Voice Lessons part 1

by wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)

(Mg, ped, oral)

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"Who's the kid in the backyard?" I asked, noticing the young girl
standing just inside our gate.

Reggie, one of the frat brothers, came next to me and leaned over
the sink.  "Oh, that's the little girl from the projects next
door.  She keeps coming over hoping to use our pool but we always
run her off.  I'll take care of her," he said, turning to leave.

"No, let me," I interjected.  "It'll give me a chance to meet the
neighbors."

It was my first full day at the frat house and I was still trying
to get settled in.  The Lambdas aren't the biggest and defiantly
not the best fraternity to pledge with, but they were the easiest
and one of the few frats to still have a room available this late
in the semester.

The little girl turned to leave when she saw me.  "Wait, don't
run off, I just want to talk," I said, quickening my pace to
reach her.  She's not what you'd call pretty but was kind of cute
and obviously shy.  "I'm Mark, what's your name?" I asked,
finally getting within a few feet of her.

Meekly she stared down at the ground, twisting from side to side.
 "Ashley," she mumbled, hardly audible.  I stooped down to be eye
level with her.

"Ashley, that's a pretty name for a pretty girl," I said smiling.
 She returned the smile.  "So, you live `round here?" I asked,
already knowing that she did.  Nodding, she turned toward the
large row of buildings just across the six-foot fence.  "I just
moved in and don't really know anyone so it's nice to meet you,
Ashley."

She actually blushed as I reached out to touch her arm.  The
faded dress she wore was obviously too small and smashed her
budding nipples flat against her chest, causing tiny bumps under
the fabric.  It reached mid-thigh with the hem hanging loosely in
the back and appeared as if it hadn't been laundered in a while.

"Do you like to swim?" I asked, her trying to get her to talk. 
She nodded her head and her face creased with a smile.  "I like
to swim too.  Why don't you go ask your mom and dad if you can
come over and swim so that I don't have to swim alone?"  Her eyes
lit up briefly before her face went slack.  "What's wrong?"

"My momma's at work and I don't got no daddy," she said, almost
sad.

"What about an older brother or sister?  You got one of those?" 
She nodded.

"Alex is my brother and he's 13 and my sister Alisha is 10. 
She'll be 11 next month."

"And how old are you, Ashley?"

"My birthday was two weeks ago.  I had a party and everything it
was fun `cause I had ice cream cake and I got toys and a doll
that swims in the water."

"How old were you two weeks ago?"

"Seven."

"Seven, huh?  WOW, such a big girl now," I said half joking.  
"Why don't you go ask your brother if you can come over to swim
and keep me company?"

"He won't let me," she said, looking back towards the ground,
kicking her sandal against the dirt.  "`Sides, I don't got no
bathing suit.  My old one don't fit me no more and momma won't
buy me another one `cause we don't got no swimming pool."

"I see.  Well maybe your brother doesn't have to know and I might
have something you can wear.  Wait here and I'll go see." 
Rushing inside, I returned with one of my old tank tops that I
wear although it's way too tight on me.  It shows off my chest
better so I've kept it all these years.

"What's going on with the kid?" Chris asked as I headed back
outside.

"Oh nothing, just want to be neighborly."

"Well just be careful with that jailbait, man," Joey piped in,
looking up from his Calculus book with a big smile.

"You guys are so bad," I said, hurrying out to her.  They were
right, though.  I do have a weakness for little girls and on a
few occasions, have almost been busted.  Once I'd been taken down
and questioned, but no charges were filed as there wasn't any
evidence.  I've got to be more careful, that's all.

Handing her the thin tank top, I put my arm around her shoulder
and lead her towards the pool.  "You can swim in your panties and
that shirt.  Just change over there," I said, pointing to a small
out-cove in the corner.  She stood unsure for a while, looking up
at me and the water.  "If you don't want to go swimming, don't
worry about it, okay?" I said, reaching for the shirt I just gave
her.  She held onto it as I faked taking it away.  "Just put it
on and we'll go for a swim, okay?" I said, smiling.

She smiled back and gingerly turned the corner, hidden from my
sight but right in front of the large window.  The curtains were
closed but if someone happened to look out they'd see her
undressing.  I smiled at the thought.

She returned moments later holding her dress and wearing my shirt
like a tight dress.  It hugged her skinny body like a second skin
and her brown, wannabe nipples protruded slightly from her chest.
 My cock swelled thinking of how much fun this little girl will
be.

"Where's your bathing suit?" she asked, as I pulled my shirt over
my head.

"I don't have one either," I lied, "So I'm going to swim in my
underwear like you."  Her eyes widened as I unzipped and lowered
my pants, kicking them toward a chair.  I was semi-erect and
fighting to keep from getting a full erection.  I don't want to
scare her off.  Diving in, I swam to the other side and looked
back.  She was still standing on the edge looking down.

"Come on in, what are you waiting for?"

She wasn't as daring and went to the shallow end to use the
steps.  The shirt floated upward as she sank lower and I had to
move closer for the view.  As expected, when the shirt got wet it
became translucent and her small, penny-sized nipples seem to pop
out from her chest.  For such a young girl she sure has nice
nipples.

"Come on, let's swim," I said, splashing around her while she
tried to avoid getting her hair wet.  She wasn't a good swimmer
but I was right there to help, keeping her afloat and taking
liberties with my hands, feeling her soft skin every chance I
got.  Mathew and Nick came out and sat on the side of the pool
with their feet in the water, watching as we splashed around.

She enjoyed jumping off my shoulders into the deep end and soon
Reggie and Chris were sitting on loungers keeping an eye on us
too.  We ignored them and continued playing for about an hour as
our audience grew to include Joey, Robert and Roy.  They were
getting a thrill out of seeing this little girl swimming in a
shirt that didn't hide anything and a pair of old panties that
clung to her crack as if it were glued into place.

With so many guys hanging around I thought she'd freak out and
want to leave, but she kept hanging onto me and jumping off my
shoulders as if we were the only ones there.  All we needed was
for Luke to come home from work and Steve to finish his lab and
everyone would be there.

"I better get home," she said after a while.  "Before Alex gets
mad for me being gone too long."

"Okay," I said, staying in the water long enough so that the guys
wouldn't see my hard-on.  "But you can come over and swim any
time you want.  I'll keep the shirt for you," I said smiling.  As
she got out, Robert and Chris rushed towards her each carrying a
towel.  I had to shake my head.  Not long ago they were running
this little elfin out of the yard and now that she's practically
naked they want to help dry her off.  Typical guys.

Once my erection receded I exited, grabbing the spare towel that
Chris had dropped to the ground.  "What's going on with the
little girl?" Roy asked, staring me in the eyes.

"Like I said, I'm just being neighborly," I replied walking away.
 I glanced toward the gate and saw her disappear behind the
heavy, wooden door.  I became obsessed with her and thought of
little else throughout the day and even had a great masturbation
session later that night.

The next day she was back over, standing near the pool when I saw
her.  I waved from the kitchen and went to meet her.  She was
more relaxed and comfortable around me so she gladly accepted my
offer of pizza and soda.  It was almost lunch time and we had all
day.  Well until 5 o'clock when her mother got off.  I wasn't
sure how receptive she'd be to allowing her seven-year-old
daughter to hang around a frat house, but who knows.

"Tell me about yourself.  What do you like to do?" I asked her. 
She was in the second grade and liked school and didn't like her
sister `cause she was "mean" and Alex always bosses them around
and she has a gold fish named Leonard and she likes to sing.

"WHAT?  You like to sing?  WOW, that's incredible!" I exclaimed,
excited to discover this tidbit of useful information.  "I'm
majoring in music and I used to be in a band and now I'm giving
voice lessons to future stars," I said smiling down at her. 
"Who's your favorite singer?"

"I like Hannah Montana bestest," she said, grinning.

"I bet you sing just like her.  Let me hear you sing."

I fought cringing as she screeched out a horrible rendition of
Best of Both Worlds and when she hit those high notes, I was sure
a few dogs in the neighborhood went deaf.  "Not bad," I said,
biting my tongue.  "I think with a few lessons, you'll be singing
it just like Hannah, maybe even better.

Her face lit up and she smiled so big that I could actually see
her back teeth.  "You really think so?  You think I sing good?"

"Good?  Good's not the word.  You sing great, but you'll need
someone to coach you; teach you how to breathe, how to use your
mouth, getting things from your throat and what to do with your
hands when you're really trying to make it come out," I said
smiling.

"Do you think you can do that?  I mean coach me?"

I looked at her a moment, gauging her desperation.  "I think I
could work with you, after all, I'd love to have a part in making
the next Hannah Montana," I said, touching my finger to the tip
of her nose.  She smiled.

"What `bout my momma?"

I took a deep breath.  I'm not sure how to get around that right
now.  "What do you say we surprise her?  Show her how good you
can sing before we tell her that I'm coaching you, okay?"  She
nodded with a smile.

"Momma says I don't sing too good."

"Well, that's because she doesn't have an ear for talent like me.
 Come, let's go up to my room and we'll start your lessons," I
said, winking at this little cutie.

"To your room?" she asked cautiously.

"Yes, Silly, that's where I have my keyboard.  We'll need it for
music."  She smiled and gave a deep sigh before following me into
the house.  Most of the guys were downstairs watching TV,
listening to music or studying when we walked past them.  A
couple of them slapped each other and made hushed comments.

I pulled out my keyboard and played a few songs that I thought
she'd know.  She mumbled and bumbled through a few of them,
shrieking through most of them.  After about an hour my ears
couldn't take any more so I tried another approach.

"Ashley, I think I know what the problem is," I said, turning off
my keyboard.  "Your vocal cords aren't lubricated very well.  I
also know of something that helps you sing a lot better and most
of the big stars drink it."

Her eyes widened at the mention of this magical elixir and I felt
my cock surge.  "It only comes from one place and it's a big
secret.  You can't tell anyone because if people found out about
it then everyone would drink it and be famous singers, and you
don't want that, right?"  She shook her head.  My cock was so
hard just talking to her about this that I was about ready to
cum.  I knew soon after she put her sweet little lips around my
dick she'd get a mouthful.

Standing, I pulled my shorts down and her eyes went immediately
to my bouncing cock.  "Have you ever seen one of these before?" I
asked, shaking it at her.  She sat stunned, not making a sound as
I stepped closer.  "Open your mouth, Ashley," I said, touching
the slick tip to her lips.

For several long seconds she didn't budge and wouldn't open her
mouth.  "You want to be a great singer, right?"  I asked, putting
my hand behind her head and pulling her face hard against my
cock.  "If you want to sing well, you'll have to suck it and then
I'll put the special juice inside your mouth for you to swallow."

Slowly her lips pursed opened and I pushed the head in until the
crown reached her lips.  "Suck it, Ashley, suck it good."  I
watched as the head became elongated from the sudden suction just
before it disappeared inside her mouth.  I let out an audible
moan as I pushed just a little more in.  "Yessssssss, that's a
good girl, now suck harder," I grunted, while stroking it faster.

I knew it wouldn't take me long and soon I was flooding her mouth
with sperm.  "Swallow it, Ashley, swallow it all, and don't let
any get wasted.  It's good for your voice!" I nearly yelled as my
cock jerked wildly between her closed lips, pumping my goo to the
back of her throat.

Slowly it slipped from her lips and hung flaccid against my
balls.  My legs were weak from such a strong orgasm and I had to
sit down before falling.  "Wow, Ashley, you did great!" I panted,
looking at the pained expression on her face.  I'd seen that look
before and knew she'd be feeling queasy for a while.  The first
taste of cum does that.

"Now, sing something," I said, pulling my pants back up.  I knew
she wasn't really in the mood and had to swallow a few more times
to get the clotty slime from her throat, but it was something
she'd have to get accustomed to.

The expression on her face and the way she held her stomach lead
me to believe that she was about to throw up so I handed her the
only thing I had nearby, a warm bottle of beer from last night. 
That helped with one problem by covering the taste and washing
the remaining slime down, but the stale beer had an even worse
reaction.

"Lay down," I said, moving my clothes off the bed and pulling her
down.  After a while she seemed to get better and I had her sit
up.  "You feel like singing?"  She nodded and I turned on my cd
player, waiting until the first Miley Cyrus song started.  I
bought it yesterday hoping to use it to further my plans of
seducing Ashley and I didn't really need to use it, but it made
her smile to hear the familiar teen idol.

We were halfway through the first song before she joined in and I
couldn't help but stifle my laughter as she tried so hard to keep
up until the tune ended.  "You see," I said, turning it off. 
"You're already singing much better after only drinking it once.
Think how much better you'll sing after doing it a whole bunch of
times!"  It was already after 3 and I wanted her to swim a little
more before going home, kind of a reward for sucking my cock so
we headed down stairs.

She went home just before 5 and the guys started razzing me about
my "new girlfriend".  I laughed it off but knew this was only the
beginning.

The next day was a school day for both of us and I didn't really
expect to see her until later but she never came over.  Tuesday
she didn't show up either and I was beginning to think maybe I
pushed her too far too fast and scared her off, but on Wednesday
she came bouncing into the backyard with a big smile.

My classes end at 1 and I had just gone out to lay by the pool
when she showed up.  "Why aren't you in school?" I asked,
noticing the time.

"It's Wednesday, we get out early," she informed me, taking the
seat next to me.

"I was afraid you didn't want to take any more lessons from me."

"No, I want to, but my momma didn't go to work for two days and I
couldn't come over."

"Oh, okay, great.  So do you want to swim or sing?"

"I want to sing," she said grinning.  I returned the smile.

"Let's go to my room," I said, standing.  The guys hollered out a
few things as we made our way upstairs but I didn't pay them any
mind and I don't think she understood what they were talking
about.  As soon as my door was closed, I pulled out my rapidly
growing cock and pointed it towards her.  I didn't need to
explain anything as she stooped over and took it into her mouth.

I sucked in a gasp of air and threw my head back.  God that feels
so fucking good.  Looking down, I watched as she slurped on my
cock, holding it with both hands while sliding her mouth up and
down as if she'd done this many times before.  The pressure was
great and watching this little girl performing oral sex on me
pushed me over until I was soon blasting her tonsils once again.

She gulped and swallowed quickly as my cock jerked repeatedly,
spewing my seed into her mouth.  Once she let it slip out, she
looked up at me hopefully.  Gone was the sickly expression and
nauseous gagging from the other day and the best part was that
she was smiling.  I smiled back and hit the play button on my
stereo.

She "sang" to three songs before I had enough and wanted to go
for a swim.  It was almost 3 o'clock and I wanted to make sure
she got home in plenty of time before her mother.  After our
swim, we headed back up to my room for one more dose of her
singing juice and I sent her on her way.  She was hardly gone
five minutes before Roy barged into my room.

"What's up?" I asked, reaching for my headphones.

"I should be asking you that," he said, sitting on my bed.  The
two of us stared at each other for at least a minute before he
spoke again.  "You plan on sharing?"

"Huh?  What do you mean?"

"Any time one of us brings a slut home, we share.  You're going
to do that with her, right?"

"A SLUT?  She's only seven-years-old.  What makes you think she's
a slut?"

"The key hole," he said, smiling smugly.

"What?!"

"This house was built over a hundred years ago and all the doors
have key holes," he informed me, pointing toward my door. 
Glancing over, I noticed the figure eight hole just under the
knob.  "We saw everything that happened inside your room," he
added, still not losing his smirk.  I shook my head.

"Well, if you must know, I did explain to her that the more cum
she swallows, the better a singer she'll be.  I guess a few more
loads won't hurt her," I said, smiling back.  "And just wait
until she finds out what she needs to do in order to hit those
high notes!"  We both laughed just as Robert and Chris walked in.

"Everything cool?" Chris asked from the doorway.

"Yea, everything's cool."

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~ end of part 1

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