This is a story about fun in the country.
My name is Scott and I really am an 18-year-old farm boy from IA. I have a girlfriend I have been with for two years now and we are both Virgo the Virgin. We have done a lot of playing around without going all the way. That will come later.
This 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 story was submitted under another name and was three chapters. Here I have tried to make up some of the weaknesses to induce it easier to translate and accept corrected some grammatical errors. It truly amazes me how many times I can scan this and not spot errors.
I do ingest my schoolhouse work load, plus my husbandry and piece of work to keep me in use, so additions will get slowly. Please be affected role. I will try to feature lineament submission when I can.
Your comments have been greatly appreciated and I hope you will continue with constructive literary criticism. If you have a disconfirming response, I would really wish to get wind what you do n't like. Please be constructive.
This is a fancy of mine and I want it to draw on.





"pa, can I let the cat out of the bag to you ?"It was my daughter, Janet who had just turned 16 and is the Malus pumila of my eye. She is a beauty, but I could be biased. She stands about 5'4"weighs an acrobatic 112 lbs., has gorgeous get off brown hair and brownish eyes to match. Her cutis is a deeply tan from the early on summer sun and her clock time spent open swimming and gardening on our small land area.

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

"Daddy, you know that Sarah is turning 16 in two weeks. I'd really like to throw her a special party. 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 nutrient and drink if you'll give permission."

Sarah had become my girl'respectable friend since we moved here last spring just after shoal had let out for the summer vacation. Janet had gone out for softball and met many great masses and become fast supporter with the girls on the team. Sarah, standing at 5'3"and weighing just to a lesser extent than 100 lbs. with beautifully wavy clean brown hair, blue-blooded eyes and the livid teeth you had ever seen smiling at you was also a goody to the eyes of any male who was not gay or dead.

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

"Well Dad, I want it to be really extra. First off, I want a sleepover with 10 or 15 of us total. Mom said that was fine, it was my second idea she wasn't too certain about and said that I had to talk to you about."

"well babe, your mom has a good head on her berm, there must be something to consider here. What is your second base asking ?"

"papa, you know Sarah is an only child, no brothers or sisters. I really want her to have a peculiar time being welcomed into womanhood. Sweet 16 is a pretty big batch, I want her to commemorate it for a farseeing time."

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

"Well, I don't bonk how to ask, so I'll just blunder 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 difficulty. If the stripper is over 18, he could be in trouble too."

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

"What, an underage stripteaser ? How will you find an underage boy willing to do something like that ? Who do you give birth in mind ?"

"I think I know the perfect guy, and I am unforced to bet he will do it. You know him too. It's Scott, the guy who was baling hay for us finish 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 in good order away of whom she was thinking. Scott is a bully looking young man, 17, light brown to dark blond pilus, lightly tanned skin, deep grey eyes and a grin that could kill. Standing at 5'10 ”, having a muscular but lightness build, and weighing about 155 lbs. with all-encompassing shoulder joint and dresser tapering down to a little 28"waist, he was exactly what any budding stripling age girl would like to see. We had all seen him dance too and knew he had the moves. We had moved into a modest townsfolk in south central IA. It was a very community oriented berth with piles of beneficial family entertainment. Twice a hebdomad in the summer time the township council blocked off the street on the north face of the town square and had a street saltation. Sometimes it was rock, sometimes country, one clip this summer they even had some blues and ballroom dancing. He could do it all.

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

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

"Ask him ? Honey, I haven't even said you can do it. This is a pretty big deal. Where are you going to have this political party ? rightfulness here in the sign of the zodiac ? A Whitney Young man strutting his stuff right here in the living 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 have lots of fun with him down there if you will please say yes."

"Geeze, honey, I'm going to give birth to consider about this. pass me time to talk to your mother and form this out in my head."

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

So this is how it all started. We had moved to this field at the end of saltation just after school day had dismissed for the summertime. My always popular girl 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 doing all the family matter. Church, extracurricular natural action, workplace and some good recreation occupied our time on our 40-acre rocking horse farm in the southern portion of the most beautiful state in the area. I may be fond, but I was raised here. So far we had not been disappointed either. Our farm was surrounded by rolling hills of openhanded harvest land and pastures. Our neighbors'large farm bordered the backwaters of a very large recreational lake the Army corporation of Engineers had built about 40 years ago. To quote a line from one of our favourite movies"Is this heaven ?"“ No, it's Iowa."We loved it.

Over the following duet of days as I pondered what to do about this I watched the activity in the theater of operations that bordered our modest land area. The domain was owned by the Curry's, George C. Scott's fellowship. It was a well-kept firearm of land that they were using as grazing land this year. I had seen Scott throughout the day working on fences, repairing Gates, mowing and matter like that. As I watched this Edward Young man workplace I could certainly sympathise why the girlfriend swooned over him. He usually wore some tire juicy jeans, belted to his narrow pelvic girdle, work boots, and as the day progressed, no shirt, giving the world a opportunity to see that gilded peel ripple and flex as the firm muscles below worked. I admit I kind of wanted to see him with the girlfriend too.

I had absolutely no melodic theme how to impart this up to Scott's parents without making us sound like lusus naturae. One afternoon, I saw his Father of the Church, Dan, out checking on the advancement Scott had made in the battleground. Laws prescribing who is responsible for what when dealing with neighbor and fences are pretty confusing to non-farmer types like us, so I decided to go out and call with him to see what I could learn. While we were talking George C. Scott came up and acknowledged me with a friendly smile and"howdy Mr. Walker."He then caught his Father up on the progress he had made, the work left to be done and his plan for completing it. He finished with,"I think I'll go fishing now."to which Dan replied"Have fun."With that Robert Falcon Scott walked back to their old farm truck, opened the door and pulled out a well-worn pair of cutoff short circuit. As he was with the truck threshold open and the positioning of the truck he was shielded from view from our house, the route, and anyone in the pasture but his Church Father and me. He just stripped out of his study dress with his back to us and pulled on the shortcut shorts. For a moment he was in his fully naked glory, visible only from behind, but let me say, what a opinion. When he finished with the shorts he pulled on some old sneakers, reached into the back of the motortruck for a little tackle box and a cane rod. He looked our way, gave us a wave and was off about a quarter international mile through the grazing land to the river.

"Wow, he certainly isn't shy, is he ?"I said to Dan, who had not really follow 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 commonwealth we are kind of like that."“ No, not at all,"I replied."I variety of regard Janet was more like that. Growing up in the urban center never really gave her a fortune to experience that."

One affair led to another and pretty soon Dan and I were talking about how Janet was fitting in. I just started talking about the party she was hoping to plan and ended up blurting out the constituent about her hoping for a exotic dancer. 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.

"fille will be girls"was all he said."They really aren't any dissimilar from boys that age."

"Really ? I had no idea 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 okay and if there are any that don't, they will just not let their daughter go. I don't think anyone would have any problem for you knowing that everyone who was demo had the patronage of their parents."

"well Dan, it gets worse than that."I told him,"They have a immature man in mind to playact the stripper ?"“ You may vary your judgement when you hear who."

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

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

Dan thought for awhile as he drove a few raw material into a Post, fastening the conducting wire 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 ?"

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

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

We talked for a while longer about city life vs. country life, how the kid are different in many shipway but alike in others, and just life in general. It was a corking evening visiting and I guess we lost cart track of prison term. The issue of the party came back around and I asked if Dan thought I would be ok asking him about it or if he thought it was a crazy idea.

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

"Was there something you were talking about ? Should I forget ?"was his question."No Robert Falcon Scott, you had better stay, I think I'll leave."Was the reply from Dan. Wow, I got nervous all of a sudden. Dan climbed aboard the Gator and left, leaving Walter Scott with the tone arm and me standing in the theatre of operations. The sun was setting ; the eventide was turning cool yet I began to sweat.

"What's up Mr. Walker ?"
"Scott, I have something to ask you and I have no idea how to go about it. You may get mad, you may be embarrassed, you may require to leave, I don't know, and I don't want to drop off you as a friend. You and your family have been adept to us since we got here."

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

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

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

"wellspring Robert Scott, this is the hard theatrical role. Janet wants the political party to be exceptional, and the only thing she can remember of is to get someone to despoil for the girls. That will be a 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 Sir Walter Scott. To attain it really fun, they are requesting that YOU be the one to strip for them ?"

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

Now it was my bit to laugh."Are you kidding Robert Falcon Scott, the why is the promiscuous persona. The will you is the question I am worried about. I was terrified to ask you this, but I can't bear the thought process of going back to the house and telling Janet no."

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

"Walter 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 dear to see you fully nude for a slight bit at least, but they have mentioned possibly playing volleyball or croquet afterwards, and if you'd stay nude person for part of that. Sir Walter Scott, Janet has saved and is willing to pay."

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

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

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

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

With that he nodded, turned his rachis on me and approached his truck. Even in those cutoffs I could see this kid had affair going on. He put his fish, pole, and tackle in the back, climbed in the butt and started the motortruck."I have to get these Pisces cleaned, I'll let you know."With that he drove away leaving me standing in the pastureland as the sun sank. I felt like an idiot, but his answer had been anything but shock or standoff, in fact, he sounded as if he had a positive posture about it.
I walked abode not knowing what to think.

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

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

Janet was on top of the world when she went to her way. It seems just the sentiment of this happening had her on overcast nine. I don't know what will happen if he says no.

At 10:00 my cadre phone rang."hi ?"

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

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

Star was our horse, half quarter horse and one-half hackney pony. A beautiful animate being, covenant for a horse but much too big to be a trot, very gentle 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 easy going manner of this kid just amazes me. It's as if nada surprisal him.
We walked out to the b."Hey Dred Scott, we weren't expecting to try from you so soon. Have you decided ?"

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

"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 pond. It's pretty secluded, but unresolved enough for some honorable games. There is a place for a balefire for preparation and sitting around afterwards. Plus, we can institute the truck down for the music and not bother anyone. I don't think we want to be too loud or bother any neighbors. 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 visualise tear away dress or g strings or anything. We are just ordinary people."

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

"Wow, Mr.Wal…..Joe that sounds like it could work. So, I'll just strip out of these ?"He was wearing exactly what I thought he should be. He had on a foresightful sleeve denim work shirt, sweat stained in the compensate places and open about halfway down his chest exposing a white tee shirt, faded and worn blue sky blue jean that hung loosely on his slender pelvis with the belt holding them up and his work boots.

"aspect perfect Sir Walter Scott, what sort of underwear do you usually wear ?"

"I usually wear boxers, red or pitch-dark. 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 consider you will need that ? Maybe we should see your moves and determine if you need something else under them."What I was really hoping for was a opportunity to see this stud perform and to see the reaction of a female 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 open it a try."With that he pulled out his I-pad and started it playing a land song with a skillful beat. It was kick Scootin Boogey by creek & Dun. I guess I wouldn't have thought of that as a call for stripping, but watching him move sure made a believer of me. Scott shuffled around during the first verse just dancing as young masses do. His sense of rhythm was spot on and his moves were so natural and fluid I had almost forgotten what was to bechance. When the refrain came up he unbuttoned his shirt and kicked off his kicking simultaneously. He was left in his dungaree and a really good looking tight fitting sleeveless t shirt and of track his cap advertising a big sword of source corn. Not bad at all. As he spun around you could see how his back and shoulder brawn were accentuated by the cut and tight fit of that shirt. His pectoral and mammilla captivated your care in the front enough that you barely noticed the lower part hugging those well-formed abs. As I said earlier, Scott was a slender kid, but he was well muscled. His butt nicely filled his jean as did the package in front. The second poesy began and he again danced around. He stuck out his hand and pulled Joanne up to trip the light fantastic as well, as he would one of the guests."A minuscule audience participation would be fun."He said. I really hadn't thought of this. He spun her back to the side of meat and during the verse he worked on unfastening his belt and pants. Just as the verse ended he whipped off that shirt and let it fly to her and she caught it handily, blushing and laughing the entire time. The refrain began and he whipped off his socks as those loose jeans tried to figure out their way over that magnificent ass. I have no estimate how anyone can look dependable removing wind sock, but he somehow made it a carnal experience. By the metre the Greek chorus was over the first base time his pants were around his mortise joint and he worked to get them over his feet. I can't order you how cracking he looked bend over and pulling his feet through the legs. He was wearing shorts, just as he had said. Nice blacken drawers with some white or silver pattern on them, tight in the redress places but loose enough that you could see he was warm, relax and swinging where it was for sure to be appreciated. The Song was over and Scott stood there in the moonlight on that lovesome evening with the slightest sheen of fret on that acrobatic consistency. His golden fuzz looked almost silver in the moonlight and shine from his white teeth told you who big his grinning was.

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

"You're kidding, in good order Scott ? That looked marvelous. I'm sure everyone will enjoy that. How did you know you could strip to that ?"

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

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

"Oh, you want the solid appearance here ? No job, I guess I shouldn't have wasted the entire first verse."

With that he began the song at the cobbler's last chorus and gracefully slid his deal into the English of those boxers, working them over his hips. All I can say now is WOW, what a sight. As the underclothes cleared his package he shook them down his legs and jumped out of them, leaving them in the skunk at his foundation. Again, he did the boogie as the strain finished, leaving aught to the resourcefulness, yet moving enough that you couldn't get a really good looking at the goods.

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

Winfield Scott, this 5'10"country boy weighing 150-155 lbs. of muscular tissue stood totally nude not 10 feet from us in the bright moonlight. My lord, he was wild. We had watched this young man employment shirtless many prison term, but to see him like this, inviting inspection. His tallness, his weight, his neck size and broad berm to the V of his collarbone, his proportions were flawless. His torso from that collarbone to his broad chest with the well-formed pectorals with the dime sized pap on them, to the well-defined and formed abs and continuing to that minute waist left you wondering if anyone could be to a greater extent perfect. Continuing down from his waist to the potent muscular thighs, past his bulging calves to a couplet of perfectly shaped groundwork and toes was to see something akin to Michelangelo's David. As you may have guessed, the unspoilt portion was hanging between his legs. Good Godhead, how could the kid plurality this away from view ? Nestled in a nest of curly light brown pubic hair his penis hung heavily over a sack that was well relaxed and warm and should have been swinging had it not been for its richness. That cock, uncut ! Yes, uncut, slightly thinner where it exited his body and growing in girth as it rested over that scrotum that appeared to have two walnuts inside. The foreskin nicely covered the head of that magnificent hawkshaw without grotesquely hanging off the tip. He stood there nude for our critique. Joanne slowly approached him, reaching out. His leg 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 prick emerged for that terrific bush. She felt his warmth, the heft of those orchis, that phallus growing in both distance and cinch.

"Wow Scott, I never imagined you would front like this. Do you think you would provide the girl to touch ?"she asked him.

"Really, jot ? Do you remember they would want to ? I would think they might be too shy in strawman of their protagonist, or laughing too hard to desire to really do much."

This was improbable, 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 grass at our pond totally nude while my wife held and fondled his genitals as if it were completely natural talking with us about letting our 16 twelvemonth old daughter and her friends play with him.

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

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

Walter Scott smiled and for the first time blushed. Surprise, surprise, the kid does have a limit point and Joanne had found it. She gently squeezed him, gave a slight shake and said,"Think about it and let us experience what you decide."With that she let go of him and stepped back."You're pretty at simplicity here Scott, how about we toss a baseball around a bit to see if you are OK with it ?"With that she tossed us both a glove as she picked up a glove and ball for herself. Here we are, former evening on a beautiful night playing match with a neighbour nude 17 year old son as if it were done everywhere all the prison term. We played and talked for about 15 minutes until we saw headlight pull in into our driveway. We knew that would be Janet coming home."Sir Walter Scott, let's destination this up, we don't want Janet to come down and see you, we'd very much rather save it for the party."

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

"I can take fear of that Mrs. Walker."he said."No pauperization for you to do that, it might be more fun if they can just watch it."With that he stepped back, casually wiped his hair and face and that beautiful prick began to lengthen and swell. The girth of it was what amazed me. It began by just growing in length, the headway pushing out of that beautiful prepuce. As it popped out, the size of it caught both our eyes. The hide pushed past the Saint Ulmo's light exposing the tumesce drumhead in its totality. What a view. It continued to lengthen and also began to arise off that nut sack, allowing a much near view. Very few hairs, it was still subdued and supple, appearing to hold a pair of walnut, fairly declamatory, definitely firm. As it swelled to its full resplendence, it pointed up at about a 45-degree angle, neither to the left nor to the right. The knob absolutely looked like a mushroom on the end. The tool was complete for its specify job. His batty hung heavily below, still swinging in the strong air.

"Walter Scott, you are perfect."was Joanne's comment."Are you going to be able to get dwelling with that like that, or will you need to assume maintenance 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, always leave em wanting more. We'll let you get dressed and get home."

With that Joanne and I headed to the house, bridge player in hand. I think this is going to be a goodness night for us. The days leading up to the company went quickly after that. Joanne and I had decided not to tell apart Janet that Walter Scott was going to come up to the company. We thought that the disappointment and having her be surprised with the relief of the fille would provide the most fun. I told her that I was just not able to occur 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 guests and let them know what the program was. It went about like Dan had said it would. Almost all of the parents thought it sounded like a fun time and that missy that age were ready to see something like this. Only one category was not in favor and just told us they would not let their daughter attend, but that they would make no problem. How everyone raised their children was their business. In the end, they came over to see us the Night before the party and asked if it would be OK if they did allow their daughter to amount 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 location. She decided to make the best of it and planned a really gracious party. unspoilt food, for guys you can do hot dog and beefburger, chips, or just pizza pie and something to drink and prognosticate it good. I guess it doesn't go that way with daughter. Homemade lasagna, salads, ice pick and cake all served down at the pool. They were thinking about doing a small fishing ( rural area girls ) but knowing that there was going to be a boy down there with ticklish character swinging around I nixed the idea of having hooks or anything acuate there.

You're welcomed Scott, lol.

We had the food all down there and by early good afternoon the female child were arriving. A big tent, sleeping bags, and anything else they needed just appeared and was set up very easily. The Army should be this efficient. They had a majuscule afternoon swim and doing whatever else girls do. As the sun Begin to devolve, the food came out and they ate. daughter don't eat like boy do, I can tell you that. As they finished up Janet told the missy, I really had hoped for something else, but I guess we can bring some game. We have softball, volleyball, and croquet, what will it be. The ingress could not have been honest timed.

"How about some dancing ?"a young but by all odds masculine voice said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"honey, try a fast song. I know he can flash the boot, if you get the speck. He'll start slowly ; the response of you girls will determine how the Nox 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 lady friend were all up and dancing, Sir Walter 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 disturbance and for a moment took my hand as the miss all laughed and teased. This kid really knew how to work a crew and as far as I could narrate was just doing what seemed right.

After two or three birdsong I put in the Boot Scootin boogie-woogie and cranked it up a bit. The missy all lined up with Scott in front calling out the stride so they could all see him. As the first chorus line began, just as he did during our reappraisal, he kicked off his bang and pulled off his shirt. The girls, still not knowing how far this was going to go jolly along him. I will say, in the setting sunlight he looked even adept than in the darkness. During the second verse he sashayed through the miss and they reached out to touch or coerce him. He didn't appear to be anxious at all. During the second chorus he pulled off that t shirt and his windsock. Joanne and I had already looped the song around to consecrate him time to denude completely without stopping. As the chorus repeated itself, Robert Scott pulled Janet into him, knowing that she knew what the end result was supposed to be. As he danced, more slowly in front of her, with the other young woman watching, Janet undid his belt. That task accomplished Janet pulled Sarah, the natal day girl in to assist. Laughing and blushing Sarah pulled back and screamed. Her Quaker all pushed her back to Scott and she deftly reached down to unfasten the clit at the top of his fly. A few of the early girls reached in to do the zipper. What a site it was, girls laughing and carrying on with a smiling young man dancing in front of them. He backed away and danced as his pant slid down those pegleg. Those Saame Shirley Temple Black shorts with the silver gray figure on them appeared and the girls shouted their approval. As Scott pulled his infantry out of the ramification there were one or two sets of script feeling his low-pitched dorsum and butt. He tossed the jean aside with the rest of his apparel and danced the last chorus with them in just his boxers. Joanne and I allowed the song to end. It's not a terribly tenacious Sung but it had played through twice as he stripped. In the warm humid air of the summer eventide Robert Falcon Scott had developed a nice luster of sweat glistening on his dead body. It looked really astonish, as if he were oiled up.

"Well girls, enough of this. Scott probably has ripe things to do."

The laugh catcalls, and groan of displeasure all sundry to add to the humor of the place. The missy begged for more.

"Scott, are you OK ?"I asked.

"Doing fine sir."was his answer.

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

"Thomas More, More !"was their answer after a brief coup d'oeil at all of their friends.

Joanne hit the playing period button and the music began again. Robert Falcon Scott reached to Sarah, took her men and placed them just below his hip joint on the legs of his drawers. As before, you could see he was ardent and affair were going on. The fact that the short pants fit tightly over the mounds of his ass but had room in the front for some movement did not escape the attention of the girls. Sarah reached her hands around to the front man of his shorts and gave a squeeze to which Robert Falcon Scott gave her a balmy smack on the hands and placed her mitt back on his hips. She began to slowly slide his boxers down. The girls grew subdued, but you could sense the anticipation. As Sarah pulled down, more than of Walter Scott came into survey. She stopped as his pubic hair came into sight."Oh, thank God he didn't garnish it or trim it"Joanne whispered to me."He is so perfect."The base of his penis was just coming into horizon as Sarah reached forward and ran her finger's breadth through Scott's piano bush. Janet reached around from behind and gently tweaked and rubbed his nipples, to which Scott flexed slightly. The trend 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 work force went to his shorts and she pulled them smoothly to his ankles where he stepped out of them. For the first prison term, this 17-year-old hunk stood fully nude in front of a group of the fairer sex, any of which at that moment would have probably let him father their child. The latent hostility was seeable and titillating ; the girls'attention was locked.

Robert Falcon Scott's athletic body was perfection personified. His tan was plain, his strong suit and muscleman musical note apparent and his easy going posture was the beaver. His penis, though still flaccid was plumped to pretty much its full size. It truly was slenderer at the base, growing in circumference as it neared the drumhead. The skin was pulled fully off the night glans which appeared moistness in the evening sun. His penis hung heavily just off his scrotum, not touching, but certainly not erect. There were mint of oooo's and ahhhhh's from the captivated consultation. Sir Walter Scott looked around at the girls ogling his nude material body and flexed his bulwark brawn, causing that magnificent member to stick out for the girlfriend. His testicles hung heavily behind, swing gently with his movement. Sarah reached up placing her hand on Robert Falcon Scott's torso just above the trilateral of pubic hair and tickled lightly. As Robert Falcon Scott's abs rippled, his testicles raised and then lowered again. The head of his stopcock swelled noticeably and drew a quiet gasp from the female child. As it swelled and subsided slightly there appeared a large drop of quartz absolved precum. This was incredibly erotic but we wanted to prolong affair. Joanne put another song on and Scott looked up and smiled appreciatively. He began to trip the light fantastic, grasping Sarah's and Janet's hands as he did. The song was another fast step air dance song and the miss all jumped up falling into a circle around young Sir Walter Scott and began joining in. Several to a greater extent songs followed, all fast paced and keeping the young woman moving. Finally a few slower songs came on and Scott took turns dancing with each of the fille. All of the girl took time to get a handful of what they wanted to see and give it a gentle credit crunch or shiver.

After a adept half hour of dancing we figured Scott was probably fix for a gaolbreak."Hey everyone, let's eat. I imagine Walter Scott will need a rest and some fuel if he is going to be good for the relaxation of the evening."It was Joanne who initiated the sleep gap for him, bless her.

Sure, a relief gaolbreak, like that was going to happen. I guess the aim 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 chaperon around. We got Scott something to drink which he gladly took and gave him a towel with which to wipe himself off. nobleman, this kid was big. I was getting pretty covetous of this youthful stud as I watched him rent his break. Watching him dry himself from the sweat, his arms up as he dried his hair and brass, a prissy harvest of short Inner Light Brown hair in his axillary cavity matching the light Robert Brown curly thick pubes down below was pretty intense. His brightness level brown hair on his head, not too long, but bleached lightly by the sun from his long hours working really made him appear to be a gift from the heavens.

The conversation from the young woman as he did this was mostly that none of them had ever been this last to a raw boy or able to really check out what he had in detail. Some of the missy had brothers but it had been ages since anyone had seem them naked, and certainly not in any sort of aroused state. It was clear they wanted a demo of how the male body and reproductive organization operated.

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

Sarah, it's your political party, what do you mean ?"it was Janet being the courteous boniface asking her estimable supporter."If it's on your brain let George C. Scott know, he may do it."
"Oh man, this is so great. Scott, I've never seen a au naturel guy before, not even in cartridge holder, just drawings. Could I get a closer aspect ?"

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

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

"How many of you have never seen a guy ?"he asked. Several of the Edgar Guest indicated this was a 1st.

"OK Sarah, come on up, what do you want to see ?"Scott asked as casually as if he were asking if she'd like more iced tea. That cock of his was still in its semi aroused state, but there was a steady oozing of unmortgaged fluid from the slit at the tip. I don't think the young lady were learned about the divergence between a circumcised and uncircumcised penis. I could see that the foreskin was still pulled back from that swollen head. He almost looked to be cut except that the cutis over the shaft was not pulled tight.

Sarah approached him and he stepped onto the bench we had there for seating function. It worked much better as a pedestal for this hunk. Robert Scott's goods were just below eye level for Sarah and she took a good feel.

"It's not severe is it ?"

"No,"Scott answered easily,"but it wouldn't take much for it to get totally severely for you. Right now I have a feeling in my glob and in the question of my putz 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 watch me bone up completely. If you don't partake my dick everyone can actually see it happen if you want. If you want something else, just tell apart me."

Sarah sat in front man of him, her face not more than than a metrical unit from him."My god, he smells great, like nothing I have smelled before."She reached up and gently rubbed his lower breadbasket just above his bush with one helping hand while her other reached between those brilliant leg and fondled his testicles gently. As she did this he sighed loudly and the clear up free fall of liquid state oozing out of his pricking began to expand and heavily dripped from him as if on a farseeing strand. It hung for a second base or two swinging like a pendulum as the string lengthened and eventually broke. Sarah looked totally storm but not at all displeased as the string broke and the drop hit her in the right forearm much to the entertainment of the other little girl.

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

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

This action mechanism really turned on youthful 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 irrupt out more. His cock grew to full moon rigor and stood proudly up and out from his body, pulsing with each measure of his untried bosom. Good healthy steady pulses. The amount of precum he emitted increased as the girl looked on. I am pretty sure I was enjoying seeing this as much as the female child were.

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

"Actually no, I'm a Virgo the Virgin too."was the reply."I don't have a go at it how much farsighted I can lastly ; 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 capable to go on, or will you be done for the nighttime ?

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

As a mathematical 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 hearing just amazed me.

"girlfriend, why don't you all get nigher and let's see what happens."It was Joanne's proposition. The mathematical group moved around young Robert Falcon Scott, with his prick standing up and dripping that amazing fluid."Why doesn't everyone try to get a sample of what Robert Scott is offering you there ? Feel it, gustatory perception it, daub it around some and see the consistency. Be careful though, with a Cy Young man as virile as Scott and not experienced you could get to a greater extent than you asked for. He's a laden cannon ready for battle."

Everyone took bout with him, reaching up, gently swiping a finger across that amazing cockhead and feeling his fresh fluid, rubbing it around and tentatively touching their clapper to their precum covered finger. Some took the time to gently savvy that throbbing prick and smear the head with it.

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

The affirmative answer from the entranced little girl was unanimous.

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

Again, the answer was obvious.

"Sarah, we'll let you have the honors again."Joanne said as she moved in to Sarah with a bottle in her mitt."Hold out your mitt dear, this will realise it more fun."She said as she squirted a liberal amount of a personal lubricating substance into her hand."Spread that around all of the trade good parts darling, it will avail you both have fun, and then just do what feels right."

I'm going to say, Sarah is not a tiny daughter nor is Walter Scott hung like a porn whiz, but seeing Sarah wrap her hands around that rear tool sure accentuated the difference in sizing between a Edward Young man and a young woman. His cock looked truly huge as she worked her slippery hand around the oral sex and rotating shaft. The glistening of the lubricant really made the veins stand out. His pecker literally danced in her hired man it was throbbing so much.

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

Sarah moved slightly to the slope and worked his magnificent tool with her left mitt, her right wing hired hand resting on his firm ass cheek. She softly stroked his buttock as she slid her handwriting along that firmly as steel shaft from his swinging ballsack to the capitulum, engulfing the mind with her supple hand and giving a slender revolution before sliding it back down to those consummate ballock dangling in his fuzzy, oil slick scrotum.

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

This went on for no more than a few transactions. I honestly don't know how he had lasted this longsighted. Young Scott stood here on a Bench elevated so everyone could see, this beautiful young girl stroking his most personal and secret orbit, his chief tilted back, stew shining on his brawny body as if he'd been oiled after a physical exertion. His legs gave the first hint of the impending coming that was about to be witnessed by the group. His knees buckled, but he caught himself, his coxa thrust forward and his smooth ass clenched as he tried to hold back back. You could see his penis swell, the glans already purple flared out as his testicles pulled up to the pedestal of that veiny glistening cock. George C. Scott gasped as his initiatory orgasm of the night hit him like a freight gear barreling out of control. The girls were mute as they watched this stretch in front of them. The first jet erupted from the slit in that cock as if a Snake were spitting. A thick rope of semen shot out and hit the ground about six feet from Scott, the second was mighty behind and stab in an arc even further than the first. Rope after R-2 of his jizz, thicker than I had seen before, stroke from that spasming cock. A cock 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 situation. I know I counted eight healthy firm spurts of that wondrous fluid erupting from his youthful dead body before they seemed to lose intensiveness. His knee joint 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 Scripture, this was so intense even I was out of intimation. The girls were duly imprint and showed it. hatful of"My Gods"and"thigh-slapper"and"I've never seen anything like that."were heard from the group. I looked at my wife and could see that even she seemed to be surprised by the sheer volume of semen he had produced and the chroma of not only Winfield Scott 's orgasm, but the entire situation.

Dred Scott lay on the Bench, his breathing coming in gasps as his prick still upright and pointing over his stomach dribbled his sperm laden semen onto his belly. Not one to let the position lessen, Joanne suggested someone get a gustatory perception of his fluid and tell the girls how it differed from the precum they had tasted just instant before. Another one of the girls, Julie from just up the road was the for the first time one to his side, beating even Sarah who had just removed her jizz covered helping hand from his throbbing cock. As Robert Falcon Scott lay there recovering, his swollen screwball again relaxed in his supple sac, Julie deftly grabbed his phallus at the Base and stood it straight up so she could incline down and lap up the semen directly off his belly.

"It's so much thicker, the taste sensation is about the same, 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 other young lady good naturedly voiced their disapproval that she was the first to get to try it.

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


To be continued .