Girl Scout Camp/Creep forward for a better view
From Create Your Own Story
You quietly move along the edge of the clearing and you start to hear voices.
“Hurry,” you hear a girl’s voice say.
“I don’t want to hurry,” says the guy. You recognize him as Jim, the college student that was helping out with lunch.
“Mmmmm, I like it when you do that,” came her moan.
“You have great tits, Emily,” said Jim.
“They’re not tits, you asshole,” moans Emily. “They’re breasts.”
“Whatever they are, I love to suck ‘em,” Jim says.
“Get your shorts off,” Emily’s urgently whispers. “I want to see it.”
“You can’t see it,” he says. “I’m going to play hide-the-sausage with it.”
Emily giggles. You sneak forward, moving slowly, and placing your feet carefully, feeling for sticks that would snap and give yourself away. Emily is sitting on the end of the picnic table. Jim was standing in front of her, leaned over, his face at her chest. You watch as Jim’s hands shove his shorts down, and he steps out of them.
“Ooooo, you’re so hard,” moans Emily.
“All the better to fuck you,” says Jim.
“You can’t cum in me this time,” says Emily’s husky voice. “It’s the wrong time of the month.”
“OK,” he says, standing up and moving forward between her spread thighs. She leans back and her hand goes to where his penis has to be.
“Ohhhh yeaaahhhh,” groans Emily, as he moves even closer to her. “I love that so much.”
“You feel so hot, baby,” moans Jim.
They stopped talking and you inch closer. There is movement, and little sounds. Emily starts panting, almost grunting, and she takes one of her hands from behind her and puts it between them.
“Almost,” she moans. “Don’t stop.”
“Oooooooobaby,” groans Jim, his pale buttocks moving faster. “Ohhhhh fuck!” he says, leaning over Emily, and lying down on top of her.
“DON’T CUM IN ME, YOU BASTARD!” hisses Emily, her whisper loud enough to be heard a long way away.
“Ohhhhhhh,” he groans, pulling her face to his, to silence her with his lips. Her hands beat at his back for a few seconds, and then her legs lift up and wrap around his back as she starts moaning too, her lips mashed against his. His butt doesn’t move back and forth any more. It just looks like he’s trying to push harder. You hear the legs of the picnic table slide across the packed dirt of the field.
Then it’s quiet, except for the panting of the two teens on the table. Your breath feels just as heavy, and possibly just as loud. You back away slightly, afraid that they’d hear you.
“You prick!” came Emily’s half-angry complaint. “I told you not to cum in me.”
“I couldn’t help it,” he says. “It felt too good, baby.”
“Baby is right!” snarls Emily. “If you knocked me up, we’re both in big trouble!”
“I didn’t knock you up,” he says softly. “I love you. I wouldn’t do that to you.” He made it sound like he could only get her pregnant if he TRIED to get her pregnant.
“I love you too,” says the girl, kissing her lover, her anger apparently forgotten. “Mmmm, you’re getting hard again. We have to hurry!”
You watch them as they gather up their clothes and scurry back into the forest towards their tents. As quiet returns to the forest, you sneak back to your tent and fall asleep. In your dreams you wish you were in Jim’s shoes.
