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The Camp Nurse (M/F, Young)
Chapter 1. The First Day
by NightShade
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
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