Suddenly I felt hot all over, I began to panic, I knew what we were doing was probably wrong, or in fact, what Mr Taylor was doing was probably wrong.
"Just relax little one, let it all happen...go on Millie...let it happen." Mr Taylor's voice was soft and quiet, and incredibly his wife was in the next room.
The orgasm came with a rush, as his fingers continued to massage my clit. I was trying to stifle my gasps, but I was thinking that surely his wife must be able to hear.
As Mr Taylor took his hand from between my legs, I could see my pussy juices glistening on his fingers, and the sexual aroma seemed to permeate the music room.
I felt wet between my legs, the crotch of my panties was stuck to one side, so I tried to adjust them back into place.
"That's better isn't it Millie, was it a nice feeling?"
I didn't know how to reply. I just seemed to sigh, and Mr Taylor stood up from where he had been sitting beside me on the piano stool.
"C'mon, now let's go and have a cup of tea with Margaret, and no one will know about that little packet I found."
Still feeling flushed, obediently I followed him out of the music room, and into the lounge. It seemed that Margaret had the tea ready, oblivious to what had just happened in the next room.
"Did the lesson go well Millie? I heard some wonderful playing?"
I must have gone even redder, as I struggled to answer, realising that I was being complicit with what had just happened.
"Yes, I think I'm ready for music college, I'm feeling a lot more confident."
"Well I hope you'll feel free to come here and practise over the summer, even if I'm out at work. Just phone to see if Malcolm's at home.
She didn’t know about her husband's hold over me, but that was the first time it happened with Mr Taylor.
I was a raw, slightly innocent, seventeen-year-old virgin, and I'd been having piano lessons for nearly two years with Mr Taylor, and partly through his tuition, I'd gained a place doing music at uni that October.
If you saw me in the street you would see a rather diminutive girl, five foot nothing, with small breasts, but sparkling blue eyes, a fresh complexion, and short blonde hair.
I wasn't a total innocent, but when, during a lesson with him, a sachet of cocaine dropped out of my tiny shoulder bag, he had the necessary lever to persuade me to do things I would never have normally done.
Drugs hadn't played a massive part in my life, but it just so happened that I was keeping the sachet for my friend Caitlin, for a party we were going to the following weekend.
"Is this what I think it is Millie?" Mr Taylor held it up in front of me.
"You know this could get you into plenty of trouble! With your parents, and with the police! In fact, it could stop you going to uni Millie!"
I felt complete dread washing over me.
"Please, it's not mine Mr Taylor, I'm just keeping it for a friend."
Mr Taylor looked at me, and I realised how pathetic that sounded.
Carefully he placed his hand on my thigh and squeezed gently.
"Well we'll have to see how this works out, I'm keeping it for the time being, you'll just have to make some excuse to your friend! Now get off home, and I'll see you in a week's time."
I made my way home and immediately phoned Caitlin to tell her.
"Oh fuck it," was her first reaction, "I'd promised Eddy he could have some, but don't worry, he'll just have to go elsewhere. Do you think this music teacher guy will be ok about it?"
"I'm not sure," I replied, "I really hope he won't let my parents know."
And that's how my next lesson worked out, his fingers found my pussy, and I felt I just had to let him.
When I arrived for the following week's lesson, Mr Taylor had such a broad smile on his face. Mrs Taylor greeted me as well, and I thought how if she'd known about her husband, she wouldn't be quite so happy.
"Ok let's get on," said Mr Taylor and led the way to the music room where the grand piano was crammed into the very tiny room.
As usual, he sat beside me on the long stool, and at first, everything was normal, we played the pieces he had given me to practise, and then, as he did sometimes, he put on some classical music to listen to, as an example of wonderful piano playing.
Barely a minute into the piece he put his hand on my thigh like before. My body went stiff as he whispered, "Now for our little agreement Millie."
Gently he took my hand and placed it on his crotch. I froze immediately, and my heart began pumping, I could feel the shape of his cock, and it was growing bigger, and harder.
"Don't forget what could happen if your parents find out."
So many things were racing through my mind, the consequences of my parents finding out, how they would be heartbroken, and then Mr Taylor added the telling punch.
"My brother is a police sergeant, I'm sure he would like to know about it too!"
All I could reply in a downcast voice was, "Oh god, please don't tell him, Mr Taylor."
Smiling, he removed my hand and unzipped his fly. Quickly he flipped his cock out through the opening, and he was taking my hand once again, placing my fingers around it. It seemed very large. I'd played with a couple of boys' cocks before, just messing around as a dare, but this was much bigger than both of theirs.
I began to feel hot all over once again.
My fingers were clasped around it gently, and I could feel it stiffen even more. There was a tiny droplet of clear liquid oozing from the opening, and I naively wondered if it was piss, but it seemed clear, and slightly oily.
"Rub it," Mr Taylor instructed, "Up and down."
I slid my fingers upwards, and felt the soft skin stretched over the hard core. Mr Taylor gasped softly, and I moved my grip to the end of it.
"Now kneel down...in front of me."
Mr Taylor's voice had changed, and sounded more hurried, and determined.
"Are you sure, your wife’s next door?” I whispered, because I knew what he wanted me to do. I knew girls who'd done this, and who liked doing it, but I wasn't sure.
"Yes hurry, get down!"
Trembling slightly, I had to duck under the keyboard without banging my head, and kneeling between his knees, my head was inches from his erection.
He took my head with his hands, and pushed my mouth towards his cock. It was tempting to try to change his mind, although I did wonder that if I made a fuss, Mrs Taylor might come running.
The taste was different, not unpleasant, but everything close to my face emanated heat. I found my head being pushed down, and his cock went deep into my mouth. Fortunately, he didn't force me all the way, so I didn't gag, but eventually he was able to remove his hands, and I resigned myself to the task.
I could hear Mr Taylor breathing faster, and I was beginning to wonder what would happen when he came. I really wasn’t sure about a mouthful of semen.
However, I went on, and I began to taste a different taste. Mr Taylor groaned, and just as I felt his cock almost swelling in my mouth his hands clamped back on my head, holding it down on his cock.
The sensation of his cock jerking in my mouth, and his spunk ejaculating, was unique, and slightly thrilling, but I didn't want to swallow it, and it began to pour from the sides of my mouth and down my chin. I caught most of it in my fingers, but couldn't avoid swallowing some of it.
Mr Taylor was still breathing heavily when I lifted my head. I was trapped on my knees under the keyboard, with both my hands spilling spunk onto the floor.
Quickly Mr Taylor pushed the stool backward, passing me a tissue, and standing up zipping his fly.
Helping me to my feet he quietly asked, "Was that your first time...doing that?"