Cherry Christmas/Chapter One
Cherry Christmas
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Chapter One
Holly, my youngest at seven, was my favourite. You shouldn’t play favourites, I know, but the little imp clung to me like a limpet and always bagged my lap. What can I say, she was a cuddler who vehemently defended her territory and her sister Heather knew better than to encroach on it. It wasn’t that I didn’t share my affection with my oldest daughter, who was nine, it was more that she wasn’t as cuddly and didn’t seem to require as much of my attention; at least that’s what I believed. How very wrong I was in my assumption and discovered how much intimacy she desired one afternoon while I minded her.
Both of my girls shared the same mousy blonde hair and blue eyes as their mum. Heather’s was an unkempt tousled mop whereas Holly had a perfectly groomed pony tail down to the middle of her back. My youngest still had a fair amount of puppy fat with the dearest poochy tummy and a fat mons that made a very nice camel toe in the tight, sexy knickers her mum bought her. I only looked, though, but did not touch. It made me wonder what my wife thought when she bought such sexy knickers for our seven year old, but I quietly thanked her. Now, Heather was almost ten and was very athletic and muscular with a fine set of legs. Recently, her hips had developed a subtle flair that complimented the new set of little knobs on her chest. They weren’t more than poky little walnuts that dented the tops of her thin little night dresses and bathers, but I secretly yearned for a closer look at their development.
One fateful afternoon, while my wife and youngest were shopping for Christmas gifts, along with the prerequisite visit and photos with Santa, I ended up minding Heather. She had recently passed the point where she believed in Santa, thanks to her mates who ruthlessly broke the news to her. Children can be so cruel sometimes and she didn’t believe them at first. But, one afternoon after realization dawned on her, she came home from school crying and latched herself inside her room. She did that sometimes after a fight or spat, and since it didn’t appear serious, we let her be. However, she was chipper when she came out for tea, but it was near bed time before she clued us in on the problem.
Of course, like a good parent, I admitted that I was Santa and showed her the costume I wore for the family gathering at our place and when I laid out presents on Christmas Eve. We had her swear that she would carry on as usual and wouldn’t breathe a word to her sister and spoil her fun. She missed Santa though and one part of her held onto the myth, but for now, she refused to visit the impostor her sister went to see. As a result, while mum and sis enjoyed the holiday bustle, we were supposed to share a quiet afternoon together watching the telly near a warm fire.
Heather was stretched out on the fuzzy rug in front of me and fidgeted a lot more than usual; like her knickers really itched her. The house dress she wore was unseasonably short with knee socks and no tights and my eyes were drawn like a magnet to her fingers. She ran them under the leg band several times and it was not to pull them over her bum cheeks, but loosen them instead. They were the very same knickers that had the nice slick streak which I added my contribution to. Her fiddling also bared quite a bit of bum cheek to my curious gaze. She had such a lovely bum and the reaction in my pants was immediate. The way she waved her legs in the air only focused my attention on the very snug gusset that sank into and split the fat folds of her lips. The more she pulled on the leg band, the deeper it dug into her slit and the more delectable lip was exposed.
I groaned while I watched a damp spot fan out from where her little pussy hole came in contact with the cloth… and proved too much for me. It was time for a quick trip to the loo so I could ease the pressure in my balls. But, before I could leave my chair she jumped to her feet and legged it to the loo. So, I took the opportunity to give myself a few choice squeezes to hold me over until her return. After she flew back to her spot on the rug, she carelessly allowed her skirt to ruck up over her bum… which I noticed was very bare. My cock lurched so hard it almost sliced a hole in my trousers. Before it could, though, I quickly flew to the loo only to be met with yet another and even nicer surprise.
There, in front of the bog, lay her tight little knickers... gusset up... and very juicy. “They were so wet she decided to leave them off,” I reasoned with myself.
I was frozen to the spot like a deer in the lamp light while the memory of my previously pleasurable encounter with the little knickers flooded back. Like a mindless zombie I picked them up and tucked the rich, fragrant gusset under my nose. It became a euphoric drug that I was hopelessly addicted to and was now helpless to resist. The heavily musk laden fabric, drenched with developing pheromones exploded in a flash of sparkling light behind my eyes. By reflex, my trousers and pants fell to my ankles and my hand became a blur on my cock.
“Whatcha doin’ dad?,” my daughter asked from the doorway, “Oh, that’s where… why are you smelling my stinky knickers?”
It would have been a brown trouser moment if I still had them on, but instead, my heart stopped at that instant while my ears roared as a deafening silence enveloped the room. Then my cock convulsed and spit out thick wads of goop that cracked the tiles on the back wall.
Heather, was clearly fascinated by the proceedings and exclaimed, “Oh, wow, that’s a wicked lot of sperms.”
My hard cock had deprived my brain of so much blood and oxygen I couldn’t talk much less think at that point… but, but, “What does she know about sperms? She seemed hardly surprised except that there was a ‘wicked lot’ of them.” I asked myself.
Maybe Sarah, my wife, gave her ‘the talk’ and left me out of the loop. That would hardly explain why she didn’t seem surprised, that was, unless, as I suspected, she had watched me before. I figured she had watched me squirt in her knickers before and possibly the times I squirted in the basin. Lord knows, I’ve done it enough times in here, it’s possible she’s watched me before and maybe even her sister, like they both like to do while I’m shagging their mum.
“What happened to your thing? I think it melted.” She asked.
“That usually happens after the sperms come out,” I explained through gritted teeth.
“Can you make it go big again?” Came her inquiry.
“I… I… don’t know, it might take awhile,” I managed to stammer. “Why were we having this conversation?” I asked myself, “It’s a bit embarrassing trying to explain why my dick shriveled.”
“Would it help if I rubbed it? That’ll make it go hard, won’t it?” She asked.
“Bugger,” I muttered under my breath, before I asked, “Just how do you know so much about it?”
“I’ve been learning about those things, but it’s a secret.”
“You’re mum? It’s your mum, isn’t it? She’s the one who told you about it.”
She nodded silently towards the floor while she twisted her foot, and then added, “Please don’t tell her I said anything. She’ll go mad and I don’t want to spoil your surprise.”
“Surprise, huh? Another one? What else do they have planned?” I asked myself. Then, as parts of my brain became functional, I felt foolish because my trousers were still around my ankles. So, I pulled them up and headed back to the lounge.
Heather trotted behind me and breathlessly asked, “Can I look at it some more? Say yes since I didn’t get a proper look.”
“Will you let me look at you?” I asked, with a trade in mind.
“If you tell me why you were smelling my knickers.” She countered in negotiation.
“Little doll, the smell is exciting to me. That’s why I squirted.”
“Can I watch you squirt properly this time?” She asked with more than a bit of enthusiasm.
“Will you do it for me? I’ll do the same for you.”
“Like what, put your fingers in me?”
“I’d rather lick you.”
“Mum said you would want to do that, but it was so gross I didn’t believe her.”
“I’m sure you will enjoy it. But, if it bothers you, there are others things I can do.” I suggested.
“You can try it if you want, but if it gets too gross, I want you to stop, alright?”
“Of course I will, love. What do you say?”
“Can I take your clothes off for you?”
“Only if I can do yours, too.”
I spread the big fuzzy rug in front of the fire, laid a big bath sheet on top of it and found a nice cushion for her bum. If I was reluctant before, I believe I’d lost it. At this moment, I was jittery like a school boy with his first girlfriend. My wife Sarah was my first and I’ve never been with another woman. Undressing Heather took me back in time as I relived the moment.
“My tummy is all swimmy and it feels like I peed down my leg,” she informed me.
“Your mum was the same way and it’s quite normal when you’re excited.” Then, I pulled her to me and shared a very wet kiss which caused her to melt against my lips, and then into my arms.
Like the giggling school girl she was, she found hilarity with the way she fumbled with the buttons on my shirt, belt and the catch on my trousers. She quieted quickly, her eyes lit up and her mouth opened in a big ‘O’ when my trousers dropped and exposed the throbbing tent that twitched in my shorts. She ran her hand over the cloth covered beast and gave me a toothy smile when she felt it move. Then quickly tugged on the waist in her effort to set him free. I took her hand, slipped it down the waist and wrapped her fingers around him so he didn’t get trapped in the waist when she eased them down. Her eyes went wide in fascination like any child confronted with a new and strange object, so she dropped to her knees for a closer examination.
It was almost like I had given her a toy the way she moved it around, while she inspected every little vein and wrinkle down to my crinkly sack. I’m sure this was her first to study a live one up close. But, her tender caress felt so good, too good, and I had to call a stop before I soiled her dress.
“Your hands feel so nice I’m afraid I’ll squirt on you. I want to make you feel good first, and then you can make it come out for me,” I explained.
She bit her lip, nodded her head and stood up. Her body trembled with excitement as I slipped her dress off, sat her bum on the cushion and eased her back on the rug. Then, I lifted her knees and was entranced with the beauty of the moist, glistening little cunny that softly parted its lips for me. It seemed anxious for its first kiss and I couldn’t wait either. Without a prompt, she pulled her feet back to her ears, which was quite a feat. It opened her from wrinkled bottom hole to her stiff, fleshy little stalk. She didn’t exaggerate about the juice that leaked down her leg which also coated her bum crack. The musky scent was extraordinary.
Like a man dying of thirst, I lapped the sweet syrup from her smooth and tender thighs and legs. Then I nibbled my way up to the juncture of her lips, while I carefully avoided her pussy. Every time I got near the sodden slit, her hips would jerk and try to close the gap with my mouth. She quivered like a mass of jelly by the time I finally took aim at her pussy. Without warning, I swooped in and swiped my stiffened tongue from rumpled bottom hole to stiff, throbbing nubbin.
She wiggled uncontrollably while I mopped her slick bum crack, and then teased and poked the wrinkled pucker, which made her squeal, “That’s my bum hole.”
She must have enjoyed it the way she twisted it against my mouth and made it clear I could do it again. But, the more of the sugary juice I lapped up, the more she leaked. So, I tapped her little spring and should have used a straw, but made do with my tongue to harvest the fragrant fluid. Then, she jerked and squeaked when I rubbed my thumb into her clit, while I drilled my taster deep into the well for more tasty juice.
Without warning, her delightful crisis was upon her and she went limp as every bone in her body dissolved and her pussy came to life. The little bugger snapped and nibbled on my tongue while little pulses of pee escaped her bladder and took me by surprise. Her orgasm was possibly the most exciting thing I had ever experienced and it made my balls roll in their sack. Thankfully, it was not over for me yet. That would be up to her tender hand.
When her eyes opened, I asked, “It’s not so bad, now is it?”
“Want to do it again?” Came her cheeky reply.
End Chapter One
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