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 Janice's Itch Ch 1, MF, Fg, Mg, incest

   OK, just to go over the rules.  This is a fiction piece about a man and
a girl.  They have illicit sex.  This is pure fiction.  It never happened.
If you are offended by anything short of Mother Superior's blessings,
please go away.  If this is illegal for you to read in your area, for god's
sake, vote out the bastards that made the laws.  Enough said.

   I first saw Janice at WalMart.  I'm Roger, 25 years old, and I own a car
wash - you know, one of those tunnel types where we work our asses off
trying to make a filthy car clean.  I had on my work clothes and probably
smelled like I'd been working hard all day.  Janice didn't look much
better. She looked about 15 or 16, small, just a hint of titties, black
tenni's on her feet, and entirely too much eye liner that made her eyes the
absolute center of attention.  Her dirty blond hair was pulled back in a
ponytail.  I think she had on shorts but I honestly couldn't tell you.  I
was mesmerized by two things - her eyes and her tits which were more than
prominently displayed.  You see, I like tiny titties - and her button shirt
was not.  Not buttoned.  Instead, she had it tied up high, just under her
chest.  There was no doubt in my mind that this kid was probably a young
whore.  God, I love dirty little girls.

   I'd gone to buy groceries and was pushing one of those huge carts
around. I only go once a month because I hate it and want to get it over
with as infrequently as possible.  Janice's cart had a little basket of
grapes and a head of lettuce.  Mine was laden with canned chile, box
dinners, frozen ground meat, and twenty or more frozen dinners.  I almost
bumped into her in the bread aisle.

   "Jeez, you must have a bunch of kids to feed with all that!" I blushed.

   "No, its just me.  I try not to shop much.  Get it over with for the
month."

   "So you're not married?" She glanced at my crotch as I was trying my
best to get a shot down her shirt.

   "Hell, no.  Too much fun to be married." Our eyes met.

   "Yeah," she stammered.  "See you around..." She started to wander off.
My gaze followed her tight round little ass.

   "Hey, wait.  I think I've seen you before, haven't I?" She looked at me
and smiled.

   "Yeah.  I been through your car wash a coupla times.  I had a kid on my
hip." It struck me.  I had seen her before.  In fact, I remembered
wondering who this kid was with a kid, wondering if it was hers or if she
might be the big sister.

   "Yeah.  That your kid?"

   "Yeah.  She's 3 now, almost 4."

   "Three!  Jeez, how old are you?" Not my brightest question as I was
starting to grow a boner.

   "I'm 18.  Uh, I'm almost 18 anyhow.  Got a birthday comin up in a coupla
months.  Why?"

   "So you married?"

   "Nah.  Too busy to keep a man, I guess.  Never been married, doubt I
ever will be."

   We carried on for several minutes, me finding the girl hotter by the
minute.  She went on to explain that she didn't know who the father of her
kid was, that it might be her uncle, maybe it was a kid from up the street
- or maybe it was one of the cops that raped her when they found her trying
to break into a pharmacy.  I asked her if she had a boyfriend and she said
No.

   "Why?  Do you want to be with me?" Her question caught me by surprise.
She hadn't asked if I wanted to go out with her or what - she asked if I
wanted to fuck her.  At least that's how I interpreted it.

   "Yeah.  I do." At least I still had a head on my shoulders doing quick
thinking because my little head had stopped a long time ago.  We made plans
to meet at McDonald's that night.  She turned to go and I finally got a
quick peek down her shirt.  Her tight high tit had a perky light brown
nipple that stuck out like a pencil eraser.  I couldn't tell what the
areola looked like from the side view but I felt sure I'd see then tonight.

   I dumped all my purchases in the kitchen as quick as I could and headed
for the shower.  My cock was on full hard thinking about this 17 year old
slut that I was going to fuck tonight.  Man, she looked hot.  Loved the eye
liner, the heavy black outline of her dark eyes.  No bra, probably wearing
a thong.  I bet she shaves her cunt.  She's going to be an easy lay and I
doubt she'll be very tight.  This one's had a lot of guys and a kid
already, but it'll still feel great to do a little kid like her.  I stepped
into the shower and soaped up.  I started stroking myself and couldn't stop
until I sprayed the shower wall with my gism thinking about what I was
going to do to her.  She'd remember my fucking her - I was going to fuck
her hard - I mean really hard.  Pound her, try to break her in half if I
could.  She couldn't be more than 5 feet tall, maybe 90 pounds she's so
skinny.  I wonder what she's going to taste like?

   I made a quick dinner and a few phone calls, letting my buddies know
what I was going to do.  Peter wanted in like he always does.  I can't seem
to find a girl to fuck that he doesn't want a piece of.  Maybe I'd let him.
This chick meant nothing to me.  I told him to stop by my place about 10.
Maybe he could score on her, too.  Then Carlos called.  He's my buddy from
Mexico.  He wanted a piece, too.  What the fuck?  We can gang bang her. 
Probably won't be her first gang bang.  Wonder how many guys she's had in
one night?  Maybe we could set a record.  Hmm, I made a couple more calls
and lined up three more guys.  Ten o'clock was going to be party time at my
place.  I just hoped that my roommate wouldn't be home.  She works at the
CinePlex and usually don't get home before midnight.  We'd be done with the
girl by then.  Hell, maybe Cadillac (yeah, that's my roommate's name. 
She's a real ball buster and won't give it up unless her rent is due.  Then
I get to fuck her brains out for a day.  That's how she pays her rent. 
Other than that, she's a lezzie.  Anyhow, maybe Cadillac might want to do
her, too.  This is going to be fun.

   At 8 o'clock, I was still on the phone.  Something like 9 guys wanted to
be in on it.  Me and 9 others.  I'd almost forgot the time and had to hurry
to get my shit together.  I finally made it to McD's at 8:30 and she was
standing outside talking to a coupla black guys.  She had on a short skirt
- I mean a SHORT skirt.  She bends over an inch and you can see her panties
if she has any on.  She's in all black this time, like a left over goth or
something.  Black stockings with runs in them.  Garters sticking down from
the hem of the skirt.  Hair piled up on top of her head, heavy black
eyeliner.  Black choker with studs.  Another unbuttoned shirt, this one
black nylon that I thought I could see through.  Damn, she looked good. 
Now I gotta get her away from the black guys.  This might not be easy.

   "Hey, girl.  Sorry I'm late." She looked up at me, sorta surprised.

   "I dit'n think you was gonna make it." She smiled, and took hold of my
arm.  "See you guys around." She pulled me toward my car, whispering to me,
"Man, I'm glad you got here.  Them guys really wanted to fuck me bad."

   "Why, you don't like to fuck?"

   "Not them guys.  You ever seen how big a nigger dick is?  Man, I like
`em big but I do not like ball bats, you know what I mean?"

   "You never fucked a black guy?"

   "Oh, sure, but not them two.  I seen their dicks.  I ain't gonna let
them split me." She shuddered and pulled me closer.  "We goin to your place
or to a motel?" Any possible doubt was gone.  I was going to fuck this one.

   "Let's head to my place."

   "You got anything to smoke or drink?  You got protection?" I nodded to
all three, thinking we'd better stop to pick up some protection on the way
home.  I hadn't thought about that.

   "You always use protection?"

   "You get knocked up as young as I did and you don't forget." She gave a
quick sharp smile.  "And I ain't gonna take any chances.  I know you wanna
fuck me silly and that's OK but you ain't gonna knock me up." My dick tried
its best to break free of my jeans.  It was almost painful.

   Janice's short skirt was almost a joke.  She climbed into my car and it
rode up above her hips.  Her panties were black lace.  I couldn't tell if
it was a thong yet but I figured it was.  I reached in the back seat and
popped the top on my cooler and handed the girl a brew which she artfully
popped and took a huge gulp.  She passed it to me and held it to my lips.
"Drink, mister." I drank.  `Mister" hmm, I liked that.

   "Let's ride a little, OK?  You know you're gonna fuck me, but can we
drive around a little first?" She leaned back in the seat and kicked off
her shoes.  I hadn't noticed she'd been wearing heels, which now lay on the
floor of the ear.  She picked up legs and rested her stocking feet on the
dashboard, wiggling her toes.  "You got any foot fetish?" I honestly had
never thought about a girl's feet before but her actions caught me off
guard and I realized I did have - a freaking foot fetish.  Damn, this kid
had sexy feet.  "You wanna suck one?  You wanna lick my foot?  You want me
to jack you off with my feet?  You tell me what you want, tell me what you
need.  I'll do it.  I don't care what you make me do.  I'll do it."

   I reached over and shoved her knees apart.  I ran my hand up her
stocking covered leg up to the clasp of the garter holding up the torn
stocking.  I felt higher.  The warm smooth skin of her inner thigh.  So
smooth, so delightful.  I moved my hand higher and she spread her legs
more, her knees going out to the side.

   "You wanna feel my pussy, mister?  You wanna know what a little girl
feels like?  You wanna touch me?" She leaned toward me and whispered as she
lightly ran her tongue over the rim of my ear.  "What you wanna do to me,
mister?  You wanna pound my tight little cunt with your big cock?  I ain't
but 12 years old, mister.  You wanna hurt a little girl like me?" Damn! 
This kid was blowing my mind.  I knew she was 18, well almost 18, and that
she had a kid that was 3, but her mind games were driving me insane.  I
thought I would spontaneously erupt right there in the car.

   I pulled away from her.  "Give me your foot, whore.  I want to suck your
foot." Janice smiled a crooked smile.  I noticed a tiny scar on her cheek
for the first time, like a semi circle.  She shifted away from me and
leaned against the passenger side door.  Keeping her toes pointed, her leg
arches, she smoothly brought her feet to my face.  She grasped my cheeks
between her stockinged toes and lightly rubbed my face.  I could smell her
feet and gathered an image of a soft teddy bear, clean and warm, cuddly. 
It was obvious that this was her fantasy and she had prepared for it.  I
took her foot in my hand and pulled her toes toward my mouth.  I'd never
sucked a toe before and had no idea what effect it would have on me.  I
took two, three of her toes in my mouth, licking the rough nylon surface,
tasting the warmth of her foot.  I was over taken by the sensation, I was
lost in her spell.  My tongue began licking her foot, the arch, the tops of
her toes, I found half her foot in my throat, her other foot continued to
caress my cheek.  I think she had an orgasm but I'm not sure.  I was so
close to one of my own that her's didn't matter to me.

   She pulled her foot out of my mouth and smiled at me.  She lowered her
feet to my crotch as I sat facing her in the car.  She began massaging my
bulging crotch with her feet.  She hiked her skirt up to her waist and
pulled my hands to her pussy.  "Touch me, mister.  Feel me.  Put your
fingers in me.  Feel me up, mister." She led me down a path from which I
could never return.  "You can hurt me if you want, mister.  I ain't nothing
but a little whore girl.  Please, mister.  Hurt me." Her feet worked my
crotch like a high dollar massage toy.  I felt an orgasm rapidly
approaching.  Her cunt was warm, wet, slippery.  I pulled the thin material
aside and sunk my fingers in her easily.

   Suddenly she pulled back.  "Gee, Roger.  I gotta go home now." She
bounced up and pulled her skirt down as far as the half yard of material
would go, swinging her legs front, her knees tight together.  It took me
totally by surprise and for a brief second I was mad as hell.  Then she
looked over to me and a huge smile crossed her cute little face.  "I'm
kidding, Rog.  I saw a cop car.  Let's get out of here before he circles
back and tries to arrest me for prostitution and you for soliciting." She's
saved my bacon.  One more arrest - especially with an underage girl, and
I'd be in big trouble.

   The mood was broken and I hoped it would come back.  We headed for my
place.  She slipped her heels back on, twisted in the seat to get out,
politely keeping her knees together, reaching for my hand, like a little
lady might.  She was still 5 inches shorter than me as she looked into my
eyes and said, "Please, mister, I ain't but a little girl.  Do I really
have to go with you?" she looked down and added, "But Mommy said I had to
do what you tell me to do."

   It was pushing 9:30 when we got in the door.  Fuck it if Carlos wasn't
already inside.  "Momma mia!  Such a little beauty!" The night had begun.

   "We gonna do a threesome?" I nodded.

   "No, there'll probably be more guys here later, too.  Thought you might
pull a train for us." Janice didn't look shocked.  "Yeah, well....  Listen,
I thought it was you and me.  You want me to be the town pump, I think I
need a little encouragement.  Know what I mean?"

   "Coke?"

   "That's be nice, but I was thinkin that I gotta pay the babysitter, kid
needs some clothes, we could use a little food in the house...." I pulled
out my wallet and nodded to Carlos.  He did the same.  Between the two of
us, we put together a couple hundred bucks.  Janice shoved it in her tiny
black purse and snuggled up against me.  "Thank you, mister.  Now, you
gonna fuck me first, OK?"

   "AY, no, Chiquita.  I pay money to fuck you, I gonna fuck you first."
Carlos insisted.  Frankly it didn't matter to me.  Janice meant nothing to
me, just another fuck.  He took her hand and led her into the bedroom.  She
glanced back at me and shrugged her shoulders and willingly followed my
buddy to bed.  In moments I could hear the slapping of their crotches
together and a gentle Uh Uh Uh Uh sound from Janice as he rammed his cock
into her.  I waited my turn and had good sloppies.

   The doorbell rand, three more guys wandered in.  I explained that Carlos
and I had each coughed up $100 and each did the same.  By the time the guys
were all there, I had another $800 collected for the girl.  I was beginning
to feel like her pimp.

   It was over a month before I saw Janice again.  I'd called her a half
dozen times and had phone sex a few times but we never connected for
whatever reason.  I think she had a lot of guys that kept her busy.  I
wanted to be one of them.  For a girl her age she'd had her share of sex
and was damned good at it.  No one had ever excited me with their toes
before but this kid knew shit I'd never thought of.  I wanted more.

   I finally found out that she worked at a book store which blew my mind.
I had her pegged as an illiterate.  I actually questioned the info I'd
gotten so made it a point to stop in.  Sure enough, Janice was back in the
stacks talking with a nerdy looking kid with bottle bottom glasses and buck
teeth.  It wouldn't have surprised me if he'd been wearing plaid pants.

   "Hi, mister!" Janice saw me as I rounded the corner and ran to me,
throwing her arms around my neck, planting a sincere kiss on my cheek. 
"I've been hoping I'd see you soon." She then whispered in my ear, "I just
finished my period.  You can fuck me without a condom." She hunched her fat
mound against my leg.

   "Can we do it here?" I wanted to but knew what her answer would be.

   "If you want.  I'll do anything you tell me to do, mister.  You know
that." Damn.  Bluff called.

   "When do you get off?" I asked.

   "Every time I get fucked." She giggled like a schoolgirl.  She had me
and I couldn't help but smile.

   "I mean, what time do you get off work?"

   "Oh, I can leave now if you want.  You want to take me to your place or
to a motel?  You know I didn't get a chance to thank you in person for all
that money.  Can we do it alone this time?" I'd played this game with her
before and all I got was a foot massage and her toes in my mouth - not that
I was complaining.  I'd watched her fuck a dozen guys at my place so I knew
she was true to her word.  She'd do anything I wanted.

   "There's a motel in the next block.  You wanna go there?" She took my
arm and we headed to the door.

   "Gonna get laid, Harry," she called over her shoulder.  "Be back in an
hour - or less." She shot a glance at me with a shit eating grin on her
face.  I didn't know whether to be turned on or pissed.  I settled for
turned on.

   The motel was a dump but for $29.95 for three hours it would do.  I
asked if they had a two hourly rate.  Janice and I walked to the second
story room and she leaned over the railing as I worked the door.  "You
wanna look up my skirt?" she asked a maintenance guy working in the parking
lot.  She flashed him and laughed that little giggle of hers.  "I'm gonna
get laid." She whirled around, letting her skirt flare out which probably
gave the Mexican guy a good shot.  She followed me, marching into the room,
humming a funeral dirge.  " Bom, bom, pomp, bom.  Bom bom pomp bom...." She
resolvedly headed toward her fate.  It took me a minute to grasp that this
was still a kid.  Maybe a kid with a lot of experience but she's still just
a 17 year old kid.  "How you wanna do it, mister.  You want me to..."

   My mouth stopped her from saying another word as I took the skinny kid
in my arms and sucked her mouth.  I didn't want to hear her bullshit, I
wanted to strip her naked and ravish her skinny young body.  I held her
tightly against me, letting my hands explore her back, her flesh beneath
the pale yellow tank top she wore.  I didn't find a bra strap, confirming
my feeling that she didn't need a bra and probably never wore one.  I ran
my hand down her back to the waist band of her skirt and unbuttoned it,
letting the thin cotton skirt fall to the floor.  Still holding her against
me I didn't know what color her panties were but my probing fingers
discovered they were just as I had figured - thongs.

   She broke my kiss and whispered, "Do me.  Do me, mister." I wasted no
time getting her top off.  Her tits were small, maybe 32B at best.  High,
firm and round, I stooped to kiss them.  Her nipples barely raised about
the light brown areola.  With her having a kid, I'd expected them to be
darker.  I noticed tiny stretch marks that showed her tits had once been
much larger, probably while she was nursing.  I took one in my mouth, ran
my tongue all around her nipple, sucked it into my mouth and hungrily
sucked on it.  She moaned softly and I felt her knees go weak.  "Harder,
mister.  Suck harder.  Hurt me, OK?  Hurt me good." I felt her wiggle and
realized she was dropping her panties so she could be naked.  She pulled me
over on top of her on the bed and wrapped her thin legs around me.  "Fuck
me.  Please fuck me.  Do me hard, mister.  God, I need to fuck." I got away
from her long enough to get my jeans off.  Janice sat up in the bed and
looked at my dick wagging in her face.  "So big.  So big." She reached for
it, grasped it in both her hands and pulled it to her mouth.  She looked up
at me and I realized she had blue eyes, she deep throated my hard 6 inches.
I felt her tongue run around the head of my cock, then all her attention
was on my balls, licking them, lifting them.  I felt her tongue lick
beneath them, reaching for my ass.  I bent my knees toward her, encouraging
her to find my hole with her tongue.

   "I got an itch, mister.  I got a bad itch." I didn't know what she was
talking about.  "I got an itch only a dick can scratch." She scooted back
on the bed, her naked 17 year old body laid out before me.  "Do me, mister.
I'll do anything you want.  Anything.  Just lick me first, OK?" She lifted
her knees to her shoulders, her hands supporting them by holding her toes.
Her cunt was perfect, no labial distention, just a perfect little girl
slit, no hair, no moles, nothing but a perfect little cunt.  "Eat me.  Suck
me.  Lick me...  please, mister.  Eat me until I cum, OK?  Then you can
fuck me, fuck my butt, do anything you want to me.  I'm yours, mister.  I'm
just a little slut whore.  I ain't shit.  Use me."

   I doubt my cock had ever been harder.  This little girl was trampling on
all my hot buttons.  She truly was a little slut whore and she wasn't shit.
I could do anything I wanted and instead I sunk my cock as deep in her
tight twat as I could, burying it in her to the hilt on the first thrust.
She screamed in pain and clutched me against her.  "More, oh, yes, mister.
More!!" I fucked her like a bunny rabbit.  I jack hammered the girl as hard
and as fast as I could.  I wanted to rip her apart.  Her nails dug into my
back, her crossed ankles behind my back yanked me into her even farther,
she humped against me, trying to bounce my ass off the ceiling and she
damned near succeeded.  She hooked one foot the wall, leveraging her
thrusts against me.  I realized that the roles had reversed - she was
hurting me.  Her pelvic thrusts were bruising my crotch.  She was a wild
young animal, full of life and lust and demanding a climax.  I pounded into
the girl.  She lifted her head and sunk her teeth into my shoulder, then my
neck.  "Cum in me, Daddy.  Cum in me, Daddy." And I came like a bandit in
the dead of night.  I felt it shooting up from my legs, through my balls,
into my cock, and like a fire hose, I creamed the child with more than I
had ever shot before.  She bucked up against me, taking the last drop from
me, wanting more.

   "Eat me out, mister.  Eat your cum out of me." She shoved my shoulders
downwards, pushing me to her glistening hole, shoving the top of my head to
the right spot.  She lifted her legs up and out, widening her opening to
the limit, her little cunt gave a quick fart that made her giggle.  "Eat me
out, Daddy.  Eat me good.  Give me a `gasm." She rubbed her cunt over my
face, shoving her just used cunt all over my face, her thin legs wrapped
around me.  "Do me, Daddy.  Do me again.  Fuck your little girl again,
Daddy.  Please fuck me again.  Cum in me.  Knock me up again, Daddy."

   I knew the child was in a sexual frenzy.  I doubt she had any idea what
she was saying but every word turned me on more, every demand she made I
obeyed.  My cock regained its strength in moments and I shoved her into the
folds of the bed and grabbed her ankles, spread her legs wide and plunged
my still hard cock to the hilt in her demanding hole, the hole I hadn't
thought would be tight.  How wrong I had been, her tight little hole was
heaven, a gripping hot wet hole that sucked me in, held on to me, and
squeezed my cock.  I violently banged my pelvic bone into her clit, pounded
hard, harder, swinging right, then left, then back again, letting my cock
feel every internal inch of the child whore.  She pulled me down on top of
her, holding me tightly to her naked body and emitted a sound unlike any I
had heard before, a sound of ecstasy, a sound of a profound orgasm
overtaking her.

   "Oh, Daddy.  I love you, Daddy.  OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMM,
OOOOHHHHMMMMMMMM.  Daddy, Daddy, fuck, oh, fuck, oh Daddy OOOOOOHMMMM.

   She collapsed under me.  A rag doll sinking into an orgasmic chasm.  She
was out of it, totally gone.  She'd had what she needed and wanted - one
memorable orgasm.

   Ten minutes later she was sitting naked on my lap, her arms wrapped
around my neck, out lips joined, our tongues exploring each other gently.

   "Why did you call me Daddy when you were getting off?"

   Janice blushed.  "I love my Daddy."

   "You ever fuck him?"

   "Every time an old guy fucksme, I guess.  No, I never fucked him but I
sure always wanted to.  I tried to get him, but...

   OK, reader.  If you want to hear the rest of Janice's story, maybe
you'll come back to read Chapter 2?
   END OF CHAPTER 1