The Camp Nurse, part 7

The Camp Nurse: Chapter 7. The Party

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.]


Three nights later there were 18 fewer virgins in the greater LA area. Well, 17, actually. On the second night, one of the younger girls stopped me just shy of that final nudge which would have disintegrated her maidenhead.

Muffy (yes, that really was her name!) had cried out “Stop!” in mid stroke and the Skipper was on me so fast it wasn’t funny. I hadn’t realized how strong she was until she actually lifted me bodily off the girl. Who wasn’t struggling.

Muffy was lying quietly, tears streaming down her cheeks. The Skipper quickly checked and confirmed she was still intact, and breathed an audible sigh of relief. She began to comfort the small girl, stroking her forehead and cheeks with the back of her hand. The girl reached up and caught her hand with hers and brought it to her lips and softly kissed it. Then she launched herself at me in the dark, finding her target like a Patriot missile. She wrapped her small arms tightly around my neck, her tears dropping onto my bare shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Mattson,” she said softly.

“That’s OK, Muffy,” I answered. “It’s nothing to be sorry about, though. I wouldn’t want to do anything you didn’t want to do.”

“Oh, but I want to! I really do! I’m just sorry that I couldn’t let you break through it and really fuck me good. I want to soooo bad. But Daddy will check for it as soon as I get home and if it was gone, he would get real mad and not let me come back next year.”

“He’ll check it?” asked the Skipper. I could hear the incredulous expression that must have been on her face in her voice.

“Yeah. He bends me over the back of the couch, lifts my skirt up over my head and pulls down my panties. Then he thoroughly examines my bottom, checking for ‘hot spots’ with his lips and tongue. He says those are the most sensitive areas of skin he has and that he can tell if I have been messing around or been bad.”

I couldn’t see the Skipper’s face in the dark, but it must have been showing as much amazement as mine at Muffy’s tale. But I had to keep reminding myself that this was her father, someone she trusted. She believed he was doing what he was doing for her own good, for the simple reason that he had said so. She had nothing to compare his behavior to, at least, not yet anyway, as she was just in Middle School. I shook my head in continued disbelief as she continued.

“First he rubs his hands all over my butt. It kind of tickles and it makes me itch down there in my cunny. Sometimes he does it for a long time. He says that that’s supposed to show if anyone has touched me back there. I think he just likes to play with my ass. I’m not supposed to look back at him, but keep my eyes closed, but once I peeked. He was standing just behind me off to the side, rubbing my ass with one hand. His other hand was inside his robe, and it was moving really fast. The robe fell open and I saw his hand wrapped around his pee-pee. It was a little bigger that Bobby’s, but a lot smaller than yours, Mr. Mattson! A lot smaller!” She giggled. “That’s how I know he just like to play with my cheeks.”

“After he gets done with his hands, he brings his face down next to my bottom and feels it all over with his lips. Since he can’t get his lips inside my ass crack, he uses his tongue in there. That makes me tingle even more, and I usually get really wet. He always yells at me that I am going to make a mess on the couch, but I can tell he isn’t mad. Then he licks up all the juice, sticking his tongue all the way up inside me. That’s when he checks to see if I’m still a virgin. With his tongue. His licking me down there really makes me excited. Once he touched my crazy button down there and I got so excited something happened. I got a really big light in my head and my body just tensed up, kinda. I got so tense I farted right in Daddy’s face, and some of my shit went right in his mouth. I heard him groan real loud, that time. Daddy pretended to be mad, but I saw afterwards that he had shot his stuff onto the backs of my legs and all over the back of the couch. I didn’t know what it was until later when I was with Bobby from next door and he showed me what happens when a man shoots off. Daddy always keeps me bent over the couch for a long time, until he groans. Then I know he is done with the examination.”

All this time Muffy had been sliding her tight forbidden cunt around and around the head of my stiff cock. It was driving me crazy. Occasionally, she would press the shaft between her cunt lips and slide all the way down to the base and back up. This usually caused her to stutter and stammer, what with all the direct stimulation to her clit. Gradually she had lubricated my entire dick with her cunt juice. I held onto her spongy tight little ass cheeks which had been so well examined by her father and let her move as she wanted. Suddenly, in the middle of her story, she lifted up and tilted her pelvis towards me. She settled her tight little ass hole over the tip of my monster cock and let herself slowly be impaled on it. She kept a death grip around my neck. So I kept one on her ass. Fair’s fair!

“Will you take my virginity in that hole, Mr. Mattson? Would that be OK. I know it’s not the real thing, but do you mind? That way I can say I’m not a virgin anymore, but Daddy won’t know. OK?”

I didn’t trust myself to say anything. This luscious 12 or 13 year old was half way down my cock, stuffing it into an extremely warm and wonderful place, and she was asking me if it was OK? HELL YES I wanted to shout. But she was dead serious, and I didn’t want to embarrass her by laughing, which was my next impulse.

Fortunately the Skipper stepped in and saved the day. Or night.

“This time is for you, Muffy. You don’t have to do anything at all. Mr. Mattson and I would never say anything to anyone about what happens here. You just do what you feel like.”

Apparently, she felt like getting fucked up the shit chute, because shortly thereafter she was down to the root. Muffy was the only new girl to get all 10” the first time. That alone made her stand out. Her seeming lack of distress at being crammed so full was another matter. As she started to lift up and down on me, she took an arm from around my neck, grabbed one of my hands and placed it over her cunt, in between us. Then she re-attached herself to my neck. I made a fist with my hand and let her rub her clit up and down across my knuckles. She seemed to enjoy that a lot. She finally continued her story.

“The last couple of times Daddy examined my boobies, too. Once, when he spent so much time taking the temperature of my nipples, I was sure he had found out that Bobby next door had played with them that afternoon. But he didn’t say anything, just that he would really have to keep a good eye on them for a while. He seemed real concerned about the lines my bra made in my skin, so he told me not to wear one around the house. Only a T-shirt and some panties. He bought me some real small thin shirts. They rub up against my nipples and make them stand out. I think he likes to look at them like that. And now I don’t even wear panties around the house. Daddy likes to examine me all the time now, but especially at nighttime. And now he examines me in his bed. I have to get up on my knees and lay my head down on the mattress. It feels so naughty.”

This last statement caught me by surprise.