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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