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Disclaimer:  If you believe in Santa Claus, don't read this story.  Get 
help.

             REJECTED BY PENTHOUSE FORUM:
              A VERY REJECTED CHRISTMAS
                          by OddManOut

WELL-ENDOWED WAIF WASSAILS ALL NIGHT LONG

Dear Penthouse Forum,
I am an avid reader of your magazine, but I never in my wildest dreams 
thought that the stories you print could ever happen to me.  That is, 
never until last Christmas eve!

First, let me describe myself.  I am a twenty-one year old college 
student at a large midwestern university.  Even though I was a 
cheerleader in high school, and won several beauty pageants, I never 
managed to get any dates, because guys always seemed too nervous to come 
up to me.  Incredibly, this situation left me a virgin at 21 in spite of 
my blonde, 5'8", 36C-22-36 frame.

When school let out for the holidays, I decided that, rather than go 
home to celebrate with my parents, I would instead take a Christmas trip 
to Fort Lauderdale with my roommate, Pam.  Pam is 20 years old, and has 
never had any trouble getting men for sex.  I can't blame her, either, 
since she has a perfect, tight body with long straight black hair.  It 
was Pam who convinced me that Fort Lauderdale would be excellent, as we 
would be able to catch all the hot guys partying over Christmas break.  
"Who knows, Lisa?"  She said with a knowing smile as she stuffed a 
week's supply of crotchless panties into her bag.  Maybe even you will 
get lucky!"

Unfortunately, we hadn't realized that winter in Florida means the rainy 
season, and if there were any hot guys to be found, it wasn't out on the 
beach or by the pool.  "Oh, Pam!"  I wailed, "I'll never even find a guy 
to break my body's tamper-proof seal now!"

"Cheer up," she replied, "at least it's Christmas.  Look!  I got you a 
gift!"  Pam tossed a cucumber-shaped present on my bed.

"Thanks, Pam," I replied lustily, "but I would have preferred three 
kings, bringing frankencense, myrrh, and three big juicy cocks to 
deflower my orgasmic orchid."

Pam was just about to reply, when we heard a faint jingling sound coming 
from outside our room.  Running to investigate, we both stopped and 
gaped.  On the roof of our hotel, an old fat man was trying to squeeze 
into the rooftop vent!  "Stop!"  Pam cried, her braless breasts bouncing 
as she called to the man.

As soon as he heard us yelling, he turned around in surprise and looked 
at us.  As he stared at our rapt, nubile bodies, I became lost in the 
jolly twinkle of his eyes, and I could feel my nipples becoming as hard 
as two fesceninne fruitcakes of lust.  Normally, I'm not attracted to 
older guys, but this man had a spring in his step, a twinkle in his eye, 
and an air of virility that belied his enormous paunch.  He reminded me 
of Sean Connery, but with a bigger beard.

Pam must have been thinking the same thing I was, because she 
immediately took the initiative and asked him, "Well, are you just going 
to sit there and squeeze yourself into the air conditioning vent, or are 
you going to come over here and go down a pair of 
much more willing chimneys?"

Quick as a wink, the old man pulled himself out of the pipe and whisked 
himself to our sides.  "Ho ho ho!"  He cried, "I hope you two have been 
good little girls, because I'm about to stuff both your slippery 
stockings to overflowing!!!"

Hearing the old man's sexy words, I knew this would be a Christmas like 
never before, for I would finally get the one present I had always 
dreamed of:  A juicy sex-box packed to its capacity with hot, pulsing 
yule log!

We piled into our room and tore off each other's clothing, until the 
only thing left that any of us was wearing was the man's red pom-pom ski 
hat, which Pam said she liked.  When we were all naked, Pam turned to me 
and said "Now watch, Lisa, because I'm going to show you how to give the 
perfect blow job."  She then turned on her heels and sank to her knees, 
gobbling the man's North Pole all the way down to the equator.  I 
watched in awe as she licked and sucked until his soft sapling became a 
tall Tannenbaum.  Just as he was about to give Pam a white Chrismas, she 
took her mouth away and said "Not yet, stud, you need to save your seed 
for my friend here.  You see, she's a virgin, and you're going to be the 
surgeon!"

I was mortified when I heard Pam say this, but when the man laughed with 
a jolly "Ho ho ho!", I knew that I would willingly surrender my 
snowdrift to the long schlong of the seductive stranger.  Spreading my 
legs, I gave him my sexiest smile, and in a husky voice, I cooed, "Well, 
what are you waiting for?  Come on over and stuff that red-
nosed reindeer of yours up my wet winter wonderland!!!"

He didn't need any more encouragement than that.  Before I could say 
"Rum-pa-bum, bum", he was between my legs, stretching my drum.  He was 
pressing hard, and it felt uncomfortable, but I just lay there and took 
it while Pam egged him on.

"Go on, push it into her!  Show her why it's the merriest time of the 
year!!!"  Pam cried as she nipped at his nipples like Jack Frost.  On 
hearing this, he laughed another jolly laugh, which set his belly 
shaking like a whole bowl full of grape-flavored KY.  The rippling 
effect looked sexy on him, and within no time at all, my body relaxed 
enough for his piston to penetrate my tight, tinsel-clad tunnel.  Once 
he was in, he began to move in earnest, running his turgid toboggin back 
and forth quickly as I locked my legs around his hips.  Pam, not wanting 
to be left out of the action, reached down behind him and began to roast 
his chestnuts above my open fire.  This turned the old 
man on even further, and as his sugarplums danced in Pam's hands, he 
grabbed my two turtledoves and began to pound his partridge into my 
burning bush.

Soon, it all became too much for me to take.  Tensing my back and 
grabbing my prurient partner's lushly large love handles, I closed my 
eyes and screamed my first Noel as he continued to feed my eager beaver 
more of his love-lumber.  "You're such a good little elf," he said 
between thrusts as my star fell back to earth.  I guessed the old 
man was into Dungeons and Dragons, which didn't really turn me on, but 
who am I to argue with the guy who gives me my first orgasm?

"Now, Lisa, take him in your mouth!"  Pam shouted, eager to have me 
consummate my corruption with the codgy caroler.  Always eager to follow 
instructions, I disengaged my well-fucked wassail from his still-rigid 
Red Rider and slurped it into my mouth.  I could taste my own figgy 
pudding as I took him in, but that only made me feel sexier.  
I tried to do everything I had seen Pam do earlier, sucking on the old 
guy's candy cane like it was a lollipop, then relaxing my throat and 
taking it in until my chin brushed against his twin sacks of Xmas 
ecstasy.  Before long, he became more and more excited as I brought him 
closer to the reason for the season.

"Ho, ho, ho, HO, HO, HOHOHOHOHO!  Look out, little girl, because this 
year, CHRISTMAS COMES EARLY FOR YOU!!!"  With that exclaimation, the old 
man grabbed my hair and filled my mouth with rich, warm sperm nog.  
Trying to remain in the spirit, I dutifully swallowed all I could, but a 
little bit dribbled out the side of my mouth and made a sleigh trail 
down my chin.

As we all relaxed and recovered with a glass of milk and cookies, we 
tried to get the old man to go again with us, but he begged off, saying 
that he was flying around the world that night.  "But it's not fair!"  I 
said with a pout, "I was just getting started with you, 
and now you have to go!!!"

"Oh ho ho, you don't have to stop with me gone,"  he replied, his belly 
shaking obscenely, "Why don't you open the present your nice friend got 
you?"  I had forgotten Pam's present, but now that he mentioned it, I 
realized with a shock that I never got a chance to see what it was.  I 
greedily tore off the wrapper to find that Pam had gotten me the present 
I had secretly dreamed about for the past six months:  A double-headed 
dildo for us to simultaneously slip into our saucy slots!  "Oh Pam, how 
could you know!"  I moaned as we prepared to burn the candle at both 
ends, "This is the best Christmas ever!  Thank you!"

"And thank you too!"  Pam said to the old man, but to our surprise, we 
found that he was gone.  And I thought that guys liked to watch lez 
stuff, too.  We ran to the door and opened it, but he was already out of 
sight.  All we could hear was his jolly voice, calling into the warm 
Florida night:

"Ho ho ho!!! Merry Christmas to all, and to all a long night of non-stop 
pumping of your purple-helmeted toy soldiers into your hot, 
honey-dripping gingerbread houses and tight red poinsetta buds!!  On 
Dancer, on Prancer, on Stripper and Vixen!  On Fairy, on Cherry, on 
Hefner and Nixon!  Fly away, fly away, into the night, we'll fuck the 
whole world before Christmas day light!!!"

-Name and address withheld


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