BLAM! I heard the blast of the shotgun and my military training took over. I dropped my bags and hit the dirt and rolled to my right away from the sound, taking inventory of my body for wounds as I scurried for cover behind a slight rise in the terrain sloping up from the lake. I had heard the 'click-click' of another round being chambered and began to sweat.
Even worse, I could hear the wap-wap-wap of the helicopter receding in the clear thin air. It was the only way out of here. I instinctively tried to locate the threat because whoever was shooting meant business. Somewhere off to my left, I thought. I couldn't see anyone or anything from where I was so I tried to crab over a ways to get a better angle. BLAM! click-click BLAM! click-click This time branches fell on my back and I heard the bark of the trees behind me being ripped away. I was dead meat.
I started to get up very slowly, keeping my hands in clear view over my head. Might as well go out like a man. "Hold it right there, you bastard! Where the hell do you think you're goin'?"
It was a voice from your worst nightmare. Shrill and angry. PMS on steroids. Pitched at just that tone that made your bowels turn to water, kind of like fingernails on a blackboard, only worse. And this one had a shotgun, too. "Mernnfroong gdnr nddnf." It's difficult to talk clearly when your mouth is full of pine needles and moss.
"What did you say? Speak up before I blow your head off!"
"I'm looking for the camp administrator, Janet Crandell," I said after turning my head and spitting out the debris.
"What for?" I don't know why, given my situation at the time, but that question got my dander up. (For those of you who don't know what 'dander' is, it is a lot more comfortable to get up than something else that gets 'up' on occasion and gets cramped in your shorts, but in certain circumstances, like the one I was currently in, dander can be life threatening. Clear?) I impulsively resisted her questioning.
"Are you Ms. Crandell?"
"Then it's really none of your business, is it?"
I started to get up. BLAM! click-click She apparently didn't like my attitude. "Stay down, you bastard."
I realized that I had heard several high pitched sounds after that last shot, like squeals or birds. I couldn't place the sound, but it seemed to come from all around. Slowly turning my head to both sides I spied several Nikes, Reeboks and Adidas of all colors sprouting some of the finest pairs of young tanned healthy legs I had ever seen in my 23 years.
Then came 'The Voice' again: "Stay back, girls. It's a MAN!" She said that last work like it was a dirty word. One of the pairs of legs sassed back to her, "We KNOOOW" in typical teenage sarcasm. I decided I liked that kid, whoever she was. Several of the spectators giggled, and one or two laughed outright. The sound of running feet preceded the arrival of the 'authorities.'
"Gertie, what's all the shooting about? I warned you about that."
"I got one, Miss Crandell! I got one of those slimy no-good pre-vert bastards trying to sneak into the camp!"
I didn't see any of this as I was still face down in the moss, taking no chances. I heard or sensed someone come over to me. "My name is Janet Crandell. I am the administrator of this camp. Who are you and what do you want?" The questions were put forward in a very business-like manner, but in a voice that would have melted the heart of the toughest CEO. I also noticed she did not ask me to get up.
"My name is Chris Mattson. I was hired to be your camp nurse." I reached - very slowly - into my shirt pocket and handed her my contract. There was dead silence for several minutes. "May I get up, now?" I asked after what seemed enough time for her to have re-written the entire contract, much less read it.
Not receiving an answer, I slowly raised up. And looked at a very tanned, very shapely set of legs. Not hearing a gun shot was a good sign, and I continued to rise up passed a slight swell of feminine hips fronting for a smallish firm tight ass covered by a pair of clinging nylon running shorts, then a trim bare waist highlighted by one of the most perfect navels God ever created, then onto a set of moderately small high riding breasts encased in one of those sports-bra things.
"This is too good to be true!" I thought as I was standing up. "If she's blonde, blue-eyed and gorgeous, I'll know this is a wet-dream."
I looked at her face. She was. I pinched myself. It wasn't. She stood all of 5'3'' at most and, with her little girl figure, didn't look old enough to be the administrator. "Hi." I stuck out my hand.
"Hello. Uh, sorry about the rude welcome, but there seems to have been some sort of mistake. This is an all girls camp...." She left my hand waving in the breeze so I took it back. Not a good sign.
"And? What's the problem?"
"Uh, well, let's go to my office and discuss this, OK?"
We started up the path she indicated. We had to go right past the teutonic mass of flesh holding a 12 gauge pump action shot gun who I had now identified as 'Gertie.'
As I walked by, I stayed in a meek, head bowed posture until I was next to her. She felt invincible holding the gun, and let me get too close. Pretending to stumble, I reached out, grabbed the gun from her oversized hands, and did a swift leg sweep to knock her legs out from under her. I swear to God, the earth shook when she landed. I stood over her, staring down at her. I expected to see fear in her eyes, but Gertie surprised me. All I saw was hate. Loathing. Disgust. You get the picture. I was 'MAN', ergo I was "EVIL"
As we stared at each other, I slowly pumped the shotgun and ejected the shells onto her body. There were five shells in the gun and one in the chamber. Shit, she must have reloaded the damn thing while Miss Crandell was talking to me. I broke down the gun, and with a final glare at her, continued up the path. I saw my bags neatly stacked by the office door. Not a good sign, again. However, several minutes later, after a seriously heated discussion about sexual discrimination, lawsuits for breach of contract, etc., Janet Crandell conceded defeat.
She needed a nurse for the insurance, I was a registered nurse, I had a contract, thus, I was Camp Rah-Rah-Rah's new nurse. I wouldn't have been such a hard ass, but I needed this job. For all the wrong reasons. To make a long story short, I had gone into the Navy voluntarily because I wanted to be a SEAL. It was what I wanted to be all my adolescent life. Once in the Navy, I worked so hard I actually got into the program and was almost finished with the training when I ran into what in military terms is called a SNAFU. You know, Situation Normal, All Fucked Up.
The Pentagon computer somehow decided that I should be trained as a nurse, not a SEAL. Nothing could change the decision. I appealed all the way up. My commander appealed all the way up. Senators and Representatives appealed all the way up. Nothing. They wouldn't even let me graduate from the SEAL program. So I became Lt. Chris Mattson, RN, USN.
I didn't last long at the base hospital. It had something to do with my looks, I guess. The doctors didn't like the way I looked, except one or two of them, but all the women nurses liked the way I looked, except the commander, she was just too old to care.
I suppose I should describe myself. I'm just over six feet tall, 180 lbs. If I grew a mustache, I would look like Tom Selleck, only better. I never considered myself handsome, but I never had trouble getting dates, either. No tattoos, no scars. Just your average guy. Anyway, why I needed this job.... It seems my presence at the base hospital was causing quite a problem.
On the one hand, the doctors weren't getting anymore of the nurse nookie they had been accustomed to. Neither was I, but that fact didn't seem to be relevant to the horny bastards. And on the other hand, there were four or five cat fights in the nurse's locker room, the last one requiring major reconstruction surgery, as the other nurses were apparently fighting over me. God knows, I did nothing to encourage them. Well, almost nothing.
They had insisted on the basis of equality that I use their locker room to change and some of them might have seem me naked six or seven times in the shower. Hey, what's a guy to do? So I got excited and got a hard on. You'd have thought they had never seen a 10" prick before.
I mean, don't all men have one? Anyway, after the last fight, the commander called me into her office, gave me my decommissioning papers, and advised me that both of the nurses involved in the fight were married and that I may want to make myself scarce for a long - she emphasized that word 'long' - time.
It seems that none of the nurses husbands had been getting any nurse nookie for a long time either and were really pissed at me. The commander suggested I contact a placement agency she knew of that handled RNs. I called. The agency had an immediate opening at an isolated kids summer camp with no access, only helicopter, and so here I was.
The staff at the agency either didn't know or didn't care that this was an all girls cheerleading camp. Or perhaps they just assumed that a nurse would be a female. Or perhaps because my name is Chris and not Christopher. Who knows. Who cares. I was here. Camp Rah-Rah-Rah was an abandoned government facility in a hidden valley about 5000' up in one of the endless mountain ranges of the West.
It sat on a glacier-fed lake and was protected from the weather by high peaks on all sides. The outlet stream from the lake plunged over a 100' water fall about a mile down stream, effectively sealing off the valley. It was beautiful. The camp was originally intended to be a training facility of some kind. Maybe the Forest Service wanted to train the rangers how to fly fish or something. But that's beside the point.
There were several million tax dollars at work here, all of which the beautiful Janet Crandell had acquired for a mere pittance at auction. The camp was entirely self-contained with running water, huge underground warehouses that were turned into training areas, luxury hotel/dormitory accommodations for up to 200 people, kitchens, satellite communications, even generating electricity from the water fall. Typical government overkill.
The dispensary was typical of this lavish style. There was actually an OR with an emergency generator. The clinic had not been used for a while, so I spent the rest of the day getting it in shape. Mostly dusting and organizing, familiarizing myself with the stocks. I had intended to make a list of things to order, but after two hours I hadn't been able to find anything to write down. The place was very well equipped.
About 3:00 I heard the helicopter coming up the valley. I could see the landing pad from the dispensary window and I watched in wry amusement as Janet Crandell and Gertie pantomimed out a scene. Janet would point at the chopper and Gertie would shake her head 'No'. Another firm gesture towards the chopper, and Gertie would hang her head and shuffle a couple of steps towards the machine. She would then turn and say something.
The whole process would begin again. Janet would point, Gertie would plead. Shuffle, beg, point, plead. Gertie obviously did not want to leave. But she did and the chopper faded away for the second time that day. I felt better about this one. The phone rang - did I mention they had an internal phone system? - and Janet's assistant informed me that a Staff meeting was to be held at 4:00 before dinner.
I showered, shaved and dressed in my best nurse whites to meet the staff and followed her directions to the boardroom. I was early and was able to greet each arriving staff member. Being a gentleman, I stood up as each one came in the door. All of them had heard the news by now, so they were all looking forward to meeting me.
Apparently, all of them had also showered and shaved (I guess) and were wearing the most attractive or flattering clothing they had with them. And no wedding rings. I could describe each of them individually, but this is a short story. Suffice it to say that each one of them was an ex-Cheerleader at either a major University or pro sport team, and that there wasn't a ounce of excess weight on any of them. And with what they were - or weren't - wearing, I could tell. You get the picture. They were all outgoing, smart, friendly, confident of their womanhood, and beautiful. Excellent role models for the young girls at the camp.
The room quieted down when Janet walked in. Or should I say floated in. I never noticed her move, but she was suddenly at the head of the table, calling the meeting to order. Before she spoke, she surveyed the female staff, and grinned a wry smile. "All right, people, a few things on the agenda. One, you have probably heard the news, but I would like to formally present our camp nurse, Mr. Chris Mattson. Please introduce yourselves and make him feel welcome." A titter of giggles swept the room. I blushed. So did Janet. "Not THAT welcome, ladies!"
That broke up the room, and the ice. The tension that had been building unnoticed disappeared. When the laughter died down, she continued. "Second, you are probably also aware that Gertie is no longer with us. I'm sure we will all miss her, but it does leave a couple of holes in the roster. So we need to spread out her responsibilities. First, I need a volunteer to take over her campers."
A tall red-head raised her hand. "I could take some of them. They're all the same age as my girls, so it should fit OK."
She flashed me a shy smile as she finished speaking. A tauny gorgeous black woman quickly spoke up, "Me, too." Another shy smile in my direction.
"Thank you, ladies. Work it out between you. Next, is there anyone who quilts?"
A long silence.
Finally, a quiet voice spoke up behind Janet. "None of the campers had signed up for that class, Miss Crandell."
Several of the staff tried to cover up their smiles. It wasn't nice, but it was funny. Janet shot her assistant a pained smile. "OK, that takes care of that. How about self-defense training? I know that all the girls have to take that course." Another long silence.
Finally I spoke up. "What type of training are you looking for? Hand to hand or shotguns?" The room broke up. I probably shouldn't have said anything, but the bitch had shot at me. The look on Janet's face wasn't pretty, but I had another card up my sleeve.
"Mr. Mattson, this is a serious meeting. Please keep your comments appropriate." All right, I deserved that.
"I apologize, Ma'am. But I have extensive training in hand to hand fighting and weapons. Navy SEAL training, to be exact. I could put together a program for you. From the response of your staff for a request for volunteers, I could include training for them as well, if you want."
Janet's face went from surprised to relieved. When I made the offer to train the staff as well, you would have thought the home team had just scored the winning touchdown. The cheers, whistles, and applauding went on for several minutes. When it finally quieted down, Janet said, "Well, it seems as if we have a new instructor. And a new staff course, as well."
She looked around at all the female staff. "All staff personnel will participate in that course," she continued. An emphatic, over-loud whispered "YES!!!" from her mousey assistant broke up the room again and the meeting as well. Janet resignedly waved them away out of the room and sat at the head of the table shaking her head. She was smiling, however. She motioned for me to stay as the room cleared.
"You seem to have caused quite a stir, Mr. Mattson. I haven't seen that much makeup on my staff in the four weeks we've been here."
"Please, call me Chris, Miss Crandell..."
"OK, Janet. Look, I apologize for the remark about Gertie, but she did kind of start things."
"Don't think anything of it. She was out of place here, but I couldn't get rid of her without a reason. You provided that reason, so in a way, I should be grateful to you. However, I won't have you making negative comments about anyone in a staff meeting. I don't work that way. Is that understood, Chris?"
"That sounded like there should be a salute with that," she chuckled.
"Sorry. Just habit, I guess."
"Let's go to dinner. I'll show you to your table."
"Yes. All the staff spread out around the room and sit in different areas. This encourages interaction between the staff and campers. You have an assigned table in your own area. The campers do not. They may sit where they like."
By that time we were at the door to the dining area. The hubbub of noise from room came through the double swinging doors and filled the hall where we were standing. Janet looked at me with a raised eyebrow and a crooked smile. "Ready to face the enemy, sailor?"
"Aye-Aye, Skipper," I grinned back at her as I held the door open for her. Apparently she wasn't expecting that because she gave me a very pleasant and appreciative smile as she ducked under my arm and into the room. It was like a switch had been switched off. There was dead silence in the room. Even the kitchen cooks stopped banging the pots and pans. All eyes were on me and Janet as we made our way over to what was to become 'my' table. The eyes follow us every step of the way around to the back corner, as yet unpopulated by diners.
"This was Gertie's area. You just inherited it. Looks like tonight you'll get to eat in peace. Or you can join me if you like." "No thanks, Janet, I'd better not. I wouldn't want them to think I couldn't handle dinner alone." "Suit yourself, sailor," she flipped over her shoulder. I could have almost sworn she was flirting with me.
Regardless, I was getting stiff watching her walk away towards the food line. Or maybe it was being in the middle of all that young stuff. You see, there was a reason I had never had any of the nurse nookie at the base hospital. It was all too old. I liked mine young. 18 at the oldest. There was something about a girl turning into a woman that turned me off. Which was why Janet interested me. She looked young. And she would continue to look young for a long, long time. She looked more fuckable the longer I looked at her. I broke my stare when I felt a tugging on my pants leg.
"Hey, Mister. Can I sit with you?"
I looked down to see an absolutely doll faced innocent young girl standing next to me. Her big brown eyes looked up at mine and she batted her eyelids in a most seductive manner. I just about came then and there. This was going to be harder than I thought. "Sure. Just let me go get my tray."
"OK. I'll wait here." I went off in the direction Janet had headed to get my dinner. Nothing special about the menu, mostly healthy food, as would be expected. By the time I returned from the food line and got back to by table, my section was full. The only empty chair was mine. I looked around and caught one of the other staffer's eye. I motioned to her now nearly empty section and I made a questioning gesture of 'what's going on?' She just laughed.
I sat down to 11 pairs of eyes. But I couldn't tell you what they look like right then because all I noticed, on the QT, of course, was 11 pairs of young tits. Firm, gorgeous, unfettered youthful tit-flesh. A veritable feast of flesh. In all my favorite sizes from grapes to walnuts to oranges. The eyes around the table finally caught my attention and I smiled. I swear one of them swooned - or at least sighed heavily. I began small talk with the whole table, letting them fill me in on the rules, the schedules, what they liked, etc. Stuff they knew about, non-threatening.
They didn't have name tags, but I remembered most of their names by the end of dinner. The conversation lagged a couple of times but picked up again. Once it was stopped abruptly by a water glass being spilled. The girl who spilled it had been quiet throughout the dinner, and now sat there jerking and shaking in her chair. A flush rose up her neck and spread over her cheeks. She gasped audibly in an OH-OH-OH manner, and then slumped down in her chair with a queer smile on her face.
Being the nurse, I immediately jumped up and rushed to her side. I picked her up in my arms and ran to the dispensary with her. Surprisingly, only Janet followed. Sarah, the girl, closed her eyes, rested her head on my chest, wrapped her arms around my neck and held on tightly. At first I thought she was scared. I didn't know what to think, but I noticed that my shirt sleeve was moist where it pressed into her under her legs.
She still shuddered every once in a while and clung tightly to me. I got to the dispensary and laid her gently on one of the beds. She didn't want to let go of my neck. Gently prying her hands apart, I began my examination. I called up her records on the computer to check for epilepsy. Nothing. I check for allergies. Nothing. I checked for anything. Nothing.
Janet had entered the room while I checked the computer. She had this kind of amused look on her face as she watched me work. I began to get panicked. My first case, and I was a flop! I checked reflexes, muscle tone, everything. I could find nothing but a state of extreme relaxation and wet spot between her legs that I blamed on the spilled water. The panic must have been apparent because Janet called me over to her. "You going to carry every girl down here after she orgasms?" she whispered.
"WHAT?" I looked at her with disbelief. She pointed to the wet spot on my shirt sleeve. "Smell." The tangy aroma was unmistakable.
"You didn't see her?"
I shook my head.
"God, the whole room knew what was going on. These girls have been up here two weeks without their boyfriends. They get kind of horny from this point on and for the next two weeks of their time here it will only get worse. I kind of expected something like this to happen, just not this soon."
"Gee, thanks for warning me!"
Janet grinned up at me. "Hey, it's been 4 weeks for me and the staff! Why should I give you a break?"
I almost grabbed her then and there and tossed her on the bed. Unfortunately, the bed still had Sarah on it and she was watching us intently. I went over to her.
"Feeling better?" I asked her quietly She nodded her head 'Yes.' "Do you need to get some rest or will it be OK to release you?"
"Can't I stay here tonight?"
I slept in the next room and I think she knew it. "No, I don't think that will be necessary."
"But what if it happens again?"
"Do you think it might?" Again she nodded, shyly this time, like a scared little girl. I leaned over and whispered in her ear so Janet couldn't hear.
"Then grab your pillow and hug it tight to you. You can think of me if you want, or your boyfriend. OK?" I grabbed one of her hands in one of mine, knelt on one knee, brought her hand up to my lips and kissed her on the palm of her hand. Sarah flushed, squealed, grinned and jumped up, all at the same time. She winked at Miss Crandell and ran back to the dining hall. She came back and yelled "Thank you, Mr. Mattson" to me, then left again.
"WHAT did you tell her?"
"Trade secret! You'll just have to do the same thing she did if you want to find out, won't you?" With that, she blushed deep red, turned and walked back towards the dining room. About half way down the hall, she turned back. "By the way, that was a good job in there. You did everything right. If it had been serious, you would have found it. Glad to have you aboard." With that she went back and finished her dinner.
I smiled to myself as I watched her walk away. There was a bit more wiggle in her walk this time, I noticed. I wonder if she had noticed my erection. It would have taken a blind woman not to. The rest of dinner passed with no further orgasms or fainting spells. The girls in the rest of the hall had filed out long ago, but my area was still all there. Janet finally came over to rescue me, claiming a 'meeting' I had to get to.
The girls actually groaned, and I realized then how erotic that sounded. It was so close to the moan that escapes those parted lips when you're teasing a fresh one into her first fuck. You get them to the edge, then pull back. Do it again, and again and again. When they're delirious, they are yours for the picking. Cherry picking. So it was with difficulty that I stood up. My prick was stiff and cramped in my shorts.
I have always had to keep it aimed down, just in case something like this happened, because if it was pointed up, it would pop up out over my belt. That happened to me one time in Jr. High School, but I learned quick. So my meat was sticking down my pant leg and was kind of swollen. I guess I underestimated the length a little because there were several gasps when I stood. Until I adjusted my pants leg, my Ol' John Henry was a good two inches out in the open. I kept going as if nothing was the matter, but even Janet's eyes were wider than normal.
"Shall we go, Miss Crandell?" I asked, holding out my arm to her.
"Y-Yes, Mr. Mattson. Yes." She was still shaken by what she had glimpsed, or thought she had, or was it that she hoped she had. Her grip on my arm was possessively tight.
I dropped her off at her office and thanked her for rescuing me. I almost got her in a clinch right then, but her assistant happened by, so I said good night to them both. The remainder of the evening I spent unpacking my kit and finishing straightening up in the clinic. I listened to the bells as they rang, remembering the schedule the girls at dinner had told me. 9:00 In Rooms. 9:30 In Beds 10:00 Lights Out. Like clockwork I could see the lights across the way blink out. They were all out on this side of the dormitory.
Mine soon followed and I crawled in bed for what I hoped would be a long peaceful sleep. I couldn't have been more misguided. Within 30 minutes I heard the door to my room being quietly pushed open. I pretended to be asleep, which wasn't hard, given how tired I was. For a while I couldn't hear anything, and I was just beginning to think it was my imagination when a tiny hand was laid gently across my lips. "SSSShhhhhh. Don't say a word," came an unfamiliar whisper.
A second small hand soon grasped my now throbbing cock and began to rub it up and down. "OOOOhhhhhhh, Daddy, that feels good. Let me kiss it for you." That whisper was followed by a hot sucking sensation that nearly pulled my balls back up into my groin. This kid could give head! Or was it Janet? The size was about right.
The mysterious little nymph suddenly quit blowing me and straddled my cock. "OOOOH Daddy, you make me so hot. I've got to have you inside me." A small squeal escaped as my cock was enveloped in one of the tightest pussies it had had the pleasure to penetrate. I was surprised when the kid took it all. Most have to work up to it in four or five fuckings.
"OOOH Daddy! You're so BIG. You filled me all the way u-u-u-uu-u-u," Little miss nasty collapsed on my chest.
I held her gently, tweaking her little tits and erect nipples as she lay there until she gathered her wits together. Then with a quick kiss and a whispered 'Thank You, Mr. Mattson!' she was gone.
I had just begun to drift off again when the door opened again. This time I was a substitute for "Billy". Then "Tommy". Then "Daddy" again, twice more. Then "Billy" was back. I asked this one if this was seconds, and she said 'No'. I told her she may want to check up on her two-timing boyfriend, Billy, when she got home.
For over two hours the parade kept up. For a while I wondered if there was a schedule or something. I thought about how ridiculous it would look if there were a line outside my door. The only differences I could tell in all the visitors that night were height, weight, tits and twats. The tits I felt ranged in size from just bare nipples only to those that were more than a mouthful. The twats were all tight, some more than others and all wet.
But even after what must have been twenty orgasms on my cock, I had yet to spill my seed. These cunts were so primed that they only took 5 or so minutes to get off, the 3 to cool down and then gone. Slam, bam, thank you sailor. That was a twist! And each one ended with a kiss and a whispered "Thank you, Mr. Mattson."
I began to suspect a plot. But the last visitor was the most memorable of them all. It was a bit longer between visits and I was actually asleep when I awoke to a hot mouth on my cum-coated cock. What a way to wake up! But something about this one was different. More experienced, maybe. Softer, fuller lips, perhaps.
When she got on board, she was quiet. I wasn't a substitute for anyone for this one. She came almost as fast as the others, and as she was resting on my chest, I breathed in deep, smelling the wonderful fragrance of her hair. I played with her small breasts, tweaking her stiff nipples. She groaned deep in her throat and began to rotate her hips again. Then she raised herself up and leaned over me, propping herself up on my chest with her hands, letting her boobs sway as she rode my prick like a pro.
I really worked on her tits, massaging and squeezing. My ministrations affected her and she worked harder and harder on my cock, trying to get me off. She must have gone through six or seven of her own shuddering orgasms, fighting her way through them to keep humping my log until I felt myself swelling in her. As I spurt my cum into her belly, she pressed her lips to mine to gag us both.
We both yelled into each others oral cavity as the moment seized us. She lay there a long while this time, quietly twirling the hair on my chest. Then finally, with a sigh, she gave me a light kiss and a whispered, "Thank you, sailor", she was gone. I was still laughing as I finally got to sleep.
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