Cherry Christmas/Chapter Two
Cherry Christmas
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Chapter Two
“But, of course I do.” I answered after my daughter, Heather, asked me to lick her again, “Want to help me get the sperms out first before my balls explode?” I begged her.
Tenderly, she cradled my bag in her hand, rolled the little nuts around and asked, “Will they really explode? Mum said that’s where the sperms come from.”
“No, they won’t explode, they just feel like it. Keep rolling the balls around and move your hand up and down on the shaft… there… there… keep doing it like that… your hand feels so nice.”
As desperate as I was now to blow my nuts, the clumsy strokes of her hand felt exceptional. Hopefully, she wouldn’t be repulsed with the gooey conclusion, which in my current state, was not far away.
“Will it make you feel good to know how much I enjoyed licking you?” I groaned as her hand skinned my shaft while I hovered on the brink.
“Does that mean you’ll do it lots more? I thought it would be yukky, you know, licking me down there.”
“It… it… oh, you were delicious… and, and it’s coming out… now,” which barely left my lips before my bag drew up tight, the gates burst open and baby goo flung itself from the end of my cock.
Even though I had warned her, she was still startled and jumped when the first slimy roped launch itself into the air like a jelly missile. Her eyes followed its short trajectory and she giggled when it splattered over her stroking fist. Things got very slippery after that and she sped her hand up, which only amplified the intensity of the experience for me. Then my prostate convulsed with such force, the contractions were almost painful while those last few spurts were ejected.
“That was very gooey and messy,” she informed me with a chuckle and a smile that told me she wouldn’t mind doing it again, before she fetched a tea towel for cleanup.
I snatched the cloth out of her hand and wiped up the splatters that she absorbed, but it tickled her in the process and she couldn’t contain the squeals. However, she did grow quiet when I plastered my lips to hers, climbed over her and rubbed my still hard cock through her split. She was so drenched, there was more than enough lube for a very slippery ride through her groove. Then, I recalled my wife’s words when she told me about how good that tight pussy would feel around her daddy’s dick and groaned as I imagined the possibility.
But, I shook my head to clear away the taboo thoughts and nibbled my way down her neck while I hungered to taste the light brown walnuts on her chest. With my face buried in her pussy before, I didn’t get a good look at them. They were little puffy beauties perched atop fluffy marshmallows of tender delight. At first I thought they would be firm, but was pleasantly surprised to find how soft and warm they were against my lips and tongue. The lovely little nubbins in the centre popped out when I sucked the succulent flesh into my mouth and brought her bum up from the floor. She shook her hips and squeezed her thighs together which invited more intimate contact. It was gratifying to suck one while I squeezed its mate and caused her to writhe with pleasure.
Then my ears were tickled by her tinkling little musical sighs, while I nibbled my way down her ribs and across her belly. By the time I made it to her tummy button, her rich sex aroma permeated the air and each little whiff that wafted up into my nostrils took a straight path to my throbbing cock. The little man twitched and wiggled to the point I had to treat him to another taste of the steaming split. So, I rubbed him vigorously through the sodden furrow, before I lowered my mouth to the torrid pink core and ardently wallowed my face in her musky swamp.
I growled while I gnawed her pussy with my lips and slurped the tangy sweet broth that flowed so freely from the tight passage that led deep inside her body. The sweet, hungry little pink mouth begged my finger, and when I slipped it in to the knuckles, the little tube swallowed it and went into paroxysms. Then, her thighs clamped shut and tried to knead my cheeks raw, so I grappled the stiff clit with my lips and sucked it into my mouth. The endorphins flooded her brain, and then she squeaked when her body convulsed and quickly became a senseless mass of quivering flesh. I continued my oral assault until her thighs relaxed and allowed me to breath once again, as she sailed off to the Land of Nod.
“What are you doing to my sister?” Asked the excited little voice behind me.
With my ears covered with bare thigh, I didn’t hear anyone enter and was startled when I heard it. I was even more startled to look up and see my wife’s smiling face as she told me, “I know exactly how she feels. We only got the tail end but I believe you made your daughter very happy.” The fright made my heart stop for a moment until I noticed the two happy, smiling faces. “Now tell your little girl what you were doing to her sister.”
Incoherently at first, I managed to stammer a feeble, “Uh, I was licking her.”
“Now tell her why you were doing it,” my wife demanded.
“Well, she wanted me to do it again because she liked it so much the first time.”
“Do tell us about the first time? I’m sure another little girl might want her daddy to make her happy, too.”
“Mum, why did you say that? What if I don’t like it?” Came Holly’s quick response.
“Ask him to do it. If you don’t like it I’m sure he’ll stop,” retorted my wife.
“Your mum’s right, Holly, I’ll stop if you don’t like it,” I told her as I raised myself from between Heather’s legs.
Then, Holly slapped her hand over her mouth and pointed her finger at my cock which swung in the air and giggled uncontrollably, saying, “It’s a boner,” which caused me to wonder where she picked that up from and gave myself two guesses.
“Why don’t you ask nicely if you can hold his boner. If you don’t, your mum will.” My wife told her.
She knelt next to me and I watched her little eyes follow my swaying bone and was hypnotized by it. Then, my wife wrapped the girl’s hand around it and a big toothy smile broke out on her face. Tentatively, she ran her soft little hand over the length, and then she squeezed. It felt so good I groaned while my balls rolled in their bag.
“What did I tell you your daddy would like?” My wife prompted her daughter.
When she reached down and kissed the little blob of sticky fluid on the tip, my mind screamed, “Fuck me!” That was unbelievable, but, of course, I wanted to know what else my wife had coached her on.
“Now lick your lips and taste it,” the woman instructed the girl.
“Bugger me over the wicket,” I muttered as the girl ran her tongue over it and smacked her lips.
Then, my wife used her fist to strip a large bead of the thick juice from the shaft, dipped her head down and told the girl, “If you don’t get it, I will,” and then poked her tongue out.
Needless to say, the girl wasn’t going to let her mum have it and swooped in and sucked the tip of my cock into her mouth. It surprised her because she got much more than just a bead, because at that moment, my balls unleashed themselves in her mouth. The first spurt shot down her throat and coated her tongue before she choked and pulled away while the next spurts spattered across her tightly clenched eyes and scowling features.
“Oh, that is so gross and nasty,” came the newly awakened Heather’s voice, but she was clearly fascinated and closely watched each spurt as they landed on her sister’s face.
After the last little bit bubbled over the little girl’s knuckles, she stated, “That was really nasty,” with a bright smile on her face, and then licked her lips.
My cock wilted a little before my wife reached in and licked a gooey string from her daughter’s face, before she gave the girl a tongue bath and slurped up every drop she could find. All of the blood quickly traveled south from my brain and my little soldier popped up tall and proud.
However, my wife was smoking hot now. I could very well see that she found the girl’s participation highly stimulating and now she wanted some of the action.
She literally ripped her sopping wet knickers off, pulled me between her legs and demanded, “Fuck me now!”
What choice did I have but to spear her juicy snatch and nail it to the floor? It was exhilarating, to say the least, and had been years since we engaged in such a brisk and impromptu fuck. To the girl’s delight, they got to watch their dad plumb their mummy’s pussy like it hadn’t been done in years. We had mellowed over time and had not fucked this aggressively since the first year we were married.
Then, my mind wandered and I imagined I was inside Heather’s tight little pussy, which gave me even more impetus… so I really hammered it in.
End Chapter Two
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