The Scouts were all sitting on the ground, eating their breakfast of pancakes and maple-flavored syrup, chocolate milk, and orange-flavored breakfast drink. Eight-year-old Geraldine, who was facing me, sitting crossed-legged, grinned. She pulled the crotch of her shorts to one side, exposing her hairless pussy, and said, "I couldn't find my blue panties this morning. Did you see them?"

"Don't do that!" I whispered. "And no; I haven't seen your panties. Don't you have another pair?"

I was one of Geraldine's Scout leaders; our troop of six to eleven-year-old girls and boys was on the second day of a weekend campout.

"Yeah, I have other panties, but I wanted to wear the blue ones because you said that was your favorite color," she told me.

"It is, but put something else on anyway," I said. "We don't want anyone seeing you like that; they might catch on."

Nothing more was said about the panties and after breakfast I went to clean my tent. I found Geraldine's panties, but decided to keep them as a kind of souvenir of the adventure we had had the night before. Part of our early-morning routine is to air everything out; it's called a 'bazaar' and everything is lain out in the sun - everything except food, batteries and electronics, and underwear. Geraldine's panties were well-hidden at the bottom of my backpack.

It was a well-organized campout, and we a good variety of activities during the day. Geraldine made things a bit awkward because she followed me around like a faithful puppy all day; at one point she even made to follow me when I excused myself to go to the restroom. I gently reprimanded her and suggested our private fun and games could begin sometime after we concluded the evening sing-along and extinguished the campfire.

Geraldine did not bother me any more after that, although her libidinous remained clear (and quite candidly, it was mutual). After roasting marshmallows that evening, my co-leader, Joan Bloomberg (whom we called "Akela"), told some ghost stories to the kids-stories that frankly were a bit strong for some of our younger Scouts. No one took it amiss when Geraldine crawled upon my lap. Under cover of darkness, her gyrations soon told me that her primary purpose in sitting on my lap had nothing to do with the stories, and more than once I came close to needing to change my underwear.

At 10:30 we called it an evening and sent the children to their sleeping bags - one tent for the girls and two tents for the boys. Joan, Carolina (the 16-year-old senior Scout who accompanied us), and I discussed Sunday's activities and shot the bull for a while before putting out the fire and going to our own tents at about midnight.

Anxiously I waited in my tent for Geraldine, but I must have dozed off because I was caught by surprise sometime later. "Mr. Phil, are you awake?" a voice asked.

Groggily I answered, "Uh, yeah - is that you, Geraldine?"

"No, it's me."

I did not recognize the voice, but I knew it was not Geraldine's. "Oh... who is me?" I inquired.

""You know - Kari," the girl answered.

Kari was nine; she had long black tresses that she normally wore in a ponytail. "Oh, Kari; what's the matter?" I asked. "Why are you waking me up in the middle of the night?"

"Mr. Phil, can I sleep with you?" the nine-year-old asked. "Akela's stories were really scary, and I can't sleep."

Protocol would probably indicate that I should get up and sit with the girl outside my tent until she felt safe enough to join the other girls in her tent, although the swelling in my loins suggested otherwise. Then I recalled that her father was a lawsuit-happy ambulance chaser, and protocol won out. "Let me get my pants on," I said.

"Nooo!" cried a voice. "We don't want you to put your pants on; we want you to take them off - all the way off!"

I hadn't recognized her voice, but now I saw it was Geraldine. She and Kari were laughing. Geraldine explained, "I told Kari what we did last night, and she wants to do all the same sex things."

"Yeah, except for the part where the fat old man watched Geraldine take a shower, and he thought she was a boy 'cuz he only saw her butt," she giggled.

"Zip up the flap and come in," I said, "and keep your voices down.

"I'm so glad you came, Geraldine," I said. "I wanted to play our special games all day, but we couldn't do it with all those other people around. Do you girls want to take off your clothes now? Is that what you want to do, Kari?"

"Yeah, and I want you to get undressed too; Geraldine says your penis gets real big and hard, and I want to see what that looks like," she declared.

"That's right; in the meantime, let me help you girls get undressed," I offered.

I unbuttoned Geraldine's blouse and folded it neatly as she took off her undershirt. As I unbuttoned Kari's shirt, one of the buttons popped off. "Oops. Remind me to help you sew it back on in the morning," I said, grabbing the button and placing it inside the breast pocket.

I pulled my T-shirt over my head and the girls removed my boxer shorts; when Geraldine encouraged Kari to examine and play with my cock, l lay back to enjoy.

The girls were well-aware of tent etiquette and had taken off their shoes prior to entering, but now I told them to take off their socks and pants. Geraldine was wearing cream-colored panties; I asked, "Did you ever find your other panties?"

"No; I think maybe I left them in the boys' bathroom."

"Well, if you did, whoever found them is very lucky," I replied. "What do we have here, Kari? Butterflies? They're cute."

I enjoy looking at girls' panties, but nakedness is far better, so I pulled Geraldine's and then Kari's panties to their ankles. Geraldine took it right in stride and took her panties the rest of the way off; Kari covered her vagina with her hand and laughed softly, although she lifted her legs so I could remove them the rest of the way.

I'd never been in a situation with two naked females before, but I decided the most prudent thing would be to kiss one while caressing the other. The two girls lay side-by-side with their legs spread slightly so that when I crawled above them, one knee rested lightly against Geraldine's cunt while the other rested against Kari's. First I kissed Geraldine, starting on her forehead and cheeks before kissing her on the lips; she kissed me back awkwardly. Meanwhile, I ran one hand across Kari's chest, where to my delight I found out that her breasts had started developing.

I switched, kissing Kari while caressing Geraldine, and then I switched back. I did this several times, and each time both my hand and my lips moved further south. I gave Kari a couple of gentle nibbles, which caused her first to giggle but then to say, "Hey, don't do that."

I have always tried to respect the wishes of my lovers, and I understand the word "No," so I moved on to her cure little "innie" belly button.

It took no more than a few seconds for Geraldine's pussy to become damp; Kari's pussy was just as bald and smooth, but she seemed to require more stimulation. It took little time to bring Geraldine to a state of high excitement, and I was able to suck on her tiny, erect clitoris. I lovingly massaged Kari's love box and slightly parted her nether-lips, but her clitoris remained hidden in its sheath. Before long Geraldine's hips were bouncing and she was thrusting her vulva towards my face; her soft moaning and heavy breathing clear signs of orgasm.

"Wow!" said Kari. "What was that about?"

"It's the best feeling in the world!" panted Geraldine. "Mr. Phil said it's called 'cumming.' Right?"

"That's right; Geraldine just climaxed," I said.

"I want to climax too," Kari said. "Can you make me do it?"

"I'll try," I offered, "but I have to tell you that not all sexual encounters end in climax. In fact, most women never do - Geraldine is one of the lucky ones."

Geraldine's face beamed, and I could see disappointment on Kari's, but I had to prepare her for reality. I set about to eat the girl out some more, and even suggested that the two girls make out so as to increase Kari's excitement. The renewed effort did not get her off, and at last I stopped to ask Kari how she felt.

"Good," she replied. "You know, maybe I came, but I just didn't know it. I mean, it's my first time."

"Yeah, maybe," I conceded, knowing full well that was bogus. "The only thing I can suggest, and this applies to both of you young ladies, is that sometimes when you're alone you might want to touch your vaginas-a lot of girls do that, and they find it increases their sensitivity. But now it's my turn, don't you think?"

"What do you mean?" asked Kari.

"Like I told you before; we suck on his penis until the white sticky stuff shoots out," explained Geraldine. "It's cool, except it has an awful taste."

"Since there are two of you, and since you don't like the taste of my semen, I have another idea," I proposed, since a good handjob is better than a mediocre blowjob any day. "How about if you just stroke me with your hands?"

"Do you mean we just move it up and down?" asked Kari.

"Well, yeah, basically," I said. "Look, I've got some corn oil here with the cooking stuff. Let me put a few drops on your hands... and now you, Geraldine... that's it. You can stroke my cock, but also caress my balls and maybe give me a gentle kiss now and then."

With their oily hands, the girls caught on quickly how to please me, although Kari may have been a bit too enthusiastic. Without any instructions from me, Geraldine learned that it would drive me wild if she started her stroke at the base of my cock and gave it a little twist when she reached the head. Kari decided she wanted to suck it, but I had to remind her twice to be careful with her teeth. After that she gave up any idea of ministrations to my cock and instead decided to kiss every square centimeter of my torso. Perhaps as revenge she nibbled my nipples just a bit too hard, but I did not read any malice into the action.

Since the tent was low, I was kneeling with my butt on my heels; Geraldine was kneeling on her heels, while Kari was erect but also kneeling. When I was about to ejaculate I told both girls to kneel in front of me, and I came on their chests.

"Oooh, I didn't think it would be this warm!" exclaimed Kari.

"Rub it onto your boobs real good; it'll make them grow," declared Geraldine.

"Is that so, Mr. Phil?" Kari asked. "If it is, then my aunt must do this all the time. My uncle always says, 'She's a 46 triple E' and I'm not real sure exactly what that means, but she has the biggest tits."

"Umm... I guess so," I said. "I'll tell you what. When we get back to civilization, I'll help you girls get a badge in information technology, and we can look it up on the Internet."

They laughed at my use of the word "civilization;" perhaps it was because our Scout camp was in a forest preserve in the suburbs, surrounded by an urban jungle.

"I have to take a pee," I announced. "Who wants to come with me?"

"You aren't going to the bathroom like last night, are you?" asked Geraldine. "The fat man might be there again."

"No, I thought I'd use our special john behind the birch tree."

"Can we watch?" asked Geraldine enthusiastically. "Can I hold you while you go?"

"Sure; why not?" I replied. "But you'd better both get dressed - we can't have you walking around in your birthday suits outside. And Geraldine, don't forget your panties." I already had one souvenir and didn't need another.

The camp was quiet; not a soul was stirring, and the girls followed me to the birch tree. I whipped out my cock to urinate, and I let Kari hold it and direct the flow while Geraldine watched. As expected, the nine-year-old was fascinated at the ability to control not only the direction of flow, but also by the ability to squeeze and stop my urination altogether. When we had finished, Geraldine told her to shake off the last drops.

"That was fun!" Kari squealed. "Now us. You know what I want to do?"

"Not really, no," I said.

"I want you, Mr. Phil, to lie on the ground, and then me and Geraldine can squat over you and pee into your mouth, and you can drink it!"

"Thanks for the offer, but I think I'd rather just watch," I said.

"Come on, Mr. Phil, it'll be fun!" said Geraldine.

"No thanks, I'd rather not drink your pee," I said.

"That's not fair," stated Kari. "You got to undress us, even though we can do it ourselves, and Geraldine got to climax. But what about me? Now I want you to drink my pee, but you won't.

"You know, when I go home, my dad is going to ask, 'How was your camping trip?' I can tell him that Friday night and Saturday were great, but on Saturday night Akela told us some horrible ghost stories, and I was so scared I couldn't sleep. Then Geraldine and me went to Mr. Phil's tent to talk about it, and he made us take off all our clothes - even our underwear. He even ripped a button off my shirt!"

"Wait a minute, Kari, that isn't exactly..." I interrupted.

"And then he kissed us! At first it felt good, but then he touched us in a bad way, where our bathing suits go. And he hurt me a lot when he bit my nipple."

"That was just a light nibble and you know it," I corrected, "and besides..."

"...and besides, Mr. Phil licked our vaginas, and all of a sudden poor Geraldine was shaking and bucking and groaning - I was so scared, Daddy!" she concluded. "Maybe I'll tell my dad all that."

"No, Kari, please don't tell him all that," I asked. "Remember, you and Geraldine came to my tent, and I was going to put my pants on and go outside to talk to you, but you girls said you wanted to play sex games. It was your idea."

"Well, I suppose when my dad asks about the camp out, I could say that I had a really great time, and you taught us some real cool games and that you're the my favorite Scout leader and that I can't wait to go camping again," she suggested. "Yeah, I think that's what I'll tell him - if you take off your shirt, lie on the grass over there, and let me go to the bathroom. Do you have to go too, Geraldine?"

And that's how I learned to love the salty taste of urine.

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