
Pick Pocket Part One,   mg, cons

   By Leslie Schmidt

This is the first part of my Rome fantasy. I hope you 
enjoy it. I will write the next soon.

I have used the AltaVista "Babel Fish" to add some 
Italian words and phrases-if the translation is not 
good, excuse me. (I was amused to see that "Do you 
want me to suck your pussy" translated as 
something to do with eating a cat)

If you have any suggestions, e-mail me:
  lschmidt@boardermail.com




I had squeezed into the crowd which overfilled the 
car at the Termini Station of the Rome subway. It 
was Friday, and I was wondering what I would do 
to fill the coming evening. I was in a corner, near 
the end of the car. As I read a paper over another 
man's shoulder, I felt a slight pulling at my pocket. 
I reached down and grabbed the hand which was 
gently trying to relieve me of my wallet.

I looked down into one of the most astonishing 
faces I have ever seen. She looked to be 10 or 11. 
Her long black hair corkscrewed down each side of 
her oval, dark skinned face. Her small mouth was 
accentuated by deep red lipstick. She had a pixy 
nose and dark eyebrows. And her eyes, one so dark 
you couldn't see a pupil, the other was sky blue, 
stared up at me with pain and fear.

The site of this gypsy beauty kind of took the wind 
out of my sails but I quickly regained my 
composure. She saw the moment of weakness pass 
over my face and relaxed slightly, but I kept hold of 
her hand.

"I should turn you over to the Caribenari, you little 
urchin," I said in Italian.

The fear returned to her face. "Please Signore, no," 
she whispered. "My family, they will send us back 
to Yugoslavia."

"Why do I care?" Again, the look of this child's 
face was working on me, I'm sure she saw my 
resolve weakening. The train was stopping at the 
Ostiense Station, my stop. When the doors opened, 
I pulled the child off the train with me; I intended to 
drag her to the police who were always stationed 
near the ticket booth.

She jerked hard and stopped me, even spinning me 
around to face her. Again, the astonishingly 
beautiful face. "Signore, please," she whispered.

That's when I felt her other hand gently squeeze my 
cock through my pants. "Please, Signore." I 
instantly swelled, and I'm sure she felt my cock 
strain against my trousers.

With less resolve I said, "Come with me." I led her 
past the Polizi Municipal at the turnstile and up the 
escalator to the street.

It was a two block walk to my flat on Via de 
Conciatori. As we walked, making our way through 
the crowds and street venders, the girl hurried next 
to me. I kept my hold on her hand. At the door 
between a house wares and a shoe store, I had to let 
go of her to dig out my keys. She stood silently, if 
she had wanted to run, she certainly had the 
opportunity.

I opened the door and held it for her; she smiled up 
at me and entered the dingy hallway. For the past 
week, the lift had been working (some sort of a 
record) and we took it to the fourth floor, then down 
the hall and into my flat.

I'm a fashion photographer and my flat is lined with 
posters of my work. The girl walked from picture to 
picture. "Did you make these?"

"Si," I replied.

She continued around the room and then down the 
hall. The door into the bathroom was open, she 
looked in and I saw her pause. In there were a 
couple of pretty raunchy nudes.

She came back into the living room. "Will you 
make my picture?"

I inspected her with a critical professional eye and 
realized that she was beautiful-beautiful and 
unique. "I'll get my camera."

She was dressed in Tommy fashion jeans and a knit 
shirt. It was beige, with cowl sleeves and a rounded 
neckline with a black stripe. Her hair was somewhat 
tangled and I decided that, to begin with, that would 
be fine.

She sat quietly as I dug out an old Pentax K100 and 
loaded it with film. Because of her eyes, I decided 
to use color. I usually shoot in black and white. I 
pulled out a light meter and set the exposure.

She turned out to be a natural. I was amazed, she 
knew exactly how to pose and what expression was 
needed for each shot. Within just a couple minutes I 
had burnt up my first role of film.

As I reloaded, I had her brush out her hair. Her hair 
was black and thick. It reached her waist in waves 
down her back.

As we started the next shoot, I realized that I knew 
nothing about this little goddess I was 
photographing. "What's your name?"

"Lena." She had her hands on her hips and was 
looking over her shoulder at me.

"How old are you?"

"Diez."  Now she was turned directly toward me, 
her feet planted shoulder width, her hands behind 
her head and her face turned toward the left, looking 
down slightly.

"Pull up your shirt some."

She reached down and pulled one side of her shirt 
tail out, revealing a strip of clear olive colored skin. 
She pulled it up provocatively, uncovering her ribs 
and smiled at the camera with an inviting 
expression.

Next, she turned her back and wrapped her arms 
around herself so her hands were seen on her sides. 
Then, swinging her hips back and forth, she slowly 
pulled the shirt up, turning it inside out as first the 
small of her back, then the mid back, then her 
shoulder blades were uncovered. She bunched the 
shirt up and pulled it off over her head, her long hair 
was slowly freed of the cloth. The whole time, she 
kept her back turned.

She crossed her arms over her chest, then turned so 
her right side was toward me. Her full hair covered 
her chest and arms; she slowly turned toward me. 
With her face looking down slightly, her eyes 
looking up at the camera, and her lips slightly 
parted, she dropped her arms. Her hair fell forward 
to cover the slight swelling of her breasts. She 
shook her head and looked defiantly into the 
camera, her hair parted to uncover one of her 
preteen breasts; a large reddish-brown nipple over 
just the slightest beginning of womanhood. Next 
she lifted her arms and ran her hands behind her 
neck, then lifted her locks. With her face turned to 
one side, she uncovered her wonderful preteen tits.

At this point, I lost my professional demeanor. She 
was such a beautiful, sexy, sight. My dick swelled, 
crying for relief. Now I knew, I was going to fuck 
this preteen gypsy.

I had her strike a few more poses-hands on hips, 
facing directly into the camera, back turned, feet 
apart, ass flared, pretty ordinary modeling stuff, 
then said, "Undo the button on your pants."

With an incredibly sexy smile, she slowly hooked 
her thumbs in the waist band of her jeans, then 
slowly moved them toward the middle until they 
were behind the button. Then she undid the button 
and moved her hands away, the top of her light blue 
panties could just be seen in the gap. She moved her 
hands down the front of her thighs, leaning forward. 
As she was bent over, facing the camera, she again 
took hold of her fly, then straightened up. She 
pulled outward on the parted waist band and the 
zipper of her pants moved down with spreading of 
the fabric, loosening the jeans from her hips.

Next she hooked her thumbs at the outside of the 
pockets, and, swinging her hips from side to side, 
worked the denim free of her hips. Her panties were 
pulled down some with the pants, but not a lot. 
Once the jeans were down around her thighs, they 
slid easily down, uncovering the olive skin of her 
thighs, smooth knees, (her right had a two euro coin 
sized dark scar from a skinned knee) and straight, 
smooth lower legs. She stepped out of the jeans and 
kicked them aside.

"Do you think I'm pretty, Signore?" she asked.

I was mesmerized, "Your beautiful, Lena." 

"But, Signore, you are still dressed."

I put the camera down and unbuttoned the first two 
buttons on my shirt, then pulled it off over my head.

"Eso es mejor," [that's better] she said.

She looked down at herself, "Ooops, mis bragas!" 
she said. She made a show of pulling her panties up. 
The thin nylon fabric was stretched tight, showing 
the swelling of her mons, the leg bands pulled into 
the cracks between her pussy and the tops of her 
thighs. The waist band almost reached her oval 
navel. Again, she looked at me with a sultry smile. 
The camera ran out of film.

"One moment while I reload," I said. She stood 
nonchalantly as I rewound and loaded another roll 
of film. My nuts were aching in anticipation and I 
was not a bit embarrassed by the obvious straining 
of my dick against my trousers.

When I started shooting again, she went back to her 
poses, but this time, when she had her back turned, 
she slowly pulled her panties down over her ass. As 
the light blue fabric uncovered her smooth rounded 
butt, I thought I would unload my sack right then 
into my pants.

When the panties had completely uncovered her ass, 
the fabric rolled under her cheeks, she turned 
around. The front of the panties still covered her 
sex. "No more, Signore, until you...." She nodded 
toward me.

I was beyond reason, beyond embarrassment, 
beyond control. My heart was pounding in my ears 
and throat and my stomach was a knot of 
excitement. I almost threw the camera down on the 
sofa and fumbled with my belt and the fly of my 
pants. I jerked my trousers and briefs down together 
and my cock bounced free, sticking straight out at 
its full seven inches. Somewhere, in the back of my 
mind, I was shocked that I would do this, allow 
myself to be like this in front of a young girl. At the 
same time, the realization of what I was doing just 
served to excite me more, my breath was ragged. 
With monumental effort, I reached for the camera to 
continue the charade.

Lena half laughed, half giggled when she saw me. 
Then she said, "Signore," calling my attention back 
to her as she pushed one side of the panties down 
over her hip bone. The waist band hung up on the 
top of her mound and, with her other thumb, she 
pulled the other side down. Millimeter by 
millimeter, she uncovered her perfectly hairless and 
smooth sex. The ridge of her clit peaked out from 
between her pussy lips. On the left side, near the top 
of her mons and even with the top of her slit, there 
was a small dark mole. She bent over and pushed 
her panties over her knees, then let them drop to the 
floor.

When she straightened up, I took what I would later 
regard as the three best pictures I have ever taken. 
In the first, Lena was stretched to her full height, 
her arms behind her head, looking down and too the 
left, her weight shifted to her right leg. In the next 
frame, she had turned her head to face the camera 
and was lifting her hair behind her head, she had her 
face slightly down but was looking up at the 
camera. Her body was perfectly symmetrical except 
that one arm was slightly higher than the other. 
With her feet set apart and her back straight her 
entire body, and its exceptional perfection, was 
reveled. In the third shot, her composure had 
relaxed slightly and she was laughing, her hand to 
her mouth and her other arm across her chest. It 
would be a blow-up of this picture, just her face, 
hand and shoulders, which would make Lena into a 
top model and both of us millionaires. But I digress.

In the next frame, Lena has put her hands over her 
tits and has a "Oh!" look on her face. Next, she has 
her hands on her hips, gyrating. Then she covered 
one of her tits with one hand and her sex with the 
other-another "Oh!" Then she pushed her hand 
back and down between her legs. The pictures 
follow the progression as she first puts pressure 
against her mons, then pushes one finger into her 
slit and moves it back and forth. Then she bends her 
knees slightly, spreading her thighs and slowly 
pushes her right index finger up and into her pussy. 

Using the zoom, I followed every detail. As she 
pulled her finger out of her sex, it was shiny with 
her moisture. Now her face had a far away look, I 
think she may have forgotten about me and the 
cameras as she gently masturbated in front of me. 
Her nipples perked up and stuck out slightly as she 
squatted down and pushed two fingers deep into her 
little girl vagina. She rolled back onto her ass on the 
floor and continued to finger-fuck herself.

When the camera ran out of film, I just put it down 
and watched as she built herself up. After a short 
time she caught her breath and threw her head back. 
She grunted as spasms shook her small frame. Her 
pussy lips squeezed her fingers as she came. I had 
long since realized that I could not touch my totally 
enraged cock or I would have shot my wad across 
the room, but even still, I pumped a small amount of 
jez, my dick bouncing as a couple of white drops 
fell and landed on the top of my right foot.

Surprisingly, much of the urgency I felt passed and 
I was able to control myself when she sat back up 
and beckoned me to her. Without saying a word, 
she grasped my cock and pulled it to her mouth. Her 
lips closed around the shaft just behind the head and 
I marveled at the warm soft-roughness of her 
tongue. Looking down, it was a wondrous sight as 
my cock slid in and out of the child's face. She 
sucked hard, a couple of times small burping sounds 
came as she sucked.

Soon I was having trouble controlling myself and I 
had to pull her off before I came. "Move onto the 
sofa, voi al vete a la mierda," [I'm going to fuck 
you] I said.

With a little grin on her face, she crawled off the 
floor and onto the couch. She slouched down, her 
butt on the edge of the overstuffed cushions, her 
arms over her head, her knees comfortably apart. I 
stood above her, looking down on her perfect 
preteen body. Her thick black hair was in a spray 
against the blue of the sofa. Her chin was down, 
covering her throat. Because her arms were up over 
her head, her collar bones melded into her arms and 
the small swellings of her breasts, hemispheres the 
size of golf balls capped with dark areoles and be-
be sized nipples, were stretched tight over her pec 
muscles. Her abdomen was also pulled tight below 
her rib cage, two ridged ran down her stomach with 
its perfect oval navel. Her hip bones poked sharply 
up, peaks on either side of a smooth and flat belly. 
Her thighs were slim and muscular, where they met 
was the noticeable swelling of her mons, cleaved by 
her slit, pulled slightly open with its pink clit ridge 
peaking out.

I stood above her, my enraged penis jutting over 
her, and gazed. Then she sat up and grasped me, 
pulling my cock to her mouth. She opened it wide 
and fed me in without touching until my head 
pushed into the back of her throat. Then she closed 
her lips around my shaft and gently sucked. I almost 
lost it there as she slowly moved her back and forth, 
always keeping the head in her mouth but sliding 
her lips from the ridge at the back of the head to 
half of my shaft. I could only stand three strokes 
before I had to pull her off, she looked 
disappointed.

"Do you want your pussy sucked?" I asked.

A grin spread across her face. "You'll kiss me, 
There?"

I guess she had never had a man really make love to 
her before. She certainly knew how to give, now I 
was going to let her take.

[Months later, Lena would tell me about how she 
and her older brother had been sleeping together 
since she was seven. Although I have never 
questioned her closely, it's really none of my 
business, I gather that it was a somewhat one sided 
relationship.]

I knelt down and kissed her. She had (has) a unique 
kiss. She opens her mouth, very wide, and her 
tongue meets mine in mid air. At first, she only 
teased with the tip of her tongue, but after a few 
moments, our tongues were wrapped around each 
other in a warm and gentle embrace.

I moved from her mouth to her small breasts, 
alternately sucking one, swishing my tongue around 
one stiff nipple, then sucking on the other. At the 
same time, I moved my hand up the inside of her 
thigh and, for the first time ever, I touched a 
smooth, hairless, cunt.

Lena spread her legs farther apart to accept my 
ministrations. I was so amazed by the smoothness 
and softness of her preteen sex. She pulled her 
breath in as I pushed a finger between her lips and 
into her pussy. My entire finger slid into her and the 
tip moved around the hard nub of her cervix. With 
my finger buried inside her, I used my thumb to 
stroke her pea-sized clit. I moved from sucking her 
right tit and put my mouth completely over her left. 
Applying a gentle suction, I teased her nipple with 
the tip of my tongue. My ten-year-old goddess went 
over the edge. Her entire body shook with orgasm. 
An animal groan rose from deep in her chest and 
throat as every inch of her body became wet with 
sweat.

She relaxed back onto the sofa, panting hard. I 
straightened up above her, releasing her tit but I 
kept my finger in her pussy. The roots of her hair 
were stringy and wet. Drops of sweat were tracing 
down her sides. Her entire body was flushed, her 
chest, neck, and face had a slight lavender tint, 
beads of sweat stood out on her forehead and on her 
cheeks below her eyes.

After a couple of minutes, her breath returned to 
normal and her eyes focused on me. "Dio," she said.

With a grin on my face, I locked gaze with her and 
slowly bent to her sex. Even before I started eating 
her pussy, she started to unconsciously hump. I ran 
the tip of my tongue alone her slit as she lifted her 
butt completely off the sofa to meet me. As I slid 
my tongue along her clit she humped 
uncontrollably, groaning loudly. I pushed my 
tongue into her vagina and she came, a second time 
in as many minutes. My tongue and mouth were 
wetted with the rush of her light preteen pussy 
juices. I could feel her pussy lips quivering against 
my tongue and lips. Again, she sank down against 
the cushions, breathing hard.

I didn't give her any time to recover. I was kneeling 
between her knees, my cock was pointing directly at 
her slit. I leaned a little forward and, grasping my 
cock, slid the tip along her slit. I had left a generous 
load of spit to mix with her cunt juices, so she was 
very wet. The tip of my dick parted her soft inner 
lips and I slowly pushed inside her.

The sight of my cock pushing her smooth, hairless 
lips apart and then slowly disappearing into the 
child's vagina was incredible. Although she was no 
virgin, she was still very tight, and also very 
smooth. All but two or three inches of my dick slid 
inside her before I hit the end. I pulled back and 
started a regular in and out fucking of the ten year 
old. She looked up at me with wide eyes and an 
open mouth, breathing with my thrusts. She lifted 
her ass up to meet me and started to groan with each 
push.

I leaned back, getting a full view of this child as I 
fucked her, watching her writhe with my thrusts. I 
quickened my pace, sliding in and out of her with 
greater force as she groaned and humped. My heart 
was pounding and sweat was running down my 
sides as I relinquished control.

I was able to keep from jamming into her so hard 
that I hurt her, but it was an enormous surge of 
sperm I fired at the top of my thrust, blowing so 
hard into her that she could feel me spray against 
her womb.

"Oh!" she said when she felt me filling her. I pulled 
back, then shoved back inside her, blowing another 
enormous wad deep inside her. She was over full 
and white semen flowed out of her pussy and 
around my dick.

With my third shot, she began to come. Her 
stretched pussy lips started a regular squeezing of 
my cock, almost a chewing motion. As I pumped 
more jez into her child-womb, the contractions of 
her orgasm spewed my seed out. It collected in my 
dick hair and ran down my balls, even more slid 
down her ass. I continued fucking her, even after 
my sack had completely emptied, in order to 
prolong her orgasm.

The little girl just rolled with it, coming five or six 
times in only a couple of minutes. Her hair was 
stringy and sticking to her shoulders and chest, her 
skin a deep red, she was shiny with sweat. Every 
little crack and crevice of her pussy was white with 
my sperm. My dick hair was drenched in a mixture 
of sperm, pussy juice, and my left over spit.

As our orgasms subsided, I pull her up against me, 
hugging her, and rolled back, laying on the floor 
and pulling her with me. She lay on top of me, her 
breath coming in short pants, my dick still deep 
inside her. She looked up at me and again we 
kissed.

She pulled back, her eyes closed and her breath 
slowing. My dick was still inside her. She opened 
her eyes and looked at me. "You are so wonderful,' 
she said. "But, don't you want me to suck you? It's 
alright if you come in my mouth."

My dick was still deep in her ten year old snatch. 
She lifted up and I slid out of her. She rolled off of 
me, then crawled around between my knees. I was 
drenched with sperm and cunt juices, but this didn't 
stop her for a second, she grabbed my still hard 
cock and started to suck.

Her hair fell forward across my belly and hips, it 
was cool against me. I reached down and lifted it 
away so I could see her face as she slowly sucked 
me. Lena looked up into my eyes and, never 
breaking her gaze, slowly pushed down. When my 
dick head hit the back of her mouth, she stopped, 
then with a slight smile around my shaft, she arched 
her back and pushed down, sliding my penis down 
her throat, taking every bit until her teeth hit my 
belly at the base. Her nose and lips were completely 
buried in my dick hair.

"Oh God," I moaned.

She pulled back, taking me out of her mouth. Then 
she started licking my balls, moving the testicals 
around inside my scrotum with her tongue. Next she 
licked up the entire length of my cock, when she 
reached the head, she slowly moved her tongue 
around it a couple of times before, again, taking me 
all the way down her throat.

The gypsy goddess continued giving me the blow 
job of a lifetime, working slowly at first, then 
working faster as my ardor rose. My balls ached as 
the pressure built. Three times more, she deep 
throated me. Once, in a playful way, she held my 
head between her teeth as she tickled the pee hole 
with the tip of her tongue. She sucked my balls, first 
the left, then the right, then both. When she had 
both of them in her mouth, she gently bit down, 
moving her jaw from side to side and giggling.

Somewhere, I realized that she was really enjoying 
the control she had over me. After all, how else is a 
ten year old girl going to control a 40 year old man 
except by fucking? I didn't care, jez was building 
up behind my nuts and soon I would watch her as I 
filled her mouth with sperm.

She sensed my growing need and worked faster; 
sucking harder and bobbing faster. I started 
humping to meet her, shoving my cock into her 
mouth, then pulling back.
She lifted up, her hands on my hips. "Hold it," she 
said. I held my cock at the base so it pointed straight 
up. Then she opened her mouth wide and brought it 
down over my cock, using her arms to rise and 
lower her head and shoulders. The only parts of our 
bodies which touched was my cock and her mouth. 
She would pull completely free, my dick sticking 
straight up pointing into her open mouth, then slam 
her face down, shoving me into the back of her 
throat and beyond.

I started to uncontrollably hump as the pressure 
became unbearable. My first gush of cum flooded 
into her mouth as she was dropping, the next shot 
up into the air and through her open lips on to her 
tongue. When she took me again into her mouth, 
she closed her lips and sucked-hard! I blew again 
and again into her mouth. I could feel her throat 
contracting as she repeatedly swallowed the loads 
of semen I was pumping into her.

My entire body was rocked by the force of my 
orgasm. My heart was repeatedly exploding in my 
chest and throat, my thighs were cramped, I had 
lifted my back off the floor with my elbows as I 
looked down at her, she was sucking and 
swallowing, concentrating only on my semen as I 
pumped what seemed like quarts into her mouth.

As my ecstasy passed, I collapsed back onto the 
carpet, panting hard and wondering if my heart 
would tear open in my chest. Lena let my cock slid 
out of her mouth, an amazed look on her face. Her 
mouth was partially open, a sheet of white cum 
formed a single bubble half way across he mouth 
and a stream  flowed out from the corner and down 
her chin.

She leaned down and wiped my cum off of her face 
against my stomach, then scooted forward. 

"Signore, you have a lot of sperma."

Our bodies were wet with sweat, saliva, and semen, 
her hard little nipples slid up my thigh, hip, stomach 
and chest as she moved. We kissed, deeply. She 
tasted of jez, her lips were still wet with the white 
fluid. I realized how warm she was as I wrapped my 
arms around her small, child's, shoulders. What an 
awesome feeling it was to cradle this little ten year 
old sex goddess in the afterglow of the most 
incredible fucking I had ever experienced.

We lay together for several minutes, then she got 
up, saying that she needed to go to the bathroom. I 
didn't think much about it, my eyes were closed and 
a big smile was on my face. What I didn't see was 
that she collected her clothes on the way.

I heard the tinkle of her peeing, then the toilet 
flushed. Next, the water ran in the sink. She turned 
it on and off several times. Next the door opened 
and I listened as she came out of the bathroom, 
down the hall and-OUT THE FRONT DOOR!

I jumped up and ran to the door just in time to see 
the door to the stairwell close. Oh well, I shrugged. 
She wasn't my prisoner. I went to the kitchen and 
got myself a glass of wine. I was pouring it when I 
noticed that my pants had been moved. I went over 
to where they were on the floor. My wallet was 
gone. Damn!

I pulled the pants on and ran out on the patio. 
Looking down, I saw Lena walking away down the  
street.

"Lena!" I called.

She turned around and looked up at me. A smile 
spread across her face, then she held up my wallet 
and my cell phone and laughed. A man standing 
near her started to laugh, he looked up at me and 
clapped. Lena turned and ran down the street. All I 
could do was wave off the old man and go back in 
side.
