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 The Carol Singer By White Wolff



   It was a few days before Christmas and I was in my usual mood for the
time of year - foul.  I hate Christmas and all the falseness that comes
with it.  Let's face it, this once pagan festival of midwinter, turned into
a Christian one by zealous fanatics keen to destroy the old ways, is now
nothing more than a licence to print money for the multinational retail and
manufacturing chains.  Consumerism is the new religion of this country. 
Anyway, this was the mood I was in when, early in the evening, my doorbell
chimed.

   I opened the door to see a young girl standing there.  She wore a short
skirt, which displayed a nice pair of legs on one so young, and a tight
denim jacket.  Ideal attire for the sun that was shining, at least it would
have been had the temperature not being below freezing.

   'Can I sing you a Christmas Carol mister?' She asked in a voice
shivering from the cold.

   My normal reply to Carol singers is, 'no!' followed by a random moan
about beggars and Christmastime in general.  This time, all I could see was
a poor kid shivering to death, so against my better judgement I said yes,
but told her to step into the hall, which fortunately for her had a
radiator right by the door.

   I was expecting some resistance; after all, to her I was an unknown man
asking her into his house.  I would have thought, wrongly as it turned out,
that her mother might have warned her about such likelihood.  As if
smelling the heat, the youngster almost ran through the door.  I told her
to stand by the radiator and asked if she would like a warm drink.

   She gratefully moved to the warmth but declined the drink, somewhat
reluctantly I thought.

   'Haven't got time for a drink.' She said apologetically, 'I have a lot
more money to make before I can go home.'

   I thought her last words a little odd, but for the time being ignored
them.  She asked if I had a favourite Carol.  I haven't, but 'Silent Night'
was the first one I thought of, so it was a beautiful rendition of that I
heard.  She really did have a good voice.

   When she was finished, I told her how good she was, at which she
blushed. I then asked her why she was dressed so inappropriately for the
weather.

   She looked down at her feet and mumbled, 'my mother reckons I'll get
more money dressed like this, especially as it's the men who usually answer
the door.' I couldn't fault the logic, but found the idea of a mother
sending her young daughter out deliberately dressed to attract men a little
disturbing.  I told her so.

   'She's right though,' the youngster replied, 'but I don't know why.'

   'How much have you made then?' I asked.

   'Almost six pounds.' She looked up at me and smiled for the first time,
obviously pleased with her evening so far.

   I returned her smile.  'And what do you intend to buy with your hard
earned cash?' I enquired.

   Immediately her gaze returned to her shoes.  'Nothing!' She mumbled.

   It was obvious that something was not right so I decided to be a little
more probing.  After a short while I discovered that the money wasn't for
her but for her mother.  She'd been sent out with the instructions not to
return until she had at least twenty pounds.  It took a few more questions
to find out that this was to buy her mother two bottles of gin.  When I
failed to hide my anger at this, the girl tried loyally to defend her
mother's actions, citing all the hardships she was enduring.  I listened
and thought most of them were self-inflicted.

   'Right!' I stated suddenly, 'go into there,' I pointed to my living room
where I had a lovely coal fire blazing, 'and get some heat into your
bones.'

   'I can't!  I still have to get a lot more money yet.'

   'I'll give you enough to stop your mother complaining.' I said, coming
to terms with what I was doing.  I did not like the idea of feeding an
alcoholic's addiction, but liked the idea of this poor young thing out in
the cold, a lot less.

   'Thank you!' she said meekly, too cold, I think to argue, especially as
she didn't want to go out again.

   'I'll make you that hot drink now, shall I?'

   She nodded her answer.

   By the time I returned with two mugs of drinking chocolate the girl was
thawing out and I could see colour returning to her legs.  She had taken
her jacket off, revealing a plain white blouse beneath which I could
discern a bra cupping two small breasts.  I felt a stirring in my loins and
was immediately annoyed at myself for responding the way her wily mother
had predicted men would.

   She watched my appraisal of her before asking, 'why do men like looking
at my legs?'

   It was an easy question to answer honestly, a difficult one to respond
to otherwise.  After a moments hesitation I answered honestly.

   'Men like to look at pretty girls' legs.'

   'But why?  I can understand men looking at a woman's boobs because they
don't have any, but men have legs so what's so special about them?'

   I hadn't thought that deeply about the why, I just knew that I, along
with millions of other men, appreciated a nice pair of 'pins'.  Without
think properly about whom I was talking to I answered as best I could. 
'It's probably more to do with what's at the top of a woman's legs than the
legs themselves.'

   She blushed but still had her question to follow.  'OK I think I
understand that with a woman, but why my legs?'

   'In many cultures, even ours just a couple of centuries ago, you would
be classed as a woman and probably married by now.  Plus there is something
about innocence that attracts men.'

   Determined to leave this dangerous topic I asked her where she had
learned to sing so well.  That led onto discussions about music, then TV
and other such mundane topics.

   About ninety minutes later I decided it was time for Sarah, for I now
knew her name, to go home.  I gave her twenty pounds in loose change; I had
originally gone to give her a twenty-pound note but thought that even a
drunken mother might have found that a bit too suspicious.

   Apart from the initial topic I had enjoyed our talk and so invited her
to come around as often as she wanted, but she needn't wear such a short
skirt.





   Christmas Day.

   I got out of bed about 9:00 on Christmas day.  I wrapped my dressing
gown around my naked body and headed downstairs.  My winter routine was to
put the kettle on, light the coal fire in the living room before making
enough coffee to wake me up and drinking it as I watched the fire come to
life.  Then I would trundle back upstairs for my shower after which I would
dress and begin whatever the day had in store for me.

   Just because it was December 25th didn't mean I had anything special
planned.

   I had just started my second coffee, with the fire blazing but not yet
chucking out a lot of heat when the doorbell chimed.  My first thought was
that it was my parents and I immediately thought of not answering.  I love
my parents but prefer to do it from a distance.  Whenever they visited it
seemed it was only to criticise, whether it was my home, my private life or
my job.  Whatever I did was never going to meet the hopes they had for
their only child.

   I opened the door to find Sarah standing there once again.

   'Hi!' She said with a nervous smile.  Seeing little enthusiasm in my
face, she immediately went meekly defensive.  'You did say to come
anytime.' She said in way of an explanation.

   'Sorry!  I don't become human until after my second coffee and I've only
just started that.' I offered equally meekly.  'Come on in.'

   Her face lit up, and is if it was contagious I felt my own brighten.

   Sarah headed straight for the fire.  The weather was still extremely
cold and even a few minutes outside were enough to chill anyone.  At least
she seemed more suitably dressed this time.  Her coat was thicker and
longer and she was wearing the ubiquitous blue denims.

   Trying to keep any judgemental tone from my voice, I asked her, 'What
brings you out so early this morning.' I smiled as I spoke to show that I
was not objecting, just asking.

   'Mum only got in half an hour ago and she's got some bloke with her. 
They're both pissed out their heads.'

   I raised my eyebrows at the language but Sarah defended herself with,
'well they are!'

   I laughed at her attempt to justify herself, and after an initial scowl
at me; Sarah broke into a giggle before repeating herself.

   'They are though!' she laughed.

   The laughter removed any feelings of discomfort between us and we both
became more relaxed with each other.  She went on to explain that her
mother rarely went out, preferring to get drunk at home, where it was
cheaper and less embarrassing, drinking on average a bottle of gin a night.
No wonder gin is known as 'Mother's Ruin' I thought, wondering what effects
it had on her twelve-year-old daughter.  I had discovered her age the same
time I found out her name.

   Last night, being Christmas Eve, she'd disappeared about nine o'clock
and only resurfaced some twelve hours later with a strange man in tow. 
Maybe I was being harsh but it came as a surprise when Sarah said her
mother rarely brought men back with her.  The one this morning had looked
at Sarah in a way that sent a shiver down her spine.  She did not know why,
all he had done was look and there was a smile, of sorts, on his face, but
she felt that she should get out and away from him.  As soon as they were
in her mother's bedroom, Sarah had got changed and run out the house.  It
was only when she was outside in the freezing cold wind did she realise
that she had nowhere to go.  Then she remembered my invitation and came to
my house.

   'I even covered my legs up for you,' she said facing me with her back to
the fire.

   I laughed and answered, 'for me?  I thought you didn't think about me
until you were outside.'

   She huffed and blustered an answer to my half question.  'Anyway, as you
said you didn't like them, they're covered.'

   I smiled.  'I didn't say I didn't like them, I just suggested you cover
them in something more appropriate to the time of year.'

   It took a few seconds before Sarah responded.  'So you do like looking
at my legs?'

   Feeling a little trapped I answered honestly but with a sting in the
tail.  'Yes I did enjoy looking at them.  You have very nice legs...  for a
twelve-year-old.  Now can I get you a drink?'

   She asked for a glass of hot milk, which I went to the kitchen to fetch.
A few seconds in the microwave and chilled milk became hot milk, how
wonderful technology can be.

   I took the drink into the living room and was astonished to see Sarah,
standing as before in front of the fire, but this time she'd not only
removed her coat revealing the same or similar blouse as before but also
without her jeans on.  I quickly realised that one, I was focused on the
white cotton panties that were covering her pubic region and two, that I
was getting an erection which was not a good idea when I was standing in
full view of a twelve-year-old girl wearing nothing below my silk dressing
gown.  I didn't need to look down to know my cock was displaying its
interest if not itself.

   'Sarah!' I spluttered, 'what on earth are you doing?'

   The smile on her face evaporated instantly at my tone and her eyes once
more found the floor.  'I'm sorry.  I thought I would give you a treat for
being nice to me.'

   At that she started to cry.

   'Don't be silly.  You don't need to do anything for me.  Now stop crying
and come and have a hug.' I said, trying not to upset her any more.

   I took a couple of steps towards her and she came into my arms, putting
her head against my chest.  She sobbed for a good ten minutes and I felt
she was releasing the tension of more than just today.  I just held her and
stroked her long dark hair until the sobs subsided and she looked up at me.
Slowly a tiny smile spread across her face.  She moved her hands from
behind me to my chest, parted my dressing gown and placed her head and
hands on my bare skin.  There she stayed for a long time, not moving apart
from an occasional squeeze of a hand against my chest.  Neither of us
spoke, me because apart from platitudes, I couldn't think what to say.

   When she finally moved, it was her right hand that moved across my
nipple.  It swiftly became engorged at her touch, which she obviously
noticed and reacted to by touching it with her fingertips whilst her other
hand rummaged further inside my gown.

   Although the situation had been none sexual, my initial erection had not
disappeared, just subsided a little.  Now, her playing with my nipple had
reminded me that she was half naked.  My erection came back with a
vengeance and within seconds I was fully aroused.  Sarah could not help but
feel it pressed against her.  It didn't take her long to realise what had
caused my reaction and began to caress my chest a lot more, pushing the top
half of my robe ever wider.  Although my body knew how to respond to her my
mind didn't.  I had never seen young teenage girls as sexual beings let
alone one yet to reach that age, but there was no denying the responses my
body was giving.  I even realised that the hand that a few moments ago was
just holding her was now caressing her back, even becoming aware of the bra
strap below her blouse.

   I forced myself to stop and step away from Sarah.

   I heard a huge gasp from her and looking at her I could see that she was
shocked and also that she was looking at my crotch.  I looked down to see
that Sarah's hands had pushed my dressing gown so far open that my fully
erect cock was standing to attention in clear view of Sarah.

   I very quickly covered myself and apologised to Sarah.  She said nothing
but her eyes were focused on my still obvious hard on.  My eyes were then
drawn to Sarah's panties and I perceived a darker patch just at her pussy
entrance.  My cock jumped involuntary bringing another gasp from Sarah.

   I was truly embarrassed and did not know what to say other than to tell
her to put her jeans back on.  As I was struggling to get the words out
Sarah said.

   'Wow!  Did I do that?' her face shone with excitement.

   I didn't need to ask what 'that' was.  'Yes!' I answered simply, not
knowing what else to say.

   Sarah was on a roll now and kept asking questions without bothering to
wait for any answers.

   'I thought I saw it when you first looked at my legs.  Was it big then?
Why did it go big again?  Was it because I touched your nipple?  Why did
that go big as well?'

   I tried, when I could get a word in, to answer everything in one go. 
'Yes Sarah it was you that got me aroused, first by looking at your legs
and your barely concealed pussy.' I heard an intake of breath at my
description of her sex but continued, 'then when you cried the protective
instinct overrode the lustful one.  Once you'd stopped crying and started
to caress my chest my body reacted the way it's programmed to do.  Remember
when I said that physically you are of mating age and that's what my body
responded to.  However in our society you are still a child and what I did
was wrong and may even be construed as illegal.'

   Her face changed as I finished, 'Oh!  I promise not to tell anyone,
honest!'

   'Thank you.'

   In some aspects the conversation was ludicrous, I still had a very
obvious erection, which Sarah could not keep her eyes off, and she was
still wearing nothing but a small pair of panties below the waist, which I
struggled to avoid staring at.

   Sarah seemed to be coping with the situation better than me, but
astonished me by taking a couple of steps closer and taking hold of the
sash that held my robe together.  She then looked up at me with those
pleading eyes that all women can master with ease.  And asked.

   'Can I see it again?  I've never seen a man's thing before.  Please?'

   Before I could answer, she gave me an impish grin and pulled the cord
and letting my dressing gown open.  Once more my throbbing cock was exposed
to her.  She reached down and touched it.

   'Oh it's hot,' she exclaimed.

   'Sarah!' I began to object when her other hand wrapped around my manhood
and squeezed it gently.

   'I shan't tell anyone.  But I've always wanted to see a man's dick.' She
looked up at me and in true innocence asked, 'am I doing this properly?'

   I almost choked.  If there was a wrong way for a girl to hold a man's
cock then I didn't know of it; there were just variable stages of pleasure
in how she did it.

   My body had forced what little reason my mind had left, to the back and
took control.  'Yes honey, that's just lovely.' I heard my mouth say.

   She kneeled down in front of me and began to run her fingers up and down
my shaft.  I looked down at her and saw her expression as one of
concentration.  I also saw that her mouth was only a few inches away from
cock.  Suddenly I craved her mouth; I desperately wanted my cock between
Sarah's sweet lips.

   'Sarah!' I said huskily.

   She looked up with her wondrous smile.

   'Will you try something for me?'

   'Sure!' she answered cheerfully.

   As I explained what I wanted, I could see she was a little dubious, but
still decided to try.

   At first she licked the length of my shaft, then my head tasting the
precum leaking from its tip.  Then very slowly she took my cock into her
young mouth.  The slowness, the thought that this girl was only twelve and
of course the touch of her lips and tongue made it one of the most intense
feelings I've ever had.

   She couldn't take me fully, nor did I try to force it, but I did start
to slowly fuck her mouth.  I could feel her hair tickling my thighs as I
pushed quicker and quicker between her lips.  Her hands had reached around
my thighs and she was holding on, letting me do what I wanted, and trusting
that I would not hurt her.  It was that trust that just prevented me from
thrusting deeper into her mouth.

   My orgasm came rapidly, I warned Sarah that I was about to come, but not
knowing what I meant she didn't stop.  My release came too soon to warn her
again and I started to spurt into her mouth.  Immediately Sarah began to
choke and pulled her head away.  I'd told her to use her hand to pump the
bottom of my shaft and she continued to do this as all the subsequent
spurts hit her in the face or spilled over her blouse.

   When my breathing returned to something near enough to normal I looked
down at the young girl still kneeling before me.  She had not taken her
eyes from mine since I'd stopped coming.

   'Wow!  That was awesome.' She exclaimed.

   I shook my head in disbelief.  'If that was awesome for you, just think
what it was like for me.'

   'Did you really enjoy it then?  Was I alright?' She asked.

   'No you weren't alright.' I laughed, 'you were AWESOME.'

   At my praise her whole face lit up.  Suddenly I felt extremely guilty at
taking advantage of this youngster's need for love and attention.

   I pulled her to her feet with the intention of apologising and stopping
it were it was, but when I saw the joy on her face I was loathe to say
anything that might allay that happiness.  Instead I pulled her to me for a
quick cuddle.  It needed to be quick because Sarah needed to wipe my come
from her face.  When she looked down and saw her blouse also covered she
exclaimed, God!  Mum will kill me when she sees this.'

   'What time do you need to be back?' I asked.

   'Teatime.'

   'Hours away yet!  Take the blouse off and I'll put it in the wash.'

   She was so grateful that I had to laugh and explain it was my come that
needed to be cleaned off.  If anyone should be grateful then it was most
definitely me.  I went and put the blouse in the wash but not before I'd
noticed Sarah's beautifully formed young breasts hiding behind her junior
bra.

   When I returned we sat down together on the sofa besides the now roaring
fire.  Whenever I tried to pull my gown over my cock, Sarah would instantly
move it away.  She wanted to see it even in its flaccid state.

   We talked about what had happened and my need for secrecy.  She asked
what had really started my desire.  I told her that it was when she began
playing with my nipples.  Typically she moved a hand to one and tried to
start again.

   'Too soon.' I laughed.

   Then she asked why my nipples were so sensitive.  She admitted to
rubbing hers, which was very nice, but never that good.  I explained that
there was a huge difference in touching yourself and someone else doing it
for you.

   Sarah thought for a moment then leaned forward, reached behind and
removed her bra.  Her breasts, though obviously small, were perfectly
formed.

   'Will you play with mine then?' she asked.

   In answer I placed my hand on one breast and began to caress it gently,
allowing my palm to rub against her dark bud.  Like my own, it required
little stimulus before it was erect.  I squeezed the young nipple between
my finger and thumb and heard Sarah's first sigh of pleasure.  Immediately
I lowered my head and took her other nipple into my mouth and sucked,
simultaneously rubbing it with my tongue.  A sigh, a lot louder and longer,
told me that she was enjoying it.  I continued teasing her breasts and
nipples with my hands, fingers, mouth and tongue until Sarah was squirming
with pleasure.  I bit and sucked, pinched and caressed all of her small
breasts.  Her nipples were standing out almost as far as her young breasts
were.  I thrilled at the thrills I was giving her.

   Almost of its own free will my hand moved down her slim body, over her
taut stomach until it reached her panties.  I slid my fingers below the
waistband and felt her abdomen shiver at their touch.  As they went further
down they touched the soft down that would soon become her pubic hair.  As
a finger slid between the moist lips of her pussy, Sarah's hips rose to
greet it and an almost animal purr came from her throat.  I was surprised
at how wet she was already.  My finger easily parted her lips and entered
her pussy.  I was still kissing her nipples but most of my attention and
Sarah's pleasures was coming from my fingers as they explored this young
girl's sex.

   My fingers explored far enough to encounter the barrier of her hymen
before retreating to introduce themselves to her clitoris.  She jumped at
my first touch but swiftly settled down to enjoy my efforts, even telling
me hoarsely just how good it felt.  Her clit was quite small but as
sensitive as any I'd encountered.

   I alternated between her pussy and clit until I could sense her orgasm
approaching.  I used my middle finger to enter her and the back of my thumb
to massage her clit.  By now she was wriggling and squirming like an eel as
I tried to bring her to climax.  Very abruptly she thrust her hips forward
and let out a loud moan of ecstasy followed by a smaller moan of pain as
her sudden movement forced my finger through her hymen.  Her hips, with an
agenda of their own kept thrusting against my thumb trying to extract all
the stimulation from her clit as possible.  Of course this meant that I was
also finger fucking her, my middle finger burying itself as far as it could
go into her virgin pussy.

   In my lust filled mind I had managed to partition enough morality to say
that I wouldn't hurt her by taking her virginity.  Once my finger had
broken that barrier and the pain it caused swiftly overpowered by her
orgasm, I lost even that bit of restraint.

   I was as hard as I've ever been as I lifted Sarah up to her feet and
quickly pulled down her panties.  I looked in awe at her almost hairless
pussy.  I could see the swollen lips and the sight was too much.  I needed
to have her immediately so I pulled her to me and positioned her astride me
and I guided my aching member to where no other cock had ever been.  It
felt wonderful just pressed against the entrance to the twelve-year-old's
pussy.

   With the last bit of sense I had I looked at her for permission to
continue.  She smiled at me and I took that to be a yes, so I slowly
lowered her onto my cock.  I felt the heat of her body as the head entered
her.  Very slowly I pushed further into her until my cock was fully buried
in her fabulously tight pussy.  Only once did Sarah react with anything but
pleasure and that was when I pushed past her torn hymen.

   I remained still for a while whilst I savoured the young girl astride
me. It then occurred to me that this was the first time ever that my cock
was inside a woman that I hadn't kissed.  To me, kissing was important as
it added emotion and caring to the physical act of sex.  I certainly did
care for Sarah so whilst she was getting used to my cock inside her, I
pulled her face to me and kissed her.  She responded with the eagerness and
naivety of her age.  As our kiss became more sensual our lower parts were
becoming very much sexual as I began to lift her off my cock before
lowering her back down as I thrust up to meet her.  Soon our kissing became
more passionate and I found I didn't need to lift her; Sarah herself was
riding my cock like a Derby winner.

   I felt her tense as a climax approached then she ground herself against
my pubic bone, desperate for the orgasm that was fast arriving.  Her legs
seemed to spasm and she broke from our kiss in order to breath better.  I
watched her face contort with pleasure, saw her face and chest flush as she
experienced her first orgasm from a cock.  'Mine!' I thought, grinning
inanely.

   I was so engrossed with my lover's pleasure that even with her really
tight pussy walls gripping me I was not close to coming, and of course, the
earlier blowjob was helping.  Once Sarah had reached her orgasm I felt able
to just concentrate on the ecstatic feelings coming from my cock.  After
slowing down to almost a halt, Sarah was once more riding me like a thing
gone wild.  This time I was keeping pace with her as best I could,
thrusting my hips up to meet her dropping body.  It wasn't long before
Sarah's was close to another orgasm so I focused on my own.  As I felt her
body tense once more and heard her first cry I could feel my seed rising.
Just after her orgasm reached its peak I was releasing my load deep into
her young body.  I kept thrusting as deep into her as possible until every
drop of cum was extracted from my balls.  By then Sarah had stopped moving,
just holding on to me as I filled her.  I collapsed back against the sofa
and Sarah collapsed on to me, leaning against my chest and breathing hard,
as I was.

   I looked down at her just as she looked up at me.  Instinctively we
kissed, soft and tender, which is exactly how I felt about her at that
moment.  The kiss went on for a long time, so long in fact, that my cock
began to stir again.  As it was still inside Sarah, she felt it and leaned
back from me and smiled.

   'Mmm!  Does this mean we can have some more?'

   'I wish!' I answered only half truthfully.  My post-coital relaxation
was beginning to wear off and the enormity of what I had just done hit me.

   'Sarah!' I started, 'what we just did was wonderful...'

   She smiled and let out a long 'mmmm' in agreement.

   '...but it was also wrong.  I shouldn't have taken advantage like that.'

   'You didn't take advantage.' She objected.

   'Of course I did.  You didn't come here for that, you came because you
were miserable and had nowhere else to go.'

   'True!  But you didn't do anything I didn't want you to.  The opposite
in fact, I wanted you to do everything you did,' then she grinned, 'even if
I didn't know it at the time.'

   'There you go then.  I seduced you when you were vulnerable.'

   'Did you plan to?' she demanded.

   'Of course not!  It just happened, but I should have behaved better.'

   That wicked grin appeared again.  'I don't think you could be better
than you were.' To emphasise her words she gave a squeeze of her pussy that
sent tingles up my soft cock, which was still inside her, even as I was
apologising.

   'Why did you do it then?  It was in response to me wasn't it?'

   I nodded.

   'Don't you realise how great that makes me feel, that I, as someone who
up until now no one cared a jot about, can have that effect on the one
person who treats me right.  Forget the physical pleasure, which was
immense by the way, but I'd do it again without that, the way you make me
feel when you hold me or kiss me is better than anything I've ever felt
before.'

   This seemed awfully mature for a twelve year old.  She's obviously had a
very poor life, I thought, but it still doesn't excuse me.

   To shut me up she kissed me.  A hungry, passionate kiss from a girl who
a few minutes earlier I thought didn't know how to kiss at all.  It was
passionate enough to get the blood returning to my cock.  I felt Sarah's
mouth smile as she felt me growing inside her.

   She started to move up and down again, but this time I stopped her and
lifted her off me.  She gave me such a wounded look as she thought I was
about to reject her.  I had already done enough to be sent to jail so now I
would do everything I could to make Sarah happy, and as I led the naked
twelve-year-old to my bed, I thought, if making love is what she wants then
who am I to argue with the best Christmas present I'd ever had.

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