A Wonderslut Christmas
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the Slutgrotto Felicity and Jay were settling in for a cozy evening together. Because they’d been naughty all year, they’d left cookies for Santa upstairs in the orchid greenhouse along with plenty of vegetable munchies for the reindeer. Santa would leave the usual lump of coal, and Felicity would stash that with all the others he’d left over the years. No way was she going to burn that stuff and pollute the air. Santa really needed to get a new shtick.
Jay snuggled up behind Felicity where she stood hanging ceramic phalluses on the tree in the center of the room. The silk of his pajamas felt smooth and cool against her skin above the low back of her gown. As his arms went around her, the familiar shape of a really nice hard-on pressed against her butt.
“Filling my Christmas stocking already?” she asked.
He buried his nose into the hairs at her temple. “Next year you need to knit me a bigger one.”
She laughed just as she always did when Jay made jokes about the size of his member. Thing was, he didn’t exaggerate. Some guys bragged. Jay told the truth, and it sounded like bragging. He’d stretch out the cock warmer she’d made for him and that he wore beneath his Pjs. Then, she’d enjoy his handiwork, and he’d fill it again. Lather, rinse, repeat. The guy could work her into a lather, for sure.
She turned in his arms and rubbed her belly against him. “Ready for a pre-Christmas treat, big guy?”
“I’ve been ready for the last half hour.” He gave her a particularly impish grin. “But I have a present for you first.”
She glanced around the room. Nothing seemed new. They had a tree, and each of them had put a brightly colored package under it for the other one. Jay wasn’t reaching to his, though, so he must have something else in mind.
After a moment, the something else made its appearance via a swirling mist in the corner. Figures moved in it. A couple of small people. Voices came out of it, high-pitched and male. Eventually, the cloud collapsed in on itself, revealing…what the hell?…a pair of elves. Little guys with pointed hats, pointed shoes, and pointed ears.
One of them turned three-hundred-and-sixty degrees, his eyes almost filling his head. “The Slutgrotto. Oh, boy, the guy wasn’t lying.”
The other one stood as still as a statue, resembling a garden gnome. His jaw dropped. “Wonderslut.”
“In the flesh.” She turned her gaze on Jay. “Are they what they appear to be?”
“While Santa’s away, the elves will play,” Jay answered.
“Boy, howdy, will we,” the elf with the huge eyes declared. “I’m Lou, he’s Stu.”
“We’re here to screw,” Stu said.
“To screw you!” they said in unison.
“Ah…right. I’m going to have to talk to my coworker for a minute.” She took Jay by the shoulder and lead him away, stopping behind the Christmas tree. “Are they my present?”
“Pretty cool, huh?” he said. “They rent themselves out while Santa’s away delivering gifts. It’s their way of making up for the coal naughty women get.”
“Okay, but they’re…” She glanced around to tree to where Stu and Lou were jumping up and down on the bed. “Elves.”
“Yeah.”
“They’re small. You know, like…” How was she going to put this after insisting to every man she met, including Jay, that size didn’t matter? There was a lower limit to that biological truth, though, and these two fell far below the bar. “…really not big. As in, tiny. Petite. Vertically challenged.”
“But not anatomically, if you get my drift,” Jay answered.
She took another peek at their visitors, who had now draped themselves on top of the comforter and were staring back. Or leering back.
“I get you, drift-wise, but this still isn’t making sense, biology-wise,” she whispered.
One of the elves…Lou…lifted a hand and wiggled his fingers at her. She waved back and ducked behind the tree again. “Why don’t you explain it to me?”
“Watch. You’ll catch on.” Jay went around the tree and to the stereo. “You ready, guys?”
“You bet your candy cane we are,” Stu said as he and his buddy stood up at the end of the bed, their cute, little elf hands on their hips.
Jay slipped a CD into the slot and stood back. In a second, hot music poured out of it. There was no other word for the funky, sexy, saxy sound but hot. It had a driving beat that had Felicity’s hips bumping and grinding in no time flat.
The sounds had a similar but even more dramatic effect on their visitors. Not only did they begin a sinuous dance, but they grew as it went on. Up and out, ripping apart their clothing, all except for their pants. Those managed to stretch to accommodate their new body size, but man-oh-man did they cling to their hips. Now, she found herself staring at two naked chests bulging with muscles and leather-clad pelvises bulging with something else entirely. Their hats slipped off, revealing thick manes of curling hair. Stu, it turned out, was a redhead, and Lou had hair the color of sable. Very nice. Very nice, indeed.
“More like what you had in mind?” Jay asked.
“I’ll never doubt you again.”
“C’mon over here, Avenger of the Non-Orgasmic,” Lou said. “Let us work some Christmas magic on you.”
Well, hell, why not? They were her present, after all. Jay made no move to join them but stayed by the stereo, smiling as if he’d done something clever, which of course, he had. In time with the music, Felicity strolled to where the two elves waited for her. Now appearing like male strippers more than anything else, they surrounded her in a three-way upright imitation of a group fuck. Her pelvis ground against Stu’s hard-on as they danced, while her butt bumped up against Lou’s behind her. They had their timing down perfectly so that they swayed as one body, fast and nasty.
She ran her arms around Stu’s neck and tipped her face upward, begging for a kiss. He gave it to her, and how, his lips taking hers as if she were the last drink of water for a man dying of thirst. When that wasn’t enough, she opened her mouth to slip her tongue into his, and the two of them tangled. Not to be neglected, Lou nibbled at her earlobe until she gave Stu a rest for a moment and turned her head to kiss Lou for a while. By now, they’d become such a tangle of limbs it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began, but the constant move, move, move against her breasts had created a pleasant tingle, both there and below.
Lou made that even better by slipping a hand between her and Stu and shimmying it down to the space between her legs. Through the flimsy fabric of her gown, he had no trouble finding her clit, and he stroked it with the same rhythm that poured from the stereo. This had better be a really long track, because she wasn’t going to let this fun stop any time soon. The pressure against her sensitive spot soon had her eyelids drooping as a blanket of arousal settled over her.
Then Stu made things even better by pushing the straps of her gown downward to expose her breasts. They held her arms prisoner, more or less, but she didn’t need to defend herself and wouldn’t have objected, anyway, as Stu bent to take one nipple in his mouth while he massaged the other breast with his fingers.
Hot damn, it was good. Fingers pushing against her clit until she’d released enough moisture to soak through her gown and a mouth tugging at one nipple while a hand worked the other. Meltingly good. Good enough to make her fall into a heap of needy flesh if they weren’t holding her up. I’m-going-to-come-standing-right-here good.
When she swayed, Stu straightened and caught her. Odd that she’d thought him tiny and cute, even if he had been tiny and cute at the time she‘d thought it. The muscles on his arms felt like steel as he took her to the bed. Before he laid her on it, he lifted her gown by the hem and tugged it over her head.
She did collapse then, falling backward onto the comforter. She lay there and watched as the elves completed their strip teases. Working in unison, they pulled down their zippers, and two of the most gorgeous cocks she’d ever seen fairly sprang out. She slid her fingers between the lips of her sex and played with herself while she imagined sucking on one of those tools while the other stuffed itself up into her pussy.
“Does she look ready to you, Stu?” Lou asked as both men shed their pants.
“More than ready, Lou,” Stu answered.
“You want the clit or the doggie-style?” Lou asked.
“Whichever you prefer is fine with me,” Stu answered.
“No, really, I insist. You choose,” Lou said.
“Either is perfectly fine with me,” Stu said.
“Uh, guys…” Felicity said. “You’re not doing me any good standing over there.”
Lou glanced at his friend and let out an evil laugh. “Get her.”
In the next moment, they were on her like ketchup on fries. Their hands went everywhere. Fingers went into her pussy hairs and then plunged into her sex. Other hands worked her breasts, tugging gently at the nipples again. She didn’t miss out on any of the action, but in a moment had a cock in each hand and stroked in a steady rhythm. Soon, all of them were breathing hard and punctuating that with moans. Elf sex. Who could have though it would be so fine?
“Let’s get her into position,” Stu said, or maybe Lou. At this point, who cared?
One of the men rolled her onto her stomach and then pulled her hips upward for rear penetration. The other one slid himself under her and circled his arms around her butt. In that position, he could lift his face up and into her muff, and she found herself staring down at an erect cock, already ruddy in color with arousal. Mmmm.
She licked the tip just as his tongue snuck out to graze her clit. Maybe elves were related to cats, because the contact created a pleasant rasp. She shivered as a current of energy went through her, zinging to all her nerve endings. When that had sent her up to somewhere near the ceiling, the swollen end of the other elf’s cock pressed for entrance into her pussy. He eased himself in and set a steady tempo of thrust and glide.
These two had, indeed, come to screw and they knew what they were doing. While she swallowed inches of the guy beneath her, he kept lapping at her, hitting at the right spot with enough pressure to make her close to jumping out of her skin. And all the while that went on, the guy behind her was fucking her silly. It added up to more than she could bear, and eventually she had to give up on delivering the blow job in preparation for an orgasm of galactic proportions. She still managed to clutch his cock as her inner vision went red and then white hot.
Holy, fucking shit. Oh, man, now. The orgasm burst over her with the force of a supernova. Her sex went wild, gripping at the cock inside her. After long moments of divine mayhem, her two lovers came with her. Stereo shouts as one emptied himself inside her and the other spewed all over her hand.
Somehow, she managed to slump onto the bed, and somehow, the elves moved away and Jason climbed onto the bed beside her and wrapped his arms around her. He pressed his lips to her ear. “Enjoy your present?”
Her voice failed her, so she groaned in answer.
“Rest for a minute, and then, you can open your stocking,” he said.
Riiiiight. More treats to come. Jay was going to kill her, really he would. What a way to go.
The sound of giggles came from the other side of the grotto. The high-pitched voices Stu and Lou had used before they’d shifted into their larger size.
“Merry Christmas to yooooo,” they toodled. “And to you a good night.”
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