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 LUCY - FRUSTRATIONS OF A PIANO TEACHER.
   First a little summary of Lucy.  She was 10 years old at the time of
teaching her.  She was what I'd deem as just above averagely shy for her
age: she squirmed a bit when spoken to, but was able to respond quite
articulately, sometimes even volunteering information.  She was only
moderately intelligent by the standards of the types who generally have
piano lessons, being from reasonably well-to-do families, usually.  More
important - to a guy like me - was her looks.  She was pretty without being
`beautiful', but this somehow made her even more desirable.  A short and
thin physique typical of her age was complemented by a very ordinary but
pleasant round face, emphasised nicely by brown hair which was worn flat
back from it, held down in place by an Alice band.  They are always winners
with me.  Sometimes it was one or two little silver hair grips instead,
which are equally as cute.
Each girl I encounter affects me slightly differently, but naturally
with many common themes.  Lucy taught me three things, I think in this
order of prominence:
   It struck me how small a 10-year-old actually is.  She was normal-sized
for the age, yet I often felt almost bowled over by how small and delicate
was her body and individual features, particularly `shortness' of height.
So cute, though, so damned cute.  I wondered why some pedo guys raved so
much about ones as young and little as 5-year-old, or even lower (getting a
too extreme for me below that).  There's just no need to focus on so young
when 10 years old really is `all' child, in every sense.
   I knew I would sodomize her at the drop of hat, if only it were allowed.
I'd do the same to any girl I found attractive (which is a lot of them),
but the thought was particularly prominent towards Lucy.  I'm talking
sodomize in the most common meaning - anal penetration - although the
broader meaning, which includes penis in mouth, featured strongly in my
thoughts too.  Partly it was her personality, which affected me in this
way, but not least it was because of the glimpses I often got of her little
butt-crack.  It was the way she wore her jeans, and often was reaching down
to pick things up, with the way the room was laid out.
   It occurred to me just how innocent a 10-year-old was.  Not all are,
though, I'm sure.  Types like Lucy, though, brought up in nice middle-class
homes and living in a small village and attending a nice small primary
school definitely are.  It was obvious by the way she acted, very sweet and
obedient, even though she did not like piano lessons (I'll come to that).
She was a busy little princess, dutifully doing homework, and also taking
on dancing lessons and Girl Guides.  She went to church on Sundays too, I
think.  Yet within all this, I wondered if she had a sixth sense of the
thoughts I harboured for her, even though she knew next to nothing about
that type of thing.  I sometimes think it's a feminine ESP that they're
born with, but they can't articulate until they're older.
   This would make sense, at least in part explaining why she dreaded
lessons so much.  I did not discover this until the very end, and it came
as a genuine surprise to me.  I knew she did not practise very much, even
though she listened sensibly in lessons.  I knew she was under a bit of
pressure and tired with all the extra-curricula things she was taking on -
the poor little thing (not) - and often had to rush out with her mother in
the car to the next whatever, when my lesson was done.  I actually made
small-talk about these things with her, being the nice teacher I am (no,
really I am!), and she responded to it sweetly if not at length.  Perhaps
during these off-topic chats she picked up in some subliminal way that I
was thinking `Oh, I wish I could fuck that little mouth', because I
certainly was.  To my knowledge, I've never been thought of as a `creepy'
teacher by either students or parents, quite the opposite in fact.  But who
knows, those few who have quit lessons with me may have had their reasons.
If so, fuck `em.
   Back to Lucy.  Over the course of about 6 months, our lessons lurched
along with me always being patient and non-threatening, and she making very
little increments of progress.  Her concentration and determination wasn't
great, even though she was a good behaver.  Despite all my words of
encouragement and praise, secretly I badly wanted to verbally scold her or
spank her, on her bare arse.  I often felt this is what she deserved, and
that it should be allowed.  Of course, some measure of verbal strictness IS
allowed, and her mother even said to me, "Do tell her off if she is not
paying attention." Oh, the irony!  I am too nice, and never like to tell
little girls off, but hell how I want to have sex with them!  My strategy
is always to be an informal kind of teacher, almost a `friend', whilst
wishing I could be an extremely sexual friend.
   I was always trusted in the room alone with her, while mother was in the
kitchen or somewhere else.  Occasionally she passed through, perhaps doing
a little spot-check that `this piano teacher guy was not sexually abusing
her daughter' kind of thing.  That's perfectly to be expected - that the
parents would do checks I mean!  Occasionally mother even went out of the
house, having to do some errand in the car, and I was left alone with
precious little Lucy.  This always gave me a buzz, although I never acted
improperly.  She would ask Lucy, "You don't mind, do you, you'll be okay?"
She nodded or uttered assent, as if to say, "Yes, I'm fine being alone with
big adult male piano teacher." Well, she would not have been if I ever did
even a fraction of the stuff I wanted to with her!
   It was about 10-15 minutes I had alone with her on these occasions.  The
thought always occurred to me very acutely indeed of how much I could
easily accomplish in that time, if I was brave or stupid enough.  A hand
inside her knickers of course only takes a second, and a forced sexual kiss
not much longer.  In 10 minutes I could have easily had her garments down
and administered those little punitive spanks, bending her over that piano
stool.  I could have whipped my cock out, showed her an erection, or taught
her to give a blowjob if I was really organized.  I could certainly easily
have buggered her, holding her in place if she was not cooperative,
although I'm guessing a few firm verbals would have been enough to secure
any necessary obedience in letting herself get sexually abused.  I am not
sure whether she would even know that term.
   All too risky and too immoral, of course, but I dream of a world or
scenario where it can happen.  A particularly good idea, I always think, is
to have a payment-in-kind system.  Instead of taking money, I'd be
delighted to have sexual little rights to the kid.  After each lesson is
over, 15-30 minutes upstairs with her for a bit of niceness, regardless of
whether young Lucy saw it as `nice'.  In the middle of summer once, Lucy
was in her bikini and was reluctant to come downstairs.  The mother told
her, "Don't be silly, there's nothing to be embarrassed about!" So ironic.
She would not have said that if she knew how I, 39-year-old guy, craved her
daughter's 10-year-old body.  Then again, perhaps she did: perhaps she kind
of wanted to `show off' precious darling Lucy to me.  Doubt it, though. 
When she did come down, she came down with a large towel around her little
body.  So silly.  See what I mean by `sixth sense', though?
   Oh, did I mention she had no breasts whatever in the time I knew her? 
Some 10-year-olds do, I think, or at least the starting of them, but Lucy
did not as far as I could see.  This did not make me want her any the less,
but more if anything.  The fondling, kissing or sucking of a preteen girl's
flat chest figures highly on my wish-list.  I think I'd have to cum on it
at some stage too.
   Well, one day I was informed that lessons would have to come to an end.
Little Lucy was so worked up each week, apparently, whining and protesting
in the lead-up to my arrival time.  Her mother gave up on pushing her. 
Magnanimously, I quipped how she was under pressure taking on such much,
being `so ambitious'.  Privately, I thought, `Christ, I'd give the little
bitch a REASON to dread the lessons if I had my way.'
   Nothing violent, I'm not a violent guy - it looks so bad when spelled
out in this way - but just a cum in her mouth each week, and careful
attempts to get a penis up her anus.  Attempts at vaginal sex would also
feature, as would the staple things such as licking her cunt and fondling
her all over.  My feelings for Lucy were double-driven, I think: the simple
physical attraction, but also the sheer exasperation at all the weeks of
kind and patient effort with her, to be rewarded only by the silly little
cow not liking lessons, or more likely not liking `me'.  Of course I
understand, kids are kids, sensitive and timid at this age, but still... 
it's annoying.
   She'd be 13 now.  I wonder how she's doing, and what she looks like. 
Almost certainly has tits, but possibly not quite so pretty, if her mother
is anything to go by.  Girls `peak' at different ages.  I'm sure she's a
virgin still.  I'm also sure she's not getting very far on the piano, if at
all.  She was not particularly talented, and even less mentally strong. 
Weak, sweet but feather-brained and a waste of time, all she was good for
was pedo sex.  She'd be one of the first I'd choose, if I could select 10
girls to take with me to a dessert island or a different planet with
impunity.  I'd particularly like to see her in a group context, being used
and enjoyed by 2 or 3 different men, not hurting her too seriously but also
not giving much of a damn for her emotional welfare.
   These are the true thoughts of a male piano teacher.
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Lucy - frustrations of a piano teacher