Christmas Spirit Seduction (2 page)

“She still doesn’t believe.” The new voice from the third fellow, who I assumed would call himself the Ghost of Christmas Future, proclaimed. He flung his hood back and revealed short, platinum hair that spiked in spots. His eyes were the freakiest of all, as they were just unadorned white.

“Doesn’t believe what? That you guys are seriously whacked? I’d say I got that point quite clearly. Those are some freaky contacts by the way. But seriously, can we hurry this prank up? I’m getting cold over here.”

“Not as chilly as your future. Behold.”

Suddenly, I wasn’t in my bedroom anymore.

People caught in stressful situations talk about their life flashing before their eyes. Me, I saw the future.

Did I forget to mention it bit the big one?

There was no doubting who the figure huddled in the chair was, in a nursing home of all places. I sat alone in my own little corner, scowling at everyone. How unattractive.

Around my ignored, grizzled, and gray form, others in my age group hugged and yakked away with younger version of themselves while children laughed and played. Families come to visit their elders for the holidays, or so I assumed, judging by the ridiculous amount of garlands and Christmas lights strung up around the place.

“Behold your future if you do not change today,” whispered a silky voice in my disembodied ear.

“I get put in a home. Happens to a lot of people.”

“See what happens that night.”

I didn’t want to, didn’t want to see what made his voice ring with that ominous tone. I couldn’t close my eyes though and was forced to watch my older self stare into a mirror, moisture leaking down my aged cheeks.

“I’m crying?” Surprise made my query lilt. Since when did I cry? And what the fuck was I doing now?

Future me opened a bottle of pills and began gulping them as if I was starved and they were candy. That didn’t bode well. “I kill myself? Why?” I’d not seen anything to really merit death, other than a bad taste in comforters. Flowers and plaid should not mix.

“Your loneliness finally gets to you. You spend your whole life trying and discarding men until one day you’re too old and cynical to bother anymore.”

“You tell yourself you don’t care,” whispered another voice.

“But loneliness eats you up.”

“So what you’re telling me is I never meet Mr. Right? Is this why you’re here, to point him out? I’m good with that.” It wasn’t that I didn’t want love; I did. But none of the men I thought I cared for lasted. None of them could fulfill my needs, and eventually, they got discarded as I went searching for the thing that would fill up that empty hole inside me—and between my legs.

“There is no one man meant for you.”

“No human capable of giving you what you need.”

“What you crave.”

“Then why the fuck show me this?” I snapped. “Trying to speed up the process? Well, I’ve got news for you. I love life, so you can forget me offing myself.”

“We want to prevent your death.”

“Halt your loneliness.”

“Let us show you what you need. What’s been missing.”

I still didn’t understand, even when their three mouths suddenly landed on various parts of me, caressing my bare skin with their whispery touch. And then I didn’t care, as my body ignited under their expert caresses, moisture flooding my sex, my nipples tightening and begging for their touch.

I’d experimented once with a threesome, a female and a male at the same time. It did nothing for me. Sharing a guy’s attention with another woman was worse than having a man all to myself.

But now, touched, kissed, and licked by three men intent on my pleasure… Oh my, I ignited like dry timber before a match.

Straining at my bonds, I silently cursed because I longed to run my fingers through the hair of the ghost, man, whatever you wanted to call him who sucked at one of my erect peaks, his cool mouth tugging with a wild abandon that I loved.

With my legs tied, I could not lock onto the body between my legs that enticed me with butterfly kisses on the inside of my thighs, teasing my flesh, blowing frosty air onto my sex.

I could, however, suck the tongue of the one who kissed my mouth. Latch onto his thrusting tongue and slide my own around it.

Pleasure built within me, coiling and turning, until I wanted to scream with the joy of it. As if sensing how close I came to the brink, they withdrew, and I cried out.

“Don’t stop,” I panted to the sound of their husky laughter. Opening my eyes, I saw them shedding their robes, revealing lean and muscular torsos, and, even better, long, jutting cocks.

“Give it to me.” I didn’t mind begging, not when they appeared willing to appease the hunger inside me.

The ghost of the past smiled as he wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking it and making me salivate.

“So eager to finish. A bad trait of yours that I’ve noticed in your past. Some things should be savored, denied to make them all the sweeter so that the memory is almost as pleasurable as the act.”

I growled. He laughed and didn’t give me his erect dick, so I turned pleading eyes to the ghost of the present with his wicked green eyes.

“I live for today,” he said before he slapped his shaft on my leg. “But that means I make the most of every moment because I can’t relive the past and can never predict the future.”

“So is that a yes or no to the cock sucking?” I demanded.

He chuckled as he knelt on the bed, his throbbing erection close but not enough for me to latch my lips around the tempting tip.

“Patience. Allow yourself to enjoy the moment.”

I didn’t dignify that with an answer, especially since I didn’t think they’d like it. Screw patience. All I wanted to scream was “fuck me now.”

Given the first two wouldn’t give me what I so blatantly needed, I turned my attention instead to the ghost of the future, who regarded the proceedings with his freaky set of peepers.

Unlike the other two, his prick curved nicely at the tip, and I wondered how it would feel butting up inside me. Delicious I’d bet.

“And what does my future look like?” I asked.

“Climatic,” he replied with a teasing grin. In a blur of movement, he went from teasing me with his hand on his cock to between my legs, his mouth latched onto my pussy, sucking.

I yelled and bucked under his sudden onslaught then came hard as his tongue expertly flicked my clit, releasing some of the pressure in me.

But the fun didn’t stop there.

Panting harshly, my mouth agape, I found my lips nudged apart to make room for the cock that decided it finally needed some sucking. And then, I don’t how they managed it—I guess their ghostly bodies aided them a bit—but a shaft slid itself between the valley of my tits.

Talk about an orgy of dick that increased again when the third cock found its rightful spot in my pussy.

My sex, still trembling from my orgasm, squeezed tight around the cold, almost marble-like dick inside me, a curved prick that thrust in and out, hitting my G-spot with each stroke.

I would have grunted or moaned my encouragement, but I had my mouth pretty full, and I did my best to suction the pumping cock that, while long and thrusting deep, somehow never managed to gag me. The beauty of a ghostly prick I guessed.

With two of my holes taken care of so pleasurably, I could almost forget the one between my tits. As if sensing that, fingers tweaked my nipples, pinching them hard so that I arched, or tried to. Pinned by three ghostly bodies, I didn’t move far.

The cock thrusting into me quickened its pace, slamming into my body with fleshy smacks that made me grunt around the shaft in my mouth. Hands grasped my buttocks and tilted me, allowing the penetrating dick to sink into me even deeper, finding my G-spot and banging it.

I screamed as I came that second time, my whole body jerking as a tidal wave of pleasure rolled through me, squeezing the pumping prick.

I felt great, better than great, and I would have said so too, except it seemed they weren’t done.

Gagged still with a cock, I only vaguely noticed when my arms and legs were freed. Not that it did much for me because I found myself at the mercy of three pairs of hands that flipped me onto my stomach and then pulled on me until I got on my knees, my ass thrust back.

“Are you going to tag team me?” I gasped, more in excitement than fear as I felt more than saw them jostling for position behind me.

“Not quite. Why take turns when we can take you all at once?”

It occurred to me to wonder how they thought they’d manage that, but the next thing I knew a body lay under mine in a sixty-nine position that put a cock in front of my face. I’d always loved this number, so I dove on the offering with relish, inhaling the length of it down my throat.

I only grunted a little when a cock slid between my moist nether lips. Exposed as I was, it seemed only natural one of them would take advantage of my soaking and hungry pussy.

What I didn’t expect was the cold liquid that dripped down my ass crack or the finger that followed it, rubbing the oil into my virgin rosette.

That had me stiffening. I had a thing with my ass. Things came out of it, not in it.

I reared up to tell them so, but a firm hand pushed me back down, forcing the cock below me too deep for me to even mumble in protest.

I tensed up as one finger probed my tight hole and someone chuckled.

“And this is why you’ve never found what you searched for in the past.”

“This is why your present is not your future.”

“And this,” grunted the third voice as he worked his finger past the knuckle into my ass, “is why I love my job.”

The digit in my butt didn’t exactly please. It felt tight, and strange, and then incredible as finally the fellow under me put his tongue to use, rubbing it across my clit. It shocked me that he would lick me so intimately while his friend fucked my sex. It also excited me.

It seemed so taboo to have someone thrusting into me while a tongue flicked my nub. Incredible didn’t even begin to describe the pleasurable feeling of it.

The cock in my pussy stroked me harder, flinging all thoughts but my approaching climax to the side. I’d almost forgotten the finger sliding with ease in my ass until suddenly a second digit shoved its way in, pumping in time to the dick.

The tightness returned as the fingers stretched my ring, but despite the newness, oddly enough, I enjoyed it.

They built my pleasure back up with licks and strokes, igniting my body until I slammed myself back against the fingers and cock that penetrated me.

I should have known they weren’t done. The pressure in my ass eased as the fingers withdrew, but I didn’t have time to mourn their loss because something a little wider and fuller took their place, pushing at my taut ring—the head of a cock popping into me. I gasped as I found myself dually penetrated, and for a moment, sanity made me wonder how they managed it.

As if they read my thoughts, I heard a whispered, “Look to the side and see.”

The prick in my mouth popped free as I turned my head and beheld a misty mirror hanging beside my bed. Under regular circumstances, I would have found it fascinating, but it was what it showed in its depths that truly blew my mind.

There I knelt, tits bobbing, ass thrust up and my body flushed with passion. But what made my jaw drop was the scene between my legs.

While Future gripped my cheeks and spread them, his cock buried to the hilt in my pussy, Past hovered above my ass, his dick disappearing into my crevice. Even more fucked up, because of the lack of room for them both, their bodies somehow blurred together, allowing them to both occupy the same space at once.

How freaking awesome. Not that they let me enjoy the visual pleasure of it for long. A slap on my ass preceded their command of “Suck!”

More eager than ever, I turned back to the throbbing shaft under my chin and inhaled it into my wet orifice, sucking with renewed vigor. Like the sharp crack of a pistol that announces the start to a race, the cocks in my holes began to move.

I think I clamped down a bit hard on the dick in my mouth. I know my whole body tightened. But instead of exclamations of pain, I got sighs of pleasure.

Before I had time to adjust to the invasion of my ass, the shaft penetrating my butt began to move in opposite cadence to the shaft in my sex. Mix in a tongue lapping at my clit, and oh yeah, I came hard a third fucking time.

But that didn’t stop them. No, they pounded me even as my muscles quivered and trembled around them. They alternated their strokes in and out until I couldn’t remember my name. They fucked me, their cold cocks taking me in the three holes I owned, took them and claimed them as their own. Then they started to come, and I would have bet anything on the order—Past, Present, and Future. Not that I really cared because I was coming again while trying to swallow a jet of cream that tasted of chilled peaches of all things.

They finally let me collapse in a heap on the bed, panting, sated, and kind of dazed.

“Can I say wow?” I finally managed to huff.

A hand stroked my hip, and an amused voice said, “Only wow? I suppose it’s better than some of your past after-coitus words. ‘Get out,’ for example.”