DING MY GRANDSON
By DannyR (MMM/b, M/g, oral, anal, incest, ws, extreme pedo, racial)
Copyright 2006-2012. All rights reserved
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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 law for the harshest penalties the law allows. Now that we're clear on what's what, and what's not, read on.
BREEDING MY GRANDSON
Part 6. The Vacation
The week after I fucked my baby grandson the first time, well, just the head of my cock into his tight little six month old pussy, was Jerome’s annual vacation trip with his family and the family of the lawyer he was “mentoring” that year. I hadn’t met Amanda, Jerome’s second and much younger, much lighter-skinned, trophy wife, though I’d heard about her. He also had twin sons from his first marriage, Jerome, Jr., nicknamed “Jay,” and his minutes-younger brother Jerald. Jerome was quite proud of his family, and had carefully explained his separate lives one weekend while we were fucking at Alan’s house. He was in Amy’s asshole, I think, while I was in Diane’s cunt, taking my turn at trying to breed another baby for the men to molest. Bobby was licking my ass like the talented slut he is, and his daddy was doing the same for Jerome with as much, if not more, enthusiasm.
Jerome was very smug about how he kept his lives separate. His quiet, conservative, very Republican home life with strict missionary-position fucking for his wife, with occasional forays into letting her suck his cock. Serving as a good role model for his brilliant twins, teaching them the proper family values they would need as a foundation for the rest of their lives.
Then there was his separate life with the young associate at his firm. And how he blended those two lives once a year, though his real family of course never knew about the slut family he owned and used, never imagined, couldn’t possibly imagine what a sick pedo fuck pervert Jerome really was. Not, equally of course, that Jerome would ever have used those words about himself. Jerome got off on the power trip of a joint family vacation with him using the lawyer husband, his wife and kids whenever and wherever he wanted, while the trophy wife and young sons remained pure and innocent. He was more than a little pissed to find that Bobby wasn’t going, but then, pop and I weren’t about to decide to punish Bobby with a cock cage and no sex for two weeks and then turn around and give him a week’s grace for sex in the Caribbean. I think his anger was also because my nigger, which is how I found myself thinking of Jerome, more and more, found himself using Bobby more frequently than Diane or Amy or Alan, another fact about which he was in deep denial. Though he did admit that Bobby was the first son in the series of attorneys he’d “mentored”—and fucked, and fucked over—during the last decade or so.
Alan told me about the trip, afterwards. Well, so did Diane and Amy, but that was mostly about how much they enjoyed the shopping, the sneak-sex with Jerome, like Jerome rabbit-fucking little Amy’s well-trained asshole in the walk-in closet in Jerome’s suite while Amanda was taking a leisurely bath before getting dressed for an elegant dinner, ramming my little granddaughter’s seven year old still tiny and tight hole until he had to clamp his huge nigger hand over Amy’s mouth to muffle her cum screams.
There was the shopping, knowing Alan would have to work his wimp ass off even harder at work to pay for what they were spending. More sneak-sex, like Diane being forbidden panties and required to keep herself moist and ready so that one night he took her into the men’s room of a sleazy bar real late, after everyone in his group was supposedly in bed and asleep, bent her over the sink, and took her cunt from behind. Pounding her pussy until she came several times, each cum louder than the one before, until her cries naturally drew an audience. The scum, as Jerome put it, who inhabited that kind of bar after midnight. Mostly Jamaican niggers, although there were two whites and some kind of dago or wop or spic. More drunk than not, more unwashed than not, all more than willing to use the white woman Jerome graciously provided. Use her mouth, her ass, her cunt.
Mostly two holes at once, though she did have cocks in all of her holes simultaneously at one point, as she straddled the dago on the floor, had a nigger dick in her ass and white meat in her mouth. The nigger in her ass wasn’t quite prepared for the price he had to pay for his fun, though. He was the youngest of the lot, and he loudly objected when he felt Jerome’s cock head punch into his virgin shitter, though he hadn’t objected to Jerome eating out his raunchy hole while fucking the white woman. The objections got louder and the pain got greater as Jerome forced his enormous meat into the tight, almost dry man cunt, but one of the man’s friends was generous and helped his friend stop screaming—by filling his mouth full of dick.
Jerome let them all cum once in one of Diane’s holes, keeping his own cock up the new man cunt even after the guy had cum in Diane’s ass, and she’d wriggled out from under him to let the rest of the men get their rocks off in her. The men were all eager for a second round, but Jerome was in charge and wouldn’t let them. He did suggest an alternative, though, and the last they saw of that toilet was the young nigger being pushed down on all fours by his friends—or if not friends, then other drunks who just happened to be there and got very, very lucky. One of the whites mounted his sweaty black ass, sliding his modest cock into a new born cunt slick with Jerome’s thick cum. At his other end, his eyes were opened almost with terror as the biggest nigger of the lot, and the smelliest and dirtiest, used his large right hand to hold the young man’s jaw open, while the left hand guided the long, fat, slimy, smelly cock into his throat.
Oh, yes, Diane and Amy also mentioned something about the shopping.
Alan, on the other hand, wasn’t getting any. Of course, Jerome couldn’t keep him cock-caged and maintain the pretense of a joint family vacation. There is nothing subtle about a man with a caged cock under his pants or shorts, much less in any kind of swim wear. Jerome hadn’t even bothered to bring it along. But he could, and did, make Amy and Diane off limits. And told Alan he couldn’t jack off. Alan, of course, was far too much of a wimp to disobey, cum, and them take his punishment like a man.
To make it worse for Alan, my nigger made sure to tell my son in meticulous detail about each of the times Amy and Diane had sex, making Alan display his small hardon, and jack himself, but still never allowing him to cum. Hell, Jerome even tormented my cuckold son by letting Alan suck the nigger’s dick, gulping down the spewing precum, but nothing more.
Or they’d be out as a group, walking somewhere, Jerome and Alan a little apart, and my nigger would point out various small children, never adults, and talk in a low, raunchy voice that only Alan could hear, about holding them down and raping their virgin cunts. Jerome wondering whether this one or that one would be a particular good kiddy fuck. Wondering how loud the boy would scream the first time he got big Jerome nigger meat in his new pussy. Asking Alan his opinion. Saying he might consider using Alan’s tiny man meat to warm up one of the cunts before a real man cock fucked the shit out of it. Alan asked about my smile when he told me that part of his vacation. I didn’t tell him it was because virtually all of the children my nigger was thinking about molesting were little boys. Mostly white, but Jerome was, after all, an affirmative action child molester, so there was a sampling of other races. All that talk about baby boy fucking would naturally leave Alan aching, dripping, hard and able to do nothing about it, since he was too much of a wimp to disobey orders.
Another example of Amy getting her little seven year old cunt sexed was when Jerome took her on a walk down the beach, helping her look for shells, and they discovered a small nude area that clearly belonged to faggots and the men they serviced, since there were no women or girls anywhere. All my nigger was wearing was a pair of brief-style trunks that, Alan said, showed off his package. Seven year old Amy had on a bikini that was just the slightest bit too small. Seeing how much attention they were getting from the naked men...all ages, shapes, sizes, races...Jerome stopped and peeled off his trunks, then stood and scratched his low-hanging balls. His cock began thickening. It got bigger when Amy stripped, too.
Now there was a big naked nigger with a fucking huge hardon sticking straight out, and a naked little white girl on the fag beach. Holding their swimwear in his left hand, and Amy’s hand in his right, Jerome strutted down the beach, enjoying the dropped mouths and stiffening pricks. Not far along, though well out of sight of hotels or traffic along the road that paralleled a good part of the beach, he noticed a path leading away and into the jungle. A clearly well-traveled path.
They hadn’t gone very far when they heard noises. Grunts and swearing, to be more exact. Sex grunts and swearing. In German. Jerome noticed there was damage to the leaves on some of the plants (he was in his nigger native tracker mode, I guess), and he pushed through to find another path that led to a small clearing. In the middle was a youngish Latin man, on his knees getting fucked at both ends by the white middle-aged Germans.
The fucking came to an abrupt stop when Jerome and Amy stepped in. But like any card carrying queers interrupted in public sex, they went right back into action when they realized the interrupters were into public sex as well. Jerome jacking his big nigger fuck stick, and naked little Amy fingering her pussy while sucking on one finger was a pretty damned good clue. Yeah, the double fuck went on, but the Germans were eyeing Jerome and Amy, and even the double fucked guy was trying to see as well.
They stepped up close to the fuck trio, close enough that either of the German fuckers could have leaned forward and gotten his mouth onto that nigger meat. And while their eyes and licked lips said they were very interested, there was still that element of uncertainty. My nigger is, after all, a damned impressive big fucking nigger, and not just his dick size. Which is nine and a half fucking thick uncut inches. No shaved pubes for my nigger, either. Thick curling hair in his pits, thick pubes, all of which get a nice raunchy smell to them when he’s sweaty and ripe. So he clearly wasn’t going to stop the queer fuck going on. But he also had a little girl with him, so maybe he was just a hetero pedo.
Jerome resolved their uncertainties in no uncertain fashion. “Anyone want to fuck my little whore, here?”
Mouthfucker’s jaw dropped open and then he blurted, “Sie ist eine hure?”
My nigger doesn’t speak German, but that sentence was pretty clear. He just nodded. Then added, “Ja.”
The fucking had stopped. Ass fucker asked, “Wie viel für sie?” When Jerome didn’t respond, the mouth fucker repeated the sentence, this time rubbing his thumb over his first two fingers in the international symbol for a buck, a mark, a yen, a pound.
Amy apparently is a cheap little whore. My nigger just asked for five.
“Fünf hundred?”
A not unreasonable price, actually kind of cheap, for seven year old talented girl cunts. But Jerome obviously doesn’t need the money. He shook his head. “Nein, nein. Five.” And held his hand up, fingers spread.
The fucking stopped. Cocks popped out of the spic’s holes. The tourists hadn’t undressed, they were in bright shirts and shorts, looking not at all out of place with two average, shiny wet cocks sticking out. The mouth fucker unzipped his butt pack, fumbled around and pulled out a ten, three ones, more fumbling, two more ones. He held them up and gestured at the three. “Fünfzehn dollar.”
He apparently had no doubt his colleague was interested in little girl holes, but he raised his eyebrows at the undoubtedly faggot spic who had shifted and was sitting on his ass, left leg up, left arm resting on it, right hand jacking a medium thick six inches. “Five bucks to fuck baby girl pussy? Fuck, yeah. Thanks, man!”
“On your knees, whore.” Jerome collected the money, dropped it on top of their swim suits on the sand, and made gestures to tell the Germans he wanted them naked. Mouth fucker started to balk, but when Jerome leaned over and started to pick up the five ones, clearly intending a refund of the purchase price before delivery of the merchandise, the man quickly reconsidered. The two stripped, dumping their clothes in piles on the sand, but with the butt packs—obviously containing things like passports and money—at the bottom of the heap, so if someone tried to grab and run they’d have to scramble for it, giving the owner time to react and stop the theft. Damned smart for horny pedo fags.
Mouth fucker was in his fifties, stocky, hairy with a thick, stubby cock. Ass fucker was younger, though only in his forties. Somewhat shaggy, thinning, greying, blond hair, sharp blue eyes, craggy features with deep lines from nose to mouth, thinner than his partner/friend/fuck buddy, but with a furry belly, and a slender uncut six or so inches over small balls. The spic cunt was in his twenties, smooth skinned except for bushy black pubes and very hairy pits. Ass fucker and spic fag graciously allowed mouth fucker, who was, after all paying for their pleasures, his choice of holes.
He clearly wanted her cunny. As he started to mount her from behind, Jerome realized he had a better idea. He had mouthfucker lay on his back and Amy straddle him, taking his meat in her pussy with ease. The second German needed no urging to drop spit on his cock and shove it into the seven-year-old asshole. The spic was left with Amy’s whore mouth, but when she swallowed him all the way he was clearly happy to be part of the pedo group. My nigger rarely jacks, and though it was a little awkward, the spic managed to get most of the dark meat into his own throat.
Which is not, of course, where that dark meat ended up. A difficult position but when a bunch of pedo fags are getting child pussy, and the nigger who set it up wants to fuck a hole, they made it happen. The spic had a little problem with that much black fuck meat up his hole, compared to what had just been in it. But he managed. And then they all started fucking their respective holes fast and hard, understanding the risks of being out in public, the greater risk of being found fucking a child. It was short, it was messy, the cums were great for the Germans and the spic, and Jerome got his rocks off.
The next morning, before the scheduled deep-sea day cruise, Jerome told his wife he had to have a brief meeting with Alan to unfortunately discuss some business, and then my nigger related the tale in lewd detail, while he made Alan grovel on his knees and jack without cumming. With Amy watching, fingering her cunny.
My cowardly son even went so far as to beg Jerome to let Alan service him, suck his cock, rim his ass, take him up his man pussy without lube, anything at all. He groveled so much that Jerome backhanded him, and said furiously before stalking out of the room and slamming the door behind him, “You disgust me, you whining, wimpy, little-dicked faggot. Get fucked!”
Amy looked at her father with disgust before following her nigger lover out of the room.
Alan is a wimp. A cuckold who allows a nigger to abuse him, tell him what he can and can’t do. Who allows his own father to use him and molest his young son and daughter.
But Alan is still a smart lawyer. Who pays attention to language.
So after the backhand, and the split lip (I tripped and fell dear, no problem), he pleaded a headache and the rest of the group left for the cruise.
A non-existent Tylenol cured the non-existent migraine, and Alan headed to the beach Jerome and Amy had gloated about. He had no trouble finding it, though the description of where it was wasn’t a model of precision. Instead of going hunting on his own, Alan went to the lobby to find the young bellboy, probably not more than fourteen or fifteen, who had carried their luggage up to their rooms on arrival, and provided some additional services over the past few days...and who had also subtly been signaling his interest in the men. Jerome asked for directions to some sight-seeing destination or other, and like any brash American offered the boy a tip. It was a $50 bill. Alan murmured to him, “If you’re not interested, just keep it. If you want to cram your cock up my ass and maybe double it, or more, come to my room in the next fifteen minutes.”
Less than ten minutes later Alan was on his back in the main bedroom, legs over the shoulders of the extremely black Jamaican boy, who was only thirteen, but fucking hung!, who’d shed his regulation crisp white shirt and shorts en route to the bed, and was now eagerly plunging his long, slender, huge-knobbed, curve-to-the-left cock in and out of Alan’s asshole. Alan had been deprived for so long it was only a few minutes into the fuck before he was cumming everywhere. My son may not have a dick of death, but damn can he cum. The bellboy looked disappointed and started to pull out, apparently used to Americans who came quick and stopped the sex, but Alan was much bigger, much stronger, and he used one large hand to grab the bellboy’s ass cheeks and shove his barely teen meat back into Alan’s cunt, while he used the other hand to pull the bellboy’s head down so he could tongue-fuck his mouth while the man cunt fucking resumed below.
The bellboy stayed hard in Alan’s pussy even after a bellowing cum, and Alan told him about the fuck beach he’d heard about. About over-hearing two German tourists reliving the sex they had on the beach with the fag spic, and the young white girl they’d triple-fucked. Told the thirteen year old he wondered where that beach might be. Watched as the boy’s mind made the connections and as he resumed fucking even more enthusiastically, lost his crisp, flawless Brit accent and slipped into patois as he asked if the little girl was Alan’s.
On Alan’s admission that that was so, the fucking became even more enthusiastic. The nigger boy admitted he really loved young girl pussy but he rarely got any. Sure, his mother was good sex, and his father had made her get her hair removed so her pussy was always bare and smooth, so, yes, he could close his eyes and pretend it was baby girl cunt he was dicking. But it wasn’t. And no matter how hard she worked at it, her pussy just wasn’t all that tight any more. Not after all the sons she’d borne, and the fact she fucking loved having her cunt fisted didn’t help the tightness either.
The bellboy was Antoine—his father was Algerian, his mother Nigerian, and they both loved all things French—and as he and Alan entered negotiations, Antoine used his considerable teen fucking skills to tilt the balance in his favor, trying to turn Alan’s mind to mush from lust. He asked Alan if he liked to fuck little boys and on learning just a bit about slut Bobby, the bellboy offered to trade one of his little brothers, a skilled six, or a barely used four, for time with Amy. Alan offered cash. Antoine offered both brothers. Alan offered more cash. Alan asked for directions to the beach. Antoine proposed waiting until after dark when he would guide Alan, the little girl, even the wife if he really wanted her there, to the beach, for free, and even arrange for a group of his friends to use all their cunts until they could only stagger back to the hotel. Alan explained whatever was done had to be done that day, before his family and his boss and his boss’ family got back from the boat trip. And offered more cash.
They reached an agreement. Not that the cash was really necessary, as Antoine admitted at the end of the day, but his papa had taught him never to turn down money for his body. Or for arranging sex for someone.
An hour after Antoine came for a second time in Alan’s cunt, and a third time in Alan’s mouth, Antoine, his six-year-old brother Robert (pronounced the French way, of course: Roh-bare), his four-year-old brother François and Alan were in the very same clearing, Antoine assured him he knew the location well, where Jerome and the Germans had fucked Alan’s little girl. Alan was on his back, with Robert straddling his face and fucking his mouth with a surprisingly large dick for so young a boy. François’ tight little hole was filled with Alan’s dick. And Alan’s cunt was being reamed by Antoine’s father, a well-hung man with an unpronounceable name, at least for Alan. Antoine’s uncle was licking his older brother’s ass, stroking his meat and waiting for an available hole. Alan silently thanked God for cell phones. And fuck-crazed pervert families like his own.
Over the next six hours, Alan came twice in the four year old’s boy cunt and once in the six-year-old’s mouth. He’d given both of the little ones countless dry cums. Antoine fucked Alan’s mouth and cunt, cumming once in the former and twice in the latter. Ah, to be young and hung. Antoine’s father and uncle used Alan’s mouth and cunt multiple times themselves, and toward the end of the available time (they were knew they captain of the cruise ship and when the boat would probably dock), they strolled naked and hard and smelling of sweat and sex down the fag beach, gathering up several more men to fuck Alan’s gaping, slimy, cum-spewing raw cunt, just to complete Alan’s dutiful obeying of Jerome’s order to get fucked.
Alan made it back to the hotel just in time, ignoring the stares as he walked through the lobby, the smell of man-sex, and boy-sex, in a cloud around him, resisting the urge to jack off while he showered away the evidence. But that would have been disobeying orders. Jerome would probably claim that Alan fucking the boys was not “getting fucked,” but Alan thought he had a decent argument that the phrase “Get fucked” could be interpreted as both an order to get his own cunt fucked and to go out and find a cunt to fuck. But what Jerome didn’t know wouldn’t hurt Alan, so it was a moot point.
I couldn’t help but praise Alan for his cleverness, even though he’d gone right back into wimp mode afterwards. So I beat his ass with a leather belt, getting him stiff, and then fucked him hard and fast. I also promised him that once I got all of my cock into my baby grandson’s tiny pussy, Alan’s prick would be the very next one to use the hole.
And I kept my word.
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