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 The following story is a work of fiction.  Its contents are of a
graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts
between underage partners.  Any resemblance to persons either alive or dead
is purely coincidental.  This story is intended for ADULTS only.  If you
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   Rock-a-Bye Baby - by - The StoryMaster

   "Shh..shh..shhh," Ted whispered softly to the nearly unconscious little
princess seated with him on the couch.  His right arm was wrapped around
her narrow shoulders, and with it pulled her splendid little body closer.
"Just relax, sweetheart," Ted soothed, petting her shining sable hair with
his free hand.  Sensing that something was wrong, she fought with him,
grabbing his wrist with one small hand and clinging to it weakly.  Easily
overpowering her feeble attempts to hinder his actions, Ted moved his hand
to her face.  Her skin was indescribably soft beneath his fingertips as he
stroked her cheek while gazing down at her affectionately.  Her huge brown
eyes suddenly fluttered open, and she stared up at him blankly, fighting in
vain against the onset of the powerful sedative he'd given her in a cup of
hot cocoa.

   "Rock-a-bye, baby on the tree top," Ted murmured with a smile as her
eyes slowly closed.  It wouldn't be long now.  Actually he was surprised
she'd held out this long.  To his right, his young daughter, Melissa,
slumbered peacefully in a big stuffed chair.  She'd wanted a cup of cocoa
too.

   This wasn't the first time Ted had used drugs on one of his daughter's
classmates.  Melissa was quite popular in school and loved to invite her
little friends over, often to spend the night, prompting Ted to settled
upon a plan to have a little fun with the girls.  Sedatives seemed to be
the logical choice.  This particular sedative also had the added benefit of
inducing a mild state of amnesia in the subject which was highly beneficial
to his purposes for obvious reasons.

   "When the wind blows, the cradle will rock," Ted cooed, guiding the
youngster's warm little body gently down into his lap where she lay
breathing slowly and evenly, her head resting on top of Ted's left thigh.
This little girl was a real gem he noted, studying her pretty face while he
continued to stroke her cheek and her hair.

   Miss Hannah Parker, her name was, and when Melissa introduced her to
Ted, the rather precocious young lady had announced proudly that she was
almost twelve years old.  Hannah was about four and a half feet tall and of
medium build; not too chubby and not to lean.  Although her adolescent
figure was covered by a pretty, striped tanktop T-shirt and precious pink
denim cutoff shorts, Ted detected the slight swellings of budding breasts
behind the soft cotton, and based upon the presence of a second pair of
thin pink straps crossing each shoulder, he deduced that she wore a
training bra as well.  In any case she was generally well proportioned, and
as for the more personal details of her blossoming physique, Ted would be
investigating those in a few minutes.

   Hannah's face was surely the stuff of dreams.  She had huge brown eyes
with long lashes and dark eyebrows.  A perfect little nose and full, pink
lips made up the rest of the ensemble with everything set in a beautiful
oval face with high cheekbones and a softly curving jaw.  With the
exception of a most endearing band of light freckles which bridged her nose
from cheek to cheek, Hannah's complexion was utterly flawless.  The little
beauty wore her lush, sable brown hair trimmed just above her waist.

   Carefully taking a handful of that soft sable mane, Ted brought it to
his lips and inhaled a deep draft of incredible freshness and youthful
vitality.  Then after letting those luxurious tresses slip through his
fingers like warm water he returned his hand to Hannah's lovely face. 
Tracing the curve of her lower jaw softly with his fingertips, Ted slid his
thumb gently across her sweet lips, partly out of affection, but also to
test her level of consciousness.  To a young lady Hannah's age her mouth
was her temple.  If she would allow him to caress her lips without
opposition, Ted could be reasonably certain the little beauty was
completely under.  Her lips were exquisitely soft beneath his touch, and
when she gave no indication of opposition, Ted judged the time was right
and elected to proceed.  Unfortunately the lovely Miss Parker would not be
spending the night this evening, so time was at a premium.  Ted would want
to revive her in time for her parents to pick her up, but once he gave her
the antidote, the anesthetic effects of the drug would quickly disappear,
leaving the youngster with only a slight headache and at best, only very
foggy memories of their time together.  Glancing at his watch, Ted figured
he had at least a couple of hours to spend with Hannah.  Probably not long
enough to go "all the way" with the little princess, but he'd certainly
have time to get to know her a whole lot better than most.

   "Well then, sweetheart, suppose you let your Uncle Ted have a closer
look at you.  You wouldn't mind that, would you Hannah, darling?" he asked
softly, while reaching for one of the two small pink bows securing the
shoulder straps of her pink tank-top.  He could feel the incredible warmth
of her youthful body radiating against the backs of his fingers as he
untied first one bow and then the other.  Then as though he were unwrapping
a birthday present, Ted carefully tugged the warm cotton T-shirt down
toward her waist.

   A big smile bloomed on Ted's face as he gazed down upon the enchanting
little girl.  "I thought so," he remarked, spying the precious little
training bra.  It was pale pink and fastened with one hook located between
the two small padded triangles of cotton which substituted for the cups of
similar garments worn by more mature young ladies.  And although Ted was
sure that Hannah didn't require any support as yet, he was certain she
would be immensely proud to be wearing it.

   Leaving the little brassiere in place for the moment Ted gently caressed
the slumbering child with the backs of his fingers, tracing her dainty
collar bones and marveling at the gossamer softness of her skin.  Moving
slowly downward to her tummy, Ted observed her abdominal muscles flutter
reflexively in response to his delicate touch.

   Next he slid one hand around her torso and up under her shoulders, and
cradling her little head in his other hand, he carefully raised her small
body upward.  Not for the last time Ted found himself momentarily
mesmerized by the girl's enchanting beauty, and bending down, he gave his
little princess one whisper soft kiss upon her tender lips.  Feeling her
body tense up ever so slightly in his arms, he smiled warmly when she made
a little face, scrunching up her nose delightfully in response to their
first kiss.  "You're so pretty, Hannah, sweetheart," Ted whispered, his
lips brushing against hers.  Her warm, fragrant breath wafted softly across
his lips and nose, fairly intoxicating Ted with desire.  Pressing his lips
to hers once more, he carefully extended his tongue.

   Hannah reacted almost instantly the second the tip of Ted's tongue
touched the silky smooth surface of her upper lip.  Her lithe body jerking
in his arms, the precious child instinctively recoiled from the unfamiliar
contact.

   Her reaction wasn't unexpected by any means.  Ted knew from experience
that even in her sedated condition, Hannah could still sense and respond to
outside stimulus.  Ted also understood that until she reached sexual
maturity and in effect "transferred her flag" to another anatomical focal
point a little lower down, the adolescent young lady considered her mouth
to be her palace.

   "Shh..shh..shh, sweetheart," Ted soothed, holding her small body close
to his.  "I know," he murmured, nuzzling his lips into her fragrant hair.
"Sometimes it's a little scary at first, making new friends." Using his
right hand he carefully tugged the bottom of the girl's soft, cotton tee
upward, bunching the small garment into a narrow band encircling her torso
between her breast and her tummy.  In a few minutes Ted had the sweet child
exposed to the waist, and other than her reaction to being kissed, Hannah
had offered no further resistance.  Gazing down at the lovely child cradled
in his arms, Ted was once again struck by her exceptional beauty, and knew
that he was very fortunate indeed to be given the opportunity to share
these few tender moments with Hannah, understanding what a privilege it was
to be the first person to make intimate contact with her.

   Glancing at his wristwatch, Ted was surprised to see that nearly an hour
had passed since he'd administered the sedative, and based upon past
experience with the drug, he figured that it should be safe now to touch
the girl in more meaningful ways.  Keeping a close watch on her face, Ted
extended his right hand, placing it on the outside of her left thigh just
below her hip.  Astounded by the amount of heat which radiated right
through her clothing, he kneaded the firmness of her hip for a minute or
two, allowing the girl to become accustomed to his touch.  Then without
hesitation Ted shifted his hand and cupped the slumbering young beauty
directly between her legs.

   It was a supremely meaningful and fulfilling moment for Ted, and
pressing downward ever so lightly against her with his fingertips, Ted felt
secure in the knowledge that he was the first person ever to touch the
enchanting young lady in this manner.  The sedative appeared to be working
as advertised, allowing him to caress his little princess at will through
her denim shorts, carefully compressing and squeezing her wonderfully
resilient flesh.  Hannah's only reaction to being touched intimately for
the first time in her life was to furrow her brow endearingly and purse her
lips, but otherwise, she lay completely relaxed in his arms.

   "When the bow breaks, the cradle will fall," Ted purred, while gently
rubbing and squeezing.  And marveling at the exceptional warmth present
between the sweet child's legs, Ted was understandably reluctant to remove
his hand from Hannah, but in the interest of time, at last he gave her one
final squeeze and withdrew.

   Bending over her, Ted kissed the slumbering eleven year old
affectionately a few times, before murmuring, "What do you say we make you
more comfortable, sweetheart.  Would you like that, baby girl?" Then
lifting her carefully, Ted eased from beneath her small body, allowing
Hannah to recline fully on the couch.  "You're very pretty, sweetheart," he
purred, using one hand to spread her luscious brown hair out on the sofa
cushion, framing her gorgeous face in shiny sable profusion.  Then patting
her on the cheek affectionately, Ted commented casually, "Those pretty
shorts you're wearing look awfully tight, honey.  As attractive as they
are, I really think you'd be more comfortable if we took them off.  Don't
you?"

   Kneeling beside the couch, his hands trembling with excitement, Ted
fumbled for a second with the single bronze button in the front of Hannah's
stylish, pink, tie-dyed shorts.  Ted sensed the heat and subtle female
moisture rising from inside the sweet child's pretty denim cutoffs, wafting
across the backs of the fingers he'd tucked into the top of her shorts. 
Next he located the small, hidden zipper pull and in one smooth motion, he
unzipped the little girl.

   In Ted's opinion, the single most thrilling aspect of undressing a
sleeping girl, was reaching one's hand into her pants that very first time.
Not into her panties, mind you, although that prospect had an obvious
allure of its own, but simply into her clothing, whatever that might be. 
Into her jeans or up under her skirt, it was the act of circumventing those
measures she'd taken in order to preserve her modesty and privacy that Ted
found so appealing.  And with young ladies of Hannah's tender age, the
added knowledge that he was more than likely providing the youngster with
her first intimate contact, enhanced the overall experience considerably.

   Ted absolutely cherished the experience, one which he'd shared with a
fairly respectable number of young women to date.  To him, there was
nothing more personal and nothing more intimate, than that first touch, and
as he prepared to share that special moment with the lovely Miss Hannah
Parker, a medley of bright young faces flashed before his eyes, each one
representing a different and uniquely satisfying liaison, and each embossed
indelibly in his mind.

   In an effort to clear his head of all those enchanting memories and
focus upon the exquisite child lying before him, Ted leaned his head close
to Hannah's tummy, and carefully lifted one side of her partially open
cutoffs, exposing a narrow satin waist band, rimming the top of an adorable
pair of pale, pink, cotton panties, and garnished with a tiny pink satin
bow at its center.  "My pretty pink princess," Ted murmured as he gazed
fondly into the young girl's cutoffs.  Then leaning closer still until he
felt the marvelous warmth and humidity rising from Hannah, and radiating
against his face, Ted inhaled deeply, breathing in the very essence of the
young girl, and taking her into his soul.

   For Ted, this was an integral part of the experience.  Like taking
communion, he believed that by partaking of her many aromas, her hair, her
breath and other intimate fragrances, he actually made the girl a part of
himself.  And one such bodily bouquet which Ted particularly relished was
the wondrous mixture of flavors rising up from a young lady's breeches when
they are first unfastened.

   Each girl has her own unique scent, no two being exactly the same.  None
the less, there are similarities.  The odor of fabric softener is one such
example, or perhaps a perfumed bath soap, but underlying all of the pains a
young lady takes to alter or disguise it, one inimitably identifiable aroma
is always predominant.  That aroma is, of course, her very own personal
bouquet.  Slightly musky yet always fresh and tangy, the source of this
precocious perfume is also responsible for its moist, vaporous nature. 
Uniquely personal to each and every female, the closer one gets to its
source, the more identifiable this fragrance becomes.  In fact there are
men who profess to be able to tell one young lady from another, purely by
scent.  This is certainly true in the rest of the animal world, but for
most human females the concept is utterly repugnant, and because of this
they will go to great lengths to cover up this most basic personal
attribute.

   Ted was blessed with this ability, and over the years had sampled quite
an assortment of mouth-watering bouquets.  Taking a second deep, slow draft
from just inside the waist band of Hannah's cutoffs, Ted's mind
unconsciously began to catalog the uniqueness of the enchanting eleven year
old, noting piquancy and zest.  He would naturally require a "cleaner"
sample for identification purposes, and he looked forward to gathering that
delectable data in the very near future.  For the time being, however, Ted
was quite satisfied with the fresh, slightly floral fragrance melded with
subtle hints of her personal perfume which wafted over his lips and nose,
filling his senses with the essence of the sweet child.

   "Mmmmmm, that's very nice, Hannah," he cooed happily, and then without
the slightest trace of compunction, Ted slid his right hand into the young
girl's shorts.  As was usually the case, he was immediately and pleasantly
surprised by the amount of heat he found within that marvelous environment.
Avoiding direct contact with Hannah for the moment, Ted carefully worked
his hand farther beneath the warm denim until his fingertips touched the
seam in the crotch of the pretty pink cutoffs.

   Ted's first intimate contact with the lovely Miss Hannah Parker was no
less magical than he'd imagined.  His fingertips touched down first,
finding the soft, cotton center panel of Hannah's underwear, followed by
his fingers, and finally the palm of his hand rested softly upon his little
princess's lower abdomen.  Holding that hand very still for the moment, Ted
glanced at Hannah's face, checking for any signs of alarm.  Thankfully the
sedative seemed to have things under control, for the sweet child was the
very picture of serenity.

   A wonderful sense of fulfillment washed over Ted as he let his eyes
wander over Hannah's semi-naked body.  The site of his forearm extending
down into her little pink shorts confirmed that he and the lovely Miss
Parker were embarking on a magical journey together; a journey of
excitement and discovery.  By the time Mr.  And Mrs.  Parker arrived to
pick her up later that afternoon, Ted would already have established a very
special bond with their young daughter, sharing with her on a level that
none had achieved before.  In the process he would surely uncover a number
of intimate secrets about Hannah; personal little details that only he and
she would know about, at least for several years until she started to date.


   Some of those intimate attributes, at the moment, lay just beneath Ted's
right hand, separated from his fingertips by only a single layer of soft
cotton.  "Well, maybe a double layer a little farther down," he mused.

   Earlier as he touched Hannah through her clothing, Ted had discovered
that for a somewhat slender young lady, Miss Parker appeared to be
reasonably well endowed at the juncture of her thighs, although it had been
difficult to determine to what extent due to the heavier fabric covering
her at that time.  Now, however, with less than a millimeter of finely
woven cotton fabric separating Ted's fingers from the most private and
guarded area of Hannah's nubile body, many of the sweet child's personal
qualities were revealed.  Labia majora of marvelous proportions and a wide,
prominent pubic arch, or Venus Mons, were easily recognizable through the
warm cotton.  Pressing down gently with three fingers, Ted was delighted by
the exceptional firmness and resilience of the youngster's plump little
pussy.

   "Oh, my goodness, Hannah," he murmured, smiling down at the enchanting
young girl, while inside the warm, moist environment of her pretty pink
cutoffs, Ted's fingers pressed and squeezed and rubbed, manipulating Miss
Hannah in ways she hadn't yet dreamed of.  In spite of the thin covering of
cotton, Ted could feel every detail of the little girl's intimate anatomy.
Rubbing Hannah while pressing against her with his fingertips revealed to
him that his slumbering princess was still devoid of any significant amount
of pubic hair.  For had she begun to blossom, Ted most certainly would have
felt the telltale rasping of her soft curls against the inside of her
panties.

   Had they had a bit more time at their disposal, Ted would have been
content to touch Hannah in this manner a lot longer, but time was of the
essence, and he wanted to uncover a few more of her secrets.  It was hard
for him to stop what he was doing, however, for Hannah was very nice to
touch.  Pressing down firmly with two fingers near the top of her easily
recognizable pudendal cleft, Ted rubbed the lovely girl through her panties
in small lazy circles, and in so doing called up the memory of another
magical evening not long ago.

   Her name was Cindi Hillman.  She was ten years old, blond and very
precocious.  Ted had been with Cindi twice to date.  On both occasions he'd
sedated the pretty youngster, and both times she'd spent the night, so she
and Ted had ample time to get to know one another.  He'd had a wonderful
time with Cindi on both occasions, but it was on their second date that Ted
discovered just how enjoyable it was to spend time with a young lady
dressed only in her underwear.  Cindi had already shared most of her charms
with Ted the first time they were together, so the initial urgency of
discovery was lessened, allowing the two of them to take their time and
really enjoy each other's company.

   As soon as Cindi dropped off to sleep on the livingroom couch, he'd
helped her out of her things, fully intending to enjoy her to the fullest,
but at the last minute Ted had a change of heart.  Standing over the
precious ten year old, gazing down upon her petite body dressed only in
panties and a darling little training bra, Ted had suddenly scooped Cindi
up in his arms and carried her upstairs to his bed.  The vision of her soft
golden hair spread upon his pillow and her flawless skin glowing in
contrast to the navy blue sheets would be forever embossed upon his mind.
Ted would never forget the warmth of Cindi's willowy little body pressed
against his own beneath the cool sheets.  The sweet taste of her delicate
mouth and the fragrance of her hair, the amazing warmth and gossamer
softness of her skin were the stuff of dreams.  Ted had spent nearly six
hours with the lovely Miss Hillman that evening, during which time he'd
fondled, kissed, nibbled or licked every square centimeter of her young
body, and probed or otherwise investigated every opening a ten year old
girl has to offer.  What had been unique about the experience, however, was
that the entire time they were together in his bed, Ted had left Cindi's
bra and panties in place, pulling a small, padded cup aside to nibble at a
tiny nipple, or stretching open a pantie leg to kiss her in a more
meaningful way, as needed.

   Ted had fallen in love with Cindi that night, but then again he loved
them all.  He was sure the lovely Miss Parker would be no exception. 
Shaking himself awake as if returning from a dream, Ted reluctantly
withdrew his hand from the marvelous confines of Hannah's cutoffs.  Then
shifting his position slightly for better leverage, Ted grasped the sides
of her tight little shorts, and proceeding with a practiced hand he worked
the soft, pink denim over Hannah's splendid little hips, down her long legs
and off over her feet.

   "And down will come baby, cradle and all," he whispered.  Humming the
popular bedtime rhyme, Ted placed the shorts, still warm with her body
heat, onto the nearby coffee table, and then turning toward the couch, he
surveyed the results of his handiwork.

   At first Ted's breath caught in his throat as he gazed enraptured upon
the vision of loveliness who lay before him on the plush sofa.  He was very
glad he'd elected to leave Hannah's T-shirt bunched up around her middle,
for in his opinion it made the little girl incredibly appealing with only
her bra and panties preserving her modesty.  That, of course, was a very
temporary thing, and without hesitation, Ted unfastened the single tiny
hook maintaining the integrity of the sweet child's little training bra. 
Again Ted found himself humming his nursery rhyme as he carefully folded
the two, lightly padded triangles of cotton aside, exposing Hannah's
exquisite little breasts to the light of day.

   The fact that the two enchanting little cones needed no support became
abundantly clear to Ted as he feasted his eyes upon the diminutive
swellings, topped with precious, pink areolae, slightly puffy and
approximately the size of quarters.  Clearly it would be several years
before the perfect little peaks of creamy smooth flesh would be effected by
the ravages of gravity, so as with his own daughter, Melissa, Miss Parker's
little brasserie was strictly ornamental.  Ted absolutely adored adolescent
young women in more ways than one.  Their inerrant desire to be thought of
as "all grown up" was so very endearing.  He suspected that there wasn't a
twelve year old girl alive today who didn't pray for maturity, and in
particular physical maturity.  Melissa couldn't wait to begin wearing
makeup and shaving her legs, for example.  It seemed only natural
therefore, that a "hands on" introduction to the wonders of her blossoming
physique should be a part of every young lady's education.

   Ted had provided Melissa with just such an awakening several years ago,
and to this day the two of them maintained a routine "sexual awareness
program".  In truth, following the untimely death of her mother, Melissa
turned to her dad for strength and support, and what began years ago as
nothing more than innocent games quickly evolved into a healthy, loving
relationship.  Although his daughter had her own bedroom, it was mostly for
the sake of appearance, for on almost any given evening you could find
Melissa curled up in her Daddy's bed.  She was a good kid, and at nearly
thirteen years of age, Melissa was a tender and accommodating lover.

   Ted didn't always find it necessary to drug his daughter's little
friends, or Melissa either, for that matter.  In fact, of the four running
relationships he currently enjoyed with a few of Melissa's classmates, two
were entirely consensual in nature.  Ted, you see, was blessed with a
unique gift.  For some unexplainable reason, adolescent girls were
strangely attracted to him.  It was like magnetism.  Young girls trusted
him and wanted to please him, and generally they would do whatever Ted
asked them to do, within reason, of course.  For "new beginnings", however,
Ted preferred to sedate his young partners, and if Melissa was home at the
time, he would put her under as well.  It was just easier this way. 
Melissa had a bit of a jealous streak, and once or twice in the past Ted
had unwittingly pushed the envelope and was forced to endure the wrath of
his teenage daughter for weeks to follow.  By anesthetizing Melissa along
with his "date", he not only avoided such unpleasantness, but it also
tended to give Ted the privacy and flexibility he needed in order to really
express himself with his young partners that first time.  And, if the truth
be known, from time to time, after finishing up with the scheduled
activities, Ted enjoyed making love to Melissa while she lay slumbering in
the embrace of the powerful sedative.  He found the experience to be
especially satisfying, particularly when he and his daughter had been
fighting.  At times like these, especially if Melissa had "cut him off" out
of stubbornness or spite, Ted would make a point of drugging her and then
fucking her very thoroughly.  After all, it was for her own good as well as
to preserve the harmony of their relationship.

   Ted would probably fuck Melissa that very afternoon as a means of
releasing the sexual tensions which would no doubt result from his
abbreviated tryst with Miss Hannah.  "It's such a shame that we don't have
a little more time, sweetheart," Ted told his sleeping beauty.  "I just
know we're going to make a happy couple one day," he remarked casually. 
Then after spitting on the end of his index finger, Ted transferred the
spittle to Hannah's right breast.  With a gentle swirling motion he spread
the saliva over the silky smooth surface of her tiny areola, marveling at
the exceptional firmness of the cone of milky white flesh beneath it.  "The
next time Melissa invites you over, Hannah darling, we'll be sure to have a
little slumber party; just the two of us.  Would you like that, honey?" Ted
asked the slumbering child as he treated her left breast to a small
quantity of his saliva.  Already the silken pink skin of the girl's right
areola had drawn up tightly in the cool room air.  Hannah's nipples, as yet
undeveloped, were more or less invisible, but in practically no time at all
the pointed ends of her magnificent little breasts grew firm to the touch.
"That's my girl, Hannah, sweetheart," Ted murmured happily.  It was nice to
see that he was getting through to the youngster in some fashion.  Other
than that, though, she'd given no indication that she was at all concerned
about him toying with her little titties.  Ted seriously doubted that young
Miss Parker would have allowed anyone to touch her in such a way of her own
volition, and attributed her acceptance of his attentions as directly
resulting from the sedative.  In any case, Ted felt assured that he could
move on.

   "Let's get you turned around, darling," he murmured to the slumbering
little girl.  "Then your Uncle Ted is gonna kiss you in a very special way,
honey." Sliding one hand under her back he lifted her upper body from the
cushions, turned her and leaned her carefully against the back of the
couch, arranging the stunning little brunette in a semiseated position. 
Then as though it were the most natural thing in the world to do, Ted
leaned down to his little princess, and grasping the tiny satin band in his
fingertips, he stripped her little panties down in one fluid motion.

   "Oh, Hannah, my precious child!" he gasped when after slipping the warm
cotton garment over her little feet, Ted paused to survey his handiwork.

   What met his gaze was one of the most stunning examples of young
womanhood he'd ever seen.  Miss Parker was exquisitely proportioned for a
youngster of slender build, and as Ted feasted his eyes upon magnificently
plump folds of flawless flesh, he unconsciously brought her little panties
up to his lips.  Not a single trace of pubic curls could he see as he
nibbled absently at the warm cotton undergarment for a minute or two, the
scent of young girl still fresh and tangy upon the fabric.

   "You're very lovely, Hannah, sweetheart," Ted murmured affectionately as
he placed the little panties onto the coffee table with her shorts.  Then
turning back to the slumbering child, Ted slipped his hands under her
knees, and carefully pulled her toward the edge of the sofa.  Stopping when
her pert little butt was very near the front of the cushions and her
slender legs well over the edge, Ted then knelt before his sleeping beauty.


   "Why don't you show your Uncle Ted what a big girl you are, darling," he
spoke softly.  Then taking one ankle in each hand, Ted lifted Hannah's
slender legs, placing one over his left shoulder and the other over his
right, effectively opening her in preparation for his afternoon feast.

   Unfortunately there simply wouldn't be enough time for him to attempt
intercourse with the delectable eleven year old.  That would have to wait
for another day, but by the time Miss Hannah regained consciousness that
afternoon, Ted would have kissed and nibbled, licked, probed and suckled
every fold and opening the sweet child had to offer.

   And there she was in all her loveliness with only a few inches
separating Ted from heaven.  The first thing he noticed was that even with
her legs spread apart, Hannah's meaty labia remained pressed tightly
together, guarding her feminine charms behind plump, fleshy gates.

   Unabashedly, Ted began to kiss the youngster's inner thighs, marveling
at the softness of her warm skin beneath his lips while moving closer and
closer to the last bastion of her childhood.  Giving the little beauty a
series of playful, nibbling kisses, he alternated from one thigh to the
other until at last his right cheek pressed against the essence of her
femininity.  Then sliding his palms under Hannah's buttocks, and noting how
the firm little orbs fit his hands perfectly, Ted turned and faced the
palace gates.  "Now for those special kisses we talked about, darling, " he
purred, and without further ado, Ted lifted Hannah to his mouth.  Her
innocent bouquet flooded his senses, as he pressed his mouth to her ample
lips, marveling at the exceptional resilience of the sweet eleven year old.


   Hannah's hips jerked suddenly, startling him.

   "I know, baby.  It tickles a little," Ted whispered, his lips brushing
against her intimate flesh.  Her intoxicating fragrance was nearly
overwhelming as he went about nibbling at her fleshy gates on one side, and
then desiring to prolong that most delicious moment, Ted passed over the
source of that heady bouquet and began nibbling at her other labial roll.

   His little princess shifted her hips again, more slowly.

   "There's my girl," Ted whispered and then kissed Hannah directly over
her vaginal opening.  Her tiny labia minora were like flower petals beneath
his lips, her delightful perfume making his head spin.

   Ted simply couldn't imagine a more captivating experience than the first
taste of a young girl, and Miss Hannah Parker was certainly no exception.
The knowledge that he was partaking of a previously untasted fruit made the
occasion altogether unique and unforgettable.  One simply had to experience
it to understand.  When Ted first touched his tongue cautiously to that
unsullied flesh, her pre-pubescent savor seemed to surge through his taste
buds like an electrical current, filling his mouth with her tangy ambience.
Using the very tip of his tongue Ted slowly traced up one side of Hannah's
sweet childhood between her inner and outer lips until he reached their
juncture where beneath a small hood of succulent skin her budding clitoris
resided.  Again using the tip of his tongue Ted gently delved beneath that
tiny shroud, lifting it and exposing the very nerve center of the little
girl's femininity.  As he did this, Ted felt Hannah's heals press downward
against his back and the muscles beneath the soft orbs of her buttocks flex
hard like a cowgirl gently spurring her trusty mount.  Wishing for the
sweet child to get the most out of their time together, Ted withdrew his
tongue and then began to lick her up the other side of her supple inner
lips, starting just below her vaginal opening and ending once again at her
clitoris.  Ted felt a series of tremors pass through Hannah as her maturing
reproductive physiology sent unfamiliar yet thrilling signals to the
pleasure centers of her mind such that even in a state of deep sedation,
the youngster's body responded instinctively.  This was very rewarding for
Ted for he knew that in some small way he was making an impression on the
lovely Miss Parker.

   His senses reeling from her heady scent, Ted allowed his lips to wander
aimlessly over supple folds as smooth and soft as silk.  Losing all track
of time, Ted's entire world existed between the slender thighs of the
lovely eleven year old, his tongue exploring every intimate inch of her. 
Ted used his thumbs to part Hannah's labia majora, spreading the heavy
rolls of resilient feminine flesh, and revealing a sparkling pink world
glistening with intimate moisture.  Pursing his lips Ted pressed them to
the little beauty's diminutive vaginal opening and began to softly suckle
her, sipping any fluids that might be present there.  Once or twice he
darted his tongue into that small aperture just to see what her reaction
might be, and again his efforts were rewarded by decided bodily reactions
on the part of his young partner.  Concerned about leaving evidence of his
first tryst with Hannah, however, Ted took care to not inadvertently
"damage" the fragile membrane which represented her innocense.  As the
sweet child rolled her hips slowly in his hands, Ted knew with a certainty,
that he and Miss Parker would be spending a lot more quality time together
in the future.

   Extending his tongue downward, he gently licked the silken skin know as
the perineum for a minute or two.  Then moving his lips a little bit lower,
Ted stiffened his tongue and pushed its tip firmly into the center of the
small, tightly pursed sphincter guarding Miss Parker's "back door". 
Immediately the little eleven year old flexed the powerful muscles of her
buttocks in reaction to his attempted intrusion.

   "Easy, sweetheart!" Ted chided playfully, his nose pressing against her
plump mons and his lips a fraction of an inch away from her vaginal
opening. "Just relax, darling, and let your Uncle Ted have a look at you,"
he murmured, kissing the sweet child once again directly over that tiny
winking portal.

   When after a minute he felt Hannah's little fanny relax in his hands,
Ted again used his thumbs to spread her cheeks widely apart.  Then he began
to lick her little rear entrance intermittently between soft kisses. 
Surprisingly the eleven year old seemed content to accept these latest
attentions, so Ted happily went about swirling the tip of his tongue around
and around the small puckered portal until Hannah was thoroughly coated
with his saliva.

   "Let's see what my little girl's like on the inside," Ted whispered,
raising his mouth from the marvelous child.  Monitoring her closely for
signs of awareness, he touched the tip of his middle finger to Hannah's
pre-moistened rear entrance.  "OK, darling, just relax," Ted purred, and
using a slow twisting motion, he worked his middle finger into the
slumbering eleven year old.

   It was as if Hannah's body had been temporarily caught off guard, for
she offered absolutely no resistance.  Reveling in the exceptional warmth
and velvety softness of her interior, Ted looked on in awe as the second
knuckle of his middle finger eased into the winsome child.  Then as though
she suddenly became aware of him at last, her little hips began to rise
upward.  Hannah uttered a soft, hissing moan, while inside her youthful
musculature clamped down upon Ted's invading digit with remarkable force.
Her slender hips jerked more forcefully and a louder groan of displeasure
escaped the girl when he then attempted to rotate his finger within her
powerful grasp.

   "Easy, darling," Ted murmured.  "It's just your Uncle Ted back here,
that's all." Then remembering how she'd seemed to calm down before when he
kissed her, he lowered his lips to her and nibbled her moist petals just
above his imbedded finger.  A noticeable shiver passed through the
enchanting eleven year old as Ted delivered a series of playful licks and
tender kisses to her, and then as he'd hoped, Hannah relaxed her anal
embrace.  "That's right, sweetheart," he whispered, his lips brushing her
intimate folds.  Then using the tip of his tongue he tickled the satiny
shroud covering her clitoris as a kind of diversion while at the same time
he pushed his middle finger the rest of the way in until his knuckles
pressed against the insides of her small buttocks.

   Ted experienced a wonder sense of fulfillment knowing that again he was
the first to share with the exquisite Miss Parker in such a manner, and
since many young women have no use at all for anal sex, it was conceivable
that no one else with the exception of a healthcare professional would ever
experience Hannah in this way.  That was indeed a pleasant thought for Ted
as he went about making himself at home.

   Ted was no stranger to inside of a young girl's rectal passage.  The
rubbery soft walls and exceptional warmth was familiar territory to him as
he'd had the pleasure of exploring these rather personal bodily spaces with
several of his daughter's little friends, probing the slumbering maidens
very thoroughly.

   With his long middle finger fully extended into Hannah, Ted delved
deeply into her feathery nether realm.  Meanwhile he continued to lick and
suckle her delicate labial folds while gazing over her prominent mons at
her lovely face.  Since she was so well sedated any indication that Hannah
was "enjoying" his attentions would be displayed in her facial expressions,
and Ted didn't want to miss a thing.  Clearly the sweet child felt
something for as he went about probing her he watched the flush of color
rise in her neck and cheeks.  Ted began to move his finger in and out in a
slow thrusting rhythm, prompting the youngster to clamp down on his finger
while uttering a soft gasp or delightful little moan.  Ten blissful minutes
passed in this manner during which time little Hannah actually began to
move her hips slowly in time to Ted's steady cadence.  Sweet, sticky sounds
emanating from between the little girl's legs became interspersed with her
soft sighs, and as a reward for her unconscious participation, Ted bent to
kiss her where every young lady longs to be kissed but won't always admit
it.  It was then that the lovely Miss Parker gave him a very memorable
surprise.

   Probably the result of a purely reflexive reaction to the unfamiliar
stimuli bombarding the little girl's nervous system, but just as Ted
pressed his lips against Hannah's supple inner labia and extended his
tongue into her little vaginal opening the muscles responsible for
controlling the youngster's bladder contracted spontaneously.  Naturally
Ted's mouth was open as he prepared to suckle the sweet nectar of her
youth, but what he received from Hannah instead was a stream of hot, rather
acrid tasting urine, the force of which nearly choked him before he could
pull his mouth away from her.  As Ted struggled to catch his breath, the
remainder of her flow struck him in the center of his chest, completely
soaking his shirt and running down into his trousers.  For all intents and
purposes, Ted received an unanticipated bath.  It wasn't that the
experience was terribly unpleasant, simply unexpected.  When at last the
sweet child finished up with two or three final pulsing spurts, Ted looked
down at the resulting flood.  His shirt was soaked and slightly yellow. 
The fronts of his trousers from his waist to his knees were saturated with
her cooling bodily fluid, and on the carpet before him was a fairly
sizeable wet spot.  Thankfully the force of Hannah's stream had cleared the
edge of the sofa cushions beneath her, sparing the couch before striking
Ted in the chest.  He had a minor mess on his hands, but it wasn't anything
he couldn't handle.  In any case it had certainly been worth it.

   Leaning down to the slumbering child, Ted kissed her supple pussy lips
squarely over her tiny, winking vaginal opening.  "Thank you, sweetheart.
That was nice," his lips whispered against her moist petals.  "But now I
fear we have a little mess to clean up, so Uncle Ted's gotta leave you for
a minute, baby," he murmured.  As he spoke he pushed his imbedded middle
finger deeply into the unconscious little girl until the backs of his
knuckles pressed tightly against her splendid little butt.  For his trouble
he received a marvelous squeeze.  "That's my girl," Ted whispered
affectionately as he slowly extracted his finger from the slumbering
princess.  "Your Uncle Ted will be right back, honey," he assured her and
got to his feet.

   Knowing full well how time flies when one is having a good time, Ted
glanced at his wristwatch as he headed for the bathroom.  As he feared, it
was nearly 3 o'clock.  As much as Ted would have enjoyed spending a bit
more quality time with his tender young lover he needed to get Hannah ready
for her parents who would be arriving in an hour to pick up their little
girl.

   Dabbing gently with a moistened hand towel at the milky smooth skin of
Hannah's inner thighs, Ted considered the special bond he shared with the
precious little girl as he went about cleaning away all traces of the
recent damn break.  He took his time dressing Hannah, kissing the sweet
child one last time in all of those special places, and wishing to savor
their last few minutes together as a couple.

   Ted found that dressing his young partners could be rewarding in its own
right.  Wondering absently how many years would go by before anyone else
would be there for Hannah, Ted zipped up her pink cutoffs and buttoned the
single button at her tummy.  Before fastening her training bra, he took a
moment to say goodby to Hannah's precious little titties.  Licking first
one and then the other before compressing the supple cones between his
lips, Ted concluded with a soft kiss atop each strawberry pink nipple.

   "You two sure are a couple of sleepy heads," Ted chided the two slightly
groggy young ladies good-naturedly.  He'd administered the anti-dote
approximately fifteen minutes ago.  "And you told me you didn't want to
take a nap.  Heck, you both slept for nearly three hours," Ted added,
smiling at the confused expressions on their lovely faces.  Once again the
special sedative compound he'd given the girls lived up to its advertising.
Neither Hannah nor his daughter appeared to remember anything about the
early part of the day.  "God!  They're gorgeous," Ted smiled to himself,
trying not to stare too blatantly at the two youngsters seated across from
him at the kitchen table.  The two girls were an open book with blank pages
which Ted could fill in at will.  With nothing for comparison, they would
believe anything he told them.  Glancing in young Hannah's direction, he
wondered what her reaction would be if he told her that less than an hour
ago he'd pushed his middle finger as far up her tight little ass as he
could possibly reach.  Feeling his eyes upon her, the stunning little
brunette returned his gaze with a shy smile.  "Thirty minutes ago, I was
sucking your tasty little pussy, baby," Ted thought to himself.  Her heady,
pre-pubescent scent was still heavy on his lips and nose and in his
mustache.  "And you liked it too, didn't you Hannah, sweetheart," Ted
mused, giving the exquisite youngster a conspiratorial wink and receiving a
cute quizzical look in return.

   "What time is it, Dad?" his pretty daughter, Melissa inquired sleepily.
Leaning back in her seat, she stretched luxuriously.  She'd apparently
forgotten all about the little spat they'd had last night.

   Hell, Ted couldn't even remember what it'd been about.  "Teenagers..."
Ted thought wistfully.  "Ten to four, sweetheart," he answered his
daughter, noting once again just how pretty Melissa was.  Her neck and
cheeks still retained a slight blush of color, and on her handsome face he
recognized that unmistakable "freshly fucked look".

   Melissa had refused her daddy last night for whatever childish reason,
but about twenty minutes ago Ted had sought Melissa's company in hopes of
releasing some of the pent up sexual pressure he suffered with after his
wonderful yet unrequited fling with Miss Hannah.  He'd fucked Melissa good
and hard for ten minutes or so until he was on the verge of orgasm, and
then at the last second he'd pulled out of his pretty thirteen year old
daughter and returned to Hannah's side.

   Clutching his already twitching cock shaft tightly in his left hand, Ted
had moved fast to reposition the pretty brunette.  Even as the stinging
fire of orgasm spread throughout his loins, with his free hand Ted turned
Hannah's little head slightly and then pinched her nostrils closed.  The
result was instantaneous.  Deprived of air, the lovely Miss Parker opened
her mouth in order to breathe, and into that exquisite little mouth Ted had
directed the first of many powerful pulses of hot, ropey semen. 
Furthermore, by keeping her nostrils pinched Ted effectively forced the
enchanting eleven year to swallow the accumulation in her mouth in order to
preserve her airway.  She'd spit up a little bit of his viscous offering,
but for a first-timer Hannah had done remarkably well, taking the majority
of Ted's ejaculate into her tummy.

   Seated across from the two lovely young ladies, Ted was watching them
surreptitiously when Hannah's rosy cheeks suddenly puffed out, and her hand
flew to her lips.  She made a little "icky" face just as Ted caught her
eye. Clearly she'd just burped and was undoubtedly tasting him for a second
time.  Another little wink earned Ted a healthy blush before she averted
her gaze, feeling embarrassed but not knowing why.  "Are you feeling
alright, honey?" Ted asked.  "What would you do if I were to tell you that
a few minutes ago I put my cock into your pretty mouth and shot my wad of
hot cum right down your throat, sweetheart?" Ted mused

   "Uh..uh..huh," Hannah answered, her blush deepening.  Then she burped
again.

   Ted would have liked to have spent more time talking to Hannah.  Sitting
with the enchanting child and knowing the depths to which the two of them
had shared was both thrilling and extremely satisfying for Ted.  Then
suddenly the doorbell rang, ending his revery.  Hannah's parents had
arrived

   Ted made a point of touching Hannah innocently while handing her off to
her mother and father.  Without being too obvious he squeezed her shoulder
affectionately once or twice and even stroked her soft sable hair before at
last his precious princess was spirited away.

   Before she left, Ted made Hannah promise to visit again real soon. 
"We'll have a slumber party the next time," Ted promised in return.
   End..  SM