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                                          Smurf Sex
                             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.
                                                  
                  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.

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                 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.
                                                  
                    Just when Smurfette is certain that she will die from sheer
                  sensory overload, Papa Smurf flings off his Levis and frees the
                     Magnificent Heat-Seeking Moisture Missle from its cradle.
                    Maddened with blind lust, Smurfette hurls Papa Smurf to the
                  platform and leaps shrieking into the air, landing unerringly on
                                         his Titanic Totem.
                                                  
                  Suddenly filled, Smurfette's cunt explodes in a monster orgasm,
                  the force of which propels her screaming into the air again and
                 again, each time plummeting her onto the Potent Purple Pecker and
                                     triggering another climax.
                                                  
                  Before Smurfette can achieve orbit, Papa Smurf grab her legs and
                  pulls her to the ground.  Swiftly, he stands, pulling her to her
                    knees.  Gasping in awe, Smurfette gets a head-on view of his
                         hard-on, glistening in the light like a war staff.
                                                  
                   The sight of this shining stud is too much for Smurfette, who
                 immediately grabs both of Papa smurf's bulging balls in her hands
                 and pulls him to her waiting mouth.  With preternatural skill and
                  primeval hunger, Smurfette devours the monster cock, licking and
                       sucking like a starving child with an ice cream cone.
                                                  
                  His ass knotting like a sailor's anchor rope, Papa Smurf pounds
                  into Smurfette's mouth with furious strokes.  As he reaches his
                    blazing climax, he forces Smurfette to take all thirteen and
                   7/8ths inches of blue tube steak and fires round after pulsing
                            round of blue goo down her ravenous throat.
                                                  
                        "Hurray!!", shouts the crowd.  "Now it's OUR turn!!"
                                                  
                  Suddenly the town square erupts with scenes of azure carnality,
                     as 200 tiny blue asses appear in the sunlight.  200 raging
                   cocks swarm toward Smurfette's waiting and ever-willing cunt,
                  ready to make her scream for mercy as they scream for more.  400
                   bouncing balls follow each other toward the nearest available
                       orifice, making Smurfette wish there were more of her.
                                                  
                   Those lucky enough to find access to Smurfette's fabulous form
                  begin their crazed humping, as others find their schlongs being
                    stroked as fast as she can grab.  Those whose time will come
                   later are coming now, as their friends clutch lustily at their
                     forbidden fruits, flinging frothy fuck-foam far and wide.
                                                  
                  Up the ass!  Down the throat!  Backhand, forehand, underhand, in
                  the armpit or behind the knee, the Smurfs erupt in a display of
                   orgasmic prowess to shame the most devoted student of the Kama
                     Sutra.  Soon the street become hazardous to navigate (and
                  navigate one must), as the square gets deeper and deeper in the
                                          collective come.
                                                  
                               Hour after hour, the orgy rampages on.
                                                  
                  Gradually, as night falls, the screams of orgasmic ecstasy turn
                  to the moans and sighs of deep contentment, with the occasional
                  whimper from an over-enthusiastic sodomite.  Soon all is quiet,
                   as Smurf helps Smurf back to Home and Preparation H.  Tubes of
                   Chap-Stick are quickly distributed to soothe aching lips, and
                   aloe gel is applied (as are lips, if it is too stimulating) to
                             the citizen's members to ease the burning.
                                                  
                    As the exhausted (and completely sated) Smurfs lie in sexual
                    stupor, gentle rains come (not them, too!) to wash away all
                                 traces of the fleshfest that was.
                                                  
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