Sometimes the Scout Leader receives “A good turn.” [MF]

Scout Leader appreciation ideas.

Names changed, but you need to know the characters to appreciate the story.
Ben – One of my cub scouts, he was with me from first grade until fourth grade. Ben was very intelligent but also had ADHD. He could be a bit of a handful especially with his impulse control issues. In the 4 years I had Ben, I only met his mom once. His mom was in her late 20’s, divorced, and catching up on all the partying she missed when she became pregnant with Ben shortly after High School. Ben participated in scouts with his Grandmother and step Grandfather. The fact that his mom was reliving her second childhood is probably why Ben could be a little unruly, and probably the reason he spent as much time as he did with his grandparents. One thing I learned about kids from my Scout Leader days is that many times, the reason the kid seems shitty is because the parents are shitty. The kid is just adapting to life the best they can from having shitty parents and an unstructured home life.

Bev – Ben’s Grandmother. Technically she was a Grandmother, age wise she was only in her upper 50’s. She was a great help with the scouts, she would plan events, contact people to teach various elements we were covering, head up craft and woodworking projects, she truly did anything she could to help. She was quite resourceful and a great help to me. She is about 5’5” tall, around 100 pounds. She seemed to be a little bit of a hippie flower child in manner, and always seemed to enjoy her despair. If you were having a challenging day, she would tell you how much worse hers was. She seemed to revel in her gloominess, but she was always a friendly face and comfort. She came to most of the scout meetings but sent her second husband Jim for Scout campouts.

Jim – Ben’s step Grandfather. Jim was very good with Ben and the outdoor events. He would be very flexible until it was time to be a bit more stern with Ben for acting up. Most of time Ben would fall back in line with the rest of the boys after a mere counselling from Jim. Jim was maybe 60 and worked at a local military base as a civilian, but he may have been in the armed forces in some capacity earlier in his life. I got the impression he did not approve of Ben’s mom’s frivolity when it came to being a functional mom.
Sadly, when Ben was in the second grade his grandfather Jim had a heart attack at work and died. For the next two years Bev was involved in every Scout activity with Ben.

Jump to the Third grade year in scouting;
To teach a bunch of elementary age boys, you need to keep the content to 20 minutes and interject humor to keep interest. I would also use vocabulary words that were just a little above their age to introduce new words. As an example, I told the boys that when they waste our time chattering to each other, I would also waste our time chattering to them. Hence, they learned what both a soliloquy is and the Prologue to Canterbury Tales. They knew I would get back on topic when they got back on topic.

I don’t remember what I was teaching that night, but I wanted to portray a sense of something in the reading that was shocking and unseemly. I remember reading something that made the reader want to feel a sense of surprise dreed, so I translated the meaning to the boys as “Imaging being at your grandparent’s house and your grandparents walk around in their underwear, ewe that is gross.”
The boys laughed and as usual we closed out the last 10 minutes of the meeting playing on the playground.
Three days later Bev emails me with the details for our next meeting. At the bottom of the email she says “Mr. Rooty_Poot, I took offense when you described seeing your Grandparents in their underwear as gross. I am a grandmother and I am not gross at all.”
I typed “I apologize, I did not mean to offend you, I bet you look wonderful in your underwear!”
I see nothing in my email box for the next hour. I hope I didn’t offend here and I go on to other work.
After lunch I get a reply, “Mr. Rooty_Poot do not mock me or make fun of me, I am a lonely women and I do not need teasing.”
I replied “I am not making fun nor mocking you. I would love to see you in your underwear!”
Several nervous minutes go by, then my inbox lights up.
“Are you serious? Do not tease me please.”
I typed “Bev I am not teasing you, in fact I have a raging boner right now and a wet spot on my khakis just thinking about it.”
I don’t remember the rest of the conversation per se, but we agreed to meet at her house the next day for lunch to “Talk.”
The next day I drove over to Bev’s house on my lunchbreak. She greets me at the door along with a pissed off bulldog. She lets me in and says to wait here until I put the dog up. She puts the dog on the screened in porch and saunters back to me.
She said “What did you want to talk about?”
I grabbed her face and gently pulled her lips to mine while saying “Let’s talk about the raging boner you give me.” And I kiss her softly but deeply. I am kissing her slowly, but my hands are at a determined pace. I have one hand behind her head wrapped in her hair and caressing her scalp, the other hand is on her ass grabbing tightly the fold where ass meets thigh. Both hands are on her ass, lightly picking her up and squeezing her soft butt. Now, my hand moves to her waist and up her ribs where I first encounter her skin. Damn her skin is soft, like silky soft. One hand goes to her back rubbing from waist to shoulders, the other hand is rubbing her torso as close to her tits as I can without committing to touch her tits. Again, her skin’s softness is unreal. It is just so smooth and lustrous. I cannot keep my hands off of her. Likewise, my lips want to feel skin so I move to kissing her neck. She mutters “I guess we are doing this?” and then she starts unbuttoning my shirt. She pulls my shirt off and drops it by the front door. She rubs her fingers through my chest and says “I love a hairy Chest.”
I move my hand from her back to her waist and inside the back of her dress and underwear. Unreal the softness of her ass! I squeeze and glide my fingers all over her ass. She moves her hands to my belt buckle and starts undoing my pants. Buttons, then zipper, then my pants fall to the floor.
I move to start shimmying her dress down her waist, she stops me and backs away. She looks me over, wearing only my boxers, and says “Let’s see that boner you mentioned.” She reaches forwards and tussles my dick out through the fly slit. It throbs, she holds it and looks it over for a second. I am average size, maybe 6 to 6.5 inches but not very thick in circumference. She turns around still holding my dick and starts walking pulling me along like a toy on a string. I have no choice but to follow her. She walks holding me to her bed room and says “Lay on the bed.” She meticulously removes her clothes and lays them on the chair as not to wrinkle them. As she takes off her bra I see the most gorgeous C cup titties. Her nipples are pink and hard, they look like thumbs hitch hiking they are so swollen. She removes her panties, I see the neatly groomed patch of silver pubic hair. She lays beside me and says “how do you want to do this?” I say “As tastily as I can.”
I lean over and star kissing her chest. I cup her breast and lick around those nipples, circling her nipples and sucking her breast. After I while I put her nipples in my mouth and apply a bit of pressure to them. Her skin is so soft and delicious. I hear her breathing change; it flutters as my tongue flirts with her nipples.
I give her titties love for a few minutes then I start kissing my way down her belly. I play with her belly button for a minute while positioning myself better, then I skip to kissing her thighs. I can smell her essence and I want to taste it. I move closer to her pussy as I am kissing her thighs. Eventually, I get to her labia and start long soft licks up and down her slit. She whimpers. At the top of her slit I notice how soft her pubic hair is, I nuzzle my nose in it for a different stimulus for her, then I lick her clitoris. She buckles slightly. So I lick all the way up and down her slit slowly a few times, then a little more lick of her clitoris. She is wet and writhing. I start focusing on sucking and pulling her labia with my lips. As I Do this I am warming up her hole to the feel of my fingers. She seems to be enjoying this. When my fingers are soaked in her juices I start sucking on here clitoris. My fingers move in a half inch deeper. Circle , circle suck and roll the clit between my lips with pressure. Two fingers inside her about 1 inch looking for the G-spot pad. Suckle, suckle on the clit. Wave come her with my fingertips. She writhes and moans. Hands grabbing my head. Me bobbing in waves sucking her clit. Fingers wiggling. I do this for 10ish minutes, she seems to stuck on a plateau of 7 or 8 out of ten. I cannot break the plateau. Suck, suck, wiggle, wiggle. This has worked many times with others, what’s wrong? Her juice is running down my chin and my wrist, surely this feels good, right? I go another 5-ish minutes and she pulls my head up, kisses me deeply, and says to lay on my back. I roll off her looking at her beautiful body as I do so.
She grabs my dick as I lay back, she looks at it while stroking its length and says “It has been a while since I have done this, I may be a bit rusty. I said “Take all the time you need.” She then straddles my body, legs to either side, and holding my dick guides it into her pussy hole. Oh My God! This woman is tight and wet. I slid in rather easily as she slowly sinks down my cock until her hips are on mine with 6 inches of my meat inside her. She starts rolling her hips in a way that I can feel her cervix circling and teasing the head of my cock. She rocks like this for a while her head tilted back, eyes closed as I run my fingers across her ass the other hand on her tits. She whimpers and flutters her breath while rocking like soft ocean waves on my throbbing cock. Her lower back is glistened with sweat. Her breathing erratic and her hips rocking slowly grinding my cock against her vaginal ceiling and sides. I just hold her and rub her erogenous zones as she rhythmically moves me deeper inside her. After about 10 minutes of this her breathing intensifies and with a loud moan she collapses on my chest kissing me. When she catches her breath she asks “What does it take to make you cum?” I said “I only need your permission to cum.”
She replied “Cum in me, I want to feel you drip out of me the rest of the day.” I roll her onto her back, my cock still inside her and carefully pick up the pace using full strokes of my dick in and out of her. I am going easy but I can see her tits jiggle with every forward thrust. After a few minutes I let out a slight moan. She Says “Cum in me, please.” I pick up the pace maybe 5 to 10 thrusts more and look her in the eyes as I flood her pussy with my juices. OH Fuck this was a big orgasm. I collapse onto her and can still feel my dick throbbing inside her as I can feel her vaginal muscles squeezing the last drops of me into her. We lay there letting the primal sweat dry. I have a habit of slight body tremors after a good fuck. As I explain the body twitches as normal, she tells me her husband Jim was impotent and she has not had a dick inside her in many years. I tell her “Jim was missing a great experience.” She smiled and said thank you for being patient with me. We chatted further until we realized her lunch hour was up 10 minutes ago. We kissed, dressed, and caressed each other out the door. We got close a few times after that until I moved away from that town. I still have a place in my heart for her and an aching desire for her.
I have a few more stories of Bev so I won’t tell the ending now. Please let me know if this story was enjoyable to you and what recommendations you would have should I write more. Thank you for reading.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jmpis8/sometimes_the_scout_leader_receives_a_good_turn_mf