Phineas & Ferb: Fireside Tales/Chapter 3

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Adyson tensed up and thrust her hips forward as she had an orgasm. Rubbing herself off while thinking about her daddies was enough to send her over the edge. Part of her really wished they were here at their campsite right now, even though this was supposed to be girls' night out.

"Yeah, I think you have us all beat." Katie said. "You might actually be the biggest slut out of all of u- okay, that came out wrong."

"It's fuh... fine, I know what you meant." Adyson gasped as she came down from her climax. She started masturbating halfway through her story and managed to hold herself back until she finished. Granted, near the end she kind of hastened on the details, but the other girls didn't seem to notice. Katie slipped up next to Isabella, and the two were rubbing each other off. Holly had climbed on top of Milly and were engaged in a missionary trib. It was a little strange to watch a girl ride back and forth on top of another girl like a guy would, but it was still very hot to watch.

"Mn, wish I had my own daddies." Isabella sighed dreamily.

"I could bring you over some time and introduce you to my daddies. Any of you, really." Adyson looked around at them one at a time. As her eyes drifted over Holly and Milly, she couldn't help but feel a tinge of exasperation. Such good stories being told, and they weren't listening to any of them!

"I'd take you up on that." Gretchen said. "I tried to start a gangbang. It... didn't go so well."

"How does a girl fail to start a gangbang?" Katie asked. "How does one of US fail to start a gangbang?!"

* * *

There was an upheaval at the Fireside Girl camp for the past few months. The local boy scout troops had to bunk at the camp while their own was being renovated. It was supposed to be only a few days, but days turned into weeks as the funding for the renovation project, as well as most of the camp itself, was promptly stolen by space pirates. Last Gretchen heard, a local mechanic chased them to the moons of Jupiter to retrieve them.

Until everything was returned to its proper position, the renovation was at a standstill, and the boy scouts continued to hang around the camp, obsessing about tying the perfect knot and reciting their beloved Codes of Honor from memory.

Gretchen hid away in her cabin. She was sprawled out naked on the bottom bunk, flicking her sensitive pink bean and watching the boys just outside her window practice tying up a double-loop double-grip cow hitch. The only kind of knot she was interested in was that of her dog dildo, which she unfortunately forgot back at her house.

Her hand alone just couldn't satisfy her anymore. Even as she was in the throes of her orgasm, she was discontent. The feeling of the knot stretching her labia far apart as the tip probed her cervix... it made her dizzy just thinking about it. At the moment, she craved it above all else.

Gretchen would be soliciting the boys right now, but the boys weren't biting. They called the girls yucky and refused to interact with them; the fact that the Scoutmasters could get them to move into one of the girls' cabin was a miracle in and of itself.

Gretchen saw the Fireside Girls Scoutmaster cross the window, and she quickly ducked down and threw on her uniform just in time for the Scout Master to open up the door to the cabin.

"Anyone in here?" the Scout Master asked.

"Y-yeah!" Gretchen gasped, swinging her legs off the bed and hopping off the bed. "I was just resting my eyes!"

"Ah, good. One of the boy scouts found a box of spare uniforms in the cabin they're staying in, and now they refuse to enter the cabin. Go and move it into the main cabin." she sounded exasperated, and for good reason. For all the talk about Codes of Honor, these boy scouts sure were high maintenance.

"Alright." Gretchen answered. She left the cabin with the Scoutmaster and made her way to the cabin the boy scouts were using. For reasons she couldn't understand, they went out of their way to avoid interacting with anything related to the girls as much as possible. If she didn't know better, Gretchen would suspect they were too busy mounting each other at night to be interested in girls, but given how boring they were, their Codes of Honor probably didn't support this action. "No buggery allowed ever" or whatever.

Ignoring the boy scouts giving her a wide berth, Gretchen made her way to the cabin they were staying in. The Scoutmaster split up halfway there after receiving a call on her phone. The inside of the boys' cabin was surprisingly clean, given the inherent nature of boys; it must have been part of their scout discipline.

Gretchen found the box of uniforms easily enough; the boy scouts had set up their personal effects at the foot of their bunks, save for the very back, where three of the bunks were noticeably bare. It didn't take long to find them underneath the center bunk.

She carried the box to the Scoutmaster's cabin, struggling for a brief moment on opening the door while trying to balance the heavy box on one knee. She had never been inside the Scoutmaster's cabin before. It was basically an office and living quarters rolled into one. The PA system and computer were on a desk next to the door, and two different windows gave her full view of the entire camp. The bed was on the other side of the cabin, next to the door leading into the bathroom.

Gretchen set the box down in the corner, and she was about to head out of the cabin when something caught her eye as she turned around. Sitting on the bed was a magazine and a CD player and headset. The magazine cover had a young boy in a boy scout outfit sprawled out on a bed, his uniform pulled awau to expose his fit body. Gretchen's heart started racing immediately. She never knew the Scoutmaster was into little boys. This was a saucy revelation, not one to ruthlessly hang over a head, but one that she found solidarity in. Unlike the rest of her troop, she didn't want big daddies or large muscle men plowing her, but energetic little boys just learning how to warm their little meats inside her oven, with the occasional dog on the side.

The CD player was also investigated, since it was sitting right next to the magazine. The CD inside was unlabeled, but when Gretchen put on the headset and pressed play on the CD player.

There was only silence and minor microphone feedback at first, but then a voice spoke.

"It may not be clear to you at first. Listen to this again and again until you are fully enlightened."

Gretchen continued to listen, trying her best to put aside all the various questions running through her head just in case she missed something important. At first there was nothing except the sound of ocean waves crashing against rocks. Then she heard distant voices amongst the ambient noise. They got progressively louder until they drowned out the din of the waves. Then Gretchen was able to make out what the voices were saying.

"Come on! Take it off already!"

"It tickles!"

"The tips are getting so wet!"

They were the voices of little boys, except for one of them. The first voice Gretchen heard wasn't a boy, but a girl, perhaps somewhere around her age. There was the rustling of clothes and the loud FWAP! of a towel being draped out on top of a sandy beach. The sound was so vivid, Gretchen could almost see the scene unfolding in her mind's eye.

It took her a minute to realize she somehow WAS actually seeing the scene unfolding right before her. A young girl lay sprawled out on a large beach towel. A bunch of boys of the same age surrounded her. They were pulling off their clothes one by one; two were already naked and rubbing their little peens together.

One boy spread the girls legs apart and slipped in between them, probing her plump pussy lips with his little boy meat. Two more boys flanked the girls sides and guided her hands to their dicks.

Gretchen watched with intense jealousy. This was the very thing she dreamed about every night, to be surrounded by boys taking turns fucking every available hole. Her hand moved down between her legs, hiking her skirt up to better access her pussy. She toggled her clit underneath her panties, watching the illusion before her and wishing she was in that girl's position.

"There's nothing wrong with indulging in a little fantasy." the voice narrated in the headphones. "But why fantasize when you could experience it yourself?"

Gretchen took a few seconds to realize what had happened. Boys were suddenly standing around her, her clothes had disappeared, and she could feel the heat of the sun on her skin and the rough texture of the towel on her butt. She had suddenly taken the spot of the girl between all of the boys.

The boy between her legs pumped his dick in and out of her. His hands were gripped tightly around her waist, and he was huffing like a bull. Gretchen relaxed on the towel and jerked off the boys thrusting into her hands.

It was incredible just how powerful the boy's dick was inside her pussy despite being only about four inches. Her body was tingling with delight, a powerful orgasm quickly building up in the pit of her stomach. More boys were crowding around her, joyously jerking themselves off and waiting impatiently for their turn.

The boy fucking her twitched and let out a shocked cry as he experienced what must have been his first orgasm. He was too young to produce any sperm, so nothing came out. His dick throbbed against Gretchen's G-spot as he rode out his orgasm.

"Hey come on! Don't hog her pussy!" one of the other boys complained. He pulled the first boy out of Gretchen, tossing him back onto the sand where he lay trembling. His boy peen was sticking straight up, still throbbing as he came down from his orgasm. The new boy wasted no time in plunging into Gretchen.

The boys took turns fucking Gretchen for who knows how long. She was coasting on a steady, but intense wave of bliss, but she had still yet to cum. The boys on either side of her were fucking into her clenched hands, trembling as they hit their climax and then getting replaced by another boy. Gretchen couldn't imagine how a CD could cause this to happen, but she was not going to question it for now. She wanted to savor every possible moment.

The last boy to dip into her pussy was easily the largest one out of all of them. She looked down as he moved up between her legs and saw his surprisingly large erection throbbing against her pubis and clit. He guided it to Gretchen's drooling pussy lips and clumsily stabbed into the pink slit with his dick.

Gretchen gasped with delight as he plunged into her. His dick filled her up and nearly managed to touch bottom against her cervix; even though she saw it first, it was still a huge shock to her system after getting violated by all the other much smaller cocks. Her tight vaginal muscles pulled back the foreskin, and the ridged head scraped against her G-spot. Gretchen wrapped her legs around his waist to keep him from pulling out even if he wanted to.

The boy came down on top of her started thrusting into her. It became readily apparent that he was much more skilled than the other boys up until now. And much more intimate, it seemed; he wrapped his arms around her and held her close as he fucked her. His mop of blonde hair draped around his face, and with the sun shining through made it look like a halo, granting him the appearance of an angel.

Gretchen's body quivered. Her bliss was starting to spiral out of control, and she hung onto the boy for dear life. She was less interested in being treated like a bride on her honeymoon, but the intimacy still made the pit of her stomach tingle.

The boy's pacing picked up very quickly. He lowered his head as he thrust his dick in and out of Gretchen's pussy with seeming desperation. He made small grunts as he tried his hardest to hit his climax.

After a few minutes of vigorous fucking, the boy slammed his hips into Gretchen and went stiff. Gretchen could feel his thick, gooey sperm splashing into her. Images of a pastry bag injecting a donut with custard filled her mind. The boy's dick throbbed violently inside her, then suddenly, it gushed with the volume of a garden hose, filling her to the brim with his seed.

Gretchen's eyes rolled in the back of her head as she hit her orgasm. Endorphins flooded her brain, filling her from head to toe with a wonderful heat. This orgasm was much more powerful than any she experienced before. Her vision of the boy exploded in a shower of sparks and she tumbled into blackness, overwhelmed by the bliss.

The voice spoke to her again.

"This is the fantasy you crave." it said. "Share these lessons with those you lust for, and all your dreams will come true."

When Gretchen came to, she was sprawled out on the bed in the Scoutmaster's cabin. The area between her legs felt numb, and her limbs were heavy like she just ran a mile. The feeling of her clothes back on her body in the immediate aftermath of an orgasm felt very wrong, and she had to resist the urge to rip them off.

Gretchen looked over at the clock. It looked like she wasn't even there for ten minutes. The headphones were still on her head; she took them off. It was a minor miracle that the Scoutmaster hadn't returned and caught Gretchen snooping around in her stuff.

Quickly straightening up her uniform, Gretchen hopped off the bed and put the magazine and headphones in the same position she left them and hurried out of the cabin. She returned to her cabin, where the CD's last words continued to echo in her mind.

"This is the fantasy you crave. Share these lessons with those you lust for, and all your dreams will come true."

It was pretty self-explanatory. Share the CD with the boys. After listening to it, Gretchen felt quite elated, like she was constantly coasting on a light wave of arousal even after coming down from her climax. She was pretty certain that even the boys couldn't resist whatever power this CD had.

Question was, how did she share it among all the boys? Jamming a pair of headphones on each and every one of their heads and converting them one at a time was time consuming, not to mention they wouldn't even let her get within ten feet of them. She needed a way to convert all of them at once with the CD, and from a distance.

* * *

Technology was, of course, mankind's greatest invention, just after sliced bread, explosions, and the dildo. People had long ago invented a device that could project music across large distances for the sole purpose of annoying parents and old people.

Gretchen went to the Fireside Girls storehouse later that night to find one. The Loyal Sisterhood of the Fireside Girls was over 70 years old, and the storehouse was filled with things collected from over the decades.

It didn't take long for Gretchen to find a playback device, but boy was it ancient! It was a large wooden box with a long arm with a small spike on the end for the disc reader, and the speaker was a device that looked like a long, massive funnel coming out of the top. It looked like it would fall apart the instant she tried to use it, but it appeared to be the only playback device on the entire camp.

Gretchen hauled the playback device to the boys' cabin and set it down next to one of the open windows, careful to not make any noise while she did it and risk compromising her plan. Then she snuck back to the Scoutmaster's cabin, where the Scoutmaster had long since fallen asleep after giving the lights out order, and snagged the CD out of the player. She'd return it as soon as she was done with it; the Scoutmaster would never know it was gone.

"Geaauhh! I got the chills all of a sudden!" One of the boys said as Gretchen got into position. "It's not even that cold out tonight!"

"Well take off your uniform and come on over here!" another boy said. "We got plenty of room!"

What exactly they were doing, Gretchen would never find out. She wanted to poke her head up and peer through the window, but refrained due to the risk of being discovered and ruining her plans. She put the CD on the ancient turntable, put the needle into place and turned it on.

The air was immediately filled with the most horrible grinding noise Gretchen ever heard. It was like drills going in both ears and rattling her brain. She tried to cup her hands over her ears, but it didn't drown out the cacophany one iota.

Gretchen quickly slapped the needle arm off of the CD to turn it off then ran away. No doubt everyone in the campsite heard the static and would come investigate in no time. Gretchen hurried back to the girl's cabin to hide. When she opened up the door, however, she heard shuffling around and peculiar grumbling inside the cabin. Lights out was over an hour ago, so they would have been asleep before the noise woke them up. Gretchen flicked the light switch on to see what was going on, and right in front of her were several pairs of dead-eyed stares.

"AAAUUUUUHHHHH!" Gretchen screamed and stumbled back out of the door, tumbling down the steps and landing on her butt in the dirt. The other Fireside Girls shambled out of the doorway. Their movements were very awkward and lethargic. In a just world, Gretchen would have noticed them after she opened the door, but before actually entering the room.

It was at that moment a horrible revelation came over Gretchen. She recognized those movement anywhere; the girls had been turned into zombies! She didn't understand how or even when, especially because she was just inside the cabin not even ten minutes ago. Though for acting like zombies, the girls didn't really look like zombies. Gretchen would know, as she was quite the expert on zombies.

For starters, their flesh wasn't decayed like a normal zombie. They also seemed to move their hands across their own bodies and the hems of their uniforms with some sort of vague objective, like they were trying to take off their clothes. Gretchen taught a class once every week about zombie survival tips and how to combat them, but she imagined that they would not be recognizable, and she could dispatch them without issue. How could she kill the Fireside Girls she has known for so long? Even if she was armed with a proper weapon, how could she bring herself to dispatch these zombies when they looked so familiar? She never considered this problem before.

Umm, Gretchen? Could you get back to the story, please?

Yeah, I'm not into masturbating to zombies.

Oh, right. Got carried away. Sorry.

Gretchen backed away from the zombies, if you could even call them that. She found her footing just as they descended upon her, catching her uniform in their grip and tearing them off her body. The first thing to go was her skirt, leaving her in her stockings, shoes and panties from the waist down. They clutched at her panties next with unmistakable purpose. They certainly weren't zombies, or at least the flesh-eating kind, but they did have a mindless obsession of a different sort.

It was easy to put two and two together. The CD, even though it didn't work as intended, seemed to still have some kind of effect on the girls. And on Gretchen herself, now that she was thinking about it; the terrible noise from the ancient CD player put her on defense and pushed her libido out of her mind, but as the shock wore off, Gretchen realized that her body felt hotter than normal, almost like she was back on the sun-soaked beach in the illusion the CD created.

And if the CD affected the girls...

Gretchen wrenched herself away from the girls' grip and sprinted towards the boys' cabin. The girls shambled towards her at a fast pace, faster than what Gretchen anticipated a zombie could move, but then they were still alive and not decaying corpses. They were almost upon her as she grabbed the knob to the door of the boys' cabin and threw it open.

Same as what happened with the girls' cabin, the boys - in various states of undress - stumbled out of the cabin with blank stares and slack-jawed expressions. Gretchen's theory that they were hungry for sex and not brains was confirmed, as the boys who happened to be naked sported huge erections that were likely not possible otherwise. Most of the boys were cut, and even those that weren't had the head poking out of the foreskin, and all of them were drooling precum everywhere. They clashed with the girls in a huge scrum as they ripped each other's clothes off and collapsed in a frenzied orgy. The boys wasted no time in thrusting their dicks in whatever hole they could find, and likewise, the girls were more than eager to stuff their pussies and mouths with whatever dick wasn't currently being used.

Gretchen stood at the doorway, watching the orgy unfolding before her with equal amounts of relief and envy. She wanted nothing more than to join them, but having sex with zombies, real or otherwise, was not something she was into, and certainly not because the boys would not be able to explore her body and their sexuality at their leisure.

Yeah, that really sucked.

Well, I mean, at least you got to have sex on the beach with that weird CD.

So... wait, was that everything?

No! I'm not done yet! Don't interrupt!

Gretchen lowered her guard down too early; her video game experience should have taught her differently. There were three more boys still inside the cabin, and they got her from behind as she was watching the boys and girls grind and pound into each other.

"Ahhh!" Gretchen cried out. Her glasses were knocked away, and as she tried to right herself and scrambled to retrieve them, the boys piled on top of her.

With frenzied hands, the boys tore off her clothes. One boy straddled her face and shoved his dick into her mouth. Another boy forced her legs apart and plunged the full length of his dick into her pussy.

Gretchen moaned through the dick in her mouth. Somehow, their dicks were even larger than the last boy in the CD. It must have had some sort of effect to bring their dicks to their maximum potential. The cock in her mouth extended all the way to the back of her throat. It wasn't anywhere as big as the dick that Isabella choked down, but the fact that this one belonged to a little boy made it all the more intimidating.

The third boy didn't have a hole to dip into, so he contented himself by grinding his peen against her leg. He was oozing precum all over her leg. It flooded out like he was peeing. The other boys leaked copious amounts of precum as well. Gretchen had to swallow frequently to deal with the one in her mouth. It was a sweet, yet salty taste. The boy angled himself as he face fucked her so the bottom of his sensitive glans brushed against the rough surface of her tongue.

"Uhgehbgghbb..." the boys fucking her moaned. The boy in her pussy brushed his ridged head against Gretchen's G-spot with every motion. It caused her clit to burn with intense delight. She was thankful she went to the bathroom before starting her plan earlier, or else she might have lost control of her bladder. It would have been humiliating even with everyone in their stupor.

Gretchen's eyes rolled in the back of her head as she came. The stimulation to her G-spot was too much, and her resulting orgasm was far stronger than what she experienced in the CD's illusion. Her body started involuntarily convulsing. She should have been coming down from her zenith, but instead, her orgasm seemed to be getting stronger! Was this the power of the CD at work?

It was a terrifying experience, or at least it would have been if Gretchen had the ability to process fear at the moment. The overload of endorphins was affecting her ability to think. The only thing she found herself able to focus on was the boy dicks violating her mouth and pussy. The rest of the boys didn't matter at the moment, only the beautiful, virile shafts that dragged along her tongue and split apart her juicy labia.

"UAAAANNNHHHHH..." The boys moaned. They each shot their loads at the same time. Gretchen could feel the weird gooey warmth filling up her uterus and splattering all over her leg. The sperm in her mouth was warm and salty, and the volume was so great, she tried to swallow it quickly lest she accidentally choke on it.

The boys shot out much more sperm than even an adult would ever be capable of in a month. Gretchen couldn't control her swallow reflex with the boy's dick in her mouth, and she had to force him off so she wouldn't drown in cum. She spat out the excess sperm on the ground. The intoxicating musky scent filled her nostrils, and the salty taste lingered on her tongue.

The boys continued to spray their sperm across her body for a few seconds longer before they were completely spent. The effect of the CD seemed to be wearing off; they collapsed on both the ground and Gretchen in an exhausted pile. Gretchen could feel her orgasm finally receding, leaving her feeling sore and sensitive all over. Her body was covered in sweat and cum. It was the first time she ever got to experience this, something she wanted to do ever since the other girls in her troop told her stories about it.

Granted, this didn't unfold like she wanted it to. She wanted to see the boys' genuine reactions to their first times having sex. While she felt good in the afterglow, she didn't feel content. The other boys and girls affected by the CD passed out as well, covered in sweat and jizz. Unfortunately, they would not remember any of it when they regained consciousness tomorrow. There would only be mass confusion and terror.

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