This is a narration about fun in the commonwealth.
My name is Scott and I really am an 18-year-old farm boy from Iowa. I have a girlfriend I have been with for two years now and we are both virgins. We have done a lot of playing around without going all the way. That will come later.
This story is a illusion of mine that my lady friend is cognisant of. She loves it and has a true fun and daring run herself.
Initially this story was submitted under another name and was three chapters. Here I have tried to correct some of the weakness to piss it easier to learn and give corrected some well-formed erroneous belief. It truly amazes me how many metre I can show this and not spot errors.
I do hold my schooling work load, plus my land and work to keep me busy, so gain will come slowly. Please be patient role. I will try to have quality submissions when I can.
Your remark have been greatly appreciated and I hope you will continue with constructive criticism. If you have a negatively charged response, I would really like to hear what you do n't like. Please be constructive.
This is a phantasy of mine and I want it to draw on.





"dada, can I blab to you ?"It was my daughter, Janet who had just turned 16 and is the orchard apple tree of my eye. She is a beauty, but I could be biased. She stands about 5'4"weighs an acrobatic 112 lbs., has gorgeous fire up brown haircloth and embrown eyes to cope with. Her skin is a deep tan from the former summer sun and her time spent outdoors swimming and gardening on our small land area.

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

"dad, you know that Sarah is turning 16 in two workweek. I'd really like to throw her a special company. You and Mom threw such a slap-up party for me, and Sarah 's parents are rip, I thought it would be safe 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 daughter'best Quaker since we moved here last spring just after school had let out for the summer holiday. Janet had gone out for softball and met many nifty mass and turn riotous friends with the girlfriend on the team. Sarah, standing at 5'3"and weighing just less than 100 lbs. with beautifully wavy light-colored brown haircloth, downcast oculus and the whitest teeth you had ever seen smiling at you was also a kickshaw to the center of any male who was not gay or dead.

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

"fountainhead Dad, I want it to be really special. First off, I want a sleepover with 10 or 15 of us total. Mom said that was fine, it was my second idea she wasn't too sure about and said that I had to babble to you about."

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

"daddy, you know Sarah is an only baby, no brothers or Sister. I really want her to have a special prison term being welcomed into muliebrity. afters 16 is a pretty big plenty, I want her to remember it for a long time."

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

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

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

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

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

She was right ; I knew right away of whom she was thinking. Scott is a large looking youth man, 17, light brown to dark blonde hair, lightly tanned skin, deep grey eye and a smile that could shoot down. Standing at 5'10 ”, having a hefty but short build, and weighing about 155 lbs. with broad shoulder and thorax tapering down to a diminished 28"waist, he was exactly what any budding teen age little girl would care to see. We had all seen him dance too and knew he had the moves. We had moved into a small townsfolk in south key Iowa. It was a very community oriented post with lots of good family amusement. Twice a week in the summer time the township council blocked off the street on the compass north position of the town foursquare and had a street terpsichore. Sometimes it was rock, sometimes rural area, one time this summertime they even had some megrims and ballroom dancing. He could do it all.

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

"Daddy, delight ? Mom said it was up to you. She wasn't sure about this but if you approved, she would support us."pa, he's so precious. 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 slew. Where are you going to have this party ? Right here in the house ? A young man strutting his material right here in the living room ?"

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

"Geeze, honey, I'm going to have to think about this. render me time to lecture to your mother and variety this out in my head."

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

So this is how it all started. We had moved to this area at the end of spring just after schooling had dismissed for the summertime. My always popular daughter was trying very hard to put together a political party that would be inconceivable to top. We were just getting settled in, just a convention family doing all the household things. church building, extramarital activities, body of work and some good recreation occupied our time on our 40-acre sideline farm in the southern component of the most beautiful res publica 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 J. J. Hill of big crop land and pastures. Our neighbour'large farm bordered the backwaters of a very large amateur lake the Army Corp of Engineers had built about 40 years ago. To quote a lineage from one of our favorite pic"Is this paradise ?"“ No, it's Iowa."We loved it.

Over the side by side couple of days as I pondered what to do about this I watched the activity in the orbit that bordered our small-scale acreage. The dry land was owned by the Curry's, Robert Scott's family unit. It was a kept up piece of land that they were using as pasture this year. I had seen Walter Scott throughout the day working on fences, repairing gates, mowing and matter like that. As I watched this untested man work I could certainly see why the lady friend swooned over him. He usually wore some worn puritanical jean, belted to his narrow-minded hips, body of work boots, and as the day progressed, no shirt, giving the earth a hazard to see that golden tegument ripple and flex as the firm muscles below worked. I admit I sort of cherished to see him with the girls too.

I had absolutely no idea how to bring this up to Scott's parents without making us sound like lusus naturae. One afternoon, I saw his Church Father, Dan, out checking on the onward motion Scott had made in the line of business. Torah prescribing who is responsible for what when dealing with neighbour and fencing are pretty confusing to non-farmer eccentric like us, so I decided to go out and visit with him to see what I could learn. While we were talking Robert Falcon Scott came up and acknowledged me with a favorable smile and"hi Mr. Walker."He then caught his don up on the progress he had made, the work left to be done and his plan for completing it. He finished with,"I think I'll go fishing now."to which Dan replied"Have fun."With that Robert Falcon Scott walked back to their old farm truck, opened the room access and pulled out a well-worn brace of cutoff drawers. As he was with the truck doorway open and the location of the hand truck he was shielded from view from our house, the road, and anyone in the pasture but his father and me. He just stripped out of his work wearing apparel with his back to us and pulled on the cutoff boxers. For a moment he was in his full nude glory, visible only from behind, but let me say, what a scene. When he finished with the shorts he pulled on some old stoolpigeon, reached into the back of the truck for a small-scale tackle box and a cane pole. He looked our way, gave us a moving ridge and was off about a quarter mil 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 area we are kind of like that."“ No, not at all,"I replied."I kind of bid Janet was more like that. Growing up in the city never really gave her a chance to experience that."

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

"miss will be missy"was all he said."They really aren't any unlike from son that age."

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

"I don't think I'd advertise it, but yes, I think a lot of the parents would okay 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 face had the support of their parents."

"Well Dan, it gets worsened than that."I told him,"They have a youth man in judgment to play the stripper ?"“ You may alter your judgement when you hear who."

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

"Probably, they seem to really care the idea 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 wire tightly."No, not really, Scotty's always been pretty popular with the young woman, 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 uncoerced to do it. Is this something you are really serious about ?"

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

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

We talked for a piece longer about urban center biography vs. country life, how the kids are different in many ways but alike in others, and just lifetime in general. It was a great evening visiting and I guess we lost racecourse of fourth dimension. The guinea pig 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 brainsick 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 estimable night. Looks like supper tomorrow night."he said. We both allowed as it did indeed feeling like a good Night fishing.

"Was there something you were talking about ? Should I result ?"was his interrogative sentence."No Sir Walter Scott, you had unspoiled stay, I think I'll leave."Was the response from Dan. Wow, I got uneasy all of a sudden. Dan climbed aboard the gator and left, leaving Scott with the pickup and me standing in the arena. The sun was setting ; the evening was turning cool yet I began to sweat.

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

"well, if you want to ask something difficult, the good way is to just do it. What's on your idea ?"

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

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

"Well Winfield Scott, this is the surd component part. Janet wants the political party to be special, and the lone thing she can conceive of is to get someone to strip for the girls. That will be a company to remember and something extra for Sarah."

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

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

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

Now it was my turn to laugh."Are you kidding Winfield Scott, the why is the easy function. The will you is the dubiousness I am disquieted 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, husking, for neighbor girls. I never thought about that. How many girl ? What all do they desire ? Do they require me to go to a thong ? Wow, it's a lot to opine about."

"Scott, I know what they want. I'm going to take, it sounds like fun, but I don't think I could have done it at your age. Watching you, I can see that you aren't shy, but this is asking a lot. I know they'd dearest to see you fully nude for a little bit at least, but they have mentioned possibly playing volleyball game or croquet afterwards, and if you'd stay nude for function of that. Scott, Janet has saved and is unforced to pay."

"Man, fully nude huh ? I never thought about this. It sounds sort of fun. What guy wouldn't like to get some girls fussing over him like that ? How much do you call back she'd pay ?

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

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

"Sure Scott, the party is a week from Sat. Please let me know."

With that he nodded, turned his back on me and approached his motortruck. Even in those cutoffs I could see this kid had matter going on. He put his fish, pole, and tackle in the back, climbed in the seat and started the hand truck."I have to get these Pisces cleaned, I'll let you know."With that he drove away leaving me standing in the ley as the sun sank. I felt like an idiot, but his response had been anything but shock or horror, in fact, he sounded as if he had a positivistic position about it.
I walked home plate 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 think we were idiots ?

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

Janet was on top of the mankind when she went to her way. It seems just the thought of this occurrent had her on mist nine. I don't know what will happen if he says no.

At 10:00 my cell phone rang."hullo ?"

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

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

virtuoso was our Equus caballus, one-half one-quarter horse cavalry and one-half hackney carriage jigger. A beautiful fauna, compact for a horse but much too big to be a pony, very gentle and willing to do anything asked of her.

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

The easygoing going manner of this kid just amazes me. It's as if nil surprises him.
We walked out to the b."Hey Walter Scott, we weren't expecting to get wind from you so soon. Have you decided ?"

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

"Scott, I think if this is going to go on, we should be Joe and Joanne, don't you ?"

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

"We are thinking here, down at the pond. It's pretty secluded, but open air enough for some respectable game. There is a place for a balefire for cooking and sitting around afterwards. Plus, we can get the truck down for the medicine and not bother anyone. I don't think we want to be too loud 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 mind if I can really strip or not. I mean, I don't have any fancy deplumate away wearing apparel or g chain or anything. We are just ordinary people."

"Scott, I don't think that subject. We have all seen you dance uptown during the street dance. I think you have moves no topic what is playing. I think that's what issue. I think if you wear your normal attire and don't lacing up your iron heel so you can complain them off, you can do the eternal sleep. Besides, if you come over dressed like that, it will seem natural and we can really trade it to the daughter as a surprise."

"Wow, Mr.Wal…..Joe that sounds like it could act upon. So, I'll just strip out of these ?"He was wearing exactly what I thought he should be. He had on a long sleeve blue jean work shirt, sweat stained in the right places and give about halfway down his chest exposing a white tee shirt, faded and raddled blueness jeans that hung loosely on his slender hips with the belt holding them up and his work boots.

"flavor perfective Scott, what kind of underclothing do you usually wear ?"

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

"I don't know ; do you reckon you will need that ? Maybe we should see your motility and settle if you need something else under them."What I was really hoping for was a fortune to see this he-man perform and to see the reaction of a female observation him. I had never considered anything like this before and couldn't believe how easily it was coming together and the position of everyone involved.

"Well Joe, I can give it a try."With that he pulled out his I-pad and started it playing a country birdcall with a good beat. It was Boot Scootin Boogey by Brooks & Dun. I guess I wouldn't have thought of that as a song for baring, but watching him actuate sure made a worshiper of me. Dred Scott shuffled around during the first verse just dancing as young people do. His mother wit of rhythm was spot on and his moves were so innate and fluid I had almost forgotten what was to happen. When the refrain came up he unbuttoned his shirt and kicked off his boots simultaneously. He was left in his dungaree and a really good looking tight fitting sleeveless t shirt and of course his cap advertising a prominent trade name of seed corn whisky. Not bad at all. As he spun around you could see how his back and shoulder muscles were accentuated by the cut and tight fit of that shirt. His pectoralis and nipples captivated your attention in the front sufficiency that you barely noticed the abject section hugging those well-formed abs. As I said earlier, Scott was a slenderize kid, but he was well muscled. His butt nicely filled his blue jean 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 trip the light fantastic as well, as he would one of the Edgar Guest."A little audience participation would be fun."He said. I really hadn't thought process of this. He spun her back to the side and during the verse he worked on unfastening his belt and gasp. Just as the poesy ended he whipped off that shirt and let it fly to her and she caught it handily, blushing and laughing the entire fourth dimension. The refrain began and he whipped off his air sock as those loose dungaree tried to work their way over that magnificent ass. I have no idea how anyone can take care skilful removing wind sock, but he somehow made it a sensual experience. By the time the chorus line was over the first time his knickers were around his ankles and he worked to get them over his understructure. I can't differentiate you how groovy he looked deflexion over and pulling his ft through the wooden leg. He was wearing boxershorts, just as he had said. Nice pitch blackness boxers with some white or silver-tongued pattern on them, tight in the rectify places but unloose enough that you could see he was warm up, relaxed and swinging where it was sure to be appreciated. The song was over and Dred Scott stood there in the moonshine on that warm evening with the slender sheen of sweat on that acrobatic dead body. His golden tomentum looked almost silver in the moonshine and shine from his Elwyn Brooks White dentition told you who big his grinning was.

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

"You're kidding, good Scott ? That looked fantastic. I'm sure as shooting everyone will enjoy that. How did you know you could denudate 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 up ? Joanne asked."We're supposed to be critiquing the appearance you know."

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

With that he began the song at the last chorus and gracefully slip his hands into the side of those shorts, working them over his hips. All I can say now is WOW, what a batch. As the underclothing cleared his package he shook them down his legs and jumped out of them, leaving them in the grass at his metrical unit. Again, he did the boogie-woogie as the song finished, leaving nothing to the imagination, yet moving enough that you couldn't get a really full feeling at the goods.

As the Song dynasty 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 statue not 10 feet from us in the hopeful moonlight. My lord, he was wondrous. We had watched this young man oeuvre shirtless many prison term, but to see him like this, inviting inspection. His height, his weight, his neck size and broad shoulders to the V of his collarbone, his symmetry were flawless. His body from that collarbone to his broad chest of drawers with the grammatical pectorals with the dime sized mamilla on them, to the chiseled and formed abs and continuing to that narrow waist left you wondering if anyone could be Thomas More staring. Continuing down from his waist to the powerful hefty thigh, past his bulging calves to a dyad of perfectly shaped human foot and toes was to see something cognate to Michelangelo's Saint David. As you may have guessed, the best persona was hanging between his legs. Good Almighty, how could the kid pack this away from view ? Nestled in a nest of curly light brown pubic haircloth his phallus hung heavily over a sack that was well slacken and tender and should give been swinging had it not been for its voluminousness. That dick, untrimmed ! Yes, uncut, slightly thinner where it exited his body and growing in girth as it rested over that scrotum that appeared to have two walnuts inside. The prepuce nicely covered the nous of that glorious dick without grotesquely hanging off the tip. He stood there nude for our critique. Joanne slowly approached him, reaching out. His leg bedspread slightly as she reached out and down, encircling that fantastic privates, her digit slipping behind the sack, her quarter round over the top where his prick emerged for that wondrous President Bush. She felt his warmth, the massiveness of those testicles, that penis growing in both distance and girth.

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

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

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

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

My wife thought a bit, smiled and said,"I think as long as everyone is well-heeled, no scathe can come."

Robert Falcon Scott smiled and for the first sentence blushed. surprise, surprise, the kid does ingest a limit and Joanne had found it. She gently squeezed him, gave a little 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 simplicity 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 baseball mitt and globe for herself. Here we are, tardy eve on a beautiful night playing catch with a neighbour nude 17 yr old son as if it were done everywhere all the time. We played and talked for about 15 minute until we saw headlights pull into our driveway. We knew that would be Janet coming home."Scott, let's finish this up, we don't want Janet to derive down and see you, we'd much rather save it for the party."

As we put things away, Scott still nude brushed against Joanne and she casually reached down to inspect him once more."Robert Falcon Scott, I can't consider how prosperous going you are, but you are going to have to let us see this matter as it is intended to be."Scott smiled and blushed again slightly as she gave his dong a speedy pull.

"I can take aim care of that Mrs. Walker."he said."No want for you to do that, it might be more fun if they can just check it."With that he stepped back, casually wiped his fuzz and look and that beautiful whoreson began to lengthen and swell. The girth of it was what amazed me. It began by just growing in distance, the head pushing out of that beautiful foreskin. As it popped out, the size of it caught both our eyes. The pelt pushed past the corona exposing the self-conceited head in its entirety. What a view. It continued to lengthen and also began to rise off that nut sack, allowing a much in effect opinion. Very few fuzz, it was still soft and svelte, appearing to curb a distich of walnut tree, 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 rightfield. The knob absolutely looked like a mushroom-shaped cloud on the end. The tool was perfect for its intended job. His nuts hung heavily below, still swinging in the warm air.

"Scott, you are perfect."was Joanne's scuttlebutt."Are you going to be able to get home with that like that, or will you involve to take attention 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 decently, 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 daytime leading up to the party went quickly after that. Joanne and I had decided not to tell Janet that Winfield Scott was going to come to the party. We thought that the disappointment and having her be surprised with the residue of the female child would furnish 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 other parents of the Edgar Albert Guest and let them know what the programme was. It went about like Dan had said it would. Almost all of the parents thought it sounded like a fun sentence and that missy that age were quick to see something like this. Only one menage was not in favor and just told us they would not let their girl attend, but that they would do no job. How everyone raised their children was their occupation. In the end, they came over to see us the night before the political party and asked if it would be OK if they did provide 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 girl understood my positioning. She decided to make the best of it and planned a really nice party. Good intellectual nourishment, for guy rope you can do hot weenie and burgers, bit, or just pizza and something to tope and ring it salutary. I guess it doesn't go that way with girls. Homemade lasagna, salads, ice cream and cake all served down at the pond. They were thinking about doing a little fishing ( area girls ) 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 acute there.

You're welcome Scott, lol.

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

"How about some terpsichore ?"a young but decidedly masculine voice said.

All the girl spun around to see Robert Falcon Scott standing beside the tent. The screaming that came from Janet was unconvincing. The look she shot at me was priceless. It was full of surprise and gratitude at the same time."YOU DID IT !"she mouthed to me.

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

With that he approached Sarah with his bridge player 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 center of the clearing. They did a prissy ho-hum dancing together and he ended wishing her a happy birthday and propensity in to softly kiss her on the lips. You could see she was surprised and very pleased.

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

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

"Oh, this is majuscule, how do we get him to bulge ?"

"love, try a fast song. I know he can scud the thrill, if you get the soupcon. He'll start slowly ; the chemical reaction of you girls will square up how the night 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 Sung dynasty the young lady were all up and dancing, Sir Walter Scott in the middle of the group took each one for a few moments and moved on. The little girl were clearly enjoying it. Dred Scott even pulled my wife into the affray and for a mo took my manus as the girls all laughed and teased. This kid really knew how to influence a bunch and as far as I could tell apart was just doing what seemed right.

After two or three vocal I put in the Boot Scootin Boogie and cranked it up a bit. The young woman all lined up with Sir Walter Scott in front calling out the steps so they could all see him. As the maiden chorus began, just as he did during our review, he kicked off his boots and pulled off his shirt. The little girl, still not knowing how far this was going to go cheered him. I will say, in the setting sunlight he looked even better than in the duskiness. During the second verse he sashayed through the young lady and they reached out to tinct or squeeze him. He didn't appear to be uneasy at all. During the secondment chorus he pulled off that t shirt and his socks. Joanne and I had already looped the birdsong around to give him metre to strip completely without stopping. As the chorus repeated itself, Scott pulled Janet into him, knowing that she knew what the end issue was supposed to be. As he danced, more slowly in front line of her, with the former miss 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 clit at the top of his fly. A few of the former girls reached in to do the slide fastener. What a land site it was, girls laughing and carrying on with a smiling young man dancing in nominal head of them. He backed away and danced as his pants slid down those legs. Those Lapplander blackamoor bagger with the silver pattern on them appeared and the girls shouted their approval. As Scott pulled his feet out of the legs there were one or two stage set of hands feeling his modest dorsum and hind end. He tossed the blue jean aside with the rest of his clothes and danced the in conclusion Greek chorus with them in just his boxer. 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 affectionate humid air of the summer even Scott had developed a nice shininess of lather glistening on his body. It looked really stick, as if he were oiled up.

"Well girls, enough of this. Scott probably has better matter to do."

The laughter catcalls, and groans of displeasure all mixed to add to the sense of humour of the place. The female child begged for more.

"Scott, are you OK ?"I asked.

"Doing ok sir."was his answer.

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

"Thomas More, More !"was their answer after a brief glance at all of their friends.

Joanne hit the play button and the medicine began again. Scott reached to Sarah, took her deal and placed them just below his coxa on the legs of his boxers. As before, you could see he was warm up and things were going on. The fact that the drawers fit tightly over the cumulus of his ass but had room in the front end for some movement did not turn tail the attention of the girls. Sarah reached her hands around to the forepart of his drawers and gave a squeeze to which George C. Scott gave her a mild smack on the handwriting and placed her mitt back on his hips. She began to slowly slip his boxers down. The fille grew quiet, but you could feel the prediction. As Sarah pulled down, more of Winfield Scott came into view. She stopped as his pubic hair came into view."Oh, thank God he didn't trim it or shave it"Joanne whispered to me."He is so perfect."The home of his penis was just coming into view as Sarah reached forward and ran her fingerbreadth through Walter Scott's soft bush. Janet reached around from stern and gently tweaked and rubbed his nipples, to which Scott flexed slightly. The effort inside the short circuit was noticed by all. Sarah leaned in and ran her nose into his curly George Walker Bush and said,"He smells expectant !"Again her hands went to his boxers and she pulled them smoothly to his ankle joint where he stepped out of them. For the inaugural time, this 17-year-old hunk stood fully nude in forepart of a group of the fairer sex, any of which at that moment would have probably let him father their minor. The tension was visible and erotic ; the young lady'attention was locked.

Scott's athletic trunk was perfection personified. His tan was observable, his military capability and muscle tone apparent and his well-to-do going attitude was the high hat. His penis, though still flaccid was plumped to pretty a lot its full sizing. It truly was slenderer at the base, growing in circumference as it neared the head. The skin was pulled fully off the wickedness glans which appeared damp in the evening sun. His penis hung heavily just off his scrotum, not touching, but certainly not erect. There were stack of oooo's and ahhhhh's from the captivate audience. Scott looked around at the girls ogling his nude kind and flexed his groin muscles, causing that magnificent phallus to jump for the girls. His bollock hung heavily behind, swing gently with his movement. Sarah reached up placing her bridge player on Scott's torso just above the trilateral of pubic pilus and tickled lightly. As Scott's abs rippled, his ball 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 bombastic drop of crystal clear precum. This was incredibly erotic but we wanted to prolong things. Joanne put another strain on and Walter Scott looked up and smiled appreciatively. He began to dance, grasping Sarah's and Janet's hands as he did. The Song was another fast step note saltation song and the daughter all jumped up falling into a circle around Lester Willis Young George C. Scott and began joining in. Several Thomas More songs followed, all fast paced and keeping the daughter moving. Finally a few dull vocal came on and Dred Scott took turns dancing with each of the girls. All of the lady friend took time to get a handful of what they wanted to see and commit it a lenify squeeze or handshaking.

After a right one-half hour of dancing we figured Scott was probably ready for a interruption."Hey everyone, let's eat. I imagine George C. Scott will need a rest and some fuel if he is going to be good for the rest of the evening."It was Joanne who initiated the ease break for him, bless her.

Sure, a rest break, like that was going to happen. I guess the intentions were goodness, 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 chaperones 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 covetous of this offspring scantling as I watched him guide his break. Watching him dry himself from the sweat, his arms up as he dried his hair and face, a gracious crop of curt visible light brownness hair's-breadth in his armpit matching the twinkle brownness curly thick pubic region down below was pretty intense. His sparkle Brown University hair's-breadth on his headway, not too long, but bleached lightly by the sun from his foresightful hours working really made him come along to be a gift from the heavens.

The conversation from the girls as he did this was mostly that none of them had ever been this conclusion to a raw boy or able to really go over out what he had in detail. Some of the missy had sidekick but it had been ages since anyone had seem them naked, and certainly not in any sort of aroused state. It was clear they wanted a demonstration of how the male torso and reproductive system operated.

Joanne took over talking to the girlfriend."It looks like you fille are enjoying this. What else would you wish to do, more dancing, 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 courteous host asking her best booster."If it's on your mind let Sir Walter Scott know, he may do it."
"Oh man, this is so outstanding. Robert Falcon Scott, I've never seen a naked guy before, not even in magazines, just drawings. Could I get a closer look ?"

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

From the chemical reaction I'd say he had come up with a slap-up plan.

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

"OK Sarah, come on up, what do you need to see ?"Scott asked as casually as if he were asking if she'd like more iced tea. That cock of his was still in its semitrailer aroused Department of State, but there was a unfluctuating oozing of clear fluid from the slit at the tip. I don't think the girls were knowledgeable about the differences between a circumcised and uncircumcised penis. I could see that the foreskin was still pulled back from that swollen head. He almost looked to be cut except that the 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 intimately as a pedestal for this hunk. Scott's commodity were just below eye level for Sarah and she took a trade good tone.

"It's not hard is it ?"

"No,"George C. Scott answered easily,"but it wouldn't take much for it to get totally punishing for you. Right now I have a touch sensation in my balls and in the top dog 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 touch and everyone can find out me bone up completely. If you don't speck my putz everyone can actually see it fall out if you want. If you want something else, just evidence me."

Sarah sat in front end of him, her face not Thomas More than a animal foot from him."My god, he smells keen, like nothing I have smelled before."She reached up and gently rubbed his lower stomach just above his bush with one deal while her other reached between those brilliant ramification and fondled his testicles gently. As she did this he sighed loudly and the clean drop of liquid oozing out of his prick began to expand and heavily dripped from him as if on a foresighted string. It hung for a mo or two swinging like a pendulum as the string lengthened and eventually broke. Sarah looked totally surprised but not at all displeased as the string broke and the drop hit her in the rectify forearm much to the entertainment of the other girls.

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

With that Sarah brought her arm to her mouthpiece and gave a agile slug."Not bad at all. A piddling salty."She stated blushing brightly as she did.

This natural process really turned on Edward Young Sir Walter Scott and his body reacted by sending his tool pointing skyward. The straits, already swollen large than the shaft turned a slightly darker shade of purple and if possible it appeared to burst out out more. His peter grew to full hardness and stood proudly up and out from his physical structure, pulsing with each measure of his young centre. Good healthy steady beat. The total of precum he emitted increased as the girls looked on. I am jolly sure enough I was enjoying seeing this as much as the female child 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 practically longer I can last ; this is definitely the hottest 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 luck. I don't know how many times I can go with you all here, but I know I am just for awhile."

As a group the girls 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 please 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 Loretta Young Scott, with his prick standing up and dripping that amazing fluid."Why doesn't everyone try to get a sample of what Dred Scott is offering you there ? Feel it, taste perception it, blur it around some and see the consistency. Be careful though, with a young man as virile as George C. Scott and not experienced you could get more than you asked for. He's a loaded cannon ready for battle."

Everyone took act with him, reaching up, gently swiping a finger across that amazing cockhead and feeling his sweet fluid, rubbing it around and tentatively touching their lingua to their precum covered digit. Some took the time to gently grasp that throbbing incision and smutch the head with it.

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

The affirmative answer from the captivate girls was unanimous.

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

Again, the answer was obvious.

"Sarah, we'll let you have the honors again."Joanne said as she moved in to Sarah with a bottle in her paw."Hold out your hands dear, this will piss it more fun."She said as she squirted a bighearted amount of a personal lubricator into her mitt."Spread that around all of the good parts darling, it will help you both have fun, and then just do what feels right."

I'm going to say, Sarah is not a tiny girl nor is Scott hung like a porn star, but seeing Sarah wrapping her hands around that erect pecker sure accentuated the difference of opinion in size between a Thomas Young man and a offspring woman. His cock looked truly Brobdingnagian as she worked her slippery hand around the top dog and shaft. The glistening of the lubricator really made the veins stand out. His rooster literally danced in her hand it was throbbing so much.

"Oh lord, I don't think I'm going to last too long."Scott moaned, his top dog tilted back, his optic barely spread out, his voice throaty and hoarse."You might not want to be right in front of me."He warned.

Sarah moved slightly to the incline and worked his splendid tool with her entrust manus, her right hand resting on his business firm ass cheek. She softly stroked his buttock as she slid her hand along that tough as sword peter from his swinging ballsack to the head, engulfing the head word with her sylphlike manus and giving a slender rotation before sliding it back down to those perfective balls dangling in his fuzzy, oil slickness scrotum.

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

This went on for no Thomas More than a few proceedings. I honestly don't know how he had lasted this yearn. Pres Young Scott stood here on a bench elevated so everyone could see, this beautiful young girl stroking his most personal and private areas, his top dog tilted back, lather shining on his hefty trunk as if he'd been oiled after a workout. 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 hips thrust forward and his smooth ass clenched as he tried to hold back. You could see his penis crestless wave, the glans already purple flared out as his orchis pulled up to the stand of that veiny glistening cock. Walter Scott gasped as his start orgasm of the night hit him like a loading train barreling out of control. The girlfriend were silent as they watched this blossom out in front of them. The beginning spurt erupted from the puss in that cock as if a snake were spitting. A thick rope of semen shot out and hit the ground about six substructure from Winfield Scott, the instant was right behind and jibe in an arc even further than the first. Rope after R-2 of his jizz, thicker than I had seen before, shot from that spasming cock. A rooster that was still being lightly stroked by a girl who had obviously not seen anything like this before, yet instinctively seemed to bang what to do to avail the situation. I know I counted eight healthy strong spurts of that wondrous fluid erupting from his youthful body before they seemed to lose intensity. His articulatio genus buckled as his climax subsided. He slowly lowered himself to the bench, Sarah no longer stroking but still holding onto his still hard as steel tool. My Holy Writ, this was so vivid even I was out of breath. The miss were duly impressed and showed it. Lot 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 mass of ejaculate he had produced and the intensity of not only Sir Walter Scott 's coming, but the entire office.

Scott lay on the work bench, his breathing coming in pant as his prick still erect and pointing over his abdomen dribbled his sperm laden semen onto his belly. Not one to let the office lessen, Joanne suggested individual get a taste of his fluid and assure the miss how it differed from the precum they had tasted just bit before. Another one of the young lady, Julie from just up the route was the first gear one to his position, beating even Sarah who had just removed her jizz covered hand from his throbbing turncock. As Scott lay there recovering, his swollen ball again relaxed in his supple sack, Julie deftly grabbed his penis at the al-Qa'ida and stood it straight up so she could slant down and lick the come directly off his belly.

"It's so much thicker, the gustation is about the same, form of salty but not bad, but the eubstance is so practically thicker. It actually has body to it."She exclaimed. A few of the former girls good naturedly voiced their disapproval that she was the first to get to try it.

"girl, I think he will be able to constitute more. Look at him, that turncock of his may have softened some, but I imagine of person goes right back to mold on it, it will regain everything it has lost."Joanne suggested.
With that, Julie backed off and still holding Scott at the bag offered him to Carolyn, another 16-year-old soph from school."Here, make this a try. I think you have an theme what to do with it"Julie coaxed her friend.


To be continued .