Sean's cock lengthened and thickened, just as it always did in the warm sucking young mouth of Hannah. He lay sprawled naked along the sofa, one leg dangling on the floor and the other over the far end, and his head resting nicely on the arm. In her nudity, the 10-year-old did her work one last time, kneeling on the floor with her face buried in Sean's crotch. Her sleek brown hair tickled his hips and belly, and he stroked her head casually, closing his eyes in contemplation of the moment and of their history. He had kissed her and licked her above and below, in a leisurely hour on the floor, groping and frolicking and talking of times past. It hadn't seemed right to take her anally on this farewell session, although God knows he always wanted to. And a vaginal fuck would feel too emotional, so he opted for this: it lent a nice feeling of being 'serviced', was satisfyingly obscene, but it gave Hannah control which seemed only right since it was her goodbye gift.

These days she not only bobbed purposefully, but also moved her neck around to various sensual angles, and even now her brown eyes carried innocence in their depraved concentration. "Nice, Hannah," said Sean.

Her response was to raise those eyes to him for a second, carrying on uninterrupted. Her lips slipped repeatedly to the end of his shaft, occasionally leaving it completely with a 'slop', before enclosing it like a small damp vagina once more.

"How's your mouth now?" asked Sean. There was just a faint trace of purple-green bruise along her left jaw.

She slupped off his penis. "It's okay." She re-engaged.

Sean closed his eyes again, panting slowly. "Okay, go... go," he said.

Hannah sped up her rhythm, at an amazingly judged rate of acceleration, until her soft and beautiful preteen mouth was veritably 'raking' up and down his length. Sean's hips began to buck, but he let go of Hannah's head to allow her to ride with the motion. Gone were the days when this child needed to be coerced into staying on an exploding cock. Her eyes squinted in concentration, whilst Sean grunted, as his tingling hot stream gushed up into her throat. After a couple of swallows, she retracted - not because she could not take it, but because she understood Sean liked to see his last split-splatters hitting her open mouth . She pulled away, with a respectful smile, a rope of cum hanging from her chin. She wiped her lips, grimacing good-naturedly as she swallowed again to clear her mouth sufficiently for speech.

"Was that okay?" she said.

"You're an expert, sweetie-pie."

Thus finished their last carnal moment. It was hard to know if Hannah was just happy that their time together was over, after 2 years with the man who had taken her childhood and turned her into a reluctant but fast-learning sex kitten. Sean liked to think her mild and smiling attitude today was because the parting was a kind of sweet sorrow for her too. 30 minutes later, 8.30 pm, new step-dad Dan and Mom Michelle were at the door as agreed. The engine of his car was running at the end of the path. Hannah was dressed and ready, although maybe tactful enough not to seem in a hurry to get out. Sean shook Dan's hand and gave him a nod.

"Take good care of her," he said, brusquely.

"Oh, I will," said Dan.

"See ya, then, my ex-beloved," said Sean to Michelle.

"Yep, see ya. Be good." They gave each other a kiss on the cheek.

Dan and Michelle returned to the car, leaving Hannah with Sean.

"Come here," said Sean. Hannah stood before him at chest height, not the child he'd first met, but now with an aura of particularly carnal puberty. He took her head in his hands and planted two kisses on her forehead. "You excellent little slut."

She giggled reservedly, not sure how best to accept the compliment.

"Be good, won't you?"

"Yes," she said.

"Goodbye, then. I enjoyed knowing you."

"Goodbye. You too."

After the door was closed and the sound of the engine faded away up the road, Sean leaned his head on the wall. "Shit, you getting sentimental in your old age, man?" he asked himself.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the lithe 11-year-old Asian form of Mia watching him. A lodger with a difference. She'd stayed out of the way as requested until Hannah was gone, although they both knew of each other.

"What are YOU waiting for?" Sean said. "Go on, quick, now, move, get up there. We're gonna have a good fuck."

"Now?"

"Yes, yes, now. Go."

She ambled to the staircase. "You fuck me doggy?" she said with that inane grin, her English not improving at all fast.

"I don't know, I don't know yet. Go!" He flapped her away. "Get ready. I'll be up soon. Sheeeks."

He sighed, and moped downstairs for a while longer.

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Three weeks into the American adventure, and things were going fine. Simon had been established in the role of 'coach' to 12-year-old Amy, although at times it was debatable who was coaching whom. She seemed like a stereotype, golden American beauty cheerleader kid to Simon, although she had hardly ever done cheer-leading and most American kids probably didn't have sex so young. His favorite things were sucking on her tweenie breasts - had they grown a bit more in that time? - licking her arse, or 'ass', and working on sodomy with her. That is not to say he didn't enjoy her pouting, sometimes frowning efforts at screwing down on him from atop. She insisted on vaginal penetration this way only, and Simon was getting a little impatient about passively laying there, but hopefully she would branch out soon and trust him to fuck her in a more manly way.

A few days ago he got his first shot with Gloria, the formidable first lady of their happy little tribe. He had waited for her to make the move, and took a quiet satisfaction when she did. The bitch had made him wait just long enough for him to think she might not bother with him, but when it came it was sensational.

"Are you sure you can handle me?" she said.

"A man can only try," said Simon, pretending sarcasm but in reality doubting himself.

Clothed, she was a picture of class and elite call-girl authority. Naked, she was mind-blowing. Her 33-year-old figure was an hour-glass with ample tits, strong thighs and a chunky 'ass', and her deep tan was broken only by a slight bikini-line top and bottom. Her cunt was trimmed, on this occasion at any rate. Her tit-length hair was its natural black-as-a-panther color that day, although often dyed burgundy. They did 'everything', Gloria evidently competing to see if she could outlast him through the night: she won, as Simon declared himself 'signed off' at 3.30 am. There were two things that stuck in the memory: the sheer, slimy avalanche of fluid her cunt put over and in his mouth; a missionary-fuck that clunked the motel bed and had them grunting and screaming at each other, with she narrowly 'out-fucking' him.

"Come on, I won't break," she said at one point.

When Simon awoke at 10 am, she was already out there at the camper van previewing the day's itinery, and looking immaculate. All she ever said about the night was that it was 'not bad'. Anyway, Simon still preferred child-sex.

The plain but cute Fiona was jealous at first, as predicted of the hormonal 14-year-old, believing Simon enjoyed sex much more with Amy. That was only partly true. Anyway, she got over it and settled into a 3-way clique with the somewhat enigmatic and promiscuous 11-year-old Mandy and the least good-looking woman of the entourage, Debbie. They were working on putting a live lesbian show together for some paying clients in a few weeks. Their varied bodies - a tanned preteen one, a pale and nicely budding one, and a borderline chubby 29-year-old one - would look amazing together. 'Trucker Dave', Debbie's husband, seemed to divide his time between enjoying the services of Mandy and bum-fucking Fiona. The latter was getting a bit irritated at his pesterings for this - he did tend to go about it without any bonding with her - and this was the only real source of tension in the group so far.

Well, unless you count the anxiety of 18-carat little Elise, in the lead-up to the first paying client she had been lined up for. Gloria had chosen this man, knew him well, and deemed him to be 'safe and sensible'. Also, they had been preparing the 9-year-old for the event in a low-key way, bit by bit. She had watched her own Dad, Dave, having sex with Mandy and enjoying it. More to the point, seeing how Mandy enjoyed it, and not just the cunt-licking. Amy took on a bit of a mentoring role with her, constantly telling her that she too was nervous before a 'new man'. Some 'real' practice was essential, though, and to be relevant this meant a man. Jim, the gentlemanly and amiable partner of Gloria, was just the man for the job. The 37-year-old showed no reluctance, erasing a fear of Simon that he might baulk at the prospect of one so young. He was always understated about his opinions, that's all, and Simon soon recognized that look of pedosexual desire he'd seen in so many guys' eyes. It was unique: a mixture of beastly lust with sweet empathy for the child to be 'abused'.

Well, Jim gave her thrice-weekly cunnilingus-with-ass-licking, rounding it off by coaxing her to wank his cock to ejaculation. He also gave her a once-weekly mouth-fuck. The first two of these were done with a supportive Mom and Amy watching. The last was done overnight in bed with Jim. On none of the times did he make her swallow it, although she had forced to once by Simon in England. Everybody agreed that Elise would be 'okay', and the meet was imminent. They decided not to try her with any penetration, as the pain of it lingered in her memory from England: good old Sean. Simon, for the life of him, couldn't remember why he'd allowed that 'Robert Saint' guy to be Elise's first anal fuck back in England. He never got the chance after that, having settled generously for her mouth. Well, he had now been promised a night with her 'about a week after the client'. He was determined to bugger her, whether the others okayed it or not. The rules of any such transgression in the group were not cut and dried. He could always threaten Elise to keep quiet about it, in the time-honored way of pedophilia anywhere. She was delightful. It doesn't get better than putting your huge stiffy in in the arse of a skinny, pretty 9-year-old girl.

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Next... the final episode! We see what happens with the adult American client and the timid but beautiful little English Elise, and get a glimpse into how Hannah's new life with Dan might turn out. Also, what new start will Sean make now that Hannah is gone? Will an 11yo Asian child-whore be enough for him?