Cherry Christmas/Chapter Eight
Cherry Christmas
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Chapter Eight
“Naughty, naughty, uncle,” Willow whispered in my ear while the last few drops of my sperm dribbled deep inside her sister’s succulent arse. The family had returned and while they were laying out the Christmas feast, Willow sneaked away to check on her sisters… and of course, me. “I want a turn after lunch,” she informed me.
“Gawd, I’m only human and have my limits. My poor dick will fall off if I use it anymore today,” I muttered to myself, before I pulled her to my lips and asked, “Just what does my naughty niece want a turn at?”
She took my hand and stuffed it under her skirt. I’m afraid her knickers were sodden and had soaked through her leggings. My nostrils flared as I though of sucking the wet fabric between my lips. The memory of the previous day flooded back to me and I wanted my mouth back on the tasty little leaking reservoir. Ah, but a little taste.
“Why am I having these thoughts,” I asked myself while I shook my head to clear it, “Especially at this moment?”
But then I had another nasty thought that made my cock perk up inside Kelly’s sweet little bottom and made her squeal, “Oh, I felt it go hard inside me.”
It was a miracle. A manifestation of the impossible. My dick sprouted out like an iron bar inside the little girl’s arse and I had Willow’s wet little pussy to thank for it.
“Unky, can you do it some more since you’re big again?” Kelly begged.
“He’s already done it with you, little moo,” Willow shook her finger at her greedy sister, “I want my turn now.”
The girl’s arse did feel awfully good now and I couldn’t help but take a few long and sumptuous parting strokes before I pulled out. However, my bladder was bursting, which gave me more imperative, plus I needed to clean up. Hopefully, my dick would go down enough for me to pee.
Kelly didn’t want me to pull out, so she sprawled herself across my chest and pressed her lips to mine informing me, “I want to do it some more.”
I kissed her back and told her, “You were so deliciously good I want to do it some more. But, not only does Willow want a turn, I’m bursting for a pee.”
She wiggled herself off of my cock and said, “I get to help you...”
My little flock of birds followed close behind me while I made it to the en suite and stood over the pan with cock pointed ceiling ward while I tried to will it down so I could pee. But, they all gathered in close and watched me twitch until I was convinced that I should abandon what appeared to be a losing battle.
So, I announced, “I’m never going to pee with you watching me like that. Let’s get dressed and we can come back to this later.” A little diversion might do the trick and let my cock relax a bit. Jeez, it’s gotten out of hand.
After we returned to the lounge the rugrats all huddled together in a spot they had staked out while they excitedly exchanged hand signals and tried to get some point across. I kissed my wife’s neck while she laid out the feast and told her, “You smell good enough to eat.”
“There’s no rush now,” she said with a peck on my lips, “Your kind brother helped me out tremendously and I’m deeply grateful.”
“I’m afraid I’ve had a bit of trouble keeping up with the demands placed on me lately. However, I’m eternally grateful to him, not only for helping you out, but also teaching his daughters a thing or three. They are an incredible lot.”
“They certainly are a randy bunch, aren’t they? I couldn’t help but have a gander and it certainly looked like you were getting on quite well with Kelly. Willow must be jealous.”
“Oh, she is. She’s already bagged me right after dinner,” I mentioned.
“Jerry said she has a fine little pussy. You should give it a try. Personally, after listening to him rave about it, I can’t wait to get my mouth on the sweet thing.”
“He’s already broken her in?” I asked, surprised, but shouldn’t have been.
“What do you think? He couldn’t stop talking about her and it made me a bit jealous. He tells me she has a real nasty streak, if you’re into that.”
“A few days ago, I may not have been so much into it. From what I’ve heard, she may not be only one. Kelly told me about some quite nasty things the whole family seems to be into.”
“I know --ALL-- about it. You got a mouthful, didn’t you?”
“I got several of them before I knew it,” I informed her. Having my nose filled wasn’t such a pleasant memory.
“I’ve never told you but it was something I was famous for. Harry loved it though and used to follow me to the loo for an extra treat. If you’re really, really nice, I’ll tell you about the way Elsa has carried on the tradition.”
“Elsa? Oh, gawd,” I thought to myself, “I can’t wait to find out more about her little proclivities.”
Officially, the conversation had gotten to me. I was ready to burst. Thankfully, my cock had softened enough for me to pee so I made a quick exit before I left a puddle on the floor. Willow saw me leave and followed hot on my heals. I managed to get the flow going before she reached out and took me in her hand. The blood immediately began to pump into my cock and it was now a race to get the pee out before I sprayed the ceiling.
What I didn’t expect was for her to suck me into her mouth before I finished and I immediately sprung an iron bar. I gently cradled her cheeks while she applied some marvelous suction and enjoyed it for a moment before I regretfully pulled out of her mouth saying, “Wait until after dinner and your little pussy will get a proper fucking.”
She squealed when she heard that, tipped up on her toes and gave me a kiss, saying, “That was a nasty word you said. Let’s hurry.”
I pulled her into my arms and plastered a big, wet snoggy on her saying, “Should I give my nasty little niece anything less...” then I nibbled on her ear and whispered, “Than a good fucking?”
Needless to say, she was in complete agreement, gave me a hug, wiggled out of my arms and led me to the lounge where everyone was being seated. The undercurrents between my niece and me were pretty obvious to all of the guests, who gave me knowing smiles throughout the meal. I don’t believe there was a person in the room that wasn’t aware of our planned tryst. It was like Willow had a sign on her that said, ‘Unky’s fucking me next.’
I was so distracted by the girl, who insisted on commandeering my lap, I didn’t offer the best conversation and sort of grunted my replies. If she had paid as much attention to her food as she did my cock, I would have been a lot less anxious to toss her over the table and fuck her brains out.
My brother Jerry graced us with an excellent sparkling Vinho Verde. I’m not much of a wine drinker, especially when it comes to sparkling wines, but it was something I’ve never had before and found it quite pleasant, and so did Willow. The porter I had contributed was well received, at least as an aperitif. We’re posh here and even served the wine chilled and in glasses. No passing the bottle around today.
Even though Willow received a small glass of wine, mine evaporated faster than I drank it. After I caught her pinching it, I had to watch it like a hawk. Eventually, I stopped filling it after she became a bit too giggly. However, it emboldened her to the point I thought she would rip my trousers open at the table. We had not finished our meal before she squeezed the lump under her bum and licked my ear begging, “Let’s hurry.”
We didn’t stay after they passed the cakes and tarts around and nobody said a word when she dragged me, quite willingly I might add, by the heals to my room.
“Hick… that wine was good,” you could pick up the slight slur in her words, “Not as yukky as what dad usually gets… hick.”
“I could tell you liked it by how much of mine you pilfered and now I believe you’re more than a little pissed.”
Somehow, she managed to sneak a full glass into the room, made it magically appear and gulped half of it down before I could take it away from her. She didn’t struggle much as I wrestled it away and there was more than just a little glaze from the wine in her eyes when she tore my shirt off. You should have seen the buttons pop and fly across the room and I loved it. This was a facet of my naughty niece I had never witnessed before. I wondered how many times my brother was the happy recipient of the girl’s unbridled passion. No doubt reinforced by the amount wine she had imbibed.
Next came the trousers but she had slowed down now so she could relish every second and I’m afraid I relished it also. Her feather fingers glided over my throbbing bulge which seemed to grow by the second. My cock felt like it would split at the seams but the careful slowness with which she moved only increased my excitement. By the time my trousers pooled around my ankles my cock fairly danced in my shorts which now sported a large, slick wet spot.
Then came the slow unveiling as she tugged them down over my burgeoning staff. She bit her lip and smiled at me while she place a tender kiss on the tip and smeared the sticky juice over her lips before she ran her tongue over them and tasted it.
“Don’t tell dad but I like yours better. It’s just so much bigger and tastes so nice.”
“I won’t breath a word, I swear,” came the soft promise from my lips, “I hope you’ll let me lick you for a minute. I happen to like the way you taste and it would be a shame to waste a drop of your honey.”
“Honey? I promised Auntie Sarah that she could lick me.”
“I certainly did,” came my wife’s voice from the doorway, “It’s incredible how wet she gets when she’s excited.”
Then her little sisters rushed into the room and plopped their bums on the bed so they could watch, with wicked little smiles on their faces.
“Only one little lick,” I informed my wife, “I’ve been dying for a taste since I felt how wet her leggings were.”
My wife didn’t wait for me to start undressing the girl. She managed to pull her dress off with only the slightest distraction while the girl finished stripping me down and laid me on my back between her two squealing sisters, who took the opportunity to pounce on me. While my wife nibbled, sucked and licked her tender victim I mercilessly tickled her sisters and did a little munching of my own.
I had just tugged Kelly’s leggings and knickers down and nuzzled my lips against her succulent little bottom hole, when my wife prompted, “She’s ready for you now.”
Sure enough, Willow lay next to me beckoning, with her legs pulled back to her chest. She held herself open with the most dazzling and irresistible smile imaginable spread across her face.
“Let’s get a wiggle on it. I have guests to attend to and want to see you put that nasty old cock of yours in her tiny hole before I go,” my wife informed me.
“Yes, put it in her,” Kelly and Meagan chimed in unison while they anxiously awaited.
She looked so open and willing the stones churned in my sack and a big blob of slimy lube dribbled from the tip of my one eyed wonder. My breath came in gasps from the shear anticipation and excitement as I climbed over the girl and nudged myself into her tiny entrance. I smeared my lube around the glistening little pink hole while the girl bit her lip and quivered in anticipation, and then I pressed forward and the opening stretched as it molded itself around my cock head. As tight as she was, she may have well have been virgin, but I knew that was not the case. It was hard for me to conceive of how pliable and elastic her pussy was as it easily stretched to accommodate the fat mushroom that marked the start of my short journey to her developing womb.
She was more than anxious and I moved too slow for her, so she thrust her hips up into me and scored over half my length. I groaned while hot sparks enveloped my cock and snorted while I tried to restrain myself from plunging to the hilt inside the girl.
“Shag her, shag her, shag her,” my young niece’s chanted and clapped.
I withdrew slightly, and then slammed my cock head against rubbery knob of the girl’s cervix, which made her squeal and wrap her legs around my waist, which pulled me into while she screwed her little cunny down my length. It surprised me when I felt her hard little pubic bone against mine while her luscious little baby tube danced and rippled exquisitely up and down my length.
“Fuck her good,” my wife whispered in my ear as she squeezed my bum cheek, “I wish I could stay around,” she said and quickly departed.
Kelly and Meagan giggled because they heard their aunt’s departing instructions, and then stuck their heads between our legs so they wouldn’t miss a thing. They didn’t miss a thing as I pulled my slick, juice coated cock out to the tip before I nailed it back inside and drew a sharp squeal from her lips. She was such a featherweight, every time I plunged into her, even though she held onto me firmly with her legs, her pert bum skid across the bed, and when I withdrew, I pulled her back with me. Then, I made the mistake of looking down.
Her little pussy tube clung to me so rigidly it pulled the glistening pink flesh out, only to be squeezed back inside on the downward stroke. The girl whimpered and moaned but the sight was so erotic it took my breath away, my face flushed and I felt beads of sweat form on my brow. She tried to lock her ankles around my waist but only ended up spreading her legs even wider and opening herself up more to me. Then, besides the abundant amount of natural lube that leaked from where we were joined, there was also a thick, creamy white batter that oozed out. I felt the eggs roll over in my sack and my own cream rise in my shaft as the crisis was suddenly upon me the last time that day.
Over the next months and years, we enjoyed many more reunions along with frequent sleep overs and holidays were always an extra special time for us. However, I had to ration myself out because there was no way I could keep up with the girls and repeat my performance on that day.
The End
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