Hank Faber - Auntie s Naughty 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-"