Pedophile's Dream Part Two

--Leslie Schmidt

The next morning, I woke up before the sun broke above the mountain across the valley. I went to the kitchen and lit the stove to make some coffee. That's what I miss most about living without electrical service-no automatic coffee makers. As the sky brightened, I waited for the coffee to perk. When I finally had a cup, I went out on the front porch and watched the sun rise.

The morning was still and there was a ground fog in the valley below. In the night, a couple of cattle had moved near the house and stood chewing near my truck. The coffee tasted great.

I reviewed my plans for the day. After breakfast, I would take the girls for a ride. Megan would use the pony I had borrowed from a friend while Jana and I would ride my elderly gelding together. I would sit her in front of me as we rode, that way I would have to have my arms around her a lot and would probably be able to cop a feel or two.

Then, after lunch, we would swim in the pond. Hopefully, they would accept the idea that we didn't need suits out here. That's when things would really start.

If things went well, I would get to fool around with one of them tonight. If things went really well, it would be Megan and, hopefully, in a few days, we'd be fucking.

Just thinking about the possibilities made my dick firm up. I was naked, as is my custom, and I thought about jerking off again but decided that I didn't want to risk being seen by the girls-at least not yet.

The sun was lighting the top of the mountain behind the house, and I was on my third cup of coffee, when I heard foot steps behind me. Jana came out and sat down on another chair.

"Good morning," I said.

"Good morning."

"Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah."

We were quiet for a few moments, then she noticed the steers.

"Oooh, cows. Hello cowy," she said as she waved.

"Do you want some juice?" I asked. "I have some apple juice."

"Yeah."

I got up and went into the kitchen. When I returned and gave her the glass she looked at me.

She looked up at me. "Why are you nakie?" she said through a giggle.

"Well, there's no one around here," I said.

She looked directly at my cock. Growing up with only her sister and mother, I may have been the first guy she had ever seen.

With a giggle she said, "What's that?"

"It's my penis." I paused. "All guys have them."

She giggled, "It looks like a ugly old turkey."

"We use it to pee," I said. "And other things."

"Boy's can pee standing up," she said.

"Yes," I said. "Do you want to see me pee?" Without waiting for a reply, I stepped to the railing and let fly off the porch. The little girl giggled as my piss splashed on the ground below.

"You're silly," she said.

I went back to my seat. There were some clouds in the distance and, as they moved, the porch was flooded with sunlight.

I leaned back in my chair, exposing as much of myself as I could to the warm sunlight.

"Ahh. The sun feels great," I said.

Jana looked me up and down.

"You should try it. Get a suntan."

The five-year-old slouched down in her chair.

"Silly." I said. "You can't get a tan with your nightie on."

The little one looked up at me, "You promise you won't tell?" she said.

"Sure." My heart was pounding in my throat.

The little girl pulled up her night gown and drew it over her head. It hit the floor next to her chair and she, again, slouched down, her legs spread to the warm sun. My dick swelled, bouncing with my pulse.

I knew that it was too soon to try anything, she had to be comfortable with me and being naked around me. Still, she was a beautiful sight with the sun lighting up her little body. I got up and went into the kitchen for another cup of coffee.

When I came back out, Jana was standing at the railing. She got right up to the edge, stood with her legs apart, bent her knees. I really didn't know what she was doing until she flared her hips and I saw the little stream of urine shoot off the porch. I started to laugh quietly to myself. As the stream died away the last drops splashed on the boards between her feet.

"Jana! What are you doing?!" Megan's voice came from behind us.

Jana turned around, "See Meg, I can pee off the porch just like Uncle Mark!"

Megan was standing in the doorway, speechless. She seemed not to know whether to angry or amused with her little sister. Then she looked at me. "Oh!." escaped her lips and she put her hands over her eyes. I could see her blushing from the shoulders up. Again I laughed.

Jana, unaware of her sister's embarrassment, ran over to her and pulled on her gown. "Megan, come look at the cows!"

"It's alright Megan," I said. "Around here we don't wear clothes all the time," I said.

Megan allowed herself to be pulled to the railing. As they went, I saw her take a side-long glance at me. She had a little smile. Now I knew it was only a matter of time before I popped the nine-year-old's cherry.

The two girls stood at the railing, the shorter one naked, the taller one in a flannel night gown that fell to just above her knees. They were little-girl knees, her legs were smooth and long, but not skinny.

The little one had very light skin. Her back was smooth and her ass was nicely rounded. The dimples which are in the small of so many women's back were missing, as where the slight concave areas on many asses. Her thighs still had some of their baby fat.

The girls walked down to the far end of the porch (it ran across the entire front of the house). There was some murmuring between the girl that I could not hear, and some giggling. Megan looked back at me a couple of times, I got the feeling they were talking about me. Then, much to my elation, Megan pulled her night gown up and over her head.

The poor picture quality of the web cam had not done her justice. Even at nine (almost ten) there was just the slightest beginning of swelling beneath her nipples. They were darker and larger than I had expected, a brownish-red aureoles, about the size of a nickel, around pea sized bumps. Her stomach was flat below her ribs, and quite muscular. Her navel was a vertical oval. Her thighs were slim but very firm looking and, between them, her slit was long and thin, just like the rest of her. Her wavy chestnut hair fell over her shoulders and down almost to her shoulder blades. While Jana was the picture of little-girl cuteness, a young girl but still a bit of a baby, Megan was at the other end, still a girl but....

"Uncle Mark, are the cows dangerous?" Megan called.

"No dear. If they don't like you, they will simply move away. Chances are, they'll come up to you and lick your hand."

The girls held hands and gingerly went down the four steps to the ground, then made there way out across the grass, stepping lightly.

Two of the younger heifers sauntered up to them, their ears forward and a curious look on there faces. Their shoulders were at about the height of Megan and they towered over Jana. I was impressed by the confidence of the girls. The first one sniffed at Megan while the other hung behind. Megan reached out and petted the cow on the side of the head. The roan cow nodded then bent her head down and sniffed at the top of Jana's head. Jana put her hand squarely in the middle of the cow's nose and was rewarded by a huge tongue licking her from the elbow to fingertips.

Jana squealed and giggled and the cow rose her head up, nodding again. Meanwhile, the other cow had come forward and, again, Jana was licked, this time on the thigh and hip. "She's tickling me!" Jana laughed.

At this point, Megan realized how much bigger the animals were than she and her sister and, taking the little girl's hand, they slowly backed away. The cows watched them, again with a curious puppy look. When they were about 10 feet away, the girls turned and ran, again laughing to the house and up the steps. Jana came bolting across the porch and launched herself into my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck and painfully landing one of her knees in my crotch.

"The cowy licked me!" she giggled.

"How did it feel?" I asked.

"Rough and sticky."

"Oh, I'm sure she really likes you. She probably thinks you're good enough to eat!" I said.

Jana's eyes got big. "She wouldn't eat me, would she?"

"No silly, cows eat grass, not little girls," I replied. "But I do!"

I lifted her up over my head and put my lips against her belly button and blew out, making a farting sound. Jana laughed and kicked. Then, I just couldn't help myself, I lifted her farther and did the same on her pussy. Again a laugh and wiggle as she pushed her hands down over her sex. "You're silly!" she said.

I lowered her down and, as I had hoped, her legs parted on either side of my hips and she straddled me. My semi-erect cock was pushing up against her kindergartner slit and ass. I held her there for a moment, savoring the feeling, then lifted her off and set her on the floor.

"I'll get you two some breakfast." I stood up, my cock was swollen and pointed down at the floor at a 45 degree angle. I took Jana's hand, Megan looked at my dick, then at my face with a wondering expression, then followed us through the door.

I made the children oatmeal and toast. They were both interested at the old style stove-top toaster. Megan asked how the refrigerator worked without electricity and I explained that it was propane, just like the stove and some of the lamps.

"Why don't you have electricity, Uncle Mark?" Jana asked.

"I live so far from the nearest power pole, just the wire to get electricity to the house would cost thousands of dollars."

"In the old days, no one had electricity," Megan added.

As I cleaned up the dishes, I explained my plans for the day to the girls (leaving out a few details). I wanted to take them up the mountain where there was a 100 mile view. I would pack a lunch and we would eat up there. Little girls have a thing for horses, I knew that there would be no objections.

About an hour later, I lifted Jana up onto my horse and then climbed up behind her. Megan was getting to know the pony, Flashlight. I knew she had had some riding lessons and, to my novice eye, she seemed to know what she was doing.

I put my arms around Jana and, holding the reins, we started off. The little girl leaned back against me, the breeze occasionally lifted her hair into my face. The old gelding sauntered along at a comfortable pace, rocking us back and forth.

After a few minutes, I asked Jana if she wanted to drive. I showed her how to hold the reins and how to tell the horse where to go. Then I put one arm around her and grabbed the saddle horn with the other. Megan was having a lot of fun exploring off the trail as we made our way up the side of the mountain.

Nonchalantly, I moved my hand down from the saddle horn into Jana's lap, she didn't seem to notice. When the horse jerked while stepping over some uneven ground, I used the opportunity to push my hand deeper, now cupping her pussy. It was a little uncomfortable, having the child sitting on my hand, squeezing it between her jeans and the hard leather of the saddle, and my swelling dick was also a little uncomfortable.

I pulled my hand out from under the child and pushed myself back, opening the space between us. It was difficult, but I managed to reposition my dick so it was up, then I slid back forward against the girl. Now my firm cock was against her ass and back. Again, I lifted her up a little and put my hand between her legs. Jana didn't seem to notice.

As we continued along, I started to gently squeeze Jana's snatch with the movements of the horse. Megan was in front of us, following the well worn track. Jana started breathing harder and I felt her tensing and relaxing her legs with my squeezing. My dick got rock hard against her butt.

It was good that my old horse knew the way so well, because the little girl soon lost all interest in driving. She was beginning to hump against my hand and was even leaning forward. I was amazed that she would be so unabashed about pleasuring herself, I think she really wasn't thinking about where she was and whose hand was in her crotch.

Next, she leaned way forward, putting her hands on the horse's shoulders and bent her knees, almost lifting herself off the saddle. She was humping up and down, moving her denim clad ass up and down my equally covered cock. The last thing I wanted to do was break her concentration, so I kept messaging her through her jeans to the rocking of the horse. She humped against my hand and broke the rhythm with a sharp intake of breath. At the same time, her movements overtook me and I spugged in my pants. I could feel the wetness of my sperm soaking my under shorts. The five-year-old pushed hard against my hand, then sank down, relaxing. She leaned back against me for a couple of minutes. I had taken my hand away and, again, held the reins. She turned and looked over her shoulder at me, I'm not sure what her expression said. Whether she knew what had happened or not, I do not know, I couldn't tell whether it was a "There, did you enjoy that?" or a "That was good," or a "What do you want?" I just looked down at her and smiled as if nothing had happened.

I calmed down over the next few minutes as the trail became progressively steeper. Eventually, we had to dismount and lead the horses up the trail. After walking about a half mile, we reached the top. The view was well over 100 miles, it was a beautifully clear day. After eating our lunch and exploring some, we headed back. After the steep section, we got back in the saddles.

With the horse moving down hill, I kept sliding forward and pushing Jana uncomfortably against the saddle horn. Unfortunately, I had to move her behind me. However, the feeling of her little arms around me, her body leaning up against my back, was wonderful. I just wished that she knew to reach down and take my cock in her little hands. I also knew that if I pushed her hands to me, it would scare her away.

After we got down into the valley, we got off for a potty break. The girls disappeared behind a tree while I watered some shrubbery. We drank some water, then resumed the trip. I could see that Megan was getting a little saddle weary.

Now, with us on level ground again, I had Jana sit in front of me. We moved along at a comfortable pace as she dozed. Megan had moved along ahead of us. The feeling of her little body against me was such a turn-on. Again, my dick hardened against her back side. I pushed my hand down again and, Oh my God, her pants were undone! I guess she hadn't gotten them buttoned up properly. When I pushed my hand down along her front, my hand slid over her cotton panties and inside her jeans.

Jana woke up when she felt my finger running along her slit outside her panties. I felt her stiffen and I held my hand still. Again, she turned around and looked up at me with that inscrutable expression. She turned back and, slowly, started to rock up and down on my hand.

I couldn't believe it! I had my hand in this lovely five-year- old's pants and she wanted it! I started rubbing her tiny pus through the thin panties. Blood was pounding in my ears as I moved my finger along her clit, a tiny hard nub under a thin vale soft fabric. I could feel the growing wetness as Jana's breath deepened. She was, by now, unabashedly humping my hand.

I took a chance and pulled my hand up, then slipped it under the elastic of her pantie's waistline. Her skin was amazingly smooth and soft. She lifted up to let me push my hand deep between her legs.

Her slit was wet with her preteen pussy juices. My finger slipped easily along the hairless crease and over her clit. I pushed my fingertip through the tiny inner lips and into her vagina. I pushed in only to my first knuckle until I pushed against her cherry. Then I pulled back and returned to her clit. The little girl was becoming more and more energetic, pushing hard against my hand and humping back and forth as she built toward her second orgasm of the day. As she humped, I let her slide along my finger. I flexed the tip and felt my finger slide into her, then she would pull back and my finger would slide out and over her clit. Again, she would hump forward, her breathing turning into small moans.

She broke her rhythm as she was overwhelmed. She humped hard, shoving forward and my finger slid deep inside her. I felt her cherry give and my finger went deep into the five-year-old. Jana cried out in pain and ecstasy with her ruptured virginity. She pulled back but I kept my finger inside her. She rocked faster and I felt the walls of her tiny preteen pussy spasming, squeezing down on my finger. She whimpered as she came, but it seemed she couldn't control her movements as she continued humping against me, moving my finger back and forth in her freshly opened and bloody pussy. She slowly came down from her climax.

She leaned back against me, she was drenched with sweat. A tear was moving down her cheek and I wiped it away. Her breathing slowed. I pulled my hand out, my finger was stained red. Again, she started to cry.

"Shush, shush, Jana. It's OK. You're just fine," I whispered in her ear.

Jana lifted up and looked down her front. "I'm bleeding," she said.

"It's stopped now and it'll never happen again. It will never hurt again."

"You promise," she said.

"Honey, I know. Now your sex is opened up. It won't hurt next time."

She sobbed a couple of times, smeared her nose against her palm.

We rode on in silence for a few minutes. "Did you cut me?"

"No honey. There's a little flap of skin in you down there. It broke when my finger went in side you. That happens the first time a girl has something inside her like that."

"Oh." She said.

We continued on. "Why did you put your finger inside my pe-pe?"

I was unsure about how much the child knew about sex, but my guess was very little.

"That opening is called your vagina and it leads up into your womb where babies grow. Rubbing there feels really good, that's why I rubbed you, I wanted to make you feel good. I didn't mean to put my finger inside you-that was an accident when you moved."

I paused for a couple of moments. "I'm sorry it hurt you."

Again, Jana turned around and looked at me. She turned back forward. "That's OK. It felt really good too."

"I'm glad you liked it. Next time, it won't hurt like that."

"It doesn't hurt any more."

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