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 Author: David Stephens
Title: Irma
Part: Chapter 8
Keywords: FF/g, inc, pedo



   Irma - Chapter 8

   by David Stephens



   Irma's tears were flowing freely now as Amy continued to slap the back
of her legs with growing enthusiasm.  And yet she took a kind of perverse
pleasure in the smarting pain that the slaps caused her, the same pleasure
that she experienced when her mother sometimes slapped her face without
warning, a glint in her eye and a smile on her lips, or yanked her panties
down without warning and energetically smacked her plump little bottom.

   "You're such a naughty slut, Irma!" Amy muttered into the 6-year-old's
ear as she increased the severity of her slaps, excited as she was by the
little girl's tearful crying.

   "Cunt!  You dirty fucking cunt!" was Irma's whispered response, but
expressed in a way which seemed to Amy to be positively loving.

   "Yes, darling, thank you!" Amy found herself happily saying, confused by
her emotions but accepting that she was undoubtedly aroused, not only by
the 6-year-old's tears but also by her foul abuse which somehow coming from
her pretty lips almost took on the form of a lover's endearments.

   She pulled down Irma's skirt and hugged the little girl to her, all
thoughts of disciplining the child gone for now at least.  Not that she had
altogether cast them aside, but next time, if Stella allowed her, she would
slap the 6-year-old for the sheer pleasure she knew it would give her,
rather than for ideas of chastisement.

   Stella smiled contentedly as Amy cuddled her daughter and comforted her,
softly whispering words of consolation into the little girl's ear, and
caressingly calling her a `slut' which brought a gratified smile to the
6-year-old's tear-stained face.

   "I know Irma would love to be your darling," Stella said, reaching out
for Amy's hand.  "She's a girl who needs a lot of loving and a lot of
keeping in hand, too.  I thought, if you like the idea, that sometime next
week you could come over to our house so we can give Irma the kind of
attention she needs and deserves, in privacy.  We could get her naked and
slap her around for a while before showing her lots of love.  How does that
sound?"

   "Very enticing indeed!" Amy replied, her response made even more
enthusiastic than she had intended by the way Irma was now fondling her
breasts.  "I was quite annoyed when you said that I would enjoy slapping
this little slut's legs, but you were so right!  I think she enjoyed it as
well, despite her tears!"

   "She loves it!  Or at least she's beginning to love it, after not being
so sure at first.  Turn your head a little this way, Irma, so I can show
Amy."

   Stella, one hand still holding Amy's, brought the flat of her other hand
hard against the 6-year-old's left cheek, making her cry out, though to
Amy's ears as much with pleasure as with pain, a conviction which was shown
to be accurate when Irma began to laugh delightedly, her eyes shining with
joy.

   "Hit me again, Mummy!" the 6-year-old demanded gleefully, her cheek
already reddening.

   Without hesitation Stella delivered another stinging slap to her little
girl's face, causing Irma to wail piercingly for a few moments before she
began to giggle with delight.

   Before Amy could recover from the shock, though a delightfully arousing
shock, of Irma's face being slapped, she had another shock, equally
arousing, when Stella leaned over the 6-year-old and spat forcefully into
her face, looking then at Amy as if for appreciation of what she had done.

   "Doesn't my little girl look sexy with saliva dribbling down her cute
little face?" asked Stella, in a tone which suggested that Amy was unlikely
to disagree with her.

   "Extremely sexy!" agreed Amy instantly, before she had time to consider
how she could find the sight of the 6-year-old's pretty smiling face to be
even more attractive than usual when it was splattered with her mother's
saliva.

   "She'd look even sexier if you would help me out.  Perhaps that's not
something that you would even consider doing, though?"

   This was said with a hint of a smile, Stella attempting an insouciant
air which didn't fully chime with her actual feelings.  She was intent on
pushing Amy into areas of sexual interactions with Irma which she judged
her new friend wouldn't be altogether comfortable with, at least at first,
but was wary of going perhaps too far too soon.

   Amy hesitated, feeling excited, disturbed in a pleasurable way, and
aware that she was on the point of casting away her usually cautious nature
because of her growing lust for a 6-year-old girl, a lust which she knew
she ought to recognize as disgraceful in so many ways, and yet which
instead she was unable to prevent herself from glorying in.  Her life over
the last few years had been nondescript to put it mildly, but now she had
the chance to take part in something exciting beyond measure and she wasn't
about to reject it.

   "That's what the little darling needs!" Stella said with joyful relief
as her new friend expelled a stream of frothy saliva on to Irma's forehead,
from where it ran down the side of her nose and into the corner of her
mouth, some of it dribbling down her chin.

   Irma smiled up at Amy and said quite simply : "Thank you!" A common
phrase, but in this case expressed with a depth of emotion which Amy was
sensitive enough to recognize.  Being spat on, and slapped for that matter,
was for the 6-year-old a sign that she was desired and and lusted after,
something which was by far the most important thing in her young life.

   "Don't look now," said Amy, the concern in her voice evident to Stella,
"but we appear to be under observation."

   On the far side of the path which ran by the bench was an ornamental
iron fence and beyond that thick bushes and trees.  Stella had assumed that
the bench was private enough not to worry too much about possibly being
disturbed by other visitors to the park, particularly as it was in a fairly
unused area, but it appeared she had been wrong.

   On the other side of the fence two young girls were kneeling down and
looking through the railings and Stella could see from their dresses that
they were students at Irma's school.

   "Come here, girls!" said Stella, in as authoritative a voice as she
could manage.  "I know who you are and I'll have to inform Mrs Channing if
you don't explain yourselves."

   Stella didn't actually recognize the girls but knew that the mention of
the headmistress' name would give them pause for thought.  Sure enough,
after some muttering, they clambered over the fence, displaying a good deal
of thigh, and presented themselves before the bench, looking slightly
worried but not unduly so.

   They were about ten or eleven, thought Stella, at that interesting age
between little girl and teenager.  In their blue cotton knee-length school
dresses they looked delightfully pretty and indeed eminently sexually
desirable.  Stella's preferred objects of desire were naturally little
girls of Irma's age or thereabouts, but these two were undoubtedly hot, she
thought, and wondered if they would be receptive if she told them so. 
Well, there was only one way to find out.

   "And what's your name, hot bitch number one?" Stella asked the nearest
girl, a slim blonde with attractive features and, like her friend,
delightfully flat-chested.

   "Lily Elliman, Miss," said the girl, in the confusion of the moment
forgetting that this woman had professed to already know her.  She blushed
fiercely at being called a `hot bitch', but couldn't help but feel highly
pleased.

   "There's no need to call me `Miss'," laughed Stella, inviting both girls
to refer to her by her first name.  "And your name, hot bitch number two?"
This asked of the auburn-haired slip of a girl who if possible coloured
even more deeply than her friend, but looked just as pleased.

   "Rose Kirkwood, Miss - I mean Stella."

   "I bet the boys are after you two, aren't they?  There's something wrong
with them if they aren't.  You look good enough to eat!"

   "They're always trying to put their hands up our dresses," said Lily,
who appeared to be slightly the more dominant of the friends.

   "And do you like that?  I know you're not supposed to, but personally
when I was your age I loved it when the boys at my school tried it on with
me.  It's natural for boys to grope girls, after all - and though it's not
politically correct these days to say so, it's completely natural for girls
to enjoy being groped, don't you think so?"

   Both girls nodded in agreement and smiled at each other.

   "Rose and me both like being felt up," said Lily, with a grin.  "We only
let some of the boys do it, though."

   "Some of the other girls say we're sluts," said Rose, not appearing to
be too upset by the charge.

   "There's nothing wrong with girls like you being sluts.  Being a slut is
something every little girl should aspire to - something indeed which
mothers should encourage their daughters to be.  As I do with my little
girl here.  I proudly admit to being a slut, and as for the friend sitting
by my side with her lovely breasts hanging out of her dress, well you can
make your own mind up about her!"

   "She's definitely a slut!" laughed Lily, understanding that this would
be received by Amy as the compliment which was it was intended to be.

   "Do you think my little girl is sexy?" asked Stella, indicating Irma who
was sitting on Amy's lap and smiling at the girls.

   "She's well sexy!" said Lily readily, her friend nodding in agreement.

   "Did you see me smacking Irma's face, and spitting on her?"

   "At first we thought you were mad with her for some reason, but then we
heard her laughing and Rose said she wished we could do things like that to
her, and I said I wished we could too!"

   "Well, you could both spit on Irma now, if you want to.  I know she
would really like that.  In fact, you can spit on Amy and myself as well,
if that's something you'd care to do."

   "Really?" said Lily excitedly, looking pleasurably shocked.  "On your
faces?"

   "Yes, of course, or anywhere else you want to."

   "Anywhere?  Can I spit in Irma's hair?"

   "Absolutely!  Is that something you particularly want to do?"

   "Yes, but I don't know why really.  It's just that ..."

   "There's no need to feel embarrassed," laughed Stella, as Lily coloured.
"When you find a child like Irma sexy, there's lots of things you want to
do to her which you would find it difficult to explain, even to yourself.
If you both enjoy those things it doesn't matter at all - enjoyment is
everything."

   "By the way," said Amy to the girls, "why are you wearing school uniform
on a Saturday?  Not that I'm complaining, you understand - you both look
incredibly attractive like that, if I may say so."

   "We were supposed to be going to extra classes for some exams we've got
at the end of term," said Lily.  "But we decided to bunk off and then we
saw you and, well ... "

   "Decided to that voyeurism would be more fun than school?" suggested
Stella with a smile.

   "Yes!" agreed the girls readily, neither of them having heard of
voyeurism before but understanding its general meaning.

   "Are you going to spit on me?" Irma asked plaintively, looking at the
older girls with a slight frown on her pretty face.

   Lily and Rose smiled at each other and proceeded to do as the 6-year-old
had asked, taking turns to expel streams of saliva on the little girl's
upturned face, Lily then concentrating on Irma's hair while Rose spat in
her ears and then in her open mouth.

   What particularly excited Stella was that the girls, somewhat to her
surprise, did not giggle or act in a silly way as may have been expected
from the young schoolgirls, but went about their work with calm
determination, clearly intent on covering Irma's by now smiling face with
as much spit as possible, in just the kind of way that Stella wanted.

   And then, to Stella's delight, Lily pulled at the neckline of her light
cotton dress and spat between her breasts, looking at her slightly warily
as if to judge how she would react.

   Stella's delighted smile clearly reassured her, for the 10-year-old
immediately spat in her new friend's face before returning returning her
attentions to Irma, while Rose attempted to cover Amy's bare breasts in her
saliva.

   "Are you two girls virgins?" asked Stella, when Lily and Rose finally
stood back to admire their work.

   They both nodded, looking slightly shamefaced.

   "Rose wants her daddy to be the first," said Lily.  "I want him to be
mine, too, but Rose gets him before me, of course."

   "Of course!" laughed Stella.  "What about your daddy, Lily?"

   "He left me and mum years ago.  Anyway, I really fancy Rose's dad!"

   "And what does he think of all this, Rose - or does he not have any idea
of what you're planning for him?"

   "He doesn't know I want him to have sex with me, but when we're watching
telly together, when mum's at bingo, I sit on his knee in my nightie and
his hands are all over me and he starts breathing heavily and I can feel
his thing get hard against me."

   "Does he touch you between your legs?"

   "Oh, yes!" said Rose, smiling happily.

   "And has he put a finger in your vagina yet?"

   "He pushed two fingers into me last night and I'm sure he was going to
do me properly, but then we heard mum coming back and he just said that he
loved me and he sucked the fingers he'd had in me and told me to go to
bed."

   "Well, I don't think you're going to have any difficulty getting him to
fuck you next time, are you?  And if you let him know that your sexy friend
Lily as the hots for him, it's not likely that he'll turn down the
opportunity of doing her as well."

   "I want daddy to spank me and spit on me," said Rose, smiling with
pleasure at the glorious sight of the gobs of saliva slowly dribbling down
Irma's face.

   "And I want him to tie me up and molest me!" said Lily, colouring at the
thought.

   "Well," said Stella, "I'm sure that two sexy sluts like you should have
little difficulty in getting what you want!"

   "I think there's someone coming!" said Rose breathlessly, looking along
the path which led to a small cafe.

   "Perhaps you two girls should be on your way now," said Stella.  "If
you're here next week at the same time, Irma and I will be delighted to see
you again, and I imagine Amy will be here also."

   "You can be sure of that!" said Amy emphatically as she hastily pulled
up her bra and dress.

   Hearing the chatter of what sounded like a family group coming closer,
Stella quickly stood and beckoned Lily and Rose to her.

   "Here's something to remember me by until we meet again next week," she
said with a smile, spitting with some force on the girls' pretty faces, to
their immense satisfaction.

   "Thank you, Stella!" cried Lily delightedly, Rose quickly adding her own
enthusiastic thanks.

   The two girls waved goodbye as they disappeared around a bend in the
path, admiring each other's spittle decorated faces.

   "See you next week, hot bitches!" called Stella as she helped Amy to
rearrange her dress.

   "What about my sore bottom, Mummy?" asked Irma, as A young couple with a
little girl walked past.

   The young woman holding the girl's hand looked at Irma in surprise,
noticed the saliva splattered over the 6-year-old's face and dangling from
her chin, and blushed fiercely, though she didn't appear to be particularly
shocked.

   As the family group passed by, Irma said in her piping voice: "That
little girl is a hot bitch as well, isn't she, Mummy?"

   The young woman pretended not to hear, but when Stella, in a clear
voice, agreed that the little girl was indeed a hot bitch, she was seen to
smile in appreciation of the remark.

   "In answer to your question about your sore bottom, child," said Stella,
"I really need to go to the cafe to use their loo, but I'm sure Amy will
attend to you.  I've managed to find your ointment, so I would suggest you
use the bushes behind the bench for privacy while I'm gone."

   Amy looked confused and disconcerted.  "I'm not sure if I should,
Stella. Perhaps Irma would prefer you to do something so intimate."

   Stella laughed.  "My darling little girl loves anyone doing intimate
things to her!  All you have to do is rub the ointment on her anus, and
then inside her with a finger or two.  Irma will enjoy that greatly, and so
will you, I don't doubt!"

   "Shall I show Amy how sore my bottom is, Mummy?" said the 6-year-old,
always happy to expose her intimate parts to whoever cared to look.

   "Yes, do that, child.  Amy will be able to see then that it does need
some attention."

   Amy could only agree, when Irma had pulled down her panties in front of
her, that the 6-year-old's anal sphincter certainly needed seeing to.  It
was very red and sore-looking and it was apparent to Amy that the `play'
that Stella had mentioned had in fact involved the little girl being
vigorously sodomized by her father and grandfather, something which seemed
to be entirely appropriate for this lovely and sexy girl, despite her
tender years.

   "Bill and my father used Irma rather roughly last night," said Stella.
"She asked for it, of course, literally begging them to rape her, and they
got a little carried away.  She loves anal sex, but the after effects have
been somewhat painful - not that it's likely to put her off egging them on
to rape her again."

   Stella passed the tube of ointment to her friend and without another
word started walking to the cafe, leaving her friend apprehensive but
almost trembling with excitement.

   "Come on, then," said Irma, taking charge of the situation.  She took
Amy's hand and led her behind the bench and into the cover of the large
bushes there.

   Between the bushes there was a small grassy hollow which Amy judged
suitable.  "How do we go about this?" she asked anxiously.  "I mean, do you
want to get on your hands and knees, or ...?"

   "Mummy prefers me on my back," said Irma with a smile, sensing Amy's
nervousness.  "That way she gets to look at my pussy while she's got her
finger up my bum.  And she likes to spit on my face sometimes as well, of
course."

   "Of course!" said Amy, with a laugh.  "Do you want to just pull your
pants down, or take all your clothes off?"

   "I know you want to see me naked!" laughed the 6-year-old, speedily
undressing and laying down on the grass with her knees pulled up to her
chest and held widely apart.

   Amy was overwhelmed by the loveliness of Irma's naked body.  The little
girl was slender but not skinny, and immensely desirable.  Amy felt a rush
of exhilaration at the thought that she was shortly to be inserting a
finger into the bottom of this extremely sexually attractive child.  She
knew that she had to admit to herself that she was without doubt a
pedophile, something which would once have horrified her but now seemed not
only inevitable but a source of joyful pride.  How could it be wrong to
want to molest a sexy little girl like Irma, particularly when the child so
thoroughly enjoyed being molested?

   "Does that feel better?" asked Amy as she rubbed the medicated ointment
into Irma's reddened anus, sitting by the side of the 6-year-old.

   "Yes, but it'll feel even better if you push your finger up my bum!"
hinted Irma.

   "Point taken!" said Amy, smearing ointment over her forefinger before
easing it slowly into the tightness of the 6-year-old's anal sphincter.

   As she did so, it seemed natural to her to lean over the naked little
girl and spit lovingly on her smiling face.  How such an act, in one way so
depraved, could also seem completely natural to her was a conundrum which
she determined to leave for another time.  For now she was intent on
enjoying the delightful process of fingering Irma's bottom, encouraged by
the excited 6-year-old.

   "Push another finger into me now, Amy!" the little girl cried urgently.
"One's not enough - mummy says I need to be regularly stretched open so I
can take cock inside me without it hurting so much!"

   "Wise woman," muttered Amy as she repeatedly drove two ointment-smeared
fingers into the 6-year-old's bottom.

   Irma had initially felt her reddened sphincter soothed by the ointment
rubbed into it, but now Amy's thrusting fingers were making her sore again
and the 6-year-old couldn't have been happier!  After all, the ointment was
just an excuse to persuade Amy to molest her and it had now served it's
purpose.

   Amy looked up, startled, when she heard a rustling in the bushes.  With
relief she saw Stella appear, but that relief was swiftly dissipated when
there was more rustling at the other side of the hollow and a young man
appeared, with his trousers around his ankles and his erect cock in his
hand.

   "I desperately need to cum on the little girl," he said, looking
uncertainly between Amy and Stella.  "Would you mind?"

   The sangfroid with which the young man made his request brought a smile
to Stella's face.  There was never any doubt in her mind as to what she was
going to say.

   "Of course you can cum on my little girl!  I just hope you've got a good
load to give her!"



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