Perverts 'R' Us

The Piano Teacher

By Anonymous ( Lesbian sex, Pedo, Mind control)



Part 1

Julie walked over to their house at seven o'clock, as usual, just after dinner.
Her next door neighbour, Dr. Michelle Stevens, was a physician at the local
hospital, and had moved in to the neighbourhood only recently. Michelle was still
trying to put her life back in order following her recent divorce, and had
talked to Julie about watching over her young daughter, Annette, while she
worked extended shifts at the hospital.

This seemed like an ideal arrangement to Michelle, because Julie was a piano
instructor, and could give Annette lessons for an hour or two before she had to
be put to bed. Annette loved the piano, and got very excited when she first
heard that Julie from next door was going to come over and teach her to play. At
the same time, Julie was a musician and needed the money pretty badly, and
seemed to welcome the company of an enthusiastic little girl who also enjoyed
music.

Their routine had become pretty much established since they started this
arrangement about a month ago: Michelle would take a break from her afternoon
shift to pick up Annette at school, take her home and have dinner, before Julie
would show up around seven for the piano lessons. Then Michelle would go back to
work until her shift ended at midnight. Meanwhile, Julie would have put Annette
to bed around eight-thirty, and would have the rest of the evening to herself,
reading or practicing the piano or composing some music she had been working on
lately.

"Hi, Michelle!"

"Hi, Julie! Come on in."

Michelle studied Julie as she walked into the house. She was of medium height,
and had what one would call "classical" features -- curved hips, narrow waist,
soft, rounded breasts -- one would almost say "Rubinesque," but not excessively
so. Her face had a rather Victorian look to them: large smiling brown eyes, rosy
cheeks and full sensuous lips. She wore a while cotton schoolgirl blouse, tucked
into a knee-length white cotton skirt with a narrow waist. About the only thing
unclassical about her was her hair, which was a rich dark brown in colour, cut in
a longish pageboy style.

Julie came in and sat down on the couch. She smiled over at Michelle.

"How's our next winner of the Van Cliburn competition doing?"

"Just fine -- she's finishing up brushing her teeth right now. Annette! Julie's
here!" A small voice could be heard, yelling something, and the sound of objects
being dropped in a bathroom sink, came from the back of the house. Michelle
looked down the hall. "Annette!...Well, I can't wait up for her -- I'm running
late as it is! See you all tonight!" Michelle briskly walked out the door and
down the sidewalk to her car. Just then Julie heard light footsteps running down
the hall.

"Hi Julie!"

Julie watched as Annette came running excitedly into the room. Annette was
almost seven years old, though she still exhibited the spontaneous excitement
that many children have lost, even by that age. She was wearing a light pink
dress with a white "Alice in Wonderland" style apron tied around it, and her
long golden hair streamed behind her as she flung herself wildly up onto the
couch.

"Wheee!" Annette crawled up into Julie's lap, threw her arms around her neck,
and gave her a great big hug. "What are we going to play tonight ? Can we play
Claire de Lune again? I love Debussy! Can we?" Julie looked down into Annette's
wide, intelligent blue eyes and felt herself drawn into the infectious
excitement of Annette's little world, where everything is new and there is
nothing to be afraid of.

Just once, she thought, she would like to be like that again, spontaneous, no
fears, no controls... maybe that's what my own music is missing. Julie returned
Annette's hug, and felt the gentle brush of Annette's almost weightless body
against the nipples of her breasts, which briefly began to respond and then
subside again. She felt a subtle stirring of emotion and a slight shortness of
breath, but the feeling vanished before she could grasp its nature. Julie lifted
Annette out of her lap, plopped her down to the floor, and the two of them
walked over to the piano to begin their work on Claire de Lune.

Why were there so few woman composers, she thought. Most of the images of women
in classical music are seen/heard through the eyes/ears of men; Claire de Lune,
Girl with the Flaxen Hair, Carmen, Brunhilde. What I want is to create my own
sound, what it sounds like to be a woman, or a girl.

They had been working on the Debussy pieces for several days, now, and it seemed
like Annette had become enraptured, almost obsessed, with some of the sounds and
colours of the music. She described one musical phrase as "like a kitten rolling
into a ball to sleep" and another as "red thunder." They were working on the
last bit of Clair de Lune when the phone rang.

Part 2

"Hello, Julie? it's Michelle."

"Oh, hi, Michelle. Is anything wrong?"

"Not wrong, really, but my replacement for the next shift is sick, and it looks
like I might have to work here through the morning. I was wondering if you would
be willing to stay with Annette overnight, at least until I get back tomorrow
morning? I'll pay you for your time, of course..."

"Are you sure you can't find someone else to fill in for you?"

"No... a lot of the other doctors are away on vacation right now. Could you do
it?"

"Sure -- I don't see any problem with it.. I don't have to be anywhere tomorrow
until the afternoon."

"Thanks. Feel free to have the run of the place; there's some towels in the
closet next to the kitchen, and I just put new sheets on my bed.

"Okay. Thanks."

"Could I speak to Annette, please? I want to explain all this to her."

"Sure thing.... Annette ! You mom's on the phone."

Annette took the phone from Julie and talked to her mother, saying "Uh-huh...
fine.... okay... alright..... no!..... okay... okay, mom, see you tomorrow !"
She hung up the phone and said "mom says for me to be real good and to do
whatever you say."

"Well, in that case, the first thing is to finish up Clair de Lune!"

"Okay!"

After they had finished their piano lessons for the night, Julie took Annette's
hand and led her off to her little bedroom. First, she propped Annette up on her
bed and removed her shoes. Then she untied Annette's little apron and unbuttoned
the dress and pulled it up and off Annette's body. Finally, she stood Annette
back up and knelt down in front of her and gently pulled down Annette's white
cotton panties. As she did so her hands brushed against Annette's little bottom,
and she briefly noticed her own breath stopping short for a moment. At the same
time she saw Annette's legs squeeze together a little tighter as she looked down
innocently right into Julie's eyes. She put Annette into her night dress, and
tied the ribbons into a bow around her waist. Then she picked her up, and put
her to bed.

"Good night Julie."

"Good night, Annette. Sleep tight."

She looked back at Annette, already snuggled under the covers, half- asleep.
That's how I want to feel, she thought. She went out to Michelle's bedroom, and
after looking through the drawers found a small white nightgown. She took off
her clothes and pulled the little nightgown over her head. She then locked up
the house, went to Michelle's bedroom, and jumped under the covers. She was
thinking about Debussy as she fell asleep.

Julie slowly awoke to a very strange, beautiful sound. It was strange, because
she had never heard music like it before, but also beautiful, because it had
that sound... a soft-yet-hard, gentle, feminine sound.

She really wasn't even sure that it was music at first, because it had none of
the fixed angular rhythms of familiar music, yet it flowed, and was cyclical,
yet the cycles changed and became something else again. She found herself
entranced by the sound, yet it sounded so familiar. She got out of bed and began
to walk out towards the music.

As she walked, she noticed on the edge of her vision that the clock read eleven
PM, but forgot about it as she approach the living room. As she peeked around
the corner, there was Annette, sitting on the piano bench, playing this
wonderful music, seemingly extemporaneously. Annette did not seem totally awake
either, as if she was playing in her sleep. Indeed, Julie wasn't sure if this
wasn't her own dream, and that she was still asleep in her own bed. She
continued to hide behind the corner and listen.

As she listened, the music seemed to be laughter, but not just laughter, also
crying and silliness and a blend of feelings of such intensity that she had
forgotten she had had, once, when very young. She walked up to the piano, sat
down and watched Annette play. As she played, Julie began to improvise her own
additions, which made Annette laugh, and look up at Julie with happy, eager
eyes. Their hands and arms ran up and down the length of the piano, dancing,
playing games, and laughing. The skin of Annette's arm would brush up against
her own and then sometimes Annette's fingers would go from a progression on the
keyboard to a walking motion on Julie's arm, down her breasts, and then back to
the piano again. As this happened, Julie began to feel that sense of excitement
she vaguely felt earlier that evening, but she couldn't remember when or where.
Eventually, they played a finale to their musical piece, that was so happy and
funny and energetic, that they both fell off of the piano stool, laughing and
giggling. Tired and both now very sleepy, Julie took Annette's hand and walked
with her back to Annette's little room.

But this time, just as she was about to leave, Annette held on to her arm and
asked her to stay a while. Julie was feeling tired, but a light, very light
playfulness overcame her, and she jumped into the little bed with Annette, and
snuggled down under the covers with her, as they giggled and whispered little
jokes. Eventually, Annette cuddled up next to Julie, laid her head down on
Julie's breasts and started falling asleep. As she did, her hand brushed against
Julie's nipple, which began to become stiff and erect. But now, instead of
feeling breathless, Julie giggled slightly, cooed, and gently stroked Annette's
golden Blonde curls. Annette's head turned ever so slightly, and Julie's nipple,
sheathed in her nightgown, popped naturally into Annette's open mouth, which
began instinctively to suck, right through the cotton cloth.

Part 3

Julie briefly pulled Annette's mouth from her breast, inched her own nightgown
up and over her head, and brought Annette's mouth back to her breast. As Annette
sucked on her nipple, Julie began to run her hand through Annette's hair, over
and over, finally letting her hand run down Annette's back to rest on the hem of
her little nightdress. Gently, she began to pull up the cloth of Annette's
dress, feeling the soft, smooth skin of the back of Annette's thigh, until it
came to rest on the round of her little bottom. As Julie began running the palm
of her hand around and around Annette's bottom, they both began to giggle and
whisper.

Julie lifted Annette's head slightly and brought it down again on her other
breast, where Annette once again began sucking hungrily. They did this several
more times, and on the third time when Julie lifted Annette's head up, she
looked down at the little girl's big blue eyes and brought her lips down to
Annette's and began to kiss them, first on the outside, and then gradually
allowed her tongue to slip in between the little girl's lips. Annette liked this
game, and began once again to start sucking on Julie's tongue, then sticking out
her own tongue and letting Julie suck on it.

Julie now had Annette lying directly on top of her, between her breasts. While
Julie was kissing Annette, she would run both her hands down between Annette's
thighs, and would gently, very gently, spread them apart and lightly drag the
very tips of her fingernails along the inside of her thighs, which would make
Annette sigh ever so slightly and spread her little legs even further apart.
Julie could feel Annette rubbing her little pubic bone against Julie's abdomen,
and finally began bringing her fingers right down between Annette's legs and
lightly stroking her little pussy. Annette breathed in a quick little gasp, then
a sigh, and set back to sucking vigorously on Julie's firm nipples.

Finally, Julie lifted Annette up, gingerly undid the little ribbons round
Annette's waist, pulling her little nightdress off, and gave her some perfumed
oil to spread on Julie's breasts. This seemed like a wonderful game to Annette,
who ran her little slippery hands all over Julie's body. Julie lifted her up
slightly and had Annette spread her legs and crouch down over Julie's mouth,
resting her little pussy right up against her tongue, as she continued to run
the oil over Julie's breasts. Julie quickly began sucking on Annette's pussy,
making her alternately sigh and giggle as Annette squeezed Julie's slippery
nipples.

Annette began sliding all around on top of Julie's body, allowing her pussy to
alternative slip back-and-forth over Julie's nipples, until she slid down and
first kissed Julie's navel, then down further and began running her hands over
Julie's freshly shaved pussy. Finally, urged on by Julie's own example, Annette
lowered her pouting lips down onto Julie wet pink pussy and began sucking
excitedly!

At long last, Julie became so excited that she couldn't control herself any
further. She poured a handful of the oil onto her hand spread it all over
Annette's pussy, then lay flat on her back with her legs bent and spread apart,
pulled Annette up and had her wrap her little legs around each side of Julie's
right thigh, and sit down between her legs, resting with her little pussy
pressed right up against Julie's. With Julie's encouragement, Annette began to
play "horsie," sliding her pussy around and around and bouncing it up and down
against Julie's own pussy, which was now red and wet and in full blossom.
Annette herself was now getting visibly excited and was grinding around and
around with wild, free abandon. Julie brought her finger up to Annette's mouth,
which took it in and began sucking vigorously. Finally, when Julie knew that one
more move would throw her over the brink, she felt Annette's teeth bite into her
index finger, and with a little squeal and the sound of Annette giggling and
crying and laughing at the same time, Julie suddenly felt the white heat rising
up through her own body, and then looking down at this small body writhing in
pleasure between her legs, she came and came and came until there was nothing
left, nothing more that she would ever want, ever.

She put her nightgown back on, left Annette's bedroom, and went back to sleep in
Michelle's bedroom, the sounds of a new kind of music echoing in her ear.

The next morning she was awakened by the smell of sausages and scrambled eggs
being made. She went out and saw that Michelle had already gotten back, and was
fixing breakfast for Annette, who looked over sweetly at her and said, "Hi,
Julie!"

Julie suddenly realized that she wasn't sure whether what happened last night
was a dream or not. She sat down with them, ate breakfast, and didn't contribute
much to the conversation. She did, however, occasionally look out of the corner
of her eye at Annette, to see any evidence of the reality of her memory.
Nothing. And now, she couldn't for the life of her remember any of the music
that mesmerized her last night and was the start of it all. Not a single note.
What did it all mean?

She bade farewell to Michelle, and kissed good-bye to Annette (on the cheek),
again with no noticeable reaction, and then left the house, walking down the
sidewalk back to her home. And as she put her key into the lock of her own door,
she could hear down the street, very faintly, the sounds of Annette playing the
piano. And they were unlike anything she had ever heard before, strange, but
beautiful....

THE END.

 

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