Roller Coaster Ride Part III

    -Leslie Schmidt

This story is entirely fantasy. The characters and 
events described are entirely a product of 
imagination. If the reader is offended by stories about 
sex between adults and children, close this story now. 
If any readers should believe that the sort situations 
described are at all acceptable, I encourage them to 
think of how children really are-they need our love 
and protection. Actions like those described here are 
an unforgivable violation of the trust which children 
should feel toward adults. That is why these things 
are against the law.

Little girls should be cuddled, laughed with, tickled, 
kept safe and, most of all, loved. Adults should never 
get anything from a child, only give.

I am providing this story for personnal enjoyment--no part
may be republised without permission.

If you like my work, please e-mail me. I will especially
appreciate suggestions for improvement.






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.

