This is a write up about fun in the area.
My name is Sir Walter Scott and I really am an 18-year-old farm boy from Iowa. I have a girlfriend I have been with for two years now and we are both Virgin. We have done a lot of playing around without going all the way. That will add up later.
This story is a fantasy of mine that my girl is aware of. She loves it and has a on-key fun and daring streak herself.
Initially this narrative was submitted under another name and was three chapters. Here I have tried to correct some of the failing to induce it easier to read and have corrected some grammatical errors. It truly amazes me how many times I can take this and not spot errors.
I do have my school workload, plus my agriculture and workplace to keep open me busy, so additions will come slowly. Please be patient. I will try to have caliber submissions when I can.
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This is a fantasy of mine and I want it to string on.





"pappa, can I talk to you ?"It was my daughter, Janet who had just turned 16 and is the apple of my eye. She is a beauty, but I could be biased. She stands about 5'4"weighs an athletic 112 lbs., has gorgeous light brown hair and John Brown heart to match. Her peel is a deep tan from the early summertime sun and her sentence worn out open air swimming and gardening on our diminished acreage.

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

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

Sarah had become my daughters'outdo Friend since we moved here last spring just after school had let out for the summer holiday. Janet had gone out for playground ball and met many great people and get degenerate friends 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 fuzz, spicy eyes and the whitest teeth you had ever seen smiling at you was also a delicacy to the eyes of any male who was not gay or absolutely.

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

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

"Well babe, your mom has a skilful nous on her shoulders, there must be something to consider here. What is your indorse request ?"

"Daddy, you know Sarah is an only minor, no brothers or Sister. I really want her to have a special sentence being welcomed into womanhood. Sweet 16 is a pretty big slew, I want her to remember it for a foresightful time."

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

"Well, I don't bang 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 noble, 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 problem. If the stripper is over 18, he could be in difficulty too."

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

"What, an underage ecdysiast ? How will you find an underage boy leave to do something like that ? Who do you have in mind ?"

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

She was right ; I knew rightfield away of whom she was thinking. Scott is a slap-up looking offspring man, 17, light brown to dark blond whisker, lightly tanned hide, deep grey oculus and a grin that could kill. Standing at 5'10 ”, having a sinewy but light physique, and weighing about 155 lbs. with broad shoulder joint and thorax tapering down to a minuscule 28"waist, he was exactly what any budding stripling age young woman would like to see. We had all seen him trip the light fantastic too and knew he had the motility. We had moved into a belittled town in south telephone exchange Ioway. It was a very community oriented place with lots of soundly menage entertainment. Twice a week in the summer fourth dimension the town council blocked off the street on the north side of the town square toes and had a street dance. Sometimes it was rock'n'roll, sometimes country, one clock time this summer they even had some blues and dance palace dancing. He could do it all.

"Robert Falcon Scott, serious heartache beloved, we know his parents. How could I ask them about something like this ? Janet, what exactly did your female parent say ?"

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

"Ask him ? Honey, I haven't even said you can do it. This is a pretty big deal. Where are you going to ingest this party ? right hand here in the house ? A young man strutting his hooey right here in the support room ?"

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

"Geeze, honey, I'm going to suffer to conceive about this. Give me time to talk to your mother and variety this out in my head."

"Ok, but hurry pappa, her birthday is in two weeks."

So this is how it all started. We had moved to this area at the end of spring just after school had dismissed for the summer. My always democratic daughter was trying very hard to put together a party that would be out of the question to top. We were just getting settled in, just a normal family doing all the family matter. church service, extracurricular activities, workplace and some serious refreshment occupied our prison term on our 40-acre hobby farm in the southern parting of the most beautiful state in the commonwealth. 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 bountiful crop state and pastures. Our neighbors'large farm bordered the backwaters of a very large amateur lake the ground forces corporation of technologist had built about 40 yr ago. To quote a ancestry from one of our pet movies"Is this paradise ?"“ No, it's Iowa."We loved it.

Over the next duet of solar day as I pondered what to do about this I watched the activity in the field of operation 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 twelvemonth. I had seen Walter Scott throughout the day working on fence, repairing gates, mowing and things like that. As I watched this young man piece of work I could certainly understand why the girls swooned over him. He usually wore some worn blue jeans, belted to his narrow hip joint, work boots, and as the day progressed, no shirt, giving the humankind a chance to see that golden skin ripple and flex as the firm muscles below worked. I admit I form of desire to see him with the girls too.

I had absolutely no idea how to bring this up to Robert Falcon Scott's parents without making us go like nut. One afternoon, I saw his Church Father, Dan, out checking on the progress Scott had made in the landing field. constabulary prescribing who is responsible for what when dealing with neighbors and fence are pretty confusing to non-farmer character like us, so I decided to go out and visit with him to see what I could learn. While we were talking George C. Scott came up and acknowledged me with a friendly grinning and"hullo Mr. Walker."He then caught his father up on the progression he had made, the body of work left to be done and his program for completing it. He finished with,"I think I'll go fishing now."to which Dan replied"Have fun."With that Scott walked back to their old farm hand truck, opened the room access and pulled out a well-worn pair of cutoff boxers. As he was with the truck door open and the position of the truck he was shielded from vista from our house, the road, and anyone in the ley but his father and me. He just stripped out of his work clothes with his back to us and pulled on the cutoff shorts. For a moment he was in his full nude statue resplendency, visible only from behind, but let me say, what a opinion. When he finished with the shorts he pulled on some old tennis shoe, reached into the binding of the truck for a diminished rig box and a cane pole. He looked our way, gave us a Wave and was off about a fourth knot through the pasturage to the river.

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

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

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

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

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

"well Dan, it gets worse than that."I told him,"They have a Lester Willis Young man in intellect to play the exotic dancer ?"“ You may shift 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 like the idea of Scott doing it. Are you repulsed by us and by the idea now ?"

Dan thought for awhile as he drove a few basic into a post, fastening the wire tightly."No, not really, Scotty's always been pretty pop with the girls, and he is really coming out of his scale now. I know he isn't shy. I've seen him swimming in the river a few metre myself. He might be bequeath to do it. Is this something you are really serious about ?"

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

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

We talked for a spell longer about city life vs. country life, how the tiddler are different in many ways but alike in others, and just spirit in oecumenical. It was a capital eventide visiting and I guess we lost track of time. The case of the company 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 good nighttime. Looks like supper tomorrow night."he said. We both allowed as it did indeed look like a skilful nights fishing.

"Was there something you were talking about ? Should I leave ?"was his question."No Scott, you had secure check, 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 George C. Scott with the pickup and me standing in the field. The sun was setting ; the evening was turning cool down yet I began to sweat.

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

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

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

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

"fountainhead Dred Scott, this is the voiceless contribution. Janet wants the party to be exceptional, and the only thing she can intend of is to get mortal to leach for the girls. That will be a company to retrieve and something limited for Sarah."

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

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

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

Now it was my turn to gag."Are you kidding George C. Scott, the why is the easy piece. 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 family and telling Janet no."

"Wow, husking, for neighbor girls. I never thought about that. How many young woman ? What all do they desire ? Do they need me to go to a G-string ? Wow, it's a lot to think about."

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

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

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

"Wow, $ 400 to see me uncase and wreak some plot. 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 cover on me and approached his truck. Even in those cutoff I could see this kid had things going on. He put his fish, pole, and tackle in the backbone, climbed in the tail end and started the hand 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 stupor or repulsive force, in fact, he sounded as if he had a convinced posture about it.
I walked home not knowing what to think.

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

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

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

At 10:00 my electric cell phone rang."how-do-you-do ?"

"Mr. footer, it's Robert Scott, can we let the cat out of the bag ?"
"Sure Scott, when ?"

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

sensation was our horse, one-half quarter horse and half hackney pony. A beautiful animal, powder compact for a horse but much too big to be a pony, very gentle and willing to do anything asked of her.

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

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

"I think so Mr. Walker. Are you sure you and Mrs. 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 political party going to be here or are you having it someplace else ?"

"We are thinking here, down at the pond. It's pretty secluded, but out-of-doors enough for some good games. There is a plaza for a bonfire for cooking and sitting around afterwards. Plus, we can get the hand truck down for the euphony and not bother anyone. I don't think we want to be too garish or bother any neighbour. Are you sure enough your parents are OK with this ?"

"Yep, my parents and I had a talk about it, I don't suppose it matters whether I do it or not, I will be teased now. It's sort of flattering. I have no musical theme if I can really strip or not. I mean, I don't have any fancy shoot away wearing apparel or g strings or anything. We are just ordinary people."

"Scott, I don't think that matters. We have all seen you dance uptown during the street saltation. I think you have motion no matter what is playing. I think that's what subject. I think if you wear your rule dress and don't lace up your boots so you can sound off them off, you can do the balance. Besides, if you come over dressed like that, it will appear rude and we can really deal 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 right places and open about halfway down his chest exposing a gabardine T-shirt, faded and worn amobarbital sodium jeans that hung loosely on his slender pelvic girdle with the bash holding them up and his study boots.

"looking at perfect Dred Scott, what variety of underwear do you usually wear ?"

"I usually wear boxers, red or black. I suppose I could put something tighter like a Speedo or supporter on under them if you think I should."

"I don't know ; do you cerebrate you will involve that ? Maybe we should see your relocation and decide if you need something else under them."What I was really hoping for was a prospect to see this stud perform and to see the reaction of a 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.

"Well Joe, I can apply it a try."With that he pulled out his I-pad and started it playing a rural area song with a unspoilt beat. It was kicking Scootin Boogey by Brooks & Dun. I guess I wouldn't have thought of that as a Song for denudation, but watching him move sure made a truster of me. Scott shuffled around during the low gear 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 materialise. When the refrain came up he unbuttoned his shirt and kicked off his boots simultaneously. He was left in his jean and a really skillful looking soaked fitting bootless t shirt and of course his cap advertising a prominent stain of seed corn whisky. Not bad at all. As he spun around you could see how his back and shoulder heftiness were accentuated by the cut and tight fit of that shirt. His pecs and nipple captivated your aid in the figurehead sufficiency that you barely noticed the miserable part hugging those grammatical abs. As I said earlier, Scott was a slim kid, but he was well muscled. His butt nicely filled his jeans as did the package in battlefront. The second verse began and he again danced around. He stuck out his hand and pulled Joanne up to dance as well, as he would one of the guests."A little audience involution would be fun."He said. I really hadn't persuasion of this. He spun her back to the side and during the rhyme 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 jean tried to work their way over that brilliant ass. I have no idea how anyone can look good removing socks, but he somehow made it a sultry experience. By the fourth dimension the chorus was over the low gear fourth dimension his trouser were around his ankles and he worked to get them over his feet. I can't evidence you how dandy he looked bend over and pulling his metrical unit through the ramification. He was wearing boxers, just as he had said. Nice Shirley Temple boxers with some white or silver radiation diagram on them, tight in the right on spot but lax enough that you could see he was warm, unstrain and swinging where it was sure to be appreciated. The birdcall was over and Sir Walter Scott stood there in the Moon on that warmly evening with the slight shininess of perspiration on that athletic organic structure. His prosperous hair looked almost silver in the moonlight and radiance from his bloodless tooth told you who big his smiling was.

"wellspring, do you consider the moves are OK, Joe ?"

"You're kidding, ripe Scott ? That looked fantastic. 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 birdcall might be just for it."

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

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

With that he began the birdsong at the last chorus line and gracefully slid his mitt into the side of meat of those boxers, working them over his pelvic arch. All I can say now is WOW, what a sight. As the underclothing cleared his package he shook them down his legs and jumped out of them, leaving them in the skunk at his feet. Again, he did the boogie as the song finished, leaving nothing to the imagery, yet moving enough that you couldn't get a really proficient expression at the goods.

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

Dred Scott, this 5'10"country boy weighing 150-155 lbs. of muscleman stood totally nude painting not 10 human foot from us in the bright moonshine. My master, he was wild. We had watched this untried man work shirtless many times, but to see him like this, inviting inspection. His altitude, his weight, his neck size of it and broad shoulders to the V of his collarbone, his dimension were flawless. His torso from that collarbone to his extensive breast with the grammatical pectorals with the dime bag sized nipples on them, to the well-defined and organise abs and continuing to that specialize waist left you wondering if anyone could be to a greater extent unadulterated. Continuing down from his waist to the powerful muscular thigh, past his bulging sura to a pair of perfectly shaped metrical foot and toes was to see something akin to Michelangelo's David. As you may have guessed, the beneficial component was hanging between his legs. Good Lord, how could the kid ring this away from perspective ? Nestled in a nest of curly get down brown pubic hair his penis hung heavily over a sack that was well relaxed and fond and should take in been swinging had it not been for its fullness. That cock, uncut ! Yes, uncut, slightly slender where it exited his body and growing in cinch as it rested over that scrotum that appeared to have two walnuts inside. The foreskin nicely covered the straits of that magnificent prick without grotesquely hanging off the tip. He stood there nude for our critical review. Joanne slowly approached him, reaching out. His legs scatter slightly as she reached out and down, encircling that wild genitals, her digit slipping behind the sack, her ovolo over the top where his pecker emerged for that wonderful bush. She felt his fondness, the heft of those testicles, that member growing in both length and girth.

"Wow Scott, I never imagined you would look like this. Do you recall you would leave the little girl to contact ?"she asked him.

"Really, touch ? Do you think they would want to ? I would think they might be too shy in forepart of their Quaker, or laughing too hard to want to really do much."

This was incredible, a 17 year old neighbour boy we had known for about 6 weeks and who had been nothing but friendly to us was standing in our low pastureland at our pond totally naked while my married woman held and fondled his genital organ as if it were completely raw talking with us about letting our 16 year old daughter and her protagonist play with him.

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

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

Scott smiled and for the first prison term blushed. Surprise, surprise, the kid does take a limit and Joanne had found it. She gently squeezed him, gave a little shake and said,"Think about it and let us know what you decide."With that she let go of him and stepped back."You're pretty at 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 mitt and ball for herself. Here we are, recently eventide on a beautiful night playing snatch with a neighbors nude 17 yr old son as if it were done everywhere all the clip. We played and talked for about 15 minute until we saw headlight rend into our driveway. We knew that would be Janet coming home."Sir Walter Scott, let's finish this up, we don't want Janet to come up down and see you, we'd often rather save it for the party."

As we put things away, Robert Scott still nude brushed against Joanne and she casually reached down to visit him once more."Scott, I can't believe how soft going you are, but you are going to suffer 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 warm pull.

"I can take care of that Mrs Walker."he said."No pauperism 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 head pushing out of that beautiful foreskin. As it popped out, the size of it caught both our eye. The skin pushed past the corposant exposing the swollen head in its entirety. What a view. It continued to lengthen and also began to climb off that nut sac, allowing a much better view. Very few hairs, it was still soft and lissom, appearing to hold a couple of walnut, fairly prominent, definitely firm. As it swelled to its fully glory, it pointed up at about a 45-degree angle, neither to the left nor to the right. The pommel absolutely looked like a mushroom cloud on the end. The shaft was perfect tense for its mean job. His nuts hung heavily below, still swinging in the fond air.

"Scott, you are perfect."was Joanne's scuttlebutt."Are you going to be able to get habitation with that like that, or will you need to lease upkeep of it ?"

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

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

With that Joanne and I headed to the sign of the zodiac, manus in hand. I think this is going to be a skillful night for us. The daylight leading up to the party went quickly after that. Joanne and I had decided not to say Janet that Scott was going to fall to the party. We thought that the disappointment and having her be surprised with the rest period of the girls would allow the most fun. I told her that I was just not able to number up with a way to ask his parents about it. What I had really done was quietly go around to the early parents of the guests and let them be intimate what the architectural plan was. It went about like Dan had said it would. Almost all of the parents thought it sounded like a fun fourth dimension and that girls that age were ready to see something like this. Only one family was not in party favour and just told us they would not let their girl attend, but that they would cause no problems. How everyone raised their youngster was their line of work. In the end, they came over to see us the nighttime before the party and asked if it would be OK if they did allow their daughter to hail 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 miss understood my position. She decided to make the secure of it and planned a really nice party. effective food, for guys you can do hot pawl and Warren Burger, chips, or just pizza and something to drink and call it good. I guess it doesn't go that way with girls. Homemade lasagne, salads, ice cream and cake all served down at the pond. They were thinking about doing a niggling fishing ( area girls ) but knowing that there was going to be a boy down there with frail region swinging around I nixed the theme of having draw or anything sharp there.

You're receive Scott, lol.

We had the nutrient all down there and by early afternoon the little girl were arriving. A big collapsible shelter, sleeping bags, and anything else they needed just appeared and was set up very easily. The Army should be this efficient. They had a great afternoon swimming and doing whatever else girls do. As the sun begin to shed, the food came out and they ate. young woman don't eat like son do, I can tell you that. As they finished up Janet told the little girl, I really had hoped for something else, but I guess we can play some plot. We have softball, volleyball game, and croquet, what will it be. The entry could not accept been upright timed.

"How about some dance ?"a young but emphatically masculine voice said.

All the girls spun around to see Scott standing beside the collapsible shelter. The scream that came from Janet was unconvincing. The look she shot at me was priceless. It was total of surprisal and gratitude at the same clock time."YOU DID IT !"she mouthed to me.

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

With that he approached Sarah with his deal outstretched. She reached up and took it, not knowing what was happening. The lady friend cheered and encouraged her."This is what we need, a guy at the party."He took her hand and pulled her up and into the gist of the clarification. They did a nice slow dance together and he ended wishing her a felicitous birthday and leaning in to softly buss her on the mouth. You could see she was surprised and very pleased.

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

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

"Oh, this is smashing, how do we get him to set forth ?"

"dear, try a debauched song. I know he can dart the flush, if you get the suggestion. He'll start slowly ; the reaction of you girls will determine how the night goes. Why don't you girls all dancing with him and get loosened up before we put in the Boogie."

And so it began, within two call the miss were all up and dancing, George C. Scott in the middle of the radical took each one for a few moments and moved on. The young woman were clearly enjoying it. Scott even pulled my wife into the ruffle and for a moment took my mitt as the female child all laughed and teased. This kid really knew how to sour a crowd and as far as I could recite was just doing what seemed right.

After two or three songs I put in the the boot Scootin boogie-woogie and cranked it up a bit. The fille all lined up with Scott in straw man calling out the stairs so they could all see him. As the first off chorus began, just as he did during our review, he kicked off his kick and pulled off his shirt. The girls, still not knowing how far this was going to go cheered him. I will say, in the setting sunlight he looked even better than in the darkness. During the s poesy he sashayed through the fille and they reached out to allude or force him. He didn't appear to be nervous at all. During the indorsement chorus he pulled off that t shirt and his socks. Joanne and I had already looped the song around to render him clip to strip completely without stopping. As the chorus line repeated itself, Scott pulled Janet into him, knowing that she knew what the end result was supposed to be. As he danced, more slowly in nominal head of her, with the other girls watching, Janet undid his rap. That task accomplished Janet pulled Sarah, the birthday fille in to assist. Laughing and blushing Sarah pulled back and screamed. Her friends all pushed her back to Dred Scott and she deftly reached down to unfasten the button at the top of his fly. A few of the other lady friend reached in to do the zipper. What a situation it was, fille laughing and carrying on with a smiling Whitney Young man dancing in front of them. He backed away and danced as his pants slid down those leg. Those same black boxer with the silver pattern on them appeared and the girls shouted their approval. As George C. Scott pulled his feet out of the legs there were one or two sets of manpower feeling his lower back and butt. He tossed the blue jean aside with the rest of his dress and danced the finale chorus line with them in just his shorts. Joanne and I allowed the Sung to end. It's not a terribly long call but it had played through twice as he stripped. In the warm humid air of the summer evening Sir Walter Scott had developed a nice luster of sweat glistening on his body. It looked really perplex, as if he were oiled up.

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

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

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

"Doing delicately sir."was his answer.

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

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

Joanne hit the dramatic play clitoris and the music began again. Scott reached to Sarah, took her hands and placed them just below his rosehip on the legs of his boxer. As before, you could see he was warm and things were going on. The fact that the shortstop fit tightly over the mounds of his ass but had room in the front for some movement did not get out the tending of the girls. Sarah reached her hands around to the nominal head of his underdrawers and gave a credit crunch to which Scott gave her a mild slap on the hands and placed her hands back on his hips. She began to slowly slew his boxers down. The girl grew quiet, but you could sense the anticipation. As Sarah pulled down, more of Scott came into purview. She stopped as his pubic tomentum came into view."Oh, thank God he didn't garnish it or trim it"Joanne whispered to me."He is so perfect."The base of his phallus was just coming into view as Sarah reached forward and ran her finger through Scott's soft pubic hair. Janet reached around from rump and gently tweaked and rubbed his mammilla, to which Scott flexed slightly. The drift inside the shortstop was noticed by all. Sarah leaned in and ran her poke into his curly George Bush and said,"He smells neat !"Again her hired man went to his trunks and she pulled them smoothly to his articulatio talocruralis where he stepped out of them. For the first time, this 17-year-old hunk stood fully nude in front of a group of the fairer sex, any of which at that import would have probably let him generate their child. The tensity was seeable and erotic ; the lady friend'attention was locked.

Robert Scott's athletic body was perfection personified. His tan was discernible, his strong point and muscular tissue tone apparent and his soft going attitude was the topper. His penis, though still flaccid was plumped to pretty much its full size. It truly was slenderer at the home, growing in circumference as it neared the drumhead. The cutis was pulled fully off the dark glans which appeared moistness in the evening sun. His penis hung heavily just off his scrotum, not touching, but certainly not erect. There were plenty of oooo's and ahhhhh's from the captivated hearing. Walter Scott looked around at the girls ogling his nude person soma and flexed his groin sinew, causing that glorious extremity to jump for the fille. His testicles hung heavily behind, swing gently with his movement. Sarah reached up placing her hand on Scott's body just above the triangle of pubic hair and tickled lightly. As Walter Scott's abs rippled, his bollock raised and then lowered again. The point of his turncock swelled noticeably and drew a muted gasp from the girls. As it swelled and subsided slightly there appeared a gravid drop of crystal unclouded precum. This was incredibly erotic but we wanted to prolong thing. Joanne put another birdsong on and Scott looked up and smiled appreciatively. He began to dance, grasping Sarah's and Janet's hands as he did. The call was another fast pace line saltation Song and the young woman all jumped up falling into a set around untested Scott and began joining in. Several more than Song followed, all fast paced and keeping the girls moving. Finally a few slower songs came on and Scott took turns dancing with each of the lady friend. All of the girls took time to get a fistful of what they wanted to see and give it a gentle squeeze or shake.

After a just one-half hour of dancing we figured Scott was probably ready for a break."Hey everyone, let's eat. I imagine Robert Falcon Scott will need a ease and some fuel if he is going to be good for the rest of the evening."It was Joanne who initiated the balance jailbreak for him, bless her.

Sure, a rest breakage, like that was going to happen. I guess the intentions were near, but it clearly wasn't what the girls wanted. They didn't really back off at all. I really had no melodic theme 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. Lord, this kid was great. I was getting pretty envious of this Cy Young stud as I watched him take his break. Watching him dry himself from the swither, his arms up as he dried his hairsbreadth and face, a courteous crop of short luminousness Brown haircloth in his armpit matching the unclouded brown curly thick pubes down below was pretty intense. His light brown fuzz on his pass, not too long, but bleached lightly by the sun from his longsighted time of day working really made him look to be a gift from the heavens.

The conversation from the girls as he did this was mostly that none of them had ever been this close to a naked boy or capable to really check out what he had in point. Some of the girlfriend had comrade but it had been geezerhood since anyone had seem them naked, and certainly not in any sorting of fire nation. It was clear they wanted a demonstration of how the male body and reproductive system operated.

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

Sarah, it's your party, what do you think ?"it was Janet being the gracious server asking her near friend."If it's on your mind let Scott fuck, he may do it."
"Oh man, this is so swell. Scott, I've never seen a naked guy before, not even in clip, just drawing. Could I get a closer look ?"

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

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

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

"OK Sarah, come on up, what do you require to see ?"Sir Walter Scott asked as casually as if he were asking if she'd like more frost tea. That shaft of his was still in its semi aroused commonwealth, but there was a unbendable oozing of take in fluid from the slit at the tip. I don't think the girls were learned about the differences between a circumcised and uncircumcised penis. I could see that the foreskin was still pulled back from that egotistical head. He almost looked to be cut except that the skin over the gibe 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. Scott's goods were just below eye level for Sarah and she took a good looking at.

"It's not gruelling is it ?"

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

Sarah sat in front of him, her face not to a greater extent than a foot from him."My god, he smells peachy, like zippo I have smelled before."She reached up and gently rubbed his down stomach just above his bush with one hand while her other reached between those magnificent branch and fondled his testicle gently. As she did this he sighed loudly and the absolved drop of liquid oozing out of his SOB began to lucubrate and heavily dripped from him as if on a long chain. It hung for a 2d or two swinging like a pendulum as the drawing 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 right forearm much to the entertainment of the other girls.

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

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

This action really turned on young Winfield Scott and his body reacted by sending his prick pointing skyward. The fountainhead, already swollen declamatory than the ray turned a slightly darker nicety of purple and if possible it appeared to irrupt out more. His hammer grew to full hardness and stood proudly up and out from his body, pulsing with each cadence of his youthful heart and soul. Good healthy truelove pulses. The amount of precum he emitted increased as the miss looked on. I am pretty certain I was enjoying seeing this as very much as the lady friend were.

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

"Actually no, I'm a virgin too."was the answer."I don't sleep together how a good deal foresighted I can finis ; this is definitely the raging thing I have had happen."

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

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

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

"missy, why don't you all get penny-pinching and let's see what happens."It was Joanne's proffer. The group moved around young Dred Scott, with his prick standing up and dripping that amazing fluid."Why doesn't everyone try to get a sampling of what Scott is offering you there ? sense it, taste it, smear it around some and see the consistency. Be measured though, with a young man as potent as Sir Walter Scott and not experienced you could get more than you asked for. He's a smashed shank ready for battle."

Everyone took crook with him, reaching up, gently swiping a finger across that amazing cockhead and feeling his freshly fluid, rubbing it around and tentatively touching their tongues to their precum covered finger's breadth. Some took the prison term to gently savvy that throbbing prick and smear the head with it.

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

The plausive response from the catch fille was unanimous.

"How would you ladies like to see him cum ? I'm sure that as excited as Scott is he will be able-bodied 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 nursing bottle in her hand."Hold out your custody dear, this will spend a penny it more fun."She said as she squirted a bountiful amount of a personal lubricant into her script."Spread that around all of the expert parts darling, it will help you both have fun, and then just do what find right."

I'm going to say, Sarah is not a lilliputian girl nor is Scott hung like a porn star, but seeing Sarah wrap her manus around that erect puppet sure accentuated the conflict in size between a Edward Young man and a young woman. His shaft looked truly huge as she worked her slippery mitt around the head and shaft. The glistening of the lubricating substance really made the vena stand out. His cock literally danced in her hand it was throbbing so much.

"Oh Divine, I don't think I'm going to final stage too long."Scott moaned, his head tilted back, his eyes barely open, his voice throaty and hoarse."You might not want to be good in presence of me."He warned.

Sarah moved slightly to the slope and worked his glorious instrument with her left hand, her proper hand resting on his firm ass cheek. She softly stroked his cheek as she slid her hand along that knockout as brand shaft from his swinging ballsack to the head, engulfing the headspring with her lissom hired man and giving a slender rotation before sliding it back down to those perfective balls dangling in his fuzzy, oil slick scrotum.

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

This went on for no More than a few arcminute. I honestly don't know how he had lasted this farsighted. Loretta Young Walter Scott stood here on a bench elevated so everyone could see, this beautiful young girl stroking his most personal and private surface area, his head tilted back, sweat shining on his powerful eubstance as if he'd been oiled after a workout. His legs gave the first hint of the impending climax that was about to be witnessed by the group. His knees buckled, but he caught himself, his hips thrust forward and his smoothen ass clenched as he tried to view as back. You could see his penis beau, the glans already purple flared out as his ball pulled up to the base of that veiny glistening peter. Scott gasped as his showtime orgasm of the dark hit him like a lading train barreling out of control. The female child were silent as they watched this unfold in forepart of them. The maiden spurt erupted from the slit in that cock as if a snake were spitting. A dense forget me drug of semen shot out and hit the priming coat about six substructure from Winfield Scott, the endorsement was in good order behind and shaft in an arc even further than the first. roofy after rope of his jizz, thicker than I had seen before, shot from that spasming cock. A cock that was still being lightly stroked by a fille who had obviously not seen anything like this before, yet instinctively seemed to make out what to do to help the situation. I know I counted eight healthy potent spurt of that toppingly fluid erupting from his vernal physical structure before they seemed to miss strength. His knees 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 brand shaft. My word, this was so intense even I was out of breath. The girls were duly impressed and showed it. Lots of"My Supreme Being"and"Wows"and"I've never seen anything like that."were heard from the group. I looked at my wife and could see that even she seemed to be surprised by the sheer book of ejaculate he had produced and the strength of not only Scott 's orgasm, but the intact situation.

Scott lay on the bench, his breathing coming in gasps as his whoreson still erect and pointing over his stomach dribbled his sperm laden semen onto his belly. Not one to let the position lessen, Joanne suggested somebody get a taste of his fluid and distinguish the girl 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 side, beating even Sarah who had just removed her jizz covered hand from his throbbing cock. As Scott lay there recovering, his swollen testicle again relaxed in his supple sac, Julie deftly grabbed his member at the base and stood it straight up so she could lean down and drub the semen directly off his belly.

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

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


To be continued .