Cumming Down the Chimney

In 2024 it is particularly hard
To remember why we believe in the white-bearded bard.

While TikTok and Instagram spread the brain-rot
Only some of us are reminded of why Santa's so hot.

A young woman going by the name of Glenda Mae Sue
Is one of hardly any her age that still has a seasonal clue.

She always believed,
No, she never forgot,
And when she grew up, she tickled her bean to Mr. Claus...
Whether others believed it or not.

"He is too real!" She declared
To her University mates.
Who refused to believe--
They'd moved on to other hot dates.

But Glenda Mae Sue,
With her ass-length platinum blonde hair,
Only had eyes for the jolly man in a red suit,
And she didn't want to share.

Despite an innocent face
And wire-rimmed glasses,
The temperature of her loins
Could melt frozen molasses.

The boys all asked her out
(She had the perkiest tits)
But Glenda turned them swiftly down,
There's only one lap in which she sits.

The mall Santas took out restraining orders,
The red cross had to make a PSA,
It seemed no one was gonna stand
in Glenda Mae Sue's horny way.

After so many years
With nary an encounter
On December 24th, she put out a plate of her best cookies--
Anything to make him mount her.

She hung mistletoe over every door,
Then put out a warm glass of milk.
Slipped into her skimpy Christmas PJs
made of the softest, thinnest silk.

And fell asleep in a chair by the fireplace.

Not a creature was stirring,
As the snow fell outside.
When suddenly hoofbeats
Signaled the end of a wintery ride.

Then down through the chimney
Came the fat man himself!
Chris Kringle, he's here!
Much hotter than any elf.

As Glenda Mae Sue
Dreamed of humping and egg nog,
He tiptoed right past her,
Disturbing not one fire-place log.

He placed a big box of presents
under the tree.
Then turned to make his escape,
When he noticed her dosing blissfully.

It's not very often
That Santa stops what he's doing,
But Glenda Mae Sue's cleavage
Set thoughts in his mind brewing.

He snapped out of it,
Grabbing his sack,
But he tripped on the carpet!
And fell flat on his back.

Glenda jumped from the chair,
Startled awake,
She saw Santa on the floor
And she started to quake.

"Oh Santa, it's you!
You've finally come!"
She panted the words out
But she wasn't close to done.

He stumbled to his feet
Almost 40 inches taller.
She battered her eyelashes,
Feeling quite a bit smaller.

"Can I open my present?"
She asked with a smile on her face.
"Oh um, I really must be going--"
Santa tried, but couldn't slow her pace.

Glenda grabbed the box from its place
And tore the wrapping free.
Inside was a vibrator and a dildo
And she yelped with glee!

(Elves are the best at making toys of all kinds
Especially those you put in your pussy
And up the behind.)

"Oh Santa, they're perfect!"
She held up the rubber cock in her hand
"It's just right size for my hole.
How'd you know I love to get rammed?"

Santa blushed redder than his suit,
This wasn't at all proper...
"Young lady, I really must be going..."
The bulge in his pants was becoming a whopper...

"You can't leave yet, Santa,
I must show my appreciation."
She took his hand,
"I think you deserve some relaxation."

"I'm flattered, I am
But I've a long night ahead..."

"That's really no excuse not to get in my bed."

"It's the north pole code. My hands they are tied!"

"Then why is your candy cane growing 10 inches wide?"

She took a step forward,
and he took one right back.
His boner flopping around
As he tried to hide it with his sack.

So Glenda Mae Sue
Looked up right above,
And pointed to the mistletoe,
Then declared her love.

"Santa, I must tell you, it's my one biggest wish."

"Dear, I don't know what to tell you, this one's a miss."

Stepping onto a chair
She cornered the jolly man.
Then held her lips an inch from his
As erotically as one can.

She kissed him quite sweetly
Warm enough to melt any heart,
But then she slid her tongue in,
Like a true Christmas tart.

Poor Santa was helpless,
His cock throbbed in his pants.
He let her do it.
Knew he didn't stand a chance.

She giggled,
untying her top,
And her perky boobs spilled out
Glenda started to hop.

She licked and she teased,
Brought her mouth to his ear,
Then whispered, "Santa, please fuck me,
I've been a very good girl this year."

His yule log twitched
As she pressed herself against it.
Christmas was coming early
And it couldn't be prevented...

She climbed down from the chair
And touched him through his pants
"How big is it, Santa?"
Of all the wishes he grants...

She undid his belt,
And grabbed the hem of his trousers,
She gave them a heave
And revealed the biggest of Santa's powers.

His north pole swung out,
Bigger than any she'd seen,
And she gasped in ecstasy,
Finally living her dream.

"Oh my, Santa Claus,"
Glenda Mae Sue let out,
"You're hung like a reindeer..."
Then her big lips she did pout.

"I can't allow this any longer."
The jolly man began talking.
"If you keep this up, I'll...
Be forced to put coal in your stocking!"

She looked at him
With her huge green eyes,
And took his cock in her hands,
Holding it like a carnival prize.

"We'll see about that."
She said, massaging his shaft in her palm.
"I think you like it, Santa."
He shifted uncomfortably, far from calm.

She opened her mouth
And slurped along his merry length.
It tasted like warm gingerbread,
She couldn't resist, with all of her strength.

She gobbled his cock
And he said "Jesus fucking Christ!"
She throated that dick.
Was it naughty or nice?

Her holiday panties
Were now drenched dripping wet,
So she snuck her hand down,
And her pussy she pet.

"But Mrs. Clause!" Santa begged,
As she bobbed up and down.

"I bet I'm better at head,
Than that old snow-covered clown."

Then she choked on his cock
Till his jingle bells hit her chin,
And she gagged with enthusiasm,
Finally pulling him out with a grin.

The long trail of spit
Hung down from her mouth.
And Santa continued to cave,
Thinking, hmmm, it's not so bad coming south...

"Santa, you're all I've ever wanted.
Your suit turns me on...
Fill me with Christmas cheer
From the eve till the dawn.
I'll worship your big icicle,
I'll give you my holes,
Anything to be with you,
I'll play any roles.
Call me a whore
Or a dumb Christmas cumslut
It's true; it's my nature:
To suck out a creamy Santa nut.
I'm not embarrassed
I'm truly not ashamed
To have you deep inside me
Is all I've ever dreamed.
So stop playing coy.
And give me what I want.
I'll tie you up in gift wrap
If you don't stuff my wet cunt."

Santa, he gulped hard,
Having met his match.
Why fight it anymore,
Let the dirty feelings hatch.

He grabbed her by the neck,
And lifted her onto his lap.
She squealed with glee,
And his cock she did slap.

"You won't regret this, Santa"
She said, straddling his dick.
"I'll make you feel good--
You won't be at all homesick."

She teased the head of his cock
With her slippery slit,
Drooling with desire,
Her tits covered in spit.

He called her a good girl
And she shivered some more,
That's all it took to convince her
She'd become Santa's whore.

His tip slipped inside
And she let out a moan,
"Make me cum, Santa,"
His cock was the ultimate throne.

He grabbed her tight ass
And pulled her down more,
He slid easily inside her,
He'd never felt this good before.

Her eyes, they went cross
As she took him all the way,
He stretched her little pussy
As she thought of dirty things to say.

"Cum down my chimney, Santa,
Leave a present inside.
We can finish together,
I love feeling that jolly dick glide."

But Santa wasn't done,
No not even close.
Wrapped a hand around her neck
Then bucked with his hose.

She screamed!
Then played with her clit.
Santa knew how to treat her,
And into her mouth he did spit.

"Yes, Santa, yes, fuck me!"
She cried out loud with glee,
"your cock's melting my brain,
It's bigger than my Christmas tree!"

"Ho, ho, ho," he let loose
Lifting her up into the air,
His mind twisted with want,
No longer did he care.

He brought her back down,
But this time aimed a bit lower,
He rubbed on her pink ring,
This time a bit slower.

"Santa?" she asked,
Looking quite definitely confused...
"What are you doing down there?"
But he just chuckled, amused.

His cockhead popped in
And her eyes they went wide.
Santa was fucking her asshole!
Something she'd never before tried.

"Holy fruitcakes!"
She gasped with a start.
It felt new and exciting,
--caused a fast-beating heart.

"I love you, Santa Clause."
Was all she could say,
As he pressed himself deep,
Check in: extended stay.

He pawed at her tits
And pinched her perky red nipples,
She bounced up and down,
Smiling big with her dimples.

She fingered herself
While he fucked her senseless,
Hollering her head off,
His dick was relentless

Christmas was coming
Inevitably soon.
He felt it building inside him,
She'd made him a goon.

"I can't cum inside you
With my magical splooge.
It'll enchant your asshole,
I don't mean to be a scrooge."

"Nice try,
Jolly Saint Nick.
Frost my cake
Glaze my donut
Fill me up with that dick."

"You don't understand--"
She wouldn't let him finish.
Clamped her lips on his face,
Not letting the fun diminish.

She stuck her tongue in his mouth,
Slammed her ass on his cock,
It bounced and it jiggled
On his dick hard as a rock.

He choked her again
And she played with her pussy,
It wasn't sustainable,
Things were about to get messy.

"Cum with me Santa,
Explode in my ass.
I know you want to,
It's all that I ask."

He held her close
As he pounded away,
Slapped her ass,
Pumping faster than the speed of his sleigh

"Yes! Yes! Take me daddy Christmas!"
Was the last thing she said
Before he started to orgasm,
Warm cum shooting from his head.

She arced her back
And screamed very loud
As she climaxed too
While her bubble-butt got plowed.

"Merry Christmas to all!"
He yelled as he came.
Glenda Mae sue trembled,
She quivered with no shame.

She flicked her bean
And squirted some more,
Dousing Santa with sweetness,
It dripped down onto the floor.

He continued to thrust,
Shooting more ropes of cum.
He filled her to bursting,
Like egg nog with too much rum.

Before he was done
She acted quite quick,
She jumped up and grabbed him
Right by the dick.

She opened her mouth
And caught the last shot of milk.
He watched fully speechless
As she worked him smooth as silk.

She cried of sweet joy!
She laughed and she wheezed.
It was a Christmas miracle,
Leaving her perfect plum pleased.

Santa's cum?
Well it's magic!
If it shoots up your ass,
You can fly like a reindeer,
Or seduce elves en-masse.

It was just the beginning
Of this holiday tale for all time.
It seems Santa had finally found
His true partner in crime.

So if you see Santa's sleigh
Whiz past high up in the sky,
Just know Glenda Mae Sue is there,
Sitting right on his thigh.

"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good nut!"