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Hello, I have a storey to recount that you may find oneself interesting. My public figure is Marty Harris and I am a schooltime teacher and football coach in a small community in the mountains south of Seattle. I love my job and my students. I guess I am a pop teacher as many of my students and potassium alum hold back in liaison with me after school, exercise or even graduation.

This tarradiddle begins after I had visited a protagonist and former student teaching colleague of mine who taught in a like small townspeople about 2 hours from mine, east of Seattle. She told me that she had been visited by some other student of hers who were in their second year of college now and they were planning to come rest home for their homecoming and play a radical of protagonist who had never been to Washington state. They mentioned that they were hoping for a really wilderness clock time to show these friend and had even hoped to find a vernal man willing to strip for them at their"after the game"party. My friend, Beth Manning, and I laughed it off and thought how much more extroverted these girlfriend were than we were when each of us was in college.

Over the weekend, the more I thought of the musical theme, the more I liked it and wondered if there was anything I could do to help out. I thought of bookman and had a few approximation, but really had no idea whether I should even bring it up or laugh it off.

On Monday, my day went pretty lots according to design. A full and rewarding yet uneventful day of teaching maths, algebra, geometry, and one concretion form and then it was down to the gym for football practice.

I was in the storage locker as my players came in. Sometimes I spent my prep clip in my office and sometimes I was in the locker elbow room with my players as we prepared for practice. I had a particularly good team this class and our Friday game had been a victory. The guys had played exceptionally well against a bettor ranked team and pulled out a victory by a slim margin. Practice was going to be fairly light this good afternoon as a reward to them for their effort.

As I watched my players come in and set about dressing for practice, I again observed the interaction between the players. One of my dearie team members and pupil caught my eye. Winfield Scott Curry, an entrance senior, had been playing varsity since his soph year. He was one my unsavoury running game cover and team co headwaiter. I could put him anyplace in the backfield and know he would give his all to get the job done. He was a friendly kid who was always willing to help out. Today was no elision. Normally, any team has a definite power structure with the older players picking out specific spots in our surface locker elbow room and rain shower area. That was on-key of many of my current actor, but never Dred Scott. Today, as usual, he was one of the last actor to enter the dressing room as his net class of the day was clear across campus from the gym. He came in and saw one of our neophyte and LE pop participant off by himself. George C. Scott sat on the Bench beside him and in a friendly tone greeted the Loretta Young man. I always liked when this happened and could number on Sir Walter Scott more than than any of my other instrumentalist to do this without being told to. You could see how it brightened the Cy Young man's eyes to be noticed and talks to by one of the captains.

As I watched this fundamental interaction I thought then,"Here is my man !"

We had a thoroughly practice and afterwards as the boys were dressing, I approached Robert Falcon Scott,"Scott, after you're finished, could I see you in my office ?"

"Sure double-decker, I'll be there in a few minutes."

He entered my office about five minutes later and asked,"What's up ?"He didn't bid me motorbus. He must hold known something different was up.

"Well, Robert Scott, I have something to ask you. It's not a favor, you can say no. It has goose egg to do with the team, your playing, your grades or the school."

He said,"Well I figured it wasn't about the team or you would have called me Curry."I generally called my actor by their finish names only on the field. outset names in the classroom or out of school.

"Anyway Sir Walter Scott, like I said, this is not a favor or anything. You have no certificate of indebtedness to do it at all, I just thought, after watching you today, that you would be perfect for this if you wanted to do it. I have a friend who teaches and coach about two hours from here. I was visiting with her hold out weekend and she mentioned that some of her alumni were going to be bringing some of their college supporter for a visit in a pair of weeks for their return. They were hoping to present these girls a good time."

"OK Coach, what does this have to do with me ?"

"Well, Robert Falcon Scott, they were hoping to have got a party after their plot on Friday night. They wanted a good one and were hoping to find a young man to strip for them. I really just laughed the melodic theme off until this afternoon and watched you work with our younger players. Your helpful attitude and willingness to give any job everything you have makes you perfect. Also, if you hadn't noticed, you are one hell on earth of a good looking guy."

Sir Walter Scott looked at me, then he laughed."Damn Coach. I never in a million years would have guessed you were going to ask me something like this. Are you dangerous ?"

"Yes George C. Scott, I had never thought about finding anyone when she told me about it, and she wasn't asking, but after watching you today, I think you'd be double-dyed. It's totally up to you. No pressing. No hope have been made, and like I said, you are under no responsibility to do it. I do guess, there could be some money though, if you are interested."

Again, he laughed,"Now you're making me a whore. How much money. Am I a chinchy slut or a high priced yell miss ?"

That made me laugh."No idea Scott. Which do you want to be ? Should I yell Beth and see if they are serious and how much they are bequeath to drop ?"

"No, I don't think I want to know. Honestly, I am not shy. I like showing off. I might do it, but I don't even know if I can undress very well. I mean, I am a the right way dancer. I've won a few dance contests here at school dances, but I think stripping is a piffling bit different."

"wellspring, you have almost three weeks to practice."I laughed."is it OK if I call Beth and secern her that there may be hope ?"

He was laughing,"Sure, go ahead. I can't believe I'm considering this."

I called Beth with the news when I got home that night. She laughed heartily and admonished me,"Marty, you dumbass. I told you that because I thought it was a funny theme. I didn't mean value for you to find a sprigger for them."

"I know."I told her,"I took it that way too, but watching Scott interact with players today, the idea just hit me. Do you want to go on with it or do you conceive it's a stupid idea ?"

"Are you kidding ? Of form I think it's a stupid estimation and hell YES I'd like to go on with it. Let me get in touch with one of the girls."

"Hey Beth, there's another affair. Scott isn't sure of his power to do a skillful stripping demonstration. Perhaps you'd like to come over and offer some preshow advice."

Beth was quiet for a moment and the answered,"Harris, I like how you think. Let me get back to you."

On Wednesday I had the solution. The girls were definitely interested. They had up to $ 500 to pay if needed and Beth was all for viewing a practice sitting. We set up to do that Saturday afternoon at my place. I would let Dred Scott know.

Let me take a moment to describe Robert Falcon Scott. Like I said, he was an incoming senior and had just had his 18th birthday this past Friday. He was not your typical football player in that he was igniter, with a swimmers build, and fast. Six fundament even, 170 pounds and solidness, not bulky. lightness brown skin with slightly darker blond hair and beautiful dark-brown optic. Slender waist with a torso that tapered out to a tolerant defined dresser and berm rounded out the software. If you're interested in the other facets, I know from being his coach that he is uncircumcised, unshaven in his pubic region and has a Nice full scrotum that hangs freely when he's not cold. His penis hangs nicely over that scrotum with the tip just seeable out the foreskin. I have not seen him vertical, but I am indisputable it performs More than adequately.

On Th after drill I told Scott about the conversation I had had with Beth. He was a little storm but only asked what time Saturday.

I told him to get by right after lunch.

"How far are they going to want me to go ?"

"fountainhead, I am surely they'd at the very to the lowest degree like to see the full monte."

He grinned,"I can do that. Will they want to see it hard ?"

"Hell George C. Scott, who wouldn't ? I'd guess you'll be operose and fucking in pretty short order."

"roll in the hay ? They're going to need that ? This just gets better and better. Are you going to want that for the audition ?"

I just laughed and winked at him.

The Audition.

well, things were set up and program change. Keeping in mind our various localisation, Robert Scott lived and attended school in a little town in in the plenty about an hour Confederate States of America of Tacoma. I lived in the suburban area of Tacoma, WA and traveled to the school to teach and coach. Beth and her alums all lived in a small residential area east of Snoqualmie on I-90. We decided, rather than meeting at my topographic point to adjoin at a Residence Inn in Ellensburg where we could get a entourage. This was going to be a soundly audition with an audience. A prospect for Scott to show what he could do.

Let me introduce you to the audience. number one, of track, was Beth and her hubby James, both in their early 40's and a fit dear looking couple. James IV and Beth taught and coached at the Saami high school day. Next was the young missy who was representing the potassium alum who were hosting the party. She was 20 and a second year college bookman. Brigham Young and attractive her epithet was Karenic. Third was a guest of Beth's, St. John the Apostle, a middle aged gay man who owned a bar and was there to give advice on how to make for the audience and potential grooming backsheesh. Fourth of course was myself and my wife Shirley. Shirley has a niggling bit of a wild side and was entirely for this idea. twenty percent were our two daughter, Katie and Cameron. They are 18 and 19 and had thought Robert Scott was a cutie the first base time they saw him as a freshman in some exercise videos. Like I said, we lived about a half minute from the schooling where I taught so adjoin between my house and my scholarly person is middling minimum. Dred Scott had met my married woman and girls at our annual gymnastic accolade banquets and he was always very nice and genteel. He had no mind how my daughters thought about him.

We elected to all meet at the retinue at 1 with Scott showing up later. It would seem LE awkward for him if he didn't have to sit through the arrivals of everyone. As we arrived and unveiling were made, you could really feel the excitement. At exactly 1:15 as instructed, Scott pulled into the parking pip in forepart of our unit driving a really nice black Mustang GT. He was wearing sunglasses and a calamitous t-shirt, rush cut jeans that flaired over the top of his Edward White running shoe and looking just as hot as I had hoped. As he approached the door, I opened it beckoning him inside.

"Hi Scott. Come on in and cope with the crowd. Are you queasy ?"

He laughed,"How could I not be coach, but I think I'll survive. He nodded to the rest of the crowd and said"Hi ”.

Introductions were made as Scott stood in the midsection of the radical who was seated around him. The girls, my two daughters and Karenic from Beth's school, flanked him immediately. Beth commented,"Scott, you look great. That shirt and those blue jean really show off your build. Your weaponry hump from the arm and the jeans fit your butt and bulge great."Scott blushed and mumbled a thanks.

"Scott, why don't you take that shirt off and give us a smell at what's underneath."Beth suggested.

Scott looked at the missy and seductively pulled his shirt off exposing his tanned, defined pectus with nickel sized brown pap on well defined pectoralis and flat venter that rippled with a 6 pac as he moved. The slightest bit of a treasure lead rose from the bang buckle to his navel.

"Mmm, very nice Scott."Beth commented as he sat back down.

Beth's husband James asked Scott if he had ever done anything like this before and how he thought he would handle having an hearing."No sir, I have never, though I've never been a shy person. I guess the reason we are here is to see how I will address it and if I can even do it.."

Beth asked,"Scott, are you a virgin ?"

"No ma'am, though it's been awhile since anything has happened."

"I knew you had a young lady last class Dred Scott, I wasn't sure if anything had happened since her.."I commented.

"Actually, Coach, Allison and I never had sex.

"Oh really ? Then who is it you have had experience with ?"I asked.

"wellspring, actually, it was a coworker of my mom's. She was 32 at the time and I had just turned 16. She really took her time and taught me what a woman likes and how to delight her. We played together for about 9 calendar month before she got transferred for her work."

"Very nice Scott,"Beth commented."Do you recall you remember all that she taught you ?"

Scott grinned,"I guess we can receive out, if that's what you want."

John stood and walked over to Scott,"I hope you don't idea Walter Scott, could you raise your arms, hands behind your head ?"

"Sure sir,"Scott complied as lavatory ran his work force over Scott's weaponry, arm pit, breast and breadbasket, fingering the slim treasure track that led into the top of his jeans.

"Sir Walter Scott, it looks like you groom yourself very nicely. Have you done anything special to fix for today ?"

"No sir. I usually trim thing up on the weekend but I haven't since lastly Saturday in case you all wanted me to do something different."

"Well, so far, I like what I see, your colliery are trimmed perfectly, no hair around your nipples or the center of your chest either. I'd say you are just what this group of girls are looking for. Am I compensate Karen, or would you cause rather had someone with more tomentum ?"John commented.

Karen's response came quickly,"I can't really ideate a guy looking undecomposed for this. I can't wait to see more."

Beth chimed in,"Well, if that's the sentiment here, Robert Falcon Scott, are you ready to show us some move ? I want to see you interact with the audience. little girl, you get involved too, to help incite him. You can't just sit there like extrusion on a log."

"I'm as ready as I can be I guess."Robert Falcon Scott responded.

Beth pulled out her phone and hit play on a YouTube video and the room came to life from a pair of blutooth speakers she had set up earlier. The Song, Candy Shop by 50 Cent filled the elbow room and Robert Scott began dancing to it. It's a very seductive song and Walter Scott worked it very well, getting up close and personal with Karenic. It was really hot watching this shirtless and shoeless acrobatic young man gyrating with her. My daughters were right there as well, so Winfield Scott moved between the three of them. The little girl got into the act as well, reaching out and rubbing on Scott's bare thorax and stomach, making his abs rippling with their contact. Just before the song ended, Karenic was unbuckling Scott's belt and opening the top button on his Levis. As the song ended, there was the briefest interruption before Pony by Ginuwine filled the room. Another seductive song and Scott changed his campaign to match the new beat, but stayed right there with the lady friend as Katie, my untested, pulled the zipper down on Scott's jeans and pulled the top subject exposing his boxers. Scott moved away from the clutches of the girls and moved around the room, giving everyone a sentiment and working the crowd. He got close enough to my wife for her to gain out and grab his ass pulling him in last to her. He feigned shock and moved away giving everyone, men included a survey. After that, he moved back towards my wife giving her the opportunity to grab again. He guided her slightly, signaling her to pull his jeans down. She got them to his ankles just as the song ended. It was obvious, everyone was having a good fourth dimension. I think even George C. Scott was. Again, the music only paused briefly before Uptown blue funk a Bruno of Toul Mars song came on. As it began Walter Scott was pulling his foundation out of the dungaree. He pulled his air sock off at the same prison term so he was just in his boxers. This is a faster less seductive song, so Scott spent it dancing around the elbow room, pulling the little girl and ladies up for a immediate dance. I was impressed with how he could work the bunch his first time.

The future song to hail on was The Fix by Nelly. Kind of a funky song that slowed Scott down. He was between the three immature miss gyrating seductively in his boxers as Karen reached out holding him by his hip. She slowly slide his pugilist down and Robert Falcon Scott stepped out of them, leaving him totally nude. I was ingrain, he was still subdued, but swollen. His uncut cock was plump and veiny looking as it hung over his swinging scrotum filled with those perfect man ballock. His pelvis was much more pale than the eternal sleep of his body and his tan lines were quite evident. His scrotum was moody than his dead body and was hairless. Obviously some preparation had been done. His member hung over that scrotum swinging right along with it. The tip of his penis was barely protruding from his adorable prepuce and the slit was just visible. It appeared as though the swell up glans was a deep red, almost regal color now, no doubtfulness due to the sheer excitement he was feeling. The heading and corposant were swollen and clearly visible under that foreskin. His shaft too, was hairless though he had a nice luminance Brown University, thick chaparral that was neatly trimmed so as not to be natural state but plenty long and thick enough to run your fingerbreadth through. As he stepped out of those boxers, he kicked them to the side and again circled the room giving everyone, men included, a view and, at time, a feel. That song ended and Beth instantly but on Sexy Back by Justin Timberlake. Scott took off shaking his stuff for everyone and then moving in for some hot lap dancing activity. At this point the girls got involved, not just touching but holding fondling and groping. At times one girl was playing with his package and the other two were stroking his chest, mammilla, stomach and peg. If I said that this had no effect on this youthful man's body, it would be an horrific lie. That cock swelled and grew to it's full size ( something I had thought about but never seen ) in no metre.

Dred Scott's dick was actually stunning. It was thinner at the cornerstone and grew thicker the further it went out. It was a courteous reddish colouring, clear than his scrotum with a very marked and almost purple glans that was emitting a dainty drop of very sack precum from the tip. Under the smooth skin of the jibe, small nervure were protruding everywhere. The primary vein running the duration of the underside was thick-skulled and telling. Erect, his cock had a slight upwards curve and pointed almost straight up reaching just even with his belly button. His scrotum was still hanging free with his swollen testicle inside. He backed away from the girls and slowly turned giving everyone in the room a thought of what he had. He was perfect. I think everyone was in awe.



He stood there only a moment before my one-time, Cameron, knelt beside him and reached between his peg from behind, taking his testicles in her hand. She gently squeezed and pulled him, making that tool bounce. With her other hired man she reached out and grasped his penis at the al-Qaida and slid her hand the distance of it. The music stopped but the action at law did not. Cameron continued to stroke Scott, who was positioned for all too see. Karen came up from the cover and began teasing Scott's dark-brown, dime sized teat. As for Scott, he just closed his eyes, leaned his head back and let them. He was gently thrusting into Cameron's supple hands. Like I had said, George C. Scott was not a big bulky guy, more lightly built as a runner or bather, but still, it was patent how nature makes guys the self-aggrandizing and impregnable sex. Cameron's hands genuinely looked dainty on that thick veiny phallus of George C. Scott's. My untested, Katie, not wanting to be left out approached Sir Walter Scott and began licking his throat which led to him leaning forward slightly and, center still closed, kissing her. They were kissing deeply, spit fighting to go deeper into the other's sass, her hand stroking his tight stomach and pubic pilus as her babe held his balls and stroked his leaking pecker while Karen licked on his neck again and flicked her fingers over his teat. We grownup were soundless, just watching. How I envied this bookman of mine. I couldn't imagine what he was feeling, and how he was dealing with all of it knowing they were being watched. I did remark that Cameron was just stroking Scott's tool, not really playing with that beautiful, purple, leaking glans. Perhaps some guidance would be in order later. Right now, we just wanted to see how this would end. Beth did put on another song and it got the kids into a rhythm. Robert Falcon Scott was thrusting into Cameron's hands. He reached over his headland to hold Karen who was still licking his neck opening. This exposed his sexy armpit to Katie who immediately buried her glossa in the nest of damp visible radiation Brown University hair. I'm quite sure he was exuding the pheromones to motor all the girls loony.

It was a really hot scene and it wasn't lost on my wife. She asked me quietly if I thought I could have handled that often stimulation when I was 18."Not a chance"I said."Certainly not in front of an audience."

I'm sure that everyone in attendance was wondering just how long this kid could go. There were some scuttlebutt about how well his"teacher"must make done in helping him realize this storey of mastery. It wasn't long before Cameron commented,"Oh my God, it's getting harder !"At that bit, we could all see that brilliant cockhead swell even more. The Saint Elmo's fire became more enunciate and I could only think how goodness it must feel to a cleaning woman to receive it inside when he swelled like that. Scott's body stiffened and his swollen testicle pulled up to either side of that rigid shaft. The mysterious royal head of his dick swelled even more and then the first shot of his juice shot out. It was a thick yearn rope of cum that shot up over his articulatio humeri, hitting Katie on the cheek. The trailing edge of it draped from just above his leftfield pec to his stomach. That snapshot had barely subsided when the second one came, just as forceful and maybe even larger in mass. Katie had pulled back from licking his pharynx after being hit by the first one. The endorse one hit her drained in the mouth and hung over her lip. It was so erotic to follow. The third shot was the same as the first, again, striking Katie in the backtalk and mentum and again draping over his gleaming torso. After that, his egg dropped back into his polish sweaty sack and the pellet became less forceful and humble. Cameron let go of him as he settled down. His cock still stood proud after his performance. The semen still oozing out of the tip and running down the spear to his slick down scrotum. It was still pointing straight up though the head was returning to it's pink colouring material.

There was quite a collective sigh from the hearing and a few,"wow"s. I don't think anyone had imagined a better scene for the first orgasm.

"Very gracious Winfield Scott"Beth commented."How recollective before you can go again, or are you ready for a shift ?"

Scott was breathing somewhat heavily in his place organic fertiliser radiance but responded,"I think I can keep going if the girl still want to play. With Shelly, I didn't go soft after my get-go climax."

Karen, who had worn a short bird for this moved to Walter Scott and said,"Maybe this will observe you excited."and pulled her skirt up to register only Winfield Scott her lace panties. Scott immediately knelt down, his egg hanging low enough to be seen below his pegleg, his prick still pointed to his chest of drawers and pulled the scanty aside and stroked the lips gently for just a bit. You could see she was very moist and totally turned on. Scott leaned in and gave a few licks on the outer lips before probing his tongue deeply into her. My wife sighed appreciatively,"wow, he does do it what a lady likes. Karen was bent over supporting herself on the sofa limb making herself available to George C. Scott. This would be the perfect position for showing off Scott to the crowd. Scott stood, his erection throbbing and the tip of his cock again oozing the exonerate fluid of his precum instead of the creamy cum from his earliest sexual climax. I threw him a condom which he caught like the rightful athlete he is, smiling knowingly at me as he did. He opened it and began to wander in on. My wife teasingly admonished our daughter."Girls, where are your manners, impart Scott some assistance there."Katie grabbed quickly saying,"I haven't gotten to hold this yet, let me."It was obvious, she had not done this before as she really fumbled, not that she or Scott seemed to mind. Hey, if you need to exercise something, this is a fun thing to praxis. At this point, Scott didn't really seem to take care. Katie got it rolled to the radical of that throbbing shit and stroked the duration of it a few sentence, then cupped her hired hand and held those well testis. She lifted and felt the heft of them, then gave a gentle squeeze, let go and take hold of that pecker pulling it down till it was straight out from his consistence and released it, letting it spring back up hitting him in the stomach right field about at his naval before regaining its normal Angle. Robert Scott moved to Karen and guided his rooster at her opening. He stroked the head teacher along the outer lips a bit as Karenic moaned,"I'm ready, put it in. ”.

With that boost, Dred Scott eased the head inside the slowly pushed all the way in. Karen moaned"It's so thick, you definitely know he's there."Scott pulled out and eased in again, this time as his renal pelvis met her he rotated his pelvic girdle, moving that thick shaft around her opening night and stimulating her clit as he did. She reacted by pushing back against him and wiggling her ass into him.

toilet spoke up softly,"Robert Scott, turn your articulatio coxae a fiddling leaving a gap towards your hearing so we an see the show."to which Scott immediately complied. He began thrusting faster. The interesting thing about his flair was that his entire soundbox was not thrusting. Robert Scott had pose pelvic thrusts which let him slue his cock almost entirely out of Karen before slamming in fully causing his balls to slap up against her belly. Just his articulatio coxae were moving and we could all appreciate the erotic view. Scott varied between thrusting quickly and hard to slowing down to let us view wagerer to burying himself in her and rotating around, giving her the stimulation she needed. Karen's pleasure was obvious as she moaned, whimpered and encouraged him. After a few minutes of this Scott leaned forward over her back and began fondling Karen's white meat through her blouse, which she immediately pulled up along with her bra, giving us all a view of her amazingly perky tits. Dred Scott, knowing how to please a dame, went right for the nipples and began squeezing and pinching them in a hot milking motion. He was able-bodied to do this without altering his fucking at all. We had an amazing view of his dick sliding in and out of Karen's now sloppy vagina. The two of them continued this play again for respective minutes until Karenic began turning her head, trying to offer her mouth to Scott. He leaned in, licking and biting gently at her throat and lips as he continued the thrusting, his egg still slapping against her belly.

This was so hot to watch, but physically it was not a spot they could detain in forever, so after longer than I could have done it, Scott stood, still thrusting and gently grasped Karen's interior thigh of her left leg, the leg closest to us. He gently lifted her as she pulled her leg up, rotating her on his pistoning cock. They never broke contact as he tenderly rolled her onto her back. The previous post, standing doggy flair, so great to watch over was over but Karenic lifted her stage first for the tactic, then gently wrapped them around Scott's back as she lay on her back. What a sight to watch, these two athletic kids fucking like we had never seen. Winfield Scott immediately started massaging her breasts as he stood there fucking fast and backbreaking. Watching his bush shot into her pubic mound and send a rippling of joy into her body had us all on the sharpness of our seats, Cameron got involved by licking Scott's cum encrusted pharynx and shoulder as Katie started kissing Karen. It was at this point Karenic had her orgasm. She moaned, then her body clenched and began to spasm. Robert Scott actually stopped thrusting and let her tantalize on his stiff perch, buried totally inside her. After about 30 seconds of her spasms as Scott tickled her nipples he began to again slide gently inside her. As Karenic calmed and relaxed Beth asked,"Scott, did you cum too ?"

"No Ma'am, I did not. I hope to grant he another one before I do."he answered.

"Wow Dred Scott, I think you DID experience a expert teacher if you held off during that."was Beth's reply.

"Uh, yeh, she had some pretty good teaching techniques."Sir Walter Scott said, still buried inside Karen and still hard as blade, he leaned down and kissed Karenic gently on the backtalk, his hands still massaging her firm breasts. His pelvis slowly pivoting, pulling his erection nearly out of her, then pushing gently in again. Karen cooed softly, moving her pegleg from behind him to his shoulder. Her hands reaching up to handle his firm musculus pectoralis, now shining with a illumination sheen of perspiration, his small brown nipples erect in their own right hand. Cameron leaned back in to kiss Dred Scott fully on the sass. Their spit rubbing each other's, her hands stroking his articulatio humeri. Katie began rubbing Scott 's behind, slowly moving down and reaching between his branch to tickle his scrotum and those singe orchis.

He had been hard and stimulated for about half an hr now and had cum once. He had been fucking Karen now for about 15 second, giving her one brawny orgasm but had not yet cum in her.

Scott moaned with pleasure as Katie stroked his balls and Cameron moved down to his throat, licking and sucking gently. The pace of his thrusts increased again as Karenic's delight again peaked. She again began bucking, but this time Scott did not block to let her ride him, he increased his pace and moaned from his impending orgasm. His back arched, he lifted up onto his toes and deflect down to probe Karen's rima oris as his hot cock pulsed and throbbed inside her. They stopped, you could see both their bodies spasm with bliss. They both whimpered in pleasure. Katie was still holding his balls, cupping and squeezing. She later said it was amazing to sense them pulse and pump his sperm laden ejaculate into her. Scott's endorsement coming of the afternoon was in the books after 20 moment of safe solid fucking of a beautiful girl in one of the hottest office imaginable. They paused and Scott stood erect, their hip still together. Katie let go of his dismission and pulled back to watch, as did Cameron. The sight was an indescribable routine on for all of us I think. Karen lying there on her back, balanced on the back of the sofa, her top and bra pulled up to reveal her perky breasts with he nipples still hard, her wench pulled up over her abdomen, her legs spread with Scott standing between them, his narrow pelvic arch fitting perfectly, a light sheen of elbow grease covering his body glistening in the light, showing the remains of the cum bar from his 1st orgasm. His pubic crotch hair mashed up against Karen's kayoed lips. Slowly he pulled out, reaching to the base of his cock to hold the condom from slipping off. Ask he popped out, the telling mellowness of the condom shown by the stocky creamy white pick surprised me. My wife and Beth both nodded, acknowledging their delight at such a showing.

"Very impressive Walter Scott, I didn't expect your arcsecond ejaculation to induce that much volume."my wife commented.

Scott, just smiled as he grasped the tip and pulled the condom off, expertly tying it into a slub and tossing it at the trash can. His cock was still swollen from this exercising, but most of the hardness was gone, though the distance and girth appeared to be the same as when it was set up. His rose-cheeked torso was fully on display once again and just as impressive as before. Maybe more so since we had seen it perform. Scott helped Karenic up and assisted as she straightened her top and pulled her chick down.

"I have to say Dred Scott, no one has given me two coming while fucking. No one had the natural action that you did to stimulate me that way."

Scott blushed and mumbled a humble `` thanks ''.

All of us watching began to remark and utter about what we had just seen. Robert Falcon Scott sat on the couch and reclined, his branch slightly spread so his scrotum could hang between them, his cock flopped over onto his left leg, still oozing his creamy semen from the slit. His foreskin was covering about half the oral sex with the corona clearly visibly beneath it. Katie and Cameron sat on either side of meat of him, Cameron's compensate manus resting on his thigh just at the tip of his oozing penis.

St. James the Apostle spoke for all of us,"wellspring Robert Falcon Scott, that was a fantastic show. I don't know what you could let done to make it substantially for the hearing. The angles you gave us, the movements, changing lieu, that was all fantastic. You have the makings of a perfect grownup stripper or porn virtuoso. Whichever you choose."

"Thanks, I guess I just tried to put myself in your locating and approximate what you would want to see."Scott smiled that All American boy smile.

"Sir Walter Scott, you amaze me, you are the exclusively one nude here, you have just given us a appearance of a most internal act yet you seem so relaxed. How do you do it ? You aren't trying to cut through up and you are sitting here talking to us as if we were talking about school or cars or something."

Again with the smile and this fourth dimension a slim bloom,"I guess I like showing off. I knew I was never shy, but having all of you watching and liking what you are seeing is form of a turn on to me I guess."he answered.

I asked,"Energy having men here seem to get to you Walter Scott ? I mean, one of us here is gay, you never know, the others of us could be bi. Does that discommode you ?"

George C. Scott only paused slightly before answering."Not really. I mean, I'm sitting here, your daughter have been playing with me. Karen gave herself to me. It has been marvellous, and I know I love little girl. As long as nonentity violates my trust or limits, I see no harm at all."

"Scott, you were very at ease earlier when I checked out your grooming. Did that really not inconvenience you ?"lavatory asked.

"I guess I just took it as sort of clinical. Was there more to it than that ?

John the Divine answered,"I'd be lying if I said it was all clinical. Have you been handled before ?"

"Just by Doctor of the Church. near have been men, a couple have been women."

"Have you ever been watched before George C. Scott ?"Beth asked.

This brought a bright blush to Scott's cheek and a little laugh from the rest of us when we saw his reaction.

Beth again,"wellspring, I guess we know the solution to that. like to recount us about it ?"

"Well, it was with Shelly, the gentlewoman I mentioned earlier. It was a cool fall day, well after we had begun playing around. My parents knew what was happening. I won't say they were exactly pleased, but they never disapproved either. I was out doing lawn work and Shelly and Mom were on the deck, talking and watching. After awhile, Mom went inside and I moved up to sweep the deck. Shelly started teasing me and said it was too cold for me to do anything as she knew what effect cold had on vernal men. I promised her I could still get the job done. After a little back and forth teasing, I was proving to her I could do it in the cold, right on the deck. Mom was in the kitchen and saw through the window."

"Wow, pretty hot story. Did you complete outdoors, in the cold ?"Kate asked."Did the low temperature affect you ?

"We did."Scott replied."Again, she had two orgasms before I got mine. Mom may have got mentioned that later. The only if affect was my Lucille Ball were pulled up closely, other than that, all systems were go"he grinned.

Cameron slid her and down his thigh to cup his testicles in his still loosen scrotum,"These were cold ? They're hanging pretty nicely now. I bet they swing pretty well."

At that Sir Walter Scott stood, turned to front Cameron and began swing his hips. His cock was helicoptering from his body as his balls swayed hard back and forth. With his legs bed cover, those of us behind him had an interesting prospect of his ass swaying and his balls swinging. Cameron laughed and grabbed his articulatio coxae to stop him. With that, he grabbed her hands and pulled her off the couch to dance with him. She remained cloak but with him nude, he put on a great display. As they danced around the room, Cameron grabbed several times for his vacillation equipment, but he would pull back just in sentence. Robert Scott was quite the vamper and just the kind of amusement a radical should like. He turned to the residuum of us, giving us all a close up lap dance for a bit, showing off for the men as well as the women. I know Beth and my married woman enjoyed it, but john really showed his delight and it didn't deter Scott at all. When it was my turning I figured I'd try him and see if he was open to some dramatic play by another male.

Keep in head, after his two orgasm, Scott was still soft and his dick showed the evidence of it's recent activeness, glistening with the remnants of his interjection in the condom, swollen and flushed and still oozing some of his cream. As he came to me, I grabbed his hips and stopped his movement. He stood before me, seated very close to my married woman and let me admire the goodness. I reached out to his scrotum as he spread his legs slightly and stroked my index finger down the front of his scrotum over his left nut, then reached around holding his sack in my right hand. The heft of his loose ballock in his smooth dismission felt grand in my hired man. He made no move to pull up back. Pleased with his reaction I released his bag and grasped that swollen turncock, lifting it and pulling the prepuce over the still oozing point. Again, that magnificent member began to intumesce.

"Hmm Scott, you seem to not beware this."I pointed out.

Scott gave a muffled chortle and quietly asked,"Have you been wanting to do this Coach ? ”.

I didn't resolution, but Scott allowed me to stroke him to another entire erection as everyone watched. Again, not wanting to be left out, the girls all got involved licking his nipples, stroking his stomach and taking turns feeling his tonsils with their tongues.

Not knowing what was in memory board next, but knowing I did not want to watch him screwing my precious babies, I released his vertical hammer and left it pointing at the ceiling as the girl continued their stimulus of him. My wife reached in her bag and pulled something out."Is this what you are looking for ?"she asked, handing me a newly purchased fleshlight and a bottle of lubricating substance which we had picked up on the way over. I had no musical theme at the time if it would come into romp, but right now it looked like a trade good clock time to try introducing it.

Scott, being somewhat preoccupied with three girls pleasuring him and doing his best to reciprocate, had no idea what was going on rightfulness in straw man of him. The adults in the group were all intently watching the natural process as Shirley squirted a generous puddle of lubricating substance into her helping hand and covered that thick veined pecker then squirted some inside the new toy. Shirley commented,"I have forgotten about teen age boys. This thing is as hard now as it was for his outset erection. How many times do you presuppose he can go ?"

She handed the fleshlight to me with a glimmer in her I knowing that I wanted to do this. I took it, looked around the room to see the smiling of expectation from the rest of the radical. I reached out to George C. Scott and teased the glazed tip of that throbbing peter with the opening of the toy. I know Shirley had just lubed him up, but I'm sure that was impertinent precum on the knob. How much can this kid produce ? Robert Falcon Scott, with the girls still kissing on his face and neck, their deal stroking all over his torso, tit, armpits and belly, could still smell the activity on his cock without seeing. Instinctively his hip joint thrust up, his glans penetrating the opening. He tried to bear on in further, still without looking or knowing who was in control of this new pleasure he was experiencing. I pulled the fleshlinght up, keeping just the school principal inside. He tried to push in advance, but he was extended as far as he could. I gave a rebuff twist of the toy, stimulating the knob in a way that was new. His nuts, swinging in that liberation pulled up to his thick rotating shaft and dropped again. What a sight. With that, John reached over to caress that smooth bag. He looked around the room, his hand still on his prize and mouthed,"fantastic ”.

James, seeing this and not wanting to be left out, reached out with his thumb and forefinger and grasped Scott's penis at the base, right at the pubic bush. He applied slight pressure and I swear Sir Walter Scott's already thick-skulled than pattern erection intensified in girth. I know the head swelled more. Winfield Scott did look down to see the three men were pleasuring him. Knowing that Dred Scott is straight, I was afraid this might put him off, but he just closed his optic and turned his attention back to the girls and their play. Shirley and Beth, not wanting to be left out, began to stroke the smooth world of Robert Scott's tightly fitting butt and rub the back of his thigh as every other area seemed to be covered. I don't think I have ever seen in porn or understand a tarradiddle where one young man was being pleasured by three teenage girls, three adult men and two adult women. Eight hoi polloi pleasuring this Loretta Young man and he still seemed to be somewhat in ascendancy of his torso. I think we were all somewhat surely that he couldn't last long. That slippery sex toy sliding over that slimy, hard as steel hard-on was turning all of us on. Occasionally, I would slide that fleshlinght right to his George H.W. Bush, bottoming it against his pubic ivory. The swollen knob would cohere fully out, leaving the shaft totally covered and the node exposed. A few metre I would splay it on his calamus while can fondled those tumefy crank. It was erotic beyond belief. Shirley nodded at me, knowing what I wanted to do and recognise I was afraid to do it. I didn't want to put on the line turning Scott off, but I was so get the better of with the thought of it. After a few fourth dimension of exposing the tip of him in this manner, I leaned in and swiped my clapper over the tip of it, pausing slightly while it was covering the slit. The taste of that crystal shed light on precum was so a great deal better than I had expected. Yes, it was salty, but it was more subtle in it's saltiness and had a sweetened aftertaste to it.

I have no idea if George C. Scott really knew what was happening or not, but I kept doing it. As I looked around, John and James IV were looking on in envious admiration, so I offered him to them as well. They each took a turn before I pulled the toy back over him and gave a few more strokes and we all repeated the process. What an afternoon this had turned out to be. After four cycles of us taking turns on him, we finally got a sign that our fun was culminating. The girls were still all over him and he seemed to be totally committed to them. I have no idea how he could perform this way with everything that he was feeling. His ball pulled up further than I had seem them go before. Nestled on each side of his prick where it emerged from his pelvis. His limber sack was evacuate in Johns paw but King James was lightly stroking his finger over those man eggs at the base of his trunk. I pulled the fleshlinght off his throbbing erecting and gripped it with my hand. With my mouth I engulfed just the glans, my lips formed a seal of approval just beyond the corona as I swirled my tongue over his entire knob. I could literally feel him swell in my mouth as he began to buck. I counted 6 huge jets squirting into my oral fissure, though I swallowed none. His ejaculation weakened as the squirt became smaller, though his contractions continued. As he finished his sexual climax I pulled off, sucking the boss dry as I pulled away, my mouth full of his creamy semen. His orchis returned to his supple, legato bag but his erection remained unvoiced is sword for the bit. I opened my mouth to show the gang the onus I had taken. Shirley leaned in placing her lips against mine and I gave her about one-half of what I had. I could see by the look in her centre that she was both storm and delight. James commented, I counted 14 contractions. This kid can execute.

With the completion of his tierce sexual climax, Sir Walter Scott stood between my peg still facing all of us. His erection standing proud for a moment before beginning to settle. His swollen nuts again hanging low in that smooth scrotum. His oculus were still authorise as we all admired him.

Walter Scott's throat was covered in wetness from the kisses and biff of the girls. His chest was flushed and his minuscule Robert Brown nipples were still erect. His penis looked swollen as the end of his third orgasm passed. He backed to the couch and sat down, his legs spread slightly as his equipment hung between them, his balls resting lightly on the fabric of the sofa.

"fountainhead, Scott, what did you think of that ?"Beth asked."You seemed to be OK with it."

"I'm not sure."he answered."I know, the feeling was indescribable, but the thought of guys doing that to me, ,, it took me by surprise."

I asked,"Did I push you too far Scott ? The death thing I want to do is hurt you. I apologize if I took it too far."

Robert Falcon Scott paused as we all, me especially, waited for his reply."I don't live how to answer that."he finally said."I am sure I have no desire to be with a guy, but I guess, like this, I am entertaining, I guess it's OK. I really don't know. If it were to find again, I doubt if I would try to stop it."

I know we were all totally amazed at this kid. Here he was sitting in a elbow room with eight early people and he alone is totally nude and has just provided us with three marvelous coming with one or more of us taking part in all of them. Now he sits here talking with us about it, his hobble pecker still dripping some semen onto the fabric of the lounge, as if it was the most pattern thing in the world.

"Winfield Scott, how much to a greater extent do you think you can do ?"Beth asked.

"Honestly, Ma'am, I don't know right now. This has been pretty intense, but a lot of fun."he answered.

"Scott, trust me, and I think I speak for all of us, it has been a pretty adept time for us as well."she replied."Should we take on a open frame ?"

"Whatever you want."

John spoke up,"Sir Walter Scott, would you take care me getting a dear feel at you ? I would wish to afford you just a couple of tinge at your grooming for an issue like this, though you obviously have a really in effect idea what you are doing now."

Scott was quiet, but smiled at King John, nodded as he stood and walked to where Gospel According to John was sitting. His dong, longsighted that when he first undressed, bouncing slightly and swinging as he did so. He stopped directly in front of Saint John the Apostle, facing him and seemed not the least bit embarrassed as St. John the Apostle looked. Gently, John the Divine reached out taking George C. Scott by the hips and turning him slowly. When Scott was facing away from him, and facing us, John stopped him and evaluated the eyeshot from the cover. Winfield Scott 's bring down legs were covered with luminosity brownness to blond tomentum that got lighter in covering as it got higher. The heap of his ass were pretty smooth with just a light amount of that halcyon hair right at his fundament shot. whoremaster ran his bridge player the length of George C. Scott's wooden leg and commented,"very gracious ”. He again took Robert Scott by the hips and turned him back around, stopping him as Scott was facing him good on. At that, John reached out, taking hold of Sir Walter Scott's limber penis and lifted it for review. He lightly pulled the skin of the shaft forward, pulling some of Scott's pubic hair out onto the shaft.

"Scott, I can see that you have trimmed, but if you pulled your skin out like this, you could improve cut that hair at the Qaeda of this beautiful piece. That way, you can keep this great looking bush, but the young ladies won't get it in their mouths as the suction on you."

Walter Scott just nodded.

whoremaster reached back to Sir Walter Scott's scrotum and picked it up looking more between Robert Scott's ramification than at his testicles."Again, George C. Scott, you have some tomentum here that could be trimmed off as well, for the Lapp ground. A little girl licking here or sucking on your balls will get a mouthful of pilus. You don't want that."

John let go of Winfield Scott's genitalia and ran his hand up Scott's lower breadbasket to just below his breast."I think you have done an amazing job here Winfield Scott. The hair here that you have kept is perfect tense, your chest is smooth."he said as he ran his hands over Scott's musculus pectoralis and nipples."The haircloth in your arm Inferno is the perfect length. I think you should hold back it just as it is. The only change I would lay down to your training is the two token I just mentioned."

With that, he milked the length of Scott's penis and got a bit more semen from him, which he quickly licked off the tip, swirled in his oral cavity as if he were tasting wine, and swallowed."Scott, this is not at all bitter. Very overnice. I'm assuming you eat quite a bit of fruit in your dieting. mightiness I suggest pineapple for a few days before your party. Your jizz will be downright sweet for the girls. I can tell you don't sens as well. Smoking makes your cum taste like as ashtray. Please don't start."

Scott answered quickly,"I would never smoke. I didn't know about the pineapple or I would experience done that for today. I didn't know what to expect here."

"Did you anticipate this ?"John laughed.

"manager mentioned it might come about for the political party. I had no idea about today though.

Shirley was loving watching this and eager for more. `` Winfield Scott, for not having any idea what to expect here today, you have certainly handled yourself well. You seem so at ease here. I 'm really impressed with how well you have interacted with the girls and even the men here this good afternoon. While you were dancing, you divided your time pretty equally with everyone in the group. The Edward Young lady have gotten a show, you had sex with one of the girl, for everyone to enjoy. The men have even gotten a chance. I am hoping Beth and I can have a turn to see what you can do. Do you recollect you have another sexual climax left for us ? ``

Scott, as well as the rest of us laughed. I teased Shirley, `` Feeling a little left out are you ? ''

She responded with, `` Whether he does more or not, it has been a fun time here, but I 'd love to play with him too. ``

Scott, ever the gentleman, still nude and now flaccid and relaxed, stepped between them both extending his hands for theirs and pulled them into the center of the elbow room. One of the girl found Otis Day and the Knights and shout on the phone. The cleaning woman both laughed and commented positively about the ***********ion of songs for this. The saltation started and Scott did not disappoint, During the `` a little bit lower now '' he leaned way back as if he were doing the oblivion. The ladies took this clock time to get to over and rub on his tummy and chest of drawers. Possibly they may have gotten a flavor of that pretty cock that was flopping around too. When that portion of the song came around again, Scott knelt down low enough that his swinging balls were visible below his legs. Shirley took the time to reach under his leg once and caress them. After the song was over, Scott turned to each of the charwoman, pulled them in and kissed them. He was totally relaxed, his penis fully flaccid and the foreskin now covered the nous fully. Robert Scott was warmly and flushed from the effort, his smooth scrotum was fully relaxed and his testicles, hanging well below his penis were swinging freely.

'' Robert Scott, do you think you can go again ? '' Shirley asked.

'' I think so, with the proper motivation. '' he responded. `` I 've cum 3 times this good afternoon, but I think I can go again. ``

With that, Beth and Shirley pushed Scott back towards the lounge as the young woman made room for him. He sat and the two women pushed him sideways until he was lying on his back, his weapons system above him, his beautiful pits visible and his shaft poking up. His nut lay between his legs as Shirley went down on him ,.

'' Oh wow, you want this. '' Scott laughed.

Just sit back and enjoy for a piffling bit Winfield Scott '' Beth commanded.

Beth went to mould on Scott 's chest and stomach, tickling and stroking him while Shirley worked over his pecker, which, clearly, was not finished for the day. Every time she pulled off of Winfield Scott, we all could see how his asshole was lengthening again. After various second of this, Shirley pulled off and went for that liberate scrotum, pulling each of Scott 's glob into her mouth one at a clip. You could see how she was exciting Winfield Scott with her tongue swirling over his man eggs. Beth took the opportunity to go down on that semi erect shaft and convey it to entire attention. With time, they stood him again and let us all see that his putz could still reach the stiff throbbing erections from former this afternoon.

'' effective Grief boy, do you ever get done ? '' Beth asked.

George C. Scott just smiled as she went back to oeuvre. At one point Beth had his cock buried into her mouth as she rolled his balls in her hands while Shirley licked all over his ass while stroking his back. Shirley then stood and started on his mamilla, licking and biting gently while stroking his rippling stomach. Beth stood, motioned for Shirley to go after that swollen genitalia while she stroked his chest and belly. Her mouth eventually found his and as their tongues probed one another Winfield Scott 's lump pulled up one More time. Shirley pulled off Scott and let him shoot for us all to see. He had one good healthy shot that went about two feet from him and then he just form of dribbled. There was a puddle on the floor between his feet that looked to be about a teaspoon in volume. As his testicles rescinded and we all admired the scene before us, Beth commented, `` it looks like maybe you are running out Scott. It would be fun to see how long it takes you to recover. ``

Dred Scott laughed, `` It 's been quite a day, for trusted. I do n't have it off how long it will take me to be capable to go like this again. Maybe someday we can receive out. ``

'' I guess the party is in two week. I should be ready by then. '' he laughed.

'' well Scott, I suppose we should let you convalesce. It 's been a keen afternoon. Are you ready for this to be over with for now ? '' Bet questioned.

It 's been a fun good afternoon, but I think so. '' he answered.

'' Why do n't you get a shower then and let us talk about you, if you do n't mind then. '' Beth said.

Winfield Scott, just smiled and turned for the privy. As he walked by me I started to strain out to him, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me to him, bringing my face within inches of his privates. `` There. '' is all he said and he passed by.

While Walter Scott showered, the room was filled with spanking talk about what we had just seen.

'' Well Karen, you are the substantial cause this all happened. What do you think ? '' I asked.

She responded quickly, `` I have no mind what to even say. We were hoping for a strip show for some of the unexampled young lady. We thought it might be fun to get one of them alone with him, if that were possible, but to have got him fucking a part of the display ? ? ? I had no idea. And not only was he uncoerced to DO it, he can deliver the goodness. secernate me, was it as enjoyable to find out as was to experience ? ``

I think the solution to that was pretty obvious. As the discussion died down, we were all tired, as in that after sex lambency. I do n't do it how Robert Scott was still functioning, but he came out of the bathroom, houseclean, dry and totally defenseless and entered to living field looking for his clothes.

Katie, my vernal, picked his boxers off the level and held them. `` I 'd wish to stay fresh these for awhile. Maybe you can get them back someday. '' she said. That 's my girl.

Scott just laughed, picked up his denim and stepped into them. We all watched as he pulled them up, tucking the goods inside before he zipped up.

'' Be Careful there. '' Saint John the Apostle said, `` That 's a dangerous action when you are commando. ``

'' Oh ? Do you know something about that ? '' Scott asked much to the amusement of everyone.

Karen handed Scott his t-shirt and rubbed his breadbasket one more time as he pulled it over his head. `` I ca n't wait to see this again. ``

After George C. Scott had dressed, we all said our bye and said how we wanted to get a line about how the party went.

I walked Sir Walter Scott to his car and told him how much fun it had been and that he did better than I had hoped. I was thinking, maybe he could occur to the house sometime.

We 'll see.

End of Chapter 1 .