Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. The Camp Nurse Chapter 4 - The Assistant by Nightshade [The continuing adventures of Chris Mattson, RN at an all-girls cheerleading camp high up in the mountains out west. Only Chris is a male. Let the fun continue.] I slept late the next morning, arriving for breakfast just in time to take my place at my table after a hurried shower and shave. Janet was not at her place. I noticed the somber atmosphere of the girls around me and chalked it up to her absence - she really did light up the whole camp, and that was not just my biased opinion. Breakfast went by quietly and then again lunch. By dinner Janet still hadn't shown up, and I was concerned. But the quietness had a different cause, as I found out after dinner. I was sitting under one of the huge old redwoods that populated the valley, watching the last of the light reflect off of the lake. I heard light steps coming up from the direction of the camp and then a quiet soft voice. I turned to look at one of the younger girls standing by my side. "Mr. Mattson?" "Yes?" "May I sit down with you?" "Sure!" Instead of sitting on the ground as I expected, she pivoted and plopped her ass down in my lap. She ground it around a couple of times and then looked up at me with those big innocent clear brown eyes. Boy, can looks be deceiving! "Are you feeling better today?" I thought fast. Why was I not feeling better yesterday? Then I remembered that there were no visitors last night. They must have told the girls that I was tired or not feeling well. "Yes, I'm feeling much better, thank you. Why?" "Oh, good!," she gushed. "It's my turn tonight and I was hoping you would be OK." Suddenly she realized what she had said and blushed. "What's your name?" "Melody." "Well, Melody, tonight when you come in, kiss me on my nose so I'll know it's you and we'll do something special. OK?" "But we don't have that much time to.." She again blushed. "We'll make time. Thank you for your concern." I kissed her on her forehead and helped her up, copping a satisfying feel of her tight little ass on the way up. She giggled and wiggled it against my palm and then impishly leaned over to give me a kiss back, pausing and holding herself bent over at the waist until I got a complete view of her 14 year old tits. Or what there was of them. When I sighed and grinned she finished her kiss and stood up, giving me an instant replay on the way back up. "Later, Mr. Mattson," she called. I could hardly wait for later. "Bye, Melody." But later came. Finally. The bells rang and the camp quieted down. The lights were out, but for some reason I couldn't sleep. Anticipation, I guess. I never realized how much I looked forward to all those tight pussies getting off on my prick each night. A guy could get used to this, you know? But the visits started, right on schedule. The first couple of fucks were straightforward kiss, suck, fuck, "Thank you, Mr. Mattson" jobs. I did notice, however, that I was being used less and less as substitute and that they were actually fucking my prick. In fact, I was only Daddy once that whole night. Melody was the fifth girl. I felt a kiss on my mouth that quickly moved up to my nose. She even nipped it a little with her teeth, just to make sure I wouldn't miss the signal, I guess. A girlish little giggle and she snuggled into the narrow cot beside me. "So what are we going to do?," she asked. "Well, first, take off your nightshirt." "Oh, Mr. Mattson, that would be naughty! I would be naked," she gushed as she lay back down next to me, soft young bare skin on my skin. They must teach speed stripping as a course here, with Julie as the instructor. I let my hands roam over her tight young body, exciting both of us with little touches and pinches and probes. Her tits were what you would call perky. Just beginning to develop, they were slight mounds topped by hard kernels of nipples. They were at that painful stage were they always itched or ached, so I was particularly gentle with them. As it was, her nipples were so hard and sensitive she came just from my gentle explorations. I also found a bald pussy, not the first one I had noticed that night. She shuddered again as I toyed with her lower nub between her cunt lips. She was biting my arm to keep quiet and I knew I was going to have a hickey the next day. "Melody, straddle my chest like you were going to get on my prick, but face the other way." She did so quickly and quietly. These kids recuperate much faster than us old folks. "Now slide this way." I pulled on her hips to move her towards my head - and mouth. She was still sitting straight up. I lifted her hips gently and lowered her cunt down on my mouth. "OH! OH! OH! OH! Mr. Mattson! What are you doing? It feels so good! OH! OH! OH! Yessssss! Nobody has ever done that before. OH! SSSsssshhhhiiiitttt! Don't Stop. AAARRrrrggggghhhh!" Several hissing and shushing noises came from the hallway. There really was a line out side my door. If that's never happened to you, you have no idea what that will do for your ego. Mine sure felt healthy. Melody kind of fell forward and gagged herself by swallowing my stiff prick. But her hips never stopped wiggling against my nose and chin, urging my tongue to greater depths inside her. I obliged to the best of my ability, which was considerable. She finally shuddered and collapsed on my abdomen, breathing heavily. I could feel the two knots of her nipples pressing on my stomach. When she started to come around, I lifted her small frame and flipped her around so she was lying on my stomach on her back. I slip her down until my prick head was butting up against her cunt lips. Automatically, she reached down and guided it into the tight opening. She took over from there, sensing what I wanted. She slid down its length and began to fuck herself with my hard cock. There wasn't as much contact with her clit in this position, but it did hit the G-spot better. I reached down and found her excited clit. I pinched it lightly between my thumb and fore finger and urged her to reach her climax. When she came, she twisted almost all the way around and kissed me hard, stifling her screams into my mouth. She tasted her own juice on my lips and she came again. "So that's what I taste like." "You tasted good. I liked it. And what we did, too." "Me, too." She pulled herself off the bed. She leaned over and lightly kissed me. "Thank you, Mr. Mattson. Thank you very much!" She was headed out the door when I whispered to her. "Melody!" She turned back to me. I reached up and found her nose. I rubbed it gently. "Let's keep it out little secret, right?" You would have thought I had just given her a million dollars. In some ways, I suppose a genuine secret is worth that much in self esteem to a 14 year old girl. Her kiss that time was not so light and almost started us off again. If it hadn't been for the impatient girls in the hall way, I just might have fucked her again. But she would be back another night. I heard considerable whispering and discussions as the rest of the visitors tried to find out what happened with Melody. She became something of a celebrity and I prepared myself to make an explanation to the Skipper when she showed up later that night. I had not seen Janet all day, and had been refused access to her, unless it was an emergency. A lonely heart didn't qualify, so I had suffered through the day without her. But I knew she was going to come in later. She hadn't missed a night. But a half hour passed after the last girl had gotten herself off on my stiff member, then an hour. Finally, I heard the door creep open. "Uh, Mr. Mattson?" My heart sank, but not my prick. It was the assistant. "Yes?" She shuffled closer to the bed in the dark. "Uh, I was told to tell you that `The Skipper can't make it tonight.' She said she was sorry, and something about it was her fault for trying to swallow `a ten foot log.' She said you would understand. Do you?" I did. Her ass was sore. "Is she alright?" I was concerned. "I think she's just sore. She didn't sit down all day and has to lay on her stomach to sleep." She giggled. "She called you `an insatiable satyr'. From her, that's a compliment." "But she's OK?" "Yes, but she won't be here tonight." Her message done, I thought she would leave. While not unattractive, she didn't seem the type to hang around. For whatever. But she didn't leave. She kind of stood there and shuffled her feet. "Was there anything else?," I asked her. "Well, I was wondering, uh, since, you know, since, well, you know, well, since she's not, you know, like, well." "Would you like to take her place?" "Oh yes! That's what I want. I want to take her place." "In my heart or on my prick?" "Oh! On your thing, silly." I expected her to move, but she just stood there. "Well?" "Uh, don't laugh at me, but I don't actually know what to do." "You've never done it before?" "Oh, yes. In high school and a couple of times in college. But I've never, well, I've always just kind of been there for the guy. They always did everything. I don't know what to do." I smiled in the dark at her honesty. I forgave her all her interruptions and swore to make this a good time for her. "You could start by sitting down." I patted the cot so she could hear where to sit in the dark. She sat. "Now take off your night shirt and sandals." She shivered in the cool night air. I touched her lightly on her side, just above her hip. A safe place to touch a skittish woman. "Now, what do you want to do?" She was quiet. Then I felt her hand sliding around my stomach gradually moving down. She bumped into my hard meat much earlier than she anticipated and kind of gasped. Her hand pulled away and then found it again, this time on purpose. "Oh, my! It's bigger than I thought." She played with it gently, stroking it up and down, then becoming more and more urgent until I cried out in pain. "Ouch!" "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Let me kiss it." Before either of us realized what she was doing, she had my rod in her mouth. It was obvious she had not done this very much, if at all, but her enthusiasm was arousing. She just about rubbed it raw with her teeth until I got her to cover her teeth with her upper lip and tongue underneath. She also got the head down her throat part way without gagging. She kept coming up and asking if she was doing it right. She tried so hard, and, by the time she was tired, was getting to be a pretty good cock sucker, too. I told her that, and I could feel the heat from her blush. She lifted her head up from my cock and stretched out next to me on the cot, never letting go of my prick with her hand. But now she held it gently and caressed it like a lover. I felt her looking up at me. I tipped my head towards hers and our lips met. "Do all men taste like you do?" I laughed. "Only men who have had twenty or so girls sitting on their pricks!" "Oh." Silence "I liked it. Does that mean I like girls?" That was a loaded question. I changed the subject. "What would you like me to do for you?" She caught her breath. The big question. Decision time. In a shy voice she asked, "Would you make love to me? Show me what to do? I want to do something, but I don't know what or how." I rolled over so I was on top of her. Kissed her lips. Then her eyes. Then her ears. I spent a long time just caressing her and kissing her. I felt the tears rolling down her cheeks and licked them away. She cried some more. I drew my lips along her neck, down along her jugular vein into the depression at the base of her neck. I buried my face there and traced gentle designs with my tongue on that sensitive area. Then I did the other side. She had stuffed one of her hands in her mouth to muffle her screams. This poor woman was so tense she was orgasming already and I wasn't even to her tits. I avoided those for now and concentrated on her long smooth arms. Each finger received a lingering kiss with special attention paid to the palms of her hands. She was now sobbing, jerking around on the cot under me. I was afraid what would happen when I started on her breasts, so I flipped her over on her stomach. The sudden move surprised her until I ran my tongue down the length of her back. She screamed into the pillow, beating her fists into the mattress. She would have kicked her feet but I was sitting on them. I decided what this woman needed was a massage. I happened to know how to give two kinds of massages, both erotic. One was good, the other very good. I didn't think she would last if I gave her a very good one, which included the anal areas I didn't think she was ready for. Yet. So I started on a sensual back rub that had the effect of calming her down. Apparently this was something she could deal with, something she knew. Her breathing returned to normal as I worked my way down her back. And reached her buttocks. My rod had been resting on the crease between those cheeks for most of the massage, but she didn't seem to have noticed. As I began to rub and move the deep muscles in her ass, her breathing began to get ragged again. I did her butt, then moved down her one leg then back up the other. I did spend extra time on her feet and toes and was rewarded with another orgasm, but a slower, gentler one this time. It felt like she almost enjoyed that one. I moved up the side of the bed and quickly flipped her over. It wasn't like a kung foo thing, but it happened before she was aware of it. I started to massage her upper chest and shoulders, still avoiding her breasts. She noticed, because she started to thrust them up at my hands, brushing them against my wrists as I worked higher up. She began to grunt and pant in an animalistic way, writhing on the bed in the ancient movements of sex and seduction. "Oh, God. What are you doing to me? I've never felt this way before. I want you to touch me, squeeze me hard, play with my boobies. Please.Please.Please," she pleaded. I gently captured her swollen dancing nipples in the cracks between my fingers as I palmed her entire breasts. I applied pressure gently as I squeezed my fingers together over those soft mounds. I had always thought of the assistant as mousy, an ordinary, plain girl. From the way she dressed and walked, I imagined small, saggy tits and the same for her bottom, kind of flat and droopy. Boy, was I wrong! She was just a beautiful girl with a poor self image. Because the guys in her life didn't know how to make her feel special, she didn't think she was. Jerks. All of them. I may have my own quirks and kinks, but at least I made each person feel special. Not like some kind of jerk-off bag to squirt sperm into. Her tits were a bit larger than I like, and softer. But they felt terrific. I told her so and she started crying again. I continued down her body, describing each rib, each smooth curve of her trim body in the most erotic language I could think of. When I got to her mons, there was no hair. "Is this for me?," I asked her, indicating her shaved mound. "Yes. Most of the girls are shaved now. For you. Do you like it? I hope so. I haven't felt this naked since I was 12." "It's beautiful. Lovely, so smooth, so kissable." I proceeded to do just that and she squealed a bit. The aromas coming from between her legs told me she had really been enjoying herself, and that I would have to change the sheets before getting any sleep tonight. But I didn't mind. I kissed a little lower. Her legs parted automatically, spreading her cuntlips wide open. I frenched them. She arched her back into my mouth, forcing her cunt hard on my lips. I grabbed onto her legs to hold her there, and feasted on the delectable nectar she was producing in quantity. I could hear her sobbing softly but I didn't stop until she went limp in my arms. I laid her gently out on the bed and lay down beside her still form. She rested quietly for a while. She wasn't unconscious because her hand drew little designs in my chest hair. "Thank you, Chris, uh, Mr. Mattson. Thank you." "You're welcome, but is that all you want?" "There's more?" "If you want, yes. But it's OK to stop now. I'm fine. Only if you want." Her hand seized the hairs on my chest and pulled a few. Ouch! "I want more. Please. Now!" I laughed and gently kissed her forehead. Then I kissed her lips and she tasted herself, probably for the first time. "Ummmm. Good!" she whispered. I rolled her on top of me and helped her sit up. I cupped her swaying tits in my hands and held them firmly, the nipples rubbing into my palms. She began rutting on my stomach. "What do I do now?," she asked timidly. "Move down a little." Her old boyfriends really were jerks. She slipped down and bumped into my cock. She automatically raised up a little to slide over it, but as she passed over the head it slipped up inside her hot box. She froze. "What's the matter?" "I'm scared. It's always hurt before or I've been disappointed." "It always hurts the first time. But that's over now. And it wasn't your fault you were disappointed. Blame your taste in men, maybe, but other than that, it was all their fault you weren't satisfied. Go ahead. Let it just slip inside you. We'll go slow and make sure it doesn't hurt and that you like it. OK?" For an answer she let a bit more slip in. Before I could say anything she grunted, and forced a little bit more. To me it didn't seem that she was that tight, given the young pussies and tight assholes I had been into in the last few days, but it must have felt like she was splitting in two to her. She didn't cry, but it was an effort on her part to get each inch of me into her. But she did. And it was like a switch went off in her head. Suddenly she was the all-American cheerleader. The cheers started out clean enough, like the old: Push `em back Push `em back, Harder Harder, and the one that goes: Do it again Do it again We like it We like it. They started out, like I said, clean and somewhat quiet. But after her first climax riding in the saddle, she got loud. And dirty. Between cheers of: Push it in Push it in Harder harder and Give me an `F' Give me a `U' Give me a `C' Give me a `K' Fuck me!, Fuck me!, Fuck me!, I was beginning to hear peals of laughter coming from outside my window. My companion either didn't know or didn't care. Her yells got raunchier and louder with each climax, and she had quite a few. Her hips never stopped swirling and thrusting, rubbing her clit on both the up and down strokes. With and between each orgasm, I swear I could actually feel her cunt muscles tightening up. I guess the old saying about `use it or loose it' was true in this case. She finally shrieked and collapsed to a thunderous round of applause and laughter, not at her, but at the situation. Two of the staff came in an carried her away back to her room, both very solicitous of her. They both asked if I needed them to come back and help with any unfinished business, but I was already asleep, a big grin on my face. I think I had finally answered her loaded question if she liked girls or not. Maybe she did, but she liked men, too, and that was what was important. To me, anyway.