A week after Simon's little 'prelude' with Camelia, Anthony came up to the north to have his own little prelude - with the now 10-years-and-2-months Hannah. It was a Saturday evening, after the 5th school week of the Autumn term. Sean, ever Hannah's loving stepfather, made sure he formally introduced Hannah to her soon-to-be fifth adult male abuser. Nobody yet told her that's what Anthony was, but she had certainly guessed as soon as he'd settled himself in their living room and eyed her up in that 'man' way. She was wearing her mild and cooperative face, while Anthony was clearly impressed by its prettiness along with the rest of her non-developed form. Sean had made her wear a simple white kiddy T-shirt with cartoons from some child-TV show on it, and her short blue shorts but no socks. He wanted to see how the visitor kept glancing at the heavenly soft flesh of her child-legs and the cuteness of her feet, and flitting his gaze up and down the length of her - all 4 foot 7 of it. He asked her to fetch drinks from the kitchen for them, and observed how Anthony inevitably took the opportunity to assess her from the back.

"I think I'd like to fuck her," the slightly chubby 40-year-old said quietly, while she was gone.

"Done deal," said Sean, understanding the tone of Anthony's voice meant a 'specific' decision had been made: vaginal penetration, he meant. "Do more than that, if you want."

"I'll see how it goes," said the new pedophile in Hannah's life.

Simon, also in attendance, nodded his agreement. "You want private time with her?" he asked.

"Ahh, no," said Anthony dismissively. "Let it all hang out in the open down here, eh?" He chuckled.

"Fine by us," said Sean. What a contrast to Dan, he mused, he of the sensitive and intimate child-loving nature. Anthony was a vastly more experienced pedo, and for such men the concept of sharing and 'performing' was often an integral part of their lusts.

"Is that alright by you, Hannah?" said Simon, as she returned.

"What?" she asked, remarkable innocence in her sweet green eyes, despite the substantial experiences of her young life.

"That you and Anthony have a fuck," said Sean. These days, they referred to everything in plain adult terms with Hannah, although Dan still spoke of 'loving' and 'husband-and-wife stuff'.

"Oh," said the child. Then her tone lowered to a wary little mutter. "Yes, I suppose."

"Good, good," chirped Anthony. "So, you in the final year of your primary school?" he asked.

They thanked her for bringing the drinks - no reason for civility not being also an integral part of pedophilia - and Anthony entered into a genial conversation about school life with Hannah, with the occasional interjection from the other two. Mostly they enjoyed just observing, understanding full well that Anthony the experienced child-fucker was merely building up a rapport to put her at ease as much as possible. A non-frightened 10-year-old is much more likely to be able to relax her vagina enough to accommodate adult penis, achieving a 'real' fuck as close as possible. Sean was keen to see how much penetration would be achieved and how long any invasive motion would be maintained, not to mention - as her guardian - it was interesting as always to see how well Hannah would do. At about 9pm, the time for talk came to an end, and the time for Hannah to perform the unwrapping of herself began.

"Oh, lovely," uttered Anthony, smiling intently at the figure standing before him, as she removed her T-shirt.

"You see, nothing there yet, really," said Sean, as all 3 men observed the very slightest sign of raised flesh around her little nipples.

Hannah looked self-conscious and sweetly solemn, as always at these moments, despite how often she'd lived them. "Good girl," said Simon, without feeling.

Without looking at the 3 men, she pulled down her shorts and stepped out of them. "Wait," said Anthony, just as she took hold of her knicker elastic.

The brown, sleek-haired child stood there whilst Anthony got out of his seat and took all his own clothes off. He was already 90% erect: a fat, circumcised penis, not especially long but with a neat shape and good tone. A big, fat-looking scrotum suggested plenty of cum. He sat down again on the sofa, and indicated for Hannah to come to him. Thereupon, he took a hold of her knickers and tugged them down for her, stooping low to get them to her ankles. She stepped out of them of her own accord. Then she knew what he meant when he patted the seat either side of his lap, and she knelt astride him, with a mildly-cringing expression. He placed his hands on her, savouring her exquisite pelvic bones and her soft smooth little arse. He slithered his hands up and down her sides, kneeding her nipples with his thumbs, whilst slowly building up slushy kisses to her face.

"I'll be gentle with you, if you're good with me," he purred.

"You know what that means, Hannah?" said Sean.

She did, and for the next 10 minutes she did her best to reciprocate kisses in an adult way, and suppress her undoubted distaste and lack of motivation for it. The chubby pedophile burrowed his tongue into her perfect, soft young mouth. There was lots of slupping noises and visible salivating from him, and the occasional sharp little cough from Hannah as her throat was breached. Meanwhile, she did her best to wank his erection sensually, but there was always a sense of 'neutralness' about it, observed Sean. It was like she was pulling idly on any old stick or lever. Not that it bothered Anthony, who grasped and fingered her arse a lot while doing his level best to lick the very skin cells off the insides of her mouth. Hannah yelped inside his mouth and her eyes flinched whenever his finger disappeared a little too far or fast into her arsehole.

She gained respite from all this when he was ready to fuck her. Holding her by the shoulders, he encouraged her to lean back a little and apply her own lube while he did the same to himself. Then he coaxed her onto his waiting shaft, advising her to 'steer him' with her hands. She grimaced a little at the contact of big adult cockhead on her vulval slit, even though this was another thing she had lived many times. Anthony pulled down steadily on her shoulders and, with the skill of a practised kiddie-screwer, he kept himself still until he was beginning to push his way into her vagina. Her hairless, puffy lips parted totally at the breaching, until all that could be seen was stiff shaft planted 2 or 3 inches up her crotch. Hannah gasped and twitched as he established a slow, violating rythmn with his lap, but she kept her tender young thighs gamely open around him and did not fight resist the weight of his hands on her shoulders.

The 'fuck' continued steadily for about 5 minutes, then ended suddenly with a grunt and a jiggle from Anthony. His face went red, Hannah screwed up hers, and he let out a long, throaty gasp.

"God, yessss," he said, "you fucking little sex toy." His tone was friendly, though, and he placed devouring kisses on the sides of her mouth and on her cheek. At his final grunts, he nibbled on her ear.

"I told you she was good," said Sean.

Anthony put his hands under her armpits and gently raised her. The results became apparent as her cunt came off his penis: there was a flood of his thick cum out of her slit, which continued to trickle down her inside thighs even after she had closed her legs and stood up. Her pain was as minimal as her innocence, but the evening was not done.

Closure for Hannah's latest evening of sexual abuse finally came two hours of naked fun later, including a par-for-course anal rape by Simon, and a mouth-fuck by Sean. Anthony was impressed with the spectacle of both, so much so that he got a good hard-on again and managed a bit of a cum over her chest and face, as he squat astride her. He used the ends of her hair to wipe his penis. When Hannah gave an involuntary little scowl at this, Sean reminded her what the hell did it matter, since she was gonna have a bath anyway. At 11.15pm, her mother returned from the bingo club with Dan, who immediately went upstairs to chat to 'his' beloved little girl in the bath.

'It's becoming a damned circus', mused Sean, before discussion turned towards his and Simon's invite to see 6-year-old Camelia next weekend.

The End

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