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Subject: {ASSM} "A Starlet Christmas" M/F - Maria Gonzales
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If you aren't 18, or 21 if you live in a backwards
place, then go away : )

This story is copyrighted by the writer formerly known
as Maria Gonzales, AKA M-Go. Copyright 2001. Send me an
E-mail at Maria1971@aol.com and/or visit my web site
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A Starlet Christmas

(6,303 words)
by Maria Gonzales

Copyright 2000 - All Rights Reserved. Any use of this 
work without the author's written permission is 
strictly forbidden.

"Fuck me Ricky. Fuck me harder," the girlish voice 
moaned lustfully.

"You like livin' the vida loca, baby; you like being 
fucked loca?" a masculine voice with a spanish accent 
answered.

"Oh yeah. I love your cock, Ricky. It feels so good 
inside of me. I love having my hands on your bon bon. 
Shake it Ricky. It drives me crazy."

Ring ring.

"You have really nice tits, Britney. Too bad they 
aren't real."

"They're real, Ricky. Mmmmm, that feels so good, fuck 
me faster. I had a growth spurt and they just kept 
growing and growing. Just like your cock."

Ring, ring.

"Whatever. I really love to watch them bounce as I fuck 
you loca."

"Oh Ricky. Fuck me harder, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me 
baby one more time. Oops," the girlish voice screamed, 
"I'm coming again!"

Ring ring.

"Suck on my cock while I answer the phone."

Ring. "Hello."

"Hi Tabbitha. What's up?"

"Nothing, Angela. I'm just playing around with these 
dolls that some fan sent me: Britney Spears and Ricky 
Martin. He wants to know when there's going to be a 
Tabbitha Young doll."

"That's a good question Tabb. When is there going to be 
a Tabbitha Young doll? And where are they going to find 
all that silicone for the doll's boobs?"

"Ha ha, very funny. Mine are real, unlike some other 
actresses I could name."

"So you claim. At least I admit to having implants. So 
when is there gonna be a Tabbitha Young doll?"

"Maybe when our show moves out of last place in the 
ratings and people actually know who I am," Tabbitha 
Young paused thoughtfully and continued. "Who am I 
kidding? Nobody watches this stupid network we're on 
except to watch wrestling. Watch, the show's gonna be 
canceled, replaced by more wrestling. I'll be out there 
in slut clothes cheering on some fat wrestler in no 
time. We're gonna be body slammed through tables. I 
can't believe I'm stuck in this stupid contract with 
this stupid network."

"C'mon Tabb. It could be worse," Angela answered.

"It could? During filming yesterday they had us running 
around in tiny little white tank tops -- I swear they 
were made out of gauze -- and to make it even worse, 
they had the heat turned off."

"It was freezing. I didn't say anything, I'd probably 
get fired or something, but you're the star, why didn't 
you complain?"

"I did. They just smiled and told me, 'Somebody's on 
the way right now to fix it, Tabb. We all just have to 
deal with it until it's fixed.' Yeah right, the 
heater's broken, like I really believed that. They just 
want to show off our tits, see if we can get the 
perverted men ages fifteen to sixty-five demographic to 
watch our show. The best way to do that is to show off 
our boobs, our rock hard nipples sticking out of see 
through tops."

"What do you expect Tabb? It is the TNA network after 
all and we're the T and A. So, do you have any big 
plans for Christmas?"

"Big plans? For Christmas? I think I'm just going to 
stay home by myself and play with my dolls. I have a 
Christina Aguilera doll too, it sings. Wanna hear it?"

"Not really. Tabbitha, you need to relax," Angela told 
her. "There will be a Tabbitha Young doll soon and 
maybe even an Angela Reina doll too. Trust me, you're 
gonna be a huge star and I'm gonna ride your coattails, 
or maybe I should say tight shorts. 'Scenic Places' is 
gonna be a huge hit, just like Felicity and those other 
shows."

"Yeah right. It's gonna be a huge hit when we do an 
entire show topless. I swear, if they asked me, I would 
do it and so would you. I can see the promos now, 
"Watch Tabbitha Young as Priscilla in a very special 
episode of 'Scenic Places.' Priscilla has to decide, 
the convent or exotic dancing. What does her future 
hold? You can help her decide, visit the official 
'Scenic Places' web site to cast your vote. Help decide 
Priscilla's future.' We would be doing every episode 
after that in a thong and nothing else. At least it 
would get decent ratings... I think. I dunno, maybe I 
wouldn't do it. I get enough crazed mail about my 
breasts as it is."

"I told you, relax. You're gonna be a huge star and 
I'll be able to go down to the mall and buy a 
Priscilla/Tabbitha doll for my little sister."

"A doll? A doll. I don't want to be a fucking doll. You 
know what happens to those dolls don't you? Mothers buy 
them for their daughters, then the big brothers come 
along and rip off the heads and limbs. Then the parts 
get sold at garage sales around the country. Excuse me, 
but I don't want to find my decapitated likeness in 
some redneck garage sale. I'll be happy if this show 
becomes a big enough hit to be renewed for another 
season so I can finish paying for this damn condo."

"Relax, Tabbitha. I know you; you're gonna make it... 
we're gonna make it."

"Oh yeah. If I'm gonna make it, then why the hell 
aren't there any dolls of me at Toys R Us?"

"You're amazing! I thought you didn't want any Tabbitha 
Young dolls out there."

"I don't, but I do... I don't know. I just want to get 
off this stupid network and make some money without 
having to show off my boobs, or at least show off my 
boobs in movies instead of some lousy TV show."

"Well, Tabb, what did you expect from the TNA network, 
'Masterpiece Theater?' You knew what kind of show you 
were gonna to be on when you signed that contract."

"I know, I know. I shouldn't have believed the hype and 
promises from the network. I should have signed that 
deal for half the money from one of the other networks, 
but they promised that my show wouldn't just be some 
program that showed off our bodies, they promised that 
the show would be good. The critics hate it, at least 
the ones who have taken the time to watch it. At least 
now that they have us wearing tighter tank tops and 
shorter skirts, we've at least moved out of last place 
in the total ratings. We're just last in our time slot 
now."

"Why don't you come with me to my parents for Christmas 
dinner in Canada. My brother would love it, he watches 
your show every week, the drool practically rolls out 
of his mouth whenever you have on a tight sweater."

"He drools whenever he sees any female. Anyway, that's 
just what I need, some hormone filled kid staring at 
me.... I'll think about it. Call me in the morning. 
Okay, Angela?"

"Okay, Tabbitha, talk to you then."

"Ciao," Tabbitha Young, the star of TNA networks most 
promising show of the fall season, and the most 
disappointing show, hung up the phone. She spread the 
legs of the Britney Spears doll and placed the Ricky 
Martin doll on top, "Fuck me Ricky, fuck me baby one 
more time," she said in her best little girl voice.

In the middle of the United States, somewhere in the 
heartland, actually Akron, Ohio, a lonely college 
student was surfing the World Wide Web. As he clicked 
between porn sites and the official celebrity sites of 
sexy actresses, he followed a link he had never seen 
before. The link promised a direct E-mail address to 
Santa Claus. With a smirk, he clicked on it.

As the web site came up, he read the simple text 
filling his monitor. "Dear Randy Logan, you have been 
chosen as one of twenty recipients of Santa Claus' real 
E-mail address. We know many of you do not believe in 
Santa Claus, but be assured that he is real, and the 
twenty people that received this link are assured of 
receiving their most desired presents. Just click on 
the link below, and your personal message to Santa will 
go directly to him. This is not a joke."

Randy Logan re-read the text on his screen, with 
another smirk, he pressed the link as instructed and 
watched his E-mail screen appear on the monitor. 
Shaking his head in amazement, he smirked and began to 
type.

"Dear Santa, or whoever you are, for Christmas this 
year, there really isn't anything that I really need. 
I'm a little past the videogame stage and I'm pretty 
much set as far as other stuff."

With an wry grin, Randy continued to type, "What I 
really want for Christmas is to wake up in the morning 
and find that girl from the TV show 'Scenic Places' 
under my tree. The show really sucks but she is really 
hot. Maybe you could wrap her in a tiny little piece of 
lingerie, with a little red bow in her hair.

"For the geek that set this stupid little web site up, 
I want you to know that I don't believe in Santa; I 
hope you get a nice little laugh as you read my wish. 
You have to admit, that she is a little hottie. 
Wouldn't you like to find her under your tree? Get lost 
assholes."

Randy looked over the text of the letter and fixed a 
couple of typos. With a flourish, he pressed the mouse 
button and watched as the 'your E-mail has been sent' 
window appeared on the screen.

"That oughta screw with their heads," he said to 
himself with a smirk. Shutting off his computer, he 
turned off the lights and went to sleep, fantasizing 
that Tabbitha Young, Jennifer Love Hewitt and Jennifer 
Lopez lap danced for him in his bedroom before they 
made wild passionate love to him.

Tabbitha Young awoke with a start. The starlet was sure 
that she had shut off the lights in her condo before 
she went to bed, but now the condo was brightly lit, 
every light turned on. She wrapped a robe around her 
naked body and glanced around the corner into her 
living room. A thin man in blue bermuda shorts and a 
gaudy multi-colored shirt that looked like it belonged 
to a tourist returning from Hawaii smiled at her. 
"Merry Christmas, Miss Young," he said.

"Who the hell are you?" she answered.

"You don't recognize me? Why I'm Santa Claus of course. 
Or maybe you might know me better as Kris Kringle."

"Yeah right. You're Santa Claus, and I'm Buffy the 
Vampire Slayer. Now get the hell out of my apartment 
you nutcase. For your information, you've got the 
costume all wrong. Santa is fat and wears a red suit, 
not skinny wearing something that looks like it belongs 
to somebody holding a pineapple in one hand and a drink 
with an umbrella in the other."

"That's what you think, Miss Young, but Coca Cola got 
it wrong. As you can see, I'm not fat, at least not 
anymore, those 'Fat Buster' pills really work, and I 
only wear the red suit when I'm someplace cold. 
Southern California isn't exactly cold, it feels like 
paradise to me, the North Pole is absolutely unbearable 
this time of year."

"Yeah right. Out of my house fruitcake, or I'll call 
the cops."

"I see that you really do have the personality that you 
are reputed to have, Miss Young. And if I may add, 
you've had it since you were a little girl. Why do you 
think you never got the Easy Bake oven that you asked 
for every year?"

"How did you know about that?"

"I'm Santa Claus. It's my job to know. Haven't you ever 
heard the song, "He knows when you've been sleeping, he 
knows when you're awake. He knows if you've been bad or 
good so be good for goodness sake. Oh you better watch 
out..."

"That's enough singing for now Kringle," Tabbitha 
interrupted. "Next time, try to stay in tune. Now out 
of my house or I'm hitting the panic button on my 
alarm, then you can see how it feels to be behind bars 
for Christmas."

"Still don't believe me, Miss Young? In 1989, I had 
your Easy Bake oven all wrapped up for you, ready for 
delivery. You were a relatively good girl that year so 
I decided to let you have it, but then on Christmas Eve 
you had to ruin it and hit your brother in the nose, 
just because he called you a tattletale."

"He did not call me a tattletale, he called me 
something worse than that. He called me a ..."

"I know what you told your parents he called you, and I 
don't like those four letter, or in this case, five 
letter words, but you know and I know that he called 
you a tattletale, then you hit him. Broke his nose if I 
remember right."

"Well... He deserved it. I get it, Charlie put you up 
to this, didn't he. My little brother is trying to pull 
a fast one on me. You can tell him to stick it up 
his..."

"Now now, Miss Young. Charlie doesn't have anything to 
do with this. Anyway, how you behaved as a child is 
immaterial to the present."

"I was a little angel," Tabbitha protested loudly. "I 
have proof, my parents always tell me so. It was 
Charlie that was a little jerkoff."

"Charlie was just a normal boy. You, on the other hand, 
Miss Young, were far from an angel. If I may say so, I 
would say that you were closer to hell than to heaven," 
Santa laughed a merry ho ho ho, "More of a little devil 
than an angel I would say. I remember when you were 
fourteen, how you used to walk around the house barely 
dressed, knowing that it drove your brother and his 
friends nuts. I don't think that's something a little 
angel would do. Do you, Miss Young?"

"Well... Hey, how did you know I did that. I knew it, 
Charlie put you up to this didn't he. Next time make 
him spring for a real Santa suit."

"Or how about the time, when you were a freshman in 
high school. When you and your best friend Diane 
started kissing as a joke, then it turned into an 
entire night of teenage lesbian sex. I don't think 
angelic teenage girls seduce their best friends. Do 
you, Miss Young?"

"She wanted to do it just as much as I did.... Hey! 
Nobody knows about that. How did you...?"

"I told you. I'm Santa Claus. I know everything. And I 
almost always keep all that information to myself. Of 
course, in certain instances, I'm not above using 
information on certain people for my best interests. In 
your case, Tabbitha, I seem to remember a meeting with 
some network executives earlier this year, when you and 
one of your co-stars from your little show put on a 
sexy little show. If I remember right, I remember a 
little striptease, then a little lesbian sex show 
between you and Angela, then blow jobs for every 
executive in the room. Every executive except for Miss 
Timms that is, the three of you went back to her place 
for a torrid little lesbian menage-a-trois if I 
remember correctly. You'll have to forgive me, at my 
age, my memory isn't what it used to be. "

"But how...?"

"I told you; I'm Santa Claus. And I remember a little 
meeting with the head of one of the major toy 
manufacturers. I know you were willing to sign that 
deal with them. It wasn't your fault that he couldn't 
get it up. Who knew that his Viagra bottle was empty. I 
think you still should have gotten that contract with 
them anyway. Everybody thought your show was gonna be 
huge."

"But..."

"I bet, Miss Young, that you're wondering why I'm 
here?" Santa watched as Tabbitha slowly nodded her 
head. "I'm here, because... how can I put this? I'm in 
a little need of your services this year."

"You need something from me? Like I'm really going to 
help some fruitcake claiming to be Santa Claus."

You still don't believe me, do you? Maybe if I tell you 
about that time when you went to Tijauna and went to 
the sex show with the donkey. You had to climb on stage 
and touch him, didn't you? The elves loved watching 
that; although Mrs. Claus had to leave the room. I 
still can't believe that you actually ..."

"Okay, okay. I had a little too much tequila," Tabbitha 
protested. "You're Santa; I believe you. What do you 
want from me and why the hell should I help you. I'm 
still waiting for a fucking Easy Bake oven from you."

"You still want an Easy Bake oven? You could always go 
buy one you know."

"I know, but it's the principle of the thing. I always 
wanted one from Santa Claus." Tabbitha examined the 
strange man sitting across from her. He seemed to be 
staring at her legs; she glanced down and realized her 
robe had opened and he could see everything from her 
waist down. She tightened the robe then continued. 
"Assuming that I will help you. Why do you need my help 
anyway? I mean you're Santa Claus."

"Well, this year the elves were testing a little 
computer program on the Internet, a way that we could 
collect information about what kids really want for 
Christmas. To make a long story short, one of the names 
on our list was a certain Randy Logan. Except the elves 
messed up and sent the information to the wrong Randy 
Logan, in this case a college student from Akron, Ohio. 
Since we promised to deliver any Christmas gifts 
requested via this program... well let's say that Randy 
Logan's most desired Christmas gift is -- and I'm 
paraphrasing here -- that little hottie from 'Scenic 
Places,' Tabbitha Young. So you see my dilemma, he 
requested you under his tree wearing lingerie and a red 
bow; we promised to deliver whatever he wished. So I'm 
her to negotiate with you.

"Ahhh... that's a nice word, negotiate. What do I get 
out of this?"

"What do you want?"

"I want my show to become a huge hit," Tabbitha 
answered quickly.

"Done."

"And I want to make movies, and make a hit record too."

"Done."

"That's it? All I had to do was ask. No negotiating, no 
trying to get a better bargain, no hassles, no 
haggling, no blow jobs?"

"Nothing like that, Mrs. Claus is watching. Is that all 
you want?" Santa smiled sweetly, picked up his right 
hand and waved.

Tabbitha hesitated for a second before answering, "Yes, 
that's all I want."

"Then we have a deal," Santa clicked his fingers, and 
with a flash of light, Tabbitha found herself in a 
strange apartment, wearing a bright red negligee with 
white fur trim. She was laying on her side underneath a 
Christmas tree, her breasts nearly spilling out of the 
flimsy nightie. She tried to stand but was unable to 
move.

"It'll only be a few minutes before Randy wakes up," 
Tabbitha heard Santa say from nowhere. "You can't move 
until he sees you. He was pretty specific about finding 
you under the tree. He was right... the little red bow 
in your hair makes you look so in-season. Have fun Miss 
Young."

Randy's hit the snooze button on his alarm clock, and 
tried to go back to sleep. It was Christmas, but so 
what. He was stuck in the middle of Ohio, while his 
family was celebrating Christmas in Aruba. It wasn't 
his fault that he couldn't get his grades higher. 
Anyway, what did his parents want from him, straight 
A's? They didn't understand how hard it was to be able 
to maintain a C average. It wasn't his fault that his 
professors wouldn't take bribes to raise his grades. 
What did they expect from him?

Unable to sleep, Randy pulled himself out of bed, 
lazily scratching his butt with his left hand. The 
lights from his Christmas tree were blinking wildly. "I 
thought I shut the lights off," he said quietly to 
himself.

Dressed only in his white underwear, he walked into the 
living room of his apartment. His mouth dropped as he 
looked at the girl barely dressed underneath his tree. 
It couldn't be, but it looked like her.

"Close your mouth, Randy. Yes, I'm your Christmas wish, 
Tabbitha Young, here to do whatever perverted things 
you have planned for me. At least you could comb your 
hair and take a shower."

"But..." Randy stammered.

"Yeah, you could quit scratching that too. Now go take 
a shower, I'll still be here when you get done."

"But..."

"Yes dorkface. That E-mail you sent to Santa was real. 
Now because of you I get to spend my Christmas in some 
little apartment who the fuck knows where. Where am I 
anyway?"

"Akron."

"Akron? Like in Ohio?"

"Yeah, Ohio."

"Great. I hope you know I had big plans for Christmas 
this year. I was planning on going to the Bahamas."

"The Bahamas?"

"No, not really, but I wasn't planning on Akron, Ohio. 
Now if you could hurry up and take a shower, we can get 
this over with and Santa can get me back to my condo. 
Don't you know that white Jockeys are so unsexy. Do you 
have any boxers or anything?"

"Umm, yeah, I have some boxers."

"Well after you take a shower, could you put those on 
instead. Those things you have on have holes in them." 
Tabbitha said as she scrunched her nose.

"Ummm."

"Well, go. I don't have all day you know."

"This is some kind of joke, isn't it? You really look 
like Tabbitha Young though. Who sent you?"

"Listen? I am Tabbitha Young, and in case you don't 
remember, you sent an E-mail to Santa Claus asking to 
find me wrapped underneath your tree."

"Yeah right, and I'm Brad Pitt."

Tabbitha laughed and rolled her eyes, "I don't think 
so. Although I bet if you took a shower and cleaned 
yourself up you wouldn't look as pathetic as you do 
now."

"Gee, thanks, Tabbitha, for that compliment. Now tell 
me who you really are?"

"Listen, before today I believed in Santa as much as 
you did. Now I know he's real. And you Mister average-
college-perverted-male, should believe in him too, 
after finding me under your tree as your present."

"Prove that your Tabbitha Young."

"And how the hell am I supposed to do that?"

"I don't know? What's the name of your character on 
"Scenic Places?" Randy asked.

"Priscilla, Priscilla Miller."

"Well, that helps prove who you are. Nobody I know 
except for me watches that stupid show anyway, and I 
only watch it to see the nipples poking out of the 
tops. Tell me something else."

"Gawd, you're not only hopeless, but perverted too. 
Okay, on the show I play a character that has the 
outward appearance of being very naive and innocent, 
but deep down Priscilla is very shrewd and conniving, 
not afraid to use whatever she has to get what she 
wants."

"What size bra do you wear?" Randy asked.

"I don't know. I've never worn one before," Tabbitha 
answered matter-of-factly.

"Oh my God. You really are Tabbitha Young," Randy 
exclaimed as the actress answered the trick question. 
He collapsed into the nearest chair, his mouth wide 
open in astonishment.

"Is that all anybody ever watches the show for? To see 
my boobs bounce around. One of these days I'll have to 
wear a bra on the show, see if the ratings plunge. Wait 
a minute, they can't get any worse than they are now. 
Nevermind," Tabbitha complained. "Close your mouth, if 
there were any flies around here they'd fly right in 
and make a nest."

"I don't believe that Tabbitha Young is in my 
apartment," Randy answered, ignoring her comments. "An 
almost naked Tabbitha Young, and I look like shit," 
Randy stood and ran into the bathroom.

After a few moments, Tabbitha heard the shower turn on, 
and she stood and stretched. She walked into the 
bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She had 
to admit she had never looked better, and the bow 
really made her look like a Christmas present.

"Is that you out there, Tabbitha... I mean Miss Young?"

"Tabbitha is fine, actually Tabb is better. Anything 
but Tabby."

"I was thinking. Since you are my Christmas wish, and 
you said I get to do whatever perverted things with you 
that I want, could you take off your clothes and hop in 
the shower with me?"

Tabbitha let the straps of the lingerie down, and 
stepped out of the lacy underwear. Sliding the shower 
curtain to the side, she stepped into the shower next 
to Randy.

"The water's so cold, turn it hotter would you," 
Tabbitha ordered.

Randy adjusted the water as he looked at Tabbitha's 
naked body.

"Randy, you better close your mouth or you might 
drown," Tabbitha said with a smile.

"I'm sorry. It's just that, I can't believe that, I 
mean, you're so beautiful, and I can't believe that, I 
mean, your naked, next to me, and you're..."

"Do you really think I'm beautiful?"

Randy nodded his head

With a coquettish smile, Tabbitha replied, "Thanks. You 
know, you're not so bad yourself, and your equipment is 
pretty impressive too. In fact, if you don't mind, I 
think I'm going to get on my knees and suck on your 
cock for a while," Tabbitha said unaware that her 
thoughts were being manipulated by something. At the 
moment all she wanted to do was to go down on Randy.

"I was just thinking that," answered Randy.

Tabbitha kissed the tip of Randy's cock, twirling her 
tongue on the head. She pushed the entire length into 
her throat, feeling the tip of his penis tickle the 
back of her throat. She hungrily sucked on his cock, 
her head bobbing back and forth as she pushed it in and 
out of her mouth.

Randy could feel himself begin to orgasm, and Tabbitha 
let his cock fall out of her mouth and said as she 
turns of the water, "I want to feel you inside me. 
Now." She stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel 
and running it over her body. She toweled off her hair 
on the way to Randy's bedroom and glanced in the 
mirror, tussling her hair with her hands.

Randy looked at her as she stood at the end of the bed, 
her wild hair making her look sexier than he ever 
imagined any woman could look. He ran to the bed, 
tossing the empty pizza boxes off the bed and onto the 
floor. "Fuck me, Randy," Tabbitha said lustfully. "I 
need to feel your cock inside me now."

Tabbitha placed her hands onto the bed and opened her 
legs. "I need you inside me," she said as she placed 
her elbows on the bed, her body bent at the waist as 
Randy stared at her tight ass and wet pussy. She looked 
back at Randy, moving one of her fingers into her 
mouth, softly sucking on it. Quickly, she placed her 
wet finger along the lips of her pussy, slowly running 
her finger up and down her wet slit.

Mesmerized by the way Tabbitha was acting, Randy 
watched her as her finger pushed into her pussy, making 
a quiet mushing sound as she pushed it in and out. 
"Please fuck me, Randy," she said lustfully.

Her words reminded Randy of what was actually doing, 
and he walked to her, nearly tripping over the 
discarded pizza boxes. He placed the tip of his hard 
cock between the lips of her pussy, and before he could 
push himself into her, he felt Tabbitha push against 
him, filling her with his cock, a loud moan escaping 
her throat as she began rocking her body back and 
forth.

Beginning to feel a rhythm developing, Randy matched 
her pushes with thrusts, watching her naked body writhe 
in front of him. Their rhythm grew faster, and Tabbitha 
screamed loudly, begging Randy to fuck her harder and 
faster. She collapsed on the bed, overcome by the waves 
of pleasure gushing through her body. As Tabbitha 
moaned loudly, Randy continued sliding his cock in and 
out of her pussy. With a loud groan, he pushed a final 
time, his cock pushing into her as he orgasmed.

He collapsed on top of her as she continued whimpering, 
still feeling the aftereffects of her orgasms. "Now 
what?" Tabbitha asked as she remained unmoving on the 
bed.

"I don't know, maybe..."

"Randy, I'm sorry, but I really need to suck on your 
cock again," Tabbitha said as she pushed Randy off her 
back and onto the bed. Rapidly she knelt on the floor 
and hungrily pushed Randy's still hard cock between her 
lips, expertly bringing him near the brink of orgasm, 
only to let his desire soften, not wanting him to 
climax yet.

Tabbitha stood, letting his hard cock slide out of her 
mouth. Straddling him, she pushed his cock into her, 
feeling the length of it slide deeply inside her. 
Hungry with desire, Tabbitha rapidly bounced up and 
down his shaft, feeling it gently tease her clitoris as 
it slid in and out of her pussy. Loudly moaning, her 
orgasm hit her unexpectedly, causing her gasp audibly 
and begin to scream Randy's name, begging him to fuck 
her harder.

Randy pumped his hips erratically and came inside her, 
but Tabbitha continued bouncing on him, sending him to 
another level of ecstasy, his moans of pleasure filling 
the room as he begged her to stop. She continued, 
changing her motion from up and down to front and back 
and side to side, feeling his cock tickle her clitoris, 
causing another wave of orgasms to flow through her 
body.

As she collapsed onto the bed next to him, she smiled 
as she asked. "Now what?"

"I would love..." Randy began to say.

"I know, Randy," Tabbitha interrupted, "Don't you want 
to take some pictures of me, naked, I mean really 
raunchy ones, with my legs spread and my pussy spread 
open. Maybe you can make a videotape of it too," 
Tabbitha said in her best throaty seductive voice.

Randy could only nod his head as he ran into the living 
room, grabbing his Polaroid camera and his video 
camera. When he returned to the bedroom, Tabbitha had 
neatly made the bed, and was sitting at the top, her 
back resting along the wooden headboard. Looking at him 
as he fumbled with the camera, she spread her legs and 
using her fingers, she opened her pussy for him. "Is 
this sexy enough?" she asked as she pushed one finger 
inside.

Randy could only nod as he snapped a picture with the 
instant camera, framing Tabbitha in the middle of the 
frame. They continued taking pictures, most of them 
with Tabbitha holding her legs open and her fingers 
pushed inside her. When Randy ran out of film, he 
grabbed the video camera and began taping her as she 
posed for the camera.

She cupped her breasts, pulling one nipple to her 
mouth, running her tongue on the nipple before she 
pulled it between her lips. As Randy zoomed the picture 
out, she opened her legs and said passionately, "Randy? 
Do you like my body? Do you like how I fuck? I love 
your cock Randy. It is so big, I've never had anybody 
like you before. You've made me come so hard and so 
many times."

As Tabbitha pushed her finger in and out of her wet 
pussy, she began tickling her clit with her other 
finger. Soon she was moaning in ecstasy as she 
climaxed, her back arched as her finger rapidly fucked 
her pussy.

Randy placed the video camera on a tripod, carefully 
framing the bed. He pulled Tabbitha to the bottom of 
the bed and climbed on top of her, pushing his hard 
cock into her, driving her to another series of 
orgasms.

He pulled his cock out and came all over her stomach 
and tits. Tabbitha rubbed her finger in a puddle of his 
come, and placed it between her lips, erotically 
sucking on it.

Randy blinked, and when he opened his eyes, Tabbitha 
was gone. He turned and found a man standing in the 
doorway, wearing blue bermuda shorts and a very bad 
Hawaiian shirt. Randy instinctively covered himself 
with his hands and dived onto the bed, pulling the 
blanket over his naked body. "Who the fuck are you? 
Where's Tabb?"

"I'm Santa Claus. I take it you liked your present," 
the man asked. "The pictures and video are for your 
eyes only. Nobody else can see them or hear them. Ho ho 
ho, Merry Christmas," the strange man yelled before he 
disappeared with a click of his fingers.

Tabbitha Young sat up with a start. "It was only a 
dream," she thought out loud. She got up from her bed, 
looked in the mirror and opened her eyes wide in 
amazement. She had gone to bed after taking a long hot 
bath, but was now sweaty, her hair messed up and a 
sticky liquid all over her stomach and breasts. To top 
it off, she looked in the mirror and found a red bow 
tied into her hair. She ran into the living room, and 
found a pile of presents under the Christmas tree.

Opening every package quickly, tearing the paper 
excitedly, her smile grew with every present she 
opened. Every toy that she had ever wished for when she 
was a child she discovered in the wrapped boxes. A 
Barbie dollhouse, a Cabbage Patch Baby, even a pink 
Barbie Jeep - everything she had ever wished for and 
never received. As she opened the last present, her 
smile turned into a frown. What she had always wanted 
was not to be found.

She walked dejectedly into the kitchen, and her eyes 
opened widely as she saw an Easy Bake Oven sitting on 
the counter, a big red bow attached along with a white 
envelope. She opened the envelope, and read the 
handwritten note inside.

"Merry Christmas, Tabitha. You were a very good girl 
this year, and for that you received all of the toys 
you ever wished for. You were also a very naughty girl 
when you needed to be, for that you get this lucky 
coin. Keep it in your pocket at all times, and all your 
biggest wishes will be fulfilled this year. For a 
start, look under the tree one more time, Santa"

Tabbitha rushed to the Christmas tree, and found a 
present that she hadn't seen before. She picked it up, 
and carefully unwrapped it. She looked into the box 
through the clear plastic and opened her mouth in 
astonishment. It was her, it was a Tabbitha Young doll. 
She carefully at it, examining every detail before 
opening it and pulled the little figurine out. It 
looked just like her. The she looked at the box and 
read the red letters out loud, "Tabitha Young doll." 
She looked at the spelling on the box again and yelled, 
"It's spelled with two B's!!!!"

When she looked at the box again, the lettering had 
magically changed, and now read "T-A-B-B-I-T-H-A."."

"Sorry about that," a voice she recognized as belonging 
to Santa boomed. "Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas, baby."

"Bob, you'll never believe this till you see it, man. I 
fucked Tabbitha Young all Christmas day. Man it was 
incredible, she was awesome."

"Yeah right. You fucked major hottie Tabbitha Young.... 
In Akron, Ohio. How many Buds did you down?"

"I'm serious. I'm looking at some pictures of her as we 
speak, and I have her on video too, man. You have to 
see these pics."

"Are you serious? I'll be right over."

Randy looked at every Polaroid he had taken of 
Tabbitha. His favorite had her completely naked, her 
legs wide open with one finger pushed into her pussy 
while the other hand spread open her pussy lips. He 
started the video tape and heard her voice asking, 
"Like this, Randy? Do you like my tits, Randy. Do you 
want me to spread my legs for you now? Can I suck your 
cock now?"

He looked through the pictures a second time and heard 
a knock on the door. On the video he could hear 
Tabbitha screaming in orgasm as she played with 
herself, screaming his name, begging him to fuck her.

He bounced to the door, and saw his buddy Bob, who was 
joined by Don and Mike. "Okay, let's see these X-rated 
pics of you and Tabbitha Young."

With a big smile, Randy handed the Polaroids to them, 
and pointed to the TV. "Man, she was unbelievable. She 
is so fucking hot. I swear she's a nympho."

"Randy, dude, these pictures are all blank, there's 
nothing on them. What.... Did you take the pictures of 
her in the dark?"

Randy grabbed the pictures from Bob, and looked at a 
picture of Tabbitha on her hands and knees, her finger 
inside her pussy. "Look, this one is hot, she's fucking 
herself," he said as he handed the picture to Mike.

"Man, you're totally nuts. I don't see anything but 
black. Where's the video you say you took?"

"It's on now. Can't you hear her screaming my name, 
can't you see her gorgeous body all spread out?"

"Umm, Randy. If you got any more of whatever you've 
been smoking or drinking, I want some. There isn't 
anything on the TV but a lot of snow."

"I told you Randy, for your eyes only," Randy heard a 
voice boom out.

"Did you hear that?" Randy asked.

"Hear what?" Bob answered.

"Nevermind," Randy answered as he grabbed the Polaroids 
from his friends and put them away.

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