The Littlest Girl Scouts

Author Unknown

Brought to you by WaywardOne

It all started seven years ago, when my oldest daughter was in The Brownies. Their mother was the Den Mother, and we had weekly meetings at our house on Tuesdays after the girls got home from school. We had a large farm out in the country, and it made a great place to let the girls all go out and play in the yard, teach them about the environment, and many other things that "city kids" never got a chance to do.

I'll be up front by stating that I am a pedophile. I really like the idea of the fresh sexuality of young girls. I have always dreamed about touching and licking their little girl pussies and making them have their first cum, or at least their first "good" sexual feelings.

On this particular week, my wife was called away to the hospital by an emergency, leaving me to cover for her for the Brownie meeting of the week. Like usual, the girls all came home on Brenda and Tina's (my daughters') school bus. As the bus pulled to a stop, 13 little girls piled out and came tearing up the driveway, chasing the dog, laughing, and generally acting like normal 8, 9 and 10 year olds do. When I saw them I figured my best bet was to try to keep them outside, at least prevent as much destruction as I could in the house. I got them started in a game of jump-rope in the front yard, and went back in the house to get the refreshments ready. I laid out cookies and a big punchbowl on the middle of the table filled with Kool-aid.

Soon, the girls tired of skipping rope in the yard, and Brenda, (my oldest daughter, she was 10, Tina was 9) started into the house and all of a sudden I had my hands full! (Actually, I was wishing I had my hands full of THEM! 13 little girls in little Brownies skirts and blouses!) I told them all to come in and get something to eat, and they followed my girls into the kitchen and sat around the table.

As you can imagine, they were not exactly a quiet bunch, and soon the cookies were flying around, and to top it off, one of the girls knocked over the punch bowl! It ran to all corners of the table, and even though they tried to scramble away from the table, every girl, to the last one, got a big uniform full of grape Kool-aid! I sighed heavenward, and hoped for a miracle, but alas, I had 13 wet, sticky girls on my hands.

While I was deciding what to do, Brenda made up my mind for me. She decided that I should wash her skirt and blouse right away and stood right up in the middle of the other girls and stripped to her underpants. The minute I saw her little bottom cupped in her Fun-pals, I about split the front of my pants out! Just when I thought I'd seen the horniest sight in years, EVERY other girl in the room stood up and stripped to their undies! thirteen 8-10 year old girls, all clad in just their cute underpants! In fact, 2 or 3 of them had panties so wet that their tight little slits appeared to be showing through.

Most of them had nothing even resembling or hinting at their future tits-to-be, but two of the cutest girls did seem to have begun to grow extra flesh beneath those pink little nipples. I filed this information away for later reference and went back to watching their panty-covered crotches. Some were rubbing their fronts and pulled the waistbands out to peer down at themselves, all the while giggling up a storm! Brenda and Tina went upstairs and got some dry panties for them to wear till I got the washing done.

My hands were shaking as I gathered up the clothes and headed out to the laundry room. I had some really cute little girls on my hands, and even though I tried not to, I began fantasizing about the possibilities. As the washer started vibrating, I began loading the skirts and blouses, thinking about the panties that would be coming off next. I knew that these kids were mischievous to say the least, and as I thought about those cute little cunnies in the next room, I leaned against the vibrating washer and within a couple seconds, I had shot a very large load of cum into my pants!

While I was off in never-never land, I didn't notice that several of the girls had come into the laundry room, and one of them finally piped up, "Mr. Johnson, can we go back out and play?"

I was shaken back to reality and turned to them, not knowing what to say. I wasn't worried about anybody else seeing them, the farm was big, and the road was a ways away, but I wondered how "I" would handle having them tumbling around almost naked on the yard!

"Gee Mister Johnson, it looks like your pants got wet too!"

Oh shit! The front of my slacks had a large stain on them from my load!

"Uh, yes, I guess the Kool-aid got me wet too." I smiled.