SCOUT MAXWELL Chapter 2 - The Campsite

After everyone else had disappeared, Scoutmaster Stone led me into his tent. We finally were together and alone. He didn't say anything; he just sat down next to me and started to run his huge hands over my body. I immediately started to feel butterflies in my stomach. I was excited and nervous. My heart pounded in my ears.He began to undress me. I could feel his warm, minty breath tickling the soft hairs on my face. I reached out and fondled his giant, muscular thighs before moving across to the large bulge in his pants.He started undressing himself. He unzipped his flies. His dick was rock hard and scarily large. I started to lick it and kiss it. It was almost impossible to get the whole thing inside my mouth without gagging, but I persevered and eventually felt it sliding into my throat. My hole contracted nervously as his dick entered me. I knew I needed to stay calm and quiet but it was painful. I tried my hardest to relax and eventually I was able to enjoy the sensation. Then, of course, I couldn't get enough of it! He pounded me harder and harder. He was slamming into me with force, punching his dick deep into my stomach. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass cheeks. It was ecstatic. Orgasmic. Pleasurable beyond words. There was something utterly addictive about knowing I was pleasing him - knowing my body was simply a vessel for his sexual gratification.