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Corruption of the Candy Striper
by Johndough (address withheld)
***
A maintenance man's poor penmanship leads to a mix-up in
the planned entertainment for his co-worker's impromptu
stag party at work. (M+/F-teen, underage, reluc, 1st,
intr, gb)
***
Fifteen year old Carla Wilson was excited about her new
job as a Candy Striper at the local hospital. The pretty
brunette 9th grader wanted to be a doctor and believed
this was a good introduction to her career. She pulled
her long brown hair back in a ponytail and admired
herself in front of the full length mirror mounted on
the back of her bedroom door. She thought her breasts
were just perfect for her age, size and bodily
proportions. They were the size of grapefruit halves and
topped with inch and a half size nipples and areola that
puffed up about three fourths of an inch when she was
aroused—like she was at the moment.
Where her thighs met was a nice silken brown bush that
was just thick enough to hide the treasure hidden there.
She had discovered masturbation when she was 11 and her
fingers had spent many hours exploring her secret
places.
In the last two years she had employed the handle of her
hairbrush to go where she could not reach. She
remembered the first time she had used that thick
handled grooming device in a way other than intended by
the manufacturer. She had been so eager that she pushed
it in hard. There was a sudden pain and she remembered
what they had said in school about the first intercourse
being painful for a woman because of the tearing of her
hymen—the membrane that proved her virginity.
She sat perfectly still with tears in her eyes for two
minutes when she realized she had just taken her own
virginity. But the pain subsided, her arousal aroused
and she started to slide the handle in and out as the
tears dried up and pain became pleasure. Her orgasm was
stronger than anything she had achieved with her fingers
alone. After that first time with the brush there was no
more bleeding and a day rarely passed where her last act
before going to sleep was imagining her latest love
interest while making love to a hairbrush.
She turned her brown eyes over to the clock and realized
it was getting late. The Candy Striper uniform was a one
piece dress that was supposed to come down to her knees
but the only uniform they had had available on her first
day belonged to a much younger and shorter girl.
Fortunately the girl had been very stout so that it fit
around her middle—mostly.
Her breasts encased in their sports bra still strained
against the uniform buttons and both the bra and uniform
top ended just above her nipples which provided much
more cleavage exposure than was usually acceptable. And
the bottom of the uniform barely went half way down her
thighs creating a look that was almost a mini skirt. But
another uniform had been ordered for her and she should
get it by the end of the week.
Next week that was since this was Saturday and she had
only started Thursday. Today, Carla decided to forego
underwear completely. Not that she would show up for
work in only her dress. She had been invited over to her
friend's house after her shift ended for a pool party.
She decided to kill two birds with one stone—or at least
one thong swimsuit.
She had just bought a new one that she considered very
daring for the upcoming summer season. It was one she
was sure would attract the boys and give her a better
chance of getting a good boyfriend. It was beautiful red
that matched the stripes on her uniform so if any of the
suit poked out it should blend in with her uniform. The
bottoms barely covered her pubic nest and the tops did
little more than cover her nipples while doing nothing
to conceal when they were aroused.
The last part of the outfit were her white bobby sox and
Nikes. Then she rolled her beach towel up and headed
downstairs and through the kitchen, where her mother was
working, toward her bike in the garage.
"See you tonight, mom."
"Okay, honey, we are proud of you! And don't forget to
do everything they tell you to do so you can make a good
impression. Some of it may be pretty gross but someday
you will be the doctor or the nurse and you can have
someone else do it for you."
"I will, mom."
Her shift started at noon and went to 4. It was a twenty
minute bike ride to the hospital and she had twenty five
minutes to make it.
***
Meanwhile, there was a big buzz going through the
maintenance shop at the hospital as 20 year old Marty
Jones was getting married and three of his buddies had
planned a surprise party for him in the boiler room
annex. The annex was a good size storeroom next to the
boiler room. Until a month ago it had been packed nearly
floor to ceiling with what could only be called junk.
It was a room well away from the rest of the hospital
that no one went to so it was deemed an okay repository
for the useless flotsam generated by the hospital. Until
a fire inspector deemed it a hazard and ordered it
emptied. Now it was the perfect place to stage a little
party for their buddy.
Tom Johnson and Bill and Jake Williams made sure that
the other two on-duty maintenance workers wouldn't page
them until 4 PM unless it was an emergency. Tom at 50
was the oldest of the crew and usually was in charge of
whatever projects were underway. He had dropped out of
school after the 6th grade and this was obvious in the
misspellings and errors in his written notes and reports
but he made up for it with his extensive knowledge of
all the hospital's systems and his ability to keep
everything running. He wore his short grey hair like
Mark Harmon on NCIS and his face even resembled him. He
was a bit thick in the torso but it was solid muscle
just like the rest of him.
Bill and Jake Williams were 27-year-old black twins.
They were both quite handsome and kept their heads
shaved to bald perfection. They had been constantly
doing the same things as the other all their lives so it
was no surprise when Bill landed a job at the hospital
Jake was quick to follow. They, like Tom, were well
muscled and not afraid of hard work.
Marty, the soon-to-be groom, still looked like a high
school quarterback which is exactly what he had been.
His blond hair and blue eyes had made him a heartthrob
for years and now made his fiancée the envy of her
friends.
Unbeknownst to Marty, Tom and Bill and Jake had moved a
hospital bed into the empty annex room and outfitted it
with a complete set of orthopedic traction accessories.
At 11:45 Bill and Jake confronted Marty in the
maintenance office and had him put on a blind fold as
they had a surprise for him. In the meantime, Tom went
up to the front information desk and left them a note.
Back in the basement Tom joined the rest in the annex
room where Bill and Jake were telling Marty they had a
special costume for him to wear and had him take off his
shirt and pants. Still blindfolded, they sat him on the
bed and then laid him back on it. Once he was down Bill
and Jake each took an arm and secured it in the traction
units so Marty could not use his arms. Tom pulled off
Marty's underpants as Bill and Jake each took a leg and
secured it in traction as well. Marty did a lot of
protesting and struggling but to no avail. Then the men
covered him with a sheet and took off his blindfold.
"It won't be long now, Marty," Tom said with a wink.
Upstairs the senior lady info desk volunteer turned to
the security guard who sat at the desk with her and
showed him the note from Tom: SEND THE CANDY STRIPER TO
THE BOILER ROOM ANNEX.
"This can't be right, can it?" she asked.
"Sure it can. Patients get disoriented and wander all
over the place. They send the Candy Stripers to escort
them back where they belong. I've seen them have to go
to the roof or over the skyway to the office building
and even down in the heating tunnels to bring patients
back."
Just then Carla came up to the desk after putting her
towel in her locker and punching in.
"This is for you," said the volunteer handing Carla
Tom's note.
"Where is this?" she asked.
The guard drew her a small map, along with the
directions and Carla went on her way.
The basement was so quiet and yet so noisy. There were
no beeping sounds from monitors or chatter at nursing
stations and visitors' lounges or sounds of radio or TV
or pages over the intercom. Instead there was just the
hum of machinery muted by the walls and halls in which
she now walked.
She got to the annex room and entered saying, "Hi, I'm
Candy—"
She had meant to say "Candy Striper Carla" but was
struck speechless by the sight of three topless men
sitting on folding chairs around a hospital bed with a
man in total traction covered by a sheet. Marty would
have protested and told her to run but they had wrapped
a cervical collar around his neck and applied just
enough traction to keep his mouth closed. Before she
could regain her speech the oldest man smiled at her and
walked over putting his arm around her and walked her
over to the bed.
"We know who you are and we appreciate your coming. This
poor man is a colleague of ours and is suffering from a
terrible tragedy. We are relying on you to help raise
his spirits. As he is totally immobile he has been very
frustrated and completely lacking in female
companionship. Your job is to relieve his frustration
and make him happy again."
Tom sat back down and Carla moved closer to the bed. She
put her hand on Marty's forehead and gently drew it down
the side of his face until she was patting his cheek.
"You poor thing. It is a good thing you are here because
they have the best doctors and nurses in the world
here." She looked up at Tom. "But why isn't he in a
room."
Bill and Jake shot each other a glance and Tom himself
wondered what she was playing at. If she was going to
pretend to be a real Candy Striper they could go along.
"Well, you see, a pile of the junk in this room fell on
him last week when we had the room almost empty and the
doctors felt it was best not to move him more than
necessary so we just brought the bed in here."
"Oh," Carla said, "and how can I help him with his
frustration?"
"Well," said Tom taking his cues from her, "Marty is all
man and he is badly in need of the touch and sight of a
real women which none of us is. Maybe if you could
unbutton a couple of your buttons and show him a little
of your womanly cleavage it will help to take his mind
off the pain."
Carla hesitated and then remembered her mother's
instructions to do what was asked of her and undid the
top two buttons and impulsively unbuttoned the third and
fourth. The result was a deep V that showed the bit of
swimsuit bra between her tits and extended down
revealing her belly button and ending just above her
swimsuit and pubic mound.
All four men looked on and silently thanked the escort
service for going above and beyond.
"Like this?" Carla asked teasingly as it dawned on her
what kind of attention the man in the bed needed.
"That's a start," Tom said trying to keep his voice
calm.
Carla undid the last two buttons and let her uniform
drop open to the sides revealing her wicked little thong
bikini to the eyes of these four male strangers who
seemed very pleased by what they saw.
"Gee, I don't know if this is what your friend needs or
not," Carla said as she slid her hand under the sheet.
She had expected to feel up the patient through his
underwear but was pleasantly shocked to find her hand
wrapped around a real, hot, hard flesh and blood cock.
She squeezed gently and felt him get even harder. "I
guess it is."
"He looks awful warm," Tom said and pulled the sheet off
the bed revealing Marty in all his 9 inch glory.
"You are off to a good start girl but why don't you just
put the uniform on this chair. You will be much cooler
in just that bikini. Let me help you."
Tom pretended to help her by reaching for the back of
her collar and accidentally pulling on one end of the
bow that held her bikini bra up. She lowered her arms to
allow Tom to slide her uniform down her arms and was
unable to bring her hands up to cover her breasts when
the untied straps allowed gravity to pull the material
off her breasts. This was more than she intended but Tom
still didn't have the dress low enough to pull her arms
out.
All the men were enraptured as they watched her
sensitive nipples engorge and puff out before their very
eyes.
"Wow," said Tom, "those are sure a sight for poor
Marty's eyes. He has been without companionship longer
than at any time since he first discovered sex and those
are remarkable beauties. You have a very lucky
boyfriend."
Carla blushed deeply at the praise and the reference to
Marty's sex life. She was feeling very sensual and it
curbed her normal modesty.
"You really think I'm pretty?"
"Absolutely."
"Definitely."
"Oh, yes."
"Mmph, mmmmph," muzzled Marty agreed his head nodding as
much as it could with his restraints while his
colleagues were vigorously bobbing up and down.
"But I don't have a boyfriend."
"No boyfriend? That's criminal!" Tom said as he untied
the back strap of her bikini bra and slid the uniform
completely off.
Carla made no move to stop him removing the skimpy top.
Instead she thrust them out proudly and moved up the bed
where Marty's traction allowed his hand to feel her
breast and its erect nipple. He played his fingers over
it as much as his restraints allowed and lightly
squeezed the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Tom reached around and played with her other breast.
Carla felt terrific and she felt wonderful that she was
helping ease the discomfort of poor Marty.
Then Bill and Jake were on either side of her with a
hand on each butt cheek. In unison they massaged her
buns as they gradually worked their fingers down between
her thighs and rubbed each side of her barely covered
pussy.
"Marty needs to pretend he's having sex to really make
him feel good," Tom said and Carla felt Bill and Jake
lift her up and swing her over Marty.
While Jake held her suspended, Bill went to the other
side of the bed where he took that leg. Then the twins
spread her legs and lowered her bikini covered pussy
right on top of Marty's now throbbing cock.
"Does that hurt?" Tom said directing the question to
Marty who shook his head from side to side.
Carla had her eyes closed savoring the marvelous
sensation of a real cock so close to her virgin love
tunnel and didn't see where Tom had directed his
attention.
"Heaven's no! You feel great, Marty!"
"You act like this is the first time you have done
anything like this, Candy," commented Tom.
"It is!"
"Well, slide your pussy up and down along Marty's cock.
He likes that."
Carla started doing just that and felt herself getting
wetter and wetter. The she felt fingers probing at her
pussy and suddenly the bikini bottom straps on either
hip came untied and someone pulled the bottoms off from
between her thighs. Although she was suddenly naked and
dangerously close to an erect male penis she was
grateful that her bottoms wouldn't get all ruined before
she had to go to the party.
Then it hit her that a real cock was rubbing up and down
her belly and clit and it felt marvelous. She got too
enthusiastic and went up too high on Marty and his cock
sprang straight up so now she felt it sliding up and
down her slit and her clit getting rubbed by his pubic
hair and pubic bone.
After five minutes and two shameless orgasms later,
Carla felt two hands take her by the waist and thigh on
each side and adjust her position. Another hand seemed
to have hold of Marty's rock hard cock and the next
thing she knew it was inside her as the hands holding
her slid her right down onto it.
"Oh, my god! He's fucking me!" she announced to the
world.
"I'd say you are fucking him," Tom corrected her as she
continued her riding motions with Marty's cock inside
her.
This wasn't how she had envisioned actually losing her
virginity but she intended to make the most of it.
Fucking a real cock was far better than a hairbrush
handle.
All around her was the sound of belts being undone and
pants dropped to the floor. Carla just kept her eyes
closed and continued fucking until suddenly she felt
arms around her that could only be Marty's pulling her
down to where lips that could only be Marty's began her
first French kiss. Then she felt Marty joining in the
fuck as his now freed legs permitted him to thrust up
into her.
She broke off the kiss and looked down at his smiling
face.
"But I thought you were injured—"
"All in traction would be a terrible way to get
married."
Married, Carla thought. Did this mean they were married?
It was definitely sex and sex was supposed to only
happen between married people but she always thought the
ceremony came before the act and not the other way
around.
Just then she sensed a changed in Marty as he picked up
the pace and pushed deeper than ever inside her. Then he
thrust in as deep as he could and she could feel his
cock seem to expand within her and then start to twitch.
At the same time there was a sudden feel of liquid
warmth within her and Carla realized he was shooting his
sperm into her. Fear of pregnancy coupled with the
intense pleasure she was experiencing created her
biggest orgasm ever. It left her drained and she barely
noticed the hands lifting her off Marty or laying her on
her back on the bed.
Then Tom drove home his 7 incher and pounded away in the
missionary position as Carla came around and thought for
a moment she was fucking her father. When she recognized
Tom, she knew she would have to seduce her father, and
maybe her brother, to guarantee regular sex. When Tom
shot his load she tried to hold him in but he broke away
and got off the bed.
Feeling empty Carla almost pouted until she saw Bill and
Jake with their thick 11 inchers. Bill got between her
legs first and she felt fuller than she had ever been.
She was disappointed when Bill came before she was ready
but apparently it was a system the brothers had
developed over the years because Jake crawled into
position and brought her off beautifully, emptying
himself in her at the same moment she climaxed.
For five minutes she lay there and dreamed about what
boys might be at the pool party after work and thought
about her mother going out of town on business the next
week and she could have her father to herself, not to
mention her 16 year old brother who was alone with her
for two hours after school every day.
As Candy used the sheet to clean up between her legs and
push out as much of the potent babymakers as she could
and the men used other parts of the sheet to wipe off
with and everyone was getting dressed, the door to the
annex opened and a very attractive blond walked in with
a boom box and a very sexy outfit.
"Hello, boys. I'm Candy the Stripper. The guard sent me
down here and told me to apologize for the mistake
earlier. It was Tom who wrote Candy Striper though, so
don't be too hard on the guard. So, who's the bachelor
party boy."
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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