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THE USUAL WARNINGS:
This is a work of fiction by a twisted mind. If you
are offended by graphic descriptions of natural and/or
unnatural sexual acts, if you are underage, or if this
type of material is illegal where you are, don't read
any further.
This is a fantasy. You will have to loosen your clench
on reality a little when you read it. This is a tale in
which physical acts and human responses are not limited
to, nor necessarily based in, reality. Some acts and
responses in this story may be physically impossible
and/or physiologically improbable.
Also, as is the case with most of the stories in this
newsgroup, all the women in this story are beautiful -
gorgeous, even. Gravity has not caused breasts to
droop nor have wrinkles creased unblemished faces. The
men (the leading men, at least) are hung like bulls.
They can get it up and keep it up often and at will.
In this special little fantasyland, there are no STDs,
morals, or unwanted pregnancies. Guilt is a four-
letter word. Most important of all, neither strength
of character, courage of convictions, nor moral belief
stand a chance against any erotic stimulus. This can
be as benign as an accidental glimpse of a bared ankle
or as stimulating as a whipping on the genitals.
For those of you who didn't understand the preceding
statements, GO AWAY!
This story is intended for the salacious entertainment
of consenting adults. Do not try to do any of the
things described in this story. You could injure
yourself or your partner, be arrested, or shot by her
father....
If you are under 18 years of age, GO AWAY! This story
will burn your eyeballs and fry your brain.
If material of a strong sexual nature is prohibited
where you are, GO AWAY!
By continuing, the reader accepts all responsibility
for any disgust, revulsion, jail sentences, or pleasure
that results from reading this story. If you don't, GO
AWAY!
You have been warned!
If you enjoy this story and feel the urge to post it on
a <free> site, at least give me (NightShade) credit for
it.
So, stick your tongue firmly in your cheek and enjoy
the story!....:)
NightShade
The Camp Nurse
Chapter 3 - The Skipper
by NightShade
first posted 2/97; revised 12/98
[The continuing adventures of Chris Mattson, RN at an
all-girls cheerleading camp high up in the mountains
out west. The only problem is that Chris is a male.
Let the fun continue...]
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 satisfied 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 a 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'm 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
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.
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