The school where I teach does not offer many benefits, but there is one I decided to take advantage of. I teach English as a Foreign Language in Toluca, Mexico; in addition to English, the school offers classes in German, French, Mandarin, Japanese, Italian, and Portuguese. We teachers can study any of these languages for free, so I decided to study French.

Including myself, there are a dozen English teachers at our school; we offer classes for every level, from beginner to advanced, including three different levels for children. The same cannot be said for the other languages - there is only one part-time teacher for each language, except that two part-timers share responsibility for French classes. If any kids want to take these subjects, they are automatically included in the same groups as the adults.

Another characteristic of this school is that students can enter classes at any time; learning is not completely linear. Invariably some of the students in any given group will be more advanced than others; it does not really matter since the emphasis is on speaking, and classes are customized according to individual needs.

One afternoon I was sitting in the classroom waiting for David, our instructor, to show up. The only other pupil in the room was a girl whom I had just recently met.

« Bon soir, mademoiselle, » I said to the girl.

« Bon soir, monsieur, » she replied.

« Comment vous appelez-vous? »

« Je m'appelle Daria, » she answered. « Et-tu? »

« Moi, je suis Michel, » I said. "Quelle âge as-tu? »

« J'ai neuf ans, » she declared.

Daria; nine years old. She's a cute kid - not really pretty, flat-chested, but with a nice bubble-butt. Cute.

The school receptionist came into the class. "Teacher David just called-he has a problem and is going to arrive late," she said. "In fact, he's not going to get here for at least an hour, so your class has to be suspended. You can stay and wait for the next hour, or you can go." Then she turned around, closing the door behind her.

"Well, David is going to be late," I commented to Daria. "But, you know, we don't really have to have David to practice French; we can just practice speaking French to one another. I have to teach an English class in an hour, so I have to stay anyway, and I imagine you can't go home until your parents pick you up. Why don't we practice a little in the meantime? I'm not real good with the numbers... can you count to one hundred?"

Together we counted off the numbers and then we reviewed the colors: blanc, noir, rouge, vert, jaune. Then I suggested we go over some of the dialogs we had seen in the last class.

« Bon soir, mademoiselle, » I said. « Qu'est-ce que voulez-vous boire? »

« Je veux l'eau, » Daria answered.

« Plus bien, et à manger ? »

« Je veux poisson. »

"Do you understand what we just said?" I asked.

"Yeah; we were in a restaurant, and you asked me what I wanted to drink," she replied. "I said I wanted water, and then I said I wanted to eat some fish. I get it! If I wanted to say, 'What would you like to buy?' I would say, 'Qu'est-ce que voulez-vous acheter ?'"

"That's right," I agreed.

"And 'Would you like to go to the cinema?' is 'Est-ce-que voulez-vous aller à cinéma?'"

"Oui, Mademoiselle."

"Est-ce-que voulez-vous écrire un lettre ? » the girl asked.

« Non, merci, » I replied.

« Oh... est-ce-que voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir ? »

Did she realize what she had just asked? Did I want to sleep with her? How to answer such a question? I decided to go for it. I grabbed her hand and looked her directly in the eye. « Oui... plus. »

Daria blushed and said, "Didn't I just ask you if you wanted to go to bed with me? And didn't you say yes?"

I didn't answer; I was not sure where this would go, and did not wish to commit myself.

"But that means... that means you... we will have sex!" she exclaimed. "I can't have sex! I'm only nine!"

"Then you didn't really mean it when you asked me to go to the movies, or to write a letter, did you?" I stated.

"Well, the letter, no," she said. "But it would be fun to go to the movies together, especially if we could find one in French."

"Yeah, that would be fun," I agreed, while thinking NOT.

"You didn't think I was really asking you to have sex, did you?"

"Would it be so bad if I did?" I asked, laughing.

"They say that bad men want to have sex with kids like me so they can hurt them," she insisted.

"Is that what you think I am? A bad man?" I asked. "Why would I want to hurt you?"

"No... would you promise not to hurt me?"

"Of course I don't want to hurt you!" I exclaimed. "How about you... if we do something, would you promise not to tell anybody? Not the teacher, not your mother, not even your best friend?"

She acceded, and I suggested we kiss. Daria had no objection to kissing, although she seemed rather surprised when I not only planted my lips firmly on hers but also left them there for a full minute. We came up for air and did it again.

"Do you like that?" I asked. "Do you want me to show you how French people kiss?"

"David already told me... they kiss on the cheeks two times, like this," she answered, giving me two quick pecks.

"Well, that's how they greet friends or classmates," I agreed, "but when a boy kisses his girlfriend, they open their mouths and use their tongues. Do you want to try that?"

« Certainement, » she replied in French.

I closed my eyes and we kissed; as we did so I took her hand and moved it to my crotch. "Do you know what that is?" I asked.

"I think it's your penis," she said.

"That's right; do you know why it's so hard?"

"My mom said that a man's penis gets hard so he can put it into a woman's vagina," Daria replied, "but... but I don't think I want you to put yours into my vagina."

"That's okay, but aren't you curious? Don't you want to see what it looks like?"

"Well, okay, but that's all," the girl replied. "Just looking."

I stood up and let my pants fall to the floor. "Wow! I didn't know they were so big. No, I'm only nine, and I'm sure that you would hurt me if you tried to put it into me," Daria said, wide-eyed in astonishment. Then she laughed. "And you're really hairy! I don't have any hair on my vagina at all."

"It'll grow in a few years," I replied, trying to imagine how she must look. "You can touch it, if you like."

Daria's fingers sent a thrill throughout my body. "You can probably get a better look if you kneel down," I suggested. "Go ahead; check it out."

What a sweetie! Daria knelt on her haunches and took my prick in her hand. She ran her silken fingers up and down its length, and then to my surprised she kissed it - not once or even twice, but twice times: first she kissed the shaft and then she kissed the slit on the head. "God, that feels good, Daria," I said. "Why don't you try sucking on it?"

"You mean, in my mouth?" she asked. "I don't want you to pee in my mouth!"

"No peeing, I promise," I declared. "When a man gets hard like this, he cannot pee. Instead, he shoots a white fluid out, and this is a very special fluid. Try it! I won't hurt you, and if you don't like it, you won't have to do it again."

Without further protest, the girl took my dick into her mouth. I explained that she could use her tongue and swirl it around my cock, or she could bob up and down as if she were eating a lollipop or a Popsicle. She caught on quickly, and in a few minutes I felt the tightening that indicates that a cum is imminent.

"Daria, you're doing that exactly right, and I'm going to cum in a few seconds. Try to swallow it all, even if you don't like the taste very much."

That said, I allowed myself to let go, and I shot a huge load of spunk into her mouth. The child gagged and swallowed only a small part of it, but I assured her she had done me a real favor, and that she should not feel guilty at all.

"What is that stuff?" Daria asked as I took out a tissue to clean her face.

"It's called 'cum,' and it's a special liquid that carries the tiny seeds used for making babies," I told her.

Her face suddenly turned a kind of sickly green, and she repeated, "A baby!"

"Take it easy, Daria," I said. "You don't have to worry about getting pregnant. In the first place, you're too young, and in the second place that isn't how it's done." I then proceeded to give her a crash course in sex education, which seemed to satisfy her.

Just then, the door opened and in walked in Teacher David. « Ça va bien ? » he asked. He apologized for his tardiness and promised to make it up in the next class. Daria and I left, both with huge grins on our faces.

END