"I gotta get ready for cheerleading practice," said Emma as she stood up from the picnic table bench. "See ya later!"
"Damn, she's got a hot ass!" grinned Bella, the tip of her soda straw pressed against her lower lip.
"Maybe all three of us can have a sleep over some weekend," suggested Tara with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.
"That would be so cool!" exclaimed Bella, her eyes wide with enthusiasm.
"Are you going to ask your dad tonight?" asked Tara before she took a sip of soda.
"Yeah, but I know what he'll say," nodded Bella. "He's in. I think he really likes you."
Tara blushed deeply, sucking harder on her straw.
"What about your dad?" countered Bella, lowering her face, "do you think he'll want to be with me?"
"You bet! He won't be able to get enough of you!" smiled Tara, reaching out to squeeze her friend's hand reassuringly.
"Lunch is almost over. We better start heading to class," advised Bella, rising from the table before retrieving her books.
"I'll call you tonight!" promised Tara, holding her own books against her chest.
"Let me get this straight," said Tara's father, "you want to spend Friday night at Bella's house while she spends the night here?"
"Uh, huh!" nodded Tara energetically.
"I take it Mr. Santiago won't be helping you with your homework?" frowned Martin sharply.
"Dad!" groaned Tara. "You'll have fun too! Bella's really excited about sleeping here with you!"
"She's very pretty, sweetheart," murmured Martin, brushing Tara's soft brown hair with his right hand while she lay in his lap, "but you're the one I love. You're my daughter, my little angel."
"I know," sighed Tara, taking her father's hand and kissing one fingertip gently. "But I want to do this, it'll be great!"
"Alright," smiled Martin, kissing Tara's forehead. "You can go."
"Thank you! I'll go tell Bella right now!" bubbled Tara, hopping off the couch and running upstairs to her bedroom.
The doorbell rang at 5:30 p.m. Martin wiped his hands on the dishrag he was using, setting it don the counter before making his way to the front door. He opened the door to find Bella standing on the porch, eyes brazenly staring up into his, her mouth working on a fat piece of chewing gum.
"Hey," greeted Bella with an indolent grin.
"Come in," offered Martin, holding the door for the slim Hispanic girl. "Did you have dinner already?"
"Yeah," replied Bella, setting her overnight bag on the floor, her eyes taking in the living room and the stairs that led to the second floor. "You got anything to drink?"
"Yes, I have soda and some fruit juice."
"I was thinking we could have something stronger tonight. It is Friday after all, I don't have school tomorrow," grinned Bella before she blew a large bubble and popped it with her tongue.
Martin eyed the girl warily, arching one eyebrow. Bella waited, chewing her gum loudly.
"I think I can get you what you want," smiled Martin wolfishly, walking towards the kitchen.
"Hi, Tara," smiled Tony warmly, helping the young girl with her bag.
"Hi, Mr. Santiago," grinned Tara, following the obese man into the house.
"Please, call me Tony," chuckled Bella's father, setting Tara's bag at the end of one leather couch. "Do you want something to drink, or something to snack on?"
"Can you make some of your super-dooper nachos?" asked Tara hopefully.
"How hot do you want them?" inquired Tony from the open kitchen counter with a leer.
"Really hot," smiled Tara, licking her lips wantonly.
Martin lay in a stupor on the living room couch, the room stifling hot after Bella had asked him to turn off the air conditioning. It was the height of summer, nearly as hot at night as it was in the day. Sweat drenched Martin's white shirt and blue shorts, salty liquid poured from his body to puddle on the couch's surface beneath him. He took a long swallow from the bottle of beer in his right hand his attention focused on Bella as she pranced around the room like a sprite. The young girl had stripped down to her red lace bra and panties. She had turned the television's volume to max, MTV roaring through the room while she swayed and gyrated to the heavy metal tunes. Bella upended the bottle of wine that Martin had given her, her throat gulping as she poured wine into her small, luscious mouth. Martin's cock was aching as he watched the beautiful waif dance, the sway of her tight ass, the curve of her brown, growing breasts. Bella smiled, watching her friend's father out of the corner of her eye. She faced Martin, covering the mouth of the wine bottle with her lips, sucking on it like she would an erect penis.
"You're beautiful, Bella."
"You want me?"
"Yes!"
"Then take me."
Tara and Tony sat side by side on the couch, watching a video of a young, naked girl being whipped by a fat, masked man.
"That looks like it hurts," observed Tara, her gaze hypnotized by the S&M scenes flashing before her.
"Only at first," replied Tony, slowly taking Tara's small right hand, then placing it over his crotch. Tara smiled slightly, glancing briefly at Tony, allowing him to slide her hand through his zipper and onto his warm cock. "You start to enjoy it after a little while, it's very exciting."
"She looks like she's crying," retorted Tara, tony's right hand over hers inside his pants, guiding her fingers up and down his pole.
"She's just acting, explained Tony with a husky sigh, his prick stiffening from Tara's gentle touch. "Honey?"
"Huh?" asked Tara, turning to face Tony.
"Can you suck my cock, please?"
"Okay," grinned Tara, bending over the large man's lap, pulling his dong out of his pants before placing her young lips on the engorged head and sucking gently. Tony groaned in ecstasy, his left hand digging into Tara's brown hair while she slid more of his cock into her mouth, her tongue caressing just below the throbbing tip.
Bella rested on hands and knees on top of the sweat-soaked couch, her naked body gleaming as Martin pounded into her ass in time with "Rock You Like A Hurricane". The young girl moaned loudly, her small tits jiggling as Martin shoved his meat into her tight pussy, her juices dripping over the length of his member. Martin squeezed Bella's small, flat belly with both arms, humping her buttocks, slapping his thighs against hers.
"Fuck my ass!" groaned Bella, sweat slipping from her smooth cheeks.
Martin filled his left hand with cooking grease from a can on the floor, covering Bella's tiny anus with it, then rubbing it over her ass and into her rectum with one finger. Bella moaned softly, turning her head to watch Martin fondle her taut little butt. He grinned at her, placing the tip of his cock against her asshole, then slowly pushing it inside, forcing her hole open wide to accept the veined probe. Bella moaned louder, closing her eyes, her arms shaking as Martin started thrusting into her rectum, stabbing again and again into her. The naked girl slipped from her hands to her elbows, her ass thrusting into the air, forcing Martin's prick even deeper into her butt-hole. Martin grasped Bella's grease-slicked buttocks with his palms, massaging the tan, creamy flesh, so warm to the touch.
"I've never done anything like this before!" grinned Tara excitedly as Tony placed both of her wrists over the base of her spine before snapping his handcuffs over them.
"We'll start off easy," said Tony, positioning Tara at the foot of the bed so she would face the video camera positioned near the far wall. "Open your mouth."
Tara obeyed, opening her mouth wide so Tony could place the red ball gag inside. He fastened the leather belt around her head, making sure it was secure, yet not too tight. Tony looked at Tara's face from the left, and she winked at him. The naked fat man sat right behind Tara, his flabby, hairy legs on either side of her.
"Spread your legs for the camera, honey."
Tara complied, slowly opening her slim milky white thighs. Tony placed his left palm over Tara's smooth, bare belly, his right hand sliding over her right thigh towards her crotch. He caressed her pussy, the tender slit hairless and puffy. Tara moaned into her ball gag, her cunt became wet almost instantly. Tony smiled, rubbing harder, his thick index finger stroking the naked girl's little clit. Tara leaned back against Tony, the perfume of her hair filling his nostrils, arousing him while he fondled her warm cunnie. Tara groaned softly, her eyes half-shut, her young nipples erect. Tony licked the girl's right shoulder, her skin tasting so sweet, like the flesh of a ripe fruit. The fat man poked his index finger into Tara's slit, slowly, gently probing into her moist vagina. Tara moaned, her hips starting to buck against his hand, rivulets of glistening honey flowing out of her shivering pussy. Tony buried his face in Tara's silky mane, crushing her against his fat body, absorbing her warmth, her sweat, as he probed deeper into her cunt, two fingers inside now, thrusting and shoving, sticky with her warm nectar. Tara arched her back, her stomach clenched, her ribs showing as an orgasmic frenzy took control of her. She screamed into her rubber gag, cum squirting out of her pussy, little streams of cunt juice that arched into the air towards the waiting camera.
An Elf Maiden's Christmas by PJ
The spirit of Naar floated helplessly in the darkness of space, his soul a cloud of ethereal, black smoke. He watched angrily as the universe was consumed by the Light of Ishir and Kai, their benevolent gazes bringing new life to the worlds he had purified with fire and death. At the Dark God's side floated Gwena, an Elf girl who had succumbed to Naar's evil power.
*This Light, this goodness sickens me,* snarled Naar mentally to his disembodied slave.
*Is there any way we can halt its advance?* asked Gwena meekly.
*Yes, we must purge it one world at a time, weakening the Light gods' power until we can emerge once more to claim what is mine,* replied Naar.
*Where shall we start, dread lord?* inquired Gwena eagerly.
*There, that little speck. I sense a great force of goodness and peace at the planet's northern pole. You will go there, possess a vessel, and destroy the Light anyway you can,* commanded Naar.
*I obey, master* acknowledged Gwena, her gaseous form narrowing to a thin stream before it shot down to a blue-green planet named Earth.
Tifa straightened her slim shoulders back, then adjusted her green skirt and tunic one more time before leaving her new quarters to assemble with the rest of the new toy assemblers. The young elf girl merged with the long line of elfin females quietly rushing to the gathering chamber ahead. Tifa brushed a stray lock of red hair out of her lovely face, then moved into place in the third row of the assembly. The group of elf girls stood silently at attention, their green clothing spotless and orderly. A tall elf woman entered the chamber, then walked proudly to the podium placed on a raised dais in front of the assembled girls. The woman was dressed in a neat black business jacket, white blouse, and knee-length skirt. Silky black hose covered her long legs, while her feet were encased in polished black stiletto heels. The elf woman slid her right hand over her slicked-back raven hair that ended in a tightly coiled ponytail.
"Good morning, ladies. My name is Eva. I will be your supervisor as you begin your first day on the assembly line. Our leader, Mr. Claus, has placed a great deal of faith in every one of you. I expect you to live up to Mr. Claus' expectations and perform your duties efficiently and quickly. Christmas is almost upon us, we have to meet our production deadlines. Now go to your individual team leaders and make the best toys you can," said the elf woman crisply.
The gathered elf girls broke from their orderly lines to proceed to their work assignments. Tifa left the chamber, traveled down several long hallways, then descended one level to the electronics assembly area. The petite elf girl approached her team leader, a stern old elf woman named Sharon.
"Who are you?" snapped Sharon when she saw Tifa approaching.
"My name is Tifa. I'm a grade six assembler," replied the fiery-maned girl quickly.
"Grade six? A beginner, huh? Go over to section thirteen to screw on case lids," ordered Sharon with an abrupt raising of her right arm.
Tifa nodded her acceptance, then hastily went to the indicated post. She picked up a motorized screwdriver from the small worktable in front of her, then fastened screws into the case holes of the VCR that rolled in front of her and stopped. Tifa barely got all the screws in place before the VCR rolled away to her left to be replaced by another unsealed unit. The beautiful young elf girl screwed the second case into place, slowly learning a style that allowed her to move smoothly from one unit to the next. Dozens, then hundreds of VCRs passed beneath Tifa, the repetitive procedure making her mind fuzzy and unfocused as she screwed the same holes again and again with her motorized screwdriver.
Gwena hovered invisibly over the assembly area, her gaseous form so spread out that she was transparent. She searched the laboring elf workers until she found one particularly bored and drowsy elf girl. The female's mind was open and unshielded as Gwena poured down and engulfed the slim young girl. Tifa coughed briefly, then became dizzy, her thin body swooning next to the rolling assembly line. She missed one VCR, then two, the line finally stopping when she failed to screw four cases. A nearby co-worker squeezed Tifa's right arm in concern until team leader Sharon marched forward to see what was amiss.
"What's going on? You failed to complete your work," admonished Sharon crossly.
"I'm sorry, I'm feeling faint," replied Tifa as she held her left hand to her pale brow.
Sharon yanked Tifa's hand away from her forehead, then touched it herself with her own wrinkled palm.
"You do feel a little flushed. Go back to your quarters and rest for the remainder of the work cycle. I'll check in on you later to see if you can work a late shift," said Sharon with a frown.
"Yes, ma'am," agreed Tifa before she stumbled out of the crowded assembly room. The young elf girl slowly went back to her small room, then carefully locked the only door.
"A body, at last!" purred Gwena as she slid her small hands down Tifa's flat belly to her graceful hips. The possessed elf girl quickly took off her tunic and skirt, leaving only her white cotton panties, ankle socks, and green shoes. Gwena looked at her new face from the mirror framed over Tifa's underwear cabinet, adjusting the green pointed cap rakishly over her short straight red hair. She squeezed her young, just budding breasts together, then pouted her delicate, unpainted lips.
"I'm hot!" smiled Gwena happily, her hands roving down to caress her own tight, small buttocks. The partially naked elf girl leaned back against the wall, watching herself in the mirror as she fondled her own tits, pinching the little pink nipples until they hardened. Gwena licked her sensuous lips, then placed her hands over her crotch, slowly rubbing her pussy until a small stain appeared on the fabric of her panties. Gwena moaned softly, pulling the front of her panties aside with her left hand as her right slid up and down her moist cunt, teasing it into arousal. She gazed at herself in the mirror, her eyes narrowed and smoldering with lust while she fingered her own pussy, made it hot with desire. The elf girl inserted a finger into her quivering vagina, pushing the digit deep into her melting love tunnel. Gwena gasped with remembered ecstasy, every sensation from Tifa's body awakening a memory of a prior sexual experience. Gwena's finger moved faster inside her slit, the member thrust in and out, honey dripping from the pumping digit. The elf girl shoved a second finger inside her twat with the first, both probes moving together, rhythmically fucking her clenching hole. Gwena's hips gyrated erotically, her small, round ass smacking the cement wall of the bedroom as she groaned with each shove of her long fingers. Gwena's legs became weak, she shuddered as an orgasm built inside her stomach, expanding out to pour from her trembling cunt.
Sharon the team leader crashed through the door just as Tifa climaxed, her closed lips shaking while a thick stream of pussy juice poured down her bare thighs.
"So this is what you're doing!" snarled Sharon, her grey eyes burning with fury.
Before Gwena could spin a lie, the old elf woman grabbed Tifa's left wrist and dragged the bare-breasted girl to her small bed. Sharon sat down heavily, draped Tifa over her legs, then began spanking the elf girl sharply across the buttocks. Tifa squeaked with each skin searing slap, but Gwena reveled in the pain, the old woman's punishing touch sent shivers of delight over the elf girl's ass and up her spine. Fresh juices slid out of Tifa's pussy to fall against Sharon's upper legs.
"Wicked, lustful child!" exclaimed Sharon, her eyes shocked and dismayed at the sight of Tifa's continued arousal. The old elf woman redoubled her spanking, her palm lashing out to smack Tifa's lovely ass until it glowed cherry-red with abuse. Tifa writhed under Sharon's ministrations, her cries barely disguising Gwena's erotic bliss. Sharon ripped off Tifa's drenched white panties, then renewed her correctional onslaught. The spanking dragged on for ten, then twenty minutes, Tifa's ass becoming purple with bruises while an increasing torrent of vaginal fluid spurted out onto Sharon's lap.
"Disgusting little whore!" spat Sharon before she yanked painfully back on Tifa's short red hair.
"Mistress, please!" begged Tifa, tears glimmering in her wide green eyes to contrast the wanton smile adorning her full lips.
"Master Claus will sort you out, evil child!" threatened Sharon before she pushed Tifa off of her cum-stained skirt, then bent down slowly to retrieve the young girl's discarded skirt and tunic.
"Cover yourself up before you go to see our master," ordered Sharon, disgust blatant in her sharp gaze while she guarded Tifa's preparations. Gwena gloated at her victory, now she would encounter the source of the Light and destroy it for her Dark Lord.
"Master Claus?" inquired Sharon respectfully from the open doorway. "May I trouble you for a moment?"
"Come in, team leader Sharon. I just need to finish one more database update," replied Santa Claus from his desk, his elderly face bathed in the light of a computer monitor. Sharon pushed Tifa forward, then followed the girl closely from behind.
"Margaret Weis, nice. Christian Slater, naughty. Nikki Dial, very naughty, but I'll give her a present anyway," chuckled Santa while he tapped computer keys swiftly.
"This low grade worker has been engaging in activities unbecoming of an elf in your service," reported Sharon indignantly. "I respectfully request that she be discharged and sent back to our homeland for re-education."
"This must be serious," frowned Santa just before he saved his work and swivelled his large, cushioned chair around to face the two elfin females.
"May I present my case to you in private, master?" requested Tifa hesitantly. "There are extenuating circumstances surrounding my recent behavior."
"Very well. Mistress Sharon, you will return to your work area until I summon for you," commanded Claus with a nod.
"As you wish," replied Sharon with a low bow before she retreated from the room.
"Sit, child. Tell me your side of the story," invited Claus with a beckoning gesture to one of the chairs facing his polished oak desk.
Tifa sat carefully within the chair to Santa's right, then crossed her slim legs delicately.
"Master, ever since I arrived here, I've begun feeling things, things I've never experienced before," said Tifa in a soft, confused voice.
"What kinds of things?" probed Santa, his fingers steepled together over his immense belly.
"When I first saw you, when you addressed the newly arrived workers, I felt something I'd never felt before, a warm, fluttering heat in my stomach," replied Tifa with a bright red blush.
Santa coughed in embarrassment, his own white skin flushed under his large beard and thick white eyebrows.
"As I saw you again and again, heard your voice addressing us all, the feelings grew, until I felt a nice warmth between my legs," admitted the young girl, her gaze focused on the rug under her small feet.
"When Mistress Sharon found me in my room, I was touching my special place, thinking about you, how I wanted you to touch me there," whispered Tifa, her lips trembling with guilt.
Santa coughed again, perspiration gathering on his forehead.
"Uh, my dear, these feelings are normal in a young girl like yourself. You are young for an elf, you still have much to learn and experience about life. If you promise not to let these feelings of yours interfere with your work, I think that I can let this incident pass. I need all the able bodies I can find to get the toys ready for Christmas, I need you to focus on your job," said Santa, his eyes fixed on Tifa's.
"I will if you do something for me, master," purred Gwena within Tifa's luscious body. "Make love to me, just once."
"What?! Impossible! I'm married!" choked Santa.
"Just once, master," smiled Tifa seductively as she pulled off her tunic, then slipped off her green skirt. Santa's eyes bulged with the sight of Tifa's small, tempting breasts and flat stomach. Gwena took off her panties, then threw them onto Santa's gaping face. The underwear fell onto Santa's nose just before Gwena crawled onto the desk and sat down on her tight ass, spreading out her legs to bare her red-bushed pussy at the sweating fat man.
"Lick my cunt, master. Stick your wet tongue into my hot fuck hole," begged Gwena huskily, her tits pert and firm.
"N..no, put your clothes back on," groaned Santa, the scent of Tifa's panties still lingering within his nostrils.
"Please, fuck me," pleaded Gwena, her thin arms wrapping around Santa's bulging neck while her long legs pressed against Claus' ribs.
Santa inhaled the rich musk coming from Tifa's open pussy, the folds of cunt flesh slick with her sweet juices. Her cunt begged to be sucked, to be devoured by a hungry mouth. The naked elf girl pressed her young tits against Santa's face, the flesh soft and warm with the heat of her sensual body. Despite his conscious decision to reject the horny elf girl, Santa ran his tongue up the cleft between Tifa's breasts, his teeth nibbled on her little pink nipples until she panted with lust.
"Yes, suck my titties," encouraged Gwena as she searched the desk with her eyes, seeking anything that could be used as a weapon.
Santa sucked wetly on Tifa's small breasts, his lips latched onto her silky flesh and suckled the little mounds until they dripped with saliva. Gwena moaned deeply, urging the fat man on as her green eyes focused on a shining, silver letter opener. Smiling cruelly to herself, Gwena began reaching out with her left hand while Santa licked down her bare stomach to her musky crotch.
"I haven't tasted a young pussy in decades," growled Claus before he pushed his hairy face into Tifa's pussy, his tongue sliding obscenely within her moist vagina.
Gwena groaned with feigned pleasure, wriggling her cunt against Santa's mouth while her hand inched closer to the sharp opener lying on the desktop.
Santa pushed Tifa back onto the desk, prying her thighs apart so he could lick her inner flesh, then suck lewdly on her dripping slit. Gwena cursed as she lay on her back, her fingers desperately grasping for the unseen weapon. The old man slid his tongue up and down Tifa's cunt, circling her clit until it grew hard and glistening. Gwena gasped despite herself, waves of lost ecstasy washing over her mind. Tifa's pussy trembled under Santa's oral attentions, honey flowed freely from her young womb, quickly lapped up by the sex-crazed fat man. Gwena pinched her right nipple with her right hand while her left hand finally found the letter opener. An orgasm built within Tifa's naked, quivering body just as she raised the opener over her head and prepared to plunge it into Santa's skull.
"Santa! You're late for the inspection!" declared Mrs. Claus as she charged into the dimly-lit office. Her eyes widened in surprise at the sight of her elderly husband eating out a young elf girl's cunt upon the desktop. Santa's head shot up from Tifa's crotch, his lips and chin stained with her clinging pussy fluids.
"Mr. Claus, you march right out of here!" ordered Mrs. Claus sharply, acid dripping from her voice.
"Yes, ma'am," nodded Santa hastily before he grabbed his red snow hat and waddled out of the sex-reeking office.
"Ah, another young elf bitch who thinks she can move up in the organization by having sex with the boss," said Mrs. Claus with a mournful shake of her gray-haired head. "When will you little sluts learn?"
"It's not what you think," retorted Gwena hastily while she prepared to throw the letter opener at the old crone's head.
"I suppose I'll just have to make another example," shrugged Mrs. Claus as she withdrew a silenced pistol from her apron and aimed it at Tifa's bare chest.
"Oh, shit," murmured Gwena just before a bullet smashed into her lovely chest, ripping an ugly hole into her heart before it exited out her back.
*You failed me, again,* said Naar softly, his glowing red eyes locked on Gwena's free-floating essence.
*Forgive me, lord! Let me try again!* begged Gwena pathetically.
*No,* replied Naar before he invoked a spirit wrack, ripping Gwena's essence into minuscule little shards of vapor. The elf girl spirit's screams of agony soothed Naar's troubled mind as he slowly floated away from Earth, back to the empty void of outer space.
*We failed to destroy the Light here, but there will be other opportunities, other worlds to purify,* mumbled the dread god as he dragged Gwena's splintering spirit after him, sending bolts of purple lightning into her consciousness, making her beg for release.
The End.