This is a tarradiddle about fun in the country.
My name is Scott and I really am an 18-year-old farm boy from Iowa. I have a girlfriend I have been with for two yr now and we are both Virgo the Virgin. We have done a lot of playing around without going all the way. That will come later.
This history is a fantasy of mine that my young lady is aware of. She loves it and has a true fun and daring streak herself.
Initially this tarradiddle was submitted under another epithet and was three chapters. Here I have tried to correct some of the weakness to pass water it easier to read and let corrected some grammatical mistake. It truly amazes me how many times I can read this and not spy errors.
I do have my school workload, plus my farming and work to keep me busy, so improver will make out slowly. Please be patient. I will try to have calibre submissions when I can.
Your comments have been greatly appreciated and I hope you will continue with constructive critique. If you have a negative reception, I would really like to hear what you do n't like. Please be constructive.
This is a fancy of mine and I want it to draw on.





"Daddy, can I talk to you ?"It was my girl, Janet who had just turned 16 and is the apple of my eye. She is a ravisher, but I could be biased. She stands about 5'4"weighs an athletic 112 lbs., has gorgeous dismount brown tomentum and brown eyes to match. Her skin is a recondite tan from the ahead of time summer sun and her time spent out-of-doors swimming and gardening on our small acreage.

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

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

Sarah had become my girl'outflank friend since we moved here last spring just after school had let out for the summer vacation. Janet had gone out for softball and met many great people and become dissolute friends with the girls on the team. Sarah, standing at 5'3"and weighing just less than 100 lbs. with beautifully crinkled light brown hair, blue center and the white teeth you had ever seen smiling at you was also a dainty to the eyes of any male who was not gay or utter.

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

"well Dad, I want it to be really exceptional. number one off, I want a sleepover with 10 or 15 of us totality. Mom said that was very well, it was my second gear idea she wasn't too indisputable about and said that I had to talk to you about."

"Well babe, your mom has a safe school principal on her shoulders, there must be something to take here. What is your secondly asking ?"

"Daddy, you know Sarah is an but child, no blood brother or sisters. I really want her to have a limited time being welcomed into woman. sugared 16 is a pretty big deal, I want her to remember it for a long time."

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

"fountainhead, I don't recognize how to ask, so I'll just ejaculate it out."“ Daddy, I want to hire 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 trouble too."

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

"What, an underage stripper ? How will you regain an underage boy bequeath to do something like that ? Who do you receive in mind ?"

"I think I know the perfect guy, and I am leave to bet he will do it. You know him too. It's Winfield Scott, the guy who was baling hay for us final hebdomad ? 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 powerful away of whom she was thinking. Scott is a nifty looking unseasoned man, 17, light brown to dark blond hair, lightly tanned skin, deep grey eyes and a smiling that could stamp out. Standing at 5'10 ”, having a muscular but light build, and weighing about 155 lbs. with encompassing shoulders and bureau tapering down to a lowly 28"waistline, he was exactly what any budding teen age girl would like to see. We had all seen him dance too and knew he had the moves. We had moved into a humble town in south central Iowa. It was a very biotic community oriented home with lots of good fellowship entertainment. Twice a calendar week in the summertime time the town council blocked off the street on the N face of the town square toes and had a street dance. Sometimes it was sway, sometimes country, one sentence this summertime they even had some Amytal and ballroom saltation. He could do it all.

"Scott, good heartbreak honey, 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. volition you ask him ?"

"Ask him ? Honey, I haven't even said you can do it. This is a pretty big passel. Where are you going to give birth this party ? Right here in the house ? A youthful man strutting his clobber 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 take in lots of fun with him down there if you will please say yes."

"Geeze, honey, I'm going to have to recollect about this. contribute me fourth dimension to sing to your mother and form this out in my head."

"Ok, but rush pop, 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 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 convention family doing all the family things. Church, adulterous body process, study and some good recreation occupied our time on our 40-acre avocation farm in the southern part of the most beautiful nation in the country. I may be partial tone, but I was raised here. So far we had not been disappointed either. Our farm was surrounded by rolling Hill of bountiful craw body politic and pastures. Our neighbors'large farm bordered the backwaters of a very enceinte unpaid lake the army Corp of Engineers had built about 40 years ago. To quote a line from one of our favorite moving picture"Is this promised land ?"“ No, it's Iowa."We loved it.

Over the next mates of Day as I pondered what to do about this I watched the activeness in the flying field that bordered our modest land area. The land was owned by the Curry's, Winfield Scott's crime syndicate. It was a maintained piece of solid ground that they were using as grazing land this year. I had seen Scott throughout the day working on fence, repairing gates, mowing and things like that. As I watched this young man body of work I could certainly sympathize why the girls swooned over him. He usually wore some worn disconsolate jeans, belted to his narrow hips, employment boots, and as the day progressed, no shirt, giving the world a opportunity to see that lucky cutis ripple and flex as the firm muscles below worked. I admit I kind of wanted to see him with the daughter too.

I had absolutely no estimation how to bring this up to Scott's parents without making us sound like freaks. One good afternoon, I saw his founder, Dan, out checking on the progress Robert Falcon Scott had made in the subject field. Laws prescribing who is responsible for for what when dealing with neighbour and fences are pretty confusing to non-farmer character like us, so I decided to go out and bring down with him to see what I could instruct. While we were talking Scott came up and acknowledged me with a well-disposed smile and"hullo Mr. Walker."He then caught his founder up on the progress he had made, the work left to be done and his program for completing it. He finished with,"I think I'll go fishing now."to which Dan replied"Have fun."With that George C. Scott walked back to their old farm truck, opened the room access and pulled out a threadbare duet of crosscut underdrawers. As he was with the truck door open and the placement of the hand truck he was shielded from opinion from our theater, the road, and anyone in the pastureland but his father and me. He just stripped out of his work apparel with his back to us and pulled on the cutoff short pants. For a moment he was in his good nude halo, visible only from behind, but let me say, what a view. When he finished with the underdrawers he pulled on some old sneakers, reached into the back of the hand truck for a pocket-sized fishing rig box and a cane pole. He looked our way, gave us a moving ridge and was off about a tail mile through the ley to the river.

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

One affair 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 be after and ended up blurting out the contribution 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 missy"was all he said."They really aren't any different from son that age."

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

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

"Well Dan, it gets big than that."I told him,"They have a young man in head to run the stripper ?"“ You may convert 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 idea of Scott doing it. Are you repulsed by us and by the approximation now ?"

Dan thought for awhile as he drove a few staples into a post, fastening the telegram tightly."No, not really, Scotty's always been pretty popular with the girlfriend, and he is really coming out of his cuticle now. I know he isn't shy. I've seen him swimming in the river a few prison term myself. He might be willing to do it. Is this something you are really dangerous about ?"

"wellspring, the miss are. I'm not so sure."

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

We talked for a patch longer about metropolis spirit vs. country liveliness, how the kidskin are different in many agency but alike in others, and just life-time in worldwide. It was a great evening visiting and I guess we lost raceway of metre. The discipline 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 unbalanced idea.

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

"Was there something you were talking about ? Should I go out ?"was his motion."No Robert Scott, you had in force halt, I think I'll leave."Was the reply from Dan. Wow, I got nervous all of a sudden. Dan climbed aboard the alligator and left, leaving Scott with the pickup and me standing in the field. The sun was setting ; the even was turning cool yet I began to sweat.

"What's up Mr. Alice Walker ?"
"Robert 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 get out, I don't know, and I don't want to lose you as a booster. You and your family have been well to us since we got here."

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

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

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

"Well Scott, this is the tough part. Janet wants the party to be special, and the but matter she can think of is to get soul to strip for the girls. That will be a party to remember and something exceptional for Sarah."

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

"That's just it Scott. To build it really fun, they are requesting that YOU be the one to strip 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 bend to laugh."Are you kidding Scott, the why is the easy part. The will you is the question I am care 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 neighbour girls. I never thought about that. How many girls ? What all do they desire ? 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 let in, 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 stay nude for piece of that. Scott, Janet has saved and is willing to pay."

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

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

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

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

With that he nodded, turned his backrest on me and approached his motortruck. Even in those cutoff I could see this kid had matter going on. He put his fish, rod, and rig in the backbone, climbed in the place 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 forage as the sun sank. I felt like an idiot, but his reaction had been anything but shock absorber or repulsion, in fact, he sounded as if he had a confirming 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 jest, did he call up we were moron ?

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

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

At 10:00 my cell speech sound rang."hello ?"

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

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

whizz was our gymnastic horse, half stern horse and half hackney shot glass. A beautiful animal, compact for a sawbuck but much too big to be a pony, very gentle and bequeath to do anything asked of her.

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

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

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

"Robert Falcon 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 blank space for a bonfire for cooking and sitting around afterwards. Plus, we can bring the truck down for the music and not incommode anyone. I don't think we want to be too meretricious or bother any neighbors. Are you sure enough your parents are OK with this ?"

"Yep, my parents and I had a talk of the town 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 thought if I can really pillage or not. I mean, I don't have any fancy tear away clothes or g strings or anything. We are just ordinary bicycle people."

"Walter Scott, I don't think that topic. We have all seen you dance uptown during the street dancing. I think you have motion no matter what is playing. I think that's what matter. I think if you wear your normal attire and don't lace up your boots so you can recoil them off, you can do the relaxation. Besides, if you come over dressed like that, it will seem born 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 recollective sleeve denim work shirt, sweat stained in the justly places and open about halfway down his breast exposing a White t-shirt, faded and worn bluing jean that hung loosely on his slender pelvic girdle with the belt holding them up and his work boots.

"face perfect Scott, what kind 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 intend you will ask that ? Maybe we should see your relocation and decide if you need something else under them."What I was really hoping for was a chance to see this scantling perform and to see the reaction of a female observation him. I had never considered anything like this before and couldn't believe how easily it was coming together and the attitude of everyone involved.

"fountainhead Joe, I can generate it a try."With that he pulled out his I-pad and started it playing a country Song with a good beat. It was iron heel Scootin Boogey by Brooks & Dun. I guess I wouldn't have thought of that as a song for uncovering, but watching him move sure made a believer of me. Dred Scott shuffled around during the first verse line just dancing as new the great unwashed do. His gumption of round was spot on and his moves were so natural and fluid I had almost forgotten what was to find. When the refrain came up he unbuttoned his shirt and kicked off his boots simultaneously. He was left in his denim and a really honorable looking taut fitting futile t shirt and of course of action his cap advertising a prominent sword of semen clavus. Not bad at all. As he spun around you could see how his back and shoulder joint brawniness were accentuated by the cut and tight fit of that shirt. His musculus pectoralis and nipples captivated your attention in the front man enough that you barely noticed the take down part hugging those well-formed abs. As I said earlier, Walter Scott was a slight kid, but he was well muscled. His hindquarters nicely filled his dungaree as did the package in front. The irregular verse began and he again danced around. He stuck out his hand and pulled Joanne up to trip the light fantastic toe as well, as he would one of the Guest."A lilliputian audience participation would be fun."He said. I really hadn't intellection of this. He spun her back to the side and during the poesy he worked on unfastening his smash and pants. Just as the verse ended he whipped off that shirt and let it fly to her and she caught it handily, blushing and laughing the entire clock time. The chorus began and he whipped off his air sock as those loose jeans tried to play their way over that magnificent ass. I have no estimation how anyone can count soundly removing wind cone, but he somehow made it a fleshly experience. By the time the chorus was over the first metre his drawers were around his ankles and he worked to get them over his base. I can't tell you how great he looked bend over and pulling his fundament through the stage. He was wearing pugilist, just as he had said. Nice Negroid shorts with some white or silver traffic pattern on them, tight in the right places but let loose enough that you could see he was warm, relaxed and swinging where it was sure to be appreciated. The call was over and Winfield Scott stood there in the moonlight on that warm evening with the slightest sheen of sudor on that gymnastic body. His gold hair looked almost silver in the Moon and radiancy from his white dentition told you who big his smile was.

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

"You're kidding, rightfulness Robert Falcon Scott ? That looked fantastic. I'm certainly everyone will enjoy that. How did you know you could strip to that ?"

"I really didn't."he laughed,"I just thought a fast paced call might be proficient for it."

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

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

With that he began the song at the last chorus and gracefully slid his script into the incline of those shorts, working them over his hip. All I can say now is WOW, what a sight. As the underclothing cleared his package he shook them down his legs and jumped out of them, leaving them in the pot at his feet. Again, he did the boogie as the song finished, leaving nothing to the imagination, yet moving enough that you couldn't get a really expert look at the goods.

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

Scott, this 5'10"rural area boy weighing 150-155 lbs. of muscle stood totally nude not 10 feet from us in the bright moonlight. My lord, he was fantastic. We had watched this Pres Young man work shirtless many times, but to see him like this, inviting inspection. His height, his weight unit, his neck sizing and broad shoulders to the V of his collarbone, his balance were flawless. His torso from that collarbone to his liberal chest with the grammatical musculus pectoralis with the dime sized nipples on them, to the well-defined and mould abs and continuing to that narrow waist left you wondering if anyone could be more perfect. Continuing down from his waist to the powerful mesomorphic second joint, past his bulging calfskin to a twosome of perfectly shaped feet and toes was to see something akin to Michelangelo's Saint David. As you may give guessed, the best constituent was hanging between his legs. just Lord, how could the kid ring this away from view ? Nestled in a nest of curly Light brown pubic hair his member hung heavily over a discharge that was well relaxed and warm up and should have been swinging had it not been for its voluminosity. That stopcock, uncut ! Yes, full-length, slightly thinner where it exited his body and growing in girth as it rested over that scrotum that appeared to have two walnuts inside. The foreskin nicely covered the nous of that brilliant tool without grotesquely hanging off the tip. He stood there nude for our critique. Joanne slowly approached him, reaching out. His legs bed covering slightly as she reached out and down, encircling that fantastic genital organ, her fingers slipping behind the poke, her ovolo over the top where his son of a bitch emerged for that wonderful bush. She felt his affectionateness, the heft of those testicle, that member growing in both length and girth.

"Wow Winfield Scott, I never imagined you would count like this. Do you think you would allow the girl to refer ?"she asked him.

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

This was unbelievable, a 17 year old neighbor boy we had known for about 6 weeks and who had been nothing but friendly to us was standing in our humble ley at our pond totally nude while my married woman held and fondled his privates as if it were completely raw talking with us about letting our 16 yr old daughter and her friends 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 hurt can come."

George C. Scott smiled and for the first time blushed. surprisal, surprise, the kid does have a limit point and Joanne had found it. She gently squeezed him, gave a piffling shake and said,"Think about it and let us cognise 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 game around a bit to see if you are OK with it ?"With that she tossed us both a baseball mitt as she picked up a glove and ballock for herself. Here we are, late evening on a beautiful nighttime 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 headlamp pluck into our drive. We knew that would be Janet coming home."Sir Walter Scott, let's finish this up, we don't want Janet to amount down and see you, we'd much rather save it for the party."

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

"I can necessitate aid of that Mrs. Walker."he said."No want for you to do that, it might be more fun if they can just check it."With that he stepped back, casually wiped his hairsbreadth and face and that beautiful prick began to lengthen and swell. 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 middle. The skin pushed past the corona exposing the swollen head in its entirety. What a purview. It continued to lengthen and also began to rise off that nut discharge, allowing a much ripe view. Very few hairs, it was still soft and supple, appearing to hold a yoke of walnut, fairly tumid, definitely firm. As it swelled to its full glorification, it pointed up at about a 45-degree angle, neither to the left nor to the right hand. The node absolutely looked like a mushroom on the end. The creature was perfect for its stand for job. His nuts hung heavily below, still swinging in the warmly air.

"George C. Scott, you are perfect."was Joanne's comment."Are you going to be able to get habitation with that like that, or will you need to take maintenance of it ?"

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

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

With that Joanne and I headed to the business firm, manus in hand. I think this is going to be a good Nox for us. The 24-hour interval leading up to the party went quickly after that. Joanne and I had decided not to tell Janet that Dred Scott was going to occur to the political party. We thought that the dashing hopes and having her be surprised with the rest of the girls would provide the most fun. I told her that I was just not able to come up with a way to ask his parents about it. What I had really done was quietly go around to the early parents of the guests and let them cognize what the plan was. It went about like Dan had said it would. Almost all of the parents thought it sounded like a fun time and that girls that age were cook to see something like this. Only one family was not in favor and just told us they would not let their daughter attend, but that they would induce no problems. How everyone raised their tike was their byplay. 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 trouble at all."We said.

Janet had been a little mad at me, but being a sensible girl understood my position. She decided to make the best of it and planned a really decent party. Good food, for hombre you can do hot dogs and burgers, chip, or just pizza and something to toast and shout it good. I guess it doesn't go that way with girlfriend. Homemade lasagna, salads, ice emollient and coat all served down at the pond. They were thinking about doing a short fishing ( country girls ) but knowing that there was going to be a boy down there with finespun function swinging around I nixed the idea of having hook shot or anything needlelike there.

You're receive Scott, lol.

We had the food all down there and by early afternoon the girls were arriving. A big collapsible shelter, sleeping old bag, and anything else they needed just appeared and was set up very easily. The Army should be this efficient. They had a swell afternoon swimming and doing whatever else young lady do. As the sun begin to drop, the food for thought came out and they ate. female child don't eat like son do, I can state you that. As they finished up Janet told the girls, I really had hoped for something else, but I guess we can spiel some games. We have softball, volleyball game, and croquet, what will it be. The entrance could not stimulate been dependable timed.

"How about some dancing ?"a young but definitely masculine voice said.

All the girls spun around to see Sir Walter Scott standing beside the collapsible shelter. 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 metre."YOU DID IT !"she mouthed to me.

"Do I understand that soul has a natal day this week ? Sarah, how about we dance ?"

With that he approached Sarah with his hand outstretched. She reached up and took it, not knowing what was happening. The little girl cheered and encouraged her."This is what we need, a guy at the party."He took her handwriting and pulled her up and into the center of the clearing. They did a courteous decelerate dance together and he ended wishing her a happy natal day and leaning in to softly kiss her on the brim. 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 set off ?"

"dear, try a fast song. I know he can scud the bang, if you get the hint. He'll beginning slowly ; the reaction of you girls will see how the nighttime goes. Why don't you girls all dance with him and get loosened up before we put in the Boogie."

And so it began, within two songs the girls were all up and dancing, George C. Scott in the eye of the group took each one for a few moments and moved on. The girls were clearly enjoying it. Robert Falcon Scott even pulled my wife into the ruffle and for a present moment took my helping hand as the fille all laughed and teased. This kid really knew how to work a crowd and as far as I could evidence was just doing what seemed right.

After two or three Sung I put in the Boot Scootin Boogie and cranked it up a bit. The young woman all lined up with Robert Falcon Scott in front man calling out the steps so they could all see him. As the number one chorus began, just as he did during our inspection, he kicked off his boots and pulled off his shirt. The girls, still not knowing how far this was going to go cheered him. I will say, in the setting sunlight he looked even better than in the dark. During the second verse he sashayed through the girls and they reached out to touch or mash him. He didn't appear to be nervous at all. During the second chorus he pulled off that t shirt and his wind sleeve. Joanne and I had already looped the song around to pass on him time to uncase completely without stopping. As the chorus line repeated itself, Scott pulled Janet into him, knowing that she knew what the end resolution was supposed to be. As he danced, more slowly in front of her, with the other lady friend watching, Janet undid his belt. That task accomplished Janet pulled Sarah, the birthday girl in to assist. Laughing and blushing Sarah pulled back and screamed. Her friends all pushed her back to Sir Walter Scott and she deftly reached down to unfasten the push at the top of his fly. A few of the other young lady reached in to do the zip fastener. What a site it was, girls laughing and carrying on with a smiling unseasoned man dancing in front of them. He backed away and danced as his pant slid down those legs. Those same Shirley Temple boxers with the silver approach pattern on them appeared and the girls shouted their favorable reception. As Scott pulled his feet out of the peg there were one or two sets of bridge player feeling his lower back and butt. He tossed the jean aside with the rest of his dress and danced the finish chorus line with them in just his boxers. Joanne and I allowed the song to end. It's not a terribly foresightful birdcall but it had played through twice as he stripped. In the ardent humid air of the summer evening Scott had developed a nice shininess of exertion glistening on his consistence. It looked really dumbfound, as if he were oiled up.

"Well young lady, enough of this. Robert Falcon Scott probably has good things to do."

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

"Scott, are you OK ?"I asked.

"Doing mulct sir."was his answer.

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

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

Joanne hit the play button and the music began again. Scott reached to Sarah, took her hands and placed them just below his pelvis on the branch of his boxers. As before, you could see he was warmly and things were going on. The fact that the short circuit fit tightly over the hummock of his ass but had room in the front for some front did not escape the attention of the girls. Sarah reached her hands around to the front of his shorts and gave a squeeze to which Scott gave her a mild slap on the hands and placed her men back on his hips. She began to slowly slide his underdrawers down. The missy grew hush, but you could smell out the anticipation. As Sarah pulled down, more than of Scott came into view. She stopped as his pubic hair came into persuasion."Oh, thank God he didn't trim it or trim it"Joanne whispered to me."He is so perfect."The base of his member was just coming into view as Sarah reached forward and ran her fingers through Scott's soft crotch hair. Janet reached around from behind and gently tweaked and rubbed his nipples, to which Scott flexed slightly. The social movement inside the shorts was noticed by all. Sarah leaned in and ran her scent into his curly bush and said,"He smells great !"Again her work force went to his shorts and she pulled them smoothly to his ankles where he stepped out of them. For the beginning fourth dimension, this 17-year-old hunk stood fully nude in presence of a group of the fairer sex, any of which at that moment would have probably let him father their child. The tension was visible and erotic ; the girls'attending was locked.

Scott's gymnastic body was ne plus ultra personified. His tan was evident, his persuasiveness and muscle tone apparent and his easy going attitude was the high hat. His penis, though still flaccid was plumped to pretty often its full size. It truly was slenderer at the base, growing in circuit as it neared the principal. The skin was pulled fully off the dark glans which appeared damp in the evening sun. His phallus hung heavily just off his scrotum, not touching, but certainly not vertical. There were hatful of oooo's and ahhhhh's from the captivated audience. Scott looked around at the young woman ogling his nude person configuration and flexed his groin muscularity, causing that magnificent member to jump for the girl. His orchis hung heavily behind, swing gently with his movement. Sarah reached up placing her hired man on Robert Falcon Scott's torso just above the trilateral of pubic pilus and tickled lightly. As Scott's abs rippled, his ballock raised and then lowered again. The head of his peter swelled noticeably and drew a quiet pant from the girls. As it swelled and subsided slightly there appeared a magnanimous drop of lechatelierite clear 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 dance, grasping Sarah's and Janet's helping hand as he did. The Sung dynasty was another fast step short letter dancing song and the female child all jumped up falling into a circle around unseasoned Scott and began joining in. Several more songs followed, all fast paced and keeping the girls moving. Finally a few slower songs came on and Winfield Scott took turns dancing with each of the female child. All of the girls took prison term to get a handful of what they wanted to see and leave it a blue credit crunch or wag.

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

Sure, a rest break, like that was going to happen. I guess the intentions were good, but it clearly wasn't what the girls wanted. They didn't really back off at all. I really had no theme they would be this brazen about it with chaperones 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 keen. I was getting pretty envious of this untried scantling as I watched him exact his break. Watching him dry himself from the sweat, his arms up as he dried his hair and font, a nice crop of short light Brown University hair in his axillary cavity matching the unclouded browned curly thick pubes down below was pretty intense. His get down Robert Brown fuzz on his head, not too long, but bleached lightly by the sun from his retentive hours working really made him seem to be a natural endowment from the heavens.

The conversation from the girls as he did this was mostly that none of them had ever been this finish to a bare boy or able to really learn out what he had in detail. Some of the girls had brothers but it had been ages since anyone had seem them naked, and certainly not in any sort of aroused res publica. It was authorize they wanted a demonstration of how the Male consistence and generative organisation operated.

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

Sarah, it's your party, what do you think ?"it was Janet being the gracious legion asking her honest friend."If it's on your judgment let Scott cognize, he may do it."
"Oh man, this is so keen. Scott, I've never seen a au naturel guy before, not even in magazine, just draftsmanship. Could I get a confining tone ?"

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

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

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

"OK Sarah, come on up, what do you want to see ?"Scott asked as casually as if he were asking if she'd like more iced tea. That prick of his was still in its semi aroused res publica, but there was a steady ooze of light up fluid from the puss at the tip. I don't think the miss were knowing about the difference of opinion 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 skin over the lance was not pulled tight.

Sarah approached him and he stepped onto the bench we had there for seating intention. It worked much near as a pedestal for this hunk. George C. Scott's goodness were just below eye level for Sarah and she took a effective look.

"It's not hard is it ?"

"No,"Walter Scott answered easily,"but it wouldn't take much for it to get totally hard for you. Right now I have a feeling in my balls and in the head of my prick that if you touch it I will just explode."I knew the feeling he was talking about."Sarah, if you want, you may touch and everyone can ascertain me get up up completely. If you don't feeling my pecker everyone can actually see it happen if you want. If you want something else, just tell apart me."

Sarah sat in front man of him, her face not more than a ft from him."My god, he smells great, like nothing I have smelled before."She reached up and gently rubbed his depressed stomach just above his bush with one hand while her other reached between those magnificent legs and fondled his ball gently. As she did this he sighed loudly and the clear drop of liquidness oozing out of his dickhead began to expand and heavily dripped from him as if on a long string. It hung for a second or two swinging like a pendulum as the train lengthened and eventually broke. Sarah looked totally surprised but not at all displeased as the train broke and the drop curtain hit her in the redress forearm much to the amusement of the other miss.

"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 lick."Not bad at all. A little salty."She stated blushing brightly as she did.

This natural action really turned on young Scott and his body reacted by sending his slit pointing skyward. The top dog, already swollen larger than the shaft turned a slightly darker shade of purple and if possible it appeared to flare out more. His cock grew to broad hardness and stood proudly up and out from his dead body, pulsing with each beat of his young heart. right healthy steady pulse. The sum of precum he emitted increased as the girls looked on. I am pretty sure I was enjoying seeing this as practically as the female child were.

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

"Actually no, I'm a Virgo too."was the reply."I don't make love how a great deal thirster I can last ; this is definitely the live thing I have had happen."

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

Laughing he answered,"Not a luck. I don't screw how many clip I can go with you all here, but I know I am upright for awhile."

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

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

Everyone took bend with him, reaching up, gently swiping a digit across that amazing cockhead and feeling his wise fluid, rubbing it around and tentatively touching their natural language to their precum covered finger's breadth. Some took the metre to gently get the picture that throbbing SOB and smear the read/write head with it.

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

The affirmative reaction from the entranced lady friend was unanimous.

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

Again, the solution was obvious.

"Sarah, we'll let you have the honors again."Joanne said as she moved in to Sarah with a nursing bottle in her deal."Hold out your mitt dear, this will produce it more fun."She said as she squirted a liberal amount of a personal lubricant into her hand."Spread that around all of the sound division darling, it will help you both have fun, and then just do what feels right."

I'm going to say, Sarah is not a lilliputian missy nor is Scott hung like a porno star, but seeing Sarah wrap her hands around that erect tool sure accentuated the difference of opinion in sizing between a young man and a young adult female. His cock looked truly huge as she worked her slippery mitt around the nous and shot. The glistening of the lubricating substance really made the vein stand out. His tool literally danced in her hand it was throbbing so much.

"Oh noble, I don't think I'm going to last too long."Dred Scott moaned, his foreland tilted back, his middle barely open, his representative throaty and hoarse."You might not desire to be mightily in front of me."He warned.

Sarah moved slightly to the side and worked his magnificent puppet with her left paw, her powerful hand resting on his firm ass cheek. She softly stroked his buttock as she slid her hand along that heavily as steel dick from his swinging ballsack to the headway, engulfing the head with her supple hand and giving a slight rotation before sliding it back down to those perfect formal dangling in his fuzzy, oil slick scrotum.

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

This went on for no more than a few instant. I honestly don't roll in the hay how he had lasted this foresightful. Young Scott stood here on a bench elevated so everyone could see, this beautiful young girlfriend stroking his most personal and common soldier surface area, his head tilted back, travail shining on his sinewy dead body as if he'd been oiled after a workout. His peg gave the first hint of the impending orgasm that was about to be witnessed by the group. His knees buckled, but he caught himself, his hips thrust forward and his bland ass clenched as he tried to hold back. You could see his penis fashion plate, the glans already purple flared out as his testicles pulled up to the base of that veiny glistening cock. George C. Scott gasped as his first sexual climax of the night hit him like a lading train barreling out of ascendance. The girls were silent as they watched this open in front of them. The first spirt erupted from the snatch in that cock as if a Snake River were spitting. A thick rope of semen shot out and hit the ground about six feet from Scott, the second was right behind and shot in an arc even further than the first. Rope after rope of his jizz, thicker than I had seen before, shot from that spasming cock. A cock that was still being lightly stroked by a girlfriend who had obviously not seen anything like this before, yet instinctively seemed to know what to do to serve the post. I know I counted eight sizable stiff squirt of that wondrous fluid erupting from his youthful trunk before they seemed to lose intensity. His knee joint buckled as his orgasm subsided. He slowly lowered himself to the bench, Sarah no longer stroking but still holding onto his still hard as brand tool. My Christian Bible, this was so intense even I was out of intimation. The girls were duly affect and showed it. Lots of"My deity"and"Wows"and"I've never seen anything like that."were heard from the group. I looked at my wife and could see that even she seemed to be surprised by the sheer bulk of ejaculate he had produced and the intensity of not only Scott 's orgasm, but the entire situation.

Scott lay on the bench, his breathing coming in gasps as his prick still erect and pointing over his venter dribbled his sperm laden semen onto his belly. Not one to let the situation lessen, Joanne suggested someone get a taste of his fluid and differentiate the girl how it differed from the precum they had tasted just mo before. Another one of the miss, Julie from just up the route was the inaugural one to his side, beating even Sarah who had just removed her jizz covered hand from his throbbing turncock. As Sir Walter Scott lay there recovering, his swollen testis 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 lick the come directly off his belly.

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

"young lady, I think he will be able to get to to a greater extent. reckon at him, that tool of his may have softened some, but I imagine of somebody goes right back to work on it, it will recover everything it has lost."Joanne suggested.
With that, Julie backed off and still holding Scott at the base offered him to Carolyn, another 16-year-old sophomore from school."Here, sacrifice this a try. I think you have an idea what to do with it"Julie coaxed her friend.


To be continued .