The Little Girl and the Female Piano Teacher

-by Alvo Torelli, November, 2018

(Author's note: There are three different versions of this story. I originally wrote The Litttle Girl and the Piano Teacher in October, 2017 and it was a standard Mg story. Later, at a request from a reader, I rewrote the story in Mb form as The Little Boy and the Piano Teacher. Recently, yet another letter from a reader (thank you Vixie!) inspired me to try yet again and rewrite an Fg version of the story, the one you are about to read. All three stories have the same basic plot - but there's enough difference in the action and the characters that you might enjoy reading more than one of them. I've never really tried to write Fg before, so please don't be too harsh with your criticism.)

(Fg, pedo, semi-con, fast)

Tonya Rishpin checked her watch, again, then mentally kicked herself for her impatience. Usually she wished her students would never show up, give her an extra hour to practice or do something else - anything but listen to some child mangle the piano over and over again. Tonya would give anything to find some other way to pay her 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.

Tonya couldn't explain it, but Dulcie made her heart flutter and her hands tremble. She did her best to hide her feelings, her 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 her. Even the smallest smile or the briefest praise of her technique would bring a delightful blush to Dulcie's pale, high cheeks. The girl 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 Tonya's attention pleased her.

A gentle knock at the studio door broke Tonya out of forbidden thoughts of her preteen pupil. She opened the door, and there Dulcie 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 the thin form, leaving little to the imagination about the perfect shape of her youthful body. Tonya 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.

Tonya smiled. Dulcie looked down. Tonya gestured her inside. Dulcie blushed. Tonya's eyes flared, unnoticed. Dulcie 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 Miss Rishpin sat next to her, their hips lightly touching. Her teacher was so pretty, so close! Dulcie felt so little and young in her presence, but she tried to hide her feelings.

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

"Yes, Miss Rishpin." 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 Tonya glancing at the exposed flesh and her heart missed a throb.

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

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

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

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

Tonya would never have drawn so intimately close to any of her other students, never have dared to touch any of them like this. But none of the others were Dulcie, her Dulcie, the beautiful, captivating Dulcie. She couldn't understand how she'd become so attracted to a ten-year-old girl but there was no denying the feelings she had. The child's 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 Tonya felt a tingle run up her arm from the thought of touching Dulcie's narrow waist and from resting her hand on Dulcie's perfect little hip. It was all she could do not to bend her head down and kiss the top of the child's 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," Tonya 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." Dulcie's next scale was perfect and the pretty child looked up to her face for acknowledgment, then quickly back down at her lap when she saw Tonya's smile.

They worked their way through two more of Dulcie's practiced scales, before Tonya began to show Dulcie the tricky fingering of B-flat major - affording 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.

"Miss, Miss Ri..., I mean, Ton..., Miss Rishpin?" the gorgeous dark-haired child stammered, more anxious than Tonya had ever seen her before.

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

"I, I, I'm sorry, Miss Rishpin, 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?" Tonya coaxed the girl, genuinely worried about the state of her anxiety. She also couldn't help but notice how very much she wanted to pull Dulcie fully into her arms, kiss her pretty mouth, tell her how much she...

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 Tonya's pillowy bosom.

"Dulcie, Dulcie, don't cry sweetie. Please, it's okay." Tonya reached up and stroked the girls gorgeous, long black hair, marveling at its sheen and thickness. She drew in the intoxicating smell of her little form and pulled her tighter to her chest to comfort her, nestling the pretty face even deeper into her tingling, aching breasts. "Please, Dulcie, it's fine."

With a sudden energy Dulcie clutched at Tonya's blouse with surprising strength. She craned her head back to look straight up into Tonya's face. Tears left little rivers down her high, perfect cheeks. "Oh please, Miss Rishpin, Tonya," 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.

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

"I'll do anything! Please."

Tonya swept the little girl into her arms and pressed their lips together.

It had never occurred to Tonya Rishpin 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 Tonya's mind, despite the amazing emotional high of exploring little Dulcie's soft lips and warm tongue, the thrill of having Dulcie's thin arms wrapped tightly around her neck and knowing that Dulcie seemed to want her as much as she wanted Dulcie. The door wasn't locked!

Stumbling to her feet, clutching the child in her arms, Tonya took the two steps to the door and pressed Dulcie's back against the wood, still drinking at her soul with burning lips. She managed to get one hand free long enough to fumble at the door until it was locked, then quickly tangled her fingers into the thick hair at the nape of the child's neck. Dulcie clung to her and returned her 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. Tonya whirled around and backed her into the piano stool, then set her down on her tiny feet. For another moment Tonya held Dulcie by her thin waist as they continued to kiss, but then she pushed away from her and held her at arm's length.

Standing on the stool, Dulcie was eye to eye with her beautiful piano teacher. Her eyes flared as she took in the frightening look of hunger on Tonya's face. But she was allowed only the briefest moment of trepidation before Tonya slid her hands down over Dulcie's hips and grasped the thin fabric of her long flimsy dress near her knees. Dulcie cried out - but she didn't try to stop Tonya as her teacher 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.

Tonya's heart raced at the sight of her nearly naked piano student. The ten-year-old body was mesmerizing. She dropped Dulcie's dress to the floor, then ran her fingers down the child's still-raised arms and along the sides of her thin body until they rested, trembling, on hips clad in blue cotton.

Dulcie shivered and bit her lip, unsure of what to do or what was happening, but she didn't scream or flinch away from Tonya's gentle, frightening touch. She could feel the way her heart pounded. And it pounded even harder when she felt Tonya slowly slide her blue panties down to her ankles. Terrified, she let her teacher 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 her for this - the perfection of her ten-year-old student's form. Lust and desire swirled through her brain, overwhelming her. A torrent of pent-up need was released in a nanosecond.

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

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

Face down in her little student's twat, Tonya desperately scrabbled at her heavy wool skirt with one hand, fumbling to get her fingers to her own cunt. She wrapped her other arm around the child's perfect ass to control her writhing body. Tonya pressed into the child, lifting and forcing her bare shoulders hard into the scratchy carpet. Her tongue seemed to have its own thoughts on the best way to rape the sweet little girl. Again and again she laved the strong, talented muscle through the child's innocent, tight box as Dulcie writhed and uttered pitiable cries somewhere between terror and rapture. She tasted so good! The way Dulcie twisted and tried to fight at the same time she creamed her small cunt into Tonya's mouth drove the horny pianist mad.

Finally! The zipper of Tonya's skirt gave in to her blind groping. She enveloped Dulcie's sweet, sweet gash with her mouth and played her tongue over the tiny clit without mercy. She ignored the child's confused cries. A moment of frantic fumbling and the top of her heavy skirt was over Tonya's ass, then down to her knees. She sucked at Dulcie's clit even harder, trapping the tiny bud between teeth and tongue. The little girl gave out a strangled, piercing cry. At last Tonya was free of the wretched skirt! Her panties quickly went the same way, although it was desperately difficult to wriggle and squirm them down her legs and she only barely managed to get the wretched thong off of one leg.

Ohhhhhh! It felt so good to slip two fingers deep in her spasming pussy, then message her swollen, needy clit with a nearly frantic rhythm that exactly matched the way her tongue tortured little Dulcie's sweet, sweet cunny. Tonya circled her sex with her fingers as she circled Dulcie's delicate, virgin lips with her tongue, then plunged her tongue as deep inside as she could even as her finger plunged inside herself and the whole, insane erotic dance repeated. Again, and again.

Dulcie began to buck, rhythmically, against Tonya's lips and tongue. She wrapped her thin legs around Tonya's neck and howled. The expected flood of female orgasm suffused the teacher's taste buds, so familiar yet somehow so different - the taste of a child's first ecstasy - a taste of pleasure and confusion and fear all at once. Tonya shivered as the meaning of the amazing taste crashed over her brain.

Oh god! Tonya had never wanted anything as much as she wanted the body and soul and submission of the amazing little dark-haired preteen. What had come over her?

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Miss... Miss... Miss... Aaaaaagghhh!" Dulcie dug her thin fingers into Tonya's blonde hair with all of her little girl strength as the first orgasm of her young life completely overwhelmed her tiny body. But the little girl was only allowed a few precious seconds of the amazing, swirling sensations. The piano teacher's need was too large, her lust too great - her pussy too swollen, wet and spasming. Dulcie felt Tonya 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? Miss, Miss, no! What? Oh god. NO!"

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

Dulcie felt her teacher come down on her back, with one arm under her slender body. Her face and shoulders were pressed into the rough carpet. Tonya's long, beautiful blonde hair fell over Dulcie's face and she smelled the lingering perfume of her teacher's shampoo. Somehow she knew she would always remember that smell. Dulcie felt Tonya lift her hips with one arm, then press her legs apart. The terrified child didn't know what was happening, what her teacher was going to do to her - she only wished that Tonya would press her lovely tongue back into Dulcie's sopping cunny. But Tonya had something else to press into the tiny, tight pink tunnel, something longer and harder, something to change little Dulcie's life forever, something Tonya could only hope would assuage this insane, desperate desire she had.

The little girl had to lose her innocence!

Despite the lingering orgasm, the feel of something unknown and unseen coming at her most private, tender place sent the ten-year-old into a fight or flight response. She screamed and twisted. She clawed at the ugly carpet, trying to drag herself away. But she couldn't even lift her frightened face from the floor. Her teacher bore down on her shoulders while holding her ass off the ground. The woman's long hair tickled her face. The vulnerability of Dulcie's position screamed at her to fight, to run, to struggle. But her poor cunny begged her for more of the invasion she'd already endured.

Tonya tightened her grip on the struggling, mewling child. The position was awkward, on her knees behind the child with her bosom pressed hard against the child's back. But she couldn't wait, not another second. She probed for the child's small cunt with her free hand and stroked the tips of two fingers between the tiny, delicate folds. Her brain automatically imagined the way it must feel for the child - so new, so frightening, so hard. Tonya's digits trembled with excitement, vibrating the little girl's clit and quickly rebuilding her orgasmic pleasure. The girl's young cunt spasmed under Tonya's probing, stroking fingers and she gasped as Tonya forced two fingers just inside of her. Tonya paused there to give the preteen's inexperienced mind just enough time to catch up, to understand what was about to happen to her.

"Ah! Ah! Aaaaaagghhh!" Dulcie's screams were partially muffled by the carpet. She couldn't believe how big Miss Rishpin's fingers felt as her teacher rammed two of them deep 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, scrapping 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 Dulcie's little cunt be so tight?' thought Tonya as she forced her fingers deeper and deeper into the little girl. None of her other lovers had felt so small or clutched so tight when she held them and fucked them. 'Are Those screams of distress, or pleasure - or both?' she asked herself. The idea that her gorgeous Dulcie was enjoying being fucked, for the first time, was fantastic. But so was the idea that she wasn't enjoying it! It didn't matter any more. Rape or love-making, nothing was going to stop Tonya Rishpin from fully violating the ten-year-old's pussy.

"OH! OH! Please!" Dulcie screamed into the carpet. But she didn't know what she was pleading for. Tonya rammed her long pianist fingers 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. Tonya was hitting something deep inside of her in her desperate attempts to push the full length of those talented fingers into Dulcie's little body. But it was fantastic! Orgasm washed over Dulcie once again as she scrabbled at the carpet and screamed. Dulcie had never been so helpless, so violated, so terrified. But she loved it!

The beautiful young piano teacher could tell that her brutal use of the little girl's sensitive cunny was nearly too much. 'Why?' she asked herself, 'Why am I always the aggressive one, the one to dominate and push?' But oh, god, it was such a thrill. And never had she had a lover to match the mewling, thrashing ten-year-old girl she had pinned to the floor, with her fingers rapidly diddling the child's wet cunt. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Tonya hissed into Dulcie's ear as she rapidly raped the little girl, trembling with a level of excitement she'd never felt before!

Dulcie reeled under the pent-up, out of control excitement of her piano teacher as the woman swore and fingered her sensitive, tight twat with erotic violence. 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 Tonya's vicious onslaught.

But Tonya needed more! Damn her, but her pussy was on fire with lust and need. She needed more! Nearly crazy with lust, desperate to wrap her thighs around the little girl's face, Tonya once again made the mistake of quickly sitting up. "Ow, fuck!" Tonya cried out when she smashed her head on the hard underside of the piano. This time the blow sent her reeling back down to the carpet next to Dulcie, clutching the back of her head. She rolled onto her back and cursed softly, barely able to breathe from the intense pain.

For the next minute the unlikely lovers each lay on the studio carpet under the big grand piano. Tonya rocked back and forth holding her head. Gorgeous, dark-haired Dulcie lay on her front panting, with a look of shock on her pretty face. But eventually the pain of Tonya's bruised noggin began to abate. 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-Miss Rishpin?" Dulcie broke the silence. "Is, is it, is it okay that I can't pay you today?"

Tonya quickly twisted to her side to find herself 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 Miss Rishpin?"

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

"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..." Tonya stammered in shock. The thought of the fantastic little Dulcie coming to her again, week after week, ready to engage in the most incredible sex she'd ever imagined just for a bit of paltry piano lessons was almost too much - her brain felt like it was reeling and her cunny spasmed. Visions swam through her mind: Dulcie's full little lips gently sucking at Tonya's breast; Dulcie writhing on the piano stool as she tried to play her scales when her young pussy was filled with Tonya's tongue; Dulcie looking up into Tonya's face with those big, trembling dark eyes when she was firmly and helplessly tied, ankle and wrist, to the legs of the piano stool by her own blue hair ribbons. And oh, the best vision of all: Dulcie's gorgeous long black hair in pigtails, pigtails that were the perfect reins as Tonya mashed the little girls face hard against her desperate, sopping cunt. Tonya nearly fainted. But she pulled herself together as fast as she could and gently cupped Dulcie's sweet, blushing face in her palm. She leaned across to kiss the child sweetly on the lips. "Of course you can keep coming for lessons, Dulcie!" she whispered to the child. "But, well, would you please wear pigtails for me. I like pigtails."

"Oh thank you, thank you Miss Ri..., I mean,... thank you! Oh yes, I'll wear my hair anyway you want it. I promise! Oh!" Dulcie whispered back with excitement before she bit her lip again. She gasped slightly when Tonya kissed her lips and forced her mouth open, teasing her. And when Tonya leaned back to look into her beautiful eyes she gathered up her courage and quickly blurted out - "Miss Rish... I mean, Tonya, do you think, well, I mean, could I come twice a week? I'd really like to come twice a week."

Tonya's heart almost stopped at the idea of getting to have her way with beautiful little Dulcie twice a week! Her eyes flared with excitement and she nearly choked before she could get 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, Miss Rish..., I mean... what time is it?"

Blanching at the mention of the time, Tonya quickly looked at the clock. "Oh, Jesus, it's, it's almost four!" Dulcie gasped and rolled to her hands and knees. Tonya nearly sat up, risking a third goose egg on her already aching skull. Instead she awkwardly, but quickly, scooted out from under the piano to stand and pull up her thong and grab her skirt. 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. Tonya finished tucking her blouse into the skirt in a blind panic. But seeing that little Dulcie was dressed she opened the door of the studio to her 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 Miss Rishpin should poke her 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 Miss Rishpin put her fingers up inside of her? Even now she could feel the burning, stretching pain of it. Had Miss Rishpin really used her tongue to...? 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 Miss Rishpin 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 pretty Miss Rishpin. She wondered what else Miss Rishpin would want to do.

It was time to meet her mother, so Dulcie started walking slowly and carefully to the building's exit. As she did, she suddenly realized she'd left her panties behind in Miss Rishpin's studio. Oh well, she thought, blushing, at least she still had her fifty dollars.

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