Prologue

35-year-old Sean was nothing if not 'methodical'. The word, as he was well aware, is traditionally paired with another - pertaining to 'sexual actions with a child'. Through 18 months of diligent relationship-building with Hannah's cannabis-smoking, semi-alcoholic mother who did shift work as a nurse at the local hospital, Sean had reached a stage of giving himself secure and consistent opportunity to do what he wanted to do. He had refined his art into his '10 favourite things'; his art being that awfully dramatic and grave-sounding word-pair, 'methodical abuse'.

Sean was not abusive. He was not a particularly violent man, although he believed in a liberal sprinkling of 'coercian'. He was abusive if he needed to be. This was not often, as a 9-year-old girl - 8 when he started - is generally very malleable to leadership and suggestion. Oh God, sex with a child - a meek, sweet-smelling, smooth-skinned, short-heighted, light-weighted, sweet-faced, undeveloped child - what could possibly beat it!

In the chronological order he did them this particular week...

Favourite Thing #10: Hand-job

The trusty, good old hand-job certainly had to be on the list. It's utility value was unparalleled. It could be a quickie, any time and any place - assuming there were no witnesses of course - or it could be something more drawn out and sensual. It also had usefulness as a compromise if Hannah was in bad spirits or something, to 'let her off the hook' so to speak for the night yet still getting a nice cum off of her. Such as the present winter Saturday evening...

"Okay, sweetie, are you ready?" Sean spoke gently to her, but with enough purpose in his tone to make it clear it was obligatory.

"Uh huh." Hannah's voice was obedient enough, although she'd been quite sulky this time after Michelle, her Mum, had left at 7.30pm for her shift. Anyway, there was some football on TV Sean wanted to watch soon, so a hand-job was about right.

"Good and slow, please, remember." Hannah nodded.

The place was the living room, in the comfort of the armchair, and Sean removed his jeans and underwear for it. He allowed Hannah to stay in her stripey blue pyjamas, but told her to roll her sleeves up a little. Always best not to leave evidence - stains and such - although Michelle undoubtably had a kind of look-the-other-way idea what was going on between her only child and Sean.

He was semi-hard even before Hannah took up her position, kneeling between his legs - the mere aura and smell of her childhood, and her pretty and unbemished face. She could easily be an actress one day, with her looks - a Sharon Stone perhaps - that's if her life was not being ruined by her activities with Sean. Hopefully it wasn't, but if it was, so be it.

Only 'tenth' thing it may be, but the feel of her soft little child-hands on his cock was always an exquisite shock. As her right hand took hold, his fattening sausage turned in no time at all to a rigid shaft of illegal adult arousal. Onto this she added her left hand, at the top, and began squeezing, turning and pulling it with a knowledge that few 9-year-old girls possess.

"Ahhh," sighed Sean. "Ooooooo." And he leaned back in his chair. "Yes, nice tight grip, sweetie."

He grimaced in pleasure as she tightened further.

"Now, steady... pull down... up, down... take the skin down with it... a bit... not too much..."

Excruciating - excruciatingly good - and his cock swelled and throbbed, a pump priming itself for release.

"Aghh, yeah, now... faster... speed it up..." He gasped. "Good girl."

A dour and focused expression overlaid the innocence of her 9-year-old face with those ocean-blue eyes of hers. Her pretty little mouth remained fixed in that neutral expression children sometimes have.

Sean gasped increasingly fast. He braced his elbows on the chair arms and tensed back. "Yeah... Ughhh... God..." He bucked his pelvis, making his skin travel all the more inside Hannah's hands.

The tingle of completion then quickly travelled up his shaft. "Keep going, and keep your hands there," he moaned, urgently.

Blandly, she did as told, her dainty hands gripping and working up and down even as his hot, white fluid spat and drooled over them. It took quite a few trippy seconds for his penis to stop pulsing, for his body to relax and for his lava to cease.

"Good girl," he panted. "Go and wash your hands. My football is starting in a few minutes."

Favourite Thing #3: Bum-Grind

Hannah sat with Sean for much of 'Match of the Day'. Not that she was that interested in football - although, sweetly, she'd learnt to be a bit -but she knew there was probably little point in going to sleep yet. Now and then she drifted off to do something else, but mostly the pair were quiet and civil, commenting occasionally on the match with Sean always slightly edged with guilt at this point. After it was over, Sean's libido was back with a vengeance, and he wanted to round off a near-perfect evening.

"One more bit of fun, sweetie," he said. "Then you can go to bed."

Hannah knew what he meant, if not specifically. "Okay," she said, as if consent was needed.

"Horsey," he said, simply. "Fully naked this time."

It was perfect for the moment, really: he'd already had his main cum, and Hannah was getting sleepy. It was one of the least traumatic things for her, yet it was the thing Sean regarded as his third-favourite no less. Dutifully, she got naked and went down on all fours on the living room carpet. This never ceased to be a stunning sight - the undeveloped, skinny and smooth frame of a 9-year-old in a natural yet erotic posture - and Sean's erection was complete by the time he'd removed his own clothes.

It was not without an element of fun for Hannah, depending on her mood, although at her age she couldn't really tap into the erotic appeal of it. She appeared to regard it mainly as a bit silly if anything. His underside shaft pressed hard between her small but beautifully shaped buttocks, as he fucked along the crack, trying not to be tempted by the idea of anal penetration of the child on this occasion. He grunted and panted as he built up rythmn of rubbing his hairy groin against the softness and warmth of her dainty arse.

He enjoyed doing this with her Mum too sometimes, but the difference here - aside from Hannah's arse being much smaller - was that Hannah's lightweight body got far more buffeted. He kept his knees grounded firmly and clasped her by her delicate shoulders as he thrust faster and faster, aiming for the friction of her child-bottom to bring him to climax. He had taught her to try to push back against him but it was difficult for her, and as the finish line drew closer he altered his hold so that one hand was on the crown of her head and the other under her chest, on her collar bone. She was getting rocked about like hell, wearing a perturbed little face, even though familiar with 'horsey' these days.

"Urghhh, urghhh, urghhh!" he grunted, pummelling the sexy little bitch.

"Agh, agh, agh!" he cried, with a sudden final accelaration. He slapped into her butt, the base of his cock and his balls dragging over the bottom of her spine.

And a pretty good - for a secondary one - spit and splatter of semen went over Hannah's lower back.

Favourite Thing #9: Cunt-Fingering

It had been well over a year since Hannah's child-vagina had been her own, so to speak. Over time, Sean had made it fair game for first his fingers, then tongue and finally - and inevitably - cock and semen. Today, though, it was just invasive fingers, and of late Sean had evolved a routine which integrated a nice collection of child-sex abuses all in one. He had a go at it on Sunday afternoon, while Michelle went to the shops for a couple of hours.

"Mmmm," he purred, "what a lovely thing you are."

She was on his lap in his armchair, fully clothed as was he, and her back to him. He was nuzzling the side of her head and neck, tasting her delicate cheeks and sniffing in her childhood. His hardness pressed against the base of her spine, and he enjoyed letting her know it was there. He ran the fingertips of his left hand along her smooth forehead, down her cheek and under her little chin. He also fondled her fine mousy hair a lot. Sean was right-handed: this, he slid down the front of her knickers in search of her all-important organ of gender.

The pads of his longest 3 fingers were his eyes, and under them he felt the twin-puffs of flesh with that crucial little coin-slot between them. Hannah inhaled and tensed, but Sean ignored it. For a while he simply rubbed on her kiddie-vulva and around it, mapping its shape, adoring this miracle of nature. His cock throbbed and twitched against the seat of her blue jeans, as if having a mind of its own to insert itself up her rectum.

Another time, mused Sean.

He kissed and purred into her ear, and flicked at strands of hair on the side of her face. Then he slid his hand up her T-shirt to tickle her bare chest, and he rubbed his palm all around the breastless flesh. She squirmed and chuckled half-heartedly. His wrist worked steadily in her knickers, his middle finger making its home inside her. It was rather dry, and it was very tight and grippy. Warm too - always so intimately warm. She squeaked and flinched. She ought to have been used to finger-fucks by now, mused Sean, but then again a big adult finger in an ultra-narrow and tender child-cunt is what it is, regardless of experience.

"Relax, just open up more," Sean said, as if pointing out the obvious answer to some schoolwork.

Gamely, she did edge her thighs open more to the violation. Sean pistoned his finger to about 3 inches depth, pausing now and then to wiggle it while he planted loving kisses on her cheek.

"Ohhh, sweetie," he gasped, his own orgasm sweeping up on him. He jabbed crudely into her little-girl hole, sucked on her ear, and jiggled her with a few little bucks of his hips. "Achhhh, damnit," he sighed, grimacing.

Always a bit of a drag, cumming in one's underwear. Plus the usual pang of embarrassment and shame that a 9-year-old girl in his lap has caused this. Yet again.

Favourite Thing #7: Devouring Her Little Cunt

For the next 2 days after Sunday, Sean did nothing, or next to nothing. This was often the way, a lull in the methodical rythmn of things. Maybe he felt a touch wary because she was back at school, and he wanted her to settle in there for a while without having the deeds he had perpetrated on her being fresh in her mind. On the other hand, maybe his own libido simply needed to take a step back. There were little touches, improper strokes and gropes, and the occasional violating finger scattered throughout the 2 days, but nothing more.

Wednesday was the next big night, when he simply felt he was ready - and 'needed' - to launch himself upon her again. This time the desires had built up over the day, and he'd crystallized them into a plan for a more extended and leisurely session in which favourite thing #7 was only going to be the first phase.

"Okay, bedroom session now, sweetie," he said, at 9.15pm, a quarter hour after Michelle had left for work.

Hannah merely looked up from the puzzle book she was doing on the living room table. Her beautiful, slightly round and chubby face was solemn. Wisps of her brown, super-fine child-hair escaped forwards over her cheeks. Often he loved to caress it adoringly, but tonight he knew he was going to be tugging on it for what he had in mind later.

First up, though... to eat her alive at her most private and feminine part. He got her naked, needless to say - for this was a proper 'session' - on the double bed, spread-eagled on her back, her feet at the end of it and thighs very open. For many, many minutes he knelt and licked and lapped slowly and accurately, tracing every subtle outline of her child-mons. At age 9, it was a completely pube-free zone, so the tip of his tongue could thoroughly enjoy the skin-texture of her puffy outer labia and her slit. He puckered his lips around it to suck the whole thing up as if it was a little plum and salivate on it, and he tried and hoped to taste a little piss - just a little, to reinforce to himself what he was doing.

It tasted of not a great deal, though: just soft flesh. A bit more saltiness could be had from lapping around on her inner thighs or lower belly, which he did plenty of before returning incessently to her child-vagina. He tried tipping at her clit for a while, and got pleasing little gasps and moans from her but hardly an earth-shattering orgasm. Maybe if he was more patient - but Sean's own selfish goal was to experiment with how far he could delve between her labia and push his coiled tongue into her exquisitely narrow, pink-red hole. Hannah would twitch and wince at this, which only reinforced Sean's pleasure at his 'ownership' of her.

Hard to believe he rated 6 things higher than this and, after half an hour or so, he moved onto...

Favourite Thing #6: Arse-Kissing And Licking

This followed on so naturally and almost inevitably from the intimacy of cunt. It had to be rated one place higher, though, because it was surely more vile and shamefully lustful. Accordingly, it seemed to have even more emotional impact on Hannah, a truly obscene corruption of her child sensibilities. Besides, it was simply such an awesome, sexy part of a little girl, and one which would only improve with age right the way until she became a generously-fleshed and sexy-butted young adult female.

He had her lay on her front for this, in the middle of the large bed, with a pillow under her waist. The way this propped her bottom up seemed to maximize its natural shape without being somehow false and contrived. Sometimes he had her lean over the side of an armchair or the sofa downstairs, which made her buttocks and crack even more appealing, but he couldn't be bothered to switch venue tonight. He got onto the bed, reclining - now naked himself - next to her, and began his long slow adoration of her 9-year-old girl arse by simply touching and looking at first.

It was clear she'd be a 'medium-sized' arse girl when she grew up, but for now it was prepubescent-small with just a hint of pear-shapeness that differentiated it from a boy's. The ultra-smooth buttocks were distinct enough to squeeze for sure, but it was almost possible to get one hand round them both. This, Sean enjoyed trying, loving the sensation of her dark little crack under his palm. He pushed his palm into it, causing them to part, and found he could finger her cunt like this if he wanted.

He liked to finger her arsehole - he liked this very much, an erotic medical experiment probing her darkest private recess - but Hannah did not like this and tended to wear a distressed little frown. She would gasp or yelp, but was getting more used to it these days. Really this activity deserved its own place in the top 10, what with its tight and hot sensation, but in the context of a 'session' Sean tended to use it to sniff his finger as a self-caution against tongueing her there.

Kissing the buttock flesh was perfectly safe, and he did a lot of it. Down on her he went, pecking and planting his mouth on all the contours, venturing warily with his lips onto the crack. He also lapped at the twin fleshes like a dog, unashamed in what he was doing, or the fact that this was a girl-child. Most daring and intimate of all, of course, was lapping inside and delving in her crack. Occasionally he got a tang of foul shit, which discouraged him from the venture: shit is shit, even if it belongs to a beautiful little girl.

He was never discouraged from her arse itself, though, and rounded off his love of it by sucking hard and leaving a pink bite-mark on her pale little buttock.

Favourite Thing #2: Complete Mouth-Fuck

It varied from girl to girl as to to what part of her Sean wanted to fuck the most. It depended on the face, and the shape of the mouth, as to whether it cried out to have a big cock put in it. Hannah's did, and for her it was no less than his second favourite activity of all. It was the ruined innocence in those clear blue eyes, the pale cherubic face, and the look of latent sexuality which would have surfaced of its own accord by the time was 12 or 13 - if he hadn't set her off on the road at age 8. It was to this he turned, on that Wednesday night, to complete a well stored-up orgasm.

'Complete' means, of course, with cum rather than merely a cock-suck. A cock-suck could be great foreplay, as anybody knows, but there are times when a guy just has to go for it and ejaculate fast and thick in her mouth and throat - especially with a child, and especially with a child as pretty as Hannah. Many a woman would baulk and struggle at this, let alone a 9-year-old girl. Things were simplified for Hannah, though, in the sense that she had no choice in the matter.

He knelt, naked and stocky, in front of the bed, with Hannah sitting, naked and little, on the floor. Her legs were out past Sean's knees, and she was leaning forward at the perfect height to take his penis into her mouth. He was rigid and full-length before she even set to work, with Sean's hands planted firmly in her hair and around her skull.

"That's it, big open mouth." Hannah gaped her little jaws around the aroused manhood, and Sean closed his eyes at the shock of her warm and tender mouth.

"Sucking action," he hissed. She knew what to do, though, nor did she need to be told to grip his lower shaft to assist herself.

"Whoooo," he sighed between pursed lips, as he gyrated his hips slowly at her pale and pretty face. He tried not fuck her too hard yet, because he wanted to enjoy her doing the work.

"Ahhhhh, a bit faster now." She speeded her head action, and the movement caused to his foreskin was sweet torture for him. There were little flinches of her face everytime his penis went a bit too close to her throat.

"Keep going," he hissed. He tightened his grip of her hair and thrust into her mouth more strongly. She wore that delightful little concerned but slavishly obedient look.

"Oooo, yeah, you good little slut." His orgasm imminent, he tugged her cute head around this way and that, in a kind of grotesque dance with his mouth-raping penis.

She was coughing and going red as he squirted all his load in her dainty child-mouth... and down her throat... gripping her... thrusting... grunting... finally letting her go as snot and semen came out of her nose.

"Ahhhhh, yes, yes, yes," he sighed. "Wash your mouth, get a drink. You've been a good girl."

Favourite Thing #8: Thigh-Fuck, On Lap, From Behind

Nothing was being penetrated here, as the title suggests, but this could certainly be justifiably called 'a fuck' and was a lot of fun. The armchair was the place of choice, the very next evening after mouth-fuck. Some Europa League soccer was on - Fulham vs Steau Bucharest - hardly compulsive viewing, but Sean was mildly curious, it was an English team after all. It was perfect timing for a nice cosy bit of child abuse, as the authorities would no doubt insist on calling it.

Hannah's soft little bum was nestled into Sean's crotch, flesh against flesh, for they were both naked. Sean's erection, which was pretty instantaneous on taking up the position, protruded proudly between the ultra-smooth, topmost inner thighs of the 9-year-old. At its most precise and snug, the upper side of his shaft would nestle nicely against her child-vulva. What's more, Sean could see it by peering over Hannah's shoulder, and he could press his rough cheek lovingly against the side of her tender little face as he did this.

It was of course an identical position to the cunt-fingering of the other day, but this time the objective was specifically to cum from the bumping of her butt and the friction of her thighs, and the expressive energy attainable. This didn't hurt Hannah at all and, with the sweet and quiet spirit of the molested, she sat there taking all Sean's kisses and gropes.

"Ughh!" he gasped, shoving upwards at her. "Squeezy thighs together, as tight as possible, come on."

It was actually quite hard work, and he sometimes resorted to levering with his elbows on the chair arms. Really, the activity was more suited to a much smaller and younger girl - age 4-6 perhaps - as a 9-year-old, even a nice skinny one such as Hannah, is a fair weight to bounce against gravity by hip-strength alone.

"Ahhh, ahhhh," he sighed. "Mmmmm." And he sniffed at the side of her tender little face, and her neck, pulling her head to one side as he did so. He ran his other hand all over her smooth chest, thoroughly getting off on the absence of tits, on the fact she was a child.

"Unhhhh! Unhhh! Ughhh!" He changed to rough-throated grunts now, as orgasm approached. Indeed, a big part of the fun was in the sharing of his primeval man-passion with her, whatever she may think of it.

So he tended to exaggerate his gruff vocalizations in this position, the raw energy being a kind of substitute for the sordid methodology of sticking parts of himself into her. "Ughhh! - Yeahh! - you sexy little bitch, aren't you?" he cried, between pants.

At the last moment, Sean clasped Hannah's narrow shoulders, and jerked upwards erratically. "Oooophh, oooophhh - yeaahh!"

His warm, white jets streaked up her belly, and slowly but surely he relaxed and Hannah became stationary on his lap. "Ohh, shit," he sighed, always feeling a bit foolish in the immediate aftermath.

Favourite Thing #5: Kissing

Kissing - simple, uncomplicated kissing - Sean felt he had to class as a good, solid fifth favourite. Except it WAS a little complicated, in the sense a man's mouth and a 9-year-old girl's mouth are not naturally compatible sizes for the type of kissing in question. Also, she did not respond to it in the instinctive way an older girl or adult female would, but she was learning. These were hurdles easily overcome - and HAD to be overcome, for it was so sweet to 'neck' with a little girl - and the overcoming of them gave the activity a specialized and idiomatic flavour. French-kissing with a child: there could be nothing quite like it, mused Sean.

It was Friday and, after the somewhat low-key but fun thigh-fuck of the day before, Sean was hankering for a much more complete 'love-making' experience with his primary school girl sex partner. A lesuirely episode of sensuous mouth-kissing would be the natural build-up to this.

Sean was naked in the comfort of the armchair again. "Mmm, sweetie, that's it..." She was offering her half-open mouth nicely, as she knelt astride his legs, facing him.

Hannah was in a pair of flimsy white knickers only. For some reason, Sean felt this was more erotic even than complete nudity - for the moment. With firm hands on her pelvis, he prompted her to settle her bum down on his thighs. Then he aligned his mouth diagonally on to her's, and took her sweet little head in his hands to manouvre it to the ideal tilt. The lock-on was always a delicious moment: his man-mouth puckering up to make the seal on her small, tender mouth. The sweet shock of her warm, damp breath made his cock stiffen a couple of degrees more.

It was then just a case of slow, romantic devouring - sucking, smacking and licking on her lips and around them - and unhurriedly working up to tongues. He controlled her head with just one hand entwined in her hair now, and the other enjoying a caress of her entire body, and finding its usual resting place: her cute child-bottom. Even though she was passive with half-closed eyes, either in resignation to her adult molester or because she was enjoying it - who cares? - her body twitched now and then. This was because she anticipated what came next.

Sean slid his hand into her knickers, groped her small smooth buttocks at leisure, and stuck his finger into her arsehole. She grimaced a bit, gasped and maybe would have yelped a little if his mouth hadn't been so comprehensively feasting on hers. His big tongue pushed its way into the oral cavity and throat of the 9-year-old child, and enjoyed burrowing around in there in the conventional manner of all lovers.

"Use YOUR tongue," he would occasionally break off to say. She tried, and was getting better at this, and her little face was remarkably inscrutable as to how much she hated and/or enjoyed this whole deal.

Whatever... it was a thoroughly erection-inducing 20 minutes.

Favourite Thing #4: Vaginal Fuck

Incredibly, this central and primeval urge in any relationship was only fourth favourite thing, but it would improve over the next few years if he still had the pleasure of her. Penetrative sex with a girl as young as 9 inevitably had to be regarded as a work in progress, and it was only the limitations of her size and the clinical need to be careful that made Sean rate it down a little. It hurt her - no two ways about it - depending on how much of his hard penis he was stubborn or inspired enough to try to get into her. On this Friday night he was up for it, in every sense.

"Bed," he said simply. Sometimes he raped her - if one insists on that word - remaining in the armchair position, while kissing and arse-fondling etc: nice. Tonight, though, he wanted to indulge the whole scenario of standard missionary. "What are we going to do?" she enquired urgently, as Sean carried her upstairs. As if she didn't know; it had happened like this plenty of times

before.

"Fuck," he replied. "I want to fuck you, sweetie." His powerful hand stroked her head as he spoke. "You're so beautiful."

Hannah sighed, uptight and resigned to this profoundly violating adult pastime. "Please don't hurt me," she whined.

"I'll try not to. It'll be okay." He spoke soothingly. She did not appear convinced.

She was right not to be: although Sean did all the important preparations with the oily, colourless jelly on her young and bald cunt -his cock too - he was an animal in heat tonight. It was almost as if her age was irrelevant: 'almost', because if anything it enhanced Sean's burning lust for sex with a pretty female. And Hannah was pretty, for sure, and the issue of her 9-year-old size and undevelopment was just something to be negotiated and even enjoyed as a bonus.

He did it with her on her back, on the bottom of the bed, laying over her. He kept her short, slim legs wide apart simply by the pressure of his big hips and thighs nestling in between her's. He guided his shaft with his hand until docking with the narrow and tender target was achieved, and Hannah winced acutely.

"Oh, sweetie, God I love you," gasped Sean, forcing himself an inch into her extreme tightness.

"Agh! Agh!" she cried.

"Shhh, you're okay." He rolled his hips carefully but steadily, needing to enjoy the action of it. He cupped both hands on top of her head now that he was definitely in her, spearing her 4 ft 2' body with his blunt and hard pole.

She screwed up her little face, and squealed in pain at the three barely-controlled jerks of Sean that accompanied his ejaculation. "Ahhh, yesss."

He reckoned he must have managed 2 inches, maybe 3. When he finally retracted, after all his husky panting and trembling was done, his white gloop speckled with blood was oozing from her tiny hole.

Favourite Thing #1: Anal Fuck

Saturday came round again, and there was only one thing for it, to complete the week. It was obscene, sick and it was sheer intimate violation. This he realised, in his sane moments. But it was also deliciously exciting, and it had to be done. He didn't always save it for last on a 7-day cycle, and often did it more than once a week, but it just happened to work out this way this week. Sean classed it as his favourite thing. Numero uno. Why? - well, precisely because of it being so disgusting, shocking, and thereby 'erotic.' Also because Hannah's - indeed any pretty 9-year-old girl's - bum was such a thing of delectable, smooth sexiness. It was, for his present tastes at least, an even more important part of a girl than her cunt.

The position of choice tonight was Hannah on all fours and Sean of course kneeling behind, pointing and steering his rigid adult cock into her tight, dark, kiddy back entrance. She looked like such a cute little puppy bitch kneeling there naked, contrasting with Sean's coarse, chunky bull-in-arousal physique. The scene would have been all the more eye-catching to an observer in that he wasn't even attempting to 'mate' with this little calf, but rather going in via her arsehole. Beasts of the field did not generally do this, at least not deliberately.

He'd lubed her plenty, needless to say - and that was part of the fun, pasting his oily fingers methodically up her little crevasse - and also spent a good session kissing and fondling her in all his favourite ways. Now he clutched her narrow hips, squatting in and settling the end of his hard length on the dark, central button of her anal crack. He pushed at it, steadily applying experimental pressure. He knew it would go in, although some days it seemed easier than others. At first it often looked to be just as unlikely as her vagina, but once in progress the invasion tended to be easier and deeper.

"Owwww," she moaned, screwing up her little face.

The head of his penis had parted her pinky-brown knot of muscle. Hannah's back arched up a little, but Sean kept her from lurching forward by his grip on her skinny pelvis. He paused at this depth for her to get used to it, his cock throbbing for more extreme access. Then he pressed on in as carefully as he could, the lube making it possible for him to slip through her elastic resistance.

"Aughhhh," she gasped, grimacing. "Oww, oww," she whined.

"It's okay, it won't be long."

His erection embedded grotesquely - wonderfully - in between the smooth and parted girl-child buttocks, he rocked into her rythmnically, but tentatively limiting his range of motion and speed. Even so, it was far from comfortable for her, and almost painfully tight on HIM. He was true to this word, though, and the heat, the sight and the sheer concept of having half his penis up her rear end brought him rapidly to his tingling completion.

"Urghhhh," he grunted. "Fuck!" It surged up and out of him, into her child-rectum. A lot of it.

Appendix

In ascending order of preference, Sean's 10 favourite things were...

• #10 Hand-job.
• #9 Cunt-fingering.
• #8 Thigh-fuck, on lap, from behind.
• #7 Devouring her little cunt.
• #6 Arse-kissing and licking.
• #5 Kissing (mouth).
• #4 Vaginal Fuck.
• #3 Bum-grind.
• #2 Complete mouth-fuck.
• #1 Anal Fuck.
• Honorary mention - Fingering her arsehole.

THE END

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