With that I lifted her off of me. I was aching to play with her and have her please me. It was a little unreal. I had had so many fantasies about the church pianist. Now I had kissed her, I had felt her up and handled her. It was only the beginning. The relationship had changed and now she would be my pupil. She would learn what I liked and how I was to enjoy her. If she was a good student I would teach her new pleasures.
I took her by the hand and led her to the piano room. I sat her on the bench. I stood in front of her, the tip of my cock protruding from the top of my pants. She looked hungry. 'What are you going to teach me?' she asked. 'Get on the bench on your hands and knees. I'm going to teach you a lesson'. I couldn't help but smirk as I said this. It was a kind of ridiculous play that I was making up as I went along. But she was into it. She positioned herself on the bench. She was still clothed in her sweats. She stretched like a cat giving that 'fuck me' look. 'Put your butt in the air.' her top fell forward. I pulled her shirt above her tits. Her back was exposed and her ass stretching the fabric. I felt her pussy through the fabric, outlining her labia. She had soaked through her pants with horniness. I pulled her pants and panties down slowly over her ass. 'You're a very bad student'. It was almost a question as much as a characterization. 'Am I now?' she retorted. Her question upset me so I spanked her hard. She let out a little surprised gasp. She recoiled and then presented her pussy to me. 'Are you going to fuck me?'. I spanked her again for talking. Her gorgeous breasts were pressed against the bench. With one finger I traced her pussy and flicked her clit. 'Not yet.' I circled her opening with 2 fingers. 'I need you to repeat what I tell you.' She was biting her lip. She was into this. 'I like getting fucked by a big cock.' She hesitated and I spanked her hard. 'I like getting fucked by a big cock.' I slipped a finger into her and then 2. Her juices were dripping onto my hand. 'Say it again.' 'I like getting fucked by a big cock!' I began finger fucking her rapidly, gauging her body's response, looking for her pleasure spots. 'Again!' 'Ohhhh I like getting fucked by a big cock!' I had three fingers in her. 'I like getting fucked by a big cock! I like getting fucked by a big cock!' My words in her mouth amused me and aroused me. She turned and looked at me while I finger fucked her, her pants keeping her bound around the thighs, her breasts now bouncing. 'I LOVE getting fucked by a big cock!' I spanked her again. She said the wrong thing. With my fingers and hand now wet with her I ordered her to sit on the bench. I placed three fingers in her mouth and she tasted herself, licking and sucking on my fingers. Her clothes were pitifully disheveled. Her pants and panties were now around her ankles. I kneeled in front of her and slid them off her feet. 'Take off your sweatshirt for me slowly' She pulled her shirt against her breasts and slowly lifted revealing one tit and then the other. She pinched her nipples while she took off her last bit of clothing. She was completely naked on the bench. I was kneeling in front of her. My cock was aching to be free.
'I'm a very bad student', She got off of the bench and put her hands on my shoulders. She guided me down to the floor. I was still clothed and this seemed to make her a little unhappy. I was now laying on the floor in the piano room, and my dream pianist was naked crawling over me. She began undressing me starting with my shoes and socks. She moved up my legs to my crotch. She nuzzled my balls with her nose through the fabric. She moved her lips up the length to the protruding tip, giving a wet lick. I was in heaven as she unbuckled and unzipped me and with a tug freed me. 'I like getting fucked by a big cock!' and with that phrase she gently took me into her mouth and lifted my cock, keeping it at a nice angle and licking me while taking me in, fucking my cock softly with her face. After pumping me a number of times with no hands, just her mouth and tongue, she gripped the base of my cock and looked up at me, giving me a look I can't forget and showing me how wet my cock now was. It was an amazing sight. She was on her knees, her breasts and hair covered my thighs and her mouth drooled on my shaft. She removed my pants and moved up me. She unbuttoned my shirt and proceeded to titillate me, by gently brushing her large breasts against my thighs, and up my body, kissing me, before moving back down, pressing her chest against my hard-on. Her breasts were cool as she wrapped them around me, gently fucking me with her mouth and then her tits, alternately getting my dick wet and sliding me between. This light massage and form of arousal went on for some time. Several times I ordered her to put 2 fingers in her twat and let me lick them. Several times she brought me near to orgasm with her fuck mouth, releasing me just before the excitement took me over the top. 'I like getting fucked by a big cock.'
Now that she had full control of my cock she was ready to use me. As she began to slide me into her I stopped her. 'You're a very bad girl. And that's not how you're going to get fucked tonight.' I reached down and gave her a good hard slap on the ass. With that I sat up and moved her off of me. I stood. She was a horny mess on the floor. Lay on the bench and spread your legs for me. She quickly jumped on the bench. She did as I commanded. She laid back and slowly parted her legs. 'Be a good girl and rub your clit while I fuck you.' She hesitated a little and I took her hand and began making motions on her pleasure spot with her fingers. 'Spread your legs wider.' She obeyed. I kissed her, hovered on top of her and plunged into her. She was very wet so my first thrust took the entire length of my sizeable cock. My balls slapped against her. The sensation was incredible. Now she was being a very good girl indeed. I was fucking the church pianist. I fucked her at a nice, slow, steady pace, in part to fend off my impending eruption. And in part to get to know her, and how she needs to be fucked. Every pupil is different. I kept most of the length in her while giving short hard thrusts. Her fingers played with her clit. Occasionally I almost pulled out only to fuck her more deeply. She looked at me with a pained expression of carnal satisfaction. 'You’re going to scream for me when you come or I'm not going to cover your breasts with my pleasure. Scream or I may not let you taste me. You bad little whore.' I threw in the last phrase to test the waters. Her pace picked up and I began fucking her with short, steady hard thrusts. This went on for some time and I saw her pleasure increase. It made me harder. Her tits bounced and I pinched a nipple. I licked her mouth and bit at her neck. She put her hands on my hips and pulled me into her and let out a scream 'aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh god I'm a bad girl. I'm a bad girl!' She held me tight against her while her pussy pulsed around my cock. I smiled and cupped her head in one hand, moving my fingers through her hair. I let her enjoy her long orgasm, pumping her very slowly. I pulled it out and rubbed it against her clit. I slid back in. I did this several times. And then I started towards my own fulfillment.
She was a little spent from her orgasm. I had her say it again. 'I like getting fucked by a big cock.' She pulled my head down close to hers. She whispered it in my ear 'I like getting fucked by a big cock.' I fucked her harder, almost pulling out with each thrust. The piano room was full with the sound of wet slaps. I could hold out no longer.
I pulled out and I couldn't have had a better target. Beautiful white breasts, large aureole, hard nipples. I came and sprayed generously. Come landed all over her breasts, and her neck. She closed her eyes and smiled. 'You're a bad bad boy.' My cock kept twitching. Sweat rolled down my brow. It was perfect.
The piano teacher casually took a finger, rubbed some of my sticky come around a nipple and brought the finger to her lips. 'Am I good student?' she asked. 'You're learning' I answered.
That would be the first of many 'piano lessons'. She inspired me to go to some church services. Sitting in the pew, watching her play, her breasts pressing against the fabric of her conservative dress, I would take mental notes for my fantasies. And in my fantasies every pew, every seat in the choir, every inch of the plush, carpeted floor, even the alter could be our piano bench. I hope the sermon is short today.
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