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Subject: {ASSM} The Princess Carol (M/F, Christmas, Humor)
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This erotic story was written by me, Shon Richards.  Please do
not reprint on your website, blog, love letters to your lover etc
without asking me first.  I have yet to refuse a reprint but
let's just be polite about it, okay?

You can write to me at shonrichards at yahoo.com.  I will be
delighted to hear your comments.

Find out what I am up to at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/
as well as read my more current work. 


"The Princess Carol"
By Shon Richards

Once upon a time there was a wonderful Island.  The temperature
was always warm and by royal decree, the rain fell only at night
unless there was a wet t-shirt contest.  The coconuts were always
juicy and the fish leaped into the boats so they could be fried
with wonderful spices.  The sun always shined unless it was
Christmas Eve.  On that day, snow was permitted to fall and turn
the Island into a Winter Paradise.

Nobody liked Christmas more than the beautiful Island Princess. 
She received gifts every day of the year because she was so
pretty, but on Christmas she got the really good gifts.  She
received jeweled flowers to put in her long black hair.  She
would get a new grass skirt made of exotic grasses to go around
her lovely hips and firm ass.  Christmas was when she would get
her new coconut bra to go over her massive royal breasts.  The
coconut bra would be adorned with precious gems and have
spectacular support.  

Yes, the Island Princess loved Christmas not because it was a
happy time of year or because of good will towards commoners. 
She loved it because it was when she got really good gifts.  That
is what Christmas meant to her.

One Christmas Eve, the Island Princess was waiting in bed for
Santa to come.  She was counting dolphins in her head when a
terrible noise alarmed her.  The Island Princess sat up in bed
and let the blanket fall from her bare chest.

A shimmering white form was at the head of her bed.  It was a
handsome man carrying massive heavy chains.  The Island Princess
could see right through him.  He was a ghost!

"Who are you?  And why are you disturbing my sleep?" the Island
Princess commanded.

"I am the Island Prince of four hundred years ago!" the ghost
moaned.  "I was once like you.  I was the most handsome Prince
the Island had ever seen!  I was selfish and always demanded more
gifts for Christmas.  I never once gave to the poor or let a
pauper take my place so we could learn a valuable lesson.  Now as
punishment, I must go through the afterlife carrying these heavy
chains made from my own selfish desires!"

The Island Princess looked at the handsome Ghost Prince.  He wore
nothing but chains across his broad chest and masculine thighs. 
Chains were wrapped around his powerful arms and across his big
shoulders.  A giant padlock covered his manhood but it could not
cover all of it.     

"Wow, you really are quite handsome," the Island Princess said.

The Ghost Prince hesitated.  "Uh, thank you.  But be warned!  I
have come to tell you that you will be visited by three ghosts! 
Umm, would you mind pulling the blanket over your breasts?  It is
hard to focus when you are like that."

The Island Princess cupped her breasts in her hands.  She covered
her nipples but the way she squeezed her breasts just drew
attention to how plump they were.   It didn't help that she was
pouting her lips as well.

"Three ghosts?" The Island Princess said.  "Are they as handsome
as you?"

"What?" the Ghost Prince said.  "Uh, no.  The Ghost of Island
Christmas Past is a slender woman with a hook nose.  The Ghost of
Island Christmas Present is a big fat man with a beard.  The
Ghost of Island Christmas Future is all in shadows because his
final reveal will be a big psychological surprise so I don't want
to spoil it."

The Island Princess rose up to her knees in bed.  The blanket
fell away to reveal her lack of sleeping underwear and her
abundance of pubic hair.  She lowered her chin in a coy manner. 
"I'd rather talk to you," she said.

The giant padlock rang as something hard slapped against it.  The
Ghost Prince blushed.

"It is very important you talk to them," the Ghost Prince said. 
"They will teach you the true meaning of Christmas.  They will
show you the sad story of Fat Jim, a child on your island who
eats who overeats and needs proper exercise equipment that your
riches could provide.  You will see your past and how your
selfishness has caused people on the Island to eat too many sweet
foods.   You will feel bad for the child and even cry when you
find out he dies choking on fried fish.  It will change your
life."

"Sounds boring," the Island Princess said.  She yawned and
removed her hands from her breasts to cover her mouth.  "Can't
you tell them to go bother someone else?  I bet my cook could do
with a good morality lesson.  She is always so mean to me when I
send back her desserts."

The Ghost Prince looked at the naked Princess.  "Uh, I don't
know.  You don't want to end up like me.  You know, covered in
chains and haunting people."

"I don't know," the Island Princess said.  "It looks kind of
sexy."  

The Island Princess reached out and touched his chest.  To her
surprise, he was solid.  She ran her fingers over his firm chest
and down to his hips.  The Ghost Prince jumped back.

"Wait!  I really need to get the three ghosts here," he said. 
"Really, you'll like the lessons.  There is time travel and Fat
Jim is really cute."

"Not as cute as you," the Island Princess said.  She reached
under his giant padlock and grabbed his cock.  Still on the bed,
the Island Princess got down on all fours and took the Ghost
Prince's cock into her mouth.

The Ghost Prince moaned.  He moaned so loud, that he woke up the
whole Palace.  The Island King hid under his bed for fear that
the Americans were finally invading to take all of the Island
riches.

The Island Princess sucked.  Her full lips wrapped around the
ghostly cock and as tight as a clam shell.  She ran her tongue
over the perfect cock that was worthy of her mouth.  The Island
Princess swallowed every inch of his cock; her lips nibbling
until she felt his ghostly balls on her chin.

"Oh!" the Ghost Prince moaned.  "Wow, it has been a long time. 
Oh yes, grab my ass!  By the volcano!  Where did you learn that
trick with your tongue?"

The Island Princess said nothing but she let her tongue do the
talking.  She moved her hips back and forth as she sucked;
knowing the Ghost Prince would watch every sway of her bottom. 
She took the Ghost Prince's hands and placed them on her breasts
so that the otherworldly phantom could feel what a real woman
felt like.  Finally, the Island Princess looked up at the Ghost
Prince with her big brown eyes.  The gaze of the Island Princess
has melted lesser men, but having their cock in her mouth was a
rare bonus.

The Ghost Prince climaxed.  The Island Princess swallowed every
spectral drop because he was a Prince after all.  

When he was finished, the Island Princess laid back on her bed.

"You know," The Island Princess said, "if the other Ghosts don't
come by that would give you all night to stay with me."

The Ghost Prince looked down at his heavy chains.  "You are
probably right.  You would look sexy in chains."

The Ghost Prince climbed into bed.  They had sex all night long.
The three Ghosts of Christmas got tired of waiting and ended up
haunting a bar instead.  Fat Jim spent the night dreaming of the
Christmas cake he knew was waiting for him under the tree.

And that is the story of how the Island Princess did not learn a
damn thing about the true meaning of Christmas.          

The end.

If you enjoyed this story please drop me a line at shonrichards
at yahoo.com.
Or visit my blog at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/


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