T'was The Night Before Christmas

Rape is a crime - no exceptions.
Do it, and you'll end up in a prison cell with some guy who will be raping your ass, with a bit of luck that'll be all he wants.
Don't do it - its not worth it

Anyway, festive mood time and the Holiday Season is upon us again. Its time for one of us to read the Christmas Story.

So are you sitting comfortably?

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were worn by the woman with care,
She’d had too much to drink and passed out on the chair.

The woman who should have been all snug in her bed,
the whiskey and vodka had gone straight to her head.
And she lay there snoring, her empty glass on the floor,
so drunk when she came in, she’d forgotten the door.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Another drunk wandering home from with a stagger.
Up to the door he wandered and gave it push,
Then fell inside when his foot slipped on some slush

He spied a light on in a room and did wander
opened the door and looked in and did ponder
who was this woman sitting over there in the chair
The woman with the nice sexy blonde hair

He reached down and gave her shoulder a shake,
but the young woman just wouldn’t awake.
He tried a bit harder and gave her a jostle
which didn’t wake her, it just made her breasts wobble

The drunk seeing her breasts seductively quiver
decided to cup one, but still she did not shiver
Now his hand, he slipped down the top of her dress
and finding her nipple became a brief little quest

He removed his hand and placed it on her thigh,
and feeling the silks he pushed up his hand high.
Over the lacy stocking tops and onto warm skin,
onto her panties, and under, his fingers sank in.

He gripped at her panties and pulled them aside
with his other hand he parted her thighs.
And moving between her silky legs he did shove.
Unzipping his pants, he prepared to fuck his new love.

He gabbed her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the chair,
And with his dick pushed his way though her soft pubic hair
holding her legs, into her pussy his dick did slam
pulled back slightly and the rest of his length ram.

He pounded her pussy and groaned as he shoved
Her pussy felt great, like a hot little glove
She was still asleep, unaware of the world,
He carried on fucking his Christmas girl.

Her pushed her legs back up and over her head,
And into her womb his dick fed.
He began to grunt whilst having his fun.
Then into her belly released all of his cum

He held himself still, catching his breath,
and pulled out his dick, when his balls had none left.
He wiped off his cock on the hem of her dress,
and zipped himself up, leaving her in a mess

He spoke not a word, but went straight to the door,
before looking around, until he finally swore.
“Oh fuck!” he hissed “this isn’t my home!”,
and crept of the house leaving her all alone

He staggered down her path, till his legs started to go ,
slipped on some ice, and landed in the snow
But I heard him exclaim, before he passed out like a light,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"