This is a news report about fun in the res publica.
My public figure is Scott and I really am an 18-year-old farm boy from Iowa. I have a lady friend I have been with for two years now and we are both virgins. We have done a lot of playing around without going all the way. That will get later.
This story is a fantasy of mine that my girl is aware of. She loves it and has a true fun and daring streak herself.
Initially this account was submitted under another figure and was three chapters. Here I have tried to correct some of the helplessness to take a leak it easier to read and have corrected some grammatic computer error. It truly amazes me how many meter I can scan this and not spot errors.
I do hold my school workload, plus my land and employment to keep me busy, so additions will get slowly. Please be affected role. I will try to have timber submissions when I can.
Your comment have been greatly treasure and I hope you will continue with constructive criticism. If you have a negative response, I would really like to hear what you do n't like. Please be constructive.
This is a fantasy of mine and I want it to draw on.





"Daddy, can I talk to you ?"It was my daughter, Janet who had just turned 16 and is the apple of my eye. She is a beauty, but I could be biased. She stands about 5'4"weighs an athletic 112 lbs., has gorgeous light brown hair and brownish oculus to match. Her hide is a deep tan from the early summer sun and her time spent outdoors swimming and gardening on our modest acreage.

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

"Daddy, you know that Sarah is turning 16 in two hebdomad. I'd really like to throw her a special political party. You and Mom threw such a slap-up party for me, and Sarah 's parents are part, I thought it would be trade good if we could do it for her. I've saved the money and can pay for all the food and potable if you'll ease up permission."

Sarah had become my daughters'best friend since we moved here last fountain just after school had let out for the summertime vacation. Janet had gone out for softball and met many great people and become libertine friends with the female child on the team. Sarah, standing at 5'3"and weighing just lupus erythematosus than 100 lbs. with beautifully rippled light Brown hair, blue eyes and the whitest teeth you had ever seen smiling at you was also a treat to the eyes of any Male who was not gay or dead.

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

"wellspring Dad, I want it to be really special. low off, I want a sleepover with 10 or 15 of us total. Mom said that was very well, it was my second gear idea she wasn't too sure about and said that I had to peach to you about."

"Well babe, your mom has a good promontory on her shoulders, there must be something to believe here. What is your minute request ?"

"pa, you know Sarah is an only child, no Brother or sister. I really want her to bear a special time being welcomed into muliebrity. sweet-scented 16 is a pretty big deal, I want her to recall it for a long time."

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

"well, I don't love how to ask, so I'll just ejaculate it out."“ Daddy, I want to hire a exotic dancer for her."“ Don't get worried, I already have one in mind."

"Oh Godhead, 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 trouble too."

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

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

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

She was right ; I knew right away of whom she was thinking. Scott is a great looking youthful man, 17, light brown to dark blond hair, lightly tanned skin, deep grey eyes and a smile that could kill. Standing at 5'10 ”, having a muscular but light source physique, and weighing about 155 lbs. with extensive shoulder and chest tapering down to a small-scale 28"waist, he was exactly what any budding teen age girlfriend would care to see. We had all seen him trip the light fantastic too and knew he had the moves. We had moved into a low town in south central Iowa. It was a very community oriented spot with lots of good family entertainment. Twice a calendar week in the summer clock time the townspeople council blocked off the street on the northerly side of the town square and had a street dance. Sometimes it was rock, sometimes commonwealth, one metre this summertime they even had some blues and dance palace dancing. He could do it all.

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

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

"Ask him ? dearest, I haven't even said you can do it. This is a pretty big deal. Where are you going to have this party ? right here in the house ? A Pres Young man strutting his poppycock rightfulness here in the living room ?"

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

"Geeze, beloved, I'm going to get to think about this. Give me clip to spill to your mother and sort this out in my head."

"Ok, but hurry pappa, her natal day 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 summer. My always popular daughter was trying very hard to put together a company that would be unsufferable to top. We were just getting settled in, just a convention family doing all the family thing. Church, extramarital activities, work and some good refreshment occupied our clock time on our 40-acre Falco subbuteo farm in the southern part of the most beautiful state in the body politic. I may be partial, but I was raised here. So far we had not been disappointed either. Our farm was surrounded by rolling Hill of openhanded crop land and forage. Our neighbors'large farm bordered the backwaters of a very large recreational lake the ground forces Corp of technologist had built about 40 years ago. To quote a rail line from one of our dearie movies"Is this Heaven ?"“ No, it's Iowa."We loved it.

Over the next pair of Day as I pondered what to do about this I watched the activity in the fields that bordered our mild acreage. The body politic was owned by the Curry's, George C. Scott's kin. It was a kept up piece of music of land that they were using as pasture this year. I had seen Scott throughout the day working on fencing, repairing Gates, mowing and things like that. As I watched this Danton True Young man work I could certainly understand why the lady friend swooned over him. He usually wore some wear off blue dungaree, belted to his narrow pelvic girdle, piece of work boots, and as the day progressed, no shirt, giving the mankind a fortune to see that golden cutis riffle and flex as the firm muscles below worked. I admit I kind of wanted to see him with the young woman too.

I had absolutely no approximation how to bring this up to Robert Scott's parents without making us sound like lusus naturae. One good afternoon, I saw his father, Dan, out checking on the progress Scott had made in the field. legal philosophy prescribing who is responsible for what when dealing with neighbor and fences are pretty confusing to non-farmer types like us, so I decided to go out and inflict with him to see what I could learn. While we were talking Robert Falcon Scott came up and acknowledged me with a well-disposed smile and"Hello Mr. Walker."He then caught his father up on the progress he had made, the work left to be done and his plan for completing it. He finished with,"I think I'll go fishing now."to which Dan replied"Have fun."With that Winfield Scott walked back to their old farm truck, opened the door and pulled out a trite pair of cutoff shorts. As he was with the hand truck door open and the positioning of the motortruck he was shielded from prospect from our house, the route, and anyone in the pasture but his father and me. He just stripped out of his work clothes with his back to us and pulled on the cutoff shorts. For a second he was in his full au naturel resplendency, visible only from behind, but let me say, what a aspect. When he finished with the trunks he pulled on some old snitcher, reached into the spinal column of the motortruck for a small tackle box and a cane magnetic pole. He looked our way, gave us a wave and was off about a one-fourth mile through the pasture to the river.

"Wow, he certainly isn't shy, is he ?"I said to Dan, who had not really ascertain 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 kind of wish well Janet was more like that. Growing up in the city never really gave her a chance to get that."

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

"little girl will be girls"was all he said."They really aren't any unlike from son that age."

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

"I don't think I'd advertise it, but yes, I think a lot of the parents would approve and if there are any that don't, they will just not let their daughter go. I don't think anyone would cause any problems for you knowing that everyone who was demo had the backup of their parents."

"fountainhead Dan, it gets worsened than that."I told him,"They have a new man in idea to play the stripper ?"“ You may interchange your psyche 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 idea of Robert Falcon 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 Emily Post, fastening the wire tightly."No, not really, Scotty's always been pretty pop with the girls, 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 serious about ?"

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

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

We talked for a while longer about urban center life vs. land life, how the kids are different in many agency but alike in others, and just life in universal. It was a great evening visiting and I guess we lost path of meter. The theme 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 Scott with a stringer with 8 or 9 nice bluegill on it."I had a pretty in force Night. Looks like supper tomorrow night."he said. We both allowed as it did indeed feeling like a practiced nights fishing.

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

"What's up Mr. walker ?"
"Robert Falcon Scott, I have something to ask you and I have no theme how to go about it. You may get mad, you may be embarrassed, you may need to leave, I don't know, and I don't want to miss you as a booster. You and your family have been dependable to us since we got here."

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

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

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

"fountainhead Walter Scott, this is the toilsome part. Janet wants the party to be special, and the only affair she can believe of is to get someone to strip for the girls. That will be a political party to remember and something special for Sarah."

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

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

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

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

"Wow, stripping, for neighbor miss. I never thought about that. How many little girl ? What all do they want ? Do they want me to go to a thong ? Wow, it's a lot to think about."

"Dred Scott, I know what they want. I'm going to admit, 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 arrest nude person for percentage of that. Scott, Janet has saved and is willing to pay."

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

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

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

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

With that he nodded, turned his spinal column on me and approached his truck. Even in those cutoffs I could see this kid had things going on. He put his fish, pole, and tackle in the back, climbed in the stern and started the truck."I have to get these Pisces the Fishes 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 reaction had been anything but shock or repugnance, in fact, he sounded as if he had a confirming attitude 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 moron ?

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

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

At 10:00 my cadre earphone rang."Hello ?"

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

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

mavin was our horse, half quartern horse and one-half hackney crib. A beautiful animal, compact for a Equus caballus but much too big to be a pony, very gentle and will to do anything asked of her.

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

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

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

"George C. Scott, I think if this is going to find, 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 political party going to be here or are you having it someplace else ?"

"We are thinking here, down at the pool. It's pretty secluded, but undecided enough for some beneficial games. There is a piazza for a bonfire for cooking and sitting around afterwards. Plus, we can bring the motortruck down for the music and not bother anyone. I don't think we want to be too loud or bother any neighbors. Are you surely 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 sort of flattering. I have no estimation if I can really loot or not. I mean, I don't have any visualize tear away apparel or g chain or anything. We are just average people."

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

"Wow, Mr.Wal…..Joe that sounds like it could work out. So, I'll just strip out of these ?"He was wearing exactly what I thought he should be. He had on a long arm denim workplace shirt, sudor stained in the decent places and open about halfway down his chest exposing a white t-shirt, faded and careworn blue jeans that hung loosely on his slender hips with the belt ammunition holding them up and his work boots.

"Looks perfect Sir Walter Scott, what kind of underclothes do you usually wear ?"

"I usually wear boxers, red or black-market. 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 suppose you will need that ? Maybe we should see your motion and adjudicate if you need something else under them."What I was really hoping for was a chance to see this stud perform and to see the chemical reaction of a female person observation him. I had never considered anything like this before and couldn't believe how easily it was coming together and the attitude of everyone involved.

"fountainhead Joe, I can give it a try."With that he pulled out his I-pad and started it playing a state song with a expert pulsation. It was flush Scootin Boogey by Van Wyck Brooks & Dun. I guess I wouldn't have thought of that as a birdsong for stripping, but watching him travel sure made a worshiper of me. Scott shuffled around during the initiatory verse just dancing as young people do. His sensation of round 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 kicking simultaneously. He was left in his jeans and a really good looking tight fitting sleeveless t shirt and of track his cap advertising a prominent brand of seed corn. Not bad at all. As he spun around you could see how his cover and shoulder joint musculus were accentuated by the cut and slopped fit of that shirt. His pecs and nipples captivated your attending in the front enough that you barely noticed the lower portion hugging those well-formed abs. As I said earlier, Scott was a thin kid, but he was well muscled. His tooshie nicely filled his dungaree as did the software program in figurehead. The irregular poetry began and he again danced around. He stuck out his manus and pulled Joanne up to dance as well, as he would one of the client."A little audience involution would be fun."He said. I really hadn't cerebration of this. He spun her back to the English and during the verse he worked on unfastening his rap and gasp. Just as the verse line ended he whipped off that shirt and let it fly to her and she caught it handily, blushing and laughing the integral meter. The refrain began and he whipped off his socks as those loose denim tried to work their way over that splendid ass. I have no estimation how anyone can see good removing socks, but he somehow made it a animal experience. By the clock time the chorus was over the foremost time his pants were around his articulatio talocruralis and he worked to get them over his human foot. I can't severalize you how outstanding he looked bending over and pulling his feet through the peg. He was wearing bagger, just as he had said. Nice smutty boxers with some white or silverish pattern on them, tight in the right berth but loose enough that you could see he was warm, unlax and swinging where it was sure to be appreciated. The Song dynasty was over and Scott stood there in the Moon on that warmly evening with the slight sheen of fret on that athletic body. His golden hair looked almost silver in the moonlight and shine from his white teeth told you who big his smiling was.

"wellspring, do you think the movement are OK, Joe ?"

"You're kidding, good George C. Scott ? That looked fantastic. I'm surely everyone will enjoy that. How did you know you could unclothe to that ?"

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

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

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

With that he began the Song at the stopping point chorus and gracefully slip his hands into the sides of those boxers, working them over his hips. All I can say now is WOW, what a passel. As the underwear cleared his package he shook them down his legs and jumped out of them, leaving them in the grass at his feet. Again, he did the boogie as the Sung dynasty finished, leaving nothing to the resource, yet moving enough that you couldn't get a really good flavour at the goods.

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

Scott, this 5'10"country boy weighing 150-155 lbs. of sinew stood totally nude not 10 substructure from us in the bright moonshine. My Lord, he was wonderful. We had watched this young man piece of work shirtless many times, but to see him like this, inviting inspection. His height, his system of weights, his neck size and extensive berm to the V of his collarbone, his proportion were flawless. His torso from that clavicle to his broad breast with the well-formed pectoral with the dime sized mamilla on them, to the chiseled and formed abs and continuing to that narrow shank left you wondering if anyone could be to a greater extent gross. Continuing down from his waistline to the mighty brawny second joint, past his bulging calf to a pair of perfectly shaped pes and toes was to see something kin to Michelangelo's David. As you may birth guessed, the best office was hanging between his legs. skilful Lord, how could the kid pack this away from view ? Nestled in a nest of curly weak brown pubic pilus his penis hung heavily over a sack that was well slow down and warm and should get been swinging had it not been for its voluminousness. That tool, untrimmed ! Yes, full-length, slightly diluent where it exited his consistence and growing in girth as it rested over that scrotum that appeared to have two walnut tree inside. The foreskin nicely covered the pass of that magnificent dick without grotesquely hanging off the tip. He stood there nude for our criticism. Joanne slowly approached him, reaching out. His branch spread slightly as she reached out and down, encircling that antic genitalia, her fingerbreadth slipping behind the hammock, her thumb over the top where his son of a bitch emerged for that wonderful bush. She felt his warmth, the heft of those testicles, that penis growing in both length and cinch.

"Wow Scott, I never imagined you would search like this. Do you imagine you would reserve the girls to touch ?"she asked him.

"Really, touch ? Do you conceive they would want to ? I would intend they might be too shy in strawman of their supporter, or laughing too hard to require to really do much."

This was unconvincing, a 17 year old neighbor boy we had known for about 6 weeks and who had been nada but friendly to us was standing in our belittled lea at our pond totally nude while my wife held and fondled his genitals as if it were completely rude talking with us about letting our 16 year old daughter and her friend play with him.

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

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

Scott smiled and for the get-go clip blushed. Surprise, surprise, the kid does take in 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 ease here Scott, how about we toss a baseball around a bit to see if you are OK with it ?"With that she tossed us both a glove as she picked up a glove and ballock for herself. Here we are, later evening on a beautiful night playing stop with a neighbors nude 17 yr old son as if it were done everywhere all the time. We played and talked for about 15 minutes until we saw headlight extract into our private road. We knew that would be Janet coming home."Scott, let's finish this up, we don't want Janet to do down and see you, we'd much rather save it for the party."

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

"I can take tutelage of that Mrs. Walker."he said."No need for you to do that, it might be more fun if they can just watch out it."With that he stepped back, casually wiped his hair and boldness and that beautiful prick began to lengthen and swell. The girth of it was what amazed me. It began by just growing in length, the head pushing out of that beautiful prepuce. As it popped out, the size of it caught both our eyes. The skin pushed past the corona exposing the swollen head in its integrality. What a view. It continued to lengthen and also began to turn out off that nut release, allowing a much better view. Very few pilus, it was still soft and lissom, appearing to curb a duet of walnut, fairly bombastic, definitely house. As it swelled to its full aureole, it pointed up at about a 45-degree angle, neither to the left nor to the right. The knob absolutely looked like a mushroom-shaped cloud on the end. The tool was perfect for its intend job. His nuts hung heavily below, still swinging in the warm air.

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

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

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

With that Joanne and I headed to the business firm, hand in paw. I think this is going to be a good dark for us. The Day leading up to the party went quickly after that. Joanne and I had decided not to tell Janet that Robert Falcon Scott was going to come to the party. We thought that the disappointment and having her be surprised with the rest of the girlfriend 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 early parents of the guests and let them know what the plan was. It went about like Dan had said it would. Almost all of the parents thought it sounded like a fun sentence and that fille that age were set to see something like this. Only one family was not in favor and just told us they would not let their girl attend, but that they would have no trouble. How everyone raised their small fry was their business concern. In the end, they came over to see us the Night before the party and asked if it would be OK if they did let their daughter to hail after all, or had they waited too long."No job at all."We said.

Janet had been a little mad at me, but being a sensible young woman understood my position. She decided to progress to the just of it and planned a really nice company. Good food, for guys you can do hot wienerwurst and burgers, chips, or just pizza and something to booze and call it adept. I guess it doesn't go that way with girls. Homemade lasagne, salads, ice cream and cake all served down at the pond. They were thinking about doing a little fishing ( land young woman ) but knowing that there was going to be a boy down there with delicate parts swinging around I nixed the idea of having hooks or anything sharp there.

You're welcome Scott, lol.

We had the nutrient all down there and by former afternoon the girls 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 efficient. They had a great good afternoon swimming and doing whatever else girls do. As the sun begin to pretermit, the food for thought came out and they ate. Girls don't eat like boys 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 recreate some games. We have softball, volleyball, and croquet, what will it be. The entryway could not sustain been substantially timed.

"How about some saltation ?"a Whitney Young but definitely masculine voice said.

All the girls spun around to see Robert Falcon 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 Same time."YOU DID IT !"she mouthed to me.

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

With that he approached Sarah with his handwriting outstretched. She reached up and took it, not knowing what was happening. The 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 eye of the clearing. They did a skillful slow dance together and he ended wishing her a happy birthday and tendency 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 rationality I think he is ?"she asked.

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

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

"dearest, try a fast Sung. I know he can dart the the boot, if you get the tinge. He'll start slowly ; the response of you girls will determine how the night goes. Why don't you girls all saltation with him and get loosened up before we put in the Boogie."

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

After two or three song I put in the Boot Scootin boogie-woogie and cranked it up a bit. The girls all lined up with Scott in strawman calling out the steps so they could all see him. As the first Greek chorus began, just as he did during our inspection, he kicked off his kicking and pulled off his shirt. The girls, still not knowing how far this was going to go urge on him. I will say, in the mise en scene sunlight he looked even better than in the darkness. During the second verse he sashayed through the girls and they reached out to touch or squeeze him. He didn't appear to be unquiet at all. During the second chorus line he pulled off that t shirt and his drogue. Joanne and I had already looped the song around to move over him time to strip completely without stopping. As the Greek chorus repeated itself, Dred Scott pulled Janet into him, knowing that she knew what the end event was supposed to be. As he danced, more slowly in movement of her, with the early young woman watching, Janet undid his belt. That task accomplished Janet pulled Sarah, the birthday young lady in to help. Laughing and blushing Sarah pulled back and screamed. Her ally all pushed her back to Scott and she deftly reached down to unfasten the release at the top of his fly. A few of the other girls reached in to do the zipper. What a site it was, girls laughing and carrying on with a smiling young man dancing in movement of them. He backed away and danced as his pants slid down those peg. Those Sami disgraceful shorts with the flatware blueprint on them appeared and the girls shouted their approval. As Scott pulled his feet out of the legs there were one or two sets of bridge player feeling his lower back and coffin nail. He tossed the jeans aside with the respite of his clothes and danced the concluding chorus with them in just his boxers. Joanne and I allowed the song to end. It's not a terribly long song but it had played through twice as he stripped. In the warm humid air of the summer evening Dred Scott had developed a nice sheen of sweat glistening on his body. It looked really amazing, as if he were oiled up.

"wellspring girls, enough of this. Scott probably has sound things to do."

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

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

"Doing fine sir."was his answer.

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

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

Joanne hit the play push button and the music began again. Scott reached to Sarah, took her mitt and placed them just below his hip joint on the legs of his packer. As before, you could see he was warm and things were going on. The fact that the shorts fit tightly over the cumulation of his ass but had room in the front for some movement did not bunk the attention of the girls. Sarah reached her workforce around to the front of his shorts and gave a squeeze to which Walter Scott gave her a mild slap on the custody and placed her deal back on his hip joint. She began to slowly skid his pugilist down. The girls grew quiet, but you could sense the anticipation. As Sarah pulled down, more of Scott came into persuasion. She stopped as his pubic hair came into eyeshot."Oh, thank God he didn't trim it or plane it"Joanne whispered to me."He is so perfect."The base of his member was just coming into sentiment as Sarah reached forward and ran her digit through George C. Scott's flabby bush. Janet reached around from stern and gently tweaked and rubbed his mamilla, to which Robert Falcon Scott flexed slightly. The movement inside the short circuit was noticed by all. Sarah leaned in and ran her nose into his curly Bush and said,"He smells groovy !"Again her hands went to his short pants and she pulled them smoothly to his ankles where he stepped out of them. For the maiden time, this 17-year-old lump stood fully nude sculpture in front of a radical of the fairer sex, any of which at that minute would have probably let him get their child. The tension was visible and erotic ; the girls'attention was locked.

Scott's athletic consistency was perfection personified. His tan was evident, his strength and muscle tone apparent and his easy going attitude was the best. His penis, though still flaccid was plumped to pretty much its full size. It truly was slenderer at the base, growing in circumference as it neared the head. The peel was pulled fully off the dark glans which appeared damp in the evening sun. His penis hung heavily just off his scrotum, not touching, but certainly not tumid. There were plenty of oooo's and ahhhhh's from the bewitch audience. Dred Scott looked around at the girls ogling his au naturel chassis and flexed his groin muscles, causing that brilliant appendage to jump for the girls. His testicles hung heavily behind, swing gently with his crusade. Sarah reached up placing her hand on Scott's torso just above the triangle of pubic fuzz and tickled lightly. As Robert Falcon Scott's abs rippled, his testicles raised and then lowered again. The straits of his turncock swelled noticeably and drew a muted gasp from the young woman. As it swelled and subsided slightly there appeared a large dip of crystal elucidate precum. This was incredibly erotic but we wanted to prolong things. Joanne put another song on and Scott looked up and smiled appreciatively. He began to trip the light fantastic, grasping Sarah's and Janet's hands as he did. The song was another fast paced line dancing Song and the young woman all jumped up falling into a band around young Scott and began joining in. Several more songs followed, all fast paced and keeping the girls moving. Finally a few wearisome songs came on and Winfield Scott took turns dancing with each of the fille. All of the girls took time to get a handful of what they wanted to see and kick in it a easy squeeze or shake.

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

Sure, a respite jailbreak, like that was going to pass off. I guess the intention were proficient, but it clearly wasn't what the girl wanted. They didn't really back off at all. I really had no idea they would be this brazen about it with chaperon around. We got George C. Scott something to booze which he gladly took and gave him a towel with which to wipe himself off. Lord, this kid was corking. I was getting pretty envious of this young stud as I watched him adopt his break. Watching him dry himself from the sweat, his arms up as he dried his hair and face, a overnice crop of short lighter brown tomentum in his armpits matching the luminousness brown curly midst pubes down below was pretty intense. His light brown hair on his read/write head, not too long, but bleached lightly by the sun from his hanker time of day working really made him come out 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 close to a naked boy or able to really check out what he had in point. Some of the girls had brothers but it had been ages since anyone had seem them naked, and certainly not in any sort of turned on land. It was sort out they wanted a presentment of how the male person body and reproductive system operated.

Joanne took over talking to the lady friend."It looks like you girlfriend are enjoying this. What else would you like to do, more dance, biz, or something else ? Robert Falcon Scott is only with us for awhile this evening.

Sarah, it's your party, what do you believe ?"it was Janet being the gracious host asking her practiced friend."If it's on your mind let Scott cognise, he may do it."
"Oh man, this is so great. Scott, I've never seen a bare guy before, not even in magazines, just drawings. Could I get a snug look ?"

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

From the chemical 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 commencement.

"OK Sarah, come on up, what do you want to see ?"George C. Scott asked as casually as if he were asking if she'd like more iced tea. That cock of his was still in its articulated lorry aroused state, but there was a calm oozing of clear fluid from the slit at the tip. I don't think the girl were versed about the remainder 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 pelt over the jibe was not pulled tight.

Sarah approached him and he stepped onto the terrace we had there for seating intent. It worked much better as a pedestal for this hunk. Scott's good were just below eye tier for Sarah and she took a safe look.

"It's not voiceless is it ?"

"No,"Scott answered easily,"but it wouldn't take much for it to get totally strong for you. Right now I have a feeling in my orb and in the headspring of my dent 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 bear on my dick everyone can actually see it fall out if you want. If you want something else, just tell me."

Sarah sat in front of him, her face not more than a metrical unit from him."My god, he smells enceinte, like cypher I have smelled before."She reached up and gently rubbed his lower berth stomach just above his Dubya with one hand while her other reached between those glorious legs and fondled his egg gently. As she did this he sighed loudly and the authorize drop of liquid oozing out of his mother fucker began to flourish and heavily dripped from him as if on a long string. It hung for a back or two swinging like a pendulum as the strand lengthened and eventually broke. Sarah looked totally surprised but not at all displeased as the train broke and the dip hit her in the right forearm much to the amusement of the former young lady.

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

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

This action really turned on young Scott and his trunk reacted by sending his prick pointing skyward. The head, already swollen larger than the beam turned a slightly darker shade of purple and if possible it appeared to burst out out more. His cock grew to wide-cut rigor and stood proudly up and out from his organic structure, pulsing with each beat of his young heart. Good salubrious steadfast pulses. The amount of precum he emitted increased as the girl looked on. I am jolly sure I was enjoying seeing this as practically as the girls were.

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

"Actually no, I'm a Virgin too."was the reply."I don't have sex how often longer I can concluding ; this is definitely the hot thing I have had happen."

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

Laughing he answered,"Not a hazard. I don't get it on how many time I can go with you all here, but I know I am good for awhile."

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

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

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

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

The affirmative answer from the capture 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 display you will enjoy."

Again, the answer was obvious.

"Sarah, we'll let you have the laurels again."Joanne said as she moved in to Sarah with a bottleful in her hand."Hold out your men dear, this will stimulate it more fun."She said as she squirted a big measure of a personal lubricant into her helping hand."Spread that around all of the skillful part darling, it will aid you both have fun, and then just do what find right."

I'm going to say, Sarah is not a tiny girl nor is Scott hung like a pornography whizz, but seeing Sarah wrap her hands around that erect tool sure accentuated the difference in size between a young man and a immature cleaning woman. His shaft looked truly Brobdingnagian as she worked her slippery hand around the head and shaft of light. The glistening of the lube really made the veins stand out. His cock literally danced in her hand it was throbbing so much.

"Oh noble, I don't think I'm going to survive too long."Robert Falcon Scott moaned, his top dog tilted back, his center barely open, his voice throaty and hoarse."You might not require to be right in front of me."He warned.

Sarah moved slightly to the side and worked his magnificent instrument with her left hand, her flop hand resting on his house ass impertinence. She softly stroked his cheek as she slid her hand along that laborious as sword cock from his swinging ballsack to the oral sex, engulfing the head with her lissome hand and giving a slight rotation before sliding it back down to those perfective balls dangling in his fuzzy, oil slick scrotum.

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

This went on for no more than than a few minutes. I honestly don't know how he had lasted this long. Whitney Young Scott stood here on a bench elevated so everyone could see, this beautiful young girl stroking his most personal and individual domain, his heading tilted back, sweat shining on his hefty body as if he'd been oiled after a exercise. His legs gave the first hint of the impending orgasm that was about to be witnessed by the group. His knees buckled, but he caught himself, his hips thrust forward and his smooth ass clenched as he tried to hold back. You could see his penis clotheshorse, the glans already purple flared out as his testicles pulled up to the base of that veiny glistening cock. Scott gasped as his offset orgasm of the night hit him like a freightage train barreling out of control. The female child were silent as they watched this unfold in front of them. The first spurt erupted from the prick in that stopcock as if a snake were spitting. A thick rope of seminal fluid shot out and hit the terra firma about six feet from Scott, the sec was right behind and shot in an arc even further than the world-class. Rope after rope of his jizz, thicker than I had seen before, gibe from that spasming putz. A cock that was still being lightly stroked by a lady friend who had obviously not seen anything like this before, yet instinctively seemed to have it off what to do to help the situation. I know I counted eight healthy potent jet of that wondrous fluid erupting from his youthful eubstance before they seemed to lose intensity. His knees buckled as his climax subsided. He slowly lowered himself to the judiciary, Sarah no longer stroking but still holding onto his still hard as steel shaft. My word, this was so intense even I was out of breather. The young lady were duly print and showed it. mint of"My Gods"and"Wows"and"I've never seen anything like that."were heard from the radical. I looked at my wife and could see that even she seemed to be surprised by the sheer volume of seed he had produced and the intensity of not only Robert Falcon Scott 's orgasm, but the entire situation.

Scott lay on the bench, his breathing coming in pant as his motherfucker still erect and pointing over his abdomen dribbled his sperm ladened seed onto his belly. Not one to let the office lessen, Joanne suggested someone get a mouthful of his fluid and recite the girls how it differed from the precum they had tasted just present moment before. Another one of the girls, Julie from just up the road was the first one to his incline, beating even Sarah who had just removed her jizz covered mitt from his throbbing cock. As Scott lay there recovering, his swollen Nut again relaxed in his supple sack, Julie deftly grabbed his penis at the Base and stood it straight up so she could lean down and drub the semen directly off his belly.

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

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


To be continued .