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'

Seven-year-old Nympho Part I

-Leslie Schmidt

Soon after 9/11, my sister was called to active duty. She had been in the reserves for a few years and never really expected to be called up, but she did not question the need for her to serve. She is a single mom and I had watched her daughter when she drilled on weekends. We had also arranged that I would take care of Brittany if Jo were called up. So, I moved out of the dorms at the University I attend and moved into Jo's apartment. The arrangement was good, even saving me a little money as I now could live rent-free.

Brit and I have been close since she was born. Her deadbeat father had left when she was two, and I became an occasional surrogate. A male junior in college, taking care of a seven-year-old is unusual but not unheard of. I had been spending summers and vacations with Jo and Brit, so we adjusted easily to the new arrangement. Brit really missed her mother but, as she put it once, "It's like mommy's on a really long drill weekend."

Brit is a very quiet seven-year-old. In fact, quiet is not nearly strong enough a word. She is reserved. She doesn't hide, and will talk openly and directly when engaged, but she never babbles. I don't think I have ever had to tell her to quiet down. She has short blonde hair and a pretty face; all in all she is generally normal. She has the usual collection of dolls and stuffed animals. Her relationship with the family cat is strained. She really wants to love the poor beast but, as always happens, a middle-aged tomcat finds the love of a little girl a bit too demanding. After a few minutes of her affection, he will run off with his tail twitching. I was to learn that the love of this seven-year-old was a bit much for a twenty-two year old man!

Brit and I settled into a regular daily routine of school, meals, and chores- life normal. We spent most evenings home. Brit would watch TV while I studied. Her bedtime was 10; I usually studied until around midnight. One evening I was sitting on the sofa reading while Brit watched a cartoon channel. I had my legs stretched out in front of me, crossed at the ankle. Brit was sitting astride my feet, watching TV and playing with a doll. She started rocking back and forth on my leg; I really didn't pay much attention until I noticed that she was getting a little bit rough. That's when I started watching her. She was holding the toe of my shoe, pulling it against her tummy and rocking back and forth, grinding the top of my foot into her crotch. She was masturbating with my foot!

Her movements got more and more persistent and her breathing harder as her hair started to stick to the back of her neck. I found the whole thing kind of amusing but I was also turned on by the show. My tool started to firm under my 505's. Soon Brit caught her breath a couple of times and then stopped. I guess she had cum. She just kept watching the cartoon as if nothing had happened. Thinking about it, I realized that she masturbated while watching TV fairly often. More than once I had come into the living room during Saturday morning cartoons and seen her laying on her belly with her hands under her, rocking back and forth. I just didn't connect what she was doing.

When the cartoon was over I sent her off for her bath and to get ready for bed, but this time I followed her into the bathroom. She pulled off her tee shirt and then started the bathtub filling. Then she striped off her shorts and panties. Brit is about four feet tall and has short dirty blonde hair. She was well tanned in the summer, but by now most of the gold in her skin had faded. You could still see where her bathing suit covered (she had a one piece) and the skin on her butt and chest was white. Veins formed the shadow of a spider web under the skin on her chest and on the front of her hips. I had seen her naked many times and had always admired the beauty of her form. She was not fat or skinny. The barest outlines of her ribs could be seen on her sides. Her butt was nicely rounded but still firm. In front, she had full pussy lips, now they were a little red after their workout. Her nipples were pink nubs; it would be a while before they started to develop into breasts. When she squatted down in the tub to adjust the water temperature, I got a glimpse of her clit.

The next evening (it was Thursday), I picked up a movie for us to watch. This evening I sent her to bath before we started the movie, so we sat down to watch with her wearing a nightee and panties. After a few minutes she crawled into my lap. Again, I was reading for a class. After a few minutes I positioned her so she was sitting astride my knee, facing away from me. When there was a couple of cartoon Arabs running across the desert on camels, I started bouncing my knee up and down with the music. Brit giggled and started pretending that she was riding a camel too, bouncing with my knee. A couple of minutes later, I stretched out my legs, again crossing my ankles. Brit slid down my shin and kneeled with my foot between her legs. When a cute song came on, I started moving my foot with the music and we were off to the races! I was surprised at how quickly Brit stared getting herself off. She even pulled her nightgown up so the only things between my ankle and her slit were the thin cotton panties. Over the next twenty minutes she must have cum three times. Her panties were very damp against my skin. Meanwhile, my rod had pushed up against my gym shorts, its' outline was clearly visible. When she got up, I could see that she noticed it, she gave it a sort of strange look, obviously not knowing what to think. When she looked at my face, I pretended to be engrossed in my book. After she had gone to bed, I must have shot a quart of sperm when I jacked off.

On Friday, I must admit, I set the situation up. I had spent the day in a horny, nervous state. I was actually glad that I didn't currently have a girl friend. I got home before the school bus dropped off Brit and went to her room. Just as I had suspected, there were only two pairs of panties in her drawers. These found their way into the clothes hamper. We went out for pizza and then did some grocery shopping, arriving home at about eight. Brit watched some TV while I put the food away and then I popped a disc in the DVD. I had put a lot of thought into the movie and decided on a silly comedy that both she and I would like. When that one was over, I sent Brit off to bath. About a half-hour later she came back. She was naked, carrying a nightgown. She complained that there were no panties in her drawer. I told her that they must all be in the laundry and that we would wash in the morning, but for now she could wear her nightee only. Brit accepted this and sat down on my lap for the second movie. This one was a little more grown up, but was still ok for a second grader. It was not long before Brit was masturbating on my ankle again, but this time there was nothing between us. Her smooth skin felt great, and her wetness surprised me. I had once heard that, "Little girls don't get wet, they just get sticky." Whoever said that never met Brittany.

After she had cum the first time I pulled her up onto my knee. She reached down to steady herself and put her hand right on my stiff cock. She pulled it away. I told her it was OK, and put her hand back on my member. I was wearing a pair of shorts that were held up with elastic and a drawstring. They are made out of a soft fabric and are quite loose fitting.

"Why is it hard like that?" she asked?

"Well, it's the same as when you get all tingly when you're bouncing on my foot." I said.

She giggled and looked embarrassed.

"Here, let me show you." I pulled off my shirt and then lifted up and pulled down my shorts. My dick sprang up. Brit looked at it with a wry expression.

"Mommy told me that they get like that when people have sex," she said.

"That's true. It happened because you were rubbing your privates against me. Do you like rubbing yourself like that?" I asked.

"I don't know," she said, smiling.

"Has Jo told you about masturbation?"

"Mas-tur-ba-tion," she sounded out the word. "What's that?"

"When you rub yourself watching TV."

Brit looked even more embarrassed, but I decided to plow forward anyway. "Men and women rub each other like that too, it really makes you feel good."

She looked at my cock, which was softening, slowly dropping down towards my balls.

"Let my show you. Can I rub you?"

Brit shrugged, "OK."

I pulled her nightgown off over her head and then sat her down astride my left knee, facing away from me. I ran my hands up her sides and over her chest, gently rubbing her nipples. Then I pulled her back against me, sandwiching my dick between her and my stomach. She let out a little sigh when I started running my finger up and down her slit. Soon she was humping into my hand as I stroked her stiff little clit. She was getting more and more turned on, breathing hard. As I rubbed her slit she got surprisingly wet and I started pushing my finger in between her lips and into her little cunt, then pulling out as I moved up to her clit. I was having real trouble not blowing my wad on her back when she grunted and shuddered. As she came, I pushed my index finger into her vagina, up to the second knuckle. She was sweaty and sort of melted against me. I kept my finger in her pussy, but did not move it. My balls were about to explode but, with Superman effort, I kept from cumming myself. She lay against me, panting.

"Did you like that?" I asked.

"Ya," she murmured.

"Would you make me cum?" I asked. "Do you know what happens when a man cums?

"I'm not sure," she replied with a sort of wondering expression in her voice.

"Here, let me show you something," I said. I stood her up and showed her my penis. "When a man cums, he squirts some white sticky stuff. Not a lot, just a tablespoon or so."

"Do you pee?" she asked.

"It's not the same thing," I said. "It's semen. It's what starts a baby growing in a woman's belly. But you're too young; you can't have babies yet. Any way, I would have to cum up inside your slit, and yours is too small for me to fit. But you can rub me and make me cum."

"Ok," she said. She reached down and started to stroke my dick. I told her to wrap her hands around it and run them up and down the shaft, concentrating on the head. I told her that, when I started to cum, to keep going until I said to stop. She watched my face as she stroked my dick. She was giving me a passable hand job when I got an idea.

"Let me make you cum too," I said. I turned her around and sat her down on my lap. My dick was between her legs, extending out in front of her. She was straddling my dick, just like she had been doing with my foot. "Let me rub you with my penis, then we can both cum." I said. She knew exactly what to do.

I started humping, the top of my dick moving against her slit. She reached down, pushing my dick against her slit and bouncing up and down. She held my dick so the head was against her belly. The wetness of her little girl pus made everything slippery as she pulled on my dick with both hands while grinding her clit against my rod. She started breathing harder, as did I, the pressure building in my balls. She leaned back against me; my face was above her shoulder in her hair. I could look down across her chest and see her hands cupping my dick against the smooth skin of her stomach. Her nipples were standing out above her flat chest. I caressed them, running the pad of my finger in circles around one while I rolled the other between my forefinger and thumb. She started to pant as we humped. She would pull up on my dick and push back with her hips. At the same time, I would thrust forward, rubbing my cock head between her hands and belly. Then she lifted her legs up, putting a foot on top of each of my knees. We must have made for quite a sight and the thought of setting up a camera some time ran through my mind. She broke out in a sweat as the cum boiled in my balls. With a short intake of breath, Brit came. At the same time I blew my load into her hands and onto her belly, firing seven or ten times. Some drops of jez even shot across her chest and onto her shoulder. She pushed the top of my dick against her hairless cunt; the lips spread wide to allow her clit to slide along my tool. She shuddered over and over again, having multiple orgasms. Her pussy juices and my cum mixed to make her slide easily back and forth along my shaft. She just kept humping, sliding my dick along her slit. I was long past climax and she was still going! She was rocked by one orgasm after another. From deep in her throat, a slow growl, maybe a moan, came as she experienced orgasm after orgasm.

Finally, after what must have been two minutes of constant climax, she settled down, melting against me. Her breaths came in short pants. Her hair was sweaty and matted. Meanwhile, that feeling of relaxation ran through me. I had fired an enormous load of jiz across her belly and onto her chest. I cuddled her. Her whole front was wet with my cum, her sweat, and pussy juices. Her hair was stringy with sweat.

"Damn, we need to take a shower after that." I said.

I took her into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Once I had the temperature adjusted, we got in, but nothing really clicked. I guess Brit just didn't realize the possibilities: she didn't really respond when I soaped her back and her chest. I was not willing to force anything on her, so we showered off and got out. After drying ourselves off, Brit said she wanted to go to bed, so I let her go.

After she had been in bed for about five minutes, I went in and sat down next to her. I had put my shirt and shorts back on; she was covered under the blankets.

"Brit, are you OK?"

"Ya," she answered.

I was really afraid that she felt bad about what we did, I certainly did not want her to be scared of me or what I might do to her.

"Did you like what we did? Are you feeling good?" I asked.

"Don't worry, Tommy. I know that you could get in a lot of trouble." She paused. "At school they said that it's bad if anyone does that-but I liked it. Was it bad?"

"No darling. It's not bad if it's what you want. Did you like doing that?"

"Yes. It was wonderful." We sat in silence for half a minute. Then she said, "Would you do it again?"

I was totally shocked! Had I awakened a little nympho? I reached under the covers and was surprised to find that she was naked. I started running my finger along her slit and watched as she closed her eyes and started to breathe harder. I pushed my finger into her vagina. She formed an "O" with her lips and writhed under the blanket. I pulled the covers off of her and watched her smooth pre-pubescent form rock as I fingered her bald pussy. Her nipples were contracted and stiff, just dark bebes on her white chest. Her smooth white belly passed down to her completely hairless crack. Her pussy lips opened for my finger to run between them. Brit had fat lips, her slit extended up in front; it was more than just a little crease between her legs.

Our earlier workout had slowed me down, and my dick was firm but not fully erect. I knew from experience that it would be a while longer before I could really get off again, so I decided that I would do my best to make Brit happy. I leaned down and kissed her left nipple. Then I ran my tongue around the other one while pushing my finger deep into her seven-year-old pussy. I could tell she really enjoyed this. Brit wrapped one arm around my neck, holding my face to her chest, and she pushed my other hand harder against her pus. I finger fucked her, pushing my finger in and out as she breathed harder and rocked against me. It was obvious that this little girl knew what she wanted and was not at all abashed about getting it.

I got up and moved to kneel between her legs. While I was up, I stripped off my clothes. When I moved back onto the bed, she didn't know what I was doing, and I had to tell her to spread her legs for me to position myself. As soon as I started licking her snatch she started to uncontrollably hump her hairless pus into my face. She bent her knees, pulling them up to give me the best access to her. I ran my arms up under her, lifting her whole body below her shoulders as I tongued her clit. When I pushed my tongue into her vagina, she humped hard into my face and let out a very loud "Ahhhh!" I had heard of "screamers" before, but I had never dreamed of one that was seven. Her orgasm continued as I tongue fucked her. Her pussy juices ran down my chin. She had a mild womanly taste-really pleasant. My tongue ached after what must have been three minutes of sustaining her orgasm. Finally she stopped cumming and relaxed.

I lay down next to her. By now my dick was at full attention and I started humping against her thigh. I figured that, at the very least, I could get off on her incredibly smooth and soft skin. She reached down and held my tool, allowing me to slide it between her hand and thigh.

"Brit, it would be really great if you would suck me." I said. Immediately I regretted saying that, I didn't know what she would do.

She lifted herself up and looked at me. With that wry smile I had seen earlier, she said, "Ok."

I rolled onto my back as Brit scootch down to my loins. She took my dick in her hand and started to suck on the head. I was amazed at how she seemed to know exactly what to do. I humped into her face and felt my cock-head hit the back of her throat. She pulled back, but then sucked me right back into her mouth.

"When I cum, just swallow it and keep sucking until I stop you." I said as I humped my dick into her mouth.

I don't know whether she heard me, but she started sucking harder and bobbing faster. She started breathing hard, blowing hard through her nose. She was also grinding her pus into my leg, humping it and getting herself off. The jiz quickly built in my nuts and I soon fired into her mouth. Brit jumped at the same time, I don't know whether it was because of the cum I was shooting down her throat or if she was cumming-probably both. As I had asked, Brit just kept sucking, pushing me as far into her mouth as I would fit. I fired load after load of cum into her mouth. Little drops of semen appeared at the corners of her lips as she sucked harder than I could believe. I fired again and again into her little mouth. When I had finished cumming, I reached down and lifted her chin off me. She looked up at me and smiled, some of my cum was at the corners of her mouth, a drop ran down toward her chin. I pulled her little body up on top of me and kissed her. My dick was wet against her belly and thighs. I pushed my tongue into her mouth. She tasted like my cum, her mouth was slimy with jiz. We cuddled and giggled.

Just before we dropped off to sleep, she said, "I think I'm going to like having you here, Tommy."

Part 2