Kris finds comfort in some sexy elves.
By cb summers. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Maybe she’d never really loved me, and the novelty of being Saint Nicholas’ wife had worn thin after a century or so. But in any case, whatever love we’d shared had melted away like the mighty glaciers of Greenland. Gone… perhaps never to return.
All at once I realized I was free. Free to do whatever I wanted with Snowbell, or the kitchen elf Icicle, or my secretary Blizzard… hell, with any fucking elf at the whole fucking North Pole, and Mary wouldn’t mind. Why should she? She was no longer mine, and I was no longer hers.
I reached out and pushed a button, closing a curtain over the window into the test room. Then I switched off the sound, cutting off Mary’s musical cries of pleasure in mid “Oh”. I didn’t want to hear her orgasm right now. I wanted to hear someone else’s.
I reached over to put my large right hand on Snowbell’s miniature belly. She looked up at me and smiled warmly. Then I ran my hand up under her teddy and cupped her naked breast. I pinched her little blue gumdrop nipple and she groaned in her high, wispy voice.
“Oh, Santa! That feels good!”
She threw her body across my lap, her arms above her head and let me explore her body with my hands as she cooed and hummed. Snowbell’s skin wasn’t as soft as Mary’s, but touching it made my fingers tingle and my cock throb with desire. More elf magic, I suppose. I touched her everywhere: her face, neck, arms and legs, but I saved her pussy for last. When I finally got there, I ran my fingers along the naked lips, then played with her hard little clitoris for a while, which made her laugh and shriek with pleasure.
Then I put my big middle finger between her perfect little pussy lips. She gave a little shriek of joy as I buried my finger, knuckle deep, in her tingling vagina. She was deeper than I would have guessed, because my long finger didn’t reach the back. When I did this with Mary I could feel the stiff lump of her cervix with my fingertip. But I pushed into Snowbell as far as I could go, meeting no obstructions. The powerful muscles inside Snowbell’s vagina constricted around my fingers. I wondered what my cock would feel like inside there…
But I laughed at the absurd thought. At fifteen inches, my cock was almost as long as her entire abdomen! And I was four inches thick, but Snowbell’s pussy was squeezing my finger tightly as it was. We’d never fit together. But it was an intriguingly naughty thought.
I began to finger fuck Snowbell, driving myself into her as if my finger were my cock, letting my knuckle stimulate her clit with each thrust.
“Oh, Santa, yes!!!” Whimpered Snowbell. I explored her insides with my finger… it was so smooth in there. None of the little flaps of skin and mysterious shapes that Mary’s had. Only smooth skin, with rippling muscles just under the surface, which she seemed to be able to control. Her vagina started to loosen, so I put a second finger in and her pussy seemed to expand to take it. Now I put three fingers in, and spread them wide… fuck! I slipped my entire hand into her, thumb and all! I knew right then that my cock, as big as it was, could definitely fit inside Snowbell. I probably couldn’t go very deep inside her, but at least as deep as I ever had with Mary.
Snowbell, enjoying the feeling of my whole hand inside her, wrapped her hands around my cock and looked up at me, tears flowing out of her ancient eyes. I saw an aching need in them. She wanted my cock. And not just because Mary told her to make me happy. But because I was Santa fuckin’ Claus!
I took my hand out of Snowbell and lifted her to kiss her on the mouth. She threw her arms around my neck and her eager lips opened. I felt her lithe elfin tongue penetrate my mouth, and swirl around my tongue and across my teeth, making everything tingle magically. I could tell that her tongue wasn’t as long as Tinsel’s, which was a bit of a relief. It was so insanely erotic, I felt euphoric. I lifted her higher and took her firm, round breast into my mouth, and tickled her gumdrop nipple with my tongue. A little squirt of nectar came out of the tip, splashing across my tongue. It tasted like peppermint schnapps!!
“Snowbell, what was that?”
“My milk, Santa. Have some more!” She pressed her other breast into my mouth, and when I tickled the nipple, another jet of peppermint shot across my tongue to the back of my mouth. I was drinking elf milk! It was the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted, and slightly intoxicating.
“Please, Santa, fuck me!” moaned Snowbell.
I hesitated, still unsure this was the right thing to do, “Are you sure, Snowbell?”
“Please, Santa, please! Let it be my Christmas gift. If you give me your cock, you don’t have to give me anything else!” She was so adorable.
“Okay Snowbell, but only if you give me your pussy as your present to me.” She nodded and we kissed again, hotly. I held her small head in my hands, my fingers fingering her ears up to the long tapering points. She moaned. Apparently an elf’s ears are one of their g-spots. Our tongues danced and tingled with magic, as I guided my cock to her pussy lips.
“Okay, Snowbell. Are you ready to trade Christmas presents?”
“Yes, Santa.” She said sweetly.
All I had to do was thrust upward a little and my big cock slipped into her tight wet tunnel. She shrieked a high-pitched wail of pure joy, then lowered herself slowly down my shaft. She was tight, but not nearly as tight as Mary. I easily entered her. My cock began tingling, and I felt her rippling vaginal muscles pulling me ever deeper, like a constricting snake. I kept expecting to reach her cervix any second, but I kept going deeper and deeper, until it seemed utterly impossible. I could see her entire body expanding, elastically, to accept my girth. My cock was going past where her intestines should be… then past her lungs, then past her heart. Then… almost to the base of her throat. Her face was contorting in joy, and her eyes rolled back in their sockets. Finally, all the way down, my balls pressed into her labia, and the tip of my cock pressed against the underside of her clavicle. I was completely encased inside her body. Who knew elf pussies were so deep?
It felt more amazing than anything I could have ever imagined. Every inch of me surrounded by the rippling undulations of her vaginal muscles. I could also feel her internal organs moving… her lungs breathing against my shaft, and her two hearts beating just under the head of my cock. I lifted her up, feeling every inch of her insides rubbing along my sensitive skin, until only the head of my cock was still inside her. She looked at me with wonder sparkling in her elfin eyes.
“Santa!!! I didn’t think you’d fit but you do!!” She hugged me tightly, then said, “Oh please, do it again. Harder, faster…” I pulled her down again, hard this time and drove myself again into her tiny, well lubricated body. Her pussy was dripping, almost flooding, with a steady stream of her juices. I felt a river of it pouring down my balls, setting them alive with tingles. I had no idea what Mary was doing in the test room. I didn’t care. I was fucking an elf, and loving it!
I was close to cumming again, so I started to pull out.
But Snowbell could feel my orgasm coming. She said, “No, Santa, anoint my insides! Please, Santa, oh, pretty please.”
I stood up, holding Snowbell easily in my hands. I fucked her standing up, holding her little body in the air, something I’d never done with Mary. I fucked Snowbell as hard and as deep and as powerfully as I could, sliding in and out, all fifteen inches with each stroke, her jingle bell ring ting tingling away. I had an orgasm that was almost as powerful than the one on my wedding night. I shot my semen deep inside that little aqua colored elf, load after load, probably two quarts, but she was so deep that hardly any of it spilled out. As I was cumming, so was she, but it was a much more powerful orgasm than she’d had earlier. Little fountains of peppermint schnapps nectar shot out of her nipples into the air. I leaned forward and took one breast in my mouth and sucked a mouthful of her delicious milk and swallowed it, feeling a rush of intoxication flowing to my brain. I couldn’t believe how long her orgasm lasted this time. I tried to pull my cock out, but her muscles held me in. They felt like they were milking the last cum out of me, with rippling inward contractions that were so fucking wonderful, that I started cumming again without warning.
“Snowbell!” I shouted hoarsely, pumping my love potion into her pussy with an intensity that would have killed a mortal man. When our orgasms had abated, I flopped weakly down on the couch, leaving my cock inside her, with her straddling and hugging me. I lovingly undid her braids, spreading her soft white hair out on her back. She cooed against me in pleasure the whole time. My cock, though softer, was still deep inside her, being slowly stimulated by the undulations of her vaginal muscles. Her hearts were beating fast against the tip of my cock, but she didn’t seem uncomfortable at all. She just hummed “Jingle Bells” contentedly against my belly.
After I’d undone all her hair, I said, “I like your hair down, Snowbell.”
She smiled, “Okay Santa. I’ll wear it this way from now on, forever!”
My cock grew hard within a few minutes time. I put my hands under Snowbell’s ass and started lifting her up and down. Now my cum began to spill out of her, forming a pool under my balls, soaking the couch. I was hard. So hard. And I could feel every square inch of me inside her. I could fuck her all day.
So I did.
Needless to say, I didn’t make any of my meetings that day. I can only presume that Mary finished her ‘test’ long before Snowbell and I were done. I fucked that little elf again and again, her long white hair flying all around her beautiful blue head, until my cock was sore. I drank so much of her milk, that eventually I fell asleep, drunk off my ass.
When I awoke it was late the following afternoon, feeling somewhat hung over from the elf milk. Snowbell was nowhere to be seen, but my cum had been cleaned carefully off everything, although there were several large stains of it on the couch and my pants. I put clothes on, wracked with shame. I quickly left Mary’s wing of the factory, headed toward my office.
When I entered primary toy assembly room #1, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Mary had instituted the new dress code overnight, and now the elves were dressed in lovely blue and white clothing, most of it quite skimpy and revealing, although none of the outfits as skimpy as what Snowbell had worn the previous night. There were a handful of holdouts stubbornly wearing their old red and blue lederhosen. Every group has a few curmudgeons, but they were in the minority.
It was an amazing, horrifying sight. Now every female elf I saw was radiantly feminine, and every male was oozing virility. The females were all batting their eyelashes at me alluringly and the males were nodding at me knowingly. It was obvious that Snowbell had told them how I’d 'anointed’ her insides. Every female elf, including the curmudgeons, appeared to be working up the courage to ask me to anoint them too. I’d never felt so uncomfortable in the toy factory in my life!
I scuttled up to my office to think about what to say when I saw Mary. This had to stop! We had to go back to the old uniforms! This was obscene! You can’t make toys this way! Half an hour after I sat down at my desk, my secretary Blizzard sauntered in, dressed in a miniature version of a human secretary outfit, tight white shirt, dark blue skirt, high heels, and glasses perched on her nose. A pencil was stuck comically through her braided hair.
“Oh…. Shit.” I mumbled. I knew instantly why she was dressed this way.
Back in the seventies I’d started an experimental intern program for college kids to come work with us at the North Pole during their summer break. The idea was that these humans would go back to the real world and spread a little belief. But one of the students, Holly, was assigned to work in my office as Blizzard’s assistant. She was as sexy as hell. One night after everyone had gone home, she propositioned me. She even went so far as to hop up on my desk and open her legs, showing me her panties, which had a little red bow on the crotch. I came very close to accepting her gift. The next morning I canceled the whole program in spite of Mary’s objections. She didn’t know how close I’d come to fucking Holly on my desk! Ever since then I’d been fantasizing about what would have happened if I’d accepted. And now that fantasy was standing in front of me, four foot three and as sexy as hell.
I’d never seen Blizzard’s figure this well before. Whereas Snowbell was thin and willowy, Blizzard was curvy and buxom, like a miniature Marilyn Monroe. Blizzard’s skin was snowy white, except for her lips, which were cobalt blue. Her eyelashes were almost an inch long. She batted them at me and winked. My cock got so hard so fast it bonked against the underside of my desk.
Blizzard sauntered right up to me and spoke in a breathless voice that immediately reminded me of Holly, “Mr. Kringle, can I ask you a favor?”
“Yes, what is it Blizzard?”
“You didn’t get me anything for secretary’s day this year.” She pouted dramatically.
“Oh? I didn’t know we observed that holiday. But I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“You could certainly make it up to me.”
“How?”
“Well… You could anoint me, for one thing,” she said, giggling just like Holly did.
Gulp. I hadn’t realized how fast temptation would rear its ugly head. I needed to nip this thing in the bud, and I needed to do it soon! But… Blizzard was so fucking hot! Not just because she looked like Holly… but because she looked like Blizzard, one of the sexiest creatures I’d ever laid eyes on. I needed to stop this madness before it got out of control!
“Uh… not now, Blizzard. I just woke up.”
She looked at me quizzically, and dropped the Holly accent for a minute, and spoke in her own precise and punctilious voice. “Mr. Kringle, I’ve been your secretary for over eighty years. I know what you want before you do. And you want to anoint me. Don’t deny it.”
“No I don’t, Blizzard. Just… leave me!” I shouted, trying to scare her off. She didn’t bat an eyelash, but just smiled, and stepped up to me, and rolled my chair back from the desk. I couldn’t cover my erection. It was just too huge.
“Well, well, well, Mr. Kringle, what have we here?” With one deft move, she pulled my waistband down, exposing my huge cock. “Your mouth says no, but your cock says yes, yes, yes.”
Before I could answer or protest, she bent over, and engulfed my cock in her mouth. I wanted to push her off me… but I couldn’t. Once again, I felt the tingling magic of elfin juices. She slobbered all over me as she worked my shaft deep into her flexible throat. Her hands stroked my shaft powerfully, and her long prehensile tongue slipped out around the edge of her lips, wrapping around my pole like a slithering snake all the way down to my balls. It was creepy… but insanely erotic at the same time.
I couldn’t believe this little, efficient, motherly elf who I’d dictated millions of letters to for eighty years, was now sucking my cock. It was naughty, naughty, naughty!
“I told you Blizzard, I’m busy! Go away!” I bellowed at her, hoping deep inside that she wouldn’t obey me.
She stood up, and for a second I thought she was going to leave. But instead, she hopped up on my desk and opened her legs wide, just as Holly had done. And just as with Holly, she was wearing a little pair of panties with a red bow on the crotch.
I stood up and shouted. “Get out of my office, Blizzard, or I’ll fire you!”
Then once again, mimicking Holly’s voice, she said, “Aren’t you going to open your present, Mr. Kringle?”
My hands were ripping her panties open, before I even knew it.
“I told you to get out of my office! Why don’t you obey me?” I shouted, but I kept opening my present, ripping her skirt apart, and then shredding her shirt, then her bra without bothering to unhook it. Her pearl necklace burst open, sending pearls scattering among the shreds of clothing I was flinging everywhere. Now she was mostly naked, except for some tattered remains, and oh, baby Jesus, she was a beautiful sight! She was shapely and buxom, and her body was snow white from head to toe, even the irises of her eyes. Her breasts were a lot bigger and less firm than Snowbell’s, and as soon as I ripped off her bra, I had my hands on them, pinching her clear, hard, ice colored nipples. She groaned in pleasure… that’s as far as I’d gone with Holly.
I took my hands out of her, and slammed my hands down on either side of the desk, and shouted in her face, “I said, go!”
She crossed her legs slowly, and picked up a pad of paper from my desk. Then slowly took the pencil out of her hair and said, in Holly’s voice, “Would you like me to take a letter for you, Mr. Kringle?”
“No! No!” Go away, Holly!
“And who shall I address it to?” she said, playfully putting the pencil to the paper.
I roared, “Get out right now!”
She wrote that down, "Was that, 'Get out right now’, or 'Get out brown cow’?” she said in a chirpy cheerful voice, as she slowly crossed her legs, hiding her beautiful white pussy from me.
“Fuck!” I screamed. I flipped her over on her chest, and put the large head of my cock right up against her wet pussy. I paused, trying to force myself to back off. Oh god, this is exactly what I’d wanted to do to Holly.
She still had the pad of paper in her hands. She wrote down, 'fuck’ in large letters and asked, “Would that be one exclamation point, Mr. Kringle, or two?”
She let out a long, surprised, orgasmic shriek as I thrust into her all fifteen inches of angry Santa. When my balls finally slapped against her labia, she moaned in her own voice, “Oh, Mr. Kringle! I can feel you in my throat!!”
I started fucking her, hard, my hand on her back, pushing her down on the desk. She was helpless.
“You should have escaped while you could, Holly! Now I’m gonna fuck you senseless!” I was pounding her so hard, so powerfully, I knew Holly couldn’t have taken it. I’d have caused her severe internal injuries! But Blizzard could take what I had to give her, because she was an elf!
I spread her glittery white buttocks with my hands to watch my cock sliding in and out of her. I could actually see the flexible bones in her pelvis stretching open to accept me. Then I noticed her little asshole… it started to open and close, as if inviting me to touch it. I ran my thumb down to touch the rim of it, something I’d never done with Mary.
Blizzard groaned, “Ooh!” and the little hole opened a little, as if beckoning me inside.
Although I’d never done such a thing before, I stuck my thumb in her asshole, and she screeched in pleasure. Copious quantities juice began shooting out of her pussy around my cock, bathing my balls. I also saw a pool of liquid spreading out from her breasts. I smelled the peppermint schnapps odor of elf milk. Blizzard began moaning in her high-pitched voice, having orgasm after orgasm.
Suddenly I felt hands on my thighs, I turned in surprise to see the three female elves who were tasked to keep my 'Nice or Naughty’ list up-to-date. They were in various stages of undress, and were feeling me up, running their hands all over my buttocks and between my legs to tickle my balls as I fucked Blizzard. I looked down at their beautiful bodies. Each one of them was so different, yet so adorable… Teacup was thin and elegant, with vivid blue-green skin and long pointy ears, Cookie dough was very short and very plump, with pale blue skin with lots of little brown freckles that almost looked like chocolate chips, and Indigo was a muscular female with an enormous, shapely ass and skin so dark blue that it was almost black. They all looked up at me with wonder in their elfin eyes. Teacup was standing on my chair, so I reached down and slipped my free hand between her legs. Soon she was giggling happily as I rubbed my fingers all over and into her blue-green pussy.
Five more elves came running into the office, whooping like crazy, peeling their clothes off. I looked around and realized that now everyone on my personal staff were in the room, and before I could wrap my mind around it, the office orgy began. One of the males, a muscular looking green elf named Dairy bell, pushed little Pinecone to her knees and began fucking her up the ass, without so much as a how-de-do. His cock grew and grew, so that it was enormous. Not as big as mine, but a lot bigger than I would have guessed and elf cock to be. Sugar Plum, a very shy male elf who often made me hot cocoa, hopped up on my desk and began thrusting his growing cock into Blizzard’s mouth. He smiled at me sweetly, hardly able to make eye contact with me, yet here he was, in spite of his shyness, cramming his engorged blue cock into my secretary’s mouth! His penis grew quite long, almost twelve inches, although it was only about an inch and a half thick. He was shoving in all the way down her eager throat, and into her esophagus, and she was having no trouble at all breathing around it. Suddenly I could feel his cock and my cock brushing past each other on her insides, separated only by the fleshy membranes of her internal organs.
Instead of being shocked by my first sexual interaction with a male elf, I pondered what kind of anatomy allowed this sort of thing to happen? I wondered if I could stick my cock as far up Blizzard’s ass as it was now up her vagina. I looked over at Pinecone. She seemed to be handling about half of Dairybell’s big cock, so without asking, I repositioned my cock over Blizzard’s anus, my mind exploding with the sudden need to take this final plunge into complete depravity. My cock was well lubricated with her vaginal juices, but she was so tight, I felt like she was going to crush my cock as I pushed myself inside. She didn’t do anything but moan louder, so I assumed she was enjoying this. The deeper I pushed myself, the tighter she got. When I was halfway in, I met an obstruction, and now I knew how deep an elf’s ass is. Then I pulled out again, and pushed my way in. She was no longer as tight as before, so I began pounding her with greater speed.
Then Sugar Plum pulled his cock out of Blizzard’s mouth, and now she could vocalize her pleasure again. “Oh Mr. Kringle! Your cock feel so good up my ass! Harder! Harder!”
Sugar Plum started wriggling his legs under her body. I didn’t know what he was doing at first, but soon his legs came out under her legs, right under my balls. Within a second or two he stuck his cock in her pussy, as I was sodomizing her. Her flexible pelvis expanded to take us both at the same time. My balls were slapping against his balls, as we double penetrated Blizzard. It was the most filthy thing ever, and I loved it, god help me, I loved it! Blizzard was moaning loudly in pleasure, and started to cum. She arched up on her arms, shooting her milk right into Sugar Plum’s eager mouth. I cupped my hand under the other breast, and brought a handful up to my mouth drinking it down greedily.
Then, as if that weren’t enough craziness to process, I felt Cookie dough put her hands around my thighs and bury her face between my butt cheeks. Then, much to my horror, I could feel Cookie dough’s long tongue working its way into my anus! I tried to reach around to stop her, but then my anus began to tingle with the elf magic, and a warmth spread through my backsides. My pleasure jumped to a higher level than I’d ever experienced before!
I felt myself cumming, but Blizzard, sensing I was about to come, clamped her powerful anus tight, trapping my cock inside her, and squeezing off my orgasm, so it had nowhere to go. The insane intensity in my abdomen and nut sack doubled. Now Cookie dough’s tongue was going deeper and deeper inside me, so invasive, yet a warmth was spreading through my pelvis that rocked me to the core.
I couldn’t wrap my mind around this. It seemed like I was in the middle of some kind of nightmare wet dream. Yesterday all these elves had been my most dependable, personal employees, now we were having an orgy of epic debauchery in my office! I looked around in amazement. Fluffball was going down on Pinecone, while Gingerbread fucked her from behind. Pinecone and Dairy Bell had switched positions, and now Dairy Bell was working her long tongue up his asshole as he masturbated himself. Over on my workbench, Dingaling was holding a nutcracker in each hand, thrusting them in and out of Patches’ and Thimbletop’s pussies. Sugar Plum and I were double-teaming Blizzard, and Indigo jumped up on the desk and pressed her pussy to Blizzard’s mouth and long elfin tongue. And as Cookie Dough ate out my ass, my fingers brought Teacup into a shrieking orgasm, and I felt her milk oozing out of her breasts against my arm.
A thought flickered through my head that I was cheating… but not on Mary. On Snowbell. But somehow I knew that Snowbell wouldn’t care, not because she didn’t love me, but because she did!
I looked around at these ancient creatures, and felt blessed to be participating in this amazing, world shattering event. But although it was important, it was also unimportant at the same time. This was nothing weird or unusual to the elves. They were just enjoying each other, laughing and fucking, without reservation, as they’d done from the dawn of time, without worrying about right or wrong, male or female, nice or naughty. They all looked at me from time to time, smiling radiantly. They were having an orgy with Santa Claus! It was one of the best days ever!
It felt so right! So true! So pure! Sin seemed a silly concept to me now, compared to this pure and open expression of sharing and lust and love. I felt an orgasm building again. But instead of clamping me off as she’d done before, Blizzard scrambled off me and Sugar Plum and jumped to the floor shouting, “Anoint us, Mr. Kringle!”
She got between my legs and began to jerk my cock powerfully with her hands, and shouted, “Anoint us all!” All the elves in the room stopped what they were doing and ran to be in front of me and looked up in rapture, just as my sperm shot up my shaft. As I came, Blizzard aimed me around the room like a fire-hose, so my cum spattered all over the elves. They were laughing and rolling around on their backs as if they were playing in the snow. I shot blast after blast, as she pulled it out of me with her powerful, ancient hands. I couldn’t believe how much cum I was creating, it was almost miraculous. I’d done this before inside Mary and Snowbell’s pussies, but I’d never actually seen it shooting into the air in such quantities before. After each shot the elves would shout, “Hooray!” I came, as far as I could estimate, twice as much, and twice as long, as I had on my wedding day!
Blizzard saved the last shot of cum for herself, aiming it right into her face and open mouth. She swallowed it down and said, “Snowbell is right! It tastes just like eggnog!” Then all elves started licking my cum off each other, and giggling at the yummy flavor. I collapsed back into my chair, as if I’d just completed a marathon run from the South Pole. I watched and laughed as the elves began to play with my come, throwing it at each other as if they were having a snowball fight.
Then Sugar Plum jumped up on the desk and began jerking his engorged cock and shot a spray of his own watery blue cum all over everyone, including me. I didn’t know how to process that. I definitely wasn’t sexually attracted to male elves. But… a bit of his cum trickled into my mouth and it tasted of cranberries. I licked my lips, not wanting to insult him by wiping his cum off my face. After all, he’d anointed me.
I watched the elves play for the longest time, my heart full of love for them all. They started fucking again and having orgasms and anointing each other. All the female elves, at one point or another, hopped up into my lap and pressed their breasts to my mouth so I could take a deep drink of their intoxicatingly delicious milk. I didn’t get another erection, I was just too spent. I was also dazed and drunk. At some point, Cookiedough sat in my lap, and I masturbated her fat little pussy with my fingers until she was writhing in pleasure. I leaned over her and drunkenly took both her large bouncy breasts into my mouth and chugged her nectar as she came.
That’s the last thing I remember.
To be continued..
By cb summers for Literotica
