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 Author: David Stephens
Title: Irma
Part: Chapter 9
Keywords: MFF/g, inc, pedo



   Irma - Chapter 9

   by David Stephens

   The man, who was probably in his early thirties judged Stella, came out
of the bushes cock-in-hand and came forward, his eyes focused on Irma.

   "This is quite an unusual way to introduce myself," he said, with a wry
smile, "but my name's Matthew and I've been so entranced by the lovely
little girl there these last few minutes that I just had to ask if I could
ejaculate on her.  I must say I hadn't expected such an enthusiastic
response!"

   "I'm Stella and the lovely little girl is my daughter, Irma.  The woman
you've been watching fingering Irma's bum is my pervert friend Amy."

   "Do you often do this kind of thing, young man?" asked Amy, unable to
prevent a slight tone of reproof in her voice.

   "Not with little girls, no.  There's an area close to here where couples
come in cars and let people like me watch them having sex, and sometimes
allow me to join in.  There's nothing much happening there today, but I
heard your little girl moaning and came over to find out what was going on.
I must say I didn't expect to see your friend jabbing two fingers so hard
into Irma's bottom, or hear the little one begging for more!"

   "Well, Irma is as slutty a child as you could reasonably expect of a
6-year-old.  She loves being molested, and so of course you're welcome to
cum on her."

   "Can I spunk in her mouth?  That would be best for me, providing she
swallows."

   "Of course I swallow!" said Irma indignantly.  "I like to swallow lots
of lovely cum and feel it nice and warm in my tummy!"

   "You used to spit it out, though, didn't you, when daddy and granddad
first squirted in your mouth?"

   "That was ages ago, Mummy!" said the 6-year-old.  "I always swallow now.
Daddy says I'm a dirty cum bitch!"

   "Well you can prove that now.  Open your mouth wide and let Matthew do
what he has to do."

   Matthew squatted astride Irma and, gently lifting her head, positioned
his swollen cock head between her lips and, wanking furiously, ejaculated
several streams of semen into her mouth.

   The 6-year-old had every intention of swallowing the cum load, as she
had promised, but first rolled it around her mouth and gargled with it,
finally swallowing it down with relish and happily smiling at Matthew.

   "Dirty cum bitch seems about right!" said Matthew, standing up. 
"Perhaps we could do this again another time - if your mother permits?"

   "Of course I give my permission," said Stella.  "Same time, same place,
next week, if that's alright with you?  I can see you're ready to go -
would you like to give Irma a kiss before you do?"

   "I'm sorry if I seem in a hurry, but I can see a car pulling up over
there with a young couple I know who are usually up for some fun.  But I
will try to see you all again next week and of course I'll give Irma a
kiss!"

   The 6-year-old smiled at Matthew and they shared a lingering
cum-lubricated kiss.

   Matthew headed of to the dogging area feeling decidedly entranced by his
first sexual experience with such a young girl.  Before that experience he
would have firmly rejected any suggestion that he could ever be regarded as
a pedophile, but though his tryst with Irma had been of such a short
duration it had determined him not only to have further such experiences
with the pretty 6-year-old but if at all possible similar experiences with
other little girls.

  
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   Exactly one week later, Irma and her mother were in the park, walking
home after another exciting encounter with Amy and the two schoolgirls,
though Matthew hadn't put in appearance.  The enticement of dogging had
presumably been too strong for him, thought Stella, though she was in no
doubt that her little girl's charms would tempt him back to her before too
long.

   The 6-year-old's face was of course covered with saliva, which had been
generously and enthusiastically provided by Stella, Amy, and the two
schoolgirls, Lily and Rose.  Walking in front of her mother, she smiled at
the occasional passers-by who either tried to pretend that they hadn't
noticed that her pretty face was decorated with gobs of spit, or plainly
showed their shocked distaste, though no-one said anything to Stella,
perhaps disconcerted by her seeming unconcern.

   No-one, that is, except for an attractive young woman holding the hand
of a little girl of 4 or so, who Stella had notice walking towards them and
who seemed vaguely familiar.  As she came closer, Stella recognised her
from the previous Saturday as the woman who had smiled at the admiring but
brazen remarks which she and Irma had aimed at her little girl.

   The recognition was clearly returned, for the young woman smiled at Irma
and her mother as she came to a halt before them.  She was younger than
Stella had at first thought, probably in her early twenties, with short
honey-blonde hair and a trim figure attractively displayed in a thin summer
dress.

   "Hello," she said, continuing to smile in a somewhat shy and embarrassed
manner.  "I saw you last week at the bench just round the corner and I've
thought about you both all week and just had to see you again.  I hope you
don't mind?"

   "Of course not," Stella assured her.  "I'm delighted to meet you again,
and your sweet little girl.  Was that your husband with you last week?  Is
he with you today?"

   "Yes, that was my husband, Simon.  I'm Penny, by the way, and this
little one is called Ella.  Simon is playing a round of golf with a couple
of friends, so I decided to take the opportunity to see if I could find
you. I've not been able to get the picture of your little girl's face with
spit all over it out of my mind - now that I'm much closer to her I can see
that she looks even lovelier than I thought!"

   "Irma loves being spat on!" laughed Stella, "and her two young friends
and I are always happy to oblige her.  I don't suppose that you do that
kind of thing with Ella?  Probably not many mothers have that kind of
relationship with their little ones, more's the pity."

   For the first time Penny looked decidedly embarrassed.  "It's not
something I would have even thought of, before last week.  Now I think
about it all the time, but if Simon caught me doing anything like that he'd
divorce me on the spot - he's somewhat puritanical in sexual matters."

   "I'm pleased that you accept that my spitting on Irma is primarily a
sexual act.  Which leads me to the conclusion that your constant thoughts
of using Ella in the same way are a sure sign that you have sexual feelings
for her."

   Penny blushed but made no attempt to deny Stella's inference.  "I can't
pretend that you're wrong, though it's some thing I'm struggling to come to
terms with.  I positively lust after my 4-year-old daughter and I'm not
afraid of admitting it openly, at least to you, though I can't yet do it
without a sense of shame."

   "The shame will go in time, as it should do.  I was the same with Irma,
but you must learnt to accept that when your little girl is as sweet and
adorable as Ella it's quite natural to have sexual feelings for her,
whatever conventional thought may decree."

   "I'm sure you must be right," said Penny, with a smile.  "By the way, as
you've just said that Ella is sweet and adorable, which of course I
completely agree with, I want to thank you for what you called her last
week, if you remember?"

   "I believe I do," said Stella, remembering all too well but wanting to
hear Penny say the words.  "Please remind me, though."

   "I was walking past the bench with Ella, and luckily Simon was well in
front of us.  I was looking entranced at Irma's pretty, spit-covered face
and wondering with some excitement what was the cause of the sore bottom
she mentioned, when she referred to Ella, thrillingly, as a 'hot bitch'.  I
expected that you would have admonished her in some way, but instead you
agreed with her in a most decided manner.  Agreed that my darling little
girl was a hot bitch!  That was such a lovely thing to say about Ella, and
made me so proud, and I've been wanting to thank you for saying it all
week!"

   "I was only speaking the truth, after all!  Ella is perfectly adorable,
as anyone can see, but it's more than that.  I do believe that some girls
of her age are more open than others to sexual play with adults, and
there's something about Ella which makes me suspect that she would love to
be used as a sexual plaything."

   "I only wish my brother would put that notion to the test.  Sometimes he
joins Ella and me in the park when Simon isn't free, and he's quite upfront
about his liking for young girls of 10 or so, particularly when they're as
scantily dressed as they are in this warm weather.  He's very enthusiastic
about letting me know that this or that girl is 'sexy' or 'hot' while
totally ignoring little Ella, by far the hottest girl in the park if only
he could see it."

   "You just need to try and push him gently in the right direction.  Easy
to say, I know, but I can't imagine that a man who is already attracted to
young girls won't eventually come to see how sexy Ella is."

   The cute 4-year-old had been listening to the conversation between her
mother and Stella with an attentiveness which was unusual in so young a
child, but Ella was always aware when her personal charms were being
discussed and now, hearing herself described as 'sexy' by her mother's new
friend, she said in a clear confident voice: "I'm a hot bitch, aren't I,
Mummy?"

   "You're the hottest of hot bitches, darling, and it's so good to be able
to state that in front of someone who isn't going to condemn me for it!"

   Irma, deciding that 4-year-old Ella wasn't the only little girl
deserving of attention, however hot she was, now attempted to turn that
attention towards herself.  "Would you like to spit on me?" she said to
Penny, in a pleading tone which she hoped would be difficult to resist.

   For a moment Penny didn't know what to say.  This was like a scene from
one of the erotic dreams she had enjoyed since her previous encounter with
Irma and her mother - it seemed too much to hope that reality could match
her dreams.  For one thing, she had no idea if Stella would even
contemplate allowing her to do such a thing.

   "Well of course that would be delightful, but perhaps mummy wouldn't
like me to ...  "

   "Mummy would love you to spit on her darling!" laughed Stella.  "We just
need to find somewhere where you can do the job.  Her face is completely
splattered, as you can see, so we need to find somewhere else - but where
exactly?  What do you think, Irma?  You're the one most directly concerned
in this."

   The 6-year-old mused for a short while and then lifted the hem of her
dress, pointing at the top of her thighs.  "Penny could do it there, Mummy.
Then I'll feel it dribbling down my legs as we walk home."

   "Only a dirty slut like you could think of something like that," said
Stella, patting the 6-year-old on the top of her head approvingly.  "Well,
Penny, what do you think?  There aren't many people about and it will only
take a few seconds anyway."

   Penny knew that she would always regret it if she turned this
opportunity down, and so, after a quick look around to see that no other
park-goers were close, she dropped to her knees before Irma, who was still
holding her dress up to her waist, and spat copiously on her upper thighs,
just below her white cotton panties.

   As she rose from her knees, wary of being discovered in such a position
by anyone passing, Irma beamed at her.

   "That feels lovely!" The 6-year-old said happily.  "Thank you!"

   Already elated, Penny now became even more so when Stella smiled at her
and said: "Would you like to do it on the back of her neck as well?  That's
one area we've neglected up to now."

   "And some more in my hair, Mummy, please!" pleaded Irma.

   "Well, Lily has already paid a lot of attention to your hair, hasn't
she, but I don't suppose a little more will hurt!"

   In truth, Stella longed to see thick globs of Penny's saliva in her
6-year-old's curls, and the wry smile on Irma's lips suggested that she was
well aware of that.

   Irma bent her head and presented the nape of her neck to Penny, who
immediately spat on it several times, moving on without pause to the little
girl's curly locks.

   "More, please!" urged the 6-year-old when Penny pause briefly to work up
a fresh supply of sputum.

   "Give her a minute!" laughed Stella, spitting herself into Irma's hair
to keep her quiet until Penny was ready to continue.

   "I'm ready now!" said Penny after a few moments, expelling a stream of
frothy spit into Irma's wavy tresses, the little girl letting out a
delighted gasp of appreciation.

   "That's so good of you!" said Stella with gratitude.  "If you have time
next Friday, by the way, It's Irma's seventh birthday and I'm arranging for
her to meet up with hopefully all of the adults who have used her sexually
in some way in recent months.  That's quite a long list and now includes
you.  I would expect, and hope, that you'll be able to watch my little one
being fucked and sodomized on her special day, if that would interest you
in any way."

   "So I was right about the cause of the sore bottom that Irma mentioned
last week!  Was it a family member who sodomized her?  If you don't mind
answering such a personal question, that is."

   "Not at all," replied Stella, who of course greatly enjoyed discussing
in detail the sexual abuse of her 6-year-old.  "Irma's daddy and her
grandad, my father, had given her pretty little bottom a good seeing to on
the evening prior to you meeting her last week, and she was still suffering
the after effects."

   "Can I take it then that your husband and father treat Irma quite
roughly when they have sex with her?" asked Penny, in a tone which made it
plain that she was hoping for a positive response.

   "Well, yes, more often than not, I would have to say.  Not that there's
anything wrong in that, of course, but Irma brings it on herself in most
cases.  On the evening we're talking about I'd suggested to Bill, my
husband, and my father that they kept their hands off her for once as
they'd both had anal sex with her the night before and she was feeling sore
from that.  They agreed readily enough, on the understanding that I would
suck them both off, which I was of course more than happy to do."

   "Does your father fuck you?" interjected Penny, before Stella could
continue her story.  "I'm sorry to interrupt you, but I couldn't help but
wonder."

   "Yes, dad fucks me at least once a week," said Stella smilingly.  "He's
a wonderful lover and I must say I'm grateful that he still wants me even
when my darling little one is always more than willing to open her legs for
him whenever he wants her to."

   "I'm sorry, you were telling me about you sucking off your father and
your husband."

   "Well, after that Irma started a kind of slow-motion striptease in front
of them, edging away from them provocatively when they made a grab for her,
which of course only excited them further.  When she pulled her panties
down and waggled her bare bottom at them they immediately jumped on her and
took turns to ass-fuck her again, without using lubrication, which is why
she was so sore last week when you saw her.  Irma's day is made when she
manages to goad her daddy or grandad, or preferably both, into raping her."

   "I'll have to go soon," said Penny reluctantly.  "Simon may already be
waiting for me.  I'd love to let you spit on Ella's face as a thank you for
kindness to me, but although I would find that extremely arousing I don't
think Ella's response would be so positive.  The trouble is, if she gets
upset she may well end up telling Simon about it, without understanding the
serious problems that would cause me."

   "I quite understand, but there is something you could do for Irma and
myself if you wouldn't mind."

   "Anything at all!" said Penny fervently, and Stella could see that the
young woman was excited, her face flushed and her eyes bright with
anticipation.

   "Well, Irma is always subservient to me in our little spit-games, which
must be right in a mother/daughter relationship, but it would be good for
her to take a more dominant role in a sexual relationship with another
adult female, and I was wondering if you would consider being that female?"

   The normally confident Stella wasn't at all sure if her request was
going to be received in a favourable way.  She may, she thought, have
misread the signs she thought she had seen of a possible tendency towards
submissiveness in Penny's manner.  But, although Penny hesitated, it seemed
to Stella that her hesitation was caused by her not quite understanding
what was being asked of her, rather than any doubts she may have had.

   "I would love to be!" said Penny at last, her face shining with delight.
"Would you like to spit on me now, Irma, darling, before I have to go?"

   The 6-year-old smiled and nodded, suddenly feeling quite agitated in a
pleasurable way, now that she was about to experience something she had
longed for.

   "Can you kneel down, Penny?" suggested Stella, seeing that her daughter
was looking a little dazed by her good fortune.

   Penny did as she was asked, and when her face was on the same level as
Irma's the 6-year-old spat on it with glee, watching with delight as the
thick glob of sputum slithered down the young woman's nose.

   Stella waited for more and was surprised when Irma hesitated and looked
towards her.  The little girl was recalling that when her mother spat on
her she was also often on the receiving end of a slap or two, and often
more, which tended to enhance the whole experience for her.

   "Can I hit her, Mummy?" asked the 6-year-old pleadingly.

   Penny, with closed eyes, had been expectantly and pleasurably waiting
for more saliva splattering on to her face.  She now opened her eyes,
looking somewhat startled, just in time to see Stella smile at her daughter
and almost imperceptibly nod her head.

   Irma laughed with delight and immediately slapped Penny's face with some
force before spitting on it again.  More slaps followed, the 6-year-old
using both of her hands alternately, interspersed with vigorously expelled
streams of saliva.

   Penny was soon in a state of erotic near-euphoria, her pussy feeling
increasingly hot and wet as Irma continued to slap and spit on her,
giggling now with excitement.  Hardly knowing what she was doing, Penny
eased her breasts from her dress and pulled at her already erect nipples.

   "Please," she said simply, opening her saliva-slathered eyes to look at
Irma imploringly as she offered the 6-year-old her bare breasts.

   "Go on, child!" urged Stella when her little girl hesitated for a
moment.

   Although her arms were getting tired, Irma put everything into the brisk
slaps she now directed downwards on to Penny's small, pert tits, their
paleness becoming marked with the red imprints of the 6-year-old's hands.

   "Spit on them now, please, darling," said Penny, when the slaps at last
came to an end.

   Irma readily complied with Penny's request and soon the young woman's
reddened breasts were splattered with the little girl's spit, strings of it
dangling from her stiffened nipples.

   "I'll really have to go now," Penny said, the disappointment in her tone
clearly apparent.  "Simon will be looking for me, and I must clean up
before he sees me or there will be hell to pay."

   "It's a pity about that," said Stella.  "Don't you think that seeing you
covered in saliva and with your lovely tits hanging out of your dress would
perhaps arouse him as much as it does me?"

   "Perhaps it would," laughed Penny, but I can't take that chance.  Simon
is rather a conventional character and particularly in sexual matters.  I'd
love for him to spit on me while we're having sex but I can't imagine that
ever happening!"

   When she had cleaned herself with the wet wipes which Stella kept
herself supplied with for just such an occasion, Penny prepared to depart
with Ella, leaving her email address with her new friend so that she could
be contacted about the details of Irma's birthday party.

   "Are you going to let Penny finger me on Friday, Mummy?" asked the
6-year-old hopefully.

   "Well, my sweet slut, your vagina and anus will need to be opened up a
little before you're fucked there, so I see no reason why she can't help to
do that with her fingers."

   "Promise, Mummy?"

   Stella turned to Penny with a smile.  "I promise that you'll be able to
finger-fuck my whore of a daughter at her birthday party on Friday."

   "Cunt and ass?" Irma said insistently.

   "Cunt and ass!" confirmed her mother, exchanging a smile with Penny.

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   (to be continued ...  )

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