ARY PUSSY

By DannyR  (MM/tt/bb, oral, anal, incest, pedo)
Copyright 2012.  All rights reserved.


Author’s Reminder:  Don’t forget that inquiring authors want to know -- what did you think?  So when you’re 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.

NOTE:  A follow-up, based on the disappeared dad’s ideas.


LIBRARY PUSSY

“Is he a good cocksucker?”

I couldn’t help it.  Neither could Ben, my five year old brother. We both screamed.  Ben was second only because he had to get his mouth off my nine year old dick before he could use his mouth for yelling instead of sucking.

Fortunately for the rest of our young sex lives, our screams weren’t loud enough, and were cut off fast enough, that we didn’t completely shatter the quiet of the county library and bring the staff running.  It’s just that Ben and I (I’m Gerald, Gerald Allen) were horny kids. Perpetually horny kids who loved giving each other dry cums. And since I’d been sucked off so many times in the camp toilet, ditto sucking the camp counselor who introduced me to the joys of sex when he molested my until-then-not-queer little body, well, when I got a stiffie showing Ben the book with pictures of statues of naked Greek men, it just seemed natural to take his hand and go to the toilet on the second floor.  And agree without words to suck each other off.  Still, we were smart horny kids, so we knew we were doing something we shouldn’t be doing, in a place we definitely shouldn’t be doing it in, and that we’d be in big fucking trouble if anyone found us doing it.  We just did it anyway.

And got caught. Only, once we shut our mouths and the adult’s actual words sank in, not just the fact of a man saying something at the start of one of Ben’s truly fine blowjobs, we realized there might be some fucking, but it wasn’t going to be of the fucking trouble kind.  

I eventually figured it this way.  A man walks into a library toilet and sees a skinny blond nine year old boy, long hair down to his shoulders in the back, kind of short on top and sides, with his shorts and undies at his ankles, his three inch stiffie pointing straight out and getting sucked by a plump blond five year old blond, well, mostly “baby fat” but still with a cute tummy and very pointy nips, and longish hair, down on his knees, playing with his own inch and half or so stiffie.  Now a man who’s really appalled, shocked, upset, blah, blah, blah by what he saw, isn’t going to ask how good the little sucker is, is he?

And a man who was going to turn us in to the library police or whatever the fuck, also isn’t going to jump a little at our voices, look nervously around, and then relax when we shut up and just looked back at him. And at his bulge. Whenever one of us saw a dick being played with, though I’d seen a hell of a lot more than my brother, who’d only seen mine up to that day, we just automatically started playing with our own pricks. To which he responded by groping himself, and showing us the outline of his hardon down his left leg.

“Uh-huh,” I said.

The man looked confused and then his face cleared as he realized I was answering his question. He licked his lips, and squeezed his dick, but didn’t say anything, though he looked like he wanted to.

Tom, the senior at Lexington Spirit of the Lord Bible College (which isn’t actually in Lexington at all) who was my first molester, had warned me about this, though. He knew I understood that what he’d done to me, or, well, fuck with me, actually, had to be a secret, well, except from the other adults and teens at the camp he’d been sharing me with.  He didn’t bother with the lies about me getting into direct trouble if we were found out, like getting put in jail or sent to foster care or shit like that. But he made sure I knew that not only would he and any of the others I cheerfully allowed to molest me go to jail, but my life would still be fucked up if I told, and with all the attention I’d get it would probably make it a hell of a lot more difficult to find someone, well, a man, to give me the kind of dry cums that Tom had provided over and over and over for almost the whole three weeks of Bible camp. (Tom sort of molested me the first day, but I figured the real first time was when we sucked each other off the second day.)

But on the last day, after a final fuck from him,  a suck for Mark, the sixteen year old counselor from Cabin 4 (Ben and I had been in Cabin 3 where Tom was the counselor), and a final fuck from Preacher Bob, Tom had carefully explained that there would be other men and boys and teens who’d want to do sex things with me back home. He already knew I was going to see if Ben wanted to learn, because while I could give myself a decent dry cum with my hand, having someone else do it was much, much better. In fact, when he’d been sliding his dick in my slicked up pussy a few days before camp ended and I suddenly asked him about that, he’d paused and then shoved all the way in. I squealed.

“Fucking Christ, Ger, that would be so hot!  Watching you molest your own little brother, fucking his mouth, teaching him to suck your nine year old dick, fucking his ass, and then me getting my dick into his holes, breeding his tiny cunts.  Oh, fuck, yeah!” He was so turned on by the images in his head that he bred me hard and fast and seeded my bowels.

He’d also explained that last day that while there would be older guys who wanted me, and if I got Ben hooked, would want him as well, it was really, really risky. Well, this was back in 1978, and pedos weren’t so much public and on everyone’s mind.  But still, a man doesn’t generally want it known how much he likes kid cunt, especially little boy cunt.  So I might have to be the one to let them know I was okay with it, that I was very much interested in being molested, and molested thoroughly and well.  

So there we were in the toilet, and the man was displaying some of the signs Tom had mentioned. Licking his lips.  A kind of glazed look in his eyes, but still staring at my crotch (well, my visible hardon). Groping himself while trying not to look like that’s what he was doing.

Yep.  An inexperienced child molester.  Who was almost dying for experience, or from the lack of it. It was up to me, then. So I did what a polite, well-mannered little boy who wanted adult dick would do.  I introduced us.

“I’m Gerald. This is Ben. He’s my brother. He’s five. Would you like him to give you a blowjob?”

Nine years old and I was already pimping out my little brother.

The man’s mouth dropped open, his eyes lit. And then he looked at his watch with an anguished expression.  He had somewhere to be that he couldn’t delay so he could get his first pedo sex from two hot and horny little boys?

Or at least horny.  We might have been hot just because we were so young.

“I, uh, fuck, uh, I’m supposed to meet someone....” His voice trailed off and he glanced over his shoulder toward the door.  “Uh, maybe if you, uh, just went into the stall....”

This was a really old fashioned toilet. One stall.  One urinal. One sink. And a lock on the door. Only Ben and I didn’t know about the lock. Going into the stall was fine with us, except it was actually too late.  The door opened and another man walked in, saying, “Hey, Jack....” before trailing off with a “What the FUCK!!!” expression on his face.

The first man, Jack, started babbling, “Uh, Sam, uh, look, we weren’t, I, uh, I didn’t, they, uh, they....”

Sam shut him up by stepping all the way in, and carefully locking the door behind him. He had a smug look on his face.  “Yeah, but you would have,” he said as he groped his own crotch.

Sam was an old guy to me at the time, but probably only in his forties. Stocky, bearded, brown hair with flecks of gray, kind of thick built. His cock was the same way. I could see because he was getting right down to business, no need for me to offer us up on the molestation altar, since Sam was hauling out a fine piece of meat. Not that I was a real man dick connoisseur at the time, since my experience up to that point was Mark’s five inches, Tom’s almost seven, and Preacher Bob’s uncut seven and a half. Sam was a bit longer than that, ropy veins and he started oozing precum right away.

It was Jack’s turn for a dropped mouth. “Wha...what....”

“Fuck, Jack, you’re in a toilet with two little boys with hardons, and you’re stiff, too.  What the fuck do you think is going on?”

“But they’re kids!”

“Yeah, kid sluts.”

“But....”

“Jesus, fuck, asshole. You think if these two weren’t sluts they wouldn’t have screamed the place down before I walked in?”

“Well....” And then Jack gave up.  He was a skinny nerd type guy with glasses, frizzy blond hair, blue eyes. And when he dropped trou, he displayed a longer, thinner dick than his friend.

“Why don’t you two get naked?” Sam said.

That was fine by me.  Ben, too.  As we stripped I explained again that Ben was a man virgin.  “He likes suckin’ me, ‘n me fuckin’ him, but he’s never had a man before.”

Both of them just whispered “holy shit” at the same time.

I figured for sure we were both going to get fucked, so I asked Jack if he wanted to fuck my five year old brother’s boy pussy. Sam started to look a little pissed but I told him he could fuck me, and that Tom said I had a real talented boy cunt.

Sam was still looking like he’d really prefer cherry younger cunt, which I was not surprised at since Tom and Preacher Bob had explained what a valuable commodity five year old boy pussy was.  But Ben and I were really in control, because we were far enough way from them that one of us could scream the fucking walls down before we could both be silenced. So I sealed the deal by saying, “Or we could just leave.”

That got me a couple of “fuck, no!” and “fuck, that’s fine!” responses.

This also wasn’t going to be a nice long fuck like Preacher Bob liked when he sneaked me into his cabin. Tom had made it clear that when you were sexing in toilets you needed to be fast in case someone walked in on you, though the risk was part of the fun. And here we were in a locked library toilet, two men with hardons, two eager little boys.  I hoped no one really needed to piss or shit.

Sam reached into his pocket, pulled out some packets of lube. At Jack’s look, Sam smirked and said, “Fuck, man, I knew I was going to get in some ass today.”

Ben was already on all fours, just like I taught him. Jack dropped to his knees and leaned forward. I broke open the packet, smeared lube on his long thin dick, smeared more inside my brother’s almost virgin cunt with two skinny fingers.

I’d sort of told him that the first time you got a man’s dick in your ass, which is what turned it into a real boy cunt since boy dicks didn’t count, it was going to hurt. Especially if the man was in a hurry because he didn’t want to get caught.

Like Tom and my cunt.  He’d eaten my pussy out, and had me slime up two of his fingers, and kind of shoved them in and out of my asshole a couple of times, lined his cock up, clamped his hand around my mouth and shoved all the fucking way in. He never said it was going to hurt that much.  So much that I screamed through his muffling hand and tried to fight him off, but I was too small, he was too big, and his cock was all the way in my new born cunt. He did hold still, not long enough to get used to the pain, to the meat filling my hole, but at least a little. And then, still holding tight to my mouth he began fucking my nine year old pussy deep and hard, ignoring the struggles that got lesser and lesser, ignoring the howls that faded into whimpers faded into tears.

We were in the showers. It wasn’t all that late at night. No locks on the doors.  So my first fuck was a fast one, the college senior’s not-yet-pastoral cock ramming in and out until he finally grunted, “Fuck you, you little slut pussy whore!” and then I could feel his cock pulsing and splashes of hot man juices against the walls of my cunt.

He pulled his cock out and made me clean the blood and slime and cum off. He had me squat on the tile floor and strain until all the juices up inside me squirted out onto his palm, and then I had to lick it clean. After that he knelt down and sucked my painfully hard wiener and balls into his mouth and gave me two quick dry cums in a row. A quick shower to wash off the sex smells, and then with our camp shorts on, and flip-flops, and carrying our damp towels, we walked back to Cabin 3 all proper, as if my cunt wasn’t in agony, despite my cums.

So maybe I should have warned Ben more. Made this Jack guy ease into his virgin cunt.  But shit, nobody made my first fuck easy, and look how much I turned out enjoying it.

I was tempted to keep my mouth shut, so Ben could open his and scream the fuck out, but that would have got us caught.  So I told Ben that part of a boy’s first fuck was that the man liked to have his hand over the kid’s mouth.  Jack was kind of slow, but Sam picked up on that real quick. He dropped on his knees in front of Ben, whose eyes widened at the close up view of that big piece of meat, and though it was kind of awkward he got an equally big hand over Ben’s mouth. He nodded at Jack, and well, Jack gave this kind of hesitant little push, Sam gave him a “fuck the shit out of the boy” pissed off look, and Jack did.

That skinny nerd dick slammed all the way up inside Ben’s new pussy, and my baby brother began screaming his head off and fighting to get the cock out of his cunt. He succeeded for a moment on Jack’s first back stroke, but by then, Jack was caught up in his fuck, so he grabbed my little brother’s struggling hips, held them tight and shoved his meat deep again.

And Tom was the same way.  He told me later that same day, after he’d gotten his cock into my hurting pussy in the counselor’s office, that when he was seven he was the camp pussy, too.  And Preacher Bob, who was only seventeen at the time, pissed in the jock he was wearing, getting it all wet and smelly, took it off and then shoved it in Tom’s mouth, and told him he’d get a real ass whipping if he spit it out.  After that, Preacher Bob held skinny little Tom down while Preacher Dan, Preacher Bob’s daddy and the founder of the church and the Bible camp, got his fat uncut dick slimed up in his son’s mouth, and then he dropped some spit on Tom’s tiny hole and shoved it in all at once.

Only Jack didn’t last as long as Preacher Dan.  He pounded little Ben’s pussy just a couple of strokes and then buried his meat all the way and grunted his cum. Almost immediately he yanked his cock out and I could see deep in my little brother’s cunt for a second. Sam took his hand away.  Ben gulped.

Sam’s voice was deep as he said to Ben, “When a boy has had his pussy fucked, he cleans off the man’s cock.”  The tone said Ben wouldn’t like what would happen if he disobeyed. Not that we hadn’t been spanked by our daddy if we were bad, but Sam looked like he could be real rough.

Tears starting to dry up, Ben struggled out from between Jack’s legs, where he was sitting back, turned around and dutifully began licking and slurping on Jack’s really messy, dirty meat. Sam must have fucked little boys before, since he made Ben do just what I had to do for Tom, though Tom’s prick wasn’t as slimed up as Jack’s.

He’d didn’t get very far, though, before Jack pulled back, twisted, and got up.  He started shoving his dick back inside and getting dressed.  “Uh, look, uh, well, thanks, but I, uh, I gotta go.” And he was over to the door, had it unlocked, and was gone before any of us could really move.

Sam just stroked his meat.  “How long you boys have?”

I looked at my very cheap watch.  “Daddy had some things to do.  So ‘bout two hours.”

“This is getting a little too dangerous here.  How about we go over to my place and you boys can get some more dicks.”

Ben didn’t look too happy with that idea, but I hadn’t had cock in my cunt yet.  And he said “dicks,” like maybe more than just him.

“Okay,” I said.

Sam smiled, reached over and behind Ben, and eased his thumb into my brother’s pussy. It was wet and slimy when he drew it out, and Ben’s jaw dropped when Sam put his thumb in his own mouth and sucked it clean.  He gave us a wicked grin.  “Let’s move it, guys, before we get caught.”

We got dressed real quick.  Ben and I went out first, and walked a little way away from the restroom door.  Ben whined about how he didn’t want to go, reaching back inside his shorts and feeling his bruised pussy. I reminded him how we always took turns, and I hadn’t had my turn.  And I reassured him that nothing would be done to him that he didn’t want.

Same lie that Tom told me to get me into the counselor’s office for my second fuck. He made sure I understood that even if my big head was saying it didn’t want any more, my cock and my cunt were really eager, and fucked me anyway.

We could have gone somewhere else in the library, and Sam couldn’t have done anything. Like, what, grab us by the arms and haul us out while we screamed, “Pedo! Pedo! Pedo!” or something?  But I wanted some man dick.

Sam didn’t wait too long.  He had a kind of relieved look when he saw us.  He nodded and then just headed on out.  We followed.  He had a fucking Caddy, all black and shiny and smelling like leather inside.  It was parked by a pay phone. We both got in the front seat, me nearest the door.  Before he got in, Sam dropped a coin in and dialed.

“Bless me, father, for I have sinned!” he said with a laugh when someone answered. 

A pause.  “Over at the library.”

“No, no, I shit you not. Kind of a, uh, nine to five thing.”

A brief pause.

“Yeah, I’m headin’ back to my place. Oh, hey, you wanna call George and Pete and see if they want to come over for a beer later?”

He nodded, and hung up.  Got in the car.  It was about a fifteen minute drive, and Sam’s right hand was fondling one or the other of our stiff dickies all the way.  He had kind of a nice house, one story, not real big. A car out front, almost blocking the driveway entrance.  Sam parked in the garage and the door shut automatically behind us.  The door let us into the kitchen.

Sam told us to get naked and just leave our clothes. That was fine by me, but Ben was being a little bitch.  He shook his head.  So Sam dropped to one knee, grabbed his shoulders and shook him.  Just a little.  “Ger explained what happens when a boy gets a man’s dick up his ass, didn’t he?”

Ben looked confused, and then remembered.  He nodded.

“Tell me.”

“Uh, that makes, uh, his poo-poo hole a pussy.”

“And what does that make the boy?”

“A, uh, pussy boy?”

Sam’s left hand stroked down Ben’s side, moved between his legs and squeezed, just a little.  Ben gave a kind of grunt.  “And when a man tells a pussy boy what to do, do you know what a pussy boy does?”

There was another squeeze and Ben gasped.  Just a little.  Sometimes Preacher Bob would do that.  Hurt my dickie a little.  I liked it.

“Wh...whatever the man says?”

“Very good, pussy boy.”  Sam’s left hand was fondling now and Ben was glazing just a little as the good feelings in his dickie overcame the still hurting in his cunt.

Sam let go of Ben’s crotch, and quickly stripped my five year old brother.  He stood up, paused, and then with a muttered “what the fuck,” stripped all the way down himself. His jeans had a wet spot on them, and his pee hole was leaking slop steadily.

“C’mon, boys, there’s someone I want you to meet.”

Hot damn!  More man dick!

He guided us into the living room, making us enter ahead of him.  The drapes were drawn over the big picture window, but the lights were on.

And there was an old man sitting on the couch. I mean a really old man.  Like seventy. A white man, naked, not as skinny as Jack, his skin all wrinkly and saggy, and a belly, and white hairs around his dick.  Which was standing all tall, and his big balls were flopping down on the seat.  He was almost as big as Sam!

“This is Father David, boys.  He’s the priest at my church.”

Oh, wow.  I hadn’t had any idea that priests liked little boys, too.  I thought that was just Baptists, like Preacher Bob and Preacher Dan.

“Why don’t you go on over and suck on Father David, Ben?  He likes little boys to put their mouths on his old man meat.”

“Is his dickie clean?”  Ben sounded a little reluctant.

He’d have to get the fuck over that.

Sam just shoved him, and my little brother stumbled, caught himself and walked naked over to the old man.  His dickie was still hard, too.  We watched as he stood between the priest’s knobby knees, and leaned over to tentatively lick the dripping purplish knob.  The old man caressed the five year old’s head.

“I bet you’re a really good cocksucker, right?”

Bobby nodded vigorously.  “Un-hah.”

Holding the back of Ben’s head, the old priest guided his head down, his other hand holding his dick in place. He moaned when Ben’s lips went over the knob and then started down the shaft.  “I have a brother named Ben, too,” the old man said.  “He’s a lot younger than me. I’ve always wanted to have my cock buried in his throat, and up his cunt.  So you can be my brother today, little one.”

The priest held Ben’s head firmly in place with both wrinkled, hairy-fingered hands. His hips started moving up and down, fucking my baby brother’s face, making him choke, but still going on with the fuck.

Sam had knelt beside me, started playing with my hardon.  “You know he’s gonna get fucked again, don’t you?”

I just nodded.

“You okay with that?”  I sort of smiled that he was asking me and not Ben.  

I nodded again.  “As long as I get man dick cumming in my cunt.”

“I haven’t had any five year old pussy in a long time, Ger, so I’m gonna give you a nice fuck and take the edge off.  That way I can last longer in your baby brother’s cunt.”

And that’s what he started doing.  He had me bend over the couch, right next to the old man, where I could kind of twist my head and watch my brother getting his five year old face fucked. That made my dickie even harder, seeing that long fat old man’s dick going in and out of his mouth, drool all over his lips, snot running from his nose, his eyes all scrunched up.

Sam ate out my cunt for a little while, dropped some spit on his meat, and right after I felt his knob nudging my cunt lips he just shoved the fuck in.

I howled.

The old man laughed and told Sam, “Fuck the little slut, Sam.  Fuck his cunt hard,” and went right on fucking my brother’s mouth.

Sam must have liked the idea because that’s what he did.  Just started fucking me.  Christ, it hurt, but then all of a sudden it didn’t. I started squeezing and releasing my pussy muscles like Tom and Preacher Bob had taught me, and Sam groaned.  Men like it when their pussy boy has a talented cunt.

“Well, fuck me raw!” a voice blurted out.

A new voice.

“Not a chance, you slut.  Not with boy pussy available.”

Another new voice.

Men’s voices.

Hot fucking damn.

The mouth and pussy fucking paused.  The two men, naked men, came up to the couch, one next to me and Sam, one next to Father David and Ben.  The one next to me was short, stocky, hairy, going bald, unshaven, with about a five inch fat fucking dick sticking out and kind of up from really thick dark brown pubes.  

“I’m George,” he said, in a deep voice.  “The slut over there is Petey.”

“Peter, you cunt,” the other man responded.  He was a little taller than George, blond, blue-eyed, slender, sleek, elegant, carefully groomed despite being naked.  If I’d known the words back then I would have said he was a screaming queen. He also had the longest dick I’d ever seen.  And the thinnest.  Even thinner than Jack’s.

Peter grinned, stroked his meat outward and flicked a large drop of precum on Ben’s head, and said, “Bless me, father, because I’m going to sin and sin well.”  The men laughed.

“The little one’s been fucked, right?”

Sam and I said, “Yeah,” at the same time.  But I went on.  “Only you don’t get to dick his cunt, unless I get dicked, too.”

Peter’s eyes widened.  “Oh, dear,” he said in the very effeminate tones Terry, one of the camp counselors, had always used, “you mean the price for fucking delectable five year old boy pussy, is having to fuck nine year old brother cunt, too?  However will I manage?”

“Well, if you’re not sure you can cum twice quick, then you fuck me.”

The men all got a chuckle over a skinny nine year old boy with a huge cock buried in his cunt, handing out orders about who was going to get fucked.

I laughed with them.  And then said, “Or Sam could just take us back to the library.”

Real silence then.

True, we were two little boys who had no idea where the fuck they were, other than it took us fifteen minutes of driving to get here.  True, we sure the fuck couldn’t prevent any of them from doing anything they wanted, but I’d already figured out that we weren’t in any real danger from any of them.  True most of all was that all one or both of us had to do was claim we were molested, and all of them were fucked.  Tommy taught me well.

“Or....” I said, dragging the word out.

It was Sam’s turn to laugh...and to twist my right tit, hurting me so that I understood that I wasn’t completely in charge.

Just mostly so.  After I kind of whimpered, I coughed to clear my throat, and told them, “Or, you could do what we want and then we can do this again some other time.”

There was general agreement among the men.  I smiled brightly.

And then Ben nearly fucked it all up, when Peter said, “So I get to be the second man in your little pussy, Ben?” and Ben the shithead said, “I don’t wanna.”

More silence.  And Ben had his best damned “ain’t gonna do it no fucking way” look on his face. He looked at me accusingly.  “You said I wouldn’t have to do anything I didn’t wanna do.”

That got me a bunch of what kind of a stupid fuck boy pimp are you anyway looks.  But Tommy and Preacher Bob had taught me really well.

I squeezed my cunt muscles and Sam kind of moaned.  “See, Ben, little boys, especially five year olds, don’t always know what they really want.  But men do.  They know better than us. And Peter here, ‘n George, and Sam ‘n Father David, they know that deep down you really, really want to suck all their juices out of their cocks, and have them pump your pussy full of those juices, too. And they really, really, really wanna do that, too.”

“But....”

“Or sometimes men just spank your little butt really hard before fucking it.”

Ben looked up at all the men, who gave him stern, baby boy spanking, baby boy butt fucking looks.  Ben caved.

“O...okay.”

With that, we shifted into position.  Sam and I knee-walked back a little so George could get on the couch and I could get mouth fucked while I got cunt fucked.  I’d only done that once at camp but I sure the fuck liked it.

After that, the four men molested us over and over. Father David couldn’t get hard again after cumming twice, but he certainly enjoyed sucking our boy dicks, or eating out the other men while they were using us.  Christ I love getting my boy cunt fucked.  And even Ben wound up enjoying Peter sucking out all the cum that had gone up inside him, while Sam did the same for me.  There might have been another round of boy sexing but I suddenly realized the time and told Sam we had to get back.

So we did.

Except, while we got back to the library early, it was still too late.  Daddy was there.  In the parking lot, just getting out of our beat-up, dirty old Chevy pickup, just when Sam stopped a couple spaces over, turned off the engine, and Ben and I started to get out.  Daddy glanced over at Sam’s fancy Caddy, and then his eyes widened when he saw us. And his mouth dropped open.

Sam and I both said, “Oh, fuck!” at the same time.  I knew why I said, “Oh, fuck!” since there was daddy, watching us get out of a stranger’s car when we were supposed to be safely in the library, reading, playing games, being good, until daddy finished his errands and came back for us. So why was Sam saying, “Oh, fuck!” He didn’t know that was our daddy.

Except, well, he did and he didn’t.  As it turned out.

We just stood there staring at each other for a second.  Daddy closed his mouth, and gulped, and got this funny look on his face before he covered it over with his pissed off with his bad sons daddy look. He rubbed one rough, callused hand on his bare forearm, as if he was nervous.  

Daddy was wearing his faded blue paid shirt, with the sleeves rolled up past his elbows. He’d forgotten to put on a tee shirt that morning and we’d teased him about it on the drive to the library. He had on his old faded jeans with the torn right knee, his big black belt, and dirty, scuffed up boots.  The laces were undone on the left one.  And I suddenly realized...daddy had a bulge!

Just like Sam and Jack and Father David and George and Pete, the men who’d sexed us today. So, okay, I knew daddy had a dick, and I’d seen him naked, and knew it was long and thick and uncut, and he was really hairy down there, but daddies didn’t do kid sex stuff.  Or man sex stuff.

Except...daddy did.

“The guy with his mouth open your dad?” Sam asked.

“I, uh, yeah, uh, look, Ben and me better....”

“No problems, kiddo.  No fucking problems at all,” Sam replied and before I could move he grabbed my hand, told me to grab Ben’s and started walking us over to dad.

Dad just stood there, his back to the driver’s door, watching us approach, his eyes darting back and forth. He licked his lips.

“Sam,” Sam said, and stuck out his hand when he stopped in front of daddy.  Kind of close, too.

Daddy looked like there was something wrong, like Sam’s hand was a snake that was gonna bite him.  And it sort of, kind of was.  But daddy said “B...Bob” and shook Sam’s hand and let it go real quick.

“Glad to finally know your name, Bobby.”

Whoa.  Nobody ever called my daddy “Bobby.” That really pissed him off, so I expected him to...whoa, again.  “Finally?”

I didn’t realize I’d said it out loud until I saw daddy wince, and look away.

Sam chuckled.  It was kind of a mean sound, though.  “Oh, Bobby here, he and I know each other real well.  Just not names before.  Say, Ger, did you know your daddy’s a pussy, just like you?”

I guess I went just as white and pale as daddy did right then.  I figured I was dead.  Daddy was going to beat the crap out of me for being a pussy boy who liked having men molest him. Only, the “just like” hit both of us at the same time.  We both looked up at Sam.

Sam who was in control of this and thoroughly enjoying it.  “See, Ger, first time I met your daddy in the park toilet, he was on his knees sucking off this big old black guy, and didn’t even stop when I came in. Just motioned me over and got my cock out and played with it while he went on sucking.  Wasn’t the first time your daddy gave a blowjob, kid, not with the way he deep throated both of us and swallowed all our cum. But, see, what Bobby really likes, I mean, really, really, really likes, is to have cock in his cunt, fucking him hard. Lots of cock. One right after the other.  Right, Bobby?”

Daddy was flushed now. The silence stretched out until another, sterner, “Right, Bobby?” from Sam made daddy nod.

“So, Bobby, I guess you didn’t know that Ger, here, and little Ben, are both pussy boys, too?  Huh?  Looks like cum doesn’t fall far from the cock.”

“What the fuck!”  Daddy started to say, looking really angry all of a sudden, but Sam cut him off.

“Shut the fuck up, Bobby.”

Daddy did.

“Now listen, and learn.  Little Ger here, well, he was the official pussy boy of that Bible camp you sent him to. He started sucking college cock the second day he got there and after a few days he got his cherry busted and the counselor was sharing him around, getting his holes used by all the men there, including Preacher Bob.”

Daddy looked at me. It was a look I was real familiar with. Just not from daddy ever before.  The look of a man who wanted into my cunt.

Daddy’s attention was jerked away when Sam went on.  “You remember Jack?  Oh, well, you probably don’t know his name.  Skinny guy, glasses, skinny dick?  He was fucking your mouth that time in the bushes, while I was fucking your cunt and another guy was watching and jacking?”

Daddy nodded.

“Well, Jack fucked baby Ben here a while ago, up in the library toilet.  Got his cherry pussy. Well, at least as far as man dick goes.  Ger’s been molesting his little bro since he got back from camp and taught him everything he’d learned.”

Sam tousled Ben’s hair.  “Little one didn’t like that first fuck too much, did ya, kiddo?”

Ben shook his head.  “But he likes drinking man milk, and he kind of enjoyed his third pussy fuck.  Right, boy?”

Ben nodded this time.  Sam’s voice was smug. “That was my fuck.”

Daddy looked down at baby Ben, how tiny he was, looked at Sam’s crotch, at the dick bulge daddy obviously knew really well.  “You had that in my baby boy’s pussy?”

“Fuck, yeah, man.  Balls deep.”

Daddy moaned and grabbed his crotch.

“Ben, you wanna drink your daddy’s hot milk?”

The little slut said “yeah.”  Well, so would I, if I’d been asked.  I planned on volunteering.

“Tell your daddy, Ger.  How many today?”

I proudly reported that I’d had two cum loads in my mouth, and three in my cunt, since Father David could only cum twice, and he used Ben’s holes.  But that was okay. He promised me a really good cunt fucking the next time.

Sam asked daddy, “How many for you, Bobby?”

Daddy got bright red and kind of muttered, “Uh, well, I sucked three dicks and four guys, uh, fucked me.”

Sam’s smile was really wicked when he told daddy to face the truck, pull his jeans down and bend over. Daddy started to object, but Sam just said, “Jesus, fuck, Bobby, you’re an exhibitionist slut, and you know you’re gonna do what I say, so just the fuck do it.

Daddy did.  He wasn’t wearing undies, either! And he had a really hairy, pale white ass. “Go ahead, boys, play with daddy’s pussy.”

Ben hung back, but not me.  I moved in close, leaned over, spread his cheeks like Preacher Bob had taught me, and inhaled the smells of a sweaty, raunchy man who’s been fucked four times out in the woods on a hot summer day. I licked my daddy’s cunt, making him whimper, and slurped my tongue around, digging out some of the slime and cum. 

I put my hands between my daddy’s legs.  He was hard!  I couldn’t believe I was eating my dad’s cunt and jacking his dick in the fucking library parking lot!  But I was a slut pussy boy so I was doing it and loving it.

“Suck your daddy, Ger, swallow the dick that made you, and let your baby bro have a chance at daddy’s cunt.”

“Look, man,” daddy said, his voice strained with the son-sex he was getting but still, this was a really public place and way the fuck out in the open, “uh, let’s just, uh, go back to my place, or....”

“Bobby, you’re a fucking exhibitionist slut. Your oldest is the same way, and your youngest is on his way. Just do the fuck what you’re told.”

Daddy did.  We all did.

Daddy opened the driver’s door and kind of leaned forward a bit, holding on.  I guess he thought that would sort of hide him, hide us.  But not really.  I got in front of daddy on my knees and swallowed his raunchy, dirty meat all the way down, only partially envying my five year old brother sucking our daddy’s used pussy.

Daddy was clearly a good pussy since he knew how it was done.  When you’re in public, you get off as fast as possible. It probably wasn’t more than a minute before he was pumping thick globs of cum into my mouth, just a few shots that I loved, and then he stood there, both hands resting on the top of the door, my mouth on his softening cock, Ben still with his face buried between daddy’s really hairy cheeks.

That’s when Sam pissed on us. Bitter yellow hot piss.  I know because I was so surprised at the liquid hitting me that I let go of daddy’s dick, turned my head, and stupidly opened my mouth, to object, ask a question, whatever, and got a mouthful and a look that told me I’d better fucking swallow, as Sam continued wetting down the three of us.  When he was done, we were a smelly mess.

Sam shook his meat, put it back inside his pants. Kind of shaking, daddy pulled his jeans back up.  By a fucking miracle, no one had noticed us. Or if they had, they’d stayed in their car to jack and enjoy.  Daddy really didn’t want to give Sam our phone number, but Sam got it anyway.  For when he wanted to use one of us. Then he went back to his car and drove off.

We stood there for a bit, inhaling the sex, cum and piss smells around us, especially the smells coming off our clothes and the wet asphalt.  Daddy sighed.  “Get in, guys.”

Ben scrambled up and across the bench seat to ride shotgun. I got in the middle. Daddy got in, turned the engine on, and then rested his forehead against his hands at the top of the steering wheel. He sighed again, straightened up, put it in gear, began to drive.

He was silent until we were out of town, on the country highway leading back toward our place.  “You really what Sam said, son?  A pussy boy?”

I heard the disbelief, despite having just gotten a blowjob from his oldest son, and a little bit of hope.  “Oh, yes, daddy.  I’m a pussy boy.  A good fucking pussy boy.”

“That’s good, son, that’s good.”

He reached inside my shorts and played with my stiffie all the way home.  Then daddy fucked both of our pussy boy cunts.


    

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