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 Incest M/g

   Disclaimer: The children described here are perfect, ideal, and
completely imaginary.  Reality can never feel this good.  In prison, child
molesters are used as human toilets.



   Life Sucks

   by Pedro Feelya



   Life sucks.

   Joe was fed up with it all.  His job sucked.  His apartment sucked.  His
social life sucked.  Everything sucked.  And he was going to get away from
it all; start over.

   Joe had been planning this for a long time.  Move to L.A., change his
name, and get a new Social Security number.

   No more debt.  No more bad credit.  No more criminal drug history.  And
best of all, no more child support.  Joe was only allowed to see his
daughter twice a year and he dreaded and tried to weasel out of those
visits.  His fat spoiled little daughter was gifted with all of her
mother's terrible mental problems, and was obnoxious enough to make Gandhi
want to beat her.  Maybe Joe was a terrible father, but he would not miss
her at all.

   In fact, there wasn't anything he would miss.  Joe looked around at his
tiny, run-down apartment.  There were a few photo's, and some sports stuff
he would take, but not enough to fill his pickup.  Having his wages
attached to pay child support had not left enough for him to enjoy life or
buy anything nice.

   Joe didn't have any family to leave behind, and not too many guy
friends. He certainly didn't have any girlfriends.  He couldn't remember
the last time he got laid.  Having no money, a beat up old pickup, and an
impressive collection of cheap jeans and worn t-shirts, he wasn't exactly a
babe magnet.



   Joe had gone to the market and had gotten some groceries.  That was when
he saw her.  She wasn't much to look at.  He didn't know how old she was,
he didn't know that much about little girls.  She was less than four feet
tall and skinny as a stick.  Her hair was short and dark blond and looked
like it had been used as a mop.  Some of the darkness was probably from not
being clean.  Her clothes were shabby and dirty.  Her t-shirt was worn and
loose and had at one time been pink.

   She was definitely a girl though.  She wore a very short skirt made out
of faded denim and her legs, which were barely covered, were slender and
long.  Her head seemed twice the size it should be, but her face wasn't
ugly, and was definitely a girl's.  It was deeply tanned and her sharp but
dainty features were pleasing to look at.

   She was playing barefoot in the dry dirt to the side of the single
apartment building.  There weren't many apartments and few had children to
play with.  When she did have someone to play with, she seemed to be the
leader, tomboyishly assertive and very physical.  They called her Chris.

   She was squatting down and playing with Hot Wheels cars and dry
branches. Suddenly Joe wanted to see under her skirt.  He wanted to know
what color her underwear were, or maybe she wasn't wearing any.

   Joe felt something kick inside him and immediately made a decision. 
What could it hurt to play around with her?  It would be good practice to
see how far he could get.  He was ready to leave the state anyway on a
moments notice.  He had never been attracted to little kids, hadn't ever
even considered them sexually, but what the hell, he was horny and he might
never get another chance to try it.

   Joe paused as he casually walked past.  "You bored?"

   Chris looked up, surprised.  "Yah" she shrugged.

   "You're name is Chris, isn't it?"

   "Christine" she answered defiantly.

   "Well Christine," he said her name respectfully, "my name is Joe and I'm
bored too."

   Christine continued to look at him, maybe a little skeptically.

   "I've got some ice-cream cake in the freezer if you want." Joe offered.
He wasn't lying.  It was a couple weeks old, but should still be okay.

   Christine instantly brightened and smiled.  Joe couldn't help but notice
that she was going to need some heavy duty braces someday.

   Joe turned slowly and began to lead the way to his apartment.  It was
less than a hundred feet.  He stopped at his first floor apartment door and
tried to balance the groceries in one arm while trying to fish his keys out
of his pocket.  He was turned and could now see Christine's face.  She
looked very worried and a little scared.  She stood just over one large
step away, staying out of his reach.

   "Here, help me." Joe handed one heavy bag to her.  Instinctively she
stepped up and took it.  Acting as natural as possible, Joe quickly got his
keys out and opened the door.  He swung it wide open and walked straight in
without pause.  He paused at the thermostat to turn the air conditioning on
high.

   Joe walked in and around the counter into the kitchen.  "Just put them
on the table." he said without looking back.

   Joe knew his apartment wasn't intimidating.  He didn't have very much
furniture, and he kept it clean and uncluttered.  There were interesting
puzzles and knickknacks all around, and lots of books.

   He opened the freezer to get the cake and looked over at his little
victim.  The grocery bag was at the edge of the table and she was standing
very straight beside it with her hands clasped in front of her.

   "I hope you like hot fudge and strawberries." He said warmly.

   Christine nodded vigorously.  She seemed still too nervous to speak.

   He pulled the strawberry ice-cream cake out and set it on the counter.
Then he opened the refrigerator door, grabbed the old bottle of fudge, and
put it in the microwave.

   "Actually, can you bring the groceries over here?" he asked.

   Christine gingerly picked the bag back up and walked into the kitchen,
her eyes were glued to the cake.  When she got close enough, Joe took the
bag and then set two bowls down in front of the cake.  He held a knife over
the cake.

   "How much do you want?" He began to move the knife slowly over the cake.
Christine licked her lips.  He knew she would want more when he slid the
knife down and lifted the piece into her bowl.  He cut the same size for
himself.  Then, he topped both bowls with some hot fudge.

   Christine stood very close to her bowl, and to him, as he worked around
her.  Joe handed her a spoon and the bowl, then herded her toward the couch
in the living room.  The couch was not very big and that sat together.

   Before she could take a bite, he handed her the remote to the TV.  "Pick
some cartoons."

   Christine looked a little wide eyed.  "Momma always watches her shows."

   "Well, find something we both like."

   Christine quickly began to surf through the channels and stopped at
Sponge Bob.  She saw the look of agony on Joe's face and stopped at the
next cartoon about fairies.  Joe smiled at her.  He could stand simple and
cute but not celebrating stupidity.

   Christine then split her concentration between her ice-cream and the
cartoon.  Joe took his time eating, mostly studying her.  The apartment
cooled to a very comfortable temperature.  Christine finished her ice-cream
and at the next commercial break looked up at Joe.

   "You want some more?" he perked up excitedly.

   "Yah!" she responded loudly with pure joy.

   "Well, help me get it" he laughed.

   This time Christine led the way to the kitchen.  Joe reached for the
fudge.

   "Get the cake out of the freezer" he instructed.

   She had to stand on her toes to reach that high, and that was the
perfect opportunity to strike.  Joe turned suddenly and grabbed her under
the arms.  He was twice her size and dominated over her.

   His fingers danced lightly, up and down her ribs, through her light
t-shirt.  Christine screeched deafeningly and fell to the floor, laughing.
Joe knelt beside her and continued to try to wiggle his fingers under her
arms that she had wrapped tightly around her, but he didn't want to hurt
her.  So, he began to tickle around her neck, but she was able to scrunch
her shoulders up.

   Joe then grabbed her legs.  They were long and slender, but very
powerful, and very ticklish; especially behind the knees.  Christine was
laughing and choking and trying to squirm away.  Grasping his hands on her
bare smooth skin was a little erotic.  Physically playing with her,
grabbing her, watching her legs, and hoping that her skirt would ride up,
was having a strong effect on him.  Still, he didn't want to hurt her, and
he let her wiggle away.

   Joe didn't have much time to wonder how badly he scared her.  Christine
scrabbled up, got her feet under her, and then turned and launched herself
at him.  He was still on his hands and knees.  Her waist caught on his
shoulder and she lay across his back.  Then her hands began to dig at his
ribs.  It wasn't very ticklish, and it kind of hurt, but he wasn't going to
let her know that.  It was easy to laugh and fall to the floor, holding his
arms tight to his sides like she had done.  He rolled over onto his back as
she scrambled to stay on top of him.  She stood, dominating over him,
trying to find his most ticklish spot.

   Joe looked directly up, and between her spread legs, and could plainly
see her pale green panties, as though she were showing them to him.  He
could feel his cock swell.  Christine was starting to slow so he reached
up, grabbed her thighs with both his hands, and lifted up.

   With her footing gone, Christine fell forward and landed heavily on his
body, her face was dangerously close to his crotch.  He held one leg and
tickled her behind the knee with his other hand.  He could lift his head
and look between her legs again, as she laughed and twisted to free
herself. Soon her squirming caused her skirt to ride up to her waist and
her muscular slender butt flexed and twisted inside her panties.

   For a brief moment, one of Christine's hands grabbed his solid cock as
she struggled.  Joe froze.  Christine instantly stopped laughing.  She
squeezed it.

   "Oooff" Joe's breath left his body.'

   Christine twisted and her eyes widened as she saw her skirt was bunched
around her waist.  And, Joe was eye level with her exposed panties

   She let go of his cock and pouted, "You're bad." as she sat up on his
chest and tried to pull her skirt down.

   Joe laid his head back onto the floor.  "What was it we came in here
for?" he wondered aloud.

   "Ice-cream" Christine replied firmly and primly.  She wasn't so upset
that she would give up ice-cream.

   Right," he said, "get up and we can have some." She was still sitting on
his chest.

   "Don't look at my underwear." She told him in a very serious voice.

   "Okay" he answered lightheartedly.

   Christine started to stand up over him, trying to hold her skirt tight
around her, but she started to lose her balance and reached out.  Joe
seized the opportunity.  He reached both his hands up under her skirt and
roughly grasped some cloth and yanked down.  Christine landed with her butt
on his chest, hard enough to knock the wind out of him, but the pale green
cloth was now down around her knees.  Joe quickly jerked them up and free
from her bare feet.

   "Hey, those are mine.  Give them back." She shouted.

   Christine surged forward, onto her feet, and dove for her panties that
Joe held outstretched away from her.  Roughly, he pulled his arms in and
rolled forward and onto his feet.  She landed on the floor and he turned to
see her get to her feet.  Her eyes were locked on the panties in his hand.

   "Give em." She charged toward him

   Joe scooted out of the kitchen and ran across the living room laughing
wildly as she gave chase.  He dove over the couch and then dove back as
just as she got around it.  Joe dodged back and forth behind the couch,
narrowly avoiding her attempts to chase him down.

   Despite his intentions, he was having a lot of fun while laughing and
taunting.  Christine wouldn't openly show her enjoyment, but couldn't help
but smile and laugh at Joe's antics.  He held her precious tiny panties
teasingly close to redirect her momentum, and then he would dash the other
way.

   After a couple of minutes, Christine gave up on the panties and tackled
Joe's leg.  He sprawled to the floor and she instantly clambered over him.
She had almost reached his outstretched hand when he switched the panties
to his other hand, and quickly pulled them down to his waist.  Before she
could grab them, he stuffed them deep into the front of his pants.

   Christine's jaw dropped and her eyes widened as she lay on his chest and
looked up into face.  Joe instantly stopped struggling and relaxed.  She
could have them back, but she would have to go get them.  While they had
been playing, his cock had mostly softened.  Now that he felt her intimate
panties, and the possibility of her hand, it quickly grew to full hard.

   "Give them back." She ordered him with all the authority her young voice
could muster.

   "Okay," he said.  "Take them."

   "I'll pull your pants down." She threatened.

   Little did she understand.

   "You can't even undo my belt." Joe goaded her.

   Without hesitation, Christine swung her legs over and knelt beside him.
With both hands she struggled with the belt buckle for about five seconds
before she had it undone.  Eagerly and without question, she unbuttoned
Joe's pants and unzipped them.  Trying not to be too obvious, Joe lifted
his hips as she pulled his pants down to mid thigh.

   Joe's hard pecker made a distinctive long bulge, trapped in his boxer
briefs.  Christine had unwittingly grabbed his cock through his pants
before.  Now she reached her hand toward it, but hesitated, staring.  Joe
was afraid she would chicken out.  He gently grasped her hand and laid it
directly on his bulge.  She firmly squeezed it.  Joe moaned very faintly.

   Christine continued to feel the size and hardness.  After a few minutes
Joe was going to ask her if she wanted to see it, but then she looked up at
his face.  Biting her lip in fear, she ran her fingers under his waistband,
across his body.  Joe had never felt anything so erotic in all his life.

   Joe exhaled in pleasure and then lifted his hips again.  Christine slid
her fingers into his waistband on both sides, and pulled his underwear
down. When his trapped cock sprung free, it slapped up against his stomach,
and then bounced to stiffly point up at an angle.

   Christine ignored her panties that were stuck in his shorts, but stared
at his hard pulsing cock.  She reached for it and Joe groaned as her hand
slid firmly around it.

   Gambling, he laid his hand on the back of her bare leg, and held the
bottom of her thigh, above the knee.

   Her hands were small enough that she could grip his cock with both of
them at once.  She twisted and played with the skin and the soft head as
Joe groaned and whined in pleasure.  He continued to slide his hand up her
leg slowly.  Soon it was under her skirt and he felt her bare butt cheeks
in his hand.  Christine tried to scoot away, but firmly gripped and
squeezed one butt cheek, holding her in place.  His fingers were in her
tiny butt crack.

   Christine was starting to explore the range of motion of his cock,
turning it every direction and in circles.  Joe continued to squeeze her
small soft bottom then let his hand drop a little.  He slid his hand
between her thighs and then gripped her inner thigh with his fingers.  He
ran his forefinger across the tight fold of her pussy.

   "You shouldn't touch me there." She stated mechanically as though she
were repeating something.  Joe continued to rub her pussy while watching
her reactions.

   Christine was now playing with the base of his cock and began to explore
his ball sack.

   Joe kicked off his shoes.  "Take my pants off."

   While she was busy taking off his pants and underwear, Joe stripped off
his shirt.  Christine returned to grab his cock and play with his balls,
and Joe spread his legs a little for her.  He reached for her shirt but she
let go of him and sat back, out of his reach.

   "Okay." He nodded at her.  He would leave her clothes alone.

   She returned to a kneeling position beside him.  Joe returned his hand
to massaging and squeezing her butt.  Then he reached over with his other
hand and began to rub the front of her pussy and her clitoral area.  It was
Christine's turn to grunt and groan.

   After a few minutes of this Joe thought she was ready for more.

   "I want to do something to you.  But, you have to trust me.  If it hurts
at all, I promise to stop.  Okay?"

   The look on her face said that there was a war between fear and
excitement in her, and excitement won.

   "Okay." She nodded happily.

   Joe got to his knees and told her to stand.  He then carefully lifted
her skirt hem above her waist, and then lifted her entire body to sit her
at the edge of the couch.  She was sitting with her bare butt on the edge
of the cushion and her legs spread slightly.

   Joe took a moment to look down.  It was pure white perfection.  Her
pussy was just a puffy mound with a fold going down the center.

   "Lean back" he told her.

   She did, but not all the way.  She could still see everything.  Her eyes
got real wide as he pulled her thighs wide and brought his face between
them.

   "Uh, wait a minute" she wavered.

   He licked her directly on her fold from the bottom to the top.

   "Oh my God, that kind of tickles."

   He licked again, his tongue sliding between the fold, and feeling soft
layers of warm skin.

   "No, wait, oh, oh my God, oh, um"

   At the top of her fold he wiggled his tongue hard against the soft
curtain of flesh inside.

   "Wow, Oh My God, wow, stop, I mean wait, oh wow, oh my God."

   Joe continued to explore and spread her pussy with his tongue. 
Christine's comments began to make less sense and soon turned into grunts
and whines.  Joe was disappointed when his tongue spread and tried to enter
her tiny virginal hole.  There was no way his dick was going to fit in
there without tearing her from asshole to bellybutton.  It might be able to
fit his smallest finger.  Still, he wanted to cum inside her.

   He was truly enjoying his little toy's animal noises and the taste of
her fresh unspoiled pussy.  He released her thigh with his right hand and
she spread her legs even wider.  His hand found his aching hard cock and he
began to stoke it furiously.

   Christine's whines were becoming more intense and joining into one long
ascending whine.  Joe didn't know if she could orgasm, but she sure was
sure acting like it.  He could even tell when she crested her climax, and
he stopped licking and tonguing her.  Her body shivered and shook as her
closed eyes and fists clenched and unclenched.

   Joe relaxed, enjoying her smell and taste.  He had never seen skin so
smooth and perfect in his life.  Just the idea that he was the first ever
to be between her legs was intensely erotic.  That he hadn't even
considered this erotic less than an hour before was mind boggling.

   Just as she was about to catch her breath, he clamped his mouth over her
entire pussy and began sucking and licking again.  Now, he stroked himself
hard, escalating his own orgasm.  He was timing it so he could cum inside
her as she was cumming again.

   Christine began to cum again almost immediately.  Her lithe little body
needed very little time to regenerate energy.  Her soft wails were more
throaty and sexy.

   Joe slobbered as much saliva as he could inside her pussy.  He then
straightened up and crawled his naked body up between her legs.  Christine
opened her glazed eyes and looked at him, uncomprehending.

   Joe wrapped his hand around his bone stiff cock and got a firm grip.  He
pushed the head of his cock up against her vagina hole firmly.  Then he
slid his cock head up and down her slit, lubricating it.  Faster and faster
he slid it up and down, from her hole to over her clitoris and back down to
the hole again.  The heat and friction against his cock head was intense
enough to make him cross-eyed.

   Christine closed her eyes and then clenched them as she rocketed toward
her second orgasm.  Joe could almost imagine feeling her tiny love hole
begging for his rod, and he could definitely tell when his cock head rubbed
over her clitty.  Her body would jerk like an electric jolt.  He had never
felt such powerful desire.  He felt like a massive animal about to consume
a small defenseless prey.

   The jerking became a spasmodic shaking as again she peaked into the land
of orgasm.  Hearing her young tiny voice cry in such pleasure was more than
Joe needed.  He felt his own wave approach like a freight train.  Every
muscle in his body began to pull together.  His consciousness focused down
to one bright point at the end of his cock.

   Joe jammed his cock directly up against her burning hot hole and his hot
sperm pulsed deep inside her tunnel.  He intently watched as not a single
drop of white leaked out past what he could see of his cock head.

   It was the most amazing orgasm he had ever had, and he hadn't even been
inside her.

   Joe had no intention of shoving his cock through her flesh, ripping the
skin, tearing muscles, and causing bad hemorrhaging and blood loss.  That
would be insane.

   He was happy enough to have come hard, and to have shot his seed through
her virgin hymen, and deep into her.

   Christine would have no idea of this.  She probably wouldn't even
understand where the white stuff leaking from her pussy had come from.



   As the rush passed and the high came down, Joe regained his senses to
realize that he was completely naked and towering over a mostly naked
little girl, with his cock still pressed up against her wet pussy.  She was
still heaving and gasping and staring at him in wonder.  He had gotten his
rocks off, and satisfyingly so, but now he needed to get rid of her.

   Joe sat back on the floor and began pulling on his pants.  Then he got
up and quickly went to the bathroom and got some toilet paper.  He came
back to the living room where Chistine had now sat up and looked like she
had ten thousand questions, but he quickly walked to her.  He pushed her
back gently and wiped her pussy softly.  He then put the rest of the paper
in her pale green panties and pulled them up over feet and up to her
bottom.

   Joe pulled her to her feet and she pulled her panties over her butt and
pulled down her skirt.

   "What happened?" she whined.

   "Nothing.  I've got to get some things done.  Maybe we can play again
sometime."

   He felt like a heel as he shooed her toward the door.  He thought about
threatening her to stay quiet, but then he also hoped it wouldn't matter.
He intended to quit this life and start a new one, and tonight would be a
good night to do it.  Letting her go would be burning a bridge, forcing him
forward.

   He practically shoved her out the door and locked it.



   An hour later he had his truck packed and was digging in his closet for
any forgotten memories he wanted to keep.

   The door bell rang.  Even though he had guessed an hour was probably all
he had, it shocked him so bad that his heart stopped.  He thought about
escaping out the back window, but decided to see how bad it was.

   Joe walked quietly to the front door and looked through the peephole.

   There was a big fat ugly lady out there, but no cops.  That might be a
good sign.  The woman's hair was the same color as Chris's.  Talking to her
would probably make things worse, but at least he would know how much time
he had.  He unlocked the door.

   "Hello?"

   "Hi.  I'm Evelyn, Chris's mom.  I have something to ask you and I don't
know how to say it."

   Here it comes, Joe thought; her accusation and his denial.

   "Well," she continued in her deep hoarse voice, "Chris showed me her
math homework, and she says you used to be a teacher.  You helped her with
it so much.  I would like it if you could tutor her after school everyday.
I just can't pay you very much."

   Joe swallowed hard.  He couldn't leave now.  Maybe his life sucked, but
teaching Christine more about sex each day was just too good to pass up.







   A couple weeks later, Evelyn was doing laundry, when she noticed a
bloodstain on Chris's underwear.  Chris was too young to have a period. 
Sometimes Chris came home smelling freshly bathed.  Evelyn started putting
the pieces together.  Chris talked about Joe all the time and she seemed to
glow.  She had a new skirt and sexy top that Evelyn didn't remember buying.

   Son Of a Bitch.  The bastard was fucking her little daughter.  The
goddamn pervert was raping a little kid.  That was why Chris was happy all
the time and was over there so much.  She also acted so much more like an
adult.  She didn't whine or argue any more.  In fact she was more
respectful and loving then ever.  She had gotten an A on every test and
homework.  She was clean all the time now and she had been asking for a
nice haircut.

   That asshole was turning Chris into a little woman.  A polite, well
mannered, happy little woman.

   Well, Evelyn thought to herself, at the very least, she was going to
stop paying the bastard.





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