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'

While Her Mother was Out

--Leslie Schmidt

When you spend eight hours a day, forty hours a week with a guy, you get to know him pretty well. Driving around all day in an armored truck, Paul and I got to be pretty good friends. Also, of course, we talked about sex a lot, made comments about the girls we saw and the like, and I guess it sort of became an open secret that we both appreciate the sexiness of little girls. We had been a team for about two months when Paul invited me over for an evening of ESPN and beer.

His wife worked nights, so it was normally up to him to get their three year old daughter to bed. I was delighted when she came out of the bath and lay down on the floor in her nighty-it rode up some and I got a really nice view of her ass--no panties. She lay there, watching TV. I used the pretence of getting another beer to switch seats, now I was directly behind her and could look up between her legs at her little puffy cunt lips. Paul gave me a knowing look-he knew what I was doing-all he did was smile, then talk about the game.

A few minutes later he called her, "Carletta, time for bed."

The child got up (too bad), then they went hand in hand down the hall. Paul was in her bedroom for quite a while, long enough for Oakland to score two runs in the bottom of the sixth. When he came out I noticed that he was sweating a little and, before his shirt tail had been out, now it was tucked in.

A couple of days later, the same routine was repeated except that, this time, Carletta came out of the bath bare naked. I really had to control my hard on as I watched the little brown beauty roll around on the floor. She still has a little paunch of baby fat above her soft looking pussy. She's just chubby enough that she looks like she may have little tits under her dark brown nipples. She still has just the line left over from that little crease babies have half way down on the inside of their thighs. She stood there facing me as her father picked out her hair, then put it in two little puffs on either side of her head. I wanted to pull my cock out right then and jerk off in front of both of them.

The little one, still naked, climbed into her daddy's lap and watched TV. How he kept from rubbing her lovely little cunt I don't know. I do know that I desperately wanted to feel the soft skin of her lips, the warm stickiness of the slot in between, maybe a firm little clit, just a pin head. I was really going crazy and Paul knew it. He sat there with a shit eating grin on his face, looking at me with this "Don't ya wish you was me?" look on his face.

After a good ten minutes of this he carried the little black cunt slut off to bed. I sat and watched the TV for a couple of minutes, then decided to go to the bathroom and relieve myself. It was while passing by the little girl's room on my way back that I really got a show. I had noticed that the door was ajar when I went by, it was when coming back that the sight lines were right and I saw them. At least, I saw Paul. He had his back to the door, standing next to the bed, his pants down to his knees. I could see Carly's legs dangling down between his. He was making short, sharp thrusts with his hips, his head back, grunting softly as he, obviously, emptied his sack. I just got a glimpse, then hurried on, not wanting to be seen. When Paul came back into the living room there were still a few beads of sweat on his forehead and, at first, he seemed a little distracted.

It was almost three months before I was over for another sports night. Carly had turned four, football had started, it was Monday night. Paul's wife had rotated from eves to mids to days and back to eves. That evening Paul spent a good amount of time in Carletta's room, then came out and made a comment about how much he liked putting the little one to bed. During half time I picked up a pile of photos on the table and thumbed through them. They started with pictures of Carly's birthday party but then switched to some of a time in a park, and then a couple of cutesy pictures of Carly in the tub. Then came the real interesting ones. Carly naked on the floor, on her back, Carly crawling away, her clam poking out under her butt, Carly sitting on the sofa, her legs spread, Carly again on the floor, pulling her tiny cunt lips apart, showing off her cherry, Carly laying on her tummy, fingering herself.

It was early in the third quarter that the phone rang. Paul talked for a few (I was busy looking through the pictures and wondering if I should ask for copies) when he put the handset down.

"I have to go," he said. "Buddy's broken down on the 605."

"Need help?" I asked.

"Can you get Carly to bed?" he paused, "Put her in the bath, she needs to be in bed by nine."

"Aaaah, .....yeah,.....sure," my dick was already getting hard.

"She'll want a kiss go night."

"Ok."

He looked at the little one. "Carly, you be sure to give Jimmy a good kiss goodnight. I'll come kiss you when I get back."

"Ok."

"I'll call when I find out what's up, Marie (that's his wife) gets off at 11:30."

It was coming up on eight. When the door closed I had to fight the desire to grab the little child and strip her right then-not yet. I drained two beers in the next 20 minutes while watching the little girl rolling around on the floor and not watching the game.

At 8:15 I just couldn't wait any longer.

"Carly, time for a bath," my voice was horse.

"Ok Jimmy," she chimed and got up, heading down the hall.

We went into the bathroom and, as I started the water, she pulled her top off, then pushed her shorts and panties down in one move. The blood pounded in my ears as I inspected the tiny naked girl. Not that I hadn't seen her before, but now I was alone. I wanted to whip off my pants right then but, no, maybe later. I felt dizzy as I lifted her into the tub, then sat on the toilet and watched the cherub play. I started rubbing myself through my jeans, my dick was straining against the denim.

"Does your Daddy wash your hair?" I asked.

Without answering, she slid down in the tub, stretching out and wetted her hair. I knelt next to her, then worked the suds into her, then leaned her back and rinsed. The whole time I was staring at the puffy little pussy lips. Her clit ridge just peaked out from between them.

She stood up and held her arms out to the side, "Wash me!"

I looked around and found a wash cloth. When I started putting soap on it she said, "Daddy never uses that."

There was a huge lump in my throat. "He just uses his hands?" I croaked.

"Yup."

I thought I'd pass out as I soaped up my hands. I started at her neck, rubbing my slick hands around her soft shoulders then out each of her arms. She giggled a little when I washed between her fingers but positively shrieked when I dug in her arm pits with my fingers. I worked my way down her sides and over her belly but I couldn't bring myself to rub her pussy. I washed her legs down to the water, then told her to sit down and rinse. She dropped into the water, splashing me and giggled at me as I wiped my face. Then she stood up and turned around, bending over and shoving her lovely little ass in my face.

"Wash my poody!" she giggled.

Well, what could I do, faced with those two wonderful little brown orbs with the black asterisk bung hole between them? She shivered as I ran my finger down her butt crack and rubbed her anus. Then I went further and ran my finger back and forth across the soft clam peeking out from between her thighs.

She turned around and thrust her hips forward. "Now wash my peedy!"

My head was swimming as I ran my soapy finger along the four year olds crack. Her pussy lips were soft and smooth, slippery with soap. I pushed my finger between them, opening them up to feel the ridge between. She bent her knees slightly to help and let out a small breath. But, just as quickly as it had started, she stopped it. "I want to go to bed now, will you kiss me good night?"

"Ahh, sure, honey." I stood up, my hard on obvious in my pants. I grabbed a towel and held it out for her. She stepped out of the tub and I wrapped her in the towel. The next few minutes were spent picking out her hair (I've never delt with a black child's hair before) and putting tooth paste on the brush for her. When we got to her room I asked her where she kept her nighty.

"I want to go naky tonight," she said.

Who was I to complain?

As she climbed into the bed I got another wonderful view of her little ass with the clean camel toe beneath. Then she slid under the covers and pulled them up to her chest. "Kiss me goodnight!"

I leaned down and was amazed when I felt her tiny tongue moving against my lips. I just barely opened my mouth and had the most awesome French kiss, her little lips against mine, the tip of her tongue sliding back and forth against mine. My already aching dick surged. She put her arms around my neck, holding the kiss. Without thinking, I brought my hand up over the light blanket, feeling the convergence of her thighs, and gently squeezed her cunt through the covers. She whimpered slightly and humped against my hand. Then she broke the kiss.

I stood back up, looking down at the beautiful little girl, listening to my heart pounding in my ears.

"Kiss my peedy good night!" she said and threw the covers down.

I was totally overwhelmed. On automatic pilot, I leaned down and ran my tongue along her hairless slit. She tasted of soap as I pushed my tongue between the lips and felt the slick ridge below. Carly humped against me as I went up and down her cunt. Somewhere, I felt a tiny hand rub my cock through my jeans, then start to tug on the snap. I put my hand under her far knee and both lifted and pushed it away, spreading the four year olds legs further. At the same time I felt her pulling at my zipper, then digging her hand inside my undershorts. Just as she managed to pull my cock out, she whimpered again and humped against my mouth. She was suddenly wetter as she lay back, relaxing. I lifted up and looked at her, she was smiling at me, one of her chubby little hands wrapped around my cock.

"Ok," she chimed. "Time for your kiss goodnight!"

She sat up, sort of pulling herself up on my dick, and swung her legs off the edge of the bed. The feeling of her little tongue flicking around my cock head was incredible. Her mouth was too small to even take the head but she would wrap her lips around it and suck so hard it hurt in between short sessions of licking. All the while she was stroking the length of my shaft with both of her hands. I didn't know whether her father unloaded in her mouth or not, but I was beyond caring. My nuts ached and I was dizzy. She held my cock and, with her mouth open, ran her tongue back and forth across the super sensitive orbs on the bottom of my dickhead. I lost all control and shot my load into the tots mouth. She immediately clamped her lips around my dick head and sucked as more slime was pumped into her. My knees started to give out and I had to make a conscious effort to keep standing as the tiny little girl sucked and swallowed my entire load of sperm.

I leaned forward, panting, as she released my dick and smiled up at me. "Good nighty night!" she said as she climbed back into bed. I leaned down and kissed her again, her breath smelled of my jez. I was zipping up my pants when I heard a key in the door to the apartment.

I was coming down the hall as Paul entered the living room.

"Carly in bed?"

"Ah, yeah...just tucked her in." My voice was horse and I'm sure he could notice the declining lump in my jeans.

"Good, I'll give her a kiss."

His 'kiss' lasted a good 10 minutes