They have a saying, don't they, the Yanks? mused Simon. 'Life can turn on a dime'. This had certainly turned out to be true for him, Dave and Debbie, and the latter's 9-year-old daughter, Elise. On a cool, fresh March day, the little English entourage of iniquity rendevouzed with an entourage of even greater iniquity at a quiet beauty spot on the Massachusetts seaboard, some miles south of Boston. The Yanks' camper van, exactly as described, was parked there waiting, although Simon and co were on time in theirs.

The 33-year-old Gloria was everything Simon expected: beautiful with healthy tan, strong-smiling, wearing a fine jacket and black trousers, and an top-quality curvaceous figure which presented plenty to get hold of above and below. Simon sincerely hoped he would get to fuck her now and then, in between his priorities of child-sex. He could tell that she could immediately tell he was sizing her up.

"You'll get periodic 'benefits' with me," she said, with introductions all-round barely finished. "You'll understand I'm busy in that way, though, so don't pester me. Once every two weeks maybe."

"Fine," said Simon. Well, she may have been slapping him down right away, aware of his reputation, but presumably it also meant she found him attractive, physically at least.

He was better-looking than her Jim, for sure, although he was ok. He cut a neat and business-like figure, in good shape at 37. He came across as mild and caring, despite evidently believing wholeheartedly in child-sex, and was quiet. There was no doubt as to who was 'president' of this little outfit: a Sarah Palin with brains, and without the self-righteous hypocrisy.

Now, then, the two kids...

Mandy, the 11-year-old, grabbed Simon right where it aches. 'Sex' was written all over her face, a kind of 25-year-old slut persona inside a child body, and you could tell she was Gloria's flesh and blood. She had past shoulder-length mousy hair, with a simple but cute side-parting framing a face of perfect bone structure and very 'American' grinning eyes. Her image was less classy than her Mom, but maybe she made the effort when called upon. Blue tights under a denim skirt as short as legally acceptable covered her slender legs, and pinky-white striped T shirt revealed skinny well-tanned arms. She looked at Simon with a smirk that carried defiance and flirtation combined when they greeted each other, and he decided he would like nothing more than to arse-shaft this kid before the day was over.

The 12-year-old Amy, the less-sexed one, was actually more beautiful than her step-sis. She didn't have the same charisma, however, every so often trying to do the 'strong pouty' look but kind of faking it. She had one of those cute Alice bands holding down blonde hair to half way down her back, and a skimpy pink-blue vest revealed a skinny golden torso with a bit of tit to it. She also had a short denim skirt, but no tights, and by rights the sight of her bare pubescent legs ought to have made Simon drool for underage ravaging right away. To be sure, he wanted her and hoped he would get her before long, but he decided Mandy was 'his type'.

They didn't stand on formalities, this family, and after getting lunch at a roadside snack bar they began 'talking shop'.

"So," said Gloria, "who wants to make friends with who at the motel tonight?"

Everybody looked at everybody, smiling cautiously. "I'm happy with my Fiona," said Debbie, surprisingly latching on to the meaning the quickest. Fiona smiled tamely, at 14 her head full of American adventure but wariness of the new companions.

"Okay, that's a done deal," said Gloria. "Mandy, how do you feel about giving Dave a good time?"

Dave nearly choked on his sandwich. "Uh huh," said the child, not breaking off from straw-sucking a carton of drink, but her eyes fixed nonchalantly on Dave like she was looking at nothing more interesting than a passing juggernaut.

"Okay with you, Dave?" asked Gloria.

"W-well, yes. Yes," he said. Simon bit his lip.

"Amy," said Jim to his daughter. "You said you wanted to do your first stranger, didn't you?"

"Uh huh," said the child, imitating her step-sis.

"Okay, Amy," said Gloria. "I think you two can have a night together. Show Simon the things we've been working on, eh?"

Amy nodded, looking at Simon with a mixture of fascination and trepidation for the tough 38-year-old Englishman. She melted a bit, not possessing Mandy's coolness, and gave him a brief coy smile.

'Okay, okay,' thought Simon to himself, 'this is okay for a start. Very okay. I'll show YOU what it's all about, tonight, Miss Amy.'

"She is just precious," purred Gloria sweetly to Dave and Debbie. They turned to 9-year-old Elise, who was listening to all the exchanges half-comprehending, and always very quiet until she got to know folk. "She'll make an absolute killing. No hurry, though, and I promise we'll ease her in carefully."

"Okay," said Debbie. "She's been 'done' in England, though, you know?"

"Yes, but I've got an idea how to start her in the business. We'll talk about it later."

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Back in the England meanwhile, Sean was perfectly happy with his low-key 'interim' spell. Mia, the beanpole-bodied 11-year-old Malaysian... Indonesian... Polynesian... whatever the hell you wanted to call her, represented 'safe sex' if ever there was. This didn't mean using a condom, of course, but just the safety of the situation. She'd be telling no-one, and there was nobody else attached to her in England who would tell. She had taken on the status of a lodger-come-tourist-come-girlfriend-come-whore now to the 35-year-old Sean. He even took her out some days to see places and, hell, he even went along with her to the post office to help her mail the money she'd made from her body to her family in Java. It wasn't a lot, not from Sean at any rate, who could afford to feed her but little else. There was hardly a day when he didn't cream her cunt, mouth or face.

Robert Saint, small-business owner, was a useful acquaintance. He was reliable, and Sean invited him round twice a week to 'see' Mia. She seemed to like him, perhaps because he was generous with money, and because he treated her like a lady more than the scrawny child-prostitute she in reality was. For Robert, who was looking portly but happy and healthy these days, the situation was just fine too. He did not want to take any further risks in the world of pedophilia, happy that he'd now got his life's wish of sex with children as pretty as Hannah and Jessica, and now had this exotic and willing Asian regular. His sessions of choice were the 'fuck-on-chair' which Mia was so good at, and good, deep and sticky blow-jobs, always after a nice long licking of her cunt.

Sean's now 'ex', Michelle, had moved in with Dan, taking 10-year-old Hannah with her. She loved her daughter so much, that she wanted a better life for her with the well-off teacher, and she loved Dan so much that she was totally happy for him to be the cross-generational lover of Hannah. There was no need for cynicism, though, mused Sean. They all deserved each other. They would be gone to idyllic Scotland in less than a week, not before an amicable farewell party. Nobody knew how the old Bill Smith was doing in Asia, and God only knew how his wretched young Abigail would turn out here. It seemed obvious to Sean that her choice was simple: learn to embrace the fact that men are more important and that sex was just a dirty but fun thing you do at any age, or be a sorry little fucked-up victim floundering for a 'rehabilitation' that would never come. As for little sex-Queen Jessica, at 7 you could already tell that she might be alright, if she didn't come across too many bad t ypes from now on. Anthony would be good for her, and hopefully could nurture her well.

6-year-old Camelia - or was it 7 now? - and 23-year-old Mom Esther... well, of those Sean had received one simple text from the Danes, presumably after they had had their fill of the pair.

'C&E sold to the Russians for the movies'.

Shit. The kid would be absolutely put through the grinder, generating CP vids one after another with Christ knows how many different unsentimental Ruskie men. Her middle-eastern complexion and black hair would be a draw, semen incredibly photogenic on it, as would the mother-dau potential. It was surprising Esther would have agreed to it, but she may have been tricked, or in her 'smart' way might have reckoned big money in it. Either way, she was tricked, silly bitch. They might not even be kept together, some rich Arab wanting Esther for a concubine, and if that happened the kid's life wasn't worth squat. 'Snuff' videos sprung to mind.

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Rarely had Simon been so tamed by a child, if you can call a 12-year-old that. She had what could pass as breasts, and a bit of blonde fuzz around her fuck-hole. Simon's penis was in it now, appreciative and stiff. He lay on his back on the bed of the motel room, surprised by how he enjoyed letting a kid take the lead. Amy squatted around his crotch, resting her hands on his chest as she looked down on her fucking. She went slow and lacked rhythm, sometimes twitching in discomfort, but it felt tight and good for Simon. She was not a virgin - her Dad had been there - but a 12-year-old cunt is a 12-year-old cunt. With her headband off, her blonde hair dangled close to Simon's face and he twiddled it lazily.

"Yours is bigger," Amy gasped, matter-of-fact.

"Oh, my, don't tell Daddy that," joked Simon.

"Why?"

"Men can get upset."

"Oh." Her American accent was so sweet, definitely part of the appeal. "And if I suck you later, you'll be the only one I've done apart from my Dad."

"If?" said Simon. "Well, I spent all that time licking you, so you owe me, right? That's how it works."

"I know, just sayin'. I can't... uh... wait, actually."

"Sorry, did I hurt you then? It's difficult for a guy not to shove."

"I know that. It's... uh... okay, I can do this."

"Nice tits," said Simon, reaching up to clasp them.

"Ha, thanks. I haven't had them long."

Simon spluttered a laugh. "Anything else I don't know?"

"Pardon?"

"Never mind."

"Are you gonna lick my ass later?" asked Amy. Damn, will have to get used to being in the 'ass' part of the world, Simon mused. Not 'arse' anymore.

"Why? You want me to?"

"Gloria said you would probably want to."

"Gloria was right," said Simon.

"Ha, cool. Okay."

"Durrghhhh! Ahhhh!" gasped Simon. He took a tight hold of Amy's petite hips, to stop her bobbing and hold her firm on his ejaculation.

"Oh, you're done!" she chirped, flinching a little on the depth of penetration - about half his 7 inch erection.

"Yah, well still... doing, actually. Ooooo, shit..."

"Is it okay?"

"It's fucking great, yes," he said, simply. "Don't worry, I swear a lot if I'm 'not' annoyed."

"I understand that. Gloria is the same, and Mandy. My Dad doesn't swear much, though."

"He's a good guy. So, princess, do you..."

"Woww, that's a lot, and I can really feel it now." She was lifting herself off, watching the semen spilling out over her sparsely-haired vulva.

"What you expect, princess?" Simon took a double-hand hold of her arse - 'ass' - its breadth exaggerated by her posture, and he sank his fingers into her warm, open crack. "So, do you keep it nice and clean."

"My ass?"

"Yes, your 'ass'."

"Of course." She blushed. "It's sexual etiquette to keep clean there."

"Wow, that's a good phrase."

"But I would keep clean anyway."

"Okay, princess, I'm sure."

"I like your accent, by the way," she said, smiling coyly.

"Thanks. You too." Simon flapped his hands idly on her buttocks in an alternating rhythm. "You know what? I think I like you better than your step-sis. A real 'American beauty', you are."

"Haha, thank you." She grinned bashfully. "And, you're like James Bond!"

"Ha! Well thanks, princess. And James Bond loves sex, y'know?"

He turned to the bedside clock: 11.30pm. Gloria and Jim had warned him she tends to fall asleep by 2am. He made a mental checklist: arse-lick... blowjob... and fucking her golden puppy body in doggy position would not go amiss.

Now, how was Dave getting on with that Mandy? And Fiona would probably be insecure and jealous until she got used to the idea of all this sharing. Maybe be the cure would be a 3-some with Amy and himself. Most of all, though, Simon was fascinated to see what would develop from a cyber-advert Gloria had put out there to several of her most trusted clients, with the agreement of Dave and Debbie:

• 9yo (nine).
• slightly-built.
• middle-class English.
• sweet and shy.
• blonde, fair-skin.
• novice.
• $5,000 all-night love-in (all acts inclusive).
• $500 per hole-fuck in 3hr session.
• $500 total for non-penetrative session.

respond ASAP.

The End

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If anybody feels creative, and wants to put themselves in the place of one of those clients who might respond to the above, please sketch you response here in review or to my email. Include any questions you have, if any, and express yourself any way you like in character. Any I receive before the posting of the next episode will go into it!