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THE SHOPPER'S ORGY,
OR, THE SATURNALIA BEFORE CHRISTMAS (caution)
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The Shopper's Orgy, Or, The Saturnalia Before Christmas.
by Burnt Feathers
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'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the Malls,
Crowds piled to the rafters and massed in the halls,
As bags crammed with gifts swung from fierce clutching hands,
In a hope to fulfill family Christmas demands.
For all of the hoopla through preceding weeks
Changed everyone's kids into toy-lusting freaks.
While Pop's gleaming bonus and Mom's Christmas fund
Had been beaten, and eaten, and long been out-runned.
I bought the last present, my money'd took flight.
"Christmas shopping is over!" I cried with delight.
And then as I pictured them under the tree,
I discovered I hadn't got something for me!
A sound from an alley behind opaque glass
Proved the Adult Toy Shoppe was having a blast!
Away to that alley I lunged with a rush,
Pushed open their entrance and joined the mad crush.
And there in the midst of consumer elation,
Stood a nook of resources for sex recreation,
With buxom assistants to show, less you scoff,
Demonstrating their wares, also how to get off.
So just as I entered, briefly pausing to gape,
A salesgirl swooped down, before I could escape.
With a hand on my arm the girl drew me aside,
And made me an offer I never had tried.
On one displayed breast the girl rouged up her teat
With a peach-flavored blush, so I sampled this treat.
When what to my wandering eyes should appear
But her alternate nipple and its flavor beer!
Those sweet little salesgirls, so ready to play
In a twink . . . please excuse me, I though they were gay!
More rapid than Ronco, calling sex aids by name,
Demonstrating each feature, as customers came.
"Try Anal Beads! Rumble balls, Clit Clamps they're scarey!
Or Beat-Me & Eat-Me-Whips, licorice or cherry."
From the top of the shelf, and from under the counter
Came arcane devices to blow him, or mount her.
Artificial vaginas, cock enlargers and rings,
Cybernetic sex dollies, and other man-things.
Butt plugs and dildos heads: single or double
Nipple clamps, Ben Wa, or a Gimp Mask for trouble.
The customers crowded the counters and shelves,
To admire the goods activate on themselves.
They assisted each other, sometimes without asking,
And soon were compelled to commence multitasking.
Till they roused like a dirty old man with a virgin
Or that celibate, sworn to be rid of her burden
As the shoppers around this seductive display
Were clasped in a fog of aphrodisiac spray.
And then, with a flaring of each straining nostril,
The customers turned into Spartans who'd lost will.
And before I could cover my breasts or my rear,
The hem of my skirt had been yanked past my ear.
And all I could see was this wee chubby elf
Who lifted my dress while he kneaded himself.
Before I could flee from this obscene abuse
He grabbed me, and held me would not turn me loose.
His hand at my loins made a mess of my pussy,
But I, sniffing spray too, was no longer fussy.
He ripped off my panties pantihose hung in tatters
Then bunged in his cock with a slap and a splatter.
His saucer-shaped eyes starring up were quite glassy,
As his one hand grasped ass, and the other my chassis.
The drool from his mouth dribbled all down his tie
To mix with our love juice, sometime, by and by.
My taunt swollen nipple he held twixt his teeth,
While his dick burrowed upwards from somewhere beneath.
His hand on my ass, I could not feel distincter,
I thought, till he entered his thumb in my sphincter.
He was chubby and short, but he really could jump,
As his dick 'gainst my cervix went bumpity-bump.
The bright crimson glow on his glistening bald pate,
Soon gave me to know he'd been desperate to mate.
He splayed me and played from under my chin
As he poked up, fell out, and jumped upward again.
Then I crouching lower my knees turned to jelly,
Felt his heat as he massaged his chest with my belly.
He spoke not a word, neither grunting nor groaning
Just silently gave me a masterful boning.
Then hooking a leg behind and pressing fore,
Till I tripped, and we fell and then screwed on the floor.
And wrapping thick fingers all 'round my soft neck
He gradually choked me exciting, by heck!
And jumping aboard me he hammered away,
While the milling crowd moved on, or watched our display.
His eyes, how they glittered, his nostrils were flaring,
His hips swiveled 'rounded like 'twere made with ball bearings.
In a flash or a twinkle, he twice made me cum
Him alone first and once when they stepped on his bum.
Then, "Hark!" As betwixt my thighs I heard a whistle,
He exploded inside, like a Tomahawk missile.
But I heard him declare, just before I blacked out,
"I come only at Christmas, and there's never no doubt!"
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Happy Holidays & Best Wishes for 2007 from Burnt Feathers.
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[Poem] The Shopper's Orgy, Or, The Saturnalia Before Christmas