Hank Faber - Auntie s Naughty Boys

"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.