Forbidden Crescendo: An Age Gap Story

Amy learns a lesson in discipline in this age-gap story of forbidden desires.  

This sucks. My audition is this Saturday, and I’m nowhere near ready.

“Play it again.” Julian Lee Ross, my beyond-strict piano instructor and the best instructor in the state, stands over me, peering down at me with disdain. We’ve been at this for three hours and I still can’t get it right.

I let my fingers fly over the keys but stumble again. I always mess up at the same part.

“Again,” he barks at me.

My fingers ache. My shoulders ache. I am so close to giving up this hopeless dream of auditioning for the theater production. For as long as I can remember, I dreamed of getting on that stage and playing for an audience. My parents always said I was born to be the center of attention. They’re right. There’s no greater feeling than being on a stage with the lights and the sounds and the people who all came to watch me.

“Get your fingers out of your ass and play.” In order to be the best, I have to be taught by the best, even when the best is a tight-wad music instructor who never smiles and enjoys insulting me every step of the way.

Julian has been teaching music for over thirty years since the age of twenty. He’s taught all the greats, and now he’s teaching me.

He doesn’t often take on new students. I got lucky, however, when my mom found out that he had an unexpected opening two years ago and paid him a shit load of money to push me to the front of the line. Most of his students start with him at a very young age. It’s not often he takes on an eighteen-year-old wannabe protégé. I’m grateful for the opportunity since I’m one of the lucky ones. I really am, but this man is such an ass.

“I am playing,” I retort.

“You call that playing? You must be more stupid than I thought.”

I clench my jaw. That hurts, but I won’t show him. He feeds off hurt feelings and fear. “I’m doing the best I can,” I sneer.

“Well, if that’s your best, you might as well give up.”

“Well, maybe,” I say, standing from the bench, “it’s not my fault I suck. Maybe I just have a crappy teacher.”

His nostrils flare as he bares his teeth at me.

Oh, shit. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that. “I’m sorry,” I say, instantly regretting my words. “I…”

My words are cut off when Julian grabs me by the neck and pulls me into him. “I suggest you mind your FUCKING manners, little girl.” His voice is low and slow. His warm breath warms my face.

I gasp for air as his hand squeezes my neck.

“Because if you don’t, that ass,” he squeezes my ass, “will be mine. You won’t be able to sit for a week.”

The hair lifts on my arm.

“Do we have an understanding, Ms. Davenport?”

I blink rapidly, unable to control my shaking.

“Do we…have an understanding?” he repeats.

I nod the best I can with his hand around my neck.

He lets go, and I fall to the ground with a loud thump. My leg muscles feel tight, and my body is ready to run. What the fuck just happened?

“Now get up and play,” he demands.

Clamoring to my feet, I find my position back on the bench and play despite my clammy hands.

***

I am in my cocoon. Breathing in the aroma of my cherry-scented bath bomb, feeling the warmth of the water as it caresses every inch of my skin…this is my peace. I breathe deeply as I let the water relax my body and my mind.

I close my eyes and let my mind drift off to the events of the day. Julian’s hand around my neck like a living necklace—his breath warming my skin. My hand moves under the soapy water. I spread my legs and push the lips of my pussy apart. gently stroke my clit while my other hand tugs on my nipple.

Julian’s glacial blue eyes stare down at me. Are you thinking about me while you touch yourself? You are such a bad girl.

“Yes,” I moan out loud. I grip the edge of the tub as my orgasm hits me. My body convulses, and I let my head roll back.

A squeak startles me, and my eyes fly open just in time to see a figure disappear from the doorway. The bathroom door is slightly ajar. Shit! I should’ve locked the door. 

Dressing quickly, I make my way down to the bedroom across from mine. I don’t bother knocking because what’s the point? I push the door open.

Ramon scrambles to cover his erect dick with his blanket.

“What the fuck, Sierra?” he screams.

“Oh, now you know how it feels. You were watching me in the bathroom, you sick perv.”

“I…I wasn’t.”

“You’re a fucking liar.”

“I wasn’t watching you. You’re imagining things.”

“Really?” I cross my arms over my chest. “What are you doing under the blanket?”

Ramon’s eyes dart around the room, avoiding eye contact. His lips pinch together in a tight line.

“Maybe I should pull the blanket off,” I say, despite the fact that I have no intention of doing it.

Ramon’s eyes shoot to mine. “No,” he says hurriedly. “Can you please leave?”

“I won’t leave until you admit you were watching me in the bathroom.”

“Shhh,” he hushes me. “Keep your voice down.” He glances at the door, his fingers drumming an impatient rhythm against his chest. “Please.” He looks back at me with pleading eyes.

I take a deep breath. “Fine. But next time, I won’t let you off so easily.”

A relieved expression crosses Ramon’s face. “Thank you.”

I turn to leave the bedroom. This isn’t the first time I’ve caught my stepbrother watching me, and I’m sure it won’t be the last.

***

“I put some money in your account in case you guys want to order in for dinner,” my stepfather informs me. “Your mother and I will be back in the morning.” He gazes up the stairs. “Please keep an eye on him. If he does anything suspicious, call us right away.”

“So, I’m babysitting him?” I question despite the fact that Ramon is a whole two years older than I am. Ever since he came to live with us four years ago, I’ve been the designated spy for my parents.

My mother married my stepfather when I was ten. Ramon alternated between juvenile detention centers and his mother’s house. Eventually, his mother had had enough and sent him across the country to live with his father.

They don’t have the best relationship, hence why my stepfather doesn’t trust his son to stay out of trouble. That makes me the designated family narc.

“I just want you to keep an eye on him.”

“Fine.”

Despite his father’s lack of trust in him, Ramon makes an effort to stay out of trouble. He often spends most of his time in his bedroom listening to very loud music.

“Oh, and Julian will be here in an hour for your lesson,” my mother says. “Please, let’s not have a repeat of yesterday.”

I roll my eyes. He told her? Seriously?

“I’m serious, Sierra,” my mother chastises. “We’re not paying all that money for you to fuck it up.”

I wonder if he told her what he did to me. I know he would never be that forthcoming.

“I get it,” I spit.

My stepfather touches my mom’s shoulder. “She’s got this. She wants this more than us. I’m sure she’ll do her best.”

“She’s not the one paying for it,” my mother retorts.

“Honey, we have to go. Sierra is going to make us both proud,” he says, winking at me. He leads my mother to the door. Before leaving, he turns to me once more. He gazes up the stairs and back at me, a silent plea to remember to keep an eye on his son.

I nod my head in agreement before closing the door behind them.

An hour later, I’m sitting at the edge of the bench in front of our grand piano, doing my best not to mess up. My back is straight, and my arms are relaxed. My fingers glide over the keys, hitting each note with precision, or so I thought. I look over at Julian, who stands over me, his hands clasped behind his back. A permanent scowl decorates his face.

My hands pause over the keys. “Was that not good?” I ask, taking quick, uneasy breaths.

“You’re asking me if that was any good? Have you lost your hearing in the past twenty-four hours?” His voice is deep and harsh.

“I…I thought I was doing a good job,” I stutter.

“So, you have gone deaf.”

I look down at my hands. “Sorry.”

“You plan on getting through your audition with “sorry”?” he berates.

“Um…”

“Get up!” he commands, his voice loud and booming.

I quickly scramble to my feet. “I can try again. I can…”

“Shut up!” He spits out sternly.

I pinch my lips together. Julian moves into me and grabs my throat. For a while, he says nothing. His deep gaze stares into my soul. Tears pool in the corner of my eyes. My heart races, nearly exploding out of my chest. He reaches up and caresses my cheeks, his touch lingering on my skin.

“You are hopeless,” he says, lowering his voice. His words are harsh, but his tone is soft. He releases my throat, and I stumble backward. My hand moves to my throat, still feeling the warmth of his hand there. My lips tremble.

Julian moves over to the bench and sits down. “Come over here,” he barks at me.

I jump, startled at his change of tone.

“Now!”

I move quickly, my legs still shaking.

He scoots his body backward, giving me room to squeeze in in front of him. “Sit,” he commands, pointing at his lap with his eyes.

I stare at him, confused.

“Do we need to have your hearing checked?”

“Am I sitting…on your lap?”

He looks at me like I’m the dumbest person in the room.

I slowly move closer to him. “Um…” I say in an uncertain tone. “I…um…” I can’t speak. Why can’t I speak? Because this is an odd request. No, this is an odd demand because I don’t think I have a choice.

Julian raises one eyebrow, his impatience written all over his face. I’m close enough to him now, but I’m unsure what to do next. Julian grabs my wrist, forcing me down onto his lap.

My body freezes momentarily. Holy shit!

His fingers trail down my arm until he reaches my hands. His hands rest on top of mine. “Play,” he says against my neck. I can feel the warmth of his breath against my skin.  

I stiffen. Breathe.

“Play,” he says again.

I fumble, my fingers trying to remember the keys.

“Let your fingers fondle the keys,” he whispers in my ear.

My breath hitches. I squeeze my thighs tight. Hesitantly, I let my fingers play, his hands staying on top of mine.

Julian’s hands leave my hand, allowing me to play on my own. I squirm and manage to wriggle myself off his lap and onto the bench between his legs. He grips my waist and moves me back into his lap. I pause my playing when I feel what is undeniably his dick pressed against my back.

“Keep playing.” His dick moves with his words, with his breathing.

Oh, God.

Julian’s hands rest on my upper thigh, and, oh fuck! My pussy moistens at his touch.

“Don’t stop playing,” he whispers in my ear. One hand rubs up and down my thigh while his other hand reaches behind him. I hear him fidgeting with his belt buckle.

“What…” I can’t breathe. I’m trying to catch my breath, but I can’t. “What are you doing?” I bite my lips.

“Just keep playing.”

I try to obey, but my fingers won’t let me play the correct keys.

His hand slides higher up my thigh until he’s gripping my cotton panties under my skirt.

“Ju…Ju…” I let out a breath.

“No talking. Just play.” His fingers find their way inside my panties. Warm fingers gently massage my sensitive clit. I moan, unable to control myself.

His fingers slide into my opening, and he grunts in my ear. “Why are you so wet?”

“I…I…” I exhale.

He pulls his hand out of my panties and lifts them to his mouth. I hear him suck on his fingers. My pussy spasms, and I feel myself getting even more wet at the thought of my arousal on his tongue.

Julian’s hands go to my waist again and force me to stand. Standing between his legs with my back to him, he lifts my skirt. I grip the edge of the piano as a cool breeze hits my skin. He hooks his fingers onto my panties and pulls them down.

I know I should say something. I know I should tell him to stop. Julian is more than twice my age, and he’s my piano instructor. He shouldn’t be doing this, but I want this. I’ve wanted this ever since he grabbed me by the throat. I visualize a head of salt and pepper hair between my legs. I imagine my fingers gripping his hair as I push him deeper into my pussy. Oh, God, I want this.

He lets my panties drop to my ankles, and I step out of them.

“Sit.”

This time, I don’t hesitate. He guides me down onto his lap. I gasp when my ass hits something hard and stiff.

“Nice and slow,” he says, guiding me down. He slowly pushes up into my pussy.

“Oh, God, Julian,” I gasp.

My pussy glides down on his dick slowly. He takes his time, giving me time to adjust to his girth.

I bite my lips in an attempt to silence my moans of pleasure. My stepbrother is right upstairs. If I’m too loud, he’ll come down to the living room and catch us.

My pussy swallows his dick slowly. “Your pussy was made for my dick. That’s right. Take all of it inside you.” His voice is laced with desire.

Once his dick is all the way inside of me, I release the breath I am holding. I’m sitting on his lap with his dick buried so deep in my pussy. I feel it jerk and pulsate, and I think I’m ready to come simply from sitting here.

“Play,” he says into my neck.

How can I play when all I can think about is his dick inside me?

“Play,” he says again, his tone more commanding this time.

I begin to play, but I can’t focus. His hand rubs up and down my thigh. I bite my lips,

“You have such a sweet, tight pussy. Just like I imagined it would be.” He tugs on my ear with his teeth. “It’s so tight around my cock.” His hand trails up my thigh. “I want your cream on my dick.” He massages my clit. “On my fingers.” He slides his fingers down to my opening, inserting his finger into my pussy alongside his dick, causing me to gasp. “On my face.”

“Oh, God, yes,” I moan, my voice coming out breathy.

His finger pumps in and out of my pussy.

“Hmmmmm….” He moans. “Keep playing.”

I let out a moan of ecstasy. His mouth is on my neck, sucking on my skin.

His fingers pump into me faster, and I’ve never felt so full. Beyond the keys of the piano, I hear the sound of my pussy juices as he thrusts his fingers in and out of me.

“Oh, God, Julian. Yes. Fuck me.”

“Take control, Ms. Davenport. Bounce that sweet ass on my dick.”

Without a second thought, I move my hips in small circles.

“That’s right. Show me how you like it,” he growls.

I move up and down, feeling his dick sliding in and out of me. Soon, I start to bounce faster and harder, my orgasm nearing.

Julian grips my neck and squeezes, forcing my head to rest on his shoulder. “Cum for me. Drench my cock. Show me how much of a bad girl you are.”

My pussy muscles grip his dick and finger, and I let myself go. An orgasm wrecks my body, unlike any orgasm I’ve had in my life. My body shakes, and I scream loudly.

Julian grunts behind me, his own orgasm taking over. His dick pulsates as his arm wraps around my waist, pushing me further onto his lap.

After our orgasm subsides, we stay there for a while. I can feel Julian’s breath on my neck as he tries to control his breathing.

“I want to see the mess we made,” he says. “Get on the piano and spread those legs.”

I slowly lift myself off his dick and stand. I can feel his sticky cum dripping from my pussy and down my thigh. I climb onto the hood of the piano and lie down on my back. Julian pulls my legs apart, his face so close to my pussy.

“Mmmm….” He hums. His hand trails up and down my slit. “So beautiful. Now, let’s get you cleaned up.”

He flattens his tongue and lays it on top of my entire pussy, holding it there and letting the warmth of his tongue envelope me. He licks up and down my slit like an ice cream cone.

My head falls to the side, and my flat gaze lands on Ramon standing at the entrance of the living room with his hard, throbbing cock in his hand and a look of feral desire in his eyes. He stands there wearing nothing but a pair of jeans which are open and hanging low on his hips. His eyes lock on mine, and a jolt of electricity surges through my pussy.

Julian laps at my pussy. He takes my clit in his mouth and sucks.

My eyes are on Ramon’s cock. His thumb gently caresses the head, tugging down to the base and slowly back up again. I watch his cock jerk as he strokes.

I lick my lips. Has he been watching us this whole time? The thought of my stepbrother watching us, oh shit, I’m so close again.

Ramon’s dick is fat, with a little curve to the left. His rhythm is brisk and steady as he strokes. His eyes remain locked on mine.

Julian kisses, licks, and sucks every inch of my heated, flooded pussy. He moans against my pussy, and the vibration of the sound runs up and down my body. I feel his warm tongue part my pussy lips, and I think I’m going to explode. Arching my back, I spread my legs wider for him—for both of them. My hand reaches down, and I fist Julian’s hair. He slowly licks up one side of my pussy before moving to the other side. With each lick, I can feel my body tense in anticipation.

I begin to whimper and beg, “Please.” My fingers grip his hair tighter as I push him into my pussy. “More…please.”

I feel Julian chuckle against my pussy.

Ramon’s mouth is slightly parted, and I can see the rise and fall of his chest.

“I…” I pant. “I’m so wet for you.” My eyes lock on Ramon’s as the words leave my lips.

He staggers back as he cums, completely caught off guard by the force of his orgasm. White ribbons of cum hit the floor and cover his fist. He manages to catch some of his cum in his palm. He drags his cum-slick hands up and down his chest, leaving a glistening trail over his tight abs.

My stomach tightens. It’s time for the crescendo. I moan and scream, my hips bucking against Julian’s mouth. The orgasm hit me hard. My clit feels like it’s about to explode. Fluid gushes out of my pussy.

“Oh, God. Fuck. Uhhhh.” I close my eyes and scream. I latch on to Julian’s hair as I cum harder than I’d ever come in my life, and Julian is there to catch every drop.

“You taste so fucking good,” Julian croons in my ear.

I finally manage to get myself cleaned up. Tonight was certainly unexpected. My pussy pulses at the thought of it. I can still feel Julian's warm tongue on my pussy. I can see Ramon’s thick cock caked with his cum.

I get in bed and grab my cell phone, seeing the red light blinking, alerting me of a new message. I open my message and read:

Ramon: When will it be my turn?

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