Ah, it's now December! The gorgeous, romantic holiday season is upon us, my friends, and I've just strung a modest little line of dazzling Christmas lights about my apartment. We've placed "Chuck the Christmas Masturbator" in the movie booth arcade at work. It's a male blow-up doll which every year we place in the central, marquee area of the arcade. We put a Santa Claus hat on his head and hang a sign around his neck, urging all the masturbators to stroke their cocks and cum on him for good luck. He's already covered in spooge, especially on his face and just yesterday afternoon I saw a desperate, needy (literal) cocksucker on his hands and knees as he chewed and gnawed away on Chuck's cute little plastic pecker. Ordinarily I would have told him to cease such a degrading practice when I saw him but I was in such a good mood-- so full of the Holiday Spirit-- that I actually encouraged him, saying, "Damn, you keep sucking Chuck's cock like that and he's going to cum soon!"
"Gee, I sure hope so," the rubber cock sucker said, looking up at me with a smile. He was missing two front teeth from sucking on god-knows-what too many times in the past and actually seemed endearing to me at the time. "I wonder what old Chuck sounds like when he cums?" the man then asked.
"Probably like the air going out of a balloon," I reflected, then proceeded to walk down the hallway with my broom to sweep up a few used condoms. What I found was a pool of white fluid flowing out from underneath Booth #13. My first thought, of course, was that it was a pool of semen but it was too bright white and, though I'd mopped up plenty of puddles of cum in the past, there would have to be at least 50 guys inside that booth shooting their loads to acrue so much jizz. It actually appeared to be milk, of all things, so I opened up the booth in curiosity. There was a woman inside of it, sitting on the seat with her pants off. She had her legs spread and my werewolf nature began to howl within my soul because this babe had a fine, furry hairy pussy. It was gaping there right in full view and it took all the willpower I had not to pull out my cock and stroke it, fuck it, wrestle around with it and mangle it or something--this hairy pussy aroused me so much-- but things felt a little different once I realized it was a pussy I'd already fucked.
It was the hairy taco of Mary, a woman who had to be at least 70 years old. She was mentally ill and roamed around the porn store's neighborhood collecting cans and living off of food she found in the dumpster or what people were willing to give or buy for her. When I fucked her a few days ago it was in exchange for my giving her a couple cigarettes. I would have gladly given her the cigarettes for free but that night she was drunk or something-- she kept pawing at my crotch after I caught her digging in the porn store dumpster. I had caught her red-handed with a handful of used condoms in her hands. She was smearing them all over her face and eating the jizz, trying to get her protein, and when she saw me she asked me if she could have a couple cigarettes.
"I didn't think you smoked, Mary," I said, giving her a concerned look because it pained me to see someone in such state. Having to lick used condoms for food sucks, of course, but I mostly feel sorry for a smoker who is out of cigarettes.
"I don't," Mary said, "I'm hungry. I need something in my belly real bad."
I was a bit taken back by her intention to fucking EAT the cigarettes I was about to give her, but I wasn't about to try and reason with her. I would have even offered her some money or had walked her to the grocery store for some real food but in my previous experience with her I realized that she was beyond offering alternatives. She got something in her head and that was that; in a way she was beautiful because she had sort of transcended her animal nature. A normal person would have followed their instincts and chosen food or money, of course, if they were hungry but Mary had it in her mind to eat tobacco because it's what she WANTED and not necessarily what her old, wrinkled broken down body craved.
I handed her a couple cigarettes and she immediately dropped the condoms to the ground, shoving the cigarettes--butts and all--into her small mouth and chewing on them like it was filet mignon. The moon was full that evening; I had just finished working ten hours hanging up dildos and butt plugs, vibrators, and pricing all sorts of cheap, trashy smut movies-- hard work that nobody appreciated-- and I was tired, feeling horny and needing some love.
I always found myself connecting with Mary in some way and had often thought that if I made more money and had a bigger apartment I'd let her live with me. It was going to get cold soon; the baby Jesus will soon be born, a saviour to protect us and give us hope from the horrid, cold winter and at that moment as the white light of the moon cascaded over my werewolf cock which I now had out of my pants, I wanted nothing more than to keep Mary warm. I was helping her fill her belly but I wanted to fill her cunt, too; deep down in my heart I felt that if I fucked her hard enough and filled her with enough hot jizz that maybe it'd be enough to keep her warm and cozy throughout the entire winter.
After Mary swallowed the cigarettes with two or three big, painful gulps I grabbed her face and brought it up to mine. I looked into her icy, cold eyes, eyes that looked so old with wisdom yet young with a need to be fucked by a werewwolf by the light of a Christmas Season moon. Somehow we didn't even need to say a word to one another. It was understood that her calling that night was to be bent over and fucked hard, wildly, by a dirty, cum-stained porn-store janitor who thinks he's a werewolf. I always keep a werewolf mask behind the dumpster, inside of a plastic bag, because I like to sneak back there and wear it during working hours while I jerk off just to kill some time. Someone might ask me, "Well, if you want to kill time at work, why don't you just do it by working ?" and I would say to them that it's alot like how Mary wanted to eat cigarettes instead of food-- it might not be the most reasonable thing but it's what I want to fucking do. Jerk off. Fuck me an old, crazy cunt. Fuck yeah.
I put on my werewolf mask and began to howl. I slipped my cock inside of Mary's tight, aged cunt and it felt better than tasty tacos crawling down my stomach. Her and I were both being fed in our own way and we don't a fuck about how you do it, how you eat; how you fuck; all I cared about, the only thing in life I then felt was beautiful, was Mary's small, thin wrinkled ass in my grasp as I plowed into her while she was bent over with her hands grasping the edges of the dumpster while I howled and hissed and tried to fuck some life into the whole damn world so it would no longer need a damn Christmas miracle plopping out of a virgin twat to wrap fancy lights around and jam a star in its head to belief that life is worth living. I like Christmas and the season most of the time but during those four minutes while I fucked Mary I hated it with all my heart.
Then I saw Mary in the booth yesterday. Evidently someone had bought her some tokens or brought her in there for some head in exchange for a couple more cigarettes to eat. Or maybe she had come in seeking my help? She had a hairy pussy. She didn't have a hairy pussy when I fucked her the other night, I know this; her forgotten pubic hair had long grown gray and white and eventually fell away, leaving a hairless wrinkled, creviced pink and whitish grey mass of lips and thick flaps of labia that most times it was probably best to leave alone. Who would dream of fucking it like I had? And maybe that's what gave it life now. Maybe that's why-- as I gazed at it in astonishment yesterday-- it looked so young and furry, like the vibrant wild pubic hairs of a twenty year old!
Is that what a true Christmas miracle is these days? That a 70 year old woman can as if by magic begin growing a nice, full bush of dark black pubic hairs? But that wasn't all. I was so mesmerized by Mary's young hairy pussy that it took me awhile to realize she also had her top off. Her face, her shoulders, belly, arms and legs were all still old and wrinkled, wrapped tight around her bones, but she now had these amazing motherly breasts. They were big, bulbous and round; her nipples were large and puffy, dark reddish brown like chocolate as if filled with bursting blood-- yet they were filled with fucking MILK because Mary was sitting there smiling while she pinched her nipples, squeezed her breasts and giggled as tiny spurts of rich, white baby milk shot out!
Mary's breasts were so smeared with milk at first and covered by her hands as she fondled and squeezed them that I didn't realize she also had patches of gorgeous, brown hairs growing out of her nipples. There were all sorts of thick, beautiful long hairs sprouting out of her breasts and as I saw this, as I pondered this and thought upon this I again looked down to her hairy pussy and it occured to me that I had somehow turned Mary into a werewoman! Somehow the other night, as I fucked her underneath the full, chilly December moon and filled her with my spooky werewolf seed I had brought her over into the realm of the lycanthrope. But I am not even a real werewolf, am I? Which makes the whole situation even more mystical and mysterious to me, and as I stood in the booth with Mary, eyeing the eerie "Frankenstein-esque" combination of her young and old body parts, I got on the dirty cum-stained floor and started to inspect around her breasts for stitches, I was so delirious and bewildered; I inspected around her cunt for thread and the marks of needles, thinking maybe Mary was dead and was simply placed in the booth as a sadistic joke, sewn together with various severed body parts of Christmas-Time corpses by a spooge-drunk serial killer!
Was that killer me? I couldn't remember; I couldn't think anymore without my werewolf mask on so I ran outside to fetch it behind the dumpster. I put it on over my head, feeling much more comfortable and able to think, as I walked back into the store, towards the arcade and past my boss who saw me and shouted, "Hey! Haven't I told you not to wear that damn werewolf mask inside the store? You're going to scare away the customers!" But I didn't listen to him, obviously, and walked into the arcade, back down the hall and into Booth #13 where I still saw Mary but she appeared alot different than she had just a few minutes earlier. I could tell she was dying so I wanted to save all the milk I could, this beautiful Mary Milk so close to Christmas and I didn't know what to do! I had no idea what to put the milk in! So I let it simply squirt out of her Mary's nipples on its own as for she no longer had the strength to squeeze them; it gushed out in slow, quite intervals much like the blood from an artery that is severed as it bleeds. I walked just outside of the booth, crawled on the floor where the milk puddle was gathering and I began to lap it all up like a kitten, wanting to savor it all and soak with it my soul because my werewolf spirit craved to be blanketed in the white, flowing wet love of this make-shift liquid moon. It was the same moon from the other night when I'd fucked her; I knew this; and I also knew I had turned her into a werewoman but she was so old, her body was so battered and broken that she couldn't quite handle the possession of a newly embodied, screaming werewoman soul so it was killing her.
It got to where I simply couldn't drink anymore of the milk! I went back into the booth to watch it continue to flow from Mary's nipples which grew smaller, and turned pink, then red, then purple and then finally the size of a raisin as, with her arms lying lifelessly to her sides I watched her close her eyes and pass away. But where did the evil werewoman spirit go? I had a feeling I'd have to wait for the New Year of 2007 to find out!
