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Scout's Honor
Chapter 2
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At some point, just as a joke I guess, someone said that I was so withdrawn, a woman would have to rape me to get me in bed.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."

There was no denying the womanliness of the gorgeous body that was riding my cock in a slow symphony.

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