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From: "Karen Souleman" <raven_soule@c4.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Karen 10 - Mum!
Date: Fri, 23 Nov 2001 22:10:06 -0500
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KAREN 10 - MUM!

Hi.  My name is Karen Souleman.  I am (now) 29 years old.  This
is the tenth chapter of my life story.

In this chapter I am 12 years old (13 the next month).  I am
living with my Aunt Gail, Uncle Paul and Cousin Rae (4).  Leslie
(8) is also living with us.  I met Leslie when we were both in
The Beeches, a children's home.  I took her place for a filmed
beating and rape.  Following our escape from the Beeches,
Leslie's Dad asked me to look after her for him as he wasn't able
to and Leslie's mother was in prison.  I was very happy to do so
for him.  Leslie and I had grown to love each other.

Following my mother's death, I was stunned to learn that I was
the heiress to a  20 million fortune.  How we had this money when
my mother and I lived in virtual poverty I did not yet know.

This chapter continues the story started in chapter 9.  All of
the Karen chapters, and my other stories, can be found at
www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/raven_soule/www/

I hope that you enjoy this chapter.


Love,

Karen


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KAREN 10 - MUM!


Rae and I were totally engrossed in our lovemaking when a scream
rent the air.

"MUM!"

Leslie's voice!

I spun round.

Alex was standing beside Leslie, her head in his hands, and he
was trying to push his erection into her mouth.

Rae's screams joined those from Leslie

I didn't think, just reacted.

Time slowed to a crawl.

The knife I kept attached to my headboard was in my hand, my hand
swung back; with a grunt of effort, I threw the knife at Leslie's
assailant.

The stainless steel knife turned lazily as it crawled toward the
boy.

He turned his head toward me, his screams now filling the air.

One and a half turns.  That's all I'd allowed.  That's all it
needed.  The point eased its way through the shirt, then skin and
then the muscle beneath, emerging the other side of his arm,
blood shooting everywhere. 

The door crashed open. Gail and Paul took in the situation
instantly.

The tableau was imprinted forever in my mind: Rae lying naked on
my bed; I kneeling on the floor, my head between her legs. 
Leslie, also naked, sitting leaning against the foot-board of the
bed, legs parted, hands deep into her cunt, masturbating.  Alex,
holding Leslie's head, trying to push his erect cock into
Leslie's mouth. Now, the silver shaft of my knife protruding from
both sides of his upper arm.

Gail dragged Alex out of the door.  I was sure that she would
tend to him and decide just what medical attention he really
required.

Paul scooped up Leslie and tried to cuddle her but she squirmed
out of his arms and ran to mine. Rae jumped into her father's
arms.  We held our loved ones, cuddling, protecting, reassuring.
The thundering roar that had flooded my ears subsided and I
started to hear sounds again.   Voices. 

"Mum, Mum, Mum."  Leslie sobbed.

"My dearest, I can't get you your mother, my precious.  Let me
hold you, let me love you."  I too was sobbing now.

"Karen, Karen, she means you." Paul spoke quietly, calmly,
soothing us all with his gentle voice. "She usually says mum when
she means you.  Only she hasn't talked to you about it yet."

I looked into Leslie's eyes.

"You told my dad you'd look after me," she said, "you're the only
mum I know.  You've been more of a mum to me that my real mother
ever was.  Why do you think I was in bloody Beeches?" 

She looked at me, desperation and horror, pleading and hope,
filling her eyes.

"You'll be my mum won't you? Please, please . . . " She buried
her head in my chest.

"Will you be my daughter then?" I asked her. 

Leslie looked up at me, wild emotions flashed across her
features.

"Does that . . . I'm gonna be your . . . Yes I want to . .
.Please, please, please." She looked down, then into my eyes
again.

"Mum, I love you."

How can four words tear your heart so?

"I love you too, my own precious one, daughter of mine."  I
smiled through my tears.

Leslie smiled too.

"Thank you Mum. Thank you for stopping him." 

"I will always protect you my darling. Always." We held each
other for a long, long time.  Just comforting each other and
being with each other.  Settling into our new relationship.  I
was a mother, just under twelve years old and I was mother to an
eight-year old.  I wondered if I could take the strain and
pressure of my new responsibilities. I remembered what Gail had
said in the hospital.

'Mr. Sanderson has already spoken to me about Leslie,' she had
said, 'But it's you who he wants to look after her.'

I hadn't realised just what I had agreed to.  Now that I had
accepted my responsibility, I hoped that I could live up to it.

 We dressed, fully.  Underwear, vests, T-shirts, jeans and
jumpers.  I held my *daughter's* <grin> hand as we walked
downstairs.  I pulled Leslie behind me when we entered the
lounge.  Why?   Just in case.

Paul sat in his chair, Rae on his lap.  We hadn't noticed them
leave.

Seeing us, Rae jumped up and ran over to hug us. 

"I'm sorry, I was so silly and screamed," she said guiltily,
worried and concerned at her own actions.  Paul and I were both
shocked by her concern. 

Paul came over and knelt beside me as both he and I hugged the
child and reassured her that she wasn't silly; that WE would have
screamed if we had been her.

Rae's trust in her father was so solid that she was easily
mollified.  While she knew he joked with her and teased her, she
knew that she could trust him totally.

Rae and Leslie knelt on the floor together, heads together
playing and talking.

"I've got a new Mum," Leslie told Rae proudly.  She held my hand
and looked up into my eyes, her smile wide and bright enough to
light up the whole town.

"Are you Leslie's mummy now?" Rae asked me.  Smiling I nodded.

"How does it feel to be a parent?" Paul asked, a smile on his
face.

"Exhausting," I replied, "totally exhausting." He laughed.

"Paul, where's Gail and . . ."

Paul didn't let me finish.

"They've gone to Leeds," he said. "His mum and dad have to be
told about this."

I nodded.  I knew I was going to be in big trouble, knifing their
son. 

"I'm sorry for the trouble I caused," I said.  I was totally
downhearted.

Paul turned to me.

"You, young lady, have NOTHING to be sorry about." The feeling in
his voice made the girls turn round surprised. "If I'd been there
I'd have . . ." He trailed off.  I knew what he would have wanted
to do.

"Anyway," he continued after a couple of moments, "there's
someone in the kitchen who wants a word with you."

Puzzled I went into the kitchen.  There sat Nigel, for once not
dressed in his usual immaculate suit and tie.  He was examining
my knife.  He looked up as I entered, and slid the knife across
the table toward me.

"Show me."  He said pointing to a dartboard on the back door.

I picked up the knife and threw.  Bulls eye. 50% of skill is in
having luck at the right time.  I had my luck today.  Twice.  The
first time because I'd aimed at Alex's head and hit his arm.  The
second time, by hitting the bull, when I would have been glad to
hit the board.

Nigel walked over to the dartboard, withdrew the knife, he gave
it back to me, handle first.

"You done good, girl, very good.  I'll get you a sheath for
that."  He nodded at the knife in my hands.

As he walked to the door, he paused and thought for a moment.  He
came back to me taking out his wallet.  He pulled out a small
card.  I recognized it.  It was a gift certificate I'd given him
a while back - value: one massage.

"Will you give me a massage tomorrow?"  he asked.  I nodded
smiling widely.  I knew that I had won Nigel's respect and in an
area, he had never expected me to either.  I would gladly give
him his massage.

The evening passed quietly.  I sat on the sofa, Paul in his
chair.  The girls changed about. On the floor one moment; either
side of me the next.  Each on a lap the moment after; then back
on the floor.  Then at half past nine, Leslie took Rae's hand and
they went upstairs.  Five minutes later, they returned in their
nighties.  They kissed us both good night. Leslie told me that
Rae would be sleeping with her tonight.  She looked across at
Paul very pointedly.  Both Paul and I got the message.

As they closed the door behind them, Paul turned toward me.

"Will you honour me by sleeping with me tonight?"  he asked.

"It's I who will be honoured, kind sir," I replied.  Hand in
hand, we went upstairs to his bedroom.

I'm sure I have said before that Paul is a magnificent lover. 
Gently, he undressed me, kissing my body as he uncovered it. 
Lifting off my vest, he lay me down on his bed.  I relaxed, my
arms above my head, naked to the waist.  I watched as he
undressed completely.  Paul lay beside me and ran his hand over
my chest, my breasts.  He lowered his mouth to mine, and we
kissed. His fingers played with my nipples, teasing me, firing my
desire.  I wrapped my arms around his neck as we kissed. 

He started to unbutton my jeans; I helped him with the stiff zip
and lifted my hips off the bed as he pulled them down and off me.
 I too was naked now and felt free in my nudity with him. 
Turning toward him, I pushed him onto his back.  I kissed him
then trailed my kisses down his neck, his whiskers prickling me.
The thought of his rough, whiskered, skin against the tender,
soft skin of my mons excited me.

I sucked on his nipples, felt them harden against my tongue. I
continued licking and nipping, getting hairs in my mouth, hairs
on my tongue.  My tongue played across his stomach down to his
navel.  I swirled it in the deep depression, tasting him, his own
special flavour.

Lower I kissed, into his pubic hair, through the dense forest of
his pubes, until I nuzzled against the base of his erect cock. 
Wrapping my hand around the shaft of his  cock I eased myself
over the crown.  Paul's cock wasn't huge, 6 or 7 inches in
length, though the girth was surprising. I slid the uncircumcised
foreskin down to reveal the smooth purple crown.  I dropped my
mouth onto this warm, velvety, iron rod.

I sucked and teased; I wanted Paul to cum quickly. Quickly this
time, so that he could last longer when I mounted him.  I forced
myself to be as light as a feather and soft as a dream on his
cock.  I wanked his cock into my waiting mouth and, as I
anticipated, within moments he came.  His cum flooded into my
waiting, eager mouth.  I caught it all and gladly swallowed every
drop.

Now Paul could service me, then we would get on with the main
event.  I twisted round and swung my leg over him. Facing his
head, I lowered my hot wet cunt onto his mouth.  He didn't
disappoint me.  As soon as his tongue could reach, it was flying
over my supersensitive slit.  His lips sought out and freed my
hiding clit, freeing it to be pounced upon by his waiting tongue.
 Kneeling astride him, I didn't need my grip on the headboard for
balance, so I used both hands to further inflame my throbbing
titties. 

I massaged my titties, gripping and squeezing the tit flesh while
pulling and twisting the engorged nipples. Soon, too soon, I was
engulfed within my own orgasm.  Throwing my head back, I gave
into the climax smashing through me.  Panting and gasping for
breath I rode the 'little death' until I surfaced the other side.
 Skin aflame and supersensitive, soaked in my sweat and suffused
with my hot blood.

I moved down Paul's body.  Dragging my wet, leaking, slit over
his skin.  The longer hairs on his chest did not scrape my tender
flesh as his whiskers had done, rather they actually soothed the
abused flesh, firing more pleasurable sensations through my
tensing, screaming body.

I laid a trail of my juices from his face to his cock.  When I
finally bumped into his, once again erect cock I stopped.  I
kissed him deeply, tasting my own juices on him, loving his taste
and smell, inflamed by the thought of riding his hard, proud
cock.

Kneeling more upright, I grasped his straining erection and slid
the crown all the way from top to bottom of my slit.  Lubricating
his cock; inflaming our desires. I positioned him at the entrance
to my vagina and slowly lowered myself onto him.

I was so absorbed in the sensation of him entering me, filling
me; that I didn't hear myself cry out.  I mashed my clit against
his hard, hairy, pubic bone. Flames of passion careered through
my slender frame. I rocked back and forth.  Back, the increased
depth of penetration, the added pressure on my cervix, the
expanding sense of fullness fired me.  Forward, the pressure
directly upon my clit almost drove me wild.

Again I felt the sense of fullness, of womanhood, the sense of
being my true self that I only ever felt when fully penetrated by
a man I love.  I love Leslie, Gail, Rae.  I love making love with
them.  Girl/girl sex isn't better than boy/girl sex, it's
different.  Generally though, I really prefer at least one of my
partners to be male. Having a hard cock deep within you brings
out something deeply female.

Supporting myself on Paul's chest, I started to raise myself off
him and then quickly drop down again. I rode him, gaining speed
and height with each passing minute.

Paul lay passively beneath me, sensing my need to do this myself.
 To make myself an adult, a parent, almost to fuck myself out of
childhood.

When I laced my fingers together behind my head, Paul raised his
hands to my breasts.  Twin explosions radiated from my titties as
he gripped and squeezed the nipples.  Closer and closer I came to
my orgasm, faster and faster I rode.

I felt Paul's cock expand within me; seconds later his shaft shot
stream after stream of cum deep into my belly.  This pushed me
over the edge into my own climax.  I shuddered and gasped through
this second orgasm, still arching backward, arms behind my head,
still only supported by Paul's grip on my breasts.

Slowly I came down from heaven.

I lay forward onto my lover and rested.  I felt the power of this
man as his chest expanded effortlessly to lift and lower me as he
breathed.  I looked across at Gail's dressing table and saw Rae
and Leslie quietly watching us. 

As they were now sure we'd finished Leslie led Rae toward the
door.

"We wanted to see what happened when you made love," Leslie said
simply.  She came to the side of the bed and touched my cheek
gently.  "You are so beautiful when you cum," she said. "Good
night." Holding hands she and Rae left our room.

"Good night Rae, Good night Leslie." Paul and I spoke in unison.

"How long have they . . .  " I started.

"They came in when I was getting undressed.  They were quiet
weren't they?" Paul replied.

I lay spooned in Paul's strong arms. His front pressing hard on
my back, his soft cock nestling against my bum cheeks.  I was
getting excited again, wet again.  I turned my head and kissed
him.

"Stop it and go to sleep," I told him.

"Stop what?" he asked puzzled.

I don't think I really heard him - I was asleep.

The next morning was spent getting ready for Nigel.  Nigel is at
least six foot six inches tall and weighs about twenty-two stone.
 None of which is fat! He can lift me with one hand while lifting
Leslie and Rae with the other, without any sign of effort.  I was
to give him a massage.  I was to stretch and relax HIS muscles! 
Leslie and I studied my massage book looking for hints and extra
help in dealing with someone like Nigel. Mid-morning I had a
flash of inspiration: I phoned Sue James at Fen View.  She was a
professional masseuse, perhaps she could help me. 

Sue returned my call within half an hour.  After asking one
question - was the massage to be sexual?  I answered honestly -
yes.  She spoke to me for about fifteen minutes, explaining the
order in which to do things.  How to undress, when to undress. 
How to undress the 'client'.  How to begin the sexual portion of
the massage.  Which creams to use on men and which to use on
women.  Leslie and I gathered the things I needed.  Then we
waited.

Spot on time Nigel arrived, punctual as always. 

"Good morning Sir," I greeted him.

He smiled his quiet, gentle smile.

"Good morning My Lady," was his reply.

I led him to my room and asked him to get undressed and lie on
the 'table'. 

I had removed my bed frame and lain my mattress on the floor.  I
knew I had to have a lot of support for Nigel's weight.

I left the room and waited for ten minutes.  

Knocking on the door I entered my bedroom.  Nigel lay face down
on the mattress, a towel across his buttocks.  I knelt beside him
and picked up the bottle of 'Tea Tree Oil' lotion out of the bowl
of warm water (no cold cream on his back!).  I spread the warm
lotion on my hands and leaned over him.

Nigel's shoulders were solid, as though they were made from the
hardest wood.  I spread the lotion over his skin and eased it
into him.  I was not going to try to relax his muscles, I was
going to work on his skin. I was going to use that to relax him.

My hand movements were gentle, long and slow.  I ensured that I
always had plenty of lotion and that I allowed plenty of time for
the lotion to be absorbed.  Following Sue's advice I stopped when
I reached the towel.

"Turn over please sir."

Nigel turned over, as I held the towel to keep him covered.

Taking his left arm, I lifted it and placed his wrist on my
shoulder.  This gave me access to his whole arm without me
holding it up all the time.  I applied the lotion and then moved
around to the other side.  I did the same to the other arm.  Now
I had to take off my T-shirt; I was dripping with sweat already.
I continued, dressed in my shorts and bra, though my bra was so
wet as to be see through.

I started applying lotion to his chest.  The Tea Tree oil had a
wonderful effect: on normal skin it was warming; on sensitive
skin it inflamed the sensations. Firing without burning, subtly
exciting the victim, slowly but constantly.  I watched his
nipples, but they hadn't hardened as I expected. As I reached the
towel again I was puzzled at the lack of response.  Then Nigel
raised himself onto his elbows.

"Karen, I have a secret, something that you should know about,"
he said. "I need to show you something."

He took my hand, gently as always, and guided down his body, the
other hand removed the towel leaving him naked before me.  He
placed the palm of my hand on his testes, then I realised there
was nothing in the sack.

"Oh," I said in surprise.  I examined the empty sack with my
fingers and eyes.  I now didn't know what to do or say.

Nigel turned my head toward him and looked into my eyes.

"I had cancer when I was twenty; I had a choice, give up my
testicles to save my life, or keep them and only live another six
to twelve months.  I choose life." 

He waited.  I knelt beside him and made up my mind.  I took the
towel and, folding it, placed it beside me.  I picked up the
lotion again and poured more onto my hand.

"I want to carry on with this massage," I said.

Nigel lay down again.

"So do I," he said, "so do I."

I knew he was enjoying this, but not in the way I had expected. I
applied the lotion to his abdomen, then lower, to his forever
flaccid cock and the empty sack, and then down between his legs.
He parted his legs without me asking. When he did, I kissed him
on his nipple.  I applied lotion down both legs, right to his
feet. 

"Turn over again please Sir," I said.  He smiled as he rolled
over.  Presented now with his naked back, I finished covering him
with lotion. Only one more thing to do.

As his eyes were closed, I let him relax for a few minutes while
I turned on the shower and laid out the soaps.    "If Sir would
come with me, please?" I said.

Nigel got up, and, naked, walked to the shower stall.  I pushed
him under the water and then let him watch as I  too stripped. 
Now I also was naked and I joined him under the warm water.  I
washed him all over. I applied the soap to my own body then used
that to wash him.  I'm sure that I enjoyed this shower more than
he did.  However, I believe that Nigel enjoyed it as well.

We dressed and, to my surprise, Nigel lowered his head to mine,
tentatively he kissed me, his lips parted slightly, though his
tongue stayed back.  As he withdrew, I held onto him and kissed
him.  This time I forced my tongue into his mouth and explored
him.  I parried against his tongue for a few joyful moments. 
Then as I withdrew from his mouth, his tongue followed into mine.
 I tilted my head back to give him better access to me.  We
kissed for a long time.  I was dizzy when we parted.  He smiled
at me.

"Where were you when I was nineteen?" he asked.

I smiled. "I'm here now.  Thank you Nigel."

He squeezed me tightly and we parted.

Nigel went into the kitchen to wait for us to need him.  I went
into the front room.  Gail was sat in her chair, Paul kneeling by
her side.  They looked up as I entered; it was obvious that she
had been crying.

"Jane wants to press charges against you," she said, tears
falling freely again. "I'm so sorry my precious, she says she
wants you in prison."  Gail broke down sobbing.  I didn't know
what to do, what to say.  Leslie came to my side and I put my arm
around her shoulders.  We looked at each other.  No one was going
to split us up, not now.  Eye to eye we made a silent pact.  We
would do anything to stay together.



Comments please to raven_soule@mailandnews.com

Copyright (c) 2001 Karen Souleman


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