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 THIS TRINITY PROTECTS AND SERVES Incest Tales 10

   By DannyR (MMMM/b, t/t, oral, anal, incest, extreme pedo) Copyright
2008-2011.  All rights reserved.

   Author's Reminder: Don't forget that inquiring authors want to know --
what did you think?  So when you're done, put your fingers to a dried-off,
cleaned-up keyboard and start by typing: dr_harris_81@hotmail.com.

   DISCLAIMER: Some folks apparently have trouble distinguishing between
fantasy and reality.  This story is a fantasy.  It didn't happen.  Never
will.  And anyone who attempts to do in real life all or any of the things
depicted in the story needs to be hanged, then drawn and quartered, and
then turned over to the cops for the harshest penalties the law allows. 
After that, well, hopefully everything Law and Order and the news say is
true about child molesters in prison, is really true.  Now that we're clear
on what's what, and what's not, read on.
SPECIAL NOTE TO JOEY: If you haven't read the thank-you to Joey in Part
1, you ought to.  This pervy long story (78 pages in so-far five parts...so
far!) wouldn't have happened without Joey's newly pervalicious mind. 

Thanks, guy.

   THIS TRINITY PROTECTS AND SERVES Part 2.  A Bit of Blackmail

   I went and sat in my not quite box-empty, not remotely fully-organized
office and buried my head in my hands.  But all that meant was that when I
moved my hands my head was still down and I was staring at my stiff meat,
straining against my clothes.  Fuck.  What was I gonna do?  Okay, yeah, I
wanted my own baby boy so I'm a sick fuck, but he's so little...no matter
how many times the doc tells me how surprised he is at how big Sam is for
his age.  Almost like he was maybe six or seven months old.  And for all I
knew even the things I'd been fantasizing about before the panic attack
could hurt him somehow, even without penetration.  Damn, my mind was
whirling like one of those street punks who joined the police academy and
didn't have a fucking clue that first day, or well, shit, for days after.
Not until they got it all on their own, or...well, fuck, someone stepped in
a gave them a clue or three.  A teacher, a fucking mentor.

   And I sure the fuck had one of those right next door.

   He just didn't know it yet.

   I waited until the weekend; watched his wife haul ass out of there early
Saturday morning, lugging a computer bag and a fat bag that looked stuffed
with paper or files.  I didn't know what she did, but she sure looked like
she was going to be busy for a while.  And John, good neighbor pedo fuck
John, was staying at home.  I waited a while until it appeared he wasn't
leaving, either, and since the wife let without the kid, then his son was
home, too.  Perfect.  I cleaned Sam up, put him in a fresh diaper, and a
cute little shirt that Alicia just loved, but I was especially loving it
myself at the moment since it could be unbuttoned and off him so easily. 
For a moment, when Alicia gushed about how fucking cute it was that I was
going to take our precious little boy next door for a play date with the
neighbor's son, and what a good father I was, and gag me with a
nightstick...for a moment I almost put the brakes on things.

   But I came to my new-found pedo senses quick and got out the fucking
door.  And over to John's back door across the lawns (no fences) that
separated our homes.  It took a suspiciously long time for him to answer my
couple of knocks.  Suspicious to a cop who was aware the man inside was a
pedo boy cunt fucker who was alone with his fourteen or fifteen month old
son, who was already an experienced cum slut.  And when he opened the door,
well, damn if I wasn't sure I'd been right.  He was a little flushed, and
his shirt was not buttoned quite right, and I could see a slight bulge in
his crotch like his cock was reluctantly getting soft.  Not that he would
have noticed my quick once-over, I'm too good to be blatant.

   Words took care of the blatant bit.  "John.  You okay?  Did I interrupt?
Should I come back some other time, I mean, I hate to bother you if
you're...."

   "Naw, naw, Ric, that's fine.  The only thing you interrupted was a piss,
which I will now go finish.  But, c'mon in."

   Piss.  Yeah, right.  Or maybe...a piss in his baby's mouth.  Oh, fuck,
but was that a hot image.  I could feel my own meat distend, pushing
against my not-very-loose running shorts.  The ones I was wearing commando
this morning.

   I followed him inside the kitchen, sat when he waved his hand at a chair
by the table, and he left, making a sharp left turn into what I'd guess
would be a half-bath.  He didn't close the door to the kitchen, and I
didn't hear the bathroom door closing, so I figured he was getting his act
back together, since I didn't hear any piss sounds either.  I held little
Sammy in the cradle of my right arm and waited patiently for John to
return.

   Yeah, all buttoned right, and no bulge any more.  He gave me a kind of
grimace and a "Well, hell, sometimes you get stopped pissing and you don't
get started again" look.  I just grinned and nodded, and stroked my left
forefinger over Sammy's plump left cheek.  His eyes flickered toward the
gesture and then away when he offered me coffee.  I asked for black and he
turned to get two cups, filled them, turned back, came over, sat down.

   I looked down fondly, a doting new father, and did the finger thing
again, though this time I stroked sideways at the end, to gently rub the
tip over Sammy's chubby lips, almost as if I was going to poke the finger
inside.  I have excellent peripheral vision and hearing.  I heard the
slight intake of breath John tried to hide, saw the way his head started to
bend forward as if to get a closer look.  I suspected he was thinking more
a cock in the mouth than a finger, given what I'd seen two days ago.

   I hadn't quite decided how to play this.  Ease baby boy fucking into the
conversation?  Frontal attack?  Sometimes my best plans are the improvised
ones, which pisses my bosses off no end, but my plans have gotten me to my
rank, so fuck `em if they can't take a joke.  I decided on the mid-forties,
first-time father approach (not that I ever precisely said Sammy was my
first child; John didn't have to know I'd already been there/done that for
my own boy a bit more than twenty years ago).  So we drank our coffee and
the experienced dad gave the newbie some good advice...and it actually
was...until it was time to give him his bottle.  Alicia, unlike my late
wife, was so not into breast feeding.  Little Sammy latched onto it like
the greedy pup he is, "surprising" me into saying, "Damn, look at my boy
suck!"

   There was this moment of silence, and I could sense John's struggle to
keep the horny images that had to create in his head from overwhelming him,
converting the thought into something he could joke about, Freudian slip or
whatever.  So I helped out with, "Well, damn again, but that
didn't...uh...come out quite right, did it?"

   John allowed himself a little laugh.  "Uh, no, I don't think you quite
meant it that way."

   "Hmm.  You know, though, I don't think I'd mind if he did grow up to be
a cocksucker."

   John spurted a mouthful of coffee onto the table and then started
coughing.  He stuttered, "Wh...wh...what?"

   "Sorry.  Didn't mean to be so crude.  It's just that in working my way
up the ranks...I'm the new chief of detectives here," I inserted modestly,
"I've seen a lot of gays doing good things and as many bad things as their
straight counterparts, and all I really meant was that if it turns out he's
gay, that I'd be okay with it.  Only, well, cops have to live up to their
reputation for unthinking crudeness, and that was mine for the morning. 
Hopefully the last."

   The double mention of being a cop, especially the rank, shook him a
little.  Time to do some more shaking.  "You know, I was at home a couple
of days ago, and almost had to make a 9-1-1 call from Sammy's nursery."

   John went white.

   I turned my head to look him directly in the eyes.  He froze.  The whole
deer/headlights/panic bit.  "I couldn't fucking believe what I saw.  Hell,
I'm not sure I believe it yet.  Three grown men molesting a little baby
boy, a son, a grandson, right there in plain view." I pinned him with my
glare, so he wouldn't pay any attention to the way my left hand was
unbuttoning little Sammy's shirt, loosening one tab of his diapers and then
the other.

   "You three design that cute little baby boy fuck table yourselves, or is
that something from Home Depot?"

   "I...uh...I...."

   Hard, cold, crude.  All cop.  "Don't bother, John.  Like the fucking
movie, I know what you fucking did last Thursday.  You let your father and
your father-in-law slide their greasy dicks into both ends of your boy and
use him.  You ate out their asses and you took turns fucking them while
they were fucking Davey.  And then you ate the cum out of your tiny son's
ass cunt, and fucked him yourself.  You three are in so fucking much
trouble, fuck, you don't know the meaning of the word.  Three child
molesters in prison for fucking a boy that young?  You'll be fucked to
death yourselves within a week.  Unless...."

   He was sweating, shaking, anticipating his entire fucking world crashing
to ruins around him, and then he heard that word, that note of hope.

   "Unless?"

   "You give me something I want."

   Jesus.  He's on the hook for molesting his own son and letting two
grandfathers have their own incestuous fucks in both of the kid's cunts,
and he was about to go postal because he thought I was going to blackmail
him.  Well, yeah, I guess I was.  But that wasn't going to last long.

   "Blackmail?" Yeah, all righteous indignation at the low moral standards
of the police force these days.  He was practically shouting he was so
outraged.

   "Not quite, John." I paused, still holding his eyes locked to mine. 
"Well, fuck, yeah, you're right.  I am blackmailing you."

   "No!  I won't let you.  I'll tell the...." His "I'm fucked!" expression
was priceless as he realized that for all the movies and shit about the
blackmailed guy telling the cops and getting off by helping catch the
blackmailer, he just realized that I was "the cops."

   "I'll deny...."

   "Sure, John.  I expect you would.  But who the fuck do you expect my
detectives will believe when I tell them what I saw?  And what do you think
the doctor would find when they checked little Davey?  Even with the size
dicks you three have his little ass has to show it's been used and used
often.  Tell, and you are well and truly fucked.  All three of you."

   His shoulders slumped, and he looked down at his coffee, admitting he
was well and truly fucked already, just in a different way.  "I can't
afford...."

   "Oh, you can afford this.  It won't be a problem.  Hell, I'm sure the
two assistant molesters would be glad to help out."

   "Okay, okay." He let out a deep sigh, still not looking at me.  "What do
you want?"

   "Two things.  I want to find out what it's like to have my cock buried
in a little boy's cunt so I figured you'd like to let me use Davey...and
watch."

   His mouth dropped open as he looked up.  His eyes were so wide if the
lids moved any more we'd be in the middle of some gruesome twelfth-rate
horror flick with eyeballs everywhere.

   "And second..." I looked down at Sammy with his upper torso bare, and
John's eyes followed, watching as I tugged on the diaper and displayed my
little boy's bald pricklet and fat little ball sac.  "I thought maybe you
could teach me how to molest my own little boy so I wouldn't hurt him."

   He gasped and almost choked, trying to speak.  And then it hit him. 
"You fucking bastard.  A fucking set-up."

   I grinned unrepentantly back.  It sure the fuck wasn't a pleasant few
moments for him, but goddamn it was sure the fuck fun for me.

   After a moment he grinned.  And reached under the table and squeezed his
crotch.  He got up, went to the door, locked it, pulled the shade down. 
Did the same for the other kitchen windows.  Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.  It
was gonna happen right then.  Or maybe not.  "Wait the fuck here," he said
and walked out of the room.

   I sat there, still hard, gently stroking my baby's tiny dick, even going
so far as to spit moisten the tip of my finger and rub it gently over his
not-yet-pussy hole.  I've been on enough stake-outs over the year that I've
got patience.  But with my dick leaking a steady stream, and my naked boy
in my arms, and the fuck-pics in my head, the patience was draining almost
as rapidly as the precum staining my shorts.  Which is why I was grateful
when John walked back in--carrying a naked Davey, and a baby carrier.  And
he was naked, too, hardon straight out from his body.

   He told me to put Sammy in the carrier and set it on the big counter
away from the table.  I'm not a fucker who takes orders well, but I went
along.  Came back to the table, opposite from John.  He put Davey down, and
the little one kind of staggered, toddled around the table to me.  "Time
for your first lesson in molesting and being molested, Ric.  Get naked,
bend forward and spread your legs."

   I did and his only comment was "Nice meat.  Good boy fucker size.  Now,
Davey, why don't you eat this nice man's cunt."

   I would've objected to that description of my asshole, vigorously,
except I was too distracted, overwhelmed by the feel of those tiny hands on
my hairy ass, pushing my cheeks apart, or trying to.  I braced myself with
one forearm on the table, reached around and helped the little boy get to
where we both wanted him to be.  Fuck!  A shiver went over me as that tiny
boy tongue licked over my hole, and then he buried his face there and
started slurping and slobbering.  No one had ever licked my ass before. 
I'd heard of rimming but thought it was a joke.  Fuck was the joke on me. I
lost myself in the sensations as he got my ass wet, his tiny tongue somehow
managing to poke inside of me, lowered my forehead to rest on my clenched
fists.  I desperately tried to relax my ass to get more of the baby boy
tongue inside.

   And suddenly the sensation was gone, there were hands on my waist, and
something blunt was nudging my ass.  No fucking way!  The words in my head
were immediately spoken out loud, fuck, they were snarled.  I started to
raise myself up, but a hand on my back and five soft words stopped me with
my back arched and head thrown back like I was going to throw him off.

   Five words: "You want to fuck Davey?"

   "Fuck, yeah, but no one...."

   John chuckled.  And it wasn't a really nice laugh.  "You're an arrogant
prick just like my dad, aren't you, Ric?  Well, I'll tell you what I told
Dad when I was cruising the park toilet with little Davey, and Dad wanted
to fuck his grandson's ten month old pussy.  Any man I let molest my little
boy had better be not only fucking prepared but motherfucking willing to
get used as well, or no cock in kid cunt.  So I put Davey back in the
carrier on the floor of the toilet stall, bent Dad over and fucked his
cherry ass hard.  And when he cleaned me off, I fucked his face and came
again.  Then he got his meat in his grandson's pussy.

   "So what's it gonna be, macho man?  Either you let me breed your shit
hole and turn it into a cunt that is going to get bred probably every
fucking time you're kid fucking, just like your mouth will get used...or
you get dressed, take your son home, and jack off to fantasies of what you
could've had.  And fuck you and your threats."

   Another fucking thing I hadn't imagined.  Thought of.  Though come to
think of it...way too fucking late...I should've been prepared.  I'd
watched John eat out and fuck his father and father-in-law; logically
they'd do that to him.  Logically, they'd want that from me if I was going
to get to molest little Davey like I wanted to.  And Christ on a fucking
cross I wanted to.

   I nodded.

   "Oh, no, fucker.  You don't get away with that shit, not after what you
put me through.  Not with what you want from me."

   "Okay, goddamnit!  Yeah, I want to fuck Davey's cunts.  Yeah, I want
your help in learning how to molest my own kid so I don't hurt him.  So,
yeah, I'll fucking do what you want.  You can fuck me, or have me suck your
dick, just get it the fuck over with."

   "So you can get on to the important stuff, like sliming my baby boy's
shitter?"

   "Fuck, yeah!"

   And then the motherfucking pedo boyfucker faggot shithead cocksucker
asshole fucking hurt me.  He just rammed his cock into my ass.  No fucking
warning, no easing it in, no fucking consideration to my being a fucking
virgin, just wham!  And I screamed.  Christ, I'd been around enough porn to
know that the first time an asshole gets fucked is probably going to be a
lot more painful than a girl getting her cherry popped.  A woman's cunt is
at least designed for cock.  Well, fuck, in a way, so is an asshole.  So
when I realized what I'd have to do I'd expected some pain.  But nothing
more than a marine could deal with.

   Except I almost couldn't deal with the lances of pain shooting up from
my ravaged hole.  I tried to move forward, to get away from the cock
causing the pain, but John had grabbed my shoulders.  Fuck, I outweighed
the prick pedo bastard.  I was fucking stronger.  Trained in ways to maim
and hurt and kill.  I could have gotten loose, gotten his cock out of my
shit hole.  But the feel of those hands, the fingers digging into my
collarbones and muscles, brought me to my senses.  At least enough to
realize that if I wimped out, if I turned pussy coward, I'd shame myself,
but fuck...I'd lose out on young boy cunt.  So I surprised the fuck out of
John, steadied myself, and thrust my hips back as if I was trying to get
more meat into my hole, even though I could feel his pubes against my ass.

   A marine does what a marine has to do to get the fucking job done.  So
does a cop, even with all that constitutional crap about a perp's rights.
There was a pussy marine in my unit, loved getting his ass and face fucked.
Never used him myself, never considered it, but I knew some of my men did.
A few regulars.  Most just because they were so fucking tired of nothing at
all or just their hands.  And no one thought any less of him, because when
he was on duty he was the biggest--six eight, two seventy five--meanest
marine on the fucking planet.  The one you knew would do whatever it
fucking took to get the job done, and to bring everyone home, even the ones
who had to come in a body bag.

   So with a "you stupid fucking asshole, who the fuck said you were good
enough to be a marine?" reprimand to myself in my head, I told John roughly
to fuck my man pussy hard.  To give me a load of his hot cum.  To teach me
how to make his cock feel good inside my cunt.  The response was a gasp and
then a following of orders.  He pulled his dick out all the way and before
my new-made cunt could close, shoved it back in again.  And again.  And
again, twisting his hips, rotating his meat, hitting the spot in my pussy
I'd heard about but had never had touched before, not even with my own
fingers or anything else.  Everything I'd ever heard about the prostate
wasn't close to the fucking truth for me.  I went fucking crazy.  And John
went along with me.  Swearing at me, abusing me, squeezing my tits, then
rearing back up to hold my hips and fuck me hard, harder, hardest, telling
me what a cunt slut I was, how much he liked having a fucking marine as a
new pussy boy to use whenever he fucking felt like it.  Which was a sudden
image I guess he got off on, because he was suddenly spewing spooge up
inside me, and panting and gasping as he slumped over my back.

   And I had a fucking hardon.  Hell, I'd been hard throughout the fuck.  A
fuck I thoroughly enjoyed, I realized.  So.  I guess I could add faggot to
pedophile on my new fuck resume.  He slid his meat out of me and I almost
started to get up, because I was feeling a bit of strain in my muscles from
the position, from the fucking, but I never made it.  Little boy hands were
on my ass cheeks again.  Oh, fuck.  I turned my head and rested it flat on
the tabletop.  Reached behind to spread my cheeks as wide as I could.

   Little Davey began eating my ass out!  Tiny little boy tongue, little
boy mouth on my ass lips, licking, slurping, sucking all of his daddy's
juices out.  Cops and marines definitely moan when their cunts are eaten by
tiny boys.  They whimper when the kid stops, too.

   "Sit in the chair, Ric," John ordered.  I struggled to stand upright,
stretched my aching back, and plopped my ass down in a wooden chair with
arms and a fat cushion.  Fuck, if he didn't care what happened to the
cushion with sweat and ass juices and leaking cum, I didn't either.  Spread
my legs as little Davey got between them, bowed his head, and fucking let
my own cum and ass juices dribble out of his mouth and down to my aching
meat!  Christ!  And then he bent his head and added spit to the mix,
bobbing up and down.

   I wanted to cum right then.  But John told me to pick him up so he was
facing me, to let his legs spread wide, and use my hands to spread his
cheeks.  And fuck, oh fuck, John took hold of my prick and guided it to his
own baby son's fifteen-month-old boy cunt.  "Force him down on it, Ric. 
Get your dick in my little boy's pussy."

   I did and moaned again.  I didn't dare move.  If I'd moved right then
I'd have blown my wad.  But little Davey wasn't happy with just a
non-moving dick in his hole.  He wanted action.  Fucking action.  He moved
and squirmed and I obliged.  Oh, God, my first kid cunt and I was in pedo
fuck heaven.  I was born for this, fucking meant for this, just like little
Davey clearly was.

   I was enjoying the fuck so much I didn't even realize that John had
stepped away until he was back again, holding naked little Sammy in his
arms.  And then he was holding my naked baby boy in front of little Davey,
and Davey knew just what to do.  He started sucking my new son!  Sucking
three month old baby dickie while the baby's father was fucking his
boycunt. I felt like I was going to hyperventilate I was breathing so hard.
My hips started thrusting upward faster, harder.

   It was awkward, but Davey was kind of twisted to his left and John was
holding Sammy so I could almost see the blowjob, and suddenly Davey's
cheeks started bulging.  Sammy was pissing!  My baby boy was pissing and
Davey was getting it!  I whimpered, said something incoherent since I was
out of my mind with pedo fuck lust, but John somehow understood.  He pulled
Sammy away, swung him around, still pissing, and moved him up to my open
gasping mouth so my precious boy could piss his daddy's mouth.  And Davey
spat the huge mouthful of baby piss out, too, spraying Sammy's back, and my
hairy chest.  I fucked harder.

   When Sammy was done, John carefully turned him around so his plump
bottom was right in my face.  "Eat your baby son's pussy, Ric, tongue his
virgin cunt."

   Oh Christ fuck shit that's just what I did.  All too soon, though, John
pulled Sammy away, and replaced my baby's cunt with John's forefinger.  I
got it wet with spit.  I was going to get fingerfucked while fucking my
first baby boy.  Hot fucking damn.

   Only.  No.  Not part of the program.

   "Going to do what I tell you, Ric?" John asked as he pulled his slimy
right finger away.  "You've got your daddy meat up a boy who's barely past
his first birthday, lubed with my cum and your pussy juices, you're covered
in your own baby son's piss.  Gonna do what I say?"

   "Fuck, yeah."

   "Suck my fucking daddy dick, Ric.  Show me how quick you pick up on
cocksucking skills." He moved to my head and I sucked him in.

   "Look up at me, cock slut.  See how I've got little Sammy in my arm?" I
watched, nodded as best I could with a mouth full of John's meat.  I could
sort of see that Sammy's fat bottom was mostly on his left palm, and that
his thumb and fingers were kind of spreading his legs, holding them open.
He lowered his right hand.  Fuck shit Christ, he wasn't.  Fuck!  He was.

   "Suck me good, cum whore.  Fuck my boy hard.  You can't quite see but
I've got the tip of my fingers on baby Sammy's virgin hole.  Nothing up
there before but shit, right, daddy?" But he didn't want an answer, he
wanted cocksucking, boy pussy fucking.  I did what I was fucking told,
getting hotter and hornier by the second, fuck, by the split second.  John
spread his legs, kind of braced himself.  Began fucking my mouth.

   "I've moving my finger around, Ric.  Getting your baby's asshole ready.
He's only three months old, so fucking, fucking, fucking young, but he's as
big as Davey was at six months, seven months, he can take this.  Gonna
finger his little almost-pussy with a finger slimed by his own daddy.

   "Oh, fuck, Ric, so fucking hot.  Mouth fucking a big-assed hairy cop
while he's all covered in his baby boy's piss, and he's got his dick up my
son's randy boy cunt, fucking the hell out of him, and me, oh fuck, Ric,
I've got my finger on your baby's ass, I'm pushing it now, oh fuck yeah oh
fuck Ric, got the tip of my finger in his little hole, no pain, Ric, your
baby's a slut just like his daddy, gonna ease it in just a tiny bit more,
fuck fuck fuck fuck!  So tight, so fucking hot!  Shit!  Cumming fucking
cuuuummmmmmmmmmming!"

   John started blowing his load down my no longer virgin throat and I
rammed my cock deep in Davey's cunt, filling him with my daddy slime, while
the image of my son, my baby son, finger-fucked was in my head.

   When we were finally done cumming, including little Davey, the horny
whore boy, John pulled his dick out of my mouth.  I just lay back in the
chair, panting, sweating, piss covered, cum leaking from my ass, drool and
a dollop of cum leaking from the corner of my mouth, enjoying the after
glow of my softening prick inside hot baby boy ass.