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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 story is a fantasy. You have to loosen your clench on reality a

little when you read it. As is the case with most stories in this

newsgroup, in this story all the women are beautiful; gravity has never

touched their breasts nor wrinkles their unblemished faces; the men (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 4 - The Assistant

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...]

I slept late the next morning, arriving for breakfast just in time to

take my place at my appointed 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 in the process. 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."

Later came as it always does. 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 kind of used to this, you know?

But then 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 for their boyfriends or fantasy lovers and that they were

actually fucking my prick. And me. 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 after stripping off her nightshirt, her

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 where 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, her breathing rapid, but steady. These

kids recuperate much faster than us old folks.

"Now slide back 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? Oh, 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 outside 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 forefinger 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 taste good. I liked it. And I liked 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

our 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

shy developing 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 hallway, 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 the next couple of days 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 I had been refused access to her,

unless it was an emergency. A lonely heart didn't qualify, so I had had

to suffer 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. Very sore. Served the greedy lady right.

"Is she all right?" I was concerned.

"I think she's just sore. She didn't sit down all day and she 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 just 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, Sandra?"

"Oh yes! Could I? You wouldn't mind? I really would like to, if it

were all right with you. 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, uh, don't actually know what to do."

"You've never done it before?"

"Oh, yes. I started in high school and a then did it a couple of times

in college. And I'm mar...." She stopped herself short. Then went on.

"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 to make it good for

me. Everybody says you'll help me."

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. She jumped out of her skin. So much for

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 she 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 put her

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 cocksucker, 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 in one night!"

"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 next?"

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 fu 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, about the size of large oranges,

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, and she

brought her knees up to her chest, spreading her cuntlips wide open. I

frenched them. She arched her back to force more of herself 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. I want to feel the 'big one.' 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! Is

that really me?" 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. There was no sag in them at all. She began rutting on my

stomach.

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

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

She slipped down and bumped into my cock. She gasped as it bored a

little into her ass hole. 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. Just let it 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 ass holes I had

been dipped into in the last few days, but it must have felt like she

was splitting in two to her. She didn't cry out, but it was an effort

on her part to get each inch of me into her. But she did. And

suddenly, 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, maybe she didn't, but she most definitely liked

men, too, and that was what was important. To me, anyway.

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End of chapter

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