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Subject: {ASSM} RP. The Camp Nurse 04 (Mf+, teen, satire)
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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 4 - The Assistant
by Nightshade
first posted 2/97; revised 12/98
[The continuing adventures of Chris Mattson, RN at an
all-girls cheerleading camp high up in the mountains
out west. The only problem is that 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. And me. 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 where 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 outside 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 forefinger 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 our 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, Sandra?"
"Oh yes! Could I? You wouldn't mind? I really would
like to, if it were 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, uh, 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 jumped 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 she 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 put her 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, she was getting to be a pretty good cocksucker,
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 next?"
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 fu 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 most definitely liked men, too, and
that was what was important. To me, anyway.
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