Night Storms 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.


      



After two more days, we left Cayman, sailing for Mexico 
and the Yucatan. The weather was still beautiful, and we sailed on 
an easy reach. The transit, four days, took on our regular watch 
routine. We would both be up during the day, and I would stay on 
watch until about 3:00 AM. Then, Lessa would take over until 
mid-morning. All three mornings, she insisted that we make love 
before she took over the watch. In the dark, she would start to pull 
gently on my cock as we sat together. Slowly she would stroke it 
until it reached full attention. At the same time, I rubbed her slit, 
occasionally slipping my finger up into her vagina. It turned me on 
so much to feel her bald pussy. Sometimes she would lean down 
and suck on me for a few minutes, but she would always pull back 
before I came. Once, she stood up, straddling my knees and pushed 
her girl parts into my face.  I licked and sucked her wonderful 
snatch as she humped my face. She put her hands on my shoulders 
until just before she came. Then she pushed my head into her 
crotch and humped while she came.
      
      After this she slid down, her pussy running along my chest. 
Then she impaled herself on my cock, slipping it easily into her 
tight little preteen snatch. She moved up and down, groaning with
every stroke, until I shot my semen inside her. Only after she was 
entirely sated, would she let me hit my rack.
      
      On the third day out we were sailing easy on a sunny 
afternoon when Lessa came up the companionway laughing. 
"Look what I found!"
      
      I was embarrassed to see that she had found a vibrator that 
a friend of mine had left on board a while ago. I had forgotten that 
it was even still on board.
      
      She sat down and said, "Now, how does this work?"  With 
a twist of the collar at the base, a humming could be heard. She 
spread her legs and slouched down to provide better access to her 
pubes. Her full, hairless pussy was in full view. Her large outer lips 
were apart and the inner lips and her clit were visible. The opening 
between the inner lips was there and my dick started to harden, 
wanting to dive into her tight little love canal. This time, however, 
something else would be finding its way in.
      
      Lessa started rubbing the dildo along her preteen slit. Almost 
immediately her little lips and clit became engorged. Lessa started 
breathing a little harder. She continued rubbing her clit with the 
white plastic tool, I could see that she was getting very excited. 
And so was I. My dick started to swell the first time she had run 
the dildo along her slit. Now I was reaching a full hard-on. Then 
she changed the angle of the dildo and pushed it into her vagina. 
As it slipped into her, she drew in her breath. My prick was at full 
attention, aching to be stroked. I started rubbing myself as I 
watched the dildo move in and out of her. Lessa was giving full 
attention to herself, her breathing becoming harder as beads of 
sweat appeared on her forehead. Her clit was bright red and fully 
engorged. She pulled the dildo out and just rubbed it up and down 
her slit, feeling the vibration through her clit, the pleasure building 
in her loins. She turned the dildo and rammed it deep into her cunt, 
fucking herself with the plastic phallus. She was breathing harder 
now, completely lost in her masturbation. Her nipples were 
sticking up, swollen little strawberries. I was stroking my dick, the 
pressure building in my balls, when she shuddered and groaned 
cumming. Two strokes later, I shot my load onto the deck, 
pumping four-five-six spurts of jiz. Lessa lay back on the cockpit 
seat, he skin glistening as rivulets of sweat ran down her sides. The 
dildo was still in her pussy, where she had left it. Its hum was 
muffled. She left the tool there; not holding it as she put one hand 
behind her head and let the other arm fell to the deck. The dildo 
was still deep in her puss.
      
      I found the hum of the vibrator irresistible. I went across to 
her and started slowly moving it in and out of her pussy. As I 
pulled it out, her inner lips would be stretched down, not willing to 
give it up. As I eased it into her, her lips would follow, being 
pushed up into her. Lessa continued to lay, eyes closed, but her 
breathing gave her away. As I fucked her with the dildo, she 
started breathing with its probes. My dick again started to rise, 
despite the dull ache of lover's nuts.
      
      I ran the vibrator in and out of her a little faster, her breaths 
became deeper and she started humping to meet its' advances. By 
now, my dick was at full attention. With my free hand, I grabbed 
the tube of K-Y I had started keeping in one of the storage bins and 
squirted some on my tool. Then I pulled the vibrator out and 
replaced it with my dick. Lessa gasped, I guess she wasn't 
expecting the switch. My dick is significantly thicker. She pulled 
her legs up and stared at me with a look of wonder as I fucked her. 
She was laid out, and I could watch my dick moving in and out of 
her girl-pussy, her clit rubbing back and forth as I pushed in then 
pulled out. I stroked faster, and her breathing became harder, again 
sweat was running down her sides. She arched her back and 
groaned again, her pussy tightening around my dick. On the next 
stroke, I came again; leaving my sperm deep in her belly with two 
or three shots. I fell back, sitting across the cockpit from her, 
totally exhausted. She lay also, breathing hard, eyes closed, her 
beautiful naked body in full view of the sky and sun. Some of my 
cum, mixed with her juices, ran out of her cunt and down into the 
crack of her ass. We arrived in Cancun the next day around noon.
      
      We spent the afternoon on the beach, watching the other 
sunbathers. There was a mix of people, but only a few children.  
Most of the others were tourists, most of them middle-aged. Some 
of them were quite fat, large rolls and breasts. There were also 
some younger people, still having beautiful bodies. After one 
especially good looking woman of about 25 walked by, I could feel 
that Lessa was upset.  The woman had medium sized breasts; her 
large nipples pointed out straight from firm breasts. Her bush was 
dark brown, as was her hair, and covered her sex so that only a hint 
of the lips under it could be made out. She had a flat stomach and 
well shaped hips and butt.  Her face was also quite pretty; she 
could have been seen in any "men's" magazine in the world.
      
      Lessa was quiet as she walked away, her tanned body being 
admired by every man on the beach. Lessa looked down at herself, 
and I could tell that she felt let down. I put my arms around her and 
held her, then I kissed her neck.
      
      She pulled away slightly. "Do you think I'll look like her?" 
she asked.
      
      "Honey, you will be a hundred times more beautiful. Right 
now, you're a hundred times more beautiful." I said.
      
      Lessa was still quiet. "Don't you wish I had breasts?"
      
      "I love you just the way you are," I replied. "I think you're 
the sexiest, most desirable woman I have ever been with. Your 
everything I ever wanted in a lover, and more. I love the way you 
look. I especially like it that you are so smooth and soft. Also, 
other women just don't give the way you do. You're the best lover 
I have ever had."
      
      Lessa relaxed and lay up against my side, her head on my 
shoulder. After a few minutes we went back into the water and 
splashed around some.
      
      When we went back up onto the beach, Lessa picked up her 
towel and, taking me by the hand, she lead me back into a gully in 
the cliffs. After we were out of sight of the beach, she told me to 
sit down on a ledge. Then she kneeled between my legs and started 
to suck my cock.
      
      I immediately got rock hard as she took my dick in and out 
of her mouth, sucking it deep into the back of her throat, then 
pulling back so only the head was against her tongue. The 
roughness of her tongue against my glans was incredibly exciting. 
She also held my stiff shaft with both hands, stroking up and down 
as she took me deep into her mouth. A couple of times she pulled 
my cock out of her mouth and licked it along the bottom, from my 
balls to the head, only to slam it back down her throat.
      
      The pressure was building in my nuts, the cum getting 
ready to shoot. I told her I was about to cum, but she kept sucking, 
giving me an incredible blowjob. As my cum pumps came on line, 
I fired two shots in her mouth. She pulled my dick out and stroked 
it fast. I fired twice again, my white jiz splattering on her face, 
across her cheek and forehead, a few drops landing in her hair. She 
had her mouth open and I could see my cum mixed with her saliva 
on her tongue and lips. She rammed me back into her mouth as I 
fired again and again. White bubbles of cum were in the corner of 
her mouth as she continued sucking every drop.
      
      When I was spent, she looked up and smiled. Some of my 
cum was still in her mouth, as droplets clung to her face. I reached 
down and wiped the cum off her cheek and forehead, then I pulled 
her toward me and gave her a really sloppy open kiss, tasting my 
salty cum on her tongue.  We hugged and kissed. When I reached 
down between her legs to start to return the favor, she pulled away, 
however.
      
      "No, later," she said. Then she turned and ran back to the 
beach, laughing.
      
      Three days later we were underway again, heading back to 
Jamaica. The winds were light in the morning and, as the sun 
moved toward the zenith, they died away completely. We were 
about four miles off shore, drifting. Under the tropical sun, a thick 
haze developed as the ocean water evaporated. Under the hot 
assault, I dozed in the cockpit. I awakened when a shadow passed 
over me. Lessa kneeled down in front of me and took my limp 
cock in her mouth. As she sucked it in and out, it quickly rose to 
the occasion. When I was fully erect, she stopped and pulled away.
      
      She stood over me, her hairless pussy even with my face. I 
loved the look of it, the slit and thick lips parting slightly to show 
her clit. She put her hands on my shoulders and slowly lowered 
herself onto my cock. My cockhead pushed against her lips but 
wasn't going to slip in. Lessa pushed down on my shaft twice, but 
all she did was push her lips up.
      
      "Put some jelly on it," she demanded.
      
      With a laugh, I reached into the compartment behind me 
and pulled out the K-Y. I squeezed a dab on my head, right on the 
piss-hole. Lessa reached down (she had stepped back a bit) and 
with one finger, spread the lube around the head. Then she stepped 
forward and again lowered herself on my cock. This time the head 
easily parted the little-girl lips and I watched my dick slowly 
disappear into her ten-year-old twat. First the head, then the light 
colored pink behind the head, and then shaft. About half of my tool 
was inside her when my head hit the end; I was as far inside her as 
I would go. She pulled away, lifting herself and pulling my cock 
out until just the head remained in her love tube. Then she dropped 
again, ramming me into her cooch. She started bouncing up and 
down, repeatedly pushing me into her. She was panting with her 
bounces, her head thrown back, mouth open, eyes closed. My cum 
was building inside me as I started to hump up to meet her 
impaling bounces. After what seemed like several minutes, she 
stopped and stood up, pulling me out of her. She turned around and 
reached down. Now she gently guided my cock back inside her, 
but this time she was facing away from me.  I reached around and 
rubbed my fingertips across her hard nipples and fingered her slit. 
Again, she bounced up and down on my cock, impaling herself. 
She began moaning with every bounce, sweat breaking out on her 
body. She leaned back against me; her hair was in my face. She 
reached up and over her shoulders, wrapping her hand around my 
head and pulling herself against me. When she climaxed, a loud 
exclamation escaped from her, "Ahh-ahh-ahh." I fired my load 
inside her, my head swimming.
      
      It was after we had calmed down (but I was still inside her) 
that we noticed the fishing boat. It was no more than 50 yards 
away, and about a half dozen men lined the rail, two with 
binoculars. At first, Lessa froze while I suppressed a strong desire 
to laugh. Then she giggled and stood up, waving. She jumped up 
on deck and stood at the rail, laughing and waving. She was 
obviously having a good time showing off her body to them. From 
across the water came applause and whistles. As the fishing boat 
moved away, Lessa came back down into the cockpit. "Quite a 
show we gave them!" she laughed.
      
      As Magic crossed the Caribbean, every day moving closer 
to Jamaica, the mood on my little ship slowly darkened. In the 
month that had passed, our relationship had developed into 
something that defies description. Lessa was my lover, my wife, 
and my daughter. She was also my shipmate and friend. In a short 
time, we had shared far more than two of such differing ages 
should share. We had had times where she was my little girl, times 
when she was my date, times that she was my companion, times 
when I needed to be a stern father. We had even faced times of 
danger together. The sea doesn't really care. And yes, Lessa had 
occasionally misbehaved; she had also spent a lot of time being a 
child. I knew that, in spite of the strange character of our 
relationship, she still needed to sometimes play with dolls. It is 
difficult to change gears when your lover crawls out of bed and 
wants to play with Barbie. I coped with this by remembering how I 
played with my older sister when I was a child. At forty, I again 
was allowed to be eight-what a gift.
      
      We arrived in Kingston two days before Lessa's flight 
home. We spent the time doing maintenance on Magic and 
partying in the old city. On the night before she left, Lessa's love 
making was intense, even desperate. She was on top, ramming 
down hard on me. Just before we both climaxed, warm drops 
splashed on my chest. When she dropped down on me, she was 
crying. She sobbed until she fell asleep.
      
      The next day, we took a cab to the airport. We didn't speak 
much as Lessa checked in. When the flight was called, she kissed 
me as any niece would kiss her uncle and walked down the jetway. 
Just before she turned to enter the 767, she looked back. Her face 
was ashen-too sad, too heart-broken. At the same time, I felt as if 
my guts were being wrenched out of me.  I was reminded of an old 
song by Carly Simon.
      
      The memory of your last look-
      the way you took me by surprise,
      And the way that you turn my head around.
      And the way that you turn my head around.
      
      
      
      I spent that night in a whorehouse, madly fucking in a blind 
drunk. But the professional black bitches in Kingston smelled, 
their fake moans just made me mad. I stumbled into the tropical 
night, hurt, lonely, pissed off, and sick with remembering. I was 
stumbling toward the harbor when some jackass hit me across the 
shoulders with a plank. 
      
      I woke up at dawn, I had passed out on the quay wall. The 
hair on the back of my head was caked with dried blood, my wallet 
and watch were gone. Magic was waiting for me 100 yards off 
shore, quietly resting at anchor.   


