M. Jacobs: The summer camp nurse

Lisa Chambers stepped out of her little infirmary and took a deep breath of the fresh wilderness air. It was a far cry from the big city, this Camp Wawakakee. She knew that her summer job at Camp Wawakakee would do her a world of good. She had gotten sick and tired of the city grind.

Lisa was a dedicated nurse who loved her profession, but the sameness and the pressures of nursing in a big-city hospital required an occasional escape, and this year Camp Wawakakee was it.

Lisa had been at the camp about a week now, and so far her new services as camp nurse hadn't been needed even once. She knew, however, that with so many boys running around in the woods she would eventually be called upon to render some nursing service or other. Actually, she was more concerned with the health and well-being of the counselors and assistant counselors.

Lisa waved to old Mr. Carter, the director of the camp and its founder. The old gentleman had been very impressed with Lisa's resume. She remembered the look on the man's face when she agreed to take the position for the summer at a fraction of the salary she could have gotten elsewhere.

Lisa had explained that she looked upon her stay as vacation as much as a job. But the fact of the matter was that Lisa had more than a professional interest in her young patients. She had discovered early in her nursing career that the younger patients under her care often were in need of something that they just couldn't get in the hospital – they needed sex.

Lisa had found that young patients recovered far faster if she paid attention to their sexual needs as well as to their medical ones. She just loved the genuine appreciation they showed her when she slipped her warm hand up under their hospital gowns and wrapped her fingers around their stiff pricks. She loved the way they responded to her loving caresses. She loved the way they stiffened in every muscle as she stroked their hard young cocks. And she loved the way they always shot her hand full of hot white cum after a few well-practiced strokes.

Of course Lisa knew that all of her youthful patients had different needs and desires, so she was very versatile in her treatment of them. Some of her boys required her to raise their gowns and bury her pretty face in their laps, taking their hard pricks down her throat and bobbing her head up and down. She always loved it when her boys shot her face and throat full of steaming young cum. She loved to swallow it all down.

Some of her boys developed a taste for pussy, a taste which they had acquired when she sat on their faces right there in their hospital beds. Lisa was convinced that young boys made the best pussy-lickers. They always lapped at her dripping cunt passionately and brought her off in the wildest orgasms imaginable.

She remembered one young patient who had to eat her pussy at least once a day. He had tried to pretend that he was having a relapse just the day before he was due to be released from the hospital. She had almost wished he could persuade the doctors that he needed another week or two in the hospital, but such a ruse had been difficult.

Lisa's activities at Harper General were fraught with peril, of course. She knew that Dr. Colson, the director, wouldn't understand her effective but unconventional practices. She had always thought that it might be easier to carry on her special brand of nursing care here in the more reined and informal atmosphere of this summer camp.

As she stood on the porch of the rustically constructed infirmary, she saw her first patient limping down the path toward her. She walked inside and prepared for the patient. Her sensitive pussy was already itching beneath her crisp white nurse's uniform.

She took a deep breath and waited for the door, to open. She didn't know who the boy was, but she had seen clearly as he strode down the path that he was a cute young hunk.

"Come right in. We're always open!"

"Hi, I'm Chris. Chris Trask." The good-looking blond boy smiled.

"I believe I've noticed you around the camp, Chris," Lisa smiled, shaking his hand.

"I'm a junior camp counselor. You must be our new nurse."

"I'm Nurse Chambers. Now what seems to be the problem here?" she asked, looking down at the boy's slightly skinned knee.

"It's no big thing. I just fell and skinned my knee. I would've just shined it off, but Mr. Carter saw it happen. He's a big stickier for details, you know. He says we have to report to the nurse every time we get hurt, even if it's minor. Something to do with the insurance or something. I don't know. Big deal. It doesn't even hurt." The boy winced a bit when he moved his leg.

"It looks rather painful to me, Chris. I'd better have a look at it. Sit down over here, Chris," Lisa said, pointing to her examining table. "Let me get your records."

"See, I'm as healthy as a bull. Dad always says I'm as strong as an ox and twice as smart." The boy grinned, brushing the hair out of his sparkling blue eyes.

"I see you have no health problems. No injuries last year. Oh, what's this? You broke your right leg when you were at camp some years ago. Have you had any problems with that leg, Chris?"

"Gosh no, Nurse Chambers. I was only thirteen then. It healed right up. It's as good as new now." He slapped his right leg for emphasis.

"Your legs do look very strong, Chris. You have very thick leg muscles, Chris. You must work out. Do you work out with weights, young man?" she asked, her eyes roving over her young patient's thickly muscled legs.

"…yeah, Nurse Chambers… I work out some. I get a lot of exercise just bein' a junior counselor too. There's lots of stuff for us to do, you know."

"I can see that, Chris. You're a very fine specimen," she smiled, walking over to the door and locking it. "Now let's have a look at this injury."

Lisa flicked on the bright white light over her examining table. She swabbed the scrape with antiseptic.

"There, that should take care of the scrape. You're right, Chris, that was nothing. But I think it might be a good idea to examine that leg you broke. I want to see if it was set properly."

Lisa ran her hand up Chris' tanned leg from his ankle all the way to where his leg disappeared into his shorts. She thrilled to the feel of his warm hairless skin beneath her hand. She felt his muscles swelling with youthful power. She put her other hand on his leg and ran them both all over his leg, letting her fingers run up under the leg of his khaki shorts.

She looked up at the boy and watched him swallow hard. She could tell from his bobbing Adam's apple that she was already having an effect on her young patient.

"Hmmmmm. Well now, this is very interesting," she said in a puzzled voice.

"What… uh… what is, Nurse Chambers?"

"I'm not sure yet. Let me examine the other leg, Chris."

Chris raised his leg so that she could run her warm silky hands all up and down it too. There was something about the way she touched him that made him feel all funny inside. He felt lightheaded, and he had a sinking feeling in the pit of his young stomach. He had never had a nurse run her hands all over his bare legs like that. In fact, he had never had anyone feel his legs or any other part of his body like that. He hadn't managed to get any pussy yet, or even get close enough to a girl to get a good feel. His parents were very strict and watched him like hawks. In fact, he thought that was why they always sent him to camp, to keep him way from girls.

"Very interesting indeed, Chris," Lisa said in a thoughtful tone of voice. "How are you feeling right now, Chris?"

"Feeling? Uh… oh… gosh. I… I don't know… I guess I'm okay."

"You seem to be getting very tense, Chris. Is anything the matter, dear?" Her tone softened, her voice becoming more feminine and less professional.