A week after Anthony's visit to meet Hannah - which had to be deemed 'successful', in pedo speak - it was time for Sean and Simon to have their part of the deal. They travelled south by train to stay the night at Anthony's place and begin the ravishing of a 6-year-old girl in earnest. Simon, of course, had met her once, and molested her very lightly. Now, though, would surely be the beginning of the 'ruining of her life' - in politically correct speak. Sean reflected on this type of thing more than Simon did, but easily justified it: basically, it was what all females were born for, and who was to say little Camelia's experiences would not make her a higher achiever in life eventually? They did not intend to be violent to her - Esther, her 20-year-old illegal immigrant whore mother would kick up a fuss about that - but they did intend to be very messy with her. Meanwhile, Hannah was left at home with her mother and Dan, and would be getting one of her periodic visits from Bill too. She'd almost certainly have a much easier time than with Simon and Sean, knowing that soppy teacher and his old buddy. Dan never even sodomized her - 'his favourite 10-year-old' - and only occasionally mouth or vaginally fucked her. It was all kisses, love and touches with him. As for Bill, he was just your stereotypical dirty old man, harmless enough.

The first real-life sighting Sean got of Camelia took his breath away as he arrived in Anthony's living room. What doubts he had had so far totally evaporated in the face of the prettiness and smallness before him. The Anglo-Palestinian child had enchanting dark eyes and a lovely, sweet smile and model face. Her coal-back hair could be longer and thicker but it was cutely done up in clips, with loose tendrils hanging over her ears. She was in normal western-style kiddy-garb: little blue jeans and a children's cartoony T-shirt. This seemed to enhance rather than detract from her exotic half-cast colouring. She was like the best coffee-cream delicacy in a box of luxury chocolates, and one anticipated she would melt in the mouth just as easily. Sean was quickly coming to understand the appeal of such a smallie, although he still had to be convinced it would be more satisfying sex than a 10-year-old. Because of that, it was implicitly understood between them that Simon would be kind of 'tour guide' tonight.

First, Esther, the mother, had to be 'dealt with'. That just entailed meeting her, as she insisted on this in order to put her at ease, and talking for a short while before she went out to the town with Anthony. She was going to be 'introduced' to some businessmen apparently, and was getting gradually cast as a high-quality of whore by Anthony and the other agency guys. There was a mini-crisis when they left, as little Camelia fretted about being left in the care of Sean and Simon. The child sobbed only briefly, though, as Esther calmed her with firm but soothing motherly words. Camelia had been told to 'play the men's games', although they might seem 'dirty' and she would need to 'be a little brave'. There was to be no vaginal or anal penetration - and Anthony advised them to stick faithfully to that, and be happy they'd manage to persuade Esther to allow them to fuck the child's mouth. They'd managed to convince Esther that no physical harm would be done by this, which was indeed true so long as it was not too forceful. So, Anthony left them with the run of the house and Camelia, giving them one last reminder not to too rough. He was experienced enough in pedophilia to have seen one or two dislocated children's jaws in his time, but also Camelia would have to be handled carefully psychologically. The absence of her mother, even for a few hours, was quite a big thing at her age.

As soon as Anthony and Esther had left, Simon and Sean settled themselves down on the sofa with the cross-legged 6-year-old between them. They chatted for a while, in kiddy-tones, to achieve rapport and relaxation. She was timid, but offered some shy smiles, and still had her natural innocence despite Simon's prelude of two weeks ago. She'd probably even forgotten about the hard bulge when he'd had her on his lap, but she would learn a lot more about that tonight. She knew nothing of men's cocks, erections and cum. But that would change after Sean and Simon's allotted 3 hours with her. 778

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"We'd like you to take your clothes off," said Simon, 20 minutes later.

"Why?" the 6-year-old asked, bashfully.

"Because it's a game," said Simon. "We'll do the same."

"We will?" asked Sean, feigning surprise. "Oh, dear, I'm a bit embarrassed about that."

Camelia chuckled. "I dare you both to," said Simon.

"Okay, I will, if Camelia will too," said Sean.

"I'll go first," said Simon, beaming.

Camelia giggled, having no words for the situation. "I'll go second," said Sean.

Both the 30-something men got naked, and neither had an erection yet, being quite experienced and controlled pedos. Camelia giggled stupidly at the sight of the two standing there, and put her hand to her mouth as she squirmed there on the sofa. Her sweet eyes hovered on their cocks and balls the most, their faces second, and their hairy chests third.

"Now you," said Simon, nicely.

She shook her head, pressing her hand to her mouth harder. "Come on," said Sean, firmly.

It was enough. Timidly she stood up and undressed, taking her jeans off before her T-shirt in an interesting display of her age-psychology. She understood enough about rudeness, though, to leave her little blue knickers to last. There followed a spell of predatory admiring her up close, kneeling to her level, gently spinning her around and feeling her up all over. She cringed mildly, giggling a bit still, but said very little. Her distress and bemusement went up a level when Simon pulled her in for face and mouth kissing. Sean enjoyed merely standing back and watching this, before the two men exchanged these roles. She squealed or giggled whenever one of them groped her little butt, but was a lot less sure of herself when fingers were pressed or stroked on her tiny little cunt.

Next it was decided to indulge in a lengthy session of doing what was least unpleasant to her: the kissing, licking and sucking of her body. They had her infantile, light brown body draped over the arm of the sofa for much of this: on her front if it was arse they wanted to lick, or on her back if it was cunt. Sean enjoyed the feast - it really was the tenderest cut of meat - but he blanched at the occasional slight taste of shit he got. They each gave the child a few hickies on her buttocks and inner thighs, and at times looked like a couple of vampires feeding, as they crouched around her vulnerable little body. She got a little distressed and started asking when her mummy would be back. They managed to sooth her by promising 'soon', several times over.

They took turns taking her to their laps, introducing her to stiff penises and the concept of handling them. A mixture of soft coaxing and moderately stern commands were enough to break through her reluctance. They French-kissed her as often as she could tolerate, sometimes more. Once or twice she whimpered, and was calmed again by short intervals of innocent kiddy games. The privilege of letting her hair down was given to Sean: immediately this made her look more erotic, just as it would a woman. They 'compromised' with the rules when they both took time to finger-rape her bottom in various positions on the floor or on their laps, and they discussed the sight and sensation of pushing through the 'eye of the needle' inner sphincters into the narrow, warm rectum beyond. They did it gently enough to keep her protests and cries to a minimum.

Sean had his first cum from a handjob, standing, which he coached her through. Her face was at his belly height, so just right for his upright cock to splurt at the child's face. This was her first ever experience of it, and they gave her no warning. When he felt his cummy pulsations building, he placed one hand over hers to encourage harder wanking and to steer his ejaculation, and with his other hand he held her by the hair. Her angelic tan-coloured face got thoroughly splattered, and her expression of bewilderment followed closely by instinctive squinting was perhaps the highlight of the entire session. She seemed unsure whether to cry about it, but the two men laughed in a casual, gentle way, and this caused her to offer a bewildered little giggle.

Simon had his moment a bit later, after letting Sean's cum dry on her. He accepted nothing less than an attempt at a full blow-job by the 6-year-old. Naturally, this was her biggest reluctance of the night, and a fair degree of stern tone was needed to make her play ball. Sean was almost convinced that the grotesque sight of adult shaft in very young girl's mouth was hotter than the same in a Hannah-age mouth. Camelia had to gape so wide, as she knelt there between Sean's big male thighs, his erection being eased to and fro in her jaws. He coached her to hold his cock for guidance, and of course he kept a hold of her head. It was hard to know whether she expected it to do what Sean's had done; no reason for her, at 6, to assume that all cocks did the same. The strange mouthful of rigid warm flesh in her mouth was in itself enough to fuddle her young mind, and her eyes showed her distress when ever it made headway into her throat. Simon appeared to be in a kind mood, though, and kept this to a minimum. He did, however, hold her very firm when his whole body tensed with a lengthy ejaculation.

It went without saying that this was the most traumatic moment of the night for Camelia. Her little brown face was a picture of utter shock whilst the 37-year-old man's huge stiff thing spurt hot aromatic goo in her delicate mouth. Surprise turned to instinctive revulsion, but Simon's hands would not allow her little skull to reject the fuck. He released her after several seconds, only when semen was spluttering chaotically from the corners of her mouth in a kind of reverse-tide and bubbling noisily from her nostrils. In addition, the reddening of her face was particularly cute on a complexion such as hers. Her eyes welled up and she spat and spewed cutely a number of times. She whined in protest at the bewildering indignity, but settled again quicker than Sean expected, when they soothed her as if nothing had happened.

Her evening was not done, of course. In the remaining two hours, they indulged in a mixture of 'normal' children's games with her, simple chatting, and further encyclopledic molesting. She would whinge sorrowfully about the lingering taste in her mouth, comment in a mixture of perplexity and fascination on the stickyness and smell on her skin. The two men further educated her on giving wank, focusing especially on the advantages of two small hands for technique. The mere sight of them being tanned hands excited both men extra, and Simon was able to do his second cum of the evening inside her grip. She was almost catatonically reluctant to lick it all off her hands, though, when instucted, so the men cut her some slack and didn't make her. Instead they continually returned to kisisng her all over or fingering her asshole. Sean's second cum was done performing 'horsey' against her tiny soft brown bum, with him supporting her in doggy position. It was indeed thrilling to sqaut astride such a tiny young body, and perform such indecency, but perhaps older girls were sexier.

Sean was, however, satisfied to have tried out a 6-year-old. He knew he would return for more experiments with her in the coming months, hopefully involving cunt or arsehole proper, and certainly more throat. As for little Camelia, she was delighted when her mother returned that night, and went to her for one of the most 'insecure' cuddles Sean had even seen in a girl-child.

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