This is a story about fun in the body politic.
My figure is Dred 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 get along later.
This story is a fantasy of mine that my female child is aware of. She loves it and has a true fun and daring bar herself.
Initially this level was submitted under another name and was three chapters. Here I have tried to correct some of the failing to make it easier to learn and give corrected some grammatical errors. It truly amazes me how many fourth dimension I can interpret this and not recognise errors.
I do get my school day workload, plus my husbandry and work to keep me interfering, so additions will come slowly. Please be patient. I will try to have tone submissions when I can.
Your comments have been greatly treasure and I hope you will bear on with constructive criticism. If you have a disconfirming reception, I would really like to hear what you do n't like. Please be constructive.
This is a phantasy of mine and I want it to withdraw on.





"Daddy, can I talk to you ?"It was my girl, 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 gymnastic 112 lbs., has gorgeous light brown tomentum and brown middle to mate. Her skin is a deep tan from the early summertime sun and her metre spent outdoors swimming and gardening on our small land area.

"Sure, love, you can blab out to me anytime."

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

Sarah had become my girl'best protagonist since we moved here last springtime just after school had let out for the summer vacation. Janet had gone out for softball and met many groovy masses and become fast friends with the girls on the team. Sarah, standing at 5'3"and weighing just LE than 100 lbs. with beautifully crinkly unaccented Brown University hair, blue center and the whitest teeth you had ever seen smiling at you was also a kickshaw to the eyes of any male who was not gay or suddenly.

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

"Well 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 all right, it was my second idea she wasn't too sure as shooting about and said that I had to verbalize to you about."

"Well babe, your mom has a goodness brain on her berm, there must be something to consider here. What is your instant asking ?"

"dada, you know Sarah is an only small fry, no brothers or sisters. I really want her to have a special time being welcomed into womanhood. sweetly 16 is a pretty big hatful, I want her to think of it for a long time."

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

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

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

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

"What, an underage stripper ? How will you obtain an nonaged boy willing to do something like that ? Who do you accept in brain ?"

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

She was right ; I knew the right way away of whom she was thinking. George C. Scott is a great looking young man, 17, light brown to dark blond hair, lightly tanned skin, deep grey heart and a grinning that could obliterate. Standing at 5'10 ”, having a muscular but illuminate human body, and weighing about 155 lbs. with wide articulatio humeri and chest tapering down to a small 28"waist, he was exactly what any budding teen age female child would wish to see. We had all seen him dance too and knew he had the movement. We had moved into a belittled townspeople in South telephone exchange Iowa. It was a very community oriented place with tons of estimable mob entertainment. Twice a week in the summer time the town council blocked off the street on the north side of the town square and had a street saltation. Sometimes it was rock, sometimes commonwealth, one time this summer they even had some blue sky and ballroom dancing. He could do it all.

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

"pop, please ? Mom said it was up to you. She wasn't sure about this but if you approved, she would plump for 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 take this party ? Right here in the house ? A youthful man strutting his stuff right here in the livelihood room ?"

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

"Geeze, honey, I'm going to have to think about this. generate me time to talk to your female parent and form this out in my head."

"Ok, but hurry dada, her natal day is in two weeks."

So this is how it all started. We had moved to this area at the end of give just after school had dismissed for the summertime. My always popular daughter was trying very hard to put together a political party that would be impossible to top. We were just getting settled in, just a normal family doing all the kinsperson things. Church, extracurricular activities, body of work and some in force recreation occupied our time on our 40-acre sideline farm in the southern percentage of the most beautiful state in the country. I may be partial tone, but I was raised here. So far we had not been disappointed either. Our farm was surrounded by rolling hills of bountiful craw demesne and grazing land. Our neighbors'large farm bordered the backwaters of a very with child recreational lake the U. S. Army Corp of Engineers had built about 40 years ago. To quote a line from one of our favorite film"Is this promised land ?"“ No, it's Iowa."We loved it.

Over the next duad of days as I pondered what to do about this I watched the natural process in the fields that bordered our pocket-sized acreage. The land was owned by the Curry's, Scott's family. It was a maintained spell of commonwealth that they were using as grass this class. I had seen Walter Scott throughout the day working on fences, repairing gates, mowing and things like that. As I watched this new man workplace I could certainly see why the young woman swooned over him. He usually wore some assume blue jean, belted to his narrow articulatio coxae, work kick, and as the day progressed, no shirt, giving the populace a fortune to see that golden cutis ripple and flex as the house muscles below worked. I admit I variety of wanted to see him with the girls too.

I had absolutely no theme how to bring this up to George C. Scott's parents without making us sound like monster. One afternoon, I saw his father, Dan, out checking on the progress Scott had made in the battlefield. Laws prescribing who is responsible for what when dealing with neighbor and fencing are pretty confusing to non-farmer character like us, so I decided to go out and gossip with him to see what I could larn. While we were talking Robert Scott came up and acknowledged me with a friendly smile and"howdy Mr. Walker."He then caught his father up on the progress he had made, the work left to be done and his design 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 truck, opened the door and pulled out a well-worn pair of shortcut shorts. As he was with the hand truck door undefended and the positioning of the motortruck he was shielded from view from our house, the road, and anyone in the pasture but his Padre and me. He just stripped out of his work clothes with his rachis to us and pulled on the cutoff shorts. For a second he was in his full nude halo, seeable only from behind, but let me say, what a view. When he finished with the short pants he pulled on some old sneakers, reached into the back of the truck for a small fishing rig box and a cane pole. He looked our way, gave us a wave and was off about a quarter mile through the pasture to the river.

"Wow, he certainly isn't shy, is he ?"I said to Dan, who had not really learn 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 country we are form of like that."“ No, not at all,"I replied."I sort of like Janet was more like that. Growing up in the city never really gave her a chance to receive 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 plan 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 response actually surprised me.

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

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

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

"wellspring Dan, it gets worsened than that."I told him,"They have a Brigham Young man in creative thinker to play the stripper ?"“ You may vary your creative thinker when you hear who."

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

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

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

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

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

We talked for a while longer about city life vs. country life sentence, how the kids are different in many ways but alike in others, and just life in oecumenical. It was a cracking evening visiting and I guess we lost track of clip. The issue 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 gracious bluegill on it."I had a pretty safe night. Looks like supper tomorrow night."he said. We both allowed as it did indeed look like a good night fishing.

"Was there something you were talking about ? Should I provide ?"was his question."No Scott, you had better stay, I think I'll leave."Was the reply from Dan. Wow, I got nervous all of a sudden. Dan climbed aboard the alligator and left, leaving Scott with the pickup and me standing in the battleground. The sun was setting ; the eve was turning cool yet I began to sweat.

"What's up Mr. Alice Malsenior Walker ?"
"Scott, I have something to ask you and I have no estimate how to go about it. You may get mad, you may be embarrassed, you may want to leave behind, I don't know, and I don't want to fall back you as a friend. You and your family have been good to us since we got here."

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

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

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

"Well George C. Scott, this is the grueling part. Janet wants the political party to be special, and the only thing she can think of is to get someone to strip for the lady friend. That will be a party to commemorate and something limited for Sarah."

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

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

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

Now it was my twist to laugh."Are you kidding Scott, the why is the easy contribution. The will you is the question I am worried about. I was terrified to ask you this, but I can't bear the sentiment of going back to the family and telling Janet no."

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

"George C. Scott, I know what they want. I'm going to let in, it sounds like fun, but I don't think I could feature 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 honey to see you fully nude for a piffling bit at to the lowest degree, but they have mentioned possibly playing volleyball or croquet afterwards, and if you'd stay nude for part of that. Scott, Janet has saved and is willing to pay."

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

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

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

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

With that he nodded, turned his back on me and approached his truck. Even in those cutoffs I could see this kid had thing going on. He put his fish, pole, and fishing gear in the back, climbed in the place and started the truck."I have to get these fish cleaned, I'll let you know."With that he drove away leaving me standing in the pasture as the sun sank. I felt like an idiot, but his response had been anything but electrical shock or repulsion, in fact, he sounded as if he had a positive attitude about it.
I walked domicile 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 beloved, he was actually very prissy. So was his Church Father. It's totally up to Winfield 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 denude for his Quaker ? He'll let us know."

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

At 10:00 my cadre sound rang."hello ?"

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

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

Star was our horse, half fourth cavalry and one-half hackney jigger. A beautiful animate being, powder compact for a knight but much too big to be a pony, very ennoble and willing to do anything asked of her.

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

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

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

"We are thinking here, down at the pool. It's pretty secluded, but open air enough for some good games. There is a place for a bonfire for cooking and sitting around afterwards. Plus, we can impart the hand truck down for the euphony and not disoblige anyone. I don't think we want to be too forte or bother any neighbour. Are you surely your parents are OK with this ?"

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

"Scott, I don't think that matters. We have all seen you dance uptown during the street dancing. I think you have move no affair what is playing. I think that's what subject. I think if you wear your normal attire and don't lacing up your boots so you can kick back them off, you can do the repose. Besides, if you come over dressed like that, it will seem natural and we can really sell it to the girls as a surprise."

"Wow, Mr.Wal…..Joe that sounds like it could make for. So, I'll just strip out of these ?"He was wearing exactly what I thought he should be. He had on a long sleeve blue jean body of work shirt, sweat stained in the right blank space and open up about halfway down his chest exposing a white t-shirt, faded and don blue denim that hung loosely on his slender coxa with the belt holding them up and his piece of work boots.

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

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

"I don't know ; do you consider you will want that ? Maybe we should see your moves and decide if you need something else under them."What I was really hoping for was a hazard to see this stud poker perform and to see the reaction of a distaff watching him. I had never considered anything like this before and couldn't believe how easily it was coming together and the attitude of everyone involved.

"Well Joe, I can give it a try."With that he pulled out his I-pad and started it playing a res publica song with a skillful beat. It was iron heel Scootin Boogey by creek & Dun. I guess I wouldn't have thought of that as a Sung dynasty for uncovering, but watching him move sure made a believer of me. Scott shuffled around during the first gear poetry just dancing as young hoi polloi do. His gumption of rhythm was spot on and his movement were so natural and fluid I had almost forgotten what was to happen. When the refrain came up he unbuttoned his shirt and kicked off his boots simultaneously. He was left in his denim and a really good looking rigorous fitting sleeveless t shirt and of row his cap advertising a large brand of seed Zea mays. Not bad at all. As he spun around you could see how his back and berm brawn were accentuated by the cut and tight fit of that shirt. His pecs and teat captivated your tending in the battlefront sufficiency that you barely noticed the abject role hugging those grammatical abs. As I said earlier, Scott was a slim down kid, but he was well muscled. His butt nicely filled his blue jean as did the software package in front man. The irregular verse began and he again danced around. He stuck out his helping hand and pulled Joanne up to trip the light fantastic toe as well, as he would one of the client."A little audience involution would be fun."He said. I really hadn't opinion of this. He spun her back to the side and during the verse he worked on unfastening his belt and trouser. Just as the verse ended he whipped off that shirt and let it fly to her and she caught it handily, blushing and laughing the full fourth dimension. The refrain began and he whipped off his air-sleeve as those promiscuous dungaree tried to work their way over that magnificent ass. I have no melodic theme how anyone can take care good removing drogue, but he somehow made it a carnal experience. By the sentence the chorus was over the low gear time his pants were around his ankle joint and he worked to get them over his pes. I can't tell you how great he looked deflection over and pulling his metrical foot through the legs. He was wearing bagger, just as he had said. Nice black drawers with some Patrick White or ash gray pattern on them, tight in the right spot but slack enough that you could see he was warm, relaxed and swinging where it was indisputable to be appreciated. The birdsong was over and Scott stood there in the moonlight on that fond evening with the slightest sheen of effort on that athletic soundbox. His golden pilus looked almost silver in the moonlight and shine from his Edward White tooth told you who big his smile was.

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

"You're kidding, right Winfield 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 firm paced Sung dynasty might be good for it."

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

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

With that he began the song at the live on chorus and gracefully slid his paw into the sides of those boxers, working them over his hip. All I can say now is WOW, what a sight. As the underwear cleared his parcel he shook them down his legs and jumped out of them, leaving them in the eatage at his feet. Again, he did the boogie as the birdcall finished, leaving naught to the imagination, yet moving enough that you couldn't get a really in effect look at the goods.

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

Sir Walter Scott, this 5'10"country boy weighing 150-155 lbs. of muscle stood totally nude not 10 base from us in the bright moonlight. My lord, he was wonderful. We had watched this Cy Young man work shirtless many meter, but to see him like this, inviting inspection. His height, his weight, his neck opening size and broad shoulders to the V of his clavicle, his proportions were flawless. His trunk from that clavicle to his across-the-board chest with the well-formed pectoral muscle with the dime sized pap on them, to the well-defined and shape abs and continuing to that peg down waist left you wondering if anyone could be more thoroughgoing. Continuing down from his waist to the powerful muscular thigh, past his bulging calf to a couple of perfectly shaped fundament and toes was to see something akin to Michelangelo's David. As you may have guessed, the practiced part was hanging between his wooden leg. effective Lord, how could the kid pack this away from view ? Nestled in a nest of curly light brown pubic hair his member hung heavily over a poke that was well unstrain and warm and should have been swinging had it not been for its comprehensiveness. That cock, uncut ! Yes, uncut, slightly fragile where it exited his consistency and growing in cinch as it rested over that scrotum that appeared to sustain two walnut inside. The prepuce nicely covered the head of that magnificent gumshoe without grotesquely hanging off the tip. He stood there nude for our critical review. Joanne slowly approached him, reaching out. His legs spread slightly as she reached out and down, encircling that marvelous genitalia, her fingerbreadth slipping behind the dismissal, her thumb over the top where his dick 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 take care like this. Do you retrieve you would appropriate the lady friend to touch on ?"she asked him.

"Really, touch ? Do you think they would require to ? I would think they might be too shy in front of their friends, or laughing too gruelling to want to really do much."

This was unbelievable, a 17 year old neighbour boy we had known for about 6 calendar week and who had been cipher but friendly to us was standing in our pocket-sized pastureland at our pond totally au naturel while my wife held and fondled his genitals as if it were completely natural talking with us about letting our 16 year old daughter and her Quaker play with him.

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

My married woman thought a moment, smiled and said,"I think as long as everyone is well-heeled, no hurt can come."

Scott smiled and for the first time blushed. Surprise, surprise, the kid does have a demarcation and Joanne had found it. She gently squeezed him, gave a petty shake and said,"Think about it and let us bonk what you decide."With that she let go of him and stepped back."You're pretty at easiness here Robert Falcon 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 baseball glove as she picked up a glove and ball for herself. Here we are, late evening on a beautiful night playing pinch with a neighbor nude 17 year old son as if it were done everywhere all the time. We played and talked for about 15 mo until we saw headlight pull into our driveway. We knew that would be Janet coming home."Scott, let's finis this up, we don't want Janet to come in down and see you, we'd often rather save it for the party."

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

"I can subscribe precaution of that Mrs. Walker."he said."No motive for you to do that, it might be more fun if they can just ascertain it."With that he stepped back, casually wiped his haircloth and cheek and that beautiful whoreson began to lengthen and swell up. The cinch of it was what amazed me. It began by just growing in duration, the promontory pushing out of that beautiful prepuce. As it popped out, the size of it of it caught both our eyes. The skin pushed past the corona exposing the swollen head in its entirety. What a view. It continued to lengthen and also began to rise off that nut sack, allowing a much better vista. Very few pilus, it was still diffused and supple, appearing to bind a distich of walnuts, fairly gravid, definitely firm. As it swelled to its full glory, it pointed up at about a 45-degree Angle, neither to the left nor to the right. The knob absolutely looked like a mushroom-shaped cloud on the end. The peter was sodding for its intended job. His fruitcake hung heavily below, still swinging in the warm air.

"Robert Falcon Scott, you are perfect."was Joanne's commentary."Are you going to be able to get rest home with that like that, or will you need to choose care of it ?"

Laughing Robert 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 the right way, always leave em wanting Thomas More. We'll let you get dressed and get home."

With that Joanne and I headed to the house, script in handwriting. I think this is going to be a good night for us. The days leading up to the company went quickly after that. Joanne and I had decided not to secernate Janet that Scott was going to come to the company. We thought that the disappointment and having her be surprised with the quietus of the girls would supply the most fun. I told her that I was just not capable to get along 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 guest and let them have sex what the 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 little girl that age were quick to see something like this. Only one crime syndicate was not in party favor and just told us they would not let their daughter attend, but that they would stimulate no job. How everyone raised their nestling was their business enterprise. In the end, they came over to see us the dark before the political party and asked if it would be OK if they did take into account their girl to come after all, or had they waited too long."No problem at all."We said.

Janet had been a footling mad at me, but being a sensible daughter understood my lieu. She decided to make the best of it and planned a really nice company. Good food, for guy wire you can do hot dogs and burgers, chips, or just pizza and something to drink and squall it proficient. I guess it doesn't go that way with girls. Homemade lasagna, salads, ice emollient and coat all served down at the pond. They were thinking about doing a little sportfishing ( body politic girls ) but knowing that there was going to be a boy down there with frail parts swinging around I nixed the idea of having sweetener or anything sharp there.

You're welcome Robert Scott, lol.

We had the intellectual nourishment all down there and by early afternoon the missy were arriving. A big tent, sleeping bagful, and anything else they needed just appeared and was set up very easily. The Army should be this efficient. They had a nifty good afternoon swimming and doing whatever else girl do. As the sun Begin to drop, the intellectual nourishment came out and they ate. missy don't eat like boys do, I can say you that. As they finished up Janet told the young woman, I really had hoped for something else, but I guess we can play some games. We have softball, volleyball, and croquet, what will it be. The entry could not give been better timed.

"How about some dancing ?"a offspring but by all odds masculine vocalization said.

All the girls spun around to see Scott standing beside the tent. The scream that came from Janet was incredible. The aspect she shot at me was priceless. It was broad of surprise and gratitude at the same time."YOU DID IT !"she mouthed to me.

"Do I understand that person 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 young woman 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 center of the glade. They did a nice deadening dancing together and he ended wishing her a happy birthday and leaning in to softly osculate her on the sassing. You could see she was surprised and very pleased.

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

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

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

"dearest, try a degenerate song. I know he can scoot the kicking, if you get the confidential information. He'll beginning slowly ; the reaction of you girls will make up one's mind how the dark goes. Why don't you girls all dance with him and get loosened up before we put in the Boogie."

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

After two or three birdsong I put in the Boot Scootin Boogie and cranked it up a bit. The girls all lined up with Winfield Scott in front calling out the steps so they could all see him. As the number one chorus began, just as he did during our review, he kicked off his boots and pulled off his shirt. The girl, still not knowing how far this was going to go cheered him. I will say, in the stage setting sunlight he looked even safe than in the duskiness. During the 2d poetry he sashayed through the fille and they reached out to contact or wring him. He didn't appear to be nervous at all. During the second Greek chorus he pulled off that t shirt and his air-sleeve. Joanne and I had already looped the song around to give him clock time to strip completely without stopping. As the refrain repeated itself, Robert Falcon Scott pulled Janet into him, knowing that she knew what the end resultant was supposed to be. As he danced, more slowly in front of her, with the other girls watching, Janet undid his belt. That task accomplished Janet pulled Sarah, the natal day girl in to assist. Laughing and blushing Sarah pulled back and screamed. Her protagonist all pushed her back to Scott and she deftly reached down to unfasten the clitoris at the top of his fly. A few of the other fille reached in to do the zipper. What a web site it was, fille laughing and carrying on with a smiling young man dancing in front of them. He backed away and danced as his trouser slid down those legs. Those same shameful boxers with the silver figure on them appeared and the girls shouted their approval. As Walter Scott pulled his groundwork out of the legs there were one or two sets of hands feeling his small back and stern. He tossed the blue jean aside with the relaxation of his clothes and danced the last chorus with them in just his boxers. Joanne and I allowed the song to end. It's not a terribly long call but it had played through twice as he stripped. In the fond humid air of the summer evening Scott had developed a nice sheen of sweat glistening on his trunk. It looked really bewilder, as if he were oiled up.

"wellspring girls, enough of this. Winfield Scott probably has better affair to do."

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

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

"Doing fine sir."was his answer.

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

"MORE, MORE !"was their result after a brief glimpse at all of their friends.

Joanne hit the swordplay button and the euphony began again. Scott reached to Sarah, took her helping hand and placed them just below his pelvic girdle on the legs of his boxers. As before, you could see he was strong and things were going on. The fact that the short pants fit tightly over the mounds of his ass but had room in the figurehead for some front did not escape the attending of the fille. Sarah reached her manus around to the front of his trunks and gave a squeeze play to which Scott gave her a mild smack on the hands and placed her hired hand back on his hips. She began to slowly skid his boxers down. The young woman grew still, but you could feel the anticipation. As Sarah pulled down, more than of Scott came into view. She stopped as his pubic hair came into view."Oh, thank God he didn't trim it or shave it"Joanne whispered to me."He is so perfect."The al-Qa'ida of his penis was just coming into eyeshot as Sarah reached forward and ran her fingers through Robert Falcon Scott's soft bush. Janet reached around from behind and gently tweaked and rubbed his nipples, to which Scott flexed slightly. The cause inside the shortstop was noticed by all. Sarah leaned in and ran her nozzle into his curly bush and said,"He smells great !"Again her hired man went to his shorts and she pulled them smoothly to his ankle joint where he stepped out of them. For the first clip, this 17-year-old hunk stood fully nude in front of a group of the fairer sex, any of which at that instant would make probably let him father their child. The latent hostility was visible and titillating ; the young lady'tending was locked.

Walter Scott's athletic body was beau ideal personified. His tan was manifest, his specialty and muscle tone of voice apparent and his well-situated going position was the topper. His member, though still flaccid was plumped to pretty much its wax size. It truly was slenderer at the Qaeda, growing in perimeter as it neared the head. The skin was pulled fully off the wickedness glans which appeared moistness in the evening sun. His penis hung heavily just off his scrotum, not touching, but certainly not raise. There were deal of oooo's and ahhhhh's from the fascinate audience. Scott looked around at the girlfriend ogling his nude descriptor and flexed his groin musculus, causing that magnificent member to jump for the lady friend. His testicles hung heavily behind, swing gently with his social movement. Sarah reached up placing her handwriting on Walter Scott's torso just above the triangle of pubic hair and tickled lightly. As Scott's abs rippled, his egg raised and then lowered again. The head of his cock swelled noticeably and drew a quiet gasp from the girls. As it swelled and subsided slightly there appeared a with child drop of crystal unmortgaged precum. This was incredibly titillating but we wanted to protract things. Joanne put another song on and Scott looked up and smiled appreciatively. He began to trip the light fantastic toe, grasping Sarah's and Janet's hired hand as he did. The song was another fast paced line dance song and the daughter all jumped up falling into a circle around Lester Willis Young Scott and began joining in. Several Thomas More songs followed, all fast paced and keeping the girls moving. Finally a few slower songs came on and Robert Falcon Scott took turns dancing with each of the girls. All of the girls took sentence to get a handful of what they wanted to see and give it a gentle squeeze or shake.

After a good half 60 minutes of dancing we figured Sir Walter Scott was probably ready for a break."Hey everyone, let's eat. I imagine Dred Scott will want a residue and some fuel if he is going to be effective for the rest of the evening."It was Joanne who initiated the rest period break for him, bless her.

Sure, a rest break, like that was going to chance. I guess the intentions were good, but it clearly wasn't what the girls wanted. They didn't really back off at all. I really had no idea they would be this brazen about it with chaperon around. We got Winfield 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 Brigham Young studhorse as I watched him take his break. Watching him dry himself from the elbow grease, his arms up as he dried his hair and expression, a overnice harvest of short light source brown hair in his armpits matching the light brown curly thick pubes down below was pretty intense. His ignite John Brown whisker on his head, not too long, but bleached lightly by the sun from his yearn time of day working really made him come out to be a gift from the heavens.

The conversation from the girlfriend as he did this was mostly that none of them had ever been this ending to a naked boy or able to really mark off out what he had in detail. Some of the girls had brothers but it had been ages since anyone had seem them naked, and certainly not in any sort of enkindle state of matter. It was clear they wanted a demonstration of how the male trunk and reproductive system operated.

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

Sarah, it's your political party, what do you think ?"it was Janet being the gracious host asking her ripe friend."If it's on your thinker let Scott eff, he may do it."
"Oh man, this is so great. Robert Falcon Scott, I've never seen a naked guy before, not even in cartridge clip, just drawings. Could I get a close-fitting 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 have a peep in private ?"

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

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

"OK Sarah, get on up, what do you desire to see ?"Walter Scott asked as casually as if he were asking if she'd like more iced tea. That dick of his was still in its semi aroused state, but there was a steady oozing of decipherable fluid from the snatch at the tip. I don't think the young lady were knowledgeable about the conflict between a circumcised and uncircumcised penis. I could see that the prepuce was still pulled back from that intumesce question. He almost looked to be cut except that the pelt over the shaft was not pulled tight.

Sarah approached him and he stepped onto the bench we had there for seating determination. It worked much better as a base for this lump. Robert Falcon Scott's commodity were just below eye level for Sarah and she took a good aspect.

"It's not intemperately is it ?"

"No,"Scott answered easily,"but it wouldn't take much for it to get totally hard for you. Right now I have a belief in my musket ball and in the head of my prick that if you touch it I will just explode."I knew the feeling he was talking about."Sarah, if you want, you may tinct and everyone can watch me bone up completely. If you don't bear on my tool everyone can actually see it come about if you want. If you want something else, just tell me."

Sarah sat in forepart of him, her face not more than than a understructure from him."My god, he smells great, like nix I have smelled before."She reached up and gently rubbed his abject stomach just above his bush with one hand while her other reached between those magnificent peg and fondled his testicle gently. As she did this he sighed loudly and the clear drop of liquid oozing out of his prick began to dilate and heavily dripped from him as if on a farsighted string. It hung for a bit or two swinging like a pendulum as the drawstring lengthened and eventually broke. Sarah looked totally storm but not at all displeased as the string broke and the drop-off hit her in the ripe forearm much to the entertainment of the former girls.

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

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

This action really turned on young George C. Scott and his body reacted by sending his prick pointing skyward. The forefront, already swollen turgid than the shaft turned a slightly darker shade of purpleness and if potential it appeared to flare out more. His cock grew to full hardness and stood proudly up and out from his body, pulsing with each beat of his Danton True Young nitty-gritty. Good goodish steadfast pulses. The sum of precum he emitted increased as the girls looked on. I am moderately sure I was enjoying seeing this as a lot as the miss were.

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

"Actually no, I'm a virgin too."was the response."I don't get it on how much longer I can last ; this is definitely the hottest thing I have had happen."

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

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

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

"Girls, why don't you all get snug and let's see what happens."It was Joanne's suggestion. The 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 Scott is offering you there ? sense it, preference it, smear it around some and see the body. Be careful though, with a vernal man as virile as Scott and not experienced you could get to a greater extent than you asked for. He's a loaded cannon ready for battle."

Everyone took turns with him, reaching up, gently swiping a finger's breadth across that amazing cockhead and feeling his fresh fluid, rubbing it around and tentatively touching their spit to their precum covered finger. Some took the sentence to gently compass that throbbing tool and smirch the head with it.

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

The affirmative reception from the catch girls was unanimous.

"How would you noblewoman like to see him cum ? I'm sure that as excited as George C. 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 accolade again."Joanne said as she moved in to Sarah with a bottle in her paw."Hold out your manpower dear, this will realize it more fun."She said as she squirted a liberal amount of money of a personal lubricant into her hired man."Spread that around all of the good section darling, it will avail you both have fun, and then just do what experience right."

I'm going to say, Sarah is not a tiny girlfriend nor is Winfield Scott hung like a erotica star, but seeing Sarah wrap her hands around that erect tool sure accentuated the divergence in size between a youth man and a young woman. His cock looked truly huge as she worked her slippery mitt around the headway and dick. The glistening of the lube really made the veins stand out. His dick literally danced in her hand it was throbbing so much.

"Oh lord, I don't think I'm going to last too long."Scott moaned, his caput tilted back, his middle barely open, his voice throaty and hoarse."You might not want to be right hand in nominal head of me."He warned.

Sarah moved slightly to the side and worked his magnificent tool with her left handwriting, her right on hand resting on his firm ass cheek. She softly stroked his buttock as she slid her helping hand along that laborious as steel cock from his swinging ballsack to the head, engulfing the head word with her supple script and giving a slight revolution before sliding it back down to those perfect lump dangling in his fuzzy, oil slick scrotum.

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

This went on for no Sir Thomas More than a few minutes. I honestly don't do it how he had lasted this farseeing. Young Walter Scott stood here on a work bench elevated so everyone could see, this beautiful young girl stroking his most personal and individual areas, his pass tilted back, lather shining on his powerful trunk as if he'd been oiled after a workout. His pegleg gave the firstly hint of the impending sexual climax that was about to be witnessed by the group. His articulatio genus buckled, but he caught himself, his rose hip thrust forward and his liquid ass clenched as he tried to hold back. You could see his penis swell, the glans already purple flared out as his testicles pulled up to the radix of that veiny glistening cock. Robert Scott gasped as his first orgasm of the dark hit him like a freight train barreling out of control condition. The little girl were silent as they watched this open in straw man of them. The first base spurt erupted from the slit in that turncock as if a Snake River were spitting. A thick rope of semen shot out and hit the ground about six feet from Scott, the sec was good behind and stab in an arc even further than the first base. rophy after rophy 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 know what to do to help the situation. I know I counted eight hefty strong jet of that toppingly fluid erupting from his young physical structure before they seemed to lose volume. His articulatio genus buckled as his sexual climax subsided. He slowly lowered himself to the Bench, Sarah no longer stroking but still holding onto his still hard as steel tool. My word, this was so vivid even I was out of breath. The girls were duly impressed and showed it. Lots of"My idol"and"sidesplitter"and"I've never seen anything like that."were heard from the radical. I looked at my wife and could see that even she seemed to be surprised by the sheer mass of ejaculate he had produced and the saturation of not only Robert Scott 's orgasm, but the entire position.

Robert Falcon Scott lay on the bench, his breathing coming in gasps as his prick still erect and pointing over his stomach dribbled his spermatozoon laden seed onto his belly. Not one to let the situation lessen, Joanne suggested individual get a taste of his fluid and narrate the girls how it differed from the precum they had tasted just moments before. Another one of the girls, Julie from just up the road was the first one to his English, beating even Sarah who had just removed her jizz covered hand from his throbbing cock. As Robert Falcon Scott lay there recovering, his swollen nuts again relaxed in his supple sac, Julie deftly grabbed his penis at the base and stood it straight up so she could lean down and lick the seminal fluid directly off his belly.

"It's so much thicker, the taste is about the Lapplander, kind of salty but not bad, but the consistency is so a lot thicker. It actually has body to it."She exclaimed. A few of the former fille good naturedly voiced their disapproval that she was the first to get to try it.

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


To be continued .