This is a fib about fun in the country.
My gens is Robert Falcon Scott and I really am an 18-year-old farm boy from Hawkeye State. I have a girlfriend I have been with for two eld now and we are both Virgo the Virgin. We have done a lot of playing around without going all the way. That will come later.
This story is a fantasy of mine that my girl is aware of. She loves it and has a true fun and daring streak herself.
Initially this story was submitted under another name and was three chapters. Here I have tried to correct some of the impuissance to make it easier to read and have corrected some grammatical wrongdoing. It truly amazes me how many fourth dimension I can record this and not spot errors.
I do make my school workload, plus my farming and study to keep me occupy, so addition will come slowly. Please be patient. I will try to have quality submissions when I can.
Your comment have been greatly appreciated and I hope you will continue with constructive criticism. If you have a negative response, I would really like to try what you do n't like. Please be constructive.
This is a fancy of mine and I want it to draw on.





"Daddy, can I talk to you ?"It was my daughter, Janet who had just turned 16 and is the Malus pumila of my eye. She is a beauty, but I could be biased. She stands about 5'4"weighs an athletic 112 lbs., has gorgeous light brown fuzz and browned eyes to tally. Her skin is a deep tan from the early summertime sun and her time spent outdoors swimming and gardening on our small acreage.

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

"pa, you know that Sarah is turning 16 in two hebdomad. I'd really like to fuddle her a limited political 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 solid food and drinks if you'll give permission."

Sarah had become my girl'unspoilt Quaker since we moved here last outflow just after school had let out for the summer holiday. Janet had gone out for softball game and met many smashing citizenry and become fast acquaintance with the girls on the squad. Sarah, standing at 5'3"and weighing just LE than 100 lbs. with beautifully crinkled swooning John Brown hair, down eye and the blank dentition you had ever seen smiling at you was also a goody to the eyes of any male who was not gay or dead.

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

"wellspring Dad, I want it to be really special. offset off, I want a sleepover with 10 or 15 of us tot up. Mom said that was fine, it was my second melodic theme she wasn't too sure about and said that I had to blab out to you about."

"wellspring babe, your mom has a good headway on her articulatio humeri, there must be something to take here. What is your second request ?"

"Daddy, you know Sarah is an merely nipper, no brothers or Sister. I really want her to have a special clip being welcomed into woman. Sweet 16 is a pretty big deal, I want her to remember it for a prospicient time."

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

"Well, I don't do it how to ask, so I'll just blurt it out."“ Daddy, I want to rent a stemmer 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 hassle. If the stripper is over 18, he could be in trouble too."

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

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

"I think I know the perfect 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 lastly calendar 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 good away of whom she was thinking. Scott is a slap-up looking new man, 17, light brown to dark blonde haircloth, lightly tanned skin, deep greyness eyes and a grin that could kill. Standing at 5'10 ”, having a mesomorphic but light build, and weighing about 155 lbs. with all-inclusive shoulders and bureau tapering down to a lowly 28"waist, he was exactly what any budding teen age missy would like to see. We had all seen him trip the light fantastic toe too and knew he had the move. We had moved into a belittled Town in south key IA. It was a very community oriented blank space with Lot of upright family entertainment. Twice a week in the summer metre the townspeople council blocked off the street on the due north side of the townspeople second power and had a street dance. Sometimes it was rock, sometimes body politic, one time this summer they even had some blues and ballroom dancing. He could do it all.

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

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

"Ask him ? Honey, I haven't even said you can do it. This is a pretty big deal. Where are you going to have this political party ? Right here in the house ? A young man strutting his clobber right wing here in the life room ?"

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

"Geeze, dearest, I'm going to have to recollect about this. Give me fourth dimension to talk to your mother and kind this out in my head."

"Ok, but hurry Daddy, 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 school had dismissed for the summer. My always pop daughter was trying very hard to put together a company that would be insufferable to top. We were just getting settled in, just a normal kinfolk doing all the syndicate matter. church building, extracurricular activeness, work and some good diversion occupied our time on our 40-acre hobby farm in the southern part of the most beautiful state of matter in the state. 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 bighearted crop land and eatage. Our neighbors'large farm bordered the backwaters of a very large recreational lake the U. S. Army Corp of Engineers had built about 40 years ago. To quote a line from one of our favorite film"Is this Heaven ?"“ No, it's Iowa."We loved it.

Over the next duad of days as I pondered what to do about this I watched the natural process in the fields that bordered our low acreage. The land was owned by the Curry's, Scott's syndicate. It was a well-kept piece of land that they were using as pasture this year. I had seen Scott throughout the day working on fences, repairing gates, mowing and things like that. As I watched this Young man work I could certainly empathize why the girls swooned over him. He usually wore some wear out blue dungaree, belted to his constringe pelvis, work boots, and as the day progressed, no shirt, giving the reality a opportunity to see that favorable cutis rippling and flex as the firm muscles below worked. I admit I form of cherished to see him with the girls too.

I had absolutely no melodic theme how to add this up to Scott's parents without making us sound like freaks. One afternoon, I saw his father, Dan, out checking on the onward motion Dred Scott had made in the field. police force prescribing who is responsible for what when dealing with neighbors and fences are pretty confusing to non-farmer types like us, so I decided to go out and bring down with him to see what I could get wind. While we were talking Scott came up and acknowledged me with a well-disposed smile and"howdy Mr. Walker."He then caught his father up on the progression 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 hand truck, opened the door and pulled out a well-worn distich of cutoff shorts. As he was with the truck door unresolved and the positioning of the truck he was shielded from view from our household, the road, and anyone in the pasture but his father and me. He just stripped out of his work dress with his back to us and pulled on the cutoff shortstop. For a minute he was in his full nude person gloriole, seeable only from behind, but let me say, what a view. When he finished with the trunks he pulled on some old sneakers, reached into the back of the truck for a humble fishing gear box and a cane pole. He looked our way, gave us a wave and was off about a after part mile through the eatage 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 country we are kind of like that."“ No, not at all,"I replied."I kind of wishing 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 company she was hoping to be after and ended up blurting out the division 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 freeze out. Dan's response actually surprised me.

"lady friend will be girlfriend"was all he said."They really aren't any dissimilar from male child that age."

"Really ? I had no mind how that musical theme 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 problems for you knowing that everyone who was nowadays had the backing of their parents."

"Well Dan, it gets worse than that."I told him,"They have a young man in nous to act the striptease ?"“ You may change your mind when you hear who."

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

"Probably, they seem to really like the idea of Robert 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 situation, fastening the wire tightly."No, not really, Scotty's always been pretty democratic with the young lady, 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 willing to do it. Is this something you are really serious about ?"

"well, the young lady 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 Robert Scott. The real interrogative sentence is who's going to ask him ?"

We talked for a while longer about city life vs. country life-time, how the kids are different in many elbow room but alike in others, and just life history in world-wide. It was a great eve visiting and I guess we lost track of time. The subject field 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 nutcase 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 in effect night. Looks like supper tomorrow night."he said. We both allowed as it did indeed look like a beneficial Nox fishing.

"Was there something you were talking about ? Should I go forth ?"was his question."No Scott, you had better stay, I think I'll leave."Was the reply from Dan. Wow, I got spooky all of a sudden. Dan climbed aboard the alligator and left, leaving Scott with the pickup and me standing in the theatre. The sun was setting ; the even was turning poise 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 go forth, I don't know, and I don't want to lose you as a supporter. You and your family have been good to us since we got here."

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

"Robert Falcon Scott, I'll ask quickly. Janet wants to throw 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 especial, and the lone affair she can cerebrate of is to get somebody to strip for the girls. That will be a party to remember and something special for Sarah."

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

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

"Me ? Really ? Why me ?"His face blushed slightly but he was smiling which just made his dimple stand out that a lot more.

Now it was my spell to laugh."Are you kidding Scott, the why is the soft part. The will you is the inquiry I am worried about. I was terrified to ask you this, but I can't bear the intellection of going back to the house and telling Janet no."

"Wow, stripping, for neighbor girls. I never thought about that. How many female child ? What all do they want ? Do they want me to go to a G-string ? Wow, it's a lot to conceive about."

"Sir Walter Scott, I know what they want. I'm going to admit, it sounds like fun, but I don't think I could experience 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 little bit at least, but they have mentioned possibly playing volleyball or croquet afterwards, and if you'd check nude painting for part of that. Scott, Janet has saved and is volition to pay."

"Man, fully nude painting huh ? I never thought about this. It sounds form of fun. What guy wouldn't like to throw some female child fussing over him like that ? How a lot do you think she'd pay ?

"I know she has $ 400 saved up for the political party. How a great deal would you have to make ? They are planning on 9 missy there Scott."

"Wow, $ 400 to see me strip and encounter some game. I could see myself doing it. May I think on it for awhile ?"

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

With that he nodded, turned his back on me and approached his hand truck. Even in those crosscut I could see this kid had things going on. He put his Pisces, magnetic pole, and tackle in the back, climbed in the arse 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 lea as the sun sank. I felt like an idiot, but his reception had been anything but shock or horror, in fact, he sounded as if he had a positive position about it.
I walked household 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 joke, did he mean we were cretin ?

"No beloved, he was actually very courteous. So was his father. It's totally up to Scott now. I told him you had $ 400 to pay him with. Don't push it honey, let's just let him think 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 domain when she went to her elbow room. It seems just the thought of this occurrent had her on cloud nine. I don't know what will fall out if he says no.

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

"Mr. go-cart, it's Sir Walter Scott, can we talk ?"
"Sure Scott, when ?"

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

Star was our buck, half quarter horse and half hackney carriage pony. A beautiful animal, compact for a buck but much too big to be a pony, very mollify and willing to do anything asked of her.

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

The sluttish going manner of this kid just amazes me. It's as if nothing surprise him.
We walked out to the b."Hey George C. Scott, we weren't expecting to discover from you so soon. Have you decided ?"

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

"Scott, I think if this is going to occur, 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 undefended enough for some unspoilt secret plan. There is a office for a bonfire for cooking and sitting around afterwards. Plus, we can lend the truck down for the euphony and not annoy anyone. I don't think we want to be too cheap or bother any neighbors. Are you sure as shooting your parents are OK with this ?"

"Yep, my parents and I had a public lecture 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 disrobe or not. I mean, I don't have any fancy deplume away clothes or g strings or anything. We are just ordinary people."

"Scott, I don't think that matter. We have all seen you dance uptown during the street dancing. I think you have moves no subject what is playing. I think that's what matter. I think if you wear your normal attire and don't lace up your iron boot so you can kick them off, you can do the eternal sleep. Besides, if you come over dressed like that, it will look natural and we can really sell it to the young woman as a surprise."

"Wow, Mr.Wal…..Joe that sounds like it could make for. So, I'll just strip out of these ?"He was wearing exactly what I thought he should be. He had on a foresighted sleeve denim employment shirt, sudor stained in the redress post and open about halfway down his chest exposing a White River T-shirt, faded and worn blue jeans that hung loosely on his slender hips with the smash holding them up and his work boots.

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

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

"I don't know ; do you intend you will need that ? Maybe we should see your move and resolve 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 reaction of a female person watching him. I had never considered anything like this before and couldn't believe how easily it was coming together and the posture of everyone involved.

"Well Joe, I can have it a try."With that he pulled out his I-pad and started it playing a land Song with a good beat. It was Boot Scootin Boogey by creek & Dun. I guess I wouldn't have thought of that as a strain for stripping, but watching him move sure made a worshipper of me. Scott shuffled around during the foremost verse just dancing as young people do. His good sense of rhythm was spot on and his moves were so lifelike and fluid I had almost forgotten what was to fall out. When the refrain came up he unbuttoned his shirt and kicked off his boots simultaneously. He was left in his dungaree and a really secure looking besotted fitting vain t shirt and of course his cap advertising a prominent stain of come corn. Not bad at all. As he spun around you could see how his spine and shoulder heftiness were accentuated by the cut and tight fit of that shirt. His pecs and nipple captivated your attention in the front plenty that you barely noticed the turn down part hugging those well-formed abs. As I said earlier, Sir Walter Scott was a slim kid, but he was well muscled. His butt nicely filled his jeans as did the computer software in front. The second verse began and he again danced around. He stuck out his hired hand and pulled Joanne up to dance as well, as he would one of the guests."A fiddling audience participation would be fun."He said. I really hadn't opinion of this. He spun her back to the side and during the poesy he worked on unfastening his belted ammunition and pant. 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 estimate how anyone can look beneficial removing air sock, but he somehow made it a animal experience. By the meter the chorus was over the first time his pants were around his ankle joint and he worked to get them over his animal foot. I can't tell you how cracking he looked deflection over and pulling his infantry through the stage. He was wearing boxers, just as he had said. Nice shameful boxers with some white or silver grey pattern on them, tight in the redress places but informal enough that you could see he was warm, make relaxed and swinging where it was trusted to be appreciated. The song was over and Scott stood there in the moonlight on that warmly evening with the slightest luster of sweat on that athletic body. His golden hair looked almost ash gray in the Moon and effulgence from his Edward D. White tooth told you who big his smile was.

"Well, do you call back the moves are OK, Joe ?"

"You're kidding, ripe Scott ? That looked fantastic. I'm trusted everyone will savour that. How did you know you could strip down 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 finish ? Joanne asked."We're supposed to be critiquing the show you know."

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

With that he began the song at the finally chorus line and gracefully slide his workforce into the sides of those boxers, working them over his rose hip. All I can say now is WOW, what a sight. As the underwear cleared his package he shook them down his legs and jumped out of them, leaving them in the Grass at his groundwork. Again, he did the boogie as the Song dynasty finished, leaving nothing to the imagination, yet moving enough that you couldn't get a really proficient look at the goods.

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

Scott, this 5'10"country boy weighing 150-155 lbs. of brawn stood totally nude not 10 fundament from us in the bright moonlight. My lord, he was grotesque. We had watched this young man work shirtless many clip, but to see him like this, inviting inspection. His height, his weighting, his neck opening size and broad shoulders to the V of his clavicle, his symmetry were flawless. His trunk from that collarbone to his broad breast with the well-formed pectoral medallion with the dime sized nipples on them, to the well-defined and make abs and continuing to that narrow-minded waist left you wondering if anyone could be more unadulterated. Continuing down from his shank to the powerful muscular thigh, past his bulging calves to a yoke of perfectly shaped substructure and toes was to see something akin to Michelangelo's David. As you may have guessed, the best part was hanging between his branch. Good Jehovah, how could the kid pack this away from view ? Nestled in a nest of curly weak brown pubic hair his phallus hung heavily over a paper bag that was well relaxed and warm and should have been swinging had it not been for its fullness. That cock, uncut ! Yes, unmown, slightly thinner where it exited his body and growing in girth as it rested over that scrotum that appeared to have two walnut tree inside. The foreskin nicely covered the head of that magnificent prick without grotesquely hanging off the tip. He stood there nude for our review. Joanne slowly approached him, reaching out. His wooden leg spread slightly as she reached out and down, encircling that fantastical genitalia, her finger slipping behind the sack, her thumb over the top where his prick emerged for that tremendous bush. She felt his passion, the heft of those testicles, that phallus growing in both length and girth.

"Wow Walter Scott, I never imagined you would look like this. Do you mean you would provide the girls to touch ?"she asked him.

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

This was unbelievable, a 17 yr old neighbor boy we had known for about 6 calendar week and who had been goose egg but friendly to us was standing in our small pasture at our pond totally nude while my wife held and fondled his genital organ as if it were completely lifelike talking with us about letting our 16 yr old daughter and her friend play with him.

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

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

Robert Scott smiled and for the first time blushed. surprisal, surprisal, the kid does have a terminal point and Joanne had found it. She gently squeezed him, gave a footling 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 George C. 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 baseball glove and ball for herself. Here we are, late evening on a beautiful Night playing haul with a neighbor nude 17 twelvemonth old son as if it were done everywhere all the prison term. We played and talked for about 15 minutes until we saw headlights pull into our driveway. We knew that would be Janet coming home."Scott, let's destination 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 thing away, Scott still nude brushed against Joanne and she casually reached down to scrutinize him once more."Sir Walter Scott, I can't trust how prosperous going you are, but you are going to take to let us see this affair as it is intended to be."Sir Walter Scott smiled and blushed again slightly as she gave his dong a quick pull.

"I can lead care of that Mrs. Walker."he said."No indigence for you to do that, it might be more than fun if they can just watch it."With that he stepped back, casually wiped his fuzz and grimace and that beautiful dent began to lengthen and intumesce. 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 sizing of it caught both our eyes. The hide pushed past the aureole exposing the egotistical read/write head in its integrality. What a thought. It continued to lengthen and also began to get up off that nut pouch, allowing a much better view. Very few hair's-breadth, it was still soft and lithesome, appearing to book a brace of walnut, fairly large, 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. The thickening absolutely looked like a mushroom on the end. The tool was perfect for its intended job. His balmy hung heavily below, still swinging in the quick air.

"Robert Scott, you are perfect."was Joanne's comment."Are you going to be able to get nursing home with that like that, or will you take 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 right, always leave em wanting more. We'll let you get dressed and get home."

With that Joanne and I headed to the house, hand in hand. I think this is going to be a good night for us. The Clarence Shepard Day Jr. leading up to the party went quickly after that. Joanne and I had decided not to tell Janet that Scott was going to total to the company. We thought that the dashing hopes and having her be surprised with the repose of the female child would offer the most fun. I told her that I was just not able to come 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 know what the program was. It went about like Dan had said it would. Almost all of the parents thought it sounded like a fun time and that female child that age were set up 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 make no job. How everyone raised their children was their occupation. In the end, they came over to see us the Nox before the party and asked if it would be OK if they did allow their girl to follow after all, or had they waited too long."No job at all."We said.

Janet had been a little mad at me, but being a sensible miss understood my positioning. She decided to make the best of it and planned a really nice company. adept food, for guys you can do hot dogs and burgers, chips, or just pizza pie and something to drink and call it in force. I guess it doesn't go that way with girlfriend. Homemade lasagne, salads, ice ointment and cake all served down at the pond. They were thinking about doing a little fishing ( country girl ) but knowing that there was going to be a boy down there with delicate parts swinging around I nixed the idea of having hooks or anything sharp there.

You're welcomed Robert Falcon Scott, lol.

We had the intellectual nourishment all down there and by betimes afternoon the lady friend were arriving. A big tent, sleeping cup of tea, and anything else they needed just appeared and was set up very easily. The Army should be this efficient. They had a great afternoon swim and doing whatever else young lady do. As the sun begin to degenerate, the food came out and they ate. little girl don't eat like male child do, I can assure you that. As they finished up Janet told the girls, I really had hoped for something else, but I guess we can play some plot. We have softball, volleyball, and croquet, what will it be. The entering could not have been just timed.

"How about some dancing ?"a Edward Young but emphatically masculine voice said.

All the girlfriend spun around to see Sir Walter Scott standing beside the tent. The scream that came from Janet was unbelievable. The flavor she shot at me was priceless. It was full of surprise and gratitude at the same clock time."YOU DID IT !"she mouthed to me.

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

With that he approached Sarah with his handwriting outstretched. She reached up and took it, not knowing what was happening. The little girl cheered and encouraged her."This is what we need, a guy at the party."He took her helping hand and pulled her up and into the center of the clearing. They did a nice boring saltation together and he ended wishing her a glad birthday and leaning in to softly kiss her on the lip. You could see she was surprise and very pleased.

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

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

"Oh, this is great, how do we get him to set forth ?"

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

And so it began, within two song the girls were all up and dancing, Dred Scott in the middle of the group took each one for a few moments and moved on. The little girl were clearly enjoying it. Scott even pulled my married woman into the disturbance and for a moment took my hand as the miss all laughed and teased. This kid really knew how to work a crowd and as far as I could tell was just doing what seemed right.

After two or three birdsong I put in the Boot Scootin Boogie and cranked it up a bit. The girls all lined up with Dred Scott in front calling out the steps so they could all see him. As the first Greek chorus began, just as he did during our review, he kicked off his boots and pulled off his shirt. The girls, still not knowing how far this was going to go jolly along him. I will say, in the mise en scene sunlight he looked even better than in the iniquity. During the second verse he sashayed through the girl and they reached out to allude or squeeze him. He didn't appear to be nervous at all. During the second chorus line he pulled off that t shirt and his drogue. Joanne and I had already looped the song around to chip in him time to strip completely without stopping. As the chorus repeated itself, Robert Falcon Scott pulled Janet into him, knowing that she knew what the end result 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 girl in to help. Laughing and blushing Sarah pulled back and screamed. Her friends 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 former girls reached in to do the zipper. What a land site it was, missy laughing and carrying on with a smiling young man dancing in front of them. He backed away and danced as his drawers slid down those peg. Those like black underdrawers with the atomic number 47 pattern on them appeared and the miss shouted their approval. As Walter Scott pulled his feet out of the ramification there were one or two sets of hands feeling his lower back and stub. He tossed the jeans aside with the rest of his clothes and danced the lastly chorus line with them in just his shorts. Joanne and I allowed the song to end. It's not a terribly foresighted Sung dynasty but it had played through twice as he stripped. In the warm humid air of the summer evening Scott had developed a courteous lustre of lather glistening on his consistency. It looked really amazing, as if he were oiled up.

"Well girl, enough of this. Winfield Scott probably has better things to do."

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

"Scott, are you OK ?"I asked.

"Doing fine sir."was his answer.

"Are all you girls OK ? Does anyone penury to go forth ?"I asked of the guests.

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

Joanne hit the play button and the music began again. Scott reached to Sarah, took her hands and placed them just below his hips on the stage of his drawers. As before, you could see he was warm and things were going on. The fact that the shorts fit tightly over the pile of his ass but had room in the front for some drift did not escape the attention of the girls. Sarah reached her hands around to the front of his shorts and gave a squeezing to which Winfield Scott gave her a mild slap on the hands and placed her bridge player back on his hips. She began to slowly slide his boxershorts down. The female child grew quiet, but you could smell the prevision. As Sarah pulled down, more of Scott came into view. She stopped as his pubic haircloth came into view."Oh, thank God he didn't prune it or shave 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 finger through George C. Scott's soft bush. Janet reached around from tail and gently tweaked and rubbed his pap, to which 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 neat !"Again her hands went to his boxers and she pulled them smoothly to his ankles where he stepped out of them. For the 1st time, this 17-year-old hunk stood fully nude in social movement of a mathematical group of the fairer sex, any of which at that mo would have probably let him father their child. The tension was visible and titillating ; the girls'aid was locked.

Scott's athletic soundbox was paragon personified. His tan was observable, his strength and muscle feel apparent and his sluttish going posture was the topper. His penis, though still flaccid was plumped to pretty much its full phase of the moon size. It truly was slenderer at the cornerstone, growing in circumference as it neared the head teacher. The hide 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 raise. There were plentifulness of oooo's and ahhhhh's from the enamor audience. Sir Walter Scott looked around at the girls ogling his nude sculpture form and flexed his bulwark muscles, causing that magnificent member to leap out for the missy. His ball hung heavily behind, swing gently with his movement. Sarah reached up placing her hired hand on Scott's torso just above the trilateral of pubic pilus and tickled lightly. As Scott's abs rippled, his egg raised and then lowered again. The head of his rooster swelled noticeably and drew a quiet gasp from the girls. As it swelled and subsided slightly there appeared a large drop of crystal clear up precum. This was incredibly titillating but we wanted to prolong things. Joanne put another vocal on and Dred 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 pace business line dance song and the girls all jumped up falling into a R-2 around young Scott and began joining in. Several more call followed, all fast paced and keeping the young woman moving. Finally a few tedious songs came on and Scott took turns dancing with each of the girls. All of the girls took time to get a handful of what they wanted to see and give it a gentle credit crunch or shake.

After a good half hour of dancing we figured Robert Falcon Scott was probably ready for a breakout."Hey everyone, let's eat. I imagine Scott will demand a ease and some fuel if he is going to be in force for the eternal rest of the evening."It was Joanne who initiated the eternal sleep suspension for him, bless her.

Sure, a rest respite, like that was going to happen. I guess the purpose were just, but it clearly wasn't what the female child wanted. They didn't really back off at all. I really had no theme they would be this brazen about it with chaperone around. We got Dred Scott something to drink which he gladly took and gave him a towel with which to wipe himself off. Lord, this kid was great. I was getting pretty envious of this young scantling as I watched him take up his break. Watching him dry himself from the sweat, his arms up as he dried his hair's-breadth and face, a dainty crop of short sparkle brown hair in his armpits matching the lighter brown curly thick pubis down below was pretty intense. His lightheaded Brown pilus on his head, not too long, but bleached lightly by the sun from his long hours working really made him appear to be a gift from the heavens.

The conversation from the daughter as he did this was mostly that none of them had ever been this close to a nude boy or able to really fit out what he had in detail. Some of the daughter had brothers but it had been years 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 generative system operated.

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

Sarah, it's your company, what do you think ?"it was Janet being the benignant legion asking her effective acquaintance."If it's on your mind let Walter Scott have intercourse, he may do it."
"Oh man, this is so capital. Walter Scott, I've never seen a naked guy before, not even in magazines, just drawings. Could I get a cheeseparing flavor ?"

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

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

"How many of you have never seen a guy ?"he asked. Several of the Guest indicated this was a 1st.

"OK Sarah, come on up, what do you require to see ?"Robert Falcon Scott asked as casually as if he were asking if she'd like more iced tea. That cock of his was still in its semi aroused DoS, but there was a steady oozing of top fluid from the slit at the tip. I don't think the girlfriend were knowledgeable about the differences between a circumcised and uncircumcised penis. I could see that the foreskin was still pulled back from that swollen headland. He almost looked to be cut except that the peel over the shaft was not pulled tight.

Sarah approached him and he stepped onto the bench we had there for seating purposes. It worked much better as a stand for this hunk. Scott's goods were just below eye tier for Sarah and she took a serious flavour.

"It's not hard is it ?"

"No,"Robert Falcon Scott answered easily,"but it wouldn't take much for it to get totally grueling for you. Right now I have a feeling in my testicle and in the head of my prick that if you touch it I will just explode."I knew the feeling he was talking about."Sarah, if you want, you may concern and everyone can watch me debone up completely. If you don't have-to doe with my shaft everyone can actually see it happen if you want. If you want something else, just tell me."

Sarah sat in front of him, her face not more than a groundwork from him."My god, he smells enceinte, like cypher I have smelled before."She reached up and gently rubbed his scummy stomach just above his Vannevar Bush with one hired man while her former 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 motherfucker began to inflate and heavily dripped from him as if on a yearn string. It hung for a second or two swinging like a pendulum as the chain lengthened and eventually broke. Sarah looked totally surprised but not at all displeased as the drawstring broke and the drop hit her in the right forearm much to the amusement of the other girls.

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

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

This action really turned on unseasoned Winfield Scott and his body reacted by sending his prick pointing skyward. The head, already swollen bigger than the shaft turned a slightly darker shade of purpleness and if potential it appeared to flare out more. His dick grew to full hardness and stood proudly up and out from his torso, pulsing with each beat of his Young heart. Good salubrious steady pulse. The total of precum he emitted increased as the girls looked on. I am moderately sure I was enjoying seeing this as a good deal 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 reply."I don't know how much longsighted I can survive ; this is definitely the red-hot 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 Nox ?

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

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

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

Everyone took turns with him, reaching up, gently swiping a digit across that amazing cockhead and feeling his freshly fluid, rubbing it around and tentatively touching their tongue to their precum covered fingers. Some took the time to gently grasp that throbbing prick and smear the head with it.

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

The approbative response from the beguiled female child was unanimous.

"How would you lady 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 script dear, this will puddle it more fun."She said as she squirted a liberal sum of money of a personal lubricant into her hand."Spread that around all of the good parts darling, it will help oneself you both have fun, and then just do what experience right."

I'm going to say, Sarah is not a bantam daughter nor is Scott hung like a smut star, but seeing Sarah wrap her work force around that erect tool sure accentuated the difference in size between a young man and a young woman. His cock looked truly huge as she worked her slippery helping hand around the head and rotating shaft. The glistening of the lube really made the vena stand out. His peter literally danced in her hand it was throbbing so much.

"Oh lord, I don't think I'm going to last too long."Winfield Scott moaned, his head tilted back, his eyes barely candid, his vocalisation throaty and hoarse."You might not want to be flop in forepart of me."He warned.

Sarah moved slightly to the side and worked his splendid tool with her go forth helping hand, her mighty deal resting on his firm ass face. She softly stroked his cheek as she slid her hand along that hard as blade prick from his swinging ballsack to the headway, engulfing the headway with her supple bridge player and giving a slight rotary motion before sliding it back down to those perfect egg dangling in his fuzzy, oil slick scrotum.

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

This went on for no More than a few hour. I honestly don't know how he had lasted this long. Young Scott stood here on a workbench elevated so everyone could see, this beautiful young miss stroking his most personal and common soldier country, his head tilted back, sweat shining on his mesomorphic body 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 knees buckled, but he caught himself, his coxa thrust forward and his liquid ass clenched as he tried to agree back. You could see his member swell, the glans already purple flared out as his testicles pulled up to the foot of that veiny glistening turncock. Sir Walter Scott gasped as his first climax of the nighttime hit him like a payload gear barreling out of mastery. The female child were silent as they watched this unfold in front of them. The first jet erupted from the dent in that dick as if a snake were spitting. A wooden-headed circle of semen shot out and hit the undercoat about six base from Scott, the second was right behind and shot in an arc even further than the number 1. forget me drug after R-2 of his jizz, thicker than I had seen before, shot from that spasming cock. A cock that was still being lightly stroked by a girl 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 healthy strong spurts of that wondrous fluid erupting from his young body before they seemed to miss intensity. His knees buckled as his orgasm subsided. He slowly lowered himself to the judiciary, Sarah no longer stroking but still holding onto his still hard as sword tool. My word, this was so intense even I was out of breather. The girls were duly move and showed it. luck of"My Gods"and"howler"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 intensity of seed he had produced and the chroma of not only Walter Scott 's orgasm, but the entire situation.

George C. Scott lay on the bench, his breathing coming in gasps as his prick still erect and pointing over his belly dribbled his spermatozoon laden semen onto his belly. Not one to let the situation lessen, Joanne suggested somebody get a predilection of his fluid and differentiate the girls how it differed from the precum they had tasted just here and now before. Another one of the girls, Julie from just up the road was the first of all one to his position, beating even Sarah who had just removed her jizz covered hand from his throbbing pecker. As Scott lay there recovering, his swollen nut case again relaxed in his supple sack, Julie deftly grabbed his phallus at the root and stood it straight up so she could lean down and lick the semen directly off his belly.

"It's so a lot thicker, the taste sensation is about the same, kind of salty but not bad, but the consistence is so much thicker. It actually has consistence to it."She exclaimed. A few of the other girls secure naturedly voiced their disapproval that she was the starting time to get to try it.

"Girls, I think he will be able to wee-wee Sir Thomas More. look at him, that cock of his may consume softened some, but I imagine of someone goes right back to process on it, it will regain everything it has lost."Joanne suggested.
With that, Julie backed off and still holding George C. Scott at the base offered him to Carolyn, another 16-year-old soph from schooltime."Here, give this a try. I think you have an theme what to do with it"Julie coaxed her friend.


To be continued .