Sweet Dreams Were Made of This (Creepy Carla)

by Pulsar

Hello, kiddies! I’m baaaack! Creepy Carla here, your favorite erotic spooky story teller! I see you perverts and pervettes are ready for another twisted titillating tale! Eee, hee-hee-hee! (cackle). Very well, my demented darlings. Your mother would not approve of this one… so make sure she’s not around! He-heh-heh. (Opening the old tattered book) Tonight’s tale takes us to a girls’ summer camp, which means two things… short-shorts and ghost stories… two of my favorite things! Yum-yum! Listen now as I tell of a girl who was burning with desire in …

“Sweet Dreams Were Made of This”

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I never thought I’d reach thirteen! It seemed to take forever. But finally, I was old enough to be a Junior Counselor at Girl Cadet’s annual summer camp. Like most girls, I hated camp the first year, but it grows on you. Now, I loved it. And so that fateful day in early June, I was down at the archery range helping set up in the hot sun in preparation for the busloads of Girl Cadets to arrive that afternoon. We all had on our baby-blue camp tees, along with our khaki uniform shorts rolled up as short as possible to keep cool for one, and also, it was the few places we could show off our legs and get away with it, way out in the woods away from civilization. For the first time in my life, I felt really sexy, even though my ghastly pale legs had yet to tan… but the summer was still young. By the time school would start in August, I just knew I’d have a luscious suntan to show off in my gym class uniform shorts!

But something else awoke in me that summer that I never understood. For some reason as I sweat in that hot sun, I anxiously awaited the arrival of the young Girl Cadets. I looked forward to seeing them in those cute little uniforms, their glowing eyes, pretty faces, and delectable bare legs! I wanted to hug them, snuggle them… kiss them! Why? I don’t know. It’s not like I wanted to feel that way… I just did. And the very though of getting my own little clan to watch over caused my panties to dampen! I couldn’t help it. Yet I continued to help the older girls stack the bails of hay, leaving them none the wiser to my deepest thoughts. They were sweet mind you, and their teenaged bodies looked hot in their little shorts and tees, but those innocent little girls I’d be guiding tasked me to no end.

Finally, the afternoon arrived and the busses came. I stood among the other junior counselors waiting for my assigned clan. And soon enough, Ginny, the Senior Counselor called out my name and motioned me toward a clan of nine-year-olds who had just gotten off the bus! There they were! My adrenaline rushed as I looked over the bunch. Some were eager, and others apprehensive of being away from home, some for the first time. Nevertheless, I approached with my clipboard grinning from ear to ear! “Hi girls!” I said with the enthusiasm of a cheerleader. “I’m Rachael! I’m your clan leader for the week!”

But most of the girls looked at me with a ‘whatever,’ kind of look. They had told us to expect this. I’m sure I was the same way at their age. And among them, one little golden-hared nymph stood out among them all. She was their age, yet looked several years younger… slow to develop. She did not look up at all. Her eyes were swollen red. She obviously suffered homesickness already. Her camp tee was too big, nearly hiding her little cotton shorts, which on the other hand must have been last year’s because they were very short and fit her like a glove, scarcely covering more than a bikini bottom would.

But of all my girls, she must have been the all-around cutest. Her anguish melted my heart. They warned us not to play favorites, but said some would require more attention than the others. Well… I had some ‘attention’ in mind for her… but I knew it was all in the timing. It’s just how us girls are. Anyway, I approached her and stooped down to her level. “Hi there!” I said with a huge toothy smile. “I’m Rachael. What’s your name!”

“Tabby,” she mumbled.

“Tabby! That’s a pretty name… a pretty name for a pretty girl!” I said as I stroked her silky blonde hair. Already, I could feel my panties getting damp and sticky again. “I know you probably didn’t want to leave home but… you’ll have fun here! We’re gonna do a lot of fun things you’d never get to do at home!” But all she could do was sniffle and cry. A few tears ran down her cheeks. “Aw, honey,” I said as I hugged her. “Trust me! You’re gonna have so much fun that by the end of the week, you’ll be crying because you won’t want to go home, I promise!”

And with that, I took her duffel while she carried her sleeping bag. “Okay, girls, it’s time to rock and roll!” I shouted to the rest of the clan. “Follow me! School’s out… it’s party time!”

And so I led them all down the trail to a clearing in the woods where some large tents sat mounted on level wooden platforms. But the branches from the towering oaks made for a shady ‘roof’ over the campsite. And so for the next hour, the girls unloaded their things in the various tents. I took Tabby’s duffel and placed it in my own tent, being that she appeared to be a loner and not involved with the other cliquish girls. And believe you me, the more I looked her over, the more I loved her. And that deep desire began to well up inside me as I felt my little cunny throb. I had actually shaved it, deciding I was simply not ready to sport a ‘love rug’ down there.

And I could tell just by looking at her face that little Tabby was bald as an eagle down there as well. As I watched her unpack, I studied every move as she would bend way over in her tiny shorts to pick something up from her bag. I could see just a little panty poking out, and when she sat down on her cot, she had a hint of camel toe! Her legs were skinny, yet still defined by deep creases on the sides of her thighs and around her shinbones. Her little skinny knees bore deep dimples on each side and her kneecaps stuck way out from her legs like long sharp stones. Her sharp cheeks already had a cherry red hint of sunburn and her top few teeth hung out in a slight childish overbite. But that just made her appear all the more cute and sweet. I knew by now what she needed and before the night was over, I just knew I’d have her little naked body to myself!

At suppertime in the dining hall, I began to scheme, just like guys do when dating a cheerleader! Surely there would be an easy way to guarantee her sweet surrender to my cravings. I grew all the more horny, for dinnertime was when we wore our dress uniforms. And oftentimes most of the uniform skirts were outgrown by the summer and thus nearly micro-miniskirt length! After all, their mothers wouldn’t buy new uniform pieces just before camp. And as I’d hoped, Tabby’s was no exception. Her long but slim legs hung down from her little skirt looking nice a sweet. I had her sit across the table from me so I could see her cute little face during the meal. And at one time, I ‘accidentally’ dropped my fork. I bent down under the table to get it and afforded a fine view up Tabby’s little skirt. There were her little white panties and gorgeous little legs staring back at me saying, ‘come and get it!’

And as the evening wore on, my brain rang out in triumph! I had conceived a most ingenious plan of seduction… and it would work! It couldn’t fail, all things considered. Being that we already would be sleeping in the same tent, all I needed to do now was to tell a ghost story around the campfire… one that would scare poor sweet Tabby just enough that she would seek the comfort of my arms to pass the night. And considering how frail she was, Tabby would never make in though the night without begging me to told her tight! And I’d give her all she wanted and more! Yes, I think that little hairless pussy of hers could use a nice explosive orgasm tonight! And as for me, I was long past due for a nice cummy-cum!

At last, the summer sun sank behind the hills beyond the lake and a nice glowing moon shone above. I had lit a fire in the pit that sat in the center of the semi-circle of tents for roasting marshmallows. My mentor had checked on our group and retired to her own tent up the trail apiece so I was now on my own with my eight girls. They were all mine! I even got bold and suggested we all sit around the fire on the blankets in nothing but tees and panties! After all, it must have been pushing 90 F and it was just us girls, so it was like a wilderness slumber party of sorts. And so we giggled and gossiped for a while as we sang and ate our marshmallows. But as the moon rose high overhead, I rehearsed my ghost story in my head. Little Tabby sat next to me on the blanket with her legs crossed Indian style, lazily holding her stick over the fire. I wanted to reach out and give her bare thigh a squeeze, but I figured… not yet. It’s all about timing!

“Look at the moon!” I said to the girls, attempting to stop the giggling. “Look up at all the stars. You can’t see stars like this in the bright city!” I said. Then, I cleared my throat. “You know, there’s stories about these parts. Things that happened long ago that most people don’t know,” I said as the giggling ceased and all those girls eyes were now just staring into the flickering campfire, listening to my words. “Many years ago, back in eighteen 0-something, this land belonged to the Karawak Indians!” I continued, making it up as I went along. “They hunted in these woods, farmed in the meadows, and fished in the lake. But then came the white man from Europe. Now the Karawaks were able warriors, but they were peaceful people. They welcomed the new settlers and wanted nothing but peace. And it may have been that way forever except… well… one day, Sakawee, the chief’s daughter spied a handsome son of a white settler. And Sakawee was the prettiest girl of all of America. She had long dark flowing hair, beady brown eyes and ruby lips! And she went to her father and said, ‘Father… I want to marry… Johnny… the son of the blacksmith!’

“But he said ‘No! We shall live with the white men, but we shall not blend families. We are the Karawak nation and must stay that way!’ But every night, she begged her father to let her marry him. And so he finally gave up! ‘Sakawee, you give me no peace,’ he said. ‘If his father approves, you may go and marry him.’ So she set out one day to meet Johnny to tell him that she loved him. But when she entered their small village, she found him standing next to a white girl in a white dress! He was getting married to someone else! Her heart broke and she grew very angry! And so she grabbed her bow and two arrows! She fired two arrows into the air, one striking the groom and the other the bride! They fell down dead as she let out a loud war whoop! She warned the townspeople that no one spurns the Karawak chief’s daughter! And after that, she ran away back to her own village.

“But the white settlers grew angry and fearful of the Karawak Indians. And so, all the men of the town gathered their guns and rode off to the Karawaks. That night, they shot and killed every Indian they could see and burned down the village! But Sakawee fought as brave as any man! She fired back with both arrows and pistol. But the settlers chased her into a burning house and she caught fire. But to their surprise, she ran back out of the house, her whole body aflame, yet she didn’t die! She only ran off into the woods howling… and she was never seen again.

“But they say when the moon shines bright, you can sometimes still see some burning flame, deep into these woods! And they say that to this day, she still takes revenge on girls who remind her of the one who stole her Johnny away by shooting fireballs at them. So… keep your tent flaps closed, girls!”

And so I finished my story, hoping that none of them were nerdy enough to know there was no such thing as the ‘Karawak’ tribe… I had made it up in a split-second, hoping it sounded ‘Indian’ enough for them. And naturally, those young ditsy girls stared into the fire without a word. They didn’t want to believe me, but when you’re far away from civilization and out in the dark woods, it’s much easier to let your imagination run wild. I nearly scared myself, which I found pleasing if I say so myself. And then I took note of poor little Tabby. She sat frozen on the blanket, almost shivering. I felt guilty in that I didn’t want to terrorize her. I just wanted to send her into my longing arms.

“Okay girls, let’s get to bed,” I said. “You want to be well rested for some fun tomorrow!”

And so one by one, they stood up and brushed the crushed leaves from their legs and retired to their respective tents. And poor Tabby rose without a word and carefully walked barefoot across the dirt and rock to our tent. I could hear the trembling in her breath as she reached around in the darkness for the zipper of her sleeping bag. But finally, she spoke. “Rachael,” she said with a whimper, “is that really true?” she asked.

Poor kid. I felt really rotten now, but I had that delicious little damsel in arms reach and I wasn’t going to let her get away now. “Well…” I said. “I haven’t really seen anything but… It’s what I’ve heard… and my friend Debbie wouldn’t come back here because she thought that once she saw… something but… I’m not afraid of Sakawee!”

“You’re not?” whispered Tabby.

“Naw,” I said bravely. “I mean… I haven’t seen anything out there in the woods so… why should I?”

“Mmmm,” mumbled Tabby.

“Aw, come on, Tabby,” I said. “Every camp has it’s lore! Just part of summer!”

Poor Tabby took a deep breath. “Rachael,” she said with a weak trembling voice. “I’m… uh… I’m scared!”

Yes! I mean… oh-oh! No… I mean YES! I had mixed feelings. Perhaps I’d done a bad thing, but it was working! It was working better than I’d expected. “Uh… c’mon over here, Tabby,” I finally coaxed as I grew quite excited. “I won’t let anything bad happen to you, I promise!” And in the darkness, she approached me. Finally, I got to wrap my arms around that little warm body! I squeezed her like a teddy bear and began to run my hands up and down those silky, baby-soft bare legs of hers. Oh, I was almost in heaven! I pulled her close and kissed her gently on the forehead. “You’re sooooo cute!” I whispered. “You’re just the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.” I continued to kiss her on her forehead and cheeks, slowly and sensuously, until our lips met. I kissed her very lightly on her lips at first, but soon she relaxed and before long, I was exploring her with my tongue. Then, nature took over. I gently laid her down on my cot and soon we were locked in a long passionate French kiss. I reached back and forced her little bare legs to wrap around my waist and soon after that, she was squeezing me tight as we kissed. I don’t know exactly how it happened next, but soon I had her tee shirt off and she was now just in her panties. I began to kiss her little bare flat chest and down to her tummy. And only a few moments later, I was reaching for the waistband of her panties. She was so caught up with desire now that she simply lifted up her bottom as I began to slide them down her long slender legs. Once they were clear of her feet, she lay naked on my cot.

I paused for only a few seconds to toss off my own tee and yank down my panties before I gently climbed on top of her. We kissed again, over and over. I had one arm underneath her, and with my free hand I reached to explore that little hairless slit between her legs. And though I was not surprised, I was thrilled to find it warm and wet! She began to moan in a high girlish voice as I fondled her bald sex. I could feel her thrusting against my hand with utmost desire. “Does that feel good?” I whispered.

“Uh…. Ooooh…. Oh yes!” she whispered back.

“It’s supposed to,” I said. And so we continued to make love for a few more minutes in this position, until I rolled her over on top of me. Without a word, I shifted her around, until we were in a ‘69’ position and I had that sweet little twat in my mouth.

“Uuuummmm!” she moaned, almost loud enough to be heard from the other tents. But I was far too horny to care at this point. As I worked that little slit with my tongue, I could feel a little moist worm snake its way down into my own yearning cunny as her tongue followed its course. I wanted this moment to last forever, but my body could not hold out. Soon, I felt the most marvelous explosion, from my clit all the way up into my abdomen. I burst into the most intense orgasm ever. But I kept working that little cunny of hers because I wanted her to feel the ultimate blast off. And when she humped my face harder and harder, I knew she was at the edge. Soon, she let out an, “OOOOoooh! Eeeeee!” and jolted violently. She came in droves!

And thus we finally laid side-by-side on my narrow cot, wrapped up in each other’s sweaty naked bodies. I had found paradise out there in those woods. As she seemed to fade off to sleep, I kissed her gently all over her cheeks and forehead. “Did you like that, Tabby?” I whispered.

“Yeah,” she whispered back without opening her eyes.

“I loved it,” I said. “And I love you! You’re so special!” And with that, I kissed her again.

“I love you too, Rachael,” she replied.

And so we laid down with our naked sweaty bodies side-by-side in the torrid summer night. I listed to the cicadas, crickets, and multitudes of other insect chirps as they filled the woods beyond the tent in the deep night. In the distance I swore I could hear an owl tooting, along with other nocturnal wildlife. But only a few moments later, the nearby insect calls went mute, followed by the rustling of some leaves. Slowly I began to sit up on my cot.

“What’s that?” whispered Tabby, once again growing nervous.

“Shhhh!” I replied. “I bet it’s a dear. If we’re real quiet, we can get a look at it up close!” With that, my feet gently touched the wooden platform floor of the tent.

“Can we pet it?” whispered Tabby.

“Of course not! If it hears us, it’ll run away. Be very quiet.” And with that, I reached for the ties and ever-so-carefully opened the tent flap.

Suddenly, a mighty war-whoop filled the air with an, “Eeeeeee-yaaaaaa!” Before I realized what was happening, the dark silhouette outside burst into flaming apparition before me, lighting up the hollow. In an instant, fireballs flew everywhere, setting fire to the trees and tents! Both Tabby and I screamed out into the night!

“Noooo! This isn’t happening! I made the whole thing up! There’s no such thing as Sakawee! Just a stupid story! It’s not real!”

I was paralyzed. It couldn’t be real. But before my eyes was the flaming ghost of Sakawee, just like I had told it in my story. How could it be? But the next thing I realized, an arrow surrounded by a fire came at us, launched by the ghost of Sakawee’s bow. It struck the tent and set it aflame. Poor Tabby and I stood helpless as my ghost story came true, now cooking us both alive!

“Aaaaaaah!” I cried out as my eyes burned with tears.

“Rachael! Are you okay!” said a voice as I felt a pair of hands shaking me. Next thing I knew I was staring at Mrs. Olsen, the camp nurse. Suddenly, I realized I had just woken up. I looked around to find myself in the health lodge in broad daylight. “You need to be more careful!” said Mrs. Olsen. “You didn’t drink enough water and you passed out while lifting those heavy hay bales out in the hot sun! I trembled as I caught my breath. It seemed so real, yet apparently I had a nightmare after passing out. I don’t remember passing out. But I must have. It was just all a dream. Everything! “Ingrid here carried you all the way up the hill to me!” continued Mrs. Olsen.

As my eyes focused, I could see Mrs. Olsen’s teen daughter Ingrid, the golden-hared Nordic nymph who was build like an Amazon warrior! She was a senior counselor who stood behind her mother like a statue. Her rolled-up camp short revealed her muscular tanned thighs and scratched knees, obviously a girl you would not want to mess with. Yet she was meek and quiet as mouse. If only she had tried to seduce me as I had done to Tabby in my dream.

“Now drink some water and get some rest. The campers will be here to two hours!” coaxed Mrs. Olsen as she handed me a water bottle and placed a cool wet cloth on my head. “And don’t forget the sunscreen or your arms and legs will be as red a boiled lobsters!”

“Yes ma’am,” I said as I laid back down on the cot.

Fortunately, by the time the busses began to arrive, I had pretty much recovered and was ready with my clipboard to receive my clan. And like I had dreamt, their they were! Not exactly as I had imagined before, but there stood eight cute little girls with large tee shirts and luscious little bare legs hanging down below. And I nearly fainted again when there stood a shy little girl among them, eyes puffy from crying on the bus trip.

Yet this one was different. She was small for her age, perhaps due to her Asian features. Her hair was nearly jet-black, yet glistened in the sun as if it were wet. She had smooth shiny yellow-bronze skin all over, and her almond eyes glowed with innocence and sorrow. Her legs were long and thin, yet lumpy with some tone with her bronze flesh pulled tightly around her little sharp kneecaps. Although she looked nothing like Tabby of my dream, she melted my heard all the same. And so I repeated the ritual. “Hi there! I’m Rachael! I’m your clan leader. What’s your name?”

“Tran Lee,” she mumbled with a stray homesick tear running down her cheek.

“Tran Lee? That’s a pretty name… for a pretty girl! Come on! We’re gonna have so much fun this week that you’ll be crying when it’s time to go home! I promise!”

And everything passed like my dream… or nightmare if you will. Well… not exactly, but I did place Tran Lee’s bag in my tent. And at dinner, the girls all showed up in their outgrown micro-mini uniform skirts that set my little virgin cunny aflame! Tran Lee was no exception to my delight. Her too-small skirt just barely covered her panties! And at dinner, I did my old ‘drop-the-fork’ routine in order to cop a lovely view up Tran Lee’s little skirt! What a delicious view of those bare little Asian legs dangling from this little panties! Yes, what a more lovely way for East to meet West!

And when night finally came as we sat around the fire roasting marshmallows, I thought, ‘What the hell… it was only a stupid dream! It wasn’t real! Just my imagination running wild! What have I got to lose?’ I took one look at Tran Lee as she sat on the blanket next to me with legs crossed, her bent bare knee rubbing into the side of my bare thigh. I had long made up my mind that tonight was as good as any to fuck her little brains out! And so, I looked up at the moon and began it all over again. “Many years ago… back in eighteen 0-something, they say this land belonged to the… uh… Karawak Indians!”

But suddenly to my disbelief, I spied something way out into the woods. There among the darkness of the trees, I saw a flame, nearly in the shape of a human being! No! It couldn’t be! It’s just a damned story I made up! None of the other girls seemed to notice, but it was coming right toward our campsite… just like I told it in the story!

“Well… what I mean is… long, long, LONG ago… there was this dark gray castle and… well… in the north tower of the castle, a pretty little girl was held prisoner…”

Suddenly, the flaming ghostly apparition faded away as I spoke, as if it ceased to exist as my story changed. How could it be? Somehow, a curse had fallen on me… all my ghost stories were fated to come true. “And… all the handsome young princes of the land tried to rescue her… but they all failed.” I took a deep breath, waiting to see what would manifest itself out in the woods. So far nothing, but I could see Tran Lee staring at me, waiting for the story to continue. The reflection of the campfire burned in her pretty little eyes. I gently reached down to rest my hand on the baby-soft skin of her bare knee. “But… along came another one to try to save her. But this time, it was a girl. She was an… uh… Amazon warrior… and she had ridden all the way across the desert, for her skin was sunburned….” I was stumped, but I knew I had to be careful in my storytelling in order to get myself down between Tran Lee’s delectable legs!

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Well kiddies… didn’t your mother warn you about telling tall tales? Of course she did… but you were too cool and naughty to listen, heh-heh! Well…it would seem that Rachael would get what she wanted, so long as she watched what she said. And it would have been a hairy night for Tran Lee… except Rachael shaved! Eeeee-he-he-he! So, my little demented ones… give yourselves a nice big hand… but please… wash it afterward! Until next time… happy dreams! Eeeee-he-he-he!