PROFESSOR MASONS MESS,
OR, A SWEET DARK PUSSY

by DannyR (MMMM/bbb, incest, oral, anal, piss, racial epithets, extreme pedo)
Copyright 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.

SPECIAL NOTE:  Well damn. Now theres not only TAP providing prodigies of pedo perverse jackoff fantasy ideas, but David and Zack have joined in.  Anyone else out there?

PROFESSOR MASONS MESS

Chapter 4

Daddy?

Fuck.

Whatcha doin?

Double fuck.

Simple solution, the professor berated himself.  All he had to do was lock the door. But he hadnt.  Almost as if, knowing Elaine and JJ were out to some religious thing or other, that hed wanted to be caught by Markie.  Caught doing something perverted, that a good father shouldnt be doing.

Like being naked and sitting on the bed, with his long meat standing straight up and steadily leaking. Like holding his naked fifteen month old baby boy in his arms. And cooing dirty things to him. While finger-fucking his baby hole.

Shit!!!

Would the secret-men-only thing work again?  Nothing to do but try.

Im, uh, Im cleaning out Lukies poo-poo hole, son. That was a sort of truth, since his long, lubed fuck-you finger was well up inside the baby boys shit chute, and undoubtedly the in and out movement would help to clean him, once he finally took his finger out.

Markie moved closer to the bed, his hand reaching down to his crotch.  Oh, look, daddy, Lukies got a stiffie, Lukies got a stiffie!

Indeed he did.  An impressive little nigger cocklet standing as tall as he could for his age. And Markie naturally pulled his undies down again, to show daddy that he, too, had a stiffie.

Just like his daddys. Only not as big.

Yes, son, Lukie does.  All my men have big stiffies for their ages. Once again Mark preened at being called a man. Now, son, sometimes men have secrets that they keep just between themselves, and other times they share it, like, uh, with your brother.

When you showed us bout jacking, and cumming?

Uh, yes, son.

Okay.

But this, uh, this is just between you and me and Lukie here.  You cant tell anybody, and that includes JJ about this.

Not even JJ?

No, son, not even JJ.  Definitely not JJ.  Ever since the lets-jack-off-together session, hed been even more aloof than usual, hanging around his mother more closely.  Asking to go to church with her.  So far, at least, he hadnt said anything to Elaine, because the professor was still among the living.

Thats okay.

What the fuck?  The boys had, apparently, always told each other everything, even though they were two years apart. The professor couldnt help himself. His finger was still gently fucking the babys not yet cunt, currently just a shitter with a finger in it, he didnt tell Markie to pull his undies up and hide his stiffie. Instead, he lifted an eyebrow and asked the question, though without the f-word.

JJs always bossin me, n tellin me I ought to go to church, n pray with him, n how what we did was wrong.

Jesus fucking Christ.  The boy could spill the proverbial beans any fucking second.

But that was later, and this was now, and right now he had a finger in one of his sons assholes, and the other son was looking, well, pretty goddamned eager.

Well, son, Ill have a talk with JJ, and try to bring him around.  But you just keep quiet, and go along and dont argue. Let daddy handle it. So does that mean you can keep a really big secret from JJ?

Uh-ha.  Markie nodded vigorously, and absently began jacking his impressive cocklet.

The professor paused. Tried to stop. Told himself that what he was doing was wrong, what he was about to do was even worse. He was not going to be a child molester like his daddy and his grampas and his uncles. But the voice that said No! was off behind that glass wall, and the sound was muted.

The professor was apparently going to molest both of his youngest sons this afternoon. Not that he would fuck them. Work his fingers in their tiny holes, prepare them.... His mind slid away from even the possibility of wondering what he was preparing them for if he wasnt going to put his dick up there.

Cmon, son. The professor tilted his head, and Markie quickly understood he was to get on the bed. He was smart enough to push his undies all the way down, and step out of them first. Such a bright little nigglet wanna be slut, the professor proudly thought.

Markie sprawled next to his daddy, licking his fat lips, avidly watching the easy in and out slide of daddys finger up inside his little brothers poo-poo hole. Something his baby brother obviously liked, since he had a stiffie.  Lukie likes that.

The professor had to agree. Nigger slut genes were a wonderful thing for child molesters everywhere.

Would I like it, too, daddy?

The professor couldnt help himself. His muscles contracted and a spurt of clear precum arced into the air.  Christ, no persuasion, no explanations, no bullshit needed. You bet, Markie.

The professor pulled his slimy finger out of the babys slimy hole. Paused. Made a fist like he was giving the finger to someone, stretched his arm out just a little, his middle finger tilted toward Markie. Waited.

But not for long at all.  Markie twisted to get on his knees, scrambled a bit, leaned forward, and sucked his daddys long, gooey finger all the way in. Without gagging. God or the devil or something must have tweaked the professors genes when making little Markie, since it had taken little Lamar a long time to overcome his gag reflex. Not that any of the men fucking his little boy mouth minded making him gag and choke; it was more of a fucking turn on if he did. But when he finally learned to deep-throat them all without a problem, they decided that was an acceptable substitute for the pleasure of causing pain.

Oh, yeah, Markie, suck off daddys finger. Clean up your baby brothers ass juices. Oh, Markie, youre such a good baby nigger.

Markie lifted his head up and smiled at his daddy.

Now do both fingers, baby boy.

The professor turned his hand palm down, his first two fingers pointing at his sons wide mouth and fat red lips, the thumb and fingers curled under.  They went into Markies mouth with no problem. All the way down into his throat with no problem. The professor moaned. Regretfully withdrew his fingers.

He carefully put the naked fifteen month old on his back, well away from the edge of the bed, then had Markie crawl over and stretch out across his thighs. Like he was going to get spanked. Now wasnt that a hot fucking thought? His large hand caressed his five year olds fat bubble bottom. Would Markie like pain the way his grampa Tyrone did? Like his own daddy....  The professor shook his head to clear it.  No.  Fuck, no!  He wasnt into pain.

The professor rubbed the tip of his forefinger on the little pinkish-brown starburst. Do you know what this is, baby boy?

Uh-ha. Thats my poo-poo hole.

Right, son.  Thats what you call it if youre talking to JJ, or your mom, or anyone else. But just between you and me, when its just us, well, thats your boy pussy.  Your cunt. Can you remember that?

Uh-ha. Thats my pussy. He paused. Markie was a bright little kindergartener.  So Lukies got a boy pussy, too?

The professor grinned, pushed, and half his spit slick forefinger slid into his five years almost cunt, past the rubber-band tight ring of muscle. He wasnt about to waste time on explaining subtleties like the kid not really having a pussy until hed had a dick up inside him.  Markie only grunted.  Thats right, Markie, both of my boys have little boy pussies.

Even JJ?

Probably not in this lifetime, but molesting two out of three wasnt bad. Hell, it was fucking good. He pushed the rest of his finger into Markies bottom hole. The boy moaned and writhed on his daddys lap, making the professors hardon leak even more.

I dont think so, kiddo.

 cause hes never had any fingers up his pussy, huh?

Very bright boy.  Fingers plural, too. The professor pulled his finger out of his boys hole, and put both fingers in his own mouth, enjoying his first taste of his boys cunt. Thoroughly slimed, he put them back at Markies ass lips, fuck fingertip on top of first fingertip to make a nice little wedge. Then he pushed. 

Markie squealed. But not, apparently, from pain. The professor paused, his fingers only in his little boys pussy up to his first knuckle.

Are you okay, son?

Ohhhhh, yes, daddy, the little slut in making replied.

The professor pushed and his five year old sons cunt eased open. A little more force and both of his long fingers were entirely inside his sons hole. Markie whimpered.

Oh, son, youre such a hot little nigger boy slut for daddy. Daddys got two fingers up inside your pussy. So fucking hot, seeing daddy fingers slide in and out of five year son cunt.

The professor sawed back and forth, plunging all the way in, rotating his fingers, spreading them, almost as if he was going to fuck his precious boy, but he knew hed never do that, couldnt do that, not without his long nigger daddy dick hurting the kids cunt. Hed never hurt his boy.  Pleasure him, yes, but not cause him pain.

Markie squealed, high and loud, his body freezing for a moment, then collapsing. Ohhhh, daddy, what was that?

The professor laughed.  His fingers had stroked the kids gland, tiny though it was. Thats your boy button, Markie. When something rubs over it, you feel really, really, really good.

The five year old sighed.  Oh, yes, daddy.

The professor pulled his fingers out, got a glimpse of the red insides of his sons shitter. Markie whimpered again, with regret for feeling empty.  Told his precious boy to move, to get on his hands and knees, with his boy feet just barely hanging over the edge of the bed. He moved naked Luke into position, on his back, his fat little legs sprawled, Markie looking directly down on the babys soft little pricklet.

The professor slimed up his fingers again, and as he slid them back in Markie sighed because his cunt was no longer empty, and then squealed again when the professor stroked his boy button. And again. And again.  Until finally Markie was squealing and panting and shivering as the kneeling professor held his big hand splayed under Markies chest to hold him upright while the fucking fingers worked their magic.  One more push, one more muttered obscenity about fucking his pussy boys hole, and Markie came apart. Screaming, crying, shivering, shaking so fast he would have been off the bed if the kneeling professor hadnt held him in place.

And kept on relentless finger fucking his boy pussy even after the kid went all limp, begging his daddy to stop, whining that he couldnt take it any more. But the professor went on anyway, teaching his boy a valuable lesson.  That the men who would use him were interested in what felt good to them; any good feelings for the kid they were molesting were incidental.

The thought that other men might, no, would be molesting his little son surfaced briefly and then slid away.

Okay, so he was a sick fuck whod gone way beyond teaching his boys how to jack off. And if he confessed this to his psychiatrist, the good doctor would tell the good cop and his nigger ass would be rammed into jail and his name engraved on the sex offenders list in big fucking caps. So hed just keep his mouth shut.  Record some other memory from his past, or fuck, make one up. Thatd keep the doc happy.

And it wasnt like he was really going to molest his boys, like by fucking them. Sure, fingering little Markies pussy until he had three, no, there was another one, four fucking dry cums in a row was sort of child abuse, although how it could be abuse when the little one was getting so much fucking screaming pleasure out of it, was beyond him. Besides, hed never get ten inches of nigger daddy dick up inside Markie. Just three or four if he was lucking.

No! Jesus fucking Christ, no! There was no way. Yeah, he remembered how Daddy Cashs thick nigger daddy meat went all the way up his two year old ass the night he was raped. So, logically, sure, he could probably get maybe eight of his inches inside Markies pussy. Hell, maybe even nine since it was an older pussy.

No, no, no. Hed pleasure his sons, well, two of them, with his fingers. Especially since theyd clearly inherited the Cash family cunt genes. He looked down at his still trembling five year old, collapsed forward, his forehead resting on baby Lukes fat little belly, his shivering breath rising and falling against the tiny cocklet and balls.

What a fan-fucking-tastic idea. Lick your brothers pee-pee, Markie.

That woke the kid up. But, daddy, he pees....

The professor grabbed his sons nappy hair, and yanked him upright as he slid his fingers out of the kid cunt. Open up, son. He shook the boys head a little.

The boy mouth opened. Whether because his daddy told him to or to scream didnt matter, because the two slimy fingers that had been fucking his pussy went past his fat, wide lips, across his bright pink tongue, and down into his throat. Again without gagging. Damn, but he sure could have used that skill when he was young and getting face fucked by so many big dicked men. He slid his fingers back and forth and Markie instinctively worked them with his tongue and his lips and eager production of large amounts of spit.

He pulled them out, held them in front of the five year olds face. Where have these fingers been, son?

I...in my pussy, daddy.

And what else do you use that hole for besides daddy fingering you?

Uh, to go poo-poo?

Son, if youre going to be a man with a fine, tight boy pussy, and neither of them thought that phrase was odd at all, you need to use the right words.  You shit, son.  Right?

Y...yes, daddy. I, uh, I use my pussy to shit.

So if you like sucking daddys fingers after theyve been in and out of your shit hole, its no big deal to lick your baby brothers dick just because he pisses out of it, is there?

That fine logic made fine sense to the well-confused and horny little boy. Okay, daddy.  

Markie dutifully leaned down again, the professor letting him go, rested his weight on his hands, and bent his head to lick and slurp his fifteen month old baby brothers dickie.  Which got immediately stiff.  The baby gurgled. Clearly in pleasure. Markie smiled in pleasure, too, around the nigglet prick in his mouth. And whimpered as daddys strong fingers found his boy button.

Markie stopped sucking. Lifted his head. Hed had a very bright idea. Does Luke have a boy button, too, daddy?

The professor groaned and spewed precum onto the bed. Fuck. The spread was going to be a mess. Hed have to spill some Coke on it and listen to his wife rant about his carelessness, since it wouldnt do for the bitch to smell sex on it.  He paused in mid-stroke.  Odd, but hed never realized before how much of an uptight, religious cunt his wife really was. Had she really been that way all along and he just hadnt noticed, like some dumb nigger thug on the streets, too stupid to see what was under his nose? Damn, but this therapy was bringing all sorts of new shit into his life.

But it was good.  Good to get all the repressed memories out in the open. To work out the horror of being raped, to try to regain the feeling of being a proud, powerful black man, the man hed been before being emasculated by the rape. He focused his attention back on the pussy in hand. So to speak.

Yes, son, he does. A little baby button. Would you like to see if you can find it and make your little brother feel good, too?

Markie nodded eagerly, raised his right hand to his mouth and began sucking his first two fingers. The kid was no dummy. If that was the way daddy did it, then that was the way hed do it for his baby brother.

The professor had a better idea.  Sick.  Perverted.  But so fucking much better.  He let Markie ease first one and then two fingers into Lukes bottom hole and wiggle them around. The baby gurgled again, and grinned, and stayed stiff. 

Markie was having a great time, though he couldnt seem to feel anything up inside little Lukes cunt that felt like the little magic button place in his own pussy, that daddy was so good at working over. And Luke wasnt getting all shivery and screaming, either. Maybe he wasnt any good at this. He started to say so, but the professor spoke first.

You know, Markie, I think maybe Lukes baby button is further up his inside his pussy. We need something longer, probably.

Markie sighed. He was right, he wasnt any good at this. Daddy would have to use his big long fingers on Lukes pussy, just like he had been doing when Markie had walked in the bedroom. He sighed again and pulled his fingers out. Started to move out of the way, since daddys fingers were no longer up inside his own pussy.

The professor stopped him.  I bet if you put your dickie inside your baby brothers whore nigger bottom, youd find his baby button.

Markies mouth dropped.

You could put your dickie inside your brothers pussy?  Really?  Truly? And daddy was going to let him do it?

Daddy was.

The professor turned Luke over, belly down on the towel, the boys fat bubble butt mounds rising clearly. The professor licked his lips. He really did have an unusually long, talented tongue, and hed thought once that Elaine had liked him to using it on her cunny, but that, too, was apparently one of the false memories he had to work through. Hed really like to give his baby son a thorough daddy tongue fucking, but there wasnt time.

He smeared his forefinger with his own spit, and eased a little of it into Lukes hole. More slime and he slicked up Markies three inch hardon.  Then he talked Markie through the techniques of fucking a man or a boy on his belly.  Resting your weight on your left hand, if you were right-handed (like Markie). Using your knees to spread your cunts thighs a little wider if you needed to (like Markie). Holding your dickie with your right hand and sliding it around until you found that hot little pucker; sometimes sliding up and off instead of going in when you pushed (like Markie). Coming back again, getting the head of your pecker seated against the pussy lips, shoving a little bit harder, and then enjoying your virgins high little squeals as your dick punches in and takes the kids cherry (like Markie).

Oh, daddy! Lukies pussy is so hot and tight and wet, oh daddy, this feels so fucking good.

That whole good Christian children never swear training from his wife was pretty much fucking out the fucking window.

Good, son, good. Fuck your baby brother. Fuck his fifteen month old cunt. Make him your whore!

Markie was a good little baby brother fucker and followed his daddys orders. Listened when his daddy explained that the purpose of baby boy pussy was to please whoever was using it; that if the kid cunt got pleasure, fine, but no fucking big deal if it didnt happen. Kept on fucking the tiny baby cunt as the professor forced three fingers inside Markies cunt, opening him roughly, teaching him the lesson in another way, his left hand awkwardly but effectively jacking his long well-lubed nigger daddy dick.

The baby dick fucking, finger fucking went on and on, first Markie then Luke writhing in dry cums, but daddy wouldnt let them stop. He was enjoying this too fucking much and besides he hadnt cum yet. He was off in some other world, getting close, when Markie suddenly shouted, Daddy!  Daddy, Lukies pissing!

The dick and finger fucking stopped as they both looked down. The towel was getting soaked, the urine spreading out and out from Lukes tiny body. Jesus the fuck Christ, who wouldve thought a fifteen month old could have so much piss in him? The smell blasted up and the professor inhaled deeply.  It made him think of the time his grampa had first used him as a urinal. Precum spewed.

He had to have that towel.

It was fucking goddamned awkward, but he managed to get the towel out from under Lukes body, the sopping wet, piss-smelling towel, without dislodging Markies dick from his baby brothers cunt.

Fuck him, Markie. Fuck your pissy nigger cum dump whore brother like the slut he is, and you just keep on fucking until daddy tells you to stop.

Markie was an eager nigglet whore in progress, wanting more of the feeling his daddys fingers up his cunt gave him. He started fucking his brother, daddy shoved the three fingers back inside Markies now gaping five year old cunt and began fucking again. 

With his left hand, the professor draped the pissy towel over his head, so he could smell the piss as he breathed through his nose, and chew the rough fabric crammed into his mouth so he could suck on his youngest sons still slightly warm piss, while he frantically jerked his own meat. For a short while the only sounds in the room were three sweating, grunting, moaning, fucking, jacking niggers, until finally the professor lost it and began spewing large spurts of thick nigger seed everywhere, the hot blobs landing on the backs and bodies of his young sons. Which brought another howling cum for Markie and a quieter but still clear dry cum for the baby boy being fucked on the bottom.

The professor spat out the mouthful of towel, shook his head, and the wet, smelly towel landed on the back of Markies head.  The boy promptly objected. Which just got him a swat on his own fat bottom, with the hand whose fingers had just so lovingly fucked him. The professor grabbed the towel, and holding Markies head in place with his right, used his left hand to cover his five year olds mouth and nose.

Suck on it, baby boy. Chew the towel and swallow your brothers piss. All good little nigger whores drink piss, and you want to be a good nigger whore pussy boy for daddy, dont you, son?

Poor piss covered Markie couldnt respond verbally, but he could by doing what he was told.  Hmm.  Cold baby brother piss from a wet towel wasnt all that bad. He wondered what it would be like all hot and direct.

The professor turned the youngest well fucked nigglet on his back, told Markie to hold his brothers mouth open, and then the professor wrung the towel out, feeding baby Lukes piss right back to him. Baby Luke wasnt happy, especially when his daddy clamped his hand over the boys mouth and held it there until he swallowed. But hed learn. Learn to be happy with whatever the fuck his daddy fed him.

Such as the blobs of thick, cold semen that the professor stroked up off his sons bodies and fed to them.

The professor looked at the watch he had worn throughout the sex.  Not all that much time left before Elaine and JJ were likely to return.  He cleaned the boys up, got Luke re-diapered and safely in his crib, smelling fresh and sweet and not like a well-fucked, pissed on nigglet slut.  Markie was clean, too, and downstairs watching cartoons, although he had begged his daddy to let him lick the last couple of drops of daddy milk off his daddys hand and his daddys knob.  The professor had obliged.

Yes, yes, he was finger fucking his sons, and being a fucking voyeur while his five year old and fifteen month old boys fucked, but it wasnt truly molesting. It wasnt as if he was doing the fucking. Or if he was making them suck him off. A little boys licking his daddys pee-hole to get the last of daddys cum after a fine jackoff wasnt molesting.

Much.

A very tall glass of Coke had been spilled on the bedspread, and a bit on the floor as well. Everything was being laundered.  The professor was cleaned up and fully dressed.

He looked at his watch again.  Put his hand in his pocket and caressed the digital recorder he didnt remember turning on before hed started molesting Luke, didnt remember turning off when they were done.  Picked up the phone.  Dialed.

Three rings. Four. A cold voice answered.  Odysseus, nigger.

The professor answered questions, listened to his instructions, heard Penelope, nigger, and promptly forgot the call when he hung up.  He fixed something to eat for himself and his precious son. His oh so well molested son.  No.  No. Fingering and voyeur jacking wasnt molesting. Perverted, perhaps, but he wasnt molesting, wouldnt actually molest his little boys.

The next day was Sunday. 

Hed gotten through the Saturday afternoon irate lecture on his carelessness, his head bowed to his wifes fury, a promise never to do it again, a growing resentment over how she treated him, as if he really, truly wasnt manly any more just because hed been the unwilling recipient of dick up his cunt. He gotten through the rest of the day, the evening watching TV and thinking lustful thoughts about his precious nigglets and hiding the hardon, though Elaine wasnt paying much attention. She was doing something for work or something for church or fucking both. He got through another night without sex with his wife, the oddity of not missing it not registering even though theyd been very active in bed before his rape. Before his memories came back, before he began to recognize what his marriage had really been like, despite the wrong memories that said otherwise.

Sunday morning, the professor persuaded his wife that Markie was just a little sick, so hed stay home and take care of the boys while she and JJ went to services and then the...the...whatever-the-fuck (though he didnt dare use the phrase) was going on afterwards. They wouldnt be home for hours.

They also hadnt been gone more than a minute or two, a minute or two in which Jesus the fuck Christ they could have turned back and seen who was at the front door.

The doorbell rang.


