[18f] The only girl in scouts (truth or dare, gangbang, mild breeding)

(for context, this takes place in Rovers, which in Canadian scouts is 18-26 years old)

We’d known each other forever.

We played together through Beavers, and teased through Cubs. We’d share tents in Scouts, and flirt in Venturers. We had grown up together, we were practically family.

Except, well, families don’t do *this*.

It was the weekend after my 18th birthday, my initiation ceremony. We’d decided to perform it at camp and we were tenting in the backwoods, far from any other people.

The ceremony was over, and we were sitting around the fire, drinking the beer one of the older guys had brought and bantering. We joked, laughed, reminisced, and naturally, a game of truth or dare occurred.

They started off simple. Fuck, Marry, Kill. Dunk your head in the river. Most embarrassing moment.

And then the alcohol kicked in.

I don’t remember who suggested it, was it Ben, or Alex?

*Sit on his lap*

So I did.

I perched myself on your knees, staying as far from your lap as possible, teasing.

“Oh come on. I don’t bite”

Your hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer, my ass in contact with your growing member. Ben, Alex, *whoever* it was must have noticed and picked you specifically.

By then I was more than a little tipsy, and the heat in my veins prompted me to grind against your erection, chasing friction, contact, heat, relishing in the knowledge that I could do this to you.

“*Fuck*, Cleo”

The game went on. Shirts were removed, flies undone, secrets told. But after my performance on your lap more dates were directed at me.

Suck a guys finger. Kneel at his feet til your next turn. I was asked to remove a piece of clothing. I went for my scarf and you grabbed it to stop me. “I want you collared.”. Somehow that statement sent something through me, and reacted in turn, this newfound arousal prompting me to shed my bra instead. Rather inelegantly, but nobody was thinking enough to care.

Even when it wasn’t my turn, the game became about me.

“Are Cleo’s tits or her ass more hot?” “Kiss her” “Grope her” “Slip a finger in”

This challenge had fallen to you. You approached me, now on someone else’s lap, and leaned down, gaze fixed on mine. Your hands found the waistband of my skirt, one snaking through, traveling downwards, to cup my mound. Surely you had anticipated my wetness, but you still raised a brow suggestively when you found it. A finger running along my folds, a flick to my clit, and there it was: a digit inside. An intake of air as you curled you knuckle to hit all the right places, but it was over as soon as it had happened. You removed your hand and held a sticky finger in front of my face. Smirking, you said something. I don’t remember what, but in response I leaned forward, took it in my mouth, and sucked my juices off of it.

“I have a dare for you all” I said, suddenly brazen “you can do whatever you like to me tonight, but you have to come inside, no protection”

A smirk fell across my face as I stripped my uniform

“I want to leave this camp carrying”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/vhzoga/18f_the_only_girl_in_scouts_truth_or_dare