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The Story Behind The Story This story is set in the "Summer
Camp" universe created by Nick Scipio and features several of the
characters from that e-novel. Nick retains the copyright to all those
characters; they appear here with his kind permission. This is a work
of fiction, and the mention of and activities of 'Nick' and 'MizPattay'
is a complete invention and fantasy. Thanks to Nick and MizPattay,
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"Are you still on that damned Internet re-revising things? Dinner is almost ready." She puttered around the kitchen, naked behind, but aproned in front for protection from the random splatters of cooking "No, but I'm just finishing the latest chapter. It'll take a while. This book is much harder to put together." He squinted at the monitor through the bifocals, rubbing his fingers to regain some warmth. "Well," she'd never give up... NEVER. "If you had spent less time squinting through those glasses and stealing looks at the young and horny, you'd have been FINISHED writing it back then!" "I can't help it..." He leaned back in his chair, waiting for the file to save on the hard drive. He closed his eyes.... ~~~~~ Summer... He'd always loved summers best. All the young ones came, and back then he wasn't so old that he couldn't enjoy the fantasy that some of the girls might stumble on HIM in the woods ... and ... Well it was just a fantasy. He spent nearly his whole life on the camp grounds... winter and summer. Knew every rock, tree and place the kids went. "The Young and The Horny" he called 'em, like that TV soap opera... That night... when she was nearly desperate... how to capture that in writing? ~~~~~ He had slid closer to the small clearing on his side of the lake - the side opposite the big public grounds where Susan rented out the cabins. He squinted in through the binocs. "That boy sure did change over the summer." He scribbled in his notebook "Got all muscular and what the girls called hunky. And that town girl sure does like to slurp on his doodle, too! She took so much in her mouth it must be pushin' into her throat. "Look at her go! Bobbin' her head up and down and up and down. I love the way he leaned back and cupped his hand around the back of her neck... Now she's pushed him back into the beach and just JUMPED on him." He refocused the binocs on the place where they joined. "She's riding him just like Susan told her he liked. Said that was what Paul always did like best. That or him bein' on top." He chuckled: from what he could see, Paul liked being in a woman best. ~~~~~ The writer's eyes fluttered open, and he checked the computer screen and began to write again. "Almost done, hon." He flipped a few pages in his notebook ... "Say, what was that little girl's name? The one who had all that trouble with her first man." "Stacy," said the woman as she turned around. She cupped her breasts in her hands, and jiggled them for his eyes. "You DO remember Stacy, doncha?" "Oh yeah... STACY. That's it." He leaned back ... ~~~~~ He flipped the pages, reviewing what he'd written. It was hard, writing in that little book, behind a tree, in the dark. Well... and spending time wanking off in the darkness watching them, didn't make notetaking any easier. Stacy rode Paul hard that night on the beach. It was as if she was possessed. And almost every time he was about to explode... every time he reached for her... she stopped. She'd dismount, or change something ... and then pounce on him again. That long 69 session... BOY that was somethin'. She clamped her hand around the base of his cock and clamped her thighs around his ears... and WOW didn't she work him over! Never letting him come. Just keeping him on the edge. It was somethin' all right -- just watching that strong boy arch up in need. And she'd lift her head up, lean her pussy against his face, finding her own ecstasy, her hand clamped around him, not letting him loose... He pumped his hips up and she ground her sex against his face. And finally he'd ease back down into the sand - and then she'd pounce on his cock again. Sucking it into her mouth. The older man with the binoculars had crept closer, watching the young lovers in the moonlight. He could see the sweat on Paul's body now... Then SHE arched her back... shuddering in release, her body almost glowing in the silvery light. She'd knee walked down his body after, finally seating his throbbing member inside her. The man with the binoculars could hear them now. Her cry, hot with need: "Come inside me Paul... God I love you! Come in me!" And the young boy had arched up again, in a long spasm of release, his cry almost loud enough to draw the attention of the others on the far side of the lake. ~~~~~ He'd spent the winters in the little cabin, out of sight, quiet, away from things, reviewing his notebooks. Just like the doctor ordered. And he spent the summers, crawling around the campgrounds, peeping in on people. Watching them fuck or suck -- in pairs and more complicated combinations. Or he'd hide in Susan's closet and watch when she was having one of the boys or some adults in for one of those "special sessions." And then he'd sneak out while they were in the shower. Good thing Susan liked those shower sessions. He chuckled to himself again. It was always difficult to tell which she enjoyed more: the sex or performing for him in the closet. ~~~~~ "Come here, and take a look at this chapter." He said, rubbing his hands again. He was getting carpal tunnel syndrome from all the time he spent on the keyboard. "All right," she said. Then she laughed when she saw his hardness as it stood up in his lap. She straddled him and began to settle down, nestling him into her velvety, wet heat. "Oh," he shuddered. "Susan you were always the best." "Yeah Nick," her hips wiggled playfully. "Writing this stuff always gets you in the mood. That's the only reason I put up with it. ... Now where did you put that chapter?" "Same place as always," he said. "I sent it to your mizpattay account at hotmail."
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