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 Author: David Stephens
Title: All About Eve
Part: Chapter 7
Keywords: MMF/g, inc, pedo



   All About Eve - Chapter 7

   by David Stephens



   One month later Primrose was sitting in her living-room trying to look
composed, though inside she was undeniably tense.  With her was 6-year-old
Francie and the self-avowed pedophile Neil had introduced her to, Grant
Thomson, who now lived with Primrose as her partner and prospective
husband. With them was the man who had been her spiritual advisor for as
long as she could remember, Reverend John.

   Though she and Francie had only known Grant for a few weeks, they had
both taken to him immediately and accepted him as a member of the family.
Although from the start he had openly stated that he would expect a full
sexual relationship with Francie in time, he had taken things easy with her
at first, with lots of kisses and fondling rather than expecting her to
submit to penetration directly.  It was also apparent at an early stage
that he adored Francie in every way, not just sexually.  Add to that the
fact that he and Primrose were more than compatible in bed, it became clear
in days that he was almost certainly the answer to Primrose's prayers which
she had hoped he would be.

   Despite that, Primrose was still a regular churchgoer, unlike Grant, and
she couldn't help but be uneasily aware about the disparity between her
previous way of living and the pedophilic lifestyle which she had now
adopted with more than enthusiasm.  It was somehow important to her that
Reverend John should be able to soothe her uneasiness in some way and help
her justify to herself the decisions she had made regarding Francie.  She
knew she could rely on his confidentiality and was anyway fairly certain
that he had more than a passing interest in young girls himself.

   That imputation became more definite in Primrose's mind after only a few
minutes, although perhaps the Reverend could hardly be blamed for his clear
interest in the 6-year-old, given the scantiness of her clothing.  Primrose
had initially decided to dress Francie in something demure, but eventually
chose a short skirt and camisole top for her, intent on displaying her
daughter's lovely body to its best advantage.  She was proud of the
6-year-old's prettiness, her sexiness indeed, and wanted the Reverend to
understand, at least to some extent, why she had chosen the path she had.

   "When Primrose told me something of the intimate relationship between
herself and Francie," said the Reverend, addressing Grant, who he was
meeting for the first time that day, "I was understandably shocked.  I have
always considered Primrose to be a mainstay of our church and an upstanding
member of the community.  To be told, by herself, that she found Francie,
and other little girls, sexually attractive was stunning enough.  To then
be informed that she had acted on those desires with Francie and others was
even more of a blow.  However, Primrose assures me that the relationship
you both have with Francie is above all a supremely loving one, however
sexual in nature, and I'm hopeful that I'll be able to reconcile myself to
that relationship if I can be assured that it is as loving as is claimed."

   "A prosy devil!" thought Grant as he attended to the Reverend with a
slight smile on his face.  Harmless, though, he was sure.  When Primrose
had told him of the coming discussion with the clergyman he had been
troubled, but now he thought that he could trust him not to disclose to
anyone else anything he was told in confidence.  The set-up he now had with
Primrose and Francie was one he had been desiring for a long time, and he
wanted nothing to happen which would put it at risk.  Francie was a little
hottie, of course, and adorable in every way, but he was also fond of
Primrose, despite the air of propriety which had at first confused him, at
odds as it was with her self-confessed longing for a man who would sexually
abuse her child as a regular and normal part of family life.

   "Francie is such a good-looking slut," he said, "that Primrose and I can
hardly be taken to task for wanting to use her sexually in every possible
way.  Wouldn't you agree with that, Reverend?"

   The clergyman gave a nervous laugh, but otherwise wasn't as discomposed
as Grant had expected him to be.

   "Well, I wouldn't put it quite like that myself, as perhaps you would
expect, but there's certainly something in what you say.  Francie is
indisputably an attractive child - a very attractive child, indeed, and I
can see why a pedophile would find her sexually alluring ... "

   As he hesitated, unsure how to go on and fearful of disclosing growing
feelings which he was sure a clergyman shouldn't have, Primrose said: "How
exactly is Francie attractive, would you say, Reverend?  I mean, would you
say her face is her best feature, or her legs, or whatever?"

   Primrose hadn't intended to embarrass Reverend John, though she could
see that was just what she had done, but she was eager to discuss her
daughter's charms with him.

   "Well, she has a sweet face, of course," said the Reverend, somewhat
disconcerted by the fact that the 6-year-old was sitting opposite him,
looking especially bewitching in her revealing top and skirt.  "Her eyes
are particularly beguiling, I must say, and her mouth could very well be
described as kissable, though I wouldn't admit that to anyone else."

   "Have you ever kissed a little girl on the mouth, Reverend?" asked Grant
teasingly.

   "Well, only my daughter's child, Leonie.  Just a brush against her lips,
you'll understand."

   "You've not been tempted to slip your tongue into her mouth?"

   The Reverend laughed, refusing to rise to the bait.  "That would hardly
be appropriate for a man of the cloth, would it?"

   "What else would you say is attractive about Francie?" said Primrose,
keen to bring him back to the matter in hand.

   "You mentioned her legs, which are lovely indeed and I must say I can
see a good deal of them from here in that short skirt."

   "Hitch your skirt up, sweetie," said Grant, "and let the Reverend have a
really good look at those sexy legs of yours."

   The 6-year-old obeyed him without hesitation, loving the way that the
clergyman gazed at her with a desire which he was now doing little to hide.

   "Anything else?" asked Primrose.  "Or is it just Francie's face and legs
that attract you?"

   "She has an adorable little bottom - very shapely, indeed, and then
there's that lovely chest of hers.  Even though she has no development
there, or perhaps because of that, her chest is one of the most delightful
parts of her body.  Particularly when . . .  but perhaps I shouldn't say
that."

   "Don't be shy, Reverend," laughed Grant.  "You're not likely to offend
either Primrose or myself.  We love hearing our darling praised, especially
in the way you're doing it!"

   "Well, I was going to say that I love the fact that Francie's nipples
can be seen through her thin top, and the way they poke a little bit
through the material."

   The Reverend was a little red-faced by now, and became more so when the
6-year-old languidly lifted her camisole top to just above her pink,
semi-erect nipples, making them even firmer by pinching them with some
force.

   "If Francie's mouth is kissable, as I'm sure we all agree it is," said
Grant, "then her little nips look to be delightfully suckable, wouldn't you
say, Reverend?"

   "I'm not sure I can trust myself to be honest on that one.  Perhaps I'd
better refrain from making a comment!"

   Reverend John was enjoying himself hugely now, despite his
embarrassment. As he was being asked to comment on the little girl's
physical appearance, he saw no reason not to mention another of her
attractions.

   "I must say also that Francie's feet are absolutely beautiful!  They're
so exquisitely well-shaped and dainty.  If her legs are sexy, as Grant
truthfully said, then it's my contention that her pretty little feet are
equally so!"

   He was aware that his enthusiasm for the physical charms of the
6-year-old had led him to be more frank than he had at first intended.  It
was the first time in his life that he had openly described such a young
girl as `sexy', but after his initial unease at having done so he found it
a liberating experience.  Why hide what he had to admit was an essential
part of his nature, at least while he was with people such as Primrose and
Grant?

   "I agree with you Reverend," said Grant.  "And if the little darling's
mouth is kissable and her nipples suckable, wouldn't you say that her feet
are definitely both?"

   The clergyman knew that his wisest course was to again desist from
commenting, but he found himself saying: "Oh, yes.  Absolutely.  Yes!  And
please, in the circumstances, perhaps you could just call me John."

   "Well then, John, why not make the most of your opportunity?"

   Grant smiled at Francie, who, taking the hint, lifted her right foot
towards the Reverend.  As she did so, her skirt slid down her raised thigh,
revealing to the clergyman more than a glimpse of her white panties,
through which her vulval mound was clearly apparent.

   John, his lust for the little girl overcoming all other emotions,
dropped to his knees and, taking hold of Francie's foot by the heel, began
to cover it with wet kisses before sucking greedily on her toes until they
glistened with his saliva.  He sucked on them so eagerly that his mouth
soon became dry, and when Primrose noted this she spat on the 6-year-old's
foot, receiving a grateful smile from the Reverend.

   Francie had another solution to the problem, waiting until John
transferred his attentions to her left foot before leaning forward and
spitting into his mouth to give him another source of lubrication.

   "That's a good little slut!" said Grant approvingly, as the Reverend
drooled the 6-year-old's spittle on to her foot, licking each individual
toe before jamming all of them into his mouth and noisily sucking on them.

   When Francie smilingly offered the clergyman her hand, he sat by her
side on the sofa and kissed and licked each finger before running his
tongue up the smooth skin of her inner arm and then into her soft, warm
armpit, wetly licking her there with a passionate eagerness which soon had
the little girl moaning with pleasure.

   When the Reverend again seemed to be struggling to produce the saliva he
needed, Primrose willingly helped him out, spitting twice into her little
girl's armpit so that John could continue to lovingly tongue her there.

   "Don't forget the little darling's nips!" reminded Grant after a while.

   "As if I could!" said John, fastening his mouth on each of the
6-year-old's nubbins in turn and giving them little sucking bites which
soon had them looking deliciously red and swollen, to the delight of Grant
and Primrose, who were more than pleased by the Reverend's attentions to
their little girl and Primrose in particular happy that he could hardly now
be judgmental about her own sexual desire for Francie.

   "Would you like to cum on Francie, now, Reverend?" asked Primrose,
noting the growing bulge in his trousers.

   In response, the cleric hastily unzipped his fly and pulled out an
impressively-sized cock and heavy balls, which both Primrose and Francie
regarded with interest.

   "I'd love to ejaculate in the little darling's armpit, Primrose, if you
would like to lick her clean afterwards and give me a lovely wet kiss."

   He took a deep breath, unsure how she would react to his esoteric
request, and for that matter how Grant would take it.  He needn't have
worried, for Grant merely raised an eyebrow in mild surprise, and Primrose
was delighted by the Reverend's suggestion, both because she was aroused by
the idea of sharing his semen with him in an intimate kiss, but also
because she felt that the kiss would somehow seal a compact between them in
which he would become complicit in the debauching of her young daughter.

   Reverend John knelt over Francie and pushed the head of his cock into
her warm armpit, still wet with his saliva, and then held her arm firmly
against his shaft as he fisted it furiously until, with a grunt of
satisfaction, he reached his climax and spurted a stream of hot semen,
which had the 6-year-old giggling with delight.

   "Does that feel good, sweetheart?" asked the clergyman, pulling his cock
from the little girl's armpit, but continuing to hold her arm against her
side to prevent his cum from leaking out.

   "It feels lovely!" said Francie.  "Daddy usually squirts on my face or
my pussy, but I love being squirted on anywhere!"

   The Reverend noted that the 6-year-old was already calling Grant
`Daddy', which suggested that they had already formed a close emotional
relationship, and was another sign that their developing sexual
relationship could only be a good thing.

   He made way for Primrose, who carefully lifted Francie's arm and licked
up the thick mess of the clergyman's semen from the little girl's armpit,
taking particular care not to miss even the smallest amount of goo.

   Primrose knew she would always remember this day as a wonderful
experience, but it was also a curiously strange one.  Here she was, she
thought, with the man who had been most important to her in her life in the
church, holding his warm ejaculate in her mouth and preparing, most gladly,
to share that ejaculate with him in a passionate kiss.  What surprised her
most of all was that the depravity of what she was doing, and what she was
going to do, instead of being abhorrent to her as it would have been not so
long ago, now merely served to arouse her to an intense degree.  I must
have been a whore all along, she thought, something which enraptured her.

   John saw the smile on Primrose's face as he pulled her into an embrace
and pressed his mouth to hers.  He had always felt attracted to her, but
her former air of demure modesty had dissuaded him from making any advances
towards her.  Now anything seemed possible!  He felt his cum run into his
mouth as they tongued each other enthusiastically, and dug his hands into
her shapely ass, pulling her harder against him.

   "Go and pull mummy's panties down, Francie," said Grant, "so John can
get a good feel of her."

   The 6-year-old led such a sexually uninhibited life now that Grant's
command seemed to be a perfectly natural one.  She jumped of the sofa and
swiftly lifted her mother's dress to her waist and yanked her brief panties
down to her knees.

   "Thank you, darling," muttered Primrose, before returning to her
passionate cummy kiss with the Reverend.

   The cleric's hand was on her pussy now, his finger searching for her wet
hole and then inserted deep inside it.  He felt Primrose's own fingers
encircling his thick cock as she began to handle him back to full erection,
and knew then that she badly wanted him to fuck her.

   Grant, well aware of Primrose's need, said: "Feel free to cunt-fuck my
bitch, Reverend, if you want to.  She's proving to be such a horny slut
these days that it's difficult for one man to keep her satisfied!"

   "Don't I have a say in deciding who gets to have sex with me?" asked
Primrose in mock annoyance, as cum dribbled down her chin.  In truth she
adored Grant calling her his `bitch' and `whore', and, as he well knew,
would happily agree to have sex with whoever he wanted.

   Grant laughed.  "You've been gagging to have the Reverend's cock inside
you for a long time, if I'm not mistaken.  All that guff about what a
wonderful man he is and how much you admire him was just a cover for you
being desperate for him to shag you!"

   If Primrose had intended to respond, she was now in no position to do so
as the clergyman's tongue was once again in her mouth.  Add to that the
fact that she was struggling to accommodate the swollen girth of his cock
inside her vagina, and it was perhaps understandable that she didn't even
choose to reply when she was able.  All she could concentrate on was the
wonderful feeling of having the Reverend John's cock thrusting deep inside
her, something which she had indeed longed for even while considering it a
near impossibility.

   The cleric's hands were tightly clutching Primrose's bum cheeks now, and
pulling them apart, as his fucking settled into a steady tempo, and
Francie, kneeling directly behind her mother, became entranced by the sight
of Primrose's anal sphincter opening slightly and then tightening with each
of the Reverend's powerful thrusts.

   The 6-year-old scampered to Grant and whispered in his ear excitedly.

   "Speak up, child!" he said, and then, with a look of amusement on his
face: "Can you push your finger up your mummy's bum?  What a deliciously
perverted slut you are, little one!  I don't see why not, though mummy
whore will be happier with at least three fingers up there, I should
imagine."
Francie was more than willing to take Grant's advice.  She returned to
her previous position and spat between her mother's separated buttocks
before jabbing three stiff fingers into her anal ring, waiting until it was

at its most open.

   Primrose yelled out, more in astonishment than anything else, but her
overpowering emotion was one of the sheer joy she was experiencing at being
fingered by her darling little girl while the man she had looked up to for
so long was fucking her with raw power.

   Suddenly, Francie felt the Reverend pumping into her mother with
increased rapidity and force, and she in turn increased the tempo of her
own thrusting fingers as Primrose moaned loudly in exultation.  The heady
scent of sweat and pussy juices added to the 6-year-old's mounting
excitement and she was almost fainting with elation when at last the
clergyman unloaded his balls into her mother's cunt and pulled out his
cum-dribbling cock.

   Francie withdrew her sticky fingers from her mother's gaping anus at the
same time, watching as Primrose stepped out of her panties and pulled off
her dress before collapsing on to the sofa, raising and opening her legs to
unashamedly expose her swollen, semen-oozing pussy.

   "Lick my cunt out, darling child!" said Primrose eagerly, pulling her
reddened labia widely apart.  "I think your daddy could do with a nice,
sloppy kiss, don't you?"

   Francie didn't need asking twice.  She often now licked and sucked on
her mother's delectable pussy, enjoying particularly their regular early
morning sessions at the weekend, but when Primrose's gash was filled with
warm cum, as it was on occasion, the enjoyment was greatly heightened.

   "That's it, sweetie!" moaned Primrose as the scantily-clad 6-year-old
lapped at her cum-wet pussy.  "You're making mummy very happy indeed!"

   Francie loved everything about semen, which was just as well in a child
who yearned to be the perfect slut for her mummy and daddy.  She especially
loved feeling it warm in her mouth, rolling it around and then dribbling it
down her chin and sucking it back in, or spitting it on her mother's face
before licking it up again.

   The little girl also loved everything about her mother's pussy.  Sunday
mornings were an especial delight - pulling Primrose's labia wide apart and
pushing her tongue into the moist pinkness within, or sucking wetly on her
erect clitoris never failed to bring the 6-year-old to a pitch of
excitement which inevitably ended with mother and daughter masturbating
each other to orgasm.

   The intoxicating aroma of her mother's wet pussy when she had
masturbated to a climax was something else which also excited Francie.  She
was reminded of that now as she worked her little tongue into the opening
of Primrose's vagina.  To the well-remembered heavenly scent of her juicy
inner cunt was now added that of the Reverend John's fresh cum and the
slightly tart odour of her mother's still gaping anus.

   "Don't swallow, Francie," said Primrose urgently.  "When you've cleaned
me up go and give your daddy a big, wet kiss."

   The 6-year-old would have loved to spend much longer lovingly tonguing
her mummy's cunt, but her mouth was now so full of sperm that there was a
growing temptation to swallow the delicious stuff down.  Half-regretfully,
she lifted her head from between her mother's legs and ran to Grant,
pulling off her top and skirt as she did so.

   Francie preferred to be naked if possible when her new daddy kissed her
as she adored to feel his strong hands groping her all over her body as he
did so, firmly squeezing her bottom, his fingers poking into the tight
pucker of her anus and her pussy slit.

   She flung herself into Grant's open arms now, pressing her lips against
his and allowing a slather of cum and saliva to spill into his mouth. 
Their ensuing passionate kiss was as sloppy as Primrose could have wished,
a noisy, messy affair which both participants hugely enjoyed.  As tongue
met tongue, the excited 6-year-old felt Grant's finger ease apart her
smooth pussy lips and search for her virgin hole.  Not for the first time
he slid into the tightness of her immature vagina and began to finger-fuck
her, gently at first and then with increasing force until she was moaning
into his mouth and pushing herself against the invading digit.

   Primrose looked on with deep pleasure, her legs still wide apart as she
allowed the Reverend John to masturbate her.  This was the kind of loving
family life she adored so much, for she hoped that the clergyman would
become almost one of the family.  That being so, she longed for the time,
surely in the near future, when she would be able to offer her 6-year-old
to the Reverend, to use in any sexually depraved fashion he wished, as the
darling little slut was surely meant to be used!

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