Chapter 1

Let me say right up front that Gunther was definitely not a young man.

I knew he had been around the Santa operation at the North Pole long before I arrived with my bright ideas for cost reduction. I was called in to promote increased toy production by the easily distracted Elves. Those little imps preferred being silly rather than busy little workers focused on their quotas like dedicated employees. As a small-sized human male, I was able to relate easily to the female Elves because they liked the much larger human genital packages a lot more than the tiny Elf cocks that seemed a little too small for a passionate Elf girl’s memorable tingles.

It was my honored good fortune to have a veritable stable of nubile Elf females all clamoring to be selected to surround my greedy cock with their wet and wonderful elfin secret gardens of orgasmic delight. The little darlings were juicy beyond belief and had a depth of devious depravity that certainly did not resemble their innocent demeanor in front of total strangers.

I was able to engage in covert nocturnal meetings with the sexy little imps without rousing the suspicions of Santa’s secret rule enforcement department.

Late one night, I was stealing my way back to my climate-controlled igloo, when I saw the unmistakable features of young Miss Candy Claus, Santa’s favorite offspring sneaking back into the main Claus Industries building like a thief in the night.

Then, I spied the huge bulky form of Gunther the Reindeer Handler leave the same isolated hut and make his way back to the reindeer stables with the smile on his face of a man that had just gotten some fantastic pussy on the sly.

Needless to say, this event aroused my curiosity to heated fever-pitch of sexual desire that I risked raising the ire of the jolly Saint Nick and followed his sensuous, prancing runway model of a daughter into the forbidden recesses of the main headquarters. I knew it would look like I was stalking her or worse, but I was filled with a gut instinct that little Miss Innocence was not so much of a goody two-shoes after all.

I had once seen the magnificent Gunther in his altogether at the North Pole steam baths and he had the caliber of masculine equipment that would easily tempt even a daughter of Santa to sacrifice her much-vaunted “cherry” for the sake of sexual investigation.

The narrow hallways of the sturdily designed headquarters were totally deserted at that time of night and I could hear the receding footsteps of the stunning Candy Claus stealthily making progress to the inner chambers. I was extremely nervous because it was common knowledge that Santa was most jealous of his treasures of his royal spouse and his gem of a daughter of deep moral character and a reputation of spotless good behavior. I suddenly became aware of the dangers of becoming an unwelcome messenger and imagined my risky attitude might cost me my pleasurable assignment with my little harem of Elf females.

The closing door at the end of the hallway had a beautiful gold star that proclaimed it to be the private bedroom of Candy Claus. There was no guard on duty because not a single living soul at the North Pole would have the guts to go against Santa’s express orders to never spy on either his wife or his daughter at any time under penalty of expulsion without snowshoes or any means of transportation to bring one back to civilization in proper shape to continue living. I had seen the little frozen bodies that dotted the snow-scape in a way that gave evidence to their ice-encrusted lungs unable to breathe the frozen air.

I want to interject at this point that I am normally a bit of a coward in such matters, but I had this urge to see the beautiful Candy Claus in her birthday suit to determine if Gunther was warranted in his greedy need to taste her fruit of innocent womanhood.

I heard a pair of chatty female Elves discussing the fact that Candy looked well-fucked after her late-night walk inside the compound. It was obvious that both of the cute little females had much experience with the look of being well-fucked and I became even more nervous after hearing their speculation about what the gloriously-hung Gunther had done to the supposedly innocent young daughter of the mighty and powerful Santa inside the safety of his own headquarters. I pictured the large wet spot on top of the bear-skin rugs in the private storeroom used for steamy copulation after the midnight hours.

I could easily imagine the pungent scent of her juices soaking into the thick fur making the small storeroom smell like a ladies beauty parlor or a house of ill repute. Not that I had much experience with brothels or places that catered to the kinky needs of desperation sex in a nocturnal setting.

As I drew nearer to a lighted area in the rear of the compartment, I heard the unmistakable sound of heated water being poured over dirtied skin by the giggling Elf girls.

I peeked around the corner of the doorway and saw the incredible pose of Candy Claus removing her long woolen socks already completely naked except for the socks as her sole remaining item of clothing to be discarded. Her beautiful back was turned in my direction and I was fortunate to have the full impact of her heart-shaped buttocks etched into my brain with the sizzling touch of a branding iron. Her cheeks were slightly gaped and I could view her delectable brown eye with unimpeded clarity. The tender thing kept blinking at me in a Morse code of desire and I was certain it had not been too long since it had been stretched to the maximum by the well-hung Gunther just to teach her how important it was to lift her ass up to meet his thrusting rampant cock with no false sense of modesty when being taken from the rear.

I suspected that poor Candy had not had much experience in such delicate maneuvers because of her limited years and her adherence to her father’s rules and regulations when it came to matters of sexual coupling with masculine creatures of any species. I knew all about the rumors of his wife’s spicy relationships with small groups of male Elves from time to time and hoped they were speculation and not reality because I knew it would probably break his heart.

You can imagine my surprise when I heard the two young female Elves whisper to Candy that her new boyfriend Gunther was supposed to have been close and intimate with her own mother in the old days when the Reindeer handler was young and horny. It made Candy laugh because she could not for the life of her imagine the muscular Gunther mounting her mature bodied mother with anything remotely connected to passion or human sexual desire. It was hard enough to picture the sedate Santa climbing onboard the sexy older woman with the unmistakable urge of copulation fever pushing him to feats of sexual satisfaction for any female in heat for that special orgasmic release that sparked the tingle she was just now becoming fully acquainted with in the old-fashioned way with a real person and not some non-organic tool used for the same purpose.