A QUICK SHOWER
Incest Tales 23

By DannyR  (MM/b, oral, anal, incest, racial epithets, extreme pedo)
Copyright 2010-2011.  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 didnt 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 were clear on whats what, and whats not, read on.

NOTE:  Yes, I know the numbers arent sequential for the Incest Tales. Eventually Ill fill in the holes.  My way. <snicker>

A QUICK SHOWER

Daaddy.  My poo-poo hole is dirty up inside!

Right there, right then, the whole pin drop bit.  Even though we were all in the pool shower room, and right at that moment there were five showers running, me, daddy and son, and three others: a guy I didnt know, and John and Hank, two pedos like me.

Before daddy or any of us could do more than just stand silent in shock, the kid bent over, his ass facing his daddy, and clearly visible to Hank and me, and he reached behind and pulled his plump little butt cheeks wide, exposing his...what?  Just an asshole that needed washing?  Or a kid cunt?

At that moment God flipped the sound switch for the universe into the off position.  Four strange men (daddy and son had no idea how strange at least three of us were) staring at daddy, wondering what was going to happen next, waiting for his words, because, well, fuck, when a little boy says something like that in a public shower in this pedo-conscious (pedo-paranoid?) time, daddy certainly has to say something to make sure all these strangers understand hes a good father, he isnt molesting his son, and this is all some weird-ass kid shit.  Or else it was a pedo fathers worst fucking nightmare...his precious molested son outing him in public as a pervert.

A dazed look of the two by four between the eyes to get the Missouri mules attention variety, accompanied by Uh, didnt exactly accomplish the goal of making us believe all was normal.

With a quick glance at John (the showerhead two to the right of daddy and son) and the unknown quantity at the showerhead to the left of the pair, Hank said, All cool, man. Sometimes ya gotta soap up your fingerswas there a quick eye widening from daddy at the plural?and clean out your boys, uh, poo-poo hole.

Hank grinned down at the little boy who was still bent over, though his head was kind of twisted back to see who was talking.  Have to do it lots for my own boys.

Which was, not surprisingly, a lie, since he had no kids.  But then, pedos lie when they see, sense, smell an opportunity for cock in kid cunt, and Hank was a fine liar.

Uh, well, I dont think....  Daddy kind of stumbled to a verbal stop.  Looked around at the four men who were making no pretense of doing anything other than watching him, though our showerheads were still streaming down on all of us.

Maybe a description to help you get the picture better.

The Hamilton Park pool shower. Rectangular.  Six showers along each long side, four on the short side opposite the entrance.  The entrance was just an opening in the other short wall, with towel hooks on each sidethree rows of four each, at varying heights, from little kid to wheelchair height to standing adult.  I always enjoyed the thought that the designers of this shower room a century or so ago when the pool opened, had made plans for the showers to be shared, since there were twenty-four towel hooks and only sixteen showers.

On the wall opposite me, shower 1 nearest the door:  John.  Late thirties, white, balding, glasses normally but obviously not at the moment, dark brown stache with a few flecks of gray, very furry chest with the same gray flecks, thick pubes, huge and I mean goddamn huge balls, and a thick six inches when hes hard. His upper body is well-muscled, maybe even a pack or so buried beneath the fur. His legs, or rather, his thighs, are hairy and muscled, too, though both legs were amputated at the knees about ten years ago, and hes in his showering wheelchair.

Shower 3:  Daddy and son.  Daddy is in his late twenties, round faced, clean shaven, small mouth with thick lips, pale white skin except for lightly tanned face and arms (you can see where hes worn a shirt with sleeves), plump but not hugely fat, definite man tits with big nipples, a nice belly, a sprinkling of hair around his tits, a thin trail from his navel to his pubes, or where his pubes used to be since hes completely shaved.  Smallish cock, average balls, soft right then, though I could swear (wanted to swear) it was just starting to get thicker from what was happening.  Not much I could tell about the boy at that moment, other than that he had a hot, plump, wide ass, with cheeks that would stroke your meat if you were fucking in and out of him.

Shower 4:  The unknown quantity.  An old man, sixty plus, with a dark tan which made the contrast to the bright white skin where he wore trunks even more noticeable, thin, tallish, clean-shaven, silver hair to go with his grey eyes, or vice versa, curly grey hair between his nips, a grey treasure trail heading down over his slightly rounded belly into mostly grey pubes.  A long slender cock, uncut, over low hanging small balls.  Then I remembered where Id seen him.  It didnt make him any less of a stranger to me, but I suddenly recalled a day about a month ago when he was out at the pool, wearing brown, old-fashioned boxer swimming trunks with the support pouch inside and a string tie, and taking pictures of children, some very young children, at a public pool...and no one was giving a fuck. I naturally wondered what-the-fuck, but wasnt going to follow him around, trying not to be obvious it was the little boys he was photographing that I would have been staring at.

Shower 14:  Right across from daddy and son.  Me.  Jorge. Forty.  First generation half-greaser American (papi was an illegal from Mexico, my black mom died at birth).  Thick black hair, wide flat nose, partially inherited partially from when it had been broken a couple of times, wide mouth, dark brown skin, fucking hairy body, including my back and ass, curly almost black pubes, cut meat thats eight inches hard.

Shower 15:  To my right.  Hank.  Black.  Five-six.  Dark chocolate skin.  Thirty. Head shaved. Face structure that sure the fuck looked like he had cream in his coffee somewhere back along the line, though hes told me he knows of no whites in the last three generations before him. Hairless except for very curly-haired pits, and bush. A small cut dick over medium balls. Only while he was talking hed gotten a little fuller, like three inches worth. Hard and you wonder why he isnt tilting over.  Ten fucking inches. Ive measured. And had it inside me, too.

Daddys uh combined with starting to get uphed been down on one knee, just finishing up rinsing his son off after washing his hairtold us daddy was embarrassed and about to leave. Hanks question stopped him.

Which finger do you use to start with?

The huh? was in daddys expression.

Hank held his right hand up, long, slender fuck-you finger extended.  I always use this one on Dwayne. It goes deeper for cleaning. He pronounced it DEE-wayne since he got off on the ignorant nigger thug bit with some whites. He has a Ph.D. in mathematics, a masters in engineering, and heads the math department at the university.  How about you, Jorge? As usual, he pronounced it correctly.

I almost fucked things up.  Paying too much attention to the boys butt, wondering what it would taste like, not listening close enough, but with not too much of a delay I replayed the words in my head, and said about my non-existent son, Ive always used thisholding up my forefingeron Julio. I paused. Though sometimes I have to use both. I held up a second thick hairy finger, side by side with the first.

Present tense.  Two daddies, one black, one Mexican, talking about how they, too, use their fingers to clean out their sons poo-poo holes.  So clearly, no big frigging deal.

John picked up on the scam.  Pediatricians who fuck little boys every chance they get arent exactly dummies.  You know, Terry, my boy, hes only six, Ive never done that. Daddys torso and head twisted to stare at John.  But I probably should.  Im sure he needs it. Whats the best way? Do you ease it in real slow? Or all at once?

Hank spoke up again, Yeah, guy. Why dont you show us how you do it?  My greaser buddy and he gave a big grin to show it was all in good fun and I have talked about how we do it, but hell, Ive never seen another dad actually, you know, finger, uh clean his boys poo-poo hole.  Maybe I could learn something.

My yeah, sure overlapped with Johns soap up and show us.

Daddy was definitely weakening, but there was that damned other country that hadnt been heard from.  He turned his head to his right, his eyes widened just a tiny bit since he was right at eye-level with old guys crotch, and damned if the mans dick hadnt stretched a bit so you could see the outline of his knob.  Daddy looked up and old guy gave him an almost-smile.  Sorry, no kids or grandkids.  But I do have a...four year old great nephew. I couldnt tell from the pause whether he really did have a great-nephew that young, but if he wasnt a pedo, he certainly was pedo-curious.  

Im going to be baby sitting him for the first time this weekend, so I probably ought to learn how to clean him up the right way.

Damn.  If he wasnt already, hed make an excellent pedo liar. Nothing on his face or in his body language shouted bullshit! about the babysitting bit, but still, I was certain it was.

Daddy gave in.  He decided to teach four complete strangers the proper techniques for finger fucking a young boy...in a public fucking swimming pool shower room.

John rolled his wheelchair closer, leaving the hot water spraying behind him. We all did the same.  Three pedos, one probable pedo, surrounding an almost certainly pedo dad who had just told little Ricky to get down on his hands and knees, that daddy was going to show these nice men how to clean out his little poo-poo hole.

See, you pour a little liquid soap around, uh, around his, uh, poo-poo hole, and you kind of smear it around, and, uh, well, I use my forefinger, and I, well, rub it up and down between his cheeks...  Hot, fat cheeks with a deep crack.  My dick lengthened.  So did everyone elses but daddy wasnt looking up at us right then.  And when my finger is, uh, soapy, I kind of push it in, real slow. And then, well, back out again.  And then, uh, you just do it a couple of times until hes all clean.

Daddys tone said he thought that was going to be the end of the lesson, just good clean father-to-father-to-father-to-great-uncle educational fun.  We pedos had other ideas.

Dont you ever have to use more than one finger? I asked.  I sure do with Julio. He likes getting cleaned out that way.  A lot.

Hank nodded.  Yeah, so does Dwayne.

But Ive never.... said daddy.

Oh but he had.  The pedo liar, or maybe he was lying to himself.

Show us, man, said John, his tone more than a bit commanding.

Daddy caved again.  He soaped up his first two fingers and then worked them into his sons pussy.  If it wasnt a pussy yet, it was going to be before these two left the shower room.  He still hadnt looked up at us.  Hadnt yet seen the way we were all fully hard.  And stroking in the steamy air.

Stroke him, man, John commanded, clean him out.  The mans in and out moves were slow and hesitant.  Damn, man, doesnt little Ricky like his poo-poo hole cleaned faster than that?

Daddy started finger fucking his boy faster and suddenly the kid squealed.  Oh, daddy, I got a stiffie!  He paused.  Do you have a stiffie, too, daddy?

Kids, kids, kids.  You tell them before you molest them, you tell them while you molest them, and you tell them right after you molest them that they must, must, fucking must keep their mouths shut unless cocks are in them, and not talk at all about what daddy, grampa, uncle, those old men in the park toilet, did to him.  And then Ricky just blurts things out like that.  Though, maybe, he felt comfortable talking since his daddy was doing this to him in front of these strangers. But still, a pedo fathers worst nightmare.  Fortunately, we were there to make daddys pedo dreams come true.  The ones he clearly had but most likely hadnt acted on.

He was about to.

Show us your stiffie, Ricky, the old guy said.

The oh-so-compliant little boy did as he was told.  Ricky stood up, his fathers fingers easing out of his cunt, at first showing his stiffie only to old guy, and then turned around so the rest of us could see.  A nice little inch or so piece of boy meat, standing hard beneath his belly.  His eyes widened as he looked at all of us and saw how hard we were.

Oh, wow, look, daddy, theyve got stiffies, too!

Daddy had been crouched on the floor as hed fingered his son, so we couldnt see his meat.  Old guy took care of that.  Show us your daddy dick.  Now.

Still not looking up, daddy did as he was told, sat back on his haunches, his knees spread, showing us his own thickly veined fat little cock standing out below his own belly.  Hairless man meat and kid cock. So fucking hot.

Look at us, I told him.  It was daddys turn to get all wide-eyed, as he turned his head and torso to see all the hardons.

Then there was this awkward silence.  At least three of us knew there was only one way this was going to end with any limp, satisfied dicks, hell, maybe all the men in the room knew, but no one said anything.  Well, fuck, a pedos gotta do what a pedos gotta do.

Ricky, I said, cmere, kid.

Such a trusting little boy.  Probably not for long, but then eventually he would be again...trusting that men would molest his little body.  He padded over to me, his eyes staring at my fat hairy dick. And kept right on staring when he stopped, his plump little lips so close that with a good hip thrust my knob would be between them. I didnt. Not that my meat wasnt going to end up there, just not yet.

I wrapped my hairy hand around my cock, and asked the kid, You know what this is, kid?

Uh-huh. His head bobbed up and down.  Its your pee-pee.

Nope.  Little boys have pee-pees.  Men have cocks.  Can you say cock, kid?

He did.  Christ, how I love it when a little boy says cock for the first time. The way his mouth opens so wide. I had him do it again a couple of times. The other men, at least the pedos I knew, grinned at me.

Has your daddy ever put his cock in your little slut mouth, kid?

The kids mouth dropped open again.  He blinked, looked uncertain, looked over his shoulder at his daddy, who had stood up now and was as hard and leaking as the rest of us.  But for a second he was uncertain, too.  He looked away, toward the door, clearly calculating the odds, and then slumped a little, getting the final numbers.  No fucking way was he going to get out of here, with his little boy, if we didnt want him to. And considering that a couple of us had moved so we were easily in range if he tried to run, we clearly didnt want him to.  Neither did his daddy dick, or it wouldnt have been so fucking hard.

He groped his meat, nodded.  Its okay, Ricky.

The little one nodded.

I grabbed Rickys little boy head, pulled him toward me as I instructed him to open his mouth and suck me. He struggled a bit, turning me...turning us...on a little more, but his daddy told him to do what he was told. Christ, so fucking hot to see those fat little lips wrapped around my knob and just a little thick shaft.

I started easing just that little bit in and out, holding him in place, not choking him.  Yet.  How old is your little slut?

Daddy winced, but said, Three.

Several pedo moans were heard throughout the land.  John, our fucking pedotrician, had more access to truly little boy cunts than the rest of us, and I know hed molested at least one two year old (with the boys grandfather joining in), but the rest of us hadnt had a chance at one this young in a long fucking time.

I shoved more of my meat into his mouth, still holding him tight. He began to struggle just a little more. I grinned down at my greaser meat in his kiddy mouth cunt, looked up at his stroking dad.  Fucked his pussy yet?

No.

Havent shared him before, have you. It was a statement, but he nodded anyway.  But it turns you the fuck on to see him molested by another man, to know hes going to be used by all the men here, doesnt it, fucker?

Oh, Christ, yeah, he almost moaned.

Old guy spoke up.  And a teen aged boy.

We all looked at him.  My great-nephew is out front, waiting to close the place after were done showering.  Ill get him to lock up anyway.  He loves to molest little boys, and considering how well used his pussies have been since he was a year old, hes very talented at sixteen.

Old guy headed out, his own hardon leading the way.  Daddy was confused and concerned.  After all, his little boys big mouth had gotten them both into this, but it was clear Daddy wasnt confused enough or concerned enough to balk at the gang bang that was going to happen to his little boy.

Im good for multiple cums when Im molesting a little boy.  Fuck, all good pedos are. I started pumping the little soon-to-be-kiddy-whores mouth. He take all your cock, daddy?

Daddy just nodded, stroking his meat while watching his three year old get face fucked by a big greaser dick. A prick much longer and fatter than his daddys. Too bad. The kid was going to have to learn to accommodate big meat. Like mine. Like right now.

So I started face fucking him. Holding his tiny head very, very still; spreading my legs a little wide so I had better balance, squatting a little to get just the right skull fuck angle, and then I proceeded to molest the hell out of the chubby little angel. Ricky wasnt exactly happy, since just getting in the same length as his daddys meat meant, given my dick size, opening his mouth a fucking lot wider than he was used to. And then there was the whole three or so more inches to go.

I molested on, making the toddler squirm and fight against me as I worked another inch and then a second down into his throat. I didnt spare much of a look at the boys daddy, but damn if he wasnt as sick a fuck as the rest of us, since his boy could barely breathe with the size prick down his throat, and he said nothing, just avidly jacked while his three year old choked on cock. But that thought was enough to tip me over the edge and I held his writhing little body in place as I pumped out my first load of spooge directly into his little boy belly.

When I was done I let him go and he promptly plopped down on the shower floor, gasping for air, and when he finally got enough, starting to wail. I sharply told him to shut the fuck up. His daddy must never have used that tone of voice on him before...surprise! surprise!...and the kid did what he was told.

Who gets his cunt first? 

The voice came from the doorway, and we looked over.  It was the old guy, still hard. Next to him was the nephew, great-nephew, whatever-the-fuck. Tall, thin, I mean really the fuck skinny, shoulder length wavy brown hair, wide mouth, thin lips, large brown eyes, lightly tanned all over, abso-fucking-lutely hairless, the kind of hip stance as he stood in the doorway that said this kid was a fucking screaming queen nelly faggot, but then there was that dick. The bastard was bigger than me! Not the fuck as fat and long as my nigger buddy, but still.

No one spoke up, so it looked like I was in charge of the gangbang. Or orgy. Or kid-rape. Fine by me.  John can have his cherry kid cunt. Then the rest of us. I turned toward little Rickys father.  You okay with that....

The pause was for his name and he finally caught on.  Uh, Sam.  Uh, well, yeah, I guess.

Oh-fucking-kay.

There are basically two types of pedo daddies in the sense of men who actually have their own biological kids, not little ones theyve rented or stolen, that they molest or share or both. The first type is the pedo top. The father who fucks his kids holes well and often. Who starts molesting his baby son young because, well, what the fuck, hes the daddy and daddies have needs, and baby boys are there to meet those needs with whichever hole daddy wants. Whenever daddy wants. Wherever daddy wants. And if daddy gets off on sharing, as most pedo daddies do, especially if sharing offers a chance of new boy cunt to molest, he goes out and selects the men who are going to dick his kid. And yeah, pedo tops fuck and suck other men, and get their asses used, too. But thats either a trade-off, or just because he enjoys queer sex with men, too.

Then theres the other type.  The cuckold wimp type.  He wants to molest his boy, desperately. Maybe even starts doing it a little bit, like dipping his daddy dick in his boys mouth, but not always cumming because he might get caught. Or finger fucking his boy with the excuse hes cleaning the kids poo-poo hole, but never taking the next logical step of plunging daddy meat in boy pussy. A submissive type. Needing to be told what to do, needing to see his son molested by other men and getting off on that almost more than if he were molesting the boy himself.

Daddy Sammy was the cuckold wimp type.

Sammy.  The dumb shit didnt even react to the little boy version of his name, just looked at me, still with his hand on his hardon. You ever sucked a mans dick?

Uh...no. And then, as if he realized that wasnt a manly type answer, he tried to butch it up with a Fuck, no!

So no ones had his dick in Sammys pussy, either?

Huh? Wha...what...I, hey, fuck, man, no, uh, fuck no.

I smiled at the group now circling our two virgins.  Lifted an eyebrow at the teen, asking his name. 

Joey, sir.

Good fag boy. Id probably let him use my cunt, too.  Maybe today, maybe not, since the main holes on the agenda were daddy and baby boy.  You want to shove that meat in daddy Sammys cunt and take his cherry?

What? blurted Sammy. Hey, wait, I mean, no, Ive never....

Shut the fuck up, asshole, I snapped. The wimp did. I told him to get on his knees, and he just...folded.  Still fucking hard.

John wheeled his chair over, so he was in front of wimp Sammy, with a blazing hard fuck stick standing straight up. He looked down at the man who was obediently on his knees, but nervously eyeing Johns fine, upstanding meat and the scarred flesh where his knees and lower legs used to be. Lick my stumps, Sammy, John said softly.  But not so quietly we all couldnt hear.

Fuck me. Hank and I had both had sex with John, with or without little boys (and the very occasional little girl, as we were, after all, equal opportunity pedos), but I sure the fuck hadnt known his stumps...not a fucking term I would have just upped and said...were a turn on. A quick glance at Hank said he was as surprised as I was.

John moaned, tilted his head back as he stroked his leaking prick, then looked up again, grinning.  What?

I sort of gestured at the submissive Sammy slurping and slobbering over Johns...ah...stumps.

You never asked. Oh, fuck! Yeah, fucker, right there. Bite me. Yeah, you stupid fuck, thats what I said, now fucking do it.

John moaned again as Sammy followed directions, licking and biting right at the center-most scar.  He looked at Hank and me again, panting just a little as Sammy worked him over. You, uh, fuck shit that feels good, know how, uh, your tits are wired to your dicks? Well, at least you two.

Hank and I both nodded.  True.  Twist and hurt our titties and our cocks got harder, leaked more.

One of the Cortes twins did that one day. All on his own. Just at little lick...at first. Sent me through the fucking roof, just like your nips do you. Then I had him really get into it. Actually, both of them.

Bastard. The eight year old twins were pure Spanish, Jose Maria Cortes y Alvarado and Pedro Maria Cortes y Alvarado.  I saw them leaving Johns office one day, with little bulges in their very short shorts, and a much larger bulge at the crotch of their very distinguished Castilian father. Hot fucking trio, but a fucking selfish daddy. For whatever reason, he was willing to share his olive-skin, black hair, black eyes sluts with John, probably to get medical care for free or some huge fucking discount, but he wouldnt let anyone else molest them. Selfish fucking bastard to him, too.

Johns meat was standing straight up, leaking a steady stream of precum. I grabbed the kid up, straddled his wimp daddy, stood the boy on Johns thighs, looked down to watch daddy biting and licking Johns stumps and then moving up to slurp and nibble on the boys baby toes.  Well, fuck, guess Im going to have to add a foot fetish to my encyclopedia of perversions.  The boys pee-pee was standing out straight from his plump body, although he was definitely looking a bit bewildered.

Well? Any of you fuckers gonna get Johns meat nice n slick so we can all fuck the little shit, rather than ruining him first time out?

I leaned baby boy toward me, holding him carefully as old guy leaned over and swallowed Johns cock to his wet pubes. A few obviously talented deep throat bobs and then he lifted off, dropped to one knee, and firmly held Johns meat in the upright position, reading for a baby boy landing.

Look at me, kid, I snapped.  The little one looked up at me, eyes wide.  You know how good it feels to have your daddys finger in your poo-poo hole?

Uh-ha, he said.

Well, your daddy wants John to put his big ol stiff dick up inside your poo-poo hole, doncha, Sammy baby?

Daddy stopped his nibbling on Johns stump long enough to tell the kid in a half-stuttering, typically wimpy daddy way, that he did and that the cuntlet (not daddys word of course) should do what these men wanted.

Now you know when you take a big shit....  Jesus, fuck. From the expression on little Ricks face, wimpy daddy probably uses all the bullshit technical terms, or kiddy-sounding babble. Look, kid, maybe your wimpy daddy calls it something like doing a number two, or going poo-poo... Well, that lit the kids eyes.  But men, fucking real men, call it shitting.  Understand?

Little Ricky was not sure why he was getting a lesson in shitting but he nodded anyway.

And when you shit, sometimes you have to push out really, really hard. Right?

Another nod.

Well, kid cunt, you just start pushin out.  Right now and really hard.

The three year old scrunched his face up, concentrating real hard on doing what he was told. The scrunch unfolded and expanded into an open-mouthed, wide-eyed gape and a loud wail as I shoved down and John shoved up, and his fat knob punched into baby boy pussy.

John paused for only a second, the look on his face telling us all how much he was enjoying even just the head of his dick inside that hot little cunt. He and I added to his enjoyment as we pushed/pulled the kid down, his little body desperately trying to fight us, his screams piercing, begging his daddy to stop it. But daddy had stopped licking Johns stumps, stopped everything except staring at the pedo cock raping into his precious boys cunt, taking his virginity, something he could have done if hed only had the nerve.

And then it was Sammys turn to shout, as Joey got fed up with waiting and punched his big teen meat into Sammys now no longer cherry hole.

So fucking hot watching daddy and son get their virgin fucks. From the speed Joey was ramming into daddys shitter, he was probably counting on letting loose with a really good cum to take the edge off, so he could enjoy a more leisurely fuck when it was his turn in the baby boy train.

The three of us who werent fucking jacked and watched, edging but not cumming, as the boy wailed and flailed, his baby meat soft and flopping, as Johns well-muscled (well they fucking well would have to be) arms lifted the three year old he was fucking up and down on his cock, until he was finally slamming him into his pubes. Joey followed suit, speeding up to match the pace and then John was yelling out that he was fucking cumming into hot little kiddy cunt, and Joey was clearly doing the same in daddys hole.

My turn.  The old guy moved closer, leaned over, put his hands in the boys armpits and lifted. Johns softening pedo meat slipped out and flopped down on his thigh.  Youre gonna love this pussy, guys.

I love it when the little boy gangbang is rough. No gentleness until its over. No waiting between fucks.  Just man cock into boy cunt, man cock into boy cunt, one right after the other. 

Old guy set the boy on the floor, knelt beside him, pulled him down onto all fours. The kid struggled, but what the fuck was a three year old going to do against a man his age, especially not someone as wiry and muscled as he was.  Rickys teary, raw voice begged his daddy to do something, explained how his poo-poo hole....

The old guy cut him off.  Look, little one, you dont have a poo-poo hole any more. The boy looked over his shoulder with a three year old version of what the fuck?

Once a boy has a mans cock up inside him, hes just got a pussy, a boy cunt, and while its okay to use it when you have to shit, that hole is really for man cock shoving up inside. Right, daddy?

Sammy looked up, twisted back and forth to see all of the men towering over him, realized he had no fucking choice.  Yeah, Ricky, thats right.

But, daaadddeeee!

The new wail was because old guy had positioned his meat and then shoved balls deep into the boy cunt. His hands gripped the fat little waist as he began fucking. The kid was obviously in pain since old guys dick was bigger than Johns. I groaned inside at the thought of what it would be like when he had my meat, and then Hanks and then Joey, his baby cunt getting stretched wider and deeper with each new prick.

There was a subtle sense of urgency now.  The pool was officially closed, but all our cars were obviously still outside, and since Hamilton Park was popular, not only for pedos like us, but for the straights and their families (which made it so pedo popular), people might wonder what was taking the owners of those last few cars to shower, get dressed and leave.

Old guy picked up the fuck speed. Your daddy doesnt have a poo-poo hole either, kid. Hes got a fucking pussy just like you. Right, daddy?

Sammy nodded and through the pain and the pounding, Rickys eyes widened again. Was it getting through to him that he and his daddy were holes now, cunts to be used whenever a man wanted? I didnt think that message was quite clear yet, but by the time we were done with him, it would be.

John was hard again. He ordered Sammy to get up, straddle his thighs and fuck himself down on the pedo docs dick, just like his slut son had done.

Sammy did what he was told. Bracing himself on the arms of the wheelchair, legs wide, his belly pouched out, his daddy dick hard, he fucked himself.

Old guy grabbed the boys hair, yanked, made him look up at his daddy. Look at your daddy, slut. Hes a fucking whore just like you, his sloppy daddy pussy is getting fucked, just like you. And tomorrow, hes gonna sneak you out of the house and take you somewhere, maybe the park, maybe a toilet, and hes gonna find some men to fuck the both of you, right, daddy whore?

Sammy was crying, but his cock was hard and leaking. Yes, yes, gonna find some cock for my cunt, for my baby boys, oh fuck! And then Sammy was spurting thin little streams of cum, as old guy grunted and supplied his share of seed into Rickys new-made fuck hole. John clearly followed suit.  Lucky fucker. Two damn cums out of this and Id probably only get one.

Stay! old guy ordered, as he yanked his slimy meat out.  The kid didnt move.

So fucking hot to feel my long fat greaser meat shoving into baby three year old, cum slimed boy twat. As I started a rough fuck on the baby pussy, old guy ordered daddy to clean his cock, and then clean John as well.

Fucking hell, I said to Sammy between gasps as I started power fucking the boys oozing cunnie. Dumb fucker not to have tapped this for yourself. But youre fuckin gettin off on your boy gettin gangbanged, arent you?

Daddy had given up denial. He probably hadnt been this hard for this long or so often ever before in his wimpy life, but he was stiff again.  All from knowing men were molesting his three year old son, one right after the other. Knowing...and watching and jacking while he let himself be used, too. Daddy couldnt really reply, though, since he was on his knees sucking off old guy. Most likely not an expert cocksucker, but hed learn.  All of us knew that.  Including him.

I looked down where my meat joined baby boy hole.  Nothing as fucking much of a turn on as greaser dick in plump or thin or in between baby boy cunt, especially when I can ram hard and deep into a natural whores hole.

Fuck, Hank, fuck! I said to my nigger buddy. Youre gonna fuck him a new hole, youre gonna be so deep your cum is gonna shoot out his pussy mouth, oh Christ shit fuuuccckkk! And with that I slammed home and spurted my own hot load of man slime into the boys pussy.

I was panting hard enough that I wanted to rest, just for a second, but Hank had other ideas. Both his large hands grabbed my shoulders from behind and he pulled back hard. At least I got a quick look at the boys raw, puffy, gaping pussy before Hank pretty much kicked me to the curb, got down on his knees and fucked ten inches of very horny nigger meat into the kids ravaged shitter. Little Ricky screamed again. A welcome sound to the pedos molesting him and his dad.

Second hottest thing in the fucking pedo world...watching long fat nigger dick rape tight little boy twat. Hank was short, slender, refined, brilliant, a gentleman, a scholar...and one fucking mean nigger when he was fucking.  Like now.  That meat was shoving aside the boys bowels, straightening his insides, molding the pussy walls to his invading dick, and then he pulled all the way out, just for a second, letting the cunt walls collapse in again, before shoving deep, and finally, finally, the kid got a stiffie and it stayed that way as Hanks prick worked the baby prostate, sent him into multiple dry cums where the crying was part pain from the massive meat plundering his hole and part pleasure.  Then it was Hanks turn to bellow and cum.

Old guy got his second cum. I was going to get mine.  I shoved daddy Sammy down on all fours right in front of his precious son.  Right where baby boy could see his very own daddy with a stiff little dickie and greaser slimy cock up his daddy cunt, and long nigger meat down his throat.

Joeys turn. For all practical purposes, the biggest meat in the shower room. And for all his obvious plan for a leisurely fuck, hed picked up on the vibes, on the urgency. He shoved in and started sliding back and forth on the slime of four mens nut sap.

Remember how your dad and your grampa fucked you, Joey? the old guy said. How they plowed your tiny tight two year old pussy when they were in a hurry, and needed to get off quick?  How they shoved their cocks in and out of you so they could get their rocks off, not worrying about any little boy cums for you?  Fuck this boy slut the same way, Joey.  Fuck him!

Joey followed orders, too. The only thing that was important was getting his teen rocks off again; the fact that the baby boy he was fucking was uncomfortable, fuck, even hurting, was of no importance. All that was important was that he had a hot, tight little boy pussy, and Joey had a long, thick teen prick that needed to cum.  Five, then, fifteen brutal strokes and Joey was filling the kid cunt to overflowing.  Moments later, Hank and I did to Sammys holes, too.

The three most recent cummers pulled out of the well-fucked holes.  Sammy understood his role, now.  As Ricky flopped, belly down, on the slick shower room tiles, daddy cleaned Joeys meat, then Hanks then mine.

There was a silence. No one moved.  Sammy coughed, a little ahem! that wimps make when they need to speak. I cut him off, since there was one more thing that had to be done.

Fuck him, daddy. Fuck your precious boys wide open poo-poo hole.

Sammy surged back stiff. I had no idea if hed cum again, didnt really give a fuck one way or the other.

Ricky wailed.  No, daddy, no, please, my, my, my pussy hurts, oh daddy, no please dont, dont dont....

The last dont cut off as daddy did.

It definitely wasnt as good a fuck as the rest of us had. The boys twat was too loose and sloppy now. Daddy shouldve popped his boys cherry himself, but his loss, our gain. But kid cunt is resilient; itll tighten back up pretty quick and daddy could tap it again.  And again.  And again.

Or not.  I sort of thought it would be more likely for Sammy to take his boy out and find men to molest his son while he watched, and participated if he was allowed to.  Or ordered to.

Daddy pounded his boys pussy in a not very good imitation of the man fucks the boy had already had, and in short order shot again.  Probably not much if the last cum I saw from him was any indication.

There was that kind of silent moment that fags and pedos get when the sex is done, and now everyone tried to figure out what the polite thing to do or say was.

John, brilliant fucking pedotrician John, solved the problem.

Ill need to see Ricky tomorrow, Sammy.  At two.

Father and son were still joined, daddy cock in kiddy cunt.  What?

Im a... I smiled as John caught himself from using our word and substituted the real one, ...a pediatrician.  Your little one has just been well and thoroughly molested. He needs to be examined.

But...but youre just gonna fuck him.

Johns smile was wide and confident.  But of course. And so will my nurse.

Marty. An actual R.N., a swishy little fairy in his late twenties, with a slender hairless cock and small balls that pumped an amazing amount of cum, as I should know from the number of times Ive fucked him in docs office and watched him spew without me touching his meat. But he also loved the little boy cunnies he had access to.

And youll be there to watch, wont you, Sammy? Getting hard and jacking while other men molest your boy? Thats something you want, isnt it, Sammy?

I...uh...yes.

And if he gets a little too loud for a medical office, why we can always just tape his mouth shut.

From the arrested expression on Sammys face he agreed. 

Excellent! John gave Sammy the office address, extorted a telephone number so that his nurse could call him and remind of the appointment.  Got an address, too, which all of us filed inside our heads.  Its always good to know where a little boy you can molest lives.  Why go trolling when you can just call and find out if hes available and then fuck his holes in the comfort of his own home.

Sammy slid his meat out of his sons sorely abused cunt. On his own he spread the boys cheeks so we could move in and get a good look at the pussy lips, the thick slime oozing out. As father and son struggled to stand on legs that didnt want to work, John looked over at Hank and me and winked.  It seems we had a pedotrician appointment tomorrow at two as well.

I had the day off anyway. With comparatively fresh kid cunt available in another gangbang setting, Hank would definitely do whatever was necessary at the university to be available as well.

As we all cleaned up, dried off, got dressed, I thought ahead. There were some things I definitely had to do in the morning, and one that I should do in the afternoon. But when the choice was that particular errand versus nearly new boy pussy, the scales were weighted down on the side of kid cunt with one of the hundred-weights from the gym.

Okay.  Run the errands.  A quick shower.  Fuck my greaser dick into three year old boy cunt.

Yeah. I could get with that program.

