1. Junior Wild Scouts are ready and prepared.

2. Junior Wild Scouts give it their all.

3. Junior Wild Scouts are pillars of the community.

4. Junior Wild Scouts always help a friend in need.

5. Junior Wild Scouts are always polite, respectful, and courteous.

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“Hey, Mister. Do you want to buy some cookies?”

Three young girls were gathered in front of my front door, huddling around a clipboard. The center girl had short black hair, glasses, and was missing one of her front teeth.

Hard to say no to the Scouts, but money was tight. I had just moved in. “Um, well. I’m not…”

“Hey, what happened to Mr. Johansen?” The redhead asked.

With a thick accent I had trouble placing, the Black girl answered for me. “He’s dead. Mama used to be his nurse.”

I tried to make my exit politely, “Girls, I’m sorry but…”

Glasses groaned loudly, cutting me off before I could decline. “What? He always buys so many!” She looked at me with a hopeful glance. “What’s your name, Mister?”

“Um, I’m Augie. Augie Burns.” I reached for my wallet. Maybe I could buy one or two boxes and send them on their way.

“Mr. Burns, I’m so sorry!” An unseen velvety voice perked my attention. I leaned out the door and looked down the steps. The young trio was being escorted. There was no doubt in my mind, she was Glasses’ mother. Same dark hair and spectacles. Same green eyes. “I had no idea about Mr. Johansen. I try and meet all our new neighbors, I’m in charge of the welcoming committee, after all.” She gestured to the girls, “But we’ve been so busy with cookie season, and the PTA fundraiser, I’ve been distracted from my duties.”

Those breasts. It wasn’t that they were just big. I mean, they were. But they were such a pleasant shape and high on her chest. I’ll admit it now, I’ve never touched a large pair. She was wearing a tight sweater, and the knit strained around her bosom.

I realized I was staring. “Oh, sorry. It’s my fault. I should have gone around to introduce myself.”

“Well, no time like the present.” She held out her hand. I was taken with her instantly. Her hair ran down her back and seemed to shine when it caught the afternoon sun. There was a slight smattering of freckles across her nose. She had two deep dimples when she smiled. What really seemed to hook me in was the adorable, tiny gap between her teeth.

I shook her hand; her skin was so soft, and her nails were painted in the same color as the girls’ dark green uniforms. “Um, like I said. Augie Burns. Pleased to meet you. Mrs…?”

“Mrs. Stevens. We live down the street, blue house with the white trim.” She reached up to her face and brushed a stray lock behind her ear. “But please, call me Penny.” The arousal had hit like a gut punch. It had been a while since I felt that way.

I had been through a messy divorce with Felicity. During the last few years, she had stripped all joy from sex. Even though it had been nearly two years, I still remember the last time Felicity and I had screwed. She snapped at me for touching her breast. Then for going too hard, then for taking too long… To her, sex was about making a child and the pleasure was ‘un-Godly temptation’.

Penny’s wedding ring was hard to miss; it was massive. I think I did a good job of hiding my disappointment as I tried to stay friendly. Didn’t want to be known as the neighborhood creep. “Then I insist you call me Augie, Penny.” I flashed her a smile. We both held each other’s gaze for an awkwardly long time without a word.

“So is he buying cookies? We have more houses.” The girl with an accent cruelly hurried along the group.

“Don’t be rude, girls!” Penny scolded. “Taking time for personal service and chatting is not only polite, but it leads to better sales! But most importantly, what’s rule five? The Junior Wild Scouts always…” she turned to the girls, who rolled their eyes before finishing her sentence.

“Junior Wild Scouts are always polite, respectful, and courteous,” they droned together with a slightly sarcastic tone.

“Exactly! So even if Mr. Burns… I’m sorry! I meant Augie.” She grinned at me, and my heart skipped as my name passed her full lips. “Even if Augie doesn’t buy one box, we still want to make sure we leave him feeling welcomed and knowing he has a friend in the Wild Scouts!” She was so chipper, like she was just the perfect little wife.

But there was something about how she acted that felt… off. I couldn’t put my finger on it. Like she was putting on a performance.

Penny probably just wanted to help the girls with their sales, so I obliged how I could. “Oh, um…. please put me down for two boxes.” I shyly offered.

“Just two?” The redhead moaned. I looked up at Penny, who seemed to be masking disappointment through a polite smile. I didn’t like that look in her green eyes.

“Did I say two?” I cheerfully corrected myself. “I meant… ten! Ten of your finest boxes, and I’ll let you decide what kinds!” Penny’s brightened, and she straightened her glasses and gave me a wink. My heart felt like it was going to leap through my throat.

“Great!” Penny’s daughter started clicking away on her form with a pencil. “Would you like to pay with cash?”

I pulled out my wallet and opened it up. Only a few singles and a coupon for a car wash. “How about a check?” I frantically thought about all the moving boxes. “Um, I’m not sure where my checkbook is. Could you give me a few minutes?”

“Tell you what, Augie.” Penny petted her daughter’s hair and took the papers from her hand. She made a few small notations. “I’ll be by later tonight to welcome you to our neighborhood properly. We’ll settle the ugly matter of money then.”

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“Augie Burns, it’s my duty as the chairwoman of the neighborhood welcoming committee to offer you our fullest hospitality.”

Wearing a tight polka dot wrap dress that hugged her curves, Penny presented me with a plaque with my name and walked into my house with a gaggle of strangers trailing behind. She had a full face of makeup on, looking like the definitive Stepford wife. I bowed to her before and replied, “Thank you, it’s been my fondest wish to live in a neighborhood.”

“And now you do!” Everyone laughed and clapped loudly. “Now, do you prefer being on top or on bottom?”

I considered this. Do I want those breasts dangling over my face while she rides me, or bouncing as she gets plowed on her back? It was a hard decision. “I think…”

“Both it is then. Mrs. Banks, would you please keep the minutes of this meeting?” She commanded an older woman who produced a typewriter and sat down, pecking away at the keys.

I began undressing as some of the committee politely gathered and folded my clothes for me. They politely chattered amongst themselves. Before long, I was naked and quite surprised by how little I cared about all the strangers watching.

“What do you all think, shouldn’t I also be naked?” She asked while untying the cloth belt and opening her wrap. Our audience applauded and mumbled their collective agreement.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” I grabbed a corner of fabric from her dress while stroking my cock in my other hand.

“You’re a disgusting pervert, you know that?” Felicity’s shrill voice came from her lips, causing me to flinch. Suddenly, she twirled out of the dress as I held the dress tightly in my fist. The fabric flew up into my face, and in the confusion, I fell to the floor. Somehow, I had gotten lost.

I crawled out from under the seemingly endless dress. Seeing a crack of light ahead, I frantically crawled forward. I burst into the light on my hands and knees, realizing all the strangers were surrounding me. And standing with them was Penny, dressed exactly as she was this afternoon. She looked bored.

Then my ex’s voice again, this time from under me. “Will you hurry up?”

I looked down to realize I was fucking her skinny, bony body. She was taking it like she always did, dispassionately and annoyed. My cock was nothing more than an inconvenience she endured. I felt myself going soft inside her, and she rolled her eyes. “Well, if you’re done, then just wake up and stop wasting my time.”

The old woman keeping notes spoke up, “Could you repeat that, dear?”

Felicity sneered. “I said if this depraved brute is done with his disgusting rutting, then he should wake up!”

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I fell off the couch in a cold sweat. Like I said, it had been a rough breakup. The relationship had died a slow death, and thinking of it filled me with animosity and regret. Can’t even have any kinky dreams without being judged by my ex. And despite the oddities, I was getting into my Penny dream before it turned into a nightmare.

Felicity had really fucked with my head. She wasn’t always like that. Over the years, she became involved in the church. She started quoting the bible constantly, judgmental about everything I did or said. The subject of sex had become especially brutal, which she insisted was to be viewed as a duty to our lord and not for our own mutual pleasure.

Fuck. I tried to focus on Penny. It didn’t hurt to fantasize about her, right? I tried to chase away the thoughts of my ex’s judging face with a tawdry little fantasy of Penny. Yet I couldn’t even beat off without Felicity’s invasive nagging creeping into my mind and ruining the mood. I finally gave up on getting off.

I spent far too long getting ready for Penny. She was married with a kid. But fuck, I couldn’t get her out of my mind. For all I know, she was just like my ex. Probably was all stuck up and proper. After all, there was something very… perfect about her. PTA fundraisers and helping out the scouts. Had we ever had kids, it was how I imagined Felicity would have been.

Still… fuck Mr. Stevens. I didn’t even know the guy, but I was jealous.

I had frantically pushed the boxes to the side and hurriedly set up a modest dining room area with some clean glasses on the table. I had decided it might be alright if I innocently invited her in for a few glasses of wine. Maybe we would have some drinks and she would loosen up a bit and then…

Who was I kidding? I had found the checkbook. That’s all she really wanted from me. Realistically, she would drop off a casserole or a cheap gift basket and collect payment for all those cookies I shouldn’t have bought. And then she’ll leave. And maybe, if I’m lucky, the fresh sight of her in my mind will let me successfully rub one out.

But I could hope, couldn’t I? Hope was pretty much all I had lately.

Three light taps on the door caused me to shoot up from my seat. I realized I was sweating. This was embarrassing, really. That I was so fucking desperate that the mere act of a pretty woman showing up at my house would cause me to get this worked up. So I opened the door, ready for her to buzz in and out of my life and return home to probably get fucked by Mr. Stevens.

“Hey Mister, do you want to buy some cookies?”

I froze.

I stared.

She grinned.

Apparently, my slack-jawed dumbfoundment was about the reaction she wanted because she was tittering with delight. And fuck, had she earned it.

Penny had squeezed herself into the scout uniform her daughter had been wearing earlier. What had hung loosely off her child clung to her every voluptuous curve. The buttons of the khaki shirt strained to contain her large breasts and created gaps that offered small windows into the paradise within. The young girl’s modest knee-length skirt barely draped over her Mother’s round ass and reached only the top of what could be considered her upper thigh.

She giggled, “Gee, mister, it’s cold outside. And scary and dark! Aren’t you gonna ask me to come in?” Her voice was higher-pitched, inflecting a girlish quality.

“O-of course!” I opened the door fully, looking out into the dark neighborhood, trying to decide if this was real or if I had fallen back asleep.

She stopped before passing the threshold. Lifting herself on her toes, she leaned in and whispered in a sultry, womanly tone. “You can keep a secret, right?”

I responded with a small nod. She assessed me through her spectacles, which magnified her already intense emerald eyes. In that moment, that maturity ran off her like water down a duck’s back, and she skipped inside humming a cheery tune. I was almost disturbed by how quickly she could swap between girlish innocence and sensual femininity.

“Wow, do you live in this house all by yourself?” That outfit, fuck. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I heard Felicity calling me sick for liking it. There was that normal wave of shame that accompanied desire. My erection raged, and my stomach was in knots.

Again, I could only manage a nod as I closed the door behind me. In the lustful confusion, I seem to have gone mute.

Penny pressed her body against me, and the smell of raspberries wafted from her glossy lips. I felt her tongue tease my earlobe, and she added, “I’m just a little girl, and you are going to molest me. Can you do that for me?”

I realized I had stopped breathing. I gasped for air; Penny’s demure grin indicated she took that as a compliment. I thought of Felicity’s judgmental fucking face, and froze. Fuck, I hated that. I hated the way she had made me feel. And I hated that I couldn’t shake it.

“Can you?”

So I closed my eyes, focused on the sensation of Penny’s hard nipples slowly scraping across my chest. The smell of baked goods in her hair. And I let every terrible, fucked up thought I could muster about Penny dance in my head. “Yes.”

“Good boy.” She rewarded me with a soft kiss on my cheek, and her hand cupped the bulge in my pants. Penny grinned and treated my hardness with a playful squeeze. I realized she was holding a trench coat behind her back. So, she had likely snuck out. Penny was cheating on her husband, and I was assaulted with another torrent of shame. Tossing the coat on the ground, she brazenly walked into my living room. “Wow! Mister, your house is so big!”

I focused on her, this moment. And I tried to play the part she wanted. “I’ve seen you playing around the neighborhood, haven’t I?” I looked her up and down. “Penny, isn’t it? Would you mind taking off your shoes?”

She stopped and gave me a bashful smirk. “Oh, I’m sorry, Mister! Yeah, I’m Penny!” She bent over and loosened her brown loafers. Her skirt slid up and revealed a distinct lack of panties. Penny knew what she was doing, presenting me with both a bouncing round ass and a glistening slit.

I couldn’t help myself. I walked up behind her and slid my hand up her thigh. She froze, still, gasping as my fingers drew lines in the slickness running down her leg. Penny jumped as I tried to stroke the warm folds. Her freckles seemed like they grew darker as her cheeks turned bright red. I was giddy that I had actually touched her. She pressed her back against the wall. I licked my fingers, her taste reminding me of ripened guava.

And I realize only now that as her nectar spread over my tongue, I finally stopped caring about Felicity.

“D-daddy says I shouldn’t let grown men touch me.” She pressed her knees together and nervously bit her lip. “Daddy says if I let them touch me, they’ll want more. And then they’ll do terrible things to me!” God, my eyes were fixed on her tits. It was a wonder she was able to button that top at all. “I’m gonna tell him you touched me!”

“Now, now, little girl. You’re selling cookies, aren’t you?” The contrast of her daughter’s clothes and her girlish voice wrapped around her womanly frame drove me mad. I leaned over Penny, forcing her into the corner as I let my hand slide up her belly and traced the line of buttons. “How many do I need to buy?”

She squirmed as I began to fiddle with the most strained button, the one that longed to be released from the tension between her breasts. “W-what?” She cast her eyes away from me, too nervous to look at what I was doing.

I slid the button through the hole, and she squeaked as her tits jiggled. Pushing my fingers through the hole, I stroked the inside of her breasts. Her nipples visibly protested their confinement in their khaki-colored prison. I pushed my finger deeper into her shirt till I could run circles around her pert areola. She treated me to a low, deep moan. “How many boxes do I need to buy to have my fun and keep you from telling Daddy?”

“But, Mister, I-I’m supposed to tell my Daddy everything!” She licked her lips and leaned back, pressing her ample breasts out, just begging me to play with them. “M-maybe you could just… touch. I won’t tell.” Her hand suddenly shot out and grabbed me by the wrist. “Fifteen boxes.”

“Twenty boxes,” I counter-offered, “With the shirt open.”

Nervously chewing on her lips, she mulled over the numbers. “Just touching?”

“Just touching.”

She nodded and slowly began working her fingers upward. Her bountiful chest bounced with the loosening of every button. God, they were glorious. Felicity was a gymnast and had always been fairly flat, barely enough to call a breast, really. It was a look that I had liked. Because of her, I had convinced myself that I had a preference. That I had no interest in anything bigger than Felicity’s tiny tits.

But this was a moment of wondrous, bouncing clarity.

She undid the top button, then the next. And the strain on the small shirt was more than it had been designed to ever reasonably endure. The remaining buttons popped off, hitting me in my gobsmacked face, and gloriously they spilled forth. For a brief moment, I experienced the awe that Moses must have felt when God spoke to him from a burning bush. Penny’s titties were a divine calling.

Fuck, I love breasts.

Penny’s were magnificent. Her silver dollar-sized nipples were dark, contrasting her pale, milky skin. I cupped one in my hand, lifting and marveling at its heft as the flesh melted between my fingers. She shifted from foot to foot, rubbing her thighs together as I groped her.

She licked her lips as I pushed my knee between her legs. Grinding against me, I could feel her wetness soaking through my pant leg as I began to squeeze and pinch. “Mmm, ow! Mister, Daddy says only bad men molest little girls. Are you a bad man?”

“The worst!” She giggled and moaned as I lowered my head. Extending my tongue to the hard, chestnut nipple. I was stopped as Penny put her hand over my mouth.

“Uh-uh! You said touching. You never said tasting.” She gave me an evil grin. “But, Mister! Imagine if you upped your order to a whole case of twenty-five boxes…”

I hesitated; the math was hard to calculate under the circumstances.

Cupping her own tit, Penny opened her mouth and brought her teat to her lips. She continued to rub her pussy on my thigh as she sucked herself, watching me through her thick glasses. With a giggle, she added, “Mmm, tastes so good!”

Fuck it.

“One case!”

She let go of herself, hopping excitedly. “Yay! Thank you, Mister!” She stopped, gave me sassy little grin and lifted her breasts in her hands, and offered them. “Junior Wild Scouts are pillars of the community.”

“And what amazing pillars they are!” And with the terms established, I felt no reason to restrain myself from what I’ve paid for. I plunged my face down into that glorious chest meat. She ran her fingers threw my hair, her low and sultry moan betraying the guise of the young girl she was playing. It seems like she couldn’t help herself, a trait I found quite enticing.

I indulged in every urge. Touching, caressing, fondling, groping, squeezing, licking, nibbling, biting, chomping, suckling, sucking. Penny enthusiastically enjoyed the way I helped myself to those amazing tits.

But I was greedy. So fucking greedy. Penny could tell.

“Mister, I hope you’re not one of those creeps who want to fuck my breasts!” She arched her back and pressed them against my chest. “Are you?” She slid down, dragging her girls against me as she fell to her knees.

My hands were shaking. I could barely work my belt. “But I would have to tell Daddy if someone did such an awful thing, wouldn’t I? I mean, you don’t want me to lie to my Daddy, do you?”

“Two cases!”

Fuck. I hadn’t even thought. Fifty boxes?! The offer had flowed directly from my cock to my mouth without taking the time to pass through my brain. How much did I just spend? Can I afford it?

Honestly, I couldn’t give a flying fuck. That’s a problem for ‘tomorrow me’. Besides, ‘no thank you’ wasn’t really an option. I had been horny before. And sure, it had been a long while. But I had never experienced a primal need like this. Throbbing and painful, maddening. In this moment, I would give her anything she wanted. And my tribute was well rewarded.

“Two cases! Oh, wow!” Penny’s eyes lit up. She threw her arms around my legs, hugging me and nuzzling her face against my hungry dick. “Thank you, Mister! You must really love cookies.” She gave me an odd smile, then in a regular sultry tone added, “Just keep going.”

I was puzzled momentarily, till her grin melted away, and Penny began pushing back against my legs like she was trying to get away. Her breath became panicked and ragged as she stared at my bulge with worry. The same dark impulses I had always suppressed, the ones that Felicity had humiliated me by marching me to the church and forcing me to confess to the priest about my ‘evil intentions’… Penny seemed to know they were there. And she encouraged it, wanted me at my worst.

I had been holding back. This was quickly going outside of my comfort zone. And the war raged in me. I had lived by Felicity rules. I had adapted, made myself think like her, that I had these strong morals and preferred a vanilla sex life. I wasn’t a kinky person, and I certainly wasn’t the kind of guy who would... who would…

After all, what kind of person would? It was messed up!

She folded her arms over her chest and simpered, “M-mister… what are you doing?” She gasped for air, faining a panic that made her chest heave. “Please, just let me go. I won’t tell nobody. P-promise!”

My mind shattered, my proud morality flushed away with all the reverence of used toilet paper. Whatever Penny wanted me to be, I would do it.

I’m a fucking sexual deviant, and I’m tired of pretending like I’m anything else.

I reached down and grabbed the sash that was draped over her shoulder, decorated with badges of accomplishment. I pulled it up over her arm as she squealed and half-heartedly fought, the curiosity showing through on her face. I twisted the sash around her neck and pulled it upward.

Penny gagged and lifted her body, trying to find an angle that allowed for some air to enter her lungs. I held her like that, the sash digging into her neck as she squirmed. I tugged and shook her like a rag doll as her hands finally stopped trying to shield her breasts. She reached for the sash and tried to claw her fingers underneath to allow for more air. I slapped her across the face, her glasses going askew as I chastised her.

“These are my tits, little girl! I’m paying for them. How fucking dare you hide them!” Penny couldn’t help herself; she smirked as I loosened the sash so she could gasp for air.

“Y-you are a bad man! Just like D-daddy warned me!” She choked out, but she was also reaching for my pants. I was impressed by how quickly she could work my belt and open my pants while looking up at me. All the while, she was fighting to fill her lungs with oxygen. She obediently pulled down my pants, and my dripping cock bounced out of my underwear. “Oh no!” She feigned revulsion, but not well. In fact, she looked at it with a hungry expression.

“What, the little girl hasn’t seen a cock before?” I grabbed it in my hand and started slapping her across the cheek with it. Sticky drops clung to her. When she moaned, I squirted clear, wet pre-cum across her glasses. She reached up to wipe it off. I tightened the sash and smacked the back of her hand. “Leave it, I like it there.”

“Mister? Why do dirty old men love cumming on my glasses?” She asked the question so innocently, you might have believed her she was in fact innocent. But the way she stretched her tongue out to claim the sticky drop above her lip dispelled any illusions of purity.

I pushed my cock against her sternum, the head poking her in the throat as I set my feet. “Just push that fucking sweater meat together, and don’t stop till I’m done with you.”

“I guess I have no choice.” With a giggle, she straightened herself up. Sticking her chest out, she enveloped my hard cock in her supple pillows. My sloppy dick spit and dribbled as Penny moaned and pampered my cock between her tits. The mess of slicked pre-cum coated the inside of her tits and lubricated my shaft. Then with a wink she proudly informed me, “Junior Wild Scouts give it their all!”

She did.

Oh fuck, she did.

Penny rocked on her knees and pushed herself forward to match my thrusts. I started slow, getting a feel for it, sliding myself up until my head poked out the top of her cleavage, then it descended as I pulled back. Sultry groans and gasps passed through her lips, begging for more.

“Stop! Stop it! You monster! You’re making me all sticky!” She egged me on, so I gave it my all. I thrust hard into her chest, occasionally jabbing her in the neck which caused a delightful gagging. Penny pushed her breasts together so hard her hands sank into the sides. She wasn’t just holding them in place, she was lifting and pushing them down over my cock.

She lost her balance, stumbling toward the wall. I tightened my grip on her sash, preventing her from sliding down and off my cock. She choked as I stepped forward, straddling her thighs and slamming my hips and watching the way it made her tits ripple with the impact. She rose back to her knees, and I let her breathe.

“You sicko! How can you do this!” Her inflection was erotically confusing. Accusatory and shamed, yet dripping with lust and delight. Her thumbs massaged her taut nipples, and with a low growl rumbled out. Then just when I couldn’t hold back any more, she squeezed them hard around my cock and held me in place. She tilted her head down and her yes bespectacled eyes cast profane accusations with a snarl. “Fucking pervert.”

Dammit.

I don’t know how I lasted that long. I began cumming so hard I could feel the semen erupting upward through my shaft and bursting out from head. Penny’s face almost seemed to glaze over in a serene bliss as I slopped her tits with one throbbing load after another. I shot wildly under her chin, across her chest and shoulders, even spurting ropes of semen above her that ran down my wall.

“Mister!” she cooed as she let go of her breasts and let them hang and drip. I couldn’t believe what a mess I had made, never in my life had I felt so drained. “A-alright, you’ve had your fun. Now leg me go!” She blushed, obviously pleased with my still-dripping cock.

“Not so fast, little scout! I’m going to use every one of your delicious little fuck holes!” I was feeling euphoric, still hard and wanting more. I started making my plans. Bend her over the table, stuff her cunt. Then her mouth. Then that nice round ass… never undressing her. Fucking my little reluctant scout as she protested and came even as she told me to stop.

“Pervert!” She said it again, causing me to moan and spurt. There was something about the word, the way she said it. A wicked grin spread across her face, she had figured me out better than I knew myself. Taboo thoughts filled my head, washing away the snide side glances and shameful head shakes my ex had used to punish me. Penny reveled in my dark urges.

“Now get on over to the kitchen and…”

“No.” She smiled and waited casually for that small word to burrow its way into my brain.

I growled and went to grip the sash, only to her be stopped with her hand squeezing my wrist. The childish tone dissolved and in a much more controlling and mature tone she informed me, “I think that’s enough for tonight, Augie.”

Augie. Not ‘Mister’. My christened name. I froze, it was like having the mask stripped off. Or more accurately, it was like having the mask forced back onto my face.

She stood up and and adjusted her glasses. “Oh, Augie. Don’t give me that pathetic look. I’m very pleased with how tonight went.” She grabbed me my the hair and pulled my face into her gooey breasts. “Now be a good boy and clean those up a bit before I have to go.”

Penny had changed again. The little girl act out the door, she gripped my hair and rubbed my face over those sloppy peaks. My own congealing cum, not only rubbed across my face but filled my mouth. The idea of eating my own cum had sickened me before, but in that moment I licked and suckled while looking up at Penny with nothing but reverence and pride.

“That’s right, you like those. Don’t you? Quite the eager beaver. You like being a pervert? I like it too.” She pulled me back, I’m pretty sure I whimpered like a hit dog. Then she lifted her skirt. “Look at it.”

Bald, smooth, wet. It was glorious. And she pressed her back against the wall and flowed downward, her knees parting wide and her small feet tucked close to her ass. Slipping her finger inside her, Penny’s dimples were deep as she smiled and growled with pleasure. “Fuck,” I said with a lack of anything else to contribute.

“Go! Mmmm…. god, that’s nice. Mmm, so nice. Go now. Get your checkbook, Augie. Two cases, remember?” And I realized that although she enjoyed my eyes on her, she was strictly taking care of herself from here.

“Wait, I didn’t really…” She stopped at once and shot me a deathly glare. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. Oh shit, that part wasn’t a game. “How much…”

She moaned loudly and resumed masturbating with a deep plunge of two fingers. “Fuck!” She roared in triumphant pleasure as the barren room was filled with squelching, and her frantic delirium grew as sweat ran down her neck. “Four hundred and fifty! You wanted me so badly, you promised to buy two whole fucking cases!”

She came with an unrestrained tantric scream as the check was signed. And so, along with my balls, Penny had drained my bank account. I handed it to her as she panted. With another girlish giggle, she hopped to her feet.

“Good boy.” In one smooth motion, Penny slipped her finger from the lips between her legs into the set under my nose and let me taste. “There you go, Augie. You deserve a treat.”

If I died in that moment, with her fingers dripping her tart tonic onto my tongue, I would have been happy. I’ll have died content and free. A man unto myself. Penny, the world’s sluttiest little scout, gazed at me with her emerald eyes that glowed with untold taboo desires from behind those thick, black frames, which were now flaking my drying semen down onto her dimples…

I now belonged to her. A slave to whatever Penny wanted, I would give in to her every whim. For in this perfect moment I knew that if I was proud to be her newest toy. I already suspected she had many, this was far to well executed to be thought up in an afternoon. I wondered how many others were under the thrall of the Den Mother of the Junior Wild Scouts.

I wondered how many men she had enthralled. I hoped it was a lot. I hoped they fucked her however she needed. I thought of her, in a room full of desperate men ordering them to take her one after another. Penny was a goddess, she deserved it.

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I was having my new normal breakfast, Peanut Wheel Deilights, crushed in a bowl with milk poured over, when there was a ‘rattatat’ at my front door. I slicked my hair back in my hands and did whatever I could in the few seconds in got me to the door to seem presentable.

To my disappointment, it was the Junior Wild Scouts. I mean the girls, not Penny. I had hoped it would be Penny… and only Penny. Her daughter standing there was my second case of cookies, and her two friends looked put out by the delivery.

Apparently, they had won some State Junior Wild Scout cookie-selling contest. They were more than keen on collecting the prize, a trip to some sort of week long archery camp coming up. But they seemed less enthused about delivering the giant case to my house. “You sure do love cookies, Mr. Burns.”

I noticed my shirt had a thumb print stain on my lapel that appeared to me from the melted back of a Thick Mint. “I guess I do.” I wanted to ask about her Mom, but I didn’t think that would go over well.

“Girls! More enthusiasm! Mr… Burns was it? He is one of your top ten sales!” I wasn’t sure what stunned me more. The fact that there might be as many as nine people Penny seduced more cookies out of or the little blonde woman that delivered the news.

She was pretty, cute and bubbly. Barely taller than the girls but with a nice little athletic physique. Her uniform was different. She wore tight khaki shorts instead of a skirt. Her uniform was nicer, meant for someone to wear for a long time and not constantly growing. And I couldn’t believe the size of her sash.

It was nearly double the thickness of the girls, with every badge I could have imagined. Her skin was sun-kissed and tan, even as winter was approaching. And she batted her large blue eyes at me and smiled. “Thank you, Mr. Burns. I’m Scout Master Winnie, leader of Troop 2-7-1!”

“P-pleased to meet you.” God, she was adorable. I tried to place her age. Late teens, early twenties?

“Oh, Penny… I mean, Mrs. Stevens asked me to drop this off with you!” She reached into her back pocket and took out an envelope.

“Thank you!” She blushed as our fingers fumbled together, and the note fell to the floor. Quick as a bunny, she bent down to pick it up. The top of her head into my testicles. I collapsed under the sudden flushing sensation of pain onto the ground.

After more apologies than I ever thought one person could mumble, Winnie meekly departed, being ridiculed by the children. The flustered way she closed her eyes and held onto her sash while apologizing over and over, honestly it was worse the throbbing pain in my groin.

Fuck, I was already imagining fucking the young woman. And to my pleased surprise, I did so without feeling Felicity’s shame.

But this letter? I opened it quickly:

“Hey Mister, have you missed me? Of course you have. And what did you think of the Scout Master? Cute little thing isn’t she? What sort of disgusting thoughts have you had about her already?

So many questions. Be sure to answer them. The neighborhood BBQ is in two days at our place. Winnie will be there. You turned out to be much more fun than I thought, I normally don’t share Winnie. But I think you two will get along fine!

Anyway, my house at 12:30, Saturday. Bring a covered dish. Something you baked yourself. Savory, I’ll not accept store bought. And dress nice, wear a suit.”

The smell on the paper was strong and I recognized it at once. Penny’s sex.

Fuck, I need a suit.