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Subject: {ASSM} Incest Tales 5c: Ahmad and His Brother 3 (Mt,Mb,Mtb,oral,anal,incest,pedo)
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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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