Belinda Burton was just 23 years old and drop-dead gorgeous. She worked as a casual model for an advertising agency and had done ramp modeling as well. Almost 6ft tall and slim, her best feature was her beautiful, long, golden hair that framed her soft, round face like a soft haze. She had almost childlike features that had many men melting at the mere sight of her. Whether wearing a skimpy bikini, micro mini, or a sophisticated evening dress, Belinda was simply a beautiful girl, admired by all and, of course, desired by men.

The light cotton yellow mini skirt on the blonde girl could not have been shorter, but it showed off her long, tanned legs perfectly as she stepped onto the escalator at her local mall. She wore a tiny white g-string underneath and knew that she presented a stunning sight to everybody around her, but especially to the two young men that had been following her for a few minutes and now stepped onto the escalator immediately behind her. Belinda had spotted the young men and had purposely headed for the escalator in order to give them an eyeful. As she rode up, she imagined the young men staring at her legs and probably seeing the tiny white g-string as well. She loved doing that to cute little young men— especially if they were as cute as the two behind her, dressed as they were in young man scout uniforms. She judged them to be about 14 or 15 and just perfect to feed her own fantasies about young, sexually charged young men. But these were not just fantasies because Belinda Burton was, in fact, a practicing female pedophile, hungry for any opportunity to seduce a perfect and innocent young man or two.

She paused at the top, pretending to look in a shop window as the young men passed by her, whispering to each other about what they had seen. Looking at them, she wished she could just take them home and play with them. They looked adorable in those scout uniforms— khaki shirts, cravats, and very short khaki shorts, with long, smooth legs just waiting to be caressed.

Driving home, Belinda took a detour past the old scout hall on the edge of her small town. It was Friday evening, and the scouts, including no doubt the two young men she had “flashed” at the mall, would be arriving for their weekly meeting. Sure enough, there was lots of activity as she drove slowly past— dozens of young men in cute uniforms with tiny shorts, waiting outside. Belinda also noticed one other thing that interested her very much— one of the “scoutmasters” standing around was a woman— early twenties and dressed in blue jeans and a khaki shirt. Slowly, a plan came to Belinda as she drove on and home that evening— what if...? What if...— she too could volunteer to be a “scout leader “?

After all, she had been quite a tomboy as a girl and certainly could hold her own doing young man stuff— tents and ropes and climbing and camping— she might in fact make quite a good one at that— and more importantly, it would give her an opportunity to get close to the young men of her fantasy world.

That night, Belinda lay in bed and remembered the young men on the escalator, imagining the view that they had of her long legs and her white panties that barely covered her shaven pussy. Her hand strayed to flick her hardening clit softly while the other squeezed a nipple gently. Her wetness increased, and soon she was gently rubbing herself to erotic thoughts of young man scouts and cute, smooth young men and the fun that a new female scout master could have given the right circumstances.

The very next day, she phoned the 69th Boy Scout Troop and inquired about helping out. “Yes, certainly, ma’am,” came a friendly voice. “They were desperate for volunteers, and women were certainly welcome in this day and age - as long as you are prepared to dedicate time to it.” Within days, she had received all the information she needed and was asked to be at the hall on the following Friday evening. Initially, she would assist one of the experienced leaders, and if she progressed, could take on her own troop in time.

Belinda could not wait until Friday as another week of hectic photo shoots and flirtatious men went past. If only they knew what her real interests were.

On the following Friday evening, she drove to the scout hall at 6 p.m. and introduced herself to the head Scoutmaster - Paul - a nice young man of perhaps 36 who was also the PE teacher at the local high school. He suggested that she work with the other female leader, Julie, that she had previously seen, and it wasn’t long before she was assisting with a rope and knot-tying class. She wore blue jeans like the other woman and was given a khaki shirt for future meetings. Looking around her, she observed the young men - most of the 12 young men in her intermediate group of 14 to 16-year-olds were perfect specimens of young men - cute, innocent faces and lithe, slim young man bodies shown off to good effect by those sexy, ultra-short pants and young man scout uniforms. She was friendly to them and learned their names quickly. Even the two young men from the mall were there, although they did not recognize her at all. Belinda loved her new job and knew that it would only be a matter of time before she would have one of these perfect young men to enjoy.

That night in bed, Belinda thought about her life and her desires for young men. She could not remember where it had started but knew that it was a passion that she could no longer control. She had read somewhere that young men in their early teens were approaching their sexual peak and that nothing made more sense than to give them an opportunity to explore their sexuality with a beautiful girl like herself, like the pin-up girls of their dreams. She realized that her interest in young men was not unusual but somehow it was becoming an obsession. It had been growing for a number of years ever since she had caught a young man of fourteen peeking at her through her bedroom window when she was 19.

She remembered that night well as she softly touched herself. She had been alone at home and had seen him in the mirror and gotten quite a fright, but immediately realized that it was just a young man peeking at her. She had just had a shower and was dressed in a very short white baby-doll nightshirt that hardly covered her and was almost totally see-through. She went out of her room and surprised the young man in the garden by her window. Determined to teach the young man a lesson, she took him by the arm and marched him back to her room. Inside, she asked him what he had been doing, and the embarrassed young man had no option but to admit that he had been spying on her. He admitted seeing her naked after her shower and admitted that he had spied on her twice before. She was horrified and very angry and told him that she would be calling his parents. The young man had begged for her not to do that, and she realized then that she had total control over this frightened young man. He wore tight blue jeans and a T-shirt, and she suddenly realized that he was very cute in a boyish way. He was slim with a mop of light blonde hair over his forehead and had the most perfect smooth hairless choirboy face. Were it not for the circumstances of their meeting, she would have thought that he was an angel. Her attitude changed, and realizing that he was helpless in her hands, she decided to have a little fun with him. She told him that he must do everything she demanded, or she would indeed tell his parents. Firstly, she told him to strip naked. He looked at her as terrified as could be, and she had to remind him about the alternative of calling his parents. She wanted him to feel what it was like to be naked with a stranger watching. He slowly removed his T-shirt to reveal his smooth chest and flat tummy and then moved to undo the button on his tight blue jeans - and then the zipper - and slid them over his narrow young man’s hips. Belinda felt an uncontrollable flush as the young man stood naked before her. He was indeed very beautiful - He looked to be about 120 lb. and was very lithe and angelic. Her eyes fell on his cock - just 5” and starting to become a little erect. She had an urge to stroke it. She asked him whether he jerked off thinking about her and demanded that he show her how he did that. Her wetness grew as he forced an erection and started pumping his cock right in front of her. She sat on her bed and held the young man standing up and between her legs as she watched him jerk himself.