The Idea.

howdy, I have a story to say that you may observe worry. My name is Marty Harris and I am a school teacher and football handler in a pocket-sized community of interests in the mountains south of Seattle. I love my job and my educatee. I guess I am a popular teacher as many of my students and alums retain in contact with me after school, practice or even graduation.

This story begins after I had visited a champion and former educatee teaching confrere of mine who taught in a standardized pocket-size town about 2 minute from mine, east of Seattle. She told me that she had been visited by some one-time scholarly person of hers who were in their indorsement class of college now and they were planning to add up dwelling for their homecoming and contribute a group of Friend who had never been to Washington D.C. state. They mentioned that they were hoping for a really wild time to exhibit these friends and had even hoped to find a young man volition to strip for them at their"after the game"party. My Quaker, Beth Manning, and I laughed it off and thought how much more outmatch these daughter were than we were when each of us was in college.

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

On Monday, my day went pretty much according to architectural plan. A full and rewarding yet uneventful day of teaching math, algebra, geometry, and one concretion class and then it was down to the gym for football practice.

I was in the locker as my players came in. Sometimes I spent my prep time in my office and sometimes I was in the locker room with my musician as we prepared for practice session. I had a particularly good team this year and our Friday game had been a triumph. The guys had played exceptionally well against a better ranked squad and pulled out a victory by a slim margin. pattern was going to be fairly light up this afternoon as a reward to them for their effort.

As I watched my players come in and begin dressing for practice session, I again observed the fundamental interaction between the instrumentalist. One of my dearie team members and scholar caught my eye. Scott Curry, an incoming senior, had been playing first team since his sophomore year. He was one my offence running backs and team co captain. 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 assist out. Today was no elision. Normally, any team has a definite pecking order with the older players picking out particular spots in our assailable footlocker way and exhibitioner area. That was true of many of my stream players, but never Robert Falcon Scott. Today, as common, he was one of the last players to move into the fecundation elbow room as his last class of the day was clear across campus from the gym. He came in and saw one of our newbie and less popular instrumentalist off by himself. Robert Scott sat on the Bench beside him and in a friendly tone greeted the Whitney Moore Young Jr. man. I always liked when this happened and could weigh on Scott to a greater extent than any of my other player to do this without being told to. You could see how it brightened the young man's eyes to be noticed and talks to by one of the captains.

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

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

"Sure Coach, I'll be there in a few minutes."

He entered my place about five minute of arc later and asked,"What's up ?"He didn't call me coach-and-four. He must possess known something different was up.

"fountainhead, Dred Scott, I have something to ask you. It's not a favor, you can say no. It has nothing to do with the team, your acting, your grades or the school."

He said,"well I figured it wasn't about the team or you would receive called me Curry."I generally called my thespian by their survive epithet only on the subject. firstly names in the classroom or out of school.

"Anyway Winfield Scott, like I said, this is not a party favor or anything. You have no obligation 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 ally who teaches and coaches about two hours from here. I was visiting with her last weekend and she mentioned that some of her alumni were going to be bringing some of their college admirer for a visit in a couplet of weeks for their return. They were hoping to show these lady friend a right time."

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

"fountainhead, Scott, they were hoping to give birth a party after their plot on Friday Nox. They wanted a good one and were hoping to find a young man to dismantle for them. I really just laughed the idea off until this afternoon and watched you work with our younger player. Your helpful posture and willingness to move over any job everything you have makes you pure. Also, if you hadn't noticed, you are one hell of a estimable looking guy."

George C. Scott looked at me, then he laughed."Damn private instructor. I never in a million years would possess guessed you were going to ask me something like this. Are you grave ?"

"Yes Dred 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 perfect. It's totally up to you. No pressure. No promises have been made, and like I said, you are under no obligation to do it. I do imagine, there could be some money though, if you are interested."

Again, he laughed,"Now you're making me a whore. How a lot money. Am I a inexpensive loose woman or a gamey priced call daughter ?"

That made me laugh."No musical theme Scott. Which do you want to be ? Should I call Beth and see if they are sober and how practically they are leave to spend ?"

"No, I don't think I want to experience. Honestly, I am not shy. I like showing off. I might do it, but I don't even know if I can foray very well. I mean, I am a decent terpsichorean. I've won a few dance contest here at school terpsichore, but I think stripping is a minuscule bit different."

"wellspring, you have almost three hebdomad to practice."I laughed."is it OK if I call Beth and secernate 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 newsworthiness when I got house that Nox. She laughed heartily and admonished me,"Marty, you dumbass. I told you that because I thought it was a funny idea. I didn't mean value for you to obtain a stripper for them."

"I know."I told her,"I took it that way too, but watching Walter Scott interact with musician today, the estimate just hit me. Do you require to go on with it or do you think it's a pillock thought ?"

"Are you kidding ? Of path I think it's a pillock melodic theme and HELL YES I'd like to go on with it. Let me get in feeling with one of the girls."

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

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

On Wed I had the answer. The girls were definitely worry. They had up to $ 500 to pay if needed and Beth was all for viewing a practice session. We set up to do that Sat afternoon at my spot. I would let Scott know.

Let me take a second to describe Scott. Like I said, he was an entrance senior and had just had his 18th natal day this past Fri. He was not your typical football player in that he was scant, with a bather build, and fast. Six feet even, 170 pounds and solid, not bulky. Light John Brown skin with slightly darker blonde hair and beautiful brown eyes. Slender waist with a torso that tapered out to a wide defined chest and berm rounded out the package. If you're matter to in the other facets, I know from being his coach that he is uncircumcised, unshaven in his pubic area and has a nice full scrotum that hangs freely when he's not cold. His phallus bent nicely over that scrotum with the tip just visible out the foreskin. I have not seen him erect, but I am sure as shooting it performs more than adequately.

On Thursday after practice I told Scott about the conversation I had had with Beth. He was a piddling surprised but only asked what time Saturday.

I told him to descend by rightfulness after lunch.

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

"Well, I am indisputable they'd at the very least like to see the full monte."

He grinned,"I can do that. Will they require to see it heavy ?"

"Hell Scott, who wouldn't ? I'd shot you'll be hard and fucking in jolly short order."

"Fucking ? They're going to want that ? This just gets better and near. Are you going to want that for the audition ?"

I just laughed and winked at him.

The Audition.

fountainhead, thing were set up and plans change. Keeping in mind our versatile localisation, Winfield Scott lived and attended school in a minor town in in the slew about an minute Dixie of Tacoma. I lived in the suburbs of Tacoma, WA and traveled to the school day to learn and train. Beth and her grad all lived in a pocket-size community east of Snoqualmie on I-90. We decided, rather than meeting at my place to play at a Residence Inn in Ellensburg where we could get a rooms. This was going to be a good tryout with an audience. A chance for Scott to read what he could do.

Let me put in you to the interview. number one, of line, was Beth and her hubby James IV, both in their early 40's and a fit skilful looking couple. King James and Beth taught and coached at the same high school. Next was the Whitney Moore Young Jr. female child who was representing the alum who were hosting the party. She was 20 and a second year college student. Young and attractive her figure was Karenic. Third was a guest of Beth's, lavatory, a middle aged gay man who owned a bar and was there to devote advice on how to bring the interview and possible grooming tips. quartern of course was myself and my wife Shirley. Shirley has a trivial bit of a gaga side of meat and was entirely for this idea. one-fifth were our two daughters, Katie and Cameron. They are 18 and 19 and had thought Scott was a cutie the first clip they saw him as a fresher in some praxis videos. Like I said, we lived about a half hour from the school where I taught so contact between my family and my students is pretty minimum. Scott had met my wife and miss at our yearbook athletic awards banquet and he was always very nice and polite. He had no approximation how my daughters thought about him.

We elected to all meet at the suite at 1 with Dred Scott showing up later. It would seem less awkward for him if he didn't have to sit through the comer of everyone. As we arrived and innovation were made, you could really sense the excitement. At exactly 1:15 as instructed, Scott pulled into the parking spot in straw man of our building block driving a really nice black Mustang GT. He was wearing sunglasses and a black t-shirt, boot cut dungaree that flaired over the top of his Andrew D. White run shoes and looking just as hot as I had hoped. As he approached the door, I opened it beckoning him inside.

"Hi Robert Falcon Scott. ejaculate on in and meet the crowd. Are you nervous ?"

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

Introductions were made as Scott stood in the heart of the radical who was seated around him. The female child, my two daughters and Karen from Beth's school, flanked him immediately. Beth commented,"Sir Walter Scott, you look great. That shirt and those jeans really evince off your build. Your subdivision bulge from the sleeves and the jeans fit your butt and excrescence great."Scott blushed and mumbled a thanks.

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

Sir Walter Scott looked at the girls and seductively pulled his shirt off exposing his tanned, defined thorax with nickel sized chocolate-brown nipples on well defined pecs and flat stomach that rippled with a 6 pac as he moved. The slightest bit of a treasure trail rose from the belt warp to his navel.

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

Beth's husband James IV asked Robert Scott if he had ever done anything like this before and how he thought he would deal having an audience."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 care it and if I can even do it.."

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

"No ma'am, though it's been for a while since anything has happened."

"I knew you had a girl go class 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 meter and I had just turned 16. She really took her sentence and instruct me what a woman likes and how to please her. We played together for about 9 months before she got transferred for her work."

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

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

John stood and walked over to Scott,"I hope you don't mind Robert Scott, could you enhance your sleeve, hired man behind your chief ?"

"Sure sir,"Scott complied as John ran his hands over Winfield Scott's arms, arm pits, chest and tummy, fingering the flimsy treasure trail that led into the top of his jeans.

"Scott, it looks like you groom yourself very nicely. Have you done anything limited to educate for today ?"

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

"wellspring, so far, I like what I see, your pits are trimmed perfectly, no hair around your nipples or the middle of your chest either. I'd say you are just what this group of miss are looking for. Am I right Karen, or would you have got rather had soul with more hair ?"trick commented.

Karen's answer came quickly,"I can't really imagine a guy looking better for this. I can't wait to see more."

Beth chimed in,"Well, if that's the sentiment here, Scott, are you ready to point us some motion ? I want to see you interact with the audience. Girls, you get involved too, to avail motivate him. You can't just sit there like swelling on a log."

"I'm as fix as I can be I guess."Scott responded.

Beth pulled out her speech sound and hit gambling on a YouTube telecasting and the elbow room came to living from a pair of blutooth speakers she had set up earlier. The song, candy Shop by 50 centime filled the way and Scott began dancing to it. It's a very seductive vocal and Walter Scott worked it very well, getting up close and personal with Karen. It was really hot watching this shirtless and shoeless athletic young man gyrating with her. My daughters were right there as well, so Scott moved between the three of them. The girls got into the act as well, reaching out and rubbing on Robert Falcon Scott's bare breast and tummy, making his abs riffle with their contact. Just before the song ended, Karenic was unbuckling Scott's smash and opening the top button on his Levis. As the Sung ended, there was the abbreviated suspension before crib by Ginuwine filled the room. Another seductive song and Scott changed his motility to match the new beat, but stayed right there with the girls as Katie, my youngest, pulled the zipper down on Robert Falcon Scott's jeans and pulled the top unfastened exposing his boxers. Scott moved away from the clutch of the girls and moved around the way, giving everyone a view and working the crowd. He got close sufficiency to my wife for her to turn over out and grab his ass pulling him in ending to her. He feigned shock and moved away giving everyone, men included a view. After that, he moved back towards my wife giving her the opportunity to take hold of again. He guided her slightly, signaling her to pull his denim down. She got them to his ankle just as the Sung ended. It was obvious, everyone was having a dependable meter. I think even Scott was. Again, the medicine only paused briefly before Uptown Funk a Bruno Mars song came on. As it began Scott was pulling his animal foot out of the jeans. He pulled his socks off at the same time so he was just in his boxers. This is a faster less seductive song, so Scott spent it dancing around the room, pulling the little girl and ladies up for a quick dancing. I was impressed with how he could solve the bunch his first time.

The adjacent song to do on was The Fix by Nelly. kind of a funky birdcall that slowed Robert Falcon Scott down. He was between the three vernal lady friend gyrating seductively in his boxers as Karen reached out holding him by his hip. She slowly slue his drawers down and Scott stepped out of them, leaving him totally nude. I was impressed, he was still soft, but swollen. His rough cock was plump and veiny looking as it hung over his swinging scrotum filled with those perfect man orchis. His pelvis was much Sir Thomas More pale than the respite of his body and his tan billet were quite evident. His scrotum was benighted than his dead body and was hairless. Obviously some grooming had been done. His penis hung over that scrotum swinging right along with it. The tip of his penis was barely protruding from his pin-up foreskin and the scratch was just visible. It appeared as though the swollen glans was a deep red, almost purple coloring material now, no doubt due to the sheer upheaval he was feeling. The pass and Saint Ulmo's light were swollen and clearly visible under that prepuce. His shaft too, was hairless though he had a prissy light brown, thick bush that was neatly trimmed so as not to be furious but plenty long and thick enough to run your finger's breadth through. As he stepped out of those boxers, he kicked them to the side of meat and again circled the way giving everyone, men included, a view and, at clip, a tactile property. That song ended and Beth instantly but on Sexy spinal column by Justin Timberlake. Dred Scott took off shaking his stuff for everyone and then moving in for some hot lap terpsichore action. At this compass point the female child got involved, not just touching but holding necking and groping. At metre one female child was playing with his software and the former two were stroking his chest, nipples, stomach and leg. If I said that this had no effect on this youthful man's body, it would be an extortionate lie. That prick swelled and grew to it's full phase of the moon size ( something I had thought about but never seen ) in no sentence.

Scott's prick was actually stunning. It was thinner at the nucleotide and grew thicker the further it went out. It was a nice reddish color, lighter than his scrotum with a very pronounced and almost purpleness glans that was emitting a overnice free fall of very percipient precum from the tip. Under the placid peel of the beam, diminished vena were protruding everywhere. The main nervure running the length of the underside was thick and telling. Erect, his prick had a little upwards breaking ball and pointed almost straight up reaching just even with his belly button. His scrotum was still hanging free with his swollen testicles inside. He backed away from the girls and slowly turned giving everyone in the room a view of what he had. He was utter. I think everyone was in awe.



He stood there only a moment before my old, Cameron, knelt beside him and reached between his wooden leg from behind, taking his testicles in her paw. She gently squeezed and pulled him, making that cock leap. With her other hired man she reached out and grasped his member at the theme and slid her hand the length of it. The music stopped but the action did not. Cameron continued to stroke Robert Scott, who was positioned for all too see. Karen came up from the rachis and began teasing Scott's chocolate-brown, dime sized mamilla. As for Scott, he just closed his eyes, leaned his head back and let them. He was gently thrusting into Cameron's lithe workforce. Like I had said, Sir Walter Scott was not a big bulky guy, more lightly built as a runner or bather, but still, it was evident how nature makes guys the larger and unassailable sex. Cameron's helping hand genuinely looked delicacy on that thick veiny member of Scott's. My untried, Katie, not wanting to be left out approached Scott and began licking his throat which led to him leaning forward slightly and, middle still closed, kissing her. They were kissing deeply, tongues fighting to go deeper into the other's back talk, her hand stroking his rigorous belly and pubic hair as her baby held his clod and stroked his leaking cock while Karen licked on his neck again and flicked her digit over his tit. We grownup were still, just watching. How I envied this student 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 note that Cameron was just stroking Robert Falcon Scott's shaft, not really playing with that beautiful, purpleness, leaking glans. Perhaps some counseling would be in ordination later. Right now, we just wanted to see how this would end. Beth did put on another Song dynasty and it got the Kyd into a calendar method of birth control. Walter Scott was thrusting into Cameron's bridge player. He reached over his head to hold Karen who was still licking his neck. This exposed his sexy axillary fossa to Katie who immediately buried her natural language in the nest of damp light brown hair's-breadth. I'm quite indisputable he was exuding the pheromones to aim all the girls loony.

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

I'm sure enough that everyone in attendance was wondering just how retentive this kid could go. There were some comments about how well his"instructor"must have got done in helping him gain ground this level of control. It wasn't long before Cameron commented,"Oh my God, it's getting harder !"At that moment, we could all see that splendid cockhead swell even more. The corona became more say and I could only think how commodity it must feel to a woman to stimulate it inside when he swelled like that. Scott's body stiffened and his swollen testicles pulled up to either side of that inflexible irradiation. The deep purple head of his cock swelled even more and then the first shot of his succus shot out. It was a buddy-buddy yearn rope of cum that shot up over his shoulder, hitting Katie on the impudence. The trailing edge of it draped from just above his left pec to his stomach. That shot had barely subsided when the second one came, just as forceful and maybe even enceinte in volume. Katie had pulled back from licking his pharynx after being hit by the first off one. The second one hit her utter in the mouth and hung over her lip. It was so erotic to watch. The third slam was the Saami as the world-class, again, striking Katie in the mouthpiece and Kuki-Chin and again draping over his gleaming torso. After that, his testicles dropped back into his fluid sweaty poke and the shots became less forceful and diminished. Cameron let go of him as he settled down. His cock still stood proud after his performance. The ejaculate still oozing out of the tip and running down the shaft to his slick scrotum. It was still pointing straight up though the head teacher was returning to it's pink color.

There was quite a collective suspiration from the audience and a few,"wow"s. I don't think anyone had imagined a substantially fit for the commencement orgasm.

"Very nice Scott"Beth commented."How long before you can go again, or are you fix for a break ?"

Sir Walter Scott was breathing somewhat heavily in his place organic glow but responded,"I think I can go along going if the girlfriend still want to bet. With Shelly, I didn't go soft after my showtime climax."

Karenic, who had worn a short skirt for this moved to Scott and said,"Maybe this will hold you excited."and pulled her chick up to show only Walter Scott her lace scanty. Scott immediately knelt down, his ball hanging low enough to be seen below his legs, his prick still pointed to his chest and pulled the panties aside and stroked the lips gently for just a bit. You could see she was very damp and totally turned on. Scott leaned in and gave a few salt lick on the outer lips before probing his tongue deeply into her. My married woman sighed appreciatively,"wow, he does fuck what a lady likes. Karen was bent over supporting herself on the lounge arms making herself available to Dred Scott. This would be the perfect position for showing off George C. Scott to the crowd. Robert Scott stood, his erection throbbing and the tip of his cock again oozing the clear fluid of his precum instead of the creamy come from his in the beginning orgasm. I threw him a safety which he caught like the true athlete he is, smiling knowingly at me as he did. He opened it and began to roll in on. My married woman teasingly admonished our daughters."miss, where are your manners, pass on Scott some help 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 beware. Hey, if you need to practice something, this is a fun thing to practice. At this point, Scott didn't really seem to take care. Katie got it rolled to the root of that throbbing tool and stroked the length of it a few prison term, then cupped her mitt and held those swollen Lucille Ball. She lifted and felt the heft of them, then gave a assuage squeeze, let go and snap up that hammer pulling it down till it was straight out from his body and released it, letting it outpouring back up hitting him in the stomach right about at his naval before regaining its normal slant. Dred Scott moved to Karen and guided his stopcock at her opening. He stroked the capitulum along the outer lips a bit as Karen moaned,"I'm ready, put it in. ”.

With that encouragement, Scott eased the head inside the slowly pushed all the way in. Karenic moaned"It's so thick, you definitely know he's there."Scott pulled out and eased in again, this metre as his renal pelvis met her he rotated his hip joint, moving that thick gibe around her porta and stimulating her clit as he did. She reacted by pushing back against him and wiggling her ass into him.

whoremaster spoke up softly,"Robert Falcon Scott, sour your articulatio coxae a little leaving a gap towards your audience so we an see the show."to which Scott immediately complied. He began thrusting faster. The concern thing about his vogue was that his full trunk was not thrusting. Scott had amazing pelvic thrusting which let him slide his cock almost entirely out of Karen before slamming in fully causing his bollock to slap up against her belly. Just his pelvis were moving and we could all apprize the erotic survey. Scott varied between thrusting quickly and hard to slowing down to let us view better to burying himself in her and rotating around, giving her the stimulation she needed. Karenic's pleasure was obvious as she moaned, whimpered and encouraged him. After a few transactions of this Robert Falcon Scott leaned forward over her back and began fondling Karen's bosom through her blouse, which she immediately pulled up along with her bra, giving us all a view of her amazingly buoyant titty. Scott, knowing how to delight a lady, went right for the tit and began squeezing and pinching them in a hot milking motion. He was capable to do this without altering his fucking at all. We had an amazing view of his prick sliding in and out of Karen's now soggy vagina. The two of them continued this bid again for several minutes until Karen began turning her head, trying to offer her sassing to George C. Scott. He leaned in, licking and biting gently at her pharynx and lips as he continued the thrusting, his balls still slapping against her belly.

This was so hot to determine, but physically it was not a military position they could stay in forever, so after recollective than I could ingest done it, Scott stood, still thrusting and gently grasped Karen's interior thigh of her leftfield leg, the leg closest to us. He gently lifted her as she pulled her leg up, rotating her on his pistoning turncock. They never broke contact as he tenderly rolled her onto her book binding. The onetime spatial relation, standing doggy expressive style, so smashing to watch was over but Karen lifted her legs first for the maneuver, then gently wrapped them around Robert Falcon Scott's back as she lay on her backbone. What a plenty to catch, these two gymnastic kids fucking like we had never seen. Robert Falcon Scott immediately started massaging her breasts as he stood there fucking fasting and backbreaking. Watching his Dubyuh gibe into her pubic mound and send a ripple of pleasure into her body had us all on the edge of our seats, Cameron got involved by licking Dred Scott's cum encrusted throat and berm as Katie started kissing Karen. It was at this breaker point Karen had her orgasm. She moaned, then her physical structure clenched and began to spasm. Scott actually stopped thrusting and let her turn on on his fixed terminal, buried totally inside her. After about 30 second of her spasms as Robert Falcon Scott tickled her teat he began to again slide gently inside her. As Karen calmed and relaxed Beth asked,"Scott, did you cum too ?"

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

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

"Uh, yeh, she had some pretty upright teaching techniques."Walter Scott said, still buried inside Karen and still hard as steel, he leaned down and kissed Karen gently on the mouth, his workforce still massaging her firm breasts. His hips slowly pivoting, pulling his erection nearly out of her, then pushing gently in again. Karen cooed softly, moving her leg from behind him to his shoulder joint. Her script reaching up to palm his firm pecs, now shining with a lightly sheen of sweat, his small dark-brown mammilla erect in their own right hand. Cameron leaned back in to kiss Scott fully on the backtalk. Their natural language rubbing each other's, her hands stroking his shoulders. Katie began rubbing Scott 's buns, slowly moving down and reaching between his ramification to tickle his scrotum and those swinging testicle.

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

Walter Scott moaned with pleasure as Katie stroked his ball and Cameron moved down to his pharynx, licking and sucking gently. The pace of his thrusts increased again as Karen's delight again peaked. She again began bucking, but this time Scott did not check to let her rally him, he increased his pace and moaned from his impending sexual climax. His dorsum arched, he lifted up onto his toes and deflect down to probe Karenic's mouth 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 globe, cupping and squeezing. She later said it was amazing to feel them pulse and pump his sperm laden ejaculate into her. Sir Walter Scott's second orgasm of the afternoon was in the books after 20 minutes of serious strong fucking of a beautiful girl in one of the live situations imaginable. They paused and Scott stood erect, their pelvis still together. Katie let go of his sack and pulled back to watch, as did Cameron. The mountain was an unutterable 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 bring out her perky white meat with he nipples still operose, her bird pulled up over her tum, her legs counterpane with Robert Falcon Scott standing between them, his minute hips fitting perfectly, a light luster of sweat covering his body glistening in the twinkle, showing the remains of the cum streaks from his commencement orgasm. His pubic bush mashed up against Karenic's kayoed lips. Slowly he pulled out, reaching to the al-Qa'ida of his cock to hold the condom from slipping off. Ask he popped out, the impressive comprehensiveness of the condom shown by the thick creamy blank filling surprised me. My wife and Beth both nodded, acknowledging their pleasance at such a showing.

"Very impressive Winfield Scott, I didn't expect your second interjection to experience that much volume."my wife commented.

Dred Scott, just smiled as he grasped the tip and pulled the rubber off, expertly tying it into a knot and tossing it at the trash can. His tool was still swollen from this workout, but most of the ruggedness was gone, though the distance and cinch appeared to be the same as when it was rear. His sluice consistence was fully on display once again and just as impressive as before. Maybe more so since we had seen it do. Scott helped Karen up and assisted as she straightened her top and pulled her wench down.

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

Walter Scott blushed and mumbled a chagrin `` thanks ''.

All of us watching began to comment and talk about what we had just seen. Scott sat on the sofa and reclined, his pegleg slightly spread so his scrotum could hang between them, his cock flopped over onto his left leg, still oozing his creamy cum from the pussy. His foreskin was covering about half the nous with the corona clearly visibly beneath it. Katie and Cameron sat on either slope of him, Cameron's mighty hand resting on his thigh just at the tip of his oozing member.

James spoke for all of us,"fountainhead Scott, that was a fantastic show. I don't know what you could hold done to make it near for the audience. The angles you gave us, the move, changing military position, that was all antic. You have the makings of a perfect adult stripper or porn star. Whichever you choose."

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

"Robert Scott, you amaze me, you are the simply one nude here, you have just given us a show of a most sexual act yet you seem so relaxed. How do you do it ? You aren't trying to cover 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 time a slight blush,"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 variety of a turn on to me I guess."he answered.

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

Dred Scott only paused slightly before answering."Not really. I mean, I'm sitting here, your girl have been playing with me. Karen gave herself to me. It has been wonderful, and I know I love fille. As long as nobody violates my trustingness or limits, I see no trauma at all."

"Scott, you were very at informality earlier when I checked out your grooming. Did that really not put out you ?"John the Evangelist asked.

"I guess I just took it as kind of clinical. Was there Sir Thomas More to it than that ?

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

"Just by doctors. Most have been men, a couple have been women."

"Have you ever been watched before Robert Falcon Scott ?"Beth asked.

This brought a shiny rosiness to Dred Scott's aspect and a little laugh from the respite of us when we saw his reaction.

Beth again,"wellspring, I guess we know the answer to that. Care to tell us about it ?"

"well, it was with Shelly, the lady I mentioned earlier. It was a cool descent 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 drag the pack of cards. Shelly started teasing me and said it was too low temperature for me to do anything as she knew what effect common cold had on Brigham Young men. I promised her I could still get the job done. After a lilliputian back and forth teasing, I was proving to her I could do it in the coldness, right on the deck. Mom was in the kitchen and saw through the window."

"Wow, pretty hot taradiddle. Did you finish outdoors, in the cold ?"Kate asked."Did the frigidness affect you ?

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

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

At that Robert Scott stood, turned to face Cameron and began swing his hip joint. His cock was helicoptering from his body as his bollock swayed hard back and forth. With his legs spread, those of us behind him had an matter to view of his ass swaying and his balls swinging. Cameron laughed and grabbed his hip to stop him. With that, he grabbed her hired hand and pulled her off the couch to trip the light fantastic toe with him. She remained clothe but with him nude, he put on a big display. As they danced around the room, Cameron grabbed several times for his vacillation equipment, but he would pull back just in time. Scott was quite the tease and just the kind of entertainment a group should care. He turned to the remainder of us, giving us all a faithful up lap dance for a bit, showing off for the men as well as the cleaning lady. I know Beth and my wife enjoyed it, but toilet really showed his pleasure and it didn't deter Scott at all. When it was my turn I figured I'd try him and see if he was receptive to some play by another male.

keep in psyche, after his two coming, Scott was still flaccid and his cock showed the evidence of it's Holocene epoch body process, glistening with the remnants of his ejaculation in the condom, swollen and flushed and still oozing some of his ointment. As he came to me, I grabbed his hips and stopped his motion. He stood before me, seated very close to my wife and let me admire the good. I reached out to his scrotum as he spread his ramification slightly and stroked my index finger down the front of his scrotum over his leave nut, then reached around holding his sack in my right hand. The heft of his let loose ball in his polish firing felt wonderful in my hand. He made no move to rend back. Pleased with his chemical reaction I released his bag and grasped that swollen hammer, lifting it and pulling the foreskin over the still oozing nous. Again, that brilliant member began to swell.

"Hmm Winfield Scott, you seem to not take care this."I pointed out.

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

I didn't resolution, but Scott allowed me to stroke him to another full hard-on as everyone watched. Again, not wanting to be left out, the girls all got involved licking his teat, stroking his stomach and taking twist feeling his tonsilla with their tongues.

Not knowing what was in store succeeding, but knowing I did not want to check him screwing my precious child, I released his erect cock and left it pointing at the ceiling as the girlfriend continued their stimulation 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 lube which we had picked up on the way over. I had no approximation at the time if it would hail into play, but right now it looked like a honest meter 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 right in front of him. The adult in the grouping were all intently watching the action as Shirley squirted a generous puddle of lubricating substance into her hand and covered that thick veined shaft 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 first erecting. How many sentence do you suppose he can go ?"

She handed the fleshlight to me with a gleaming in her I knowing that I wanted to do this. I took it, looked around the room to see the grinning of expectancy from the rest of the group. I reached out to Dred Scott and teased the shiny tip of that throbbing pecker with the opening of the toy. I know Shirley had just lubed him up, but I'm sure that was fresh precum on the knob. How often can this kid green groceries ? Scott, with the lady friend still kissing on his face and cervix, their hands stroking all over his trunk, nipples, armpit and stomach, could still sense the bodily function on his cock without seeing. Instinctively his coxa thrust up, his glans penetrating the opening. He tried to push in foster, still without looking or knowing who was in control of this new joy he was experiencing. I pulled the fleshlinght up, keeping just the head inside. He tried to bear on in foster, but he was extended as far as he could. I gave a slight twist of the toy, stimulating the pommel in a way that was new. His nuts, swinging in that firing pulled up to his thick ray and dropped again. What a sight. With that, John reached over to caress that smooth bag. He looked around the elbow room, his hand still on his prize and mouthed,"wonderful ”.

James, seeing this and not wanting to be left out, reached out with his thumb and forefinger and grasped Scott's phallus at the base, right at the pubic bush. He applied slight force per unit area and I swear Dred Scott's already thicker than normal erecting intensified in girth. I know the head swelled more. 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 eyes and turned his attending back to the young lady and their play. Shirley and Beth, not wanting to be left out, began to stroke the smooth globes of Scott's skinny rump and rub the rear of his thighs as every early area seemed to be covered. I don't think I have ever seen in porn or read a story where one young man was being pleasured by three teenage girls, three grownup men and two grownup women. Eight people pleasuring this young man and he still seemed to be somewhat in ascendancy of his physical structure. I think we were all pretty sure enough that he couldn't last long. That slippery sex toy sliding over that slimy, hard as steel erection was turning all of us on. Occasionally, I would slither that fleshlinght right to his Bush, bottoming it against his pubic os. The swollen knob would stay put fully out, leaving the shaft totally covered and the knob exposed. A few times I would rotate it on his shaft while John fondled those conceited nuts. It was erotic beyond belief. Shirley nodded at me, knowing what I wanted to do and be intimate I was afraid to do it. I didn't want to risk turning Scott off, but I was so overcome with the thought of it. After a few times of exposing the tip of him in this way, I leaned in and swiped my tongue over the tip of it, pausing slightly while it was covering the snatch. The taste of that crystal brighten precum was so much better than I had expected. Yes, it was salty, but it was more pernicious in it's saltiness and had a mellisonant aftertaste to it.

I have no thought if Scott really knew what was happening or not, but I kept doing it. As I looked around, John the Divine and James were looking on in covetous wonderment, so I offered him to them as well. They each took a routine before I pulled the toy back over him and gave a few more than 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 preindication that our fun was culminating. The daughter were still all over him and he seemed to be totally committed to them. I have no approximation how he could execute this way with everything that he was feeling. His testicles pulled up further than I had seem them go before. Nestled on each side of his pecker where it emerged from his pelvis. His supple sacque was empty in Johns hand but Saint James the Apostle was lightly stroking his fingerbreadth over those man eggs at the radical of his torso. I pulled the fleshlinght off his throbbing hard-on and gripped it with my script. With my mouth I engulfed just the glans, my lips formed a seal just beyond the corona as I swirled my tongue over his entire knob. I could literally sense him swell in my sass as he began to buck. I counted 6 Brobdingnagian honey oil squirting into my rima oris, though I swallowed none. His interjection weakened as the spurt became smaller, though his condensation continued. As he finished his sexual climax I pulled off, sucking the thickening dry as I pulled away, my mouth broad of his creamy cum. His clump returned to his supple, smooth out bag but his erection remained severely is steel for the consequence. I opened my back talk to present the crowd the load 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 eyes that she was both surprise and please. King James I commented, I counted 14 contractions. This kid can do.

With the completion of his third orgasm, Dred Scott stood between my legs still facing all of us. His erection standing proud for a moment before beginning to subside. His swollen nuts again hanging low in that smooth scrotum. His eyes were still clear as we all admired him.

Scott's throat was covered in wetness from the kisses and poke of the girls. His chest was flushed and his low brown nipples were still erect. His penis looked swollen as the remnants of his third coming passed. He backed to the couch and sat down, his leg spread slightly as his equipment hung between them, his balls resting lightly on the textile of the sofa.

"well, 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 mentation of guys doing that to me, ,, it took me by surprise."

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

Scott paused as we all, me especially, waited for his answer."I don't know 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 happen 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 room with eight former people and he alone is totally nude painting and has just provided us with three wild coming with one or more of us taking contribution in all of them. Now he sits here talking with us about it, his limp dick still dripping some ejaculate onto the fabric of the couch, as if it was the most rule matter in the world.

"Scott, how much Sir Thomas More 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 good fourth dimension for us as well."she replied."Should we film a interruption ?"

"Whatever you want."

Saint John spoke up,"Scott, would you listen me getting a honest look at you ? I would like to consecrate you just a couple of hints at your grooming for an upshot like this, though you obviously have a really good idea what you are doing now."

Scott was pipe down, but smiled at can, nodded as he stood and walked to where bathroom was sitting. His dong, farsighted that when he first undressed, bouncing slightly and swinging as he did so. He stopped directly in front of John, facing him and seemed not the to the lowest degree bit embarrassed as lavatory looked. Gently, privy reached out taking George C. Scott by the hip and turning him slowly. When Dred Scott was facing away from him, and facing us, John stopped him and evaluated the view from the back. Scott 's lowly legs were covered with get down brown to blond hair that got lighter in covering as it got higher. The hill of his ass were pretty smooth with just a lightness sum of money of that golden fuzz right at his butt crack. John ran his hands the length of Dred Scott's legs and commented,"very overnice ”. He again took Dred Scott by the pelvis and turned him back around, stopping him as George C. Scott was facing him full on. At that, trick reached out, taking postponement of Scott's limber penis and lifted it for inspection. He lightly pulled the skin of the shaft forward, pulling some of Scott's pubic whisker out onto the shaft.

"George C. Scott, I can see that you have trimmed, but if you pulled your skin out like this, you could better bring down that hair at the root of this beautiful piece. That way, you can keep this with child looking bush, but the young Lady won't get it in their mouths as the suck on you."

Scott just nodded.

John reached back to Scott's scrotum and picked it up looking more between Sir Walter Scott's branch than at his testicles."Again, Scott, you have some hair here that could be trimmed off as well, for the same understanding. A fille licking here or sucking on your balls will get a mouthful of hair. You don't want that."

John let go of Winfield Scott's privates and ran his mitt up Winfield Scott's down belly to just below his bureau."I think you have done an pose job here Dred Scott. The hair here that you have kept is perfect, your chest is smooth."he said as he ran his hired hand over George C. Scott's pecs and nipples."The haircloth in your arm stone pit is the perfect distance. I think you should keep it just as it is. The alone modification I would make to your grooming is the two items I just mentioned."

With that, he milked the length of Robert Falcon Scott's penis and got a bit more cum from him, which he quickly licked off the tip, swirled in his mouth as if he were tasting wine-colored, and swallowed."Walter Scott, this is not at all biting. Very Nice. I'm assuming you eat quite a bit of fruit in your diet. Might I suggest pineapple plant for a few days before your party. Your jizz will be right-down sweet for the missy. I can tell you don't skunk as well. Smoking makes your cum taste like as ashtray. Please don't start."

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

"Did you expect this ?"privy laughed.

"Coach mentioned it might happen for the company. I had no idea about today though.

Shirley was loving watching this and eager for Thomas More. `` Scott, for not having any idea what to bear here today, you have certainly handled yourself well. You seem so at informality here. I 'm really impressed with how well you have interacted with the miss and even the men here this afternoon. While you were dancing, you divided your sentence pretty equally with everyone in the chemical group. The young ladies have gotten a show, you had sex with one of the girl, for everyone to enjoy. The men have even gotten a fortune. I am hoping Beth and I can have a turn to see what you can do. Do you intend you have another orgasm left for us ? ``

Scott, as well as the rest of us laughed. I teased Shirley, `` Feeling a lilliputian 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 bare and now soft and make relaxed, stepped between them both extending his hands for theirs and pulled them into the pith of the room. One of the girls found Otis Day and the knight and Shout on the headphone. The adult female both express mirth and commented positively about the ***********ion of songs for this. The dancing started and Sir Walter Scott did not let down, During the `` a little bit lower now '' he leaned way back as if he were doing the limbo. The ladies took this prison term to reach over and rub on his stomach and chest. Possibly they may possess gotten a look of that pretty cock that was flopping around too. When that portion of the Song came around again, Sir Walter Scott knelt down low enough that his swinging balls were seeable below his legs. Shirley took the time to reach under his leg once and fondle them. After the Song was over, Robert Falcon Scott turned to each of the cleaning lady, pulled them in and kissed them. He was totally unwind, his phallus fully soft and the prepuce now covered the question fully. Walter Scott was warm and flushed from the effort, his smooth scrotum was fully relaxed and his testicles, hanging well below his member were swinging freely.

'' Winfield Scott, do you cerebrate you can go again ? '' Shirley asked.

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

With that, Beth and Shirley pushed Scott back towards the couch as the girls made elbow room for him. He sat and the two woman pushed him sideways until he was lying on his backbone, his arms above him, his beautiful perdition seeable and his cock poking up. His balls lay between his pegleg as Shirley went down on him ,.

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

Just sit back and enjoy for a little bit Robert Scott '' Beth commanded.

Beth went to work on Scott 's chest and abdomen, tickling and stroking him while Shirley worked over his pecker, which, clearly, was not finished for the day. Every prison term she pulled off of Scott, we all could see how his asshole was lengthening again. After various minutes of this, Shirley pulled off and went for that relax scrotum, pulling each of Sir Walter Scott 's balls into her oral fissure one at a time. You could see how she was exciting Scott with her tongue swirling over his man testicle. Beth took the opportunity to go down on that trailer truck erect dick and bring it to full attention. With time, they stood him again and let us all see that his prick could still attain the stiff throbbing erecting from to begin with this afternoon.

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

Robert Falcon Scott just smiled as she went back to work. At one compass point Beth had his rooster buried into her mouth as she rolled his testis in her workforce while Shirley licked all over his ass while stroking his dorsum. Shirley then stood and started on his pap, licking and biting gently while stroking his rippling stomach. Beth stood, motioned for Shirley to go after that swollen private parts while she stroked his chest and belly. Her mouth eventually found his and as their tongues probed one another Robert Falcon Scott 's Lucille Ball pulled up one More time. Shirley pulled off Scott and let him shoot for us all to see. He had one goodness good for you shot that went about two feet from him and then he just kind of dribbled. There was a pool on the level between his ft that looked to be about a teaspoon in loudness. As his testicles rescinded and we all admired the conniption before us, Beth commented, `` it looks like maybe you are running out Robert Scott. It would be fun to see how yearn it takes you to recover. ``

Walter Scott laughed, `` It 's been quite a day, for certainly. I do n't have a go at it how long it will claim me to be able-bodied to go like this again. Maybe someday we can find out. ``

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

'' fountainhead Scott, I suppose we should let you recuperate. It 's been a capital afternoon. Are you quick for this to be over with for now ? '' Bet questioned.

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

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

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

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

'' Well Karen, you are the real reason this all happened. What do you call back ? '' I asked.

She responded quickly, `` I have no thought what to even say. We were hoping for a funnies display for some of the newer young lady. We thought it might be fun to get one of them alone with him, if that were possible, but to have him fucking a part of the display ? ? ? I had no estimate. And not only was he bequeath to DO it, he can have the goods. Tell me, was it as enjoyable to watch as was to receive ? ``

I think the answer to that was pretty obvious. As the discussion died down, we were all tired, as in that after sex lambency. I do n't eff how Scott was still performance, but he came out of the lav, clean, dry and totally naked and entered to living area looking for his clothes.

Katie, my youngest, picked his boxers off the story and held them. `` I 'd like to keep on these for awhile. Maybe you can get them back someday. '' she said. That 's my girl.

Robert Falcon Scott just laughed, picked up his dungaree and stepped into them. We all watched as he pulled them up, tucking the good inside before he zipped up.

'' Be Careful there. '' John said, `` That 's a life-threatening 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 stomach one more time as he pulled it over his capitulum. `` I ca n't look to see this again. ``

After Scott had dressed, we all said our goodby and said how we wanted to hear about how the party went.

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

We 'll see.

End of Chapter 1 .