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Sian

By Romany

(M/g)

[Read �Shelter from the Storm� for Cindy�s story � a prequel]


�You can come out now,� Harley said, knowing she was hiding in
his spare room.

Inside, Sian stood stunned; the man knew she was there. She was
frozen to the spot and did not move.

�If you won�t come out, I�m coming in,� Harley said, making his
voice sound stern.

He paused to give her time to open the door. He�d seen her as
he�d walked from the bed; she was peering at them around the door
jamb as he�d finished having sex with Cindy. Later, when he had
ushered Cindy from the top floor of his house to go home, he had
noticed the door to his guest bedroom was closed when it should
have been open. He knew the intruder had ducked in to avoid being
caught. She probably didn�t realize he had seen her briefly as
she pulled back behind the doorway when he got off the bed.

�Alright then, I�m coming in,� he said having given her time to
come out.

Inside, Sian was filled with fear and dread realizing he knew she
was there; and what he might do. That coupled with the shock and
confusion at seeing him naked as he had climbed off the bed; his
big cock sticking out from his thick bush of pubic hair and the
dangling balls she had caught a glimpse of. He�d climbed off
Cindy! He was having sex with her best friend Cindy. Now Sian
knew where Cindy was slipping away to every Wednesday after early
finish at gym class. And here she was trapped as the man and
Cindy had come out of the room before she had time to retreat
downstairs. She saw the doorknob turn and she stepped back so she
was against the nightstand beside the bed in the guest room;
nowhere further to retreat to now. Harley opened the door
carefully, anticipating the girl might panic and take flight, and
try and burst past him. He did not want that and he blocked the
partly open door with his body and stared at the frightened
intruder standing as far back from the door as she could.

�Well, well, well�what have we here?� he asked; a smile spreading
over his face.

She was a beauty. Perhaps twelve or thirteen years old, wearing a
St. Peter�s uniform like Cindy wore; a likely classmate. Her
blonde hair tied back in a simple pony tale. She had a very
pretty face and obvious on the cusp or just through puberty
judging by the pronounced little bumps on her chest. The skirt
had been hitched up a little to add to her alluring charms. A
favorite trick of schoolgirls becoming aware of the effect their
burgeoning bodies had on boys and men. Harley eyed her hungrily.
It was all he could do to stop rushing forward and shoving his
hand up her skirt, she looked so tempting; and very vulnerable.
The wily old pedophile knew he had her in a bind, judging by the
frightened look on her face.

�Who are you?� he said quietly.

Sian�s heart sunk as she saw him close the door and lean against
it.

Sian didn�t answer but stared at the man wondering what he would
do next.

�I said who are you?� Harley repeated with a little menace in his
voice. �What are you doing in my house?�

�Cindy�my friend Cindy�I came here to find here,� Sian stammered
her voice on the verge of breaking.

�You�re Cindy�Cindy who?� Harley said pretending she meant she
was named Cindy.

�No�my friend is Cindy, Cindy Watling�she was here�I followed her
here�after gym,� Sian stuttered, near tears.

�There�s no Cindy here�in fact I don�t know anyone called Cindy,�
he said slowly moving away from the door towards her.

�I saw you�and her�in the other room,� Sian said, stunned he was
denying Cindy had been here.

�I have no idea what you are talking about young lady,� Harley
said in a haughty tone. �I don�t know any Cindy, and certainly
never had a Cindy in my bed,� he continued, refuting what she had
seen.

�But I saw you and her�on the bed�you were�� and she tapered off
not being able to utter she had seen him having sex with Cindy.

�I�we�me and this Cindy or whomever you think you saw me
with�what were we doing?� he said coming up to her.

Sian calculated the distance between Harley and the closed door,
judging what side she might push past him to get to the door. He
was blocking most of the space between the bed and the wall and
she realized it would be a tight squeeze and he would easily
corral her in; trapped with her back to the end wall of the room.

�You were having sex,� she whispered; her voice trembling.

�Preposterous,� Harley snapped. �What a ludicrous idea,� he said
staring at her.

She felt his stare and couldn�t look away. There was something
about his eyes and the way they seemed to mesmerize her.

�No�I think you broke in here�to steal,� he said quietly.

�I saw you,� Sian whispered. �And Cindy�on the bed�having sex,�
she repeated.

Harley was right up to her now and gently took her chin between
thumb and fingers, tilting her head to look up at him; staring
into her eyes as if hypnotizing the preteen.

�You broke into my house�to steal from me�and now I have you
caught, you make up a ludicrous story that I am having sex with a
friend?� he said with a derisive chuckle. �Presumably a young
under age friend�what a fantastic lie,� he continued, feeling in
control of the situation.

Sian swallowed hard.

�I�m sure this Cindy friend would not be so keen in going along
with your lie,� he said with a laugh. �If she existed anywhere
but in your imagination,� he added.

He paused to allow her to digest his words.

�But if she did exist,� he began, �imagine what she would think
if you asked her to lie like that�just to cover up your breaking
into my house to steal? Why would she do that? And who would
believe her, admitting such a serious thing?�

Sian trembled and stared at him; her mind in confusion with his
denial and the picture he was painting if Sian were to tell that
Cindy was here.

�And if they did believe her preposterous story,� he continued,
�think of how damaging it would to be,� he added grinning smugly
at her. �Her reputation would be tarnished forever. No telling
what she might do,� he concluded somewhat triumphantly.

Sian stood stunned. It slowly sunk in what he was saying. If she
made a fuss it would put Cindy in an impossible situation. Cindy
would almost certainly deny what Sian was saying she saw. So
people would ask what Sian was really doing here? The girl was
stricken with the situation. How could she explain without
implicating Cindy in something she knew her best friend would
never want to get out?

�You broke in�what shall I do with you?� he said regarding her
pretty face on the verge of tears. �Should I call the police?
They will call your parents,� he said sternly staring into her
eyes.

�Don�t do that,� Sian said quickly, fearful he was going to call
the police.

Now the scenario of trying to explain about Cindy and the reason
for her own presence here suddenly looked less likely to be
believed. She knew she had no way of proving Cindy had been here;
and Cindy surely wouldn�t tell and incriminate herself, of that
Sian had convinced herself. Harley stared at her, letting her
digest the situation.

�Please don�t tell,� she whispered; feeling defeated by his
logic.

�What do you suggest I do about this?� he said, and his fingers
lightly stroked her cheek.

Sian shivered but not from fear or revulsion at his touch. The
fingers made her feel light headed and expectant; with an
underlying feeling of apprehension. Yet the deeper fear she had
initially felt seemed to have lightened. The weight of Cindy�s
secret seemingly removed from the equation with the realization
she could never tell what she saw.

�Any ideas?� he said softly and he allowed his fingers to trail
along her neck and lightly brush her inner ear.

Sian shivered once again and her eyes briefly fluttered. His
stare and the new tone of his voice seemed to somehow make the
situation better. It didn�t seem as alarming. She stood with her
hands clutched together in front of her; twisting and fidgeting
the fingers.

�I think you owe me,� he said softly. �For causing me fright and
concern,� he said as the fingers gently caressed her bare neck.

Sian shivered again and her mouth was open and her eyes lightly
closed as the fingers were soothing her troubled mind.

�You owe me,� he repeated in a crooning voice. �Don�t you�what�s
your name�?�

�Sian�Sian Meadows,� she whispered.

�You owe me Sian�don�t you?� Harley repeated softly.

�Yes,� Sian said her voice barely audible.

�You owe me for breaking in Sian�don�t you?� he said crooning
silkily as he gently stroked the nape of her neck.

�Yes�I owe you for breaking in,� she whispered trancelike.

�Yes�you did break in,� he said. �I know that to be true�you
admit it�so now you must pay me back for the concern you caused
me.�

�Yes?� she said her voice barely a whisper.

A new concern was starting to flow through her. Sian wasn�t
stupid. She had seen this man and Cindy having sex. Now she was
cornered in his room and he was claiming she owed him for
breaking in; even though she just opened his unlocked back door.
And she had agreed with him she owed him. Sian had a fair idea
what he might want. After all, he�d just spent an hour or so on
the bed with her friend.

�I doubt you have money,� he said quietly. �But then as you
haven�t stolen anything yet, money is hardly due,� he said.

Sian trembled but said nothing.

�What do you suggest Sian,� he said quietly, still stroking her
neck gently.

�I�I don�t know,� she said softly, feeling a new sense of
foreboding.

�Then I shall decide,� he said. �A punishment that won�t be
painful, and who knows, it may see you will get off lightly. You
might even well enjoy it,� he said with a smirk.

Harley took her hand and she jumped and glanced down. As if in
slow motion, she saw his hand move her hand to his trousers; and
her eyes widened as she saw the lump his erection was making in
the pants. He pushed her hand directly on the cock and her
fingers stiffened, not wanting to feel the cock, yet she did not
struggle to stop him holding her hand there.

�Feel it Sian,� Harley crooned. �Feel the cock in your
fingers�take your punishment�I assure you it won�t be a painful
punishment,� he said with a smile; and pressed her hand harder
against the cock.

Sian clenched her eyes closed tightly and parted her lips and
held her breath; her heart thumping loud as she took in what he
was doing and saying.

�Feel the cock Sian�you owe me,� he said holding her wrist tight
so her hand could not escape.

With some reluctance the girl�s fingers loosened and she felt the
thickness of the shaft trapped flat against his lower abdomen.
Sian closed her fingers around it and started to feel the shape
in he hand; gently fondling the cock. With the fear of
trepidation but mixed with the reminder of countless nights
wondering about men and sex and erect penis� in particular, the
young preteen became more familiar with Harley�s cock and soon it
didn�t seem such a big concern. Her fingers translated the touch
to a mental image of what it might look like in his shorts.
Harley relaxed the grip on her wrist and eventually let her hand
go. Sian stood looking down at the lump in her hand and now she
was freely feeling the size and shape in his pants. He placed
both hands lightly around her neck and gently stroked her bare
skin. She became more relaxed and interested in what she was
doing. With the thickness of his pants surrounding the cock, it
seemed huge, and she could tell it was very hard.

�Take it out,� he whispered after a few minutes.

She glanced up quickly and resigned herself to do what he wanted
her to do as she tentatively reached for his zipper. She opened
his flies with a little impediment and then slowly pushed her
hand inside; holding her breath as her hand touched the bare
thick flesh inside his shorts. She gently untangled it from his
underwear and pulled it through the flies; Harley chuckling as
encouragement to her.

�Good girl Sian,� he said breathlessly. �You�re doing great.�

Her eyes opened wide and she briefly glanced up at him; seeing
him smiling down at her. This was meant to be punishment, or
payback. But there was a feel of excitement and she was becoming
enthralled at what she held in her hand. Instinctively she jacked
it; knowing enough to understand what boy�s and men did for
themselves, and therefore what girls� were expected to do. Sian
jacked him and quickly got the hang of it; staring in awe at the
size of the cock in her hands. She couldn�t help but be impressed
by its hardness; yet amazed by the silky feel of the outer skin
as she stroked it. Seeing the big mushroom head come and go as
Harley�s uncut foreskin slipped over it and back. The head was
slippery from a generous seeping of precum. Sian felt his hands
around her neck and the forearm resting on her shoulders push
down. And she obeyed the pressure; knowing full well why he was
pushing her to her knees. Sian had much curiosity and many
questions about boys, men, and their sex. Now she instinctively
knew what he was wanting. This was to be her punishment. And
despite the apprehension at what the cock might taste like, she
took it lightly between her lips.

She nestled the cock lightly in her mouth; her tongue furtively
stabbing against the cock and pausing briefly to see if the cock
had a foul taste; not thinking it had already been inside her
friend Cindy that very afternoon. Satisfied it had a neutral
taste, the little girl pressed on. Taking all of the head inside
and swirling her tongue. She was a novice, unlike her friend
Cindy who had been sexually active before her affair with Harley.
As a practiced pedophile, Harley had experienced virgin girls and
boys during their first exposure to sucking his cock. She was no
different and he allowed her the indulgence to get used to the
cock she had in her mouth; her hands clasping the shaft between
her fingers as if she was praying. She was awkward and unsure
what to do at first, but after quietly encouraging her, and
showing her how to jack the cock as she sucked, Sian soon got the
hang of it. Harley stood over her, holding her head gently in his
hands and moving his hips a little to simulate the in-out action
of fucking. Sian soon found her jaw was getting tired and she
took a break and jacked the hard cock; looking at it in awe as
she held it before her eyes. After she had rested her jaw
sufficiently, she took the head in her mouth once more. Despite
her youth and na�vet� about sex, she became familiar and more
practiced and soon she was looking up checking Harley�s
expression as she held it and licked it like an ice-cream;
seeking to gauge the man�s reaction. She felt pleased at what she
saw. He was clearly enjoying it. She wondered briefly how Cindy
did it, and how she compared to Cindy. But she quickly put her
friend from her mind and went back down on it.

Harley became very aroused. Partly at the sensation of the novice
girl�s lips, tongue and hand on the cock, but mainly it was a
feeling of power and control. He had intimidated the kid into
sucking his cock. The girl believing she was being punished for
coming into his house without invitation. Stupidly not seeing how
he bluffed her down when she claimed she had seen him having sex
with her friend Cindy. Now here she was serving him, just as
Cindy had done. He had bigger plans for this girl Sian. He just
had to play his cards right.

Sian worked the cock diligently. Becoming more practiced at what
she was doing. Harley gripped her head tighter and slowly began
to move his hips more noticeably, until before Sian realized it,
he had taken over control; now slowly fucking her face. The
girl�s hands now pressed on the man�s hips to try to fend him
back from pushing too deep. His hands gripping her head so she
could not pull off the cock. Her breath was short and she was
hissing through her nose, trying to get a decent breath. Sian�s
eyes began to water and she felt saliva running from her mouth.
The enjoyable, exciting adventure had changed and now Harley was
taking her quite forcefully; gasping and grunting as he finally
came in her mouth. Sian tried to twist away as she felt the
flooding of semen in her mouth but he held her tight. Harley
finished off in her mouth; the excess of semen and saliva
spilling from the corners of her mouth. He eventually let her go
and she spluttered, and crouched and bent forward with a hand on
the floor as she wiped frantically at her mouth with the other
hand. Harley stood with his cock waving over her and allowed her
time to compose herself. As Sian finally regained her control,
she looked up and he took her head and his cock and slapped her
gently on the face with it. She tried to twist away but he pushed
it at her lips.

�Take it�take Sian,� he instructed. �Clean it off.�

She had little option but to open her lips and let the cock-head
in. She reluctantly swirled her tongue over it; her mouth still
overwhelmed by the taste of his cum. Eventually she diluted the
semen with her saliva and when he finally pulled his cock out,
she squatted and wiped her mouth on her hand; sluicing the taste
of semen from her mouth with saliva. Harley helped her stand; his
cock still jutting from his flies.

�You did good,� he said smiling warmly at. �Excellent.�

She smiled uncertainly at the compliment.

�Really great,� he added and gently stroked her hair.

Despite feeling somewhat overwhelmed by what had taken place,
Sian couldn�t help but feel pleased he was obviously happy with
her. He moved in closer and she was trapped against the side of
the bed.

�You are a very beautiful girl,� he said softly and stroked her
cheek.

Once again she felt overwhelmed by him; his eyes seemingly
mesmerizing her. The apprehension and sense of subjugation she
felt when he had cum in her mouth, now seemed a minor concern to
her.

�That was a very good effort,� he continued. �A good start to pay
back what you owe me,� he said.

Sian�s eyes opened wide in surprise. She had thought sucking him
the way she did was more than enough redress for coming into his
house.

�You will have to return,� he continued. �Come back and settle up
the debt.�

�I can�t,� she mumbled unconvincingly.

�Yes you can Sian�after school tomorrow,� he said, his eyes
boring into her. �You still owe me.�

�Cindy�she will be here�� she began.

He frowned and looked annoyed.

�I told you�there is no Cindy,� he said emphatically. �You have
to return tomorrow�or else I shall call the police�your parents,�
he said threateningly.

She stared at him feeling defeated.

�You come back tomorrow,� he said firmly. �Understood?�

Sian stared at him and eventually gave a small nod of agreement.

�That�s better,� he said with a smile. �You come back
tomorrow�and no more talk about any Cindy.�

***

As Sian walked through the small stand of trees back towards her
school, and beyond that to her home, she reflected on the
startling events of the day. Her mind somewhat confused and
overwhelmed by what she had seen and experienced. Maybe she was
wrong about Cindy. She saw Cindy go into the house but didn�t
actually see Cindy�s face on the bed. Maybe it was someone else,
although she genuinely felt what she saw was true. Sian could
have run from the house and told someone but it would have got
Cindy into terrible trouble, even if getting the man into
trouble. As she walked quickly, it occurred to her that she did
not know his name. Yet she had handled his cock; sucked it so his
cum had flooded her mouth. There was a feeling of excitement
coupled with guilt about what she had done. She had often
wondered to the point of fantasizing about sucking a cock, and
now here she had done it. The circumstances were far from what
she imagined yet in its own way, it was exciting. Even the
feeling of submission she felt was not so bad on reflection. The
man�s cock was incredible to see, feel and touch. She had no
compulsion to come back. Now she was clear of his house, she
could simply put the matter behind her. She doubted he would
pursue her. He had no idea where she lived. Or perhaps he might
find her. Perhaps he might come to school and describe her. She
could tell what he did but once again the whole issue of exposing
Cindy, and now herself, was a major deterrent. If he did come
after her, she could get in trouble as he forewarned.

She mulled over the issue through dinner and later when she was
in bed that night. She slept fitfully through the night; going
over the situation countless times in her head. The next day at
school she was quiet around her friends and at one point Cindy
asked if she was OK. She said she was fine, just a little tired.
At times during the day at school, she caught herself looking at
Cindy. Trying to put some perspective around Cindy and what she
had seen at the house. It had occurred to her that Cindy had
probably been going to the house for some time. After all, it was
her curiosity at why Cindy seemed to leave school so quickly on
Tuesdays after gym class that had resulted in Sian following her
friend. It was clear to Sian that Cindy and the man had had an
ongoing relationship involving full sex. Yet her supposed best
friend had said nothing. Sian was hurt yet it was obvious Cindy
might want to be secretive about her relationship with the old
man. As well as feeling left out of Cindy�s secret, Sian also
felt a little jealous Cindy had gone the whole way. The thought
excited Sian yet she was not entirely sure she could go that far.
But one thing she knew, she had to go back to the house and get
some sort of clearance from the man. Rightly or wrongly, she felt
there was sufficient chance the man might carry out his threat of
reporting her to the police; despite her knowing what he had done
with her was wrong. But the collective excitement at what Cindy
was doing and what she had experienced saw to it Sian made her
way through the trees after school that Thursday. Cindy had been
picked up by her mother, which was an uncommon event, so wasn�t
around to hinder Sian; and Cindy certainly wasn�t going to the
house herself. Sian�s house was walking distance to school, but
once her friends had dispersed, she made her way in the opposite
direction; through the woods to the man�s house. Standing on his
back porch and gently tapping on the door.

***

Harley had been amazed to see her but masked his genuine
surprise; pretending he had expected she would return to complete
her obligation. Truthfully he had resigned himself to the fact
the girl would not return. He couldn�t believe his story she owed
him for coming into his house had persuaded her to return. For
his part he had fretted all night; concerned the girl would see
sense once out of his control and report him. It was one thing to
control her when she was present, but what she thought or did
once she left was out of his control. Yet here she was. Either
she was still intimidated by him or she had a genuine will to
come back; perhaps both.

�I�m pleased you came back,� he said ushering her up the stairs.
�I was starting to regret not reporting you. But now you have
returned and it looks like we can work this out,� he smiled,
showing her into his bedroom.

Sian walked slowly to the bed and stood with her back to him,
regarding the neat bedcover. This is where Cindy had laid the day
before; while the man had sex with her and Sian watched from the
doorway. Crouching low and peering around the corner. As Sian
reminisced she turned back to look at where she had been hiding
and stopped and stood with her mouth agape. Harley had pulled his
cock out and was standing slowly masturbating; watching the young
preteen.

�Do you remember yesterday�when I said you still owed me,� he
smiled at her.

Sian swallowed hard and gave a small nod.

�Then it�s time to resume,� he said with a leer.

Sian stood transfixed; her eyes mesmerized by his practiced hand
going up and down the thick cock. Even in his hand it looked
huge. Harley advanced slowly until he came up to her; trapping
her against the side of the bed. Harley pulled at her blazer
shoulder and she took the garment off and looked around for
somewhere to place it.

�On the bed for now,� he said quietly; watching the girl intently
while stroking his cock.

Sian did as she was told.

�The sweater�and blouse,� he said nodding at her to obey.

Her hands trembling, the girl obediently pulled her sweater off
and threw it on the blazer on the bed. Then she started to undo
the buttons of her school blouse; her hands trembling and her
fingers fumbling with the buttons. Harley pushed a hand inside
the open blouse onto the soft cup of her bra and felt one of her
small breasts. Sian stiffened at his touch and he paused and
stared sternly at her, as if she should not make even the
slightest appearance of being uncooperative. He felt her breast
and slid his hand under the bra cup and pushed it back up off the
firm little mound. He stood for a few moments playing with the
hard little nipple as he jacked his cock.

�The skirt,� he said staring into her face.

Sian took a deep breath and reached behind her to the button and
zipper at the back of her school uniform skirt. She loosened the
waistband and undid the zipper; standing holding the skirt so it
would not fall now the waist had been released.

�Drop it�step out of it,� he ordered quietly; and she let the
skirt fall and stepped out of it, holding it in her hand.

She stood with the garment in front of her and he took his hand
from her breast and pulled the skirt from her and tossed it on
the pile of clothes on the bed. Her panties looked a size too
large and there was a ballooning of the material in front which
gave her an unsexy shapeless look. He was disappointed she was
not wearing more sexy underwear but realized basic cotton
underpants is what middle school girls wore. He cupped her sex
and his movement caught her by surprise so she gasped out loud
and jumped; trapped against the side of the bed. She stood
trembling, her hands clasped together and fingers nervously
entwined as he felt her mound through her panties. Sian trembled;
both frightened and excited by what he was doing. Staring at his
big thick cock that he jacked with his hand; the head slimy from
the precum it was oozing. He saw her looking at it and he
straightened and pushed his hips forward a little.

�Take it,� he said firmly.

Sian glanced nervously at him and then reached for the cock. He
noted her fingers grasp it with some familiarity. She had
progressed well from her first ever experience the day before.
Without needing encouragement, Sian stroked the cock. Her
emotions were a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Excited
and fascinated by his cock and apprehensive because of his hand
firmly massaging her sex through her panties. She put the two
activities together and knew full well he wanted to put the cock
where his hand was. Cindy had let him do it. Could she?

�That�s so nice,� he said quietly and smiled knowingly at her.
�You�ve learned well.�

Sian managed a weak smile in acknowledgement of his compliment.
As the seconds ticked by she became more used to his hand roving
over her plump sex; the fingers sometimes straying under her
crotch and then gently dragging forward along her mound. It was
kind of weird but she was getting more comfortable with her
situation. After a few minutes of mutual fondling, Harley moved
forward a little and his hand suddenly went to the waistband of
the underpants. Sian realized too late what he was doing and his
hand had already pushed down inside the panties and his fingers
stroked her bare sex. She gasped audibly, taken by surprise at
his speed of action. She stood and became accustomed to his
fingers now playing with her bare sex; the fingertips pushing
gently between her labia and occasionally searching back to the
small tight hole of her vaginal opening. Occasionally Harley ran
his fingers over the sparse pubic bush. Cindy was not as mature
as Sian; she was bald there. But Sian was marching towards
puberty with silky hair that had started to cover her pubis.
Harley was skilful; he had lulled her to acceptance of what was
happening. He took her to the next level by withdrawing his hand
and pushing firmly on the panties waistband. The garment easily
pulled over her hips and before she could react to stop it, he
had the panties down to her knees. For the first time Sian�s
better judgment surfaced and she moved as if to slip by him. But
he sensed her need to flee and he pushed her back onto the bed.
She was trapped with her panties around her knees and Harley�s
own knee now forced between her thighs as he pinned her back on
the bed.

Harley reached down and pushed the panties off her ankles while
pinning her on her back. He could see the concern in her eyes but
continued by easing her across the bed so her crotch was just at
the edge of the mattress. Leaning over her and pinning her by
pressing a hand on her chest, he worked the girl�s sex with his
hands and fingers. She struggled feebly, realizing there was
little she could do. He was much too big to fight and he already
had her at a disadvantage. The little girl gave in; fearing any
rebellion on her part would make him angry. She�d seen how stern
he could become the day before when he cornered her in the other
room. Harley saw the brief show of resistance fade and he smiled
and leaned forward.

�Time for payback little one,� he leered close to her face; and
his fingers pushed impertinently into her dry vaginal opening.

Sian winced and gasped as his fingers caused some discomfort.

�Don�t hurt me,� she whispered, her eyes filling with tears.

�Don�t worry my sweet�I will be gentle,� he said and stroked her
cheek and wiped a solitary tear that had squeezed from her eye.
�Be patient,� he said and quickly moved to the nightstand beside
the bed.

For a brief moment she thought of fleeing but believed he�d catch
her; and fear of his reaction made her lie passive. She looked
somewhat ridiculous wearing only a bra, shoes and socks, lying
exposed across his bed with her legs dangling over the side. He
loomed up before her and she saw the object in his hand. She
jumped as she felt the cool of the lubricant as he jabbed his
hand at her sex.

�Oh no,� she thought despairingly. �He�s really going to do it.�

Harley greased her with the cool gel; pushing his fingers into
her vagina and twisting them around to smear as much of the
greasy lube over her tender insides as he could. When he was
satisfied she was well greased, he wiped the residue of the lube
over his cock; making a big show of holding it and waving it
before her. He could see the apprehension on her face and with a
smug grin he dropped his pants and shucked his tee shirt. He was
naked in his socks as he stepped between the preteen�s legs.

�Time to settle the score,� he said quietly; continuing the theme
she had to pay him back.

He dragged the cock up and down her sex several times and she
stiffened and held her breath.

�Relax,� he chuckled lightly. �I�m not even in yet.�

She grimaced and tried to relax her legs but the situation was
somewhat overwhelming. He got the head engaged with some
difficulty and she writhed and struggled as she felt herself
being stretched by it. He pinned her back to the bed by pressing
her chest and with the girl opened up before him, Harley slowly
insinuated his cock into her tight greasy hole. Gently pulling
back and pushing in until he had half of the cock inside of her.
Sian panting in nervous reaction to what he was doing. He lifted
her legs and held them wide apart and her eyes clenched shut in
shame knowing she had been opened up so wide to his advance.
Harley finally stabbed the last couple of inches and she groaned
and rolled her head from side to side at the weird feeling
running through her body; a feeling that was neither pleasant nor
painful. He had reamed her open wide and Harley began fucking the
girl slowly and methodically; pulling back and shoving in so he
was now fucking her deeply. He glanced down to look for the
smears of hymeneal blood on his cock. There was none. He was
puzzled as he could have sworn she was a virgin. But then not all
virgins bleed first time. Some lose their hymen through natural
activity. He was a little disappointed but quickly focused on the
joy of the fuck. She was tight yet the lube did a good job so it
was a constant firm grip around his cock; like a velvet gloved
hand gripping him tight. He fucked her with more vigor and soon
the little girl was gasping ad grunting as the big cock thudded
into her tender insides; bumping rudely against her juvenile
cervix. He leaned over her and her legs were pushed back. Harley
shoving his hips obscenely with his knees braced against the side
of the bed and his feet braced on the carpet.

He fucked her thoroughly. The little girl shaking on the bed with
the vigor of his exertions and she lay with her bottom lip
clamped between her teeth as she became accustomed to the weird
feeling of being wrenched open and the cock skewering her deeply.
At times she puffed and panted as he leaned closer and her knees
came back against her chest; providing some relief to her groin
which had suffered from her legs being held open so wide. It must
have looked peculiar from the door where she had spied on Harley
and Cindy; his white butt obscenely rutting and her thin legs up
high in the air above his shoulders. Still wearing her sox and
shoes. He came hard. Leaned over her and pinning her legs between
their bodies and she bent so her butt was lifted off the bed as
he shoved straight and deep. She began grunting and groaning in
reflex to Harley�s gasping and moaning as he filled the little
girl�s womb with his semen. She was a glorious fuck; tight, warm
and forgiving to his rampant cock. He straightened up and
stiffened as he shoved as deep as he could go as the last weak
spurts of his cum dribbled into the gooey pool he had left deep
inside her.

***

�You break for the summer soon,� he said as he stood by her at
the back door; gently stroking her shoulder.

�Yes�tomorrow�Friday�at noon,� she answered.

She looked tired. She was tired. The assault on her young body
had drained her emotionally and physically. Yet in a peculiar
way, she did not feel too bad about what had happened. In a funny
way, she felt on terms with her friend Cindy; knowing Cindy had
also had sex with this man.

�Can you come again?� he asked expectantly.

Sian�s eyes widened at his audacity and she stood staring at him.
Surely he couldn�t think she still owed him.

�It wasn�t just about payback�you owing me,� he said quietly. �I
was hoping you actually quite liked it.�

She looked at him and thought about what he had said.

�It wasn�t that bad�not as bad as I thought,� she finally said.

�That�s a good sign then isn�t it?� he said expectantly.

�I guess so,� she said and gave a little laugh.

�Can you come again?� he asked again.

�I don�t know. Not tomorrow, and then I�m on summer break�I�m not
sure if I could get away,� she answered slowly as she digested
his question.

�But if you could�get away�you would come back?� he asked
studying her face.

She was genuinely beautiful. He would not have her for long, if
at all again. Older boys would see her beauty and pursue her.
This girl would have little trouble finding relationships her own
age soon enough. Horny old men like him would be just pathetic
creatures to tease with her nubile body.

�I guess so,� she said hesitantly. �My brother looks after me
when mom and dad are at work. He�s sixteen.�

�And does he watch you all the time?� Harley asked, interested
she seemed to have a caregiver in her brother.

�Not always,� she snorted. �Sometimes he thinks it�s a drag,� she
said with a derisive laugh.

�Perhaps some time when he might want to get away�have a
break�you can tell him you�re OK on your own for awhile�� he said
trying to put the idea in her mind.

�He does that anyway,� she laughed.

She was feeling a lot more relaxed about the events of the
afternoon. She looked at her watch.

�Oh God it�s nearly five thirty,� she gasped. �I�m supposed to be
home.�

�You�d best get going,� he said reluctantly, hating the fact she
had to go right now.

Time had flown by. He had fucked her a second time when he should
have let her dress and go. Bent her over the side of the bed face
down on the bedcover; and he�d fucked her quickly from behind as
he stood on the floor; cumming deep inside her a second time.
Then she had cleaned herself up in his bathroom and dressed to
leave. He opened the back door and she stepped onto the porch
ready to leave.

�I�ll see,� she said looking at him. �See if I can get away�when
Tommy goes out with his buddies sometimes and leaves me for an
hour or two,� she added.

�Do that,� he said expectantly.

She nodded and turned to go, pausing and then looking back.

�Was I better than Cindy?� she said pensively holding his gaze.

To hear him speak, Cindy was a myth. He�d denied Cindy existed
that first time; knowing full well Sian saw him with her friend
on the bed.

�Yes,� he said evenly; admitting Cindy was real. �You were better
than Cindy.�

She smiled at his answer, feeling good she was best. She thought
for a moment and looked up at him again.

�I won�t tell,� she said. �Not to anybody�never.�

�Good girl,� he said and felt genuinely relieved she had raised
the issue of discretion.

He believed her; just like he had to believe her friend Cindy.

�See ya,� she said and stepped off the porch and headed to the
trees bordering the back of his yard; to cut through the woods
and hurry home before her parents arrived home from work.

�See you Sian,� he said quietly, but she had already vanished.

Harley turned and walked into the kitchen and sat down.
Truthfully, sex with her was no better or worse than Cindy. Or
any other of the procession of young girls and boys he�d molested
over the years. It was always fantastic, and mainly it was their
age that excited him. Being on the cusp of puberty, and the
thrill of the conquest he sought. It had become an obsession; led
to his downfall and prison. He thought grimly of the hell that
prison had been; the frequent beatings, being spat on, having
shit left in his cot. Sex offenders were the worst of the worse
in the criminal world. He pushed the thought from his mind and
thought of these two young girls that he had met since his
release; and he hadn�t had to step out the door to find them. The
law would throw the key away if it ever got out what he was up to
again. He was a recidivist sex offender; the worst type of
criminal. But he couldn�t help it. It was a sickness; a drug
even. Tomorrow was Friday and parole office day. He had to report
every Friday and relate what he had done the past week. He would
say his life was full and meaningful then relate simple chores as
major events or accomplishment. Show how he had been
rehabilitated back into the community. The truth was that none of
his neighbors knew of his past. And they left him alone and he
liked it that way. The street was filled with older people. Not
quite a retirement area but chosen because of the age of the
streets residents. In reality he had little to live for apart
from a job he could usually do from home; hardly ever needing to
go into an office. There were so many places he could never go.
Even the supermarket was considered high risk; anywhere where
children under sixteen might be. He could never ever say anything
about the two girls he had met. If he had met them and nothing
had happened, he still would never say. Cindy came to his door
seeking shelter from the rain; Sian came to looking for Cindy. If
no sex had happened with either girl, he could never say he was
alone with them. It would be straight back to prison. Harley gave
a weary sigh, yet had a look of contentment on his face.

�It�s worth it,� he said softly to himself and gazed at the back
door where Sian had left from. �Might as well be hanged for
rustling the whole flock as hanged for taking one sheep,� he
said.



The End


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