1 comments/ 8856 views/ 1 favorites Twas the Night After Christmas By: phantom4533 "Twas the Night After Christmas ... and upstairs on his bed Santa was sprawled out, receiving some head from a gorgeous little elf with curly blonde hair, pert firm breasts and a cute derriere His eyes opened slowly, lids still heavy from exhaustion. "I'm too old for this shit," he thought to himself. He was stretched out on his king-sized bed, every muscle in his body screaming at him. The sleep he had captured over the last twelve hours had done little to ease the aches he felt throughout his aged frame. "Way too fucking old." he said, this time out loud. He kicked the covers off of his feet and thought that it was nice to be able to see his toes - it had been a while. The old man rolled over and looked at the clock on his bedside table, the red numbers flashing at him - red numbers to match the red suit he had worn a little more than twenty-four hours ago - red numbers to match the red cheeks on his face, colored not by the cold night air that had washed over him as he circled the globe, but by the too many shots of whiskey he had downed after finishing this years task. He had needed the potion to calm his over stimulated mind, still hearing the voices of snotty little children (and more than a few big ones) ringing in his head as he wound down from one more Christmas expedition. He readjusted his position, rolling over onto his other side, and was greeted with the sight of two of his elves sleeping next to him - female elves - adorably cute, hot, naked female elves. The fog behind his eyes began to dissipate, and he gazed at their bodies for a few moments, taking in the rise and fall of their breasts as they breathed in unison. The two elves were entangled with each other, the blanket covering them having slipped down, exposing their perfectly formed little elfin charms. One of his delicious sleeping partners had glorious red locks that splayed across the pillow her head rested upon. The other had blonde hair, cut short, but with more curls than Shirley Temple. Her head was nestled in the armpit of the redhead. They both reeked of stale sex. His cock began to stir, and he began to remember more of the past twenty-four hours. Twenty-four hours ago he had put his sleigh to bed, leaving the elves to deal with the task of cleaning up his reindeer. He had removed his suit, leaving it in a pile on the bathroom floor, his need to get into the shower so great that he didn't care if he missed the hamper. The steaming water spewed forth in sharp needles. He had shampooed his greasy white hair and had washed the reindeer crap from his beard. He had lathered up his cock and balls, knowing where to find them, but not being able to see them without the use of a mirror, because of the damn gut he grew each holiday season. He let the water, so hot it turned all of him cherry-red, cascade over him, until he could take it no longer. The old man got out of the shower and toweled off. He stood at his vanity, staring at his face in the mirror. "It gets ruddier every year." He thought. He reached for a thick rubber band and pulled his long white hair into a ponytail. Taking a pair of barbers scissors from a vanity drawer, he began to cut the white beard from his face. When it was trimmed close enough, he lathered his face with a spice scented-shaving cream and shaved the remaining stubble off. Satisfied with the bald faced look, he put on a robe (white -- he was getting tired of crimson) and went out into his large living room. It was empty, all of his little helpers making sure to give him a wide berth after the last grueling couple of months. They knew what he could be like in the hours after Christmas day. He had a reputation for being grumpy and now he would be even more so. There was no Mrs. Claus. That was a myth to satisfy the beliefs of people who thought family was not family unless a man and a woman were joined in wedlock. The old man chuckled at that thought. His own beliefs were that man and woman should be joined, not in wedlock, but at the loins, and frequently. Marriage might be nice for some, but not him. Nicholas, as he was known to his co-workers, hoped his elves were all tucked in for the night. His elves: that's how he thought of them. He lived with them, year round, and when he was in a social mood, enjoyed doing all sorts of things together with them. He worked with them. He cooked for them occasionally. He played cards with them. He went to movies with them. And he enjoyed fucking a few of them. Yes, indeed, the old man had a fondness for several of his female fairies. They turned him on in so many ways. Each of the tiny nymphs that he slept with had, how to phrase this correctly, traits -- no -- specific strengths -- no - oh, hell they were all unique. Each one pleased him in different ways and, in turn, liked to be pleasured ... uniquely. (Which made him think of another version of an old corny joke: How do you surprise a horny elf? Unique up on her.) The old man found he liked his one-on-one time with the women -- and make no mistake about it, they were women, albeit diminutive. However, he had discovered that he really loved it when more than one of them joined him. They were such perfectly formed physical specimens, but they were elves, and they were on the small side, and it was so much more fun to spread the 'Christmas' cheer around. In fact, one year a particularly buxom elf had playfully worn a nametag that read 'Christmas Cheer'. He felt obligated to spread that. Walking across the wooden floor to his well-stocked liquor cabinet, the old man selected a nice rye whiskey. He poured the amber liquor over two ice cubes, completely covering them. Letting the rye chill for a minute, he turned to put an old Kinks album on his even older turntable. Returning to his tumbler, he began to sip slowly, letting the heat find its way down to his ample belly, warming him. "Some jolly, old, fat bastard I am" the old man said to himself. "If people only knew what an antisocial, horny, crude-humored curmudgeon I really am, they may not ever let their little kiddies sit on my lap again." At that, he thought back to the mall in Springfield, VA, where he had wished for the mother of that annoying little four year old, who kept tugging at his beard, to sit in his lap. He swore that he could see the outline of her pussy's labia through the tight leggings she was wearing. "No coal for you, sweetie. Santa's going to have a nice present for your box." He thought. For all of the magic that went into Christmas, he couldn't fathom for the life of him why he couldn't just snap his fingers, making sure all those snoring husbands stayed asleep, and give those wives and mothers the gift of a tremendous orgasm. Bringing the bottle with him, he walked over to an oversized chair, putting the bottle down on an end table. He sat down and leaned back, closing his eyes, and let the sound of the Kinks wash over him, and continued to enjoy the contents of his rocks glass. He would take a sip, swirl it around in his mouth, and swallow, feeling the alcohol sear his esophagus all the way down to his stomach. It didn't make the ache in his buttocks and arms go away, but it began to make the noises in his head go away. Picking up the bottle, he poured some more liquor into his glass. Out of the corner of his eye, the old man saw the door to his kitchen open up. His house was laid out in open concept, so he had a clear vision of the door, which led to his workshop, from where he sat. The door closed, and stepping out from behind a kitchen counter, two of his favorite elves came into view. The first elf was a cute redhead, with long tresses that reached the top of her ass cheeks. She was wearing the top half of her work outfit, a jacket with a form fitting cut. It was emerald-green with white furry trim. It was open, and there was not another stitch of clothing on her. The old man could clearly make out the patch of red hair above her pussy. He began to harden, even as the whiskey was softening his thought process. The other elf, a blond with short, curly hair, was equally fetching. She stepped out from behind the redhead to reveal the fact that she was wearing an outfit that consisted solely of matching bra and panties. The bra was lace of a ruby color; the panties so sheer that he could see, again quite clearly, that she had no hair at all adorning her pubic area. If the sight of Red had made his cock start to firm up, then it was Goldie who had started the process of making the contents of his nuts start to simmer. Part of the reason the old man was fond of these two was because they didn't put up with any of his bad disposition. They knew how to give back as well as they got, and the banter between the three of them was extremely refreshing -- and a tad raunchy at times. He loved verbally sparring with them, even as he was delightedly spearing them with his cock, and more frequently, his tongue. But tonight there would not be much talking. Raising his glass to them, and nodding his head in welcome, he beckoned them towards him. The two elves scampered across the room, playful, lascivious looks on their elfin faces and practically launched themselves up onto his lap. The way Red landed on his right thigh caused his robe to open, letting them see his now fully hardened cock. The old man did not have an extremely large cock, but the elves in his lap loved the shape and texture of it. For them it was perfect. Any larger, and neither one of them would have been able to fit it inside of them. As it was, the fact that they were so tiny, and proportioned as such from head to toe, made it difficult to get all the old man's cock inside them. Luckily both of his little, elfin sweethearts got extremely wet, providing him with lots of natural lubricant. Goldie flashed the old man a big grin, showing off a set of perfect elfin teeth, and said to him "Why, Nicky, you brought us back our candy cane. How thoughtful of you." The potbelly of the old man began to heave a little in silent laughter as he remembered about the time Red had felt particularly mischievous and had made use of some leftover body paint. She had clutched both of his balls in her tiny, little, elfin hands and kissed his cock with her talented, elfin mouth until his shaft was fully extended. Then, while continuing to stimulate him, she had artfully painted red and white spirals from the base of his prick to just beneath the mushroom-shaped head. Thinking about that made the old man shiver. Goldie had done her part in that, too. She had taken a bottle of peppermint extract and, with the tip of her finger, had placed a single drop on the tip of his cock. She then swirled it around the head until it was completely coated with the essence of peppermint. The feeling of the extract on his nerve- packed glans made him feel like a thousand tiny icicles were dancing on it. And when the two tiny elves began to kiss, nibble, and suck on his cock head, he obliged them with more than a dollop of his thick, cream colored cum. The old man planted kisses on the lips of both of his co-workers. They tasted so sweet, he thought to himself. He took a large gulp of his rye and, placing his drink on the table next to his chair, he leaned back some, and spread his legs wide, so that the outside of his thighs touched the inside of the huge leather chair. He grabbed Red with his hands and positioned her so that she straddled his left thigh. Goldie didn't wait. She spread her own legs wide and straddled his right thigh, shuddering as she placed one hand on his cock (purely for balance, she lightheartedly said) and the other on his right shoulder. He could feel the evidence of her excitement, the juices of her cunt seeping through the fabric of her panties, lathering his leg while she began to grind away on it. Red had her eyes closed and was leaning back, with her hands on his knee. This served to thrust her chest forward, her breasts partially hidden by the uniform jacket she was wearing. The old man reached over with one hand and parted the jacket, exposing her tits. Red had nipples shaped like gumdrops, and she had a habit of flavoring them like the purple ones he loved to suck on. He loved to suck on her nipples even more. The old man took a minute to take in the scene before him. Fuck winter wonderlands, he thought. This view was more beautiful than any snow-covered panorama. He placed his right hand on the waist of his blonde haired elf, making sure that she would not fall off. His left hand slid under the jacket of his red haired cutie, four fingers slipping up under her armpit and around to her back, his thumb lightly brushing the hard little bud of her right breast. He leaned forward to capture her left breast with his lips. She had not disappointed him, and he savored the spice-flavored 'gumdrop' as he dabbed at the nipple with his tongue. As the old man sucked on her breast, Red was prompted to hearken back to a night several Christmases ago. Red had pierced nipples and she had mentioned this to Nicholas. That evening he had enticed her into stripping for him. She also allowed herself to be blindfolded. As she stood naked before the old man, he had kneeled down and removed the little stud in her right nipple. She felt something being pushed back into the hole, and, when his hand was removed, felt a tug as whatever had been inserted pulled down on her breast with a little bit of weight. The same thing happened with her left nipple. Red had to admit to herself that the weight of the new adornments to her nipples was getting her aroused. She could feel fluids begin to seep out of her pouting pussy lips. She could also feel things being placed on top of red hair and along her shoulders. Red could hear Nicholas stand up and she could sense him moving away from her. Her arousal increased with each passing second, and she could have sworn that her juices were going leak out onto the floor she was standing on. Suddenly a brilliant flash went off, her eyes going wide behind the blindfold. She gasped, and then relaxed a bit as the old man came to her once again. She felt his hands move up behind her head to remove the blindfold. When she looked down at her breasts, she saw two glass Christmas ornaments dangling from her nipples. Red squealed with delight, then shock set in as she realized the old bastard had snapped her picture. He had, pinched between two fingers, a Polaroid photo of her, and he was holding it up for her to see. She was draped with silver tinsel and she looked absolutely stunning, with her long red locks draped over her shoulders. She jumped up, in an attempt to snatch the picture from his hand, but he merely laughed and held it higher. His other hand grabbed her by the butt, her little elfin ass fitting nicely in his hand. One of his fingers found its way between her ass cheeks and wriggled quickly into her soaked pussy. He pulled her to him, so that her labia wrapped around the underside of his cock, and he began to move her up and down, as she started to moan with pleasure. The old man had often thought that he was using these darling little creatures to masturbate, like little elfin animated sex toys. But he was quickly reminded that they were getting as much pleasure as him, for the juices coating the base of his cock and dripping down over his balls was not coming from this little redhead's bladder. A bite of her left nipple brought Red back to present. She moaned at the nibbling and glanced over at her friend. The blonde elf had her eyes fixed on the old man's cock. She had her tiny, delicate, elfin hand around it, and was pumping it slowly. She was rubbing her pussy on his thigh at the same, slow pace. As the excitement in her grew, she began to move faster. The pumping of Nicholas's cock increased accordingly. Red leaned over and put a hand on Goldie's shoulder. She gave her a look that made it very clear what she wanted. The blonde leaned toward the redhead and the two of them embraced and began to kiss each other. Both of them were continuing to grind away on the old man's thighs and Red placed her right hand on his cock, joining her friend's. Nicholas was enjoying the feeling of the two hands rubbing up and down his cock. He was also enjoying the vision of these two darling elves kissing passionately. He watched as the pumped away and, picking up his glass of rye, took another sip from it. Putting it back on the table, he moved his hands so that each one rested on an elves hip. His thumbs each found the top of a moist slit, and with a small amount of movement, he found their clits. His thumbs began to make minute swirling motions, and he increased the pressure as played with their little love buttons. Red and Goldie moaned into each others mouths, and as the pressure on their clits increased, and the taste of each others tongues flooded their senses, they both lost all thought of the cock they were stroking in unison. The old man began to lift himself off his chair and sit back down again. The change in motion, and what it did to their labia, was enough to send both elves over the edge of their orgasmic waterfall. Cumming together - mouths not separating for an instant - stealing the breath from each other, almost caused them to pass out. The old man held each of them steady, and as waves of pleasure coursed through them, like his reindeer through the night sky, he brought them both close to his hairy chest and held them while they caught their breath. Such beautiful, little sexy, fairies, he thought. And, in a moment, they would make him cum. But this was their moment and he didn't want to disturb it. He inhaled the scent of their hair. Goldie's smelled like sugarplums, sweet as candy. Red's smelled of cinnamon and nutmeg and he often thought that she did it to spice up his life; it worked. While the two elves rested on his chest, the old man took another sip of his drink. The two elves were murmuring contentedly, and he put the glass back down again. Dipping his finger into it, he watched as a drop fell back down into the glass with tiniest of splashes. Dipping into it once more, he curled his finger so that a drop of the elixir rested on his fingertip. He carefully moved his hand around Goldie until he reached his cock, and ever so slowly allowed the whiskey to roll off his fingertip onto the tip of his still erect penis. Goldie was the first elf to regain her senses, and she reached down to massage the amber liquid into the head of his cock. She did this in what the old man thought was an absentminded manner, but when she shifted her body so that she could bring her face down to his cock, he knew her actions were for a reason. Goldie inched close enough that she could flick out her tongue and touch the underside of his penis's tip. He flinched as she blew across it, the hot air reacting with the rye. She brought her lips into contact with his shaft and began to suck. The blonde-haired elf loved to suck cock. She really enjoyed sucking the old man's cock. There was something about the texture of its skin and the taste of the clear fluids that leaked from the tip as his excitement built that drove her wild. She liked being able to wrap her hands around it, digging her tiny fingers into the firm shaft and watching the white marks disappear when she removed them. She delighted in the fact that he would let her do anything to it, to him, that she thought would help make him cum. Red, coming out of her orgasm induced haze, was starting to become aroused again, watching the actions of her blonde friend. She took one of her little elfin hands and began to finger herself, pinching her labia, and smearing her juices up and down each one. Her hips began to move, causing the old man to notice. He reached down between her legs, slipped a fingertip alongside her finger, moved it to his lips, and was rewarded with a taste that overwhelmed him. Twas the Night After Christmas The oversized chair that the three of them were frolicking in was also a recliner. Leaning back more and pushing on the arms allowed the old man to stretch out to his almost six feet. This served two purposes. It allowed Blondie to now be able to lie flat on her stomach as she worked her magical tongue all over his cock, and it allowed him to lift up Red and comfortably sit her on his face. Red thought she had been sent to elf heaven. The old man's tongue was huge, and lapped at her pussy as if it was some sort of culinary delight. In fact, that's just what the old man was thinking. It was as if her sweet cunt tasted like cookie dough. The combination of feasting on Red's pussy, and the actions that Blondie was performing on his swollen cock was making his balls swell with his own fluids. The old man groaned as the tiny blonde moved her mouth to his balls and started licking them. Her left hand had a firm grasp of his cock and she was slowly rubbing it from the base up over the head. She would then grip it with her tiny fingers and twirl them, trying to make the cushioned tip turn completely around. Her right hand would pull on the skin of his ball sack, stretching it like play dough. He does like it a little rough, she thought. She would have voiced that thought, but something happened to prevent any noise moving past her lips. The old man stopped licking Red's pussy for a moment to look at the shapely ass of the little elf that was making the insides of his balls simmer. He moved his right hand from Red's hip and placed it on the blonde's ass. With his index finger, he began to caress her pussy and then he did three things. First, he said "I love the way you suck on my balls, Blondie." He then used his index finger to move her almost non-existent panties out of the way, then lubricating it with her juices. And thirdly, he shoved this finger into her tiny little elfin cunt. Blondie gasped as she was sucking and inhaled one of the old man's gonads into her mouth. Though the old man's cock wasn't the cock of porn stars, his balls were large enough to act as a ball gag for her. Blondie tried to swirl her tongue around the hairy nut, but it was pinned to the floor of her mouth. The hair on his sack tickled her nose, and she tried to take her head off of him, but the old man kept shoving his finger into her wet pussy. She was running out of breath, so she removed her hands from his cock and pushed herself off of him with a "plop", the noise sounding like a bottle of champagne had been opened. Taking a deep breath she resumed stroking his cock, but she didn't dare put her lips anywhere near his balls. The old man kept fingering her pussy and she moaned with pleasure. Red had taken the opportunity to turn herself around. She placed her tongue-lashed pussy back over Nick's mouth and leaned forward to help Blondie kiss and suck his cock. The old man returned to licking her cunt, with long strokes that went from her clit to her anus. If her pussy tasted like cookie dough, he thought, her puckered little star tasted like toffee. These little elves were so fucking tasty, he thought, and let the two of them work their magic on his cock, while he lazily licked away as though he were eating an ice cream cone. Picturing Red's hair, he thought strawberry, in a sugar cone. Red had the same thought running through her pretty little mind, except that she thought she would dissolve if he kept licking her like he was. Her small frame shuddered, as she was approaching another orgasm. Her elfin companion was in the same state, shaking as the old man's finger delved deep as it could into her pussy. Both of them were holding on to his cock, and the tremors that coursed through their torsos were transmitted to his 'candy cane', or, as he sometimes put it, his "not quite at the North Pole, but close." Those tremors made him think, once again, that his delicate, elfin playmates were sex toys, and this time they were being magical elfin vibrators, stimulating his cock and balls in a delicious manner. As Red and Blondie reached the peak of their excitement, sweet smelling juices gushed from their cunts. His hand was coated with a slippery cream, while his mouth was filled with the taste of vanilla and chocolate. The old man's cock was starting to pulsate. He squeezed the muscle that lay between the base of his balls and his rectum, hoping to stave off his ejaculation a little longer, but he was leaking a clear pre-cum that dribbled down over the head of his cock and over the hands gripping it. Blondie was the first to regain her equilibrium, and feeling the fluid on her fingers, brought a hand to her mouth. She was rewarded with a treat of her own. She also had a habit of associating body parts and fluids with food. Not too salty, not too sweet, she thought. Just like the last bowl of porridge that Goldilocks had sampled at the three bears cottage, she imagined for the briefest of moments. The taste of the old man's seminal fluid always pleased her, and always changed, in accordance with his diet. But it was never more unique than on the day after Christmas. To Blondie, it was like tasting a new wine. Nicholas didn't know it, but the golden-haired, elfin goddess kept a diary. In that diary, she had a section devoted to what she called 'tasting notes', as though she was describing grape fermentations. Tonight she could tell that he had enjoyed more than a few ginger cookies, as the spice in her first lick was quite pronounced. She went back for seconds. A buttery note, she thought, probably shortbread cookies from England. She kept going back for more, her face now smeared with the clear fluid. Blondie truly believed that she could trace his Christmas route around the globe with each lick of his cum. She knew for instance that he had sampled more than a few curried rice balls from Asia, and that milk had not gone past his palate in Australia: that had been a Foster's Lager that some thoughtful father (or perhaps a bartender thankful for the gift of the new barmaid) had left him. Red had taken longer to come back to reality. She always marveled at the way the old man ate her cunt; more like devoured it. She had the feeling afterwards that she had been tenderized by his saliva and then pounded flat with his tongue. And now she was about to be coated with his cream. If he had wanted to roll her in flour and fry her in butter, she would have let him. She would have let him do anything because of how he made her feel. With that thought, she turned her attention to the old man's cock. Taking her own taste of the clear fluid oozing from the tip, she grinned. Coconut from Hawaii, she thought. Red brought her mouth to the very tip of his cock, giving it a passionate kiss. She wanted to make love to this cock, along with her friend, and she wanted the old man to erupt like Mt. St. Helens, blowing the lid off, so to speak. The old man's chest and stomach were heaving from his effort to breath. Tiny as these little elfin minxes were, they had a way of exhausting him. He put great effort into pleasing them and they never failed to return the favor. Blondie brought her hands up the length of his shaft and began to rub the underside of his cock's head. Red decided to place her tongue over the opening of his urethra. She began to lick it with her little elfin tongue. For her miniscule stature, she had an exceptionally long one, and he could feel it slither around the head of his cock, even as a jet of cum was about to push her face out of the way. Red had her hands on the pulsating cock, as well, and she could feel him start to erupt. She thought that the sides of his cock were going to split open as the first shot of cum shot out of his balls. She squeezed as tight as she could, and then let go. The result was that a wad of cum shot straight up into the air. Blondie had sensed the impending eruption also, and was ready for it. Tilting her head back, she attempted to capture the cum as it fell back towards them. She partially succeeded, almost choking on the first, thick dollop that made its way past her lips. The rest splattered her forehead and cheek, matting her curly blond locks to her head. Red continued to lick the old man's cock and was pleased that the next wave was even more plentiful than the first. It didn't shoot out so much as roll down over the head, like hot lava would have flowed down a mountain. She took her hands and began to rub the cum up and down his shaft and into his balls, as though she were applying body lotion. Well, she thought, that's exactly what I'm doing. She licked him again and tasted rum from the Barbados. She could get drunk on his semen, she thought. Another pulse of his cock brought forth a wad that smelled like broccoli. She left that for her blonde friend. Goldie did like her vegetables. The pulsing diminished, and the old man's cock began to shrivel up. As he became limp, the remnants of his balls' offerings continued to ooze out. Blondie continued to lick, now tasting a combination of cashews and almonds, with a macadamia nut in there, as well. Nicholas went completely limp, every once of energy drained from him. The two elves continued to kiss his cock and he brought his hands up to caress them, tenderly rubbing their backs. After a few minutes the two of them scooted up beside him and nestled in his arms, one nuzzling one side of his neck, one nuzzling the other The old man, though thoroughly sated, was not about to let the evening's activities end. Having tasted the delights of Red's beautiful pussy, he had every intention of doing the same with his blonde nymph. And knowing that Red liked to have her pussy filled like a Christmas stocking, he had a nifty little surprise for her. He'd have to thank his master carpenter for the toy he was going to introduce her to in a few moments.. After resting for a few minutes, and caressing the elves to keep them warm, he moved down off the large chair, stood up, and looked down upon his cum covered lady friends. They looked up at him, both wondering what was coming next (they both thought, at the very same moment, that the spelling was 'cumming'). "Red," he asked, "would you like to continue with a holiday tradition of sorts, and don a blindfold again?" Red nodded in the affirmative, intensely curious as to what lay in store for her. She also felt blood start to rush back to her pink parts, tender as they were. And there were those flavorful juices starting to moisten her pussy as well. She was beginning to understand how a Butterball turkey felt when it was cooked, with the juices running clear. She brought a hand down, and started touching herself again. The old man never tired of seeing her masturbate and tonight was no different. He could feel his own cock start to stiffen again. He turned around and walked over to a counter, where a large box rested. He pulled open a drawer underneath the counter top and pulled out a green blindfold that matched the jacket Red had been wearing earlier. (Red, ever the sensible one, had removed the jacket in anticipation of the cum the old man was going to generate. She had just had it dry-cleaned, and was not about to get it soiled with seminal fluid. That stuff was 'hard to cum out', she thought) Walking back over to the oversized recliner, carrying the box under one arm, and twirling the blindfold around a finger, he flashed both of them his most lascivious grin. He was going to enjoy this. If it went as well as he thought it might, next year was going to be fun for a lot of bored housewives and inventive boyfriends. He placed the box down at the foot of the chair and proceeded to put the blindfold on Red. He could smell her, thinking about cookies again. Blondie was every bit as curious, and every bit as turned on. She knew that the old man did not play favorites and would give her the same kind of attention, and certainly the same 'outcum' that was in store for her red-haired co-worker. The old man looked at Blondie and placed a finger to his lips, imploring her to be silent. He reached into the box and took out a somewhat large wooden toy. It was a replica of a carpenter, positioned so that he was sawing wood on a small workbench. Blondie gasped, then went quiet, having to put a hand over her mouth to do so. With the old man's suggestions, the master carpenter had made some revisions to the toy that had made his little elf prick stiff and gave him a few ideas of his own. One of the revisions was to round off the corners of the workbench, so that the entire toy could be positioned in close quarters without causing any discomfort. The other revision was to replace the toy saw with a small silicone dildo. Another of the old man's elves who was adept at making molds had crafted the dildo. The craftsman had designed the dildo in the shape of a saw, but conical, not flat. Its surface was covered with raised dots instead of teeth. The old man did not know that after completing this prototype, the carpenter had made his own version of the toy. He was a very popular carpenter. It had cost him a bottle of Russian vodka, but the mold maker had promised to keep quiet about it. Besides, the mold maker also dabbled in photography and had a few devious ideas of his own. This prototype was electric, not battery operated, and the old man leaned down to plug it into a receptacle located in the floor near the chair. He grabbed a hold of Red's ankles and pulled her down in the chair, pushing a leg over the side of the chair and letting him see the juices start to pool in her pussy. He picked up the toy and placed it so that the dildo was just at the opening of her slit. He had to place a cushion under her tiny, elfin ass to get the angle right, and then he turned the toy on. With a sawing motion, the toy carpenter began to fuck the red-haired elf, causing her to buck her hips to match the tempo. Blindfolded and excited, she began to pull on her gumdrop-sized nipples. Holding the toy in place with one hand, he leaned over and kissed Blondie on the lips. Her mouth tasted like carrot cake, and his cock hardened again. He moved to whisper instructions into her ear, and then slid back down so that his mouth hovered over her clean-shaven pussy. Doing as he wished, she raised her hips and removed her sheer panties. She sat up and removed her bra, then lay back down and leaned towards her toy-fucking friend and began to kiss her. The old man now had a clear view of Blondie's labia. He inhaled, and the smell of fresh peaches made its way up through his nostrils. He leaned closer and began rubbing her swollen sex with his nose, breathing in as he did. She was so wet that he knew he was sucking her juices up his nose. He didn't voice his next thought. After a few moments of this, she began to move her hips in a similar manner as Red. Both of them were beginning to moan into each other's mouths. They also began to play with each other's breasts. Keeping the hard-at-work carpenter pressed firmly between Red's legs, the old man was able to turn a knob on the back of the toy. It was a rheostat, and its purpose was to alter the current going to the motor that moved the silicone saw. It could make it go slowly, as if the carpenter was taking his time, making a precision cut (a fine slit, the old man thought), or he could make it go faster, which he did now. Red matched the increase in speed with the motion of her own hips. She was now beginning to really grind and push, so much so that he really had to push back to hold the toy in place. Single women were going to need something to clamp this to, he thought. A funny thing happened, as he held the tireless carpenter in place: the harder he had to hold onto the toy, the more firmly he pressed his nose onto Blondie's pussy. His tongue now slipped past his lips, slid along her labia, and retreated again, licking his own lips in the process. He loved the taste of peaches and he loved eating her 'peaches'. He began to lick her, parting her labia and hitting her clit with each upward swipe of his tongue. As he brought his head back down, his nose would hit the top of her clit. He couldn't hear himself, because Blondie was squeezing her legs to his ears as she began to buck more, but he was moaning into her cunt, much as they were moaning into each other's mouths. Red was the first cum, her orgasm gripping her as her cunt gripped the sawing dildo. But the old man had something in store for her that he hoped she would appreciate. Instead of turning down the dial on the back of the toy, allowing her to calm down, he increased the speed of the sawing motion. With his face buried between the thighs of his blonde elf, he felt rather than viewed what happened next. Red groaned into the mouth of Blondie and then pulled away, her head thrown back, her back arched severely, as she almost seemed to lift herself off the chair. The increased tempo of the toy carpenter sawing her cunt was enough to make a second wave of pleasure wash over her. The angle of the thrusts changed, as the old man pushed the toy more firmly to her, causing the tiny raised dots of the silicone saw to set off a third, then a fourth wave of sensation. If her first orgasm of the night had made her feel as though she was a melting ice cream cone, then this made her feel like something else entirely. Her insides felt as if she were a landmass of silt that was being shaken by the seismic waves of an earthquake. There is a phenomenon that takes place when water is in close proximity to the earth's surface and an earthquake occurs. The ground will liquefy, and that is what Red felt like now. Red cried out in a mixture of agony and pleasure, and begged for the toy to be removed. The old man obliged, pulling the toy away and covering her sex with his hand. He let it rest there while he continued to lap at Blondie's pussy. She was taking forever to cum, and he picked up the pace of his licking. He began to pay more attention to her clit, sucking it between his lips, pulling up, and flicking it with his tongue. Her head began to roll from side to side, and she suddenly moved her hand down to her pussy and began to work her own clit furiously. Moving his head back, he watched in awe as Blondie rubbed her clit a hundred times faster than the toy had been sawing away at Red's twat. With a groan that started at her abdomen and worked its way out her throat, she came. A small river of juices was leaking out of her pussy. He lapped them up as they dribbled down to her anus. This caused a new set of tremors, her womb shaking. His wasn't the only stomach that could shake like a bowl full of jelly, he thought. When she was clean, and her quivering had subsided, he did the same thing to her as he was doing to Red, letting a palm rest on her sex,. Before long the two of them were asleep. He reached for a throw that he kept over the back of his recliner and covered them with it. The old man bent down and picked up the toy. He removed the dildo and brought it to the sink of his kitchen. He returned the toy to its box and placed it back on the counter. Walking over to the door leading to his workshop, he pulled his robe closed and tied its sash. Opening the door and crossing the workshop, he looked out the window, across the yard to his barn, making sure that all of his reindeer had been taken inside. He made a mental note to find out which of his elf co-workers had been feeding the herd brussel sprouts. That was one of the reasons he had shaven his beard off. He walked back to his kitchen door, turned off the lights to his shop, and went back inside. On the counter next to the refrigerator was a covered container. He opened it and took out a pillbox. Taking the largest of the pills inside, he poured a glass of water, and swallowed both together. In about an hour he was going to start pissing like a racehorse, so he made himself a plate of leftovers and went to sit on a couch not too far from his bathroom. The gut he was carrying around was mostly from fluids, and it would be a welcome relief to get back to a more normal size. Why the image of a fat, jolly Santa had to be maintained in this day and age was beyond him, but he was powerless to do anything about it. Twas the Night After Christmas Eating his sandwich, he kept his eyes on the two sleeping elves. They looked so sweet in their lust induced slumber. When he felt the pressure in his bladder increase, he made his way into the bathroom. Sitting rather than standing, as he was going to be losing a lot of urine, he picked up a book of limericks and began to read. Enjoying a bawdy rhyme, he was not quiet in his laughter. Never one to shut a bathroom door, so comfortable was he in his own skin, the noise had woken up Red. She watched him through the bathroom door for a moment, then, careful not to wake up her friend, made her way into the bathroom, and stood next to the old man. What she did next surprised him. She had heard stories of the manner in which he shed weight after the Christmas holiday, but had never witnessed it. Looking down between his legs, she could see him urinating in a steady stream. Every so often the stream would stop, only to start again after a minute or so. Nicholas lifted his head from his book and stared at his elfin companion. She was transfixed on his pissing cock. Suddenly she reached down between his legs and grabbed it. Careful not to get her hand in the way of the stream of urine, she began to move his cock back and forth. She could feel it begin to harden in her hand, and she had to force it down so that he wouldn't piss over the top of the toilet seat. She stayed like this, just aiming his penis at the bowl, silently drawing with his cock some unknown painting, until there was no more urine left in his bladder. The old man thought that he had just had the most erotic, loving experience of his life. Not one word was spoken the entire time, and when he was finished, she simply went over to his vanity, stepped up on a stool so that she could reach the sink, and washed her hands. Red stepped down off the stool and walked back to the big chair, noticing that Blondie had begun to stir. He sat there and watched her the whole time, admiring her elfin beauty. He stood up and did the same as Red, washing his hands. He did not bother to put his robe back on. Walking back into the great room, he saw that the blonde elf was now awake. Sitting up from her nap, Blondie looked stunned as she saw the change that had occurred in the old man. She looked at Red quizzically. While never being accused of being slender, at least he could look down now and see his cock. The only evidence of his recent girth were the stretch marks that never went away. Blondie reached out and felt his stomach. Her hand moved lower and paused just above the base of his cock. He watched her, feeling his erection grow, watching the look on her face, as it did so. Moving away from her, he turned and went into the bedroom, walked over to the king-sized bed and pulled down the covers. The two elves followed him into the room and jumped up onto the bed. He sat on the edge and began to take turns kissing them. They, in turn, enjoyed kissing both him and each other. Before long the two elves were kissing each other passionately, and he moved off of the bed and went over to a comfortable sitting chair in the corner of his bedroom. The old man began to stroke himself, watching the elves as they kissed and fondled one another. After a few moments the two of them got into a 69 position and each began licking and fingering their counterpart's pussy. The old man sat in his chair and stroked his cock. What he was witnessing was really turning him on, and he jerked his cock harder as he listened to the sounds of their lovemaking. His arousal was building to a point where he knew he was going to cum. He tried to time it with their orgasms, but he couldn't hold his back. Ejaculating into his hand, he smeared the sticky cum all over his cock, and then his stomach. Not bothering to clean up, he stood up and walked back to the bed. Climbing onto it and lying on his side, he watched as they both came once more, then stretched out like cats, before Red turned around and brought her face up close to Blondie's. They kissed once more and lay back, turned onto their sides, and hugged each other. They fell asleep like that. The old man got up once more, to turn out the lights, and climbed back into bed. He was exhausted and didn't bother to set an alarm clock. There was nothing for him to do tomorrow; nothing for a long time actually, and he planned to sleep for a long while. He nodded off to the sound of his two elves lightly snoring. Damn, they were cute, he thought. His eyes opened slowly, lids still heavy from exhaustion. "I'm too old for this shit," he thought to himself. He was stretched out on a king-size bed, every muscle in his plus-size body screaming at him. The sleep he had captured over the last twelve hours had done little to ease the aches he felt throughout his aged being. "Way too fucking old," he said, this time out loud. The old man rolled over and looked at the clock on his bedside table, the red numbers flashing at him. Red numbers to match the red suit he had worn not twenty-four hours ago. Red numbers to match the red cheeks on his face, colored not by the cold night air that had washed over him as he circled the globe, but by the too many shots of whiskey he had downed after finishing this years task. He had needed the potion to calm his over stimulated mind, still hearing the voices of snotty little children (and more than a few big ones) ringing in his head as he wound down from one more Christmas expedition. He readjusted his position, rolling over onto his other side, and was greeted with the sight of two of his elves sleeping next to him - female elves - adorably cute, hot, naked female elves. The fog behind his eyes began to dissipate, and he gazed at their bodies for a few moments, taking in the rise and fall of their breasts as they breathed in unison. The two elves were wrapped up with each other, the blanket covering them having slipped down, exposing their perfectly formed little elfin tits. One of his delicious sleeping partners had glorious red locks that splayed across the pillow her head rested upon. The other had blonde hair, cut short, but with more curls than Shirley Temple. Her head was nestled in the armpit of the redhead. They both reeked of stale sex. His cock began to stir, and he began to remember more of the past twenty-four hours. Something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head and saw another of his elfin friends. "Good morning, Brunetti. Would you like to join us?" The End