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 Author: David Stephens
Title: All About Eve
Part: Chapter 8
Keywords: FF/g, inc, pedo



   All About Eve - Chapter 8

   by David Stephens



   Primrose was looking out of the window, idly thinking about how she was
going to spend her morning.  She was feeling horny, as usual, a not unusual
experience for her these days.  She had repressed her sexual desires so
effectively for such a long time until recently that now she had released
them they were an ever present presence in her life.

   Not only was she horny, Primrose thought, but to be more exact she was
pedo-horny, as Christa smilingly called the desperate need for a pretty
little girl to satisfy one's urgent lusts.  Or a cute little boy, come to
that.  There was a fair-haired 5-year-old, Liam, who she often saw walking
to school with his mother, and as often figured in her vivid fantasy life
as she sucked on his little cock while working a finger into his tight
little bottom.

   Francie was at school, so it looked as though a session of porn-watching
with her favourite vibrator at hand would have to suffice until the
6-year-old came home.  There was an actress in the porno film she had just
started watching who reminded her of Christa, and that was surely a good
thing, for her friend was becoming increasingly attractive to her.

   Primrose would once have indignantly rejected any suggestion that she
had lesbian tendencies, but she had to admit that Christa had changed all
that.  There was something about Christa's brazen sensuality, so different
from her own, that captivated her, even though it was to her mind sometimes
inappropriately displayed.

   As she thought this, Primrose was amazed to see her friend walking up
the drive, hand in hand with Tammy.  Putting aside for the moment the
question of why the 6-year-old wasn't at school, Primrose could only focus
on what Christa and Tammy were wearing.  Both were in tight, clinging
dresses, so short that they barely covered their bottoms, beneath which
they clearly wore nothing.  Christa's shapely breasts were almost falling
out of her extremely low-cut neckline, which in Tammy's case partially
exposed her pale nipples.

   In other circumstances, Primrose would have been both delighted and
aroused by the way her friend and little girl were dressed, but when the
pair could be clearly seen by neighbours she couldn't summon up any
delight, even when unable to deny that she was still aroused.

   Before she could hurry to the front door, Primrose saw with dismay that
5-year-old Liam and his mother were passing the house, apparently late for
school.  Not too late, though, to stop for a moment and stare at Christa
and Tammy.  Primrose couldn't make out the mother's expression, except to
judge that it wasn't as appalled as she had expected it to be.

   When Primrose opened the door Liam and his mother had gone, to her
relief, though the damage had been done.  Urging Christa and Tammy inside,
she ushered them into the living-room.

   "Good morning, my darling cunt!" said Christa happily, hugging her
friend tightly.

   Despite her annoyance, Primrose couldn't help but return Christa's hug
and kiss her lingeringly on the lips.

   "Good morning, you sexy whore!  What on earth are you and Tammy doing
dressed like that where anyone can see you?"

   "Our new dresses came this morning," said Tammy with a smile, "and mummy
said we should put them on and show you what they're like, before I go to
school, `cause she bought them so we could both look hot for you!"

   "Well, you've certainly succeeded - both of you!  You look as
seductively slutty as I love you to look, but whatever will the neighbours
have thought if they saw you?  I have my good name to consider,
particularly where my fellow church members are concerned - I don't want
them to know anything about my private life.  The mother of that little
fair-haired boy couldn't believe her eyes!  If she starts talking, everyone
will know about it."

   "I wouldn't worry about that," said Christa, seemingly unconcerned by
her friend's concern.  "That was Melinda Gray, and her boy, Liam, is a
friend of Tammy's.  I've had her over for coffee a few times lately and
she's a very nice person, and more to the point an admirer of Tammy's
charms, isn't she, sweetie?"

   The 6-year-old smiled.  "Mel says I'm a cutie and she likes me in short
skirts and says I have lovely legs.  And when I lifted my skirt to show her
them properly, she asked me to turn round and said I have a lovely bum as
well!"

   "And where were you, Christa, when your new friend was making these
highly inappropriate remarks?" asked Primrose.

   "Oh, I was with them.  I was quite shameless about inviting Mel to say
if she finds Tammy attractive, and she clearly does."

   "Is that as far as it's gone?  I didn't realize that you knew her that
well."

   "I hadn't said anything to you yet because I'm not sure where things are
heading.  Mel and I have a pleasant time exchanging, as you say,
inappropriate comments about our little ones, but I don't know how to make
progress with her.  She loves me saying what a handsome little chap Liam
is, and seems happy for me to have him on my knee and give him a kiss or
two on his cheek, but I'm wary of moving too quickly and scaring her off.
With you it was different.  I could sense that beneath your decorous
appearance there was a whore eager for release, but Mel is more of a
challenge."

   "This is all very interesting, Christa, but I return to my point about
you and Tammy so shamelessly displaying yourselves in your slut-wear where
you could easily seen by the neighbours."

   Without warning, Primrose quickly raised her hand and gave her friend a
sharp slap across the face.

   "Don't do it again!  I won't have my hard-won reputation besmirched by a
debauched slut like you!"

   Although Christa recognized that Primrose meant what she said, she could
also see the arousal in her friend's eyes, and felt her own already
heightened arousal go up a notch when Primrose slapped her again.

   "I'm sorry, darling!" she said, trying to sound repentant but smiling
through the tears that the slaps had brought to her eyes.  "I shouldn't
have done it, I know, but Tammy and I were so keen to show you our new slut
dresses that we didn't think."

   Primrose tried to look stern but couldn't help returning her friend's
smile, pulling Christa to her and kissing her mouth softly.

   "I do love you, Christa, but there are times when it's not only your
little one here who needs some discipline in her life."

   Primrose's declaration of love surprised even herself, but it was
sincerely meant, even if her love was undoubtedly mixed with lashings of
lust.

   "I love you too, darling!  You're such an enchanting bitch and entirely
adorable.  If you think that Tammy and I deserve punishment for being so
thoughtless, then punishment we must have!"

   Christa appeared unfazed by the prospect.  The slaps to her face had
left her tingling with desire and wholly ready to receive more correction,
if that was what Primrose deemed was necessary.  Whether Tammy was equally
ready to be punished was uncertain, but Christa was fairly confident that
the 6-year-old had in a short space of time come to understand that
receiving physical chastisement was as pleasurable as it was painful,
indeed often more so.

   "Let's have your tits out!" said Primrose peremptorily, swiftly
unbuttoning the front of Christa's dress.

   I'm becoming such a common slut, she thought, momentarily ashamed of
herself but in fact relishing being able to freely acknowledge the
long-repressed slutty side of her nature.

   Primrose eased her hand into Christa's dress and lifted her breasts out,
giving each of them a sharp slap as she did so.  Then she firmly pinched
her friend's already-erect nipples, with increasing pressure, until tears
came again to Christa's eyes and she began to loudly moan.

   "You sweet bitch, Primrose!  Slap my tits again - harder this time! 
Make me cry, darling!  Make me cry!"

   Primrose didn't hesitate.  She raised her hand higher and brought it
down sharply on each of her friend's shapely breasts in turn, keeping up a
regular tempo until she had indeed succeeded in bringing tears to Christa's
eyes, tears which were soon running down her face.  Primrose loved the way
that her friend's reddening and hard-nippled tits jiggled delightfully
after each slap, and the wonderful sensation of her own nipples becoming
erect with arousal as she continued her assault.

   If Tammy, looking on with wide-eyed enchantment as her mother was
comprehensively tit-slapped, thought that her own promised chastisement had
been forgotten, she was soon to be undeceived.  Without warning Primrose
picked her up and tossed her face downwards on the sofa, immediately
beginning to spank her barely-covered bottom through her flimsy dress.

   The material of the 6-year-old's dress, thin though it was, was
sufficient protection to allow Primrose to hit Tammy with more force than
she would have done on the little girl's bare bottom.  Taking advantage of
this knowledge, Primrose laid into the weeping child with a will, abusing
her gleefully as she did so.

   "Slut!  Whore!  Shameless cunt of a bitch!  If you think you can
brazenly display yourself in your slut-wear at my front door, where the
neighbours can easily see you, without consequences, you are sadly
mistaken!"

   The spanking, though carried out with a degree of severity which
Primrose thought merited, was soon over, leaving Tammy with a smarting
bottom and quietly sobbing, and yet with a thrill of arousal running
through her lovely young body which she was becoming accustomed to after
being beaten.

   Primrose sat on the sofa and lifted Tammy into her arms, eager to
comfort the 6-year-old now her well-deserved spanking had been meted out.
Perhaps I'm becoming soft, she thought, hugging the little girl tightly to
her and drying her tears with a hankie.  Tammy was undoubtedly a child who
needed keeping in line with regular discipline, but also a child who it was
easy to love.  In past years Primrose had meted out her love in small
doses, principally to her adored Francie, but recent events had changed all
that and she was now more than willing to show love to Tammy, always
admitting that it was a highly sexualized love.

   "You deserved that, didn't you, child?" said Primrose, fondling the
6-year-old through her flimsy dress.

   Her tone of voice was more indulgent than Tammy had expected, and the
little girl was able to smile falteringly at Primrose as she settled into
her embracing arms.

   "I was very naughty, wasn't I?" said Tammy, searching for the words
which would appease Primrose.

   "That's putting it mildly, child.  You're a shameless cunt, just like
your mummy.  What are you, little one?"

   "I'm a shameless cunt, Primrose," said the 6-year-old, in her piping
little-girl voice, making her words sound deliciously obscene.

   "You're also a lovable cunt, child, and always remember that when I beat
you it's not just because I enjoy it, but because I care for you very much,
even if I may not always show it."

   "Tammy knows that you love her really," said Christa, pushing her abused
breasts back into her dress.  "She looks nice and comfortable there in your
arms and I'm sure she'd like to stay there, but she needs to be in school
as soon as possible - she'll no doubt be in trouble as it is for being
late."

   And so the reluctant 6-year-old released herself from Primrose's embrace
and hurriedly returned home with her mother, both of them promising to
return after school had finished.

   - - - o o O o o - -

   On the following Sunday, after church, Primrose was sitting in her front
garden, hoping for a sight of Melinda Gray and her little boy.  She'd seen
them on the previous Sunday at this time, and so was optimistic that they
would make an appearance again.  5-year-old Liam was the obvious focus of
her attention but Melinda herself was an attractive young woman in an
understated way and someone who Primrose thought worth the effort of
getting to know better.

   Primrose was just starting to feel a touch sleepy in the warm sunlight
when she heard someone say `Hello!' in a hesitant fashion and saw that
Melinda and Liam were walking up the drive towards her.  Melinda, in a
short summer dress, and Liam, in shirt and shorts, both looked very
attractive and Primrose greeted them smilingly and invited them to sit down
next to her.

   "I hope you don't mind," said Melinda, slightly anxiously.  "Christa
suggested that I make myself known to you as I understand you're a friend
of hers.  Liam and I have been in the park and I thought we would call on
you before we went home."

   "I'm pleased you have called - any friend of Christa is always welcome!"

   The two women chatted for a while, Melinda hesitantly at first but then
with growing confidence as she realized that Primrose was really pleased to
see her and not just expressing a conventional platitude.  Primrose learned
that Melinda was twenty-two and had recently moved into the neighbourhood
with Liam, after the end of a short-lived marriage.  Christa was the first
new friend she had made and it soon became apparent that she was eager to
make more.

   As Melinda became more at ease, Primrose thought that she was more
attractive than she had seemed at first.  Not a girl to turn heads,
admittedly, but very appealing nevertheless with short auburn curls framing
a pale, pretty face and a slim, lissom figure.

   "Would you and Liam like a drink of lemonade?" asked Primrose.  "We
could go inside if you like - it's so hot out here, isn't it?"

   Accepting the invitation, Melinda asked, as she settled in an armchair
in the living-room: "You have a little girl, don't you?  Francie, isn't
it?"

   "Yes, my darling 6-year-old - a great friend of Christa's little girl.
She's upstairs in her room but I'll go and get her in a minute.  And
talking of Tammy, I hope you weren't too shocked by the way she and her
mother were dressed when you passed the other day?  Not that I think
there's anything wrong with dressing like that, but it was hardly the time
or place.  Christa enjoys wearing clothes that show off her hot body and
she seems to have passed on that enjoyment to Tammy."

   Primrose laughed.  "Perhaps I didn't phrase that very elegantly.  It
sounded as though I was suggesting that Tammy enjoys showing off her own
hot body!  She's a lovely child of course, as I'm sure you'll agree, but
perhaps you don't think it appropriate to talk of her in that way?"

   We'll see if that tempts you to open up, young lady, thought Primrose,
smiling at her new friend.

   "I certainly wasn't shocked," said Melinda, after a short pause and
sounding a little embarrassed.  "Perhaps a little surprised!  It wasn't
what I expected to see on my way to school, but it was a pleasant sight
nevertheless.  Christa looked very seductive in her new dress, if I can put
it that way ... "

   She hesitated and looked even more embarrassed, seeming to have
difficulty in choosing her words.

   "And Tammy?" prompted Primrose gently.

   "She looked very attractive - very attractive indeed."

   "Although her dress, what there was of it, could hardly be said to be
quite the thing for a mother to allow her 6-year-old to wear, or so most
people would say."

   "Perhaps not," said Melinda, "but Tammy looked so divine in it that I
find it hard to criticize Christa.  You asked if I thought it appropriate
to talk of Tammy having a hot body?  I would like to give you an honest
answer to that question, but one has to be so careful these days when
discussing such matters."

   "Particularly with someone you've only just met," said Primrose
understandingly.  "Even more so when you've no doubt heard that I'm a
well-respected member of the local church and thus likely to be rather
strait-laced regarding sexual matters?"

   "I suppose so, yes."

   "The church is important to me, I'll admit, but that doesn't mean I'm at
all prudish where sex is concerned.  Particularly when we're talking about
the attractiveness of little girls.  Perhaps if I show you the new dress
I've bought for Francie it will persuade you that I'm not at all prim and
proper - outside my church life at least."

   When Primrose had left the room, Melinda looked across to where her
young son was sipping his lemonade and looking at one of Francie's books.
She wasn't sure how much of her conversation with Primrose he had
understood, but she realized with a shock that she hoped he had understood
everything.  How wonderful it would be, now that he was growing up, to talk
with him about the delights of little girls such as the bewitching Tammy.
She loved Liam dearly but a little girl of her own to cherish would have
been heavenly.  Better not to think of that, though - after all her
relationship with Tammy and her mother, and now hopefully with Primrose and
her little girl, held very interesting possibilities.

   And then there was her relationship with Liam, which in itself was
beginning to show signs of developing into something unusually intimate. 
She adored the 5-year-old with a passion which often could only be
expressed physically.  When they were alone she cuddled and kissed him as
often as possible, and he returned her kisses with a childish eagerness
which affected her in ways which she found disturbing but strangely
stimulating.  She often thought now how wonderful it would be to have a
pretty little girl like Tammy to kiss and cuddle as well, her imaginings
often heading to areas which she tried hard to avoid, so agitating were
they.

   Melinda heard voices on the stairs and the patter of small feet and then
the door opened and Primrose ushered Francie into the room.

   "This is our new neighbour Melinda and her little boy, Liam.  Stand over
there by the window, darling, and show them your new dress."

   The 6-year-old skipped over to the window and happily posed in front of
Melinda, whose flushed face was an indication of how startled she was. 
Francie's new dress was similar to Tammy's in some ways, being as short and
close-fitting as her friend's, but the neckline was much higher.  The
difference was the three heart-shaped holes which exposed the little girl's
nipples and navel, and made the garment, as `Babyslut Designs' put it: `A
delightfully slutty dress for the whore-child in your life.'

   "What do you think, Melinda?" asked Primrose, slightly doubtfully. 
"Doesn't Francie look a sexy piece?"

   It was difficult to decipher the expression on her new friend's face. 
It could be one of shocked delight or of outrage - either seemed as likely
as the other at the moment.

   "She absolutely does!" said Melinda, having swiftly decided that she
needed to be open about her feelings, at least with Primrose.  "You asked
me earlier if I thought Tammy had a hot body.  Well, the answer to that is
of course I do, but not quite as hot as Francie's!"

   "She's a pretty girl!" piped up Liam, his interest in Francie's book
being a thing of the past now that he had the scantily-clad little girl
herself to gaze at.

   Even though the 6-year-old was at an age when all boys seemed silly and
best ignored, she couldn't help but be pleased by Liam's obvious
appreciation of her physical charms.

   "Francie is her name," said Melinda in mild admonishment.  "Francie is a
pretty girl."

   "Francie is a pretty girl," repeated Liam, and then, after a pause,
"Francie has nice titties!"

   Primrose laughed.  "She won't have titties for a while yet, Liam.  She
does have lovely nipples, though, and her sexy new dress shows them off to
advantage wonderfully well."

   "Mummy has nice titties!" said the 5-year-old, glancing mischievously at
his mother.

   "Liam!" cried Melinda, red-faced with embarrassment.  She could hardly
blame the boy, though.  At home she often appeared before him
partially-undressed, with her `titties', as she taught him to call them,
half-exposed.

   "What a lovely thing to say about your mummy!" said Primrose, smiling at
the little boy and then at his mother.

   "You were going to ask Melinda about something, Mummy," prompted
Francie, shyly.

   "Ah, yes!  I thought it might be a good idea to put some lipstick on
Francie's nipples, to really make them a focal point.  I only have pale
colours, though.  I thought you may have something in bright red which
would be much better."

   Melinda rummaged in her handbag and soon brought out a lipstick which
she handed to her friend.

   "It's `Scarlet Flame'," she said.  "I've never had the nerve to wear it,
but you're welcome to use it on Francie."

   "That's kind of you.  Francie would really like her face made up as
well, so your `Scarlet Flame' will come in very useful.  She and I would
love to have her looking like a child prostitute, if I can say that without
shocking you?"

   "I'm fairly unshockable," laughed Melinda, trying to express an
insouciance which she didn't really feel.  "Francie would make an adorable
child prostitute, I'm sure."

   "Would you like to make her up?" said Primrose, handing back the
lipstick.  "How much would you pay to take my little one to your bed and
use her in any way that you wish?"

   Melinda laughed nervously.  "I'm not sure I would be able to afford the
price of such an obviously high-class whore."

   "Perhaps we could come to an arrangement," said Primrose playfully.  "I
have Francie but you have the adorable Liam.  It seems to me that a
handsome little chap like him would make a very desirable boy-whore,
wouldn't you say?"

   Melinda laughed again, as she desperately tried to think of what to say
next.

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