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The Camp Nurse

Chapter 1. The First Day


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 tawny, 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-u" 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.

Chapter 2. The Hike


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 too 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......"

Chapter 3 - The Skipper

[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 and my thumb brushed
along her 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 scoot 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."

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 completely bald as baby.
She must have just shaved it, 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 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 wiggles
she made herself comfortable. Even in the dark I could tell she was
smiling. Almost smirking.

"You really are amazing, sailor, you know? You don't come in the 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 that long 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 sitting 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 know who I am?"

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

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

"I can't say."

"Why?"

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

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

"I can't tell you either. Sorry."

"Why not?"

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

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

"I think it's kind of sexist."

"Liar."

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

"I feel like you do."

"So tell me who you are!"

"No."

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

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

She was silent and stopped moving for a long time. "That was a low
blow, sailor. But if you want to know, it's better for you to fuck them
with my knowledge than to do it behind my back."

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

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

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

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

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

I blasted off inside her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Skipper, have you done this before?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you cumming from this?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"oh. OH!" She stayed quiet for a minute. "That's feels bigger that I
thought it would."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ooophhhh! Do it again!"

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

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

"I wouldn't have thought it possible.."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'll be right there."

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

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

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

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

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

The Camp Nurse

Chapter 4 - The Assistant

by Nightshade

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

I slept late the next morning, arriving for breakfast just in time to
take my place at my 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 on the way up. 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."

But later came. 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 used to this,
you know?

But 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 and
that they were actually fucking my prick. In fact, I was only Daddy once
that whole night.

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

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

"Well, first, take off your nightshirt."

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

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

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

She did so quickly and quietly. These kids recuperate much faster than
us old folks.

"Now slide 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? It feels so
good! OH! OH! OH! Yessssss! Nobody has ever done that before. OH!
SSSsssshhhhiiiitttt! Don't Stop. AAARRrrrggggghhhh!"

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

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

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

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

"So that's what I taste like."

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

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

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

"Melody!"

She turned back to me.

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

You would have thought I had just given her a million dollars. In some
ways, I suppose a genuine secret is worth that much in self esteem to a 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 hall way, 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 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 had been refused access to her, unless
it was an emergency. A lonely heart didn't qualify, so I had suffered
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. "Is she alright?" I was concerned.

"I think she's just sore. She didn't sit down all day and 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 didn't seem the type to hang
around. For whatever. But she didn't leave. She kind of stood there and
shuffled her feet.

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

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

"Would you like to take her place?"

"Oh yes! That's what I want. I want to take her place."

"In my heart or on my prick?"

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

"Well?"

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

"You've never done it before?"

"Oh, yes. In high school and a couple of times in college. 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."

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. A safe place to touch a skittish woman. "Now,
what do you want to do?"

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

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

"Ouch!"

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

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

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

"Do all men taste like you do?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her tits were a bit larger than I like, 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, spreading her
cuntlips wide open. I frenched them. She arched her back 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. 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!" 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.
She began rutting on my stomach.

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

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

She slipped down and bumped into my cock. 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.
Let it just 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 assholes I had been into
in the last few days, but it must have felt like she was splitting in two
to her. She didn't cry, but it was an effort on her part to get each inch
of me into her. But she did. And 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, but she liked men, too, and that was what was
important. To me, anyway.


Chapter 5 - The Canoe


[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.]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Uh, Sandra,."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Did she do you, too.?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Was that better?"

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

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

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

"Sailor?"

"What, Skipper?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Your cunt?," I asked, hopefully.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Can I at least give it a try?"

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

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

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

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

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

"That was a cheap shot, Diane."

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

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

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

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

"Chris, would you kiss me?"

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

"Not there. Down there."

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

"Not there, either."

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

"Lower. Stop teasing me."

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

"Lower. Suck my thingy."

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

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

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

"Yes, damit! Now do it. Please?"

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

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

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

"Ooooooohhhhhh. God, Chris, look!"

I raised my head. "What happened?"

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

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

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

"Diane, kiss them," I instructed her.

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

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

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

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

"Fuck me, Chris. Fuck me now."

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

Nothing.

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

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

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

"It's so hard to let go."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mission accomplished.

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