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An Erotic Christmas Carol By ElSol
Stave 3 -- Lost Women
The light woke Eben up. It was pouring in from around the frame of his
bedroom door. He thought about staying in bed for a second.
"Eben!!! GET IN HERE!!" an exuberant male voice shouted from the other
side of the door precluding any further thoughts of not heading in that
direction.
Eben stood up angrily, stomped to the door, and threw it open.
The tableau nailed his feet to the ground. The light was coming from a
massive Christmas tree with candles festooned on every branch. There was a
bright torch beside a throne-like chair. Stacks of gifts spread out from
the tree in an ocean of wrapping paper washing over every piece of his
furniture.
He looked at the chair to see a giant of a man sitting with three
sprite-like women kneeling around him. They were attacking a horse-sized
cock that looked monstrous even on man his size. The sprites were
wrestling the massive dick from each other for an opportunity to lick it.
One won out for a second and managed to get the head in her mouth. Eben
moved unconsciously into the room to get a better view as she tried to
impale her head on the hard cock. It should have been impossible but she
managed to stretch her mouth open enough to happily suckle the head.
Eben looked at the women again. They were perfectly formed albeit three
foot-tall human females with curves proportional to their height. The size
of the man made them look like children. The giant reached down to caress
a well-developed breast. One of the women climbed onto him to capture his
lips in a hungry kiss. The giant's hand moved down to cup her tight ass.
It left two women at his dick; they decided to share their mammoth toy
instead of fighting over it. One began a vigorous licking of the man's
ball-sac as the other treated his penis to the same. They switched
locations but the one at his ball-sac took a testicle completely into her
mouth while the other did the same to the bulbous head of the man's dick.
The third woman tired of kissing. She put one foot on the head of the
women sucking the dick and pushed her off unceremoniously. She did the
same to the other woman. She straddled the sitting man, reached between
them to place the tip of the massive cock at her pussy lips.
"Yeah...Right!" Eben said as he compared the size of the woman, and the
man's cock. The woman's pussy was tiny and Eben was sure she would be
split in twain if she insisted on her course of action.
She was determined.
She hyperventilated and pressed inexorably downward. Her pussy lips spread
obscenely as she dropped her head back and gasped in a wild mixture of
pain and pleasure. She held each millimeter she gained for a length of
time before impaling her pussy another millimeter onto the man's dick.
"HOLY SHIT!" Eben exclaimed as she accepted more and more of the man's
penis inside herself.
Each tiny bit gained heightened her pleasure. She finally hit bottom with
less than half of the man's penis inside her and orgasmed more powerfully
than any woman Eben had ever seen. Her body trembled uncontrollably as the
man reached to hold her weight up so she would not collapse; if she did
her weight would drive him farther in than she could possibly take. She
regained control and began a slow trip up at the apex of which she
hesitated before fucking him back inside of her. The pace that her pussy
allowed her to move increased with the wetness caused by her orgasm but it
would have driven a normal man crazy in its slowness. The giant seemed
unconcerned; pleasured by it, but nowhere near being driven insane by her
slow travel up and down the most sensitive part of his dick.
The action had a noticeable effect on Eben and the other two women. One
stood up and moved determinedly toward Eben. He backed up trying to escape
her intent but hit solid wall behind him. The third woman climbed the
throne and dropped her pussy onto the man's bearded face.
The woman tackled Eben low, dropping him alongside the wall. She sat on
his thighs and loosened the robe around his waist. She smiled gleefully at
the erect penis. There was no foreplay, no hesitation. She looked him in
the eyes, and crawled into position. She moved to where her pussy was just
beyond the head of his penis. She dropped her hips onto his stomach and
slid backward. The angle was wrong for penetration, but she was obviously
driven. She moved down until his penis stood up against her pussy. She
took a playful bite at his nipples looking up at him.
She smiled sex.
She moved towards him, his dick sliding lower and lower. She gasped as the
alignment became perfect for her intent. She hitched her hips to capture
the tip of his dick inside her pussy lips. She smiled sex at him again as
he pushed up with his hips attempting to lodge the head of his penis
inside her. Eben was nowhere near the size of the horse-cocked giant but
he was not lacking in that department either. The woman was tiny though
and Eben barely managed any headway.
She stopped smiling as her body frustrated the couple's efforts to join.
She snuck a hand between their bodies, wrapped her fingers around the top
of Eben's dick and pushed down on him.
The word tight did not begin to describe the sensation of a three-foot
woman who did not weigh sixty pounds wrapping her pussy around Eben's
dick.
Like the one with the giant, this woman felt great pleasure as she slowly
worked her pussy down Eben's cock. Eben was not small and when he felt
himself bottom out in the woman there were still a couple of inches
outside of her. She sat up and Eben brought his hands to her ass to hold
her up. She rotated her hips in a grinding motion that rubbed the head of
his dick on the walls of the deepest part of her body. She leaned forward
to increase the amount of contact between her clit and him.
She began to grind again.
Eben lifted his hips and dropped them fast. Her weight drove her
forcefully onto his cock. She grunted as the sudden drop lifted her higher
on the trip to orgasm. The position left Eben with a great deal of sexual
control since her grinding stimulated him but did not force his climb to
orgasm.
He had not counted on her need for more stimulation when her orgasm hit.
As pleasure took over her body, her pussy flexed uncontrollably around
Eben's intruder. She wanted to stay in the middle of orgasm, wanted that
one step higher in pleasure. She did everything she could to reach it. She
moved up and down his penis while squeezing as tight she could. He grabbed
her hips trying to stop her but the extra girth his dick gained as he
approached his orgasm drove her that half-step higher but still she needed
more. She pumped harder, until he joined her motion with the force of his
own. He came and she reached that next level at the same time.
"Fuck!" he shouted as he felt a wave of dizziness hit him as she screamed
out her powerful release. She continued to stimulate his dick while
smaller waves of pleasure crashed into her. Finally as Eben thought he
might have to forcibly remove her from his dick to survive, she collapsed
on his chest breathing heavily. He looked up at the ceiling trying to
regain control of his own breathing.
He did not know how long the whole thing lasted.
"How you doing there, Eben?" the giant asked as he came to stand at Eben's
head. He had put on a Christmas-green robe with fur trimming.
"Oh, it's pretty good," Eben answered trying to get out from underneath
the woman. The man knelt down and spanked her buttocks firmly. She snapped
up and looked at the giant with playful anger seemingly prepared for
another go-around. The giant laughed heartily as he shared a distracting
kiss with her. Eben stood up and tied his robe shut.
The giant stood up.
"Thanks, Eben. I can handle one, maybe two of them, but not three. I ain't
got THAT much dick."
The giant laughed at his own joke for a full minute.
Eben nodded his head, pretty sure one of these three women was more than
he could handle.
Eben stuck his hand out to be shaken.
"The Spirit of Christmas Present?" he asked.
The giant wrapped his massive hand around Eben's, "Yep, that's me. Got a
present for me?"
The giant nearly collapsed in laughter again.
Eben could not help smiling. The man had life and the joy of it pouring
out of him infectiously.
"Well, I guess you know the story, right? The 'shithead that wasted his
life, woeth with me' ghost, past, present, and then hoodoo-voodoo future."
Eben nodded.
"Well, come on, let's go. I'm the nice one."
He moved towards the window but stopped to speak again.
"I'm not heart wrenching the way the others try to be. Overdramatic twits
if you ask me. Me and my sprites, we'd turn a man around in no time flat."
Eben thought about the people he knew.
"There's no Tiny Tim in my life so how are you going to get the whole
sympathy thing going?" he asked.
"Child, there's a Tiny Tim in everyone's life. They just don't pay enough
attention, like you haven't," the Spirit replied seriously.
The Spirit stuck his arm toward Eben.
"Grab my robe, and we can get this show on the road."
Eben shrugged and grabbed the robe. At his contact the room flowed and
solidified into a living room he had never been in.
"Wooh!" the giant exclaimed happily. "Now that's better than that window
flapping crap the Past Spirit does, right?"
"Roberta?" Eben asked the Spirit as he noticed his assistant, Roberta
Cratch, decorating a Christmas tree alongside a teenage boy and a younger
girl. There was an older woman that resembled Roberta sitting on a
loveseat near the tree pointing out uncovered spots.
"Tiff, why don't you come help us," Roberta said towards Eben and the
Spirit. Eben turned around to see a girl almost out of her teens looking
out the window.
"Tiny Tim?" he asked the Spirit without turning away from the girl.
"Yes, Eben."
Eben walked to get a better look at the girl. She was beautiful in the
same way her mother was attractive; raven hair, jade green eyes. Her
features declared that in her maturity she would be her mother's twin.
Eben knew that Roberta was only thirty-six so she must have given birth to
the girl in her teens.
"What's wrong with her?" he asked the Spirit continuing to admire her.
Eben had always found Roberta attractive but believed their work
relationship was too comfortable to put pressure on.
The girl stared out to the road. He moved so he could look into her eyes;
the only spark of life was deep inside her. He was sure it dimmed every
day.
"It was a mugging that went wrong," the Spirit said.
"What?"
"The mugger wasn't happy with the amount of money he scored. He thought
fun with Tiffany would be a good consolation prize. Her father would have
none of it and struggled for the gun. The shot drew enough people to save
Tiffany but her father died. She held him as the life poured out of him;
she was looking into his eyes."
Eben looked at Tiffany.
The darkness that was dimming the light was self-recrimination. No matter
how many people told her that her father would have done the same for any
of his children, Tiffany would not listen. He gave his life to prevent
that type of horror from touching his baby girl but she could never
understand that he would not have had it any other way.
Eben watched as Roberta walked over to the young woman. She sat next to
her and stroked her hair.
"Honey, Peter and Michelle would really love for you to help decorate the
tree. Why don't you come and join them?"
Tiffany turned to look at the two children still decorating the tree. Eben
saw the flash of need in her eyes before loss overwhelmed it and she shook
her head.
Roberta nodded sadly.
"Maybe later, baby?" she asked.
It was obvious to Eben she was trying to keep desperation out of her
voice. She lost a husband and was slowly losing a daughter. Roberta got up
and walked to a door to the left; opening it she stepped out of the room.
Eben and the older woman followed Roberta.
She was sitting down on one of the kitchen chairs with tears threatening
to escape. The older woman sat next to her.
"Baby, I know you don't want to, but we might have to. It's beginning to
affect the other children. Peter has been in two fights over Tiffany this
year."
"I know, mother, but I don't want to hospitalize her. She ought to be
starting college and not being institutionalized."
"We don't have a choice. She's going deeper into her depression, and we
can't stop her. Right now was the biggest reaction I've seen from her in
the last couple of months."
"But if we leave her, she won't have any reason to stop herself from going
down that path."
The older woman nodded and sat back. It was obvious to Eben this was an
argument they had gone over more than a few times. It was tougher on both
women because a part of them agreed with each other's arguments.
"So have you asked that Scrooge of a boss for a raise?" the older woman
asked with a wicked smile on her face. The change in subject surprised
Eben but he got the idea that Roberta's mother was trying to distract her
daughter.
"Mother!" Roberta said angrily. "He pays me more than enough. Eben Razz
pays all of his people very well."
"Bah. You're not just his assistant, dammit. By now, you can run that
place on your own."
"It really helped in my management classes."
"Bah, again."
"Come on, mom. He's a machine when it comes to business. I had more
experience than anyone in my classes. He just about wrote all of my case
studies while I was in school, all I had to do was watch him."
"Still for everything he has you doing, you should get more money and one
of those fancy titles."
"Mother," Roberta said in a tone voice that Eben recognized as the one he
used when a decision had been made and someone was still arguing. "You
know he pays me enough to take care of us and more."
"But you have that fancy paper. You could get better."
"Better for my ego, but not for my family. Maybe someday I'll tell him
about my 'fancy piece of paper' and see if he gives me a different
position, but only after the kids are taken care of, mom."
"But..." the old woman began
"Mother!" Roberta said angrily. "I get paid much more than the entry-level
management. We cannot afford the pay cut. Michael's insurance paid off the
house and will handle most of the kids' college education. As long as my
family needs this check, I will not rock Eben's boat."
The older woman nodded.
Roberta looked around the room for a minute.
"Can you take care of the kids for a bit? I need to lie down."
The older woman nodded again and walked into the living room. Roberta
waited a few minutes and then walked into the living room also.
"Come on," the Spirit told Eben.
"What?"
"Come on!" the Spirit repeated anxiously following Roberta through the
living room, up the steps and into her bedroom.
"What are we doing?" Eben asked as he trailed behind them.
"You need to see this," the Spirit replied. "So do I."
Roberta closed the door, but the Spirit and Eben walked through it.
She sat down on the bed for a few minutes staring at the wall across from
her bed.
"What am I supposed to see?"
"She's got a lot of nervous energy built up," the Spirit said. "The kids
are about to drop but her energy is different. She's stressed and hasn't
been with a man since her husband's death."
"This is about to get perverted," Eben said quietly.
"No, Eben. It's about to get human."
The Spirit shook his head at Eben before continuing, "Some people have
needed you for years. This is one of them."
"You want me to sleep with her!?!" Eben exclaimed surprised.
"Yes. No. That's up to both of you, but she needed a friend. You could
have been a lot to each other if you had let her. Maybe not for sex but
you could have been there for her."
"Fuck!" Eben said realizing that Roberta had worked years for him and he
had not learned about her 'fancy piece of paper'. He had sent his
condolences to her husband's funeral and let her take as much time off as
she needed but never offered her a kind word about her tragedy.
She stood up and walked over to the mirror and started to strip.
"Shit!" Eben said as his eyes became glued to her. He walked over to get a
better view, forgetting that he had argued against being in the room.
She took off her clothes and admired her body. Eben did a lot of admiring
of his own.
Her body was mature and womanly. The slight sag in her breasts made them
seem fuller, her wide hips looked like a comfortable resting place. The
stress of her life kept her thin but could not hide the gentleness of her
curves.
She made a decision as she cupped her breasts. She moved to her bed and
lay down.
"She's not going to!" Eben said as he followed.
He felt himself get hard. The Spirits must have been doing something to
him because he had already cum four times in the span of several hours.
Roberta spread her legs a comfortable amount but did not begin at their
juncture. Eben studied her idea of good sexual action just in case he
needed the information later. She ran small circles around her nipples,
not quite coming into contact with their tips. Eben felt a shiver run down
his spine from the base of his neck.
She ran fingertips along her stomach, and down her legs as far as she
could reach. She played with her pubic hair.
"Man, she's needed a man for a long time," the Spirit said clinically as
he came to stand by Eben.
"This was a mistake," Eben whispered mesmerized by Roberta as she reached
between her legs after one long sweep of her hands through all the skin
she could touch.
"What was a mistake?" the Spirit said smiling.
"Me and her not. Huge mistake," Eben admitted as Roberta made contact with
her clitoris with the pad of one finger. Her hips' reaction to the contact
was paralleled by a pulsing in Eben's penis.
The contact also ended Roberta's playfulness. The self-foreplay barely
lasted a couple of minutes. Eben figured Roberta was the get-right to the
fucking type of woman. She rubbed her clit in small circles, every now and
then changing the direction her fingers moved in.
"She knows what she wants, doesn't she?" Eben whispered.
"You hired her for that very reason, didn't you? You pay her well for that
'efficiency'."
The pressure must have been immense because after only a few minutes
Robert's hand motions became a straight up and down movement rubbing her
clit as her hips came off the bed to grind at her hand.
Eben's dick got even harder.
Roberta grabbed a pillow and bit into it to stop from yelling as the wave
of orgasmic pleasure broke on her body. She kept rubbing through it trying
to maintain it. Eben felt his hands itch with the need to keep her on the
orgasmic high. Finally, her hips dropped onto the bed and she let the
pillow go. She slowly drifted into sleep.
Eben approached her and knelt on the bed. He put his mouth above her
bellybutton and tried to put his lips on her skin. She shivered in her
sleep but did not waken. He moved his face downwards and took a deep
breath above her pubic hair.
She smelled like sweet musk.
"Dammit!" Eben said looking at the Spirit.
"Hey, you're the idiot. I would have been waiting at her door after the
mourning period. You could've been in her bed the last two years instead
of paying for it. This woman would have treated you right, not that Asa
doesn't, mind you."
Eben nodded accepting the truth of it as he looked down at Roberta. He
smiled as she hugged the pillow tighter.
The Spirit dragged Eben to the door.
"Come on, it's time for our next visit."
"Brenda?" Eben asked looking back at the peaceful shape of Roberta.
"Not quite yet," The Spirit said. "Grab my robe!"
Eben did as commanded and again found himself in a room he did not
recognize.
He recognized the woman sitting in front of the fireplace though. Asa had
a glass of wine in her hand and tears in her eyes as she stared into the
fire.
"Uh, excuse me but she's a paid escort," Eben said looking at the Spirit
wondering why they were there.
"Uh, excuse me, she's only YOUR paid escort," the Spirit replied.
The giant stretched out his arm and ran the sleeve over Eben's head.
Eben was swarmed under Asa's need for more with him and her sad acceptance
that his whore was all she would ever be. Eben could feel her emotions and
her voice invaded his mind.
Eben stood under the onslaught. He held back the emotion pressure and
looked for what it was that made the Spirit bring him here. He turned to
the giant angrily when he absorbed all the knowledge he needed.
"How the fuck was I supposed to know Marle did this?" he asked gesturing
at Asa.
"You did not have to know what Marle did," the Spirit said looking at Asa
sadly. "We expect you to see the people around you, Eben. You used her
like a whore even though a part of you KNEW she was only yours. You can
hide behind whatever you want to but you did the same to Sylvia. If you
had ever asked Asa, she would have told you the truth."
The Spirit moved beside Asa. He kissed her forehead and for a moment she
looked up at him as if she could see him. She smiled and Eben recognized
it from when Sylvia had walked away.
Lost.
Knowing what they needed but not able to get Eben to give it to them.
"You have been a sore disappointment in the life of your women, my
friend," the Spirit said putting his arm up for Eben to grab the robe.
Eben looked away as he touched the cloth.
He felt the transition and this time Eben recognized Brenda's living room.
Her house was large enough for a woman or even ten. Eben was generous in
making sure she had everything she wanted.
Except him, he admitted finally.
There was an intimate party going on. He did not recognize most of the
people though. He did see Brenda's two best friends and her most recent
fling. They were all sitting around the sofa talking.
"So Brenda," one of the males Eben did not recognize asked, "you ever
going to give one of us guys a chance with you?"
Brenda's best friends laughed. It was obviously a joke as the man had his
arm around another man. The other man acted jealous for a second but
smiled. Brenda's fling did not react well to the joke. The malicious look
in the questioner's eyes said he had asked the question in an attempt to
score of the blonde dip's head.
Obviously, Eben was not the only one present that did not like the blonde.
It would have been fine if she had just been unintelligent but she carried
a grudge against the rest of the world. Eben did not understand how Brenda
got along with her, never mind have sex with her.
Brenda smiled and nodded her head at the questioner. She did not look
angry at the question or that it was meant to needle her lover. Eben saw
his coldness in her eyes.
He blinked in surprise and looked at the Spirit.
"You helped raise her, Eben. A lot of you rubbed into her, not as much as
she wanted to, though."
The Spirit looked at Eben and laughed at his expense.
"She finds the blonde attractive but understands her cruelty. It won't
last the night, not a good idea to test Brenda on the anniversary of her
best memories and her worst," the Spirit finished.
"I already gave my heart away, Sean. You know that. I have to be
absolutely sure he's not a factor before I try another... man."
Everyone in the room laughed.
"Why do you pine over him? He's your brother. That's disgusting!" the
blonde spit out.
Several people turned toward Brenda with fascination in their eyes.
"He's not my brother."
"What is he, then?" one of the other men asked as people got closer.
"His mom and my dad were very close in college. I don't think they were
lovers so much as the best of friends. Eben's parents died in a car
accident so my dad and mom took him in. It was an agreement between the
families. Social services tried to get involved because Eben had other
family but my dad won the custody suit. Eben was five when his parents
died, later that year I was born. He was never adopted so my mom and dad
were only his legal guardians."
"They didn't want to adopt him?" one of the women asked disapprovingly.
"They asked him A LOT, but you haven't met Eben, Melissa. I know what you
like in a man so you'll be impressed if you do and then realize he was the
same way as a boy. He's probably nicer now or at least more civilized. He
always said no to my mom and dad. They respected how he chose to honor his
parents."
She looked at her lover with anger in her eyes, "So he's not my brother,
by blood or legally."
"You were raised with him," the blonde retorted.
Brenda laughed.
"No, he helped raise me, but we weren't raised together. I guess the death
of his parents matured him quickly. I know that when mom and dad died it
had that effect on me. "
"That doesn't say why he's the ONE," Melissa asked.
"You have a big brother, right Mel?"
Melissa nodded.
"When I was six years old, I followed Eben around like I was attached to
him by a leash. He never said anything about it. If his friends wouldn't
play with him because Eben didn't want me left out, he walked away and
played with just me."
"Oh Shit! She's gone," Michael's male friend said. "She's been in love
with him since she could remember if he was like that."
"He won't do anything with you?" Melissa asked.
"No, damn him!" Brenda said angrily.
"You're not still a..." Michael asked.
"Nope," Brenda said blushing.
"But wait, you won't let another man touch you, and Eben won't have
anything to do with you. Did you fuck some random guy on a drunk night?"
Melissa asked curiously.
"I said he wouldn't have anything to do with me. I didn't say it was
always like that," Brenda said triumphantly.
"YOU DID NOT!!!" Melissa said as her eyes widened.
Brenda's lover sniffed, stood up and stomped to the kitchen.
"Damn right, I did! Seduced him this beautiful white Christmas Eve."
"On Christmas?! Now, that's a Christmas gift," Michael said.
"Shut up, Michael! So what happened afterwards?" Melissa asked.
"I don't know. I fell asleep in his arms but when I woke up he was gone.
He went back to school and I didn't see him again until next Christmas. My
parents knew something had happened between us but they did not push
either of us. I tried to talk to him but he always cut me off as soon as I
started talking about us. My parents were murdered a couple of years later
and I needed him too much to ask for more," Brenda said as she looked off
into space.
"And now?" Melissa asked.
"I'm trying to get through to him. Every now and then I can see I'm almost
there but then I lose him," she said sadly.
Melissa walked over to sit next to her; she took Brenda's hand in her own.
Both women smiled at each other leaving all the rest of the people in the
room out of their communion.
"Come on, Eben. It's time to go," the Spirit whispered.
Eben nodded as he turned from the two women. He looked at the Spirit and
thought about for a moment.
"Are we done?" he asked.
"Unless you can think of something else," the Spirit said looking at Eben
curiously.
"Sylvia?" Eben asked quietly.
The Spirit shrugged his shoulders and nodded. He extended the edge of his
robe for Eben to grab. Eben did so almost reluctantly though he had asked
for this.
The room blurred for a moment and they were in a child's bedroom. Eben
looked around confused. There was a sleeping girl on the bed.
"This isn't what I..." he started to say but the door to the bedroom
opened and in walked a mature Sylvia. She was everything he remembered;
the long blonde hair, the eyes, and elegant beauty.
She walked over to look at the little girl. She leaned down and moved the
covers to make sure her daughter stayed warm through the night. She smiled
down at the child as she caressed an innocent cheek. A man walked into the
room. Sylvia looked up to smile at him. The child on the bed resembled the
man more than Sylvia, but had her mother's cheekbones.
The man hugged Sylvia from behind as she straightened away from the bed.
"Merry Christmas, baby," he whispered kissing her hair. Sylvia leaned back
against him in a practiced motion that had the touch of a heart at peace
while in its love's arms.
Eben nodded and turned to the Spirit.
"We can leave now," he said.
The Spirit extended his robe. The room blurred and Eben was alone in his
bedroom.
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