William James: Child Sex Therapist--Client too Young Part 1

by Leslie Schmidt

"I normally don't work with girls younger than eight," Bill said just after he had sat down, delivering the glass of ice tea to the woman.

"I know that," the stocky 40-something woman said, "it's just that-well-we were hoping you'd make an exception in this case."

Bill looked down at the blonde five-year-old that was playing with a doll in the middle of the floor. She had settled in quickly, trying to attract Bill's old cat to meet 'Danielle" (the doll).

"Well, you can't really have intercourse with a five-year-old, you'd injure...."

"Oh, that's not what we want," Judy interrupted, "we want her to know about men, but...I know she's too small."

Obviously something more was going on here. "The rules of the certifying agency limit the youngest girls to eight, and then they have to weigh over 60 pounds."

"Well, ok, let me tell you why we need your help. You see, Joe, that's my husband, is up for a promotion, the corporate offices in Phili, well, the director there is retiring. Joe's 52 and this really is his last chance to break into upper management. Now the CEO has certain likes...."

"And you want Taylor to maybe, get your husband noticed."

"Well,...yes,....I guess that's it in a nutshell." She paused and watched her daughter play. "Carl, that's the CEO...he has a reputation for liking little ones and we want to invite him over for dinner next week."

"Don't you have any older children?"

"Oh, yes, my other daughter is at State. She's older than he likes."

Bill looked at the woman, then at the little girl. "My usual charge is $125 a session. They last anywhere from one hour to three and...."

"Oh, I'll pay your regular fee, even though you won't be providing the full service," Judy interrupted.

"It will probably take four of five sessions to make her fully comfortable."

"Ok, but we only have about a week and a half."

"Then I guess we'd better get started." He looked at the child, "Taylor, come here."

The little one got up and padded over to stand in front of Bill, looking at him shyly.

"Well, let's see what we have here," He reached down and pulled the loose cotton shift the child was wearing over her head. She was surprised by him and looked uncertainly at her mother then at the strange man who had just mostly undressed her.

"Well, you're a pretty little one," Bill said as he inspected the five- year-old. She was only three and a half feet tall and weighed maybe 35 pounds. She had straight blonde hair that was cut short, her bangs were rounded across her forehead, just touching the end of her eyebrows, then continued in a curve that framed her brown eyes. In the back, her hair just reached the nape of her neck. Her skin was very light where it had been covered by her one-piece bathing suit, but her arms, legs and neck were slightly tanned. Through the translucent skin on her chest a ghostly web of small blue veins just barely showed through, slight shadows. Her nipples were slightly pink bumps, her navel an oval indentation on her flat belly.

"You are such a sweet heart!" Bill said, looking over the child. Then, looking at her mother, "Beautiful little girl, I envy your husband's boss."

"Well, if you'll agree, you'll probably spend a lot more time with her than he will," she replied.

Next he took the outsides of the leg holes to her sky blue panties and gently pulled them down, pulling in his breath as he worked them over her knees, then dropped them around her ankles. Again the child looked questioningly at her mother.

"It's alright dear," she said, "Mr. James is here to teach you how to make people happy."

Bill took in the sight of the little one's soft pussy lips, her slit less than an inch long before it disappeared between her thighs, small wrinkles on either side of them, a little dimple at the top. His cock had jumped when he pulled her shift off, now it strained against his zipper and a dull ache started behind his nuts.

"Do you want to know how to make men real happy with you?" he asked the girl.

"O....k....?" she answered.

"Ok," he paused. "Tell me, do you like to kiss your mommy and daddy?"

"Yeah."

"You like it when they cuddle and kiss you?"

"Uh-hu."

"Can I cuddle and kiss you?"

Again she looked at her mother. "Go ahead, honey, you know how much you like to snuggle."

The little one climbed into Bill's lap and he put his arm gently around her waist. "So, what does your husband do?" he asked.

The adults carried on a conversation for the next five minutes, making small talk as the little girl relaxed and got used to the feeling of closeness with the strange man. As time went on, he pulled her closer against him, wrapping both arms around her little frame, caressing her upper arm and then her thigh.

Bill reached over and pulled a remote control off the end table, pointed it at the TV and the set came to life. The screen filled with a show from 'Sesame Street," the one where Guy Smiley teaches Prairie Dawn and Farley about 'Safe Sex.'

The naked five year old was totally engrossed in the show and really didn't seem to notice when Bill pulled his shirt off over his head. She continued watching as he turned her and leaned her back against his chest, now positioning her on his lap so her legs were spread on either side of his thighs. As Guy Smiley explained that the use of condoms was necessary for safe sex, and Prairie Dawn slid the sheath over Farley's cock (after one or two cursory kisses of his bright blue bulb), Bill ran his fingers down Taylor's torso and between her thighs.

The child stiffened and looked up at her mother when she felt his finger running along her slit, she pushed her knees together.

"It's alright, honey, Mr. James isn't going to hurt you," Judy said to her little one. "Relax and let him touch you, he'll make you feel real good."

Now Taylor looked up at Bill, a little afraid. "Spread your legs some, honey, I won't hurt you," he looked at the TV. "See, Prairie Dawn likes it."

On the TV, Farley was going down on Prairie Dawn, she had her knees in the air as Farley lapped at her lavender crotch, her blue and yellow dress thrown up over her chest. Guy Smiley was explaining how oral sex is usually safe and that also Prairie had no chance of getting pregnant as long as they only had genital-oral sex.

Just as Farley was pushing his tongue between Prairie's furry pussy lips, Bill pushed his finger into Taylor's tiny cunt. Both Prairie and Taylor gave a little gasp at the same time, pulling their knees up, then they both relaxed as new sensations built.

Bill nuzzled Taylor's hair as he felt her baby cunt begin to sweat some wetness and the little girl responded by putting her hand on his cheek and slightly arching her back, then pushing her sex foreword to meet his probe. Now Farley and Prairie were fucking, Prairie on her back on a table, her ankles locked behind Farley's head as Taylor's first orgasm rippled across her thighs and stomach.

"Here," Bill said, "let's sit you next to your mom."

He picked the panting preschooler up and set her on the sofa next to Judy, then pulled his own pants down and off, his cock springing free. Now, with Judy holding her daughter's knees up near her shoulders, Bill licked and sucked the clean snatch, massaging her spring pea sized clit with the end of his tongue, then sucking on her entire mons while probing her sex with his tongue.

Taylor was bent over, looking down with wonder at the strange man as he licked and sucked her 'little girl parts.' Her eyes began to glaze over and she looked into the air above him as her second cum built-panting and letting her legs fall outwards, making her pussy more accessible. Again she arched her back and made a squeaking sound deep in her throat, digging her head into her mother's shoulder, as she was rocked. She had a long rolling cum, a rush of slickness wetting Bill's tongue, then finally relaxed.

Bill was also panting, his cock straining and bouncing, begging for release. Still, his professionalism remained and, even in his own enraged state, he could see that the little girl had had enough, any more contact would be too much, possibly even painful.

Taylor had collapsed against her mother, panting, her skin shiny with a sheen of sweat, her tiny pussy red and engorged with blood.

"I think she's had enough for now," Bill said, looking a Judy.

"Oh, but you haven't...."

"It's Ok, part of the job," Bill replied to her gesture toward his cock.

Bill was sitting back on his haunches, his tool sticking up at a 45 degree angle. He was also panting but turned to look at the TV, reaching for the remote at the same time. He didn't see Judy slide off the couch and he jumped when he felt her wrapping her hand around his dick.

"Oh!" he grunted and looked down in surprise at the back of her head as she clamped her lips around him and sucked him into the back of her mouth. The surprise of the sudden soft wetness, along with the expertise of the older woman's technique, overwhelmed Bill and, within 20 seconds he started spewing his sperm into her mouth.

Judy grunted when the first rush of semen filled her mouth. Sooner than she had expected, she wasn't ready and as she tried to swallow his load, some of his goo squirted out around her lips. Just as she had managed to swallow her first mouthful, it was replaced with another, warm slime filled her and she desperately tried to handle the flood of cum. Finally, after 5 or 6 shots of cum, Bill settled back onto his hunches and relaxed.

"Oh, God...you shouldn't have...."

Judy looked up at him, her mouth and chin covered with his goo. "I couldn't leave you like that," she said, They both looked at Taylor who had an amazed expression, not really knowing what she had just seen her mother and a strange man do.

"See honey. That's how you really make a man happy," Judy said to her daughter as she wiped his cum off her chin with her sleeve. "Tomorrow, Mr. Bill will show you just how to do that."

Judy carried the still naked child out to her car after giving Bill a check. "We'll be back at 10 tomorrow morning, right?" she called as she put five year old down and unlocked the door.

Bill, now dressed only in a pair of gym shorts, stood at the front door of the house and admired the child's ass as she climbed into her safety seat. "That's fine, I have my 10 appointment reserved for the rest of the week."

"Bye bye," Taylor called as she buckled her own harness over her. Judy closed the door and headed to the other side of the car. Taylor waved as they started down the street.