[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 nearby 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 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 both our backpacks into mine and I picked her up in my arms. She gave me a very unchaste thank-you kiss and wrapped her arms around my neck. Fortunately, she was only about 100 lbs. or so, and I had no problem carrying her.
There was an overgrown path that led from the abandoned mine down to the lake and I followed this down, even though this route was much less scenic than the one I took to get to the mine.
About 10 minutes into the descent, Julie had wiggled her body into such a position that my hand was directly supporting her compact little ass. She kept her face buried in my chest with her eyes closed and I could feel her breathing speeding up. Another wiggle or two of her delightful little ass and my thumb brushed along the damp slit up between her thighs. Julie expelled her breath in a rush and groaned into my shirt. I kept my thumb still for a few moments and then rubbed it a bit harder against her hot, humid crotch. She shuddered and let out a small cry. But her arms tightened around my neck and she pressed herself back against my marauding digit when I moved it away.
It wasn’t intentional, on my part at least, but the edge of her shorts just kind of slipped out of the way, and suddenly my thumb sank into the hottest cunt on the mountainside. Julie tipped back her head and screamed. Loud. Right in my ear. We were far enough down the mountain that there weren’t any echoes anymore, and it felt a little odd that she was the only one screaming without the mountains climaxing along with her.
After she finished cumming, she whimpered to herself, thrust her hips down on my thumb even farther, and laid her head back on my chest. I took that as a sign that she liked it, so I kept my thumb in her pussy. It actually made a good grip to hold her with. I didn’t try to give her a smooth ride down the hill, as I noticed that she seemed to react quite favorably to the jolts and bumps of walking down the rough path. I didn’t jump over any logs or anything, but I didn’t avoid any obstacles either. Julie came with regularity, about every quarter mile or so, announcing the event with an ear-shattering scream of ecstasy.
Walking into camp was like the ending scene from a Rocky movie. The nearly deaf and very tired hero stumbling out of the jungle carrying the damsel in distress in his arms. The rest of the campers and staffers were even waiting for us in two long lines like a gauntlet of succulent flesh. It was a sight that made my prick forget it was tired. Two of the staffers standing next to Janet took Julie from my arms at the head of the gauntlet. She staggered when she tried to stand on her rubbery knees and I thought Janet was going to attack me right then. She was certain I had hurt Julie or allowed some harm to come to her. But before she could move, Julie bent and kissed the tip of my semi-hard prick through my shorts. Looking up she gave me a wink and said, “Thank you, Mr. Mattson” in the trademark line I had come to expect from my night time visitors. Her smile, and a silent ‘Thank You’ directed at Janet reassured the administrator that she was OK.
Janet turned to me and gave me a look with her expressive baby blue eyes that I couldn’t decipher. There was relief that Julie was not harmed, just tired, but there was also a hurt look in there somewhere, but I didn’t know why.
She was quiet and withdrawn at dinner and then that night there were no visitors for the first time since my arrival. I was so tired, I didn’t even miss them. Much. But carrying another person down a mountain is a lot of work, especially when there is a lot of wiggling and shouting going on.
I must have been asleep an hour or so when I suddenly woke up. To the most heavenly feeling of my hard cock sliding down a tight, hot, wet throat. All the way down. With lots of suction and tongue action. In a very determined manner. Whoever it was meant business.
I must have groaned or moved or something, because the blow job stopped and I heard “Hi, sailor. In town for long?” With that, the mouth returned to its task. I leaned back in the dark and enjoyed the wonderful feeling.
After a while I expected her to stop. The only change she made, however, was to get more comfortable and straddle my torso. If she had been a bit taller, or if she would have scooted back a bit, it would have been the classic ‘69’ position.
I pulled on her hips to move her lower lips closer to my mouth, but she resisted.
“You’re going to come in my mouth, damit. I need to get you all in.”
“Use your hands on the lower shaft and just suck on the top. It works just as good and you can pump with your fist better than your neck.”
She tried it. “Like that?”
“Oh yeah, Lady, just like that.”
Of course, that let her move her ass within range of my mouth. I dove into her hot steamy cunt with my tongue and returned the favors she had been bestowing on me for the last 30 minutes or so. I immediately noticed something different. No hair. She was as completely bald as baby. She must have just shaved it before she came in to visit me, too, because she was extremely smooth and smelled a little like baby lotion. I tongued the shaved area around and above her cunt lips to show my appreciation of her haircut. Then I centered on her clit with one finger in her fuck tunnel. She groaned as her first orgasm flooded through her system a while later. And a while later after that. And again later.
Finally, I felt that tingling in my balls that preceded my own orgasm. I gave her a slight squeeze on her ass to let her know and she lunged down on my prick instead of pulling off, forcing my first explosion of thick seed to come deep in her throat.
I groaned as I felt myself empty into her. The second spasm forced even more sticky white fluid down the gullet of my mystery lover. Then a third. A final blast of cum juice and I felt the stiffness in my prick begin to subside.
My mystery lady again surprised me. Instead of coming up for air, she began to suck me hard again right away. Now, I’ve never had a problem getting it up more than once, but usually there just isn’t time in the night or the desire on the part of my satiated partners. Never an unsatisfied customer. And, true to form, I rose to the challenge at hand, or mouth, in this case.
Coming up off my prick, she turned herself and settled herself back down over my prick, enclosing it in her tight cunt. With a couple of sensuous wiggles she made herself comfortable. Even in the dark I could tell she was smiling. Almost smirking. A real shit-eating grin.
“You really are amazing, sailor, you know? You don’t come in anyone’s mouth very often, do you?”
I shook my head, forgetting it was dark. But I’m glad it was, because I was blushing. I didn’t know how to tell her that that had been the first time I had ever had anyone last long enough so that I could come in their mouth. It was my first complete blowjob and a great one at that.
“Cat got your tongue, sailor? Why so serious?”
I was silent. It wasn’t that her milking cunt was completely distracting me, -well, sort of - it was that I didn’t trust myself to say anything. I was afraid to say anything that might let me find out that this magnificent fucking machine setting on my cock wasn’t the woman I fantasized about. I mean, it was still a great fuck, and all, but I felt like I was making love with this mystery woman, and I wanted so bad for the two them, Janet and this incredible body, to be the same person. But I was afraid to be disappointed.
“We need to talk.” I started to pull her off my prick. She fought me off.
“Whoa! I’m fine right here. What’s your problem? Not getting enough pussy?” she said teasingly.
She was bordering on being downright flippant.
“I need to know who you are. Uh, I think I have feelings for you.”
“How can you have you have feelings for me if you don’t even know who I am?”
“Well, I think I know. At least, I know who I want you to be.”
“Oh.” She paused. “And who would that be?”
“I can’t say.”
“Why?”
“Because if you, the most incredible body I have ever been with, are not who I want you to be, I would hurt you, and I don’t want that. Part of my feelings for you have to do with the things we do here, understand? So I need you to tell me who you are. And it’s not fair. You know who I am. That way, if you’re not my dream girl, at least I can pretend you are and not hurt you.”
“Gee, thanks.” She ground around on my cock for several minutes before continuing. She may have climaxed, but she was so tight and her muscles so active normally, I may have missed it. I wasn’t touching her anywhere else and it was dark, so I couldn’t tell for sure.
“I can’t tell you, either. Sorry.”
“Why not?”
“There are 150 girls and women in this camp. All of them horny, some of them are even fucking the trees. If one woman was to claim as her own the only prick for a hundred miles around, there would be a riot. A big riot. Very messy. It would be better if, during the time at camp, there weren’t any sticky feelings around screwing up a good program. Can you live with that?”
In a way, I was insulted. I was just a prick to satisfy 150 cunts. But the more I thought about it, the more excited I got. I think she felt my response, because she started giggling. I was going to have to stop having meaningful conversations with women when my cock was stuffed up inside them. No way to lie.
“So I just supposed to be a big prick and fuck anything that crawls into bed with me? And you’re OK with that? I think it’s kind of sexist, myself.”
“Liar.”
“OK, so it does turn me on. But what about my feelings? Yours? What about us?”
“I feel like you do.”
“So tell me who you are!”
“No.”
Nothing is more frustrating than a stubborn woman. I tried another tactic.
“If you feel the same way, how can you let me fuck all those others?” Ha! Gotcha there!
She was silent and stopped moving for a long time. “That was a low blow, sailor. But if you want to know, it’s better for you to fuck them with my knowledge than to do it behind my back. And besides, it kind of excites me to think about you and all that young pussy.”
“Do you really mean that?” I asked unbelievingly.
“You bet. Because they will get to you, one way or another. And then you would feel guilty and I would be hurt if I found out you had done it behind my back, and I find out everything that goes on in this camp. Besides, it may even help some of them with their problems.” She started fucking me again. “I’ve got to get going. I’ve still got one to go after this.”
I didn’t know what she meant by that, but I had one or two more questions. Talk about looking a gift horse in the mouth. “OK, I’ll agree to stuff my feelings - for now, but I need two or three things from you. One, I want to know who you are after we’re done here at Camp Rah-Rah-Rah, and two, I have to call you something. What do you want me to call you in here during your visits? And three, are there any restrictions on who I can and cannot fuck here?”
She placed her hands on my chest and grabbed two handfuls of hair. She didn’t pull, but she let me know that she could. A deep throaty laugh came up from her, starting just above where my cock ended. “OK, I’ll try to hold off until after camp. And you can call me ‘Skipper’. That seems fitting. OK, ‘sailor’? As to restrictions, any girl that comes here to this camp is old enough to fuck in my opinion. Just don’t force anyone.”
Her laugh, the grip of her hands on my chest hair, the thought of all that young cunt being offered to me, and her request to call her ‘Skipper’ confirmed my deepest hopes and dreams. It was Janet! I knew it - I hoped. She probably knew I knew it. And I could still boff the campers with her blessing.
I blasted off inside her.
It was so unexpected, it caught both of us by surprise. I had only been hard for an hour or so. She stretched her body out on top of mine and lay 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 lightly swatted her swaying cheeks with my open hand. Not hard, but hard enough to turn that ivory skin a hot pink over time and enough swats and to make a loud SWACK! Or at least it would have if I could have seen the colors. I just used my imagination in the dark.
“Ooooww,” she moaned. But she didn’t move. “Have I been naughty, Daddy?” she asked in a seductive little girl voice.
I didn’t know whether to play her game or not. I decided not to. “No, Skipper, and let’s not play games until I know who you are. I just decided to warm your backside before I butt fuck you. Sometimes it helps to relax the muscles, if you know what I mean.”
“Oh. Well, I am pretty tense...” She let that hang there.
SMACK! No sound. SMACK! Still no sound. SMACK! Still quiet. I swung harder, and switched cheeks. KA-SMACK! A low groan. I spanked her bottom several more times before I stopped and rubbed my hands over the soft smooth skin of her buttocks. It was warm. A trip to the exposed slit told me she was wet. Sopping wet.
“Are you cumming from this?”
“Oooohhh, yessssss. I didn’t know I liked this, even though it hurts. Or maybe it’s just you. God, I hope it’s just that it’s you. You make me feel so hot. Anything would make me get off.”
“Shit, you should have told me it hurt. I didn’t mean to hit you that hard.”
“Oh shut up, you big sissy. It didn’t hurt bad, it hurt good. Now get busy. We haven’t got all night.” Which wasn’t exactly true. We did, and had used most of it up already.
She was really pushing me into this. I slid the tip of the tube of lubricant into her tight puckered hole and squirted some jelly into her rectum. The cool gel brought a moan and a shiver from the kneeling form, but she didn’t move away. She even shoved back on my finger as first one and then two fingers stretched the tight sphincter.
“It feels good, but funny, like I’m full or I have to take a shit. But it doesn’t hurt.”
That last was for my benefit, I was sure. I kept moving my fingers in and out until she really got into it. I could feel her own hands busy on her clit and in her cunt, but she was starting to grunt and groan in time with my thrusts into her ass.
I slicked up my cock. I debated whether or not to warn her. I decided not to. I kneeled up behind her, still frigging her ass with my two fingers. I don’t think she noticed, she was so far into what was happening to her ass.
I smoothly pulled out my fingers and replaced them with the head of my cock.
“oh. OH!” She stayed quiet for a minute. “That’s feels bigger that I thought it would.” Her voice was very quite, like she was exerting a lot of control not to scream in pain. I grimaced into the darkness. Pain was not my thing. I liked little girls.
I held completely still, allowing her time to stretch. I could hear little grunts and panting, like Lamaz breathing exercises. I started to pull out.
“Stop, damn you! Just give me a minute, OK? This is something I have to do.” She didn’t explain why. But soon I felt her beginning to breathe easier and then to push back against me. Unlike Julie, where I just slid in up to the hilt, I had to fight for every glorious quarter of an inch with this tight ass. And it was a glorious fight into a glorious ass.
It took a while, but finally I was in up to the max. We were both sweating profusely. I leaned over her bent back and whispered in her ear. “We can stop now. I’m in you all the way.”
“Don’t you dare, chicken-shit. You’re going to finish in all three holes tonight, if I have to die doing it.”
I suddenly realized what she was doing. She was giving me a night so special, I would never forget it. Anybody I fucked after this would just be ordinary sex. If this truly was Janet I was buried in, it would explain her hurt look when I brought Julie back in that afternoon. She and the whole camp had heard as I had climaxed inside Julie like I never had with the mystery lady. In her own way she was telling me she was laying claim to me, putting her mark on me.
Well if she wanted it, who was I to refuse her? I started to slowly pull out of her. Just a couple of inches at first, and then I slid it back in.
“Ooophhhh!” She was quite for several minutes. “All right. Do it again!”
I obeyed the Skipper. I let it slip out of the super-tight canal, and then pushed steadily back in. And again. And again. Slowly, she began to loosen up and her breathing deepened. She started pushing back in counterpoint to my thrusts, pulling away when I pulled out, shoving back when I pushed forward. I was almost coming all the way out to the rim around my cock head on each motion by now.
Suddenly she raised up on both elbows and squeezed down tightly on my prick. She was motionless for what seemed like several minutes and I held still behind her.
“AAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEE!” She shuddered on the end of my prick for a long time. “God, I wouldn’t have thought it possible....”
“What?” I asked after she didn’t elaborate.
“I just had the most intense orgasm of my life and I got it from having a ten foot log shoved up my ass! That’s what! Now do it for me again, sailor. And that’s an order!”
I did my best, and, with her willful cooperation, I did it to her again. At least four more times. It seemed she got more sensitive with each climax, never quite coming down from the last one before exploding into another one higher and harder than the one before. I don’t know how she hung on for the whole 2 hours or so we were locked into position like that, but she did. She didn’t quit or hold back. If anything, she got greedier for the orgasms, pushing herself and me to greater and greater exertions.
Finally, just as her fifth and biggest orgasm was sweeping over her, we both felt my cock swell in her shit chute and empty into her. The feeling of my hot sticky spunk filling her sent her even higher and she fainted and collapsed on the bed, her mission accomplished.
My cock was still stuck in her and I had to follow her back down to the bed. I gently rolled over onto my side and pulled her still hot body to me. Slowly she came to as I toyed with her tight swollen breasts and she snuggled back into me. We lay there for a while in utter bliss until we heard a scratching noise at my door.
“Psssst. Uh, Ma’am. Are you still there? It’s almost light.” I recognized the administrator’s assistant, if not by her timing, then by her mousy voice.
“I’ll be right there.”
She rolled away from me and I slipped out of her ass hole with a loud “POP!” Then she farted. I could almost see her blush. She sat on the edge of the bed for a minute and then got up. I started to get up to help her. I also figured I’d be able to see her in the light from the hallway.
She pushed me back down. “Nice try, sailor.” She got almost to the door when she stopped. I thought she was in too much pain to go any farther, but instead she turned around and came back to the bed.
She lightly kissed me and said, “Almost forgot. ‘Thank you, Mr. Mattson’,” in that sexy little girl voice. Then, “Goodnight, sailor. And I do mean I had a GOOD night.”
“Me, too. Goodnight, Skipper.” Believe it or not, I was hard again from her saying that. God, she was sexy!
I skipped my exercises that morning for the first time in years.
Again, on the reread, this series gets better and better. Hope the author has plans for a follow along/continuation of the action at Camp RAH-RAH-RAH. These girls sure know now to handle a log and get the most out of it.
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