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THE USUAL WARNINGS:  
This is a work of fiction by a twisted mind.  If you are offended by 
descriptions of natural and/or unnatural acts, or if you are underage, 
don't read any further.  Also, don't try the acts described in this story 
at home, unless you are really a sicko, Houdini, or fucking nuts.


The Camp Nurse

Chapter 6.  Virgin Territory

by NightShade

3/97

I was out for a long time.  I don't remember any visitors that night, but 
I do have a vague recollection of a soft, warm body or two cuddling next 
to mine in my bed.  Come to think of it, I don't remember getting out of 
the canoe and into the bed.  I was, however, rousted out of bed every 6 
hours for Diane's 'therapy'.

It seems that Diane's nipples re-inverted about every six hours, and she 
needed to have sexual stimulation reapplied to them or, more 
specifically, to her cunt.  Somehow the other girls, with a lot of 
helpful input from Diane, decided that the best stimulation would be in 
the form of a hard fuck.  Now, normally I wouldn't mind the horrible 
chore of having to boff a beautiful woman four times a day, but there was 
a small, or rather a large problem.  My pecker was raw.  Rubbed raw.

It hadn't been noticeable when Diane and I had been fucking for 12 to 18 
hours straight, but apparently, her cunt juice acted like a skin softener 
and moisturizer.  Maybe that's why that part of a woman is always so soft 
and tender.  Ever hear of chapped cunt lips?  Or a crunchy one?  Neither 
have I.  But after having been marinated in that delectable sauce for 
that long and having been that active, the outer layer of skin of my 
prick had been debrided and left the subcutaneous nerve endings and blood 
vessels nearly exposed.  Kind of like jacking off with sandpaper, or so I 
would imagine.  So when they woke me up and began licking and sucking on 
my cock to get it ready for her therapy session, I screamed in pain and 
fainted dead away. 

My prick, however, single minded as it is, performed great, but it did it 
without my participation.  Diane had to do all the work that first time, 
not that she minded.  The rest of the staff thought I was sleeping and 
they were kidding Diane that she had worn me out.  

Mock congratulations were offered and there was much more kidding as they 
declared her the unofficial best fuck in camp.  Some asked her what it 
was like to screw a sleeping man, some commented - jokingly - that she 
must be a lousy lay to have me fall asleep while she was in the saddle.  
It wasn't until she had slipped off my member that they saw the blood.  
At first they thought it was her, and checked her out thoroughly.  But 
there was no injury they could see and were about ready to dismiss it 
when the staffer, Julie, I think, who was cleaning me up, started 
yelling.  A few of the exposed surface vessels had burst.  Nothing 
serious, but you would have thought it was the end of the world.  Some of 
the girls started crying, one started screaming hysterically.  Only Julie 
and Janet kept their heads.  Julie kept cleaning me up and discovered the 
minor, but messy, nature of the injury and stopped the bleeding, while 
Janet cleared the room, swearing the weeping and wailing women to secrecy 
and silence.  

There was as much chance of that happening as having an annual snow 
sculpture contest in Malibu Beach, CA.  Within seconds it seemed the 
entire camp was gathered around the dispensary, holding vigil.  I heard 
later it was quite lovely.  Someone got the candles from the dining hall.  
A guitar strummed softly.  A quiet All-American girl hoe down.  Soft 
singing muffled the occasional sobs of the heart broken.  Very touching.

All sarcasm aside, I was deeply moved when I heard about it.  However, 
during the event the only thing I remember is having a dream about 
falling bombs, wild birds whooping and an incredible sucking vagina on my 
penis.  Pretty much my usual dream stuff.

Janet wrapped my stiff swollen cock in an oil rich lotion to replace the 
lipids leeched out by the extended marinating.  She and Julie, and 
eventually some of the rest of the staff, took turns swabbing and soaking 
my penis in the healing fluid.  In order to expose as much of the 
roughened skin to the balm as possible, they felt I needed to be fully 
erect.  So they gently stroked the shaft with their soft finger tips, 
gently luring it to its full swollen length.  What my amateur nurses 
didn't, and couldn't, know was that those were the very exact motions I 
used as an adolescent to train my cock to hold off for two hours before 
spewing my wad, and to come back to attention almost immediately.  And in 
my exhausted state, I must have reverted to that age, because every two 
hours I blasted off.  Like clockwork.  Like Old Faithful.  It got to be a 
contest to see which of the girls could catch my jism in her mouth.  I 
love a girl who really gets into her work.

And every six hours, Diane came in for her therapy.  The second time, at 
twelve hours, there was almost a mutiny.  But Janet sided with her and 
Diane agreed to hump me only until her nipples popped back out.  Which 
was, for her , too soon.  She didn't get to get off, but then, neither 
did I.  After she had reluctantly un-impaled herself from my rampant 
member, I was scrutinized with extreme care by several pairs of hands and 
eyes and at least one tongue.  There was no visible set back to the 
healing process and peace was soon reestablished in the camp.

Later, when I heard that Janet had been willing to sacrifice the possible 
well-being of my precious penis for the benefit of a couple of inverted 
nipples, I nearly got angry.  But only nearly, because at the time she 
told me, she was performing an incredible sexual act on me, and anger 
would not have been appropriate or appreciated.  By the time I got back 
around to thinking of it again and bringing it up, she pulled that 
frustrating female thing of looking at me with that look that says, "We 
already discussed that.  Don't drag up old issues."  Some day I'm going 
to figure out how they do that.

Except for the visits by Diane and the constant stroking by the endless 
volunteers at my bedside, I was left in peace for the next 36 hours.  
Which left me fairly horny.  I mean, all that fore play and only one fuck 
every six hours.  I had been used to a lot more and was ready and raring 
to go.  The first ones to help me out of my pent up state were the two 
campers who just happened to be stroking my prick when I finally felt 
strong enough to fuck somebody.  Or some thing.  I really didn't care in 
the state I was in.  

I leaned over to kiss one of them, pulling her on top of me.  She saw the 
gleam in my eye and squealed.  A recent alumnus of the speed stripping 
class, she was nude and settled on my prick before her partner knew what 
was going on.  The partner tried to push the first camper off her perch, 
kind of a Queen of the Mountain game, until I slipped a finger up inside 
her shorts.  She kind of froze in her tracks and got a glazed look in her 
eyes.  She was slower getting naked, being one of the younger campers, 
but soon her smooth naked pussy lips were being caressed by my lips, my 
tongue skewering her and giving her a song to sing.

The song was soon heard all over the camp and a cheer went up.  It was a 
cheerleader camp, after all.  That night and the two nights thereafter 
the visitors came in as before.  Although they did seem more eager, if 
that were possible.

But there was still the problem of Diane and her nipples.  No matter what 
they tried, they couldn't get them to stay out.  I had had a lot of time 
to think about it and thought I had a solution.  I talked to the arts and 
crafts instructor, and described to her the design of what I had in mind.  
She fired up her furnace and soon I had a pair of odd shaped pieces of 
jewelry.  Her workmanship had been outstanding and when I asked her how 
much it would cost, she said "Two hours," with a wicked twinkle.  I gave 
a big tip on top of the payment.  She deserved it.

When Diane came in for her 'therapy', Janet was there, as always.  I 
think she was getting jealous of the regularity with which I was fucking 
Diane.  

"I think I have a way to keep your nipples out, Diane," I said.  I showed 
her the jewelry.  They looked like two small wide funnels with no drain 
spouts.  Just a 3/8" hole in the center with two small notches 180 
degrees opposed to each other.  I fit them up to her tits, and they fit 
exactly over her areolae, leaving the tiny buds of her nipples exposed.  

She looked at me curiously.

"How's that supposed to keep them up?"

With a wicked grin, I held up the second half of the puzzle.  Even Janet 
gasped as she saw what I had in my hand.  Two barbell piercing studs.  
But both of them agreed it would work.  And I could smell the scent of 
cunt juice filling the office.  Someone was excited about piercing 
Diane's nipples and it wasn't just me!

Of course, before we could pierce them, we had to capture them out in the 
open, so I gallantly volunteered to go in after them.  I took a 
circuitous route, probing with my prick as far up her cunt as I could 
shove it, trying to flush them out.  The attempt was laborious, requiring 
several advances and retreats, but it was not in vain.  The two future 
shish-kabobs poked up nicely and Janet was able to grab a hold of them 
and gently pull them out.  First she threaded the stiffened nipple 
through the center hole of the small funnel, and pressed it firmly, 
cupping the tip of Diane's tit in the concave ring.  Then she deftly 
pierced each one and inserted the stud, sterilizing and cleaning 
thoroughly as she went along.  When she was finished, it looked as if 
Diane was wearing tiny metal pasties.  

We waited for an hour and the cure seemed to have worked.  The studs 
rested in the notches of the internal rim and held the nipples proudly 
out.  The only side effect we could determine was that Diane seemed 
hornier than normal.  She drooled from both mouths, upper and lower, had 
a glazed look in her eye, and had a mini-orgasm with every fourth or 
fifth step.  I silently took a bet with myself that Diane would soon take 
up jogging, which she did that next summer.  Became world class, too, but 
had a hell of a time getting through the metal detectors in the airports 
on the way to the international meets.

With the problem of Diane solved and camp routine back to normal, it was 
suddenly the last week of the training for the campers.  Sandi, the 
administrator's assistant, came up to me after dinner on the first night 
of the last week.  A big grin split her face.  With the makeup and 
clothes she was now wearing, she was getting to be one of the hottest 
women in camp.  She had really come out of her shell.  The smile just 
added to her natural appeal.

"So.  Is the mighty Mr. Mattson ready for tonight?," she asked 
seductively.

The way she said it, I understood she was referring to my prick as the 
'mighty Mr. Mattson'.  But I hadn't heard a word about anything special 
going on.  I grinned back.  "I'm always ready, Sandi, especially for 
you."

She blushed.  Bright red.  She still wasn't used to her new erotic 
persona.  It made her even more appealing.  "N-N-No-o. N-N-Not me 
tonight," she sighed, disappointedly.  "You haven't heard?"

I shook my head in the negative.

"The next three nights are for the 'new girls'."

I furrowed my brow.  I had not heard the helicopter bringing in any new 
girls.  "New girls?," I asked.

Sandi blushed even deeper.  She reached up and pulled my head down so she 
could whisper in my ear.  I could also see right down her blouse at a set 
of cute firm mounds of flesh and was going to reach up and touch the 
erect nipple of one of them, but that thought actually left my head as 
she whispered, "Yeah, 'new girls'.  Virgins.  Tonight the visitors will 
all be virgins.  New girls."

I nearly came right then.  Three nights of virgin territory.  A pederasts 
wet dream come true.  I noticed Sandi looking at me with a funny look and 
this time it was my turn to blush.  I didn't need to , but I followed her 
gaze down and I saw my cock, which had sprung up iron hard at the thought 
of all those cherries.  It had found its way out over the top of my 
shorts, and spurted a great big glob of sperm onto the bare flesh just 
above Sandi's tits.

"Why, Thank you, Mr. Mattson!", she teased me, wiping the creamy white 
fluid off her chest with her fingers and then licking them clean.  "I'd 
say he was ready, wouldn't you, Janet?"

I whirled around.  I had not heard Janet come up behind me.  She looked 
down and saw my exposure and watched Sandi finish her special dessert.  
Gently, she took the exposed part of my cock in her hands and covered it 
up with them.  She had to move her hands up and down constantly to keep 
the whole thing covered completely and conscientiously did her best to 
protect the campers from seeing my exposure.  "I asked you to keep this 
under cover, Mr. Mattson," she said sternly.  Her looks and touch belied 
the tone of her voice.  Her eyes were dancing in the evening light, 
laughing at my obvious excitement of the coming - or cumming - events of 
the next three evenings.  She was excited, too.

We separated when I could finally fit back into my shorts.  It took a 
while, because the fact that it was Janet who was holding my prick in her 
tiny soft hands was as arousing to me as the thought of all the cherry 
picking.  She didn't seem to be in any rush, either, and kept up a patter 
of small talk about this and that for quite a while.  To this day, the 
only things I can remember from that conversation are the feel of her 
hands and the clear blue color of her eyes as they gazed up into mine.  
For me, right then, nothing else existed.  She still teases me about it.  
But I still react the same way whenever she holds me like that.  
Absolutely Pavlovian.

Back in the dispensary that evening, time dragged by.  I did the 
inventory in the clinic, bandaged a few knees, wrapped a sprained ankle, 
and dried more than a few tears.  A normal evening.  But my mind was 
elsewhere.  Torn between the thoughts of virgin twat and clear blue eyes.  
Both of those thoughts kept my cock hard and stiff, and elicited more 
than a few knowing giggles from the dispensary patients.  Apparently, 
everyone in camp knew but me.  Figured.

The first timid knock came at the door after an eternity of waiting.  

"Come in,"  I said softly.  I caught a brief silhouette against the hall 
light as a pair of figures slipped into my room.

"Hello, sailor," came a familiar voice.

"Hello, Skipper.  You're early tonight."  The other figure giggled.

I felt her move close to my ear.  "I figured you might like a witness 
that the girls were all here voluntarily."

I grinned and whispered back, "Thanks.  And this just wouldn't happen to 
excite you, too, no?"  A quick jab in my ribs confirmed my suspicions.  

"This is Kim, Mr. Mattson.  This is her first time."  With that she 
turned on a small light above my bed and melted into the deep shadows.  I 
tried, but I couldn't see her.  Damn!

Kim stood shyly by herself at the edge of the pool of light in a light 
blue short baby-doll nightgown.  Top only, no bottom, I noticed right 
away.  She shifted uneasily from one foot to another, and there was a 
gleam in her eye.

"Hello, Kim.  Why don't you come over here and sit down next to me."  I 
held out my hand to her and she took it.  She followed my soft tugs and 
sat gingerly down next to me.  Kim was one of the older girls.  16 or 17 
years old.  I moved my arm and put it around her.  She was trembling.

"Kim, are you sure you want this?," I asked her.

""Uh-huh," came the reply.

"Well, if you want to stop at any time, all you have to do is say so, 
OK?" 

She nodded.  I grinned.

"You need to tell me things out loud, how you're feeling.  I can't hear 
what you're thinking or feeling if you don't tell me, OK?  Now, did you 
under...."

My question was stopped as she launched herself into my arms, wrapping 
hers around my neck and shoving her talented young tongue down my throat.  
I took that to mean she understood.

With her in my arms, I began to explore the eager young body plastered to 
me.  Smooth skin, but then, they all had smooth skin.  Her medium length 
hair was up off her neck in a braid.  I freed my mouth from hers and 
kissed the exposed areas of her neck.  I felt her shiver and her arms 
tightened around my neck.  

I encountered a shoulder strap with a bow on the top of each shoulder.  
The satiny feel of her nightgown ended with a ruffled just above her firm 
ass as my hands continued down her back.  I got her to relax her strangle 
hold on my neck and laid her back on the bed beside me.  This allowed me 
to explore her front areas.  She was a vision and I took a moment to 
drink in her youthful beauty.

The nightgown was fastened by a single bow in front of her smallish tits.  
Her dark pink nipples were clearly visible through the material, and it 
was obvious she was excited.  Or very cold in the middle of July.  She 
caught at my hand as I tugged at the bow, indicating a slight hesitation 
on her part.

"Should I stop?," I asked softly.

"No.  Please don't stop.  I, uh, I'm just a little scared."

As I pulled the inadequate covering away from her chest with a firm tug, 
I leaned down and kissed her deeply.  I cupped and squeezed her firm 
rubbery tits until I felt her relax and begin moaning into my mouth.  I 
rearranged myself along side her on the bed.  She gave a small gasp as 
she felt my swollen cock flop down across her leg.

"I-Is that your thing?"

"My what?"

"Your thing.  You know, your penis?"

"Yes, it's my cock, my pecker, my prick, my John Henry, the Mighty Mr. 
Mattson, among other names.  No one calls it a penis but my doctor."

"Oh."  She giggled at the variety of names, especially the last one.

I was still.  Well, kind of.  I had her tit in my hand and I kept 
kneading it gently, but firmly.  Her little tits were firm and hard, but 
very sensitive, it seemed.  I felt them swelling up in my hand as her 
arousal grew.  But I waited for her to make the next move.

It took a minute or three, but gradually the burning spot of contact on 
her thigh captured her curiosity and her small hand slipped down and 
touched my now hard prick.  She had her eyes closed tightly as she gently 
explored it and, as she tried to reach her hand around it, I felt her 
catch her breath.

"Does it really fit in me?"

"Perfectly, Kim.  It will fit perfectly."

I lowered my lips to her chest and sucked in a lonesome nipple which was 
poking up at me, pleading for attention.  A shudder past through her body 
and she grasped me a bit tighter and began stroking up and down.  A 
natural rhythm.  I sucked and she stroked.  The excitement in her body 
grew.  I felt her nipples harden even more, one against my palm, the 
other in my mouth.

I switched teats.  This brought another groan, especially as the air 
chilled her moistened flesh.  My hand, now free, ventured down her flat 
stomach.  I trailed my fingers across the smooth surface, tracing erotic 
patterns in the tiny hairs, dipping occasionally into the depression of 
her navel.  She was humming unconsciously, and it was a tune I loved to 
hear.

I followed my fingertips with my tongue and began to bathe her tummy with 
my saliva.  The cooling of the moisture brought goose bumps to her skin, 
roughening the texture.

My free hand again ventured lower, this time to her secret places.  Her 
humming went up a note or two in pitch and urgency and her breathing was 
a bit ragged now.  Her stoking hand became irregular in its up and down 
motion and finally she abandoned altogether her grip on my prick for one 
on the mattress as my fingertips brushed across her clit.  She stiffened 
and cried out as a small taste of the orgasmic events to come coursed 
through her slender frame.  

"Oh!, Thank you, Mr. Mattson," she sighed.

I looked up at her now open eyes, tiny tears leaking from the corners of 
them.  "Are you finished?  Should I stop?," I asked her.

"You mean I can I have more than one?  I didn't know.  It felt so good.  
I don't want you to stop.  Please go....OH! OH! OH!"

She was rudely interrupted by my finger on her clit again, this time with 
a bit more pressure.  I grinned to myself at her innocence.  And got back 
to work.  One more step, and she would not refuse me her virginity, no 
matter how big she thought my pecker was.  I lowered my mouth to her 
smooth hairless pussy lips and breathed deep.  She smelled fresh and 
young, but with a distinctive fragrance of musk.  I love that ready to 
fuck scent a young girl gives off.

Her eyes were closed tight again after her last mini-climax, and she was 
not aware of my intentions until she felt my tongue begin to wiggle its 
way past her cunt lips and up into her pussy.  At first her hands moved 
listlessly down as if  to push my head away and she protested quietly, 
saying that she was dirty down there, etc.  Then the feelings from her 
awakening cunt shorted out her reason and her knees automatically snapped 
up to her tits, opening herself up to my tongue, my fingers and, 
eventually, my cock.

She was mine.

I built up her tension level by eating her delicious cunt for quite a 
while.  By the time I was done, she was delirious with passion, far past 
any point of return.  Her young body was wound like a spring, waiting for 
the big event that it knew was coming, even if she didn't.  Each climax 
went a little higher and left her a little higher.  She was throwing her 
head back and forth on my pillow and gripping the sheets with her hands.  
Her hair had become unbraided from her orgasmic thrashing and fell softly 
around her shoulders.  She looked beautiful.  Delicious.  Fuckable.  I 
judged she was ready.

I knelt up between her legs.  She sensed my movement and opened her eyes.  
She had a look of desperation in them.

"Please.  Do me.  Please.  Don't tease me any more.  Do me.  Now!  Fuck 
me, Mr. Mattson."

What can I say?  When they ask me so nice, I can't say 'No", can I?  

I did her.

The fat tip of my cock lodged up against her pussy lips.  I let it rest 
there impatiently while the lubrication from her pussy coated it.  A 
gentle push opened the portal and the head of my cock forged into the 
tight canal.  Her eyes opened wide as she felt her tissues staining to 
adapt to the seeming monster invading her pussy.  But she did not tell me 
to stop.  I doubt if I could have at that point.

Another small nudge pushed me in far enough to allow her cunt to close 
around the rim of my cockhead.  Again I stopped for a moment to let her 
adjust.  It also allowed the barrier membrane a little further up her 
canal to begin to tear loose a bit because of the stretching.  Another 
gentle nudge forward, and the tip of my cock was resting against her now 
dangerously thin hymen.  I waited patiently for her to get comfortable, 
and as I waited I felt the membrane give way, not with a rip, but with a 
sigh.  She arched her back with a small gasp and slowly but determinedly 
slid herself down on my cock, easily accepting about three quarters of it 
inside her.  She had felt no pain.  I placed my hand down between us and 
grabbed onto the base of my cock.  I didn't want to go too deep into her 
this first time.  I could also use my thumb to rub her clitoris, keeping 
her in a mindless fucking state for the duration of our coupling.

When she realized I was knee deep into her, she went wild.  I never moved 
from my knees, never had to jerk or thrust.  Some of her moves were a bit 
unexpected and unusual as this was her first experience, but this kid was 
a natural born wild woman.  The only parts of her anatomy not in motion 
were her neck and shoulders and they were the only things touching the 
bed.  Everything else was a tornado of action, whipping her cunt up and 
down on my cock.  She started screaming as she hit the big one, but she 
didn't stop moving.  My thumb wouldn't let her as I kept up a constant 
circling motion right on her sensitive nubbin.  Her actions increased, if 
anything, and she went over the top again, this time fainting dead away 
with a sharp scream.  Her body refused to obey her mind, however, and her 
cunt muscles kept a firm, almost painful grip on my cock.  

She slowly came back around and hugged me tight around my neck, her lithe 
body wracked with sobs.

"That was wonderful.  I didn't think I could get it all in me."  she 
sobbed into my ear.  "I feel so good.  God, is my boyfriend going to be 
surprised when I get him into the back seat."

I hated to tell her she hadn't taken in the whole thing.  I had never met 
a girl or a woman who could on their first time.  I'm just too big.  But 
after I told her I didn't go all the way in, she didn't seem to mind.  In 
fact, she seemed more determined to take it all the next time.  Whenever 
that would be.  

She left with a wet kiss and a sexy, "Thank you, Mr. Mattson."  I was 
already looking forward to her next visit.  The last three inches always 
surprised them, and I loved the look on their faces as they stuffed 
themselves like gluttons at a buffet.  Pure ecstasy.

The light flicked out, and I was lost it the sudden darkness.

"God, I wish you had been my first.  But I think you may have spoiled her 
for life."  The Skipper slipped down onto the bed beside me, finding her 
way in the dark by soft gentle touches.

"Would you rather I hurt her?"

"Oh, no!  But she is going to compare the next couple of lovers she has 
to you, and, unless their name happens to be Clark Kent, they won't be 
equipped like you.  I hope her boyfriend doesn't disappoint her too much.  
You're almost too good, sailor."

"Hey,  I'm just an average guy doing the best I can."

A sharp jab in the stomach registered her disbelief of that statement.  
"You're far from average, sailor," she said softly, almost to herself.  
Then, with a short shake of her head, as if bringing her back to reality, 
she got up off the bed and headed for the bathroom.  She brought back a 
wet rag and a towel to dry with.

"Here.  Clean up.  It's nicer for the new girls if you're clean for them.  
They're nervous enough without having you smell like the previous girl."

I began to clean up, getting ready for the next one.  I sensed her 
waiting, tapping her foot unconsciously as she stood there in the dark.  
"Is there a rush?  How many new girls are there?"

"If you do them all like Kim, you'll almost make it.  There are six new 
girls."

"Oh, OK.  So, two tonight, two tomorrow and two the next night.  That 
should be easy."

"Wrong, sailor.  Six tonight, six tomorrow night and six the next night.  
And I'm going to get mine each night, too.  I'm so horny right now I can 
hardly keep from jumping you."

I shook my head in disbelief.  Eighteen.  Eighteen virgins.  I didn't 
think there were that many over the age of 12 years old in the whole of 
California, much less good looking ones, much less just the LA area.  
Well, there would be 18 fewer by the time camp was over.  

Grinning, I reached out and found the Skipper.  Her tight body was 
covered in a light shirt which I ripped off of her in a single jerk and I 
proceeded to take just about every liberty with her I could without 
penetration.  She just stood there and let me, helping me, encouraging 
me, urging me to violate her any way I could and wanted to.  So I did, 
and by the time I was done, we were both gasping for breath.  Finally, I 
pulled her to me and I kissed her hard and vicious.  I was tired of this 
fucking cat and mouse game.

She melted into my arms, her resistance gone.  I could have done anything 
to her at that moment, including turning on the light above my bed and 
establishing her identity.  I knew it.  She knew it.  She knew I knew it.

But I didn't do anything.  To this day I don't know why.  I gently sat 
her tight naked butt on my knee, pulled my fingers out of her cunt and 
asshole, brushed the hair away from her sweaty face with my lips and 
tenderly licked the tears trickling from her eyes.  

"Better see who's next," I told her.  "You know I can't fuck you if it 
gets too light in here."  She gave a small sob.  "And Skipper, I need to 
fuck you.  Bad!"