Christmas Inflatable Elf Novels & Stories

White Christmas trees that were chest-height and lit up brightly could be found on either side of the road every ten yards or so. They were like a beacon that followed them the entire drive. Even the security gate and stone fence were decorated: each gate had a wreath hanging on it and the walls seemed to have luminescent icicles hanging on them. “A little over-the-top?” James asked to no one in particular. “Yeah,” Eliza whispered. “Are you kidding me,” Matt burst out excitedly as the house came into view and they could see the Santa Clause display on the lawn, the elves, and all the colorful lights around the house itself. “It’s freakin’ awesome!”

Aria's POV Camelle and Gerald had left, I sat in my room glowing in the amazing purple sequence flowing dress I had chosen. It clung to every curve on my body. It was one puffed handed, off shouldered and had a slit at the back that went up to my thigh.

For all I know, said obese elf might be real after all. My mom, Liz Findley, is a Christmas junky. We always have two trees up in our house, one in the living room, and one in the game room upstairs. She’d put up more if my dad, Eli, would let her. But he says two is already one too many. Sitting around the house, listening to my mother’s Christmas music, smelling scents of gingerbread and other Christmas cookies baking in the kitchen, and watching the same plot with different actors over and over again on the Hallmark Channel Countdown to Christmas movies was wearing on me, and I was honestly wondering if things would be better once school started again in early January.

Sighing, I turn the lights back on and cover my small seven-year-old frame with the sheets, a habit I’ve formed for whenever I can’t sleep. I feel someone lying beside me in the blanket and I jump out of my bed landing on the ground. A small elf the size of a watermelon comes out of the sheets. “Don’t you want to know about your dad?” he says, a small green elf wearing this weird little pink outfit and I scurry backwards. “Now child, I’m not here to harm you,” he says, raising both hands, then jumps down, “I’m here to heal you.”

Vendors lined the avenue, selling enchanted lanterns that flickered like dancing stars, candied blue apples that sparkled with edible glitter, and hot cinnamon-spiced cider that steamed in gold-rimmed cups. Everywhere, people were singing. Laughing. Lovers walked hand-in-hand wearing magical cloaks that changed colors with their mood. Children chased after floating snowflakes that whispered solstice wishes to the one who caught them. “What the hell is going on?” I asked, blinking at a marching band of elves with silver violins floating behind them. Alaric leaned in, looking unfairly hot despite being travel-wrinkled. “Winter Solstice. The longest night of the year, the turning of the light.

We continued wandering through the holiday shop, while I clicked a few pictures of the lights and Christmas-themed items. As we walked, something red and fuzzy caught my eye, instantly grabbing my attention. I practically bounced in excitement. “We need to buy you a Santa costume!” I exclaimed, my voice full of enthusiasm. “Arabella would love seeing you in it!” The idea of Cole dressed as Santa sent a surge of excitement through me.

A mother quickly covered her child’s eyes, pulling him away from the yard while she threw a disgusted look in Ryder’s direction. "Mom, isn’t that a big Willy?" One of the guest's children asked, pointing with unfiltered curiosity at the giant balloon that was, unmistakably, a massive inflatable cock. The balloon swayed in the wind, its two attached “balls” were attached underneath. The dick was swinging back and forth like an anaconda. The head of the balloon was pink, and the shaft was disturbingly realistic, complete with wrinkles that mimicked an actual… well , you get the idea.

His little sister Carol was looking forward to seeing Santa Clause. Eddie went into the woods and cut a cedar tree for a Christmas Tree. Coral was excited Santa was coming soon. Eddie helped Coral decorate the tree. Paper was cut and Mama made glue out of flour and water. The paper was glued together to make interlocking rings. The strand of rings was placed around the Christmas Tree like garland. Eddie helped her cut paper and make snowflakes for the ornaments. It was a simple tree with no lights. In the eyes of Carol, it was the perfect Christmas Tree. Eddie went hunting on the Christmas Eve and killed a deer for Christmas Dinner. Carol cried because he teased her and said it was Rudolph t

"Cum on it again, slut, squirt all over Santa's lap!" She screamed, body seizing. "Dax! Oh shit, spanking me to the lights, cumming so haaaard!" Her pussy exploding in rhythmic squeezes, gushing hot and clear, drenching my groin and abs. It milked me dry; I roared, hips bucking wild as I unloaded deep, flooding her with a second thick load, cum squirting out around my base with her bounces until she finally slowed, collapsing back against my chest, both of us heaving. Panting, I wrapped arms around her, cock still buried, feeling it pulse in the afterglow. The tree lights twinkled on, Christmas Eve far from over. "Best ride ever, elf. But I think Santa's got one more gift, your tight little

Mindy giggled, wiggling her hips to make the bells jingle on the tips of her skirt. I laughed. “Almost as amazing as me.” My elf hat kept falling to the side, and I was trying to use hairspray against my curls to help keep it in place. We both were wearing the same elf outfits with green and white striped wool stockings and slippers with bells on the tips of the toes. We looked ridiculous, but the kids would love it, and besides forging those stupid prosthetic ears, I thought they’d find us to be believable elves from the North Pole. “This is great! I say we do this every year!” Mindy cheered, filling her bag that matched our outfits with candy canes. “I can’t believe you convinced Mr. Craft