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THE USUAL WARNINGS: 
This is a work of fiction by a twisted mind.  If you are offended by
descriptions of natural and/or unnatural acts, or if you are underage,
don't read any further.  Also, don't try the acts described in this story
at home, unless you are really a sicko, Houdini, or fucking nuts.



The Camp Nurse

Chapter 1.  The First Day

by NightShade

1/97

Author's Note:  I hope you enjoy this story line.  This first chapter
takes a while to get going, but it does eventually.  In technical terms,
that's called plot development and generally makes a story more
interesting  The following chapters should contain more SEX (which is
what we're here for right?) but if you don't read this first one, you'll
miss the plot.



BLAM!
I heard the blast of the shotgun and my military training took over.  I
dropped my bags and hit the dirt and rolled to my right away from the
sound, taking inventory of my body for wounds as I scurried for cover
behind a slight rise in the terrain sloping up from the lake.  I had
heard the 'click-click' of another round being chambered and began to
sweat.  Even worse, I could hear the wap-wap-wap of the helicopter
receding in the clear thin air.  It was the only way out of here.

I instinctively tried to locate the threat because whoever was shooting
meant business.  Somewhere off to my left, I thought.  I couldn't see
anyone or anything from where I was so I tried to crab over a ways to get
a better angle.

BLAM!  click-click     BLAM!  click-click

This time branches fell on my back and I heard the bark of the trees
behind me being ripped away.  I was dead meat.  I started to get up very
slowly, keeping my hands in clear view over my head.  Might as well go
out like a man.

"Hold it right there, you bastard!  Where the hell do you think you're
goin'?"

It was a voice from your worst nightmare.  Shrill and angry.  PMS on
steroids.  Pitched at just that tone that made your bowels turn to water,
kind of like fingernails on a blackboard, only worse.  And this one had a
shotgun, too.

"Mernnfroong gdnr nddnf."  It's difficult to talk clearly when your mouth
is full of pine needles and moss.

"What did you say?  Speak up before I blow your head off!"

"I'm looking for the camp administrator, Janet Crandell," I said after
turning my head and spitting out the debris.

"What for?"

I don't know why, given my situation at the time, but that question got
my dander up.  (For those of you who don't know what 'dander' is, it is a
lot more comfortable to get up than something else that gets 'up' on
occasion and gets cramped in your shorts, but in certain circumstances,
like the one I was currently in, dander can be life threatening.  Clear?) 
I impulsively resisted her questioning.

"Are you Ms. Crandell?"

"No."

"Then it's really none of your business, is it?"  I started to get up.

BLAM!  click-click

She apparently didn't like my attitude.

"Stay down, you bastard."

I realized that I had heard several high pitched sounds after that last
shot, like squeals or birds.  I couldn't place the sound, but it seemed
to come from all around.  Slowly turning my head to both sides I spied
several Nikes, Reeboks and Adidas of all colors sprouting some of the
finest pairs of young tanned healthy legs I had ever seen in my 23 years.

Then came 'The Voice' again:  "Stay back, girls.  It's a MAN!"  She said
that last work like it was a dirty word.

One of the pairs of legs sassed back to her, "We KNOOOW" in typical
teenage sarcasm.  I decided I liked that kid, whoever she was.  Several
of the spectators giggled, and one or two laughed outright.

The sound of running feet preceded the arrival of the 'authorities.'

"Gertie,  what's all the shooting about.  I warned you about that."

"I got one, Miss Crandell!  I got one of those slimy no-good PRE-vert
bastards trying to sneak into the camp!"

"Where?"

"Over there."

I didn't see any of this as I was still face down in the moss, taking no
chances.

I heard or sensed someone come over to me.

"My name is Janet Crandell.  I am the administrator of this camp.  Who
are you and what do you want?" 

The questions were put forward in a very business-like manner, but in a
voice that would have melted the heart of the toughest CEO.  I also
noticed she did not ask me to get up.

"My name is Chris Mattson.  I was hired to be your camp nurse."  I
reached - very slowly - into my shirt pocket and handed her my contract.

There was dead silence for several minutes.

"May I get up, now?"  I asked after what seemed enough time for her to
have re-written the entire contract, much less read it.

Not receiving an answer, I slowly raised up.  And looked at a very
tanned, very shapely set of legs.  Not hearing a gun shot was a good
sign, and I continued to rise up passed a slight swell of feminine hips
fronting for a smallish firm tight ass covered by a pair of clinging
nylon running shorts, then a trim bare waist highlighted by one of the
most perfect navels God ever created, then onto a set of moderately small
high riding breasts encased in one of those sports-bra things. 

"This is too good to be true!"  I thought as I was standing up.  "If
she's blonde, blue-eyed and gorgeous, I'll know this is a wet-dream."

I looked at her face.  She was. 

I pinched myself.  It wasn't.

She stood all of 5'3'' at most and, with her little girl figure, didn't
look old enough to be the administrator.

"Hi."  I stuck out my hand.

"Hello.  Uh, sorry about the rude welcome, but there seems to have been
some sort of mistake.  This is an all girls camp...."  She left my hand
waving in the breeze so I took it back.  Not a good sign.

"And?  What's the problem?"

"Uh, well, let's go to my office and discuss this, OK?"

We started up the path she indicated.  We had to go right past the
teutonic mass of flesh holding a 12 gauge pump action shot gun who I had
now identified as 'Gertie.'  As I walked by, I stayed in a meek, head
bowed posture until I was next to her.  She felt invincible holding the
gun, and let me get too close.  Pretending to stumble, I reached out,
grabbed the gun from her oversized hands, and did a swift leg sweep to
knock her legs out from under her.  I swear to God, the earth shook when
she landed.

I stood over her, staring down at her.  I expected to see fear in her
eyes, but Gertie surprised me.  All I saw was hate.  Loathing.  Disgust. 
You get the picture.  I was 'MAN', ergo, I was "EVIL"

As we stared at each other, I slowly pumped the shotgun and ejected the
shells onto her body.  There were five shells in the gun and one in the
chamber.  Shit, she must have reloaded the damn thing while Miss Crandell
was talking to me.  I broke down the gun, and with a final glare at her,
continued up the path.

I saw my bags neatly stacked by the office door.  Not a good sign, again.

However, several minutes later, after a seriously heated discussion about
sexual discrimination, lawsuits for breach of contract, etc., Janet
Crandell conceded defeat.  She needed a nurse for the insurance, I was a
registered nurse, I had a contract, thus, I was Camp Rah-Rah-Rah's new
nurse.

I wouldn't have been such a hard ass, but I needed this job.  For all the
wrong reasons.  To make a long story short, I had gone into the Navy
voluntarily because I wanted to be a SEAL.  It was what I wanted to be
all my adolescent life.  Once in the Navy, I worked so hard I actually
got into the program and was almost finished with the training when I ran
into what in military terms is called a SNAFU.  You know, Situation
Normal, All Fucked Up.  The Pentagon computer somehow decided that I
should be trained as a nurse, not a SEAL.  Nothing could change the
decision.  I appealed all the way up.  My commander appealed all the way
up.  Senators and Representatives appealed all the way up.  Nothing. 
They wouldn't even let me graduate from the SEAL program.  So I became
Lt. Chris Mattson, RN, USN. 

I didn't last long at the base hospital.  It had something to do with my
looks, I guess.  The doctors didn't like the way I looked, except one or
two of them, but all the women nurses liked the way I looked, except the
commander, she was just too old to care. 

I suppose I should describe myself.  I'm just over six feet tall, 180
lbs.  If I grew a mustache, I would look like Tom Selleck, only better. 
I never considered myself handsome, but I never had trouble getting
dates, either.  No tattoos, no scars.  Just your average guy.

Anyway, why I needed this job....  It seems my presence at the base
hospital was causing quite a problem.  On the one hand, the doctors
weren't getting anymore of the nurse nookie they had been accustomed to. 
Neither was I, but that fact didn't seem to be relevant to the horny
bastards.  And on the other hand, there were four or five cat fights in
the nurse's locker room, the last one requiring major reconstruction
surgery, as the other nurses were apparently fighting over me.  God
knows, I did nothing to encourage them. 

Well, almost nothing.  They had insisted on the basis of equality that I
use their locker room to change and some of them might have seem me naked
six or seven times in the shower.  Hey, what's a guy to do?  So I got
excited and got a hard on.  You'd have thought they had never seen a 10"
prick before.  I mean, don't all men have one?

Anyway, after the last fight, the commander called me into her office,
gave me my decommissioning papers, and advised me that both of the nurses
involved in the fight were married and that I may want to make myself
scarce for a long - she emphasized that word 'long' - time.  It seems
that none of the nurses husbands had been getting any nurse nookie for a
long time either and were really pissed at me.

The commander suggested I contact a placement agency she knew of that
handled RNs.  I called.  The agency had an immediate opening at an
isolated kids summer camp with no access, only helicopter, and so here I
was.  The staff at the agency either didn't know or didn't care that this
was an all girls cheerleading camp.  Or perhaps they just assumed that a
nurse would be a female.  Or perhaps because my name is Chris and not
Christopher.  Who knows.  Who cares.  I was here.

Camp Rah-Rah-Rah was an abandoned government facility in a hidden valley
about 5000' up in one of the endless mountain ranges of the West.  It sat
on a glacier-fed lake and was protected from the weather by high peaks on
all sides.  The outlet stream from the lake plunged over a 100' water
fall about a mile down stream, effectively sealing off the valley.  It
was beautiful.

The camp was originally intended to be a training facility of some kind. 
Maybe the Forest Service wanted to train the rangers how to fly fish or
something.  But that's beside the point.  There were several million tax
dollars at work here, all of which the beautiful Janet Crandell had
acquired for a mere pittance at auction.  The camp was entirely self-
contained with running water, huge underground warehouses that were
turned into training areas, luxury hotel/dormitory accommodations for up
to 200 people, kitchens, satellite communications, even generating
electricity from the water fall.  Typical government overkill.

The dispensary was typical of this lavish style.  There was actually an
OR with an emergency generator.  The clinic had not been used for a
while, so I spent the rest of the day getting it in shape.  Mostly
dusting and organizing, familiarizing myself with the stocks.  I had
intended to make a list of things to order, but after two hours I hadn't
been able to find anything to write down.  The place was very well
equipped.

About 3:00 I heard the helicopter coming up the valley.  I could see the
landing pad from the dispensary window and I watched in wry amusement as
Janet Crandell and Gertie pantomimed out a scene.  Janet would point at
the chopper and Gertie would shake her head 'No'.  Another firm gesture
towards the chopper, and Gertie would hang her head and shuffle a couple
of steps towards the machine.  She would then turn and say something. 
The whole process would begin again.  Janet would point, Gertie would
plead.  Shuffle, beg, point, plead.  Gertie obviously did not want to
leave.

But she did and the chopper faded away for the second time that day.  I
felt better about this one.

The phone rang - did I mention they had an internal phone system? - and
Janet's assistant informed me that a Staff meeting was to be held at 4:00
before dinner.

I showered, shaved and dressed in my best nurse whites to meet the staff
and followed her directions to the boardroom.  I was early and was able
to greet each arriving staff member.  Being a gentleman, I stood up as
each one came in the door.  All of them had heard the news by now, so
they were all looking forward to meeting me.  Apparently, all of them had
also showered and shaved (I guess) and were wearing the most attractive
or flattering clothing they had with them.  And no wedding rings.

I could describe each of them individually, but this is a short story. 
Suffice it to say that each one of them was an ex-Cheerleader at either a
major University or pro sport team, and that there wasn't a ounce of
excess weight on any of them.  And with what they were - or weren't -
wearing, I could tell.  You get the picture.  They were all outgoing,
smart, friendly, confident of their womanhood, and beautiful.  Excellent
role models for the young girls at the camp.

The room quieted down when Janet walked in.  Or should I say floated in. 
I never noticed her move, but she was suddenly at the head of the table,
calling the meeting to order.  Before she spoke, she surveyed the female
staff, and grinned a wry smile.

"All right, people, a few things on the agenda.  One, you have probably
heard the news, but I would like to formally present our camp nurse, Mr.
Chris Mattson.  Please introduce yourselves and make him feel welcome."

A titter of giggles swept the room.  I blushed.  So did Janet.

"Not THAT welcome, ladies!"

That broke up the room, and the ice.  The tension that had been building
unnoticed disappeared. When the laughter died down, she continued.

"Second, you are probably also aware that Gertie is no longer with us. 
I'm sure we will all miss her, but it does leave a couple of holes in the
roster.  So we need to spread out her responsibilities.  First, I need a
volunteer to take over her campers."

A tall red-head raised her hand.  "I could take some of them.  They're
all the same age as my girls, so it should fit OK."  She flashed me a shy
smile as she finished speaking.

A tauny gorgeous black woman quickly spoke up, "Me, too."  Another shy
smile in my direction.

"Thank you, ladies.  Work it out between you.  Next, is there anyone who
quilts?"
A long silence. 

"Anyone?  Please?"

Finally, a quiet voice spoke up behind Janet.

"None of the campers had signed up for that class, Miss Crandell."

Several of the staff tried to cover up their smiles.  It wasn't nice, but
it was funny.

Janet shot her assistant a pained smile.

"OK, that takes care of that.  How about self-defense training?  I know
that all the girls have to take that course."

Another long silence.

Finally I spoke up.  "What type of training are you looking for?  Hand to
hand or shotguns?"

The room broke up.  I probably shouldn't have said anything, but the
bitch had shot at me.  The look on Janet's face wasn't pretty, but I had
another card up my sleeve.

"Mr. Mattson, this is a serious meeting.  Please keep your comments
appropriate."
All right, I deserved that.

"I apologize, Ma'am.  But I have extensive training in hand to hand
fighting and weapons.  Navy SEAL training, to be exact.  I could put
together a program for you.  From the response of your staff for a
request for volunteers, I could include training for them as well, if you
want."

Janet's face went from surprised to relieved.  When I made the offer to
train the staff as well, you would have thought the home team had just
scored the winning touchdown.  The cheers, whistles, and applauding went
on for several minutes.

When it finally quieted down, Janet said, "Well, it seems as if we have a
new instructor.  And a new staff course, as well."  She looked around at
all the female staff.  "All staff personnel will participate in that
course," she continued.

An emphatic, over-loud whispered "YES!!!" from her mousey assistant broke
up the room again and the meeting as well.  Janet resignedly waved them
away out of the room and sat at the head of the table shaking her head. 
She was smiling, however.  She motioned for me to stay as the room
cleared.

"You seem to have caused quite a stir, Mr. Mattson.  I haven't seen that
much makeup on my staff in the four weeks we've been here."

"Please, call me Chris, Miss Crandell..."

"Janet."

"OK, Janet.  Look, I apologize for the remark about Gertie, but she did
kind of start things."

"Don't think anything of it.  She was out of place here, but I couldn't
get rid of her without a reason.  You provided that reason, so in a way,
I should be grateful to you.  However, I won't have you making negative
comments about anyone in a staff meeting.  I don't work that way.  Is
that understood, Chris?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"That sounded like there should be a salute with that," she chuckled.

"Sorry.  Just habit, I guess."

"Let's go to dinner.  I'll show you to your table."

"My table?"

"Yes.  All the staff spread out around the room and sit in different
areas.  This encourages interaction between the staff and campers.  You
have an assigned table in your own area.  The campers do not.  They may
sit where they like."

By that time we were at the door to the dining area.  The hubbub of noise
from room came through the double swinging doors and filled the hall
where we were standing.

Janet looked at me with a raised eyebrow and a crooked smile.  "Ready to
face the enemy, sailor?"

"Aye-Aye, Skipper," I grinned back at her as I held the door open for
her.  Apparently she wasn't expecting that because she gave me a very
pleasant and appreciative smile as she ducked under my arm and into the
room.

It was like a switch had been switched off.  There was dead silence in
the room.  Even the kitchen cooks stopped banging the pots and pans.  All
eyes were on me and Janet as we made our way over to what was to become
'my' table.  The eyes follow us every step of the way around to the back
corner, as yet unpopulated by diners.

"This was Gertie's area.  You just inherited it.  Looks like tonight
you'll get to eat in peace.  Or you can join me if you like."

"No thanks, Janet, I'd better not.  I wouldn't want them to think I
couldn't handle dinner alone."

"Suit yourself, sailor," she flipped over her shoulder.  I could have
almost sworn she was flirting with me.  Regardless, I was getting stiff
watching her walk away towards the food line.  Or maybe it was being in
the middle of all that young stuff.  You see, there was a reason I had
never had any of the nurse nookie at the base hospital.  It was all too
old.  I liked mine young.  18 at the oldest.  There was something about a
girl turning into a woman that turned me off. 

Which was why Janet interested me.  She looked young.  And she would
continue to look young for a long, long time.  She looked more fuckable
the longer I looked at her.

I broke my stare when I felt a tugging on my pants leg.

"Hey, Mister.  Can I sit with you?"

I looked down to see an absolutely doll faced innocent young girl
standing next to me.  Her big brown eyes looked up at mine and she batted
her eyelids in a most seductive manner.  I just about came then and
there.  This was going to be harder than I thought.

"Sure.  Just let me go get my tray."

"OK.  I'll wait here.

I went off in the direction Janet had headed to get my dinner.  Nothing
special about the menu, mostly healthy food, as would be expected.  By
the time I returned from the food line and got back to by table, my
section was full.  The only empty chair was mine.  I looked around and
caught one of the other staffer's eye.  I motioned to her now nearly
empty section and I made a questioning gesture of 'what's going on?'  She
just laughed. 

I sat down to 11 pairs of eyes.  But I couldn't tell you what they look
like right then because all I noticed, on the QT, of course, was 11 pairs
of young tits.  Firm, gorgeous, unfettered youthful tit-flesh.  A
veritable feast of flesh.  In all my favorite sizes from grapes to
walnuts to oranges.  The eyes around the table finally caught my
attention and I smiled.  I swear one of them swooned - or at least sighed
heavily.

I began small talk with the whole table, letting them fill me in on the
rules, the schedules, what they liked, etc.  Stuff they knew about, non-
threatening.  They didn't have name tags, but I remembered most of their
names by the end of dinner.  The conversation lagged a couple of times
but picked up again.  Once it was stopped abruptly by a water glass being
spilled.  The girl who spilled it had been quiet throughout the dinner,
and now sat there jerking and shaking in her chair.  A flush rose up her
neck and spread over her cheeks.  She gasped audibly in an OH-OH-OH
manner, and then slumped down in her chair with a queer smile on her
face.

Being the nurse, I immediately jumped up and rushed to her side.  I
picked her up in my arms and ran to the dispensary with her. 
Surprisingly, only Janet followed.  Sarah, the girl, closed her eyes,
rested her head on my chest, wrapped her arms around my neck and held on
tightly. 

At first I thought she was scared.  I didn't know what to think, but I
noticed that my shirt sleeve was moist where it pressed into her under
her legs.  She still shuddered every once in a while and clung tightly to
me.

I got to the dispensary and laid her gently on one of the beds.  She
didn't want to let go of my neck.  Gently prying her hands apart, I began
my examination.  I called up her records on the computer to check for
epilepsy.  Nothing.  I check for allergies.  Nothing.  I checked for
anything.  Nothing.

Janet had entered the room while I checked the computer.  She had this
kind of amused look on her face as she watched me work.  I began to get
panicked.  My first case, and I was a flop!  I checked reflexes, muscle
tone, everything.  I could find nothing but a state of extreme relaxation
and wet spot between her legs that I blamed on the spilled water.

The panic must have been apparent because Janet called me over to her.

"You going to carry every girl down here after she orgasms?" she
whispered.

"WHAT?"  I looked at her with disbelief.  She pointed to the wet spot on
my shirt sleeve.

"Smell."

The tangy aroma was unmistakable. 

"You didn't see her?"

I shook my head.

"God, the whole room knew what was going on.  These girls have been up
here two weeks without their boyfriends.  They get kind of horney from
this point on and for the next two weeks of their time here it will only
get worse.  I kind of expected something like this to happen, just not
this soon."

"Gee, thanks for warning me!"

Janet grinned up at me.  "Hey, it's been 4 weeks for me and the staff! 
Why should I give you a break?"

I almost grabbed her then and there and tossed her on the bed. 
Unfortunately, the bed still had Sarah on it and she was watching us
intently.  I went over to her.

"Feeling better?"  I asked her quietly

She nodded her head 'Yes.'

"Do you need to get some rest or will it be OK to release you?"

"Can't I stay here tonight?"  I slept in the next room and I think she
knew it.

"No, I don't think that will be necessary."

"But what if it happens again?"

"Do you think it might?"

Again she nodded, shyly this time, like a scared little girl.

I leaned over and whispered in her ear so Janet couldn't hear. "Then grab
your pillow and hug it tight to you.  You can think of me if you want, or
your boyfriend.  OK?"

I grabbed one of her hands in one of mine, knelt on one knee, brought her
hand up to my lips and kissed her on the palm of her hand. 

Sarah flushed, squealed, grinned and jumped up, all at the same time. 
She winked at Miss Crandell and ran back to the dining hall.  She came
back and yelled "Thank you, Mr. Mattson" to me, then left again.

"WHAT did you tell her?"

"Trade secret!  You'll just have to do the same thing she did if you want
to find out, won't you?"  With that, she blushed deep red, turned and
walked back towards the dining room.  About half way down the hall, she
turned back.

"By the way, that was a good job in there.  You did everything right.  If
it had been serious, you would have found it.  Glad to have you aboard."

With that she went back and finished her dinner.

I smiled to myself as I watched her walk away.  There was a bit more
wiggle in her walk this time, I noticed.  I wonder if she had noticed my
erection.  It would have taken a blind woman not to.

The rest of dinner passed with no further orgasms or fainting spells. 
The girls in the rest of the hall had filed out long ago, but my area was
still all there.  Janet finally came over to rescue me, claiming a
'meeting' I had to get to.  The girls actually groaned, and I realized
then how erotic that sounded.  It was so close to the moan that escapes
those parted lips when you're teasing a fresh one into her first fuck. 
You get them to the edge, then pull back.  Do it again, and again and
again.  When they're delirious, they are yours for the picking.  Cherry
picking.

So it was with difficulty that I stood up.  My prick was stiff and
cramped in my shorts.  I have always had to keep it aimed down, just in
case something like this happened, because if it was pointed up, it would
pop up out over my belt.  That happened to me one time in Jr. High
School, but I learned quick. 

So my meat was sticking down my pant leg and was kind of swollen.  I
guess I underestimated the length a little because there were several
gasps when I stood.  Until I adjusted my pants leg, my Ol' John Henry was
a good two inches out in the open.  I kept going as if nothing was the
matter, but even Janet's eyes were wider than normal.

"Shall we go, Miss Crandell?,"  I asked, holding out my arm to her.

"Y-Yes, Mr. Mattson.  Yes."  She was still shaken by what she had
glimpsed, or thought she had, or was it that she hoped she had.  Her grip
on my arm was possessively tight.

I dropped her off at her office and thanked her for rescuing me.  I
almost got her in a clinch right then, but her assistant happened by, so
I said good night to them both.

The remainder of the evening I spent unpacking my kit and finishing
straightening up in the clinic.  I listened to the bells as they rang,
remembering the schedule the girls at dinner had told me. 

9:00  In Rooms. 

9:30  In Beds 

10:00  Lights Out. 

Like clockwork I could see the lights across the way blink out.  They
were all out on this side of the dormitory.  Mine soon followed and I
crawled in bed for what I hoped would be a long peaceful sleep.

I couldn't have been more misguided.  Within 30 minutes I heard the door
to my room being quietly pushed open.  I pretended to be asleep, which
wasn't hard, given how tired I was.  For a while I couldn't hear
anything, and I was just beginning to think it was my imagination when a
tiny hand was laid gently across my lips.

"SSSShhhhhh.  Don't say a word,"  came an unfamiliar whisper.  A second
small hand soon grasped my now throbbing cock and began to rub it up and
down.

"OOOOhhhhhhh, Daddy, that feels good.  Let me kiss it for you."

That whisper was followed by a hot sucking sensation that nearly pulled
my balls back up into my groin.  This kid could give head!  Or was it
Janet?  The size was about right.

The mysterious little nymph suddenly quit blowing me and straddled my
cock.

"OOOOHhhhh, Daddy, you make me so hot.  I've got to have you inside me."

A small squeal escaped as my cock was enveloped in one of the tightest
pussies it had had the pleasure to penetrate.  I was surprised when the
kid took it all.  Most have to work up to it in four or five fuckings.

"OOOOOOOOOhhhh, Daddy!  You're so biiiig.  You filled me all the way u-u-
u-uu-u-up" 

Little miss nasty collapsed on my chest.  I held her gently, tweaking her
little tits and erect nipples as she lay there until she gathered her
wits together.  Then with a quick kiss and a whispered 'Thank You, Mr.
Mattson!' she was gone.

I had just begun to drift off again when the door opened again.  This
time I was a substitute for "Billy".  Then "Tommy".  Then "Daddy" again,
twice more.  Then "Billy" was back.  I asked this one if this was
seconds, and she said 'No'.  I told her she may want to check up on her
two-timing boyfriend, Billy, when she got home.  For over two hours the
parade kept up.  For a while I wondered if there was a schedule or
something.  I thought about how ridiculous it would look if there were a
line outside my door. 

The only differences I could tell in all the visitors that night were
height, weight, tits and twats.  The tits I felt ranged in size from just
bare nipples only to those that were more than a mouthful.  The twats
were all tight, some more than others and all wet.  But even after what
must have been twenty orgasms on my cock, I had yet to spill my seed. 
These cunts were so primed that they only took 5 or so minutes to get
off, the 3 to cool down and then gone.  Slam, bam, thank you sailor. 
That was a twist!  And each one ended with a kiss and a whispered "Thank
you, Mr. Mattson."  I began to suspect a plot.

But the last visitor was the most memorable of them all.  It was a bit
longer between visits and I was actually asleep when I awoke to a hot
mouth on my cum-coated cock.  What a way to wake up! 

But something about this one was different.  More experienced, maybe. 
Softer, fuller lips, perhaps.  When she got on board, she was quiet.  I
wasn't a substitute for anyone for this one.  She came almost as fast as
the others, and as she was resting on my chest, I breathed in deep,
smelling the wonderful fragrance of her hair.  I played with her small
breasts, tweaking her stiff nipples.  She groaned deep in her throat and
began to rotate her hips again.  Then she raised herself up and leaned
over me, propping herself up on my chest with her hands, letting her
boobs sway as she rode my prick like a pro. 

I really worked on her tits, massaging and squeezing.  My ministrations
affected her and she worked harder and harder on my cock, trying to get
me off.  She must have gone through six or seven of her own shuddering
orgasms, fighting her way through them to keep humping my log until I
felt myself swelling in her.  As I spurt my cum into her belly, she
pressed her lips to mine to gag us both.  We both yelled into each others
oral cavity as the moment seized us.

She lay there a long while this time, quietly twirling the hair on my
chest.  Then finally, with a sigh, she gave me a light kiss and a
whispered, "Thank you, sailor", she was gone.  I was still laughing as I
finally got to sleep.


The Camp Nurse

Chapter 2.  The Hike

by Nightshade

1/97

As was my practice, I got up at first light.  That's just the way my body
clock works.  I don't care if I've only had 15 minutes sleep, I'm up at
first light.

Normally I do my exercises nude in my room.  But with all the fresh
mountain air up here, I decided to go outside this morning.  I slipped on
a pair shorts and sandals and wandered around the compound until I found
a peaceful clearing overlooking the lake.  My exercises consist of my own
style of the Chinese Tai Chi movements.  I had adapted them from
movements I had picked up in the SEAL martial-arts training.  I also used
the exercises as a focusing aid to meditation.  After the movements
become so natural and fluid that I don't have to think about them
anymore, I can slip into a really relaxing state of meditation.  With all
the beautiful scenery around, I really got into the meditation that
morning.

So when I tell you this next part, you'll have to understand that I
really wasn't aware of this going on all around me.  Janet, the camp
administrator, filled me in later that morning.

Anyway, there I was, doing my routine in my shorts and bare feet, body
glistening with sweat in the first strong rays of the sun, the light
playing off my rippling muscles as I moved cat-like through the slow
graceful step of my routine.  And, as would be expected in a group of 100
or more people, some of the others were early risers as well. 
Apparently, one of the early risers spied me from her window and quickly
woke the others in her room and on her floor.  The girls, ranging from
14-18, as well as the slightly older staffers, slowly trickled out into
the woods surrounding the clearing I was in wearing whatever they had on,
which in some cases, was nothing.  Believe me, I'm really sorry I missed
that, but I was totally focused inward, meditating.

Soft, lithe fingers began rubbing and fondling moist cracks and perky
nipples and sensitive clits.  Sometimes the fingers belonged to the body
being fondled, sometimes they belonged to the person next to them.  But
there was no pussy left un-petted, no clit left un-rubbed, no nipples
left un-squeezed.  According to reports, there were as many as 20-50
girls and staffers gathered around my clearing.  A good sized orgy, if
that's what you call 50 cunts and only one cock to go around.  One girl
actually humped a tree, letting a low-level branch slip between her cunt
lips and rub along her sensitive swollen inner labia.  She gave a new
definition to the term 'tree-hugger.'

The moaning and groaning of all those wanton teenagers did not affect me
consciously, but subconsciously my ears and brain picked up on those
erotic sounds and directed them to the organ most usually affected by
them.  You guessed it.  My cock-a-doodle-do did.  Being in its usual head
down position and unencumbered by jockey shorts or jock strap - which I
never wear - my prick began to lengthen and swell.  Understand, this is
not an unusual occurrence when I do my exercises.  The feelings I get
from a good work out are almost the same as I get from great sex.  (I
said 'almost', OK?)  So a stiff prick didn't register to my meditating
brain.

However, my stiffening wang did register in the brains of the watching
girls.  While several of them had sampled it the night before, it had
been dark in my room and, fortunately or unfortunately - you pick -
things can seem smaller in the dark.  Those who had swallowed my prick
and then impaled themselves on it were amazed at it's size.  Those who
had heard about the visits to my room stared in disbelief, envy and lust. 
The staffers, who I assumed knew more about pricks than the young
campers, just got plain horney and vowed to get my sausage between their
buns if it was the last thing they did.

It didn't help matters any when I started stroking my meat, slowing
bringing it to its full potential and right out in the open.  Hey, it
feels good!  And I really wasn't aware of the audience.  I'm just kind of
a shy guy.  Honest!  I don't like to get it on in public.  But during
part of my routine I focus on just my stomach and back so my hands don't
have anything to do.  They just kind of did what came naturally, and
began working on my cock.

Now this is something that seemed odd to me when Janet told me all of
this.  (By the way, she was getting hotter and hotter during our meeting. 
I noticed she wasn't wearing that bra-thingy she had on the day before
and that her large engorged hard pink nipples were clearly poking through
the tight thin cotton T-shirt she had on this morning.  I wondered if her
tits were sore from last night....)  Janet seemed amazed that I could
keep stroking as long as I did and not blast off.  I told her I have
always been what you would call a 'late bloomer' or something.  I can get
hard and stay hard for almost two hours before coming.  For a long time I
thought all guys were like that.  But I had always asked myself two
questions. 

The more you stroke it, the better it feels, right?  If so, then why blow
it so soon if it feels so good? 

Janet got outright agitated when I told her how long it takes me to come,
and I almost thought she was going to ask me to prove it.  Right there on
her desk.  With her.  But she didn't.  Her assistant, who I was beginning
to really dislike by now, came in and interrupted the meeting at that
point.

The first wake up bell at 5:30 had roused most of the campers and staff
from their erotic pastimes, and so, by the time I had finished at 5:45,
most of them had left.  I smiled shyly at the couple of campers still
remaining, slipped on my sandals and went back to take a shower in my
room.  I had no idea the spectacle I had put on until I got hauled into
Janet's office right after breakfast.  Which is where I learned what I
just told you.

The bottom line she tried to force on me was that I was to be confined to
the dispensary or the dining hall or the training room for the self
defense classes.  Period.  Sounded like prison to me, and I told her so. 
She started raving about me corrupting all the young girls.  Normally, a
gentleman doesn't fuck and tell, but since I technically only fucked the
last visitor last night - all the others fucked me - I felt I could tell
her that these young girls had already been corrupted before I got there. 
By Billy twice, Tommy, Jerry, Sam, Bob, and particularly, Daddy.  That
shut her up.  She then asked me to be careful of exposure, as some of the
girls were not yet corrupted, and I did agree to be more careful.  But
there was something in her eyes when she saw my prick leap up when she
mentioned the uncorrupted girls that made a lie of her sincerity. 
Thinking about that gleam in her eye kept me hard for the rest of the
day.  Honest!

The next few days passed in a blur.  I set up my self defense course for
the campers and staff.  The nightly visits by the campers, and I
suspected some of the staff continued like clock work, including the
final unknown visitor.  I was hoping beyond hope that I knew who the last
visitor was.  I was really hoping it was Janet.  But she never gave
herself away other than to call me 'sailor', which none of the other
campers or staffers did.  So I was never really sure.  And I had tried
everything I could think of to find out who it was.

The only thing that was unusual during that time that was reported in the
daily staff meetings was the high rate of visits to the nurse.  By the
staffers!  I had 'had' to examine each one of them at least once, some
twice, and a couple had almost moved into the clinic. 

I made meticulous notes of the visits, leaving out of the reports that
none of them had escaped the exam without showing me everything,
including having to bend over and spreading their cheeks to expose their
rosebuds.  God, aren't hormones great?  Horney chics will do literally
anything!  I finger fucked all of them on the pretext of doing the exam
and all of them had at least one orgasm from my fingers.   Two of the
horniest ones got two fingers up the ass, but none got my cock between
their legs.  I would have liked to say that none got my cock at all, but
one particularly fine looking tiny brunette, Julie, skinned my shorts off
and sucked my cock down her throat before she even said 'Hello.'  And I
was wearing a belt and jockeys, just like I'd agreed!

What's a guy to do?  I let her suck for a while until she got tired, then
gave her a very thorough exam.  She was one of the ones that got two
fingers in the ass.  It was obvious it was her first time that way, and
she was squealing and moaning the whole time I pumped my fingers in and
out of her back door.  And fucking back on my fingers as if her life
depended on it.  She had one of the smallest asses of the group of
staffers, and all that exercise she did kept it as tight and firm as when
she was 14 years old.  I complimented her on her muscle tone and firmness
and she actually blushed.  She was a little embarrassed that she had had
an orgasm from having fingers up her ass, but I told her some women were
built that way and it was normal for her.  She actually believed that
shit!  And she came back for more later that day.

Later that week, Janet, unfortunately, requested that all illnesses and
visits to the nurse by the staff be routed through her office, and I
could literally hear the groans of dismay.  They were going to have to be
more inventive if they were going to get some of my cock, but then, they
were all intelligent women, as I mentioned before. 

I suppose I should mention the fact that, while I really like, and
prefer, young, or young-looking girls, I have never had a problem getting
it up for any good looking woman.  Especially the ones that really want
you bad.  And I intended to be really bad with each one of them.  But
they were going to have to work for it.

Which brings me to the first successful staffer to get my cock. 

I finally had a free day.  I had been there a week and the staff was
rotated, 4 days on, 1 day off.  Except the nurse, who had 24 hour duty. 
But one day a week, when the other activities were light, I was allowed
to get out of camp, sleep late, or whatever, as long as I had my pager. 
(Another tax-payer paid luxury.)

That day I decided to go for a hike.  I had seen a cabin or some kind of
structure higher up on one of the neighboring peaks and I decided to
investigate.  I notified the office, packed a backpack full of safety
stuff and food and set off.

It wasn't fifteen minutes into the hike when I sensed I was being
followed.  Call it intuition, call it luck, but it was one of the things
that had helped me pass the SEAL training.  I could always tell when
someone was on my tail.  I stopped for a while to let whoever it was get
close enough so I could tell who it was.  I smiled when I saw the
energetic bounce of brunette hair heading my way.  Julie.  Good.  I'll
give her a run for her money.

I'll give the lady credit.  She kept up with me over some pretty rough
terrain.  It was kind of a game.  I would pick what I thought would be
the route that would push her to her max or a little beyond even and she
always came through.  I was getting more and more impressed with her. 
And a little turned on, too.  Which made it a bit more difficult to walk
around, but then, we all have to suffer a little.

Finally I angled my course at the unknown structure and came at it from
around the back and above.  It turned out to be an abandon mine shaft
that had collapse years before.  The building was just a huge pile of
rubble that had survived all those years.  I sat down on a rock facing
away from the direction she would come and waited for her.  I didn't hear
anything for a long time, and then I sensed her behind me.

"Hello, Julie,"  I said, without turning.

Silence.  "How long have you known?"

"Since we left camp.  You should have let me know you wanted to come up
here."

I turned and looked at her.  She was a mess.  Her hair was askew, makeup
(for hiking?) was smeared from the sweat, and her thin shirt was clinging
to her unsupported tits like saran wrap to cantaloupes.  I thought she
had never looked more beautiful and I told her so.  She beamed up at me,
all her anger forgotten.

"So now what?"  I asked her.

"Uh, well, uh, I was wondering if, ummm, you know,.."

"Julie, just say it."

She looked down at her feet.  Kind of shuffled them.  Then she took a
deep breath, which did wonders for pushing her nipples even tighter
against her shirt.

"Will you please fuck me, Chris?  Please?  God, I'm so embarrassed, I've
never had to ask before.  Will you do me?"

When she had finished I let her stand there a minute.  Her hopeful gaze
faltered, then shattered, and she turned to go.

"If you really want me to, I will."

I swear, we were both naked in 3 seconds and I still had on my backpack. 
I have never seen a woman move so quick.  How she got my shirt off with
my backpack on still bothers me, because it's a great trick.  She had -
thoughtfully - brought along a blanket which we spread to prevent grass
stains and settled on it.  She attacked me before I was completely down.

I had had a number of women suck my cock.  But Julie could do things with
her throat and mouth that made each time seem like the best time.  She
couldn't get it all in, not many ladies can, especially ones as tiny as
her.  But there was only a little bit of Mr. Roger not showing, and she
was really trying to get it all down.  After several minutes with no air,
she finally pulled off and gulped a huge lungful of air.  I appreciated
the motion of those lungs all over again.

"I'm sorry I'm such a poor cock-sucker.  I can't seem to get you all in. 
Can I try again?"

"Julie.  You're doing fine.  It's not you, it's me.  I'm probably just to
big around and long for you to get all the way down.  But if you want to
try again, please do.  I really enjoy it."

She giggled at the compliment and dutifully went back to work.  This
time, however, she attacked from the top, kneeling over my body with her
legs straddling my chest.  The view was too much to resist, and I lifted
my head and gently probed her dripping pussy with my tongue.  I heard a
muffled squeal from her and then I noticed she slid her body back towards
my head a little to get closer to my mouth.  I guess she gave up on
swallowing my whole prick because now she couldn't reach.  But I really
don't think she cared.  I know I didn't.

We stayed like that for almost an hour.  She would suck on my cock like
it was a straw in a thick milkshake, really trying to get me to come.  I
was just enjoying the feelings she was giving me.  She liked what I was
doing to her, too, because every now and then she would let loose of my
prick, lift up her head and scream in ecstasy.  It was really neat, too,
because those screams would echo back and forth between the mountain
peaks for several minutes after each climax.  We would sit there and
listen to them rolling back and forth until they would finally fade away. 
Then I would get back to work and so would she.

Finally, I started focusing on her ass hole.  First I swiped my tongue
over it a couple of times and felt her shudder.  But she didn't pull
away.  If anything, she pushed back farther and lowered her ass closer to
my tongue.  So I stuck it in.  Like a little penis.  In and out.  In and
out.  In and out.  Harder.  Farther.  Finally I pulled her upright so she
was sitting square on my face.  That way I could stick my tongue in as
far as it could go.  I kept up the in and out rhythm of my tongue in her
ass until I heard her screams.  These were higher pitched that the others
and even more intense.  She farted around my tongue when she came, but
even that smelled sweet.

She started giggling in the middle of her orgasm, not an easy thing to
do.  Apparently, she thought farting in my face was funny.  I thought the
sight of her giggling and cumming at the same time was funny.  So we both
laughed.

She stopped laughing when I lifted her up by her hips off my face and
turned her around to face me.  I moved her body down so that she was
poised above my cock.  Her eyes got big and there was a little bit of
fear in them, but she reached under her and aimed the head of my cock
into the opening of her cunt, now dripping with the juice of her latest
cum.

"Ready?"

She nodded.

I gently lowered her down so that my prick was into her about two inches. 
Then I let her take over.  I took my hands from her hips and moved them
to her tits.  We both liked that.  Her little nipples were hard as rocks,
but they were as sensitive as big puffy ones.  I could press them to her
chest with the pads of my fingers and roll them around.  Julie reacted as
if an electric current was being passed through her body.  She shuddered
and bucked.  He eyes rolled up in her head and her tongue lolled out of
her mouth.

She took in huge gulps of air, trying to get oxygen into her system. 
Finally she came back to her senses.  She looked down at me.

"Never.  Never before.  God, what are you doing to me?"

"You want me to stop?"  I asked teasingly.

"If you do, I'll kill you!"  she said with a grin.

I looked down between our bodies.

"So, are you just going to sit up there, or are you going to ride the
pony, little girl?" 

She looked down between her legs and saw most of my prick still outside
of her.  She looked back up at me with an almost pleading look and then
let herself slide the rest the of the way down until our pubic hairs
meshed.

"OH.  OH.  Oh  Ohhhhhh God!"  She was still for a minute.  Then she shook
her head as if to clear the cobwebs.  "Satisfied?"  she asked
sarcastically .

"I'm happy if you're happy!" I quipped back.

She rolled her eyes in response.  Then she started the rocking motion
which would make my stiff rod stir around in her honey pot.  She started
slow until she got used to the feel, and then she took off.  She rode the
rail for several minutes.  When I thought she was close to the next peak,
I touched my finger tips to her hard nipples and gently rubbed them
around her chest. 

This time she didn't scream.  But every muscle in her body contracted at
the same instant, including her cunt muscles.  It was great!  She wasn't
moving except to quiver and shake, and yet her cunt muscles were milking
my cock like she was kneading bread. 

I was beginning to get worried until she suddenly gasped in a tremendous
breath.  And collapsed on my chest.

After a while I felt tears wetting my chest and I turned her face to
mine.

"What's the problem, Julie?  Did I hurt you?"

"Oh God, Chris.  I'm so terrible.  You didn't cum.  But I tried so hard. 
What's wrong with me?  Aren't I sexy enough for you?"

Can you believe women?  You fuck their brains out for two hours and then
they worry they're not sexy!  Go figure!

I quietly explained to Julie about how long it takes me to come.  She
asked me if I ever came.  I said I did.  She asked me if I had come with
anyone at the camp.  I said I had.  She asked who.  I chided her for
being indelicate with her questions, but she persisted.  I told her I
didn't know, and why.

She was quiet a moment and then she grinned.

"You really like little girls, don't you."  It wasn't a question.  It was
a statement.

"I like all kinds of girls," I protested.

"But especially the little ones.  Like the little campers.  Like me."  I
was silent.  "And Janet...."

She let that last statement taper off.  I think I might have gotten away
with denying it if my prick hadn't been still buried up to the hilt in
her cunt.  But when she mentioned Janet's name, it twitched.  Best lie
detector in the world. 

Her eyes widened.  "Does she know?"

"Know what?"

"How you feel about her."

"How do you know how I feel?" I asked her.

"Women know these things."

"Bullshit."

"OK.  It's in your eyes.  Your smile.  I mentioned her name, and you lit
up like a little kid seeing the ice cream truck.  Plus I just about got
whiplash when your cock jerked.  See, I told you, women know these
things."

I groaned.  "I'm dead, aren't I."

"What do you mean?"

"She won't have anything to do with me if she finds out about the campers
and the exams and this here today...."

"What makes you think she doesn't already know?"

"Huh?"

"Who do you think told me where you were going today?"

"I didn't think about it."  Now I did.  "Is she really OK with this?"

"I don't think she thought we were coming up here for a picnic.  She even
gave me this."

She reached into her bag and started to hand me something.  Then she
hesitated.  I held out my hand and she shyly handed it over.

"I don't know if I'm ready for that."

I looked at it.  It was a tube of KY jelly.  Anal lubricant.

I just about came right then.  Thinking about that virgin ass hole
squeezing my stiff dork as I plunged in and out...

I jerked her off of me and laid her on the blanket beside me on her
stomach.  She didn't resist.  But I did notice a small smile play across
her lips as if to say "Gotcha!"

The jelly was in a squeeze tube and I poked it into her butt and forced
some of the cool gel inside her rectum.  She shivered as she felt it
slide into her and moaned deep in her throat, like a animalistic growl. 
She moved cat-like into a crouch, her shoulders and head resting on the
ground and her hips raised up in the air, an inviting target.

I gently probed her rosebud with my finger and it slipped readily in up
to the second knuckle.  Julie moaned and moved back against my hand,
forcing the rest of my finger in.  I wiggled my finger around a bit and
then pulled it out.

"Oh, nooooo," she wailed.

I slipped two fingers into her back door and the wail turned into a moan
of such animal lust that several animals in the area went into heat.  I
plunged them into her and held them there for several minutes as she
ground her hips back onto my hand.  With my free hand I slicked up my now
rampant cock.  I let her fuck herself on my hand for a while and then
swiftly I switched my cock for my fingers in that virgin hole.

"Oh noo      EEEEEEEEE, oh God it so biiiig."

And that was just the head of it.  I let it set there for a minute,
several, actually, until she grew accustomed to the size.  When I noticed
her breathing stabilize and her hips grinding back towards me, I eased
forward a little.  To my surprise, she sucked in the whole thing up to
the hilt!

"Julie, are you sure this is your first time?"

"Yeah, I don't think I'd forget something like this."

"Good or bad?"

She was silent.  "Neither.  This is absolutely fantastic.  I haven't
stopped cumming since you slid in.  It's like it belongs there, even
though I know that's not right."

"Says who?  'Normal' people who only use it to shit with?"

Julie giggled.  And came. 

"Fuck me, Chris.  Fuck me hard.  Fuck my ass."

Julie began to urge me to begin moving with very vulgar words and
actions.  She started whipping her head around and moving her ass in
counterpoint.  I started to pull out a little bit.  Then plunged back in.

Julie squealed like stuck pig and went berserk.  If I hadn't had a hold
of her hips with a firm grip she would have wiggled completely off the
end of my cock.  As it was, the only way I could keep her under control
was to stand up.  It wasn't hard, she weighed less than 100 lbs. and I
simply leaned back and stood up.  That forced her completely down onto my
prick, jamming it all the way in.  With her supported on my cock, I
wrapped both arms around her thrashing body and held her while she
writhed and wiggled and did all kinds of erotic sexy movements with her
body.  When she would begin to settle down, I would torture her by
lightly caressing her ultra sensitive nipples, sending her into even more
convulsions.

I hadn't been paying much attention to my own state, but apparently her
movements were too much for my cock.  Suddenly I felt it swell and begin
to spurt sticky white juice into her dark tunnel.  This time it was my
screams which echoed around the hidden valley.

We collapsed on the blanket, totally spent, listening to the fading
echoes, relaxing in the afterglow of truly tremendous sex.  We were just
beginning to nod off to sleep for a brief post-coital nap, when we heard
raucous cheering and clapping coming up from the direction of the camp.

Julie and I looked at each other in disbelief and confusion.

"Nahhhhh.  Couldn't be......"


The Camp Nurse

Chapter 3 - The Skipper

by NightShade

2/97


[The continuing adventures of Chris Mattson, RN at an all-girls
cheerleading camp high up in the mountains out west.  Only Chris is a
male.  Let the fun continue...]

Julie and I napped for about an hour after we stopped laughing.  There
was a small stream where we cleaned up.  Then we ate a light lunch and
started back down the mountain.  It only took about 100 yards for Julie
to realize that she was too sore from her losing her anal virginity to
make it back down the hill before darkness fell.  Nothing was broken, but
her tiny hole was stretched and the tissues were bruised.  She bravely
tried to go on, but it was obvious she was in too much pain.

We combined our backpacks into mine and I picked her up in my arms.  She
gave me a very unchaste thank-you kiss and wrapped her arms around my
neck.  Fortunately, she was only about 100 lbs. or so, and I had no
problem carrying her. 

There was an overgrown path that led from the abandoned mine down to the
lake and I followed this down, even though this route was much less
scenic than the one I took to get to the mine.

About 10 minutes into the descent, Julie had wiggled her body into such a
position that my hand was directly supporting her compact little ass. 
She kept her face buried in my chest with her eyes closed and I could
feel her breathing speeding up.  Another wiggle or two of her delightful
little ass and my thumb brushed along the damp slit up between her
thighs.  Julie expelled her breath in a rush and groaned into my shirt. 
I kept my thumb still for a few moments and then rubbed it a bit harder
against her hot, humid crotch.  She shuddered and let out a small cry. 
But her arms tightened around my neck and she pressed herself back
against my marauding digit when I moved it away.

It wasn't intentional, on my part at least, but the edge of her shorts
just kind of slipped out of the way, and suddenly my thumb sank into the
hottest cunt on the mountainside.  Julie tipped back her head and
screamed.  Loud.  Right in my ear.  We were far enough down the mountain
that there weren't any echoes anymore, and it felt a little odd that she
was the only one screaming without the mountains climaxing along with
her.

After she finished cumming, she whimpered to herself, thrust her hips
down on my thumb even farther, and laid her head back on my chest.  I
took that as a sign that she liked it, so I kept my thumb in her pussy. 
It actually made a good grip to hold her with.  I didn't try to give her
a smooth ride down the hill, as I noticed that she seemed to react quite
a lot to the jolts and bumps of walking down a rough path.  I didn't jump
over any logs or anything, but I didn't avoid any obstacles either. 
Julie came with regularity, about every quarter mile or so, announcing
the event with an ear-shattering scream of ecstasy.

Walking into camp was like the ending scene from a Rocky movie.  The
nearly deaf and very tired hero stumbling out of the jungle carrying the
damsel in distress in his arms.  The rest of the campers and staffers
were even waiting for us in two long lines like a gauntlet of succulent
flesh.  It was a sight that made my prick forget it was tired.  Two of
the staffers standing next to Janet took Julie from my arms at the head
of the gauntlet.  She staggered when she tried to stand on her rubbery
knees and I thought Janet was going to attack me right then.  She was
certain I had hurt Julie or allowed some harm to come to her.  But before
she could move, Julie bent and kissed the tip of my semi-hard prick
through my shorts.  Looking up she gave me a wink and said, "Thank you,
Mr. Mattson" in the trademark line I had come to expect from my night
time visitors.  Her smile, and a silent 'Thank You' directed at Janet
reassured the administrator that she was OK.

Janet turned to me and gave me a look with her expressive baby blue eyes
that I couldn't decipher.  There was relief that Julie was not harmed,
just tired, but there was also a hurt look in there somewhere, but I
didn't know why.

She was quiet and withdrawn at dinner and then that night there were no
visitors for the first time since my arrival.  I was so tired, I didn't
even miss them.  Much.  But carrying another person down a mountain is a
lot of work, especially when there is a lot of wiggling and shouting
going on.

I must have been asleep an hour or so when I suddenly woke up.  To the
most heavenly feeling of my hard cock sliding down a tight, hot, wet
throat.  All the way down.  With lots of suction and tongue action.  In a
very determined manner.  Whoever it was meant business.

I must have groaned or moved or something, because the blow job stopped
and I heard "Hi, sailor.  In town for long?"  With that, the mouth
returned to its task.  I leaned back in the dark and enjoyed the
wonderful feeling.

After a while I expected her to stop.  The only change she made, however,
was to get more comfortable and straddle my torso.  If she had been a bit
taller, or if she would have scooted back a bit, it would have been the
classic '69' position.

I pulled on her hips to move her lower lips closer to my mouth, but she
resisted. 

"You're going to come in my mouth, damit.  I need to get you all in."

"Use your hands on the lower shaft and just suck on the top.  It works
just as good and you can pump with your fist better than your neck."

She tried it.  "Like that?"

"Oh yeah, Lady, just like that."

Of course, that let her move her ass within range of my mouth.  I dove
into her hot steamy cunt with my tongue and returned the favors she had
been bestowing on me for the last 30 minutes or so.  I immediately
noticed something different.  No hair.  She was as completely bald as
baby.  She must have just shaved it before she came in to visit me, too,
because she was extremely smooth and smelled a little like baby lotion. 
I tongued the shaved area around and above her cunt lips to show my
appreciation of her haircut.  Then I centered on her clit with one finger
in her fuck tunnel.  She groaned as her first orgasm flooded through her
system a while later.  And a while later after that.  And again later. 

Finally, I felt that tingling in my balls that preceded my own orgasm.  I
gave her a slight squeeze on her ass to let her know and she lunged down
on my prick instead of pulling off, forcing my first explosion of thick
seed to come deep in her throat.

I groaned as I felt myself empty into her.  The second spasm forced even
more sticky white fluid down the gullet of my mystery lover.  Then a
third.  A final blast of cum juice and I felt the stiffness in my prick
begin to subside.

My mystery lady again surprised me.  Instead of coming up for air, she
began to suck me hard again right away.  Now, I've never had a problem
getting it up more than once, but usually there just isn't time in the
night or the desire on the part of my satiated partners.  Never an
unsatisfied customer.  And, true to form, I rose to the challenge at
hand, or mouth, in this case.

Coming up off my prick, she turned herself and settled herself back down
over my prick, enclosing it in her tight cunt.  With a couple of sensuous
wiggles she made herself comfortable.  Even in the dark I could tell she
was smiling.  Almost smirking.  A real shit-eating grin.

"You really are amazing, sailor, you know?  You don't come in anyone's
mouth very often, do you?"

I shook my head, forgetting it was dark.  But I'm glad it was, because I
was blushing.  I didn't know how to tell her that that had been the first
time I had ever had anyone last long enough so that I could come in their
mouth.  It was my first complete blow job and a great one at that.

"Cat got your tongue, sailor?  Why so serious?"

I was silent.  It wasn't that her milking cunt was completely distracting
me, -well, sort of - it was that I didn't trust myself to say anything. 
I was afraid to say anything that might let me find out that this
magnificent fucking machine setting on my cock wasn't the woman I
fantasized about.  I mean, it was still a great fuck, but I felt like I
was making love with this mystery woman, and I wanted so bad for the two
them, Janet and this incredible body, to be the same person.  But I was
afraid to be disappointed.

"We need to talk."  I started to pull her off my prick.  She fought me
off.

"Whoa!  I'm fine right here.  What's your problem?  Not getting enough
pussy?"  she said teasingly.

She was bordering on being downright flippant. 

"I need to know who you are.  Uh, I think I have feelings for you."

"How can you have you have feelings for me if you don't even know who I
am?"

"Well, I think I know.  At least, I know who I want you to be."

"Oh."  She paused.  "And who would that be?"

"I can't say."

"Why?"

"Because if you, the most incredible body I have ever been with, are not
who I want you to be, I would hurt you, and I don't want that.  Part of
my feelings for you have to do with the things we do here, understand? 
So I need you to tell me who you are. And it's not fair.  You know who I
am.  That way, if you're not my dream girl, at least I can pretend you
are and not hurt you."

"Gee, thanks."  She ground around on my cock for several minutes before
continuing.  She may have climaxed, but she was so tight and her muscles
so active normally, I may have missed it.  I wasn't touching her anywhere
else and it was dark, so I couldn't tell for sure.

"I can't tell you, either.  Sorry."

"Why not?"

"There are 150 girls and women in this camp.  All of them horney, some of
them are even fucking the trees.  If one woman was to claim as her own
the only prick for a hundred miles around, there would be a riot.  A big
riot.  Very messy.  It would be better if, during the time at camp, there
weren't any sticky feelings around screwing up a good program.  Can you
live with that?"

In a way, I was insulted.  I was just a prick to satisfy 150 cunts.  But
the more I thought about it, the more excited I got.  I think she felt my
response, because she started giggling.  I was going to have to stop
having meaningful conversations with women when my cock was stuffed up
inside them.  No way to lie.

"I think it's kind of sexist."

"Liar."

"OK, so it does turn me on.  But what about my feelings?  What about us?"

"I feel like you do."

"So tell me who you are!"

"No."

Nothing is more frustrating than a stubborn woman.  I tried another
tactic.

"If you feel the same way, how can you let me fuck all those others?" 
Ha!  Gotcha there!

She was silent and stopped moving for a long time.  "That was a low blow,
sailor.  But if you want to know, it's better for you to fuck them with
my knowledge than to do it behind my back.  And besides, it kind of
excites me to think about you and all that young pussy."

"Do you really mean that?," I asked unbelievingly.

"You bet.  Because they will get to you, one way or another.  And then
you would feel guilty and I would be hurt if I found out you had done it
behind my back, and I find out everything that goes on in this camp. 
Besides, it may even help some of them with their problems."  She started
fucking me again.  "I've got to get going.  I've still got one to go
after this."

I didn't know what she meant by that, but I had one or two more
questions.  Talk about looking a gift horse in the mouth.  "OK, I'll
agree to stuff my feelings - for now, but I need two or three things from
you.  One, I want to know who you are after we're done here at Camp Rah-
Rah-Rah, and two, I have to call you something.  What do you want me to
call you in here during your visits?  And three, are there any
restrictions on who I can and cannot fuck here?"

She placed her hands on my chest and grabbed two handfuls of hair.  She
didn't pull, but she let me know that she could.  A deep throaty laugh
came up from her, starting just above where my cock ended.  "OK, I'll try
to hold off until after camp.  And you can call me 'Skipper'.  That seems
fitting.  OK, 'sailor'?  As to restrictions, any girl that comes here to
this camp is old enough to fuck in my opinion.  Just don't force anyone."

Her laugh, the grip of her hands on my chest hair, the thought of all
that young cunt being offered to me, and her request to call her
'Skipper' confirmed my deepest hopes and dreams.  It was Janet!  I knew
it - I hoped.  She probably knew I knew it.  And I could still boff the
campers with her blessing.

I blasted off inside her. 

It was so unexpected, it caught both of us by surprise.  I had only been
hard for an hour or so.  She stretched her body out on top of mine and
laid down with her head next to mine.  I could feel her stiff nipples
grinding into my pectoral muscles as she snuggled in like a soft cat. 
She didn't let me out of her tight pussy, though, and kept up a constant
squeezing and milking action.

"The thought of all that underage pussy must really turn you on.  Or was
it me?"

"It was you, Skipper," I answered and my cock didn't betray me for once. 
Or maybe it really was the truth...

We lay there cuddling and kissing for a while, and she was like a little
girl, licking all of her dried juices off of my face.  My beard tickled
her tongue and she started a giggle fit.  It was one of the most erotic
feelings I have ever experienced as her whole body got into the act.  Her
diaphragm and pelvic muscles convulsed in the most pleasurable way
imaginable and I got up to full stiffness.

My prodding member brought her back to her senses and suddenly she was
quiet. 

"Good, you're hard again.  Now we can finish."

By now it was very late at night.  Only once before had I gone two rounds
with a girl and then there had been four of them.  Never had I gone three
rounds, but my pecker was sure up for it.

"What do you mean 'finish'?"  We've already done everything."

"Not quite."  As she said this she gently pressed a small tube into my
hand.  I recognized the shape from a similar tube Julie had given me
earlier in the day.  Anal lubricant.  I was going to have to order in a
bigger supply if they were going to keep stealing it from the infirmary
supplies.

She nudged me off the bed and I felt her kneeling down where I had been
laying.  What little light there was gleamed off of a pair of pale white
moons waving in the night.  I sat on the bed behind her.

"Skipper, have you done this before?"

"What kind of question is that?  That's none of your business."  She
almost sounded indignant and might have pulled it off, but for her
salacious position.

"No.  I just meant that this can be uncomfortable for someone as small as
you..."

"...and as big as you?"  she finished for me.  "Don't flatter yourself,
sailor.  It'll fit.  And besides, Julie said you were very gentle with
her on her first time.  I know you'll be careful with me..."

"...on your first time,"  I finished for her.  She didn't negate my
statement.  "God, is there anything you women don't tell each other?"  I
got no answer, but I realized Julie must have told Janet about our
conversation on the mountainside and about my feelings for her.  That
would explain her change of attitude after shunning me the evening
before.

I spent several minutes preparing the target.  As it was dark, I had to
do it all by feel, which was just fine by me.

The first thing I did was tenderize the target.  I don't usually like
rough stuff, but the way she had been teasing me all night, and her
refusal to tell me who she was finally got to me.  I lightly swatted her
swaying cheeks with my open hand.  Not hard, but hard enough to turn that
ivory skin a hot pink over time and enough swats and to make a loud
SWACK!  Or at least it would have if I could have seen the colors.  I
just used my imagination in the dark.

"Ooooww," she moaned.  But she didn't move.  "Have I been naughty,
Daddy?" she asked in a seductive little girl voice.

I didn't know whether to play her game or not.  I decided not to.  "No,
Skipper, and let's not play games until I know who you are.  I just
decided to warm your backside before I butt fuck you.  Sometimes it helps
to relax the muscles, if you know what I mean."

"Oh.  Well, I am pretty tense..."  She let that hang there.

SMACK!  No sound.  SMACK!  Still no sound.  SMACK!  Still quiet.  I swung
harder, and switched cheeks.  KA-SMACK!  A low groan.  I spanked her
bottom several more times before I stopped and rubbed my hands over the
soft smooth skin of her buttocks.  It was warm.  A trip to the exposed
slit told me she was wet.  Sopping wet.

"Are you cumming from this?"

"Oooohhh, yessssss.  I didn't know I liked this, even though it hurts. 
Or maybe it's just you.  God, I hope it's just that it's you.  You make
me feel so hot.  Anything would make me get off."

"Shit, you should have told me it hurt.  I didn't mean to hit you that
hard."

"Oh shut up, you big sissy.  It didn't hurt bad, it hurt good.  Now get
busy.  We haven't got all night."  Which wasn't exactly true.  We did,
and had used most of it up already.

She was really pushing me into this.  I slid the tip of the tube of
lubricant into her tight puckered hole and squirted some jelly into her
rectum.  The cool gel brought a moan and a shiver from the kneeling form,
but she didn't move away.  She even shoved back on my finger as first one
and then two fingers stretched the tight sphincter.

"It feels good, but funny, like I'm full or I have to take a shit.  But
it doesn't hurt."

That last was for my benefit, I was sure.  I kept moving my fingers in
and out until she really got into it.  I could feel her own hands busy on
her clit and in her cunt, but she was starting to grunt and groan in time
with my thrusts into her ass.

I slicked up my cock.  I debated whether or not to warn her.  I decided
not to.  I kneeled up behind her, still frigging her ass with my two
fingers.  I don't think she noticed, she was so far into what was
happening to her ass.

I smoothly pulled out my fingers and replaced them with the head of my
cock.

"oh.   OH!"  She stayed quiet for a minute.  "That's feels bigger that I
thought it would."  Her voice was very quite, like she was exerting a lot
of control not to scream in pain.  I grimaced into the darkness.  Pain
was not my thing.  I liked little girls.

I held completely still, allowing her time to stretch.  I could hear
little grunts and panting, like Lamaz breathing exercises.  I started to
pull out.

"Stop, damn you!  Just give me a minute, OK?  This is something I have to
do."  She didn't explain why.  But soon I felt her beginning to breathe
easier and then to push back against me.  Unlike Julie, where I just slid
in up to the hilt, I had to fight for every glorious quarter of an inch
with this tight ass.  And it was a glorious fight into a glorious ass.

It took a while, but finally I was in up to the max.  We were both
sweating profusely.  I leaned over her bent back and whispered in her
ear.  "We can stop now.  I'm in you all the way."

"Don't you dare, chicken-shit.  You're going to finish in all three holes
tonight, if I have to die doing it."

I suddenly realized what she was doing.  She was giving me a night so
special, I would never forget it.  Anybody I fucked after this would just
be ordinary sex.  If this was truly Janet I was buried in, it would
explain her hurt look when I brought Julie back in that afternoon.  She,
and the whole camp had heard as I had climaxed inside Julie like I never
had with the mystery lady.  In her own way she was telling me she was
laying claim to me, putting her mark on me.

Well if she wanted it, who was I to refuse her?  I started to slowly pull
out of her.  Just a couple of inches at first, and then I slid it back
in.

"Ooophhhh!"  She was quite for several minutes.  "All right.  Do it
again!"

I obeyed the Skipper.  I let it slip out of the super-tight canal, and
then pushed steadily back in.  And again.  And again.  Slowly, she began
to loosen up and her breathing deepened.  She started pushing back in
counterpoint to my thrusts, pulling away when I pulled out, shoving back
when I pushed forward.  I was almost coming all the way out to the rim
around my cock head on each motion by now. 

Suddenly she raised up on both elbows and squeezed down tightly on my
prick.  She was motionless for what seemed like several minutes and I
held still behind her.

"AAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEE!"  She shuddered on the end of my prick for a long
time.  "God, I wouldn't have thought it possible...."

"What?," I asked after she didn't elaborate.

"I just had the most intense orgasm of my life and I got it from having a
ten foot log shoved up my ass!  That's what!  Now do it for me again,
sailor.  And that's an order!"

I did my best, and, with her willful cooperation, I did it to her again. 
At least four more times.  It seemed she got more sensitive with each
climax, never quite coming down from the last one before exploding into
another one higher and harder than the one before.  I don't know how she
hung on for the whole 2 hours or so we were locked into position like
that, but she did.  She didn't quit or hold back.  If anything, she got
more greedy for the orgasms, pushing herself and me to greater and
greater exertions. 

Finally, just as her fifth and biggest orgasm was sweeping over her, we
both felt my cock swell in her shit chute and empty into her.  The
feeling of my hot sticky spunk filling her sent her even higher and she
fainted and collapsed on the bed, her mission accomplished.

My cock was still stuck in her and I had to follow her back down to the
bed.  I gently rolled over onto my side and pulled her still hot body to
me.  Slowly she came to as I toyed with her tight swollen breasts and she
snuggled back into me.  We lay there for a while in utter bliss until we
heard a scratching noise at my door.

"Psssst.  Uh, Ma'am.  Are you still there?  It's almost light."  I
recognized the administrator's assistant, if not by her timing, then by
her mousy voice.

"I'll be right there." 

She rolled away from me and I slipped out of her ass hole with a loud
"POP!"  Then she farted.  I could almost see her blush.  She sat on the
edge of the bed for a minute and then got up.  I started to get up to
help her.  I also figured I'd be able to see her in the light from the
hallway.

She pushed me back down.  "Nice try, sailor."  She got almost to the door
when she stopped.  I thought she was in too much pain to go any farther,
but instead she turned around and came back to the bed.

She lightly kissed me and said, "Almost forgot.  'Thank you, Mr.
Mattson'," in that sexy little girl voice.  Then, "Goodnight, sailor. 
And I do mean I had a GOOD night."

"Me, too.  Goodnight, Skipper."  Believe it or not, I was hard again from
her saying that.  God, she was sexy!

I skipped my exercises that morning for the first time in years.



The Camp Nurse

Chapter 4 - The Assistant

by Nightshade

2/97



[The continuing adventures of Chris Mattson, RN at an all-girls
cheerleading camp high up in the mountains out west.  Only Chris is a
male.  Let the fun continue...]


I slept late the next morning, arriving for breakfast just in time to
take my place at my appointed table after a hurried shower and shave. 
Janet was not at her place.  I noticed the somber atmosphere of the girls
around me and chalked it up to her absence - she really did light up the
whole camp, and that was not just my biased opinion.  Breakfast went by
quietly and then again, lunch.  By dinner Janet still hadn't shown up,
and I was concerned.

But the quietness had a different cause, as I found out after dinner.  I
was sitting under one of the huge old redwoods that populated the valley,
watching the last of the light reflect off of the lake.  I heard light
steps coming up from the direction of the camp and then a quiet soft
voice.  I turned to look at one of the younger girls standing by my side.

"Mr. Mattson?"

"Yes?"

"May I sit down with you?"

"Sure!"

Instead of sitting on the ground as I expected, she pivoted and plopped
her ass down in my lap.  She ground it around a couple of times and then
looked up at me with those big innocent clear brown eyes.  Boy, can looks
be deceiving!

"Are you feeling better today?"

I thought fast.  Why was I not feeling better yesterday?  Then I
remembered that there were no visitors last night.  They must have told
the girls that I was tired or not feeling well.  "Yes, I'm feeling much
better, thank you.  Why?"

"Oh, good!," she gushed.  "It's my turn tonight and I was hoping you
would be OK."  Suddenly she realized what she had said and blushed.

"What's your name?"

"Melody."

"Well, Melody, tonight when you come in, kiss me on my nose so I'll know
it's you and we'll do something special.  OK?"

"But we don't have that much time to...."  She again blushed.

"We'll make time.  Thank you for your concern."  I kissed her on her
forehead and helped her up, copping a satisfying feel of her tight little
ass in the process.  She giggled and wiggled it against my palm and then
impishly leaned over to give me a kiss back, pausing and holding herself
bent over at the waist until I got a complete view of her 14 year old
tits.  Or what there was of them.  When I sighed and grinned, she
finished her kiss and stood up, giving me an instant replay on the way
back up.

"Later, Mr. Mattson," she called.

I could hardly wait for later.  "Bye, Melody."

Later came as it always does.  Finally.  The bells rang and the camp
quieted down.  The lights were out, but for some reason I couldn't sleep. 
Anticipation, I guess.  I never realized how much I looked forward to all
those tight pussies getting off on my prick each night.  A guy could get
kind of used to this, you know?

But then the visits started, right on schedule.  The first couple of
fucks were straightforward kiss, suck, fuck, "Thank you, Mr. Mattson"
jobs.  I did notice, however, that I was being used less and less as
substitute for their boyfriends or fantasy lovers and that they were
actually fucking my prick.  In fact, I was only Daddy once that whole
night.

Melody was the fifth girl.  I felt a kiss on my mouth that quickly moved
up to my nose.  She even nipped it a little with her teeth, just to make
sure I wouldn't miss the signal, I guess.  A girlish little giggle and
she snuggled into the narrow cot beside me. 

"So what are we going to do?," she asked.

"Well, first, take off your nightshirt."

"Oh, Mr. Mattson, that would be naughty!  I would be naked," she gushed
as she lay back down next to me after stripping off her nightshirt, her
soft young bare skin on my skin.  They must teach speed stripping as a
course here, with Julie as the instructor.

I let my hands roam over her tight young body, exciting both of us with
little touches and pinches and probes.  Her tits were what you would call
perky.  Just beginning to develop, they were slight mounds topped by hard
kernels of nipples.  They were at that painful stage were they always
itched or ached, so I was particularly gentle with them.  As it was, her
nipples were so hard and sensitive she came just from my gentle
explorations.  I also found a bald pussy, not the first one I had noticed
that night.  She shuddered again as I toyed with her lower nub between
her cunt lips.  She was biting my arm to keep quiet and I knew I was
going to have a hickey the next day.

"Melody, straddle my chest like you were going to get on my prick, but
face the other way."

She did so quickly and quietly, her breathing rapid, but steady.  These
kids recuperate much faster than us old folks.

"Now slide back this way."  I pulled on her hips to move her towards my
head - and mouth.  She was still sitting straight up.  I lifted her hips
gently and lowered her cunt down on my mouth.

"OH!  OH!  OH!  OH!  Mr. Mattson! What are you doing?  Oh, it feels so
good!  OH!  OH!  OH!    Yessssss!  Nobody has ever done that before.  OH! 
SSSsssshhhhiiiitttt!  Don't Stop.  AAARRrrrggggghhhh!"

Several hissing and shushing noises came from the hallway.  There really
was a line out side my door.  If that's never happened to you, you have
no idea what that will do for your ego.  Mine sure felt healthy.

Melody kind of fell forward and gagged herself by swallowing my stiff
prick.  But her hips never stopped wiggling against my nose and chin,
urging my tongue to greater depths inside her.  I obliged to the best of
my ability, which was considerable.  She finally shuddered and collapsed
on my abdomen, breathing heavily.  I could feel the two knots of her
nipples pressing on my stomach.

When she started to come around, I lifted her small frame and flipped her
around so she was lying on my stomach on her back.  I slip her down until
my prick head was butting up against her cunt lips.  Automatically, she
reached down and guided it into the tight opening.  She took over from
there, sensing what I wanted.  She slid down its length and began to fuck
herself with my hard cock.  There wasn't as much contact with her clit in
this position, but it did hit the G-spot better.  I reached down and
found her excited clit.  I pinched it lightly between my thumb and fore
finger and urged her to reach her climax.

When she came, she twisted almost all the way around and kissed me hard,
stifling her screams into my mouth.  She tasted her own juice on my lips
and she came again. 

"So that's what I taste like."

"You taste good.  I liked it.  And I liked what we did, too."

"Me, too."  She pulled herself off the bed.  She leaned over and lightly
kissed me.  "Thank you, Mr. Mattson.  Thank you very much!"

She was headed out the door when I whispered to her.

"Melody!"

She turned back to me.

I reached up and found her nose.  I rubbed it gently.  "Let's keep it out
little secret, right?"

You would have thought I had just given her a million dollars.  In some
ways, I suppose a genuine secret is worth that much in self esteem to a
shy developing 14 year old girl.  Her kiss that time was not so light and
almost started us off again.  If it hadn't been for the impatient girls
in the hallway, I just might have fucked her again.  But she would be
back another night.

I heard considerable whispering and discussions as the rest of the
visitors tried to find out what happened with Melody.  She became
something of a celebrity the next couple of days and I prepared myself to
make an explanation to the Skipper when she showed up later that night.

I had not seen Janet all day, and I had been refused access to her,
unless it was an emergency.  A lonely heart didn't qualify, so I had had
to suffer through the day without her.  But I knew she was going to come
in later.  She hadn't missed a night.

But a half hour passed after the last girl had gotten herself off on my
stiff member, then an hour.  Finally, I heard the door creep open.

"Uh, Mr. Mattson?"

My heart sank, but not my prick.  It was the assistant.

"Yes?"

She shuffled closer to the bed in the dark.  "Uh, I was told to tell you
that 'The Skipper can't make it tonight.'  She said she was sorry, and
something about it was her fault for trying to swallow 'a ten foot log.' 
She said you would understand.  Do you?"

I did.  Her ass was sore.  Very sore.  Served the greedy lady right.  "Is
she all right?"  I was concerned.

"I think she's just sore.  She didn't sit down all day and she has to lay
on her stomach to sleep."  She giggled.  "She called you 'an insatiable
satyr'.  From her, that's a compliment."

"But she's OK?"

"Yes, but she won't be here tonight."  Her message done, I thought she
would leave.  While not unattractive, she just didn't seem the type to
hang around.  For whatever.  But she didn't leave.  She kind of stood
there and shuffled her feet.

"Was there anything else?," I asked her.

"Well, I was wondering, uh, since, you know, since, well, you know, well,
since she's not, you know, like, well..."

"Would you like to take her place?"

"Oh yes!  Could I?  You wouldn't mind?  I really would like to, if it's
all right with you.   That's what I want.  I want to take her place."

"In my heart or on my prick?"

"Oh!  On your thing, silly."  I expected her to move, but she just stood
there.

"Well?"

"Uh, don't laugh at me, but I don't actually know what to do."

"You've never done it before?"

"Oh, yes.  I started in high school and a then did it a couple of times
in college.  And I'm mar...."  She stopped herself short.  Then went on. 
"But I've never, well, I've always just kind of been there for the guy. 
They always did everything.  I don't know what to do to make it good for
me.  Everybody says you'll help me."

I smiled in the dark at her honesty.  I forgave her all her interruptions
and swore to make this a good time for her.

"You could start by sitting down."  I patted the cot so she could hear
where to sit in the dark.  She sat.  "Now take off your night shirt and
sandals."  She shivered in the cool night air.  I touched her lightly on
her side, just above her hip.  She jump out of her skin.  So much for a
safe place to touch a skittish woman.  "Now, what do you want to do?"

She was quiet.  Then I felt her hand sliding around my stomach gradually
moving down.  She bumped into my hard meat much earlier than she
anticipated and kind of gasped.  Her hand pulled away and then found it
again, this time on purpose.

"Oh, my!  It's bigger than I thought."  She played with it gently,
stroking it up and down, then becoming more and more urgent until I cried
out in pain.

"Ouch!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.  Let me kiss it." 
Before either of us realized what she was doing, she had my rod in her
mouth.  It was obvious she had not done this very much, if at all, but
her enthusiasm was arousing.  She just about rubbed it raw with her teeth
until I got her to cover her teeth with her upper lip and tongue
underneath.  She also got the head down her throat part way without
gagging.  She kept coming up and asking if she was doing it right.  She
tried so hard, and, by the time she was tired, was getting to be a pretty
good cock sucker, too.  I told her that, and I could feel the heat from
her blush.

She lifted her head up from my cock and stretched out next to me on the
cot, never letting go of my prick with her hand.  But now she held it
gently and caressed it like a lover.

I felt her looking up at me.  I tipped my head towards hers and our lips
met.

"Do all men taste like you do?"

I laughed.  "Only men who have had twenty or so girls sitting on their
pricks in one night!" 

"Oh."  Silence  "I liked it.  Does that mean I like girls?"

That was a loaded question.  I changed the subject.  "What would you like
me to do for you?"

She caught her breath.  The big question.  Decision time.  In a shy voice
she asked, "Would you make love to me?  Show me what to do?  I want to do
something, but I don't know what or how."

I rolled over so I was on top of her.  Kissed her lips.  Then her eyes. 
Then her ears.  I spent a long time just caressing her and kissing her. 
I felt the tears rolling down her cheeks and licked them away.  She cried
some more.  I drew my lips along her neck, down along her jugular vein
into the depression at the base of her neck.  I buried my face there and
traced gentle designs with my tongue on that sensitive area.  Then I did
the other side.

She had stuffed one of her hands in her mouth to muffle her screams. 
This poor woman was so tense she was orgasming already and I wasn't even
to her tits.  I avoided those for now and concentrated on her long smooth
arms.  Each finger received a lingering kiss with special attention paid
to the palms of her hands.  She was now sobbing, jerking around on the
cot under me.  I was afraid what would happen when I started on her
breasts, so I flipped her over on her stomach.  The sudden move surprised
her until I ran my tongue down the length of her back.  She screamed into
the pillow, beating her fists into the mattress.  She would have kicked
her feet but I was sitting on them.

I decided what this woman needed was a massage.  I happened to know how
to give two kinds of massages, both erotic.  One was good, the other very
good.  I didn't think she would last if I gave her a very good one, which
included the anal areas I didn't think she was ready for.  Yet.  So I
started on a sensual back rub that had the effect of calming her down. 
Apparently this was something she could deal with, something she knew. 
Her breathing returned to normal as I worked my way down her back.  And
reached her buttocks. 

My rod had been resting on the crease between those cheeks for most of
the massage, but she didn't seem to have noticed.  As I began to rub and
move the deep muscles in her ass, her breathing began to get ragged
again.  I did her butt, then moved down her one leg then back up the
other.  I did spend extra time on her feet and toes and was rewarded with
another orgasm, but a slower, gentler one this time.  It felt like she
almost enjoyed that one.

I moved up the side of the bed and quickly flipped her over.  It wasn't
like a kung foo thing, but it happened before she was aware of it.  I
started to massage her upper chest and shoulders, still avoiding her
breasts.  She noticed, because she started to thrust them up at my hands,
brushing them against my wrists as I worked higher up.  She began to
grunt and pant in an animalistic way, writhing on the bed in the ancient
movements of sex and seduction. 

"Oh, God.  What are you doing to me?  I've never felt this way before.  I
want you to touch me, squeeze me hard, play with my boobies. 
Please...Please...Please," she pleaded. 

I gently captured her swollen dancing nipples in the cracks between my
fingers as I palmed her entire breasts.  I applied pressure gently as I
squeezed my fingers together over those soft mounds.  I had always
thought of the assistant as mousy, an ordinary, plain girl.  From the way
she dressed and walked, I imagined small, saggy tits and the same for her
bottom, kind of flat and droopy.  Boy, was I wrong!  She was just a
beautiful girl with a poor self image.  Because the guys in her life
didn't know how to make her feel special, she didn't think she was. 
Jerks.  All of them.  I may have my own quirks and kinks, but at least I
made each person feel special.  Not like some kind of jerk-off bag to
squirt sperm into.

Her tits were a bit larger than I like, about the size of large oranges,
and softer.  But they felt terrific.  I told her so and she started
crying again.  I continued down her body, describing each rib, each
smooth curve of her trim body in the most erotic language I could think
of.  When I got to her mons, there was no hair.

"Is this for me?," I asked her, indicating her shaved mound.

"Yes.  Most of the girls are shaved now.  For you.  Do you like it?  I
hope so.  I haven't felt this naked since I was 12."

"It's beautiful.  Lovely, so smooth, so kissable."  I proceeded to do
just that, and she squealed a bit.  The aromas coming from between her
legs told me she had really been enjoying herself, and that I would have
to change the sheets before getting any sleep tonight.  But I didn't
mind.  I kissed a little lower.  Her legs parted automatically, and she
brought her knees up to her chest, spreading her cuntlips wide open.  I
frenched them.  She arched her back to force more of herself into my
mouth, forcing her cunt hard on my lips.  I grabbed onto her legs to hold
her there, and feasted on the delectable nectar she was producing in
quantity.  I could hear her sobbing softly, but I didn't stop until she
went limp in my arms.  I laid her gently out on the bed and lay down
beside her still form.

She rested quietly for a while.  She wasn't unconscious because her hand
drew little designs in my chest hair. 

"Thank you, Chris, uh, Mr. Mattson.  Thank you."

"You're welcome, but is that all you want?"

"There's more?"

"If you want, yes.  But it's OK to stop now.  I'm fine.  Only if you
want."

Her hand seized the hairs on my chest and pulled a few.  Ouch!

"I want more.  I want to feel the 'big one.'  Please.  Now!"

I laughed and gently kissed her forehead.  Then I kissed her lips and she
tasted herself, probably for the first time.  "Ummmm.  Good!  Is that
really me?" she whispered.

I rolled her on top of me and helped her sit up.  I cupped her swaying
tits in my hands and held them firmly, the nipples rubbing into my palms.
There was no sag in them at all.  She began rutting on my stomach.

"What do I do now?," she asked timidly.

"Move back down a little."  Her old boyfriends really were jerks.

She slipped down and bumped into my cock.  She gasped as it bored a
little into her ass hole.  She automatically raised up a little to slide
over it, but as she passed over the head it slipped up inside her hot
box.  She froze.

"What's the matter?"

"I'm scared.  It's always hurt before or I've been disappointed."

"It always hurts the first time.  But that's over now.  And it wasn't
your fault you were disappointed.  Blame your taste in men, maybe, but
other than that, it was all their fault you weren't satisfied.  Go ahead. 
Just let it slip inside you.  We'll go slow and make sure it doesn't hurt
and that you like it.  OK?"

For an answer she let a bit more slip in.  Before I could say anything,
she grunted, and forced a little bit more.  To me, it didn't seem that
she was that tight, given the young pussies and tight ass holes I had
been dipped into in the last few days, but it must have felt like she was
splitting in two to her.  She didn't cry out, but it was an effort on her
part to get each inch of me into her.  But she did.  And suddenly, it was
like a switch went off in her head.

Suddenly she was the all-American cheerleader.  The cheers started out
clean enough, like the old:

Push 'em back
Push 'em back,
Harder
Harder,

and the one that goes:

Do it again
Do it again
We like it
We like it.

They started out, like I said, clean and somewhat quiet.  But after her
first climax riding in the saddle, she got loud. And dirty.

Between cheers of:

Push it in
Push it in
Harder
harder 

and

Give me an 'F'
Give me a 'U'
Give me a 'C'
Give me a 'K'
Fuck me!, Fuck me!, Fuck me!,

I was beginning to hear peals of laughter coming from outside my window. 
My companion either didn't know or didn't care.  Her yells got raunchier
and louder with each climax, and she had quite a few.  Her hips never
stopped swirling and thrusting, rubbing her clit on both the up and down
strokes.  With and between each orgasm, I swear I could actually feel her
cunt muscles tightening up.  I guess the old saying about 'use it or
loose it' was true in this case. 

She finally shrieked and collapsed to a thunderous round of applause and
laughter, not at her, but at the situation.  Two of the staff came in and
carried her away, back to her room, both very solicitous of her.  They
both asked if I needed them to come back and help with any unfinished
business, but I was already asleep, a big grin on my face.

I think I had finally answered her loaded question if she liked girls or
not.  Maybe she did, maybe she didn't, but she liked men, too, and that
was what was important.  To me, anyway.


The Camp Nurse

Chapter 5a - The Canoe

by  Nightshade

3/97

[The continuing adventures of Chris Mattson, RN at an all-girls
cheerleading camp high up in the mountains out west.  Only Chris is a
male.  Let the fun continue.]


Janet was at breakfast the next morning.  She smiled a shy greeting at me
and I noticed she sat down very slowly and gently.  I grinned back at her
and she noticed me watching her sit.  She blushed a beautiful shade of
pink, then got up her nerve and blew me a kiss across the room.  I don't
think any of the campers noticed it, but a couple of the staffers grinned
knowingly in my direction.

I got a call to come up to Janet's office for a 10:10 staff meeting that
morning.  I thought the time was odd, but she was a busy woman, and she
had to make up for lost time the day before.  I cleaned up for the staff
meeting, and got there on time.  Walking in to the outer office, I didn't
see anyone.  I went on into the conference room.

Sandra, the mousy assistant, was mousy no more.  She stood there in the
room, leaning up against the table.  Her hair wasn't in a bun, but hung
in sexy waves around her face and over her shoulders.  She was wearing
makeup, just a touch, to emphasize her lips and eyes.  But that wasn't
the big change.  It was what she was wearing.  Or wasn't wearing.

Gone were the tweeds and pant suits, the efficient business clothes. 
This morning she was wearing a half-T that was about two sizes too small. 
And no bra.  The bottom edge of the short shirt showed most of her large
soft tits that jiggled with each breath she took.  And she was breathing
fast.

She was also wearing a pair of loose fitting shorts that were high cut on
each hip and made of a slippery nylon fabric.  Even though they were
loose, they clung to her body like paint.  It was obvious she wasn't
wearing any underwear and that she was damp in the crotch.

She let me gaze at her for a moment, grinning and blushing at the visible
effect she was having on me.  The right leg of my short was bulging out
and suddenly became too short to cover all my parts.  Sandra licked her
lips when she saw the large purple head pop out into the daylight.

She had apparently not yet taken the speed stripping course at the camp
yet, because she simply launched herself at me from her position at the
conference table.  Her arms wrapped around my neck and her legs wrapped
around my waist.  She didn't say a thing.  She just kissed me real hard
several times, and then just held on.  Tight.  Waiting.

What was I to do?  I struggled to get my shorts down and free the monster
that had grown in my pants leg.  She helped me by wiggling around.  She
wouldn't let go of my waist with her legs, however, and I was wondering
how I was going to get into her pussy, when the situation kind of took
care of itself.  Her loose shorts slipped to the side and suddenly she
was crying in joy as she felt it slide easily into her cunt.  She was
even tighter than last night.  With the workout she had had last night
and now again this morning, I felt sure her cunt muscles would be sore. 
But she didn't seem to mind.  I looked down at her face and her eyes were
screwed tightly shut.  She was totally focused on this fuck.

She was a little heavier than some of the petite little girls and women I
had had ride my cock like that so I turned her around and eased my butt
onto the conference table and supported our weight by leaning against it. 
It also provided her with a more stable platform for her increasingly
wild screwing motions.  It was when I looked up from watching her tits
bounce and her face contort that my prick jerked and almost unsaddled the
morphed assistant.

Janet was standing just inside the door watching us fuck.  My eyes
widened in surprise when I saw her, but then she gave me a smile that let
me know it was OK to keep going.  In fact, she gave her own tiny breasts
a squeeze through her tight top with one hand and caressed her cunt
through her shorts with the other as she stood there watching.  I just
about came when she seductively licked her lips with that tiny pink
tongue, running it around her lips two or three times.  I remembered what
it felt like on my prick and a shiver went down my back. 

Then I just about started laughing.  Here I was, fucking a beautiful
woman who I had just helped, I hoped, the night before to get over a self
image problem, while at the same time fantasizing about another woman's
mouth on my cock.  I didn't think it would help Sandra's image if I
laughed, or if she found out what I was thinking, so I made a face at
Janet to let her know I knew what she was doing.  She grinned wickedly
and stopped fondling herself.  She didn't stop watching.

"Uh, Sandra,."

"Call me Sandi.  I don't feel like a Sandra anymore.  Sandra didn't get
fucked enough.  Sandi is going to get fucked a whole lot.  I feel like a
Sandi," she interrupted me.

"OK, Sandi," I replied.  "What time is the meeting?  The real staff
meeting."

"10:30.  I hope I left us enough time.  I wanted you to be early.  What
took you so fucking long to get here?" She paused.  "God, I'm sorry.  I
don't know what came over me.  Having your cock in my cunny just does
something to me, you know?"

"Don't apologize, Sandi.  It feels good being inside you.  But do you
think it's fair to the others to have 'special' meetings like this?"

A bit of Sandra came back.  "Fair?  Fair?  Do you think it's fair that
all the other girls get all the attention, that they get picked for the
pep squads?  All I ever wanted to be was one of them, but." She tapered
off and buried her head in my chest.

I kissed the top of her head.  I knew what she was going to say, so I
finished for her.  ".but you never tried out, did you."

She sobbed, and shook her head.  "I knew I wasn't good enough."

I reached down and grabbed her chin and lifted her head up.  "And now.?"

She opened her eyes and looked at me.  I saw a fire burning in them.  She
stopped crying.  And she never stopped rotating her hips around on my
cock.  "From now on, I'm going to go after what I want.  Like this." She
indicated my hard prick by squeezing it with her internal muscles.  "And
if that isn't fair, tough shit.  They can make their own arrangements."

I smiled.  Janet smiled.  I kissed Sandi's forehead.  "Good girl," I
said.  Then I leaned down and whispered to her.  "If you want me to come
early, just ask.  I will do anything I can for you.  OK?"

"Oh, Chris!  Thank you!  OH!  I'm cominnnnnnngggg." Sandi clung to me
like a leech on a cock.  I could feel her cunt actually sucking me deeper
into her body.  She shuddered and throbbed on my rampant cock for several
minutes and then lifted herself off my tall member.

"Thank you, Mr.  Mattson." She leaned down and cleaned my cock with her
tongue and mouth, even sucking my balls clean.  Three times.  She only
jumped slightly when she felt Janet's tongue cleaning the insides of her
thighs.  But the groans she made with her mouth around my prick just
about set me off.  Janet was hampered by Sandi's shorts, but it was
obvious that both of them enjoyed what was happening.  And that it would
happen again, later.  Without the shorts.

Sandi paused in her cleaning efforts and looked up at me with a question
in her eyes.  I could see the first edges of doubt about her sexuality
creeping back in. 

"Both.  It's perfectly normal to like both, Sandi.  You're an attractive
woman.  To both men and women.  Enjoy it."

Sandi squeezed my cock in response and gave me one of the best blow jobs
I had ever had.  She had learned a lot in the last day or two.  When she
stuck a finger up my ass and massaged my prostate gland, I surprised all
three of us and filled her mouth with a bucket of cum.  She didn't waste
a drop and only had to share with Janet because Janet immediately kissed
her hard on the mouth and stuck her tongue in to get some of my gism. 
They dueled at length before Janet pulled back and sighed.

"Think we can cancel the staff meeting, Sandi?"

Sandi groaned.  "They're already on their way.  We'll have to straighten
up, Miss Crandell."

"Why, Sandi!  How can you call me `Miss Crandell,' when I'm standing here
with your pussy juice on my face?  Call me Janet, OK?"

The two women hugged.  I was forgotten, my semi-stiff cock still hanging
out of my shorts.

"And you," Janet said to me, "put that thing away.  It's caused enough
'trouble' for now."

The staff meeting was anti-climatic.  Although a couple of the staffers
with sensitive olfactory senses did sniff the air and give me a queer
look.  Apparently the pungent aroma of Sandi's secretions were
detectable. 

The rest of the day past without incident, except that during the morning
the fondling and quick feels by the staff became a bit more insistent and
frenzied.  I was in an almost constant state of arousal the entire day,
with the engorged head of my cock visible and on display below the cuff
of my shorts.  The campers didn't seem to mind, in fact, several of them
started to copy the example of their older leaders and began fondling and
feeling it whenever they happened to pass within arm's reach, or could
find some excuse to sit and grind on my lap.

Janet watched this process with an amused grin on her face.  Several
times during the day I swear she told some of the younger campers to come
over and `torment' me in some soft way or another.  It was particularly
hard not to plow those tight cunts when they had you firmly in the grasp
of their tiny hands and looked up at me with those delightfully smiling
eyes and asked me the most mundane question imaginable.  I was in heaven,
and I think Janet knew it.

And then it stopped.  Like a light going off.  Right after lunch.  The
girls would come right up to me, stand a smidgen away from me and not
touch.  Time after time.  I wasn't sure which was more exciting: The
touching or the tantalizing.  It didn't make any difference to me, I was
as hard as a rock, regardless.  I loved these little sex games they were
playing.  It kept everything on a friendly level with everyone knowing
what was going on, and no one got their feelings hurt.

I knew things were wide open when the first girl that night kissed me on
my nose and said, "I want what Melody got," and then stripped and sat on
my face.  So did the second girl and the third.  But this type of service
took longer and it was getting late.  The last several of the nocturnal
visitors began coming into my room in pairs.  One would sit on my face,
the other would climb on my cock.  Some of them even began kissing and
fondling each other they were getting serviced by me.  I'm sure a lot of
activity continued on after they left me back in the dormitory later on
that night.  And when they were all done, the Skipper visited me.

She slipped in and was naked in my arms before I heard her.  She was just
suddenly there and, at first I thought it was a dream.  But dreams don't
feel that good, and this felt tremendous.  We kissed and I tasted a new
flavor.

"I see you had another meeting with Sandi, Skipper."

"Uh-huh.  I thought she need a good chewing out." She laughed.  "She
didn't seem too upset about it, though."

"Did she do you, too.?"

"Oh, God, yes.  She really is a fast learner, you know."

I was silent.  "Next time, can I watch?"

I caught a jab in the ribs.  "Would that turn you on, sailor?"

"Just thinking of the picture of the two of you making love to each other
gets me hard." I hugged her to me tighter.  "Thinking of you makes me
even harder, though." I thought about how sore she must have been after
our last bout.  "What would you like to do tonight?  Or do you just want
to cuddle?"

"Cuddle?  That's for wimps.  Unless you can't get it up, sailor.  Then
I'll just go back to Sandi." She was teasing, as she was laying directly
on my rock hard cock.  It must have been giving her a stomach ache it was
prodding her so hard.

"So what's your pleasure, Ma'am?"

She leaned down and kissed my chin.  "I want it up my ass," she said
finally in a quiet, but firm voice.  "It hurt like hell, but I loved it. 
I'm going to learn how to relax like Julie told me and take that monster
all the way up there.  Do you mind?"

Did I mind?  Offering me the finest ass I had ever fucked?  Did she think
I was crazy?  Hell, no, I didn't mind.  But I didn't want to appear too
anxious.

"You're sure?  I'd hate to hurt you again."

She lifted herself up and positioned her asshole over the tip of my cock. 
She lowered herself gingerly down until about three inches were inside
her.  She had pre-lubed her ass with enough gel so that some of it leaked
out and ran down the exposed shaft of my cock, preparing it for deeper
penetration.  With a determined grunt she took the rest of my throbbing
prick deep up inside her rectal recesses.

"Was that better?"

"Hey, it's always good for me.  Was it better for you?"

"Yesssssss.  Can you feel it?  I can't stop the spasms.  They just ripple
through me, one after the other.  They start at my shitter and go to my
toes and fingers and the tips of my nipples.  My hair feels funny, too,
like its alive.  God, I love this.  And it doesn't hurt now."

She still hadn't moved.  "Pull up a little and then slide back
down." As she did, I slipped my hand under her and let her impale her
self on my extended middle finger.  With my thumb I found and pressed on
her clit.  She went wild.  I thought my finger would break she was
squeezing it so hard.  She was laughing, sobbing, yelling, blubbering and
so on all at once.  Until her system finally spent itself of all her
built up tension and she relaxed on my chest.

"Sailor?"

"What, Skipper?"

"Watching all the girls tease you all day really turned me on.  I didn't
realize how much."

"Do you think it was a good idea with the campers?"

"Hey none of those girls had ever seen a prick before, so I let them have
their chance to see a real good one."

"Those were all virgins?" She giggled as my prick seemed to swell to
twice its normal size in her ass. 

"Well, they are for now.  Who knows if they will be by the end of camp."
She slid up and down a bit on my cock.  "But before you get them, I have
one more chore for you to take care of."

"Your cunt?," I asked, hopefully.

"That, too, but I didn't think that was a chore, you bastard!" She
pummeled my chest with her tiny fists in mock anger.  "I need you to
'fix' one of the staff.  Diane.  I don't know what's wrong with her."

I tried to picture Diane in my mind.  All I got was a faceless blonde
with high thrusting knockers.  I had heard comments about a silicone job,
but something didn't match up with her personality and a boob job.  I
also didn't recall her being one of the active participants of my torture
earlier that day.  Or of her coming in for an exam earlier.  She was
friendly enough, cheerful, outgoing, well spoken.  But not horney?  Give
me a break.  She was either tremendously self disciplined or had a wire
loose somewhere.

The Skipper was continuing, "I want you to spend some time with her.  As
much as you need.  I would suggest a canoe trip across the lake, if you
don't mind my suggestions."

"You're all right with this?," I asked, still not believing my luck or
this woman's attitude.

"Do you love me?," she asked me quietly.

"Yes," I answered immediately.  I didn't have to think about it.  It was
true.

"Then I'm all right with it.  Do what ever it takes," she instructed. 
"But first, roll me over and fuck my ass off, will you, sailor?"

Always obey the skipper, my training manual said.  So I did.


The Camp Nurse

Chapter 5b - The Canoe

by  Nightshade

3/97


The next day after lunch I wandered down to the docks to find Diane
waiting for me with a back pack.  A canoe had already been loaded with
food and a sleeping bag.  One bag.  Diane stared at me hard and with a
bit of a look of distaste or loathing when she saw the single bag, but
said nothing.  In fact, she actually sounded cheerful and would have
fooled me, but I had seen her eyes.  We loaded the rest of our gear in
and took off.

About a mile into the trip, we both began to work up a sweat.  We took a
break and took off our sweatshirts, leaving me bare-chested and Diane in
the tiniest bikini top I had ever seen.  She sure wasn't shy about
showing her body!  She was extremely fair, as some blondes are, and I
leaned forward to rub sun screen on her shoulders.  Just as I touched her
I felt a twitch or a shudder, as if she reflexively pulled away, but then
she relaxed, looked over her shoulder at me and gave me such a smoldering
look that I would have jumped her right then if it hadn't been that all
the pieces didn't fit right.  I grinned back at her, finished applying
the sun screen and indicated the far shore.  I swear she looked puzzled
that I hadn't done anything. 

We got to the far shore and found a beach and a nice clearing.  We pulled
the boat up, unloaded our gear and set up a small camp.  I had left the
sleeping bag in the boat.  When that was done, I unrolled a towel on the
beach, stripped to my bathing suit and called over my shoulder as I dove
into the cool water, "Last one in is a rotten egg!"

She responded to the childish dare, stripped off her shorts and joined me
in the water.  Her suit was not meant for water and turned almost
transparent, exposing her charms to anyone who would look.  But I didn't. 
OK, I tried real hard not to, but would you be able to not look at a near
naked woman playing in the water with you?  I tried to studiously force
myself to look directly into her eyes when I looked at her.  But it was
hard.  I had thought her top was small.  Her bottoms almost didn't exist. 
They were essentially a string around her waist and a second string
through her crotch with a wide patch of thin cloth in the front.  She was
totally naked underneath.  The string had long ago buried itself between
her cunt lips and they were clearly visible as she jumped and splashed in
the water. 

It was one of the hardest things I ever did to not take her up on her
blatant offer.  Somehow, I knew I had to make her ask for it.  Otherwise
she would consider me just another aggressive male.

When we got out of the water, I collapsed on my towel in the sand and lay
there soaking up the sun.  I had my head turned away from her, but I
could tell by the shuffling and rearranging that she was surprised we
were not doing the dirty deed.  I grinned to myself.  It was like a game.

I don't know how long we lay there, but suddenly it got dark.  And wet. 
A sudden storm had blown in over the lake and was sitting right on top of
us.  The backpacks were waterproof and everything else but us and the
towels were undercover, but we were getting soaked.  We had just been in
the water, but somehow this was wetter.

I went over to the canoe and called Diane.  I tipped the canoe over and
pushed her under it and then crawled in behind her.  It was quite roomy,
but there was no way we could lay there without touching.  I spread the
bench cushions on the ground and used the sleeping bag for a pillow.  We
lay down side by side on the makeshift bed and prepared to wait out the
storm. 

It didn't stop.  It was finally too dark to go back that night.  We were
stranded at the other end of the lake. 

I think we finally got tired of not talking.  I know Diane was not a
normally quiet person, and I have been known to talk as well on occasion. 
I think it may have started when she finally stopped avoiding me and put
her arm up around my neck.  It wasn't in passion, but for comfort.  I
grinned at her and leaned back and closed my eyes.  I think that was when
she started talking.  I think she asked me why I hadn't done anything to
her.  She knew what was going on at camp, even encouraged her girls to
take advantage of their scheduled visits.  So why had I not tried
anything with her?

I had to think about that one.  I told her I got a sense that she really
didn't want me to do anything.  She may have expected it, she may have
even accepted my advances out of a sense of duty or obligation to someone
or to me, but I didn't think she really wanted to have sex.

Why do they always cry?  At least I knew I was on the right track when I
felt the salty drops falling on my arm.  But I had no idea how screwed up
this young woman was.  Her story was simple, but devastating.

As a little girl, she had always wanted to be a cheerleader.  Her mother,
also a beautiful woman, had been a cheerleader in high school and had
then gotten married early and had Diane.  As Diane developed into the
gorgeous creature she was, her mother encouraged her and helped her as
much as possible.  Except for  two things. 

The first was that, for some reason, Diane's mother was convinced that
the evidence of nipples showing was in extremely bad taste and worse,
wicked.  So as soon as Diane began to develop nipples her mother would
put tape on them before the games so they wouldn't show.  She began using
heavier and heavier tape, which not only caused Diane considerable
embarrassment, but was painful to remove.  And it wasn't always
successful.  One night, after a particularly rousing cheer, the dreaded
nipples popped through the tape.  Diane's mother and father had attended
that game.  Both of them came onto the basketball court and dragged her
home.  She was incredibly embarrassed by their actions.

When they got home, her mother locked her in her room for about an hour
and then flung open the door and stormed into the room.  She had made her
take off her sweater and bra and then her mom ripped the tape from her
breasts.  She then held up two small cylinders.  They were about a
quarter inch around and about a half inch long.  They were sections from
wooden dowel.  Her mother pressed one of the dowels against her right
nipple, forcing it to invert on itself.  She pushed until the dowel was
flush with the front surface of her breast and then put a piece of tape
over it to hold it in place.  She repeated the process with the other
breast.

Diane was in tears.  It hurt.  Terribly.  But her mother said that this
was the only way she could be a cheerleader in public ever again.  So she
suffered through it, finally getting so she would insert the plungers
herself before the games.

The second thing that her mother had done was to instill in Diane an
absolute fear of any and all pleasurable, as is sexy, feelings.  She had
done this by spanking not only her fingers, but her clitoris when she was
a little girl and had been caught exploring her own body in the bath tub. 
Later, she had poured burning hot water, not quite scalding, over her
vaginal area when she was older and had been caught diddling herself. 
She had been caught ten times, until she simply lost the urge to
masturbate. 

I, for one, was amazed at her persistence.  I would have quit after being
burned once, maybe twice.  But it did confirm my suspicions that there
was a passionate woman hidden deep in this body beside me.  Now, how to
dig it out?

"Diane, what can I do for you?," I asked into the darkness.  "What would
you like me to do?"

"Nothing.  Nothing works.  It all feels like blah."

"Can I at least give it a try?"

She looked at me.  "Why?  Why bother?"

"Because I care about you.  I hate to see you missing this side of your
life."

"What about Janet?  I thought you cared about her."

'ANGER!  DANGER!  Dive!  Dive!' went off in my head.  I answered
carefully, but honestly.  "I care about Janet very much.  But we both
think I may be able to help you."

"How?  By fucking me up the ass?  It doesn't work, I've tried.  No, thank
you," she said bitterly.

"That was a cheap shot, Diane."

"Sorry.  But I've heard that's what you like."

"I like all kinds of sex.  Including anal.  But only if the partner is
willing.  Have you ever heard of me forcing anyone?"

There was a long silence.  Finally, "No.  That's always puzzled me."

We lay there a while.  The rain still dripped on our roof, the canoe, but
we could hear the sounds of the forest around us and the lapping of the
waves on the beach a few feet from our spot.  It was surprisingly warm in
spite of the storm and we were both still in our bathing suits.

"Chris, would you kiss me?"

I leaned over to kiss her and she turned her head away from me.  In the
faint light I could see her flushed cheeks.

"Not there.  Down there."

Bingo!  She had asked for something.  I held myself in check so I
wouldn't seem to be rushing and began to wander down her lovely body.  I
got to her chest and nuzzled one of the swatches of cloth up and over her
breast, baring it to my lips.  I suckled on her tit and sucked out the
wooden plunger.  She was still wearing them.  I spit it out.

"Not there, either."

I moved over to the other tit.  Sure enough, I sucked another chunk of
wood out of it. 

"Lower.  Stop teasing me."

I focused on her navel.  She began to move, but microscopically.  But it
was movement.

"Lower.  Suck my thingy."

"Your `thingy'?," I asked her.

"My vagina and clitoris." She paused.  "Suck my cunt!  There, is that
what you want to hear?"

"Is that what you want me to suck?," I fired back.

"Yes, damit!  Now do it.  Please?"

The last plea was done in such a voice I couldn't have refused.  And I
had no intention of refusing.  I lowered my mouth to her cunt lips and
immediately got my tongue caught under her bikini bottom.  I untied to
two sides and drew away the insignificant covering.  I urged her legs up
and she slipped them over one of the crossbeams of the canoe over our
heads.  It lifted her knees up and out, spreading her wide open before
me.  I lowered my mouth back down to her now exposed box and began to
feast.

I went slowly.  Something told me I would be there a while, but at that
time I had no idea how long that would turn out to be.  Diane's cunt was
dry.  Well, not dry, but not wet, either.  As I licked and sucked and
poked and prodded she would occasionally sigh, but other than that, there
was no response.  Occasionally she would shift to another position to get
comfortable, but no response.  But she never asked me to stop, either. 
Of course, if I had been in her place with a guy willing to eat my pussy
all night long, I wouldn't have asked him to stop.  I guess.

Anyway, that was exactly what I did.  I ate her all night long.  Of
course, it didn't seem that long as I was busy doing what I love almost
more than fucking.  But first light came and we were still at it.  The
first change came about 6:00 am.  Suddenly, I got a reaction.

"Ooooooohhhhhh.  God, Chris, look!"

I raised my head.  "What happened?"

"My nipple popped up!  God, it feels so good!"

An hour later the second nipple popped up.  They were about an inch out
from her firm breasts, standing stiff and angry red in the morning light. 
She was staring at them in amazement. 

"I never thought I'd see them again." She spoke of them as if they were
her friends who had gone away.  In a way, they were.

"Diane, kiss them," I instructed her.

While I went back to work in her pussy, she did that incredibly sexy move
women do and cupped her breasts and brought them up to her lips.  Her
pointed little tongue sneaked out of her mouth and flicked against the
right nipple.  She stiffened and arched her back.  She flicked her tongue
against the left one and stiffened again. 

I had lifted my head when she stiffened the first time.  As I bent again
to my task, I got a huge surprise.  And I do mean huge.  Her clit had
stiffened as well and popped up.  It was about the size of my little
finger, and it was a good two inches long or longer and about as thick. 
It took a little convincing on my part to myself that it wasn't a cock,
and I sucked it into my mouth.  I got a little squeal.  I sucked harder
and rimmed it with my tongue.  I got a louder squeal.  I bobbed my head
up and down on it, sucked it and nipped it with my teeth.  She came.  A
small, short, tiny shuddering orgasm, but she did come.

I licked up her flow of cum juice and began tongue fucking her in earnest
now.  Even though my jaw was sore and my tongue was beginning to ache, I
kept going.  At eight o'clock she had her second orgasm.  Still nothing
to write home about to Mom, but for her it was earth shattering.  When
she finished trembling, she lay still.  I continued petting her cunt with
shriveled fingers and a tired tongue.

Suddenly, she lifted those strong cheerleader legs and raised the canoe
off of us and kicked it out of the way.  She grabbed my ears and pulled
me up to her so we lay face to face, with me on top of her.

"Fuck me, Chris.  Fuck me now."

That was going to be easy to do, as when I had slid up her body, my hard
cock had partially penetrated into her pussy.  A slow thrust buried it in
to the hilt. 

Nothing.

I had expected some reaction.  But she didn't even sigh or anything.  I
looked at her and it looked like she was gritting her teeth.

"Diane, relax!  I won't tell your mother if you enjoy yourself.  But
don't quit on me now!"

She glared at me reflexively, defensive of my attack on her mother.  But
then she smiled as she realized her teeth were clenched.  Her face
softened.

"It's so hard to let go."

"I know.  Take your time.  I'm in no hurry."

"What about all those young girls who didn't get their turns last night? 
Don't you want to get back to them?"

"And miss this?" I gave a sharp thrust into her cunt.  This time she gave
an imperceptible groan.  "Besides, they'll just be hornier when we get
back."

She gave a short laugh.  "You're a baaad boy, Mr.  Mattson!" And then she
started moving her hips to fuck herself on my cock.

I have mentioned it takes me a long time, about two hours, to orgasm and
that I can stay hard between bouts.  So when I say I came three times,
that calculates out to a six hour fuck session.  But by the end of the
six hours, she was beginning to come alive.  I heard moans and groans and
she was beginning to shriek when she came.  But I was just about at the
end of my strength.  I was thinking of renaming the camp to Camp Raw-Raw-
Raw.

When she pushed me off of her and rolled me onto my elbows and knees, I
didn't resist.  When she kneeled up behind me, it still didn't register. 
The slick finger up my ass got me wondering what was going on, and when
she bellied up to my ass, I began to squirm.  I wasn't into this.  I told
her so.  She told me she wouldn't tell anyone, but that if I let her do
me, she would let me do her.  I was still unsure, but by that time I felt
the slender shaft of her clit slide into my ass.  She groaned.  It was
too late.  I was deflowered.

"Oh, God.  That feels great!  Ooohhh, you're so tight.  It's like you're
sucking on it and squeezing it and OOOOHhhhhh!  YYYYeeessssss!"

Diane didn't stop thrusting even as she came and it led her to her next
climax, and then again.  Finally, she leaned over my back, rubbing her
now firmly erect nipples into my straining back muscles.  She reached
around and grasped my still hard cock.  She had lubricant in her hand and
it was a tremendously good feeling as she jerked me off while fucking my
ass.  To say I didn't enjoy it wouldn't be true, but I didn't think I
would do it again.  But the feeling of her hard breasts pressing into my
back and her hand slicking up and down my prick only augmented the
strange feeling of being invaded from behind.  It felt good, but I didn't
come.

After her fourth or fifth building climax, she pulled out.  She knelt
down as I had been and offered up her ass to me.  It was gorgeous.  Full
and round, her fleshy orbs quivered with the spasms of her last orgasm. 
I didn't have to be invited twice.  I brought the head of my rampant cock
to her tiny tight pink orifice, and pushed it in.  She grunted, but did
not pull away.  I stopped and rested until I felt her begin to push back
on the rest of my shaft.  I slowly eased forward.  She expelled her
breath in a great big whoosh and began to immediately lunge back and
forth on my cock.  Her head was whipping her long blonde hair into a
tangled frenzy.  Her boobs were jiggling like mounds of firm Jell-O.  She
fucked herself for a while and then froze. 

The whole forest got strangely quiet.  Then I heard a sound like I had
never heard before.  It started out as a high pitched whine that slowly
dropped in pitch like the sound that the WWII bombs made when they fell
from the airplanes in the old movies.  As the sound came into normal
range, it changed to a Whoop, Whoop, Whoop, Whoop sound, each whoop
rising in pitch at the end like the song of the whooping crane.  The
whooping finally faded and I realized that the sounds were coming from
Diane.  And that she had just about squeezed my prick off with that
climax. 

"Again, Chris.  Do it again!  That was great!"

The second time came sooner, but the noise she made was the same.  After
this one she pulled off my prick.

"We'd better get back, Chris.  It's getting late." She was energized from
her orgasms and looked as fresh as when we had started out. 

I looked at my watch.  It was about three o'clock in the afternoon.  We
still had about three hours to get back.  We loaded the canoe and pushed
it into the water.  I started to get in the back as before, but Diane had
other ideas.  She directed me to lay down on my back the floor of the
canoe with my legs up and over the sides.  She got in and straddled my
cock, letting it slide up into her cunt.  She shoved off and began to
paddle towards the camp.  With each stroke, she shifted the paddle from
one side to the other.  As she shifted, she would lift up on my cock and
then plunge back down.  After a while she looked down at me.

"Well, don't just lay there, grab onto my tits!" Of course, I complied. 
She paddled a bit longer and then sang her climax song again.  The canoe
coasted for a while.  She panted, trying to catch her breath.  I could
feel the tension leaving her body as she became more and more relaxed
after each cum.  And she got more energy.  She lifted up and let my cock
slip out of her, and I thought that was the end of it.  But she reached
down and held me upright and then settled back down, this time letting me
slide up her shit chute.  She turned and paddled away from the camp this
time, like a sail boat would tack into the wind to make head way.  She
paddled and fucked herself until she sang her song again, and then she
shifted me back into her cunt and paddled back towards camp.

Back and forth we tacked all afternoon, the cries of the falling bombs
and whooping cranes resounding up and down the hidden valley throughout
the journey home.  For my part, I held on to those smooth orbs as long as
I could, but eventually gravity, the gentle rocking of the boat as it
meandered back to camp, and the lack of sleep got the best of me.  I must
have passed out and gone to sleep.  Not the worst way to go, if I do say
so myself.

The bumping of the canoe against the dock roused me slightly from my
sleep and I looked up into the concerned faces of the staff leaning over
looking down into the canoe at me.  In my best Ricci Ricardo impression I
looked up at Janet and said' "Oh Lucy, I'm hooome." And immediately went
back to sleep. 

Mission accomplished.


The Camp Nurse

Chapter 6.  Virgin Territory

by NightShade

3/97

I was out for a long time.  I don't remember any visitors that night, but
I do have a vague recollection of a soft, warm body or two cuddling next
to mine in my bed.  Come to think of it, I don't remember getting out of
the canoe and into the bed.  I was, however, rousted out of bed every 6
hours for Diane's 'therapy'.

It seems that Diane's nipples re-inverted about every six hours, and she
needed to have sexual stimulation reapplied to them or, more
specifically, to her cunt.  Somehow the other girls, with a lot of
helpful input from Diane, decided that the best stimulation would be in
the form of a hard fuck.  Now, normally I wouldn't mind the horrible
chore of having to boff a beautiful woman four times a day, but there was
a small, or rather a large problem.  My pecker was raw.  Rubbed raw.

It hadn't been noticeable when Diane and I had been fucking for 12 to 18
hours straight, but apparently, her cunt juice acted like a skin softener
and moisturizer.  Maybe that's why that part of a woman is always so soft
and tender.  Ever hear of chapped cunt lips?  Or a crunchy one?  Neither
have I.  But after having been marinated in that delectable sauce for
that long and having been that active, the outer layer of skin of my
prick had been debrided and left the subcutaneous nerve endings and blood
vessels nearly exposed.  Kind of like jacking off with sandpaper, or so I
would imagine.  So when they woke me up and began licking and sucking on
my cock to get it ready for her therapy session, I screamed in pain and
fainted dead away.

My prick, however, single minded as it is, performed great, but it did it
without my participation.  Diane had to do all the work that first time,
not that she minded.  The rest of the staff thought I was sleeping and
they were kidding Diane that she had worn me out. 

Mock congratulations were offered and there was much more kidding as they
declared her the unofficial best fuck in camp.  Some asked her what it
was like to screw a sleeping man, some commented - jokingly - that she
must be a lousy lay to have me fall asleep while she was in the saddle. 
It wasn't until she had slipped off my member that they saw the blood. 
At first they thought it was her, and checked her out thoroughly.  But
there was no injury they could see and were about ready to dismiss it
when the staffer, Julie, I think, who was cleaning me up, started
yelling.  A few of the exposed surface vessels had burst.  Nothing
serious, but you would have thought it was the end of the world.  Some of
the girls started crying, one started screaming hysterically.  Only Julie
and Janet kept their heads.  Julie kept cleaning me up and discovered the
minor, but messy, nature of the injury and stopped the bleeding, while
Janet cleared the room, swearing the weeping and wailing women to secrecy
and silence. 

There was as much chance of that happening as having an annual snow
sculpture contest in Malibu Beach, CA.  Within seconds it seemed the
entire camp was gathered around the dispensary, holding vigil.  I heard
later it was quite lovely.  Someone got the candles from the dining hall. 
A guitar strummed softly.  A quiet All-American girl hoe down.  Soft
singing muffled the occasional sobs of the heart broken.  Very touching.

All sarcasm aside, I was deeply moved when I heard about it.  However,
during the event the only thing I remember is having a dream about
falling bombs, wild birds whooping and an incredible sucking vagina on my
penis.  Pretty much my usual dream stuff.

Janet wrapped my stiff swollen cock in an oil rich lotion to replace the
lipids leeched out by the extended marinating.  She and Julie, and
eventually some of the rest of the staff, took turns swabbing and soaking
my penis in the healing fluid.  In order to expose as much of the
roughened skin to the balm as possible, they felt I needed to be fully
erect.  So they gently stroked the shaft with their soft finger tips,
gently luring it to its full swollen length.  What my amateur nurses
didn't, and couldn't, know was that those were the very exact motions I
used as an adolescent to train my cock to hold off for two hours before
spewing my wad, and to come back to attention almost immediately.  And in
my exhausted state, I must have reverted to that age, because every two
hours I blasted off.  Like clockwork.  Like Old Faithful.  It got to be a
contest to see which of the girls could catch my jism in her mouth.  I
love a girl who really gets into her work.

And every six hours, Diane came in for her therapy.  The second time, at
twelve hours, there was almost a mutiny.  But Janet sided with her and
Diane agreed to hump me only until her nipples popped back out.  Which
was, for her , too soon.  She didn't get to get off, but then, neither
did I.  After she had reluctantly un-impaled herself from my rampant
member, I was scrutinized with extreme care by several pairs of hands and
eyes and at least one tongue.  There was no visible set back to the
healing process and peace was soon reestablished in the camp.

Later, when I heard that Janet had been willing to sacrifice the possible
well-being of my precious penis for the benefit of a couple of inverted
nipples, I nearly got angry.  But only nearly, because at the time she
told me, she was performing an incredible sexual act on me, and anger
would not have been appropriate or appreciated.  By the time I got back
around to thinking of it again and bringing it up, she pulled that
frustrating female thing of looking at me with that look that says, "We
already discussed that.  Don't drag up old issues."  Some day I'm going
to figure out how they do that.

Except for the visits by Diane and the constant stroking by the endless
volunteers at my bedside, I was left in peace for the next 36 hours. 
Which left me fairly horny.  I mean, all that fore play and only one fuck
every six hours.  I had been used to a lot more and was ready and raring
to go.  The first ones to help me out of my pent up state were the two
campers who just happened to be stroking my prick when I finally felt
strong enough to fuck somebody.  Or some thing.  I really didn't care in
the state I was in. 

I leaned over to kiss one of them, pulling her on top of me.  She saw the
gleam in my eye and squealed.  A recent alumnus of the speed stripping
class, she was nude and settled on my prick before her partner knew what
was going on.  The partner tried to push the first camper off her perch,
kind of a Queen of the Mountain game, until I slipped a finger up inside
her shorts.  She kind of froze in her tracks and got a glazed look in her
eyes.  She was slower getting naked, being one of the younger campers,
but soon her smooth naked pussy lips were being caressed by my lips, my
tongue skewering her and giving her a song to sing.

The song was soon heard all over the camp and a cheer went up.  It was a
cheerleader camp, after all.  That night and the two nights thereafter
the visitors came in as before.  Although they did seem more eager, if
that were possible.

But there was still the problem of Diane and her nipples.  No matter what
they tried, they couldn't get them to stay out.  I had had a lot of time
to think about it and thought I had a solution.  I talked to the arts and
crafts instructor, and described to her the design of what I had in mind. 
She fired up her furnace and soon I had a pair of odd shaped pieces of
jewelry.  Her workmanship had been outstanding and when I asked her how
much it would cost, she said "Two hours," with a wicked twinkle.  I gave
a big tip on top of the payment.  She deserved it.

When Diane came in for her 'therapy', Janet was there, as always.  I
think she was getting jealous of the regularity with which I was fucking
Diane. 

"I think I have a way to keep your nipples out, Diane," I said.  I showed
her the jewelry.  They looked like two small wide funnels with no drain
spouts.  Just a 3/8" hole in the center with two small notches 180
degrees opposed to each other.  I fit them up to her tits, and they fit
exactly over her areolae, leaving the tiny buds of her nipples exposed. 

She looked at me curiously.

"How's that supposed to keep them up?"

With a wicked grin, I held up the second half of the puzzle.  Even Janet
gasped as she saw what I had in my hand.  Two barbell piercing studs. 
But both of them agreed it would work.  And I could smell the scent of
cunt juice filling the office.  Someone was excited about piercing
Diane's nipples and it wasn't just me!

Of course, before we could pierce them, we had to capture them out in the
open, so I gallantly volunteered to go in after them.  I took a
circuitous route, probing with my prick as far up her cunt as I could
shove it, trying to flush them out.  The attempt was laborious, requiring
several advances and retreats, but it was not in vain.  The two future
shish-kabobs poked up nicely and Janet was able to grab a hold of them
and gently pull them out.  First she threaded the stiffened nipple
through the center hole of the small funnel, and pressed it firmly,
cupping the tip of Diane's tit in the concave ring.  Then she deftly
pierced each one and inserted the stud, sterilizing and cleaning
thoroughly as she went along.  When she was finished, it looked as if
Diane was wearing tiny metal pasties. 

We waited for an hour and the cure seemed to have worked.  The studs
rested in the notches of the internal rim and held the nipples proudly
out.  The only side effect we could determine was that Diane seemed
hornier than normal.  She drooled from both mouths, upper and lower, had
a glazed look in her eye, and had a mini-orgasm with every fourth or
fifth step.  I silently took a bet with myself that Diane would soon take
up jogging, which she did that next summer.  Became world class, too, but
had a hell of a time getting through the metal detectors in the airports
on the way to the international meets.

With the problem of Diane solved and camp routine back to normal, it was
suddenly the last week of the training for the campers.  Sandi, the
administrator's assistant, came up to me after dinner on the first night
of the last week.  A big grin split her face.  With the makeup and
clothes she was now wearing, she was getting to be one of the hottest
women in camp.  She had really come out of her shell.  The smile just
added to her natural appeal.

"So.  Is the mighty Mr. Mattson ready for tonight?," she asked
seductively.

The way she said it, I understood she was referring to my prick as the
'mighty Mr. Mattson'.  But I hadn't heard a word about anything special
going on.  I grinned back.  "I'm always ready, Sandi, especially for
you."

She blushed.  Bright red.  She still wasn't used to her new erotic
persona.  It made her even more appealing.  "N-N-No-o. N-N-Not me
tonight," she sighed, disappointedly.  "You haven't heard?"

I shook my head in the negative.

"The next three nights are for the 'new girls'."

I furrowed my brow.  I had not heard the helicopter bringing in any new
girls.  "New girls?," I asked.

Sandi blushed even deeper.  She reached up and pulled my head down so she
could whisper in my ear.  I could also see right down her blouse at a set
of cute firm mounds of flesh and was going to reach up and touch the
erect nipple of one of them, but that thought actually left my head as
she whispered, "Yeah, 'new girls'.  Virgins.  Tonight the visitors will
all be virgins.  New girls."

I nearly came right then.  Three nights of virgin territory.  A pederasts
wet dream come true.  I noticed Sandi looking at me with a funny look and
this time it was my turn to blush.  I didn't need to , but I followed her
gaze down and I saw my cock, which had sprung up iron hard at the thought
of all those cherries.  It had found its way out over the top of my
shorts, and spurted a great big glob of sperm onto the bare flesh just
above Sandi's tits.

"Why, Thank you, Mr. Mattson!", she teased me, wiping the creamy white
fluid off her chest with her fingers and then licking them clean.  "I'd
say he was ready, wouldn't you, Janet?"

I whirled around.  I had not heard Janet come up behind me.  She looked
down and saw my exposure and watched Sandi finish her special dessert. 
Gently, she took the exposed part of my cock in her hands and covered it
up with them.  She had to move her hands up and down constantly to keep
the whole thing covered completely and conscientiously did her best to
protect the campers from seeing my exposure.  "I asked you to keep this
under cover, Mr. Mattson," she said sternly.  Her looks and touch belied
the tone of her voice.  Her eyes were dancing in the evening light,
laughing at my obvious excitement of the coming - or cumming - events of
the next three evenings.  She was excited, too.

We separated when I could finally fit back into my shorts.  It took a
while, because the fact that it was Janet who was holding my prick in her
tiny soft hands was as arousing to me as the thought of all the cherry
picking.  She didn't seem to be in any rush, either, and kept up a patter
of small talk about this and that for quite a while.  To this day, the
only things I can remember from that conversation are the feel of her
hands and the clear blue color of her eyes as they gazed up into mine. 
For me, right then, nothing else existed.  She still teases me about it. 
But I still react the same way whenever she holds me like that. 
Absolutely Pavlovian.

Back in the dispensary that evening, time dragged by.  I did the
inventory in the clinic, bandaged a few knees, wrapped a sprained ankle,
and dried more than a few tears.  A normal evening.  But my mind was
elsewhere.  Torn between the thoughts of virgin twat and clear blue eyes. 
Both of those thoughts kept my cock hard and stiff, and elicited more
than a few knowing giggles from the dispensary patients.  Apparently,
everyone in camp knew but me.  Figured.

The first timid knock came at the door after an eternity of waiting. 

"Come in,"  I said softly.  I caught a brief silhouette against the hall
light as a pair of figures slipped into my room.

"Hello, sailor," came a familiar voice.

"Hello, Skipper.  You're early tonight."  The other figure giggled.

I felt her move close to my ear.  "I figured you might like a witness
that the girls were all here voluntarily."

I grinned and whispered back, "Thanks.  And this just wouldn't happen to
excite you, too, no?"  A quick jab in my ribs confirmed my suspicions. 

"This is Kim, Mr. Mattson.  This is her first time."  With that she
turned on a small light above my bed and melted into the deep shadows.  I
tried, but I couldn't see her.  Damn!

Kim stood shyly by herself at the edge of the pool of light in a light
blue short baby-doll nightgown.  Top only, no bottom, I noticed right
away.  She shifted uneasily from one foot to another, and there was a
gleam in her eye.

"Hello, Kim.  Why don't you come over here and sit down next to me."  I
held out my hand to her and she took it.  She followed my soft tugs and
sat gingerly down next to me.  Kim was one of the older girls.  16 or 17
years old.  I moved my arm and put it around her.  She was trembling.

"Kim, are you sure you want this?," I asked her.

""Uh-huh," came the reply.

"Well, if you want to stop at any time, all you have to do is say so,
OK?"

She nodded.  I grinned.

"You need to tell me things out loud, how you're feeling.  I can't hear
what you're thinking or feeling if you don't tell me, OK?  Now, did you
under...."

My question was stopped as she launched herself into my arms, wrapping
hers around my neck and shoving her talented young tongue down my throat. 
I took that to mean she understood.

With her in my arms, I began to explore the eager young body plastered to
me.  Smooth skin, but then, they all had smooth skin.  Her medium length
hair was up off her neck in a braid.  I freed my mouth from hers and
kissed the exposed areas of her neck.  I felt her shiver and her arms
tightened around my neck. 

I encountered a shoulder strap with a bow on the top of each shoulder. 
The satiny feel of her nightgown ended with a ruffled just above her firm
ass as my hands continued down her back.  I got her to relax her strangle
hold on my neck and laid her back on the bed beside me.  This allowed me
to explore her front areas.  She was a vision and I took a moment to
drink in her youthful beauty.

The nightgown was fastened by a single bow in front of her smallish tits. 
Her dark pink nipples were clearly visible through the material, and it
was obvious she was excited.  Or very cold in the middle of July.  She
caught at my hand as I tugged at the bow, indicating a slight hesitation
on her part.

"Should I stop?," I asked softly.

"No.  Please don't stop.  I, uh, I'm just a little scared."

As I pulled the inadequate covering away from her chest with a firm tug,
I leaned down and kissed her deeply.  I cupped and squeezed her firm
rubbery tits until I felt her relax and begin moaning into my mouth.  I
rearranged myself along side her on the bed.  She gave a small gasp as
she felt my swollen cock flop down across her leg.

"I-Is that your thing?"

"My what?"

"Your thing.  You know, your penis?"

"Yes, it's my cock, my pecker, my prick, my John Henry, the Mighty Mr.
Mattson, among other names.  No one calls it a penis but my doctor."

"Oh."  She giggled at the variety of names, especially the last one.

I was still.  Well, kind of.  I had her tit in my hand and I kept
kneading it gently, but firmly.  Her little tits were firm and hard, but
very sensitive, it seemed.  I felt them swelling up in my hand as her
arousal grew.  But I waited for her to make the next move.

It took a minute or three, but gradually the burning spot of contact on
her thigh captured her curiosity and her small hand slipped down and
touched my now hard prick.  She had her eyes closed tightly as she gently
explored it and, as she tried to reach her hand around it, I felt her
catch her breath.

"Does it really fit in me?"

"Perfectly, Kim.  It will fit perfectly."

I lowered my lips to her chest and sucked in a lonesome nipple which was
poking up at me, pleading for attention.  A shudder past through her body
and she grasped me a bit tighter and began stroking up and down.  A
natural rhythm.  I sucked and she stroked.  The excitement in her body
grew.  I felt her nipples harden even more, one against my palm, the
other in my mouth.

I switched teats.  This brought another groan, especially as the air
chilled her moistened flesh.  My hand, now free, ventured down her flat
stomach.  I trailed my fingers across the smooth surface, tracing erotic
patterns in the tiny hairs, dipping occasionally into the depression of
her navel.  She was humming unconsciously, and it was a tune I loved to
hear.

I followed my fingertips with my tongue and began to bathe her tummy with
my saliva.  The cooling of the moisture brought goose bumps to her skin,
roughening the texture.

My free hand again ventured lower, this time to her secret places.  Her
humming went up a note or two in pitch and urgency and her breathing was
a bit ragged now.  Her stoking hand became irregular in its up and down
motion and finally she abandoned altogether her grip on my prick for one
on the mattress as my fingertips brushed across her clit.  She stiffened
and cried out as a small taste of the orgasmic events to come coursed
through her slender frame. 

"Oh!, Thank you, Mr. Mattson," she sighed.

I looked up at her now open eyes, tiny tears leaking from the corners of
them.  "Are you finished?  Should I stop?," I asked her.

"You mean I can I have more than one?  I didn't know.  It felt so good. 
I don't want you to stop.  Please go....OH! OH! OH!"

She was rudely interrupted by my finger on her clit again, this time with
a bit more pressure.  I grinned to myself at her innocence.  And got back
to work.  One more step, and she would not refuse me her virginity, no
matter how big she thought my pecker was.  I lowered my mouth to her
smooth hairless pussy lips and breathed deep.  She smelled fresh and
young, but with a distinctive fragrance of musk.  I love that ready to
fuck scent a young girl gives off.

Her eyes were closed tight again after her last mini-climax, and she was
not aware of my intentions until she felt my tongue begin to wiggle its
way past her cunt lips and up into her pussy.  At first her hands moved
listlessly down as if  to push my head away and she protested quietly,
saying that she was dirty down there, etc.  Then the feelings from her
awakening cunt shorted out her reason and her knees automatically snapped
up to her tits, opening herself up to my tongue, my fingers and,
eventually, my cock.

She was mine.

I built up her tension level by eating her delicious cunt for quite a
while.  By the time I was done, she was delirious with passion, far past
any point of return.  Her young body was wound like a spring, waiting for
the big event that it knew was coming, even if she didn't.  Each climax
went a little higher and left her a little higher.  She was throwing her
head back and forth on my pillow and gripping the sheets with her hands. 
Her hair had become unbraided from her orgasmic thrashing and fell softly
around her shoulders.  She looked beautiful.  Delicious.  Fuckable.  I
judged she was ready.

I knelt up between her legs.  She sensed my movement and opened her eyes. 
She had a look of desperation in them.

"Please.  Do me.  Please.  Don't tease me any more.  Do me.  Now!  Fuck
me, Mr. Mattson."

What can I say?  When they ask me so nice, I can't say 'No", can I? 

I did her.

The fat tip of my cock lodged up against her pussy lips.  I let it rest
there impatiently while the lubrication from her pussy coated it.  A
gentle push opened the portal and the head of my cock forged into the
tight canal.  Her eyes opened wide as she felt her tissues staining to
adapt to the seeming monster invading her pussy.  But she did not tell me
to stop.  I doubt if I could have at that point.

Another small nudge pushed me in far enough to allow her cunt to close
around the rim of my cockhead.  Again I stopped for a moment to let her
adjust.  It also allowed the barrier membrane a little further up her
canal to begin to tear loose a bit because of the stretching.  Another
gentle nudge forward, and the tip of my cock was resting against her now
dangerously thin hymen.  I waited patiently for her to get comfortable,
and as I waited I felt the membrane give way, not with a rip, but with a
sigh.  She arched her back with a small gasp and slowly but determinedly
slid herself down on my cock, easily accepting about three quarters of it
inside her.  She had felt no pain.  I placed my hand down between us and
grabbed onto the base of my cock.  I didn't want to go too deep into her
this first time.  I could also use my thumb to rub her clitoris, keeping
her in a mindless fucking state for the duration of our coupling.

When she realized I was knee deep into her, she went wild.  I never moved
from my knees, never had to jerk or thrust.  Some of her moves were a bit
unexpected and unusual as this was her first experience, but this kid was
a natural born wild woman.  The only parts of her anatomy not in motion
were her neck and shoulders and they were the only things touching the
bed.  Everything else was a tornado of action, whipping her cunt up and
down on my cock.  She started screaming as she hit the big one, but she
didn't stop moving.  My thumb wouldn't let her as I kept up a constant
circling motion right on her sensitive nubbin.  Her actions increased, if
anything, and she went over the top again, this time fainting dead away
with a sharp scream.  Her body refused to obey her mind, however, and her
cunt muscles kept a firm, almost painful grip on my cock. 

She slowly came back around and hugged me tight around my neck, her lithe
body wracked with sobs.

"That was wonderful.  I didn't think I could get it all in me."  she
sobbed into my ear.  "I feel so good.  God, is my boyfriend going to be
surprised when I get him into the back seat."

I hated to tell her she hadn't taken in the whole thing.  I had never met
a girl or a woman who could on their first time.  I'm just too big.  But
after I told her I didn't go all the way in, she didn't seem to mind.  In
fact, she seemed more determined to take it all the next time.  Whenever
that would be. 

She left with a wet kiss and a sexy, "Thank you, Mr. Mattson."  I was
already looking forward to her next visit.  The last three inches always
surprised them, and I loved the look on their faces as they stuffed
themselves like gluttons at a buffet.  Pure ecstasy.

The light flicked out, and I was lost it the sudden darkness.

"God, I wish you had been my first.  But I think you may have spoiled her
for life."  The Skipper slipped down onto the bed beside me, finding her
way in the dark by soft gentle touches.

"Would you rather I hurt her?"

"Oh, no!  But she is going to compare the next couple of lovers she has
to you, and, unless their name happens to be Clark Kent, they won't be
equipped like you.  I hope her boyfriend doesn't disappoint her too much. 
You're almost too good, sailor."

"Hey,  I'm just an average guy doing the best I can."

A sharp jab in the stomach registered her disbelief of that statement. 
"You're far from average, sailor," she said softly, almost to herself. 
Then, with a short shake of her head, as if bringing her back to reality,
she got up off the bed and headed for the bathroom.  She brought back a
wet rag and a towel to dry with.

"Here.  Clean up.  It's nicer for the new girls if you're clean for them. 
They're nervous enough without having you smell like the previous girl."

I began to clean up, getting ready for the next one.  I sensed her
waiting, tapping her foot unconsciously as she stood there in the dark. 
"Is there a rush?  How many new girls are there?"

"If you do them all like Kim, you'll almost make it.  There are six new
girls."

"Oh, OK.  So, two tonight, two tomorrow and two the next night.  That
should be easy."

"Wrong, sailor.  Six tonight, six tomorrow night and six the next night. 
And I'm going to get mine each night, too.  I'm so horny right now I can
hardly keep from jumping you."

I shook my head in disbelief.  Eighteen.  Eighteen virgins.  I didn't
think there were that many over the age of 12 years old in the whole of
California, much less good looking ones, much less just the LA area. 
Well, there would be 18 fewer by the time camp was over. 

Grinning, I reached out and found the Skipper.  Her tight body was
covered in a light shirt which I ripped off of her in a single jerk and I
proceeded to take just about every liberty with her I could without
penetration.  She just stood there and let me, helping me, encouraging
me, urging me to violate her any way I could and wanted to.  So I did,
and by the time I was done, we were both gasping for breath.  Finally, I
pulled her to me and I kissed her hard and vicious.  I was tired of this
fucking cat and mouse game.

She melted into my arms, her resistance gone.  I could have done anything
to her at that moment, including turning on the light above my bed and
establishing her identity.  I knew it.  She knew it.  She knew I knew it.

But I didn't do anything.  To this day I don't know why.  I gently sat
her tight naked butt on my knee, pulled my fingers out of her cunt and
asshole, brushed the hair away from her sweaty face with my lips and
tenderly licked the tears trickling from her eyes. 

"Better see who's next," I told her.  "You know I can't fuck you if it
gets too light in here."  She gave a small sob.  "And Skipper, I need to
fuck you.  Bad!"


The Camp Nurse

Chapter 7.  The Party

by NightShade

4/97


Three nights later there were 18 fewer virgins in the greater LA area. 
Well, 17, technically.  On the second night, one of the younger girls had
stopped me just shy of that final nudge which would have disintegrated
her maidenhead.

Muffy (yes, that really was her name!) had cried out "Stop!" in mid
stroke and the Skipper was on me faster than an 18 year old virgin male
ejaculates.  I hadn't realized how strong she was until she actually
lifted me bodily off of the girl, who wasn't struggling. 

Muffy was lying quietly, tears streaming down her cheeks.  The Skipper
quickly checked and confirmed she was still intact, and breathed an
audible sigh of relief.  She began to comfort the small girl, stroking
her forehead and cheeks with the back of her hand.  The girl reached up
and caught her hand with hers and brought it to her lips and softly
kissed it.  Then she launched herself at me in the dark, finding her
target like a Patriot missile over Tel Aviv.  She wrapped her small arms
tightly around my neck, her tears dropping onto my bare shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mattson," she said softly. 

"That's OK, Muffy,"  I answered.  "It's nothing to be sorry about,
though.  I wouldn't want to do anything you didn't want to do."  Since I
wasn't balls deep inside her pussy, I felt I could lie with impunity. 
The female lie detection system was disabled, so to speak.

"Oh, but I wanted to!  I really do!  I'm just sorry that I couldn't let
you break through it and really fuck me good.  I want to soooo bad.  But
Daddy will check for it as soon as I get home and if it was gone, he
would get real mad and not let me come back next year."

"He'll check it?" asked the Skipper.  I could hear the incredulous
expression that must have been on her face in her voice.

"Yeah.  He gives me 'examinations,' as he calls them.  He bends me over
the back of the couch, lifts my skirt up over my head and pulls down my
panties around my ankles, sometime all the way off.  Then he thoroughly
examines my bottom, checking for 'hot spots' with his lips and tongue. 
He says those are the most sensitive areas of skin he has and that he can
tell if I have been messing around or been bad."

I couldn't see the Skipper's face in the dark, but it must have been
showing as much amazement as mine at Muffy's tale.  But I had to keep
reminding myself that this was her father, someone she trusted.  She
believed he was doing what he was doing for her own good, for the simple
reason that he had said so.  She had had nothing to compare his behavior
to, at least, not yet anyway, as she was just in Middle School.  I shook
my head in continued disbelief as she continued.

"First he rubs his hands all over my butt, real gentle like.  He draws
circles and traces the shape of my panty lines and bikini bottoms.  It
kind of tickles and it makes me itch down there in my cunny.  Sometimes
he does it for a real long time.  He says that that's supposed to show if
anyone has touched me back there.  I think he just likes to play with my
ass.  I'm not supposed to look back at him, but keep my eyes closed, but
once I peeked.  He was standing just behind me off to the side, rubbing
my ass with one hand.  His other hand was inside his robe, and it was
moving really fast.  The robe fell open and I saw his hand wrapped around
his pee-pee.  It was a little bigger that Bobby's, and all red and
purple, but it was a lot smaller than yours, Mr. Mattson!  A lot
smaller!"  She giggled.  "That's how I know he just like to play with my
bottom cheeks."

"After he gets done with his hands, he brings his face down next to my
bottom and feels it all over with his lips.  By now I'm really wet
between my legs and he uses his fingers to spread it around my upper
thighs and over my butt.  Daddy says he can sense where the nasty boys
have touched me better with his lips.  But he can't really, because Bobby
really likes my ass, too, and Daddy couldn't tell."

"Since he can't get his lips inside my ass crack, he uses his tongue in
there.  That makes me tingle even more, and I usually get really wet,
especially when he tries to stick it where you are now.  He always yells
at me that I am going to make a mess on the couch, but I can tell he
isn't mad.  Then he licks up all the juice, sticking his tongue all the
way up inside me.  That's when he checks to see if I'm still a virgin. 
With his tongue.  His licking me down there really makes me even more
excited.  One time a little while ago he touched my crazy button down
there and I got so excited something happened.  I got a really big light
in my head and my body just tensed up, kinda.  I got so tense I farted
right in Daddy's face, and some of my shit went right in his mouth.  I
heard him groan real loud, that time.  I thought he would be angry and
Daddy pretended to be mad, but I saw afterwards that he had shot his
stuff onto the backs of my legs and all over the back of the couch. 

"I didn't know what that white stuff was on the back of my legs until a
couple of days later when I was with Bobby from next door and he showed
me what happens when a boy shoots off.  Daddy always keeps me bent over
the couch for a long time, until he groans.  Daddy pays a lot of
attention to my clitty each time now and I get off a bunch of times.  It
seems to make him really excited when I cum, because he almost always
groans at the same time.  Then I know he is done with the examination."

All this time Muffy had been sliding her tight forbidden cunt around and
around the head of my stiff cock.  It was driving me crazy. 
Occasionally, she would press the shaft between her cunt lips and slide
all the way down to the base and back up.  This usually caused her to
stutter and stammer, what with all the direct stimulation to her clit. 
Gradually she had lubricated my entire dick with her cunt juice.  I held
onto her spongy tight little ass cheeks which had been so well examined
by her father and let her move as she wanted.  Suddenly, in the middle of
a sentence, she lifted up and tilted her pelvis towards me.  She settled
her tight little ass hole over the tip of my monster cock and let herself
slowly be impaled on it.  She kept a death grip around my neck.  So I
kept one on her ass.  Fair's fair!

"I'm still sorry you can't fuck me in my cunt.  But will you take my
virginity in my other  hole, Mr. Mattson?  Would that be OK?  I know it's
not the real thing, but do you mind?  I always wanted to try it that way,
too.  That way I can say I'm not a virgin anymore, but Daddy won't know. 
OK, Please, please, please?"

I sat there silent with my mouth hanging open.  I didn't trust myself to
say anything.  Of course, I had a tiny lemon-sized tit sucked all the way
in it, too, so anything I said would have been muffled.  This luscious 12
or 13 year old was already half way down my cock, stuffing it into an
extremely warm and wonderful place, and she was asking me if it was OK? 
"HELL, YES," I wanted to shout.  But she was dead serious, and I didn't
want to embarrass her by laughing, which was my next impulse.  I also
didn't want to give up sucking her tit.

Fortunately the Skipper stepped in and saved the day.  Or night.  "This
time is for you, Muffy.  You don't have to do anything at all.  Mr.
Mattson and I would never say anything to anyone about what happens here. 
You just do what you feel like."

Apparently, she felt like getting fucked up the shit chute, because
shortly thereafter she was down to the root of my cock.  Muffy was the
only new girl to get all 10" the first time.  That alone made her stand
out.  Her seeming lack of distress at being crammed so full was another
thing that made her time with me that night memorable.  As she started to
lift herself up and down on me, she took an arm from around my neck,
grabbed one of my hands and placed it over her cunt, in between us.  Then
she re-attached herself to my neck.  I made a fist with my hand and let
her rub her clit up and down across my knuckles.  She seemed to enjoy
that a lot.  She finally continued her story.  Her voice quivered a bit
more now, though.

"Last year Daddy began to examine my boobies, too.  Once, when he spent
so much time taking the temperature of my nipples with his lips, I was
sure he had found out that Bobby next door had been sucking on them that
afternoon.  But he didn't say anything, just that he would really have to
keep a good eye on them for a while.  He did seem real concerned about
the lines my bra made in my skin, so he told me not to wear one around
the house.  Only a T-shirt and some panties.  Then he took me shopping
and bought me some special shirts to wear.  They were real tight and made
of a very thin material.  They rub up against my nipples and make them
stand out.  I feel sexy when I have them on.  I think he likes to look at
me when I wear them.  And now I don't even wear panties around the house. 
Daddy has his robe on all the time now at home and likes to examine me
all the time, but especially at night time just before bed after my
shower.  And now he examines me in his bed, so I won't make a mess on the
couch.  I have to get up on my knees and lay my head down on the
mattress.  I get goose bumps all over and get really wet in my cunny just
kneeling there with my ass up in the air.  It feels so naughty."

This last statement caught me by surprise.  Did she know her Daddy was a
pervert?  As she continued her story, interrupted only by her groans and
grunts from her exertions sliding herself up and down on my pole, she
answered my question.

"I know now what he has been doing.  I have for a couple of months, maybe
longer.  I'm not really stupid, you know, but I was only 5 when he
started the examinations.  And I really like them, too, so I don't want
him to stop or get in trouble.  I get tingly and all wet between my legs
and he makes me cum all the time now.  But I wish he would just fuck me
and get it over with.  I love my Daddy, but I want to start to fuck other
guys, too.  But as long as he checks with his tongue I don't dare."  She
paused, and sighed. 

"Just before I came to camp I almost got him to plug me.  He was doing
his examination of my butt on his bed and had kneeled up behind me.  I
felt his pee-pee on my butt.  I know that was it, because his hand was
wrapped around it and he was slapping it, kinda like, on my ass.  I don't
think he knew he was hitting my butt.  It didn't hurt.  It felt hot and
it felt good.  I jiggled my butt around all of a sudden and he must have
let go to grab at it to keep his balance, because all of a sudden I felt
his thing between my legs right at the entrance to my hole.  I sort of
leaned back and it slid right up inside me, but he got scared and started
shaking.  I think he spurted up inside me, too, because I was awful wet
that night.  He must have sucked most of it out later, because when he
check with his tongue, I was still a virgin.  But next time I'm going to
trick him.  I'll tell him he can check me better if I'm bending over him
with him on his back.  Then I'll trip and fall or something and land
right on his pee-pee.  But you can bet, one way or another I'll come back
next year and fuck you good.  OK, Mr. Mattson?"

She shuddered with her final climax from the ass fucking and from my
knuckles rubbing on her clit, got up, gave me a peck on the cheek and
said, "Thank you, Mr. Mattson" in that sing-song seductive way little
girls have.  How she walked out without cramping, I'll never know.

The Skipper leaned over silently and handed me a wet rag to clean up. 
Then she whispered, "If you want to order in a gag or two for next year,
I'll understand," and then burst into a quiet fit of laughter.

So, you see, technically speaking, there were only 17 virgins less after
camp.

Three days and three fuck-filled nights later the last helicopter full of
campers lifted off, leaving the staff waving at the retreating machine. 
There still remained several days of hard labor cleaning up the camp and
getting ready for the next session.  The days passed in a blur of
activity as I was assigned to a different staffer each morning and
afternoon.  Somehow the tasks I was assigned to help with were never that
long and left plenty of time for other activities.  Such as fucking.  I
always asked if they wanted to do something else, like go for a walk,
just talk, cuddle, anything.  They only wanted to fuck.  Being the
gentleman that I am, I bowed to their wishes and desires and fucked their
brains out.  You know, it never got boring, either, doing the same thing
day in and day out.

The evenings weren't boring, either, as the visits continued.  But I
noticed the bodies in bed with me were a bit more mature, and there
seemed to be something a bit more urgent about their lovemaking, as if
they were anxious for me to cum with them.  The visitors now also wanted
to do a lot more kissing and holding than the campers had done, and liked
sex in different positions, rather than just sitting on my cock and
playing bronco buster.  Most liked the missionary position and made me
take it slow and steady.  But they all, without exception, wanted it
doggie style, too.  That way they really groaned and I could get really
deep inside them.  I asked the Skipper about the differences in their
behavior, as I noticed she was behaving the same way.

"I'm not sure.  Maybe because it's finally sunk in that this is coming to
an end, and they're going to have to go back to their normal lives and
not get laid as well or as regularly as they have here."  She snuggled in
close and held on to me tight.

"Is that what you're feeling, Skipper?"

She didn't answer me, but I felt the hot tears on my chest.  Her sadness
touched me deeply and I resolved to try to make her happy.  A hour later
her ecstatic screams filled the night air.  At least she had forgotten
her sadness for a while.

Sandi and Diane approached me after dinner on the last evening.  Tomorrow
we would all be ferried back to civilization.  All the work had been
done, and there was a lighter mood among the others I couldn't quite put
my fingers on.  As usual, I was the last to know. 

"We'll see you at 7:30 for the costume party, OK?" Diane said.

"Party.  What party?"  I was right.  The last to know.  Again.

"Every session the staffers have a blow-out party to celebrate the end of
camp.  It's fun!  Don't worry about a costume,"  Sandi giggled, "I have
already arranged for it."

"Will it fit me?"

The two visibly struggled to keep from laughing hysterically.  Finally,
Sandi managed to get out "It will fit.  Just meet us at the door to the
practice hall at 7:30."  The two burst out in laughter as they walked
away, having to stop several times to lean up against the wall for
support.

I met them promptly at 7:30 in front of the huge practice hall.  They
were both drunk, or at least real tipsy, which surprised me, as Janet was
a real stickler for the no alcohol rule, and I didn't think there was any
in camp.  But there apparently was a cache hidden somewhere, and it had
been well depleted by these two.  They were also both completely naked
and had a hand in each others pussy.  My presence didn't seem to
embarrass them at all as they continued to plow each the other's furrow
with busy fingers.

"Wellll, Hellllo Mishter Mattson.  I hope shyou are - OH, OH, OH, YES!!!! 
Damn tha' was a good one, Sandi.  You have magic fingers, lover."  Diane
shuddered, shook herself, and then continued.  "I hope you are feeling
well tonight.  You are going to be the guest of honor, did shyou know
tha'?"  She giggled and then kind of slid down the wall into a twitching
heap on the floor as Sandi's fingers had worked their magic again.

Sandi looked down at Diane, grinned, licked her fingers clean and then
grinned up at me.  "I never did it with a girl before," she whispered in
a loud voice.  "Before this afternoon, that is."  She just kind of stood
there swaying, lost in her own world.  I was tempted to just let her
stand there swaying, as it was a lovely sight with her perky little boobs
jiggled just a little with each change of direction.  But I was curious
about the party.

"About the party, Sandi.  Do you have my costume?  I don't see anything."

Both girls thought this was hilarious.  After several minutes, after
Diane had struggled back to her feet, they silently brought their other
hands, the dry ones, out from behind their backs, where they had kept
their surprise hidden.  I thought they had been diddling their ass holes,
but Diane had a blindfold, and Sandi had a pair of handcuffs.

"Thash it!" Diane announced.  "I think i'ul fit, huh, lover?"  She
doubled over laughing, her metal capped boobs bobbing wildly. 
Apparently, this action sent her over the top as she collapsed into a
twitching heap again, moaning and rubbing her own cunt.

I looked at Sandi, who seemed more sober.  "That's it?  Kind of kinky,
isn't it?  Where did they come from."

She looked right at me with her blurry eyes.  "They're mine.  I use them
sometimes."  She gradually realized what she had said, and began to
blush, even as drunk as she was.

"Why, Sandi, you never cease to amaze me."  She just grinned.  "So what's
really going on tonight?"

"A party.  But it's special because of you.  All the girls know you don't
have anywhere to go after camp, so tonight you get to pick who you want
to stay with."

I had wondered what I was going to do after the camp was over, but I
figured I would work that out as I went along.  I was really hoping that
Janet would arrange something.  Apparently she had, but not like I
wanted.  Typical Janet.

"I pick you, Sandi."

"Can't, lover boy.  My husband wouldn't understand."  She giggled again. 
"I'm going to have enough explaining to do as it is, don't you think?  He
always wanted me to be more sexy.  Boy, is he going to get his wish, and
then some.  Thanks to you, Mr. Mattson."  That last softly spoken
sentence was direct not to my face, but to an area just below my belt,
which she was busily undoing.

"Then I pick Janet," I continued.

"Doesn't work that way."  My shorts slid down my legs.  I kicked them
off.  "You have to pick the girl during the party."

"OK.  Let's go in."  I started towards the door.  I stopped short when
she firmly grasped my balls.  It didn't hurt, but I'll be damned if I was
going anywhere without them.

"Doesn't work that way, either," she said.  Diane looked up and saw my
cock jutting out, got to her knees and began to suck on it.  "You have to
wear that" - she pointed at the blindfold - "and these," she held up the
handcuffs.  "Whoever you pick to go home with, that's it.  We all agreed. 
Everybody but me and Diane are in the contest.  You can only use your
mouth and your thingy to identify who you pick."

I thought about it.  "I have some questions, Sandi, before I agree to
this hair-brained idea.  First, will the girls have clothes on.?"

"You'll be wearing more than anybody with the blindfold and cuffs," she
answered.

"OK.  Next, I know why you can't let me go home with you.  But why not
Diane?  I just might have picked her, given what she is doing to my cock
right now."  I looked down at Diane as I spoke, but kept my hand behind
her head so she couldn't let me out of her mouth.  Her eyes were closed
and she had a dreamy expression on her face.  The only indication that
she had heard me was an impish wrinkling of her nose accompanied by a
slight squeeze of my balls with her soft hand.

"Diane thought it would be too easy for you to identify her.  She had the
biggest boobs in the camp and they have metal tips.  Kind of a dead give-
away.  So she volunteered to be on the cleanup team with me."

"Cleanup team?" I asked.  This was getting more and more confusing.

"Yeah.  She will clean up you after each girl, and I get to clean up the
girls."  She blushed as deep as I had ever seen her at that.

"Planning on enjoying it, are you, Sandi?" I teased her.  For the first
time since she had come out earlier in the camp, she started to withdraw
into her shy shell again.  I reached over to her and gently grabbed one
of her aroused nipples.  And squeezed firmly as I used it to pull up
close to my side.  She gasped, trying to catch her breath.  Leaning down,
I kissed her nose. 

"It's all right, Sandi.  Enjoy it.  But make sure you don't forget about
me tonight.  Maybe you and Diane could trade off...?"  She nodded.  "Now,
two more questions.  Do you have the keys for these things?"  I indicated
the handcuffs.

"Oh.  They're a trick set, only for show."  She showed me how they worked
by clicking them on herself behind her back and then releasing them in a
very practiced manner.  I grinned at her and she blushed again.  She had
used them a lot.

"OK.  Last question.  Is Janet one of the contestants?"

That sobered her up.  I was serious and she knew it.  "Yes," was all she
said.

"Then let the party begin!" I said.  I took off my shirt and let her put
the cuffs on my wrists behind my back.  I tried to find the secret of
getting them off, but I couldn't.  Sandi had used them a lot!  Diane got
up off the ground to place the blindfold over my eyes.  I bowed a bit to
let her reach up.  It also gave me a great view of her gorgeous tits as
they flattened slightly as she raised her arms.  She noticed me looking
and took her time.  Grinning at me, she finally put it in place over my
eyes.  It was a good one.  It was comfortable and I couldn't see a thing. 
I heard the doors open and we walk in, one beautiful naked girl guiding
me on each arm.  My 10" prick lead the way.

A silence settled over the room.  Then one of the girls whistled. 
Lewdly.  Others joined in, and soon we were marching into the party to
the tune of a raunchy band.  I was slowly paraded blindfolded through a
gauntlet of female flesh.  Hands caressed my chest and ass as I passed,
but no one touched my prick.  Honor among thieves, I guess. 

After several minutes, I was gently guided to a stop with my knees up
against a platform of some kind.  I kind of sensed the others gathered
around.  What ever was going to happen was going to happen in front of a
crowd.  Never one to shrink from a challenge, my cock grew even harder
and began to rise from the perpendicular on its own.  That only happened
on special occasions.  Like with Janet.

"This is the first one.  Oh, they picked numbers by lottery, in case you
wondered.  Good luck."  Sandi gave my rising cock a gentle squeeze and
urged me up onto the platform on my knees.  As I crawled forward I met a
pair of legs, one on each side of my knees.  I grinned.  Bending over, I
brought my mouth unerringly to a moist opening between two longs legs. 
And knew instantly who it was.

I hadn't realized how individual each camper's aroma was because I had
always had the use of my eyes.  But subconsciously I had been cataloging
each one by several attributes.  One of which was the taste and smell of
cunt juice.  And this one had a slight taste of cinnamon and brought to
mind a scene in the rec room.  I had been shooting pool by myself one
afternoon when I felt a body, a very firm body, pressing up against mine
as I leaned over the table.  I took my time with the shot - I missed -
but all the while getting a tremendous back rub with a pair of small firm
tits.  And a ball massage by a pair of very inventive hands.  It felt so
good I just stayed in position for several minutes.  Gradually, this
limber creature wound her body around mine, legs entwined with mine and
maneuvered her body under mine so she was laying on the pool table.  The
dark green felt highlighted the Nubian skin tones of her naked body as
she continued massaging my prick with her supple feet.  Not a word had
been said.  I slowly made my way down her body with my mouth, dwelling on
all the soft firm curves, bumps, nubbins and depressions until I met the
soft tissues of her secret areas.  And smelled cinnamon.  It was a
glorious cunt, more versatile than most.  She demonstrated some of her
talents for me after we were satiated.  Sitting on one of the corner
pockets, she had spread her legs along the bumpers.  And had me shoot a
couple of billiard balls at her cunt, which she caught with her wide open
lips and swallowed up inside her.  Both of them.  She said they acted
like Ben-Wah balls, only bigger.  She stood on the table a danced a sexy
dance, bringing herself off a couple of times in the process.  I was
astounded.  I knew they stretched to accommodate large objects, but that
was bigger than I thought.  I probed her afterwards, and she was as tight
as before, if not tighter.  Amazing.

Blind folded, I caressed that amazing cunt with my tongue.  You'd never
think a guy's cock could get up inside that tight hole, much less a
couple of billiard balls.  I spent a long time licking and then, when she
had cum at least once, slid up her body so I was laying on her with my
cock fully embedded in her cunt.

"Hello, Cue Ball," I whispered in her ear after I had rocked on her
pelvis for a while.  I didn't want to give away my secret.

"Oh, shit.  How did you know?"

"Nobody has a pussy as long and tight as yours.  But, you know, as good
as you are, I can't pick you.  Understand?"

She hugged me tight and sighed as she used me to get off one more time. 
"I know.  We all know.  It's Janet, isn't it?" she whispered in my ear. 

I nodded and gently kissed her.  She rolled out from under me and
squealed as Sandi began her cleanup.  It didn't sound as if she was
stopping her, either.  Sandi had made another friend, I guess.  In the
meantime, Diane was thoroughly cleaning me off.  When she was satisfied I
was clean, which was a long time after I would have stopped, the next
girl straddled my cock.  And then the next. And the next. 

All 24 of them, including the cook, who, against the stereotype, had one
of the leanest bodies in camp.  In fact, she was the one I didn't
identify by smell.  Her body was like a young boy's:  No flared hips, no
thin waist, no tits.  Her musculature was firm.  But she was a hell cat
on my cock.  And her pussy had little bumps inside it that made fucking
her a unique experience.  But she hated cunnilingus.  So I never got near
her cunt.

I had thought I would recognize Julie by the noise she made when she
came, but I found she had a ball gag in her mouth - probably another of
Sandi's toys - which kept her quiet.  The girls were getting devious.

But as I finished fucking and identifying the last of the 24, I still had
not identified Janet -or the Skipper, who I was almost convinced
positively was, in fact, Janet.

"Well, who do you pick?" Sandi asked me.  She had cleaned up about 3/4 of
the girls and had taken to diluting any juices on my cock with her own
when she cleaned me.  Of course, she had to apply the juices directly
from the source, and got fucked in the process, which she obviously and
vocally enjoyed.  Diane saw what she was doing and follow suit.  It
delayed the contest a little, but no one seemed to mind.

"I can't pick yet.  I haven't met all the contestants."

"Are you sure?  How do you know?  You're blindfolded."

"Believe me, I know.  Now, quit playing around and get her up on the
platform."

"Her?  Her, who?" she asked innocently.

"Janet.  Janet Crandell.  I want to fuck Janet Crandell.  Now!" I
exploded at her.  "NOW!, DAMN IT NOW!"  Cutesy was fine but I had had
enough foreplay.  I was just getting into being angry when I felt a soft
hand on my arm.

"What's the matter, sailor, don't you like the game?"

I melted.  "Uhh, Hi, Skipper."  I paused, aware that 26 others were
watching.  "Did you just get here?  I missed you.  Are you going to take
your turn now?"

"Do you want me to?  I thought by now you would be tired of doing it with
me."

"Never.  Don't ever think that.  No one could take your place in my
heart."

"Dangerous talk with witnesses, sailor.  Almost sounds like a commitment
to me."  Several voices assented with her.

Did I want to say it out loud?  With witnesses?  What the hell, yes!  I
got down on one knee and the room got very quiet.  I couldn't see a
thing, but a gentle familiar hand on my prick pivoted me in another
direction.  I hoped I was facing her.  I leaned forward and located two
familiar firm breasts.  I kissed each nipple lightly.  As I was doing
this, Sandi undid the handcuffs freeing my hands.  I let them hang loose
by my sides.

"Skipper, I pick you.  Forever."  I paused.  "If you'll have me."

I felt the blindfold being eased up off of my eyes.  The lights in the
huge hall were very dim, but even so, it took a little time for me to
adjust to the illumination.  And what I saw were a pair of clear blue
eyes and I knew I was lost.  Forever.

"I'll have you, sailor," said the Skipper/Janet.  "Forever."  She hugged
me tightly.  "But first, we have to discuss a full time contract with you
for the rest of this year and next year.  You did want to come back,
didn't you?"

I looked at this amazing lady in my arms with a questioning look.  Did
she mean what I thought she meant?  She just grinned like a cat that ate
the canary and nodded "Yes."  She was offering me the chance to fuck all
the staffers, and all the campers and all the virgins, with her blessing. 
But best of all, she was offering me herself, and she was more than I
could handle.  Maybe Sandi could loan us some toys....

As soon as I said "Yes" the entire room erupted in shrieks and cheers and
pandemonium and the staffers began piling on top of us.  Janet and I
ended up on the bottom of a huge pile of writhing feminine flesh, my cock
embedded in her cunt, someone's finger in my ass and a tit or two in my
mouth.  It was the best fuck of the night.


-- CJ
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