THE USUAL WARNINGS:
This is a work of fiction by a twisted mind. If you are offended by
graphic sexual descriptions of natural and/or unnatural acts, or if you
are underage, don't read any further. Also kids, don't try this at home
without adult supervision.
This is a fantasy. You have to loosen your clench on reality a
little when you read it. As is the case with most in this
newsgroup, in this all the women are beautiful; gravity has never
touched their nor wrinkles their unblemished faces; the (the
hero in this story, at least) are hung like bulls and can get it up and
keep it up at will; there are no STDs, morals, or unwanted pregnancies;
and guilt is a four letter word. Most of all, strength of character
doesn't stand a chance against any erotic stimulus, which can be as
benign as a glance. That being said, stick your tongue firmly in your
cheek and enjoy.
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. 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 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 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 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 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 was going to attack me right then. She was
certain I had 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 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 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 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 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 and a great one at
that.
"Cat got your tongue, sailor? Why so serious?"
I was silent. It wasn't that her milking 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, 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 that comes
here to this camp is 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 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 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 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 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 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 bad, it 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 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 I was buried in, it would
explain her 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 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 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 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 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.
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
End of chapter
I hope you enjoyed it. :)
Comments to "i_m_nightshade@hotmail.com
|
|
