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A Naughty Christmas Carol	By : Blacksheep Category: Misc Books > Het Views: 1052 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based on a Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens. No profit is being made from this story.

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Stave 2: The First Of The Three Spirits
Scrooge was awoken as the bells tolled one. The curtains of his bed were drawn aside; and Scrooge, starting up into a half-recumbent attitude, found himself face to face with the unearthly visitor who drew them. She was a stunning figure - a fresh-faced young blonde woman of about nineteen or twenty. She had the widest blue eyes he'd ever seen, and the way her hips moved with a youthful, almost sexual energy as she walked over to the side of the bed.
"Are you the Spirit, miss, whose coming was foretold to me?" asked Scrooge.
"I am."
The voice was soft and gentle. Singularly low, as if instead of being so close beside him, it were at a distance.
"Who, and what are you?" Scrooge demanded.
"I am the Ghost of Christmas Past."
His eyes were locked on hers, and when she broke his gaze to look around the room, his glance took in the rest of the waist-up view: flawless skin, a graceful neck, the white silk gown that was almost completely see-through...he could see the swell of her rose-tipped breasts.
"Long Past?" inquired Scrooge: feeling embarrassed and hot in her presence.
"No. Your past."
Realising he was wearing nothing but his dressing gown and nightshirt, he pulled the bedsheets up higher.
"Do you mind? I'm not...decent!" He spluttered, feeling more awkward than he'd felt in years.
She smiled at him. "It is of no concern, Ebenezer. She put out her slim hand as she spoke, and clasped him gently by the arm.
"Rise. And walk with me."
The grasp, though gentle as a woman's hand was, was not to be resisted. He rose: but finding that the Spirit made towards the window, clasped his robe in supplication.
"I am mortal," Scrooge remonstrated, "and liable to fall."
"Bear but a touch of my hand there," said the Spirit, laying it upon his heart, "and you shall be upheld in more than this."
He swallowed nervously at her touch, which had the effect of sending blood surging to unspeakable places.
Together, they floated through the wall and the Spirit took Scrooge back in time to his childhood and to a vision of his younger self.
"Good Heaven!" said Scrooge, clasping his hands together, as he looked about him. "I was bred in this place. I was a boy here."
The beautiful Spirit gazed upon him mildly. Her gentle touch, though it had been light and instantaneous, appeared still present to the old man's sense of feeling. He was conscious of a throbbing in his groin...
"Let us go on. You were a solitary child, Ebenezer. A shame. Such a handsome boy. A boy who surely would never want for female admirers."
He felt himself blush, and prayed she didn't notice.
As the spirit led him through his past, Scrooge's mind had gone blank. Amazingly, his mouth was still spouting words that sounded good, but his entire consciousness was focused on the vision of loveliness that she was showing him. Her gown was open, and it fell away from her skin as she bent over, showing him everything. The most perfect pair of young breasts that he'd ever imagined were his for the viewing.
Onward through his past, he was led. Suddenly, his attention was captured by another beautiful young woman, whom he recognised at once as Belle.
"Spirit!" said Scrooge in a broken voice, "remove me from this place."
Belle was Scrooge's ex-fiancée who broke up with him because he had changed too much in his pursuit of wealth. They were both poor when they met, and Belle loved the man he was before he became greedy.
"You loved her very much, didn't you, Ebenezer? Yet you let her slip away before you ever got to lie with her."
"Leave me! Take me back. Haunt me no longer!"
"Wouldn't you like to have just one night with Belle? I can make it so."
"I don't see how..."
The Spirit clicked her fingers and transformed. Scrooge's heart was pounding in his chest, and, to his horror, he could feel his long-dormant cock awaken under his nightshirt. He looked away from the forbidden treasures in front of him and closed his eyes. By the time he opened them and looked again, he was half-erect and still stiffening.
Belle stood before him, completely naked, her lovely face framed by long curls of glossy hair. They were in a lavish bedchamber.
She kissed him vigorously, running her fingers through his long white hair and whimpered, "Gods... Ebbie, please. Ravish me."
"But...I'm so old!" He protested.
"And yet you present such a large and glorious maypole," Belle grinned, kneeling before him and lifting up his nightshirt.
"Oh God..." Scrooge took a deep, lustful breath as she took his swollen cock in one hand and began licking it. The joy, and gratitude, and ecstasy. They are all indescribable alike. And now Scrooge looked on more attentively than ever, when Belle took his member fully in her mouth and gently sucked it, and all at once it became spring-time in the haggard winter of his life.
Belle's hands quickly wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer to her face, shoving his cock deeper into her mouth, until his wiry white pubes brushed her nose. The shouts of wonder and delight with which the development of every sweet pleasure was received! What bliss! He placed his hands on her head. Scrooge's manhood was thick and a good seven inches at full attention, yet Belle, for such a tender and delicate creature, worked it with ease and with more care than any London harlot could ever do.
Belle looked up at him with those big, pleading eyes of hers and withdrew from him.
With most unladylike words, she whispered to him. "Fuck me now, Ebenezer."
And Scrooge did just that as he rammed half his member deep into her Belle's cunny so violently that she sucked in air to keep from crying out. Then he rammed the rest of it in, stopping only when his low hanging balls slapped against her.
"You like that, Belle?" He suddenly asked with a huge smile on his face.
"Yes... oh God yes!"
"Oh I'll fuck you good all right." Scrooge said as he pulled his cock out until only its head remained inside. Then looking straight into her eyes, he rammed it back inside as far as it would go.
"Bless my soul if you don't have a hot little sheath." He told her as he started pumping in and out with powerful strokes that had her gasping and moaning, the stamina of which would put a younger man to shame.
Then right in the middle of the coupling, he leaned forward and kissed her as passionately as she had ever been kissed. Gentlemen of the free-and-easy sort, who plume themselves on being acquainted with a move or two, and being usually equal to the time of day, express the wide range of their capacity for adventure by observing that they are good for anything from pitch-and-toss to manslaughter; between which opposite extremes, no doubt, there lies a tolerably wide and comprehensive range of subjects. Scrooge had more than demonstrated his capacity for satisfying a woman.
Oh, how Belle hated for him to spend! For so long now, she had wanted to have sex with him. Now she was doing that. She could tell he was about to cum when she noticed the strained look on his face. And as if on cue, he shot off inside her.
"Oh Belle...my love...my love!" Scrooge yelled, over and over, until they were overcome by sleep.
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A Naughty Christmas Carol