Saturday morning I opened up Outlook and found an e-mail. This one had an attachment so I ran the virus program on it before I opened it. It was from the girls. Lindsey thanked me first, then Jamie, and Maria thanked me again. Then they said the attachment was a souvenir from my most devoted fans. I clicked on the attachment, a movie file, and it started playing. It was pretty low quality but clear enough. It had music with a throbbing beat. The girls appeared and started dancing. This time they did a real strip show for me. At the end, when they were all nude, they turned around, linked their arms and looking over their shoulders at the camera bent forward giving me a delightful view of three tight little butts. They shouted, “Thanks Big Boy,” and the movie ended. I laughed at that line. Lindsey must have put that in.
I was glad I could give them the send off they wanted. I was even gladder I had the movie. I could watch it any time and would be able to remember the night I spent with each girl, over and over.
I played the movie again, smiling as they danced and removed their tops to reveal their tits. I looked at Maria and thought about what she told me about the Cadettes. Could some of those girls really be having sex? And more importantly, would they really want to have sex with me? Naw, those girls have to be too young. But Maria was so sure.
The movie ended, with the same butts on view. I smiled and made sure the movie was saved to my hard drive. No way I wanted to lose it. I was still thinking about the Cadettes. The girls were eleven to fourteen. I couldn’t do an eleven-year-old; I’m not a pedophile. But if Maria was right, half of those girls are already sexually active. Some of those girls looked ready too. I couldn’t get my mind to not think about it. I finally went in and turned on ESPN to get my mind off the subject.
At the next troop meeting, I watched the girls in a new light. I was riveted. I still sat in the back seeming to be oblivious to the goings on, but I watched the girls, knowing that some of them had said they had a crush on me. Many of the girls were damned cute and some really sexy with quite nice bodies under their uniforms. I noticed several times girls looking at me and whispering to another girl. I had never really noticed before. I wondered about how oblivious I could have been.
One girl in particular seemed to be looking my way a lot. Ana was a cute little blonde and a Cadette. I was pretty sure she went to the high school, so she had to be a freshman. I watched her and saw that she did look my way many times. Ana was wearing her khaki vest and skirt which served to hide her shape. I could see she had small breasts and hadn’t filled out her womanly curves yet. But she was cute. I made a point of watching Ana the rest of the meeting. After the meeting, she headed for the door which brought her right past me. I winked as she went by and saw her eyes widen as she hurried past.
That night I sent an e-mail to the girls asking if they really thought some of the Cadettes were as active as they had said. I specifically mentioned Ana. Their answer took a couple days to arrive. The answer floored me. They confirmed everything. Then they told me Ana had the hots for me. Lindsey had called Ana to confirm. They said Ana would like me to pay attention to her. And no, you wouldn’t be a pervert, they said. We wish we had thought of it sooner with three big smiley faces.
I spent a lot of time thinking about Ana. Would I really invite her over and maybe have sex with her? Society certainly said no. But I also thought about what Maria had said. And I thought about my three girls, as I thought of them now. Society would say I shouldn’t have had sex with them either and those were three wonderful experiences, for me and for the girls. Thinking about how great the sex was made it an unequal battle. Society’s prejudices had no chance against the image in my mind of Ana naked and squirming as I ate her to a climax. If she was willing, I was as well.
At the next meeting, I spent a lot of time with Bethany and a couple of the parents discussing the logistics of the upcoming camping trip. This was my time to be busy. Near the end of the meeting we broke up and I wandered over to a chair. Ana came by and caught my eye. She stopped.
“Hi,” I said.
“Hi,” she returned. “Lindsey says hi.”
She was telling me unmistakably what she was interested in with that reference to Lindsey. I wondered how much Lindsey had told her. “Need help with your project?”
“Maybe,” she answered.
“Well, if you do, come on by my house on Saturday,” I told her. Ana just nodded. “Also, we should probably keep this quiet.” Ana nodded again. Someone called her name, so she quickly hurried back. A while later, the meeting broke up and, as Ana left, our eyes met. I couldn’t read the look on her face.
I got an e-mail from the girls on Friday morning saying good luck and hoping Ana had as much fun as they had. I guess Ana had called one of them.
Saturday morning I was a bundle of nerves. Society’s prejudices run deep and I knew I was violating a big one. Would Ana come? And if she did, would she really be coming for sex? How experienced would she be? My mind whirled.
The knock finally came. I opened the door and Ana entered wearing a large coat. I helped her out of it and hung it by the door. Under the coat she had on tight jeans and a tight belly shirt displaying a generous amount of flat tight belly. It was also apparent she wasn’t wearing a bra. The cold had caused her nipples to show as sharp points in the top.
She still hadn’t said a word. I led her into the front room and sat in my chair. She took a seat on the sofa. “You look nervous,” I said. It was the right thing to say and broke the silence.
The words poured out of Ana. “Oh yeah, I’m sorry. It’s just like, I never really thought you’d invite me here. I mean, I’m young and not like Jamie and Lindsey. I mean, they are like, well developed. And when Lindsey called and said you might like to see me, I thought there was no way. I couldn’t believe it when you really did invite me over…”
She took a breath, “Slow down, sweetheart. Take a breath,” I said with a smile.
“Oh, sorry,” she said clasping her hands. “It’s just that I don’t have any idea what to do.”
“Don’t worry about it. I just glad you came over,” I said.
She smiled. “So, did you really do it with Jamie and Lindsey?”
She must not know about Maria, I thought. “If I did I wouldn’t say. Would you want me talking about you?”
“No, I guess not.”
“So what did you talk about with Lindsey?” I asked.
“She kind of told me about the movie, you know, the strip show. Did they really do that?” I nodded. “And that she and Jamie had come over for dinner. And she kind of said that they had a really good time and that you were as much fun as we had talked about at campfire.” I raised my eyebrow. “Oh yeah, at the last campfire a bunch of us were talking about guys and someone said you’d be good, you know, at doing it. That’s what she meant. And so, I was wondering if you were?”
“Only one way to find out,” I said. “What do you want to do?”
“I want to, you know,” she said.
“You know?” I asked.
“Yeah, do it,” she said.
I decided not to tease her anymore. “Let’s go do it.” I headed for my room, Ana quickly caught up with me. “You nervous?”
“No,” she said blithely. I looked at her and she admitted, “Okay. A little bit.”
“It’s okay to be nervous. Don’t worry though, we’ll have lot’s of fun,” as I led her into my room. She stood and stared at the bed. I took her chin, turned her away from the foreboding bed, tilted her head up, and kissed her. It was a soft kiss, a let’s get acquainted kiss. We did. Soon, little Ana was into the kissing. She certainly had some practice at kissing. I ran my hands over her back, gently stroking her. She responded by pressing into me. Now was the time to tell if she was really ready for this. I tossed off my shirt while we kissed. I grabbed the hem of her top and started pulling up. After a pause, which I waited for, she lifted her arms. I pulled her top over her head and dropped it. We kissed again, but now she was pressing those hard little nipples into my chest. I trailed my lips down until they found the little hills that were her tits and sucked them up.
Ana moaned, “Hmm, that feels good. Lindsey said to ask you to kiss me down there.”
I looked up at her, she was looking at me. “You’d like that?”
“I guess. Lindsey said I’d cum like never before,” Ana said.
I knelt, smiling to myself. Lindsey seems to have been my unknown helper. I pushed Ana’s jeans off, then helped her lay back on the bed as I pushed my clothes off. As I stood up, my cock pointing at Ana, she was pushing her panties off. She paused to look at my throbbing cock. Ana smiled up at me, then pushed her panties completely off. I took that as a good sign.
I lay next to her on the bed and pulled her into my arms. We kissed as I stroked her tight little ass. I laid her back and kissed her little tits again, such perfectly formed little tits they were. They might not have been big but they were sufficiently sensitive. Ana went crazy. My hand sought the cleft between her legs and found her soaked. I had to taste her.
Bending down, I settled between her legs. As I spread her legs, her vulva spread open, red and inviting. The first taste of her was wonderful. She jerked as my tongue lanced into her, then moaned, “Yessss…”
I attacked her sex with lips and tongue. Her fortress had no chance against the assault and quickly succumbed. Ana bounced around on the bed as her climax crested. My face was awash in her juices. Then, she fell back and went limp.
“Oh, oh, oh,” was all she said. I lay between her legs, smiling at the obvious pleasure I had brought to little Ana. Her head lifted and she saw me still down there, now smiling. “Lindsey was right.”
I moved up to lie beside her. “Glad you enjoyed.” My cock settled on her thigh. She felt it and looked down. Her hand wrapped around it tentatively.
“Would you like me to?”
“To what?” I asked.
“To do that to you?” she asked.
“Sure,” Who am I to turn down a blowjob. Ana moved down and lay at an angle to me. Her hand was still wrapped around my cock. She looked at it for a while and I wondered if she was ever going to start. Then she kissed the tip and she giggled. It was such a girlish gesture I had to laugh as well. She bent forward to kiss it again, this time letting the tip slide into her mouth. It quickly became apparent that she knew nothing about blowjobs. In fact, she was so bad, I had started to lose my erection. I encouraged her, determined not to break her spirit. Quickly though, I told her to come back. We kissed as I moved between her legs, my cock rubbing along the length of her pussy. She was still wet and my cock moved easily over her. Her young sweet face was a mask of lust as my cock sawed back and forth over her clitoris. On the next back stroke, my cock slid down until it found her opening. I pushed just a bit and felt my cock start into her. I pushed harder and felt the resistance, pushed a little harder, saw her wince, and felt the stretching of her opening. One last push and the barrier tore as my cock lanced into her hot pussy.
Anna let out a little squeak of pain. I held still waiting while her pussy spasmed around my cock. I could see a few small tears leak from the corner of her eye. Soon, she relaxed again, my cock half buried inside.
“Is it in?” she asked.
“Half way,” I answered.
“Oh God,” she moaned.
“Don’t worry. The painful part is over. Now comes the pleasure,” I said. I pulled back and slid forward, this time without resistance, letting more and more of my hard cock enter her on each thrust. Soon, I was at the bottom, my cock mashing against her distended clitoris. That’s when it started feeling good for her as well. I took it slow and easy, making sure to rub my cock along her clitoris on each stroke. I felt her relax finally. As she got over the initial pain, the pleasure mounted. There was a new tension, but this tension was created by the rising passion of our fucking.
Now was the time to pick up the pace a little. Ana was matching every stroke, throwing her little ass up to meet me, mashing her clitoris against my body, being filled with hard cock. Her pussy was still tight on my cock and I had to hold back while her pleasure built. I concentrated on waiting for, her even though the pressure was building in my balls. I wanted to cum. It drove me on and I started really banging her. She responded and our bodies slapped together in a lewd symphony of lust. I felt her fingers on my ass, digging in, driving me harder into her when she screamed, her tight pussy spasming around my cock, milking it, trying to pull my seed into her body. It drove me over the top. My balls burst, erupting like a volcano to shoot my hot cum in spasm after spasm into Ana’s pulsing pussy. I filled her up as our cream began to froth and flow out of her pussy and down her ass, pooling beneath us.
I rolled to the side, pulling Ana with me so that I stayed buried in her. We lay together, me softly caressing her. Finally, her eyes opened dreamily. “Hi, sexy,” I said.
“Lindsey was right,” Ana said. “Thank you, Mr… I mean Mike.”
“How do you feel?” I asked.
I felt her contract her pussy muscles. “Hmm, I like feeling like this. But I am a little sore.” I took the hint and withdrew as she continued, “It hurt at first, but after that, that was wonderful. I’ve never cum so hard. And it was different too, more intense.”
“It is more intense when you do it with another person instead of alone,” I said.
“Can we do it again?” she asked.
“It would be my pleasure,” I told her.
She leaned in and kissed me. Ana looked at the clock and said she needed to get home. I helped her clean up in my bath before she dressed. I led her to the door, still naked. She laughed, kissed me while holding my cock, and left.
I saw Ana several times after that. She was an enthusiastic student of the erotic. I loaned her Joy of Sex and we tried several variations she was curious about. I shouldn’t have been surprised but apparently the word had leaked. I was surprised when Bethany called me one day. After the pleasantries she said. “Mike, I have some bad news.”
“What is it?” I asked.
“To tell you the truth it’s the girls. They’ve started getting a little out of control,” she said.
“Out of control? About what?” I asked.
“About you. Let me explain before you get worried. I know you’ve been a perfect gentleman with the girls. It’s just that several times one of the adults has overheard the girls talking about you. And frankly, it has been pretty sexual. Apparently, you have become quite the sex object. Mike, I know all girls go through this phase and it isn’t your fault,” Bethany paused as I laughed.
“I know,” she said. “It’s silly. Girls that age are so impressionable and they can do silly things. They get exposed to so much sex in the media. I think the troop should be someplace to get away from that.”
“Bethany,” I said. “I tried to quit and you wouldn’t let me.”
“Mike. I don’t want you to quit. I really don’t. But I think it would be best if you took a hiatus until this, um, fervor of you being a stud muffin dies down,” she said.
“Bran muffin is more like it,” I said.
“Jim Weaver has volunteered, under protest, to do the camp out this year,” Bethany said.
I could tell she was waiting for an outburst. “Poor bastard,” I said. “Bethany, I am not going to have a fit. I really am okay with this. I love the girls and I love the fun I had, but I am more than ready for a break.”
“Thank you, Mike. And it isn’t permanent. You are really one of the good guys putting the girls first,” Bethany went on a little while longer and I assured her no hard feelings. I did notice the irony of her gushing compliments.
Ana didn’t call for her usual lessons on Saturday. I wondered if it was connected with my being ousted from the troop. I found out the next week. The doorbell rang. When I answered, it was Ana. “Come in,” I said.
She was obviously very nervous about something, clasping her hands and not really meeting my eyes. “Okay, out with it,” I said.
She looked up, panicked, then back down. I waited. Finally, she took a breath and started, “Mike it’s like this. No, I mean, I need to tell you something…”
The pause got uncomfortably long so I decided to hurry it up, “You’re pregnant.” I knew she wasn’t, having had my tubes tied years earlier, but I knew it would get a rise, and it did.
“Oh no,” she said wide-eyed. “Just a boyfriend.”
“I see. I think that is great,” I told her.
“Really?”
“Ana, I knew we weren’t going steady. I was just a teacher to help you learn about sex. I knew you’d want to apply that instruction with a ‘real’ boyfriend,” I said. “So, are you going to?”
She nodded. “Yeah, he’s hella cute and a junior.”
“Be careful. You can get pregnant and unlike me, who’s been out of the dating game for a long time the guys you date from now one might be carrying a surprise.”
“I know. I’ll make him wear a condom. I put one in my purse now,” she said.
“Smart girl. Have fun and if there’s anything I can do, like if he does some things and you don’t understand guys, I’m here. Call me. I’m proud you chose me as your first lover and I want you to be happy.”
Ana jumped up and threw her arms around my neck. I hugged her and let her go. “Thank you so much, for everything. Really, he is a cute guy. I do feel a lot more confident now. I mean, it’s like I learned a lot about guys with you. Thank you.”
“My pleasure.” I walked her to the door and helped her on with her coat. “Ana, I do love you. Not the end of the world jump off the bridge kind, but you’ll always have a place on my heart.”
She put her arms around my neck and kissed me. “Me too. Thanks for everything.” And she was gone.
I retired to the TV room and turned on the Game of the Week. What I thought about was Ana. Little Ana had found herself a boyfriend and the other girls had gone off to college. And I had been dismissed from the troop. No way to get another girl to replace these four. I started to feel sorry for myself and sat there watching the boob tube, cursing my fate.
Then a funny thought occurred to me. ‘Hey, you idiot. You just lived every guy’s wet dream and you’re feeling sorry for your dumb ass!’ I started laughing, a gentle little suppressed laugh which got louder and louder as I thought about it. ‘Damn right! I had lived a wet dream.’ That broke the funk. ‘I am one lucky son of a bitch,’ I said to myself.
Smiling, I thought about Maria, she of the dark eyes, Jamie, my red-haired virgin goddess, Lindsey, a rollicking good tumble, and little Ana, my blonde Hebe, the goddess of fresh womanhood.
I went out to the kitchen and opened a bottle of Chateau Petrus I had been saving for a special occasion. I poured a little, swirling the purple nectar. I held up the glass and toasted, “To the lovely girls who make life worthwhile. May they always take pity on us old guys, and may we old guys always give them the pleasure they deserve.” Amen.
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