This is a story about fun in the nation.
My name is Scott and I really am an 18-year-old farm boy from Ioway. I have a girlfriend I have been with for two days now and we are both virgin. We have done a lot of playing around without going all the way. That will issue forth later.
This narration is a fantasy of mine that my girlfriend is cognizant of. She loves it and has a reliable fun and daring mottle herself.
Initially this chronicle was submitted under another name and was three chapters. Here I have tried to correct some of the helplessness to make it easier to scan and have corrected some grammatic error. It truly amazes me how many sentence I can study this and not spot errors.
I do induce my schoolhouse work load, plus my farming and work to keep me engaged, so gain will get along slowly. Please be patient. I will try to have timbre submissions when I can.
Your comments have been greatly appreciated and I hope you will continue with constructive literary criticism. If you have a blackball response, I would really like to hear what you do n't like. Please be constructive.
This is a fantasy of mine and I want it to draw in on.





"papa, can I talk to you ?"It was my daughter, Janet who had just turned 16 and is the apple of my eye. She is a lulu, but I could be biased. She stands about 5'4"weighs an athletic 112 lbs., has gorgeous light brown hairsbreadth and brown centre to equate. Her tegument is a deep tan from the early summer sun and her time spent outdoors swimming and gardening on our diminished land area.

"Sure, honey, you can talk to me anytime."

"Daddy, you know that Sarah is turning 16 in two hebdomad. I'd really like to throw her a special party. You and Mom threw such a great party for me, and Sarah 's parents are split, I thought it would be ripe if we could do it for her. I've saved the money and can pay for all the intellectual nourishment and drinkable if you'll pass permission."

Sarah had become my daughters'best booster since we moved here last saltation just after school day had let out for the summertime holiday. Janet had gone out for softball and met many bang-up citizenry and suit fast protagonist with the girls on the team. Sarah, standing at 5'3"and weighing just less than 100 lbs. with beautifully wavelike light browned hair, blue oculus and the lily-white tooth you had ever seen smiling at you was also a delicacy to the eyes of any male who was not gay or dead.

"That sounds like a undecomposed programme Jan, did your mother have a problem with it ? I can't imagine why you needed to talk to me about something this simple."

"Well Dad, I want it to be really especial. first-class honours degree off, I want a sleepover with 10 or 15 of us entire. Mom said that was o.k., it was my second idea she wasn't too trusted about and said that I had to verbalize to you about."

"Well babe, your mom has a honest principal on her shoulders, there must be something to consider here. What is your second petition ?"

"Daddy, you know Sarah is an but nipper, no brothers or sisters. I really want her to receive a exceptional time being welcomed into muliebrity. sweet 16 is a pretty big mint, I want her to remember it for a long time."

"Honey, what is it that you are so serious about but afraid to ask ?"

"wellspring, I don't know how to ask, so I'll just blunder out it out."“ daddy, I want to take a stripper for her."“ Don't get worried, I already have one in mind."

"Oh lord, Janet, I don't know. This sounds pretty serious. You are technically at the age of consent, but if any parents have a problem with it there could be difficulty. If the stripper is over 18, he could be in hassle too."

"That's just it Dad, the guy we have in intellect is under 18, so it is just Thomas Kyd playing around. How could that be trouble ?"

"What, an underage stripper ? How will you find an underage boy willing to do something like that ? Who do you take in in mind ?"

"I think I know the perfect tense guy, and I am volition to bet he will do it. You know him too. It's Walter Scott, the guy who was baling hay for us last week ? You've seen him. He's really cute, built and prissy Dad. I'm sure we could get him to do it.

She was right ; I knew compensate away of whom she was thinking. George C. Scott is a great looking Pres Young man, 17, light brown to dark blond hairsbreadth, lightly tanned skin, deep grey eyes and a smile that could pop. Standing at 5'10 ”, having a mesomorphic but light physical body, and weighing about 155 lbs. with panoptic shoulder and chest tapering down to a small 28"waist, he was exactly what any budding teenager age missy would like to see. We had all seen him dance too and knew he had the moves. We had moved into a minor town in in the south central Hawkeye State. It was a very community oriented place with stacks of good family entertainment. Twice a calendar week in the summer clip the Ithiel Town council blocked off the street on the north side of the town lame and had a street dance. Sometimes it was rock-and-roll, sometimes country, one time this summertime they even had some blues and ballroom dancing. He could do it all.

"Scott, undecomposed grief dearest, we know his parents. How could I ask them about something like this ? Janet, what exactly did your mother say ?"

"Daddy, please ? Mom said it was up to you. She wasn't sure about this but if you approved, she would stomach us."Daddy, he's so cute. You know he isn't shy. Please Dad, I'm sure he will do it. Will you ask him ?"

"Ask him ? love, I haven't even said you can do it. This is a pretty big batch. Where are you going to have this party ? Right here in the house ? A untried man strutting his stuff right here in the living room ?"

"We could have it outdoors. It could be fun. We could do it down by the pond and set up the volleyball set and croquet. We could possess lots of fun with him down there if you will please say yes."

"Geeze, dearest, I'm going to have to intend about this. Give me time to talk to your female parent and sorting this out in my head."

"Ok, but hurry dada, her birthday is in two weeks."

So this is how it all started. We had moved to this area at the end of natural spring just after schooling had dismissed for the summer. My always democratic daughter was trying very hard to put together a party that would be unacceptable to top. We were just getting settled in, just a formula class doing all the sept thing. Church, extramarital activities, work and some undecomposed recreation occupied our time on our 40-acre hobby farm in the southerly theatrical role of the most beautiful body politic in the country. I may be partial, but I was raised here. So far we had not been disappointed either. Our farm was surrounded by rolling hills of bountiful harvest realm and grazing land. Our neighbor'large farm bordered the backwaters of a very large unpaid lake the Army corp of Engineers had built about 40 years ago. To cite a argumentation from one of our favorite pic"Is this heaven ?"“ No, it's Iowa."We loved it.

Over the succeeding couple of Clarence Day as I pondered what to do about this I watched the activity in the subject area that bordered our modest land area. The country was owned by the Curry's, Scott's family. It was a well-kept piece of land that they were using as forage this year. I had seen Scott throughout the day working on fence, repairing gate, mowing and matter like that. As I watched this young man oeuvre I could certainly infer why the girls swooned over him. He usually wore some worn blue denim, belted to his constringe hips, work charge, and as the day progressed, no shirt, giving the earthly concern a chance to see that golden skin ripple and flex as the firm muscles below worked. I admit I kind of treasured to see him with the girls too.

I had absolutely no idea how to fetch this up to Robert Scott's parents without making us strait like nut. One afternoon, I saw his founder, Dan, out checking on the forward motion Winfield Scott had made in the field. Laws prescribing who is responsible for what when dealing with neighbors and fence are pretty confusing to non-farmer types like us, so I decided to go out and visit with him to see what I could determine. While we were talking Scott came up and acknowledged me with a friendly grin and"Hello Mr. Walker."He then caught his begetter up on the progress he had made, the work left to be done and his plan for completing it. He finished with,"I think I'll go fishing now."to which Dan replied"Have fun."With that Scott walked back to their old farm truck, opened the threshold and pulled out a well-worn pair of cutoff shorts. As he was with the truck door open and the positioning of the truck he was shielded from view from our house, the route, and anyone in the pasture but his father and me. He just stripped out of his oeuvre clothes with his back to us and pulled on the shortcut shorts. For a moment he was in his good nude glory, visible only from behind, but let me say, what a thought. When he finished with the boxershorts he pulled on some old sneakers, reached into the back of the truck for a small tackle box and a cane magnetic pole. He looked our way, gave us a wave and was off about a one-fourth mile through the ley to the river.

"Wow, he certainly isn't shy, is he ?"I said to Dan, who had not really watched what had just happened but was, I'm sure, fully aware."No, he has never been shy at all, I hope you aren't offended. In the land we are kind of like that."“ No, not at all,"I replied."I kind of wish Janet was more like that. Growing up in the city never really gave her a chance to get that."

One affair led to another and pretty soon Dan and I were talking about how Janet was fitting in. I just started talking about the party she was hoping to design and ended up blurting out the part about her hoping for a stripper. I had actually said it before I thought about what I was saying. I tried very hard not to suspend. Dan's reply actually surprised me.

"little girl will be girls"was all he said."They really aren't any different from boys that age."

"Really ? I had no idea how that idea would be accepted around here. You don't think we would be thrown in jail for it ?"

"I don't think I'd advertise it, but yes, I think a lot of the parents would approve and if there are any that don't, they will just not let their daughter go. I don't think anyone would cause any job for you knowing that everyone who was present had the backing of their parents."

"Well Dan, it gets worse than that."I told him,"They have a Lester Willis Young man in mind to play the stripper ?"“ You may vary your mind when you hear who."

"Uh-Oh"Dan said, looking at me warily."Do I possibly have an estimation who they might be thinking of ?"

"Probably, they seem to really wish the idea of Scott doing it. Are you repulsed by us and by the melodic theme now ?"

Dan thought for awhile as he drove a few staples into a post, fastening the wire tightly."No, not really, Scotty's always been pretty popular with the girls, and he is really coming out of his shell now. I know he isn't shy. I've seen him swimming in the river a few times myself. He might be will to do it. Is this something you are really serious about ?"

"Well, the girls are. I'm not so sure."

"Really, I don't have a problem with it at all. As far as I'm concerned it's totally up to Scott. The real number question is who's going to ask him ?"

We talked for a patch longer about city liveliness vs. country animation, how the kid are different in many elbow room but alike in others, and just aliveness in universal. It was a great evening visiting and I guess we lost cut of clock time. The subject of the political party came back around and I asked if Dan thought I would be ok asking him about it or if he thought it was a dotty idea.

"Ask him what ?"I know I jumped ; I can't say whether or not Dan did. We both turned and there stood Scott with a stringer with 8 or 9 nice bluegill on it."I had a pretty commodity night. Looks like supper tomorrow night."he said. We both allowed as it did indeed look like a serious nights fishing.

"Was there something you were talking about ? Should I leave ?"was his question."No Scott, you had better check, I think I'll leave."Was the reply from Dan. Wow, I got nervous all of a sudden. Dan climbed aboard the gator and left, leaving Robert Falcon Scott with the tone arm and me standing in the field. The sun was setting ; the evening was turning cool yet I began to sweat.

"What's up Mr. baby-walker ?"
"Dred Scott, I have something to ask you and I have no idea how to go about it. You may get mad, you may be embarrassed, you may want to leave, I don't know, and I don't want to misplace you as a friend. You and your family unit have been good to us since we got here."

"Well, if you want to ask something hard, the best way is to just do it. What's on your mind ?"

"Scott, I'll ask quickly. Janet wants to shed a birthday company for Sarah. She's 16 next Saturday."

"Ok, I know that. What about it ?"

"Well Scott, this is the hard part. Janet wants the party to be extra, and the just thing she can think of is to get someone to strip for the girls. That will be a political party to remember and something special for Sarah."

Laughing Scott response,"Yeh, I think that would be something to think. Why are you telling me ?"

"That's just it Dred Scott. To piss it really fun, they are requesting that YOU be the one to undress for them ?"

"Me ? Really ? Why me ?"His look blushed slightly but he was smiling which just made his dimpled chad stand out that practically more.

Now it was my routine to jape."Are you kidding Scott, the why is the easy section. The will you is the doubt I am concern about. I was terrified to ask you this, but I can't bear the thought of going back to the star sign and telling Janet no."

"Wow, stripping, for neighbor girls. I never thought about that. How many daughter ? What all do they want ? Do they want me to go to a thong ? Wow, it's a lot to think about."

"Walter Scott, I know what they want. I'm going to take, it sounds like fun, but I don't think I could possess done it at your age. Watching you, I can see that you aren't shy, but this is asking a lot. I know they'd love to see you fully nude for a slight bit at to the lowest degree, but they have mentioned possibly playing volleyball game or croquet afterwards, and if you'd halt nude for persona of that. Robert Falcon Scott, Janet has saved and is willing to pay."

"Man, fully nude sculpture huh ? I never thought about this. It sounds kind of fun. What guy wouldn't like to have some girls fussing over him like that ? How lots do you recollect she'd pay ?

"I know she has $ 400 saved up for the company. How much would you have to have ? They are planning on 9 girls there Scott."

"Wow, $ 400 to see me divest and play some plot. I could see myself doing it. May I think on it for awhile ?"

"Sure George C. Scott, the party is a week from Sabbatum. Please let me know."

With that he nodded, turned his back on me and approached his truck. Even in those shortcut I could see this kid had things going on. He put his fish, pole, and fishing gear in the back, climbed in the seat and started the truck."I have to get these fish cleaned, I'll let you know."With that he drove away leaving me standing in the ley as the sun sank. I felt like an idiot, but his response had been anything but shock or repulsion, in fact, he sounded as if he had a positive attitude about it.
I walked home not knowing what to think.

When I walked in Janet was all over me, had I asked, what did he say, was he going to do it, did he get mad, did he jape, did he think we were half-wit ?

"No honey, he was actually very courteous. So was his father. It's totally up to Robert Falcon Scott now. I told him you had $ 400 to pay him with. Don't pushing it honey, let's just let him think about it. Please, what would you be thinking if he had asked you to loot for his friend ? He'll let us know."

Janet was on top of the world when she went to her room. It seems just the thought of this happening had her on cloud nine. I don't know what will happen if he says no.

At 10:00 my cell telephone rang."Hello ?"

"Mr. Walker, it's Scott, can we sing ?"
"Sure Scott, when ?"

"I'm outside now, behind your barn, talking to Star."

mavin was our horse, one-half fourth horse and half hackney trot. A beautiful animal, compact for a horse but much too big to be a crib, very gentle and willing to do anything asked of her.

"Scott, is it OK if Joanne comes along ? This affects us both."
"Sure Mr. Zimmer, however you want to do it."

The comfortable going manner of this kid just amazes me. It's as if zip surprises him.
We walked out to the barn."Hey Dred Scott, we weren't expecting to hear from you so soon. Have you decided ?"

"I think so Mr. pedestrian. Are you sure you and Mrs. Walker are uncoerced to go through with this ?"

"George C. Scott, I think if this is going to happen, we should be Joe and Joanne, don't you ?"

"I suppose, if that's how you want it. It's up to you. You realize I've never done this before. Is the party going to be here or are you having it someplace else ?"

"We are thinking here, down at the pond. It's pretty secluded, but open enough for some good plot. There is a situation for a bonfire for cooking and sitting around afterwards. Plus, we can lend the truck down for the music and not bother anyone. I don't think we want to be too garish or bother any neighbour. Are you sure your parents are OK with this ?"

"Yep, my parents and I had a talk about it, I don't suppose it matters whether I do it or not, I will be teased now. It's kind of flattering. I have no idea if I can really plunder or not. I mean, I don't have any fancy shoot down away clothes or g strings or anything. We are just ordinary people."

"Scott, I don't think that matters. We have all seen you dance uptown during the street terpsichore. I think you have moves no matter what is playing. I think that's what topic. I think if you wear your normal attire and don't lacing up your rush so you can kick them off, you can do the residuum. Besides, if you come over dressed like that, it will appear natural and we can really sell it to the girls as a surprise."

"Wow, Mr.Wal…..Joe that sounds like it could act. So, I'll just strip out of these ?"He was wearing exactly what I thought he should be. He had on a recollective sleeve denim oeuvre shirt, exertion stained in the right wing post and give about halfway down his chest exposing a Elwyn Brooks White tee shirt, faded and bust blueing jeans that hung loosely on his slender hip with the knock holding them up and his work boots.

"looking at staring Scott, what kind of underwear do you usually wear ?"

"I usually wear boxershorts, red or black. I suppose I could put something tighter like a Speedo or jock on under them if you think I should."

"I don't know ; do you think you will need that ? Maybe we should see your movement and decide if you need something else under them."What I was really hoping for was a chance to see this constellate perform and to see the chemical reaction of a female observance him. I had never considered anything like this before and couldn't believe how easily it was coming together and the attitude of everyone involved.

"Well Joe, I can give it a try."With that he pulled out his I-pad and started it playing a area birdcall with a secure musical rhythm. It was rush Scootin Boogey by Brooks & Dun. I guess I wouldn't have thought of that as a song for stripping, but watching him move sure made a worshipper of me. Sir Walter Scott shuffled around during the initiatory verse line just dancing as young people do. His horse sense of rhythm was spot on and his move were so natural and fluid I had almost forgotten what was to happen. When the chorus came up he unbuttoned his shirt and kicked off his kicking simultaneously. He was left in his jean and a really good looking miserly fitting fruitless t shirt and of course his cap advertising a prominent brand of seed corn. Not bad at all. As he spun around you could see how his back and berm muscles were accentuated by the cut and tight fit of that shirt. His pectoral and teat captivated your attention in the front enough that you barely noticed the lower component hugging those grammatical abs. As I said earlier, Scott was a slim kid, but he was well muscled. His butt nicely filled his jeans as did the package in front. The back poesy began and he again danced around. He stuck out his script and pulled Joanne up to dance as well, as he would one of the guests."A small hearing involvement would be fun."He said. I really hadn't sentiment of this. He spun her back to the incline and during the poetry he worked on unfastening his smash and pants. Just as the verse ended he whipped off that shirt and let it fly to her and she caught it handily, blushing and laughing the integral time. The refrain began and he whipped off his socks as those loose jeans tried to mould their way over that magnificent ass. I have no idea how anyone can await unspoiled removing windsock, but he somehow made it a sensual experience. By the time the chorus was over the first time his pants were around his ankle and he worked to get them over his infantry. I can't tell you how dandy he looked bending over and pulling his substructure through the legs. He was wearing packer, just as he had said. Nice smuggled boxers with some white or silver pattern on them, tight in the right places but loose enough that you could see he was warm, make relaxed and swinging where it was sure enough to be appreciated. The Sung was over and Winfield Scott stood there in the moonshine on that fond eventide with the slightest lustre of sweat on that gymnastic body. His golden tomentum looked almost silver grey in the moonlight and shine from his Edward Douglas White Jr. dentition told you who big his smile was.

"Well, do you think the move are OK, Joe ?"

"You're kidding, right Winfield Scott ? That looked marvellous. I'm sure everyone will revel that. How did you know you could divest to that ?"

"I really didn't."he laughed,"I just thought a fast paced Sung dynasty might be good for it."

"Are you going to land up ? Joanne asked."We're supposed to be critiquing the show you know."

"Oh, you want the whole show here ? No problem, I guess I shouldn't have wasted the full first verse."

With that he began the vocal at the last refrain and gracefully slide his hands into the sides of those boxers, working them over his hip. All I can say now is WOW, what a sight. As the underclothes cleared his software package he shook them down his pegleg and jumped out of them, leaving them in the grass at his feet. Again, he did the boogie as the song finished, leaving nothing to the imagination, yet moving enough that you couldn't get a really good look at the goods.

As the strain finished he stopped dancing and just stood there looking as if to ask,"Well ?"
"How was that ?"he asked.

Sir Walter Scott, this 5'10"country boy weighing 150-155 lbs. of muscle stood totally naked not 10 feet from us in the promising moonlight. My Lord, he was fantastic. We had watched this youthful man piece of work shirtless many times, but to see him like this, inviting review. His height, his weight, his neck size and all-inclusive shoulders to the V of his collarbone, his dimension were flawless. His body from that collarbone to his blanket chest with the well-formed pectorals with the dime sized mamilla on them, to the well-defined and formed abs and continuing to that narrow waist left you wondering if anyone could be more perfect. Continuing down from his waist to the powerful mesomorphic thighs, past his bulging calves to a yoke of perfectly shaped feet and toes was to see something kin to Michelangelo Buonarroti's David. As you may have guessed, the right part was hanging between his legs. skilful Lord, how could the kid ingroup this away from sight ? Nestled in a nest of curly light brown pubic hair his penis hung heavily over a sack that was well relaxed and warm and should have been swinging had it not been for its mellowness. That cock, uncut ! Yes, full-length, slightly thinner where it exited his consistence and growing in cinch as it rested over that scrotum that appeared to sustain two walnut inside. The foreskin nicely covered the top dog of that magnificent hawkshaw without grotesquely hanging off the tip. He stood there nude for our critique. Joanne slowly approached him, reaching out. His legs spread slightly as she reached out and down, encircling that fantastic genitalia, her fingers slipping behind the sack, her quarter round over the top where his mother fucker emerged for that marvellous bush. She felt his passion, the ponderousness of those egg, that phallus growing in both distance and girth.

"Wow Scott, I never imagined you would await like this. Do you think you would allow the girls to touch ?"she asked him.

"Really, touch ? Do you think they would want to ? I would reckon they might be too shy in front of their friends, or laughing too concentrated to want to really do much."

This was incredible, a 17 twelvemonth old neighbor boy we had known for about 6 week and who had been nothing but friendly to us was standing in our small pasture at our pond totally bare while my wife held and fondled his genitals as if it were completely lifelike talking with us about letting our 16 yr old girl and her friends play with him.

"How far do you think this should go ?"he asked.

My wife thought a mo, smiled and said,"I think as long as everyone is comfy, no harm can come."

Dred Scott smiled and for the first fourth dimension blushed. Surprise, surprise, the kid does let a demarcation line and Joanne had found it. She gently squeezed him, gave a niggling shingle and said,"Think about it and let us know what you decide."With that she let go of him and stepped back."You're pretty at comfort here Winfield Scott, how about we toss a baseball around a bit to see if you are OK with it ?"With that she tossed us both a glove as she picked up a glove and testicle for herself. Here we are, late eventide on a beautiful night playing catch with a neighbors nude 17 class old son as if it were done everywhere all the time. We played and talked for about 15 transactions until we saw headlights take out into our driveway. We knew that would be Janet coming home."Robert Scott, let's finis this up, we don't want Janet to come down and see you, we'd much rather save it for the party."

As we put things away, Winfield Scott still nude brushed against Joanne and she casually reached down to visit him once more."Dred Scott, I can't believe how well-to-do going you are, but you are going to make to let us see this thing as it is intended to be."Scott smiled and blushed again slightly as she gave his dong a promptly pull.

"I can take care of that Mrs Walker."he said."No need for you to do that, it might be More fun if they can just watch it."With that he stepped back, casually wiped his haircloth and expression and that beautiful prick began to lengthen and tumefy. The girth of it was what amazed me. It began by just growing in length, the head pushing out of that beautiful prepuce. As it popped out, the size of it caught both our middle. The skin pushed past the corona exposing the swollen foreland in its totality. What a sentiment. It continued to lengthen and also began to get up off that nut sackful, allowing a much better sentiment. Very few hair's-breadth, it was still easygoing and supple, appearing to declare a couple of walnuts, fairly large, definitely business firm. As it swelled to its to the full resplendence, it pointed up at about a 45-degree angle, neither to the left nor to the right. The knob absolutely looked like a mushroom on the end. The tool was perfect for its intended job. His nuts hung heavily below, still swinging in the warm air.

"Walter Scott, you are perfect."was Joanne's commentary."Are you going to be able to get domicile with that like that, or will you need to read care of it ?"

Laughing Scott replied,"I think I'll be OK. We had probably better quit now before Janet finds us."He pointed out.

"I guess you're rightfield, always leave em wanting more. We'll let you get dressed and get home."

With that Joanne and I headed to the sign of the zodiac, deal in script. I think this is going to be a good nighttime for us. The sidereal day leading up to the company went quickly after that. Joanne and I had decided not to secern Janet that Winfield Scott was going to come to the party. We thought that the disappointment and having her be surprised with the rest of the girls would provide the most fun. I told her that I was just not capable to make out up with a way to ask his parents about it. What I had really done was quietly go around to the former parents of the guests and let them sleep with what the plan was. It went about like Dan had said it would. Almost all of the parents thought it sounded like a fun meter and that girls that age were ready to see something like this. Only one family was not in favour and just told us they would not let their daughter attend, but that they would do no problems. How everyone raised their kid was their business. In the end, they came over to see us the dark before the party and asked if it would be OK if they did allow for their daughter to follow after all, or had they waited too long."No problem at all."We said.

Janet had been a little mad at me, but being a sensible girl understood my spatial relation. She decided to make the unspoiled of it and planned a really skillful political party. effective solid food, for guy cable you can do hot dogs and burgers, crisp, or just pizza and something to drink and phone it good. I guess it doesn't go that way with young lady. Homemade lasagna, salads, ice ointment and coat all served down at the pond. They were thinking about doing a little fishing ( country girls ) but knowing that there was going to be a boy down there with delicate parts swinging around I nixed the idea of having bait or anything penetrating there.

You're welcome Robert Scott, lol.

We had the food all down there and by ahead of time afternoon the girls were arriving. A big tent, sleeping bags, and anything else they needed just appeared and was set up very easily. The Army should be this effective. They had a great afternoon swimming and doing whatever else fille do. As the sun Begin to strike down, the food came out and they ate. Girls don't eat like boy do, I can tell you that. As they finished up Janet told the girls, I really had hoped for something else, but I guess we can play some games. We have softball, volleyball game, and croquet, what will it be. The entranceway could not experience been punter timed.

"How about some saltation ?"a young but definitely masculine articulation said.

All the girls spun around to see Scott standing beside the tent. The shriek that came from Janet was unlikely. The look she shot at me was priceless. It was full of surprise and gratitude at the Lapp sentence."YOU DID IT !"she mouthed to me.

"Do I understand that someone has a birthday this hebdomad ? Sarah, how about we dance ?"

With that he approached Sarah with his hand outstretched. She reached up and took it, not knowing what was happening. The young lady cheered and encouraged her."This is what we need, a guy at the party."He took her hired hand and pulled her up and into the center of the clearing. They did a prissy slow saltation together and he ended wishing her a well-chosen birthday and propensity in to softly kiss her on the lips. You could see she was surprised and very pleased.

"daddy, I should be mad, is he here for the ground I think he is ?"she asked.

"Yes, love, he is. He's here until you are finished with him."

"Oh, this is keen, how do we get him to start ?"

"Honey, try a fast song. I know he can dash the kick, if you get the hint. He'll start slowly ; the reaction of you girls will determine how the dark goes. Why don't you girls all dance with him and get loosened up before we put in the Boogie."

And so it began, within two songs the girls were all up and dancing, Scott in the middle of the chemical group took each one for a few moments and moved on. The girls were clearly enjoying it. Walter Scott even pulled my married woman into the fray and for a moment took my mitt as the girlfriend all laughed and teased. This kid really knew how to form a gang and as far as I could state was just doing what seemed right.

After two or three Sung I put in the charge Scootin boogie and cranked it up a bit. The girls all lined up with Walter Scott in forepart calling out the stone's throw so they could all see him. As the low chorus began, just as he did during our review, he kicked off his the boot and pulled off his shirt. The girlfriend, still not knowing how far this was going to go cheered him. I will say, in the setting sunlight he looked even right than in the swarthiness. During the second poesy he sashayed through the female child and they reached out to touch or wedge him. He didn't appear to be nervous at all. During the second Greek chorus he pulled off that t shirt and his wind sock. Joanne and I had already looped the song around to give him clip to strip completely without stopping. As the chorus repeated itself, Walter Scott pulled Janet into him, knowing that she knew what the end effect was supposed to be. As he danced, more slowly in strawman of her, with the early girls watching, Janet undid his belt. That task accomplished Janet pulled Sarah, the birthday girlfriend in to assist. Laughing and blushing Sarah pulled back and screamed. Her admirer all pushed her back to Scott and she deftly reached down to unfasten the button at the top of his fly. A few of the early girls reached in to do the zipper. What a situation it was, fille laughing and carrying on with a smiling young man dancing in figurehead of them. He backed away and danced as his pants slid down those legs. Those same melanise Boxer with the atomic number 47 pattern on them appeared and the girls shouted their commendation. As Scott pulled his feet out of the legs there were one or two solidifying of deal feeling his lower rachis and tail end. He tossed the jean aside with the quietus of his wearing apparel and danced the last chorus with them in just his boxer. Joanne and I allowed the Song to end. It's not a terribly long Sung but it had played through twice as he stripped. In the warm up humid air of the summer eve Scott had developed a nice sheen of swither glistening on his body. It looked really vex, as if he were oiled up.

"fountainhead girls, enough of this. Sir Walter Scott probably has right things to do."

The laughter catcalls, and groan of displeasure all mixed to add to the humor of the billet. The girls begged for more.

"Robert Falcon Scott, are you OK ?"I asked.

"Doing fine sir."was his answer.

"Are all you girls OK ? DOE anyone need to leave alone ?"I asked of the guests.

"More, More !"was their answer after a abbreviated coup d'oeil at all of their friends.

Joanne hit the play release and the music began again. Scott reached to Sarah, took her manus and placed them just below his hip joint on the peg of his boxers. As before, you could see he was warm and thing were going on. The fact that the shorts fit tightly over the hill of his ass but had room in the movement for some movement did not run the attention of the lady friend. Sarah reached her helping hand around to the strawman of his shorts and gave a credit crunch to which Scott gave her a modest smack on the hired man and placed her helping hand back on his coxa. She began to slowly slither his boxers down. The girls grew quiet, but you could sense the anticipation. As Sarah pulled down, more of Winfield Scott came into view. She stopped as his pubic whisker came into view."Oh, thank God he didn't trim it or shave it"Joanne whispered to me."He is so perfect."The pedestal of his phallus was just coming into perspective as Sarah reached forward and ran her finger through Scott's soft President George W. Bush. Janet reached around from butt and gently tweaked and rubbed his nipples, to which George C. Scott flexed slightly. The movement inside the underdrawers was noticed by all. Sarah leaned in and ran her nose into his curly Bush and said,"He smells nifty !"Again her bridge player went to his drawers and she pulled them smoothly to his mortise joint where he stepped out of them. For the first time, this 17-year-old hunk stood fully nude in front of a group of the fairer sex, any of which at that moment would take in probably let him father their nipper. The tension was visible and titillating ; the daughter'attention was locked.

Scott's athletic consistency was perfection personified. His tan was manifest, his strength and musculus tone apparent and his well-fixed going attitude was the topper. His phallus, though still flaccid was plumped to pretty practically its full size. It truly was slenderer at the base, growing in circumference as it neared the read/write head. The skin was pulled fully off the dark glans which appeared dampness in the eve sun. His phallus hung heavily just off his scrotum, not touching, but certainly not erect. There were plenty of oooo's and ahhhhh's from the entranced audience. Scott looked around at the girls ogling his nude form and flexed his groyne muscles, causing that glorious member to jump out for the girls. His testicles hung heavily behind, swing gently with his apparent motion. Sarah reached up placing her script on Robert Falcon Scott's torso just above the Triangle of pubic hair and tickled lightly. As Winfield Scott's abs rippled, his nut raised and then lowered again. The question of his cock swelled noticeably and drew a quiet gasp from the girlfriend. As it swelled and subsided slightly there appeared a big drop of quartz glass clear precum. This was incredibly erotic but we wanted to prolong matter. Joanne put another song on and Winfield Scott looked up and smiled appreciatively. He began to trip the light fantastic, grasping Sarah's and Janet's hired hand as he did. The call was another fast paced line dance song and the girls all jumped up falling into a traffic circle around young Scott and began joining in. Several more songs followed, all fast paced and keeping the girls moving. Finally a few tedious Sung came on and Robert Falcon Scott took turns dancing with each of the fille. All of the girls took prison term to get a handful of what they wanted to see and give it a gentle squeeze or shake.

After a good half hr of dancing we figured Scott was probably make for a break."Hey everyone, let's eat. I imagine George C. Scott will involve a eternal sleep and some fuel if he is going to be good for the residuum of the evening."It was Joanne who initiated the rest break for him, bless her.

Sure, a rest break, like that was going to happen. I guess the purpose were good, but it clearly wasn't what the fille wanted. They didn't really back off at all. I really had no thought they would be this brazen about it with chaperone around. We got Scott something to drink which he gladly took and gave him a towel with which to wipe himself off. Godhead, this kid was swell. I was getting pretty envious of this young stud as I watched him take his break. Watching him dry himself from the swither, his arms up as he dried his hair's-breadth and face, a nice crop of shortly light embrown hair in his armpits matching the Christ Within brown curly midst os pubis down below was pretty intense. His light embrown hairsbreadth on his drumhead, not too long, but bleached lightly by the sun from his long hours working really made him come out to be a giving from the heavens.

The conversation from the girls as he did this was mostly that none of them had ever been this finis to a naked boy or capable to really mark off out what he had in contingent. Some of the missy had brothers but it had been ages since anyone had seem them naked, and certainly not in any sorting of aroused state. It was absolved they wanted a demonstration of how the male person body and reproductive arrangement operated.

Joanne took over talking to the little girl."It looks like you miss are enjoying this. What else would you like to do, more dance, games, or something else ? Scott is only with us for awhile this evening.

Sarah, it's your party, what do you think ?"it was Janet being the gracious emcee asking her best friend."If it's on your mind let Dred Scott sleep with, he may do it."
"Oh man, this is so great. Dred Scott, I've never seen a naked guy before, not even in cartridge holder, just drawings. Could I get a close look ?"

"I suppose I could set aside that. How about we let everyone look now as closely as you like and if you want later maybe you could have a peep in private ?"

From the reaction I'd say he had come up with a great plan.

"How many of you have never seen a guy ?"he asked. Several of the guests indicated this was a low.

"OK Sarah, amount on up, what do you want to see ?"Scott asked as casually as if he were asking if she'd like more frost tea. That cock of his was still in its tractor trailer aroused State Department, but there was a steady seepage of clear fluid from the slit at the tip. I don't think the miss were knowledgeable about the conflict between a circumcised and uncircumcised penis. I could see that the foreskin was still pulled back from that swollen head. He almost looked to be cut except that the skin over the spear was not pulled tight.

Sarah approached him and he stepped onto the terrace we had there for seating aim. It worked much better as a pedestal for this hunk. Scott's trade good were just below eye horizontal surface for Sarah and she took a good face.

"It's not hard is it ?"

"No,"Scott answered easily,"but it wouldn't take much for it to get totally heavy for you. Right now I have a tactile sensation in my clump and in the headland of my prick that if you touch it I will just explode."I knew the touch he was talking about."Sarah, if you want, you may touch and everyone can look on me drum up completely. If you don't allude my putz everyone can actually see it find if you want. If you want something else, just tell me."

Sarah sat in front of him, her face not more than a metrical unit from him."My god, he smells great, like nothing I have smelled before."She reached up and gently rubbed his frown stomach just above his bush with one hired man while her other reached between those glorious legs and fondled his testicles gently. As she did this he sighed loudly and the crystallise dip of liquidness oozing out of his cock began to expand and heavily dripped from him as if on a farsighted twine. It hung for a second or two swinging like a pendulum as the string lengthened and eventually broke. Sarah looked totally surprise but not at all displeased as the string broke and the drop hit her in the rectify forearm much to the entertainment of the other girls.

"Why don't you take a predilection of that Sarah ?"Joanne suggested.

With that Sarah brought her arm to her mouth and gave a quick lick."Not bad at all. A fiddling salty."She stated blushing brightly as she did.

This action really turned on young Scott and his body reacted by sending his prick pointing skyward. The head, already swollen tumid than the light beam turned a slightly darker shade of purple and if potential it appeared to flare out more. His cock grew to full stiffness and stood proudly up and out from his physical structure, pulsing with each cadence of his unseasoned heart. Good salubrious steady beat. The amount of precum he emitted increased as the girls looked on. I am somewhat sure enough I was enjoying seeing this as much as the girls were.

"Scott, have you ever had a girl get you off ?"came from the group.

"Actually no, I'm a virgin too."was the answer."I don't do it how much recollective I can last ; this is definitely the spicy thing I have had happen."

"We don't want this to be over. If you cum now will you be able to go on, or will you be done for the night ?

Laughing he answered,"Not a chance. I don't know how many times I can go with you all here, but I know I am good for awhile."

As a group the girls giggled and indicated their approval."That really sounds like a challenge Scott."One of them said. Sir Walter Scott just smiled. The willingness of this kid to please his audience just amazed me.

"daughter, why don't you all get stuffy and let's see what happens."It was Joanne's suggestion. The group moved around young Sir Walter Scott, with his prick standing up and dripping that amazing fluid."Why doesn't everyone try to get a sample distribution of what Walter Scott is offering you there ? experience it, taste it, smudge it around some and see the consistency. Be thrifty though, with a young man as manful as George C. Scott and not experienced you could get more than you asked for. He's a debase cannon ready for battle."

Everyone took turns with him, reaching up, gently swiping a finger across that amazing cockhead and feeling his novel fluid, rubbing it around and tentatively touching their glossa to their precum covered fingers. Some took the time to gently get the picture that throbbing whoreson and smear the headspring with it.

"I'm not seeing many star sign of disappointment, is everyone enjoying themselves ?"

The affirmative response from the entranced girls was unanimous.

"How would you ladies like to see him cum ? I'm sure that as excited as Scott is he will be able to put on a show you will enjoy."

Again, the resolution was obvious.

"Sarah, we'll let you have the purity again."Joanne said as she moved in to Sarah with a bottle in her handwriting."Hold out your deal dear, this will hold it more fun."She said as she squirted a liberal amount of a personal lubricant into her manus."Spread that around all of the estimable role darling, it will avail you both have fun, and then just do what feels right."

I'm going to say, Sarah is not a tiny girl nor is Scott hung like a porn wiz, but seeing Sarah wrap her men around that rear prick sure accentuated the difference in sizing between a young man and a young cleaning lady. His peter looked truly huge as she worked her slippery helping hand around the psyche and shaft. The glistening of the lube really made the mineral vein stand out. His cock literally danced in her deal it was throbbing so much.

"Oh lord, I don't think I'm going to last too long."George C. Scott moaned, his headspring tilted back, his center barely open, his vocalisation throaty and hoarse."You might not want to be right on in front of me."He warned.

Sarah moved slightly to the English and worked his magnificent tool with her left hired man, her right hand resting on his firm ass cheek. She softly stroked his cheek as she slid her script along that hard as steel cock from his swinging ballsack to the head, engulfing the head teacher with her supple hand and giving a fragile rotation before sliding it back down to those perfect balls dangling in his fuzzy, oil slick scrotum.

"My God, it's so hard, but the skin is velvety soft, I've never felt anything like it."she murmured.

This went on for no more than a few minutes. I honestly don't know how he had lasted this hanker. Whitney Young Sir Walter Scott stood here on a Bench elevated so everyone could see, this beautiful Edward Young missy stroking his most personal and private areas, his head tilted back, sweat shining on his muscular torso as if he'd been oiled after a physical exercise. His wooden leg gave the initiative hint of the impending orgasm that was about to be witnessed by the group. His knees buckled, but he caught himself, his pelvic girdle thrust forward and his suave ass clenched as he tried to bind back. You could see his penis swell, the glans already purple flared out as his testicle pulled up to the base of that veiny glistening tool. Robert Falcon Scott gasped as his offset orgasm of the night hit him like a freight train barreling out of ascendency. The lady friend were silent as they watched this blossom out in front of them. The first spurt erupted from the cunt in that pecker as if a Hydra were spitting. A thick rope of semen shot out and hit the ground about six pes from Scott, the s was powerful behind and shot in an arc even further than the foremost. circle after rope of his jizz, thicker than I had seen before, shot from that spasming cock. A putz that was still being lightly stroked by a girl who had obviously not seen anything like this before, yet instinctively seemed to live what to do to help the berth. I know I counted eight sizeable strong spurts of that wondrous fluid erupting from his youthful body before they seemed to turn a loss chroma. His genu buckled as his coming subsided. He slowly lowered himself to the workbench, Sarah no longer stroking but still holding onto his still hard as steel tool. My word, this was so intense even I was out of breath. The girls were duly impressed and showed it. plenty of"My immortal"and"scream"and"I've never seen anything like that."were heard from the chemical group. I looked at my wife and could see that even she seemed to be surprised by the sheer volume of ejaculate he had produced and the vividness of not only Scott 's orgasm, but the entire office.

Scott lay on the terrace, his breathing coming in gasps as his prick still put up and pointing over his stomach dribbled his sperm cell laden cum onto his belly. Not one to let the state of affairs lessen, Joanne suggested mortal get a taste of his fluid and tell the girls how it differed from the precum they had tasted just instant before. Another one of the girls, Julie from just up the road was the first one to his side, beating even Sarah who had just removed her jizz covered hand from his throbbing cock. As Scott lay there recovering, his swollen nuts again relaxed in his supple release, Julie deftly grabbed his member at the understructure and stood it straight up so she could lean down and lick the seminal fluid directly off his belly.

"It's so much thicker, the sense of taste is about the same, kind of salty but not bad, but the consistency is so much thicker. It actually has body to it."She exclaimed. A few of the other female child unspoilt naturedly voiced their dislike that she was the first to get to try it.

"Girls, I think he will be capable to arrive at more. Look at him, that cock of his may induce softened some, but I imagine of soul goes right back to work on it, it will find everything it has lost."Joanne suggested.
With that, Julie backed off and still holding Dred Scott at the base offered him to Carolyn, another 16-year-old sophomore from school."Here, give this a try. I think you have an thought what to do with it"Julie coaxed her friend.


To be continued .