It was Christmas eve at the virgin town of Whoville. The streets were embellished with all sorts of yuletide decorations. It was stereotypical: colorful lights tacked on the outside walls of houses, carolers invading properties to the snowmen with big dongers and balls. Festivity surely engulfed the quiet neighborhood.
All the townsfolks inside were enjoying their feast of holiday roast and rockin' around the Christmas tree to jaunty jingles, being all merry and gay. Some, even, would just chill and roast their nuts by the fireplace. And of course, Their little children who would eagerly await opening their wrapped presents given by, who they assumed to be, Santa Claus. But obviously, common sense made them believed it was just a sick ploy brewed by their parents and pedophile uncles.
Amidst the joyous atmosphere the town was displaying, there's always that one cunt who would prefer the contrary. And that asshole was The Grinch.
The Grinch hated Christmas to the bones. He's such a party pooper, he would defecate on the snow and form it into snowballs, selling it to kids afterwards and watch them throw his green crap at their faces while fisting his shit dispenser.
He had many reasons to hate Christmas though. Since he was a baby, during Christmas, he was disposed and disowned by his parents for being a fugly infant with puke green pubes covering his body. He was circumcised during the holidays too without his consent, preventing him from making snow angels without giving them periods due to the velvet leakage of his stitched terraformed Hanukkah schlong.
But what pissed him off the most; His main reason for hatred was when Santa's senile ass put fruity scented condoms instead of actual candy inside his Christmas stockings. That drove The Grinch to the edge. He exiled himself on a mountain, in a log cabin with his dog, loathing.
It was the usual evening for the grumpy individual. The snowy, moonlit night air and wispy clouds covering the sky was his favorite ambiance for his loathing session. As he grungily stare at the town below, he noticed his ill mannered dog, Max, shat on his Santa poster used as a floor mat. The shitshow turned him on. The green meanie loved seeing Santa getting turd dropped on his hairy face. In fact, Anything that would provide discomfort to the old saint was a trigger for the Grinch's horniness. Now, Max's scene maximized his urge to masturbate and let out a pissed one.
"Confound Christmas!" The Grinch sneered as he wanked "Shit on Saint Nick, Max Ugh"
Max shat more of his putrid dung onto the poster with satisfying squirts of intestinal melody - which made The Grinch speed up his juicy jerk.
"That's it Max! Let it exit you smoothly... Ooh yah!"
For a short time later, The Grinch finally availed his steamy cumming, shooting all of his load on the poster - Covering the illustrated Santa with both dog feces and green Grinch spunk.
"Good Job, Max" congratulated The Grinch "Take this as your reward..."
He levelled his cock, that was still oozing with his ropey semen, at his dog and the canine instantly got the message. It rushed towards The Grinch, tail wagging with excitement, and slobbered all over it's owner's girthy corncob pipe. For a guy who hated Christmas, The Grinch hypocritically knows how to celebrate it by bonding with his dog - since that's what Christmas was all about.
After what just happened, The Grinch readied himself for bed, putting on an eye mask. It was a quiet evening, perfect for a deep snooze but it was all ruined when something big and heavy fell from his roof, bursting through the ceiling like the kool aid mascot. It looked like a walking swollen anus. Turns out, it was actually a red robed man with a sack, Nutsack!
"Jumpin' Jiminy!" awoke the Grinch. His head slewed around in surprise. "Who dare trespass the Grinch's lair!?"
"Hoe ho ho" The invading being blurted.
With that response, The Grinch's fearful eyes ripped through the shielding mask. He knew that sound. That was the terrifying howl he would hear every Christmas eve. It was the call of the Claus.
"Yipes! It's Mr. Santa" The Grinch squirmed out of his bed.
Santa caught sight of the green being's sporadic episode. Walking calmly but bombastically loud, with each step of his boots sounded like wet farts, towards the Grinch, He politely asked.
"Excuse me, good sir... Would you mind telling me where the bathroom is? I'm heavily constipated and in dire need for some anal relief"
The Grinch's eyes bore through the old man. "I shit outside! And why did you choose my abode, of all places, to be your shit stop!"
Santa laughed at the grinchy retort. "Hoho... My sleigh finally gave up after years of carrying my fat ass, I ripped through my ride and fell conveniently at your house..."
It seemed the Grinch wasn't really paying attention for he was already near the exit, carrying his dog and a few necessities on his way out.
Santa's smile subsided slightly at his host's disrespectful departure. He paused, eyes narrowed at the escaping green man. The guy looked familiar. That's right! He did knew him. Santa read about him in a book, How the Grinch stole my virginity, when he was just a wee lad with a wee wiener.
"Wait! Aren't you the Christmas hating Grinch!?"
The Grinch was now in a state of panic. He tried to open the door but it won't budge. In a flash, Santa was already behind him.
"Where do you think you're going?..." Santa inquired in a low, growly masculine voice. "Baby girl?... "
The Grinch spun around to find out that he's trapped. Both of Santa's arms were resting on the wall, blocking his sides if ever he'd try to run. Like that was necessary, being pinned at gunpoint by the old man's big bulge was enough.
"W-w-hat are y-you going to do to me?..." asked the Grinch, blushing for he caught a glimpse of Santa's sexy blue Aryan eyes sparkled like the star on a Christmas tree.
Saint Nick grinned; driving his dried lips to the Grinch's dirty ear canal and gave it a breathy response.
"With this one Christmas eve... I would do anything to make you fall in love with Christmas... "
Santa's warm voice made the Grinch wet. His ears were soaked with dripping lines of melted yellow earwax.
As a foreshadowing of what was to come for the rest of the night, the fat man began to lick that ear stream clean.
"Do your worst!" The Grinch responded to Santa's threat. "You'll never make me love Christmas!"
"Oh we'll see about that, lover!" Santa said, lifting the Grinch up his shoulder then gave him a slap on his right asscheek.
"Oho!" The surprised Grinch reacted. He almost shat guac out of his arse with that one.
The Christmas icon carried his soon to be mate to the bedroom where he capsized the green man on the mattress, butt facing the sky thicker than Mrs. Santa Claus.
Santa ripped off his mall costume and unveiled his oiled up morbidly obese dadbod.
After he yanked his thong off, what displayed below was a stunning presentation of Santa's throbbing south pole and baggy toy sack - that has two balls inside, guess you can also call it his ballsack.
His groin and hips were covered with the silky shrubbery of wispy fringed pubic hair that frothed out wildly around his bull-necked penis.
"Santa! What are planning to do!" The Grinch asked
"HOHO, homo please... Like you don't know" Santa explained "I am a toy maker... and I'm gonna make a fucktoy outta you"
Saint Nick then jumped in bed and uncover Grinch's ass, locating the anus hidden in the woolly buttcheeks. But, it looked like it was a struggle for the Grinch's ass was an untamed lawn.
"Egad! This requires some mowing!" remarked the Claus. He proceeded to yank off pieces of the Grinch's ass hair in order to unearth the green shit pit, ripping follicles off like gift wrappings.
"Let's see what I get this Christmas" said Santa, enthusiastically
Soon after, the anus was uncovered and was puckering up for a kiss, sort of having mistletoes above it.
Santa thought it was the most divine bunghole he'd ever seen. Something that would be conceived in a manger and have three kings bear it gifts.
Time was not wasted for Kris Kringle inserted his dill pickle inside the Grinch's smelly Grinch ditch complete with Christmas spirit.
"Oh the Who-manity!" The Grinch moaned as his asshole received it's Christmas present. A present wrapped in foreskin.
"God! You're a tight one, Mr. Grinch!" Santa gritted his teeth. "You really are a squeeze!"
Not only was the anus super tight, it was freezing as well. Tighter and colder than both Jack Frost and the Yeti's iron grip, jacking you off combined.
"Baby! It's cold inside!" Saint Nick withdrew his abominable dong.
"Looks like this asshole needs to loosen up a bit... Cherish the Christmas season"
Santa then reached in his gift bag and took out two huge candy cane.
"Sweets for my sweet... Sugar for your bummy!" Santa Claus sang.
The candy canes, afterwards, were shoved inside the Grinch's rectal roadway, turning it into candy cane lane. The candies' curved parts hooked on the edges of the anus as Santa pulled the flesh open sideways in the way of an experienced doctor.
Santa kept candy fucking the Grinch, twirling it all around until his anal rim was gaping. It was so loose it was literally streaming with fecal perspiration.
The candies' cleanliness wasn't salvaged also for they were now covered with greenish veggie crap.
"Whoa! I've seen Candy canes dipped in chocolate before, but dipped in wasabi!?" Santa expressed his amazement.
The good sex finally commenced as the Grinch's stretched asshole took in the Choo Choo of Saint Nick's Polar Express. The assaulting penis was swallowed up in the gloom.
The feeling was now benefiting the two horny lovers. With his hole pulled twice its circumference, the Grinch could savor the entire holiday girth and the true meaning of Christmas. Him and his asshole were starting to soften up for this olden tradition, except his Grinch dick as it was hardening.
"Santa Baby! I've been a naughty girl!" The Grinch bellowed, giving in from pleasure. "So hurry down and punish my chimney tonight!"