Picture Imperfect Christmas Ch. 03
I learn, during supper, that it seems that there is one Hiram who is the only independent witness that Ashley was in the photography studio. Hiram is black and could I . . .?
After supper, I phone the Reverend. It seems that Hiram is unemployed and in some kind of relatively minor trouble with the police. Thanks to the donations, Hiram’s family won’t go hungry this Christmas. I tell the Reverend that some white folks have work for Hiram and that the donations can be used elsewhere.
Ashley writes me a check and I then drive down to dark town and talk with Hiram. I tell ol’ Hiram I have come to talk about his hallucinations. He is hallucinating that his kids will not have a real Christmas. He is also hallucinating that he saw Ashley at the photography studio. If he will stop hallucinating, everything will be right.
Hiram and I take my car down to the office of a fine white lawyer. Hiram dictates a statement with no hallucinations. The white lawyer gent-a-mon then calls the Chief of Police at home. The lawyer and the Chief have a little conversation about the legal problem Hiram had, past tense. We then stop by the mall and obtain several nice presents for Hiram’s children and a nice bottle of perfume for his wife. I tell Hiram he can sneak the presents in the back way while I deliver the Christmas dinner to his wife at the front door.
Later with my mission accomplished, I return to an ecstatic Ashley.
Ashley has had a call from her lawyer. No matter what William says, it will not work with Hiram’s testimony against him.
I point out that a little paid work thrown Hiram’s way will insure no problems on that front.
Ashley says that I am a hero and that there will be a couple of more ladies coming by tomorrow to thank me.
I politely ask if they will be wearing the same type of dress that Ashley is now wearing?
Ashley smiles and asks if I like her dress.
I tell her that I like the dress very much. I tell her that it shows a lady who is a free spirit and ready for life’s adventures. Ashley just smiles knowingly.
We then clear off the supper table and Ashley throws the dishes in her dishwasher. In the process she shows me that she is just wearing a tiny pair of thong panties under the dress and no bra.
When we are finished, Ashley asks what I want to do?
I move into her and put my hands on her hips. I tell her that tomorrow promises to be a long day and that perhaps we should get ready for bed.
She asks if I want her to make up the spare bedroom?
I tell her that I don’t want to put her to any trouble, is there a bedroom already made up?
Well, yes there is. However, I will have to share.
We go into Ashley’s bedroom. It is furnished with the very best of everything. Plush does not begin to describe it.
Ashley immediately strips off her dress and struts in front of me in just a tiny thong panty.
She asks me if I am going to need pajamas?
I grab her, lay her on the bed and strip off the thong panties. I then strip off my clothes and join Ashley on the bed.
I do not immediately enter her, but instead pay some attention to Ashley’s tits. I want to tell her how good they are, but I have been taught not to talk with my mouth full.
Ashley likes having her tits sucked, licked and even bit a little. Her moans tell me that and her wet pussy tells me even more.
Ashley begins to moan ‘Fuck me! Fuck me!’
I mount Ashley, with her legs over my shoulders and slide into her hot, wet pussy.
Ashley is as hot a fuck as I have ever had. She knows how to use her internal muscles to incredible effect. I use all of the tricks on Ashley and she uses a whole bunch of tricks right back. I am inside Ashley the full length of my rather long cock on each stroke and every millimeter of my cock is feeling the friction! I am getting more action in one stroke than many of the complete fucks I have had in the past.
I want to dominate Ashley and get her into multiple orgasm. However, when Ashley decides to orgasm, her reaction is so strong it pulls me along and I then roll off her and we collapse into sleep.
In the morning I reach for Ashley but she eludes me and retreats to the bathroom, telling me that I have two ladies visiting today and just save it for them.
I try to tell her I need to warm up first, but you know how white ladies are and it gets me nowhere.
We have breakfast together, with Ashley wearing a bathrobe that actually covers most of the interesting parts.
She tells me that, since it is Christmas eve, the ladies will not be able to stay long.
I tell Ashley that I hate it when they fuck and run.
Ashley tells me that she knows, but she also knows I love it when they fuck!
Eleanor is the first visitor we have. Despite the fact that it is nippy outside, Eleanor is wearing just a coat and high heels.
Eleanor hands off the plate of cookies that are her supposed reason for the visit and drags me into the guest bedroom. She throws off her coat and kicks off her shoes and eyes me asking, “Well?”
I feel like I am being raped, but I can cope! I strip off and tell her that she is a bad girl and way overanxious. I also tell her that I am going to show her what a black man does to overanxious girls.
I do not detect any fear in Eleanor, even when I put her legs over my shoulders. When I enter her, she says, “Omigod!” When I start to stroke she wants it harder and faster.
What I do is to use my free hands to work on her hard little nipples. Eleanor finds that she has no real defense against the deep penetration of my cock and the massaging of her nipples. She tries to ease things by climaxing like a firecracker with a howl that rattles the windows. However, there is to be no rest for the wicked. I continue stroking relentlessly, even when I sort of peripherally detect that Ashley has peered in to see what in the hell we are doing.
Eleanor quickly gets to the point where she is climaxing on each stroke and she is exhausted, but still loving it! When I detect that she is really used up, I allow myself to cum in the Naturalamb condom I use for these social occasions.
I go into the bathroom and, when I return, I find Ashley bending over a used up Eleanor. She has me help carry Eleanor into the bathroom and support her while Ashley gets the shower going. By then Eleanor is recovered enough to stagger into the shower under her own power.
Later, Ashley revives Eleanor with a cup of coffee laced with a healthy dose of brandy. Eleanor finally staggers out to her car.
It cannot be ten minutes later when Linda struts in.
Linda is wearing a coat against the chill and has also armored herself against the cold with a nightie under the coat. The nightie does not provide any protection for either her tits or her pussy but it does provide me a little heat.
Linda hands off yet another plate of cookies that are her supposed reason for the visit and drags me into the guest bedroom. She lets her coat slide off her shoulders and poses for me.
She asks, “Do you like it?”
I am not sure if she is referencing the nightie or the tits and pussy display. However, I tell her, “Extremely!”
Apparently Linda feels that I am a bit slow to respond and she leads me over to the bed and kneels in front of me and begins to suck on my cock. I get a raging hard on in a very short time and Linda spits out my cock and leaps on the bed saying, “Show me what it’s like, big boy!”
I feel that Linda needs the same type of lesson I furnished Eleanor. Thus I use the legs over shoulder position and shove my big cock into yet another hot, wet white pussy. I again use my free hands to work on Linda’s nipples. Linda has even better use of her internal muscles than Ashley. Thus, my deep penetration is very rewarding. Linda writhes in ecstasy at the massaging of her nipples, without any letup in the internal muscles gripping my cock.
It becomes clear that Linda does not want to just be fucked, she wants to be raped. I give it my very best effort and she gives it her very best effort. The way she moans is like some sort of prehistoric hominid and the sound raises my level of excitement to the point where all I am aware of is Linda and my cock.
I cannot believe the sheer demand of the lady to be fucked into total submission. I am getting very close to climaxing and I cannot last much longer. This time it seems to be my need that draws Linda into a joint orgasm. The orgasm is a shattering one, yet her internal muscles milk me of my cum as I fill the Naturalamb condom with a mighty load. I then dismount.
Linda cuddles to me and tells me that it is the hottest fuck she has ever had from just one man. She also asks me if all black men have a cock the same as mine.
I tell her that, alas, black cock is not a fungible resource and, if she wants more of what she just got, she gonna’ have to come back for seconds.
Into the middle of our post coital bliss intrudes the voice of Ashley.
It appears that we are all due at the Children’s Santa Claus Procession in a fairly short time.
I go and shower in Ashley’s bathroom and then am directed to fetch Linda’s clothes from her car.
After a fairly long period of time, Linda and Ashley appear in proper white lady dresses for the trip to the mall.
Since it is cold out, I offer to start my Monte Carlo and get the heat up before I bring it around to pick up the two ladies.
The ladies agree and I charge out into the cold to get my car.
I have just fucked one white lady and slept with the other last night. However, I have to remind myself, “Julius, rememba’ yo’ place! Be a good nigga fo’ the white folk.”
I let the car warm up a bit and the heat begins to fill the interior. I pull around to the door and, before I can even get out of the car, the two white ladies dive in.
Ashley directs me to the mall. I take the two white ladies to their desired entrance and then go and park the Monte Carlo. I walk back to the entrance and make my way, following the signs, to the Children’s Santa Claus Procession.
There is a hot looking babe talking to Ashley. The hot looking babe is one of the ladies in the pictures I altered.
Ashley introduces me to Elizabeth.
Elizabeth points out that there will be Christmas carolers tonight. We will need some cookies to bribe the carolers. Elizabeth has brought some home made cookies.
Elizabeth looks me in the eyes. The only cookie Elizabeth is really interested in is the one between her legs. We share at least one common interest.