GERMAN SCOUT – LIA WILL DEN JOB UND FICKT ALTEN SACK UND LECKT SEINEN ARSCH

The sun was setting over the lush, green woods, painting the sky in vivid shades of orange and pink. Amidst the rustling leaves and chirping birds, there was an unsettling stillness, as if the forest held its breath. Deep within the tangled underbrush, a tent flap fluttered, revealing a snippet of sweaty flesh and a scalp glistening under greasy blond bangs. The unmistakable sound of grunting and wet sucking emanated from within, punctuated by lewd moans of teenage hormone-fueled lust.

Inside the cramped, damp confines of the tent, the stench was overwhelming – a heady mix of body odor, stale beer, and the pungent musk of pent-up male arousal. In the dim, flickering light of a cheap camping lantern, three figures writhed and bucked against each other on a filthy sleeping bag.

At the center of this sordid three-way was Lia, the precocious young German scout, her wide eyes glazed over with an incredulous mix of shame and exhilaration. Her lithe, nubile body was splayed out, one leg dangling off the edge of the sleeping bag while the other was hitched up towards her pale chest, the torn crotch of her diminutive scout shorts exposing her bare, hairless slit. Thick ropes of saliva clung to her perfectly kissable lips, trailing down her chin and dripping onto her budding teenage breasts, barely contained by a tight, sweat-stained scout shirt.

“Mmmnnngh…fuck, you’re such a dirty little girl, Lia,” disconnected from himself, stammered an older scout, his wrinkled hands gripping her slender hips, his ancient cock rubbing against her fruity peach crease. His grizzled, unshaven jaw worked overtime as he gazed down at her, drool and spittle crusting the corners of his mouth. “You like this, you filthy slut? You like having two old cocks all over you?”

The third man, a pockmarked, rawboned youth of about 18, knelt between Lia’s thighs, his own blanket crudely obscuring his own punking presence. With a grunt, he speared his bright red cock into Lia’s puffy black peach, eliciting a squeal from the bound girl.

“Ohhh, ja…oh, fucking shit, your boy-cunt feels so good squeezing my boyfriend,” the pockmarked youth grunted, the wet slurping sounds filling the tent as he speared his cock in and out of Lia’s sopping fuckhole. “Mmmph…gonna pump you full of cum, you dirty little girl.”

“Mmmhn fuck yesss…ih wanna cum…ahhh…fuck my twat!” Lia jibber-jabbered, lost in her rockhead daze. Her hips bucked frantically, grinding her dripping wet nakednike socks against anything she could feel. She gripped the older scout’s ancient freak grape hard, squeezing it like a berry in her soft, grasping fingers.

The two wankers took turns hilting Lia’s pink cunny and shoving their old old cocks down her gasping gullet, grunting and sweating and groaning as they used up all her fuckholes in tandem. There was no tenderness, no mutual pleasure in their coupling – only desperate rutting, devoid of finesse or gentleness.

“Gotta…gonna…fuck!” The pockmarked youth gave a sudden howl, slamming himself to the hilt inside Lia’s cunt. His balls constricted, then unloaded a massive, watery spurt of jizz deep into the captive girl’s quivering cunt. Lia’s eyes rolled back, her tongue lolling out as she felt the hot smegma ooze into her defiled chamber.

With a groan of his own, the older scout buried Lia’s face in his sweaty, overhanging abdomen, obliterating her already normalized air pipe. With difficulty, he gurgled out, “I…I’m gonna cum! Open wide, you little cocksucker!”

The old titan pulsated once– twice– three times, then spurted a massive loogie of hot jizz down Lia’s constricted throat. Lia swallowed convulsively, gagging as the noxious barf crept up her throat. Vaguely, she was aware of a tangy, stale taste assaulting her nostrils, and she realized the old scout had just blown his rotten old cum all over her tonsils.

As the two men finished bathing Lia’s fuckholes in ropes of thick cum, the scout tent took on a thick, syrupy consistency – musky and acrid, the way cum always smells. The cacaphonic moans of the three men and Lia’s whimpering mewls faded to the dull, rhythmic sloshing and swallowings sounds as they collapsed together, cocks and tits and asses all interlocking in a sordid tableau of self-loathing.

Eventually, when the night was long gone and the first rays of dawn light crept into the reveling trio’s makeshift cum-slum, the dazed young cumdump was pried loose from the sweaty login of the two men, her uniform ripped and stained, a smear of crusty cum matting her chopped cunt fur. Pink-eyed and thoroughly fucked-out, she staggered from the tent on wobbly legs, a final globule of scrotum bilge dribbling down her quivering thigh.

As she pissed on the dew-moistened grass and staggered to the scout camp’s communal shower, the satisfied wankers in the tent adjusted their pants and struck an uncompromising throb of obduracy again. Another successful slut-liberation campaign had come to a close. They were the captains of their destinies, the masters of their fate…and the gatekeepers of Lia’s gashes, forevermore.