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A Christine Carole
by HDTopper topperhd@hotmail.com)
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This story is a spoof of the Dickens, A Christmas
Carole. (MFF, bi, 1st, beast)
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Legal Notice: The author has created this story, solely
for the pleasure and consumption by adults of legal
age. Please do not read this publication if you are not
of legal age or are offended by adult situations of a
sexual nature.
This story is an obvious spoof of Dickens’s Christmas
Carol and it was created with no intention of
disrespect to Mr. Dickens.
***
A Christine Carole
By, HDTopper
It was about three-thirty the afternoon of December
twenty-forth and as was common this time of year in New
England, a light snow had begun to fall. But most
everyone was undeterred as they flittered about filled
with holiday cheer. Even the downtown office towers
were filled with smiling men and women running about
trying to get ready for the big day, that is everyone
except maybe the tense and frightened Lorie Hatchet.
Lorie was making her final examination of the closing
documents she had prepared for the properties that Mrs.
Carole had finally unloaded from her portfolio. Its
completion would definitely make Christine very happy,
but she knew the happiness would most likely end there.
Lorie also knew that Mrs. Carole would most likely
explode in violent anger when she asked her for the day
following Christmas off as well. Unfortunately with
Christmas falling on Thursday she would have no one to
care for her daughter, little Noel, come Friday
morning.
After a gentle knock on the office door and the normal
harsh response for her to enter, as she entered she
heard, "Are there no city, state or federal medical
agencies, don’t our taxes take care of our wretched
folks," she heard Christine bellow!
"In fact aren’t we robbed enough by taxation for the so
called poor on a daily basis? Go away and leave me be,"
She heard her continue before slamming down the phone.
Lorie knew immediately that was the local businessmen’s
group that she had put through on the switchboard a few
minutes earlier, calling about the children’s Christmas
Fund.
Upon entering Christine Carole’s plush twentieth floor,
corner office suite, meekly laid all the finished
documents before Mrs. Carole for her approval. She
remained quiet as Christine examined the format of the
documents and watched as Christine began to speed read
the packet of closure forms
As Christine completed perusing the last of the
documents Lorie nervously cleared her throat and began
to explain her plight. She tried desperately to make
Mrs. Carole understand that she had no choice because
of Noel’s handicaps, but Christine’s perpetual case of
foul moods just exploded.
"Bah Humbug, she began, it’s like this every year, this
stupid holiday just closes down the world’s commerce,
it strips hard working people like me of our just
rewards. As you know you are a salaried employee, and
that means you and this stupidity are taking two days
of wages right out of my pocket without a second of
work. It’s unfair and should be illegal."
"I’m, I’m so, so sorry Mrs. Carole, but I have no
choice; I have to take care of Noel. Please don’t be
angry, I’ll make it up to you in extra hours whenever I
can."
"Bah Humbug, be off with you and your miserable
holiday, go ahead take advantage of my soft heart and
kindness. Just be off and take your excuse for
extortion with you. Go ahead you and the rest of my
unappreciative staff can abuse my generosity,"
Christine Carole bellowed in what she projected as the
poor pathetic voice of a hapless victim.
Seeing a clear escape before her, Lorie thanked her
employer and was gone in a flash.
Chapter I
As Lorie sat on the subway heading to the suburban lot
where she parked her car and then eventually on to the
specialty day care center that cared for Noel, Lorie’s
mind began to wander. Back to the better days, days
when her husband Harry and her sat on one of these very
trains heading downtown to do Christmas shopping for
the impending blessed event, the coming birth of their
first child. Ah yes, it was such a wonderful time. She
and Harry sat holding hands, their faces glowing with
parental pride of her first pregnancy, not to mention
the smiles of true love that they always wore anyway.
It was only two months later and one month after the
birth, that all the reports were final, Noel had been
born with a rare birth defect. At best, they might see
her live only until early teens, ooh of course, there
was some possibility of a cure but no insurance company
covered the super expensive somewhat experimental
procedure.
Besides it was without question well beyond their
present or future financial capabilities for that
matter. This misfortune of birth was the beginning of
another misfortune, the inevitable demise of their
marriage. Now with Noel going to be nine tomorrow it
made about five years since Harry had been seen or
heard from.
Lorie closed her eyes fighting back the tears as her
mind continued to wander. As she remembered another
Christmas two years before Noel’s birth; she was a
student at a local university and enjoying a Christmas
party at her friend Lee’s house where she had just been
introduced to a tall handsome man. Lorie had just begun
to be comfortable talking with him when out of nowhere
Lee began dancing around them holding a fist full of
mistletoe above their heads.
Now it all became apparent to her, this was a setup and
the culprit was now making a scene for all those in
earshot to join in. Eventually with all the prodding
and jeers, they had little choice but to give in and
kiss so that everyone would let them alone. But not
five minutes later the instigator was back again with
her mistletoe making them kiss again, then again and
again over the next hour or so. Although she was
slightly miffed about being setup to meet this man, in
her heart she knew that later she would have to thank
Lee.
The trip down memory lane brought her forward to
another night, a night in late March or early April of
that New Year. Harry and her had decided to take a long
weekend and drive from Boston the fifteen hours to his
parent’s home in Ohio. As they drove through upper
state New York they met up with an unexpected freak
snowstorm that made driving any further an extremely
dangerous venture, so they decided to take a room and
wait out the storm.
Lorie was still a virgin at the time, but as they
watched TV on one of the single beds and spooned, Harry
began lovingly kissing and nibbling at the nape of her
sensitive neck. Lorie felt chills running down her
spine. The semi-erotic love story they were watching
was punctuating the unending array of tender nibbles
and kisses that Harry was covering her exposed flesh
with.
As he continuously bathe her neck and shoulders with
loving kisses he reached around and opened a few
buttons of her blouse baring even more of her shoulders
and back to him. Moving her hair out of the way he
began once again to kiss, nibble and lick all of the
newly exposed bare flesh that his lips and tongue could
now reach.
Back and forth his lips, teeth and tongue traveled
across her bare flesh, from shoulder to shoulder.
Occasionally as Lorie relaxed, succumbing even more and
more to the erotic sensations he undid even more
buttons allowing his mouth to travel lower onto her
spine making those beautiful tingles grow stronger. The
sensations were so wonderful that Lorie began having
trouble keeping her eyes open and on the TV movie.
Well, it’s not so bad she thought, even though her
blouse was suddenly opened to the waist, he is only
kissing my back, she thought, how bad could that be, so
she laid still and enjoying his ministrations, as her
succumbed even more.
When Harry’s massaging fingertips found there way
around front to Lories exposed flesh her reasoning
ability began to deteriorate and even as he pulled her
blouse free of her skirt waist she made no protest.
Even when he began gently fondling her breasts through
her thin bra Lorie continued to succumb, as she lay
totally motionless. Besides she reasoned, his eyes and
lips are on my back, what’s so wrong with that, he's
felt my breasts before anyway, so what’s the big deal?
A short time later Harry had rolled her onto her back
and moved his shirtless body between her splayed
thighs, and with no words spoken he gently pushed one
breast free of its protective cup and took the exposed
nipple into his lips. With the warm wet tip of his
tongue Harry began to rub the captured nub in circles,
causing it to grow and harden.
Because her conscious ability to reason had long ago
begun to wane it was now becoming desperate as it
became even further degraded. But worse yet, her own
sensory organs had begun to work against what little
ability for her to reason remained. Ooh God, she
thought, this feels so marvelous and the sensations are
so gently and loving how can I stop him now.
All Lorie knew and all she could think about at that
moment in time was being loved and the erotic feelings
that were taking over her body. In fact Lorie never
noticed that her skirt had been pushed up above the
waistband of her panties, nor did she feel it being
held in place on her belly by his.
Her mind was only filled with his gentle kisses as his
lips met hers and his thumb as it caressed her ever-
enlarging nipple. So the distant sound of a zipper
being opened passed by her ears never registering in
her brain. The hot wet tongue and lips that were
tenderly nibbling at her ear lobe apparently must have
blocked all sound or the ability for it to register in
her brain. Even when the gusset of her panties was
moved aside she heard and felt nothing. In fact
Lorie only felt and heard the gentle loving caress of
her darling’s lips and fingertips
She suddenly missed the partially calloused tips of his
fingers as they left her inner thighs and grazed over
the panties that covered her pubic mound. Now that they
were gone it only left her filled with the sensation of
how gentle and loving he could be. In her mind it was
obvious that he cared for her so very, very much and he
just wanted her to feel wonderful.
So when her panties were moved aside and the bare tip
of a heated, soft yet rigid even larger finger suddenly
returned and began to separate her labia she only felt
its warmth. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew
he was seeking entry to her vagina and into her very
sole, but it felt so soft, so warm and ooh, ooh God it
felt so very, very right.
As his cock spread the lips of her virgin pussy, it
passed easily through her soaking wet point of entry
because it was saturated with the nectar that flowed
out of her like a flood. His cock met with what would
prove to be only a token resistance until it
encountered her hymen. Once it forcefully struck that
barrier, her brain awoke and her ability to reason
slowly began to understand and react upon its
responsibilities.
"OOH MY GOD NOOOO," Lorie cried out as she thrust her
hips upwards in a belated attempt to dislodge this
rigid phallic invader. Her efforts were utterly useless
and only resulted in an antithetical effect. As her
hips moved forward and upwards, inadvertently they were
met with his downward thrust. Their combined movements
resulted in the obvious and most likely occurrence; the
bulbous head of her lover’s cock tore her virgin
barrier asunder impaling her fully on the first and
only man's cock to ever enter her body.
"OOH MY GOD NO, OOH MY GOD NO, NO YOU'RE, YOU’RE IN
ME!"
"Oh yes my love I'm in you, please don’t move we are
finally one, please don’t fight it, please let me make
love to you. Ooh yes it's so good, it's so right and I
love you so much."
Lorie gasped remaining rigid, unmoving and virtually
soundless. She lay there as if she were skewered on a
spit frozen in place with her hips still slightly
thrust up and forward as Harry’s engorged cock moved
even deeper yet into the very core of her no longer
virgin vagina.
Lorie continued to remain stoic as her body and brain
tried to process all the sensory and factual
ramifications of this sudden unexpected invasion of her
body. But while Lorie remained both wordless and
motionless Harry jump-started the assault upon the
highly charged nerve endings inside her pussy.
Utilizing the slow in and out thrusts of his bloated
cock, and the tender caring caresses he had used on her
breasts and nipples had begun to once again win over
her body’s sensory organs.
Lorie’s body had once again begun to work against her
and as she felt sensations that made her tremble and
want for more, she succumbed once again. As Lories
began to show renewed signs of heating up, Harry wisely
held his hips still, leaving his cock buried deep
within her without thrusting, allowing her body to
accept the feeling and redeveloped its previous sexual
need.
Within a few minutes she had begun to breath
irregularly, her nipples throbbed and the natural need
in her pussy caused her lubrication to flow freely onto
his cock. Feeling the renewed throbbing of the inner
walls and the damp heat of her excretions Harry
restarted the in and out motions of intercourse.
He pulled back an inch or so then fed that inch and a
little more back into her each time. First it was an
inch and a half, then two inches and as soon as she
began to secrete her feminine nectar in an abundant
flow, he reset the tempo and began full-length thrusts.
Harry proudly smiled to himself, it happened, they were
finally were fucking, really fucking.
Lorie had totally surrendered and was without realizing
it greeting each and every one of his thrusts with one
of her own. Their tempo had begun to slowly increase in
speed and ferocity. Lorie not only welcomed this change
she also actively participated in its evolution. This,
their first act of love was an act that without their
knowledge was exactly as God had created, it was an act
of love and procreation.
Suddenly Lorie gasped aloud as her hips drove violently
upward her pubic mound crashing violently against his.
Then Lorie exploded in her first cock-induced orgasm.
As Lorie reached her utopia Harry was unexpectedly
captivated by his lover’s gasps of orgasmic pleasure,
not to mention the amazing heat encapsulated his groin
as it was expelled from her very sole. Harry
immediately fell victim to this erotic display as he
joined her in orgasm.
Harry let his balls explode releasing a torrent of
sperm his body had dreamed of delivering into hers for
months. He filled her belly with the volumes of sperm
until they were sated and fell into each other’s grasp
and remaining almost motionless until they awoke,
nearly six hours later.
Unbeknownst to them as they slept Harry’s sperm had
done their job. Harry and Lorie were now the parents of
the coming Christmas’s first child.
Chapter II
Christine Carole watched Lorie’s cute ass cheeks sway
and jiggle like Christmas bells as an obviously excited
Lorie vacated her office. When she closed the door
behind her she left this crotchety old and lonely woman
to her own kind of Christmas.
Christine reclined as she pushed her chair back and
away from her desk, staring up toward the ceiling and
into nothingness. That is quite explanatory for
Christine’s life; it was all nothingness for her over
the past ten years ever since that drunken son of a
bitch, that no good bastard ran over her poor wonderful
Marley.
It was Christmas Eve, ten years ago, when Marley, the
love of her life, had just left the Jewelry store. He
had just picked up that cursed diamond pendant he
ordered her for Christmas present. As he excitedly
stepped out the door he never had a chance, the clod
lost control of his pick-up swerved around the corner
and snuffed out the life of the finest man she had ever
known.
Marley Carole had started, "Carole Associates", and
hired her as its first employee. A company that
eventually became one of the Northeast’s foremost
Realty Management and sales Firms. Between them, they
lived for the business and through their combined
efforts directed its expediential growth. True at first
she was merely his secretary, and then became his right
arm, finally an integral part of its daily operations
and success.
Then there was that hotel deal; they had just closed
it, closed it together. It was Boston’s deal of the
decade, possibly two decades, and she was equally
responsible for its success. Christine was now more,
much more than a secretary.
Afterward in the privacy of their then modest office,
they celebrated with champagne. Their business future
as well as their lives were determined in a mere
instant as they glanced deeply into each other’s eyes.
All at once that emotional fire that had been building
between them for ages was suddenly unleashed. Better
part of a magnum of expensive champagne was sloshing
around in their unfed bellies and the alcohol stoked
their mutual flames even more.
Something was about to happen, but who was going to
take that first step? Then the silence was broken as
Marley stepped forward looked into her eyes and almost
cried out, "Christine you may hate me later, but right
now I don’t give a fuck. I have wanted you forever, so
right now I intend to take you."
As she sat back in her overstuffed executive chair
remembering it all, Christine could not help the
enormous smile that crossed her usually sullen face. In
her mind’ eye she could still see Marley as she watched
him step toward her. His controlling arrogance showed
in his eyes but so did the passion he was feeling at
that moment. But what really made her laugh was the
obvious large protrusion jutting in the front of his
trousers.
In her reverie she could still see that big lance
bobbing, and aimed directly at her crotch as he walked
toward her. Without any ceremony or act of delicacy
Marley roughly took her shoulders in his strong hands,
laid her back on his desk and pushed her skirt above
her waist.
As Marley began to speak again, Christine looked into
his eyes and moaned, "just shut up and fuck me you
bastard, I’ve waited long enough for you to be a man
and take me."
Their first mating was animalistic almost brutal, but
ooh so fulfilling.
With one arm he swept the desk clean dumping everything
onto the floor and settled her body in the middle with
her ass at its edge. He pushed Christine’s form fitting
business skirt up at her waist, and in his inpatients
Marley just tore away the gusset of her white silk
panties, leaving them mere shards. But more importantly
to him, it left her feminine core hopelessly undefended
and available for him to assault and violate.
In what seemed to be a single motion Marley sucked in
his breath, letting his pants belt and boxers fall to
his ankles and impaled her pussy on the shaft of his
throbbing cock.
When Christine felt the head of his spear pass her
outer lips she wrapped her legs around his waist and
let loose with a gusher of her own lubricating nectar
that she had stored-up in her many fantasies in hopes
of him taking her like he was at that very moment.
The release of her abundant fluid eased the path for
his cock’s entry and welcomed its arrival. They fucked
like savage primates in the wild. It was as though they
fucked in fear, like primates wanting to finish mating
before an even bigger, more dangerous carnivore
happened upon them locked helplessly together. They
thrust violently at one another until in mere moments
their long overdue passion exploded violently as they
fell to the floor like melting snowmen, sated but still
dripping their fluids onto the rug.
They remained locked in a lovers embrace for at least
twenty minutes, before they fucked again and again. In
fact they fucked on, in or under every piece of
furniture in the office and some more than once.
Eventually awaking late Christmas morning on the office
couch, where with their animal passion finally sated,
made slow tender love as they swore their undying love
for one another.
The following day they deposited the net proceeds of
the hotel deal into a new joint account and departed
from Logan Airport for Vegas and a waiting wedding
chapel.
Chapter III
When Christine’s mind finally returned to that hated
Christmas Eve, and the visions of that drunken bastard
that took the only real joy in her life, she wept
silently to her self for a while. When she regained her
composure Christine bundled herself up against the
winter cold, locked the office and as usual on a
Christmas Eve took the elevator alone to the lobby of
an empty office tower, always the first to arrive at
six and last to leave at six.
"Merry Christmas and have a wonderful weekend," the
doorman said as she exited into the cold New England
air.
"Uh, yeah you too," Christine grumbled back. Actually
not really meaning it, as she mumbled in her mind,
"Yeah dick-head, fuck you and Christmas too."
Christine pulled her scarf and collar tight against her
as she stepped out into the new Christmas Snow that
immediately began to whip into her face as it spiraled
back and forth across the narrow Boston street. The
sound was almost deafening as the cold winds hurdled
north to south creating a virtual wind tunnel between
the high-rises.
As the cold wind howled it sent punishing blasts of
frozen snow slamming into her face as she tried to walk
against it. Putting her head down and redoubling her
effort, she thrust her body forward toward the parking
garage and the waiting comfort of her Mercedes Sedan.
As she neared the garage entrance her mind began to
play a cruel trick on her, she swore she heard the
faint sound of someone calling her name, mixed with the
howling winds it sounded eerily familiar, but it was
all so impossible.
Looking around she heard it again, "Hey cute buns, wha-
cha-doing," over and over she swore she heard in the
wind but far off in the distance, but she saw no one,
besides the street was barren, she was alone. With the
awful sound of the howling wind it was just a weird
mind trick or the whistle of the wind, besides only
Marley called her cute buns.
"Shit I need a fucking drink," Christine said aloud to
herself knowing she didn’t mean it; hell she thought,
I’ve been sober for almost five years now. Christine
had overcome her excessive drinking that had begun just
a few days after Marley’s funeral. Why now, why did she
even think about having a drink? This was all too crazy
she thought to herself as she approached her car and
pushed the button on the self starter hoping the seats
would begin to warm up for her before she walked that
last few hundred feet to the door.
Quickly, Christine got into the car closed and locked
the doors as she pulled her coat more tightly around
her shivering body and snuggled deeply into the plush
seats, that thankfully were already beginning to show
some warmth. Christine closed her eyes for a few
moments as she snuggled even further into the soft warm
leather seat as she let head fall backwards onto the
headrest settling back and absorbing all the warmth she
could.
As Christine snuggled into the warm seat, she felt a
foreboding yet somehow comforting warmth on her face.
Amazingly it felt almost like the gentle caress of a
lover’s hand as it lingered on her cheek, then heard it
again, but this time it was very near and clear as day.
"Hey cute buns, how-ya-doing?"
Christine bolted awake her eyes scanning the entire car
in seconds, in sheer terror her eyes locked on the
ghostly image of her long dead husband Marley Carole.
Christine ground to a halt, her entire being non-
reactive and motionless even to the point of loosing
her ability to speak. Christine stared through
frightened eyes as she studied this scary apparition
that appeared before her. It appeared to be Marley, but
this creature was a sickeningly horrid shade of grayish
white, the body appeared show ghastly and festered
wounds that may have been run over by that speeding
pick-up truck.
Wrapped around his neck and upper body was what
appeared to be a coil of heavily weighted metal chains.
These burdensome chains seemed as though they actually
passed through the passenger side of the windshield
without breaking cracking or breaking the glass.
Outside another thirty or so feet, possibly even more,
remained coiled at the center of the car’s hood.
With its apparent hefty weight, in her mind she felt it
was astonishing that it could lie there without
damaging the car. But what she found to be even more
gruesome was the extraordinary burden the dozens and
dozens of weights that were attached to each of the
many links that made up this ominous chain must have
been.
"Who, who the fuck are you, and what are you doing in
my car?"
"But cute buns is that anyway to address your husband,
can’t you see?"
"Marley? Impossible, you are dead, what kind of evil
torture is this?" Christine cried out as she began to
slap her own face, "wake up Christine Carole, wake up
from this bad dream," she yelled to herself over and
over as she tried again to slap herself awake.
"Fear not my darling, you are not asleep, and you are
in no danger from me as I promised I will carry my love
for you into eternity. Christine it is because of that
never dying love that is implanted on my very sole that
I have come to you at this important time. This my
darling is the very Eve of Christmas joy, and because
you disregard that fact, I have come to help you.
Christine I have come in love so that you will not also
bear the painful fruits of evil that we weaved for
ourselves in our greed."
"Our disregard for our fellow man, woman or child is
the sin of our greed. Look upon me my love, see the
chain I carry, I made through my own culpability, yes
this onus is the result of my many misdeeds to our
fellow man. Each link I forged as I evicted a poor
family, cheated another of funds, padded the books to
sweeten a deal or just refused or forgot to be merely
human to another man of goodwill. Christine, my love,
by onus is a sever penance, but I fear that your chain
will but so great it will make mine appear as little
more than a mere link of yours."
"Trust me my love this and more shall all come to pass,
unless you look into your heart and heed the word of
one who love you more than life. I ask only that accept
this gesture of absolute love, look deeply your heart
and find that woman I once knew, the woman that taught
me love and joy before I corrupted her and taught her
absolute greed."
"Ooh sweet, sweet Christine the wealth we built is the
merely the fruit of another man’s pain. It is fruit
that is left to rot on the vine unless it is used to
create happiness and to undo man’s inhumanity to man.
Yes my dear our financial rewards were extracted from
the sweat of another’s brow. Ooh my dear listen to me,
the pains I now endure and those that you will soon
endure will be just reward, yes darling it will be
their vengeance."
"Bah Humbug, humbug, humbug that’s what I saw to this
bad dream. You and it are nothing more than a bad piece
of meat in my stomach, an un-digested scrap of a
hastily consumed luncheon. Yes that is, it’s all a bad
dream and soon I will wake up from it, and when I do, I
will be in my comfortable desk chair where I must have
fallen asleep."
"Christine listen to me, I have come to help you my
love, but foremost to warn you of what you have been
chosen to face. Tonight three spirits will visit you,
and let me forewarn you, treat them with respect for in
their clutches lies the truth, heed my word, in their
clutches lies your very future. Christine my love, I
warn you because the love we shared was so pure and
honest. Because of our love I warn you so that you will
never know or feel the pain of my fate. Please listen I
want you to have joy in your life again."
"The first spirit will come to you at the stroke of
midnight, the next one, and the last and most
frightening of all at two, as for me I completed my
final mission, I shall never see life again so heed my
words. Now I must take my leave, but remember I love
you."
A loud clash of thunder filled the world, as Christine
knew it to be in that very moment in time. The vast
energy from that thunder clash virtually ejected Marley
back through the windshield, as he rose through upward
dragging his clanging chain noisily behind him.
The massive onus he carried uncoiled off the car seat
sliding miraculously back through the windshield
leaving no sign of where it had been. At one point when
Marley was in the car, just one single link of his
dragged across her feet and Christine in that moment,
although unhurt in any way, was pinned in place by the
awesome weight she felt.
She could sense how the car was weighted down as the
entire length of Marley’s chain moved inside and across
the car, yet it left no marks as it passed over her
ankle and through the auto’s windshield.
As each weighted link disappeared it clanged and
clinked loudly rising undeterred right through the
thick reinforced concrete ceiling of the parking
garage. Her eyes followed Marley’s path as he ascended
into nothingness finally disappearing from sight. As he
disappeared she felt alone in this sudden and very
uncomfortable silence.
Falling forward onto the steering wheel, Christine
closed her eyes, the result of total emotional
exhaustion. She remained unresponsive, just totally
stoic until once again the silence was broken by
Marley’s voice. "Heed them well, they mean you only
goodwill."
Then her heart almost stopped as without her effort,
her car shifted into gear and began to move forward at
break-neck speed. She tried to brake, to gain control,
but her car kept gaining speed. Faster and faster it
went, reaching speeds beyond her comprehension.
It appeared as though it was little more than a flash
of white light as it headed unchecked directly for the
garage’s thick concrete outer wall. Just as her car
crashed at blinding speed into the concrete wall there
was an awful metal crunching crashing sound, while in
the same micro-second a blinding light filled her
brain, Christine screamed, stopped breathing as the
entire world turned into nothingness.
Christine tried to recapture her ability to breath as
she remained in darkness and silence while she tried to
ascertain if she was still alive. Regaining a little
courage she slowly opened her eyes only to find she was
still in her undamaged car. As she looked around she
realized that for some strange reason she was quietly
parked behind the closed door of her own garage, unhurt
and within the safe confines of her suburban home.
Not understanding what had happened she looked at her
watch, six-ten, impossible she thought. But something
was very odd; her watch must be broken, because in a
normal commute, without bad weather, it took her almost
an hour to reach her suburban home and it was snowing
badly outside. According to her watch she had just left
her office ten minutes ago. Impossible, she thought
again as she made her way to her bedroom.
Stripping to panties and bra, Christine fell into bed
pulling the oversized down comforter over her head, in
short order fell into a deep almost comatose sleep.
Chapter IV
As Lorie Hatchet passed through the main entrance of
the day care center she was greeted with the warm
sounds of, "Mommy, mommy I missed you, we had such fun
today." Lorie smiled as she hugged this strikingly
beautiful nine-year-old. A beautiful child created with
and reared with unconditional love. A child although
baring the scars and pain associated with severe
handicaps, she had grown quite beautiful and seemed to
always have the innate ability to emote love and joy to
whomever was around her.
Bundling Noel into her arms she rushed her trough the
cold to the warm comfort of her old beat up Taurus. It
may not have been pretty but it ran OK and the heater
was great. Buckling her in she noticed her glancing
toward the bags in the back seat trying to get a
glimpse of what may lay in store for her on Christmas
morning. "No peeking, you sly little snoop," she joked
with her little girl as noel blushed and they both
giggled.
As Lorie walked around the car she felt pangs of guilt
again, she knew Santa was never going to bring the
dolly Noel really wanted. It was far too expensive for
her pocket book, so she had to settle for this
discarded doll from a friend’s child. At least the
little brat had so many she hardly played with this
one, and considering they still had the original box,
if she stayed up late tonight she could iron its
clothes and it might just look new again.
As they headed they sang Christmas carols along with
the radio, and once home continued through the evening
as they had dinner and until Noel finally went to bed.
Once Noel was in bed, Lorie began immediately working
hard hoping to make the dolly look as close to new as
possible. But when the clock struck midnight it was
time for her to hit the bed, she’d done what she could
besides she had to be up with the sun and Noel.
At the same stroke of midnight, miles away in the
suburbs came a different sound to the bells of
midnight. "Ho, Ho, Ho, rise and face the joys of
Christmas, Ho, Ho, Ho, rise up Christine, rise up and
join me in the beauty of the season, come join me in a
cup of joy!"
Christine pulled the covers from her head and cast her
tired eyes on a jolly fellow with rosy cheeks and eyes
as bright as the summer sun. He was a giant of a man
with a two foot long white beard. He appeared massive,
super strong yet still somewhat gentle and quite roly-
poly. The ceilings in her Victorian home were well over
eight feet and his Christmas cap bushed against them
and his billowing red and white robe had a fur train
that trailed yards behind him. That’s it, she thought,
he looked like a giant Santa Clause.
Christine jumped up demanding to know who he was and
what he was doing in her room.
"For the moment," he began, "admiring your nice tits
and that cute ass you’re shaking in my face." Then he
let out a laugh that was so loud it must have been
heard miles away.
As Christine looked down at her breasts, they were
almost hanging out of her red demi-bra and on her ass
she had merely a thin band of her matching thong
nestled deep between her firm rounded cheeks. Christine
became flustered and fell down onto the bed hiding her
body under the covers. "Get out, get out of here before
I call the police."
The ghost let out an uproarious laugh, chuckling as he
said, "Ah, you do that, it might prove quite
interesting. First of all I am the Ghost Of Christmas
Past, the first of the ghosts that will guide you
tonight, but your problem is that only you can see me.
So call them, can’t you just see that amusing police
report now, I can see it well."
"Ah yes it is going to read, an almost naked Mrs.
Christine Carole filed a complaint about a seven and a
half foot Christmas ghost. It appears he was in her
bedroom checking out her hot body and making lurid
comments about her firm tits and rounded ass. Now
wouldn’t that make for great reading material on a cold
winter nights for your business associates? Besides
think of what the society gossip press could do with
info like that?"
"OK, OK you win, look just leave will you? I don’t need
you or any other ghost. Just let me sleep please, just
get out of my dream and out of my house."
Suddenly a dark cast appeared in the room, it was easy
to read that this ghost was pissed.
The ghost raised his hand and passed it over the length
of Christine’s body causing her to rise and levitate
above the bed. Instantly her bra fell free of her body
and floated down to the bed only to be joined virtually
simultaneously by her thong.
Christine gasped in fear as her body floated naked
about the room some five feet above the floor, where
she felt a blast of cold air that hit her when her
bedroom window flew open. She was soon floating above
the street with this massive jolly ghost at her side.
Once he had taken her hand, surprisingly, she felt safe
and warm even in the New England winter chilled air
even though she was naked.
"Where are you taking me and can I go back and get
dressed?"
"When you are with me you must remain naked like I so
that you remain invisible and so that no one can see
your clothing, besides aren’t you warm and comfortable.
"OK, OK, but where are we going?"
"To visit Christmas’s past."
"The past? The far past?"
"No, your past."
Taking her hand as they began to soar over the
housetops finally coming to rest in front of an old
single house in a non-descript lower middle-income
neighborhood, somewhere in suburbia.
Looking around with a sudden keen interest Christine
sensed an odd familiarity as they approached the home.
Grasping her hand firmly they passed through its walls,
eventually standing next to a Christmas tree in a small
but well appointed living room. Under a neatly
decorated tree was what appeared to be a dozen or more
attractively gift wrapped presents.
Suddenly a sound caught her attention and as she turned
she caught sight of two small children giggling while
they slinked down the stairs with naughty grins on
their faces.
Stealthily the co-conspirators crept down the final few
steps and over to the Christmas tree being sure to be
quiet. As they neared Christine gasped, tried to cover
her nakedness and jumped behind a high back chair.
Christine was even more startled when the ghost let out
an uproariously loud laugh, so loud in fact, she was
sure it was heard blocks away.
"Be calm Christine," the ghost bellowed as he continued
to laugh, "they can not see or hear us for although we
can observe we are in another dimension and can in no
way interact with them, or them with us, that is unless
I choice to let it happen."
"But I’m naked and you are so loud," Christine
whispered.
"Trust me my dear, it is true, they can not hear or see
you."
"OOH, OH MY GOD, that is my sister Alice and ooh my God
me, we’re sneaking peeks at our Christmas gifts."
Christine jumped again as she heard another even more
ominous sound. "And what do you girls think you are
doing?" Came an authoritative male voice.
Both girls jumped back from the gifts in fear as two
adults descended the stairs.
"Daddy, Mommy," the adult Christine cried out, "Alice
and I meant no harm, we, we were just peeking, that’s
all, please don’t be mad."
Again the ghost laughed at the top of his lungs, as
Christine shook her head, realizing that she couldn’t
be heard, while almost simultaneously the two scheming
little girls said almost the same thing word for word,
their jolly father just began to laugh as well.
"Ah the problem around here is that we coddle you two
ladies much too much, besides you two girls have the
same excuse every Christmas day. I guess that is what
daddies do for their little girls, go ahead, yes go
ahead you spoiled brats open your gifts. But you only
have an hour or so and then you both best be dressed
and ready for breakfast."
And as pretty bows and hand painted wrapping paper
began fly in all directions like confetti, the ghost
with a touch of his hand Christine was taken away from
the happy scene. As they soared above the old building
she could still hear the girls giggling and her parents
in the background laughing too. And why not, it truly
was a happy home.
Then just as suddenly they were in a dark hallway of
some large building. The ghost led the way around the
corner and Christine felt ill at ease as something
inside her told her that is was a place that held mixed
emotions for her. Christine intentionally lagged
behind, and then the ghost turned to her grasped her
hand and pulled her through a wall.
There before her was two teenage girls naked except for
panties giggling and lying next to one another on one
of the two single beds in the room.
"This is very naughty Chrissie," one girl said.
"So what, how else are we going to learn, and besides
this is what the two girls did in that movie, besides
you promised you would try it, well it felt real good
didn’t it?"
"Yeah I liked it when we kissed, and then when you
touched and kissed my boobies."
"Well OK then you kiss me and then you can touch and
kiss my boobs this time."
The girl named Beth nodded her approval before she took
Chrissie into her arms. They kissed quite passionately
and as they kissed Beth tentatively began to caress
Chrissie’s breast making Chrissie gasp her obvious
approval into Beth’s mouth while they kissed.
"OOH MY GOD," Christine moaned, "that’s, that is when
I, I."
"That’s right, that is the first time you ever made
love to another person and your first bi-sexual
experience, but more important your first love," the
ghost said as they became silent focusing their
attention to the two teens relishing their first
uninhibited act of love.
Breaking the kiss Beth pushed Chrissie back onto her
back and began a slow descent toward her first taste of
another woman’s breast. Here they were away at a
boarding school, lonely, with few friends between them
and seeking all the answers to love. Both girls were
from families that had just barely afforded to send
them to this exclusive all girls school. The other
girls were almost all from very wealthy families; so
they looked down on Beth and Chrissie as unfit for
their social standing.
As Beth captured Chrissie’s erecting nipple between her
lips and teeth she couldn’t but feel a tingle in her
virgin pussy as she suckled on another girl’s teat like
a new born. Chrissie just kept moaning her pleasure as
she held Beth’s face to her breast by stroking her
hair. Chrissie was caught up in it all as she allowed
herself to melt into a pre-orgasmic bundle female flesh
lost under her friend’s ministrations. Beth worked both
nipples going from one to the other and occasionally
rising up so that their lips would meet.
"OOH YES, it feels so good, please go lower, please
lick my pussy and then I’ll do it to you I promise,
please do it" Chrissie begged.
"I, I don’t know, I’m afraid, beside I’m no lezzy."
"Neither am I, but we are just experimenting. I have an
idea, I heard of this thing called sixty-nine, it means
we do each other at the same time, turn around."
It was becoming quite obvious that Chrissie was now
becoming the apparent leader and in no time at all she
had them turned around. Without any hesitation she
moved her head between Beth’s thighs eliciting an
immediate gasp of pure pleasure from Beth’s mouth.
Instinct led Chrissie to flick her tongue up and down
Beth’s moist labia sucking in the nectar making Beth
shiver with each and every pass of her tongue. Beth’s
lack of reciprocation left Chrissie feeling left out of
the pleasure cycle. So in frustration Chrissie found
Beth’s clit with her lips, tongue and teeth giving it a
quick firm, but functional nip.
"OUCH, that fucking hurt you bitch," Beth yelled.
"That’s right you one way cunt it was supposed to so
start eating my pussy too or I’ll bite it off,"
Chrissie yelled back as she reached down and pushed
Beth’s face into her pussy.
Beth got the message and began to explore, eventually
she did it with an ardor that eventually matched
Chrissie’s and they both soon rapidly approaching
orgasm.
Christine stood watching her very first exchange of
physical love with another person and became instantly
excited. It was like watching a XXX movie, no more like
a live play. She couldn’t help herself and let fingers
find her clit, then she played voyeur as she
masturbated. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the
ghost step behind her but paid little mind, her primary
focus was herself as she worked herself toward a long
awaited orgasm.
Suddenly the ghost pushed her in a bent over position,
stepped forward and impaled her onto his massive cock.
The ghost entered her soaking wet pussy in a single
thrust reaching depths no one had before. His cock
bigger than any she had ever had in her before, but it
was not uncomfortable as he worked himself in and out
of her.
Suddenly she felt something strange, the ghost’s cock
began to grow to abnormal proportions filling her to
capacity, but he still continued to grow with each
thrust in and out of her. Christine mind was in a blur
in moments it felt as big as her arm. Sudenly it began
to cause her pain, a unique mixture of excruciating
pain that at the same time initiated a comparably equal
amount of sexual pleasure.
As Chrissie’s body convulsed through this strange
partnership of sensations her eyes feasted as she
watched Beth’s lips and tongue take her possession her
then teenage body. Her eyes helped her recall the
beautiful ride that that glorious mouth took her on,
one she had never forgotten.
Simultaneously the ghost’s unique cock was driving her
mad, it was unbelievable the ghost had the ability to
make it grow or shrink and to cause her to feel pain or
ecstasy all at his own will.
It was quite obvious that the ghost enjoyed teasing her
by growing then shrinking his cock as he fucked
unceasingly in and out of her, always keeping her just
short of her orgasm. What was even stranger when he
made it swell, she felt indescribably sever pain, but
this pain was unique each stab of pain brought her
closer and closer to an orgasm she knew would be earth
shattering.
"Please, please," she begged aloud, "let me, please let
me come, I beg you, PLEASE!"
"Ho, Ho, Ho, does the little lady want to come," the
ghost chuckled.
‘YES, OOH YES PLEASE!" Christine cried out.
"Look at the lovers on the bed, look and always
remember. Remember what is was like to love
unconditionally, remember what it was like to enjoy
another persons, remember what you have forgotten, most
importantly remember an orgasm is shared love."
Christine looked toward the bed just in time to watch
the juices of the girl’s orgasm wash over the happy
faces of two young girls as they brought each other to
a mutual orgasm. But just as the joy of orgasm was to
explode in her body, the ghost tore his giant cock free
of her pussy spraying her buttocks and back with the
hottest and most viscous sperm she ever saw and leaving
her hanging from the very edge.
Then instantly they were soaring high above the city
and passing through the window of her twentieth floor
office. As they hovered in a corner she watched as
Marley talked on the phone. The sight of her handsome
man filled her eyes with real tears and somehow brought
joy to her heart as well, Marley looked so happy, so
normal. As he ended the conversation he wished the
person he spoke to a Merry Christmas, and then
responded to a gentle knock on his office door. "Come
in, come on in" he responded happily.
Then through the door pranced a female Christmas Elf,
dressed in a clinging red dress cut so short that her
lacy red panties were on display. The top of the dress
was cut in a square pattern that left the flesh exposed
from mid back, over the middle of the shoulders and cut
straight across, so far down on the abundant cleavage
that one wrong move would most likely cause both
breasts to spill out. This erotic elf wore red fish net
thigh high hose held up by a garter belt that
apparently was hidden up under the short dress. Her
outfit was finally finished with long green pointed
elfin slippers.
As the elf danced and twirled her dress rose up showing
the transparent panties that easily displayed a newly
shaved pubic mound. What little hair was left had been
shaped into a Christmas tree and sprayed green with
temporary color. As she danced and sang Jingle Bells
the elf shook the little bells she held in one hand an
envelope in the other.
The elf continued to dance toward Marley and he began
to laugh, ah Christine my favorite elf, and what are
you up to?" Christine danced over to Marley and handed
him the envelope. Opening the card, inside was written,
"Your first Christmas present. One long slow blowjob to
be performed immediately by an immoral elf that
swallows." Marley began to laugh as the little elf fell
to her knees and without waiting for his response took
his soft cock out of his trousers and swallowed it
whole.
Christine and the ghost watched as the Christine of
eleven years earlier sucked away at Marley’s rapidly
rising cock while in the same breath hummed Christmas
carols as she worked her magic. In no time at all
Marley was as rigid as a steel flagpole that in mere
seconds was filling Christine’s throat.
This vile little elf offered Marley no mercy as she
sucked and nibbled the shaft of his cock as it passed
in and out of her throat. Occasionally she would take
it completely out of her mouth and stroke it in an
almost violent motion as she licked the tip, before
swallowing it down to his pubes once again.
Suddenly Marley cock exploded his first volley of sperm
crashed across the bridge of her nose as she stroked
his cock. Almost instantaneously the Christmas elf
grasped the head of his cock with her lips, locked onto
it just behind the bulbous head and allowed Marley to
continue exploding volley after volley into her oral
cavity.
Once his explosions diminished into little dribbles the
wanton elf squeezed out what she could get before
depositing the remainder on her tongue. When he was
finally done, the sluttish elf opened her mouth and
showed Marley the first Christmas gift he gave to his
whorish wife this Christmas which she swallowed with a
loud theatrical flare.
"Ah my little slut you suck a cock so well that I must
repay you, what do you say we head home so that I may
ravish your cute buns in front or our roaring fire
place?"
"I thought you’d never ask?" Christine said in a
chuckle as wiped her lips with his tie and ran from his
reach fearing reprisal. When he laughed as well she
felt safe to approach him again, where she grabbed his
hand and pulled him out through the office door.
"WHAT WE JUST WHITNESSED WAS A MAN AND WOMAN IN LOVE.
THAT WAS A WOMAN THAT KNEW HOW TO MAKE CHRISTMAS A TIME
OF JOY FOR THOSE SHE LOVED," she certainly isn’t the
woman at my side on this night, the ghost bellowed at
Christine. He waved his hand over Christine’s head as
she felt a blast of speed, and before she could even
ask what was happening she was once again home, in her
underwear and lying alone in her bed. The Ghost Of
Christmas Past had vanished.
Chapter V
Christine looked under the covers and saw that she was
again dressed in bra and panties. As she pulled the
fluffy down comforter up under her chin and began to
snuggle in, she told herself out loud that she had to
do something about these weird dreams, moments later
she was fast asleep.
Suddenly her weird dreams reoccurred filling her brain
with odd happenings, she dreamed that standing before
her was a totally nude petite woman, in fact wearing
not a single thing except an over abundance of jewelry
that dangled from her neck, nipples and ear lobes and
even her labia.
This little woman could not have been more than four
foot eleven, but she had an exceptionally beautiful
body with small firm breasts, olive silky skin and an
awful voice that was so loud and squeaky that
penetrated to your very sole.
"Rise up Christine, rise up and take my hand. We have
so little time and the clock has already begun to tick.
I am the Ghost Of Christmas Present, your present."
Come Christine the time is at hand, rise up now and
follow NOW!"
"I have nothing more to learn, I am getting old and
past my time, leave me, PLEASE JUST LEAVE ME TO MY OWN
HEREAFTER," Christine cried out.
Ignoring her, the ghost took Christine’s hand,
levitated her above the bed, and as her bra and panties
fell once again from her body as they soared out the
window, out into the cold dark night. In virtually no
time at all, the ghost had taken her through the side
of a building miraculously finding herself standing in
Lorie Hatchet’s kitchen.
She watched as Lorie placed a small pathetic looking
broiler chicken on the counter to thaw for tomorrows
Christmas dinner and then returned to her ironing. The
ghost drew her attention to the old doll that lay naked
on the kitchen table as Lorie diligently worked away
ironing what she had washed and stitched, it was quite
obvious that she was trying so desperately to make the
doll and its clothing appear new.
What even Christine could not miss was that as Lorie
toiled away, you could see the love she felt for her
little daughter. Although they were filled with tears
of sadness the beauty that once filled them showed
through. It was obvious she felt tremendous guilt that
on such a special day she could give so little.
It was so unfair, no more than a hand-me-down doll and
a lousy little chicken dinner, for her darling Noel on
Christmas. But with rents what they were and the fact
she was given limited hours just so that she could not
qualify for benefits, she did what she could for her
darling Noel. As Christine watched Lorie work with
determination, even in her guilt and sadness the irony
of it all was that she hummed Christmas Carols to
herself.
The diminutive ghost waved her hand in the direction of
the wall that separated them from Noel’s bedroom.
Instantly the wall appeared as transparent as a window
glass and on the other side lay Noel fitfully tossing
and turning. Noel tried so desperately with the aid of
oxygen to breath as her slowly dying body clung to what
little life still existed.
"She appears sicker than I thought, will she be
alright, isn’t there anyone out there that can help her
get better?" Christine asked the ghost.
"Are there no city, state or federal medical agencies,
don’t our taxes care of our wretched folks, aren’t we
robbed by taxation for the so called poor enough
already on a daily basis?" The ghost bellowed.
"Oh my God," Christine thought, that what I said to the
people that contacted my office for a donation to the
Children’s Christmas Fund this morning. As she pondered
her own question the ghost placed a hand on her
shoulder and they were once again soaring.
As the entered another building it appeared to be a
hospital or nursing home of some kind. As she surveyed
her surroundings, she saw a young woman leaning over a
sickly woman and speaking softly.
"I don’t know mother, I was at her office yesterday and
begged her to come visit you. But you know your own
sister; she hates the world and for some unknown
reason. But don’t fret you will not be alone, my
boyfriend Bill and I will be here with you for
Christmas.
"OOH MY, ooh that’s, ooh lord, I mean that’s my niece
and my, my sister.
"Are you so full of self-loathing that you ignore your
own sister to spend the season of love at home counting
your wealth? You have forgotten how close you once were
and how even today, after your not seeing her in years,
amazingly she loves your retched sole.
For the first time in years Christine shed an honest
unselfish tear, a tear for someone other than herself.
She heard the ghost squeak out, "I told you our time
together was short, but fear not my dear now it is time
for you to see the rest."
In what seemed to be mere seconds Christine found
herself clear across town in a function room of the
Galaxy Restaurant. Also present in the room was the
entire staff of Carole Associates that is all but one!
There was Edith Brown director of corporate research
and her three computer experts, Tracy, Joan and Les.
There was Jack Billings her director of property sales
and his entire sales staff of four women and two men,
and also present was the entire property management
team plus some outside contractors. In all there were
over thirty revelers, all enjoying this annual
Christmas Eve party.
"It is to bad she won’t be here," Edith said, "Poor
Lorie all she has is that sick little girl."
"Maybe we should start some kind of fund for little
Noel," Joan Smith responded.
"Are you kidding," Jack Billings interjected, "it will
take many tens of thousands of dollars to help that
poor little girl. There is no way we could raise that
kind of money."
"Well maybe we could get Mrs. Carole to contribute and
get some of her wealthy friends to help out. I think we
should start the fund first, then ask her to help us
once she sees that we are sincere about helping, what
do you guys think?" Joan asked the group.
There was an immediate group laugh at Joan’s
suggestions. "Yeah sure, she’s one hell of a business
woman but a philanthropist old Mrs. Bah Humbug is not.
But I’ll dare you all right now our year-end bonuses
are due on the fifteenth of January and I’ll pledge ten
percent of mine if everyone else will. And to further
sweeten the pot I will stand beside you Joan when you
ask Christine to contribute and to approach her
friends.
Everyone pledged their support and the party began to
get into full swing.
The ghost drew Christine’s attention to a large clock
on the wall and with a circular wave of her index
finger she advanced the clock a few hours. As Christine
turned back to the crowd she noticed that the party was
a roaring success with some having had a little too
much from the very large bowl of very, very spiked
punch on the buffet table.
The ghost waved toward a blank wall and gave Christine
an unobstructed view of the back of the cloakroom where
Joan had little Tracy pined against the wall as she
kissed her with passion.
Joan was a very attractive woman in her late thirties
and as rumors around that floated around the office was
that she was still single because she was a lesbian
party girl. Joan had a firm slender athletic body with
a set of medium sized tits adorned with very large
nipples that seemed to be perpetually erect.
Tracy was a young recent college graduate that started
at the company two years earlier as an intern. She was
quite petite with shapely legs that were always on
display below the hem of her very short skirts that she
apparently loved to wear every day. But on this night
she was dressed in a soft clinging one-piece dress that
buttoned down the front. At this very moment in time,
Joan had unbuttoned her dress almost to her navel and
was now trying to undo the center clasp of her B-Cup
bra’s center clasp
"Joan, Joan I, I, I never did this with a girl before,
we better stop, please lets stop."
"Sh, my little darling, Joanie is going to make you
feel real good; you are going to love this. Come on
baby just stop fighting me, we both know I want you and
that you’re curious. Come on; let me show you what one
woman can do for another." As she argued her point Joan
gave up on unclasping her bra, deciding to just go in
for the kill right there and then, before cold feet won
out and she lost her prey. So reacting quickly she
pushed Tracy backward onto a table at the back of the
room, Joan ripped away the last two buttons of Tracy's
delicate dress.
Then in what was almost a single motion Joanie grasped
Tracy’s legs at the knees and threw them up onto her
shoulders, she then bent forward and began to gnaw on
Tracy’s delectable pussy right though the gusset of her
transparent little panties.
"OOO MY GOD, OOH MY GOD," A shocked Tracy gasped aloud
as Joan’s experienced mouth found her clit sending a
jolt of pleasure into her feminine core.
Knowing she was gaining control Joan pulled Tracy’s
panties down until they were left dangling from one
ankle while never letting mouth and lips stray from
Tracy’s crotch and orally captured clit. Joan had had
many women before but never one so petite, so fragile,
never one so young and desirable. Joan knew that every
man in the office building drooled over this delicate
little morsel and right now she was dining freely at
her buffet.
She could feel it, her experience told her that Tracy’s
body was beginning to betray her morals, soon she would
be to far gone and would give up the fight. Her thighs
were now spread apart, but as she continued to weaken,
of their own volition they fell even wider open
providing Joan with unobstructed access to her pussy.
"Un-clasp and take off your bra for me Tracy," Joan
demanded.
"I, I can’t," Tracy whimpered in protest, "I’d have to
take of my dress to do that."
"Quit being a baby dam it, just do it now," Joan
snapped back at her.
Christine inadvertently let her fingers fall to her
crotch and for the second time tonight began stroking
her clit as she watched. Joan had won as her prize
submitted totally, rose up and as she was told, dropped
her dress from her shoulders. Then her bra followed
before she meekly lay back down spreading her thighs
even wider than before as she submitted herself totally
becoming a co-conspirator in her own seduction.
Realizing she had won and this little beauty was now
hers, Joan licked and sucked the tight-lipped, pussy of
this tiny girl preparing her for her final subjugation.
Joan quietly removed her own slacks and panties before
pulling Tracy off the table laying her on a pile of
coats she had spread across the floor.
Meekly, Tracy just followed Joan's lead as she lay back
on the bed coats that Joan had pushed off the coat
rack. As Tracy laid her head back on the coats she felt
a shadow being cast over her face. Opening her eyes she
looked up just in time to see Joan’s wet pussy as it
descended down onto her lips, as she felt Joan’s teeth
recapture her clit.
Initially Tracy resisted her, even as Joan insistently
rubbed of her pussy all over her pretty face, but the
pressure of Joan’s tongue on her clit did her in. At
first closing her eyes trying to ignore her, then
taking a tentative first lick, and finally without
thinking, she began to copy Joan’s actions, eventually
licking Joan with an equal amount of desire.
As the two women pleasured each other with their mouths
Christine frantically rubbed her own clit in a desire
to join them in orgasm. Just as Christine was seconds
from release, the ghost touched her shoulder and
Christine found herself once again dressed in her
panties, bra and snuggled under the covers of her own
bed alone and frustrated.
Chapter VI
Christine violently rubbed the gusset of her panties in
a vain attempt to re-attain the same degree of pleasure
she was feeling only moments before, but it was all for
naught. Her exhausted body would not participate as she
fell into a deep sexually frustrated sleep.
Off in the distance of dream fogged sleep Christine
heard an eerie voice croak out, "rise wench and follow,
rise and follow or the sunrise shall be your undoing,
RISE UP NOW!"
The ominous sounding voice frightened Christine awake,
and as her eyes adjusted to the dim light she gasped in
abject fear, there before stood the grim reaper. He
appeared before tall and thin and totally adorned in a
black robe with a large hood. Where the eyes should
have been, flames that were as hot as fire seemed to
burst forth from this ghostly mirage warming the room.
It stood no less than seven feet tall and grasped
tightly in its right hand, a hand that appeared to be
nothing but fleshless bones it held a curved wooden
sickle with a blade of almost five feet long. The
blades edge appeared extremely sharp, shiny except the
numerous areas that were dotted with what appeared to
be the dried human blood, obviously the blood of its
many victims.
Without uttering a word the ghost pointed and she once
again, leaving her under garments behind, she found
herself floating out into the dark night.
The ghost remained silent answering none of Christine’s
questions, until she once again found her body passing
through the walls of Lories apartment. There they saw
Lorie alone, dressed all in a black, lying face down
across the width of her bed. Clutched in her hand was a
doll, a doll now damp with fresh tears.
Christine recognized the doll; it was the very doll
that Lorie had worked so hard to resurrect. As she
clutched the doll to her chest and cried the painful
tears of extreme loss, they watched as Lorie’s body
vibrated uncontrollably from internal gasps of her
sobs. Over and over she bellowed the lamented call of
Noel’s. The truth of why was quite obvious.
Christine turned toward the ghost, "tell me," she
cried, "ooh-my-God please tell me what this all means,
please tell me this picture can change." Christine
cried but the ghost ignored her pain, refusing to speak
the apparition just touched her shoulder and once again
they soared over the city. Finally settling in a little
storefront, it appeared to be a neighborhood pawnshop.
They remained silent as a man and woman haggled.
"What do you mean by offering so little, these coats
are real mink from the finest designers. I refuse to
let them go so cheap, you are a robber."
"Huh, a robber, you call me a robber?"
"Let me see a bill of sale then we will talk further,"
Bellowed the shopkeeper, "but without it, not a penny
more. Now take my offer or be off with you and your
questionable merchandise."
"OK, OK you win give me the cash and maybe tomorrow
after the funeral I will be back with more, maybe even
some jewelry. God knows for all my years of service I
deserved more, a lot more but the bitch left me
nothing. Imagine that, twenty-five years of dedicated
service and the bitch left me nothing. Hell I even had
to dress and change the ingrate’s soiled panties at the
end, AND SHE LEFT ME NOTHING. Be assured I will be back
tomorrow with what is owed me. With that she scooped up
her cash and left.
The ghost waved his arm and they soared away landing in
the dark, dank and gloomy desolate part of the
cemetery. Looking down where the ghost pointed
Christine saw that she was standing over a recently dug
grave, one with a popper’s gravestone that read, "Here
lies Noel Hatchet the joy of all Christmases that are
now lost forever without her."
Tell me oh ghost, please tell me are these things you
show me, are they things that will happen or are they
just things that may happen? Please oh ghost tell me, I
must know."
The ghost refused to answer but just turned and pointed
to a mausoleum, covered in wild growth of weeds and
vile sexual graffiti, apparently this site was
intentionally unattended.
Christine looked up and saw her name emblazoned beside
that of her darling Marley, she fell immediately to her
knees and began to cry out, oh please tell me it is not
to late, tell me I still have time, I can change, OOH
GOD YES, HELP ME, HELP ME MARLEY, I SWEAR TO YOU DEAR
HUSBAND I HAVE CHANGED, HELP ME, HELP ME."
As she spoke she looked toward the ghost, as he
remained unmoving. The ghost opened his robes and there
hovered at his feet crouched two children. Obviously
these were abused children of the street, children of
sadness, children of little to no future.
For the first time the ghost spoke, look upon them for
these are your children, children your lack of goodwill
has reared. Look at this boy, fear him he is the child
of ignorance, the ignorant disregard for our fellow
man. But look upon this girl with even greater fear,
she is the result of those bedfellows whose only real
joy is derived from greed and the misfortune of others.
Bewared of them for they shall be the world’s undoing.
Before Christine could respond to the Ghost’s his robe
began to fall into a heap of shredded rags piled all
around what was once the ghosts feet, but he was gone
Christine stared at the robe as the heaped pile of rags
suddenly began to move and out of it stepped the boy
child. He growled like a beast and fell to its knees as
he slowly began to morph into the ghostly image of an
angry gray wolf, that was baring its viscous fangs.
As this new K9 ghost moved toward her back the rags
that were once the robe vanished into nothingness
leaving the little girl that was also morphing into an
even larger wolf.
Christine remained on her knees unable to move from
fear as both ghostly wolves approached her, one at her
head the other at her at her back. When the wolf at her
back was next to her back he reared up onto his hind
legs, placed his front paws in the center of her back
and forced her into a kneeling position.
She heard the shuffling as his hind paws began a dance
that culminated with his stepping between her thighs,
then suddenly he thrust his hips forward and his cock,
which she had not noticed before, found its mark and
entered her unprotected vagina in a single swift
painful motion.
Christine gasped aloud as her pussy was invaded by a
cock so rigid and large she felt as though she would be
torn apart. In panic Christine set her hand and
shoulder square to the ground in preparation to thrust
herself upward dislodging this wolf that was now using
her pussy and making her escape. She knew she had to
react soon because he was using her as though she was
little more than a female K9 street bitch in heat.
Momentarily she remained stoic as her fear of the wolf
in front of her was staring directly into her eyes as
he approached her head. It was then that she felt the
unbelievable tempo of the wolf that was fucking her, it
was so rapid and powerful she could not believe it was
even possible.
The pressure of his cock was making her crazy as her
body began to surrender to the glorious sensations it
made as if passed in and out of her. Still Christine
was somehow hoping to get away, and in an attempt to
brace herself from the onslaught of his thrusts she
squared and reset her shoulders in hopes she might get
free.
Without knowing Christine efforts had just created the
ideal platform for the second wolf. Whit an obvious
ideal situation before him the second wolf stepped
forward, set his powerful forelegs her now rigid
shoulders, tucked his paws into her arm pits, shuffled
forward and thrust the moist red tip of his pointed
cock at her red lips. Banging his pointed shaft at
them, he continued to thrust savagely over and over
until they parted, and the cock shaft of this ghostly
beast gained entry to her mouth.
Once the second wolf was inside the moist warmth of her
oral cavity the wolf behind her gave another even more
violent and powerful lunge causing her labia to move
aside and her pussy to accept the invasion of his K9
knot. As this large apparition took control of her body
by entered deep inside her, she wanted desperately to
scream but when she took that action she left her lips
apart, her jaw slack and inadvertently invited the
eight inches rigid wolf cock to fill up her oral cavity
as well as several inches of her throat.
Once impaled at both ends there was nothing Christine
could do, she was little more than a sacrificial
offering to these apparitions, nothing more than meat
on a spit of ghost cock. As one thrust into her gullet
the other drove to the depths of her sex causing her
back up or lunge forward pleasing the one she thrust
toward. Over and over she was forced to bend rising her
ass upwards and lowering her head down allowing the
cock in her mouth to have clear access to her throat
and the other a straight line into her womb.
Time after time they thrust her throat over one cock
then pulled back setting apertures up for the next
violent thrust. Christine felt ashamed as these K9
ghosts used her because her body began to feel
otherwise. It needed release and it seemed like it was
only moments away and her sensitive organs willingly
began to accept these invasions. They were a potential
release of the pent up passions that had lain dormant
inside her years.
But before she could come to grasps with what was
happening, the first wolf’s knot that had lodged itself
deep inside her cunt had grown dramatically and was now
rubbing itself against the roof of her pussy causing
her G-spot to react to the friction making her, willing
or not to begin experiencing one little orgasm after
another.
Her taste buds were also being tantalized with what
seemed to her to be never-ending flows of K9 pre-come.
The taste was new to her, but somehow the flow over her
tongue had her remembering happier times when she would
take Marley’s orgasmic explosion and swirl it around in
her mouth enjoying the taste before she swallowed it.
Although the K9 cock in her mouth left little room she
still somehow managed to cause the wolf’s juices to
pass over all her taste buds a few times before she
happily swallowed.
All to soon for her both wolves made a simultaneously
orchestrated lunges into her at both ends, as they
began to ejaculate gobs and gobs of sperm into her
simultaneously filling both her womb and stomach at the
same time.
As the fluid explosions ended flooding of her body,
both wolves pulled their cocks out of her, stepped
backwards, morphing first into the children and then
almost instantaneously back into the ghost and his
sickle.
As Christine watched the re-constituting of this alien
entity she went into a fit of uncontrollable orgasms.
Her orgasms were unlike any ever experienced before,
she just had an orgasm of the Gods, and then she passed
out falling forward into the mud below.
Chapter VII
Some hours later Christine awakened in her bed. She
felt very rested and better than she had in years. She
pondered the events of the previous evening and brushed
the weird thoughts aside but still had a giddy felling
inside of her, she was happy and could not explain why.
Getting out of bed she rushed to the bathroom for her
morning pee.
Once there Christine felt a twinge of pain in her pussy
as she peed and looking down into the toilet there
floating amongst her pee was the unmistakable remains
of her previous fucking, the toilet bowl was filled
with what had to be an abundance of K9 sperm. Looking
down she saw the dried mud all over her legs and
elbows, and then there was that taste a sweet creamy
saline taste that seemed to coat her tongue, teeth and
lips.
My God it really happened, the K9 ghosts really took
me, they made me feel joy. Throwing on her robe she ran
to the front door and as she threw it open there stood
the neighbors teenage son. "Hey Johnnie, come here
boy." When he approached she asked "do you know if the
toy store still has that big doll in the window?"
"You mean the one almost as big as me, well it there
just five minutes ago."
Well you rush over and give them this blank check and
tell them I want to buy it, be back with the doll in
twenty minutes and I’ll give you twenty bucks, be back
in less than fifteen and I give you fifty." Needless to
say Johnnie was off like he was shot out of a cannon.
With that done Christine showered, hit the phones and
called in some heavy favors.
Her plan was extensive and it obviously was going to
cost her a small fortune, but what was money for but
bringing happiness. Before eleven AM she had made all
her arraignments and all the right people were going to
be in place, as she needed them, not bad for a few
phone call, and on Christmas morning.
Within minutes of that she was on the phone to Lorie
Hatchet, she hated to make her so upset with the
thought she was needed for business on Christmas
morning. But she played her trump card reminding her
how she needed the job. Lorie in tears reluctantly
agreed but couldn’t understand why she was told she had
to bring Noel.
As she got Noel dressed, Noel’s sense of good tidings
had her laughing and singing. Lorie felt other wise,
she wondered if her car would start on this very cold
morning, where she would park at the office, all the
garages would probably be closed.
Then there was an ominous sounding knock on the door,
surprisingly there stood Jack, Christine’s limo driver,
he was there to pick them up. Lorie still felt
frightened as the entered the limo, but was shocked to
find hot coffee and assorted pastries awaiting her and
Noel.
Then tears of joy filled her eyes for there in the jump
seat, sat a beautiful doll, a doll that was easily as
big as Noel herself and around its neck hung a sign
that read, "Noel hold and love me, I am Yours and will
love you forever."
Below the doll laid a note addressed to Lorie.
"Lorie, I am sorry that I have been blinded by my own
loss, and so lost in my own grief to notice your need
and the needs of your beautiful child. Things have
changed for us as of today, and together we will give
your darling little girl back her health and the world.
Please join me for dinner so that after we can discuss
her future. Love Christine."
On the other side of town one of New England’s foremost
catering services scrambled to put together a last
minute Christmas feast for these unsuspecting travelers
at the estate of one Christine Carole, a feast like no
Christmas has seen in this town before.
Almost at the exact same time, an ambulance that was
fully staffed with two nurses and a doctor arrived at a
dingy nursing home to pick up a sad woman that would
never again feel sad or forgotten. From this day
forward she would reside in the plush west wing of her
sister’s mansion. There she will live in comfort with
twenty-four hour nursing care and the love of a sister
for the rest of her life. Another limo was also there
for this woman’s daughter and future son-in-law. After
today’s dinner they could be given Carte Blanche for
their upcoming wedding.
Upon their arrival at the Carole Mansion they were all
welcomed with a bountiful table of gourmet treasures, a
large tree where gifts for each of them that were laid
out. Gifts that were well beyond their wildest dreams,
but everyone was even more surprised to see the cute
Christmas present Christine had purchased for herself.
Knowing in her heart that no man could ever replace the
love she felt for Marley and with no desire to even
look, there in the center of the living room, stacked
behind her expensive pillows and an electric blanket
for warmth was two of the cutest, wolfish looking male
husky puppies you ever saw.
THE END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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