This is a story about fun in the land.
My epithet is Scott and I really am an 18-year-old farm boy from Ioway. 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 tale is a illusion of mine that my missy is cognisant of. She loves it and has a true fun and daring streak herself.
Initially this story was submitted under another public figure and was three chapters. Here I have tried to counterbalance some of the weaknesses to realise it easier to learn and consume corrected some grammatical errors. It truly amazes me how many times I can read this and not spot errors.
I do have my school workload, plus my husbandry and body of work to keep me busy, so addition will come slowly. Please be patient. I will try to have quality submissions when I can.
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This is a fantasy of mine and I want it to draw on.





"dada, can I blab to you ?"It was my girl, Janet who had just turned 16 and is the Malus pumila of my eye. She is a beauty, but I could be biased. She stands about 5'4"weighs an athletic 112 lbs., has gorgeous calorie-free brown whisker and brown eyes to match. Her skin is a deep tan from the early summer sun and her metre spent outdoors swimming and gardening on our pocket-sized acreage.

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

"pa, you know that Sarah is turning 16 in two weeks. I'd really like to throw her a limited political party. You and Mom threw such a neat party for me, and Sarah 's parents are split, I thought it would be good if we could do it for her. I've saved the money and can pay for all the food and drinks if you'll contribute permission."

Sarah had become my girl'just Quaker since we moved here live leap just after school had let out for the summer vacation. Janet had gone out for softball game and met many great mass and become fast friends with the girls on the team. Sarah, standing at 5'3"and weighing just less than 100 lbs. with beautifully wavy light brown hair, patrician eyes and the ashen teeth you had ever seen smiling at you was also a treat to the heart of any Male who was not gay or dead.

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

"well Dad, I want it to be really particular. low off, I want a sleepover with 10 or 15 of us summate. Mom said that was very well, it was my second musical theme she wasn't too sure about and said that I had to talk to you about."

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

"dad, you know Sarah is an only when baby, no brothers or baby. I really want her to induce a special sentence being welcomed into womanhood. sweetly 16 is a pretty big deal, I want her to remember it for a long time."

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

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

"Oh lord, Janet, I don't know. This sounds pretty serious. You are technically at the age of consent, but if any parents have a problem 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 thinker is under 18, so it is just tiddler playing around. How could that be trouble ?"

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

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

She was right ; I knew correct away of whom she was thinking. Scott is a great looking Cy Young man, 17, light brown to dark blond hair, lightly tanned hide, inscrutable Zane Grey oculus and a smiling that could down. Standing at 5'10 ”, having a muscular but light build, and weighing about 155 lbs. with encompassing shoulders and chest tapering down to a small 28"shank, he was exactly what any budding teenage age girl would like to see. We had all seen him dance too and knew he had the relocation. We had moved into a small town in south central Hawkeye State. It was a very biotic community oriented place with lots of thoroughly family entertainment. Twice a week in the summer metre the town council blocked off the street on the north side of the Town square and had a street dance. Sometimes it was sway, sometimes country, one time this summer they even had some wild blue yonder and dance palace dance. He could do it all.

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

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

"Ask him ? Honey, I haven't even said you can do it. This is a pretty big mint. Where are you going to have this political party ? rightfulness here in the theatre ? A new man strutting his stuff and nonsense right here in the living room ?"

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

"Geeze, love, I'm going to have to think about this. Give me clip to babble out to your mother and kind this out in my head."

"Ok, but haste papa, 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 school had dismissed for the summer. My always popular girl was trying very hard to put together a party that would be impossible to top. We were just getting settled in, just a formula class doing all the crime syndicate affair. church building, extracurricular activities, work and some dear diversion occupied our clip on our 40-acre hobby farm in the southern contribution of the most beautiful state in the country. I may be partial, but I was raised here. So far we had not been disappointed either. Our farm was surrounded by rolling Benny Hill of plentiful crop res publica and pastures. Our neighbour'large farm bordered the backwaters of a very large amateur lake the United States Army corporation of Engineers had built about 40 years ago. To cite a line from one of our favorite film"Is this heaven ?"“ No, it's Iowa."We loved it.

Over the next couple of days as I pondered what to do about this I watched the activity in the theater of operations that bordered our modest acreage. The demesne was owned by the Curry's, Scott's kinfolk. It was a well-kept slice of land that they were using as pasturage this year. I had seen Robert Falcon Scott throughout the day working on fence, repairing gates, mowing and matter like that. As I watched this young man oeuvre I could certainly understand why the girls swooned over him. He usually wore some bear downhearted dungaree, belted to his narrow-minded hips, work kick, and as the day progressed, no shirt, giving the world a chance to see that prosperous skin ripple and flex as the firm muscles below worked. I admit I sort of wanted to see him with the girls too.

I had absolutely no idea how to bring this up to George C. Scott's parents without making us sound like freak. One afternoon, I saw his founder, Dan, out checking on the progress Scott had made in the field. practice of law prescribing who is creditworthy for what when dealing with neighbor and fencing are pretty confusing to non-farmer types like us, so I decided to go out and visit with him to see what I could take. While we were talking Scott came up and acknowledged me with a friendly grin and"Hello Mr. Walker."He then caught his Fatherhood up on the advancement he had made, the workplace left to be done and his plan for completing it. He finished with,"I think I'll go fishing now."to which Dan replied"Have fun."With that Scott walked back to their old farm hand truck, opened the door and pulled out a well-worn pair of cutoff shorts. As he was with the truck room access open and the positioning of the truck he was shielded from prospect from our star sign, the route, and anyone in the grazing land but his father and me. He just stripped out of his piece of work wearing apparel with his back to us and pulled on the cutoff shorts. For a moment he was in his full nude glory, visible only from behind, but let me say, what a aspect. When he finished with the drawers he pulled on some old sneak, reached into the backbone of the hand truck for a belittled tackle box and a cane pole. He looked our way, gave us a wave and was off about a quarter mile through the pasture to the river.

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

One thing led to another and pretty soon Dan and I were talking about how Janet was fitting in. I just started talking about the party she was hoping to plan and ended up blurting out the voice 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 response actually surprised me.

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

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

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

"Well Dan, it gets unfit than that."I told him,"They have a young man in psyche to play the stripper ?"“ You may commute 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 approximation of Winfield 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 pop with the fille, 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 leave to do it. Is this something you are really life-threatening about ?"

"well, the girl 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 city life vs. country life, how the kids are different in many ways but alike in others, and just biography in worldwide. It was a gravid evening visiting and I guess we lost track of clip. The depicted object 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 crazy idea.

"Ask him what ?"I know I jumped ; I can't say whether or not Dan did. We both turned and there stood Robert Scott with a stringer with 8 or 9 prissy Lepomis macrochirus on it."I had a pretty unspoiled night. Looks like supper tomorrow night."he said. We both allowed as it did indeed face like a near Nox fishing.

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

"What's up Mr. 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 mob have been in effect to us since we got here."

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

"Winfield Scott, I'll ask quickly. Janet wants to befuddle a natal day party for Sarah. She's 16 succeeding Saturday."

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

"Well Scott, this is the surd part. Janet wants the company to be special, and the only matter she can think of is to get soul to undress for the girls. That will be a party to call up and something extra for Sarah."

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

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

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

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

"Wow, stripping, for neighbor girls. I never thought about that. How many daughter ? What all do they require ? 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 include, it sounds like fun, but I don't think I could have done it at your age. Watching you, I can see that you aren't shy, but this is asking a lot. I know they'd love to see you fully nude for a little bit at least, but they have mentioned possibly playing volleyball or croquet afterwards, and if you'd stoppage nude painting for parting of that. Robert Scott, Janet has saved and is willing to pay."

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

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

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

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

With that he nodded, turned his back on me and approached his hand truck. Even in those cutoffs I could see this kid had thing going on. He put his Pisces the Fishes, pole, and tackle in the vertebral column, climbed in the behind 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 positivistic posture about it.
I walked home not knowing what to think.

When I walked in Janet was all over me, had I asked, what did he say, was he going to do it, did he get mad, did he laugh, did he consider we were retard ?

"No honey, he was actually very gracious. 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 disinvest for his booster ? He'll let us know."

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

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

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

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

Star was our horse, half twenty-five percent horse and one-half hackney shot glass. A beautiful animal, compact for a horse but much too big to be a pony, very gentle and willing to do anything asked of her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yep, my parents and I had a talk about it, I don't suppose it matters whether I do it or not, I will be teased now. It's kind of flattering. I have no idea if I can really ransack or not. I mean, I don't have any take to buck away apparel or g string section or anything. We are just ordinary people."

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

"Wow, Mr.Wal…..Joe that sounds like it could work. So, I'll just strip out of these ?"He was wearing exactly what I thought he should be. He had on a long sleeve denim study shirt, fret stained in the rectify places and afford about halfway down his breast exposing a Theodore Harold White tee shirt, faded and worn blue air blue jean that hung loosely on his slender hips with the swath holding them up and his work boots.

"Looks sodding Scott, what variety of underwear do you usually wear ?"

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

"I don't know ; do you believe you will need that ? Maybe we should see your moves and make up one's mind 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 observance 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 vocal with a good pulse. It was kick Scootin Boogey by brook & Dun. I guess I wouldn't have thought of that as a song for stripping, but watching him propel sure made a believer of me. Scott shuffled around during the low verse just dancing as Whitney Moore Young Jr. masses do. His horse sense of rhythm was spot on and his relocation were so natural 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 commodity looking tight fitting sleeveless t shirt and of course his cap advertising a salient trade name of source maize. Not bad at all. As he spun around you could see how his back and shoulder muscles were accentuated by the cut and crocked fit of that shirt. His pecs and nipples captivated your care in the straw man plenty that you barely noticed the low-spirited part hugging those grammatical abs. As I said earlier, Scott was a slim kid, but he was well muscled. His butt nicely filled his jeans as did the package in front end. The second verse began and he again danced around. He stuck out his hand and pulled Joanne up to dance as well, as he would one of the client."A little audience participation would be fun."He said. I really hadn't thought of this. He spun her back to the position and during the verse he worked on unfastening his whang and pants. 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 time. The refrain began and he whipped off his sock as those loose blue jean tried to make for their way over that magnificent ass. I have no idea how anyone can reckon dependable removing windsock, but he somehow made it a sensual experience. By the time the chorus was over the first off metre his pants were around his ankles and he worked to get them over his substructure. I can't evidence you how great he looked bend over and pulling his feet through the stage. He was wearing boxers, just as he had said. Nice black boxers with some white or silver radiation pattern on them, tight in the redress seat but light enough that you could see he was quick, unlax and swinging where it was sure to be appreciated. The song was over and Sir Walter Scott stood there in the moonlight on that warm evening with the slightest sheen of sweat on that athletic body. His golden hair's-breadth looked almost silver in the moonlight and shine from his White teeth told you who big his smiling was.

"fountainhead, do you think the motion are OK, Joe ?"

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

"I really didn't."he laughed,"I just thought a loyal paced song might be good for it."

"Are you going to finish ? Joanne asked."We're supposed to be critiquing the display you know."

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

With that he began the vocal at the last chorus and gracefully slid his hands into the sides of those shorts, working them over his hips. All I can say now is WOW, what a sight. As the underwear cleared his software program he shook them down his legs and jumped out of them, leaving them in the locoweed at his feet. Again, he did the boogie as the song finished, leaving zip to the vision, yet moving enough that you couldn't get a really good smell at the goods.

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

Robert Falcon Scott, this 5'10"body politic boy weighing 150-155 lbs. of muscle stood totally nude not 10 metrical unit from us in the shiny moonlight. My lord, he was grotesque. We had watched this Whitney Young man work shirtless many fourth dimension, but to see him like this, inviting inspection. His height, his weight, his neck sizing and all-encompassing shoulders to the V of his collarbone, his proportion were flawless. His torso from that clavicle to his extensive chest with the grammatical pectorals with the dime bag sized tit on them, to the well-defined and imprint abs and continuing to that constrict waist left you wondering if anyone could be more unadulterated. Continuing down from his waist to the powerful muscular thigh, past his bulging calves to a pair of perfectly shaped feet and toes was to see something consanguine to Michelangelo's David. As you may have guessed, the intimately office was hanging between his legs. Good noble, how could the kid pack this away from view ? Nestled in a nest of curly light brown pubic hair his penis hung heavily over a sacque that was well relaxed and affectionate and should have been swinging had it not been for its comprehensiveness. That turncock, uncut ! Yes, uncut, slightly thinner where it exited his body and growing in cinch as it rested over that scrotum that appeared to take two walnuts inside. The foreskin nicely covered the head of that splendid dick without grotesquely hanging off the tip. He stood there nude for our critical review. Joanne slowly approached him, reaching out. His legs cattle farm slightly as she reached out and down, encircling that fantastic genitalia, her finger's breadth slipping behind the carrier bag, her thumb over the top where his prick emerged for that wondrous pubic hair. She felt his passion, the heft of those testicles, that phallus growing in both length and girth.

"Wow Robert Falcon Scott, I never imagined you would look like this. Do you think you would give up the girls to touch ?"she asked him.

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

This was unbelievable, a 17 year old neighbor boy we had known for about 6 workweek and who had been nothing but friendly to us was standing in our small grass at our pond totally nude while my wife held and fondled his genitals as if it were completely cancel talking with us about letting our 16 year old daughter and her Quaker 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 comfortable, no harm can come."

Winfield Scott smiled and for the first-class honours degree time blushed. surprise, surprise, the kid does have a demarcation line and Joanne had found it. She gently squeezed him, gave a little shake and said,"Think about it and let us have it off what you decide."With that she let go of him and stepped back."You're pretty at ease here Robert Scott, how about we toss a baseball game around a bit to see if you are OK with it ?"With that she tossed us both a boxing glove as she picked up a boxing glove and ball for herself. Here we are, lately eventide on a beautiful night playing catch with a neighbors nude 17 year old son as if it were done everywhere all the time. We played and talked for about 15 mo until we saw headlight root for into our private road. We knew that would be Janet coming home."Scott, let's finis this up, we don't want Janet to come down and see you, we'd a lot rather save it for the party."

As we put matter away, Walter Scott still nude brushed against Joanne and she casually reached down to inspect him once more."Scott, I can't believe how loose 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 immediate pull.

"I can take care of that Mrs. Walker."he said."No need for you to do that, it might be more fun if they can just watch it."With that he stepped back, casually wiped his hair and face and that beautiful shaft began to lengthen and swell up. The cinch of it was what amazed me. It began by just growing in length, the head pushing out of that beautiful foreskin. As it popped out, the size of it caught both our eyes. The tegument pushed past the corposant exposing the swollen point in its entirety. What a view. It continued to lengthen and also began to develop off that nut sac, allowing a much better sentiment. Very few hairs, it was still easygoing and supple, appearing to hold a brace of walnut, fairly large, definitely firm. As it swelled to its entire aureole, it pointed up at about a 45-degree angle, neither to the left nor to the rightfield. The boss absolutely looked like a mushroom-shaped cloud on the end. The shaft was perfective for its intended job. His nuts hung heavily below, still swinging in the warm air.

"Scott, you are perfect."was Joanne's comment."Are you going to be capable to get home with that like that, or will you need to make care of it ?"

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

"I guess you're properly, always leave em wanting Thomas More. We'll let you get dressed and get home."

With that Joanne and I headed to the house, manus in hand. I think this is going to be a sound dark for us. The days leading up to the company went quickly after that. Joanne and I had decided not to tell Janet that Walter Scott was going to come up to the political party. We thought that the letdown and having her be surprised with the residual of the girls would provide the most fun. I told her that I was just not able to hail 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 invitee and let them make love what the plan was. It went about like Dan had said it would. Almost all of the parents thought it sounded like a fun fourth dimension and that girls that age were ready to see something like this. Only one family was not in favour and just told us they would not let their girl attend, but that they would have no job. 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 allow their daughter to come after all, or had they waited too long."No problem at all."We said.

Janet had been a small mad at me, but being a sensible fille understood my position. She decided to pee-pee the advantageously of it and planned a really decent political party. serious nutrient, for guys you can do hot dogs and burgers, chips, or just pizza and something to drink and call it good. I guess it doesn't go that way with girls. Homemade lasagna, salads, ice cream and cake all served down at the pond. They were thinking about doing a little fishing ( country girls ) but knowing that there was going to be a boy down there with frail component part swinging around I nixed the estimate of having meat hooks or anything sharp there.

You're receive Scott, lol.

We had the food all down there and by early afternoon the girlfriend were arriving. A big tent, sleeping traveling bag, and anything else they needed just appeared and was set up very easily. The U. S. Army should be this effective. They had a great good afternoon swimming and doing whatever else miss do. As the sun Menachem Begin to drop, the solid food came out and they ate. lady friend don't eat like boys do, I can severalize you that. As they finished up Janet told the girls, I really had hoped for something else, but I guess we can play some plot. We have softball, volleyball, and croquet, what will it be. The entryway could not consume been better timed.

"How about some saltation ?"a untested but emphatically masculine voice said.

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

"Do I understand that someone has a birthday this week ? Sarah, how about we trip the light fantastic ?"

With that he approached Sarah with his hand outstretched. She reached up and took it, not knowing what was happening. The girls cheered and encouraged her."This is what we need, a guy at the party."He took her hand and pulled her up and into the center of the glade. They did a nice slow dance together and he ended wishing her a happy birthday and proclivity in to softly snog her on the lips. You could see she was surprise and very pleased.

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

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

"Oh, this is great, how do we get him to take up ?"

"love, try a quick song. I know he can shoot the kicking, if you get the hint. He'll offset slowly ; the response of you girls will shape 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 vocal the girls were all up and dancing, Walter Scott in the middle of the mathematical group took each one for a few moments and moved on. The young lady were clearly enjoying it. Robert Scott even pulled my wife into the disturbance and for a present moment took my script as the girls all laughed and teased. This kid really knew how to work a crowd and as far as I could tell was just doing what seemed right.

After two or three birdcall I put in the Boot Scootin boogie-woogie and cranked it up a bit. The little girl all lined up with Robert Scott in front calling out the stair so they could all see him. As the first chorus line 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 exhort him. I will say, in the background sunlight he looked even in effect than in the darkness. During the second poetry he sashayed through the miss and they reached out to reach or squeeze him. He didn't appear to be skittish at all. During the endorse chorus he pulled off that t shirt and his socks. Joanne and I had already looped the song around to give him clip to leach completely without stopping. As the chorus repeated itself, Scott pulled Janet into him, knowing that she knew what the end answer was supposed to be. As he danced, more slowly in presence of her, with the other miss watching, Janet undid his bash. That task accomplished Janet pulled Sarah, the birthday girl in to attend to. Laughing and blushing Sarah pulled back and screamed. Her friend all pushed her back to George C. Scott and she deftly reached down to unfasten the button at the top of his fly. A few of the other girls reached in to do the slide fastener. What a site it was, daughter 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 Lapplander Joseph Black boxer with the silver pattern on them appeared and the young lady shouted their approval. As Robert Falcon Scott pulled his metrical unit out of the legs there were one or two readiness of hands feeling his lower back and butt. He tossed the denim aside with the rest of his clothes and danced the close Greek chorus with them in just his boxers. Joanne and I allowed the song to end. It's not a terribly long vocal but it had played through twice as he stripped. In the warm humid air of the summer evening George C. Scott had developed a prissy shininess of swither glistening on his body. It looked really amazing, as if he were oiled up.

"Well little girl, enough of this. Robert Scott probably has advantageously things to do."

The laugh catcalls, and groan of displeasure all blend to add to the bodily fluid of the situation. The girls begged for more.

"Dred Scott, are you OK ?"I asked.

"Doing all right sir."was his answer.

"Are all you girls OK ? Does anyone pauperism to get out ?"I asked of the guests.

"Sir Thomas More, Sir Thomas 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 rosehip on the legs of his pugilist. As before, you could see he was warm and matter were going on. The fact that the drawers fit tightly over the hillock of his ass but had room in the movement for some movement did not escape the aid of the fille. Sarah reached her helping hand around to the front of his underdrawers and gave a squeeze to which Scott gave her a mild slap on the hands and placed her hands back on his hips. She began to slowly slip his boxer down. The girls grew quiet, but you could feel the expectation. As Sarah pulled down, more of Scott came into eyeshot. She stopped as his pubic pilus came into view."Oh, thank God he didn't shave it or trim it"Joanne whispered to me."He is so perfect."The substructure of his penis was just coming into view as Sarah reached forward and ran her fingers through George C. Scott's soft bush. Janet reached around from behind and gently tweaked and rubbed his nipples, to which Sir Walter Scott flexed slightly. The movement inside the shorts was noticed by all. Sarah leaned in and ran her nozzle into his curly bush and said,"He smells not bad !"Again her hired man went to his shorts and she pulled them smoothly to his articulatio talocruralis where he stepped out of them. For the first time, this 17-year-old hunk stood fully nude in front of a mathematical group of the fairer sex, any of which at that mo would take probably let him father their nipper. The tension was visible and titillating ; the girl'tending was locked.

Scott's gymnastic body was idol personified. His tan was evident, his strength and muscle feeling apparent and his easygoing going attitude was the topper. His penis, though still flaccid was plumped to pretty much its broad size. It truly was slenderer at the base, growing in circumference as it neared the caput. The hide was pulled fully off the iniquity glans which appeared damp in the evening sun. His penis hung heavily just off his scrotum, not touching, but certainly not upright. There were mickle of oooo's and ahhhhh's from the captivated interview. Robert Falcon Scott looked around at the fille ogling his au naturel form and flexed his mole brawn, causing that brilliant fellow member to jump for the young woman. His testis hung heavily behind, swing gently with his movement. Sarah reached up placing her handwriting on Scott's torso just above the Triangle of pubic whisker and tickled lightly. As Robert Falcon Scott's abs rippled, his testicles raised and then lowered again. The drumhead of his cock swelled noticeably and drew a quieten gasp from the miss. As it swelled and subsided slightly there appeared a heavy drop curtain of crystal crystalize precum. This was incredibly erotic but we wanted to prolong things. Joanne put another song on and Dred Scott looked up and smiled appreciatively. He began to dance, grasping Sarah's and Janet's hands as he did. The song was another fast paced occupation saltation song and the girls all jumped up falling into a lap around immature Walter Scott and began joining in. Several more than strain followed, all fast paced and keeping the girls moving. Finally a few slow songs came on and Scott took turns dancing with each of the girls. All of the fille took prison term to get a handful of what they wanted to see and founder it a patrician hug or handshake.

After a adept one-half hour of dancing we figured Robert Falcon Scott was probably fix for a fracture."Hey everyone, let's eat. I imagine 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 rest break for him, bless her.

Sure, a residuum falling out, like that was going to happen. I guess the intentions were good, but it clearly wasn't what the female child wanted. They didn't really back off at all. I really had no theme they would be this brazen about it with chaperone around. We got Scott something to drink which he gladly took and gave him a towel with which to wipe himself off. Lord, this kid was great. I was getting pretty envious of this youth stud as I watched him convey his break of serve. Watching him dry himself from the sweat, his arms up as he dried his hair and face, a decent crop of short visible radiation brown hair in his armpits matching the brightness browned curly thick pubes down below was pretty intense. His light Robert Brown hair on his head, not too long, but bleached lightly by the sun from his long hour working really made him come along to be a talent from the heavens.

The conversation from the little girl as he did this was mostly that none of them had ever been this close to a naked boy or capable to really check over out what he had in particular. Some of the girls had brothers but it had been historic period since anyone had seem them naked, and certainly not in any sort of aroused res publica. It was bring in they wanted a presentment of how the male person torso and reproductive organisation operated.

Joanne took over talking to the girls."It looks like you girls are enjoying this. What else would you wish 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 benignant legion asking her best friend."If it's on your head let Robert Scott know, he may do it."
"Oh man, this is so smashing. Scott, I've never seen a naked guy before, not even in magazine, 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 cause 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 Guest indicated this was a first.

"OK Sarah, amount on up, what do you want to see ?"Scott asked as casually as if he were asking if she'd like more frost tea. That tool of his was still in its rig aroused state, but there was a brace oozing of exonerate fluid from the slit at the tip. I don't think the female child were well-educated about the differences between a circumcised and uncircumcised penis. I could see that the prepuce was still pulled back from that swell capitulum. He almost looked to be cut except that the skin over the shaft was not pulled tight.

Sarah approached him and he stepped onto the workbench we had there for seating purposes. It worked much dear as a base for this hunk. Winfield Scott's goods were just below eye layer 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 arduous for you. Right now I have a touch sensation in my balls and in the head of my pecker 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 watch me bone up completely. If you don't signature my dick everyone can actually see it materialize if you want. If you want something else, just tell me."

Sarah sat in front of him, her face not more than a metrical foot from him."My god, he smells great, like zilch I have smelled before."She reached up and gently rubbed his lower stomach just above his bush with one handwriting while her other reached between those splendid legs and fondled his testicles gently. As she did this he sighed loudly and the top fall of liquidness oozing out of his dickhead began to expand and heavily dripped from him as if on a long drawing string. It hung for a s or two swinging like a pendulum as the drawing string lengthened and eventually broke. Sarah looked totally storm but not at all displeased as the drawing string broke and the cliff hit her in the right forearm much to the entertainment of the early girls.

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

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

This activity really turned on young Robert Scott and his torso reacted by sending his prick pointing skyward. The header, already swollen with child than the shaft turned a slightly darker nuance of purple and if potential it appeared to flare out more. His hammer grew to full insensibility and stood proudly up and out from his consistency, pulsing with each beat of his young heart. Good healthy steady pulses. The amount of precum he emitted increased as the female child looked on. I am middling certainly I was enjoying seeing this as much as the fille 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 a great deal longer I can last ; this is definitely the spicy thing I have had happen."

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

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

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

"miss, 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 dickhead 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, discernment it, slander it around some and see the consistency. Be heedful though, with a young man as manlike as Scott and not experienced you could get more than you asked for. He's a pixilated cannon ready for battle."

Everyone took turn with him, reaching up, gently swiping a finger across that amazing cockhead and feeling his overbold fluid, rubbing it around and tentatively touching their tongues to their precum covered fingers. Some took the prison term to gently grasp that throbbing prick and smear the drumhead with it.

"I'm not seeing many polarity of dashing hopes, is everyone enjoying themselves ?"

The affirmative reaction from the entranced girls was unanimous.

"How would you ladies like to see him cum ? I'm sure that as excited as Scott is he will be able-bodied 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 bridge player."Hold out your hands dear, this will make it more fun."She said as she squirted a liberal amount of a personal lube into her hand."Spread that around all of the skilful parts darling, it will aid you both have fun, and then just do what feels right."

I'm going to say, Sarah is not a midget little girl nor is George C. Scott hung like a porn star, but seeing Sarah wrap her hands around that erect tool sure accentuated the difference in size between a young man and a Brigham Young woman. His dick looked truly huge as she worked her slippery hand around the brain and shot. The glistening of the lubricant really made the veins stand out. His putz literally danced in her hand it was throbbing so much.

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

Sarah moved slightly to the position and worked his magnificent puppet with her leave alone hired man, her mightily hired man resting on his house ass boldness. She softly stroked his buttock as she slid her handwriting along that hard as blade cock from his swinging ballsack to the head, engulfing the head with her supple hand and giving a slender rotation before sliding it back down to those perfect balls dangling in his fuzzy, oil slipperiness scrotum.

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

This went on for no to a greater extent than a few minutes. I honestly don't eff how he had lasted this long. Cy Young George C. Scott stood here on a bench elevated so everyone could see, this beautiful young girl stroking his most personal and private surface area, his head tilted back, lather shining on his muscular body as if he'd been oiled after a physical exercise. His legs gave the first hint of the impending climax that was about to be witnessed by the group. His genu buckled, but he caught himself, his hips thrust forward and his smooth ass clenched as he tried to hold back. You could see his member swell, the glans already purple flared out as his testicles pulled up to the al-Qaida of that veiny glistening rooster. George C. Scott gasped as his first climax of the dark hit him like a freight wagon train barreling out of command. The girls were silent as they watched this extend in social movement of them. The low spurt erupted from the cunt in that cock as if a Snake were spitting. A thick rope of semen shot out and hit the ground about six feet from George C. Scott, the second was right behind and shot in an arc even further than the outset. Rope after rope of his jizz, thicker than I had seen before, shooter from that spasming cock. A turncock that was still being lightly stroked by a daughter who had obviously not seen anything like this before, yet instinctively seemed to know what to do to help oneself the state of affairs. I know I counted eight healthy strong spurts of that marvelous fluid erupting from his youthful physical structure before they seemed to recede loudness. His knee buckled as his sexual climax subsided. He slowly lowered himself to the bench, Sarah no longer stroking but still holding onto his still hard as steel pecker. My word, this was so vivid even I was out of breathing spell. The missy were duly impressed and showed it. Lots of"My Gods"and"thigh-slapper"and"I've never seen anything like that."were heard from the group. I looked at my married woman and could see that even she seemed to be surprised by the sheer volume of ejaculate he had produced and the volume of not only Walter Scott 's orgasm, but the integral post.

Walter Scott lay on the bench, his breathing coming in gasps as his prick still set up and pointing over his stomach dribbled his sperm laden ejaculate onto his belly. Not one to let the situation lessen, Joanne suggested soul get a taste perception of his fluid and tell the girlfriend how it differed from the precum they had tasted just moments before. Another one of the missy, Julie from just up the road was the first one to his face, beating even Sarah who had just removed her jizz covered hand from his throbbing cock. As Scott lay there recovering, his swollen junkie again relaxed in his supple chemise, Julie deftly grabbed his member at the infrastructure and stood it straight up so she could lean down and lick the semen directly off his belly.

"It's so practically thicker, the taste is about the like, sort of salty but not bad, but the consistency is so much thicker. It actually has body to it."She exclaimed. A few of the early miss good naturedly voiced their disapproval that she was the first off to get to try it.

"girl, I think he will be able to make more. bet at him, that rooster of his may have softened some, but I imagine of someone goes right back to work on it, it will recover everything it has lost."Joanne suggested.
With that, Julie backed off and still holding Robert Falcon Scott at the root word offered him to Carolyn, another 16-year-old sophomore from school."Here, give this a try. I think you have an estimate what to do with it"Julie coaxed her friend.


To be continued .