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 This is a fictional story depicting graphic sexual situations between a man
and preteen girl.  Romany does not condone child abuse and this story
should not be interpreted as an endorsement of such behavior.  If this
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   All names and situations described herein have no relationship to any
persons living or dead.
   Patient Persuasion
   By Romany
   (M/g)
   Fuller looked out the window of his small shed and saw the girl through
the gap in the trees separating their properties.  He had seen her
sporadically since she moved in but had never met her parents or the girl.
He had no idea if she was an only child or there were more siblings he had
yet to see.  From the distance he saw her staring down at her bike;
fiddling with the crank or pedal.  It was then he deduced the chain had
come off the sprockets and she was having trouble getting it back on;
wheeling the bike in a tight circle, no doubt to allow the chain to stretch
back over the teeth of the gears.  At one point she stood up and he heard a
distant cry of anguish as apparently the chain had jumped the gears once
more.  She was facing him and must have seen him standing at the window of
his shed looking at her.  She shrugged and pointed down to her bike. 
Fuller's heart leapt at her apparent invitation.  His old weakness bubbling
under the surface and despite him recognizing the signs, he was drawn to go
to her and make an assessment of her while he did what he could to fix her
problem.  He involuntarily licked his lips and adjusted his crotch; almost
without realizing he had done it.  He walked quickly out of the side door
and rounded the shed to walk through the trees towards the girl.  As he
approached he quickly took in her form.  She was ten, maybe eleven or
twelve.  Clearly preteen and there was no hint puberty had hit in the
obvious shape of breasts.  She wore a plain yellow t-shirt and baggy
shorts; the type that had the pockets on the legs.  She wore a pair of
light tan scuffs on her feet.  She was tall and slender and in relation to
her lack of breast development, her hips and waist were the same; slender
as a boys.  Her hair was long and brown in color; hanging over her
shoulders with two long tresses down her chest.  As he approached she
smiled at him and as he drew near she called to him.
   "My chain has come off," she said and looked ruefully at the offending
article tangled over the main drive sprocket.
   "Well that's no good," Fuller replied cheerily.  "Let's see what we can
do."
   He arrived at the girl and her bike and took hold off it by the
handlebars and saddle.  He moved away from her and flipped the bike onto
the handle bars and saddle so it perched upside down.  Deftly he positioned
the chain over the smallest sprocket of the gear assembly on the rear wheel
axel and then draped the other end over the large drive sprocket on the
pedal crank.  Bending, he operated the gear selector on the handle bars as
he slowly turned the crank and watched the chain set onto the teeth of the
main sprocket; all the while watching the rear gears and adjusting the
selector so the chain rolled true over the teeth of each gear.  It took a
full rotation of the pedal crank to see the chain firmly seated on the
teeth of the gears and crank sprocket.  Having done this, Fuller rotated
the pedal crank several times, observing the gears at the rear axel.
   "Do you change gears often?" he asked the girl.
   "Not really.  I just have it on the middle one," she answered.
   As she spoke the chain jumped the rear gear and flopped inside of the
gear spindle.  Fuller crouched closer and saw that the gear derailleur was
somehow bent.  It was removing the chain instead of gently passing it from
one gear to the next as operated by the selector.
   "It needs a bit of subtle force," he said and looked at her.
   He took in her pretty face with an intrigued look at what he was doing.
He felt the forbidden feeling and again licked his lips without realizing
it.  She stared expectantly at him not knowing what he meant.
   "I need to take it to my workshop and straighten this piece here," he
said touching the d�railleur.  "Come on...you can see what I do," he said
with a grin.
   The girl had no qualms about following her neighbor wheeling her bike
with the back wheel held off the grain to stop the gears from fouling the
dislodged chain.  He led her around the far side of the shed and upended
the bike by the door and disappeared inside.  She stood outside waiting and
he poked his head out the door and beckoned her to come in.  Once again she
had no qualms about joining him and as she entered, her eyes opened wide
with the various items he had in the shed which was clearly a small
workshop.  Fuller fixed things; all kinds of things.  He had a knack for
taking broken or dysfunctional things and repairing them.  There were
clocks, toys and various small collections of electronic bits and pieces he
had acquired at yard sales.  He never actually sold anything; he just liked
making things work again.  Occasionally he gave items away to friends but
largely his shed had become cluttered with a myriad of repaired items, as
well those items in need of repair.  He chuckled at her expression and
turned away and fossicked under the bench along the window for a toolbox
which he sat on the floor.  He selected a set of vice grips and a small
hammer and grinned at her as he held them up.
   "This should do the trick," he said.
   The girl was still enthralled at the stuff in the shed that he pushed
past her and went outside leaving her to take in the sight inside.  When
she eventually joined him, she saw he was holding the d�railleur with the
vice grips tightly clamped on one end, and he was lightly tapping it to
straighten the subtle bend he had detected earlier.
   "What's your name?" he said, as he tapped the gears.
   "Hannah," she answered.  "Hannah Weinberg.  We've just moved in."
   "And how old are you Hannah Weinberg?" Fuller asked with a chuckle.
   "Eleven, nearly twelve," Hannah replied.
   `And do you have any brothers or sisters?" Fuller asked and stopped to
look at her.
   "I have a sister...Sarah...she's nine," Hannah replied.
   "And where is she today?" he asked the girl.
   "She has dance Tuesdays and Thursdays," Hannah replied.
   It was Thursday today.
   "Oh so your mom has taken Sarah to dance," he said.
   "No, Mrs.  Cohen takes her with her daughter Sasha," Hannah explained.
   "So are you at home by yourself?" Fuller asked, pretending he was
slightly surprised she was alone.
   "No Mrs.  Jankowizc is here.  She looks after us after school while mom
and dad are at work," the girl replied.
   "Aah...like a nanny?" fuller said.
   "Sort of," Hannah replied.  "But she's sitting inside watching TV; soap
operas which I can't stand.  I want to watch my shows but she takes over
the TV," she said frowning as she recalled her caregivers monopolizing the
TV.
   "Oh that's no good.  So you decided to ride your bike and the chain came
off," he said.
   "Yes...it's a nuisance.  It has done it since we moved here," she said.
   "Maybe the derailleur...this thing here...got bent when something was
wedged against it in the removal truck," he suggested finishing the subtle
straightening of the derailleur.
   He fitted the chain once more and turned the crank to ensure the chain
tracked true on the gears and sprocket.  Satisfied it was solidly engaged,
he flipped the bike onto its wheels, and lifting the rear wheel, He pushed
the pedal crank and adjusted the gear selector as he slowly rotated the
crank and watched the chain move smoothly from one gear to the next.  Up
and down.  He had cured the chain of jumping the gears and he dropped the
back wheel to the ground and it stopped spinning.
   "There you are young Hannah," he said with a grin.  "As good as new."
   The girl beamed at him and took the bike by the handlebars and saddle,
and swung her leg over and stood astride the bar.  In his day, girl's bikes
had sloped bars so girls could mount the bicycle when wearing dresses. 
Nowadays bikes generally had the horizontal bar for boys and girls bikes
alike.  He stared at the girls crotch pressed against the bar, her feet
pointed so she supported herself on tiptoes.  Fuller licked his lips again.
It was an outward sign of his secret affliction; the wrestle his conscious
mind was having with his basic instinct.
   "Thank you so much..." Hannah began.
   "Fuller...just call me Fuller," he chuckled realizing the girl was
searching for his name.
   "Thank you Mr.  Fuller," Hannah beamed and placing a foot on the pedal,
she lifted herself and pushed forward and soon she was riding in a circle
on Fuller's back lawn.
   He watched her and he was excited he had met her.  She had no fear of
being with him and he felt a surge of warmth that she was not openly
suspicious of him as she really should be; being as he was unknown to her
family despite him being their neighbor.
   "You are most welcome Hannah," he called as the girl rode expertly in
circles.
   She rode back over to him and sat on the saddle with one foot perched on
the ground to hold her upright.
   "What's all the stuff in the shed?" Hannah asked.
   "Oh I like to fix things," he chuckled.  "If you have anything that's
broken, bring it to me and I'll see what I can do," he grinned.
   "You have some cool stuff," she said grinning at him.
   "What did you like most?" he asked smiling at her.
   "That clown looked kind of neat," she said referring to a large toy
clown with red hair.
   "Its mechanical...clockwork," he grinned.  "It's supposed to dance and
roll on the floor and tumble," he chuckled.  "But I've never got the
mechanism quite right to make it properly coordinated.  I shall make that
my project for you," he said laughingly.
   "You don't have to," she aid with a grin.  "But it might be nice for
Sarah," she added as an afterthought."
   "Then you will have to help me fix it," he grinned.  "Would you like to
do that?"
   She grinned and nodded and said "OK" to his suggestion.
   "I'd best go," she said feeling there wasn't much else to say.
   He walked closer to her and took the handlebars with one hand.
   "You can come and help any time you want to," he said reaffirming his
suggestion that he felt she had passed off, despite her saying OK.  "On
lots of things...if Mrs.  Jankowizc continues to hog the TV as she does,"
he grinned.
   Hannah grinned at him.  She wanted to go back into his shed and explore
the interesting stuff he had.
   "Cool," she said quickly.  "But not now as I'd best get back inside. 
Sarah will be home soon and we eat dinner early Thursdays."
   "Why is that?" Fuller asked quizzically.
   "Mom and dad have a medical practice.  They are both doctors and its
late night on Thursdays so we eat without them.  Most days they get home at
seven or seven thirty.  But Thursdays it is nearer ten o'clock when they
return."
   "Oh well that makes sense," he said smiling at her.  "No point in
getting hungry while waiting for mom and dad to come home," he chuckled.
   `Well...I'd best go," she said and turned the handlebars to point
towards the trees to ride between the hanging branches and back onto her
yard.
   Before she could rise to put weight on the crank, he held the bike and
leaned closer.
   "Hannah it might not be a good idea to say anything to your parents
about coming here," he said quietly.
   Hannah's face clouded at his statement.
   "It's just that they may be alarmed you came here without Mrs. 
Jankowizc knowing.  It will get her into trouble; and they might admonish
you for being with me when I don't know them.  I am sure you get advice
from them and your school about strangers," he said looking at here with
mock concern.
   Hannah grinned at him
   "Sure MR.  Fuller...I know what you mean," she grinned.  "But while I
think you're Ok I won't mention it.  Maybe once you meet mom and dad, it
will be Ok."
   "And if I don't get to meet them soon, just come over anyway...but don't
let on to Mrs.  Jankowizc or your folks...or Sarah...just yet," he crooned.
"I can make time to introduce myself.  Maybe this weekend," he added.
   She nodded her agreement.  Hannah knew he was right that there would be
some explaining to do if she said she had come onto their neighbor's
property alone.  She should not have come over here without Mrs.  Jankowizc
being aware.  It would certainly cause a ripple with her parents.  But he
was a nice old man and she was grateful he had fixed her bike for her.  And
there were lots of neat things she wanted to check out in his shed.
   "Maybe come over when Sarah is at dance...Tuesdays and Thursdays was
it?" he said.  "And in time I will know your family and Mrs.  Jankowizc,"
he said with a grin.
   "OK Mr.  Fuller...that seems good," Hannah said with a grin.
   He let the handlebars go and she pushed off on the pedal; and once she
had balance and way on, she turned and waved with a wiggle of her fingers
and wobbled a little as she steered through the hanging branches of the
trees that separated their yards.
   Fuller watched her go; peering at her delicious butt on the bike saddle.
How he would love her to sit on him.  He licked his lips and absent
mindedly cupped his crotch.  He had an erection.
   "Oh God," he sobbed silently to himself and he hurried into the shed.
   Peering through the window through the gap in the trees, he saw her
briefly as she rode around the side of her house.  He frantically unzipped
his flies and hauled his large veined cock into the cool air and rapidly
masturbated until he ejaculated with a cry of anguish; his semen spilling
in large blobs onto the dusty wooden floor of the shed.
   "Not again," he gasped under his breath.  "Oh sweet Jesus not again,"
and he sagged at the knees and had to steady himself with one hand on the
bench; while the other stroked his cock.
   He felt the slimy residue of his ejaculation run back along his cock and
under his gripping hand.  He looked out the window as he lifted the hand,
almost in a trance, and licked the smears of semen from it.
   ***
   After Fuller had composed himself and restored his deflating cock to his
pants he secured the shed door and went back to the house.  At forty-eight
years of age, Fuller had been alone since his wife had left him all those
years ago.  When Alison was nine, nearly ten; and Aaron was six.  He sat in
a chair in his living room and stared idly at the floor; remembering the
events that led to her abrupt departure and vowing never to see him again,
nor let him ever see Alison again.  She had caught him that day she had
forgotten her pocket book when she and Aaron had left for the supermarket.
He had slyly convinced his wife that Alison should stay back with him on
some feeble pretext that she had no suspicion of.  Returning to get the
pocket book, and hearing his low voice from Alison's room, she had stepped
in to see what was happening.  She caught him standing beside the girl's
bed with Alison lying on it with her dress pulled up; and naked from the
hips down.  He was fondling his daughter as she lay passive; used to this
behavior by her father for some three years since she started school.  He
had taught her to fondle him, and eventually he fondled her.  And over the
past year Alison was taught to be an expert little cock-sucker for her
father's incestuous lust.  He had not penetrated her with anything other
than his fingers; usually lubricated with the sex lubricant that was her
mothers; taken from their bedroom nightstand.  Intercourse would have been
the inevitable had he not been caught that day.  His wife had remained
remarkably controlled, not wanting to alarm or upset their daughter.  She
had instructed the girl to leave the room and go and sit in the car with
Aaron.  She coldly warned him not to say a word or she would scream the
house down he was a child rapist.  He sank to his knees sobbing and
remained there while she hurriedly packed two large suitcase and left with
the children.  The divorce went swiftly and he consented to everything she
asked for in return for her not reporting him to the police.  She gained
the right of sole custody of the children with visitation at her
discretion; which she made sure never happened.  The house was sold and she
took the majority of the settlement; leaving him with a bare minimum to
start again.
   For the past fifteen years he had not heard from his wife once.  She had
refused any alimony and any sort of contact; to break from him completely,
and some how she must have gotten by.  His parents were flabbergasted at
his sudden divorce and he feebly passed it off as a series of problems he
and his wife had agreed could not be solved; so divorce was inevitable. 
When pressed on their grandchildren, he said the split was not amicable and
his ex-wife had moved several times so he did not know where to contact
her. That part was true.  His parents died within a year of each other;
wondering what had become of their grandchildren.  His children would be
young adults.  He sometimes had panic attacks when he thought of how an
adult Alison might recall the abuse and rat him out.  It would be this way
for the rest of his life; waiting for a knock on the door because his
daughter had accused him of sexual abuse.  In the ensuing years he had
recovered financially and now had this rather nice house in a nice middle
class suburb.  He had had a number of relationships; even an affair with a
married woman with two daughters that he became infatuated with.  But she
had wavered when he urged her to leave her husband and they broken up. 
None of his relationships had blossomed so he was still single.  He had
suppressed the urges that led him to abuse Alison.  The cravings he felt
from an early age that had seen him as a teenager abuse a number of preteen
girls; right through to young adulthood before meeting his wife and their
marriage.  Since the age of fourteen through to twenty-three, Fuller had
abused no less than eleven preteen girls in some manner; gaining access to
them through a patient build up of trust with the girls and their parents.
The stock tools in trade of pedophiles.  He often shook his head at how
easy it had been; particularly in his mid-teens when he was surprisingly
allowed to baby-sit for friends and families that had preteen girls.  He
had actually fucked three of the girls before he was seventeen years of
age; the oldest being nearly thirteen and the youngest, his first sexual
intercourse, was eleven.  He found that as he got older and the age
difference became more obvious, and he was unable to be alone sufficiently
long enough to actually have sex beyond quick hand jobs, blowjobs, and
penetrating the girls while feeling them up.  Usually in his car, public
toilets at remote parks, or occasionally in their own bedrooms when he had
had the luck to befriend families that he had sometimes stayed over with.
Fuller knew his weakness.  He knew he was a danger to young girls.  But he
was incredibly lucky as well as being cunning.  But being caught by his
wife with their own daughter had driven the urges back inside and for the
past fifteen years Fuller had coped with not pursuing his weakness.  Until
now; he had met Hannah Weinberg, age eleven.
   ***
   Fuller made a point of meeting the Weinberg's that Saturday.  They had
been in the street for nearly a month and as he stood on their doorstep
apologizing for being a tardy neighbor at welcoming them to the
neighborhood, they smiled politely and invited him inside.  Rachel Weinberg
was in her late thirties and very serious.  She was plumpish with large
breasts that seemed to jostle as she talked; and her mousy hair showed
traces of premature gray streaks.  Harvey Weinberg was a small man with a
mustache that reminded Fuller of Adolf Hitler's mustache.  He had dark hair
and he was half a head shorter than his wife, who was taller than average.
He looked noticeably older; perhaps more Fuller's age.  Both were family
doctors as Hannah had explained.  Neither Hannah nor the younger daughter
Sarah were present, having apparently both been delivered somewhere for the
day as the Weinberg's were about to leave for morning session at their
medical practice.  As they were close to leaving for the day, they
apologized for not offering him anything as they had to get going.  He
apologized in turn for turning up unexpectedly and excused himself to allow
them to leave.
   "You must come over for a drink," Harvey had called as they walked to
their car.
   But it wasn't a convincing invitation and Fuller felt somewhat deflated
the introduction had gone in such a perfunctory manner.  He was left
feeling they had little interest in him whatsoever.  It was key in his mind
that he befriend them and their daughters.  This is how the trust was to be
built with them.  It could take months; even years.  He was further
deflated by the fact that their daughters were not present.  He was still
yet to see the younger girl, Sarah.  He trudged back home and went straight
to his bedroom.  Going to the walk-in closet, he took out a shoe box stored
in the top shelf placed innocuously to one side in the corner.  He had no
idea why he felt this need but the daughters being absent had stirred some
need for a release of his frustration.  He walked to the bed and placed the
shoe box on the duvet.  Opening the box he removed a folded piece of felt
cloth and then removed a bundle of photographs and spread them face down on
the bed.  He unbuckled his pants and slid them to his knees as he knelt on
the floor.  Taking his erect cock in one hand he slowly turned the photos
over and as he scanned each one in turn, he became very aroused and turned
on.  Each photo was an example of child pornography.  The majority of
photos were pictures of girls lying naked with their legs open and their
vulva lips being held open, either by their hands or adult hands out of
shot.  In one photo it was a woman's hand that held the girl's vulva open.
All of the girls had a dark bar across their eyes; superimposed when the
photos were developed.  But you could tell they were clearly well under
age; some perhaps as young as seven or eight.  Three other photos showed
the butt, thighs, and torso of a man raping the girls that stared blankly
at the camera; the men strategically positioned so the cock was seen
clearly penetrating the girl's sexes yet you could not see the men's head.
These always brought about greatest excitement to Fuller and he began to
whisper obscenities under his breath at his appreciation of these pictures
viewed so many times; and his hand became more purposeful on his cock.
   Fuller was highly excited by the time he turned the last photograph over
and he trembled at the image of a young preteen girl lying with her back
arched and head bent back as her hands supported her in a gymnasts pose;
and her legs spread and braced against her heels as she faced the camera.
Her bald sex was gaping due to her posture.  Fuller began to ejaculate
uncontrollably and gasped as his semen splattered the side of the bed. 
"Alison," he gasped looking at the photo of his daughter; and he sobbed as
he spurted another string of semen onto the bedding.  "Oh Alison," he
sobbed and finally his head fell forward and his face lay on the photos as
he nearly passed out with the pleasure of his release.  This was his
fetish, his autoerotic vice.  Fuller had not done this since he ended the
affair with his married lover with the two daughters.  For three years or
more, the shoe box had been untouched.  He had failed in his bid to get to
the girls when their mother had stayed with their father.  His cock was
still aching hard despite his release.
   "Hannah," he whispered.  "Hannah Weinberg...you will be mine.  I will
have you," he sighed almost inaudibly and he lifted his buttocks off the
backs of his legs where he had slumped on release.
   ***
   Hannah returned to his shed the following Tuesday.  He was working on an
old cuckoo clock that he was having difficulty repairing the cuckoo voice.
He saw her coming through the trees and she grinned as she saw him watching
her through the window; Fuller beaming at her as she approached.
   "Hi," she beamed as she came into the shed.
   "Hello Hannah," he said; barely able to control himself from embracing
her.  She was wearing a skirt with a plain white polo shirt, open at the
neck.  His heart skipped a beat when he saw the indentation made by a
training bra and noted that the shirt fitted tightly enough to hint at
budding breasts within.
   "What are you doing today," she asked cheerily.
   He showed her the clock and demonstrated how the cuckoo voice was
somewhat out of synch with the hands.  She giggled when she heard the
cuckoo noise and confessed she had never seen a cuckoo clock before.  He
smiled and said that with everything being electronic, the cuckoo bird had
no doubt been retired and they laughed.  He placed a tall stool to one side
of where he stood working on the clock and she dragged herself up on it,
exposing her lower thighs and he involuntarily licked his lips as he saw
her thighs squashed together by the tightness of her skirt.  As he tinkered
with the clock, they made small talk about school and friends and Sarah and
her parents and he quickly discerned Hannah was a lonely girl.  They never
went on outings much and if they did it was usually to church related
functions with their parents.  They were Jewish and each summer they went
to a Jewish summer camp near the Catskills.  In the nearly two hours Hannah
was with him, Fuller warmed further to the attractive preteen.  For her
part, Hannah was intrigued by this man.  Why he had no wife.  Fuller had
lied he had never married.  His voice was almost hypnotic to her and the
fact he talked to her about stuff she wanted to talk about was a breath of
fresh air to her.  In the course of this first day together, Fuller made
every effort to subtly bump into Hannah or occasionally put a hand on her
shoulder to emphasize something; letting it linger long enough for her not
to be threatened by what soon became natural to her.  When she finally
reluctantly left, the cuckoo clock was nearer to going `cuckoo' on the hour
or half hour, and she promised to return Thursday and hoped to see it
working.
   Hannah visited Fuller in his shed workshop every Tuesday and Thursday
without fail for over two months as summer ebbed away.  He gave her small
projects to do as part of his fixing things and their relationship was easy
and they became close.  The hoped for friendship with her parents seemed a
distant reality as they always seemed to be at work or going out.  He had
made two further attempts to engage them but each time he was thwarted by
previous engagements or commitments they had.  So he would often remind
Hannah not to tell anyone about coming to his workshop.
   "They just wouldn't understand," he had said, with a hand on her
shoulder and staring into her face.
   The girl knew full well it would look suspicious to her parents; despite
her own comfort level with Fuller.  It always made Fuller wonder why their
caregiver Mrs.  Jankowizc never ever looked for the girl.  He was somewhat
astounded at how slack she was.  During her time with him, the contact
became a normal part of two people in a confined space huddled around
whatever object they worked on, on the bench.  When Hannah left, Fuller
would masturbate franticly out of frustration borne of their closeness yet
never being able to manipulate the contact to his more lurid goal.  The
shoebox came out more frequently and he would give himself excruciating
pleasurable orgasm as he envisaged Hannah while poring over the obscene
images.  The failure to engage the parents had been a big blow to him. 
Typically he needed parental endorsement to have contact that could lead to
a more lascivious approach once the girls were legitimately in his company.
He finally broke through nearly three months after she first came to his
shed with the bike.  She was sitting on the stool as normal, wearing a
dress that was pulled back up her thighs because of how she had to sit. 
She seemed to have no concern how much leg she showed.  Fuller moved around
her a couple of times and she leaned away to allow him to reach a small box
on a shelf beside her.  He removed some screws and turned to put the box
back only this time she did not lean back and he soon realized he was half
leaning across her with his groin pressed against her knee.  As always in
her company, he had a languid half erection and as he realized he was
pressing it against her, he looked at her in a sense of panic he had
crossed a line with their contact.  Instead she held her ground and their
faces were inches away.  Their eyes met and he stood this way staring at
her.  She had a slight smile on he lips and as he was about to pull back,
he noticed she closed her eyes and lifted her face slightly.
   "She wants me to kiss her," he thought with a degree of shock at
Hannah's obvious offering of her mouth.
   Instead of bending to kiss her, Fuller touched his fingers to her lips
and her eyes opened and then she glanced down at his hand before her face.
Slowly she parted her lips and Fuller gently eased his fingers forward as
she drew them into her mouth.  The preteen began to suckle his fingers and
the electric thrill generated by this subtle foreplay caused his cock to
harden completely.  Realizing she was going along at this rather carnal
pass, he pressed his cock against her knee a little harder.  Too his
delight, Hannah squirmed deliberately, which had the effect of pushing and
rubbing his cock.  The girl was overtly engaging with him in dangerous
sexual foreplay.  No harmless kissing here!  The fingers in her mouth were
a symbol of sucking cock, and the knee pushing against his erection was an
obvious overture on her part.  They remained this way for several minutes
as Hannah became bolder with suckling his fingers and he became more
obvious as he lightly rubbed his hardness against her knee.  She still had
her eyes lightly shut and he could hear her regular breathing.  She was
clearly enjoying the contact.  He eased himself carefully away from her and
manipulated his fingers between her lips to distract her from the removal
of pressure of his erection against her leg.  He slowly released his flies
so as she would not be disturbed by his zipper, and eased the hard turgid
prick out into the cool air.  Hannah had one hand resting on the bench and
her other hand on the knee away from his groin.  He gently lifted that hand
and her eyes fluttered briefly as she felt him take her wrist.  He guided
her hand as he shifted his position, and this way, he placed her hand on
his hard erection; jutting at an angle from his open flies.  Her eyes
fluttered nearly to open and then she closed them again, as her fingers
curled around the hard thick flesh in her hand.  `This is what you want,'
he thought to himself.  "So now you've got it.'
   Fuller had knowledge of preteen girls and their anatomy having actually
had sex with some when he was much younger.  He recalled how eager they
were given the relative closeness of their ages; which made it seem more
natural to the girls who had thought they had a high school boyfriend in
Fuller.  He had come to know and appreciate what a lot of girls talked
about and thought about as they approached puberty.  Now he had a clear
adult insight into what they talked about because as he grew older he
became more inquisitive with his conquests and they confessed what they
thought and felt, and talked about with their peers.  He had formulated a
clear pattern from the girls he had abused.  They had all confessed to
thinking about sex and men, and men's penises, often.  This was the
whispered conversation in grade school and middle school bathrooms.  Of
course not all girls would allow men or boys to press home their lust and
in this way a balance and decorum was maintained as boys and girls grew
older.  The normal rites of passage could prevail.  But Fuller had had the
experience at selecting those girls that he could get close to and
eventually seduce into allowing him to touch and fondle them as well as
induce them to masturbate and blow him.  His basic philosophy was `they
will all do it' was just a matter of setting the scene to draw them out and
tap into their juvenile wonderings.  Hannah was more difficult in
comparison as she seemed to be a loner, and he had doubts he could ever get
past the friendly platonic relationship they had on the surface.  But she
had willingly bought into his assertion she should not tell her folks about
coming over here.  He knew she understood the sexual connotations that
others would draw from her being with a middle age man; yet rather than
avoid it by not coming here, she went along with it.  And despite his
recent frustration at not knowing how to begin the seduction, Fuller was
now in a situation he had never achieved so quickly before.  He could not
remember any other girl who he had gone so far with at the very first
improper contact; openly holding his cock was usually achieved only after
many instances of subtly working up to genital contact either way.  Here he
had made it on his first pass at Hannah.  He just knew she was tuned into
what he was doing even if she was clearly naive about what it could lead
to.
   Hannah's breathing became louder as she was clearly excited about what
she held in her hand.  She made a small awkward movement to instinctively
jack him as she knew she should.  He moved the hand holding her wrist back
and forth slowly and she caught on to his need.  As he guided her to become
more certain in her movements, Fuller slipped the fingers from her lips and
stroked her face.
   "That's beautiful Hannah," he whispered, and she opened her eyes a
little to look at him.
   She smiled in a mawkish goofy sort of way, clearly a little embarrassed
she was holding his cock in her hand.  He smiled and brushed her face.
   "Do you want to look at it," he breathed close to her face.
   She fluttered her eyelids, smiled and nodded.  Fuller eased the fingers
from her lips and touched them to the back of her head in a gesture for her
to bend her head down and look at what she held.  He studied her face,
seeing her eyes open wider as she saw the top of his cock jutting above her
hand clasping it like a dagger.  A broad smile came over her face and then
a look of wonder as she saw the first opaque drop of his precum gather at
the eye in the large mushroom shaped head.  He chuckled at her expression
and holding her head lightly, he leaned in and kissed her hair and started
to stroke her ear that he had exposed by pulling her hair behind it.  He
whispered softly how good she was and how great it felt and this way Fuller
coached the preteen to stroke him just to the verge of ejaculation, when he
froze his hand on top of hers to halt her jacking.  He was facing her and
knew he would cum over her legs and clothes which he had to avoid.  Slowly
he eased himself so his butt was against the bench and she faced his side.
Hannah adjusted her grip and she could now see his cock better now that he
had moved to one side.  He nudged her hand again and she resumed the steady
stroking.  Fuller came quickly with several gasps, and as he groaned loudly
Hannah's eyes flew open wide as she saw the strong strings of cum spurt
from the head of the cock in her hand.  She instinctively pushed it to one
side to steer the weakening spurts away from her knees and she watched in
awe as the semen arced to the wooden floor; settling as globules in the
dust.  Hannah went to release her grip but he patted her hand.
   "No...no Hannah," he said quickly, his breath a little ragged from the
ejaculation.  "Keep holding it...feel it...let it soften in your hand," he
crooned and stroked the back of her head lightly.
   The young girl gazed in awe at the stiff flesh in her hand and she
manipulated her fingers lightly to feel the texture better now she had
stopped the rhythmic stroking.  This may have been totally new to the girl
but she was sexually aware enough to know about men and their penises;
albeit from furtive discussions with her classmates and a number of secret
visits to porn sites on her father's laptop.  Fuller continued to stroke
the girl's hair and whispered to her.
   "That's good isn't it Hannah...see how the last drop sits on the
eye...he's getting softer now...sleepy again...you did really well," and
she stared enthralled as the pearl of semen sat in the eye of the cock;
just as Fuller was describing.
   "Touch the pearl Hannah," he crooned and trailed his fingers over her
neck below her ear.
   Hannah trembled as his fingers sent a nice shiver through her body.  She
clasped her bottom lip between her teeth and lifted her index finger off
his shaft and tentatively touched the drop of semen.  It immediately stuck
to her finger and she wiggled it against her thumb and felt how slippery it
was.
   "Look at it Hannah," Fuller crooned, and as she glanced at him he took
her hand from his cock and brought the finger in front of her face to
inspect the film of semen.
   She studied it and decided it now looked quite nondescript.  She started
in surprise as he moved quickly and took her hand and drew the finger into
his mouth.  Her eyes opened wide at the realization he had tasted what had
come from his body.  He saw the look of surprise and chuckled.
   "It's OK Hannah," he smiled.  "It's perfectly safe...and it really
doesn't taste like anything," he said.
   He stroked her face and then leaned down to her and taking her chin
lightly between his thumb and fingers, he placed his lips against hers. 
She closed her eyes instinctively and she allowed the adult man to kiss her
gently.  Fuller eased his tongue between her lips and soon what little
residue of his semen on his lips and tongue, was mingled with Hannah's own
saliva.  He broke the kiss and looked at her with a smile.
   "Now you have tasted it to," he beamed as if it were a huge triumph for
her.
   At first Hannah felt alarmed at this realization he had transferred the
white stuff to her mouth, but as he seemed totally comfortable about it,
she smiled wanly and nodded her acceptance.  She actually hadn't tasted
anything, so she wasn't sure what to think about it all.  Fuller stepped
back and glanced out the shed window at the empty yard.  He made a mental
note that the shed was not exactly private if someone stepped through the
trees to his yard; perhaps Mrs.  Jankowizc looking for Hannah.  A watcher
would see his upper body as he stood at the window, and Hannah sitting side
on to it.  The fact she was here at all was not something he wanted anyone
else to know.  He tucked his flaccid cock back into his shorts and tidied
his pants.
   "Well Hannah," he said cheerfully.  "Back to work.  Let's see if we can
get this contraption going again shall we."
   Hannah glanced at the globules of semen on the dusty floor and then back
to Fuller.
   "Oh that's easily taken care of," he said smiling and scuffed the sole
of his shoe over the semen, working it into the dusty floor and soon it was
no more than a darkish damp patch that would dry.
   When it came time for Hannah to leave, he took her by the arms and bent
close towards her.
   "Will you come back again on Tuesday?" he said expectantly.  "We can
play some more."
   Hannah smiled and nodded.  The excitement was still very much with her
and she had liked what had happened even though she knew it was very wrong.
But who knew?  As long as no one knew it was all right.
   "Good girl," he said quietly and bent and kissed her.  "I can't wait."
   ***
   Fuller busied himself making his dinner.  He felt buoyed by the events
of that late afternoon.  Come time for bed, he lay back and languidly
jacked himself to a shuddering orgasm; remembering the sight of Hannah and
the look of awe on her face as she jacked his cock.  His semen tumbled onto
his naked body and he wiped it with his hands and eventually he massaged it
to disperse and dry on his abdomen and thigh.  Sighing in satisfaction at
the day's events, he pulled the covers over himself and drifted off to
sleep.  He needed to be up early in the morning.  He had adopted an early
start - early finish pattern at his job working for a telecommunications
provider.  This is what allowed him to be in his shed by at least three
thirty each day.  Across the way in her bed Hannah lay thinking about the
day's events as well.  The events were so vivid yet the whole affair had
passed so rapidly she was trying to visualize Fullers hard cock and the
semen spurting from it to his chorus of groans and gasps of delight.  The
fact that she had brought about his obvious enjoyment was not lost on her
and this pleased her.  She really liked Mr.  Fuller and her own sexual
curiosity had been advance in one huge leap.  She knew there was more
although she did not actually know what the continuity would be and where
it would lead.  Of course she knew about sex but at this instant, she had
no sense that full sex was the inevitable conclusion.  She simply regarded
herself as too young to possibly participate in sex.  It had yet to occur
to her that Fuller might covet her for sex.  It had not occurred to her
that stroking Fuller was in fact sex in itself, so in her mind it was OK.
And it was exciting enough to want to repeat; and soon if possible.  She
wanted to take in more of the sight of his erect penis and the semen
spurting forth as he ejaculated.  That would be her comfort zone; no harm
to her and enjoyable to both.
   Hannah returned near four o'clock on the Tuesday.  Their greeting was a
little more stilted than usual as both were already thinking about what had
happened last Thursday and what was to happen today.  Fuller made some
small talk about her weekend and school so far and then suggested she might
like to sit on the stool, which he had moved so she would be less visible
to anyone who happened into his yard.  As she slid backwards up onto the
stool he glanced hungrily at her legs which opened momentarily as she
placed a heel on the rung of the stool and sat back onto the padded seat.
He saw the expanse of flesh that was the tops of her legs and the crease of
her lower thighs clasped together below the hem of the brown dress she
wore. When she was comfortable she sat demurely watching him; her fine
shiny brown hair cascading over her chest and shoulders, down to her waist
at the back.  Fuller did not waste time manipulating a natural point of
seduction but simply smiled at her and opened the front of his pants. 
Hannah swallowed hard and his movements mesmerized her as he slipped the
waist band of his shorts below his now exposed cock and balls; the elastic
pushing the balls forward so they sat obscenely exposed with the cock
already hard, jutting up at an angle to point at the girl on the stool. 
Hannah's eyes opened wide at the sight of his hairy balls.  They had not
been evident last time and she swallowed once more and she felt a little
tremor of apprehension run through her body.  He moved a hand to her hair
and she started as the movement broke her concentration.  He hooked her
tresses behind her ears, and gazed into her eyes and smiled.
   "Touch it Hannah...do what you want to do...like we did last time," he
crooned and his fingers lightly stroked her ears.
   She shuddered and gasped involuntarily and lowered her gaze to the thick
cock jutting from his hairy abdomen; the balls projected forward by the
force of the elastic of his shorts.  She tentatively moved a hand to the
cock and once her fingers had slid gently along it, like a blind person
tentatively feeling to see if the way ahead was safe, she curled her
fingers around it.  She sighed and slowly, awkwardly, began to slide the
skin up and down the thick hard fleshy member.  Fuller watched her face
intently and he saw the apprehension leave her face and a look of reverence
came over her as she found a rhythm that allowed her to jack him smoothly.
Soon she was intently watching her hand and just as before, he stayed the
movement when he felt close and slowly moved side-on to her so he would cum
away from her legs and clothes.  Just as before, he tapped her hand lightly
as a signal to resume and for a second time, Hannah stroked the man to
another shattering release.  Fuller flooded with the desires and feelings
he had repressed for so long until she came into his life.  `I will have
you,' he thought as the pleasure flooded through him.  `In my bed I will
have you.'
   Hannah had barely been in the shed ten minutes when she had taken his
cock in her hand.  After he had spurted onto the floor and the feeling had
subsided, he had closed his trousers and for the next hour they talked. 
Fuller asked her a series of questions about what she knew of sex; and what
her friends knew about sex.  He had always been easy for Hannah to talk to
him and flushed with the excitement of the moment, she related about the
sex discussions she had with her preteen friends.  He asked if any of her
friends had admitted any sort of sexual contact and she eagerly related the
tale of one girl called Hayley who regularly bragged she had `done it' with
her boyfriend who was at high school.  But the girls did not believe her or
that she had a boyfriend; but it was clear to Hannah the girl was more
knowledgeable about adult sexual practices than the rest of the clique. 
Probably through pornography that Hayley confessed her older brother kept
on his MP3 device, and she had seen it numerous times when he wasn't
around. Fuller carefully asked her about whether she touched herself and
Hannah blushed and shook her head quickly.  It was true.  She had had no
thought or inclination to touch herself between her legs.  But she did
think about boys and wondered about sex.  He gently asked if she had had a
period yet and the girl blushed scarlet at the question and confirmed she
hadn't had a period yet.  Despite these two direct personal questions, the
chat was more general and Fuller was pleased she had talked candidly about
her burgeoning sexual awareness.  He sensed she wanted to talk this way. 
He had smiled to himself at her reaction to the questions on masturbation
and her period and reminded himself she was still a young girl.  That's
what he was attracted to.  He could admire and lust after teenager girls
but the flat chested and bald pubis of a preteen girl was his addiction. 
He had learned what he felt and loved it; despite knowing the seriousness
of his failing.
   As September gave way to October, the leaves began to yellow rapidly and
drop as autumn was here.  The foliage that previously hid Hannah's house
from his yard was now slowly revealing the house as the leaves fell. 
Fuller was more conscious of being seen through his shed window so he had
arranged a curtain that was thin material and allowed light through, yet
made it so a person standing in the yard could not see through it.  Hannah
visited twice a week and masturbated Fuller expertly; usually once on
arrival and once more before departure.  The tinkering with broken objects
was now really just a dalliance until he recharged his body; to become
erect for a second bout of masturbation at the hands of his young lover. 
He was careful not to lead her to any other variation and this way he
cleverly built up her trust and acceptance of the act; ensuring she had as
much enjoyment from scrutinizing and fondling him before and after the
actual hand job to orgasm.  He had coerced her gently to touch the semen
that gathered at the head and on one occasion when her hand was near the
head, the semen dribbled back when he came a second time to her stroking.
The final spurt, much weaker due to the previous ejaculation, had slithered
down over her fingers and she made to pull them away but he stayed her hand
by pressuring her wrist.
   "No...wait...its fine," he said as he gasped in release.  "Keep your
hand there Hannah," he instructed."
   She obeyed, looking at the ribbon of semen over the backs of her
fingers. Fuller took the hand and held it so the semen would not drop or
run down her wrist.  He bent and tasted the sticky white release and Hannah
opened her eyes wide.  He licked it gently, staring at her and she met his
gaze.  He held her eyes for a few moments and then offered her hand to her
mouth.  Hannah turned away and looked sideways at her hand with the semen
still lying in a single bead across her fingers.
   "Go on," he whispered.  "Taste it...like I did...it's Ok," Fuller
crooned.  "Remember...you tasted it before when I kissed you," he said
reminding her of the time some weeks back.
   Hannah tentatively drew her hand to her lips and touched her tongue to
the semen.  There was no discernable taste though she could smell the musty
odor from it.  She was used to the smell as it was always present after he
came.  The smell did not deter her and it did not have a definite taste,
certainly not an offensive taste; so she touched her tongue to it again
sampling more of the semen.  Deciding there was little or no taste, Hannah
became bolder and slowly laved the semen from her fingers until they were
clean and damp from her saliva.  Realizing he was right and there was
nothing unsavory about this she licked her lips clean and smiled at him. 
He hugged her too him his flaccid cock pressed against her leg as she sat
on the stool.  `Got you,' he thought slyly to himself.  `Soon you will be a
good little cum-eater to go with your expert hand job.' It had taken over
two months to seduce her to masturbate him so she felt comfortable with the
task.  Now to coax her to regularly take his semen in her mouth.  Fuller
was pleased he had been patient with her.  In time, Hannah came to
regularly lick the second cumming dribbles from her hand; smacking her lips
with a grin for effect to show she was comfortable doing it.  Disaster
happened with the news of Hannah's younger sister Sarah's dance classes
being about to finish.  The absence of the younger girl on Tuesdays and
Thursday was an easy opening for Hannah to slip away from her caregiver's
sight and join him.  She had told Fuller of the inevitable the week before
it happened and he was saddened at the thought their relationship would
have to be curtailed until such time as Sarah's next dance semester after
Christmas and New Year.
   "We can't see each other for ages," Hannah lamented as she held Fuller's
cock in readiness to jack him as she usually did.
   "I know," he said realizing she was right.
   If Mrs.  Jankowizc didn't bother to check on Hannah's whereabouts, you
could bet that a nosy younger sister would; as she did Monday's Wednesday's
and Fridays when she followed her big sister around like a puppy.  As much
as Fuller would like to meet the younger girl because of his carnal
failings, she was a threat to him and Hannah and it was best Sarah never
knew about him.
   "I had wanted to teach you something else...but now we can't," he said
almost apologetically.
   "What?" she said quickly; a sense of excitement in her voice.
   "It's Ok," he said diffidently.  "It would only happen once or twice now
and I wonder if it's worth it," he said eyeing her slyly.
   He wanted her to be eager to this new thing, despite not yet knowing
what it was; the excitement of the unknown.
   "Tell me," she pleaded and cocked her head to one side as a little child
does to plead their case to get their way.
   He deliberately feigned pondering a decision and looking at her pleading
face, he grinned and nodded.
   "All right," he chuckled.  "But you must do exactly as I say," he said
and took her arms and eased her off the stool.
   Hannah looked surprised at him making her stand but clung onto his
erection in her hand.
   "Kneel," he said quietly.
   She obeyed, making sure her knees were placed so the floor did not cause
her discomfort on her knee bones.  He placed a hand gently behind her head
and pressured it slowly towards his cock waving in front of her face. 
Hannah's eyes widened as her face came right up to the tip, and when it
nudged the side of her nose, she heard him say "take it in your mouth
Hannah" in a quiet yet firm instruction.  Hannah had pondered this act many
nights in bed.  When she lay with her hands placed an inch or so from her
sex as she recalled his question on whether she touched herself.  Her mind
often wandered over what she had learned from talking to him.  It had
occurred to her there was plenty more yet he had not seemed interested in
changing what was now becoming routine for her.  Now seemingly that was all
about to change.  She glanced up at him with a look of apprehension and saw
him looking down at her, smiling.  Hannah slowly opened her mouth and moved
the head of the cock in front of her mouth.  Still looking up at him, she
moved her mouth over the cock and lightly closed her lips on it.
   "Good girl...that's it...now suck and move your hand slowly," he smiled
and crooned at her.
   Hannah began to work her lips around the head of the cock and as she
became accustomed to it, she began to move her hand up and down the shaft.
Lowering her eyes she focused on the bushy pubic hair on his pubis and
after a few minutes, Hannah was comfortable with sucking his cock.  She was
well aware of cock sucking as it was a common topic of girl talk.  And
Fuller had alluded to it often in their chats.  If Fuller had been
concerned she would baulk and put up resistance, he was wrong.  The preteen
went at her new task with gusto and vigor.  Soon she was slurping and
sucking as he gently held her head in place; flicking her hair behind her
ears so he could see her mouth stretched around the big cock with the veins
sticking out, and her small hand sliding the foreskin expertly back and
forth.  As she worked she gained more comfort with what she was doing but
it hadn't occurred to her what would happen when he would cum.  Fuller had
that already planned in advance and as he felt his pleasure rise so that
the tell-tale ache of impending release began to grow in his groin, he
eased her off his cock and looked down with a smile.
   "Easy little one," he crooned.  "I'm very close."
   Hannah grinned and looked up at him and wiped her free hand across her
mouth.  She flexed her jaw which had started to ache and then started to
jack him to orgasm.  But he surprised her by taking her hand and lightly
prised the fingers off the cock.  She flicked her eyes up to his in
question and she felt a pang of apprehension when she saw the look of lust
on his face.  This wasn't the usual goofy enjoyable look he got before
cumming.  There was an almost cruel intent as he gazed down at her kneeling
before him.
   "Open you mouth Hannah," he said in a low commanding tone.
   The girl swallowed hard and her apprehension grew.  She stared at him
with her mouth partially open.  Like the child in the dentist chair that
cannot open wide due to the fear of the dentist's drill.
   "Open wide Hannah," Fuller said in his stern tone.
   Hannah obeyed.  There was something in his voice that told her not to
resist him.  Fuller took his cock near the end and in a controlled manner
jacked it in short deliberate jerks, all the while holding the underside of
the tip of the head on Hannah's bottom lip.  She knew instinctively what
would happen and what she had to do.  As Fuller gasped and came, he
struggled to hold his composure to ensure the jets of semen spewed into
Hannah's open mouth; striking the back of her throat and settling in the
bottom of her mouth.  He spurted half a dozen times, shuddering and locking
his knees to ensure his aim.  The last weaker spurts dribbled onto Hannah's
bottom lip, and when he had finished, he eased back and saw a ribbon of
semen from his cock head to her chin.  The girl's eyes had watered as she
fought the tears.  She did not like this and she felt her body shudder as
she stifled a sob.  He had detached her from the act; using her for
himself. Seeing her near to distress, Fuller tapped the bottom of her chin
and Hannah caught the meaning; and as she closed her eyes tightly several
big tears spilled down her cheek, as she closed her mouth and swallowed the
slippery cum mingled with her saliva.
   Fuller congratulated her and hugged her to him after she had wept
briefly and he helped her to her feet.  He crooned over and over again what
a strong girl she was and how it would not harm her.  By the end of the
hugging she had composed herself and with a hint of suppressed hysteria in
her girlish giggle, she agreed it wasn't as bad as she thought it would be.
By the time they had discussed semen and how innocuous it was taken this
way, Hannah had reluctantly agreed this new development was OK.  Fuller put
her endorsement to the test about forty minutes later after he had her take
his flaccid cock out and coerced her to suck it to a full hard erection. 
This part she did without any apprehension but when he took it in his hand
and aimed it at her mouth, the girl reluctantly but obediently, knelt with
her eyes tight shut and her mouth open as he filled her mouth a second
time. The weaker second release was more wayward and she had several
dribbles of cum on her chin which he slid into her mouth with a finger
after she had swallowed the bulk of his ejaculation.  Assisting her to
stand, he hugged her once more and kissed the top of her head and told her
what a good girl she was.  Hannah left, somewhat indifferent to cum eating
but more comfortable with sucking his cock.  As she lay in bed that night
she wished he would just spurt onto the floor; but after involuntarily
working her jaw and throat as she pondered her day's lesson, she knew it
was to be the norm going forward.  She turned on her side, and wondering
how she could keep meeting him beyond next Thursday, she fell asleep.
   Across the way, Fuller reflected on his successful initiation of Hannah
to sucking and swallowing his cum.  He had not always advanced this far
with his previous victims.  There were of course the three girls he had
penetrated in his teens.  But often the abuse was limited to hand jobs or
even just touching the girl's sexes.  He had moderate success with getting
oral sex but rarely the girls cum eating.  Hannah was so far perfect on his
plan towards actually fucking her; he would do everything leading up to
actual intercourse.  He had decided she would be twelve not eleven when
that time came.  He was aware she had a birthday in January so he mentally
put mid-year next year as the likely timeframe when she would be physically
bigger and more able to take a man.  No doubt there would be a
pre-pubescent growing spurt his wife had referred to about their daughter
Alison.  Of course Fuller never got to see that after his wife had left
when Alison was still so young.  There was of course the prospect of early
puberty and the onset of Hannah's period and fertility.  He was thankful
for the vasectomy he had after his son Aaron was born.  He could indulge
himself with any female and never get them pregnant.  This was going much
better than expected.  It was now almost four months of contact to this
point.  He was half way to where he needed to be.  He needed to make the
most of it.  All too soon Hannah would be in her teens and the mood changes
he had heard about would occur.  That would pose some challenges which he
had only so far seen from the positive side.  One of his conquests was a
moody intolerable monster to her parents and this helped a teen age Fuller
fuck her in her own bed; as she was fueled by the sense of rebellion behind
her parents back.
   The last week of Sarah's dance class saw Hannah steal away to visit
Fuller soon after arriving home from school.  She hurried through the cool
late afternoon air; her feet squelching on the layers of yellow leaves that
had settled on the lawn.  The sex was just as enjoyable and Hannah finally
gave into to swallowing Fuller's ejaculation without prejudice.  By the
time the last visit came on the Thursday, Fuller controlled the engagement
as usual, only this time he gasped instruction for her to keep holding the
cock with her hand so that at least half of it was still in her mouth.  In
a weird way, Hannah felt this was a better outcome than simply having her
open mouth as a cum repository.  At least this way she felt she was the one
in control with her hand gripping the cock as Fuller raised his head to the
shed ceiling gasping and groaning, and emotions soared in the pleasure of
his conquest.  Her throat was a rightful place for his turgid cock as it
spewed its joyous release.  There was only the tight cavern between her
legs that was the ultimate haven to make the journey complete.  Patience
was his friend.  She would now be taken from him for at least three months.
He was satisfied he had got this far.  She could ponder what had happened.
He was a little fearful the time away from their sexual games would cause
some amount of reflection on her part.  He hoped it would not lead to
regret.
   There was one minor disturbance in his world.  Halloween.  As trick or
treaters came to his door, Fuller smilingly dispensed the candy and noted
one or two adorable females that he could easily covet in his scheme of
things.  The one female that threw him was the appearance in his doorway of
Hannah and the younger Sarah.  Sarah was dressed in a white body suit that
had a hood whereas Hannah was in street clothes and clearly the younger
girls chaperone.  Sarah explained she was a ghost and as Fuller dispensed
the candy, he was instantly attracted to Hannah's sister.  Sarah was a full
head shorter than her older sister and he knew she was no more than nine.
Hannah observed Fuller's interest in Sarah and knew full well what he was
thinking as he chatted and joked with the younger Weinberg sister.  She
glared at him as a warning; not because she feared for her sister in
Fuller's clutches, but because she was jealous of Sarah getting the
attention.  As they prepared to leave, Fuller caught Hannah's disapproving
stare and smiled at her.
   "I need to be normal with her...like the children who just left...you
heard," he whispered as Sarah turned to inspect her booty bag.
   Hannah glanced down at her sibling and back at Fuller who was feigning a
hurt look from her earlier glare of reproach.  Hannah's feelings softened
and after glancing once more at Sarah to ensure she wasn't listening, she
looked back at him.
   "I miss you already," she whispered and her bottom lip trembled.
   "Patience Hannah," he whispered and broke off his gaze from her as he
saw Sarah turn to look at them.
   "Have a good trick or treat," he beamed at them and Hannah took the cue
and turned and ushered her sister away.
   Fuller closed the door and stumbled to the settee in the living room. 
He frantically opened his flies and pulled out his hardening cock and
flailed madly at it with his hand as the vision of Sarah's cute face framed
in the ghost suit hood flashed before his eyes.  She was so much like
Alison at that age and he gasped and cried out sobbing, as he came
copiously over his trousers and the carpeted floor.
   ***
   The enforced break from Hannah was almost unbearable to Fuller.  He
masturbated continuously.  Sometimes leaving his desk at work to sit on the
can and stroke himself into a wad of toilet paper.  His nights were fitful
and punctuated with numerous bouts of masturbation with the child
pornography strewn over his bed.  The photo of Alison was taken when he had
coerced the naked girl to bend herself backwards, supporting herself on her
hands thrown back behind her; her feet parted as she held the pose while he
took the picture.  What made it precious was he had used a small 35mm
point-and-shoot film camera and he had kept the undeveloped film for a
least two years, after she had been taken away by her mother, before Fuller
found a guy who would develop films `no questions asked.' The guy
specialized in developing private sex photographs as submitted by
adventurous couples.  He agreed to Fuller's request despite misgivings when
he saw the subject's obvious youth.  But as it wasn't actually sex with a
minor, he told himself it was just a picture which did not show actual harm
to the girl.  The fact that it was Fuller's own daughter never occurred to
him.
   Hannah felt just as restless about the lack of contact with Fuller and
on her birthday in early January, she toyed with slipping away from the
house as her friends left.  She hoped her parents would believe she was in
her room, as they sat drinking with an adult couple who had visited for
some cake and delivered Hannah a gift.  But the ever-present Sarah
curtailed any thoughts of sneaking away.  Hannah rightfully knew it was
also possible Fuller did not visit the shed now it was colder, with last
weeks snow still on the yard, and he may not even be there.  Fuller was
right about a possible growing spurt and she was now a full inch taller and
her small boobs had developed quite noticeably in the three months since
she last saw Fuller on Halloween.  Her waist was now apparent from her
slightly broader hips, and there was a sign of fine dark pubic hair on her
pubis.  She spent some time in the shower, or locked in the bathroom,
inspecting her privates.  A friend had furtively mentioned viewing her
vaginal area while holding a mirror under her crotch during one of the more
frequent girl-talk get-togethers at school; now that the preteens were
beginning to develop.  Hannah picked up on the point, and was amazed at the
success in viewing her genitals from an angle she otherwise could never
have seen without the strategically placed mirror.  The sex play with
Fuller had already fuelled her own self awareness and some time between
Christmas and New Year she had actually prised her vulva open with gentle
fingers; with the mirror trapped under her, as she inspected the inner
workings of her open sex.  There had been health classes at school where
the girls were segregated, and with the consent of their parents,
rudimentary health and sex instruction was provided.  Coupled with her
already considerable experience, Hannah tentatively began more furtive
fumblings inside her pajamas as she lay in bed; flat on her back with her
legs drawn up and her hand pushed between her legs.  Over a short period of
time, the young preteen learned about herself, and one dark evening as she
was cocooned under her blankets, she felt the first juvenile tremors of
arousal.  By the end of the week she had mastered the art of female
masturbation to a basic degree.  Despite the pleasurable feelings there was
no actual release that she knew she might have; for some reason just out of
her reach.  She knew what she was striving for was something that she could
relate to in Fuller's gasping and groaning when he ejaculated.  But she
could never quite get there.  In these few months the preteen advanced her
own sexuality just as effectively as Fuller had done; now with an element
of personal pleasure for her, and not just the excitement of participation
she felt when with Fuller.
   In reality the time did pass quickly and it was sometime in late January
that Hannah stood at the side of her house and peered through the bare
trees at the aluminum shed now more obvious on Fuller's yard.  Glancing
behind her, she walked deliberately towards the shed, holding a small ball
in her hand.  This was an alibi prop should Mrs.  Jankowizc see her on the
neighbors yard.  She would say she was retrieving a ball; the one she held
in her hand.  Fuller wasn't there.  She frowned and felt a sense of
frustration at the empty shed.  Glancing around the corner of the house as
a cursory check for her caregiver, and seeing the path was clear, Hannah
pressed on towards Fuller's back door.  By the time she arrived at the
doorstep, her sense of anxiety had mounted, fearing she would be discovered
too far onto Fuller's property.  She tapped lightly on the door and waited.
There was no answer and she glanced at her watch.  It was nearly four
o'clock.  It occurred to her Fuller would not know Sarah's classes were now
Mondays and Thursdays not Tuesdays and Thursdays as before.  She quickly
turned and walked back to her yard and went inside the house.  Mrs. 
Jankowizc was slumped in her father's armchair watching a late daytime soap
opera on cable.  Without a glance at the rotund woman, Hannah went up to
her room and scribbled a hasty note.  It read simply `Monday and Thursday
not Tuesday and Thursday'.
   Fuller found the note pushed under his back door and he beamed realizing
what it meant.  Sarah had started dance class again.  Hannah had been here.
Come Thursday, he was waiting in the shed when he saw her almost running
towards it.  She had seen him in the window with the curtain half pulled.
As she came through the shed door, he pulled the thin curtain completely
and turned to catch her as she stumbled into the shed; warmed by a small
electric heater he had going.  He instantly saw the change in her body
despite the baggy jeans and layers of pea coat, jersey and shirt that she
was wearing.  He crushed her to him and they hugged.
   "I missed you," he gasped.
   "I missed you to," Hannah responded and he held her close.
   He became instantly hard with the object of his desire feeling warm
against him.  Hannah was prepared and she pushed a hand between them and
fondled his hardness through his pants.  She smiled up at him and he
grinned at her and nodded.  She pulled the zipper down and fished his
erection out with some difficulty as it got trapped inside his shorts. 
Once she had it in her hands she dropped to her knees and mentally noted a
large coir mat he had placed on the wooden floor.  It would be softer on
her knees as she knelt at her task.  Hannah knelt and expertly worked
Fullers big thick cock until he came in her throat; gasping and groaning
`it's been too long' as he spilled forth into her.  If she has shown
reluctance on the two occasions before when he had induced her to take him
while in her mouth, she had no such qualms now.  The three month of
abstinence had allowed the girl to redefine her role in their sex.  She was
now going to be in charge of giving him oral sex.  Not be subjugated as she
had been when he stood and jacked into her mouth.  She started him off, and
finished it off; just as she had determined she would.  After he came, she
stood, wiping her mouth and grinning at him; still holding his erect cock
with a small pearl of cum on the knob.
   "Good?" she said grinning at him.
   "So good," he laughed and embraced her.
   "But look at you," he said holding her by the upper arms.  "You're so
tall, and what is happening here," he chuckled and indicated the bumps on
her chest that were barely visible three months ago.
   Hannah blushed.  She may have just undertaken a very adult task but she
was still the shy reserved little Jewish girl most people saw her as.
   "Boobs," she giggled with embarrassment.
   "Oh wow," Fuller said.
   He caught himself just before he was about to blurt out "let me see
them." He recognized her embarrassment and mentally admonished himself that
patience was his friend.  `In time' he thought; `in time.'
   They talked quietly about what had happened since their last meeting and
he reminded her to be careful coming here.  In his mind he knew he wanted
to get her to his house and ultimately onto his bed.  But he would take one
visit at a time.  He congratulated her on being so relaxed about taking him
fully orally and eventually he returned to the fact of her obvious body
change.  She felt more comfortable with him now they had talked and she
admitted her boobs had appeared at quite an alarming rate over Christmas
but had since stalled in development.  Fuller swallowed hard at the
discussion and couldn't help himself placing his palms against each breast.
Hannah gasped in surprise at his move and put her hands on his wrists as if
to wrench them away.  But she caught her actions and relaxed and covered
his hands and held them there.  They stood for a minute or two as Fuller
felt the chubby bumps behind her sweater and shirt and massaged them
lightly, searching for the nipple.  Hannah watched his hands and
occasionally looked up and smiled her acceptance at what he was doing. 
Feeling emboldened by her consent, Fuller slowly but deliberately pulled
the sweater bottom out and released her shirt from the waist of her jeans.
Hannah watched with a brief flush of concern, but as his hand slowly moved
up against her bare skin, she closed her eyes and took his upper arms as he
slid the hand under the bra cup.  He felt the definite swell of the young
breast and soon took the nipple in his fingers and began to manipulate it
gently.  Hannah winced as he pinched the little nubbin and he adjusted his
pressure.  As he fondled her breast and toyed with the nipple Hannah
started to feel the warm feeling she had learned during her masturbatory
exploration between her legs.  As she felt warmed and relaxed by Fullers
hand, she felt herself waver and he recognized the glimmer of arousal in
the preteen.  Smiling to himself he maneuvered her so she was leaning back
against the work bench and set about massaging and stroking her breast and
nipple with a steady deliberate rhythm.  Her nipple was small yet hard to
his grasp.
   Hannah was now in a state of mild euphoria at the feelings his breast
manipulation were casing her.  Standing half resting against the bench with
her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open as she sighed and began to
breathe a little heavier as the warmth filled her body; flushing at the
scalp and down through the pit of her groin into her legs and toes.  It was
in this state that she missed his free hand deftly open the front of her
baggy jeans; and it was only when he had brushed the swell of her sex with
his fingertips that her eyes flew open in surprise.
   "Easy my beautiful Hannah," he whispered and before she could speak or
cry out, he kissed her as he pinned her against the bench.
   Hannah's first instinct was to repel the hand that was now in her jeans;
the tips of the fingers pressed in against her vulva, snug in her
underpants.  But the kiss killed of the cry of objection and Fuller
skillfully manipulated the nipple between his thumb and fingers and she
caved in.  Sagging a little as the feeling ran through her.  She succumbed
to this new seduction and this way Fuller kept the girl in a state of
arousal.  When he felt she was relaxed about the work of his two hands he
broke the kiss and looked down at her.  She opened her eyes and looked up
at him somewhat mawkishly; a little embarrassed at her state.
   "Let's make it a bit easier," he whispered and his hand on her pubis
deftly moved to open the button at her jeans waist.
   She wore no belt and the jeans opened wide.  She glanced down and a
fleeting look of concern clouded her face as he pushed at the waistband of
her light blue panties.  Holding her gaze and looking for any hint of
objection in her eyes, he slowly eased the panties down past her vulva to
just below her crotch.  Still holding her gaze, he slipped his finger
deftly between her vulva and after a few strokes up towards her clitoral
hood; Hannah closed her eyes and sighed as a new feeling of warmth engulfed
her.  This was familiar to her.  His fingers were doing what hers had
learned to do.  Fuller fingered her slowly as he continued with her breast
and nipple.  She parted her lips a little and he watched her face and saw
her enjoyment.  Soon she made little `o-o-h' noises and he felt her
moisten. He smiled to himself.  `Got you' he thought luridly.  If Hannah
had taken herself to a place just short of total release, she felt Fullers
fingers lead her beyond where she had been before.  As the fingers curled
up against her clitoris, the fingers and thumb pinching her nipple gave a
new sensation to her feelings.  Hannah was aware that someone was making
moaning noises and she felt a tremble in her legs and in the pit of her
groin.  Somewhere the moaning became a low wail and Hannah realised it was
her voice as she felt the wave of pleasure rip through her body.  From her
scalp to her toes; and every inch of her body in between.  Hannah panted
and wailed "o-o-h" and "a-a-h" as her first real orgasm coursed through her
young body.  As the feeling rolled through her and the wave eventually
began to subside, she staggered against the man whose magic fingers had led
her to the place her own could not get her to.  She came in a series of
gentle spasms and finally gasped and fell against him; his hand jammed
under her bra holding her breast and his fingers pushing firmly against her
clitoris.  If she did not know of these feelings before, she had come to
learn and would covet them from his hands and her own, as she went forward.
   Fuller was ecstatic with her reaction to his handiwork.  He had no idea
she was so advanced in her sexual response.  Of course how could he know?
He had used her as a hand and mouth for his own pleasure.  But now he had
discovered a serious libido that had allowed her to experience this feeling
of bliss.  He definitely had her now.  She would come to him now for her
pleasure.  Not just to administer his for the excitement it gave her
without release.  This was a watershed moment in his seduction of the
preteen.  As she finally opened her eyes, he kissed her and he took his
hands from their places and held her face tenderly.  They kissed some more
and she could not contain the need to smile when he broke their kiss.  She
was ecstatic for what had happened to her.
   "You got there," he breathed softly against her ear as he held her.
   She hugged him and lightly bit her bottom lip in a nervous reaction to
the joy she felt at what had happened.
   "I did," she said with a small laugh.
   He held her face tenderly again and planted small kisses on her cheeks.
She held his gaze as he stepped back and studied her face.  She saw a
thought pass over him and he dropped to his knees.  She opened her eyes in
surprise at to what he was doing and with a feeling of embarrassment and
excitement, she opened her eyes even wider as he stood and stared at her
naked sex.  She looked away in embarrassment but did not move; her hands
resting on his shoulders.  Fuller studied the full thick labia with the
smaller lips crinkled inside the crease of the mound of her vulva.  He saw
to the sparse hairs that were the signal of her pubic bush, yet to sprout.
He leaned in and sniffed and caught the faint odor of her sex.  Hannah was
feeling confused and somewhat taken aback by his over-personal interest in
her genitals and she felt he should look away.  As she made to move to
interrupt his obvious reverie he surprised her further as he leaned in and
she felt his tongue slide between the exposed sex lips.  She gasped out
loud and her hands gripped his shoulders.  This was another activity she
had heard about; had talked about with her friends.  Now here was a man
sliding his tongue up and along her virgin sex.  She felt the need to push
his head away but yet she stayed riveted in position as he slowly brought
back the feelings she had enjoyed from his fingers earlier.  As he worked
more firmly on her Hannah felt a finger come up from under her crotch as
Fuller pressed the digit into her vagina and he slurped firmly against her
clitoris.  She became aroused and any thought at fleeing the impertinence
of her adult lover vanished as she went beyond resistance.  Fuller brought
the young girl to a second more violent orgasm and it was so intense she
staggered and nearly fell.  And to complicate her loss of balance, as she
became more aware of her situation, she found one of her own hands was
pinching and teasing the nipple on her breast.  She had placed her own hand
there and not realized it in her delicious confusion of arousal.  This was
truly an enjoyable yet shattering reunion.
   When she left, her clothing fully returned to normal, she was minus her
panties.  After she had recovered and he had induced her to go down on his
cock once more, he had asked her for a memento of this day.  She was
somewhat taken aback and had offered to bring a clean pair next visit.  But
he was insistent and she was somewhat perturbed at his need for her
underwear.  She kicked her shoes off and turned away as if in an attempt at
modesty despite his personal inspection of her sex earlier.  She handed him
the panties and began to put her jeans back on, and she was somewhat taken
aback when he pressed the panties to his nose.
   "To remind me of you on cold nights," he had said as he snapped out of
his lewd reaction to her panties.
   Hannah walked back across the cold yard; her butt slightly chilly now
she had no panties.  His need for the garment bothered her though she did
not know why.  It just seemed weird.  This highlighted how distorted her
view of their behavior had become.  She had not felt anything else he had
done with her, to her, was weird.  The fact he could be her father, or even
her grandfather, was lost on her.  The seriousness of the relationship was
not something she had considered yet she was still very much attuned to
secrecy of her visits.  This was the paradox in her acceptance of her
actions with the man.
   ***
   Hannah did not know the panties were to be used as part of Fuller's
carnal self pleasuring between her visits.  The small blue garment quickly
became stiff and matted with his numerous ejaculations into the wad of
material he clasped over his cock.  He reflected on the girls twin orgasms;
particularly her enjoyment of the oral stimulation the second time.  He had
tried that on numerous occasions with his daughter Alison but could never
bring about any response.  What his addled pedophilic brain did not realise
was that while his daughter was for the most part cooperative, she was
normally in a state of denial at what was happening.  It was her child's
way of blocking out what he did to her; knowing instinctively it was wrong.
She was six when he started to fondle her and this led him to induce her to
handle him to the point that by her ninth birthday, she was versed in
handling and sucking him to ejaculation.  But Fuller had consistently
denied what he was doing was wrong even though subconsciously he knew it
was very wrong.  Alison's apparent consent somehow permitted him to
rationalize that is was what she wanted.
   For her part, Hannah had determined the effectiveness of breast and
nipple stimulation as the missing piece to her own masturbatory puzzle. 
For the first time, she brought herself to orgasm while fingering her
clitoris and fondling her breasts and nipples; gasping and groaning under
her breath so as not to wake Sarah in her room next door.  This nightly
toying with herself became a matter of routine as she quickly advanced the
development in her burgeoning sexuality.  From late January through to
April, Hannah met with Fuller in the shed workshop and laid herself open;
either standing or lying back on the stool with her legs splayed open and
dress hitched, up or jeans around her ankles.  Fuller brought her to
shuddering releases on his mouth and with his fingers jammed in her tight
vagina.  The insertion of the fingers was Fuller's next transition to his
intention to actually fuck the girl.  Hannah became totally accepting of
being naked from the waist down as well as Fuller's cock hanging from his
trousers for the duration of her visit.  She accepted his cock deeper in
her mouth as he routinely flooded her throat.  In those few months heading
toward spring, Fuller drove any doubts and inhibitions in Hannah from her
mind.  As he lay in his masturbatory haze each night, Fuller pondered how
to get her into the bedroom.  The difficulty was not in getting Hannah's
consent but the obvious relocation from the shed made for the possibility
of her being missed and her not being able to flee the shed when realizing
someone was looking for her.  At least now she could circle around the
property away from the scene of her carnal activities, to appear on her
yard as if nothing was wrong.  If she were inside his house she might be
trapped there by anyone wandering the street looking for her.
   He carefully suggested how the shed was becoming a little restrictive to
them and how much better it would be if they could be in his bedroom.  As
they were now openly engaged in full sex short of penetration, Hannah
considered this suggestion.  It was she who came up with the suggestion
that she could tell her parents that with the warmer days, she would bike
to meet up with her friends at a park where they often went.  She had been
going there for the past year and she thought her folks may buy her story.
Instead she would circle the block and enter his street.  He thought this
was a good scheme and suggested she try it and to enter his house from the
side door to his garage.  It worked easily.  The following Saturday he
waited and at about one thirty, there was a knock at his garage door and
she stood holding her bike and beaming at him.  He ushered her in with her
bike.
   "Did anyone see you?" he asked in a low tone reflecting his concern a
nosy neighbor might wonder who she was.
   "I don't think so," she answered.  "The street was empty."
   They embraced and without a word, he ushered to his bedroom.  She looked
around the room and he could tell she was happy with what she saw.  This
brought about a different dimension.  In the shed, despite their comfort at
being partially naked, it was his intention to strip her completely.  He
started this by holding her and they kissed briefly and she had grabbed his
cock through his pants and he felt her between her legs.  She wore a plain
blue denim skirt and white blouse through which her bra was visible.  After
he was suitably aroused, he stepped back, and taking her shirt he opened
the front.  At first Hannah looked a little perturbed realizing what he was
doing but when he urged her to help; she relented and removed her bra
slowly, exposing her budding breasts.  He held his breath and looked at
them in awe.  She stood slightly stooped with her hands clasped before her
and her upper arms shading her small boobs.  He smiled and unclasped the
hands and made her stand straight and open her arms.  She stood somewhat
embarrassed as he began to massage them and feel the size and tone. 
Pinching the nipples and fondling her.  He leaned down and began to suckle
each nipple in turn and she soon relaxed and cradled his head.  Having
passed this step, he stood back a little and released the zipper at the
back of her skirt.  It fell from her hips and she stood in a pair of light
tan panties that were an unflattering cut as they were baggy in the front
panel.  Not the skimpy revealing panties of a modern miss.  Mrs.  Weinberg
did not dress her daughter as a with-it preteen.  Fuller quickly stripped
himself and she opened her eyes wide as she saw his cock and balls on his
naked body for the first time.  He was impatient now.  He flicked the front
of her panties and quickly dragged them down past her knees and
embarrassed, she stepped out of them.  As he embraced her he felt between
her legs; stroking her sex slowly as he kissed her.  For her part, despite
the embarrassment of being naked, Hannah grabbed his cock and began to
fondle it.  He was already hard but she squeezed and stroked as she moved
it in he hand.
   Fuller eased the young girl back onto his bed and dragged her over him
so she could get at his cock.  She needed no coaxing as she skewed around
and bent over him and took him in her mouth.  Crouching as she sucked and
jacked him; looking at the large scrotum with his balls, and marveling at
the copious hair on his thighs and from his pubis up past his navel.  To an
observer beyond the bed, it would be an obscene sight.  A twelve year old
girl draped across a forty-eight year old man with his long thick cock in
her mouth.  Her sex plump when viewed from behind as she crouched along his
body.  He twisted her butt back a little and reached his hand into her sex
from behind, and as she sucked him, his fingers entered her sex; gliding
them forward and up onto her clitoris.  This had the effect of causing her
to lose concentration on what she was doing and soon he had aroused her
such that she gave up sucking him altogether.  Sensing she was in a sexual
haze of arousal, he twisted her around and went between her legs with his
mouth and fingers.  Fuller expertly brought her to orgasm and she gasped
and wailed as the delicious sensation rushed through her.  As she came down
on his mouth and fingers that were still lightly working her, Fuller tested
her vaginal opening.  It was wet and he had three fingers inside, albeit
tightly clamped by her narrow tunnel.  It was in this position that he
moved up and over her and Hannah opened her eyes in confusion at why he was
moving on the bed and realized he was now crouched between her thighs
splayed open outside of his hips.
   "No...I...please," she began as she realized his intentions, but he
ignored her and pressed forwards.
   Taking his cock in hand he pushed it against her sex lips, reddened by
his mouth and fingers, and as she continued her panicking protest, Fuller
slowly penetrated the girl.  Hannah gasped more in desperation to avoid
actual intercourse than because it was hurting her and she arched her back
and pushed his shoulders.
   "No please...don't...stop it...please don't," she cried and her tears
flowed as she realized he was not taking any notice.
   Through her watery eyes she saw the look of indifference to her cries
and his face was set with the lust he felt as he inched into her tight
hole. She slapped his arms and when a piercing pain shot into her middle
she convulsed in tears as Fuller broke through her hymen.  Fuller ignored
the girl's cries and deliberately fucked her.  Grunting and gasping in
delirium as the tightness of the girl's virgin cunt enveloped his big cock.
Hannah rolled her head from side to side and cried as he fucked her deeper
each in-stroke and he paused only when he felt he could go no deeper.  He
waited for her to catch on he had stopped moving and she eventually stopped
thrashing about and lay with her breast heaving as she fought to regain her
breathing.  He propped himself on one fore arm and studied her face and
lightly moved strands of her long tresses from her face and caught between
her lips.
   "It's OK baby," he whispered.  "The first time is always the worst," he
breathed into her ear; and now she had calmed down he moved back and then
slowly into her again.
   He crooned into her ear telling her how it would get better and Hannah
did sense the only real discomfort had been the one sharp pang of pain. 
She knew enough of her body that he had broken the hymen.  But that was bad
enough.  Despite all that had gone on in the shed she was certain he would
not attempt to penetrate her.  She was a willing participant in the oral
sex and manual stimulation and this is what she thought would be the order
of this day in his bed.  She had looked forward to the chance to be in
comfortable surroundings and did not consider the extra latitude he would
seek from her.  Now here she was pinned by his weight with his big cock
stretching her open and bumping her cervix and it was all too much too
soon. But Fuller's voice soothed and calmed her and after she had whined
she might get pregnant as one last attempt to persuade him to pull out, he
had chuckled and told her of his vasectomy.  She was trapped.  The last
reason to get him to stop was now gone with his confession of infertility.
He fucked her.  She groaned and gasped as he sometimes caused her some pain
and discomfort but when he started to mouth and suckle her breast and
nipples, as he slowly fucked her, she began to relax.  The fact that she
couldn't get pregnant was a big relief as she knew she could ovulate before
her period came and she could conceive.  As he settled in on her she
surrendered to endure it and wrapped her arms loosely around his body and
decided he was right; that the worst was over.  She gave up fighting him
and Fuller fucked himself to a glorious release.  Gasping and throwing his
head back as he cried out and filled her with a strong release of cum.  The
sexual arousal and the excitement of the conquest had given him one of his
best fucks ever.
   Fuller fucked Hannah twice more that afternoon.  He handled her like a
toy and he worked her to frenzy on his mouth and then rolled her onto her
stomach and hoisted her to kneel as he ploughed her from the rear;
fingering her clitoris so she cried out "no...no...no" as it was just too
sensitive down there after the delicious oral attack she had just suffered.
The third time he rolled onto his back and coaxed her to squat over him and
lower herself onto his big cock.  Her eyes were wide in amazement as she
glanced from his face to between her legs and back to his face, as she
marveled at the thick prick disappearing inside of her body.  She was more
comfortable this way and she squatted on the soles of her feet and slowly
raised herself up and down; watching the enjoyment in his face.  Her
previous concern and unwillingness to be fucked now firmly put aside.  He
had moved her across his carnal equivalent of The Rubicon and she could not
undo the display of carnal enjoyment she was having with this man.  He
pushed his fingers forward and engaged her clitoris and the other hand
found a nipple.  Fuller frigged and fondled her and soon Hannah felt the
nagging feeling she had come to enjoy and with a look of bliss, she came on
his hands and sagged down so she was impaled on him; her head slowly
pitching forward with her hair hanging over his chest as she swooned in
release; and he chuckled softly and held her to him as she was speared by
his cock.  He made a few slow jerks and rolled her onto her back and
urgently fucked her to bring himself to a rapid orgasm.  Gasping as he came
watching her breasts tremble at the vigor of his thrusts and release.  He
had fucked himself to a standstill.
   They rested this way for nearly an hour.  Fuller roused himself and
looked at his watch.  It was nearly four.  She said she needed to be home
by four as they were going out for dinner at friends of her families.  He
roused her and helped her off the bed.  He led her to the bathroom and
instructed her wipe herself with a washcloth hung over the rail.  He went
back to the bedroom and picked up her panties and put them in the top
drawer of the nightstand.  These were to replace the matted blue ones.  He
heard the toilet flush and she came back in with an almost dreamy floating
stumble and he grinned at her still dozy in afterglow from their sex.  He
chuckled and helped her dress, and she looked curious as to where her
panties had got to.  He urged her to put her skirt on without them and soon
she was standing at the back door letting him kiss her goodbye.  She made
to move to go out to walk across the yard.
   "Hannah...no," he hissed urgently, fearing she was simply going to walk
through the trees to her own yard.  "Your bike...in the garage...you have
to leave here from my street and ride around the corner to your street," he
said reminding her how she got there.
   She did a double take and gave him a goofy grin realizing her oversight.
She was still somewhat out of it.  By the time they had gone into the
garage and out the side door, she had woken up properly.  And by the time
she pushed on the pedal to mount her bike at the end of the house, she was
fully with it.
   "Next week," he whispered as he blew her a kiss.
   She wobbled as she heard his call and smiled and nodded.
   "Same time," he called as she went out onto his drive.
   He walked to the corner of the front of the house and surveyed the
street.  There was a car he did not recognize opposite his house with two
people in it.  Fuller studied it briefly and discerned a man and a woman
and he concluded they were visiting his neighbor across the road.  He
turned and walked along the side of the house and in through the side
garage door.
   "You did it," he laughed and for several minutes, he giggled and cackled
like a crazy person as he relived the deflowering of his young prize.  His
journey was complete.  As he contemplated the situation he stopped laughing
and became more sober about the situation.  For all of his life, apart from
his own daughter, he had got away with one of the most disturbing and
repugnant social crimes that there was.  For a short while his subconscious
reminded him of the seriousness of the situation.  Not just now with Hannah
but the numerous girls he had abused before; even those he had fucked when
he was in his mid teens, when his age was still no excuse.  Suddenly Fuller
began to weep and then he cried openly and sobbed at his life's
indiscretions.
   "Oh Alison," he sobbed and almost mechanically reached for the drawer of
the nightstand where the photos were now kept.
   And as he tried to stem the crying, he started to masturbate with
Hannah's panties wrapped over his cock; eventually cumming for a forth time
in three hours and lay fatigued.  His hand loosely holding her panties, wet
from his release, on his softening cock.  It was in this pose that his
doorbell rang.  At first he ignored it but it rang again and he reluctantly
rose up off the bed and went downstairs.  He opened the door and a man
stood looking at him.  He was tall and quite handsome with fair hair; and
maybe in his mid to late twenties.  There was a person behind him that
Fuller could not quite see.
   "James Fuller?" the man asked in a serious tone.
   "Yes," Fuller responded quizzically.
   "I'm your son-in-law Gareth Hesketh," the man said solemnly.  "I've
brought your daughter to see you," he continued, and the person stepped
from behind him and revealed herself.
   Fuller's heart almost stopped and his mouth dropped open.  It was
Alison...grown up Alison.  She would be twenty-five.  The dark hair was
shorter than how she wore it as a girl.  But she was tall and quite
striking to look at without being necessarily beautiful; yet attractive all
the same.  Fuller was speechless.  He hadn't seen her in fifteen years yet
it was clearly her.  And this was her husband.  She was now Alison Hesketh.
   "Hullo Dad," she said in a serious tone.  "Long time no see."
   "Alison...I...where...how...?" Fuller stammered in shock at her
appearance here today.
   He had a sense of fear and panic in his stomach.  Something about the
way her husband and she were looking at him; and the tone of their voices
and somber demeanor all told him this was not a social call.  Alison smiled
almost in cruel satisfaction at her father standing confused and speechless
in his doorway.
   "Another one of your little pet projects?" she sneered, barely hiding
contempt she clearly felt towards him; as she indicated with her head the
direction that Hannah had biked away from his house.
   "Alison...I...no...um...I...she...just a neighbor's girl who..." he
stammered in panic.
   "A neighbor's girl?" Alison said enjoying the obvious fear in his face
that her presence meant serious trouble.  "Which neighbor?" she said
looking around the street.  "I'm sure it won't be hard to find out which
one," she said looking at her husband who was staring at Fuller like he was
vermin.
   "I ought to punch you senseless right here" Gareth said threateningly,
"you sick depraved bastard."
   "Gareth...no...stop it," Alison said sharply.  "There will be time for
proper retribution."
   She saw her father begin to sweat profusely and then her face took on a
quizzical look and some realization came over her face; as she caught the
scent of a familiar smell.  Suddenly tears rolled from her eyes and she put
a hand to her face to stifle a sob and she suddenly felt nauseous.
   "God I can smell you from here," she gasped.  "You've been with her. 
That poor kid," she sobbed.  "Do you have pictures of her to?"
   Fuller made to close the door; panic now giving way to denial this was
not happening.  The best day of his life since his wife had taken his kids
from him, and now these people wanted to spoil it all.  Gareth Hesketh
braced a hand firmly against the door to stop Fuller from closing it.
   "Uh uh Mr.  Fuller...no you don't...we are coming in," he began
menacingly.  "We need to talk!"
   The End
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