Festive Erotica

Christmas Magic Leads To Amazing, But Unusual, Sex.

With good sex at the top of her Christmas list, she never imagined it would come in this form.

The lights from the Christmas tree cast a kaleidoscope of color on the walls and ceiling. My eggnog and rum warms me from the inside as I marvel at yet another magical Christmas season. I can’t believe in three short days, Christmas will be here.

My body has become one with the recliner, especially when I’ve struggled to get both kids to sleep and just finished wrapping the last of their gifts. The only box left unchecked for tonight is the moving of the elves.

It was a fun novelty last year, to be creative and to hear the kids in the morning trying to find them. This year, however, it’s seemed like more of a chore, and god forbid I forget to move them. Tonight, there will be no special placement or naughty elf activity. I think the mantle over the woodstove will suffice. Tomorrow night, I might get a little more creative with them.

Princess Penelope is the first one I grab. My daughter, Mia, named her. A cute little elf with short dark hair. Leaving her in her original clothing was, of course, not ok. I had to buy several outfits, one of which was a short red “dress” with white fuzzy hems and a hood. Basically, she’s dressed in sexy Christmas lingerie, but not according to Mia.

The other elf, which I retrieve from the kitchen, is quite the opposite of the princess. My son Riley named him, and his level of creativity still amazes me. I place the male elf, still in his original clothes, next to the princess on the mantel and have them hold hands. Penelope’s hood is slightly askew, so my fingers reach out to straighten it, but being the clutz I am, knock my glass over, which sends eggnog and rum splattering all over them. Fuck!

“There you go, Penelope, all clean. And Bob…you’re a mess!” I still can’t get over the fact that Riley named him “Bob” and chuckle as I continue cleaning up.

I need to evaluate my life choices as I dab a rich alcoholic drink from stuffed elves.

“Goodnight, guys! Behave yourselves.” I’m clearly overtired and need to get to bed, since I am literally talking out loud to Christmas gimmick elves.

“Mommy, Mommy! Princess Penelope went swimming!” Oh no! Visions of Riley having thrown her in the toilet haunt my vision before I even open my eyes.

“I’m coming, hold on.” I throw on a robe and book it down the stairs. Riley is nowhere to be seen, but Mia is in the living room, pointing at the elves. My face crinkles as I think back to last night. Princess P was on the left, and Bob was on the right. They are reversed now and Princess P is not in her special Christmas “Dress.” She’s in a red thong and bra, which explains why Mia assumed she went swimming.

“Riley, honey. Did you touch the elves? You know if you touch them, they lose their magic, right?” Riley is still in bed sleeping, and I’m not sure when or how he could have done this. As a single mom, though, there are only three people here. I know it wasn’t me, despite the fact my glass was all rum with a splash of eggnog.

“Touch them? No, why?” He’s stretching from a long night’s sleep and I’m as confused as ever.

I lie in bed, my eyes still closed. I put as much brain energy as possible for being woken in the middle of the night into listening for the strange noise that woke me. It could have been in my dreams, but I swear something moved downstairs. Nothing. I’m drifting back to sleep when the faint whimper carries through the night air one more time.

If that’s not alarming enough, the soft glow of lights casting shadows in the hallway outside my bedroom door has me fully alert. But then there is giggling and everything makes sense. Mia and Riley are messing with me. Moving the elves around at night while I sleep and playing me hard in the morning. Well, I can play at this game too. With my phone in my hand, my bare feet cross the hardwood floors silently. The second stair from the top creaks, so I step to the edge to avoid being detected and crouch down, ready to record their mischief.

I slap my hand over my mouth to muffle my gasp and to stifle any screams that might shoot to the surface. My mind is spinning while I’m watching life size, real versions of Bob and Princess Penelope naked and fondling one another on the throw rug by the woodstove. The Christmas tree is dimly lit, giving me only glimpses of their bodies. As she arches her back, the soft light kisses the curves of her breasts contrasting with the deep shadows between them. Bob’s abs are highlighted in similar fashion, his impressive muscles flexing in the light, while most of him remains unseen in the darkness.

It’s not until I see Princess P bend over, her ass lit perfectly with a rainbow of colors, that Bob’s thick cock is illuminated. I’m thankful my hand is still over my face, because of the sharp breath I draw at such an impressive cock. How is this even possible? I feel like I’m high, or drunk, or both and that the hallucination will quickly cease, but it doesn’t. My eyes are glued to the light catching the ripples on her ass as Bob thrusts inside of her harder and harder. There it is, the whimper. Princess P is cooing and crying in the faintest voice possible as he brings her to orgasm. Bob Pulls out as they cum together. I get a glimpse of the shiny ribbons falling over her ass. I can’t stop watching, and though I should be terrified, I discover I’ve been rubbing my bare pussy under my robe this entire time and I’m about to cu…

My head is pounding when I hear the faint squeal of Mia downstairs. It’s then I remember my dream, where I spied on our two elves fucking in my living room. I’ve concluded it had to be a dream, because I remember my fingers sliding over my clit, and then nothing. Fast forward to now, when I’m waking up in my own bed.

Grabbing my robe and slippers I shuffle quickly out of my room and down the stairs, the loud screech from the second to top stair has both of my kids swinging around to watch me risking life and limb to get down the stairs as quickly as possible. I check on them. Not my kids, but those horny little toys that haunt my dreams. They are definitely not as I left them last night. Close, but I can tell the subtle differences in their hands and how they are leaning against the cookie jar.

“Guys, did you touch the elves?” My heart rate is picking up and I’m beginning to question my own mental stability.

“Of course not, they’d lose their magic!” Mia’s sweet little voice is distorted by the noticeable absence of three front teeth. This girl has been robbing the tooth fairy blind lately.

“Yeah, Mom, what’s your worry over Bob and P lately?” Riley is noticing my panic. Great.

“Nothing honey, I just want to make sure they can report back to Santa how good you guys have been.”

There, hopefully that will do it. Now, I just need to figure out exactly what’s going on, because I’m not buying it’s actually a dream. Don’t get me wrong. A good fucking is at the top of my Christmas list, but this is taking it a bit far.

Luckily, my sister is willing to come over and watch the kids long enough for me to take a nap. I can’t tell her why, of course, but I have my reasons. The extra sleep, regardless, won’t be a bad thing.

The lights are off downstairs, the wood stove is burning, and I’m waiting patiently in my room. The slightest noise or flicker of light not belonging to the stove will have me ready to mobilize. I’m even watching the kids’ bedroom doors; in the off chance they actually are fucking with me.

Hours pass, but thanks to really strong coffee and my earlier nap, I’m still wide awake. I’m about to beat a ridiculously hard level on Candy Crush, when a flicker of light catches my eye.

I still and hold my breath. Footsteps downstairs have my heart racing. This is it. I creep, staying low, almost like a wild predator. On my toes, I get closer and closer. I’m about to step on the creaky step when I pause and slide my foot to the side that remains silent. It’s Christmas eve, and my last chance to figure out what’s going on.

There they are. Reds, blues, greens and yellows highlighting flexing muscles, soft curves and damp patches of hair amidst the dark valleys of shadows. They are beautiful. Their love making is like a choreographed dance of raw sexual prowess and intimate caress. It’s ridiculous that I’m envious of these mythical stuffed Christmas creatures.

When Bob’s cock is lit up with the spirit of Christmas, I can’t help but return my hand between my legs to satisfy my own needs that build. I’m hot, wet and oh so needy. My pussy hasn’t felt the touch of another human in over a year, and It’s begging. I lean back onto the tread I’ve tried so hard to avoid, sounding the alarm that I’m there. They stop, their eyes peering through the darkness in my direction. I want to run and hide, but I’m held captive by their sensual glares.

“Won’t you join us?” It’s Princess Penelope…talking…to me…while completely naked.

“Me?” My voice is nothing more than a squeak, but what do you expect under such circumstances.

“Yes, your Christmas wish is for a night of wild sex, is it not?” Bob joins the conversation now.

“H-how do you know?”

“We are Christmas elves; we are trained to know the desires of the families we belong to. We’ve been practicing for you. Are you ready?”

“How are you alive, and here, like this?” I have so many questions.

“We’ve always been alive, but the night you spilled the eggnog, that activated our magic. Eggnog is basically a magic potion at the North Pole. We just had to get you close enough with it so you would accidentally knock it over. I moved it when you weren’t looking, so you would spill it on us. We are here to make all of your wishes come true. But we must hurry. Santa will be here soon and we must leave with him.” Penelope’s words and voice are sincere. In some weird way, it makes sense. I reach down and take Bob’s hand, who as we’ve been talking, has climbed to stairs with me. I can’t stop looking at the Monster he’s been hiding under the red tights. Impressive is an understatement.

Down on the rug, Penelope removes my robe, and now it’s my skin glowing from the lights on the tree. Her hands are warm when her fingers caress every soft curve of my body. The closer she gets, the more her peppermint scent fills the room. Bob, meanwhile, is standing behind me, his cock resting gently on my ass, waiting for the right moment.

When Penelope’s fingers glide over my sex, I inhale sharply, my eyes closing tight for a brief moment. Her touch is soft but precise. My pussy is warmed by her fingers and she’s rubbing me in the exact right spot.

“Mmmmm, yes. Just like that.” My soft moans are my indication for her to keep going. Her long fingers slip inside, while her cherry red lips pull on my nipple.

“Oh, god!” I don’t know if it’s Christmas magic that has my body reacting to the slightest of touches, or if it’s the fact, it’s been so long. Either way, it’s marvelous. I could sit here all day and let her caress my body, but we don’t have all day.

“Here, love, let’s do this.” Penelope slides her fingers from my dripping cunt and lies down. Her back is pressed into the faux bearskin rug. Her tits are perfect. They are slightly spilling over her sides, but they jiggle and ripple, just as her ass was the other night.

“Come, rub your pussy on my face, I want to taste you.” She’s a dirty little elf, but there is no way I’m going to say no to this invitation. I lower myself over her in nearly a 69 position. Her abs flex as she lifts her head to allow her tongue to explore my center. She is fucking me with her tongue and teasing my clit with soft flicks and circles. I put my weight onto my left arm and swipe two fingers from my right hand through her slippery arousal. She is as wet as I am, if not more. When I pull my fingers to my lips, it’s peppermint. This girl just oozes sexy, and apparently, I’ll never experience peppermint the same way.

I’m about to slide my fingers in deeper when Bob’s cock fills me from behind. Between P’s lips and Bob’s cock stretching me, my entire body is on pins and needles. He starts to fuck me hard, a dicking like I’ve never taken before. I remember the ripples in Penelope’s ass and imagine my own looking just like it.

“Oh god! Guys! This is-ahhhh!” His fingers are dimpling my hips as he fucks me deeper and harder. I can’t talk, I can’t even think, I can only feel. What they are doing to me is beyond my wildest fantasies. The heat of her tongue compliments the burn of friction as he continues to thrust inside of me.

I sit up, grinding harder on her face and squeezing her tits for balance. Penelope screams out. Her sweaty body quivers while Bob’s cock pulses while he fills me with cum.

I’m feeling everything at once, but nothing particular all at the same time. I can’t breathe, and my vision is blurry while every little movement makes me spin faster and faster.

I’ve never cum that hard in my life, and I want to thank them for what they did for me, but they have vanished. Somehow, she slipped out from under me, and Bob pulled out without me noticing. The only thing different are the mysterious presents under the tree, and the fact that the glass of milk on the dining room table is empty. When I stand, a pink note catches my eye.

Merry Christmas! We can’t wait for next year! The note is signed by P&B with a postscript that reads:

Oh, and Santa enjoyed the show! 😊

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