When Santa's Away, Mrs. Claus Plays
 
  The most magical time of the year had arrived. Thankfully, much like the previous 387 times, it had proceeded smoothly and without delay.
 
The toys were assembled, wrapped up, and loaded onto the sleigh all exactly on schedule. The reindeers were fed, groomed, and more than eager to tackle the long trip ahead. And, of course, Santa was as rosy-cheeked and jolly as ever. Even against the raspy wail of the North Pole winds, his rich laugh echoed for miles around.
 
Mrs. Claus peeked through the kitchen window just in time to see her husband's silhouette cross the Moon. Shinier than a silver coin, it seemed the Old Man in the Moon was in a particularly good mood this Christmas. Smiling, the old woman watched until the magical sleigh disappeared into the cold winter night. It would probably be a couple of days before her beloved would return. Contrary to the stories, these days Santa always made sure to pay the Tooth Fairy a visit to deliver her an extra-special 'present' after he was finished with everyone else. Certainly, the four dozen or so children she had in just the past few decades were a testament to gift-giver's famed generosity. Honestly, Mrs. Claus would be more surprised now if the Tooth Fairy's belly wasn't swollen with another baby or two come Easter. The family's dental business could always use another hand, after all.
 
The plump woman hummed. Carefully, she pulled out the final rack of cookies from the oven she'd been working on that evening. Arranged into two perfect rows, the freshly made treats cooled in the open air. Mrs. Claus leaned down and soaked in the warm, sweet aroma that swirled off them. It didn't matter if this was the millionth batch she'd ever made. She still loved them just as much as she did with all those years ago.
 
Just like her husband.
 
Oh yes, she did still love him. Even if he slept with another woman every year. She could hardly fault him for that. Years ago, after one especially unsatisfying attempt at intercourse, the two realized that having sex with the same person for centuries was really boring. One discussion later, both had decided it'd be best if they were allowed to screw around with others. They even talked about it with others. How else would the Tooth Fairy know about it? Granted, the other magical beings were more prudish than the pair expected. Even the flirtatious Jack Frost demurred at her offer. But that was fine too. After all, Mrs. Claus didn't have to look far to find more than a few willing partners.
 
Still humming, Mrs. Claus' heart leapt when the floor behind thudded with tiny footsteps. Six of them, to be exact, followed shortly by a chorus of quiet moans. Her smile widened. She always knew she still looked good in her favorite ruffled apron. It only made sense she'd look even better if that was all she wore.
 
Setting the tray on the counter, Mrs. Claus turned on her bare heel. Staring down, she wiped her hands on the apron's rich red fabric before she placed them both on her wide, pinchable hips. Her ample flesh jiggled underneath. Quickly, she appreciated the group before her. "Well," she began, in a tone that was gentle and teasing, "it seems you boys are already dressed for tonight."
 
Below, the elves blushed. Without exception, they were all naked. Their fair, blemishless skin almost shone in the room's warm light, while their delicate hair looked like cotton floss. Released from the skin-tight pants they usually wore, their cocks stood out like poles from between their thin thighs. Firm and twitchy, the memory of the heavyset woman's bare ass made them stand even prouder.
 
Finally, one of the elves spoke up. "Sorry, Missus C., but we just thought we could surprise you this year. And anyway, we made sure to wait until the big guy left. Honest!" He said, in a voice that was high-pitched yet still reasonably masculine.
 
Mrs. Claus waved off his concern. "Oh, I wasn't worried about that!" she assured with a chuckle. Unlike her husband's deep ho-ho-hos, hers was more like the tinkling of silver bells. "It's not like we have any kids running around this place. Besides, I've been looking forward to this myself, if you couldn't tell~" Her eyes narrowed, and she padded forward. Surveying the group, her tongue poked out of her pursed lips and ran over them.
 
The elves shuddered. In unison, they turned so that their stare never left the woman. As she walked pass, they remained laser-focused on her jiggling cheeks. Short as Mrs. Claus was, it was still barely below eye-level to the tiny toy-makers, which only made them appear that much bigger. Like a compass' needle, their cocks pointed right in its direction.
 
Stopping at the kitchen's entrance, the woman glanced back. "Well, boys? Do you want your Christmas present or not?" She wiggled her hips, which was almost big enough to get wedged in the doorway. Slack-jawed, the elves nodded and skittered over. "Hmm," she smirked, "that's what I thought", and continued on.
 
Anxious, the elves quickly filed into the hallway and followed the GILF. A short walk later, and they had already entered her bedroom. Clustered together, they kept themselves near the entrance, allowing Mrs. Claus to step towards the bed.
 
Turning around, she struck a thoughtful pose. "Hmm, this bed is comfortable enough. But it needs a little more cushioning . . ." she said, a cherry-red fingernail to her chin.
 
Suddenly, an elf with a mop of curly brown hair rushed forward. In one motion, he sprang onto the king-sized mattress and scrambled towards the center. Face up, he settled in, and titled his head straight up. His pointy nose twitched towards the wooden ceiling.
 
"Ah!" Mrs. Claus beamed at his enthusiasm. "That will do."
 
"Hey, that's not fair!" An elf with blonde hair grumbled. "He got to be sat on first last year!" The others nodded in agreement.
 
Chuckling, Mrs. Claus slipped her apron and spectacles off and set them on the nightstand. "Now boys, you know how the song goes. Better not pout on Christmas Eve." As she talked, she lifted a leg over the bed and pulled herself up onto it. Kneeling, she shuffled forwards until her ass was directly over the eager elf's face. There, she wasted no time in planting herself onto it. Consumed by her crack, the elf's perverted grin never left him.
 
A gasp escaped the woman's lips. She chewed on her lower one. Quick to get to work, the elf had already shoved his stub of a tongue as deep into her asshole as it'd go. Like two spidery claws, his hands pressed both sides of her butt, while he frantically rubbed and smooshed his face against the pillowy canyon of flesh that surrounded him. His legs kicked the bed's covers. Already, the unrestrained movements sent a drop of pre-cum flying from his penis head. They also caused Mrs. Claus' chubby body to quiver. Free from any clothes, her breasts bounced up and down. Bigger than literal melons, they slapped together and off her abdomen so hard it could be heard across the room.
 
With a smile, she turned her head to look at her colossal rear. "Ooh, you've been a good, GOOD boy this year, haven't you?" She asked, ironically. A brief thumbs up was the only response the elf could give her.
 
Watching this, the other elves' irritation washed away. Sprinting over, they climbed the bed as fast as they could, and even helped each other. Reaching their chests, it was miraculous that the other one could jump so high. In any case, soon the five toy-makers had made it up, and took their positions just as hastily.
 
Two of them vaulted over their fellow elf's body and grabbed Mrs. Claus' tits. Clasped in both hands, they leaned over and wrapped their lips around the puffy areolas, and sucked. Another pair rushed past them and stood next to the chunky wife. Balanced on her shoulders, they raised themselves to their tippy-toes until their dicks grazed her sensitive ears. Then, in a mutual thrust, both plunged their pricks into her ear canals.
 
Mrs. Claus cried out. "Aaah! That's it, boys! Momma wants it ROUGH this Christmas!" Face screwed up, she let out a grunt. "Unf! C'mon, you guys. You can do better than that! Make me squeal! Make me whine! Make me -- MFPH!" She was cut off. The final elf made his move. Appreciating the situation for a bit, inspiration for where to screw hit him. Legs bent, he jumped up and pounced on the woman's head midsentence. Groin thrust out, he had shoved his cock into her mouth in a single motion, and with his thighs clamped down he made it clear he wasn't going anywhere.
 
Propping his torso over the curve of her head, the elf clutched onto locks of her silver-gray hair. His pearly-white teeth grinded together. With summoned strength, he started to thrust his hips back and forth. Inside, the tip of his crotch's 'candy cane' swabbed the dark, wet back of Mrs. Claus' throat. Brushing against her tongue, he imprinted his meaty taste across her taste buds, while the saliva that accumulated lubricated his shaft, and made it easier still to slide around.
 
Mrs. Claus' heart skipped a beat. 'North Star above, they're going to town on me!' she thought. Her lungs burned from the sudden lack of air. Her nipples and asshole ached already from the sloppy licks and sharp bites they recieved. And her ear-drums pounded from being rammed with two hot, fleshy tips. The stimulation crashed over her like a tsunami. It was almost too much.
 
Almost, that is.
 
In an instant, Mrs. Claus tightened her mouth and rectum. Consequently, the two elves that tried to conquer them grunted from the sudden pushback. In another, she had raised both hands up and slapped them against the bare asses of the elves that were ear-fucking her. She gave them a quick squeeze before she lowered her fingers down far enough so that they tickled the back of their hairless nutsacks. The pair squirmed and whined in response, though the woman could only recognize the first reaction. Finally, while this was a bit uncomfortable, she shifted her elbows so that they mashed her gigantic boobs. Flattened out a bit, the new strain caused them relieve themselves of the precious nectar within. Milk gushed out and flooded two of the elve's mouths. Drops of it dribbled over their lips while they choked, before they pulled themselves together and suckled properly. Much like their brethren's meaty taste, the sweetness of the milk overwhelmed their tongues.
 
As if in sync, the elves internally groaned under the onslaught of simulation, until they accepted the abuse and continued with the lovemaking. Sensing this, Mrs. Claus laughed to herself. 'Sorry boys, but we're not taking it slow this time. Christmas only comes once a year, so we're gonna make the most of this.' Under the elf's tummy, her eyes glinted in the shade.
 
'Better get strapped in. This'll be a long night . . .'
 
By the time the group was finished it was nearly dawn. Although the sun was still hidden behind the nearby mountain range, it smeared the horizon with a mix of oranges, pinks, and violets. Outside, the nocturnal critters of the forest were preparing to go to bed, while the daytime ones would soon awaken.
 
Inside, meanwhile, the elves had almost been sucked dry. Their cocks lay limp across their thighs, slathered in a mix of spit and seed and other fluids. The rest of their bodies were about as soft. Sprawled all over the cool-colored pattern of the bed covers, their sweat-covered chests gently grew and shrank. Despite this, a droopy grin was plastered underneath all of their pointy noses.
 
Scanning the content creatures, Mrs. Claus also smiled. "Well boys, I hope that was as good for you as it was for me." She stated, cheerfully. She sat near the bed's edge, having allowed her precious companions to bask in post-orgasmic bliss. Much like them, she was also coated in a layer of sweat, and every orifice was splattered with cum. Though she seemed more composed, on the inside she buzzed in the orgy's aftermath as much as they did.
 
"Are you kidding, Missus C.?" One of the elves piped up. Ragged as it was, a thick trace of satisfaction laced his voice. "That was the best bukkake we've ever had!"
 
"Yeah!" Another one declared. "I can't even feel my legs! You're incredible!"
 
The woman giggled. "Oh, you boys are always so nice to me. I feel like I'm in my 200's again when we do this!" She said, a blush dusting her plump cheeks. A happy hum rose from her mouth while she stared out the room's window. "Seems like it's pretty late. Or early, more like it. Either way, we should go to sleep soon. And I think you all now what that means now~" Her voice grew sultry, almost hungry.
 
Ears perked up, the elves' eyes lighted up. Getting up, they pushed and shoved one another to get to her first. "Oh boy, I've been waiting for this," one with matted curls of ginger hair admitted.
 
Mrs. Claus pulled her legs off the floor and back onto the bed. "I know you've been. Sometimes I want to gobble you all up from the start!" Cross-legged now, she raised a hand. "In fact, this time I want you all to get in at once! So, pick wherever you'd like to sleep and we'll get going from there."
 
An enthusiastic clamor rose from the group. Noisily, the elves discussed and debated with one another about where they'd like to go. Some insisted that they should have the spot to themselves, while their opponents pushed back. After only a minute, however, they had reached an agreement, and told their results. Three selected to be in her boobs, while two wished to be in her womb. As for the final one, he wanted to stay in her belly itself.
 
Mrs. Claus raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure? You don't mind the acid?"
 
The elf in question shook his head. It was the same one who ate her ass earlier. In fact, he'd spent most of the orgy near or around her other end. "No, Missus C., not at all. If anything, it really makes me hard!" He said, without any hesitation. With a nod, the woman accepted the response. "Alright then. Let me just get situated now . . ." She slid her legs and bottom down until she laid out flat on her back. Her chest flopped over, exposing the moist crevice that they so often covered. Raising both arms above her head, she rested her head against her palms. "Okay, boys! Have at it!"
 
The elves obeyed. Like children setting up a game, they got into their desired positions. Three split off so two stood over her right breast, and the other over her left one. Meanwhile, two others got on their knees and nuzzled against each other as they crawled between her thighs. Their hot breaths wafted over her clit, and caused her to moan. Finally, the last one went so far as to saddle her belly and lay down between her cleavage. Pushing himself up, he squirmed until his head was mere inches away from her open mouth. At last, they could begin.
 
Squatting down, the three at her boobs rubbed their thumbs against her nipples. Soon, a slit opened up, and they slid their tips into it. Meanwhile, the two at her pussy pressed their noses through at the same time, and, like a worm, the last one wriggled forward until his crown touched her lips. Here, Mrs. Claus' took the initiative. As before, she contracted her muscles so that the elves would be sucked in all at once. Soon, the trio's hands disappeared through the pink nub, and it quickly inched up their wrists. In the same time, three more heads had been sucked in their entirety into her mouth and pussy. Mrs. Claus' eyes rolled into the back of her head as she reveled being penetrated once more. 'Mmm, c'mon boys. Get in me already!' The command echoed in her brain. A need to be filled awoke in her soul. Sparing no time to savor her meals, she dragged them all into her gluttonous body.
 
Her body bulged where the new forms occupied it. Her skin stretched out and trembled from the movements within. The curious sensation only encouraged her to go faster. Excited, her prey panted with glee. Slowly, their cocks stiffened as they entered their fleshy beds. Even if masturbation was the only solution for them, they were happy enough to do it inside her.
 
Less than two minutes had passed, and it was already done.
 
The elves' toes wriggled as they slipped into their respective parts. A contraction later, and they were gone as well.
 
Taking a deep breath, Mrs. Claus shifted her gaze down. With breathless joy, she appreciated her accomplishment. Or as much as she could, given how her enormous tits now blocked her vision. Still, her belly was swollen enough for its button to peek between her nipples. There, it quivered under her lopsidedly-sized breasts, which also shook and trembled while the elves situated themselves inside it. Though the right one was, as expected, twice as large as the left one, Mrs. Claus didn't care about its asymmetry. She was far too focused on the pleasure that spread over her like a blanket. Her body bursted with life, and she felt it move under her own mass, it gave her a sense of completeness.
 
Carefully, she shifted to a more comfortable position. A grunt rumbled in her throat. Much as she enjoyed the feeling, the new weight certainly made it harder to move. Still, after a bit of tugging and sliding, she got to where she felt comfortable.
 
"There, nice and snug." She whispered once she settled down. Although none of the elves could hear it, they all shared the sentiment. Like her, they were also in a comfortable enough position. Even the one currently bathed in her tingly acids felt at peace. "It's been a fun night, but now's the time for rest. Sleep well, boys. You'll need the strength for round two tonight~" Head propped on a plush pillow, Mrs. Claus' sighed. Morning light filtered through the window glass, yet her eyelids still sagged down. A few minutes later, she slept, as did the elves. And there, as Christmas morning dawned, they finally rested.
 
................
 
Two days passed since then. It was morning again, and Mrs. Claus was again in the kitchen. There, through the window, she could see the sharp angles of the elves' workshop in the distance. Much bigger than her home, it was also where the toy-making crew usually lived. While its doors were closed now, she knew they were already hard at work inside, preparing the materials needed for when the next sleigh-ride came. It was a difficult job, but the elves took pride in their craftsmanship, and they were all dedicated to spending the year toiling at their toys.
 
Well, most of them anyway.
 
Mrs. Claus shuddered. A lump suddenly formed over her exposed stomach before it smoothed out again. Looking down, she rubbed her bloated belly. While not as humongous as before, it still seemed she was long overdue.
 
She cooed. "Oooh, what's wrong? Did my boy cum again already?" Muffled from her flesh, a familiar voice responded. "S-sure did, Missus C. It's like I can't get soft anymore!" The elf said from within her womb. Just as he said, it was the fourth time he came that day, yet his morning wood hadn't went away. Since he was already there, he couldn't leave until the problem had been solved, so he said. Naturally, Mrs. Claus agreed.
 
The woman patted her belly. Deliberately, she did so with the hand that had her marriage ring on it. "Mmm, we certainly can't have that. I suppose you’ll just have to stay there a little longer~" She said. With her encouragement, the elf proceeded to jerk off again. "Yes ma'am!" He cried out in between gulps of hot air.
 
A soft smile played over Mrs. Claus' lips. Of course, she knew that eventually the elf would have to get out. But it didn't have to be today. Or even the next one. Santa had, after all, just called to let her know he'd be gone for a little while longer. Apparently, the Tooth Fairy's older daughters wanted to get baby bumps too.
 
Mrs. Claus circled a finger around her middle. Yes, she thought, that was the one downside of being a Claus. Much as she tried before, it seemed that she could never get pregnant. Perhaps that was the magical trade-off. If it was, it was a cruel one, considering how much she loved little ones. Still, she could always pretend. And hey, at least she could have more 'adult' fun with this one.
 
Her eyes remained fixated on the window. Frost dusted its edges, yet inside she was nice and toasty. Even if she was wearing nothing but a bathrobe too small to cover her boobs and belly. She had worn little more the past couple days, since most of that time was spent with the others, fucking all day and night. It was so much fun, really. But New Year's Day was approaching, and so was the usual hustle of the North Pole. Mrs. Claus accepted this, and was prepared for it to arrive.
 
But it wasn't here. Not yet.
 
She tapped her belly, grinning. Her mind was filled with debauchery. There was always tonight, after all.