41-year-old Robert Saint could not quite believe his luck on this Friday evening. It was a remarkable, surreal situation to be in, sitting across a little restaurant table from an extremely pretty 10-year-old girl who he had the right to date and fuck. Well, technically he did not have society's right to do it, of course. That did not matter, though, so long as he and the child were discreet. He had the 'right', as given to him by her guardian, Sean, and mother Michelle, and her school teacher Daniel. They had created a little world in which young Hannah accepted the normality of it, and in which they could all have their way as lust dictated. For the event, a busy 5-star hotel in the city had been booked, which was actually less conspicuous for them than a smaller venue. They were there with the cover story of an uncle taking his niece out for a birthday meal.

Hannah was wearing her grey school skirt and a frilly white blouse, with knickers but no bra. Robert had requested to Sean no make-up whatsoever, but she had turned up with a touch of face-powder. He approved: it just made her seem that little bit more sexual, giving her skin a warm fleshy tone. She had endearingly thin eyebrows, as most little girls did, so these were left in their natural state. Nothing special was done with her straight brown hair either, aside from parting it neatly in the centre, washing and combing it nicely and gathering it into a simple ponytail in a band. She did not have any special scent, aside from that of soap and being a clean and fresh little girl. The natural smell of girl-child of this age was aphrodisiac enough to Robert. Furthermore, Sean claimed she had been neither cunt nor bum-fucked since Monday, so she really would be nice and fresh and able to tolerate a good penetration up either hole.

Throughout the meal, Robert chatted with her in a complete naturalness that only seemed to highlight the anticipation of the utter taboo to come later. Any eavesdroppers would have heard them discussing her school life, favourite TV programmes and memories of holidays they had each had. Robert's tone was that of a friendly Uncle, and Hannah's that of a normal little girl. Only a psychologically-trained observer - or an experienced pedo - might have noticed a little nervousness or solemnity in her demeanour. Even that would not have been proof of anything, though. In moments when it was safe to do so, Robert passed flirtatious or suggestive comments, much as an adult couple might do when building up to sex which they both knew would happen.

"You're looking gorgeous tonight." That brought a shy smile.

"I love your hair." He reached over to touch some by her ear. It brought a more coy smile.

"You've got beautiful eyes, princess." They were brown. She chuckled a little and kind of squirmed, hugging herself.

"You've got such a lovely little mouth, Hannah." She gave a brief, wary kind of smile.

"You look good enough to eat," he said softly, leaning over to her. That brought her least convincing smile.

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At 10pm they retired to the room. It was at the end of a corridor, which meant Robert only had to worry about one adjoining wall through which somebody might hear the sounds of man-child sex in the night. For an hour or so, they sat around idly and Robert tried to build a casual but affectionate atmosphere. They watched TV, clothed and sitting side by side on the big bed. The two child's beds, in this 'family room', would not be needed tonight. During this spell, Robert at first merely cuddled her, groped her little shoulder and pressed his big adult thigh on hers. Gradually he progressed to kissing her, slowly and exploratory around her face to begin with. He held her by her ponytail, guiding her head, as he worked his tongue in her mouth. She knew the routine and reciprocated in her meek but game way. Slowly but surely Robert progressed to feeling up her skirt: exploring her super-soft thighs, then working his way inside the flimsy knicker-cotton.

The delicate but relentless probing of his man-fingers at her little vulva was the signal for the start of sex-proper, and Hannah's sweet eyes showed her acceptance of the avalanche of the inevitable. Robert sent her off to clean her teeth for the night and, when she returned, he made a gleeful little 'event' of their undressing. He decided on letting Hannah do it herself, so as to enjoy watching the revelation of naked preteen body, always one of the wonders of nature: female yet not, designed for fucking and yet not ready for it. The slight puppy-fattiness of her thighs and hips, and the forward tilt of her narrow hips and perky roundness of her arse suggested readiness, whilst the baldness and smallness of her puffy slit and the flatness of her tender chest suggested her non-readiness. Yet she'd done it many times before - rather, had it done 'to her' - and she would do it tonight. For Robert, tonight, nothing less than full unprotected penetration of her vagina would do. The overall setting and build-up demanded it, as it's what any dating couples do in a hotel room.

He did not attempt fucking right away, not only to give her time but also because there was much to enjoy beforehand. He clutched and stoked her almost neutral torso in every way he could think of, with particular interest in her chest, hips and bottom. He squeezed her buttocks individually - easily containable in one hand - and also clutched her arse as a whole, savouring the soft twin buns of its structure. One hand was also sufficient to do this, although a little bit of sliding was necessary to appreciate the context of her pelvis. He finger-fucked her arse, savouring how the narrow passage closed up tight yet dry and soft. All this whilst kissing her mouth, face and neck. The delight of it all was enhanced by letting her hair out and playing with it.

He then moved on to a thorough oral molesting of her, casting off the covers and cavorting naked with her conspicuously small-sized body, like a man with a flesh-doll. God only knew how taboo and erotic this must feel with one as young as 7, which was what Simon and Sean were getting tonight elsewhere apparently. He sucked her 'tits' - not that she had any - at length, one then the other. Most of all, he sucked the fruit of her girlhood, moulding his mouth to the shape of her little plum of genital flesh. His tongue-tip traced her slit, and probed with precision to gain her opening such as it was. Hannah was panting by now, whether in nerves at her increasing violation or in genuine arousal it was hard to tell. Sean insisted she could get mini-orgasms if you patient enough. Robert could not be bothered to stick with one place for too long, though, and ventured onward to licking her arse. For this, he had her lay on her side, and then on her face with bum stuck in the air a li ttle.

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It was round about midnight when he brought the 'date' to its first climax. He lubed up her vagina diligently, and had Hannah do the same to his erect penis, first by sucking it a little and then smothering it with jelly by hand.

"It's okay," he said, as he manoeuvred his adult frame on her, "I'm not going to be rough."

"Ahh!" She winced, as his the tip of his shaft nestled into her outer labia.

Hannah's smooth, soft little legs were splayed out wide beneath Robert's hips as she lay on her back. He rested his weight on his elbows, beside her ears, her pretty little face at his hairy chest. He used his thighs to part her more, and he shuffled to re-attempt the entering of her 10-year-old body. She raised her knees, seemingly to assist, but looking nervous as she readied herself for rape.

"Good girl, good girl," Robert gasped. He was already extremely aroused by all the kissing and touching.

With a bit of help from his hand, his cock pinpointed her target. It was akin to the fiddly placing of the point of a screw on a tiny hole, having to balance it precisely in at the end of the screw-driver until the first few threads of entry were underway. He pushed slowly and hard, and there was resistance but progress around the foreskin at the head of his cock, coupled with moans from Hannah. He decided not to stop, but continued a cautious invasion. Now the 'screw' was securely in and he was away. She grimaced and gasped, but did not cry. Robert panted with the sheer erotic concept of it as well as the raw pleasure, and stroked her head sensuously. She was too short to kiss, but he could see her meek and slightly pained face beneath him.

This was of course the 'danger-point', in terms of anybody in the adjoining room hearing it. Hannah let out the odd little squeak, and just enough speed and force was built up to make the mattress scrunch audibly. It was no violent adult-fuck, though, and the sounds were be unlikely to carry beyond the room. After only 20 little thrusts at most, the sinews of her immature vagina being so sensational and tight, Robert ejaculated.

"Aghhhh," he growled, trying not to be too loud. "Ughhhhhh." He tensed and quivered over her, frowning in ecstasy.

His cock pulsed exquisitely, channelling its continuous thick payload into the tender crotch of sexy little preteen bitch vagina. Hannah moaned, as she felt the warm filling-up inside her or maybe just the shifting and throbbing of his shaft causing a raised degree of pain. Robert extracted himself, after letting the last twitches inside his shaft ebb away. With both hands, caring and appreciatively around her head, he rolled off next to her with a few sighs. Hannah stayed as she was, letting her legs close to just a little for comfort. It seemed so strange, so wrong yet so right, so shocking yet so wonderful, to lay beside a naked fucked child. And a willing one at that.

As for the night ahead, Robert really had no idea how many times or in what holes he would fuck her again, only that he certainly would.

The End

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