Date: Sat, 5 Mar 2022 17:05:01 +0000
From: Jane Smith <allseeingpigeon@outlook.com>
Subject: Count Your Blessings - Chapter 5

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COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS
CHAPTER FIVE

My 10-year old son Tristan loved having his ass fingered, and it soon
became apparent that he enjoyed it even more than having his cocklet
stroked. We worked on getting him to take two fingers and, when he was
comfortable being worked open like that, we started on the smallest of our
butt plugs.

They drove him crazy. At first I left them in for a few minutes, eventually
working up to half an hour. Each one pressed against his young prostate,
making his dick hard and keeping him that way. Sometimes he could even give
himself a dry cum by wriggling his ass against his seat, nudging the plug.

It made him hot and needy. I was finding it increasingly difficult to keep
myself in check, to avoid pulling that plug out of his ass and ramming my
cock in its place. But I wouldn't. I'd promised Lilah, and I had a duty to
my son.

That being said... I was still counting down the months.

Over the summer holidays, we had family come to visit for a week: - Lilah's
older brother Phil, his wife Natalie, and their two children. Noah was the
eldest and had just turned 14, while his sister Isla was 12. Natalie was
almost 7 months pregnant.

We'd played with both Phil and Natalie over the years, but hadn't yet had
the opportunity to play with their kids. They'd both been brought up in our
family tradition and I couldn't wait to see what they'd learned.

Phil was a big guy, tall as well as wide. He had a big gut and a chest
thickly covered with hair. His cock wasn't as long as mine -- only about 6
inches -- but it was as thick as my wrist. I knew from experience that it
was like getting fucked by a beer can.

I flip-flopped either way with my preferences -- equally as happy to give
as to receive -- but Phil was a bull and proud of it. His wife Natalie was
a beautiful, sensual woman, her hair dark and her skin tanned. Her pregnant
belly stretched her maternity dress, which already strained under her
large, full breasts.

Their boy Noah was small for his age, his body slender and pale. There was
a softness to him that appealed, that made my dick sit up and take
interest. His sister Isla still had more than a trace of puppy fat around
her face and body.

"You fucking your boy yet?" Phil asked as he helped us prepare lunch. The
kids were in the yard, playing with Bandit and Smoky. Ranger was safely
chained up in his pen.

"Working on it," I replied. "Stretching his ass. Teaching him how to use
his mouth and tongue." I squeezed my crotch, remembering how good it felt
to have a young pair of lips wrapped around my dick.

"Yeah? On Lilah, too?"

"Hell, yeah. She'll kneel over him and press his face into her pussy. It's
the hottest damned thing. What about your kids?"

"Noah's a sissy," he said proudly. "Loves a cock down his throat. Lingerie,
spanking, rough handling, he fucking loves it."

I arched an eyebrow.

"Seriously," he hastened to say. "He chose this. He needs it. As soon as he
was old enough to understand what it meant, he was asking for `harder,
faster, deeper, Daddy.' He's got a massive shame kink."

I let out a low whistle. I was looking forward to finding out just much of
a sissy the willowy boy had become.

"And Isla?"

His dreamy smile made my cock lurch. "The sweetest, tightest pussy you over
fucked. I have to go careful so I don't hurt her, but damn."

"And Natalie's pregnant again. You hoping for another boy or girl?"

"Honestly, I'd be happy with either so long as it's healthy."

We shared a knowing smile. Being a father could be frightening, but it was
the most rewarding job in the world.


~&~


After hours spent catching up, shooting the breeze and sinking a couple of
drinks, we separated into two groups -- Lilah, Natalie, and Isla went off
to play in our spare room, while I kept Phil, Tristan, and Noah in the
lounge. The two house dogs, our Beagle Smoky and the Labrador, Bandit, were
shut into the kitchen. Phil had asked if we could play with Bandit, and I
was more than happy to oblige.

Tomorrow we'd switch; Tristan and I would get to play with Natalie, Isla,
and my wife. But tonight was going to be one giant sausage fest.

When the women were gone, Noah settled on the sofa beside his dad, while
Tristan scooched close to me on the other sofa.

"Your Uncle Phil was telling me about your cousin's kinks," I explained to
Tristan. "You've watched videos with sissies in, so you know a little bit
about them, but Phil gets pretty rough with him. Isn't that right?" I
looked over to my brother-in-law.

"Noah's got what we call a shame kink," Phil said. "That means he gets off
on being shamed. He also likes pain and domination." He reached out without
looking and gripped Noah's crotch. The boy twitched but said nothing,
looking at me and Tristan with large, dark eyes. He was a beautiful kid.

"Not everybody is into things like this," I cautioned my son. "This is kind
of extreme, even for us. And Phil only does this because it's what Noah
wants. Noah lets him do these things to him. He enjoys it. If there's
anything you see or do here tonight that you don't like, or you're not
comfortable with, just holler up and we'll do something else. You
understand, Tristan?"

"Uh huh." He nodded. "I promise, Dad."

"Good boy." I leaned down and kissed his mouth, taking a hot second to suck
his tongue into my mouth. I still had to wait to fuck his ass, but if
14-year-old Noah could take his dad's beer can with no problems, he'd sure
as hell take mine.

I unzipped my fly and fished my already-hard dick out of my pants. Beside
me, Tristan did the same. Phil would invite us to join in at some point,
but for now I was content to watch.

Phil's eyes lingered on my son. He licked his lips.

"Your boy has the prettiest little cocklet," he said. "Can't wait to see
his ass."

I grinned. "Soon."

Phil turned to his own son and grabbed his chin, pressing their lips
together in a rough kiss that left Noah gasping. He spit in the boy's
mouth, then on his face, smearing his saliva over his cheeks, before he
went back in for another punishing kiss.

His hand curled around Noah's throat and pushed him back against the
cushions. Phil got up on the sofa, kneeling over his slender body while he
pulled the waistband of his sweatpants down and brought out his massive
cock.

It was my turn to lick my lips. Taking that monster was a skill, and I
remembered all too well the way he loved to shove it down my throat.

Phil slapped Noah's face with an open-handed blow that knocked his head to
one side. I glanced at Tristan to see how he was reacting to the violence,
and was heartened to see his eyes fixed on his cousin and uncle, his hand
slowing stroking his little wood.

"Open up," Phil grunted, grabbing his son's chin again and forcing his
mouth open. He slapped Noah's face a few times with the end of his dick,
then pushed the bulbous head past his lips.

I thought he might give him a minute to adjust. I was wrong. He just pushed
his cock deeper into Noah's mouth and, I assumed, his throat; the boy was
choking, his face turning red, spittle already gathering around his
lips. His slender hands clamped on his dad's meaty thighs.

Phil grunted and started to fuck his son's face, holding his dick down his
throat again and again. Each time he pulled back long enough for Noah to
take a few shuddering, coughing breaths, then pushed right on back in. Soon
enough the kid's eyes were wet with tears.

Finally, Phil moved back, rolling off the sofa to stand on his feet. He
pulled off his clothes and tossed them aside, then turned back to Noah, who
was still gasping and wiping his eyes. The kid had made no move to defend
himself or stop his father.

"Get up," Phil barked. "Take your clothes off. Show your uncle and cousin
what a needy little sissy slut you are."

Noah slid off the sofa and onto his feet. He lifted his T-shirt off and
over his head, tossing it aside to reveal a pretty pink bra beneath. There
was nothing to fill those tiny cups, but the thought of getting to see his
nipples made me drool. I stroked my cock faster.

Noah pushed his jeans off and put them with his T-shirt. He was wearing
cute panties underneath, the same pink as his bra, and I let my eyes roam
over his body. Narrow shoulders, slender arms and legs, slim
chest. Surprisingly round and firm ass.

The bulge in his panties didn't quite correspond to the shape of an
erection, and when Noah tugged the waistband down, I understood why.

"What's that, Dad?" Tristan asked.

"It's called a cage," I explained, studying the plastic device. "A chastity
or cock cage. It stops guys getting a full erection, keeps their dick
locked down tight. They can still cum, though." I looked back at
Phil. "Does he shoot yet?"

Phil caressed his son's ass. "Hell yeah. And how. If I didn't keep him in
the cage, he'd be jerking off a dozen times a day."

Phil sat down again on the sofa, pulling Noah's arms until he fell over his
father's legs. He tugged the seat of his panties down, exposing the creamy,
smooth skin of his ass, then used his other hand to grip the back of his
son's neck.

"Gotta warm sissies up before you fuck them," Phil grunted, slapping Noah's
ass. The boy's plump cheeks jiggled, but he made no sound. "Don't stop till
they squeal, that's what my dad always used to say to me."

Tristan and I watched as Phil spanked Noah raw, quickly turning his ass
cheeks pink and then red. After the third or fourth slap, Noah started
yelping quietly. They turned to loud yelps and then wails of pain.

I stopped touching my dick completely, afraid that I would cum too soon. I
wanted this with Tristan. I wanted to spank his little baby butt until he
cried, as Noah was crying, tears pouring down his face.

"Good boy," Phil said, rubbing his palm over his son's heated skin. He
still had his other hand clamped around his neck. "Only the best sissies
can take a spanking like that."

I looked at Tristan. He was mesmerised, his body shaking through a dry cum.

"You like watching that?" I whispered to him.

"It's so hot, Dad."

"Want me to do that to you one day?"

A pause. "Maybe?"

I kissed his lips again. "Think about it."

Phil, meanwhile, had manoeuvred his son so that he was bent over the arm of
the chair, his ass out and little caged cock dangling between his legs. He
kept himself shaved, by the look of it, without a hair anywhere I could see
below the neck. It made him seem even younger. He looked so delicious I
wanted to eat him up whole.

"Got any lube?" Phil asked.

"Here." I tossed him the bottle I'd purposefully put down the side of my
own sofa.

Phil took a moment to slather lube on his son's pink, puckering hole, and
more on his cock. And that was as much preparation as he allowed. No
fingering; no stretching; he just lined his cock up with Noah's hole and
started pushing in.

Noah yelped and whimpered. Phil grabbed his hips and slammed forward,
ramming inside him. Noah screamed.

Good God, I was about ready to shoot here and now. This, more than
anything, I wanted with my son. The promise I'd made to Lilah seemed like
such a distant thing now.

Phil leaned forward, his big belly hanging over Noah's back, and slapped
his hand over the boy's mouth. Noah's screams were muffled. Phil pounded
into him with hard, punishing strokes, fast and deep.

"Get on up here," he grunted to me. "Get your cock in his slut mouth, shut
him up while I fuck."

I scrabbled to obey, shucking out of my clothes faster than I ever had
before. It was the work of a moment to kneel up on the sofa.

Phil took his hand away from Noah's mouth. While the boy was drawing breath
for another ragged wail, I shoved my cock past his lips.

Noah choked. I held his head in placed and fucked his mouth, then pulled
him off, letting him catch a breath. If he was too busy trying to breathe,
he'd stop whimpering.

We spit-roasted the boy for the next ten minutes or so. Phil fucked like a
pile-driver, never once letting up his frenetic pace, and I wondered how
the hell he had so much stamina. But eventually he let out a feral roar,
and his fucking movements stopped.

He pulled out of his son's abused hole, then stepped back, panting.

"Your turn," he said, slapping my arm.

As a sweat-soaked Phil slumped down beside my son, I took his place behind
Noah, savouring the site of the boy's red-raw ass and his gaping pink
hole. Phil's cum was already trickling out. Noah sniffed and gasped.

I pushed my cock in before his gape could close, soon meeting
resistance. My cock was inches longer than Phil's; Noah's ass was tight and
hot, Phil's cum squelching nastily as I went in balls-deep. Noah moaned and
started shaking, his whole body trembling.

"Check that out," I heard Phil say. "Your cousin's having a
sissy-gasm. Your dad's cock is pushing against his prostate."

"I love it when Dad does that to me with his fingers." Tristan's voice was
shaky with desire. "Sometimes he puts a butt plug inside me, which does the
same thing."

Phil ruffled his hair, letting his hands linger on my son's narrow
shoulders.

"You should get used to that feeling," he chuckled. "Soon as your daddy
starts ploughing your sweet pussy, you'll be feeling it a lot."

I reached underneath us, feeling Noah's caged cock. He'd spunked over the
arm of the sofa. I scooped some up and fed it to him, leaning forward to
push my fingers into his mouth. He sucked them like the greedy little
slut-boy he was.

I humped slowly into his ass. Phil had pounded him, but I was going for
slow and dirty.

"You're such a pretty pussy-boy," I moaned into his ear, covering his body
with my own. "Your hole looks so good with cum dripping out of it, your ass
all red and raw."

I stabbed deeper, making him cry out. I wrapped my arms around him and
roughly shoved my hands inside his bra. His nipples were hard. I pinched
them roughly, pulling and tugging, making him yelp.

"Yeah, you love that, don't you? Love it when I hurt you? And you love it
when your daddy hurts you?"

"Y-yes!" Noah wailed, throwing his head back.

"You love taking your daddy's cock, huh?" I grabbed his hair and pulled,
exposing the pale column of his throat. "Love taking my cock? Bet you'd
take any man's cock, right? You a whore for cock? Whore for your daddy?"

"Yes! Yes!"

"Slut. Dirty slut. Fuck you hard." So much for a slow, dirty fuck; I was
pounding away as roughly as Phil had been, using Noah's hole, driving
deep. I kept glancing at my son, wishing it was him I was fucking, wishing
it was him I could make scream.

My balls twitched and I came like a fountain, shooting spurt after spurt of
creamy cum inside my 14-year-old's nephew's well-used boy-pussy. When I
pulled out, the two loads started dripping down his taint.

"Tristan?" I turned to my son. His dicklet was still hard as a spike. "You
want to fuck your cousin?"

Without being asked, Noah slithered onto the sofa, turning so that he was
on his back. He raised his legs and linked his hands under his knees,
exposing his hole. Well, if that wasn't an invitation, I didn't know what
was. The shame of being a teenaged pussy-boy about to be fucked by a kid
much younger than him -- a kid who didn't even shoot yet -- must be pushing
all his buttons.

Tristan stripped his clothes off and came over to us. "What do I do?" he
asked, looking between Noah and me.

"Climb up on the sofa," I said. "Get between his legs. That's right. You
can brace your hands on either side of his head. Yeah, just like that. Then
just push your cock into Noah's ass."

Tristan slowly eased his cock inside his cousin's boy-pussy. Noah
whimpered, his eyes rolling back. He probably couldn't feel too much -- it
would be like taking a couple of fingers -- but it was the degradation that
was making his slim body shiver.

"That's it," I said, moving to the other end of the sofa so that I could
stroke Noah's sweaty face. "Feel my little boy fuck your pussy. Feel his
10-year-old cock inside you. You're getting bred by a kid, sissy. And you
love it, love being such a good slut for your family."

I kept up a string of filthy words as Tristan awkwardly fucked my
nephew. He soon got into a rhythm, though, and it wasn't long before he was
shuddering through another dry cum.

"That's awesome, Daddy!" he said as pulled out. His cocklet was covered in
cum; I guided him over to Noah's head, then watched the teenager wrap his
lips around his cousin's shaft, sucking two loads off him until he was
clean.

"Glad you enjoyed it." I kissed him again. My own dick was getting hard
again, turned on by the crazy-hot scene. "But we've got one last cock for
Noah to take."

I opened the kitchen door and let Bandit in, watching the Labrador bound
into the room. His red rocket was already half-poking out of its sheath, no
doubt reacting to all the sex pheromones in the air.

As I was letting Bendit in, Phil got Noah back into his T-shirt, then got
him down on all fours on the floor.

"Why is he putting clothes back on, Dad?" Tristan asked, clearly confused.

"Because Bandit will scratch seven kinds of hell out of him if he doesn't
wear some protection," I explained. "Some people put socks on their dogs. I
think it's easier just to wear a T-shirt."

Noah had time to half-turn and see Bandit loping over to him, and then the
dog was on him. Bandit's front legs hooked over Noah's hips and thighs. The
dog started jerking away. I moved so that I could get a better view,
signalling Tristan to follow.

Bandit's cock fully emerged from its sheath, his hips moving wildly as
instinct made him search for a hole. Noah's ass was still gaping plenty and
it was easy for the dog's purple-red dick to ram right home. Bandit started
pounding away, his strokes rough and frenetic. There was no tenderness
involved with dog-fucking; no gentleness or consideration.

Even though Noah's head was down, I could still hear him whimpering and
moaning. His caged-up cock was leaking constantly, cum trickling from the
tip like a leaking faucet.

"What do you think?" Phil asked me, fisting his son's hair and yanking his
head up. He spit on the boy's face again. "Should I let the dog knot his
pussy?"

"Yes," I said without hesitation. "We've stretched him out, he can take
it."

This was one aspect of beast you had to be careful with. Dogs weren't
careful when they tried to pull out, and if that knot wasn't ready to
shift, you could be setting yourself up for a world of pain. While I hoped
that one day soon Bandit would breed my own son, I wouldn't let him take
the knot until he was much older.

Bandit -- oblivious to anyone except the hot, needy bitch underneath him --
kept fucking away. Noah's squeals told us the knot had entered his
ass. When Bandit stopped moving, I knew he was cumming.

"Look at this," I said to Tristan, easing the dog's tail aside. "See the
way his asshole twitches? That's the muscles inside. It means he's pumping
his cum inside Noah's pussy."

"That's going to be messy," he said, laughing.

"Sure is." I hesitated. "Wanna lick him out?"

He shrugged. "Sure."

We sat around and waited for another fifteen or twenty minutes. I kept an
eye on Bandit, helping him turn while causing the minimum discomfort to
Noah's used and abused ass. When his now-depleted knot popped free and his
slimy cock came out, Bandit moved away and started cleaning his junk.

Tristan knelt down behind his cousin. He eased the older boy's cheeks
apart, then buried his face in his ass.

Noah shuddered and moaned, clawing helplessly at the carpet as Tristan's
tongue worked inside him. I imagined what three loads -- two human, one dog
-- must taste like. Probably not that great. Dog cum was an acquired
taste. But Tristan ate him out without complaint, and from the way he was
beating his little meat, it seemed to be something he really enjoyed.

Phil came to stand beside me. We were both slowly stroking our dicks,
watching a 10-year-old reem a 14-year-old's boy-pussy.

"Turn over," Phil said, nudging his son's thigh with his foot. "Take that
T-shirt off, sissy."

Bandit had slunk off to his bed, completely ignoring us as he continued to
lick himself clean. Noah pulled his T-shirt off to expose his smooth, pale
skin and that sexy little bra. Tristan moved back in and this time started
licking the cum off Noah's cage, working his tongue inside. Noah was soon
moaning again.

"Fucking hot," Phil groaned, stroking his cock harder now. Faster. I
matched his pace. "I'm gonna blow a load over your little sissy titties."
He reached out and grabbed the bra, yanking the cups down.

Phil's spunk shot over Noah's chest, splattering his skin and the bra. When
I shot, my cum covered his belly and reached down as far as his smooth cock
and balls.

My son moved up and started licking him clean. I joined him, working my
tongue over Noah's beautiful skin, sucking Phil's spunk down while biting
and sucking on the boy's nipples.

When it was all gone, we helped Noah stand. Phil leaned in and hugged him,
kissing the top of his ruffled head.

"OK?" he asked his son.

"Yeah, Dad." Noah's beaming smile and confident voice made him smile in
return. "That was... can we do it again sometime?"

"Sure. What part did you like the best?"

"I have to pick just one?"

That made us laugh. "Never mind. Let's go put some cream on your poor ass."


~&~


When they'd both gone for a well-earned shower, I took Tristan aside and
sat down with him.

"Did you enjoy that?" I asked. "Was there anything that made you
uncomfortable?"

"I loved it." His smile seemed bright and genuine. "It kinda freaked me out
when Noah started screaming, but he didn't try to move away or stop Uncle
Phil, so I guess he must have liked what was happening to him."

"He did." I tapped the side of my head. "See, sex is more about what's up
here than what's down here." I patted his smooth ass. "Noah needs all the
filthy things we did to him, and he understands that if he ever says `no',
his dad will stop."

Tristan leaned in and hugged me. "I love you, Dad. I hope we can do that
again soon."

I grinned. "We sure will. But we're playing with the ladies tomorrow." I
thought of 12-year-old Isla, imagined what her hairless little pussy might
look like. Imagined what Natalie's swollen breasts might look like.

My dick twitched. Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough!