    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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