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SPECIAL NOTE TO JOEY: If you haven't read the thank-you to Joey in Part 1, you ought to. This pervy long story (90 pages in six parts...so far!) wouldn't have happened without Joey's newly pervalicious mind. Thanks, guy.
And you really, really, really ought to read Parts 1 and 2 first...this will make a lot more sense.
This Trinity Protects And Serves
Part 3. Sammy's New Pedotrician (Checking His Credentials)
My Humpty fucking Dumpty word of the month. It means what I want it to mean, and I'm damned sure any pedo perv will catch on real quick.
His name's Trey. Dr. Trey. Just that. No idea if that's a first or last name. John recommended him. True, John had busted his own little Davey's cherry when the kid was nine months old, starting him on the road to the cum dump boy slut that he is only six months later. But even though Sammy is big for his age, like six or seven months development compressed into three, John was a little nervous about going much beyond what we'd already done with him.
What had happened in the couple of weeks since I earned my man cunt, and fucked Davey, and sucked John while he fingered little Sammy's bottom hole, had been pretty damned hot. I guess my previously unknown pedo gene was dominant or something, because baby Sammy was taking just fine to everything.
He loved it when one of us would drink his piss, gurgling and cooing while we swallowed it down. His dad. John. Little Davey. Little Davey's granddads. Oh, yeah, we were all playing. He was starting to love piss, too. He definitely liked the taste of Davey. Christ, such a hot fucking scene watching an almost sixteen-month old baby boy with his little cocklet in the mouth of my three month old, pissing away, while the boy gulped and gurgled and a lot spilled out and a lot got swallowed, and his tiny dickie got so stiff. And if he was wet with piss we could pass him around and lick it off of him. He wasn't as happy about adult piss, it's much stronger, but he was learning. He couldn't be the kind of kid cunt I wanted, fuck, needed him to be, without the right training. Sometimes we'd piss in his bottle and give it to him; sometimes when he was naked in a big plastic container and we'd piss on him, one of us would stick a finger in our hot steamy piss as it rained down on him, and then when it was all wet, put it in little Sammy's mouth to suck clean.
I guess my pedo gene was next door neighbor to a water sports gene.
Harry doesn't have much of the latter gene, I guess. But when he walked in on the start of a piss scene with little Davey and Sammy and John and me and got turned on and wanted to join...well, I remembered what I'd had to do to earn a fuck in Davey's boy cunt. I figured it applied here. Especially since Harry made no bones about how much he disliked cops in general and what a fucking turn on it was for him to breed my pussy before I got my second fuck into Davey. It was a hard fuck, nothing I couldn't handle, but it, well, pissed me off, or his attitude did...he was still pretty much the arrogant prick John had described to me from the first grandson fuck in the park toilet.
I had my meat out, but hadn't started pissing yet. John had just started when Harry arrived and I could see how much the thought of pissing such a young boy turned Harry on. But when he unzipped and hauled his half-hard dong out, and started to aim, I just said, "Whoa, Harry. Aren't you forgetting something?"
His "what?" was kind of snappish and annoyed.
I just grinned back. "John, here, is almost pissed out, Harry, so I guess it'll have to be mine."
He still wasn't quite catching it. "What the fuck...." And then he did. And he fucking didn't like it. But he knew what he had to do. Quid pro pissing quo. "Okay, okay."
He started to lean over, like he was going to take my meat in his mouth, but I stopped him. "You want to piss on my baby boy, don't you, Harry? Soak his diaper, drench his skin? And have him drink yours?"
He nodded. "Well, fuck, Harry, then we're gonna have to do this right. On your knees."
He gave me a half-hearted glare. "What about him?" He tilted his head towards his son. "He do this, too?"
Cops are good liars. We have to be. So I said "yes," and John smiled as he finished the last of his piss and shook the final drops off onto my little boy. The wink that Harry didn't see also said he'd do it later. Which naturally meant I was going to be drinking his piss, too. Fair's fair and all that crap. But considering how much I'd enjoyed that first taste of my own baby's piss, I figured I'd just swallow and bear it.
Harry started to unbutton his shirt, but I stopped him again. "Nope, Harry. Sammy's got clothes on..." a diaper "so you keep yours on as well. Now, I have to take a wicked piss and I want to get going."
Harry dropped to his knees on the bathroom floorówe'd been pissing Sammy in the large sinkóand leaned forward to take the head and a tiny bit of shaft into his mouth. I put my hands on the back of his head and pulled him forward so he had all of my prick in his mouth. Since I'm not that big he was able to take it. I relaxed my muscles and the piss burst out, flowing down his throat, bulging his cheeks as he desperately swallowed. Goddamn! It wasn't as fucking hot as I knew it would be when I could do this down my young son's throat, but it was still damned hot. But there was more to be done, and fortunately, a lot more to do it with.
Hot, bright yellow piss was drooling out Harry's mouth and down on his shirt as he tried unsuccessfully to get it all. And then I eased my still spewing cock out of his mouth and used his face and chest and fucking hard meat sticking out of his slacks as my urinal. I finished off by tilting his wet pissy face up, and shoving my meat past his unresisting lips so he could have the pleasure of the last few swallows.
Still not quite enough payback. So I held his head tight and fucked his mouth, getting hard in no time at all, and then quickly spewed my spooge. That he had no trouble with. Yeah, I knew the payback would have payback, but cops can take it. I'd also get off on it.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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