12 Bawdy Christmas Poems
Tonight we’re presenting some of our most beloved, humorous, and explicit poems about Christmas night intimacy. All are spoofs of the most classic Christmas poem of all time.
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The Black Knight Before Christmas.
by The Mad Splatter, recited by Sonia.
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the
house
Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse;
My
panties were hung on the bedpost with care,
As my fingers parted
my soft pussy hair.
My pussy I fingered while all snug in my bed,
As visions of
huge cock danced in my head;
My tit in one hand, and squeezing my
nip,
I moaned and I groaned, while my muff I did grip.
When out on the lawn I heard a faint sound,
I popped out my
fingers from my wet and hot mound;
And naked away, to the window I
dashed,
Tore open the drapes as the yard I did flash.
The moon on my breasts was a sight to behold,
Showed my smooth
white skin and red nipples so bold.
When, what to my wondering
eyes should appear,
But William, our black neighbor, who I’ve
wanted all year,
With an ass like a rock and muscles so thick,
I knew in a
moment I’d found my hard dick.
While rubbing my pussy I
suddenly came,
As he whistled and shouted, and called me by name;
“Now, Susan, you minx, you hot little vixen!
It’s
time that you knew what you’ve always been missin’!
From
the tip of my rod to the sack of my balls
I’ll make you
forget your drunk husband, Paul!”
His words, they made my fantasies fly;
And I slid both my hands
between my wet thighs;
And started to spread and rub my bare
lips
Now slick from the promise of a huge, black dick.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard a loud knock,
And knew at the
front door awaited my cock.
I threw on my robe and sped down the
stairs,
Hot for the stud who awaited me there.
When I opened the door, he wasted not a moment;
Entered the
room and tore off my garment;
And dropped to his knees, put his
face in my snatch;
My pussy lips burned, as hot as a match.
The nub of my clit he held tight in his teeth,
His fingers he
rubbed on my slit just beneath;
I squeezed my huge tits, nipples
dark as a cherry,
And his tongue was now stabbing my pussy so
furry.
Hearing my breathing had become quite quick
He knew it was time
to show me his prick.
He pulled down his pants and exposed his
firm belly,
And his long, thick tool to which I said, “Oh,
Billy!”
It was chubby and plump, and hard in my hand;
When it slid in
my mouth, he barely could stand;
So a chair I soon found and gave
him a seat;
I straddled his cock and ground on his meat.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled
up my pussy, then came with a jerk,
And sliding his finger inside
of my ass,
I came on his lap and slumped with a gasp.
I slid off his cock, and fell to the floor,
And licked the last
drops of cum like a whore.
And he finally exclaimed, with my mouth
on his rod,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good, oh,
oh my God!!!”
And To All A Good Lay.
by foehn. Recited by Connor.
’Twas the night before Christmas, and down in my drawers,
my creature was telling you, “Get on all fours!”
You’d already laid down your stockings with care,
and
come to molest me in my easy chair.
The kids were all upstairs and sleeping at last,
and now it
was “us” time; not slow, but not fast,
You unbuttoned
my britches and pulled my pants down,
and up sprang my elf with
his little pink crown.
He trembled and twitched with desire that was spastic,
desiring
our session of love to be drastic.
Tenderly, gently caressing my
shaft,
you leaned close to kiss it, just driving me daft!
By flickering firelight, its head disappeared,
when all of a
sudden, the thing that I feared,
The most about Christmas Eve
night came to pass,
as Santa Claus plopped on our fire, on his
ass.
Our fire was extinguished and smoke filled the air,
as Santa
jumped up with, a burning derriere.
I took in the view with a
wilting erection,
and wondered “What’s wrong with our
burglar detection?”
Santa was hopping and howling in hurt;
I pulled up your
favorite plant from its dirt,
And taking the pot, knocking over my
rum,
I ran up to rub, the wet soil on his bum.
The fire was put out, and the poor old elf sighed,
to think
that this Christmas, he well could have died;
And when he spied
you, collapsed naked and weeping,
I couldn’t help think,
that he shouldn’t be peeping.
When I recognized the odd look on his face,
I reminded him, he
had invaded our space.
“And now come to think of it, where
are the toys?
“Surely you’ve brought some, for our
little boys.”
I walked to the closet and chose a warm blanket,
to cover your
butt with. (she wanted to spank it.)
He walked to the chimney,
and reaching within,
unsnagged his bag, which fell down with a
din.
“Quiet” I said: “Must you make such a clatter?”
He smiled just to say, “ that Nothing’s the matter,”
and then just to prove to me nothing was wrong,
he tossed you
a shiny new silicone dong.
He stashed the boys’ presents, all under the tree,
and
turning he gave me, a new DVD;
there were pictures of hot sexy,
things on the case,
and one of them seemed to be wearing your
face!
He gave a big wink, walked right out the door.
I locked it
behind him and glanced at the floor.
where you looked so
peaceful, all comfy and bare.
beneath the big blanket, now
covering you there.
I stripped off my clothes, laid down at your side;
you were
already giving, your new dong a ride!
And what had gone limp from
our rude interruption,
now perked up quite nicely, and stood at
attention.
I reached for your free hand and guided it where;
it could find
my “north pole,” sticking out in the air.
and I heard
Santa shout, as he left on his sleigh,
“Merry Christmas to
all, and to all a good lay!”
Her Night Before Christmas.
by Ug. Recited by Natasha.
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house.
No
creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were worn
by the woman with care,
She’d too much to drink, passed out
on the chair.
The woman who should have been snug in her bed,
the whiskey
and vodka, gone straight to her head.
And she lay there snoring,
empty glass on the floor,
so drunk came she in, she’d
forgotten the door.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Another drunk
wandering, home in a stagger.
To her door he did wander, and gave
it a push,
Then fell he inside when his foot caught a bush.
He spied a light on, in a room and did wander.
looked inside
the door, and hence he did ponder.
Now who was this woman,
sitting there in his chair.
This woman with such sexy flowing
blonde hair.
He reached down to give, her shoulder a shake,
but the young
buxom woman, just wouldn’t awake.
He tried a bit harder,
and gave her a jostle.
which didn’t awake her, but made her
breasts tossle.
The drunk seeing breasts, seductively quiver.
decided to cup
one, still she did not shiver.
Now with his right hand, he
slipped down her dress.
and finding her nipple, an interesting
quest.
He moved his left hand, and placed on her thigh.
and feeling
the silks, he pushed his hand high.
Over the stocking tops, onto
warm skin,
to her panties and under, his fingers sank in.
He gripped at her panties, and pulled them aside.
and with his
free hand, then parted her thighs.
And moving between, her legs
he did shove.
Unzipping his pants, to fuck his new love.
He then pulled her ass, to the edge of the chair,
His dick
found it’s way, through her pubic hair.
and into her pussy,
his dick did so slam.
then pulled back slightly, to repeatedly
ram.
He pounded her pussy, and groaned as he shoved.
Her pussy felt
great, like a hot little glove.
She still was asleep, unaware of
the world,
so he carried on fucking, his sweet Christmas girl.
He pushed her legs back, up over her head,
And deep in her
womb, his pulsing dick fed.
He started to grunt, whilst having
his fun.
Then into her belly, shot all of his cum.
He held himself still, til catching his breath,
and pulled out
his dick, his balls had none left.
He wiped off his cock, on the
hem of her dress,
and zipped himself up, though she was a mess.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to the door,
before
looking round, til he finally swore.
“Oh fuck” he
soon hissed, “this isn’t my home!”,
then crept
from the house, and left her alone.
He swayed down a path, his legs wobbling so,
soon slipped on
some ice, and landed in snow.
But I heard him exclaim, passing
out like a light,
“Happy Christmas to all, and a fucking
good-night!”
T’was The Night Before Christmas.
by LostNlove. Recited by Emily.
It was the night before Christmas;
And all through my
house.
The Candles were glowing;
And I was quite soused.
The fire was warm;
And so was the brandy.
As I wrapped up
the gifts;
I was feeling quite randy.
I sat in my nightie;
Short silky and white.
Hoping when
Santa showed;
He’d enjoy such a sight.
Then top of the stairs;
I heard a deep groan.
It sounded
familiar;
I let out a moan.
I turned round to see;
And what do you know.
There stood my
Santa;
His shaft in a bow.
I saw that red ribbon;
Round that cock so hard.
And jumped
off the couch;
Without self regard.
When he saw I was tipsy;
He laughed and came down.
I untied
that bow;
And wrapped my lips ‘round.
Oh, what a present!
I’m one happy wench.
I sucked it
then faster;
my nipples he pinched.
I rose to my feet;
L and licking my lips.
Then, held
mistletoe;
while he gave me a kiss.
We moved to the couch
Where he laid me back.
And thrust in
his cock;
All the way to his sack.
When my hips rocked he said;
Oh You like that I see.”
I
said,“Yes all though better;
On the floor on my knees.”
“No problem my dear;
Anything that you wish.
But first
come here;
Give me one more kiss.”
I kissed his lips softly;
Then I got on the floor.
He teased
so I begged;
“Santa please give me more.”
He lifted my nightie;
Up over my ass.
As he gave it a
slap;
I let out a loud gasp.
“I’ve watched you this year;
You’re so
naughty but nice.”
He shoved it in deep saying,
“Now,
let’s do this twice!”
I slammed back against him,
As he slammed into me.
I didn’t
yet notice;
Rug burns on my knees.
I moaned and I came;
my juices did flow.
he pounded yet
faster;
deep as he could go.
I came then again;
and convulsed quite a bit.
My fingers
pressed hard;
On my swollen clit.
As I came I could feel;
His dick start to swell.
He smacked
on my ass;
And I let out a yell.
“For when you were naughty,
that will suffice.
and now
here is something;
For when you’ve been nice.”
He grabbed my hips tight,
And his cock shot a pop.
I soon
came again;
begging please do not stop.
His dick throbbed and squirted;
I thought I might scream.
Oh
the wonderful pleasure;
Of Santa’s hot cream!
We collapsed on the floor,
His hands in my hair,
Then asleep
by the fire,
Without any care.
As he was leaving;
Before the sunlight.
“Oh my
darling;
You’re such a delight!”
Twats The Night Before Christmas.
by VeryHappyHubby. Recited by Thomas.
Twas the night before Christmas and on our street block;
Nothing
was stirring, except for my cock.
Her panties were hung by the
chimney with care,
I had a good feeling she soon would be bare.
I was horny and naked all snug in my bed,
While visions of big
boobs danced in my head.
With the wife in her nightie, and I full
of luck,
I had my heart set on a Christmas eve fuck.
When out by the hearth there arose such a noise,
It sounded
like girls and could not be boys.
Away to the Christmas tree I
flew in the nude,
We might have guests, I couldn’t be rude.
Moonlight from the window cast a warm glow
And gave my firm
cock a good reason to grow;
When, what should appear through my
old reading glasses,
But eight college girls, and their really
firm asses,
With little shy giggles, so lively and quick,
I knew in a
moment they wanted my dick.
I was shocked then thought, they had
to be bluffing,
But I whistled and shouted, as they stripped down
to nothing;
“I’m Dana I’m Heidi I’m Amber I’m
Shelly!
I’m Ali I’m Erin I’m Stephie I’m
Nellie!
From their g-strings and bras that they bought at the
mall,
They stripped And Stripped And stripped it off all!”
There were eight pairs of tits and pussies to match,
My big
throbbing cock, wanted a piece of this snatch;
So before me now
stood, eight naked co-eds,
I was anxious to learn who would first
give me head;
And then with a smile, Amber sought for my dick,
The rest
formed a line, as she gave me a lick.
Each girl sucked my cock, as
I fondled her tits,
While each girl behind her all played with
her clit.
My wife dressed in fur, from her tits to her crotch,
Said this
was from her, and she wanted to watch;
A sack full of toys she
brought for the girls,
It was full of vibrators with one made of
pearls
Their eyes how they twinkled, Their pussies how merry!
Their
tits were like melons, their clits like a cherry!
The girls
grabbed their vibes, as I sat on the floor,
They pleasured each
other, but all wanted more.
Each girl took a turn and came over to me,
They mounted my
cock by the light of the tree.
Some fucked me quite slow, and some
fucked me fast,
My biggest concern was how long I would last.
Their boobies were big and their pussies were wet,
I had
fucked them all but I wasn’t done yet.
With a wink of her
eye and a squeeze of her breast,
My wife let me know that she
would be next.
They spoke not a word, gathered ‘round real quick,
and
watched how it’s done, as my wife worked my dick.
She
lowered her pussy right onto my rod,
We fucked and we fucked, as
I shot out my wad.
Of all the pussies my wife’s was the best,
My cock was
now tired and needed a rest.
With my wife still horny, and
claiming it’s early,
She climbed off of me, and reached for
a girly.
She licked every breast and sucked evry nipple,
My smile was
so big and showed off my dimple.
She moved to their clits, and
then one by one,
Each girl did orgasm, until they were done.
With evry girl limp and could take nothing more,
They
eventually dressed and went for the door.
But I heard my wife
shout, ere they drove out of sight,
“Merry Christmas to
all, see you tomorrow night.”
Tinder Christmas Eve.
By Harry D Newhouse Recited by Michelle.
Twas the night before Christmas, nothing good
on TV.
So I went onto tinder, feeling kind of hornie.
My kinky
companion, was up for some fun.
I sent him a message, to tell him
he’d won.
“Christmas gift wanted, I live all
alone.
No soul to consort, but my cat and my phone.
I want you
to dress, in the robes of St Nick.
I’ve been very naughty,
so don’t make it quick.
There’s a window unlocked, in the room at
the back.
It opens with ease, for you and your sack.
I’m
off to sleep now, in my sexy silk nighty.
Oh and by the way, I can
get a bit fighty!”
A mince pie and brandy were left on the
table.
Along with a note, ‘Fuck hard if you’re
able!’
Well imagine my shock, when later that night.
I’m
rudely awakened, by hands grasping tight.
My mouth was all covered, a beard scratched my
ear.
‘Santa’s here slut, and you’re going to pay
dear.’
I struggled beneath him, but couldn’t get
free.
His breath was mince pies, with a hint of sherry.
Was gagged by the stocking, I’d hung with
such pride.
Wrists tied with red ribbon, as I lay on my side.
My
night dress was lifted, my body left bare.
Face pushed in the
pillows, firm hand held my hair.
The slap to my bottom, made me stifle a
moan.
Spanked by a man, who’d invaded my home.
By the
tenth I was writhing, all tingling and sore.
If not for the
stocking I’d be begging for more.
Many strikes later, he
decided to rise.
I then felt hot wax, drip onto my thighs.
It
seemed like forever, He toyed with me there.
Pain mixed with
pleasure, in well-practiced flair.
‘You’re such a bad girl, you
deserve only coal.
Now open your legs, and I’ll choose me a
hole’.
Candy-cane in my ass, was a tingling surprise.
A
wide one at that, brought tears to my eyes.
Removing his belt, pants fell to the
floor.
‘Here’s Santa’s north pole, now take it
you whore!’
His cock drove me wild, and I churned and I
shuddered.
‘I’ll ruin you slut’, was all that he
muttered.
Pulled up on my knees, he pounded and
pounded.
Fapping & clapping, his testicles sounded.
A
Christmas orgasm, is always quite nice.
We had many that night,
and disturbed all the mice.
Exhausted and broken, my hands were untied.
He
reclaimed his trousers, and away he did ride.
But before you
should ask, ‘was this only a dream?’
I awoke the next
morning, to signs that I’ve seen.
A candy cane sat, in a drained brandy
glass.
And I knew it was real, from the pain in my ass.
Beside
hung a stocking, so full and so swollen.
Coal was its contents, my
innocence stolen.
I yet was astonished, on tinder to
find.
‘Sorry I can’t make it, I hope you don’t
mind’.
Thus read the message, from my kinky friend.
That
beard did seem real, Happy Christmas, The End.
Night Before Christmas: Parody.
By Eurika. Recited by Ryan.
Twas the Night Before Christmas, and all through the
house’.
Downstairs I was yearning, and clicking my
mouse.
Her stockings were flung on the end of the table,
But I
was alone watching porn over cable.
I pulled out the lotion and rubbing my cock.
To shoot my load
in an old ragged sock.
From the upstairs, came a noise so gay,
I
jumped from my chair, seeking some randy play.
I dashed to the bedroom, flung open the door’.
to see my
wife kneeling, down on the floor.
For a moment, arose such a hot
burning,
Seeing my lusty wife, my anger was churning.
A little old man, she was sucking his dick.
He was dressed in
all red, Oh God it's Saint Nick.
His eyes were a twinkle, his
cheeks were all red.
My wife was below him, and giving him head.
She stopped rather quickly, looked worried & caught.
I
wasn't upset though. I thought it was hot!
He said, "I have
checked, I checked my list twice.
She has been a bad girl, but
you’ve been quite nice."
I gave them a smile, and nodded my head,
Then old Saint Nick
took her, and threw her in bed.
He pulled off her nightgown, her
boobs bouncing free,
He turned her round so she, was looking at
me.
Her eyes grew much bigger, as he gave a lick,
She moaned rather
loudly, when he plunged his dick.
At first he was slow, til she
started to cum.
He then fucked her hard, until she was done.
He rubbed her bare ass, and gave it a smack,
And then pulled
out shooting, his load on her back.
He gave a thick laugh, and a
jolly, "Ho ho."
He pulled up his pants, and started to
go.
"Thanks for the quickie, alas I must leave.
It’ll
be a long night, many more wives to see."
Out of his sack, he
pulled a sex toy,
we giggled in glee, and both filled with joy.
We looked out the window, her pussy still wet.
he got in his
sleigh, then took off like a jet.
I squeezed her ass hard, in the
pale moonlight.
She owed me a threesome, Damn what a night!"
Kay’s Christmas Worship.
By drive me wilder. Recited by Clara.
Twas the night before Christmas, and the family
was fed.
Now Kay on her knees, gave Troy some great head.
Kay
fondled his balls, as he slurped and she licked,
Giving him love,
as they waited for Nick.
Teasing his tip, then taking him deep.
Both
knew that this night, they'd not get much sleep.
Laid out on his
back, and watching her bob.
His bride and her mouth, now licking
his knob.
It shined and it glistened, all covered in
spit.
She loves this good man, and she'll never quit.
Now
standing and kneeling, a new point of view.
Her loving like this,
is giving and true.
Her hair in his hands, he guides her full
stroke.
Sometimes very deep, without any choke.
Her fingers
they tickle, then fondle a ball.
He's one lucky man, tonight he
stands tall.
Picking the pace up, and starting to
moan.
There’s no stopping now, he’s in the hot
zone.
It's starting to build, there is no turning back.
His
spunk is preparing, to leave his nutsack.
Rope after rope, His love juice explodes.
And
lands on her tongue, in hot heavy loads.
And looking at him, with
those loving eyes.
His love for this woman, for her he would die.
His babyfood hangs, off her chin and her
nose,
A squeeze of her tits, since they’re wearing no
clothes.
She closes her mouth, He knows what's to follow,
One
look at her throat, as she tilts back and swallows.
She worships his cock, her love pole her
toy.
She stands and he holds her, his heart full of joy.
For
now it's all over, his heart is in bliss.
More sweet dreams await,
while they both reminisce.
Donna’s Night Before Christmas.
By Gaurd. Recited by Molly.
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all
through the house.
Not a creature was stirring, not even my
spouse.
My stockings seductively, laid on the chair,
In vain
hope he'd take me, right then and there.
But he was all snuggled, and tucked up in
bed.
While visions of fucking, danced in my head.
Despite my
silk teddy, the impotent chap!
Had whiskeyed his brains, for a
long winter's nap.
When out on the lawn, there arose such a
clatter.
I sprang from the bed, to see what’s the
matter.
Despite my attire, to the window I flew.
Whoever was
out there, sure got a nice view.
In the glowing full-moon, my breasts were on
show.
I sure looked seductive, when viewed from below.
And what
to my wondering, eyes could I see.
But a jolly odd man, gripped
staring at me.
I thought for a moment, my mind played a
trick.
But I knew at that moment, it must be St Nick.
More
rapid than eagles, and then to my shame.
He whistled and shouted,
and called out my name!
"Now dash to it Donna, my darling my
cupid.
Come on my vixen, don't try to look stupid.
Come down to
the porch! And open the door!
Now dash and come down! I want to
see more!
With a shake of the head, I pulled closed the
curtain,
I must have been dreaming, of that I was certain.
Despite
my frustration, I got back to bed.
'Twas then that I heard, some
noise overhead!
I flew out of bed, downstairs made my
way.
Dressed in no more than, my pink negligée.
Then To
my amazement, In trembling I found.
The chimney shoot creature,
came down with a bound.
He dressed all in fur, from his head to his
toe.
Whilst me in my silkies, gave him quite a show!
Up I was
bundled, and flung on my back.
He open his suit, and showed me his
sack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how
merry!
It looked he'd already, been hard at the sherry!
My eyes
were drawn downward, to the big bulge below.
My best Christmas
gift, he presented to show.
The shaft of his cock, was long & was
chubby.
Much longer and thicker, than that of my hubby.
But a
wink of his eye, and a twist of his head.
Soon gave me to know, I
had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his
work.
Grabbed hold of my panties, & gave them a jerk.
He
pulled the damp crotch. moved to the one side.
He filled up my
cunny, I stretched open wide!
His gift was so large, I nearly had cried.
I
came more than once, from his big woody ride.
And then out he
pulled, and over my belly.
He shook and he blasted, as out came
his jelly!
He sprang to his feet, got back in his
gear.
And then up he flew, to his waiting reindeer.
And I heard
him exclaim, as his team flew away.
"Merry Christmas Donna,
you’re such a good lay!”
Joe's Night Before Christmas.
By Joe71. Narrated by Roger.
T'was the night before Christmas,
and all through the
house.
Were strewn women's panties,
some bras and a
blouse.
Silk stockings weren't hung from the chimney with
care,
But strewn them all over.
Some here and some there!
Assigned the night shift,
I'd gotten quite surly.
But a
scheduling glitch,
had sent me home early.
“Martha I'm
home!”
I did almost bellow.
But I paused as I
spied,
satin panties of yellow?
Who wears that color?
I confusedly wondered.
If Not
my wife's,
What betrayal have I blundered?
Who's she
been fucking?
Do I dare even know?
I presently
trembled,
to turn and just go.
When from the big bedroom,
there arose such a
squealing.
Passionate whines,
to my instincts appealing.
If
she's with a man,
tis such an affront!
But I'm pleased if she's
sucking,
not cock, but a cunt?
I spoke not a word,
down the hallway I crept.
On Toward the
bedchamber,
where we normally slept.
The moans of delight,
grew
louder and louder.
From the room where last night,
I'd
thoroughly plowed her.
The sight that appeared,
to my eyes made me shocked.
When I
burst in and found her,
with 2 friends defrocked!
Surely
my entry,
made Martha most ruffled,
With a cunt in her
face,
her outcry was muffled.
"Oh shit!" did they scream,
as they covered
themselves,
My grinning wife blurted,
"Joe Meet my good
elves!
"I'm preparing your gift,
Darling husband so
true,
"Merry Christmas, Joe!
I've aroused them for you!"
“Our Money's been short,
I had to be thrift.
That
drove me to fashion,
this wonderful gift?”
More likely
quick thinking,
when caught in the act!
But the outcome is
what,
really matters, in fact.
And thusly resolved,
this scenario dicey,
We indulged to
acts,
sweet salty and spicy!
The first step as we four,
converged to all kiss,
Then led to depraved,
and
deplorable bliss.
I sampled all after,
of course my good wife.
They made it
the very,
best time of my life!
Every hole was well filled,
every pussy was eaten,
And when we were done,
my pecker,
most beaten.
May Christmas be filled with,
so many delights,
Be Merry
this Christmas,
and to all a good night,
And give her such
pleasures,
With earnest ambition.
And she'll want to make it,
a yearly tradition.
All Snug, Nude In Bed.
Based on a post by ImaSeductress; narrated by Jenny.
Twas the night before Christmas,
and all through the house.
not
a creature was stirring,
not even my spouse.
The garters were
hung,
by the chimney with care,
with hopes that Santa,
is a
horny ole bear.
I was horny and restless,
stripped nude in my bed,
while
visions of orgasms,
danced in my head.
George in his
kerchief,
and I in the buff,
was so fucking horny,
I just
couldn't get enough!
When out on the lawn,
there rose such a clatter.
I sprung
from my bed
to see what was the matter.
Streaking to the
window,
I threw up the sash,
feeling so cheerful,
I gave
him a flash.
The moon on my tits,
cast an erotic glow,
giving new
luster,
to my wetness below.
And what to my wondering eyes
should appear,
his twelve inch poked outward,
His cumming was
near!
A shirtless sleigh driver,
so lively and quick,
I knew in a
moment,
I needed his dick!
To the front door I flew,
lest
he already came,
He whistled and entered,
then called me by
name.
His chaps all in leather,
His crotch was commando.
The
phallus he sported,
I grabbed as a handle.
A bundle of
goodies,
he dropped from his back,
He fondled my cunny,
and
played with my rack.
I laid on the table,
and worked up my twerk,
he aimed like a
pro,
and slammed in one jerk.
He pounded and pushed,
for
nearly an hour.
I sweated so hard,
I needed a shower.
He kissed me goodbye,
to his reindeer gave a whistle,
and
away they all flew,
like the down of a thistle.
I heard him
say,
as he drove out of sight.
Happy Orgasms to all,
and to
all a good night!
A Visit From St. Nicholas (The Naughty Version)
Based on a post by Nisha's World. Narrated by Ava.
Twas the night before Christmas,
and stripped to the buff;
We fucked like rabbits,
I'd sucked him enough.
My stockings were strewn,
on the back of a chair,
And my legs were akimbo,
both feet in the air.
My husband was fucking
me hard on the bed.
“I'm cumming! I'm cumming!”
he finally said.
He finished inside,
with a moan, then a grunt,
and Passed out before,
I came, What a cuck!
I was still feeling horny,
and down on my luck,
When a noise outside,
made me say, “What the fuck!”
Away to the shutter,
I flew like a flash,
Our juices still wet,
in my cock-hungry gash.
I opened the window,
peered out in the snow,
And focused my gaze,
on the garden below,
When what to my wondering,
eyes did appear,
But a fucking great sleigh,
and eight randy reindeer!
The driver wolf-whistled,
and flashed me his dick,
And I knew in a moment,
it's naughty St. Nick!
Soon the sleigh stopped,
the amorous deer;
Started rutting; each buck,
humped a doe from the rear.
First Dasher and Dancer,
humped Prancer and Vixen,
Then Comet and Cupid,
screwed Donner and Blitzen!
On the top of the bench!
On the top of the wall!
There;s no way to stop them,
no method at all!
As deer-spunk and juices,
bespattered the lawn,
Yes, I'd be cleaning up,
cum in the dawn.
Then, back to the sleigh,
the reindeer they stepped;
While Nick jumped in,
Good timing he kept.
I gathered the boxes,
“John, this one's for you!”
Nick left us sex toys,
and Viagra too!”
Our apologies to Clement Clarke Moore for these versions of his classic poem.