Chapter 2: The Ghost of Christmas Ass

“Knock, knock,” says a voice from outside my door. I don’t see her through the peephole, so I stand still, holding the knob with one hand, kind of afraid to turn. What if it really is a ghost? Why would I let a ghost in my home?

But if she really is a ghost, why doesn’t she just enter through the door? 

“Who is it?” I ask, my voice shaking.

“C’mon, sweetheart. you knew I’d be coming.” The voice sounds really familiar. But I figure if it really is a ghost, then this is just a courtesy to invite her inside.

I turn the knob and push the door open to come face to face with the Sugar Plum Fairy. Except now she’s in a dazzling purple gown that’s wrapped tightly around her torso and flowing down near her high heeled purple shoes. Her snowy hair is up in a fancy assortment of curls and she’s wearing mascara. “Weren’t you… aren’t you the plum fairy?”

She squints at me before winking. “The who? No. I am the Ghost of Christmas Ass. Isn’t that clear?” She twirls on the spot, giving me a full view of her shapely behind.

“No way,” I say. The same pale skin, purple lipstick. That’s her. “It’s you again. You just changed your outfit. And isn’t is supposed to be the Ghost of Christmas Past? Past? Not ass?”

“That’s what I said,” she says, pouting. Then her hands go directly to my cock. “Oh my, this is pretty.”

“Stop it,” I say, knowing how stupid it is to take a beautiful woman’s hands off my throbbing cock, even if she is probably some sort of ghost. “You need to explain what’s going on.”

She rolls her eyes. “Alright. I’m going to show you a Christmas from your past and then we will get some Holiday ass. How’s that sound?”

I can’t think of a response, so she blinks at me before flicking my cock.

“Let’s go. We’re going back to school.” She steps forward and wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her body to mine. “Would you care to dance?”

I blink, but when I open my eyes, I’m standing alone on a dimly lit dance floor. It’s my university ballroom, the night of the holiday dance. We’re celebrating our year, our accomplishments, and standing alone by the sliced cake is my crush, Joyce Bennington.

She’s in a beautiful pale blue gown. I’ve had a crush on her since I bumped into her on my first day of freshman year. Her sweet face lighting up as she helped me find my classroom, which turned out she had to find as well. Her boundless energy. The afro she always rocked because she wanted the world to know she would never conform to their expectations.

I was in love with her, and it wasn’t only cause she rocked the best booty I’ve ever seen in my entire existence.

This must be what the Sugar Plum Fairy wanted me to see. Wait. Am I still naked?

I glance down and breathe a huge sigh of relief. I’m in a suit, the same suit I wore when I attended the event. People dance around me, shooting me odd looks because I’m standing still. I smile and walk as fast as I can, hurrying toward Joyce.

She has her back to me, and nothing is more of a welcoming sight, a homing beacon. This must be a vision of some sort, where I get to live this moment all over again. The first time, I managed to spill wine on my white shirt and spend the rest of the evening in the bathroom trying to get it off because I wanted to take Joyce out that night. But when I got out, she was in the arms of Lucas Stiller, the sexy business major who got picked up by several big companies before even graduating.

Needless to say, I went home alone that night. But this time, I’ve got a Christmas miracle on my side.

I straighten my tie as I approach. “Joyce?” My mouth goes dry almost immediately.

She turns, a warm smile stretching across her lips. “Hey, there.” She’s holding a glass of wine, and motions for me to get one. I reach down carefully, but my elbow brushes the edge of her glass. Wine spills down the front of her dress. The cloth sticks to her breasts, and it becomes quite apparent that she’s not wearing a bra.

“I’m so sorry,” I stammer, turning again and managing to knock over four other glasses that were on the table. A waiter grumbles and walks over looking like he’ll kill me, but Joyce is covering herself and rushing towards the girl’s room, her perfect ass jiggling all the way.

“Tut, tut,” says the Sugar Plum Fairy, appearing from thin air once more. “Way to go.”

I growl at her, apologize to the waiter, and make my way in the direction Joyce ran off. When I get to the stairwell, I spot her standing by the exit as Lucas Stiller helps her dry off with a bunch of paper towels. His hands go all over her front and the way she keeps looking up at him makes my heart tighten.

That’s how I wanted her to look at me. That’s the look I always dreamed of every night in my dorm room.

A hand grabs my ass. It’s her again. “It still haunts you doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” I say softly. Then I step away from the fairy. “Why are you showing me this?”

“You had a thing for her ass, did you not? I’m the ghost of Christmas Ass and this is a Christmas Eve dance.” She looks around her, nods appreciatively at the purple streamers and decorations. “Do you want to see what she’s up to nowadays?”

I glance back at the stairwell. She’s in Lucas’s arms, kissing him. His hands move all over her perfect ass now, and I groan. “Okay. Anything but this.”

“Good, I was hoping you would agree to that.” She turns around and looks over her shoulder. “Press your face into my butt.”

“What?” I instinctively glance own. It’s smaller and tighter than Joyce’s but still a mouthwatering morsel.

She sighs. “Do I really need to ask you twice?”

I drop to my knees and grab her by the waist and pull her back onto me. Then, taking a deep breath like I’m about to dunk my head in a bucket of water, I press my face into her, my nose pressing into her crack.

She reaches back and grabs a fistful of my hair, forcing me in deeper still. “Use your tongue.”

I kiss her ass, holding onto it like it’s my last meal. She tastes sweet, like the juiciest plum I’ve ever bit into. I kiss both of her cheeks, and as I make out with her backside, she grows in my hands. Her ass gets softer and softer as I squeeze and spread her. The taste changes. It becomes earthier, more feral with every lick.

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In between my kisses, my tongue comes in contact with the wet warmth of her pussy, and I break away in surprise. Her skin is no longer pale; it’s the sweet tender darkness of...

“Oh, baby. I love when you go down on me from behind like that.”  That voice. It’s so familiar.

I back up. I’m sitting on a bed now with a woman bending over in front of me. Her pussy is right in front of my nose, my own hands are stretching her pink lips open. She looks over her shoulder.

“Joyce?” My breath catches in my throat.

She wiggles her ass. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” I whisper, before slowly licking her again. Oh, it’s delicious. I kiss her this time, running my tongue in circles around her as she moans. “You taste so good,” I moan into her ass as I press on her pussy with my tongue.

Joyce pushes me back with her butt till I’m lying on my back. She settles on top of me, taking my cock with both hands. My face is buried in her warmth as she bends forward. “We need to put the presents under the tree,” she says before taking me into her mouth.

I clench my muscles as I feel her tongue work magic around my tip. “Presents?” I can only focus on her taste, inhaling her earthy aroma as I stretch her and kiss her and suck on her. I tease her butthole with my fingers. She’s my entire world at this moment.

“You know how the kids get up early,” she says, leaving my cock with a kiss before rolling off me. My hands don’t want to let go, but she touches my face with her toes as she flips over. “They put out some cookies for Santa if you want any.”

“That’s not what I want to eat right now,” I tell her.

She smacks her butt as she stands, and I’m mesmerized. Then she breaks the spell. “Oh, C'mon, Lucas. Let’s go down and I’ll pour us some eggnog.”

“Lucas?” I look up at her confused.

She furrows her brows as she pulls on a red Christmas robe, covering up the delicious meal I craved so much. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” I nod quickly. “I’ll be right down.”

I watch Joyce walk out the door, her taste fresh on my lips. My cock still trembling from her touch. I look down, but that’s not mine. It’s smaller. Darker. And the pubic hairs are not neatly trimmed down.

I jump out of the bed. This cock is bent too far to the right. Mine bends slightly to the left. What the fuck was going on?

I walk to the mirror and see a muscular guy with short cropped hair and the hint of stubble. It’s Lucas. I’m Lucas. Oh gross, I touched another guys dick!

“Took you long enough.” The Sugar Plum Fairy returns. She’s wearing a purple bathrobe now with fluffy white linings for the collar. Her hair is tied back in a ponytail. “I’m your next ghost.”

“You’re still the…”

“Nuh-uh,” she says, cutting me off with a finger on my lips. Then she strokes my cheek as Joyce calls for Lucas. The fairy smiles. “This is where Joyce is right now. She’s getting ready for a big Christmas day with her family.”

“She has kids now?” I look at all the stuff. The fancy wooden dresser, the cabinet with pictures of her and her husband and their little children.

“Do you get it now?” asks the fairy, walking to the closet and touching Joyce’s clothes. “She has good taste.”

“Get what?” I ask. “Why I’m alone now? Cause I fucked up my chances with Joyce all those years ago?”

“Oh, purple!” she says excitedly before flinging off her robe. I can see her ass again, still glistening from where I’d licked it moments ago. Before I say anything, she’s pulling on Joyce’s shirt and motions for me to help button her up. 

I feel my body changing, reverting back to my own, as she takes my fingers and kisses them one by one before placing my hands on her chest.

“You’re alone because you have all these expectations of what a woman should be for you. You forget that women have lives of their own.”

It’s hard to concentrate while I’m squeezing her tits. “Should I go downstairs, then?”

She looks at me like I’m crazy. “You’re not Lucas Stiller, remember? Besides, we have to go. We’re done with Christmas Ass. Now it’s time for Christmas Penis.”

“Do you mean present?” What is wrong with her?

She shakes her head, rolling her eyes. “Let’s go.” She opens the window and sticks her head outside, leaving me to look at her plump pale ass as the shirt lifts up slightly.

“I can’t just put my face in your ass again?” I walk over and palm one of her plump cheeks, fighting the urge to press my cock against her. I want to pull on her white hair and fuck her from behind, but she’s a ghost and she might kill me if I do something like that without permission.

She looks back at me, pouting as if she could sense what I wanted. “Give me your hand, sweetheart.” Then she pulls on me as she slips outside, and we plummet out of a fourth-floor window. The snow-covered sidewalk rushes up to meet us.

All the while I’m still naked.

My face is in her ass again before I can scream.

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