Lil Slut at Scout Camp Chapter 6

LIL'L SLUT AT SCOUT CAMP

LIL'L SLUT AT SCOUT CAMP Part Six

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From Six

I caressed the soft satiny skin of Mottie's backside and his spine, he mewled slightly, he shook mildly but remained quiet. His backside lost its tension, I could still feel the final tremors of his joys as he lay there, his boypussy gape slowly closing and opening as thought moaning its delight in response to the extraordinary fuckcum it had just experienced. I continued to stroke and caress his naked body as he purred and twitched, his tremblings gradually slowed.

A sudden swift unexpected movement; a grinning Mottie lay on the grass looking up appealingly at me. I read the want in his eyes.

Part Six

I pursed my lips, `that's the thing about Mottie,' I told myself, `no matter how much he drains your balls somehow he seems to be able to stimulate them to spunk up even more.' I could feel the sensation return to my own knob, the deadening after effects of a damned great fuck were swiftly replaced by the surging desire to fuck the cum out of Mottie's spunk battered boypussy.

I knelt down and Mottie was quick to suck me into his mouth, the cooling effects of his sucking mouth invigorated my knobhead and I grunted as the lust and hot desire rampaged through my teenage body. Mark lay there, he was spent as only a fucked out preadolescent boy could be but he was drinking in what he was seeing. Repeated visions of young Mottie fucking the older Mark floated across my inner eye, it was all designed to randy me up and I was more than adequate to the task. Mottie's squelching mouth sucked me stiff and ready to lance his boypussy boil that was driving him on.

I jerked my teenprick out of his mouth, to my rampant eyes it did look bigger and more powerful than before. Mottie lay back and held his backside in his hands, offering up the gash of his boypussy for me. I dropped down, it was experience of just plain fucking luck that as I dropped my teencock hit the target and lanced inside Mottie. I heard his appreciative grunt as he both took my weight and my plundering teenrod. Our lips clamped together as I pounded his boyhole, I was already battering his hidden swollen boybud, to my sexed up senses his bud felt bigger and more satiny soft scooping around my knobhead as I punched and rubbed past it. Mottie's hands came up across my arms as I thrust fucking hard inside him. The fuck was urgent and fierce with no quarter given. I was fucking so hard I was moving Mottie's body across the grass, my knees having to dig into the lush grass so that I could keep my teendick inside his boycunt as I pushed him across the meadow. Eventually it was Mottie who dug his heels in, spreading his thighs wide to accommodate me as I fucked him to whatever glory it was. My eyes were open as I kissed him and could see the sparkles in his eyes as he peaked and peaked until he hit the hot one that rattled his body and I felt his boypussy milking me mightily as he dry cummed fierce and strong. His mouth was sucking at my tongue, it was even painful, but at that moment all pain was good, just another hot fucking level on the way to cosmic bliss.

Mottie let go of my tongue as his mouth opened in a deep felt cry of pure delight, I felt his young body shake and quiver and his boypussy compressed around my teenmeat, it was so stimulating but I was nowhere near my own climax yet. Let's face it this was Mottie I was fucking and he and I had history and we were continually building on that connection between us, a fucking connection only, if that was it was. I did not love him but we both loved it when I abused him as he wanted to be abused. Whoever had ruined him in the past just left me enough room to continue that ruining but we both drowned in that messy sea of dissolution with an abandonment of natural barriers.

Mottie squealed as he pitched over the top and I fucked him on the way down and all the way back up. We had centred ourselves now, Mottie's head had found a pillow of grassy leaves and our fucking bodies stopped moving along the grass. Pitched up I staked him down as I continued to pound away inside his squirming boytunnel. I could see that Mark had crawled up along us to one side, I could see him watching, his eyes glittering as he watched us, his fingers flashing up and down his cocklet, his body quivering as he enjoyed our fucking display, `I hope he's learning from Mottie's sluttish example,' I smirked to myself.

Mottie trembled, I knew the signs, another hot wave was beginning to crest inside him, his boypussy muscles were milking me again. I gritted my teeth and took up a sort of press-up stance. My dick jutting inside Mottie's clamping tight boypussy. I tensed there letting Mottie do all the fucking work, Mark crawled a little closer to marvel as Mottie jerked and twitched on the grass, his boycunt sucking me in and his hips making him buck hard and fierce against my staunch teenmeat. I was panting hard, the way Mottie's fuckhole was milking me was extraordinary and I wondered if a woman's gash would be as thrilling. I had no qualms about the free sex available at Scouts, I had kissed a few girls and been excited by my attempts at getting into their knickers but so far had little success. Cookie told me not to worry, that it will all happen in good time but for now he would grin and smile, `Fucking open your legs and let me show you how to breed,' I always did it for Cookie and I wondered if I would still do it for him when I was older.

I asked Chris the leader about it, I knew he had been through several girlfriends and he said, "Yeah, well a girl is softer and it's just as good in its own way but girls can be difficult. The fact is a boy can't get pregnant and to be honest most guys can suck a cock better than a girl plus boypussy is much tighter than girlcunt," he grinned as he added, "and to be absolutely honest boys get hot to trot a lot quicker than girls, you know how hard your dick gets, seconds, micro seconds not minutes like a girl, they need to be loved up," he smiled, "and that's another beauty of boyfucking, quick easy sex and a lot of it without any baby consequences."

"You do a lot with the Cubs," I asked him and he grinned.

"Yeah, tight and so agreeable, not many girls will let you fuck them in the woods or suck you of at the bottom of a garden and at this age I'm horny all the time, plus young boys can multi cum, a great feeling on the end of your prick," he winked and then thrust in deep and then we were away on cloud nine. After he'd blasted his load inside me, I fucked him twice. I recalled one special moment with him, we were at the fair on the green this one time and I sucked him on the Ferris Wheel; that was a fun time. I only went on it with him because the cub he'd brought with him was too short to be allowed on the ride. I managed to get him to spurt right at the top of the ride, never think of the Ferris Wheel without recalling Chris lying back on the chair, his legs wide, his shorts on one leg only and his mouth wide open as he exploded in my mouth. The Wheel made one more spin and we looked out over the crowd giggling at what he had done. Chris did get to fuck his cub in the Ghost Train, I had to provide cover for him then. Happy times!

Mottie was grunting with the fervour of his desire, he was bucking higher and higher drawing more and more of my fuckstick inside him and I was rising and falling doing my press-up fucking. `SO Awesome!' I felt as the stars of orgasm started to flash and sparkle, it's always so hot and heavy when your young and hung and full of cum.

"Together," Mottie yelped and I nodded.

Mottie and I both knew how hard it was to cum together but it is so unbelievably good and let's face we fucking practiced a lot. I dropped down, pinning him against the grassy ground and matching his rhythm began to pound his tiny arse, he was squirming and jerking, his hand rubbing his cocklet between our bodies. If Mark had been on the mark he could have helped out by wanking or sucking Mottie but he was just sat there his mouth agape and his fingers flashing up and down his boytube. I could have asked him but the hotness was on me, I was close and knew Mottie was too. I pressed heavily against Mottie's body, grinding my weight into him as I jerked and punched my teendick inside him. His boybud bulged heavily, it must have really swollen up to provide the squirmy cushion for my knob to fuck against.

"Now! Now!" Mottie cried and I rabbit dicked him, the lights in my eyes were like the Northern Lights as the extraordinary tingling flaring heat of orgasm jolted up from my balls, seared my inner tubing before sandblasting though my teenhelmet, scouring my cockslit as my lava hot spunk volcanoed inside Mottie. He was bucking and shuddering, I could feel his entire body tremble underneath me, his fingers were gripped tight around his boycock, pressing and compressing rather than rubbing as he rocked through his own climax. The tightening and releasing of his boypussy muscles as he went into his drycum matched almost perfect the pulsing heat of my teendick as I spewed inside him. We bucked and shuddered in unison, even our grunts of appreciation were in fucking synch as we rode the cosmos of mutual orgasmic bliss and ecstasy.

"That was fucking hot," Mark grunted beside us, he had flapped himself to his own climax as we had fucked into ours.

"Took the words right out of my mouth," Mottie lay back, still jerking and witching but the look in his eyes spoke volumes.

"Not a bad one," I jokingly tried to be non-committal but Mottie squealed and bucked up wrapping his arms around me and using his naughty boyfunnel, squeezed my teendick and I automatically could do nothing but fuck into him, the sensation was one of those torturous pleasures that happens sometime when you fuck hard. I growled as the squeezing sent a flaring pain pleasure rock through my teenprick but it was fucking awesome. "Okay, okay, it was a real good one, awesome mutual cum," I smiled and then Mottie did the unexpected.

He leaned up, kissed me on the ear and whispered, "I love you."

I was rocked! to me Mottie was all about getting laid, love had nothing to do with scouts and scout fucking, it was a release of the heavy teenage hormones. Mottie clung to me as our joys subsided and ebbed away but part of my mind was churning away. `What the fuck's love got to do with it?' I asked myself. I was a teenager full of the hormonal changes from boy to man, my balls were always full and sex, well it was prominent in my thinking and the release of fucking boys at Scouts helped to deal with the inner turmoil plus let's face, IT WAS FUCKING AWESOME, at my young age to be able to let my juices flow without the responsibility of any possible side effects like an unwanted baby. Besides what did a boy as young as Mottie was know about love; his head was as fucked up as his boycunt, I decided.

I kissed the tip of his nose and said, "I love you too," it was that simple.

I made a move to slide out of tight fuckhole but Mottie clung to me, "Please, please," he whispered, "stay inside me," and the look of anguish in his eyes made me stay in place.

I looked over at Mark, he was slowly stroking his dicklet but I could tell from the occasional jerk and twitch that he too was coming down from his dry cum.

"You okay Mark?" I asked.

"Fucking awesome show," Mark grinned his smile almost reaching from ear to ear.

I looked down at Mottie, his eyes were closed but his face looked beautiful, whatever was going on inside that head was being expressed through the, I sought for the words, `radiance,' yes that was the word. I remembered it from one of my English lessons when we were being taught about poetry and the use of language. Yes that was it Mottie was radiant impaled on my teendick which I could feel had finally began to deflate. Yet I lay there caught up in Mottie's aura, another word from poetry lessons.

Nature took its course and my teenprick slid out of Mottie, it was time to move.

"Come on Motts' fucks over," I lifted myself of the li'l slut.

Reluctantly Mottie let go, his arms smoothing off my body. I stood up and retrieved my clothes, `Fuck it,' I looked at my bundle, `was it worth dressing to go back to camp,' I just carried my bundle in my hand. My stomach growled and I felt the need of supper.

"Come on guys, Cookie must have something ready for us, its supper time," I started to walk away just wearing my trainers, Mottie I knew would be naked, his sandals and his one vest would be somewhere in camp. Mark followed my example carrying his shorts as we trudged back to the campsite.

We were not the only early evening fuckers to sidle in either naked or partly clothed. Soon a merry gang was gathered around the campfire as mugs of cocoa were handed out plus, `Oh heaven' hot, hot dogs in warm buns. Mottie sat by my feet, his hand occasionally reaching up to fondle my teendick. Tokie was sitting beside Lofty, the warden, they sat skintouching close and now and then they kissed. I grinned, there was a story there,' I caught Tokie's eyes and he winked at me and then stroked Lofty's dick which was swollen but hung down between his legs. `looks likeTokie's fucked him out,' I thought to myself. Alan was sitting on one of the benches, Sam was not just sitting on his lap he was sitting on Alan's teendick. Most of the scouts and leaders were paired up and when Mottie knelt between my legs and began to suck me, no one was bothered. As the campfire flared sending out its heat the surrounding bodies were making heat of their own.

"Time everyone bedded down," Skip raised his mug, "now rinse out your mugs and get yourselves sorted for the night. Bobby was sitting beside him so I knew that Skip was sorted, his teenage son Bert was caressing Chris's teendick so I knew Bert would be well serviced. Mugs were rinsed and hung on the sticks, kisses were exchanged and hand in hand or on cocks the campfire broke up.

"You want any help Cookie?" I asked quite happy to help settle the camp down for the night.

"It's all done," he smiled, "Skip will do the rounds shortly so you get yourself off to bed," he winked.

I wondered if Cookie was going to alone for the night but I saw Mark putting stuff away in Cookie's store tent and smiled, `Mark will be in for a treat tonight.'

Mark trotted over to me, "Night Jojo," he reached up to kiss me, "Thanks to you and Mottie for the show," he giggled. Mottie just nodded but he was holding his hand tight around my teendick.

Mottie and I walked over to my tent, I could hear sighs and moans even before we got there. Inside the tent Lofty the warden lay on his back his long legs curled over Tokie's back as the thirteen-year-old fucked him. I admired Tokie's body, the slim hips and the little dark crack where I knew his tight teenpussy was probably gaping. I did consider fucking him as he fucked Lofty but Mottie's hand was slowly stroking my teenrod. Fourteen-year-old Ritchie was balls deep in Robin our sixteen-year-old Patrol Leader; Robin was stroking Ritchie's back with his left hand whilst his right hand was cupped around Ritchie's plump arse cheek and urging him to fuck deeper. I knew this was Ritchie's last camp as Patrol Leader, that honour would fall to me and I was looking forward to the extra opportunities the position wrought. Mottie pulled me to my sleeping bag and we lay down, there was a lot of kissing and cuddling and then Mottie crawled on top of me, my teendick was rock hard again, the joys of being a teenager with ever-ready balls. The moonlight was gleaming through the tent's fabric, in some cases I supposed it could be considered romantic lighting but the tent rang with squelching and sucking sounds plus the panted cries and moans and sighs as the nightly tent orgy was on its way. I rested my head on my pillow made from my unused clothing and sighed as Mottie ran his tongue up and down my teenprick, `the slut has the most moist and rasping tongue,' I purred as he slicked up the back of my shaft and over the top. As the warm tinglings began to rise up from my balls, Mottie smirked, his teeth gleaming in the moonlight and lifted my legs. I grabbed the backs of my knees, exposing my teenpussy, I knew what he wanted. Oh the wonderful jolt of bliss as he kissed my teenpussy and licked all around the gape, I moaned as he continued to slather and run his tongue over the so sensitive and so responsive nerve endings that lay just under the skin. I could see my precum drool from my throbbing cockslit, the shiny strands gleaming as the moon's rays caught them. `I hope I can hold on,' I told myself, `it would not be the first time Mottie made me cum just from rimming my arse.' Mottie slid his tongue inside and ran the tip around the soft inner lining, I grunted and panted as the whirling surges of tingling heat rocketed and bucked inside me. Mottie then blew gently at my teencunt, the cool air with just the right force behind it was so stimulating and I twisted and bucked my arse. Mottie followed this up by firming his tongue up and fucking it into my hole, the warm wet probe that flicked away inside me made me drool as my senses went into overdrive. I felt my teenpussy lips ease and relax to allow as deep a penetration as possible, Mottie was nose deep inside my teenpussy and I mewled a long drawn out groan of sheer pleasure.

Mottie's hand came up to delicately squeeze my teenrod, as his fingertips stroked around the ridge of my helmet, his tongue flicking at my hole I felt the red hot surge roar up from my balls and I had to squeeze my inner muscles. `No, not yet I don't want to cum, I want this to carry on,' Mottie clamped his hand around my cockhead and pressed tight, it's an old trick and my teencock responded, the inner white hot surge died away, I felt the disappointment but knew the assault on my body would continue, Mottie had bought me time, knocking back my lusty dick. I felt the delicate touch of his lips as he kissed my balls, they hung down either side of my shaft and he kissed all the way down the stem to my teenpussy. I felt his hand, he rubbed his knuckles at my hole, twisting his hand around and I was rocked with several waves of tingling twitches that kept below the orgasmic inducing surge. Mottie's knuckled hand pushed gently at my teenpussy, I held my breath as slowly, gently, his fisted hand gradually entered my teenhole. I breathed hard as I felt my pussylips being stretched, wide, wider, the skin elastic allowing the smooth entry of Mottie's young hand. I froze as the pain pleasure arched through me, it was within my limits and my teencock drooled a heavy dollop of precum as my inner ring was broached.

I saw Mottie looking at me, the question was in his stance, I nodded and he smiled and added more pressure, I felt his fist slide deeper inside me and then he withdrew his fist and pushed it slowly agonising back and forth. My head was wheeling as surge after surge of pain pleasure buffeted me, `I trust Mottie,' I told myself, it was not the first time he had fist fucked me, being so young his hand was just the right size. I would not allow any of the bigger guys to do that, I was not that much into pure pain as pleasure but what Mottie could do was more than acceptable. `He certainly knows how to please and pleasure me,' I told myself as the fist fucking quickened and deepened. Mottie then eased his hand back and out.

"You ready?" he asked softly. I heard him above the noises the others were making, Lofy was the most vociferous in his appreciation of Tokie's thirteen-year-old cock delivering his blisses. I nodded I knew what he was going to do.

I braced myself, holding my legs wide apart and offering up my teenpussy, Mottie's fingers slid back, I gulped as I was stretched, his fingers were folded over each other, entering in the point of his combined digit but when the part of his hand where his thumb was located spread my pussy lips, that's where the pain became sharp. I panted hard as he manoeuvred his hand inside, gritting my teeth as the widest part finally made it past my internal restrictions and then the amazing tingle welled up as he opened his hand carefully spreading his fingers wide. I felt so filled up but so alive as the exhilarating thrills surged and bubbled inside me. I saw Mottie had a look of concentration on is face as he edged his hand further inside and then, `Oh then, then, WOW OH WOW! Oh wonder of wonders,' Mottie's opened hand caught my teenbud which by now was heavily swollen with bloodlust, I yelped as his fingers fastened around my nub, the expansion of my inner membrane stretched out of shape as his hand closed, created a tickling tingle but the sensation as his fingers closed around the swollen gland and squeezed it very gently sent brilliant flares rocketing and careering across my eyes and inside my head. I bucked my arse, Mottie's hand slower pressing movement sent a further array of shooting stars exploding inside me and I grunted and gasped.

"Okay?" Mottie asked softly.

Dumbly I nodded, I was in a precarious position but felt safe to continue, Mottie was no teenager or adult so his hand whilst it felt massive inside me was I considered small enough to continue. I knew this was the third time that Mottie had fist fucked me, the other occasions had always been on a Sunday in the overgrown area at our Scout Hut, the place where we practised outdoor scouting skills but it was also a place where we did non scouting activities. Both those times had been awesome but all done during daylight hours, here it was dark, moon dark inside the tent but I trusted Mottie. His teacher/abuser had taught him this special skill, teenager hormone driven curious I had allowed him to see if I could take his fist, the sensational orgasm it delivered was gut wrenching and ball draining and for fuck's sake what teenager let alone an adult could not want a repeat. Mottie's eyes glittered in the moon's rays and I supposed mine did the same. The noises around us as the other occupants of the tent reached for or achieved their orgasmic goals had subsided. Whispering sounds of appreciation were more prevalent but I was in the throes of a climactic ascension.

Mottie slowly and carefully opened and closed his fingers, my teenbud squeezed and released sent electric shocks pitching hroughout my body, my teendick jerked and pulsed, my foreskin somehow seemed to be able of its own accord the slide back and forth over my glans, it was the effect of the pulsing vibrations that Mottie's inner assault on my sex gland that allowed this and I was reeling as the intensity of blissful ecstasy streamed up from by arsehole to every pore on my exterior skin. I was hot, fever hot as Mottie's fingers gently repeated the compressions. The extreme sensations swelled and flooded through me, through my teenprick, my balls, my head and I went into the radical orgasm. My eyes glassed over as I saw my teencock rise, my foreskin fell back as my knobhead expanded and my cockslit gaped as the strings of cum shot out, splaying across my chest, blotting on my taut nipples, one shooting star of cum bulleted high into the air and hit the slope of the tent behind my head. I was rocking and reeling, my head was beyond spinning and my teendick was continuing to pulse and pulse. I could feel the straining of my balls as they sought to push my spunk up from my spheres but my reservoir was finally empty. I had gone from spunking to dry cumming as the ultimate pleasure continued.

"Stop, stop," I wheezed and whilst I could feel nothing Mottie withdrew his hand.

I stretched my head back and with Mottie's help managed to unclasp my hands from the backs of my knees. I was still strumming from the aftershocks of intense spasms. Helpless I had to rely on Mottie's assistance to unbend my legs, it hurt to stretch them out, my teencock was still, still, still slowly pulsing, my cocklsit gaping as the last muscular contractions ended. I lay panting and gasping.

"Best ever," I managed to croak.

"You shot a huge load of spunk," Mottie said and then as I lay limp and wilted he crawled up and straddled me, his knees and hands either side of me and he began to lick and suck up the strings and pools of my cum. My teenhole was aching and I lay there waiting for the after pain to dissipate and the warm tingles of orgasm ebb out. For once I was too tired and exhausted to give Mottie any reciprocation but as I dozed in that quieting time before sleep, I felt Mottie drape the sleeping bag over us, dimly I heard the zipper being pulled up and I recall Mottie's head lying on my chest. The glare of the full moon inside the tent was no barrier to me falling deeply asleep.

I awoke when the sun had risen, dawn had passed and the morning sun had cleared away the morning mist from the lake. Mottie was clinging to me but I eased him off me; he snortled a little and then his thumb slipped into his mouth and he slept. I gently eased out of the sleeping bag, my bladder was tight and becoming urgent so I crawled over the lumpy bodies all hidden by the array of sleeping bags and slipped out of the tent, which I noted was open.

I approached the pissing tree, rubbing the vestiges of sleep from my eyes, my teencock was piss proud as I stood before the silvery trunk of the beech tree. I saw the wet splashes and knew someone else had got up and out before me, `That explains why the tent was not locked down for the night,' I said to myself as my golden stream of pee lanced through the air, the waterspout picking up the rays of the warming sun.

"Morning," I turned my head, my nature scouting training making me continue to piss against the tree instead of spraying all over the place.

Lofty the Warden stood there, his lank body had a pink sheen as the sun caught him. His dick hung down over his heavy ball sac, the two lumps swung gently as he stood there his feet apart.

"Morning Lofty," I grinned, "How was your night?"

He scratched his head and a smile began to brighten his face, "Fucking `mazing, that Mottie was something else but Tokie," I saw his hand slide down his body to grasp his dick. Lofty sighed and I felt that inner lust surge and devour me.

I flopped my teendick to get rid of the last drips of my pee, it was swelling and thickening, I took another long look at Lofty.

"Come with me," I said.

Lofty blinked, shook his head slightly as if he was not sure what I had said and then asked, "Where and why?"

I grabbed his cock, it jerked in my fingers, "The grass is still dewy," I grinned, "not so good for old bones, the ground around the campfire will be dry and possibly even warm," I explained as I drew him after me.

He staggered and then looked at me and down at my tugging hand as he stumbled after his dick, "Oh," his eyes grew wide as it dawned on him what I had said. "Oh fuck!" he whimpered.

"Fuck indeed," I smirked as I led him towards the warmth of the camp fireplace.

End of Part Six

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