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From: Tom Dread <vidivenidpt@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} New Story:  Christmas Evie (Mf)
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Date: Thu, 24 Dec 2009 01:10:02 -0500
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Hi,

The only story code for this one is Mf, sort of.

Thanks and Happy Holidays,

Vidi Veni


      
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This is a very short seasonal story that I threw together rather than pay
attention during a continuing education seminar.  It's nothing special, but
there have been so few new stories posted as of late that I thought I would
toss it out there.

   Christmas Evie (Mf, sorta)

   By Vidi Veni

   Steering my truck with my knees, I played with the radio with one hand
while flicking the ash from my cigarette out the window with the other. 
All the DJ's wanted to talk about was the impending storm, which was
looking to be at least a Manitoba Mauler and could possibly end up as a
Saskatchewan Screamer.  The boiling black clouds on the northern horizon
seemed to smugly say that the forecasters were being ridiculously
optimistic.

   In anticipation of the foul weather, the vast emptiness of the
west-river side of South Dakota was even emptier than usual, as all the
ranchers had taken their precious cattle to cover.  They had good reason;
even the hardiest of cows had trouble enduring the extreme temperatures
that accompanied even a relatively weak Alberta Clipper.



   Snuffing out my smoke, I placed both hands on the wheel, struggling to
keep the shaking pickup truck on the road as the wind started to rise.  I
was a few miles from home when, through the rapidly dimming light, I saw a
slight figure walking along the road, staggering from the force of the
wind's attack.  I tried to recall if there had been a broken down vehicle
somewhere behind me, as that was the only way to explain a pedestrian in
this remote area.  I came up empty.

   There was no question of simply passing by.  Other than my house, the
closest ranch was miles away and this was not an evening to be walking
outside alone.  I brought the truck to a stop next to the unfortunate soul
and thumbed the button to lower the passenger side window.  My intent was
merely to ask if the person needed help or wanted me to call someone.

   To my great surprise, the tiny, heavily bundled figure opened the door
and unabashedly climbed in next to me.

   "Whew!" said a piping feminine voice.  "What took you so long, Greg?  I
was starting to think that I was going to freeze to death waiting for you
to get here."

   I gaped at the girl in astonishment.  While my name was indeed Greg, I
would have wagered everything I owned that I didn't know her.  The simple
fact of the matter was that I didn't know anyone in the area unless one
counted the passing acquaintance I had with the few ranchers to whom I
leased the bulk of my property for use as grazing land.  For the past few
years, I hadn't exactly been what you could call outgoing.

   Before I could say a word, she continued, "Well, step on it.  My father
will be coming to pick me up in a bit, so we don't have much time."

   "Uh, where do you want me to take you?" I asked numbly.

   She turned to face me.  All I could make out were her bright blue eyes
twinkling merrily at me from the depths of her hood.  "To your house, of
course."

   The situation was so surreal that the suggestion of taking a complete
stranger to my residence actually seemed rational.  With a grunt of assent,
I shifted the truck into gear and continued down the road.  Surely things
would start to make sense once I had my hands wrapped around a steaming-hot
cup of coffee.

   As soon as we started moving, she searched through the channels on the
radio until she found a station that was playing Christmas carols. 
Bouncing in her seat, she happily sang along.  Entranced by her lilting,
melodious voice, I remained silent.

   When we entered my split level, she moved through the first few rooms
like a whirlwind, peering at this and examining that.  There really wasn't
much to look at in my sparsely decorated abode.  When I had moved here
after the death of my wife of thirty years, most of our belongings went
into storage in the attic.  Too many of them spawned memories that were too
much of a grim reminder of just how much I had lost.

   As she skipped from place to place, she shed layer after layer of
clothing, tossing each item carelessly to the floor.  Bemused, I followed
after her, picking up the over-garments and folding each neatly over the
back of my couch.

   When the last of the bulky clothing had been discarded, leaving only a
bright green jumpsuit with red trim, the tiny figure of a young girl, maybe
ten years old at most, was revealed.  Shaking her long blond hair loose
from beneath a wool cap, she again turned to face me.

   The sight of her took my breath away.  She had an ethereal, otherworldly
beauty that is impossible to describe in words.  Beneath the bright blue
eyes was the tiniest button of a nose.  Her cheeks were bright red, and her
ears somehow managed to be both exceptionally large and dainty at the same
time.  Oddly enough, they also seemed to be slightly pointed.

   She stood and let me look for a moment, preening under my admiring gaze.
Finally, with a sad little pout, she broke my reverie by asking, "Not even
a Christmas tree, Greg?"

   "It's just me here, so I didn't see the point of going through the
effort of putting one up," I explained dazedly.  Taking a deep breath and
tearing my eyes from her, I tried to gain some measure of control over the
situation.  "Look young lady, you're welcome to weather out the storm here,
but I think you must have me confused with someone else.  If I had met you,
I certainly would remember..."

   Her eyes widened slightly as she hopped over to stand directly in front
of me.  Presenting her hand with a flourish, she interrupted, "I'm sorry.
How very rude of me not to introduce myself.  I'm Evie."

   Reflexively, I took her soft, warm hand in mine.  "Nice to meet you,
Evie.  Now, about..."

   Again she blithely interrupted me, "And this isn't a case of mistaken
identity.  I came here to see you."

   Not relinquishing my hand from her astonishingly strong grip, she led me
over to the couch and pushed me down onto it.  She immediately climbed onto
my lap facing me.  The feel of her slight body on top of mine was
delightful.  So long deprived of companionship, I could feel myself
responding against my will.

   "Uh, Evie," I protested, "this isn't a very good idea.  How about if you
let me up and I'll go make us some dinner?"

   "I'm not hungry.  Besides, as I said before, we don't have a whole lot
of time.  My father will be picking me up shortly."

   As if to belie her statement, the wind howled outside, pelting snow and
ice against the window.  Looking in that direction, I could see that the
snow was now falling so hard that I couldn't even make out my truck in the
driveway.

   "I hate to say it, Evie, but I don't think anyone will be driving
through this storm."

   "He'll be here," she replied confidently.  A cheeky grin spread across
her face as she switched subjects.  "I'm not intruding on any Christmas Eve
plans, am I?"

   Still off-balance, I gestured toward a well-thumbed Asimov novel on the
coffee table.  "Uh, no.  I was just planning on curling up on the couch
with a good book."

   She shook her head sadly.  "That's no way to spend Yule.  Let's see if I
can bring you some Christmas cheer," she said softly as she leaned down to
kiss me.  Her lips tasted of cinnamon.  Her tongue flicked against my lips,
seeking entry.  I granted the request eagerly.  Completely intoxicated by
everything about her, I have no idea how long that wonderful kiss went on.

   Finally, though, my conscience stopped merely nagging me and started
shouting, as consciences have a way of doing.  Although it was the hardest
thing I've ever done, I took her shoulders in my hands and pushed her
gently back.  She resisted for a moment before relenting.  Meeting my eyes,
she tilted her head to the side with an amused smile on her face.  A
perfect eyebrow rose in query.

   After taking a moment to catch my breath, I reached up to brush the
backs of my fingers over the incredibly soft skin of her cheek and
stammered, "Thank you, Evie.  You've made an old man very happy, but we
shouldn't be doing this.  You're so young..."

   She cut me off with a torrent of bubbling laughter.  Even her laugh was
perfect, having a musical quality that somehow made me think of sleigh
bells.  "You just turned fifty-three this past August, Greg.  That hardly
makes you an old man.  As for me, I'm ...  older than I look." For some
reason this statement brought on another bout of giggles.  When her mirth
faded, she continued, "A lot older.  Besides, I know you've always felt an
attraction toward young girls.  It's one of the reasons that I decided to
pay you a visit."

   My jaw fell open in shock at the sound of my deepest, darkest secret
being so casually announced.  It was something I had never admitted to
anyone, although I imagine that my wife must have suspected at times.

   Seeing my expression, she smiled gently and twined her fingers around
the back of my neck.  "Relax, Greg.  Your secret is safe with me.  You've
never acted on the feelings that cause you so much shame or hurt anyone in
your life.  My Christmas gift to you is to let you live your fantasy
without any fear of possible consequences."

   My hands fell to the sides in surrender as she pulled me relentlessly
forward until our lips touched again.  Her slight body squirmed deliciously
against mine as she kissed me passionately.  I brought my hands back up to
her shoulders and was shocked to find only warm bare skin as soft as the
finest of silks.  How had she managed to get her top off?

   Her fingers moved deftly up and down my body, undoing buttons, a buckle
and a zipper while mine traced down her back, encountering only smooth soft
skin the entire way to the plump, round globes of her butt.  It wasn't only
her top that had vanished as if by magic.

   Breathlessly, she pulled back, licking her lips hungrily.  I could now
see that her jumper had hidden small, perky breasts capped with enormous
nipples.  Feasting my eyes on the small but well shaped orbs, I mentally
upped my assessment of her age to at least twelve, continuing to dismiss
her statement that she was 'a lot older' as innocent exaggeration.  My gaze
moved lower and I saw that her hips flared only slightly.  Between her
legs, I could just make out the top of the slit of her puffy, hairless
mound.

   Wrapping her hands around my head she drew my mouth to her chest.  I
took one of the gumdrop sized nipples into my mouth, savoring the slightly
sweet, slightly salty taste of her skin.  She guided me gently back and
forth from breast to breast, whispering encouragements and cooing with
pleasure.

   Suddenly, she scrambled back out of my grasp and sank to the floor in
front of me, forcing herself between my knees.  Reaching forward, she
adeptly freed my throbbing erection from my pants.

   "Mmm, it's huge," she exclaimed happily.  "Much bigger than any of the
el ...  my father's workers."

   In my younger days, I had measured my stiffy, as most men do at some
point, and knew that I sported a solid six and a half inches.  Hardly huge,
but her comment still begged the question of just how many penises this
young girl had seen?

   Looking up, she must have seen the question in my eyes as she elaborated
slightly, "We tend to be a randy bunch."

   Leaning forward, she planted a sloppy kiss on the tip and then lighter,
fluttering ones up and down my shaft.  My eyes squeezing shut, I threw back
my head with a moan of pleasure.  I heard her musical giggle and then half
my length was engulfed in liquid heat.

   Forcing my eyes back open, I looked down to see her lips stretched wide
around my throbbing member.  Her head started to bob gently, sliding me in
and out of her mouth as her tongue caressed the ridge of my glans.

   It had been far too long since I had experienced such pleasure.  After
only a few minutes, I tried to warn her.  "Evie, you better stop ...  I'm
going to shoot ...," I panted.

   Her smiling eyes locked onto mine as she increased the speed of both her
bobbing head and wiggling tongue.  With a groan, I thrust up into her mouth
and erupted.  Applying light suction, she sped up even more.  When, with a
few final twitches, I settled back to the couch, she pulled her mouth free
and laved my cock with her tongue, cleaning up every last drop of my seed.

   Once she was satisfied with her efforts, she scrambled back up into my
lap.  I enfolded her in my arms and kissed her deeply in gratitude. 
Sensing her need, my hands slid down to cup her buttocks, holding her in
place as I stood.  Her tiny body was no burden at all as I carried her
rapidly to my bed, my lips still locked to hers.

   Laying her gently on the mattress, I quickly stripped.  She watched me
with a warm smile, her legs spread wide.  The swollen pink nubbin of her
clit was peeking out from its hood, and the thin, coral pink lips of her
sex were flowered slightly open.

   I reverently sank to my knees at the side of the bed and pulled her hips
to me.  As she cooed her approval, I planted butterfly kisses all over her
inner thighs before gently outlining her sex with my tongue.  She was far
sweeter than my wife, with just a hint of tartness.  The flavor was
familiar somehow ...  Sugar plums, a dim memory from my youth provided in
wonder; she tasted of sugar plums.

   Her soft, warm thighs pressed tight against the sides of my head as my
tongue delved deeper between those tiny labia, lapping up her delicious
essence.  Pulling back slightly, I swirled my tongue around the hood of her
delicate clitoris, trying to get a feel for how sensitive her little button
was.  Taking my cue from her deep, guttural moan, I took it between my lips
and sucked gently while teasing it with the tip of my tongue.  At the same
time, I slid my hands up her body to cup her breasts and roll her nipples
between my fingers.

   Only moments later, her feet drummed softly against my back as her hips
bucked violently up and down.  Thrusting my tongue as deep inside her as I
could, I reveled in the sensation of her contracting pussy essentially
gnawing on me.

   After her orgasm subsided, I gently kissed and nibbled the entire area
between her legs until she had recovered fully.  I then renewed my assault
with vigor.  She trembled her way through a number of orgasms before I felt
her hands take hold of the side of my head, pulling me up.  I allowed her
to guide me until her lips again met mine.  Her arms wrapped around my
shoulders and her legs around my hips to hold me tight as she kissed me
soundly.

   Fearing that my weight might be causing her some discomfort, I rolled us
over so that she was on top.  She kissed me for a few minutes more before
sliding slightly down my body.  She stopped when the head of my
reinvigorated cock nudged its way between the cheeks of her bottom.

   Reaching back, she took my shaft in hand and rubbed the head up and down
her furrow.  My eyes widened as I realized her intent.  I had surrendered
completely to her, but hurting her was the last thing I wanted to do.  She
was so tiny that I couldn't imagine that she would be able to take my cock
without pain.

   "Evie, there's no way ..."

   She looked up at me, a lustful smile on her lips.  "Shhh," she said
softly, "I want to feel this monster inside me."

   Without another word, she centered my cock on her entrance and pushed
back.  We both moaned as she smoothly impaled herself completely.  She was
incredibly, wonderfully tight, but she had taken all I had to give without
any sign of discomfort.  Laying the side of her face against my chest, she
began to roll her hips, working me in and out of her delightfully clasping
tube.

   Her arms gripping me tightly, she murmured, "You're so big.  I've never
felt so full, so stretched.  I love having you inside me."

   Through my intense pleasure, I managed to groan out in reply, "Oh, Evie,
you're so tight.  I can't believe you took the whole thing."

   I slid my hands down to cup and massage her churning buttocks before
reaching slightly farther to explore the point of our union.  Her labia
were stretched obscenely wide around my girth, clinging to my shaft on each
outward stroke only to vanish inside her when she reversed direction.  I
couldn't get over how wet she was; little rivulets of her juices were
running down the length of my cock to soak my pubic hair.

   Gasping and panting she turned her head and moaned into my chest as she
came again.  Her insides quivered around me like ...  well, like a bowlful
of hot jelly.  The sensation was incredible, but, having cum in her mouth
only a short time before, I wasn't anywhere close to reaching another
climax.

   Hugging her tightly to me, I again rolled us over.  Propping myself up
on my arms to keep my weight off of her, I drove into her forcefully,
plunging my entire length into her sweet pussy again and again.  With her
eyes half closed in pleasure and her jaw hanging slackly open, she gazed up
at me adoringly as her orgasm went on and on.

   I was approaching climax when she pushed at my chest.  "I want to try
something," she whispered.

   The moment I pulled out of her, she crawled out from beneath me. 
Rolling over onto her stomach, she raised her bottom up into the air and
wiggled it from side to side.

   "Hurry up," she said cajolingly.  "I miss having you inside me already."

   I drew myself up to my knees, but had to pause there for a moment to
admire the lovely view.  The plump mounds of her sex were bright pink with
arousal and were shiny and glistening with her juices.  Her well-stretched
labia were gaping open, allowing me to see deep into her quivering, bright
pink center.  The muscles of the small but shapely globes of her bottom
alternately flexed and relaxed with her wiggling.

   With a small moan, she reached back and spread her pussy lips wide in
invitation.  "Hurry!" she repeated.

   Easing up behind her, I placed my knees outside her calves and spread my
legs almost painfully wide to lower myself to the proper level.  With a
groan, I again thrust my cock deep inside her.  She immediately went into a
frenzy, her hips rolling up and down and from side to side as she ground
her buttocks back into my loins.  Shivers ran up my spine as my entire
length was massaged by the quivering, churning walls of her tiny pussy.

   Wrapping my hands around her waist, I began to drive into her from
behind, my lower stomach slapping lightly against her upthrust bottom with
each thrust.  Beneath our heaving hips, I could feel my balls slapping
against the fingers that she was using to caress her pleasure button.

   Moaning continuously in orgasm, she sank lower and lower onto the
mattress until only her bottom was raised.  Unrelenting, I followed her
down until I was again lying atop her.

   "Cum inside me.  I want you to fill me with your sweet, sweet seed," she
murmured softly between moans.

   With a final few thrusts, I obliged, my cock erupting as deep inside her
as I could get it.

   "Yesss!" she hissed.  "I can feel you cumming!  It's so warm!  So good!"


   Once my climax had faded, I rolled off of her and gathered her into my
arms.  She came eagerly, raining kisses down upon my face and neck.  We
cuddled until I fell into a deep, exhausted sleep.

   It was still dark outside when I was awakened by a clatter.  Half
asleep, I reached out and found that I was alone.  Outside the wind still
howled in fury as it whipped around my house.  Wrapping a blanket around
myself, I walked from room to room looking for Evie, but she was nowhere to
be found.  In the living room, I noticed a piece of paper on the hearth of
the fireplace, right next to a small but beautifully decorated Christmas
tree.

   As I picked up the note, I realized it wasn't written on paper but on a
cream colored parchment.  In elegant handwriting that put the finest
calligraphy to shame, it read:

   Merry Christmas, Greg!

   Sorry I didn't have a chance to say goodbye properly, but my father came
to get me, just like I said he would, and he's on a very tight schedule.  I
had a better time tonight than I have since I partied with Magellan and his
boys just before they set sail.  With our off-season coming up, I may just
use a few months of my decades of accrued vacation time to come for a
longer visit.  You're every bit as naughty and as nice as dad's list said
you would be!

   In the meantime, there's one thing I want you to keep in mind: whether
you call it Yule, Winter Solstice, the Feast of the Son of Isis, or
Christmas, this time of year is a celebration of love and joy.  I know that
you're hurting from your loss and think that these things are forever gone
from your life, but they're all around you.  All you have to do is open
your heart.

   Your wife was a wonderful woman, and she never would have wanted her
passing to cause you to cut off all contact with the outside world and move
to a place that makes my homeland look downright cheery.  Don't be afraid
to face her memory.  Embrace it!  Honor it!  You have to make peace with
yourself before you can learn to love again.

   So, get out there!  Live!  Love!  Be Happy!  I'll see you soon.

   Love,

   Evie Claus.



   Grabbing a flashlight and wrapping the blanket even more tightly around
myself, I rushed out into the yard.  Blinking my eyes against the driving
snow, I turned the light back toward my house.  I could still make out the
divots caused by a small herd of deer and the deep tracks of the sled they
had pulled across my roof.

   I stared until the wind had erased all sign of the sleigh's passage and
then, shivering from the biting cold, made my way back inside.  After
starting a pot of coffee brewing and putting Christmas music on the stereo,
I went to look for the hooked pole used for pulling down the stairs to the
attic.  I had a lot of unpacking to do.



   If you have any comments, questions or the like, feel free to drop me a
line at vidivenidpt@yahoo.com




   

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