Hank Faber - Auntie s Naughty Boys

"I thought you wanted me to go to that Scout thing with you?" Lisa said and broke away from Herb. She looked down at the tremendous bulge in his pants, that had leaked at its tip into a wet spot the size of a silver dollar.

Herb had forgotten completely about his promise to the troop. "Aw, heck, that can wait," he said.

Lisa reached for the steel-hard ridge of his cock and touched it with fluttering girl fingers. "Wow!" she said, "What a rod!"

Herb stumbled forwards toward her, but she ducked and eluded his embrace. Her auburn hair had fallen over one side of her face, and her blue eyes taunted him as she laughed at his condition. "You offered to take me to the Scout camp, Herb," she said, "and I want to go." She stuck her delicious, dark-red lower lip out at him in a mock pout.

"But look at this" Herb grabbed his prick. Let's take care of this first."

"It'll go down," Lisa said. She was all matter-of-fact now. "Come on, Herb, I want to see your Scouts."

Herb sighed. "Okay, Lisa," he said. He was thinking that it might even be better to take this hot-tailed little cockteaser behind the cook tent at the Scout encampment and fuck the ass off her there-with the whole troop watching from the bushes at that!

"We'll take care of that later," Lisa said and patted his bulging ridge of stiff gristle. She flicked her tongue out at him and ran down the stairs with Herb thundering after her.

"What are we doing behind this tent?" Lisa asked Herb when he had brought her to the clearing. "I thought you said there'd be campfires and storytelling?"

"Looks like we missed all that," Herb said in a low voice. "It's after lights out." The camp was quiet, except for scattered murmurs from the Scouts settling down for the night. Here and there, the remains of a campfire glowed among the tents scattered under the tall trees. A bright moon rising above the treetops lit-up the grassy patch behind the cook tent. Dark bushes surrounded this treeless area, and Herb knew that in the foliage, Scouts were breathlessly watching for his next move.

He reached for Lisa's left tit, but missed as she stepped back, pushing his cupped hand aside. "What are you trying to do, Herb?" she asked, a frown of annoyance between her arching eyebrows.

This time, Herb moved fast and grabbed a handful of tit. Lisa's palm exploded against his cheek at the same moment as a voice in the bushes exclaimed, "Wow!"

"What's going on here?" Lisa asked as there came rustling and stifled laughter from the bushes surrounding the small clearing.

"Nothing," Herb said and lunged for Lisa. He grabbed her by the hair with his right hand, unbuttoned the neck of her yellow dress, and pulled one naked tit out.

She swung her fists wildly at him, but he kept a tight grip on her hair, pulling her head back so that she could not bite him, while he mauled her large, firm knockers!, first one then the other, squeezing the springy girl-flesh, while his rod rose long and hard in his pants.

"Hey, Herb! How about letting us have a feel too?" a voice said from the bushes.

Lisa struggled desperately to free herself, her bare tits quivering as she twisted and turned. She kneed Herb, driving her thigh against his hard-on, and Herb tore her dress down to her waist. He glued his mouth to one of her nipples and began to

suck, feeling his knees grow weak. His grip on Lisa's hair slackened, and she tore loose from him and dashed for the bushes, right into a Boy Scout's arms.

It was the sixteen-year-old patrol leader who had dared Herb to bring a girl out here. He was stronger than Herb, and he pinioned the hard-breathing red-head's arms behind her back and held her so that the Scouts stepping out of the bushes could all see her naked tits.

"Jeepers!" a young Tenderfoot gasped, and his voice broke. The sight of a nubile girl, a pretty one at that, having her bare breasts forcefully exposed was beyond the wildest dreams of the boys clustering around her.

In the moonlight, Lisa's breasts were pale globes of female flesh, tipped with quarter-sized, dark nipples. Her breath came in short gasps from her exertions, and her chest heaved, making her bare boobs rise and fall.

For a moment, the Scouts just stood there, looking. Then one of them flicked on a flashlight and played the beam over the pinioned girl's naked tits. The patrol leader held her arms far back so that her knockers stuck out like ripe melons. More flashlights came on, and Lisa's tits were brightly illuminated. Her nipples stuck out, dark pink tips on the full flesh.

"All right, you guys," the patrol leader who was holding Lisa said. "Line up for a free

feel."

The boys hesitated, fascinated by the half-naked girl. Only the spots of the flashlights kept caressing her dark-nippled tits.

Finally, one Scout reached out and gingerly touched her soft but firm flesh. "Wow!" he exclaimed under his breath and ran his palm over first one then the other of Lisa's breasts.

The girl kicked out at him and her foot cracked against the fondler's left kneecap. The Scout cried out and bent to clutch his knee only to feel Lisa's shoe slam into his chest, and he toppled over onto the grass.

"Take her shoes off," the patrol leader who was still holding the girl commanded.

It took two Scouts to hold each of the girl's legs while a fifth slipped her high-heeled shoes off.

The injured Scout lay on the ground, his kneecap swollen to twice its normal size.

"Better get some ice for that," the patrol leader said, and a couple of boys trotted off into the cook tent.

Lisa was struggling in the patrol leader's grasp. "Let me go! Let go of me, you little bastard!" she hissed and kicked her bare heels back at the Scout's shins.

The patrol leader laughed, let go of the girl's arms, and instead clasped both of her breasts from behind. He kneaded the firm, springy flesh, pressing himself against Lisa's back, his hips rubbing against the girl's ass.

Lisa ducked, freed herself from the clutching hands, spun around, and hit the patrol leader right in the nose with her fist.

"Ohmygod! It's broken!" he cried as the girl sped away. "Catch her!" the patrol leader gasped.

"What the dickens is going on here?'' a masculine voice thundered. A bright lantern threw its powerful beam into the clearing, and Lisa stopped in her tracks, barefoot, disheveled, her dress open down to her waist so that her naked tits stuck out.

The speaker with the authoritative voice stepped into the clearing. He was a mature-looking Scout, with masculine, hairy legs, and the shadow on his cheeks and jaw showed that he already shaved. Although only seventeen, he was senior patrol leader, and the boys of Herb's troop respected him. "You guys are making so much noise the old goats sent me to find out what's up," he said. The old goats were the Scout leaders, and some of the boys' fathers that had come along on the camp-out.

Lisa noticed his eyes on her bare tits and covered them. The senior patrol leader raised his eyebrows. The girl brushed the wing of reddish-brown hair back from her face and returned his frank stare.

"We were just having some fun," the patrol leader who had held Lisa for the boys to feel up said. He was nursing his nose. On the ground, the boy with the swollen kneecap was holding a chunk of ice wrapped in a dish towel to his injury.

"It's all right," Lisa said to the senior patrol leader. "They were just trying to have some fun." She dropped her eyes and scratched at the ground with her bare toes. Then she threw the senior patrol leader a provocative look. "Only they don't seem to know how to go about it. I guess they're too young."

"Well as long as there's no harm done," the senior patrol leader said and went up to

Lisa. "You're not hurt?"

Lisa shook her head so that her hair swung out about her-head. "I'd like my shoes, though," she said.