Eduardo had been teaching English as a Foreign Language (EFL) for six years - ever since he got his Advanced Teacher's Certificate two years after high school - but he had only recently started working at TechNSpeak language school in his hometown of Pachuca, Hidalgo, Mexico. He liked his new job, in that they didn't use text books (so students didn't have any homework to grade), there was little emphasis on grammar, and teachers were given a lot of flexibility and autonomy.

TechNSpeak owed its success not only to the quality of its teachers but also because of three unique features: its innovative program, the use of technology, and the fact that students could choose their own, variable, class hours. Students were expected to spend three hours per week on the computer and three hours per week in class with a teacher - but they could choose to attend any combination of days and hours (Monday through Friday, from 7 a.m. till 9 p.m. or Saturdays from 8:00 until 3:00.

The vast majority of TechNSpeak's students were young adults and teenagers, although there were also a number of working adults, and even retired people. There were a only handful of kids, and although there was a special Kids' Program, they invariably were a problem for Eduardo. Not that the children caused discipline problems, oh, no; but that they didn't have individual "follow-up" sheets as the adults did (meaning teachers had no idea what the children already knew and what they needed to learn), and the meager number of pupils meant that the children in a given "Kids' Class" could range in age from 6 to 12. Anyone who has ever worked with children knows that six and seven-year-olds have little in common with eleven and twelve-year-olds, and really don't belong in the same classroom.

With schools out for the summer, most children who study English at TechNSpeak do so during the week rather than on Saturdays. This particular morning, Eduardo had a class with only one child: pretty six-and-a-half -year-old Doria . Doria had straight black hair, dark eyes, and an ever-present but toothless smile.

Eduardo was familiar with the Communicative Language Approach, Learner-Centered Communication, and the much-maligned, outdated Audio-Lingual Method of teaching a foreign language, but he decided to use the Natural Approach with Doria. Using a popular first grade reading book from the U.S., Eduardo read the girl an article about different sports, and the two of them discussed the pictures. The little girl wasn't much impressed with the article, but she did enjoy the next story, entitled "The Big Game." This beautifully-illustrated legend tells how the game of lacrosse began as a means of settling a dispute between the birds (creatures with feathers) and the animals (creatures with teeth). (So as not to spoil the ending, I'll just mention that the bat emerged as the hero.)

Doria loved the story, but when Eduardo looked at his watch, only twenty minutes had passed. He had another half-hour to kill, so he took out a Little Richard/Walt Disney CD and taught Doria "The Hokey Pokey."

"You put your right hand in, you put your right hand out..." sang Little Richard.

This called for the technique known as "Total Physical Response," or "TPR." "You put your right hand in, you put your right hand out..." sang Eduardo, demonstrating what he meant. Doria imitated Eduardo's moves as if she were watching in a mirror.

"You put your right leg in, you put your right leg out..." crooned Little Richard; Eduardo and Doria followed along.

"You put your head in, you put your head out," sang Little Richard, "you put your head in and you shake it all about. You do the Hokey Pokey and turn yourself around...

"You put your butt in, you put your butt out," sang Little Richard, "you put your butt in and you shake it all about. You do the Hokey Pokey and turn yourself around; that's what it's all about."

Little Doria hadn't said a word since she entered the classroom, but she laughed hilariously at Eduardo's antics. When Little Richard got his final piano licks in, Eduardo turned off the CD player and they sat down. "Wow, you're a good dancer, but let's go over those things again," he said to Doria. Grabbing her right arm, he added, "When I say, 'Put your right hand in,' you're supposed to use this one."

He did the same for the left hand and then with each leg, rubbing his hand along the length of her thigh and slightly under her skirt. He touched her head and looked out the window of his classroom.

It was customary to keep the doors of the classrooms closed so as not to be disturbed by noise coming from another classroom. There were large, uncurtained windows, but Eduardo's classroom was on the third floor at the end of the hallway, so no one could see from outside the building, and there was hardly any chance that someone might see them from the hall. He told Doria to stand up, and when she did, he slipped both hands under her skirt and on her ass. "Put your butt in, and shake it all about," he sang, twisting (but not shouting).

Doria laughed, and Eduardo continued with his Total Physical lesson. "Now, we have to learn the other parts of the body," he said in English, touching the girl's shoulders, her knees, and then her ears. He pointed out her eyes and cheeks, and he gave her nose a tweak before gently placing his finger on her lips.

"Do you know what you're supposed to do with these?" he asked. "You're supposed to kiss your teacher."

It seemed fairly clear that the child didn't understand what he had just said, so Eduardo repeated the question in Spanish. He moved his cheek close to her, and she kissed him.

"Now it's my turn," he said, and kissed her back - first on the cheek, but then on the lips.

Doria hardly reacted; Eduardo said, "Again" in both English and Spanish. This time the girl kissed him back.

He moved his hand to her mouth a second time and slightly parted her lips. "This time, open your mouth and use your tongue," he directed. "Kiss me again."

It took perseverance on Eduardo's part, but soon Doria had learned how to kiss. Between kisses, Eduardo kept up his chatter. "This is the calf of your leg, and this is your knee. Now I'm touching your thigh."

Eduardo pulled Doria's skirt up; she was wearing white, cotton panties. He pulled the gusset to one side and told her, "This little slit is your pussy. I'll bet I can make you purr."

He ran his index finger on Doria's vagina and said, "Meow."

She smiled and pointed to Eduardo's bulging crotch. "Do you want to see my penis? Is that what you want, Doria?" He took her hand and rubbed against the bulge. "Say it. Say, 'Dick.' "

"Dick."

It was the first thing she had said other than her name. "That's good, Doria. Now say, 'I see dick.' "

"I see dick," she parroted.

He pointed to Doria's eyes and then his cock. "Do you want to see Teacher's dick?"

She nodded her head. Eduardo said, "Say it again: 'I see Teacher's dick, please.' "

"Quiero ver la dick de Teacher, por favor," the girl responded in Spanish.

The hell with forcing her to speak English, he thought. Eduardo lowered his zipper and whipped out his cock. He took the girl's hand and together they stroked it. "Kiss it," ordered Eduardo.

The girl did not respond, so he kissed her on both cheeks. "Kiss," he said. "Now, kiss Teacher's dick."

Doria caught on right away, and she kissed him several times along the length of his shaft. When she kissed the head of his dick, he pushed her head so she would suck it, but she forced her head back.

"Suck it," Eduardo said, tempted to say it in Spanish. Instead, he stuck his thumb into his mouth and sucked hard. "Suck Teacher's dick."

The girl smiled her toothless smile, grabbed Eduardo's cock with both hands, and wrapped her lips around it. She took in only the head, only the first half inch or so, and Eduardo's attempts to get her to use her tongue or to take more of his dick into her mouth were fruitless, but she sucked hard and steadily. It was an odd sensation, but Eduardo knew he was near climax.

"Doria, honey," he said in Spanish. "You're making Teacher very happy, and I want you to keep doing that. In a few seconds some white stuff is going to shoot out; don't be afraid. It isn't pee. I want you to try to swallow it; it tastes funny, but it's very good for you."

Eduardo came hard in little Doria's mouth; the girl did her best to swallow his cum, but she couldn't swallow all of it; some of it dripped down her chin. Eduardo smiled at the girl and patted her on the head; pulled up his zipper before he grabbed a tissue and wiped little Doria clean. "Would you like some soda?" he asked in Spanish. "I'll buy you a soda, but you have to promise not to tell anyone about us. Your mom might be upset that we're talking in Spanish during English class."

Doria smiled and said, "Meow."