CANDY THE DICKSTRIPER

CANDY THE DICKSTRIPER
by misfit446


“Candy, mail’s come. Can you distribute it to the patients?” Nurse Helen asked as Candy came back from lunch.

Candy smiled and nodded, rolling the cart out of the room and toward the front door where the postman piled the mail. She spent several minutes sorting and piling the stuff in order of the rooms.

The California Futa Home was situated in the Calabasas hills, rural country, compared to LA, which everyone knows is CITY! She hummed as she worked. She loved her job. Here was a twenty two year old blonde bombshell, five feet two with tits that would put most porn stars to shame and a cock that would kill a mare. Here balls, ever full, stretched her scrotum so tight the wrinkled skin actually shined with her fullness.

Her parents didn’t know what to do with her actually. At eight she possessed a fifteen inch cock that was five inches across and almost always hard. Even her balls were watermelons by then. They heard about the futa home and sent her there, practically abandoning her in the care of the facility.

Nurse Helen Schmidt took her in, more out of kindness than anything, actually spending time with the young girl, tutoring her and helping her pass her GED, which was a requirement to work at the home. Over time, Nurse Helen began to love the girl, thinking of Candy as her own.

As Candy wheeled the cart by Helen’s office, her cock bobbing up and down, her tight sack swishing back and forth under her tight ass cheeks. Helen saw this and reminisced about the first time she helped Candy work through her first cock cum. Candy already knew how to finger her pussy. But she didn’t know just WHAT to do with her very large appendage. With a smile, Helen sat back in her chair, feeling her own substantial package engorge as she taught her protégé work her dick to a very, very messy cum.

As she entered Candy’s room, the fourteen year old was asleep, her sheet and blanket kicked off, her huge dick standing straight up almost three feet. Helen remembered gasping at the sight. It was the biggest cock she ever saw, knowing she had her own thick twenty two inches under her starched nurses uniform.

‘Poor kid,’ Helen thought seeing that rigid sapling of a cock pulsing and dripping a constant stream of pre cum onto her full balls and mattress below. Working swiftly, Helen had latched onto that tree trunk and massaged the weeping cock head hard, her hands coated instantly with the girl’s emissions. Candy began to toss and turn, coo and groan as even more pre cum let loose as if her dick was a fountain. Clear fluid launched several inches up and out, landing about Nurse Helen’s hands and arms. More and more continued to jerk out. Helen was beyond words at this display of virility. Even her own big dick couldn’t compete with just the pre emissions. She could only wonder what the main even would produce.

With fear and trepidation, Helen shuddered as she felt the girl’s rocket shiver and jerk about within her grasp. The still asleep girl sighed loudly as her giant stalk stood still, bloated to even a more impossible girth and fountained out the largest outpouring of woman water Nurse Helen had ever seen!

It was if an instant whiteout had occurred. First she was seeing a huge cock bloat, next she’s seeing whiteness and feeling super thick, super heavy emissions landing all over her. The sheer volume and power of it dislodged ceiling tiles and totally drenched everything about the room. And that was just the young girl’s first spasm.

Helen lost her footing on the slippery tile, landing on her ass and ball sack. She shrieked in surprise and pain as Candy’s colossal cumming cock vomited another shot that seemed even larger than the first impossible shot.

At first, Nurse Helen felt rage at being so stupid, then just had to accept her fate as more torrents of girl goo splashed about the room and onto her thickly dripping body. At last, she laughed, playing in the thick eau de cock piling up about her.

Suffice it to say, Candy woke up feeling her bed soaking wet. “W-wha?” she groaned, her still shooting dick spewing volcanic volleys of viscous spooge violently. “Oh my God,” she whined out, arching her lithe body clear up off the bed.

It took a full week to clean up that room. Nurse Helen, as punishment for doing what she did, let the young girl stay in her bed, sleeping uncomfortably on the couch in the lounge.

One thing Helen discovered was that her skin felt so smooth, silky and seemed more youthful looking after her first experience with Candy’s cock sauce. Thinking about it one day as she caressed her soft arms, she got her charge from studying and led her to the hydro therapy room.

Inside, several stainless steel tubs sat, two with regular water, two with salt water. “Candy, I have an idea that can help our patients.”

“What is it?” asked Candy.

Nurse Helen drained the two salt water baths, then plugged them up again. “I want you to fill these tubs as much as you can. Our women need to have your sperm on their skin.”

“What? B-but isn’t that bad?”
“Who says so?” asked Helen.

“Well, Mrs. Bergman said girls don’t let cum get on them.”

“Mrs. Bergman is an addled old biddy. Now, strip out of your clothes and start filling.”

“I don’t know how.”

Helen helped the girl strip nude, then carried her heavy hose pipe up and laid it carefully over the edge of one of the tubs. Without any preamble, she stuck four fingers into the large pee slit of the teen.

Whelping with surprise, Candy felt electricity shoot through her body. Nurse Helen noticed Candy’s once relaxed ball sack expand to gargantuan proportions at the new sensations. The soft cock became hard, almost instantly. Helen shoved her whole fist inside the squirming girl causing anguished cries of sexual frustration.

Once Candy’s ball sack had reached the back of her knees, Helen withdrew her sopping hand and rubbed about the cock head. “Come on Candy, let’s help our patients.”

Candy’s cock seemed to grow even more, stretching so thickly that the skin sheened with tightness. With her trunk bobbing up and down, banging against the lip of the tub causing an aweful racket her baby makers began to ejaculate large thuds of pre cum into the therapy bath.

“That’s it honey,” Helen murmured soothingly as her hands blurred about the tight tip, bigger than any human head.

A gutteral groan that seemed inhuman vibrated from the teen girl as her baby maker spewed out with her syrup.

The thudding became like thunder as shot after massive shot collected into the recepticle.

“That’s it Candy. You’re doing fine,” Helen cooed, watching the display of prodigious cumming.

With the tub filled past halfway, Helen, with much effort, pushed the telephone pole over to the other vat. Candy, thru tears of joy and fear, filled it up as well. And yet there still was her outpouring. Helen, at a lose, let the girl finish her eruption against the tiled wall, knowing it would be easier to clean up.

It was only a week later that the patients, all twenty of them, remarked on their skin conditions. All had softer skin with wrinkles seemingly to slowly disappear.

So with her studies going well, Nurse Helen used Candy’s outpourings for the patients benefit.
So now, Candy was a member of the staff. As she matured, both physically and emotionally, she was now a contented health worker. She wheeled the mail cart to Mrs. Jones’ room.

“Hi, mail,” she called out cheerily, gathering a pile and walking inside. Mrs. Jones was lying on top of her bed, her house dress pulled up as her own foot long dong resting between her thin thighs.

“Oh hello dear. Gosh it’s hot today,” she said fanning herself.

“Yeah it is,” Candy smiled, handing the woman her mail. “See you later.”

She went down the hall, happily handing out the ladies’ letters. At last she came to the last room, Mrs. Bell’s place. “Hi Mrs. Bell,” Candy called out joyously, carrying only one piece of post. “Looks like a card. A birthday perhaps?” she giggled.

“Candy my dear, we don’t talk about birthdays around here,” the old woman barked out.

“Why not? It should be fun.”

“It’s not fun when you’re my age honey.”

“Oh come on,” Candy smiled. “What would you like for your birthday?”

The old woman laughed huskily. “What a question! To be young again,” she stated.

“Well, I don’t think I can help you there, but I’m sure I can help you feel young again.”

“Oh? How?”

“How about a nice blowjob. I’m sure you haven’t had that in awhile.”

“Really? Now?”

“It’s your birthday. Of course. Come on, whip it out.”

With a practiced ease, Candy knelt next to the chair as Mrs. Bell worked frantically to pull out her floppy.

“Oh dear, I haven’t had one of these is years,” she gushed, hauling out a nice thin fifteen incher with shaking hands. “There,” she said with effort and a sigh. “Hasn’t seen the light of day in so long.”

“That’s a nice one Mrs. Bell. You just relax and let me handle it.” Swallowing to lube her throat, she practically inhaled the older woman’s want in one incredible gulp.

Mrs. Bell groaned out loud and gasped, watching Candy’s head go down to her groin with ease. Pulling back up as her mouth spit out the woman’s shank, she smiled about the saliva slimed sausage, enjoying the sensation of a nice girl cock down her gullet.

She remembered the first time Nurse Helen showed her how to suck cock. She had never done it before, let alone heard of it. But patiently and using her own cock to show her young charge what to do using her own mouth, she seemed to have trained Candy well.

For within a week of the first lesson, Candy was doing just fine by herself. The patients were getting much needed ‘therapy’ and Nurse Helen was getting her own avocados drained nightly.

It wasn’t a month that Nurse Helen learned something interesting about Candy. She didn’t possess a gag reflex, or at least had the ability to suppress it. Either way, Candy soon had all twenty two inches of the older nurse’s nookie down her esaphogus, as her wiggly tongue sent orgasmic shudders up the nurse’s shaft.

Thinking of those thoughts seemed to pass the time as her nostrils were assaulted by the smell of mothballs and oldness. She couldn’t fault these old women though. Everyone will get old. Even her, but at twenty two, she knew she was a long way from that.

Mrs. Bell gave out a loud sigh and Candy felt her mouth bubble up with the woman’s offering. It was watery, yet filling. Candy swallowed once, used her tongue to clean off the dwindling shaft and sat up on her heels, smiling.

“See? That wasn’t so hard,” she said, smacking her lips.

“Oh dear,” Mrs. Bell gasped and wheezed, laying back on the chair limply.

“Well, happy birthday. See you later. You have some hydro scheduled for today.”

Nurse Helen looked up as Candy entered with the empty cart. “All done?”

“Yep. Gave Mrs. Bell a birthday present.”

Helen smirked knowingly. “You didn’t!”

“Sure. Why not? Use dick girls have to stick together.”

“That we do honey.”

A month later a shock came in the mail. Nurse Helen read the official state document. “Oh my,” she murmured. She sat there stunned.

Candy came bouncing in and saw Helen’s visage. Concerned, she went over to her mentor. “What is it?”
“We’re closing. In sixty days.”

“What? Well why? How?”

“The state is out of funds.”

“Let me see that,” Candy said, grabbing the document out of Helen’s hands. Scanning the paper quickly, she sighed and tossed it on the table.

“What’ll we do? What about our patients?”

“I’m sure the patient’s families have gotten the same letter.”

“They like it here. I like it here. Especially with you. So now what?”

“I don’t know Candy. I just don’t know.”

Two weeks later, after the news had been announced to all the now fifty patients, a doom seemed to have descended upon the happy futa home.

Candy’s dick, usually sprite and hard as rock most of the time was now dragging the floor in defeat. The patients, once awake and aware, now began to sag, droop and wander about aimlessly.

Everyone knew that the futa home was a place to toss out unwanted relatives that were ‘different’.

A year ago the state had bought three thousand acres of prime farm land in the middle of no where to create the ultimate futa home, with everyone involved excited with anticipation, but those plans were now dashed against the rocks of financial troubles.

Making frantic phone calls to politicians and vocal civic groups did not one iota of help for their plight. It seemed that their fate was sealed.

Usually, when visitors came, Nurse Helen escorted them to their relatives. But on this day, Nurse Helen was out shopping for food so Candy, dressed in her red and white pokadotted uniform, dragged herself to the front desk as the bell rang. “Oh,” she said as she almost tripped over her trailing trunk.

“I’m here to see my grandmother, Frances Bell.”

Candy eyed the handsome young man as he eyed her. Seeing orbs traveled up and down each others body. Candy, really couldn’t hide much with her boy bits hanging out front and back. Her now mature breasts seemed to be very prominent with a deep, dark cleavage that no healthy man could not avoid.

“Um, okay. Follow me,” Candy said, walking around the counter. The man had to walk several feet behind Candy as her dick, dragging along the shiny tile, trailed. His eyes, unseen by Candy, traveled from her ginormous girl dick, up her toned legs, to her bloated balls, her tight ass and her long blonde hair to the middle of her back.

At the end of the hall, Candy called out. “Mrs. Bell? You have a visitor.”

“Oh?” said the once napping woman. Benjamin! How nice to see you,” she gushed. Candy, pulling and coiling her dick about her arms, let the man pass and hug Mrs. Bell.

“Hey Grandma.”

Candy left and went back to the front desk.

An hour later Benjamin came back to the front desk. “Hey, sorry to hear about the home,” he said.

“Oh, well, thanks. But no one seems to know what will happen to us,” Candy said sadly.

“Well, I’ve been talking to my Grandma and she came up with an idea.”

Candy laughed. “I bet she did.”

“No really. Listen, I’m a partner in a natural products company.”

“What kind of products?”

“Herbal mostly. But she thinks my company could help out.”

“What can you do?”

Just then Helen walked in carrying bags of produce and food. “Who’s this?”

“Um, he came to visit Mrs. Bell.”

“Benjamin Bell,” the man said, holding out his hand. “Oh, sorry,” he said embarrassingly noting the nurse’s hands were full of groceries.

“He thinks he can help us,” Candy stated excitedly.

“I doubt that,” Helen said morosely.

“Let’s hear him out. Who knows?” Candy offered.

“Come on it,” Nurse Helen said, leading the handsome man into the inner office.

“I’ve been head Nurse here for fifteen years. They cut and cut our budgets, my staff until there is just Candy and me left. What could you do?”

The man smirked. “Probably more than you know. I’m going to offer the state their money back on that land they bought over a year ago and build the best futa facility every done.”

Helen laughed derisively. “You know how many times I’ve heard that? Have you fucked Candy yet?”

Thrown for a loop, the man shook his head. “Um, no.”

“Oh, well, you can do as you like but I hear empty promises. Been hearing them for years.”

“Helen, don’t sound like that. Let’s see what happens,” Candy said, coyly eying the beautiful man.

“Well, okay. Let’s see how man enough you are,” she growled and began to put the groceries away.

Candy led the man outside of the small complex. “You really think you can help?”

“I can if you have dinner with me tonight,” he said with a gleam in his eye.

“Oh, well, I don’t know.”

“Come on. Just ONE dinner?”

Candy looked over her shoulder cautiously. “I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

“Why not?” the man asked.

“Um, Nurse Helen might not like it.”

“Just dinner?”

“Tell you what,” Candy hissed forcefully. “Meet me outside around eleven. She usually goes to bed by then. I’ll meet you out here.”

“We can’t eat that late, not around here.”

“It’s okay. I’m sure we’ll figure something out.”

Without thinking, Candy pecked the surprised man on the cheek and wobbled back inside.

Helen was in a foul mood and didn’t talk much that evening. After doing her nightly rounds, she snuck out. Sure enough, Benjamin was there, waiting in his darkened car. With a girlish giggle, Candy skipped to the car and barely closed the door before she attacked the astonished man.

Shoving her tongue into his moist mouth, she breathed through her nostrils, feeling her building heat hit maximum. Her soft dick sprang to action, banging the dash hard, shaking the car.

“Whoa, take it easy. This is a rental.”

“Oh,” Candy said shyly. “Do you really think you can help us?”

“Yes.”

“Then let’s fuck. I’m so horny,” she growled and attacked the young man again.

“W-WAIT!” he shouted, fending off Candy’s manic efforts. “I don’t want to fuck you. Well, not yet anyway. I want to talk.”

“Talk?” Candy squeaked, an embarrassing blush flowing across her body.

An hour later, Candy left the car and the handsome man drove away.

With wheels turning, she went to bed, barely sleeping.

A month later, a state revenue agent came to the home, making notes and taking pictures of all the assets of the place for state auction. Helen stewed watching the dweeb as Candy took care of the patients. It was Mrs. Finnegan’s birthday and got her nineteen inch whopper swallowed.

With a loud burp, Candy entered the office. “Helen, any word from Benjamin?”

“No. None.”

“Oh.”

During the following weeks Candy blew Mrs. Bell every day hoping against hope she’d find out about Benjamin and their future. All Mrs. Bell offered was her watery spooge deposited into Candy’s body.

Three weeks before they were to evacuate the home, an eviction notice arrived, stating the exact date and hour of their stay.

“Well, that’s that,” Helen said, tossing the letter onto her table. “We’re homeless.”
“I hate this. I hate all this. I’m gonna find Benjamin.” Candy stormed out of the office and burst into Mrs. Bell’s room.

“Okay, where’s Benjamin!”

“What? What is this?”

“Where’s Benjamin! Your grandson.”

“Benjamin is NOT my grandson.”

“What? Who is he?”

“He extracts my cum to make his products.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“How do you think I afford this dump?” the old woman spat out.

Candy’s brain fried. “No wonder why your cum is so watery and NASTY tasting,” she shrieked at the old biddy. Mrs. Bell just laughed.

“Errrrr,” Candy growled as she stormed out. Back in the office, she told the story to Helen.

“I have a home in Colorado. We can go there. I’m not as stupid as they think I am.”

“But what about the patients?”

“I don’t know. My place has over two thousand acres. Maybe we can start a private place. I just don’t know.”

“I’ll do whatever I can.” Putting their brains together, they came up with making a calendar, with Candy the star.

So, with a minimum of investment, Candy posed for the pictures in different costumes for each month or holiday. But the cover, her in her uniform was the kicker. A local printer did the work and using the internet, the calendars flew out the door, almost literally. With a printing cost of seven dollars, they sold the calendars for nineteen ninety nine, credit cards only.

In the meantime, Helen got a lawyer to help them set up a non profit corporation for the futa elderly.

In a month, the calendar sold out, all fifteen thousand copies. Then the sight began to offer videos of Candy, mostly soft core, but she did find a few local guys that wanted to fuck her cock.

With selling just the showing of the videos, one shot at a time, instead of a membership, they produced much more money quickly.

The videos mostly watched were her cumming of course. Having her explosive cums taped was new to Candy yet she seemed to get off on it. Ever see compact car, with it’s roof taken off, totally filled with girl goo? Well, at www. Futacandy.cum you could for a thirty dollar credit card charge.

Looking at the details, Helen found many more men than women watching those videos. The all time best was seeing Candy fill up a forty foot cabin cruiser with her cum, sinking it.

With the publicity, more money came in, about half being for the futa home that Helen wanted on her property.

Suddenly, the state got involved from all the negative press, trying to wiggle its way into the mix. Helen and Candy loudly said NO!

Then Benjamin came into the picture. The state home was now closed, most of the patients scattered about to different hospitals, hospices and even forcing the low income futas back to relatives.

Benjamin began to make press by legally buying the land the state once bought, saying grandiously that his company planned on building the world’s foremost futa home.

Nancy and Candy could care less. They got their non profit status and did build their state of the art facility. The older futas had a lovely place to live, love and ejaculate at. Just because they were old didn’t mean they lost their assets or abilities to work their mommy magic.

Though their concern was much smaller than Benjamin’s facility, the two caregivers helped the patients personally, one Candy cum or suck at a time.
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