"If I hadn't stepped in right then, we'd have lost that guy," said Sean, to his attentive audience of fellow pedos and Hannah.

The day after Hannah's first adventure 'on the streets', it was a Friday. That meant a get-together for the whole team, sometimes known as 'Bill night' or 'team night'. This was where the complete inner circle of the ring - Sean, Dan, Simon, Bill and Michelle - met at Sean and Michelle's place for a general review of the situation and, of course, fun and games with Hannah. Drinks were strewn around the living room and the young focus of attention, dressed in her blue-spotted school summer dress, was playing the role of waitress whilst intermittently getting crotch-groped or butt-slapped.

"Well, what do you expect?" said Dan, giving the youngster a sympathetic smile. "She's only 10 for God's sake, and it was her first time."

"Yeah, well, she's not stupid, are you, girl?" Sean gave her face a nudge with the back of his hand. "It was a simple enough job."

"Still, it must have been scary for her," said Dan.

"I suppose, whatever," said Sean. "She's a big girl, though." He nudged her, again, and this time Simon also stroked her cheek and grunted in concurrence.

"So what did the guy get?" asked Bill.

"Tell him, Hannah," said Sean. She shrugged coyly, possibly not even understanding the way it was phrased. "Well, tell him. Good grief."

"A blowjob, with nudity," muttered the 10-year-old.

"Ahhh," said Bill, nodding reflectively. "Nice."

"With a bit of fingering too," added Sean. "So, no big deal, really."

"Well, I think THAT was sensible, at least," said Dan.

"Yup," said Sean, biting his lip. "Glad you approve."

"Is the guy gonna be a regular, then?" asked Simon, standing behind Hannah and playing with her long brunette strands.

"I gave him my number. He'll think about it and might phone sometime."

"You think that was a good idea? A guy you've only met once?" asked Dan.

Sean sighed. "Yeah, I think it was a good idea. He's loaded - high up in banking - besides, why the hell would he cause trouble for us after he's had his cock in Hannah's mouth, and his fingers up her arse?"

"Good point, I suppose," said Dan.

Simon merely chuckled. "The guy has good taste." He pushed his hand up Hannah's dress from behind, and squeezed. She squirmed a little, but gave the polite smile expected of her.

"Anyway, come on guys," said Bill. "It's show time, let's chill out."

Everybody was happy to let Bill be a kind of master of ceremonies for the evening, as Friday was usually the only time he got to see Hannah and it was his main event in child-sex. At 65, he tended to store himself up for it, and even then one suspected his cock needed the roleplays. The other guys, with perhaps the exception of Dan who did not like to see Hannah too humiliated, also enjoyed the spice Bill's imagination brought to things. This time it was the 'Victorian school room' play: maths questions were fired at Hannah by an in-character Bill, and every time she got one wrong she was spanked by hand on her bare arse. Dan did the spanking, as it was the only way he would agree to it: he made sure it didn't hurt Hannah enough to make her cry, but hard enough to amuse the other guys. Then came sex education, 'Victorian style' - or how Bill's perverted imagination would have written history - with Hannah acting the part of innocent Victorian schoolgirl.

"Hannah Simpson," snapped Bill, the 'teacher', "tell me where babies come from!"

The 10-year-old, arms folded and attentive, was sitting on a low chair behind the coffee table which had been placed in the middle of the room. Not exactly Hollywood props, but good enough. "From when, uh, a man and woman have sex."

"Answer in full sentences," commanded Simon, getting into the spirit of things as a watching 'Headmaster'. He gave her cheek a little slap for good measure. Hannah jerked her pretty face away from it, her pride hurt more than anything.

"Babies come from a man and a woman having sex."

"Better," said Bill. "And how do the man and woman do this? Explain."

Hannah furrowed her cute brow for a moment. Of course she knew these facts of life well enough these days, but wanted to give an answer that would not give a reason to get told off again. "The man puts his penis into the woman's cun-er-vagina."

Sean sniggered at her near-slip of the tongue. In Victorian mode 'proper terms' had to be used. "No slang, and use sentences!" said Simon, holding his hand poised to strike.

"Um... a man and woman have sex by, I mean, when the man puts his penis into her vagina." She grimaced for the blow which this time did not come.

"Good girl," said Simon, as if impressed.

"And then?" asked Bill. "Does that cause the baby on its own?"

"Um, no. No sir. The baby is caused by the man ejaculating, uh, inside her."

Sean sniggered again. "Ejac-'you'-lating," said Simon, "not ejac-'u'-lating."

"Sorry sir," said Hannah. "Ejaculating."

"Better. Now learn to talk properly, if you don't want to be disciplined again," said Simon,.

"And why does the man's ejaculation cause a baby?" continued 'teacher'.

"The man's ejacle-ejaculation causes a baby because his sperm goes into her belly..."

"And??" said Simon, tweaking some strands of hair on the side of her head.

"And the sperm goes to the woman's egg, which fert..." Hannah frowned, at having her hair pulled as well as preparing the difficult word. "It fertilizes the woman's egg."

"Very good," purred Simon. He patted Hannah's head in an innocent way, following it up by brushing his knuckles along her cheekbone in a menacing and sensual way. Hannah smiled meekly at the touch.

"Okay," said Bill. "Now it is demonstration time." He nodded towards Michelle, who was half-drunk.

The erstwhile mother of Hannah stood up, chuckling stupidly, and began to undress. "Choose who will do the demonstration with your mother," said Simon.

Hannah sighed. "Why is it me who always has to choose?"

"Hey!" snapped Sean. "Stay in role, and don't be bloody insolent." He took a handful of brown hair, and tugged her head to and for several times, drawing a pained look.

"Okay, no need for that," muttered Dan, who was seated next to Michelle on the sofa.

"For what?" said Sean. "Who's her bloody stepfather, anyway?"

In a curious way, the two guys enjoyed their little altercations, understanding how Hannah's bond with Dan - her 'real' schoolteacher - helped cement her acceptance of her sex life. Whenever she was 'under pressure', Dan would step in to restore her confidence, but by doing so it reaffirmed to her it was 'normal' to be doing all these kinds of things at 10 years old. Dan had been instrumental in getting her even to 'enjoy' a fair amount of it; she seemed to take special comfort from their bathtimes together, and could often be heard giggling up there. Dan answered Sean's question with a shrug.

"Just choose. Don't be stupid, Hannah," said Simon.

"Okay. Um, I choose you, please," said Hannah.

Simon sighed. "Great. I get to fuck the whale."

"Hey, enough of 'whale'!" quipped Michelle, already down to her underwear. She took it in good humour. Besides, she was only moderately overweight, and sexy enough to most men, it was just that she was a whale compared to Sean's physique of preference: that of a young girl-child.

"Well, don't you worry, little madam," said Simon to Hannah, "I'll still have plenty left for that lovely lil butt of yours later, in case that's what you were thinking." He gave her a playful wink.

"What a sly young thing," said Bill. Hannah shook her head in denial, but it was ignored. She was then encouraged to watch carefully as Simon and Michelle did a 5-minute, grunting missionary position fuck on the carpet. At the end of it, Bill - still acting the teacher - escorted her down there to take a close look between her mother's legs. "See the cum in there?"

"Yes," said Hannah. Of course she knew about these things by now, anyway, but the guys - Dan aside - still found it fun to try to shock her.

"So, now Hannah Simpson," said Bill. "You have to try and do as good a job as your mother did. Who do you choose?"

Hannah dourly comtemplated her own rape, the upteenth of her young life. She knew not to pick Bill, who always finished these evenings in private with her upstairs - either by buggering her or fucking her mouth, the only ways he tended to get aroused enough. She looked in turn at Dan and Sean. "Sean," she said.

"Ooo, thank you, sweetie," said Sean. "So you love me, after all."

She smiled meekly, always looking more relaxed if Sean was in a good mood. She took her dress and knickers off without having to be prompted, while Sean stripped off only below the waist, the contrast in their sizes looking all the more taboo in the innocuous setting of a living room. He guided his stepdaughter to the coffee table, patted it, and she climbed on and layed down. The undeveloped, smooth-skinned child opened her tender legs out wide and was licked, fingered and lubed up at length by Sean, before being carefully and skilfully fucked. Everybody assessed the 'successful mess' in her bald, puffy little femalehood afterwards.

"You know you can't actually get a baby yet, don't you, hun?" said Michelle, affectionately patting her head as she lay there grotesquely prone.

"Of course I know that!" Hannah droned.

"Hey, manners," said Simon, "giving her hair a tweak."

"I was just saying," moaned the youngster, and she was allowed to get away with it.

Needless to say, she was was not allowed to get away without Bill's traditional half hour with her. The old man took her up a bit later, had his naked time romping and groping and kissing her every orifice on the bed with her. When he returned downstairs with her, he reported on a excellent blowjob given. Fair's fair, and everybody praised Hannah warmly, which visibly helped her morale.

"She washed her mouth?" asked Simon. "I don't fancy tasting YOU, you old git."

"Yes," said Hannah, on Bill's behalf.

"Come here, then, madam. And get those clothes off." Meanwhile, Simon himself stripped off, completely unabashed.

"A 'please' wouldn't hurt," said Dan.

"Please," said Simon, crisply.

Obediently, and always with some trepidation in Simon's case, she got herself naked yet again and climbed aboard his lap. Thereupon, she found herself being made to practise her wank-giving and French-kissing skills. For a spectator, it always seemed most erotic watching a 10-year-old girl and grown man kissing 'properly', even though it was not technically the biggest violation of the child. It was always one of the hardest things psycologically for her, though, and she looked kind of blank but sweet while it was going on, unless she closed her eyes and thought of whatever a little girl thought of in order to cope. Needless to say, she got her delectably smooth little bum and crotch groped and fingered a lot while adult tongue probed her mouth or licked at her unblemished face. With his erection at maximum - a practical necessity - Simon concluded his performance with her by a skilled little anal rape to 3 inches depth over the arm of the chair.

It was shortly after this that Sean's phone went off. "Hello," he said.

Everybody listenened to his side of the conversation:

"Oh, hi."

"Yes, course I remember you. Hi, Robert." Sean whispered aside to the room: "It's the punter from the street."

"You're interested in seeing more of her? Okay."

"I see. Yes, she does do that."

"Sure, you can, if the price is right..."