CHAPTER 1
"Well Crystal, that's not bad, but you are playing a bit to soft. Play it more like a soldier ta ta ta!" She giggles at my production, but she is not laughing at me, I know that. She is a kind and good pupil and she has a good musical feeling. I begin playing on her thigh: "Look, like this!" I play the first notes on the bare part of her leg. She tries to reproduce it on the piano and does it very well. "Fine", I nod to the beep of my alarm clock. I tell her, that for today the lesson is finished. "See you next week!"

"Oh please Mr. Hardy, please! I would like to stay a bit longer!" "But your mom is waiting for you, Crystal!"

Two big eyes, blue and shining like real gems are filling with tears of disappointment. "Oh please, I would really like to go on and, maybe, to play four hands with you and mom doesn't complain, she..." the tears burst out "she is happy, when I'm not at home!" The beautiful ten years old girl sits at the piano, sadly sobbing. I ask her about her dad but her mother is divorced and her dad lives far away.

"Okay, I'll phone her to ask -today you are my last pupil, we could go on a bit!" She jumps up, embraces me and plants a big wet kiss on my lips. If she only knew, what she is doing! I have an enormous erection to hide when I go to the other room for the phone call. I lick my lips to taste her saliva.

Ten years old Crystal was fairly tall for her age but her body showed only faint traces of development: Two walnuts pressing against a tight Tshirt and a cute little pair of firm buttocks, filling out her biker shorts, which were at least one number to small and showed exactly the elastics of her panty and every sexy body line... The little girl had an angelic face, framed by shoulder-length curly hair, a real redhead, fair blue eyes, a delicately freckled snub nose and a well shaped mouth and chin. This young girl was the unique mixture between Barbie and a tomboy -a dream for every pedophile.

-I am a pedophile and her piano teacher. She came here a few months ago since her old teacher, an elderly lady, could not handle her temper anymore. She is a good student, sometimes a sulky child, but mostly kind and interested and at the end of almost every lesson she wants to stay a bit longer.

Five to ten minutes were the maximum I allowed until now, but her begging today and my arousal is stronger than ever...

"Keep her as long as you tolerate her, Mr. Hardy, I am enjoying every second when she is away, she is such a pest around here! I will pay you the double, if you can keep her until six o clock!"

Two more hours with this little angel; but what a terrible mother!

I come back looking into her questioning eyes and nod: "It's okay, you can stay two more hours!" With a shout of joy Crystal leaps up into my arms clinging on me with arms and legs, pressing her warm body against mine and covering my face with her wet kisses. I carry her to the sofa and sit down with this sweet weight in my lap.

I ask her: "Do you really want to play the piano? Or would you sit here and talk? You want something to drink?" She shakes her head: "Oh, I'm fine just sitting here with you!" Another wet kiss on my lips. I lick it off. Crystal looks amazed, then she tries another kiss, I lick it away, three or four times. "What are you doing, Mr Hardy?" she wants to know. I say that I wanted to taste her (you see the hidden meaning?). "You wanna taste my spit?" she asks unbelievingly, and when I nod she exclaims blushing: "Oh, that's gross!" "No, my love," I try to explain, "if you like a person, you like everything - well, almost everything, I hate shit!" She giggles blushing, thinks it over and then she asks smiling: "You really like me?" I nod. "But you won't take that!" She shows a big portion of spit on her tongue. "You bet?" I ask and open my mouth. The ten years old girl bends over and lets a thick glob of her slimy saliva drop into my mouth. This situation is so erotic, I almost come in this instant. She observes my savouring exactly and when I swallow, she says resolutely: "Now I'll try!" Where am I going? I want to hold her back but she says: "You told me, if I like a person I like everything and I want to try, cause... I love you." She blushes even more.

Tears of emotion filled my eyes when I kissed the full lips of this ten years old girl. Hesitantly she licked her lips and invited me to continue. This time when she licked her lips I pressed my open mouth against hers and sent my tongue out to meet hers. Only a second of surprise and then she accepted her first French kiss. It was hard keeping control! Exploring this angels velvety mouth, playing with her unexperienced tongue, which became bolder and bolder, was sheer pleasure. She closed her eyes and our breathing became wilder and wilder, and her arms around my neck wouldn't let me go. I caressed her head, her sides and her back. Our tongues were dancing lambada and time dissolved, when suddenly the doorbell rang.......(cont)