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 Author: David Stephens
Title: Irma
Part: Chapter 5
Keywords: FF/g, inc, pedo



   Irma - Chapter 5

   by David Stephens

   As Iona Lomax walked up the driveway to the Kings' house she was feeling
slightly nervous, although uncertain as to why.  She had enjoyed chatting
to Stella King in the local pub the other day and had been pleased when
asked to take photos of her 6-year-old daughter, which were apparently
going to be submitted to a magazine for possible inclusion there.

   Iona was only an amateur photographer, but serious about her hobby and
perhaps therefore, she thought, naturally anxious to provide a set of
images which would satisfy her new friend.  Photographing Irma should be a
pleasant task anyway.  She had seen the 6-year-old in the pub garden and
had been entranced by her, quite disturbingly so.  Although she would have
once considered herself to be completely heterosexual, recently she had
been attracted to young girls, though none before as young as Irma.

   The door was open before she could ring the bell and a smiling Stella
showed her into the living-room and invited her to take a seat.

   "It's so good of you to help me out, Iona.  Irma has been at me for a
while to get some photos taken for the magazine, but I needed to find the
right person and I'm sure that you're the one.

   Iona wasn't quite sure what was meant by her being the right person, but
smiled in response.  She was starting to feel uncomfortably heated in her
sweater and jeans and wished she had put on something lighter.

   "Irma's getting ready upstairs," said Stella.  "It's quite warm in here,
isn't it?  You're looking a little flushed, if I may say so.  You could
change into something of mine, if you like.  I'm sure you'll feel more
comfortable, and in any case Irma prefers her women in something more
revealing!"

   Another comment which Iona found a little opaque, though at the same
time interesting and not a little stimulating.  For some reason the idea
that she should dress in something revealing at the whim of a child of six
didn't seem at all absurd, at least not when that child was the delectable
Irma.

   "Come upstairs to my bedroom," said Stella, "and we'll find something
more appropriate for you to wear.  There's a copy of `Loli-sluts' on the
coffee table there which you can look at after to give you an idea of what
I'm looking for."

   A startled Iona thought she must have misheard the name of the magazine,
but as she followed Stella out of the room she had time to glance at its
cover and saw that it was indeed called `Loli-sluts'.  Even more
astonishing than that was the image on the cover, which was of a smiling
little girl of about Irma's age naked but for the briefest of bikini
bottoms, the top half discarded by her side.  Her pretty mouth had been
carefully made-up with bright scarlet lipstick, as had her little nipples,
and across her slim torso was scrawled the word `slut!'

   Iona was feeling even warmer now and she knew that it was nothing to do
with what she was wearing.  She was clearly getting into something unusual
here and, somewhat timid and unadventurous by nature, her first instinct
was to make some kind of excuse and renege on her offer.

   However, the thought of her taking photos of Irma similar to the one on
the `Loli-sluts' cover was so enticing that it overcame her inclination to
retreat from the curious but undoubtedly fascinating situation in which she
found herself.

   A few minutes later, under Stella's supervision, she was dressed in a
very short skirt and a semi-transparent sleeveless top which showed her
lean midriff.

   "That's better!" said Stella.  "You looked good before but now you look
as sexy as hell, and I know Irma will think the same.  That combination of
bare midriff and bare legs is a killer.  Bare breasts under that filmy top
would be even better, but I don't suppose you ... ?"

   She left the question hanging and though Iona shook her head blushingly,
she didn't appear to be in any way offended.

   In fact, although Iona had automatically rejected the possibility as
being not something she could even consider, she secretly would have loved
to appear before Stella, and even more so Irma, with her small but shapely
breasts covered only by the thin material of her top.

   "If you want to go and look at `Loli-sluts' now," said Stella, "I'll go
and see how Irma is getting on and bring her down to you in a few minutes."

   When the 6-year-old did arrive in the living-room with her mother, Iona
was so engrossed in the `Loli-sluts' magazine that for a moment or two she
didn't even notice.

   Page after glossy page displayed half-naked little girls, dressed in a
variety of scanty clothes which were clearly designed to expose as much of
the girls' immature bodies as possible, while still leaving them
technically decent, though the impression made was still one of blatant
indecency, enhanced by the fact that most of the girls had their faces
made-up, some with a degree of subtlety, but many with quite heavily-
applied lipstick, rouge and mascara which made them look deliciously tarty
to Iona, once she had got over her initial shock.

   And then to look up and see Irma before her in a skin-tight
cream-coloured dress which was extremely low-cut and short and displayed
her bare arms and legs to perfection, her pretty face carefully lipsticked
and rouged, was heaven indeed!

   "What do you think?" said Stella.  "Gorgeous little slut, isn't she?"

   Iona didn't quite know what to say.  She was chary of disclosing her
true feelings, and yet it was apparent that the little girl's mother was
unlikely to be shocked by them.

   "Yes," she said, laughing.  "Irma is a gorgeous little slut!  There are
some sweet things in the `Loli-sluts' magazine, but none of them compare to
your little girl."

   "You don't think I've gone overboard on the make-up?  I want her to look
like a baby-whore without covering up her natural beauty."

   "Not at all.  Irma looks like the prettiest child whore imaginable.  The
guys who buy the `Loli-sluts' magazine will positively drool over pictures
of her."

   "Not only the guys, surely.  I'll be drooling over them, if you do as
good a job as I expect you to, and I'm certain there'll be plenty of other
women doing the same."

   "Look!" said Irma suddenly, lifting up her dress to her waist to reveal
a tiny pair of black knickers with a mesh panel at the front which did
little to conceal her charms.  "You can see my cunt!"

   Iona tried to react to the 6-year-old's remark with the nonchalance of
one who was accustomed to hearing such indecencies from the painted lips of
a little girl dressed as a prostitute, though in reality she was somewhat
taken aback.

   "And what a lovely cunt it is!" said Iona, after a short pause, noting
by Stella's gratified smile that she was saying the right thing.  "You're a
lovely little girl with a lovely cunt."

   Irma was always delighted to receive compliments, particularly regarding
her sexual attractiveness, but on the other hand was willing to pay
compliments of her own to those who pleased her.

   "I like you!  You're a sexy bitch.  Can I look at your tits?"

   "You must be high in Irma's favour," laughed Stella.  "It's usually only
her teacher who she refers to as a `sexy bitch'!"

   "Show me your tits, Iona!" demanded the 6-year-old insistently.  "I've
shown you my cunt!"

   "Not properly," Iona found herself saying, to her own amazement.

   Irma instantly pulled her knickers down to mid-thigh and widened her
legs, spreading her plump labia to reveal the moist pinkness of her inner
lips and the opening of her vagina.

   "There you go!" said Stella.  "It's your turn now."

   Iona could hardly believe that she was about to bare her breasts at the
behest of a scantily-clad 6-year-old, but in the unusual and undoubtedly
exciting situation in which she found herself, she knew that she longed to
expose herself to the gaze of this lovely child, not to mention that of her
new friend who was looking at her with apparently eager anticipation.

   "Get your tits out, bitch!" laughed Irma as Iona blushingly pulled her
top over her head.

   "Allow me," said Stella, unhooking and removing Iona's bra.  "Your
breasts are perfectly lovely - I don't know why you were so shy about
showing them off before."

   "Why are Iona's nipples so hard and sticking out like that, Mummy?"
asked Irma.

   "I guess because she's aroused, as well she might be with a sexy little
girl like you looking at her with what can only be described as lust in her
eyes."

   "Mummy says she'd love to see me with nipple rings.  Would you, Iona?"

   There was only one possible answer, thought Iona, to such a provocative
query.  "You'd look even sexier than usual, if that's possible, with rings
through your sweet little nips."

   "And imagine how hot the little slut would look with a ring through her
bottom lip!" enthused Stella.  "We've discussed that, along with many other
delightful possible placement of studs and rings on her lovely body."

   "I'd love to take photos of Irma with a nose ring and eyebrow
piercings," said Iona.  "And a leather dog collar round her neck!"

   "With `Daddy's bitch' on it."

   "Or `Mummy's bitch'," suggested Iona, her nipples growing even more
erect.

   "Or `Hot cunt'!  She could have a variety of collars with different
obscenities written on them, perhaps suited to a particular occasion."

   "What about one with `Rape me!' on it, Mummy," suggested Irma excitedly,
"for when daddy and grandpa do me?"

   For the first time Iona couldn't help but appear a little shocked and
Stella hastened to explain matters.

   "My husband and father haven't yet had full sex with Irma, though Bill
and I both consider that she's more than ready to take cock inside her, but
when they do fuck her it will be rape, of course, as the law in it's wisdom
makes the ridiculous assumption that a 6-year-old is too immature to freely
consent to intercourse."

   "I really, really want daddy and gramps to rape me, Mummy!" said Irma.

   "I know you do, child.  Daddy was so close to doing you last night, but
I know he would like to wait a little until he can arrange for someone to
video your first time - or a set of photographs would be nice as well,
taken by someone trustworthy."

   This was said with a knowing glance at Iona, who tried at first to
pretend that she didn't understand what Stella was suggesting.  Taking
photographs of a scantily-clad Irma was one thing, but taking them while
the 6-year-old was raped by her father and grandfather was something else
altogether.

   Then again, Iona thought, the little girl was clearly genuinely eager to
be penetrated by her daddy and grandpa, as she had so enthusiastically
stated, and so why shouldn't she be the one to record what was going to be
a very important event in Irma's sexual awakening?

   "I'll take some photos for you, Stella," Iona said suddenly, almost
before she had made up her mind what she was going to do.  "You can trust
me to keep quiet about today and when Irma is, er ... "

   "Raped and sexually defiled by both my husband and father?" suggested
Stella smilingly.

   "Yes," agreed Iona quietly, becoming disturbingly excited by thoughts of
the two men urgently sexually abusing the pretty 6-year-old.

   "You ought to be paid for your time and skill really ..  "

   "Oh, no!  That's not necessary at all."

   "Well, I wasn't thinking of money changing hands, though only because I
was sure that you wouldn't want that.  But if Bill and my father are going
to use Irma's lovely body to satisfy their perverted pedophilic desires, I
can't see why you shouldn't use her to satisfy your own lust."

   "I don't know what to say," murmured Iona, even now her innate shyness
deterring her from expressing her true feelings about Irma.

   "You are sexually attracted to my little girl, aren't you?  I could see
that from the first when you saw her in the pub garden and couldn't take
your eyes off her."

   Iona nodded, unable to say anything.

   "I'm offering you the opportunity to molest her in any way you choose,
after Bill and my father have had their way with her.  You're not going to
turn down that opportunity, are you?"

   "No, I'm not!" replied Iona, after a short pause.  "How could I?  Irma
is so beautiful, so sexy.  I can just imagine how horrified my mother would
be if she heard me admitting to finding a 6-year-old girl sexually
desirable, but I can't help it - I want Irma so much it hurts!"

   Stella smiled.  "I'm so pleased!  I can't tell you how good it is to
know for certain that my new friend is a pedo bitch just like me!"

   Iona couldn't help but laugh.  She felt confident that from now on she
wouldn't just be the quiet, demure girl who was content to watch life from
a distance and keep her desires a carefully-hidden secret, but rather Iona
the pedo bitch, unashamed of her longing for little girls and intent on
using as many of them for her pleasure as she possibly could!

   "Just the idea of sexually abusing Irma gets me all hot and bothered!"
Iona laughed, confident now that there was no need to continue hiding what
had seemed until then to be her unnatural desires.  They no longer seemed
unnatural, particularly when the delectable Irma was before her.  How could
it be unnatural to desire such a lovely child?

   "Is my darling the only little girl who you fancy?" asked Stella.  "I
don't imagine, as bewitching as she is, that there aren't others who get
you all hot and bothered, as you put it."

   Iona hesitated for a moment, but then her new persona as a pedo bitch
took over and she readily admitted her lustful thoughts about the young
daughter of her next-door neighbour.

   "Her name is Dolly.  She's only four and she's such a sweet little
thing! I'd love to use her in all sorts of perverted ways, if only I could
persuade her mother to let me.  Lynn is my closest friend, and I know she'd
do anything for me usually, but allowing me to molest little Dolly would
surely be a step too far for her.  Anyway, how do you go about introducing
a subject like that into everyday conversation?"

   "It won't be easy, of course.  All you could do would be to regularly
tell your friend what a pretty child Dolly is, something which any mother
would naturally be pleased about, and then casually slip in an offhand
comment about Dolly being a sexy little thing, or something like that. 
Lynn's reaction to that may surprise you.  It's my contention that lots of
young mothers would be more than willing to have some sexy fun with their
little ones with suitable persuasion.  You need to be the persuader - it
will be a delicate task, but think of the wonderful time you could have
with your friend and her little girl if you're successful!"

   Iona could do little else but think of Stella's suggestion as she took
her camera from it's case and prepared to take the set of images of Irma
which would hopefully appear in a future edition of `Loli-sluts' magazine.
For a short while even the delightful prospect of photographing the
sexily-dressed 6-year-old was obscured by thoughts of she and Lynn
molesting 4-year-old Dolly, no doubt to the delight of the willing child.

   That was for the future, though, thought Iona.  Hopefully, anyway!  For
now the lovely figure of the scantily-clad Irma came back into focus and in
the bright light of the sunlit living-room she took numerous images of the
pretty 6-year-old in a variety of suggestive poses, often indeed frankly
indecent poses.  These were sometimes at the prompting of Stella, but more
often than not Irma instinctively moved from one position to the next,
effortlessly portraying herself as the most desirable child-whore
imaginable.

   "My little girl is such a natural slut, isn't she?" said Stella, her
pride in her daughter's seemingly inherent sense of how sexually desirable
she was, showing in her glowing expression.

   "She certainly is!" agreed Iona.  "It's so refreshing to meet a woman
who recognizes that her little girl is as hot as they come, and delights in
the fact instead of trying to pretend that girls of Irma's age are somehow
allowed to be considered pretty but not sexually alluring, when it's
patently obvious that many of them, Irma included, are as hot as fuck, if
you'll forgive the crudity of that expression when it's applied to your
little girl."

   "You can be as crude as you like, as far as I'm concerned!  In fact,
you've given me an idea.  Come here, Irma, and let me pull the top of your
dress down so we can get a good look at that lovely flat chest of yours."

   Stella urgently yanked down the 6-year-old's clinging dress, leaving her
bare to the waist, and then, searching in her handbag for the red lipstick
which she had used on the little girl's pouting mouth, carefully wrote `Hot
as fuck!' on the comely paleness of her chest, her pale nipples, now
slightly erect, showing through the `o' and `u' of the provocative
inscription.

   Iona took several more snaps of the 6-year-old as she proudly displayed
the indecent words so vividly written on her chest, smiling happily as she
did so.

   "I'm not sure if `Loli-sluts' will allow the use of `fuck' in their
magazine, despite the nature of their photos," said Stella.  "If not, I'll
keep any rejects for my personal cache of sexy images of my own darling
slut.  Speaking of which, let's have your dress pulled up now, Irma, so we
can see those deliciously tiny black panties of yours, and hopefully a good
view of your enchanting pussy."

   "Can I take my dress off, Mummy?  It'll be easier for Iona to take
photos of my cunt that way."

   "Any excuse to show off her gorgeous body!" laughed Stella.  "Go on
then, but you'll have to keep your panties on - `Loli-sluts' have a strict
non-nudity policy for some reason."

   When Iona had finished snapping several photos of the near-naked
6-year-old, focussing particularly on her plump labia, seen through the
fine mesh of her knickers, Stella took advantage of the situation by
additionally lipsticking `Hot as fuck!' on the little girl's belly, thighs
and forehead, Irma giggling delightedly as she did so.

   "I think that's enough as far as `Loli-sluts' are concerned," said
Stella.  "You can take your panties off now, Irma, and Iona can focus on
your sweet cunt, that is if she's willing to involve herself even further
in to what is to all intents and purposes child pornography."

   This was said with a slight smile which indicated that Stella wasn't
expecting her new friend to refuse to do as she was asked, and indeed
Iona's answering smile came quickly to confirm that she was more than
willing to do anything that was required of her.

   Irma eagerly removed her scanty black knickers and was soon posing on
the sofa, legs held wide apart and spreading her labia open to expose the
pinkness within.

   Iona took a few close-ups of the 6-year-old's vaginal entrance and tiny,
hooded clitoris, feeling increasingly aroused, before looking at Stella
undecidedly.

   "Have you got such a thing as baby oil, or something like that?" she
asked hesitantly.  "Irma's pussy, spread open like that, looks absolutely
divine, but don't you think that it would look even hotter with just a
smear of something on it to bring out the vividness of the pink colouring
and to make it look even more delectably juicy?"

   "Have you done this kind of thing before?" asked Stella, laughing.  "I
bet you make a habit of photographing little girls' cunts, don't you?"

   "I wish!  This is my first time, unfortunately, but not the last, I
hope. I'd give anything for the chance of snapping Dolly's 4-year-old
cunt!"

   "Follow my advice and I'm sure it won't be long before you're doing just
that.  If Dolly is as toothsome as you suggest, you can bet your life that
her mother is longing to molest her, if only some kind friend would help
her to understand that it's the right thing to do."

   "It's worth a try, though I'm not sure it's going to be as easy as you
think."

   "Well, give it a go and let me know how you go on.  To return to my
darling's cunt, which is always a delight, I do have some baby oil and will
be back with it in a matter of seconds."

   While her mother was absent, Irma shyly asked for a kiss and Iona was
just tentatively pressing her lips against the little girl's soft mouth
when Stella returned with the baby oil.

   "I hope you don't mind," said Iona blushingly, for despite the events of
that afternoon, there seemed something particularly intimate about kissing
Irma on the mouth which she thought Stella may not approve of.

   "Of course I don't mind!  Next time stick your tongue in the little
slut's mouth - she loves that!  Or stick it up her cunt, or up her bumhole.
Unfortunately there's not time for any of that at the moment.  Bill will be
home soon and I've our dinner to prepare.  Let's just put some of this
stuff on Irma's pussy and you can take a few more pics while I make a start
on dinner."

   Stella hastily splashed a few drops of the baby oil between Irma's open
labia and left for the kitchen while Iona took the final few images of the
6-year-old's glistening cunt.

   There's going to be a next time, thought Iona delightedly.  A next time
with this deliciously sexy child.  A next time to explore her lovely
immature body with my tongue, by her mother's express permission!  She
could hardly wait!

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