Musical Memories - 1
by Goldrush (no address provided)

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A music teacher reminisces about the first time he 
crossed the line and had a sexual encounter with one 
of his students. (Mg, pre, ped, nc, 1st)

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Music has always been a very important part of my 
life. It raises the human soul towards the 
contemplation of eternity, and allows us to express 
emotions otherwise inaccessible.

But I have to admit, the main reason I became a piano 
teacher was so that I could seduce and have sex with 
underage girls.

As far as that goes, music teaching is a perfect cover 
for my pervy desires. It allows you to meet dozens of 
teen and pre-teen girls every year. And they're mostly 
intelligent, middle class, shy and introverted. It's 
as though someone has done your triage for you, so all 
the girls who come to your door are ready to be 
molested!

All the same, I was scared to get started at first. It 
seemed impossible that I could get away with sexual 
abuse in a one-hour time slot. Surely, any girl I 
touched would blow the whistle to her parents as soon 
as they came to collect her at the end of the lesson?

In the end, I settled on a subtle and gradual 
approach. I should perhaps have chosen the most docile 
of my students, but I chose the one who turned me on 
the most - a gorgeous, sexy little twelve-year-old 
named Stephanie Willis. Stephanie was the most 
beautiful girl I'd ever seen - a petite blonde with 
long, straight hair halfway down her back and enormous 
blue eyes. Her tits were fair-sized bumps on her 
chest, and she had the beginnings of womanly curves at 
hip and ass. I really needed to fuck her!

I primed Stephanie for weeks with increasingly 
inappropriate touching. At first it would just be a 
hand on her shoulder as I turned the page on her sheet 
music. Then the hand lingered longer and longer, and 
slid down her arm. Before long I was copping a feel of 
her tits, or stroking her rounded bum as she leaned 
forward (at my insistence) to play. And then came the 
day when I pressed the bulge in the front of my pants 
against her back as I stroked her hair and cheek. I 
waited for her to pull away, or protest, but she sat 
very still and let me do what I pleased with her.

I knew then that I'd chosen right. Little Stephanie 
was going to be my first child lover. My paedophile 
desires were finally, wonderfully, going to be 
satiated.

My heart beating like a hammer in my chest, I stepped 
around into Stephanie's line of sight and unzipped my 
flies. I pulled out my stiffening cock, slowly and 
sexily, and brandished it in her face. Her gaze 
flicked up to give me one frightened glance, and she 
swallowed hard, but she still said nothing.

"Stephanie," I said, gently, "I'm in love with you." I 
leaned down to kiss her tenderly on the top of her 
head. "Open your mouth, my darling," I whispered in 
her ear. "We're going to make love."

For a moment, Stephanie didn't even seem to have heard 
me. Then, slowly, her lips parted. Eagerly, I pressed 
my swelling glans up against them. "Lick it, my 
angel!" I panted. "Run your tongue over my knobhead!"

Habits of obedience must be deeply ingrained in middle 
class girls. Stephanie knew that an order from a 
grown-up had to be obeyed. Her tongue flicked out to 
make brief, timorous contact with my empurpled head.

"Yes!" I moaned. "Don't be shy, Stephanie. Lick it all 
over. We're lovers, now. Use your mouth on me!"

The intimidated little girl didn't know what to do, 
but she did as she was told, servicing my knob with 
her tongue at my increasingly urgent instructions. My 
cock was still outside of her mouth, so as I moved my 
dick to left and right, it was rubbing against her 
lips as well as experiencing the caress of her tongue. 
I grunted in pleasure, unable to contain my lustful 
delight. My dreams were coming true! A lovely pre-teen 
girl was fellating my cock!

With a surge of love and passion, I shoved my glans 
between Stephanie's lips. It was a tight fit. My cock 
is about ten inches long when it's fully erect, and 
very, very thick. Right then, it was more fully 
engorged than it had ever been, and the little girl's 
lips were stretched tight around the shaft, my glans 
more or less filling her mouth.

"Suck it, darling," I told her. "Suck it like it's a 
lollipop. Fellating a man's cock is a precious way to 
say I love you!"

Whether she loved me or not, my schoolgirl lover did 
her best to comply. Amazing sensations enveloped me as 
she slurped and sucked on the head of my dick. Carried 
away on a delicious wave of lust, I started to pump my 
meat in and out of Stephanie's mouth. I couldn't get 
much of it in there, of course, but it felt great to 
fuck the sweet little girl in the face.

"What we're doing now is called making love, 
Stephanie," I panted. "When a man loves a woman, or a 
little girl like you, he shoves his cock into one of 
her holes - her mouth, her vagina, or her bottom - and 
pushes it in and out like this until he ejaculates his 
semen into her. I'm sure you've learned about semen in 
school, haven't you?"

Wide-eyed and shell-shocked, Stephanie made an 
indeterminate sound around my thrusting cock.

"Of course you have," I agreed. "It's the juice that 
babies are made out of. But don't worry, my darling. 
I'm going to ejaculate into your mouth. You can't have 
a baby that way - and you get to enjoy the lovely 
taste."

"Mglwmphhhh!" Stephanie gurgled - the only sound she 
could make with my cock pistoning in and out of her 
face. I wished I'd had the foresight to set a camera 
up, because she looked so beautiful right then, with 
her lovely face being obscenely violated by my massive 
hard-on.

There was no way I could hold back. I felt my balls 
start to churn, and the familiar tingling sensation in 
my knob.

I gripped Stephanie's head firmly in my two hands as I 
pumped my turgid manhood rapidly in and out of her 
mouth. "Drink it, my love!" I grunted. "Drink my spunk 
and consummate our love!"

The orgasm rose through my shaft like a tidal wave. 
With a groan of ecstasy, I shoved down hard on the 
back of Stephanie's head, forcing her down onto my 
engorged prong as it shot off gout after gout of sperm 
into the twelve-year-old's mouth. I've never come so 
hard, or so copiously. Stephanie's cheeks bulged and 
her eyes widened in panic as her mouth filled up with 
creamy spurts of cum. She swallowed again and again, 
her throat bobbing as she gulped my load down - it was 
either that or drown in it! There was too much, even 
so: spunk oozed from the corners of her mouth and 
dribbled slowly down her chin to drip off onto her 
blouse.

When I finally let go of her, she slumped on the piano 
stool, my wilting cock sliding out of her mouth. She 
was red in the face and coughing up thick white man-
juice. I patted her on the head. "Good girl," I said. 
"Good girl."

I looked at my watch. It was ten to twelve. I had ten 
minutes in which to clean Stephanie up and get her 
back into a decent state. It was barely enough. 
Washing the drying cum off her face with a flannel was 
easy. Wiping the stains off her blouse was harder, 
because some of them smeared, but at least I was able 
to disguise them a bit. The trouble was that Stephanie 
still looked disheveled and dazed. Being face-fucked 
had been something of an ordeal for her, and it was 
hard for her to pull herself together.

Fortunately, Mrs. Willis, when she arrived, seemed to 
be completely uninterested in her daughter's physical 
state. She just asked me if her daughter was making 
progress, and I said that she'd made spectacular 
progress that very morning.

Stephanie gave a prolonged, liquid belch, and the 
unmistakable smell of fresh cum was wafted to our 
noses.

"Manners!" Mrs. Willis snapped, slapping her daughter 
hard on the wrist.

With a woeful face, the little girl gulped down my 
errant ejaculate for the second time.

As we walked to the door, I groped Stephanie's arse 
behind her mother's back. "I'm going to try some more 
new approaches next lesson," I said. "I think I can 
promise that your daughter will be stretched."

"That's what we want," Mrs. Willis said. "Stretch her 
to the limit, Mr. Glover."

And I promised, very sincerely, that I would.

To be continued?

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