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THE USUAL WARNINGS:
This is a work of fiction by a twisted mind. If you
are offended by graphic descriptions of natural and/or
unnatural sexual acts, if you are underage, or if this
type of material is illegal where you are, don't read
any further.
This is a fantasy. You will have to loosen your clench
on reality a little when you read it. This is a tale in
which physical acts and human responses are not limited
to, nor necessarily based in, reality. Some acts and
responses in this story may be physically impossible
and/or physiologically improbable.
Also, as is the case with most of the stories in this
newsgroup, all the women in this story are beautiful -
gorgeous, even. Gravity has not caused breasts to
droop nor have wrinkles creased unblemished faces. The
men (the leading men, at least) are hung like bulls.
They can get it up and keep it up often and at will.
In this special little fantasyland, there are no STDs,
morals, or unwanted pregnancies. Guilt is a four-
letter word. Most important of all, neither strength
of character, courage of convictions, nor moral belief
stand a chance against any erotic stimulus. This can
be as benign as an accidental glimpse of a bared ankle
or as stimulating as a whipping on the genitals.
For those of you who didn't understand the preceding
statements, GO AWAY!
This story is intended for the salacious entertainment
of consenting adults. Do not try to do any of the
things described in this story. You could injure
yourself or your partner, be arrested, or shot by her
father....
If you are under 18 years of age, GO AWAY! This story
will burn your eyeballs and fry your brain.
If material of a strong sexual nature is prohibited
where you are, GO AWAY!
By continuing, the reader accepts all responsibility
for any disgust, revulsion, jail sentences, or pleasure
that results from reading this story. If you don't, GO
AWAY!
You have been warned!
If you enjoy this story and feel the urge to post it on
a <free> site, at least give me (NightShade) credit for
it.
So, stick your tongue firmly in your cheek and enjoy
the story!....:)
NightShade
The Camp Nurse
Chapter 2. The Hike
by Nightshade
first posted 1/97; revised 12/98
[The continuing adventures of Chris Mattson, RN at an
all-girls cheerleading camp high up in the mountains
out west. Only problem is that Chris is a male. Let
the fun continue...]
As was my practice, I got up at first light. That's
just the way my body's clock works. I don't care if
I've only had 15 minutes of sleep, I'm up at first
light.
Normally I do my exercise 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 routine consists 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 used
the exercises as a focusing aid to meditation,
preparing me mentally for each new day. 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 that all of this
was going on all around me, right in plain view.
Janet, the camp administrator, filled me in later that
morning.
Anyway, there I was, doing my routine in my shorts and
bare feet. My body glistened with sweat in the first
strong rays of the sun, little wisps of steam writhing
up from my heated back in the cool mountain air, the
light playing off my rippling muscles as I moved cat-
like through the slow graceful steps of my routine.
As would be expected in a group of 200 or more people,
some of the girls were early risers, too. Apparently,
one of those 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 wore,
anyway - 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 as
unusual 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 its 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 horny and vowed to
get my sausage between their legs 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 felt good! I really
wasn't aware of the audience. I'm really 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 had 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.
I explained. I had always asked myself two questions
when it came to sex: 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 was beginning
to really annoy me, came in and interrupted the meeting
at that point.
But on with the story of my first morning...
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 my workout 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. It 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 just be a bit
more careful of exposure, as some of the girls were not
yet corrupted, and I did agree to that. But there was
something in her eyes when she saw my prick leap up
when she mentioned those 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 clockwork, including the same
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. 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? Horny chics will do
literally anything! I finger-fucked all of them on the
pretext of doing an 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! 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 almost 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 taxpayer-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 go 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 mineshaft that had collapsed 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, her 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, defeated.
"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
quickly. 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 that 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 lung full 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 too big around and too 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 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 that would make my stiff rod stir around
in her honey pot. She started slowly 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 an 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, weaving slightly back and forth, 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 immediate 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 firm hold on her hips 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 that 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......"
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