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INCEST TALES 5C
AHMAD AND HIS BROTHER 3

by DannyR
Copyright 2005.  All rights reserved.

Story Codes:  M/t, M/b, M/t/b, b/b, oral, anal, incest, pedo


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.  Now that 
we're clear on what's what, and what's not, read on.


AHMAD AND HIS BROTHER 3


Aw, fuck, you're back again. Y'know, everybody else just reads the stories 
as they come out so they know all the before crap, and don't waste my time.  
So what's your fuckin' problem?  I know you read the last story, so that 
means you goddamn well don't need a refresher course.  'nless your memory is 
as puny as your dick.  Oh, it's your friend who's online this time?  Right, 
right, and just like you he wants his porn on a platter, no fuckin' effort 
at all.  Okay, you get this much:  Like I said the last fucking time and the 
fucking time before that, I'm 14, 5' 11", 175, and a fuckin' bully with 8 
inches of fat meat.  Half Arab, half Latin.

Now, y'gonna keep distractin' me, or do you wanna know about Malcolm?

Kinda thought so.


Malcolm answered the door almost naked. I couldn't fucking believe my eyes. 
He was slender, but with a little bit of a tummy, his skin a warm Hershey's 
chocolate color. He had real dark nickel-sized tits that stuck up, and all 
he was wearing was a pair of baggy shorts that reached his knees...and it 
looked like there was a hardon or part of one under the shorts!  What the 
fuck?

He wasn't all that tall, so it wasn't real far for him to look at my crotch, 
and the very visible hardon that that had surged up in my jeans the moment I 
saw him, the moment I had an image of ripping those shorts off, bending him 
over something, anything, spitting on my cock and spearing his tight virgin 
hole. He stared at my meat, getting a kinda funny look on his face before he 
looked up at me.

"Uh...Rick wondered if you might wanta come over to...uh...play. I was 
headin' over in this direction so I said I'd ask for him, drive you back."

"You drivin' at 14, 'mahd?"

"Naw, got a friend who runs me around when I need it. See, he's out there 
waiting."  I gestured with my head and Malcolm peeked around me to see Sam 
sitting in the car. I don't know if Malcolm noticed Sam's right arm moving, 
but I did. I'd told Sam to jack off but not cum while I was gone.

"K. Haveta ask my dad, though. C'mon in."

I stepped inside, he shut the door behind me, then walked in front of me. He 
took a step or two, then stopped, and with his left hand pulled the elastic 
band of his shorts out and down, while with his right he reached behind him, 
like he was scratching his ass or his asshole. I got a good look at the 
upper part of two beautiful, perfectly round, bubble buttcheeks. He pulled 
his shorts back up and used his right hand out of my sight to do something; 
if it was me, I'd have been straightening my hard cock out, so maybe he was, 
too. Then he looked over his shoulder...first at   my hard cock again, his 
eyes slightly widening and a smile appearing on his lips. I glanced down. 
Fuck. There was a really noticeable precum stain on my jeans.

"You better ask him, 'mahd."  I nodded and followed Malcolm down the hall, 
around the corner.

When we walked into the room Malcolm's dad used as an office, I stopped just 
behind Malcolm, standing in the doorway with my mouth open. His dad was 
sitting in a swivel chair, turned toward the door...stark, fucking naked. 
And with a huge goddamn hardon standin' up between his legs, with large 
balls sagging down to the chair. And his meat was all shiny like it was 
greased up. He was as surprised as I was and for a second he was kinda 
frozen in place. Like me.

Before he had a chance to do anything, though, Malcolm giggled. " 's okay, 
dad. 'mahd's been fucking his little brother."

"What?" his dad and I both half-shouted.

Malcolm just giggled again, tugged on the shorts, and they slid down to his 
ankles. He stepped out of them and turned so we could both see him in 
profile. He was hard, a good six thin inches with a wide flaring head, 
sticking out from his hairless crotch. "Rick told me, dad, me 'n him are 
best friends."

His dad and I didn't have much to say right then, watching this little 
nine-year-old play with his cock. "Can I go over to Rick's when we're done?" 
he asked his father.

His dad's face showed he clearly made a quick decision. "Yeah, if you're 
good."

Malcolm just smiled and then scrambled up on his dad's lap, turning to face 
me. His dad held that fat dadcock upright while Malcolm lowered himself on 
it, not grunting or straining or anything, just taking it right up his 
butthole in one long steady stroke. His dad looked over at me with a 
contented smile on his face...what father wouldn't with his cock buried up 
the tight ass of his nine-year-old little boy?  "You gonna watch or you want 
to join?  Malc is a damned good cocksucker."

"Fuck, yeah," I said. I quickly walked over, stood between his dad's legs 
and got my cock out of my jeans with a little bit of difficulty. The little 
boy licked the dripping precum from my slit and then swooped down on my 
meat, swallowing most of it with no problems. Shit, this little kid was 
good, just like his dad said. Malcolm's dad was raising and lowering the boy 
on that dad meat, but the kid didn't miss a stroke on my cock. I glanced to 
my left at the computer screen on the desk, which I hadn't been able to see 
from the door.

I almost came right then. It was a slideshow of pictures...dirty 
pictures...really dirty pictures. Young teen boys with hardly any hair 
around their cocks, sucking mandick, having thick mancock shoved up their 
buttholes, and some with even younger kids, like Malcolm and Rick, naked, 
hairless, tiny hard little pricks, eagerly licking on teen cock or man cock, 
grinning as thick manmeat spreads their little asses. Wow!  I put my hands 
on the sides of Malcolm's head, started fucking his face good after getting 
the okay from his dad.

What a fucking turnon. Looking over at the computer screen with young kids 
sucking and fucking, looking down at most of my eight inches sliding in and 
out of a nine-year-old boy's wide-spread mouth, looking at the lust-filled 
expression on the face of his father as he bounced his son roughly up and 
down on his cock. Then I had an idea.

"Uh, sir."  I was real polite. Malcolm's dad wasn't as big as mine, but he 
was plenty big and strong, and I didn't want to piss him off. "You mind if I 
bring Sam in?  He's the guy waitin' in the car for me, jackin' himself off 
'cause I told him to."

Malcolm's dad considered for a second. "He cool?"

"Oh shit, yeah. He knows I'll beat the shit outa him if he ain't."

"Okay."

"Just don't cum yet, huh?"

"Okay."

I half-walked, half-ran back to the door, my hard prick leading the way, the 
air rapidly cooling the spit from Malcolm's sucking. I opened the door, 
yelled out, "Hey, Sam!"  He turned his head, his mouth falling almost to the 
dashboard. "Get your ass in here...just like you are!"

I could see the "oh shit oh fuck" expression on his face, since he had his 
cock out and hard if he'd been following orders, and he fucking well knew 
what would happen if he didn't. But he did it anyway, though he musta set 
some sorta speed record for the car-to-house-with-hardon-out dash. Once 
inside, I told him to strip and leave his clothes laying there.

He followed me back into the office and gasped when he saw what awaited us. 
Malcolm was leaning back on his dad's broad chest, holding his legs up so we 
could get a clear view of that fat prick sliding in and out of his greasy 
little hole. I got out of my own clothes real quick and walked over to the 
fucking dad and son. Sam trailed after me, gasping again and playing with 
himself real fast when he saw the pictures on the screen.

"Malcolm givin' you a good fuck, sir?" I asked his dad.

His "yeah" was more of a grunt than a word, as he sat up more in the chair 
so that Malcolm could get back to cocksucking while his little ass was 
getting reamed by dadcock. "I been trainin' Sam here, sir. He's pretty good 
himself at sucking cock, and cleaning up after. Okay if he sucks your boy?"

Another grunt and I pushed Sam down to his knees. I moved to one side to 
straddle one leg, so Malcolm turned his head to be able to swallow me down. 
Sam crawled between the widespread legs and eagerly gulped down the 
boyprick. I told Sam whatever he did he couldn't cum until I said it was 
okay, and he nodded quickly, increasing the pleasure for Malcolm.

Fuck, all I was plannin' on doin' was gettin' Malcolm over to the house so I 
could figure out a way for my dad to get his meat up the little boy's ass, 
and instead, I was watching Malcolm get fucked by his own father, while 
Malcolm was sucking my prick and getting sucked by Sam. I was too hot, 
couldn't make it last. I grabbed Malcolm's head and started shoving my cock 
in and out really fast and hard. Malcolm moaned around my meat, part because 
of what I was doing but part because I could tell his dad was starting to 
fuck him really fast and hard, too. Sam hardly had to do any work at all, 
but he was doing it eagerly.

We started heading for a great cum pretty quick. Sam musta been doin' a 
pretty good job of sucking for someone so new at it, because all of a sudden 
Malcolm clamped his lips down damned hard on my meat and started squirming 
and writhing and thrashing about. That set his dad off who raised and 
lowered him with a couple more really hard thrusts before jabbing the full 
length of his thick staff up his boy's hole and blasting him with cum, at 
the same time I was filling the boy's throat and belly with my own load.

When we all calmed down, Malcolm's dad lifted his son carefully off his 
meat, then turned him around so he was kneeling on his dad's thighs, his 
widely-gaping boypussy oozing cum and assjuices. I pushed Sam's face into 
Malcolm's ass, made him lick and suck every drop of cum out of the boy's 
butthole. "You want your dick cleaned, sir?  Sam here does a real good job."

Malcolm's dad stood up, his wide, almost hard prick waving in front of him. 
Sam opened his mouth, and Malcolm's dad slid that fat meat right in, greased 
by his own cum and Sam's spit. Sam just kept swallowing and swallowing and 
pretty soon it was obvious the dadcock was lodged right in Sam's throat. All 
of a sudden, Sam's eyes got real wide and he started swallowing for real, 
and fast, too.

Malcolm's dad was pissing down his throat.

Sam didn't like drinking piss the way he was starting to like drinking gism, 
but he was learning. And from the way he kept frigging his prick, squatting 
back on his haunches, drinking piss outta Malcolm's dad wasn't a turn off. 
After a moment or two, Malcolm's dad slid his meat back a bit so he was 
resting inside Sam's mouth, and continued pissing. Sam's cheeks bulged and 
then flattened out as he filled up, gulped down, filled up, gulped down, and 
kept right on jacking.

"You gotta piss, son?"

Malcolm shook his head no, but I did. I stepped up to fill the void when 
Malcolm's dad pulled his cock out. I looked down Sam's scrawny body at his 
skinny prick, not much bigger or longer than Malcolm's. It was red and 
oozing precum in a steady stream. I told him he could cum while he drank my 
piss. He did. Malcolm's dad was nice, though, and let Malcolm lick up the 
spots of cum that were all over Sam afterwards.

I got dressed while Malcolm ran to his room and added a tee shirt and a pair 
of trainers to his outfit. When he came back, he hugged his dad goodbye and 
dropped his head down to suck on his dad's cock a couple of quick strokes. 
It was already hard again. We left Malcolm's dad leaning back in his chair, 
fisting his meat, staring at a specially hot picture of a black man with his 
cock half way up the ass of a little white boy, while the white boy's father 
eats out the black man's asshole.

I let Sam put his jeans back on but made him pick up and carry the rest of 
his clothes. He blushed a bright red all over his body when a couple of 
seniors from his school drove by when he was halfway to his car, and there 
was no question they'd seen him and recognized him. I smiled wickedly when 
he looked up at me, pleading.

As we got in the car, I wondered how I was going to explain to Dad, without 
getting killed, that I'd already had Malcolm. Well, at least I hadn't fucked 
him so that should count for something. And given what I'd seen already, I 
figured Dad had an awfully good chance of getting his prick buried to the 
hilt in this little boy's asshole.

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