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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 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 40