HEY DON'T USE HANNAH 2NITE IF U CAN REFRAIN. I HAV SOMETHING 4U LATER.

It was a text message from arch-pedo Simon, which arrived on Sean's phone early on in the Friday evening proceedings.

WHAT IS IT U BASTARD?!

YOU'LL SEE. TRUST ME, MATE. I WIL BE THERE ABOUT MIDNITE.

OK. NO CLUES?

NO! END OF. CU LATER.

As midnight approached, Sean reflected on how it had been a busy evening for Hannah Simpson, but that's how Fridays go. At least in the 10-year-old life of this step-daughter of his they did. It had become firmly established as 'group night' in Sean's little pedo ring, with Hannah of course in the starring role. The pretty brunette's sexual career was coming up to 2 years old now, and she'd experienced the admiring attentions of 6 men all told, 4 of whom were in attendance this evening. By and large she was taking it well, even the anal fucks, of which there were plenty. That was perhaps the reason: practise. This was a little girl who had gradually become 'trained' in taking the stiffened penises of men into her dainty mouth, up her hairless cunt or up her smooth butt. In all but the roughest encounters, she had become accustomed to the discomforts of violation, and learned that her acceptance and good attitude won the gentler affections and good spirits of the men. This was a little girl to whom the smells and tastes of sex, and the grunts and moans of men having their way were part and parcel of life.

Tonight, Robert Saint, first-time guest at the Simpson residence, had had HIS way. He had payed for his solo half-hour, and gotten his dream of buggering a girl of preteen years, plus a few other bits. On reflection, the 41-year-old businessman had found the act to be an anticlimax, so to speak. He had discovered that his initial 6-inch hard enthusiasm at Hannah's smooth and tender nudity, and her soft little butt-cheeks for the taking, culiminated in a somewhat surgical and restrained sexual experience for him. On the advice of the 3-man 'audience', he had experimented with her kneeling, on her back with legs folded up, even standing, but he finally ejaculated about 2 inches inside her anal passage with her petite and tender form bent over the sofa arm. Of course he found those few tingling seconds to be awesome, and the whole lead-up to be 'fascinating' if not wildly passionate. Hannah just found it rather uncomfortable, as always, but she remembered her manners towards her new friend and did not complain.

Perhaps the best bit for Robert had been the 10 minutes he spent reclining on the sofa, with the naked Hannah reclining on his stomach - his chunky thighs forming a 'head-board' for her - and her hairless young crotch wrapped round his mouth. This was in response to a frustrated wish to 69 with her as a 'warm-up': Sean advised him on the new position, as featured in a famous old coloured CP-pic. Coincidently, that girl was a similar age, build and sexy face and sleek hairstyle to Hannah, except that she'd been blonde whereas Hannah was mousy. Robert feasted on her slitted plum, whilst groping her exquisite hips and sides, until he was in danger of cumming. Then he set about lubing up her anal crack with his fingers, and having his main event with the cooperative but somewhat harrassed pedo-ring starlet.

After that, Hannah was allowed to put her knickers back on over her lovely little fucked arse, and the nice blue dress which Bill had brought for her. The 'speed-dating' game was then played by all four men, with Bill and Robert taking it a bit more seriously than Sean or Anthony. They took turns 'chatting up' Hannah across a table for 3 minutes, and votes were taken on the winner. It was Robert: an articulate and imaginative guy, he had really gotten into the swing of things. His prize: a full evening's dinner-date with Hannah at a hotel to be followed by a full night's stay there with her, to be arranged for two Friday's time. Obviously they would go with the cover-story of a father and daughter, or uncle and daughter, and behave discreetly while on public view.

The 65-year-old Bill did not seem to mind not winning at his own game, satisfied with his tradition of taking Hannah to her bedroom later on in the Friday evening for 'their little romp' as he called it, culiminating in either BJ or anal. He rarely attempted to fuck her vaginally, as it did not tend to get his penis to play ball. Tonight, his mind was made up for him in view of what Robert had already done, and Bill reported he had his consummation in Hannah's mouth. Nobody had ever seen Bill in action with her, so private as he was, but Hannah never seemed any the worse for wear physically when she came down. Sometimes the old guy was heard to grunt, and Hannah to yelp a little, and random episodes of shuffling around on her squeaky little bed. Always there was the sound of bathroom activity when Bill sent her to 'restore herself' afterwards.

After this restoration - and she did look remarkably fresh again, although that tiny bit more mentally ruined - Anthony claimed his runners-up prize from the roleplay. Officially, he was supposed to share this with Sean, but Sean decided to hang fast on Simon's promise and he abstained. The appointed 'spit-roast' of the child therefore did not happen, and the portly Anthony was left to select cunt-fuck or mouth-fuck, or some other deed but not including anal.

"You've done well, sweetie," he said, in a sensitive and skilled pedo way. You could tell he was used to much younger children than this. "Just do me a handjob, but as nice as you can, okay?"

"Uh huh." Hannah nodded. She'd given plenty of those, at all random times of day with Sean particularly.

She delivered, her lovely and obedient young face at his waist-height as she kneeled and he stood. When the moment came, Anthony coaxed her into assisting him to splatter it. Approving cheers rung out around the room, and Hannah did her usual good-spirited smile and flinch as she got streaked from chin to hair. Wearing a silly grimace and smirk, she stayed there awaiting instruction to clean herself up - or not to, as sometimes was the case. Sean sent her to the kitchen tap with some tissues. Hannah's Friday night was over, pending what Dan might want to do with her later when he returned with her mother, Michelle. Or what the mystery-proferring Simon might want to do for that matter. Robert, Bill and Anthony left. Sean sent Hannah off to bed - the marital bed, that is - and told her to either go to sleep or await Dan and her Mom's return. She knew the routine well enough. Meanwhile, Sean awaited midnight.

When the doorbell rang at 12.05am, standing there with Simon - something of a Brian Adams Canadian pop star lookalike - was a girl. Sean did a double-take: not because Simon had a 'girl', but her age. She looked 13-14, and Sean was not accustomed to seeing such an oldie around . Pretty: extremely fucking pretty. Brown - slightly chestnut - shoulder-length hair which curled up cutely at the ends. Her complexion was quite pale, but healthy enough. No lipstick, and just a little eyelash paint which enhanced her clear blue-grey eyes.

"Well, you gonna invite us in?" Simon asked, jovially.

"Uh, yeah. Come in." Sean acted natural, until he was sure of the situation. He smiled casually at the girl, who returned a cautious one.

"This is Fiona. She ran away from home, and she's staying with me," said Simon.

"Oh, I see. Hi, Fiona. Nice to meet you." He shook her hand, looking at her light-heartedly.

"You too." She blushed. Despite the more character-imbued quality of an adolescent, her face seemed to bear a similar level of timidity/experience to Hannah's.

He took her coat off her, ushered her through to the living room where she settled herself down on the sofa, looking around. She wore a pink tracksuit, presumably what she'd found most comfortable to 'run away' in. Height was maybe just over 5 foot, and she was neither 'skinny' nor developed: just a nice, roundish bum and hips, and small prominances under the chest fabric. After a few more pleasantries, they left her to watch TV whilst they went through to the kitchen to fetch drinks and jam and toast for everyone.

"You've...?" whispered Sean, with barely repressed ethusiasm.

"Yes, two nights ago," said Simon, quietly. "Cunt-fuck only."

"And now...?"

"Yours, for the night."

Sean raised his eyebrows. "To do what?"

"Anything. But friendly-like."

"She willing?" A basic answer was needed, but full details could and no doubt would come later.

"Yes, but coy. Take it easy - ish."

"Gotcha. Condom?"

"Hell, no."

So as not to unsettle Fiona, the pair of them then went into audible chit-chat before rejoining her in the living room. Sean took his place on the sofa next to her, whilst Simon sat in an armchair. They talked pleasantly about origins and such, and Sean found out she was indeed 14, but only by 2 months. A few minutes later, Hannah came downstairs in her nightie.

"What you doing down here?" enquired Sean.

"Who is it?" she asked.

Sean introduced Fiona. "Hey, chicken, how've ya been tonight?" asked Simon.

"Okay," said Hannah, visibly subdued by Simon's presence.

God only knew if Simon had told Fiona that they - and others - had sex with Hannah, plus children even younger. All in good time. If the situation was not 'safe', Simon would not have brought her here. A few moments later, Dan and Michelle rolled in. There was going to be some arrangements, rooms and such, to be made before the night ahead!

The End

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