Girl Scout Camp/Ask for proof
From Create Your Own Story
“There’s nobody else here to ask,” you suggest. “And after seeing you with the tent and the boat, I still have my doubts.”
“You want a demonstration,” Sandy asks rhetorically.
“Seeing is believing,” you reply.
“If that’s what it takes,” Sandy sighs. “But just this one time.”
Sandy slowly moves across the boat and sits down next to you. She motions Anne as she leans into you and starts kissing you on the mouth. One hand runs up and down your chest while the other ruffles your hair. You move your hands to cup Sandy’s breast, but she pulls your hand back down. “This is our demonstration,” she tells you. “Just sit there and enjoy it.” She leans back in for another kiss, her hand keeping yours in check.
Anne has crawled to sit on the bottom of the boat in front of you. You feel her hands grab at the elastic of your swimsuit. You lift up your hips to allow her to slide it down. Her hands close around your cock, squeezing it tight before beginning an up and down pumping rhythm.
Sandy’s kissing only intensifies in your mouth. Her tongue duels around yours and she alternatively sucks and blows the breath out of you. She sits up on her knees and raises her breasts up to your face. You lick across where the tops of her tits are exposed and send your tongue down into her cleavage.
Anne’s hand is still busy on your cock and you can feel that it is slick with your lubrications. Her other hand moves to cup your balls and she pumps up and down harder. She traces around your sac, then back into the sensitive skin between your cock and anus. The pigtails in her hair bounce up and down to the time of her stroking.
As Sandy pushes her tits into your face, Anne’s efforts produce their desired reaction. Your hips jerk up as you erupt into the air. Anne pulls her hand away fast enough to avoid the mess as it spills into your belly, legs, and crotch. You lay there, spent and exhausted as Sandy and Anne sits back to enjoy their handiwork.
“That should convince you, right?” Sandy says. You nod as you catch your breath.
Anne bends down to pick up your trunks. “I think we’ll keep these as payment,” she says. Then in unison, both of them jump out of the boat and start swimming back towards shore.
You watch in shock as they swim away, leaving you naked in the boat. Sarah shouts back to you, “Our magic word was ‘banana.’” She giggles as they swim off.
You think about trying to chase them down, but they’re getting close to where the rest of the girls are swimming and you don’t really want to be seen wearing nothing at all. Instead, you row towards a secluded end of the beach. Grabbing a towel from the backpack, you sneak through the woods to your tent where you can get dressed.
