Cherry Christmas/Chapter Four

Cherry Christmas

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Chapter Four

Willow was my brother Jerry’s girl and quite the hot little tart. Two of the ankle biters were her sisters, Meagan and Kelly, who were six and seven respectively. Willow had always been very cuddly and friendly but today, she was even more friendly than usual, in a very naughty way. I walked her to the lounge while she pivoted on the tip of my cock, but unfortunately, there were too many layers of fabric between us. It would have been nice if she could share some of the warmth generated inside the nice little indentation I was pressed into. She held me tight and rubbed her face against my shoulder during the short ride, while I rubbed my fingers over the soft cushions of her bum cheeks. After I cleared Santa’s throne, an old wing back chair, of all the impinging little rug rats, she clung to me even harder and continued her sensuous little wiggle.

Suddenly, she pushed me away, freed herself from our cuddle and whispered in my ear, “Need a wee,” and then dragged me across the landing with her.

But, I had a better idea and led her to the en suite in my room. There was no traffic there and it afforded us a lot of privacy.

She lifted her skirt up and demanded, “You take them down for me.”

There was nothing I enjoyed more than pealing off a girl’s tights and knickers. They were so tight on her, I had to roll them down… down… down to her ankles and had to pause for a minute to admire her terribly brief little knickers. The thin powder blue fabric was tenderly nestled deep inside her little cleft which showed obvious signs of moisture. I couldn’t help but bring my nose to her crack so I could draw the enchanting fragrance deep into my lungs. Oh, the sweet musk was just beginning to ripen, such was the heady fragrance of burgeoning womanhood and I vowed to have a taste.

“Do you like the way it smells?” She giggled while she bit her lip and closely observed the way I sniffed her little split.

“You smell lovely,” I informed her, and then planted a kiss on the little crease.

“Will you lick it for me? D… ah, I like it” My thoughts exactly.

It sounded like my brother had beaten me to the punch, err, lick. She was definitely juicy from her obvious excitement, so much so, the gusset had plastered itself to her split. It looked so lovely I simply had to get my face in there and rescue all of the lovely juice before her pee washed it away. After I worked her knickers down, I leaned her back on the seat and opened her legs. For an eight year old, she was drenched and so excited her thighs trembled. I couldn’t wait a second longer, so I pulled her fat little lips apart and quickly mopped my tongue from the weeping little mouth of her pussy hole to her chubby little clit nubbin.

After I cleared away the thick coat of fragrant moisture, I nibbled and sucked her clit while she cradled my cheeks and screwed her fat pudenda against my mouth. Then, she squeaked, grabbed two handfuls of hair, pulled me in as her thighs clamped my cheeks while little chirps tinkled from her lips. I had forgotten the real reason we visited the loo until her tap sprang open and loosed a torrent which hosed down my chin and spattered her thighs. But, it was well worth it and when the stream began to die, I indulged in a little sip of her rich amber beer, before I mopped up the stray droplets from her thighs and split. Actually, a little pussy with its natural juice and a touch of pee sauce for seasoning was not bad.

“Now it’s your turn to do it. I want to hold you while you have a pee,” she informed me.

“I would like you to, but I’m so hard I can’t pee,” I sadly announced.

“Well, I’ll have to make it spit up and lay down so you can pee,” she told me and then worked my suit trousers down and had me lie on the bath carpet. “I’m going to make it feel real good for you,” she announced while she squeezed some of the juice up from the shaft and coated her hands with it. The girl knew exactly what she was doing and I believed I was in for a special treat, and then she asked, “Does Heather and Holly like to do this?”

“Oh, yes, both of them do, but they don’t do nearly as brilliant a job as you,” which I meant, lifted my bum up and pushed my cock through her hands.

“Do they like to do this?” She asked as she leaned over and calmly sucked the tip of into her mouth.

It was over for me when she did that and her tonsils got sprayed. She didn’t flinch a bit while I continued to spurt over her tongue, and then she pressed me to her lips so the last little bit of semen could dribble over them. What can I say, I really must muster a bit more control? Que será, será, I received far too few blow jobs and it would have been nice if it had lasted longer. But, I have to say it was great and I couldn’t complain. Now, I know why Santa is always so merry; because he knows who all of the naughty little girls are.

With a quick gulp, the mouthful of semen slid down to her tummy, she gave me a big toothy grin and informed me, “Now you can pee,” as she pulled me from the floor by my cock and led me to the bog.

While she waited for me to get the flow going, she bit her lip and grinned in anticipation. Then, she squealed when the stream finally burst forth and happily sprayed it around in the pan. Then, when it was down to the last dribbles, she sucked me into her mouth, pulled off with pop and asked, “That was nasty, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, that was very nasty, but I like my niece when she’s nasty.”

“I like being nasty with you, Uncle Jim,” she informed me, as a matter of fact.

“Hmmm,” I thought, “How many more nasty girls do I have on my list? Drat, I need to add a red check mark in the naughty category. So, they can receive, ho, ho, ho, preferential treatment.”

I tucked my girls into bed long before all of our guests had managed to trickle away. Then, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring... my wife and I shared a brandy before we engaged in our own private little Bacchanalian fuck fest. She had been frustrated most of the day and was very randy, so she unleashed her mad, passionate, inner wild animal on me. Needless to say, the girls were off in the Land of Nod and missed out on the late night carnal events this evening. But, somehow, Santa managed to find enough strength to drag himself from bed so he could spread Christmas cheer, while visions of sugar plum fairies danced in the girl’s dreams.

But, as it would be, they were up early, much earlier than usual and I muttered a little too loudly, “Bugger,” when I glanced at the clock and saw four thirty. While my wife supervised the gift package demolition, and that’s what it was, I had to use force to keep my eyes open while the coffee brewed. In five minutes or less, the lounge had become a disaster area, not unlike where a tornado had released its fury, with all of the mangled paper, strewn and upturned boxes and cartons. After the last package was shredded open and its contents inspected, each of the girls, which included my wife, handed me a small package.

I ripped open the one from Heather first and chuckled when I held up each one of a set of thongs that appeared to be her size, but the gift was addressed to me, so I told her, “Thanks for the gift, love, but I don’t believe they are my size.”

“Silly daddy,” she scolded me, “Mum said it’s not the gift that counts but what goes in it.”

While I tried to make sense of her words and bounced them around inside my head, she stripped off her night dress and wiggled into a pair of the tiny things. They sure were tight, and so shear she may as well as not been wearing anything. After I thought about how nice her pussy looked in them, the meaning of her words struck me. Her... pussy ‘goes in it’.

“Her pussy,” I repeated to myself, “Is she really giving me her pussy?”

She must have read my thoughts, or at least the look on my face, because she bit her lip and nodded. Then my wife added, “Her pussy looks nice in those, don’t you think?”

“Does that… does that mean...” I stammered.

“What do you think, dearest. Isn’t it obvious?” She answered.

Then my little girl climbed into my lap and whispered a little melody in my ear, “What do you think, Santa?”

“Are you sure?” I asked, she bit her lip and nodded again.

Holly didn’t wait for me to open her package. She ripped it apart, stripped off her night dress and tugged the pair of the thongs on. Then she raised hands in the air, did a little dance and shake before she spun around and touched the floor. I didn’t realize until then, that thongs didn’t have a back on them. There was only a little string that ran through the bum crack. Then she wiggled her chubby little bum and gave me an excellent view of her rosy little bum hole and poochy little pussy.

“She wants to give you something special too,” my wife informed me.

“Surely, you’re joking?” I asked.

“No, I’m not,” she replied, and then opened her little package which was also a pair of thongs and pulled them on for me. “See something you want?” She teasingly asked me, “You can’t have any of this until the girls have given you their gifts first.”

I gulped down my coffee, which soothed my dry and parched throat a bit, poured another and added a dram of Johnny’s Black reinforcement. Then, gulped it down before my troupe of girls led me to my bed and allowed Heather to undress me.

“I want you to know that this was her idea,” my wife explained, “The only part I played was to help her prepare, so it would be as enjoyable as possible. The problem I encountered was,” she continued, “I enjoyed it a lot more than I thought I would.”

“I know she’s your daughter, but I never thought you would… you know with a girl. Especially like you did with Elsa.”

“It will probably shock you to learn that was not the first time I’ve done that with a girl. I came off twice without touching myself when I did Elsa. Do you remember the time I minded her and her sisters a few months ago? Let’s say all three of them cried when it was time for me to leave and I cried right along with them.

It may also surprise you to learn about how close I am to my brother Harry. Consequently, I found out how intimate he was with Elsa during a visit I made which was about five minutes after he plugged her little cunt. After I got my face between her legs, she told me it was her father’s sperm.”

“Fuck me,” the loud voice inside my head rang, and then I explained to her, “I guess the bit about you and your brother comes as no surprise. The two of you seemed a bit friendlier than usual. After my experience with Elsa, I sort of suspected something was going on in the background that I wasn’t aware of. But the thing with you and another girl, that it was, well, I thought it was the dog’s bollocks… kind of extraordinary.”

“How about Heather and me? Would you find that extraordinary, too?”

You could have bowled me over with a feather after I heard that. It was not that I was shocked, it’s more like I was in the middle of a very nice dream and never wanted to wake up.

“Don’t look so surprised. I’m going to warm her up a little before she wraps that tight little pussy of hers around her daddy’s dick.”

“Cor, stone me!” I grasped my chest and gasped, and then quietly prayed, “Please, never let me waken from this.”

End Chapter Four

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