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(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 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 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. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 71