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 KAREN - NEW START



   Again I was in hospital.  The caning I had received had damaged my
kidneys and I was quite ill, I almost died of blood poisoning before my
kidneys started working again.  This time though I was in a private
hospital in the Fens, 'Fen View'; I wondered what bright spark named it.  I
was in my own room off the main children's ward.  Gail visited daily.  The
first two weeks Uncle Paul was still in America, his visit having taken
much longer than they estimated.

   On the third Tuesday I had some more visitors.  Leslie came bouncing
into the room looking like an angel.  Her hair, washed and cleaned, was
almost golden, fine and shiny it framing her slender face, brightening the
room.  My spirits were lifted immediately.  With her was Nigel, huge and
ominous, he looked round my room checking it, smiled at me and said hello
(surprisingly softly for such a big man), then left the room.  Then a tall
well-dressed man entered and stood by my side looking down at me.  "Dad,
This is Karen" Leslie told him.  "Hello Karen, I'm Jeff Sanderson, Leslie's
Dad.  He placed his hand on Leslie's head, smiling he messed up her hair.
"OHHH DAD!" Leslie exclaimed, but it was obvious, even to me, of the love
that they shared.  "I came to do two things," he said.  "Firstly, I came to
offer my thanks for what you have done for Leslie.  I am not a man to give
my thanks lightly, but I owe you a great debt." He shook my hand, I was
surprised as tears pricked his eyes.  "Secondly, I have a great favour to
ask of you." He continued, glancing at Leslie.  "Due to my er, business I
am unable to have Leslie live with me at the moment.  I do not know of
anyone else who I would trust to look after her but you." WHAT!  Almost
panicking I looked round at Gail.  "But I'll have to ask..." I started. 
Gail nodded "Mr.  Sanderson has already spoken to me about Leslie." She
said "But its you who he wants to look after her." "But I'm only..." I
protested.  "You're only the one who nearly died to save her from being
raped." Mr.  Sanderson continued.  I was shocked to see him clench his
fists and this time I saw a tear roll down his cheek.  "Leslie wants you to
look after her, she trusts you, I trust you" He continued.  I didn't know
what to say, of course I would look after her.  We would be almost sisters.
"Of course I will, If that's what you want Leslie?" I said.  Leslie smiled,
wide, "Oh Karen I hoped you'd say yes, I did hope you'd let me stay with
you." She and I hugged, crying openly now.  "I've got to stay in here for a
few more days." I told her.  "OK, I'll visit you every day." Leslie mumbled
into my ear.

   It was settled as easily as that.  Leslie would stay with us, but it
would be I who she would look to.  Gail left with Leslie's Dad.  Leslie
stayed, so did Nigel.  He was the other part of the package.  He wouldn't
stay with us, but would be on hand throughout the day to take us to and
from school, to the town or where ever we wanted to go.  He would protect
both of us for Mr.  Sanderson.  Nigel would give Leslie a lift back later.

   I was tired and it was time for me to have a bath.  Leslie started the
water running and came back to get me.  It was a little strange having
Leslie undress me.  I was more used to undressing and washing her.  But
undress me she did and then held my arm as I got into the water.  She took
the soap, wet her hands and started soaping my shoulders.  I lay back and
let her small warm hand glide across my front, under my breasts, then round
and round each tit climbing to the nipples.  I couldn't help but gasp as
her hot fingers rubbed my nipples.  Teasing them into life, then pulling
and twisting the firm nubs.  "Stand up." She told me.  I did.  Leslie
turned me away from her and washed my back.  I was a little disappointed as
I had been getting quiet randy in hospital.  Again her hands started at my
shoulders and continued down.  Down to my ribs, then darting forward to
grasp and squeeze my tits.  I gasped again and had to press against the
wall to support and steady myself.  Leslie continued down my spine and then
to my waist.  Again her hands slid around to my front.  This time her left
hand rose to my breast, the other descended teasingly above my pubis.  Both
hands then disappeared behind me.  I was panting now, so close to cumming.
I needed this orgasm.  I needed it so much.  From my waist Leslie's hands
descended again.  My buttocks were washed, parted and a finger glided along
the crack, over my straining puckered ass, to my wet open slit.  I opened
my legs to give her all the room she needed.  Fingers parted running either
side of my labia and slid forward teasing me almost beyond reason.  I could
feel my vagina dripping now.  The fingers came together just in front of my
clit, paused then started back.  This time Leslie kept her fingers together
and they dragged the whole length of my slit.  Pulling back my erect clit
allowing it to spring forward, pulling the inner lips back and apart,
almost dipping into my waiting hole but continuing on back.  Then over my
ass and finally back to my waist.  With my whole attention on the hand
between my legs I hadn't noticed her other hand cupping and squeezing my
breast.  I did now, the pressure on my nipple, together with my need gave
me the climax I was waiting for.  Not a massive 'blow your mind' orgasm,
more a 'warm and loved' orgasm.  Leslie waited while I stiffened and gasped
my way through it.

   Washing my legs should have been an anticlimax (pun intended).  But
Leslie made it more like the start of the second round.  She started
talking to me, telling me how soft my skin was, how she loved touching me,
how she liked my small firm breasts.  I let her continue.  Revelling in the
pleasure of her touch.  "Turn around." I was startled by her voice.  I had
almost forgotten that she had my front to wash.  Now I could watch her as
she worked.  As she started on my shoulders again I looked into her eyes.
Looking directly into my eyes she grasped my neck and pulled me down to
her. Lips met lips and locked.  A gentle tongue invaded my mouth.  Hot and
wet she explored my mouth as though she was exploring my soul, deep and
soft, warm and gentle, we kissed for the very first time.  She let me up,
re-soaped her hands looking at them and then me, wanting me to KNOW that
she was intent upon making me cum, really cum a total mind blowing cum.  I
was ready for her.  I wanted her.  She may only have been 7 1/2 years old
but she knew more about sex than I did.  She soaped my breasts, teasing the
nipples.  Twisting them, pulling them rotating my breasts, grabbing the tit
flesh and squeezing.  My knees were almost giving way when she relented and
moved down to my stomach.  I thought that I would be able to recover for a
moment or two but she leant forward and sucked a nipple into her tiny
mouth, nibbling on my nub.  I thrust forward trying to force more of myself
into her mouth.  She massaged my abdomen with experienced fingers I felt
the blood rise to my skin, felt my stomach relax ready for the last phase.

   A gentle finger pressure on the inside of my knees made me part my legs,
wide.  I felt the backs of her hands glide up my inner thighs.  Panting now
I looked down and watched her mouth working on my breast and her hands
approaching my sex.  As both hands arrived together, gripping my inner lips
between themselves and pulling, stretching the soft flesh, I threw my head
back and let out a small gasp.  Fingers gripped my clit pulling and
twisting rubbing back and forward, driving me closer and closer to the
peak. More fingers spread my lips, found my hole and burrowed deep into me,
squirming and teasing deep, deep inside me.  Leslie's small hands seeming
to disappear completely inside me.  She started thrusting in and out,
fucking me with her hand.  Driving me wild, fire flashes jumping from my
clit to cunt to tits and all over, all over.  I felt my skin get hot, very
hot.  Then I gripped Leslie's shoulders and came on her hands.  My cunt
grasping and pulling on her fist, trying to suck her deeper inside.  My
juices soaking her hands almost up to her elbows.  I was drained. 
Exhausted, depleted, overwhelmed.  I held onto her as I gathered myself
together.  Leslie looked up at me smiling.  "You don't know how long I've
waited to do something for you." She said.  "Thank you Leslie, Thank you so
much.  I needed that after being stuck in here for so long." I said.  "And
after what you have been through." Leslie replied.  She rinsed me down,
helped me out of the bath and then dried me.

   Dressed in a clean nightie I lay in bed.  Leslie sat beside me, her head
on my bed and a hand under my blankets, and between my legs.  Warming
rather than exciting.  I fell asleep, content and happy.

   I woke as the nurse came in to take my temperature.  Why is it that they
say sleep is good for you, then they wake you up at 6 o'clock in the
morning?  Don't ask me, I'm only a kid.

   I showered, looking at the bath and remembering last night.  I stroked
my clit and pulled on my breast, my favourite way of masturbating.  I came
quickly but without feeling satisfied as I had last night.  Breakfast came
eventually, as did the cleaners and the normal daily bustle of any
hospital. The ward sister, a quiet Scot with a haughty demeanour, entered
my room.  "You have an appointment with Dr Winslow this morning, in her
office.  Nurse Blake will take you when you have tidied your room a little.
I'm moving you to a er, more suitable, yes, more suitable room." She smiled
to herself as she finished, then looked at me in her usual disapproving
way. I wasn't worried, according to Nurse Blake; God himself would have to
pull his socks up to reach Sister Patterson's standards.  Oh well this
would be the third time I had been moved since I arrived here.  I packed
everything (not a lot) into the bedside cabinet, then waited for Nurse
Blake to take me to Dr Winslow.  I wondered what she wanted from me.  As I
waited I couldn't help but think about last night.

   Dr Winslow was in the Department of Psychiatry.  When I entered she
greeted me warmly and went to a lot of trouble to make me feel comfortable.
When she started talking I realised what her concern was.  She thought that
what I had been through might have out me off sex.  Put me OFF!  I was
almost ready to rip her clothes off and stick my head between her legs.  I
was so HORNY!  I looked down at my chest, my nipples poked out prominently.
They were so hard they ached!  I was so wet that I wondered why I didn't
slide off my seat.  Couldn't this woman see that I WANTED sex?  I was a
little distracted, but I made what I thought were the correct noises and
after an hour went back to the ward.

   Nurse Blake saw me waiting at the nurse's station and took me to my new
room.  I was surprised at the door.  It was much heavier than my last door.
I had to push to get it open and closed.  I also noticed that when the door
was closed I couldn't hear ANYTHING from outside.  Nurse Blake, who had
been watching me, smiled.  "What did you expect, you were rather noisy last
night you know?" It took me a second to realise what she was talking about
then I went bright red.  I tried to stutter that I would be quiet in the
future but she just laughed and stroked my head.  "Oh don't worry, we
didn't think that the other room was right for you anyway.  Anyway from the
sounds of it, you must have enjoyed it." I smiled at her.

   After lunch (I don't know what it was, grey and didn't move too fast so
I ate it) Nurse Blake came in to my room holding my notes.  "Umm," she
said. "Dr Winslow seems to think that you should see one of her
therapists." She looked at me, straight into my eyes.  "I think that you're
a little too young for this sort of thing, AND I don't think that you need
to see anyone.  But I don't have any say in it." She sat on my bed and held
my hand.  "Karen, Dr Winslow is an expert on human sexuality.  She is
concerned that you may subconsciously link the horrible things that you
have experienced with sex and inter-personal relationships.  She wants you
to have a session with a sex therapist so that your reactions may be
judged." She looked at me, "Remember, you DON'T have to do anything that
you don't want to." I didn't know what to do.  Aunt Gail and Uncle Paul
weren't available to talk to.  "What would you do if you were me?" I asked
her.  "Well," she said.  "If it were ME then I would see the therapist" she
said, "I KNOW that I would like it.  However YOU have to make up your own
mind." She smiled at me; I smiled back.  "OK then, I'll see him.  It is a
HIM isn't it?" Nurse Blake looked a little flustered.  "Er, no.  You're
booked in to see Sue James.  After you and your young friend, er, enjoyed
yourselves last night we thought that you preferred girls." She looked
embarrassed.  I was also embarrassed "Does it matter if I like girls and
boys?" I asked looking up at her.  "Little one.  I think that's the best
way." She hugged me and then helped me into my dressing gown.

   Sue James welcomed me into her room.  She was dressed in a normal
nurse's white uniform.  Button fronted and knee length.  She was slim.  Her
full breasts filled her uniform over a slim waist and wide hips.  Strong,
well-muscled legs showed below her uniform.  I could see that both men and
women would desire her.  "Hi Karen," she smiled at me, an open honest
friendly greeting.  I felt better seeing that.  "Come in and sit down." I
sat beside her and she pushed a few jars of creams toward me.  "I'm going
to give you a massage." She said.  "I usually use these creams...  " She
showed me the jars of cream and let me feel and smell each of them, I
relaxed completely.  "Now Karen, lets get you comfortable on the couch."
She took me over to a wide, low massage couch.  I started to undo the
buttons on my dressing gown but she gently took over, smiling as she moved
my hands aside.  "You relax and let me do this for you." Soon my dressing
gown was on the chair beside me.  "Raise your arms." She said.  I did and
she lifted my nightie over my head leaving me naked.  "You've got a lovely
body Karen.  You should make sure you take care of it properly." I stood,
as she looked me over.  "Now lay down on your front please." I was
surprised at how wide the couch was.  It would easily be wide enough of two
I thought.  Of course, I remembered.  It was supposed to be for two.  That
was the idea behind this.

   I rested my head on my arms as she gathered the things she needed for my
'massage'.  Then she took off her nurse's uniform.  She stood in front of
me in white bra and panties.  Her crotch was level with my face, only
inches away.  Then I noticed that I could see her vaginal slit quiet
clearly, though I couldn't see any sign of her pubic hair.  I couldn't help
myself, I reached forward and touched the front of her panties feeling for
her pubic hair.  Sue stopped moving.  I was intent upon my examination of
her Mons, and was surprised when she slipped her panties down and kicked
them off.  I now touched her baby soft skin, not a hair in sight.  "Do you
like it?" she asked.  "I like to shave completely clean, then when I feel
my lovers pubic hair brushing against my bare cunt, well it sends me into
heaven." I looked up at her.  "I've never seen anyone completely shaven
before, do you do it yourself?" I asked.  "No, normally I get my lover to
do it for me.  Its so much better when someone else does it." Sue replied.
I couldn't help myself and replied "Anything that happens down there is
better when someone else does it for you." "That's very true." Sue replied.
"Now Let's get on with your massage."

   Sue started at my shoulders, standing in front of me her legs parted.  I
stared at her exposed labia, watching the soft lips as she moved.  Then I
noticed that Sue's labia started to open.  A wetness appearing on her inner
lips.  I reached forward and touched one wet lip with my finger, collecting
some of the liquid on my fingertip.  I licked my finger, tasting Sue's
special flavour.  "Ohhhh...  You can do that as often as you want." Sue
said.  But then she moved around to start on my back.  I felt the couch
move as she climbed on, then her weight settle on me as she knelt astride
me.  I could feel the heat of her thighs and the wetness of her slit
against my thighs.  Her hands started to run over my lower back and sides.
Brushing against the edge of my small breasts.  My nipples hardening and
digging into the firm couch.  Sue edged down lower, her weight on my calves
as she massaged my lower back.  Then she moved to one side and parted my
legs.  She then knelt in between my parted legs and continued my massage.
Her hands roamed over and between my buttocks, but didn't touch my slit at
all.  My legs were then completed I felt relaxed and warm.

   "Turn over." said Sue.  I did and looked up at her kneeling beside me.
She was still wearing her bra but nothing else.  "How are you feeling?" she
asked me.  "Wonderful, just wonderful." I replied.  "Ready for this side?"
she asked.  "Oh yes, I'm ready." I replied.  "Er Sue?" I started,
hesitantly.  "Yes Karen." "Sue, would you take off your bra?" I asked.  Sue
smiled and rested back on her heels.  "Of course I will." She said,
reaching behind her, then pulled her bra off letting her full breasts free.
I looked up at them, she was larger that Aunt Gail.  The dark nipples were
already hard and crinkled.  I reached up and cupped both tits, sliding my
thumbs over her nipples.  Sue threw her head back and pushed her tits into
my hands.  She let me fondle her for a couple of minutes, then covered my
hands with hers.  "It's my turn to turn you on." She said then got off the
couch.  Sue walked around to the head of the couch, took up a jar of cream
and scooped a generous portion out.  She stood by my head, leaned forward
and spread the cream over my upper chest, then my breasts.  Rotating each
tit and squeezing each nipple between thumb and forefinger.  The cream
seemed to burn into my nipples.  Over the rest of the skin it was warming,
but my sensitive nipples burned.  The heat set up a fire within me.  Sue
smiled down at me as my nipples hardened and crinkled, erecting more that
ever before.  I looked up at her, smiling back.  Then closed my eyes and
gasped as she continued.  As her hands reached lower, so her breasts
descended toward my mouth.  I looked at her tits.  Her nipples already
erect.  Then I lifted my head and sucked a nipple into my mouth.  With a
gentle suction to hold her within my mouth, I ran my tongue over the
entrapped bud.  I closed my eyes and suckled on her.  Nipped her and tried
to bury my face into her firm breast.  I reached up and grasped both tits.
Gently at first, but with increasing pressure I gripped and squeezed her
sucked and chewed upon her and licked her.  I felt Sue's nipples grow
longer, harder.  More to take into my mouth, more to tease and please, more
to please me.

   Sue had reached my abdomen and she knelt up upon the couch, moving her
tits out of my reach.  She knelt beside my head, knees wide apart as she
continued to massage my lower abdomen.  I looked up at her hairless slit,
saw it glistening from her own fluids.  I knew what I WANTED to do, to bury
my head between her legs and suck upon her slit, to push my tongue deep
into her cunt, to pull on her clit until she came in my mouth, then to
drink her spending as it flowed from her.  My need was so great that I
didn't notice my legs turn outward, then part.  My knees raising until I
was completely open and exposed to her.

   Her hand descended between my legs, a finger dipping deep into my cunt.
I squirmed around and pushed my head between her legs.  I locked my lips
onto her wet labia and thrust upward driving my face into her wet sex as I
sucked her deep into me.  I felt the heat of her breath between my legs,
then her hot wet tongue speared into me.  We teased each other mercilessly,
both driving the other onto their orgasm, mindless of our own pleasure. 
Sweating and panting, hands roamed everywhere.  My nipples being pulled and
twisted as I thrust two fingers into her ass.  A finger invaded my ass as a
thumb dipped into my cunt, they met and rubbed the thin separating
membrane. I twisted onto my side then forced Sue onto her back.  I pushed
my head between her legs again as she easily lifted me onto her face.  I
felt her tense, her legs trapped my head, pulling me against her sopping
cunt.  Once, twice, again, again, she came.  Her juices flowing freely into
my waiting hungry mouth.  I sucked and drank her juices direct from the hot
source as she moaned and gasped into my own, waiting, wanting, cunt.  As
her orgasm spent, she lifted her head again and nipped my clit in her
teeth. As she pulled and twisted, I hit my own orgasm.  My turn now to grip
her with my legs, and squirt my cum into Sue's mouth.  I felt her mouth
sucking and moving against me as she drank.  I finished and fell back
against the couch.  We both lay spent.  Holding each other nuzzling faces
into flesh.  Still in our 69 position.

   We showered together.  I admired her body, trim and firm.  Slender, with
full firm breasts, looking all the larger due to her slenderness.  Her
apple shaped buttocks looking even sexier when wet and soapy.  Sue slipped
her hand between my legs and teased my clit into life.  Moments later I
came again, holding onto her shoulders and burying my face between her
breasts.

   Sue dried and dressed me.  I returned to my room a rosy, satisfied glow
on my cheeks.  Nurse Blake saw me as I entered the ward.  "Oh Karen, You DO
look good" she leaned toward me and whispered "Getting screwed must agree
with you." We laughed and I went back to lay on my bed.  I couldn't read or
anything, I just wanted to remember the last few hours.

   The next day Dr Jenkins, the doctor in charge of me, saw me.  He looked
at my chart and gave me a quick examination.  "Well done young lady.  You
have shown a remarkable improvement over the last couple of days, so I
think we'll let you go home this afternoon - you still have to rest
though!" He glared at me.  I knew him to be a big teddy bear, all gruff and
growling, but ever so kind inside.  I smiled at him and he smiled back. 
"You go home then Karen.  Well see you again if you need us." He kissed me
on my forehead and left.

   I smiled to my self; at last I was going to my new home with Gail and
Uncle Paul, Rae and Leslie.  My new life starts in a few hours.



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