Stephanie and Sarah

The next time Stephanie's mother dropped her off for her lesson, I was much less shy and diffident. As soon as the door had closed behind Mrs Willis, I took the lovely twelve-year-old girl up to my bedroom and ordered her to undress. I stripped naked too, and drew her down onto the bed where I french-kissed her with great passion as I explored her cunt and arse with my trembling fingers.

Stephanie's body was so lovely it took my breath away. Soon I was licking her gash and her bumhole, feasting on her beauty. Her cunt smelled amazing - its subtle, musty perfume making my head spin and my cock rise up hard and tumescent. I shoved it into her mouth to assuage my swelling lust, and was soon happily fucking her in the face in sixty-nine position.

But I had more ambitious plans for this second session of lovemaking. I pulled my dick out of her mouth reluctantly, as soon as I felt the first premonitory tremors of orgasm, and got the lube from the bedside table.

"We're going to have a different kind of sex today, Stephanie," I told my schoolgirl lover. "Get up on your hands and knees and shove your bum out towards me."

Stephanie looked very scared, and asked me in a faltering voice if she was going to play piano at any point in the lesson. "When we've finished screwing," I told her. "If there's time."

The little girl knelt in front of me, her head bowed and her lovely little arse submissively thrust towards me. I anointed my fingers with the lubricant and shoved one up her anal opening without preamble, making her gasp in shock.

Over the next quarter of an hour, I went from one finger to four, with Stephanie gasping and moaning at each fresh invasion. It was lots of fun, but this wasn't random sex play - I was deliberately widening the little girl's bumhole so that it would take my cock. I would have loved to fuck her up the cunt, of course, but I was afraid of the consequences of breaking her hymen. It was evidence of rape that would be impossible to deny.

At the end of the quarter hour, with half the lesson still to go, I positioned myself behind Stephanie and lined up my dick so that the head of it was pressing against her well-lubed anus. I don't think she knew, even then, what was about to happen.

Until I pushed, smoothly and insistently, and the broad, flared mushroom of my big knob slid up her back passage.

"Oh g...g... god!" Stephanie wailed.

"It's all right, it's all right," I reassured her, pushing harder. The twelve-year-old shook and shuddered in utter physical shock as my gigantic phallus slid inch by inch up her arsehole. I took it slowly - I didn't want to injure her - but I kept on pushing, relishing how tightly her child-sized rectum gripped my thick, grown-up prong.

I didn't stop until I had my entire cock buried in her bum. And then I started to fuck her.

It was a wonderful sensation, even better than fucking Stephanie's mouth. Part of the excitement, of course, was in taking the little girl's anal virginity and forcing her to submit to my perverted lust - but a lot of it was the intrinsic pleasure of shoving my massive dick into such a tight, smooth, welcoming hole. I didn't hold back: I slam-fucked the twelve-year-old's virgin arse as if it was a whore's well-worn cunthole.

Stephanie had collapsed underneath me, sprawled full length on the bed with her legs splayed and her back arched as I pumped up and down on her, my gigantic cock pumping in and out of her bum like a piston. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" she gasped - probably the most cogent comment that could be expected from a slight, petite pre-teen girl with ten inches of cock buried up her arse.

At first, as I buggered Stephanie, I told her repeatedly that I loved her. But at last, carried away by sexual ecstasy, I changed my tone. "Take it, you little slut!" I groaned. "Take my meat up your fucking arsehole! Cunt! Whore! Bitch!" I gripped the back of her neck and forced her face down into the blankets as I rape-fucked her without any pretence, glorying in my absolute power over this meek little twelve-year-old child.

My orgasm swept through me like an electric shock, and I emptied my balls up into Stephanie's colon with grunts of bestial pleasure. Then I pulled out of her and sat back on the bed.

"Lick my cock clean," I panted. "Then go and get yourself cleaned up. You don't want your mother to guess that we're in love."

With tears trickling down her cheeks, Stephanie licked my spunk and her own shit off my dick. It took her a long time, because she could only swallow a very little of the disgusting mixture at a time. Then she limped to the bathroom, where she wiped her bum with gingerly care.

It was only five minutes later that Mrs Willis arrived to take her daughter home, and we barely got dressed in time. To my mild dismay, as Stephanie walked - a little unsteadily - up the hall towards the door, hand in hand with her domineering mother, I saw a trickle of white liquid oozing down the back of her leg. I quickly stepped up behind her and wiped the tell-tale cum away with the back of my hand.

Stephanie was as beautiful as an angel in a painting, but clearly the stupid little bitch couldn't even be trusted to clean herself off properly. I had to take care of everything myself. Fucking typical!

But it would be mean-spirited to get angry with my child-whore after such an amazing fuck, and I'd completely forgiven her by the next week's lesson. All the same, I taught her a lesson by means of a slightly mean trick. I took Stephanie into the study, sat her at the piano and got her to play a few arpeggios, while I stood behind her and wanked myself hard. Stephanie played with energy and enthusiasm, clearly relieved at the prospect of an ordinary lesson after the hard fuckings she'd received in our last two sessions. I waited until she was in the middle of a phrase before I stepped around in front of her and brandished my straining cock in her face.

"Good work, Stephanie," I said, in a kindly tone. "Excellent tonality. Now suck me off."

Stephanie's eyes glistened with unshed tears as she obediently took my big organ in her mouth and fellated me.

This time I gave her some tuition in the finer points of cocksucking, teaching her to use her tongue on the underside of my shaft and to stimulate me with her hand at the same time as she sucked and licked at my knob. She wasn't exactly an accomplished fellatrix, but she quickly got better at it, and in due course I rewarded her for her efforts by spurting a huge load of semen down her throat.

Knowing what was expected of her, Stephanie swallowed my thick ejaculate and kept it down. I made sure she got every drop, carefully wanking the last few drops onto her tongue.

"Good girl," I said. I wiped my dick clean on her hair, and looked at my watch. We still had more than half the lesson left, so I took my little girlfriend upstairs to the bedroom where she got me hard again by means of a striptease. I didn't think I'd be able to come a second time, but with my cock rammed up Stephanie's gorgeous little arse, I soon did.

My love affair with Stephanie continued for several months, and she became a good little whore in that time, trained to worship and satisfy my huge cock in a variety of ways. Unfortunately, I got so addicted to screwing and abusing the little girl that I neglected to actually teach her anything, and Mrs Willis noted the decline in her playing at her school's end of term concert.

When she asked me what was wrong with her daughter, I was forced to lie. Sadly, I said, although she'd shown early promise, Stephanie was ultimately a very limited player and she'd reached the limits of what she could achieve. That got me off the hook, but with disastrous consequences. Mrs Willis decided to put a stop to Stephanie's piano lessons.

I was devastated. I had half-formed plans to invite some pedo friends over and have a Stephanie-themed gang bang. Now it seemed I was losing her forever! I offered to cut the price of the lessons, or even to offer a few freebies for a long-term and valued customer, but Mrs Willis had made her mind up that there was no point. I'd shot myself fairly and squarely in the foot.

But as Stephanie walked out of my life, Sarah walked in.

Sarah Harper was also twelve years old, her birthday barely a month behind her. She looked much younger, though, with a sweet, elfin face and long, dark brown hair. Her eyes were brown, too, and her boyish figure betrayed barely a hint of breasts and hips.

She was pretty much irresistible, but unfortunately - at first - unattainable too. Her father insisted on sitting in on her lessons with me, sometimes in the study and sometimes in the sitting room next door.

Clearly, in order to get into Sarah's cute little white cotton pants, I'd have to find a way to deal with her dad.

So that's what I did...