Chapter 6
Camp Mohawk snuggled cozily into the North bank of Lake Wabunga, miles from the nearest town and as far away as one could get from the hustle and bustle of city life.
Jackie loved the feeling of nature surrounding her. With no telephones linking them to St. Cloud, the tiny burg up the river and no television or radio allowed within the camp grounds, she thrown into a different world. One that as a city person, she did not know existed.
The daily regime appealed to her. Every morning she rose with the other campers to salute the flag. Then it was off to a breakfast of eggs and bacon before returning to the camp infirmary.
Her nursing skills were in desperate need. With one hundred teenagers running around, accidents were bound to happen. And it was her duty to patch the campers up and get them back into having an active happy summer.
But despite the pretty surroundings and the sense of being needed, Jackie was not content. She was a woman, and she would not feel complete as a person without a man around. Sex was never far from her mind. She thought the quiet, reflective life in the woods would quench the harsh taste of desire. But that was not to be. Denying her sex was denying herself, and that she found out was an impossible burden to shoulder.
She saw dozens of patients every day. Young teenagers whose fast developing bodies caused her endless moments of anguish.
Her second day at the infirmary brought this fact home with a resounding flourish. A young boy came in screaming in pain. He wore a camp T-shirt, and baggy shorts and his hands were clasped over his crotch.
Jackie thought at first he was homesick from the way the tears poured down his face. But looking down, she realized this was hardly the problem. In his haste to dress for breakfast, the young lad had caught his cock skin in his zipper. It took little imagination to realize the pain the boy was in and she quickly grabbed hold of the zipper key and yanked his entrapped pecker free.
Then came an awkward moment. The boy quit crying and just stood there, his penis hanging down. Jackie saw the camper had not intention of moving and as she watched not knowing what to say, the lifeless penis began to grow.
The flabby skin came alive as the shaft straightened out with an awkward jerking movement. Jackie was shocked. How was she to tell the boy to stick his cock back in his pants. A deeper urge within told her to reach out and touch the cock, perhaps even stroke the fleshy shaft and make it harder. No! I couldn't! That would be awful Her eyes seemed to linger on the boy's crotch and she realized that the boy could not help but notice the change in her mood.
Go ahead, you bitch grab his pecker. Her voice was screaming within her skull. You've done worse and it's nice hard dong staring you in the face. Go ahead suck him off! Or maybe go in the bedroom and show him were his cock really belongs.
"It hurts," said the camper. He clutched his penis and wagged the circumcised head at her. "I think I cut myself."
Jackie didn't know if he was putting her on or what. But she wasn't about to let this punk kid torment her and ruin her vacation in the North woods. Still, the thought flickered in her mind to work on his pecker until the "hurt" went away.
Trying not to tremble, she applied an antiseptic to the boy's wound pretending that his penis was not really as hard as it appeared.
"There now, you're all better," she said, looking him in the eye. "Now, zip your pants and be careful you don't catch y-y-your t-thing in the fly again."
After the boy zipped up and left, Jackie slumped in a chair and listened to her beating heart. She had come so close to ruining everything, for once work spread that the camp nurse was giving blow jobs to the young campers her days were through.
She walked slowly to the bathroom and washed her hands. She was finished kidding herself. If she were to last the season, she had to find a man. Any man, it didn't matter really. Jackie was not fickle about such things. Big or short, kind or cruel, these characteristics did not concern her. Her face curled up as she remembered the hairy gorilla in the motel. Yes, even he would do. Just a man with a willing spirit and a penis which would throb hard and long between her thighs. A man who would fire her loins and fill the void in her troubled and pointless existence.
The answer to Jackie's prayers came in the form of a muscular six footer named Jay Steele. Their meeting occurred one night after the evening meal. The infirmary was locked up and Jackie was out walking along the lake front. The air was thick with mosquitoes and the odd sounds of nocturnal animals. She moved quietly, feeling the wind at her back, when a strange urge possessed her to walk out on the pier.
She loved hearing the water lap under the wooden pilings. In the moonless night she felt removed from her humble surroundings her tortured body aglow with the wonderful sense of being alive.
"Why don't you just shuck your clothes and jump in," said a voice below her.
"What! My God!" The young nurse leaped a foot in the air. There was somebody in the water below her. At first, Jackie had the crazed notion that someone had fallen into the lake and was hanging onto the pier.
"Hey, come on in, the water's fine,".
Jackie looked into the ink-black water. A head surfaced right in front of her. "You scared me silly," she answered. Her heart was beating a mile a minute. A man would have to be crazy to swim at night, when it was impossible to see more than a foot in front of himself.
"Afraid of the water?" he asked.
Jackie got down on her knees. A tremulous sensation stimulated her perverse curiosity. She wondered who the swimmer was. Any man crazy enough to swim at night, might be crazy enough to do other things.
Two powerful arms reached up on the pier and clasped her hands. A head raised up, but it was too dark to make out his face.
"I always swim at night," he said. "The water is bathwater hot"
"It's dangerous to swim at night all alone." She bit her tongue, but too later for the words were already out and she realized the implication.
"Exactly," the man answered. And before Jackie could catch a breath, she felt herself being hoisted up and moving through the air.
Her scream was muffled by her contact with the water. Her mouth froze shut as the water's coldness closed around her. She went down feeling the pressure in her ears and then the sudden surge of panic as she fought to come up. The cold water sucked the air from her lungs and when she emerged, Jackie was gasping for breath.
"Ohhhhh" she yelled. "I felt like I was going to drown. Her deepest dreams were always nightmares in which she was being stuffed down a long tube filled with water. The darkness of the night substituted all too realistically for the horror of those dreams.
But Jackie was not dreaming; she was wide awake and in the arms of the strange man who had pulled her from the pier. He was holding her close, balancing their bodies while supporting himself on a buoy line. "I didn't know you had a fear of water," he said.
"I didn't either," she admitted, "It just ... yeow!" Her hands had gone to his waist for support, but they were not gripping his muscular gut or even his bathing suit.
"You aren't ... "
"Shhhhh" he admonished. "It's our secret. Now just keep holding me as you were and I promise not to let you drown."
Jackie was shaking with disbelief for her fingers pressed against his crotch and a hard, very long cock pressed through the mesh of her fingers.
"Stroke it, go ahead I wouldn't tell," he coaxed her. Jackie stared in silent horror as her hands disobeyed her will and began stroking the long gloating object. His cock stuck straight out despite the cold water and his nuts sack floated around, drifting with the current. She felt his thighs trembling and his hips jutting forward, but not a sound escaped his lips.
Jackie looked hard, squinting her eyes in vain trying to figure out the identity of this strange man in the water. Her hand was jerking him off with devilish strokes. Gentle waves were lapping against her breasts exciting the pink ends made rigid by the cold water.
This is the craziest thing I've ever done. Masturbating a man I can even see. In the water, my clothes dragging me to the bottom and all I can think about is this hard cock swimming around in my hand.
The twin stimulations of death by drowning and abrupt sex brought Jackie's nerves to the peak of sensitivity. The stranger bobbed up and down holding onto the buoy robe, a groan of pleasure coming from deep in his chest.
"Kiddo, you are just what I need," he said. With a powerful stroke of his arm, the stranger was on her and for the second time in two weeks a complete unknown was ripping clothes off her body.
"Sorry about the duds," he grunted, "but there isn't time to explain. Now spread your legs open."
Jackie arched her neck. Could she be hearing right? The command was quickly followed by a splashing sound as his hand found her blouse and ripped it off. Her cunny was closed tighter than a clam shell; but he managed to finger apart her opening. Jackie spread her thighs as directed and let him plunge into her cunt folds.
"Ooooooo!! " The soft flesh jiggled with each bouncing movement of her thighs. She tilted her head and let the water's buoyancy carry her. Her round breasts broke the surface followed quickly by her belly and legs. Despite the coldness, the finger was unlocking her cunt doors. The petals of her naked little pussy bloomed with the heat of his thrusting. She closed her eyes and lay back to enjoy the fervid masturbation. The water lapping along the shore, the gentle sounds of night animals alive in the woods, and the steady stroking of her twat with heavenly gifts to her confused mind. Whoever the stranger was he really knew a thing or two about cunt reaming! Her stretched out channel flesh burned with desire.
In fact she would have come right there in the water on the moonless night if her lover had not removed his fingers. Slowly he circled her stretched out body and positioned himself between her thighs.
Tm going to fuck you," he insisted. No imagine words, no impassioned pleadings. His voice rang with confidence as if it didn't matter what she thought.
But it did matter, at least to Jackie who had been crying out for the joy of a passion stick throbbing in her guts for from the very first day she had set foot on the camp grounds.
"Hurry, I don't care what you do," she said. "I've waited an eternity for this moment. Just stick it in me as hard as possible." . She lay back. It seemed like forever. She waited and nothing was happening. Then she heard it. The rush of water coming towards her. She clenched her teeth, waiting ... hoping and then he struck!! ! ! Hard cock jamming her cunt doors. She gasped and went under, blowing bubbles as the entry of prick meat forced the air from her lungs. The strong, powerful shaft jammed her slit, forcing its way through the puckered lips into the soft creaminess of her womb.
Jackie's head bobbed to the surface, her hole alive with electricity. A charge built up in every nerve. She sucked in her breath; the cock seemed to be twisting up between her legs all the way to the center of her guts. She experienced no. feeling of weight or pressure. She floated like a cork as the prick gunned her cunny.
"Jesus fucking Christ," she whispered. His fingers found her butt cheeks and lifted her up onto his pole. Now she was really going strong. A shaft in her cunt and fingers in her ass! That was something all right; a forceful expression of passion that had been denied her all these weeks.
Faster and faster the cock worked its sweet music into her channel. Water sluiced into her womb; she was douching and fucking at the same time, a wonderful treat!
"I-I am Jackie Jackie Anderson," she said. She squirmed her hips against his cock. It felt every bit as hot and wonderful as when he jammed it inside the first time. Her cunt was a continual source of hot, exciting sensations. Pumping harder, spreading out further, she was able to take the full shaft all the way up her channel. It was the deepest penetration in quite a while and Jackie was well aware it couldn't go on much longer.
"Oh, you have to hurry," she whispered. "It's got to be soon!! "
Her cries were met with an explosion of piston fuck stroking. "It's so goddamn hard! I don't want to ever stop!"
The full force of his raging cock was madding. His prick never stopped plundering her cunt; even in the lake he continued to find new ways of exciting her.
Jackie was screaming louder. The molten shaft of thick meat wedged up inside the deepest parts of her loins was unbearably wild. Her mind swirled with strange fantasies. Could she feel the sperm running up her crack. Could her own flesh withstand the excitement of fucking in water.
Steele was also asking a few questions. His mighty cock seemed unwilling to function. This was not his first "wet" fuck. Once he had balled a girl until she had almost drowned, but that was in the Bahamas many years before. And she had not been so willing a love partner as this sultry bitch now glued to his cock.
He watched her body surging towards him, his bobbing breasts and fleshy thighs cresting the water. His cock was going up inside her crotch with powerful, lunging strokes. He was giving all he had, the sweat now bursting out on his face as the last bit of resistance gave in to the overwhelming desire. Adrenaline pumped his organs full of energy.
"Ready yourself, damn it," he snapped. His hips bunched against her twat as he short-stroked her hole. Her cunt muscles clenched his shaft and he roared with delight, sensing that the time for their climax had arrived.
"Fuck! FUCK!! ! " she begged, "Oh! Oh!! Ohhhh!! ! "
Rearing back so cold water sloshed up between his ass cheeks, Steele felt the steady suction of her cunt pulling on his dick. Back he went, his fatten shaft sliding away from her hole until only the ugly, misshapen cock head glued their two bodies together. Her cunt was still sucking on him, still begging for his milky froth and Steele told himself that all was ready if just his balls ...
"Jesus Christ!" he yelled. Then his prick slammed into Jackie's slit, smashing her thighs apart and in a violent spasm, he cut loose. Hot jism spilled into her vessel, filling her channel with hot cream.
"Oooooo" she groaned. "I can feel you coming. So hot and warm. You're there. You ... are. THEREEEEE!"
It was music to hear, the lapping of the waves splashing against their interlocking bodies and the grunting and groaning as they both rejoiced in the warmth of his male seed.