This is a story about fun in the rural area.
My name is Scott and I really am an 18-year-old farm boy from Iowa. I have a girlfriend I have been with for two twelvemonth 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 illusion of mine that my young lady is mindful of. She loves it and has a true fun and daring blotch herself.
Initially this news report was submitted under another epithet and was three chapters. Here I have tried to rectify some of the weaknesses to make it well-off to study and give birth corrected some well-formed errors. It truly amazes me how many fourth dimension I can read this and not tell apart errors.
I do induce my school workload, plus my husbandry and work to restrain me busy, so add-on will come slowly. Please be patient. I will try to feature quality submission when I can.
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This is a fantasy of mine and I want it to pass on.





"pa, can I talk to you ?"It was my daughter, Janet who had just turned 16 and is the orchard apple tree of my eye. She is a beauty, but I could be biased. She stands about 5'4"weighs an athletic 112 lbs., has gorgeous short brown hair and Robert Brown eyes to match. Her pelt is a deep tan from the too soon summertime sun and her time worn-out outdoors swimming and gardening on our small land area.

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

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

Sarah had become my daughters'best friend since we moved here last give just after school had let out for the summer holiday. Janet had gone out for softball and met many great people and become fast friends with the young woman on the squad. Sarah, standing at 5'3"and weighing just LE than 100 lbs. with beautifully wavy light brown hair, spicy eyes and the blanched dentition you had ever seen smiling at you was also a treat to the eyes of any male who was not gay or utter.

"That sounds like a just programme Jan, did your female parent have a problem 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 come. Mom said that was amercement, it was my second idea she wasn't too sure about and said that I had to talk to you about."

"well babe, your mom has a expert head on her articulatio humeri, there must be something to consider here. What is your second request ?"

"pappa, you know Sarah is an only child, no chum or sisters. I really want her to have got a exceptional fourth dimension being welcomed into womanhood. angelical 16 is a pretty big pot, I want her to think back it for a tenacious time."

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

"wellspring, I don't know how to ask, so I'll just blunder out it out."“ dada, I want to engage a stripper for her."“ Don't get worried, I already have one in mind."

"Oh lord, Janet, I don't know. This sounds pretty good. You are technically at the age of consent, but if any parents have a problem with it there could be trouble. If the stemmer is over 18, he could be in hassle too."

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

"What, an underage stripper ? How will you find oneself an underage boy willing to do something like that ? Who do you possess in psyche ?"

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

She was right ; I knew the right way away of whom she was thinking. Dred Scott is a groovy looking Young man, 17, light brown to dark blond hair, lightly tanned skin, rich grey eyes and a smile that could kill. Standing at 5'10 ”, having a muscular but igniter form, and weighing about 155 lbs. with encompassing berm and breast tapering down to a small 28"waist, he was exactly what any budding teenaged age lady friend would like to see. We had all seen him dance too and knew he had the relocation. We had moved into a minor townsfolk in south central Iowa. It was a very community oriented place with lots of good menage entertainment. Twice a calendar week in the summertime sentence the Town council blocked off the street on the north side of the town square toes and had a street terpsichore. Sometimes it was rock candy, sometimes country, one time this summer they even had some blueness and dance hall dancing. He could do it all.

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

"Daddy, please ? Mom said it was up to you. She wasn't sure about this but if you approved, she would patronize 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 ? love, I haven't even said you can do it. This is a pretty big hatful. Where are you going to have this party ? rightfield here in the house ? A young man strutting his material right wing here in the living way ?"

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

"Geeze, honey, I'm going to give to believe about this. Give me sentence to spill to your mother and sort this out in my head."

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

So this is how it all started. We had moved to this country at the end of spring just after school day had dismissed for the summer. My always popular girl was trying very hard to put together a company that would be unacceptable to top. We were just getting settled in, just a normal kinsfolk doing all the menage thing. church building, extracurricular bodily function, work and some good recreation occupied our time on our 40-acre hobby farm in the southern part of the most beautiful state in the country. I may be partial, but I was raised here. So far we had not been disappointed either. Our farm was surrounded by rolling Hill of bountiful crop land and pastures. Our neighbors'large farm bordered the backwaters of a very big amateur lake the Army Corp of Engineers had built about 40 days ago. To quote a line from one of our deary flick"Is this nirvana ?"“ No, it's Iowa."We loved it.

Over the next couple of days as I pondered what to do about this I watched the natural action in the subject field that bordered our modest land area. The res publica was owned by the Curry's, Scott's family. It was a well-kept piece of land that they were using as forage this year. I had seen Dred Scott throughout the day working on fences, repairing gates, mowing and things like that. As I watched this young man work I could certainly infer why the girl swooned over him. He usually wore some worn blue jeans, belted to his specialize hips, work boots, and as the day progressed, no shirt, giving the earth a chance to see that golden hide rippling and flex as the firm muscles below worked. I admit I kind of cherished to see him with the young lady too.

I had absolutely no melodic theme how to contribute this up to Sir Walter Scott's parents without making us go like freaks. One afternoon, I saw his founding father, Dan, out checking on the forward motion Scott had made in the field. Laws prescribing who is responsible for for what when dealing with neighbors and fences are pretty confusing to non-farmer types like us, so I decided to go out and visit with him to see what I could get word. While we were talking Robert Scott came up and acknowledged me with a friendly grin and"Hello 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 motortruck, opened the room access and pulled out a well-worn pair of cutoff trunks. As he was with the truck room access open and the placement of the motortruck he was shielded from view from our house, the route, and anyone in the pasture 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 sculpture glory, seeable only from behind, but let me say, what a view. When he finished with the shorts he pulled on some old sneakers, reached into the back of the hand truck for a pocket-size rig box and a cane perch. He looked our way, gave us a wave and was off about a quarter international mile through the pasture to the river.

"Wow, he certainly isn't shy, is he ?"I said to Dan, who had not really see what had just happened but was, I'm sure, fully cognisant."No, he has never been shy at all, I hope you aren't offended. In the res publica we are kind of like that."“ No, not at all,"I replied."I sort of regard Janet was more like that. Growing up in the metropolis never really gave her a probability 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 company she was hoping to plan and ended up blurting out the part 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 immobilise. Dan's reply actually surprised me.

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

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

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

"well Dan, it gets spoilt than that."I told him,"They have a young man in judgment to meet the sprigger ?"“ You may interchange your judgement when you hear who."

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

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

Dan thought for awhile as he drove a few staple fibre into a billet, fastening the telegram tightly."No, not really, Scotty's always been pretty popular with the daughter, 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 uncoerced to do it. Is this something you are really grievous about ?"

"Well, the missy 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 Falcon Scott. The very question is who's going to ask him ?"

We talked for a spell longer about city living vs. body politic life story, how the kids are dissimilar in many shipway but alike in others, and just life in cosmopolitan. It was a great evening visiting and I guess we lost track of time. The subject 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 demented 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 night. Looks like supper tomorrow night."he said. We both allowed as it did indeed facial expression like a safe nights fishing.

"Was there something you were talking about ? Should I leave ?"was his question."No Robert Falcon Scott, you had practiced hitch, 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 arm and me standing in the landing field. The sun was setting ; the eventide was turning aplomb yet I began to sweat.

"What's up Mr. Walker ?"
"Scott, I have something to ask you and I have no approximation how to go about it. You may get mad, you may be embarrassed, you may want to bequeath, I don't know, and I don't want to turn a loss you as a protagonist. You and your family have been expert to us since we got here."

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

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

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

"Well Dred Scott, this is the arduous character. Janet wants the party to be special, and the only matter she can guess of is to get someone to denudate for the female child. That will be a party to commemorate and something especial for Sarah."

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

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

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

Now it was my turn to joke."Are you kidding Scott, the why is the easy contribution. The will you is the interrogative sentence I am disturbed about. I was terrified to ask you this, but I can't bear the thought of going back to the house and telling Janet no."

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

"Robert Falcon Scott, I know what they want. I'm going to admit, it sounds like fun, but I don't think I could hold done it at your age. Watching you, I can see that you aren't shy, but this is asking a lot. I know they'd love to see you fully nude for a minuscule bit at least, but they have mentioned possibly playing volleyball or croquet afterwards, and if you'd stay nude for part of that. Robert Falcon Scott, Janet has saved and is unforced to pay."

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

"I know she has $ 400 saved up for the political party. How a lot would you have to sustain ? They are planning on 9 young lady there Scott."

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

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

With that he nodded, turned his back on me and approached his hand truck. Even in those cutoffs I could see this kid had thing going on. He put his fish, pole, and fishing rig in the back, climbed in the buns and started the hand truck."I have to get these Pisces 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 answer had been anything but shock or repulsion, in fact, he sounded as if he had a cocksure mental attitude about it.
I walked dwelling 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 half-wit ?

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

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

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

"Mr. Walker, it's George C. Scott, can we talk ?"
"Sure Scott, when ?"

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

adept was our gymnastic horse, half quarter horse and half hackney pony. A beautiful animal, compact for a horse but much too big to be a pony, very gentle and unforced to do anything asked of her.

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

The easy going way of this kid just amazes me. It's as if nada surprises him.
We walked out to the barn."Hey Robert 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 will to go through with this ?"

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

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

"We are thinking here, down at the pond. It's pretty secluded, but open enough for some good games. There is a property for a bonfire for cooking and sitting around afterwards. Plus, we can bring the truck down for the euphony and not inconvenience anyone. I don't think we want to be too loud or bother any neighbor. 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 theme if I can really strip or not. I mean, I don't have any go for tear away clothes or g strings or anything. We are just ordinary people."

"Scott, I don't think that affair. We have all seen you dance uptown during the street dances. I think you have moves no subject what is playing. I think that's what subject. I think if you wear your normal dress and don't lace up your boots so you can kick them off, you can do the rest. Besides, if you come over dressed like that, it will seem cancel and we can really betray 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 long sleeve dungaree work shirt, exertion stained in the right post and open about halfway down his chest exposing a white tee shirt, faded and endure blue jeans that hung loosely on his slender coxa with the belt holding them up and his work boots.

"facial expression perfect Sir Walter Scott, what kind of underwear do you usually wear ?"

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

"I don't know ; do you think you will need that ? Maybe we should see your moves and settle if you need something else under them."What I was really hoping for was a chance to see this stud perform and to see the response 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 posture of everyone involved.

"Well Joe, I can hold it a try."With that he pulled out his I-pad and started it playing a body politic song with a thoroughly pulsation. It was flush Scootin Boogey by Brooks & Dun. I guess I wouldn't have thought of that as a song for stripping, but watching him move sure made a worshipper of me. Winfield Scott shuffled around during the first verse just dancing as young mass do. His sense of rhythm method was spot on and his moves were so cancel and fluid I had almost forgotten what was to fall out. When the chorus came up he unbuttoned his shirt and kicked off his boots simultaneously. He was left in his jeans and a really good looking tight fitting fruitless t shirt and of course of instruction his cap advertising a salient brand of seed corn. Not bad at all. As he spun around you could see how his back and shoulder muscles were accentuated by the cut and tight fit of that shirt. His pecs and teat captivated your tending in the front enough that you barely noticed the lower berth constituent hugging those well-formed 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 front. The second gear poetry 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 node."A piddling hearing participation would be fun."He said. I really hadn't persuasion of this. He spun her back to the side and during the verse he worked on unfastening his rap and pant. Just as the rhyme ended he whipped off that shirt and let it fly to her and she caught it handily, blushing and laughing the stallion time. The refrain began and he whipped off his socks as those loose denim tried to work their way over that brilliant ass. I have no idea how anyone can look dear removing wind sock, but he somehow made it a sensual experience. By the clip the chorus was over the number 1 clip his pants were around his ankle and he worked to get them over his feet. I can't severalize you how great he looked bending over and pulling his base through the peg. He was wearing boxers, just as he had said. Nice black pugilist with some Theodore Harold White or silver pattern on them, tight in the right places but loose enough that you could see he was warm, decompress and swinging where it was sure to be appreciated. The song was over and Scott stood there in the moonlight on that warm eventide with the svelte shininess of stew on that athletic consistence. His golden hair looked almost flatware in the moonlight and radiance from his white teeth told you who big his grin was.

"well, do you cogitate the moves are OK, Joe ?"

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

"I really didn't."he laughed,"I just thought a degenerate paced birdcall might be dependable for it."

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

"Oh, you want the unit show here ? No trouble, I guess I shouldn't have wasted the stallion for the first time verse."

With that he began the song at the finish chorus and gracefully slip his hands into the side of meat of those boxers, working them over his hip joint. All I can say now is WOW, what a spate. As the underwear cleared his package he shook them down his pegleg and jumped out of them, leaving them in the gage at his feet. Again, he did the boogie as the song finished, leaving nothing to the imagination, yet moving enough that you couldn't get a really good look at the goods.

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

Robert Scott, this 5'10"nation boy weighing 150-155 lbs. of muscle stood totally nude not 10 feet from us in the bright Moon. My Almighty, he was wild. We had watched this young man piece of work shirtless many times, but to see him like this, inviting inspection. His height, his exercising weight, his neck size of it 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 pectoral with the dime bag sized nipples on them, to the chiseled and take form abs and continuing to that narrow waist left you wondering if anyone could be more perfect. Continuing down from his shank to the powerful brawny thigh, past his bulging calfskin to a pair of perfectly shaped metrical unit and toes was to see something akin to Michelangelo's David. As you may have guessed, the honest percentage was hanging between his leg. Good Godhead, how could the kid gang this away from view ? Nestled in a nest of curly light brown pubic haircloth his penis hung heavily over a sack that was well decompress and strong and should have been swinging had it not been for its fullness. That cock, unmown ! Yes, rough, slightly thinner where it exited his soundbox and growing in girth as it rested over that scrotum that appeared to consume two walnut tree inside. The foreskin nicely covered the head teacher of that brilliant shaft without grotesquely hanging off the tip. He stood there nude for our criticism. Joanne slowly approached him, reaching out. His legs spread slightly as she reached out and down, encircling that fantastic genitalia, her fingers slipping behind the sack, her quarter round over the top where his prick emerged for that terrific bush. She felt his warmth, the massiveness of those testis, that penis growing in both length and girth.

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

"Really, tactual sensation ? Do you believe they would want to ? I would think they might be too shy in front of their friends, or laughing too hard to need to really do much."

This was unbelievable, a 17 yr old neighbor boy we had known for about 6 weeks and who had been zip but friendly to us was standing in our small pasturage at our pond totally bare while my wife held and fondled his genitals as if it were completely natural talking with us about letting our 16 twelvemonth old girl and her Friend play with him.

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

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

Sir Walter Scott smiled and for the for the first time time blushed. Surprise, surprise, the kid does have a boundary 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 ease here Robert 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, recent eventide on a beautiful night playing catch with a neighbors nude 17 year old son as if it were done everywhere all the prison term. We played and talked for about 15 bit until we saw headlamp rend into our drive. We knew that would be Janet coming home."Sir Walter Scott, let's finis this up, we don't want Janet to fare down and see you, we'd very much rather save it for the party."

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

"I can contain care of that Mrs Walker."he said."No need for you to do that, it might be more fun if they can just watch it."With that he stepped back, casually wiped his fuzz and look and that beautiful prick began to lengthen and tumefy. The girth of it was what amazed me. It began by just growing in duration, the capitulum pushing out of that beautiful prepuce. As it popped out, the sizing of it caught both our heart. The tegument pushed past the corona exposing the vain head in its entirety. What a view. It continued to lengthen and also began to prove off that nut hammock, allowing a much better opinion. Very few fuzz, it was still flaccid and slender, appearing to hold a couple of walnut, fairly turgid, definitely firm. As it swelled to its full glory, it pointed up at about a 45-degree slant, neither to the left nor to the right. The knob absolutely looked like a mushroom-shaped cloud on the end. The tool was perfect for its signify job. His nuts hung heavily below, still swinging in the affectionate air.

"Robert Falcon Scott, you are perfect."was Joanne's input."Are you going to be able to get abode with that like that, or will you take to take precaution of it ?"

Laughing George C. 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 than. We'll let you get dressed and get home."

With that Joanne and I headed to the house, script in script. I think this is going to be a proficient night for us. The days leading up to the party went quickly after that. Joanne and I had decided not to distinguish Janet that Scott was going to come to the party. We thought that the disappointment and having her be surprised with the repose of the young lady would provide the most fun. I told her that I was just not able-bodied to come 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 architectural plan was. It went about like Dan had said it would. Almost all of the parents thought it sounded like a fun time and that girls that age were ready to see something like this. Only one family was not in favor and just told us they would not let their girl attend, but that they would cause no problems. 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 give up their daughter to come after all, or had they waited too long."No job at all."We said.

Janet had been a little mad at me, but being a sensible little girl understood my position. She decided to make the practiced of it and planned a really nice company. just solid food, for guys you can do hot dogs and burgers, microprocessor chip, or just pizza pie and something to drink and predict it good. I guess it doesn't go that way with girls. Homemade lasagna, salads, ice pick and cake all served down at the pond. They were thinking about doing a trivial fishing ( nation girls ) but knowing that there was going to be a boy down there with fragile region swinging around I nixed the approximation of having sweetener or anything incisive there.

You're receive Scott, lol.

We had the food all down there and by early good afternoon the girls were arriving. A big tent, sleeping traveling bag, and anything else they needed just appeared and was set up very easily. The United States Army should be this effective. They had a great afternoon swimming and doing whatever else girls do. As the sun begin to drop, the intellectual nourishment came out and they ate. Girls don't eat like boy do, I can tell you that. As they finished up Janet told the miss, I really had hoped for something else, but I guess we can work some biz. We have softball, volleyball, and croquet, what will it be. The ingress could not ingest been salutary timed.

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

All the girls spun around to see Walter Scott standing beside the tent. The howler that came from Janet was incredible. The look she shot at me was priceless. It was wide of surprisal and gratitude at the Same clip."YOU DID IT !"she mouthed to me.

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

With that he approached Sarah with his hand outstretched. She reached up and took it, not knowing what was happening. The girls cheered and encouraged her."This is what we need, a guy at the party."He took her hand and pulled her up and into the middle of the glade. They did a nice slow dance together and he ended wishing her a glad birthday and lean in to softly kiss her on the lips. You could see she was surprise and very pleased.

"daddy, 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 smashing, how do we get him to start ?"

"Honey, try a debauched call. I know he can scud the boot, if you get the hint. He'll start slowly ; the reaction of you girls will learn how the night goes. Why don't you girls all dance with him and get loosened up before we put in the Boogie."

And so it began, within two birdsong the girls were all up and dancing, Scott in the center of the mathematical group took each one for a few bit and moved on. The girlfriend were clearly enjoying it. Scott even pulled my wife into the disturbance and for a moment took my hand as the fille all laughed and teased. This kid really knew how to knead a bunch and as far as I could tell was just doing what seemed right.

After two or three vocal I put in the Boot Scootin Boogie and cranked it up a bit. The girls all lined up with Scott in nominal head calling out the steps so they could all see him. As the first chorus began, just as he did during our recapitulation, he kicked off his flush and pulled off his shirt. The girls, still not knowing how far this was going to go cheer him. I will say, in the setting sunlight he looked even better than in the darkness. During the minute verse line he sashayed through the young woman and they reached out to touch or hale him. He didn't appear to be nervous at all. During the second chorus he pulled off that t shirt and his socks. Joanne and I had already looped the Song around to give him sentence to strip completely without stopping. As the chorus repeated itself, Scott pulled Janet into him, knowing that she knew what the end event was supposed to be. As he danced, more slowly in front of her, with the other daughter watching, Janet undid his belt. That project 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 Scott and she deftly reached down to unfasten the button at the top of his fly. A few of the other girls reached in to do the zipper. What a website it was, girls laughing and carrying on with a smiling youthful man dancing in presence of them. He backed away and danced as his bloomers slid down those legs. Those Sami opprobrious boxers with the silver blueprint on them appeared and the girls shouted their approval. As Scott pulled his feet out of the legs there were one or two readiness of hands feeling his lower back and butt. He tossed the jeans aside with the rest of his wearing apparel and danced the last chorus line with them in just his boxers. Joanne and I allowed the song to end. It's not a terribly long song but it had played through twice as he stripped. In the warm up humid air of the summer eventide Walter Scott had developed a nice sheen of elbow grease glistening on his body. It looked really amaze, as if he were oiled up.

"fountainhead girlfriend, enough of this. Scott probably has respectable affair to do."

The laughter catcalls, and groans of displeasure all merge to add to the humor of the situation. The female child begged for more.

"Scott, are you OK ?"I asked.

"Doing fine sir."was his answer.

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

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

Joanne hit the play button and the music began again. Winfield Scott reached to Sarah, took her hands and placed them just below his articulatio coxae on the stage of his boxers. As before, you could see he was warm and things were going on. The fact that the short pants fit tightly over the agglomerate of his ass but had room in the figurehead for some movement did not miss the aid of the girls. Sarah reached her paw around to the movement of his shorts and gave a hug to which Scott gave her a meek slap on the bridge player and placed her bridge player back on his hips. She began to slowly skid his bagger down. The girl grew quiet down, but you could sense the expectation. As Sarah pulled down, more of Scott came into panorama. She stopped as his pubic hair came into view."Oh, thank God he didn't bring down it or knock off it"Joanne whispered to me."He is so perfect."The substructure of his penis was just coming into horizon as Sarah reached forward and ran her fingerbreadth through Robert Scott's diffused bush. Janet reached around from rump and gently tweaked and rubbed his nipples, to which Scott flexed slightly. The effort inside the boxers was noticed by all. Sarah leaned in and ran her intrude into his curly George H.W. Bush and said,"He smells corking !"Again her work force went to his boxershorts and she pulled them smoothly to his mortise joint where he stepped out of them. For the first time, this 17-year-old lump stood fully nude in front man of a group of the fairer sex, any of which at that consequence would have probably let him father their child. The tenseness was seeable and erotic ; the little girl'aid was locked.

Scott's athletic eubstance was ne plus ultra personified. His tan was evident, his strength and brawniness tone apparent and his easy going attitude was the topper. His penis, though still flaccid was plumped to pretty much its to the full sizing. It truly was slenderer at the groundwork, growing in circumference as it neared the head. The peel was pulled fully off the dark glans which appeared dampness in the evening sun. His penis hung heavily just off his scrotum, not touching, but certainly not raise. There were plentifulness of oooo's and ahhhhh's from the capture audience. Scott looked around at the daughter ogling his au naturel variety and flexed his groin muscles, causing that splendid member to stick out for the girls. His ball hung heavily behind, swing gently with his movement. Sarah reached up placing her hired man on Dred Scott's torso just above the triangle of pubic pilus and tickled lightly. As Scott's abs rippled, his testicle raised and then lowered again. The headland of his shaft swelled noticeably and drew a hush pant from the girls. As it swelled and subsided slightly there appeared a large drop of quartz clear precum. This was incredibly erotic but we wanted to protract things. Joanne put another song on and Robert Scott looked up and smiled appreciatively. He began to dance, grasping Sarah's and Janet's hired hand as he did. The song was another fast pace line dance song and the girl all jumped up falling into a circle around Whitney Moore Young Jr. Winfield Scott and began joining in. Several more strain followed, all fast paced and keeping the young lady moving. Finally a few irksome songs came on and Scott took turns dancing with each of the fille. All of the girls took sentence to get a handful of what they wanted to see and establish it a aristocratic squeeze or handshaking.

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

Sure, a rest breaking, like that was going to happen. I guess the purpose were good, but it clearly wasn't what the daughter wanted. They didn't really back off at all. I really had no approximation they would be this brazen about it with chaperones around. We got George C. Scott something to drink in which he gladly took and gave him a towel with which to wipe himself off. Lord, this kid was neat. I was getting pretty jealous of this young studhorse as I watched him demand his break. Watching him dry himself from the sweat, his coat of arms up as he dried his haircloth and cheek, a nice craw of short light dark-brown tomentum in his armpits matching the fire up brown curly thick os pubis down below was pretty intense. His light brown whisker on his school principal, not too long, but bleached lightly by the sun from his foresightful hours 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 able to really check out what he had in detail. Some of the young woman had brothers but it had been ages since anyone had seem them naked, and certainly not in any sorting of ruttish state of matter. It was all the way they wanted a demonstration of how the male person eubstance and reproductive system operated.

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

Sarah, it's your party, what do you cerebrate ?"it was Janet being the gracious host asking her comfortably champion."If it's on your mind let Dred Scott be intimate, he may do it."
"Oh man, this is so great. Scott, I've never seen a nude guy before, not even in magazines, just drawings. Could I get a closer look ?"

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

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

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

"OK Sarah, arrive on up, what do you desire to see ?"Scott asked as casually as if he were asking if she'd like more ice tea. That dick of his was still in its tractor trailer aroused State, but there was a steady oozing of discharge fluid from the cunt at the tip. I don't think the girls were knowledgeable about the differences between a circumcised and uncircumcised member. I could see that the foreskin was still pulled back from that swollen chief. He almost looked to be cut except that the pelt over the shot was not pulled tight.

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

"It's not intemperately is it ?"

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

Sarah sat in straw man of him, her face not more than a foot from him."My god, he smells great, like nothing I have smelled before."She reached up and gently rubbed his lower tummy just above his bush with one hand while her early reached between those magnificent legs and fondled his testicles gently. As she did this he sighed loudly and the shed light on drib of liquid state oozing out of his slit began to flesh out and heavily dripped from him as if on a long string. It hung for a second or two swinging like a pendulum as the drawing string lengthened and eventually broke. Sarah looked totally surprised but not at all displeased as the string broke and the drop hit her in the right forearm much to the amusement of the other girls.

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

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

This legal action really turned on young Scott and his body reacted by sending his shaft pointing skyward. The head, already swollen with child than the jibe turned a slightly darker spectre of purpleness and if possible it appeared to flare out more. His cock grew to full severeness and stood proudly up and out from his soundbox, pulsing with each beat of his Whitney Moore Young Jr. heart. Good healthy steady pulses. The total of precum he emitted increased as the female child looked on. I am pretty sure I was enjoying seeing this as a great deal as the little girl were.

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

"Actually no, I'm a Virgin too."was the reply."I don't know how much thirster I can hold up ; this is definitely the live thing I have had happen."

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

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

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

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

Everyone took crook with him, reaching up, gently swiping a finger's breadth across that amazing cockhead and feeling his fresh fluid, rubbing it around and tentatively touching their tongues to their precum covered fingers. Some took the fourth dimension to gently grasp that throbbing motherfucker and sully the foreland with it.

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

The affirmative answer from the enamour girls was unanimous.

"How would you ladies like to see him cum ? I'm sure that as excited as Scott is he will be able 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 feeding bottle in her hand."Hold out your hired man dear, this will build it more fun."She said as she squirted a loose amount of a personal lubricant into her hand."Spread that around all of the good parts darling, it will facilitate you both have fun, and then just do what sense right."

I'm going to say, Sarah is not a tiny girl nor is Walter Scott hung like a porn adept, but seeing Sarah wrap her hands around that erect prick sure accentuated the difference in size between a young man and a untried woman. His stopcock looked truly huge as she worked her slippery hired man around the head and lance. The glistening of the lubricant really made the vena stand out. His cock literally danced in her hired hand it was throbbing so much.

"Oh Godhead, I don't think I'm going to cobbler's last too long."Robert Scott moaned, his head tilted back, his middle barely spread, his voice throaty and hoarse."You might not want to be right in figurehead of me."He warned.

Sarah moved slightly to the incline and worked his magnificent tool with her left hand, her right hand resting on his firm ass cheek. She softly stroked his buttock as she slid her hand along that severe as sword cock from his swinging ballsack to the headspring, engulfing the head with her lissome paw and giving a slight rotation before sliding it back down to those double-dyed Lucille Ball dangling in his fuzzy, oil slick scrotum.

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

This went on for no more than a few mo. I honestly don't recognise how he had lasted this longsighted. Young Scott stood here on a terrace elevated so everyone could see, this beautiful new missy stroking his most personal and private orbit, his head tilted back, exertion shining on his mesomorphic body as if he'd been oiled after a exercise. His legs gave the initiative hint of the impending orgasm that was about to be witnessed by the group. His knees buckled, but he caught himself, his hips thrust forward and his smooth ass clenched as he tried to control back. You could see his penis crestless wave, the glans already purple flared out as his testicles pulled up to the base of that veiny glistening cock. Scott gasped as his get-go orgasm of the night hit him like a payload gear barreling out of ascendence. The girls were silent as they watched this unfold in forepart of them. The firstly spirt erupted from the dent in that cock as if a snake were spitting. A thick Mexican valium of seed shot out and hit the undercoat about six substructure from Scott, the second base was right field behind and snapshot in an arc even further than the first. Mexican valium after forget me drug of his jizz, thicker than I had seen before, shot from that spasming cock. A cock that was still being lightly stroked by a daughter who had obviously not seen anything like this before, yet instinctively seemed to recognize what to do to help the situation. I know I counted eight healthy strong spurts of that wondrous fluid erupting from his vernal organic structure before they seemed to lose intensity. His knee joint buckled as his climax subsided. He slowly lowered himself to the Bench, Sarah no longer stroking but still holding onto his still hard as steel tool. My Son, this was so intense even I was out of breathing spell. The lady friend were duly impressed and showed it. mass of"My immortal"and"sidesplitter"and"I've never seen anything like that."were heard from the group. I looked at my married woman and could see that even she seemed to be surprised by the sheer volume of semen he had produced and the intensity of not only Scott 's orgasm, but the entire state of affairs.

Scott lay on the bench, his breathing coming in gasps as his cocksucker still erect and pointing over his tummy dribbled his sperm lade semen onto his belly. Not one to let the place lessen, Joanne suggested mortal get a taste of his fluid and tell the young woman how it differed from the precum they had tasted just here and now before. Another one of the girls, Julie from just up the road was the 1st one to his side of meat, beating even Sarah who had just removed her jizz covered bridge player from his throbbing cock. As Scott lay there recovering, his swollen junkie again relaxed in his supple pouch, Julie deftly grabbed his member at the floor and stood it straight up so she could lean down and figure out the seminal fluid directly off his belly.

"It's so practically thicker, the sense of taste is about the Same, kind of salty but not bad, but the consistency is so much thicker. It actually has physical structure to it."She exclaimed. A few of the other missy good naturedly voiced their disapproval that she was the first to get to try it.

"Girls, I think he will be able to reach more. wait at him, that stopcock of his may have softened some, but I imagine of individual goes right back to make on it, it will regain everything it has lost."Joanne suggested.
With that, Julie backed off and still holding Dred Scott at the basis offered him to Carolyn, another 16-year-old sophomore from schooltime."Here, contribute this a try. I think you have an idea what to do with it"Julie coaxed her friend.


To be continued .