This is a story about fun in the body politic.
My gens is Scott and I really am an 18-year-old farm boy from Iowa. I have a lady friend I have been with for two years now and we are both virgins. We have done a lot of playing around without going all the way. That will occur later.
This story is a fantasy of mine that my daughter is cognisant of. She loves it and has a true fun and daring blotch herself.
Initially this story was submitted under another name and was three chapters. Here I have tried to correct some of the weaknesses to prepare it easier to read and cause corrected some grammatical errors. It truly amazes me how many times I can show this and not spot errors.
I do own my school workload, plus my farming and piece of work to restrain me fussy, so additions will come slowly. Please be affected role. I will try to have quality submissions when I can.
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This is a illusion of mine and I want it to absorb on.





"daddy, can I babble out 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 Within brown hair and John Brown eye to match. Her skin is a trench tan from the early summer sun and her time washed-out outdoors swimming and gardening on our small acreage.

"Sure, dearest, you can speak to me anytime."

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

Sarah had become my girl'topper acquaintance since we moved here last spring just after school had let out for the summer vacation. Janet had gone out for softball game and met many great people and turn fast friends with the daughter on the team. Sarah, standing at 5'3"and weighing just less than 100 lbs. with beautifully wavy light brown tomentum, blue eyes and the whitest teeth you had ever seen smiling at you was also a treat to the eyes of any male who was not gay or suddenly.

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

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

"Well babe, your mom has a good headway on her shoulders, there must be something to consider here. What is your arcsecond request ?"

"dad, you know Sarah is an only shaver, no brothers or sis. I really want her to have a special time being welcomed into fair sex. Sweet 16 is a pretty big business deal, I want her to think back it for a long time."

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

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

"Oh 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 worry. If the stemmer is over 18, he could be in trouble too."

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

"What, an underage sprigger ? How will you receive an minor boy willing to do something like that ? Who do you have in brain ?"

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

She was right ; I knew rectify away of whom she was thinking. George C. Scott is a great looking untested man, 17, light brown to dark blond hair's-breadth, lightly tanned skin, thick grey eyes and a smiling that could kill. Standing at 5'10 ”, having a mesomorphic but light build, and weighing about 155 lbs. with broad shoulders and chest tapering down to a small 28"waist, he was exactly what any budding teenage age girl would care to see. We had all seen him dance too and knew he had the motion. We had moved into a humble town in south cardinal Iowa. It was a very biotic community oriented place with tidy sum of trade good family entertainment. Twice a week in the summer clip the town council blocked off the street on the northwards side of the town square and had a street dance. Sometimes it was careen, sometimes country, one prison term this summer they even had some blue devil and ballroom dancing. He could do it all.

"Walter Scott, expert grief honey, we know his parents. How could I ask them about something like this ? Janet, what exactly did your female parent say ?"

"Daddy, delight ? 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. testament you ask him ?"

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

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

"Geeze, honey, I'm going to birth to imagine about this. Give me metre to speak to your mother and form this out in my head."

"Ok, but hurriedness papa, her birthday is in two weeks."

So this is how it all started. We had moved to this orbit at the end of fountain just after school had dismissed for the summer. My always pop daughter was trying very hard to put together a party that would be unacceptable to top. We were just getting settled in, just a normal syndicate doing all the family things. Church, extracurricular activities, study and some right diversion occupied our sentence on our 40-acre hobby farm in the southern parting of the most beautiful state in the country. I may be partial, but I was raised here. So far we had not been disappointed either. Our farm was surrounded by rolling James Jerome Hill of big craw nation and eatage. Our neighbors'large farm bordered the backwaters of a very large unpaid lake the Army Corp of Engineers had built about 40 year ago. To quote a line from one of our favorite movies"Is this heaven ?"“ No, it's Iowa."We loved it.

Over the side by side couple of days as I pondered what to do about this I watched the body process in the field of battle that bordered our modest acreage. The land was owned by the Curry's, Scott's family. It was a well-kept piece of land that they were using as pasture this class. I had seen Scott throughout the day working on fences, repairing gates, mowing and thing like that. As I watched this young man work I could certainly understand why the girls swooned over him. He usually wore some drawn down dungaree, belted to his narrow coxa, work kick, and as the day progressed, no shirt, giving the mankind a chance to see that gilded tegument ripple and flex as the house muscles below worked. I admit I kind of wanted to see him with the girls too.

I had absolutely no idea how to wreak this up to Scott's parents without making us sound like freaks. One afternoon, I saw his father, Dan, out checking on the progress Scott had made in the field. Pentateuch prescribing who is creditworthy for what when dealing with neighbors and fence are pretty confusing to non-farmer type like us, so I decided to go out and chit-chat with him to see what I could learn. While we were talking Scott came up and acknowledged me with a well-disposed smile and"how-do-you-do Mr. Walker."He then caught his father up on the advance he had made, the employment left to be done and his plan for completing it. He finished with,"I think I'll go fishing now."to which Dan replied"Have fun."With that Walter Scott walked back to their old farm truck, opened the door and pulled out a trite pair of cutoff boxershorts. As he was with the truck door heart-to-heart and the positioning of the truck he was shielded from thought from our household, the road, and anyone in the lea but his father and me. He just stripped out of his employment clothes with his back to us and pulled on the cutoff short pants. For a import he was in his full nude glory, visible only from behind, but let me say, what a view. When he finished with the shorts he pulled on some old sneakers, reached into the back of the truck for a small fishing rig box and a cane pole. He looked our way, gave us a wave and was off about a quarter mil through the pasture to the river.

"Wow, he certainly isn't shy, is he ?"I said to Dan, who had not really watched what had just happened but was, I'm sure, fully aware."No, he has never been shy at all, I hope you aren't offended. In the country we are form of like that."“ No, not at all,"I replied."I kind of bid Janet was more like that. Growing up in the city never really gave her a chance to go through 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 plan and ended up blurting out the voice about her hoping for a stripper. I had actually said it before I thought about what I was saying. I tried very hard not to freeze. Dan's response actually surprised me.

"lady friend will be girlfriend"was all he said."They really aren't any different from boy that age."

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

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

"Well Dan, it gets regretful than that."I told him,"They have a young man in mind to make for the sprigger ?"“ You may vary your intellect when you hear who."

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

"Probably, they seem to really wish the approximation of Scott doing it. Are you repulsed by us and by the idea now ?"

Dan thought for awhile as he drove a few staples into a post, fastening the wire tightly."No, not really, Scotty's always been pretty democratic with the miss, 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 sentence myself. He might be willing to do it. Is this something you are really dangerous about ?"

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

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

We talked for a while longer about city life vs. country life, how the kids are different in many room but alike in others, and just lifetime in worldwide. It was a great eve visiting and I guess we lost track of time. The theme 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 gaga idea.

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

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

"What's up Mr. Walker ?"
"Winfield Scott, I have something to ask you and I have no thought how to go about it. You may get mad, you may be embarrassed, you may need to exit, I don't know, and I don't want to lose you as a booster. You and your class have been proficient to us since we got here."

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

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

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

"Well Scott, this is the heavy component. Janet wants the party to be particular, and the only thing she can think of is to get mortal to disinvest for the miss. That will be a political party to remember and something especial for Sarah."

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

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

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

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

"Wow, stripping, for neighbor girls. I never thought about that. How many little girl ? What all do they require ? Do they want me to go to a G-string ? Wow, it's a lot to cogitate about."

"Scott, I know what they want. I'm going to admit, it sounds like fun, but I don't think I could have done it at your age. Watching you, I can see that you aren't shy, but this is asking a lot. I know they'd love to see you fully nude for a minuscule bit at to the lowest degree, but they have mentioned possibly playing volleyball game or croquet afterwards, and if you'd hitch nude statue for office of that. Sir Walter Scott, Janet has saved and is volition to pay."

"Man, fully nude huh ? I never thought about this. It sounds kind of fun. What guy wouldn't like to accept some girlfriend fussing over him like that ? How a great deal do you guess she'd pay ?

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

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

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

With that he nodded, turned his backrest on me and approached his truck. Even in those cutoff I could see this kid had matter going on. He put his Fish, pole, and tackle in the back, climbed in the rump and started the truck."I have to get these fish cleaned, I'll let you know."With that he drove away leaving me standing in the pasture as the sun sank. I felt like an idiot, but his reply had been anything but shock absorber or repulsion, in fact, he sounded as if he had a cocksure position about it.
I walked base 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 laughter, did he think we were imbecile ?

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

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

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

"Mr. Walker, it's Winfield Scott, can we tattle ?"
"Sure Robert Falcon Scott, when ?"

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

principal was our horse, half quarter horse and half hackney pony. A beautiful animal, concordat for a horse cavalry but much too big to be a pony, very gentle and willing to do anything asked of her.

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

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

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

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

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

"We are thinking here, down at the pond. It's pretty secluded, but candid enough for some unspoiled games. There is a berth for a bonfire for cooking and sitting around afterwards. Plus, we can bring the motortruck down for the medicine and not bother anyone. I don't think we want to be too loud or bother any neighbors. Are you for certain 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 partiality pull away clothes or g strings or anything. We are just ordinary people."

"Scott, I don't think that matter. We have all seen you dance uptown during the street dances. I think you have relocation no matter what is playing. I think that's what matters. I think if you wear your normal garb and don't lace up your boots so you can kick them off, you can do the residue. Besides, if you come over dressed like that, it will appear born and we can really sell it to the female child 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 hanker sleeve denim work shirt, sudor stained in the the right way situation and open about halfway down his chest exposing a Andrew Dickson White tee shirt, faded and worn blue blue jean that hung loosely on his slender hips with the whang holding them up and his employment boots.

"Looks unadulterated Dred 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 think you will require that ? Maybe we should see your motion and determine if you need something else under them."What I was really hoping for was a luck to see this he-man perform and to see the reaction of a female observation him. I had never considered anything like this before and couldn't believe how easily it was coming together and the attitude of everyone involved.

"fountainhead Joe, I can kick in it a try."With that he pulled out his I-pad and started it playing a country Song dynasty with a good beat. It was Boot Scootin Boogey by Brooks & Dun. I guess I wouldn't have thought of that as a call for baring, but watching him move sure made a worshipper of me. Scott shuffled around during the first verse just dancing as young people do. His sense of rhythm was spot on and his moves were so natural and fluid I had almost forgotten what was to hap. 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 stringent fitting sleeveless t shirt and of trend his cap advertising a big brand of seed Zea mays. Not bad at all. As he spun around you could see how his rachis and berm brawniness were accentuated by the cut and tight fit of that shirt. His pectoral and nipples captivated your attention in the social movement enough that you barely noticed the scurvy contribution hugging those well-formed abs. As I said earlier, Scott was a slim kid, but he was well muscled. His butt nicely filled his denim as did the computer software in front. The indorse verse began and he again danced around. He stuck out his hired man and pulled Joanne up to trip the light fantastic as well, as he would one of the invitee."A little audience participation would be fun."He said. I really hadn't thought process of this. He spun her back to the side and during the verse he worked on unfastening his smash and trouser. 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 time. The refrain began and he whipped off his sock as those loose jeans tried to act upon their way over that magnificent ass. I have no musical theme how anyone can look honest removing air sock, but he somehow made it a fleshly experience. By the time the chorus was over the first time his pants were around his mortise joint and he worked to get them over his infantry. I can't severalize you how great he looked deflexion over and pulling his base through the legs. He was wearing boxers, just as he had said. Nice black boxers with some Andrew D. White or silvery pattern on them, tight in the redress situation but liberate enough that you could see he was quick, relaxed and swinging where it was sure to be appreciated. The strain was over and Scott stood there in the moonlight on that tender evening with the slightest lustre of effort on that athletic body. His lucky haircloth looked almost ash gray in the moonlight and shine from his white teeth told you who big his smile was.

"Well, do you cerebrate the relocation are OK, Joe ?"

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

"I really didn't."he laughed,"I just thought a tight paced vocal might be practiced for it."

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

"Oh, you want the whole display here ? No Problem, I guess I shouldn't have wasted the intact world-class verse."

With that he began the song at the last chorus and gracefully slue his hand into the sides of those boxers, working them over his hip joint. All I can say now is WOW, what a sight. As the underwear cleared his package he shook them down his ramification and jumped out of them, leaving them in the skunk at his feet. Again, he did the boogie as the birdsong finished, leaving cypher to the imagination, yet moving enough that you couldn't get a really adept smell at the goods.

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

Winfield Scott, this 5'10"nation boy weighing 150-155 lbs. of muscle stood totally nude not 10 invertebrate foot from us in the brilliantly Moon. My Divine, he was antic. We had watched this untried man work shirtless many times, but to see him like this, inviting inspection. His height, his weight, his neck size of it and extensive shoulders to the V of his collarbone, his proportions were flawless. His torso from that collarbone to his broad pectus with the well-formed pectorals with the dime sized pap on them, to the chiseled and formed abs and continuing to that narrow waist left you wondering if anyone could be Sir Thomas More perfect. Continuing down from his shank to the powerful muscular thighs, past his bulging calves to a twain of perfectly shaped groundwork and toes was to see something akin to Michelangelo's David. As you may bear guessed, the ripe piece was hanging between his branch. skillful lord, how could the kid pack this away from view ? Nestled in a nest of curly unaccented brown pubic tomentum his penis hung heavily over a sack that was well slack up and warm and should take been swinging had it not been for its fullness. That stopcock, uncut ! Yes, uncut, slightly thinner where it exited his physical structure and growing in girth as it rested over that scrotum that appeared to have two walnuts inside. The foreskin nicely covered the read/write 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 ramification spread slightly as she reached out and down, encircling that fantastic genitalia, her fingers slipping behind the sack, her thumb over the top where his mother fucker emerged for that wonderful bush. She felt his warmth, the massiveness of those testicles, that member growing in both distance and cinch.

"Wow Sir Walter Scott, I never imagined you would calculate like this. Do you suppose you would allow the lady friend to tinct ?"she asked him.

"Really, tactile sensation ? Do you believe they would want to ? I would think they might be too shy in strawman of their friends, or laughing too hard to need 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 small pasture at our pond totally nude while my wife held and fondled his privates as if it were completely natural talking with us about letting our 16 year old girl and her acquaintance play with him.

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

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

Scott smiled and for the first meter blushed. Surprise, surprise, the kid does let a demarcation line and Joanne had found it. She gently squeezed him, gave a little shake and said,"Think about it and let us know what you decide."With that she let go of him and stepped back."You're pretty at simpleness here Scott, how about we toss a baseball around a bit to see if you are OK with it ?"With that she tossed us both a glove as she picked up a baseball glove and ball for herself. Here we are, of late eventide on a beautiful night playing grab with a neighbour nude 17 class old son as if it were done everywhere all the clock time. We played and talked for about 15 second until we saw headlights pull into our driveway. We knew that would be Janet coming home."Scott, let's finis this up, we don't want Janet to come up down and see you, we'd much rather save it for the party."

As we put matter away, Winfield Scott still nude brushed against Joanne and she casually reached down to scrutinize him once more."Scott, I can't conceive how well-heeled going you are, but you are going to throw to let us see this thing as it is intended to be."Walter Scott smiled and blushed again slightly as she gave his dong a quick pull.

"I can read upkeep of that Mrs. Walker."he said."No need for you to do that, it might be More fun if they can just watch it."With that he stepped back, casually wiped his pilus and side and that beautiful incision began to lengthen and swell. The girth of it was what amazed me. It began by just growing in duration, the head pushing out of that beautiful foreskin. As it popped out, the size of it of it caught both our eyes. The hide pushed past the corona exposing the swollen headway in its entirety. What a eyeshot. It continued to lengthen and also began to rise off that nut pocket, allowing a much better view. Very few fuzz, it was still easygoing and lissom, appearing to hold a twain of walnut, fairly turgid, definitely business firm. As it swelled to its full glory, it pointed up at about a 45-degree slant, neither to the left nor to the right. The node absolutely looked like a mushroom cloud on the end. The tool was pure for its intended job. His nuts hung heavily below, still swinging in the warm air.

"Dred Scott, you are perfect."was Joanne's comment."Are you going to be able to get home with that like that, or will you require to get hold of 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 on, always leave em wanting more. We'll let you get dressed and get home."

With that Joanne and I headed to the theater, script in helping hand. I think this is going to be a good night for us. The days leading up to the company went quickly after that. Joanne and I had decided not to recount Janet that Scott was going to descend to the party. We thought that the letdown and having her be surprised with the rest of the girls would cater the most fun. I told her that I was just not capable 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 guest and let them know what the design was. It went about like Dan had said it would. Almost all of the parents thought it sounded like a fun meter and that girls that age were ready to see something like this. Only one family was not in favor and just told us they would not let their girl attend, but that they would stimulate no trouble. How everyone raised their nipper was their patronage. In the end, they came over to see us the night before the party and asked if it would be OK if they did give up their daughter to fall 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 position. She decided to make the near of it and planned a really prissy party. good food, for cat you can do hot dogs and Burger, french-fried potatoes, or just pizza pie and something to drink in and call it secure. I guess it doesn't go that way with missy. Homemade lasagna, salads, ice emollient and coat all served down at the pool. They were thinking about doing a footling sportfishing ( country girls ) but knowing that there was going to be a boy down there with frail theatrical role swinging around I nixed the idea of having lure or anything sharp there.

You're welcome Scott, lol.

We had the food for thought all down there and by early afternoon the girls were arriving. A big tent, sleeping bags, and anything else they needed just appeared and was set up very easily. The United States Army should be this efficient. They had a cracking afternoon swimming and doing whatever else girls do. As the sun begin to drop off, the nutrient came out and they ate. fille don't eat like boys do, I can order you that. As they finished up Janet told the girl, I really had hoped for something else, but I guess we can play some games. We have softball, volleyball, and croquet, what will it be. The entrance could not bear been near timed.

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

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

"Do I understand that soul has a birthday 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 girls cheered and encouraged her."This is what we need, a guy at the party."He took her deal and pulled her up and into the center field of the clearing. They did a nice dumb dance together and he ended wishing her a well-chosen birthday and leaning in to softly kiss her on the sassing. You could see she was surprised and very pleased.

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

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

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

"Honey, try a dissolute birdsong. I know he can scoot the kicking, if you get the hint. He'll start slowly ; the chemical reaction of you girls will define how the night goes. Why don't you girls all dance with him and get loosened up before we put in the Boogie."

And so it began, within two strain the girls were all up and dancing, Winfield Scott in the middle of the grouping took each one for a few moment and moved on. The lady friend were clearly enjoying it. George C. Scott even pulled my wife into the fray and for a moment took my script as the girls all laughed and teased. This kid really knew how to work a crew and as far as I could severalize 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 steps so they could all see him. As the outset refrain began, just as he did during our reassessment, he kicked off his iron heel and pulled off his shirt. The girls, still not knowing how far this was going to go barrack him. I will say, in the setting sunlight he looked even better than in the wickedness. During the second poesy he sashayed through the girls and they reached out to refer or squeeze him. He didn't appear to be nervous at all. During the endorsement chorus he pulled off that t shirt and his drogue. Joanne and I had already looped the song around to give him time to uncase completely without stopping. As the chorus repeated itself, Dred Scott pulled Janet into him, knowing that she knew what the end resolution was supposed to be. As he danced, more slowly in front man of her, with the other girls watching, Janet undid his whack. That task accomplished Janet pulled Sarah, the birthday girl in to aid. Laughing and blushing Sarah pulled back and screamed. Her friends all pushed her back to Walter Scott and she deftly reached down to unfasten the push button at the top of his fly. A few of the other girls reached in to do the slide fastener. What a situation it was, girls laughing and carrying on with a smiling unseasoned man dancing in front of them. He backed away and danced as his trouser slid down those legs. Those Sami black boxers with the silver medal figure on them appeared and the girls shouted their approval. As Scott pulled his feet out of the legs there were one or two readiness of deal feeling his lower book binding and bum. He tossed the jeans aside with the rest of his clothes and danced the final chorus with them in just his underdrawers. Joanne and I allowed the song to end. It's not a terribly yearn song but it had played through twice as he stripped. In the warm humid air of the summertime evening Robert Scott had developed a courteous sheen of sweat glistening on his body. It looked really amazing, as if he were oiled up.

"wellspring girls, enough of this. Robert Scott probably has upright affair to do."

The laughter catcalls, and groans of displeasure all mixed to add to the humor of the post. The young lady begged for more.

"Robert Falcon Scott, are you OK ?"I asked.

"Doing mulct sir."was his answer.

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

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

Joanne hit the playing period clit and the music began again. Dred Scott reached to Sarah, took her hands and placed them just below his pelvic girdle on the legs of his boxers. As before, you could see he was warmly and matter were going on. The fact that the shorts fit tightly over the mound of his ass but had room in the front for some movement did not scat the attention of the miss. 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 paw and placed her hands back on his rose hip. She began to slowly slue his boxers down. The missy grew quiet, but you could smell out the anticipation. As Sarah pulled down, to a greater extent of Scott came into view. She stopped as his pubic hair came into view."Oh, thank God he didn't trim down it or shave it"Joanne whispered to me."He is so perfect."The base of his penis was just coming into perspective as Sarah reached forward and ran her fingers through Scott's soft bush. Janet reached around from behind and gently tweaked and rubbed his nipples, to which Scott flexed slightly. The front inside the shorts was noticed by all. Sarah leaned in and ran her nose into his curly bush and said,"He smells great !"Again her deal went to his short pants and she pulled them smoothly to his ankle where he stepped out of them. For the kickoff metre, this 17-year-old hunk stood fully nude in front of a group of the fairer sex, any of which at that moment would throw probably let him father their nestling. The tensity was visible and erotic ; the girls'care was locked.

Robert Scott's acrobatic body was perfection personified. His tan was evident, his intensity level and muscle tone apparent and his easy going position was the topper. His penis, though still flaccid was plumped to pretty lots its full size. It truly was slenderer at the base, growing in circumference as it neared the head. The skin was pulled fully off the darkness glans which appeared damp in the evening sun. His penis hung heavily just off his scrotum, not touching, but certainly not erect. There were plentifulness of oooo's and ahhhhh's from the trance audience. Scott looked around at the little girl ogling his nude form and flexed his groin muscularity, causing that magnificent phallus to jump for the girls. His nut hung heavily behind, swing gently with his crusade. Sarah reached up placing her hired hand on Scott's trunk just above the trilateral of pubic hair and tickled lightly. As George C. Scott's abs rippled, his testicles raised and then lowered again. The head of his cock swelled noticeably and drew a quiet down gasp from the fille. As it swelled and subsided slightly there appeared a big drop of crystal clear precum. This was incredibly erotic but we wanted to extend things. Joanne put another Song on and Winfield Scott looked up and smiled appreciatively. He began to dance, grasping Sarah's and Janet's hands as he did. The song was another fast paced line of merchandise dance birdcall and the missy all jumped up falling into a traffic circle around young Scott and began joining in. Several more songs followed, all fast paced and keeping the missy moving. Finally a few slower songs came on and Scott took turns dancing with each of the female child. All of the girls took time to get a handful of what they wanted to see and hand it a lenify squeeze play or shake.

After a skillful half hour of dancing we figured Scott was probably ready for a fracture."Hey everyone, let's eat. I imagine Sir Walter Scott will need a rest and some fuel if he is going to be honorable for the quietus of the evening."It was Joanne who initiated the rest break for him, bless her.

Sure, a eternal sleep break, like that was going to happen. I guess the intentions were trade good, but it clearly wasn't what the girls wanted. They didn't really back off at all. I really had no estimate they would be this brazen about it with chaperone around. We got Scott something to drink which he gladly took and gave him a towel with which to pass over himself off. Lord, this kid was great. I was getting pretty covetous of this Pres Young stud as I watched him withdraw his prisonbreak. Watching him dry himself from the lather, his arms up as he dried his pilus and aspect, a Nice harvest of brusque light brown haircloth in his axilla matching the light brown curly thick pubes down below was pretty intense. His faint John Brown hair on his school principal, not too long, but bleached lightly by the sun from his farseeing hours working really made him appear to be a gift from the heavens.

The conversation from the missy as he did this was mostly that none of them had ever been this last to a naked boy or able to really ensure out what he had in particular. Some of the daughter had brother but it had been ages since anyone had seem them naked, and certainly not in any form of aroused state of matter. It was clear-cut they wanted a presentment of how the male physical structure and generative arrangement operated.

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

Sarah, it's your party, what do you cerebrate ?"it was Janet being the courteous boniface asking her in effect Quaker."If it's on your mind let Scott know, he may do it."
"Oh man, this is so great. Robert Falcon Scott, I've never seen a defenseless guy before, not even in powder magazine, just drafting. Could I get a near look ?"

"I suppose I could allow that. How about we let everyone feel now as closely as you like and if you want later maybe you could induce a peek in common soldier ?"

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

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

"OK Sarah, come up on up, what do you desire to see ?"George C. Scott asked as casually as if he were asking if she'd like more iced tea. That cock of his was still in its semi aroused state, but there was a steady ooze of illuminate fluid from the slit at the tip. I don't think the young woman were knowledgeable about the differences between a circumcised and uncircumcised penis. I could see that the prepuce was still pulled back from that puff up header. He almost looked to be cut except that the skin over the shaft was not pulled tight.

Sarah approached him and he stepped onto the Bench we had there for seating role. It worked much better as a pedestal for this hunk. Scott's trade good were just below eye stratum for Sarah and she took a respectable feel.

"It's not laborious is it ?"

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

Sarah sat in front of him, her face not More than a foot from him."My god, he smells great, like nix I have smelled before."She reached up and gently rubbed his lower 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 illuminate drop of liquid oozing out of his prick began to elaborate and heavily dripped from him as if on a long string. It hung for a 2d or two swinging like a pendulum as the string lengthened and eventually broke. Sarah looked totally surprise but not at all displeased as the string broke and the drop hit her in the flop 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 oral cavity and gave a quick punch."Not bad at all. A little salty."She stated blushing brightly as she did.

This action really turned on Pres Young Scott and his physical structure reacted by sending his pecker pointing skyward. The head, already swollen larger than the jibe turned a slightly darker shade of purple and if possible it appeared to flare out more. His cock grew to full hardness and stood proudly up and out from his body, pulsing with each musical rhythm of his Cy Young heart. practiced healthy steady beat. The amount of precum he emitted increased as the daughter looked on. I am pretty surely 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 response."I don't have it off how lots longer I can go ; this is definitely the hot thing I have had happen."

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

Laughing he answered,"Not a opportunity. I don't know how many fourth dimension I can go with you all here, but I know I am well for awhile."

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

"Girls, why don't you all get nigher and let's see what happens."It was Joanne's proposition. The group moved around Danton True Young George C. Scott, with his peter standing up and dripping that amazing fluid."Why doesn't everyone try to get a sample distribution of what Scott is offering you there ? experience it, taste it, smear it around some and see the consistency. Be careful though, with a youthful man as virile as Robert Falcon Scott and not experienced you could get more than you asked for. He's a loaded cannon ready for battle."

Everyone took turns with him, reaching up, gently swiping a finger's breadth across that amazing cockhead and feeling his invigorated fluid, rubbing it around and tentatively touching their lingua to their precum covered fingers. Some took the time to gently get the picture that throbbing dickhead and denigrate the head with it.

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

The approbative reply from the entranced girls was unanimous.

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

Again, the answer was obvious.

"Sarah, we'll let you have the purity again."Joanne said as she moved in to Sarah with a feeding bottle in her script."Hold out your hands dear, this will make it more fun."She said as she squirted a liberal quantity of a personal lube into her bridge player."Spread that around all of the good parts darling, it will help you both have fun, and then just do what feels right."

I'm going to say, Sarah is not a tiny lady friend nor is Scott hung like a porn star, but seeing Sarah wrap her mitt around that tumid tool sure accentuated the difference in size between a young man and a Whitney Moore Young Jr. woman. His cock looked truly huge as she worked her slippery hand around the top dog and gibe. The glistening of the lube really made the venous blood vessel stand out. His cock literally danced in her paw it was throbbing so much.

"Oh lord, I don't think I'm going to net too long."Scott moaned, his question tilted back, his eyes barely out-of-doors, his voice throaty and hoarse."You might not want to be right in front of me."He warned.

Sarah moved slightly to the side and worked his magnificent tool with her left paw, her correct hand resting on his firm ass nerve. She softly stroked his buttock as she slid her hand along that difficult as steel stopcock from his swinging ballsack to the head, engulfing the mind with her supple hand and giving a slight rotation before sliding it back down to those unadulterated ballock dangling in his fuzzy, oil glossy scrotum.

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

This went on for no Sir Thomas More than a few min. I honestly don't live how he had lasted this recollective. Whitney Moore Young Jr. Scott stood here on a bench elevated so everyone could see, this beautiful young girlfriend stroking his most personal and private areas, his head tilted back, effort shining on his brawny body as if he'd been oiled after a exercising. His branch gave the first confidential information of the impending sexual climax that was about to be witnessed by the grouping. His knee joint buckled, but he caught himself, his rose hip thrust forward and his shine ass clenched as he tried to take hold back. You could see his penis sheik, the glans already purple flared out as his testicles pulled up to the base of that veiny glistening putz. Scott gasped as his first climax of the night hit him like a freightage train barreling out of ascendency. The girls were silent as they watched this unfold in straw man of them. The first spurt erupted from the slit in that cock as if a snake were spitting. A thick rope of seminal fluid shot out and hit the ground about six feet from Scott, the second was proper behind and shot in an arc even further than the maiden. roach after rope of his jizz, thicker than I had seen before, shot from that spasming cock. 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 serve the post. I know I counted eight healthy inviolable spurts of that wondrous fluid erupting from his youthful body before they seemed to lose intensity. His knee buckled as his orgasm subsided. He slowly lowered himself to the terrace, Sarah no longer stroking but still holding onto his still hard as brand tool. My Holy Writ, this was so acute even I was out of breath. The girls were duly impressed and showed it. Lots of"My Supreme Being"and"scream"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 bulk of seminal fluid he had produced and the loudness of not only Scott 's sexual climax, but the entire situation.

Winfield Scott lay on the bench, his breathing coming in gasps as his prick still erect and pointing over his stomach 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 tell the girls how it differed from the precum they had tasted just moments before. Another one of the girls, Julie from just up the route was the first one to his position, beating even Sarah who had just removed her jizz covered hired man from his throbbing cock. As George C. Scott lay there recovering, his swollen testicle 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 semen directly off his belly.

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

"Girls, I think he will be capable to make to a greater extent. Look at him, that cock of his may have softened some, but I imagine of individual goes right back to work on it, it will regain everything it has lost."Joanne suggested.
With that, Julie backed off and still holding Scott at the base offered him to Carolyn, another 16-year-old soph from school."Here, apply this a try. I think you have an mind what to do with it"Julie coaxed her friend.


To be continued .