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When I got to my aunt's ward and located her bed, it was empty. I
grabbed a passing nurse and asked what had happened to my aunt. The
nurse looked at some schedules.

"She's having her radiotherapy at the moment. She'll be back in
about an hour. There's a common-room just down the corridor with
various vending machines if you want to wait."

Having come a long way to see her, I didn't want the journey to be
wasted.

"Thank you, I'll wait."

I made my way to the common-room, quite a large, well-lit, airy room
with comfortable seating and drinks and snacks machines. A television
was showing the news in one corner, and there was a selection of
magazines and newspapers on a coffee-table. I inserted the necessary
coins to buy an orange juice and a chocolate bar.

I rummaged amongst the magazines until I found one that looked
mildly diverting, then I looked around to choose a seat. That's when
I first observed the kid sitting on a sofa opposite the television,
dressed in loose pyjamas and dressing gown, and wearing a baseball
cap. The kid was very pale, almost ethereal, and completely
motionless - that's why I hadn't noticed it on my first pass. The kid
was watching me intently.

"Hi mister, are you a patient or a visitor?" the kid asked.

The voice was quite high-pitched, but I still wasn't certain whether
it was a boy or a girl.

"A visitor. My aunt's got cancer and she's having radiotherapy."

On instinct I broke off some squares of chocolate and walked over to
offer them to the kid.

"Thanks mister, but I'm not sure I should risk it. I'm on
chemotherapy and I feel very queasy."

I subdivided the chocolate again until I'd isolated a single square,
which I offered to the kid.

"Try it. What harm can one square do?"

As the kid reached out and took the square, the top of the pyjama
jacket pulled open a fraction and gave me a glimpse of gentle, white
curves underneath. The kid was a girl. She put the chocolate in her
mouth, chewed it carefully then swallowed. Her pinched faced broke
into a broad grin.

"Hey, that was yummy. Thank you."

I passed over the rest of my initial offering.

"My name's Jeff," I said, holding my hand out.

She held out her hand and grasped mine. She seemed to have no
strength.

"I'm Chrissy," she responded in kind. "How's your aunt, is she going
to be okay?"

"They're not sure. They're going to blast the tumour with radiation,
then give her three doses of chemotherapy."

"You'll need to get her a baseball cap like mine then," she smiled
as she lifted her cap to reveal a completely bald pate.

I was shocked, but couldn't stop myself laughing out loud at the
thought of my matronly middle-aged aunt wearing a baseball cap.

"I'm sorry," I choked back the laughter, "I wasn't laughing at you,
I was picturing my aunt in a baseball cap. Do you know her? Sylvia
Henderson."

"No worries. I don't know the name because I'm on the children's
ward, but I've probably seen her around."

"How about you? Are you getting better?" I asked belatedly.

The smile disappeared from the girl's face.

"They tell me to stay positive, but they caught the cancer very
late. I had stomach pains for ages but nobody could find the cause.
Then one day I collapsed at school. They rushed me here in an
ambulance, and that's when they found the problem. I'm on a third
course of chemotherapy. The first two failed, and this is my last
chance. They're hitting it with the maximum dosage."

"I'm sorry, but you're looking pretty good so you must be doing
well," I lied.

"Thanks. I know you're trying to be nice, but I've seen myself in a
mirror and I know what I look like now compared to what I used to."

She took a photo out of her dressing gown pocket and passed it to
me. It was of a happy, healthy girl with a mane of glossy blonde hair.

"I was a looker, wasn't I," she asked.

"You still are," I responded, this time with sincerity because she
was pretty when she smiled.

"You're nice. I'm sort of resigned to not living much longer, but I
regret all the things I was expecting to do; going to college,
getting a job, chatting up boys, getting married, having babies...."

I grasped her hand and squeezed it in a gesture of sympathy. A smile
light up her face, then it was replaced by a worried frown.

"I don't suppose..." she started.

She didn't finish the sentence. I squeezed her hand again, and tried
to reassure her with a smile.

"It's okay, you can ask anything. Do you want me to bring something
for you next time I come?"

Chrissy blushed and looked away.

"Go ahead and ask," I cajoled, "the worst that can happen is that I
say no. It's not as if you're going to ask if you can have my
babies," I blurted without thinking.

Chrissy snatched her hand away and started sobbing. Oh God, that
must have been along the lines she was thinking of. I sat down beside
her and took her in my arms, hugging her frail body tightly. The sobs
gradually died away. Chrissy sniffed loudly, and looked up at me with
her tear-stained face.

"I've never been with a boy." Sniff. "And now I never will." Sniff.
"I'm going to die a virgin." Sniff.

I gently kissed her face, sucking up the salty residue.

"It will happen one day Chrissy, you're a very pretty girl."

"But you don't fancy me." Sniff.

I could feel her small breasts pressing against me. That and the
warmth of her body and fresh talcum smell had made me hard. On the
spur of the moment I took a huge risk. I took her hand in mine, then
guided it to where my stiff cock was pressing against the front of my
jeans. Chrissy's eyes widened with surprise as she felt my hard-on.

"Someone thinks otherwise," I smiled back at her, hoping she wasn't
about to scream for a nurse.

"Who's that?" asked Chrissy, giving my cock a gentle squeeze.

"I call him 'Lord Stiffalot'," I ruefully admitted my childhood pet
name for my cock.

Chrissy thought for a second.

"There's a large disabled toilet right at the end of the corridor.
Nobody ever goes down there so we won't be seen," she whispered
conspiratorially.

She had actually thought this through, and wanted to do it!

"But you're too young, I could get into trouble," I objected.

"I'll tell them I told you I was sixteen."

With decent make-up, adult clothes and a grown-up hairstyle, the
girl in the photograph might have been able to pass for sixteen, but
not the waif-like kid nestling in my arms.

"If we get caught and I get sent to prison for several years, do you
promise to write to me until I get out?" I asked.

Chrissy made the sign of a cross in front of her.

"Cross my heart and hope to die," she said solemnly.

Then she realised the gallows humour of what she had just said and
broke out into a fit of giggles. I couldn't suppress it and laughed
out loud too. She took the laughter as assent, and laboriously raised
herself off the sofa. She took my hand and gently tried to pull me up
too, but there was no strength in the pull. I pulled myself up.

"Can I hold on to you? I can walk, but I'm a bit unsteady at times.
I'm supposed to call for a nurse if I want to go to the toilet or
anything."

I held out my arm and she took it. Taking small steps, she led me
out of the common-room. Fortunately the corridor was empty, so nobody
saw us as we slowly walked to a corner where the corridor turned
right. The further section was obviously not well used, and half the
lightbulbs had been removed. At the very end was a door with a
disabled toilet sign. I pulled the door open, we went in and I bolted
the door from the inside.

The toilet was quite large, with an old sink for a washbasin, and a
shower which looked as though it hadn't been used for a long time.
The floor was grubby, and I didn't like the idea of Chrissy lying on
it. I didn't think standing up was a possibility either, because
Chrissy was a good foot shorter than me and I didn't think she'd have
the strength to stand while we were doing it. The washbasin had
potential though - it looked sturdy and had clearly stood the test of
time. I pushed hard on it and it took my weight.

The toilet didn't have an air-blow drier, instead there was a paper
towel dispenser. I pulled out a handful of towels and used them to
line the front rim of the washbasin. I turned to Chrissy, and found
she had taken off her dressing gown and folded it neatly out of the
way. I took her in my arms and kissed her on the lips. I tasted
chocolate. Chrissy relaxed and returned the kiss. I pushed my tongue
against her lips and she opened them to let me in. Learning from my
lead, we were quickly involved in a tongue jousting match. I slipped
a hand inside her pyjama jacket and squeezed her pert young breasts,
softly for fear of bruising her tender flesh. Chrissy sighed her
pleasure into my mouth. Lowering my hand into Chrissy's pyjama pants,
I discovered she wasn't wearing any panties. I cupped her pussy in my
hand, causing her to jump back with surprise and break the kiss.

"I'm sorry, I won't do anything you don't want. We can stop now if
you like."

"No, it's my fault. Nobody has ever touched me down there apart from
my mum and the nurses."

I placed my hand back on her pussy. I couldn't feel any hairs.

"How old are you?" I asked.

"Sixteen," she replied with an impish smile.

"No, how old are you really?" I persisted.

Suddenly I realised why she was bald down below, the same reason she
was wearing a baseball cap. I glanced down as I couldn't bear to meet
her eyes after being so insensitive.

"I'm fifteen."    

I tested her with a finger, and found only dryness. I could feel
that it took substantial willpower on her behalf not to jump away
again.

"Do you want to carry on?" I asked.

"All the way!"

"May I remove these?" I asked, tugging gently the waistband of her
pyjama pants.

Chrissy undid the buttons securing the garment round her waist, and
the pyjama pants fell to the floor, exposing slim legs with almost
translucent white skin. The pyjama jacket still covered her to around
mid thigh, hiding her pussy. I grasped Chrissy under the armpits and
hoisted her onto the front edge of the sink. She was as light as a
feather.

"Comfortable," I asked.

"Okay."

I knelt between Chrissy's thighs and lifted her pyjama jacket up
over her hips, exposing her pussy to my sight for the first time.
Chrissy gave me a quizzical look.

"Aren't you going to put Lord Stiffalot in me?"

"You're not ready. We need you to be lubricated otherwise it will be
painful for both of us."

I put my head to Chrissy's pussy, and gently kissed it. There was
the fresh talcum smell again. I parted Chrissy's pussy lips and
probed with my tongue. First I found her clit, hiding away under its
hood. I gave it a lick and heard a gasp from Chrissy. Then I traced
down past her peehole with the tip of my tongue, noting a slight
pissy taste. I reached her cunny and tried to push inside,
encountering a barrier. Chrissy's hymen was still intact.

I navigated back to Chrissy's clit and started to tease it. I sensed
her tenseness ease, and a new, slightly salty taste as she began to
get aroused. I took my cue from Chrissy's reactions, sometimes
circling her clit with the tip of my tongue, sometimes flicking it,
sometimes licking it. In response her breathing grew shallower and
more rapid, and she became very moist. Suddenly she squealed,
clenched her thighs round my head and ground her pussy into my face. 

After Chrissy's orgasm died away, she relaxed and released my head.

"Wow, I didn't know I could feel like this."

"Chrissy, your hymen is intact. That means it will hurt when I first
put Lord Stiffalot into you. Do you want to stop now?" I asked in a
serious voice.

"If you stop now, I'll scream," grinned Chrissy in response.

I stood up and shed my jeans, giving Chrissy the first sight of my
rock-hard cock.

"Lord Stiffalot, meet fair lady of the the realm Chrissy. Lady
Chrissy, meet Lord Stiffalot."

Chrissy reached out and held the naked flesh of Lord Stiffalot, who
jerked with pleasure as she stroked him.

"His lordship is big, isn't he? Will he really fit inside me," she
asked in an awe-struck voice.

"I think you're ready for him."

"What's that? Are you peeing?" she asked, pointing out the emerging
drop of pre-cum.

"No, that's his way of showing he's pleased to meet you."

Chrissy mopped up the pre-cum with a finger and tasted it.

"Hmmm, it's salty."

I dipped a finger in Chrissy's moistness and held it to her lips.
She licked it.

"I'm salty too," she proclaimed with wonder.

"Brace yourself for Lord Stiffalot," I warned.

I positioned the head of my cock at the entrance to Chrissy's pussy,
which was at just the right height as she sat on the edge of her
sink. I looked her in the eyes, giving her one last chance to back
out. All I saw was desire, so I thrust hard. Chrissy yelped with pain
as I burst through her hymen, then steeled herself to silence for
fear of being overheard. Tears escaped her eyes and trickled down her
cheeks. I was in Chrissy as far as I could get, but barely half my
cock was buried in her tight, virginal hole. I held my cock still,
waiting for the pain to ease. I leaned forward and kissed Chrissy's
tears dry, sucking up the salty liquid, savouring the sensations
provided by her hot little pussy on my cock.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.

"No ..... just wait a little while." Sniff. "It's starting to feel a
bit better." Sniff. "Okay, I think you can go on now," she said in a
quivering voice.

Extremely slowly and gently I pulled my cock out of Chrissy's pussy,
feeling something hot and wet trickling out and down my thighs. I
resisted the urge to look, knowing it was blood. Equally slowly and
gently I pushed back in until I bottomed out again, when I gave an
almost imperceptible extra thrust. I repeated the process.

"Are you okay now," I asked for reassurance.

"I think so. It feels quite nice."

Taking that as permission, I slowly speeded up, taking my cue from
Chrissy's breathing again. Little by little she stretched to
accommodate me. I could feel strain on my thighs from bending and
pushing up, but Chrissy was getting very aroused and I knew she
wasn't far away. I switched to thrusting hard, and quickly Chrissy
was yelping again as a second orgasm burst over her, her pulsating
pussy muscles massaging my straining cock. As her orgasm was dying
away, she collapsed into my arms and slipped off the sink, completely
impaling herself on my cock. Suddenly waves emanated from my very
core, coursed through my body and out through my cock as my own
orgasm arrived, sending jets of sperm gushing into Chrissy's pussy.

I gently collapsed to a kneeling position after my exertions, using
my remaining strength to hold Chrissy upright. Although still hard,
my cock slid out of Chrissy's pussy, streaked with blood and cum and
juices. Slowly it deflated in the cool air.

"I've died and gone to heaven, haven't I" said Chrissy.   

"I'm glad to be in heaven with you then," I grinned, "but we'd
better clean up and get back before anyone misses us."

"I need use the toilet," said Chrissy, "Can you help me over there?"

I helped Chrissy onto the toilet seat, then cleaned my cock and
thighs with moistened paper towels as Chrissy's pee tinkled into the
toilet bowl from the little hole that I had so recently licked. I
moistened more towels gently cleaned up Chrissy's pussy and thighs.

"You might leak for a while. You should carry some tissues with you
to dry yourself," I advised.

We flushed away the evidence, and I helped Chrissy put her pyjama
pants and dressing gown back on. She stuffed some toilet tissues in a
pocket, admitting that she felt a bit icky 'down there'.

I opened the toilet door. Nobody was around. Slowly we retraced our
route, Chrissy clinging to me even more firmly before. I thought we
were going to make it back undetected, but just as we reached the
entrance to the common-room, the nurse I'd spoken to before emerged.

"Where have you been? You know you're supposed to call a nurse if
you want to go anywhere," she scolded Chrissy.

"Jeff helped me to the toilet. I didn't want to bother you."

The nurse looked at us cynically. I could tell we'd been rumbled -an
underage girl wearing a flushed 'just fucked' post-orgasmic smile,
resting her whole body against a man nearly twice her age - and any
moment she surely would call security and have me arrested. But
perhaps she was swayed by the first bit of colour in the girl's
cheeks in weeks, by the modicum of happiness for a child who would
most likely soon be dead. After what seemed an age she reached a
decision.

"Your aunt's back from radiotherapy. She's very weak so we've
drawn the curtain round her bed. You can see her, but keep it short,"
said the nurse to me curtly, then she made her way past into the
corridor.

"Thank you, I'll just help Chrissy back to her seat," I called out.

I helped Chrissy back to the sofa and waited till she was
comfortable, then I bent over and kissed her on the tip of her nose.

"Will I ever see you again?" she asked plaintively.

"If my aunt's still here, I'll be back next week. Heck, I'll come
anyway just to see you. Do you want me to bring anything?"

"Just Lord Stiffalot," she grinned at me, then she reached forward
and whispered in my ear, "I fibbed. My thirteenth birthday was last
month. You just gave me the best present ever."
 
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