Morning Lesson

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.