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- I didn't write this and I don't know who did. This is a very amusing piece
- posted by someone when a rather silly message chain started up about smurfs.
- It's not exactly erotic (unless you're a pervert like me!) but it's very
- funny!
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- It's time to tell the truth about Smurfs.
-
- You see, Smurfs are a lot like other folks; they have dreams and
- ambitions, deep, thoughtful conversations with each other, and
- good and bad times.
-
- "But," people ask, "do Smurfs have..... you know,...... *sex*?"
-
- The answer is an emphatic and resounding YES!
-
- And why shouldn't they? They're people, too.
-
- What *most* people don't know is why Smurfs are blue. Well, the reason
- is because Smurfs only have sex once a year.
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- Face it: if you had sex only once a year, you'd be blue, too.
-
- Once a year, in the Smurf village, flags and banners fly happily
- in the breeze, proclaiming that the day of the annual Smuckfest
- has arrived. Birds sing and the Sun comes out to watch, despite
- the weatherSmurf's direst predictions.
-
- I guess good ol' Mr. Sun is a voyeur.
-
- In the middle of town, Papa Smurf gives a brief speech explaining the
- origin of the Smuckfest; how Dr. C. Everett Koop came to the village
- and warned all the Smurfs about AIDS. Papa Smurf knew that no one
- made condoms small enough for a Smurf (even though everyone knows that
- all male Smurfs are uniformly well-hung, for their size), so he decreed
- that all Smurfs would only smuck one day a year.
-
- "Smucking one day a year will help us identify any diseases we may
- transmit to one another, and keep them from spreading to the animals
- in the forest," declaimed Papa Smurf. "Besides, it will give
- Smurfette a chance to rest."
-
- Yes! Smurfette must rest. For, as everyone knows, Smurfette is the
- only female Smurf in the village, and after a full day of having
- vigorous, rabid sex with two hundred cunt-crazed little blue men,
- she needs a break.
-
- So, on the appointed day, Papa Smurf bids everyone throw their
- inhibitions to the wind and immerse themselves in debauchery.
- And, as is his privilege, Papa Smurf throws out the first throe.
-
- At his signal, Smurfette unties the skintight blue band she must
- use to suppress her natural bustiness, and her astounding tits
- spring forth into the daylight. The Sun gleams lecherously on
- the smooth, blue flesh, nipples crinkling in the light of day from
- her soon-to-be-unbridled lust.
-
- Then Smurfette shimmies out of her skirt and stands before the crowd,
- naked as the day she was born, save the spike-heeled white boots she
- has donned just for the occasion. Her long, blonde hair cascades
- down her back and lasciviously outlines her buttocks, clinging like
- a dirty old man's gaze to each curve and dimple.
-
- Her cunt winks lewdly from behind the golden shield of pubic glory,
- already glistening in mad anticipation of each and every raging
- rod it would receive that day. And receive them gladly it would,
- for hers is the indefatigable furburger, and she hungered for the
- sauce blended in the heat of passion.
-
- Smurfette turns to Papa Smurf and lifts her stupendous breasts
- with their turgid nipples to his lips. He takes each one, in
- turn, into his mouth, where his tongue dances the Fabulous Fandango
- around the areolae, as Smurfette moans like a cat in heat.
-
- Then, when poor Smurfette can take no more, Papa Smurf drops to
- his bony little knees and sprinkles his magic deSmurfilating
- dust on Smurfette's engorged cunt lips. Presto! The lovely
- blonde braiding material falls from her, leaving her shaved smooth
- as a hard-boiled egg.
-
- "Oh, Papa Smurf!" she cries. "Encore!! Encore!!", as she writhes
- in anticipation of the Fabulous Furless Fandango danced 'round her
- pulsating pussy.
-
- Papa Smurf does not disappoint the damsel in distress; he slides
- his hands under her tight little blue ass and parts her moistness
- with his thumbs. As the hot, funky juices begin to run down his
- arms, he plunges tongue-first and tonsil-deep into her wiggling
- womanhood. Smurfette gasps as the talented tongue begins to do
- its magic, and her cunt clutches at it like a baby bird after a
- worm.
-
- Cradling his head to her crotch, Smurfette's hips begin to slowly
- grind and twitch, for Papa Smurf's tongue has unerringly found her
- S-spot, and Smurfette begins the slow, hot, agonizing rise to
- ecstasy. "Oh, make me smurf, baby, make me smurf!", she pants,
- each stroke of his tongue causing her to throb and clutch.
-
- As Smurfette's moans and cries rise in pitch higher and higher,
- the crowd gazes in amazement at the mighty mound of meat struggling
- to escape from Papa Smurf's pants. This, then, is the legendary
- Trouser Titan, bulging forth in a determined attempt to split
- the barrier.
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