The girls were delivered in full uniform, right on time.

Three eight-year old girls with their camping bags, ready to be treated to their reward for all the hard work they had done with their merit badges, arrived at the church grounds with their mothers following right behind. The girls were named Sarah, Jessica, and Karen. We eagle scouts had worked with them before on other projects and were legitimately impressed with their spirit. Normally, girl scout troops were a waste of time, but their troop actually taught and did plenty.

JC, Casey, and myself earned our Eagles about six months ago, but were still active. It didn't matter that there was no farther to climb. We joined because we liked it, not for the status. So we kept going. And after a recent project helping out the girl scout troops, we suggested that we try to team up again and show the girls what scouting really could be. No one doubted the purity of our goals and everyone saw what a great opportunity it would be for such active girls. So the boards for the Girl Scouts and Boy Scouts teamed up, talked it over, and decided that we were trustworthy enough to care for a few young girls for a night.

Purity, however, was never a part of the equation for us.

Of course, the mothers were all concerned, but them seeing us in our uniforms complete with badges began to put them at ease. Our scout master was there to finish off the job.

"I understand your concerns, miss. But these gentlemen are the perfect examples of the scouting Oath and Law. No boys or men are more suited to caring for your daughters than these. We have already had a long talk about what the boundaries would look like and the boys felt it prudent to build their own rules to even better protect the girls than we did."

While the master was explaining, I had already moved in to the leader of the little cadre. "You are Sarah, right? We've met. I'm Sam." I gave her my trademarked handsome guy smile. Being the son of a politician had its own lessons. Making people at ease with you was one of those.

Sarah nodded enthusiastically, shaking my hand. Her pride hung on her shoulders, with plenty of patches across her still new-looking official Brownie vest. She had more than the other two. It definitely reminded me of myself when I was her age. Sarah had shoulder length hair tied up in a pony tail. She even had highlights in it, like how the girls at his highschool did. Someone had caught mommy's ear. Someday, Sarah would be quite the knockout.

The other two stood on each side of her, like a mini-version of Charlie's Angels. Jessica was the brown-haired one, with long trusses touching down somewhere around her shoulder blades. She had to be at least half-hispanic. She was light-skinned, but that coffee tone was still there and her deep brown eyes told it all. And then there was Karen. A dusting of freckles hidden behind a pair of glasses, she was possibly a charity case to the other two. She was shy, not looking forward. Karen, unsurprisingly, had the least amount of badges. Still more than most Brownies, but possibly because her friends were dragging her through it. Still, the way she peeked up above the frames of her glasses at me occasionally had a cuteness that no maturity could produce.

All three of our charges wore the full uniform, as this was as much ceremony as anything else at this point. Nothing like this had ever been done before. Each one wore the full, official monty: Vest, button shirt, skort, knee-high socks, and shoes, all brown and muted blue. More precious things than Brownies were hard to come by. JC, behind me, was silently memorizing that picture. It was hard to be patient and all of them knew it.

"I just a little..."

I stood up and joined the scoutmaster and the moms. "If I may, Miss Gorman. JC, myself, and Casey are the most decorated scouts in our troop and have attended national conferences on scouting, including the World Scouting Association in Brisbon. From the highest officials in our respective organizations, we have been trained to work closely with both the boys and girls scouts in collaborative and educational efforts. We proposed this to offer your daughters, the most successful and active Brownies in their troop, an opportunity that no scout on any side has ever received: to be personally mentored and given a vision of what scouting can really do for them. I know that you are concerrned about the fact that

we are boys and the only ones responsible for your girls. It is hard to trust any man these days if you watch the news enough. But consider this: I've been single-handedly running the day care at this church. JC has been teaching swimming to kids at the YMCA unattended. And Casey has been a tutor for little kids for years, both in their homes and at school. We are all accredited caretakers of children as well as god-fearing men. I can guarantee you that your daughters are safer with us than any babysitter you could ever hire. And, unlike that babysitter, we can offer your daughters all the knowledge and education that comes with being an Eagle Scout." Our scoutmaster was brimming with pride just to listen. But then again,

I've known how to make him satisfied for years.

"I see," Ms. Gorman said, taken aback. "I suppose we have nothing to worry about, do we?"

"Not a thing, ma'am. Not a thing."

"Dude, you are going to be the president if you keep that up." JC high-fived me as we reached his graduation gift: an Explorer SUV.

"My Pop is a good teacher."

Casey led the three excited bundles of girl towards the car while carrying their duffle bags. "Alright girls, here we are. I'm going to load your bags in the back with all the gear. Hop in to the back seat and don't forget to do what now?"

"Buckle up!" they cheered in unison.

"Good!"

Casey slipped around the back and the girls mounted the giant vehicle. "So, is everything prepared?"

"Yeah," JC said, scratching his shaved head. "I headed up to the site yesterday. No one has been up there for quite a while. I cleared out some space for us, cleaned up a little. And I packed up the gear this morning."

"Beautiful. So... how do we want to play this?" Casey was a mastermind of sorts. Valevictorian at our high school, he was the detail man on the team. He was the sort of cool, collected nerd that was not intimidated by anyone. Others, by contrast, became intimidated by his intelligence. Harvard was trying to pay him to go.

I smiled. "Just play it cool. When we get there, we will each pick one. We will split up the tasks in teams of two, set everything, and get this party started. Build a fire, have dinner, and after that, we may start to get going. Now, remember what the rules are. We do everything as a team. Don't jump ahead too far. Be educational. Respect what their mother has asked for: no foul language and no nudity."

"So..." JC looked at me, somewhat confused.

Casey chimed in. "Since there was no clarification, we must assume no full nudity. That leaves quite a bit of leeway. After all, even the humble sock is considered clothes."

I nodded. "So we leave the socks. Agreed?"

"Agreed."

The drive would take a couple of hours to get to the agreed-upon site. JC, of course, took the wheel. His car, his driving. JC was always adamant about that. That left Casey navigating in the front and me to squeeze into the back with a gaggle of Brownies. With seating for three in the back and the further back taken up with gear, I had to take up one of the girls on my lap. I stuck myself in the center of it all, with little miss Sarah on my lap.

"Has anyone ever told any of you three girls that you are pretty like a Disney princess?"

"No!" Jessica declared, laughing.

Sarah nodded, her little nose in the air.

"I see. Ok, here it comes. The question every girl knows the answer to! Which Disney princess are you?"

"Jasmine," Sarah answered immediately. "I get a tiger!"

"Snow White," Jessical proclaimed.

"And what about you, Karen?"

Karen looked up from her silence. "I think Belle."

"Belle is a good choice. Smart one too."

"What about you?" Jessica demanded.

"Me? I'm a boy."

"So?"

"Alright, fine. I guess I would have to be Mulan. Because we both wear boy clothes."

The girls laughed, even Karen a bit. The girls felt more at ease as I chatted them up, letting me wrap an arm around Sarah's lap and Karen's shoulder. Jessica needed no encouragement of her own to snuggle up. It was beginning to take a reasonable amount of mental focus to control any physical responses to being surrounded by little girls with those skirt short things on.

Casey glanced back, pretending to look low for something to try and catch a glimpse of what lay past the edge of Sarah's skort, then winked at me. And JC checked his rear-view mirror a bit more than was necessary.

I kept the girls entertained through the duration of the drive with the occasional chiming in of Casey. But, after only an hour and a half, we hit dirt roads. And just a thirty minutes later, the SUV came to a stop on a little camp site tucked into a sheltered glade. Just a few minutes walk away was a creek with fish and a few minutes in the other direction offered up a lovely rock formation for climbing. Climbing, however, was not on the agenda this trip.

The team piled out of the SUV in a hurry to take a look at their new surroundings. Trees made a ring around most of the camp site. Some logs had been laid out as benches around a stone ring for containing a fire. Up above, you could see a few wispy clouds through the canopy. The sounds of birds came from everywhere. And the fresh air made such a difference from the city.

The first instincts of the girls kicked in to start running about, exploring, but Casey corralled them back. "Hold on, ladies! Before we go running off, we need to do some things first." JC and I came around the car to join him. "First things first, safety. You cannot go running off on your own. There is nobody around but us, so if something happens, we are the only ones who can help you. Ok?"

Nods all around.

"Casey is right," I said. "Second, we are going to use the buddy system out here, just like in school. Sarah, you will be my buddy. Jessica, you will be with JC. And Karen, that means you are with Casey. So stick with your buddy at all times."

The girls rearranged themselves to stand next to their new buddies without a word.

"Thirdly, there is a lot to do in camping, so it won't be all playing. So stretch out. Its been a long car ride. But after that, we got to get started setting up the tents, getting firewood, and preparing dinner. Understood, ladies?"

"Yes!" they replied.

"Good. Now go run for a couple minutes. And then come back so we can get started."

Jessica and Sarah skipped and ran into the glade, jumping into where the fire would soon be and walking the length of the logs. Karen walked, but still joined them on the log.

JC cleared his throat as he watched. "I can't believe we are doing this."

"Now isn't the time to get wrapped up in the 'morally straight' thing," I said, never taking my eyes off of our charges.

"I don't mean that, dude. I mean I can't believe we are going to get to do this."

"We certainly worked hard for it. We deserve a little something in return for all that we have done for the community. I see it as a win-win. The girls get some fun and so do we."

"I'm not really interested in hearing you try to rationalize this," Casey muttered. "Call it what it is and accept it or don't. But don't deceive yourself into thinking you have any kind of moral high ground to speak from."

I shrugged. "Fine." I always appreciated Casey for that. He was never afraid to be who he was and never had to justify it. "I love Brownies."

"They are delicious." JC replied.

"Can we dodge the obvious puns?" Casey groaned.

"No!"

And so the process of setting up camp began. The bright-eyed little trio was split up between the boys to begin their tasks. Jessica and JC took on the task of putting up the three tents. Jessica quickly asked how the sleeping arrangements would play out, but her older buddy told her that these were the only three tents they had, so we would all find a way to make do. Meanwhile, Casey and Karen were unloading the car and setting up areas for food and the like.

I brought Sarah with me for our part. "First things first, we need a bunch of rocks."

"Rocks? What for?"

"Well, we are going to have a camp fire to cook with tonight. But it is important to put rocks around it so the fire doesn't get on the grass or anything. If it did, we could accidently start a forest fire."

Sarah nodded. "I knew that."

I chuckled. "I'm sure you did. That's why we picked you three. The best of the best. Now, check over there for good rocks. And keep an eye out for firewood, too. We'll need to get some of that soon."

Sarah pranced off towards the brush, her pony tail dancing behind her. It took her little time to spot them. We threw them in the same place every time. "I found them!"

"Good work," I said, just a few paces behind her. As lady-like as I might expect, she balanced on her feel, legs bent at the knee to avoid letting her skirt rise too high on her. "Start bringing them over in the center of camp."

One by one, we carried the stones over. With each one, her face grew a bit more fatigued. The smile she had at the start was starting to bend under the weight of the work she did. By the time they were all moved, her hair had begun to frazzle and she let the last one drop with a sigh of relief. Every little facial expression of exertion made me imagine something else.

"Do you need to take a break?"

Sarah nodded, moving over to one of the logs to sit on.

"Wait!" Karen rushed over before Sarah could even take her seat. With a flourish, an old quilt was draped across the log. Casey had returned from the car with more of them.

"Best not to mess up your uniform on the log, Sarah," Casey said in a matter-of-fact tone. "These quilts should make everything quite a bit more comfortable. Don't you think, Sam?"

That last statement, he said while looking me straight in the eyes. "Good thinking. You are always prepared, aren't you?"

"Always."

I grabbed Sarah by the hips and lifted her up onto the old trunk. I let my hands linger on her for a moment before letting her go. "Better?"

"Yes. Thanks." Sarah looked slightly unnerved by my touch, but brushed it off.

Things were coming right along. Casey and Karen had finished laying everything out and teamed up to finish the tents while Sarah and I gathered all of the firewood. During the process, I made sure to lay my hands "accidently" on her a couple more times. Once to hold her back from slipping on a rock and the other sneaking between her and a tree. Totally innocent, but without doubt on purpose. She didn't seem to mind.

We all gathered together at about five o'clock. The sun was hanging low in the sky and it would not be long until they would need the heat, light, and utility of a fire. So we lined up our three Brownies and began the fire-lighting lesson.

"One of the most important skills a good scout can have is to know how to safely and effectively light a fire. If you are ever stranded in the wilderness, knowing how to do it can help you prepare meals, provide heat in the cold, light in the dark, and even serve as a signal if you are lost and are counting on someone to find you. Each one of us is going to show you how to set a camp fire without a lighter or a match."

As JC sat down with a flint and Casey a magnifying glass, I continued. "Now, you girls are scouts too, so you know that you should be prepared for anything, right?"

The girls nodded enthusiastically.

"Good. Then you know that the smartest thing to do to start a fire is to know you are going to and just bring matches, a lighter, or whatever else works best for you." From my pocket, I pulled out an old butane lighter and flicked the fire on. "We have that. And we can light the fire that way easy. But what if you don't have that?" I closed the top of the lighter, snuffing the flame out. "Well, there are other ways."

"One way to light a fire is with a magnifying glass," Casey said. "It only works in day time with the sun high in the sky." The girls moved over to look at the dry leaves and twigs Casey had put together next to the firewood. "If you look, the light goes through the glass and focuses on one spot. That spot will get hot and eventually start a fire. Its not good for today, but you can do it in the morning and afternoon."

"Another is to make sparks," JC said. With swift, strong motions, sparks shot off the side of the stone as he struck it. "Sparks make fire too and you can use rocks to make them if you are strong enough."

"Interesting, huh?" I said, leaning in between the girls.

Karen nodded politely as the others replied in the affirmative.

"Well, we've got dinner to make. So we better get this fire going. Would one of you like to light it?" I asked, holding out my lighter between them.

Sarah, Jessica, and Karen all stared at it like it was poisonous. A mixture of fear and uncertainty hung over them. Karen withdrew, leaving her two more charismatic friends to sort it out. As Jessica began to reach for it, Sarah snatched it from my hand. "I'll do it. Mom lets me light the candles at home, so I know how."

Jessica's face screwed up a little. "No she doesn't."

Sarah shrugged as she flipped open the lighter and put her thumb down on the button. But try as she might, she couldn't get the old thing to catch. I swooped in and slammed on the button to get enough spark to ignite the butane. Sarah's eyes grew wide. "Why don't all three of you light the fire together?"

The girls looked at each other, but quickly found themselves brought close by their buddies. JC and Casey laid the appropriate girls' hands on Sarah's, who held down the button to keep the fire going. "Now what?" Jessica asked.

"Just pick something easy to catch," JC replied.

"Try a piece near the bottom so the fire goes up," Casey said. "But don't use a log. Use something like leaves to begin."

The three of the pushed forwards though none of them directed each other, almost as if they were playing with a Ouija board. They all leaned forwards, finding some leafy branches to light up. Casey took the branch and pushed it into the center of the pile. But Casey was missing the image I had been waiting for. The girls had been so nervous that none of them thought to kneel or crouch. Three little asses wrapped up their skorts pointed at me. I nodded with approval to JC. He gave me back a thumbs-up.

As the girls came back up, Casey stopped them. "Now you gotta give the fire some air. You gotta blow a bit."

"Won't we blow it out?" Sarah asked, almost as if she thought he was dumb.

"No," I said. "Fire needs air to burn. That's why if you close the lighter, the fire goes out. But there isn't much air in there, so you gotta help it out. When you blow, you should see it get bigger."

Casey glanced back at me and mouthed the word "pun" at me.

I shrugged.

And so the trio bent back over and filled their round cheeks with air and heaved like they were clearing their birthday cake. And I went back to enjoying the view. Their rears bounced with every new breath. Without their faces to judge, I couldn't even pick which one I would have rather have.

In minutes, a small pillar of smoke was rising and the fire was catching. Casey called off the three blowing girls. They all beamed with pride as they recognized that they had started the campfire and kept it going. The Brownies didn't normally do this sort of thing. They sold cookies, did crafts, and helped out here and there. But this was something they did themselves.

I clapped for the girls. "Well done! You three got the fire going like real scouts. We just have to let it build and then we can start making dinner. You girls have proven yourselves to be good scouts. It is my pleasure to give each of you a special patch for you and your moms to sew on when you get back: the firestarter badge." I pulled three embroidered patches with a campfire on them and put one in each girl's hand.

They squealed and clapped, snatching each from my hand and showing each other. For the next minute, they chattered about where they would put it on their sashes. I sent them to stow the patches away while we set up the dinner gear.

"That was a nice touch," Casey stated as he assembled the frame to go over the flame. "Are those from the cubs or something?"

"No. I just had someone make them for me. Something for them to walk away with."

Casey shrugged. "You are being rather generous all things considered."

"I want them to have a good time. Don't you?"

Casey didn't reply.

"You two don't look happy," JC muttered as he brought the cooler over. "Something up?"

"Everything is fine, JC. Let's get dinner ready."

Together, the six of us prepared the dinner over the fire. Sitting on quilts and pillows laid across the three logs, each pair of buddies talked about camping, scouting, school, and friends. The boys pulled their girls close as they chatted, encouraging them to feel comfortable leaning against them and enjoy the attention they received. And they did relax, trusting in the kindness and reassuringly handsome smiles of their Eagle Scout caretakers.

Casey distributed plates and plastic utensils for the meal and we ate in our pairs. Sarah and I sat together, knees touching, as we ate.

"What do you think?" I asked.

"I like the fish. I don't like asparagus very much though."

"Well, at least some of it is good."

Sarah nodded. She speared a piece of fish and brought it up to her mouth, but the flakey filet fell free and landed in her lap. Sarah leaned forward, looking for where it went, but that only caused her plate to begin a tragic departure. Without even thinking, my hand stopped the plate immediately. It rested just past her knee, right in between her legs. Sarah closed them tight with surprise, trapping me.

"You were about to lose your plate," I said, though my focus was on the growing heat and softness of her bare skin. My ring finger stroked it ever so slightly, feeling the true smoothness that no girl at school had anymore.

Sarah's face was red, but she released my hand when she realised why I had done it. I took my time departing that space, letting my fingertips drag along her leg as she got a hold of her plate again. Before leaving, I found the bit of fish she lost caught on the top of her skirt. I stole across her lap and plucked it up. "Open up," I said quietly.

She looked at me with this strange mixture of guilt and uncertainty. I didn't wait though. I brought my fingers to her lips, just barely parted. She didn't push away. That was all the permission I needed. Pushing past her pink lips, I deposited the bit of flesh on her tongue. I could feel her breathing, her tongue slack in her mouth. The heat inside this little thing was undeniable. Reluctantly, I pulled my fingers from her mouth, taking an extra second to stroke her bottom lip before letting my hand fall away.

Across from me, the other two pairs were snuggling. Jessica had taken a perch on JC's leg. He had an arm on her back as she talked, which he stroked gently as she gabbed on. More than once, I saw his thumb catch the end of her shirt to reveal just a splash of the expresso-colored skin it hid. As for Casey, he had Karen sitting between his legs, hugged tight to him. She looked a little nervous, but that seemed to be her natural state of being.

As they finished eating dinner, marshmallows, chocolate, and graham were produced for dessert, all to the choir of three little girls cheering "S'mores!" The girls roasted the marshmallow while the boys received the hot morsels. After all, it just wouldn't do for one of the girls have burned fingers tonight.

I took great satisfaction in feeding Sarah her sweet treat. With one hand, I tipped her chin up and made sure nothing got drippy on her uniform. And with the other, I let her bite into the sandwich. We laughed it got on her cheek and she even blushed when I wiped it away with my pinky and painted her lips with it.

The stars came out as we finished our meal and each pair went back to talking. Jessica had cuddled in JC's chest and his arm had taken up her side, stroking it openly. Karen was practically cradled in Casey's arms like a baby, the first to start getting sleepy. And I straddled my log and drew Sarah in between my legs "to keep her warm."

The three of us looked up to each other and confirmed.

"Are you warm?" I whispered to Sarah.

She nodded, curled up in my arms.

I leaned forward, my lips almost touching her earlobe. She was the only one of the three with pierced ears. Hers had a little pink flower in each one. "Has anyone ever told you that you are a pretty girl?"

"Yeah," Sarah whispered back.

"I think you are. Prettier than any of the high school girls I've dated."

Sarah's breathing picked up a little. "...really?"

"Really." My hand slid up her arm and gently caressed her neck with my thumb.

Her back stiffened, but she tried her best to play it cool.

"Sarah?"

"Yeah?"

"I want you to know something."

"What?" She was shivering.

"I want you to know that I really like you."

She looked up to me, her eyes a little wet. "You do?"

"I do. And I want you to be my girl."

Sarah turned bright red. She never imagined a high school boy liking her. The boys at school were so dumb and thought girls were stupid. But this super popular boy liked her. She didn't know what to do with herself. "Like boyfriend girlfriend?"

"Yeah, like that. You are perfect, Sarah. I want to be with you."

Sarah nodded.

So I kissed her. I took her little face in my hand and I pressed our lips together. And I pushed them open. I tasted her mouth, a tender mixture of chocolate and fluff. Sarah didn't know what to do and could barely manage to kiss back at all. But she didn't fight back either. I broke the kiss only to move down to her delicate neck, nibbling and kissing my way around it.

I reached the edge of her shirt, feeling the edge of her chest rising and falling, pushing her sash out from her. "You are so pretty," I whispered as one of my hands took to stroking her stomach while the other popped the top button open on her shirt.

"What are you doing?" she whispered weakly.

"Look..."

I left the open top of her little shirt to point her chin across the fire. JC was licking Jessica's earlobe, making her giggle. And his hands were massaging her undeveloped breasts through the material of her uniform. She was having so much fun. Just to their side, Karen's thighs were spread surprisingly wide as Casey's hands explored them, dipping just past the hem of her skirt and then back, all the while kissing her on the mouth.

"This is what big girls do, Sarah." I gave her cheek a soft kiss. "When they have boyfriends, like you do." My hands returned to her body, breaking a second button on her shirt while my other went lower to the first bit of bare skin on her leg. "You like me, don't you?"

Sarah couldn't tear her eyes away from her two friends, each being toyed with, neither one of them resisting at all. Jessica looked like she was loving it. And I was so nice to her all of this time. So she nodded.

"That's it, sweety. My perfect little girlfriend..." A third button popped free on her shirt and my face snuck back down her to the newly exposed skin of her chest. Her skin was electric on my tongue as I pressed and tasted what would one day become her breasts. But for now, she was perfectly flat, like a little boy. I sucked up a tiny nipple, milked it with my tongue and lips. I could even feel her rapid little heart beat pounding against my lips.

Suddenly, I laid her down and jumped on top of her. Sarah watched me pull the rest of her shirt open, worry on her face. But my face went right back to kissing her exposed chest and stomach. My little plaything's eyes returned to the sight of Jessica and JC's hands under her shirt. And Karen, whose skirt was kicked up and her shirt half way off her completely. There was no mistaking a hand cupped between the girl's legs. Karen was whimpering, but she was also pushing her hips forward, not pulling away.

As I feasted on my own little meal, my hand crept up Sarah's leg, which still straddled the log. I found the edge of her skort, hidden under the skirt flap, and kept right on going. It took me no time to reach my real prize. My hand did not hesitate leaving her leg and surrounding Sarah's crotch. The heat radiating it from it was intoxicating.

Sarah's legs clenched shut, fearful. "We can't..."

I looked up at her and smiled. "Come on, Sarah. Look at Karen." I made eye contact with Casey and nodded my head while Sarah was looking onward. Casey had been rubbing through Karen's skirt, but he stopped just long enough to slide through the top waistband of her uniform. Karen gasped and groaned as Casey began again. "See that, Sarah? Even Karen loves it. You don't want to let Karen grow up faster than you, do you? She is such a good girlfriend."

Sarah's head fell limply down on the log and her thighs released. And the warm feelings began to come to her. Even through two layers of fabric, I could feel the pillowly plush of her pussy lips. I squeezed and rubbed them, ran my fingertips between them. And Sarah began to rock her body against me. I knew I had her now.

Again, I looked up to the boys and nodded to them. And they both grinned to me.

I pulled Sarah's arms free of her shirt, leaving it on the log. And then I took hold of her waistband. My eyes were glued to the reveal. The brown skort peeled down to reveal pink and white panties with a tiny bow on the front, laced on the edges. Nestled inside, the hint of a rounded crevasse waiting to be explored. Tinged red by the fire, the boys were unwrapping their girls as well. Just as planned.

"You are the most gorgeous girl in the world," I whispered to Sarah before I kissed her mouth again. This time, she kissed back. And touched my arm. And as I planted that kiss, my fingers returned to her thinly-veiled treasure. I began to tease her slit through the material, causing her to suck air from my mouth instead of gasp.

I travelled back over her body again, eventually reaching her panties once more. I replaced my fingers with my lips, kissing her cotton panties and stroking her thighs. But I couldn't keep this up. I hooked her panties with my fingers and pulled them free. There, waiting just inches from my face, was a luscious pair of lips, red with stimulation, parted slightly because of her legs. I had waited almost all of my life for this opportunity.

I engulfed her. My mouth consumed her entire crotch and my tongue thrust into her crack. Her outer lips posed no resistance, gently embracing the envading muscle. I mapped out her vagina, her pee hole, and the infantile nub still hiding away in its sheath. Sarah squirmed against my mouth, unable to understand why it felt so strange, so good.

Jessica was participating. JC had put her hand on something in his pants, like where theirs were, but farther up. And she was playing with it. Karen had fingers in her mouth and in her exposed pussy, just like Sarah had a tongue. Not knowing what to do, she placed her hands on her chest. Her nipples had gotten hard from the cold, but it felt right to touch them. So she did.

While Sarah was in excstasy, I opened up my pants with a free hand. My cock met the cool air and wanted so much to find some heat. But I couldn't stop lapping away, teasing her tiny clit, thrusting up against her hymen. Feeling Sarah worm around, arch her back, gasp at every movement was driving me insane.

I felt like I could eat her whole, just suck her into me. We fit. Sarah, feeling up her non-existant titties, and me soaking her baby vagina with my tongue. She was shaking in pleasure and I was shaking in excitement.

Both boys were looking at me expectantly as they fingered and sucked their girls. Three little girls wet with sex.

I stopped. "It is time, my little girlfriend."

"For what?"

"For us." I climbed back on top of her. And she felt my cock for the first time, resting wet against her stomach. "Come here." Wrapping her in my arms, I lifted her into my lap. My cock strained against her crotch, the head of it lewdly sticking between our stomachs. I took a quick squeeze of her ass before I lifted her up again and rotated her to face the fire.

There, she faced her two friends, their legs spread. Little tan Jessica, head of curls, and shy quiet Karen, two eight-year old girls in nothing but mary-janes and knee-high brown socks. Just like Sarah. Between each of their legs, a hard cock stood, rubbing up against their pussies. Each eagle scout held them in one arm around their waist, keeping them balanced, hovering in air. Karen's pussy was bright red. Jessica's glimmered in the campfire. Like them, she was perched, could feel the cock below her.

Behind her, I nodded to the boys.

She saw it happen to the others before she felt it. A hand pushing the tips of these hard cocks back, squeezing between her friends' pussies. The spongy head beneath her spread hers, just like my tongue and fingers had already. Just from that, my cock head jumped as I tried to find my target. I fiddled with her clit as I did it, spreading Sarah's lips wide to show the others.

Our little Brownie choir sang as each of our cock heads broke through. Cries and gasps and moans, a tiny, chaotic, girl song as old as time. I held tight to Sarah's chest as her untouched cunt spread and stretched accomodate me. That intoxicating heat wrapped tightly around my tip.

One by one, Sarah, Jessica, and Karen's cherries popped. Sarah was almost in tears from the pain. Karen squealed, the loudest noise she had made the entire trip. Jessica clung to JC and bit him to stop from screaming. But, in less than a minute, each of them calmed down.

So we got what we came for. We fucked our little girls.

Gently, but firmly, I began to hunch my cock into the impossibly tight little pussy. With every push, Sarah gasped anew. She couldn't even bear to look down at what was going inside her. Instead, she gazed onwards. Jessica had turned around to face JC. Her legs wrapped around his waist, she rode the waves of his fucking motion as he continued to kiss her. He held tight to her ass to control it better. And as for Karen, it looked like she was enjoying the fucking the most. Her glasses had fallen off, but the little girl didn't care. Casey had laid down and had her bouncing on his dick like a horse ride. And Casey was bucking into her back, trying to get as much of himself into her as possible. Even with Karen though, it was only two or three inches.

Sarah was brought back to herself by a glowing feeling. My hand had returned to her clit. The fucking on its own just hurt, but with the rubbing of her nub, it became more than tolerable. Teeth clenching became heavy breathing. Pushing up to avoid pressure became pushing down to get more.

"There you go," I grunted, driving myself deeper into her little cunt. I squeezed her clitoris between my fingers as I got three inches deep in her. That was about as there was, but it was good enough for me.

All three of us began to pick up the pace, fucking away into third-grade lovers. JC had finally taken control of Jessica, throwing her on her back and banging into her. The brown curls draped down the quilt, catching the shockwave of each new thrust her pussy received. Karen's pussy was getting rammed as Casey's hands held her hips in place. Karen was panting like a dog, groaning away.

The show was too much. Sarah was too much. I couldn't help myself. I pulled out to the tip and slammed myself back in, taking another impossible inch before orgasm crashed into me. Even adding cum made her quivering pussy tighter. I could feel it getting pushed straight out, bubbling and streaking across the base of my shaft.

Sarah collapsed into my chest, shaking as if in a seizure. I pulled her back, laying on the log with her atop me on her back, still impaled and still breathing heavy. I could almost feel it as I stroked her abdomen, my cock pushing against her insides.

We laid there a while as the sounds of the other two pairs died down. Karen was passed out on Casey's chest. He didn't pull out. Instead, he just mopped up a bit of the juice and was lightly fingering her ass for his own satisfaction. That boy was such an opportunist. Jessica was kissing her boyfriend, his wet cock snuggled securely between their stomachs.

And my girl, still with me inside her, turned her head to me.

"What did you think, Sarah?"

She didn't reply.

"Do you still want to be my girlfriend?"

Sarah seemed to be thinking it over as I absentmindedly toyed with her clit. It was hard to think like that.

"Will you buy me things?" she asked. "And take me on dates?"

I laughed, pumping my half-hard cock into her pussy a little, causing another shiver. "You remind me of someone."

"Huh?"

"You and I really are a good fit. Did you like this?"

"It hurt..."

"Is that all?"

"No. It was ok."

"Good. It gets better the more you do it anyway." I sighed as I felt my cock softening. With a little pop, I fell free of her. "As boyfriend-girlfriend, we play that way as a secret. It means we love each other. I will buy you things and treat you like a princess. And, in return, you and me do this. And, if it felt good anywhere, we will do that more. How does that sound?"

Sarah looked over at Jessica, laughing, smiling, being happy with her boyfriend. And Karen, sleeping on him so peaceful. Everyone else had boyfriends. And it wasn't so bad to play like that. And what about jewelry and stuff? "Good."

"Glad to hear it," I said, a smile growing on my face.

One by one, each of us carried our almost-naked Brownie to their respective tents. And we kept making love and fucking until we all fell asleep.

When the sun rose, three very sore little girls woke up with their new boyfriends. And their boyfriends gathered them by the dead campfire and hand-washed their bodies clean of all the evidence. We laid each girl out to dry in the sun as we packed. We took care of the ashes, moved the rocks, broke down the tents, packed up all of the gear. And then, as a last step, we dressed our brownies up in their uniforms and filled the car with little girls and made for home.

On the way, we taught them the rules of being boyfriend-girlfriend. We taught them about Scout's Honor and about keeping promises, like when they promised not to tell their friends and family about their secret high-school boyfriends. We taught them about what they did and what it means. And, once or twice on the road, we gave some further demonstrations in the back seat.

The girls were returned to their concerned parents as happy, smiling things enamoured with the Eagle Scouts and asking why the Brownies didn't do those things. One mother even suggested that they do this sort of thing more often with the little ones and the older ones. Maybe a longer one would be planned later during a school break. Everyone agreed that it would be a lovely idea.

When everyone had gone, we three stood together in the parking lot by JC's car. He had everything assembled and was prepping to leave.

"That was fucking awesome, boys," JC said, shaking my hand, then Casey's. "I thought I'd be in prison."

"It is all about the way you sell it," I said. "Always."

"Right on. I'm going to head out. You two need a ride?"

Casey and I thanked him for the offer and watched him drive off.

"So, now we are dating them? I don't recall that being a part of the plan."

"Come off it, Casey."

"You didn't believe that, did you? We lured three girls out camping and fucked them. That's it. Please tell me you don't think you can build a relationship with an eight-year old girl."

"Let me ask you a question: outside of fucking that girl, did you enjoy yourself?"

"Yes." Casey looked at me with narrowed eyes, fully prepared for any rhetoric I could manage.

"Well, Karen loved it. I saw that clear as day. So let her be your secret girlfriend. All relationships are just business deals in disguise. You want to fuck little girls and she wants to be around you now. Maybe that is not an equal exchange for little Karen in the long run, but that's the benefit of doing business with people who don't understand economics yet. So just take it as it is."

"Samuel Banks, you are probably more evil than I am." Casey adjusted his glasses. "Fine. But if these girls come at us later demanding we marry or, worse yet, decide to pin us for raping them later when they find out this is just a 'business deal', what then?"

"Every businessman has to take a risk to be successful. It is your choice how to proceed. I'm dealing with Sarah. And I'm going to continue to deal with Sarah. And if you want the truth, sans bullshit and rhetoric, here it is: maybe I do think I could build something with her over time. And that's why I did this. You bet your ass I was generous and kind. Maybe I don't want to just fuck her."

"Funny way of showing it, setting up a rape scene and pushing her into it."

"Moot point, Casey. Now we are here. I don't care how you see it and you shouldn't care how I see it. Because both of us have what we want. Take it or leave it, but we made this happen so we might as well take what we came for. Any sharp retorts to that?"

Casey looked over his best friend, trying to decide. Then he sighed. "You win."

"No, my friend," I said, tossing an arm around his shoulder. "We win."