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 Author: David Stephens
Title: All About Eve
Part: Chapter 2
Keywords: FF/g, inc, pedo



   All About Eve - Chapter 2

   by David Stephens

   When Christa called at the Fleming house on the following day, she could
hardly contain her excitement, even though at the same time she was
dry-mouthed with anxiety.  How would Maddie respond to what she meant to
ask her?  Would she be delighted or disdainful?  She almost turned back but
knew that she had to go on, whatever happened.  It went very easily at
first.  Although she and Maddie were not particularly close friends,
despite the closeness of their young daughters, she was readily welcomed
into the Fleming living-room.

   "Do sit down, Christa," said Maddie with a smile.  "I'll get us both a
coffee and we can have a nice chat." In fact, on the previous day she had
noticed her neighbour watching as the Rowsons left, and assumed that her
visit was related to the appearance of Evie at the door.  Had she come to
complain about the 6-year-old's indecency, as appeared likely, or was there
another reason for her noticeable restiveness?

   If Christa was intending to make a complaint, thought Maddie, she was
taking her time about it.  They chatted for a while about nothing in
particular, until Christa made a determined effort to get to the point of
her visit.

   "I happened to see Evie yesterday, when your visitors left," she said,
feeling suddenly dry-mouthed again.

   "Yes, it was naughty of her to come to the door when she was dressed
like that," said Maddie quickly, before her friend could continue.  "I hope
you weren't offended?  I don't suppose a good mum should let her 6-year-old
wear such improper stuff, but ..."

   "Oh, I wasn't offended at all!" interrupted Christa.  "Quite the
opposite, in fact.  I thought Evie looked very nice indeed.  Well, that's a
pretty inadequate way of putting it - she looked very attractive indeed!"

   She was painfully aware that she was finding it difficult to express her
real feelings, but luckily her friend was able to help her out.

   "Sexually attractive, you mean?" suggested Maddie, trying by the tone of
her voice to let Christa know that a positive response would be welcomed.

   "I suppose I do, if the truth be told.  Though I'm not sure I should be
admitting as much, particularly to you!  She is only a child, after all."

   "There should be no age limit to the objects of our desire, in my
opinion.  I have no qualms about admitting to you that Rob and I are
sexually attracted to your Tammy.  Such a hot little girl!"

   "Thank you!" said Christa, before blushingly coming to a halt as she
realized that her response was not exactly that which most mothers would
have given.

   Maddie laughed.  "We both know that little girls like Tammy and Evie are
very desirable, though it's not wise to say that openly.  Dressing them up
like sluts makes them even more desirable, wouldn't you say, judging by
what Evie looked like yesterday?"

   "I cant deny that," said Christa quietly, "even though having such
feelings for little girls goes against everything I once believed.  I just
had to come across and ask you where you got those clothes for Evie - I'd
love to dress Tammy in something like that!"

   "Should an upstanding member of this community really want to dress up
her 5-year-old daughter like a slut, so that she can drool over her in a
positively lecherous manner?"

   "Probably not!  I don't care about that, though.  I can't get the image
of Tammy in indecently revealing clothes out of my mind, and I don't really
want to!"

   "You're well on your way to becoming a pedo mom, it would appear,
Christa, and that is something to be extremely proud of.  Your life changes
totally when you recognize that little girls like ours are absolutely
sexually desirable, and accept that fact without any shame at all. 
Dressing them up in slutty clothing is hugely enjoyable and arousing for us
and for them as well.  Add in lots of wet kisses and fondling of their
lovely bodies and we're on the way to heaven."

   Maddie thought it prudent not to mention the many other lewd acts that
she and Rob had imagined performing on, and with, Evie and Tammy.  Christa
wasn't ready for that, and indeed was already looking somewhat doubtful.

   "Dressing the girls up in revealing clothing is one thing, Maddie, but
surely when you talk about fondling them that's a kind of sexual abuse,
isn't it?"

   "What's wrong with that?" said Maddie, smiling at the naivety, to her,
of her friend's words.  "You'll come to understand, I hope, that child
sexual abuse, so-called, is a wonderful thing when it takes place in a
loving family environment.  As far as I can see, a happy childhood is much
more likely if the child in question has a sexually-fulfilling relationship
with his or her parents."

   Christa continued to look doubtful.  "You may be right, Maddie, I don't
know.  I'm only just getting used to wanting to see the girls in sexy
clothes!"

   Maddie knew herself to be a stronger character than her friend, and was
confident that she could lead her towards a more intimate relationship with
Tammy than she was apparently considering at the moment.  First things
first, though, she thought, returning to Christa's question about Evie's
slut-wear.

   "Talking of sexy clothes, you were asking me about Evie's.  I bought
them from an online company called `Babyslut Designs'.  They have lots of
good stuff which would be perfect for Tammy, as I'm sure you'll agree when
you take a look."

   "That sounds great!" said Christa, beginning to fidget with her handbag.
"I did go out shopping this morning, actually, to see if I could find
anything suitable, but of course the little-girl underwear was naturally
very boring, and even the things meant for young teenagers were too large
for Tammy.  I did find these, though, which are on the small side, even
though they won't fit Tammy.  I thought Evie would look good in them, if
you don't mind me saying so."

   She pulled a pair of brief, lacy white panties from her handbag and
cautiously handed them to Maddie, as though half expecting to be reproved
for what she would once have thought of as a most improper and indelicate
suggestion.  In fact, she still tended to think so, but her growing desire
to see Evie in scanty underwear overcame her misgivings.

   "Do you think it's quite the thing for you to be giving sexy underwear
to a woman you don't know all that well, for the use of her 6-year-old
daughter?" asked Maddie teasingly, though the serious tone she adopted
confused Christa.

   "I don't want to offend you, but I thought ... "

   "Of course you haven't offended me - I was just joking!  It's lovely of
you to give me the panties for Evie - she'll look really hot in them, I've
no doubt.  It was naughty of you, though, to expect a perfectly respectable
person such as myself to be debased enough to happily accept them, even
though you were proved to be right!  When Evie is naughty I give her legs a
few slaps to admonish her.  I'm not sure that it's very effective, but I
thoroughly enjoy the experience, and so increasingly does Evie, I believe.
Perhaps I ought to give you a few slaps, too, to keep you in line.  In
fact, there's no perhaps about it.  Lift your dress up to your waist and
pull your legs to your chest."

   Christa looked startled at the suddenness and nature of Maddie's demand,
but made no sign of obeying it.  Though only a few years younger than
Maddie, she felt herself dominated by her friend's strong personality and
was content to be so, submission being a natural part of her own
personality.  But to expect her to allow herself to be disciplined as
though she was a child was surely going too far, though there was something
about the prospect which strangely thrilled her.

   "You don't mean that, surely?" she said, not sure whether she wanted the
answer to be yes or no.

   Maddie had to make a decision now, whether to laugh off her demand as
another joke, or to persist with it and perhaps ruin what was was
developing into an exciting situation.  The risks seemed worthwhile, so she
left her seat and, without hesitation, slapped Christa across the face, not
with any great force but with the intention of reinforcing her dominance
over her friend.

   "Do as you're told, girl!" she said sharply, noting with pleasure that a
red mark was developing on Christa's left cheek.  "There's no reason why
you and I, and Rob, can't have a lovely sexy time with the girls from now
on, but you really must learn to do what I tell you to."

   Maddie softened her words by kissing Christa full on the mouth as she
firmly handled her left breast through the thin material of her dress. 
"You do understand, don't you, darling?  It will be so much simpler if you
do as I tell you, Come on now, you know you want to really."

   There were tears in Christa's eyes, but this time she obeyed without
hesitation.  It was Maddie calling her `darling' which had somehow caused
her to surrender, and anyhow she knew that, as Maddie had suggested, she
really wanted to submit to her, to please her in every way.  She pulled her
dress up and lay back in her armchair, opening and lifting her bare legs.
It was humiliating to expose herself in that way, but it was a thrilling
humiliation which was only enhanced when Evie's pattering feet were heard
on the stairs before she skipped into the room.

   "Say hello to our visitor then, Eve," said Maddie, amused by the
6-year-old's look of surprise.

   "Hello, Mrs Yarwood," murmured Evie, as Christa gave her an embarrassed
smile from between her open legs.

   "Christa has brought you a present," said Maddie, handing her daughter
the lacy panties.  "Very nice of her, of course, but quite disgraceful to
right-thinking persons.  Encouraging me to dress you like a whore must
deserve punishment, don't you think?"

   Evie was silent for a moment, a quizzical expression on her pretty face.
"But you love dressing me up like a whore, Mummy!"

   "That's beside the point, child!  I've decided that Christa's legs need
a good slapping, and that's the end of the matter.  You can help me, if you
like."

   "Can I, Mummy?" said Evie sunnily, always happy to help her mother with
anything.

   "Go and get changed into your slut-wear first, and be quick about it. 
Put these white panties on, though, so we can see if they're as sexy on you
as Christa hopes they are."

   "Are you comfortable like that," laughed Maddie, "turning to her friend
as Evie left the room.  "I expect you feel that it's an undignified and
humiliating position for a grown woman to be put in, but from my point of
view it's an incredibly arousing one.  The way your pussy is showing
through those tight panties of yours is very hot indeed!"

   Christa's face reddened, but Maddie could see that she was delighted by
her remarks.  As if to confirm that opinion, Christa pulled up her brief
pale-blue panties so that they were as tight as possible against her pussy
mound.

   "Is that better?" she murmured.  "I want to please you, Maddie, more
than anything in the world."

   "You do please me, darling," said Maddie, kissing first her friend's
mouth and then the swell of her pussy.  "There's a heavenly scent down here
- are you getting wet?"

   Christa nodded shyly, finding it difficult at first to answer such an
intimate question.  "Just the way you're looking at me like this makes me
wet!"

   "Prepare to get even wetter, then," said Maddie, as Evie came back into
the room.  "How do you think the child looks in her slut-wear, now you can
see her closeup?  Sexy little whore, isn't she?"

   Evie was wearing the same black holdups and lewd top as when Christa had
seen her on the previous day, but now with her new white lacy panties,
which were cut very high at the sides and so scanty and delicately made
that they barely covered her modesty.  Recent events had made her well
aware of her desirability, at least as far as her parents were concerned,
but she was gratified to see that Christa was now gazing at her in the same
lustful way that they did.  She turned round so that Christa could look at
her pert little bottom, which she wiggled at her, and then back again to
allow her to read the salacious phrases on her crop-top.

   "Hot bitch!" Christa read excitedly.  "Sexy slut!"

   "Do you agree, Christa?" asked Maddie, though the look on her friend's
face told it's own story.

   "Oh, yes, of course!  Evie is such an incredibly sexy little girl. 
There was a man a few streets away who was prosecuted last year for
molesting his twin 6-year-old daughters - do you remember that, Maddie?  At
the time I thought he was as despicable as they come, but now I can see why
so many men have the urge to abuse little girls."

   "And quite a few women as well!" said Maddie pointedly.  "By the way,
those white panties look really hot on Evie, don't they, however
inappropriate it was of you to give them to her as a present.  A thank you
kiss is in order I think, don't you, Evie?"

   "Stay in position," she added peremptorily, when Christa started to sit
up.  "Evie can kiss you quite well where you are.  Don't think you're going
to get out of that hard slapping I promised you!"

   "You didn't say it was going to be hard," muttered Christa sulkily,
though she made no further attempt to change position.

   "Well I'm saying it now!  Talking back is only likely to make me slap
you even harder, so I'd be careful if I were you."

   Disregarding this exchange, Evie threw herself between Christa's open
legs and began to kiss her all over her face, sensuously rubbing her lovely
body against Christa's as she did so.  Although most little girls can be
easily persuaded to take part in sexual activity with their parents, and
other adults, some are naturally more highly-sexed than others and Evie was
definitely one of those.

   Christa reached a new peak of arousal when she felt the 6-year-old's
small lithe body squirming against hers, and her wet little tongue licking
all over her face.  And when the 6-year-old slipped that little tongue
between her lips and greedily explored her mouth, she felt her pussy juices
positively oozing out of her.

   "Say nasty things to me, Christa, like mummy and daddy do," Evie said
pleadingly, after a a particularly wet and lingering kiss.

   Christa looked questioningly at her friend, who knelt by her head and
whispered in her ear.  She looked shocked by what she heard, but when
Maddie had finished she in turn put her mouth to the 6-year-old's ear and
said hesitantly: "You're such a dirty bitch, child.  Such a dirty fucking
bitch!"

   Such foul-mouthed language had never passed her lips before, her
conservative upbringing having left it's mark on her, but Evie's
enthusiastic response convinced her that in situations like this it was
more than justified.  The little girl pressed herself even more firmly
against Christa, covering her neck with little sucking kisses and
feverishly groping at her full breasts through the thin material of her
cotton dress.

   "Say some more!" urged the 6-year-old.  "Be really nasty to me, Christa,
please!"

   "And with a little more conviction if you can," suggested Maddie dryly.

   The verbal abuse came more easily this time, Christa surprising herself
by how smoothly the expressions of sexual profanity came to her lips, and
how arousing she found it to aim them at the innocent-faced little girl.

   "You're a filthy whore, Evie!" she hissed, holding the little girl's
head firmly as she looked into her sky-blue eyes.  "A fucking filthy slut
of a whore!  Your mother dresses you like a prostitute and you ought to be
used like one.  I'd love to see you raped by a gang of lecherous pedophiles
until your vagina and anus are red raw and full of pedo semen!"

   Christa's already intense arousal was heightened even more by the fact
that she immediately imagined her 5-year-old daughter being similarly
gang-raped, an image which she knew she should have pushed from her mind,
but which instead she savoured to the utmost.

   She paused for breath, briefly wondering if the 6-year-old's
sexualization by her parents had as yet introduced her to knowledge of such
things as sexual intercourse and rape.  There was no point in worrying
about that at the moment, though, she thought.  One taboo word which she
had never yet used in her life rose to her mind and demanded to be used,
and in her state of extreme arousal she didn't even attempt to prevent
herself from using it.

   "Cunt!" she suddenly shouted at the elated 6-year-old.  "Filthy fucking
whorecunt!  If ever a child deserved to be sexually abused and fucked hard
like the dirty bitch she is, it's a bastard cunt like you, Evie Fleming!"

   "That's the way little girls should be talked to!" said Maddie
approvingly, noting the joyful expression on her young daughter's face. 
"Treat them like the horny little sluts they are."

   Christa became aware that her friend had briefly left the room but it
was only when Evie had laughingly got off her that she saw why.  Maddie was
now dressed in nothing but her young daughter's black silk panties, which
just fitted on her slender frame, and a crop-top similar to Evie's which
proudly bore the message: "I love child abuse!"

   "Hold your legs well behind your head, Christa," ordered Maddie.  "It's
time for me to give your lovely legs a slap or two, just to let you know
who's in control here.  I see there's a big wet patch between them, so you
must be very excited indeed.  I suppose calling my darling little girl a
cunt is the kind of thing which turns on a perverted slut like you, isn't
it?"

   With that, she brought the flat of her hand firmly down on Christa's
right thigh, just above her panties, smiling with pleasure at her friend's
muffled cry.  "Well, isn't it?"

   "I am a perverted slut, aren't I?" replied Christa, her face glowing at
the realization.  "It was lovely calling little Evie a cunt and a whore and
a bitch - I never dreamed I could do anything like that!"

   Maddie slapped her again, a little harder, and continued to slap her
until Christa's right thigh was thoroughly reddened, and her own hand
beginning to smart.  Changing hands, she continued the assault on Christa's
left thigh, disregarding her friends increasingly loud wails.  Evie looked
on in excited interest, noticing that the wet patch on the front of
Christa's panties was growing in size.

   "That's because she's the kind of whore who gets a kick from being
slapped around," said Maddie, noting the direction of her little girl's
gaze.

   "Can I hit her, Mummy?" said the 6-year-old eagerly.  "Can I slap her
around?"

   "I don't see why not," said her mother, bending down to whisper into
Evie's ear.

   The little girl giggled and clambered back on to Christa, giving her a
long wet kiss on the mouth before carefully licking the tears from her
eyes. And then, without warning, she raised her hand and slapped Christa
hard across the face, laughing with delight as she did so and bringing back
the tears to the young woman's eyes.  More lingering kisses followed, and
more stinging slaps on both sides of Christa's face.

   "You can put your legs down now, slut," said Maddie, after giving them
two last powerful slaps.

   As soon as she had done so, the weeping Christa moved a hand to the warm
wetness between her legs, and began to rub herself vigorously.  Looking up
at Evie, who was now sitting astride her, she said pleadingly, "Slap my
face again, darling, please!  Hit me hard!"

   The 6-year-old eagerly did as she was asked, again interspersing her
sharp slaps with passionate kisses.  Like Christa, her other hand went
between her legs to touch herself through her panties, and when her
slapping arm became tired, she sat back and looked admiringly at the red
blotchy marks covering the young woman's cheeks.

   "Did I do it good, Mummy?" she asked, eager for Maddie's approval.

   "Very good, indeed, child!  Do you want to pull the front of her dress
down now, and have some fun with her titties?"

   "Can I really, Mummy" Evie said, looking elated by the prospect.

   "You can do what you like with the whore, can't she, Christa?"

   "I can't imagine anything better than being used as a whore by Evie. 
The darling cunt can do anything she likes to me - anything at all!"

   Evie was already slipping off Christa's dress straps and unbuttoning its
neck, before roughly yanking dress and bra down to expose her lovely
breasts, their nipples fully erect.  She had become used in recent days to
sucking on her mother, and so had no hesitation now in taking Christa's
hard teats into her mouth in turn and greedily and wetly tonguing them,
occasionally nipping them between her sharp little teeth until Christa
yelled in pained ecstasy.

   "Oh, you adorable bitch!" moaned Christa when the 6-year-old continued
to eagerly suck on her sore, swollen nipples.  "You fucking adorable
bitch!"

   "Give her tits a good hard slapping, now, Evie," instructed Maddie. 
"The pervy whore will love that!"

   And Christa did love it!  She would never have believed before that day
that having her breasts vigorously slapped by a sexually excited 6-year-old
girl would be something she could ever have experienced, but now that it
was happening to her she couldn't get enough, particularly when Evie
pinched her stiff nipples between finger and thumb and fiercely pulled at
them with malicious glee.

   "Cunt!" she groaned joyfully.  "You sweet, enchanting cunt!"

   It was only then that she caught sight of a clock, and realized the
surprising lateness of the hour.  "I have to go!  Tammy is at her grandma's
and I have to pick her up."

   Christa hurriedly rose and re-arranged her dress, inexpertly helped by
Evie, Maddie quickly finding her friend's shoes, which had been kicked of
earlier and putting them on for her.

   "Ring me later, when you can," said Maddie, ushering her friend to the
front door.  "We need to talk about where we're going to go from here.  Rob
has been leching after you for ages, so I know he'll want to get his hands
on you."

   "And get his hands on Tammy?" asked Christa, half fearfully, half
hopefully.

   "Is that what you really want?  Given the opportunity, Rob would have no
compunction in using Tammy in the most depraved ways imaginable.  Is that
something a good mother should wish on her innocent, 5-year-old child?"

   "I don't know what a good mother is anymore, after this afternoon.  I
only know that I'm desperate for Rob to molest Tammy, and I'm desperate for
you and I to molest her together."

   "You are a good mother, believe me," said Maddie.  "Like many little
girls, Tammy is simply crying out to be sexually abused and a good mum
understands that she'll almost certainly enjoy the experience just as much
as her abusers."

   "I'm sure she will!  And God knows I'm going to enjoy abusing her. 
Since Rick left Tammy and me, my sex life has been non-existent and I'm
keen to make up for lost time!  I must dash now, Maddy - I'll be sure to
ring you later.

   As she crossed the street to her car, Christa could still feel the
effects of the slaps on her face, breasts and legs, and her nipples
continued to tingle from the abuse Evie had given them.  She felt
exultantly happy, and this was just the start of things, she thought.  She
couldn't wait to ring Maddie later and find out what plans she and Rob had
for her and Tammy, but knowing for a fact that they in some way involved
the sexual abuse of the 5-year-old thrilled her beyond measure.

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