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Camp Hiawatha

Chapter One

"What do we have here?" Nurse Baker asked, opening up the door to the clinic and filling the doorway.

Three boys looked up at her from the bottom of a short, three riser stairway, the two on the ends supporting a blond boy between them. As a group, they gulped nervously.

"He got racked," a brown-haired boy of thirteen named Lucas said, trying desperately to tear his green eyes away from the sight of the woman's full breasts as they threatened to escape from her tight, white nurse's uniform. "You know, down there," he added helpfully, pointing to the blond boy's crotch, currently cupped protectively in his hands. The blond boy, Oliver, squirmed uncomfortably as the woman's gaze wandered downward.

The nurse eyed the boys speculatively, and now all three boys were squirming under that sharp, knowing gaze. "Alright," she finally said. "You boys go on. I'll take it from here."

So saying, the twenty-six year old blonde descended the steps and put an arm around the boy's back, one hand sliding up into his armpit as she took his weight. Lucas and the other boy, a black-haired kid named Tony, looked at each other and fled.

"Okay, up we go," Nurse Baker said, getting the boy started up the stairs.

Oliver limped gingerly, feeling the woman's warmth against his side, the firmness of her hand in his armpit. He hoped he wasn't sweating. As the nurse led him up the stairs, he cast a longing look after his friends, wondering what the hell he'd allowed himself to get talked into.

"Nice and slow," the woman said in a soft, contralto voice, deep and husky and oh so sexy, or so Oliver thought. They went slowly upward, and then he was through the door and it was closing behind him.

The nurse led him to an examination table which lay flat, but slightly raised at one end, and covered in the kind of paper Oliver was used to from his regular doctor checkups. Nurse Baker helped him to lean up against the table, which came up to a couple of inches above his waist.

"Alright," she said, stepping back a couple of feet and placing her hands on her hips. Oliver couldn't help looking at the way said hips pushed against the uniform. It was short, ending maybe five inches above her knees. Her legs were covered in white stockings. He tore his eyes away in shock as she said, "Go ahead and drop your shorts and underwear, please."

"My... my... m-ma'am?" the boy stuttered, sure he must have misheard.

"Your shorts and underwear," she repeated. "I can't very well examine your injury through your clothes, now can I?"

Oliver didn't move, scared into complete immobility.

Nurse Baker's face twisted suspiciously. "Unless you're faking it," she said, and Oliver's heart froze for a moment. "A boy tried that a couple of years ago," she continued. "Of course, I told Mr. Jenkins and I believe he was sent home."

Mr. Jenkins was the director of the boys summer camp, Camp Hiawatha. Oliver felt the blood draining from his face. Sent home? If he got sent home his parents would kill him. What was he going to do? The thing is, he was faking it. Lucas and Tony had told him all about Nurse Baker and how she liked to give handjobs to boys. Oliver didn't believe it for a second, but he allowed himself to get caught up in the story and found himself on the end of a bet. He'd get the other boys' desserts for a week if he went to the nurse pretending to have injured his balls. He'd felt sure the woman would see right through the blatant ploy and send him away, maybe angrily, maybe amused, but away nonetheless. Now she wanted him to take down his shorts? And his underwear!?!

Angela Baker watched as the boy's mind raced. She'd known the moment the three boys showed up on the doorstep of the clinic what they were thinking. It didn't happen every year, but it happened often enough that she knew the signs. After all, it was a camp for eleven to fifteen-year-old boys. It never took them long to get sex on the mind, if indeed they ever stopped thinking about it in the first place.

Still, Angela didn't mind all that much. She knew about the rumors, and in fact there was at least a kernel of truth to them. In her four years at the camp, she'd touched the erections of three different boys. In two of the cases, the boys had pretended to have groin injuries, while the third one's injury was real, and when examined they had all gotten excited. She'd really done nothing more than push aside, and in one case, hold and move aside, the swollen teen organs, but the rumor mill went into overtime. It didn't help matters that one of the boys, the boy who's young cock she'd actually held, had promptly ejaculated all over himself. Two of those boys, including the premature ejaculator, had been older, both fifteen, but one had been the same age as Oliver, at thirteen, although he was much more developed than the beautiful little blond boy before her. She found herself intrigued.

"So, shorts and underwear, or am I having a talk with Mr. Jenkins?"

"I... I..." the boy continued to stammer.

The woman sighed and stepped forward. "I suppose I'll have to do it myself," she announced.

Oliver gasped when the nurse's hands went to the button on his cargo shorts. With a deft twist she unbuttoned him, and then he felt a slight pressure against his groin as she unzipped him. Gravity did the rest, and his khaki shorts dropped from around his thin hips to hit the floor with a soft flump. Oliver was wearing his Camp Hiawatha t-shirt, which he was sure must have been made for a much younger kid, as it fit tightly, hugging his slim form and barely covering his bellybutton. It unfortunately did nothing to cover his lower body.

Angela felt her eyebrow quirk up a bit as the kid's shorts dropped to the floor. He was left standing in a pair of mostly green Diesel trunks, trimmed with orange around the leg openings, and with green and white stripes in panels on the side, as well as a thick orange waistband with the word DIESEL in white. The crotch was green, shaped, interestingly enough, to highlight the crotch, and she could see the little bulge of his immature dick pressing against it, as well as the curve of his small balls.

Oliver stared down in amazement as his shorts dropped to the ground. It was like time was slowing down to a crawl. He could barely believe what was happening. A woman had just unzipped his shorts. He could see his underwear, and the way his little penis pressed against the front of his briefs. He felt his eyes drawn upward, captivated for a moment by Nurse Baker's cantaloupe-sized tits, and the deep cleavage between them. Then his eyes drifted even further upward and he found her staring at him. He blushed furiously.

"Now," she said, in her husky voice, "do you want me to take them down, or are you going to do it?"

Down, Oliver thought. My underwear. He swallowed a huge lump in his throat. "I-I'll do it," he croaked.

The woman gave him a curt nod and turned away. "Go ahead and take them all the way off and get up on the table. Lie down on your back," she said as she was walking away from him.

Angela didn't watch his progress, wanting to grant him some small measure of privacy. She felt a smile tugging at her mouth, but she consciously forced it away, schooling her face into one of bland professionalism. She went to the sink and began to wash her hands, satisfied when she heard the crinkling of the exam table paper.

She found herself wondering what the boy would look like. She mostly dealt with sprains and sunburns and bug bites, but she'd seen a few boys naked over the years. She knew from her records that Oliver was thirteen. She made it a habit to study the charts of all the boys at camp and to remember salient details about them. Oliver was a healthy boy, although a bit underdeveloped for his age, looking more like a twelve-year-old.

When she turned, she found the boy lying nervously on his back, his t-shirt pulled as low as the garment would allow, just under his navel. His hands were cupped protectively over his genitals. She stepped up to the table, on the boy's right side, and just stared down at him, expectantly. After a few moments she was forced to quirk an eyebrow questioningly. She was secretly thrilled when he blushed and slowly moved his hands to his sides.

Oliver felt his face burning as he moved his hands. He was cringing at exposing himself, but the look in the nurse's eyes hadn't left any room for disobedience. No woman had seen him naked since he was ten, and that was his mom. His pediatrician was a man, and he was the only person who'd seen him naked since that time except once when his dad had burst into the bathroom while he'd been getting out of the shower a few months ago, and since coming to camp three weeks ago, where he was forced to shower with all the other boys in his cabin.

Oliver had never even seen other boys naked until coming to camp, and it was a definite learning experience. He'd seen pictures and videos of naked men on the internet, men with huge cocks and large, swinging balls. He'd wondered if he would ever look like that himself, and worried that he never would. Seeing boys his own age had been eye-opening. He'd been amazed at the variety of penises on display in the showers, and although he'd been desperately ashamed and embarrassed to be naked with them at first, his fascination in seeing them helped him to overcome those feelings.

The boy had never realized that penises came in so many different varieties. Different sizes and shapes, with different colored pubes, or no pubes at all, with hairy balls and hairless balls, and foreskins, and circumcised dicks. His new best friend, Lucas, had just about as much hair as he did, although Lucas' scant dozen or so hairs were a darker brown than his own. Lucas, however, had a much different penis, although he thought they were about the same size. The other boy was circumcised, like he was, but his dick was smooth and long when it was soft, where Oliver's was small and wrinkled. On the first day they showered, Lucas had gotten a boner, and while it had lifted upward until it was straining, it hadn't seemed to grow hardly at all, whereas, if Oliver had gotten a boner, he knew it would have grown to about three times its flaccid length of just over an inch.

It was that inch plus little worm that was resting lightly against his mostly bald groin now, and Oliver knew that Nurse Baker must be laughing inside at the sight of it, though her face was smooth and unemotional.

Angela stared down as the boy exposed himself to her. Definitely a grower, she thought, seeing the wrinkled little appendage. She saw maybe a dozen silky little dark blond hairs at the base of his boyish penis, as well as a few errant ones sticking out from his surprisingly smooth little scrotum. Oliver was circumcised, and his rosy little cockhead was half hidden by wrinkled skin. She was surprised to feel a warmth blossom between her legs. The boy was beautiful, yes, but still very much a little boy. Still, there was something about him, something incongruous about such a cute little boy penis and the presence of pubic hair, signaling the approach of manhood. It was that strange incongruity that sent an electric thrill through her.

"Now just relax, and we'll see if you've injured yourself," Angela said, in what she hoped was a pleasant, professional tone.

Oliver swallowed hard as Nurse Baker spoke, her voice full of lustful and teasing undertones. He knew she must suspect that he was faking, and he was scared that she would tell Mr. Jenkins and that he'd be sent home, ruining his parent's anniversary cruise and probably getting grounded for a year. He was determined that she not find out he was faking, but he didn't have to fake the flinch and shudder he gave when he felt her hand on his testicles.

Angela nearly smiled when the boy flinched. He was practically thrumming with nervousness, his eyes darting back and forth, desperate to see anything other than what was happening to him, although whether it was because of the fear of being found out, which she'd seen him react to earlier, or the fact that a strange woman had him naked from the waist down on a table and her hand on his pubescent balls, she wasn't sure.

The boy's nuts felt silky smooth against her palm, the tiny, silky hairs tickling her. They were so lovely and warm, about the size of grapes, and they shifted in their little sac as she lightly squeezed them. "Does that hurt?" she asked, unable to stop herself from rubbing her thumb over the sensitive little orbs. His penis moved with the motion, flopping a bit upward, so that she was looking directly at the tiny piss slit as if the squat length of him were staring up at her.

Nobody but a doctor had ever touched Oliver there. Well, once when he was about eight he'd played doctor with his cousin, Lucy, and she had explored him down there while he ran a finger over her strange little slit. He remembered how fascinated she'd become when his little penis began to grow stiff. He remembered that day in the stuffy attic as he felt Nurse Baker gently squeezing his balls. Then he remembered that he was supposed to be faking an injury, and so he moaned, but it came out more pleasured than pained.

"A little bit?" she asked, hearing the boy's moan. "How does this feel?" she asked, releasing Oliver's young balls and placing her hand flat against his groin and pressing down gently. She could feel his little penis against the blade of her hand. She was struck suddenly by the desire to rub her fingers through the tiny little pubic hairs she knew were against her palm. She wasn't sure what was coming over her.

"It... it's okay," Oliver said, in what he hoped was a slightly pained voice. He could feel Nurse Baker's hand actually touching his dick. A real live woman's hand against his dick. He couldn't believe it, and he concentrated desperately on not getting a boner.

Angela couldn't help herself. She began to move her hand in little circles against the barely pubescent boy's groin. The side of her hand never lost contact with the little penis, which moved back and forth, side to side, as she moved her hand. "It's a bit tender?" she asked, feeling her heart starting to pound. "Down here?" she asked, and she moved her hand again, reaching down to cup his young nuts with her fingers while her palm came to rest directly atop his soft penis.

Oliver thought Nurse Baker's voice had grown even more husky as she asked if he was feeling tender down there, and then he gasped as her hand laid down right on top of his dick. It was right there, touching him, the warmth of her hand suffusing him while her fingers gently caressed his balls.

"Miss... nurse...," he moaned, unsure how to react, his mind racing. He felt an immediate warmth in his groin, a tightening, and he squeezed his eyes closed, mortified.

Angela felt the sudden tension against her palm, felt the shifting of little Oliver's testicles in their sac. She pressed downward lightly, feeling things shift against her hand, the growth of the boy's little penis more and more obvious. It didn't take long; perhaps ten to twelve seconds from the time she laid her hand atop it, and then he was fully erect. She could feel the sudden throbbing against her palm, and realized her hand had grown sweaty. She pulled the sides of her hand inward, feeling it wrap around the length of the boy's cock.

"That's okay, Oliver," she said softly, squeezing him. "It's a perfectly normal reaction. Hmm, let's take a look, shall we?"

No! Oliver wanted to scream, but he felt the damp heat of Nurse Baker's hand leave his dick, felt the comparatively cool air of the room against his boner, and he blushed deeper than he ever had in his life, his cheeks burning with fire to match the heat of his young erection.

"Well, your testicles don't appear to be swollen," Angela said, her eyes drinking in the nearly four inches of slender boycock before her, "but something does." Oliver's thirteen-year-old cock bounced a bit, straining upward, tiny veins bulging, spongy little cockhead swollen so that it was wider than the pale shaft below.

She wanted to touch him. No, not just touch him; she wanted to caress and stroke and even kiss and lick him. Suddenly the small, swollen cock in front of her seemed the most exciting thing she'd ever seen. The fact that the boy was half naked, his upper body encased in the tight cotton t-shirt, his bottom half so lewdly exposed, seemed to make everything so much more erotic. Camp Hiawatha was emblazoned on the white t-shirt in green, trees and a lake being watched over by a stylized Native American head in full feathered headdress. The same shirt was worn by over a hundred boys all throughout the camp, but this particular boy lay on her exam table, naked from the waist down, his strangely alluring young penis bouncing with excitement, straining for her touch.

Angela reached down and once again cupped the boy's little scrotum. She squeezed and said, "Nope, not swollen." Then, before she could change her mind, she gently wrapped her hand around the boy's cock, lifting it up and watching the way the head poked out above her fist. She squeezed and said, "Definitely swollen."

Oliver groaned, both in pleasure and shame. "I'm so sorry, ma'am," he gasped. Her hand felt amazing around his dick, but he was so ashamed of being hard in front of her. And she was touching it! He took a mental pause and repeated that to himself. Why was she touching it? Was that normal? He forced his eyes open. She was staring down at his crotch, at where her hand was holding the most private part of him.

"You don't need to be sorry, Oliver. You're a growing boy," Angela practically cooed, rubbing her thumb across the little bundle of nerves beneath Oliver's little cockhead and watching the boy react with a shudder. "Growing boys often react like this. You shouldn't worry." She couldn't believe what she was doing, but she felt helpless to stop. There was something so fascinating about Oliver's young cock, so alluring and sensual and, of course, forbidden. She looked to his young face, eyes wide with wonder and shock, his cheeks so soft. It was such a young face. Such an innocent face. And yet... there between her fingers was an achingly hard young cock, throbbing desperately, pulsing with need. There was nothing innocent about that stiff cock, and although the little hairs she could see were few and sparse and still silky, they were there. Innocent and illicit, childlike and shockingly sexual. She was once again made aware of the paradox that was the pubescent male.

Still staring down at the excited little organ in her fist, Angela was surprised to see a tiny bubble of clear liquid form and grow and then gently slip downward, leaving a trail of wetness across the spongy little head until it kissed hotly against her finger. "You really are growing up," she said, a bit awed, as she used her thumb to swipe through the trail left by the droplet and swirl it around the tip of his glans. Oliver tensed and sucked in a staccato breath.

"Did I hurt you, honey?" she asked, knowing she hadn't, but needing to maintain the pretense of an examination.

"N-no, ma'am," Oliver breathed. In fact, the boy couldn't believe how good it felt. His little cousin and the time in the attic that summer notwithstanding, Oliver had never felt a hand on his cock other than his own. It far surpassed all of his fantasies. There was something electric about Nurse Baker's touch, and he felt horrible, knowing that he was getting so excited over an exam by a professional nurse. She probably thought he was a pervert. She'd tell Mr. Jenkins all about it, and he'd tell Oliver's parents. The boy could imagine the disappointment and shame on their faces as they were told how his dick had gotten hard during an exam, and how wonderful he'd thought it felt, and how badly he'd wished Nurse Baker would just rub it up and down a few times so he could spray his small, watery load on his belly, like he did in his bed at night.

"Sometimes an injury like you sustained can travel, did you know that?" Her hand, loosing its grip slightly, slid upward, swallowing the thirteen-year-old's cock. She then slid it back downward, thrilling at the little whimper that the boy let escape. He shook his head desperately, although in answer to her question, or praying that she would stop teasing him, she couldn't know. She wasn't sure that he knew himself.

She reached down and grabbed his balls again, and this time her left hand reached out to take hold of his small erection. She watched his stomach rise and fall, his eyes wide and flitting. She could feel his heartbeat through the pulse in his cock, wild and racing. "Sometimes the injury can start here," she said, giving his balls a squeeze, "and travel up along here," and she drew her fist up along the short length of his cock. Oliver moaned and his eyes caught hers and stopped for a moment, boring into her, desperate to know what she was doing to him.

"I'm a bit worried about this swelling," she said, now gently stroking his cock, increasingly frequent drops of precum easing the journey so that her fist was riding him slickly. Feeling wicked, she asked, "Is this watery discharge normal for you? Does it happen when you masturbate, or is this something new?"

Oliver felt his mouth opening and closing, but no words would pass his lips. When he masturbated? She knew about that? How could she know? Did boys only drip that stuff when they masturbated? It had only started a couple of months earlier, and he'd been jacking off for close to a year, so maybe he caused it by doing it too much. He blushed. Now she knew he jacked off.

"N-nurse Bake... nurse... ma'am," he stuttered.

"How often do you masturbate, Oliver?" she asked, enjoying his discomfort. "Once a week?"

She stared at him expectantly, and he stammered, "I-I..."

"More?" she asked, her hand moving a bit more quickly now. The boy swallowed hard and squirmed atop the table, causing the paper to crinkle. "Once a day?" she asked. "Twice?"

"I... s-sometimes..." he finally allowed, ashamed.

"Sometimes twice?" she asked. Oliver nodded. "And this discharge comes out, right?" Again, another pained nod. "I see," she said, hand never stopping its up and down motion on his slick little dick. "And what happens when you finish?" she asked, eager to know. "Does even more come out? Do you squirt your little sperms?"

"Y-yes, ma'am," Oliver said, blushing, but strangely thrilled with the admission. She knew he could squirt, that he was becoming a man. His breathing was labored, his body thrumming with electricity. He knew that if she kept doing it, just a little bit longer, that he'd show her. He'd show her how he could squirt his cum. He bet it would shoot far. Further than ever. Once he'd shot it right on his lips. He bet he'd shoot it right over his head. She knew he was close. His mouth was hanging open and he was panting. His breathing was labored and the throbbing of his little cock was growing intense. Precum was bubbling almost continuously, soaking her hand. Did she want him to cum yet? Did she want to see him spray his youthful jizz all over himself?

No, she decided, that would be a waste. She released him then, and his small cock practically vibrated atop his groin. Another string of precum dripped from the pisshole to land on his groin, soaking into two of his sparse hairs. His little balls were drawn up tightly in his sac. She felt herself swallowing now, the lump in her throat threatening to choke her.

"I think the swelling is getting worse," she said, surprised by the sudden hoarseness of her voice. She realized her panties were soaked, and she desperately wanted to shove a hand down there, to plunge a couple of fingers deep into her tight wetness. She leaned down, as if for a closer look, and the smell of the boy hit her; pure sex, but with the distinctive scent of boy giving it a whole new dimension.

"Oliver," she croaked. "This looks bad. I have to get that swelling down immediately, and I can only think of one way to do that right now. I'm sorry if this is embarrassing."

If what was embarrassing? Oliver thought. What could be more embarrassing than what... oh shit!

Angela heard herself moaning as she slid her lips down around the length of Oliver's little cock, but she didn't care. The taste of the boy hit her, exploding her senses. Sweet and sweat. None of the bitterness she expected from cum, but a slightly sweet, sweaty taste that spoke of a diet of candy and soda and fruit. She felt her pussy contract as she took more and more of him into her mouth, relishing each inch, feeling the slender stalk throbbing wildly against her lips, the heat of him filling her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip of him, wanting to drink him in, but in moments she'd reached the sparsely-haired base, the tip of his thirteen-year-old cock just tickling the entrance to her throat.

Oliver stared, wide-eyed, as his cock disappeared between the nurse's red-painted lips. The heat of her mouth seared him, and the wetness of her tongue bathed him in erotic sensation. Lying in bed at night, covers thrown off, reveling in the exposure of his erect dick, he would often slather his hand in lotion. The slickness of it as it slid up and down his cock was much as he imagined fucking would be like. He liked to imagine that it was Ashley Peyton from his history class, her small body crouched atop him, riding his cock. Or better yet, that she was lying between his legs, his cock filling her mouth. He thought that must be what it felt like, that slick hand moving up and down on his boner.

He'd been wrong. The feeling of Nurse Baker's mouth around him, the sensation of her tongue swirling around his slender dick as her lips moved wetly up and down, was so far beyond any experience he'd ever had or had even imagined. It was like some kind of magic. Sex magic. And the nurse was casting her spell over his eager young erection.

With her left hand, Angela began to push up Oliver's t-shirt. She wanted him naked now. The boy realized what she wanted after a few moments and peeled the tight garment up and off, leaving his short, straight hair standing up in a halo of static electricity. Angela groaned as the young boy's body was exposed, the burgeoning muscles in his abdomen rippling, the sharp V leading down to his pelvis clearly defined. The boy had tiny brown nipples, dime-sized, and they were both swollen and pointed. She ran her hand up over that exposed flesh, luxuriating in the silky feel of his skin.

With her right hand, Angela reached down to caress Oliver's pale inner thighs. They were completely hairless, and felt like satin under her fingers. As her mouth worked up and down on the boy's throbbing little erection, her hand drew upward, further and further, until they came up between his legs. She almost grabbed for his balls then, so full of what she knew would be delicious boy cum, but instead her fingers found his taint, caressed him there, then moved downward, quickly discovering his tiny pucker. She circled it with the tip of her finger, felt the boy tense.

She grinned around his cock, then brought her right index finger to her mouth. She slid it in alongside the skinny prick, wetting it, then, cold with exposure, explored downward once again. A quick circle slickened the swollen anal flesh, and then she was pressing inward. A soft pop, and she was in, the tip of her finger squeezed by the tight heat of him.

Oliver cried out when he felt the nurse's finger slide into his butt. He'd never felt anything like it, and was so shocked he didn't know what to do. His first thought was that she must be doing some kind of medical thing, and he hoped it wouldn't hurt. His second thought was one of wonder, as the woman's finger slid deeper still and a totally new type of pleasure began to wake inside him.

Angela felt around and finally found the telltale bump of the boy's immature prostate. She began to press against it rhythmically as she sucked ever more hungrily at his cock. She was amazed the boy hadn't climaxed yet, and she was eager to taste him.

Warmth began to spread from deep inside Oliver. In some ways it was similar to the warmth that would come when his little balls finally exploded, spraying his youthful emission onto his belly. This warmth was somehow more intense, though, bigger in a way the young boy didn't understand. He knew what it meant though. He knew he wouldn't last much longer.

"Nurse!" Oliver cried, feeling it was necessary to warn the woman. His thing was in her mouth. If he did what he knew he was about to do while it was in there... "I'm gonna... you have to stop!"

Angela thrilled at the sound of the boy's sweet, strained voice. She knew he was finally going to give her what she needed. She redoubled her efforts, mouth sucking hard, finger now sliding in and out of the boy's fevered asshole.

"You have to take it out," Oliver begged, knowing it was coming any moment.

And then it did.

Oliver felt himself exploding at the same moment that Angela's mouth was suddenly filled with watery boy cum. She felt it blasting against the roof of her mouth, a surprisingly large amount for such little balls, but sweet and thin and delicious. She milked him with her mouth, her lips working against his jerking length, wanting every last droplet. Her finger was still, the boy's asshole clamped down like a vise, leaving her unable to move it. She could feel his whole body thrumming as he emptied himself into her mouth.

Oliver voiced little puppydog yelps of pleasure as his cock jerked, sending his little jets of hot boyjuice into the nurse's eager mouth. His hands were clenched into fists at his sides, his toes curled and his legs stiff with tension. He was staring unseeing at the ceiling, dazed, lost in the moment. He wasn't sure how long he lay there, pleasure rippling throughout his body, his dick feeling as if it were pulsing with radiation.

Finally, Oliver grew aware of the fact that Nurse Baker no longer held his dick in her mouth. She was just standing there, leaning on the exam table, her eyes close and her tongue working slowly around her lips. He glanced downward, across the expanse of his chest and flat belly, to see his cock was still stiff, hovering over his groin, shining with wetness. The tip was an angry red, and swollen. He could still feel her mouth around him.

"Ma'am?" he asked softly. Then he cleared his throat and said, a bit louder, "Miss? Am I okay now? The blockage thing?"

Angela heard the boy as if from a long distance, his voice soft and indistinct. She caught the word blockage and opened her eyes to find him staring at her questioningly. It took a moment of mental rewinding, but she finally realized what he'd just asked.

Nurse Baker took a shuddering breath and straightened. She rolled her eyes and said, "You can't be that dense, kid."

"Ma'am?" he asked, confused.

Angela leaned over, explaining as if to a toddler. "I just sucked your little cock, Oliver. There was no blockage and we both know it. You just needed your little nuts emptied, and I emptied them." Then she glanced at his crotch, at the way his cock still strained, vibrating with stiffness. "Well, maybe not completely empty," she mused.

The nurse turned her back to him and said, over her shoulder, "Unzip me."

"Ma'am?" the boy asked. He honestly couldn't understand what she was asking. Well, he knew what she was asking, but the command made no sense at all to him.

Enunciating each syllable, an edge of frustration in her voice, she repeated, "Un... zip... me."

Well, that got through to the boy, and suddenly full of fear and a strange excitement, Oliver quickly sat up to the accompaniment of crinkling paper, and reached for the tiny white zipper at the back of the nurse's uniform. He slid it down hesitantly, in case he'd somehow misunderstood, and eventually it reached the small of her back, spreading apart to reveal a white bra strap against smooth, tanned flesh.

Angela turned to find the boy watching her expectantly. Between his legs, his small cock continued to throb stiffly. Reaching her hands to her opposing shoulders, she said, "You got yours, Oliver," then she pulled away the front of her uniform and began to push it down. "Now I'm going to get mine."

Oliver stared wide-eyed as Nurse Baker pushed down the front of her uniform. Her bra came into view, lacy and white, the darkness of her large nipples seen through the thin cloth. Then the woman stepped back and wiggled her hips, sending the uniform to the floor and revealing her underwear. Oliver wasn't sure exactly what he was seeing. What he thought were white pantyhose were something else, as they only came up to her upper thighs. They were held in place by little straps, which were attached to a kind of... elastic something, that wrapped around her waist. She was also wearing thin, lacy panties which seemed to be put on over the little pantyhose straps.

Angela watched the boy watching her, seeing him take in the garter and hose, his eyes lingering on her crotch, where she knew her pussy was soaking through the thin cloth of her panties. "Do you think I'm pretty, Oliver?" she asked, as she reached behind her back.

He nodded eagerly, eyes never leaving her crotch. "You're beautiful," he whispered.

She grinned, pleased, and unhooked her bra. She knew she'd be able to draw those eyes upward, and with a shrug, she did.

Oliver's bright blue eyes widened even further as Nurse Baker slipped off her bra. There they were. The boobs that every boy in camp seemed to talk about. There, naked, right in front of him. He felt his cock lurch powerfully and his balls begin to tingle in some strange way as he took in the large, firm breasts. The bra had been holding them in, but he saw that it hadn't been holding them up hardly at all. They remained just as firm and high as they had before, each practically the size of his head, large, dime-sized nipples sticking out stiffly from the brown circle parts. Areolas, he remembered.

"Sit up," she demanded then, and Oliver hurried to do so. She stepped forward and slid the boy's knees apart, leaning forward as much as the table would allow. With a hand on the back of his head, she pulled him close, burying his face between her breasts, holding him there as her other hand slid down to caress his back. "Do you like those, baby?"

Oliver could only nod, his face warmed by her breasts. Then, without a word, she leaned back and pulled his face to her left nipple. It hit him in the lips, and she rubbed it there for a moment before he was struck by inspiration and opened his mouth. The firm, rubbery nipple slipped into his mouth, and he immediately found himself sucking on it.

Angela groaned with pleasure. "That's it, baby," she cooed. "Mmm, suck it." Then she reached downward until she found his sturdy little cock, the boy's gasp muffled by the stiff nipple in his mouth. He was dripping again, and she quickly slicked his four straining inches of boyhood with his own juices.

Finally, it was Angela's turn to gasp. The little boy's mouth on her nipple was causing her pussy to pulse with warmth and need. She pushed him backward, her nipple coming free with a soft pop. Hand on his chest, she pushed him until he was on his back once again. Between his legs, his little cock strained upward, glistening with precum.

Nurse Baker's hands went to her hips, and Oliver sucked in a surprised breath as she pushed her panties down and off. The woman had no hair at all between her legs. She was just as smooth as his ten-year-old cousin Lucy had been that summer, although that's where the similarities ended. Instead of a smooth, anonymous slit, the nurse had protruding pink flesh. Oliver was aware it was what boys and stories called pussylips, but he knew were called labia. They were glistening. He stared in fascination.

"My turn," Angela said, and then she was carefully crawling up onto the exam table. The boy stared up at her with wide, shocked eyes as she situated herself over him. With some careful maneuvering she was able to position herself atop the boy without fear that she was going to slip off the sides. With a bit of adjustment she was poised just over his boyish cock, and she reached out and took it in her fist.

"Are you ready for this?" she asked.

Oliver wasn't sure if he was ready or not. He knew what was about to happen, and while part of him was turned on and eager and incredibly excited, another part of him was scared to death. What if he did something wrong? What was it going to be like? Was this wrong? What if he got her pregnant or something? All these questions and more flew through his mind as Nurse Baker began to lower herself upon him, but they flew away at the first touch of her pussy against his cock.

Angela felt the first fiery kiss of the boy's swollen little glans against her fevered flesh and she felt a shudder ripple through her. The tip of him slid through the trough of her swollen lips until it found her opening, and then he was entering her. The sensation of it, the feeling as that thin little pole of flesh slid into her was shocking.

Angela loved sex. She never seemed to get enough of it, but for the last four years, her summers had been sex-free, except for what Bob could provide. Bob, or Battery Operated Boyfriend, was an eight-inch vibrator she never left home without. Eight inches wasn't even the biggest thing she'd had in her pussy. She'd had one boyfriend who sported just under eleven inches, and he was thick to the point of it being painful. The smallest guy she'd ever been with had been five inches, and was on the thin side, although interestingly enough, he'd been her most skilled and enthusiastic lover. She had never had a cock as small, or certainly as young, and little Oliver's however, and frankly, she hadn't been expecting much.

So the woman was shocked as she felt herself bottom out against the thirteen-year-old's smooth, mostly hairless groin. All four inches were throbbing madly inside her, and although he didn't stretch her in any significant way, or reach very far inside her, there was something about that young, small cock that was causing her pussy to convulse and ripple around it in a way she'd never quite experienced.

Oliver realized he was holding his breath and he let it out in a shuddering sigh. His dick was on fire. Nurse Baker's pussy was like the hottest, wettest, most amazing place his imagination could conjure. He had a moment of clarity, that cut through the haze of sex and excitement, to realize that he was no longer a virgin. He was actually fucking. It was like some kind of dream and he could barely believe it was real.

Angela felt it twitching inside her; the little boy's cock. Jerking and twitching like it would detach from the boy's body and crawl up inside her. Hands on her thighs, she ground herself down against him, immediately shuddering as an orgasm ripped through her. She sucked in a breath and threw back her head, shaking as her pussy convulsed and lightning raced through her body. When it had passed through her, like a sudden summer storm, she stared down in amazement at the small body beneath her. How can this little kid be doing this to me? she wondered.

Then Angela's eyes found Oliver's face, and she stared into the crystalline blue of his wide, innocent eyes and she knew. It wasn't so much the boy's little cock that was making her shake like a wide-eyed virgin, but the boy himself. She looked into those eyes and saw awe and lust and innocence in equal measure, and she realized it was all that which was affecting her. In a way, by taking the boy's virginity she was taking some of his innocence into herself. She felt a bit like she did when she was his age, discovering her pussy as if for the first time and the pleasure it could give her. Angela hadn't lost her virginity until she was seventeen, and for a moment she imagined what it would have been like if she'd had a boy like Oliver at that age, discovering the joys of having a strong young cock inside her hairless little cunt. She shuddered again, her pussy rippling around the boy's buried cock.

"So fucking beautiful," Nurse Baker whispered, and then she was leaning over him and pressing her mouth against his. Oliver had only ever kissed one girl, in sixth grade, and there was no tongue thrust into his mouth as the nurse was doing. He had no idea what to do, but it felt almost as amazing as his dick in her vagina.

Angela tasted him, his mouth a combination of peanut butter and apples from lunch. She was having to hunch her back to reach his mouth, but it was worth it. She felt like she could suck the very innocence out of him, like some sort of sexual vampire. The thought thrilled her, and her pussy convulsed again. She broke the kiss and looked down at him; he was gasping for breath and staring at her in wonder. Her hands were under his armpits, which she noticed with a thrill were completely hairless. She unhunched her back, laying herself out atop him, her large breasts draping to either side of his face. Then she began to rock back and forth, riding his little cock.

Oliver could barely breath, but he didn't care. He could smell her, there in the suffocating shadow of her big titties, a light perfume and the faint smell of womanly sweat. He could feel her moving on him, her gripping pussy sliding up and down on his boner, the heat of her as she sank down, and then the cool air on his skinny shaft as she lifted. Fire and ice. He grunted then, his cock jerking as he shot another watery load, this time into the depths of her. She didn't even seem to notice, and his young cock didn't lose an ounce of stiffness as she continued to ride him.

Angela didn't notice that the boy had climaxed. His cock jerked, but it was doing that just about nonstop anyway. She thrilled to the feeling of the slim little member sliding into her again and again. She sensed his head moved, and then he was locking his pink, bee-stung lips around her right nipple. Her cunt convulsed again as he began to suckle at her breast. She could feel sweat tickling her as it slipped down her sides. She pulled back a bit then, still keeping up the humping motion, her nipple pulling free from the boy's mouth. His lips continued to move for a moment, as if he didn't realize the nipple was no longer between them. Then he was biting his lower lip. His eyes were half rolled back in his head.

"Why am I doing all the work here?" she suddenly asked. She stopped her fucking motion and sat back, still speared by his small cock. It took a moment, but the boy finally opened his eyes. She rose to a kneeling position, the little dick slapping wetly at his groin as it left her pussy. "Stand up," she ordered.

Oliver quickly squirmed out from underneath the nurse, his little erection bouncing. As he stood, he almost lost his balance. His knees felt rubbery and he had to steady himself against the exam table. Then he watched as Nurse Baker rolled over onto her back. She turned to look at him. "Get up there," she said, indicating a spot at the end of the table, between her feet. "On your knees."

Oliver hoisted himself up on the table, awkwardly kneeling at her feet. His eyes were on her pussy, staring. He'd seen them in porno movies on the internet, but he'd never seen a real one before. At least not a woman's. The lack of hair was strange and a bit jarring, but also exciting in some inexplicable way. The pink lips were spread wide, glistening in the overhead lights, a shadowy hole at their center. His dick had just been in there. His cock twitched.

Angela held out her arms to the boy. "Lean over," she instructed. "You know how to do a push-up, right?"

Oliver nodded as he carefully lowered himself, his palms flattening at her sides as he took his weight, hovering over her. Her huge breasts were right below his face. He wasn't sure what to do next, but then she reached up between his legs and took hold of his boner, squeezing it.

"Lower," she said, and she pulled on the kid's little pecker. She reached around and put her left hand on the boy's pert ass, using both hands to guide him until she felt the kiss of his little acorn glans against her lips. "Aaaaalmost there," she said, maneuvering him. Then, once he was seated properly, she pulled on his ass, and hissed as he sank into her.

"So fucking good," she groaned. Both hands on the boy's little ass now, she lifted her heels and attempted to cross them on the small of his back. He was so much smaller than the lovers she was used to, so it was a bit more of a stretch, but she managed. "Now fuck me," she said.

Oliver wasn't exactly sure what to do, but the movies he'd seen made it look pretty easy, so he pulled back a little, then pushed forward. He had the thought that he was really fucking now, on his own, fucking a woman. The thought lodged there in his brain like some sort of mysterious fossil, slightly recognizable, yet completely foreign. He pulled back again, and felt Nurse Baker's heels dig into him, forcing him back in again. The next time he pulled back, it was too far, and he reached down desperately, fumbling until he could get his dick back inside her.

Realizing the limitations of his stroke, Oliver began to work himself with more confidence, sliding his cock in and out of Nurse Baker's gripping pussy. He lowered his lower body until his knees were touching the table, which he found gave him better traction. Then he dug in the balls of his feet which worked even better.

"Faster," Angela panted. "Fuck me faster," she growled. The boy responded, beginning to really pound her, the wet slapping of their joining filling the clinic, along with her moans and his little grunts of effort. "Fuck me with that hot little cock, baby," she whispered hotly. "Mmmm, your cock feels so good in me, Oliver. Fuck my pussy hard."

The dirty words inflamed the boy, driving him to mightier efforts. His pale little ass was practically a blur as he worked himself in and out of her, his little cock like a piston, his nearly hairless groin slapping against her own hairless flesh again and again, the strength of his thrusts rocking both their bodies.

"Are you gonna cum?" she asked, her breathing hot and quick. "Are you gonna squirt your little boy cum into my pussy?"

"Uh-huh," Oliver managed to gasp.

"Say it," Angela insisted. When he didn't respond right away, she repeated herself, saying, "Say you're gonna shoot your hot boyjuice into my pussy."

"I..." Oliver swallowed. "I'm gonna do it," he panted. "I'm gonna shoot it. My b-boyjuice. Into your pussy."

"Tell me you like my pussy," she breathed.

"I love your pussy so much," he gasped, getting into it now, finding the allure of dirty talk. "I love fucking you with my dick. I'm gonna shoot my sperms into your hot pussy!"

"Fuck, that's so hot," she breathed. "Uhhhh, your little boy cock is so good in my pussy. So hot and hard. You feel so fucking good. Cum in me, baby. Cum in me now!"

Angela began to convulse, not knowing or caring if the thirteen-year-old was actually cumming or not. Her pussy rippled and almost seemed to jerk inside her as Oliver continued to drive himself into her.

Oliver couldn't take it anymore. His whole body felt like it was on fire, and his dick felt like a steel rod in a furnace. His little balls were churning, and as he felt Nurse Baker's adult pussy squeezing at him, he pressed himself into her one last time, his whole body stiffening as he felt himself exploding, something deep inside him, somewhere near his asshole, seemed to convulse and pulse as his cum pumped into the woman and his little cock jerked again and again.

Oliver wasn't sure how long his orgasm rolled over and through him. He knew from experience that it probably wasn't that long, but it felt like ages. Finally, exhausted, he collapsed on top of her, his head sinking between her sweaty breasts, his legs out straight between her legs, her heels still resting on the small of his back.

Angela lay there as her body convulsed, ripples of pleasure washing through her as she experienced the most powerful orgasm of her entire life. She thought it would never end, and each time it began to subside, another wave would wash over her. Finally, she became aware that Oliver was lying unmoving on top of her, even the full weight of his slight, pubescent body barely felt. She clenched muscles down below, trying to sense his erection, but it was gone. She wasn't sure if he was even inside her any longer.

As the sweat cooled on her body, Angela gently stroked the boy's back, feeling his slow breathing. She shifted, and said gently, "Crawl up here, Tiger."

Oliver lifted his head, saw the woman watching him with tender eyes. As he lifted himself, the sweat on the parts that were touching her caught the air and he shivered. She rolled to her side, allowing him room, and he slid down until he was lying beside her, both of them on their sides facing one another.

"That was amazing," she finally said, with a small smile. She was feeling very generous towards the boy all of a sudden. She grinned wider as she looked down and saw the tiny, limp little worm between his legs. She reached down and gently pinched the soft little head between her thumb and forefinger. "Such a cute little thing," she murmured, amazed by how tiny it seemed now.

Oliver felt her gently squeezing the tip of his dick, and he was unsurprised when he began to immediately stiffen. Apparently it surprised her though, because she chuckled.

"You really are a surprise," she said, sliding her fingers downward, allowing the little erection to fill her palm. She squeezed it fondly, then began to stroke it lightly. "I think you're ready for a second round already," she said. "Or would that be round three for you?"

Round four, Oliver thought.

Then she smiled and gripped him tighter, just holding him. "It's time for you to be going though. Don't want you to be missed."

"Do I have to?" he asked, surprised by his own boldness.

"Yes, you have to," she grinned. Then her face turned serious and she gripped him even tighter. "But Oliver, if you breath a word of what happened here, if I even hear a rumor, I'll sneak into your cabin at night, and I'll cut this little thing off and stick it in a jar. Do you understand me?"

Wide-eyed with alarm, Oliver nodded fervently.

"Good," she said, smiling once again, and once again gently stroking his cock.

Oliver thought for a moment, and then dared to say, "But what do I say? I've been gone a long time."

Damn, he's right, she thought. She gave it a bit of thought, and finally said, "You tell your little friends that you came in here with your lame lie, and you're sure I saw right through it, but I examined you anyway, making you take off your pants and underwear, and you talk about how embarrassed you were. Then you tell them that I held an ice-pack to your balls until you thought you'd freeze to death, and you finally begged for me to let you go. Have you got that?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said, nodding earnestly.

"Good," she said, then sat up. "Now get your clothes back on."

The boy hopped off the table and immediately reached for his shorts and underwear.

"The shirt first," she said on impulse. He paused in the act of bending down, but then walked a couple of feet over and grabbed his shirt. She watched him slip into the tight garment and held up a hand as he began to move, stopping him. She drank in the sight of him then, the t-shirt just below his navel, the groin, which looked completely hairless from this distance, and the quivering little erection straining upward. She felt another shudder go through her, then after a moment she waved at him to go on, giving him permission to dress.

Naked, she followed him to the door, then stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. She bent over far enough to place a quick kiss on his soft lips, while her right hand snaked downward. She grabbed a fistful of crotch, feeling the stiffness underneath, and she squeezed a warning. "Not a word," she said.

"No, ma'am!" Oliver insisted, feeling his throbbing dick in her hand, fearing that he'd squirt right there, messing up his underwear.

With a final smack on the ass, Angela stepped back enough to remain unseen and sent him away from the clinic. She locked the door after him, realizing with a shock that it had been unlocked the entire time, and immediately conjuring up images of what would have happened if another young camper had shown up while Oliver was fucking her with his delicious little cock. She felt another shudder go through her.

Walking to the window, Angela pulled the blind aside enough to spy Oliver walking away. He turned back to stare at the clinic over his shoulder, and she wondered if he saw her there. Then the boy's friends, Lucas and Tony, melted out of the forest and congregated around her little lover. She wondered if the boy would be true to his word and keep silent. She also wondered what it might be like if he told his little friends and they all stopped in the next day with groin injuries.