The REAL Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
a creature was stirring, much bigger than a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
and so was he, by the fire, just standing there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of sugar plums danced in their heads.
And Mama in her thong and I in my ribbon
were ready to perform some much needed action.

He dropped on the couch, making such a clatter,
Had he always been that big or had it grown fatter?
He with a groan and her with a sigh,
It was now time to wrestle that snake with one eye.

The firelight on her breasts gave such a glow
That he felt a wave of desire down below.
With a wink and a grin, she made her pussy appear
Ready to accept his little reindeer.

With a moan and a shiver, her pussy so slick,
His weight on top of her, he slid in his dick.
More rapid than eagles, she called out his name,
And whispered and shouted it was always the same:

Not Dasher! Not Dancer!
Nor, Prancer or Vixen!
No Comet! No Cupid!
Or Donner or Blitzen!

Bent over the couch,
Up against the wall,
“Fuck me harder! Oh God!
Don’t let me fall!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
They reach their orgasms together it was nearly a tie.
Quickly he pulled out, ready to spew,
Her mouth opened wide, to accept his white goo.

And then, with a rustle, he heard from up the stair
The twins might be awake they were a troublesome pair.
With a sigh and a groan and trying to be quick,
She leaned her head forward to resume sucking his dick.

Pleasure filled his body from his head to his foot
As she willingly swallowed his milky output.
A laugh and a wink he pushed her to her back
Kneeling between her legs he was ready for his snack.

Her eyes—how they twinkled! Her nipples, how merry!
Her cheeks were like roses, her clit like a cherry!
Her mouth made a noise of desire, nearly a growl,
His tongue entering her body almost made her howl!
The whole of her clit, he held between his teeth
He could feel himself hardening, coming out of his sheath.
With a wash of fluids her legs felt like jelly,
He moaned with need and turned her on her belly.

He went from chubby to hard, ready for more,
That noise he heard, was it the kid’s door?
With a shake of his head he continued to hump,
Sound filled the room with a soft thump, thump, thump.

She kept quite, moaning softly, as he continued to work,
Having small children was certainly not a perk.
Pulling her tail aside, he rubbed her dark hole,
Sighing in expectation, it would get its toll.

With a loud cry he came on her back,
The children woke up with a click and a clack.
Groaning the groans of young parents,
Two children ran down screaming “Presents! Presents!”