Chapter 1
Butterscotch, the short, chubby, but very important elf, with her long brunette hair neatly plaited that swayed like a clock pendulum along her green cotton covered lower back as she strode down the wood lined hallway. Her red and white stocking covered thighs swishing together as she bustled briskly along the wood clad hallway. The old floorboards creaking with every step.
She didn't bother knocking on the door as she pushed the handle with her elbow then with her stocking covered knee kicked the door wide open. It bounced with a thud against the wall as she then continued to march her short stubby legs into Nicole's private bedroom. Her green elf hat with the red tinsel décor on top swung in rhythm of her footsteps as she balanced rather top heavily four large logs in her arms. Butterscotch ignored the occupants of the room and walked straight to the large hearth on the side wall and with force dropped the logs on the floor. They overly loudly clattered on the hearth, she huffed and crossed her arms, wiggled her nose, and stared down at the scattered logs and nodded with approval as she watched as they straightened themselves out. They begin neatly stacking themselves up nicely. She huffed as she reluctantly bent down, picked the top one up and threw it on to the dying fire, and took a step back and watched, as the dry seasoned timber took hold with a therapeutic whoomph. With it crackling and spitting nicely onto the hearth, she wiped her hands of sawdust on her red cotton skirt and then gently warmed them on the building heat.
Behind her there was a loud guttural moan, followed by an equally loud shriek. Then there was another groan followed by a deep hacking cough. Butterscotch then turned on her heels, and with resigned disgust raised her neatly plucked eyebrows and shook her head as she watched the two large naked bodies writhing around on the huge four poster bed. The bed was all decked out with a Christmas theme, with lots of bright red and greens, fairy lights stretching from post to post. With the activity below the lights were swinging in rhythm with the tinsel across the top. As the two women on the bed continued to pant and groan with pure enjoyment, ignoring Butterscotch and her actions with the logs.
The floor surrounding the elf was like a burglary had occurred and someone had gone through emptying all the cupboards. The floor was covered in discarded clothes, underwear, empty food plates, crisp packets, cold coffee mugs, beer and wine bottles with glasses and countless red and green empty cigarette packs. It was as if a teenager had been camped in the room for months. Rather than two grown women for just a couple of days. However, it reeked of stale smoke, sweat and bodily fluids in very much the same way. Butterscotch looked back at the fire and watched as she waited for the flames to take further hold and the seasoned wood to start to sizzle. The smell of burning wood, cancelled out the aroma of the room. She smiled as the flames grew. With a prompt turn she made her way out of the room leaving the door wide open only to return thirty seconds later carrying the overly large red tablet computer contrasting with her small hands.
With her face lit up by the reflection of the screen she dejectedly sighed as there was a loud scream of "Yes baby. Oh yeah, oh yes!" coming from the bed. She ducked her head as she tried to dodge the red tinsel covered thong as it was flung in her direction and failed as it landed on her hat, the leg hole going through her green bauble on the top. She coughed loudly and picked the offending item off her head and carried it towards the bed pincered between her fingers, placing it on the edge of the mattress. She coughed again between the amorous squelching and slapping of sweaty fatty bare skin slapping against each other followed by further groaning coming from on top of the bed sheets.
Butterscotch stood up straight, to her full four feet and coughed even louder, and winced as she swallowed after clearing her throat. "Oh, Good morning, ladies." She said even louder, sounding more like a teacher, but still getting no response, "Miss Claus, Jess?" She asked whilst briefly staring at the huge wobbling buttocks in front of her jiggling around like a mass of Jello before looking at the floor trying to avoid the show of naked entanglement of legs, breasts, bellies, and buttocks all rhythmically bashing together. It was difficult not to watch as there was a constant writhing, wriggling, with loud screeching and squelching coming from the bed in front of her.
"Yeaaaahhhh, oh yeah, Babes, oh yeah, loving your fingers there, don't stop moving!" Nicole Claus groaned as the licking, slurping and sucking noises increased in volume and tempo.
"Miss Claus, we do need to start on the returns list this morning, it's growing already and we need your input, you have now had over seventy two hours in bed!"
"Yeahhhhhhhhhh I am realllly bussssssy now Butters, oh god that's amazing Jess babes harder, more fingggggers Jess, oh Buttttters, oh yes, fasterrrr, yes, and another one, can you, I mean me commmmme, oh yes Jess, there, oh there, yes please, oh faster Jess, Butters commmmmme, oh, oh, I want to come, oh yessss, now, yes nooooooow!" She yelled and shrieked with delight, between desperate and deep panting gasps for air.
"This morning Miss Claus, we need you today, yesterday morning was even more preferable!"
"Oh. I was busy thennn toooo, ohh, Jess, ooh that nice yes, yes, please don't stop just there, oh yes babes, I need to again, oh this is nice, no, no, no, yes, yes, yes, carry on. There, yes more, both, oh yes, go for a third, I am so wet, ooh fuck babes, deeper, oohhhhh yes there, just there, oh yeah babes!"
"Miss Claus." Butterscotch tapped her chin thinking for a second. Trying to conjure a solution.
"Yeahhhhhhh, Oh, god, oh god, yes, yes, yes, Jess, I... L...yes oh, babes!"
An idea sprung to mind. "Hmmm. Jess, Miss Claus, do you both want a cigarette and warm donuts for breakfast now?"
"Ooooh yeahhhhhhhh keep going, oh baby, just there..." Nicole then stopped moaning.
"Donuts?" The now wide-eyed Jess questioned as she very quickly lifted her head from between Nicole's thighs, her chin glistening from Nicole's bodily fluids. "Did you say donuts?"
Nicole screamed out in frustration, "Fuck nooooo, fucking hell Jess, don't stop fucking me, never stop fucking me, fuck me now, I want to come...nowwww!" She wheezed and squealed as lay on her back, her arms out wide as her chunky legs slowly bicycled kicked in the air.
"Oh okay, just one-minute Butters!" Jess suggested as she quickly crouched down again and looked ahead with intent as if engaging with a rugby scrum and grunted as her mouth reattached. Her large, tanned buttocks wiggled, trembled and clapped together on the end of the bed as at her opposite end her head began to bounce. Her tongue and mouth were again busy eating deep between Miss Claus's equally thick thighs.
Nicole panted as she raised her body up on her arms and her hot flushed face looked across at Butterscotch standing there patiently and then smiled as she turned her head and looked down at Jess's brown hair bobbing away between her thighs. Her eyes widened and her head nodded, she mouthed yes as there were no words to come out before she then screamed even louder and shuddered and flung herself back onto the pillow as there was a noticeable splattering noise she collapsed on the bed panting hard and occasionally coughing. Jess then lifted her head slightly and wiped her very wet face with her hand. "Donuts, Butters, how many you made?" she asked, with Nicole's juices still dripping off her chin, before picking several blonde pubic hairs off her tongue and wiping her hand dry on Nicola's thigh before rubbing her lips together.
Butterscotch smiled, shrugged her shoulders, raised an eyebrow, and smiled "At least twenty."
