It’s
been in the news lately that scouts and brownies in England are a waste of time. Well,
not in our town here in the southwest of England. Well, let me tell you a
little about it. It is a bit similar to the same group worldwide, but ours as
you probably guessed is a little – well, a lot different than other groups.
The
boys start at 4 years of age and the girls at 5, right up to the age of 16. It
is always run by males, age ranging from 17 to 50. It is so popular that we
need to turn people away; especially those who we feel will not fit in our
groups. These would be kids who would not want to put themselves out,
especially who would not fit into our activities, or those with parents who are
do-gooders and complain at the slightest things. All our kids have been
selected carefully, or their brothers and sisters have already been through the
ranks.
It
all started about 5 years ago. It was a run-down group, not much going for it,
dwindling members mainly because it had been run with two retired brown owls that
would not turn it into the 20th century and plan to do other things.
I took over the group with two buddies of mine and we ran it with the half
dozen or so brownies who still wanted to stay on.
I
can remember the first night. It all kicked off at 6:00p.m. Everyone was in the
church hall and I did not have the first clue of what brownies or scouts was
all about. The parents left and we had 90 minutes of teaching these kids all
the good things they needed to know in life.
I
locked the door and came back into the room with Terry, my mate, and I said, “OK
girls, gather ‘round in a circle,” and when they did I dropped my shorts and
took off my t-shirt. All I had on were my trainers. “OK girls, come closer, as
I want to show you something.” My dick soon became erect. “Girls,” I said, “come
and touch my cock.”
Funnily
enough, a few of them did. Some were unsure and some were just sluts. “Girls,
please open your mouths and bend over, as I need to place this in between your
lips. Now then, girls, this is only just a small sample of what you will be
doing in brownies each week. If anyone does not want to stay, I suggest they
leave now. If you all want to stay, take off your knickers and let’s look at
your cunts.”
1,
2, 3 came off, followed by 4, a hesitant 5, and the sixth girl did not take her
knickers off. “Susan, are you not taking your knickers off?”
She
lifted her skirt and said, “Sorry, Mr. Smith, I have not got any on to take
off.”
Superb.
Five little pair of knickers; 6 hairless twats. They all sat on the floor with
their legs open and skirts all hitched up and Terry and I set off to work.
Terry stripped off, showing his 6ft frame of muscle, his uncut prick of 8
inches, and big, hairless balls. Fuck he looked so fucking stunning I could
fuck him myself, and have done it several times and he me. He loves it really
rough, especially where little girls are concerned. I have told him to go easy until
we get these little sluts wanting it and begging for it. I wanted to get my
lips around those hairless twats, as I could only presume these were virgin
cunts. All, that is, but I was suspect of the one with no knickers on.
Terry
and I got stuck in licking their twats and fingering their slits open. Each one
was masturbated until orgasm and I wanted to fuck at least one of them before I
left, but I resisted so much. I asked them all to strip off completely and we
both, Terry and I, fed our pricks to all eager mouths. Soon our spunk erupted,
splashing a few faces and we got each girl to lick each other so they all got
some ropey man-spunk into their mouths.
I
called for 2 volunteers to suck our pricks clean of all the dripping spunk and
2 little lovelies crawled over on their hands and knees to get between our legs
and drain the dripping leftovers.
“OK
girls, get dressed. It’s nearly time for the end of our first lesson at the new
brownie group.” All brownies when dressed stood in a circle and we took a
brownie oath. I led the oath and made it up as I went along.
“I
AM A SPECIAL BROWNIE. I LIKE WHAT HAPPENS THERE. I WILL KEEP IT ALL A SECRET,
AND NOTHING WILL I SHARE.
I
told them all that we would meet here next week. Nothing was to be said to
other girls or mummies or daddies, as they would not understand. What has
happened here tonight is to be kept amongst ourselves.
Everyone
left, I went over to the still naked Terry and kissed him on the lips.
“Fuck
me Terry. Fuck me as hard as you like… as though you were wanting to split open
one of them little whores’ cunts.”
A
bit of spit on Terry’s cock and a gentle push up my arse and soon it reached
home. Terry called me a little brownie slut as he rammed my cunt open. He
pulled my hair back as he rammed for home, and used me as his little bitch.
“Fucking
take that, Bitch. Fucking take it, you fucking whore.”
I
knew he was close to cumming as he fucked me and rammed his shaft into my guts.
I was wanking vigorously as the vicar walked in. Terry did not stop as he was
on the verge, and I could not as the spunk was already erupting, splashing onto
the floor.
The
vicar said, “What the fuck?”
“Sorry
Roger,” I said to the vicar. “Just finished brownie class.”
“Like
that?” the vicar asked.
“Of
course. I said I would; the little whores loved it.”
“Great,”
Roger said. “I need to know all about it. Bend
over, Mark.”
As
the vicar bent me over and rammed his prick up my spunk-filled arse, Terry
cracked open 3 beers and I got fucked by Roger the vicar.
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