Date: Sat, 9 Dec 2006 15:57:08 EST
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: Jeremiah Scrooge-3

"Who... who're you...?" I asked nervously, sensing something mysteriously
different about this ghost as he sat silently atop my desk on an
invisible throne. He didn't speak, he merely sat still like a giant stone
statue, but somehow even while I couldn't see his face, he seemed
strangely familiar.
 Suddenly I felt the room turn ice cold as ice-sickles began to form on
the ceiling and furniture. I feared freezing to death as I had no
clothing to cover myself in. Then Ghost Future opened his robe, revealing
his muscular dark skin body and heavy hard dick. My eyes nearly popped
from their sockets when I saw the size of his 14 inch erect monster.
Mesmerized by his sight, something beckoned me forth. I walked up to the
edge of the desk, my eyes transfixed on his bobbing dong which seemed to
hiss and weave like a giant black cobra between his legs, the fat round
tip dripping pre-seed like snake venom. I licked my lips hungrily,
opening my mouth wide to fit his humongous prick inside without even
being told to.

 His dick was like chocolate, very addictive. I sucked and swabbed the
head as best I could, gathering as much of his thick nectar onto my
tongue as possible before swallowing it down. I bobbed my head back and
forth, trying to take as much of his dick in before choking to death. The
more I sucked, the more pre-cum sprung forth. His cum was like crack
cocaine, the more I ate the more I wanted. After several minutes of
sucking on half of his hard wood, Ghost Future pulled away selfishly like
a spoiled child.

"Why...?" I asked, watching his spit wet prick pulse only inches from my
face. "I wasn't finished sucking it." I complained, my stomach yarning
for his delicious load. "Can I suck it some more? Please?"
 Burning red eyes told me "no". Then he held his arms out for me. I
climbed up onto the desk, and leaned into his grasp. Red eyes enveloped
me in his shroud, warming me instantly with the heat from his hot body. I
felt his thick manhood slip between my thighs, poking out of the back of
my legs like a phone pole. Just like the other two times, the room turned
extremely white with brightness, and in an instant we disappeared.

                                    * * * * *

 We re-appeared in the center of a cemetery. It was a dark, damp, and
dreary night as I stepped out nude from Red Eyes' shroud. In the distance
I saw a large group of mourners gathered, sobbing uncontrollably as a
tiny coffin was lowered into an open grave.

"What are we doing here?" I asked the ghost, fearing my own demise. But
Red Eyes didn't say anything, he merely pointed as if he wanted me to
keep looking. His silence was really starting to become aggravating.
 I walked forward down a row of fold chairs holding what had to be
family, friends, and other supporters. I recognized a few people, some of
my employees were in attendance. They all seemed to be sobbing, sorry to
see the person in the coffin go. I was suddenly touched as I came to the
conclusion that these people were here for me. They were here to support
me in my death. I had no idea they cared so much. Then I noticed the
picture of the deceased displayed before a bail of flowers. It wasn't me
after all. The picture was of a kid. A boy. I didn't recognize him, but
he looked no older than 5 or 6 years of age. It was then that I realized
who he was. It was my secretary's son. I knew he was sick, but I didn't
know he was THAT sick. I knew his name, but for some reason it was
escaping me. It began with a "J", something like "Jerry" -I think.

"Jamal!!" I heard his mother (Kim) scream, falling to her knees at the
grave as the coffin was being lowered. She tried to climb down into the
hole with her son, her eyes crying a practical river of tears as her
husband Joseph Harris and his family tried to hold her back.

"No Kim, he's gone! Let him GO!" yelled Joe, hugging her tight.
 Kim sobbed into her husband's chest as the coffin finally reached it's
resting place at the bottom of the grave. When the diggers released the
straps, Kim's tears turned to scorn.

"This is HIS fault, and you KNOW IT!!" she screamed, pushing herself away
from Joseph violently.

"Kim, this isn't the time or the place..." reasoned Joe.

"When IS, Joseph? Jamal is DEAD! He had ONE chance to recover, but YOUR
BOSS was too stingy to give us the loan we desperately needed for his
operation! What kind of MONSTER is he?!!"

"Kim, please...mr Jones did what he could to help...but his financial
state isn't what it's supposed to be..."

"Don't you dare..!" growled Kim through clenched teeth. "Don't you DARE
defend HIM after what he's done! He's a slave driver! He horde his money
while forcing his workers to work overtime at slave wages without
overtime! He's an evil, vile, angry, disgusting man, whom deserved to
die! It's because of HIM that our boy is DEAD! DEAD, Joseph! All he had
to do was write us a check, and Jamal would still be alive today! It
should be HIM in this grave, not Jamal!"
 Joe tried to move in to comfort his wife, but Kim was hell bent on
blaming me for her son's death.

"Don't touch me! I know what I'm saying! You KNOW I'm right! He KILLED
our son!" she yelled, pushing away from her family. "May you Burn in
HELL, Jeremiah Scrooge!" she added, before storming from the sight in a
huff.
 Joseph followed her, running after her like a weakling. The other
mourners mummer and whispered, but soon departed as the grave attender
started to pour dirt onto the casket.

 The sight cleared out quickly. I walked up to the grave, looking down
into the open hole that held Jamal's tiny body. The attendees didn't see
me as they continued to shovel. I turned back to Red Eyes, feeling his
disapproving stare even without seeing his face.

"What?" I asked, standing in the center of a grave yard completely naked.
"That boy's death is NOT my fault! I had nothing to do with his illness,
that was a birth defect given to him by his parents! I run a business,
not a charity!"
 Again came the whiteness, sweeping us away from the cold out doors and
back into my office. This time when we entered, we weren't alone.

"What the...?" I asked, noticing a doppelganger of myself sitting behind
my desk working. The calendar on the wall read January 1st, New Years
Day, one week away. The digital clock in the corner read after 7pm.
"What's going on here?" I asked Red Eyes, to no avail. "I demand to know
what we're doing here!!" I yelled in frustration.
 Just then, I saw the door to office open slowly. My doppelganger was
hard at work fixing my books, and didn't see the figure enter the room.
They was dressed in a hooded sweat shirt, jeans and sneakers. I couldn't
see their face too clearly, as I was unable to make out if it was a man
or a woman. They stared at the ME sitting behind my desk, breathing hard
but not saying anything. After a few seconds they reached into their
sweat shirt and pulled out a gun.

"NO!" I yelled, trying to warn my other self.
 The figure aimed the gun at me, then cocked the barrel. The real me
rushed over to tackle the gun-men just as the other me lifted his head to
see the assailant.

"What are YOU doing here?" asked my double, just as the trigger was
pulled. A shot rang out, filling the room with a thunderous explosion.
The bullet passed right through the real me as I dove to save myself. I
fell straight through the shooter, phasing through him like a ghost
before hitting the floor painfully. I looked back just in time to see my
double struck in the chest with the bullet. His eyes widened as it
pierced his heart. The shocked expression on his face shown the
realization that the shot was a fatal one. He fell to the floor like a
sack of potatoes, our eyes meeting for the first time as he reached out
to me before dying. It was rather unnerving seeing ones self die such a
horrible manner.
 The shooter dropped the smoking gun onto the floor. I knew then that it
HAD to be Kim Harris (Jamal's mother). She was the one that hated me the
most, cursing me at her son's funeral and wishing me harm. It HAD to be
her. Who else would want to see me dead? The shooter turned away, and
walked slowly back towards the door as I cursed and swore my revenge on
her. Of course she couldn't hear me as she reached the door and turned
around one last time for one more look at my dying body before leaving.
This time when she turned, I recognized the facial features.

"Joe..." I whispered, watching my killer walk away.
 I got up from the floor to run after him, but was stopped cold when
Ghost Future caused a cold wind to slam the door shut on me, trapping me
inside with my own corpse.

"What the hell are you doing?!" I asked, furiously. "He's getting away!"
 I tried opening the door myself, but it wouldn't budge. I ran over to
the windows, but they were locked. The phones were disconnected, I
couldn't call the cops, nor an ambulance. When I turned around, my dead
body was gone off the floor. The room was back to normal. 'So nothing
happened yet?' -I asked myself, noticing Red Eyes on the sofa with his
robe open to reveal his enormous 14 inch hardon standing up from his lap
like a third arm. I knew what he wanted. In order for this dream to be
over and this day to never have happened, he needed to fuck me (just like
the others had). At that moment I noticed my asshole growing wet from the
two previous loads shot inside me. I walked over to the couch and
straddled my silent partner's legs, then lowered my soggy hole down on
his log.

"OOOoooo..." I moaned, feeling the massive pole split me in half as the
head and 6 inches of his thick shaft sank into me like a hot knife
through butter. I groaned heatedly as I drove my ass downward onto Red
Eye's erection. I felt like a slut as I bounced up and down on my third
dick of the evening, taking more and more of it with each descent. The
thick log stretched my anal ring tight like a strained rubberband,
growing thicker the closer I got to the base. Pain shot through my entire
body from my rectum as I dropped it like it was hot, and sat down on it
fully. Finally I felt my ass cheeks touch his lap. I felt completely
stuffed, grounding my horny hole down around in his groin.
"Fuck me...please..." I begged, biting my bottom lip to keep from crying.
I felt as if my insides were about to burst. But I knew what I needed
right now was a good, deep, hard fucking by this big hard long monster
dong. If it was a dream anyway, what harm could it cause?

 Slowly I started to rise up off his dick, my ass ring turning outward as
it clung to the thickest part of his hard oak. About half way up, I
shoved back down on it, driving it back up inside me like a plunger. The
cum lining my insides made fucking myself a little easier as it seeped
out all around the girth of his dick. I slid my ass up and down on his
slick pole, massaging his massive muscle and feeling it dig deep inside
my aching gut. His huge hands grabbed at my bouncing buns, gripping them
tight as I rode him like a bucking steed. His big thick dick dick
thrusting through me like a huge pillar, slicing my body in half with
each thrust as it lodged its way somewhere around in my stomach and chest
areas. Red Eyes allowed me fuck myself for a while as I got used to his
massiveness, watching me whore myself before finally flipping me over
onto my back on the sofa. With my legs spread wide around his body, he
started to hammer me with his gigantic rod, forcing a hard fuck as he
bore his way through my aching colon with ease.

"Oh my gosh...fuck me, fuck me!" I grunted, taking his enchanted dick.
 I looked up at his defined body, my hands running over his cut muscles
as I took in all his dark slender and glory. Below I could see about at
least 9 inches of his manhood pulling out of me before slamming back in
up to the balls. My abdomen would swell every time he rammed inward, then
would flatten back out with each withdrawal. I looked up into the dark
hood and Red Eyed cloak. He was looking back down at me as he drilled me
deeply. I could hear his grunts and growls grow louder every time he
plunged into me.

"Fuck me!" I snarled through grit teeth, spreading my legs wider to
accommodate his ghostly form. His hips slapped back and forth into my
bare buttock, his big hairy balls bouncing against the crack of my ass.
My eyes glassed over as my mind started to warp. His dick was driving me
crazy with lust. It'd been so long since I had a dick in me, now in one
day I had 3 of them pummel my anal pussy, leaving their thick, hot, wet
loads in my colon as if I were some nasty video slut. In my lust filled
state, I reached up and wrapped my hands around Red's neck, and pulled
him down towards me. He came to me easily, his cloaked face lowering as
our lips met. I kissed his full soft sensuously hot lips, feeling his
tongue slither into my mouth as I sucked upon his wet tongue. He kissed
me soulfully, making my body break into a sweat. When we parted, I pushed
his hood back to reveal his face. I gasped in shock when I realized my
Red Eyed Future Ghost was none other than Joseph Harris, -my secretary
and would be killer.
 He smiled down at me just as I started shooting semen all over my chest
and abs. Joseph slammed into me several more times, my spasming asshole
convulsing around his loose cannon. Before long, he shoved himself all
the way into me, then came off inside me like a water hose as fire
burning cum poured out of his pulsating dick to flood my bowels with it's
third load of ghostly juice.
 I passed out from the climax.

                                        * * * * *


 Morning, and I heard the voices of my staff members out in the work area
outside my door. I was asleep on the couch, fully dressed in the same
attire I wore yesterday for my arrival back into town. An empty bottle of
Jack Daniels lay on the floor beside the couch, indicating that I'd drank
myself into a drunken stupor last night. I laughed to myself when I
realized that my night of ghostly visitors, was probably just the results
of too much liquor. And here I truly thought I was headed towards certain
death if I didn't change my ways.

"Good, it was just a dream..." I whispered in relief, sitting upright on
the sofa. "It wasn't real."
 Outside my door, I heard some of my employees wishing each other a
"Merry Christmas". The calendar on my desk read December 25th, indeed it
was Christmas alright. 'Time to put a stop to this', -I thought to myself
as I hoped up from the sofa to dash any hopes they had of celebrating
today. I screamed out in agony, grabbing my abdomen as I doubled over in
pain. It felt like someone had stabbed me in the gut with a large knife.
Before I could upright myself, a sea of semen gushed from my dilated
asshole, drenching the ass of my pants and boxers in warm, wet, slimy
sperm. I felt a mass of semen running down my legs in rivers as I quickly
realized last night was NO dream!

"Oh my gosh..." I whispered, my asshole throbbing from the painful
reminder.

"Mr Jones?" called my assistant Harris as he knocked on my door. "Are you
all right, sir?"

"Yes, yes!" I yelled back, not inviting him in. Thank goodness I had a
change of clothes in my suitcase.
 I quickly stripped, cleaning myself as best I could of all the dispersed
cum before re-dressing into something appropriate. Once I felt
presentable, I stepped out of my office to greet my workers.

"Merry Christmas!" I cheered, receiving strange looks from my staff.

"Sir...? Are you all right?" asked Harris, concerned by my new found joy.

"Yes, of course! Today IS Christmas isn't it?" I asked.

"Yes..." he answered, skeptically.

"Then like I said..., MERRY CHRISTMAS to each and everyone of you!" I
said, walking over to Harris to give him a xmas hug. His stiff body
warmed up as he wrapped his arms around me to hug me back, tentatively.
"Merry Christmas!" I yelled to the rest of my staff, hugging and kissing
my stunned workers. They all looked shocked as I announced I was letting
them go back home to celebrate with their loved ones. Then they cheered
and clapped their hands when I offered to pay them holiday pay as well.
The look of joy on their smiling faces made me feel warm inside. As they
reached for their coats and hats, I came across the old Janitor whom
stared at me curiously. "Merry Christmas Larry!" I said, recalling his
nude body and long hammer from the night before. He smiled, missing teeth
from his awkward grin.

"Merry Christmas to you too, mr Jones." he said back. Then I noticed him
adjust himself with his hand, my eyes followed his dick print as he
scratched at his nuts. I quickly turned my back to him, needing another
shot of Jack to calm my frazzled nerves. Joe was calling his wife to tell
her the good news. I walked over to him, and handed him a check.

"Sir..., what's this for?" he asked, holding the phone up to his ear.

"For Jamal's operation." I said, patting him on his back. "Make sure he
has the best care money can buy. Uncle Jeremiah will see to it that he
has a full recovery." I said, walking into my office.

"THANK YOU, sir!" said Joseph. I could hear his wife screaming joyously
over the phone as I closed my door for privacy. I reached for my office
phone, then dialed security to order them to give Miguel back his job,
with a raise. I knew he'd be needing all the extra cash he could get with
a family and going to school at night, but I was rooting for him.
 Then I made one last call to LA, to talk to my ex-lover Melvin
McDaniels. He was surprised to hear from me after over 20 years. But I
have to admit, he sounded good over the phone. As luck would have it, he
was coming into town in the coming year on business. He was looking to
expand and open an office branch of his firm here on the east coast,
which meant he may be moving back into town. He and his wife had split
up, and he was single again. I felt my asshole throb as memories of our
love making filled my mind. He wanted to see me again, "for old times
sake" if I was interested in meeting him that is. I agreed, then finally
admitted how much I loved him after all these years, and never wanted to
see him go in the first place. Melvin expressed his own love for me after
all these years, saying he never forgot me, and even named his first born
son after me. We agreed to meet next month, to try to rekindle the old
flame. If our past life together was any indication, our future was about
to become A Wonderful Life!

the end
Merry Christmas
DOGG