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Christmas in October

by Cactus Juggler © 2004

I’d been waiting for Tara’s big Halloween party for months. Tara and I had been friends since college. Her parties were known for being wild and fun in general, but her Halloween parties were the craziest ones of all.

The last piece to my costume had just arrived on the day that Tara called. She was calling to remind me of her upcoming Halloween bash.

“So, what are you going to wear this year?” I asked her.

When I asked her, the image of her in her previous year’s costume flashed into my mind. She’d worn this outrageous little French maid uniform that had left very little to the imagination.

The one thing about Tara that had always bothered me was the way men acted when she was around. I’m not as busty as Tara, but I’m just as pretty and I know men think my body is great. Usually when I’m with a group of women, I’m the one the men can’t take their eyes off of. When I’m with Tara, though, it’s like they don’t see me at all. She knew the effect her breasts had on men, and she wasn’t above showing them off like a complete slut if that was what it took.

So I’d become a bit competitive with her in recent months. It was pathetic really, but something about Tara just made me act funny. I’d always been bi-curious, though I’d never actually done more than kiss another woman. I think the fact that I found Tara and her big tits really attractive is part of what made me so competitive with her.

“You’ll have to come and see, won’t you? It’s even hotter than last year’s.” She laughed.

“It’s hard to believe that’s even possible.” I told her, remembering how her mammoth jugs had been practically spilling out of her top.

“Trust me; I’m going to turn some heads. How about you, what are you going to come as?” Tara asked me.

“Let’s just keep mine a surprise as well. Don’t worry though; I’m not going to try to outdo you. I know I can’t compete.”

“You mean, you won’t sink to my level, right? You know me; I’ll dress trampy if that’s what it takes to be the center of attention. That’s just the way I am.”

I laughed with her and then got off the phone as soon as I could. I felt pretty good about the secret I’d kept from her. I’d been lying when I told her I wasn’t going to try to outdo her. Outdoing her was exactly what I planned to do.

I’d bought myself a costume so sexy that she wouldn’t have a chance. I was going to go as one of the most clichéd Halloween costumes ever—I was going as the devil. Not just any devil though, a hot, trampy devil.

I thought of it when I saw the dress in a fetish shop. It was a red leather mini dress that barely made it to the middle of my thighs. I might not be able to compete with Tara’s oversized boobs, but the mini dress’s low-cut neckline and under-wire made for the best possible presentation of my chest. With matching, skin-tight high heeled boots that went up to the tops of my calves, the costume showed off my whole body. I finished the outfit off with a set of red plastic horns and matching pitchfork.

Dressed up in that get-up I’d need the pitchfork—to fight off the fawning men. This time there was no way I was going to be overshadowed by Tara at the party.

* * *

I parked down the block from Tara’s place and stepped out into the cool fall evening. I knew I looked hot that night because, as I strode along the sidewalk, I felt sexy. Everything was going great—until I saw a woman step onto the sidewalk ahead of me.

She was wearing almost exactly the same outfit that I was! Worse still, this woman was incredible looking. Not only did I not have a hope of being the sexiest woman at the party, I wouldn’t even be the sexiest devil. The air went out of me and I felt sick to my stomach.

The woman had seen me as well. She smiled at me as I closed the distance between us. She was hotter than any woman I’d ever seen. Her body was, well, perfect. I looked over her so-similar outfit before I spoke.

“Nice outfit.” I began.

“You too.” She said, and even her voice dripped heat to me.

“Maybe we should have called each other before we got dressed.” I laughed.

“Maybe.” She agreed.

“I’m Bonnie.”

I offered her my hand. She smiled as we shook hands.

“I’m the devil.”

“Well, so am I, I guess. But, what’s your name?” I asked her.

“No, I mean it. I am the devil.” She told me seriously.

She wasn’t just the hottest woman I’d ever seen—apparently she was also a loon.

“Err, that’s nice. I guess we should go inside.”

“What? Don’t you believe me? Don’t you notice the difference between us?” The woman in the devil outfit asked me.

In spite of myself I glanced down at her breasts—they were at least a cup size larger than my own. I had to do something about that boob fixation I was developing—it didn’t seem healthy.

“No, not that. My horns, look at my horns. In fact, why don’t you feel them?” She told me, leaning her head towards me.

Her horns did look different. The moment I touched them, I knew something was up. They felt like they were made of bone. They also didn’t budge when I tugged at them. They couldn’t be much more different from the plastic headband with horns that I wore. I pulled my hand back in surprise.

“Your-your horns . . .” I stammered.

“That’s right, they’re real.” She told me.

“You can’t be the devil. If you’re the devil, why did you decide to show up wearing the same exact costume as I am?” I asked her.

“I’m sorry about that—I’m afraid I have a rather active sense of humor. Here, let me soothe your fears that we’ll look like we’re dating.” She laughed.

She snapped her fingers, and her dress and boots turned black! My mouth fell open and suddenly I felt faint.

The woman in black took my arm then, guiding me off the sidewalk as a ghost and a policeman approached us. They two costumed young men walked by without noticing us, which made no sense to me. I was knew I was hot, and my strange companion even hotter, yet they hadn’t even looked our way. She noticed my surprise.

“They can’t see us. Not while I’m having this little discussion with you, Bonnie.”

“What?” I said. It was all that I could manage to say.

“Come on, Bonnie. Try to keep up here. I have horns, real horns. My dress is black now and nobody can see us. I’m the devil, and I’m here to make a deal with you.”

“What?” I repeated.

“It’s a standard type thing, really. I’m here to offer you whatever it is that you desire—for a price.”

“You mean my soul?” I asked her.

She gave me a broad smile in response. I still couldn’t believe what was happening to me, but suddenly I felt better. I was good at making deals—that was a big part of what I did for a living.

“You’re telling me I can have whatever I want, in return for my soul?”

“That’s right. One wish, whatever you want.”

I didn’t have to think about it for long. I’d played the what-would-I-do-with-one-wish game in my head as a child. I’d always thought that there was only one choice that made sense. I was already beautiful, and with what I’d wish for, riches to be easy to acquire.

“I want . . . I want to have some kind of gift that will let me make anyone I want do whatever I tell them to.”

The devil smiled at me for just a moment. There was a playful sparkle in her eyes. It seemed like she was having a good time.

“That sounds like an excellent choice on your part. Now let’s take care of a little paperwork, why don’t we?”

She produced a sheaf of papers and handed them over to me. There was quite a lot of fine print. I quickly scanned over it. Finally I flipped to the last page, where I found a line with a large X next to it. I didn’t have a pen, or even pockets for that matter. When I looked up to the devil, she held a pen and was gesturing for me to hold out my hand.

“Give me your hand.”

I lay my hand, palm up, into hers. Bringing the pen over my hand, she looked into my eyes.

“You might feel a little prick.” She told me, before she drove the tip of the pen down into my palm!

“Hey, that hurt!” I blurted.

“Now don’t be a sissy, Bonnie.” She said, removing the pen from the bleeding wound in my palm then handing it to me.

I was so excited that I rushed to sign on the line. The idea that I would soon have the power to make anybody do what I told them was intoxicating. It was a deal that I was happy to make. I was sure I was getting the better of it. I signed the contract and made to hold it back out to her. The pen and papers both disappeared right out of my hands!

“Excellent.” The devil said, before offering me her hand.

I shook her hand again, my curiosity already burning with need to try out my power.

“Am I . . . I mean, how do I do it?” I asked her.

“You don’t have your gift yet. It will come to you when you need it. Now I have to run, I’m afraid. It has been a pleasure to do business with you Bonnie.” She said.

Then she just disappeared! I stood there confused for a moment. I looked around, but she was gone. I didn’t feel any different. My devil costume wasn’t much help with the chilly October night, so I headed towards the party.

* * *

Thoughts of what I’d just seen and done bounced around in my head as I approached Tara’s door. The wound on my palm seemed real enough—but it was just all so crazy that I couldn’t get a handle on it.

I could see people milling about inside through the outer glass door. I opened the door and stepped inside. I saw Tara make her way towards me. She was at her slutty best, dressed as a double-D catholic schoolgirl. Complete with pigtails. My eyes were drawn to where her tight, white blouse was unbuttoned to show off her tits. They were supported by a wicked looking, lacy, black bra. Despite my best efforts, I had to admit that she’d outdone me again—because at that moment, forget about the guys, I wanted her.

It was at that moment, as she drew close to me, that a package appeared in my hands! I glanced down at it. It was a Christmas present, wrapped in green paper and topped with a red bow! Suddenly I remember my words to the devil. She did have a sense of humor, I had to admit. I had asked for a gift. Wondering how I could go someplace private to open it, I looked back up at Tara.

“What’s that, Bonnie?” She asked me.

Tara leaned forward a bit, and try as I might I couldn’t help but look down her top. It was like I couldn’t drag my eyes from her bulging bosom. My senses dulled by her cleavage, I noticed too late as she reached out and took Satan’s gift out of my arms!

“You didn’t have to bring anything. And you’re a little bit early for Christmas, aren’t you?” She laughed, as she pushed aside the ribbon.

“Tara, wait!” I said.

Ignoring me, Tara lifted the top off of the box. From where I stood I couldn’t see what she saw when she looked inside the package. All I could see was the amber glow that shone on her face. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of whatever was in there.

“Oh.” She murmured.

Tara’s expression went blank, and her eyes shone with glowing amber light! I looked around, but it was as if nobody else saw what was happening.

“Tara, are you okay?” I asked.

There was a flash of light that blinded me then. When I could see again, I saw that the package had disappeared. Tara’s eyes were back to normal and she was smiling at me.

“Sure, I’m great,” Tara began to tell me.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Tara was all right. I started to think that I’d imagined the whole crazy present business. It had all seemed so real. Then Tara winked at me as she continued.

“In fact, I’ve never felt better, mistress.” She continued.

I’d asked for a gift that would give me the power to make anyone I wanted do whatever I said. I couldn’t deny that I’d wanted Tara when I saw her. That damn devil, she really was quite clever. I’d intended to have the power to control anybody I wanted to, and instead she’d tricked me into only get the power to control the first person I wanted. I should have at least have said everyone I wanted—that way I’d have magic Christmas presents appearing whenever someone made me hot.

It was hard to get down about how my deal had gone with Tara standing there all hot and obedient for me. She looked at me in the sexiest way, a look that had quite an effect on me. An effect that made my pussy moisten just standing there. She was beautiful and sexy, and I was pretty sure she’d do whatever I told her.

“Tara, is there some place we can go to speak privately?” I asked her.

“Yes, mistress. Will my bedroom do?”

I smiled widely at her.

“That’s just what I had in mind.” I answered.

* * *

We didn’t speak on the way to her bedroom. She led me up the stairs and down the hall to her door. With the door closed behind us, I found my heart pounding in my chest. I was so turned on at that moment, but I felt apprehensive about finally fulfilling my lesbian fantasies. What I was doing to Tara was wrong, but she looked so fucking hot in that damned schoolgirl outfit that I couldn’t stop myself.


“Yes, mistress?” She answered.

She didn’t seem to mind whatever had been done to her—in fact, she seemed happy herself. From the way she was looking over my body I got the impression that she was as hot for me as I was for her. Somehow it made me feel a lot better.

“Have you ever . . . well, have you ever been with a woman?”

“Mmmmm, yes, mistress.” Tara moaned, as if remembering something wonderful.

“Have you ever, umm, thought about me that way?”

“Oh yes, mistress.” She breathed the words in a way that made my pussy tingle.

“Tara, would you take off your top for me?” I softly requested.

“Yes, mistress.”

She stripped out of her top without hesitation. She didn’t seem to wonder at all why she was doing what I told her. She just seemed so happy.

“The bra too. And Tara? Drop the mistress thing. You can call me Bonnie, okay?”

“Yes, Bonnie.”

When her bra came away from her tremendous breasts my breath caught for a moment. They were so wonderful looking. I had to have them. Watching her, I cupped the heavy weight of her boobs in my hands. They felt so soft and feminine. She just smiled down at me as I sucked her nipple into my mouth, and then traced a little circle around it with my tongue. Her breast had a gentle female fragrance about it, a smell that drove me wild.

Pulling away from her breast I sat down on her bed and looked up at her, standing there with her big breasts hanging out as if it were perfectly normal.

“Tara, aren’t you wondering why you’re doing whatever I tell you?” I asked her.

“Not really.” She said.

“You should know. I—well, I made a deal with the devil. I signed away my soul to gain the power to make you do whatever I want. I’m sorry, Tara.” I apologized to her.

“Okay.” She chirped.

“You’re not mad at me?” I asked.

“Can I ask you a question, Bonnie?”


“Your plans for me, do they include filthy, perverted acts of lesbian sex?”

“Err, well yes.” I admitted.

“Then, no—I don’t mind at all.” She smiled again.

I was so turned on at that moment. All the fantasies I’d ever had about being with a woman exploded in my brain. I kissed her then, and it was spectacular. She matched ever bit of my horny hunger, her soft mouth connecting to mine in a way that made my knees weak. When we finally broke the kiss I was nearly breathless.

“Please me, Tara.” I implored her.

“I thought you’d never ask.” She laughed.

She kissed her way down my neck, pausing only to pull the straps from my dress down, over my shoulders. Her mouth trailed lower, onto my chest. Tara tugged the top of my dress down, letting my breasts fall free. She kissed and licked her way all over my tits and the soft brushes of her lips and tongue drove me wild. I was so hot for her that I couldn’t think. All I could do was lie back on her bed and let the sensations wash over me.

While she teased my nipples with her tongue I felt her hand slid up my thigh and under my short dress. Her fingers massaged my wet slit through my panties as she began to suck, hard, at my tit. My clit was already throbbing then, and I gasped at how wonderful it felt.

Moans escaped my mouth when her fingers began gently massage my clit through my panties while she continued to kiss and suck at my breasts. It wasn’t long before I felt myself approaching the edge, then plunging over it as I came. She suckled at my breasts until my breathing finally calmed enough that I could speak. She started to slither down my body, kissing her way down the front of my dress as she moved towards were her hand still caressed my crotch.

“I want to lick you.” She told me.

I wanted the same thing, but I thought to myself that maybe I could make it even better for her. I caught her shoulders, pausing her movement, and looked into her eyes.

“Tara, you love pleasing me. Nothing makes you happier, right?”

“Oh, yes Bonnie.” She moaned

“From now on, the biggest turn on in the world for you is my pussy. The sight, smell and taste of it drives you wild. The taste of my cum is so wonderful that it makes you cum.”

Moaning with need, she nodded to me.

“Yes Bonnie.”

I smiled down at her again, and then I worked my fingers under my dress to grab at the hips of my panties.

“Now help get these off of me.”

“Yes ma’am!”

I worked my soaked panties down off of my hips and Tara dragged them off of my legs. Before I could give her the command, Tara practically dove between my legs on her own. Her tongue plunged into my slit and it felt divine.

She ate me with a hunger that was incredible. Her tongue felt like it was everywhere, dancing all over my pussy and dipping inside me with fervent need that made me feel so sexy. She wanted to please me so badly, and feeling that made me so horny that I came in no time. Gasping and moaning I fought for breath as I bucked and shook against her.

I was barely aware then that Tara was cumming as well. Her moans were muffled by my crotch as she continued to lick me even while she came herself. It felt like the room was a sauna, the air burning up around us from the heat we were generating.

I barely had time to fully experience my orgasm, grunting and clutching fistfuls of her bedspread as I came, before Tara was gently coaxing me onward again. Licking, sucking and teasing at my clit with fantastic skill, she brought me to that dizzying mindless peak once more.

I had to push her away, for I couldn’t possibly cum again without being left with permanent brain damage. I stroked her hair as I caught my breath and my world settled into a state of dreamy perfection.

* * *

When we emerged from Tara’s bedroom a half hour later, we were both sweaty and sated.

We helped straighten each other’s clothing and hair before we headed back towards the stairs. I’d still be writhing on her bed if it weren’t for my fear that someone come looking for the hostess of the party and find us.

“So, are you happy with the deal you made?” Tara asked me, as I brushed aside a lock of her hair.

I thought about her question for just a second. Smiling, I grabbed her ass and pulled her to me before I answered.

“Absolutely. You’re fantastic.”

“But aren’t you worried about having promised the devil your soul?”

“That’s the best part, sweetness. I really screwed that old devil. She must have had some kind of paperwork mix-up. Remember, I’m an attorney—I don’t have a soul.” I laughed, and then we made our back to the party, hand in hand.

- The End -