Christmas Presents 2

I don't know who was looking forward to it more, Dad or Sveta. I mean, I was looking forward to it, but not in the same way. And Dad's done it before, so while he gets to be number one again for another girl, it's not his first time. But for Sveta, it was like virginity all over again. And at Christmas.

In case I'm being too oblique (and Lord knows I'm trying) I'm talking 'bout cream. Inside of certain orifices, specifically. Back after Thanksgiving when we first got Sveta on the pill, I did wonder if Dad actually would get to be the first, because I figured she'd get back to college, able to do it, and some handsome young man would sweep her off her feet and convince her. But she was too busy with working to even think about sex, or so she says. Plus her roommate situation makes even thinking about it difficult.

But once she got home after exams, I knew that the first time she came over, Dad was going to paint her foyer. I knew this because he was saving it up. He wouldn't let me tempt him at all for a few days before hand, and for all I know he was blueballing himself to increase the tension. I won't be jealous because while the first time I had him cum inside me, I don't think he went to quite those lengths, he's done cum-fasts in the past in order to give some special lady a special load, and I've been the happy recipient on a number of occasions, so I can tell you that they work. He cums buckets if he works up to it, and he's not exactly Captain Two-Spurt normally, so that should tell you something. Quality, not quantity, is definitely my father's motto.

For the week preceding her arrival, Sveta talked about how she was looking forward to getting her first creampie. A lot. Like Christmas existed for the sole purpose of getting her creamed. She wanted me to tell her all about it, how it felt, over and over again. She wanted to know if he was likely to spring her right as she came through the door, or if there was some kind of ceremony. I told her he'd probably let her get through the door, but to the best of my knowledge we didn't have any secret ritual planned, just some light chanting and a few sacrificed goats.

The day after she got home, she finally made it to the house. She'd wanted to come over the night she got in, but couldn't. Still, she was over bright and early on the following day, bundled up against the cold which only served to make her look cuter. Her face is terribly cute, and you'll just have to take my word on that because you'll never get to see it. I could be happy just looking at her face, cheeks rosy from the cold, eyes glistening from the wind. If I'd had the ability, I would have jumped her and been her first creampie right there in the doorway. But the neighbors might have been a little curious. And damn it, I haven't yet mastered the seventh level of the mystical arts, so I can't manifest my spirit phallus yet, let alone ejaculate, which only happens when you hit eighth level. Wow, I live in a Japanese video game, don't I?

Getting back to the matter at hand, Dad wasn't there because he had to work. So I got to have the fun of unwrapping my package, taking her upstairs, warming her up, then snuggling for a while making pillow talk. Of course, she wanted to know when Dad would be home. "Is he here yet, is he here yet?" is a mild understatement. I wasn't insulted, particularly because I managed to get a giant orgasm out of her in spite of her distractions. I swear, it doesn't work the same way for girls, but it was like she'd been blueballing herself too. Poor girl doesn't get anywhere near enough orgasms; they all seem to be big ones. She hasn't experienced the true joy of the variety of orgasms you can have if you have them steadily. Or maybe it's just me. I do like to cum, I won't lie. My sisters who can't, or who don't, I feel very sorry for, even if I shouldn't.

We had lunch, Sveta shooed me away from starting in on her again and instead worked on me until the Os were simply rolling down my back. She's gotten so much better it's like she's not even the same girl she was a year ago. Practice does indeed make perfect. I sometimes worry a little that she'll imprint to what I want, and she'll never be able to satisfy anyone else, but I don't worry about that too much because I'm a selfish whore. Also, I'm sure she'll do fine with other people as well. She's getting quite good at sex in general. Mike complimented her, and I don't think he was just saying it because she's new and still quite tight. Last year, that would have been true, but now, she's really blossoming. I'm very proud. I can't wait for her to branch out and share her new-found gifts with some other lucky people. And then tell me all about it. Hot.

Dad finally got home, said hello to Sveta with a big hug and kiss, and told her to give him a bit to warm up and blow off steam. It must have been difficult for both of them to wait. I know I found it difficult, and I wasn't even going to do anything but watch.

Finally, Dad picked Sveta up in his arms and made a joke about Rhett Butler, then we all went downstairs to the playroom. Sveta was naked, Dad pulled off his underwear and was too, and although it didn't matter, so was I, giving myself plenty of freedom of access to my various joy buzzers.

She asked him what position he wanted to start in (which is a huge step for her, being able to be so frank about things like that) and he said, "Lady's choice, but we'll want to wind up with me on top, I think. Don't want to waste anything." She giggled at that. She still gets a little nervous, which is adorable, but it's to the point where it's just adorable and not something which affects her much. At least, it doesn't seem to, and she doesn't say it does.

But before she picked a position, she lay back on the floor and let Dad eat her out. No one can get enough of doing that. Sveta has a gimmick, as it were, and she's going to have plenty of people willing to make her cum orally. She turned to me and asked if I'd run up and get her a glass of water, in case. It's a reasonable request; cumming does wear her out a little, and she'd had a big one already. "As long as you wait to start the show until I get back," I said jokingly, then dashed off to get some water.

When I got back, his head was between her spread legs, her knees bent, her feet pulled up a little. His hands were on her hips, running up and down from her belly to her thighs and back. She was gasping a little, and she looked at me and grinned with wide eyes. I put the glass down, came over and gave her a kiss, then lay next to her, holding her hand. It's wonderfully sensual to be next to her, lying turned a little to face her, like I'm being eaten out at the same time. Of course, actually being eaten out at the same time is the ideal, but you can't always do that. As it is, our eyes meet and I feel the orgasm building inside her. I won't lie and say I wasn't stroking my own pussy too.

When it came, it came softly, not forcefully like it had with me. I don't know if she squirted at all, or just got a little moist. Still, her hand clenched on mine, and her eyes got that look she gets, which is really hard to describe, sort of like panic but in a good way. She never looks like she wants to escape. Some women, when they cum, look ready to squirm away, but she always looks like she's happy to be there, just unable to completely process the sensation. Of course, she claims that I look hungry when I cum, so maybe it's just in the eye of the beholder. Or maybe I'm greedy.

He kept working until he was sure she was finished, then he looked up, gave me a look which said, "Get out of the way," and when I moved away, he moved up until his hips were between her thighs, bracing his body over her on his elbows. He gave her a kiss, let her wrap her arms around him, then pulled up a little and reached down to adjust himself, then pressed his hips slowly into her pelvis until he was fully inside her.

"Lexi probably told you I've been saving up for you," he said with a smile, giving her another kiss. "So I may not last as long as I'd like to."

"It doesn't matter," she said, kissing him back.

Then he started thrusting, smoothly, firmly, her legs riding up around him until she was almost bent at the waist to let him press deep into her. She reached out one hand after a few thrusts and beckoned, and I came over and took her hand in mine and held it, to feel the connection between us, not for moral support but because we wanted to be close.

Dad may say things like, "I won't last long," but he's speaking relatively. Even him not lasting long is more than long enough for most people. If he could still cum as many times as I understand he could when he was younger, he'd be able to spend the entire day fucking, easily. He'd be able to wear me out, I bet, and that's hard to do. So he fucked her firmly, steadily, not monotonously though, sometimes switching up and pressing deep and grinding, sometimes moving more quickly in and out. They kissed for a while, but her breath started coming quickly, and eventually she was moaning.

"Daddy, daddy!" she moaned. That... well, I came. How he didn't, I don't know. Hearing her call him Daddy... yeah, it was sexy and also so touching. She really is a part of the family, I think. Even if, God forbid, she and I were to break up, I would imagine she'll still be important to me as a family member, or something like that. Actually, I can't see us breaking up. We might find other people to be steady with, but I can't see us breaking up completely.

Dad didn't cum when she started moaning, "Daddy," but he did get more intense, and he was practically slamming home when she came on him. I felt her fingers tighten down on my hand like a vice, and she cried out, not loud, her eyes closed, her mouth open.

I don't think she could have stood much more after that, but fortunately Dad knew that and also was close, so once she opened her eyes and started looking a little worried, he slowed down momentarily, kissed her, and asked her if she really wanted him to cum inside her. She just nodded, hard. He pulled back away from her with his chest and lifted her hips a little, then with what was probably fading strength started thrusting into her again, once, twice, three times, and then he pressed home, grunted, "I love you Sveta," and stopped, just holding her slightly elevated, her hips against him. I couldn't see, really, but I knew that she was getting an epic first creampie.

After a minute, he finally sighed and let her go, and there were red marks on her thighs where his hands had gripped her. "Sorry honey, I didn't mean to hurt you," he said regretfully, bending over and giving her a kiss. She was just lying there, a small smile on her face, as he pulled back, his cock slipping out, still half-hard.

I went to inspect the damage (just a turn of phrase, don't worry, nothing was damaged). Her cunt was a little spread and very wet, quite puffy and looked swollen and pink from the orgasm and the intense fuck. I didn't see signs of cum at first, but then she tensed and a bead of white peaked out and drooled down toward her anus. It was quite white and thick, not the thin watery stuff.

"Did I get one?" she asked dreamily.

"You couldn't tell?" asked Dad with a laugh. "Ah well, I must be getting old."

"No, no, I meant does it look like it does in the pornos," said Sveta, sitting up a little which caused more to ooze out. God, if I'd had a video camera... yeah, it was very alluring. "I felt it go in, even after cumming so hard. It felt really good." Dad bent over and gave her a kiss.

"Glad you enjoyed your first with me," he said with a grin. "Now I bet my daughter there wants some time to clean you up a little. Don't spoil your dinners; it's almost ready I think."

And he got to his feet a little slowly and went up the stairs.

"Did I do good?" she wanted to know, and of course I told her she did great and was amazing and all of the things which are absolutely true. Then she lay back, worn out, and said, "Go on, do what Daddy said and clean me up."

The two tastes mingled together were wonderful; it's been a while since I got to eat a creampie, and even longer since it was two people I love so much coming together like that. Perhaps I should say "cumming together," but that's too easy. They did cum together, but they also came together as lovers, and I think that's more important.

We were late to dinner because we had some fun, once Sveta recuperated, getting all the cum out of her, or at least some of it. She grunted and strained and worried she was going to wet herself, and large dollops of cream oozed out, and I licked them up. Then we finally went to dinner.

So that was Sveta's first creampie, and she enjoyed it as much as I figured she would. She's hooked now. Since then, she's had several more, which perhaps I'll get to in my next post. But that was the first. She's pretty much not a virgin at anything any more. Now we can move on to advanced studies.