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Subject: "The Camp Nurse" by NightShade (M/F, Young) (re-formatted,complete)

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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 5. 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 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 6. 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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