TFM’s Best Of The Week

TFM Intern11 years ago

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even the blacked out brother on the couch;
The condoms were placed on bedside tables with care,
In hopes that a horny DG soon would be there;
The pledges were nestled all snug in their cellar;
Each praying that he wouldn’t be chosen to be Pledge Hellen Keller;
And Petey with his whiskey, and I with my Coors,
Had just settled down to watch the Christmas Eve whores,
When out on the lawn there arose such a noise,
louder than the moans of Dorn with twelve boys.
I couldn’t care less because I was high on hash,
And a girl named Mandi had just thrown open her sash.
Beneath it lay two breasts perky and aglow;
the sight made something happen in my pants below.
When at the door suddenly did appear,
Another brother with a case of more beer,
With a few bonged down so lively and quick,
To the girls I was yelling “If I pull it out, will you lick?”
More rapid than eagles their answer did come:
“We’ll do anything you want for the proper sum!
We’ll lick! we’ll spit! we’ll gobble and swallow!
In our flexible pleasures we want you to wallow!
On the top of the porch! up against the wall!
We’ll fuck out your brains in positions all!”
As pledges before a paddle do tremble and wail,
I before these women suddenly felt quite frail:
I could have asked for anything and they would have known what to do,
They would have used whips, and leather, and strange toys too—
They would have done doggy on the slant of the roof
And gladly spread their legs for a goat’s hairy hoof.
As I turned in my head possibilities all around,
Down to the floor their panties fell with a bound.
They had not hair nor fur from eyebrow to foot,
And their skin was clean and soft with no soot;
A bundle of joy I soon felt in my groin,
Which me happy that this fraternity I decided to join;
Their eyes—how they twinkled! those back dimples, so merry!
Their ass cheeks were like roses, their noses like a cherry!
Their droll little mouths were drawn up like a bow,
And their titties bounced in the light like falling snow;
The hilt of a whip one held tight in her teeth,
And they began to encircle us like a large wreath;
One with a cute face and tight little belly,
Grabbed me where I keep my baby-making jelly.
She was skinny and sexy, a right jolly naughty elf,
And I laughed as she did so, in spite of myself;
A wink of her eye and a twist of her head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
We went to my room, and she went straight to work,
ripping off my pants and starting to jerk,
And I looked at her face over her nose,
I gave a nod, and like a chimney I rose;
I yelped and hollered and gave a fine whistle,
And shot out a long, pearly white missile.
She said “that quick?”, and ran out of sight—
As I lay back down in drunken satisfaction, I ere falling asleep called out:
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”