Date: Sun, 13 Feb 2022 18:05:08 +0000 From: Jane Smith Subject: Count Your Blessings - Chapter 3 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, however please do not send me photos without asking first. This story is fantasy and has no basis in reality. Nifty is a vast, invaluable resource, so why not make a financial contribution at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ? ~&~ COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS CHAPTER THREE Teaching my young son to become a sexual creature was a giddy delight. There wasn't a day that passed when I didn't want to throw him down and ram my 8 inches into what I knew would be a deliciously tight little hole; there wasn't a morning that went by when I didn't imagine what his scream would sound like. But I loved my wife. I would wait. There were still so very many ways we could have fun. His pre-bedtime treat became a regular occurrence. Over the next few weeks, we brought him into our bedroom; sometimes he stripped off when he was there, other times he came naked, and sometimes we changed into his cute little PJs first. Occasionally -- if the day had been particularly full of activities -- he fell asleep before his bedtime, and either I or Lilah would carry him off to bed. I made a point of stroking his little cocklet as I settled him down, gently molesting him and leaving him with a sleep stiffy. No wet dreams yet -- still too young -- but in a year or two... Almost every day he watched us fuck. I'd take Lilah in the pussy or ass, depending on what she or I wanted. He watched her blow me. He watched me shove my hard cock down her throat and choke her until she almost passed out. He watched me shoot my load all over her small tits and flat belly. I didn't bottom often, though I loved it. Taking my wife's cock was usually reserved as a punishment fuck if I'd forgotten to do a chore or said some particularly dumb male thing at the wrong time. I let her spank my ass or -- if I'd done something to really piss her off -- let her cane me. She loved seeing red stripes across my cheeks and, I quickly found out, so did my son. I wanted more. Lilah wanted more. I could see that Tristan definitely wanted more, though he didn't know what, exactly, he wanted. He was comfortable now listening to our dirty talk, and when there were words he didn't understand, we patiently explained them to him. ~&~ We took another step one Sunday morning. This was our favourite time to fuck; once the dogs were seen to, work was a distant threat and neither of us had any chores that couldn't wait until the afternoon. Tristan snuggled between us. Lilah had porn videos cast up on the wall-mounted TV screen, idly rubbing her clit as I jerked our son. He was developing his own preferences for pornography; similar to ours, though if ever anything caught his eye as we scrolled through, we let him watch. He had a particular fascination for black guys at the moment. Whether it was their big dicks, or their confidence, we always seemed to end up with one on the screen. I felt his little body shudder through his first dry cum of the day. A pink flush spread across his pale chest, and his tiny nipples were hard. On a whim, I leaned forward and swiped my tongue over the nearest, enjoying his sharp inhalation of breath. "Dad?" he asked as I drew back. "Yo." I ran my fingers over his smooth balls. "Can I do this to you?" "Jerk me off?" Of course, the answer was going to be yes. A thousand times yes. "Yeah. And... uh... I want to suck you," he added. "You know, like you did to me that first time?" Lilah turned lazy eyes on our son. "Ask using adult words, honey." Tristan looked back at me. He vacillated between dirty talk and ordinary, and I knew he struggled with his confidence. That was OK. It was improving. "I want to jerk your cock, Dad," he said softly. "I want to put it in my mouth and suck it until you cum." My erection twitched. It loved the suggestion. "And what do you want to do with my cum?" I asked. "Do you want to swallow it? Or should I blast it over your face? Over your chest?" He thought about the question. "Can you shoot over my dick?" he asked eventually. "I want to know what it feels like." I was going to devour my beautiful, perverted little boy whole. "You got it, bud." I pushed the blanket down, letting my heavy erection spring free, and folded my arms behind my head. Tristan reached out with one small hand and tried to wrap it around my shaft, but his fingers wouldn't meet. He stroked me with slow, careful strokes, constantly looking between my face and my dick. "Does this feel OK, Daddy?" "Feels great," I said truthfully. "How `bout you try to get it in your mouth now?" "What do I need to do?" Sweet boy. He was asking for instructions on how to give a blowjob. I loved him so hard it hurt. "Your mouth's pretty small, so you won't be able to take all of my cock just yet," I explained. "One day soon I'll be able to push it all the way down your throat, but we have to work up to that. Just for today, I want you to get used to feeling the head on your tongue." I moved his little hand up, guiding his hand so that he was polishing the head. I drew a ragged breath. Fuck, that was good. "Other than that, just explore with your tongue. And be careful with your teeth." He slid his hand down to the base of my cock, then leaned over even further and stuck his tongue out. I looked down as the pink, wriggling muscle slowly licked over the head. I twitched, letting out a gruff moan. Tristan took his time exploring, getting used to the taste as he ran his tongue down over my shaft and back up again. The feel of him digging into my piss slit was exquisite pleasure that had my balls drawing up tight before he'd even put me in his mouth, and I knew from Lilah's low moan that she was appreciating the show. He opened his mouth as wide as he could and closed his lips over the head of my cock. The wet heat was mind-blowing, and my eyes rolled back in my head. My hips jerked and I had to fight to keep still. Looking down again, feeling his tongue swirling under the ridge, his lips locked around me, all I wanted to do was put my hand on the back of his head and push him down. Force the full length of my cock down his 9-year-old throat. The fantasy made me moan again. When he was older -- more used to this -- then yeah, that's exactly what I was going to do. "How does it feel, babe?" Lilah asked, sliding closer. Her mouth hovered next to my ear, whispering filth straight into my brain. "Your little boy's tiny mouth wrapped around your hard, adult cock." I glanced down, and she was stroking his shoulders, the back of his neck. Her hand hovered on the back of his head. All I could do was groan a response. My fingers fisted in the sheets. "I can see you're holding back," she purred. "I can see you want to push him down all the way. Drive his mouth down on your cock." She slid her fingers through his soft hair, taunting me with my fantasy. "You want to fuck his throat. I bet he'd be so tight. He'd choke on your monster, choke and gasp as you hold it there till he passed out --" "I'm gonna cum!" I growled, roughly pushing Tristan away. He let out a startled squeak. I flipped so that I was on my knees and straddling his slim legs. I grabbed my dick and jerked hard, throwing my head back as I came. The first heavy spurt splashed over my son's chest. I aimed lower, catching his belly, and then -- finally -- his little erection. God, sucking me off had got him hard again. My thick cum coated his dicklet and balls. He giggled and ran his fingers through the mess, sucking them clean with a wet pop. "That was fun, Dad. I like it when you lose control like that." "Careful what you wish for," I said darkly, shooting Lilah a warning look. "One of these days I'm going to hold you down and fuck you till you scream." "Maybe that's what I want." Thank God I'd just shot my load, because his words would have broken my fragile self-control. "I think," I said carefully, "that your mom's got a lot to answer for." Her smirk was unrepentant. "And I also think you need to practise how to pleasure women as well as men." Tristan scooted over to her. I settled back against the pillows, happy to let her take over and watch the two of them together. Oral sex on a woman was a very different creature than with a man. Lilah spent a hot minute licking the remnants of my cum off of our son. Watching her suck him into her mouth was intense. I couldn't take my eyes away. It would be a little while before I was able to get hard again, but I had no doubt that I would. Watching a sexy woman licking a little boy's dick? Sure I'd get hard. "OK, honey," Lilah said eventually, settling back against the pillows and spreading her legs wide. "Lie down between my legs so you can get a good view." Tristan wriggled eagerly into place. Lilah was already wet -- unsurprisingly -- so I didn't think it would take the boy long to get her off. "Wow, Mom. Your... you-know...looks so different to Dad's cock." At her raised eyebrow, he corrected himself. "Your pussy, I mean. It looks real different." "That's because it's designed to squeeze out a baby," she replied. "Listen..." She ran through all the parts -- labia, clitoris, hood, outer lips. She kept her snatch smooth as a baby's ass, which gave Tristan the perfect view. "Some women experience pleasure from vaginal penetration," Lilah explained. "A lot of them don't. But that's OK, because many women can cum through clitoral stimulation." "But how? It's so small." Lilah laughed. "Size isn't everything. The best things come in tiny packages, like you, baby." She ruffled his hair. "It's like a little cock. If you rub it, lick it, suck on it, it's pleasurable for a woman." She took his small hand and placed it, palm open, over her pubic mound. "Go on." Tentatively he ran his fingers through her wet slit, lubing them up. He brought them to his mouth and tasted them. My dick started twitching. Under Lilah's guidance he found her clit and started gently rubbing on it, getting bolder as Lilah began to react. She was shivering with pleasure, her nipples standing hard and proud as she pinched them. "Like that, baby." Her breathing was unsteady. "Good boy. Rub Mommy's clit, just like that..." Her back arched. She was close to cumming, but she pushed his hand away. "Next lesson," she said at his confused look. "Oral sex. On a woman, it's called cunnilingus." "Cun-ni-lin-gus." Tristan slowly pronounced the unfamiliar word, then tilted his head to one side. "That's where I suck on your clit, right?" "Uh huh. You can also put your tongue inside my vagina, it simulates actual fucking." My wife was guiding our son through his first pussy-licking. I grabbed my still mostly-soft dick and squeezed. Tristan leaned forward and buried his face in his mother's soaking snatch. His head bobbed as he worked her clit, and occasionally he'd look up at her, but her head was thrown back against the pillows. My dick was definitely now hard and standing straight. Suddenly Lilah giggled, though it was a soft, gasping sound. "That's where my pee comes out," she laughed, running a hand through her hair. "It's called a urethra. Same as the hole on the end of yours and Dad's cock." "It's not really big enough to fuck," I chimed in. Not for want of trying. "But you can get a finger in there, on a woman. Some guys put things down theirs, it's called sounding." That made Tristan lift his head. "Really?" He seemed aghast, his mouth smeared with Lilah's juices. "Men can put things down their willy?" I grinned. "Never tried it, myself, but there's plenty of porn if you're interested." Lilah gently guided our son's head back down to her pussy. "Less talking, more sucking. You've got your mommy right on the edge, kiddo." He returned to suckling his mom's clit, and it wasn't long before her whole body was arching in an orgasm. She was beautiful when she came, her breasts and upper chest covered in a deep red blush. Her steady stream of filthy talk quickly degenerated into guttural grunts and groans, and finally a long, low cry of pleasure. She encouraged him to wriggle up her body, holding him loosely, and kissed his mouth. I inched in closer and turned his head for a kiss of my own, making it lose and sloppy so I could lick her juices off his face. ~&~ We packed Tristan off to the bathroom to get washed and dressed, then engaged in a quick, hard fuck that left Lilah screaming. I forced her face into the pillow. Knowing my cock was ploughing where our son's little tongue had just been delving, I came so hard I thought my balls would turn inside out. Over breakfast I saw Tristan looking curiously at one of the dogs. We had 3 boys; one was a Beagle called Smoky, an older dog who mostly slept in the house. The second was Bandit, an energetic Labrador that my wife and I both loved to play with. He divided his time between the house and the yard. The third was Ranger, a big Mastiff-type we kept for security. He lived in the yard, had a weather-proof kennel, and was hostile to anyone we hadn't trained him to recognise. And if I'd earned my wife's displeasure -- over something considered more severe than punishment with a dog dick strap-on or a caning warranted -- I got pushed out into the yard for a real punishment fuck. Ranger considered every human on all fours his bitch and wasn't shy about showing it. "Dad," Tristan asked contemplatively, "do all dogs have different sized willies?" "Cocks, honey," Lilah corrected absently, dropping a kiss on his head in passing. "Yes," I replied. "They do all have different sized cocks. Little dogs mostly have little ones. Big ones like Ranger outside," and I tipped my head toward the window, "are hung like horses." "Do horses...?" "Absolutely enormous," I said, holding my hands apart to indicate the length of a horse cock. Neither my wife or I had ever played with a horse -- we both had too much fear of getting kicked -- but horse dildos were enough. "Would you like to learn how to suck dog cock?" He glanced at his mother. She nodded and smiled. "I guess." He sounded uncertain. "Is it very different to yours?" "Well, dogs have got something called a knot," I explained. "It's basically a plug. When they fuck, it stops their cum leaking out and helps make sure their bitch gets pregnant." "Why don't people have knots?" "Now that is an excellent question, and one I don't have the answer to." He smirked -- the great and mighty Dad didn't know everything. "But one thing I do have the answer to is how to suck dog cock. You game?" "Sure, OK." Smoky the Beagle was dozing in his basket, keeping half an eye out for any fallen food. I moved from my seat and sat on the kitchen floor next to his basket, cross-legged, and encouraged Tristan to kneel next to him. The dog's tail started lazily thumping. Gone were the days of prancing happily around our feet -- unless there was food involved, he didn't much care. "Pet him," I encouraged, then watched as Tristan reached out and stroked his ribs. "OK, now slide your hand down. Touch his sheath. That's kind of the equivalent of a man's foreskin." Tristan's little hand moved down to Smoky's sheath. He stroked it, feeling the way the dog's cock moved inside. "Touch his balls," I said softly. Tristan cupped his furry balls, rolling them in his fingers. Lilah, I noticed, was leaning back against the counter with her hand in her jeans. "OK, now keep stroking his sheath until his cock starts to come out," I instructed. "That's it." The red tip poked out, quickly followed by the short length of the dog's dick. It was thin and pointed, the knot at the end pretty small. Lilah and I had taken that in our mouths a few times. "Now lick your hand," I said. "Get it nice and wet, then start to jack his cock like you would mine. Not too quick though, and be gentle." Tristan licked his palm, then slowly wrapped his fingers around Smoky's rocket. He jacked it with care. The dog was panting now. My own cock was hard in my pants, straining against my jeans, and would soon require attention. "That's it," I said softly. "Good boy." My son? The dog? Both? "Lick his dick. Put it in your mouth, but be careful of his knot." Tristan leaned forward. No hesitation now. His own cock was an obvious little spike in his shorts. He started lapping at Smoky's shaft, slurping over it, then closed his small mouth around the length. His smooth, perfect pink lips stretched around the meaty pole. Smoky was panting harder this time, his hips jerking a little. To be on the safe side, I moved around to the other side and got my fingers around his knot, just to make sure it didn't go into my son's mouth. "When he cums it'll just start pumping," I said. "If you don't like the taste, that's OK, you can spit it out. Don't swallow if you don't want to." Dog cum was an acquired taste. But Tristan's throat was already working. Smoky was already shooting his thin, watery cum in my son's mouth, the suckling sounds filling the silent room, and he was swallowing it. I felt as if my cock was about burst out of my pants. "Good boy," I said again, rubbing the back of Tristan's head. Touching the silky strands of his hair. With my other hand, I unfastened my jeans and finally released my cock. Tristan pulled off the dog with a wet slurp and started gobbling my own cock. He still couldn't get much down -- not more than an inch or two -- but it was enough; I came with a hoarse cry, shooting my much thicker cum across his tongue. The urge to force my cock down his young throat was intense, but I held back, instead contenting myself by reaching into his shorts and roughly jerking his little dick. He cried out around his mouthful, adding to the intensity of my orgasm, and soon I felt his body shaking through a dry cum. Tristan finally pulled away. I slumped back. Smoky was licking his nuts, and Lilah was licking her fingers clean. "Great floor show," she said breathlessly, "but these dishes aren't going to do themselves." "Aw, Mom!"