Cherry Christmas/Prologue
Cherry Christmas
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Prologue
“Don’t look, but we appear to have an audience,” Jim cautioned his wife Sarah in a low voice.
“Which one is it?” She inquired.
“It looks like Heather this time,” I answered.
“She likes her daddy’s dick just like her mummy does,” my wife muttered as she grappled me inside her pussy.
“Don’t talk like that, doll, you know what it does to me,” I begged because I hesitated to broach the forbidden the way she had, especially with my little girl within hearing distance.
“I felt you twitch… you like your little girl watching you fuck her mummy? Just admit it… you’re thinking about how good that tight little pussy will feel around her daddy’s dick. Oh, yes, yes, yes, daddy’s dick likes the idea. Now show your little girl how a pussy is supposed get fucked,” which she said loud enough I’m sure our daughter heard.
As much as I tried to harness my thoughts, I couldn’t do it sometimes. It was all too easy for me to imagine my girls lying under me naked… hot, wet and willing to let their daddy pump their little pussies full of his hot sperm. My wife didn’t help at all and went out of her way to keep these fantasies fueled and flaming hot in my mind. I dwelt on them so much at times I had to take frequent toilet breaks at my work to keep the swelling under control. At home, I often went out of my way to capture their moments of immodesty and burn them into my mind’s eye. They knew it too and would often tease me, mercilessly sometimes, and then I would have to run to the loo for a quick toss.
One time, not long ago, I had just dropped my trousers and taken a firm grip on myself, when I spotted a tiny pair of knickers laying on the floor that didn’t quite make the laundry hamper. I had seen Heather wearing them earlier and figured she had discarded them when she dressed for bed. I know I shouldn’t have, but I picked them up and rubbed my fingers over the soft, silky fabric and soon discovered how damp the gusset was and my cock hummed with excitement. The little scrap of cloth had been against her little pussy so recently it was still warm… and, oh so very slick. It was so fresh there was a thick, creamy streak where it hugged her split.
I know I shouldn’t have, but the hard cock in my fist told me otherwise. Unconsciously, I brought the gooey fabric to my nose and took a deep whiff. The sweet fragrance went straight down the nerve that connected to my cock. That was my undoing and drew the thick sap from my balls with such force and speed, all I managed to do was hold the slick gusset under my cock to catch the slimy spurts.
A little click startled me and when I looked back, I saw the door ease shut. It was probably one of girls needing the loo and I wondered how much they saw. To remove the evidence of my indiscretion, I quickly rinsed the knickers, wrung them out as best I could and buried them in the wash basket.
End Prologue
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