Pedophile's Dream-Epilogue 

Story code: mg

This is a sequel to my seven part story, "Pedophile's 
Dream." This whole thing is a fantasy. I hope my 
stories bring you some enjoyment but, please, never 
try to make them a reality.

--Leslie Schmidt


"Mommy, tell me about Uncle Mark and you." 

I felt a little uncomfortable with this question from 
my nine-year-old, but, I had always been 
completely honest with my children. "Well, what do 
you want to know?"

"Did you actually...you know...do it?"

I was quiet for a few moments, concentrating on my 
driving. "Well...you know we do. You watched us 
last night." I was quiet for a little while longer. 
"Your Uncle is always very sweet and gentle, 
wasn't he with you."

"Yesss," Megan said in a breathy voice. "He makes 
me feel....oh, just wonderful."

"Yes, he has always made my feel wonderful to, 
honey." I said.

We were quiet for a while longer.

"Tell me about when you were younger." Megan 
said.

"Ya know, it's really none of your business, but, I 
guess we are both Mark's lovers now, and we need 
to be honest with each other."  I drove on for a 
while longer. I looked in the mirror and could see 
that Jana, my five-year-old, was also listening. I had 
been a little shocked when I watched, and helped, 
my brother take my baby's virginity, but I couldn't 
deny my daughters the wonder love of my 
brother-it was so precious to me, I had to share it 
with them.

"I was a little older than you, I was 10 and Mark 
was 15 the first time we made love. We had always 
been really close friends and, well, it just seemed 
natural."

"One night, your Grandparents were out square 
dancing, we were sitting on the couch watching 
television. I was leaning up against Mark. I don't 
remember exactly what we were watching but it 
was kind of romantic and kind of boring. At some 
point I looked up at him, he was looking down at 
me, and he just leaned down and kissed me. Just a 
little peck on the lips, well, maybe a little more than 
a peck, but nothing too much."

"I remember that my heart started to pound and a 
rush went completely through me, I think the same 
thing happened to Mark because, a few seconds 
later he kissed my head. I turned again and, this 
time, we really kissed. I was so, I don't know, I 
guess, excited...I really didn't know what I was 
feeling."

"I know, Mommy," Megan said. "It's sort 
of...well...you need something, ya know?" 

"I think your right, honey. All I know is that next I 
was on my knees next to him on the couch, I had 
my arms around his neck and we were kissing. Then 
I felt his tongue on my lips and...well...it was all so 
natural. I had never French kissed before, I didn't 
even know what it was but...." We drove on for a 
little while longer.

"It felt so good to be cuddled up with Mark. I had 
always really loved him, he is such a nice, 
considerate, man. I don't remember him ever saying 
anything really mean to me, even when we would 
fight, he would never be nasty. He always respected 
me, paid attention to what I wanted. All the time we 
were growing up, he always let me tag along if I 
wanted. He taught me to ride a bike and how to fish. 
We used to fish a lot in a stream behind our house. 
If he was fishing with his friends, I was always 
allowed to come along."

"I remember once, oh I must have been about eight, 
he and some friends were playing football in the 
park and I, of course, was playing too. Well, 
somehow I got the ball, I was playing with a bunch 
of boys a lot bigger then I was, and went running 
down the field. Some boy hit me from the side and 
sent me flying. When I landed I hurt my wrist and 
came up crying. Mark came running over to me and 
looked at my wrist. After a few seconds he told me 
that it wasn't broken (I considered him an expert on 
every subject) and I'd be ok in a couple of minutes. 
Then he got up and walked over to the boy who had 
tackled me. He asked if I was alright but all Mark 
did was punch him in the face. He landed on his 
butt and I remember Mark standing over him, 
shaking his fist, yelling that I was only a little girl 
and he could have just grabbed me and stopped me. 
Then he came over to me and took me home."

"Well, to get back, I sat on his lap and we 'made 
out' for quite a while. Remembering it now, I could 
feel that he had a hard-on, but at that time, I didn't 
know anything about that sort of stuff. I do 
remember when he reached around and started 
moving his fingertips across one of my breasts. I 
was like you then, I really didn't have any, but I 
remember how it made me feel a tightness in my 
throat and a tingling down, well, you know."

"We kissed like that for a while, then we both 
jumped up when we heard the front door open. Now 
I know that Mom and Dad had no idea what we 
were doing but, of course, at that time I was sure 
they did."

"That night, after we had gone to bed, I couldn't 
sleep. I was still all tingly and I didn't know what to 
do. I didn't even know that I could take care of 
myself...ya know what I mean, Megan?"

"Yes mommy," Megan answered, kind of 
embarrassed.

"Well, I don't," came Jana's voice from the back.

"Haven't you ever rubbed yourself, you 
know...THERE?" Megan turned around.

Jana was quiet for a few seconds, then: "Oh."

I had to laugh to myself at this exchange. Then I got 
on with my story. "I couldn't sleep, so I got up to 
roam around the house and I saw light under Marks 
door. I knocked quietly and went in. He was reading 
a book. I closed the door, then went over and sat 
down on the bed next to him. We kissed some. I 
told him I was cold and could I get under the covers 
with him. When he lifted to blankets and sheets, I 
got just a glimpse of his leg and thigh. He was 
naked. I sat next to him and asked him what he was 
reading. He wouldn't show me, so we got into a 
tussle and, finally, I pulled his book away from him. 
Well, it wasn't really a book, it was a magazine, but 
small and thick, like Reader's Digest. It was called 
'Penthouse Forum.'"

"I thumbed through it, there were a few ads and just 
a few pictures, you know, pictures of naked woman 
(I had expected that) but it was mostly writing. 
Mike watched me, I started reading one of the 
stories, it was a letter written by a woman named 
Jen and she was describing how she and her 
boyfriend made love."

"I knew about sex, but this was different. I didn't 
know a lot of the words, so I had to ask Mike. Well, 
at one point, I asked him some questions and I 
really didn't know what he meant, so he pulled the 
covers down and showed me. I had seen him naked 
many times, but I had never really looked close 
before. His penis was hard, and he only had a little 
hair around it then, he still isn't very hairy. Then he 
asked if he could look at me.

I pulled my nightgown up and took off my panties. I 
sat up and sort of looked down too, I wasn't too 
sure what was what down there. The story described 
all these things that I didn't know, even about 
myself. Well, Mike was kneeling on the bed, facing 
me and he asked if he could touch me. I said ok. 
Then her spread my lips, you know, apart and said, 
Oh, that must be your clitoris, and down there must 
be your vagina."

I couldn't see what he was talking about so I just 
said "yeah." 

He looked up at me, "I've read stories where girls 
rub themselves there and it feels real good."

I was kind of embarrassed, "It sort of tickles."

He asked if he could touch me.

All I did was giggle a bit, I think I nodded. When he 
touched me, it was incredible. He rubbed his finger 
up and down me, it felt like little sparks were flying 
up into my tummy. The warmth built and built. 
Then, well, I remember grabbing his hand and 
pushing it against me as I had an orgasm."

"What's that?" came from the back seat. Megan 
scoffed at Jana's question.

"That's when you feel that real warm feeling spread 
over your belly when Mike was making love to you, 
honey," I said.

In the mirror, I saw Jana nod a little.

"Mike was scared, he thought he had hurt me. He 
hugged me and said, "Oh, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm 
sorry!"

I felt real relaxed, I told him he hadn't hurt me, that 
I felt real good. He said, "Ohhh..., you must have 
cum."

"Yeah, I guess so," I said. "It felt real good."

From the story, I knew that boys could cum too, and 
I knew that they would cum if you rubbed their 
penis'. So I asked Mike if he wanted to cum too.

He was sitting cross-legged, his penis was sticking 
up and all I did was grab it with both hands and start 
stroking it. I remember he got a far away, sort of 
glazed-eye look and started breathing harder.  He 
leaned back on his hands but kept his legs crossed. I 
watched him, I was really kind of amused. He 
started thrusting, sort of lifting his butt off the bed 
to meet me. It was kind of funny, but I knew that if 
I laughed his feelings would be hurt, so I didn't.

He told me to go faster and I did. I was watching his 
face when I felt his penis twitching in my hands. I 
looked down just when he squirted his....stuff.... It 
flew up and hit my neck and shoulder. Mike 
groaned. I aimed him away, turning my head, but 
still watched as he shot more semen onto his chest 
and stomach. I never expected so much and for it to 
shoot so far. I was kind of grossed out but also 
curious.

In the story we had read, the girl talked about how 
she liked it when her boyfriend shot his stuff in her 
mouth. She said it tasted really good. So, well, I 
wanted to try. So I took some on my finger, there 
was a little drop sinking down my chest, and I 
licked it. It was real, well, you guys know, slimy, 
but it really didn't taste bad.

We giggled some, he wouldn't taste it, then he 
wiped up the mess with a tee shirt and we cuddled 
up together under the covers. It was so warm and 
comfortable and I remember thinking that I never 
wanted to sleep alone again. Later, he woke me up, 
the clock said it was 2:00 AM. He had to go to the 
bathroom, so did I. We giggled a little again about 
who could go first, but he let me go. It was fun 
sneaking down the hall naked and he stood while I 
peed. He had to go so bad he was dancing. Then I 
watched him pee. We giggled some more but, when 
we got back to his room, he said that I had to go to 
my room, we didn't want to get caught. I walked 
back down the hall, then turned around and ran up 
to him and kissed him. Then I went back to my 
room. I was in bed before I remembered that I had 
left my nightgown and panties.

That night must have been a Sunday, because I 
remember getting ready for school. There was  
knock on the door and it was Mike. He returned my 
nightgown and panties. We stood together at the bus 
stop, my bus came first, I waved at him through the 
back window as I drove off.

One day, probably during that week, I went into his 
room after I got home from school. Mom was busy 
chatting with a friend in the kitchen and I knew that 
Mike wouldn't be home for another hour. I looked 
for the Forum magazine and, sure enough, it was 
under his mattress. But there were some other 
magazines there too. They all had pictures of naked 
women in them, you know, the sort they sell behind 
the counters at Circle K, but there was one that had 
pictures of men and women doing 'it'. I think I 
learned more about sex in the five minutes I looked 
through that book than anything I have seen since.

My head was spinning that whole evening, I was so 
curious and, well, I can't really explain it, but I 
desperately wanted to experience the things I had 
seen. The men and women in the pictures were so 
pretty and they seemed to be so happy. I just wanted 
to see if it was true.

I was a little scared too. In some of the pictures the 
men were, well, it looked like it must hurt to have a 
man put...push it inside, you know. And some of 
the pictures were kind of gross too. I was really 
shocked by the pictures of a man pushing himself 
up a girl's butt. Well, I wasn't sure I wanted that!

After my parents had gone to bed, I snuck into 
Mike's room. It was dark and I could hear him 
breathing, he was asleep. I pulled my night cloths 
off and slid in next to him. He woke up and said, 
"Oh!" then he was quiet, then "Hi."

"I'll go back if you want," I said.

He put his arm around me, his hand brushed across 
my behind. "Oh, no, please stay."

I snuggled up to him and kissed his cheek. He 
turned his head and we kissed, then, without 
breaking the kiss, I crawled on top of him. He put 
his arms around me  and we kissed more. I felt him 
get hard against my thigh. I reached down and put 
my hand inside his shorts around him. I really 
wanted to look at him.

"Can we turn on a light?"

"Ah, yeah." He reached around and clicked on the 
bed lamp.

I lifted up and looked down at him. He sort of 
giggled-I think he was kind of embarrassed. "Take 
your shorts off," I said. I remember how his penis 
bounced up and down as he pulled his underwear 
free and moved around in the bed, it was kind of 
funny to watch. Then he lay back on the bed, 
completely uncovered. His dick was pointed 
straight up along his belly. He had his hands on 
either side of him, I was sitting next to him.

I really didn't know what to do, so I just reached out 
with both hands and lifted his... looking at it. I 
don't know why, but I suddenly had the urge to feel 
what it felt like in my mouth, I had seen the pictures 
and in a couple of stories, girls had talked about 
how much they liked to suck on guys. So, I leaned 
down and started sucking.

Mike kind of groaned, I remember him saying, "Oh 
God," and stroking the back of my head. I really 
kind of liked doing this, he was so smooth and well, 
you know, both soft and hard at the same time. I 
sucked him in and out and looked at him. Mike had 
a glassy-eyed expression and started to breathe 
harder. I knew what I must have been doing to him.

After only a couple of minutes he put his head on 
my chin and lifted me off. "Lori, I'm going to 
cum," he said.

"It's OK," I said and leaned back down. He started 
to push into me, his leg muscles were really tight. I 
remember noticing that he had his toes pointed, that 
looked funny! He sort of groaned again and I 
remember that his penis started to twitch. Then, 
suddenly, my mouth was full. Instinctively, I knew 
what had happened and I closed my eyes and tried 
to swallow but I really couldn't because my mouth 
was too full. I remember feeling it spurt out around 
my lips. I pulled him out to close my mouth and 
swallow, at the same time I looked at him and he 
squirted more into my face. I took him back into my 
mouth and he squirted more, filling my mouth again. 
All I could do was suck and swallow all I could. I 
thought it was going to go on forever. It really 
didn't taste bad (it didn't taste good either), it was 
just real slimy. I remember that a few years later a 
girl friend of mine would describe it as "having a 
mouth full of snot."

After he had calmed down I lifted my chin and 
looked down at me. "God, that was wonderful, 
Lori," he said. I ran my hand over my face and 
looked at it, it was covered with his semen. I 
giggled, "Oh, you liked that!" Then I got an idea 
and I reached up and wiped my hand on his mouth. 
At first, I could see he didn't like it and was going 
to push my away but then he stopped and, as fast as 
the thoughts went through his mind, he smiled at me 
and said, "It's time for me to go down on you now."

I leaned back on the bed and Mike knelt between 
my knees. It was like I was being electrocuted when 
he started licking me. I really sort of lost it, I 
remember humping up into his face. At one point, 
he pushed a finger into me as he licked me and I 
just exploded. The tingles went up me, my nipples 
were, I don't know, sort of snapping and I even felt 
it in my arm pits and my throat. The rush went 
down the inside of my thighs to my knees. After it 
passed, I just lay on the bed, panting. I remember I 
was really wet down there and I was sweating.

Without thinking, I said, "Put it in me."

"Are you sure?"

I lifted my hips up and said, "Now, before I change 
my mind."

Mike put a couple of pillows under me, then I 
remember feeling him pushing against me. 
Suddenly, I was kind of scared. I couldn't see what 
he was doing, all I could see was his face. He was 
looking down. I felt him pulling my lips apart and 
him pushing against me. It hurt a little and I said 
"Ow."
He looked at me, he looked like he was going to 
stop, but I said, "Hurry, please."

He looked back down, then pushed in. I remember 
feeling my hymen snapping and suddenly he was all 
the way in. It hurt and it felt so good. Mike leaned 
forward, putting his hands on either side of my 
shoulders, and started to push in and out. It didn't 
hurt anymore and I wrapped my legs around him as 
he rocked me back and forth. He started moving 
faster and faster as I built too. He sort of grunted 
and pushed really hard. I felt him twitching and then 
I could feel him filling me. It felt so smooth and 
warm and that made me start to cum. I remember I 
hugged him so hard that he told me later that I was 
crushing him.

After he lifted off me and I sat up, that's when we 
saw the blood. I started to cry and Mike just hugged 
me and rocked me. Later, we had to somehow 
throw that pillow away without Mom noticing.

From then on, we made love all the time, except 
when Dad sent Mike away for a while when he 
caught us."

"God, that must have been embarrassing," Megan 
said. I looked in the mirror, Jana was asleep.

"Well, girly, that's a story for another time."





