Cherry Christmas/Chapter Five

Cherry Christmas

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Chapter Five

Heather wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her soft, wet lips to mine for a juicy little kiss, before she wiggled her tongue between my lips and licked my gums. It surprised me at first so I froze with my eyes wide open while she continued to lick my gums and teeth. Then, I teased my tongue out and tickled hers with it, which made her squeal into my mouth before she tangled her pointy little taster with mine, and then quickly retreated. I followed it back into her mouth for a brief scuffle and she groaned, pushed me on my back and climbed on top of me.

Her body shuddered as she sought to recapture my lips, and when she did, she groaned and shuddered again before she relaxed and rested her cheek on my shoulder. When I looked down, my saw my wife’s had planted her face between the girl’s bum cheeks and knew her tongue was fast at work.

Then, I smoothed my hand across my daughter’s back, rubbed it and asked, “What’s your mum doing to you?”

Between little gasps and groans, barely above a whisper she told me, “She… she’s… her finger’s in me and... oh... oh… she’s licking my bum hole.”

It was clearly evident that my wife enjoyed warming up her daughter’s little pussy and it wasn’t something new. I only wish I could watch, but really enjoyed listening to the little quivering chirping sounds and the shimmying twitches through my daughter’s little frame while her mum pleasured her. My cock had become a raging beast as it pulsed and throbbed and I couldn’t help but hunch it against her puffy mound in my eagerness.

“Need some help down there?” I called out to my wife.

Reluctantly, she pulled her face from between her daughter’s bum cheeks and told me, “I can barely get my tongue in her pussy from here. Be a love and flip her over, would ya?”

The girl didn’t wait for me but reached up, gave me a peck on the lips and rolled her back against my chest, and then lifted her knees and splayed them. “Perfect,” her mum said as she homed in on the stiff little clit that begged for attention and captured it between her lips.

Heather tossed her head back against me, pushed into her mum’s mouth and ground her hips. Her little telltale shivers and sighs told me a smashing orgasm was brewing on the horizon. I stroked her cheek while she squirmed in my arms until every muscle in her body suddenly tensed. Then, with a short little choked wail from her throat, she tossed her head back hard against me and heaved her bum up. Then, all was calm and she eased herself back against me.

“I believe she’s ready for her daddy’s dick now,” my wife mumbled in a low voice.

Then the girl flipped over, gave me a wet kiss and told me in no uncertain terms, “Mum’s right, daddy.”

The breath caught in my throat and I hesitated now that the time was close at hand, so I asked, “But what about her cherry? Isn’t it going to hurt her?”

“She wants her daddy to have her cherry and I made sure that she was well prepared,” my wife informed me, “She knows it might hurt a little, but not as bad if you are swift about it.”

“In for a penny,” I thought as I rolled her under me and lifted her legs.

I prodded the snug mouth of her entrance, but her tender little slot was so tight my cock skittered through the juicy furrow and over her clit. Then, I held myself in place while I pressed into the socket. The plum popped into the hot portal, which gripped me and I nudged against the tight little barrier of skin inside. With all of the abundant lube available, I managed to ease myself in and out a fraction of an inch, while I watched her face intently for signs of distress and there were none. Then, she wrapped her legs around my bum and impatiently shoved her little pussy up into me. With only the slightest wince on her face, I breached the slight restriction and sheathed at least two inches inside the hottest and tightest little pussy tube imaginable. Then, her eyes rolled into her head while the tube clamped even tighter around those two inches and began to pulse in a gratifying little orgasm, which stirred up a storm inside my balls. Soon, her glazed eyes popped open and with a look of determination she forced herself into me again.

While her fingernails dug into the bed covers and with a tight lipped, strained grimace, I met her thrust and together we managed to sink another inch into her impossibly tight, sizzling little furnace. Her grip on my cock eased a tad and allowed me to guide a short stroke in, which scooted her bum over the bed a little ways. Steadily, she loosened and little by little the snug little tube yielded to the steady pressure.

She winced and scrunched her eyes, so I asked, “Are you alright?”

“Let it settle a bit,” came out in a burst of breath so I remained still.

Then, I reached down and gave her a tender little kiss, which she responded to and while we mashed and twisted our lips together, her pussy relaxed. Tentatively, while I held myself still, she resumed the steady push and twisted herself into me. While I sank into her, the tiny tube rippled over my length until I brushed her cervix and was fully ensconced in the sweetest, hottest, tightest little cavity imaginable.

“It’s all the way inside her,” Holly broadcast to the room with a squeal.

My wife brushed Heather’s cheek, combed her fingers through her hair and asked, “How does it feel to be a woman now?”

Then, my daughter’s eyes blazed with a blue hot flame and she growled, “It feels great,” and to emphasize the point, shoved, and then twisted herself onto me.

As we stormed through the gates as the race began, she dug her fingers into my shoulders and grappled me with her thighs. It was a struggle to withdraw, but I managed to until only the tip was trapped in her tight lipped entrance, then I took a long, steady, downward stroke until I mashed into then entrance to her womb. Her back arched from the bed as a violent orgasm smashed into her which made her thighs beat against my hips, while every muscle in her body went taut, as she groaned and strained against me. Then, she beat her fists against the bed while she tossed her head from side to side. The spectacle alone was enough to make me dump my load, but I managed to persevere and with gritted teeth, I barely rode the wave out.

However, her orgasm only served to build the pressure within my balls until they threatened to burst. My redemption was the fire that still raged within her pussy which ebbed low enough for me to regain control. Ah, but the tirelessness and recovery power of youth quickly stoked the flame. Her snug little passage was at it again, intent on sapping my seed, it rippled over my length until it drove me mad beyond description.

It wasn’t long before it came down to the short, swift plunges that slapped my sack against her arse. The squish of my hard pole as it plowed to the root inside of her sodden little slot only added to the unbelievable stimulation. Even more exciting were my wife’s and youngest daughter’s faces smiling from between our legs while they rubbed their pussies silly and added their own soggy composition to an erotic sopping symphony of juicy pussy music.

I tenderly nibbled and kissed my daughter’s lips and told her, “This must be the greatest gift a daughter could possibly give her father. I wish it would never end but you’re so good, I can’t hold out any longer,” I told her softly.

“Please, fill me up, daddy,” she pleaded with a quiver in her voice.

Then, I hammered the final strokes in and before my sperm could shoot, her knees flew to her chest as she squealed and her contracting cunt sealed me to her cervix. I bellowed and then howled like a wolf as thick, slimy bolts of scalding hot jism were lobbed against the spongy walls of her uterus, while a chorus of sighs and moans rose from the sympathetic orgasms of the girls between our legs.

Sadly, my spent dick lost its stuffing and plopped from its soggy little haven. However, I wasn’t prepared for the reception my wife and youngest daughter gave me. Yes, I had experienced this before after my bout with Elsa. For some reason, I believed it was a one time thing, but I was mistaken.

My wife pushed me on my back and quickly slurped the sperm from my cock, and then ducked her head between Heather’s legs so she could savour it directly from her leaking snatch. Meanwhile, Holly took over for her mum and tried to recover any traces of sperm that might be left on my now incapacitated cock. She seemed disappointed that her mum didn’t leave her much, but she did managed to nurse me partially back to health. Not quite as robust as we both would have liked, but nonetheless, a decent amount. I’m afraid I was a bit short in the stamina department after the recent exercise.

Meanwhile, from the sound of Heather’s wails, her mum did a good job of mopping up the all of the sperm I planted in her. It’s a wonder she hadn’t passed out from all of the orgasms yet and my wife was relentless in her determination to ensure that not one drop of semen remained unconsumed.

“I’m starved,” Holly informed me while we cuddled, “So, I’ll give you your gift after we eat.”

“Thank gawd,” I told myself, “I believed some food and a bit of recovery time was in order… along with a gallon or so of highly caffeinated coffee.”

End Chapter Five

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