0 comments/ 10490 views/ 0 favorites Once More By: arbenitre His cock rammed the breath out of her. Slammed into her diaphragm so hard, she had only gasps for the orgasm that should have had her screaming. Worse, her body wracked with shudders and convulsions stopping her from even attempting to try catching it. Speech was out of the question and thought was "forget about it". Another thrust and another burst of "hnnnmmnnn". She couldn't even get out a moan, let alone a scream. The next shove seemed even harder and she shook and shimmied. Somewhere in her mind she knew he had grown harder and larger and was going to shoot his cream in her. Had she had thought, she would have wanted it to fill her and run down her legs, but he'd forced any hope of coherence from her with her air. Her next lucid feeling was his trembling collapse against her ass. She was going to drift off to sleep and never put shape to the nebulous contemplations that would have developed non stop had he not (literally) driven rationalism from her. There was a vague formulation of the taste of his cock with their cum juices mixed and saturated into the smooth, soft skin. How it tautens and stretches as she cleans it. The more thorough the cleansing, the bigger it grows. She knows her eyes glancing at him with her delight dancing in them will eventually cause him to say "you just won't leave it alone until you get your last fucking, will you?" If she pleads "once more?" She'll feel him harden completely and jump to her throat. Then she'll get that thrashing. That pounding, slamming demanding fucking that takes all that is left of her senses and shoves them out her mind. It's not that she wasn't already so well fucked that she wouldn't have just curled up and slipped into a coma for hours, it's that she knew she'll take his last drop. His last bit of potency. He'll be as done as she is. It gives her her only measure of control knowing that she can wiggle her ass, flash her tits and make him want her beyond just the sex. She can take him as completely as he takes her and once more. She feels his cock harden, not on her lips, but deep in her self. She savors their combined tastes not on her tongue, but all the way in her soul. When she felt that hazy pat on her bottom that told her he was getting up to go, she could barely muster the energy to turn on the mattress and reach for him one more time. Stretch her hand for his flaccid penis, wrap her fingers around it and bring it to her lips. Oh the taste! The smell of their nectar. She bathed him like a cat. Her tongue flicking out and experiencing the flavor of each inch. Area by area, piece by piece. She licked and licked. Each time she cleaned a bit, there would be more that grew until it was full size and straining for her. "Once more?" She begged in that seductive voice. The satiated eyes leaking lust from the corners. The smooth head fit just in her open lips as her tongue flickered to and fro, taking the last of the aftertaste of them together. A moan escaped as his hand came to rest on the back of her head, applying the slightest pressure. Was the moan hers or his? She knew only it was more like the essence she'd sampled, some of each and more of both. He seized her shoulders (where did he have the strength?), threw her over the edge of the mattress she'd somehow crawled across, grabbed her ass and ploughed his rock hard whistle clean pole fully through her. He pummeled her to the very rim of her existence and beyond. Took her breath, her thought, her essence. Took her. Was it a dream that had her licking him hard once more and taking the frantic hammering? Was it once more after the once more that had left her stunned and blank? Curled up as she was, long into the late afternoon, it could have been either and both. Smiling, she drifted off again. There was always once more. Once More, For Old Times Sake He keyed the door, and held it open as me and our guest made our way in. I quickly moved towards the sofa, and lowered myself down on it, throwing my high-heeled feet up next to me. I could tell he was acting kinda funny, slowly emptying his pockets on the table, pretending to check his phone, etc. I knew he was giving our guest time to take the empty spot next to me on the couch. This was all becoming very real to me, and I was nervous and incredibly excited at the same time. He sat down at the desk and started rolling a joint, while me and my friend made small talk on the couch. He took a big pull and handed it me. I took a hit and passed it over to my friend, who inhaled deeply, and blew a cloud of smoke in my face. "Just like old times, right?" he said, with a wry smile. He was always a bit of a cocky guy, and he was a little drunk too, so I suppose he wasn't trying to hide his intentions. He was going for it, and he seemed pretty sure knew he was going to get it. He stood up and handed my husband the joint, then sat back down on the couch, a few inches closer this time. My husband got up and asked if anyone wanted a drink. We said sure, and he went to go get some out of the fridge in the little kitchen area. "uhhh, my feet are aching from these heels" I said, and reached to take them off. "The price of being sexy hunh?" he said, inching closer again. "Allow me." He took my high-heeled feet in his hands, and slowly undid the straps and slid them off, one at a time. His hands swept across the soft soles of each foot as he did so, our eyes fixed. I'm pretty sure my little dress was hiked up almost to my waist, and he could probably see my panties, but he never took his eyes away from mine. He continued to sensually work my feet over with his hands. He was running his fingers and palms all over them, from the back of my ankles, across the soles, slowly stroking each toe between his fingers. "What the fuck was happening here?" was all I could think, but it was getting too late to worry about it anymore. It felt amazing, and I was heating up, fast. "She loves a good foot massage, don't you babe?" My husband was back with the drinks. Shit, how long was he standing there I wondered. Oh well... "Yeah, I know she does" he blurted out, staring into my eyes and smiling. He took his hands off of me to grab his drink, but left my feet lying in his lap. I could feel his cock slowly swelling with my feet, and I was getting hotter and wetter. Ohhhh, did I mention he had a beautiful cock? Just amazing. It wasn't too long, about 5-6 inches, just right for me. It was nice and thick, enough that when I closed my hand around it to jerk him off it felt massive. And it was always rock-hard every time we fucked. Oh and it had this beautiful, big round head on it. I used to love to run my tongue all around it, and suck it tightly with my lips. No matter how wet I got, he could always make me feel that tight stretch when he pushed it inside me. Aaanyhow, got off track a little. Back to the story... "Well I've got nothing to add to the reminiscing, and I'm itching to gamble some more, so I'm gonna head back down to the casino. You guys have fun catching up on old times." With that, he walked out the door. I don't even know if the door had fully closed before his hands were all over me. With one hand he pushed my bare feet down against his growing cock and the other made its way under my dress. I was shaking with anticipation and excitement as his hand slowly climbed higher up my leg, and he leaned in towards me. Instinctively I moved towards him too, and our tongues met. We kissed passionately for a few minutes, while his hand ran up and down the inside of my thigh, gently pushing my legs further and further apart with each stroke. He pressed his hand against my wet panties and started playing with my pussy through them. He always knew exactly where and how to touch me, I was overheating. He had his mouth on my neck and his hand was now pulling the edge of my thong to one side, exposing my swollen pussy. Just as his fingers found my wet hole and were about to slide in, he stopped, pulled his hand away and stood up in front of me. I reached out for his belt, but he took my hands and stood me up too. He reached down, grabbed the bottom of my dress and lifted it over my head. Standing in just my bra and panties, he put his hands on my hips, then my tits. "Damn, you still look incredible. Your legs, your ass, wow. And those tits...as perfect as they were in college." He reached around my back and instantly my bra was off. He knelt if front of me and kissed and sucked on them for a minute, then pulled me back down on the couch. He kissed my pussy through my panties, licking tiny circles around my stiffening clitoris. Ohhhhhhh, yes, please...eat my pussy, I thought. No one ever went down on me quite like he did, and I had missed that so badly. He took the sides of my thong in his hands and guided them down my legs and off of me. I spread my legs wide for him, inviting him in. He did, and began to lap at my pussy with big swipes of his tongue, all over the outside of my lips, pausing to rub it against my clit, and dip the head of his tongue inside my wetness. I put my hands on his strong shoulders and held on to him while he licked my pussy expertly. Ohhhhhh, looking down and seeing him between my legs again after all this time made me crazy. I started to moan his name, as I grew hotter and hotter, and I knew I would come soon. "Yes, oh yes, make me come with your tongue, oh yes" I whispered to him, as I wriggled my hips against him. He pressed his tongue harder against me and moved in sync with my hips, steadily increasing speed. I was nearing orgasm, and sensing it, he suddenly withdrew from between my legs, and knelt beside my head on the couch. "Oh no, no it's not gonna be that easy baby, do you forget?" He said to me. I knew what was next. He took my hand and put my fingers in his mouth and sucked on them, then placed them firmly on my pussy. "Play with that pussy for me. I want to watch you." I couldn't resist, it was futile. I started masturbating, while he knelt next to me, kissing me, stroking my hair, rubbing my body. Soon my hand was furiously rubbing my clit, while he leaned over me, kissing me on my neck, on my lips, whispering in my ear. "Come on baby, I wanna see you come. Make yourself come. " I could feel his words all the way down to my swollen pussy, like it was 20 years ago. He started to play with himself too, and the sight of his thick tool in his hands drove me wild. "Play with that pussy. I want you to come for me" he continued, rocking back on his knees in front of me, running his hands up and down my legs, rubbing my feet, watching me masturbate. He was stroking his cock slowly, his big hand gliding up and down that beautiful fat shaft, staring intently into my eyes. I lost it. "Ohhhh my god, I'm coming. Holy shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit, I'm coming, I'm cooooooming,ooooooooooohhhhh!!" I threw my head back, continuing to moan and pant, as I slowed the speed of my hand. Just as I began to recover from the last spasm, he moved back between my legs and he slowly popped the fat head of his cock inside me. "Oh fuck..." I groaned, and I think I came again instantly. I lifted my head up to look at him as he started to fuck me. He pushed his thick cock in and out of me slowly and rhythmically, speeding up, then slowing down. Oh my goodness, what a cock. I reached for my clit, but he swiftly grabbed my wrist, and pinned my hand on the couch behind my head. "I don't think so..." he said. He always loved to tease me, sometimes not letting me come until he said so. He continued fucking me like this, ever so slowly, holding my hands behind my head, leaning in to kiss me and bite my nipples every so often. He was driving me insane, and he was loving it. That's what made me love hooking up with him so much. He was masterful at getting me hot, and I had the most incredible orgasms. Seems he hadn't lost a step. He let go of my hands, and grabbed my hips and started to thrust more forcefully. Instinctively my fingers went right back at my clit, as I was on the edge and wanted to come so badly. He grabbed my wrist and held my arm up, licking the moistness off of my fingers. "Don't make me have to tie those hands..." he said to me, pulling his cock from inside me. "Do what I tell you to do ok?" "Ok" I moaned. "Please keep fucking me" With that, he pushed back inside of me, grabbed my hips again and started to fuck me with a purpose. I obeyed his wishes, though I wanted to rub my pussy so badly, so I could explode. He slid his big hands under my ass and in one motion scooped me off the couch, my legs straddled around him, his cock buried deep inside me. I threw my arms around his neck and ran my tongue along his beautiful lips, till I found his tongue. He was bouncing me up and down on his hard erection while my tits bounced against his chest. I could feel his strong arms against my thighs as he held me up, my feet dangling at his sides. Ohhhh, it was sooo hot feeling his hard body holding mine, thrusting that beautiful cock in and out of me. He walked over to the wall and pushed my back against it, and continued pulsing into my slippery pussy. He held me here for a few minutes, nibbling and sucking on my neck, my lips, my tongue. I felt weightless in his arms, and I felt his thick rod inside me. It was insane. He fucked me like this until I came again. He pulled me off the wall and went over to the couch and sat down, his erection still buried to the hilt. I took over at that point, and started bouncing up and down on that hard, thick steel. I was in another world of erotic bliss, and I fucked him like I don't think I ever fucked him before. I was grinding my pussy against him, bouncing up and down on his cock, kissing him, biting him, you name it. I could not stop. He grabbed onto my hips and pushed his cock as far up as it could go, and held it inside there, sliding me back and forth on top of him. I was on the edge of coming the whole time, but he wouldn't let it happen. He pulled me off of him, spun me around, and sat me back down on his dick. Normally I didn't like it like this, but he was the only one who could fuck me this way and make me cum. He pulled me back so I rested on his chest, and he played with my tits while he kissed and sucked on my neck. He took my hand and placed it on my pussy, and whispered to me to go ahead and play. I started to work my clit while he thrusted harder and faster. He had his hands on my face, turning me towards him as we kissed ferociously, while I rubbed my pussy faster and faster, till I came again, all over his cock. He stopped, and I went limp on top of him for a moment. Then he pushed me up and I got on my hands and knees on the floor. His hard dick never left my pussy. He began to fuck me again, this time from behind, his hands on my hips. He went nice and slow, so I could feel every thick inch of it going in and out of me. He pulled it out and I felt his tongue up and down my ass. He did this for a few seconds, a few amazing seconds, then I felt the fat head of his cock pressing against me again. I pushed back on it, I had to have it back inside me. He leaned over me and grabbed my tits in his hands, pinching my nipples lightly as he started stroking in and out of me again. He licked the back of my neck all over, his hot breath in my ear, driving me crazy. He put his hands on my back and nudged me down, and I obliged, lowering my head to the floor and pushing my ass up in the air. That must have been the signal for him because he grabbed onto my hips again and started fucking me like he meant it. I was so delirious from fucking and coming I just let him loose and enjoyed the ride. He grabbed my hair with one hand and pulled back on me, lifting my face off the ground. I could see myself in the mirror, and his beautiful body behind me, and I came again. Suddenly his thrusts got faster and faster, and I could see in his face he was ready to come. He started grunting, as he pumped away at me, the sounds of his body slapping against mine getting louder and louder. He pulled his cock out and started moaning loudly. I could feel the hot liquid on my back, as he exploded in orgasm. He slumped over on the floor, grunting and panting. I rolled over next to him, and pressed my hot, sweaty body against his, trying to recover. Rob got up, pulled me towards him and kissed me, slowly, passionately, as he spread my ass open with his hands. Oh fuck I couldn't possibly take anymore, please I prayed he wouldn't take me again. Instead he lightly ran his finger just inside my pussy for a few moments, never taking his lips from mine. He pulled away, and he put his finger in his mouth and gently sucked on it. He turned away to get dressed, while I tried to collect myself. He gathered his things, kissed me one last time, and left. I was still naked, and electrified. I turned to see the bedroom door, slightly cracked open. I walked into the bedroom and without a word slid the sheets down and lay next to Mike. I reached down and pulled his hard cock out of his shorts, and began to stroke it. I put my lips to his ear and whispered... Once More, Really Hard Angela stood off to the side leaning against the wall looking incredibly bored by her own standards she couldn't imagine what everyone else at this party thought if she thought she looked this bored. She was wondering how she could make her escape when she saw him walk into the room. Like the fucking poster child for the Carly Simon song "You're So Vain". Damn him. Why did he have to show up here tonight? He didn't even like the bitch they were here to honor tonight. She was only here because her girlfriends had dragged her to this stupid party, "free booze" had been their refrain and, well she really didn't want to spend another Friday night in the bar. Now came the fun part trying to be invisible, which shouldn't have been that hard except, oh fuck he was heading straight for her. She tried to merge with the tacky floral wallpaper, but apparently that wasn't working for her because he stopped right in front of her. "Hello Ange? How are you doing this evening?" he asked. She thought to herself I'd be a whole fucking lot better if you weren't here, but she didn't say it out loud instead she said "I'm fine Ted how are you?" I'm wishing you would get struck down by twelve bolts of lightning right now that's all. He laughed, "I somehow don't think you're sincere in wanting to talk to me." She smiled sweetly at him "Whatever gave you that idea you vain, self serving man whore." She fumed as she stomped away from him only to be stopped when he grabbed her arm. "Do you really want to do this here?" he asked from between clenched teeth "because damn it I told you that never happened and that she made it up but you just couldn't fucking believe me." "You're right," she told him with acid in her voice "I don't want to do it at all. I'm leaving now. You can do me a favor and never speak to me again." Fuck, fuck, fuck what was wrong with her? She swore that it would not degrade into this. She was better than this. So what if she found his very redheaded, very slutty secretary's underpants in his couch, because they had to be hers because God knows you could see them when she bent over at the office. She had to stop this because this was not helping her in the revenge fuck arena if she was this bitter. She got in her car and sat there trying not to cry, damn him. Ted stared down into his drink, even more morose than when he got to the party. Patty had called him and told him Angela would be here tonight and that she was pretty sure she was miserable without him. Of course she'd also told him that if he was really was a lying, cheating, son of a bitch she'd cut his balls off for hurting her best friend. That was enough to make any man want to tell the truth. Angela had never believed him. She'd always sworn that a pair of panties in his office couch was gospel. Never mind the fact that he'd fired Ginger the next day for pulling that shit. Fuck it he couldn't do this anymore, he was pretty damn sure she was going home and he was sick of it. Sick of not having her, not being able to come home and fuck her anymore, and it wasn't just that she turned on his mind too. The idea of someone else having her made him want to slam his fist into the wall. He couldn't live like this; he was going to turn into a fucking lunatic at this rate. Someone tried to stop him on his way out, but he just brushed her off and went to find his car. He was ending this one-way or the other tonight. Angela was curled up on her couch in her robe and slippers bawling her eyes out...again. God she needed help or Valium...that might work. But she'd always hated pills they made her feel worse in the morning than the temporary fix they gave her. She was just starting to fade into blissful tear induced oblivion when someone started beating on her door. If I ignore them they'll go away she thought. Not that she wanted to see anyone period she was sure she looked like shit now, she hadn't even bothered to take off her makeup. This was wonderful they wouldn't go away. She got up and looked through the peephole onto her doorstep and "What the fuck?" she said aloud. What was Ted doing here? "I know you're in there Angie. Open the damn door so I can talk to you. Please." Ted said from the other side of the door. She opened the door slowly. "It was the please that got the door open, but I'm not letting you in the house." She told him with her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She wouldn't look him in the eye, God because then he'd know she'd been crying...over him. Was there no justice in the world? And just when she wasn't paying attention he kissed her and she really couldn't think anymore. He didn't taste like the liar she accused him of being. He tasted wonderful and his tongue was doing all sorts of nice things to her mouth, especially once she opened it and his tongue slipped in to meet hers. Fuck, no, no, no, lying, cheating son of a bitch and she pushed him away fuming and defiant beneath the haze of pure lust. "Why the fuck did you do that? She demanded "Because, I still fucking want you." He shouted, "I didn't fuck my secretary no matter what you may think or believe. I wouldn't have done that to you. I'm not that man damn it and why do you insist on believing the fucking worst about me all the damn time?" "You gave me no fucking reason to believe you." She screamed at him "You didn't deny it and you acted like I was crazy" Fuck she couldn't believe this and sick part was she was still hot for him. "Oh to hell with it." She said and jumped on him and knocked him back against the door. She attacked his mouth and wrapped her legs around his waist grinding herself against him. Her hands were in his hair and his were on her ass holding her right there against him. She moaned loudly as he gained his balance and turned them around so she was pressed against the wall. Holy shit Ted thought, what just happened here? One minute they were yelling at each other and the next she was jumping on him like he was the last boat off the island. He was so going with this and he grabbed her and pinned her to the wall. He reached between them and untied the belt of her robe so it fell open and oh my GOD she was completely naked under there. Hot flesh met his hands and someone made a noise and he had no idea which of them it was. He cupped her breasts since her legs were wrapped around his waist, and ran his thumbs over her nipples. She arched into his hands and slid his mouth over her neck running his tongue all over her body. She tugged at his shirt trying to pull it out of his pants. "Off." She moaned as she worked at undoing his tie and pulled at the buttons on his shirt. Somehow they got it off. He had to slow her down or this would be all there was and he knew it. "Unwrap your legs," he whispered in her ear. "What are you going to do?" she asked "Take you." He told her as her legs slid out from around him and she pressed up against him all the way down to the floor. And then he proceeded to do just that. He took her mouth and slid his tongue inside while one of his hands slid between her legs where he stroked her clit. She was wet and slick against his hand and she was moving in a rhythm with his hand. He was pretty certain it wouldn't take much to make her come. He moved his hand back up her thigh and she whimpered. "Touch me... please. Oh God I want you inside me so bad Ted. Now." "Not yet Angie." He told her. "Make me come now." She told him "It doesn't have to be with your cock, but give me one and I'll definitely repay you." "My way." He said, "You've called the shots all along. I'm in charge this time." She looked at him stunned and her eyes were slightly glazed and took advantage of that and dropped to his knees in front of her he looked up at her and picked one leg up and draped it over his shoulder. He turned his head and ran his tongue up her thigh until he found her hot pussy with his mouth. He slid his tongue over her clit and licked. He could hear her moaning and her hands were in his hair and he began to suck. She was panting now, her moans harsh and getting louder. And then stopped and moved to the inside of her other thigh. "You better have a fucking good reason for doing that." She told him. He kissed his way up her belly and stopped to look up at her. "My way." He said and continued his journey. He released her leg and finally pushed the robe off her shoulders. He was standing now and she took complete advantage of the situation and grabbed for his belt, unbuckling it and releasing his pants to drop so his cock sprang free. "Who agreed this got to be all your way?" she asked him as she fell to her knees before him. "I guess you didn't agree." He said as his eyes almost rolled back in his head when she took his cock in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around him and licked the head. Jesus, he thought I might not be able to stay standing. And then she reached and cupped his balls in her hand as she worked him. She had Ted's cock in her mouth and oh God it felt good. He was in her mouth right now but she really wanted him inside her. She continued to suck and his hands were in her long blonde hair at first she thought urging her forward, but then she realized he was trying to pull her back. "I want to come inside you too." He told her "Five minutes ago actually." She laughed and stood up licking her way up his body as she went. He freed himself from his pants and picked her up and pinned her to the wall driving his cock deep inside her. She moaned and her head fell back against the wall. He used the opportunity to suck on her neck as he drove harder and harder. "Oh yeah, fuck me faster Ted...now." And she could feel him pumping inside her; she was sliding up and down his cock. She was getting tighter and tighter and she arched her back came in a hot blinding rush. All she heard through the white noise in her head was the sound of him shouting her name and then she went limp against him. She thought he very well might be swaying as his head was resting against the wall. Her head was resting on his shoulder and she could still feel him inside her. "Don't you fucking drop me on this floor." She muttered in his ear. He chucked. "Aren't you the bossy one when we just screwed each other's brains out?" "I'm always bossy, that's why you like me. And maybe you weren't fucking your secretary." "What?" he asked her in quite the disbelieving tone. "I'm thinking you seem like you've gone without for an awful long time and if you really had been banging her for the last six months you wouldn't have been able to pull that off quite so well." He looked her in the eye. "What the fuck? That's all it took? I guess I have my work cut out for me then." He said as he slid out of her and threw her over his shoulder. "What the hell are you doing?" she laughed "Proving myself." He laughed as he hauled her up the stairs to her bedroom. Once More Through the Wardrobe Door This story contains no sex, if you're looking for some, your search needs to continue. Thank you. * It was that time of year again. Susan was on the phone to her little Sister Lucy. "Has Peter found him yet?" She asked. The phone was held to her ear by her shoulder as she finished off the last few stitches to complete the scarf on her lap. "Oh Sue. No, no he hasn't. They think he may have skipped the country. Why oh why he went so mean again, I'll never know." Lucy was getting ready for work. Her white uniform already sullied by a drop of strawberry jam that had fallen from her toast earlier that morning. "Peter will find him." Susan said with an air of confidence. "There is still a couple of days to go. Have you spoken to Peter lately?" "No," Lucy replied, pulling her face into a dramatic frown as she buttons up her thick winter coat. "he is still being strange with me. I cannot believe he thinks I wrote the letter from Mr Tumnus. Why doesn't he remember Susan?" "He's entered another world now Lu. He's in a political world where he is surrounded by lies and deceit-it jades him. I wouldn't worry Lu, he will remember in his own sweet time." "You always say the right thing Susan. I must be going though, Sister will have my guts for garters if I turn up late again!" "Alright then Lu." Susan said, a smile breaking across her face as she held up the finished pink scarf before wrapping it around her neck. "I need to go and get Mummy's tablets now anyway. I will see you on Saturday, Lu!" Susan put the phone down upon its gleaming white stand and put her coat on. "I'm just going out Mummy." She stuck her head around her mothers bedroom door. Her mother was softly snoring, her pale face relaxed in sleep. Susan shut the door carefully and wandered off to the chemist to pick up this weeks cocktail of drugs. Poor Mummy can't look after herself now, and being the good daughter she was Susan had left her job to take care of her. Mummy barely knew her now, but Susan knew she was still the mother she knew and loved deep down inside. Susan was a solitary kind and did not mind being cooped up with just Mummy for company. She had had a life time of excitement as a child and now, as she was nearing her fortieth solitary year, she was glad of the quiet life. She spoke to no-one but Lucy about those days. She held her old friends Aslan, Tumnus, the Beavers and all the rest of those she had befriended as a child, dear to her heart. She looked forward to the letters Lucy would sporadically receive. Poor old Lucy, She missed Narnia the most and had not seemed to have grown up one jot since that first summer. Maybe it was because she discovered the place first? Maybe working with those poor, sick children just brought her closer to that magical world than her older, more cynical siblings? Susan didn't really know and didn't really have the inclination to work it out. Quickly she strode back home, eager to start on the next scarf; this years Christmas offering for each of her siblings. Lucy was late again. Sister gave her a despairing look as she disappeared on to the ward, but talking to her young friends soon helped her forget the disapproving look of her superior. "Have you been again?" She asked Nine year old Toby. "Just once, the other day." He answered, his big eyes sparkling. "Oh do tell me Toby, oh please do!" She exclaimed excitedly as she pretended to fluff up the young lads pillows. "I couldn't get there till after lights out. It was a right pain finding the right cupboard in the dark!" He smiled nervously. " When I got there it was lovely. My arm was all healed and everything. I played for hours with all them lovely creatures. Oh, Lucy look in my drawer!" He exclaimed excitedly. " Has he written? Oh please say he has!" She exclaimed breathlessly. She opened the drawer and there was a wrinkled piece of parchment with her name inscribed upon it. "Oh thank you Toby!" She exclaimed excitedly, "You must tell me more later. I will have to go now though or I shall get into even more trouble than I am in already!" Lucy spent the rest of the day with her head in the clouds, well, more aptly with her head through the wardrobe. On the bus home she read her letter: Dearest Lucy. I am so glad to hear you and the other royals are well. I hope your Christmas gathering is much fun and you enjoy being with your wonderful brothers and sister once again. I am, as always, busy, happy and missing you daily. I do not have much time to write I am afraid as my candle is down to the stub and the firelight is not enough to write by. I will pass this to your lovely friend Toby and I hope it will find you well. Yours with great Affection, Mr Tumnus For a fellow with cloven hooves, he wrote beautifully. Lucy was happy to read he was okay, but was once again saddened by the lies she had been forced to tell him. If she we're to tell him the truth about her siblings he would be so sad. Susan, never one for adventure, had grown quieter and more reclusive by the day. Peter had gone into politics (not surprisingly really, he was always the leader) and had completely lost all his memories of their time as children in Narnia and Edmund, poor dear Edmund. Why had he gone so bad? Edmund was blissfully unaware of all this, or should it be said that Andrew Tillgate, formally deceased and suddenly resurrected in a rush some seven days ago, was happily pottering about his quaint cottage in the countryside. He prepared to eat one of Mrs Farmers delightful scones whilst swaying to and fro in his olde worlde rocking chair. It had all been so easy. He never meant to make money from it, but people expected to pay through the nose for a magic wardrobe complete with fur coats. It started out as just one for Jerry. Jerry's seven year old son Joe used to love Edmunds tales of Narnia. Jerry decided for Joes birthday it would be lovely to get him a wardrobe so he could pretend he could escape to Narnia. Well Edmund took on the task finding an old fashioned wardrobe and he filled it with fur coats. Jerry was completely amazed and gave Edmund eight hundred quid for his trouble. Edmund didn't want to take it but Jerry insisted. Joe loved it and swore blind he had actually visited Narnia, for all Edmund knew, he had. News spread and soon many parents from Joe's posh private school wanted one. So Edmund started to provide them. The wardrobes differed and the fur coats were often fakes but people loved them. Eventually he was making a grand on each wardrobe. That was until some kid complained that there was no Narnia in his wardrobe and his rich TV boss father announced the "Wardrobe Wonder Con" on the national news. Suddenly Edmund was being sued from all sides and had to take desperate measures to escape. Ahh well. All is well that ends well, surely? Just as he finished the last bite of scone he heard a rap on the door. "Hold On Mrs Farmer, I'll be a moment." "Blummin' eld fool will want her Tupperware," Edmund muttered as he wandered into the kitchen. "least she feeds me well!" He had fallen on his feet in this rural village in the middle of Nowherhampton, England. All the old dears adored him and there was that cute girl from down the road who kept giving him bedroom eyes. Yes, it was well near time he settled down, especially now he'd made his money. He opened the door expecting to see the wrinkled face of his neighbour, when he didn't he gawped in surprise then frantically tried to bang the door shut. A foot in the doorway was preventing it's closure. "Oh Edmund, what have you gotten yourself into?" Peter said as he pushed open the door and ducked his head to avoid a low beam. "It wasn't my fault!" Edmund squealed, waving his hands in front of him, frantically. "What?" Peter snapped, his tall and athletic frame was intimidating, swathed in a very expensive charcoal grey suit. "You conned those poor unknowing parents into buying those fake wardrobes didn't you?" "They we're only meant to be pretend." Edmund's lower lip stuck out in a well practised pout. "It was the kids who said they actually got to Narnia, not me!" "Why the hell you were telling them of that made up place, goodness only knows." Peter muttered as he strode purposefully into claustrophobic feeling living space. Peter seemed to fill the whole room. "It wasn't made up old chap." Edmund protested. "You..." "Oh stop being so childish Edmund. You don't think I believe that old childhood imagination tosh now do you? For goodness sake man, we made it up!" His cheeks blazed red with powerful indignation. "And you're even more of a fool than I imagined you were if you believe it!" "But Peter..." "Don't but me any buts, Edmund, you're in serious trouble my lad." Not only was Peter Edmund's tyrannical and superior older brother, he was in fact a politician. A high up one at that. "You won't turn me in will you, old chap?" Edmund asked with a nervous laugh. "And ruin my good name further? I think not. It is bad enough the people know I have a con- man as a relative. To have a convict would be much worse." Peter smiled with the ironically poetic turn of phrase he had used. "I am only here to take you to the meal." "Oh Peter do I..." "Will you STOP whining!" Peter shouted as he pulled himself up to his full six foot four, his cheeks blazed with anger. "You will come to the meal. Susan and Lu are going completely mad with worry over you. Why they waste their emotions on you, I do not know. You WILL be there and you WILL bring gifts." "Peter I haven't bought any..." "We will go and buy some now." Peter added. His tone abrupt. "Yes Peter." Edmund sighed. "Then I can disappear again, can't I?" "Yes." Peter simple said. "Oh He is Here!" Lucy exclaimed, jumping up and down in delight at her post by the window. "Oh an, oh Susan He's brought Edmund with him." She squeals with delight as she runs to the massive front door of the creaky old mansion that they all know and love so well. "Peter, Peter, Peter." She cried as she opened the front door, Snowflakes floated in to the hall on the cold winter wind. "You found him." Paying no heed to the temperature, Lucy ran out and flung herself at her older brothers. She managed to wrap her arms around both of them as they stood awkwardly and artificially pushed together. "Hello Lu." They said in unison, their cheeks flushed as the both tried to extract themselves from her over eager arms. "Lets get you indoors Lu my dear, you will catch the most frightful cold out here with no overcoat on!" Peter smiled fondly at Lucy. She was still so very much a child and he always found himself full of almost paternal instincts when he looked at her. "Come on in Peter, Edmund and see how Susan and I have decorated the rooms. Oh it's magical." The boys followed Lucy in at a more sedate pace and Peter signalled the driver to bring in their presents from the boot of the limo. Peter had never seen the need to drive, he much preferred having someone to do it for him. In fact that was how he dealt with all menial tasks, someone else could do them. Peter was a snob. He knew it and it didn't bother him one bit, it worked well for him in fact. It was part of his image, his charm, and it would be the thing that made him Prime Minister. That's where he was headed and he had not one doubt in his mind about it. Susan met them in the hall. She was wearing her favourite Christmas jumper, the one she had knitted with Santa and his sleigh upon it. It had little bells on the reindeer harnesses that jingled when she walked. She smiled fondly at the two boys as they walked in, following the excited form of Lucy. Lucy often reminded Susan of a little yipping dog. Always excitable, always full of energy and mischief. They exchanged brief and stilted greetings there in the hallway before Lucy once again bounded off towards the living room. This may be tradition, but Susan knew they only still did it for the sake of Lucy. Susan hated leaving Mummy in the hands of a carer, even for a weekend. She also knew Peter had to work miracles to make enough time for this Christmas Eve tradition. Susan would go home to Mummy after the meal and present sharing. Then they would all go home, separately. It was always good to come back here, though. She was always be reminded of the fun and games they played in the halls and large rooms with their dusty interiors. And of course, that one room and that one wardrobe. There were times when she longed to be back in Narnia, but then her adult mind would quell the childish thought and get back to its adult worries and care. Edmund couldn't decide if he were happy to be here or not. He did love the old house and its childhood memories. It was still preserved as it had been all those years ago. When Peter took over its up keep he had insisted on not one thing being changed or moved. He might be a stiff old coot but Peter still has a sentimental streak. It was awkward though. He knew that Peter was disgusted with him. Nothing new there, they had so rarely seen eye to eye but it hurt to see the distrust in Susan's eyes. Lucy was Lucy. She would never judge a soul. She was naïve and amazingly she had never become jaded. People sheltered her, treasured her and counted her as a child. Lucy would always have a hug and a smile for him and of that he was glad. They all made appreciative oohs and ahhhs at the diddy tree, decorated gaudily in the same way as it had since they were children. The little clay models they had made still sat around its base. A lion, Mr Tumnus, A beaver and The White Witch. Edmund longed to go back to Narnia, to childhood, to a time before responsibility. "Isn't it beautiful?" Lucy sighed. "I do so love Christmas." "Are you staying here again Luce?" Edmund asked. "Yes I am. Christmas is not the same anywhere else, Besides, the chimney is massive here and Father Christmas loves how it does not constrict his movement." Susan, Edmund and Peter shared a nervy look between them and smiled indulgently at Lucy. "How about you?" Lucy's heart dropped when she heard her brothers had to dash home. She understood Susan having to get back to Mummy, but why the boys had to go she had no clue. This would be the sixth Christmas she would spend here alone. Least she would see Father Christmas tonight. He was always such a jolly chap and brought her such magical presents to share with the children at work. The little bottles of medicine had help to cure lots of young ones. She would add a drop to every child's drink until her bottle ran out, which oddly never happened until she was due her Christmas holidays. "At least today will be special." Lucy smiled to herself and thought of the last letter that had arrived from her faun friend, Mr Tumnus. "So when will dinner be ready, girls?" Edmund asked to ease the high tension silence. "Oh they're serving it as we speak. It shall be ready at 2 o'clock." Susan smiled "Shall we exchange our gifts now?" "What a super idea, Sue" Lucy's face once again broke into an easy smile. "Can we Peter, oh can we?" "Why not." Peter replied heartily, smiling at Lucy. "I cannot think of a better way to work up an appetite for dinner." well none that he could indulge in with family members anyway. Everyone raced off to pull out their presents from various bags and hidey-holes then sat down on the old sofas and chairs surrounding the roaring log fire. Susan began handing out her presents first and everyone fixed a smile upon their face. They all knew it would be something knitted and they all just prayed it wouldn't be as hideous as last years gift. Not everyone cal pull of the knitted Santa sweater look like Susan could. "Oh Susan it is lovely!" Lucy exclaimed as she ripped open the wrapping. "Very smart." said Peter after carefully opening one end of his package and pulling out its contents. "This shall keep me warm!" "Lovely Sue!" Edmund exclaimed as he finally managed to detach the sticky tape from the present and the ends of his fingers. Each looked at their stripy scarves and smiled indulgently. Another monstrosity to add to the growing collection. Peter handed round his present next. Miss Noble, his secretary, PA and kinky dominatrix lover had picked them out. So it would be a surprise for him as well as his siblings when they opened them. Susan was delighted with her gift. It had a beautiful tan brown tartan pattern on it and it seemed well made and expensive. It would make a lovely new knitting bag, her old one was falling apart. Lucy was speechless at the beauty of the little lion brooch when she opened up the expensive black velvety box. "Oh Peter," She finally gasped "I adore it." and quickly she attached it to her plain red sweater. Edmund didn't have to open his gift bag. He knew its contents. Slippers, okay, they may be incredibly expensive slippers but he got a pair every Christmas. Edmund then had to give out his hastily bought gifts, chocolates for everyone. He wasn't very good at buying presents but buying chocolates for everyone guaranteed that he'd be offered at least one of them. Peter loved chocolates. Finally It was Lucy's turn and she eagerly handed around envelopes. Her siblings were a little surprised just to be getting a card and were yet more surprised when on opening their envelope they found a piece of starchy, yellow paper. Each sibling found a letter addressed to them individually and signed by Mr Tumnus. They all looked up at Lucy when they finished reading. "Well, are you coming or not?" She giggled as she stood up and ran to the door. The others looked at each other and Peter shrugged his shoulders "She's obviously put a lot of effort into this, we might as well humour her." The three walked into the hall and up the stairway making their way by memory to THE room. They opened the door and the room was as dusty and empty as it always had been, the one, large wardrobe in the corner, the door slightly ajar. (Lucy knew how dangerous it was to close a wardrobe door behind her.) And looking no different than it had when they were children. "I guess we're meant to go in." Edmund said, not wanting to pen the door to find the note. He'd tried getting back to Narnia so many times before he was sick of the rejection notice. You are too old to enter Narnia Son of Adam. He couldn't change the fact that he had grown up. Susan stood back, not eager to go into such a small, enclosed space, or open the door as Lucy was bound to jump out and scare her. In the end, as always, Peter went first. He opened the door and disappeared inside. With a shrug, Edmund went next and held the door ajar for Susan. It was amazing. A massive table stretched for what seemed like miles in front of them. They were inside the wardrobe but there were lanterns and candles everywhere. On the table was a turkey and a goose, potatoes and vegetables and puddings galore. Almost every inch of the pristine white tablecloth was hidden under all the food. As amazing and boggling as this was, it wasn't nearly as startling as the host of beings gathered around it. Animals and mythical beasts sat around with party hats on their heads or slung between their horns or ears. Looking around, they soon saw Lucy sat at the closest end of the table to them. Next to her was a spare seat, and another two lay empty opposite her. "What on....." Peter finally found his voice. "Welcome back Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve" A booming , purring voice exclaimed. It pulled the humans attention to the huge lion sat at the head of the table. "Welcome back King Peter, Queen Susan, King Edmund and Queen Lucy." He spoke again and indicated with his large paw for them to sit down. Once More Through the Wardrobe Door Aslan continued, for now all four of the children remembered who he was. "At this most special time of year, and with the help and belief of little Lucy, we are here to remind you." "To remind us of what?" Peter asked. Full of awe and curiosity as memories he had suppressed in adulthood slowly came rolling back into his mind. "To remind you of the battle. To remind you of where you came from, where you belong and where you always shall be. To remind you of your younger days, your accepting days, the days of adventure and crusade. To remind you of your friends, your good friends and to remind you of who you are." "You are all precious." Aslan said. "You are all special. You all have had a roll to play in your world for our cause." He turned his massive head and fixed his gaze upon Lucy, his face softening into a smile. "Lucy has never forgotten and has played her roll well. I am well pleased with her." Gently he laid a lion sized kiss upon her cheek and tears rolled freely down her face. "Edmund" Aslan moved his head to look at him. "You have tried, but you gave in to something you have always struggled with, your greed. You still believed though, however quietly. I am proud of your efforts." Again the lion leant across the table and left a kiss upon his cheek. "Susan, you work so hard to look after her. She may not be able to show it right now but she appreciates all you do. You are special Susan. You give and you give. I appreciate you." Another kiss was bestowed and yet more tears were shed. "And Peter, you tried so hard to forget, yet you still have managed to do good in your corrupt world. You will do great good, Peter. Remembering us would not have weakened that. You did not have to proclaim me to the world, the world saw me through your acts. I am pleased with you." After the next kiss Aslan announced to the table: "Now let the feast begin!" With a roar the table erupted into activity. Wine is poured, food is eaten and stories, songs and jokes are swapped amongst the creatures gathered around. Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy Laughed, smiled and sung as they once had, as children, their spirits refreshed and their jaded outlook cleaned and buffed up like new. NEWSFLASH. Peter Pevensie, candidate in this years election campaign; was found dead in a freak accident this weekend. The promising politician's body was found inside an old wardrobe inside his country home. Along side him were his two younger sisters. Susan, a home care worker and Lucy a well loved children's Nurse. Also with him was the infamous Wardrobe Wonder Conman, Edmund Pevensie. Police investigating the deaths believe the four to have suffocated after the heavy wardrobe door swung shut behind them. The chief of police announced in a news conference this morning that he was deeply saddened by the tragedy and warned people of the danger of party games and shutting themselves inside wardrobes. One thing that has baffled forensic scientists is the fact that the Pevensies had died smiling and that traces of lion hair were found upon their bodies. Nobody will ever uncover the full tragic story of their Christmas time Deaths, but their memory is sure to live on, as the mystery is passed down through the generations.