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 Title: Santa's Present
Author: Forgottenidol

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   Summary: When Melissa woke up to a noise in her house on Christmas Eve,
she did not expect to find Santa.  Santa never expected to be given such a
present as Melissa.

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   Santa took a swig of rum from the bottle that he always carried with
him, and then took a big bite of the chocolate cookie he had brought with
him from the other house.  He looked about the living room.  There were no
milk and cookies laid out for him and he mumbled drunkenly to himself.

   "No fucking cookies, dammit," He muttered and finished the cookie he had
with him.  Crumbs collected on his big beard and he wiped them from his
mouth before taking another sip of his rum.  "Let's see," he said as he
pulled out a long list from his coat checking off a name.

   He looked about for the Christmas tree, and walked towards it.  He threw
down some gifts and kicked them under the tree, then let out an obnoxious
burp.  He held up his bottle of rum and noticed only a few drops left.

   "Motherfucker!" He yelled and threw the bottle over his shoulder.  "I
hate my fucking life!"

   Melissa woke up with a start as she heard the sound of glass breaking.
She sat up in her bed and looked around at the darkness in her room.  Her
breathing was deep, and she gasped as she heard yet another noise coming
from downstairs.  She brushed the the blankets from her bed and scurried
down the hallway to her parent's room.

   She tapped on their door softly, not wanting to be heard by whoever was
downstairs.

   "Daddy!" she whispered at the door.  There was no answer.  She tried
again, a little louder, but there was still no answer.  She turned the knob
but the door was locked.  Dammit, she thought to herself.

   She knew it was against her better judgment, but she needed to find out
what was going on.  Maybe it was just her mom or dad downstairs, and maybe
they needed help.  She stood at the top of the stairs working up her
courage.

   She took the first step, the hardwood cold beneath her bare feet.  She
slowly crept down the stairs and tried to steady her breathing.

   When she reached the bottom of the stairs she again paused and another
rumbling sound came from the living room.  She moved her feet slowly,
regaining her courage, moving toward the living room which was lit only by
the lights of the Christmas tree.

   As she crept closer, her heart pounded.  She crept to the doorway, and
peeked in, half-expecting to see one of her parents drunk.  What she saw
startled her: a large man dressed in red, fumbling with a few small
packages.  She gasped more noisily than she had expected to and the large
man jumped and turned around.

   To the young girl, there was no mistake about it, the figure before her
was jolly, old saint nick.  Though not as fat as she thought he should be,
he was very tall.  Her mouth gaped as she stared into his white-bearded
face.

   "Ho, ho, ho!" He suddenly yelled out, followed by a belch.  He spread
out his arms as if to present himself to the young girl.  "It's Santa!" He
almost stumbled.

   Melissa was frozen.  To her is was not possible.  Santa was not real,
she thought to herself.

   "Oh, I am real, Melissa!" He suddenly said.  Melissa jumped.

   "H...  how do you..." she stammered.

   "I know everything...  I'm Santa!" He smirked.  "Come here my girl; come
say hello to Santa!" He motioned for Melissa to walk to him.

   For a moment the girl was frozen, but for a strange reason that she
could not figure out she started to walk towards the large, mythical figure
that was coated in the flickering Christmas lights of her family's
decorations.

   Santa smirked as he watched the twelve-year-old take the first few steps
towards him.  The short, petite girl showed only the first signs of
becoming a woman, and Santa almost started to drool as he watched her.  Her
deep breathing pushed her developing breasts against her night shirt. 
Santa licked his lips as he stared at the small forms on her chest that
were no bigger than small lemons.  He felt his cock stir as she approached
him.

   "I don't remember hearing anything about you visiting Santa this year,"
He said as she finally stood before him.  He placed his hand upon her
shoulder.

   "Because...  Santa...  isn't..." She started.

   "Real!" He yelled, "But I am right here my child!" he laughed with a
series of "ho's."

   "But..." She said.

   "Nonsense, come sit on Santa's lap!" He said to her falling back to sit
on the couch next to the Christmas tree.  He pulled her with him, dragging
her almost limp body easily down onto his lap.

   Melissa could suddenly smell the scent of freshly baked gingerbread, and
it made her dizzy and her mind cloudy.  Santa held onto her tightly and
looked down at her, resting one of his large hands on her
pajama-pants-covered thigh.

   "Now, my dear child...  what do you want for Christmas..." Santa asked.

   "I..." No sooner had she started to speak through her haze, she was
interrupted.

   "Now, now now...  you know, everyone asked me for things...  but do they
ever ask me.  Does anyone ever ask Santa what he would like for Christmas?"
He held her a bit tighter against him.

   Melissa struggled with her words, "What...  what do you want for
Christmas, Santa?" she eventually asked.

   Santa grinned and let out a small laugh.  He slid his hand along the
fabric covered skin of her thigh, and leaned his face down closer to hers.

   "What I want, Melissa...  is..." His hand slipped suddenly up her thigh
and he forced a couple of fingers between her legs, getting them to press
against her young sex despite her suddenly clamping her legs together out
of instinct.  "...  A nice, tight, little pussy."

   Melissa moaned when she felt Santa's fingers rubbing against her little
snatch.  She felt like her mind was clouded, that no thoughts in her head
were her own.

   "So, what do you want my little girl?" Santa suddenly asked.

   "I...  I..." Melissa stuttered, she felt as if she were asleep.

   "Oh, I know what you want, Melissa," Santa said, "You want a big cock,
don't you?"

   "N...  No," Melissa sighed.  Her pussy was tingling as Santa's fingers
continued to rub between her legs, and she felt a knot tighten in her
stomach.

   "Oh, yes, I'm sorry," Santa told her, "it's not a big cock you want. 
It's a huge cock, a long, thick cock.  Isn't that it, Melissa?"

   Melissa gasped, she seemed to drift further into a dream.  She didn't
know where she was, or what she was thinking.  Santa was having a strange
effect on her.

   "Y...  yes," Melissa stammered, "I want..." Melissa's voice faded out.

   "What is it you want, Melissa?" Santa asked again.

   "I...  I want...  I want a huge cock," Melissa could barely hear what
she was saying to the jolly man.

   Santa chuckled again, "But is that it, Melissa?"

   "No," Melissa said.

   "No, of course not," Santa told her, "But I think I have a special
present for you, Melissa."

   Melissa sighed and nodded.  Her pussy was warm from Santa's constant
rubbing, and she closed her eyes, letting herself go completely to the
dreamy feelings she had.

   "But what about my present, Melissa?" Santa asked.

   "I...  I Have..." Melissa was cut off.

   "You have my present?" Santa dug his fingers more roughly into the small
girl's crotch as he felt her pussy getting hot.

   "Yes, I do," Melissa sighed.

   "You have a little pussy?" asked Santa.

   "Yes," Melissa replied dreamily.

   "And is it tight, my dear?" He asked.

   "Yes," Melissa could feel herself fading in and out of consciousness.

   "How tight is it, Melissa?" asked Santa.

   "Very," Melissa replied.

   "Oh, it's a very tight little-girl pussy, Melissa?" Santa said.

   Melissa nodded.

   "Well, it seems like we each will get our presents then," Santa said. 
"Now open your eyes Melissa, and I'll show you yours."

   Melissa opened her eyes as Santa removed his hand from her pussy.  She
suddenly felt more aware, but the smell of cookies and gingerbread that
filled the air still made her feel like she was in a cloud.

   Santa moved his hand to his crotch and slowly undid his buttons. 
Melissa's eyes wandered on their own to watch Santa's hand.  When the
buttons were undone, Santa reached into his pants.  Melissa gasped and
jumped suddenly when she saw what came out of his pants with his hand.  It
was a long, thick tube of flesh topped with a bloated head.  It hung limply
along his large thigh.  Melissa's eyes opened wide with wonder.

   "Take your present, Melissa," Santa commanded her, pulling his hand
away.

   Slowly, and not under her own power, she reached her hand out to grab
it. Even when her fingers sank into the spongy skin behind it's head, her
fingers could not encircle it's girth.  Her mouth was open in awe as her
hand felt the tremendous heat resonating off of it.  She lifted it, and
became amazed by it's weight.  She felt it pulse.

   "See, Melissa, a huge cock just for you," Santa smiled.

   Melissa said nothing.  He was not joking.  Santa took hold of her hand
and began to move it up and down along his cock.

   "Just keep moving it, and it will get even bigger still," Santa
chuckled.

   Melissa was speechless, she pumped her hand slowly along the huge tube
of meat.  Her mouth was going dry as she felt it pulse and swell in her
hand, growing slowly larger.  She was amazed and she felt her hand being
forced wider open as Santa's cock grew thicker.

   "Melissa, you are being such a good girl," Santa told her.  He moaned as
her little hand moved along his cock.

   He reached forward with his hand and slowly undid the buttons of
Melissa's shirt.  Melissa didn't notice, or didn't care as she was lost in
her dreamy state, watching intently as Santa's cock grew longer and started
to lift off of his thigh.

   When the final button of Melissa's shirt was unbuttoned, Santa opened
her shirt and exposed her cute, premature breasts to his view.  He grinned
when he saw them, and his cock throbbed as the sight forced more blood to
rush into it.  He heard Melissa gasp softly when she felt his cock expand.

   Santa licked his lips, and moved his hand to her chest.  Melissa jumped
a little as she felt his rough hand touch her smooth skin.  Santa moved his
fingers along the nubs of her breasts, squeezing them softly and enjoying
the feel of her satiny skin.  His let his hand slide down along her firm
belly, and back up along her breasts.  The warmth of her body aroused him
greatly, and his cock grew more quickly.  He could feel his heart beat
pumping blood into his large shaft with every beat.  His cock lifted from
his crotch and slowly began to rise up from his legs into the air.

   Melissa was still lost in the sight before her.  She thought that
Santa's cock was big when he first removed it from his pants, and with
every inch it expanded she thought that it could not get any bigger.  It
did get bigger, much bigger.  Even as it rose up from his crotch into the
air, Melissa watched it swell even more.  It pressed her fingers further
outward, and the spongy flesh of his shaft grew harder every minute.

   She was so lost in the spectacle before her that she was barely aware of
Santa's large hands on her sensitive breasts.

   Santa ran his hands back down along her belly, until it reached the top
of her pajama pants.

   "I think it's time to unwrap my present," Santa said with a large smile
on his face.

   He flicked open the top button of her pants, and the elastic opened up
to show the very top of Melissa's white panties.  The jolly man sighed and
pulled open the second button that was a couple of inches lower.  When it
popped open, he pulled the two halves apart, exposing most of her
snug-fitting panties.

   Santa slid his fingers along her panties and down into her pants.  His
fingers felt the puffy lips of her pussy through the thin fabric, and could
feel a small damp spot in her panties.

   Melissa again moaned as she felt Santa's fingers return to her crotch,
but her half-open eyes remained glued to his cock.  The knot in her stomach
returned when Santa pressed and rubbed against her little snatch, pressing
the fabric of her panties against her soft skin.

   The feeling of her warm pussy, made Santa's cock rapidly harden. 
Melissa felt it.  Santa's cock now felt like a rock covered in flesh, it
was fully erect and standing straight up into the air from his crotch, the
bloated head was swollen.  Melissa's hand seemed dwarfed by the enormous
shaft as she continued to lazily stroke it.

   Santa moved his hand lower, sliding her pajama pants down along her
thighs.  Melissa lifted up, unknowingly, allowing her pants to slip off
under her ass.  Santa continued to pull her pants off until they slipped
over her feet.  He tossed it down onto the floor and gazed at her panties.
He could see her aroused lips pressing against the fabric, and the small
dark spot where her pussy had begun getting wet.

   He made Melissa jump again as he nestled a finger between her lips,
pressing her panties into her.  He sighed and grinned, his cock pulsed
painfully, and Melissa could have sworn that she saw it expand even more.

   Santa moved his hand up to the waist of her panties, he was eager to see
the present that she had offered to him.

   She again unwillingly lifted her ass to allow him to pull off her
panties.  He went slowly, pulling the panties down, gradually exposing more
of the soft, untouched flesh of her crotch.

   Santa groaned and licked his lips again as her pussy finally came into
view.  Her panties finally pulled free, fully exposing her smooth, tightly
clenched lips.  He could feel his heart pounding with arousal.  Her small,
bald little pussy was beautiful, and he knew that the tight, virginal walls
would be the greatest thing that he had ever felt.

   He pulled her panties completely off, and gazed longingly at her small,
preteen body.  He felt her soft hand still lightly stroking his cock.

   "That is such a wonderful present, Melissa.  Do you like yours?" Santa
asked her.

   Melissa nodded.  The knot in her stomach had become almost painful and
she had trouble keeping her breath.

   "Now, my dear, what are we going to do with our presents?  I know you
didn't want this huge cock just to look at," Santa smiled at her broadly.

   Under the influence of Santa, Melissa shrugged.

   "Don't you know what a cock is for, Melissa?" He asked.

   Melissa softly shook her head, "No..." she said softly.

   "A cock goes inside you, my dear," Santa informed her.

   "Inside...  me?" Melissa asked.

   Santa smiled at her, loving the influence he had over her.  The small
girl was completely at his mercy.

   "Yes, Melissa," Santa moved his hand to press against her bald pussy. 
Melissa jumped and struggled for breath as she felt his large hand finally
against her exposed flesh.  "A cock goes inside you.  It slides in through
your pussy," Santa moved his hand up along her crotch and up along her
belly, "and then up inside you."

   Melissa sighed and looked up at Santa, and then back down at his cock.
"B...  but," Melissa stuttered, her voice was soft and quiet, "but my... 
my pussy is...  is little."

   "Yes, my dear," Santa smiled ever bigger at the girls innocence, "it's a
tiny, little girl pussy." Santa again moved his fingers along the lips of
her pussy.

   Melissa squeezed the hard flesh of Santa's cock.  "It's huge..." Melissa
swallowed hard, "...  it won't go into my pussy."

   Santa smiled, "It will, Melissa.  It will go into your pussy, and go way
up into your little body." Santa was grinning madly.  He loved the way he
influenced her, and loved her innocence and her hesitation.

   "But...  but how?" Melissa asked the jolly, Christmas icon.  Melissa
stared at the huge cock more intently, still trying to judge just how big
it was.

   "Well, Melissa," Santa informed her, "if we get the cock very slick, and
we push really hard, your pussy will stretch."

   Melissa looked at her hand, and examined how her fingers could only
grasp half of his cock's immense girth.  She saw that even if she had four
hands to grasp it with, she could not cover it's entire length.

   "Yes, Melissa, I know," Santa continued, as he saw her examining his
cock.  "It's very big, my dear, and you are quite small, but if we try
really, really hard it will open up your pussy."

   "But...  that much?" Melissa asked.  She shook slightly.

   "Yes.  Pussies can stretch quite a bit.  It may be hard, and it may take
some time, but it will open enough to let my cock inside you," Santa told
her.
   Melissa said nothing, just remained staring at the