Date: Sat, 23 Feb 2002 13:39:47 -0800 (PST) From: Marc <Rim4you@webtv.net> Subject: Butt Sniffer - Part 4 (Raunch, Scat, Incest) Disclaimer: The following story deals with subject matter intended for adults over the age of eighteen. If graphic, sexual scenes involving consenting males engaging in acts of raunch, scat and incest are offensive to you, or if you are under legal age, STOP HERE! Butt Sniffer - Part 4 by Rim4you Part 4 And Brad Makes Three Chapter 1 I was in seventh heaven, safe and warm with my Dad's powerful arms holding me close with the scent of his asshole, rank pits and that lingering aroma of sex wafting up my nostrils. With my head pressed against Dad's chest, I could hear the thumping of his heart. It, along with his gentle sighs and moans of satisfaction following our fisting escapade, was like a lullaby which gently eased me to sleep. I didn't hear the car pull up into the driveway, nor the front door slam, nor Brad's shouts of "I'm home!" as he came bounding up the stairs. Rather, it seemed, I was caught up in a world of dreams reliving what had, only moments before, transpired between Dad and I. Lost in my dreamy slumber I was unaware of my immediate surroundings, except for the warmth and fragrance of my fathers' body. My dreams were so vivid that I could tell, subconsciencely, that my dick was hard and throbbing and that it was enveloped in something warm and wet. Instinctively I began to grind my hips in a fucking motion, humping the warm oriface that sent tingles up and down my shaft. "Aaaaaahhhhhh!" I cooed, softly. My eyes fluttered open as a shaft of light caught them and I raised my arm to shield them. My eyes focused on the streaks of brown slime coating my arm and the pungent aroma it gave off, along with the feeling around my cock, slowly nudged me back to reality. "Suck that dick!" I heard my Dad's voice hissing. "Suck it! Take it all in that hungry mouth of yours, cocksucker!" "Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm! Oh yeah!" I could hear another voice murmer and feel its vibrations on my dick. I looked down to see my brother, Brad, sprawled on his stomach, dressed in his levis and t-shirt, wedged between Dad and I, grinding his crotch into the mattress and his mouth, hungrily and sloppily, sucking on my cock as Dad kneaded his ass. "Suck your brother's cock, Brad!" Dad coaxed. "Taste that stale cum on that cock!" "Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm! Yes, sir!" Brad hummed, burying his face into my crotch so that I could feel his nose and his warm breaths in my pubic hairs. "Dick his mouth, Tommy!" Dad said, matter of factly. "Give the cocksucker all the cock he wants and needs!" "Suck my cock, Bradley!" I moaned. "Suck! Suck!" "Oh fuck!" Brad gasped, his head bobbing up and down my rigid shaft. His tongue flicking against the sensitive underside of my dick, just below the crown, sent shivers up and down my spine. "Tastes so fucking good!" "Open that cocksucking mouth of yours, son! Show us what a hungry, cocksucking pig you are! Get your brother's balls in your mouth too!" Dad snapped, giving Brad's ass a firm, loud whack with his hand. Brad bucked his ass up to receive Dad's stinging blows as he opened his mouth wide and engulfed my coak and balls into his warm, wet oriface. "You like that, don't you?" Dad yelled, "Your mouth stuffed with cock and balls and having your fucking, pig ass smacked around, huh?" "Uh-huh!" Brad moaned, raising his ass higher. "Want the fucking piss beat outta you, don't you, son?" "Please, sir!" Brad garbbled. "Dad!" I cried out, a little alarmed as whack after whack resounded and Brad raised his butt higher and higher to receive each stinging blow. "The cocksucking bitch loves it, Tommy!" Dad replied. "Beat the piss outta me, Dad!" Brad groaned, popping my dick and nuts out of his mouth. "Tommy! Shove those shitty fingers of yours in my mouth so I can taste Dad's stink while he beats my ass! I know you fisted him. Give me his stink!" Alarmed, yet intrigued with my brother, I brought my hand down to his face. "Thank you, Tommy!" Brad groaned, as he rubbed his face into the palm of my filthy hand, sniffing and snorting its stench before dragging his tongue against it and lapping his way up, swept my shitty digits into his mouth sucking greedily. "Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" Brad sighed, slurping my stinky digits. "Dad's stink! Dad's shit! Feed me, Tommy! Feed me Dad's raunch!" I darted my filthy, smelly fingers in and out of my brothers' mouth, scraping my fingertips against his tongue depositing chunks chunks of turd onto it. "That's it, son!" Dad whispered, "make him eat shit! My buttslop! Feed him my stink!" "Hungry, Bradley?" I purred, fucking his mouth with my dirty fingers and then withdrawing my fingers completely to pass my fingers, dripping with Brad's spit, under my nose for a deep whiff. "Feed me, fucker!" Brad moaned, his eyes riveted upon my shitty digits. "Don't tease your brother!" Dad said, slapping Brad's ass again. "Be nice, Tommy! Share my stink with Bradley! There's more where that came from!" Dad said, sliding up to his knees and thrusting his ass back towards me, tugging at his right buttcheek, revealing his hairy, shit smeared, recently fisted, gaping, smelly asshole to me. "Aw, fuck!" I moaned, wriggling and turning to face my brother with my shit covered hand held up between our faces. "Yeah! That's it." Dad coaxed, as he slid back to crouch behind Brad's upturned butt. "Share my stink, boys! Smell it! Taste it!" Brad and I brought faces together. Our noses pressed against either side of my hand and sniffed deeply. Together we moaned as the stench of Dad's shitter and Brad's warm spit. dripping from my fingers, wafted up our flaring, sniffing nostrils. "What do you smell, boys?" Dad asked, as he massaged Brad's butt. "I smell shit, Dad!" I groaned. "Aaaaaahhhhhh, fuck! ... Daddy!" Brad sighed, breathing deep, his full lips quivering. "I smell your shithole! I smell your stinky asshole!" "Yeah. Smell my stink, boys! Smell my fucking, shitty manhole. Smell the stink! Taste it! Taste my stink!" "Fuck! Fuck!" My brother and I moaned, as we pressed our lips against my hand and the flavor of our Dad's ripe, dirty manpussy swirled into our mouths. "Bradley!" I sighed, as I flicked my tongue up and along my fingertips as my brother did the same and our mouths met in a dirty, nasty kiss. "Tommy!" Brad moaned, as our hungry mouths met and we sucked on one another's tongues and slurped on my shit coated fingers. "Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" Brad groaned, deeply. "Daddy's stink!" As Brad's moans grew deeper and deeper and his mouth lusted for mine, he reached forward and drew my free hand into his. I felt his fingers curl around my hand as he slid them, drawing my hand down his chest to his warm crotch/ "Aaaaaahhhhhh!" Brad moaned, deeply, cupping the palm of my hand into his basked as he let go a warm, gushing stream of piss, soaking his levis. "Touch me, Dad!" he sighed. "That's my boy!" Dad whispered, his voice heavy with lust, as he slid his hand over mine atop Brad's wet crotch dripping with warm, golden piss. "I'm pissing. In your bed, Tommy!" Brad hissed, relieving himself as we kissed deeply with our tongues swirling over my shitty fingers. Brad's heavy piss stream gushed from his pisshole saturating his levis. All the while, Dad and I groped his crotch as his piss stream flowed between our fingers and, cascading downwards, wet my bed. "Piss, son! Piss!" Dad whispered, kneading Brad's crotch and, bending forward, kissed Brad's ass. "Fuck! Your piss feels so good, man! "Daddy! Tommy!" Brad groaned, jabbing his tongue into my mouth. "Aaaaaahhhhhh! Aaaaaahhhhhh!" As my brother sighed in obvious relief of a much needed piss, drenching my bed with his warm, wet nectar, a juicy fart rumbled from his butt and sent a noxious fume rising into the air. "Aw! Fucking pig!" Dad moaned, rubbing his face onto Brad's butt. "Tommy! ... Aw, man! The fucking pig, he's ..." "Yeah, Dad!" Brad grunted, as more ripe, wet sounding farts ripped from his ass. "Get your fucking face down there, man! Fuck! ... Aw, man! Smell it, bitch! Can't hold back ... aaaaaahhhhhh!" "Fucking, stink pig!" Dad hollered. "Tommy! The fucking cunt! ... he's ... fuck, yeah! Push, baby ... push!" "Pull my pants down, fucker!" Brad yelled. "I want it in ..." "No!" I snapped. "Shit your pants, Bradley! Mess your pants, Bradley!" "That's so nasty, Tommy!" Brad hissed. "Shit! Your cocksucking whore!" Dad yelled. Shit! You fucking bitch!" "You motherfuckin' sluts!" Brad cried, as a torrent of piss gushed through his levis and his asshole exploded with another ripe fart and the seat of his well worn, jeans began to bulge and fill with his smelly, stink turd. "Yeah, fucker!" Dad cried out, sending another resounding whack onto Brad's ass, spreading the stinking sludge and smearing it up and down Brad's buttcrack. "Dad! Tommy!" Brad sighed, his ass rumbling with wet farts. "Shittin' myself, man! Dumpin' for you guys, man! Fuck! Fuckin' stinks, man! Fuck! Fuck!" "Motherfucker!" Dad yelped, sliding his hand down the back of Brad's levis. "Fuckin' nasty, bitch!" "Found something back there you like, Dad?" Brad hissed, bucking his ass back. "You filthy, stinking fuck!" Dad hollered, his hand disappearing from my view. "Fucking pig! Stinking up your Daddy's hand!" "Yeah! Fuck! That's your fucking playground, Dad! My shit! My turd! My stink! Fucking play with your boy's nasty butt, Dad! I'm fucking filthy back there! It's all for you and Tommy!" "Aw, fuck! Fuck, man!" Dad crooned. I could see his hand, bulging under the fabric of Brad's levis. Churning. Digging. "Fuck, Tommy!" Dad hissed. "I can feel shit, man! Fucking sloppy, man! Your brother is squeezing turd into my hand!" "Squeeze it, Dad!" I yelled. "Feel his stinking buttslop squishing through your fingers! My brother's turd!" "It's so fucking warm, Tommy! So fucking nasty, man!" "Play with my shit, Dad!" Brad hissed. "Feel my stink!" "Yeah! Oh yeah!" Dad maoned. "Shit, Bradley! Shit for me, son!" "Yeah, motherfucker! You want my stink, don't you? That brown log snaking out of my hairy hole ... all stink and nasty, man! That stinky pile of warm shit!" "Fuck! Motherfucker!" Dad groaned, "My boy's stink!" Dad sighed over and over as he held his filthy, smelly hand in front of his face taking in whiff after whiff of Brad's stink. "Jesus, fucking Christ!" Dad groaned, swirling his shitty hand over his face. "Fuckin' nasty, bitch! I'm fucking rubbing your stink all over my face, man!" "In your mouth, Dad!" I cried. "Fuckin' eat Bradley's shit!" "Aaarrrggghhh!" Dad grunted. "Fuckin' tastes nasty, Tommy!" "Eat it!" I cried. "Eat shit! Eat my brother's turd, buttwhore!" I watched as my Dad, in heat with lust and perverted desire, cup the palm of his hand containing a steamy clump of my brother's turd to his lips. First he snorted its pungent, foul aroma before mashing it and smearing it over his lips and, with gags of delight, swept the reeking filth into his mouth, gasping loudly. "Eat shit, pig!" Brad yelled, as he fumbled with his levis and yanked them down over his muscular thighs and the raw stench of his buttsludge swirled into the air. In the mirror, on the wall opposite my bed, I could see the reflection of my brother's upturned ass. The outer, creamy white cheeks of his butt was tinged pink and etched with the outlines of my Dad's fingers. In the cleft of my brothers' widespread asscheeks, clingling like a heavy paste to the forrest of hair which lined his buttcrack, I could see a thick goo of brown, slimey shit which spread out over his cheeks. Nestled within the hairy cleft, chunks of turd clinging and weighing down folicles of hair, I could see the puckered lips of Brad's moist, juicy hole staring at me. Flaring. Winking. Inviting me to its raunchy, smelly depths. And as his hole seemingly breathed with life and rumbled with juicy, wet farts. his rosebud flared open and the tip of another log poked out. "You're so fucking nasty, Bradley!" I gasped. "Fuck yeah!" Brad hissed, swirling my nuts into his mouth and fingering my asshole. "Dick me!" Brad moaned. "I need cock up my shitting hole, man!" "Fuck him, Dad!" I gasped. "Your back there. Shove your big cock up his ass!" "Oh fuck!" Dad groaned, as he knelt behind Brad and the tip of his dick kissed the emerging turd from Brad's butthole. "Fuck me!" Brad moaned, rolling my nuts in his mouth. "Aaaaaahhhhhh!" Dad sighed. "I can feel your turd in my pisshole, son!" Dad lunged forward pumping his dick up Brad's ass. "Fuck me! Fuck me, Dad!" Brad grunted, as he sucked inch by inch of Dad's throbbing cock up his ass. "Fuck the turd outta me, man! Fuck me dirty! Fuck me stink, Daddy!" As Dad plowed Brad's butt and my brother sucked my balls into his mouth, I reached under my pillow and retrieved another one of my brother, Jeff's, left behind gifts. He had place it under my pillow the night before he left home and leaning over me, kissed me on the forehead saying, "this is for you, little bro! Something for you to remember your big brother." Clutching the fetid material of Jeff's jockstrap to my face and breathing in its stench, I bucked my hips upwards towards Brad's face. "Make me cum, Bradley!" I sighed, as I sniffed Jeff's scent. "Fuck yeah!" Brad moaned, swallowing my balls and humping his ass back to receive the penetrating thrusts of my Dad's dick. "Smell Jeff's stink!" Chapter 2 A couple of days later I read a letter my brother Jeff worte to me from bootcamp: 'Dear Tommy How are you, little bro? Bootcamp is tough but I'm hanging in there. God! I miss home. I miss you, Mom, Dad and Bradley so much. I hope you're okay. I promise to call you on Tuesday ... your birthday. Hope you're enjoying the little gifts I left for you! Remember, bro ... I love you! Your brother, Jeff' Accompanied with Jeff's letter was a photograph. To me, at least, Jeff looked so smart in his uniform and the broad smile he had on his face. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I read what Jeff wrote on the back of the picture. 'I love you, Tommy!' Jeff printed in bold letters. "Tommy!" Brad said, coming into my room and seeing me hunched over my desk, crying. "Aw, Tommy! Are you alright?" "I miss Jeffery!" I sobbed. "I miss him so much, Bradley!" "I know. I know you do, Tommy." Brad replied, wrapping his arms around me. "I miss him too!" "He ... he's gone for good, Bradley!" I cried. "Jeffery's gone and won't ..." "Shhhhh! Shhhhh! Don't cry, Tommy." Brad whispered, gently. "Jeff will come home again." "When, Bradley? When?" "Soon, Tommy. Soon!" "What's going on here?" Dad asked, poking his head in at the door to my room. "Tommy got a letter from Jeff, Dad." Brad stammered, choking back his own tears. "And Tommy's ..." "I want my brother, Dad!" I sobbed. "I miss Jeffery!" "Easy, son!" Dad said, kneeling down and wrapping his arms around Brad and I. "I know you miss your brother, Tommy!" "Dad!" Brad sniffled. "I didn't realise how hard this would be on us. Especially Tommy! He and Jeff were really close. Closer than ..." "Oh, I'm sorry, Bradley!" I sobbed. Tears streaming down my face. "I didn't mean for you to think that ... that ... I didn't love you!" Dad just held Bradley and I close, rocking us in his arms. "I'm hurt, Dad!" Brad sobbed. "Why, Brad?" Dad asked, gently kissing the top of Brad's head. "Because he's feeling so bad, Dad! Because Tommy ..." "Shhhhh! It's okay, boys!" Dad whispered. "I'm so proud of you guys! All three of you!" It was then that I realised what Jeff had told me about Brad. That although he was rough and tough on the outside, inwardly Brad's heart was loving and gentle and that he loved and was as protective of me as was my brother, Jeff. ****************************** I welcome your comments. Write to me at Rim4you@webtv.net