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by Leslie Schmidt.



"Hurry up, Donna, we don't want to be late to your first 
lesson," Margret called from down the hall.

"I'll be right there Mom!" came the little girl's response as 
she tied her shoe, then pulled the other on.

In the car, they made their way through the moderate 
Saturday afternoon traffic, it was just warm enough to need 
the air conditioning on, the sun intermittently disappeared 
behind white puffy clouds.

"Now don't worry about today, hon," Margret said, putting 
her hand on her nine-year-old's knee, "I'll be right there 
with you."

"Are you going to do it too?" the red headed child asked, 
squinting up at her mom.

"No, no, honey, I bought these lessons for you."

They parked in front of a regular looking house, small 
pickup in the driveway, the yard looked nice but the shrubs 
needed a little trimming and the sidewalks could also use 
some edging-but still a well kept house.  Donna held her 
mother's hand as they walked up to the door and rang.

Margret was expecting someone older, maybe older than 
her 35 years, she wasn't expecting a young fellow who 
might have just been barely out of college.  He was hansom 
though, a ridged face and moderate length dark hair, brown 
eyes.  He was just a little taller than her, maybe 5'8", and 
looked to be in good shape.

"Mrs. Murphy?" he asked.

"Hi, call me Margret," she said, holding out her hand.

"I'm Bill," his handshake was comfortable, not crushing, 
his hand warm, "and this must be Donna."  He looked 
down at the child with a warm smile.

"Hello, sir," she said in a small voice, suddenly shy.

"Call me Bill," he said, holding his hand out to her.

She looked up uncomfortably, the way children always do 
when a strange adult uses a personal tone and took his 
hand.  He squeezed it gently. 

"Come on in, folks," he said, opening the door wider for 
them, then following them into the plushly furnished 
livingroom. "Have a seat. Can I get you anything, ice tea, a 
coke?"

Margret and Donna sat down on the soft sofa. "Do you 
have diet?"

"Sure.  Do you want anything, Donna?  I have some orange 
juice and some punch."

"Can I have coke?" she asked, looking up at her mom.

"Diet or regular?"

"Regular," Margret said, "she doesn't like diet."

Bill turned and went into the dining room that could be 
seen through an archway, then disappeared into the kitchen.  
They heard a refrigerator door close and he reappeared with 
a red and a silver can.  He put them down on the coffee 
table then sat down in an easy chair to the side and picked 
up his coffee cup.

"So, Donna," he started, "how old are you?"

"Nine."

"And you're in, what, fourth grade?"

"Third."

"Oh, ok.  Do you like school?"

"It's ok," she said, nonchalantly.

"Do you play any sports?"

The child was embarrassed by the attention and looked up 
at her mother.

"Go ahead, dear, tell him about soccer."

For the next ten minutes they talked about her team where 
she played forward.  She told him all about the other girls 
and about the game two nights ago where she had scored 
twice.  Then they talked some about school and her older 
brother that lived with her step dad, not her real dad who 
was at work.

"Well, why don't we get started," Bill said during a lull in 
the conversation.  Donna suddenly looked nervous.

"Ok," Margret said.  "Now, this is the first of four lessons, 
right?"

"Yes."

"Will you actually do it today?"

"Usually that's best," Bill said.  "Otherwise the girls get 
more nervous instead of more relaxed for the follow-on 
lessons."

"Is that alright, honey?"  Margret looked down at her 
daughter.

"I guess so," she said in a small voice.

"Ok, how do we start?"  Margret asked.

Bill looked at the two of them.  "Well, I find it works best 
if the girl just gets undressed right away.  It's sort of an ice 
breaker to get that part over quickly."

"Ok, honey," her mom said gently, "just go ahead and get 
undressed."

In anticipation, Bill's dick was already firming in his pants.  
The child squirmed a little, beginning to stand up.

"Go ahead, honey," her mother said, "There's nothing to 
worry about."

Bill knew from experience that it was better for him to 
remain silent and let the girl's parents take the lead right 
now.  The nine-year-old slowly stood up and went around 
the coffee table, then looked at the two adults.

"Would it be better if I got undressed too?"  Margret asked; 
she was also beginning to feel some horniness coming over 
her.

"Usually not," Bill said.  It was important that things stay 
focused on the true client, a couple of times he had ended 
up fucking the mother and, only later, getting around to the 
girl.  He also had another appointment in three hours and 
knew he could get too drained.  "It works best if you're 
here for her though."

"Ok, honey, come on, get naked,"  she said in a laughing 
tone to her daughter.

Donna looked down, then gathered the hem of her shirt in 
her hands and pulled it up and over her head.  Her hair,  
dark red that reached the small of her back, fell down over 
her shoulders, covering her pale pink skin.  The child was 
skinny, a totally flat chest with the shadow of a spider web 
of blue veins under the translucent skin.  Her nipples were 
just slightly pinker bumps, almost invisible.  Her arms were 
thin and white.  She looked up shyly at the adults.

"Take your shoes and socks off now, dear," Margret urged.

Donna crouched down, a little thankful for the opportunity 
to cover herself as she untied her shoes but then she had to 
straighten up to slip them off.  She bent down again and 
pulled her socks free, again straightening up slowly, her 
face partially covered by her hair.  She brushed it back 
defiantly, shook her head and then undid the button at her 
waist, unzipped and pushed her pants down, again 
crouching.  When she straightened up again she kept her 
eyes down as she stepped out of them.  She folded her hands in 
front of her blue panties, again her hair covered her face.

Her legs were also long and thin, her knees a little knobby, 
her toenails were painted silver.  Her panties hung a little 
loosely on her straight hips.  Bills cock was beginning to 
strain uncomfortably against the denim of his jeans and he 
was feeling a little lightheaded as he took in the exquisite 
preteen.

"You're a beautiful girl," he said softly.  "Wonderful."

"Go ahead, honey," Margret said, almost whispered.

The child looked down, then hooked her thumbs through 
her panties and, bending, pulled them down and off.  When 
she straightened up her face was again lost in her hair.  Bill 
sucked in his breath.  He had done this hundreds of times 
but still, every time was like new.

Donna, now naked as the day she was born, made his heart 
pound in his throat, made his breathing hard.  She was a 
long and thin thing, pale skin, small shoulders and hips, her 
ribs making ridges down her sides, a small flat navel and 
long and thin pussy lips.

"Come here, child," he said as he patted his knee, "let me 
teach you how to kiss."

Donna walked over, leaving her clothes in a crumple on the 
floor and sat down on his left knee, keeping her legs firmly 
together and sliding her hands between her knees.  She 
looked up at him with a small nervous smile.  Bill reached 
out and ran his had up the nape of her neck, through her 
hair.

"First, I need to teach you how to kiss a boy," he said.  
"Have you ever kissed a boy?"

At this Donna giggled through her nervousness, "No."

"Well, I'll make sure that any boy you kiss will only want 
it more, ok?"

Donna nodded her head slightly, relaxing the smile on her 
lips.

Bill leaned forward as he pulled her to him and brushed her 
lips with his.  He pulled back and stared into her eyes, then 
kissed her with a little more gentle force.

"Grown-ups kiss with their tongues," he said.  "It's called 
French Kissing."

This time he pushed his tongue against her small lips, then 
found the end of her tiny tongue.  He pulled away, looking 
at her, then drew her toward him and she opened her mouth 
as their tongues slid around each other.  He brought his 
other hand up and along her side, sliding it up and down 
her ribs with enough pressure not to tickle her.

"Honey," Margret said as she watched her daughter, "put 
your arms around him."

Without breaking the kiss, she put one hand on the back of 
his neck and the other on his cheek.  (Her father often 
touched her cheeks when he kissed her good night.)

Margret watched as his hand moved down her daughter's 
side and over her hip, his fingertips curving around onto 
her ass cheek.  Now he moved his hand along her thigh as 
she started to breathe more deeply.  He pulled his hand up 
and across the nine-year-old's lap and over her right thigh, 
his fingertips gently asking her to move her knees apart.

She pulled back and looked at Bill, a little shock on her 
face, then she looked at her mother.

"Go ahead, honey. It's ok," she said.

Donna pulled Bill's face to hers and relaxed her thighs.  
Bill's fingers slid down and moved to caress her.  A new 
feeling, a bit of an itch, appeared low in Donna's stomach 
and she spread her thighs more for the man's fingers.

As he slid them along, opening her cunt lips, the itch she felt 
became a little stronger, a little more urgent, and she spread 
her legs more while leaned back as best as she could for 
him.

Bill's cock was screaming for release from his pants, 
pushing hard against the child's thigh.  She was really 
coming along, breathing hard now and rocking her hips to 
the probing of his hand.  Her thin pussy lips were soft and 
pliable along the edge of his finger.  Her thighs were warm 
and, as he moved his hand up and down, he felt the slight 
dampness that's the most little girls can achieve. 

Donna was now leaning back, he was supporting her with 
his hand behind her neck, and she was rocking her hips 
slightly.  Bill pulled his hand out from between her thighs 
and, sliding it under her knees, pulled her legs up so she 
was now laying across his lap.

Now, with her spread out, leaning back on the soft arm of 
his chair, he could look over her long thin physique.  Her 
neck, like the rest of her, was long, he could see her heart 
beating in the veins in her throat.  Thin, bony shoulders, 
translucent skin, her ribs rising and falling, a totally flat 
belly, a small rise to her cleft with her pink clit hood 
peaking out.  This time he could run his fingertip along the 
cleft and Donna responded by spreading her legs further.  
Her mons was soft, moving with his fingers, as he worked 
them between, moving her clit in a circle. The preteen 
shivered and caught her breath.

Bill explored deeper down between her legs, pushing his 
finger into the opening of her inner lips.  Here there was 
more dampness, almost slipperyness.  He pulled his hand 
back and wetted his finger in his mouth, tasting her cunt.  
Then his finger slid deeper inside, his entire first knuckle 
disappearing before he reached the resistance of her 
virgin's lamina.  It was time for the next move.

Looking up at the girl's mother he said, "Let me sit her 
next to you so I can go down on her."

Donna was surprised by the sudden change as Bill picked 
her up and carried her to the couch, next to her mother.  
She was now leaning back, her legs dangling over the side, 
her mother's arm around her.  Bill stood up and pulled off 
his shirt.

Margret felt a sudden rush of wetness at the sight of the 
young man's chest. He wasn't overly muscular but there 
was no fat on him either, ridges ran across his belly.  There 
was no hair on his chest but a thin line of dark curls traced 
up from his belt buckle to his navel.

Bill looked over the naked preteen, laying back, open to 
him, and almost spugged in his jeans.  "God, you're 
beautiful," he said as he knelt between her knees.  Looking 
at Margret; "I always make them cum before I enter them."

Donna was a little scared as Bill leaned down and put his 
mouth between her legs but the moment his tongue moved 
along her slit it was like a firecracker had gone off inside 
her.  Soon she had her knees drawn up and was holding his 
head as he pushed his tongue over her clit and small 
explosions kept popping in her belly.  She was panting and 
sweating, her skin was now a darker pink.

Bill kept up his oral assault for a good ten minutes and felt 
the nine-year-old shudder in climax at least four times 
before he looked up at her mother who had been holding 
her daughters knees and almost breathing with her as she 
watch her daughter cum.  Margret too was flushed and, if 
she had had a third hand, would have had its fingers deep 
inside herself.  As it was, she had thought that her husband 
was in real trouble when he got home.

Bill stood up, standing over to two panting females, and 
undid his pants.  His five inch cock sprang free, standing 
straight out from his carefully trimmed crotch, the head a 
swelling purplish-red.  Donna, in shock, looked up at her 
mother.

Margret smiled privately at the sight of Bills penis.  She 
couldn't help the slight feeling of disappointment at its 
modest size but, at the same time, knew that it was just 
right for her nine-year-old daughter.  There was a small 
drop of clear pre-cum oozing out of Bill's pee hole.

"Honey," she said to her child. "Men really like it if you 
suck on them, just a little."

Donna looked at her mother in total shock, then back at the 
phallus above her.

"Go ahead.  They don't bight."  At the same time Margret 
pushed her child forward.

Bill was in heaven.  Normally he would wait until the third 
lesson to introduce cock sucking to his clients, usually not 
blowing in their mouths until the fourth or, final, fifth 
lesson.  Only a handful of times had he had his cock sucked 
the first time.  But, he knew that he had to leave his jez 
somewhere else, so he clamped down hard on his jaw as the 
amazed nine-year-old gently sucked on the end of his cock.  
Still, it was too much and he had to pull away.

"Ok, honey.  You're wonderful and it's time."

With a knowing look at the child's mother, he again knelt 
between her legs.  Donna looked up with some fear, this 
time he didn't lean down but moved forward between her 
knees.

Bill picked up the small tube of K-Y that he had dropped 
out of his pocked earlier.  From where he was, Margret 
could see what he was doing but Donna couldn't.  She 
smiled with approval.

"Ok, honey," she said, "slide down further."  She pushed 
her daughter's hips down to the edge of the sofa, then 
reached across her and pulled her thighs up.

Donna gave a little whimper of fear as her mother spread 
her legs.  "Don't worry, honey, it only hurts for a moment."

Bill reached down and, with his thumbs, spread the child's 
smooth pussy lips apart as he positioned his cock at the 
opening of her vagina.  A small bit of panic ran through 
Donna when she felt the round head of his cock at the 
entrance to her womb.  Some unspoken communication 
passed between the two adults and then Bill leaned 
forward, pushing against her.

The head of his cock pushed the small lips apart and about 
half of the bulb nestled into the socket before he felt the 
child tense with pain.  He moved his hips back and forth 
slightly, letting her feel him at her gates while he gently 
rubbed her clit with the pad of his thumb.  Each time he 
pushed forward he would stop just as it began to hurt.

Bill was having trouble not spugging right there at the sight 
of his dick almost entering the nine-year-old.  Finely, after 
at least three minutes, he felt the little one relax, beginning 
to enjoy the feeling spreading up her abdomen. 

Again he looked at her mother, questioning, and she gave 
him the slightest nod.  On his next push he didn't stop but, 
his hands wrapping around her narrow hips, he pushed 
foreword.  Donna caught her breath, then whimpered, as his 
cock split her hymen and sunk inside her.  When Bill pulled 
back, her virgin blood stained his cock and ran down her 
ass.

He pushed again, sinking deeper into the nine-year-old, 
pushing as far in as he could.  Here he held still, waiting for 
the sting to pass.  Then he started to move in small strokes.  
They quickly built, soon Donna was humping up to meet 
Bill's thrusts and, as she threw her head back against her 
mother's shoulder, rocking with her own climax, she felt 
Bill filling her with his warm cum, shooting against her 
cervix, filling her immature womb with his sperm.

All three of them were panting.  Margret was amazed that 
she had had an orgasm along with her daughter and had not 
been touched.  Donna was almost delirious.

They held together like that for a minute, the only sound 
was the three of them panting.  Then Bill pulled back and 
his blood covered tool slid out of the child, a mixture of 
semen and blood oozing around the stretched and reddened 
opening.

They cleaned the third grader up with a warm wash cloth, 
being careful that she not see too much of her blood that 
stained the linen, her thighs, Bill's cock, and the sofa.  She 
walked a little uncomfortably to the car, Bill waving, the 
check in his pocket.

Then he turned to pull the slip covers off the couch and get 
them in the wash.  Another set was in the dryer, ready for 
his next customer-a fat blond fifth grader from just down 
the street.


