Free Service

By Leslie Schmidt

Monica put her coffee cup down on the table. "Bill, do you think Addie's too young to start learning, you know, what you do?"

He looked over a the toddler who was sitting in the middle of a collection of random toys. "Well, it's really never too soon for someone to learn but, at this point, she should be just observing her environment, seeing what other people do and where she fits in."

"Yeah, I know," Monica said, "but, she doesn't have any men in her life. She's not like most kids who have two parents..."

"Many kids are like that," Bill said, "a lot, maybe half, of my clients are from single mom homes. No father to teach them, or coach them with a friend-that's what's best."

There was a disappointed look on her face.

"How old is she?" Bill asked.

"She'll be three in October."

Bill looked out the window and admired a couple of fourteen year olds walking by in short-shorts and tank tops. He wondered if they had seen one of his fellow therapists a few years earlier.

"So in four or five years I should bring her to you?" Monica broke his chain of thought as he tried to imagine them as flat-chested preteens.

"That's recommended, or one of my colleagues."

"I'd only want it to be you, Bill," she said.

"Well thank you, I appreciate that," he responded with genuine feeling. "I'll look forward to it."

Monica looked directly at her cross-street neighbor. They had met at a Housing Association meeting and, over the past few weeks, had become casual friends. Her expression was a little uncomfortable.

"Actually Bill, I'd like to ask you if you'd start teaching her now. My dad did when I was about her age. Had a friend of his from work, Mr. Addison, take me into my bedroom a few times and, I think the experience was good for me."

Bill wasn't sure how to respond. He looked at Monica, thinking. "She's way too young," he began. "According to the professional standards, she has to be at least eight."

"Oh, I can't ask for that. Frankly, I couldn't afford to pay you," the words came tumbling out. "This wouldn't be a professional service. I'm just asking you for a favor...as a friend. I started at her age and, well, I think that's best. I never had any anxiety or anything. I know a lot of the girls who come to you are really scared...anticipation and all...a big 'growing up' thing. I didn't have that because I'd always knew it, knew there wasn't anything to be afraid of..."

Bill looked back at the girl. She, for a moment looked up, the sun was shining through the window in her face. She smiled when she saw her mother and the strange man smiling at her, then went back to primping her dolls hair. She paused when she saw her pacifier and picked it up. She put it in her mouth, then went back to the doll.

He looked at his watch. His afternoon session had cancelled...a bit of a disappointment that that the plumb little fifth grader had the flu. He'd popped her cherry the session before, a week ago, and had been looking forward to seeing her eyes grow big when he filled her mouth. In the three years since he'd started his own business he'd only had a handful of African-American clients. Few enough that they were still something a bit new-different to see his cum running down a dark skinned chin and the white stand out against the black of her chest. It was also strange how their blood looked so much darker red, even though he knew it was only because of the contrast of the skin color.

He looked back at the girl and she, right then rolled forward on her knees, then reached over for a toy. When she did this the shift she was wearing pulled up, uncovering her plump thighs, still puffy with baby fat. Bill's cock tightened in his pants.

"I'm not supposed to take on such young clients..." he said.

"Oh, she's not a client, I'm just asking, as a friend."

He was horny-and he'd have to jerk off that evening because his morning client, the next day, was going to be learning blow-jobs and he usually tried not to have too much saved up sperm for the first timers. He looked at Monica.

"Sure," he smiled, "what did you have in mind?"

"Addie, honey," Monica called, "come over her, will you dear?"

The toddler looked up, then climbed onto her feet and ran over to her mother's open arms. Monica lifted her up and stood her on the table.

"Oh, you're getting to be such a big girl!" she said. She steadied her little one because the table shook a bit, even though she only weighed about 30 pounds. "Lift you hands up!" Monica said as she stood up.

The child did as she was asked and Monica pulled the shift up over her head and off, then brushed down her fine blond hair.

Bill was amused to see she was wearing pull-ups with little dinosaurs on them.

Monica pulled at the sides of the leg holes and they came down, uncovering the girls soft butt, still dimply with baby fat.

"You're such a big girl!" Monica said, looking down into the disposable that was around Addie's ankles. "I think you can start wearing big girl panties soon."

Addie put her hand on her mom's shoulder to steady herself as she stepped out of them.

"Do you need to go potty?" Monica asked.

The girl shook her head.

"OK, turn around." Monica turned the girl's shoulders until she was facing Bill.

His dick swelled in his pants when he as he looked at the baby-girl puffy little pussy lips under her round tummy.

"Mr. Johnson here is going to teach you all about oral sex," Monica said, leaning down and speaking into the girl's ear. "He's going to lick your little girl parts and make you feel real nice."

The girl looked up at her mom, then back at Bill with big brown eyes.

Monica took the binky out of the girl's mouth. "Come over here and sit on the edge of the table," Monica said as she led the child by the hand. The table swayed with her steps, making her seem to toddle even more than a two and a half year old normally does.

Bill scooted his chair back, then with a smile up at Monica, he lifted his hips and pushed his striped Bermuda shorts down to his ankles. The girl stood unsteadily on the edge of the table, looking down at his growing cock.

"Sit down honey," Monica said, but she was really looking at Bills cock. It was smooth looking, clear skin with just a few veins and a nicely rounded pinkish head. He kept his dick hair trimmed very short so his sex it wouldn't be too scary for youngsters.

Addie sat down on the table, near the middle. Then Monica moved her forward so her legs were dangling off the edge.

Bill moved his chair forward, reached out and took her knees, then spread them.

"You've got such a pretty little pussy," he said, looking up at her. "I bet it'll just make you cum and cum when I lick it."

"He's going to lick you between your legs and make it feel really good," Monica said as her two year old looked up at her uncertainly. "Then, I want you to lick and suck him too until his cummy-goo comes out so you can drink it all up!"

Addie had just bested three feet, her legs were just beginning to lengthen out from the baby-fat stage to the knobby-knee little girl stage. But, her tummy was still a little round and there was just a little false rise under her AAA battery top size areolas with like sized nipples. She had a pretty face with a small pouty mouth and huge brown eyes under wavy blond hair.

Her pussy crack was just a small cleft, maybe a fraction over an inch and a half long from bung-hole to dimple, and her fat baby pussy lips closed over anything underneath until...

Monica reached out and took her little girl's knees and pulled them up and out. Addie had to sink back onto her elbows as her mother opened her pussy for the strange man. Bill's eyes flared and his cock started to bounce with his pulse when he saw the pink clit ride that ended with a point. Below, her tiny inner lips were shiny but stayed together.

"Damn, that's awesome," he said, raising an eyebrow to Monica.

When he leaned forward and ran his tongue along Addie's sex she giggled and squirmed.

"Stop tha...a...a...at!" she giggled. "It tickles..."

"Ummm...nummm...numm...num..." Bill said as he chewed on her clam with her lips.

This got more giggles and she kicked her legs, hitting Bill in the shoulder.

"Mmmm...mmm...mmm..." Bill continued as her put his lips on her pussy and pressed into it with his tongue.

"That tickles!" Addie laughed again, but this time she was looked down at him with big eyes. "That tickles," she said, this time without a giggle, then she made a couple of 'mmm' noises, then looked up at her mother.

Monica smiled. "Does that feel good? Do you like that?" she asked as she relaxed her grip on the girl's knees.

Addie looked down at Bill, then back up at her mom and nodded and smiled.

"It's wonderful when men lick our pussies," Monica said.

Addie looked up at Monica and nodded, then smiled again. She looked back down at Bill and blew out her breath. She was holding her knees up herself now, almost touching her shoulders.

Monica slid a chair over and sat down. She reached in and stroked her daughter's hair, then her cheek. Addie sank back, off her elbows and looked up at the ceiling. She took a deep breath, then looked back down with a calm expression.

Bill dug at the toddler's pussy with his tongue, then ran the tip in circles around her clit. Addie had now lay her head back and was starting to breath harder as new sensations began to move up from her crotch. What was at first a pleasant feeling began to spread and deepen, becoming a tingling that moved up into her tummy and down the inside of her thighs.

As the girl calmed, Bill had reached down and started to stroke himself. From his classes and experience he knew that the younger a girl was, the shorter her attention span. He understood that, once the action switched to him, he had to be ready...a two year old would only suck his cock for a minute, maybe two, before she lost interest. While he could get her back by rubbing his dick on her clit, Monica had been clear that she wanted him to have oral sex with her...she wanted him to cum in her little girl's mouth so she could taste sperm.

He almost batted it away when he felt a hand on his cock. He looked up with surprise at Monica and she returned a wicked grin. Through his tonguing of the toddler, he smiled, then brought his hands up and started stroking the insides of her thighs.

Addie was now floating on the feelings spreading over her. She was looking around with a calm expression, occasionally looking down at Bill with a smile. Bill spread her pussy lips with his thumbs and her vagina opened, a pink passage, no more than a half inch deep before it was closed off by a white membrane that had just a small hole in the middle.

He leaned back down and the child shuddered. When he looked again she had relaxed her vagina and the opening had grown. Now he could see deep inside the baby's sex. He pushed his tongue as deep into her as he could and felt the child start to push her hips up against his face.

Now he simply concentrated on getting her off. His own cum was building under Monica's excellent hand job and he was beginning to want his own release. As he tongued her, her hips began to rhythmically rock and her breathing became harder.

Monica could see the signs of her daughter's impending orgasm. Her chest and stomach were shiny with perspiration and a drop of sweat was running back along her temple into her hair. Monica brushed her forehead with her left hand while she stroked Bill's cock with her right and, when she rose up to kiss the child, Addie caught her breath, then grunted and shook. She pushed her feet out, swinging her legs as she gasped, her first ever orgasm crashing over her.

Bill smiled up at Monica while he lashed the baby's clit with his tongue. Roll after roll washed over the girl as she grunted and moaned, her hips shivering. Bill held her hips up, his hands under her tiny ass, as he drove his tongue into her sex, then wiggled it back and forth over her clit. Addie whimpered again, then pushed at him, pushing his face off her sex. She fell back on the table, trembling.

"Had enough?" Monica asked the child.

She nodded and made a squeak in her throat.

The two adults looked at each other with smiles. "Wow," Monica said, "that was a lot stronger than I ever expected." Then she scooted her chair back and looked at his cock, rock hard in her hand. A drop of clear pre-cum ran down the side of his dick head.

"We'll have to take care of this," she said.

"Come on child," she said, lifting her limp girl off the table and sitting her on her lap, "time to learn how to suck cock."

The girl was listless in her mother's arms, still recovering from her first full orgasm. She turned and reached her arm up to her mom's shoulder, nestling her head between Monica's breasts. Monica stroked her cheek.

"Wake up little one. You still have some work to do."

Bill stood up and faced them, his dick was level with Addie's face. Monica reached out and took his cock.

"Honey," she said, turning the child on her lap to face Bill. "You need to suck Mr. Johnson's...Johnson...to make him cum now, just like he licked you and made you cum."

Monica reached up and wrapped her hand around his cock, then started to stroke him again.

"You see, if you rub a man's cock like this, it'll squirt all his goo out...and that feels real good. But, you see, he's supposed to squirt it into a girl and since you're just a little girl and he can't put his cock in your pussy, you have to put it in your mouth and drink all his cummy-goo."

Addie looked at his dick with big eyes, then up at her mother.

"Well, come on honey!" she said as she used her other hand to lift Addie's hand to Bill's cock.

Monica moved the little girl's hand up and down his shaft, stroking it strongly, rocking the girl back and forth. "Use both hands honey," she said.

Addie reached up with her right and joined her left in stroking Bill. "Step closer so she can reach," Monica said.

Bill stepped in, now straddling Monica's knees. Monica held his cock in one hand and put her other hand on Addie's cheek. "Lean forward dear and suck it."

Addie looked up at Bill with huge eyes as he moved his hips to direct his cock to her mouth. When it touched her, she pulled back, looking at it.

"Come on, honey," Bill said, "suck on it."

"Go ahead, it doesn't bite," Monica laughed.

The girl, holding Bill's cock just behind the head, looked at it, then up at him. Watching his face with huge brown eyes she opened her mouth and leaned forward.

"Oh God..." Bill moaned as the baby girl's mouth closed over his dick head.

She kept looking up at him as her mother rocked her back and forth. "Move it in and out, Dear," she said as she rocked her baby. Addie still had her hands wrapped around Bill's dick and he started to move his hips some. Still, his cock head completely filled the toddler's mouth; she really couldn't move it in and out, so she rocked with him.

"Here honey," Monica said, "stroke it with your hands too, like this." She directed her daughter how to slide her hands along his shaft while she sucked on his head.

"Oh fuck, that's awesome," Bill breathed as his cum began to boil in his nuts.

"You'd better hurry," Monica laughed, watching him.

That really wasn't a problem for Bill. He'd fucked a lot of little girls with their mothers watching, usually on camera but sometimes in person. But, he'd never gotten a blow job from a girl as she sat on her mommy's lap. The idea was just toooo sexy and Bill was ready to cum after just a minute or so.

Monica could see him building and she helped by rocking her little one, speeding up as needed, even pushing so Bill's cock would go deeper into her baby girl's mouth. The whole time, Addie kept her eyes on Bill, looking up at him.

Bill reached down and put his hands on Addie's cheeks, caressing them and directing her as he humped in and out of her tiny mouth. The girl was still stroking him, wondering what was happening as he seemed to get more and more tense, the expression on his face looked almost angry.

She was beginning to get alarmed, afraid that he was mad, when he started to grunt. He pushed harder into her mouth and jammed into the back of her throat. She was about to push him away when he caught his breath.

Addie was surprised when her mouth was suddenly flooded with a viscous liquid. She pulled back and the next shot of Bill's sperm hit her cheek and sprayed across the bridge of her nose.

"Honey, you've got to eat it," her mommy said as she pushed her forward.

Addie opened her mouth as another stream of cum hit her upper lip but then his cock was in her mouth, pumping more of the gooey, salty, sweaty, stuff. She swallowed only to have more appear. But now Bill was standing, his hips thrusted all the way forward, shivering. She was held there, between Bill's cock and her mother's chest as the last few dribbles of goo came out onto her tongue.

Then he relaxed and moved back, taking his cock away. Addie moved the stuff around in her mouth-it tasted bad and she didn't really like the slimy feel either. She pursed her lips and pushed it out of her mouth, feeling it run down her chin and drop onto her chest and into her lap.

Monica leaned forward and looked at her cum covered daughter. Her right cheek was smeared with it and there was a rope across the bridge of her nose that had run down on the left side to join the pool of white goo that hung on her upper lip. More was dripping off her chin to join the three or four stripes already down her chest, one of which made it to her thigh and was ozzing down to her pussy.

"Well, I guess it's an acquired taste," Monica said. Then she kissed Abbie on the lips and licked a string of Bill's jez off her daughter's face. She smelled Abbie's cum breath.

"You did wonderfully!" Monica said to her. "Didn't she, Bill?"

"Oh...fucking awesome," was all he could croak out.

Five minutes later, Bill was crossing the street to his house, Monica and Addie (still naked and with cum drying on her chest and stomach) stood in the door and waved goodbye.

"I can't let myself get taken advantage of like that," Bill thought. "Word gets around and people'll not want to pay anymore."

END