Cared by Twin daddies

Chapter 32

Mary stood looking out at the group of Senior Scouts. She sighed. How had they gotten to this point? How had they gone from the leading troop in cookie sales to the last? She had no idea and now she had to tell these girls that for the fourth year in a row they were not going to meet the Council's goal of 5,000 boxes of cookies. Her eyes scanned the young faces that were so eager to please. She'd been with these girls since they started scouts, ten years ago. Now all of them were Senior Scouts, all were eighteen, and all of them were ending their career in Scouting in just a few short weeks. The ending would be bitter if they didn't make their goal. She took a deep breath and called the meeting to order and then told them the bad news.

"What?" Annie whined. "That's not right. We work hard for the Council. . . and it isn't our fault they raised the prices of the cookies and now no one wants to buy them "

"Damn," muttered Jenny. "They even took the best ones away. Do you know how many people got pissed at me because they got rid of the mint ones? How bright was that?"

Mary arched her brow at Jenny and the perky blonde apologized for her language. Mary smiled and smoothed back her tight pony-tail. "I know it is frustrating, but we can't make people buy them."

"No. . .but f**k. Sorry," Dina blushed. "They took away the favorites. It's like the customers like one for a few years and then they just rip them away. Did you even taste the low-fat sappy s**t they tried to pass off last year? They brought that garbage back and then raised the prices too. Hell, that elf guy in the tree makes the same damn things and sells them a whole dollar cheaper."

With Dina tirade of words Mary knew she'd lost control of the girls. The conversation became heated and she allowed them to hash out ideas for several minutes before regaining control.

"Just f**k 'um," a voice from the back of the group muttered.

Everyone turned to look at the young girl in the back, the quiet one of the group. Angie sat there her eyes looking void of much emotion, though inside her head she was formulating a plan. "Just f**k who?" Jenny asked.

"The customers, the council, our parents. . . just f**k 'um. Tell them for every case they get a blow-job, every ten they get s*x and damn. . . if they buy more, they get two of us."

Mary's eyes grew wide in their sockets. "Angie "

"What? Come on. . .you know we'd make a lot of sells. Be the best year ever. . .maybe even earn a badge or something," Angie laughed.

Jenny turned back and grinned. Mary, however sat there in shock as the group of girls huddled together. Dina offered to have a party at her place that weekend. Her parents would be out of town so the girls and Mary could all get together there. Mary quickly disagreed to the entire thing and told the girls they were not going to sell cookies like that. The girls sighed and then chuckled, telling Mary they had only been kidding. As the meeting shifted to the Summer picnic plans Mary found herself thinking of Angie's suggestion. She blushed as she imagined offering herself up to her neighbor for a case of Lemon Lolly Swirls.

The weekend came and Mary caught herself several times wondering what the girls were up to. She was concerned that they were acting out on Angie's plan; so noon that Saturday, Mary was knocking on Dina's home and walking into a well coordinated meeting. Her eyes took in pie charts and maps of the town all colored coordinated, as were the girls.

Jenny had her long blonde hair pulled into a braid and from her blue summer dress it was apparent she was hitting the west side of town. Dina's red locks were piled high in a clip, her curls showering her shoulders, was wearing a green dress that matched the color that highlighted the east side of their small community. Annie wore yellow and her brunette locks hung loose down her back. She was covering the north, leaving Angie all dressed in red embracing the south. Mary sighed and shook her head in surprise. "Well... where do you want me? It is obvious you're going through with this. I may as well help."

The group grinned and hugged Mary then presented her with a rainbow patterned dress that matched the cut of the others. "We knew you'd be here," Dina said. "Had these all made up Wednesday. . . told mom it was for a play."

Mary chuckled and left the group. When she came back she was given a list of all the important people that worked in the community, but didn't live in town, but rather out in the country.

The group agreed to meet the following night at Dina's. Each one had their cell phones, condoms, and a Taser that Angie had stolen from her Dad the Police Chief and the weapons closet at the station.

The girls and Mary then left, each with a goal in mind, a map in hand, and an order form. . . blank.

Jenny smoothed down her Unofficial Blue Bunny Scout dress and walked confidently toward Mister Roger's house. Her knuckles wrapped on the door and when she heard footsteps behind it she quickly released the top three buttons of her dress. Mister Roger's opened the door and stared at the full-breasted blonde and sighed.

"Jenny, I told you I didn't want cookies this year. They are just too expensive. You're a great girl to have as a neighbor, but they just aren't worth it," Frank sighed. His eyes did take the time to notice the unbuttoned dress and the soft curves of the young t**s that were openly on display or so it seemed.

"I agree Mister Roger, so I wanted to offer you something that was." She pressed a small business card in his hand and waited for him to read it. When the door opened wider and her neighbor said "one case" Jenny stepped in and grinned wide.

Jenny had been in her neighbor's house lots of times, but always with her parents or Missus Roger. The older man now lived alone, his wife having passed away a few years ago. The door closed behind her and she looked expectantly at her customer.

"Where would you like to collect your ummm?" Frank's question trailed off.

"Anywhere you're comfortable," she whispered. She dropped her purse by the door and slipped closer to the seventy-year old widow. "I don't want to cause too much work on that pace-maker of yours." Jenny's hand slipped up the inside of Mister Roger's shirt and teased a n****e. Her smile rose as she felt it harden beneath her fingertip.

"I'll be fine Jenny. Let's go to the living room."

Frank watched the young woman walk toward the room indicated and he felt his c**k tingle. He'd not gotten a blow-job in years and he could almost feel his neighbor's sweet lips surrounding his d**k. He watched her turn toward him and Frank slid into his easy chair. His hands moving to his belt buckle.

"Oh let me Mister Roger," Jenny smiled. She slid down to her knees and ran her hands up and down his thighs. "Mmm... you still have what it takes don't you?" she mumbled, her mouth pressing soft kisses up the sides of his khaki pants. She got to his crotch and ran her tongue over the cloth-covered bulge; her teeth nipped the top gently once she made her way to it.

"Impressive," she winked as she took in the large outline that rested under her mouth.

Her hand ran firmly over his bulge and up to his belt.

"Glad you like," he groaned as he watched her slim, young fingers work away the belt and the button of his pants, then the zipper.

Once Jenny had the older man's c**k out she was more then impressed. "f**k. I'll let you ram that baby into me for a case," she muttered.

Frank puffed out his chest, full of pride, "Better not overwork the pace-maker, remember?"

"Damn," Jenny grabbed his stiffened member and eased it as well as his balls from his boxers. Her fingers played over the tip and down the swollen veins, before they came to rest on his testicles, where her nails played over them. "A titty f**k and you can have a couple more boxes."

"Deal."

Jenny grinned and swallowed his balls with one great thrust of her mouth. She sucked on the twin spheres, rolling them between her lips and tongue before increasing the motion with her clenching jaw. Her hand wrapped around his d**k and she stroked him for several long minutes while she nuzzled his s*x and drew the twin spheres deeper into her mouth. Her tongue lapped over the crevices and the hairs tickled her cheeks, but she didn't care. Her eyes were watching the already massive tool in her hand continue to stretch and her p***y was becoming slick with come as she thought of abandoning the twin balls in order to inhale the hard shaft.

"Ohhh yeah," Frank muttered as his balls were swimming in her mouth. He grabbed her long blond hair, the braid loosening in his grip and brought her up from his d**k. "Suck it. Suck it hard for those cookies Jenny," he groaned.

She grinned and opened her mouth. His c**k was plunged deep as her fingers toyed with his testicles. Jenny felt the tip of his s*x slam against the back of her throat. She angled her head so that his shaft could go deeper and as she accepted him into her warm haven her fingers went in search of her p***y. Jenny bobbed up and down on his s*x as she finger-f****d herself. She moaned against his c**k and when he gasped for breath and ordered her to bring her t**s up she released her s*x and his.

"Mmm..." Jenny smiled. Her slick p***y juices coated her fingers and she licked them clean. She grabbed her large breasts and watched Mister Roger slide his d**k between them. "Ohh yeah. Are you gonna come on me?" she asked.

Frank knew the deal. He knew that to come on her would cost him another two boxes. He didn't care though. "f**k yeah," he growled.

Jenny grinned and began moving her massive breasts up and down. The head of his s*x came out between her white globes and her mouth was there to receive it. She swallowed stream after stream of pre c*m. Soon she was swallowing his seed and then wearing them. He shot his load into her mouth and though it was rare for him to come twice the young beauty managed too make him and that shot streamed down her chin and across her breasts. "Ahhh..." Frank moaned. He watched his d**k slide between the soft flesh and shuddered when she gathered some of the come from her t**s and lapped it from her fingers.

"Mmm...," she grinned. "Nice."

"Uh huh," he answered back.

"Thanks Mister Roger. You enjoy your sixteen boxes of cookies."

Jenny waved goodbye and headed down the street to visit Mike and Melinda Baker. Once there she managed to sell ten cases to each one of them and another twenty when they all joined in at the same time. It was a couple hours worth of work, but she didn't mind, nor did they. When four-thirty came around Jenny realized she was hungry for more then come and waited at the parking lot of the local Ice Cream shop. Her fingers toyed with her cherry slurpie and she thought that if her mother heard from any of these men that what he had done she would be grounded for weeks.

Not to mention the therapy that would come along with it. Being the younger child of Judith Simpson was not at easy like her friends thought…