Date: Sat, 29 Jan 2022 19:33:15 +0000 From: Jane Smith Subject: Count Your Blessings - Chapter 1 This is the first chapter of a story I see being at least 3, but could be expanded if there's sufficient interest. You can contact me at allseeingpigeon@outlook.com (I read every email, though I don't always have time to respond) or on Wickr as allseeingpigeon. Feedback and comments are always welcomed. Nifty is a vast, invaluable resource, so why not make a financial contribution at https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ? ~&~ COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS CHAPTER ONE My life was graced with an unusual number of blessings. First, a slightly larger than average cock, 8 inches and cut. Second, a wife who shared my fetishes. Third, the beautiful little boy she gave me; and finally, a big house out in the country where nobody could hear that young boy scream. I `met' my wife while browsing filthy stories on a website. She was a writer, and a talented one at that -- anyone can vomit words onto a page and call it fantasy, but it takes craft and experience to fashion that into something worth reading. I'm no grammar Nazi, but nothing makes me hit the `back' button faster than poorly-written porn. The stories on my website of choice were broken down into category, unsurprisingly, but there was a lot of overlaps in those categories. My then-to-be wife's stories sat right in my sweet spot, crossing daddy/son with bestiality. And she'd written so much. Occasionally she branched out into other things, other incestuous pairings, but always -- always -- there was a dog. Or two. Her breeding gangbangs got me weak at the knees. Eventually I plucked up the courage to send her an email. Of course, at the time I had no idea she was a woman; I just wanted to express my joy with her writing. But we got chatting, first by email, then by secure message service. After the standard dance of sharing our fantasies, we finally introduced ourselves: - she was Lilah, I was Jacob, and at 33 years old she was 2 years younger than me. No last names at that point. Chatting led to swapping photos (body shots only) and, very quickly, photos of us pleasuring ourselves. Then short videos. When she sent me a vid of a dog-knot dildo spewing fake, gooey cum from her shaved pussy, I watched it over and over again, until my dick was sore and I was forced to leave it alone for a few days. We spiralled together after that. We shared more explicit content that we'd gathered from the dark corners of the web; women fucking dogs, sucking their hard red cocks. Little boys and the fat older men abusing them. Women and their children, boys and girls. Finding a woman who was as into this as me was a rare treat, and in the back of my mind I did wonder whether it might be some kind of police sting, but I was mostly thinking with my dick. She seemed on the level. Sharing vids led to physical meet-ups. She was as beautiful in real life as she had been in photo and video; slim, with C cup breasts and dark brown nipples. A flat stomach and shaved pussy. Shoulder length brown hair. Her sex drive was higher than mine, another rarity. Lust became love which soon become marriage. When my parents died, they left me their house out in the country, a rangy, wood-clad building in the middle of several acres of forest. Perfect seclusion. Trips to town took a while, but it was a small price to pay for being able to fuck in the yard if we wanted. And we did. The very first week we moved in, we bought a pair of puppies from a farm further out in the sticks, and as soon as they were old enough, we taught them how to mount a bitch. We've kept dogs ever since. We take turns being the bitch. Lilah made it clear before we got married that if we had any kids, she'd be playing with them, and would expect me to as well. She and her brothers had all been molested by their father and, had he not passed before we met, she would have let him at any kids we had, too. Her one stipulation was that they wouldn't be penetrated before they hit 10 or 11. We had a boy. We named him Tristan, for Lilah's father. He shared her dark hair but had my nose and chin. The first couple of years was a blur of nappies and screaming and baby-mess, and neither of really thought much of playing with him. We had each other, and the dogs, to meet our needs. But as he grew, so too did our attraction. ~&~ "Daddy, you snore." That made me laugh. "Yup. So does Mommy," I replied in a stage-whisper, "but don't ever let her hear you say that." Lilah jabbed me none-too-gently in the ribs. I'd pay for that comment tonight, when she railed me with her massive plastic dog-cock, but that was something else to look forward to. Because right now, we were about to molest our son for the first time. Tristan was 9 now. We'd made a point of letting him sleep in our bed a couple of times a week, as a treat. We used the opportunity to get him used to being touched. We stroked his back, his chubby little belly, his legs. His arms and shoulders. I snatched him up in a bear-hug that made him squeal and giggle. I dropped a big, sloppy daddy-kiss on his soft cheek, then arranged him between us so that he was half-sitting up on the pillows. My arm was around his shoulders, leaving my free hand to stroke over his chest. His nipples were soft points under my thumb. Lilah lay propped on one arm, her hand on the side of her face. Her fingers brushed against mine as they stroked over his belly. "I think he's old enough for the birds and the bees talk," she told me, eyes sparkling with arousal. "Don't you?" "Absolutely." I let my hand brush over his tiny cocklet, delighted to find it already half-hard. We'd both `accidentally' touched him like this many times before, so that it wouldn't be such a big step when we finally gave him his first dry cum. "OK, big guy, so here it goes. This," and I took his dick between finger and thumb, "we've been calling it a willy, right?" He looked uncertain. This was the first time I'd directly touched him like this. "Uh huh," he said in a low, husky voice. "Well, there are other names for it. The medical term is a penis. Slang names are cock, dick, and all sorts of others. When you're old enough, your body will produce sperm. Also known as spunk or cum." Tristan was stiffening in my fingers. My own morning wood had sprung to full hardness the second I touched him. "People are basically IKEA furniture, right? When you inset Flap A into Slot B, wonderful things happen." That made Lilah laugh as well as Tristan. I plunged on. "Boys and men, we're Flap A," I continued. "Girls and women are Slot B. They have a vagina, also known as a pussy or cunt." Lilah obligingly pulled the blanket back and lifted up her short T-shirt nightie. Her hairless slit was already moist. God, she was sexy bitch. "So men put their penises in women's vaginas?" Tristan asked. His little-boy voice was so serious I had to bite my lip not to laugh. "That's right. If enough care and preparation is undertaken by both sides, it can be very pleasurable." I started stroking his little nubbin, loving the way he twitched next to me. "Eventually the man has so much pleasure it feels like he has to pee, but he doesn't. He has what's called an orgasm. Or a cum. He shoots his sperm inside the woman. If he's not wearing a condom, or if she's not on the pill or using some other form of contraceptive, she'll more than likely have a baby." "Is that how I was made?" His innocent little face frowned as he followed the path of logic. "You put your penis in her vagina, had an orgasm, and shot your sperm in her?" "Sure did." I loved that he seemed completely unembarrassed. "That's called sex, or fucking. I fucked your mom, shot my spunk inside her, and created you." My cock was hard as hell, aching to be touched. Lilah, I noticed, was gently stroking her pussy lips with a couple of fingers. "There are other kinds of sex," I continued. "Because it feels so good, anyone can do it. They just have to do it different ways. So two guys can have sex, if one fucks the other in the butt. Or two women can have sex, either using a plastic cock or with their fingers." Lilah's soft moan caught Tristan's attention. She'd obligingly sunk two fingers deep inside her wet snatch. Fucking beautiful. "Then there's more exotic kinds of sex. A mommy and daddy can have sex with their boy," and I kissed his cheek again, slowly this time, "or with the family dog." Tristan's eyes grew wide with surprise. "Wow! With the dog? Wow!" I almost laughed. The idea of getting bent over by his folks, he didn't bat an eye. But the dog? The coolest thing since sliced bread. Kids were weird. Cool, but weird. "Of course, you have to be real careful," I cautioned. "Sex between parents and kids is illegal, and so is sex with dogs. We would get sent to prison if anyone ever found out, and you'd be taken away from us. You'd have to go live in the care system." I didn't want to scare him, but it was important that he understood how to keep his mouth shut. "I won't tell anyone," he said immediately. He was bright enough to realise that, because I was stroking his spike-hard dicklet, some sort of sex was in the offing. "Promise," I said sternly. "I promise, Daddy. I don't want you or Mom to go to jail." "Good boy." I kissed his cheek, his forehead, and then his lips. They were soft and smooth, warm, plump, and utterly delicious. I teased his mouth open with my tongue and sucked his lower lip. "Now settle down, and let daddy make you feel good. Remember, you may feel like you need to pee, but that will be your orgasm." "Your body is too young to make cum yet," Lilah said. Her fingers were squelching as she slowly thrust them in and out of her pussy. "So when you orgasm, we call that a dry cum." "Do women make sperm too?" "No, honey." She leaned in and kissed his lips, as I had, briefly sucking his tongue. She was breathing hard now. "We have fluids though. The wetter we get, the more turned on we are." He looked between her spread legs. "You must be very turned on, Mommy." "I am, baby boy, I am..." I stroked Tristan's cocklet, briefly sucking my fingers to get them wet. He closed his eyes, clearly lost in the feelings as I jerked him; he was moaning and gasping. He looked so goddamned delicious. I couldn't help it. I bent over and sucked his cock, tiny balls and all, into my mouth. He let out a startled gasp. His hips started to buck. I held him down and sucked, swirling my tongue over his dick, over his balls, working it over his little head. "Daddy... Daddy..." His broken gasp was music to my ears. Finally he squealed and arched against me, then slumped back down on the bed. I pulled back, giving him a huge grin. "How was that, buddy?" "That felt..." His face and chest were red, and he was a little sweaty. Beautiful. Perfect. "That was real good, Dad." "Glad to hear it." I looked at Lilah, who was still finger-fucking herself. "Would you like to watch sex first-hand?" "Sure!" We rearranged ourselves. Tristan and Lilah swapped places. I was all for fucking her missionary style, but a single hand on my chest let me know she wanted to control it. I had no issues with that. So I waited, arms over my head and on the pillow, as she straddled me. Tristan and I both watched as she spread her pussy lips, lined herself up, and sank down on my hard, aching cock. "Mother of God, that's so fucking good," I hissed, arms moving to grab her waist. She moved my hands up to her small breasts, then started to ride me. This wasn't going to take long. She rode me hard and fast, grinding her pussy down on my cock, milking me for everything she was worth. She furiously rubbed her clit and after just a few minutes she was moaning through an orgasm. Tristan was watching us intently, his eyes flitting from my face, to his mother's, to her breasts, to the place where we joined. His hand was on his cock as he stroked himself. That was more than enough to set me off -- I blasted in Lilah's pussy, grunting through my orgasm. She pulled off and slumped back on the bed beside me, panting and smiling. She spread her legs. "Look, honey." She gestured. My cum was oozing out of her slit. "That's what sperm looks like. That's your Daddy's sperm." She trailed her fingers through the gooey mess, then brought them to her mouth and sucked them clean. Holy fuck. "Want to try some?" "What does it taste like?" Tristan asked cautiously. "Well, you won't find out unless you try." Oh my God. She was going to get him to lick my cum off her fingers. My wife was a slutty fetish goddess and I loved every inch of her glorious mind and body. Lilah scooped more of the mess onto her fingers and held them out. Tristan moved closer and, cautiously, licked them, his pink tongue darting out. "It tastes salty," he said. "Kind of... not icky, I guess, but..." I swooped in and sucked the rest of my cum off her fingers. "Delicious," I said, giving my son a wink, "but not as great as yours is going to taste, when your body starts making it." Tristan blushed and grinned. We were going to have so much fun.