: Tiger seems to have lost interest in posing me, but fortunately Babe has a smile for me every morning. I've been learning so much as all I can do all day is listen and observe. I was a bit frightened this morning when she picked me up and walked me to a new room with a smaller area with a white seat and a door that opened to an even tinier chamber. At first I was confused; glancing into a window I saw another Babe holding a small green-clad figure! Soon, however, I discovered my mistake. Babe talked both to me and to what she referred to as a "reflection" in the "mirror". I was placed with my back to the mirror which gave me a clear view of the door to the small room. And then, to my eternal shock and delight, Babe began to strip off her clothes! My tiny heart beat faster than a chorus of Jingle Bells belted out by toy-makers on a sugar high. There she stood in all her nude glory. Shoulders spotted with freckles, breasts the size of enormous pine cones topped by pink Hershey kisses, and smooth curves around her stomach and hips. She was a brunette, nestled between her legs was a small strip of hair. In a flash, she had opened the door, turned a silver handle just inside the cubicle, and as I watched in amazement as water poured down upon and over her. But just as quick, the door closed and the vision was gone. All around me fog began to gather, and when the water stopped and she returned, was wrapped in a towel both around her body and hair.
The next few days was a mixture of ecstasy and agony. Babe I saw so much that every curve of her body was seared into my memory. During those times when Tiger came in, he would often sit on the white seat. At those times I deeply regretted not being able to move.
December 16:
Today, back in the main room, I watched as the Christmas tree went up. Both Tiger and Babe started off in a great mood, smiling and singing carols. By the time they had finished, the holiday mood had darkened. Something sparked a spat between them and I heard a door slam. The next few days were sad, and I sat forgotten in a corner.
December 20:
This morning Tiger pulled me from my perch, wrapped my arms around the stem of a poinsettia and left me in the bedroom. When Babe saw me and the flowery display, her face flushed, then several expressions flitted across before she started crying. At first my little heart broke for her, but eventually I realized that they were not tears of sadness but rather of joy. Happily, she had again found the holiday spirit! To my utter amazement, however, she did something new soon after. From my perch I could see her clothes on the side of the bed. Soon there was a humming in the air, a vibration with a pitch that rose and fell as if the noisy object were being manipulated in some way. Then I heard a low moan. I couldn't see Babe nor heard such sounds before, and it took me a while to discover from whence it came. The moaning became more of a hungry pant which an occasional "fuck" thrown in. Although I tried in vain to turn my head, all I could do was listen. And listen I did. Finally I decided it could only be coming from Babe, and her panting and moaning grew in intensity. From between my legs I became harder than a yule log and my breathing matched hers. Oh what I would have given to touch myself or even move enough to see what was giving Babe such pleasure. The moaning and panting reached a crescendo ending with a long "F-fff-u-u-u-u-c-k!" and a sigh of deepest satisfaction. I swore I saw the bed move. I'm still not sure what happened, but Babe did change the sheets.
December 24:
It's here at last! The happiest night of the year! I am in a jolly mood and not just because of the impending visit from St. Nick. Over the past few days Babe has continued to work out with the vibrating stick. Once, even, she had situated herself to where I was able to watch as she touched herself, ran the throbbing machine over what I now know is called a clit and around a pinkish glistening ornament she referred to as either a cunt or pussy. Watching her pleasure herself that day I found myself, at least mentally, moving in rhythm with her body, imagining I was the one giving her that pleasure and...doing what else I don't know. When she climaxed this time I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me and something ejaculated from inside my green felt pants. I'm not sure what happened, but afterwards felt a sense of contentment that felt as good as snow on Christmas Eve.
That night I fully expected Babe and Tiger to snuggle in bed in preparation of impending sugarplums to dance in their heads, but what happened drove all thoughts of Santa from my mind. At first the two of them were kissing and exploring the other with their hands. At this point they were fully dressed; him in a sweater and jeans, she in a festive green skirt and white blouse with stockings that looked like candy canes. Occasionally he would go under the bottom of her blouse to touch and rub her breasts. Her hands travelled over his chest and bottom, but eventually both of their hands were rubbing up and down between their legs. His fingers worked in circles where I knew was hidden, underneath the stockings, her clit . She began to rub her hands up and down his jeans until a long bulge appeared. This kissing and rubbing continued for a while until Tiger unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans and pulled them down. Up popped a long member that I was sure resembled what I had in my own pants, though of course, as a giant his was much bigger. Putting his hand up to the back of her head he guided it to what he referred to as his "cock". While a smile, Babe's mouth opened and to my astonishment out flicked her tongue to run up and down the shaft and twirl around the head. They locked eyes briefly as her smile became rather mischievous and she began to take more and more of Tiger's massive cock into her mouth. A groan of absolute pleasure escaped from him as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back, the hand, now grabbing a fistful of hair, seemed to guide her deeper onto him. Using her tongue and mouth, Babe continued to suck while moving up and down along the shaft. She was able to get most of it into her mouth and throat, but it seemed just a bit too large too take it all. Soon his cock was glistening almost as much as Babe's beautiful pink pussy, and Tiger continued to growl his pleasure. My heart was beating faster and faster and my own elf cock was as hard as rock candy. Tiger reluctantly pushed her away, stood up and quickly undressed. Babe did so too, kicking off her skirt and blouse and shirt. When she tried to unroll her stockings, however, Tiger told her no, gently pushed back on the bed and I heard something rip. From my vantage point I could only surmise that he had ripped the area around her clit for now his head was buried deep between her legs. I could hear his licking and sucking but it was drowned out by the moans of pleasure now coming out of Babe's throat. She thrust her hips up and dug in his mouth deeper on to her, stocking-striped legs wrapped around his back. Oh if only I could move! I wanted to joint them more than I had wanted anything else in my life. All I could do was watch in fascination, however. Much like what had happened with the buzzing stick, it was not long before the panting become moans of pleasure and her whole body shook with a quick spasm. Babe sighed and Tiger's face came up, glistening and grinning.
There was no time to think, for now she spread her legs wide and-wonder of wonders-he began sliding his cock inside her. I watched as inch by inch he worked himself deeper and deeper into her. His body was working like a piston, sometimes fast and hard, sometimes slow, but always their bodies moved in a rhythm of pleasure. I thought this was the ultimate, but there was even more. Babe panted out words to the effect of "don't come yet, don't come yet." She moved her body, turned over and got on all fours. Tiger looked at her ass with a hungry intensity and, after sliding his cock around in a few unsuccessful attempts, thrust himself deep inside her. Grabbing her hips as she rocked back and forth he slammed her again and again from behind, both of them panting, breathing hard, and occasionally spitting out harsh words at one another that seemed to make the partner thrust even harder. Something was about to happen. I saw an intense look cross Tiger's face and I heard seem to almost beg in a husky voice.
