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 Author: David Stephens
Title: Irma
Part: Chapter 3
Keywords: FF/g, pedo



   Irma - Chapter 3

   by David Stephens



   "Before you go, Miss Palmer, we need to talk about what happened in the
storeroom last week.  You understand what I mean, of course?"

   "Yes, Mrs Channing," said Lindsay, feeling suddenly queasy even though
she had been half expecting this.  Her regular meeting with the
headmistress had been routine up to that moment and she had started to feel
almost secure.

   "I know that it can be difficult for my teachers when they're surrounded
by pretty little girls all day long.  We both of us know that Irma King is
especially adorable and I don't blame you in the least for forming a close
relationship with her, even though it goes against the school regulations -
though I'm sure you can see that I can't just ignore it."

   "I've tried to be discreet," said Lindsay, judging that it was pointless
to deny her growing intimacy with the 6-year-old, "but it's almost
impossible for me to pretend that Irma is just another pupil.  I must admit
that we are very close, you will no doubt say too close, but she is a very
loving little girl and I do absolutely adore her."

   "I understand that, Miss Palmer, and can quite appreciate your feelings
for Irma, but I have a duty to her parents and when I find her looking up
your skirt in the storeroom, with your full knowledge and consent I might
add, and referring to you as a `sexy bitch', then you must appreciate that
I can't let such behaviour go by without comment."

   "Irma's parents do in fact know about my relationship with her and fully
approve of it," said Lindsay, unwilling to give more details of that
approval for the moment but hopeful that it would help her in the awkward
situation in which she found herself.

   "Indeed?" said Mrs Channing, looking not exactly disbelieving but
definitely somewhat doubtful.  "Perhaps I should have a word with Mrs King
before we go any further.  I believe she should be at home at this time of
day."

   Before Lindsay had time to gather her thoughts and decide whether
Stella's intervention would help the situation or otherwise, the
headmistress was on the phone and explaining matters to Irma's mother, in
an unusually hesitant manner which was no doubt understandable given the
subject of the ensuing conversation.

   "Yes, Mrs King," said the headmistress after a few minutes, having in an
embarrassed tone described how she had found Lindsay and Irma in the
storeroom, "I entirely accept that Irma was in no way being coerced by Miss
Palmer in any way, but when a 6-year-old pupil refers to her teacher as a
`sexy bitch' you'll understand why I needed to talk to you."

   She listened to Stella's reply, her handsome face flushing.  "I'm not
sure that it's relevant but yes, I am in full agreement.  Miss Palmer is a
very attractive young woman and if you are happy to go along with her
growing intimacy with Irma then I have no objection to her developing that
intimacy on school premises, providing she proceeds in a circumspect
manner."

   "That's a very unusual request, Mrs King," said the headmistress, after
listening for a while with a slightly surprised expression, "but I'll do as
you ask.  Irma is a special little girl, as you say, and I'm willing to
help you in this matter in any way I can."

   The conversation ended shortly afterwards and Mrs Channing turned to
Lindsay, her normally severe expression having softened during her exchange
with Stella.

   "It seems that Mrs King is indeed enthusiastic about your relationship
with Irma, and so I find that I can't really make any complaint about it
myself.  Mrs King makes the point that Irma is a sexually aware little girl
and that she trusts you to develop your intimate relationship with her in a
loving manner."

   After a few moments hesitation she continued: "I also understand that
Irma has promised to give you her panties on Friday and Mrs King has asked
me to allow my office to be used for that purpose, given the obvious need
for privacy.  I've given my permission willingly, though I'm not quite sure
what you need Irma's panties for."

   Lindsay thought for a moment before replying.  It was difficult to know
how forthright to be with the headmistress.  She had been surprisingly
compliant, given that she was being asked to if not actually promote a
sexual relationship between teacher and pupil, then to accept it without
complaint.  On the whole, Lindsay decided that it was best to be fully open
and hope that Mrs Channing was as sympathetic towards her feelings for
little Irma as she increasingly appeared to be.

   "They're a kind of love-token, Mrs Channing, an offering from Irma to
signify that she freely gives herself to me and accepts me as her lover.  I
take her knickers to bed with me and when they've been worn I sniff and
lick them and push them between my labia and masturbate with them."

   She could feel her face flushing as she waited for a response from the
headmistress, wondering if she'd been more candid than wise.  Mrs
Channing's sympathy may not after all be open-ended, and though her
expression showed none of the disapproval that it might have done, neither
was there any sign of encouragement.

   "I take it from what you say that you are not in any way ashamed of what
many would say was an unnatural desire for a 6-year-old girl?  You would
accept, I assume, that you are a pedophile?"

   "I feel no shame at all about my love for Irma!  I am indeed a pedophile
and I glory in that fact.  Being sexually attracted to children is in my
estimation not at all unnatural, indeed I believe that it's the most
natural thing in the world.  Pedophilia, in its truest sense, is
incomparably beautiful and I also believe that many more people will come
to understand that in the not too distant future."

   The headmistress said nothing for a while.  Indeed, she was hardly
capable of expressing what she felt, mainly because she was confused about
her feelings.  It was true that she fully appreciated the attractiveness of
many of her young pupils, and that she was willing to turn a blind eye if
one of her teachers formed a close relationship with one of the girls,
providing that the relationship stayed within certain bounds and that it
was kept as private as possible.  However, Miss Palmer's open avowal of her
pedophilic desire for 6-year-old Irma was disturbing, not least because she
was uncomfortably aware that she was beginning to feel a similar desire
herself, not only for the bewitching Irma but for a number of the other
attractive little girls who she saw on a daily basis during school hours.

   "Pedophilia may well be as beautiful as you say, Miss Palmer - I'm quite
prepared to believe that, though I know the school authorities would be
horrified if they knew I'd said so, but as I say I must put the well-being
of Irma foremost.  It occurs to me that there has been no mention of Irma's
father as regards your relationship with her, and if he and Mrs King are
also, well, intimate with her."

   Lindsay smiled.  "Bill and Stella are certainly intimate with Irma, as
you put it, in that they molest her on a daily basis.  Just the thought of
a child being sexually molested thrills me immensely, though I must
emphasize that in this case Irma adores being molested by her parents and
indeed often instigates sexual activity between them."

   "I can well believe that!" said the headmistress, a glimmer of a smile
on her face.

   "Irma particularly loves being ejaculated on," said Lindsay, quickly
deciding that for the time being it would be best not to disclose that it
was not only the 6-year-old's father but also her grandfather who
ejaculated on her.  "Actually I have a couple of snaps of her, close-ups of
her semen-decorated face, if you would like to see them?"

   Mrs Channing tried to appear as though she was indifferent as to whether
she looked at the photos or not, but Lindsay was as certain as she could be
that the headmistress was in fact eager to view them.  The glint in her
eyes when Lindsay had talked of the 6-year-old being molested had been
clearly evident to the young teacher and had confirmed her opinion that the
headmistress was undoubtedly excited by the idea of Irma being sexually
used by her parents.

   As the headmistress hesitated, Lindsay took the photos from an inside
pocket and handed them over.  There were only two of them, one showing
Irma's smiling face, eyes closed and splashed with thick gouts of creamy
semen.  The second image looked to have been taken just after the first but
now displaying the 6-year-old naked to the waist and with cum dribbling
down her face and dripping from her chin.

   "Doesn't she look adorable like that?" said Lindsay, trying to gauge if
the headmistress agreed with her.

   "Absolutely!" replied Mrs Channing eventually, after clearly struggling
with her thoughts.  "She looks so happy to have her pretty face covered
with semen, doesn't she?"

   "And can you see the tip of her tongue poking out from between her lips?
She loves the taste of her daddy's sperm - I must say that I'm partial to a
mouthful of warm semen myself!"

   "I can't say that I've ever experienced that myself," said the
headmistress dryly, aware that Lindsay was being intentionally provocative.

   The conversation she was having with Miss Palmer was becoming more
extraordinary as it continued, not to say positively obscene, and it was
clearly her duty to bring it quickly to an end and then decide how she was
going to deal with it.  But looking at Irma's happy face splattered with
semen she knew that she didn't want to bring it to an end.  The possibility
that there were more lewd images of the sweet 6-year-old which Miss Palmer
would be willing to show her was an inducement to continue the
conversation, which in any case was in itself thrilling in its frankness.

   "I'm sure that Bill would be more than happy to ejaculate in your mouth,
if you wanted me to arrange it!" laughed Lindsay, as though she didn't mean
her words to be taken literally, though Mrs Channing had the feeling that
the young teacher did in fact mean what she said, a prospect which excited
her greatly.

   "I'll keep your offer in mind," the headmistress said, smilingly, before
coming to a point which had puzzled her.  "Irma's nipples look surprisingly
red in this second photo, don't they?  I would have expected them to be
quite pale, as little girls' nipples usually are."

   "Oh, I took that picture after I'd been paying some attention to her
little nips, just before her daddy spunked on her face.  You know, rubbing
and pinching them to try and make them more sensitive so that Irma feels
more pleasure in that area during sex play."

   "Is that something you do often?"

   "Quite often, yes.  It was Stella who had the idea originally.  She
hopes that if we stimulate Irma's nipples regularly, they'll be ever more
likely to become at least partially erect.  For example, the idea of Irma's
stiffening nipples showing through a skimpy camisole top is as hot as fuck,
I'm sure you'll agree!"

   "I'm so sorry, Headmistress!" Lindsay continued after a moment, after
realizing what she had said in her excitement.  "I got a little carried
away there and shouldn't have said that."

   To her immense relief Mrs Channing only smiled.  "You probably shouldn't
have said most of what you have done during the last few minutes, but it's
a little too late to worry about that.  Before we go on I really think we
can dispense with formalities, given the nature of our conversation.  I
know that you're Lindsay and you can call me Dolores, or even better,
Dolly. And for the record, yes, I do agree that the idea of Irma's nipples
showing through a skimpy top is as hot as fuck, as you so vividly put it."

   "I'm so glad, Dolly!  Stella wants me to pay some attention to Irma's
nipples during school hours, if at all possible, and I wondered if you
would let me bring her in here sometime, as it's the only place that's
really private for something like that.  The storeroom is also a
possibility, of course, but it will start looking suspicious if Irma and I
are alone in there too much.  Besides, in here you'll have the pleasure of
watching me molest the child, and even help me molest her yourself, if you
want to!"

   "Bring Irma here at afternoon break," said the headmistress promptly. 
"We'll have twenty minutes with her, which should be very enjoyable
indeed."

   "We will be undisturbed, won't we?" asked Lindsay, starting to feel a
little wary now that her plans were starting to come to fruition in a
manner which had hardly seemed possible, even in her more optimistic moods.

   She knew that the headmistress had a new secretary, who she hadn't yet
seen, and who possibly hadn't started her new job yet, as there had been no
signs of occupancy of the room next door which used to be the domain of the
elderly Miss Potter who had recently retired.

   "There's no need to worry, Lindsay," said the headmistress, noting the
young teacher's glance at the door leading to the secretary's room, which
was ajar.  "Sonya has been in her office during our little talk and has no
doubt heard everything we said, but she's quite trustworthy, I can assure
you."

   With that, a young woman of about twenty came into the room and smiled
shyly at Lindsay before sitting by the side of the headmistress.  She was
slim and quietly attractive but seemed diffident and slightly nervous.

   "This is Sonya Parkinson," said the headmistress, "my new secretary and
my lover.  She didn't get the job just because she's my lover you must
understand, but I have to admit that it did help her cause."

   She smiled lovingly at the young woman and all at once Lindsay saw how
attractive the usually stern-faced headmistress could look.

   "I've noticed how many times you and Irma have gone into the storeroom,
Miss Palmer," said Sonya, "and how happy you both looked when you came out,
and told Dolly of my suspicions.  Not that I disapprove of the relationship
I assumed you had with Irma, rather the reverse, but as the headmistress I
believed she needed to know."

   "So that's why you came to look for Irma and me in the storeroom, Dolly,
which led to today's understanding between us.  I ought to thank you,
Sonya. Without your intervention events wouldn't have turned out as happily
as they have done."

   "I'm pleased to be of help," said Sonya, taking hold of the two photos
of Irma which the headmistress had handed to her and gazing at them
intently.  "The child is certainly a hot bitch, isn't she?  I've thought
that just watching her around the school in her cute blouse and skirt, but
seeing her half-naked like this with cum drooling down her pretty face just
confirms what a delicious little slut she is!"

   "You look a little shocked, Lindsay, by Sonya's use of the terms `hot
bitch' and `slut' to refer to Irma," said the headmistress, "but it was you
who used the term `hot as fuck' in reference to her.  I don't think we
three need to be too careful about the language we use about Irma from now
on."

   "I totally agree, Dolly.  It's just that I was expecting our usual
businesslike meeting this morning, not to be discussing the sexual
attractiveness of a 6-year-old little girl in such a graphic way.  Not that
I'm complaining, you understand!  Irma is undoubtedly a hot bitch, as Sonya
says, and she's not the only little girl in this school who can be
described as such!"

   "By the way, Lindsay, when I was on the telephone with Mrs King she
mentioned in passing something about dressing Irma up and putting make-up
on her.  Do you know what that's all about?  It sound's very interesting, I
must say."

   "You can say that again!  The idea was to dress Irma up in something
slinky and revealing, making her appear as slutty as possible, with full
make-up on, so that she looks like a kind of particularly delectable child
prostitute touting for business.  Then we were going to take photos of her
and send them to a magazine called `Loli-sluts' which specializes in images
of scantily-clad little girls."

   "Sounds like a very good idea," said Dolly.  "What's the problem?  Mrs
King seemed to think there was some difficulty."

   "Well, it's not easy to find clothes which will fit a girl of Irma's age
that are as disgracefully slutty as we would like them to be.  She has
some, but not as many as we would like.  What we really could do with is
someone who has some skills as a dressmaker who could make a variety of
salacious items for Irma, and who isn't likely to be fazed by the fact that
they're intended to make her look like a whore."

   "Look no further," said Sonya smilingly.  "If I say so myself I'm a more
than proficient dressmaker and I'd love to design some really tarty outfits
for the delightful Irma.  Leave it with me and I'll get back to you as soon
as I can."

   "That's perfect, darling," said the headmistress, looking adoringly at
her lover.  "We'll have to leave it there anyway - it's high time we were
all back at work.  You and I have a lot of paperwork to catch up with after
Miss Potter's departure and Lindsay her has her little girls to teach, as
well as to lust over!"

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   It wasn't until midday that Lindsay saw Sonya again, in the canteen. 
They shared a table and in an undertone exchanged views on the desirability
or otherwise of the little girls around them having their lunch.

   "Look at that little peach in the pigtails over there!" enthused Sonya.
"I wonder if she realizes that her skirt is hiked up and giving us a good
show of her lovely legs?"

   "It wouldn't surprise me.  Some of these girls are much more sexually
aware than you might imagine.  That one, Tessa Alcott, in particular. 
She's a flirtatious little thing and is perfectly conscious of how
attractive she is."

   At that moment Tessa looked towards the teacher and secretary and smiled
at them in a way which somehow expressed both shyness and the
flirtatiousness which Lindsay had charged her with.

   "See what I mean?" said Lindsay.  "She knows we're admiring her and
loves the attention.  Look at the way she's slowly hitching her skirt up
even further - you can just about see her knickers now.  You've just got to
adore her - she's such a dirty slut!"

   "I take it that Tessa is one of your favourite girls of the ones you
lust over?" laughed Sonya.

   "After my darling Irma, yes she is.  She's a year older than Irma and
she's the only other pupil here other than her that I've had some success
with, sexually.  It's always difficult to know which girls are likely to
accept your first tentative caresses with pleasure and those who will
decline your overtures and possibly complain to another teacher, or to
mummy.  With Tessa there was never any chance that she was going to reject
me.  I'll show you what I mean."

   With that, Lindsay went over to Tessa's table and whispered in her ear.
Whatever it was she said seemed to please the 7-year-old, judging by the
slight smile which appeared on her face and which remained there as the
teacher came back to Sonya.

   "Come with me quickly," Lindsay said, beckoning to her friend. 
"Lunchtime is almost over and I need to be in class soon, but there's time
for us to have a few minutes fun with Miss Alcott."

   Sonya hurried after Lindsay out of the canteen and down the corridor
which led to the girls' toilets.

   "Keep an eye out for Tessa," said Lindsay as she pushed open the door of
the toilets and saw that there was no one about.  "I think we're in luck,
but I must make sure."

   As Tessa came in sight, Lindsay poked her head out of the door and
beckoned to Sonya.

   "All clear!  Come in quickly, the both of you.  Take Tessa into the end
cubicle, Sonya, and sit down with her on your lap."

   Sonya hurried into the cubicle and settled herself on the closed toilet
seat, pulling the 7-year-old on to her knees.  It occurred to her that
Tessa seemed totally at ease with the situation, as though it was perfectly
normal.  To her, in contrast, the situation was far from normal and though
she felt excited she was also apprehensive.  If anyone discovered them they
would clearly be in serious trouble.

   "Don't look so worried, Sonya," laughed Lindsay, crouching down.  "We're
just going to have a little fun with this slut.  It's what Tessa expects,
isn't it, you little whore?  That's why she was showing off her pretty legs
for us."

   She leaned forward and softly kissed the 7-year-old on the mouth, the
little girl's arms coming round her neck and pulling her closer.  With
tongues entwined the lingering kiss became more passionate, not only on the
part of Lindsay but also that of Tessa, who was clearly not as sexually
inexperienced as Sonya had naturally assumed her to be in the canteen.

   At that moment the bell rang to end lunchtime and Lindsay unwillingly
broke of the kiss.

   "Shit!  I thought we had more time.  Just get your hand in Tessa's
knickers, Sonya, and feel her up a bit.  She'll be disappointed if you
don't."

   For a moment Sonya thought her friend was joking, so taken aback was
she, but then Tessa looked up at her imploringly and she slid her hand down
the waistband of the little girl's skirt and inside her white cotton
panties.  Any doubts about Tessa's willingness to be molested disappeared
when she eagerly opened her legs wide at the first touch of the secretary's
finger on her pussy.

   "Just a quick grope," said Lindsay, "and then we'll have to go.  Next
time we'll have to ask the head if we can take Tessa into her office and
molest her there.  Molest her thoroughly, I mean, as the little slut
deserves."

   The 7-year-old had been moaning softly as Sonya explored between her
open legs, her moans turning to ones of disappointment when the secretary
removed her hand and hastily carried the child from the cubicle and lowered
her to the floor.

   "I'll molest you properly next time, sweetie, I promise!" said Sonya,
giving the 7-year-old a quick kiss on the mouth.

   Tessa smiled at the secretary and then took hold of the hand which had
been in her knickers and sucked wetly on the fingers which had probed her
vulval slit, before running out into the corridor without a word.

   "That little one is such an enthusiastic slut," said Lindsay, as she and
Sonya left the girls' toilets and rapidly made their way to their
respective rooms.  "I remember the first time I put my hand on her bottom
and the way she looked at me with those lovely eyes of hers.  I knew she
wanted more, and how right I've been proved to be!  The main problem I've
had is finding somewhere in the school where I can molest her, as with
Irma."

   "Dolly will surely let you use her office now, won't she?"

   "I'm hoping so.  In any case, before we worry about that, we have a
delightful twenty minutes with Irma to look forward to this afternoon. 
You'll be there, won't you?"

   "You can be sure of that!"

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   (to be continued ... )

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