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Crossing Over.
Written by Lensman.

This story is fictional, all characters and events depicted within are fictional and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

I have one unbreakable rule (to paraphrase Isaac Azimov):
I may not harm a Little Girl, or through inaction allow a Little Girl to come to harm.

Keep these fantasies where they belong; in your head.

Story Codes: (Mg, Pedo, Rom)

Story Intro:
Things aren't always what they seem... you need to keep an open mind to survive in the modern, ever-changing worlds.

Crossing Over.

Looking back, I now know exactly when and where this story started. Unfortunately, at the time, I had no idea what was going on, I was totally clueless.

It was a Friday evening and I was driving home from work as usual around 6pm, looking forward to a weekend off from the pressures and stresses of work. The weather had been misty and foggy all day, even though it was late July and the weather forecast had predicted clear skies. As I drove through the thickening fog, I reduced my speed further and further, 50mph... 40... 30... Eventually the fog was so thick that even crawling along at 20mph felt fast. I could only see half a dozen yards in front of my car before my lights made the fog an opaque curtain of billowing white.

Suddenly, the road in front of me cleared in a patch about 20 yards across. Driving into the fog wall on the other side of the clearing was another car; I was amused to note that it was the same make, model and colour as my own. But knowing that there was another car only a few yards in front made me even more cautious than I had been previously.
I literally crawled along, staring out of my front windscreen at the roiling clouds ahead, nervously waiting for the lights of the car in front of me to light up. When the fog finally thinned and cleared a few miles later, I was surprised to see that the car I thought I had been following was gone, the road ahead of me was clear of traffic.

With a rueful smile at my own caution and a perplexed glance back at the odd fog bank behind me, I continued the long familiar journey home, almost on automatic pilot. As I passed from the rural to the residential I took up my harmless sport of little honey spotting. As I drove the convoluted route home through the residential streets, I kept an eye on the paths and the girls that stood, walked or played on them. I was pleasantly surprised by the number of girls that were wearing tight shorts or short mini-skirts and T-shirts.

As I passed a sheltered bus stop I did a double take; the advert on the side of the shelter showed a slender young girl, of twelve or thirteen judging by her small perky breasts and slender body, posing on a beach holding a beach ball. It was an advert for some holiday company, but the thing that surprised me was that the girl was wearing a small white bikini that, combined with her tanned skin, made her look naked at first glance. "How did they get that past the prudes?" I asked myself aloud while grinning.

As I neared my home, I got another, even bigger, surprise. As I slowly drove past the girls playing on the paths of my street, they looked up at my passing car, grinned and waved at me. Nonplussed, I smiled and waved tentatively back at them. As I pulled into my driveway I couldn't help but notice the young girl from a few houses down the row.

Leanne was between eight and nine years old and was slightly over four feet tall and slender as a model. She had light golden brown hair that flowed silkily down to the middle of her shoulder blades and framed a pretty heart shaped face. Her eyes were a pale blue-grey and she had a cute little button nose over luscious full lips. As you can probably guess, I had watched her growing up for the last three years, watched her playing on the street through my windows and wished I could get close to her.

Leanne was playing outside of her house and was wearing only her pale pink swimming costume. She must have noticed my car, because as I switched off the engine and climbed out she came running up to my fence and stood at the end of the driveway. I resolutely kept my gaze on her cute face and away from her slender, wonderful young body.
"Hiya Jimmy!" she called with a mischievous grin curving her lips.
"Hi Leanne," I called back smiling and waved uncertainly as I headed for my door. I hadn't known that she knew my name, let alone the cute nickname I'd had at school and hated above all others. Although when she used it, it didn't sound too bad.

"I guess I'll see ya later?" she called again, looking puzzled as I reached to unlock my front door.
"Ok," I called back and waved again, "see you later!" I closed and locked my front door behind me, perplexed by Leanne's actions. When did she start using my name, let alone that nickname? And why did she do more than the usual desultory wave?

I quickly moved to look out of my lounge window, making sure I was concealed from outside view. Leanne still stood at the end of my driveway looking puzzled, I guessed that I had not acted like she had expected me to.
Her pale pink costume looked even smaller and tighter than I remembered it being, like it was painted on her, highlighting every curve of her prepubescent body, and she looked delightful in it.
As I watched from my hiding place I saw her reach between her legs and unashamedly swipe her hand along her prominent pussy bulge, possibly scratching an itch, leaving the material of her costume indented in her slit, outlining it for my viewing pleasure. Then, with another puzzled frown, she turned and ran back to her own garden.

I had done my best to keep my distance from the lovely girl as soon as she and her parents had moved in, I hadn't wanted to get too close to her only to have her move away, as had happened in the past. I also didn't want to be seen as being too close to her, for fear of reprisals or recriminations.

I returned to my kitchen and set about making myself some pasta and sauce, and when it was ready, I sat in front of the TV with it on a tray on my lap to watch, eat and relax. A science-fiction show that I liked was being repeated, and only a few seconds passed before I recognised the episode.
The team had travelled to another world via an artificial wormhole and found the settlement decimated except for one young girl. After they had returned with her to Earth they had found she was a danger, and when it appeared she would explode like a nuke they took her to the bottom of an abandoned silo. As I turned on, the female lead was leaving the girl there and the girl woke up. As I watched, the female colonel hugged the girl and then kissed her deeply on the lips.
I was taken aback, I didn't remember them kissing like that, and I watched intently for the remainder of the show, hoping to see some more gems that I had missed before, but it was as mundane as I remembered.
When the show was over I washed up my dishes and then refilled my glass with pepsi before going upstairs to my office. I switched on my computer and sat with a sigh; glad I could relax, do some web-surfing and log on to my favourite website.

Once the computer had booted up and was ready I typed the address of my favourite story website into my browser and waited. The plush website front page came up, but looked a little different. I smiled to myself, knowing how Whyte Orchid likes to continually improve and update her site, and ignored all the changes and went straight for the chat room.

I logged in and was not surprised to find a lot of my e-friends there as well. I smiled again as I noticed that my friend BL had changed his nic again, he was no longer "Beauty_Lover", he was now "Brownie_Lover".
"Hiya Gang :D" I typed as my usual greeting.
"Hi Lens" "hiya Lensy" I was greeted in return by BL and Orchid.
"Wassup?" BL asked.
"Not a lot :(" I replied as usual, because, as usual, there was nothing exciting going on in my life.
"What? No Leanne? lol" BL asked and laughed.

I was shocked and surprised by his question. I didn't remember ever telling them Leanne's name. I had described her to them, and even told them of some of the sights I'd seen (and had planned to do the same with the swimsuit view I'd had earlier) but I was sure I had never told them her name.

"LOL no..." I typed, intending to tell them of what I'd seen earlier, when I heard a knock on my door.
"BRB... door" I typed, and then rushed downstairs to answer it.

I was surprised when I opened the door to see Leanne stood there grinning, still wearing her pale pink swimsuit.
"Hiya," she chirped brightly grinning and hopped in through the open door before jumping up with her arms around my neck causing me to instinctively catch and hold on to her, and then gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

I was so astounded I dropped her back onto her feet, and stared at her in shock as she stood and asked smiling, "You haven't gone into chat yet have you?"
I continued to just stare at her dumbfounded. How did she know about my chatting at Whyte Orchid's?
She took my silence as an admission of guilt. "Awww Jimmy!" she frowned at me as she took the door from my unresisting fingers and closed and locked it. "You promised that you would wait for me."

I knew I had made no such promise, and that Whyte Orchid would boot me to borg space if she knew I was chatting with an eight year old beside me. "Erm... Leanne..." I started apologetically, but Leanne beat me to it.
"Last one there's a rotten egg," she called laughing as she ran from the hall, heading for the stairs.

I strode after her, feeling panic rising in me. What if her parents found her here? What if they found out about my feelings for her? I'd be a dead man, or worse - branded as a child molester and spending my days in prison.

I strode into my office to find Leanne giggling at what was written on the monitor screen and then slowly pecking at the keyboard with one finger - typing her reply.
I looked over Leanne's shoulder to read the screen.

After my last entry, BL had stated, "That'll be Leanne :D"
"Ya prolly" Orchid responded and then a big grin smily, ":D"
Leanne finished what she was typing with a giggle, and I read, "Hiya auntie Orchid, an uncle BL :)"
"Hi Leanne" BL quickly responded.
"Hugs Leanne didya see your pics yet? Do ya like em?" Orchid sent soon after.

I couldn't believe what I was reading. Not only did Orchid and BL know about Leanne, Orchid was talking about pics, normally a taboo subject in chat.

"Type for me Jimmy," Leanne commanded giggling as she jumped from my chair leaving room for me. "You type faster than me."
I sat down, too surprised to do anything except comply with her wishes. As I was about to pull myself closer to the keyboard, Leanne interrupted me.
"Did you see the pics yet? How did they look?" she asked me excitedly and then jumped up onto my lap to sit with her back against my stomach.

I had no idea what she was talking about, and could not believe what was happening. "I'm dreaming!" I thought to myself, but it didn't seem to have the surreal quality my dreams usually took. "Either that or I'm in a delusional fantasy world and I'm really in a padded cell somewhere."

Neither choice really appealed to me, but either way, going along seemed to be the best option for the moment.
I quickly typed, "Where did you put 'em Orchid??"
"On ya author page Lensy, like ya asked me to" she responded.

I opened another browser window and re-entered Orchid's site, heading for my author page. It paused for a moment as it loaded and then suddenly I was presented with a range of pictures, each one an erotically posed nude photograph of Leanne. I was shocked by her naked beauty, astounded and excited by the images, and knowing I had the naked nymph I was looking at on my lap quickly expanded my dick to throbbing hardness, straining at the confines of my trousers.

Leanne giggled as she turned, trying to look back at me, "I guess you like 'em," and then wriggled her firm butt on my lap, stimulating my erection even more.
"You know I do," I smiled back at her, willing to lose myself in the fantasy for now and worry about it later.

Chat made its drip sound in the background and I switched windows to see what had been sent.
"You did a good job Lensy" Whyte Orchid had typed.
"you too Orchid..." I replied, and then added, "what do you think BL??"
":D" he grinned, and then added, "nice pics Lens... you are very beautiful Leanne, I wish we could meet ;)"

I chuckled and typed, "I just bet you do BL :D" as Leanne instructed me, "Tell him thanks for me." I then added, "and Leanne says Thanks! :D"

I changed back to my author page and scrolled down, past all the pictures of Leanne in various arousing, erotic, artistic poses until I reached the list of stories. It was much smaller than I knew it should be, only showing five stories and not the twenty-five or so that I knew should be there, and I didn't recognise some of the titles.

"Jimmy..." Leanne whined at me as I read the unfamiliar intro's to the stories. "I gotta itch..." she then turned around to look at me and grinned with her eyes sparkling, "an' I want you to scratch it!"
I guessed at what kind of "itch" she meant and grinned back at her, "Give me a minute." I then quickly shut down my author page and returned to the chat screen.
"be back later guys..." I typed, "Leanne wants me!... :D :D"
I saw BL respond with a multitude of laughter smilies before I logged off and pushed away from the desk. I lifted and turned Leanne around so that she was sat astride my lap facing me and arched my eyebrows. "And where," I asked, "do you want me to scratch your itch?"

Leanne grasped my hand and pulled it against her plump lycra covered mound. "Scratch me here!" she commanded still grinning.
I chuckled as I began to trail my fingers lightly over her firm costume encased labia, if I was dreaming then I was determined to enjoy it fully. "I meant," I replied still smiling, "do I rub your itch here... or in my bedroom."
Leanne's eyes lit up at my suggestion, as she jumped from my lap, pulled my hand and dragged me from my office and into my bedroom.

Once there she briskly got to work on my belt and trousers, stripping them and my underwear down my legs almost before I knew what was happening. She pushed me back onto my bed and quickly pulled the tangled mess of my trousers and underwear off of my feet. I chuckled as her rapid actions suddenly slowed and she stood between my knees to bend over and gently grasp my half-hard dick in her dainty hands.
"Mmmmm..." I hummed softly as she lightly but expertly masturbated me for a brief moment, making my dick stiffen up, and then groaned aloud as she bent lower and engulfed the head in her hot little mouth. She tightened her full lips just under the flared head and sucked hard, while licking all over my glans expertly with her tongue.

"Oh Gawd!!!" I exclaimed at the exquisite pleasure as her tongue writhed against the head of my dick, stimulating all over and even tried to invade the hole at the end, while she continued to suck and lightly slide her circled hands up and down my shaft.
I manfully tried to hold back the imminent floodwaters of my orgasm, but Leanne's technique was too good and combined with the thought of cumming in an eight-year-old's mouth I felt myself go over the point of no return. With a grunt of, "Gonna cum!!" I came, and came hard.

With rippling spasms of my groin, I grunted as each jet of sticky cum was forced along my shaft to squirt into Leanne's willing mouth. Each jet seemed to trigger a new wave of pleasure in my groin, which caused another spasm and another jet.

Leanne swallowed every drop of scalding cum that I gave to her, draining me dry so that as she sucked the responding spasm hurt. I had to hold onto her head and pull her up from my rapidly shrinking dick and panted breathlessly, "Thank you... that was fantastic."

Leanne stood up again grinning. She licked her full pouting lips and giggled, "Wow... that was fast, I guess you needed it, huh?"
I could do nothing but pant and catch my breath for a moment as I nodded. "Yeah," I answered eventually chuckling, "you have no idea how much I needed that."

As I sat up Leanne quickly stripped off her swimming costume to reveal herself to me. She looked stunningly beautiful. Her chest was flat and smooth, except for her darker pink little areolae and her enticing erect tiny nipples. Her bellybutton was a shallow well in her slightly rounded stomach, but it was her pussy that took my breath away. Her bulging pussy lips were plump, rounded and totally hairless, and they formed a deep slit that failed to conceal the large clitoral hood as it protruded out at the top.

"Jimmy!!" Leanne complained and stamped her foot.
It was then obvious, even to my lust fogged brain, that Leanne was annoyed at me, I had obviously not heard her say something previously. "Erm, Sorry sweetie," I murmured to her, "it's just that... when I see you like this... your beauty takes my breath away."
She smiled and giggled a little as a flush spread up her cheeks. "Come on... move," she smiled at me as she gestured for me to get off the bed, "it's my turn!"

I rolled myself off the bed as Leanne crawled on and lay back with her legs spread wide, her knees at the edge of the bed and her feet hanging near the floor. I knelt beside the bed, between Leanne's knees and lightly trailed my fingertips up and down over the silky smooth skin of her flushed labia.
Leanne made a sound that was half giggle half moan of pleasure and softly said, "That tickles."

I was lost in the moment, feeling a little girl's labia for the first time. Her lips were firm and yet pliable, they were soft and smoother that the best silk, and they looked flushed pink with her arousal. I could also see the faint sheen of moisture oozing from between them at the bottom. Prominently poking between her lips at the top was her clitoral hood. I gently parted her labia with the fingers of one hand and was amazed to see it was not all hood as I'd suspected. I gently pushed it back to reveal a large erect clit that looked like the eraser from a pencil, and it seemed to get even bigger as I watched it.

I was oblivious to the pleasurable sounds Leanne was making as I examined her precious little pussy, but I couldn't ignore it when she hunched her hips up and plaintively demanded, "Please... suck me Jimmy... make me cum!!"
Given who and what I am, and what was staring me in the face, so to speak, it is not surprising that I took very little time to consider her request.

I bent over her and licked a single firm swipe from under her labia, up and over her slit to her proud clit, causing Leanne to moan with pleasure. With my tongue back in my mouth I took a second to taste her flavour, and was a little disappointed to taste nothing.
Determined to know what a little girl tastes like, and what Leanne tasted like specifically, I moved back to her heated mound and began licking in earnest. I lapped all over her full labia, licking up and down her lips and slit but ignoring her proud clit for a moment. After lapping her for a while, I gently parted her pussy lips with my fingers and forced my tongue between them to lick firmly from her hole all the way up to her clit again.

Leanne peeped as I licked her clit, but I was lost in her subtly sweet taste and dived back for more. I stiffened my tongue and pushed it at the entrance to her tight vagina, barely able to force entry until Leanne relaxed with a soft moan and let me in. I plunged my tongue into her, tasting for the first time her divine essence, her ambrosial nectar, and knew that I would want more of this... I wanted that moment to last forever.

Leanne groaned and grabbed at my head as I thrust my tongue in and out of her tight vaginal sheath. She moaned but also tried to pull my head up her body. I let her slowly pull me up, licking and sucking up her slit until my lips latched around her peanut sized clit. I sucked on the proud nub causing Leanne to squeal and hold my head against her crotch.
I grinned to myself at her obvious pleasure, as I sucked harder and flickered my tongue tip back and forth over the tip of her pulsing bit of flesh. Leanne squealed louder as she approached her orgasm, but I wanted this experience to last and pulled against her hold until I could look at her flushed pussy.

I was surprised to see that her clit looked even larger and was throbbing, presumably in time with her rapid heartbeat. I was also surprised to see a runnel of her oily juices dribbling from her red rimmed hole, down to the crack of her arse. I ducked down again and lapped at her escaping essences, the taste of her driving bolts of pleasure from my tastebuds directly to my groin, causing my flaccid dick to throb and begin to rise.
Once I'd licked up all of her juices I pushed my stiffened tongue into her hot tunnel and fucked it in and out, tasting her and pleasing her at the same time. As I listened to Leanne pant and moan under my oral ministrations, I was amazed that one so young could be pleased so easily and freely.

I kept bringing her near to orgasm and then holding off, teasing her until she panted breathlessly, "Hmmm... so good... please... please Jimmy... let me... please let me cum..."
I ignored her pleas and mercilessly continued my pleasurable torture, continued until she was repeatedly babbling, "Please... oh please..." over and over again.

Finally, I relented; I sucked her engorged clit between my lips again and bit on it with my lips, strummed the tip with my tongue and sucked hard. Leanne screeched as she came, squeezing her thighs about my head and thrust her hips up convulsively. I rode her thrust up and then held still as she relaxed back to the bed, pulling and stretching her clit until it popped free from my lips with an almost audible snap.
Leanne screeched and thrust her hips up again, putting her clit in range once more, but I simply covered her entire pussy with my mouth and sucked as I lapped and probed all over the area from her still spasming vaginal entrance to her throbbing clit.

Slowly, Leanne wound down from her massive climax as I nursed on her heated sex, until she was just breathing heavily. I stopped sucking and softly kissed her still enlarged clit before slowly kissing my way up her body and neck until I was softly kissing her lips.
Leanne sighed against my lips and wrapped her arms about my neck languidly. "Hmmm," she murmured, utterly exhausted, "that was soooo good..."

I gently lifted her limp enervated body and cradled her in my arms while I quickly pulled the covers back and then laid her back down on the bed. Leanne murmured and turned onto her side, showing me her slender back and wonderfully firm butt. I quickly removed the rest of my clothing, climbed into bed behind her and cuddled up to her back. When I realised she had fallen asleep, I smiled to myself and switched off the light before I leant over her and softly kissed her cheek. "Goodnight sweetheart," I said softly, "sweet dreams."

+ + + + +

I awoke feeling great; well rested and full of life, as if all was right with the world. I languished on my side for a while, remembering the odd dream of the night before, where I had made love to the girl of my fantasies. I ran through some of the vivid memories of the dream until suddenly, I heard a sound behind me.

My eyes sprang open and I swiftly turned over to find it had not been a dream after all! Leanne was sleeping on her back in my bed, what I'd heard was her making a slight snoring noise. I thought it couldn't still be a dream, there had to be a reason for my fantasies coming true... I could only hope that if I was delusional, I was in a hospital, and not actually harming Leanne in the real world.

As I stared at her relaxed, sleeping face I couldn't help but feel a deep yearning. I desperately wanted to always wake next to her like this... to have this little girl in my bed forever. But I knew it couldn't last... I knew deep down, even not considering the delusional state I must be in, that Leanne would grow up and probably lose her crush on me, she would fall for some other guy nearer her own age. I sighed deeply as I gently stroked Leanne's soft cheek and watched her sleep on, oblivious to my emotional turmoil.

I'm not sure just how long I lay there watching her, but eventually Leanne stirred and roused, stretching languorously with a huge yawn. "Morning sleepyhead," I smiled at her as she blinked sleepily up at me.
"Mornin'," she replied and then rolled over me to hug me tight and kiss me. It wasn't the passion filled kiss of the night before, but a loving child-like kiss that meant more to me than the lust fuelled kisses ever could.

"I wish I could stay with you today," she pouted cutely with annoyance.
"You mean you can't?" I asked surprised that my delusional mind would deprive myself of her presence, even for a little while.
"Yeah," she explained, "I've gotta go visit my nan an' granddad, an' we wont be back 'til late tomorrow mornin'."
I smiled as I thought that I was obviously teasing myself, making me wait until tomorrow for more fun with my little nymph. "Oh well," I sighed, "I guess I'll have to find something else to occupy my mind."

We both got up and had a quick shower and then Leanne dressed in her pink swimming costume again.
"See ya tomorrow Jimmy," she said as we stood together in my doorway, "I'll be back just after lunch."
"Ok Leanne," I smiled at her, "I'll be counting down the hours until you return," and then bent over to kiss her before she turned and skipped off home.

Not sure what to do, I sat in my favourite chair and switched on the TV. I was amazed at what I saw; the Saturday morning kids shows were much the same as I was used to, except that they didn't hide the natural sexiness of the kids. They played on it as if all the children had been brought up in an atmosphere of open sexuality from a young age.

On one show there was a competition between a number of boys and girls where they had to carry bowls of sticky gunge on their heads over an obstacle course. The ones who carried the most in the allotted time were the winners.
The kids all started wearing T-shirts and shorts in their team colours, but as they ran, the gunge spilled over them. Near the end of the time, one of the girls had spilled most of the gunge she was carrying over herself. She stopped at her team's bucket and, after pouring the small amount that remained in her bowl into it, she quickly removed her T-shirt and shorts to stand naked as she wrung the gunge from her clothes into the bucket.
I was surprised that no-one thought anything of it and that the presenters congratulated her on her ingenuity as she still stood with her hairless little pussy clearly showing.

I was curious where my delusional mind had come up with this, and how detailed it could possibly be. I left the TV and returned to my office to do a little surfing. What I found astounded me, but made a kind of sense.

I was vaguely aware that the current hysteria we have to live with regarding child lovers stemmed originally from a furore created by a set of expos�'s about the child porn industry in the mid-seventies.
What I found out was, that, in my delusional world, the hue and cry had started, but some stout-hearted people had spoken up. They had protested that it was the right of the individual that mattered, the rights of the child to choose what they wanted, to say "yes" as well as "no".
This rights movement gained in popularity and strength, and it only took to the mid-eighties before the governments started to lower the age of consent, first to twelve, then ten and finally to eight years of age.

I found that sex was taught in schools from year one, and that by eight all children must have passed examinations of their comprehension and understanding of what sex is and it's possible repercussions, before they were given the licence to indulge in it. Obviously some parents taught their children at home from an early age and, although this was frowned upon, as long as no one was hurt it was not stopped.

I also found that child abuse, where the children were either physically or mentally hurt, was very rare, and when found out the local group of paedophiles would exact a grim retribution on the offender, usually before the law could arrive.

As I closed the final browser window, I yawned and stretched greatly. My research had taken most of the day and, as it was late in the evening, I decided to log into chat and spend the rest of the evening chatting to my friends.

+ + + + +

I awoke the following morning around 9am, as usual for a Sunday, and dressed for the day. I headed to my local garage to fill up my car for the coming week, and when I returned I started on my ironing. After I had done all of my weekly chores around the house, and eaten my lunch I sat in my chair and surfed through the TV channels watching snippets of shows, feeling restless, waiting for Leanne to return home.

I had only been sat there for about an hour when there was a pounding on my front door. I hastened to open it and to my delight Leanne was stood there grinning. She was dressed in a pale pink tight cotton blouse with the bottom tied in a knot just above her cute belly button and a white pleated tennis skirt that ended well above mid thigh.
At the sight of me she grinned and jumped up into my arms, wrapping her slender legs about my waist and hugging me tight. My own arms encircled her slender body and wrapped her in a fiercely tender hug in return.
As she held onto me, my hands slid down her back until I was cupping the round firm cheeks of her bare butt. "Mmmm," I heard her moan softly as I rubbed and squeezed her firm flesh.

"Hi Jim," I heard an adult male voice call out.
Startled, I opened my eyes (I didn't even know I had closed them) and looked out of the still open front door. There was Leanne's father (I'd never learnt his name), he was stood at the end of my driveway watching me as I held his daughter... feeling her wonderful firm butt.
"Hi..." I called and smiled briefly, blushing at being caught in such a compromising position.
Leanne turned in my arms and looked at her father as he called out still smiling, "Have fun you two... and remember Leanne, you have to be back by nine, Jim has to work tomorrow."
Leanne waved to her father as she replied, "Yes daddy, I know... see you later!"

When he had gone, I closed and locked the door and then looked at the girl in my arms. She smiled at me and I grinned back and asked, "What?"
"Jimmy..." she said in a cute little girl voice, "my ikkle puddy feels itchy..."
I chuckled as I smiled at her, "And you want me to kiss it better?" I asked hopefully.
"No..." she shook her head smiling, still using her little girl voice, "I want you to put your big pee-pee in my ikkle puddy an' fuck me!"

The combination of what she was saying and the way she was saying it had my dick throbbing erect in my trousers in no time. I continued to cup and fondle her bare butt as I hastened from the hall and up to my bedroom. When I got there I simply dropped Leanne onto the bed, she flopped back grinning and spread her arms and legs wide. The hem of her white skirt flipped up and I could see she was wearing a snug-fitting silky thong that nestled into her hairless slit. I could clearly see a bump at the top where her clit was and a growing damp spot lower.

I quickly began to strip off my clothes, and once I was naked I leant over Leanne and gently removed hers from her body. Leaving the thong until last, I slipped the silky triangle of cloth down her slender thighs and off her feet leaving her as naked as the day she was born.

I gently lifted Leanne up off the bed and sat in her place with her straddling my lap, the head of my erection pressing up against her prominent clit as I hugged her and ran my hands over her back and butt. I looked deep into her pale blue-grey eyes as we smiled at each other and slowly brought our lips together in a soft loving kiss.

We kissed gently at first, softly pressing our lips together as I enjoyed her soft and tender kiss. Soon I parted my lips and lightly sucked Leanne's bottom lip between my own before I tilted my head and slowly insinuated my tongue into her small mouth. I ran my tongue all over the inside of her mouth, tasting her teeth, cheeks and her tongue. Our tongues slid and glided over and around each other, feeling and tasting the other. I pulled mine back into my mouth and sucked on hers as she followed. As she pulled hers back I followed it and felt her suck my tongue into her mouth.

My dick began to leak precum as our kiss became more erotic and passionate. I could also feel Leanne's stiff clit throbbing against the underside of it as she squirmed closer to me on my lap. As we kissed I slipped my hand between us, grabbed my shaft and tried to push it down but instead just pushed it hard against Leanne's sensitive clit.

Leanne hissed a sharp in-drawn breath before she moaned sensuously and raised herself a little on her knees. The extra room allowed me to push my dick down and under Leanne's raised body and I pushed the spongy head of my dick along the groove of her slit, swiping it back and forth from her entrance to her clit and back again.
I could feel her hot oily secretions coating my glans and was not surprised when she finally lowered herself onto me when I was poised at her entrance.

I felt the spongy glans of my dick get squeezed by her tight entrance and then suddenly pop inside of the tight, wet grip of her immature vagina. The feel and thought of penetrating the pussy of an eight-year-old girl was almost enough to make me cum right then, but I held onto Leanne tight and tried to relax until eventually, the feeling of impending release subsided.

With slow, small thrusts she worked my cock up into her tight sheath, each thrust taking me in a little further, until finally she was again sitting on my lap with my dick speared deep into her tight, hot and very wet grip.
"F - Fuck me..." she half panted, half moaned.
Not wanting to disappoint her, I held her tight to me and manoeuvred her back onto the bed under me. I lifted myself up onto my hands and looked down at her glowing face as I slowly dragged my cock almost all the way out of her velvet grip, and then slid smoothly back in.

I watched surprised as Leanne screwed up her eyes and moaned as I felt her velvet muscles grip and ripple along my shaft as she came. I raised myself up even further and looked at our union as I slowly withdrew and then plunged home again. Her plump labia were obscenely stretched around my shaft as I again pulled almost all the way out and plunged smoothly back in, and then felt her wrap her slender legs around my hips as I reached bottom.

Leanne was moaning almost constantly as I slowly fucked deeply in and out of her tight sheath. Rolling her head from side to side and pulling her heels against my butt, trying to make me go faster as she thrust her hips up at me. With every third or fourth thrust I felt her pussy tighten and ripple on my dick as she came again and again. With every small cum she had I increased the pace of my fucking. Soon I was pounding into her limp body as she seemed to be having one long continuous orgasm.

I felt my own climax rapidly building up as my balls tightened and the burning need to cum became unstoppable. With an inarticulate yell I came hard, blasting jet after scalding jet of my seed deep into her immature womb. Leanne must have felt my climax, as I squirted my seed into her I felt her cunt savagely clamp down on my invading member and spasm along my shaft as she squealed out her pleasure and then collapsed.

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The alarm woke me bright and early on Monday morning, and I had showered, dressed and was driving in the car to work before I wondered why I was still continuing like it was normal, if I was living in a delusional fantasy world of my own mind's making?

As I drove to work, the air around the car gradually filled with a mist that slowly thickened to a dense fog. I couldn't help but wonder if the freaky weather that I had driven through on Friday had stayed around for three days.
As the visibility reduced so again did my speed, until I was crawling along wondering if I would be late for work. Surprisingly, the thick fog didn't remain for long and I was soon driving out the other side back into the bright sunlight under the bright blue sky.

Work remained as mundane and as normal as I had ever remembered, but I found myself remembering Leanne and looking forward to when I would get home to her. I drove home under the clear afternoon sky whistling, happily looking forward to an evening with my favourite little girl.

I parked in my driveway and climbed out of my car, but was disappointed to see that Leanne was not outside her house, or waiting for me. I walked to my door sadly and let myself in, I took a long lingering look outside, hoping to see Leanne come running up, before I reluctantly closed the door on the empty street.

I quickly prepared and ate my evening meal, wondering if Leanne would show up and surprise me as she had on Friday. Once I had washed the dishes and still saw no sign of Leanne, I decided to log on and chat for a while, see what was happening with Orchid and BL.

As soon as I logged into the site I noticed that Orchid had changed things back again, back to how I remembered them before. I chuckled that she would be so fickle as to change it all back after only one weekend.
I logged into chat and greeted everyone with, "Hiya gang :D" as usual. I was in the process of asking how they all were, when I got a private message popup from Whyte Orchid telling me in no uncertain terms that she was pissed at me for talking about pictures of Leanne all weekend.

My stomach dropped and my heart raced in my chest... was that the reason Leanne was not with me? Was I back from my delusional world? Back in the real world again?
Feeling panic tightening my throat, I quickly moved to look at my author page. "No!" I yelled in despair as I found nothing of the wonderful pictures of Leanne... they all were gone as if they had never existed.
I knew I couldn't ask Orchid, she was mad enough at me as it was... as I thought of her, I wondered just what I had said in my delusion that had angered her so much. As I looked back, I didn't think I had gone too far, nothing she should get overly angry at anyway.

Then it struck me, if I had chatted in the real world as I had chatted in my delusion, then maybe I might also have been with Leanne, forcing her... raping her when I was deluded that she was willing.
"No!" I thought to myself. I wouldn't have done that to my sweet girl, I couldn't have... it slowly dawned on me that there was more going on than I knew.

I finished what I had been typing and added a little more, finally sending, "How were you guys over the weekend?? Did ya miss me?? :D" I then privately sent to Orchid, "I don't know what you are going on about Orchid, I've not been in chat since last Wednesday!" I was not sure what was going on, but I meant to find out.

"Lensy," Orchid sent privately, "someone came into chat with your nic, pretending to be you."
I glanced at the main chat and saw that BL (once again "Beauty_Lover") had also responded, "You're kidding Lens :o then who was that other guy this weekend? :o "

"What!! :o " I sent privately back to Orchid, "What did he say?" As I waited for her reply I responded to BL in the main window, "Not me BL... someone must have got my chat password, I guess I'll have to change it :o "

"He asked me if I'd got the pics of Leanne he'd sent" Orchid finally replied, "I couldn't believe you would do that, so I emailed you asking what the fuck was happening." I waited patiently and was soon rewarded with more, "You / he replied by asking me when I'd dropped the pics from the site... as he put it 'the beautiful nude pics of young girls' " she then continued, "he responded from your email Lensy..."

It was then that it began to dawn on me what had happened. I quickly looked over my pc and checked out the last accessed date and times on certain files, and logs for logons and such. What Orchid had said was true, my pc had been used on Sunday, and I knew I had not used it on Sunday, I had been too busy with Leanne...

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It took a lot more research, in my local library's reference section as well as the internet, but eventually, after many days of reading, I determined what I think happened to me that strange, sexy, unforgettable weekend...

Scientists claim that there are an infinite number of realities, where every decision is taken in all possible ways. For every coin toss, there are many realities; one where the result was heads, another where it was tails and a third where it landed on edge.
These scientists also say that the barrier between the realities is very strong and it would take a huge amount of energy to travel from one to the other.

I, however, think differently; the barrier is thin, and sometimes it gets so thin that it becomes permeable and things can cross over from one reality to the other easily... as happened to me... twice. I also think that the freaky fog on a warm summer day was a symptom of the reality barrier getting permeable, an indicator if you will.

Please heed my warning gentle reader, if you don't want to find yourself in some alternate reality, don't go wondering in foggy weather, who knows what reality you may end up in...
But, if you do, please be kind to any strangers you may find... it could be me passing through, trying to find my way back to that other reality that I lost, back to my sweet little lover Leanne.

Author's Note:
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