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The Extra Special Magical Gift

Making a Magical Night Memorable

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful woman named Marissa Goodbody, and she indeed had a very good body. She was a striking blond with large, round breasts, narrow waist and round hips that seemed to beg "bring on the children." She had flowing blond hair, a cute nose, twinkling eyes that were the blue of a cloudless sky. Her lips were full and red without enhancers or lipstick and always seemed to look for a dick to surround. Her legs were perfection and their looks could only be improved by being wrapped around somebody's back.

And that somebody was her husband.

Marissa Goodbody was married to Chester "Chet" Goodbody, a man who was as handsome as she was beautiful, and their love for each other was deep and true. They knew the moment they met that their love was going to be one of those forever loves that you only read about in stories like this. They were barely in their teens when they met, and by the time they compared each other's freshman high school class schedule, they were deeply and passionately in love.

In high school, Marissa Smith and Chet Goodbody were 'that couple', the couple that everyone knows. The couple that's successful in school and with each other. They were at the top of their class, excelling in everything they did. They weren't rich, they were good. Every subject was a breeze for them. He was the All-State Quarterback that led their team on to the championship. She was the head cheerleader that designed chants, cheers, and routines that spurred their team on to victory after victory and are still performed at that school today. Their high school hockey team still speaks in hushed tones of awe whenever "The Goodbody Line" is remembered.

Their love was filled with laughter, and Marissa's sparkling laughter filled the hallways between classes as they told each other jokes and teased each other with gentle pranks, and their joy was contagious. They were the couple that made you feel good about yourself and your miserable life when they called you by name (they always remembered everyone's name) and asked you with genuine sincerity, "How are you doing? Why don't you come over this weekend?" and they meant it.

They were not born to rich, successful parents. There were no doctors or lawyers or political figures of note in their lineage, they were from solid working class stock. Chester's dad, Chet senior, was an auto mechanic with dreams of opening a collision shop of his own and he had the perfect name picked out: Goodbody's Good Body & Fender. His mom Domino (she was from France) drove the newspaper truck and dropped off bundles of newspapers at stores, and at the paperboy's paper boxes. They taught Chester to work with his hands as well as his head, and to listen to his heart, but to think. Hearts can't think for you and are often wrong.

Marissa's parents were a funny, joyful couple. Her dad, Jim Smith, worked for the Village Department of Public Works, doing things like filling potholes, painting lines on the roads, and driving the snowplow. Her mother, Jenny Smith, was a cook at the elementary school cafeteria. Their house was always full of laughter and Jim always came home with a joke for Jenny, and Jenny always had a humorous quote from one of her 'customers.' Jenny Smith was her mother's maiden name. Jim and Jenny Smith were not related as far as anyone could tell, but Jenny tells everyone that she kept her maiden name. They taught Marissa that in life you always have two options: to laugh or to cry, and laughing never hurts.

It was known that they would be married; it was just a matter of when. Going to a small town high school attracted very little scholarship money, and soon Chet and Marissa were working their way through community college and trying to save money for the university education they promised themselves. Soon it was apparent that they only had one option left: to enlist.

She didn't want him to go, and if she said "No, don't go," he wouldn't go, but she would have crushed something inside that makes Chet so special to her. "Don't leave me alone," she said. "Give me a baby. Give me your baby to love while you're gone."

He looked into those deep blue eyes and said the words that he was saving for a happier occasion, "Marissa Smith, I love you deeper than I ever thought possible. Without you, my life has no meaning. Would you marry me and make me..." he never got a chance to finish because she was weeping and kissing him fiercely.

Three days later, they were married in the town hall in front of Judge Simmons, and four days after that, Chet went off to Basic Training. But during those seven days, Marissa and Chet discovered something wonderful: sex. Free from the worries of being caught and fears of an unexpected pregnancy, they fucked their minds loose. They almost missed their own wedding ceremony because they were in a town hall mop closet. Marissa was bent over a mop bucket with Chet's hard cock pounding her from behind, driving her to ridiculous ecstasy.

There were no jitters, they knew each other too well to be nervous. They explored everywhere, touched everything, and there was only one thing off limits: saying 'no.' Their last night together they were aching from all the sex, her pussy was sore, his cock was fucked raw, but they still made love one last time, with lots of lube and candlelight. "I love you Mrs. Goodbody."

"I love you too, Mr. Goodbody," and with one last kiss, he boarded the bus that took him off to an uncertain future, and for the very first time, Chet made Marissa cry.

That was ten years ago. Chet and Marissa found that the military life agreed with them, and they made a home for themselves in the Army. They got the bachelor's degrees they wanted and were both working on their master's degree.

Sergeant and Mrs. Goodbody have been around the world collecting nick-nacks and memories. Their nicknacks include a miniature Eiffel Tower, a tiny Kölner Dom cathedral, a pair of volksmarch sticks covered with badges, a collection of British beer mats and a bunch of seashells. Memories include a standing fuck in the Eiffel Tower, a blowjob in the Kölner Dom cathedral in Cologne, Germany, dashing off from a volksmarch for a quickie in the German woods, a little cowgirl action in a crowded British pub, and sex on every beach on Guam. Eventually there were four little Goodbodys (Goodbodies?) adding to their joy and merriment, Bobby, Jannie, Sandy, and little Chet jr. and at night when the kids are asleep, mom and dad still fuck like its prom night.

Life was good, but not all good. The worst part was when Chet deployed. The absences were always too long, and they never knew how long he'd be gone. When the "balloon goes up" Sergeant Goodbody grabs his go-bag and goes. Marissa doesn't know where he went until he gets home. He's been to several war zones, which terrified Marissa. This recent deployment to the middle east was the worst because he was gone for Christmas. She had to keep the house happy for the children, but deep inside she didn't care if there was a single decoration up. Her mom, Jenny, and his mom, Domino, came to help. They decorated the house and planned to spend Christmas with the grandchildren in the big old drafty farmhouse that Chet and Marissa were renting.

By Christmas eve, the house was decorated like a Christmas wonderland and the kids spent the day playing in the sudden gift of three feet of snow. They built forts and threw snowballs and sledded down the hill a dozen times each. By the time bedtime came around, there was no arguing. They were full of chicken nuggets and French fries and exhausted from a day of play and they were asleep before the last Christmas cartoon was complete on TV.

Jenny, Domino, and Marissa looked fondly at the children in their little beds. Bobby, Jannie, Sandy, and little Chet jr. were fast asleep. Domino was sure there were dancing sugar plums at work. The women sat down and sipped some wine while they watched the Alester Simm version of a Christmas Carole. When the ghost of Christmas yet to come had done his dirty work and Ebenezer Scrooge had seen the light, the women got up and made sure one more time that the kids were asleep, then they went to work.

They dug the gifts out of closets, brought boxes up from the basement and found that there were scores of presents yet to be wrapped and tagged. They set up an assembly line in the living room, unwrapped presents at one end and empty wine bottles at the other end. Somewhere in the middle, the gifts were wrapped, ribboned, tagged, and placed under the tree with loving care.

Finally, Grandma Jenny and Grand-mère Domino turned in for the night and Marissa was going to follow them. She picked up all the empty wine bottles, cheese wrappers, and apple slices, and finished straightening up the big, chilly living room. Then, like she did every night, she stood before the fireplace and gazed at the portrait they took together, Chet in his dress uniform, and Marissa in her prom dress. The dress still fit, although the breast was tight and there was a bit of 'spillage.'

They looked incredible. The Chet and Marissa in the portrait looked so happy together, and she couldn't wait to be that happy again. Just a few more months and he'd be home, his letters insisted, but for Marissa, each month was a decade. She kissed her fingertips and pressed them to her soldier's face. "Come home to me safe, my love," she whispered.

She sighed sadly, then after a moment of reflection, she sadly turned to water the tree and go to bed when she heard it. "They say that the hardest job on earth is to be a military wife," said a voice.

Marissa jumped. That voice! She's heard it a thousand times in her dreams as a little girl. That deep baritone voice that exudes power, but was not threatening. "Sometimes the worst loneliness can come in a house full of loved ones, isn't that true?"

"Y-y-yes," she said, and she slowly turned. Marissa's jaw dropped when she saw behind her was that jolly old elf. "Santa?"

"Yes, Marissa. I'm really here, touch," and the bearded soul extended a hand in a holly green mitten and she touched. He was real!

"I knew you were real! I always knew it!" she gasped. "Why are you here?"

"It's Christmas, and I have an extra special magical gift to deliver and I immediately thought of my sweetly naughty good girl, Marissa."

Marissa was amazed. He was shorter than her five foot seven, and not plump, as some self-proclaimed Santa Claus experts would tell you. His flowing hair was more silver than white, you could tell as it spilled across his white ermine collar. And the red of his suit was a brilliant deep red. The Coca-Cola folks had their advertising Santa right, but the real Santa has more green in his getup. His cheeks were red but his skin was a light green (he is an elf after all) and along with the red suit he wore green mittens, green scarf and sprigs of holly decorating his collar and hat.

"A special magical gift?" asked Marissa, still stunned to be in the presence of The Man himself!

"An extra special magical gift!" said Santa, with a sly grin and a wink.

"What is it? Can I see it?" she asked.

Santa held out his right hand and invited her to look. She peered into his mittened hand and she saw what looked like snowflakes. "They're the first snowflakes of Christmas morning," said Santa. Then suddenly he blew hard on his hand and the snowflakes were blown onto Marissa's face. She swallowed some, and inhaled some, but most landed on her face where they melted on her cheeks. She was about to scold Santa when the room began to change.

The tree became fuller, the lights on the tree became larger, their color was richer, more pure. Then the tree was covered with tinsel, old school tinsel, and she gasped. She forgot how beautiful a tree that was properly covered with tinsel looked. Just the imperceptible shift in the air in the house caused the tree to twinkle.

She heard a crackling behind her and turned to see that the fire in the fireplace, which had burned out hours ago, was again a cheery fire. The orange flames danced on the white birch logs that were stacked perfectly on the andiron. The scent of sweet birch smoke and pine trees filled the room, and she looked around. The Christmas decorations, which weren't scant, now filled the room to overflowing. Garland hung everywhere, tinsel and pine boughs filled the room as candles lit and filled the room with a perfect golden light. In front of the fireplace, a white fur rug rolled out and covered the floor, and Marissa had to step out of the way as it rolled out. Tiny golden lights lined the windows, doorways, and staircase, poinsettia plants appeared in every corner, and the stack of gifts for the kids under the tree doubled in size.

"It's like a movie set for those Hallmark movies," Marissa gasped.

"And we must ready our star," said Santa. "Hands up!"

Marissa raised her hands and the floppy old t-shirt of Chet's flew off and she felt something in her armpits. It tickled, but it felt familiar... she was being shaved! She hadn't shaved her pits for weeks. Not out of slovenliness or protest, but because - why? Her man was 12,000 miles away. Who's going to care? (Ok, slovenliness.)

She suddenly realized she was standing bare breasted in front of a man who wasn't her husband or doctor! She squealed and covered her breasts with her hands and turned to dash for cover when Santa stepped up behind her, removed a mitten, and touched her shoulder with his bare hand. "It's ok Marissa, I've known you since you were born. I know your naughty urges and your struggle to remain nice."

His touch spread warmth through Marissa, and she suddenly relaxed. Santa's calm voice returned. "Remember when that captain from the eighty-first had his eye on you? The urge to be naughty was so strong in you! But you remained faithful to Chet who was in Afghanistan. Telling that captain to go away was the nicest thing I've ever seen one of my girls do... and you always have been one of my girls."

Marissa melted at his words. She told no one about Captain Blake. He was tall, handsome, and from what the girls at the Enlisted Wives Club said, he had a cock that could fuck your eye teeth loose. Her panties would be soaked with one glance from Captain Blake and his voice was able to make her nipples hard and start her clit tingling. She was a mother of two (at the time) alone, and feeling ugly, and he was interested in her. She still doesn't know where she found the strength to say "No."

"Remember that night with Annie Briscoe?" Santa's voice purred like a content lion. "That was another chance to be naughty, but you remained nice."

Marissa whimpered. Annie was, and still is, a good friend. One night, she and Annie were drinking wine and Annie was feeling lonely. Her husband was on a deployment to a secret location and she was scared. Chet was deployed too, maybe even to the same location as Annie's husband, and Marissa was missing him so badly. Two drunk, lonely, horny Army wives alone in a big house and both secretly had the urge to make love to a woman. Marissa knew she would have to do something desperate or she'll end up face down in her best friend's pussy. "I saw Alicia McDermott in the commissary this morning," she said, and that's all it took. Lubricated with a box of wine, she and Annie bitched and complained about the commander's wife and her squawking buddies for the rest of the evening. They woke up on Marissa's couch with massive headaches, but they were wearing their own panties.

"I was naughty," said Marissa. "I was catty and a nasty gossip."

"You maintained your friendship, and you were there for someone who needed a friend, not a lover," said Santa. "That's another reason why I picked you for this extra special magical gift."

"What is it?" asked Marissa, her eyes wide with excitement and wonder.

Santa eased back into the director's chair that hadn't been there a moment ago, and he pulled Marissa onto his lap. Marissa realized she was wearing only her husband's boxer shorts and was sitting on Santa's lap bare breasted. She coyly covered her breasts as Santa said, "Remember that kinky dream that you and Chet shared when he went to basic training?"

"You don't mean..." Marissa gasped.

Santa smiled and nodded.

"A... porn star?" Marissa whispered.

"Ho, ho, ho! It's a very naughty wish, but for a very nice reason," the jolly old elf said.

When Marissa and Chet made love for the first time, the dam was broken and all the sexual wishes and desires they had been holding back came to the forefront. Dreading the upcoming separation and loneliness, Chet revealed, "I wish you were a porn star, so I could watch you cum any time I wanted."

Knowing his love of watching her masturbate and dance naked, Marissa knew this wish came from his love of watching her. They even had mirrors next to the bed so he could see her beautiful body writhe in ecstasy as they made love. Instead of being horrified at Chet's statement, Marissa said, "We could play the horny patient and the naughty nurse."

"The housewife and the plumber with the big tool," said Chet.

"The sorority chick and the pizza delivery guy with the huge pepperoni," and Chet was balls deep in Marissa before another script came to mind.

Santa gave Marissa a knowing smile and said, "Why not? We can always say that this is just a dream, right?" Marissa couldn't answer. She was speechless. This was so silly! So strange! So intriguing.

Then Santa held up a large snowflake. The single crystal was as big as a fifty-cent piece, and Marissa stared at it in awe. "This will make that dream come true," and he tossed the snow flake out over the white fur rug and with a pop! An elf maiden stepped out of the shadows and into the firelight. She had the slight greenish tint to her skin that proclaimed her elfdom and she had a spectacular figure that was wearing a beautiful baby doll lace chemise. It was seen through red lace with white trim lingerie with white lace trim, ermine fur around the diving cleavage, and a thin black belt for an A-line silhouette. Her hair was silver, like Santa's hair and done up in a bun and in her hand she carried a video camera.

Marissa was shocked at the sexy little elf who stood barely four feet tall. "She's gorgeous!" gasped Marissa.

"She's my wife," whispered Santa. "When we met she was known as Ælfthryth Ælfflæd which in your tongue means bringer of death. These days she prefers Alice, which means bringer of cookies."

"It does not!" Alice cried in a high, squeaky, and utterly cute voice. "Ælfthryth Ælfflæd means strong and beautiful elf." The little hottie's eyes glowed in anger at Santa, who loved taunting the missus. "Alice means 'She who can make you sleep on the couch.'"

Her squeaky tirade got Santa chuckling. "You know how it is," Santa said to Marissa. "after a few centuries of marriage, you draw even closer."

Alice brushed the hair out of Marissa's face and said, "Is this for me?"

"This is the extra special magical gift," said Santa. "Go ahead and set up any way you want."

"Santa," said Marissa, suddenly realizing that this wasn't a dream, this was real, and Alice, the real elf, had a real camera. "Santa, I don't think I can do this."

"You could do it with Chet, couldn't you?"

"Yeah, I think so."

Santa put a finger under Marissa's chin and drew her near. "Imagine Chet watching you as you enjoy yourself," he whispered as their lips grew closer and closer.

"Santa, I don't think..." and suddenly their lips met. There was a tingle and his tongue took over. Santa's tongue sought hers and when they met, it was bliss. It was a magic kiss that made everything seem normal. The insanity of Santa Claus in her home offering to film her masturbate for Chet suddenly seemed completely reasonable.

Marissa sighed as their tongues danced together, their lips pressing together... it was just like kissing Chet, and when she closed her eyes, he was Chet. Chet was dressed in his combat uniform, preparing to climb on the cargo airplane, and this would be the last kiss for months... or maybe forever.

When they broke the kiss, Marissa's head was spinning. She could even smell Chet. She was almost disappointed to see Santa Claus smiling gently at her after the kiss. "Well?" he asked in that panty wetting voice.

"Yeah," Marissa sighed. That minute long magical kiss that felt like she was with Chet made it all feel reasonable to the lonely army wife. "Let's do it."

"She's all yours, honey," he said to Alice.

"Oh goodie! The extra special magical gift is so much fun! Come with me, sweetie. You're going to love this." Alice took Marissa's hand and urged her off Santa's lap, handed Santa her camera, and led Marissa on to the fur rug by the hand. When they reached the center of the rug, Marissa realized she was completely naked.

Alice stepped back and considered Marissa from all angles with crossed arms. She stroked her cute, pointed chin and said, "Perfect just the way she is, just a few touchups here and there." She pointed at Marissa's pussy and waved her finger in a circle, and Marissa's pussy was suddenly clean shaven. She hadn't been that bare down there since puberty set in. Alice removed Marissa's leg hair and covered up a few moles the same way she shaved her pussy.

"Don't you think my boobs are too droopy?" asked Marissa. She finally had the courage to say it.

"Honey, you're a young MILF," said Alice. "Own it! Rock it! Let the fun bags bounce. So, you can't pass the pencil test anymore. They look healthy and natural. You've raised four children. They could be resting in your lap."

Marissa still felt bad about her breasts. "You have magic, can't you, ya know, tighten them up a bit? I can suck my own nipple!"

Alice's eyes flashed wide open. "Do it! Let me see!" Marrissa didn't know why she did it, but she cupped her large boob and raised her nipple to her mouth. Alice held her hands up in front of her, blocking out the picture frame like John Ford or Dino De Laurentis. "You CAN! Why didn't you say so?" Alice turned and nodded at Santa with a grin. "You really found a good one!"

"Ho, ho, ho! Told ya," Santa said as he laughed. "Let's get her in her costume and get her some props."

Alice walked over to the director's chair and dug around in Santa's big bag and pulled out a few huge pillows that she tossed to Marissa, and she pulled out a few other items. She gave Marissa a gaily wrapped flat box and said, "Open this and try it on."

Soon Marissa was dressed in a red and white lace babydoll like Alice. The babydoll was beautiful and as substantial as smoke. Her nipples and pussy were clearly visible under the red fog she was wearing. Alice ran her fingers through Marissa's hair and it came out in a perfect perm. She looked ready for a hard night of fucking.

"Ok, here's the premise," said Santa from the director's chair. "You're a lonely, horny military wife and you want to show your man how much you miss him. Ready?" Marissa nodded. This was a sexy fantasy of hers come true! "Aaaaannnd action!"

Marissa looked at the camera and froze. But then she smiled. "Chet honey, I just want to wish you a Merry Christmas... The kids are in bed, our moms are asleep, they're all happy and healthy. But I have a problem... I have an itch that only you can reach..." Her voice was getting breathy as she reclined on the pile of pillows and the white fur rug in front of the fire. Now she began to pout. "I need your help... so... bad! Help me honey!"

"She's incredible," whispered Santa.

"She's got me wanting to dive in and help," whispered Alice.

Marissa began to pinch and roll her nipples as she sinuously writhed on the pillows. The red fog babydoll was long gone and Marissa was in her naked splendor. She's never felt so alive as her hands slid over her perfect skin. Thanks to Alice's magic, all blemishes and stretch marks were gone, and her pussy never felt more alive. She began to twist and pull her nipples and she moaned, "Chet, honey, I need you!" And she lifted one of her magnificent breasts and began to suckle on her nipple.

"Ohhhh, tell me you got that shot!" whispered Santa Claus.

"I got it, I got it!" hissed Alice.

Marissa was getting hotter and hotter as she pinched and rolled her nipples. "I miss you Chet," Marissa said sadly. "I'm so lonely at night without you." Her left hand crept down lower and lower until her fingertips contacted her tingling clit.

"Ohhhhh," groaned Marissa and Alice simultaneously.

"Get that shot of her hand," whispered the director as he took off the big red coat he wore to reveal his green flannel shirt underneath.

"Beautiful!" hissed Alice as she focused on Marissa's delicate hand that gently strummed her clit. The candlelight made the small diamond in her engagement ring sparkle and the gold of her wedding band glitter. "She's a natural."

"She sure is," said Santa, looking at those beautiful breasts that adorned Marissa's chest.

"You gave them to her, didn't you?" said Alice as she focused on Marissa's tongue as it flicked the pussy juice off her fingertip.

"Ask and ye shall receive," said Santa with a huge grin.

"I'm so hot for you, Chet!" sighed Marissa. "Come home and fill me with your big, hard cock... it fills me so gooood." Marissa was in rut, writhing on the soft fur rug. The rug was as soft as a kitten fur, and made Marissa hotter and hotter as she writhed and rubbed her smooth, sensitive ass cheeks on the rug.

"She asked for something for Chet too," whispered Santa Claus

"You old softie," chuckled Alice. "You can't resist the cute ones."

"Nope!" whispered Santa proudly as Marissa's hand returned to her pussy and began stroking.

"I'm so hot, but I can't cum without you!" whimpered Marissa. She was completely unaware of the camera now. She was crying out for her husband. She needed his help.

"Do it," said Alice. "You can't leave her like this." Marissa's fingers flashed over her clit, trying to reach an orgasm, but for some reason she couldn't.

"Ok," Santa whispered. He turned and looked back at his big sack. "Release the Kraken!" he called softly.

There was a shuddering from deep in his sack, then the Kraken flew out. Nine inches long, eleven inches in circumference and a wingspan of two feet, a flying replica of Chet's cock leaped from the bag and fluttered toward Marissa. She heard the wings whirring as the big dick dove straight at her mouth. She was about to shriek out in terror when the flying pecker stopped right at her lips and hovered there. She could smell Chet's precum, so she reached out with her tongue. It was the same precum she's been lapping up for a decade.

"Chet baby!" anything else she was going to say was silenced when the Kraken pushed into her mouth. She gagged a little bit, like always, then relaxed and loosened her jaw and let the flying dildo fuck her mouth.

"It's never done that before," whispered Alice.

"It must like her," said Santa.

Marissa took the kraken by the balls and pulled it from her mouth and gave it a kiss. Then she brought the head of the Kraken to her nipple, where it buzzed with joy. She cried out in excitement as the buzzing dick vibrated her nipples to painfully rock hard erections. She then brought it lower and lower. It neared her pussy and got excited and started a fucking action. "Stop, hang on, wait," and she brought the excited dildo to her pussy, where it began to buzz and fuck.

Marissa groaned and arched her back, her legs spread wide as she could as the dildo fucked at her wet pussy. "It's not going to last much longer," said Alice. "It tires quickly."

Santa turned back to his sack and said, "Bob, Bud, you're up."

Two naked male elves climbed out of Santa's sack and sauntered up to where Marissa was frantically fucking herself with the exhausted dildo. The two elves were light greenish with black, short, trimmed hair, goatees, pointed ears (like Alice and Santa) and dicks that nearly dragged the ground. Santa waved them over, and they crawled up on either side of Marissa.

The young MILF was at the edge of an orgasm and nearly in tears with need when the dildo gave out and collapsed. "I've never seen someone out-fuck the Kraken," whispered Alice in awe.

"She's one of the good ones," said Santa. "Get a shot of Bob and Bud sucking on her tits."

The two elves knelt on either side of Marissa and suckled her breasts like she was a fond lover. The young wife groaned. She was so far gone, there was no way she could stop. She felt two strange mouths close on her tits and she gasped in pleasure. "Please..." she whimpered. She needed to sum so bad there was no stopping whatever was going to happen.

As the elves nipped and suckled on her nipples, her hands explored the small guys. They were small everywhere except for their cocks. Her hands closed around the twin erections and found them to be nice and thick. Her hands couldn't close completely around their throbbing erections.

As she stroked their cocks, the elves came to a silent agreement and Bob kissed his way down to her pussy. Marissa spread her legs wide to allow this little magic creature between her legs. Bob breathed deep the musky perfume of Marissa's excitement. She was so excited her juices were glistening in the candlelight. When Bob's mouth closed on her pussy, she groaned with pleasure.

Bob made love to this human's delicious pussy with his mouth and gave up all ideas of teasing her to a sweet orgasm. This girl was ready to pop. He sucked and slobbered on her clit while Bud nursed and tweaked at her nipples. This was going to be a big one!

The intense pressure to cum built up in Marissa as Bob's tongue flicked over her clit. Then the feeling of two thick elf fingers pushing into her cunt set her off. Wave after wave of mind bending pleasure crashed over Marissa. She planted her feet on the floor and her hips began to raise. Bob was nearly standing as he tried to continue to eat her to her climax. Her orgasm built up for the big bang and it hit like a tsunami.

Marissa screamed, and her hips dropped to the floor. Her body went into spasms as the biggest orgasm of her life shattered her mind. She pushed the elves aside and curled up in the fetal position and shuddered over and over as the sweet, sweet pleasure coursed through her.

When she came to, nothing had changed. The fur rug still tickled her ass, the fire burned perfectly on the hearth; the candles flickered and the tinsel on the tree twinkled. She noticed out the window large snowflakes were falling again. "Oh, my God! That was insane! Thank you Santa, thank you so much!" She looked at Santa Claus. He was sitting in his director's chair wearing a green plaid flannel shirt and a pair of red plaid boxer shorts. Alice was next to him, changing the battery in her video camera. "It... it's not over yet, is it?"

Santa and Alice shook their heads no in unison.

"I'm going to get gang banged by a couple of elves, aren't I?" asked Marissa.

Santa and Alice nodded their heads yes in unison. When you've been married a hundred decades or so, things like that happen.

Marissa sighed and said, "I've never had anyone but Chet," she said.

"That's ok," said Bob in a surprisingly deep voice for someone who only stands three feet tall.

"We came ready for that," said Bud, and he leaned over and began kissing Marissa. She was shocked. He was kissing just like Santa kissed her, and Santa kissed just like Chester kissed. The lonely army wife wrapped her arms around Bud and kissed him hard and long and when the kiss ended Bud looked at her with an elvish grin. "That's your 'welcome home, thank you for not getting blown up' kiss, wasn't it?"

"It sure was," and she turned to Bob, who was standing next to her and leaned in and she gave him a sweet kiss. He kissed just like Chet as well. After their kiss Bob said, "That was your 'the baby is asleep, let's get naughty' kiss, wasn't it?"

Marissa smiled, "You kiss like Chet. What else do you have?"

Bud stood up, which put his cock at face level with Marissa, who was sitting on the floor. His cock looked like Chet's cock, except it was greenish. His cock was nice and girthy, like Chet's, but his balls were larger. It could be because they were swollen with a load for her. She leaned forward and licked the head of Bud's cock and he precum tasted like... "You taste exactly like Chet, with a hint of cinnamon."

"Well, I am an elf," said Bud.

"It's our turn, lady. Let's go." Bob sat down on a pillow and grabbed Marissa and pulled her forward, and she landed face down on his cock. She immediately started to go down on the elf.

Marissa didn't enjoy giving blowjobs when she and Chet first became sexually active, but as the years went by, she became an eager and talented fellatrix. She could make a blowjob last as long as she wanted, or end it quickly. Either way, she loved swallowing her husband almost as much as he loved going down on her. At least three times a week, she says a prayer of thanks for being given a pussy eating madman for a husband and she was surprised to find that He didn't enjoy doing it any more than she enjoyed giving blowjobs at first. He just enjoyed making the woman he loved cum, and eventually pussy became his favorite snack.

Marissa was able to ignore the camera as she licked and gnawed gently on Bob's poll and suckled his aching balls. She stopped and looked at Bob and said, "Do elves get blue balls like human males?"

"No, elvish girls aren't that cruel to us," said Bob, and he pushed Marissa's head back down in his lap. She now began to take Bob's cock in her mouth, running her tongue over and over the sensitive underside. Bob groaned in delight as she worked on his cock. "Holy lords a leaping!" gasped Bob. "This girl could out suck Alice!"

Marissa took Bob's cock out of her mouth. "You get blowjobs from Santa's wife?"

"It keeps production quotas met," said Bob as he pushed Marissa back down.

"I'm in the mood for a spit roast," said Bud, and he hoisted Marissa's ass in the air. Soon Marissa found herself on her hands and knees, a Christmas Elf fore and aft fucking her mouth and pussy. It was the first time she did anything like this and she was loving it. She rocked back and forth, fucking herself on those two big elf cocks. But Bob would not last long.

"I'm cumming, my angel!" he groaned, having said the same thing that Chet says when he cums in her mouth. Soon her mouth was flooded with spurt after spurt of elf cum.

"Is that nutmeg I taste also?"

"I've been told a bit of clove too," said Bob as he sagged to the pillow with a satisfied grin on his face.

Bud took advantage of the Bob tapping out and began to fuck like a rabbit on crack cocaine. His rapid fire strokes slammed into her ass like a round of applause. He pounded her to an explosive orgasm, and he never slowed down. She returned to earth to find herself on the climb to another orgasm and she was staring into the lens of Alice's camera. The madcap pounding from Bud continued. Her tits jiggled as he hammered away at her pussy.

Suddenly Marissa's eyes bugged wide open, and her jaw dropped. "Hey! That's my ass!"

Bud looked and sure enough, he was buried balls deep in her ass. "Sorry," he mumbled, "I'll..."

"I didn't say stop. I just said it was my ass."

Bud grinned and began an easy stroking in and out of Marissa's tight sphincter, and before he knew it, he was pumping spurt after spurt of elf cum in her asshole. "Oh God, that was so good," Marissa sighed. "Weird, but good."

"We're not done with you," said Alice. "I could use a little relief too," and she sat down in front of Marissa and scooted her pussy up to Marissa's mouth.

"I don't know what to do," said Marissa.

"Just do to me what you like to have done to you," said Alice.

"Ok," and she gave Alice a little lick. Her pussy reminded Marissa of Chet's cock when she sucked him clean after a mind numbing fuck. Plus, a hint of ginger. She went back for more and soon she was sucking Alice's clit and fucking her pussy with the poor, exhausted Kraken dildo.

She licked and suckled and fucked and soon Alice was screeching at the top of her lungs. "Oh, my god... have I got a job for you at the north pole!" the little elf said as she panted.

"We're not done with you either," said Bud. He was lying on his back with his cock sticking straight up. That was Chet's signal to "saddle up cowgirl!" Marissa was worried about squishing the little elf, but since he was eleven hundred years old, he could probably take on a twenty-eight-year-old horny army MILF with no problem.

Marissa sank down on the thick dick, enjoying the delightful stretching of her pussy. "Oh, Chet!" she sighed.

"I'm Bud," said the elf.

"Do you want me to keep this up?" she said as she wiggled her hips, pushing his cock even deeper.

"My bad, I'm Chet," said Bud and he sounded a lot like Chet.

"Oh Chet, I miss you so much," said Marissa. She rode up and down on Bud's cock, enjoying the stretching, the head of his cock brushing against her cervix, his pubic hair grinding against her clit. She sighed and leaned forward and drove back hard as she fucked. Then she felt Bob's hands grab her hips.

"No!" Marissa gasped, but she didn't fight or pull away. She and Chet added anal sex to their repertoire a few years ago, and it's normally reserved for Chet's birthday and deployment returns. Like oral sex, Marissa grew to tolerate it. Now she's beginning to enjoy it. But she's never done it with another cock in her pussy at the same time.

She felt Bob line up his Chet-sized cudgel with her back door and press. "Relax," said Bob. "Push back like you're trying to poop."

With a very unladylike grunt, Marissa welcomed Bob into her back door. His presence in her ass tightened her pussy around Bud's Chet-sized boner. "Stop!" she gasped. "Let me get used to this," she said, and she panted as her body got used to the intrusion. Eventually, the feeling of being stuffed full became pleasurable to some degree. "Now... nice and easy," she said, and the elves began to move ever so slowly.

The elves picked up speed, their cocks working in and out of Marissa's body, the feeling of their cocks rubbing against each other with just a fine layer of Marissa between them made the elves ache to fuck harder but they respected her and held back the urge to pound away at her body. Their pistoning cocks began fucking harder when Marissa started panting, "yes!" over and over.

Alice continued to record the entire event following her husband, the director's, instructions. Alice finally realized that one of them was going to cum soon and the entire house of cards would collapse. "Get in there, Kris!" she said, using his real name. "Get some before it's gone!"

Santa walked up to the pile of sweating, moaning bodies and dropped his boxer shorts, and presented his cock to Marissa's mouth. She hesitated, but finally opened her mouth and Santa's cock slid in. "Airtight!" cried Alice as she worked at filming the scene from all angles.

Marissa couldn't believe it. She was sucking off Santa Claus! Actually, she had little to say in the blowjob. He was fucking her mouth with the speed and eagerness of Bob and Bud. All Marissa could do was moan in excitement and take the fucking she was receiving.

All three elves began fucking faster, using Marissa for their own pleasure, which struck a submissive cord in Marissa's psyche and took her along for the ride. It was probably Bud who came first, and his pounding into Marissa set her off. As she was cumming, Bob flooded her guts with his sperm and Santa sprayed his cum all over Marissa's face, just the way Chet likes to do it. They collapsed into a heap of panting, trembling bodies and a satisfied Santa leaned back and called, "Cut!"

They took a long time to recover, but eventually they did. Time was going to have to return to normal, and Santa was going to have to continue his rounds. As Bob and Bud climbed back into Santa's bag, Santa sat in his director's chair and edited the video Alice took, while Alice helped Marissa clean up and slip on a new set of flannel pajamas. "Think that will hold you until Chet gets home?" asked Alice.

"It should, but somehow I don't think it will."

"No, it probably won't, that's for sure," chuckled Alice. "It looked like fun, but the love between you and Chet wasn't there. This was just fucking around."

"Yeah," sighed Marissa. "But it was good fucking around."

Finally, Santa got up, folded up his director's chair and put it in his big sack, then he placed several gifts under the tree for Jenny, Domino, and the kids. While he did that, Alice and Marissa reviewed the video that Santa edited. It was good, but the elves looked like cartoon elves with long, pointed ears and enormous cocks. Alice looked like a sweet old cartoon lady, and Marissa looked like an anime version of herself.

"Ok, the rug, pillows, blanket, and my old friend Kraken are yours," said Santa. "Merry Christmas and make sure Kraken gets all the attention he needs."

"Thank you so much Santa, this was the greatest Christmas present ever, a Christmas orgy with real live elves and a facial from Santa! Why did you make me a cartoon?"

"Ho, ho, ho... silly girl. This little group grope wasn't a Christmas present for you!" He patted the video recorder. "THIS was the Christmas present. But you don't send a video of a guy's wife screwing someone else to him in a war zone. That's just asking for a divorce. But if it's a cartoon, he'll love it!"

"This was a present for Chet?"

"He'll love it. Trust me," said Santa, dressed warmly. Alice climbed into his sack and snapped her fingers and all the candles went out and the only light in the room was the re-decorated Christmas tree and the fire in the fireplace. "Want to do this again next year with Chet? Alice has some friends in the doll factory that don't get out much. Write me!" and laying a finger aside up his nose, and giving a nod up the chimney he rose.

Contented and fucked silly, Marissa pulled a blanket off the couch and curled up with a snoozing Kraken in front of the fire, hoping that Santa's magic never wears off and this always feels 'normal.'

Then she heard him exclaim, ere he flew out of sight, "Merry Christmas to all. I got lucky tonight!"