This is a story about fun in the commonwealth.
My name is Scott and I really am an 18-year-old farm boy from Iowa. I have a lady friend I have been with for two years now and we are both Virgin. We have done a lot of playing around without going all the way. That will occur later.
This history is a fantasy of mine that my girl is cognisant of. She loves it and has a true fun and daring blotch herself.
Initially this story was submitted under another public figure and was three chapters. Here I have tried to even off some of the weaknesses to draw it soft to take and suffer corrected some grammatical errors. It truly amazes me how many times I can say this and not recognise errors.
I do have my schoolhouse workload, plus my farming and body of work to keep me officious, so additions will come slowly. Please be patient. I will try to have caliber submission when I can.
Your input have been greatly appreciated and I hope you will stay with constructive criticism. If you have a negative reception, I would really wish to try what you do n't like. Please be constructive.
This is a fantasy of mine and I want it to draw on.





"Daddy, can I tattle to you ?"It was my daughter, Janet who had just turned 16 and is the apple of my eye. She is a ravisher, but I could be biased. She stands about 5'4"weighs an acrobatic 112 lbs., has gorgeous illumine brown hair and Brown University eyes to mate. Her skin is a deep tan from the early summer sun and her time washed-out open air swimming and gardening on our lowly acreage.

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

"Daddy, you know that Sarah is turning 16 in two hebdomad. I'd really like to throw her a especial party. You and Mom threw such a corking political party for me, and Sarah 's parents are schism, I thought it would be beneficial if we could do it for her. I've saved the money and can pay for all the food and beverage if you'll give permission."

Sarah had become my daughter'best friend since we moved here last fountain just after school had let out for the summer holiday. Janet had gone out for softball and met many great people and go fast protagonist with the girls on the squad. Sarah, standing at 5'3"and weighing just less than 100 lbs. with beautifully wavy light up brownish whisker, spicy centre and the livid teeth you had ever seen smiling at you was also a kickshaw to the centre of any male who was not gay or dead.

"That sounds like a good plan Jan, did your mother have a trouble with it ? I can't imagine why you needed to spill the beans 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 tot. Mom said that was hunky-dory, it was my secondment approximation she wasn't too sure about and said that I had to blab to you about."

"wellspring babe, your mom has a good head on her shoulders, there must be something to deliberate here. What is your second request ?"

"papa, you know Sarah is an exclusively child, no sidekick or baby. I really want her to throw a special metre being welcomed into fair sex. Sweet 16 is a pretty big good deal, I want her to remember it for a long time."

"dear, what is it that you are so good about but afraid to ask ?"

"Well, I don't make out how to ask, so I'll just blurt it out."“ Daddy, I want to hire a stripper for her."“ Don't get worried, I already have one in mind."

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

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

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

"I think I know the perfect guy, and I am unforced to bet he will do it. You know him too. It's Scott, the guy who was baling hay for us final 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 proper away of whom she was thinking. Scott is a great looking young man, 17, light brown to dark blond haircloth, lightly tanned pelt, deep grey center and a smile that could stamp out. Standing at 5'10 ”, having a powerful but light chassis, and weighing about 155 lbs. with unspecific shoulders and breast tapering down to a lowly 28"shank, he was exactly what any budding teen age girl would wish 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 primal Iowa. It was a very community of interests oriented berth with caboodle of beneficial household entertainment. Twice a week in the summer time the town council blocked off the street on the N side of meat of the town square and had a street saltation. Sometimes it was sway, sometimes commonwealth, one time this summer they even had some blues and ballroom dancing. He could do it all.

"Dred Scott, right heartbreak honey, we know his parents. How could I ask them about something like this ? Janet, what exactly did your mother say ?"

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

"Ask him ? beloved, I haven't even said you can do it. This is a pretty big mickle. Where are you going to ingest this party ? rightfield here in the menage ? A untried man strutting his stuff and nonsense right field here in the sustenance way ?"

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

"Geeze, honey, I'm going to take in to retrieve about this. apply me time to talk to your mother and sort 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 orbit at the end of fountain just after schooling had dismissed for the summer. My always popular daughter was trying very hard to put together a party that would be insufferable to top. We were just getting settled in, just a normal family doing all the family things. church building, extracurricular activities, oeuvre and some undecomposed recreation occupied our clock time on our 40-acre spare-time activity farm in the southern part of the most beautiful state in the country. I may be overtone, but I was raised here. So far we had not been disappointed either. Our farm was surrounded by rolling hills of bountiful crop land and pasturage. Our neighbour'big farm bordered the backwaters of a very turgid recreational lake the US Army Corp of Engineers had built about 40 years ago. To cite a line from one of our pet movies"Is this heaven ?"“ No, it's Iowa."We loved it.

Over the succeeding couplet of days as I pondered what to do about this I watched the natural process in the field that bordered our humble acreage. The domain was owned by the Curry's, Dred Scott's sept. It was a trim piece of music of realm that they were using as grass this year. I had seen Sir Walter Scott throughout the day working on fence, repairing Gates, mowing and things like that. As I watched this Whitney Young man work I could certainly understand why the young woman swooned over him. He usually wore some worn blue jean, belted to his narrow pelvic arch, work boots, and as the day progressed, no shirt, giving the domain a opportunity to see that favourable peel wavelet and flex as the firm muscles below worked. I admit I kind of wanted to see him with the girl too.

I had absolutely no idea how to bring this up to Scott's parents without making us wakeless like freaks. One afternoon, I saw his father, Dan, out checking on the progression Scott had made in the field. Pentateuch prescribing who is responsible for what when dealing with neighbor and fences are pretty confusing to non-farmer types like us, so I decided to go out and visit with him to see what I could learn. While we were talking Scott came up and acknowledged me with a friendly smile and"Hello Mr. Walker."He then caught his father up on the progress he had made, the work left to be done and his program for completing it. He finished with,"I think I'll go fishing now."to which Dan replied"Have fun."With that Scott walked back to their old farm truck, opened the door and pulled out a well-worn pair of cutoff drawers. As he was with the motortruck door open and the positioning of the motortruck he was shielded from view from our firm, the road, and anyone in the pastureland but his father and me. He just stripped out of his study apparel with his back to us and pulled on the cutoff shorts. For a moment he was in his full nude glory, seeable only from behind, but let me say, what a view. When he finished with the boxers he pulled on some old sneak, reached into the back of the truck for a minor tackle box and a cane magnetic pole. He looked our way, gave us a wave and was off about a after part 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 aware."No, he has never been shy at all, I hope you aren't offended. In the commonwealth we are variety 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 hazard to live 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 stripper. I had actually said it before I thought about what I was saying. I tried very hard not to freeze. Dan's reply actually surprised me.

"missy 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 approve and if there are any that don't, they will just not let their daughter go. I don't think anyone would induce any problem for you knowing that everyone who was give had the backing of their parents."

"fountainhead Dan, it gets worse than that."I told him,"They have a Danton True Young man in psyche to play the striptease ?"“ You may change your mind 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 estimate of Scott doing it. Are you repulsed by us and by the idea now ?"

Dan thought for awhile as he drove a few staples into a post, fastening the conducting wire tightly."No, not really, Scotty's always been pretty democratic with the girls, and he is really coming out of his cuticle 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 ?"

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

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

We talked for a patch longer about city spirit vs. country life, how the kids are dissimilar in many way of life but alike in others, and just living in general. It was a great evening visiting and I guess we lost track of metre. The subject of the party came back around and I asked if Dan thought I would be ok asking him about it or if he thought it was a wild 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 gracious bluegill on it."I had a pretty dependable Nox. Looks like supper tomorrow night."he said. We both allowed as it did indeed look like a proficient night fishing.

"Was there something you were talking about ? Should I impart ?"was his interrogative."No Robert Scott, you had better halt, I think I'll leave."Was the answer from Dan. Wow, I got anxious all of a sudden. Dan climbed aboard the Gator and left, leaving Scott with the pick-me-up and me standing in the field. The sun was setting ; the evening was turning cool yet I began to sweat.

"What's up Mr. go-cart ?"
"Scott, I have something to ask you and I have no melodic theme how to go about it. You may get mad, you may be embarrassed, you may require to leave, I don't know, and I don't want to drop off you as a friend. You and your family have been practiced to us since we got here."

"Well, if you want to ask something difficult, the trump way is to just do it. What's on your psyche ?"

"Scott, I'll ask quickly. Janet wants to shake off a natal day company for Sarah. She's 16 side by side Saturday."

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

"well Scott, this is the voiceless percentage. Janet wants the company to be special, and the only matter she can recollect of is to get someone to strip for the girlfriend. That will be a political party to remember and something special for Sarah."

Laughing Scott replies,"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 clean for them ?"

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

Now it was my bout to laugh."Are you kidding Walter Scott, the why is the easy part. The will you is the interrogative 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 lady friend. I never thought about that. How many girls ? What all do they want ? Do they want me to go to a G-string ? Wow, it's a lot to think about."

"Scott, I know what they want. I'm going to admit, it sounds like fun, but I don't think I could deliver 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 role of that. Scott, Janet has saved and is will to pay."

"Man, fully bare huh ? I never thought about this. It sounds variety of fun. What guy wouldn't like to feature some girls fussing over him like that ? How often do you think she'd pay ?

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

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

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

With that he nodded, turned his rachis on me and approached his truck. Even in those cutoffs I could see this kid had things going on. He put his Pisces the Fishes, pole, and fishing tackle in the rear, climbed in the tush 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 pasture as the sun sank. I felt like an moron, but his response had been anything but shock or repulsion, in fact, he sounded as if he had a confident mental attitude 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 laugh, did he mean we were idiots ?

"No honey, he was actually very nice. So was his father. It's totally up to Walter 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 loot for his Friend ? He'll let us know."

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

At 10:00 my cellphone phone rang."Hello ?"

"Mr. baby-walker, it's Scott, can we talk ?"
"Sure Scott, when ?"

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

ace was our horse, half quarter horse and half hackney pony. A beautiful animal, compact car for a horse but much too big to be a pony, very gentle and uncoerced to do anything asked of her.

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

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

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

"Scott, I think if this is going to bump, 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 company going to be here or are you having it someplace else ?"

"We are thinking here, down at the pond. It's pretty secluded, but open enough for some goodness games. There is a place for a bonfire for cooking and sitting around afterwards. Plus, we can bring the motortruck down for the music and not bother anyone. I don't think we want to be too trashy or bother any neighbors. 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 reave or not. I mean, I don't have any see charge away apparel or g strings or anything. We are just ordinary people."

"Sir Walter Scott, I don't think that affair. We have all seen you dance uptown during the street dances. I think you have motion no matter what is playing. I think that's what issue. I think if you wear your normal attire and don't lace up your rush so you can kick them off, you can do the residue. Besides, if you come over dressed like that, it will seem natural and we can really sell it to the young woman as a surprise."

"Wow, Mr.Wal…..Joe that sounds like it could crop. So, I'll just strip out of these ?"He was wearing exactly what I thought he should be. He had on a long sleeve denim work shirt, travail stained in the right plaza and open about halfway down his chest exposing a white tee shirt, faded and worn blueness jeans that hung loosely on his slender hip joint with the swath holding them up and his study boots.

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

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

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

"wellspring Joe, I can give it a try."With that he pulled out his I-pad and started it playing a country call with a serious beatnik. 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 move sure made a believer of me. Sir Walter Scott shuffled around during the first of all poesy just dancing as immature masses do. His sentiency of cycle was spot on and his moves were so natural and fluid I had almost forgotten what was to take place. When the refrain came up he unbuttoned his shirt and kicked off his boots simultaneously. He was left in his jeans and a really good looking tight fitting sleeveless t shirt and of course his cap advertising a salient brand of source corn whisky. Not bad at all. As he spun around you could see how his cover and shoulder muscles were accentuated by the cut and tight fit of that shirt. His musculus pectoralis and nipples captivated your attention in the forepart sufficiency that you barely noticed the humble theatrical role hugging those grammatical abs. As I said earlier, Robert Falcon Scott was a slim kid, but he was well muscled. His butt nicely filled his dungaree as did the package in strawman. The mo rhyme 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 guests."A little hearing participation would be fun."He said. I really hadn't opinion of this. He spun her back to the side and during the verse he worked on unfastening his belt and pants. Just as the verse ended he whipped off that shirt and let it fly to her and she caught it handily, blushing and laughing the entire prison term. The refrain began and he whipped off his socks as those loose jeans tried to work their way over that brilliant ass. I have no idea how anyone can look good removing socks, but he somehow made it a sensual experience. By the clock time the chorus was over the first fourth dimension his bloomers were around his ankle and he worked to get them over his feet. I can't severalize you how great he looked bending over and pulling his feet through the legs. He was wearing boxers, just as he had said. Nice black boxers with some livid or argent pattern on them, tight in the in good order places but slack enough that you could see he was warm, relaxed and swinging where it was sure to be appreciated. The song was over and Scott stood there in the moonlight on that warmly evening with the slightest sheen of sweat on that athletic body. His golden hair looked almost Ag in the moonlight and radiancy from his white teeth told you who big his smile was.

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

"You're kidding, correctly Sir Walter Scott ? That looked wild. I'm for sure everyone will relish that. How did you know you could strip to that ?"

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

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

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

With that he began the song at the final chorus and gracefully slip his hands into the position of those boxers, working them over his hips. All I can say now is WOW, what a sight. As the underwear cleared his bundle he shook them down his legs and jumped out of them, leaving them in the pot at his feet. Again, he did the boogie-woogie as the vocal finished, leaving zip to the imagination, yet moving enough that you couldn't get a really good flavor at the goods.

As the call 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 muscle stood totally nude not 10 feet from us in the brilliantly moonshine. My Creator, he was grand. We had watched this young man work shirtless many times, but to see him like this, inviting review. His height, his weight, his neck sizing and broad shoulders to the V of his collarbone, his symmetry were flawless. His torso from that collarbone to his encompassing chest with the well-formed pectoral medallion with the dime sized nipples on them, to the well-defined and take form abs and continuing to that constringe waistline left you wondering if anyone could be more than complete. Continuing down from his waist to the powerful muscular thighs, past his bulging calf to a pair of perfectly shaped substructure and toes was to see something consanguineal to Michelangelo's David. As you may have guessed, the best contribution was hanging between his legs. soundly Lord, how could the kid pack this away from thought ? Nestled in a nest of curly light brown pubic whisker his member hung heavily over a sack that was well relaxed and warm and should receive been swinging had it not been for its voluminosity. That shaft, rough ! Yes, full-length, slightly fragile where it exited his trunk and growing in girth as it rested over that scrotum that appeared to have got two walnut tree inside. The foreskin nicely covered the foreland of that glorious dick without grotesquely hanging off the tip. He stood there nude for our review. Joanne slowly approached him, reaching out. His branch bed cover slightly as she reached out and down, encircling that wonderful privates, her digit slipping behind the dismissal, her thumb over the top where his prick emerged for that wonderful bush. She felt his warmth, the ponderousness of those testicles, that penis growing in both length and cinch.

"Wow Scott, I never imagined you would look like this. Do you recollect you would set aside the fille to touch ?"she asked him.

"Really, speck ? Do you call up they would need to ? I would opine they might be too shy in social movement of their friends, or laughing too hard to desire to really do much."

This was unbelievable, a 17 class old neighbor boy we had known for about 6 weeks and who had been nothing but friendly to us was standing in our modest pasture at our pond totally nude sculpture while my married woman held and fondled his genitalia as if it were completely natural talking with us about letting our 16 yr old daughter and her Friend play with him.

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

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

Dred Scott smiled and for the first clip blushed. surprise, surprise, the kid does have a limit and Joanne had found it. She gently squeezed him, gave a piddling handshake and said,"Think about it and let us jazz what you decide."With that she let go of him and stepped back."You're pretty at ease 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 baseball glove as she picked up a boxing glove and ball for herself. Here we are, late evening on a beautiful Night playing catch with a neighbor nude 17 year old son as if it were done everywhere all the metre. We played and talked for about 15 minutes until we saw headlights pull into our driveway. We knew that would be Janet coming home."George C. Scott, let's goal this up, we don't want Janet to come up down and see you, we'd lots rather save it for the party."

As we put affair away, Sir Walter Scott still nude brushed against Joanne and she casually reached down to inspect him once more."Scott, I can't believe how easy going you are, but you are going to have to let us see this affair as it is intended to be."Dred Scott smiled and blushed again slightly as she gave his dong a agile pull.

"I can accept caution of that Mrs Walker."he said."No penury for you to do that, it might be more fun if they can just watch it."With that he stepped back, casually wiped his tomentum and look 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 mind pushing out of that beautiful foreskin. As it popped out, the size of it caught both our eyes. The skin pushed past the St. Elmo's fire exposing the tumesce head in its integrality. What a view. It continued to lengthen and also began to rise off that nut poke, allowing a much better view. Very few hair, it was still gentle and supple, appearing to hold a couple of walnut, fairly great, definitely firm. As it swelled to its full-of-the-moon glory, it pointed up at about a 45-degree slant, neither to the left nor to the right. The pommel absolutely looked like a mushroom cloud on the end. The tool was perfect for its intended job. His ballock hung heavily below, still swinging in the warm air.

"Scott, you are perfect."was Joanne's gossip."Are you going to be able to get house with that like that, or will you demand to charter concern of it ?"

Laughing Walter 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 paw. I think this is going to be a good nighttime for us. The Day leading up to the political party went quickly after that. Joanne and I had decided not to severalize Janet that Scott was going to come to the party. We thought that the disappointment and having her be surprised with the rest period of the fille would provide the most fun. I told her that I was just not capable to come 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 Edgar Guest and let them lie with what the architectural plan was. It went about like Dan had said it would. Almost all of the parents thought it sounded like a fun time and that young lady that age were ready to see something like this. Only one crime syndicate was not in favor and just told us they would not let their girl attend, but that they would do no trouble. How everyone raised their children was their business. In the end, they came over to see us the night before the party and asked if it would be OK if they did leave their daughter to come after all, or had they waited too long."No problem at all."We said.

Janet had been a little mad at me, but being a sensible young lady understood my emplacement. She decided to name the best of it and planned a really decent party. safe food, for cat you can do hot wienerwurst and burgers, chips, or just pizza and something to fuddle and call it serious. I guess it doesn't go that way with girlfriend. Homemade lasagne, salads, ice pick and cake all served down at the pond. They were thinking about doing a little fishing ( country fille ) but knowing that there was going to be a boy down there with delicate parts swinging around I nixed the idea of having crotchet or anything acuate there.

You're welcome Scott, lol.

We had the food all down there and by betimes afternoon the miss were arriving. A big tent, sleeping grip, and anything else they needed just appeared and was set up very easily. The United States Army should be this efficient. They had a slap-up afternoon swimming and doing whatever else girls do. As the sun begin to throw off, the nutrient came out and they ate. fille don't eat like male child do, I can recount you that. As they finished up Janet told the girls, I really had hoped for something else, but I guess we can playact some biz. We have softball, volleyball, and croquet, what will it be. The entranceway could not have been ameliorate timed.

"How about some dancing ?"a unseasoned but in spades masculine voice said.

All the lady friend spun around to see Scott standing beside the tent. The sidesplitter that came from Janet was unbelievable. The expression she shot at me was priceless. It was full moon of surprise and gratitude at the same time."YOU DID IT !"she mouthed to me.

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

With that he approached Sarah with his deal 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 plaza of the clearing. They did a nice behind dance together and he ended wishing her a happy birthday and leaning in to softly kiss her on the backtalk. You could see she was surprised and very pleased.

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

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

"Oh, this is nifty, how do we get him to initiate ?"

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

And so it began, within two songs the girls were all up and dancing, Dred Scott in the midsection of the group took each one for a few moments and moved on. The girls were clearly enjoying it. Robert Scott even pulled my wife into the disturbance and for a bit took my hand as the girls all laughed and teased. This kid really knew how to work a crowd and as far as I could recount was just doing what seemed right.

After two or three song I put in the thrill Scootin boogie and cranked it up a bit. The missy all lined up with Scott in front calling out the steps so they could all see him. As the outset refrain 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 urge on him. I will say, in the setting sunlight he looked even good than in the darkness. During the second verse he sashayed through the fille and they reached out to come to or wring him. He didn't appear to be nervous at all. During the irregular chorus he pulled off that t shirt and his socks. Joanne and I had already looped the Sung around to commit him prison term to strip completely without stopping. As the refrain repeated itself, Dred Scott pulled Janet into him, knowing that she knew what the end result was supposed to be. As he danced, more slowly in front line of her, with the other female child watching, Janet undid his belt. That job accomplished Janet pulled Sarah, the natal day girl in to assist. Laughing and blushing Sarah pulled back and screamed. Her friends all pushed her back to Scott and she deftly reached down to unfasten the push at the top of his fly. A few of the former girlfriend reached in to do the zip. What a site it was, girls laughing and carrying on with a smiling young man dancing in front of them. He backed away and danced as his pants slid down those legs. Those Saame disgraceful boxers with the ash grey pattern on them appeared and the missy shouted their approval. As Scott pulled his human foot out of the legs there were one or two sets of hands feeling his humble dorsum and butt. He tossed the jean aside with the ease of his dress and danced the last chorus line with them in just his boxers. Joanne and I allowed the strain to end. It's not a terribly long song but it had played through twice as he stripped. In the warm humid air of the summer evening Scott had developed a nice shininess of sweat glistening on his body. It looked really astonishing, as if he were oiled up.

"fountainhead girlfriend, enough of this. Scott probably has better things to do."

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

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

"Doing fine sir."was his answer.

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

"MORE, MORE !"was their answer after a brief glimpse at all of their friends.

Joanne hit the play button and the medicine began again. Scott reached to Sarah, took her hands and placed them just below his hip on the legs of his drawers. As before, you could see he was warm and matter were going on. The fact that the trunks fit tightly over the heap of his ass but had way in the movement for some movement did not escape the attending of the young lady. Sarah reached her hands around to the front of his short and gave a squeeze to which Scott gave her a mild smacking on the helping hand and placed her hands back on his rosehip. She began to slowly slide his boxers down. The young lady grew subdued, but you could sense the prevision. As Sarah pulled down, more of George C. Scott came into view. She stopped as his pubic haircloth came into view."Oh, thank God he didn't trim 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 fingerbreadth through Scott's soft bush. Janet reached around from rear and gently tweaked and rubbed his nipples, to which Scott flexed slightly. The motion inside the shorts was noticed by all. Sarah leaned in and ran her nose into his curly bush and said,"He smells great !"Again her hands went to his shorts and she pulled them smoothly to his ankles where he stepped out of them. For the first prison term, this 17-year-old hunk stood fully nude in front of a group of the fairer sex, any of which at that moment would have probably let him generate their shaver. The latent hostility was visible and erotic ; the girls'aid was locked.

Robert Falcon Scott's gymnastic body was perfection personified. His tan was evident, his strength and brawniness shade apparent and his easy going attitude was the topper. His penis, though still flaccid was plumped to pretty much its full size of it. It truly was slenderer at the al-Qaida, growing in perimeter as it neared the capitulum. The tegument was pulled fully off the dark glans which appeared dampness in the evening sun. His phallus hung heavily just off his scrotum, not touching, but certainly not erect. There were plenty of oooo's and ahhhhh's from the captivated consultation. Robert Scott looked around at the girls ogling his nude flesh and flexed his inguen muscularity, causing that splendid extremity to jump for the girls. His testicles hung heavily behind, swing gently with his movement. Sarah reached up placing her helping hand on Winfield Scott's torso just above the triangle of pubic hair and tickled lightly. As Robert Falcon Scott's abs rippled, his testicles raised and then lowered again. The drumhead of his turncock swelled noticeably and drew a quiet gasp from the young woman. As it swelled and subsided slightly there appeared a large driblet of vitreous silica clear precum. This was incredibly erotic but we wanted to protract 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 paced line saltation birdcall and the lady friend all jumped up falling into a roach around young Scott and began joining in. Several more birdcall followed, all fast paced and keeping the daughter moving. Finally a few sluggish songs came on and Scott took turns dancing with each of the girlfriend. All of the miss took time to get a smattering of what they wanted to see and give it a gentle squeeze or shake.

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

Sure, a relaxation break, like that was going to happen. I guess the aim were skillful, but it clearly wasn't what the girls wanted. They didn't really back off at all. I really had no idea they would be this brazen about it with chaperone around. We got Scott something to drink which he gladly took and gave him a towel with which to wipe himself off. Jehovah, this kid was great. I was getting pretty envious of this youthful stud as I watched him take his break. Watching him dry himself from the sweat, his arms up as he dried his hair and face, a nice crop of shortsighted twinkle dark-brown hair in his axillary fossa matching the light brown curly thick pubic bone down below was pretty intense. His Inner Light dark-brown hair on his promontory, not too long, but bleached lightly by the sun from his long time of day working really made him come out to be a endowment from the heavens.

The conversation from the girls as he did this was mostly that none of them had ever been this close to a naked boy or able to really check out what he had in detail. Some of the miss had buddy but it had been years since anyone had seem them naked, and certainly not in any sort of aroused land. It was clear they wanted a presentation of how the male body and procreative system operated.

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

Sarah, it's your party, what do you think ?"it was Janet being the nice host asking her best friend."If it's on your head let Scott know, he may do it."
"Oh man, this is so not bad. Winfield Scott, I've never seen a naked guy before, not even in cartridge holder, just drawing. Could I get a unaired feeling ?"

"I suppose I could allow that. How about we let everyone feel now as closely as you like and if you want later maybe you could give birth a peek 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 node indicated this was a first of all.

"OK Sarah, come on up, what do you want to see ?"Robert Falcon Scott asked as casually as if he were asking if she'd like more iced tea. That peter of his was still in its semi aroused body politic, but there was a steady oozing of clear fluid from the prick at the tip. I don't think the girls were learned about the conflict between a circumcised and uncircumcised penis. I could see that the foreskin was still pulled back from that intumesce head. He almost looked to be cut except that the skin over the pecker was not pulled tight.

Sarah approached him and he stepped onto the workbench we had there for seating purposes. It worked much better as a pedestal for this lump. Walter Scott's goods were just below eye level for Sarah and she took a good looking.

"It's not hard is it ?"

"No,"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 balls and in the head of my prick that if you touch it I will just explode."I knew the flavor he was talking about."Sarah, if you want, you may touch and everyone can keep an eye on me grind away up completely. If you don't touch my dick everyone can actually see it fall out if you want. If you want something else, just tell me."

Sarah sat in front end of him, her face not More than a foot from him."My god, he smells great, like nothing I have smelled before."She reached up and gently rubbed his scummy breadbasket just above his Vannevar Bush with one hand while her other reached between those brilliant peg and fondled his bollock gently. As she did this he sighed loudly and the exonerated drop of liquid oozing out of his prick began to boom and heavily dripped from him as if on a retentive string. It hung for a second or two swinging like a pendulum as the drawing 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 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 mouthpiece and gave a quick lick."Not bad at all. A little salty."She stated blushing brightly as she did.

This action really turned on young Scott and his dead body reacted by sending his prick pointing skyward. The head word, already swollen larger than the shaft turned a slightly darker shade of purpleness and if possible it appeared to flare out more. His cock grew to full hardness and stood proudly up and out from his soundbox, pulsing with each cadence of his young heart. honorable sizeable unshakable pulse rate. The amount of precum he emitted increased as the girls looked on. I am somewhat sure I was enjoying seeing this as often as the girls were.

"Winfield 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 a lot tenacious I can last ; 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 night ?

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 upright for awhile."

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

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

Everyone took crook with him, reaching up, gently swiping a digit across that amazing cockhead and feeling his newly fluid, rubbing it around and tentatively touching their knife to their precum covered fingers. Some took the clip to gently grok that throbbing prick and smear the head with it.

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

The affirmative reaction from the entranced young lady was unanimous.

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

Again, the answer was obvious.

"Sarah, we'll let you have the award again."Joanne said as she moved in to Sarah with a bottleful in her deal."Hold out your workforce dear, this will make it more fun."She said as she squirted a large-minded sum of a personal lubricant into her hired man."Spread that around all of the near part darling, it will help you both have fun, and then just do what palpate right."

I'm going to say, Sarah is not a tiny young woman nor is Scott hung like a porn sensation, but seeing Sarah wrap her hands around that rear tool sure accentuated the difference of opinion in size between a Young man and a vernal cleaning woman. His stopcock looked truly huge as she worked her slippery handwriting around the head and shaft. The glistening of the lube really made the venous blood vessel stand out. His pecker literally danced in her hand it was throbbing so much.

"Oh Maker, I don't think I'm going to last too long."Scott moaned, his head tilted back, his eyes barely undecided, his part throaty and hoarse."You might not want to be right in front of me."He warned.

Sarah moved slightly to the face and worked his magnificent tool with her go away paw, her right hand resting on his firm ass impudence. She softly stroked his buttock as she slid her hired hand along that hard as blade cock from his swinging ballsack to the head, engulfing the head with her lissome hand and giving a slight rotation before sliding it back down to those perfect bollock dangling in his fuzzy, oil slick scrotum.

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

This went on for no more than a few transactions. I honestly don't bang how he had lasted this long. Whitney Young George C. Scott stood here on a judiciary elevated so everyone could see, this beautiful young girlfriend stroking his most personal and private sphere, his head tilted back, sweat shining on his sinewy body as if he'd been oiled after a exercise. His peg 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 pelvic arch thrust forward and his smoothen ass clenched as he tried to hold back. You could see his penis fop, the glans already purple flared out as his testicles pulled up to the base of that veiny glistening cock. Scott gasped as his first climax of the night hit him like a load train barreling out of ascendance. The fille were silent as they watched this blossom out in front of them. The inaugural jet erupted from the slit in that cock as if a serpent were spitting. A thick-skulled rope of semen shot out and hit the ground about six foot from Scott, the mo was right behind and stab in an arc even further than the kickoff. Rope after rope of his jizz, thicker than I had seen before, jibe from that spasming prick. A stopcock that was still being lightly stroked by a little girl who had obviously not seen anything like this before, yet instinctively seemed to know what to do to serve the place. I know I counted eight goodly strong spurts of that wondrous fluid erupting from his youthful body before they seemed to turn a loss intensiveness. His knees buckled as his orgasm subsided. He slowly lowered himself to the bench, Sarah no longer stroking but still holding onto his still hard as steel putz. My give-and-take, this was so intense even I was out of breath. The girl were duly ingrain and showed it. good deal of"My god"and"belly laugh"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 seed he had produced and the intensity of not only Scott 's orgasm, but the entire state of affairs.

Scott lay on the work bench, his breathing coming in gasps as his peter still set up and pointing over his breadbasket dribbled his sperm cell load up semen onto his belly. Not one to let the billet lessen, Joanne suggested person get a preference of his fluid and assure the lady friend how it differed from the precum they had tasted just present moment before. Another one of the little girl, Julie from just up the road was the low gear one to his face, beating even Sarah who had just removed her jizz covered paw from his throbbing cock. As Dred Scott lay there recovering, his swollen ball again relaxed in his supple sack, Julie deftly grabbed his penis at the bag and stood it straight up so she could tilt down and lick the seminal fluid directly off his belly.

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

"female child, I think he will be capable to make Thomas More. Look at him, that cock of his may have softened some, but I imagine of soul goes right back to work 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 sophomore from schooltime."Here, give this a try. I think you have an melodic theme what to do with it"Julie coaxed her friend.


To be continued .