Confessions of a Piano Teacher

My name is Maria, or "Miss Sharova" as my students know me. I am cellist for the Liverpool Symphony Orchestra. Originally from Croatia, I moved to London with my father when I was a girl and trained at the Royal Academy of Music. Cello has always been my first instrument but I also play piano. Since leaving the Academy, I have taught private piano lessons from my flat in Hampstead. It is a good way of earning an extra income that is flexible with my rehearsal and touring schedule. It was in this role of piano teacher that at the age of 30 I mercilessly seduced a 18-year old male student. Here is my confession.

Tom was a gorgeous half-British, half-Indonesian boy. He was 14 when I first met him. His attractive, rich parents lived in the Park Lane area of London, and his mother called me one day to enquire about the possibility of having piano lessons for her son. I was a registered private tutor at the time and my details had been passed on by the Royal Academy. A few days later she came to my home with Tom and I taught him a few beginners’ exercises while she stayed in the room. At the end of this first lesson, and without consulting the boy, she thanked me and told me he would be coming each week. In future, she said, a driver would bring him and collect him at the end of each class.

Tom was a polite, thoughtful boy. He was highly intelligent but casual and affable with it. He was also creative, picking up the piano quickly and within a year or so, starting to excel. It was a particular pleasure to teach this shy, quiet lad because he was also exceedingly pretty. He had a lovely nut-brown skin and the darkest of hair. His eyes were devastating in their blackness and clarity, and his skin was soft and untrammelled. He played the piano very delicately with his long, tanned fingers and when he smiled, he would flash delicate pearls of white teeth. It was a beautiful smile and he was a beautiful boy.

Given Tom’s tender age to begin with, and the fact that I had a more professional ‘teacherly’ approach back then, I never so much as considered the possibility I might be sexually attracted to him. He was a young boy who, for one hour a week, was placed in my care, and I had adult responsibilities toward him. But around the time of his 16th birthday, Tom started to take on the appearance more of a young man. He was still very lean but his arms and chest had become larger and more defined. His face had grown from pretty to handsome and his dark eyes took on a new substance, as though they suddenly contained a world inside.

I started to become distracted when sitting at the piano with him, by the prominent bulge that would frequently appear in the trousers of his smart school uniform. I noticed that it usually came when I was reaching across him to play the higher keys and our bodies briefly touched. I began to feel a palpable sexual energy in my connection with the boy and found myself absentmindedly admiring his body, particularly his pert backside, when he went to put on his shoes. I started to fantasise about making love to my beautiful young Tadzio, although I never went as far as physically planning it. Until, that is, one rainy afternoon in November of last year.

I was halfway through the regular weekly lesson with Tom and he was having particular difficulty mastering a passage of one of Chopin’s Nocturnes. I stood behind where he sat at the piano stool and reached over his shoulders, as I had done many times before, to show him how to correctly play the phrase he was stuck on. As I did so, I became aware that a rather large bulge was forming in the crotch of Tom’s school trousers. I tried not to acknowledge I had seen it and continued to play the phrase a few times, but when I glanced again there was a tiny ring of moisture that had soaked through the grey material above the bulge. This poor adolescent boy, I thought; he must be so frustrated. I didn’t know if Tom had a girlfriend or if he might have had any prior sexual experience. It seemed unlikely given how shy and sensitive he was. And yet his handsome looks must surely have earned him some attention from girls. Tom was acutely aware of the damp patch that had formed on his trousers, and he became red-faced and apparently filled with shame, discreetly trying to wipe it off with his jacket sleeve when he thought I wasn’t watching. Rather than feel any embarrassment, I found myself extremely turned on by this behaviour, and try as I might, I could not rid myself of the delicious idea that this beautiful boy’s youthful erection was sticking up inside his trousers for me.

I have no idea what Devil gave me the courage or audacity to do it, but I suddenly took Tom’s hand and gently stood him up facing the piano. He looked surprise but no doubt expected a new exercise to follow. Pulling the stool back from his legs, I sat down on it myself and placed my hands on either side of his waist. He gave a jolt of surprise but remained looking down at the keyboard of the piano. He jolted even more when my hands reached around his waist and began to unzip his uniform-trousers. But he didn’t move a muscle or say a word. When my fingers reached the bottom of his zip, his loose fitting trousers dropped away from him with sudden ease, landing in a crumpled heap at his feet.

Lifting up the back of his blazer, I saw the silk-smooth, hairless flesh of his olive-toned thighs and buttocks. I ran my fingers across them and it felt like the soft skin of a freshly-washed baby. His whole body was trembling softly as though he were turned on but trying to remain polite. I put my hands on his side and gently turned him around. In doing so, his legs got caught in the trousers around his ankles and he fell back momentarily, his bare bottom clinking on the piano keys. I helped him back to standing and marvelled at the proud-looking teenage erection that now stared modestly up at me. It looked so clean and new; humble in size but stiff as a board. It was glistening wet with an oily head. I realised at once why his trousers had become so damp - because the poor boy had not been wearing any pants. Perhaps he had forgotten to put them on that morning.
I reached up and began to unbutton his shirt. He didn’t stop me – but neither did he help me – remove his blazer and tie, and slide the school-shirt off his shoulders until it fell back on the piano behind. The sublime 18-year old boy was now standing helpless before me, naked as the day he was born, with a hungry erection sticking up in my face. And I was going to violate him. I could feel the sweetest jab of pleasure between my legs from the naughty idea.

I ran my hands all over his chest before lowering them to his waist. With the poor boy trembling in trepidation, I guided his delicious looking young cock into my mouth. I was able to close my lips around most of its length, and began to gently suckle on the head, creating a tight passageway between my tongue and the wet insides of my mouth. I sucked on the shell-shocked teenager’s loins like this just a few times before I heard him gasp out loud. Seizing his firm buttocks, I pulled him further into my mouth as I felt a gush of warm semen flood my throat. Tom’s young body spasmed as he continued to ejaculate for what seemed an age, like an endless stream of water pouring from a drinking fountain. I gulped it all down, swallowing as quickly as I could to avoid choking on the generous load.

When he was finally spent, I let his cock slip free. I was surprised to find that it remained as stiff as before but much wetter, drenched as it was now in saliva and spunk. His eyes were shut tight from the forbidden pleasure of it all and no doubt from the embarrassment too. And yet all I could think of was the fact that his penis still looked so stiff and desperate for attention. This was such a horny notion that I couldn’t begin to control myself.

I reached inside my cardigan and unclasped my bra, pulling it out from around my chest. Tom looked on, mesmerised. I began to undo the buttons of my blouse, all the while watching his erection grow harder as I did so. When I reached the last button, I opened my blouse to reveal my naked chest to the boy. He stared transfixed at my tits, perhaps the first pair he had witnessed in the flesh. They weren’t huge but in comparison to the boy’s erection, they looked it. He seemed too nervous to touch them so I thought I would take the opportunity to introduce them to him instead. I took hold of his slippery erection and eased the foreskin up over its head and back again, like I was oiling a door-hinge. I pulled it in towards my chest and slid it between my breasts, clasping them together to lock it into place. The head of his cock all but disappeared within the flesh until I began to move my tits up and down, wanking him slowly, when it would appear momentarily between my cleavage. The poor boy managed a few moments of this before he gasped out again and set free another avalanche of sperm all over my chest. I thrust his cock up and down like I was pumping up a bicycle tyre, and he continued to spew an abundance of white goo all over my tits.

After he had experienced a final involuntary convulsion, Tom relaxed and I released him from the caged confines of my breasts. His cock looked even messier than before but even now remained in a semi-erect state. He seemed less embarrassed but still said nothing and made no attempt to move. He just stared down at the pond of spunk on my tits. The sight of it seemed to appeal to him, as perhaps also did the thought of what had just happened, and his penis started to stiffen yet again to its full, angry extent. Was there no way of satiating this rampant, godly young man?

I lifted my long skirt up over my thighs and let it fall behind the piano stool, revealing my crotch in a pair of thin cotton panties. Tom looked mesmerised again, like an explorer who had just discovered Africa. Removing my pants, I shuffled to the edge of the stool and guided Tom down on to his knees. His eyes were fixed upon my pussy, its pink lips slightly parted with moisture.

Taking his penis in my hand again, I guided its slippery tip towards the entrance of my cunt. I had to reach my body down a little and he had to reach up, but in a few moments he was inside me. I started to carefully slide my pussy up and down the shaft. The pleasure for was overwhelming. I heard him utter a short whisper of bliss, unable to remove his eyes from the erotic sight of his teenage cock, fucking his 30 year old piano teacher.

It was me this time who lasted no longer than a few strokes, and I suddenly found myself having the most impossibly dizzying orgasm I can remember. Tom could see that I was cumming, although I don’t think he quite registered he was responsible for it. Still in the throes of ecstasy and with scarcely a thought to what I was doing, I pulled his cock from my convulsing pussy and furiously wanked him up against its wet outer lips. “Cum with me”, I pleaded. I was shrieking with pleasure as I did so and the rhythm of my hand was far from steady, but after a few vigorous tugs, Tom had obeyed and was ejaculating again. His cock twitched and another huge string of sperm erupted across my pussy, followed by two fine jets that squirted over my stomach. As my own orgasm subsided, I reached my mouth out and let the last of his teenage spunk spill over my tongue and chin.

A second later the buzzer to my flat sounded. I saw from the clock that it was 5pm. It must have been Tom’s driver come to collect him. I told Tom to get dressed quickly, which he did and hurriedly got dressed myself. Awkward and blushing, he picked up his bag and scarpered from the flat. “Don’t forget to practice your Nocturnes”, I called out after him. There was no reply from the boy.

A few days later, after a lot of soul-searching, I telephoned his mother and told her that unfortunately I would no longer be teaching piano lessons.