Date: Sun, 27 Mar 2016 03:49:14 -0000
From: torrentiality@sigaint.org
Subject: Fucking My Boyfriend's Family Chapter 2

Author's Note: This story is entirely fictional.  Any resemblance to any
real people is completely coincidental.  This story takes place in a world
in which children under the age of 18 are interested in and physically
capable of having sex like adults.  In some cases the underage individuals
in this story are used for sex without expressly asking their consent,
although it is taken as a given that they enjoy it.  This is not the real
world we live in and the author in no way condones nor encourages acts
which mirror the practices described in this entirely fictional story.

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Fucking My Boyfriend's Family - Chapter 2


The local police station wasn't much to look at: a small, unassuming
redbrick building surrounded by a few unfortunate-looking shrubs. There
wasn't a lot of crime in our town (at least, not that anyone knew about) so
there wasn't much need for a bigger building. The station did have its own
small jail section however, with two old fashioned cells which were more
often than not used as drunk tanks for the men of the town who didn't know
when they'd had enough. Johnny's father was one such man, although I
suspected that even if he knew when he'd had enough, he wouldn't care.

Josaiah was a fine specimen of manhood, still muscular and strong in his
fifth decade, with a light covering of hair on his thick pecs and trailing
down abs that defied all reason towards his absolute monster of a
cock. When things had first started getting serious between me and Johnny,
my cheeky lover had informed me that the only way to be accepted by the
family was to offer up my ass to his father.

I was a bit apprehensive at first, but my doubts faded when I first laid
eyes on Josaiah in all his muscle-daddy glory, and after an intense ass
fuck session with him while his whole family watched in appreciation, I was
hooked. To my slight dismay, the big man never seemed interested in another
round with me, surrounded as he was by tight little boy ass 24/7. I didn't
mind too much: Johnny and his brothers would still take turns fucking me if
I wanted it, and being part of their family now gave me unrestricted access
to all the kiddie holes I could dream of. Overall, a fair compromise.

I flashed my badge to the desk sergeant and ushered Johnny into the back of
the station, where the cells were located. Josaiah was sprawled on the
hard, thin cot in the corner of the cell, his shirt unbuttoned to reveal
his gently heaving, muscular chest in the dim light of the holding area. As
I pulled the door to the holding area shut, he sat up with much more grace
than a drunk should have been able to manage. A dusky aroma of booze, piss
and man-sweat hit Johnny and I in the face, and I almost had to catch
Johnny as he swooned, eyes shining with lust. The men in Johnny's family
seemed to have some sort of pheromonal effect which only got stronger as
they aged, and it was all I could do to resist the urge to kneel down
before this man-god and worship the thick cock I could see outlined in his
ripped jeans.

"Thanks for coming, kiddo," Josaiah rumbled, his deep voice seeming to
reach into our chests and caress our souls. Johnny flushed and smiled
stupidly, happy as always to be pleasing his daddy. I looked down and was
hardly surprised to see Johnny rubbing a hand over the front of his jeans,
caressing his now rock-hard dick. Josaiah noticed too and smirked
approvingly.

"You gotta keep this boy drained, Steve, or he'll do something stupid one
day," he chided me, winking.

I smiled back. "He's your son, Jos, do you think he'll ever be THAT
drained?"

The big man barked out a laugh and shook his head. "I guess not, at
that. Well, while you're here, you may as well help your daddy out."

With that, and with not a care in the world for anyone who might walk in,
Josaiah whipped his thick, uncut cock out of his jeans and held it aloft,
wiggling the hot slab of meat through the bars.

"I don't think that's a good-" I started, but too late. Johnny lunged
forward hungrily, and was on his knees with his father's dick disappearing
down his throat before I could blink. Josaiah moaned roughly as he thrust
his hips forwared, face-fucking his boy through the bars of the jail
cell. I watched the hot display of public sex hornily for a few moments
before shaking myself, returning to reality.

"I'll just uh, I'll go sort out the paperwork," I said to no one, as father
and son ignored me completely, lost in their primal lust. As I turned to
walk out the door I heard the sound of tearing fabric as Johnny ripped the
tight shirt from his body and discarded it. Well, that would be hard to
explain. I rolled my eyes at the wanton disregard for propriety that my
boyfriend and his family routinely displayed, and wondered again at how
incredible it was that they'd never been caught.

As the door to the holding area closed behind me, I saw the desk sergeant
glance up at me.

"Everything alright in there?" He asked uncertainly.

"Everything's fine, Sgt Andrews," I reassured him. "Johnny is just trying
to sober Jos up so we can get him home. I'll sort out the paperwork."

Andrews nodded, gulping slightly as he handed me some paperwork.

"Um... sir?" Andrews ventured tentatively.

"What's the matter, sergeant?" I asked him, noticing the poor fellow looked
decidedly uncomfortable.

"Well sir, I don't really know quite how to explain it, sir." Andrews
began, glancing between me and the door to the holding area furtively.

At that moment the double glass doors to the station opened and in walked
Johnny's older brother Jake, with his young son Jerome in tow. The little
dark-skinned boy was absolutely covered in sweat, his hair matted and
plastered to his face, and his tight little boy shorts were draped low
enough down his butt that it was obvious he wasn't wearing any
underwear. He had on an extremely tight shirt, which exposed a firm, smooth
midriff that was similarly covered in sweat, and something else that looked
suspiciously like...

I moved quickly to block the sergeant's view of the little cum-covered boy
who had so clearly been the very recent recipient of a vigorous, raw
buttfucking.

"Just go through, Jake, Johnny's already in there doing what he can," I
said, my mouth as dry as sandpaper as Johnny's tall, athletic older brother
winked at me and ushered his little boy through into the holding area. As
the door closed behind him, I could already see little Jerome slipping his
tight shorts off, dripping thick wads of cum onto the floor of the station.

I turned back to Andrews, trying to work out how the hell I would explain
what we had just seen.

"Obviously, uh, Jerome has just come from soccer practice and hasn't had
time to uh, get changed properly." I vamped, hoping against hope that the
sergeant would believe the ridiculous fabrication. Surely only the most
na?ve of men could fail to smell the scent of sex that exuded from the boy
and his father, or fail to notice the obscene wet patch on the little boy's
tight pants and matching stain on the front of his father's sweatpants,
which by the way did nothing to hide the thick black cock that had swayed
around so much as he walked it practically took my eye out. And surely,
surely no one could fail to hear the high-pitched whining and rhythmic wet
slapping that was now emanating, albeit slightly muffled, from the holding
area.

Amazingly, Andrews wasn't even looking in that direction, but instead was
staring at the floor, abashed.

"Sir, something happened earlier that I'm not proud of." Andrews said, as
if our conversation had not just been interrupted by a hulking black man
and his tight little fuck toy of a son entering the cell where their
brother and uncle was currently servicing their big-dicked father.

I struggled to maintain my composure. "Well, spit it out, sergeant."

"I went in to check on Josaiah, sir, and something, well, something came
over me!" The words poured out of him in a rush, as if he hoped that
getting through it quickly would minimise his obvious embarrassment.

"He was standing at the bars and suddenly I felt light-headed, and before I
knew it I was on my knees, sir. I must have eaten something off last night,
or something, I don't know, but the next thing I knew I was..." The
sergeant's voice trailed off.

"You were what, Andrews?" I said sternly, trying to hide my grin.

"I was... fellating him, sir." Andrews murmured, so quietly that I probably
wouldn't have heard him properly if I hadn't known what he was about to
say. From behind me, adult moans were joining the high-pitched gasps, and
more hot slapping sounds joined the first set. My own dick was hard in my
pants, and I quickly moved the clipboard I was holding to cover my crotch
as my other hand reached down and started stroking my hardon through the
thin material of my pants.

"Why Andrews," I said, acting surprised. "I never would have thought you
were interested in men that way." A heavy clanging sound ricocheted through
the building, and a mental image flashed into my head of Johnny holding
little Jerome up in the air, pressing him against the bars as his sexy
grandfather grabbed a hold of a metal bar in each hand and used them as
handholds to piston his huge cock deep into the little boy's hungry,
cum-filled hole.

"I'm not, sir!" Andrews exclaimed, shaking his head furiously. "That is, I
never have been... oh, god, I don't know what to do."

I listened to Andrews babble on about how confused he was, very glad that
the young sergeant was completely in his own world. From behind me, I
distinctly heard my boyfriend yell "Fuck yes, pound the little slut dad!
Fill his boy-hole!" My own dick was straining against my pants as I stroked
the thin material that was the only thing separating my cock from my
hand. Horny as fuck, and fairly confident that Andrews was as oblivious as
a post, I surreptitiously unzipped my pants and let my dick spring free,
cradling it in my hand as I jacked off behind the flimsy cover of the
clipboard. I was standing close enough to Andrews that he should have been
able to SMELL my pre-cum leaking dick, or hear the hot wet sound of my hand
stroking my thick meat, but the man was walking around in circles behind
the desk, talking to himself about the ramifications of his first
dick-sucking.

"And I mean, it's not like I've NEVER thought about it, I just didn't think
I'd ever actually DO it!" he continued as I nodded understandingly,
increasing the speed at which I jacked my thick, hard dick which was now
leaking copious precum on the sergeant's desk. The clipboard was still
covering his direct view of my dick, but only just barely: I knew that if
his focus returned to the present for even a moment, it would be absurdly
obvious that his superior officer was jacking off like a horny teenager
right in front of his desk.

Jerome was really yelling now, moaning and screaming encouraging
obscenities to his horny family, like "Yeah, fuck my little boy pussy!
Pound my hole! Oh god, feed me your cum daddyyyyyy!" I realised that up
until now he must have had his mouth filled with dick to muffle his cries,
but that whoever had been using his throat must have pulled out to let the
boy talk dirty to his older lover. The nasty words the little boy was
yelling out drove me crazy, and I almost dropped the clipboard in my
eagerness to give my cock the attention it deserved.

But how could I let myself cum here, knowing there was a horny, willing
little boy in the holding room, desperate for cum? Suddenly, the solution
came to me.

"I've heard enough, Andrews," I barked, cutting him off. For the first time
in several minutes he stopped talking and looked at me, my clothes
dishevelled, my pants now fallen around my ankles and my hand moving back
and forth in an extremely obvious manner behind the clipboard. He turned
pale and his mouth opened wide, not quite believing what he was seeing. I
struggled to keep my breathing normal as the young sergeant watched me
pleasure myself, and I saw him cock his head as though suddenly hearing
something from the holding room. Fortunately by this point Jerome had
presumably had his throat stuffed with dick again, so there was less
noise. I looked the sergeant dead in the eyes and commanded his whole
attention.

"I understand what you're going through, sergeant," I assured him, my dick
pulsating beneath the clipboard as I jerked it faster. "I've been feeling a
bit similar lately. It must be something to do with the full moon."

Andrews' eyes were locked on the clipboard, and the occasional glimpse of
my thick cock that he was finally seeing as the clipboard slipped.

"Full moon was last wee-" he stopped, reconsidering. "Yes sir, must be
that," he finished lamely.

"I don't see any reason to notify anyone about this, do you?" I prodded,
still making a token effort to hide my furious jerking.

Andrews shook his head slowly. "No sir, no reason at all."

"Excellent," I said, smiling at him. "Just to be safe, why don't you go
erase the security camera footage for the last day or so?"

Andrews nodded, looking relieved. He turned to head to the back room where
the camera controls were.

"Just a second, Andrews," I said, excitement skyrocketing. As he turned
around, I threw him the clipboard, fully exposing my thick, glistening cock
as I ran my hand vigorously along the full length of my shaft.

"File that for me, would you?" I smirked, still jerking my dick proudly in
front of Andrews' face, my sticky precum continuing to leak from the head
of my engorged cock and all over the files strewn on his desk.

The young sergeant's mouth dropped open and he stared at the obscene sight
of me desecrating his well-organised desk with my thick, precum-oozing
dick. Then, nodding, bewildered, he turned and walked out of the room.

I was breathing hard and heavy now, nearing my cum and as horny as I'd ever
been in my life. Discarding my pants on the floor of the main room, I
strode quickly towards the holding cells, one hand still on my pulsing,
dripping cock. I pushed my way through the doors, my other hand fumbling to
rip the shirt from my body, and was greeted by the most obscenely beautiful
sight.

Josaiah was sitting on the floor of his cell, drenched in sweat and
completely naked, his thick cock pressed right up against the bars. Tight
little Jerome, his smooth dark skin slick with sweat and covered with cum,
was lying on the floor with his pert ass facing the bars, his grandfather's
huge dick thrusting mercilessly into his boy-pussy. Behind him, his own
father Jake was feeding all ten inches of his enormous black cock to his
little boy, sliding his thick meat deep into the boy's throat, which bulged
obscenely around his daddy's cock. In the midst of all this, Johnny, the
love of my life, was standing with his dick in Jake's mouth and his ass
cheek's spread wide in front of Josaiah's face, his hunky daddy rimming his
boy's ass deeply.

Johnny's eyes flashed with lust as he saw me enter, naked and hard. I
crossed quickly to the incestuous orgy and kissed my boyfriend deeply,
running my hands over his sweaty, naked body. We broke apart and he
immediately dove down onto my dick, engulfing the whole shaft with his
eager throat as I groaned in pleasure.

His shift in position meant that Jake could no longer reach his brother's
dick while thrusting his own huge meat down his little boy's throat, so the
tall black man instead sprawled back and focused on the pleasure his little
boy's mouth was bringing him. He smiled up at me as Johnny worshipped my
dick.

"Thanks for sorting that out, bro," he said in that deep voice of
his. "Anything you need from me, just let me know."

There was a twinkle in his eyes as he said this, and unconsciously my eyes
drifted down to his hot little boy, still being impaled by two huge
cocks. Jerome was still moaning slightly, but he had lost a lot of energy
with the hard fucking he'd received from all three dicks, so the sounds
coming from his well-stuffed mouth were more whimpers of abused pleasure
than anything else.

"I can think of one thing," I smirked, "If you father doesn't mind."

As if on cue, Josaiah let loose the loudest bellow of all, one that was
sure to have echoed through the entire station and probably the surrounding
buildings as well. I looked down lustfully as I watched the muscular man
unload thick ropes of cum into his little black boytoy. Josaiah could cum
for three or four minutes without stopping, so I knew I still had a little
while to wait until the little boy hole could welcome my dick. Johnny was
still sucking me expertly, though he was clearly distracted by trying to
turn his head to watch his father breed his little cousin.

Jake, meanwhile, was completely unfazed by his hunky father pounding load
after load into his little boy, and instead just focused on squeezing every
last inch of his own mammoth cock down the boy's throat. Jerome took being
pounded from both ends like a total pro, as could only be expected growing
up in such a perverted fuck family as this. Jake, sensing my eagerness to
fuck Jerome's ass and my need for more stimulation, languidly straightened
up and stuck his incredibly long tongue into my ass, bringing forth a moan
from deep within me as he and his younger brother used their skilful
tongues to drive me crazy at both ends.

Finally, Josaiah let out his last, earth-shattering bellow and plunged his
thick white dick to the hilt in the tiny black boy before him. Jerome's ass
was completely covered in cum, as was the floor surrounding the cell door
and most of Josaiah and Jerome's chests. The two brothers quickly broke off
their assault on my ass and dick and turned their attention to clean up
duty. Jake grunted slightly as he struggled to work his little boy's throat
off his huge dick, grabbing the kid by the shoulders and forcefully pulling
him off with a loud popping sound. As the thick cock popped out, Jerome
moaned loudly and a torrent of thick white cum spilled out of his mouth and
onto the ground. Apparently Jake had been cumming down his little boy's
throat the whole time but hadn't bothered to pull his thick dick out,
opting instead to continue using the boy as a dick warmer while he basked
in the glory of the orgiastic kiddie-fucking action around him.

I didn't care at all about this of course, especially not now that a hot
boy-pussy had opened up for my use. Kneeling quickly on the floor, I spun
Jerome around to face me, his body sliding slickly over the linoleum floor
as cum and sweat made it easy to position him. Without a second's
hesitation I rammed my precum-oozing thick cock deep into the boy's
amazingly still-tight ass, eliciting a fresh cry of pleasure from the
little slut.

I remained kneeling where I was and used the boy's sweat and his family's
cum to slide the kid back and forth on the smooth floor, pulling him on and
off my dick as I fucked him. This gave me the ability to fuck him
vigorously and deeply without the strain of having to move my own hips, and
I fucking loved it.

Jerome was moaning loudly, probably alerting the entire town to what was
going on in this cell, but I didn't give a damn. Nothing was more important
than pounding my dick into this little boy who had already seen so much
dick today, but was always dying for more. I was so caught up in pounding
his tight ass that I almost didn't notice Jake and Johnny descending on
their daddy's dick and chest, licking up his cum, before moving their
attention to Jerome's tight black body.

I knew it would only be a matter of time before I filled the little boy
with even more cum, and I relished the thought of breeding this slut again
and again with my lover beside me.

The sound of a door opening behind me followed by a shocked gasp was the
perfect accompaniment to my impending orgasm. I knew without a doubt that
Sergeant Andrews had walked in the door and seen me pounding an underaged
little boy in the holding cell of our station, and it drove me wild to know
that nothing would stop me from emptying my load inside the kid.

With a roar I detonated my enormous orgasm inside the squirming child's
tight boyhole, blasting rope after rope of hot, thick cum deep into his
little body. I pushed the boy back, sliding his slick body across the floor
until my dick almost slid out of him, and then pulled him hard back into my
cock, penetrating him fully and shooting a final thick wad of cum deep into
his tummy.

I collapsed onto my back, my cock slipping out of the little slut with a
loud pop, gasping for breath. From my position lying on the floor, I could
see the curious upside-down image of Sergeant Andrews standing in the
doorway, mouth open in shock. I locked eyes with him as I felt a small
mouth wrap around my cock and begin to clean it thoroughly, and grinned as
I felt Johnny and Jerome's hands rub along my sweat-soaked body, massaging
muscles sore from the force of fucking that sweet kid. I slowly found my
voice, raspy though it was from my orgiastic cries of pleasure.

"Told you, sergeant," I murmured huskily, as I reached down and caressed
Jerome's small head as he licked my balls clean.

"It's the full moon."

Sergeant Andrews stared at me, mouth hanging open in shock. Then suddenly,
he barked out a short laugh, which turned into a longer laugh. Before long
he was in full belly-laugh, not that the young sergeant had any belly to
speak of over that tight six-pack...

I blinked. Tight six-pack? It was only then that I noticed the young
sergeant was stripping off his uniform, his thick cock bouncing free and
his tight, hot body exposed for our hungry eyes.

"Fuck it, let's go with that, sir," Andrews grinned, walking towards us
with a determined look on his face.

I smirked. Looks like Jerome won't be done for a while.


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