This is a story about fun in the country.
My name is Robert Scott and I really am an 18-year-old farm boy from IA. I have a girlfriend I have been with for two twelvemonth now and we are both virgins. We have done a lot of playing around without going all the way. That will number later.
This story is a fantasy of mine that my girl is cognizant of. She loves it and has a true fun and daring streak herself.
Initially this storey was submitted under another name and was three chapters. Here I have tried to decline some of the weakness to make it promiscuous to translate and have corrected some grammatical errors. It truly amazes me how many multiplication I can learn this and not spot errors.
I do have my school workload, plus my farming and body of work to keep me meddling, so additions will fall slowly. Please be patient. I will try to have quality submission when I can.
Your comments have been greatly appreciated and I hope you will continue with constructive critique. If you have a disconfirming reaction, 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 hairsbreadth and brown middle to match. Her pelt is a trench tan from the other summer sun and her sentence spent out-of-doors swimming and gardening on our small land area.

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

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

Sarah had become my girl'honest friend since we moved here lowest springiness just after school had let out for the summer vacation. Janet had gone out for softball and met many bang-up people and become fast friends with the girls on the squad. Sarah, standing at 5'3"and weighing just less than 100 lbs. with beautifully wavy light brown hair, blueish center and the clean teeth you had ever seen smiling at you was also a treat to the eyes of any male who was not gay or stagnant.

"That sounds like a good programme Jan, did your mother have a trouble with it ? I can't imagine why you needed to let the cat out of the bag to me about something this simple."

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

"Well babe, your mom has a adept promontory on her shoulder, there must be something to moot here. What is your mo request ?"

"papa, you know Sarah is an but tike, no sidekick or sisters. I really want her to give birth a special time being welcomed into womanhood. odorous 16 is a pretty big deal, I want her to remember it for a yearn time."

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

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

"Oh lord, Janet, I don't know. This sounds pretty dangerous. You are technically at the age of consent, but if any parents have a problem with it there could be trouble. If the stemmer 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 trouble ?"

"What, an underage stemmer ? How will you bump an underage boy willing to do something like that ? Who do you take in mind ?"

"I think I know the perfect guy, and I am will to bet he will do it. You know him too. It's 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 the right way away of whom she was thinking. Robert Scott is a great looking Cy Young man, 17, light brown to dark blond hairsbreadth, lightly tanned skin, deep grey eyes and a smiling that could kill. Standing at 5'10 ”, having a powerful but calorie-free flesh, and weighing about 155 lbs. with broad berm and chest tapering down to a small 28"waist, he was exactly what any budding adolescent age little girl would care to see. We had all seen him dance too and knew he had the moves. We had moved into a small town in due south central Iowa. It was a very community oriented place with lots of good class amusement. Twice a hebdomad in the summer time the town council blocked off the street on the north side of the town square and had a street dancing. Sometimes it was John Rock, sometimes country, one metre this summer they even had some blues and ballroom saltation. He could do it all.

"Scott, good grief 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 put up us."Daddy, he's so cute. You know he isn't shy. Please Dad, I'm sure he will do it. testament you ask him ?"

"Ask him ? dear, I haven't even said you can do it. This is a pretty big deal. Where are you going to have got this party ? rightfield here in the house ? A young man strutting his stuff right wing here in the sustenance room ?"

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

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

"Ok, but rush Daddy, her birthday is in two weeks."

So this is how it all started. We had moved to this surface area at the end of leaping just after schooling had dismissed for the summer. My always popular daughter was trying very hard to put together a company that would be impossible to top. We were just getting settled in, just a normal family line doing all the family things. Church, extracurricular natural process, piece of work and some good recreation occupied our time on our 40-acre avocation farm in the southern part of the most beautiful state in the country. I may be overtone, but I was raised here. So far we had not been disappointed either. Our farm was surrounded by rolling hills of giving crop ground and pastureland. Our neighbor'bombastic farm bordered the backwaters of a very enceinte recreational lake the regular army Corp of railroad engineer had built about 40 years ago. To quote a agate line from one of our favorite moving picture"Is this heaven ?"“ No, it's Iowa."We loved it.

Over the adjacent couple of twenty-four hours as I pondered what to do about this I watched the activity in the fields that bordered our small-scale acreage. The land was owned by the Curry's, Scott's family. It was a well-kept patch of land that they were using as pasture this yr. I had seen Scott throughout the day working on fences, repairing Gates, mowing and things like that. As I watched this young man work I could certainly understand why the girls swooned over him. He usually wore some worn blueness blue jean, belted to his minute hips, employment boots, and as the day progressed, no shirt, giving the world a hazard to see that fortunate skin riffle and flex as the house muscles below worked. I admit I sort of treasured to see him with the girls too.

I had absolutely no mind how to contribute this up to Scott's parents without making us speech sound like monstrosity. One afternoon, I saw his begetter, Dan, out checking on the progress Robert Scott had made in the field. practice of law prescribing who is responsible for what when dealing with neighbour and fences are pretty confusing to non-farmer types like us, so I decided to go out and visit with him to see what I could learn. While we were talking Scott came up and acknowledged me with a friendly grinning and"how-do-you-do Mr. Walker."He then caught his Father-God up on the advancement he had made, the work left to be done and his program for completing it. He finished with,"I think I'll go fishing now."to which Dan replied"Have fun."With that Scott walked back to their old farm hand truck, opened the door and pulled out a well-worn pair of crosscut shorts. As he was with the truck doorway open and the positioning of the motortruck he was shielded from thought from our house, the road, and anyone in the lea but his father and me. He just stripped out of his work clothes with his backrest to us and pulled on the cutoff shorts. For a moment he was in his full moon nude resplendence, visible only from behind, but let me say, what a position. When he finished with the short he pulled on some old sneakers, reached into the back of the motortruck for a modest tackle box and a cane terminal. He looked our way, gave us a Wave and was off about a fourth part stat mi through the grazing land 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 aware."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 like Janet was more like that. Growing up in the metropolis never really gave her a hazard to have 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 political party she was hoping to contrive and ended up blurting out the portion 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 reception actually surprised me.

"little girl will be miss"was all he said."They really aren't any different from male child that age."

"Really ? I had no musical theme how that idea would be accepted around here. You don't think we would be thrown in poky 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 stimulate any problem for you knowing that everyone who was present had the funding of their parents."

"Well Dan, it gets worse than that."I told him,"They have a Brigham Young man in mind to run the peeler ?"“ You may switch your judgement 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 wish the idea of Robert Falcon Scott doing it. Are you repulsed by us and by the estimation now ?"

Dan thought for awhile as he drove a few basic into a post, fastening the telegram tightly."No, not really, Scotty's always been pretty popular 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 willing to do it. Is this something you are really serious about ?"

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

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

We talked for a piece longer about city life vs. country liveliness, how the kids are unlike in many elbow room but alike in others, and just life in general. It was a great evening visiting and I guess we lost track of time. The subject of the political 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 disturbed idea.

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

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

"What's up Mr. Zimmer frame ?"
"Scott, I have something to ask you and I have no estimate how to go about it. You may get mad, you may be embarrassed, you may desire to give, I don't know, and I don't want to lose you as a friend. You and your house have been commodity to us since we got here."

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

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

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

"fountainhead Sir Walter Scott, this is the heavy part. Janet wants the party to be extra, and the only when thing she can think of is to get mortal to plunder for the little girl. That will be a political party to remember and something special for Sarah."

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

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

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

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

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

"Scott, I know what they want. I'm going to admit, it sounds like fun, but I don't think I could own 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 sexual love to see you fully nude for a little bit at to the lowest degree, but they have mentioned possibly playing volleyball or croquet afterwards, and if you'd stop nude for portion of that. Scott, Janet has saved and is willing to pay."

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

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

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

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

With that he nodded, turned his back on me and approached his truck. Even in those cutoffs I could see this kid had things going on. He put his Fish, perch, and tackle in the backbone, climbed in the backside and started the motortruck."I have to get these fish cleaned, I'll let you know."With that he drove away leaving me standing in the grass as the sun sank. I felt like an idiot, but his reaction had been anything but impact or repulsion, in fact, he sounded as if he had a cocksure attitude about it.
I walked rest home not knowing what to think.

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

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

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

At 10:00 my electric cell earphone rang."Hello ?"

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

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

wiz was our horse, one-half quarter cavalry and half hackney pony. A beautiful animal, compact for a horse but much too big to be a shot glass, very ennoble and willing to do anything asked of her.

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

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

"I think so Mr. Alice Malsenior Walker. Are you sure you and Mrs. Alice Malsenior Walker are willing 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 company going to be here or are you having it someplace else ?"

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

"Yep, my parents and I had a talk about it, I don't suppose it matters whether I do it or not, I will be teased now. It's kind of flattering. I have no idea if I can really strip or not. I mean, I don't have any envision tear away dress or g strings or anything. We are just ordinary people."

"Scott, I don't think that issue. We have all seen you dance uptown during the street dances. I think you have motility no issue what is playing. I think that's what matters. 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 ease. Besides, if you come over dressed like that, it will seem innate and we can really betray it to the girlfriend as a surprise."

"Wow, Mr.Wal…..Joe that sounds like it could form. So, I'll just strip out of these ?"He was wearing exactly what I thought he should be. He had on a long sleeve blue jean work shirt, sweat stained in the right places and afford about halfway down his chest exposing a white T-shirt, faded and worn blue jeans that hung loosely on his slender hip joint with the rap holding them up and his body of work boots.

"Looks stark 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 suspensor on under them if you think I should."

"I don't know ; do you think you will take that ? Maybe we should see your moves and decide if you need something else under them."What I was really hoping for was a prospect to see this stud perform and to see the reaction of a distaff watching 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 hold it a try."With that he pulled out his I-pad and started it playing a country Sung dynasty with a soundly beat. It was the boot Scootin Boogey by Brooks & Dun. I guess I wouldn't have thought of that as a song for stripping, but watching him proceed sure made a worshipper of me. Robert Falcon Scott shuffled around during the low gear rhyme just dancing as youth masses do. His sense of rhythm was spot on and his motility were so natural and fluid I had almost forgotten what was to happen. When the refrain came up he unbuttoned his shirt and kicked off his boots simultaneously. He was left in his jeans and a really good looking blind drunk fitting bootless t shirt and of class his cap advertising a prominent brand of seminal fluid corn. Not bad at all. As he spun around you could see how his back and shoulder muscleman were accentuated by the cut and tight fit of that shirt. His musculus pectoralis and teat captivated your attention in the front adequate that you barely noticed the low part hugging those well-formed abs. As I said earlier, Robert Falcon Scott was a svelte kid, but he was well muscled. His buttocks nicely filled his blue jean as did the computer software in front. The second verse began and he again danced around. He stuck out his hand and pulled Joanne up to dance as well, as he would one of the guests."A little audience participation would be fun."He said. I really hadn't view of this. He spun her back to the side and during the verse line he worked on unfastening his bash 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 intact time. The chorus began and he whipped off his socks as those unloosen jeans tried to work their way over that magnificent ass. I have no thought how anyone can look good removing socks, but he somehow made it a sensual experience. By the time the Greek chorus was over the first sentence his pants were around his articulatio talocruralis and he worked to get them over his feet. I can't severalise you how great he looked bend over and pulling his feet through the branch. He was wearing boxers, just as he had said. Nice Black boxers with some white or ash grey traffic pattern on them, tight in the right office but loose enough that you could see he was warm, decompress and swinging where it was sure enough to be appreciated. The song was over and Walter Scott stood there in the moonlight on that warm even with the slightest luster of effort on that acrobatic torso. His halcyon fuzz looked almost silver grey in the moonlight and shine from his white teeth told you who big his smile was.

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

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

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

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

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

With that he began the song at the concluding chorus and gracefully slue his hands into the sides of those boxers, working them over his hips. All I can say now is WOW, what a sight. As the underwear cleared his package he shook them down his legs and jumped out of them, leaving them in the grass at his invertebrate foot. Again, he did the boogie as the Sung dynasty finished, leaving zilch to the imagination, yet moving enough that you couldn't get a really good 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"res publica boy weighing 150-155 lbs. of muscle stood totally nude person not 10 fundament from us in the bright moonlight. My Almighty, he was fantastic. We had watched this young man oeuvre shirtless many times, but to see him like this, inviting inspection. His pinnacle, his weight, his neck opening size and broad shoulders to the V of his collarbone, his symmetry were flawless. His trunk from that clavicle to his broad chest with the well-formed musculus pectoralis with the dime sized pap on them, to the well-defined and work abs and continuing to that pin down waist left you wondering if anyone could be more arrant. Continuing down from his waistline to the potent muscular thigh, past his bulging sura to a twain of perfectly shaped infantry and toes was to see something akin to Michelangelo's David. As you may have guessed, the best part was hanging between his legs. Good Lord, how could the kid pack this away from view ? Nestled in a nest of curly light brown pubic hair his member hung heavily over a sack that was well slow down and ardent and should let been swinging had it not been for its fullness. That cock, uncut ! Yes, full-length, slightly thinner where it exited his eubstance and growing in girth as it rested over that scrotum that appeared to experience two walnuts inside. The foreskin nicely covered the head of that magnificent dick without grotesquely hanging off the tip. He stood there nude for our review. Joanne slowly approached him, reaching out. His stage spread slightly as she reached out and down, encircling that terrific genitalia, her fingers slipping behind the hammock, her ovolo over the top where his prick emerged for that wonderful bush. She felt his warmth, the ponderosity of those testis, that phallus growing in both length and cinch.

"Wow Scott, I never imagined you would look like this. Do you suppose you would allow the miss to touch ?"she asked him.

"Really, touch ? Do you suppose they would require to ? I would think they might be too shy in strawman of their booster, or laughing too backbreaking 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 goose egg but friendly to us was standing in our modest pastureland at our pond totally nude while my married woman held and fondled his genitals as if it were completely natural talking with us about letting our 16 year old daughter and her friends play with him.

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

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

Scott smiled and for the first time blushed. Surprise, surprise, the kid does have a limitation and Joanne had found it. She gently squeezed him, gave a trivial handclasp and said,"Think about it and let us have sex 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 mitt as she picked up a glove and ball for herself. Here we are, late evening on a beautiful night playing collar with a neighbors nude 17 year old son as if it were done everywhere all the metre. We played and talked for about 15 proceedings until we saw headlights take out into our driveway. We knew that would be Janet coming home."George C. Scott, let's finish this up, we don't want Janet to come 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."Robert Falcon Scott, I can't believe how well-heeled going you are, but you are going to have to let us see this matter as it is intended to be."Scott smiled and blushed again slightly as she gave his dong a quick pull.

"I can use up care of that Mrs. Walker."he said."No penury 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 face and that beautiful asshole began to lengthen and puff up. The cinch of it was what amazed me. It began by just growing in length, the head pushing out of that beautiful foreskin. As it popped out, the size of it of it caught both our eyes. The skin pushed past the Saint Ulmo's fire exposing the swollen head in its entirety. What a prospect. It continued to lengthen and also began to rebel off that nut sack, allowing a much secure scene. Very few hairs, it was still soft and sylphlike, appearing to apply a couple of walnuts, fairly large, definitely firm. As it swelled to its full aureole, it pointed up at about a 45-degree slant, neither to the left nor to the rightfulness. The knob absolutely looked like a mushroom on the end. The tool was perfect for its intended job. His junky hung heavily below, still swinging in the warm up air.

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

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

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

With that Joanne and I headed to the household, hand in hand. I think this is going to be a good night for us. The Day leading up to the party went quickly after that. Joanne and I had decided not to differentiate Janet that Walter Scott was going to come to the party. We thought that the disappointment and having her be surprised with the balance of the young woman would provide the most fun. I told her that I was just not able to come in up with a way to ask his parents about it. What I had really done was quietly go around to the other parents of the node and let them know what the architectural plan was. It went about like Dan had said it would. Almost all of the parents thought it sounded like a fun metre and that daughter that age were set to see something like this. Only one family was not in favour and just told us they would not let their daughter attend, but that they would cause no job. How everyone raised their children was their business. In the end, they came over to see us the night before the political party and asked if it would be OK if they did allow their daughter to make out after all, or had they waited too long."No problem at all."We said.

Janet had been a little mad at me, but being a sensible girl understood my positioning. She decided to make the best of it and planned a really nice company. Good food, for guy wire you can do hot dog and burgers, poker chip, or just pizza and something to drink and shout it upright. I guess it doesn't go that way with miss. Homemade lasagna, salads, ice ointment and cake all served down at the pond. They were thinking about doing a little fishing ( rural area daughter ) but knowing that there was going to be a boy down there with delicate parts swinging around I nixed the estimation of having hooks or anything penetrative there.

You're receive Walter Scott, lol.

We had the nutrient all down there and by other good afternoon the lady friend were arriving. A big tent, sleeping bagful, and anything else they needed just appeared and was set up very easily. The Army should be this efficient. They had a enceinte afternoon swimming and doing whatever else fille do. As the sun begin to drop, the intellectual nourishment came out and they ate. Girls don't eat like son do, I can tell you that. As they finished up Janet told the girls, I really had hoped for something else, but I guess we can bring some games. We have softball, volleyball, and croquet, what will it be. The entranceway could not have been better timed.

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

All the miss spun around to see Sir Walter Scott standing beside the tent. The scream that came from Janet was unconvincing. The smell she shot at me was priceless. It was full of surprisal and gratitude at the Same time."YOU DID IT !"she mouthed to me.

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

With that he approached Sarah with his bridge player outstretched. She reached up and took it, not knowing what was happening. The daughter 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 substance of the clearing. They did a nice tedious dance together and he ended wishing her a felicitous birthday and leaning in to softly osculate her on the lips. You could see she was storm and very pleased.

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

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

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

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

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

After two or three songs I put in the boot Scootin Boogie and cranked it up a bit. The daughter all lined up with Scott in front calling out the gradation so they could all see him. As the first chorus line began, just as he did during our review, he kicked off his thrill 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 duskiness. During the moment verse he sashayed through the little girl and they reached out to touch or thrust him. He didn't appear to be nervous at all. During the mo chorus he pulled off that t shirt and his wind sleeve. Joanne and I had already looped the Song around to give him clip to strip completely without stopping. As the chorus repeated itself, Robert Falcon Scott pulled Janet into him, knowing that she knew what the end result was supposed to be. As he danced, more slowly in forepart of her, with the other female child watching, Janet undid his bash. That task accomplished Janet pulled Sarah, the natal day girlfriend in to assist. Laughing and blushing Sarah pulled back and screamed. Her friends all pushed her back to Robert Scott and she deftly reached down to unfasten the button at the top of his fly. A few of the other girl reached in to do the zipper. What a site it was, girls laughing and carrying on with a smiling young man dancing in battlefront of them. He backed away and danced as his knickers slid down those legs. Those same Negro shorts with the silver pattern on them appeared and the little girl shouted their approval. As Scott pulled his human foot out of the legs there were one or two exercise set of hands feeling his lower back and butt. He tossed the dungaree aside with the rest of his clothes and danced the last chorus line with them in just his boxers. Joanne and I allowed the Song dynasty to end. It's not a terribly long birdcall but it had played through twice as he stripped. In the warm humid air of the summer eventide Scott had developed a nice sheen of sweat glistening on his body. It looked really amazing, as if he were oiled up.

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

The laughter catcalls, and groan of displeasure all commix to add to the liquid body substance of the situation. The girls begged for more.

"Scott, are you OK ?"I asked.

"Doing ok sir."was his answer.

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

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

Joanne hit the turn button and the medicine began again. Dred Scott reached to Sarah, took her hired man and placed them just below his rosehip on the stage of his boxers. As before, you could see he was fond and things were going on. The fact that the short circuit fit tightly over the mounds of his ass but had way in the front for some movement did not lam the aid of the girls. Sarah reached her hands around to the front man of his short pants and gave a squeeze to which Robert Scott gave her a modest slap on the hands and placed her work force back on his articulatio coxae. She began to slowly slide his boxers down. The girls grew placid, but you could sense the anticipation. As Sarah pulled down, More of Robert Scott came into view. She stopped as his pubic hair came into aspect."Oh, thank God he didn't pare it or shave it"Joanne whispered to me."He is so perfect."The floor of his member was just coming into view as Sarah reached forward and ran her finger through Scott's soft George Herbert Walker Bush. Janet reached around from behind and gently tweaked and rubbed his nipples, to which Robert Falcon Scott flexed slightly. The trend inside the shorts was noticed by all. Sarah leaned in and ran her pry into his curly bush and said,"He smells great !"Again her hands went to his shorts and she pulled them smoothly to his ankles where he stepped out of them. For the initiative time, this 17-year-old hunk stood fully nude person in front of a group of the fairer sex, any of which at that second would have probably let him get their kid. The tension was visible and erotic ; the girls'attending was locked.

Scott's acrobatic trunk was perfection personified. His tan was evident, his speciality and muscle note apparent and his easy going attitude was the topper. His penis, though still flaccid was plumped to pretty much its full sizing. It truly was slenderer at the base, growing in circumference as it neared the school principal. The cutis was pulled fully off the shadow glans which appeared damp in the evening sun. His penis hung heavily just off his scrotum, not touching, but certainly not erect. There were mess of oooo's and ahhhhh's from the captivate consultation. Scott looked around at the girlfriend ogling his nude person form and flexed his groin muscles, causing that brilliant member to jump for the young woman. His testicles hung heavily behind, swing gently with his movement. Sarah reached up placing her deal on Winfield Scott's trunk just above the triangle of pubic haircloth and tickled lightly. As Scott's abs rippled, his testicle raised and then lowered again. The head of his cock swelled noticeably and drew a quiet gasp from the girls. As it swelled and subsided slightly there appeared a bombastic fall of crystal clear precum. This was incredibly titillating but we wanted to draw out things. Joanne put another Sung dynasty on and George C. Scott looked up and smiled appreciatively. He began to dance, grasping Sarah's and Janet's hired hand as he did. The song was another fast pace furrow saltation song and the daughter all jumped up falling into a rope around young Scott and began joining in. Several more song followed, all fast paced and keeping the girl moving. Finally a few dumb vocal came on and Scott took turns dancing with each of the girls. All of the girls took clock time to get a handful of what they wanted to see and break it a gruntle squeeze or trill.

After a good one-half hour of dancing we figured Robert Falcon Scott was probably set up for a break."Hey everyone, let's eat. I imagine Scott will take a remainder and some fuel if he is going to be thoroughly for the rest period of the evening."It was Joanne who initiated the eternal sleep prison-breaking for him, bless her.

Sure, a residue break, like that was going to go on. 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 idea they would be this brazen about it with chaperones around. We got Robert Scott something to drink which he gladly took and gave him a towel with which to wipe himself off. nobleman, this kid was great. I was getting pretty envious of this Thomas Young stud poker as I watched him deal his break. Watching him dry himself from the travail, his arms up as he dried his hair and face, a squeamish crop of scant light brownness hair in his axillary cavity matching the lightheaded brown curly thick pubes down below was pretty acute. His sparkle Brown University hair on his head, not too long, but bleached lightly by the sun from his long minute working really made him appear to be a gift from the heavens.

The conversation from the girl as he did this was mostly that none of them had ever been this closing to a nude boy or able to really check out what he had in detail. Some of the girls had blood brother but it had been old age since anyone had seem them naked, and certainly not in any kind of aroused state. It was pull in they wanted a demonstration of how the male body and reproductive system operated.

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

Sarah, it's your company, what do you cogitate ?"it was Janet being the benignant host asking her skilful friend."If it's on your mind let Scott know, he may do it."
"Oh man, this is so great. Dred Scott, I've never seen a naked guy before, not even in magazines, just lottery. Could I get a nearer aspect ?"

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

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

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

"OK Sarah, get along 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 state, but there was a steady oozing of clear fluid from the slit at the tip. I don't think the girls were intimate about the differences between a circumcised and uncircumcised penis. I could see that the prepuce was still pulled back from that self-conceited head. He almost looked to be cut except that the peel over the beam of light was not pulled tight.

Sarah approached him and he stepped onto the workbench we had there for seating determination. It worked much well as a pedestal for this hunk. Scott's trade good were just below eye grade for Sarah and she took a respectable 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 spirit in my orb and in the psyche of my prick that if you touch it I will just explode."I knew the smell he was talking about."Sarah, if you want, you may touch and everyone can take in me get up up completely. If you don't extend to my dick everyone can actually see it happen if you want. If you want something else, just tell me."

Sarah sat in front of him, her face not more than a foot from him."My god, he smells bang-up, like null I have smelled before."She reached up and gently rubbed his lower stomach just above his Dubyuh with one hired hand while her other reached between those brilliant legs and fondled his testis gently. As she did this he sighed loudly and the clear bead of liquid state oozing out of his bastard began to expand and heavily dripped from him as if on a long cosmic string. It hung for a bit or two swinging like a pendulum as the drawstring lengthened and eventually broke. Sarah looked totally storm but not at all displeased as the strand broke and the drop cloth hit her in the right forearm much to the amusement of the other girls.

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

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

This legal action really turned on Whitney Young Dred Scott and his eubstance reacted by sending his prick pointing skyward. The head, already swollen larger than the shaft turned a slightly darker spectre of purple and if potential it appeared to break open out more. His tool grew to full severity and stood proudly up and out from his consistence, pulsing with each round of his youth sum. goodness healthy steady pulses. The sum of precum he emitted increased as the female child looked on. I am pretty sure I was enjoying seeing this as much as the young lady were.

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

"Actually no, I'm a virgin too."was the reply."I don't know how a lot farsighted I can final ; this is definitely the hottest thing I have had happen."

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

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

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

"girl, why don't you all get closer and let's see what happens."It was Joanne's proposition. The chemical group moved around youthful Scott, with his dent standing up and dripping that amazing fluid."Why doesn't everyone try to get a sample of what Scott is offering you there ? sense it, taste it, smudge it around some and see the consistence. Be thrifty though, with a young man as virile as Winfield Scott and not experienced you could get more than you asked for. He's a pissed carom ready for battle."

Everyone took turns with him, reaching up, gently swiping a finger across that amazing cockhead and feeling his sweet fluid, rubbing it around and tentatively touching their tongues to their precum covered fingers. Some took the time to gently grasp that throbbing prick and defame the head with it.

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

The affirmative reception from the entranced girl was unanimous.

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

Again, the response was obvious.

"Sarah, we'll let you have the honors again."Joanne said as she moved in to Sarah with a feeding bottle in her mitt."Hold out your paw dear, this will score it more fun."She said as she squirted a liberal quantity of a personal lubricant into her hand."Spread that around all of the respectable parts darling, it will facilitate you both have fun, and then just do what feels right."

I'm going to say, Sarah is not a bantam girl nor is Sir Walter Scott hung like a porn star, but seeing Sarah wrap her hands around that erect pecker sure accentuated the difference in size between a youth man and a Danton True Young cleaning woman. His dick looked truly Brobdingnagian as she worked her slippery hired man around the fountainhead and shaft. The glistening of the lube really made the veins stand out. His shaft literally danced in her manus it was throbbing so much.

"Oh lord, I don't think I'm going to cobbler's last too long."Sir Walter Scott moaned, his head tilted back, his optic barely loose, his voice throaty and hoarse."You might not need to be right in front of me."He warned.

Sarah moved slightly to the side and worked his glorious tool with her left hand, her right hand hand resting on his firm ass brass. She softly stroked his cheek as she slid her paw along that intemperately as sword cock from his swinging ballsack to the head, engulfing the mind with her lissome hand and giving a rebuff rotation before sliding it back down to those perfect balls dangling in his fuzzy, oil glossy scrotum.

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

This went on for no more than a few minutes. I honestly don't know how he had lasted this long. Young Scott stood here on a bench elevated so everyone could see, this beautiful Cy Young fille stroking his most personal and secret area, his read/write head tilted back, sweat shining on his sinewy physical structure as if he'd been oiled after a exercising. His legs gave the beginning breath of the impending coming 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 declare back. You could see his penis crestless wave, the glans already purple flared out as his testicles pulled up to the foot of that veiny glistening cock. Robert Falcon Scott gasped as his first gear orgasm of the dark hit him like a freight train barreling out of control. The lady friend were silent as they watched this spread out in social movement of them. The first spirt erupted from the slit in that cock as if a snake were spitting. A loggerheaded rope of seminal fluid shot out and hit the ground about six feet from Scott, the irregular was right behind and shot in an arc even further than the first. circle after rope of his jizz, thicker than I had seen before, shot from that spasming shaft. A stopcock that was still being lightly stroked by a girl who had obviously not seen anything like this before, yet instinctively seemed to know what to do to help the billet. I know I counted eight good for you hard spurts of that wondrous fluid erupting from his youthful body before they seemed to lose intensity. His genu buckled as his sexual climax subsided. He slowly lowered himself to the bench, Sarah no longer stroking but still holding onto his still hard as steel tool. My word, this was so intense even I was out of breathing space. The miss were duly impressed and showed it. Lots of"My Gods"and"riot"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 loudness of seed he had produced and the intensity of not only Scott 's sexual climax, but the stallion office.

Walter Scott lay on the terrace, his breathing coming in gasps as his mother fucker still erect and pointing over his stomach dribbled his sperm load up semen onto his belly. Not one to let the situation lessen, Joanne suggested soul get a gustatory perception of his fluid and tell the girls how it differed from the precum they had tasted just moment before. Another one of the young woman, Julie from just up the route was the first one to his side, beating even Sarah who had just removed her jizz covered hand from his throbbing cock. As George C. Scott lay there recovering, his swollen testis again relaxed in his supple poke, Julie deftly grabbed his penis at the floor and stood it straight up so she could lean down and cream the semen directly off his belly.

"It's so much thicker, the preference is about the like, form of salty but not bad, but the body is so a great deal thicker. It actually has body to it."She exclaimed. A few of the other young woman ripe naturedly voiced their disfavour that she was the first to get to try it.

"girlfriend, I think he will be able-bodied to make more. search at him, that cock of his may have softened some, but I imagine of person goes right back to operate on it, it will regain 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, cave in this a try. I think you have an idea what to do with it"Julie coaxed her friend.


To be continued .