Date: Tue, 31 May 2005 14:55:57 +0100 (BST)
From: Christine Lauder <countrygirlberks@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Scouting Angels 1 and 2

This story is pure fantasy, as we all know. Nothing like this could ever
happen in real life, could it.

Scouting Angels

Chapter 1

At last Peter and I had found our dream cottage. It was a super little
place set in 5 acres just outside the small village. It had been built
around 1850 and was a double story country house with three bedrooms, three
living rooms a long dining room, plus the usual utilities. It required some
renovation but the essential items would be restored quickly.

I loved the walled garden and the small grassed area just beyond separating
the house from the orchard.  We were supremely happy until Peter's company
in the city decided that he was urgently needed in their office in
Singapore.  I had accepted a part time position teaching at an exclusive
school for young ladies just a bicycle ride down the winding road to the
next village. That was pleasant on fine sunny days, but a real chore when
the clouds rolled by and rain spoilt the day.

The Easter break that year was the latest the calendar could calculate, so
I was pleased to hear on the radio that bright summer weather could be
expected.

It was shortly after breakfast, whilst idly weeding some of the rose garden
that I was surprised by the presence of five young scouts chatting on my
grassed area.  The biggest of the lads, a fine looking, indeed handsome
youth made himself known to me. He sort permission for his troupe to set up
their two tents on my grass as part of the training for their Baden Powell
medals, or something such.

I was smitten by his really startling good looks. His smooth square jawed
face had a mouth with full broad lips under a perky little nose. A flop of
fine little dark curls surrounded his face. I guessed he was about 14 or
even 15, standing around 5' 6". His legs, or what I could see between his
long scout shorts and the tops of his long socks, had a sturdy muscled
development. My eyes traveled to his crotch as it was now some three weeks
since my darling Peter had departed and my 23 year old cunt had been
starved of his rigid manly cock since then.  I think I blushed a little as
my mind hit bottom as I noted the front of his clean crisp shorts pushed
out. I wondered how large this young boys cock was, but I was quickly
jerked out of my sexually guttered daydream but the appearance of four more
young lads.

The troupe leader Cameron, who was indeed in his 14th year, then introduced
me to the others.  Hayden at 13 was still a very slim fine looking boy with
blonde wavy locks surrounding his extremely pretty tiny face. His eyes were
piercingly dark and his tiny lips and little button nose gave him a pixie
like appearance. He shook my hand and giggled a little like a little girl.
He seemed very immature alongside Cameron, and also Paul who was also 13.
Paul was short and starting to develop and get rid of his puppy fat. His
darker hair was parted in the middle and fell straight on each side. His
eyes were a greeny grey colour and his lips and mouth broad. His nose was
more prominent than any of the others. His handshake was firmer than the
others but still gentle and soft.  The other two, both 12 were Warwick and
Gary. They were cousins but could have been twins with the light auburn
hair and little baby boys faces. They were both only just 5" tall but I
noticed that they had nice rounded little bums.

I showed them the water pump where they could obtain fresh crystal clear
water, and also the wood stack. I gave permission for them to use all the
needed for what I perceived would be some evening fire side chats. They
soon assembled a small caste stove and I soon smelt the burning old wood
and noted a billycan boiling water for what I presumed would be some
warming tea.

The sight of these handsome boys certainly got my female juices flowing and
I left them so that I could go inside and finger fuck my moist cunt. I was
certainly no virgin having felt my first boy cock when I was 15. He was a
boy I met when my family went down to the sea-side near Felixstowe. He was
in fact a few months younger than I was, having not celebrated his 15th
birthday, but his cock was long and thick and opened my cunt lips with a
bang after some lengthy finger play. He was dripping long strings of clear
slippery pre-cum and that assisted him in penetrating me. I wasn't the
least bit concerned when after fucking me gently for some minutes he pushed
harder and faster and then shot his boy cum deep inside me. It never
occurred to me that I could get pregnant, and we fucked again the next day
and then each day there after for a week.

I was smitten with cock and when we returned to our country house I courted
one of the stable lads and soon his slightly smaller 15 year old cock was
opening my vaginal lips and spraying his young cum inside me. Later I gave
myself to one of a visiting stable lad who at 18 sported a long 7" pike
headed tube which made me feel so good. In fact, this cock was the first to
make me loose all sense of being when I experienced my first intercourse
orgasm.

His cum was very strong and shortly after I was aware that my period was
late. I still didn't panic as I was a little naive about sex matters.
Somehow I thought it would be lovely to have a baby, but I soon was told
what a horror this would be for my family by one of the kitchen maid
lassies who had been knocked up at 14. That was one reason why she was in
our family household. The other was that (and I found this out just after
my 21st birthday) that my father had been fucking her silly since she
arrived with us at 15.

I have often wondered if my mother or father knew about my fuck sessions,
but soon after my first period scare, I was packed off the spend the
balance of my school days at an exclusive girls only school. Not a cock in
sight, except during holidays.  I still craved to feel that fleshy tube
pushing inside me, but now I had this nicely shaped dowel of wood that I
would push inside myself as a substitute for the real cock.

Peter came into my life via his cock at my 21st birthday party. My mother
had invited him as she knew his parents, and I must say he was extremely
handsome and had a nice cock. He had been educated at an exclusive boys
establishment and was very gentle and courteous all the time. He was up at
Oxford then and had only recently graduated and joined his uncles
engineering firm. Now he was away from me in Singapore. It was our
intension to marry as soon as he returned the following autumn, now six
months away.  My old and faithful wooden cock now brought me to a body
bumping screaming climax and my juices flowed. My mind was vivid in its
picture of Cameron, naked.

I washed my soaking cunt, dressed and went back down into the garden,
hoping to see the five young scouts again.  It appeared they had finally
assembled their camp and had discovered the small stream that bubbled its
way towards the Thames just 300 yards away. As I looked through the wall
gate I got a perfect view of Cameron's bare white arse. They were changing
into their brief swimmers for some fun in the stream. As he pulled up his
dark blue bathers he turned slightly and I could see he had a nice sized
soft cock and a small patch of dark pubes. I also caught a brief glimpse of
Paul front on and he too sported a patch of pubes above a thin uncut cock.
They all raced off towards the stream and I could soon hear their shrill
young voices.  I walked in their direction and was treated to the sight of
5 near naked lads having a wonderful time. They saw me and waved. Then I
noticed that they started to wallow in the smelly mud near the nearside
river bank.

I hadn't been back in the house long before there was a knock at my rear
door and there was Cameron and his four scouts asking if they could use my
bath as they didn't realize how smelly the mud was and they needed to get
clean. I got them to wipe their feel and took them upstairs to the large
bathroom and its larger than average sized tub. I showed Cameron how to run
the warm water and left them to wash themselves with several large cakes of
soap.

I heard Cameron come into the writing room, next to my bedroom. He asked me
for some towels. I turned and he was standing there completely naked, his
large cock sticking horizontally out from his small hairy patch. I gasped,
more in pleasure than in shock, and got up to get some towels from the
linen cupboard.  I wanted to grab that boy cock and suck it down my throat
till it fired his sweet young cum down my throat, but I resisted.  As I
handed the towels to each of the naked young ones I was set upon by them
and dragged screaming and kicking into my bedroom. I struggled as an actor,
even trying to get my hands or lips onto their cocks, most of which were
now stiff.  Finally they had me spread eagled on my own bed, my hands tied
to the bed-head and my spread legs on each side of the end of the bed. I
was now partially naked and Cameron with a funny look in his eye grabbed
some scissors from my sewing table and proceeded to cut away my dress and
panties. I wasn't wearing a bra, as my firm pert tits didn't need one.

Looked in fear, but also with a high degree of excitement as my cunt was
revealed and the older boy even used the scissors to cut away a fair amount
of my pussy hairs. I looked at him as he climbed onto the bed. His cock was
far bigger than any 14 year old boy should have. It was at least 7" long
and far thicker than my Peter's. What really excited me was the huge glans
of the head and the large piss slit that was already oozing large bubbles
of slippery pre-cum.  He bent his head and licked my hard nipples and then
sucked on them as he lowered his body so that his coated cock head searched
for my slit. With his left hand he guided it into me. I thrashed and bucked
and started to scream, but a wet washer was soon jamming my vocal
opening. I decided I had to act out the horror of being raped and fucked
but in truth I was waiting with great excitement for the plunge of that
huge boy cock into me. I was almost in heaven.


Chapter 2

Cameron had only been home from school for a few hours when I thought it
would be great to take his school chum Paul and his cousins Hayden, Warwick
and Gary camping as their scouting medal test.

He had noticed the small house and its garden, grassed area and orchard on
his way home from the railway station. He felt it would be a great spot to
camp as he knew there was the stream nearby. His mother informed him that a
young couple had taken over the "cottage", as she called it. She also
advised that the young lady was there by herself as her husband was working
in Singapore.

He wondered what she was like.