Cherry Christmas/Chapter Three

Cherry Christmas

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Chapter Three

To me, it’s not Christmas without the children’s excitement which began on Christmas Eve and lead up to the grand finale on Christmas Day. Even Heather, who had gotten wise about the existence of Santa Clause, couldn’t wait for ‘Santa’ to make his appearance this year. How well I remembered the way she woke early… very early on Christmas Day when she was five and didn’t go potty before she checked for presents. Holly was only three at the time and although she was into the joy of the season, it was nothing like her sister’s. She was so excited by the number and size of gifts under the tree, she grabbed her crotch and ran screaming to wake dad and mum up… and left us quite a wet trail to mop from the floor. We cleaned her and the mess up, and then collected her sister, who did not wake very easily, and gathered in the lounge for the great unwrapping. You did not want to be in Heather’s way while she tore into the packages. She left her little sister in the dust. The littlest girl didn’t quite have the paper thrashing down pat, so we opened her pressies for her.

This year we had our usual family gathering on Christmas Eve and ho, ho, ho, I was back in my Santa costume collecting the wish lists from all of my nieces, nephews and a few young cousins. Santa had of way of learning which nieces were quite naughty, which was very nice. The place was so packed about the only sitting space for the little munchkins was on Santa’s lap, which they thought of as a climbing frame and perch. For some reason. I enjoyed them much more than in previous years. Sometimes I had most of the ankle biters climbing over me at one time which left a wooden spike in my pants the entire time. It was kind of the few who noticed it, to sometimes vigorously rub themselves on the bulge. Some even gave me a squeeze while I got more than a few handfuls of their little charms.

My niece Elsa, who had just turned ten, was no exception. Since she was closer to Heather’s age, they latched themselves in her room until they got bored and decided to tease Santa. Their audacity caught me totally off guard and I’m sure a lot of her actions were instigated by my oldest daughter. However, I almost lost it in my pants when Elsa decided to show Heather how nice it was to go for a horsey ride on my knee. She was quite good at not only doing it, but was also discreet in the way she did it; so she wouldn’t attract attention. I knew exactly what the girl was up to, but Heather tried to mimic her movements but didn’t quite understand the objective. It was apparent that she would require a bit more coaching to get it down.

When my niece managed to hump and rub herself to orgasm, Heather knew something had taken place, so she whispered, “Did Elsa, like, did she just get her tingles?”

You could see by Elsa’s eyes, which still had a distant look in them, that she wasn’t quite back with us yet, and I answered, “Yes, she did and was trying to show you how to do it.”

Then she cupped her hand to my ear and informed me, “I like it better when you lick me. You’re hard, aren’t you?” She asked.

“What do you think?” I asked her, “With two sexy girls rubbing themselves on my leg. I’ll tell you a secret, I really want to lick you right now,” which made her smile and shiver.

Then, Elsa crawled into my lap, sensuously rubbed herself on my lump and whispered, “Will you let us play with it?”

I realized then, that there was a possible conspiracy against me, but I loved conspiracies, especially ones of this nature, so I asked, “Did Heather put you up to this?”

“Yes… please just say yes? She wants to play with you too.” Elsa informed me.

I found my wife, explained the situation to her and knew she would be supportive and probably wanted to get away herself. So she told me, “I wish I could come, but will cover for you. Don’t be gone for long,” and then gave me a kiss, saying, “I need to stay here and appease the masses.”

The door to my room was not locked before the two girls double ganged me and tore my trousers off. Luckily, there were no rips, buttons or snaps lost in the melee. Then, the tables turned on me, for the better, after the one eye monster was released. Not really a monster, sort of average, but it made me feel good to call it that. What was amazing was when Elsa showed me her hand, which was only the beginning.

I figured the girls just wanted to play with my cock and I would get a nice hand job out of the bargain. After they wrestled my stiff meat and enjoyed a short bout with my balls, my knees shook and I almost lost my footing. But then, my niece gobbled me down her throat. Allow me to emphasize I went DOWN HER THROAT, mind you. When she stuffed me in her gullet, she almost got a belly full. Of course, Heather was all eyes and very jealous of her cousin’s talent. It didn’t end there, but was only the precursor to a most gratuitous offering of… let me be clear… pussy. Her very tight, wet and hot eleven year old snatch which only had the slightest hint of fur that graced the top of her split.

She swallowed me and, I should point out, they were ball churners, for less than a minute before she demanded, “You have to do me now,” and went over to the bed, pealed her tights and knickers down to her knees and wiggled her bum while rested her hands on the bed.

I was gobsmacked while I watched her luscious bum cheeks dance, but was frozen in place and struggled to get my muscles to accept commands from my brain. So, my daughter led me over to the girl, fitted me in her steamy little notch, and then gave my bum a good shove. That buried almost half of my cock into the girl’s heavenly snatch. It took a minute for me to get the nerve synapses from my brain to fire, but when they did, I grasped the girl’s hips and laid some serious pipe to her. It was an experience that was so incredible, I instantly became addicted to young pussy. After you have it the first time, it’s hard to settle for anything less. Yes, I would still do my wife, but when faced with a choice… well, you know.

My cock was clamped in the jaws of a slick, velvety vice that rippled and vibrated with even the tiniest of movements or sounds the girl made… and she was a moaner which made her pussy vibrate. I was glad there was more than enough noise in the house for anybody to notice the sounds that came from my room. Besides the moans, the sloshing and smacking flesh was very evident while I pounded into her. The best and most exciting part was being able to watch my cock plow into the little hole while I enjoyed the way her wrinkled rosette of an arse winked at me.

The girl’s little pussy tube clamped down on me, nibbled several times and then her moans were choked off. That clued me in to how much she enjoyed the ride. The way the sperm boiled in my balls, I knew that her next round of jollies would take me with her.

Then came a rap at the door which caused my heart to skip a beat and I heard my wife ask, “Let me in for a minute.”

Heather let her mum in and she exclaimed, “Oh, gawd, this is hot,” she joined her daughter as they knelt behind us while their eyes soaked up the gory details of the primal union.

A bit of my urgency was lost from shock when my wife entered and drew out the inevitable for another minute or two. It was so good, I never wanted it to end so it gave me a little more time to enjoy it. The girl’s winking arse hole tempted me to the point where I had to act. So I rubbed a thumb into it… which popped through the ring and triggered the girl. That little cock wringer of hers flipped on and with an “oomph” she collapsed face first into the bed. If my grip on her hips had not been as tight as it was, it would have left old JT flapping in the breeze, but instead, I followed her down and hammered the short and sweet ones into her before I finally gave her my load.

While I teetered on the point of collapse, the room went hazy and filled with fog. Then my inners melted and poured gooey batter straight into the girl’s young womb. Eventually, I did collapse, thankfully not on top of the girl, but on my back to her side. The orgasm struck me like a train that left a pulpy mess. I was not completely out of touch with reality, just severely dazed and ill prepared for what happened next.

My wife, bless her, had never been into fellatio. She tried it a few times after we were first married and decided it was not her thing; especially the semen part. So, you can imagine my surprise when she swooped and sucked my cock down to the root. The sucking part is what made my niece’s little jobby so nice. I’m afraid I had started to soften a bit after the fine fuck but when she drew me into her mouth, I dug my fingers into the bed clothes while the blood rushed into my cock so fast I almost blacked out. She didn’t suck me for long, but then dove between Elsa’s legs.

As a matter of fact, I was totally unaware that she harboured the slightest sapphic tendencies. Maybe her mind had snapped and she had gone mad. Something had surely changed in both of us when we started playing with our girls. Madness or not, watching her suck the sperm from my niece’s cunt had to be the most erotic thing I had ever witnessed. Even more erotic was the way my niece responded. Elsa had collapsed on the bed face first and appeared to be asleep. The arrangement was bad for both of them when my wife tucked her face in, so my niece flipped over on her back and brought legs up for accommodation. As unskilled as I believed my wife was, it did not take her long to suck the sperm out of the girl’s cunt and dispatch another orgasm. We were away for way too long which was evidenced by the pounding on the door.

We all rushed to put our clothes back in order and I was thankful my costume trousers were so baggy it hid my new steel spike. When I opened the door, Willow, my eight year old niece jumped into my arms, wrapped her arms around my neck and legs around my waist. I grabbed her bum to support her while she wiggled her little cunny on the end of my pole.

While she squirmed against me, I squeezed her bum and thought, “I just love my little nieces. This one is definitely on Santa’s naughty list,” and off we went to Santa’s chair in the lounge.

End Chapter Three

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