Sean, 37-year-old career-paedophile, was ravenous.

His Hannah, perhaps the best and sexiest little subject of his life, had gone for good. He had abused her pre-pubescent arse - and the rest of her - for the best part of 2 years, but now she had moved on to start a new life with her Mum - and a new paedophile. Some girls were just 'meant' for molesting, and Hannah had that look, and that destiny. She'd be 11 soon, and Sean wondered how her tits were coming along, and how often she was being vaginally penetrated by the new man in her life. Now, though, Sean had moved in with a new woman - ironically called Hannah - who had a daughter: 'Simone', 8 years old.

It was the most common age for a paedophiles' victims, apparently, and it was easy to understand why. Simone had complete innocence and a sexy face like Hannah. She was kind of more 'sweet' than Hannah, though, an effect given partly by a sprinkling of nose freckles. She was blonde, unlike Hannah's mousy-brown, her strands in various natural shades from light gold to dark straw. They hung straight down over her shoulders from a slightly off-centre parting, occasionally with some tucked behind her ear. Her eyes were a less clear blue than Hannah's, and topped with exquisitely fine brows. Her mouth was less naturally sensual than Hannah's with finer and less rosy lips, but tremendously cute nonetheless, especially when she give one of her Mona Lisa-ish half smiles. There was no sign of breasts yet, and she had a nice bottom, if anything a little perkier and bigger than Hannah's at that age.

Sean was faced with the task of starting from square one, in turning this very normal child into one who regularly experienced the most hardcore of acts. It was both the challenge and the thrill of it, though, being instrumental in the child's gradual descent into depravity from the first borderline touches onward. The skill was in grading the abuse at a pace she could adjust to. He had done it magnificently with Hannah, but he suspected Simone would not be quite as naturally corruptible. She would be the type who would grow up to marry at 25 or something, and have a pretty average and respectable sex life, whereas Hannah might have become a promiscuous young thing even without Sean's help. Only difference is, it would have happened at about 15 instead of age 9.

Anyway, tonight had presented him with a chance to get started on Simone, after knowing her only for about 3 weeks. Her mother had gone out for a long Friday night with some friends, leaving Sean in charge. Simone's new lifestyle was sealed, though she didn't know it yet, and certainly had no choice in it.

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"Hey, what's this, then?" inquired Sean.

At 9.30 pm, Simone was in her pink cotton pajamas - and nothing else - groveling on the carpet in her bedroom, playing with her Ipad. He hovered over her sweet head, palpitating with desire for her little form. Christ, the sight of a crouching little girl was always just too much. He knelt beside her.

"Oh, just a city-building game," she said, with a smile.

"Cool, show me how it works."

As she showed him, Sean rested his hand on her back, rubbing her delicate spine. It wasn't the first touch of the evening by any means, as he'd had her sitting on his lap earlier whilst tickling her chest and growing a boner under her soft little rump. She seemed to have sensed a vague weirdness about that, but reacted to him completely normally again now. Sean edged his hand down the back of her pajama bottoms, and kept it there. The 8-year-old did not object, but her face flickered in awareness of the trespass. He fanned his fingers out over her buttock flesh, trailing the middle one in the crack, and found he could pretty much encompass her whole arse between little finger and thumb.

She shuffled away after a bit, and gave her waistband a tug of adjustment. Sean gave it a few more minutes before delving in again. It was a matter of seizing a moment when she was in a convenient position and stationary. A lovely warm little arse it was, definitely a little fleshier than Hannah's used to be, and Sean slid his groping hand from side to side across its smoothness, taking in the little valley. From now on, he felt he owned it, and it was his to touch and ultimately much worse. She moved away once again, giving an unsettled little look. Sean deflected the moment by asking her more about her Ipad.

Then, several minutes later, he was in again, fondling child-bottom. She giggled and wriggled away. "Hey, stay there," said Sean, calmly.

"What are you doing?" she asked, chuckling innocently. "You keep putting your hand on my bum."

"I know. It's a nice bum." He smiled.

"Why??"

"Because it is. Come here."

He pulled her to him, holding her in squatting position with his free arm around her torso, and slipped his hand back into her anal territory. Part of him yelled at him he was a pervert, loud and clear, but another part yelled it was the most natural thing in the world to lust for such a fresh-smelling young specimen of female-kind. The very smallness of everything - bum, height, cute face - was a craving.

"It's rude," she squirmed.

"Only if I say it is."

He edged an invasive middle finger upwards, and she squirmed again. He kept edging, until he felt his finger-tip going beyond the mere snugness of crack-flesh and into the tight resistance of her 8-year-old shit-hole.

"Aiee!" she winced.

"Shhh." He kept pushing, until he felt his finger pass through the clenching hole into the warmth of her rectum.

"Ahhh!" she yelped.

He ignored her as he finger-sodomized her for a half a minute, not violently, but she squirmed around and moaned about it. When her winces and gasps of distress seemed a bit much he pulled out.

"Okay, damnit, something I need to do," said Sean. He guided Simone to the edge of the bed, a puzzled expression on her face.

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Obeying instruction meekly if questioningly, Simone lay sprawled front-down over the end of the bed. Sean yanked her pajama bottoms down to her ankles. He had to catch his breath at the sight of her bare white buttocks, but not only that - the half-view of hairless little vulva beneath them.

"It's okay," he chirped, as he removed his trousers and underwear, "just something I need to do, and you're going to help me, sweetie."

"What?" she asked.

Sean 'answered' by kneeling in behind her and pressing his balls and erect penis against her butt. At one time he used to think this was an original idea of his, but he'd since learnt it was as old as the hills as a way for adults to enjoy 'sex' with children. It was easy to see why: convenient, harmless, but beautifully sensual and perverse. He clutched her tender sides up inside her pajama top and settled into a rhythm of heaving the underside of his shaft against her bum-crack.

"What are you doing?" She looked weirdly fascinated as well as anxious.

"It's a medical thing," gasped Sean, contemplating his excuses as he went on. "I've gotto get something out of my body, and you're helping."

"Oh, what-uh-do you mean?" She spoke as he jostled her.

"You'll see..." He grasped her higher up her sides, gaining more leverage and thrust. "Medical stuff is confidential, though... yeah? You know-ughh-about doctors, yeah?"

"I think."

"That it has to be kept-ughh-private. So, you can't tell anyone about-eughh-this?"

"Yes. Why are you... bumping... me... on my... bum... why are you... making... funny noises?"

"Never mind. Shushh..."

Sean accelerated to his climax, banging on the rear end of her exquisite 8-year-old body to the borderline of force what would hurt her. "Ahhh!" she gasped.

"Hold still," Sean hissed, urgently.

He pressed her blonde head firmly but not violently sideways down into the mattress, and with his other hand quickly pointed his ejaculating prick directly into her crack. It looked huge in comparison. Some of his first jet escaped up her back, but the rest pumped into her sexy little crevasse. Sean pressed harder as he emptied, perhaps forcing her sphincter partially open for an instant, but his cockhead was mainly just kind of embedded 'on' it.

"Oww!" she moaned.

"It's okay, finished."

"Ughh, what's that wet??" she asked in consternation.

He stroked her hair and rubbed her dainty hip, as he recovered. "Go to the bathroom and have a good clean down there, okay?"

"Okay."

He pulled away, leaving the mess of the ambiguous buggery in her crack. "You might see white stuff, but don't worry. That's what came out of me. I'm okay now. Thank you, sweetie."

"Okay." She looked so cutely perturbed, but curious.

"Remember. Secret. Confidential."

"Yes."

"Or else you'll be in a lot of trouble."

"Okay."

Christ, that was cavalier this time, reflected Sean after she'd gone. She'd stay quiet for now, but he'd have to play this one day by day. He wasn't yet at the stage when he knew if her mother would collude, or at least turn a blind eye. But it was a good start. Another child to notch among his so-called victims. Maybe full nudity next, and showing her the pleasure of being cunt-licked. Or maybe he could build on her curiosity about an ejaculating cock.

Sean was ravenous.

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Feedback and discussion welcome on this, here or to the above email, especially if you'd like to find out more of what happens with this new girl in Sean's life. I'm planning only 10 episodes at most, though. Nobody compares to his former Hannah.