Once A Year

Like Christmas Elfine only comes once a year

A little bit of sexy Christmas humour.

Robin closes his front door behind him, drops his laptop case in the hallway and opens the door to his living room. Only four more working days to go to a week of doing… nothing.

“Whoa, stop, who are you? I mean, it’s very nice to find a naked girl on my sofa but…”

“Santa sent me and I’m not a girl. I’m Elfine. Which you might have noticed means I’m a female elf. She wriggles her round behind lifting it up off the seat. We’re not all dressed in green with stupid smiles you know? Well, the elves are, the boys anyway, which is why I’m here.”

“Santa sent you? No, this has got to be a joke. It was Trevor, wasn’t it? He put you up to this?”

“No idea who Trevor is, but if you’d rather I went and fucked him then…” Elfine rolls onto her back revealing two very firm and very pointy breasts along with the rest of her naked body.

“Hang on, did you say fuck? I mean, let’s not be hasty.”

“Hasty is exactly what I want to be.” She pushes him back onto his favourite chair, knocking his gaming consoles to one side and sitting astride him.

“Ooo, nice,” she whispers as she expertly unzips his flies and frees his rapidly hardening cock. “You would not believe how long I have been waiting for this.”

He can feel the head of his erection sliding her lips apart and then something silky smooth and warm envelops his cock as she slides down onto him. Robin bites his lip, trying to hold himself back, but she is jerking up and down as if she is riding a horse at a gallop. He opens his eyes for a moment, still not believing this is happening and watches her fingers working frantically between her legs.

Her behind is slamming against his thighs and he can feel her pussy gripping his cock in a series of pulses. The sensation is just too much to bear and his world goes dark as he explodes into her.

She slows, moving her hips in a circular motion. “Ah, that was nice she whispers, nipping at his ear with her lips.

Robin opens his eyes. “Why are there a pair of boots sticking out of my chimney?” Not the first thing he usually says after sex, but it strikes him as odd.

“Oh fuck, he’s found me.” Elfine leaps off Robin’s cock and disappears behind the sofa.

There is a loud thump and a cloud of soot blows into the room. Robin closes his eyes and coughs. When he opens them a large, fat and very angry looking man dressed as Father Christmas is standing in front of his fireplace.

“Where is she?” he booms.

“What, no ho, ho, ho and where’s who?” Robin says innocently.

“Do you know how fucking difficult it is getting down a chimney when it’s not Christmas Eve?” The man roars.

“I’m surprised you made it at all.” Robin looks at the portly figure.

“I’m fucking Santa Claus, at least I have some magic left. Now where is she?” He leans forward, his face close to Robin’s.

“Where’s who. I have no idea who you are talking about.”

“You are definitely going on the naughty list,” Santa hisses.

“I’m twenty-four, bit old for that aren’t I?”

“You’re never too old, and besides,” Santa glances down, “you’ve got Elfin pussy juices on the front of your trousers and your cock is hanging out.”

Robin wriggles as he tucks his dick away.

“Now, where is that horny little virgin?”

“I’m not a virgin,” a voice shouts from behind the sofa as Elfin pops up.

“Works every time,” Santa sighs. “She’s been doing this every year since she was eighteen.”

“Only once a year,” Robin looks at Elfine. “How old are you?”

“What’s the date? She asks.

“Seventeenth of December,”

“No, the year, silly.”

“Two thousand and twenty-five.”

“A bit over two thousand,” Elfine shrugs.

“OK, I can handle that. You’ve had sex with two thousand men.” Robin says.

“Don’t forget Grumpy, Dopey, and why do you think Happy’s so happy?” Santa grunts.

“Aren’t they in a different story?” Robin frowns at him.

“Oh yes, things get a bit confusing in our world.”

“Is that why I got a doll for Christmas when I was six?”

“Nothing to do with me, Santa shrugs. “Progressive parents I expect, or maybe your handwriting was appalling.” He looks at Elfine and holds out his hand. “Come on daughter, time to go home.”

“Daughter,” Robin splutters.

Father Christmas and the still naked Elfine move to the fireplace.

“Will I see you again? I mean, I’d like to. I haven’t got a girlfriend and you’re well…” his voice tails off.

“Elfine smiles. “Wish very hard, write a nice letter to Santa, post it up the chimney and who knows what might happen on Christmas Day.” They both dissolve into sparkling smoke and vanish.

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