Chapter 446: Bumps, Bruised, Abrasions

Bumpy doesn’t bother me, but the two kids next to me are finding it bothering them.

The first few bumps jostled the boy and girl enough that they both moaned out in pain. I looked at the girl’s face as she started squeezing my hand as the bumps rocked the transport around. I could see her body tensing up and then watched her eyes roll back in her head. I would have gotten worried if I hadn’t seen her butt jiggling away in a way that didn’t follow the bouncing caused by the road. I heard her let out a long moan and then sigh, but quiet enough that the others didn’t notice. I saw her grin form on her face as her eyes locked on mine, and she squeezed my hand gently now. On the hour-long, or maybe longer, ride to the nearest hospital, I watched her face each time she came. I know the boy busted his nut at least twice from the look on her face. He recovered quickly to start getting her off again.

I used the place in my head to not see half of their bodies, vertically down the middle down along their spines, closest to me. His dick wasn’t all that thick, but he was maybe six inches long when fully hard, which he was right now because he was firing his third load into her on this trip. Even as he softened, he had three inches in her. Right now, we were on a relatively smooth section of road but I saw that he wasn’t going to stay limp for long. This girl may have been a virgin, but she knew how to work her pussy muscles to stroke up and down along his dick to get him hard again quickly. I soon found that her calves and feet may still have the muscles locked, her thigh and hip muscles weren’t.

It is interesting to see people having sex with half their bodies removed.

The girl was looking at me as she noticed I saw her hips rocking. With her pelvic muscles and the angle that she could get without moving the stick in their shoulders, I saw her cock her hip to have his dick head push against her g-spot going inside. She would then grind her clit on his pubic bone before pulling back out. For her first time with a dick inside her, she had this down. They were too far gone to notice that we had pulled up to the hospital. The paramedics were getting the other stretcher unlocked when the girl came first, and then the boy.

Since the sheet had fallen off, all the others got to see them finish.

Both paramedics, the man with the broken ankle and the youngest of the other three, clapped.

The youngest added, “Now that is a hell of a way to lose your virginity, Grant. Way to go, big brother. Since you jack off non-stop, how many times did you get off on the ride? I heard at least three.”

“Really, Carmen?” he asked. “I have a stick through my shoulder, and her calves are locked up. It isn’t like we have a choice about it happening.”

“Way to make me feel like you care there, Grant. It was your idea that we go sneak off when they said a big storm could happen anytime. You bug me all summer long to pop our cherries together. I wasn’t the one that got hard when they put us on the stretcher or who kept thrusting up into me to get me wet again. I guess it is no point bitching now that you didn’t tell me you were almost there the first time to keep from cumming inside me. Five loads of your cum in me for nearly two hours now is sure to get me pregnant, and the timing is right,” She told Grant.

I looked inside them both to see that, yes, the timing was right, but the lightning strike near them fried his sperm before they made it to their goal.

She is trying to act like it is no problem, but I can see she is freaking out.

While they took the other four in, I moved as close to the girl and whispered, so only she could hear me, “You should ask for emergency contraceptive and ask if they would put in the copper IUD for that purpose if the doctor that checks you down there thinks it you would do ok with that. You can talk to your parents about it after you get all healed up.”

“I want you there before I talk to the doctors about what to do about that, ok? I trust you not to tell my parents what I did if I did anything. I’m scared,” she whispered back.

They pulled them out first and then me. When I provided the insurance people with my black card to cover my ER visit, they wanted to upgrade me to better care in a private room. I explained that the girl connected to the boy in two different ways was scared and wanted me to be close.

They could put all charges for everyone who came here from camp to get you what you want.

When the kids and I both returned from getting CT scans, which I don’t think was necessary for the boy and girl, we both ended up in the same private ER suite. Their scan showed that the branch going through her shoulder was a clean puncture. She had been sitting up riding the boy when it went through her shoulder, but the force slammed her forward, and it went into the guy’s shoulder. Like a barbed fishhook, the places where smaller sticks come off the main branch kept it from coming back out. When she fell forward, it drove all of that into Grant’s shoulder. Part of it broke off inside him. To get them apart, they did like they would a fishhook. The doctors removed the part of the stick just above the girl’s back and lifted her enough to get between the two to cut it so they could separate Grant and the girl. She had gotten a shot in both legs that relaxed her calves. They lifted the girl from Grant to put her on a waiting stretcher. They took Grant off in a hurry because that bit of movement caused him to start bleeding noticeably.

The doctors told us that since the girl wasn’t bleeding, she would wait until they got Grant’s stick removed and cleaned up before taking her into surgery. The hospital only had three operating rooms, and they were worried that there might be more urgent needs for them with the others as they got to them.

“Damn, this thing hurts. It was fine until the nurses pulled us apart. I don’t have much for tits, but they were providing some cushioning,” she told me. “Oh, my name is Lily. We haven’t met, but I know your name is David, and you are the best guy in camp to have around if something terrible happens or you need someone to hold you. Could you hold me right now?”

I laughed and told her, “Probably not the best idea for me to hold you right now. We’re both naked, and you’re a bit messy. Oh, you also have a stick in your shoulder.”

She reached down between her legs. Her fingers came up with a creamy mess tinged with a bit of blood.

“Well, that kicked the elephant in the room,” a lady doctor came in to say. “About that. I have to ask if planned that to happen?”

Lily took a minute before answering, “Popping my cherry yes, as was having sex. He was supposed to let me know that he was about to cum so I could pull off him. Having a stick go through my shoulder or lightning hit close enough to lock my feet under his legs, not so much. We couldn’t pull apart after that, and he got off twice while they were getting us to the ambulance, so I enjoyed the ride here, and so did he.”

“You don’t appear to mind talking in front of this man, so when was your last period, Lily?” the doctor asked.

“About two weeks ago. I didn’t want to freak Grant out due to being connected at both ends, but I’m pretty sure I ovulated while we waited on help to find us, and then again right after the last time he came in me in the ambulance. I’m regular as clockwork, though I sometimes ovulate twice a day for two days. It feels like someone is punching me in the stomach. My mom, aunts, and sisters all had this until they were around twenty, so that isn’t abnormal for my family,” Lily said. “I don’t want to be pregnant. I was stupid and horny, or he wouldn’t have gotten my cherry until twelve days from now when I start lightly spotting.”

A nurse gave Lily something to put her to sleep to have her ready to go into the operating room as soon as Grant finished.

I asked the lady doctor, as in gynecologist, “I know Grant is going to be a while, so I will assume you had her put out to check her for vaginal damage. She needs an emergency contraceptive for the unplanned two hours of sex. Grant is a good kid and would have told her in time for her to dismount, not that would have mattered given she had pre-planned for a long ride and made efforts to ensure that is what she got. It is up to you, but if it is safe, could I suggest a copper IUD? You are going to be in there anyway. She found the ride over here very pleasant, even with a stick through her shoulder, so I expect she won’t fight her hormones all that hard in the future.”

“How would a man barely old enough to be considered an adult know about birth control or emergency contraceptives?” she asked, giving me a dirty look.

I turned on my side enough to hold up my seven limp inches.

“It doesn’t matter much as an IUD would require a parent or guardian’s permission,” she told me.

“Well, Lily is in luck then,” I told her. “I happen to be a foster care provider with permission to take children into my care anywhere in the United States. Check the paperwork, but I am reasonably sure that they list me as the temporary guardian for all the kids coming here from the camp.”

She did check and came back with a lot more respect in her eyes for me.

I said, “Now, it is clear she had unprotected sex that resulted in ejaculations that neither teen could prevent on the ride here. Being unconscious presently, I consider the stress of worrying about being pregnant would negatively impact her recovery from her injury. Since I am also paying for all costs for their care, I would like you to put a copper IUD inside her if it is safe for her body. Once she has recovered, she can have it removed if she wants. Just to be clear, being a nudist doesn’t mean we have sex more than if we were all dressed. Two high school kids with thousands of acres of woods and no supervision would have clothed kids naked doing what they did if that was what the two of them wanted.”

She explained that my permission wasn’t needed. Lily’s parents had called the hospital after seeing how the two kids were connected. They had asked that Lily get cleaned out and chose to have Lily get the IUD anyway. All the women on her mom’s side of her family and Lily’s sisters became heavily sexually active once they got to the point of losing their virginity. That didn’t mean the doctor wouldn’t have done it anyway because Lily was a nudist. The gynecologist was going to scrub up to be ready when Lily got in an operating room. Nurses came to roll Lily off to pre-op.

“I think you did a better job of being a pincushion in a tornado this time, David,” a doctor said as four nurses wheeled in stools and carts with things to clean me up. “How can you not be in a lot of pain? Some of those looked pretty deep on the scans but didn’t penetrate through the muscle.”

“Mental conditioning from martial arts training,” I explained.

He reached down to pull a splintered piece of a branch from my shoulder. It had a lot of blood on it.

“Ouch? Seriously, I felt pressure and a bit of stinging, but nothing that would make me grunt, hiss, or complain,” I replied.

“That one is going to need stitches,” he said.

“Probably not. I heal quickly. Just clean it out and superglue it,” I replied.

He said that was fine with him, but some may still need a few stitches. He would see once they got me cleaned up.

The nurses enjoyed talking to me about being a nudist and the foster care mini-cities as they plucked me. I must have fallen asleep because I was hearing a lot of voices that weren’t the nurses.

One summed up what was going on, “He wasn’t joking about healing quickly. The smaller objects we pulled out of his legs, back, and arms look like pinpricks now. I know I pulled out this hunk of wood from his right arm just above his armpit. I was sure he would need six to ten stitches. The patient asked to have it glued instead of stitched. I had scrubbed up to sew him up and found him like this. You saw the before pictures. He never complained of any pain, and the nurses said they had barely gotten started when he fell asleep. We ran his blood twice, and there aren’t any signs of any illegal drugs.”

“There is no sign of any drugs in his system. The patient is an example of a perfectly healthy human. Even his lipid panel is incredible. His LDL is under ten percent, and his HDL is one-twenty-seven. When they were plucking the bits of debris out of him, his heart rate never rose about forty-five, and that was when they had him turn on his side a bit to get something out of his leg,” a different doctor said, coming into my ER room.

These doctors are in the age range to get the joke.

“Pain is for the weak,” I joked. “I walked away without a mark on me from far worse. If Grant and Lily didn’t cry or scream out in pain, having a stick through their shoulders, I could handle some splinters and gravel. If I could have reached it, I would have gotten it out myself. My daughter Ellen would have dug it all out and made sure it was clean. I didn’t need to have you taking your time to take care of me. I only came to the ER to pay to make sure all the people coming here from camp got the best care possible without dealing with the insurance companies dictating what they couldn’t have done. How long was I sleeping?”

“Three hours,” a nurse said. “Sleeping like a baby with a full tummy.”

“How are Lily and Grant?” I asked.

“Grant has nineteen stitches. They had to go in and remove pieces that broke off inside him. Lily had the procedure we discussed privately. Our surgeon was able to remove the stick and bark intact. A plastic surgeon from two towns overdid his best to make Lily’s scarring as minimal as possible,” she replied. “One adult broke his ankle and cracked his leg bones, but it is nothing a cast won’t resolve. The others are just beaten black and blue by the large hailstones. Paramedics at the camp are reporting only cuts and scratches. They did say that it took seven men to manage to tie up a sixty-pound, eleven-year-old girl to keep her there.”