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Subject: {ASSM} "A Starlet Christmas" (Christmas,M/F,magic) Maria Gonzales
Date: Mon, 24 Dec 2001 20:10:02 -0500
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"A Starlet Christmas" (Christmas,M/F,magic) Maria Gonzales

If you're under 18 (or 21, depending where you live) or do not
believe in 
Santa Claus, then stop now; don't read this story. You've been
warned.

Maria Gonzales
Maria1971@aol.com


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A Starlet Christmas
by Maria Gonzales
Copyright 2000

	
"Fuck me Ricky. Fuck me harder," the girlish voice moaned
lustfully.

"You like livin' the vida loca, baby; you like being fucked
loca?" a masculine voice with a spanish accent answered.

"Oh yeah. I love your cock, Ricky. It feels so good inside of me.
I love having my hands on your bon bon. Shake it Ricky. It drives
me crazy."

Ring ring.

"You have really nice tits, Britney. Too bad they aren't real."

"They're real, Ricky. Mmmmm, that feels so good, fuck me faster.
I had a growth spurt and they just kept growing and growing. Just
like your cock."

Ring, ring.

"Whatever. I really love to watch them bounce as I fuck you
loca."

"Oh Ricky. Fuck me harder, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me baby one
more time. Oops," the girlish voice screamed, "I'm comingagain!"

Ring ring.

"Suck on my cock while I answer the phone."

Ring. "Hello."

"Hi Tabbitha. What's up?"

"Nothing, Angela. I'm just playing around with these dolls that
some fan sent me: Britney Spears and Ricky Martin. He wants to
know when there's going to be a Tabbitha Young doll."

"That's a good question Tabb. When is there going to be a
Tabbitha Young doll? And where are they going to find all that
silicone for the doll's boobs?"

"Ha ha, very funny. Mine are real, unlike some other actresses I
could name."

"So you claim. At least I admit to having implants. So when is
there gonna be a Tabbitha Young doll?"

"Maybe when our show moves out of last place in the ratings and
people actually know who I am," Tabbitha Young paused
thoughtfully and continued. "Who am I kidding? Nobody watches
this stupid network we're on except to watch wrestling. Watch,
the show's gonna be canceled, replaced by more wrestling. I'll be
out there in slut clothes cheering on some fat wrestler in no
time. We're gonna be body slammed through tables.' I can't
believe I'm stuck in this stupid contract with this stupid
network."
	
"C'mon Tabb. It could be worse," Angela answered.

"It could? During filming yesterday they had us running around in
tiny little white tank tops -- I swear they were made out of
gauze -- and to make it even worse, they had the heat turned
off."

"It was freezing. I didn't say anything, I'd probably get fired
or something, but you're the star, why didn't you complain?"

"I did. They just smiled and told me, 'Somebody's on the way
right now to fix it, Tabb. We all just have to deal with it until
it's fixed.' Yeah right, the heater's broken, like I really
believed that. They just want to show off our tits, see if we can
get the perverted men ages fifteen to sixty-five demographic to
watch our show. The best way to do that is to show off our boobs,
our rock hard nipples sticking out of see through tops."

"What do you expect Tabb? It is the TNA network after all and
we're the T and A. So, do you have any big plans for Christmas?"

"Big plans? For Christmas? I think I'm just going to stay home by
myself and play with my dolls. I have a Christina Aguilera doll
too, it sings. Wanna hear it?"

"Not really. Tabbitha, you need to relax," Angela told her.
"There will be a Tabbitha Young doll soon and maybe even an
Angela Reina doll too. Trust me, you're gonna be a huge star and
I'm gonna ride your coattails, or maybe I should say tight
shorts. 'Scenic Places' is gonna be a huge hit, just like
Felicity and those other shows."

"Yeah right. It's gonna be a huge hit when we do an entire show
topless. I swear, if they asked me, I would do it and so would
you. I can see the promos now, "Watch Tabbitha Young as Priscilla
in a very special episode of 'Scenic Places.' Priscilla has to
decide, the convent or exotic dancing. What does her future hold?
You can help her decide, visit the official 'Scenic Places' web
site to cast your vote. Help decide Priscilla's future.' We would
be doing every episode after that in a thong and nothing else. At
least it would get decent ratings... I think. I dunno, maybe I
wouldn't do it. I get enough crazed mail about my breasts as it
is."

"I told you, relax. You're gonna be a huge star and I'll be able
to go down to the mall and buy a Priscilla/Tabbitha doll for my
little sister." 

"A doll? A doll. I don't want to be a fucking doll. You know what
happens to those dolls don't you? Mothers buy them for their
daughters, then the big brothers come along and rip off the heads
and limbs. Then the parts get sold at garage sales around the
country. Excuse me, but I don't want to find my decapitated
likeness in some redneck garage sale. I'll be happy if this show
becomes a big enough hit to be renewed for another season so I
can finish paying for this damn condo."

"Relax, Tabbitha. I know you; you're gonna make it... we're gonna
make it."

"Oh yeah. If I'm gonna make it, then why the hell aren't there
any dolls of me at Toys R Us?"

"You're amazing! I thought you didn't want any Tabbitha Young
dolls out there."

"I don't, but I do... I don't know. I just want to get off this
stupid network and make some money without having to show off my
boobs, or at least show off my boobs in movies instead of some
lousy TV show."

"Well, Tabb, what did you expect from the TNA network,
'Masterpiece Theater?' You knew what kind of show you were gonna
to be on when you signed that contract."

"I know, I know. I shouldn't have believed the hype and promises
from the network. I should have signed that deal for half the
money from one of the other networks, but they promised that my
show wouldn't just be some program that showed off our bodies,
they promised that the show would be good. The critics hate it,
at least the ones who have taken the time to watch it. At least
now that they have us wearing tighter tank tops and shorter
skirts, we've at least moved out of last place in the total
ratings. We're just last in our time slot now."

"Why don't you come with me to my parents for Christmas dinner in
Canada. My brother would love it, he watches your show every
week, the drool practically rolls out of his mouth whenever you
have on a tight sweater."

"He drools whenever he sees any female. Anyway, that's just what
I need, some hormone filled kid staring at me.... I'll think
about it. Call me in the morning. Okay, Angela?" 

"Okay, Tabbitha, talk to you then."

"Ciao," Tabbitha Young, the star of TNA networks most promising
show of the fall season, and the most disappointing show, hung up
the phone. She spread the legs of the Britney Spears doll and
placed the Ricky Martin doll on top, "Fuck me Ricky, fuck me baby
one more time," she said in her best little girl voice.

****

In the middle of the United States, somewhere in the heartland,
actually Akron, Ohio, a lonely college student was surfing the
World Wide Web. As he clicked between porn sites and the official
celebrity sites of sexy actresses, he followed a link he had
never seen before. The link promised a direct E-mail address to
Santa Claus. With a smirk, he clicked on it.

As the web site came up, he read the simple text filling his
monitor. "Dear Randy Logan, you have been chosen as one of twenty
recipients of Santa Claus' real E-mail address. We know many of
you do not believe in Santa Claus, but be assured that he is
real, and the twenty people that received this link are assured
of receiving their most desired presents. Just click on the link
below, and your personal message to Santa will go directly to
him. This is not a joke."

Randy Logan re-read the text on his screen, with another smirk,
he pressed the link as instructed and watched his E-mail screen
appear on the monitor. Shaking his head in amazement, he smirked
and began to type. 

"Dear Santa, or whoever you are, "For Christmas this year, there
really isn't anything that I really need. I'm a little past the
videogame stage and I'm pretty much set as far as other stuff."

With an wry grin, Randy continued to type, "What I really want
for Christmas is to wake up in the morning and find that girl
from the TV show 'Scenic Places' under my tree. The show really
sucks but she is really hot. Maybe you could wrap her in a tiny
little piece of lingerie, with a little red bow in her hair. 

"For the geek that set this stupid little web site up, I want you
to know that I don't believe in Santa; I hope you get a nice
little laugh as you read my wish. You have to admit, that she is
a little hottie. Wouldn't you like to find her under your tree?
Get lost assholes."

Randy looked over the text of the letter and fixed a couple of
typos With a flourish, he pressed the mouse button and watched as
the 'your E-mail has been sent' window appeared on the screen. 

"That oughta screw with their heads," he said to himself with a
smirk. Shutting off his computer, he turned off the lights and
went to sleep, fantasizing that Tabbitha Young, Jennifer Love
Hewitt and Jennifer Lopez lap danced for him in his bedroom
before they made while passionate love to him.

****

Tabbitha Young awoke with a start. The starlet was sure that she
had shut off the lights in her condo before she went to bed, but
now the condo was brightly lit, every light turned on. She
wrapped a robe around her naked body and glanced around the
corner into her living room. A thin man in blue bermuda shorts
and a gaudy multi-colored shirt that looked like it belonged to a
tourist returning from Hawaii smiled at her. "Merry Christmas,
Miss Young," he said.

"Who the hell are you?" she answered.

"You don't recognize me? Why I'm Santa Claus of course. Or maybe
you might know me better as Kris Kringle."

"Yeah right. You're Santa Claus, and I'm Buffy the Vampire
Slayer. Now get the hell out of my apartment you nutcase. For
your information, you've got the costume all wrong. Santa is fat
and wears a red suit, not skinny wearing something that looks
like it belongs to somebody holding a pineapple in one hand and a
drink with an umbrella in the other."

"That's what you think, Miss Young, but Coca Cola got it wrong.
As you can see, I'm not fat, at least not anymore, those 'Fat
Buster' pills really work, and I only wear the red suit when I'm
someplace cold. Southern California isn't exactly cold, it feels
like paradise to me, the North Pole is absolutely unbearable this
time of year."

"Yeah right. Out of my house fruitcake, or I'll call the cops."

"I see that you really do have the personality that you are
reputed to have, Miss Young. And if I may add, you've had it
since you were a little girl. Why do you think you never got the
Easy Bake oven that you asked for every year?"

"How did you know about that?"

"I'm Santa Claus. It's my job to know. Haven't you ever heard the
song, "He knows when you've been sleeping, he knows when you're
awake. He knows if you've been bad or good so be good for
goodness sake. Oh you better watch out..."

"That's enough singing for now Kringle," Tabbitha interrupted.
"Next time, try to stay in tune. Now out of my house or I'm
hitting the panic button on my alarm, then you can see how it
feels to be behind bars for Christmas."

"Still don't believe me, Miss Young? In 1989, I had your Easy
Bake oven all wrapped up for you, ready for delivery. You were a
relatively good girl that year so I decided to let you have it,
but then on Christmas Eve you had to ruin it and hit your brother
in the nose, just because he called you a tattletale."

"He did not call me a tattle tale, he called me something worse
than that. He called me a ..."

"I know what you told your parents he called you, and I don't
like those four letter, or in this case, five letter words, but
you know and I know that he called you a tattletale, then you hit
him. Broke his nose if I remember right."

"Well... He deserved it. I get it, Charlie put you up to this,
didn't he. My little brother is trying to pull a fast one on me.
You can tell him to stick it up his..."

"Now now, Miss Young. Charlie doesn't have anything to do with
this. Anyway, how you behaved as a child is immaterial to the
present."

"I was a little angel," Tabbitha protested loudly. "I have proof,
my parents always tell me so. It was Charlie that was a little
jerkoff."

"Charlie was just a normal boy. You, on the other hand, Miss
Young, were far from an angel. If I may say so, I would say that
you were closer to hell than to heaven," Santa laughed a merry ho
ho ho, "More of a little devil than an angel I would say. I
remember when you were fourteen, how you used to walk around the
house barely dressed, knowing that it drove your brother and his
friends nuts. I don't think that's something a little angel would
do. Do you, Miss Young?"

"Well... Hey, how did you know I did that. I knew it, Charlie put
you up to this didn't he. Next time make him spring for a real
Santa suit."

"Or how about the time, when you were a freshman in high school.
When you and your best friend Diane started kissing as a joke,
then it turned into an entire night of teenage lesbian sex. I
don't think angelic teenage girls seduce their best friends. Do
you, Miss Young?"

"She wanted to do it just as much as I did.... Hey! Nobody knows
about that. How did you...?"

"I told you. I'm Santa Claus. I know everything. And I almost
always keep all that information to myself. Of course, in certain
instances, I'm not above using information on certain people for
my best interests. In your case, Tabbitha, I seem to remember a
meeting with some network executives earlier this year, when you
and one of your co-stars from your little show put on a sexy
little show. If I remember right, I remember a little striptease,
then a little lesbian sex show between you and Angela, then blow
jobs for every executive in the room. Every executive except for
Miss Timms that is, the three of you went back to her place for a
torrid little lesbian menage-a-trois if I remember correctly.
You'll have to forgive me, at my age, my memory isn't what it
used to be. "

"But how...?"

"I told you; I'm Santa Claus. And I remember a little meeting
with the head of one of the major toy manufacturers. I know you
were willing to sign that deal with them. It wasn't your fault
that he couldn't get it up. Who knew that his Viagra bottle was
empty. I think you still should have gotten that contract with
them anyway. Everybody thought your show was gonna be huge."

"But..."

"I bet, Miss Young, that you're wondering why I'm here?" Santa
watched as Tabbitha slowly nodded her head. "I'm here, because...
how can I put this? I'm in a little need of your services this
year."

"You need something from me? Like I'm really going to help some
fruitcake claiming to be Santa Claus."

You still don't believe me, do you? Maybe if I tell you about
that time when you went to Tijauna and went to the sex show with
the donkey. You had to climb on stage and touch him, didn't you?.
The elves loved watching that; although Mrs. Claus had to leave
the room. I still can't believe that you actually ..."

"Okay, okay. I had a little too much tequila," Tabbitha
protested. "You're Santa; I believe you. What do you want from me
and why the hell should I help you. I'm still waiting for a
fucking Easy Bake oven from you."

"You still want an Easy Bake oven? You could always go buy one
you know."

"I know, but it's the principle of the thing. I always wanted one
from Santa Claus." Tabbitha examined the strange man sitting
across from her. He seemed to be staring at her legs; she glanced
down and realized her robe had opened and he could see everything
from her waist down. She tightened the robe then continued.
"Assuming that I will help you. Why do you need my help anyway? I
mean you're Santa Claus."

"Well, this year the elves were testing a little computer program
on the Internet, a way that we could collect information about
what kids really want for Christmas. To make a long story short,
one of the names on our list was a certain Randy Logan. Except
the elves messed up and sent the information to the wrong Randy
Logan, in this case a college student from Akron, Ohio. Since we
promised to deliver any Christmas gifts requested via this
program... well let's say that Randy Logan's most desired
Christmas gift is -- and I'm paraphrasing here -- that little
hottie from 'Scenic Places,' Tabbitha Young.  So you see my
dilemma, he requested you under his tree wearing lingerie and a
red bow; we promised to deliver whatever he wished. So I'm her to
negotiate with you. 

"Ahhh... that's a nice word, negotiate. What do I get out of
this?"

"What do you want?"

"I want my show to become a huge hit," Tabbitha answeredquickly.

"Done."

"And I want to make movies, and make a hit record too."

"Done."

"That's it? All I had to do was ask. No negotiating, no trying to
get a better bargain, no hassles, no haggling, no blow jobs?"

"Nothing like that, Mrs. Claus is watching. Is that all you
want?" Santa smiled sweetly, picked up his right hand and waved.

Tabbitha hesitated for a second before answering, "Yes, that's
all I want."

"Then we have a deal," Santa clicked his fingers, and with a
flash of light, Tabbitha found herself in a strange apartment,
wearing a bright red negligee with white fur trim. She was laying
on her side underneath a Christmas tree, her breasts nearly
spilling out of the flimsy nightie. She tried to stand but was
unable to move.

"It'll only be a few minutes before Randy wakes up," Tabbitha
heard Santa say from nowhere. "You can't move until he sees you.
He was pretty specific about finding you under the tree. He was
right... the little red bow in your hair makes you look so
in-season. Have fun Miss Young."

****

Randy's hit the snooze button on his alarm clock, and tried to go
back to sleep. It was Christmas, but so what. He was stuck in the
middle of Ohio, while his family was celebrating Christmas in
Aruba. It wasn't his fault that he couldn't get his grades
higher. Anyway, what did his parents want from him, straight A's?
They didn't understand how hard it was to be able to maintain a C
average. It wasn't his fault that his professors wouldn't take
bribes to raise his grades. What did they expect from him?

Unable to sleep, Randy pulled himself out of bed, lazily
scratching his butt with his left hand. The lights from his
Christmas tree were blinking wildly. "I thought I shut the lights
off," he said quietly to himself.

Dressed only in his white underwear, he walked into the living
room of his apartment. His mouth dropped as he looked at the girl
barely dressed underneath his tree. It couldn't be, but it looked
like her. 

"Close your mouth, Randy. Yes, I'm your Christmas wish, Tabbitha
Young, here to do whatever perverted things you have planned for
me. At least you could comb your hair and take a shower."

"But..." Randy stammered.

"Yeah, you could quit scratching that too. Now go take a shower,
I'll still be here when you get done."

"But..."

"Yes dorkface. That E-mail you sent to Santa was real. Now
because of you I get to spend my Christmas in some little
apartment who the fuck knows where. Where am I anyway?"

"Akron."

"Akron? Like in Ohio?"

"Yeah, Ohio."

"Great. I hope you know I had big plans for Christmas this year.
I was planning on going to the Bahamas."

"The Bahamas?"

"No, not really, but I wasn't planning on Akron, Ohio. Now if you
could hurry up and take a shower, we can get this over with and
Santa can get me back to my condo. Don't you know that white
Jockeys are so unsexy. Do you have any boxers or anything?"

"Umm, yeah, I have some boxers."

"Well after you take a shower, could you put those on instead.
Those things you have on have holes in them." Tabbitha said as
she scrunched her nose.

"Ummm."

"Well, go. I don't have all day you know."

"This is some kind of joke, isn't it? You really look like
Tabbitha Young though. Who sent you?"

"Listen? I am Tabbitha Young, and in case you don't remember, you
sent an E-mail to Santa Claus asking to find me wrapped
underneath your tree."

"Yeah right, and I'm Brad Pitt."

Tabbitha laughed and rolled her eyes, "I don't think so. Although
I bet if you took a shower and cleaned yourself up you wouldn't
look as pathetic as you do now."

"Gee, thanks, Tabbitha, for that compliment. Now tell me who you
really are?"

"Listen, before today I believed in Santa as much as you did. Now
I know he's real. And you Mister average-college-perverted-male,
should believe in him too, after finding me under your tree as
your present."

"Prove that your Tabbitha Young."

"And how the hell am I supposed to do that?"

"I don't know? What's the name of your character on "Scenic
Places?" Randy asked.

"Priscilla, Priscilla Miller."

"Well, that helps prove who you are. Nobody I know except for me
watches that stupid show anyway, and I only watch it to see the
nipples poking out of the tops. Tell me something else."

"Gawd, you're not only hopeless, but perverted too. Okay, on the
show I play a character that has the outward appearance of being
very naive and innocent, but deep down Priscilla is very shrewd
and conniving, not afraid to use whatever she has to get what she
wants."

"What size bra do you wear?" Randy asked.

"I don't know. I've never worn one before," Tabbitha answered
matter-of-factly.

"Oh my God. You really are Tabbitha Young," Randy exclaimed as
the actress answered the trick question. He collapsed into the
nearest chair, his mouth wide open in astonishment.

"Is that all anybody ever watches the show for? To see my boobs
bounce around. One of these days I'll have to wear a bra on the
show, see if the ratings plunge. Wait a minute, they can't get
any worse than they are now. Nevermind," Tabbitha complained.
"Close your mouth, if there were any flies around here they'd fly
right in and make a nest."

"I don't believe that Tabbitha Young is in my apartment," Randy
answered, ignoring her comments. "An almost naked Tabbitha Young,
and I look like shit," Randy stood and ran into the bathroom.

After a few moments, Tabbitha heard the shower turn on, and she
stood and stretched. She walked into the bathroom and looked at
herself in the mirror. She had to admit she had never looked
better, and the bow really made her look like a Christmas
present.

"Is that you out there, Tabbitha... I mean Miss Young?"

"Tabbitha is fine, actually Tabb is better. Anything but Tabby."

"I was thinking. Since you are my Christmas wish, and you said I
get to do whatever perverted things with you that I want, could
you take off your clothes and hop in the shower with me?"

Tabbitha let the straps of the lingerie down, and stepped out of
the lacy underwear. Sliding the shower curtain to the side, she
stepped into the shower next to Randy.

"The water's so cold, turn it hotter would you," Tabbitha
ordered.

Randy adjusted the water as he looked at Tabbitha's naked body.

"Randy, you better close your mouth or you might drown," Tabbitha
said with a smile.

"I'm sorry. It's just that, I can't believe that, I mean, you're
so beautiful, and I can't believe that, I mean, your naked, next
to me, and you're..."

"Do you really think I'm beautiful?"

Randy nodded his head 

With a coquettish smile, Tabbitha replied, "Thanks. You know,
you're not so bad yourself, and your equipment is pretty
impressive too. In fact, if you don't mind, I think I'm going to
get on my knees and suck on your cock for a while," Tabbitha said
unaware that her thoughts were being manipulated by something. At
the moment; all she wanted to do was to go down and Randy.

"I was just thinking that," answered Randy.

Tabbitha kissed the tip of Randy's cock, twirling her tongue on
the head. She pushed the entire length into her throat, feeling
the tip of his penis tickle the back of her throat. She hungrily
sucked on his cock, her head bobbing back and forth as she pushed
it in and out of her mouth.

Randy could feel himself begin to orgasm, and Tabbitha let his
cock fall out of her mouth and said as she turns of the water, "I
want to feel you inside me. Now." She stepped out of the shower,
grabbing a towel and running it over her body. She toweled off
her hair on the way to Randy's bedroom and glanced in the mirror,
tussling her hair with her hands.

Randy looked at her as she stood at the end of the bed, her wild
hair making her look sexier than he ever imagined any woman could
look. He ran to the bed, tossing the empty pizza boxes off the
bed and onto the floor. "Fuck me, Randy," Tabbitha said
lustfully. "I need to feel your cock inside me now." 

Tabbitha placed her hands onto the bed and opened her legs. "I
need you inside me," she said as she placed her elbows on the
bed, her body bent at the waist as Randy stared at her tight ass
and wet pussy. She looked back at Randy, moving one of her
fingers into her mouth, softly sucking on it. Quickly, she placed
her wet finger along the lips of her pussy, slowly running her
finger up and down her wet slit. 

Mesmerized by the way Tabbitha was acting, Randy watched her as
her finger pushed into her pussy, making a quiet mushing sound as
she pushed it in and out. "Please fuck me, Randy," she said
lustfully.

Her words reminded Randy of what he was actually doing, and he
walked to her, nearly tripping over the discarded pizza boxes. He
placed the tip of his hard cock between the lips of her pussy,
and before he could push himself into her, he felt Tabbitha push
against him, filling her with his cock, a loud moan escaping her
throat as she began rocking her body back and forth.

Beginning to feel a rhythm developing, Randy matched her pushes
with thrusts, watching her naked body writhe in front of him.
Their rhythm grew faster, and Tabbitha screamed loudly, begging
Randy to fuck her harder and faster. She collapsed on the bed,
overcome by the waves of pleasure gushing through her body. As
Tabbitha moaned loudly, Randy continued sliding his cock in and
out of her pussy. With a loud groan, he pushed a final time, his
cock pushing into her as he orgasmed.

He collapsed on top of her as she continued whimpering, still
feeling the aftereffects of her orgasms. "Now what?" Tabbitha
asked as she remained unmoving on the bed.

"I don't know, maybe..."

"Randy, I'm sorry, but I really need to suck on your cock again,"
Tabbitha said as she pushed Randy off her back and onto the bed.
Rapidly she knelt on the floor and hungrily pushed Randy's still
hard cock between her lips, expertly bringing him near the brink
of orgasm, only to let his desire soften, not wanting him to
climax yet.

Tabbitha stood, letting his hard cock slide out of her mouth.
Straddling him, she pushed his cock into her, feeling the length
of it slide deeply inside her. Hungry with desire, Tabbitha
rapidly bounced up and down his shaft, feeling it gently tease
her clitoris as it slid in and out of her pussy. Loudly moaning,
her orgasm hit her unexpectedly, causing her gasp audibly and
begin to scream Randy's name, begging him to fuck her harder.

Randy pumped his hips erratically and came inside her, but
Tabbitha continued bouncing on him, sending him to another level
of ecstasy, his moans of pleasure filling the room as he begged
her to stop. She continued, changing her motion from up and down
to front and back and side to side, feeling his cock tickle her
clitoris, causing another wave of orgasms to flow through her
body.

As she collapsed onto the bed next to him, she smiled as she
asked. "Now what?"

"I would love..." Randy began to say.

"I know, Randy," Tabbitha interrupted, "Don't you want to take
some pictures of me, naked, I mean really raunchy ones, with my
legs spread and my pussy spread open. Maybe you can make a
videotape of it too," Tabbitha said in her best throaty seductive
voice.

Randy could only nod his head as he ran into the living room,
grabbing his Polaroid camera and his video camera. When he
returned to the bedroom, Tabbitha had neatly made the bed, and
was sitting at the top, her back resting along the wooden
headboard. Looking at him as he fumbled with the camera, she
spread her legs and using her fingers, she opened her pussy for
him. "Is this sexy enough?" she asked as she pushed one finger
inside.

Randy could only nod as he snapped a picture with the instant
camera, framing Tabbitha in the middle of the frame. They
continued taking pictures, most of them with Tabbitha holding her
legs open and her fingers pushed inside her. When Randy ran out
of film, he grabbed the video camera and began taping her as she
posed for the camera.

She cupped her breasts, pulling one nipple to her mouth, running
her tongue on the nipple before she pulled it between her lips.
As Randy zoomed the picture out, she opened her legs and said
passionately, "Randy? Do you like my body? Do you like how I
fuck? I love your cock Randy. It is so big, I've never had
anybody like you before. You've made me come so hard and so many
times."

As Tabbitha pushed her finger in and out of her wet pussy, she
began tickling her clit with her other finger. Soon she was
moaning in ecstasy as she climaxed, her back arched as her finger
rapidly fucked her pussy.

Randy placed the video camera on a tripod, carefully framing the
bed. He pulled Tabbitha to the bottom of the bed and climbed on
top of her, pushing his hard cock into her, driving her to
another series of orgasms.

He pulled his cock out and came all over her stomach and tits.
Tabbitha rubbed her finger in a puddle of his come, and placed it
between her lips, erotically sucking on it.

Randy blinked, and when he opened his eyes, Tabbitha was gone. He
turned and found a man standing in the doorway, wearing blue
bermuda shorts and a very bad Hawaiian shirt. Randy instinctively
covered himself with his hands and dived onto the bed, pulling
the blanket over his naked body. "Who the fuck are you? Where's
Tabb?"

"I'm Santa Claus. I take it you liked your present," the man
asked. "The pictures and video are for your eyes only. Nobody
else can see them or hear them. Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas," the
strange man yelled before he disappeared with a click of his
fingers.

****

Tabbitha Young sat up with a start. "It was only a dream," she
thought out loud. She got up from her bed, looked in the mirror
and opened her eyes wide in amazement. She had gone to bed after
taking a long hot bath, but was now sweaty, her hair messed up
and a sticky liquid all over her stomach and breasts. To top it
off, she looked in the mirror and found a red bow tied into her
hair. She ran into the living room, and found a pile of presents
under the Christmas tree. 

Opening every package quickly, tearing the paper excitedly, her
smile grew with every present she opened. Every toy that she had
ever wished for when she was a child she discovered in the
wrapped boxes. A Barbie dollhouse, a Cabbage Patch Baby, even a
pink Barbie Jeep - everything she had ever wished for and never
received. As she opened the last present, her smile turned into a
frown. What she had always wanted was not to be found.

She walked dejectedly into the kitchen, and her eyes opened
widely as she saw an Easy Bake Oven sitting on the counter, a big
red bow attached along with a white envelope. She opened the
envelope, and read the handwritten note inside.

"Merry Christmas, Tabitha. You were a very good girl this year,
and for that you received all of the toys you ever wished for.
You were also a very naughty girl when you needed to be, for that
you get this lucky coin. Keep it in your pocket at all times, and
all your biggest wishes will be fulfilled this year. For a start,
look under the tree one more time, Santa"

Tabbitha rushed to the Christmas tree, and found a present that
she hadn't seen before. She picked it up, and carefully unwrapped
it. She looked into the box through the clear plastic and opened
her mouth in astonishment. It was her, it was a Tabbitha Young
doll. She carefully at it, examining every detail before opening
it and pulled the little figurine out. It looked just like her.
The she looked at the box and read the red letters out loud,
"Tabitha Young doll." She looked at the spelling on the box again
and yelled, "It's spelled with two B's!!!!"

When she looked at the box again, the lettering had magically
changed, and now read "T-A-B-B-I-T-H-A."."

"Sorry about that," a voice she recognized as belonging to Santa
boomed. "Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas, baby."

****

"Bob, you'll never believe this till you see it, man. I fucked
Tabbitha Young all Christmas day. Man it was incredible, she was
awesome."

"Yeah right. You fucked major hottie Tabbitha Young.... In Akron,
Ohio. How many Buds did you down?"

"I'm serious. I'm looking at some pictures of her as we speak,
and I have her on video too, man. You have to see these pics."

"Are you serious? I'll be right over."

Randy looked at every Polaroid he had taken of Tabbitha. His
favorite had her completely naked, her legs wide open with one
finger pushed into her pussy while the other hand spread open her
pussy lips. He started the video tape and heard her voice asking,
"Like this, Randy? Do you like my tits, Randy. Do you want me to
spread my legs for you now? Can I suck your cock now?"

He looked through the pictures a second time and heard a knock on
the door. On the video he could hear Tabbitha screaming in orgasm
as she played with herself, screaming his name, begging him to
fuck her.

He bounced to the door, and saw his buddy Bob, who was joined by
Don and Mike. "Okay, let's see these X-rated pics of you and
Tabbitha Young."

With a big smile, Randy handed the Polaroids to them, and pointed
to the TV. "Man, she was unbelievable. She is so fucking hot. I
swear she's a nympho."

"Randy, dude, these pictures are all blank, there's nothing on
them. What.... Did you take the pictures of her in the dark?"

Randy grabbed the pictures from Bob, and looked at a picture of
Tabbitha on her hands and knees, her finger inside her pussy.
"Look, this one is hot, she's fucking herself," he said as he
handed the picture to Mike.

"Man, you're totally nuts. I don't see anything but black.
Where's the video you say you took?"

"It's on now. Can't you hear her screaming my name, can't you see
her gorgeous body all spread out?"

"Umm, Randy. If you got any more of whatever you've been smoking
or drinking, I want some. There isn't anything on the TV but a
lot of snow."

"I told you Randy, for your eyes only," Randy heard a voice boom
out. 

"Did you hear that?" Randy asked.

"Hear what?" Bob answered.

"Nevermind," Randy answered as he grabbed the Polaroids from his
friends and put them away.

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