How Polygamy Begins – 7

The girls pulled me up, and we said goodnight to the parents. I was the last to file out of the room and looked back, and to my astonishment, Mom was on her knees sucking Angus, and Gina and Angela were on their knees doing the same to Dad. I closed the door and followed my girls to our room. We were lucky we didn’t meet anyone in the hall. The girls were still in their matching sheer red baby dolls with their other clothes draped in their arms.

In the room, the girls went about their business, putting things away while I stripped for bed. Brandi was the first to join me on the bed. We gave each other a passionate kiss. Then Brandi snuggled up to my right side and fell asleep.

The next was Rachel; she gave me a tender kiss and asked, “You want a blow job, babe?”

“Only if you really want to. It’s been a long day, but I’ll take care of anyone with needs,” I responded.

The other girls each came and kissed me in turn. Connie and Rachel slept in the other bed. Heather cuddled up to my left, with Melly and Susan on the outside.

I woke on Christmas Eve to Heather sucking my cock. Brandi had rolled over in the night and was facing Sue. Heather was still wearing the baby doll, and when she noticed my eyes open, she slowly pulled my cock from her mouth, then climbed up my body and gave me a passionate kiss as her hand positioned my cock between her already wet pussy lips and pushed back the length of my cock.

Heather broke the kiss and commented, “god, I’ll never get tired of that feeling.” Then she lifted and put her hands on my chest as she ground her clit against me.

Heather usually liked to fuck and be fucked hard, and she wasn’t ordinarily quiet about it. This time was slow, and I could tell she was trying to be silent. She moaned softly with her mouth closed and scrunched her face as her orgasm started. Then laid down and pushed her face into the pillow as she grunted and convulsed in orgasm.

She lay there with my cock buried in her and drifted into sleep. Her pussy continued to spasm every so often for a while. It was just frequent enough to keep me on the edge. On the sixth or seventh spasm, I came so much I felt it flow out around my cock.

On a picturesque Christmas Eve, we arrived back at the chalet after several days full of adventure. We were all looking forward to a peaceful evening before the celebrations began. Angela, the master chef, took charge of preparing the Christmas dinner. She divided the tasks among Mom, Gina, Susan, and Connie while the rest of us set up the tables and chairs in the main living area.

As we waited for the dinner to be served, the aroma of Angela’s cooking filled the room, making our mouths water. When the appetizer, Porcini and Chestnut soup, was served, we were all in awe of its rich texture and flavor.

The soup was followed by Filet De Boeuf En Croute, which was cooked to perfection. The main course was accompanied by Spinach sautéed with creamy garlic sauce, Asparagus topped with Hollandaise sauce, and roasted red potatoes and shallots in balsamic vinaigrette. The combination of flavors in the meal was out of this world.

Angela had hired a local Sous Chef and a couple of waiters for the occasion. She looked stunning in her dress and could enjoy dinner like everyone else while the sous plated and the waiters served us.

Jean-Francois and his wife, Ingrid, joined us, making it a dinner for thirteen. The atmosphere was warm and jolly, and we spent the next two hours eating, drinking, and conversing. After the meal, we enjoyed a delightful array of desserts before exchanging gifts. Mom had always emphasized not working on Christmas Day, so we completed the gift exchange, dinner, meals for Christmas Day, and cleanup on Christmas Eve. Christmas day would start with sunrise Christmas Mass, and the rest of the day was spent enjoying the company of our loved ones.

While we were traveling, Jean-Francois took the opportunity to move two king beds together into my suite. That way, Angus and Gina would have a suite for themselves. We still had the second bedroom in my suite, so my girls could have some privacy should they want it.

Heather speaks up, “We are girls, after all; we bicker and fight about petty shit.”

“Yeah, even though we are like sisters, we don’t always get along,” Connie responds.

“And by that time in our relationship, our cycles had synced,” Rachel comments.

“Luckily, we didn’t have that problem over that holiday,” Susan interjects.

“You ladies are always pretty good together. I think the readers of our story will be impressed by how well you get along,” I respond. “Okay, on with our story.”

That night, our Emporors Bed got pretty busy. We had excused ourselves for bed, but Mom pulled me aside as I passed while the girls headed up.

“We asked her to distract you for a few minutes,” said Connie.

“I figured that out when I got to our room,” I respond.

I got up to the suite, and the girls spread out across the bed in various poses. They all had big red bows on their heads, wide red ribbons across their chests, panties with big red bow ties on each side, and a name tag that said, “From: Santa To: Jay.”

“Damn!” I exclaimed. “I must have been a good boy this year!” There was a chair next to the bed, so I sat in the chair and called each of them in turn to sit on my lap. I unwrapped them, gave them each a lingering sweet kiss, and sent them back to the bed. Once I finished unwrapping, I joined them on the bed where they unwrapped me.

Mom had warned us not to stay up too late because we were all going to Christmas Mass if she had to drag us there. With that in mind, the girls prepared each other to keep foreplay down, and we had sex with each other in her favorite position: Brandi, Melly, and Susan rode cowgirl. Connie wanted missionary, and then Heather and Rachel wanted doggie.

Heather went last, and I pounded her pussy hard for a couple of minutes. I told her I was close, and she yelled, “Do it in my ass. Shove it in, don’t be gentle!”

Heather did like it rough, so I pulled out my cock, slick with her juices, pressed the tip against her star, and shoved it in balls deep in a single stroke. Heather let out a primal howl and fell forward on the bed, convulsing in orgasm. I followed after a few strokes and filled her ass with my cream.

We all quickly showered and got into our giant bed in a new position. I lay in a normal position at the center, but the girls lay sideways, three on each side of me, with their heads on either my chest, stomach, or thigh.

December sunrise in Switzerland wasn’t early, 8:15 a.m., and with St. Moritz surrounded by the Alps, the Catholic Mass wouldn’t begin till 8:30 when the sun crested the mountain Piz Rosatsch.

After the Mass, we walked around town before returning to the Chalett for brunch. We sat around all day and talked. In the afternoon, Mom, Connie, and Gina took turns reading ‘A Christmas Carol’ out loud. Then, for dinner, Angela heated a Christmas stew and bread pudding she had made the day before and served it on heavy paper plates to keep cleanup to a minimum.

The day was relaxing, and everyone went to bed early. Tomorrow, we will heli-ski Mont Rosa. After seven miles of incredible downhill Skiing, the helicopter would take us a few miles to ski the Matterhorn trail, a ski run at the base of the iconic Matterhorn mountain.

Christmas night, we decided to go to bed early.