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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.

   Chapter 4.  Sammy's New Pedotrician (Checking the Doc's Dick)

   Well, fuck.  It's not often you walk into your doctor's office and have
him welcome you...stark, fucking naked except for the white coat hanging
open.  With a leaking hardon.  Yeah, that was a hot looking pedo cock, just
like John said.

   I introduced myself and Sammy, which seemed kind of dumb considering who
Trey was and why I was really here, and the fact he already knew who the
fuck I was.  But still...this was my precious little baby, and even though
I was already fantasizing about Trey dicking the kiddy cunt with that
slender, big-knobbed meat, and me, and me using Trey, too, I had my
reservations.

   Which he clearly picked up on.  His voice was very reassuring as he
asked me to carry my baby over to the exam table, so he could check him
out. As I walked I glanced around, taking in the fact that this was an
incredibly lush room with a high ceiling, although clearly it wasn't the
warehouse roof.  The part nearest the door was set up as a doctor's
examination area, but the rest of the huge space was a little mind-blowing.
A king-sized bed that looked like it had been super-sized; it was slightly
rumpled as if there had been some sex going on there.  Several flat panel
TV screens in various parts of the room; some where you could easily watch
from the bed, others with leather couches and several chairs set up for
watching.  There were small tables everywhere with bottles and jars of
lube, and multiple bottles of poppers.  Shelving with dildos and butt plugs
in a wide variety of sizes carefully encased in clear plastic cases,
obviously to keep them clean.  And damn if there weren't fucking cameras
everywhere.

   Trey noticed my frown as I saw the cameras.  "Don't worry, no one will
ever see them unless you decide you want to share.  Except, of course, the
ones who pay for them."

   "What?"

   "Come now, detective, don't play the dumb asshole.  This is my
livelihood.  Did you think you were going to get my expertise for free?"

   I guess I must be a dumb asshole.  The fact that Trey had charged that
lawyer forty-five grand so that Trey could take the little boy's virginity,
had just sort of gone right over my head when John told me Trey had agreed
to see what he could do to help me get my dick in my baby's hot little
pussy sometime before entropy runs out.  Even if I hadn't just bought a new
home, there was no way I could ever have afforded that kind of money on a
cop's pay.  I shrugged, and told him, "You're right, doc.  I was being a
dumb asshole.  And since I can't afford to pay you, I'll just figure out
the right way to fuck him on my own."

   Trey held up his hand and said, "Whoa, guy.  A couple of steps back. 
Yeah, most of my clients are publicly well-known, and very, very rich, so
there's no problem with a discreet transfer to an offshore account.  But no
one's ever brought me a boy practically fresh out of the womb.  Hell, maybe
I ought to be paying you."

   Yeah, right.  Like that's gonna happen.  Which he confirmed with a laugh
before going on.

   "Sorry, Ric, but while I'm a nice pedo, I sure the fuck am not that
nice. But I have some clients who would pay well for a DVD of me getting
this handsome young one's baby pussy ready for his daddy's dick, and then
seeing his cunt deflowered.  And pay even more, to get a shot at his ass or
mouth once you decide you're ready to share.  Hell, from what John has told
me about this kid, you could even make yourself a nice hunk of change after
I get my fee."

   Whore my son out?  There was a split second of start-up rage before I
realized that the idea turned me on.  I already knew that I wanted to find
out if I could somehow induce (seduce?) my hard ass Marine colonel brother
Dan into joining me for pedo fun and games with our littlest sons; already
knew how hard and leaking I got watching John and the granddads help work
little Sammy over.  Sure.  Why the fuck not?  Which is precisely what I
said to Trey.

   He nodded and held out his hands for my baby.  I gave the kid to him,
and as he put the baby on the exam table lights suddenly turned on,
focusing directly on my diapered son, and all the flat screens came to
life. Showing the three of us, as Trey quickly removed the diaper.  And
then the camera zoomed in on baby Sammy, sprawling naked on his back, with
his plump stark white belly, and that little nubbin of a cock, and the tiny
tight little ball sac.  What the fuck?

   My hand whipped around my back, under my coat, grabbing my gun.  "Who
the fuck else is here, you bastard?" I almost shouted as my left hand
grabbed Trey's wrist, to stop him from touching my kid.

   Trey winced from the way I was squeezing him.  "Damn, detective, of
course there has to be someone running the cameras, if either one of us is
going to make any money out of this.  I sure as hell can't do it, and I
don't think you're a camera expert either."

   I squeezed harder, but for the moment didn't haul my gun out, though it
would take only a split second to do it.  "Nobody...you understand,
no-fucking-body fucks with my kid, in person or video, without my okay. 
Get him here."

   I let him go and stepped back.  Trey rubbed his clearly aching wrist. 
He looked up at me, started to say something, got a really good look at the
expression I knew was on my face, and decided against saying anything.  He
didn't raise his voice, just said, "Kwazi, c'mon over."

   Kwazi?

   "Yeah, Ric, that Kwazi." Trey snickered.  "He's fifteen now, and a
fucking electronics genius.  A well-hung genius." He tilted his head and I
looked to my right.  A door in the far wall was open, and a naked black boy
was walking across the room.  With his hardon leading the way.  Damn shit
fuck.  That had to be an eight inch, half a dollar coin around, teen prick
pointing toward us.  And not a fucking hair on him, except for the thick
curls on his head.

   He stopped very close to me, looked up, and his smile--blinding white
teeth set off by thick lips and a wide, wide mouth--was lewd.  "You like
nigger boy pussy, sir?"

   Aw, Christ!  So fucking hot!  I could barely get "never had any" out of
my mouth.  His grin went up a few megawatts of wickedness.  He turned
around, leaned over so his head was resting on the exam table, reached
behind him and spread those fat, large cantaloupe ass cheeks wide, to let
me see my first nigger pussy.  Fuck me!  His hole was all puffy, and as he
pulled with his fingers, his cunt muscles pushed and whitish slime oozed
out.  I couldn't help myself.  I reached out and scooped it up with two
fingers, put them to my mouth, licked them clean.

   "My daddies love me, of course," he said as he raised up, resting his
forearms on the table as I fondled his cunt, "but I'm getting a little old
for them.  But daddy Ed plans ahead, so I have two brothers.  A chink who's
six, and a dago who's three.  My daddies like to watch nigger dick going
into my brothers' hot little cunts, and sometimes, like this morning, daddy
Ed has me fuck the chink really hard, and he lets daddy Frank fuck my pussy
really hard at the same time.  Of course, daddy Ed was fucking the dago. 
Am I too old for you?"

   The last was said with a wistful expression that just flickered in his
eyes and was gone.  Even as I was vehemently saying, "Fuck, no!" I realized
that yeah, baby boy sex turned me on like nothing in my life, and yeah, I
was planning on fucking my own three month old baby boy and whoring him
out, but I was also fantasizing about, and hoping to make a reality of,
sexing my nephews...fourteen, nine and two.  And my year old grandson.  And
now I was apparently being offered sloppy seconds or thirds in a
well-fucked fifteen year old nigger cunt.  I rammed three fingers up his
pussy...hard!  He squealed and leaned forward, spreading his legs a little,
working his bubble-butt on my fingers.

   I looked over at Trey, nodded, and he moved in to lift baby Sammy out of
my arm.  I couldn't exactly fuck my first nigger cunt while holding my
little boy in one arm.  I unzipped my slacks and hauled out my hard and
leaking cock and my balls, removed my fingers, stepped behind Kwazi,
grabbed his hips and with a little nudge to get in place, slammed home even
harder than my fingers had gone in.  He grunted, because while I'm not
fucking long I am fucking thick, and the nigger was smart enough to know I
wouldn't appreciate fake squealing, not when I was sure he'd been fucked by
far bigger cocks and dildos and fuck, even fists.

   Holy fuck.  The image of my big white hairy hand fucking this nigger
boy's cunt nearly sent me over the edge.  "Fuck, fuck, fuck!  Fuckin' me a
goddamn nigger boy cunt." I began pounding his ass hard.  I reached around,
twisted his tits, and he whimpered.  "You ever been fisted, nigger boy,
fisted like your daddy Frank?"

   He shook his head, and shivered.

   "You think daddy Ed would like to see you and your daddy Frank on the
bed together, with me fisting your slut pussies side by side?"

   "Oh, yes, massa, oh fuck yeah."

   I eased up on the fucking just a bit, didn't want to cum too quickly,
though I knew I was good for more.  I looked over at Trey.  Blinked. 
Looked again.  Groaned myself.  He had two fucking fingers up Sammy's baby
hole.  Two!  Trey was naked now, and the steady stream of slime from his
pee lips told me clearly how turned on he was.  He looked at me and winked.
"You want a testimonial from another satisfied customer?"

   He knew, and I knew, that I wasn't going to back out now, not with my
dick buried in teen nigger cunt and the pedotrician finger fucking my
baby's pussy.  I nodded, thinking he was going to tell me about another
pedo scene like Ed and Frank and little nigger boy baby Kwazi.  Instead, he
reached for his phone with his unslimy hand, flipped it open, speed-dialed
a number.

   "Trey, here." He paused, listening to whoever was at the other end of
the connection.  "Thanks, I appreciate that.  But the reason I'm calling is
I'm wondering whether you can get away for a while.  And bring your slut
along." Pause.  A small laugh.  "Of course I'm always horny!  But I have a
new father with me, and he's understandably nervous about his little one. I
thought you might be willing to...ah...recommend my services."

   A bigger laugh after listening.  "Well, naturally actions speak louder
than words.  I thought you might want to share the DVD of your cunt's
cherry getting busted, and then let him have a taste of one, or even both,
of the little cum dump's holes." Pause.  "I'm sure, but I'll check."

   He turned his head to look at me, the cell phone still at his ear.  For
a man of his obvious wealth, it was an unusually cheap-looking phone.  And
then I realized it was one of those cheap, untraceable, use the minutes and
pitch it phones.  "You think you might be reassured if a very
satisfied...customer...comes over with his little boy for, let's call it
`show and tell?' You can take the DVD home and jack to the year old boy
getting his cherry busted by his granddaddy.  But first you can you can try
the boy's holes.."

   I'd been watching my boy's pussy getting trained, and fucking nigger
cunt, and I was so turned on I could barely keep from cumming.  This made
it worse.  Or better.  "How old?"

   "19 months."

   "Christ, yeah."

   Trey's smile was more than a little smug.  He knew I wasn't going to
turn down an offer like that.  "There's just one thing...."

   I interrupted.  After my experiences with little Davey and his family I
knew what the "one thing" was certain to be.  "Yeah, if he wants to use
either of my...." I stopped.  No real reason, except, well, I was about to
tell a comparative stranger that my mouth and asshole had become cunts. 
Sure, sure, I said it all the time when I was sexing, getting sexed by John
or Harry or Ben.  But that was intimate, during sex.  This was, somehow,
almost like putting a billboard up by police headquarters with a picture of
me grinning and saying, "Yeah, your chief of detectives likes his cunts
used by other men." So fucking public.  So fucking true.  I started over.
"More than happy to have my cunts fucked if he's interested."

   "Not quite right.  That, too, but he's going to want a taste of the
little one as well."

   "Whoa.  He's not ready for that!"

   "Not to worry.  He won't do anything more than what you've already done
to him.  But he will have to be pretty near the top of the list of the men
who get to use him once you've broken him in."

   Well, fuck me if I wasn't building a nice long list of men I'd
explicitly or implicitly agreed to allow to fuck baby Sammy.  And fuck me
if the idea of watching that didn't turn me on.

   "No problem."

   "Good." He turned his attention back to the cell.  "You heard?  Good,
good.  Oh, that's right.  The new little one is three." Another laugh. 
"No, not like your other grandson.  Three months.  Though he looks older."
Pause.  "Yeah, I am a disgusting pervert.  When did you figure it out? 
Okay, okay, see you then." He flipped the phone closed.

   "He'll be here in a little while.  His office isn't too far, and the
daycare center is on the route here.  In fact, I highly recommend the
Boicare Centre.  It caters to men who like to molest little boys...their
own and others."

   I moaned at the images that brought to mind.

   Trey went back to molesting my boy's bottom.  "Of course, you have to be
willing to share."

   "Share?"

   "There's usually a careful investigation of prospective customers, to be
sure that the daddy, or uncle or granddaddy is for real.  And a medical
examination of the boy and the man."

   "I guess the medical exam involves dicks and dildos and cunts?"

   Trey snickered.  I pounded Kwazi's hole harder.  "Yeah.  The only time
they allow virgin boys is if the man bringing him either wants to fuck the
kid's cunts while other men and boys watch, or if he wants to watch while
someone abuses the boy first.  Otherwise, the kid has to be used to being
face and pussy fucked, since the owners get to use the boys whenever they
want, and the other men can drop in for a quick pedo fuck break from work
and pick out a boy, if they don't want to molest their own right then."

   Christ.  He was easing three fingers into Sammy's cunt and the boy was
just laying there, with a big stiffie and a grin on his face.  "It gets
pretty hot at the end of the day, when all the daddies, and granddaddies
and uncles and special friends of the family arrive to pick their boys up.
Sometimes there's a dozen men molesting the boys all in one room.

   "Kwazi stayed there when he was little.  And now he works part-time
there, too.  Fucking hell of a lot of white men like to see teen nigger
dick abusing their little boys.  And sometimes fucking daddy's cunt, too."

   "You gonna let all those men abuse baby Sammy's cunt, Eric?  Watch and
jack while it happens?  Molest another baby boy or three while you watch?"

   I was really powerfucking Kwazi's cunt by then.

   Time flies when you're having pedo fun with your naked baby boy and the
kid's pedotrician and a talented teen nigger pussy.  I mused again about
Trey's impressive pedo cock...one I envied.  About six or a bit more inches
long and very slender.  Perfect for easing into kid cunt.  No wonder other
fathers or grandfathers had had him do the cherry busting so as to ease the
pain for the kid.

   But when John wrote that first "trinity" story of his, as much as I hate
to admit it to myself, he was right about secretly or not-so-secretly
enjoying that moment of pain when a young boy loses his cherry.  My dick's
a lot fatter than Trey's; it was going to hurt my little slut-in-training
whether I eased it into his new-made pussy, or just shoved.  Of course, if
Trey really did everything John claimed for him, the initial pain for
little Sammy, before I...and well, fuck, a bunch of other men...taught him
how to love having his body molested and his mind fucked with, then his
pain wouldn't be as great as if I just greased up and sort
of...raped...him.

   I really don't want to permanently hurt him.  But I do need him to
understand that if daddy needs him to hurt a bit while baby boy is getting
sexed; if daddy wants to allow other men to use his precious pussies for
pedo pain, that's what he was there for.

   I made up my mind.  When the stranger got here with his toddler, I was
going to fuck my precious three month old son's pussy, take his cherry
while they watched, and then let Trey and this other guy and Kwazi molest
baby Sammy while I watched and fucked the other kid.

   That image and the way in which Kwazi's cunt muscles worked my dick sent
me way fucking over the edge and I bellowed as I started filling the
nigger's pussy with my seed.  And from the way those ass walls were working
my meat, Kwazi was cumming right with me.  I bent over the boy, my chest
heaving, finally recovering enough to slide my slimy meat out, and step
back.

   I looked at Trey, who was looking past me, and smiling.  "Our other
guests are here, Eric."

   Despite what had just gone on, despite Trey's and Kwazi's nakedness,
part of me felt I should put my cock and balls back in my pants and zip up
before turning around and meeting this grandfather and grandson.  The pedo
part said this man was probably going to be fucking my baby's cunt in the
not too distant future, so what the fuck difference did it make if he saw
my daddy stick, slimy and shiny with Kwazi's ass juices and several loads
of cum, and still fucking stiff.

   I turned around and my jaw dropped.  So did my boss's.

   Police fucking Commissioner Charles Maxwell, tall, slender, early
sixties, grey-haired, distinguished, rich, Republican, Mormon, family
values crusader.  With a fairly thick, six or seven inch cut cock out and
hard and in his hand.  The other hand was holding the hand of a toddler,
whose left hand was down inside his shorts, clearly playing with his own
stiffie.  Our turned heads, and "You bastard!" glares at Trey were
simultaneous.  He just snickered again, and went back to playing with
Sammy's cocklet and cunt.

   My boss gulped when he got a look at my naked three month old boy.  He
looked at my meat and then at my face.  "What have you done to him?"

   "Nothing yet." He was opening his mouth to say something, perhaps to ask
what the fuck he was doing there since he wasn't going to share his
grandson if he didn't get any kid sex in return, but my next words cut him
off.  "But I'm going to fuck his baby cunt nice and hard in a couple of
minutes, and then you three can use him."

   Three gasps.  I don't think Kwazi had expected to be included in
something like this.

   "And I'm going to be molesting your grandson, aren't I...sir?" My smile
was smug because we all knew the answer to that one.  I began stripping
off, dropping everything and leaving it where it fell.  Given the
Commissioner's public image I expected him to undress very neatly and
precisely, folding everything so as not to get it mussed or messed.  I
guess when you're a pedo grandfather about to fuck fresh baby pussy you
don't care about that kind of little thing.  Naked, the six of us adjourned
to one of the huge beds.  Kwazi took a side trip to a computer keyboard,
where he quickly typed, and then all of the computer screens in the room
were showing the bed at multiple angles, both distance views and close-ups.

   Whoever might have been in charge of this boy molesting orgy at another
time, this fucking time around it was me.  I was the one who owned three
month old currently virgin boy pussy.  Like the whore said, "I say who, I
say when."

   "Hey, kid cunt," I said to the grandson, who was playing with his
stiffie.  He looked up at me.  "You ever had nigger meat in your pussy?"
The boy's eyes widened.  I wondered whether it was the "cunt" or the
"nigger." But not much, since I didn't care.

   "Kwazi, how about you eat this little slut's pussy and then fuck it?"

   In a flash the boy was on all fours, Kwazi crouched behind, my boss and
Trey dividing their attention between that pair and my baby.  Damn but
Kwazi had a fucking long tongue.  I was definitely going to have to get
that up my shitter at some point.  I was fingering Sammy's hole as Kwazi
worked that magic tongue way up inside the kid, and then he pulled back,
his mouth sort of shiny.  He grinned at his watchers, opened wide to show
the cum on his tongue.  So the boy had already been fucked today, and
fairly recently.

   I looked at the commissioner.  "You?"

   He shrugged, shook his head.  "Joseph, who has had intercourse with you
today?"

   Uptight prick.  We're about to have a pedo orgy and he's being formal
with one of the stars.  "Yeah, Joey, tell us, who's fucked your boy pussy
today."

   Little Joey whimpered as Kwazi shoved a couple of nigger fingers in the
apparently well-fucked white cunt.  Then he said, "M...Mario, grampa.  `n
Terry, `n Jack."

   Christ, by the time we were through the kid would have had seven cocks
in his cunt, since there was no question we were all going to take a turn
with him here.  I looked at my boss, and he answered the unspoken question.
"Mario is one of the owners of the daycare center.  Terry is the janitor. I
have no idea who Jack is."

   Goddamn but I was definitely going to insist that when we needed day
care for baby Sammy, that we used that place.  And of course, being the
good father that I am, I could drop in on him during the day to be sure he
was well cared for.  See how often he'd been used.  Watch some stranger
molest him.  Molest a stranger little boy myself.  Or two.  Damn, but it
looked like a lot of bad guys weren't gonna get caught, what with me being
all distracted from work.

   "Fuck him, Kwazi.  As full as that cunt is, it's lubed enough." Kwazi,
good nigger bottom boy that he so clearly is, rammed all eight teen darkie
inches in at once into that nineteen month old boy cunt.  The kid screamed
and then began panting as his bowels tried to adjust to being impaled.  The
three man cocks on the bed twitched and spurted precum.  So all three of us
liked it rough.

   My turn.  I looked down at my naked three month old baby.  No matter the
pedo-doc said he was physically six or seven months, he was still just
three.  He sprawled there, his fat little legs and thighs open wide, his
tiny dickie stiff as soon as my fingertips fondled it.  I was about to
molest my own little boy, and realized I regretted not molesting my older
son, Jake, the firefighter, when he was young.  I reached out and twisted
those tiny titties, and relished my son's high-pitched squeal.

   I put my forefinger between his legs and pushed into his cunt.  It was
wet.  While I'd been nigger boy fucking, Trey had obviously lubed my kid. I
looked at him.  He nodded, said, "Plenty of lube and a special suppository
of mine to relax his cunt muscles a bit." He must have caught my
expression, because he also said, "No worry.  He'll still feel it.  All of
it."

   Part of me just wanted to hold his ankles up and wide and shove home,
but the rest wanted the other perverts participating.  I lay down on my
back instead, and told my boss and the doc to pick my kid up, face him away
from me, line up my cock with cunt, and then shove him down hard.  They
did. Sammy howled, his face turned red and wrinkled and he began screaming
and struggling against the short but very fat daddy meat that was now in
his hole.  Daddy had taken his boy's cherry; he wasn't a virgin any more. I
put my hands on my boy's fat waist, held him tight, and began thrusting my
hips.  Fuck I was a fucking pervert, cramming my cock in my baby kid's
cunt, but it was so hot and tight and wet.  He was still flailing about as
I sped up, making the bed bounce, turned on by fucking my three month old
son, turned on by seeing a nineteen month old boy getting fucked next to
me, seeing my boss and pedo-doc jacking while they watched the fuck,
knowing the teen and the men were going to molest my boy next.  I grunted
and yelled and blew one of my best ever cums into my boy's tiny tot hole!

   My turn to gasp and pant as I lay back, little Sammy flopping on my
belly, his legs sprawled over my side, my cock still visible in his cunt. I
suddenly raised my head and looked between my legs.  Christ, another
fucking turnon when your boss, your uptight religious family values boss is
down there playing with your balls, and licking your cock right where it
joins your baby boy's pussy, slobbering up the cum and slime oozing out of
the boy hole.  I lifted my son up off my still hard dick, and his gaping
pussy just stayed open and a lot of the cum and ass juices just shot out
and splattered all over my crotch.

   Didn't faze my boss at all.  He went almost crazy licking and lapping
and slurping the slime, swallowing my dick.  I handed Sammy off to Trey and
put both my hands on my boss's head, deliberately messing up the perfectly
combed silver hair, as I held him in place and fucked his mouth nice and
rough.  Oh yeah, I knew he'd do the same to me, but fuck it was fun.  But I
didn't want to cum in that particular cunt just yet, so I stopped him, and
raised his head.  We looked at each other over the length of my body and
grinned.

   Just then Sammy wailed again and we looked over.  Trey was on his knees,
resting on his haunches.  Sammy was impaled again.  He wasn't struggling as
much but he still wasn't happy.  But then, he didn't have to be.  His
happiness wasn't what was really important right then; it was the happiness
of the man molesting him, and Trey was obviously quite happy at the moment.

   "Hold him, will ya?" Trey said.  My boss and I got up on our knees, too,
and I held Sammy down on Trey's meat, while Trey picked up a squarish brown
bottle, opened it and took several hits off it.  Fucking disgusting smell.
Like locker room and dirty socks.  But he made Sammy take a couple of hits,
offered it to me, I turned it down, but everyone else, including the little
cunt Kwazi was fucking, used it.  So I did, too, and gave the bottle back
to Trey, who used it again on him and his little cum dump.

   I decided I was definitely going to use poppers again.  I got a rush of
heat and felt dizzy and needed a hole for my dick.  I grabbed my baby boy,
pushed him down and forced part of my knob into his tiny mouth.  My boss
leaned over, his face as flushed as mine, and kissed me hard and hurt my
tits.  Christ fuck but that felt good.

   Trey wanted more leverage for his first three month old boy pussy,
though, so we shifted around again, and baby Sammy was bottom up over a
thick pillow.  Trey was almost doing pushups as he fucked, sliding his thin
pedo cock in and out of Sammy's hot little hole, pulling back until the
knob was just barely inside the grasping ass lips, then shoving deep again,
doing it so we could see the fuck.  And then he was pumping faster and
Sammy was whimpering and then wailing and with a final thrust we could tell
Trey was unloading in my boy's pussy.

   I had some vague idea about working my baby pussy up to the largest cock
in the room, teen nigger Kwazi, but that plan went fuck all when the nigger
yanked his large meat out of little Andy's toddler cunt, leaving the hole
wide and pulsing, just as Trey slid his only slightly softening meat out of
my kiddy's slimy little cunt.  I can't say Kwazi shoved Trey aside, but it
came pretty damned close.  Trey cooperated, though, smiling at the nigger's
eagerness.  Trey smiled even more broadly, as did my boss when Kwazi
mounted my three month old baby boy.

   Fuck me but it was hot hearing my baby boy scream, yanking his mouth off
his daddy's dick, when that thick nigger teen meat plundered his tight
little hole.

   From the stories, Kwazi had been initiated into the job of being a baby
slut for men with no subtle preparations, just a dick in his cunt, and he
must have figured that was the right way for newly minted whore Sammy to
experience his first nigger meat.  He just shoved his prick into the baby's
hole, hard and fast, and grunted when he bottomed out about half way in.

   I mounted little Andy, molesting my boss' nineteen month old grandson,
while Trey mounted my boss.  Hot fucking damn.  Besides more boy pussy, I
was gonna have some hot man cunt to use as well.  Have him bend over his
football field desk in his office, trousers and briefs at his ankles and
see if I could get him to howl, too.  Five inches of thick meat isn't long,
true, but it's more than long enough to hit his nut and as good as I am,
work it fucking over.

   Fucking Christ.  Kwazi managed to get about another inch of thick nigger
prick into my baby's hole.  He moaned.  "Aw, man, Trey, Ric, thanks.  Ain't
never had my fuckin' nigger meat in a white boy this young, so fuckin' hot,
so tight, and if I do this...'n this...and oh fuck shit piss this...." My
son was howling big time and writhing on the darkie dick plunging in and
out of him, while the rest of us fucked our respective cunts hard and fast
and then it was Kwazi's turn to howl as he blasted a load of nigger seed
into my baby.

   I emptied my balls again in little Andy's pussy and Trey did the same
with my boss.  Who was no longer immaculate, removed.  His hair was a mess,
he was sweating.  Hell, he was a grunting man pig as he let Trey use his
ass.

   Kwazi leaned over the boy, his fine body all sweaty, panting, and then
his hips yanked back and his still hard meat yanked out of the kid cunt. 
Then it was my boss' turn with my baby.  My three month old son pulling his
very first train.  With all the sex that had gone on, and with him not
cumming in the last go-round, Charlie-my-cunt (my new name inside my head
for my police commissioner boss) wasn't going for anything fancy, no
finesse at all.  He just shoved his meat hard into baby Sammy's gaping,
slimy, raw, puffy pussy.  Sammy didn't say a word, even if he could have
said words in the first place.  I guess after a daddy fuck, a nigger fuck,
and a pedotrician fuck he was all worn out.

   Well, maybe not all that worn out.  He started whimpering and moaning
and writhing through more dry baby cums as Charlie began power fucking him.
And talking to him.  Jesus fuck but this Mormon Republican has a filthy
mind.  He was talking my baby boy through seriously brutal rape scene,
pounding the little pussy harder and harder, ignoring the wails that
started back up, fucking even harder until I wasn't sure my baby boy could
take it, but what the fuck, he'd have to learn sometime, and then my boss
rammed deep and held very still, his hot ass clenched tight as he spewed
spooge into the kid cunt to mix with all the rest of the loads.

   The rest of us looked at the joining of police commissioner cock with
three month old pussy boy cunt, and the thick white slime oozing around it,
only the slime suddenly started getting thinner.  And changing color.  Holy
shit.  My boss was pissing in my kid's pussy.  And then he was pulling out
and we watched semen and ass juices and raunchy piss spew out of my kid's
hole.

   He put his hand on his cock, and asked if anyone wanted some of it.  I
swallowed his cock before any of the other piss sluts in the room got a
chance...and somehow found myself flat on my back a few minutes later,
nigger meat fucking my cunt, my boss fucking my throat, my precious,
exhausted, mind-fucked, pussy-fucked baby boy eased back onto my still hard
cock.  Trey started molesting little Andy again.

   Surprisingly few minutes later, I had a cunt full of nigger cum and
piss, well, not precisely full since it spewed out around Kwazi's cock,
soaking the bed even more, and a throat full of boss cum to mix with the
boss piss I'd already swallowed.  My baby had his fourth load of cum up his
well-molested shitter, and Trey and little Andy were cumming and pissing,
too.

   We rested for a few minutes and then reluctantly began to get our acts
together.  Charlie and I showered together in an area that was so open
there had to be cameras on it as well.e We provided a little show when
Charlie soaped his cock and fucked my cunt, and then knelt to suck down my
piss.  When I was clean, I padded back to the bed, naked and wet, to get my
baby and get him clean, too.  I wasn't really too upset to learn that Kwazi
and Trey had felched all the cum and piss and juices out of Sammy's hole.

   I was surprised that Charlie just got dressed and back into his
immaculate family values mode and didn't clean Joey up.  My eyes must have
asked, because my boss said, "While all the men who use Boicare get off on
being the first to molest a little boy on any given day, you'll find it's
an even greater turnon when you see how well-abused the little raunchy cunt
has been by other men all day before it's your turn to fuck his tiny twat."

   I nodded, since that was precisely how it felt while we were molesting
my own baby boy.  I cleaned Sammy up, diapered him again, and as I left
Trey was face down in the filthy, wet, pissy, cummy bed, grinding his
hardon into it while teen nigger meat blissfully pounded his cunt.

   And as I walked back to the car, I wondered whether my marine colonel
younger brother had the pedo gene, too.