Boys caught naked by girl Scouts part 8 of 8

Boys caught naked by girl Scouts part 8 of 8

"This will just be like you are stripping for my cousins," Alice was assuring Gerry as the two of them entered the crowd. He strode out, trying not to see the young mothers, the sexy middle-aged matrons with dyed hair, the ruttish grandmothers without any inhibitions left, the frustrated housewives who read about sex in magazines but were getting less and less...who, without warning, were looking close-up at a cute, snub-nosed, blond gymnast walking with a 45-degree erection.

Blushing scarlet.

He could feel their eyes roaming all over.

The crowd was more outspoken, warmed up by what they had seen.

"Take him home with you, Hazel! Bet you would want to!"

"Look at that private part, ain't it picture-perfect!"

"Yessir, sturdy, upright, and size perfect! Oh my God, this is a day to treasure. Where did they come from?"

"Well, what a pretty little picture that is!"

"I'd expect my son William looks just like that with his clothes off.

Must get me a peek next time I can!"

"The tight little ass, Kathie, his backside! Just look at his ass!"

There was more, much more. Especially as some of the ladies threw their plates and drinks down to trot alongside the nude youths, becoming more brazen and raucous, and coarse in their commentary.

Alan Larsen’s was in view now, the uniformed girl scouts falling away to the sides, as they had with the other boys. Even Sally had separated herself from Alan, as Alice had with Gerry. And for a reason: to let her boy have the most shameful experience of his life.

To make it an even more deeply humiliating experience than the scene by the pool. To make it...an initiation. And to have a deep sensuous subject to analyze for a long time to come.

Alan was not erect. His dainty cylinder of white flesh fell in front of his barely visible scrotal sack. The mauve-tinted head of his penis was an acorn, not a sprawling mushroom. He picked his way, trying to stare straight ahead. And he tried to cut off the vulgar commentary around him.

From a peroxide-blond 50-year-old, "Hey! Here is a little one. My is not that cute!"

"Hi there sonny. You are still growing, I take it?"

"Don't worry, it's not what you've got, it's what you do with it."

"My, he's awfully proud of his little pecker, isn't he?"

"Not many boys would be going around naked with a tiny thing like that. That is for sure. Wonder why he is doing it?"

"But isn't he so good-looking? I'd take him home - but I'd still want my man's big gun."

"If my daughter unpacked that I think she'd want her money back!"

When Alan had passed through these tormentors, out of the golf property and into a forest glade where the party had gathered, there were tears trickling down his cheeks. But Sally kissed them away. And the girl he had tormented in childhood was whispering sweet things about the treehouse tomorrow.

"Boy, you sure got even, didn't you?"

He was snuffling.

She put her arms around him. "Come into the trees and I'll make it up." The uniformed senior girl scout led her buck-naked boy into the forest.

Someone noticed that Melissa and Steve were missing. Giggling,

Gloria Jenkins explained that when he emerged from the golf party Steve had been shaking - trembling all over - and his cock had been dribbling with fluid. "he said he had never been so excited. He was starting to play with himself again. Melissa took him into the trees to fix him up. Said they might take a little longer about it this time, but we should continue to the meadow."

So, they did, in sight of the town and its church towers. Where they relaxed and rested on the grass.

Susie Winthrop was the first girl to do it. To reach up under her skirt and wrench her smelly, dripping panties down her legs. "There's no way I'm taking these home," she declared. And flung them over the fence into the long grass of the cow pasture. Gerry caught a quick glimpse of her hairy vulva when she did it. His cock immediately rose.

Alice noticed. He blushed.

For her part, Emily shocked Rod by doing the same. She held her panties up just as she had held a boy's underwear by the pool earlier in the day. And smiled at the redhead. This gesture and the sight of the girl's underwear made Rod excited. "I'd like to hold them," he said shyly. He took the panties and pressed them to his nostrils. And so,

Rod had his first scent of a woman and introduction to her lubricating fluids. His prick uncoiled in tribute. The swan's neck paid its respects one more time.

Alan had just enjoyed his first contact with a woman's lubricating fluid too. Because at that moment the handsome owner of the dainty dick arrived, arms wrapped around Sally - whose uniform was disheveled. Grass and leaves are plastered on it as well. Alan was at peace, the trauma with the cruel golfers clearly forgotten. One clue: his penis was greasy and foamy. And Rod noticed it emitted the same overpowering odor that came from Emily's panties. A woman's smell.

Alan and Sally looked very satisfied.

Gloria told Sally what all the girls had done with their soaked and smelly panties. She should do the same.

"I'm not wearing any," said Sally with a far-away look. And Alan beamed at her side.

It was a long wait for Steve and Melissa.

When they arrived, Steve looked wrung out. There were twigs in his hair. His chest and back had scratches. A leaf was plastered to his bottom which was quilted after lying on the grass. Rod, Gerry, and Alan noticed that his big dick was finally hanging soft, looking much bigger because of the total absence of any pubic bush. It was also foamy and greasy. And reeked of a vagina's juices.

Melissa's skirt hung unevenly and in places, her blouse was hanging out. There were twigs and leaves on her uniform. She looked dazed.

Suddenly she noticed the litter of wet panties lying over the fence.

She gestured. "Ours?"

"Thought it would be better," said Susie.

"Why don't you do it too?" asked Gloria, outrageously.
Still dazed, their senior scout leader hitched her skirt and reached up under it. Gerry, standing closest, got a glimpse of a vast hairy vulva and caught an overpowering whiff of woman's lubricating fluid. He thought he saw silvery snail trails down her thighs. His cock stiffened further. Then Melissa dropped the skirts and looked blank. "I must have forgotten..."

Steve laughed first. "I'm not going back to find them!"

Then they all joined in the laughter. Melissa too.

Alice quietly steered Gerry off to the side. She whispered she had seen him glancing up the skirts and had seen the effect it had had.

She slowly, deliberately reached up under her skirt and took hold of her own panties, and hauled them off. She did it with her skirt held as high as she could, making sure he saw her pouting vulva covered in flaxen locks. Deliberately gave him a good look. Stretched it out and looked down to see his regulation cock harden further to its standard, rubbery 45 degrees.

She stood close and pressed her panties to his face, screwing their crotch into his snub nose. She felt him go weak as the pungent odor filled his lungs. Instructing him to hold them to his face, she watched him obey as always. Then, glancing to see that her girlfriends were distracted - making fun of Steve, as it happens - she reached down and grasped the bell-end of Gerry's punchy erection. She gently twisted and stroked the corona. She felt him go tense. By the time she started stroking the shaft, he was close to coming. And he did, flinging out a rope of silvery fluid that littered the grass six feet off.

There was applause from the group.

"Well done!"

"Real neat!"

"It was the golf ladies that did that!"

"No, not the whiff of panties. Boys cannot help themselves when they get that!"

Gerry and Alice strolled back.

"Will your cousins let me do that with their panties?"

"Yes. And after a day with you, expect their panties to be just as wet and smelly."

The senior scouts began to unpack boys' underwear, jeans, and t-shirts and the boys started to identify them. Then, Rod, Gerry, and Alan made it clear by their stances that they expected to be helped to dress. To be helped into their underwear with their cocks and balls being patted down, touched one last time today, with another tickle or two on their bottom cheeks. And into their shirts with the opportunity for girls' fingertips to play fleetingly with their tummies, nipples, or armpits. And when their shorts had to be hauled up their legs, another opportunity for some petting and poking. Emily, Alice, and Sally were more than happy to fulfill these hopes and indeed seemed to assess Melissa's patience by spending too long on the delicious assignment.

And Steve? He had his clothes over an arm. But was not getting dressed. He said he was planning a return to the Lady's Day. He wanted to do that again, more slowly. And then maybe a circuitous route home through the town's back alleys and parks. Somehow, describing these options, his penis had begun to rise again. He is unbelievable, the rest of them thought.

They all laughed at the monster.

Finally, Melissa said, "I think our day has come to an end."

Damn it, was the general response.

Leaving Steve naked in the field they started the climb to the town.

They walked slowly. There was a sense of reluctance in the air. Then Melissa paused. "Can't leave the boy like that, girls. You all go home. I am going back with Steve. If he is going to revisit the golf ladies, he needs me to watch over him from the woods. And look after him after. He is a young man with very, very great needs."

Boldly she sauntered to rejoin the naked young basketball player.

They watched as she put an arm around his waist and, facing them, gave a hearty wave. They saw his prick jump to a full stand. He took the giant erection in his hand and started moving it. Up and down the mammoth white shaft. Even from that distance, they could see the network of bulging veins and the purple tinting of the mushroom-shaped crown.

Steve had one last message for them.

"Remember - about today. Just do one thing. Remember, do not tell the girls at school!"

He laughed. Melissa laughed. They all laughed.