How the Grinch Fucked Christmas
"Bah, tomorrow's Christmas," the grouchy Grinch said,
As he pulled the warm covers up over his head.
A glance at the calendar when he woke in the morning
Set off the claxton in his green head warning
Of another day of warm gathering and cheer
For the people of Whoville, free of cold winter fears.
The grouchy Grinch groaned that "Christmas' a bore."
"I've heard just the opposite, she's a total whore,"
Yawned The Grinch's dog Max from beneath the thick covers.
"She's fucked all her friends' husbands and a bigillion others."
"What are you talking about, Max?" The Grinch queried.
The dog poked his head out, his eyes red and blearied,
"I'm speak of Christmas Whooverton," he said with a yawn.
"She's had five men at one, fucking and sucking til dawn.
At least that's the rumor I hear on the street.
The woman just loves being filled with hard meat."
The Grinch understood and then pondered the matter.
How long had it been since he'd squirted and spattered
His seed onto a woman's ass, tits, or face,
Or scented her scent, or tasted her taste?
And then his sick mind became bothered and frantic.
Instead of his usual Christmas Eve antics,
Of sneaking in homes and stealing their blessings
He'd punish one Who to serve all as a lesson.
"When they find her broken and covered in cum,
The whole town will be frightened and struck thankfully dumb.
No more singing their songs, they'll fear me again
When they see the depraved dark depths of my sin."
The Grinch leapt from his bed, dancing with glee,
"This year I'll pound Christmas into jelly, you'll see!"
Max heaved a great yawn at this yearly decree.
"Who will be jelly by daybreak, her or thee?"
*
Naked, in snow covered fur, the Grinch snuck,
Through the town filled with lights and holiday muck.
He carried a bag filled with rope, and a collar,
A vibrator, some dildos, and a gag to stop hollers.
Into the house of lady Christmas he crept,
And silently up to her bed as she slept.
He quietly tied her hands to the bed,
Then moving his mouth to the side of her head
He whispered, "Merry Christmas. You're mine now, you'll stay"
Her eyes fluttered open and she just said, "OK."
She did not react with a whimpering 'No',
But she frowned when she saw he was covered with snow.
"Don't come to my bedroom looking like that.
You look, and smell, like a dead alley cat.
Go clean yourself in the bath over there,
And try to wash all of that food from your hair."
The Grinch did not like that she wasn't afraid,
It spoiled all the dastardly plans that he'd made.
Maybe her fear wasn't something he'd need,
And he thought of a way to at least make her plead.
With rope on her thighs, he tied her legs shut,
Then he gave a nice firm smack on her butt.
To her clit her affixed a vibrating wand,
Then off to the bathroom, did he abscond.
He took a long shower growing harder and harder,
As he thought of the all the set treats he would find in her larder,
And of how she was melting into slippery warm butter,
And how much he just loved her shampoo and conditioner.
*
Back in the bedroom he found quite a sight.
She was bucking and thrashing and trying to fight
The umpteenth orgasm wracking her body.
The Grinch smiled with pleasure at the wanton and naughty
Plans he had made for spreading Christmas joy
And all the fun things he would do with his toy.
As he turned off the wand, she groaned with relief.
Her pussy was so wet as to strain his belief.
"It appears you enjoyed my time in the shower.
Now you will feel the true strength of my power."
The Grinch spread her legs and she gasped at the view.
His dick was so big, would it split her in two?
He slapped the green rod against her pink clit.
Christmas jumped and cried, "I don't think it will fit."
The Grinch smiled, "Have no fear of that little lass,
It'll fit in your pussy, your mouth, and your ass."
With his green mushroom head he parted her petals.
Her look told him he'd be testing her mettle.
Christmas cried out as he pushed in his sword.
She moaned and she whimpered, but said nary a word.
Her velvety walls, so comforting, so flushed.
He forced them to part for him, relentless, unrushed.
Finally, his weapon was totally sheathed.
He pulled out to find it was creamily wreathed.
"Now you will taste yourself on my dick."
But she doubted she could handle something so thick.
He straddled her tits, set his head on her lips.
Mercifully, he pushed in only the tip.
Her tongue swirled around finding all of her juice.
It made her so wet that she streamed like a sluice.
"Now swallow it all," she heard The Grinch gloat,
Then felt his hard meat go right down her throat.
