Gemma was just too excited! She was sure she had been a good girl all year. Good enough so that Santa would deliver her presents anyway... wouldn't he? It was so frustrating lying in her bed wishing she could go to sleep because then she could wake up and it would be Christmas day already.

This year would be a special year. She had written a letter to Santa asking if she could have an iPhone 6 just like her best friend, Emily's. She had been especially good helping mommy and daddy with the household chores. She had kept her room tidy, well, mostly anyway! At least for most of December.

There was a noise outside! Gemma held her breath, straining to listen for the noise again. Could it be Santa on his sleigh come to deliver the presents? Gemma leapt out of bed and peered through her window, and not for the first time either! All she could see was her yard softly lit in the moonlight. No sleigh! No reindeer! No Santa!

Surely Santa has been already, thought Gemma. What if I crept downstairs to see if there were any presents under the tree! Just a quick peek... no one would know! It took a few minutes for Gemma to pluck up enough courage but then she tippy-toed ever so quietly down the stairs.

The Christmas tree twinkled in the corner, its pretty colorful fairy lights making patterns on the walls and ceiling. Gemma gasped! Could it be true? Were there presents under the tree? It looked like there was but it was a bit too dark to be sure... maybe if she crept a little closer... and sure enough, there were definitely presents there! She could see them, all wrapped in pretty paper and ribbons and little name tags.

Gemma was happy now... excited... Santa had indeed been and delivered the presents. She could go back to bed now. She should go back to bed now... but... what if there wasn't one for her? There must be one for her! There were a lot of presents under the tree after all. Maybe she could just have quick peek at the labels, just to put her mind at rest. Gemma knelt by the tree and reached for the first present.

"What are you doing out of your bed?"

The deep voice made Gemma jump! She spun round and saw a figure stood next to the hearth. He was tall and wearing a red felt jacket and pants. A big white wooly beard covered most of his face.

"Santa!" Gemma gasped.

"Quite right." Said Santa. "And who might you be?"

I'm... I'm... my name is Gemma Louise Saunders."

"Ah yes... Gemma Louise Saunders..." Santa scratched his beard in thought. "Are you the Gemma Louise Saunders who wrote to me asking for an iPhone 6?"

Gemma gulped and nodded. She felt very excited! Santa remembered! "Did you bring me one? Have I been good enough?"

"Well now Gemma... that's for me to know and you to find out." Santa chuckled. "Only good children get what they've asked for."

"I have been good." Gemma confirmed. "I've kept my room tidy and put my toys away and helped mommy and daddy."

"Hmm... so you have." Santa nodded. "But now you're out of your bed and sneaking around on Christmas Eve... maybe I should take the presents away again and give them to better behaved children!"

"No!" Gemma gasped. "Please don't take them away! I'll be very very good... I promise!"

"Well, I suppose I could make an exception." Santa mused. "If you are very well behaved and do everything asked of you?"

"Oh, I will Santa!" Gemma promised. "I'll be very very good."

"Very well." Santa sighed. "Shall we see just how good you can be?" Gemma nodded. "Stand up then child!"

She stood up. Santa stepped closer and looked her up and down. She was wearing her favourite nightdress, a silky pink shiny number with delicate lace trim and thin straps. It made her feel very grown up... not like all her other flannel nightshirts and pyjamas with cartoon characters on.

Santa ran the back of his index finger over the small bumps on her chest. The sheer material moulded itself around them making them look more pronounced than the walnut sized bumps they really were. Gemma took a deep breath and stiffened, wondering why Santa was doing that. She felt embarrassed but her little immature nipples stiffened and she sort of liked how it felt to have someone touch them.

"It looks like you're growing into a pretty young lady, Gemma Louise Saunders." Santa smiled. "Lift up your arms." He instructed.

Gemma dutifully raised her arms above her head as Santa knelt before her and lifted her nightdress up and off. It felt weird standing in front of a strange man wearing nothing but her old sky blue panties... even though that strange man was Santa Clause himself! Once again Santa touched her little budding breasts, this time gently massaging her small cone shaped mounds between his fingers and thumb.

"Mmm, yes... these boobies are developing nicely." Santa approved. He sucked one breast into his mouth caressing her erect nipple with his tongue.

Santa's soft wooly beard tickled Gemma's skin but she felt an amazing tingling sensation, mainly between her thighs... a feeling she was not unfamiliar with since she'd been exploring that part of her body with her fingers for the past few months. Then she felt Santa tugging ay her panties, pulling them down her legs. She squirmed uncomfortably, knowing what he was doing was wrong! She almost pulled away but remembered she must be good and do as she was told if she wanted her Christmas presents. Besides, it sort of felt nice! She liked that Santa was treating her like a grown up.

Santa's fingers slipped between her thighs making Gemma gasp! He caressed her hairless pussy, gently pushing his finger between her soft folds. Gemma felt embarrassed and excited at the same time. The wonderful aching sensation in her pussy was similar to the feelings she felt when she caressed herself there... only a hundred times better!

Suddenly Gemma was swept off her feet and deposited on the sofa. Santa spread her knees apart then buried his head between her thighs. His white wooly beard was soft and tickled her skin. Gemma giggled, wondering what Santa was doing! Then she felt something warm and wet touch her pussy and realised he was kissing her pussy lips! Gemma was shocked! Why would Santa do such a strange thing?

Santa groaned, though it sounded more like an animal grow to Gemma. She felt his tongue swirling around between her pussy lips, flicking repeatedly on her little clit and pushing at the entrance to her little cunny. Gemma soon forgot about the weirdness of what Santa was doing to her as she realised how good it felt! The wonderful ache in her pussy spread up through her body making her little boobies tingle. She caressed her nipples, feeling how hard they had become... feeling how they sort of hurt, but not a bad hurt though, it was a nice hurt, a very nice hurt. She rubbed and pulled at her nipples until she was groaning herself.

The aching sensation in Gemma's pussy was growing even more intense! Much stronger than she'd ever experienced on her own. She was breathing heavily and she could feel her heart beating fast, like she had been running. All of a sudden Gemma's pussy felt like it was exploding! It was the most wonderful thing she had ever felt. It was so good it made her hips and legs jerk uncontrollably and she squealed with happiness!

Santa suddenly lay on her and kissed her, smothering her squealing with his big lips and probing tongue. His wooly beard felt wet and clung hotly to her face. Gemma felt something pressing against her spasming pussy and thought it was one of Santa's hands rubbing her there again but no... it couldn't be! Both his hands were roughly groping at her little boobies.

Gemma felt her pussy stretching as whatever was pushing against her forced it's way inside. There was a little stinging sensation then she felt something filling her tummy and was shocked when she realized it was Santa's cock inside her and that he was fucking her! She tried to wriggle out but was trapped under his weight pinning her to the sofa.

Santa thrust hard and fast into Gemma's pussy. She could feel his cock filling her and sliding in and out. He was grunting and breathing hard. "Oh GOD! So good!" He gasped. "Your little cunt is SO tight... you're a very good little slut for da... for Santa!" His thrusting got faster and harder. "Oh FUCK yes... this is so un-fucking-believable!" He panted. "Oh god... I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Aaaargh FUCK!" Santa stopped thrusting as he held his cock deep inside Gemma's pussy, his body jerking on top of the little girl.

Gemma could actually feel Santa's cock throbbing inside her pussy then felt it slowly going soft inside her as he was panting into the sofa cushions. Finally, after what seemed like ages squashed under Santa, his cock slid out of her and he stood up, pulling his red felt pants up.

"You've been such a good little girl Gemma Louise Saunders." Santa sighed. "I think if you can be very good for your daddy and do everything he asks of you, I think you can have anything you ask for."

Gemma smiled, happy to have shown Santa how good she can be. She closed her eyes, tired, exhausted and a little sore between her legs. "Santa..?" She opened her eyes but he had disappeared! As she got up slowly and stiffly from the sofa to pick up her panties and nightdress she could feel something wet and slimy dribbling from her pussy and running down her thighs. She pulled her panties on quickly to stop whatever it was from making the carpet wet.

As Gemma slipped her nightdress back on she glanced under the Christmas tree. Could that be an extra parcel under there? She was sure that one wasn't there earlier. She peered at the label... 'To Gemma Louise Saunders... for being a very good little girl. From Santa X'.

Could it be her iPhone?