Alice is so restless; she can’t sleep. Well, Christmas Eve. The Grandfather clock chimes midnight. Alice leaves her bed, slips into her jammie top and tiptoes downstairs. The gingerbread man is sitting all plump and fat under the Christmas tree, waiting for Santa. “Sorry Mr. Gingerbread Man,” Alice whispers, “but I can’t resist your charms. I’m going to eat you all up.”

“Don’t eat me,” Gingerbread Man cries out.

“I have to. I’m so hungry.”

“What if you just eat my penis?” Gingerbread Man says.

“Huh?” Alice is confused. “You don’t have a penis.”

“It’s very small, almost invisible,” Gingerbread Man says. “But if you rub it just right it will grow big big BIG! And then you can eat it. And then if you’re still hungry you can rub the spot again and it will grow again, big, bigger, BIGGEST!”

“Okay,” Alice says, with some doubt in her voice. “I’ll give it a try.”

She rubs the gingerbread man’s tiny tiny penis. Gently at first. Sure enough it begins to grow. Alice rubs and rubs and the penis grows and grows. Finally Alice can wait no longer. She takes Gingerbread Man’s penis in her mouth. It is delicious, by far the best penis she’s ever tasted.

“Didn’t I tell you?” Gingerbread Man says.

“I’m going to do it again, it was so good,” Alice exclaims. She rubs the tiny penis to full size and bites it off. So good! She can’t resist. She bites off the gingerbread man’s arm. And then a leg. Another arm. Another leg. She’s just about the bite off Gingerbread Man’s head when she is distracted by a sound. She turns around, and there is Santa Claus.

“Oh, I’m so embarrassed,” Alice says. “I’ve eaten your treat.” Gingerbread crumbs spill from her mouth.

“It’s okay,” Santa says. “I prefer cunt to cock,” He lifts Alice, fastens his lips to her clitoris, and sucks her to orgasm.