The Stories of Leslie Schmidt

My stories are about little girls and their loves (mostly). If you're looking for torture, sadomasochism, or anyone hurting little girls, you've come to the wrong place.

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Allison:

A fellow is watching his girlfriend’s six year old when she calls him into her room. So, who’s molesting whom?

Angel Lips:

One of the ‘Angel’ series. Jenny learns that her mouth is for more than eating lunch.

Angel's Toy:

Jenny discovers a new toy to play with.

Baby Oil:

There’s lots of fun stuff to be found on the changing table!

Bath Time:

Doesn't everyone have pictures or videos of their little ones in the bath? Part 1 of 2.

Part 2

Bed Warmer:

A robber baron’s manservant leaves his master a nice surprise in his bedchamber.

Billy's Story:

A young man and his best friend are discovered enjoying some videos by his little sister. Then they convince her to make a solo movie of her own.

Prequel to 'Doyle's Story'

Camping:

One of the ‘Angel’ series. Camping in a tent on a snowy night can really be kind of fun.

Client too Young:

One of the “Child Sex Therapist” stories. Our friend takes on a client that he really shouldn’t. Then, sometime later, he looses his professionalism when he meets her at the mall. Part 1 of 4.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Cinderella:

The Brothers Grimm never had it so good!

Cute Pussy:

A fellow discovers that his friend likes to share a lot more than a few brews.

Daddy-Daughter Nightclub:

A special place for daddy-daughter dates.

Dancer:

A little girl’s diary about her first boyfriend.

Disney Nights:

A trip to Disney World with the ‘Angel’.

Doyle's Story:

Doyle is asked to watch Billy’s little sister while Billy is at football practice. They watch some videos too.

Sequel to ‘Billy’s Story’. In order to fully enjoy this story, you should read 'Billy's Story' first.

First Kill:

Mystical creatures of the forest can be a real danger to unsuspecting woodsmen. (Not my usual lighthearted fare).

The Girl from DR:

Helping out an undocumented immigrant yields an unexpected reward.

Inside My Angel:
Angel learns how to really love her father.

Lethal Lolita:

There’s a lot more to this little girl than some guys expect—and they end up regretting it, for a very short time. Part 1 of 3.

Part 2 Part 3

Lethal Lolita Revisited:

Another encounter with Megan Massy—this time with a happy ending.

Los Angeles Thanksgiving:

Sequel to ‘Wisconsin Summer’ In order to fully enjoy this story, you should read 'Wisconsin Summer' first.

Loving Sarah:

Uncle Ted has a special relationship with his niece.

Morning Lesson:

The first of the “Child Sex Therapist” stories. A regular morning for our friend with the best job in the world. (This is an update of 'Afternoon Lesson' with some consistancy errors corrected.)

My Angel:

The first in the ‘Angel’ series.

My Brother's Child:

A fellow discovers that he and his brother have a lot in common.

My Sweetheart:

Another of the ‘Angel’ series.

Night Storms:

What could improve on a life spent bumming around the Caribbean on a sailboat? Part 1 of 3.

Part 2 Part 3

On the Interactions Between Teens and Tweens:

An, ahhh, scholarly article (?).

Onboard the Daisy:

Set in 1773 and 1774, these two letters between two young gentlemen tells the story of why one is being sent to India by his father and how his friend helps in a difficult situation. I was inspired by the first truely erotic English novel, "Fanny Hill", published in 1749 by John Cleland. The idea of writing in the 18th Century style was a challenge I couldn't pass up.
(This is my personal favorite of all my stories)

Pedophile's Dream-Prolog

Prolog to an entire series. The title says it all. Nine parts.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Epilogue

Pick Pocket:

Beware of pick pockets on the Rome underground.

Princess Hands:

Our 'Angel' learns something new.

Ritual:

Primitive cultures have some different ceremonies.

Roller Coaster Ride:

A co-worker asks a buddy to watch his ten year old for a few days. Part 1 of 3.

Part 2 Part 3

Seven Year Old Nympho:

Not too hard to figure out. This was my first story. Part 1 of 2.

Part 2

Spoons:

Don't you love to cuddle like spoons? In two episodes, set years apart. Part 1 of 2

Part 2:

Sri Lanken Lover:

An American businessman working in Colombo rescues a street urchin. Part 1 of 2.

Part 2

Stories of the Child Bride One:

In the future, marriage customs may be different.

Stories of the Child Bride Two:

In the past, marriage customs were different.

Subic Bay Memories:

The Navy--It's not just a job, it's an adventure!

Summer Musings:

An 'Angel' story. Jenny has grown up quite a bit--but not too much.

Tales for Rm 102:

What you'll see with hidden cameras.

Teaching Sadie to Jerk Off:

A sheltered child needs to learn some things about herself.

The Dream:

He thought it was just a great dream, until he woke up!

The Making of Night Storms:

They decided to make 'Night Storms' into a movie. Part 1 of 7.

Personally, I think this is my hottest story.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

The Mask:

There's sometimes magic in those Marde Gras masks.

The Model:

A catalog photographer has a lot of fun when one of his clients has to stay over for the night.

The Orphanage:

Back in medieval times some monasteries and convents became quite independent.

Torri:

Mommy leaves her little girl with her cousin.

Uncle Brian:

A girl helps out with her Daddy's business plans.

While Her Mom was Out:

A couple of truck drivers share.

White Stuff:

Fun on a hunting lease. One of my earliest stories.

Wisconsin Summer:

A teenager isn't too happy with the plans to spend the summer away from the coast in the heartland--until he meets his little cousin.

Prequel to 'Los Angeles Thanksgiving'

Night Storms Part II

by Leslie Schmidt

The next day, with the hurricane past, we got underway for the Cayman Islands. We spent the morning at the dock provisioning for a week's passage. With a full load of food, water, and fuel, we left Jamaica at 2 PM. Because Kingston is on the south coast of the island, I first headed south-southwest to get as much sea room as possible before heading west. I would have to sail almost 50 miles to get around Portland Point and get the sea room I wanted before coming to the west. The winds were from the east, so we sailed on a broad reach through the evening and into the night. Lessa went to sleep soon after sunset. I had told her that I would get her up for "watch" before dawn. It was a beautiful night with bright stars and moderate winds. Magic cruised along at 6 knots. At about 3 AM I came around to the west and set the double headsails. For this rig, all the sails amidships and aft are taken down and two triangular sails are put up forward. Because the wind is directly aft, one sail is spread to port and the other to starboard. The rig is balanced, so the boat steers herself straight down wind. I got Lessa up and briefed her on what was going on. I instructed her to wake me if the radar showed any ships within 5 miles, if the wind increased to more than 15 knots, or if the boat turned more than 15 degrees off course. I also told her that, under no circumstances was she to leave the cockpit and go on deck without waking me. The idea of finding myself alone on the boat was a horror I couldn't contemplate. I insisted that she wear a life jacket and safety harness.

I lay down on the pilot berth, just at the bottom of the companionway. The familiar sounds of the boat, with her easy movement lulled me to sleep. I had the various alarms set that I usually use while sailing alone, but because I had a watch on deck, I did not set my clock to wake me every hour to check around the boat.

When I woke up, I took a look around the deck. Magic was sailing easy under the dual headsails. The winds were light and the sea sparkling. Under the circumstances, it was safe to leave the deck watch to a ten-year-old, even a sleepy one. I had hit my rack around 4 AM, it was now 9. The tropical sun was beginning to get intense; soon it would be time to look for shade. Luckily, shade is easy to find on a sailboat.

When I returned to the cockpit, Lessa lifted her head.

"Good morning, Captain. All's well." She said. Then she asked if she could take off the jacket and harness. I said it would be OK, as long as I was up and about.

She pulled the gear off, then stripped out of the shirt and shorts she had been wearing. Then she lay down on her belly on the starboard side, her head away from me. Her legs were just far enough apart to allow me to see her hairless cooch. Her tiny clit was just peeking out from between her thick pussy lips. Her ass was small and beautifully rounded. There were freckles on her calves and across her shoulders. "You look lovely. That's your best looking outfit."

I sat down and pulled out my current book. However, the beauty of the day and the creature across from me was too much of a distraction. The sun was getting hot.

"Lessa, you're going to get burned. You should put on some sunscreen."

"Would you do it for me?"

I went below and brought up the sunscreen. Lessa scooted over to make room for me next to her. I started by putting the lotion on her shoulders and arms. I moved to her back, spreading the white liquid across her shoulder blades and then rubbing it in until it disappeared, leaving her skin shiny. When I squeezed some onto the small of her back she giggled, saying it was cold. Next came her ass, wonderfully rounded cheeks were soft under my hands. She was still very white here, until recently this was `where the sun don't shine.' When my fingers brushed along her butt crack, she tensed them and I felt the muscles below the skin.

I didn't squeeze the sunscreen onto the back of her thighs; this would have tickled her too much. Instead, I put some on my hands and started spreading it on the thigh nearest me. She flared her rear up a little as my fingers worked up between of her legs and I heard a short intake of breath when I brushed up against her pussy crack. I worked down to her left calf. Here there was a light spread of fine short hairs; it would be a couple of years before she would have to start shaving. As yet, there was no sign of hair under her arms and her pussy had just the smallest beginning of light hairs on the lips.

I worked up her right calf and then to her right thigh. As I reached her butt, I moved my thumb far down and caressed her stiff button. She moaned as my thumb parted her lips and moved along her inner pussy lips and clit. She spread her legs further apart, inviting more of the same. I pushed my thumb into her love canal and wrapped my fingers around the front of her thigh. Slowly she started to move her butt up and down and her breathing started to deepen. Then she stopped and rolled over onto her back, a knowing smile on her lips. "It's time to do my front now," she said.

I started with her arms and neck. Her nipples were swollen up. They would expand both in diameter and height when she was excited. I rubbed the sunscreen into her upper chest and then over her pecks. Lessa squirmed and sighed as my hands moved over her nipples. Here there was also no tan; triangles of white flesh outlined the top to her, now forgotten, bikini bathing suit. Brownish-red nipples swam in the middle of the white. She reached over and grasped my cock that had been standing at attention ever since I started working on her back. She slowly stroked it, working up and down my shaft with her soft little hand. I spread the sunscreen over her tummy and lower belly. It was obvious that she had worn a very brief bikini bottom. Her tan stopped no more than an inch above the top of her slit. This was the kind of suit which had made my nuts ache since I was twelve years old. I skipped past her pussy and worked down her thighs and legs. Then I came back up to her pussy. I started by rubbing the sunscreen on her large outer lips. Then I slid my finger back and forth in her slit and tickled her erect clit. She doubled her efforts on my cock as I slipped my middle finger into her cunt, watching it disappear to the second knuckle. I moved it in and out of her. The sight of her writhing with pleasure was too much for me and I blew and enormous load, shooting it at least six inches in the air before it fell on my leg, the deck, and her wrist.

"I don't think that will stop a sunburn," she said laughingly as she wiped my jiz onto my thigh.

I had stopped my ministrations just before I came. So I started fingering her again, looking forward to watching her have another orgasm. Her breathing began to deepen as she closed her eyes. After a few more strokes, I leaned down and kissed her. She opened her mouth to admit my tongue, inviting me with a marvelously wet kiss. I moved to her stiff nipples, first sucking on the left, then running my tongue around the right. By now, I was fingerfucking her with two fingers. She was writhing with pleasure, humping into my hand. Her breathing was raspy when she said, "Lick my down there. My daddy used to do that to Maryellen."

Until now, we had not had any oral sex, but, as she was already exposed to it, I was more than willing. I worked my tongue down her stomach; she giggled as a tickled her navel. I then dove on her slit. As I moved my tongue over her clit I tasted the coconut from the sunscreen. I pushed my tongue in and out of her twat and licked her clit as she started humping into my face. I was so wonderful to lick a hairless pussy! I started stroking myself as Lessa writhed with pleasure, groaning and panting. Alternately, I sucked and licked her clit and pushed my tongue into her pussy. Suddenly she bucked as she came, becoming wet with juices. She collapsed back, panting. I sat down on the seat at her feet and continued to beat off, looking at her. Her nipples were going down but her pussy remained red and swollen. She watched as I came a second time.

Later that day, as the boat continued sailing easy before the wind, I was dozing in the cockpit, lying on my back. I guess I was having a really good dream, because I woke when Lessa started stroking my already hard cock. She was kneeling next to me and had grasped my schlong with both hands. After my initial start, I just laid back to enjoy. She pulled up and down, and the pressure began to build in my nuts as I began to pant with her moves. But she could do better.

"Here," I said, "put both your hands around it, cupping your hands. Then straighten out your thumbs so you rub the bottom of the glans."

Lessa complied, and her slow stroking and soft hands built the jiz up quickly. I told her to speed up and blew my load, pumping jiz over her hands. Then she did something completely unexpected, she leaned over and licked the head of my cock, taking some of my cum on her tongue. She giggled and wiped her hands on my legs. She climbed out of the cockpit and laid down on the foc'sel, leaving me to find some paper towel the clean up.

I went forward and sat down next to her, intending to return the favor. She was lying on her back, eyes closed. She was absolutely incredible. Her body was smooth, soft, hairless. Without preamble, I started running my finger up and down her slit. She immediately started to flare her hips, starting to hump. Her clit was already hard and her nipples were poking up. She opened her mouth to breath as I ran my finger up into her cooch, pushing it as far in as it would go--so far I could feel the lump of her cervix at the top of her vagina. Moving in and out faster, she was panting when she asked me to use two fingers. I complied, adding my pointer finger to the vigorous fucking she was already getting with my middle. I leaned forward and kissed her left nipple, then sucked on her right. She was groaning now and came with a bucking motion. It was then that I saw the blood. I had de-flowered her during the fingerfuck. I pulled my hand away from her; my fingers were stained red. When she saw the blood, she pressed her thighs together, putting her hand between her legs. She rolled on her side, away from me. I lay down next to her and cuddled her. A couple of minutes later, she ran below and took a shower. I rinsed off the deck where some of her blood was smeared.

A few minutes later, when Lessa came back up, she acted as if nothing had happened. She just smiled as she passed the helm and went forward to lie in the shadow of the sails. I felt kind of awkward though, and, after a few minutes, climbed up and sat down next to her.

"How ya doing?" I asked.

"I'm alright. Don't worry about it, I know what happened. I just thought it would happen when I actually, you know, did it. You didn't really hurt me. I wanted you to do what you were doing. I really enjoy being with you like that. It makes me feel grown up and," she paused, "loved."

"You're a beautiful young woman and I'm really attached to you. I really enjoy having you with me, not just for the love making," I said. "I have a lot of fun being around you. Generally I'm pretty lonely out here."

She sat up and put her arms around my neck and we kissed. This was not a kiss of sexual passion but of human kindness and comfort. Again, I was really struck by my feelings. How could a jaded old fart like me have these feelings about a 10-year-old girl? The day wore on in its quiet way, as most days underway do. That evening I made us an especially nice dinner and we watched the sun set off the starboard bow. Again, I stayed up late while Lessa slept. At about 9 PM I had to take in the port headsail and set the main and mizzen sails as the wind was backing to the south. If it had been light, I would have set a mizzen staysail, but I usually slow the boat at night to reduce the risk and severity of collisions with floating debris. At 4 AM I woke her and she took the watch.

At about 6 I came awake because of a change in the behavior of Magic. She was heeling more than before and the waves had come up some. I went to the cockpit where Lessa was sitting. The sky was becoming overcast as clouds crowded in from the east. A check of our position showed us 30 miles east of Grand Cayman. I planned to sail to the north of the island and around to George Town, in the lagoon on the north coast. The weatherfax had indicated an approaching tropical wave from the east, and with it would come a wind shift to the north. I explained this to Lessa and warned her that the wind shift might come quickly. We would have to keep an eye on the clouds and especially watch for a thick cloudbank approaching from the northeast.

At 7:30 I was below making breakfast when Lessa called me up. "Donny, there are some really ugly clouds out here."

I poked my head out of the hatch to see a wall of black clouds about 10 miles off.

"Honey, it looks like a storm may be coming, would you come below and put things away while I take in some sails?" I asked.

As Lessa moved around with a very serious expression on her face I went on deck. The winds had freshened quite a bit during the morning and Magic was moving along well. I had not put out any additional sails with daylight. Now I put a reef in the main and then took in the genoa and replaced it with a working jib. While the genoa was down, I asked Lessa to steer, as the imbalance in the rig made it hard for the self-steering gear to hold her course. Then I took down the mizzen and Magic settled down to a slow easy pace in the building seas. I gave Lessa some sea-sickness pills, this would be her first time in any sort of rough weather, and I didn't need her really miserable. We also put on clothes for the first time in 3 days. It was already a little cool to be nude, and it would be cooler later.

At 8:15 the winds dropped to near calm. The waves were about 6 feet, but with no wind, they were inky looking. Magic wallowed, making for an uncomfortable time as some items crashed to the deck below. Lessa went down to investigate but I told her not to stay if she felt sick, the deck was the safest place for whatever had fallen. A few seconds later she came up and reported that some books had fallen. At 8:20 the wind suddenly came up from the north. There were two strong puffs, then it settled to a steady 35 knots. Soon there was spray washing over the boat as she continued along, making a respectable 8 knots while beating slightly into the wind. I went below and brought up some oilskins for us. The waves built to 8 feet. At around noon, I brought the boat around to the west and approached the entrance to the lagoon. The entrance is deep and well marked, but narrow. As we approached we could see a couple of cruise ships in down town. The entrance to the harbor would be tricky, as, if I got blown more than 50 yards to the east or west, I would crash on the reefs. We came through with no troubles, but I think Lessa found the sight of the breakers on either side of the channel a little unnerving. We anchored in the lagoon at 4 PM and awaited the customs boat.

After passing customs, we motored to a dock were we took on water and fuel. Then we spent the evening in town. I bought Lessa a pretty sundress and a pair of sandals she "just gotta have." I smiled at myself because I was buying her exactly what I didn't want her to use-clothes. We had dinner at a waterfront restaurant and watched the two cruise ships get underway and go to sea. We returned to Magic at about 9 PM and went to bed. This time there was no fooling around. Lessa went straight to my cabin. I came into the cabin to see her sitting on my bunk, propped up on her elbows. One of her legs was straight while the other was bent. She seemed to be purposely displaying her pussy for me; her nipples were already expanding in anticipation. My dick swelled. I walked up to the bed and looked down on her-such a beautiful sight. Then she sat up and reached for my cock. She stroked it a couple of times and then moved to the edge of the bed. I wasn't expecting what came next. She leaned forward and took my hardening schlong into her mouth. She worked the head in and out, sucking vigorously. I began to hump slowly into her face, watching the head and about an inch of my shaft disappear. She continued to work my cock in and out, each time taking it a little deeper until I banged into the back of her throat. She took my cock for two more strokes before I pulled back-I was about to cum and I didn't want to shorten our lovemaking.

I kneeled on the deck and began to eat her wonderful hairless snatch. She leaned back and arched her back as I sucked on her clit and pushed my tongue into her cooch. I ran my tongue around her clit and back and forth in her slit. Her lips were wide and I had the impression that my whole face was buried in her puss. I reached up and stroked her swollen nipples as she humped my face and groaned in orgasm. I sat up and wiped my face with my arm. She lay on the bed, her legs hanging over the edge, feet on the floor. I started rubbing my cock back and forth on her slit.

In a little voice she said, "I want you inside me."

All I did was make a slight change in the angle of my prick and the head pushed against her cunt opening but, it was obvious that I would hurt her if I forced myself into her. In a drawer next to the bed, I had a tube of K-Y. In some ports, you can only get unlubricated condoms, so I kept it there in case I needed it. I took some and spread it on my cock. Lessa watch with interest but did not say anything. After lubing up I put my cock head against her lips it slipped smoothly into her pussy. I stopped, then I slowly moved back and forth, each time pushing a little farther inside her. Lessa gazed up as my cock slid into her tight envelope. First, just the head, then another half inch, and then halfway up the shaft. I started pumping her faster as she lifted her legs up, pressing the inside of her thighs and knees against my ribs. The pressure was building up inside me as she reached up and pulled me down on top of her, her little body squirming tightly against me. She started to moan with my thrusts, humping her loins into me. I crawled forward so my knees were on the bed, supporting my weight on my elbows and knees. Lessa wrapped her legs around me and hugged me tightly. She was literally hanging on me as our passion built. I rolled over on my back, with Lessa on top of me. She moved back and forth, more and more violently impaling herself on my member. With a loud grunt she made two more rocks as I humped, driving my tool as deep into her little tube as it would go. I blew my load deep in her pussy, pumping cum for what seemed hours. Lessa collapsed on top of me, her body running with sweat, her breath coming in pants. Her hair was sticky with sweat. We lay there quietly for many minutes, my dick still throbbing in her pussy. After a while she fell asleep as my cock went flaccid and slipped out of her.

We spent the next day exploring the island. I rented a motor scooter and we drove around. It felt so nice to have her hugging me from behind as we drove through the dunes and along the beaches. On the south side of the island, we found a secluded beach that had a few people on it. It was a nude beach, so we pulled our clothes off and splashed around in the warm surf. We lay in the sun to dry, watching others. As the evening approached, we made our way back to the boat, showered and then went out for the evening. We ate and then went around to a few clubs. I know I looked a little silly out clubbing with a ten-year-old, but I assumed that most people just thought I was a dotting father out with his daughter. I do know that she had a great time being part of an older scene. About midnight, we headed back to Magic.

I put the boat to rights for the night and showered, then made my way to bed while Lessa showered. Lessa came aft later after she had finished. I was reading and finishing up a beer. She sat down on the edge of my bunk, and watched me reading. In anticipation my cock was already swelling. She reached out and started stroking my cock-and it quickly responded by coming to attention. When I reached over to pull her to me she said, "No, this time I'm doing this for you. Just lay back and enjoy."

I did as she commanded, lying on my back. She started a slow, steady stroking of my schlong. She was using two hands-just as I had taught her. She stared directly in my eyes and the cum started to build in me. Then she leaned forward and took the head of my dick into her mouth. She started sucking as she took more and more of my shaft in. My cock got incredibly hard as she bobbed, taking more than half of my shaft before my dick head banged into the back of her throat. Her bobbing became faster and her suction greater. This was totally incredible. I was not at all surprised that Lessa would be familiar with blowjobs, but she was giving me the best head I had ever experienced. She would alternately suck and lick, each time she engulfed my dick with her lips taking it to new depths in her magnificently soft, warm, and wet oral cavity. Her hair fell down over my loins. She made occasional slurping noises when air leaked in between my dick and her lips. The pressure was building inside me as I humped into her face, pushing my dick farther in.

"Honey, I'm going to cum," I moaned.

She looked up and paused. "It's ok," she said. She looked back down, considering my dick for a moment, and then rammed my tool deep down her throat, taking the whole length. I think that her face actually hit my stomach just above my dick as she deep throated me. After two more dives, I came; shooting my wad in eight or ten shots in her mouth. She kept sucking and bobbing. Some of my cum leaked out of the corners of her mouth, running down the side of my dick and over her hands. After she had sucked all the cum out of me, she sat up.

"Yuck," she said through a laugh, "that was disgusting." She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

I reached down and pulled her on top of me, kissing her and shoving my tongue into her mouth. Her mouth was still slippery with my cum and I tasted it as we squirmed together. My dick was still hard between us and a little cum was still flowing out. This mixed with our sweat and saliva to make a slippery lubricant between us. Her nipples formed two hard pebbles against my chest; my still engorged cock rubbed against her pussy and thighs. Things were very wet and very warm and very passionate.

I grabbed her butt with both hands and slid her forward. Her hard nipples stood out from her, otherwise, flat chest. I sucked first on one and then on the other. They tasted salty with her sweat and my cum. She giggled and lifted off of me when I started pushing her farther forward.

With a questioning look she asked, "What do you want?"

"Slide up and sit on my face," I said.

I guess that this was not part of the education she had gotten by watching her parents because I don't think that she grasped my meaning. I slithered down so my face was between her thighs and started licking her lovely hairless cunt. There is nothing like going down on a prepubescent girl. The smoothness of such a hairless, smooth slot is wonderful. Even a shaved pussy still has some roughness to pull on your tongue. Also, a girl's cunt smells and tastes different. There is just a mild scent of a woman's musk.

Lessa got the idea and sat up, kneeling across my face. Looking up I could see her hard nipples. In my minds eye I could see us. Lessa kneeling on me, her hands on the bulkhead in front of her, her head thrown back. She was arching her back and grinding her pus into my face. Her cunt lips were spread wide and her hard clit stood out for the licking and sucking. I pushed my tongue as far into her vagina as it would go. She started bouncing up and down on it like it was a cock, her breath panting. I just kept my tongue out as far and as stiff as I could as she rode it into a shuddering orgasm. Her wetness mixed with my saliva and a trickle ran down my cheek.

"God, that was incredible," she said as she rolled off me and spread out on her stomach on the bed.

Her feet were next to my head so I started licking her ankle.

"Stop that!" she giggled, pulling her feet away. "Come up here."

I turned around and lay down half on my stomach, half on her back. My dick was hard against her thigh. The feeling of being against her was too much and I started slowly humping her leg. I got up on my knees and pushed her legs farther apart. Then I lay down on her, my dick lying along her butt crack. I pushed my right hand under her hips and started fingering her slit. She started moving her hips back and forth, making small humps into my hand. Her cunt was still very wet-dripping in fact. I pushed her legs farther apart with my knees, and lifted off of her. I then pushed my dick between her cooch and the bed. She flared her butt up as I pulled back and my cock slid easily into her love canal. I started humping, running my dick in and out of her tight little pussy as she pushed backwards against me. Her breathing was becoming deeper when she said; "You are incredible. God I love being with you."

I rolled on to my side and I continued to fuck her from behind. I reached around and started fingering her clit. She wrapped her leg over mine, spreading her legs farther to facilitate my fingering of her slot while my dick moved in and out of her vagina. Then I rolled onto my back and pulled her on top of me. She was spread open, leaning back on my chest. I fingered her clit and rubbed her nipples. I just couldn't get enough of feeling her hairless pus and stiff nipples. She lifted off of me, doing a modified crab walk to better move my cock in and out of her slot. She rocked faster as I humped my dick deep into her and fingered her clit. She groaned as she came, her pussy clenched down on my dick and I blew another load into her cunt. This was the best time I had ever had in bed. I had lost my cherry at 14 when the neighbor's wife had to wait too long for her trucker husband to get home. It was amazing to me that a little ten-year-old girl could be such an awesome lover. She rolled off of me, then lay on her belly next to me and gave me an incredible deep kiss. We curled up together and went to sleep.

We spent the next day lazing around the boat and went into town that evening. Again, we visited some of the local clubs and then returned to Magic. We made love that night in a slow and tender way. By now we knew each other well enough that there was no hurry, no anxiety, just wonderful love making. Lessa's child body was the most exciting thing to explore. I was amazed at the pleasure she could give me, and I think she felt the same. The sight of her hairless slit and flat chest, with just the hint of developing breasts, was more of a dream than I ever expected.

Part III