Dec 242008
 

I don’t have a beef with Santa Claus. The old man is okay. I got that Star Wars Snowspeeder I wanted more than anything when I was a kid and let me tell you, I still have that beaten up piece of plastic. Santa is all right in my book.

It’s those sexy elves of his that are driving me crazy.

There are two of them. One of them is called Cheer while the other one is called Joy. I can’t tell them apart. They both have huge tits and they both have red and white striped stocking caps over their long brown hair. They also only come for me at night, on Christmas Eve. It’s hard to get a good look at an Elf when she’s stuffing her tits in your face and grabbing your cock, you know?

The first time they came for me, I just thought it was another wet dream. Shit, I was 16 and I was having wet dreams like every night. Usually I dreamed about Monica Staylor in Geometry class or sometimes on a real lucky night I dreamed of Lita Ford. Two hot chicks at the same time was a whole other level of horny.

Sure, they were dressed a little odd for my usual wet dream. They had on these white fur bikinis that smelled like peppermint candy. Their legs were wrapped in thigh high stockings that slid over my skin like silk. They had no underwear at all; just tiny mistletoes tattooed above their bare pussies.

What tipped me off of course was how real it was. You just can’t imagine a blowjob till it happens. I never dreamed that a tit would be so damn soft on my face. In my wildest dreams, I never guessed how it would feel to have a woman ride my cock while her friend sat on my face.

Their pussies tasted like hot chocolate.

I must have fallen asleep while they fucked me. Hell, getting your brains fucked out can wear you out. I awoke on Christmas day thinking it was the greatest dream ever but I was wrong of course. I was so damn wrong.

They came back every year. Every damn year. Fucking elves.

One year I was twenty and I was staying at my grandparent’s house for my Christmas break. I was sleeping on the couch because the entire family was camped at their house. I had three cousins snoring on the floor beside me while I was trying to sleep.

The elves appeared and I begged them to go away. I didn’t want Aunt Alice’s eight year old son to wake up and see me getting a blowjob. The elves ignored me. They smiled at me with their licorice red lips and yanked my underwear down. Right there on my grandmother’s couch, one Elf sucked my cock while the other elf sucked my balls.

I tried to climax as fast as possible. I hoped if I came they would be satisfied and go away. When I shot my load into Joy’s (or maybe it was Cheer’s) mouth, that seemed to only encourage them. They sucked my cock till I got hard again and then they mounted me. They rode my cock till I made both of them come.

At one point, cousin Freddy got up and I thought I was going to have a heart attack right there. One of the elves was on my cock and she just kept humping. Freddy didn’t seem to notice her. He got up and stumbled down the hallway to the bathroom.

While he was there, I begged her to get off my cock. I begged them to hide somewhere. My begging only made them laugh. The elf that wasn’t riding my cock bit my nipples till my begging was replaced by moans.

Freddy came back to the living room and got back into his sleeping bag. How could he not see the elves? Shit, the Christmas lights were illuminating Cheer’s (or maybe Joy’s ) nude body as she humped me. Her bouncing breasts would flash green then red then green again.

Fucking elves.

Another time, they appeared the Christmas that I moved in with Deena. I had been worried about them all night so I slipped out of my bed as soon as I was sure Deena was asleep. I didn’t want them to attack me with my girlfriend right there, you know?

They found me in the living room. They jumped me from behind and tied my hands with silver garland. When I tried to argue they would stuff their breasts into my face. One of them bent over while the other pushed me into her. I fucked them both doggy style that year. The sound of my hips smashing into their firm asses echoed all through the house and I was terrified Deena would wake up.

They finished with me shortly before dawn. I crawled back into bed and tried to get as much sleep as I could before Deena woke me up. The living room smelled like sex and cookies but she didn’t seem to notice.

No one ever notices. One year the elves bit my neck and my mom said it was a bug bite. Another time I got a bruise on my chest where one of the elves wrapped her thighs around me and Deena said I got it from sleeping wrong. Every year Cheer and Joy fuck me, bite me, kiss me, smother me, ride me and use me and no one ever knows.

Fucking elves.

Last year Deena came close. We had just moved into our house and we were both pretty excited. Deena was really drunk on eggnog and high on life. I tucked her into bed and she feel asleep in seconds.

As soon as she started to snore, the elves appeared. I was a little drunk myself so I didn’t even fight them. I didn’t say a word as they pulled off my pants and sucked my cock like a candy cane.

I had my eyes closed so I didn’t know Deena was awake until a third mouth kissed my cock. I sat up and saw Deena’s short blonde hair in between the red stocking capped elves. Her mouth was licking and nibbling just as fiercely as the elves were.

I didn’t know what to do, so I did what I always did. I did nothing. The elves were more than happy to share. One would lick on the tip of my cock, while another would suck on a ball while the third would wrap their lips around the width of my cock. Back and forth and trading places they covered my cock in tongues, lips and spit. I think one of them might have even made out with Deena while the other deep throated me. I didn’t say a word.

Eventually I came on all of their faces. That was when I knew Deena was really drunk. I mean, she had to be drunk to be laughing as I soaked her face. The elves giggled and it sounded like bells jingling.

Deena rolled away after and fell back asleep. The elves had their way with me like they always do. They must have cleaned her face at some point because she woke up the next morning there were no traces of what had happened. I asked Deena if she had any weird dreams and she blushed and said no.

This year, it is going to be different. I told Deena about the elves. She didn’t say anything but tonight, she’s staying up with me. We have a pot of coffee ready and we’ve been munching chocolate cookies. I’m not sure if she believes me but at least she’s going to be awake when they come. She’ll see them with her own eyes and then I know I haven’t been making them up all these years.

I just don’t know why she had to bring down her vibrator collection to the Christmas tree.

Fucking elves.

  6 Responses to “Fiction: Fucking Elves”

  1. Haha! Great fun. I see you took my advice for a story title. See, it’s easy! All the 16-year-old boys are happy now. :)

  2. I usually skip trying to do a Christmas story but once this idea lodged in my head, I knew it would be a crowd pleaser for young and old.

  3. I love the tone in this story, “Fucking elves” and, as usually, it is a wonderful hot story. Thank you!

  4. Lovely fun story, thanks for the christmas pressie. ;)
    Merry Christmas from post GMT timezone, hope you have a nice day ^^

  5. t’sade- I loved the tone. Never underestimate a man’s ability to complain about something.

    Mystique- I plan to have an awesome day :)

  6. very entertaining :) thanks for this, and a happy new year!

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