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.


Authors Reminder:  Dont forget that inquiring authors want to know -- what did you think?  So when youre 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 havent 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!) wouldnt have happened without Joeys 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 Im a sick fuck, but hes 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 Id 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 didnt 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 didnt 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 didnt 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 wasnt 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 neighbors 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 Johns 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 wasnt sure Id 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, Im 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 youre....

Naw, naw, Ric, thats fine.  The only thing you interrupted was a piss, which I will now go finish.  But, cmon in.

Piss.  Yeah, right.  Or maybe...a piss in his babys 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 Id guess would be a half-bath.  He didnt close the door to the kitchen, and I didnt hear the bathroom door closing, so I figured he was getting his act back together, since I didnt 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 dont get started again look.  I just grinned and nodded, and stroked my left forefinger over Sammys 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 Sammys 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 Id seen two days ago.

I hadnt 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 cant 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 didnt have to know Id 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 Johns 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 didnt...uh...come out quite right, did it?

John allowed himself a little laugh.  Uh, no, I dont think you quite meant it that way.

Hmm.  You know, though, I dont think Id 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.  Didnt mean to be so crude.  Its just that in working my way up the ranks...Im the new chief of detectives here, I inserted modestly, Ive 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 hes gay, that Id 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 Sammys nursery.

John went white.

I turned my head to look him directly in the eyes.  He froze.  The whole deer/headlights/panic bit.  I couldnt fucking believe what I saw.  Hell, Im 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 wouldnt pay any attention to the way my left hand was unbuttoning little Sammys 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.  Dont 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 sons ass cunt, and fucked him yourself.  You three are in so fucking much trouble, fuck, you dont know the meaning of the word.  Three child molesters in prison for fucking a boy that young?  Youll 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.  Hes on the hook for molesting his own son and letting two grandfathers have their own incestuous fucks in both of the kids 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 wasnt 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, youre right.  I am blackmailing you.

No!  I wont let you.  Ill tell the....  His Im 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.

Ill 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 its 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 cant afford....

Oh, you can afford this.  It wont be a problem.  Hell, Im 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 its like to have my cock buried in a little boys cunt so I figured youd 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 wed 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 Johns eyes followed, watching as I tugged on the diaper and displayed my little boys bald pricklet and fat little ball sac.  I thought maybe you could teach me how to molest my own little boy so I wouldnt 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 wasnt 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 babys 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.  Ive been on enough stake-outs over the year that Ive 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 incarrying 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.  Im 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 dont you eat this nice mans cunt.

I wouldve 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.  Id 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 wasnt a really nice laugh.  Youre an arrogant prick just like my dad, arent you, Ric?  Well, Ill tell you what I told Dad when I was cruising the park toilet with little Davey, and Dad wanted to fuck his grandsons 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 grandsons pussy.

So whats 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 youre 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 couldve had.  And fuck you and your threats.

Another fucking thing I hadnt imagined.  Thought of.  Though come to think of it...way too fucking late...I shouldve been prepared.  Id watched John eat out and fuck his father and father-in-law; logically theyd do that to him.  Logically, theyd 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 dont 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 Daveys cunts.  Yeah, I want your help in learning how to molest my own kid so I dont hurt him.  So, yeah, Ill 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 boys 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, Id 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 womans cunt is at least designed for cock.  Well, fuck, in a way, so is an asshole.  So when I realized what Id have to do Id expected some pain.  But nothing more than a marine could deal with.

Except I almost couldnt 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, Id shame myself, but fuck...Id 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 perps 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 biggestsix eight, two seventy fivemeanest 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 Id heard about but had never had touched before, not even with my own fingers or anything else.  Everything Id ever heard about the prostate wasnt 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, Id 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 daddys 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 didnt care what happened to the cushion with sweat and ass juices and leaking cum, I didnt 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 sons fifteen-month-old boy cunt. Force him down on it, Ric.  Get your dick in my little boys pussy.

I did and moaned again.  I didnt dare move.  If Id moved right then Id have blown my wad.  But little Davey wasnt 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 didnt 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 babys 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 Daveys 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 daddys mouth.  And Davey spat the huge mouthful of baby piss out, too, spraying Sammys 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 sons pussy, Ric, tongue his virgin cunt.

Oh Christ fuck shit thats just what I did.  All too soon, though, John pulled Sammy away, and replaced my babys cunt with Johns 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.  Youve got your daddy meat up a boy whos barely past his first birthday, lubed with my cum and your pussy juices, youre covered in your own baby sons 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 Ive got little Sammy in my arm?  I watched, nodded as best I could with a mouth full of Johns meat.  I could sort of see that Sammys 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 wasnt.  Fuck!  He was.

Suck me good, cum whore.  Fuck my boy hard.  You cant quite see but Ive got the tip of my fingers on baby Sammys virgin hole.  Nothing up there before but shit, right, daddy?  But he didnt 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.

Ive moving my finger around, Ric.  Getting your babys asshole ready.  Hes only three months old, so fucking, fucking, fucking young, but hes 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 hes all covered in his baby boys piss, and hes got his dick up my sons randy boy cunt, fucking the hell out of him, and me, oh fuck, Ric, Ive got my finger on your babys ass, Im pushing it now, oh fuck yeah oh fuck Ric, got the tip of my finger in his little hole, no pain, Ric, your babys 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 Daveys 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.

