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'

Roller Coaster Ride Part III

-Leslie Schmidt

On Tuesday, John found me during the lunch break. I was up high on one of the rigs, installing some fiber optic cable that day and we sat down together to eat.

"So, Lindy says you two had a lot of fun together," he said. "You really didn't have to spend so much money on her taking her up to Six Flags. I'll pay you for it.

"Oh, don't worry about it; I had a great time too. Lindy and I really get along well."

"Ya, looks that way, I watched the film."

My guts turned upside down and my heart started pounding.

John smiled. "Lindy crawled into bed with me last night. God, I've never had..." he broke off with a smile, shaking his head. "I've been trying to put her off for a couple of years but last night.... Well, when we were done I asked her where she learned all that and who popped her cherry, then she showed me the film."

While I was very relieved that John wasn't going to try to throw me off the rig (it's about a 100-foot fall), I was also uncomfortable with the conversation. When I could, I changed the subject. When the "GET BACK TO WORK" horn sounded, John got up.

"You're coming over for the game tonight, the AL East ought to be about decided," he asked.

"Love to. I'll bring the beer."

The game started at about 6. I showed up with a 12 pack and a bucket of chicken. I knew that Lindy was at dance lessons and would be home in about an hour, so John and I built a pile of bones and left a few dead solders on the coffee table as the game wore on. Lindy came bouncing through the door and sat down, munching on a drumstick to watch the game with us. When she reached into the carton and pulled out a beer she looked at her dad. He just nodded so she cracked it and took a long drag.

About three innings later there were more empties than bottles still in the carton and we had killed at least two chickens. The game was slow as it always gets around the fifth.

Lindy got up and walked in front of the TV. "Can I show you my dance?" she asked.

"Sure honey," her dad answered.

Her outfit was, well, strange. She was wearing a pair of short black cotton shorts, no fly, just and elastic band. But under them she had on what looked like a pair of black pantyhose except that the only went down to her calves, Capri-pants length. On top she was wearing a black sports bra.

Lindy sashayed across the room to the stereo and put in a tape that had been in her gym bag. She pushed a button and the room was filled with some sort of rap pounding. Lindy started dancing in the middle of the room, making some classic dance steps but, it seemed to me, she was making her moves up. She soon settled into a bump and grind.

Her moves were really sexy; they looked to have been pulled straight off the runway at a New Orleans strip club. After about two minutes, she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her shorts and started to slowly pull them down. As she pulled them over her ass, she bent over in front of her father and planted a kiss on his forehead. Then she moved over to me and stuck her ass in my face as her shorts worked down her thighs. The panty things she was wearing were see-through, so I could see her ass crack and, below, her pussy lips. When she turned around, her wonderful crack was visible through the dark material. Then she backed up away from the sofa John and I were sitting on and continued dancing. Her nipples were hard, showing through her top. As she danced, she slowly pulled her top off over her head. When she was free of it, she threw it to her dad, then followed it by blowing him a kiss. John smiled.

Lindy danced over to me, dancing to the pounding music. As she swung her hips and stuck out her chest in front of me, she slowly started to pull her hose down. First she worked them down to just above her slit, then she went off spinning across the room, stopping in front of John. Then she turned around and stuck her ass into his face as she worked the hose over her butt, swinging her bare cheeks in his face. Keeping her panties at the same level, she came back to me and then pulled them down, free of her pussy, gathering them around her thighs. She backed away, bending forward while pointing at me. Then she worked her hose off and threw them aside. Then she came back to me and started pulling on my shirt. I let her lift it off over my head. Then, as she backed away, she ran her hand over my hard tool under my shorts. Then she went over to her father, still bumping and grinding. She pulled his shirt off in the same way but, this time, she lingered while rubbing his cock.

John's pants were straining to hold in his cock as Lindy rubbed it through his jeans. When she started working at his belt, he slouched down on the couch. She undid his belt and worked his fly. John reached down and helped. When she pulled his pants free of his hips, his cock sprung free, bouncing up to point straight at the roof. Lindy grabbed it with both hands and started to jerk it off. Then she leaned forward and took him into her mouth, sucking her father. John laid his head back and sighed.

When the music stopped, Lindy looked up at her father; "I'm going to fuck you Daddy."

She stood up, straddled her fathers enraged prick, and lowered herself, sliding him into her preteen pussy. She raised and lowered herself, pushing him in and out of her as he started humping up into her. She looked over at me; "I want to suck your cock while I fuck my daddy."

I stood up and walked over to her, standing next to her with my dick even with her ear. She took me in her mouth and sucked while she bounced up and down on her sire. Cum quickly built behind my dick, as I'm sure it was in John.

"Let's do her on the table," I said to him.

"We can do that," he replied.

I stepped back and John, his ten-year-old daughter supported on his dick, stood up and walked to the dining table. He sat her on the top. I went to the other side of the table and reached across and pulled her onto her back. "What are you - oh!" she said as I lay her across the table on her back. Her face was even with my cock as she hung it over the edge. I pushed it into her mouth while John started humping into her child cunt. A couple of times I humped deep into her mouth, banging up against the back of her throat. She pulled back. "That hurts Les, I'm sorry." I was more careful as I watched John's dick moving in and out of her.

Lindy reached up over her head and pushed me away. Then she looked at her dad. "I want you to cum all over my face."

John looked at me, "Let's switch."

He went around one end of the table while I walked around the other, my dick bouncing with my steps.

We got in position, John holding his daughter's head as she hung it over the table, me between her legs looking at her hairless slit, slick with juices, waiting for me.

"Do you want to taste your pussy juice Lindy?" John asked.

Lindy gave him an upside down nod.

As John pushed his cock into his daughter's mouth, I pushed into her vagina. John let out a hissing sound as he watched his dick disappear. I felt the glorious smooth warmth of he preteen cunt, so tight around my tool. Lindy arched her back and groaned as she took two cocks.

John, while not small, is quite a bit smaller than me. His dick is about eight inches and as thick as a broom handle. Lindy easily took him into her mouth, not needing to strain her jaw.

"Do you think you can deep throat me?" John asked.

Around his cock, Lindy grunted "Ah huh."

John held each side of her head and slowly pushed his dick deeper into Lindy's mouth. When he was in about four inches he stopped, then pulled back a little. Lindy relaxed onto the table. Then John pushed deeper into her, slowly pushing past the back of her mouth and down her throat. Her neck swelled around her windpipe as he pushed into her. At the same time I pushed in as far as I could. Lindy was being filled with cock from both ends. As her father humped, she began humping to meet my thrusts, pulling her legs up and pinning me between her knees just under my armpits. As the cum built up in my balls, I pushed her legs down to give me a better view of my dick sliding in and out of her snatch. John kept humping into her face, occasionally pushing in so deep that Lindy's chin was buried in his curly pubic hair.

Suddenly John pulled out and jerked his cock. He fired a rope of cum into her open mouth, then into her face. He kept pulling and more of his white jez flew across Lindy's chin and onto her shoulders and throat. I pulled my cock out of her cunt and started rubbing it along her slit. Then I came, shooting across her belly and on to her chest. More of my cum filled her slit and the creases between her thighs and thick lips.

Lindy was drenched with sperm. It covered her face, clung in her hair and was smeared around her mouth. Drops ran down the sides of her neck and more was smeared on her flat little girl chest. Her navel held a pool of white, more was on her belly and the folds and creases of her pussy were full of the white stuff. Her chest and stomach raised and lowered with her panting.

Then the front door opened. A lovely woman with long dark hair stood in the doorway with a five-year-old girl.

The little girl had a look of wonder and consternation on her face. The woman just looked bemused. Lindy rolled off the table and headed down the hall. The little girl followed.

The woman said,"So, how do you say 'busted?'?"

From down the hall the little girl could be heard saying, "Who's the man Lindy, and what's all that gooey stuff?"

John and I just stood there, cum still dripping from our dicks. "Ah, Les, this is Maria. Maria, Les Poulin."

Maria walked in and closed the door. "I'm glad to meet you, you won't mind if I don't shake your hand." She paused for a moment. "So you're the guy who John set up with Lindy?"

"Hi." I said. I was not sure what to make of what was being said. From down the hall the sound of the shower could be heard. The little girl came back into the room.

"This is Claudette," Maria said.

It's kind of strange to be introduced to a five-year-old while standing naked, cunt juices and cum smeared on your cock and in your pubic hair.

The little girl just looked at me, then turned to John. "Why are you nakky?"

"Ah-well-we're just getting dressed," he said.

John walked back to the couch and started pulling on his jeans. He threw me my shorts and shirt. We got dressed while Maria took Claudette into the kitchen.

She gave us enough time to get our clothes on while they went through the fridge. Food distracted the little girl, she came out munching on a Pop Tart and her mother had a wine cooler. Claudette went back down the hall while Maria sized up the pile of bones and empty bottles.

"Looks like you two were having an awful lot of fun," she said. Then she turned to me. "John told me that he was having you watch Lindy." She turned to John. "I guess your little girl has grown up a lot over the past few days." John just looked uncomfortable. "Ya know, I should be jealous. But I guess I can deal with it as long as your daughter doesn't start spending every night in your bed."

"Honey, I'm sorry," John said. "You know she's been after me for a year now. I thought this would help."

I was beginning to feel a little left out, but I didn't know whether I should be insulted, mad, amused, relieved or....what. I also was at a complete loss for words. It had dawned on me earlier that John had set me up with Lindy, hoping that I would be the one to introduce her to sex. I had never dreamed that he intended that I be a partner for her that would keep her sexual appetites from interfering with his relationship with his girl friend. This was really too much!

"Well Les, do you think you can keep Lindy out of bed with her father?" Maria asked.

I realized that I had my mouth open.

The moment was broken when Lindy and Claudette came into the room.

Lindy was in her white bikini and Claudette was in a one piece made of the same material. "Dad, we're getting in the hot tub."

"Sure, honey. We may join you in a few."

The girls disappeared out the glass doors. After that, the subject changed as Maria, John and I cleaned up. John went out and talked to the girls, then came back with their preferences. Pizza was ordered.

The three of us sat back down in the living room and continued with the game and beer. After about five minutes, Maria got up to check on the girls. When she came back, she put her finger to her lips and whispered, "The girls are at it again."

John suppressed a smile and quietly got out of his seat. The two of them tiptoed into the kitchen, then John motioned for me to follow. I went quietly behind them. They were peeking through the window on to the patio. I looked and caught my breath.

Claudette and Lindy were in the spa. Claudette appeared to be sitting on Lindy's lap. Lindy's top was on the side of the pool and Claudette's one-piece was floating opposite the girls. Claudette had her legs bent so her knees just broke the surface and she seemed to have her arms behind her, between her back and Lindy. Lindy had her arms wrapped around Claudette and, from their position; it was obvious that her hands were in Claudette's lap. Both girls were bouncing up and down in the water, breathing hard. Claudette had her head thrown back against Lindy's shoulder; Lindy was nuzzling Claudette's neck. They were obviously building to a crescendo. I was rather engrossed in the preteen lesbian show and I didn't notice what was going on next to me. Maria's gasp caused me to look.

We were all leaning over a countertop, peering out the window. John had his arm around Maria and had pushed his hand in through the armhole of her tank top and was feeling her right tit. She was rubbing him through his jeans. Maria looked at me and smiled. "You're kind of the odd man out here. Why don't you go out and join them?

"Ah, sure....Ah, are you sure you don't mind?"

"Just don't try to fuck Claudette, she's too small."

I walked onto the patio just as both girls came, hugging each other tight as they had a mutual orgasm. Claudette stopped and pulled away from Lindy when she saw me. She reached for her suit.

"Don't worry silly, he won't mind," Lindy said to Claudette. "Are you going to join us?"

"If you don't mind." I responded as I pulled off my shirt and dropped my shorts. Claudette stared at my semi-ridged cock as I walked the remaining distance to the spa and stepped in. "This water's really nice." I said as I sat down.

"I don't think Claudette has ever seen a cock before," Lindy said. Claudette was silent. "Here, Les, let me show Claudette a cock," she pulled on me. I stood up. My dick was only about two feet in front of the girls. Lindy was smiling while Claudette had a somewhat bewildered expression on her face.

Lindy slid over to me and took me in her hand. "See this, this is a cock. It's what a man uses to pee, but he also uses it to squirt semen inside you. If he squirts it up in your slit, it feels real good. Les here also likes to squirt it in your mouth." The handling and the talk was getting me pretty aroused, by now my dick was sticking out, almost fully erect. "These sacks down here are called balls," Lindy continued. She gently cupped them. "This is where the little spermies are made that he squirts. Here, if you feel them, you can feel the balls in the sack."

Lindy took Claudette's hand and led it to my sack. She gently squeezed and moved my balls around, pleasure shot through me and my dick reached its full 10 inches, bouncing slightly with my pounding heart. The Lindy pointed out the different parts of my cock, how the skin moved back and forth on the shaft and how the head was so sensitive.

"Now, let me show you how you suck cock," Lindy said. She took me in her mouth and started sucking. Moving me in and out, then licking the underside and head. By now, my breath was ragged and my knees were becoming weak. Then she had Claudette suck me. Her mouth was a lot smaller, and her teeth scraped the top and bottom of my bulb as she sucked and bobbed. The cum was building inside me.

As I approached orgasm, Lindy told Claudette to jerk my cock while holding her mouth open over the head. "Here it comes girls," I called as the little five-year-old did just as she was told. I heard a noise from the kitchen and looked up to see Maria's face in the window, contorted with her own orgasm while John, standing behind her, rammed into Claudette's mother from behind. I looked down at the kindergartner and shot my load into her waiting open mouth. She closed her mouth and my next stream of semen splattered in her face, covering her nose and in both eyes. "Suck it!" Lindy said and Claudette opened her mouth and shoved my dong deep. I fired again into her and felt the contracting of her throat as she swallowed my sperm.

Claudette fell back laughing; "Oooooooo....that was yucky!" sitting back down on the seat. Her face was covered with white jez. A drop ran out of the side of her mouth and down her chin. One of her nostrils was full of white goo, as was her right eye. More of the goo clung to her dark hair next to her face. She wiped her face, then looked up at me and smiled. "Wow!"

"Not as much fun as when I return the favor, darling," I said. I looked at Maria and she gave me thumbs up. "Lindy, I'm going to lick this little girl's pussy," I said. "Do you want to help?"

"Ya!" was the response.

I lifted Claudette up and sat her on the edge of the spa. I put my hands on her knees and gently pushed her legs apart, exposing her tiny cleft for Lindy and I to see. Claudette was about four feet tall and had long, thick dark hair. Her eyes are very dark brown, almost black, her mouth small and her lips dark. Her body had the straight lines of a child; there was no flair to her hips yet. Her slit was also small, just a crease with the hood running down the middle.

I spread her legs and kneeled between them. When I ran my tongue along her slit, she sighed, leaning back on her elbows. She tasted of the chlorine in the spa. Her tiny clit grew stiff, just a hard bump between her lips. She started humping and breathing harder.

"Let me do that," Lindy said as she elbowed me hard and tried to push me out of the way.

I moved over and let Lindy go to work. She dove into the five- year-old pussy with abandon, rapidly moving her tongue along Claudette's slit and pushing it between the tiny inner lips. At one point, she completely covered her mons with her mouth.

I looked up and saw John, video recorder in hand, filming the incredible scene. Maria came over and knelt next to her daughter and kissed her. She began rubbing her, massaging her shoulders and neck. Claudette was writhing, gasping for air. Maria kissed one of her nipples, then the other, then went back and started frenching Claudette. The little girl was now laying on her back, humping hard into Lindy's face, one arm around her mother's neck, the other hand massaging her mother's left tit. She started to moan loudly. Then, quite suddenly, she seemed to convulse. She threw her arms and legs straight out. At the same moment she threw her head back and arched her back. Again, she convulsed, this time screaming, "Ohhh!" She shook a third time, then fell back, oblivious.

Lindy looked up from her position between her legs; Claudette's thighs were on Lindy's shoulders, her legs dangling down behind her back, "Well, she seemed to enjoy that!"

The doorbell rang. "Pizza!!" Lindy called and she ran into the living room with a towel. We left Claudette lying next to the spa and went to watch through the windows in the kitchen. Lindy rummaged through her dad's pants for his wallet and pulled out some money, then went and peeked out the window. She giggled, then wrapped the towel around her. She went to the door and let the delivery boy in. He looked to be sixteen or seventeen. "That's one of the neighborhood kids," John said. "He lives in the next block."

The boy took the pizza boxes out of the insolating carrier and gave them to Lindy. She carried them toward the kitchen. There was a short intake of breath from John when Lindy's towel slipped off her to the floor. She calmly placed the pizzas in the counter, then turned around and, faining embarrassment, giggled "Excuse me." She picked up the towel, after ensuring that the boy had gotten a good look at her entire body, and wrapped it back around herself. The boy was obviously shocked and embarrassed. His face was turning every shade of red. Lindy gave him the money and giggled, "Thank you," as he bolted for the door. After the door was closed, Lindy dropped the towel and walked into the kitchen. She smiled at us, knowing that we had just watched her display, "Come get pizza!"

The next day at work, I was told that, because of a sudden illness, I had been assigned to the installation crew of a new rig which would be towed out the next day. I spent the rest of the day in a mad rush getting my house closed up. All I was able to do was call John and Lindy and tell them good bye for the next 6 weeks.

About a month into that job, I was offered a position in the Persian Gulf, in the United Arab Emirates. The money was well up in six figures, I couldn't refuse. I would have two weeks back in Texas before leaving. When I got home, John told me that Lindy had fallen in love with the Pizza delivery boy, so I didn't push anything when I saw her, and she didn't either. We parted one evening with a friendly hug and kiss.

That was eighteen months ago. The work in the UAE was hard- but it did have some benefits. The corporate whore house, populated with young women from Thailand and the Philippines, was fun. However, the youngest girl I ever found there was 17.

Next came my current position in Siberia. I am watching my bank account work its way toward seven figures. I am also learning that the Russians have all sorts of way to keep warm at night when it's forty below-especially the young girls. That's a story for another time.