The Little Girl and the Piano Teacher

- by Alvo Torelli, October, 2017

(Mg, pedo, con, fast)

Anthony Parisi checked his watch, again, then mentally kicked himself for his impatience. Usually he wished his students would never show up, give him an extra hour to practice or do something else - anything but listen to some child mangle the piano over and over again. Anthony would give anything to find some other way to pay his rent and tuition, anything but private piano lessons for spoiled, untalented, tin-eared children with no sense of rhythm who couldn't be bothered to actually practice during the week. It was torture! Except for one student: Dulcie, pretty little Dulcie Chatfield.

Anthony couldn't explain it, but Dulcie made his heart flutter and his hands tremble. He did his best to hide his feelings, his inappropriate thoughts, but it was difficult. It didn't help one bit that the gorgeous little black-haired ten-year-old had an obvious crush on him. Even the smallest smile or the briefest praise of her technique would bring a delightful blush to Dulcie's pale, high cheeks. She would look down at once, hold herself rigid with hands carefully folded in her lap, bite her full, red lower lip to make it stop trembling - all in a useless attempt to hide how much his attention pleased her.

A gentle knock at the studio door broke Anthony out of forbidden thoughts of his preteen pupil. He opened the door, and there she was, as beautiful as always in one of her sleeveless long dresses, powder blue, with a matching blue ribbon holding her long black hair back from her face and tied with a huge bow atop her perfect little head. The ankle-length dress of diaphanous material clung to her thin form, leaving little to the imagination about the perfect shape of her youthful body. Anthony loved the perfect round shape of Dulcie's little ass, set off by her thin waist and the subtle backward curve of her spine. A preteen goddess.

Anthony smiled. Dulcie looked down. He gestured her inside. She blushed. His eyes flared. She bit her lip.

Dulcie set her little blue purse on the small table next to the door, set a book of piano music on the instrument's music stand, then sat stiffly on the padded bench. Her heart beat a little faster as Mr. Parisi sat next to her, towering over her. He was just slightly touching her hip with his. He was so handsome, so close! She felt so little and young in his presence, but she tried to hide her feelings.

"Let's hear your D major scales, Dulcie," he said.

"Yes, Mr. Parisi." Dulcie's small, slender fingers rested on the keys. Her legs swung idly, too short to reach the floor, and two inches of her smooth white legs were visible between the hem of her long dress and the tops of her pink, frilly, ankle socks. Dulcie saw Anthony glancing at the exposed flesh and her heart missed a throb.

"Dulcie, please, I've told you to call me Anthony." Anthony said nicely, with a smile. "Now, tell me, how many sharps are there in D major?"

"Yes, Mr. ...." Dulcie stammered. Oh why was he making her so much more nervous today!? "Um, ah, two?"

"Very good, very good," Anthony said. "And let's make sure your hand position is just right," he continued.

Dulcie couldn't completely stop a gasp as Mr. Parisi, Anthony, pressed in nearer to her, putting his left arm around her little body to rest his hand on her hip - all so that he could get close enough reach out to the keyboard along her arm. Her tiny right hand was swallowed up under his right hand and she let him position it however he wanted. Electric sparks raced up along her arm.

Anthony would never have drawn so intimately close to any of his other students, never have dared to touch any of them like this. But none of the others were Dulcie, his Dulcie, the beautiful, captivating Dulcie. He couldn't understand how he'd become so attracted to a ten-year-old girl but there was no denying the feelings he had. Her smell was intoxicating, warm and flowery and fresh. The skin of her fine hand was so smooth. Even through the fabric of her long, body-covering dress he felt a tingle run up his arm from the thought of touching her narrow waist and resting his hand on her little hip. It was all he could do not to bend his head down and kiss the top of her small head.

Dulcie trembled as she carefully played her scale, first with her intimately positioned right hand, and then with her left. Nervously, she accidentally hit a jolting G sharp and she stiffened. She so wanted to please her tall, striking piano teacher.

"That's okay, Dulcie," Anthony said kindly, giving the little girl's waist a slight squeeze. "Try again with the left hand. Don't look at your fingers, just hear the scale, that's it." Her next scale was perfect and the pretty child looked up to his face for acknowledgment, then quickly back down at her lap when she saw his smile.

They worked their way through two more of her practiced scales, before Anthony began to show Dulcie the tricky fingering of B-flat major - affording him another opportunity to caress the pretty child's little hands. After that they worked through two short, simple pieces Dulcie had been practicing. Really, she wasn't doing too badly for a girl who'd only been playing for three months. But her playing was tentative and the slight trembling in her hands from the intoxicating nearness of her teacher brought on an occasional jarring note. In half an hour they'd been through all of her practiced work, leading them to the time when they usual started to work on something new. But Dulcie became very flustered and even more nervous than before.

"Mr., Mr. Pa..., I mean, Anth..., Mr. Parisi?" the gorgeous dark-haired child stammered, more anxious than Anthony had ever seen her before.

"Dulcie! What is it, dear?" Anthony responded, squeezing her waist a bit closer, as if that would help relieve the child's nerves. He even went so far as to place his right hand on top of the small hands she was timidly holding in her lap. He knew he was crossing the line, but something about the little girl's vulnerability, at that moment, simply couldn't be denied.

"I, I, I'm sorry, Mr. Parisi, I was supposed to tell you when I first came in, but, but, I just couldn't, but... Oh gosh, you're so nice, but you'll be mad. And I really like... But,... oh gosh."

"Dulcie, sweetie, what is it?" Anthony coaxed the girl, genuinely worried about the state of her anxiety. He also couldn't help but notice how very much he wanted to pull her fully into his arms, kiss her pretty mouth, tell her how much he...

Dulcie seemed to gather herself together and then she burst forward with the whole story in a single stream of hurried words. "Momma told me that we couldn't afford lessons any more and I was supposed to tell you that and then go and wait for her and I just couldn't tell you because I really like lessons and I really like you and I just wanted to have one more lesson but now I don't have any money to pay you with and oh, oh, oh, I'm so sorry!" She burst into tears and hid her face by pressing it into Anthony's broad, strong chest.

"Dulcie, Dulcie, don't cry sweetie. Please, it's okay." Anthony reached up and stroked the girl's gorgeous, long black hair, marveling at its sheen and thickness. He drew in the intoxicating smell of her little form and pulled her tighter to his chest to comfort her. "Please, Dulcie, it's fine."

With a sudden energy Dulcie clutched at Anthony's shirt with surprising strength. She craned her head back to look straight up into his face. Tears left little rivers down her high, perfect cheeks. "Oh please, Mr. Parisi, Anthony," the child anguished, "please, I'd do anything to keep coming here, taking lessons with you! Please don't be mad. I'd do anything." Her eyes were so wide and dark and lovely.

Anthony stared down into the pretty, young face, the face in his dreams. The lights glistened in her dark eyes. She was so vulnerable and desperate. Her lips were so full and flushed and trembling.

"I'll do anything! Please."

Anthony swept the little girl into his arms and pressed his lips to hers.

It had never occurred to Anthony Parisi that a small, cramped piano studio, deep in the basement of a college music building, was a crappy place to make love. The room was just barely big enough for the baby grand piano and the double wide piano bench. There was a skinny music stand and a single chair in case some violinist or flutist needed to practice with an accompanist, but that was the sum total of the oppressive room's furnishings. At least the floor had a heavy carpet to help with the necessary sound dampening. And the small window in the only door had long ago been covered with paper by some struggling student looking for a little bit of privacy.

Oh shit, came into Anthony's mind, despite the amazing emotional high of exploring little Dulcie's soft lips and warm tongue, the thrill of having her thin arms wrapped tightly around his neck and knowing that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. The door wasn't locked!

Stumbling to his feet, clutching the child in his arms, Anthony took the two steps to the door and pressed Dulcie's back agains the wood, still drinking at her soul with his burning lips. He managed to get one hand free long enough to fumble at the door until it was locked, then quickly tangled his fingers into the thick hair at the nape of the child's neck. She clung to him and returned his ardor.

But the position was too awkward. Even with an arm under Dulcie's ass to hold her up, it was too cumbersome to hold the little girl in the narrow ankle length dress. Anthony whirled around and backed her into the piano stool, then set her down on her tiny feet. For another moment he held her by her thin waist as they continued to kiss, but then he pushed away from her and held her at arm's length.

Standing on the stool, Dulcie was eye to eye with her handsome piano teacher. Her eyes flared as she took in the frightening look of hunger on Anthony's face. But she was allowed only the briefest moment of trepidation before Anthony slid his hands down over her hips and grasped the thin fabric of her long flimsy dress near her knees. Dulcie cried out - but she didn't try to stop Anthony as he quickly pulled her dress up and up, over her head. She even raised her arms in the air, automatically, as if she was five again and her mother was helping her get ready for bed.

Anthony's heart raced at the sight of his nearly naked piano student. Her ten-year-old body was mesmerizing. He dropped her dress to the floor, then ran his fingers down her still-raised arms and along the sides of her thin body until they rested on her panty-clad hips.

Dulcie shivered and bit her lip, unsure of what to do or what was happening, but she didn't scream or flinch away from Anthony's gentle, frightening touch. She could feel the way her heart pounded. And it pounded even harder when she felt him slowly slide her blue panties down to her ankles. Terrified, she let him help her step out of the panties, leaving her in nothing but her shiny black shoes, her frilly ankle socks, and the lovely blue ribbon in her long black tresses.

"Oh my god," the overwhelmed piano teacher mumbled. Nothing had prepared him for this - the perfection of his ten-year-old student's form. Lust and desire swirled through his brain, overwhelming him. A torrent of pent-up need was released in a nanosecond.

Half a second later the little girl was in Anthony's arms again and they were tumbling, scrambling, sprawling onto the carpeted floor, rolling together under the grand piano.

"Oh! Oh! Mr. Pa-Pa-Pa... Oh!" Dulcie cried out. Her long fine fingers entwined in Anthony's hair and her little heels pressed into his back, her thin legs thrown over his shoulders as her piano teacher buried his tongue between the puffy mounds of her immature snatch. "Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhh! That's so, that's so... Ohhhhh!" In her desperation she pulled at his hair, flailed her legs and tried to fight him off. But she also arched her back to bring her small slit even tighter against his face and his wonderful tongue.

Face down in his little student's twat, Anthony desperately scrabbled at his pants with one hand, fumbling at his belt, and wrapped his other arm around the child's perfect ass to control her writhing body. He pressed into her, forcing her bare shoulders hard into the scratchy carpet, trapping her. His tongue seemed to have its own thoughts on the best way to rape the girl. Again and again he laved it through her tight box as she writhed and uttered pitiable cries somewhere between terror and rapture. She tasted so good! The way she twisted and tried to fight at the same time she creamed her small cunt into his mouth drove him mad.

Finally! The buckle of Anthony's belt gave in to his blind groping. He enveloped Dulcie's sweet, sweet gash with his mouth and played his tongue over her tiny clit without mercy. The zipper was next and it was only a moment of frantic fumbling until he could start to push the trousers down over his ass. He worked Dulcie's clit even harder and the little girl gave out a strangled, piercing cry. At last he was free of the wretched pants! His boxers went quickly. Dulcie began to buck, rhythmically, against his tongue. She wrapped her thin legs around his neck.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Mr., Mr., Mr. Pa-Pa-Pa-Pa-ri-si!" Dulcie dug her thin fingers into Anthony's blonde hair with all of her little girl strength as the first orgasm of her young life overwhelmed her tiny body. But the little girl was only allowed a few precious seconds of the amazing, swirling sensations. Her piano teacher's need was too large, his lust too great - his cock too hard. She felt him pull away from her, leaving her little pussy gaping and wet and grasping for the tongue that had made it feel so unbelievably wonderful. "No! No! What are you doing? Mr., Mr. Pa-Pa, no! What? Oh god. NO!"

The little girl instinctively fought him, but she was too small and weak to resist Anthony's lust-driven strength. He had to have her. He had to have her now. He forcibly untangled from her thin legs and her hands and rolled her onto her front. Rearing up, intent to move on top of her back, he smashed the back of his cranium into the underside of the piano. The pain exploded in his head, but it was nothing compared to the frantic need he had to take the small girl.

Anthony came down on the little girl's back, with one arm under her slender body. Her face and shoulders were pressed into the rough carpet. She felt him lift her hips with one arm, then press her legs apart. The terrified child didn't know what was happening, what he was going to do to her - she only wished that he would press his lovely tongue back into her sopping cunt. But Anthony had something else to press into the tiny, tight pink tunnel, something bigger and harder and throbbing with his desire. He fumbled blindly with is other hand as he tried to find her entrance with his feverish thick cock. He felt the child's orgasmic wetness as her tiny pussy enveloped the head of his cock. Perfectly positioned to thrust, to rip away the little girl's innocence, Anthony paused for a moment. A flash of guilt and responsibility invaded his brain. But the poor man's better side never stood a chance against his insane need for little Dulcie's tight charms.

"Ah! Ah! Aaaaaagghhh!" Dulcie's screams were partially muffled by the carpet. She couldn't believe how big the thing was that Mr. Parisi had just rammed inside of her from behind. She felt pain, a searing, tearing pain and then she was completely filled. Her arms spread wide and she tried to clutch at the carpet, scraping her fingernails across the thick fibers as her fight or flight instincts told her to do something, anything to escape the sudden violation of her tiny body. "Aaaaagghhh!"

'Jesus! How could any cunt be so tight?' thought Anthony as he forced his cock deeper and deeper into the little girl. 'Are her screams of distress, or pleasure - or both?' The idea that his gorgeous Dulcie was enjoying being fucked, for the first time, was fantastic. But so was the idea that she wasn't! It didn't matter any more. Rape or love-making, nothing was going to stop Anthony Parisi from fully sheathing his feverish hard cock in the ten-year-old's pussy.

"OH! OH! Please!" Dulcie screamed into the carpet. But she didn't know what she was pleading for. Anthony was ramming the big thing farther and farther inside of her, and faster and faster. The amazing feeling came back again, but harder, more overwhelming. She hurt. She was stretched beyond her limits. He was hitting something deep inside of her in his desperate attempts to push the full length of the throbbing thing into her little body. But it was fantastic! Orgasm washed over her once again as she scrabbled at the carpet and screamed. Dulcie had never been so helpless, so violated, so terrified. But she loved it!

"Oh god, jesus, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Anthony couldn't hold his tongue any longer as he rape-loved the little girl from behind. With reckless speed he pumped three-fourths of his thick cock into her unbelievably tight cunt, the most that would fit inside such a small child. "Fuck me, fuck me, yes, yes YES!" He grunted loudly as he began to cum up into her immature womb. "YES!"

Dulcie felt the extra hard pounding of her piano teacher as he started pumping his scalding seed into her. The side of her face smashed into the rough carpet over and over. She screamed non-stop, but it was more from the massive orgasm that wracked her body than from the pain of Anthony's vicious onslaught.

But as quickly as it had all started it was over. Anthony slammed into the ten-year-old's pussy one last time, holding her tight as the final drops of his cum were wrung out by her incredibly tight cunt. For the next few seconds they were suspended like that, a moment caught in time, before Anthony suddenly came to his senses and realized what he had just done to his favorite little student. "Oh god," he said and pulled back quickly, letting Dulcie drop to the floor. Anthony was aghast with himself and in his distraught state he once again made the mistake of quickly sitting up. "Ow, fuck!" Anthony cried out when he smashed his head on the hard underside of the piano. This time the blow sent him reeling back down to the carpet next to Dulcie, clutching the back of his head. He rolled onto his back and cursed softly.

For the next minute the unlikely lovers each lay on the studio carpet under the big grand piano. Anthony rocked back and forth holding his head, his wilting dick waving in the air and his trousers and boxers tangled around his ankles. Gorgeous, dark-haired Dulcie lay on her front panting, with a look of shock on her pretty face. But eventually Anthony got over his bruised noggin and Dulcie's breathing returned to normal. Then the tiny child rolled over to press her naked body against the side of her piano teacher. They both stared up at the bottom of the piano in silence for another few moments, each of them lost in their own overwhelming emotions.

"M-M-Mr. Parisi?" Dulcie broke the silence. "Is, is it, is it okay that I can't pay you today?"

Anthony twisted to his side quickly and found himself staring into Dulcie's beautiful eyes - eyes that glistened with fresh tears. "Oh god, Dulcie, god, it's, it's fine. Really, oh god. It's fine. Are you, are you - I mean, are you okay?"

Dulcie sniffed loudly and bit her lip with obvious embarrassment. "Uh, uh, yeah, I'm fine," she whispered. "But, but Mr. Parisi?"

"Jesus, Dulcie, call me Anthony. Please. I mean we just, we..., well, just call me Anthony."

"Um, uh, well, I mean, do you think that, well, maybe could I keep coming for piano lessons? Oh gosh, I mean, could I, even though, well, my mom can't pay for them? I'd do anything to keep coming!" Dulcie had just practically been raped by her piano teacher, but it was the act of asking about the missing payment that brought a bright red blush to her lovely features.

"Oh! Wow, jesus, I mean..." Anthony stammered in shock. The thought of the fantastic little Dulcie coming to him again, week after week, ready to engage in the most incredible sex he'd ever imagined just for a bit of paltry piano lessons was almost too much - his brain felt like it was reeling and his erection immediately had a second coming. Visions swam through his mind: Dulcie's full little lips wrapped around his cock; Dulcie bouncing up and down on his cock on the piano stool as she tried to play her scales; Dulcie looking up into his face with those big dark eyes as he slowly forced his thick cock up into her ass; Dulcie face down on the piano bench, her arms and legs firmly tied to the legs of the bench by her own blue hair ribbon, as Anthony pounded into her little cunt as hard as he wanted. He nearly fainted. But he pulled himself together as fast as he could and gently cupped Dulcie's sweet, blushing, face in his palm. He leaned across to kiss her sweetly on the lips. "Of course you can keep coming for lessons, Dulcie!" he whispered to the child.

"Oh thank you, thank you Mr. Pa..., I mean,... thank you!" Dulcie whispered back with excitement before she bit her lip again. She gasped slightly when Anthony kissed her lips and forced her mouth open, teasing her. And when he leaned back to look into her beautiful eyes she gathered up her courage and quickly blurted out - "Mr. Pa... I mean, Anthony, do you think, well, I mean, could I come twice a week? I'd really like to come twice a week."

Anthony's heart almost stopped at the idea of getting to have his way with beautiful little Dulcie twice a week! His eyes flared with excitement and he nearly choked before he could the words out. "Of course, of course, Dulcie. I'd love to have you, I mean see you, I mean teach you twice a week. Why don't you start coming on Tuesdays and Fridays, okay?"

"Oh gosh, oh thank you. I will, I will. Mama will be so excited to know I can still come for lessons, and twice a week too. But oh, gosh, Mr. Pa..., I mean... what time is it?"

Blanching at the mention of the time, Anthony quickly looked at his wristwatch. "Oh, Jesus, it's, it's almost four!" Dulcie gasped and rolled to her hands and knees. Anthony nearly sat up, risking a third goose egg on his already aching skull. Instead he awkwardly, but quickly, scooted out from under the piano to stand and pull up his boxers and pants. Dulcie raced to recover her long dress and pull it over her head.

A knock came at the door and Dulcie let out a little squeak of fear. Anthony finished buckling his belt in a blind panic. But seeing that little Dulcie was dressed he opened the door of the studio to his next student, a rather gawky and pimple-faced teenage boy named Calvin. Dulcie grabbed her music and her little purse and slid out the door without another word, hoping the boy hadn't noticed how terribly she was blushing.

Dulcie hurried, awkwardly, to the end of the hall and around the corner, just in case Mr. Parisi should poke his head out to take another look at her. She was trembling and every fiber of her body was overwhelmed with her recent experiences. She was sore! Had she really let Mr. Parisi put that huge thing up inside of her? Even now she could feel the burning, stretching pain of it. But it had been good, too. Right? And it had been worth it!

Pretty little Dulcie snapped open her small purse and took out the fifty dollars her mother had given her to pay for her lesson that day - just so that she could see it again and know that it was now really hers. Fifty whole dollars! She felt rich. A huge smile lit up her pretty face, and she knew it had all been worth it - the terror, the pain, even the wonderful dizzying joy! Fifty dollars!

Everything had worked out perfectly. Dulcie's mother hadn't complained when Dulcie explained that Mr. Parisi would rather be paid in cash. And when she'd asked for two lessons a week? Mama was so proud that her little girl was so serious about her music lessons. It was that easy.

Dulcie carefully put the fifty dollars back into her little purse and clutched it to her bosom. To think - she could earn a hundred dollars a week of her very own, just by having a little fun with handsome Mr. Parisi.

It was time to meet her mother, so Dulcie started walking slowly and carefully to the building's exit. As she did, she gasped at the unexpected feel of something wet dripping down her legs and for the first time she realized she'd left her panties behind in Mr. Parisi's studio. Oh well, she thought, blushing, at least she still had her fifty dollars.

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