Boys caught naked by girl Scouts part 2 of 8

Boys caught naked by girl Scouts part 2 of 8

Melissa now swung back to checking out Steve and Alan. Her finger hovered and settled on...the gangly basketball player with the rigid donkey dick: Steve, who groaned as his eyes swam with terror.

"You!"

He had no alternative.

He raised his tall athletic body from the water.

Eager girls took in his defined pectoral muscles and the light dusting of chestnut hair in the middle of his chest - the others had none - and there was a hint of fur running like a fuse down to...

Then, suddenly, there it was, rearing from the water: a whopper of a hard-on, a massive slab of rock-hard flesh jamming its mauve-tinted head skyward. There was a collective sigh of incredulity.

"Oh...my...God," intoned Tammy, speaking for all of them.

Then it was completely out of the water - a snow-white bludgeon, almost vertical, slap bang against his stomach...and extending above his navel...and every female is directing it a fierce laser stare.

Steve bolted.

He ran out of the pool and away from the senior scouts. In profile they see his mammoth cylindrical prick bouncing like a brass drum pedal against his abdomen as he heads for a clump of bushes and a single tree across a small Swade.

Melissa's spinsterish eyes bulge as she thinks,” What a whopper!" Her vagina releases more molten lubricant as the male striptease she has unleashed takes its most interesting turn yet. Her pants are very, very wet.

Steve's head and upper chest are visible from the clump of vegetation. He stares back at them. Melissa decides to go over and reason with the unhappy agitated male.

"Girls," she says. "He's just bashful. I need to talk to the poor boy." She takes wide-hipped strides across the grass.

Seeing him above the bush she thinks of the Garden of Eden: a nude male in the shrubbery. But she is out of earshot of her girls, and she adopts her most maternal tone.

"Now sonny, no need to be this bashful. This will be all over soon. Your friends are standing there, and you only must do the same. Apologize and we'll let you go home."
Steve is blushing and stammering.

"I...er...er...can't...can't...make if. Make it...make it...go..."

"I know. You have an erection. And you cannot make it subside. Is that what is making you so embarrassed in front of the girls?"

"Yyyyes..."And he looks close to tears.

"Well, “said Melissa. "I'm going to help. I am going to come round your side, and I am going to help you get rid of that stubborn erection. You know..." she added, moving through the undergrowth to face him "...I was once a nursing sister, so I know just how to take care of this embarrassment."

She looks at him, his tall, lean athlete's body half crouching, to shield himself. Very deliberately she takes his arms one at a time and shifts them to his sides. His protuberance is jutting skyward. She confirms it extends higher than his navel.

It is circumcised and its colossal shaft is white as a lily. It seems to have as many veins as a weightlifter's delts pumped up after a heavy workout. In fact, the elaborate network of blue lines could be a map of some city's subway. The underside is dominated by an industrial scale artery pulsing skyward. As for the purple-tinted head it has a massive defined coronal edge, an upturned border that makes her think of a pagoda roof. It is wider than the shaft, a vast, spongy prize-winning mushroom that has been jammed on his stem. The phallic eye looks as capacious as...Melissa thinks, a small vagina.

It seems certain, thought Melissa, it would never achieve entry. It only has display value, like a seventeenth century longarm in an antique firearm collection.

Looking him in the eye she very quietly asks, "Now tell me, is it the idea of being naked in front of girls that makes you so excited ...down there?"

Eyes closed and sweat breaking on his brows, he nods.

"You seem to be a nice young man. What do you think your mother would say if she knew you get dirty thrills from being nude..." And here she managed to convey a tone more sad than angry "... thrills from being undressed, around women and girls?

Because that is the problem you are having. Is that right?"

Eyes clenched, he nodded again.

She shook her head. "You may grow up to be one of those exhibitionists. You would not want that, would you?"

He was closer to tears than ever.

"I can't believe it," she persisted. "That a fine young fella like you, obviously an athlete, would get some some...some dirty pleasure displaying himself in front of females, all of them fully dressed. And give himself an erection..."

She looked down.

"Still, we can't leave it like that can we?" And to his shock she placed her left hand gently on his ass. Zap! Her feminine touch sent a thrill right through him. Made his cock even more rigid. In her right hand she took the great bulbous end of his penis.

Suddenly she is rubbing Steve's corona round and round - the border of the pagoda roof on the top of his prick - the incredibly sensitive tip and driving him to clench his eyes shut... and even moan shyly. Some more gentle twisting and stroking follows but getting firmer, and he is gasping. A breathless sound struggled up from his throat.

Without warning she changes gear, and her hand is moving up and down the whole impressive shaft though it is too thick for her to enclose. One firm movement... then another...and a third...and another few...and Steve erupts. Whoosh! A powerful pearlescent stream flies in an arc to splash on the bark of the tree.

Melissa keeps milking and another cannonade follows to fall short of the tree and splatter on the ground, followed by a second before his orgasm devolves into dribbled sperm foaming out from his slit. He feels weak in the legs. Then she is patting his ass cheeks and telling him he is a good boy, and, in a minute, he will be ready to go and join his friends.

Yes, his friends. Red-headed Rod is being teased mercilessly about the shape of his uncut penis. Tammy is saying it looks like a monk's hood. Gymnast Gerry is being teased about what his sister will say when she hears all about today's events.

When a deflated Steve stalks shyly out from his bush retreat, picking his way with bare feet over the stones and twigs, the last of the tell-tale droplets have gone and his penis, while still elongated, is pointing at the ground. He has their attention. All of it, as he arrives to stand in line with his three hangdog, bare-as-a-board friends.

But Melissa is out of sight, still behind the bush where she brought Steve to his mighty climax. Her fingers are gluey with Steve's fluid, and she gluttonously sucks them one by one. Fine, she thinks, a youthful, sour taste, a salty tang. Then she stands at the tree and with her forefinger scoops up the deposit plastered on the bark. She places it on her tongue, savors it and then swallows. Gives me the energy I need for what lies ahead.

One final exploration. Certain she is out of sight; she hoists her skirt and lowers her panties to place a finger in her pubic zone. Jeepers, she thinks, I am wet as wet! Then it is back to business.

Alan Larsen’s is shivering in the water. Soon all attention is on this most handsome of the boys. Especially that of Sally Pullen who is extremely focused on her childhood tormentor. The brunette with the flashing dark eyes has spent the last half hour formulating an exquisite humiliation for the stark-naked boy. She focuses a cold, hard smile on him as Melissa says, "Right, last one. You, out!"

He looked despairingly up at the phalanx of fully dressed females, their appetites sharpened by the displays they had already witnessed.

And so, it happened. First, the smooth well-proportioned torso. Sally relished the small pink nipples, harbingers of intimate body parts to come. Then the navel and the end of the tan line and the first tantalizing glimpse of white skin. Then, quickly following, the thrilling timberline of glossy black pubic curls and then.

Terror in his eyes, he stalled.

"Come on," insisted Melissa. "Or you'll be going home in that birthday suit."

He stumbled forward, to reveal the distinguishing marks of his gender

How interesting, thought Sally, he has the smallest of any of the boys. A neat little...acorn! How, how humiliating for the vain bully Alan Larsen’s. She felt her crotch suddenly get damper. With his clothes off, he is just a little boy! And I have him where I want him!

He stood next to his comrades; head drooped.

Sally moved to the front, shaking with some unknown emotion as she set about piling on more shame. Yes, shaming him was her thrill.

She had a plan that excited her to the core.

She held up a leaf, a large leaf.

"I want to see him with this on...just like those statues in the park," she suggested to her leader.

"Like Adam in the Garden of Eden," cooed Tammy.

"Yes, get him to pose for us."

"Yes, Miss, let's see him in a fig leaf!"

"Well, can't see it would do any harm," she said, not shifting her gaze from the - yes, dainty - tube of flesh with its mauve-tinted knob and the little furry sack.

"Here," Sally said. " This will cover your...thing." Fits of giggles.

"Now clamp it on!" demanded Gloria.

"Yes, cover your shame!" demanded Laura with guffaws.

He took it and hesitated, looking dazed.

"Go ahead. Pose with it," came Sally's demand. "Or you won't be getting your clothes back."

Slowly, knowing how zany the gesture, he lowered the leaf with one hand to cover his prick. And stood like a statue.

"Oh, how cute!"

"A young Adam!"

A dozen girls were thrilled. Thrilled dirty. Not one of them would be going home with panties fit for any respectable wash basket.

Then the strangest thing. This silly game with the leaf brought him, too, a quick dirty thrill. A sudden sexual jolt. Within seconds his prick, asserting a life of its own, was springing to attention. Its four and a half inches strained out, lifting the bottom of the leaf to protrude its dainty but perfectly proportioned head.

"Oh no, Sally! " Exclaimed Tammy. "It's pointing at you! Is not that sweet! The nice little boy is in love with the girl in his street!"

While the girls broke up and Alan swooned, something similar was happening with his friends. Steve's prick had just reinflated as the thrill of being surrounded by dressed girls seeped into his libido. He could no more stand naked with fully dressed females and not get stiff than he could fly to the moon. Notwithstanding its recent milking it was once again straight up, almost flat against his belly.


To be continued