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 Author: David Stephens
Title: Irma
Part: Chapter 2
Keywords: MF/g, inc, pedo



   Irma - Chapter 2

   by David Stephens



   Three weeks had passed since Bill, encouraged by his wife, had
masturbated into his 6-year-old daughter's knickers while the wide-eyed
little girl had looked on in delight.  At the time the whole situation had
seemed almost dreamlike to him, as if one of the fantasies he and Stella
shared had come to life.  It wasn't a dream, though, and neither was the
growing possibility that the ultimate fantasy, that of him fucking his
darling child, would also become reality in the not too distant future.

   It had been his mother-in-law's confession, hesitant at first but then
with growing confidence, of her own sexual awakening as a 6-year-old, at
the hands of the two elder brothers of her babysitter, that had persuaded
him that sex with Irma was not just an intoxicating fantasy but a realistic
prospect.  Preparing such a young child for her first experience of sexual
intercourse had been hugely enjoyable for Bill and Stella during the
previous few weeks, an enjoyment shared by Stella's parents who came over
now and then to take part in the process of sexualizing Irma to the point
where she would become a willing and enthusiastic whore for the family.

   Although eager to get his hard cock inside his little girl, Bill was
also thrilled by the many other ways there were of involving Irma in sexual
activity.  In particular, from the time when she had eagerly pulled up the
knickers soaked in her father's semen and felt them warm and sticky against
her smooth pussy, Irma had gloried in her family reputation of being
something of a cum-slut.  To be splattered with streams of hot semen on her
face or body, or have it squirted in her mouth, was a continual delight for
the 6-year-old, and Bill and his father-in-law, Ralph, were more than happy
to satisfy her need.

   Another ongoing pleasure was that of dressing Irma in items which were
eminently unsuitable for a 6-year-old, the main object being to display her
slight figure in as risqué and indeed lewd manner as possible.  Irma loved
showing herself off for her parents and grandparents and receiving their
enthusiastically-expressed admiration of her physical charms, but her
especial delight was the reaction of unexpected visitors, which ranged from
open disapproval to almost equally open appreciation of those charms.

   When Ruby visited on Sunday morning, as was usual with her, she
presented Irma with a carrier bag which she said contained new clothes for
the 6-year-old.

   "I know you'll like them," she said, as Irma eagerly took the bag and
started to make her way to her bedroom to try her new clothes on.  "There's
a white lycra mini-dress which will hopefully fit you like a skin and
particularly show off your peach of a bottom, and a tiny pair of black lace
panties.  They should show nicely through your dress and make you look
really slutty, which is all to the good, isn't it?"

   "Yes, Nanna," agreed Irma readily.  Looking like a slut was something
which the 6-year-old passionately aspired to, and she was increasingly
successful in accomplishing her desire, aided of course by having close
family members who encouraged her to dress as seductively as possible.

   When Irma came back into the living-room some minutes later, her
grandfather was sitting on the sofa with his wife and he broke of his
conversation with Ruby to gaze at the 6-year-old with an appreciative leer.

   "You look such a whore in that mini-dress, sweetie!  Not that you don't
usually look like a whore, but that dress is something else!  And those
tiny black knickers showing through is a very nice touch!  I just wish your
Nan and I could take you to the park and show everyone what a sweet little
slut you are."

   Irma accepted her grandfather's praise with a smile, turning around to
display her bottom, it's shapeliness emphasized by the lycra mini-dress.

   "Look at the ass on the sexy bitch!" enthused Ralph.

   "Mummy says I'm a hot fucking bitch!" said the 6-year-old proudly,
turning to the front again and sliding down the scoop neck of her
skin-tight dress to reveal her tiny pale-pink nipples.

   "Mummy knows what she's talking about," said Ruby, enjoying as always
the sight of her young granddaughter's delicious body displayed to
perfection.

   "Do you think we should christen your new knickers with your old
grandad's cum, Irma?" asked Ralph hopefully.

   "Yes, please, Grandpa!  Daddy will probably want to cum on them, too."

   "I would say that will be more a certainty than a probability!" laughed
Ruby.  "Where are your Mum and Dad anyway, Irma?"

   "They're upstairs doing sex stuff, I think."

   "Without you?" said Ruby, slightly surprised.  "That's unusual, isn't
it?"

   "Daddy gets really horny sometimes and he says if he doesn't go and give
Mummy a good seeing to first, he'll not be able to stop himself ripping my
clothes of and raping me senseless!"

   "I know being raped senseless sounds an enticing prospect for a sexy
child like you, Irma, but your daddy thinks you're not quite ready to be
fucked yet.  Don't worry, though, it won't be long now, and once Daddy has
taken your virginity he and your Gramps will be giving you plenty of cock,
I can promise you that!"

   "I'll second that!" said Bill cheerfully as he came into the room with
his flushed-looking wife.  "You'll be getting cock around the clock, child,
to coin a phrase.  You can be certain of that."

   "I was just going to cum on Irma's sexy new knickers," said Ralph.  "Are
you going to join me, Bill or ... "

   "I need to recover a little, but when you've done we could get Irma to
push her knickers up Stella's cunt and soak them in my cum that way."

   "Good idea!" said Ruby approvingly.  "By the way, Bill, how do you think
your little girl looks in her new mini-dress?  I must say I do believe I
made a good choice there."

   "How does she look?  Like the most bewitching, adorable baby-slut
imaginable!  Irma is making a definite statement in that dress, and that
statement is: `Come over here and molest me!  Use me as your fuck-toy in
any way you want!' Wouldn't it be glorious if all pretty little girls
dressed like that?"

   Ralph could only agree, but for now he was more intent on lifting the
6-year-old on to the sofa and lifting her tight dress to her waist to
expose her equally tight-fitting black lace panties.  His pulsing cock was
already poking out of his trousers and he now eased its head inside the
front gusset of Irma's panties and lodged it between her plump labia.  The
6-year-old eagerly wrapped her small hand around his shaft as he furiously
wanked himself to an intense climax.  Streams of hot semen splattered over
the little girl's pussy and between her thighs and slowly soaked through
the material of her panties.  Releasing his cock, Ralph splattered the
front of Irma's panties with the last few spurts of his cum as the
6-year-old smiled up at him.

   "I love it when my knickers are all wet and sticky with your spunk,
Grandpa!" said Irma, in a dreamy tone.  "I can't wait till you're shooting
your stuff inside me, though!"

   "It won't be long now, child.  I hope both your holes are being prepared
for the big day?"

   "Well, Mummy and Daddy are always fingering me.  Is that what you mean,
Granddad?"

   "That's the kind of thing I mean, yes," laughed Ralph.  "They do that to
you because it's highly pleasurable for them, and for you too I'm sure, but
also because you need to get used to your vagina and anus being penetrated
by something smaller than an erect cock before you're ready for full sexual
intercourse."

   "I was trying to watch the telly last night, Granddad, but Mummy and
Daddy took all my clothes off and started feeling me all over and then they
spat on my pussy and between my bum cheeks and pushed their fingers in my
holes and told me what a sexy bitch I was."

   "Did you enjoy that, little one?"

   "It was fucking great, Granddad!" replied the 6-year-old, in a tone of
such frank intensity that Ralph had to smile.

   "Fucking great, was it, child?  That's just how a little girl like you
should feel when her parents molest her, or when anyone else molests her,
for that matter.  All little girls should be happy for their lovely bodies
to be used for the pleasure of any adult who desires them, though
unfortunately that point of view is not very popular at the moment!  Never
mind, as long as you'll let me use you as my whore, Irma, I'll be more than
satisfied!"

   "I'll always be a whore for you, Gramps!  When are you and Nanna going
to stay for the weekend, like you said you were?  Then I can sleep between
you in your bed, so that you can both molest me whenever you want to during
the night.  That will be lovely, won't it?"

   "Lovely indeed, child.  We're waiting until you're fuck-ready, so that
we have two whole days to abuse you as you deserve to be abused.  That
means that when you do sleep with Nanna and me, I can slip my cock inside
you at any time."

   "Do you think you'll put it in my cunt or my bottom, Granddad?" asked
Irma, in the serious manner which amused her grandfather.

   "Oh, I suppose in whichever hole I find it easiest to penetrate at
first, though both holes will get plenty of attention, so don't you worry
about that.  All three holes, I should say, because that pretty mouth of
yours is going to be filled with hard cock as well, I promise you, child."

   Stella was about to ask her father to take off Irma's knickers so that
she could stuff them up her pussy to mop up the copious amounts of semen
that her husband had ejaculated inside her, when someone rang the doorbell
and the 6-year-old scrambled off the sofa and went to the window to see who
it was.

   "It's Miss Palmer!" she said after a few moments, sounding surprised but
happy.

   "That's your teacher, isn't it, Irma?" said Stella.  "A good-looking
girl, if I remember right, and one who it would be worth getting to know
better, I believe.  There's something about her which suggests that under
that sweet exterior there may be something a little more interesting.  It's
not the most opportune time for her to be calling but that can't be helped.
Go and let her in, Irma - I wonder what she'll make of your new dress?"

   Stella was left in no doubt of the teacher's response to her young
pupil's lycra mini-dress, for Miss Palmer, even as she was being introduced
to everyone, could hardly keep her eyes off the 6-year-old.  There was no
doubt an element of surprise, even shock, in the young woman's expression
but above all she did little to hide her delight.

   Miss Palmer, or Lindsay, as she later asked to be called, was a young
woman in her mid-twenties, fairly tall and auburn-haired, with an
attractiveness which became more apparent over time.  She was wearing a
simple cotton dress which suited her and was sufficiently close-fitting to
display her slender figure.  Given the nature of her visit she had been
nervous about meeting Irma's parents, a nervousness made even more acute
when realized that Stella's parents would be party to what she needed to
say.  However, she was soon put at her ease, by Stella in particular who
brought her a coffee and was clearly pleased to see her.

   "Irma talks about you a lot, Miss Palmer," said Stella.  "I know you're
her favourite teacher - she really looks forward to your lessons."

   "Teachers didn't look like you when I was a young lad," said Ralph,
smiling at Lindsay.  "Perhaps as well - I wouldn't have been able to
concentrate on my lessons with a good-looking bit of skirt like you
teaching me!"

   Lindsay knew that she really ought to have been offended by these
remarks, and yet she couldn't help but be gratified by them.  Ralph's
admiration was clearly sincere and she found it impossible to be displeased
by them.

   "I'm sorry to disturb you on a Sunday," she said, deciding to come to
the point of her visit, despite her anxiety about doing so, "but I need to
let you know that Irma gave me a present for my birthday on Friday which I
imagine you know nothing about."

   With that, the young teacher unwrapped the paper package she had brought
with her and held up the contents, her face flushed with embarrassment.

   "That's a pair of Irma's knickers!" exclaimed Stella.  "I wondered what
had happened to them!  She only has two pairs with her name embroidered on
them, and I could only find one pair after last washday.  What a lovely
present to give to Miss Palmer, Irma, but why didn't you let me know?"

   "I forgot, Mummy," said the 6-year-old calmly, seemingly unconcerned by
her lapse of memory.

   "Oh, well, I don't suppose it matters, but perhaps Miss Palmer doesn't
agree with me that a pair of your knickers is a lovely birthday present for
you to give her.  I imagine that her coming here today shows that she
considers them entirely inappropriate.  I dare say that most teachers would
say that of such a gift from a little girl like you, though I must admit
that though I've only just met her I would hope that Miss Palmer is more
large-minded than that."

   "Oh, I am!" said Lindsay immediately, folding Irma's knickers carefully
and re-wrapping them.  "I can't tell you how delighted I was by Irma's
present!  She's absolutely my favourite pupil, and to receive such an
intimate gift from her made my birthday extra-special.  It's just that I
couldn't help but worry about what you and your husband would think if you
found out about it, supposing you didn't already know, which seemed most
unlikely.  I imagined you informing my headmistress, whom I'm not sure
approves of me, and that that would lead to my dismissal and even the
authorities being notified."

   "There's no question of that," said Stella, with a smile.  "Irma is a
very loving little girl and my husband and I aren't about to object to her
forming close friendships with people we approve of, and I think I can
speak for both of us when I say that you're definitely in that category."

   "Absolutely!" said Bill, looking at the pretty young teacher with open
admiration.

   "That's such a relief!" said Lindsay, her face glowing with pleasure. 
"I've been so anxious!  I've taken Irma's panties to bed with me the last
two nights and now I can continue doing that without any worries."

   Stella turned to her daughter.  "Do you remember putting a lipstick kiss
on my birthday card, Irma?  Perhaps Miss Palmer would like you to put one
on the panties you gave her?"

   "Oh, yes please!" said Lindsay, clearly delighted by the suggestion.  "I
already consider them to be the best birthday present I've ever had, but
that would make them extra-special."

   "Give them here, then, and I'll just put a spot of lippy on Irma.  By
the way, what do you think of her new mini-dress?  Have you ever seen a
sexier 6-year-old?"

   "Irma looks absolutely delicious!  That dress shows off the loveliness
of her body to perfection.  I don't suppose as her teacher I should be
saying this, but I have to agree that she's a very sexy little girl
indeed!"

   Stella smiled her approval of the young teacher's remark as she
carefully applied bright red lipstick to Irma's mouth.

   "I've been thinking that perhaps you would like to have a pair of Irma's
used knickers over the weekend sometime.  She could give them to you at
school last thing on Friday and then you could take them home until Monday.
It's just an idea, though.  You may not ... "

   "That would be wonderful!" interrupted Lindsay.  "You're so good to me,
Mrs King.  I never thought, when I came here today, that you would be so
understanding!"

   "Please call me Stella.  I'm sure we're going to be good friends, so
there's no need to be formal.  I just thought that you would want to keep
Irma's birthday panties clean, whereas you could do what you want with her
used ones over a weekend.  I mean, you could masturbate with them if you
wanted to, for example.  As long as you don't wash them before giving them
back, of course.  It would be lovely to see them stained with your pussy
juices, if you don't mind me speaking of such things."

   "Not at all!" said Lindsay, as she watched Irma press her lipsticked
lips against the white cotton material of her knickers.  "It's so
invigorating to be able to talk so freely with you about Irma.  I adore her
so much, Stella, and when she presented me with her panties I thought I'd
died and gone to heaven, before I started worrying about the possible
consequences."

   "The only consequences are going to be good ones, I can assure you.  For
example, I'd like you to come over sometime and help me fully make-up
Irma's face, rather than just apply lipstick to her.  Can you imagine how
hot she would look like that, dressed in something nice and slutty like her
mini-dress and black lace panties?  Like a kind of high-class child
prostitute - how good would that be?"

   "That would be wonderful!  If ever Irma became a child prostitute she
would make her fortune - and that's just from what I would be prepared to
pay her for her services!"

   "There's no need for you to pay anything," said Stella, smiling at the
young teacher.  "Irma will only ever act the whore for family and friends,
and for them payment would be unthinkable."

   Lindsay couldn't decide if Stella's talk of her young daughter acting
the whore was meant sincerely or was merely a fantasy which she was
expected to realize would never become reality.  Even if it was only the
latter, and Lindsay had to assume for the time being that such was the
case, that fantasy was tremendously exciting.

   "Can I kiss Miss Palmer, as well?" asked Irma, as the teacher smilingly
took the 6-year-old's knickers from her.

   "I don't see why not, but three kisses only," said Stella.  "Once you
start you don't know when to stop, which is delightful usually, but Miss
Palmer and I still have things to talk about."

   Lindsay leaned forward from her seat on the sofa as Irma came over to
her and felt the 6-year-old's soft lipsticked mouth gently touch hers. 
Equally gentle kisses followed on each side of her neck, and these seemed
to Lindsay to be wonderfully intimate.

   She had for a while been fascinated by the way the 6-year-old's nipples
showed slightly through the thin clinging material of her dress, and now
revealed them by pulling on her neckline, kissing them both adoringly as
she held Irma's hands.

   "I hope you don't mind," said Lindsay.  "Her little nips have been
tempting me ever since I came into the room."

   "Not at all," replied Stella.  "Temptations should be satisfied wherever
possible, I've always thought, and that's certainly the case where my
darling girl is concerned!"

   Lindsay noticed that Stella's husband and parents were seemingly
contented to leave the talking to her, apparently accepting that she was
the main arbiter of all things concerning her young daughter.

   "In actual fact," continued Stella, "I was wondering if you would like
to give Irma's nipples a tweak or two when you're at school together.  Bill
and I are doing the same at home, hoping to stimulate them so they have
more of a tendency to stiffen up a little.  It looks so hot when you can
see them through the little slut's clothes!"

   "I'll do that!" agreed Lindsay enthusiastically, already trying to
decide which would be the best way to arrange such an intimacy in a busy
school day.  "I ought to mention too that the Headmistress unfortunately
overheard Irma telling me I was a `sexy bitch' when we were in the
storeroom together.  Irma was helping me arrange some books and I was so
entranced by being alone with her that I didn't notice Mrs Channing come
into the room.  I was standing on a ladder to put some books on a high
shelf, and Irma was looking up my skirt, quite openly I might add, and
saying how much she liked me, and then what a sexy bitch I was.  I was
enchanted by this, as you can imagine, and smiled at her, but then I saw
the Head and knew that she'd heard what Irma had said."

   "What was her response?"

   "She acted as though she hadn't in fact heard anything, but I know she
had.  I'm not sure if she means to refer to it when we have our regular
meeting tomorrow, but I almost hope she does so that I get an idea if she's
going to discipline me in any way, as she's fully entitled to do going by
school regulations."

   "Perhaps Mrs Channing agrees with Irma that you're sexy and is reluctant
to punish you in any way."

   "Well, I have caught her giving me a look or two which suggest that she
finds me attractive.  Hopefully she does - that would help matters,
wouldn't it, surely?"

   "I would have thought so.  Let me know what happens, will you?  We need
to know if the Headmistress is going to be a problem or not!"

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   (to be continued ... )

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