The /dzg/ before Christmas


                                            >‘Twas the night before Christmas

                                            >And nowhere in sight

                                            >Was a creature in the streets

                                            >Not even the cunt, Twilight

                                            >Sparkles or dashes, or apples for that matter

                                            >The only thing in the Dazzle house was joy and sodomy

                                            >And tonight Anon had a hand in both the former and the latter


                                            >In the living room played a movie with more songs than it oughta

                                            >Songs of Santa’s year off along with heat and snow

                                            >Being sung by none other than Adagio, Aria, and loveable Sonata

                                            >As they laughed together, slightly intoxicated on holiday eggnog

                                            >Anon sat by the fireplace, roasting a smore over the yule log

                                            >Suddenly, he felt pressure on his back

                                            >And as he turned slightly to see the object

                                            >His face was pressed on all sides

                                            >By a large, medium, and small rack


                                            >While the breast smooshed against Anon

                                            >And the marshmallow burned over the fire

                                            >All three giggled at his stunned face

                                            >Giving Anon the smiles he’s come to admire

                                            >Memories of their first meeting flash through his mind

                                            >And the trepidation of problems to come from three girlfriends

                                            >But now here they are and he couldn’t be happier

                                            >Not knowing the real night event impends


                                            >As the four open their presents

                                            >Some with delight and some slightly nervous

                                            >Anon found one extra gift for him, the content saying,

                                            >“One free night of all-out Christmas ‘service’”

                                            >A heavy blush formed on his face

                                            >As the sirens grin seductively it was clear

                                            >Being off work till after the new year was a saving grace


                                            >After drinking some eggnog himself

                                            >Anon made for his bed to sleep

                                            >Although with the girls beating him there

                                            >Their smiles telling him he had his reward to reap

                                            >He quickly took off his clothes, no hesitation

                                            >And hopped into the bed

                                            >Ready to give the girls a healthy sperm donation


                                            >Balls deep in each girl

                                            >They let out moans of delight

                                            >Merry Christmas to all

                                            >And to all a goodnight