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Subject: The Robbery – ch 3 – adult/youth, incest, auth PART 3 This is a wild and freewheeling story about domination and submission between deviant dads, horny sons (sometimes eager and sometimes reluctant), and an assortment of other randy men. (The first father doesn’t show up until chapter 3, but dad/son becomes the main theme from that point forward.) I’d like to point out that I am NOT the original author. This story seems to have disappeared entirely from the internet, but I happen to have a mostly complete copy in an old inbox of mine, and I’d like to upload it to to introduce it to a new generation of readers and archive it for posterity. I have 22 chapters. I’m not sure if that’s the complete story, because the last chapter suggests that the story will continue, but it’s possible that the author might have just stopped writing at that point. I will not be editing the author’s original work, so all spelling, punctuation etc. are his. However, I will be attempting to fix the bad line breaks that existed in the text files I have. I might also add some character roundups at the beginning of chapters. The author of the story is given as RBW. I think that I have a vague recollection of sometimes seeing this as RBW511 or RBW551 or RBW311 or RBW331, but I’m not certain of that. A reader pointed out that he also may have gone by RBW6969 at some point. Unfortunately I cannot find any mention of an email address for this author. If you would like to contact me, the uploader, you can reach me at ail but once again, I did not write this story so I can’t incorporate suggestions etc. I will try to upload chapters on a regular basis but forgive me if I ever take a while between chapters. I hope you will enjoy this as much as I have over the years! *** The characters so far… Martino (the robber): big and muscular, just over 6′ tall, 8.5″ uncut dick, black hair, hairy chest, scruffy Jeremy (Jeff’s son): around 10 or 11, sandy blond hair, smooth Mark (the babysitter): preppy jock, around 15 or 16, cut dick, buzz-cut dark brown hair, light dusting of hair Jeff (the single father) *** The Robbery – Part III What Martino failed to account for was the fact that the young boy’s room was in the back of the house, and otherwise the house was pretty solid. When Jeff, the boy’s father, drove up the short driveway and slammed his car door, Martino didn’t hear a thing. Meanwhile, most of his attention was now focused on releasing his second pent-up load into the younger boy’s cute little ass. Jeff came in the door, completely oblivious to what was happening in the house, so he threw his keys on the table by the door and said, “Mark? You here?” quietly enough not to wake up his son. It was a bit strange that Jeff Lorenzo hadn’t gotten lucky while out drinking with his friends. He was tall and blond (though more so in the summer), had big shoulders and weighed in at 195 pounds of muscle. The Addidas he’d worn that night crept slightly up into his buttcrack, revealing the finest round butt of any of his friends. But, nonetheless, he was alone. “UUNNNNGH!” was the only thing he heard from the living room, and a confused look came over his face as he went to investigate. “Mark? What’s going aa …” He stopped dead in his tracks as he surveyed the scene in horror. The high school kid with whom he’d entrusted the welfare of his only child for the night was lying on the floor with no shorts or underwear, tied with rope around his wrists and ankles. His mouth was gagged with a rag tied around his head, and his eyes strained up at him fearfully. Facing Jeff where he stood was the kid’s spread open bubble butt, which was shiny and glistening with the lube that had been spread all over it, and the lube-coated dildo that had gone up his own ass so often aimed right for it on the floor. Jeff stood there, transfixed, his mouth gaping open for a few seconds before he realized that he’d been rubbing his own dick through the thin nylon of his pants, and was sporting a pretty good hardon. “Iiihhrrr Rrrnnoo LEEE!” came through the gag, meaning Mr. Lorenzo, “PLEASE!” It was enough to shake Jeff out of it, and he ran over to Mark to remove the gag in his mouth. As he crouched down to him, Jeff noticed the teenager’s dick was not completely soft, and there istanbul travesti was a sizable pool of suspiciously creamy-looking fluid on the carpet in front of his crotch. “I’m so sorry,” Mark whispered loudly, and gasped for air when the gag was off, clearly humiliated. He found eye contact difficult. “What happened?” “He’s still here,” Mark whispered, “he’s upstairs. He … put it … in my …” “OK, OK, lemme just find …” Jeff’s dick, still semi-hard, was pressed against the kid’s asscrack as he knelt behind him with his knees spread wide open, so he stayed there for a few seconds longer and looked around for something to use as a weapon. He used his jerking head movements as an excuse to grind very subtly against the violated asshole, until he noticed the duffle bag, which was still lying in front of Mark. He leaned over Mark to grab it, grinding harder into him. The kid didn’t move at all, but seemed to be pressing back against his stiffening cock with equal force. “The knife …” Mark said, his eyes locked on the thirty-year-old stud on hands and knees on top of him. Jeff saw it next to the bag. He grabbed it, and as he leaned back up again to test its sharpness with his thumb, ground his hard dick against the kid’s ass, his hardon laid off to the right side in his boxer briefs so it fit perfectly in between the kid’s buttcheeks as he knelt there, pressed against him. “Good,” Jeff said holding the knife, and since Mark was still helplessly tied, he leaned over him partially from where he was, sliding one rough hand up the boy’s stomach to his chest comfortingly, and said in a soft voice as he rubbed the tight pectoral, “Will you be OK here until I come back?” “Yeah, but please hurry, and be careful, he’s big!” Jeff slowly crept upstairs, the knife menacingly positioned next to his rippled stomach. The moaning gradually became more audible, and when he got to right outside his ten-year-old son’s bedroom door, he could hear everything. He stopped. What caught his ear was mind-boggling. His beloved son, Jeremy, seemed to be enjoying what was happening to him! Jeff couldn’t believe it. “Oh, yeah, oh, Sir!” he was saying, “oh, stick it in my butt, harder, please!” “Call me Daddy, bitch,” a husky voice commanded. Jeff’s head jerked up. “Yes, Daddy, oh, I love your big penis, Daddy,” Jeremy was moaning. It was too much for Jeff to handle. While bathing Jeremy, he’d paid a tiny bit of extra attention to teaching him how to clean under his young foreskin, and unbeknownst to the boy, had gotten hard right along with him. He’d only been wearing boxers, which had developed a large wet spot from his drooling cock as the bath progressed, but he hid this behind the side of the bathtub. His son was a little too old to be bathed by his Daddy, but he didn’t seem to mind being lathered up so thoroughly, and Jeff certainly didn’t mind either. “OK, now turn around and let Daddy wash your rear end,” he’d said. He’d paid extra attention there, too, and when he got to the cute little anus said, “OK, Jeremy, bend over. We have to get you reeeeeal clean, inside and out,” with a tone of voice saying it would be fun. With soapy fingers, Jeff slid his hand up and down his son’s asscrack thoroughly, and very carefully inserted the tip of his finger into his cute little hole. “Hee hee heeee! That feels funny!” Jeremy had said, and danced around a little, splashing the water. “I know, son, but we want to get you very, very clean.” He pressed the finger in again and slid it deeper this time, twisting it around and getting his son’s insides nice and clean. Jeremy just giggled and writhed around on his Daddy’s fat finger. Jeff’s cock was pulsing now, and soaked with his juice, as he ground it up against the tub. Vividly he imagined getting up and pulling the boy’s hot ass down on his fuckpole and having him take every inch, but he dared do no more. “OK, you’re all done. Dry off and put on your pajamas now, OK?” he said, and just slapped him playfully on the butt before leaving the bathroom. And now, his son was being fucked, and hard, by some pervert, and he was calling out for his Daddy’s cock. Jeff was unable to control himself any longer, so he pulled out the rock hard seven-inch dick his little boy was calling out kadıköy travesti for and began stroking it slowly with a tight grip, like he imagined Jeremy’s pussy would be. As his son grunted and begged for the rapist’s meat, he imagined it was he that was giving his son a much-needed pounding. He stroked his uncut dick in time with his son’s grunting, and as he got to the point where he was sure he would shoot, he stopped and let go. Something had occurred to him. Why should this stranger get to shoot his son full of hot mancream, as he stood there wasting it on the floor of the hallway? A bit angry now, Jeff turned and slowly opened Jeremy’s bedroom door. He watched as the stranger long-dicked his son, pulling a massive cock almost all the way out, and shoving it hard back in to the hilt. Each time, Jeremy would grunt loudly, and on the out stroke, would murmur some encouragement like, “Yes, Daddy, yes, Sir, oh!” Jeremy laid on his bed on his back, his legs still tied with ropes, so they left his sloppy little boyhole exposed and vulnerable, but his wrists were free, and with them he rubbed the man’s powerful hairy chest up and down. For the first time, Jeff got a good look at the intruder, at least from behind. He watched as his intensely muscled back rippled with each thrust into his son, sweat dripping freely down into the dimples in the small of his back, and his gorgeous hairy ass, round and hard. Its tensing was hypnotic as he drove his piston deep into the hungry little boycunt over and over, slowly but aggressively. “Oh, Daddy, fuck me,” Jeremy groaned, thrashing his head around, his eyes half open. “Oh, yes, Daddy … DADDY!” He yelled when he saw Jeff, his real father, standing there, watching, just ouside the door. Martino looked up suddenly, but almost immediately saw, in the light of the hallway, that Jeff was stroking his own hard, dribbling dick. Martino methodically just kept right on pumping the ten-year-old full of cock. “Hey, man,” Martino said arrogantly, “this is some hot little slut you got here. Been takin’ this dick for a good hour now. Why don’tcha come on over and see?” As if automatically, Jeff felt his legs going, one in front of the other, over to where his son was still steadily being impaled on eight inches of mancock. He kicked his pants and boxers off over his Nikes in between steps. He liked this man’s odor; it was musky and hot, like a locker room, but less stale. “Take a look, buddy,” Martino said, and slowly pulled his dick out with a pop, and they watched as Jeremy’s cunt struggled to keep it inside. As Martino held his dick there, pointing menacingly at Jeremy’s boypussy, Jeff could see how impressive the throbbing boy-fucker really was. Martino pulled his heavy foreskin up over the head, and in one smooth stroke, he slid it in again. He threw his head back at the feeling of warmth inside the boy. “Damn, that’s a hot pussy.” He pulled it out, teasing the boy. Martino had learned by then to make the boy crave it so badly by rubbing it around his sloppy hole with his shiny cockhead. “Daddy, are you going to fuck me, too?” “I … I …” Jeff’s cockslit gaped open and oozed a thick cord of pre-cum that hung by a string for a few seconds, waving in the air, until finally dropping to the floor. “Go ahead, buddy, fuck him deep. He needs it now that I broke him in for ya.” Martino pulled away a foot. He took Jeff’s dripping cock tightly by its base and sliding his other hand under the T-shirt that stuck to the sweat on Jeff’s lower back, pulled him by his aching fuck stick down onto the bed and in toward his little son’s puckering cunt. Jeremy’s asslips were so loosened up at that point, and so drippy with cum and lube, that all Martino needed to do was prod it with his Daddy’s cock and it wrapped around the slimy head like a mouth, sucking at it, trying to pull it inside. “Oh!” Jeff moaned at the warmth of his son’s slurping wet hole around his cockhead. “Oh, Daddy, do what the man did, please? Put it inside me!” Jeff could not resist the begging anymore, and slowly, cautiously, slid his hot Daddy cock up his little boy’s asscunt. For at least two hours, Martino and Jeff, who of course by now had forgiven the criminal for breaking and entering, took turns fucking bakırköy travesti the shit out of Jeremy’s ass, each one, in turn, getting right to the point of shooting and then stopping to make it last as long as possible. While the one was filling his ass with cock, the other would be letting him slobber all over his waiting dick, cleaning off all the pre-cum that was flowing so freely, or give his little pre-pubescent poker a tongue bath. Jeremy loved when they did that, and would buck even more on the dick in his pussy. Halfway through, they flipped the panting boy over onto his hands and knees and rode him like that for a while to make things interesting, and then a number of other combinations, like Martino would take hold of the boy under his arms and bounce him up and down as hard as he could on his Daddy’s cock. After some time, they realized Jeremy’s legs need not be restrained, so they untied them to let him help. Jeff would just lay there, arms up over his head, legs crossed lazily, and watch his cute son drool and groan as his pussy was stretched to the limit. Martino would look down at the stud Father, laying there, his musky armpits waiting to be licked, his powerful carved chest and nipples begging to be pinched and bitten, and it would make him jerk the boy even faster up and down on his Daddy’s rod, just hoping he would get to see the look on Jeff’s face when he shot his load like a hose up his son’s asscunt. Jeff would look out of hazy eyes at the dark, hairy bull fucking him with his son, and his dick would harden even more inside the boy. Martino’s biceps bulged obscenely with every stroke of the boy, but he seemed to lift him effortlessly. His thick chest glistened with sweat that Jeff would have loved to taste, and every once in a while would grit his teeth angrily and pump the boy really hard, causing Jeremy to squeal with delight. Then he would hold the boy up by the legs, spreading his asshole wide open, holding him tight against his hairy stomach, and gyrate his own body so that the boy’s cunt would caress his Daddy’s dick slowly and smoothly. Jeff would reach over with one hand and fondle his son’s hairless balls, which would make his asshole tighten and quiver around his dick. Jeff knew that Martino was rubbing his own beautiful uncut piece up and down on the boy’s back while he rode his Daddy’s dick. They each got caught staring, but quickly looked away. A few more strokes, and Jeff tensed. He could feel it rising, and there was no way of stopping it, even if he wanted to stop it, which he didn’t. Jeff began to moan, and Martino, staring at his rugged face, steadily picked up the pace with which he was bouncing Jeremy on his dick. “Oh, God,” Jeff said softly, “oh, God, I’m cumming, man. Jeremy, I’m cumming up your ass, boy! Oh, my God, here it comes!” “Yes, Daddy, fill my butt up with your juice!” Martino watched as Jeff’s head went back, his mouth gaped open, his hands gripped tight to the back of his head and his elbows came in toward his face. In a groan that started deep in his gut, he started to cum. “Uuuuuuuhhnng, goooood. UNGH!!” Martino was overcome by the lust on Jeff’s face, and knew he would cum, too. Jeff’s body jerked spastically, and with each spurt, he thrust deep into the boy, who would grunt each time uncontrollably. He shot about three or four times into his son’s ass before Martino gripped the boy’s sides tightly and started to pump his dick into his back. He yelled, “AAAAW, FUCK!” Martino’s load had been building up for hours, and he shot hot creamy jism onto his chin and neck, in Jeremy’s hair, and all down his smooth little back. It practically poured onto Martino’s softening dick and down into Jeremy’s asscrack. They all sighed. Martino laid the boy down on one side of Jeff, and flopped himself down on the other. They squeezed tightly together to not fall off the twin bed, so Jeremy was mostly on top of his dad. Jeff’s dick popped out of Jeremy’s butt with a squelching noise, and Jeremy pouted quickly, half joking, half disappointed it was over. They were all still breathing heavily and since they were dripping with sweat, Martino licked some off Jeff’s chest next to him and slowly slid his hand down over his glistening six-pack to where Jeremy’s butt was empty for the first time in hours. With two fingers, he lazily fingered the boy’s ass, feeling all the hot cum that was dripping out. “Man, you came up a storm in this little pussyboy. So, what’s your name, stud?” They both laughed, Jeremy was too tired to notice.

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