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.

Story codes: Mg, Mgg, mg, Fg.

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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'

Pedophile's Dream Part Four

--Leslie Schmidt

The next morning I woke up, as usual, a little before dawn. Megan was laying on top of me, snoring softly. My chest was wet with her drool. I carefully worked out from underneath her and got out of bed. She stayed asleep, laying on her stomach. She was a beautiful sight, a slim and smooth goddess, stretched out. I covered her up, she made some quiet noises and pulled the covers and tucked them under her chin, a smile played across her face.

I went into the kitchen and put water on for coffee, then went into the bathroom for the three 'S's. Twenty minutes later, with my coffee, I sat on the porch to watch the sun rise from behind the mountain, twelve miles away across the valley. It was going to be another beautiful day, a few wisps of cereus clouds were lit from underneath by the sun, the contrail of an airliner moved across the sky from west to east. A few birds were chippering in the trees behind the house and, about 300 yards away, down in the long grass towards the valley, two coyotes pranced by on their way to their den. In the distance, the growl of a truck could be heard as it moved along US 60 toward the Salt River Canyon and Tucson.

I contemplated my plans for today. I was going to take the girls into Socorro and do some shopping. We might go to a movie also. But, my real plans were for tonight. After the incredible time last night, I decided that tonight I had a pretty good chance of going all the way with Megan. In my mind's eye, I could see my cock moving in and out of her pussy as she writhed in orgasm. The idea of filling the little girl's womb with my spunk was too much and my dick was swelling. Without thinking, I started jacking off.

I leaned back in the chair and stretched out my legs as I stroked my dick. I dreamed about having Megan straddling me, bouncing up and down, her hands on my chest and shoulders, her hair falling down in a cool vale over us. I watched as she threw her head back, eyes closed, mouth open and groaned while her tight preteen pussy spasmed around my dick. As my imaginary Megan was rocked by her orgasm, I shot my load, a string of white jez exploded from my dick and plopped onto my chest. My second shot landed in large drops around my navel and just below my ribs.

"OOOoooo, What's that?" Jana's voice came from the doorway.

I was startled and, instinctively tried to cover my dick and spunk but quickly realized the stupidity of doing that. I turned my head and looked at her, then stroked a little more and finished the job. Jana stood wide-eyed and watched.

After I had stopped cumming I made a bit of a show of looked down at myself. "That's my semen," I said.

"Did you pee on yourself?"

"No, it's different stuff." I paused. "It shoots out of a man when he has a climax."

She looked a little puzzled.

"When you rub yourself between your legs, you feel a pressure in your tummy, then all of a sudden, it short of goes pop and it feels real good, doesn't it."

The kindergartner giggled and pressed her hands between her thighs in embarrassment. She knew what I was talking about.

"That feeling is a climax. When it happens to a man, he shoots out semen." I paused again, "it feels real good."

Jana walked closer and looked down at my jiz covered stomach. A string was stretching from the end of my dick to a white pool next to my navel.

"It's gooy!"

"Well, yes."

"Why do you do that?" she asked.

"It feels good."

I could see that I had not answered her question.

"Semen is what starts a baby growing in a woman's belly."

Jana got an incredulous look on her face. "Do you swallow it?"

I laughed for a moment. "No dear,....,well, yes, sometimes girls swallow it...., but, that doesn't start a baby growing. A man has to put his semen up inside here." (I pointed at her pussy)

An expression of understanding came over her face. "Oooh."

I decided it was time to quit the sex ed class and got up. "Do you want some juice?" I asked.

"Yes please."

I went into the kitchen and cleaned myself up, then returned with a glass of orange juice and another cup of coffee. On the way, I stopped off and looked at Megan, she hadn't moved.

Back out on the porch, Jana had sat down in one of the chairs, I handed her the glass, then sat down in the other.

"So, what do you want to do today?" I asked.

"I dono."

"I was thinking I would take you and Megan in to see a movie. What do you think of that."

"Can we see 'Finding Nemo?'"

"Maybe."

"Nemo's this little orange fish and he looses his father and has to find him. And there's this really silly pelican and...the seagulls all say 'mine, mine...'"

She devolved into a string of giggles

"And there's this shark that doesn't want to eat other fish, and...." More giggles.

"We can see it if it's playing."

The sun had hit the peak behind us and the reflected light off of a rock face was lighting up the valley. About a quarter mile away, I spotted a buck sniffing around at the base of some trees.

"Do you see that deer?" I pointed.

"Where?" the little girl straightened up and peered down into the distance. "I don't see him."

I got up and went over to the five-year-old. I picked her up and sat down, then put her on my knee. I wrapped one of my arms around her and pointed with the other.

"Down there, near the trees," I whispered to her.

She looked down my arm and spotted the buck.

"OOooo, I've never seen a deer before."

She watched him intently. The buck walked around, inspecting the grove of trees carefully. I remembered that I had a set of binoculars on the window ledge. I leaned over and grabbed them, balancing the girl on my thigh. I held them up and saw the buck more closely. Eight points and out of range. If the girls weren't there, I'd have gone for my 306 and tried to sneak up on him.

"Let me see."

I pulled the glasses down and adjusted the oculars as close together as they would go, then held them up for the little girl.

"Hold them and move them around until you can see."

"Ok."

I slowly moved the glasses to point in what I judged to be the right direction. "Do you see him?"

"No."

"Well, search around. He's in some trees."

The child swayed some then tensed. "Ooh! I see him! I see him." The little girl bounced up and down in my lap-OH Boy.

She watched the buck for a few minutes until he wondered into a dense stand of trees and disappeared. Jana kept looking around with the glasses.

I leaned her back against me and took a sip of my coffee. She shifted her weight around. I took the opportunity to settle her squarely in my lap, facing away from me. I pulled my legs together and spread hers so her knees were outside my thighs. She leaned comfortably back against my stomach. We sat for several minutes as the kindergartner looked around the valley. I waited until I felt she was just beginning to loose interest. She put the glasses down and I gave her the glass of juice. She drank some.

"Did you like the deer?" I asked.

"He was pretty."

"He had big antlers, didn't he?"

"And a brown nose!" she said.

We sat silently.

"I love you, Jana," I said. I hugged her and kissed her on the side of the head.

She turned and gave me the inscrutable look again. I took the opportunity to lean down and give her a peck on the lips. She giggled.

I put my left hand on the side of her face, sort of gently holding it and looking at her, right into her blue eyes. I brought my right hand up to her crotch and gently massaged her entire vulva. Her eyes widened when she felt me fondling her sex, but she did not try to move away, in fact, she held very still.

I moved my middle finger between her lips and started to rub her tiny clit with the pad of my fingertip. Jana half closed her eyes and relaxed against me. I let her head go and she relaxed further.

In a small voice, she said, "That feels good."

My dick had come to attention and was sticking up between her thighs and was rubbing my knuckles. I moved my finger down and pushed just a little way into her vagina. There was a sharp intake of breath and she pulled her knees up-she was still sore.

"Stings," she said.

I carefully pulled my finger out and went back to rubbing her clit. I thought she was going to end it when I felt her hand on the back of mine, but, to my delight, instead she started directing my movements. She put her feet back down and started to hump against my hand. Very quickly, she came, shuddering and catching her breath, then she relaxed and let go of my hand. Her tiny pussy was slippery but not wet. She was breathing deeply.

I let her recover for a minute of so, then said, "Now you have to make me climax."

Without talking, I moved both her hands down and put them around my cock. Then I guided them, up and down the shaft. "Rub me like that, it feels really good."

"Will you shoot that....?"

"Yeah," my voice was husky. "It's just a little bit, and it feels real nice."

Without saying a word, she continued to stroke me. She had her hands like clam shells, on either side of my cock. She would move up and over the head, then push down, moving her hands about half way down my dick before starting back up. I've never produced much pre-cum, maybe a small drop at the most, so it was just her soft cool hands lightly moving along my shaft.

Jana was leaning forward quite a bit to reach, and when I pulled her back against me, she naturally pulled my dick up against her snatch. Her legs came up and she put her feet on my thighs, just above my knees, for better balance.

With my shaft against her slit, her strokes were soon accompanied with her slightly humping, rubbing her clit against my cock.

I repositioned her hands so she was holding my cock against her belly. Now I was sliding my cock along the child's slit and the soft skin of her stomach. When I would thrust forward, my head would move up just above her belly button. I put her hands so they made a tunnel for me to slide along in.

I was again getting really turned on as she hugged my dick and humped it also. Her breath was coming in gasps and she was leaned forward, pushing my cock hard against her slit. I rubbed her nipples, they were just be-be size bumps on her chest.

When she came, I went over the edge also and fired a small stream of sperm onto her chest and stomach. More of my white goo was smeared on her tiny hands with worn blue nail polish.

When she had finished she looked down at my cock. A thin string of jiz was strung between my dick head and a big drop of semen slowly ran down her stomach to her hip. She obviously didn't know what to do with the mess on her hands, chest, and stomach.

"That was wonderful, Dear," I said. Then, "here, let's get you cleaned up."

I picked her up and carried her into the kitchen and sat the five-year-old on the counter. Then, with some paper towel, I started wiping the semen off her hands.

"Good morning." A yawning and stretching Megan walked into the room.

We must have made quite a site. Jana's stomach and chest were wet and smeared with semen, a long drop was stretching down from my semi-erect dick toward the floor. Megan just stood there, open-mouthed and Jana looked from me to her sister, not knowing if she was in trouble or not.

I knew that I needed to break the discomfort of the girls.

"Good morning Megan. What do you want for breakfast?" I know it was lame, but I needed to change the subject. Megan turned around and left, I finished cleaning up Jana, then went after Megan. She was sitting in the living room. I sat down next to her (she was naked also) and hugged her.

"Come outside, it's a beautiful morning and, earlier, there was a deer out there."

I took her hand and led her outside. We looked for the deer but could not find him. Jana joined us and soon the conversation became a lively debate between the girls about what movie to see. The crisis had passed, I now had two beautiful preteen lovers. Tonight I would fuck Megan, then, tomorrow, I would introduce the video camera. I wondered if I could get them together....

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Part 5