Ebenezer Scrooge

Ebenezer Scrooge -- An Erotic Christmas Carol.

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Ebenezer Scrooge watched in disgust as his secretary prepared to go. It was Christmas Eve and she had to get home to her little brother. She'd be back on December 26th, she promised.

If he could fire her, he would. But nobody else would take the job. Roberta Cratchit was untrained, and only 21 years old. He'd hired her because she was the illegitimate daughter of his deceased partner. But she worked long hours for low pay. If he fired her, he'd spend the next week interviewing people who wanted more money and shorter hours. He couldn't possibly find someone before the New Year. And whoever he did find was still going to want next Christmas off.

December 26th was the absolute best offer he was going to get, so he watched without comment as his lazy secretary departed. The work was slow going after that. He had to do his job and hers, going back and forth between desks. The room was chilly, and his bones ached, but he refused to build up the fire any. When his secretary was there, they each had a blanket and neither had to move around too much. The temperature was tolerable that way. He was saving money by not having his secretary to pay during this time, but he was losing money because everything took longer without her help. Scrooge wasn't about to spend extra funds on warming the office.

At seven-thirty, he gave up. The light was gone, and he was not about to light candles or lamps. But he had accomplished little. He made his way home through the dark streets, cursing Ms. Cratchit with every step.

What was it about Christmas? It was a day like any other. Business was a little better in the weeks before, but slowed to a crawl by December 23rd. It was ridiculous.

Ebenezer entered his home and went to his sitting room. The housekeeper had built the fire in anticipation of his arrival and left immediately through the back door when she heard his key in the lock. He seldom saw her, which suited them both.

A thin soup of chicken stock and carrots was waiting for him. Ebenezer nibbled and sipped until he grew sleepy, then got to his feet and headed to bed.

But there was a strange atmosphere in the bedroom. The dark and cold were paralyzing, almost unearthly in their power. Ebenezer stood shivering in his dressing gown, wondering if he would die of the cold while he slept. Perhaps tonight, he would consider an extra log on the fire.

But he was unable to move toward the firewood. His feet were frozen to the floor as if it were ice. The room grew darker and colder until Ebenezer could see nothing and feel nothing. The bedroom had vanished from sight with the fading of the light.

That's when the spectre appeared. A glowing human form, floating just over where Ebenezer's bed should be. The bed itself, if it were still there, was completely shrouded in darkness.

"Is this a dream?" Ebenezer inquired of the ghostly figure.

"Perhaps," was the response, spoken by a faint and pallid voice that seemed to emanate from under the floor.

"Do I know you, Spirit?"

Again, the answer was, "Perhaps."

"If you have nothing of substance to your form or your purpose, then please be gone from these premises," Ebenezer insisted. "I have little time for flights of imagination that do not provide enlightenment."

"Then enlightenment you shall receive," said the Spirit. At once, the darkness lifted. Ebenezer was no longer in his bedroom, and no longer in his bedclothes. He was returned to his cold, dim office. But the furnishings were re-arranged, returned to the configuration of years ago and he was dressed once more in his clothes, but they seemed as new and well-made as when he'd first purchased them, more than a decade ago.

And the Spirit was now revealed to be his partner of those years, Jacob Marley, now seemingly of the flesh once again, but chained to his desk, unable to rise. He gave Scrooge a look of pure misery and spoke, "You see me here, in a prison of my own making. For seven years I have been sitting here, in my office, going over foreclosures and loans. I do not sleep. I do not eat. It is never warm. And nothing ever comes of it. These debts will never be paid. They are my debts."

"Why do you show me this, Jacob?" Ebenezer asked.

"Because you live in a cold, damp room that is robbing you of health. Because you live as I did, for greed and selfishness. Because the door to your own office will soon be locking you in forever. You have been given one chance to make your life mean something and I am here to warn you. Beware, Ebenezer Scrooge."

"Who are you to offer me this chance? And how do I know that you are not simply some piece of chicken gone bad and causing this nightmare"

"You will be visited by three spirits before the sun rises. Let them be my proof. And let them be your lesson."

Ebenezer blinked and the vision was gone. His bed was in its usual place. The light, though dim, was as steady as ever. And the heat of the fire was a comfort in the cold room. Dismissing the strange hallucination as indigestion, Ebenezer crawled into his bed and wrapped himself in the warm blankets. As disturbing as the night's events had been, he was asleep in moments.

The dream he fell into was much more pleasant than the scarecrow of Jacob Marley. A warm, female body, boldly nude, was pressed against him. Soft fingers were stroking his dick. And Ebenezer realized that he was nude himself. His pyjamas had vanished. It had been many years since he'd been in such a circumstance. The dream was very welcome.

Except that it wasn't a dream. "Ebeneeeeeezer," whispered a feminine voice in his ear. "Wake up, my dear."

Slowly, his eyes opened to find an angelic young woman lying naked next to him, blonde and blue-eyed, her hand on his hard cock. "Who are you?" he asked in wonder.

"I am the Spirit of Christmas Past," she said with a smile.

"Are you the visitor Marley spoke of?" Ebenezer asked.

"He may have spoken of me," said the Spirit. "But I will not speak of him. He is a lost soul. But it is not too late for you yet."

"What must I do?"

"Come with me," said the Spirit.

The bedroom vanished. Scrooge found himself standing in a festive ballroom. He was still naked, as was the beautiful Spirit next to him, and she still had a firm grip on his cock. He tried to cover himself.

"Relax," she told him. "Nobody else can see us."

It was not her words that convinced him, but the crowd of people around them, ignoring them completely. It was a Christmas party, he realized. There was brandy and rum on the side table and a pine tree, decorated with candles and muffins.

"Do I know this house, Spirit?" It was all very familiar. Then he saw the girl.

"Spirit, how is this possible?" he asked. "That is Lydia Clark, the daughter of my first employer. She died seventeen years ago in a blizzard. She cannot be alive now."

"Nay, Ebenezer. She is yet alive. The blizzard you speak of is three years in the future."

"Then this is that party," Scrooge shuddered in the guilt of that memory.

"Indeed," confirmed the Spirit. She moved forward, pulling him along by his dick. He hadn't lost his erection but his conscience no longer allowed him any enjoyment of the hand tugging at him.

She forced him to go right up to the small sofa where Lydia sat side-by-side with her beloved, a much younger Ebenezer Scrooge.

"Benny," she was pleading, "It would mean everything. We could be married then."

"Your father would force us to marry," the young Ebenezer agreed. "But I would lose the promotion. What would we live on? I earn little enough as it is."

"We would make do," Lydia promised.

"It isn't right," Benny said. "A man should marry only when he can afford it."

"You are choosing your promotion over me, then," Lydia accused him.

"I don't see it that way. It is merely a delay."

"Father will have me married to someone else if you delay too long, Benny."

"We will marry before another year passes," Benny promised.

"This is our chance," Lydia told him. "Now. There may not be another. I will wait upstairs. You can join me. Or not."

He hesitated, then promised, "I will be there."

The Spirit stroked Ebenezer's cock and the mists rose and fell around them. The ballroom vanished. Scrooge found himself standing in a familiar upstairs hallway in front of a modest wooden door. There were sounds of merriment coming from the floor below and the house was warm and festive. It was the same house, and the same party, just a different location

He was no longer naked, but wearing the clothes he'd worn the day of this party, when he'd been a much younger man.

The young blonde Spirit, now in a shimmering, translucent gown now stood a few feet away, with a sly, knowing grin on her face. "Through that door is the greatest error of your life."

"Lydia."

"Yes," the Spirit acknowledged. "The young lady offered herself to you. She invited you to come up to her bedroom and claim her. Yet you refused. Curious, for you were sorely tempted. Can you tell me why?"

"Lydia was my employer's daughter. He would never have approved me as a match for his daughter."

"The young lady suggested a viable way around that.," the Spirit reminded him.

"She was my employer's daughter. I could not betray him by bedding her."

"Did you not betray the daughter by agreeing to meet her then failing to do so?"

"I suppose," Ebenezer admitted.

"Did you promise your employer that you would never bed his daughter?"

"It was understood. It is always understood. A patron's wife and daughters and wards are always off-limits."

"If the words were not spoken, then no promises to the employer were made. Only the daughter was betrayed. Why?"

Ebenezer frowned. "I wanted a future with the company. If marriage had been possible before I'd secured my future, I would have gladly taken it, but if I'd been caught with her, I would have been finished in the firm."

"And yet," the Spirit pointed out, "the firm collapsed not a year later. Lydia and her family were ruined. Your employer killed himself. Lydia and her mother were slowly starving to death until the blizzard caught them in their empty house without firewood. You started over with nothing and became a wealthy man who lives like a poor one."

"Yes." There was nothing else to say. The Spirit was right. It had been the worst mistake of Ebenezer's life. He had denied himself a moment of joy and had never known another.

"Through that door," the Spirit said, "Your mistake is not yet made. Through that door lies a moment nearly twenty years past. Through that door the daughter still waits. But this chance you've been given will not last long. Go now and unmake your error. Or stay here until the opportunity passes and let your error stand forever."

Ebenezer stared at the plain wooden door, afraid for the first time in two decades. He raised his knuckles to the wood. But the Spirit stopped him. "Do not knock, Ebenezer. An invitation was issued. We have returned to a moment when it was still fresh. It would be rude to knock. Forcing that poor, shy girl to repeat her bold offer would humiliate her. Be as bold in the taking as she was in the offer."

Ebenezer recognized the truth in her words. He sent his thoughts back to the first time he'd lived this night. His boss was downstairs, enjoying the party. He had silently slipped away from the festivities. Originally, he hadn't had the courage to do anything other than stand here and dream. It was time to undo the mistake. As quietly as he could, he looked up and down the hall, then opened the door, and slipped into Lydia's bedchamber.

The fire was low, dimly lighting the small room. But Ebenezer's eyes were young and strong. Twenty years had just dropped from his sight. He could clearly see the bright, surprised smile on Lydia's face as he approached the bed.

"Benny! I didn't think you were coming," she said.

"How could I resist?"

"Will you...join me in the bed?" she shyly asked.

Another invitation. And he knew how to respond. "I would be honored."

Despite her willingness, Lydia Clark was still an innocent. Out of respect for her modesty, Ebenezer went to a dark corner of the room to undress. And he stopped short of full nudity, choosing to leave his drawers on.

With the fire low, the room was chilly. Ebenezer hurried to the bed. Lydia was blushing, her eyes firmly closed, but she lifted the blanket for him as he joined her in the bed. It was a small bed, intended for a single occupant. Lydia was nineteen years old, but her parents were determined to keep her a child.

Ebenezer was perched on the very edge of the mattress, fighting to keep his balance so he wouldn't topple off. The noise that would make would be heard downstairs and someone might come to investigate. Now that he'd chosen this path, Ebenezer was determined to see it through. "I'm falling off," he finally admitted.

"I'm sorry," Lydia said. "It's a tiny bed, isn't it? But you can lie on top of me."

She had whispered these last words, but it was still a bold, unequivocal invitation. And Ebenezer didn't hesitate. Carefully, he reached out across her body beneath the blankets and gripped the other side of the mattress. He steadied himself, then slid one leg over, putting his knee between hers.

Dressed only in his drawers, Ebenezer's legs were bare, but Lydia was wearing a thick, woolen nightgown. It scratched a little as he eased himself onto her, but he wasn't about to complain.

The wisdom of the Spirit returned to him as he settled into place. Lydia had issued many clear invitations this night, but in reality, they were all one and the same. And it was high time Ebenezer accepted.

He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her deeply. Lydia gasped as his tongue sought hers. But Ebenezer had waited twenty years for this moment. He would not be satisfied with just a kiss.

Ebenezer reached down under the blankets and caressed Lydia over her nightdress. He'd had few women in his life, before this moment or in the twenty years since, and he was starved for the lack of them. Lydia's feminine curves had his own body responding quickly. His cock was rock hard.

Lydia gave no protest when Ebenezer started pulling her nightdress up for better access. She lifted her hips to make it easier for him. He bared her body and then took off his drawers. Beneath the blankets, they were naked, sex to sex.

"I'm ready," Lydia assured him. "Just talk me through it, if you would please."

"Do you know what's supposed to happen?"

"I do not," she confessed. "My mother was too embarrassed to explain. She said my husband would tutor me. I have always hoped that it would be you."

"Shall we get married first?" It would just about kill him to stop, but for her, he would.

"No. My father would not allow it. Don't think about that. Just be my husband for this night. If you get me with child, then perhaps he will force the marriage. But for now, just lead me through this business. I am willing, Benny, but anxious and ignorant. Please be patient, but do not give up until it is accomplished."

Ebenezer was satisfied with that. He could almost forget that the Spirit had brought him here. Perhaps she would let him re-live his life from this point. And he had dreamed of instructing Lydia in this act since he'd failed to come to her the first time he'd been here. "Do you know how men are made below the waist?" he asked her.

"I am completely ignorant. You'll have to teach me everything."

"Put your hand between my legs," he instructed.

Lydia obeyed. Her fingers encountered his penis and she gasped in surprise. "What is that?" She let her fingers rest on him, moving them only slightly to explore.

"It's called a cock. Every man has one," Ebenezer told her. He moved his fingers between her legs and fondled the lips of her pussy. "Girls have this little mouth right there called a cunt or a pussy.

"It's a mouth?" she asked.

"It's like a mouth. Soft lips and a warm, wet cave behind."

"What's it for?"

Ebenezer told her to wrap her fingers around him, then he whispered into her ear. "I'm going to slide my cock into your pussy."

"Inside me? Are you sure that's how it's done? It sounds unnatural," Lydia asked in alarm, but rushed to assure him of her willingness. "But you can do whatever you like to me, Benny. I won't resist you."

"It isn't unnatural. Men have been doing this to women since Adam did it to Eve."

"Show me."

Ebenezer hoisted himself over her, dragging his cock over her pussy until the head of it was nudging at her soft lips. He replaced her fingers with his own as he guided himself to the best angle for penetration.

Slowly, he came to rest on her body, pushing his penis inside her. She grunted a little at the pain of her first penetration, but did not protest. Once he was fully seated, buried to the balls in her cunt, he pressed a kiss to her lips. "Thank you. I have wanted this for longer than you can possibly believe."

"I wanted this too, Benny. I didn't even know what it was, but I wanted it. Are you really inside me? It feels so strange. I never knew such a thing was possible."

Curiously, she explored their joining with her fingers, touching the lips of her own sex, spread open and stretched by the throbbing male flesh between them. She could feel his penis vanishing into her body, into a mouth she hadn't really known was there. But she could feel him lodged deep within her now. It was still new and unfamiliar, but she was enjoying the closeness and now that he was there, she became aware of a longing to have a man inside her in exactly this way. It had always been there, she realized, a need to be filled with cock, but until it happened, she could not have identified that void.

"Is it hurting?" Ebenezer asked.

"It was. It's stopped now. How long do we stay fitted together like this?" Forever would have suited her just fine.

"We're just getting started," Ebenezer said. He raised his hips, withdrawing from her pussy until just the head of his cock was still inside her. Then he pushed back into that tight cunt and filled Lydia again.

"Oh!" she cried in surprise as an intensely pleasurable sensation jolted through her. "Do that again, please."

Ebenezer was happy to oblige. Her soft walls felt wonderful on his long-deprived dick. He moved in and out of her, slowly picking up speed. "This is called 'fucking,'" he told Lydia. "I'm fucking you. You're getting fucked."

She had heard the term before, but had never known its meaning. Lydia was most grateful to Ebenezer for his instruction. "Oh yes, Benny. Fuck me. Please fuck me."

He pounded her hard, nailing her to the mattress with his cock. She was panting and moaning, clinging to his shoulders as he rode her. Ebenezer was getting closer and closer. He would have liked to draw this out, but it had been too long.

Lydia was coming. She was biting his shoulder to keep from crying out, but her whole body was shaking as the ecstasy took her. And Ebenezer was right with her. He drove deep and went absolutely rigid as he poured his passion into her.

His young man's body, and the Spirit who had given him back this opportunity, gave him a virility he'd never known. The seed he'd given to various whores were of meager measure compared to the volume of his offering to beloved Lydia. He flooded her cunt with his essence, making himself a permanent part of her body.

The incredible ecstasy slowly faded. He was relaxed and content as he'd never been before. Panting and exhausted, Ebenezer lay on top of his beautiful Lydia, his cock still nestled within her, as he recovered. Lydia was also panting. He knew he had to be heavy, but she hadn't asked him to move yet. He flattered himself that perhaps she enjoyed his weight upon her.