The blonde high school girl in the short, brown, sleeveless jumper stood barefoot in the shop window, dressing dummies, rising on her tiptoes to tie a scarf over a mannequin's metallic hair. The scarf was too loose, and as the blonde, teenage girl stretched her firm and full, young body, the brown jumper rode up, revealing scant, white panties cut high, so that the base of her bottom-cheeks showed almost to the crack.
"Jeez! Will you look over there?" A boy in his late teens, wearing Boy Scout shorts, shirt and cap, shouted with excitement at his fellows and pointed to the shop window.
"Migosh! You can almost see her whole bare ass!" a young Scout piped up in a high voice.
"Boy, I'd like to shove my dick into that!" a third Scout said and sucked air in between his teeth. "Can you imagine slipping your meat into her?"
The scarf was still not right, and the young girl strained so that the muscles played under the smooth tanned skin of her beautifully shaped legs. Tiny golden hairs glinted on the swelling thighs, and the gawking Scouts could see the fine, cross-grained texture of her skin, where the thighs curved up and out into womanly buttocks.
"Turn around, baby, will you, please?" the Scout who was eager to cut the girl's meat said.
The scarf finally sat on the dummy's head to the girl's satisfaction, and she stood back and regarded her handiwork with narrowed eyes, hands on sinuous hips, brown calves taut. When she stood like that, her rear towards the window, her slim back sweeping out into a deliciously curved ass, her naked legs well apart, she was the embodiment of every male adolescent's dream. Here was an athletic, sexy high school girl, her every body movement signaling her need for a stiff cock, just asking to have her legs spread and her slit reamed.
The young blonde bent forward, reaching for a handbag perched on a low shelf, and the Scouts clustering before the pane hungrily followed her every movement. Taking the purse, the blonde teenager swung around and went into a deep knee-bend while she put the handbag besides the shoes of the manikin with the scarf. The spectators were unexpectedly treated to a view of her panty crotch, bulging with plump cunt lips,
the thin, white material cutting into the slit between the swollen rolls of intimate girl-flesh. Wisps of pussy hair had escaped from the confines of the panty crotch and glinted golden above the tender inner cheeks of her ass.
The girl was either unaware of what she was showing a raunchy band of Boy Scouts or she just did not care. She kept fussing with the handbag, while the Scouts gawked at the generous display of feminity.
"Ohmygosh, my pants are splitting!" A Scout said hoarsely, as the girl finally knelt and bent forward so that the low-cut V-neck of her brown jumper fell away from her chest, and the Scouts could see her naked tits.
"Wow! Can you imagine a chick like that spreading her legs for you?" a sixteen-year-old patrol leader said.
The pretty, blonde teenager's firm, pink-tipped boobs jiggled as she made some final adjustments on the window display. She shifted around so that her behind was pointed towards the boys.
"Oh baby! Couldn't we use you back at camp tonight.'" A young Tenderfoot said in a high-pitched voice.
The girl, kneeling, her ass towards the shop window, raised her hips, and her skirt rode up until a white triangle of panties, bulging with back-thrust cunt-pouch, pouted at the Scouts.
The Boy Scouts, their pricks stiff with longing for the thinly covered girl-meat, stared in silence.
"I bet she's just a prick teaser," the patrol leader said, his voice hoarse with lust.
"Oh, she fucks all right," a Scout with freckles across the bridge of his nose said.
"How in hell would you know, Herb?" the patrol leader scoffed at the boy who had spoken.
"I know her," Herb said. "She's my cousin Julie. I've fucked her."
The girl went into her squat again, flashing her meaty quim, the mattress of cunt-hair clearly showing through the semi transparent panties. This time, she balanced herself by thrusting one bare leg out in front.
"You fucked her?" the patrol leader said and laughed in disbelief. "Who are you trying to kid, Herb? All you've ever fucked is your fist."
The Scouts also started laughing at Herb, and the sexy teenage girl in the store window suddenly seemed to become aware of the horny bunch of Boy Scouts looking under her dress. She gave the gaping Scouts a look of contempt and clamped her knees together.
"Julie!" Herb shouted and tapped at the window, but the girl rose to her feet, and stepped back into the store, swinging her well-rounded ass. "I tell you guys, I know her!" Herb protested, as the boys hooted him down with derisive laughter.
"Sure, you know her, and you fucked her and she sucked you and I'm the President of the United States," the patrol leader said, and the boys howled with laughter.
"All right, I'll prove it to you guys," Herb said. "I'll bring her out here." He went up to the store entrance and stopped dead. There was Aunt Dee, lecturing his cousin Julie, who was unconcernedly sitting on a chair, raising her brown jumper high up on her thighs, while she pulled a stocking on a well-shaped leg. With Aunt Dee there, Herb could do nothing.
"What's the matter? Lost your nerve?" the patrol leader taunted Herb as he turned back from the door.
"Listen, it's true! You got to believe me!" Herb pleaded, as the walking away from the shop window, now that its main attraction for them was gone.
"You bring her to camp tonight, behind the cook tent, after lights out, and fuck her, then we'll believe you," the patrol leader said. "We'll be watching from the bushes."
"Okay, I will," Herb agreed. His prick was as hard as that of any of the Scouts who had seen Julie flaunt tits, ass, and barely covered cunt in the store window. The idea of slipping her some meat with the guys looking on excited him. "Hey! Don't you guys go and beat off thinking about her," he shouted after the Scouts. "The least I can promise you is a hand job from a real live girl."
'No, I don't want to go to any Scout campground with you," Julie told Herb three hours later. "Don't you see I've got company?"
The company with Julie in her bedroom at Aunt Dee's was a delicious-looking fifteen-year-old girl with dark reddish-brown hair, wearing a form-fitting, yellow dress with very little underneath. At least, Herb could see her boobs were hanging free, luscious jugs with large, stiff nipples showing dark through the thin, yellow cloth of the dress. Herb tried to look up under her skirt to see whether she wore panties, but the girl clamped her thighs together when she noticed his probing look.
"She can come too," Herb said, as the girl looked him up and down with an impudent smile. Herb gulped as her eyes stared right at his prick that was beginning to swell from his looking at her tits jiggling under the thin dress.
"She's Lisa," Julie said, introducing the girl to Herb. "And I'm sure she wouldn't be interested in going to any Boy Scout camp-out or whatever either."
"It's a Scout-O-Rama we're having up at the park," Herb explained. "It doesn't really get going until tomorrow morning with contests between the different troops, and demonstrations, but tonight they have storytelling around campfires and sing-alongs."
"Listen, Herbie," Julie said, "I saw you and your Boy Scouts when I was dressing the window over at Aunt Dee's shop, don't think I didn't." She turned to Lisa. "Would you believe it? There they stood, gaping at me, and every one of them with his prick standing up under those silly Boy Scout shorts. Horny? I've never seen so many guys get hard from a girl."
"Umm, sounds interesting," Lisa said and ran the tip of her tongue along her upper lip. She crossed her legs, and Herb caught a glimpse of something dark. Was it her pussy? Herb's cock tightened in his pants. Lisa was a pretty girl, and then there was something about her-her mouth. Herb thought of Lisa sucking his cock, taking the head in between her nice, soft lips and licking it with her flickering tongue. His prick crawled down his thigh until it was a powerful ridge of solid meat under his uniform shorts. Lisa's eyes were right on its outlined length.
"Why don't we go with him to that Scout thing?" Lisa asked Julie.
"You go, if you want to," Julie said. I've got to wait for Aunt Dee." She had been glancing out of the window from time to time all along as if expecting someone. She had hardly looked at Herb all evening, and even now she seemed to take no notice of the aroused state of his prick. But not Lisa. She deliberately recrossed her legs, and this time, he clearly saw her bare snatch. The tip of Herb's throbbing prick almost peeked out from the hem of his Boy Scout shorts.
Lisa reached out and took Herb's hand and held it. Her touch made him feel warm and funny in his lower belly. "Well, I'll go with you, Herb," Lisa said. "I've always -had a weakness for campfires, toasted marshmallows and stuff." She stood next to Herb, and her hand brushed momentarily over his hard cock. Herb thought he'd shoot his load. This girl had something about her that really got him going. As she walked over towards the door ahead of him, he looked at her ass swinging beneath the thin yellow dress: nice, full, rounded cheeks, and his knees turned to jelly.
"Lisa," he whispered as soon as they were out in the hall, "Ohmygosh, Lisa."
She turned around, her blue eyes wide and innocent. "What's the matter, Herb?" she asked. She came up close to him and pressed herself full-length against him, so that he could feel her tits in contact with his chest. Then she socked her belly and snatch
into him. Even though it was through two layers of clothes, her quim caressing his super-stiff dong was too much for him.
"Keerist!" he breathed out and ran his hand down her back over the resilient softness of her ass. Growling like an animal in rut, Herb impatiently raised her skirt hi back and ran his hand over the naked cheeks of the girl's bottom.
The girl kissed him. on the mouth, her tongue darting against his, while he ran both his palms across her gyrating ass-globes.
"You like my ass?" Lisa whispered in Herb's ear just before she flicked her tongue into it.
"Yes! Ohmygosh, yes!" Herb croaked. "Lisa, I've got to-"
She shut him up with her mouth over his lips. "It used to drive my daddy wild," Lisa said.
"What?" Herb asked hoarsely.
"My ass," Lisa whispered and frenched his ear-hole again. Herb looked down over her shoulder at the juicy girl-cheeks. "My daddy is crazy about my ass," Lisa went on. "Do you know he gave me bare-butt spankings until I ran away from home? I mean he especially liked to make me bare it with his friends watching and all. He sort of liked to show off, make me stand there with my pants down, while he-"
"Lisa!" Herb breathed hoarsely and cupped one of the girl's ripe tits. It was firm and springy, and he felt it up, squeezing the girl-flesh, pinching the nipple gently, while Lisa ground her pussy-mound against his bursting dong. "Lisa, you've got to let me-"
"I thought you wanted me to go to that Scout thing with you?" Lisa said and broke away from Herb. She looked down at the tremendous bulge in his pants, that had leaked at its tip into a wet spot the size of a silver dollar.
Herb had forgotten completely about his promise to the troop. "Aw, heck, that can wait," he said.
Lisa reached for the steel-hard ridge of his cock and touched it with fluttering girl fingers. "Wow!" she said, "What a rod!"
Herb stumbled forwards toward her, but she ducked and eluded his embrace. Her auburn hair had fallen over one side of her face, and her blue eyes taunted him as she laughed at his condition. "You offered to take me to the Scout camp, Herb," she said, "and I want to go." She stuck her delicious, dark-red lower lip out at him in a mock pout.
"But look at this" Herb grabbed his prick. Let's take care of this first."
"It'll go down," Lisa said. She was all matter-of-fact now. "Come on, Herb, I want to see your Scouts."
Herb sighed. "Okay, Lisa," he said. He was thinking that it might even be better to take this hot-tailed little cockteaser behind the cook tent at the Scout encampment and fuck the ass off her there-with the whole troop watching from the bushes at that!
"We'll take care of that later," Lisa said and patted his bulging ridge of stiff gristle. She flicked her tongue out at him and ran down the stairs with Herb thundering after her.
"What are we doing behind this tent?" Lisa asked Herb when he had brought her to the clearing. "I thought you said there'd be campfires and storytelling?"
"Looks like we missed all that," Herb said in a low voice. "It's after lights out." The camp was quiet, except for scattered murmurs from the Scouts settling down for the night. Here and there, the remains of a campfire glowed among the tents scattered under the tall trees. A bright moon rising above the treetops lit-up the grassy patch behind the cook tent. Dark bushes surrounded this treeless area, and Herb knew that in the foliage, Scouts were breathlessly watching for his next move.
He reached for Lisa's left tit, but missed as she stepped back, pushing his cupped hand aside. "What are you trying to do, Herb?" she asked, a frown of annoyance between her arching eyebrows.
This time, Herb moved fast and grabbed a handful of tit. Lisa's palm exploded against his cheek at the same moment as a voice in the bushes exclaimed, "Wow!"
"What's going on here?" Lisa asked as there came rustling and stifled laughter from the bushes surrounding the small clearing.
"Nothing," Herb said and lunged for Lisa. He grabbed her by the hair with his right hand, unbuttoned the neck of her yellow dress, and pulled one naked tit out.
She swung her fists wildly at him, but he kept a tight grip on her hair, pulling her head back so that she could not bite him, while he mauled her large, firm knockers!, first one then the other, squeezing the springy girl-flesh, while his rod rose long and hard in his pants.
"Hey, Herb! How about letting us have a feel too?" a voice said from the bushes.
Lisa struggled desperately to free herself, her bare tits quivering as she twisted and turned. She kneed Herb, driving her thigh against his hard-on, and Herb tore her dress down to her waist. He glued his mouth to one of her nipples and began to
suck, feeling his knees grow weak. His grip on Lisa's hair slackened, and she tore loose from him and dashed for the bushes, right into a Boy Scout's arms.
It was the sixteen-year-old patrol leader who had dared Herb to bring a girl out here. He was stronger than Herb, and he pinioned the hard-breathing red-head's arms behind her back and held her so that the Scouts stepping out of the bushes could all see her naked tits.
"Jeepers!" a young Tenderfoot gasped, and his voice broke. The sight of a nubile girl, a pretty one at that, having her bare breasts forcefully exposed was beyond the wildest dreams of the boys clustering around her.
In the moonlight, Lisa's breasts were pale globes of female flesh, tipped with quarter-sized, dark nipples. Her breath came in short gasps from her exertions, and her chest heaved, making her bare boobs rise and fall.
For a moment, the Scouts just stood there, looking. Then one of them flicked on a flashlight and played the beam over the pinioned girl's naked tits. The patrol leader held her arms far back so that her knockers stuck out like ripe melons. More flashlights came on, and Lisa's tits were brightly illuminated. Her nipples stuck out, dark pink tips on the full flesh.
"All right, you guys," the patrol leader who was holding Lisa said. "Line up for a free
feel."
The boys hesitated, fascinated by the half-naked girl. Only the spots of the flashlights kept caressing her dark-nippled tits.
Finally, one Scout reached out and gingerly touched her soft but firm flesh. "Wow!" he exclaimed under his breath and ran his palm over first one then the other of Lisa's breasts.
The girl kicked out at him and her foot cracked against the fondler's left kneecap. The Scout cried out and bent to clutch his knee only to feel Lisa's shoe slam into his chest, and he toppled over onto the grass.
"Take her shoes off," the patrol leader who was still holding the girl commanded.
It took two Scouts to hold each of the girl's legs while a fifth slipped her high-heeled shoes off.
The injured Scout lay on the ground, his kneecap swollen to twice its normal size.
"Better get some ice for that," the patrol leader said, and a couple of boys trotted off into the cook tent.
Lisa was struggling in the patrol leader's grasp. "Let me go! Let go of me, you little bastard!" she hissed and kicked her bare heels back at the Scout's shins.
The patrol leader laughed, let go of the girl's arms, and instead clasped both of her breasts from behind. He kneaded the firm, springy flesh, pressing himself against Lisa's back, his hips rubbing against the girl's ass.
Lisa ducked, freed herself from the clutching hands, spun around, and hit the patrol leader right in the nose with her fist.
"Ohmygod! It's broken!" he cried as the girl sped away. "Catch her!" the patrol leader gasped.
"What the dickens is going on here?'' a masculine voice thundered. A bright lantern threw its powerful beam into the clearing, and Lisa stopped in her tracks, barefoot, disheveled, her dress open down to her waist so that her naked tits stuck out.
The speaker with the authoritative voice stepped into the clearing. He was a mature-looking Scout, with masculine, hairy legs, and the shadow on his cheeks and jaw showed that he already shaved. Although only seventeen, he was senior patrol leader, and the boys of Herb's troop respected him. "You guys are making so much noise the old goats sent me to find out what's up," he said. The old goats were the Scout leaders, and some of the boys' fathers that had come along on the camp-out.
Lisa noticed his eyes on her bare tits and covered them. The senior patrol leader raised his eyebrows. The girl brushed the wing of reddish-brown hair back from her face and returned his frank stare.
"We were just having some fun," the patrol leader who had held Lisa for the boys to feel up said. He was nursing his nose. On the ground, the boy with the swollen kneecap was holding a chunk of ice wrapped in a dish towel to his injury.
"It's all right," Lisa said to the senior patrol leader. "They were just trying to have some fun." She dropped her eyes and scratched at the ground with her bare toes. Then she threw the senior patrol leader a provocative look. "Only they don't seem to know how to go about it. I guess they're too young."
"Well as long as there's no harm done," the senior patrol leader said and went up to
Lisa. "You're not hurt?"
Lisa shook her head so that her hair swung out about her-head. "I'd like my shoes, though," she said.
"Let's have 'em," the senior patrol leader said, and one of the Scouts handed the nigh-heeled shoes to him. Lisa slipped one shoe on, supporting herself by holding on to the senior patrol leader's shoulder. When she raised her other foot to put on the
shoe, she nearly lost her balance, and the senior patrol leader put his arm around her waist to steady her. When Lisa had both shoes on, the senior patrol leader still had his arm around her waist.
"Hey guys," he said, "We better move on up to the amphitheater, before some of the old goats come looking for us." he walked off, holding Lisa, who had put her own arm around his waist. Before he disappeared down the trail with her, the senior patrol leader looked back over his shoulder and winked at the boys.
"Come on," the patrol leader with the injured nose said, "let's go and get some of that ass. Old John will fix it for us."
John was the senior patrol leader's name. The excited band of Scouts took off up the trail after John and Lisa. Herb brushed past the boys until he took the lead. After all, he had brought the girl here, and if anybody was going to get some of her pussy, he felt that he should be first.
Ahead, he saw the glow the senior patrol leader's lantern, swinging from side to side. Then the light went off, and Herb crept stealthily ahead. When he came upon John and Lisa, he saw with a pang in his chest that the senior patrol leader was doing what he, Herb, had been aching to do all evening.
They were standing hi a patch of moonlight, Lisa's face turned up towards John, who was kissing her, long and hard. While he held her around the waist with his right hand, the senior patrol leader's left was stroking her naked tits! John was neither hesitantly touching the girl's bare boobs nor squeezing them as the patrol leader had done back behind the cook tent. He was massaging the girl's delicious jugs with firm, swift, circular movements that had her arching her back and rubbing her boobs against his palms, while her breath came in hard gasps.
Herb felt a painful pang of jealousy as he saw Lisa's hand with a sure move unzip the boy's fly and take out his long, stiff prick. Lisa's hand stroked the senior patrol leader's nine niches of rock-hard gristle with experienced hands, so that John muttered, "Jeez!" while his cock was being handled by the girl.
Herb saw the senior patrol leader's hand slip down from the girl's naked boobs and raise the skirt of her yellow dress in front.
"He's going for her cunt!" a voice whispered behind Herb, and he saw that he was no longer standing there alone gawking at John feeling up the girl and getting his pecker massaged in return. The Scouts stood there, most of them rubbing their swollen dongs, aching to do what the senior patrol leader was doing.
Herb heard Lisa moan as John's hand started to frig her quim. "He's gonna fuck her!" an excited voice whispered next to Herb's ear, and the way Lisa kept stroking the boy's rigid cock with quick, firm jerks, it looked as if she was getting set to take it up
inside her. Herb's prick throbbed painfully in his pants. At that moment he would gladly have given up ten years of his life to take John's place and slip his aching meat to the girl.
Herb, along with the other boys watching John and Lisa, tried to get a better look at the girl's cunt But although John's dong was clearly visible in the bright moonlight, Lisa's skirt covered her snatch. "Jeez! Look at him fingerfuck her!" a voice breathed near Herb, and John was doing a beautiful job of it. Lisa bent her knees and spread her bare thighs farther apart to let the senior patrol leader finger her crack. Her hips thrust eagerly up and down as she rode the Scout's stiff fingers.
Then, when John lost control and roughly started to force the girl towards the ground, and one of the Scouts by Herb said, "Wow! He's really gonna cut her meat," Lisa suddenly shoved the senior patrol leader back. The watching Scouts let out groans of disappointment. John growled and went for Lisa again, but she whispered something to him that none of the Scouts, including Herb, could hear, and he said, "All right, if you want to," and laughed, while the girl stood on tiptoe to kiss him, her hand still fondling his erect dick.
"All right, you guys," John hollered, "I know you're there. Come on, we're going to have a little fun." He hugged Lisa, and she kept her hold on his prick, while they started along the trail to the amphitheater once more.
Herb and the other Scouts trotted behind them, feeling jealous of John, the senior patrol leader, who was getting his prick massaged by a girl's hand, while all they had were stiff peckers and the hope that maybe they were going to get a chance to rub them against some naked girl-flesh.
The amphitheater was really only a semi-circular cut in a sloping hillside, with peeled logs set into earthen terraces and a patch of bare ground at the base, where the remains of a campfire smoldered.
When Herb and the other Scouts got there, John was throwing logs on the red-hot embers and fanning them to a blaze with his cap. Lisa sat on one of the peeled tree trunks that served as seats around the campfire. She sat huddled forward, her face hidden by her hands, her elbows resting on her thighs.
"How manv of you guys got a hard-on?" the senior patrol leader asked in a loud voice. Lisa's head perked up, and she watched the boys. Four or five raised their arms half-heartedly. "Well, okay then," John said, "I guess most of you aren't ready for a little fun. So why don't you all go back to your tents and forget about what I'm going to be doing here."
There were loud groans of disappointment from the boys. "All right then," John addressed the Scouts again. 'Wow let's see how many of you have a stiff pecker." Every Scout there raised his hand.
Lisa said something to the senior patrol leader that none of the Scouts could hear. He laughed and turned back to the boys. "Lisa here thinks that you're boasting. How about showing her that you guys are ready for a little loving?"
The Scouts did nothing but stare in silence at the girl who had sat up and was leaning back on her hands, a taunting smile on her face now brightly illuminated by the blazing fire.
"If you guys want to call it quits right now," John said, "that's more than okay with me. You can all go and hit the sack."
There were shouts of, "No, no," from the boys.
"All right, then," the senior patrol leader said, "how about letting Lisa see what you got for her? Come on, fellers, drop your pants."
"How about her?" a Scout shouted at John. "How about her showing us her crack?"
The senior patrol leader turned toward the girl. "How about it, Lisa?"
The girl shrugged, stood up, bent forward, her arms crossed, and pulled her yellow dress up and off so quickly that the Scouts stared at what suddenly was revealed in disbelief. A lovely, young girl stood there, bare-ass naked, the fire's flickering light playing provocatively across her smooth skin. At the apex of her slightly rounded girl-belly, the dark patch of pussy hair drew all eyes. The girl cupped her naked tits and caressed them until the nipples swelled. "All right, John," she said, "Anybody that wants to cop a good feel, have them take then-pants off before they come up to roe. I wanna see some stiff pricks."
A burly, curly-headed Scout was the first one to drop his uniform shorts and underpants, and with his semi-stiff rod of meat swinging, walked up towards the naked girl, while the Scouts whooped with excitement.
Lisa sat down on the peeled tree trunk bench and waited for the Scout who was naked from the waist to his knee-socks. Her eyes were unabashedly on the boy's extended prick, and seeing a lovely fifteen-year-old girl looking with interest at aroused male meat, drove the Scouts to a high pitch of sexual excitement.
The burly, curly-headed Scout had dark hair on his legs and belly, and his cock was a thick, pale shaft curving out from the mat of hair in his groin. When he reached Lisa, he bent slightly forward and cupped one of her tits. The girl arched her back so that he could feel her up good and proper, and watched his cock spring up. As the burly, curly-headed Scout massaged the girl's naked tits, his pecker grew larger and harder. Lisa ringed it with one hand and eagerly stroked the stiff, male gristle. She pulled her legs up and spread her naked thighs, her feet up on the tree trunk, and
her strokes on the boy's joint quickened as the male meat swelled bigger still with increased desire.
"She's spreading for him! She's spreading for him!" a Scout near Herb shouted with excitement.
"Dick her! Dick her!" another boy shouted. "She's asking for it!" But Lisa, after showing the burly, curly-headed Scout her pussy, pushed him away and sprang to her feet on the bench.
Now, another boy dropped his pants and eagerly ran up to the girl. This one, a pale blond fellow with short-cropped hair, must have had some experience with girls before. He cupped one big cheek of Lisa's ass with his right hand, and his left went straight for her snatch. The girl bent her knees a bit and spread her legs farther apart to accommodate him. While he squeezed and pinched the full and well-rounded girl-ass, the pale blond Scout fingered the girl's quim. This time, the watching Scouts got a better view of the girl's snatch, as the Scout stroked the intimate groove before slipping two fingers into her.
Lisa let him feel her up until his prick stood up so stiff that it looked fit to burst, then she pushed his hands away from her body and squatted on her heels, up on the bench.
Now, more of the Scouts seemed to muster sufficient courage to expose their pricks to get a free feel. They filed past the naked, squatting girl, putting their hands on her tits, peering at her hairy twat, making a few hesitating passes at the girl-crack, and now and then slipping a boyish finger inside of her, until their peckers had risen to full hard-ons. The last one on the line filing past the girl was John, the senior patrol leader. He had a tremendous hard-on by the time he got to her, and, by the way in which he grabbed her by the cheeks of her ass, his fingertips digging into its crack, Lisa must have known that this mature boy would not be satisfied with a quick feel.
John kissed the girl again, kneading her tits, until the assembled Scouts could hear her moaning. When he stuck three fingers up inside of her, they could clearly hear the squish made by her wet cunt. Lisa groped blindly until her fingers found the senior patrol leader's cock, then she ringed it with thumb and forefinger, and gave him quick, jerky strokes that brought the organ to its greatest dimensions. John's prick was enormous, a veined column of angry meat.
The senior patrol leader reached around and grabbed the girl by the ass again, each of his large hands cupping one of the girl's hind-cheeks. He pulled her forward, and Lisa grabbed his shoulders for support, as the purplish-red knob of the boy's cock pressed against the elastic outer ring of her cunt-hole. As soon as the girl felt the male rod parting the wet inner lips of her quim, she tried to pull back, but the senior patrol leader forced her down, impaling her on his powerful shaft of meat.
Every one of the boys watching had an enormous hard-on. This was no longer any adolescent game of touch the tittie or stink-finger. This was the real thing. The girl was being forced to take in meat. She cried out a little as she slid down the boy's gigantic shaft of stiff gristle, her moist, pink cunt ringing it like a mouth. The Scouts watched with throbbing hard-ons as the senior patrol leader unhesitatingly rammed his prick into the auburn-haired cockteaser until his pubic hair was enmeshed with hers.
Triumphantly he lifted her off the tree trunk bench, still holding her by the full, well-rounded cheeks of her ass, pulling the fat globes of flesh apart so that the Scouts could see his fingers digging into the groove, the middle finger of his right hand sticking up into the girl's asshole. He slid her back and forth on his rod, which came out of her cunt glistening with her love juice, until she was lubricated enough for him to start really fucking.
None of the Scouts watching had ever seen a girl of their age getting fucked, and they were amazed that her girlish cunt could accommodate the senior patrol leader's enormous prick. John knelt down on the grass, keeping the girl impaled on his shaft, and then leaned forward until her bare ass rested on the ground. He forced her thighs up against her boobs with his shoulders so that her cunt was in position for the deepest possible penetration, and slowly withdrew from her vaginal sheath. The Scouts watched in fascination as the thick shaft came sliding out of the girl's quim, glistening with her cunt-juice.
John raised his tight, muscular ass until only the head of his tool remained inside the girl's slit The boy's shaft was swollen with lust, and the veins on it distended even more as he started rotating his ass and drove into the spread-open girl with the first fuck-stroke. When he slowly withdrew his tool from her gaping gash, it glistened in the nickering fire light. The knowledge that the moisture on the senior patrol leader's cock came from inside the girl's twat, excited the gaping Scouts.
The senior patrol leader drove his rod up into Lisa's quim once again, and the girl expelled her breath and moaned. John speeded up the rhythm of his fucking now, driving up into Lisa's belly with a twisting motion, and withdrawing slowly only to thrust into her once more.
After the fifth fuck-stroke, Lisa freed her thighs and brought her bare feet down flat on the ground at either side of the boy humping her. Now, she started rotating her hips, her ass grinding away on the grass. When John's thrust was almost in her to the hilt, she raised her bare ass off the ground and pushed her cunt up until her belly touched the boy's. As Lisa's hips began to respond to John's powerful thrusts, the watching Scouts saw that this was a girl who really knew how to fuck. As she moved rhythmically under him, John increased the force of his cunt-reaming. His shaft slid in and out of the writhing girl who started to gasp as she lost control and started fucking with complete abandon. Lisa cried out as the senior patrol leader kept slipping his meat in and out of her pleasure-swollen slit. She clasped her lover with her bare
legs, her ankles crossed on the small of John's back. This way, she could pull him toward her, squeezing him tightly against her drooling snatch so that his fully extended prick slid way up inside of her.
The Scouts marveled at John's control. The senior patrol leader kept on relentlessly fucking the naked fifteen-year-old girl who punctuated every one of the boy's piercing thrusts with gasping outcries of sexual pleasure. As the girl gave a long, drawn-out cry and her legs and belly started to shudder, the onlookers stroked their stiff pricks with renewed excitement. Very few of the Scouts watching their senior patrol leader fucking the good-looking teenage cock-teaser had ever seen a girl in the throes of coming. They knew girls climaxed, but they were not prepared for the violent physical evidence of the high school girl getting off from being fucked by an experienced male.
"Oh wow! Look at her snatch!" a Scout shouted and played the beam of his flashlight over the girl's crimson cunt lips. While John's straining prick, dark red with congested blood kept plunging in and out of Lisa's raw, wet gash, the girl's cunt lips pulsated from her come.
The warm girl-cunt gently opening and closing on his plunging shaft started to get to John, He struggled to make the fuck last, his face screwed up into a grimace of intense concentration as he held back the high-pressure spunk. But now Lisa milked the boy's ramrod with her cunt, again resting her bare feet on the ground and raising her hips while the boys plunged down. She cushioned the force of his every stroke with the springy flesh of her bare ass, grinding away under him before he could pull back for the next thrust.
"Come in, baby. Fuck!" a Scout, his prick stiff in his hands, shouted at the girl humping madly beneath her fucker. "Move that ass, Lisa!" he yelled, as the girl started to shimmy her naked hips.
The senior patrol leader grunted and ground her rotating ass down against the earth. His small ass-cheeks bucked up, and then clenched tightly as he slid far into the girl's cunt-sheath, and popped his nuts off with a hoarse bellow. The girl's legs rose up in the air as she felt his hot spunk deep in her in-sides.
John kept right on fucking through his come, then withdrew his semi-hard dick and smiled at the assembled Scouts. "And that's what you do with a little prick-teaser," he said. Lisa still lay there, her legs wide open, and as the Scouts turned their flashlight on her gaping quim, the senior patrol leader's thick, white spunk welled out of her slit and ran down between her bottom-cheeks into her exposed asshole.
"Come on now, Lisa," the senior patrol leader said, reaching for her hand, and pulling her to her feet. "You made these guys get hard, now you see to it that every one of them gets off."
The girl shook her head so that her mane of auburn hair whirled out about her face. She brushed it back with one hand, looking at John with narrowed eyes, and slowly moved her head from side to side as if she still did not fully understand what had just happened to her. "You son of gun," she said to the senior patrol leader, "you really know how to make a girl get off, don't you?"
"You were asking for a good twat-reaming, baby," John said. "And let me tell you, you've got a real sweet one." His prick started to stir as his eyes flicked over the girl's naked body. "Like honey," the senior patrol leader went on. "You got one hell of a hot tail, Lisa. Hot and sweet enough to suck the spunk out of a ninety-year-old man."
"You're a pretty good lay yourself," the fifteen-year-old girl said, eying John's swelling prick. "Yummy! I'll open wide for you any time, Boy Scout."
The senior patrol leader's cock stiffened, and the girl reached for his glistening tool, while she fingered her slit and then spread it open so that the flushed inner lining showed. "Come on, slip it to me again," she urged. John's prick jerked at her words.
"Hey! How about us?" A Scout sporting an eight-inch rigid rod protested.
"Umm, not bad," Lisa said. She looked around her and saw that most of the Scouts had their pants off and their peckers hard.
"Will you do something for these guys?" John pleaded with the naked girl. "I mean, you can't blame 'em, can you? They've seen you spread your legs for cock, and-"
"All right, all right," Lisa said and reluctantly released John's stiffening prick. "But as soon as I'm finished with them, you're gonna do me again." She looked longingly at the senior patrol leader's cock. "Aren't you?"
"You got a terrific ass, baby," John said, "How about doing it dog fashion?"
"Yummy," Lisa said and stuck her bare ass out at John so that the cheeks parted and her hairy quim pouched out at him. While she gave the senior patrol leader a good look at her rear exposure, Lisa took the eight-inch rigid rod of the Scout who had asked for some attention into her hand, and expertly massaged it until his spunk spurted. "There, that ought to keep you down for a while," she said and watched the Scout's pecker wilt.
She went over to another one of the boys, took hold of his hard cock, pressed it against the inside of her naked thigh, and squeezed it until thick, white cum squirted out and ran down her leg. The scouts crowded around the nude girl, some pressing their erect cocks against her, rubbing against her ass-cheeks, laying their rods into the groove between them and bathing the girl's rear end with hot spunk. Lisa's hands were also busy, restlessly seeking out the firm rods of male meat, ringing them with her soft palms, and milking them with rapid, sure jerks that set semen to flowing.
Finally, her bare ass glistening from the cum that had been spilled over the tender cheeks by horny Scouts rubbing themselves against real girl-flesh, Lisa sat down on the peeled tree trunk, a stiff cock in either hand, and expertly tossed off the two boys. As soon as she had finished with that pair, she grabbed another couple of cocks, jerked them back and forth and neatly milked the sticky cum from them.
"Hey, Lisa! Where did you learn to give hand-jobs like that?" John asked her. His prick hung heavy and nearly fully erect from seeing the naked girl relieving so many boys with her hands.
"Heck, I've been doing that since seventh grade to keep the guys out of my pussy," the girl said and finished off another pair. "I-" she started, but a Scout stuck the tip of his dick into Lisa's mouth and then watched round-eyed as the pretty girl tongued him, and sucked at his prick-head until he came right in her mouth.
Lisa blew two more boys, expertly frenching them, so that they came quickly and completely, while a Scout rubbed his prick against her left tit until it spat white semen onto the girl's flesh.
"Hey Lisa, none of this jacking off for me," Herb said to the auburn-haired girl. "You and me are gonna fuck!"
Lisa looked at Herb's proffered prick. "You want me to get you off or don't you?" she asked and started stroking it.
"Come on Lisa, spread your legs for me," Herb said and reached for the girl's snatch. Her hand was already milking his prick, squeezing the male gristle to make it spit.
"Listen, I wanna fuck," Herb whined. He felt a hand grabbing his shoulder.
"She doesn't wanna fuck you," the senior patrol leader said as Lisa dropped Herb's cock and grabbed the swelling meat of the older boy. She brought her lips down to it and licked its length, slowly and carefully like a little girl tonguing an ice cream cone to keep it from dripping. When John's tool had grown to its full nine inches, the girl stopped sucking it and knelt on the bench, her naked ass toward the senior patrol leader. She tilted her hips back and spread her thighs wide until her hairy quim-pouch gaped. Then, taking John's shaft, she guided it in between her cunt lips, until the senior patrol leader's belly was pressing against her ass-cheeks. The boy's extended prick was lodged way up inside of her.
"Jeezus, what an ass!" John said and started humping the wide hipped girl. His prick slipped in and out of her fat quim, while she arched her back to spread herself as wide as possible.
Tears came to Herb's eyes as he watched the senior patrol leader again fuck the girl he had brought out here to show off before the boys. "I brought her, I should be fucking her," Herb muttered. But the boys were wrapped up in watching a girl getting fucked dog-fashion and paid him no heed.
"Harder! Harder!" Lisa cried out as the senior patrol leader slipped his glistening dong in and out of her back-thrust cunt.
Almost crying with frustration and jealousy, Herb could not watch any longer. Tucking his still-hard pecker into his pants, Herb zipped his fly, and stumbled off down the trail and back home, back to Aunt Dee's house.