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 Author: David Stephens
Title: Irma
Part: Chapter 1
Keywords: MF/g, inc, pedo



   Irma

   by David Stephens



   There was something in the air that Sunday morning but Bill couldn't
quite figure out what it was.  He was reading his newspaper as usual and
Stella was in the kitchen from which there came delicious baking smells. 
Usually she would have brought him a coffee by now and chatted with him
about this and that in the inconsequential way which pleased him on this
most restful of days.  Not today, though.  Even his 6-year-old daughter,
Irma, seemed different.  She spent most of the time in the kitchen with her
mother, from where he could hear the pair of them talking about something
which seemed to be important to them, which every now and then involved
much whispering and laughter.

   It was Irma who eventually brought him his coffee, a smile on her pretty
face.  Her skirt was so short that it barely covered her bottom and her
skimpy top revealed a few inches of bare midriff.  She accepted her
father's gaze of barely-concealed desire with equanimity, happily allowing
him to slowly look her over before returning to the kitchen.

   Among the many things that Bill admired about his wife was the fact that
she loved discussing their sexual fantasies, often as a prelude to their
lovemaking, and in particular that when he had hesitantly admitted his
sexual attraction to young girls she had enthusiastically confessed that
she too was attracted to children, in her case both boys and girls.  Before
too long they acknowledged that 6-year-old Irma took a star part in their
fantasies and together they developed those fantasies and even wrote
stories based on them which became a constant source of arousal.

   Although both Bill and Stella had tacitly assumed that their sexual
feelings for their little girl would stay in the world of fantasy, there
were grey areas which became apparent.  One of those was the question of
what it was permissible for them to have Irma wear, particularly in the
house.  They both wanted her to dress sexily for them, but with friends and
relatives often visiting it was a question of what they could get away
with. Despite these misgivings, Stella was soon dressing the 6-year-old in
as little as possible and both she and Bill quickly became unconcerned by
the reactions of visitors, for though a few were clearly embarrassed by
Irma's flaunting of her scantily-clad body, most seemed to enjoy the
display and Stella's father in particular was openly appreciative of his
granddaughter's charms and even suggested ways in which they could be more
excitingly displayed.

   Bill was just imagining Irma in his father-in-law's suggestion of a tiny
white bikini when she and her mother appeared before him, both with smiles
on their faces which could almost be described as smirks.

   "I believe we need to have a talk," said Stella.  "When I asked Irma to
fetch me the dirty laundry from the basket this morning, she found these on
top of the pile."

   She held up a pair of the 6-year-old's sky-blue knickers.  "She showed
them to me and I could see that the gusset was dripping with fresh semen."

   Bill attempted to appear untroubled by his wife's statement but in truth
he was somewhat shocked, both by her revelation and the fact that she was
using words like `semen' in front of their little girl.

   "There's no need to worry," Said Stella, guessing what her husband was
thinking.  "I've had a long talk with Irma.  She's old enough to be told
that some perverts like her daddy like to masturbate into little girls'
knickers, even into those of their own daughter's when they're particularly
perverted."

   "Yes, well ..." said Bill, struggling to say something which would get
him out of this fix.

   "Do you prefer them when they're clean or when I've worn them?" asked
Irma, before her father could say anything.

   "When you've worn them, since you ask," replied Bill, deciding that
there was no point in dissembling, given his wife's curious attitude which
seemed to be one of amusement tinged with more than a little excitement.

   "Daddy probably likes to sniff them before ejaculating into them," said
Stella, smiling at her husbands apparent discomfiture.

   "Ejacul ...?" queried Irma, looking uncertain.

   "Ejaculating.  Squirting, sweetie," explained Stella.  "Squirting his
semen.  Like I showed you in those videos.  You'd be surprised where pervy
men like your father would like to squirt their stuff - why, only last
night Daddy told me he'd love to ejaculate on your darling face."

   "Would you really, Daddy?" asked the 6-year-old, looking shocked but
delighted.  "And do you really like sniffing my knickers?"

   "Well, I'm not sure I should be talking about things like this with
you," said Bill, trying to speak in an authoritative manner, though this
was difficult when he was becoming highly aroused, "but if you want to know
the truth I do adore sniffing your knickers when you've worn them all day.
And yes, I would love to ejaculate on your sweet little face.  If it comes
to that, I'd love to ejaculate on your lovely body pretty much anywhere. 
It's probably because I'm a pervert, as your mother suggests, but I do seem
to spend a good deal of time imagining how wonderful it would be to squirt
my semen all over you!"

   Irma giggled with enchantment.  "Do you want to squirt your stuff on my
cunny, Daddy?"

   "We've talked about this before, Irma," said Stella, before Bill could
respond.  "I know you're only a little girl, but I do think it's time you
stopped using that awful word `cunny'.  `Cunt' is the proper word, or
`pussy' even.  There are other words, but we'll go into that another time."

   Bill wondered how many conversations of an intimate nature his wife had
had with Irma, and why she hadn't told him about them - and exactly which
videos she had shown the little girl.  A moment's thought informed him that
Stella had clearly been uneasy at first about initiating talks of a sexual
nature with their 6-year-old, though her doubts had apparently been
overcome, which was all for the best as far as Bill was concerned.

   "Daddy, do you want to ejaculate on my cunt!" insisted Irma, suddenly
breaking into Bill's musings.

   "That would be a dream come true, darling!" Bill replied, smiling at the
6-year-old, before finding himself saying before he could prevent himself:
"Ejaculating in your cunt would be even more of a dream come true, if the
truth be told, but perhaps I shouldn't admit that."

   Stella could see that Irma was on the point of questioning her father
further on his provocative admission, so decided to forestall a discussion
which could be postponed for now by posing a question of her own.

   "Would you like to cum in Irma's knickers now, Bill?  I must admit the
whole idea is quite arousing.  Well, very arousing to be honest with you."

   Bill was already semi-erect and he was more than willing to do as his
wife requested, but for one point which troubled him.

   "I would, but I prefer them used, as I said, and presumably Irma put
them on clean this morning."

   Stella smiled.  "Well, if I rubbed them into her pussy and bottom that
would make them quite fragrant, don't you think?"

   "I suppose it would," said Bill, returning his wife's smile and
wondering where all this was going.

   Irma was now lying back in an armchair and happily removing her skirt
and lifting her open legs so that her mother could freely access the
6-year-old's panty-covered vulva, firmly pushing the thin cotton material
between her labia and urgently rubbing it against her tender inner lips and
vaginal opening.

   "Do you want to work on her bottom, darling?" asked Stella after a
while, as Irma began to softly moan.

   Bill crouched down and eagerly pushed the little girl's knickers between
her soft bum cheeks and against her tightly-closed anus, using his
fore-finger to poke the material as far as he could into the by now
slightly relaxed sphincter.

   "Daddy," said the 6-year-old, "when Mummy showed me a video of a man
doing naughty things with a pretty lady last night, he called her a `hot
bitch' and I thought `bitch' was a bad word, but Mummy says the lady liked
being called that so will you call me a `bitch'?  Oh, and he said she was a
slut, too, and I really want to be your slut, Daddy.  Do you want me to be
your slut, Daddy?"

   When questions such as these are asked by a little girl of her father,
sexually provocative and totally unexpected, it is difficult to answer them
with any coherence and so Bill simply fastened his mouth to Irma's and
kissed her fiercely, punctuating his ardent caresses with hoarse
exclamations of `you hot fucking bitch!' and `daddy's slut is such a sexy
little girl!'

   "Let's take her knickers off now," said Stella, swiftly removing them
from the 6-year-old and lifting them to her nose as she and her husband
took seats on the sofa.  "They smell heavenly, I must say!  Have a good
sniff at them, Bill.  Absolutely delightful!"

   Bill had to agree, inhaling the heady perfume of his darling little
girl's pussy and bottom as he rubbed his semi-erect cock through his
trousers.

   "Which video did you show Irma last night?" he asked.

   "It was a compilation of horny guys cumming on their girlfriends'
faces," said Stella.  "Irma was transfixed - she couldn't get enough!"

   "It was a cumpilation, Mummy, not a compilation!" said Irma.  "I really
want a boyfriend now so that he'll squirt his stuff all over my face!"

   "Well, sweetie, you're a little young to be having a boyfriend who can
do that for you.  Still, there may be a way around that, perhaps.  It would
be a pity if you didn't get the chance to have your pretty little face
covered with lots of semen as soon as possible."

   "Daddy squirted lots and lots of semen in my knickers, didn't he, Mummy?
If he was my boyfriend he could squirt all over my face, and my cunt, and
everywhere, couldn't he?"

   "Well, it's not usual for a little girl's daddy to be her boyfriend as
well!" laughed Stella, "but it's certainly an idea to be considered."

   "Be careful what you wish for, child," said Bill.  "If I was your
boyfriend I'd be molesting you all day long in all sorts of delicious ways,
not just squirting on that lovely face of yours."

   "I'd love you to molest me, Daddy!" squealed Irma excitedly, not being
sure exactly what that entailed, but certain in her own mind that it was
something to be desired.

   "We're getting ahead of ourselves here," said Stella, noting the look of
uncertainty on her husband's face.  Although they had often imagined
molesting their 6-year-old, it had been understood that such molestation
would stay in the world of fantasy.  Then again, she thought, things are
already moving more rapidly than I had expected when I showed Irma those
videos.  Would it really be so wrong if Bill and I molested our darling
little girl?  Doesn't Irma long to be molested just as eagerly as we long
to molest her?

   "Are you going to sniff Irma's knickers all day long, Bill?" asked
Stella, for the moment casting her perturbing thoughts to one side until
she could further consider them

   "Please wank in them now, Daddy", implored the 6-year-old.  "I want to
see how much cum you squirt in them.  Lots and lots, I hope!"

   "You're such a dirty bitch, child!" said Bill, with a smile.

   "I'm a hot bitch as well, aren't I, Daddy?" asked Irma, returning her
father's smile.

   "Hot fucking bitch was the expression I used, I believe, and I stand by
that absolutely.  Do you want to get my penis out of my trousers, child? 
I'll just pull my zipper down for you."

   The 6-year-old purred with pleasure as she handled her father's
semi-erect cock, pulling the foreskin down to reveal its domed head.

   "It's really big, Daddy, isn't it?" she said reverently, to the
amusement of both her parents.

   "Big enough," replied Bill complacently, "and likely to get even bigger
if you keep stroking it like that.  As enjoyable as that would be, I really
need to cum pretty badly now.  Another time you can play with my cock until
it gets really big and hard - would you like that, you sexy slut?"

   Irma nodded enthusiastically, beaming her appreciation of being called a
sexy slut.

   Bill wrapped his cock in the 6-year-old's knickers and proceeded to
vigorously masturbate, closely watched by Irma who was deeply fascinated by
this, her bright eyes widening with surprised delight when Stella tenderly
fondled her husband's balls as he approached orgasm.

   "Oh, yes!" grunted Bill as he unloaded his cum-heavy balls into his
little girl's knickers.  "You wanted me to squirt lots and lots of semen,
Irma, sweetheart, and I think I can say without doubt that I've done just
that!"

   Stella carefully removed the knickers from her husband's cock and showed
the 6-year-old the creamy load of cum thickly covering the gusset.

   "I want you to put your knickers back on now, Irma, so that you can feel
your Daddy's lovely warm semen against your darling cunt.  That will be
something really special, won't it, sweetie?"

   Bill was surprised by how readily Irma did as she was asked, eagerly
pulling her semen-soaked knickers up until they were stretched tight
against her mound and then pushing the cummy material deep into her slit
and laughing with delight as she did so.

   "I never dreamed that our little girl would turn out be such a dirty
cum-slut!" said Bill happily as he smiled at his wife.  "Does my semen feel
nice on your pussy, Irma?"

   "It feels lovely and warm and squishy," said the 6-year-old merrily,
lifting a cum-smeared finger to her lips and tentatively licking it.

   "It tastes nice, doesn't it, darling?" said Stella, Irma's ready smile
suggesting that she was in agreement.  "Perhaps next time Daddy can squirt
his stuff straight into your mouth.  Would you like that?"

   "Oh, yes, Mummy!  Then I really would be a dirty cum-slut, wouldn't I? A
dirty fucking cum-slut!"

   Irma gloried in the knowledge that she could use such flagrant language
and not be chastised for it.  Indeed both her parents clearly approved,
judging by their radiant expressions.

   "Yes, darling," said Stella, "if you want to be a dirty fucking cum-slut
you must let Daddy ejaculate on your face and in your mouth, like the good
little whore I know you're going to be."

   "Daddy said he wanted to cum in my cunt, didn't he?  When is he going to
do that, Mummy?  And is he going to cum in my bottom, as well?  That's
called ass-fucking, isn't it?  Daddy is going to fuck me, isn't he?  I
really want him to fuck me so I can show him what a good whore I'm going to
be for him."

   "What do you say, Bill?" asked Stella, trying to sound calm but in
reality extremely anxious that her husband should reply positively.  She
had been worried that the videos she had shown Irma of vaginal and anal sex
would perhaps be too much for a 6-year-old, but the little girl had
responded enthusiastically, feeding Stella's hunger - a hunger for a time
in the near future when the fantasies she and Bill had shared, or at least
some of them, would become reality.  It had become apparent to her recently
that fantasy, intoxicating though it was, was never going to be enough. 
How could it be when the subject of those fantasies was continually before
them, more often than not semi-naked, and supremely desirable?

   "What can I say?" replied Bill with a smile.  "You know very well that
I've wanted to fuck Irma for a long time.  We've talked about this so many
times and imagined how wonderful it would be, and how even happier our
family life would be if we could make our darling little girl our whore. 
She's so young, though, Stella!  That's part of the attraction, of course,
but I wouldn't do anything to hurt her.  I just don't see ... "

   "I thought the same way as you," interrupted Stella, "until I had a
somewhat eye-opening conversation with Mum last week.  I was visiting her
with Irma, if you remember, and she and I had more than a few glasses of
wine.  She was really taken with Irma, even more so than usual, and said
how pretty she was and asked her if she had a boyfriend yet, which made
Irma giggle of course.  Mum was serious though and she was clearly eager to
tell me about certain incidents in her life when she was a little girl, and
squiffy enough not to feel inhibited about being open about them.  I wanted
Irma to leave the room when the nature of Mum's relation with certain men
in her life became clear, but she insisted that Irma was present, and it
did enhance the excitement I was shortly feeling, knowing that our little
girl was listening intently."

   Bill was listening intently too now, keen to know just what exactly Ruby
had got up to as a little girl, and who the men in her life had been.  He
had to wait to hear the full story, though, because his wife told him that
he would be told the details by her mother in person that evening when she
visited.

   "You are going to fuck me soon, Daddy, though, aren't you?" asked Irma
anxiously.

   "Of course he is!" said Stella firmly, before her husband could frame a
reply to the 6-year-old's provocative question.  His desire for his little
girl was as passionate as ever and he longed to feel his cock inside her,
but still she was young, so delicately made that he was full of misgivings.
Apparently his wife wasn't!

   "Wait till you hear Mum's story, Bill," continued Stella, smiling at the
expression of uncertainty on her husband's face.  "I think you'll find that
she will be able to put your doubts to rest!"

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   Ruby's story, as she told it to Bill that same evening, was certainly a
revealing one.  She was slightly on edge at first, as was understandable
given the nature of her confession, but was soon able to settle down and
indeed positively enjoy the experience.

   "I was a little younger than Irma when I had a babysitter called Daryl,"
Ruby began, sitting opposite Bill and nervously rubbing her hands together.
"Both my parents were working during the week in the long school summer
holiday and Daryl, who was a neighbour, came over every day and looked
after me.  She was about 18 or so, I guess, and a pretty blonde, always
smiling.  I liked her a lot and she liked me, judging by the way she was
always kissing and cuddling me.  When her kisses started getting more
passionate, her hands roaming all over my body, I was confused to say the
least.  I was just about old enough to know that what Daryl was doing was
`inappropriate' as my mother would have put it, but on the other hand I
enjoyed it immensely and I never even considered telling my parents of
Daryl's attentions.  She wasn't to know that, of course, so she was taking
a big chance."

   "She probably sensed that you were a slut in the making," said Stella,
smiling at her mother.  "I had the same feeling about Irma, and look how
right I was!"

   "You're probably right," said Ruby, apparently unconcerned by her
daughter's `slut' reference.  "I won't go into all the details now, Bill,
but suffice it to say that Daryl went on to molest me on a regular basis
that summer, and later invited her two elder brothers to effectively use me
as their whore.  What I need to stress, given the misgivings that Stella
says you have about your growing intimacy with Irma, is that I adored being
their whore.  They were very kind to me and never forced me to do anything.
I do believe I loved them both, as far as such a young child is capable of
loving in that way, and I just wanted to please them, finding in the
process that I was pleasing myself also."

   "Did they actually have intercourse with you?" asked Bill cautiously,
feeling that he couldn't talk of `fucking' with his mother-in-law, despite
the subject of their conversation.

   "Yes, of course," said Ruby, in a matter-of-fact tone which suggested
that there had never been any doubt of that.  "I'd been shown pornographic
videos, so I knew what was expected of me and was more than happy to
oblige. I remember that it wasn't long after my 6th birthday when Tom and
Ryan both sodomized me one sunny afternoon, because Tom joked that they
were giving me a belated birthday present.  They were gentle with me, but
of course it hurt somewhat, though not enough to make the experience a bad
one.  It just felt right and natural to have their cocks pushing deep
inside me, and I knew right from the start that I wanted to have that
feeling as often as possible."

   "So what you're trying to tell me is that I've no need to worry about
Irma being ready for sex?  Assuming, of course, that she turns out to be as
slutty as you clearly were!"

   "One can only hope," said Ruby with a smile.  "She's showing all the
signs, from what Stella tells me.  If Irma is anything like I was at her
age, she'll adore having your cock in her bottom, if you decide that anal
sex is the way to go first.  Tom and Ryan found it a little more difficult
to penetrate me vaginally, but they happily persisted and it wasn't long
before they were using me there just as often as my anus, and I loved that
too."

   "I'm sure that Mum will continue her story another time, Bill," said
Stella, slightly impatiently, "but for now what I need to know is are you
persuaded that the idea of you fucking Irma in the near future is not a
pipedream but a distinct possibility?"

   "And if the answer is yes," said Ruby, before Bill could say anything,
"would it be possible for Stella's father to get in on the fun, if you know
what I mean?"

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   (to be continued ... )

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