The Night Before Christmas Orgy by Synful ( Adaptation of Clement C. Moore's poem "The Night Before Christmas") Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house Not a person was clothed, not even Brother Roushe, The condoms were stacked beside the bed with care In hopes that fucking would be happening there. Mrs. Wong was moaning giving my hubby head While widowed Charlie Philpot came in my hand. And me, with a shaved pussy, and young Principal Pratt Had just settled down from him screwing my ass… When out in the yard we heard such a clatter, We sprang from the bed to see what the hell was the matter. Over to the window I flew in a flash, Flung open the shutters and slung up the sash. The moon on her breasts, white as the new-fallen snow, Gave lust to the men who, with me, looked below, When, what to my roving eyes should I see, But the man screwing her, looking right up at me, With his little old cock, so lively and quick, I knew that second, it was St. Nick and his bitch. More rapid than eagles, his cock when it came And he whistled, and shouted, and called her by name: Now, Whore! Now, cunt! Now, you slutty vixen! On my cock! Use your mouth! I want you to lick it! To the top of the shaft, now do as I said, Now suck away! Suck away! Give Santa head! As ants run to sugar at a picnic in July, We met them on the lawn to join in their cries, On top of cocks, the women they flew, First one, then another, fucking St Nicholas too. And then, in a twinkling, I felt in my cunt The spurting and gushing of Santa's hot cum. As I lifted off of him, to slide my mouth down, On my face, Santa came, again, as he was bound. He was tied and gagged from head to foot, And his bitch was fucked by the men who took Turns on her as she lie on her back And each one gave Mrs. Claus a playful smack. Our eyes - how they twinkled - our faces were merry As we let Santa pop Nina Richardson's cherry! His little droll mouth was drawn up like a bow, And his beard became glazed as he ate Margot. Her button-like clit he held in his teeth And she came all over his face like a glossy wreath. He had a broad face and a round little belly That shook, when he came, like a bowl full of jelly. He was chubby and plump, a horny old elf, And I laughed as we all fucked, in spite of myself. A drip from the one-eye on his cock's little head Soon gave me to know it was not yet dead. He spoke not a word, but hummed in his work, And filled all the ladies, as he came with a jerk, Then laying his finger aside of his ho He gave a nod, and up the chimney they rose. "He sprang to his sleigh, to his teams gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!" FUCK ME CALL ME 1-888-629-1661