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Elf

By: bassbelly



Nature had not been kind to Ellie. She was short, not in a cute way, but in a dwarfish way. She was not good looking. At the age of 21, she was still a virgin, unable to attract even ugly boys. 

Every night she prayed, "Dear Lord, take me now. I am of no use to you or to me. Please take me to heaven in my sleep."

Ellie was a religious girl. She went to church every Sunday, rain or shine. She never did anything sinful or improper. She did her best to suppress her angry feelings toward the world.

Christmas was coming soon and she would once again trudge through the snow caroling with other church goers. She expected no Christmas presents. She had never received a present. However, she had full faith that one of these Christmases; Santa would visit her and give her a gift.

As usual, she spent the evening caroling with her fellow Christians. Trudging home alone in the snow and the dark, she had an epiphany. Maybe she could trap Santa before he discovered it was her house and make him give her a gift. She ran through the snow the rest of the way home.

Once inside, she fashioned a plug the size of her fireplace and secreted it close to the opening. She set out a bait of milk and cookies and waited in the dark. Three hours later she heard the prancing and pawing of reindeer hooves on her roof. There was a whooshing sound and Santa popped out of the fireplace. He headed directly to the milk and cookies.

Ellie slipped from her hiding place while Santa was busily snacking and slammed the plug across the opening.

"Gotcha!" she cried triumphantly.

"Ellie, what are you doing?" the shocked Santa asked.

"I have been waiting for a gift from you for twenty one years and tonight I plan to have it!"

"But, but, Ellie I have millions of children to visit and only a short time to do it."

"I don't care about them. They get all kinds of gifts all the time. You'll stay until you cough something up."

Santa took a list from the top of his bag. "You're not on my list. I can't even tell if you've been naughty or nice."

"I'll tell you I've been nice. That is all changing tonight. I plan on being really, really naughty. I'm sure you have something you can give me." She pulled a pistol from a hiding spot above the fireplace and pointed it at Santa. "Get out of that red suit. I'm gonna find out what I've been missing."

"I'm married, Ellie. I can't do it."

"Do it or die! I'll bump you off and take all the toys!"

Santa sadly took off his coat and shirt. He kicked off his boots. He dropped his pants and looked at Ellie.

"All of it, jolly old elf!"

Santa dropped his boxers and Ellie found out what the North Pole really was. His cock was huge with a big red knob on top. Ellie quickly shed her clothes. "Bring that over here."

Santa walked over to her, his cock swinging from side to side. As he examined her, he knew why she was in such desperate straights. "All right, Ellie, let's make this a night to remember."

He dropped to his knees and kissed her pussy. She held onto his snow white hair as his beard tickled her snatch and brushed her legs. She grabbed his giant cock and started jacking it. Santa groaned. He found her clit and sucked gently on it.

"Take me to the sofa," Ellie ordered.

He scooped her up and laid her on the cushions, then resumed eating her snatch. He drove his tongue into her moistening hole and found her cherry. She was writhing wildly. Nothing had ever been in her before. She had always been taught that self arousal was a sin. 

"I want to taste your cock."

He scooted around and placed his cock at her lips never letting go of her cunt. She licked the red head and sucked on it. The longer she sucked, the more she wanted. She tried taking him all in but it just was not possible.

"I want to fuck you. I want your cherry," he declared as he crawled in between her thighs.

"Please Santa, do it now," she begged.

He placed his pole at her entrance and shoved gently. He could feel the resistance of her innocence as he pushed against it. She grasped his nuts and pulled him through her barrier. He felt her twitch as his big old dick slid into her extremely tight pussy. A tear slid down her cheek as the pain of initiation subsided. His cock was throbbing within her. She felt wonderful, full, and happy for the first time in memory. He started his love motion. She thrust against him and threw her hips from side to side.

Santa had had lots of pussy on his yearly journeys but never one as good as this. He bellowed his lust as he drove more and more rapidly into her. She was screaming out her ecstasy as she felt his giant dick plundering her newly penetrated center. A strange feeling was welling up inside her. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. Her pussy muscles were flexing around Santa's cock involuntarily.

Frightened, she screamed, "What's happening to me?"

"Let it happen, Ellie. You are going to cum and I'm going to take you there."

Ellie relaxed and let the orgasm wash over her. Her head was flopping around and her body was thrashing on the cushions. She blacked out momentarily. Santa was still fucking her when she came to. He had driven his massive rod all the way into her and was bottoming out. The entrance to her cervix was massaging the end of his cock. It was more than he could stand. With a mighty roar, he squirted his seed deep within her. She continued to thrust onto his cock. It kept him hard. 

She loved the feeling of cumming. She wanted it again and again. Since his cock was still hard and still in her, she saw no reason to quit and neither did he. Of the thousands of women he had fucked around the world, this was the best pussy he had ever had. She was cumming again. He came with her this time and shot another full load of cum into her hungry twat. At last, his prick started to deflate. Finally it fell out.

He sat beside her on the sofa and kissed her deeply. "Would you like to come with me?" he asked.

She didn't even think for a second. "Yes."

"I'll have Mrs. Clause fix you up a bit and you can live with the other elves and I.

"When do we leave?"

"Put your clothes on. We're leaving now."

She slipped into her clothes and stood beside him at the fireplace. She grabbed his cock through the Santa suit. He held her pussy as they rose up the chimney. They got into the sleigh and he cracked his whip.

"Ho, ho, ho! I got some pussy; it's a hell of a night!" 

Elf Angel



***

This story is based on events that I wish were true.

***

"But you need to solve for X by eliminating all the other unknowns," Greg tried to explain calmly.

Rebecca was quickly losing her calm. "But I don't KNOW what the other UNKNOWNS are. That's why they are UNKNOWN."

"But you can express them in terms of X, so that it is the only unknown in the equation. All you have to do is use this equation over here."

"But I thought we were looking at this one. This is the one you said we have to solve." Rebecca tapped the paper on the table.

"In order to solve two unknowns, you need two equations," Greg said for the umpteenth time that afternoon.

"But we have three unknowns!" she squealed.

"That is why they gave us a third equation in the book," Greg offered, pulling the thick textbook back to the middle of the table.

"Arhhggg!" Rebecca cried, pulling at her brown hair. Beside her Susan just laughed at her friend. "What's so funny?" the brunette turned to look at the skinny blonde beside her. "You've got all this figured out?"

"No," Susan said. "I just think this is an odd thing to be talking about the week before Christmas."

"But I need to pass this final," Rebecca said. She shook her head in an attempt to clear the frustration and turned back to the infernal math problem before them that Greg once again tried to explain.

Susan had long ago given up on it. Algebra wasn't her thing, but she had kept up with the accounting class so far, and had a B+ heading into the final. She only needed a C on this test to keep her GPA above 3.0, which is all her father cared about. Instead of thinking about the tricky math, she turned her head to look at the tables around them in the Student Union Building. The place was nearly full, everyone taking advantage of the free coffee offers during finals week.

Kevin, Greg's roommate, was two tables away. Two girls were around him pretending to study history for their final. Thomas was at the table too, but Kevin was the center of attention. Erin and Cindy kept leaning over the book in front of them to pretend to look at the paragraph Kevin was reading, but all they were doing was trying to show off their chests to the good looking junior.

Yes, Kevin was a looker with a chiseled jaw, thick arms, and washboard abs, but Susan knew him to be a womanizer of sorts, and he was currently chasing two different senior girls. Susan wanted something a bit more stable. She laughed at Thomas's efforts to steal looks down the girls' shirts that were meant for his friend. He wasn't bad looking, and Susan was willing to bet that eventually at least Erin would warm up to his advances once she realized Kevin wasn't giving her any attention.

On the table behind them was the link to this group of friends. Dan and Mindy were going over a text book studying for their finals. Or, at least, that is what they pretended to do. Their hands were under the table squeezing each other's upper thighs more often than they turned pages.

Dan was Thomas' roommate, and the 4 guys (Greg, Kevin, Thomas, and Dan) were close friends since freshman year. They played on all the intramural sports together by collecting one or two other guys they knew for each sport, but the 4 of them were always the constant. Dan had been dating Mindy since High School, and so she introduced all of her friends (Susan, Rebecca, Erin, and Cindy) to Dan's friends and the group had been together for the past two years.

As Susan turned back to the math bee at her table, she regarded Greg for not the first time since the friends had been together. There were 5 girls in their group and 4 guys, so one would think that a girl would be the fifth wheel, but it was usually Greg. He was not ugly by any stretch of the word, but he was not nearly as good looking as his three friends. Thomas, Dan, and Kevin were all about six-feet tall, muscular with clear skin and thick hair.

Greg still had the occasional acne break out, but was usually clear. He had tried growing a goatee, but you could count the individual hairs from across the room, so Kevin had told him to shave it. He was very tall at 6'7'', which helped in the sports they played, but it stretched his frame out, so that he did not have nearly the muscle definition of his friends. Also, Susan was the tallest of the girls at 5'7", and they would all prefer a guy closer to their height.

Susan always thought of Greg as the secret weapon in their group. He was incredibly smart and funny. He was always willing to help them study, often doing most of their homework for them. When the girls watched the boys play sports, Greg was underestimated by the other team and was usually the difference in them winning or losing.

But when it came to dating, Greg was left out. It didn't help that he surrounded himself with some of the best looking guys in school. It didn't help that for him classes came first, sports came second, and he had left little time for anything else. It also didn't help that he was kind of a nerd. He had a double major of Engineering and Computer Programming. The DVDs he had brought to school were all science fiction and fantasy. He wrote fanfiction, and wasn't ashamed of it.

The girls in the group tried to think of it as cute, but none of them shared interest in those kinds of movies or TV shows, so he usually went to the theater alone. And, if it wasn't for the fact that Kevin was super hot, and most of the girls wanted to get in his pants, they probably would have tossed Greg to the side a long time ago. But, he was Kevin's best friend, and he was a fun guy, so they humored him.

Susan tried to pay attention to the math again, but motion to her left startled her. An arm snaked down over Rebecca's head, and a hand deftly swiped at the Cowboy's hat that Greg always wore. The girls often wondered if he took it off to shower and if it was stapled to his head. It apparently wasn't stapled and came off in a flash.

"Hey!" Greg cried, swiping at his head. He was too slow, and the thief stood ten feet away holding the dingy hat.

"I'm sorry, but NASA called. They rejected your application for the seventeenth time, but they are interested in this hat. They said several new life forms might be growing in it."

Susan thought she recognized him from the basketball game she had watched the guys play a couple days ago. Kevin's team had won big and Greg had scored a lot of points.

"Very funny," Greg replied. "Give it back Rob."

Rob didn't reply but waved the hat in front of him and then feigned that it stank and held it further away. He took a step toward the trash and poised it over the open can. On top were half eaten fries, chicken fingers, and lots of sauces. If the hat went in there, it wouldn't be going back on Greg's head any time soon.

"Give it back, Robert," Rebecca scolded. "We're trying to study here."

Rob smirked at her. Susan was beginning to remember this thief from last year too. She thought that maybe he and Rebecca had been on a date before. "You don't fool me, Becky," he said. "You aren't studying. You just want an excuse to hang out with your new boyfriend. I'll tell you what, give the freak a kiss on the lips, and I'll give his hat back."

Susan watched with interest as Greg's expression changed to one of hope, but then to dejection as he saw Rebecca's reaction to the suggestion. Susan's friend did everything but yell, "Eww gross!" Her face screwed up in repulsion, and she shrank back from her tutor.

Rob was about to voice her thoughts for her, but Thomas had snuck away from his table and came up on Rob from behind. Rob heard him at the last moment and bolted forward. Kevin was ready to spring from his table to defend his roommate, but Rob chose to race passed Dan and Mindy's table instead. The couple never looked up from their book, apparently too enthralled in each other to pay any attention to what was going on.

Dan was sly, though, and just as Rob passed the table, his leg extended, and the hat thief went sprawling, hitting the tiled floor of the SUB hard. Kevin and Thomas were on him in a flash, but before they could wrestle the hat from him, he tossed it back toward the table his attackers had vacated. The bill hit two of the open coffees on the table and spilled them both over. Erin and Cindy jumped back from the table to keep the brown liquid from staining their designer tops and everyone just watched the hat soaking in the coffee.

Kevin didn't know if he should pummel Rob or try to save the hat. Eventually he just kicked the bully and walked back to his table. Dan who had only pretended not to be paying attention had already pulled a handful of napkins from his table and joined Kevin to clean things up.

Susan got up from her table, leaving two stunned people behind. Greg was still trying to absorb Rebecca's reaction to giving him a kiss, while Rebecca was trying to think of some appropriate comment to make to soften the blow to Greg, yet still make it clear that she was never going to kiss him.

Susan pulled the hat out of the mess and brought it dripping back to their table. "Just throw it away," Greg said dejected. He pushed his chair back from the table. "Good luck with your final," he said to Rebecca. "I hope I could help." With that, he stretched out his tall frame and walked out of the cafeteria.

"Good job, Becky," Susan said after she had thrown the beloved hat away.

"What?" she cried. "Do you want to kiss him?"

Susan didn't answer but heard her mind scream NO. She wasn't dating anyone right now, and she was just fine with it. She had jest been through a rough summer relationship that ended badly, and she was enjoying hanging out with her friends without any pressure to date. When she decided to start again, she likely wouldn't choose Greg. Still, she felt really sorry for him right now.

She turned back to her friends and saw that they had finished cleaning up. Erin and Cindy were ready to get back to studying with Kevin, but the guys were standing there unsure of what to do. Rob had made himself scarce, and they hadn't seen Greg's quick departure. Susan could see the frustration on Kevin's face at the abuse Greg was cursed to endure. Eventually he realized he couldn't do anything about it and sat down to work on the final he needed to pass.

Rebecca had cleaned up her books and papers and looked ready to go. "I think I understand it better now," she said to Susan. "Do you want to go back to the room and do some sample problems?" Susan agreed.

***

Finals were over two days later, and the group was getting ready to depart for Christmas Break. Dan and Mindy had already left together and Thomas had driven Rebecca to the airport since he lived nearby. Kevin, Erin, Cindy, and Susan stood in the cold parking lot getting ready to say goodbye.

"Where's Greg?" Susan asked. She had thought more about him in the past few days, wondering if there was something they could do to make him feel better about himself. She hadn't come up with anything.

"He's staying here over the holidays," Kevin replied.

"What?" Susan asked for clarification. "He stays at college? He doesn't go home?"

"He doesn't have enough money to fly home, and it's a lousy bus ride."

"But it's Christmas," Susan argued.

"His family, what's left of it, doesn't celebrate Christmas much. You know his father died when he was sixteen, and that was right before Christmas. His mother, who is an amateur alcoholic, becomes a pro this time of year, and it isn't a happy house. His older sister ran away from home during a Christmas break two years ago and now lives in California doing her best aircraft carrier impersonation on the internet."

"Aircraft carrier impersonation?" Susan mouthed the words to herself and Cindy leaned over to explain.

"Covered in seamen," she whispered.

Susan nodded, understanding that Kevin was guarding the honor of his best friend's sister by not blurting out that she did internet porn. "So he just stays here?"

"They leave the power on in the dorms for those who want to stay. The cafeteria is closed, but there are plenty of restaurants in the area. I've offered to take him home several times, but he doesn't want to."

The friends stood in the cold a while longer before Susan and Erin hugged Kevin and Cindy goodbye. Kevin was going to drive Cindy to the bus station and then continue home. Susan had her own car, and Erin lived on the way to her house two hours away.

Before the two girls walked to their car, Susan stopped. She handed her keys to Erin. "Here, warm up the car. I think I forgot something."

Two minutes later Susan jogged up to the front of Greg's dorm and slipped in as one of the guys was leaving. The doors to the buildings were already locked for the break. She had been up to Kevin's room many times and quickly went up the stairs and down the hall. She thought as she walked that it would never occur to her to call it Greg's room. She guessed that he spent more time in it than Kevin did, but to her and her friends, it was Kevin's.

She knocked on the door and heard Greg calling her to come in. He was reading a book, and put it down when she entered. "Hello?" he said cautiously, almost a question. He really wanted to be alone right now and felt by the look on Susan's face that she was going to invite him to something.

"I heard you were staying here for the holidays."

"'Tis true," he replied.

"You can't stay here," she argued. "You'd be all alone."

"And it is about time I got some peace and quiet," he said. "This 21-hour semester killed me. I need to unwind, and I can't think of anything better than a couple weeks alone, reading books, watching movies, sleeping in, and no one to bother me."

Susan knew a portion of that was true. He did work hard during the semester, and he probably enjoyed time by himself, but not over Christmas. "Erin and I are getting ready to leave. My family has an enormous house with more empty rooms than they know what to do with. My dad even built a theater room in the basement with a 100" flat screen. No one ever uses it anymore, especially with company over. And we have so many relatives flowing in and out of our house the next two weeks that no one would notice an extra person."

Susan was thinking out loud as she talked, not sure what had caused her to invite Greg to her house. She just wanted to be nice to him, but wasn't sure if she was signing up to spend her whole break with him.

Greg smiled back at her, and she was surprised at how pleasant it made him look. "Thanks for the offer, but I'll be just fine here."

Susan thought she could go on and on about how it would be no problem for him to come to her house and how many things there was to do there. Her mother was a doctor and her father was a lawyer. They had an indoor pool even. Her dad kept talking about putting a couple bowling lanes as an addition.

However, as she looked into Greg's eyes, she saw that he wasn't interested. And she didn't think it was that he wanted to spend time alone or that the wonders of her parent's mansion wouldn't excite him, but he wasn't interested in her charity. Susan searched out her true feelings, and realized she was offering charity. She didn't really want to know him better, she just felt sorry for him.

"Well, don't say I didn't try," she replied. "Merry Christmas." With that she turned and closed the door behind her.

***

Susan's house was a zoo. Every year the Christmas bash got bigger and bigger. Relatives from both sides came in droves. Susan could hardly keep the names straight. Some of her cousins gave her creepy looks too. There were probably about 10 college/high school age guys that thought they might get lucky. Truth be told, there were so many divorces in her family that Susan couldn't tell which cousins were blood related and which were not.

Either way, she didn't feel attracted to any of them. They were all at their rich uncle's house for the week and they acted like they owned the place. The pool was always busy, and the kitchen was always swarming with a dozen women preparing food for the throng. There was a 25' tree standing in the vaulted great room with enough presents below to supply a third world country.

Susan waded through the noise and confusion to her room on the third level and was happy to find that she only had to share it with one person this year. Kelly was a cousin on her mom's side. She was a withdrawn 17-year-old that had been homeschooled her whole life. She would probably spend most of her time in the room reading, which meant Susan's stuff would be guarded from her other demon relatives.

She had brought home laundry, but the line of clothes that needed to be washed was so long, that Susan thought she might have to go to a laundry mat to get anything clean. She complained to her mom that she was running out of underwear, and a 16-year-old boy that was in earshot said she should just wear a bikini instead. She gave him a sour look, but her mom had no response, as if that was a valid option.

As much as Susan might want to relax in the pool, it was so busy with kids, that relaxing wouldn't be possible. And she didn't even want to think about putting on a bathing suit. She would be wearing turtle necks and baggy pants around her horny cousins; as long as she had enough clean ones.

When Susan retreated from the noise enough to have some quiet time to herself, she found her thoughts turning more and more to Greg. It was funny that she had invited him to this madness and now she felt jealous that he was in peace and quiet. And had he come, they could have found quiet places. Her dad had locked the theater and billiards rooms. The equipment and furniture in those places was far too expensive to remain open to the rowdy relatives. Susan knew the combinations to the locks and they could have retreated down there for quiet entertainment.

But she had seen the look in Greg's eyes when she had made the offer and thought that he might have found it just as insulting as the look Rebecca had given him when it was suggested that she kiss him. She was offering charity. But what if it wasn't charity? What if she truly wanted to spend time with him to get to know him better and he believed her?

Christmas Eve was when the presents were opened. Her mom and dad had already told her that her gifts would come later so she wouldn't have to wade through the mess of people to get them. It was more for the little kids anyway. Susan had her room to herself during the gift opening. Kelly was down with the rest of the family. There she plotted her escape. Greg wanted to be alone on Christmas, but he was in for a surprise. Her biggest problem was clothes. She could continue to lounge around the house in pajama pants and old sweaters, but she shouldn't go out like that with Greg. She would insist they leave the dorm, and she wanted to be presentable.

The underwear was one problem, she wasn't going to wear a bikini underneath, but outer clothes were a problem too. The only clothes available to her were clothes that she hadn't brought to college. There was a pair of fat jeans that she had used a lot the past summer when she binged to get over the stress of her bad relationship. Her waist was narrow again, but her hips and bubble butt were still big enough to keep the jeans from falling down.

The next question was the sweater. She had two Christmas sweaters that she hadn't taken to college. One was red with Santa and reindeer prancing across the chest, and the other was green with elves on it. Neither one was that gaudy or she would have taken them to Goodwill by now. The green one with elves won out. The red one was too scratchy and she didn't have a clean shirt to wear underneath.

***

Six am on Christmas morning Susan's phone vibrated beneath her pillow and she woke up. She was careful not to wake Kelly, who hadn't come to bed until around 2am anyway. The older girl got dressed quietly, laughing to herself about the elves on her sweater and then slipped out of the room. The house was deathly still with close to 50 people sleeping in it right now. She made a quick stop in the kitchen for coffee that was always hot and ready, left a note that her mom would probably never see, donned a coat, and then slipped out of the house.




Elf Angel



The air was crisp and cold. It hadn't snowed last night, but a heavy frost had made it a white Christmas anyway. The land in front of their estate was covered with cars, and her younger brother was the one in charge of roping off the parking grid so that everyone could get in and out. Her car was accessible and after scraping the frost off the windshield, she pulled out of the yard with her lights off.

Susan drove quickly through the quiet streets. Her college was east so she drove into the sunrise and was amazed by the beauty of the frosted trees collecting the new dawn's first rays. It was a beautiful Christmas morning. Once she got on the free way, the trees fell away and she focused on the driving.

An hour in, she got off and stopped at a Wal-Mart to buy a Christmas present for Greg and then got back to the road. She thought about what she was doing during the last part of the drive. She was going as a friend. This wasn't necessarily the start of something bigger, but she felt that Greg had more to offer to the group than just a study buddy.

A little after 8 in the morning she pulled her car in front Greg's dorm. She sat there for a long while, realizing that she didn't have a key to get into the building. She had her cell phone and she knew Kevin's numb- uh, no, she knew GREG's number. Chances were that only Greg was staying in this building. Maybe a few foreign students didn't go home, but they might be in other dorms or might leave through different doors. And at 8 in the morning, no one might be up.

Susan waited another fifteen minutes to think of a better idea and then called Greg's room. He answered after the second ring and didn't sound groggy at all. "Hello."

"Merry Christmas, Greg," she said in a cheerful voice.

"Susan?" he asked. The fact that she was the last person he had had a conversation with that didn't include the phrase, "Do you want fries with that," helped him in identifying her voice.

"Good morning," she replied. "I was wondering if you had given any more thought to the offer I made you a few days ago."

"I remember," he said slowly, wondering about the odd nature of this call, "but you live two hours away, and I have no car."

"I could come pick you up," she said.

Susan listened to the pause and could imagine Greg holding the phone away from his head and looking at it questioningly. Susan had never been this friendly with him before. "I couldn't ask you to drive 4 hours round trip. Besides, I actually have plans today."

"Could I tag along?"

Susan thought she could hear him pull the phone away from his head again. "I am going to a concert that starts in less than an hour. I don't think you could get here in time."

"Would you believe I am sitting outside your dorm right now?"

"You're what?"

"Look outside." Susan stared up at the appropriate window on the side of the building. Soon she saw a dark shape move by the glass. Susan waved. "Good morning!"

"What are you doing here?"

She couldn't tell if he was upset or just shocked. "I couldn't stand the idea of you being alone on Christmas, so I thought I would pay you a visit. Like I said, my house is full of relatives, and I could use the break. The drive was very relaxing. So, can I come to this concert with you?"

"Yea, I guess."

"Good. Can you come downstairs and let me in? It's cold out here."

"Sure. Let me throw some clothes on and I'll be right down."

Susan heard a click on the line before she could make a sarcastic comment of him coming down just as he was. It was probably for the best. She didn't want him to get the wrong idea about this visit. Not that it would be a terrible thing if they fooled around. It was Christmas, and she bet Greg wouldn't mind that kind of present.

Susan did grab the real present off the passenger seat wrapped in a plastic bag. She left her car and made it to the door just as Greg got there. He was wearing jeans and a long sleeve flannel shirt. She thought briefly about what he might have been wearing before, but didn't dwell on it.

"Merry Christmas, Susan," he said, confusion still plastered over his face as to why she was here.

"Thank you," she replied and was already climbing the stairs toward his room. Greg followed.

He had kept the room relatively clean the past few days. She saw a dirty cereal bowl on the desk and realized that with a fridge and a microwave in the room, he didn't even have to go out to eat. Greg closed the door behind him, and she turned to offer him the plastic bag.

"I got you a Christmas present."

"I guess me telling you that you didn't have to do that is a bit silly at this point. You drove two hours to give it to me." He took the bag and reached in to pull out a new Cowboys hat. He smiled in spite of himself. "Thank you very much."

"So what concert are we going to?" She asked, taking off her coat and plopping down on the couch. She eyed up a few books with book marks that she guessed he had been reading so far. One was a fantasy book with an armor-clad hero attacking a dragon. Another said something about the theory of relativity, and a third looked like a history of the samurai.

"We are going to church."

"Church?" she asked. She didn't think he was religious, though it was Christmas.

"The local church is putting on a free performance of Handle's Messiah. You've heard it before, right?"

"Is it the one with the Hallelujah chorus?"

"That's it," he replied. He noticed the questioning look on her face. "Hey, I'm sorry if it's not Shania Twain or the Dixie Chicks, but it's what I was going to do."

"No, no," she said quickly. "It's fine. I just didn't think you were into classical music."

"Have you looked at my CDs?"

Susan hadn't, but she did now. Beethoven, Tchaikovsky, Mozart, Bach, Mendelssohn, etc . . . "I guess that it is up your alley."

"Anyway, since I don't have a car, I was going to walk. Are you up for a brisk stroll through the crisp Christmas air?"

They way he said it made him sound like a poet. "Yes, I think I am."

"Then we should go now," he said. Susan stood up and caught Greg staring at her chest. "I like your sweater."

Instantly she thought he was checking her out, since that is what most guys would be doing if they had her alone in their dorm room. Instead she looked down at her Christmas sweater and smiled at his innocence. "I'm an elf today," she replied proudly.

"Forest, moon, or dark?" he asked.

"Huh?"

Greg laughed a pleasant laugh. "Nothing. I'm just confirming my geekiness." They put on their coats and left the room.

***

The Church was 20 minutes away by foot. It was cold, but not freezing. Susan had a head band for her ears, and Greg wore a stocking cap. They kept their hands jammed into their pockets for warmth. Susan tried to remember the last time she walked with a boy her age without holding his hand. It was probably too cold for that without gloves, which ruined the whole hand holding experience anyway.

The brisk pace that Greg set with his long legs helped keep them warm, and they arrived at the church ten minutes before the concert started. Susan didn't know what to expect, and was surprised to see how many people were there. This was a new activity for her on a Christmas morning. She was used to sleeping off eggnog hangovers, getting up a little before noon and eating all day.

The concert was amazing. Susan had never experienced anything like it. She had been to country music concerts as Greg had knowingly made reference to, but this was nothing like that. There was energy in those concerts, but it was all physical. People danced and shouted and had a good time. Now the energy was spiritual. There was a magic in the air, and even though Susan's knowledge of what they were actual saying or singing about was limited, she hung on every word.

She looked up at Greg several times, wondering how he was experiencing this concert and was happy to see a smile on his face. He occasionally looked down at her as well, and finally halfway through, he put a long arm around her. It felt good to think of this odd guy as a friend. She knew just from the brief time she had been with him this morning that he was a lot deeper than she would have guessed.

This was the kind of concert you need to experience with someone, and Susan was glad he didn't have to come here alone. She had no real plans today. She thought she should probably try to be home before it got dark, but didn't really think about things beyond that. She just thought that spending the day with Greg on this Christmas Day was enough.

After the concert they filed out of the church into the cold air and Susan saw the scenery differently. The white snow no longer represented cold winter, but a fresh start -- a new beginning. Everything was wiped clean and they could do anything they wanted. The chorus of "We Shall Be Changed," echoed in her mind from the concert, and she saw her life more clearly now. Things could be different. Stereotypes didn't have to hold.

"I was going to get lunch at the diner over there, are you interested?" Greg interrupted her reflections.

Susan looked up at him, his breath misting between them. "Sounds good."

Once they were seated across the street and placed their orders, Greg began the conversation. "So what did you think about the concert?"

"I loved it," she said almost too quickly. "I really did," she confirmed more thoughtfully.

"I'm glad," he replied, and then just began to talk. Susan listened with great interest. He spoke of angels singing in the heavens and how they made him think of elves. The elves he spoke of were like nothing she knew of, and must have come from one of his books or movies. They weren't midgets in pointy shoes but elegant magical creatures of virtue and honor that lived in juxtaposition to the evils of the world. They allowed him to escape this world to a fantastical place where the joys and magics of Christmas existed every day.

The food came, but Greg kept talking. Susan ate as she listened, her mind opening up considerably. Even though he spoke of magic and fantasy and elves, things she would have earlier thought to have "confirmed his geekiness," as he had put it, now it sounded like something she wanted to know more about. She felt deeply that Greg was also someone she wanted to know more about.

Eventually he stopped talking so he could eat, and the silence between them hurt Susan's ears. She had come to really like the sound of his voice and didn't want the conversation to end. "So what were your plans for the rest of the day?"

"I thought I would watch a couple movies. I've been reading and watching college football most of the past few days, but I think I want something else."

"Do you have movies with the elves you talk of?" Susan heard herself asking.

Greg smiled at his new convert. "I have the Lord of the Rings trilogy. I think you might like it if you give it a chance."

Susan agreed with him.

***

The walk back wasn't as brisk. They both felt warmer from the food they had eaten and music they had listened too. Susan asked Greg a few questions about his family so that he would open up a bit more, and she was rewarded. When talking about his family, Greg spoke about how he didn't believe in chance. Everything happened for a reason. His father dying, his sister running away, and his mother's drinking were all hard things to deal with, and it should have the potential to send anyone reeling into depression. But it gave him more focus.

His father had been very obese and his heart attack had been a result of unhealthy living. Because of that, Greg worked out all the time and was very careful of what he ate. Because of his mother's bad habit, he didn't go to the drinking parties that plagued most college guys. He never wanted to behave as badly as he saw his mother behaving when she was drunk. And his sister's new profession helped him steer clear of those sites on the internet, and kept him from falling into that bottomless pit.

Susan listened to him intently appreciating the philosophy from someone not lecturing from a textbook. She thought of her own life in this new way of thinking. She wasn't happy that her house was overrun with annoying family members, but if her family had a more low key Christmas tradition, it wouldn't have been as easy to slip away this morning. If Rebecca hadn't reacted the way she had to the idea of kissing Greg, Susan probably wouldn't have ever thought about him like she had and wouldn't have come to visit him.

As they got back to the dorm, Susan wondered if every unusual thing that had happened to her in the past few days had a specific purpose. She had solved the clothing problem by wearing clothes she had on. Her solution to the underwear problem was a little more unique. Right now she was wearing lingerie. She only owned the two pieces she was wearing. She had bought them for her high school senior prom, expecting an exciting night once they left the dance. Instead her date had gotten drunk at a friend's house, and she never got a chance to show off her purchase.

It was the only clean underwear she had at home, so she had put it on. It was a lacy, white pushup bra that transformed her 34B's into full C cups. The panties were a matching white lace thong that dipped really low in the front. When she had picked the set out of a catalog before going to the store, the model had worn huge white wings and was reclining on a cloud. She was supposed to be an angel. The effect carried over to Susan, and she thought she looked quite heavenly in them as well.

Was there such thing as chance or was she wearing them for a purpose? Should she give Greg a gift that he would appreciate far more than the hat? She was wearing an elf sweater on the outside, but underneath she was the elf angel that Greg fantasized about. She made up her mind by the time they got to his door.

Greg opened the door and walked over to his movie collection. Susan took off her coat and watched him find the DVD he wanted, put it into player, and turn the TV on. He tossed his own coat on his bed and then sat on the couch. Susan walked over in front of him and turned the TV off for now.

"Did you want to watch it later?" he asked, no idea what he was in for.

"Greg," she said quietly. "I've really enjoyed this morning so far. I never really understood you before, but listening to the concert with you and hearing you talk about angels and fantasies, really helped me understand you better. Yes, I asked you to come to my house earlier because I felt sorry for you. I shouldn't have done that. But now I want to spend time with you because of you. And I want to give you something else, more than the hat."

He looked at her blankly. "You've already noticed I'm an elf on the outside," she said as she reached back to her tied up blonde hair and let it down. "But I want to show you that I am really an angel underneath." She crossed her arms in front of her, gripped the bottom of the loose sweater and pulled it up over her head.

She tossed the top on the bed next to his coat and appreciated the shocked look on Greg's face as his eyes focused on her perfect breasts held majestically in her expensive lingerie. Now was a time when he was supposed to stare at her body. Not to do so would be just as insulting as when guys did stare at her chest when they should be looking in her eyes.

"I . . ." he started.

"Shh," Susan hushed as she walked toward him and knelt down by his knees. "Don't talk, just watch." She got back up and danced for him. No music played in the room, but the music they had heard earlier played in her mind as she moved her lithe body before him. Susan's hands roamed up and down her torso, caressing her curves and playing with her long hair.

Eventually her hands made it to the button on her jeans. The oversized jeans were working their way down her hips anyway, and after a pop of the snap and a down stroke of the zipper, they were quickly on the floor.

Greg's eyes didn't know where to look now, as her hips moved in a hypnotic circuit beneath her narrow waist and she leaned forward and back, offering him the best views of all her curves. She turned around to show off her plump ass, and bent over to accentuate her long legs.

She danced for several minutes, wondering if this was Greg's first adventure into the wonders of a woman's body. Surely he had seen magazines before, every boy had, but she doubted he had ever had a girlfriend before, and he was barely old enough to go to a strip club.

Susan never had any intention of stripping past her lingerie, but as she saw the level of enjoyment Greg was having, her eyes went to the tent pitched in his pants and thought she might at least give him a happy ending.

She sauntered up to her audience and knelt down before him again. His hands were on the couch beside him, far too nervous to reach out and touch the angel before him. Instead, Susan used her hands to rub along the inside of his jeans toward the ever hardening tent pole.

The two made deep eye contact, and Susan gained approval through Greg's inaction as her hands moved on top of his erection. She was impressed with his length, as her hands moved to the button and zipper that were restraining the prize. He was a big boy, and the cliché of guys with big hands and feet was proving true.

Greg's leaking dick sprang free when she opened his pants and pulled his underwear down. The only aroma she detected was the sweet salty smell of his precum. She was happy he was hygienic. Her eyes locked with his again as she angled the long cock toward her face and reached her tongue out to lick the tip.

Greg groaned deeply as he felt her soft tongue on him and shifted his hips on the couch to bring himself closer to the angel. Susan responded by bringing her head over him and taking him straight down into the back of her throat. He groaned again more loudly, and Susan tried to see if she could get him to scream.

She worked fast, figuring that her new friend wasn't going to last long anyway. His precum was substantial, indicating it had been a while since his last ejaculation. Her right hand worked him up and down in a twisting motion as her mouth and tongue followed right above it. She slurped loudly as she came up on each stroke, moaning to herself as if she were eating a scrumptious desert.

Beside his hips, Susan saw Greg's hands grip the couch cushions in a vain attempt to fight against the building pleasure. She showed no mercy, sucking him even harder and faster, drool falling from her mouth as she liberally lubricated his cock. She heard his breathing suddenly falter and she reached her free hand under his sack to put pressure on what she had learned to be a man's G spot.

That pressure had no chance to prevent the flood from this hard geyser but it delayed the gratification just long enough to give her the scream she was looking for.

"Aaaahhhgggg!" he cried, and Susan closed her lips around the head of his cock to capture this eruption. The warm jet hit the back of her throat with significant force and she swallowed quickly, still rubbing up and down with her hand, coaxing shot after shot into her hungry mouth.

"Too much, too much," Greg pleaded as his hands found the top of her blond head to push her back. "Too sensitive."

She knew, but she gave him a few more hard sucks before she pulled off him. She grinned up at him once her face was clear, and he responded with scared look back. He tried to smile, but his body was still recovering from the most intense orgasm it had ever had. Susan knew all intense pleasure appeared as pain to someone who was new to it, and she didn't fear his reaction.

Eventually his breathing came back under control and Susan used her thumb at the base of his still hard penis to dredge up the remains of his load. She quickly leaned in and snaked the last bit off his tip with her tongue, sending another shiver through her helpless prey. "Merry Christmas," she said with a grin, his cum sitting on her tongue for him to see before she swallowed down.




Elf Angel



"Wow," was all Greg could say once his heart rate dropped below 120. "That was amazing. Thank you very much. I had no idea that girls could . . . I mean that you were . . . Wow."

"I'm glad you liked it," she said. "You are definitely worth a girl's trouble." She pushed herself up and stood to give Greg another look at her slim form. She turned with a sashay of her hips and walked back to the TV. She turned it on and heard the intro music of the movie from the menu screen.

"So this will be a good movie?"

"Not as good as what you just did, but I like it."

Before coming back to the couch, Susan picked up her sweater from the couch and put it back on. It hung just below her crotch. She didn't bother putting her jeans back on and sat down next to Greg. He had stuffed himself back into his pants and had zipped up. He looked at her incredulously, his eyes darting down to her totally bare legs extending from the bottom hem of her sweater. She crossed them casually, causing the hem to ride up further on her hip.

"Well," she responded to his look, "are you going to hit Play?"

"Uh, yea, right." He had lost all connection to the witty comebacks he usually had and could now only follow directions.

They watched the movie. As with the concert, Susan went into it with an open mind, and while the beginning featured intense battles with hideous monsters, it soon calmed down into a gentle story of Hobbits and their quest to save the world. She found herself crying, laughing, and even gripping Greg's leg during an intense action scene. Greg returned the favor by gripping her thigh, where his hand then stayed for the rest of the movie.

In the end, Susan was a converted fan. The movie was so much deeper than the clichéd portrayal of goblins and dwarfs that she had imagined before. As she looked up at Greg she made the obvious parallel connection. Greg held her gaze as neither of them spoke for several moments.

"Have you ever had girlfriend before?" she asked.

"Are you making an offer?" he replied, his mind once again in control of his words and actions.

"Would it be accepted?" she continued the game of questions.

"That depends on if you are as averse to kissing me as your roommate."

Susan answered by leaning up toward him. She could never make it the whole way because of his height, and he obliged her by lowering himself to her. Their lips met in the awkward way that first time kissers always experience, but that awkwardness soon turned to passion as each opened their mouth to the other.

Susan lay back on the couch as Greg fell on top of her. Their lips never parted as his hands moved up her thighs, under her sweater to her perfectly shaped breasts. His hands cupped and squeezed, testing the firmness of this new territory.

Yes, he had never had a girlfriend before. And, yes, this was his first access to a naked female not in a magazine or movie. Well, she wasn't naked quite yet.

Their lips parted just long enough to allow Greg a chance to pull off her sweater. Susan tried not to giggle as they resumed kissing, and he fought with the back clasp of her bra. He was a smart boy and figured it out after a few tries. Once he did, they broke kissing again so that he could take in her bare breasts. 

Predictably, his initial moments were ones of awe and amazement. These beautiful mounds had been beneath her clothes since they had first met last year, but only now did he realize what he had been missing. His mouth dropped to her erect nipples and was soon suckling like a contented babe.

Susan took the opportunity to work the buttons open on his flannel shirt and then tugged at his jeans again. These weren't coming off without help, and Greg got off the couch to pull them and his underwear to the floor. The two of them looked at each other carefully, Greg standing erect (in more ways than one) while Susan reclined on the couch like someone posing for an old photo.

Greg reached down to pick her up in his surprisingly strong arms and carried her over to the bed. They brushed aside the coats, and Greg once again climbed above her. His mouth resumed his exploration of her curvy body, kissing and licking his way across her sensitive flesh. Susan purred in appreciation of gentle approach. Too many of her boyfriends had treated her like a blowup doll in the past -- find the hole and fuck it hard. Greg treated her more like a goddess -- an elf perhaps.

Or an angel.

Or both.

Eventually his caressing kisses found their way to top of the white lace covering her sex. He paused there, wondering how and if he should continue. Susan gave her permission by lifting her hips. Greg didn't need to be told twice, and smoothly pulled the lacy thong down her legs and off. Once again he was looking at something new for him, and he took his time in examination.

Susan accepted the poking and prodding for what it was, knowing that if he took the same gentle approach he had with the rest of her body, he would figure out this part too. She wasn't hoping for a miracle, though, and Greg also realized that her pussy was not a puzzle he would solve quickly or in one sitting.

After a minute or two, his kisses traveled back up from her trimmed bush to her breasts and then up her neck to her face. They kissed for a long while, their naked bodies pressing together and rolling on the bed. Greg felt the urging of his body to be inside her, but wanted to enjoy the moment and wanted Susan to control how far this encounter went. He had enough confidence from their time together so far that this would not be the last opportunity.

Susan registered his hesitation, and felt the same intense desire to be joined with him. "I think it's time you came inside," she whispered as she nibbled on his ear lobe.

"How?" he asked back.

"Slowly and gently."

Greg decided not to aim blindly and pushed himself to his knees. With his dick in his hands, he ran the tip up and down the moist slit before him. "You are very wet," he observed.

"You are very good," she replied.

Each time he stroked up and hit her clit, he saw the shock of pleasure go through her. He filed that piece of information away for a later date and focused his attention on her oozing hole. His soft tip nestled into the folds of her pussy easily enough, and then he pushed his way inside. Susan's hips rose with the effort and she let out a cry as the largest cock she ever had slipped inside her.

Greg heeded her earlier advice and took it slow and gently, still kneeling between her legs. He watched mesmerized by the sight of his dick sliding in and out of the gorgeous woman's pussy. It stretched to envelop him, and he soon picked up the pace, until his balls slapped against her ass.

"Yes, Yes, Yes!" Susan cheered him on. His eyes went up her body to her bouncing breasts and panting face. "Harder. Faster."

Greg once again obeyed, leaning forward so his hands braced on either side of her shoulders. He kept his thrusting hard and fast as she exclaimrd her approval. After a few seconds he felt her legs leave the bed and wrap around his waist, locking her ankles. Greg sensed the altered angle of his thrusts, and felt his head rubbing against her love channel with added pressure.

"Oh, yes," she almost startled herself with the effectiveness of the new angle. "More, more, more!"

Greg drove her hard, diving his cock as deep as it would go. As his balls slapped louder and louder against her ass, he began to feel the tingling sensation within them grow as before. He didn't want this feeling to end, though, and he tried to think of something else, but with Susan's bouncing breasts and her constant cries of pleasure, his mind would only take him to one place.

Susan got their first.

"Oh, yes, fuck yes!" she cried. Her ankles unlocked, and as her feet slammed into the bed, her hips rose in orgasm. She cried a few more unintelligible things as Greg struggled to hold on. In the throes of her ecstasy, he felt his own orgasmic tidal wave come crashing into the beach.

"Ahhh!" he cried involuntarily as he emptied himself into the still thrashing woman below him. His arms were suddenly weak, and he collapsed on top of her. Susan hugged him tight, enjoying the feeling of his sparse chest hair on her sensitive breasts.

The two rolled back and forth, tightly entwined as the orgasms faded away into a warm serenity. They held each other for a long while, neither wanting this new feeling to end. Eventually, Greg became soft enough that he pulled out, and they rolled off each other to keep from dripping on the bed.

They lay naked beside each other, staring at the ceiling and wondering what to do next. Susan had enjoyed her awakening. Greg was as good a man as she was likely to find. He was funny, kind, gentle, and would only get better in bed. And if this was the best it would ever be, she could live with that too. He was as good looking as her last boyfriend and a sight better than a couple others.

Greg couldn't begin to count his Christmas blessings. He had always assumed that he would eventually have to settle for a former Goth chick that liked fantasy or one of the nerdy girls in his engineering classes. He never imagined for a moment that he would catch the eye of a blonde bombshell like Susan.

"So you think there is an empty room at your house?" Greg finally asked.

"I think I can find something," she replied. Those relatives of hers that didn't have two week's of vacation to spend would be leaving today. Some would stay through New Year's Day, but not many.

"And does this theater room of your have surround sound?"

"Yes, and bass so strong it will rattle your balls."

Greg laughed. "I think I'll leave that up to you." He sat up in bed and looked down at the beauty beside him. "I've read enough science fiction that you'd think I'd have figured out how to make a time bubble so this moment could last forever."

"Do you think you have sex figured out?" she asked. "Do you think this was the best it will ever be?"

"It gets better?" he asked incredulously.

"This wasn't bad," she assured him, "but it can get a lot better. Instead of trying to freeze this moment, try living in anticipation of the next one."

"In that case," he replied, scrambling over her to climb off the bed. "I need to get packing. The next one isn't going to be in this room."

Susan laughed as she rolled to her side to watch his naked body scoot around the room and pull clothes from his dresser. She paused in thought to wonder what she was getting into or how they were going to explain this to their friends but didn't worry about it too long. Eventually, she got off the bed and helped him pack.

The END



Elf Boy and Elf Girl's Frolic



© 2008, A Humble Tinsel Polisher

All Rights Reserved

Author's Note: This is the last of a trilogy, surrounding a fantasy girl named Christobel. It's just a fantasy and I would not advise people doing this in real life. Very large things don't belong inside a person's body and continued injury is dangerous to your health.

*

A most scintillating thing took place that touched me very deeply in a manner so subtle I was stupefied. It all took place by accent actually amid a series of sexual explorations between myself and a woman named Christobel. I heard a song by some little known song writer named James W. Bolton entitled A Simple Answer where he puts in some vocal effects at the beginning of it which sound like elves frolicking in a garden within some enchanted woods. Well that part of the song stuck in my mind. The lyrics were far too erudite for my tastes in music as I tend to like listening to rock more than his laid back sounds, but that part stuck in my head. 

Later I was messing around with my photo manipulating software and took a photo of myself and then one of her and pulled our ears out and up to a point, then elongated the feet and hands on both of us. I just couldn't believe how cute the two little elves that emerged from it were. She looked so freaking sexy like that, I just had to go take her right then!

Now we have played a great many sexual games and done a myriad of fantasies together but this one, for some unknown reason, truly appealed to me more than any other. Oh, we played Daddy and his little girl, she likes that one. We were two wild deer in the woods, the rich woman and the pool boy, each other's Master and Slave and many more, but for some reason Elf Boy and Elf Girl really touched me and made me love the kinky chick. She couldn't help but notice I was particularly frisky because I just went to her and ravished her, so after I pumped a gallon of golden seed into her, she asked, "What's gotten into you, all of the sudden?"

I grabbed her by the hand and dragged that sultry sexy body into the computer room saying, "Come with me and I'll show you." 

I've gotta admit I go a little crazy watching that sweet booty sway as she walks especially when she is unsure of what is happening. She steps with such careful grace and each sinew of leg muscle individually tightens just to the exact amount needed. Her muscles ripple in such feminine splendor! She's such an exquisite creature. 

So I turned the computer back on and showed her the two photos that I had put together. She got the hottest little smile on her face and that little impish grin which borders on evil. She wrinkled up her little nose and then one of the sweetest things I love to hear time and time again blessed my ears as she started to chuckle. I can't tell you how much I really love to make this woman laugh! So much of our lives are so serious with all the stress and worries that are thrown our way mucking up everything, when I hear her laugh she melts me completely.

She looked up at me kinda giggling and asked, "Ya wanna?" 

I drew my gaze up from seeing my sperm dripping down her silky tanned leg and I looked as deeply into her eyes as I could, and slowly, shook my head affirmatively while curling my lips and humming out, "Mmmmm Hummm!"

She reported, "I have a friend that makes those Hollywood plastic masks and all that. And he's gay but he's really good at what he does. I bet he could make long feet for both of us and the ears too!"

"Wouldn't that cost a lot of money?" was my immediate response.

She did one of those sexy moves where she glides her hand and finger over my chest as she turns to show me a profile while she sticks her gorgeous breasts out sensuously, and she cooed, "Well if you fuck me like you just did it'll be worth it, no matter how much it costs! I spend a grip of money in the beauty shop and that doesn't bother you. Besides, if I tell him what we're going to do then he'll probably do it for free just so he can fantasize about it too."

I couldn't help but notice she left out the hands completely. She loves the tactile sensation of hands touching, feeling and the idea of hands being covered with plastic didn't appeal to her at all. Not even if those elf fingers were long and gangly and could reach deeply into her womanhood and stroke places that normal fingers could never reach.

Oh did I mention that she is younger than I am, considerably younger. She says she's in her mid twenties but she's actually a little older than that ... oops I told ... Sorry Christo! So her colloquialisms are much hipper than mine. She brings youth and vigor into my life and I love for that too. 

Her long brown hair goes down almost to that gorgeous full ass. She's got the most perfect ears and the slope of her neck and shoulders is so feminine, yielding and luscious. Her eyes are a soft brown color but she wears contacts and changes the color of her eyes to match what she's wearing usually, but sometimes just does it by how she "feels." When she does the blue contacts it's all about The Fireman and the Dumb Blonde with her little pussy cat up a tree and she loves Firemen. Her nose is small and blends into her face so beguilingly that she is totally stunning when she's giving me or anybody else head. And those succulent full lips feel so soft and good. 

She sets a bon fire off in my groin every time she kisses me and she deliberately does that to me at the most embarrassing moments. Then she calls herself a bitch for doing it and gets depressed from that. Secretly I love it but I don't really like being embarrassed all that much, and especially not in public. I'm just not into that deprecation thing. 

Her sweet juicy breasts are the most amazing firm mounds of tenderness. The way they sway when she moves and the way they seems to know just which way to point is absolutely captivating. They are topped with big full porous nipples that just beg for my mouth and show every time she even starts to think about anything that turns her on. And everything in the freakin' world turns her on! She has medium sized areolas that are the perfect separate shade even when she's got an "All Over Tan" but especially when she lets her flesh lighten a little. A little tiny waist that makes me afraid I'm gonna break her if I play too rough and of course she keeps telling me that she won't break ... cuz most times she likes it rough! 

She loves to strain as hard as possible when we're having sex so we do get into some strange positions to make that happen. The young thing knows a whole lot more about it than I do. Her legs look like they are very thin and slinky sometimes and other times they seem to be so full and strong that she looks like she pumps iron. When I eat her pussy, and she is really getting off on it, she tightens her grip with those legs so tight it makes my head buzz but I actually love that because I am swimming in her love juices totally hypnotized by the scent and the sweet taste of her womanhood that when she tightens up I feel like I'm lunged right into the present. I never told her she commands that in me and I love her for it. 

Her flesh is so deep and sensuous that no matter how much of a tan she has (and she gets all into that) it's like the tiniest touch conveys directly to my soul. Her skin shines in low light and it seems like it glows to me but then in the bright light it appears to soften and blend in such a mysterious way that I just need to dive into her and consume every inch of that wondrous body. Naturally I saved the best part of her description for last. 

I really haven't been with a lot of women and almost all of them were silt with a hole but not Christobel. She has puffy labia that gets so full and red when she isn't tanned and so dark when she is that they are like two soft pillows kissing whatever part of me is on them. I love to press my tongue into each of them and watch as they puff out all over. 

Her majora are the most festinating and captivating things I've ever seen! Until she is turned on they lay protruding and crinkly soft, just poking out of her taut labia, begging to be tickled softly so they can send secret messages to her clitty. When she gets turned on they get so full of blood and have a lighter shade that matches her complexion in a deliriously enticing way. The heat she radiates from them is the warmth I need to feel for the rest of my life. When that glistening pussy juice starts moistening them I'm like a man possessed! They get so big and full that they lay out on both sides of her love tunnel and are the most divine sustenance my mouth has ever experienced. 

I could eat her until my tongue fell out of my head! Gliding my turgid member into her is so easy because of those sweet majora. I don't have to be concerned about my cock finding home. It just slides right into her like she was made for sexual intercourse. 

And her beautiful clitoris hides in such a pouting, needy way and then struts itself out with so demanding a fashion that I just love to softly flick it and watch it run back into the shelter of her soft clitty hood. When I suck that clitty into my mouth her whole body becomes my orchestra and I AM the symphony conductor. Cumming inside that sweet little pussy is heaven. Collapsing into those acquiescent arms and feeling her pet me in the afterglow bring me such peace and contentment the whole world can feel the love that passes between us radiating out into the cosmos.

So we put a plan into action. She loves to show off in front of her friends. Before me she was off into the lesbo partying and that group exhibition titillation thing for a while. I agree it did make her more sensuous and more adventuresome. She calls it liberating but I don't think that is what it was at all myself. I'm just glad she came back to the pole because she's just so damn good at it. What we did was we got a projector and filled it with slides of a forest garden so we could put a wide angle lens on it and see the "garden" on three of the walls of the living room. We also got a long sound effects .wav file off the net that has what sounds like a small brook in it and the sounds of all the little creatures of the woods that we could loop on the 'puter. 

Then after she talked with her friend we went in for fittings. She was right he wasn't busy so he did it for free. She's just so damn smart some times it really amazes me. She knows how to play people and get them to do stuff nobody would ever do for her otherwise. I'm glad I wasn't around when she was exercising her demons as she surely put a lot of people through hell. I actually liked the guy that made the plastic parts. He wasn't really flaming but he did fag out more than I'm used to, but we had one thing in common. He swooned over Christo simply adoring her. Of course he wanted to be just like her and I wanted to consume her but that was enough common ground for us to get along. So he fitted her and then me by making a casts and then he turned them into molds that he'd put the plastic on later.

Now comes the part I surprised her with. I have to tell you I just love this chick so much I need to please her in every way possible. When she was into the lesbo thing she got into fisting and she hasn't done that in a long time. Her sweet pussy isn't wayyyyy tight but it's tighter than a woman who's had a baby is. The only thing is, I understand that she gets the feeling that she needs to be completely filled some times, and even though she has a big dildo that she uses when she feels like that I wanted to do something special for her. I wanted to feel like I was a part of it. 

She tells me that my average cock feels so much better than the girlie dicks and "real" beats the hell out of plastic. Then she talks about how she loves to feel me shrinking out of her slippery pussy and how the pulse of my cock feels so good to her and the feeling me shooting ropes of living sperm into her uterus is such a psychological turn on to her. 

But I know that sometimes she needs to be filled completely. I even fisted her a couple of times. At first I didn't want too because I consider that a form of sadistic mutilation but she was already mutilated so I wasn't the one that did it to her. I decided we should have a "fist day" at least one time. So I started the morning off with one little session. She looked like it hurt so much ringing my hand down into her I almost stopped but she kept telling me to go on. She had such a hungry look on her face I couldn't deny her that. 

Then I did her standing up while I sat in a chair in the afternoon and then with her sitting on the sofa that evening. Damn! Her face was so pretty when she was sitting there with those sexy legs drawn up and spread so willingly wide. By evening she was used to me and putting it into her so that didn't bother me anymore. I didn't really get off on it though because I know it was continuing to weaken her uterus and even though she says she doesn't want kids I know she secretly does. She's afraid she'll molest them and I know she would be stronger than that.

That night I fist fucked her into a total frenzy. She actually past out completely. I made her strain for it and beg me to shove my big arm up inside her. I ripped that fucking pussy up so bad it actually did take a week before she could feel anything after that. But she was still fuckable the next day. A little sloppy but sometimes I really like that! It does make me cum faster though. All that juicy, slippery, gooshy, searing heat and those velvet soft, pussy walls, with her straining so hard, like a wild animal beneath my thrusts ... makes my spine tingle just thinking about it. I also have to admit I got some freakin' unbelievable head for about a week after that. 

Since then she never has done what she told she would do if she needed to be fisted again. She said she'd cuddle up with me and make a real show of adoring my arm and fondling it and building her desire until she couldn't take it any more. Then she'd beg me to fist her. I guess she just loves the way I fuck her with my normal sized cock. Maybe love has something to do with it. That or she hated how it made me feel to hurt her that morning.

So after our fitting I went back to see her friend and I asked the guy if I made a cast of my cock would he make me one of those slip over cocks so I could fill her to the brim! I know he was toying with me when he volunteered to make the cast himself but I took the stuff home and did it when she wasn't there. He had been to some of their open gay parties and knew from watching her just how big to make the massive thing. 

After she went to get the other stuff he made for us I went over there and got the giant plastic extension and he was just gushing at what a sweet thing I was doing for her. He probably did make an extra one just for himself and I did notice he kept the cast of my cock but that's okay. If he wanted to get off a couple of times pretending he was her and had my dick up in him I suppose that doesn't hurt anything. The real one is going into her and only her. That's where home is. That's where it belongs. 

So we practiced and played it out a few times before she had her "kinky" friends over for the big party, and I guess that's when it started. There was just something about the look in her eyes that threw me for a loop. They danced in an enticing fiery manner while she warmed her way up next to me. The character she envisioned for a what an Elf Girl meant to her was capricious and yet tantalizingly sexy. Even with her I had always been kind of standoffish, I usually don't like people touching me but she was the exception. When she slipped into her Elf Girl character I found myself welcoming her into my space and even felt like I could feel her when she got near and longed for her to come closer. 

I guess it was the endearing fun of it all that did it for me. It was kind of like the feeling you get standing at the refrigerator door taking a big gulp of cherry kool aid when your dehydrated in the summertime. A little bit wicked, but fun, and so satisfying.

I kept the surprise hidden until "dress rehearsal" just the night before her big party. We had gotten our act down pat. Her real name sounds like what an Elf's name might be but mine is just too plain and too human so we decided I'd be called Gondersnuffle. Gone down der' to snuffle some up! 

So there I stood in the bathroom with this 15 inch fake plastic cock fitted over my real one suddenly feeling totally inadequate on my own, which I hadn't expected. I was trying to get it not to show in my pants and that was pretty difficult but I wanted to surprise her. I needed to fill her up completely! I wore these baggy light brown cargo pants made out of some soft suede or something and with a little practice I could move around and it didn't show too much. I couldn't actually get my hand around the monster phallus but the gay guy assured me she could take the whole thing and especially up her ass. 

Some times I'm not real sure of things I've decided to do and that was definitely one of them. I had on a kaki safari shirt that was two sizes to large for me and it helped hide what was in my pants. So I went out to the living room/garden to meet her. 

She looked so radiant with a rustic skimpy dress made out of a car shammy and held together with leather strips for stitching. It was off one shoulder and the front was slit down from her neck so that one breast was ready to slip out any second and the other could be seen clearly every time she bent over. The course micro fiber was so thin you could see the outline of her rock hard nipples that just grew larger and larger every time she moved against the rough surface of her dress. That soft, sweet, supple, flesh grinding against the rough shammy material was such a turn on! The hem was so short you could see her firm ass cheeks hanging down like a pair of sweet, tangy, pomegranates swaying on the end of a limb in a hot summer breeze and the leather stitching stopped well before the hem so there was a lot of open thigh flesh showing too. And of course, she didn't wear any panties at all. Elf women never do. She even put some glitter on her hot little rump and I think she had made sure she moisturized just before getting dressed. 

I just stood there in shock and I could feel that damn plastic extension holding down my rock hard cock like a vise. So we began with a little dance at arms length and started making funny faces at each other. I guess we looked more like trolls than elves oogling each other and playing with one another's bodies. It truly thrilled me to watch her giggling and messing around without a care in the world. 

The heavy aire of sexuality hung in the stillness between every passing second and from my point of view she instinctively knew how to work each image of our being there together into a fury of sexual desire. She just knew how to move that well.

I traced the line of her collar and slid my hand down into her dress onto one of those molten mounds and she let out a low thankful animal sound as my softer hand now held her creamy breast in it. In a second I had her succulent orb out and was sucking it and blowing hot and cold air over what my lips and tongue had moistened and I could smell her thick sweet woman aroma permeating my whole body. 

Those sexy little elf ears of her's poking out of her hair just made the whole picture turn out so real it was incredible. I had to reach up with my other hand and stroke my little elf lover's lobes. She ran her hand down to my cock and then got the strangest look on her face. I Panicked but tried not to let it show! With her it was part total surprise and part hurt because she was afraid that what she found would be something that demeaned me. I really don't know exactly how she sensed the under feelings of inadequacy that go along with a male conceding to the use of a cock extension but she did.




Elf Boy and Elf Girl's Frolic



She had tears in her eyes as she open the fly and got down on her knees in front of me to pull the cargo shorts off. When she did the giant dong hung there in front of her face. She looked like she was mad at me and was going to tell me to take the ridiculous thing off. I pulled her up to her feet and began to speak to her softly.

"Christo," I said, "I did this for you. I know sometimes you need to feel completely full and I really want to be a significant part of it. When you get that big dildo out and use it I feel like I'm just a photograph on the wall."

"Oh baby, you don't have to do this. I'll throw the dildo away. I don't need anybody or anything but you," she trembled out as the tears flowed down her cheeks. God I loved her so much right then!

"But I want too sweet heart," I implored. "I want to fill you as completely as you've ever been filled," was my determined reply.

She had the sweetest look in her eyes as she exclaimed, "You already do. You fill me with love and that's all I ever really needed. I didn't know that before but I do now."

I told her, "Well let's just try it this once and trip out your friends tomorrow then if you want too we'll throw this plastic cock extension away."

She looked me straight in the eye and sternly said, "Are you sure?"

I wrapped her in my arms and let the giant plastic cock slip between her legs as I drew her into me. We stood there swaying back and forth as I felt the heat coming from her body. When our lips met she was on fire. I gently lifted the back of her dress until my hands were roaming all over her back. She slipped the side over her shoulder off and the shammy hung around her waist getting larger and larger as we sweat together in the heat of the moment. We never stopped the kiss until I was on my knees over her on the floor. 

She lay there with her legs open in the most lurid sexy pose I'd ever seen in my long inexperienced life, as I began to rub the massive head across her juicy slit. She had to hold it steady as I began to push into her and she helped by pulling that plastic dong down hard into her spectacular open cunt. Her juices were drenching the carpet and she was writhing in pain. Just as I was about to scream out how fucking stupid I was wanting to do this and call the whole thing off the bulbous head slipped past her opening and popped into her about an inch or so. 

"God Chris I'm so sorry I hurt you!" Was all I could mange to say.

She said, "It doesn't hurt now. It's just been so long since I've had anything this big inside me. Go ahead and ease it in. I'll tell you when to stop."

She continued to writhe under me moving away from the assault and gathering the massive thing into her in alternating motions. The entire experience was so surreal I hated it and loved it at the same time. Soon we worked about six inches of it down into her together and she looked at me with crazed eyes and said, "Just a little more."

I pushed into her deeper and at about nine inches she looked like she was panicking begging me to stop and not go any deeper. I found a stroke and began easing it in and out of her slashing pussy. She was in a state of orgasm from that moment on as I continued to pump it into her as long as she kept moving, writhing and humping up to greet it. That hungry pussy of her's devoured the plastic cock and every single muscle in her body grew so tense I thought she'd have a stroke. 

She didn't cry out or moan she just kept fucking and fucking until finally she arched her back raising us both off the floor and then fell totally limp below me. She passed out completely so I slid the thing out of her and laid back down on top of her. I started kissing her neck as she returned to earth and she began kissing me back with such passion that her lips felt as if they melted into my body wherever contact was made and she made contact everywhere she could. While we were laying there I had to know.

I asked, "Is it true, you could take this whole thing up your Hershey Highway?"

She just laid there and softly shook her head affirmatively. But she said, "Not right now, I couldn't. I'm so worn out.!" 

I never knew how much I loved the way she ground herself all over me when we made love until that moment. There was no grinding in what we did. My pubes never touched her mon. It was totally strange and I didn't really feel right at all. This wasn't love. It wasn't even lust. It was some kind of sado-masochistic ritual that actually did nothing for me. I'd much rather take a handful of viagra and go blind fucking her until the moon turned blue to get her off that intensely with my all too average real cock.

As she came around she started stroking my elf ears and I could feel her elf foot rubbing against mine. She said, "Little Elf Girl loves Elf Boy," as she smiled all the way into my heart. I responded in kind and then she said something that surprised me, adding, "I only did this for you, so you could feel all this and really know what being a part of it is like." 

All I could think to say was, "Elf Boy loves Elf Girl too! But it must not be the same for two women using a strap-on."

Then she surprised me again. She's so freakin' smart. I am truly amazed by her. She looked me deep in the eyes and said, "After we started talking to each other and before we really got together, I used to do it with other girls and let them do me with their strap-ons while I pretended it was you. I swear to God, from the first moment I heard you speak to me, and saw you, I have always fantasized it was you I was with. I only wish we would have really gotten together sooner."

I didn't know what to say I just kissed her as deeply as I could. As awesome as seeing and feeling the raw, burning, sexual abandon within her was, and as compelling as all the things I learned from it were, that wasn't the thing that endured me to the scenario. That wasn't what I loved about the experience. 

What really got to me was the sense of us having such fun together, playing with each other's bodies, living out a goofy, innocent, maybe even childish, fantasy, and snuggling like a couple of aliens in a strange, mystical, world. I would trade a thousand years of hard driven passionate animal fucking, for a glimpse of her sweet smiling little elf face, expressing joy, love and tenderness with me, because of me, inside my heart and inside her's.

* * * * * 

We did have the party and we did trip out every single one of her old friends. I had heard about their ribald parties before but I had never been to one. It seems they take turns performing sex acts in front of each other like they are on stage. I sat next to Christobel and we both kept driving each other close to orgasm, over and over again, just petting and feeling each other up as we watched the girls eating and fisting each other and the guys sucking each other's dicks and the Tarzan and Jane dangling from the wildest collapsible contraction I've ever seen. Some of it actually was a turn on but I think that's because I was with her doing something she loved to do. Just before our turn I looked over at the guy that made the Elf parts for us and he smiled knowingly.

When we went in to get ready Stan (was his name) took over as Host. He started the projector and put the sound file on and I guess he really had that gay sense of "drama" because he became an announcer. I actually felt like a teenager going on stage for the school play. I had to laugh as it took me longer to get ready than Christo. She wrapped a sheet around herself so no one would see her until her entrance from the kitchen as I finished fitting the stuff on myself. That sweet woman did make sure my cock was hard enough to grip the inside of the extension. Damn that thing hurt! I never told her though thinking maybe someday I'd get used to it.

The moment of truth was here as I walked out into the front room with my Elf costume on and sweet little Christobel was announced.

Stan was using his lowest macho voice as he stated, "Deep in the heart of the enchanted woods there lives a kinship of Elvin creatures. One such ravishing little female Elf named Christobel has found her true love and now awaits his arrival. From the hallway I could see her prancing around and playing it for all it was worth. She never ceases to amaze me. She is even a good actress! She was blending in with the light beams from the projector and letting her sweet booty tantalize them as well as showing how hard those gorgeous nipples got with that scruffy clothing dragging across them. Her face and breasts were flush and she just looked so freakin' adorable. 

Then Stan announced my entrance and my heart felt like it fell though the bottom of my feet! He stated, Watch sweet Christobel as Gondersnuffle approaches! When I walked into the room she seemed to go through a thousand changes at once and I actually did feel drawn into her arms. After my head stopped pounding from stage fright the butterflies in my stomach seemed to calm, and sweet, timid Christo started taking control of the performance. 

She danced around me and rubbed that sexy body all over me as I slowly started getting into it. Then just as we practiced, we kissed and I felt like a thousand volts of raw sexual energy had shot through me. I slid my hand down the line of her little dress and withdrew that succulent breast. I looked in her eyes while one hand stroked her Elf ear and the other held her beautiful titty and those dark brown orbs shot a million thoughts of love and support for me through the air. I buried my face in her breast and suckled from her for all it was worth. 

She felt like she was a total mass of hard bodied, flesh, energized by some unseen force. Her pussy juice was flowing so intensely I longed and yearned to drink every drop of her. I almost fell down over my elf feet and began lapping at her young virile cunt. Somehow, I even got bitten by the acting bug, and reached down to lick her long distorted elf feet as she cooed and gasp like she was having a orgasm from that alone. 

Her friends were laughing so hard you couldn't hear the background sounds but they grew intently silent as I moved back up to lick the sweet nectar from her trembling legs and further, softly, onward toward her sweet passion pit. My fingers preceded me gently ticking those swollen giant vulva and I knew her majora was about to pop. I could feel her orgasm hit as I sucked in her clitty and rolled it around and around in my mouth. I deliberately let myself slobber as I turned to the onlookers so they could see her feminine moisture all over my face and I moved in for the kill. 

I totally ravaged her womanhood and she collapsed over me as she came all she could say was simply. "Whooooooo." 

When the waves of orgasm subsided she rose like a sweet Zenith renewed. Her shammy outfit now wet and reveling more and more of that delicious flesh as it hung loose from her body in some places, and clung to her breasts and that magnificent ass so gently. Tiny trickles of sweat had made a trail through the glitter and moisturizing cream along those magnificent booty cheeks and she turned around in a slow sultry full circle as I knelt before her. 

At that very instant she truly was a Goddess! 

Then with the grace of a ballerina she extended her leg behind her which gave a full view of her clean shaven pussy. She lifted one arm behind her and reached out to pull her Elf Boy up from the floor. When I stood she undid my shorts and much to everyone's amazement there stood the full 15 inches of cock sticking almost straight out in front of me. My real dick inside that plastic tool was so hard it easily lifted the heavy extension. She took it in her hand and made the most passionate love I'd ever seen to it. She licked it, rubbed it all over her face, and sucked it into her mouth, and I have no idea how she got that behemoth past those sweet lips! She made every single inch of it moist with her saliva and then toped it off by camel toeing it until it glistened with a thick coating of her pussy juice. 

She pushed me back into the chair behind me and as I sprawled into it, the massive meat pole sprang up straight and tall. She held the hunger of a thousand rabid temple whores within her as she glided over in front of me. She acted as if she was going to climb on top of me and shove it deep inside her wanton womanhood. At the very last second she turned and thrust out that gorgeous gluteus maximums and the glitter sparkled like diamonds in dim light way down in the deep mines of Kimberly.

She drove herself onto the huge plastic cock extension and plunged it into herself. She crouched there for a second shaking in painful reaction and then inched it up and down until she had impaled herself completely on it. She turned to her side to get the last fractions of an inch into her as she lifted one leg onto the chair beside me. The wet trail from her vaginal opening almost streamed audibly as she began to fuck that giant plastic extension harder and harder. 

I watched in awe as she climaxed over and over with the shammy dress now a clump of wet cloth she threw over her head. The feminine lithe body drove on and on over me until she finally tensed so much I could feel the other people in the room gasping and clenching their teeth in sympathy. At that very instant she slid one single thin finger through her slit and collapsed totally spent into my arms. Her now frail trembling hand fed me the sweetest of her secretions and I licked her finger clean. 

Stan faded the lights to black and the roar of that small throng was impressively deafening.

I don't know how she managed it, but when the lights went out she got up and pulled me into the bedroom. I was dumbfounded. I resolved to simply leave and never come back. She was far too much a sexual monolith for the likes of me. She needed some Adonis or a young John Holmes or a freakin steam driven sybian. I got the Elf crap off of me and put my clothes on without saying a word. 

"Why so quiet?" she asked in the softest voice I've ever heard her use.

I stammered my reply, "You were just so unbelievable. So awesome!"

She thanked me and we went out to mingle with her friends. I withdrew into myself and when I knew nobody was even paying a bit of attention to me, I stole out into the night and began to get into my truck. Right out of nowhere there stood luscious, beautiful, Christobel asking, "Where are you going?"

I couldn't find an answer because I had no place to go but I didn't belong here with such a magnificent sexual creature. I was totally, sublimated. I said, "I don't' know," as tears washed down my face.

As I fumbled with the ignition key she cried out, "Don't leave me!"

I could feel her hands drag me from the truck. I could feel her leading me back into the house. I felt the bodies brush against me as she pulled me into the bedroom. I could feel my lungs dragging air into them. I could feel the pillow hit the back of my head. I could feel her nuzzle against me. I could hear her saying, "I love you baby, only you."

As I awakened I was laying on my back nude again with Christo camel toeing my average cock and her whole being radiated. My cock was hard as a rock and when she slipped that velvet womanhood around it I felt like I was in heaven once again. She rolled over and took me with her and soon I was on top inside her as she cried out, "Fuck me baby ... please fuck me!"

I remember her saying that she could still feel me inside of her and something about Stan being a genius with those collapsing plastics, but I couldn't even think at all.

That was six months ago. We haven't had another sex party but we have played Elf Boy and Elf Girl again, several times, without the cock extension. I love it each every time I see her sweet smiling face, and those chuckling sounds in her delighted voice still send shivers down my spine. The plastic cock extension that Stan made is still in the closet just in case she ever wants, or needs .to use it again but she hasn't even made a move toward it.

I could leave her ... just to get out of her way, she is just so awesome ... but I pray to God she never leaves me.



Elf Domination



-Authors Note: a story inspired by an online Role Play that got decidedly steamy between me and a friend. When I mentioned this could be a good short story he said to go ahead. So, to my Drow, thank you!-




She waited upon the bed for her master, and mate to join her. He had started out teaching her magic, before their relationship turned deeper, more intimate. Her own powers tended towards the demonic arts, his, more all- encompassing, but not as dark in its nature. Her lover was staggeringly powerful, sexy and well respected. She often worried that she did not deserve the love of one such as he.

Tonight, she was determined to catch him off guard, let him see the full extent of her wicked potential. She was a small thing, barely five foot, an elf witch, with sun-kissed skin, blonde hair straight and thick, falling to her upper back, perky round breasts, surprisingly so for an elf, but not too big, and an ass that was tight and round. She was going to need help subduing one such as her love; he towered over her by well over a foot. Smirking at the glowing eyes of the creature hiding behind the door, she knew that she had chosen the right "co-conspirator" for this night's sinful enterprise. It was time for her mate to see just what a determined and kinky witch could do.

Hearing footsteps approaching the bedchamber she drew herself into what she hoped was a seemingly innocent pose, hands resting demurely on her knees, breasts thrust out against the diaphanous short nightgown. She had spent the evening teasing her mate, deliberately stirring his arousal, before skipping off to their room with a wink. He was naturally dominant, and had seemed surprised that his little mate was being so forward this night. 

His form filled the doorway. If she was possessed of the golden skin hues of the sun, he was formed as of the night itself, skin so dark it was ebony, eyes a pale almost silver blue, long cascading white hair that she loved to feel dragged across her skin.

"Well my love, you've been tormenting me all night with that body of yours, I hope you're ready for what you've been begging for!" he smirked, stepping into the chamber, eyes fixed on her small form on their bed. She smiled wickedly at him, "Oh I think it is you who had best be ready beloved" she inclined her head and the creature behind the door stepped out, kicking it closed with one bare, clawed foot. Her mate spun around in surprise, his mouth dropping open. His cunning little witch had summoned a Succubus, one she usually reserved for flaying her opponents in battle. 

The demoness was tall, black hair cut bluntly at shoulder length, a slight fringe hanging over glowing red eyes. She wore a leather corset encasing her large, impossibly perky breasts, and a tiny leather g string riding between a lush rounded ass. Her skin was so deep a pink as to be almost purple, her head crowned with two horns, and a long, prehensile snakelike tail. She grinned at the stunned elf male, sliding the preferred weapon of her kind between her claw tipped fingers, the long wicked leather whip flicking against the flagstones.

Her mate turned to look out of the corner of his eye at his little wife smirking on their bed. "Two against one? Well bring it on wenches!" he suddenly jumped a little, startled when the succubi's whip lashed out catching his legs with an evil cracking sound "You talk too much Male!" she hissed softly, distracting him while the elf witch summoned magical bindings that shot out to capture his wrists, tugging him back to stand at the foot of the bed, arms now lashed to the bedposts in unbreakable dark energy strands. He could hear his mate chuckling, a light and breathy sound, as she leaned against his back, biting the side of his neck, small hands coming around his chest to rip his shirt open. "Relax my love, we won't hurt you...unless you want us too?" she purred against his throat, now trailing her small tongue up to trace his pointed ears, nibbling on the tips where she knew all of their kind were hypersensitive.

He grit his teeth but couldn't quite suppress the deep groan that escaped from his throat in response to her bites and licks. He nearly yelled when a hand holding ice cubes suddenly pressed against his left nipple, the cold searing him, raising the flesh into a taut peak. The succubus lent in, snaking her tongue out across his unattended right nipple, the contrast between the frigid pain and hot wet mouth overwhelming, and his little mate still sucking on his ear. His cock felt heavy, stirring at sensations being forced upon him.

Seeming to tire of their little hot and cold torments, hi mate stepped out to join the succubus in front of him. With a nod from her, both women started to drag his leather trousers down his slim hips and muscular thighs, to pool at his ankles, effectively trapping him further. A soft growl came from the demoness as she viewed his now hardening length, red eyes flaring with hunger and desire. His little witch snapped out a command in demonic and in unison both women dropped to their knees before him. Struggling in vain against his magical shackles he voiced a desperate "Wait stop!" before hot, silken wetness caressed the crown of his dick. Spine arching in sudden pleasure, he looked down to see both women on either side of his cock, seemingly attempting to kiss around the thick head of it, their tongues swirling around it, before they trailed this open mouth caress down both sides, all the way to the base, licking and sucking his hard flesh. His eyes widened, hips bucking involuntarily as the succubus moved her head to suck and lick at his balls, the skin growing tight with his rising need.

His love moved so that she was kneeling directly in front of him, taking his cock into her mouth and sucking softly, one hand coming up to pump his shaft in time with her head bobbing up and down his length. He closed his eyes, gritting his teeth, trying to control the mounting pleasure. Because of this he didn't notice his wife look up and channel her magic, sliding his shackles back onto the farther bedposts, or the demoness pulling him backwards to lie down on his back. His eyes snapped open in time to see the his demonic tormentor stripping out of her corset and panties, then crawl onto the bed to face her mistress, who was now was just toying with his cockhead like a delicious candy with the tip of her tongue. 

After an almost imperceptible nod from her mistress, the succubus moved so that she was straddling his face, her hairless pussy just above his mouth. "Please me male, and you may yet be rewarded for your efforts" she commanded. He half thought of refusing when he felt his mate suck at least a third of his cock into her throat, before slowly sliding it out again. Deciding this wasn't all bad, he extended his tongue, circling the demons clit, noticing with surprise that she tasted sweet. He wished his hands were free; the urge to spank the fantastic ass hovering above him until it glowed a deep red was overwhelming. He slowly sucked her clit between his lips, lashing the trapped flesh with his tongue, and was rewarded with a long moan from above him as she ground her pussy against his lips. 

Looking up from her position between his splayed thighs, the witch couldn't help but moan softly at the spectacle before her. Shedding her gown, she stood and crawled up his body, sending a mental command to her demon to sit back for a moment so that her mate could see her. She straddled his hips, the entrance of her tight, perfectly smooth pussy just teasing the very tip of his now straining cock. He thrust his hips upwards, desperately trying to enter her, but she rose up with a smirk. "Beg for me...how badly do you want me to ease your torment?" She lowered her hips to drag her wet slit up his entire length before backing away again. He snarled, pale blue eyes snapping fire in his dark face, yanking hard against his magical bonds. The succubus scratched a clawed hand down his muscled chest "None of that male...answer my mistress or we leave you here and fuck each other!" 

Taking a shuddering breath, he stared at his beloved, and ground out "Please...fuck me my love! I'm dying here!" She grinned and kissed his scratched chest, "As you wish" she whispered before lowering her pussy onto the head of his cock. He hissed in pleasure at the sudden heat and tightness engulfing him, loving how she bit her bottom lip as she continued to take in his length, feeling her impossibly tight and wet around his cock. 

Suddenly his view became obscured as the demoness resumed her place above his mouth. "You didn't think we were done here did you?" she asked with a laugh. He obliged her, licking at her wet pussy, flicking her clit with his tongue before drawing it back to plunge inside her core. He moaned against her wet flesh at the feelings from his cock being fucked hard by his little witch. The demon leant forward to grab her mistress's shoulders and kiss her deeply as they both sated their lusts with his body. 

The witch was rocking her pussy against his hardness, grinding her clit against him as his cock kept thrusting hard inside her. Suddenly she felt him hit that spot that stole the air from her lungs and sent shockwaves through her body. Feeling her suddenly tightening upon him, her clever mate angled his hips to keep striking that spot, all the while tongue fucking the now constantly moaning demon whore's pussy and clit. His little wife suddenly gave a strangled cry and he felt her pussy start to clamp down on his thickness, milking him. This pushed him over the edge, his own cum spurting deep into her tight little cunt. 

The succubus was the last to reach her peak, but possibly the loudest, coming with a scream that shook the walls, grinding her clit against his tongue, thighs clamping so tightly around his head he almost feared she would snap his neck. Shuddering, the demoness looked at her owner with a sated smile on her face "You spoil your servant my mistress...will there be anything else?" Shaking her head, trying to catch her breath the she elf looked at her with her own lusty grin plastered on her face "Pets that serve their masters well in battle deserve rewards, you are dismissed for now!" with a dark laugh, the creature dematerialized from above his face, back to the Netherworld. With a snap of her fingers, his shackles vanished, freeing his arms. 

He pulled his now exhausted mate up to rest against his chest, a deep rumble of satisfaction vibrating through into her own body from his. "Well little one, I chose my mate well it seems, for she was able to surprise me in ways no one else has ever dared...I love you". She raised her head from his chest to smile at him, green eyes sparkling with mirth and love, "And I you beloved....perhaps if you're very good...we can do that again sometime." He chuckled, tucking her head under his chin and holding her until sleep took them both.

By Scarlett Crimson 2013



Elf Ears



As she walked by the mirror in the employee lunchroom, the elf stopped and looked deeply into the reflection she cast. In order to see herself completely, she found herself standing on her tip-toes and looking down into the edge of the mirror until her green shoes came into view, silver bells jingling as she hopped from foot to foot. She was dressed from head to knee in fine green velvet trimmed with silver, the epitome of a Christmas elf, with some notable differences. The costume she wore was quite expensive, and had cost her several times the amount the store had spent on their Santa outfit. She wore it proudly, and her dedication, appearance and personality made her a highly sought-after character throughout the Rose City this time of year. 

Standing 50 inches tall in her belled slippers, Erin was perfectly proportional in all ways, although her appearance at first glance was by and large childlike and androgynous. Her gender was suggested more by the carefully understated makeup she wore than any other physical factor. Her face, slightly oval, was quite stunning, however. She reflected her mother's Polynesian heritage in her facial structure as well as her complexion. Her lips, deep red carefully outlined with green sparkles, were full and a little pouty when relaxed, although they were usually drawn into a genuine infectious smile. The eyes looking back at her from the mirror were a deep brown, almond shaped and tilted up at the outsides, bearing long lashes her girlfriends yearned for. Raven black hair, braided with red and green ribbons intertwined with tiny bells, exited her elf hat to fall nearly to her knees. 

Erin sighed quietly, walked out of the locker room and started down the hall to the service elevator. The concrete corridor echoed with the sound of bells as she walked, and a wide smile lit her face as the elevator door slid silently closed.

Nine hours later, the smile was still there, but the braid was a little looser, the slippers were smudged from little kids standing on them, and her walk was a little slower. As she spun the knob on her locker, she was looking forward to nothing more than a cup of tea and a nice chair. She was grateful that she had a couple of days off, but was already thinking about volunteering for another shift at a hospital tomorrow. She used a stall in the women's restroom to change into jeans and a University of Oregon sweatshirt over a silk camisole. Her costume went into her backpack after her winter boots came out, and she made her way to the Max station nearby to wait for the Blue Line home to her apartment near the Willamette River. Erin made small talk with Mrs. Hansen, an elderly neighbor, as they rode to their floors together, each enjoying the chat. They wished each other a happy holiday season as they went their separate directions on the 20th floor. 

As her door closed, Erin reached up for the light switch as she kicked her boots off and hung up her sweatshirt near the gas fireplace. As the flames danced, Erin stood by the window and looked down on the river below her. In the twilight, the sky was dimly reflected in the gray ribbon 200 feet below, light snow still sharpening its edges. She shivered in the cold from the glass, her nipples pinching pleasantly as they grew hard. Standing with her arms crossed over her non-existent breasts, she unconsciously rubbed the back of her thumbs against the pea-sized bumps. Hearing the click preceding the ventilator fans engagement, she stripped the camisole off over her head, walked the few steps back to the fireplace and stood in the rush of warm air escaping from the grill above the glass. As her skin warmed, she stepped out of her jeans and pink lace string bikini panties and stood, her tawny skin reflecting the firelight. Her wrinkled areolas, deep brown and the size of quarters, held her turgid nipples slightly away from her chest as she looked down at them. She ran her index fingers under each bud. Lifting them to the horizontal and letting them go, she frowned a little as they slowly pointed toward the floor. 

"As if it wasn't bad enough that I have no tits, I have sagging nipples. I don't think that's fair," she said to no one in particular.

She released her nipples and slid her hands slowly down her muscled belly to her smooth, hairless mound. Her rose colored clitoris pointed its eager head out of the upper terminus of her wrinkled labia just above her pubic mound, as if reaching for the heat from the fire. As her body pulled in the heat, her inner labia unfolded and dangled, like a satiny pair of brown, wrinkled flower petals. Erin placed her middle finger into her crease, and trapped her dark lips between it and the nearest two fingers and pulled down. Her labia strained against the tension, and the mouth of her vagina made a liquid noise as it spasmed shut in response to the stimulus. 

Erin tapped the head of her clit with her right index finger as she rhythmically pulled on her lips with the other hand. Her breathing became ragged and her eyes fluttered shut as a look of sublime concentration came over her face. She began to hum softly as she exhaled.

"Mmmmm. Mmmmm, uh huh. Mmmmm. Ohhhh. Mmmmm." 

Her face grimaced, perfect white teeth showing. Her knees started to tremble and her hips began to buck as her tiny body swayed in place, her finger beating a staccato against her swollen clit. 

"Mmmm, MMMMM. Gonna cum. GonnaCUM.Gonnacumgonnacum gonnacum GONNACUM!!" As she yelled out the last words, she sank to her knees in front of the fireplace. Panting with effort, Erin sat on her haunches as two silvery strings of her cum slid off of her labia and stretched to the soft carpet under her slim, childlike ass. 

"Whoa. That was not bad. Not bad at all. Of course, a dick would be nice," she chuckled. 

Legs still shaking, she gathered up her clothes and walked naked to the bathroom, depositing her load in the hamper just inside the door. As she walked back into the kitchen for a glass of water, she noticed the message light on her machine flashing. She poked absently at the button. "Hey, Erin; it's Laurel at OHSU. Would it be possible for you to make an Elf appointment tomorrow afternoon? I know it's a Saturday and all, hun, but we have a great Santa, and I think he's gonna need your help. It's at the Children's Oncology unit at 1:00. I updated the info on your scan card to get you in, OK? Please call me right away if you can make it, all right? Luv ya Darlin. Buh Bye."

Erin leaned gently against the counter and thought for a while. She balanced the desire to spend a solitary Saturday against the gratification she felt doing hospital visits. The kids really needed to have a miracle, and the decision was made before she picked up the phone to return Laurel's call. 

The next afternoon passed in a blur of children and teenagers with no hair, haunted expressions only momentarily relieved by the genuine mirth and kindness of the most talented Santa Erin had ever seen. From the moment Mark had introduced himself to her, they had functioned as a flawless team, each anticipating the other's needs in a smooth dance of compassionate energy. Some children were unable to leave their beds, which were lined up out the door and down the hallway of the children's cancer ward. Erin had wondered how well these bedside visits would go, but was further stunned when she realized that Santa was in a wheelchair, a burgundy Quickie decorated with silver, red and green garlands. She needn't have worried, because "Santa" effortlessly hoisted himself out of the chair and into the bed beside those children he'd been given permission to approach. The fact that Santa's legs remained in place on the chair seemed unimportant to all concerned, in fact, it seemed to sooth the fragile emotions of those many children who had lost limbs to the awful disease. 

Just before dinnertime for the children, last child was spoken to, and the nurses gathered around to thank the two costumed characters. Hugs were given, hands were shaken, and suddenly Erin looked around and Mark was gone. A nurse pointed her to an empty room down the hall, and since the door was cracked open, she quietly entered. Mark's wheelchair was in front of the window, and as she walked quietly toward him, she noticed his shoulders shaking and realized that he was weeping. She put her hand on his broad shoulder, and to her surprise, he spun the chair slowly toward her and put his head on her shoulder. After a while, he pulled away from her a little and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. She took his chin in her hand and dried his face more thoroughly with a tissue from the counter near the window.

"I'm sorry about this, Erin, I just know that this will be the last Christmas for about half of those incredible kids," he said quietly. 

"Why are you embarrassed for caring, Mark? I think you were magnificent today! I've never felt so good about the time I've spent here on Christmas, and this is my eighth time. I thought I was going to cry dozens of times today, Mark. I have no idea how you kept it together so long. I'm babbling, so I'm going to shut up now," she said, her face feeling hot. He smiled at her comment, and then said, "Your eighth time? Did you start coming here in grade school?"

"I'm 26, Mark," She said, looking at the floor. He felt like his heart had stopped; his embarrassment was complete.

"I'm sorry, Erin. I just...OK, I'm going to blubber some more now. I wouldn't hurt your feelings for anything. Please forgive me?" 

She mumbled something. 

"What did you say, Erin?"

She looked down and actually scuffed her foot on the shiny floor. "I said I'd forgive you if you'll buy me a beer."

"Really, I mean, that's a deal, my elf girl. Let me get changed and we'll go." 

Mark produced a bag from the closet of the empty room, and they agreed to meet down the hall in a few minutes. Erin rushed to the break room behind the nurse's station and changed, spending a little extra time on her makeup. She was glad she'd brought something besides jeans, and when she met Mark in the Oncology waiting room, she was dressed in a forest green sweater tunic over matching winter tights, a festive Santa hat with bells on her head. In her leather boots with 3" heels, she was almost eye to eye with Mark, who sported a black leather jacket over a U of O polo shirt and dark green Dockers, sewn shut just below the pockets. It appeared to Erin that he had no leg stumps at all, but her eye was drawn to the obvious bulge between the pockets. 

They made their way to the nearest elevator, and as they entered, Erin noticed the belt around the top of Mark's hips, and before she thought about it, said,"You must be a dangerous driver to need a seat belt." Mark didn't even hesitate before he answered, "If I stop too fast, I fall out the front." Erin felt her face flush, and fell silent.

"Hey," Mark said. "It's cool that you feel you can say anything around me. I really, truly appreciate it. You are not going to hurt my feelings, so please don't censor yourself. I believe in honest frank communication, Erin. Okay?"

Feeling better, Erin answered, "You got it. But I expect the same from you." When they reached the parking garage, Erin walked alongside Mark, her hand on his shoulder. As he wheeled along, she felt his powerful muscles flex, and found herself wondering what that shoulder would look like without a shirt on. They stopped beside a bright blue Honda Element, and after Mark let her in the passenger side, she watched as he transferred effortlessly to the driver seat, then turned and put the wheelchair in through the suicide door. 

In a few minutes, they were on their way to Helvetia Tavern, a famous burger and beer place on the west side. As they drove, the small talk flowed easily, and as they turned off the 26 onto N.W. Helvetia road, Erin blurted out, "So...where's your lap?" Mark looked at her with surprise, and burst into laughter. "It's back at the hospital. I only use it at Christmas. It's really kind of cool, Erin; it's a platform that I sit on, and the legs have the Santa pants on them. The prosthetist, Andy, made it for me for free, using some trade-in legs with a little extra foam so they feel more real. I don't think I could do it without them, and I really look forward to my Santa gig. I lost my legs in Iraq in 2005, and it's really given me something to keep me going."

"I can't imagine the pain and the guts it must take to keep going, Mark. You're pretty amazing."

They pulled into the long, narrow parking lot and Erin headed around the Element to find Mark already in the Quickie. "Wow. You're pretty fast at that."

"I'm pretty excited, I guess. I haven't been out for a while and certainly never with somebody as pretty as you."

Erin smiled at the compliment, but it was all she could do not to question the 'pretty' part of the statement.

She held the screen open for her friend, and they found a place at the family sized tables, she at the end corner, and Mark at the end. The pretty waitress came right over with menus. Erin automatically produced her I.D. and after a thorough examination of it, the waitress asked for their order. They ordered a pint and a glass of Guinness and a Jumbo Cheeseburger to split. 

"So I've already made the inevitable 'little sister' mistake. That's gotta get old, huh?" Mark said. 

"It's a pain in the butt sometimes, but how I respond to it depends on the tone and intent. Mostly it's a normal mistake that I'd probably make myself. There are some times, though, when people just won't let it go, like in bars. I keep my license in my pocket, because it seems like every time I order, they ask for it. I can't drink very much because I'm so little, but I really do like beer. So, what do you do for a living, Mark?"

"I'm an architect, actually. I design accessible housing and environments for homes and commercial buildings. I had taken some classes before I went into the service, but after I came back, I realized firsthand how much of the public sector is either unavailable to people with physical challenges, or so difficult to interface with that they end up not going certain places. So, I went back to school and got my degree, and I've been working ever since. How about you?"

"I guess you could say I'm a professional volunteer. My parents both worked for Microsoft, and after they died, I didn't really have to work. I was exposed to the healthcare system during my Mom's illness, and it was less than inspiring, to say the least, so I use my time trying to help out where I can."

"I'm sorry about your Mom, Erin. What was the illness?"

"She had ovarian cancer. It showed up in 2001, and returned in 2003. She passed away on Christmas Eve, 2004." My dad literally died of a broken heart a couple of days later. The Doctors called it "Taka Tsobu" or "Broken heart disease". 

Erin's head dropped, and she looked so miserable that Mark slid out of his wheelchair onto the bench next to her and gathered her into his arms, pressing her head against his shoulder and patting it gently. 

Erin found herself in a very pleasant bear hug. Her hands were trapped between her chest and Mark's, which by all indications was made of iron. She was debating whether to continue to cry or just start kissing the wonderful smelling neck in front of her face when the waitress appeared with their burger. 

"You, Sir, are a very good hugger," she whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet, darlin," he replied, his breath in her ear warm and quiet. Her nipples surged erect, and she was glad for her padded bra.

Erin slid over on the bench and her arm wrapped around Mark, pulling him along until they were side by side. the waitress brought them another plate before they asked for one, and they dove into the meal.

"Thshi rulli guud," Erin mumbled, her mouth mostly full.

"Oh yeah," answered Mark.

By the time they had finished the burger and fries, they were touching from hip to hip. Erin leaned her head on Mark's shoulder and patted her tummy. "I have puppy belly," she said, pointing to her rounded abdomen. 

"I can just imagine."

"You can imagine what?" 

"I can imagine a lot, but in this case, I'm imagining your adorable little tummy, all full and round."

A murmur from the other diners took their attention away from Erin's tummy. She looked over Mark's shoulder at the country road outside.

"It's snowing!" 

Mark slipped back into his chair and wheeled to the window beside Erin. Without looking, she sat on the seat just ahead of him and put her feet on the web strap he had never used. In that moment before she drew his arms around her, he knew he'd found the treasure of a lifetime. As they sat looking out the window, Erin turned her head and whispered into his ear, "I love snow."

'And I'm pretty sure I love you,' he thought.

They made their way back to the Honda just as the parking lot disappeared under a white blanket. Mark could not get very good traction, so Erin ended up pushing partway, while the laughing Mark attempted to steer. They avoided the rear bumper of the Element by inches, and Erin jumped up into the driver's side in front of Mark, straddling the seat and facing him. 

"I have to tell you something," she said with a shy smile. "I can't explain this, 'cause I've never felt this before. I think I'm falling in love with you, Mark."

"I know exactly what you mean, elf girl."

He took her face in his hands, and they kissed, eyes wide open. Her stomach fluttered happily, and she was surprised to find herself breathless.

"Oh my," she said.

"Yeah," Mark responded.

"My condo is on S.W. River Drive. How long do you think it will take to get there?" Erin asked.

"In the snow, it'll probably take around an hour. Why?"

"Because I may explode if it takes any longer. You need to drive, baby."

The trip to the Willamette River was surreal. Erin couldn't take her eyes off of Mark. She memorized his face, the way his hands moved smoothly on the wheel and hand controls of the Element. Her eyes strayed to the well disguised but evident bulge at his legless pelvis, and on the one hand, she drew imaginary lines in her mind about how the mechanics of all that would work, while on the other hand, she couldn't wait to figure it out. She wondered how to tell him about her physical problems, and hoped desperately that they wouldn't matter to him. 

Unbeknownst to her, Mark was thinking exactly the same thoughts. His heart was near to bursting with the need to be with this diminutive woman, and his greatest fear was that she would see his scarred, broken body, and run away. 

"Pull into the parking structure over there, OK? I have a space, but I don't have a car, so it will be empty. There," She pointed to a spot beside the elevator. Mark was around the car before Erin was done gathering her bag from behind the seat, and they moved quickly toward the elevator. The snow had stopped, but the frigid wind seemed to blow through their bones. The elevator door closed, and Erin threw herself onto Mark's chair, embracing him and planting tiny kisses on his face. He rubbed her back thorough her sweater, eventually allowing his hands to slide down to cup her butt gently.

"That's nice. My cheeks are cold," She said, between kisses. As the door opened, she swiveled around in the chair so that her feet were on the footrest. As they turned into the hallway, she waved at Mrs. Hansen, who winked and waved back.

She dug through her purse for her keys, and directed Mark to her door. "This chauffeur thing is fun. We should do it more often. It will keep you in shape."

"I am in shape," Mark said, indignantly, as he pushed them through the door into Erin's apartment.

"I, mister, will be the judge of that," she said with a wink and a wicked smile.

"Umm. About that..." Mark said. 




Elf Ears



"Can I go first?" Erin said softly. 

"Sure," replied Mark.

"Don't stop me, OK? I want to be able to get all the way through this. If you're still willing to stick around, afterwards, you can ask all of the questions you want to," she said.

Mark nodded.

"OK. I look like a ten year old because physically I am pretty close to that age. I was born missing a few things, ovaries specifically. That means that I never really went though puberty all the way, even after I started taking hormones. I can't have kids of my own, Mark, and you need to know that. I'm cold. Let's go to the fireplace." She took his hand and pulled him to the rug in front of the fireplace. 

"I want you to see me, all of me, before we go further," She said, gathering her sweater in her hands, elbows crossed to lift it over her head. Mark took her hands.

"Let me?" He said. She took her hands off the sweater and slowly lifted them over her head. Mark slid her sweater up and over her head, dealing with her long braid easily. She stood, facing him, her hands now at her side, only her matching bra and tights left. Mark undid the front snap of the mint green bra and slid it off Erin's arms. She quickly placed her hands over her nipples and closed her eyes. 

Mark pulled her hands gently away and held them in his. "Oh, my God, Erin, they're absolutely perfect."

"Really?, she said, her eyes snapping open. 

"Those, my dear, are the most erotic nipples I have ever seen. I cannot wait to have them in my mouth."

A rush of heat moved through Erin's body, coming to rest in her pussy.

Mark pulled her tights down, hanging onto the back of his wheelchair to avoid falling out of it, and Erin stepped out of them. Mark's eyes bounced between Erin's nipples and her protruding vulva already flushed dark brown with her passion. "Now I don't know what to nibble on first," he said.

There's one more thing," Erin said, her eyes riveted to the growing bulge in Mark's pants.

"No way, you can't improve on that, Erin!" Mark said with a smile.

"Hush, now, you pervert." She said with a playful swat on his arm.

"I'm wounded! Now you have to kiss it and make it better!"

"Ok. Here's the last thing. When my baby teeth fell out, there weren't any teeth to come in. I have dentures top and bottom." Erin watched in surprise as Mark's eyes closed, and he jerked spasmodically.

"Are you ok?" she said with alarm.

"Oh yeah. I'm fine, baby. I just had an orgasm."

"What!?" She replied, incredulous.

"Really. That denture thing...big, big fantasy for me. It's like you were made in Heaven, especially for me. Now it's my turn."

Mark started to pull off his shirt, and Erin said, "Ah, ah, ah! I get to do it, remember?"

His chest was fairly hairy, a nice patch of dark fur starting at his collarbone and descending into his shorts in a 'Happy trail'. Erin ran her hands through it nervously. 

"Ok. So when I stepped on the mine, it blew my legs up, right?" Erin nodded quickly, her hand at her mouth and her eyes filling with tears. 

"They had to take what was left of them and use skin grafts to cover the ends of my stumps. So, all things considered, there's not a lot of scary looking stuff, but... and there's no easy way to say this, Erin. The explosion blew my balls off." Mark's eyes crinkled and he smiled. "It sounds so silly when I say it like that, but that's what happened. So, no gonads for me either, love. Oh. I should mention, before your eyes fall out of your head, that I'm still fully capable of...you know. As it turns out, if I take hormones like you, everything still works fine. Except perhaps that I have what are called retrograde ejaculations. When I come, the seminal fluid goes into my bladder rather than out the end of... well, me."

He lifted his hips up and Erin slid his pants off to find a really beautiful, uncut penis waiting for her underneath. "It's so huge..." she said, smiling.

"Not really, but thanks. I think it just looks that way because there isn't anything to compare it to, like legs. I'm actually really nervous. I haven't actually had a chance to try everything out since...you know." Erin warmed as she saw Mark blush. 

"Hush," she said. She knelt in front of the Quickie and took him in her mouth. She felt his cock jerk as she ran her tongue under the head. She gently eased his foreskin down and licked the sensitive slot at the bottom of the head as Mark groaned in pleasure. His hands slid to the sides of her head and caressed her gently. 

He found the base of her ears and ran his fingertips up the gentle surfaces, pausing as her reached their pointed tips. Unconsciously, he felt for the junction of the prosthetics, a puzzled look on his face when he didn't feel one.

"They're real, Mark," she said with a grin.

"Huh?"

"I get so much pleasure out of the elf thing that I had them pointed by a plastic surgeon a couple of years ago. I'm surprised it took you so long to find them."

"They're adorable! And really exotic! Come here," he said. He pulled her toward himself, depending on her to move rather than bracing one arm on the seat back to keep from falling off. With him on the chair, her eyes were still a little below his, and he bent forward slightly, letting her bear a little of his weight as he sought her left ear with his tongue. As he found it, Erin's pussy clenched hard with pleasure, and the sound it made was evident to both of them. She slid her arms down his back, not certain what she would find, but unafraid nonetheless. 

Mark felt a frisson of fear as Erin's hands slid toward what was left of his butt. He closed his eyes and held his breath, waiting for her to scream and push his chair out into the hallway.

"Nice," she said softly. "Are there any tender spots I should avoid?"

"Oh, please, no," he said, his heart swelling. "I'm totally healed. Please touch everything."

"Goody", she whispered, and with a smooth motion, placed her hands under Mark's butt and lifted him out of the chair, pushed it away and slid him to her lap as she sat on her heels. She slowly allowed him to slide down her thighs, stifling a laugh at the surprised look on his face. 

"Just because I'm little doesn't mean I'm not strong. Lie down, please," she said.

Mark reclined onto his elbows, and Erin got her first look at his scarred, damaged lower body. A lacework of scars lay upon him, some fine, some large and shiny, and she traced every inch with her fingers, teasing and caressing him. There remained a hint of his Gluteus muscles, two knots of muscle in reality, and his rosebud lay roughly centered in the expanse of flesh, slightly puckered. His scrotum lay empty beneath his cock, wrinkled and brown, more than anything resembling labia, a fine pink scar at the rear, near the perineal plane. Above it all his cock strained toward the ceiling bouncing lightly with his pulse. Erin reclined, her face inches from the base of Mark's penis, and sucked his deflated ball sack into her mouth, pinching it gently between her upper lip and her tongue. His hips surged against her face gently as he groaned his pleasure. Erin licked her way up the shaft of his cock until her lips encircled the corona. She nibbled gently, and as she'd hoped, Mark flinched.

"Make you a little nervous? I call it 'assault with a friendly weapon'. What should we do about that little sharpness, Mark? Wait, I think I know." She reached toward her mouth, and Mark stopped her.

"Please. Could I...?"

"Oh, yeah, darling. I wish you would. By the way, how many of those silent orgasms can you have?" She leaned over him, her mouth puckered. 

"That's up to you to find out, Erin. Open up a little. What do I do?"

"Pull down on the top teeth."

Mark pulled gently, and the denture released. He removed it from Erin's mouth, the width at the back distorting her pretty face a little as it pulled free. He placed it on the hearth of the fireplace, and when he turned back to her, Erin handed him the lower. She ran her tongue around her gums, her lips suddenly lush. 

"Thatsh better," she slurred, her speech altered by her lack of teeth. She slipped her right knee over his chest and lay upon Mark, her tiny pussy pointed directly at his face. Scooting forward, she enveloped Mark's cock in her smooth, hot liquid mouth. 

"Pleash tell me when you're gonna cum, OK? I have an idea." Erin slid her mouth up and down Mark's pole, and he wished he could return the favor, but Erin's little body was so short that he couldn't reach her with his mouth. He satisfied himself with inserting a finger into her vice-like vagina, already so hot and slick it felt like his finger was burning. He thumbed her giant clit and curled his finger toward her g-spot until her hips began to thrust gently. He felt the boil of an orgasm starting deep in his groin.

"I'm getting close love," He said. Erin slipped her finger deeply into her pussy as he grabbed the floor for balance. As he started to buck his pelvis, Erin put her lubricated finger into his ass as far as it would go, and simultaneously sucked hard. His orgasm ripped through him like a bolt of lightening, his hips curling up toward Erin's mouth. His useless butt muscles clenched as he commanded non-existent heels to dig into the floor. After three pulses, he relaxed against the floor.

Erin slid off him and turned around. Straddling him, she locked her smoky, intense eyes with his and pursed her lips exotically, then opened her mouth a little and let a fair volume of milky fluid drain onto his chest. As he stared in amazement, she said, "It'th all about thuction." 

She bent over and sucked up most of the seminal fluid, and let it fall onto his cock; it glistened in the firelight. Her hips flexed and Erin positioned herself over Mark's aching member. She reached between her legs and guided it into her body, dropping only inches before stopping, the look on her face between pain and ecstasy.

"Really, really big," she whispered, lips pursed. Her fingers dug lightly into Mark's chest, and his hands enclosed her rib cage, his thumbs rolling her big brown nipples. Erin's hips pumped a few times, then slid down another inch. She felt incredibly tight to Mark, almost too tight, but her lubrication was actually rolling down his cock, and she slid over his tender skin easily in spite of the powerful grip she was applying to him. Just as his brain registered another sensation, she dropped onto his pelvis, eyes wide, a grimace of pain on her face.

"OW!...ohhh. Ohh my. Ooohhh. Soogoood."

"Oh my God, Erin! I didn't... you're a..." He sputtered.

Eyes closed, a placid happy expression on her face, Erin said, "Was a... It's been a long wait, but I knew you'd be here eventually. Whoa. I can't seem to control my hips. They want to fuck your cock. Is that ok?"

In response, Mark placed his hands under his lower back and drove his cock up into Erin with a powerful surge. Soon, she was matching his strokes one for one. Looking at her own vulva, she was amazed to see her wrinkled brown labia being pulled into her vagina as Mark's cock drove into her body, only to be ejected moments later as it withdrew. Her internal lubrication factory was in high gear, and silver ropes of her pussy lube hung swaying from her butt. Her legs began to shake with effort, and so she sat on Mark, her thighs on his hip bones, but nothing at all under her ass. She slid slowly backward and off of him, being careful not to bend his cock in half. She pulled him up with her and over until her lay on her, her legs splayed obscenely wide. 

"I'm not going to do you much good on top," Mark said ruefully.

"I don't think you are giving yourself, or me, enough credit, my love. Come down here and relax; you're not heavy, and your weight feels really good on me. You might want to keep that hip action going, though, OK?"

As he lowered his weight completely onto her, Erin felt his cock sliding smoothly in and out of her, and she grabbed his hips and pulled him in tightly. For some miraculous reason, his pubic bone pressed directly on her highly placed clit, and an intense shock of pleasure razored directly into her pussy every time he thrust into her. After a few minutes of blissful fucking, she felt the lovely burn approaching.

"Oh fuck, Mark! I'm gonna cum! It's like you were...OGH!... custom built for me! Please don't stop! Ugh, ugh, ohh, ohhh! Oh fuck! Gonnacum, gonnacum...NOW!"

Mark thrust deeply into Erin, and her legs snapped over his back and locked him into her pussy like a vice. She whimpered into his chest for a little while, a smile on her open lips as she caught her breath. He slid in and out of her slowly, and the orgasm that tore out of him nearly stunned him. He hadn't really felt it coming, and as it receded, he straightened his arms and slid his hips down Erin's butt until he sat on the carpet and his cock slid out with a soft pop. With his body lower on the floor, it was easy for him to bend forward to kiss her.

His hands slipped behind her shoulders and cupped her head. He lifted her face to his and pressed his lips to hers. The feeling of her ultra soft mouth was indescribable, and as his tongue slid slowly inside to trace her velvet gums, he shivered with delight at the realization of his fantasy. He moaned into Erin's mouth, and her heart swelled as she reveled in his pleasure. She opened her eyes and gummed his tongue sensuously, the look of ecstasy on his face a balm to her soul.

The kissing soon turned dreamlike and less urgent, and after a while, the two lovers grew silent, and Mark said, "How about a shower?"

"Great idea; I'll go start it." Erin watched as Mark flexed his powerful arms and launched himself into his wheelchair. She led the way to the bathroom, which was decorated in Japanese décor, highlighted by floor to ceiling windows looking out onto the Willamette river far below. Erin had started the water, and Mark looked on in amazement at the virtual flood of water pouring out of at least 7 shower heads.

"I think there's a good chance that I might drown if I go into that shower, Erin," he said with a grin. 

"Oh, crap. I hadn't thought about that, Mark. I can turn off all but these two on the ceiling," she said, pointing to two giant chrome heads above them. They let the shower warm, and then Erin sat cross-legged on the floor and drew Mark to her, sitting him inside the circle of her legs. They washed each other carefully, and by the time they were clean, Mark was hard again. Erin leaned back and slid his cock inside herself, then pulled him inside with her heels and her hands on his slim ass. Belly to belly, they hugged each other tightly, Erin squeezing with her rippling pussy, and Mark rocking his hips slightly. They both found Erin's toothless mouth very exciting, and their kissing ranged from frantic to slow and sensual. Mark felt himself approaching orgasm, and told Erin so. She stopped squeezing and let Mark's penis rest inside her soft tunnel while she slid a hand down and rubbed her clit in a small circle. As she came closer, she started the squeeze play again, motioning Mark to be still. Shortly, she lost control of her cunt as it began to spasm, and they came together, eyes locked, his tongue captured by her soft pink mouth. They dried each other off in the light of the fire, towels soon replaced by hands as they explored every inch of each others unique bodies. As they drifted off to sleep looking at the Christmas lights glittering in the gentle snowfall, they had each decided that they'd already gotten the Christmas gift of a lifetime.