Date: Sun, 24 Apr 2022 19:46:53 +0000 From: Interrobangbang Subject: Let's Make a Dope Deal Nifty keeps you cumming day in and day out. So, if you're able, please consider making a donation to keep all this amazing content free. I'm always eager to receive feedback, and respond to all emails. So, feel free to contact me at Interrobangbang@protonmail.com if you liked the story, or just to say hello. Disclaimer: This is a fictional story about intergenerational sex. If such things offend you, or if you're not allowed to look at it in your area, please look away. For all others, please enjoy! (Bisexual, adult-youth, incest, M/M/g) Let's Make a Dope Deal By Interrobang --- I hate drug dealers. I live in a state now where pot is legal, thank Christ, but before that it was such a pain in the ass every time I needed to buy weed. Their time is their own, so they're always sleeping during the day, or else out disc golfing halfway across the state, or some other such nonsense that makes them impossible to pin down. Then, when you go over to their place to actually buy, it's always dark and kinda grimy, with pot crumbs sprinkled over every flat surface, five dogs with no boundaries wandering around, or else a pet bird squawking away in the back. Then, of course, there's always the ritual of hanging out for the next 20 minutes or whatever to smoke out and pretend we're friends, when really I'm just counting down the minutes till I can get the fuck out of there without seeming like an asshole. It's exhausting, and not a month goes by that I'm not thrilled to be able to just walk in to any number of pot shops and stock up without the added hassle of drug dealer bullshittery. Of all the drug dealers I've known in my life, Griffin was by far my favorite, though it had little to do with him personally. Griffin was actually his last name, but I guess he didn't much care for the name Dan, so he always went by just Griffin. He was white, about 5'9", with a thin build, fairly toned. He had short, brown hair, but had recently bleached it blond. He was allergic to sleeves, most often wearing just a white wife-beater, usually paired with gray sweatpants. He was only 24, and he was a drug dealer, so I guess he could be forgiven for trying to rock the early-2000s Eminem look, albeit about a decade too late. If I'm honest, he kinda pulled it off; he was not bad to look at. I, on the other hand, was a very handsome, 27-year-old, light-skinned black man, 5'11", 195 lbs. I had a medium build, solid without being overly muscly. I worked in an office with stodgy, professional types, so I kept my hair closely shaved. My name is Darius. I identify as bisexual, but it's really only a very particular type of lady who manages to stir my loins. Otherwise, most of my relations have been with men, or boys when I was much younger. Griffin was not cool by any stretch. In fact, he was just as much a shit bag as any of the other dealers I'd had over the years. His living room set up was kind of ridiculous. Most of the space was taken up by an enormously oversized three-cushion sofa, with recliners on both ends. He had two good-sized TVs in his living room, side by side so that he could watch one and play video games on the other. His speaker setup allowed him to switch back and forth between the two audio sources, or play both at once. As a result, nearly the entire surface of his too-small coffee table was covered in pot crumbs, some scattered marijuana paraphernalia, and about a dozen assorted electronics controllers. As ridiculous as his living room setup was, the weirdest part was that while one TV was usually on whatever video game he was playing, or sometimes a football or basketball game, the other TV was 100% of all the time showing pornography. Nothing out of the ordinary; just standard straight porn. But, he had his computer connected to the TV, and it was just always streaming porn, night or day, every time I went over there. At first, it felt pretty uncomfortable, but he was never like jerking off or anything. He never even popped a boner, which would be noticeable since he usually wore sweatpants. He just seemed to really like watching porn. So, I'd go over there and make my purchase. Then, we would sit on the couch passing a fat J back and forth while he played video games, and I just sat there splitting my attention between the game on one screen, and two or three people fucking on the other. After a while, it didn't even faze me anymore. Fast-forward several months, and I'm getting ready to head to the beach with some buds for a few days, and I realize too late that I don't have enough weed to last the long weekend. So, it's already after 9pm, but I hit up Griffin, and magically he's actually home and gives me the OK to come by to stock up. I'd worked out earlier, and was in for the evening just packing for the trip, so I was wearing just a pair of blue track pants and nothing else. I didn't want to bother putting on proper clothes—hell, Griffin was most likely in his standard uniform of a wife-beater and sweats, anyway—so, I just put on some flip-flops and a dark green hooded jacket, and headed over. Griffin lives a ways away, and I had to hit up the ATM along the way, so it's almost 10pm by the time I get there. But, true to form, when I show up Griffin's sitting there on couch in his gray sweats and white wife-beater, chilling out, and playing video games while some Asian girl (who must be over 18, but sure doesn't look it) gets spit-roasted by a couple of hot white dudes on the other TV. My stuff is already bagged and sitting there on the coffee table, so I plunk down the cash I'd withdrawn and stuff the weed into my pocket. "Hey, why don't you roll up a doobie and hang out for a bit?" he says, pointing to the rolling papers and grinder filled with flower sitting on the coffee table among the myriad remotes. Sighing internally, I resigned myself to being here for a while, and set about rolling a joint for us. We sat there smoking and bullshitting for a couple minutes as he played some shooter game on Xbox, while a new video of the same Asian girl (god, she looked young!) got plowed from behind by a much older man played on the screen next to it. Even though I still had more packing to do, I was now starting to feel the buzz, so I didn't care all that much at the moment. Suddenly, I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye, and looked over and was completely shocked to see a little girl emerging from the hallway leading to the bedrooms! She looked like she was about 7 years old, with long, light-brown hair, and was wearing as a nightshirt that I guessed to be one of Griffin's sleeveless t-shirts that went down to her knees. "Daddy, I can't sleep," the girl said, rubbing her eyes as they adjusted to the relative brightness of the dual TV screens. "Oh, I'm sorry, Baby Girl. Do you wanna sit with Daddy for a while?" Griffin asked. "Yeah," the girl said as she climbed up onto his lap and leaned back, while his arms went around her and rejoined to hold the game controller again. This was wild! I had no idea this dude even had a kid, let alone a 7 year-old?! I would later find out that Griffin had a sexual relationship with one of his teachers in high school, and ended up knocking her up when he was 16. They kept it real quiet, and she pretended the father just wasn't in the picture, so there was no scandal or anything. When he moved out at 18, they began sharing informal custody, even though they weren't together at that point. I suddenly became really paranoid about the porn on the screen with a little girl in the room, but Griffin didn't seem much fussed about it. "Baby Girl, this is my friend, Darius. Darius, this my daughter, Melissa." said Griffin, nonchalantly. "Can you say hi to Darius, Baby Girl?" "Hi Darris," she said, politely. "Hi Melissa," I said, still somewhat stunned, and not bothering to correct her mispronunciation. "You wanna watch some Dora, Baby?" Griffin asked her. "Yeah," she replied, meekly. "Ok," Griffin said, closing his game and loading up an episode of Dora the Explorer from his Xbox's hard drive. He indicated for me to pass the joint that I'd forgotten was still lit and sitting uselessly between my fingers. I took another deep drag to help calm my nerves, and then passed it to him to finish off. Not content with the roach, he reached over and took a big hit off the pipe that was sitting next to him on the side table. He then put the pipe back and again wrapped his arms around his daughter, embracing her affectionately as he leaned his head back to relax. Now well and truly blazed, I too leaned my head back. Previously distracted by the video game, I now let my attention drift more steadily to the screen nearer me, where another girl of dubious adulthood sucked on the cock of a boy of equally suspicious youth, while a man who looked like he could be the boy's father ate out the girl's pussy. Unthinking, I let my hand drift to my dick, but stopped myself before I got a boner, remembering where I was. I looked over to see if Griffin noticed me groping myself. I only had a fraction of a second's relief that he hadn't seen me before I realized what I was seeing. While Melissa leaned back against Griffin's chest, one of his hands was rubbing her chest, and the other appeared to be rubbing the girl's crotch through her nightshirt! I watched, transfixed, for several minutes as he continued groping her absentmindedly. Suddenly, he seemed to have a similar realization of his surroundings, and yanked his hand back toward her stomach. He turned to take a side-glance at me to see if I noticed, and then confirmed it by turning his head more to look directly at me. Our eyes met, and he gave a nervous smile, which seemed to be morphing into a look of panic as he took in the shocked look on my face. Griffin looked like he was just about to say something by way of explanation or excuse, when his eyes darted to something else. He looked again at me, and a relieved smile formed as he returned his gaze to what had caught his attention. Looking down in the direction of his gaze, I realized that I had been unconsciously rubbing my own dick, which was now forming an obscene tent in my track pants. We shared one more look of relieved understanding before he returned his attention, and his affection, to his daughter. Griffin continued caressing his daughter's chest with one hand, while his other hand returned to rubbing her little puss more aggressively through the cotton of her nightshirt. I casually fondled my hard penis as I watched Melissa begin to squirm lustfully at her father's touch, which Griffin took as his cue to reach down with both hands and pull her nightshirt up and over her head to reveal a pair of fuchsia colored Dora the Explorer panties. Her sweet little chest was creamy white and featureless, save for the two little pink nipples crying out for attention. Her father's lustful hands had barely begun to resume their ministrations across her body when Melissa spoke up. "Daddy, your shirt's scratchy," she complained. "Oh, I'm sorry, Baby Girl. Do you want Daddy to take it off?" Griffin asked sweetly. "Yeah," she replied meekly. "Ok," Griffin said as he sat up just enough to be able to pull the white wife-beater over his head, tossing it aside before embracing the little girl once again, her bare back now pressed against his smooth, taut chest. The girl began to squirm again, her breathing increasing as Griffin's hand slid under the waist band of her panties. I watched as the cartoon image of Dora emblazoned on the front of the Melissa's panties, undulated and contorted as the concealed fingers beneath explored the depths of the girl's pussy. With one hand I unzipped my hoodie so I could rub my chest and nipples, while my other was now inside my pants jerking my uncommonly hard cock. I watched the scene unfolding before me, transfixed, the potentially underage models fucking onscreen all but forgotten. They were practically geriatric compared to the beautiful 7-year-old cherub being fondled mere feet away from me. "Does that feel nice, Baby Girl?" Griffin asked after a couple minutes as his daughter began to moan in response to his affections. "Yeah," she said again, lost in the pleasure Griffin was providing. "You want Daddy to put his peter inside of you?" he asked. "Yeah," she moaned. "Where do you want it tonight, Baby, in your cunny or in your tushy?" "My cunny," she practically whispered. "You want it in your cunny?" "Yeah." "Ok, Baby," Griffin said before turning to me. "Hey, Darius, can you come over here and help me take my Baby Girl's panties off?" "Oh, hell yeah!" I said, and stood up to go down to their end of the huge couch, my cock tent leading the way. I knelt down in front of where they sat, her legs dangling down between Griffin's own as his hand continued fingering her within the cotton of her panties. I ran my hands up along the perfectly smooth skin of her thighs, then grasped the waistband of her panties, and slowly pulled them down, dislodging them first from between her butt and Griffin's groin, then from over the hump of his hand. Finally, I pulled them down and over her feet, tossing them on the couch next to them. Griffin's hand continued rubbing up and down over her bald little pussy mound, his middle finger tracing her slit and stimulating her little clit, occasionally pausing to dip in and out of the little hole concealed within. The girl moaned again whenever he did this. "Can you spread her legs for me? Just drape them over mine," Griffin requested of me. I was happy to comply, and spread the girl's legs apart, letting them dangle to either side of his own, revealing more of the pink flower between her legs. With her legs spread I could also now see the hard cock sticking up between her legs, concealed beneath the gray sweatpants Griffin wore, a dark spot indicating where his precum had soaked through. "Could you help me with mine, too, Darius?" Griffin asked. "Uh, sure," I said, surprised but not at all dismayed at the opportunity to denude the attractive 23 year-old. I grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants, and pulled them down a bit. Griffin managed to lift his butt up just enough to allow me to tug the waistband out from under him. I lifted the waistband over his hard cock, and pulled them the rest of the way down his legs where they sat in a crumple around his ankles. Griffin's cock was impressive, probably close to 8 inches, and with a distinct curve upward toward his body so that without any manual help it slapped up against the girl's pussy, as if it new exactly where to go. It didn't look like Griffin trimmed his bush at all, but it wasn't overgrown either, the dark brown hair forming a soft mane around his dick. His full balls were mostly hairless, and hung down in a nice round sack beneath his groin. "I think there's some lube in there," Griffin said, indicating with his head the side table next to the couch. I opened it, but didn't see any in the drawer. "Shit, that's right, I'm out," he said, annoyed. "It's ok, I can just use spit." As he removed his hand to spit in his hand, I took the advantage and leaned forward, planting my face in her crotch, my tongue lapping at the the little girl's puss, reveling in the sweet taste of her not-yet-womanhood. "Oh yeah, D, eat that cunny!" Griffin encouraged me, still caressing the smooth skin of her soft chest. As I continued licking the girl's puffy little snatch, I could feel Griffin's cock poking against my neck and chin, smearing precum over my skin as it did. Not wanting to overstay my welcome, and with the girl's puss sufficiently moistened, I withdrew my affections from the girl, and turned them instead to her father. Grabbing his still-hard cock in one hand, I dove down to take as much of his shaft into my mouth as possible. "Oh, dude!" Griffin cried out in pleasant surprise at the unexpected blowjob. I've never been good at deep-throating, but I did my best to go as deep as I could, managing to take about 5 inches into my mouth. I bobbed up and down on his hard cock for another minute, lapping at his shaft as I did to moisten it thoroughly. Finally I pulled off his cock, letting the glistening shaft slap back against the girl's still wet pussy mound. "Dang, bro, I'll take you over lube any day!" Griffin said in appreciation before turning his attention back to his daughter. "Ok, Baby Girl, you ready for daddy's peter?" "Mmmm," the 7-year-old moaned in response. Griffin shot a glance at me, and I immediately understood, reaching out to grab his cock and guide the engorged head to the entrance to the girl's pussy. Holding her puffy lips apart with one hand, I gently pushed down on the head of his cock while Griffin applied the same gentle forward pressure, until his head was fully accepted inside the girl's vagina. I kept my fingers in place, and felt as each additional inch of Griffin's penis slowly slid into the girl's prepubescent womb. Both Griffin and Melissa let out simultaneous moans as the last couple inches of his hard cock slipped into place deep within the girl, father and daughter both enjoying the clearly well-practiced expression of their shared love. As slowly as he entered, Griffin withdrew about half of his 8-inch length before pushing back inside with greater ease. After another minute of slow buildup, Griffin was now rhythmically thrusting into his daughter. I watched, mesmerized, as his shaft moved in and out of the tiny girl's stretched pussy over and over, now faster, now slower, Griffin's balls slapping against his own body with the start of each upward thrust. With one hand I cupped Griffin's ample balls, gently massaging them while father and daughter's lovemaking continued. My other hand was in my pants stroking my own hard cock. I briefly leaned my face forward to try to lick the thrusting penis at the point where it entered the girl's body, but it proved a difficult position to maintain, and I retreated, satisfied still with the brief taste of the girl's pussy juices coating her father's pistoning cock. After several minutes of energetic fucking, both the man's and the child's panting turned to labored moans as they each approached orgasm. "Oh, oh, I'm cumming, baby!" Griffin cried out as his climax overtook him. He thrust one more time as deeply as possible, and in my hand I felt his balls contract as his cum began flooding the girl's womb. I lost count after ten ball contractions as semen continued to paint the girl's insides. If she didn't feel full just from her dad's cock in her, she must certainly now with a pussy full of cum. "Oh my goodness! Thank you, Baby Girl. That felt so nice," Griffin said, continuing to recover, his penis still lodged inside the girl's vagina. "Did it feel real nice for you, too?" "It felt good, Daddy," the girl confirmed. I stood up now and took in the sight from above of the naked girl atop the sweaty body of her father, his cock still nestled inside her puss. My hand continued stroking my cock within my track pants. Griffin noticed, and then looked up to catch my gaze. "Hey, Baby Girl," Griffin began, his eyes locked with my own. "Would it be ok if Daddy's friend put his peter in your tushy? Can you make him feel real good, too?" After a pause, the girl said, "Ok, Daddy." "What a good girl," he said, full of praise. "What do you say, Darius, you wanna take my Baby Girl for a ride?" "Oh, hell yeah!" I said, excitedly shoving my track pants down to my ankles, finally letting my cock free from its confines. My cock is only 6 inches in length, but I shave all my pubes, so it looks bigger. By now it was as achingly hard and thick as it had ever been, eager to get inside this girl's tight ass. "You'll have to spit on your own peter. Sorry, buddy, I'm not gonna suck it for you." "Nah, I got a better idea," I said, eyeing the dribble of cum that was oozing out of the girl's pussy. "I'll just dip my pen in your ink." I rubbed my cock head against her little puss, wetting it with the dribbling cum before pushing into her vagina, feeling the warm, gooey cum still swimming around in her prepubescent womb. I thrust in and out a couple of times inside her stretched cunt, getting my cock good and slick for the ass-fucking that I was eager to give her. Sure enough, I pulled my cock out, and was pleased to see a thick sheen of slime all over its surface, the mixture of cum, spit, and pussy juice forming a serviceable lube. "Yeah, dude," Griffin said with devious glee, as he hooked his arms under his daughter's legs, lifting them up into a better position for me to fuck her. The girl's puckered asshole winked in anticipation as my shiny black cock lined up to enter her. I knew this wasn't her first rodeo, but still pushed forward gently, not wanting to cause her any unnecessary discomfort. My penis slowly slid inside, inch by inch, and I reveled in the warm embrace of the well-prepared, but nonetheless uncommon tightness of the 7-year-old's rectum. Melissa and I let out simultaneous groans of pleasure as I bottomed out inside of her--at least, mine was a groan of pleasure. I stayed in place for several seconds, letting the girl get used to my cock in her ass. Then, I slowly pulled out just an inch or two, and just as slowly pushed back in. I repeated this process again, pulling out until just the head was left inside her butt before pushing back in. The girl continued to moan, but did not seem distressed by any of my thrusting. Confident that I would not hurt her at this point, I began thrusting in and out with greater speed and force until I was fucking her with a regular rhythm. The feeling of her anal sleeve hugging my hard cock as it slid in and out of her, over and over, was indescribably wonderful. Melissa repeatedly clenched her asshole around my invading cock, which had the dual effect of making me feel even more amazing, and pushing her dad's semen out of her pussy, creating a steady stream of creamy cum dribbling down from her pussy and along my thrusting cock. With each thrust I became more and more slippery with our combined fuck juices. The excess of cum along my cock began to churn into a frothy foam, coating my black shaft as it slammed into and out of the girl's asshole with greater and greater force. I could feel something bumping up against my balls and taint as I slammed in and out of the girl, and I knew Griffin's 8-inch cock had revitalized, and was rubbing up against me with each thrust. Suddenly I felt the familiar buildup of my impending orgasm, and increased my fucking to a feverish pace, slamming into the girl's tiny body with complete abandon. Finally, with one last thrust, I let out a growl of satisfaction as my balls emptied themselves inside the girl's bowels. "Ohhhh, fuuuuuck!" I sighed, unable to restrain myself from swearing after such an amazing orgasm. I stayed inside of her for another 10 seconds or so, as I reveled in the afterglow of an all-time great fuck, my breathing still labored. At last, I withdrew my softening cock from the girl's bottom, feeling Griffin's still-hard cock rub along my balls as I pulled all the way out. I leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on Melissa's tummy, just above her little pussy mound, and leaned down onto my knees, kneeling back as I recovered. Griffin let his daughter's legs rest again to either side of his own. His erect cock curled up and rested against her still-leaking pussy. For good measure, I reached up and grabbed his penis and began jerking it. It only took a few strokes before he once again let loose another load of cum, several volleys of thinner semen shooting out and landing on Melissa's chest and pussy. "Heh, thanks, buddy," he said to me, panting as he came down from his second orgasm. "No, thank you!" I replied in genuine appreciation for the incredible opportunity he'd given me. "No, thank you, Baby Girl," he said, turning his attention to his exhausted daughter, planting several affectionate kisses on her tired face as cum continued to drip out of her two southern orifices and down onto Griffin's softening cock. "Yeah, thanks, Melissa. That was wonderful. You're a really special little girl," I said, as I looked up and down the tiny body I'd just cooperated in ravaging. "You're welcome, Darris," the girl almost whispered as her worn-out body drifted off to sleep. Griffin and I shared a knowing smile after the amazing experience we'd just shared. He continued to lie back with his daughter's naked body fast asleep on his own, while I quietly put my dick away and prepared to leave, eager to get home, get high, and jerk off again as I relived this wild night. A few weeks later I found myself running low on weed again, and called Griffin to see if he was around for a restock. "Yeah, you can come over now if you're quick about it. I'm heading out to go disc golfing in like an hour," he said. "Cool. I'm only like 20 minutes out," I replied. "It's just me, though. Baby Girl ain't here today," Griffin said, reading my mind. "Aw, damn, that's a shame." "Yeah, sorry bud, she won't be here till I pick her up from school on Friday." "Friday, huh?" I began. "...I think I can wait till Friday." --- Thanks for reading. I always appreciate feedback, so drop me a line with your comments, share similar stories, or just say hello. You can find me at Interrobangbang@protonmail.com. And hey, if you liked this story, maybe you'll like my other ones. 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