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The Further Adventures of Candy

By: Charles Petersunn



The character of this story is a common one. But, in this instance, the story is more specifically an alternative version of The Erotic Adventures of Candy (starring Carol Connors) and, more historically, Candy (starring Ewa Aulin). My version of Candy is modeled after the Carol Connors version (who also was the nurse in Deep Throat, and was the eventual real mother of the actress Thora Birch). The first scene of my story is a significantly modified version of the first scene from The Erotic Adventures of Candy; the subsequent scenes go off in a new direction. To fully appreciate the character it would be helpful to have seen any one of these movies, but the character is evident in many, many other movies, such as Blonde and Blonder, Candy Goes to Hollywood, Born Yesterday, Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, and How to Marry a Millionaire. And, most assuredly, all of the characters in this story are at least 18 years old (Candy is the youngest character, and she is eighteen). The story is long (as is this introduction) but very readily read in clearly demarcated sections.

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Candy Christy had many admirable qualities. She was a nice girl. Actually a really very nice girl. She was terribly considerate and sweet. Nobody that met her failed to like and appreciate her. She just never had an ill word for anyone.

She was also really quite cheerful, buoyant, and friendly. She loved to meet people and make new friends. She was just so down-home, perky, and engaging.

Plus, it probably did help, especially with the guys, that she was really quite attractive. She had sultry blue eyes and wavy shoulder-length blonde hair that she often brushed away from her eyes in a rather alluring, flirtatious manner. Her lips were luscious and moist, always a bit parted, showing her two front teeth, like she was just beginning to kiss someone. It made her look so adorable, so innocent. But, her most evident, and attractive, feature, that contrasted so mightily with her precious lips, were her humongous breasts. There was just no other way of describing it: Candy was stacked. They were so large that one wondered if she might at times tip over, or least her back and shoulders must be tired by the end of the day.

She was not, though, at all self-conscious about them. On the contrary, she would thrust them out as she walked, and enjoyed wearing dresses, blouses, and sweaters that really accentuated their fullness, their bold presence. She would at times display her boobs like they were on parade, and then bask in the pleasure of all the smiles, grins, and expressions of appreciation she would receive from the men around her. What healthy girl wouldn't?

Candy though would at times make some of the people around her self-conscious for her, even though she was not herself troubled by them. They were like two elephants in the room that nobody would fail to notice, yet would feel rather uncomfortable acknowledging. It just wasn't appropriate to say, "Wow, those really are big!" But, that was certainly the first thing that came to mind. Some girls were at times quite annoyed with her, with how she so audaciously displayed her humongous globes, but that was obviously just jealousy. They would do the same thing if theirs were comparably big, wouldn't they?

Candy was not self-conscious in part for another reason. She wasn't terribly brilliant, and perhaps even a bit naive. She was certainly overly trusting credulous, and quite guileless.

Her father would at times disapprove of the way she dressed. He continually warned her about boys, about how they might take advantage of her, how she should dress more modestly so that she didn't get them excited. Candy, though, would just say "pish posh." Daddies can at times be really silly, if not downright stupid. They are certainly overprotective.

Candy felt that she could take pretty good care of herself. In fact, she often had to expend little effort to get what she wanted or needed. She did get reasonably good grades in high school and it helped that most of her teachers were men. Men just always seemed to want to do her favors, to make life easier for her. Was that really her fault? Life just came easy for her. Why work hard if you don't have to?

But, Candy was now 18 and it was time to move out on her own, to find her own way in the world. Her father fully agreed, to put it mildy. He said that it was time to stop fooling around and to take life seriously. 

Candy therefore set out to pursue her life's path.

An immediate problem she faced though, as she walked the streets of Los Angeles, was that she had no idea what career that should be. What would be the optimal career for her to pursue? There were so many possibilities: doctor, lawyer, scientist, professor, politician, architect. She just didn't know which to choose.

PATH TO ENLIGHTENMENT

As she wandered through Los Angeles Candy wondered if she would ever find her true self, her true calling. Suddenly it appeared to be placed right before, right at her feet. Here she was, seeking her path in life and within an hour of walking the streets she came across a modest storefront above which was a large sign that read: "The Lalai Dama Path to Enlightenment." What better place to seek one's path in life, one's true calling!

Candy was so pleased, and excited. "Wow! There it is right there. It was right here in Los Angeles all the time and I didn't even know it." She strode in feeling bright and confident, her chest thrust out proudly.

The Lalai Dama's office was a little less than what she would have expected from the source for enlightenment. It wasn't like she was expecting to walk into the Taj Mahal, but she did expect that it would be at least as extravagant and impressive as the Marriott lobby. She had really been impressed when she had stayed there once with her father.

There were lots of pictures of the Lalai Dama along the wall, along with other traditional posters of India and Tibet. There was the smell of incense in the air, and a few potted plants. But, the trappings were really quite modest. The paneling was rather aged, and cheap to begin with. The upholstery of the waiting room chairs was worn and frayed. One was even quite stained. The carpeting was old and well-traveled, and it appeared that one of the plants really needed watering.

And, the Lalai Dama didn't even appear to be there. Sitting behind what might pass as a receptionist's desk was a rather modest looking, thin, middle-aged man wearing glasses. His head was shaved. He was at least dressed for the occasion, wearing a traditional orange Buddhist monk's robe.

"Yes, yes, my dear, do not fear, please, please, come in." He spoke in a rather high-pitched voice, gesturing cheerfully for her to come forward as he got up from the desk and came around to greet her.

She noticed he was wearing sandals with socks. She guessed that would make sense. It could get awfully cold without socks, but she never wore socks with her sandals. "Yes, hello? I'm Candy Christy." She asked inquisitively, "I'm here for enlightenment?"

"Oh yes, yes, yes, my dear." He spoke with a very strong Indian accent, but he actually didn't look at all Indian. He looked like he was from Ohio; however being from Ohio might in fact appear. "You have come to the right place, yes, please, please. We all seek enlightenment, do we not?"

"Well, golly, I guess so," Candy replied enthusiastically.

"Yes, yes, excellent, my dear. Would you like to begin now?"

"Now?" Candy was surprised at that. She figured that she would have to make an appointment, probably for weeks from now. Doctors won't see you for weeks, even months. Spiritual leaders should really be in as much demand, for what could really be more important than true enlightenment? But, it was true that there was actually nobody else there right now. "Well, I don't know. I'm not prepared or anything. Was I supposed to read something first?"

The guru, if that's what he was, giggled with amusement. "Oh no, no, my child. We don't read to grow, we learn through our selves, our experiences. We listen and study experientially, existentially, phenomenologically."

Candy had no idea what he meant, but she was glad about one thing. "Oh good! I was never very good with reading and studying, and all that."

"Oh, that is no problem, my dear. No problem at all. Please, please, take my hand, child, and I will show you the path to growth, to true knowledge."

"Oh my goodness," Candy exclaimed, her heart all a flutter, realizing that she was in fact going to achieve enlightenment, and apparently right now!

The man led her by the hand to a side door into an adjoining room, explaining as he went that "It was my destiny to know, to help and to guide children like yourself." As he opened the door he turned to her to say, looking into her large sultry blue eyes, "You know, it was no accident that you came here, to me, Candy."

"It wasn't?" She didn't know that.

"Oh no, no, my dear. We are all on a path, and that path is our destiny, our fate."

"Oh my goodness. I didn't know that." She was becoming enlightened already!

He led her through the door into the adjoining room, which again wasn't anything spectacular, but it was at least much better than the waiting room. The walls of this room were covered with Indian blankets and tapestries, all very colorful. And, when she looked up, she could see that the ceiling was draped as well with large, colorful tapestries. The ceiling light was itself covered with a diaphanous tapestry, providing the room with a bit of mysterious atmosphere. Plus, the carpeted floor was littered with many very large throw pillows and cushions, and the scent of incense was even stronger than in the waiting room. It was also quite strangely warm, perhaps even a bit uncomfortably warm. "Oh my goodness," Candy exclaimed, duly impressed by her surroundings.

"Yes, yes," the guru responded knowingly. "In this chamber much will be learned, much will be discovered. This is the righteous path for you to follow in your spiritual advancement."

"Golly, I certainly hope so. I've been on a pretty rocky path so far."

"And where is this path taking you?"

"Well, I guess here, I s'pose." She hoped that was the right answer. She always hated it when a teacher asked her a question in class.

"No, no, no, I mean, to what stage of spiritual advancement have you reached?"

"Oh, I don't know. I've never really thought about it that way before." Frankly, she wasn't sure she had thought about it in any way. Well, that wasn't true was it? Of course she had thought about it. She wouldn't be here if she hadn't thought about it.

"Then, we must begin this very day. There are many stages toward spiritual knowledge. Each stage more difficult than the one preceding. Many, many choose this path, but so very few complete the journey."

Candy's eyes widened with concern and wonder. "Goodness, how many stages are there?"

The man clasped his hands before him, as he spoke with deep conviction. "There are none to see, and so many to discover; few to perceive, yet so many to surpass. All of them one step closer to true enlightenment."

"What? I don't get it."

"But, you shall. You will see. You will experience."

"Well, golly, I sure hope so! I really want to be enlightened!"

"Yes, yes, child, but we must also be patient. Complete true enlightenment will not arrive today. Any long journey begins with just the first step."

Candy was impressed with that statement. It sounded so simple and straightforward, yet also so deep and profound. It could mean many different things, couldn't it? "Well, okay. Let's begin! What's my first step?" She was really anxious to get started.

"Well, yes, Candy. Your enthusiasm is most admirable, most admirable indeed."

She grinned broadly and again thrust out her chest. She might not be the brightest bulb on the porch but she always did have lots and lots of enthusiasm.

The guru explained further. "A person must first unshackle himself, or herself, from the bonds and blinders of the material world, then and only then will you be truly enlightened. It's a very difficult path, but I can see that you want to enter this journey, and I know, in my heart, that you can succeed."

"Do you really think so?"

"Candy, I have led many disciples down the road to enlightenment, and I have no doubt, that you are among those who will experience the glow, the light, the vision of personal nirvana."

"Gee whiz." She just realized that she didn't know her guru's name. What was she supposed to call him? Master? Leader?

The master began to undo the belt of his robe. "You will first relieve yourself of these material shackles. We shall travel the path of wisdom together. Please, let us shed our bodies of all worldly accouterments."

"Oh, my, are you sure? All of my jewelry and things?" She wasn't so sure about this, but she did remove her earrings, bracelet, and necklace, laying them carefully on one of the pillows on the floor.

"Absolutely, my dear. And even more than just the jewelry. You can not grow, you can not rise beyond yourself if you cling to your past, your social conventions, your bodily, worldly self. Cast them aside and rise above them," he said as he pulled the robe from his body and tossed it aside, standing before her entirely butt naked.

"Oh my goodness!" Candy exclaimed. 'Well,' she thought. 'This must be why the room is so warm. But goodness, the master is completely stark naked!' "You took off your clothes!"

The master smiled patiently. "Yes, yes, please. Clothes are but an illusion, a shade drawn across our eyes, blinding us to our true selves. You must remove them to open your eyes."

Candy though could not take her eyes off of the naked man, and most specifically his penis. She did have experience when it came to members of the opposite sex, despite the efforts of her father to prevent it. But, goodness, nobody had just taken their clothes off like this! At least the boys she had been with would first buy her dinner, take her to a movie, or something.

Of course, nakedness with boys had always been sexual. Candy didn't really mind sex. She in fact liked it; actually, there were many times when she really did truly enjoy it, but she wouldn't admit to that, at least to her father.

But, well, frankly, the male bodies she had seen previously were much more attractive than this man's. It wasn't that he was repugnant or anything like that. He looked to be in reasonably good shape and he wasn't terribly hairy or anything. But, he was rather skinny, and his penis was so small! But, she then realized that she was probably being very superficial. She admonished herself for focusing on the size of the penis of her master when clearly they were seeking a much more fulfilling and deeper meaning. She seriously doubted that size of penis is related to likelihood of true enlightenment.

The master strolled around behind Candy to help with her zipper.

"Oh my," Candy yipped, as she felt him work on her dress. "I just gotta say, um, Mr., um.... Master, I feel kind of funny about this. Are you really sure?"

He pulled the zipper all the way down to her bottom, to her panties, and helped her get her arms out of the sleeves.

"Oh, Candy, I am very, very sure," he said, as he admired her pure white skin, and the pinkness of her panties peeking out from the opening in her dress. "And, please, you can call me Swami Radhamadhavananda Rahuleshwaranandji."

"What?" Candy instinctively covered her brassiere and panties with her left and right hands, respectively, as she stepped out of her dress. Given that he was standing behind her, there didn't seem to be much purpose in covering herself in front, but she did feel a little less self-conscious by doing what she could to protect her modesty.

The Swami tossed her dress aside, as if it was of little worth or consideration. Candy wasn't too happy about that. It was a Halston Serena, no less! Her father had bought it for her on her eighteenth birthday and she had worn it today to boost her confidence and perhaps provide her with good luck. She would have liked to have at least properly folded it.

The guru repeated his name, "Swami Radhamadhavananda Rahuleshwaranandji. But, you can just call me Swami, or Master."

"Oh, good!" That was a relief. There was no way she would be able to remember that name, let alone say it. "Oh my!" she exclaimed, as she felt the Master, the Swami, suddenly pull down her panties. He left them cluttered around her ankles.

The Swami smiled licentiously. This girl did have a very pretty bottom. Frankly, he was expecting her to be a bit chubby in the caboose, given how large she was in front. He found that most girls with really large breasts were a bit chunky, but apparently not this girl. She had a very wonderfully perky, petite bottom. It was just like a cute little apple, with a nice smooth, enticing crack down the center.

He considered opening up her crack to meditate on her rosebud but that might lose at least the appearance of dispassionate objectivity and worldly disinterest. "Here," he said,"step out of your panties, dear."

"Yes sir, Mr. Swami," Candy replied, her face reddening, her right hand clasped firmly over her exposed cunnie. She knew that divestment of worldly apparel was an important first step to enlightenment but she couldn't help but feel it to be a bit awkward. After all, she hardly knew the Swami at all.

"Now," he added, in his high pitch Indian accent, "would you like some help with your brassiere as well?"

"No, no! No, I can do that myself."

The Swami moved around to stand in front of her. There was a much better view from there.

"Oh," Candy exclaimed as she observed the Swami positioning himself right in front of her, his eyes fixed on her brassiere.

He shook his head in understanding amusement at Candy's discomfort with exposing herself. Looking into her eyes he asserted,"Candy, please, not to worry. I have no interest in your body. I have long left behind any such interest in base, primitive, animalistic urges. They are inconsequential to me, a triviality, a flea on the wall of life."

"Really? You don't like sex?" She remained standing with her panties still at her ankles, not yet making an effort at removing her brassiere, her hands still concentrating on trying to protect her modesty.

"Like? No, no, dear, please, it's not liking or disliking. If I didn't like I might like. Disliking is still living within the world, no better than liking," he explained as he helped Candy step out of her panties. "I live beyond this realm. I see you, your self, your inner self, your inner beauty. Your body is inconsequential to me. I do not notice such things. They mean nothing to me, nothing at all," he affirmed as he briefly considered the lovely scent of Candy's panties before tossing them in a direction other than her dress.

"Golly," Candy said. She wasn't too sure that she would really like that, if it was in fact okay not to like something. But, at least right now it was reassuring that he wouldn't look at her, that way. It was kind of like visiting a doctor, when she thought of it. Although, some of her male doctors did seem to do more than doctor. She looked over at her panties and said softly, "Well, I should explain one thing. I mean, warn you about one thing."

The Swami stood back up and leaned forward, his face but inches away from her thrusting and humongous lacy pink globes, that were frankly not that well hidden by the slender arm and hand that was trying to cover them. "Yes, my dear? What is troubling you?"

"Well," her face reddened as she worked to get the courage to say. "It's just that I, well, it's just that I...." She said very softly, "I shaved myself, down there." She shaved "down there" because she liked to wear bikinis and, well, guys seemed to like it shaved. She also liked it herself. It made her look and feel cleaner, more wholesome and pure. But, she wasn't so sure that a spiritual man like the Swami would approve. She knew her father wouldn't.


The Further Adventures of Candy



The Swami just giggled in that exaggerated high-pitched voice. "Yes, yes. Please, of no consequence. I shave entire body once! Please, please. We must proceed."

Candy couldn't imagine shaving everywhere. With a deep breath that swelled her breasts further, she released her right hand from her cunnie and together with the left hand reached back to unclasp her brassiere, causing her breasts to rise up even further. 

It was like two small pink lacy mountains rising up before his eyes, but what really attracted the eyes of the Swami was what the release of Candy's right hand revealed. She was indeed shaved and it was a very fetching sight. Her cunnie looked so innocent, so tantalizing sweet and exposed: very much like a fresh peach slit down the middle through which one could suck the girl's tart nectar. He had seen quite a few cunnies in his time, but this one was a true delicacy to behold.

Candy noticed where the Swami's eyes were looking, or perhaps even staring. For someone with no actual interest in her naked body, he did seem awfully interested in her exposed cunnie. But, he wasn't developing an erection or anything. No guy standing naked before her as she undressed had managed to remain unaroused for this long. He did indeed appear to be existing on a different plane, or at least in a different world. That did make her feel more comfortable. She was again reminded of visiting a doctor. Imagine if the doctor developed an erection? At least the Swami was making it clear that he was not becoming excited. She unclasped her brassiere, slowly pulled down each strap off her shoulders and down her arms, holding the cups to her breasts, and then, when both straps were off her arms, she slowly pulled the cups away.

The Swami abruptly took the brassiere from her hand and casually tossed it aside.

He at least tossed it close to her panties, Candy observed.

The Swami pondered Candy's breasts. Her cunnie had been most impressive, but these breasts could almost put her cunnie to shame, if that was possible. Candy's breasts were indeed quite a marvel to behold. They were so incredibly large, larger than even those of Holly, Bridget, or Kendra, from the Swami's favorite TV show. These were breasts that might in fact be too large for a Playboy centerfold. Yet, they would be pretty darned good as they held up really very, very well, especially for natural ones. The guys who were honored with this intimate knowledge and experience of their nakedness were invariably surprised to discover that they were in fact real. This is not to say that fake ones were unappealing. On the contrary, they really did have their own very special appeal. But, it was impressive that Candy's stood up so well despite being natural and, if given the opportunity, one would discover that they are also really very soft and terribly wiggly. Big ones did appear to jiggle more.

But, rather than comment on what truly fantastic tits Candy was displaying, he maintained his professional composure to say instead, "Very good, very good, Candy. You have broken free from the world. Does is it not feel good? Liberating?"

Candy pondered the question. She just thought it felt kind of weird, standing there naked in front of a naked older man. Frankly, it would be terribly weird to have your doctor or your minister be naked with you. But, maybe feeling weird was common in the initial stages of personal growth. She tentatively nodded her head.

"Now, let's assume the position," the Swami instructed.

"The position?" Candy asked. Whenever a guy said that to her it meant on her elbows and knees, bottom up, or on her back, knees pulled back, or perhaps bent over a desk, bottom up, legs spread. Or, actually, it could mean on her knees in front of him, if he wanted her to give him pleasure that way. But, the Swami didn't really mean that, did he? What was his favorite position?

"Yes, yes, dear," the Swami demonstrated, sitting down cross-legged on one of the large cushion pillows, facing her.

It was a rather awkward way to sit, but she had seen a few yogas and such sit this way on television or in the movies. What was awkward about it is that it meant that her thighs would be spread very open. There was really nothing modest about it.

As she got down on the floor in front of him, her giant jugs wobbling and bobbling, she had to say, "I can't help but say, Mr. Swami, sir, that this is kind of embarrassing, a little." She first just knelt in front of him, her thighs closed, her hands again covering her breasts. All that wobbling as she got down onto her knees made her more aware, more conscious, of their naked exposure.

"Yes, yes. Everyone feels so the first time. But, this is your social self speaking, your self as object in planetary object world. You must live on a much deeper, a much higher plane of existence, one for which the trivial concerns of naked breasts and bottoms mean nothing. Please, do you now see my penis, dear? Do I seem at all troubled by its exposure? I do not live in the physical object world, Candy, I live in the spiritual world, the spiritual sphere."

Candy glanced at his penis. It was indeed still soft. However, she did feel a bit awkward looking at it. She wanted to see, to think of, her master as her spiritual leader, not as a guy with a naked penis between his thighs.

"Now, please, please, let us meditate on our true selves, our inner spiritual selves. Please, sit with me in traditional lotus position, sit with me, child, sit as I do."

Candy reluctantly sat like her master, on her bottom, cross-legged, feet over thighs, thighs spread wide open. It was really quite awkward, on a number of levels, albeit not spiritual ones. It was actually quite difficult to get her feet over her thighs, but she was in pretty good shape and was able to eventually do it. It was though awkward in another way. Not only was her shaved cunnie now wide open for view, but with her thighs spread, her pussy was also spread open a bit as well. Her inner cunnie was an aspect of her inner self that she was not entirely comfortable displaying to the Swami.

But, as the Swami said, he had risen beyond such base interests or worldly insecurities. He could care less about her moist inner pussy lips. She scolded herself for being so superficial. She really did have much to learn. She followed his lead and rested her hands, palms up, on her knees, her inner cunnie glistening in the subtle light of the room.

"Very good, dear, very good. Now close your eyes and be mindful."

Candy closed her eyes but she didn't understand what he meant. "Mindful?"

"Yes, yes. Erase everything from your mind. Everything of this world, think of nothing but krishna. Your mind is now Ksipta: agitated, unable to listen, unable to remain quiet. You must reach Nirodha, free of all thoughts, silent, free."

"What?"

"Candy, focus your mind on one thing, your breathing, perhaps, a mantra, if you wish."

Candy tried, but her mind kept coming back to the fact that she was sitting there naked, her thighs spread open, her pussy fully exposed, her breasts just hanging out there. She opened her eyes and looked at the door. "Is that door locked? Nobody else is going to come in here, are they?" She just realized that she hadn't noticed him locking the door after they had entered the room, and virtually anyone could come off the street and simply walk in on them.

Swami Radhamadhavananda Rahuleshwaranandji realized that he did have a particularly difficult pupil. Everyone, of course, does have some difficulty with this, at least initially, but perhaps Candy needed a bit more help. "Candy, please, let me help you." He undid himself from the lotus position and knelt before her. "Please, child, close your eyes and allow your mind, free your mind, to focus on just one thing, one thing alone. Cast everything else aside, all the thoughts of your past, of this world, the world beyond that door, the world beyond this temple, the world out there in the street, and you will free yourself from its constraints, its strings, its trappings, its illusions."

"I'm trying but I just keep coming back to the fact that I'm, like, well, you know, naked and everything."

"Ah yes, I see, I see." He certainly did see, and it was quite nice to see. But, he was not a professional Swami for nothing. "It is a Buddhist principle that when faced with boulder in path, do not try to push it out of the way, embrace it. When faced with adversity, do not fight it, accept it. You conquer through acceptance, not through fighting, not through struggle, but through embracing the obstacles in your path."

"What?"

"Here, let me show you. Let me demonstrate. Close your eyes and this time lace your fingers behind your head, in true yoga fashion."

Candy did as he instructed. This position though was even more suggestive, because lifting her arms and clasping her hands behind her head provided a greater boost and prominence to what were already very prominently thrusting naked breasts.

The Swami paused to admire their beauty. It is a principle of mindfulness to be aware of the moment, not to dwell on the past or worry about the future, but to instead live with nature as it is currently experienced. And, before him now was a really very wonderful, true gem of nature: two lovely, humongous, white, luscious jugs. Actually, they were much bigger than any jugs he had seen. These were true melons, or even more accurately big luscious white snow mountains, each capped by a patch of fertile red areola, upon which stood a couple of little look-out towers.

Like any man faced with such a treasure, the Swami was sorely tempted to simply dive in, to grab, hold, fondle, and squeeze them. In fact, these boobs were so big that they would be ideal for fucking: two true mountains of lusciously soft bouncy flesh pillows. It seemed you could in fact actually climb onto them and then fall deep within her cleavage, losing yourself in their warmth, becoming smothered by the enveloping, engulfing flesh. But, Radhamadhavananda Rahuleshwaranandji was indeed a Swami and he did live on a higher plane. At the moment, his interests were in the spiritual growth of Candy, not in the base, pleasurable desires of his testicles.

"Candy, there are many mystic zones of the human body through which spiritual enlightenment can be obtained, through which a mindful self-awareness can be cultivated and nurtured. Please, let me demonstrate." The Swami reached out and grasped Candy's nipples between the thumbs and index fingers of each hand.

"Oh my goodness!" Candy squealed, opening her eyes in shock.

"Please, child, please, close eyes. Eyes must remain closed for true mindful, focused attention."

"Yes sir," Candy meekly replied, aware now only of the fact that her nipples were being squeezed and pinched by the Swami.

"Candy, shall I suggest, that right now, you are aware of really only one thing: your nipples?"

"Well, yes, you're right. That's true."

"Yes, yes, see, your mind is focused. You are being mindful. You do not think of the past, you do not worry about the future," he explained, squeezing and pinching her little stiff nubs. "Yes, you are here, in this moment of time, in time, aware of this point, this moment of your existence, nothing else."

"Golly, that's true!" It was indeed quite true, and quite a revelation for Candy. "I'm being mindful?"

"Oh yes, Candy, yes you are, very mindful. You just need to discover and develop your mystic zones."

"Yes, yes, I see, Mr. Swami."

"Yes, yes, Candy, one can see many things with one's eyes closed."

'Wow,' Candy thought, 'that was so deep and wise. Seeing with your eyes closed!' She had never done that before. Yet, here she was doing precisely that, and it was only just her first session with the Master.

"The body has many mystic zones, Candy," the Swami explained as he let go of her nipples, which were now standing up rather stiff and tall. The normal man, the less than spiritual man, might be tempted to suck on them. They were certainly very inviting. But, the Swami was able to resist this superficial bodily temptation. Instead, he shifted his hands to cup each one of Candy's bulbous boobs in the palms of his hands. They were far from a handful and, as he lifted up each one he was duly impressed by their weight. "And, what is in your mind now, Candy, what are you mindful of now?"

Candy almost opened her eyes, but this time she was able to exert better self-control, despite the surprise at feeling the hands of the Master cupping each of her naked breasts. She was aware of her heart racing a bit, but more aware of simply the Swami's hands holding her bosoms. "Well, golly, um, Master, it's your hands, holding my, my, ...."

"Yes, child, you must trust me. I am your guiding spirit. I have no desire, no interest, in the body. I am only demonstrating to you the power of mindfulness, of spiritual awareness. With but one small gesture on my part, simply through my modest hands your mind is now elsewhere, but yet again focused." He began to squeeze, fondle, and explore those lusciously large soft globular milk pillows. It was truly a lot to explore, a lot of flesh to cover, and he devoted himself religiously to the task.

"Is your mind now focused, child? Have you not forgotten your past, your future, is it not focused now on the present moment, this place and time of your being-in-the-world?"

"Oh yes, Swami, it is," Candy gasped. He was again very, very correct. He did appear to be a very wise and learned man. All that Candy was noticing now was the feel of his hands exploring her breasts, squeezing here, fondling there, occasionally returning to her original mystic zone, her nipples, to give them a nurturing squeeze, flicker, or pinch.

Many a man had explored her breasts before, and many more than them had wanted to. But, never before had the fondling, caressing, and feeling, if not grabbing, fumbling, groping, or grappling, been so spiritual, so deeply existential. She could feel the realization of her self, her transcendence, developing and growing within her, and it in fact really felt quite nice, quite wonderful, quite exciting. "Oh Swami," she exclaimed, "I think I'm beginning to transcend."

"Yes, yes, child, I can see, I can feel you are." The Swami had transcended as well, for now his cock was stiff as a steel rod, poking up and out from him like a cobra mesmerized by a snake charmer, but this cobra was rising not because of a hypnotizing pungi melody, but by the entrancing jugs of Candy Christy. Exploring breasts like Candy's will have that effect. The Swami was a spiritual leader, but he was also a healthy male. He got up from his knees and stood before her, his erect dick only a few inches from her eyes.

"Child, here, let me show you. Open your eyes and you shall see more, you shall grow further."

Candy wondered what it was she was about to see. She felt she had seen so much with them closed. And, she was quite terribly shocked when she opened them. "Oh my gracious goodness, Mr. Swami!" The Swami had apparently grown quite a bit himself. "Your penis! It's all stiff and hard!"

The Swami though just giggled at the girl's youth, her inexperience, her child-like naivete. "Yes, Candy, it is, yes, indeed! Notice I have erected my penis simply through the power of my will, my spirit."

"Oh my, you sure have!"

"Yes, yes, a Swami must train his body to do many things, to respond on command irrespective of where he is, in what context, on what plane he currently exists. This all comes with transcendence, with enlightenment."

Candy's eyes were transfixed at the sight, which was frankly very difficult to ignore, as the red swollen bulb seemed to be aiming right for her eyes, like the cobra was now ready to spit, and what it would spray would hit her right on her face and into her eyes, just like a real cobra. She instinctively regressed to the bodily world and once again covered her breasts and cunnie with her hands, as best she could. The covering of her breasts was though so terribly feeble and ineffective. There was just so much territory to hide. The effort only made her look more provocative, more enticing, as the hands only made it even clearer that what she was ineffectively hiding was quite inappropriately provocative and revealing.

The Swami giggled again. "No, no, child, do not be deceived, do not be ignorant. I have done this without any material desire whatsoever. It is only how I have now, through my transcendent karma, have transformed my bodily state into another form, another mystic plane."

Candy wondered if perhaps she might ask him to transform it back into its flaccid mystic state, but she really couldn't question a Swami regarding such matters, and certainly not during her very first lesson. But, goodness, it was rather disconcerting. "Well, golly, I don't know. Are you sure about all this?"

"Yes, yes," he responded, smiling patiently at the young, innocent, fresh, and confused neophyte. "It is not me. I am beyond such matters, such desires. A swami can transform his body in many ways. He can sleep on nails, walk on hot coals. None of this means anything to him. Please, please, see for yourself, go ahead and touch it, feel for yourself."

"Feel it?"

"Yes, yes, my child. It will not bite you." He giggled, as if he had just made a joke. "I will not respond. I am past such worldly, base reactions. Come, come, child, place your hands on this mystic zone."

"Well, okay, if you say so." Candy reluctantly, cautiously, and with considerable skepticism, removed her hand from her cunnie and reached out to grasp hold of the Swami's stiff, hard, erect dick and, he was indeed correct. It was as stony as a steel rod. "Wow, that's really amazing, Swami. It really does feel all hard and stiff, and everything, like it really is a, well, um..." She added quietly, "an erection."

"Yes, of course, child. I am have complete control of my body. And, with my training, someday you shall as well."

Candy tore her eyes away from what seemed to her to be an erection to look into the Swami's face as she continued to feel and fondle the Swami's mystic zone. He did appear to have a point. He was not displaying any visible reaction that she could discern. His face did not change expression. There was no deep sigh of pleasure, no blissful grin on his face. He did not react to her touch like many other guys had previously done. He in fact seemed quite indifferent to it.

She tried stroking it like she was jerking him off, trying to detect some form of reaction in him. She smiled to herself. It was kind of like trying to distract one of those guards at the Buckingham Palace. She wondered how one of them would react to having his erection fondled and stroked like she was doing now. She never had a guy who wouldn't react to her sensuous finger flirtations, but apparently she had indeed met her match. The Swami just smiled with this all-knowing grin.

Still, she said, "It sure does though feel like an erect...um, penis."

"Yes, yes. Life is full of illusions, my dear. The physical world is full of deception, apparitions, and beguilements. This is but one of many you will discover as you walk the path to enlightenment. Use both on hands on, what would you call this? What did you call it?"

"An erect penis?" Candy asked.

"Yes, yes. What else have you called it?"

"Oh golly," Candy answered, not wanting to share that with him. She did at times talk dirty with guys. Some of them seemed to like that. But somehow speaking like that didn't seem right with a spiritual leader. "I don't think I can do that, Mr. Swami."

"Candy, please, they are just words. Words have only the meanings your social world has prescribed for them. They are but waves of sound drifting through space. They have no meaning to me."

Candy had a sudden epiphany. "You mean like when a tree falls in the forest and nobody can hear it?"




The Further Adventures of Candy



"Yes, yes, Candy. You are learning. You are becoming wise before your years."

Candy was so pleased and proud. "Cock! I like to call it a big hard stiff cock," she gleefully offered, now more comfortably and explicitly stroking the shaft up and down its length.

"Yes, yes, more, Candy. I am indifferent. Sticks and stones, Candy, sticks and stones."

She knew what that meant. She remembered hearing that as a little girl. "And, dick. I like to call it a stiff hard dick too."

"Yes, but please, please, do use your other hand as well, child. Use both hands. Pretend like you are actually trying to make this stiff hard cock and dick all excited."

"Yes, sir," Candy replied. She removed her other hand from her breasts and brought it into the action: stroking him with both hands, at times using one hand to tickle, caress, and fondle the smooth swollen purple bulb, at times using another hand to softly cup, hold, and caress his hanging balls, all the while talking about his cock in various ways. "Yes, sometimes I like to talk about it like it's a stiffie or a boner, you know, kind of teasing him, like, 'Golly, gee whiz, Mr. Swami, you have such a big hard boner. I've never seen a boner so big and hard before!'"

"Yes, that's good, child, very good," the Swami replied, his eyes fixed on how Candy's humongous boobs were bobbling and wiggling so mightily as she worked so frenetically on his cock. She was now stroking it with substantial vigor, as if she was trying to make the Swami cum, but knowing full well that there was really no possibility of that actually happening. This was one of the best handjobs the Swami had ever received. Candy was indeed an excellent student of yoga and meditation.

All the while Candy continued to say dirty and obscene things. "Oh Swami, your cock is so fucking hard, so big and stiff and swollen. I don't think I've ever seen such a scary cock before." She looked up at him with her innocent, pleading, blue eyes and asked, "Please, Mr. Swami, won't you please shoot your hot sticky stuff all over me?"

But, the Swami stepped back, literally wrenching his stiff cock from her hands. "No, no child."

Candy felt bad. She realized that she had gotten a little carried away, forgetting where she was, what she was doing, and why she was doing it. Of course he wasn't going to actually do that! She felt bad for suggesting or implying that such a thing might in fact happen. She put a hand to her mouth in embarrassment. "Oh gosh, Master, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"No, no child, do not apologize. You were in fact being very mindful. You were in the moment, forgetting where you were, what you were doing, and why you were doing it. You were being very mindful indeed. You were just being, being-in-the-world."

"Really?" She felt so much better. She had felt like she was just jerking him off onto her face when in fact she was actually being-in-the-world? She really did have a lot to learn.

"Yes, child, yes. Let us now assume a new yoga position."

"Sure!" Candy was now quite eager to learn more, feeling in fact rather excited and exhilarated.

"Yes, yes, good, child. Please, assume the Bhujangasana position."

"The what?"

"Cobra. It's also called the cobra yoga position."

She knew she probably should have done some reading before this first lesson. She had asked him about that, and didn't really appreciate feeling embarrassed about not knowing the Cobra position. She knew lots of positions, but not the cobra. "Golly, Swami, I know the doggie but not the cobra."

"Candy. I'm so sorry. Of course, of course. You were making such rapid progress that, for a moment, I forgot this was in fact just your first lesson! You seem so farther along than most."

Candy felt better again and smiled. "Golly, Swami," she replied, her face reddening at the compliment.

"Bhujangasana, or Cobra, is a hatha yoga position in which you lie prone on the floor, on your tummy and place your hands on the floor beside your pectoral muscles."

"My what?" She really didn't do that well in biology, and besides, that did sound like something only guys had.

"Your breasts, my dear, your breasts."

"Oh yes, I see," she replied. 

"Now, place the hands, palms down, under the shoulders on the floor. Inhaling, without lif\ting your navel from the floor, raise your chest, your breasts, and head, arching your back. Obtain as complete a stretching of the body as possible."

Candy followed his instruction.

"Now, be sure to press the tops of the feet and thighs and the pubis firmly into the floor."

"The what?"

"Your sweet little cunnie, dear," he clarified.

Candy blushed. It did seem odd for her Master to refer to it that way, but she had to admit it was then easier for her to understand what he was saying. It also seemed like an odd thing to do, but it did feel nice to be finally hiding her "cunnie" from view.

"Now, on an inhalation straighten your arms to lift your chest off the floor, going only to the height at which you can maintain a connection through your cunnie to your legs. Press the tailbone toward the cunnie and lift the cunnie toward the navel. Narrow the hip points. Firm, but don't harden the buttocks."

'Goodness,' Candy thought, 'that was all a bit complicated.' But, the Swami helped to position her as precisely as possible, shifting a thigh here, a buttocks there, all the while his erect cock was poking out from him, often bumping into an arm here, a cheek there, and once even a boob. She was so relieved to know that it didn't have anything to do with sex.

In the end it was a good position for stretching the back. She did have to admit that.

"Yes, see, yes, very good," he observed in his exaggerated Indian accent, "it looks like the raising of the head of the Cobra."

Candy didn't know about any snake's head, but it did seem to present her boobs in a rather incongruous position, jutting them out but hanging them out as well, easily swinging and swaying before her.

"Now, I will complete this position with my complementary Grass Snake position." The Swami got up on his feet to stand before her.

Candy wondered what the position for a Grass Snake would be.

"Yes, yes. I will stand here, in front of the cobra. I must get very close to cobra." He moved up closer and closer until the head of his cock was just an inch from Candy's lips. "Yes, Candy, very very good. Now open your mouth and we will complete the yoga position."

"Open my mouth?" Her mouth was in fact already a bit open, in surprise and disbelief. It was like when she saw her first erect cock. She had seen quite a few since then, but not one on a spiritual leader, guiding her to transcendent growth. She really hadn't expected the path to self-enlightenment to involve having an erect cock in her mouth. Still, as he said, this was simply an illusion of the body world. This world was such a strange and confusing place. She opened her mouth.

"Yes, very, very good dear. Now close your eyes."

Candy did so, feeling a bit vulnerable, wondering what he might do.

The Swami smiled down at his protege, his student, her face dutifully, receptively, submissively raised up to him in the Cobra yoga position, her mouth now open, waiting for him to insert his cock within her mouth. She was so darned pretty, with such wonderfully kissable lips, such rosy red cheeks, such beautifully symmetrical features. She was indeed one of the best apprentices he had seen in years.

The Swami slid his cock inside the young lady's warm wet mouth. "Now, Candy, close your lips, be silent and be one with the world, with nature, with peace, your true inner self. End all thoughts, all feelings, and just be with Cobra and Snake in Grass."

Candy tried, but it sure was difficult. She could swear that the Swami's stiff dick was in her mouth. Which it was, but she tried not to think of it as a cock. But, how do you ignore something like that? Plus, his crotch hair was kind of ticklish, and the more she tried to ignore it the more it seemed to tickle and itch her nose.

The Swami though was not inconsiderate. She was after all a novice to yoga. He grasped her head in his hands and helped her to hold it still as he slowly drew his cock in and out of her mouth, humming and uttering phrases that were all unintelligible to Candy.

"Aum sahanaavavatu, Sahanau bhunaktu" he said as he slid his cock into her mouth, "Saha viiryan karavaavahai" he hummed as he pulled his cock out, "Tejasvi naavadhiitamastu" he said as he pushed it back in, and "Maa vidvishhaavahai" he finished as he pulled it back out. He kept repeating this mantra over and over and over as he very slowly, very gradually, very sensually, pushed his dick in and pulled it out of her mouth, never actually fully removing his cock, always stopping when it was just about to separate from her lips, always pausing there to let her lips rest against the round plum of his cock, as if she was actually kissing it, and then slowly pushing it back in.

Candy kept her eyes closed, trying her best to be one with the world, one with nature and peace, and with, with, what else did he say? She knew she shouldn't ask him, and really couldn't with this mystic zone in her mouth. She did though feel an urge to at least bring her tongue into this yoga exercise.

The Swami spoke softly, "Now, Candy, raise up your tongue, like the cobra, and meet my mystic zone with your tongue."

Well, that made her feel better. She had apparently anticipated the next yoga exercise. She did as she was instructed, licking his mystic zone as he slowly, sensually drew it in and out of her mouth.

He did now, though, at least translate his mantra for her. "Yes, child, may both of us be protected together, may both of us be nourished together," as his cock slid in. "May both of us work together with great vigor," as his cock slid out. "May both of us study to be enlightening," as his cock moved in. "May no obstacle arise between the two of us," as his cock slid out. He continued to say this, over and over and over, as he softly, slowly fucked her mouth while she worked on his stiff dick with her tongue, focusing in particular, whenever she had the chance, on the underside of the crown where she knew he would be most sensitive. She knew that guys especially liked it when she did that.

The Swami though appeared to be immune, exempt, invulnerable, to the ministrations of her tongue. She didn't know what to think of that. By now, the boys, the men, she had nibbled on before would have been weak in the knees, begging her to bring them off, to let them explode into her mouth or onto her face, or to at least be able to fuck her up the cunt. But, the Swami was entirely silent, other than the monotone sound of his mantra, which she now understood as their mantra, for their snake lotus coupling. 

She concentrated on the Swami's voice, as she did his dick.

The Swami did eventually stop his mantra and he slowly extracted his cock.

Candy dutifully kept still, her eyes closed, albeit feeling a little self-conscious over the fact that she could feel a bit of spittle hanging from her lip and chin, her breasts now heaving with excitement as they hung before her.

The Swami again admired her features, her prettiness, her allure, which appeared all the more enticing with his cock still connected to that lovely mouth by a strand of wet spittle.

The Swami spoke very softly. "Now, Candy, very slowly, lower yourself fully to the ground."

It wasn't really ground as she was lying across a large throw pillow.

"I will now teach you the next yoga position, the Adho Mukha Svanasana."

She had no idea, of course, what that meant, but she knew he would helpfully explain each step. He instructed, "Set your knees directly below your hips and your hands slightly forward of your shoulders. Spread your palms, index fingers parallel or slightly turned out, and turn your toes under."

It was quite a bit of detail, but apparently that was important.

"Exhale and lift your knees away from the floor. At first keep your knees slightly bent and the heels lifted away from the floor. Yes, yes, very good, Candy." The Swami changed position to get behind her. It was a better angle to instruct. "Lengthen your tailbone away from the back of your pelvis and press it lightly toward the cunnie. Very good, Candy," he instructed, although helping her a bit as well, placing his hands on her buttocks to direct her. "Against this resistance, lift the sitting bones toward the ceiling, and from your inner ankles draw the inner legs up into the groin."

His instruction remained confusing, but he continued to help her through by pushing her bottom here, shifting her breasts there.

"Then with an exhalation, push your top thighs back and stretch your heels onto or down toward the floor. Straighten your knees now but be sure not to lock them. Firm the outer thighs and roll the upper thighs inward slightly. Narrow the front of the pelvis. Yes, yes, very, very good."

Candy had never been in this position before. It was very much like a doggie position, for another activity, but she was now on her feet and hands rather than her knees and elbows, which made it a bit more difficult to maintain her balance, nor did it help that her bounding breasts were hanging down in all their bulbous glory, bobbling and wiggling left and right, further challenging her balance. What was consistent with traditional doggy though was what was most important: her bottom was sticking well up in the air.

"Yes, Candy, very good, very natural, very excellent Adho Mukha Svanasana. This position also called 'Downward facing dog.'"

'Well,' thought Candy, 'that name now made very good sense.' Apparently yoga positions aren't too terribly different from sexual positions. Well, at least this did feel really darned sexual with her bottom sticking up so high. Frankly, her bottom wasn't even this high in the doggie position!

This alternative perspective on Adho Mukha Svanasana was also not lost on the Swami. He had in particular a rather nice perspective. The position was really providing to the person standing behind her a very open view of the puckered lips of Candy's anus and the peach slit of her cunt. It was really very, very suggestive, to say the least.

And, it was perhaps even more submissive than the doggie position with the girl's balance now more tentative being on her feet and hands, spread forward and back quite a bit of distance. The Swami tapped Candy's inner thighs to encourage her to spread her legs out a bit wider, providing her with an improved stance to better hold her position, but also providing him an even more open view of her cunt, as well as giving him some room to get in between her legs.

"Now," the Swami explained, "I will teach you your first lesson in spiritual awareness. You will soar above your bodily senses and fly as a dove among the clouds, far above the earthly world. Would that be to your satisfaction, my dear?"

"Oh yes, Swami, sir, that would be very nice indeed."

"Yes, yes. Now, pupil, concentrate on your feelings, your sensations, focus your mind on what you feel in the here and now. Do not be distracted by your past, by what others have said, by what your parents believe, by what your worldly blinded high school teachers may have taught you. Close your eyes and just feel yourself be."

"Yes sir, Swami, sir," Candy replied. She just couldn't quite become certain how exactly to refer to her Master, her Swami. She did though obey him implicitly and closed her eyes, trying to clean her mind of everything in the past, everything that was and might be, and just be in the present.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, her eyes opening up as she felt what was in the present, what was presently in a most personal spot. The Swami was apparently exploring her cunnie as she was exploring her inner self.

"Mr. Swami?"

"Trust me, Candy," the Swami instructed. "Close your eyes young child and let yourself be."

Candy briefly wondered if that was in fact a Beatles song, or was that let it be me, or something like that. 'Oops,' she realized. She was in the past, exploring her past, she must stay in the present, focusing her mind, her attention on the here and now. "Is that another magical zone?" she inquired.

"Mystical zone, dear, yes, yes, child, very special here, very powerful for self-transcendence. Let your most special mystic zones guide you to growth, to awareness."

Candy tried to do that, but all that she was feeling was an increasing sexual arousal as the Swami continued to slide his fingers up and down her slit, as if he was caressing them, at times even stopping at her clit to softly squeeze it, to even pinch it a bit, to massage it around and around and around, whispering, "very mystic, yes, Candy, feel the force within you building, your psychic energy growing, and growing, and growing."

"Oh my," Candy exclaimed, "Swami, I think I can feel it." She wasn't entirely sure what she felt. There was an increasing sense of excitement. Her heart rate was accelerating, her breathing as well, an increasing warmth growing within her loins, moisture developing on her cunnie. Her face flushed with embarrassment as she realized that she was in fact getting wetter and wetter. The Swami would most certainly notice it and probably figure she was getting sexually aroused. It did sure feel like that. She wondered if she was doing this wrong.

The Swami noticed her increasing moisture, and he worked her feminine fluids throughout her cunnie, using her moisture to lubricate her flesh, her clit, to make his caressing, his massaging, even more sensually pleasurable.

"Oh my goodness, Swami," Candy gasped.

"Yes, yes, Candy, I can feel your growing transcendence. Do you not feel aware, Candy? Do you not feel it growing and building?"

"Well, golly yes, Mr. Swami. Oh my!" she squealed when she felt him pinching her clitoris. "Are you sure this is the way?"

"Oh yes, Candy, I am very sure, very, very sure," he responded, slipping a finger up inside her cunt, which wasn't at all difficult given how swollen, wet, and aroused she had become.

"Oh Mr. Swami, please!" Candy pleaded, but it wasn't clear whether she was pleading for him to stop or to diddle her even harder. She felt so confused, and it was such an rather awkward way for her to be masturbated, on her hands and feet like this, all spread out and poking up, but its obscene exposure was also terribly erotic.

Candy had seen how the Swami had transcended such feelings, not really responding to her hand, or to even her mouth, remaining so above and beyond it all, so far out there within the mystic plane, yet she seemed to be primarily becoming just lustfully aroused. She even began to slowly twist, turn, and gyrate her hips, grinding her cunnie against the Swami's finger as it slowly fucked in and out of her cunt.

The Swami though was very reassuring, which was so helpful to hear. "Yes, very good, Candy, very good response. You are learning this position very quickly. Wiggle and squirm your buttocks. This is most helpful for enlightened yoga exercise." He worked his finger around and around inside her cunt, twirling it, screwing it, twisting and bending it in all sorts of positions, as Candy did likewise in a complementary fashion with her bottom.

"Is this right?" Candy gasped, wanting to be sure that she wasn't just fucking his finger and in a rather grossly obscene manner at that.

"Yes, yes, very good, Candy, excellent dharma."

It is said that a true Swami can assume many yoga positions. Swami Radhamadhavananda Rahuleshwaranandj was a master with his finger, particularly when it slipped up inside a pupil's cunt, and the Swami's expertise was having a very clear and real affect on Candy.

And, Candy was indeed terribly, terribly impressed. She had never been diddled this way before. She wanted more. She wanted lots, lots more. She wanted to squat down onto the Swami's finger, and perhaps, no definitely, on more than just one. She wanted to pump her cunt onto two or three or four of his fingers while perhaps he, or she, massaged her nub. "Oh Swami," she moaned, obscenely thrusting her cunt on and off his finger, the room now filled with the lewd noises of her wet, squirting, slushing cunt.




The Further Adventures of Candy



The Swami, being sensitive to the emergent states of being of his pupils, withdrew his finger. He knew that few could take his fingering for long and, besides, he wanted to take her farther. He wanted to provide her with more than just his finger.

"Oh Mr. Swami!" Candy gasped as she felt her cunt emptied of the Swamis magically, mystically squirming finger.

"Candy," the Swami announced, "your past is behind you and your future is now behind you."

Candy had no idea what he meant by that but, then again, her mind was now just a cloud of confusion and lust. "Yes, Mr. Swami," she gasped, "my future is behind me."

"Candy, this staff of knowledge is before and behind you. You must absorb it inside you. Are you ready to receive the staff of knowledge, of growth, of wisdom."

"Oh yes, yes, Mr. Swami, please, I am ready. I know I am. I can feel how ready I am deep inside me, inside my true inner self and being."

She did appear to be getting the hang of it. "Excellent, Candy, very good. I can see that you have already broken from the constraints, the conventions, the foolish and blind trivialities of your worldly past, leaving them behind you and entering the new world as your true self."

"Yes, yes I am, Swami, please give me the staff of knowledge," and she did her best to obscenely arch her back, trying to make her position even more receptive, her willingness and desire clearer.

The Swami took his position in between Candy's thighs and with one quick, deft motion, slid his hard stiff dick up inside the young lady's smouldering, steaming, hot, dripping cunt.

The Swami explained. "This is the cosmic dance, Candy, of Adho Mukha Svanasana." He repeated their earlier mantra as he thrust his dick in and out of Candy's cunt. "Aum sahanaavavatu, Sahanau bhunaktu" he said as he plunged his cock deep into her cunt, "Saha viiryan karavaavahai" he hummed as he pulled his dick out, "Tejasvi naavadhiitamastu" he said as he pushed it back in, and "Maa vidvishhaavahai," as he pulled it back out.

"Oh Swami Master!" Candy loudly exclaimed, her head feeling faint, her legs feeling weak, her mind so very confused, wondering how she could possibly maintain Adho Mukha Svanasana when the staff of knowledge was thrusting in and out of her cunt, nor did it help that her breasts were now slapping against her face with each inward plunge of the Swami's staff, further upsetting her balance.

The Swami though helped Candy maintain her balance by grasping her perky bottom cheeks with his hands, but also taking that opportunity to spread them open so he could see better down inside that personal, intimate valley. "Candy, yes, open yourself up, reveal your inner self," he instructed as he contemplated Candy's rosebud.

Candy didn't know what he meant. It was not really an opportune time for her to contemplate much of anything, other than the here and now, her immediate being, but she did feel that she was already pretty darned opened up, through which the Swami was now thrusting, plunging, and driving his cock.

But, not surprisingly, she quickly learned that she could open further, as her Master plunged a finger down into her butt hole, now driving a finger in and out of her butt, as his dick did likewise to her cunt, at times popping his finger out like a cork, briefly leaving her ass hole gaping, thereby indeed opening herself even further, revealing that deep, dark, inner self.

The Swami could feel himself getting very close to exploding his load and he pumped and thrust Candy's cunt even more fervently, more frenetically.

Candy's pussy began to quiver. She could feel herself getting there, but she wasn't sure exactly where that was. Was it enlightenment? She returned her master's thrusts with her own, gyrating her hips and grinding her cunt against his cock.

The Swami said, revealing a bit of breathlessness, "Child, I will now reveal for you one final demonstration of mystical enlightenment."

"Oh Swami," Candy gasped. She wasn't sure that she could handle much more truth than this.

"You must receive the elixir from the vesicles of wisdom."

"Oh, yes," Candy moaned, feeling her heart racing, her body trembling. She really didn't think she could keep her balance, her wits, much longer. "Yes, yes, please give it to me."

With a loud slushing noise, the Swami wrenched his cock from Candy's cunt. "Turn and face me, child, and receive the elixir."

Candy groaned with frustration, bemoaning the loss of the cock within her cunt. She had been so, so close, but apparently that would not be her enlightenment and, of course, it shouldn't be. That would just be an orgasm. She was about to receive much, much more and she gladly shifted her body around to receive her ablution.

But, when she faced the Swami all she saw was his cock, which looked on the verge of erupting. The head looked so brightly purple, so inflamed. She asked with some incredulity, some doubt, "You're going to cum on my face?"

"Oh no, no, Candy, I will not, as you so crassly describe it, 'cum on your face,'" he explained, stroking his cock with his hand to keep himself primed and pumped. "This will not be a bodily ejaculation. This will be an anointment, a sanctification, a consecration. I will feel nothing myself. I gain no pleasure from this. The pleasure will be all yours, the enlightenment will all be yours," he instructed, as he aimed his cock at her innocent, concerned eyes. "Here now, receive it," he gasped as his dick ejaculated its load.

Candy closed her eyes, rested her hands on her knees, and tilted back her head, her face, to more fully receive the anointment of the Swami's potion.

The first wad splatted right on the tip of her nose. If there was one thing the Swami was good at it was bodily control, and aim. In fact, he let go of his cock to simply watch it jerk and twitch as it fired round after round of sticky wet slop all over the girl's face. It was like it had a mind of its own, and one that recognized the importance of providing an even distribution of sperm.

Candy gasped, "Oh yes, yes, I feel it, Mr. Swami, it's everywhere!"

"It's everything," the Swami gasped through the climax sweeping and coursing through his body. "It's the totality...the wonder...the truth," he ejaculated, after each ejaculation of cum was released onto the girl's face.

"I'm one with the world!" Candy squealed as she felt her face becoming so thoroughly drenched and swamped with the Swami's elixir. It felt so warm, so inundating, so fulfilling. It seemed terribly close to having a guy cum all over her face, but she knew it was much more than just that, and she basked in the delight, the pleasure of feeling her face so thoroughly drenched, doused, and plastered.

The Swami enjoyed it as well. Candy was such a pretty girl, with her rosy red cheeks, perky little nose, sultry blue eyes, and pursed red lips, all of which was now being splattered with globs and ropes of cum, which made her appear even more wonderfully enchanting and engaging. She was even smiling blissfully through the rain of cum, clearly so very delighted in being awash with his sloppy, sticky spunk.

When the Swami appeared to be finished Candy sighed with deep pleasure, and satisfaction. One particularly big glob of potion was right on the tip of her lips, like it was kissing her. She slipped her tongue out and brought it inside. It sure did taste like a guy's cum. Well then, all the better.

She reached up with a hand to scoop some of it away, particularly the stuff that was covering her left eye.

"Oh no, no, my dear," the Swami intoned. "You mustn't disturb it. For its true benefit you must let it naturally dissipate on its own. It is really very prophylactic and medicinal. You will not be ill for many days."

"Oh, my, well, okay...I guess," Candy responded, feeling a little funny about that. She imagined that the Swami's elixir might also look quite a bit like a man's cum and she wasn't so sure about wearing anything like that out in public.

Plus, it was rather difficult getting her clothes back on with the stuff all over her face, at times dripping down onto a boob, then a brassiere, and then her dress. She at least was able to comfortably open her right eye. That did help quite a bit.

The Swami though was not himself particularly helpful. He had resumed his lotus position, resuming his meditation. Candy found the way he seemed to be staring at her quite disconcerting. It was like she was dressing but he was mentally trying to undress her at the same time, fighting her every move. But, that, of course, was just silly as he had just seen her completely undressed and, besides, he just wasn't interested in things like that.

When she was ready to go she asked, much of his cum still plastered across her face, "Um, well, is that it? I mean, well, should I, can I, come back for more lessons?"

The Swami smiled reassuringly. "Of course, my dear, but next time please bring donation, twenty-five percent of your salary would be nice, just twenty-five percent."

Twenty-five percent was not very much. That would still leave her with, um, 75%. That was way more than half of it. However, there was a problem. "But, I don't have a job, Mr. Swami."

The Swami looked surprised, and concerned. "No job?! No job?!" He exclaimed in his exaggerated Indian accent. "Oh, my goodness, dear, you must generate an income." He got up from his position, donned his robe, and led her back into the waiting room. "Yes, my dear, spiritual enlightenment isn't a free lunch. Great sacrifices must be made."

"But can't you rise above material needs?"

"Candy, please, look at this place. It's a dump!"

'He did have a point there,' Candy thought. She had noticed how run down the place was when she had first entered, and with just the spiritual enlightenment she had received that morning she could see it was even worse than she had first perceived. There was even cracks in the wall, the plant in the corner was actually beyond needing some water, and the carpeting was terribly stained as well as worn.

"We are clearly living outside of material want, but unfortunately somebody else owns this office and we have to pay rent. So, I must regretfully say that future sessions will require a small donation."

"Well, I'll sure try, Mr. Swami," Candy boldly exclaimed. "Honest I will." When she had left home that morning it had in fact been her intention to find gainful employment, so it wasn't like she was being asked to do something she wasn't already going to do anyway. In fact, she now had an even more important reason to find a job. She left the Lalai Dama headquarters with renewed confidence and resolve.

Candy did get a few looks, even some stares. She didn't mind. She considered them to be displays of wonder, perhaps even jealousy. They could see that she was on the path of enlightenment. It was literally painted on her face. She walked with her chin up, her chest out, her breasts thrust forward, and the Swami's cum dripping down off a cheek.

NURSE

Candy decided that perhaps she could be a nurse. Being a nurse was a very noble profession, and she did enjoy helping others. Well, at least if it wasn't too strenuous and you didn't have to touch any rashes or infections. That would be pretty gross. But, helping a nice old man with his dinner, or a handsome young man with his cast, sounded really quite gratifying. Yes, she would like to be a nurse.

She quickly learned though at Racine General Hospital that nurses had to have a college education.

"Oh, well, that's kind of a problem," Candy reluctantly acknowledged. She just barely made it out of high school. College seemed to be something totally beyond her capacity. Even a two-year Associate's Degree was probably asking way too much. Plus, that would be putting off developing any income for Swami Ramadadamann, or whatever his name was. She couldn't recall precisely.

"But," the Racine Personnel Director, Mr. Dunlap, suggested, "you could be a candy striper."

"A candy striper?"

"Yes, yes, a very benevolent and charitable avocation that can become a stepping stone toward a permanent position."

"Well, golly," Candy exclaimed, "that sounds perfect!" Stepping stones are not really that difficult at all and, well, she clearly did have the right name for the job. The Swami did speak of fate and destiny, and being a Candy Striper must surely be Candy's.

She didn't really understand though why it was called candy striper until she was provided her uniform, which was a red and white striped jumper, just like a candy cane. Her dad had said that he had in fact named her after the candy cane, as she was so sweet and so pink. "Here, change into this," Mr. Dunlap instructed, as he handed her the uniform.

"Well, certainly, Mr. Dunlap," Candy complied, looking around for a changing room, or at least waiting for Mr. Dunlap to provide her with some privacy.

But, he didn't seem to be intending on going anywhere. He just stood there, patiently smiling, not seeming to appreciate or understand the awkwardness of the situation, at least for her.

"Um, Mr. Dunlap, do you want me to change right here. Like, right now?"

The Personnel Director smiled with a paternal understanding. "Don't worry, Candy. Please, at a hospital we see half-dressed and completely undressed persons day in and day out. It is really something that you will soon get comfortable with."

"Oh yes, certainly sir, certainly." She berated herself for being so unprofessional, and it was just her first day on the job! She immediately began to undress, although averting her eyes from Mr. Dunlap.

Mr. Dunlap's smile broadened and his dick swelled as the young lady removed her blouse and skirt. Candy was wearing pink bikini panties and a pink, deep cleavage, push-up brassiere, both quite lacy. The brassiere and panties even had matching little yellow bows. Mr. Dunlap couldn't recall ever seeing a prettier, sexier candy striper, and he had observed quite a few in his time. He certainly hadn't seen one with as large of breasts as Candy. Mr. Dunlap has been Personnel Director for Racine General Hospital for quite a number of years, and he had learned to trust his instincts when it came to young talent. Right now, his instincts were churning, along with his cock swelling.

Candy felt the instinctive desire to cover herself with her hands but she resisted. She didn't want to embarrass herself by acting so unprofessional. Her transcendental experiences with Mr. Swami did helped somewhat to diminish some of her silly social insecurities, but she certainly hoped that Mr. Dunlap didn't notice how deeply she was blushing.

He didn't, as his attention was fully spent on the eye-catching size and shape of this young lady's breasts. He hadn't seen a nurse with breasts as large as these, let alone a candy striper. His dick was now straining in his pants, but he made no effort to hide it.

Candy did not immediately notice Mr. Dunlap's erection as she was keeping her eyes averted. Perhaps if she didn't pay much attention to him gawking at her, then she wouldn't be so troubled by it.

Mr. Dunlap, though, was not particularly helpful in that regard. He boldly observed, "Candy, I believe that you have among the largest breasts I have ever seen on a candy striper."

"Oh!" Candy hesitated putting on the jumper. She knew, of course, that it was probably true, but not too many guys were ever that forthright or forward in their acknowledgment of their size. Hardly anyone ever said anything about it. But, perhaps she shouldn't be so surprised at someone within the medical profession doing so. You probably had to be pretty comfortable talking about bodies in a hospital. "Well, um, is that a problem?" She sure hoped it wouldn't be, as she would hate to have to get a breast reduction.

"No, no, not at all, Candy," Mr. Dunlap reassured her. "Breasts, of course, are the part of a woman's body that provides nourishment to babes, and warm, soothing comfort to children. I sometimes wonder if the larger a woman's breasts, the better nurse she is likely to be. A nurse's primary responsibility is to provide warmth and comfort."

Candy smiled broadly. "Golly, Mr. Dunlap, I never thought about it that way, sir."

"Well, it's one of my personal theories as Personnel Director. I am really quite fascinated by the topic of somatypes and social, occupational functioning."

"What?"

Mr. Dunlap continued, "I am considering doing some research on it, here at the hospital. You know, measure nurses' breast sizes and correlate them with their supervisor ratings. I'll probably be able to get it published in a scientific journal."

Candy momentarily forgot that she was standing in front of him, dressed only in her brassiere and panties, her humongous breasts jutting out in front of her, her panties clinging tightly to her mound, her striped jumper hanging by her hand, forgotten. "Wow! Science? Golly, I've never been close to a scientist before, and I certainly never imagined being in a real scientific experiment."

"Well, here, let me get a feel for yours, Candy," Mr. Dunlap suggested. He did certainly want to accommodate the girl, longing so much to be in a scientific study. He stepped up to her and grasped each of her breasts in his hands, marveling at their fullness, their roundness, their softness.

"Oh my goodness, Mr. Dunlap," Candy exclaimed, flinching at the sudden and rather indelicate clutching and squeezing of her boobs. "Couldn't you perhaps just look at the size that's on my strap?"

"Oh, no, no, my dear, a good scientist doesn't delegate his data collection to methodological artifacts. He must make his observations firsthand, and often by hand."

"Oh, yes, of course," Candy replied. That made good sense, she thought. Well, he was indeed thoroughly studying, measuring, and configuring her breasts with his hands, even seeming to explore, squeeze, and paw them like a horny adolescent boy.

"Yes, yes," Mr. Dunlap whispered, to no one in particular, "these will most certainly provide warmth and comfort," stepping in even closer to bury his face in their comforting warmth.

Candy even felt him pressing his erection up against her abdomen. She suddenly pushed him away. "Mr. Dunlap, please!"

Mr. Dunlap acted surprised and confused. "Candy, goodness, what is the matter?"

"Mr. Dunlap, sir," she said, pointing to what should be a source of embarrassment for him. "You have well, um," she wasn't at all sure what the medical terminology would be, "a stiffy, sir." As soon as she said it, she regretted it. She knew the right answer was 'erection.' It was just like when she was in high school, always trusting her first impression, the first thought that came into her mind. If only she could just get herself to think things through more carefully; at least wait for the second thought. It couldn't be any worse. "Isn't that kind of, like, well, unprofessional?"

Mr. Dunlap looked down at his erection, and shrugged. He turned his attention back to Candy. "This is a problem for you?"

"Well, golly, sir, I'm an employee, and you're my boss, and everything. You shouldn't be showing me erections and everything." She was happy that she did at least get it right this time.

Mr. Dunlap again smiled knowingly and patiently. "Candy, we are in a hospital. Natural bodily functions and reactions are fully accepted here. We are all members of the medical profession. We must never react with shock or aversion at something so natural as the male reaction to the half-naked female body."

Well, that was a pretty darned good point, and Candy now felt dismayed at her apparent difficulty with the Personnel Director's erection. Perhaps she didn't have the attributes necessary to become a successful nurse. She would hate to think that. She did at least have the right name and breasts. If only she could learn to be more professional herself. "I'm sorry, sir. You know, I've only been on the job for just a few minutes. I guess I've got a lot to learn."




The Further Adventures of Candy



"Well, I imagine you do, Candy," Mr. Dunlap replied, this time with a bit of evident impatience in his voice. "I imagine you do."

"I do have very large bosoms though, don't I, Mr. Dunlap," reminding him of her most special attribute.

"Yes, yes, you do." He would have to give her that point. Still, perhaps she didn't have what it takes to be a real nurse. He unceremoniously unzipped his pants and extracted his erect cock.

Candy's eyes opened wide. She hadn't been expecting that!

"Here," Mr. Dunlap explained, "let me see if I can help you out with this."

"You're going to help me with that?" Candy responded incredulously, her eyes glued to the man's naked erect cock. It wasn't a particularly impressive one, but it was nevertheless sticking right out there from his pants, rather incongruously so. It did seem to have a very juicy looking crown: so red, shiny, and swollen. But, how was he in fact planning on helping her with his penis sticking out like that. Actually, she wasn't too sure if she wanted that kind of help.

"Put your hand on it, Candy," Mr. Dunlap offered. "You'll get used to it after awhile."

"Oh." Candy looked at it for a bit, and then looked around the room, and at the door. Was it locked? Actually it was. She remembered Mr. Dunlap turning the latch after they entered the room. "Well, okay, for just a little bit, maybe" she acquiesced, the apprehension evident in her voice. She reached out cautiously and timidly, grasping the shaft in her hand, wrapping her fingers around it.

"There you go, Candy," Mr. Dunlap said reassuringly. "Now, that's not so bad, is it, girl?"

"No sir, no sir," she replied. It wasn't so bad. It didn't feel quite right or anything like that, but she couldn't say it felt bad. She could in fact feel her heart racing in her chest, the blood flowing into her thighs, as she gently slid her fingers up and down his shaft, watching his foreskin slide on and off the shiny crown.

"Yes, that's doing a good job, Candy," he groaned, "that's being a very good nurse."

"Really, sir?"

"Oh yes, yes, dear," Mr. Dunlap gasped, "You're demonstrating a real professionalism."

"Oh, my goodness, that's wonderful, Mr. Dunlap." She felt so reassured. She had been worried there for awhile. She continued to stroke Mr. Dunlap's cock.

He brought his arm around Candy's waist and pulled her, and one of her breasts, more tightly against him, bringing the other hand up to resume his measurements. This girl's breasts were so darned impressive, so full to the hand. It was like trying to grab hold of a big beach ball, albeit one considerably lacy, soft, and sexy. And, her hand felt so good on his cock, real professional like, if that profession was being a working woman.

"Do nurses do this a lot for their patients?" Candy inquired, squeezing a bit more tightly on his shaft, sighing with pleasure at the feel of the man's hand caressing and squeezing her breast.

"Only the really special nurses, Candy, only the most skilled and professional."

"Golly," Candy responded. That was pretty neat to hear. She smiled and began to stroke the Personnel Director more urgently, more aggressively. She felt she was pretty good at giving hand jobs. She wondered if they taught that at junior college nursing school.

"Oh yes, girl," Mr. Dunlap replied, "yes, yes, that's excellent, Candy. You're going to be an outstanding nurse someday."

"Oh, Mr. Dunlap, that would be so wonderful!" She used her other hand to bring his face into the cleavage of her breasts, letting him bask in the warmth and comfort of her full nurse's bosoms. Well, not really a nurse's bosoms yet. She was still only a candy striper, but she would become a real live nurse someday. Mr. Dunlap was confident about that, and her dad would be so, so proud.

Mr. Dunlap breathed in the scent of the young lady's bosom. He could tell that she must spritz a bit of perfume there each morning, as the scent was quite strong, wonderful, and intoxicating. He breathed it in deeply and snuggled his face in the soft, cushiony valley of Candy's full breasts.

They remained quiet for a bit, listening only to the rather loud and certainly lewd noise of Candy's hand jerking off the man's cock, the moist foreskin sliding on and off the crown.

"Oh, Candy," Mr. Dunlap finally gasped, feeling himself getting ready to cum and then suddenly groaned as he felt his cock jerk and spit in Candy's hand, splashing a big glob of cum right onto the front of Candy's pink panties.

"Oh my goodness, Mr. Dunlap!" Candy squealed, a bit shocked. It wasn't that she was surprised that he was ejaculating. She knew he would do that eventually. It seemed rather inevitable. But, she was a bit surprised that it was so soon, and she was completely taken by surprise that he was squirting and spurting his stuff all over the front of her panties.

"Yes, Candy, just let it happen," he gasped, "receive it, receive it like a good nurse."

"Oh yes sir!" Candy replied cooperatively, and continued to jerk his cock as it gushed wad after wad onto her panties, the pink lace quickly filling in with sticky white globs of male cream.

Mr. Dunlap did not pull away from the girl's breasts to watch the sight. He was sorely tempted. He knew he must be unleashing his load onto the girl. He had occasionally felt her panties as she was jerking him off. But there was no way he was going to release his face from the comfort of that deliciously perfumed, soft, deep cleavage. He lightly kissed her breasts as he felt himself finish the final squirts, lost in the blissful state of a very wonderful orgasm.

When he was done he stayed there a bit, and then finally pulled away to see the damage that was done. It wasn't too bad. Well, actually, the front of the girl's panties were pretty darned soaked, but very little of it had gotten onto his carpeting. "You might want to get out of those, girl," he suggested. "We wouldn't want you to catch a cold in a hospital, would we?"

"Oh, no sir," Candy replied. That would indeed be quite wrong, and odd. The wealth of cum on her panties was a bit uncomfortable, as well as disconcerting. It did smell nice though. She did like the smell of a man's cum. But, she didn't think it would be good to be dripping it all over the hospital floor all day. That would hardly be sanitary, would it?

She pulled off her cum soaked panties.

"Here, let me hold onto them," Mr. Dunlap offered. "You can pick them up at the end of the day."

"Oh, yes, well, alright sir, if you think that's best," she replied, handing over her panties to Mr. Dunlap. She kind of thought that it might be best to just hang them in her locker, but then she noticed that, of course, there was no locker in Mr. Dunlap's office. Well, maybe he was planning on getting them cleaned. That would be real nice of him.

Mr. Dunlap briefly admired Candy's delicate pale slit. It was really quite feminine and fetching. He wondered if perhaps he might offer her a free physical. Hospitals do often do that for their employees. He wasn't a doctor, but he knew lots of doctors. Well, maybe at the end of the day. He would need some time to regain his strength and vigor to perform a really proper physical.

As Candy put on the candy striper uniform she noticed that the top was a bit tight. This was always a problem for her. Mr. Dunlap said that it would just have to do, until they special ordered a jumper that would better fit her. She did though like the red and white striped thigh high stockings with double red and green bow and candy cane applique. They were really quite cute.

Candy spent the rest of the day working real hard, trying to impress all the doctors and comfort all the patients. The doctors, at least the male ones, did appear to value her presence. Some of the nurses though seemed to give her funny looks. Candy attributed that to professional jealousy, give that her breasts were apparently the biggest in the hospital. This was frankly not the first time Candy experience a bit of jealousy from other girls. Mr. Dunlap had in fact advised her to just steer clear of the nurses for while. He suggested that she just look like she was knew what she was doing and offer warmth and comfort to any patient who might appear to need it.

Candy first proceeded to the broken bones ward, or what Mr. Dunlap called the orthopedic unit. She much preferred that over any of the places where the patients were sick or ill. She certainly didn't want to catch anything. Her first choice was a rather good looking young man, Jim Stevens. He was in the hospital for a broken leg and arm. He appeared to be very upset. He was young, but still older than Candy. He was twenty, and on a college football team. Candy was very impressed with that. But she hated to see how upset and concerned he was.

"Hello, Jimmy," she greeted him with considerable gaiety, "I'm Candy, the candy striper!"

Well, she was indeed a bright shining light on an otherwise very gloomy day. Her presence did at least bring a half-grin to his face.

Candy could see that he was apparently quite down in the dumps, as normally a boy's eyes lit up much brighter than that when she provided him with her chipper greeting. "What's wrong, Jimmy. Your leg and arm will be fine. The doctors are real good here." She had no basis for saying that, but she knew instinctively that a nurse should be comforting and reassuring. Plus, how difficult is it really to fix a broken brone?

Jim explained, "Candy, I'm on the football team," he explained, "and this break wrecks my entire junior season. It could ruin my career!" What immediate benefit had been provided by her arrival was now lost as he again contemplated his situation, his setback.

"Oh, my goodness, that is terrible!" Candy agreed. Goodness, what if she broke something and had her career disappear. She would feel so bad. Of course, she didn't really know what her career would be. She guessed she would have to break her breasts, given that she was planning on being a nurse, and breasts don't really ever get broken, do they? She looked down at them. You never really appreciate something until you notice that it could be gone. She looked back at Jim, "Well, I guess you need some warmth and comfort, don't you."

"Heh, what? Yea, I s'pose," not at all sure what she was referring to. He watched as Candy drew the curtain fully around the bed. His eyes followed the girl's luscious body. A candy striper's uniform is really quite fetching. It conveyed such youth, such innocence, yet also a willingness to be playful, to serve. And, in Candy's case all the pleasures of the uniform were magnified well out of proportion by the disproportionate size of her humongous breasts that just seemed like they would burst open the uniform. They were certainly bulging out the sides of the jumper.

As he watched the girl draw the curtain, Candy smiled quite flirtatiously, quite knowingly at the young man.

He found himself developing an erection, which is really quite difficult to conceal when in a hospital bed. A hospital gown and thin blanket provide so little protection, and he wasn't wearing any underwear. His nurse quite diplomatically suggested he go without, as it would be difficult enough to take care of business with just his left hand. Well, he was at least glad that something still worked. He did though shift his left hand to his crotch, to make sure the pretty girl didn't notice.

Candy eventually got the curtain entirely closed, providing them with complete privacy, at least with respect to anyone's eyes. There were three other persons in the room so she would have to be quite quiet. She approached the bed, her eyes remaining fixed on his as she pulled the red and white straps of her uniform off her shoulders.

"Candy!" Jim whispered, "My goodness, what are you doing?"

"Shhhh," Candy admonished, a mischievous grin on her face, her two middle teeth peeking out so cutely from her slightly parted lips. She slid onto the bed beside him, and pulled the front of her jumper down to her waist, smiling sweetly at him as she began to unbutton her white blouse.

Jim though was still quite apprehensive, to say the least. "Wait, wait, girl," he whispered desperately, "like, I mean, how old are you?" He didn't know if there was a minimal age for candy stripers, and he wouldn't be surprised if it was under eighteen.

Candy playfully teased him by tapping a finger on his nose while she continued to undo her blouse with her other hand. "I'm eighteen, silly. Don't you worry about that."

She didn't look eighteen, at least not in that uniform. But, as her breasts came into view she certainly didn't look like a young girl. He could tell that they were large, but he didn't really fully appreciate them until she opened up her blouse and revealed to his eyes her pink, deep cleavage, lacy push-up brassiere. His eyes barely noticed the little yellow bow. He switched from trying to hide his cock to using his left hand to squeeze it.

She leaned over, pressing her full round soft breasts into his face, asking, "Would you please reach behind me and undo the clasp?"

She perhaps didn't appreciate that he would have to do it with only his left hand, and he wasn't even left-handed. It was a bit of a struggle, but the struggling was also kind of fun. It caused her to rub, press, and wiggle her breasts against his face. A couple of times he almost felt like he was being smothered, but it would probably be a pretty wonderful way to go.

He was eventually successful and once the strap was undone Candy sat back up and released her breasts from their cups.

"Oh my gosh," Jim gasped. They were indeed quite huge, seeming even more so now that they were towering over his face in their naked splendor, just inches from his eyes. He didn't know if he wanted to return his hand to his cock or grasp hold of one of them. It was a really difficult decision: cock or boob. If you have only one hand, which gets priority?

Candy though made the decision for him. Patients should, after all, leave the treatment decisions to their nurse, if not their doctor. "Here, Jimmy," Candy said softly, "you need some warmth and comfort." She brought the nipple of a breast to his mouth, encouraging him to suck, to suckle, on his candy striper's healing, soothing breast. She might just be a candy striper, but she could nurse a patient with the best of them.

Jim took to the treatment with considerable enthusiasm, for the moment forgetting all about his plight, the potential loss of his career, all replaced by the warmth and comfort of Candy's breast, and her perky stiff nipple. Jim suckled on her like a babe, or more like a boy in heat.

When he became a bit noisy Candy softly admonished him. The sound of a person suckling on a breast can be rather distinctive, even in a hospital.

Jim eased up a bit, spending more time massaging her nip with his lips, nibbling on them, pinching them with his teeth.

Candy giggled, and sighed with pleasure, risking as well getting detected. She occasionally shifted his lips to the other breast, not wanting either one to feel left out, repeatedly switching his lips from one boob to the other. They both wanted to take part in the healing, to feel equally responsible for the care of her patient. She smiled proudly as she watched her patient nurse on her breasts.

Jim's hand was squeezing and stroking his cock through the thin blanket, and even thinner gown, no longer worrying about any cost or consequence that might occur if he shot his load off, staining them both.

Candy though, ever the responsible candy striper, noticed his arm and hand movements. "Silly boy," she whispered. "That's nurse's work." She reached down and removed his hand from his cock, temporally removing her nipple from his lips. She sat back up, her mighty breasts jiggling and shaking with her movement. Large ones do jiggle quite a bit.

Jim admired how her stiff nipples were now glistening with moisture.

Candy got off the bed and pulled the blanket down off his chest, down past his waist, always keeping her sultry blue eyes fixed on his. "Lift up your bottom," she whispered.

His eyes were fixed on her bobbling boobs as he did as his nurse instructed, lifting up his bottom so that Candy could pull his gown up, but it might not have been really necessary, as the hospital gown didn't have a back to it. He really hated that. It was so demeaning, so embarrassing to walk around clutching the back of his gown to keep his naked butt hidden. But, treating a patient with respect wasn't always the priority of a hospital.

Candy though was treating the young man with considerable respect, or at least consideration. Once he raised up his bottom she pulled up the gown to reveal to the harsh light of the ward his fully stiff and swollen cock. It was then Candy's turn to have her eyes widen in delight. Jim Stevens had a very, very big cock; like really large. Candy, quite honestly, wasn't sure if she had ever seen one that big before. "My goodness, Jimmy," she whispered, "I don't think I've ever seen one this big." She momentarily forgot her clinical treatment to just sit and admire its length, its girth, its shiny and swollen manly glory.

Jim smiled and swelled with pride. He knew he was big. Other girls had said that too. One even seemed to be a bit afraid of it, refusing to let him put it inside, concerned that he might in fact tear her. But, he was never told this by a member of the medical profession. That carried a lot of authority and credibility. Of course, Candy was only a candy striper, but in her nursing ministrations she had probably seen quite a few.

Candy wondered if all football players were this big. They did have to be big and strong to play football. Maybe all that working out, all that muscle development and growth hormones, go to their cocks as well. She would have to ask a doctor about that. Well, no matter the reason, this one was terribly, terribly impressive, even frankly a little scary. 

She quickly though regained her composure and returned to her nursing duties. She couldn't take forever doing this. She had many other patients to see. She brought her breast back to the young man's lips, offering her nipple to again be nursed and suckled, while she now softly stroked his stiff cock, finding that her little hand seemed to just barely encircle the shaft. She whispered into the young man's ear as she stroked him, "I just love your cock, Jimmy. It's so hard, so stiff, so thick. I just wish I could put it inside me. It would feel so, so good."

Jim squirmed in the bed as the pretty young candy striper worked on his cock, whispering obscenely into his ear how she wanted to fuck him so very, very much. He momentarily released his lips from a nipple to gasp plaintively, "Candy, please." It really wasn't too clear what he was pleading for. He certainly wasn't pleading for her to stop, but it was indeed a rather torturous treatment, his lustful desire to indeed fuck her climbing higher and higher.

"That's a good boy," Candy whispered, "you just let nurse Candy take care of you. You will be all better soon," and perhaps very soon.

Jim increased the intensity of his sucking, licking, and biting, forgetting about the risk of getting caught.

Candy continued to whisper in her soft girlish voice, "Do you have lots and lots of manly cream for nurse Candy? She is so very terribly thirsty. She hasn't had anything to drink all day. She needs her nourishment too, you know. Be a good boy and gave her some real big juicy squirts, won't you, Jimmy?"

"Yes," he suddenly gasped, momentarily pulling away from her breast to gasp the announcement, the warning.

Candy quickly pulled her breasts away to pounce on the impending explosion. She could feel it suddenly swelling further in her hand, jerking a bit to the left, and she opened her mouth up as wide as it could possibly go and plunged her face down onto his cock, swallowing it deep into her mouth before any of his cum could get onto his gown or blanket.