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Scout's Honor 
Chapter 8 (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 the girls seduce him,
determined to fuck him out of his funk. After two days
of sex, he awakes on the last day to be told he won't
want to miss the big finish.

--- --- ---

Traci winked but said no more, leaving her comment
about the "big finish" hanging as she left the tent.

I might have chased her down and demanded details. I
might have, but I could barely roll out of the cot.
Even when I creaked to my feet, I was a bit unsteady
and stomped on some of the cold candles strewn around.
I came down so hard on one that I fell off balance,
crashing onto the cot. Which collapsed. Again.

This time, though, I grabbed at the walls to break my
fall. Note to self: tent walls not made for such
purposes.

The cot crumpled to the floor and I went with it, even
though I had a fistful of canvas. Just after my rump
smacked down, I heard an odd sound. Sort of a sproing.
Or perhaps more of a spoink.

I furrowed my brow, puzzled by the noise. Then the
answer came to me. Hit me right in the head, in fact.
Well, damn near smothered me.

The tent collapsed in a jumble of poles and canvas.
Heavy canvas. Canvas wet with dew.

This, I thought as I was buried, was not the best way
to start a day.

The collapse was over in a few seconds, leaving me
encased in heavy folds redolent of candle wax and mud.
I couldn't move much, but an inventory limb by limb
suggested only my ego was truly battered.

Fortunately, I didn't have to stew long. In just a few
seconds there was a tumult of voices and the weight
above me began to lighten. The gabble of noise resolved
itself into Traci's commanding voice. I reassured
everyone that I was OK. In short order I was free and
being helped to my feet. It was only when I was dusted
off and the girls could see that I really was unhurt
that Sami broke through the coos of concern.

"We usually strike the tents from the outside," she
said. "Do they do it differently in the Boy Scouts?"

That was the signal for everyone to break into laughter
and various sallies against my wilderness prowess.
Having no defense, I had to join in.

Eventually the giggles died down and everyone returned
to morning chores. I washed and shaved and helped
Carrie and Terry sort out the wreckage of the tent.
Lana called out then and we all tucked into a final
breakfast of ham and cheese omelets.

After breakfast, most of the girls drifted off into the
woods. I stayed behind to help Lana clean up, but my
scrubbing was not up to her standards and she shooed me
away. I wandered around the forest awhile, never
running across anyone else. In fact, I was a little
worried that I'd gotten lost until I stumbled across
the pond of vivid memory and managed to figure out my
way back to camp. Once I knew where I was going, I took
my time. It was a beautiful morning, the air was filled
with birdsong, and I felt like a new man.

Maybe I felt a little reluctant to hasten our
departure, too. In the forest we were our own world,
with our own rules. Back in the real world, the events
of the last few days would put me at risk. I trusted
the girls not to tell -- but, there in our world, it
wasn't even a concern.

On the way back to the campsite, I ran into a reminder
of the real world consequences -- Baby, walking the
other way. She blushed when she saw me and hurried
past, head down. Technically, I reminded myself, I
hadn't deflowered her. I tried not to think about how
that would sound if her parents ever found out.

I was trying to think of better things, like getting
back to my old hobbies, when the trees thinned out
suddenly and I found myself back in camp. And all other
thoughts and worries were blown away like dust in a
whirlwind.

For there, in the clearing before me, were 10 blankets
in a row. Green blankets, red blankets, blue. Quilts
and woolen ones. Each spread out, just touching the
ones on either side, a perfect formation.

On each blanket was a single pillow. Crisp white
rectangles. Fluttering slightly in the breeze.

And spread across each blanket, propped against each
starched pillow, in the bright, clear light of the late
morning sun, was a young woman. A naked young woman.

They had been on their sides, facing this way and that,
chatting, when I came into the clearing. Sri saw me,
whistled. The girls stopped talking, turned, saw me.
Rolled onto their backs. Lifted their legs, splayed
out, presenting me with the sight of 10 pink,
glistening cunts.

It was a vision as difficult to describe as it is to
believe. You know those illusions where you see either
a goblet or two faces in profile -- one or the other;
you can't see both at once? The scene in that clearing
was something like that.

At first what I took in was the enormity of it all. The
long row of bent legs, the Rockettes go hard-core. The
firm young bodies, breasts tall and proud. Broad
smiles. Hair waving. Pussies open, inviting, a
cornucopia of sex.

But then I saw individuals. Carrie and Terry, stretched
out, reaching from one end of their blankets to the
other. Sami next to them, shorter and rounder and
squirming with excitement. Sereka polished, glowing
from within, black fire. Sri a dusky, smoky beauty.
Tishana preening her brown skin, Lana smoothing the
blanket next to her olive flesh. The Sues both holding
their butts in the air, their legs open impossibly
wide. Traci, on the end, her doe eyes following me.

To stare at one young lovely or to take them all in at
once: It was a delicious dilemma. I stood before them,
both choices leaving me slack-jawed and frozen in
place. No sultan in a harem ever had a more tantalizing
visual feast.

It was Sami who broke ranks first, scrambling to her
feet and rushing to me. I stood woodenly, a sloppy grin
plastered on my face, as she stripped me down. No
surprise: My cock was stiff as a statue. Good heavens,
the sight of all that nubile flesh would give dead
popes hard-ons.

Sami ran her fingers over my dick until the others
grumbled. Rolling her eyes -- and licking her lips --
she led me by the cock to Carrie.

The tall young woman reached out and took my hands in
hers, pulling me to my knees between her outstretched
legs. Her long arms curled around me, bringing me into
position quickly. As she kissed me, her heels pressed
against my ass, driving my cock into her. Carrie sighed
into my mouth as I sank into her wet and willing cunt.

She fucked me fast and furious, her hips bouncing me
into the air. If not for the tight grip of her legs she
might have bucked me right off her. Instead, I was in
for a magnificent ride, sliding in-out-in-out while her
long limbs held me like a spider's web.

The pace was so frenetic that it knocked the wind right
out of me. I had to break off our kiss to twist my head
aside, gasping. Carrie didn't slacken, machine-gunning
her cunt on my cock. I was seeing stars when suddenly
she stopped.

Her arms and legs untangled, released me. Hands reached
in, rolled me off Carrie and onto my back on the next
blanket.

Terry pinned me to the ground. Her freckled face loomed
over me and planted a wet kiss on my lips. Then she sat
back, towering over me, her tits jiggling.

"My sister was too rough on you," Terry whispered. "I'm
gonna do you nice and easy."

True to her word, she took her time. Her pussy snuggled
up to my erect cock but didn't swallow it. Instead, she
slid her wet labia up and down my pole, teasing the
sensitive flesh but not letting it inside. From time to
time Terry would bend forward, brushing her tits across
my chest. When she did, my dick would poke against her
flat stomach, leaving behind a sticky trail.

I would lift my face up for a kiss, but Terry would
stay just out of reach.

Adding to the tease, Carrie knelt next to us and
caressed her twin's silky body. I had to watch from
below as Carrie cupped her sister's breasts, as she put
her lips to her sister's nipples, as they brought their
mouths together in a crushing kiss.

And still Terry kept me out of her cunt, greasing my
pole slowly. I tried to maneuver into her but she
twisted away, and I settled back to enjoy the action.

Carrie and Terry became more and more passionate. Their
arms wrapped around each other, pressing their bodies
together.

I thought they had forgotten all about me, but then
Terry grabbed my cock and pressed it to her cunt. I
slid in easily and her fluids oozed all over my crotch
as she sank onto my pole.

It was a slow, leisurely fuck. And as Terry gently rose
and fell with me inside her, Carrie licked her way down
her sister's body. At our joining, Carrie divided her
attention between kissing my shaft when it slid into
the open and nibbling at Terry's clit.

I began to revise my definition of paradise as the
twins did their duet on my dick. Carrie's talented
tongue and Carrie's comfortable cunt combined to send
me into orbit. In fact, I was just about to fire my
rockets when Terry slid me out of her holster and
crawled off into a tight pairing with Carrie.

It should have been Sami's turn next, but Sereka nudged
her aside, saying I'd shoot too soon if Sami had her
way.

Instead, the tall black woman cuddled up to me.

I would tell you what Sereka said, but I don't speak
French. She could have been reciting her grocery list,
for all I know. But if that's the case, those are some
damn sexy supermarkets they have there.

Sereka's husky whisper would have been enough to excite
me, but there was also her incredible body. We rolled
around on the blanket and it felt as if she could bend
in every direction, as if a snake was writhing around
me.

And her kisses -- amazing. She kept her eyes open the
whole time, staring into mine, holding mine open with
hers. Somehow that intensified the kiss, making it a
melding of souls as much as a meeting of mouths.

We embraced and kissed for an eternity, it seemed,
though it must only have been minutes. At last Sereka
whispered -- in English, that time -- that I was ready.

She rolled onto her stomach, got onto her hands and
knees. I understood and got into position behind her.
My dick brushed her hot cunt. Sereka reached between
her legs and drew me into her.

I started to stroke, but she said no. "Let me do all
the work," she said.

I watched my cock disappear into her tight cunt, the
labia stretching thin, then clinging to my shaft as
Sereka let it go. I stroked her sleek torso, massaged
her magnificent ass.

I felt a surge grow within me, but Sereka must have
sensed it as well, for she slowed her movements more
and more until she was just holding me half-in her
cunt. The feeling ebbed and she resumed her motion. I
bent over her, squeezing her tits, kissing her smooth
back.

Again I felt near the edge. This time Sereka pulled off
me completely, crooking a finger at Sami.

The eager Korean girl pulled me on top of her as she
spread her legs wide. "No fancy stuff," Sami said. "I
just want you to fuck me till you come!"

Who could resist an invitation like that? I drove my
cock into her pussy and just kept pumping.

"Ride 'em, cowboy," Sami said with a laugh. "Yee-ha!"

"You want it all?" I corkscrewed my cock into her.

"Yes! Yes! Just like that! Fuck me hard!"

I buried my tongue in her mouth as my dick plowed into
her cunt over and over. Sami let me take the lead,
responding to every thrust and cheering me on but not
trying to take control.

Sami's ample body molded to mine. I was encased in sex
and loving every second. In, out, in, out, my cock
pounded her.

"Yes," she screamed when she came up for air, "yes,
yes, that's so fantastic! Oh, fuck, that's good!"

With a reception like that, I was determined to give
her everything. I pushed, pushed, pushed, driving deed
into her cunt. Great sloppy noises blatted and flared
as I filled her up over and over.

Sami enthusiastically returned the motion and soon she
was huffing and puffing. "Oh oh oh ohohohoh I'm gonna
... Gonna ... Aieeeee!"

Her orgasm was loud and long. Somewhere amid the
shaking I let loose as well, spewing cum into her
honeypot as I drove in all the way, arching my back to
push in that extra smidgen.

The girls allowed me a few minutes to recover, but then
Sri dragged me to her spot.

She rolled me onto my stomach and gave me a massage
that made up in enthusiasm what it lacked in expertise.
My shoulders rippled and stretched under her kneading
fingers. After the workout of the last few days, it was
exactly what I needed.

She poked her elbows into knotted muscles, pushed her
palms into aching spots. By the time she let up, I was
as relaxed as a bowl of dough -- and ready to rise,
too.

Sri rolled me onto my back and hovered above me. I
expected her to go for my flaccid cock, but, with a
mischievous smile, she instead lifted up my right arm.

One by one, she took fingers and thumb into her pursed
lips for drawn out suckling. My head rocked back and
forth as she took her time with the sensual torture.
Finally, with a lick of my palm, she let my arm fall
back.

My cock was beginning to rise. I was sure she'd go to
it.

But, no. Sri lifted my left arm and repeated the trick.
One by one, fingers and thumb disappeared between her
lips like she was sucking in strands of spaghetti; one
by one they emerged slowly.

For sure, I figured, my dick was next. And she did kiss
her way down my arm to my chest, down my chest to my
waist.

But she kept going, down my leg. To my knee. My shin.
My ankle. And at last to my foot, where she proceeded
to give my toes the same treatment she'd administered
to my fingers.

I was trapped between laughter and tears in a delirious
middle ground, where my tendency to ticklishness was
balanced by my highly aroused state.

Highly aroused, indeed. My dick was rapidly ascending.
I expected Sri to finally, finally take it into her
mouth, but she winked and motioned for me to scoot
over.

Tishana took over. No hesitation, no feints to other
body parts. She went straight for my cock.

At first she rubbed it along her cheeks. After Sri's
games a bead or two of pre-cum were already glistening
at the tip of my prick, and Tishana lifted them off
with a fingernail and spooned them onto her tongue.

Having gotten my attention, she simply devoured me. Her
mouth gaped open to admit my shaft, closed tightly
around it and hoovered it in almost halfway.

If there was any last, lingering doubt that I had
recovered from my recent orgasm, it disappeared as I
watched my shaft disappear into Tishana's mouth. Her
head bobbed up and down, her tongue swishing over the
head of my cock. Her hands closed on the base of my
prick, holding it steady and using the lubrication of
my own fluids as she jacked me off.

At first her mouth was a blur of motion, but soon she
slackened. Her tongue traced spirals up and down my
cock as she eased it in and out. I felt the head of my
dick poke the back of her throat as she tried to take
me deeper.

Time itself slowed. My vision narrowed to Tishana's
lithe brown body, to her lovely face, to her obscenely
pursed mouth.

Tishana was looking up at me, and there was something
about seeing those big, big eyes open wide, staring at
me, that absolutely melted my insides.

I could have died right then and I would have been
satisfied. But, of course, there was more.

Tishana was still sucking happily when Lana tapped her
on the shoulder. And tapped. And tapped. And slapped
her on the butt. Finally the Sues came over and helped
pull Tishana away from me. She blew a kiss as she
reluctantly withdrew.

Lana led me to her spot in the line. I was in such a
state after Tishana's blowjob that I didn't want to
waste any time on preliminaries. As we stepped onto her
blanket I pulled her close for a kiss.

But she wedged an arm between us and pushed away. I
sighed in exasperation as she bent down and rummaged
through a floppy brown cloth bag. "Just a sec," she
said.

When Lana turned back to me, she was cradling something
in her hands. She raised them to her face. There was a
familiar sound -- pssssh! Her hands opened wide, a red
canister dropping onto the grass. She stepped toward me
with a beaming whipped cream smile.

I wrapped my arms around her. She tilted her head up
and we kissed. My tongue plunged into an ocean of
sweetness. Hers came swimming through the foam to meet
mine. White cream dribbled out as our mouths pressed
together.

After several minutes we melted to the ground, still
kissing. We rolled around a bit before I trapped her
underneath me. I slipped a finger into her and diddled
her cunt until it was quite juicy. But when I moved
into position, my cock dangling between her legs, again
she pushed me away.

Lana crawled over and retrieved the spray can. I
expected her to turn back to me and spritz her tits or
fill her quim to the brim.

Instead, I was shocked when she stayed on her hands and
knees, facing away from me, reached back and fired a
blast of whipped cream into and around the tight,
puckered opening in her ass.

My eyes bugged out and my mouth dropped open. I wasn't
the only one surprised.

"Holy shit," Sue Two said.

"Merde is right," Sereka noted.

"Come on," Lana urged. "Before it dries up."

"Or before she chickens out," Carrie said.

The rest of the girls had formed a circle around Lana
and me. I half expected them to start taking bets. I
wasn't sure which way I'd bet, myself. I'd done anal a
few -- very few -- times. But I had never, as far as I
knew, been anyone's first.

Lana must have read my mind, or at least read the
stunned, hesitant look on my face. "You won't be doing
anything to me that hasn't been done before," she said.
"Remember when I said that guy thought I looked like a
boy?" She wiggled her butt and sprayed another shot of
whipped cream into her crack. "Well, I think he might
have been speaking from experience."

Our audience hooted and urged me to go for it.

I edged over to her. "Are you sure?"

In reply, Lana raised her ass higher.

I got into position, holding my cock in one hand to
steady and stiffen it. I smeared some of the foam on
the tip and carefully placed it at Lana's anus.

With extreme caution, I pushed forward.

Nothing.

I tried again. And again.

Turns out the whipped cream in a can is not the best
lubricant in the world. Has a tendency to be a bit too
watery.

That, and my reluctance, frustrated my attempts. To the
dismay of the other girls, I gave up. Lana didn't seem
all that disappointed, though.

She certainly didn't complain when I abandoned her
asshole and instead put my dick into her cunt. But I
only took a few strokes before the Sues demanded their
turns. Lana pouted, but Terry and Carrie wiped the
frown off her face by joining to lap at her pussy.

The Sues yanked me away from that interesting tableau.
Under Sue's fussy direction, we arranged ourselves into
an a tangled triangle as we stretched out on our sides.

My cock plunged into Sue Two's hot Latin twat. Sue
straddled her friend's face, getting an enthusiastic
tongue-lashing, while wrapping her arms around me and
leaning in for a deep kiss.

Thus entwined, no one was in any position to issue any
orders, so our sex was much less talkative than the
first time. But no less energetic.

On my side, I had a tough time at first. Whenever I
pulled out of Sue Two's cunt I had a tendency to slip
all the way out and get tangled in the blanket while
trying to get back in. Eventually we worked out a
system, with Sue Two's legs holding me inside her, and
a rolling motion providing the action.

The slightly awkward set-up had the advantage of making
Sue Two's cunt feel tighter than ever. And she found a
way of shivering every time I moved deeper into her
that had me moaning into Sue's mouth.

Sue was moaning herself. I gathered that Sue Two was
being as inventive with her tongue as she was with her
cunt. I could even tell just when Sue Two's tongue
would drive into her friend's pussy, because that's
when Sue's fingernails would dig into my back.

Because neither of the Sues was very tall, I could
reach all their good parts even in our twisted
triangle. I took advantage of that to touch their tits,
rub their smooth stomachs, even add a finger or two to
the entertainment of their twats. It was definitely
sensory overload.

The only disadvantage was that the arm underneath me --
my right -- began to get sore. The Sues were having
similar problems, but it was difficult to shift very
much in that coupling.

Sue took the lead, breaking off our kiss to suggest a
realignment. As we reshuffled, Traci stepped up to
claim her turn. The Sues insisted they deserved double
time since they were sharing me.

Our little trio reassembled, with each of us having
flipped over and the Sues switching places.

That time I entered Sue's cunt, made wet and supple by
her friend's talented tongue. It was as comfortable as
snuggling into a warm quilt, as smooth as dipping a
spoon into a heaping bowl of vanilla pudding.

Sue took a minute or two to adjust to the position, but
when she got the hang of it we fucked like mad. She had
a way of grinding her body against mine when I was in
her all the way that made it seem she could twist my
cock right off. That sounds painful, but it was
incredibly pleasurable.

Meanwhile, Sue Two, her face messy with Sue's juices,
was kissing me sloppily when she wasn't giggling with
delight. And, again, I let my free hand roam over both
sexy bodies.

Though I was still going strong, I soon sensed that
both girls were getting ready to come. Their movements
became more frantic, even frenzied. I had to struggle
to keep up.

Their orgasms arrived within seconds of each other,
rocking them from stem to stern. As the tremors
subsided the Sues oozed away from me in a blissful
haze.

"Finally!" Traci's tits jiggled as she stood over me.
"I've been waiting forever, but now you're mine."

She knelt beside me, her warm thigh brushing mine. Her
head cocked to one side, she looked me over. I was a
mess. Face covered in various shades of lipstick. Hair
sticking up like a wheat field after a windstorm.
Crotch sticky with the fluids of so many girls. And my
cock still bobbing merrily erect.

Traci leaned over me, a small smile as if she were
enjoying a private joke. She ran her fingers across my
sweaty chest like little skaters, tracing figure eights
and doing spins.

She leaned closer. Her erect nipples brushed my skin,
leaving a trail of unseen sparks in their wake. At last
her lips touched mine, opened, took me in. Warmth
flooded me. My hands held her gently, a porcelain doll.

Traci climbed on top of me, only it seemed more like
she floated. Put my cock to her slit as carefully as we
used to lay the needle on the album, back in the day
when we had needles and albums. Eased down like a
dandelion puff coming to earth.

And it was good. I mean, like the Mona Lisa is a good
painting. Like Ali was a good boxer. Like Einstein had
a couple good ideas. That kind of good.

I told her so, of course. Might have invoked a deity or
two in doing so, too. Traci just purred.

Things get a little hazy after that. The rest of the
girls began to drift over to us and join in. Soon it
was one huge tangle of arms and legs and more
interesting parts. Hands and mouths -- and at least one
big toe -- found gainful employment in various
orifices.

There was only one cock, of course, and Traci fended
off attempts to usurp her position atop it. But she
couldn't stop the lips that found mine, the tits that
presented themselves to me. I was drowning in sex. But,
like they say, what a way to go.

I've seen some orgy scenes in videos and they seem more
organized than the Michigan marching band. This was
chaos with cunts. When the orgasms started hitting, it
was like being caught in the middle of a WWF cage match
as one by one, girls lost control and bucked, kicked,
lurched and flailed.

When things got really crazy, Traci and I crawled away
by ourselves. She stretched out on her back. I assumed
the position and we settled in for some plain, simple
sex. By then we could anticipate each other's moves, no
need to speak. We quietly, passionately pressed our
bodies together, letting nature take its course.

It ended with the most intense orgasm I had ever had.
I'm talking bright white sparkles dancing before my
eyes, a rumbling heat building deep within me and
exploding again and again.

Yeah. It was good.

I was utterly sated. My brain was awash in joy,
crackling with ecstasy. Though my muscles should have
been complaining vociferously, I felt no pain as I
cleaned up, dressed up and helped the girls load the
bus. We had the whole site cleaned up and everything
stowed away before the sun had reached its zenith.

The bus engine roared to life after only three cranks,
and we headed out, no doubt trailing clouds of
pheromones. First stop, a drive-through, and then home.
I mentally inscribed the day in my records as the best
of my life -- or at least the most exciting.

We had just pulled out of the parking lot when the
excrement began to hit the cooling device.

Over the gabble of cheerful chatter came a screech that
resembled Sami's voice. "You lying little bitch!"

The other talk stopped. Claire's reply echoed. "You
stupid jealous slut!"

To be continued ...