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   MRWADE.225 By Master Wade

   The Christmas Gift

   Sir Edward Pearl's carriage turned into the semi-circular

   brick drive and stopped noisily at the grand entrance of the

   Meredith Manor House.  Two fancifully dressed black servants met

   the carriage immediately, opening the door and letting down the

   step.

   Meredith House was lit brightly and festively, burning candles

   and bright oil lamps casting a warm glow against every frosted

   window pane.  Sir Edward could hear the sound of carols being sung

   by children coming from somewhere in the house, and somewhat

   nearer, the happy laughter and conversation of the party to which

   he had been invited.

   Surrendering his hat and cloak to the servant in the foyer,

   Sir Edward was led into the banquet room.  Never had he seen a more

   festive sight, or a room more nearly filled with people.

   Everywhere there were candles and greenery, red bows and colorful

   streamers, here an almost life-size plaster model of Saint

   Nicholas, there carefully crafted lace snowflakes hanging in

   profusion from one of the huge beams which crossed the room.

   Marjorie Meredith worked her way through the crowd.  She had

   seen Sir Edward almost as soon as he had entered the room, and his

   arrival had spurred her to action.  Marjorie loved giving gala

   parties, especially at Christmas, and this one, to be sure, was a

   rousing success.  Nevertheless, her plans for Sir Edward were the

   highlight of the evening for her, and she hoped, for him.

   "Sir Edward!  How good of you to come," she said, reaching him.

   "And how kind of you to invite me, Marjorie.  I must say, your

   home is the very personification of celebration, and you, more

   lovely than ever."

   "How you flatter me, Sir Edward," Marjorie said, feigning

   embarrassment.  "I do have a special treat for you.  A rather

   private one, I might add," she said, lowering her voice.

   "Merely being with you is treat enough for me, dear lady," Sir

   Edward said, bowing slightly.  "But of course, I am interested in

   whatever you may have planned for me."

   "Then follow me," Marjorie said, smiling and taking his hand.

   Marjorie led Sir Edward through the crowd of revelers, past

   the huge fireplace with its roaring fire, and out of the banquet

   room.  They walked down a long hallway, passing along their way the

   library in which the children were gathered, being led in carols by

   a whiskered older gentleman who seemed to be having as much fun as

   those he led.

   "We have a basket prepared for each of them," Marjorie said as

   they passed.  "Cook has done a marvelous job.  The baskets are

   filled with candies and cake, fruit and nuts, toy soldiers for the

   boys, china dolls for the girls."

   Turning left not far from the library entrance, and ascending

   a staircase only a little less grand than the huge marble-stepped

   one at the foyer, Marjorie led Sir Edward to the second floor and

   down another hall, pausing at last at a closed door.  She turned to

   him and smiled.

   "I don't know if you remember or not, Sir Edward," she said,

   softly, "but several years ago, at the behest of my father, you

   sent over three young Bahamian males.  I don't think Father ever

   told you the reason for his request, but they were a gift to me on

   my sixteenth birthday.  Ever since then I have wanted to repay you

   for your generosity.  Perhaps tonight, I shall."

   Marjorie opened the door and led Sir Edward into the room.  It

   was a large bedroom, obviously one used by a member of the Meredith

   family, judging by its size and the richness of its furnishings.

   A massive four poster bed stood against the left wall.  Opposite

   it, a fire burned brightly in the fireplace, giving off the only

   illumination in the room.

   Marjorie lit lamps on either side of the bed and on a table

   next to the arm chair, just in front of the windows in the west

   wall.  She took a small bell from the table and rang it.

   "Please, sit down," Marjorie said, motioning to the chair.  No

   sooner than he had taken his place in the chair, a door in the

   north wall of the room opened and a servant entered, bringing with

   him two girls of undetermined age.  The servant led them to the

   center of the room, facing Marjorie and Sir Edward.

   "Last Summer," Marjorie began, moving to stand beside the

   girls, "I took an extended visit in the Orient.  While in Bangkok,

   I visited a man who had been a close friend of my father's.  These

   girls are his daughters.  Mr.  Ruang, my father's friend, had not

   heard of my father's death, and assumed, incorrectly, that I was

   there to bring his two daughters back to England with me.  It

   appears that my father had promised that he would take them as

   servants upon their reaching puberty.  There appeared to be no way

   to gracefully extract myself from my father's promise, and the

   girls have lived here since my return."

   Sir Edward, who had visited Siam himself on more than one

   occasion, understood, perhaps more fully than Marjorie would

   expect.  Phra Ruang was a heroic figure to the Siamese, a symbol of

   manhood.  Whether this friend of Marjorie's father was actually a

   descendant of the Phra or not, it was obvious that he was from the

   upper class.  It would have been a great honor for him if his

   daughters could serve a British gentleman of Robert Meredith's

   status.

   "The girls have been groomed since birth for a certain kind of

   service," Marjorie continued.  "Their preparation, as their father

   explained it to me, qualifies them uniquely in ways which I believe

   you will find most pleasing, Sir Edward."

   The two girls stood quietly.  If they understood anything

   which was being said about them, it was impossible to tell.  They

   were clothed minimally, bound simply across the chest and waist by

   narrow strips of highly figured oriental fabric.

   As was so often true, their complexions were faultless, their

   olive skin unmarked and hairless.  Sir Edward guessed them to be

   very close in age to each other, perhaps separated by two years or

   less.

   "In short, Sir Edward, if you will permit me, the girls are my

   gift to you, not only for the evening, but for so long as it would

   please you to have them.  They know little English, I fear, but my

   experience with them indicates to me that they are unsurpassed in

   speaking the language of love, if you understand my meaning."

   Sir Edward smiled, appreciatively, and stood.  Walking to the

   girls he removed their clothing and examined them closely.  There

   was no fear in them, and it pleased him that they appeared to be

   unaffected by his actions.

   "You have been serviced by them?", he asked Marjorie.

   "For some time now they have seen to my needs," Marjorie

   replied, "and they have done so with remarkable skill."

   "Will you not miss their administrations, Marjorie?"

   "Of course, Sir Edward.  But it was their father's wish, and

   plan, that they would serve a Master.  No doubt they are prepared

   for such service."

   "We shall soon see," he replied, smiling.  "Your gift is more

   than gracious, Marjorie, and I will see to it that you are not

   deprived of their services completely.  Could I have some time

   alone with them now?"

   "Of course," Marjorie said, dismissing the servant.  "If you

   need anything at all, my servant will be just outside the door.

   You need only ring the bell there on the table." With those

   remarks she left the room.

   As soon as the door closed, the two girls, acting almost as

   one, knelt at his feet, their heads bowed.

   Sir Edward was very pleased.  Obviously the girls had been

   well-trained already.  They were not as beautiful as they would

   become, but they were young; he would hide them away for a few more

   years, as was customary in such situations.

   Beginning to unfasten his breeches, Sir Edward smiled as one

   of the girls immediately rose on her knees to complete the task for

   him.  Her sister raised her eyes to watch, a breach of etiquette

   which he easily forgave.  It bespoke a degree of personal interest

   and curiosity which pleased him.

   "What are your names?", he asked, as the girl reached inside

   his trousers to remove his member.

   "You name as you wish," the girl said, her hand small and cool

   against his warm skin.

   "Then you shall be Alpha, for you were first to touch me," he

   said, stroking her hair.  "And you," he said, looking to the other

   girl, "shall be Miriam, for you watch your sister with great joy."

   Alpha's hand worked him gently, and he hardened quickly at her

   skillful touch.  Miriam's eyes were glued to his growing shaft, and

   her tongue licked at her lips.

   Both the girls were small, with slim bodies and girlish

   breasts.  Their hair was dark and cut short, their eyes slanted

   moderately, their noses perhaps less broad than was common for the

   Siamese.

   "Now you, Miriam," Sir Edward said, removing Alpha's hand from

   his thick shaft.

   Miriam rose as Alpha sat back on her heels.  When she reached

   to take him in her hand, Sir Edward shook his head and guided her,

   his fingers under her chin.  Opening her small mouth, Miriam

   encircled him with her red lips, suckling him softly, working him

   back into her mouth, her hands folded in front of her.

   Letting his fingers play in her hair, Sir Edward sighed with

   pleasure.  The young girl's mouth was exquisite, her skill

   remarkable, especially considering her youthfulness.  He slid his

   hand to the back of her head and rocked his hips slowly, giving her

   more of himself.

   "Please?", Alpha asked, imploringly if non-specifically.  He

   knew what she meant.

   When he nodded, Alpha moved behind him on her knees and slid

   his trousers down his legs.  She began skillfully massaging his

   legs and caressing his buttocks, her lips and tongue teasing him.

   At the same time she helped him out of his shoes and socks, and set

   them with his pants to the side, out of the way.  Sir Edward

   widened his stance, his passion growing rapidly.

   The two sisters worked their new Master patiently and eagerly,

   one in front, the other behind, both obviously enjoying their task.

   He felt Alpha's tongue push between his cheeks as he rocked

   backward, and felt Miriam's nose graze his pubic hair as he pushed

   more of his turgid manhood into her mouth.  He moved his free hand

   to the back of Alpha's head and pulled the two girls closer to him,

   his hands tight against the small heads.

   He came more quickly than he had expected, his seed rushing

   from within him to empty itself in the dark-haired girl's throat,

   her lips clinging tightly to him, milking him, her sister pushing

   deeply with her tongue, her hands continuing to caress his legs.

   When this was over, the girls lay with him on the bed, one on

   either side, kissing him and caressing him until he was ready for

   them once more.  This time, without requiring instruction or

   coaxing, they straddled him, riding him with the rhythmic movements

   of their small hips, rising and falling, working against him with

   circular movements which betrayed their youth.

   They worked as a team, gracefully and skillfully timing each

   movement of their bodies, always intent, always anticipating his

   rising level of desire and need.  Their own pleasure genuine, the

   girl's came repeatedly as they serviced their Master, unabashedly

   pinching their nipples and whimpering as the power of their orgasms

   overtook them.

   When once again Sir Edward had spewed into one of them, the

   girl's washed him with warm soapy water.

   "We play for you now," Alpha said, pushing apart Miriam's

   knees and bending to move her mouth to her sister's crotch.  Sir

   Edward lay back and watched, anxious to see them make love to each

   other.

   Alpha pressed her ruby lips to the wet folds of Miriam's sex,

   her arms moving under the girl's slim legs, her hands searching

   for, and finding, the smallish breasts and the stiff nipples.  She

   kissed, licked and sucked hungrily, taking her Master's deposit and

   her sister's juices eagerly into her mouth.  In response, Miriam

   raised her legs, grasping them along the insides of her thighs with

   her hands, holding them up and out, giving her sister easy access

   to her naked and trembling sex.

   Alpha's lips closed tightly on Miriam's tingling clitoris and

   suckled it, making her sister moan hotly.  Over and over, just when

   she was at the brink of a powerful orgasm, Miriam would push her

   sister's head away, only to pull it back to her once more, scooting

   down against the cool sheets, moving herself against Alpha's face,

   begging the lips and tongue to work her once again.

   This went on for quite some time, both of them content to play

   the game, Alpha's face dripping with Miriam's wetness, Miriam

   growing weaker and weaker as she denied herself the orgasms that

   Alpha so hungrily attempted to give her.

   Suddenly, Miriam pushed Alpha away once more and lustily spoke

   a command which Sir Edward could not understand.  Alpha turned

   herself, straddling Miriam's body and pushing her buttocks toward

   her sister's face.  Her fingers now began dancing against Miriam's

   clitoris and the upper half of the young girl's slit, brushing back

   and forth against her rapidly and roughly.  At the same time her

   hips rose and fell purposely as she pressed her own sex against

   Miriam's face, grinding her wet sex against her mouth, hunching her

   wildly.

   Rapidly their passion rose and in less time than it takes to

   tell it they exploded together, their lusty passion overcoming them

   as they grasped each other tightly, bringing each other to powerful

   orgasms.

   Much later that evening, after the other guests had left and

   after ushering the two scantily clad Oriental's into his carriage,

   Sir Edward thanked Marjorie for her generosity.

   "Merry Christmas, Lady Meredith," he said, kissing her softly

   on the cheek.  "Your gift leaves me in your debt, but you may be

   sure that you will be repaid."

   "Your pleasure is my joy, Sir Edward," Marjorie said, smiling.

   "After all, there is always next Christmas."

   As the carriage drives away, and as the lights are dimmed

   inside the Meredith Manor House, let me take this opportunity to

   wish each of you the happiest of holidays and a bright and

   prosperous 1994.

   Sincerely,

   Master Wade