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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 3: The Second Of The Three Spirits
When Scrooge awoke, he was alone in his own bed once more. Sitting up in bed to get his thoughts together, Scrooge had no occasion to be told that the bell was again upon the stroke of One. He felt that he was restored to consciousness in the right nick of time, for the especial purpose of holding a conference with the second messenger dispatched to him through Jacob Marley's intervention.
To his surprise and delight, he looked down and saw that his cock was still rock hard.
"Praise be to God," he whispered, "but my virility hath returned with all might!" He stroked his shaft. It was slick with fluids, and not just his own.
He put a finger to his lips. The taste of Belle's cunny...no the Spirit...ah, no matter. It was a taste most divine, and dear Lord, he wanted more of it.
Five minutes, ten minutes, a quarter of an hour went by, yet nothing came. All this time, he lay upon his bed, the very core and centre of a blaze of ruddy light, which streamed upon it when the clock proclaimed the hour. He got up softly and shuffled in his slippers to the door.
The moment Scrooge's hand was on the lock, a strange voice called him by his name, and bade him enter. He obeyed.
It was his own room. There was no doubt about that. But it had undergone a surprising transformation. The walls and ceiling were so hung with living green, that it looked a perfect grove; from every part of which, bright gleaming berries glistened. The crisp leaves of holly, mistletoe, and ivy reflected back the light, as if so many little mirrors had been scattered there; and such a mighty blaze went roaring up the chimney, as that dull petrifaction of a hearth had never known in Scrooge's time, or Marley's, or for many and many a winter season gone.
Heaped up on the floor, to form a kind of throne, were turkeys, geese, game, poultry, brawn, great joints of meat, sucking-pigs, long wreaths of sausages, mince-pies, plum-puddings, barrels of oysters, red-hot chestnuts, cherry-cheeked apples, juicy oranges, luscious pears, immense twelfth-cakes, and seething bowls of punch, that made the chamber dim with their delicious steam. In easy state upon this couch, there sat a jolly Giant woman, glorious to see:, who bore a glowing torch, in shape not unlike Plenty's horn, and held it up, high up, to shed its light on Scrooge, as he came peeping round the door.
"Come in!" exclaimed the Ghost. "Come in, and know me better, you ravishing man!"
Scrooge entered timidly, and hung his head before this Spirit. She was plump, with the largest breasts he had ever seen. He couldn't stop staring at these immense orbs. She was clothed in one simple green robe, or mantle, bordered with white fur. This garment hung so loosely on the figure, that her capacious breasts were almost bare. Her feet, observable beneath the ample folds of the garment, were also bare; and on her head she wore no other covering than a holly wreath, set here and there with shining icicles. Her dark brown curls were long and free; free as her genial face, her sparkling eye, her open hand, her cheery voice, her unconstrained demeanour, and her joyful air.
"You have never seen the like of me before!" exclaimed the Spirit.
"Never," Scrooge made answer to her. He'd certainly never seen such a massive pair of tits, of that there was no doubt.
"I am the Ghost of Christmas Present. Touch my robe."
Scrooge did as he was told, and held it fast. In truth, he wanted to touch those tits.
Holly, mistletoe, red berries, ivy, turkeys, geese, game, poultry, brawn, meat, pigs, sausages, oysters, pies, puddings, fruit, and punch, all vanished instantly. So did the room, the fire, the ruddy glow, the hour of night, and they stood in the city streets on Christmas morning.
"Come, let us observe the merriment of Christmas," the Spirit said, as she led Scrooge down an alleyway. The Spirit smiled, and stopped to bless Bob Cratchit's dwelling with the sprinkling of her torch. Scrooge and the Spirit looked through a window.
Then up rose Mrs Cratchit, Cratchit's wife, dressed out but poorly in a twice-turned gown, but brave in ribbons, which are cheap and make a goodly show for sixpence; and she led her husband into the bedchamber and pushed him backwards onto the bed.
"Ooh Bob me good 'un, the children be hard at work on the Christmas feast and seeing to dear Tiny Tim. What's say you and I make the most of this moment and make the ol' beast with two backs?"
"Mmn, that be a grand notion, my sweet!" Bob laughed as he unbuttoned his breeches. "Eh, always space for another young Cratchit!"
They began having the most wild and frenzied coupling, which made Scrooge blush redder than holly berries.
"I say, Spirit! I must protest at this unseemly voyeurism!" he spluttered, covering his eyes, yet continuing to peer through his fingers. "That's Bob Cratchit...he's my clerk!"
"An overworked and underpaid clerk," the Spirit replied. "Despite that, he has such an incredible sex drive. What a remarkable man!"
"Why, bless your heart alive, my dear, how you rut just like a stag!" Mrs Cratchit yelled, as the headboard banged against the wall.
Scrooge watched, mesmerised, as Mrs Cratchit's full-bodied tits bounced up and down, like two lambs gambolling in a spring meadow. He thought her body splendid for a woman who'd endured childbirth so many times. Bob was indeed blessed with a very comely wife. He'd never realised it until now, but he found her very attractive. Definitely worth ravishing.
When their lovemaking concluded, they returned to the kitchen, where their children were waiting.
"A Merry Christmas to us all, my dears. God bless us."
Which all the family re-echoed.
"God bless us every one!" said Tiny Tim, the last of all.
Scrooge had been discreetly rubbing his erection through his nightshirt all the time.
"T'is lovely to see a happy family enjoying themselves, don't you agree?" The Spirit smiled. "I see you too are enjoying the view."
Scrooge bowed his head in shame. "Forgive me, Spirit. What must I do?"
"You must learn to embrace your sexuality Ebenezer, and cast off your inhibitions."
Scrooge was overcome with penitence and grief.
Mortal and spirit travelled onwards through the present, and the next scene was in a bright, dry, gleaming room, with the Spirit standing smiling by his side, and looking at Scrooge's nephew with approving affability.
"He said that Christmas was a humbug, as I live!" cried Scrooge's nephew. "He believed it too."
"More shame for him, Fred." said Scrooge's niece, indignantly.
She was eighteen and very pretty: exceedingly pretty. With a dimpled, surprised looking, capital face; a ripe little mouth, that seemed made to be kissed - as no doubt it was; all kinds of good little dots about her chin, that melted into one another when she laughed; and the sunniest pair of eyes you ever saw in any little creature's head. Altogether she was what you would have called provoking, you know; but satisfactory, too. Oh perfectly satisfactory!
Scrooge felt his erection throb with need. Never realised I had such a pretty niece, he thought. Bloody hell, what I'd give to bend her over that piano stool and ram my prick up her...
"I'm sure she'd love it if you were to do that," the Spirit said, winking at him.
Scrooge's cheeks flooded with colour. "You can read my thoughts?"
"I'm a Spirit. From me, no secrets are hidden. Oh don't look so mortified, Ebenezer! I'm delighted you fantasise about fucking your niece. That's more like it! Don't be shy, my dear man. It may please you to know, that she fantasises about fucking you too."
"I beg your pardon?" Scrooge spluttered.
"Not quite the innocent little creature you think she is," replied the Spirit. "Has meddled with many a man, she has, and all of them much older than she. She has a fancy for the older male."
Scrooge licked his lips. "Then I must endeavour to..."
"Not yet, my sweet mortal fellow. My time draws to a close, but before I depart, you must satisfy two needy souls." She opened her robe. "Behold!"
Two beautiful naked women appeared from under the Spirit's robe.
Scrooge started back, stunned. Having them shown to him in this way, he tried to remain composed, but it was impossible not to stare.
"Spirit, are they relatives of yours?" Scrooge could say no more.
"They are Man's," said the Spirit, looking down upon them. "And they cling to me, appealing for me to find a lover to satisfy them. This girl is Ignorance. This other is Want. Need I say more?"
"Two at once?" Scrooge took a deep breath. This was going to be exhausting and difficult. Want looked ready to drain Scrooge's balls drier than desert sand.
"Well I must try my best," Scrooge said at last. He decided to fuck Want first, seeing as she was so desperate for sex. He kissed her deeply before he began kissing down her body exploring her with his mouth and tongue. Scrooge took time adoring her breasts, licking at her cute little belly button, before making his way to the perfect triangle at the centre of her being.
Soon, Want was shaking, twitching, rotating her hips upward to his face, her scent filled his nose and her musk tasted sweet in his mouth. Her tiny love button perched openly awaiting some attention and Scrooge offered it a tiny lick before kissing and licking her thighs just below the open petals of her cunny. When he finally made direct contact on her awaiting pussy and clit, Want exploded in a wet gush of juices. She stiffened, took a deep breath, held it a couple of seconds before screaming out an intense orgasm.
"Very good, Ebenezer," the Spirit said, watching in admiration. "That's the first time I've ever seen her cry out like that."
"Me next! Sir, I beg thee, show me what it's like!" Ignorance pleaded, tugging Scrooge's nightshirt. "I've never seen a man's member up close before. I don't have a clue how to do anything."
"Don't worry my dear, it's nothing to be scared of. "Sex is a beautiful thing. I'll take it nice and slow," Scrooge smiled, stroking his hard cock. "Would you like to touch my cock?" Bless her, she was as timid as a little rabbit. Slowly, Ignorance extended her hand and began stroking his shaft.
"Ooh Mr Scrooge, it's so warm and firm! It's nice!"
"Indeed it is. Would you like to touch it some more?"
"I want you to stick it in my...what's it called?" She pointed to her crotch.
"Cunny...pussy, cunt...slit...there are quite a few names, actually."
She nodded. "In there, then."
In a quick move, Scrooge slipped his cock into Ignorance's tight womanhood and began fucking her gently. Her clamping muscles on his cock were tighter than a vice. The lovemaking lasted long, was sweet and natural, and very fulfilling. Scrooge did not change positions throughout the entire session and in the end, they spent together locked in a kiss and embrace. The afterglow lasted many minutes before the Spirit cleared her throat.
"That was beautiful, Ebenezer. "Very tenderly done. We can safely say Ignorance is no longer ignorant. I've never seen her looking so happy before!"
Tired but very proud of his efforts, Scrooge just grinned broadly.
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