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Christmas Stories

The collection of our annual Christmas stories (and Song) from our Christmas Special episodes.

Season 1, Christmas is Cumming, Ep. 1.11

The Prude Who Stole Christmas

2020 - Ennie (as suggested by "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" by Theodor S. Geisel / Dr. Suess)

Every man down in Footville liked feet a lot.
But the Prude, who lived just north of Footville, did NOT!

The Prude hated feet! The whole foot fetish.
Now, please don't ask why. No one knows why he didn't relish.

It could be head wasn't screwed on just right.
It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight.

But I think that the most likely reason of all,
May have been that his dick was 2 sizes too small.

Whatever the reason, his dick or his shoes,
He stood there on Christmas Eve, hating the toes.

Staring down from his cave with an uptight frown
At the foot worship session below in their town.

For he knew every man down in Footville beneath,
Was busy now hanging a mistleTOE wreath.

"And they're hanging their nylons!" he snarled with a sneer.
"Tomorrow is Christmas! It's practically here!"

Then he growled with his vanilla fingers nervously drumming,
"I must find some way to stop them from cumming!"

For tomorrow, he knew, all Ennie's footboys
Would wake bright and early. They'd rush for sex toys!
And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the noise! Noise noise NOISE!
That's one thing he hated: the moaning and groans.

Then the men, young and old, would sit down to a feast.
They'd lick and devour and suck on those feet.
They'd make out with toes, all ten, what a feast!
Which was something the Prude couldn't stand in the least.

And then they'd do something he liked least of all!
Every man down in Footville, the tall and the small,
Would stand close together with painful blue balls.

They'd stand cock-in-hand and the men would start begging.
They'd beg and they'd beg for the stinky foot smelling!

And the more the Prude thought of these men having pleasure
The more the Prude thought "I must take drastic measure!"

"Why for 53 years I've put up with it now!"
"I must stop them from cumming this Christmas, but how?"

Then he got an idea! An awful idea!
The Prude got a wonderfully awful idea!

"I know just what to do!" The Prude laughed in his throat,
And he made a quick latex outfit to wear.

And he chuckled and clucked, "What a great Prude-y trick."
"With this chain and this whip, I look just like those pricks."

"All I need is a fake Dom." The Prude looked around.
But since real Doms are scarce, there was none to be found.

Did that stop the old Prude? No! He simply said:
"If I can't find a Dom, I'll make a fake one instead!"
So he grabbed an old doll. Then he took some black thread,
And he tied a big collar and gagged his own head.

Then he loaded some bags and some old empty sacks
On a ramshackle sleigh, and then hitched up his doll.

Then the Prude said "Giddyap!" And the sleigh started down
Toward the homes where the men lay a-snooze in their town.

All their windows were dark, quiet snow filled the air.
All the men were all dreaming wet dreams without care.
When he came to the first little house on the square,

"This is stop number one" the old fake sub hissed.
And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist.

Then he slid down the chimney to steal all their fun.
He wanted it to stop, it bothered him tons.

He got stuck only once, for a moment or two,
Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue

Where sexy stockings all hung in a row.
"These nylons" he grinned "are the first things to go!"
Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile like a pro,
Around the whole room and took every dildo.

Took cock rings, massagers and anal wands!
Pocket pussies, butt plugs and all the mastur-balls!

And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Prude very nimbly
Stuffed all the bags one by one up the chimney.

Then he snuck into laptops and deleted the porn.
He took the videos, magazines, the customs and more!

He cleaned out that laptop with quickness and speed.
Why, that Prude even took all of their weed!

Then he stuffed all this shit up the chimney with glee.
"And NOW" grinned the Prude, "I will not let them be."

And the Prude grabbed the stuff and he started to shove,
When he heard a sweet voice sound like the coo of a dove.

He turned around fast, and he saw a sweet booty.
It turned out to be the Latina cutie!

The Prude had been caught by the lovely Miss Ennie,
Wearing no socks at all, with toes unlike any!

She started at the Prude and said "Oh honey, Why?"
But, you know, that old Prude was so smart and so slick,
He thought up a lie and he thought it up quick!

"Why my sweet Queen," the fake subby said,
"These toys are all dirty, you deserve new ones instead!
"So I'm taking them out to throw them away.
"I'll buy more from your list, later today."

And he thought this fib fooled the Queen who was sweet,
But she wasn't a fool, he was in for a treat!

She let him go to the dungeon, the old liar.
On their walls he left nothing but hooks and some wire.

She allowed him to take everything in the house,
As she plotted the best way to squish the sick louse!

It was a quarter past dawn... all the men still a-bed,
All the men still a-snooze, when he packed up his sled.

Packed it up with the plugs, the handcuffs and socks!
The whips and the paddles! The lube for their cocks!

Three thousand feet up, up the side of Mt. FuckIt
He rode with his load to the tiptop to dump it!

"Pooh pooh the subs," he was viciously humming.
"They're finding out now that no one will be cumming.

"They're just waking up! I know just what they'll do:
"Their balls will be blue, in a minute or two,
"Then the men down in Footville will all cry boo hoo!

"That's a noise," grinned the Prude, "that I simply MUST hear!"
So he paused. And the Prude put his hand to his ear.

And he did hear a sound rising over the snow.
It started in low. Then it started to grow.

But the sound wasn't sad! Why, this sounded merry!
It couldn't be so! But it was VERY MERRY!

He started down at Footville. The Prude popped his eyes!
Then he shook! What he saw was a shocking surprise!

Every man down in Footville, the tall and the small,
Was cumming! Without any toys at all!

He hadn't stopped all the footboys from cumming! They came!
Somehow or other, they came just the same!

And the Prude, with his feet ice-cold in the snow,
Stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so?

They came without lube. They came without saddles.
They came without whips, chains or paddles.

And he puzzled three hours, 'til his puzzler was sore.
Then the Prude thought of something he hadn't before.

"Maybe foot worship" he thought, "isn't bad at all?
"Maybe foot worship... perhaps... will help my little dick stand tall?

And what happened then? Well, in Footville, they say
That the Prude's small dick, grew three sizes that day!

And the minute his balls didn't feel quite so tight,
He whizzed with his load through the bright morning light.

And he brought back the toys! And the socks for the feast!
And he HIMSELF, the Prude, begged to worship her feet!

He couldn't believe, what she knew all along:
He'd be hooked on her feet, the desire too strong.

Once he saw the soft, wide, wrinkly soles
He'd be down on his knees bringing back what he stole.

The Prude's pride aside, knowing he was wrong,
Would forever be changed, the vanilla... all... gone.

A Visit from St. Nicholas
(T'was the Night Before Christmas)

2020 - TopToes (as suggested by the poem of the same name by Clement Clarke Moore)

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through her home,
Not a creature was stirring, she was quite alone;
Her stockings were flung on the top of a chair,
With no guest for the night she had left her legs bare.

Nobody to visit, just her and her wine,
She put on some music to help pass the time;
She thought about suitors she thought that she might,
But passed them all over for this silent night.

For Christmas is special, she thought to herself;
Tonight was a night for man, not an elf;
And if she could not find a man, not a boy,
She could always just open her drawer for a toy.

But the wine took ahold as she sat by the fire,
And soon in her chair for the night she'd retire;
It wasn't quite sugarplums that danced in her head;
She dreamt of her ankles tied up to her bed.

Her dirty mind wandered, her panties got wet,
She moaned and she writhed, our nocturnal coquette;
And that could have ended the tale of her night,
A vivid night vision of lurid delight.

But out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
She sprang from the bed to see what was the matter;
Away to the window she flew like a sprite,
Threw open the curtains, looked out on the night.

Moonlight on her breast as she gazed at the snow,
She peered in great wonder at what was below;
When, what did her wondering eyes down there spy,
But a red BMW, 8 series, Xi.

As she peered at the car, she glimpsed just so quick,
A vanity plate that spelled out "St. Nick".
More rapid than eagles he sped up the lane,
And he whistled, and shouted, on up to that dame;

"I've come with a gift for your Christmas, my VIXEN!
I'm here on this night with something you've been missin'".
"Do you think?" she yelled back, in a tone of dismissal
"Yes I do", he proclaimed, then he let out a whistle.

And then, she did hear, her ears not misled,
The strange sound of footsteps from over her head.
As she glanced t'ward the fire, and was turning around,
Down the chimney this suitor did come with a bound.

He was dressed all in red, in a fine tailored suit,
With a black pocket square, to match his fine boot.
And she stared at this stranger, quite froze in shock,
And her gaze met his zipper, and the size of his cock.

As it pressed on his trousers, so rigid and taught,
"Oh my god I must have it", was her only real thought.
But he startled her out of her lusting review,
As he said to her "here I have something for you."

As she looked up at him, concentration now broken
She saw in his hand that he'd brought a small token;
In a simple red box, tied neat with a bow,
"It's a gift", so he said, "for your legs, feet, and toe."

Now intrigued with his offering, held t'ward her gently.
She forgot for a moment, his odd mode of entry.
So she reached for the box with its ribbon so thin,
And she opened to gaze at the treasure within.

A gift most befitting a man of his ilk,
A beautiful stocking of gossamer silk;
With a seam down the back, and a fine Cuban heel,
Exquisite to look on, and equal to feel.

"I think you should try them, they're one of a kind;
I had them made special, with just you in mind."
"Oh aren't you a charmer? Quite full of yourself?"
"Oh no, I must credit my talented elf."

She giggle and looked at him with disbelief,
But he winked and he grinned with a bright flash of teeth.
Please just try them on once, and I'm sure you'll agree,
That you won't find a pair that fit so perfectly.

So she he strode to her room, out of sight of his eyes,
And she slipped the fine hosiery over her thighs;
And she slid her hand down her legs to her feet,
The sensation it caused made her heart start to beat.

And she padded back into the room with her guest,
And she wanted to tell him they were quite the best;
But she opened her mouth and her voice failed to sound,
As she entered the room he was turning around.

First she stared at his buttocks, then she stared at his chest,
He had taken off his jacket, his tie and his vest;
Her heart beat a flutter, her cheeks all a-flush,
She felt oh so giddy, like a girl with a crush.

Excited as she was, he was equally calm;
"They seem to fit perfect", he said with aplomb.
"But please may I feel them, they long for my touch;
I'll give you a foot rub, is that asking too much?"

She paused for a moment, she give a thought;
But the man had such magic, so she thought that she ought.
And she lounged on a chaise, and he cradled her feet,
And she sighed and cooed for his touch was so sweet.

And he rubbed and massaged from her toe to her heel,
And his touch made her moan and his touch made her squeal;
As he, one at a time, rubbed each soft tender toe,
She started to rouse with a warmth down below.

With and arch of her back and a thrust of her hip,
She pushed her foot forward 'til her toe touched his lip.
He gave it as kiss, and he gave it a lick,
And she begged and insisted, "please suck it, St. Nick."

So he parted his lips and he drew one toe in,
And with her other foot, she cradled his chin.
He sucked on each toe, and between with his tongue,
And he grasped the second foot after the one.

He rubbed ad he kissed and he licked and he sucked,
She moaned and she cooed and she writhed and she bucked.
His mouth and his tongue on her dainty, soft feet,
Her other foot search for his swollen thick meat.

He winked his blue eye and gave a wry grin,
And all on their own his pants fell to his shin.
She no longer questioned St. Nick's magic craft,
Just slid one silken foot up the length of his shaft.

His attentions increased, spurred on by her tease,
He sucked on each toe, then in twos and in threes;
His tongue slipped between, stretching silk oh so thin,
While waves of pleasure washed over her skin.

He sucked on each toe and he nibbled each foot,
But she found that her body just wouldn't stay put.
She writhed and she wriggled, she bent and did rock,
And then her whole body went rigid in shock.

In wave after wave, she started to cum;
He pressed on her arch with the tip of his thumb.
"I'm cumming I'm cumming", it happened so quick;
She shouted his name, "I'm cumming, St. Nick!"

She fell to the chaise, her body quite limp,
As he stole a quick kiss, that devious imp.
Then he turned out of sight as she lie in repose,
In the wink of an eye, up the chimney he rose.

He sprang to his car, to his horn gave a tap,
And he sped down the lane, like a quick victory lap.
But she heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

Mr. Dick

2020 - Ennie, sung by TopToes (to the tune of "You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch" by Albert Hague, Theodor S. Geisel)

You're a wee one, Mr. Dick
You really are so small
You're as tiny as an insect
And as charming as a ball, Mr. Dick
You're a small banana with a... deformed head

You're a micro, Mr. Dick
You're worms with a pee hole
Your head is just a joke
You've got shaming in your soul, Mr. Dick
I wouldn't touch you with my... nine-and-a-half foot pole

You're a vile one, Mr. Dick
You have laughable hard ons
You have all the girth and thickness
Of a pencil sharpened down, Mr. Dick
Given the choice between your miniscule endowment and a dirty splintered pencil stub...
I'd choose the pencil... all fucking day.

Season 3, The Oh Those Toes Christmas Special II, Ep. 3.44

The Littlest Christmas Cock

2022 - Ennie (as suggested by "The Littlest Christmas Tree" by Janie Jasin)

The littlest Christmas cock
Lived in a meadow of balls
Among a family of dicks
Almost all big and tall

He learned how to whisper
The big hard cock song
With the slightest of wind
Then came gently along.

He watched as they grew
Made a home out of holes
And couldn't wait till he too
Was used on some soles

For all of the dicks
Were offered a home
The BBC, the thick ones
All making girls moan

"I hate being little."
The little cock said.
"I can't even turn colors
Like the white one turns red."

I cant help the men
Like the mighty old horse
He spreads them all
With such intense force

The bigger cocks asked
"Do you know anything at all?
The story of a mighty dick
From the land with no balls

Little cock questioned
"A land with no balls?"
Yes! Said the big dick
Full of plastic and all!

A star appeared
Giving great light
Over a sex shop
On a long winter's night

A vibrator was born
King of all kings
And with him comes love
Over all lady things

He lived in a country
All filled with taboos
And laid down his life
To make women coo

Little cock thought of the gift
Given by him
Then the big cock said
With the happiest grin

We're not just cocks
But a reminder of that day
It's a much smaller part
Of that role that we play

For on Christmas Eve
My life I'll give up
I'll pump and I'll pump
Till I have no more fuck

And I lay dying
Like flaccid bum
She'll pull out the vibrator
And make herself cum

Among a warm fire
With family and friends
In the sweet songs of Christmas
I'll find my great end

Then ever so gently
She'll come down to see
And take me to heaven
Vibrator and me

"So you see little cock
We are not like the horse
Who spreads all things
With such intense force

Nor are we
Like the white one in fall
Whose colors leave many
Dripping in awe

The gift that we give
Is ourselves, rim to rim
The greatest honor
As an ode to him"

The little cock
bowed his head and cried
and thought of the Vibrator
Who willingly died

For what greater gift
Can anyone give
Than to lay down your life
When you wanted to live

A swelling of pride
Came over the Little dick
Can all of this happen
With a tiny prick?

Can I really bring pleasure?
By starting the moan?
Even though she has a vibrator
And can cum on her own?

With this thought Little Cock
Began furiously pumping
Happy and proud
To be used for something

You can still hear them cumming
Even the smallest in height
Hoping at Christmas
She'll say, "You're alright".

A Reunion with St. Nicholas
(T'was the Day After Christmas)

2022 - TopToes (as suggested by "A Visit from St. Nicholas" by Clement Clarke Moore)

'Twas the day after Christmas, a nice sunny day,
The tree skirt was empty, the gifts were away;
The stockings he gifted, sat alone by the fire,
A reminder of him, and his yuletide desire;

She took them in hand, so silken in nude,
And immediately found herself struck with a mood;
"I have to go find him", she said to herself,
"I just need to see him, my suave Christmas elf."

So she put on the stockings, red heels, and a dress,
And she fixed up her makeup, she would not look a mess;
And away into town, she drove with intent,
but hadn't a clue how she'd find her fine gent.

But she drove with resolve, in her quest she'd not stop,
so she drove through the hamlet, t'ward the old coffee shop,
When, what to her great delight did she spy,
But that red BWM, 8 series, Xi.

As she gazed in the car, her breath soon drew quick,
As she glimpsed at the plate that spelled out "St. Nick".
More rapid her breath, and her cheeks all a flush,
She spun her car 'round, and parked in a rush;

As she leapt from her car, and she gazed all around
"Oh how will I find him, in all of down-town?"
So she looked t'ward the shops, and she looked t'ward the green,
But her suitor in red, was nigh to be seen.

On the nearest park bench, she sat down in despair.
And she thought to herself, "now this isn't fair."
"I've tracked him to town, I know he's so near."
"But where will I find him, I've lost him, I fear."

But as her mind wandered, her heel it did slip,
And it bobbed and it bounced as she dangled and dipped.
Her pump gently perched, on the tip of her toe,
Gently rocked back and forth, and it swung to and fro.

And then, from beyond her, she heard footsteps fall.
She glanced o'er her shoulder, and across the green mall.
And there silhouetted, in warm morning glow,
She saw there before here, her holiday beau.

He was dressed all in green, with a coat colored toffee,
And he held in each hand, a warm cup of coffee;
As he strode up toward her, and he gave her a wink.
"I'm glad that I saw you, I bought you a drink."

His eyes - how they twinkled! His dimples how sweet!
She looked him all over, from head to his feet!
So tall and so handsome, she drank him all in;
From the tone of his arms, to the cleft in his chin.

But her eyes quickly fixed, just south of his belt,
For the piece he was packing was making her melt;
As she gazed at his bulge, so long as so thick,
"I'm sorry for staring, you've such a nice dick!"

He chuckled aloud, a wry smile on his face,
"Well it's chilly out here, let's go back to your place."
And they ran to his car, just as quick as they could,
Then they sped out of sight, back to her neighborhood.

And soon would they find themselves back in her bed,
As visions of two nights past danced in her head.
She couldn't believe it, he really was back,
She'd found her St. Nick, now was eying his sack!

And she leaned in toward him, and hitched up her frock,
And she whispered to him, "God, I need that big cock!"
With a hand on her stocking, and the bare skin beyond,
He soothed her leg gently, so loving and fond.

Then he spoke reassuring, as he cradled her leg;
So she listened intently, though was ready to beg;
"There's still Christmas magic, in those stockings you wear,"
"So I want you to trust me, I have something to share."

Then he unzipped his trousers, and he lifted her feet,
And he placed her soft arches either side of his meat;
And to her great surprise, she felt warmth down below,
And her clitoris tingled, as his head brushed her toe.

Every touch is his penis, on her soft stockinged soles,
Sent a jolt to her pussy, as her excitement rose;
Each stroke and each thrust, she felt deep inside;
With amazement and wonder, she moaned and she sighed.

She couldn't believe it; this magical treat;
She felt him inside side her, as he fucked just her feet;
And she felt it completely, his length and his girth,
While he thrust 'tween her tootsies, for all he was worth.

And he rocked with his hips, as he'd thrust at her hole,
As she cradled, and fondled, her toes on at his pole;
And her back was a-bow, and her arches gripped tight,
And to see her hips bucking, was indeed quite a site.

For she thrust at thin air, not a body to meet,
For his pelvis was occupied, down at her feet;
So she stared at his cock, as it slid 'tween her soles,
No longer concerned, that he'd not filled her holes.

This magical act, of sexual skill,
Had her writhing and squirming, a slave to his will;
Wetter and wetter, she started to drip,
As her feet danced upon him, from ballsack to tip.

Her soft silken arches, slid over his shaft,
Moving up it and down it, to forward and aft;
"These stockings, my God", she thought to herself;
Or was it the skill, of her tall Christmas elf?

But her question so soon, to her bliss did defer,
To a powerful orgasm building in her;
As she felt every movement, each thrust and withdraw,
Her pleasure kept building, to her shock and awe.

And her orgasm built, and her body did rock,
As he gripped at her insteps, and thrust with his cock;
"Oh My God" she exclaimed, in a climax so sweet,
"I'm cumming so hard, from you fucking my feet."

And he thrust and he thrust, as she came and she came,
As he fucked her soft arches, her pussy aflame;
In wave after wave, and she tightened her grip,
"Oh my god I'm still cumming, still cumming, St. Nick!"

And as she convulsed there, he finally had his,
And he covered her feet, in a torrent of jizz;
It sprayed on her ankles, and dripped from her toes,
A little drop just barely splashed on her nose.

And she flopped on the bed, lying prone, full spent,
Still in great disbelief, just to some small extent;
What had happened, his magic, she could not reconcile,
But her puzzlement ended, with a glimpse of his smile.

"But St. Nick," she did ask, "will you leave just the same?"
She felt warm down below, as she uttered his name;
"You visited once, and I found you again,"
"But the next time I see you, I do not know when."

"I will always be with you, in magical form";
"Just put on the stockings, when you need to get warm";
"They're my gift to you, to use thr'out the year";
"But I will return, you have not to fear."

Then he hitched up his pants, and he buttoned them straight,
"I'm sorry my Vixen, but the hour grows late."
"But as long as your good, and if you just believe,"
"I'll visit each Christmas, I'll come Christmas Eve."

Season 4, Christmas is Cumming 3: Our Annual Holiday Special, Ep. 4.36

At Christmas

2023 - Ennie (original poem)

Hello my sweet
It's Christmas Day!
It's time for gifts
And time to play

No, I don't mean
A game of chess
or cards or boards
or all that mess

I mean to tease
And drain your balls
And have you edge
Until you fall

We'll start to kiss
And heavy pet
Your mouth will drool
As I get wet

I'll take a seat
Remove my heels
You'll smell my feet
So good it feels

You'll spend some time
Inhaling deep
At tad bit strange
To some a creep

But I'll assure you
Throughout the night
To worship toes
Is quite alright

Warm in your mouth
My soft round toes
You lick and suck
My big wide soles

I'll stretch your mouth
You'll open wide
I'll fit all five
My foot inside

You'll be surprised
At my delight
But after all
Its Christmas night

You then move up
To kiss my thigh
Feels so good
I could just die

My moans get loud
My body squirms
I grab that cock
So big and firm

You squeeze my clit
Between your lips
My mind explodes
My pussy drips

You lift your head
And give a grin
My juices dripping
Off your chin

Your sexy giggle
Makes me blush
I came so hard
It's such a rush

So now I'm left
With work to do
It's time for me
To pleasure you

I lay you down
Across the floor
Toes in your mouth
Cause you want more

As you worship
My big toe
I'll milk your cock
Like I'm a pro

My feet wrap down
Around your dick
You want to come
But you can't pick

Inside me,
My mouth or feet
You know you're in
For such a treat

You try to hold
As if you could
Your balls release
Fucked so damn good

And that my love
Is my gift to you
A true foot fetishist
Through and through

Have a Foot Fetishy Christmas

2023 - Ennie, performed by Rocketman (as suggested by "Holly Jolly Christmas" by Johnny Marks)

Have a foot fetishy Christmas
It's the best time of the year
Now I don't know if there'll be hose
Maybe some nylon sheer

Have a foot fetishy Christmas
And when you walk down the street
Say hello to all the those soles
And every cutie's feet

Ho ho the pretty toes
Are out where you can see
Somebody gets foot jobs
Kiss her toes for me

Have some sexy feet at Christmas
And in case you didn't hear
Oh by golly have some soles and toes at Christmas
This year

Tip all the foot models
Showing off their feet
Maybe they'll let you touch
Suck her toes for me

Have a foot fetishy Christmas
And in case you didn't hear
Oh Those Toes will keep you cumming loads at Christmas
This year

How the Freak Saved Dickville

2023 - TopToes (as suggested by "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" by Theodor S. Geisel / Dr. Suess
including parts of "You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch" by Albert Hague, Theodor S. Geisel)

Every Fuck Down in Dickvile liked fucking a lot...
But the Freak, Who lived just north of Dickvile, Did NOT!
The Freak hated fucking! Could not stand the act!
Now, no one knows why. Just that it's a fact.

It could be his head wasn't screwed on just right.
It could be, perhaps, that his pants were too tight.
But most think that the most likely reason of all,
May have been that his dick was three sizes too small.

Whatever the reason, His prick or his pants,
He hated the Fucks, and their lewd bedroom dance.
Staring down from his cave with a sour, Freaky frown,
At the hot steamed-up windows below in their town.

For he knew every Fuck down in Dickville you see,
Was busy now, banging, and screwing, with glee.
"And they're fucking their partners!" he snarled with a sneer,
"And Tomorrow's their Orgy! It's practically here!"
Then he growled, with his Freak fingers nervously drumming,
"I MUST find some way to stop these Fucks from cumming!"

For Tomorrow, he knew, all the Fucks in a throng,
Would rush to the orgy. They'd fuck all night long!
And then! Oh, the moans! Oh, the moans!
Moans! Moans! Moans!
That's one thing he hated! The Moans!
Moans! Moans! Moans!!"

They would fuck in the center, and fuck in the square.
No escape for the Freak; cuz they'd fuck EVERYWHERE!
And THEN They'd do something He liked least of all!
Every Fuck down in Dickville, the tall and the small,
Would stand close together, with cock and balls swinging.
They'd stand hand-in-hand. And the Fucks would start singing!
They'd sing! And they'd sing! And they'd SING!

And the more the Freak thought of this Fuck Orgy Sing,
The more the Freak thought, "I must stop this whole thing!"
"Why, for forty-some years I've put up with it now!"
"I MUST stop this Orgy from coming! But HOW?"
Then he got an idea! An awful idea!

"I know just what to do!" The Freak laughed in his chest.
And he made a quick harness and a black leather vest.
And he chuckled, and clucked, "Oh what a fine fit!"
"When they see this great outfit, they'll just lose their shit!"!"

And he went to his closet, and he tore through his goods,
And he pulled out a paddle, some rope, and some hood.
THEN He loaded some bags, with more toys and more leather,
And he threw in some stockings, and some heels for good measure.!"

Then the Freak grinned a grin, an idea in his head,
and he walked t'ward the homes where the Fucks lay in bed.!"

All their windows were dark. Quiet snow filled the air.
All the Fucks were all dreaming lust dreams without care.
When he came to the first little house on the square.!"

"Oh yes this one will do," as the Freak looked inside,
As he peered through the window, his eyes opened wide.
And he gazed the Fuck-girl who was sleeping within.
Dressed in black lingerie, to his Freaky chagrin."

You're a strange one, Mr. Freak
You really are bizarre
Your heart is full of pervy thoughts
Your soul is full of lust
Mr. Freak
Heading down into town
to execute your nasty plan, of...
"Sneak, Peak, Freak!"

"Oh yes this one, I think, might be kinky, a bit"
"Just look at those stockings, the whole sexy outfit!"
So he slipped in unnoticed, with great quiet and stealth.
And he slunk to her bedside, and he played with himself;
And worked himself up as he gazed at her soles.
and he pumped his Freak pole, as he leered as her toes.

But he stopped himself short, his true mission in sight,
It was not just cheap pleasure he came for that night.
So he opened his sack and pulled out a gag,
Then reached in and pulled out some rope from his bag.
And he bound her and gagged her and trussed her up neat.
With his long freaky fingers, he tickled her feet.
And he tickled her legs, and he ticked her side.
And she sprung up and giggled, her eyes open wide.!"

Then he heard the soft sound of a creaking floorboard.
He turned around fast, and so soon he was floored!
Little Cindy-Lou Fuck, who was just five-foot-two,
Turned to look at the Freak, and she said "Who are you?"
The Freak had been caught by this tiny roommate,
He considered to flee before it was too late.!"

She stared at the Freak and said, "Is it my turn?"
"This scene is so sexy, with a passion I burn."
Now the Freak was surprised, but that old Freak was slick,
He grabbed some more rope and he tied her up quick!
"Why, my sweet little thot," said the Freak as he rose,
"I will tickle your feet, while you suck on her toes."!"

And the curious Fuck, with the curl on her head,
Started licking and slurping, while tied up in the bed.
And the other Fuck girl, in the black lingerie,
Made soft moaning sounds through the gag in the way.
The Freak dug through his bag, and he pulled out a crop.
And he stepped to the bed and he climbed up on top.
And he teased them, and spanked them, and tickled some more.
And they rolled off the bed and fell onto the floor.!"

And the Freak and these Fucks fooled around through the night
Many orgasms had, before morning's first light
But not once did the Freak put his dick in a Fuck.
He tickled, and teased, and their toes he did suck.!"

The rest of the Fucks in the morning arose,
And the neighbor-Fuck spied the Freak sucking on toes.
And the word spread through Dickville, of the Freak so obscene.
And a crowd gathered outside to watch this strange scene.
And the Fucks, standing round just watching the show,
Stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be so?"
"They came without pounding! They came without Dicks!"
"They seemed to enjoy contents of the Freak's bag of tricks!"
And they stood there for hours, confused and amazed.
Then the Fucks started getting all horny and crazed!!"

So they pulled out their dicks, and they reached in their pants.
And the Fuck-girls, turned on, how their fingers did dance.
And the Fuck-boys were stroking their big Fuck-boy poles.
And Fuck-girls all fingered their wet Fuck-girl holes.!"

"Maybe Sex," they all thought, "isn't just hittin' it."
"Maybe Sex... perhaps... offers some Freaky ass shit!"
And what happened then? Well...in Dickville they say,
That the Freak's tiny prick Grew three sizes that day!
For he'd taught all the Fucks down in Dickville we think,
How to find their own Freak, and explore their own kink,
And he grabbed Cindy-Lou, on the bed threw her down!
And he, HE HIMSELF! Fucked her, the Freak went to town!

Top and Ennie's Coming to Town

2023 - Rocketman (as suggested by "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" by J. Fred Coots, Haven Gillespie)

You better jack off
Let the semen fly
You better cum loads I'm telling you why
Top and Ennie's Coming to Town

They're talking to models
Talking about feet
Now listen up you're in for a treat
Top and Ennie's Coming to Town

They see you masturbating
Sucking toes, give or take
Getting Footjobs and pedals pumped
So just come for goodness sake

You better wank off
Give ball busting a try
You better lick soles I'm telling you why
Top and Ennie's Coming to Town

Ah let's go

Barefoot, high heels or sandals
Stockings and hosiery
And maybe crocs, oops maybe not
Pretty feet for you and me

You better jack off
Squirt and let it fly
Get your balls crushed I'm telling you why
Top and Ennie's Coming to Town

You better wank off
Get a Foot JOI
Worship those feet I'm telling you why
Top and Ennie's Coming
And if you've been masturbating to their voices all this time
Now you're cumming in town