Twas the night before Christmas.
And all through the house.
Nothing was stirring.
Except this horny mouse.

My Dad would be Santa,
As is our tradition.
It is nearly the time,
Set my plan to fruition.

He'll be placing our presents,
Down under the tree.
The surprise will be his,
As I present me.

I'm sneaking my way
And I stopped on the stair
He froze in his place
As my body was bare

He stared at my breasts
Much more than a glance
And I did the same
At the bulge in his pants

My father is huge
I've seen Mom take it all
I've dreamed of this night
Despite the pitfall

I took a big chance
Put my arms round his neck
I gave him a kiss
It was more than a peck

I knew he was mine
He just lost control
I reached down his pants
For Santa's North pole

Off came those straps
His pants hit the floor
I dropped to my knees
Not one second more

Was as big as I thought
And hard as a rock
I pulled Santa's sac
As I sucked on his cock

I swallowed it deep
Its gagging long length
Dad fought not to cum
With all of his strength

My sweet darling girl
Do you want me to stop
I reached for his beard
And pulled him on top

I started to squirm
As my fires were lit
He kissed down my body
And sucked on my clit

He dug his tongue deep
As I leaked on the floor
I was ready to cum
But I needed more

I started to grind
My cunt in his face
I grabbed both his ears
As he picked up his pace

Stared down at his cock
I watched as it dripped
That massive long thing
That I have worshipped

I pulled on his ears
His face glistened from me
Wrapped my fist round his cock
It was thick as a tree

Positioned myself
Said oh daddy please
Make love to me now
As I spread wide my knees

He eased his cock in
Was stretching me wide
Amazed by myself
As that thing went inside

We started to fuck
Said Oh baby girl
Am ready to cum
My toes start to curl

Slammed my feet on the floor
As he grabbed my bum
I nearly went white
As he filled me with cum

We laid for a bit
In each others arms
Then jumped from the sound
Of our bedroom Alarms

We got quickly dressed
Met Mom at the tree
What's up with you girl
You seem more than glee

It might be the glow
Of the fireplace flame
Or could it just be
I know Santa Claus Came.