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Scout's Honor 
Chapter 2 (of 10) 
By theGreatxIam

THE STORY SO FAR: A childless couple devotes themselves
to a Girl Scout troop. The wife dies in childbirth; the
surviving child dies soon after. The husband goes into
a funk, relieved only when the couple's old troop asks
him to drive the bus for its last camping trip. But the
trip takes a surprising turn when two former scouts
seduce him in his tent as he's waiting for the scouts'
mothers to show up.

--- --- ---

Traci, standing in the tent opening, her curves
outlined against the afternoon sunshine, was smiling
broadly as she repeated what she'd just said: "No moms.
It's just you ... and us."

Carrie, still glowing from all the sexual gymnastics,
piped up next. "And you won't need these." She yanked
my pants out of my hand.

I was too stunned to react. As Carrie spoke, Traci had
stepped into the tent. In a smooth movement she'd
slipped off her blouse. As I watched dumbfounded, she
reached behind her back and quickly her lacy pink bra
joined her blouse on the floor. Traci's long brown hair
fell just to the start of the sweeping curves of her
surprisingly large breasts.

I was speechless. Traci, with some help from Carrie and
her twin sister Terry, filled in the silence.

They explained that the whole camping trip was a
set-up. Traci, the ringleader, worried that I was
taking Jean's death so hard that I was endangering my
own health, and that I was losing my enjoyment of life.
Plus it seems that Jean had had a few late night,
around the campfire, heart-to-heart talks with the
girls about love and sex. And in the process she'd
described enough of our intimate details to convince
the girls that something was very wrong with me if I'd
gone so long without a lady friend after Jean's
passing.

It turned out the girls had, indeed, noticed my dawning
interest in them during those  months after my wife's
death. Far from being upset, they'd seen it as a
hopeful sign that I was returning to normal. They
hadn't expected me to do anything improper with them,
but figured I'd start looking around.

When, instead, I shut them out and crawled even further
into my shell, Traci called a meeting. That must have
been a weird event: a group of teenage girls discussing
how to get an adult male to get horny again. At some
point, just as a joke I guess, someone said that I was
so withdrawn, a woman would have to rape me to get me
in bed. That's when Traci said I had isolated myself so
much, what woman could get to me? She was pretty sure,
she told the other scouts, that they were the only
women who saw me at all regularly.

Yeah, Sue had said, and they weren't going to bed me.

That's when the light bulb went off, Traci said. "If
you want a job done right ..." she told the group. "Do
it yourself," they chorused back. Even then, I suspect,
they might have forgotten their plan. But when the
adult leaders announced they were disbanding the troop,
Sri, the 16-year-old, suggested one last camping trip.
And that got Traci thinking.

Now, remember, I was hearing all this from three very
beautiful young women crammed into a small tent -- one
topless, the other two completely naked. It was hard to
concentrate on the narrative. But, as close as I can
remember it, the girls basically managed to get every
mom to believe that some other moms would be the
chaperones. Turns out the chaos in the parking lot
where we loaded up was carefully planned to throw
everything into confusion and keep me and the moms from
comparing notes.

As Traci finished the story, she tugged off her denim
shorts and pink panties, revealing a very womanly brown
bush above pussy lips that already glistened with
moisture. To my astonishment, my cock responded to the
sight by springing back to life.

Terry and Carrie offered to stay and help, but Traci
said she could handle things on her own. The twins
grabbed their clothes and crawled out. Traci -- sweet,
shy, awkward little Traci, the Traci of my memories --
stepped toward me. Traci -- sexy, sinuous, 17-year-old
Traci -- the Traci before my eyes -- stepped toward me.
I wanted to protect her and I wanted to make hot love
to her. My mind was tearing down the middle as I
struggled with conflicting emotions.

One kiss ended all the dichotomies. Traci tasted like
ripe peaches. My hand sought out her pussy lips and
dipped into her nectar. There was no turning back.

We kissed, Traci leaning over me, like long-time lovers
too long apart. Our mouths crushed together and our
tongues sent off sparks. All the while my hand rubbed
her already sopping wet pussy and my middle finger
pressed through her opening, seeking and finding her
clit. Traci put a hand on my cock. I felt like a kid
again, thrilled at the first touch, feeling I was in
forbidden territory. Her fingers closed around my shaft
and she began to stroke. Ah, what a feeling!

My finger twiddled her clit as I cupped her cunt,
squeezing gently. When I slipped a second finger inside
her, she moaned, sending warm vibrations into my mouth.

Then Traci slipped out of my grasp, but only to climb
on top of me. The cot squeaked a little in protest.
Well, I thought, if it could survive the twins, it
could survive Traci.

Straddling my thighs, she massaged my arms and chest.
Her bountiful breasts swayed as she ran her hands all
over me. I couldn't resist; when my arms were free I
grabbed two handfuls of the most incredible combination
of softness and firmness I'd ever felt. Her nipples,
set in dark brown circles that almost filled my palms,
were the size of olive pits and almost as hard once I
rolled them around a little.

They looked good enough to eat, and they tasted pretty
good, too, as I discovered when Traci swung them down
and I took one, then the other into my suckling mouth.

I couldn't get enough of her marvelous mounds. She
enjoyed it, too. The rubbery nipples were so sensitive
that a few licks had her mewling with pleasure, and
when I took one between my teeth and tugged gently her
moan shook the cot. I moved back and forth between her
breasts, sucking on one while my hand tweaked the
nipple of the other, then switching off. Whichever hand
wasn't playing with a tit was buried in her cunt.

My cock was sticking straight up, the head bobbing
against Traci's flat stomach, but I was having too much
fun to think about sticking it to her just yet. You
could spend a lifetime with her breasts, so perfectly
sensuous were they. I tried out every technique I knew
and a few I made up on the spot: licking all around,
spiraling in toward the center; opening my mouth wide
and sucking in an expanse of flesh; planting kisses
left and right. Each move drew louder cries from her.

At the same time my ministrations to her juicy pussy
were making her body twist more and more violently,
smearing her fluids across my thighs. She grabbed my
hand and tried to force it deeper inside her hot box,
but I held back, sometimes even withdrawing completely.

"Stop teasing!" Her soft, mellow voice came out in
gasps. "Stop it!" I smiled. "Stop it? OK." I pulled my
hand out of her grasp as I let my head fall back onto
the pillow, releasing her tit. "I'll stop."

"Ohhh," Traci said, almost a growl. "You won't get away
that easy." I closed my eyes and feigned indifference.
"I'm already away. And there's nothing you can do about
it." "Nothing, huh? How about this?" Her soft hands
gripped my tool, holding it steady. She rose on her
knees and edged forward until the tip of my cock was
rubbing against her pussy lips.

Seeing that incredible body poised above me, you'd
think I would just grab her narrow waist and pull her
down onto me. How could I resist? This is how. Her
smoky eyes locked onto mine. I couldn't look away.
There was some kind of communication going on, but my
brain couldn't translate. It was soul to soul. All my
conscious could decipher was total acceptance, a
willingness so deep that I had to dive in after it.

Dive? No, that's too abrupt. This was anything but. I
lay perfectly still as Traci let her weight press her
body onto me. Like a slow-motion film I saw her slick
petals open around my hard shaft.

Imagine sliding into a pool of water at just the
perfect temperature, enrobing your body in its warmth.
Imagine walking through a narrow cave opening that
reveals slowly a glittering wonderland of crystalline
formations. Imagine all that and layer on top of it the
intoxicating rush of emotions that is sexual response.

I did not enter Traci. She took me in. Firmly but
gently, a languorous but uninterrupted motion, burying
my manhood in the flower of her femininity.

Until, at last, she came to rest. I felt the wet touch
of her encircling the base of my cock, dripping down my
scrotum. It was a snug fit; I was so flooded with
sensations all along my shaft that it felt impossibly
long. Though I had thought myself fully spent by my
earlier exertions, this new ecstasy was so intense I
almost came right then.

The only thing that saved me was that Traci didn't
move. I don't think I could have held back if she'd so
much as twitched. Instead, she held me there inside her
tight teenage twat, allowing my body to adjust.

I slipped my rough palms onto the soft skin of her
thighs. They were so smooth they felt as if they'd melt
like butter. I rubbed in spiralling circles up her
legs, higher and higher. My fingertips reached the
curly wisps of hair above her slit, above the joining
of her body and mine.

I let my thumbs skitter down to touch her clit. As I
did, I could feel her cunt ripple with pleasure. I
rolled the little button back and forth until Traci's
breath became rushed and shallow.

Simultaneously, it seemed, we decided it was time. Her
young body rose. Her pussy lips, so tight around my
shaft, stretched out, hugging my cock. She rose as
slowly as she had come down, up and up, the narrow
opening of her tunnel hesitating when it reached the
rubbery base of my dick's helmet, as if unwilling to
let it escape.

But escape it did. Traci only stopped when the very tip
of my cock was brushing against her labia.

Then she pressed down again. My shaft bent slightly,
broke into her cunt, straightened out.

Traci lowered herself like a falling leaf, rocking
gently as my dick entered her.

Sex with the twins had been lust. This felt like ...
Did I dare think it? Traci wasn't the little puppy-fat
kid I remembered, but was she a woman? Did she feel the
way I did? Could she?

There was no denying the womanliness of the gorgeous
body that was riding my cock in a slow symphony. Those
were definitely womanly hips, flared wide, just the
tiniest of white tan lines snaking around them. Oh, so
grown-up breasts, full and heaving as she bounced on me
now, picking up the pace. And that expression on her
smooth, unwrinkled face, I'd seen that before -- mouth
slightly open, closed eyelids fluttering slightly,
nostrils flaring.

What she was doing to my dick -- that wasn't childish,
either. Tight but yielding, her cunt felt like raw
passion. She kicked into a higher gear, her hair flying
as she drummed up and down. I put my head back and
roared, it was so inexpressibly good.

It was an unbelievable situation to be in, a man of my
age having wild sex with a 17-year-old. The fact that
Traci engineered the whole set-up was enough to make me
fear there was more to her motivation than just getting
a friend out of his funk. I don't mean just that there
were probably other methods short of arranging an orgy
with three nubile young women -- the teenage mind
seldom, if ever, takes the shortest distance between
two points. No, I mean that Traci apparently had taken
a very personal interest in the project.

Terry and Carrie, they were clearly having a ball as
they balled me, but it seemed to be a lark. Clearly
sexually experienced, they treated me as a delicious
change of pace, like it would be a kick to do me one
time. Not at all an unpleasant experience for me, but I
knew there were no strings attached.

I wasn't so sure about Traci. There had been a look in
her eye from the very start, on the bus ride to the
camp. The kind of look that reminds you of that scene
in "Lady and the Tramp" where they slurp up a spaghetti
strand and find themselves face to face. Literally,
puppy love.

I confess, my thoughts at the time weren't nearly as
coherent. Whose would be, while they were being
expertly fucked by a beauty like Traci?

That expertise was a confusing puzzle, too. What I knew
of her, even the way she talked about cooking up the
camping plan, didn't fit with the image of a teenage
slut. She didn't seem like a girl who would fuck
anything that wore pants. But here she was giving me
the fuck of my life. Her pacing was incredible. She had
more moves than I did, for heaven's sake.

True, there was an odd sort of studiousness to her sex,
as if she were working off a checklist. Though sweat
was glistening on her body now, she didn't grunt or
moan. Instead, she was biting her lips in concentration
as she humped me. Her contortions were incredible --
the flexibility of youth, I guessed. Keeping my cock
buried deep within her muff, she was able to lean so
far back that her hair tickled my bare legs, a position
that gave me a stirring view of my dick sliding in and
out of her cunt. Without using her hands, Traci then
rose back up. She continued forward until her hair
curtained my face. We kissed deeply as I once again
massaged her breasts.

Through it all, my dick stayed hard. More than once I
felt on the verge of the old familiar rush, only to
have it go away. My rod remained stiff even as Traci
rose back to tower over me. This time she amazed me by
spinning around, still impaled, until she was facing
away, rutting as fast as ever. I squeezed her perfect
buttocks, my brain overcome. It was like living out a
porno movie.

Like ... I got it. The unexpected skill, the wild
moves. She was bouncing on me like a trampoline when I
asked her. She slowed down a bit as she confessed:
Afraid that she wouldn't be able to please me, she had
studied hard-core videos for techniques. It was just
what you'd expect of a girl who'd read a dozen books on
entomology before going off to collect a couple dozen
bugs for a merit badge.

"Honey, honey," I said with a sigh. "Sweetie, you don't
have to try so hard to please me. Just being with you
is wonderful."

Traci looked over her shoulder at me. "Really?"

"Really, honey. I'm flattered that you'd go to all that
trouble for me, but you didn't have to. You're a
beautiful, sexy girl and the rest -- well, just doing
what comes naturally would be great. And, besides, it
shouldn't just be about pleasing me. You know, you're
supposed to be enjoying it, too."

Traci twisted her body back around -- this time,
letting my cock slip out of her. She had a sloppy smile
and her eyes were glistening. She lay down beside me,
her firm young body pressed to my side, her face buried
in my neck. I stroked her hair. It started out as just
a calming gesture, but I couldn't help myself. Traci's
naked form was just too tempting. My hand went farther
down with each stroke -- down to the gentle valley
running up her back. Down to the soft spot at its end.
Down to her round buttocks, curved just so. And all the
while I was planting tiny kisses on her forehead, her
cheek, her ear. But kisses became nuzzling, nuzzling
turned into wild abandon, our mouths crushed together,
our tongues entwined.

"I need you now," I said.

Her answer was simple. "Take me."

We twisted around so Traci was on her back, her legs
open wide. I knelt between them, my hard cock pointing
to the moist pink target.

Leaning forward, I rested the tip against her opening,
sliding it up and down. Traci wiggled beneath me,
trying to trap my dick. I bent forward and stuck my
tongue deep into her ear, making her squeal with
delight.

"What was that?" she asked between gasps.

"Just a little trick ... Hey!" I had to pull my head
back as she lunged for my ear. As I did, she tickled me
on both sides of my chest. I lifted my arms from the
cot to block her; she nipped my neck. We teased and
tickled each other for several minutes, jostling
around, until the inevitable happened.

With an ominous creak, the cot suddenly shifted. I
braced for a plunge, but it only sagged a couple of
inches in the middle. I sighed in relief. "That was
close," I said cautiously.

At which point, of course, the whole cot shuddered and
collapsed.

For a second I was too stunned to react. Then I looked
down at Traci, whose mouth was open in surprise. I
experimentally moved my arms and legs: nothing broken.
Traci did the same.

I lifted my body off hers. "Everything survive?"

She smiled. "Let me check." And her hand closed on my
cock. "Mmm, yes, everything important survived!"

I started to say something but just burst into
laughter, which Traci joined. As our giggles subsided,
I looked into her sparkling eyes. She was so
irresistibly cute. I kissed the tip of her nose; she
wrinkled it adorably.

For that, I gave her a peck on the mouth. She lifted
her head up and pecked me back. Then we kissed. Traci
opened her mouth. I did the same. Our tongues met.

My hands cupping the sides of her face, we kissed long
and hard. Her legs opened, knees bent.

I shifted my hips and entered her easily, one fluid
stroke. She moaned into my mouth as I sank into her all
the way.

This time I was in control, and I made sure Traci got
full pleasure along with me as we did the horizontal
mambo.

Long, slow strokes, I started with, making sure every
one bottomed out. Traci's long legs wrapped around my
waist, pulling me in deep. Her ass lifted off the
mattress with each stroke.

Her breasts were so firm that even though my back was
arched away from her, her nipples were high enough to
scrape along my chest, hard as pebbles.

That spurred me on. I speeded up my pistoning, earning
a trilling coo from Traci. Her hands curled around my
back and she held me tight -- so tight that I could
feel her nails digging in. I was pumped so full of
endorphins, though, that there was no pain.

No pain at all, only the pleasure of filling a young
woman's cunt over and over as she moans and bucks under
you. I highly recommend it. Fucking Traci, I left a lot
of years behind. I was a young man again, full of
passion, full of ... love? I pushed the thought away.

I wanted to concentrate on that incredible physical
act, on the way my entire body was reacting to the
sensations rippling out from my dick.

And I wanted to be sure that Traci was enjoying it at
least as much as I was. So I asked her: Was she?

"Oh, god, yes," she said, the last word ending in a
little shriek as I drove my shaft home. "I never
thought it could be this good. Ooooh, please, just like
that!"

"Like that? Or like this?" I sped up, jackrabbiting in
and out of her cunt. The thin mattress was flat on the
ground with almost no give to it, so my plunging
downstrokes pinned Traci and plowed deep into her. My
knees were getting a little sore, but I ignored that
and rat-a-tat-tatted into her honeypot.

"Incredible," she shouted. "That's even better! How can
you do that? How ... Aaaaaah! I don't believe it!
Grrrrraaaaaaahhh-OH MY GGGODDD!"

The orgasm seemed to hit her like a freight train. I
felt her pussy clench my shaft and she tensed from head
toe in a rippling series of shocks and aftershocks.

It is a very good feeling to give a woman an orgasm.
Not quite as physically great as having one yourself,
of course. But all it takes for a guy to have an orgasm
is a few strokes. No big accomplishment. With a woman,
it means something. (Or maybe I'm just so bad at it
that my women have been deprived.) So I felt pretty
smug when Traci came. Even more so when I saw the
adoring look in her eye immediately afterward.

For a minute I forgot her youth, my age, the bizarre
circumstances that brought the moment. A beautiful,
loving woman was with me, and that was all.

But then Traci giggled, a very girlish sound. "Gosh!"
she said, "you're still ..."

Yes, I was. But when she started moving her hips
beneath me and I tried to lift myself to respond, my
aching arms protested. My knees joined the chorus of
complaint. I was no old man, but I felt like one then.

With a sigh, I rolled off to the side, landing on the
rough canvas of the tent floor. But Traci rolled with
me, keeping my rigid cock trapped in her hot hole.

She was back in charge, and made the most of it.
Flexing her cunt muscles as she pumped slowly up and
down, the teenager managed to produce even more
incredible sensations in my dick than before. Each
entering stroke was like putting on a tight glove,
squeezing into the slippery lining bit by bit until you
could go no farther. Each departing stroke was like a
strip-tease, a slow and sensuous shedding.

We were both reduced to animalistic groans and moments
when our breath was trapped in our throats. Steadily
Tracy kept up the pace, in and out, never letting my
cock escape fully from the joyful confines of her cunt.
Tears rolled out of the corners of my eyes. Salty paths
of sweat trailed all over my body. The heady odors of
our lovemaking had turned the small tent into a sauna;
the air itself seemed thicker, like cotton batting.

Hot, humid, confined in the tent's close walls -- it
may sound uncomfortable, but then it felt absolutely
natural, like a womb. And in that embracing place,
Traci patiently, passionately pumped me. Her young cunt
made obscenely outrageous squashing noises as her
lubricating fluids poured out of her and smeared over
my crotch. In and out, my cock drove through her
welcoming folds.

At last, at last, the old familiar feeling surged
through my loins. My rod thickened, stiffened,
stretched even farther into Traci's pussy as I grabbed
her narrow waist and pulled her down to me.

"Oh!" was all she said, in a tiny voice, and then the
passion boiled out of me in a rocket of cum, filling
her twat and oozing out. At almost the same instant
Traci's body seized, released, seized again. My cock
pulsed three, four times, pumped itself dry. Still
Traci was wracked by convulsions that plucked at my
prick. Even as my dick softened and Traci fell onto my
sweaty chest, I could feel waves of orgasmic pleasure
flowing through her. "So good," she cooed in my ear,
her smooth cheek pressed to my stubble. "So good."

I closed my eyes as my dick slipped out of her.
Drowsily I felt her roll off me. A soft hand lifted my
head slightly, slid a pillow underneath. I was asleep
before I'd sunk back all the way.

Hours later I came back to reality. In the haze between
sleep and wakefulness I was confused, unsure whether
the erotic visions in my head were dream or memory.

As my eyes blinked open, I looked around me. I was
naked on the floor of the tent. I sniffed tentatively
and smelled the distinctive funk. This was no dream.

The sleep had restored me somewhat; I got to my feet
with a minimum of creaks and groans. I shuffled around
the tent for a minute or two, searching for my clothes.
I dug my shorts out from under the wreckage of the cot
and slipped them on, but I couldn't locate anything
else. I was sorting through the jumble of bedding when
a voice behind me interrupted.

"I thought I heard something moving," the musical voice
said. I turned and saw a head popping through the top
of the tent slit, a round, yellow face. As I stared, an
oval brown face appeared beneath it. Finally a burst of
blonde hair at the bottom of the lineup rotated into a
tanned face highlighted by cornflower-blue eyes.

"Aw," said the brown face in the middle, "he put his
shorts back on."

The face on the bottom smirked. "We'll take care of
that soon enough."

To be continued ...