Christmas Magic

The fairy from the top of the tree comes to life and she wants more that the tree up her ass

This is the last of my humorous but very sexy story Christmas cards posted as a thank you to all my subscribers.

“Who the hell are you?”

There is a woman wearing nothing but frilly white knickers, a tiara and a cheeky smile standing in Mark’s living room.

“I’m the fairy from the top of the Christmas tree.”

Mark closes his eyes and shakes his head. When he opens them, she is still there. “Aren’t you a bit, well, old, to be a fairy?” He wishes he had not said that.

“Bloody cheek. How long do you think fairies live for?”

“I’ve no idea,”

“More to the point, how long have you been sticking a fir tree up my arse and taking a quick peek up my dress whilst you did it?”

“Um, since I was a kid.”

“And how old are you now?”

“Thirty-two.”

“Fine, so less of the old stuff. Now you are getting to see what is really under my dress and, hopefully, you’ll stick something else up my ass.”

“Hang on, you’re suggesting I have anal sex with the Christmas fairy?”

“Well, unless Santa brings you a blow-up doll, I don’t see that you’ve got a lot of options.”

“Look, just because Maddy has gone to stay with her parents for a while.”

“That was over a month ago. And besides, did she ever let you?” She wriggles her ass provocatively.

“I’ve sat on top of that tree and watched you with girlfriends and then Maddy. I’ve seen you try it on, and you married the wrong one by the way.”

“What do you mean, the wrong one?

“Remember Janice?”

He nods. “She wasn’t into anything like that.”

“That first Christmas party you had after your mum died and you moved back in here.”

“I remember it. Janice and I were still friends but I’d met Maddy.”

“After everyone had left and you’d gone upstairs with Maddy, Janice was down here with Rob from your cricket team.

“They were still chatting.”

Well, as soon as you retired to the pavilion, she was bent over with her covers off, getting her ass whacked, and then taking his middle stump up her dark passage.”

“Oh, wow, stop, too much information. How do you know that?”

“I told you.”

“Yes, I know, you’re the fairy from the top of the tree.” He glances up and sees a vacant space there. “Do you have a name?”

“Candy.” She moves close to him, her hand grasping the bulge in his trousers. “Does that feel real?” She brushes her lips against his.”

“Uh, huh,” he groans.

Candy slides down his body until she is kneeling in front of him. He can feel her fingers unzipping his trousers and unclipping his belt. He stands still, his whole body rigid, unable to move as if he has been flash frozen to the spot. Then he melts and hardens at the same time; something warm has wrapped itself around his erection. Candy’s mouth slides down his shaft, enveloping it in a cocoon of heat.

Her head moves slowly, her lips pressing around his flesh, drawing it up until it feels as if every pint of blood in his body is concentrated in that one organ. Just as his mind is starting to cloud and his hips jerk forward, she releases him.

Mark opens his eyes to see her standing by the end of the sofa holding what looks like a wand. He blinks; it seems to have become a glitter covered paddle.

“That was naughty of me, wasn’t it?” Candy smiles impishly at him. The sparkle from the paddle is reflected in her eyes. “ I think I deserve a spanking.” She holds out the paddle with its handle towards him.

Slowly, Mark reaches out and takes it from her. As soon as she lets go of it, she wriggles her knickers down, kicks them off, does a little dance to show off her smoothly shaven mons, and jiggles around to bend over the arm of the sofa.

Mark looks from his erection to the paddle and then across at the two smooth, round cheeks of Candy’s bottom. This is surreal; his mind cannot cope. He brings his hand holding the paddle back as if in slow motion and then sweeps it forward, suddenly gaining speed. The loud crack and Candy’s squeal seem to wake him from a dream.

Crack, crack, the room is filled with a blizzard of sound like an ice breaker pounding through a frozen ocean. Candy gasps and squeals, hitting a wider range of notes than an opera singer warming up.

Mark pauses, breathing heavily. Candy’s behind is glowing red and in places he can see the outline of the paddle on her cheeks. Her bottom is swaying gently as her fingers play between her legs. He drops the paddle onto her again, watching the flesh ripple away from it.

“Oh, fuck, yes” Candy arches her back and her fingers move faster. “Fuck me, fuck my ass,” she squeals, sounding like a porn star.

Mark rushes at her, the head of his cock sliding between the glowing cheeks of her ass and pressing against her puckered ring. She brings her hand around behind her, her fingers touch the head of his penis and he feels something warm and slippery squirting onto it. He glances down; there is no sign of a bottle; it is as if she is ejecting lube from the end of her fingers.

He pushes forward. Her ring opens, he senses her gripping the head of his cock, she thrusts back and her ass swallows his full length. His hips jerk, she slides back and forth along his shaft. He bites his lip, tries to hold on but the tightness of her is pulling him towards the edge. Her howls and wails are echoing in his ears, mixing with his own grunts as he feels himself surge into her.

The room quietens, he looks down, she is still there. His cock slides out of her and she slumps forward onto the sofa and rolls over to face him.

“Oh, god,” she giggles, “that was so much better than a tree.”

Mark flops down next to her. “I still don’t believe you’re real,” he grins, “even if you were sounding like a porn star at times.”

Candy thumps him. “I’ve watched so much of it over your shoulder it’s not surprising.”

Mark winces. “How did you do that trick with the lube?”

“You have to allow me some Christmas magic.”

“Talking of which, how long are you here for?”

Candy frowns. “The magic lasts for the twelve days of Christmas. When you take the tree down, I suppose I will have to go back in the box.”

“Hi Mark, still got your Christmas tree up. It’s April, don’t you think that ought to be boxed up by now? Where’s Candy?” Rob asks.

“She’s out shopping, she’ll be back soon.”

“Don’t know how you got her, you’re really punching above your weight there.”

“Let’s just say she looked down on me from afar and liked what she saw.”

Get these whilst you can. They will disappear on twelfth night