Date: Sat, 5 Feb 2022 19:28:25 +0000 From: Jane Smith Subject: Count Your Blessings - Chapter 2 I've had more feedback and contact than I expected, so thank you! It's great to know that other people share my perversions. I think there's going to rather more than 3 chapters, as there's a lot of content I want to explore before I get to my endgame. 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 http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ? ~&~ COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS CHAPTER TWO Now that we'd given Tristan the `birds and the bees' talk -- or rather, the `birds and the bees and the dog' talk -- we felt it was time to start expanding his sexual education. Lilah maintained that at 9 years old, he was still too young to be fucked, and I'd just have to wait until he was 10 or 11. Though I was a little disappointed, I understood. I had to wait until his body was able to take my 8-inch monster. And even then, his first time was going to hurt. A perverse part of me wanted it to hurt. I'd long ago stopped trying to reconcile the two sides of myself. I loved my wife and son, loved them more than life itself, but that didn't stop me from becoming aroused at the idea of causing them physical pain. I guess that made me, in part, a sadist. But I'd also stopped worrying about labels. Molester; dog's bitch; paedophile. They were just words. Sexual pleasure was a natural part of being human, so why should it be considered deviant? I couldn't fuck Tristan -- not yet -- but there were so many other things I could do. Things we could do as a family. And we started that very night. I'd expected Lilah to fuck me for making a crack about her snoring, and I wasn't disappointed. ~&~ "Let's do it now," Lilah whispered in my ear as we were watching TV. Her hand crept onto my crotch, massaging my growing erection through my jeans. "Before Tristan has to go to bed. We could make this a pre-bedtime treat." "A treat for who?" She closed her fingers into a cage on my cock, giving it a quick, hard squeeze that made me gasp. "Get upstairs," she said. "I want you naked and on all fours on the bed, ready to receive. I'll bring our son." I glanced across at Tristan. He was playing with his toys in the corner of the room, disinterested in the trash we were watching on TV. I kissed Lilah's cheek. "Love you, babe." Her smile was serene. "Of course you do." ~&~ I stripped out of my clothes and climbed up on the bed, slowly fisting my cock as I waited for my wife and child to join me. Getting pegged was a turn-on. Getting pegged with a massive plastic dog-cock was an even bigger turn-on. Getting pegged with a massive plastic dog-cock, while my son watched and stroked his tiny little cocklet? I was going to cum stars. Lilah entered the room with Tristan holding her hand. There was nothing sexual about their movements, but it still made my dick twitch. "So you're going to put a fake penis in Dad's butt?" Tristan asked Lilah, eyeing me with curiosity. "I'm going to fuck his ass with a strap-on," she corrected. "Boys and men have this thing inside them called a prostate. When that gets nudged, it feels real good for them. Would you like to watch?" She was teaching him to talk dirty. Fucking hell. I really was going to cum stars. "Yes please!" She grinned. "Someone who watches people have sex is called a voyeur, although watching dirty videos doesn't count. Most voyeurs make themselves cum while watching people fuck, either by stroking their cock or clit, or by using toys. This is a good opportunity for you to learn to stroke yourself." "Like what Dad did to me this morning?" "It's called masturbation. Guys call it jerking or jacking, women call it jilling." Tristan blinked, clearly absorbing the information. "Do me a favour, honey?" Lilah asked, pointing to the wardrobe as she undressed. "There's a black box in there. Pull it out for us?" Tristan slid the wardrobe door aside and reached in, crouching to grab the box. He brought it over to the bed and put it down beside me. "Take your clothes off, sweetie," Lilah murmured in his ear. I'd never seen the boy move so fast. He tossed his clothes into the same corner I'd tossed mine (he was, of course, my kid through and through) and zipped back to his mom's side. "Adults have toys too," she explained, "and this is where we keep ours." He opened the box and peered inside. "That's a lot of toys." Smirking, Lilah reached in and removed her harness and dog dildo. "It sure is. Your father and I like to play." She lightly kissed his lips. "And now we get to play with you, too." "Are you going to put that fake dog penis in my ass?" he asked, then, at Lilah's raised eyebrow, corrected himself. "Fuck my ass, I mean?" Jesus. A 9-year-old with a potty mouth was hot as hell. "One day," she promised, "when you're older. And I'm hoping that one day we can get you on all fours with a real dog cock in your ass. But right now, you can help get your dad ready to take this bad boy." Making sure I was watching, she slid the dildo into the harness and adjusted until it was clamped tight, another attachment pressing snugly against her clit. Every thrust would stimulate her as well. She adjusted the straps and briefly caressed her breasts, pinching her nipples to hardness. She swiped a large bottle of lube from her bedside table and handed it to Tristan. "Kneel behind your dad," she said. "Like that, uh huh. Now, squeeze plenty of that stuff on your fingers. Don't be afraid to make a mess -- he put a towel down. Good boy." The bed dipped as Tristan climbed up. I lowered my back and spread my legs wide, letting him get a good look at my twitching asshole. "The stuff in the bottle is called lube," Lilah explained. "Lubricant. It's basically like WD40, but for sex." I laughed, burying my face against the duvet so she couldn't hear. Her hand squeezing the back of my neck told me I hadn't been successful. I heard the sound of the cap being flipped, then turned my head so I could see Tristan pouring thick, transparent lube on his little fingers. "What do I do now?" he asked. Several strands were already beginning to trickle onto the towel. "Work it around your dad's hole," Lilah said. "Get it nice and slick. Then start working your fingers inside him, one at a time." Tristan looked at me. He looked at his hand. I could almost see the cogs working behind his eyes; he glanced back to Lilah's strap-on, looked at my ass again, and then his hand. He looked back at the dog dildo. Then he tucked his thumb into his palm and moved his fingers closer together. Getting fisted by my boy hadn't been a fantasy before. It sure as hell was now. "Could I... you know... get my whole hand in there?" he asked thoughtfully. He didn't seem grossed out or reluctant to touch me like that, and I was pleased -- he just accepted it with a child's trust. Lilah laughed. "With enough lube and patience, absolutely. He took your Uncle Phil's hand a couple times." It had been more than a couple of times. It had been every night for a week. Then he'd spanked me raw and fucked me into a coma, all while Lilah watched and masturbated. That had been one hell of a birthday treat. I shivered as Tristan reached out with one slick little hand and traced a finger over my hole. That first touch made my dick lurch again, and I drew a sharp breath. He slid his finger up and down my crease, teasing the puckered hole, before gently easing the digit inside me. "It's real tight, Dad," he said. "Is it supposed to be like that?" "Sure," I said, trying to control my breathing. "Yours will be even tighter. There's nothing like the feeling of fucking an ass." "What about... fucking a... pussy?" He worked another finger inside me, clearly testing out the new words he'd learned. Testing our reactions. That darling little filthy mouth. I wanted to kiss him. "Different," I said. "But still awesome." "How does that feel?" Lilah asked, kneeling on the bed next to my head. She crouched down to whisper in my ear. "Your son's lube-smeared fingers working inside your greedy hole? A 9-year-old boy with his fingers in your ass." "Feels fucking great," I grunted back, kissing her thigh. If I strained, I'd just be able to get the fake dog cock in my mouth. The detailing was enough to make me drool -- a solid 9 inches long, narrow at the balls-end before flaring in the middle. It narrowed again to a pointed tip. The colouring was lifelike; dark red-purple at either end, lightening in the middle. I focussed particularly on the knot, a single textured lump of rubber the size of Lilah's fist. If I shot my load before she came, she forced me to take the knot. Tristan had eased more of his fingers inside me and was slowly working them around. I felt his thumb push against my hole, and then a minor burn as it slid in beside his other fingers. I groaned and dipped my head. Lilah stroked my hair. "Your cock's hard," she crooned softly. "I wonder if you could cum just from letting your little boy fist you." "Yes," I said immediately, hoping she'd let him. Hoping she'd let me. Her wicked smirk told me no. I sighed, but it wasn't as if I could complain -- I was about to get royally fucked. Lilah let Tristan work me open for another few minutes, his small fist sliding in and out of me. I wanted more. I wanted his whole fucking arm down to the elbow, pounding hard. I felt his free hand on my ass as he braced himself, and wondered what it would feel like for such a small hand to spank me. Again, letting my son dominate me hadn't been one of my fantasies, but it was on the rapidly growing list. "That'll do," Lilah remarked. Tristan pulled his hand free. I turned my head to see him wiping it on the towel. "Go wash your hands, baby, but hurry back." He shot into our bathroom, his little dick bouncing. I heard the sound of running water. "You just wait," I said mutinously. "When I teach him to eat pussy, he'll make you scream." Lilah laughed and began to smear lube over her fake cock. "Promises, promises." Tristan came back. Lilah beckoned him up beside her so that he could watch. He settled himself against the pillows, gently stroking his dicklet. Lilah positioned the head of her cock at my hole and pushed inside me. She wasn't gentle. I didn't want her to be. I groaned as she bottomed out, the knot stretching my hole even further but not entering. Not yet. It was a threat, and I was so turned on I knew she was going to end up ramming that knot inside me. I spread my legs further and lowered my ass so that Lilah could get a better angle. She grabbed my hips and fucked me; hard, deep strokes that made me yelp with each plunge. I kept my eyes on Tristan, flicking between his dick and his face. "Listen to the sounds your daddy's making," Lilah told him, grunting with each hard thrust. "Hear how much he likes this. Tell him, Jacob." "I fucking love this," I gasped. "And what do you love?" "I love... oh, God... I love getting fucked!" She was really ploughing into me now. "I love getting fucked by your mommy's dog cock! I love being her bitch!" My balls tightened as she pounded into me. I came hard, letting out a hoarse groan of intense pleasure, feeling spurt after spurt of cum splatter over the towel beneath me. "Bad boy," Lilah growled, leaning forward to grip the back of my neck with one hand. She drove in hard enough to force the knot inside me. The burning pain made me yell. It also intensified my orgasm, pushing me down onto my belly and into the hot mess I'd made on the towel. Lilah spent the next five or ten minutes humping my ass, grinding her clit against the strap-on attachment. Each hump worked the knot deeper inside me, tagging my prostate again and again until I was almost sobbing with pleasure. My cock stiffened again. Lilah's deep moan signalled her orgasm. She slumped against me, panting hard, her breath hot in my ear. Finally she pulled out. "Sit up," she said. "Let Tristan see the mess you made." I rolled over. Sitting up was beyond me right now. My cock stuck straight out, covered in gooey cum. Lilah leaned forward and sucked my erection into her mouth, cleaning off my cum and in the process triggering another orgasm. My hips jerked as I shot down her throat. Her dark chuckle echoed through the room as she pulled back. We both looked across at Tristan, who was beating his little meat as if tomorrow would never come. His whole body stiffened. He shook, gripped by the force of his dry cum. His soft groans made my dick twitch again. "That's enough for one day," Lilah said, slapping my cock playfully with one hand. "Go clean up. Tristan, go find your PJs, then say goodnight to us." "Aw, Mom..." "Now, Tristan." "Will your fuck my ass if I misbehave, just like Dad?" Oh, my boy. My beautiful, sweet, sexy, deviant boy. Lilah laughed. "When you're old enough? Absolutely. But right now? I'll settle with just spanking your delicious little butt, baby boy. Now go." Tristan giggled and scrambled off the bed.