A Pedophile's Night Before Christmas

[ Mg8, cons, pedo, poem, cosplay ]

hamilcar4@hotmail.com

Published: 29-Nov-2012

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'Twas the night before Christmas and in our duplex.
My eight-year-old daughter was ready for sex.

She had been bathe and brushed and put to bed nude,
In hopes that her pussy soon would be screwed.

I sat in the kitchen wearing a gown,
Drinking hot chocolate and waiting around.

When out on my back door I heard a loud knock,
There stood a young Santa with a really big cock.

This Santa was well-muscled, broad-shouldered, and lean.
The bulge in his pants looked terribly mean.

He did a strip-tease with his boots, shirt and pants.
But I wanted to check the size of his lance.

So I pulled his jock strap all the way down.
His prick was a monster with a big purple crown.

It was an eleven-inch beauty, heavy veined.
Linda's poor pussy would really be strained.

He had two balls the size of grapefruit
With plenty of sperm all ready to shoot.

His complexion was clear, his body was clean.
He was an absolutely perfect fucking machine.

He walked up the stairs with his prick out in front.
I couldn't wait to see it inside Linda's cunt.

I showed him her bedroom, first door on the right
I said, "She's a virgin; she'll be awful tight."

Santa laughed as he stroked his lovely fat cock,
"Tomorrow she'll the loosest, little girl on the block."

Linda was sleeping all snug in her bed
While visions of teddy bears danced in her head.

This eight year old was extremely naive,
She loved dear Santa and truly believed.

Santa pulled back the covers, exposing my child.
When Linda saw Santa, she sat up and smiled.

"I'm checking to see if you are naughty or nice;
If you're a good little girl, I may check you twice."

In her face he jiggled his eleven inch pecker,
And told her that this was his little girl checker,

And plugging it in would be the hard part.
But Linda was excited and eager to start.

She wanted to know where to plug the thing in;
I smiled because now the fun should begin.

Santa reached out and stroked Linda's bare twat,
And told her he would plug it right into her slot.

He explained that this would be a tight fit,
But good little girls try to plug every bit.

Linda puffed out her little flat chest,
And told Santa she would do her very best.

Then she lay right back on the edge of her bed
With her knees falling out in a nice sexy spread.

Santa started massaging her cute little pud.
Soon her cunt was swollen with warm, healthy blood.

The flaps of her pussy were yawning a bit
And flashing the pink of her smooth slippery pit.

The tip of her clit peeked out from its hood
Linda whispered, "Oh Santa, I wanted to be good."

So Santa started rubbing her little pink pearl,
He said he would teach her to be a good girl.

Her clit stood out like a miniature cock
It was bloated and looked like a shinny pink rock.

Santa gave her clit a nice gentle petting.
Linda was hot; her pussy was sweating.

The poor child was panting, her eyes were squeezed shut
She was started to moan and wiggle her butt.

Then with a sigh, my sweet innocent imp,
Had an orgasm which left her totally limp.

Linda's cunt was oozing fresh pussy slime;
The expression on her face looked almost sublime.

Then my daughter whispered, sweet as could be,
"Oh please Santa, plug your checker in me."

Santa rubbed his dick up and down in her slit
And then pushed it deep into her warm slippery pit.

She took six inches and her cherry was broke
And all of this happened with one powerful stroke.

Now my poor little baby had a look of surprise.
And I thought I saw a few tears in her eyes.

But she was a girl with plenty of pluck
So she hugged her Santa as they continued to fuck.

Santa's cock went deeper with each steady thrust
But Linda's little jewel box was quick to adjust.

She had nine inches in her tight little cunt,
An amazing performance for such a small runt.

But now Santa's dick was tapping her core.
He shook his head and said, "She can't any more."

Linda cried, "I wanted to take all that you had;
I wanted to be good, but I guess I was bad."

"Linda, you're sweet, you're sugar and spice,
I love you because, you're naughty and nice.

I'll stay with you for the rest of the night,
I'll fuck you, and love you, and hold you real tight."

Three times Linda's pussy was throughly creamed.
She was fucked far better than I'd ever dreamed.

It was the best Christmas Eve any girl ever had.
Because Linda was good, but Santa was bad.

She fucked so hard her pussy got sore.
And she came so often she couldn't cum anymore.

But she went to sleep with a nice sexy grin,
And Santa's big checker plugged all the way in.

So happy Christmas to every girl who has a tight slit,
I hope Santa cums deep inside your young pit.

Merry Christmas.

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Blow

Well done, my man. Every girl deserves such a good fuck on Christmas Eve.

marsha

What a lucky girl. What a fine, plucky writer you are. Happy holidays.

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