My First Time

The Little Girl Scout Leader: Part 1

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The Little Girl Scout Leader: Part 1
Cookies & sweet treats are given to a 'special man'.

Based on a post by MrJack,

in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First time.



Stepping from the shower, on this blustery cold November

Saturday morning; I caught a reflection of my masculine nude body in the
full-length mirror on the back of my bathroom door. I'd always wished I was
taller than my 5 foot 10 inches, but I had no other regrets about the muscular
build of my toned 36-year-old body.

Unconsciously, my eyes lingered for a minute on the

stiffened erection between my legs. It was another morning-wood day. The wind
began howling in the past half hour, signaling a cold front. I thought the
chilly house air would administer the less fun therapy for my stiffy, but
even after stoking the fireplace coals and throwing three fresh logs on the
embers, didn t fully shrink my swelling shaft. During my warm bath, my manhood
had been swelling and getting harder.

Now, as a confirmed bachelor, I had no 'serious' lady in my

life. I enjoyed playing-the-field too much to even dream of settling down. The
only problem with living without a permanent lady in my life was the fact that
I couldn't get a piece of pussy any time I wanted. And, at this moment, I needed
a sweet wet vagina in which to dip my pulsating erection. Hell, I guess I was
going to have to settle for beating my meat!

Before I had a chance to begin this self-relieving task, I

heard the insistent ring of my front doorbell. Damnit, somebody was interrupting
my plans for a little orgasmic release!

Aggravated, I threw a bath towel around my waist, tucked it

in below my bellybutton, and headed for the front door. If whoever it was
ringing the bell minded being met by a half-naked man; then tough-shit to them!
They ought to have better manners than to disturb a man with a throbbing
hard-on.

When I jerked open the door, I was met by a blustery blast

of cold, late-fall wind. A whirlwind whisk of a figure, a young woman dressed
in a Girl Scout Leader uniform, rushed inside and shut the door behind her. The
shivering, coatless sprite took a few steps into the livingroom and held her
hands out to the heat of my crackling fireplace.

"Oh Mr. Spencer, this fire feels so good," she

said. "I didn't realize the weather would turn so cold so quickly. Why, it
was actually 'warm' this morning!

I had no words.

I'm Debbie Darling from down the street. I'm out taking

orders for Girl Scout cookies. She finally took note of my incredulity and
then asked; You know me, don't you, Sir?"

Before I could respond, the young lady added, "Scout

Leaders don't usually go door-to-door selling cookies. That's for the Girl
Scouts themselves to do. But, I'm helping my troop out because a virus hit the
schools and several of them are sick with a cold. I was a scout myself for
years, and now I've just become a volunteer leader for a Brownie troop. Our
recruitment slogan for girls and leaders this fall is 'commit to a girl'. Sir,
can you commit to our girls and their organization? Do you want to get any of
my cookies?"

Commit to a girl? why I had no intention of doing any such

thing! As for her cookies, goddamn my horny wicked soul to Hell, but my
sex-stimulated mind took what the young woman said, and turned it into a
'dirty' thought. Yeah, some sweet, warm female 'cookies' would taste mighty
good right now!

Before I answered, my eyes made a quick visual inspection of

my unexpected visitor. An official uniform scarf with a membership pin adorned
her slim neck. A navy blue skirt and blouse in the style of business attire
graced her body and seemed to fit the lady like a 'too-tight' glove. It must
have been a 'last-years' outfit because the young female form was outgrowing it
now. Feminine shapes and bulges stretched the fabric in several strategic
places. The lady was short, perhaps a whole foot shorter than me. Slim legs
peeked out below a blue hem and ran down to knee socks and patent leather
shoes. If I was a betting man, I'd bet she didn't weigh over 100 pounds, a good
portion of which was in her ass and tits. Her brunette hair was a mop of curly
locks, which were so short they barely even touched her shoulders.

With my stimulated erection straining my towel, I finally

found my voice and answered, "Yes Debbie, I know you. I've seen you around
the neighborhood. I think I've bought some cookies from you in the past
years."

Standing there half-naked and horny as hell, mischievous

thoughts entered my mind and I decided to tease the young seductress arousing
me, "But, little lady I remember you as a childlike girl. Just when in the
hell did your body start 'filling out' so much? What are you, about 15, 16 or
so now?"

"No, I'm not 15 and I'm not 16!" the girl testily

responded. Glancing at the watch on her tiny wrist, she continued, "I'm 18
and I've been 18 for two hours and five minutes! And, for your information Sir,
I'm not a 'little girl'! I'm a freshman in college. As to your other question,
it seems like my body just up and decided to 'pop out' all over the place this
past year. I don't know why it took so effing long to do it. But Sir, I didn't
come here to talk about me. I came to sell cookies. Do you want to place an
order?"

My mind wandered away in an effort to digest her

information. "18 for two hours and five minutes" is what she said. Why,
she has reached the legal 'age of consent' for any kind of sexual shenanigans a
man might wish to engage in with her! My pretty little sexy neighborhood
cookie-seller would fit nicely into the hallowed category of 'barely legal',
yet 'legal enough'!

Hell, I silently thought with my hard-on straining the bath

towel around my waist. A lot of damn good this information would do me. Barely
legal or not, that teenaged woman would have no interest or attraction for a
man of my advanced age. I'd bet she had a teenage boyfriend. What was it the
hippies use to say? Oh yeah, it was, "Never trust anyone over 30!"

Shaking my head in an effort to rid it of horny seduction

thoughts, I answered the fascinating young lady, "Yes little Debbie, I'd
like some cookies. Could I get about ten dollar s worth? Girl, I'm horn, hungry
as hell and I hate waiting for special treats. Would you have any cookies I
could eat right now?"

"Oh yes, Sir," Debbie eagerly said. "I've got

some sample boxes in my backpack. I can let you have ten dollar s worth of
chocolate mint cookies."

While the girl rummaged in her pack, I stepped back into the

bathroom and picked up my wallet. I gave a quick thought to slipping on my
pants, but immediately discarded it. I had plans for a masturbating party real
soon; with thoughts of a sexy young Scout Leader occupying my mind.

Back in the living room, I noticed the boxes of cookies laid

out on the coffee table. I dug a ten dollar bill from my wallet and handed it
to the uniformed cookie salesgirl.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you about the tax," the girl

apologetically said. "Growing up, my Scout Leaders told me to always
remember the tax. It's sixty cents more. Is that okay?"

Smiling, I answered, "Sure little Debbie, that's fine.

But, do you have change for a dollar bill. I don't have any coins in my wallet
and I don't have any pockets in my towel."

"I've noticed that," the girl unintentionally

blurted out. A crimson red blush immediately colored her face and her hands
rushed to cover it. Demurely, she added, "Oh, I didn't mean I was looking
at your towel! Of course towels don't have pockets! Tight-fitting towels like
yours barely have enough room to cover a man's big, uh!"

The girl's face color reddened to a deeper shade of bashful

blush. Turning away, she nervously dug into her purse and extracted some coins.
She turned back and reached her trembling coin-filled hand towards me.

As I reached out to accept the change, Debbie's unsteady

fingers opened too soon and dropped the handful of coins onto the hardwood
floor. The jingly-jangly coinage bounced and rolled all over the place.

Dropping to the floor, Debbie chased after coins. Her sexy

young body made for such a delightful sight to watch; that I too, dropped down
and began gathering the wayward change.

After capturing the last fugitive coin, the two of us stood

back up. I soon discovered that my coin-chasing adventures had created a
problem. My towel had loosened to the point that when I stood up straight the
terrycloth garment had stayed on the floor. My upper body and my legs were now
not the only parts of my body displayed in all its exposed erect glory. My
thick, turgid cock was standing at naked attention!

"Oh my good god!" Debbie unexpectedly exclaimed.

"Mr. Spencer, I now see why your towel was stretched out to the bursting
point! Oh my goodness gracious, you had better cover that thing back up!"

I had never blushed in my life, and I was determined to not

do so now. But, I admitted to myself that I was a little embarrassed to have
accidentally exposed my pulsating erection to an unsuspecting young woman.

Bending over, I snatched up the towel and rearranged it

around my waist. "Debbie, girl I'm sorry!" I repentantly proclaimed.
"Damn Miss Debbie, I didn't mean for this to happen and I'm sorry if I've embarrassed
you!"

"Well, I'm not exactly 'embarrassed', I don't

think," Debbie said warily. "It just happened so suddenly I was
unprepared to see your, your 'man-thing'. Mr. Spencer, what do you men prefer
to call your 'man-things'? I've heard all the slang words, but since I've never
talked to a man or boy about it, I'm pretty much uninformed about things like
that. I've never even had the 'sex talk' with my mother. I guess for an
18-year-old woman, I'm pretty ignorant in the ways of men."

A puzzling look covered my face, but I went ahead and

answered the question she asked; "Miss Debbie, I prefer the word 'cock' as
a name for the dangly appendage between my legs. A 'cock' gets elongated and
hard when it's near a sexy lady. My cock is steely-hard right now because I'm
so close to you. A girl of your age should know this. Debbie, surely a teenager
as seductively sexy as you are, is not a virgin!"

"I most certainly am!" Debbie proudly announced.

"I'm not about to let one of those 'grabby-handed' boys get their hands in
my panties! Mom says I'm a 'good girl' and I intend to stay 'good' until I fall
in love with a 'special' guy, and get married."

I forced a smile, and then said something I didn't really

mean, "Good for you Debbie. You ought to stay virginal and innocent until
the 'right man' comes along. Listen girl, why don't you call me by my first
name? Friends and adult Girl Scout Leaders can call me 'Jason'."

"Okay, I will," Debbie eagerly replied. "For

some reason, I feel comfortable around you, Jason. Thanks for buying my
cookies. I'd better go before the weather gets any colder."

Debbie turned for the door and took two steps away from my

comforting fire. "Wait!" I shouted. "Girl, it's as cold as a
witch's tit out there, so let me give you a coat to wear home. I think I have
an old university jacket in the hallway closet."

Debbie followed me into the hallway. I scrounged around

searching for the jacket. Reaching up into the far, left corner shelf, I found
the coat and pulled it out. Turning back, I handed it to the girl.

Debbie was giggling and pointing at a place below my waist.

The stretching and tugging had once more loosened my towel and left it lying at
my feet. My erection was again exposed. My rigid manhood was pointing straight
as a compass at the girl's smiling face. Now it was even slightly pulsing
upward as my heart beat.

Towel and Panty Rack.

"Hey Jason, I think you're fighting a losing battle

with that bath towel," Debbie said in a giggly voice. "For all the
good it's doing you, why you might as well just leave it off! I've already seen
your um, your 'cock' so you have no reason to hide it from me. Mister, I
wouldn't bite you, even if I knew how."

Grabbing up the towel from the floor, I followed the girl

back down the hall to the warm living room. Following her suggestion, I didn't
wrap the cock-covering back around me. Watching her swaying young ass, I think
my cock swelled to an even bigger size in length and girth. It was bobbing
upward at an even faster pulse.

"Let me help you get the coat on, Debbie," I said.

Instead of throwing the towel on the couch, I flipped it into a rolled up shape
and hung it between my lower abdomen and my swollen erection. Several inches of
my cock-shaft stuck out through the cloth.

Mischievous devilment came over me and I teasingly said,

"Hey girl, what do you think about my 'towel rack'? I reckon a cock is a
pretty useful thing for a man to have."

Debbie sure was a giggly young woman. She giggled merrily

now, and answered, "Well Jason, I think you have the nicest 'towel rack'
I've ever seen. You're right; it does seem to serve a 'useful' purpose. You're
also right about it being 'pretty'. Why, I've never seen anything so
nicely-shaped and beautiful, in my life!"

Blushing from her awkward boldness, Debbie started putting

the jacket on. Reaching out, I grabbed the zipper and slowly pulled it up. The
tips of my fingers brushed against her swelling bosom. For a girl with her
slim, diminutive stature, Debbie's chest seemed to be well-endowed with mounded
female shapes. Firm feminine forms stretched the bodice of her Scout Leader
blouse. My fingers lingered and played a little longer than they should have.

"Debbie," I impulsively said. "Speaking of

'racks'; why young lady, you don't seem to be doing too shabbily in that area
yourself! You really fill out your uniform nicely! Woman, if your plump tits
swell any bigger, you'll pop a couple of buttons and put some guy's eyes
out."

Blushing and giggling again, Debbie shyly said, "Thank

you, Jason. I think that's the sweetest thing any man has ever said to me. My
nipples are getting all 'tingly' and hard. Oh god, I didn't mean to say that
out loud! Now, you'll think I'm a 'bad' girl."

"Like hell, I will!" I exclaimed. "I don't

think any such thing! Having your nipples get tingly and hard, is just a
natural bodily function; if a young woman is 'sexually' aroused. I feel kind of
proud of myself, that I can provoke such a response to my touch in you. Young
lady, you're making my cock hard, horny, and tingly, too! This doesn't make
either one of us 'bad'."

Unexpectedly, Debbie stood on her tiptoes and kissed my

cheek. Her slim hands lay against my nude chest. "Jason," she
whispered. "Thank you for making me feel so relaxed and comfortable in the
presence of a naked man. I think I can tell you a secret. In a way, I kinda
wish I was just a little bit 'bad'. If I was, I'd, I'd;"

Instead of saying more, Debbie allowed her fingers to slowly

feel their way down my chest and belly. Her fingertips lightly brushed the warm
skin of my stiffened manhood. To her own amazement and mine, she pulled my
towel off its erect cock-rack, put it to her face, and breathed in the
masculine scent imbedded within.

Suddenly, the 'always prepared' Girl Scout Leader found

herself in a situation she was 'not' prepared for. Pulling away, Debbie stuffed
the male-scented towel into her cookie-filled backpack.

With her back towards me, the innocent girl-woman did

something incredibly impulsive. She reached her hands under her uniform skirt
and slipped her panties down over her legs, her knee socks, and her
shoe-covered feet.

Turning back to face me, the impetuous teenager twisted her

slightly-damp panties into a roll and hung them over the elongated rod which
had been holding my towel. Throwing her hands around my neck, Debbie once more
stood tiptoed and kissed my cheek. She whispered anxiously, "Jason,
forgive me, but I'm taking your smell with me, so I'm leaving mine with you. I
think your cock makes a fine 'panty-rack', too!"

A Kiss but not Good Bye , yet.

Before I could recover my astonished wits, Debbie's voice

sternly instructed, "Jason, please don't say anything. Just kiss me the
way a man kisses a woman; and then let me run away from the temptation I feel
for you!"

Stooping slightly, I ran my hands under the young woman's

uniform hem. I grabbed two hands full of firm panty-less Scout Leader ass and
lifted a featherweight feminine body up enough for our kiss-hungry mouths to
collide. I felt the sweet surrender of Debbie's female passion, run from my
head to my toes.

Debbie's lips and mine relinquished all self-disciplined restraint.

Moist tongues licked slippery mouths, dueled and teased with awakening love,
and mouth-fucked in a confirmation of undeniable lust.

Despite this young woman's plea for me to say nothing, I

stopped kissing and whispered in her ear, "Happy 18th birthday, Debbie.
Sweet lady, I wish I had a present to give you."

Inspired by passion, Debbie's sock-covered legs encircled my

thighs. As I pulled her closer, her dress hiked higher and I felt wetness
touching my cock-shaft. Drippy feminine moisture was leaking from the naked
pussy pressed against my erection.

This young lady's body was so lightweight, I could have

stood there holding her in my arms all day. Instinct propelled me to lift her
into a position where her pussy was situated directly above my swollen manhood.

Sticky wet inner pussy lips kissed my cockhead. A river of

vaginal fluid washed over my cockshaft and bathed it in hot, slippery penile
lubrication. Mother Nature's call was demanding a carnal conjoining of a cunt
and a cock.

My rationalizing mind was silently screaming, "Don't do

it! Don't fuck this 'barely legal' girl! Wait, wait at least until she gains a
bit more maturity. Oh god, this virginal young lady doesn't even know what is
happening!"

Debbie must have known more than I was giving her credit

for. She allowed her body to slip down until her warm inner pussy lips were
wrapped around the head of my cock. Hesitantly, she allowed her virginal hymen
to be touched and stretched by the swollen cock intruder.

By raising and lowering her body no more than an inch at a

time, Debbie was able to test the strength of her protective virginal membrane
without breaking it. Pussy muscles squeezed and contracted around the cockhead
in an age-old mating welcome.

Didn't this naive girl-child-woman know she was playing with

fire? Didn't she know she was getting perilously close to getting her sweet ass
burned and her innocence incinerated?

Heated, pulsating blood raced though pussy veins and cock

veins alike. Male and female cum-juices were bubbling and boiling. "Oh
god, Debbie!" I huskily moaned. "Damnit girl, if we don't stop now,
we might not be able to later! Didn't you say you were saving yourself for a
'special' man?"

"I did say that," Debbie replied. "And,

Mister, that's just what I've done! Oh Jason, hold me tight and don't let go,
even if I scream!"

Without warning, Debbie raised herself up almost to the

point of loosing contact, with the cock-shaft touching her body so intimately.
Quickly, she lowered herself back down and impaled her entire vaginal cavity
onto my stiffened, swollen erection.

True to her premonition, Debbie did scream. Her hymen was

split asunder, and her piercing wail echoed off the walls. Keeping my promise,
I held the girl tightly. It was too damn late to stop anything now!

With hot virgin blood now aiding in lubrication, I held onto

Debbie's firm ass and bounced her young body up and down like one of those
rubber tether-balls attached to a paddle. In this case, Debbie's pussy was the
ball and my cock was the paddle.

I repeatedly bounced and paddled the sweet young pussy up

and down upon my deep-penetrating cock-shaft. Hot-blooded testicle cream was
begging to be released from its ball-sack confinement. I knew I would start
cumming soon.

In this race for cum-shooting release, Debbie beat me to the

finish line. The young feminine body; which had never felt the touch of a man's
cock; was now spraying the erect man-shaft with a blistering mist of female
cum.

Despite the thickness of her jacket, I could feel Debbie's

heartbeat pounding against my naked chest. I could feel her pussy's racing
pulse beating all along my erection's elongated length. Whimpering cries stole
the girl's breath away. Breathtaking orgasms overpowered all her other senses
and she moaned with overwhelmingly joyful lust.

Without awaiting my permission, my pussy-drowning cock went

ahead and released a pressurized load of pent-up man-cum. Thick globs of semen
and sperm shot into Debbie's sweltering hot wet vaginal void.

Pussy muscles constricted against my meaty erection.

Squeezing vaginal contractions milked my cockshaft. Euphoric, earth-quaking
orgasms rattled and shook my world.

As my heated cock cream-filled Debbie's pussy, she began

knowing the thrill of multiple orgasms. This young woman's virgin-busted
vaginal hole wasn't spacious enough to hold a swollen chunk of man-meat, 'and'
the heaping servings of thick cum-gravy too. Squishy, squashy squirts of excess
male and female fluids spurted out and coated both of our sex-enraged pubic
loins.

Debbie's tight, teenaged pussy begged my cock for more and

more. My mind told me that 'biologically' I had no more to give. Yet,
incredibly, my love and lust inspired body contradicted the rules of biology.
My seminal reservoir was not yet depleted of all its natural orgasmic liquids.

I began cumming into my sweet Scout Leader lover's slippery

pussy again. If I had breath to spare, I would have squealed with orgasmic
delight. I held onto the ass of the girl riding my cock and allowed the victory
of orgasms to sweep my mind and body into a netherworld of bliss.

Debbie' teeth biting into my shoulder let me know she was

cumming again, too. From out of nowhere, she found a breath of air. This
'once-virginal' young lady allowed wanton 'unladylike' squeals of joy and
whines of pleasure to peal out loudly.

At long last, panting moans and whimpering cries began

fading away. Debbie's arms held onto my neck with the seeming intention of
never letting go. I too, held onto the young female in my arms, with no
immediate plans of ever letting her go.

The room became quiet, so quiet that long-ignored sounds

could now be heard. Debbie and I could hear the crackling of burning logs in my
fireplace. We heard a drip, drip, dripping sound and recognized it as the
dropping of orgasm-fluids onto the hardwood floor beneath us. Our lust-sated
loins were leaking excess male and female cum, vaginal lubricants, and virginal
blood.

Breaking the comforting sounds of silence, Debbie whispered,

"Jason, do you believe in love at first sight? Oh I do, because I love
you! There is an older country music song I've heard my mom listen to. I
remember some of the lyrics which say this; 'If loving you is wrong, I don't
want to be right.' Oh Jason, the love I have for you feels so 'right' it just
can't be 'wrong'! What do you think?"

"Oh good god, girlie. Don't you think I'm a little too

old for you to 'love'?" I answered. "I'll say this about you Debbie
Darling; you have an appropriate last name. You have become the 'darling' young
lover who has brought love and joy to my life. Honey, yes I feel love for you
too, but 'young' lady there is another old song I remember. The song says this;
'Go away little girl. You're hurting me more each moment you delay. But, when
you're near me like this, you're must too hard to resist. So, go away little
girl before I beg you to stay.' So, Debbie my darling love, perhaps you should
go away for awhile and let us think about this."

Warm, wet tears dropped from Debbie's eyes and dripped on my

shoulders and chest. Reluctantly, her arms loosened from my neck. She slid her
body down mine and stood on the floor. Picking up her backpack, she ran for the
door and jerked it open.

Looking back, she passionately said, "Jason, I'm not a

'little girl' and from what you just did to me, you damn well know it! Mister,
one of these days, you will 'beg me to stay'! And, I will."

Without closing the door, Debbie ran out into the blustery

cold. Reaching for the doorknob, I looked out. The skies were darkening and
snow was now covering the ground. Several droplets of virgin blood lay on the
pristine whiteness.

Oh god, the girl should have cleaned up a little before

leaving. She could have at least put on her panties. Looking down, I suddenly became
aware of the feminine undergarment still hanging on its cock-rack.

Closing the door, I held Debbie's panties up in the

flickering firelight. Just like my shrinking cock, the sheer, lacy underwear
was wet from drippy cum and blood. I knew these panties would require several
washing in order to prevent permanent staining. But no, I wasn't going to wash
them at all. I was going to keep them 'as is', as a reminder of this day.

Hanging the girlie-girl panties near the fire to dry, I

thought about how strange it was that I had dipped my cock into a pussy I
hadn't even seen. Why, come to think of it, I hadn't seen any of that sweet
Scout Leader's body except for her hair, her pretty face, and a glimpse of her
tantalizingly seductive slim legs!

Laughing at myself, I said aloud, "I guess that's what

you call putting your 'cock' before the horse!"

To be continued in part 2. Based on a post by MrJack,

in 2 parts, for Literotica.

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