Chapter 2

There was no doubt that Miss Candy Claus was Santa’s favorite offspring, and he would often overlook her faults and mistakes with a doting eye.

For one to say she was spoiled rotten would be the understatement of the year.

Where her mother was a high-class lady, she took pride in her reputation as a bit of a slut if the truth be known.

All the elves and the other Santa workshop workers knew her attitude was dubious at best and that she would drop her knickers in private faster than a nun with broken vows.

On the other hand, she was always a positive person and she said what she was thinking without any hint of deviousness. She was quite fair in all her dealings and she never lied about little things thinking that honesty was the best policy.

Candy took responsibility when her faults were public knowledge, and she took her punishment with a cheerful smile.

I am Roland of Rutland and I have worked at Santa’s workshop my entire adult life. I confess that I am not much taller than a regular male elf but I assure you I am one hundred percent human and my dick is just as big as most of the reindeer handlers except of course for Gunther who was in a class all his own.

Let me state for the record that I diddle the female elves all the time because they appreciate my human cock and literally would bend over backwards to open up their tight little openings for me whenever I ask politely.

Normally, Candy would not give me the time of day because of my height and her unfounded dislike of the elf kingdom thinking they had too much power in Santa’s North Pole Empire. The only thing that girl had on her mind was cock morning, noon, and nighttime too. The female elves would often gossip about her many affairs with the reindeer handlers who were mostly human and possessed of long dicks to make any young girl giggle with passion when they frolicked bottomless inside the warmth of the factory or some other building with lots of heat to keep them nice and warm.

I had stalked Candy and slipped my rampant cock into her backside at an opportune moment after her assignation with Gunther in the hayrack at the main stable. She was being cleaned by the female elves all chattering about her exciting time with Gunther. All the female elves wanted a go with Gunther because of his reputed oversized dick and long history of screwing Santa’s wives and female offspring with regular affairs that customarily burned with heated passion on both sides.

I can attest to the validity of his size after seeing him nude in the locker rooms at Santa’s workshop getting clean just like the rest of us. I think he thought I might be an elf due to my height but my own business was decidedly human in length and he refrained from asking me to furnish him a towel like I was some elf washroom boy.

If you could get past the fact that most if not all of the female elves looked identical at least facially, they were all little darlings with their nicely curved female breasts and nipples that were so flexible and fresh that sucking them was an experience any human male would cherish forever. When I get down to brass tacks and describe their marvelous elf muffs and their hour-glass female elf bottoms, you can easily understand my obsession with dipping my happy dick in any female elf I was able to corner in private.

My attraction to Candy Claus was also understandable because she was the image of innocence in her red striped uniform and her golden hair that flowed down almost to the top of her buttocks and her promised land of ass crack just below.

My impetuous taking of her ass in the elf’s bathhouse was a spur of the moment thing and I don’t regret it because it got her attention due to the size of my all human dick.

After that brief but memorable encounter, Candy spread her knees for me on many occasions and I enjoyed delivering my load to her happy pussy and listening to her verbal outburst of delight.

I had no doubt that it was only my cock that drew her attention and not my ordinary male looks and unappealing height.

As it happened that year was poor in terms of sickness and economic disaster for most of the world including the good old USA. Lots of kids didn’t expect to get much in the way of toys or special gifts and most folks were more concerned about keeping their jobs rather than celebrating the holiday.

A well-intentioned religious organization with members all over the world sent a delegation to the North Pole to help drive up production amongst the unhappy workers. Not being in touch with reality at times, Santa and his family went merrily along smiling and promising to deliver just as many toys as the previous year although the workers who all knew the bottom line truth did their best to hide it from Santa to keep him with his positive attitude even though things were looking mighty bleak.

I shamefully confess that I was focused on Candy’s pretty ass the entire time and the delivering of toys was the last thing on my mind because I was certain to lose out to the oversized cock of Gunther the reindeer handler with his aggravating sense of self-confidence that drove me to distraction as I was not much of a drinker.

We all helped carry the delegation’s bags to the North Pole hotel and the thirty some odd young people with good intentions chattered away with mostly the elves because us human workers were too depressed to keep up a happy front in face of the problems.

At the time, I was buried in female elf pussy and my darling Candy, but I noticed one of the female human delegation was sitting in the kitchen crying her eyes out. I went over to console her and discovered it was from cutting up onions for the pre-Christmas stew we traditionally ate to keep up our toy making strength.

Her name was Betty, and she had this fantastic ponytail that I wanted to grab hold of and pull from behind as I buried my guilt-free cock in her female human ass sooner rather than later.

The other girls in the delegation were all caught up in sampling the reindeer handler’s cocks and some were even crossing species and giving up their youthful pleasures to the horny male elves that were eager to try human girls for once in their lives just to see if the pussy felt the same.

I already knew from constant practice that there was absolutely no difference except that the female elves tended to take it anally a lot more often than the female humans but I expect that was due to the human kind’s indoctrination from an early age that it was a cardinal sin to bend over and take it all the way up the bum enjoying the magic of the moment rather than worrying about some silly sin against nature or some such thing.

We laughed together and we sat closely with my bare knee touching her inside leg like it was sheer magnetism and we were born to be joined in carnal pleasures in the very near future.

I explained to Betty how lonely I got at the North Pole and hoped she didn’t suspect I was lying because of all the winks I was getting from the female elves just waiting for me to touch their waiting asses.

She asked me to help her unpack as it was a chore she absolutely hated.

We unfolded her many pairs of risqué panties from her suitcase and she showed me how some even had slit in the crotch so she could get a cock inside without even taking them off her body.

I talked her into putting a pair of those panties on her beautiful bottom and she bent over the side of the bed to show me how her brown eye and lovely snatch were all accessible with the marvelous invention.

Of course, push came to shove and I was soon buried so deeply inside her core that she found it difficult to form words of understandable conversation without a bunch of moans and groans punctuated with sharp yelps of surprise or animal grunts that were purely instinctive as she writhed beneath my plunging hips.

“Oh! dear Betty, you have the tightest twat I have had for quite some time.”

She looked over her naked shoulder at me and said,

“Thank you so much. I love your cock it is so big and I swear it is the biggest I have ever had inside of me. Then again, it is only the third cock I have taken inside me with the other two being my father and my brother who needed the practice due to lack of compliant females in our little town. My mother lost all interest in such nonsense when she had me and my brother is bad at chatting up girls because he stutters something terrible when he gets up close and personal with them.”

I flipped her over and started to give her an anal test of her skill at taking it all the way up.

“My dearest Betty, I must say your brown eye is even tighter than your pretty pussy if that was even possible. Your ass cheeks are positively beautiful all high up in the air like that. Yes, please don’t move right now. If you move even the slightest, it will force me to shoot my load and I want this to last longer so I can feel the sensation of your tight dirt hole surrounding my cock with your velvet touch.”

The wonderful sounds of our wet merging was music in my ears and she expelled a torrent of female juices from her pussy as I humped deeply into her anal core. I knew it was her juices and not simply piss because of the stickiness and the scent of female pussy flowers that made me inhale like a junkie of feminine scent looking for a fix.

The delegation was there for three full days and I must relate that it was a blur of nipples, cunts and brown eyes all belonging to the human female called Betty with her submissive attitude and willingness to try anything at least once to see how it felt.

I can only hope that she will not marry during the year and will return next Christmas as promised in the light of the romantic moon shining through the small window of our little room on the top floor of the North Pole Hotel.

I will have Candy Claus and a selection of female elves to keep me busy all year but I will look forward to her return and a repeat of our romantic interlude.

GUNTHER THE REINDEER HANDLER DOES CANDY CLAUS

PART II

There was no doubt that Miss Candy Claus was Santa’s favorite offspring, and he would often overlook her faults and mistakes with a doting eye.

For one to say she was spoiled rotten would be the understatement of the year.

Where her mother was a high-class lady, she took pride in her reputation as a bit of a slut if the truth be known.

All the elves and the other Santa workshop workers knew her attitude was dubious at best and that she would drop her knickers in private faster than a nun with broken vows.

On the other hand, she was always a positive person and she said what she was thinking without any hint of deviousness. She was quite fair in all her dealings and she never lied about little things thinking that honesty was the best policy.

Candy took responsibility when her faults were public knowledge, and she took her punishment with a cheerful smile.

I am Roland of Rutland and I have worked at Santa’s workshop my entire adult life. I confess that I am not much taller than a regular male elf but I assure you I am one hundred percent human and my dick is just as big as most of the reindeer handlers except of course for Gunther who was in a class all his own.

Let me state for the record that I diddle the female elves all the time because they appreciate my human cock and literally would bend over backwards to open up their tight little openings for me whenever I ask politely.

Normally, Candy would not give me the time of day because of my height and her unfounded dislike of the elf kingdom thinking they had too much power in Santa’s North Pole Empire. The only thing that girl had on her mind was cock morning, noon, and nighttime too. The female elves would often gossip about her many affairs with the reindeer handlers who were mostly human and possessed of long dicks to make any young girl giggle with passion when they frolicked bottomless inside the warmth of the factory or some other building with lots of heat to keep them nice and warm.

I had stalked Candy and slipped my rampant cock into her backside at an opportune moment after her assignation with Gunther in the hayrack at the main stable. She was being cleaned by the female elves all chattering about her exciting time with Gunther. All the female elves wanted a go with Gunther because of his reputed oversized dick and long history of screwing Santa’s wives and female offspring with regular affairs that customarily burned with heated passion on both sides.

I can attest to the validity of his size after seeing him nude in the locker rooms at Santa’s workshop getting clean just like the rest of us. I think he thought I might be an elf due to my height but my own business was decidedly human in length and he refrained from asking me to furnish him a towel like I was some elf washroom boy.

If you could get past the fact that most if not all of the female elves looked identical at least facially, they were all little darlings with their nicely curved female breasts and nipples that were so flexible and fresh that sucking them was an experience any human male would cherish forever. When I get down to brass tacks and describe their marvelous elf muffs and their hour-glass female elf bottoms, you can easily understand my obsession with dipping my happy dick in any female elf I was able to corner in private.

My attraction to Candy Claus was also understandable because she was the image of innocence in her red striped uniform and her golden hair that flowed down almost to the top of her buttocks and her promised land of ass crack just below.

My impetuous taking of her ass in the elf’s bathhouse was a spur of the moment thing and I don’t regret it because it got her attention due to the size of my all human dick.

After that brief but memorable encounter, Candy spread her knees for me on many occasions and I enjoyed delivering my load to her happy pussy and listening to her verbal outburst of delight.

I had no doubt that it was only my cock that drew her attention and not my ordinary male looks and unappealing height.

As it happened that year was poor in terms of sickness and economic disaster for most of the world including the good old USA. Lots of kids didn’t expect to get much in the way of toys or special gifts and most folks were more concerned about keeping their jobs rather than celebrating the holiday.

A well-intentioned religious organization with members all over the world sent a delegation to the North Pole to help drive up production amongst the unhappy workers. Not being in touch with reality at times, Santa and his family went merrily along smiling and promising to deliver just as many toys as the previous year although the workers who all knew the bottom line truth did their best to hide it from Santa to keep him with his positive attitude even though things were looking mighty bleak.

I shamefully confess that I was focused on Candy’s pretty ass the entire time and the delivering of toys was the last thing on my mind because I was certain to lose out to the oversized cock of Gunther the reindeer handler with his aggravating sense of self-confidence that drove me to distraction as I was not much of a drinker.

We all helped carry the delegation’s bags to the North Pole hotel and the thirty some odd young people with good intentions chattered away with mostly the elves because us human workers were too depressed to keep up a happy front in face of the problems.

At the time, I was buried in female elf pussy and my darling Candy, but I noticed one of the female human delegation was sitting in the kitchen crying her eyes out. I went over to console her and discovered it was from cutting up onions for the pre-Christmas stew we traditionally ate to keep up our toy making strength.

Her name was Betty, and she had this fantastic ponytail that I wanted to grab hold of and pull from behind as I buried my guilt-free cock in her female human ass sooner rather than later.

The other girls in the delegation were all caught up in sampling the reindeer handler’s cocks and some were even crossing species and giving up their youthful pleasures to the horny male elves that were eager to try human girls for once in their lives just to see if the pussy felt the same.

I already knew from constant practice that there was absolutely no difference except that the female elves tended to take it anally a lot more often than the female humans but I expect that was due to the human kind’s indoctrination from an early age that it was a cardinal sin to bend over and take it all the way up the bum enjoying the magic of the moment rather than worrying about some silly sin against nature or some such thing.

We laughed together and we sat closely with my bare knee touching her inside leg like it was sheer magnetism and we were born to be joined in carnal pleasures in the very near future.

I explained to Betty how lonely I got at the North Pole and hoped she didn’t suspect I was lying because of all the winks I was getting from the female elves just waiting for me to touch their waiting asses.

She asked me to help her unpack as it was a chore she absolutely hated.

We unfolded her many pairs of risqué panties from her suitcase and she showed me how some even had slit in the crotch so she could get a cock inside without even taking them off her body.

I talked her into putting a pair of those panties on her beautiful bottom and she bent over the side of the bed to show me how her brown eye and lovely snatch were all accessible with the marvelous invention.

Of course, push came to shove and I was soon buried so deeply inside her core that she found it difficult to form words of understandable conversation without a bunch of moans and groans punctuated with sharp yelps of surprise or animal grunts that were purely instinctive as she writhed beneath my plunging hips.

“Oh! dear Betty, you have the tightest twat I have had for quite some time.”

She looked over her naked shoulder at me and said,

“Thank you so much. I love your cock it is so big and I swear it is the biggest I have ever had inside of me. Then again, it is only the third cock I have taken inside me with the other two being my father and my brother who needed the practice due to lack of compliant females in our little town. My mother lost all interest in such nonsense when she had me and my brother is bad at chatting up girls because he stutters something terrible when he gets up close and personal with them.”

I flipped her over and started to give her an anal test of her skill at taking it all the way up.

“My dearest Betty, I must say your brown eye is even tighter than your pretty pussy if that was even possible. Your ass cheeks are positively beautiful all high up in the air like that. Yes, please don’t move right now. If you move even the slightest, it will force me to shoot my load and I want this to last longer so I can feel the sensation of your tight dirt hole surrounding my cock with your velvet touch.”

The wonderful sounds of our wet merging was music in my ears and she expelled a torrent of female juices from her pussy as I humped deeply into her anal core. I knew it was her juices and not simply piss because of the stickiness and the scent of female pussy flowers that made me inhale like a junkie of feminine scent looking for a fix.

The delegation was there for three full days and I must relate that it was a blur of nipples, cunts and brown eyes all belonging to the human female called Betty with her submissive attitude and willingness to try anything at least once to see how it felt.

I can only hope that she will not marry during the year and will return next Christmas as promised in the light of the romantic moon shining through the small window of our little room on the top floor of the North Pole Hotel.

I will have Candy Claus and a selection of female elves to keep me busy all year but I will look forward to her return and a repeat of our romantic interlude.

GUNTHER THE REINDEER HANDLER DOES CANDY CLAUS

PART II

There was no doubt that Miss Candy Claus was Santa’s favorite offspring, and he would often overlook her faults and mistakes with a doting eye.

For one to say she was spoiled rotten would be the understatement of the year.

Where her mother was a high-class lady, she took pride in her reputation as a bit of a slut if the truth be known.

All the elves and the other Santa workshop workers knew her attitude was dubious at best and that she would drop her knickers in private faster than a nun with broken vows.

On the other hand, she was always a positive person and she said what she was thinking without any hint of deviousness. She was quite fair in all her dealings and she never lied about little things thinking that honesty was the best policy.

Candy took responsibility when her faults were public knowledge, and she took her punishment with a cheerful smile.

I am Roland of Rutland and I have worked at Santa’s workshop my entire adult life. I confess that I am not much taller than a regular male elf but I assure you I am one hundred percent human and my dick is just as big as most of the reindeer handlers except of course for Gunther who was in a class all his own.

Let me state for the record that I diddle the female elves all the time because they appreciate my human cock and literally would bend over backwards to open up their tight little openings for me whenever I ask politely.

Normally, Candy would not give me the time of day because of my height and her unfounded dislike of the elf kingdom thinking they had too much power in Santa’s North Pole Empire. The only thing that girl had on her mind was cock morning, noon, and nighttime too. The female elves would often gossip about her many affairs with the reindeer handlers who were mostly human and possessed of long dicks to make any young girl giggle with passion when they frolicked bottomless inside the warmth of the factory or some other building with lots of heat to keep them nice and warm.

I had stalked Candy and slipped my rampant cock into her backside at an opportune moment after her assignation with Gunther in the hayrack at the main stable. She was being cleaned by the female elves all chattering about her exciting time with Gunther. All the female elves wanted a go with Gunther because of his reputed oversized dick and long history of screwing Santa’s wives and female offspring with regular affairs that customarily burned with heated passion on both sides.

I can attest to the validity of his size after seeing him nude in the locker rooms at Santa’s workshop getting clean just like the rest of us. I think he thought I might be an elf due to my height but my own business was decidedly human in length and he refrained from asking me to furnish him a towel like I was some elf washroom boy.

If you could get past the fact that most if not all of the female elves looked identical at least facially, they were all little darlings with their nicely curved female breasts and nipples that were so flexible and fresh that sucking them was an experience any human male would cherish forever. When I get down to brass tacks and describe their marvelous elf muffs and their hour-glass female elf bottoms, you can easily understand my obsession with dipping my happy dick in any female elf I was able to corner in private.

My attraction to Candy Claus was also understandable because she was the image of innocence in her red striped uniform and her golden hair that flowed down almost to the top of her buttocks and her promised land of ass crack just below.

My impetuous taking of her ass in the elf’s bathhouse was a spur of the moment thing and I don’t regret it because it got her attention due to the size of my all human dick.

After that brief but memorable encounter, Candy spread her knees for me on many occasions and I enjoyed delivering my load to her happy pussy and listening to her verbal outburst of delight.

I had no doubt that it was only my cock that drew her attention and not my ordinary male looks and unappealing height.

As it happened that year was poor in terms of sickness and economic disaster for most of the world including the good old USA. Lots of kids didn’t expect to get much in the way of toys or special gifts and most folks were more concerned about keeping their jobs rather than celebrating the holiday.

A well-intentioned religious organization with members all over the world sent a delegation to the North Pole to help drive up production amongst the unhappy workers. Not being in touch with reality at times, Santa and his family went merrily along smiling and promising to deliver just as many toys as the previous year although the workers who all knew the bottom line truth did their best to hide it from Santa to keep him with his positive attitude even though things were looking mighty bleak.

I shamefully confess that I was focused on Candy’s pretty ass the entire time and the delivering of toys was the last thing on my mind because I was certain to lose out to the oversized cock of Gunther the reindeer handler with his aggravating sense of self-confidence that drove me to distraction as I was not much of a drinker.

We all helped carry the delegation’s bags to the North Pole hotel and the thirty some odd young people with good intentions chattered away with mostly the elves because us human workers were too depressed to keep up a happy front in face of the problems.

At the time, I was buried in female elf pussy and my darling Candy, but I noticed one of the female human delegation was sitting in the kitchen crying her eyes out. I went over to console her and discovered it was from cutting up onions for the pre-Christmas stew we traditionally ate to keep up our toy making strength.

Her name was Betty, and she had this fantastic ponytail that I wanted to grab hold of and pull from behind as I buried my guilt-free cock in her female human ass sooner rather than later.

The other girls in the delegation were all caught up in sampling the reindeer handler’s cocks and some were even crossing species and giving up their youthful pleasures to the horny male elves that were eager to try human girls for once in their lives just to see if the pussy felt the same.

I already knew from constant practice that there was absolutely no difference except that the female elves tended to take it anally a lot more often than the female humans but I expect that was due to the human kind’s indoctrination from an early age that it was a cardinal sin to bend over and take it all the way up the bum enjoying the magic of the moment rather than worrying about some silly sin against nature or some such thing.

We laughed together and we sat closely with my bare knee touching her inside leg like it was sheer magnetism and we were born to be joined in carnal pleasures in the very near future.

I explained to Betty how lonely I got at the North Pole and hoped she didn’t suspect I was lying because of all the winks I was getting from the female elves just waiting for me to touch their waiting asses.

She asked me to help her unpack as it was a chore she absolutely hated.

We unfolded her many pairs of risqué panties from her suitcase and she showed me how some even had slit in the crotch so she could get a cock inside without even taking them off her body.

I talked her into putting a pair of those panties on her beautiful bottom and she bent over the side of the bed to show me how her brown eye and lovely snatch were all accessible with the marvelous invention.

Of course, push came to shove and I was soon buried so deeply inside her core that she found it difficult to form words of understandable conversation without a bunch of moans and groans punctuated with sharp yelps of surprise or animal grunts that were purely instinctive as she writhed beneath my plunging hips.

“Oh! dear Betty, you have the tightest twat I have had for quite some time.”

She looked over her naked shoulder at me and said,

“Thank you so much. I love your cock it is so big and I swear it is the biggest I have ever had inside of me. Then again, it is only the third cock I have taken inside me with the other two being my father and my brother who needed the practice due to lack of compliant females in our little town. My mother lost all interest in such nonsense when she had me and my brother is bad at chatting up girls because he stutters something terrible when he gets up close and personal with them.”

I flipped her over and started to give her an anal test of her skill at taking it all the way up.

“My dearest Betty, I must say your brown eye is even tighter than your pretty pussy if that was even possible. Your ass cheeks are positively beautiful all high up in the air like that. Yes, please don’t move right now. If you move even the slightest, it will force me to shoot my load and I want this to last longer so I can feel the sensation of your tight dirt hole surrounding my cock with your velvet touch.”

The wonderful sounds of our wet merging was music in my ears and she expelled a torrent of female juices from her pussy as I humped deeply into her anal core. I knew it was her juices and not simply piss because of the stickiness and the scent of female pussy flowers that made me inhale like a junkie of feminine scent looking for a fix.