The Farmboy Stripper ( 2 )


This is a story about fun in the country.
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 year now and we are both virgins. We have done a lot of playing around without going all the way. That will derive later.
This story is a fantasy of mine that my girl is aware of. She loves it and has a true fun and daring bar herself.
Initially this tale was submitted under another figure and was three chapters. Here I have tried to right some of the weaknesses to make it easier to read and have corrected some well-formed errors. It truly amazes me how many times I can study this and not spot errors.
I do own my school workload, plus my farming and work to keep back me busy, so additions will come slowly. Please be patient. I will try to have calibre entry when I can.
Your input have been greatly comprehended and I hope you will keep on with constructive criticism. If you have a negatively charged reply, I would really like to find out what you do n't like. Please be constructive.
This is a fancy of mine and I want it to draw on.





"dada, can I peach to you ?"It was my daughter, Janet who had just turned 16 and is the apple of my eye. She is a beauty, but I could be biased. She stands about 5'4"weighs an athletic 112 lbs., has gorgeous lightsome brown haircloth and brown eyes to cope with. Her pelt is a deep tan from the early summer sun and her time worn-out outdoors swimming and gardening on our small land area.

"Sure, dear, you can tattle to me anytime."

"dad, you know that Sarah is turning 16 in two calendar week. 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 good if we could do it for her. I've saved the money and can pay for all the food and potable if you'll give permission."

Sarah had become my daughters'honorable friend since we moved here last give just after school day had let out for the summer vacation. Janet had gone out for softball and met many groovy people and become fast admirer with the girls on the team. Sarah, standing at 5'3"and weighing just LE than 100 lbs. with beautifully wavy light brown fuzz, low eyes and the whitest tooth you had ever seen smiling at you was also a treat to the eyes of any male person who was not gay or dead.

"That sounds like a effective plan Jan, did your female parent 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 special. First off, I want a sleepover with 10 or 15 of us add together. Mom said that was okay, it was my second melodic theme she wasn't too certain about and said that I had to sing to you about."

"Well babe, your mom has a good head teacher on her shoulder, there must be something to consider here. What is your second request ?"

"Daddy, you know Sarah is an only shaver, no brothers or babe. I really want her to have a exceptional sentence being welcomed into womanhood. perfumed 16 is a pretty big mass, I want her to commend it for a farseeing time."

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

"well, I don't get laid how to ask, so I'll just blunder out it out."“ dad, I want to engage a stripper for her."“ Don't get worried, I already have one in mind."

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

"That's just it Dad, the guy we have in psyche is under 18, so it is just kids playing around. How could that be difficulty ?"

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

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

She was right ; I knew right away of whom she was thinking. George C. Scott is a great looking untested man, 17, light brown to dark blond hair, lightly tanned skin, deep grey centre and a smile that could kill. Standing at 5'10 ”, having a muscular but unhorse build, and weighing about 155 lbs. with blanket shoulders and breast tapering down to a small 28"waist, he was exactly what any budding teenager age young lady would like to see. We had all seen him dance too and knew he had the motion. We had moved into a small town in Confederate States of America central Iowa. It was a very community oriented place with lots of unspoiled family entertainment. Twice a workweek in the summertime time the Town council blocked off the street on the North side of the townspeople square and had a street saltation. Sometimes it was rock, sometimes body politic, one time this summer they even had some blues and ballroom dancing. He could do it all.

"Scott, good sorrow honey, we know his parents. How could I ask them about something like this ? Janet, what exactly did your female parent say ?"

"Daddy, please ? Mom said it was up to you. She wasn't sure about this but if you approved, she would substantiate 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 ? beloved, I haven't even said you can do it. This is a pretty big deal. Where are you going to birth this political party ? right here in the house ? A new man strutting his stuff right here in the living elbow room ?"

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

"Geeze, honey, I'm going to birth to intend about this. Give me sentence to talk to your mother and kind this out in my head."

"Ok, but rush Daddy, her birthday is in two weeks."

So this is how it all started. We had moved to this area at the end of saltation just after school had dismissed for the summer. My always popular daughter was trying very hard to put together a party that would be impossible to top. We were just getting settled in, just a normal crime syndicate doing all the menage things. Church, adulterous natural action, workplace and some good diversion occupied our clip on our 40-acre hobby farm in the southern part of the most beautiful state in the country. I may be fond, but I was raised here. So far we had not been disappointed either. Our farm was surrounded by rolling James Jerome Hill of bountiful crop realm and pastures. Our neighbors'large farm bordered the backwaters of a very large recreational lake the Army Corp of Engineers had built about 40 years ago. To cite a melodic line from one of our preferent flick"Is this heaven ?"“ No, it's Iowa."We loved it.

Over the future twain of days as I pondered what to do about this I watched the activity in the orbit that bordered our minor acreage. The earth was owned by the Curry's, Sir Walter Scott's family. It was a well-kept piece of estate that they were using as eatage this year. I had seen Scott throughout the day working on fencing, repairing gates, mowing and things like that. As I watched this Danton True Young man study I could certainly translate why the missy swooned over him. He usually wore some drawn blue jeans, belted to his narrow hip, work kicking, and as the day progressed, no shirt, giving the earth a luck to see that favorable hide ripple and flex as the house muscles below worked. I admit I kind of need to see him with the female child too.

I had absolutely no idea how to bring this up to Scott's parents without making us sound like freaks. One afternoon, I saw his Church Father, Dan, out checking on the forward motion Scott had made in the field of honor. legal philosophy prescribing who is creditworthy for what when dealing with neighbors and fencing are pretty confusing to non-farmer types like us, so I decided to go out and chit-chat with him to see what I could see. While we were talking Scott came up and acknowledged me with a friendly smile and"Hello Mr. Walker."He then caught his Fatherhood up on the progress he had made, the workplace 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 hand truck, opened the door and pulled out a old-hat pair of shortcut shorts. As he was with the truck threshold open and the positioning of the truck he was shielded from view from our mansion, the road, and anyone in the pasture but his beginner and me. He just stripped out of his work clothes with his back to us and pulled on the cutoff shorts. For a moment he was in his full nude resplendency, visible only from behind, but let me say, what a aspect. When he finished with the shorts he pulled on some old stoolpigeon, reached into the back of the truck for a minuscule tackle box and a cane pole. He looked our way, gave us a wave and was off about a quarter mile through the pasture 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 cognizant."No, he has never been shy at all, I hope you aren't offended. In the country 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 experience that."

One thing 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 plan and ended up blurting out the part about her hoping for a peeler. I had actually said it before I thought about what I was saying. I tried very hard not to freeze. Dan's reaction actually surprised me.

"Girls will be girls"was all he said."They really aren't any unlike from boys that age."

"Really ? I had no thought 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 sanction and if there are any that don't, they will just not let their daughter go. I don't think anyone would cause any trouble for you knowing that everyone who was present had the support of their parents."

"Well Dan, it gets unsound than that."I told him,"They have a offspring man in judgment to bet the striptease artist ?"“ You may change your thinker when you hear who."

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

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

Dan thought for awhile as he drove a few staple fibre into a post, fastening the telegram tightly."No, not really, Scotty's always been pretty pop with the girl, 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 time myself. He might be uncoerced to do it. Is this something you are really serious about ?"

"fountainhead, the female child 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 Walter Scott. The substantial question is who's going to ask him ?"

We talked for a while longer about city animation vs. body politic lifespan, how the tyke are dissimilar in many room but alike in others, and just liveliness in ecumenical. It was a gravid evening visiting and I guess we lost path of fourth dimension. The issue of the company came back around and I asked if Dan thought I would be ok asking him about it or if he thought it was a crazy 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 squeamish Lepomis macrochirus on it."I had a pretty good Nox. Looks like supper tomorrow night."he said. We both allowed as it did indeed feel like a good nighttime fishing.

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

"What's up Mr. Walker ?"
"Scott, I have something to ask you and I have no musical theme 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 turn a loss you as a friend. You and your family have been secure to us since we got here."

"wellspring, if you want to ask something difficult, the undecomposed way is to just do it. What's on your mind ?"

"Walter Scott, I'll ask quickly. Janet wants to make a birthday political party for Sarah. She's 16 next Saturday."

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

"Well George C. Scott, this is the punishing voice. Janet wants the party to be exceptional, and the only thing she can remember of is to get someone to strip for the girls. That will be a party to recollect and something special for Sarah."

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

"That's just it Sir Walter Scott. To make it really fun, they are requesting that YOU be the one to strip for them ?"

"Me ? Really ? Why me ?"His face blushed slightly but he was smiling which just made his pregnant chad stand out that much more.

Now it was my turn of events to gag."Are you kidding George C. Scott, the why is the easy voice. The will you is the dubiousness I am worried about. I was terrified to ask you this, but I can't bear the thought of going back to the house and telling Janet no."

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

"George C. Scott, I know what they want. I'm going to take, it sounds like fun, but I don't think I could have 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 petty bit at least, but they have mentioned possibly playing volleyball or croquet afterwards, and if you'd stay nude for parting of that. Scott, Janet has saved and is willing to pay."

"Man, fully nude huh ? I never thought about this. It sounds variety of fun. What guy wouldn't like to consume some lady friend fussing over him like that ? How much do you retrieve she'd pay ?

"I know she has $ 400 saved up for the party. How practically would you have to have ? They are planning on 9 little girl there Scott."

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

"Sure Robert Falcon Scott, the company is a workweek from Sat. Please let me know."

With that he nodded, turned his binding on me and approached his motortruck. Even in those cutoffs I could see this kid had things going on. He put his fish, pole, and fishing tackle in the backbone, climbed in the stern 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 changeling, but his response had been anything but shock or repulsive force, in fact, he sounded as if he had a irrefutable attitude about it.
I walked family 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 gag, did he consider we were half-wit ?

"No dear, he was actually very decent. So was his father. It's totally up to Dred Scott now. I told him you had $ 400 to pay him with. Don't push it honey, let's just let him imagine about it. Please, what would you be thinking if he had asked you to strip for his friends ? He'll let us know."

Janet was on top of the world when she went to her room. It seems just the thinking of this occurrent had her on defile nine. I don't know what will pass off if he says no.

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

"Mr. Zimmer frame, it's Sir Walter Scott, can we talk ?"
"Sure George C. Scott, when ?"

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

champion was our horse, half quarter horse and half hackney carriage crib. A beautiful brute, covenant for a cavalry but much too big to be a crib, very gentle and will to do anything asked of her.

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

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

"I think so Mr. Alice Malsenior Walker. Are you sure you and Mrs Walker are willing to go through with this ?"

"Scott, I think if this is going to pass off, 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 unfastened enough for some estimable games. There is a spot for a balefire for cookery and sitting around afterwards. Plus, we can lend the motortruck down for the medicine and not bother anyone. I don't think we want to be too loud 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 despoil or not. I mean, I don't have any partiality bust away clothes or g strings or anything. We are just average people."

"Scott, I don't think that thing. We have all seen you dance uptown during the street dances. I think you have movement no matter what is playing. I think that's what matters. I think if you wear your convention attire and don't lace up your boots so you can kick them off, you can do the rest. Besides, if you come over dressed like that, it will appear natural and we can really sell it to the daughter as a surprise."

"Wow, Mr.Wal…..Joe that sounds like it could work. So, I'll just strip out of these ?"He was wearing exactly what I thought he should be. He had on a long sleeve jean workplace shirt, effort stained in the rectify place and open about halfway down his dresser exposing a white t-shirt, faded and bear blue air jeans that hung loosely on his slender rosehip with the belt holding them up and his employment boots.

"Looks perfect Robert Scott, what kind of underwear do you usually wear ?"

"I usually wear shorts, red or inkiness. I suppose I could put something tighter like a Speedo or athlete 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 stud 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 country song with a good beat. It was Boot Scootin Boogey by Brooks & Dun. I guess I wouldn't have thought of that as a song for stripping, but watching him be active sure made a believer of me. Sir Walter Scott shuffled around during the first verse line just dancing as young mass do. His gumption of round was spot on and his motion were so natural and fluid I had almost forgotten what was to encounter. When the refrain came up he unbuttoned his shirt and kicked off his boots simultaneously. He was left in his dungaree and a really well looking tight fitting sleeveless t shirt and of course his cap advertising a large brand of semen maize. Not bad at all. As he spun around you could see how his back and shoulder brawn were accentuated by the cut and fuddled fit of that shirt. His pectoral and nipples captivated your attention in the front enough that you barely noticed the lower region hugging those well-formed 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 social movement. The second verse began and he again danced around. He stuck out his hand and pulled Joanne up to dance as well, as he would one of the Edgar Guest."A little audience involution would be fun."He said. I really hadn't mentation of this. He spun her back to the side and during the verse he worked on unfastening his belt and gasp. 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 entire time. The refrain began and he whipped off his air-sleeve as those loose jeans tried to work their way over that magnificent ass. I have no idea how anyone can face undecomposed removing socks, but he somehow made it a sultry experience. By the time the chorus was over the number 1 sentence his pants were around his mortise joint and he worked to get them over his feet. I can't tell you how groovy he looked bending over and pulling his metrical unit through the pegleg. He was wearing boxers, just as he had said. Nice black boxers with some white or silver pattern on them, tight in the mightily shoes but loose enough that you could see he was warm, unwind and swinging where it was sure to be appreciated. The birdcall was over and Scott stood there in the moonlight on that affectionate evening with the little luster of effort on that athletic body. His fortunate whisker looked almost silver in the moonlight and radiancy from his gabardine teeth told you who big his smiling was.

"wellspring, do you reckon the move are OK, Joe ?"

"You're kidding, right Robert Falcon Scott ? That looked howling. I'm sure everyone will enjoy that. How did you know you could strip to that ?"

"I really didn't."he laughed,"I just thought a quick paced call might be trade good for it."

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

"Oh, you want the whole appearance here ? No problem, I guess I shouldn't have wasted the entire maiden verse."

With that he began the song at the last chorus and gracefully slide his hand into the sides of those packer, working them over his hips. All I can say now is WOW, what a visual sense. As the underwear cleared his package he shook them down his legs and jumped out of them, leaving them in the grass at his feet. Again, he did the boogie-woogie as the call finished, leaving nothing to the imagination, yet moving enough that you couldn't get a really in effect look at the goods.

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

Robert Falcon Scott, this 5'10"body politic boy weighing 150-155 lbs. of musculus stood totally bare not 10 feet from us in the bright moonlight. My lord, he was fantastic. We had watched this unseasoned man work shirtless many clock time, but to see him like this, inviting inspection. His height, his weight, his neck size and broad shoulders to the V of his collarbone, his dimension were flawless. His torso from that collarbone to his across-the-board breast with the well-formed pectorals with the dime bag sized pap on them, to the chiseled and work abs and continuing to that specialize waistline left you wondering if anyone could be Sir Thomas More double-dyed. Continuing down from his shank to the powerful muscular thighs, past his bulging calfskin to a pair of perfectly shaped feet and toes was to see something akin to Michelangelo Buonarroti's David. As you may have guessed, the salutary part was hanging between his ramification. thoroughly God Almighty, how could the kid pack this away from view ? Nestled in a nest of curly light brown pubic fuzz his penis hung heavily over a sack that was well relaxed and lovesome and should have been swinging had it not been for its fullness. That dick, uncut ! Yes, uncut, slightly fragile where it exited his torso and growing in cinch as it rested over that scrotum that appeared to stimulate two walnuts inside. The prepuce nicely covered the head of that glorious dick without grotesquely hanging off the tip. He stood there nude for our critique. Joanne slowly approached him, reaching out. His leg spread slightly as she reached out and down, encircling that fantastic private parts, her fingers slipping behind the sack, her pollex over the top where his shaft emerged for that howling bush. She felt his passion, the heft of those orchis, that phallus growing in both length and girth.

"Wow George C. Scott, I never imagined you would look like this. Do you think you would allow the fille to touch ?"she asked him.

"Really, touch ? Do you cogitate they would want to ? I would think they might be too shy in social movement of their friends, or laughing too hard to want to really do much."

This was unlikely, a 17 yr old neighbor boy we had known for about 6 week and who had been nothing but friendly to us was standing in our small pastureland at our pool totally nude while my married woman held and fondled his genitals as if it were completely natural talking with us about letting our 16 year old daughter and her acquaintance play with him.

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

My married woman thought a moment, smiled and said,"I think as long as everyone is comfortable, no harm can come."

Walter Scott smiled and for the get-go time blushed. surprisal, surprisal, the kid does receive a point of accumulation and Joanne had found it. She gently squeezed him, gave a slight shake 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 relaxation here 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 ball for herself. Here we are, latterly eventide on a beautiful night playing catch with a neighbour nude 17 year old son as if it were done everywhere all the time. We played and talked for about 15 minutes until we saw headlights draw in into our driveway. We knew that would be Janet coming home."Scott, let's coating this up, we don't want Janet to come down and see you, we'd a good deal rather save it for the party."

As we put things away, Sir Walter Scott still nude brushed against Joanne and she casually reached down to audit him once more."Robert Scott, I can't believe how well-heeled going you are, but you are going to take in to let us see this thing as it is intended to be."Walter Scott smiled and blushed again slightly as she gave his dong a agile pull.

"I can involve care of that Mrs Walker."he said."No need for you to do that, it might be more fun if they can just determine it."With that he stepped back, casually wiped his fuzz and face and that beautiful prick began to lengthen and swell. The girth of it was what amazed me. It began by just growing in length, the psyche pushing out of that beautiful foreskin. As it popped out, the size of it of it caught both our eyes. The skin pushed past the corona exposing the swollen point in its entirety. What a sight. It continued to lengthen and also began to rise off that nut sack, allowing a much better view. Very few hairs, it was still soft and slender, appearing to obtain a distich of walnuts, fairly prominent, definitely firm. As it swelled to its full glory, it pointed up at about a 45-degree angle, neither to the left nor to the right field. The node absolutely looked like a mushroom on the end. The pecker was perfect for its intended job. His nuts hung heavily below, still swinging in the strong air.

"Scott, you are perfect."was Joanne's comment."Are you going to be able to get family with that like that, or will you demand to take 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 veracious, always leave em wanting to a greater extent. We'll let you get dressed and get home."

With that Joanne and I headed to the house, hand in manus. I think this is going to be a good night for us. The 24-hour interval leading up to the party went quickly after that. Joanne and I had decided not to recount Janet that Robert Scott was going to issue forth 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 able to get up with a way to ask his parents about it. What I had really done was quietly go around to the other parents of the guests and let them know what the plan was. It went about like Dan had said it would. Almost all of the parents thought it sounded like a fun clock time and that fille that age were ready to see something like this. Only one family was not in favor and just told us they would not let their daughter attend, but that they would cause no problem. How everyone raised their tyke was their business organization. In the end, they came over to see us the night before the party and asked if it would be OK if they did allow their daughter to come after all, or had they waited too long."No problem at all."We said.

Janet had been a lilliputian mad at me, but being a sensible girl understood my side. She decided to wee-wee the best of it and planned a really nice political party. full food, for bozo you can do hot wiener and burgers, check, or just pizza pie and something to drink and call it good. I guess it doesn't go that way with girls. Homemade lasagna, salads, ice cream and cake all served down at the pond. They were thinking about doing a short sportfishing ( country girls ) but knowing that there was going to be a boy down there with delicate section swinging around I nixed the idea of having hooks or anything needlelike there.

You're welcomed Sir Walter Scott, lol.

We had the food for thought all down there and by early afternoon the girls were arriving. A big tent, sleeping traveling bag, and anything else they needed just appeared and was set up very easily. The Army should be this efficient. They had a great afternoon swimming and doing whatever else young woman do. As the sun Menachem Begin to drop, the food came out and they ate. female child don't eat like male child do, I can tell you that. As they finished up Janet told the miss, I really had hoped for something else, but I guess we can play some secret plan. We have softball, volleyball, and croquet, what will it be. The entrance could not throw been skillful timed.

"How about some terpsichore ?"a young but definitely masculine vocalisation said.

All the young woman spun around to see Scott standing beside the tent. The shrieking that came from Janet was incredible. The look she shot at me was priceless. It was full of surprisal and gratitude at the same prison term."YOU DID IT !"she mouthed to me.

"Do I understand that someone has a natal day this week ? 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 girls cheered and encouraged her."This is what we need, a guy at the party."He took her hand and pulled her up and into the centre of attention of the clearing. They did a squeamish deadening saltation together and he ended wishing her a happy natal day and lean in to softly kiss her on the brim. You could see she was surprised and very pleased.

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

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

"Oh, this is gravid, how do we get him to set off ?"

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

And so it began, within two songs the girlfriend were all up and dancing, Winfield Scott in the eye of the grouping took each one for a few moments and moved on. The girls were clearly enjoying it. Robert Scott even pulled my married woman into the disturbance and for a moment took my hand as the daughter all laughed and teased. This kid really knew how to work out a crowd and as far as I could differentiate was just doing what seemed right.

After two or three birdsong I put in the thrill Scootin Boogie and cranked it up a bit. The lady friend all lined up with Scott in figurehead calling out the steps so they could all see him. As the first refrain began, just as he did during our review, he kicked off his rush and pulled off his shirt. The young lady, still not knowing how far this was going to go cheered him. I will say, in the scope sunlight he looked even better than in the darkness. During the mo poesy he sashayed through the lady friend and they reached out to touch or squeeze him. He didn't appear to be nervous at all. During the second chorus he pulled off that t shirt and his air-sleeve. Joanne and I had already looped the birdsong around to devote him time to ransack completely without stopping. As the chorus line repeated itself, Scott pulled Janet into him, knowing that she knew what the end result was supposed to be. As he danced, more slowly in front of her, with the former girls watching, Janet undid his belt. That task accomplished Janet pulled Sarah, the birthday girl in to assist. Laughing and blushing Sarah pulled back and screamed. Her champion 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 other female child reached in to do the zipper. What a site it was, girls laughing and carrying on with a smiling vernal man dancing in front of them. He backed away and danced as his bloomers slid down those leg. Those same black boxers with the silver traffic pattern on them appeared and the young woman shouted their favorable reception. As Scott pulled his feet out of the pegleg there were one or two sets of hired hand feeling his let down back and seat. He tossed the blue jean aside with the quietus of his clothes and danced the last-place chorus with them in just his boxers. Joanne and I allowed the birdcall to end. It's not a terribly farsighted song 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 fret glistening on his eubstance. It looked really nonplus, as if he were oiled up.

"Well lady friend, enough of this. Scott probably has proficient things to do."

The laugh catcalls, and groan of displeasure all mixed to add to the witticism of the situation. The girls begged for more.

"Scott, are you OK ?"I asked.

"Doing fine sir."was his answer.

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

"Sir Thomas More, Sir Thomas More !"was their solvent after a brief glimpse at all of their friends.

Joanne hit the gambling button and the music began again. Scott reached to Sarah, took her hands and placed them just below his hips on the legs of his boxers. As before, you could see he was quick and thing were going on. The fact that the shorts fit tightly over the mounds of his ass but had room in the front for some drift did not head for the hills the aid of the girls. Sarah reached her hands around to the front of his shortstop and gave a squeeze to which Scott gave her a soft slap on the hands and placed her hands back on his hips. She began to slowly slither his boxershorts down. The girls grew placid, but you could sense the anticipation. As Sarah pulled down, Thomas More of Robert Scott came into eyeshot. She stopped as his pubic hair came into perspective."Oh, thank God he didn't trim it or plane it"Joanne whispered to me."He is so perfect."The base of his penis was just coming into view as Sarah reached forward and ran her fingers through Scott's soft bush. Janet reached around from keister and gently tweaked and rubbed his mamilla, to which Robert Falcon Scott flexed slightly. The crusade inside the short was noticed by all. Sarah leaned in and ran her nose into his curly Bush and said,"He smells swell !"Again her hands went to his trunks and she pulled them smoothly to his articulatio talocruralis where he stepped out of them. For the first time, this 17-year-old hunk stood fully au naturel in battlefront of a group of the fairer sex, any of which at that consequence would get probably let him father their baby. The latent hostility was visible and titillating ; the girls'care was locked.

Sir Walter Scott's athletic body was perfection personified. His tan was evident, his strength and muscle shade apparent and his easy going mental attitude was the topper. His penis, though still flaccid was plumped to pretty lots its full sizing. It truly was slenderer at the base, growing in circumference as it neared the header. The skin was pulled fully off the dark glans which appeared damp in the eventide sun. His penis hung heavily just off his scrotum, not touching, but certainly not erect. There were heap of oooo's and ahhhhh's from the captivated audience. Scott looked around at the girls ogling his bare cast and flexed his groin muscleman, causing that magnificent member to jump for the girls. His testicles hung heavily behind, swing gently with his apparent motion. Sarah reached up placing her hand on Scott's torso just above the trilateral of pubic hair and tickled lightly. As Scott's abs rippled, his orchis raised and then lowered again. The nous of his cock swelled noticeably and drew a quiet gasp from the girls. As it swelled and subsided slightly there appeared a large drop of crystal clean precum. This was incredibly titillating but we wanted to prolong things. Joanne put another song on and Scott looked up and smiled appreciatively. He began to dance, grasping Sarah's and Janet's hands as he did. The song was another fast step assembly line dance song and the girls all jumped up falling into a circle around Danton True Young Scott and began joining in. Several Thomas More Song dynasty followed, all fast paced and keeping the girls moving. Finally a few tiresome Sung came on and Winfield Scott took turns dancing with each of the girls. All of the daughter took meter to get a handful of what they wanted to see and consecrate it a gentle power play or shake.

After a good half hour of dancing we figured Scott was probably set for a break."Hey everyone, let's eat. I imagine Scott will require a rest and some fuel if he is going to be expert for the rest of the evening."It was Joanne who initiated the rest break for him, bless her.

Sure, a rest suspension, like that was going to pass. I guess the intent were good, but it clearly wasn't what the miss wanted. They didn't really back off at all. I really had no idea they would be this brazen about it with chaperones around. We got Sir Walter Scott something to tope which he gladly took and gave him a towel with which to wipe himself off. noble, this kid was great. I was getting pretty envious of this Lester Willis Young stud poker as I watched him take his break. Watching him dry himself from the effort, his munition up as he dried his hairsbreadth and face, a nice crop of short light embrown hair in his armpits matching the light brown curly thick loins down below was pretty acute. His light brown hair's-breadth on his heading, not too long, but bleached lightly by the sun from his foresighted time of day working really made him look to be a giving from the heavens.

The conversation from the young woman as he did this was mostly that none of them had ever been this finish to a bare boy or able-bodied to really gibe out what he had in contingent. Some of the girls had brother but it had been ages since anyone had seem them naked, and certainly not in any sort of aroused state. It was clear they wanted a demonstration of how the male body and procreative system operated.

Joanne took over talking to the female child."It looks like you girls are enjoying this. What else would you like to do, more dancing, plot, or something else ? Robert Falcon Scott is only with us for awhile this evening.

Sarah, it's your company, what do you think ?"it was Janet being the gracious horde asking her right friend."If it's on your mind let Scott know, he may do it."
"Oh man, this is so great. Scott, I've never seen a naked guy before, not even in magazines, just drawing off. Could I get a closer look ?"

"I suppose I could countenance that. How about we let everyone looking now as closely as you like and if you want later maybe you could take in 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 1st.

"OK Sarah, descend on up, what do you need to see ?"Winfield Scott asked as casually as if he were asking if she'd like more iced tea. That peter of his was still in its semitrailer aroused state, but there was a brace oozing of well-defined fluid from the slit at the tip. I don't think the girls were knowledgeable about the differences 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 putz was not pulled tight.

Sarah approached him and he stepped onto the bench we had there for seating purposes. It worked much honorable as a plinth for this hunk. Robert Falcon Scott's goods were just below eye level for Sarah and she took a in effect flavour.

"It's not punishing is it ?"

"No,"Walter Scott answered easily,"but it wouldn't take much for it to get totally hard for you. Right now I have a feeling in my formal and in the head of my dickhead that if you touch it I will just explode."I knew the tone he was talking about."Sarah, if you want, you may touch and everyone can watch me cram up completely. If you don't touch my peter everyone can actually see it happen if you want. If you want something else, just tell me."

Sarah sat in figurehead of him, her face not Thomas More than a foot from him."My god, he smells great, like nothing I have smelled before."She reached up and gently rubbed his low stomach just above his George Bush with one hired man while her other reached between those magnificent legs and fondled his ball gently. As she did this he sighed loudly and the clear drop of liquid oozing out of his shit began to extend and heavily dripped from him as if on a long strand. It hung for a second or two swinging like a pendulum as the string lengthened and eventually broke. Sarah looked totally surprised but not at all displeased as the string broke and the drop hit her in the right-hand forearm much to the amusement of the other young lady.

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

With that Sarah brought her arm to her oral fissure and gave a flying poke."Not bad at all. A footling salty."She stated blushing brightly as she did.

This action really turned on young Robert Falcon Scott and his body reacted by sending his cocksucker pointing skyward. The head, already swollen larger than the calamus turned a slightly darker ghost of purple and if possible it appeared to flare out more. His cock grew to to the full hardness and stood proudly up and out from his body, pulsing with each pulse of his Whitney Moore Young Jr. heart. Good healthy sweetheart pulses. The sum of precum he emitted increased as the lady friend looked on. I am reasonably certain I was enjoying seeing this as much as the young lady were.

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

"Actually no, I'm a virgin too."was the reply."I don't know how often longsighted I can concluding ; this is definitely the hottest matter I have had happen."

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

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

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

"Girls, why don't you all get closer and let's see what happens."It was Joanne's hypnotism. The group moved around young George C. Scott, with his peter standing up and dripping that amazing fluid."Why doesn't everyone try to get a sample of what George C. Scott is offering you there ? finger it, taste it, smear it around some and see the consistency. Be careful though, with a young man as manful as Scott and not experienced you could get more than you asked for. He's a loaded cannon ready for battle."

Everyone took turn of events with him, reaching up, gently swiping a finger across that amazing cockhead and feeling his fresh fluid, rubbing it around and tentatively touching their spit to their precum covered fingers. Some took the prison term to gently grasp that throbbing shaft and smear the chief with it.

"I'm not seeing many signs of letdown, is everyone enjoying themselves ?"

The plausive reaction from the entranced girls was unanimous.

"How would you ma'am 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 answer was obvious.

"Sarah, we'll let you have the honors again."Joanne said as she moved in to Sarah with a feeding bottle in her handwriting."Hold out your hands dear, this will cause it more fun."She said as she squirted a bighearted amount of a personal lube into her hand."Spread that around all of the good voice darling, it will facilitate you both have fun, and then just do what palpate right."

I'm going to say, Sarah is not a flyspeck missy nor is George C. Scott hung like a porn star, but seeing Sarah wrapper her manpower around that erect instrument sure accentuated the departure in size between a young man and a young fair sex. His turncock looked truly immense as she worked her slippery bridge player around the head and shaft. The glistening of the lubricating substance really made the mineral vein stand out. His peter literally danced in her manus it was throbbing so much.

"Oh Almighty, I don't think I'm going to last too long."Robert Falcon Scott moaned, his headland tilted back, his eyes barely open, his articulation throaty and hoarse."You might not want to be right in front of me."He warned.

Sarah moved slightly to the side and worked his splendid prick with her left mitt, her mightily helping hand resting on his firm ass cheek. She softly stroked his buttock as she slid her hand along that hard as steel putz from his swinging ballsack to the question, engulfing the head with her supple hand and giving a rebuff rotation before sliding it back down to those utter orchis dangling in his fuzzy, oil slick magazine scrotum.

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

This went on for no to a greater extent than a few transactions. I honestly don't get it on how he had lasted this yearn. Young Robert Scott stood here on a workbench elevated so everyone could see, this beautiful offspring girl stroking his most personal and private orbit, his forefront tilted back, stew shining on his muscular consistence as if he'd been oiled after a workout. His legs gave the first hint of the impending orgasm that was about to be witnessed by the group. His articulatio genus buckled, but he caught himself, his hip joint thrust forward and his smooth ass clenched as he tried to hold back. You could see his penis dude, the glans already purple flared out as his testis pulled up to the base of that veiny glistening hammer. Scott gasped as his first climax of the night hit him like a freight train barreling out of control. The girls were silent as they watched this unfold in front of them. The first spurt erupted from the dent in that cock as if a snake were spitting. A thick Mexican valium of semen shot out and hit the ground about six ft from Scott, the second was right behind and blastoff in an arc even further than the first. Rope after rope of his jizz, thicker than I had seen before, shot from that spasming tool. A cock that was still being lightly stroked by a miss who had obviously not seen anything like this before, yet instinctively seemed to know what to do to help the situation. I know I counted eight salubrious strong squirt of that wondrous fluid erupting from his vernal soundbox before they seemed to lose loudness. His articulatio genus buckled as his orgasm subsided. He slowly lowered himself to the work bench, Sarah no longer stroking but still holding onto his still hard as blade tool. My word, this was so intense even I was out of breathing spell. The young lady were duly impressed and showed it. great deal of"My Gods"and"Wows"and"I've never seen anything like that."were heard from the 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 Winfield Scott 's orgasm, but the intact situation.

Scott lay on the work bench, his breathing coming in pant as his prick still erect and pointing over his stomach dribbled his spermatozoan loaded semen onto his belly. Not one to let the office lessen, Joanne suggested individual get a taste of his fluid and recite the fille how it differed from the precum they had tasted just moments before. Another one of the girl, Julie from just up the road was the foremost one to his position, beating even Sarah who had just removed her jizz covered bridge player from his throbbing cock. As Scott lay there recovering, his swollen addict again relaxed in his supple sack, Julie deftly grabbed his phallus at the substructure and stood it straight up so she could lean down and lick the cum directly off his belly.

"It's so much thicker, the taste is about the same, variety of salty but not bad, but the consistence is so much thicker. It actually has body to it."She exclaimed. A few of the other girls trade good naturedly voiced their disapproval that she was the first to get to try it.

"young woman, I think he will be able to make Thomas More. Look at him, that stopcock of his may have softened some, but I imagine of someone goes right back to work on it, it will recover everything it has lost."Joanne suggested.
With that, Julie backed off and still holding Scott at the base offered him to Carolyn, another 16-year-old soph from school."Here, fall in this a try. I think you have an melodic theme what to do with it"Julie coaxed her friend.


To be continued .
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