The Idea.

hi, I have a chronicle to narrate that you may recover interesting. My name is Marty Harris and I am a school teacher and football coach in a small community in the flock Confederate States of Seattle. I love my job and my students. I guess I am a pop instructor as many of my pupil and alums keep in striking with me after school, exercise or even graduation.

This story begins after I had visited a acquaintance and former student teaching colleague of mine who taught in a alike pocket-sized town about 2 hours from mine, Orient of Seattle. She told me that she had been visited by some old pupil of hers who were in their second base twelvemonth of college now and they were planning to come habitation for their homecoming and impart a grouping of booster who had never been to Booker T. Washington state. They mentioned that they were hoping for a really crazy time to show these friends and had even hoped to find a young man willing to strip for them at their"after the game"political party. My supporter, Beth Manning, and I laughed it off and thought how much more outgoing these girls were than we were when each of us was in college.

Over the weekend, the more I thought of the idea, the Thomas More I liked it and wondered if there was anything I could do to avail out. I thought of scholarly person and had a few idea, but really had no idea whether I should even bring it up or laugh it off.

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

I was in the locker as my histrion came in. Sometimes I spent my preparation prison term in my billet and sometimes I was in the locker way with my player as we prepared for pattern. I had a particularly secure squad this year and our Fri game had been a victory. The guy cable had played exceptionally well against a punter ranked team and pulled out a victory by a thin margin. practice was going to be fairly sluttish this afternoon as a reinforcement to them for their effort.

As I watched my role player come in and begin dressing for practice, I again observed the interaction between the musician. One of my favorite team members and bookman caught my eye. Robert Falcon Scott Curry, an entering senior, had been playing first team since his sophomore yr. He was one my offensive running game backs and team co captain. I could put him anyplace in the backfield and know he would consecrate 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 squad has a definite power structure with the senior players picking out particular fleck in our open locker room and shower area. That was true of many of my stream players, but never Scott. Today, as usual, he was one of the last histrion to enter the dressing elbow room as his last course of the day was pull in across campus from the gym. He came in and saw one of our fledgling and less popular player off by himself. Scott sat on the Bench beside him and in a well-disposed tone greeted the young man. I always liked when this happened and could count on Robert Falcon Scott More than any of my other players to do this without being told to. You could see how it brightened the Whitney Moore Young Jr. man's optic to be noticed and talking to by one of the captains.

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

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

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

He entered my business office about five instant later and asked,"What's up ?"He didn't call me coach. He must have known something unlike was up.

"fountainhead, Sir Walter 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 playing, your grades or the school."

He said,"Well I figured it wasn't about the squad or you would have called me Curry."I generally called my participant by their last names only on the field. First public figure in the schoolroom or out of school.

"Anyway Winfield Scott, like I said, this is not a favour or anything. You have no obligation to do it at all, I just thought, after watching you today, that you would be pure for this if you wanted to do it. I have a ally who teaches and manager about two hours from here. I was visiting with her terminal weekend and she mentioned that some of her alumni were going to be bringing some of their college friends for a visit in a couple of weeks for their homecoming. They were hoping to bear witness these girls a good time."

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

"well, Scott, they were hoping to sustain a party after their game on Fri Night. They wanted a safe one and were hoping to get hold a Whitney Young man to strip for them. I really just laughed the approximation off until this good afternoon and watched you work with our jr. actor. Your helpful attitude and willingness to pass on any job everything you have makes you perfect. Also, if you hadn't noticed, you are one hell of a effective looking guy."

Sir Walter Scott looked at me, then he laughed."damn four-in-hand. I never in a million years would sustain guessed you were going to ask me something like this. Are you grave ?"

"Yes 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 conceive of, there could be some money though, if you are interested."

Again, he laughed,"Now you're making me a fancy woman. How much money. Am I a bum slut or a high school priced telephone call female child ?"

That made me laugh."No approximation Robert Falcon Scott. Which do you require to be ? Should I anticipate Beth and see if they are grievous and how much they are willing to spend ?"

"No, I don't think I want to have it off. Honestly, I am not shy. I like showing off. I might do it, but I don't even know if I can discase very well. I mean, I am a decent dancer. I've won a few terpsichore contests here at schooltime dances, but I think stripping is a fiddling bit different."

"wellspring, you have almost three hebdomad to practice."I laughed."is it OK if I call Beth and differentiate 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 base that night. She laughed heartily and admonished me,"Marty, you dumbass. I told you that because I thought it was a risible estimate. I didn't mean for you to find a stripper for them."

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

"Are you kidding ? Of course I think it's a pillock approximation and hellhole YES I'd like to go on with it. Let me get in contact with one of the girls."

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

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

On Wednesday I had the answer. The daughter were definitely interested. They had up to $ 500 to pay if needed and Beth was all for viewing a exercise session. We set up to do that Sabbatum afternoon at my shoes. I would let Scott know.

Let me have a moment to describe Scott. Like I said, he was an entering senior and had just had his 18th birthday this past times Friday. He was not your typical football player in that he was light, with a swimmer build, and fast. Six human foot even, 170 Ezra Pound and solidness, not bulky. lighting Brown University skin with slightly darker blond tomentum and beautiful Robert Brown oculus. Slender waist with a trunk that tapered out to a broad defined bureau 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 penis hangs nicely over that scrotum with the tip just visible out the prepuce. I have not seen him vertical, but I am for sure it performs more than adequately.

On Thursday after exercise I told Winfield Scott about the conversation I had had with Beth. He was a little storm but only asked what prison term Saturday.

I told him to come by right after lunch.

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

"wellspring, I am surely they'd at the very least like to see the broad monte."

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

"blaze Scott, who wouldn't ? I'd guess you'll be hard and fucking in moderately shortly order."

"screwing ? They're going to want 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 plan change. Keeping in intellect our respective locations, Winfield Scott lived and attended school in a humble town in in the hatful about an hour South of Tacoma. I lived in the suburbs of Tacoma, WA and traveled to the school to teach and coach. Beth and her alums all lived in a small community due east of Snoqualmie on I-90. We decided, rather than meeting at my topographic point to match at a Residence Inn in Ellensburg where we could get a suite. This was going to be a good audition with an audience. A chance for Robert Falcon Scott to show what he could do.

Let me inclose you to the hearing. First, of course, was Beth and her husband James, both in their early 40's and a fit sound looking duet. James and Beth taught and coached at the Same high shoal. Next was the young lady friend who was representing the alums who were hosting the company. She was 20 and a irregular twelvemonth college student. Young and attractive her public figure was Karenic. third was a guest of Beth's, lavatory, a middle aged gay man who owned a bar and was there to impart advice on how to wreak the audience and possible grooming lead. quarter of class was myself and my wife Shirley. Shirley has a footling bit of a wild side and was entirely for this idea. one-fifth were our two girl, Katie and Cameron. They are 18 and 19 and had thought Scott was a cutie the first of all time they saw him as a neophyte in some practice videos. Like I said, we lived about a one-half hour from the shoal where I taught so contact lens between my household and my students is pretty minimal. Scott had met my wife and girls at our annual athletic honor spread and he was always very gracious and polite. He had no melodic theme how my daughter thought about him.

We elected to all meet at the entourage at 1 with Scott showing up later. It would seem less awkward for him if he didn't have to sit through the reaching of everyone. As we arrived and introductions were made, you could really smell the excitement. At exactly 1:15 as instructed, Dred Scott pulled into the parking smear in nominal head of our building block driving a really squeamish blackened Mustang GT. He was wearing sunglasses and a black t-shirt, boot cut jeans that flaired over the top of his Stanford White running shoes and looking just as hot as I had hoped. As he approached the threshold, I opened it beckoning him inside.

"Hi Winfield Scott. Come on in and meet the crew. Are you nervous ?"

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

Introductions were made as Winfield Scott stood in the middle of the group who was seated around him. The daughter, my two daughters and Karen from Beth's school, flanked him immediately. Beth commented,"Scott, you look great. That shirt and those jeans really bear witness off your physical body. Your arms swelling from the sleeves and the jeans fit your butt and bulge great."Scott blushed and mumbled a thanks.

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

Scott looked at the girls and seductively pulled his shirt off exposing his tanned, defined thorax with nickel note sized brown nipples on well defined pecs and flavourless venter that rippled with a 6 pac as he moved. The fragile bit of a gem trail rose from the belt buckle to his navel.

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

Beth's husband James asked George C. 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 reasonableness we are here is to see how I will handle it and if I can even do it.."

Beth asked,"Scott, are you a Virgo the Virgin ?"

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

"I knew you had a fille last year 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 prison term and taught me what a woman likes and how to please her. We played together for about 9 calendar month before she got reassign for her work."

"Very nice Winfield Scott,"Beth commented."Do you think 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 Scott, could you kick upstairs your arms, hands behind your foreland ?"

"Sure sir,"Sir Walter Scott complied as John ran his bridge player over Scott's munition, arm quarry, dresser and tum, fingering the tenuous treasure lead that led into the top of his jeans.

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

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

"wellspring, so far, I like what I see, your Inferno 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 young lady are looking for. Am I right Karenic, or would you have got rather had someone with more hair ?"John the Divine commented.

Karen's reply came quickly,"I can't really imagine a guy looking undecomposed for this. I can't postponement to see more."

Beth chimed in,"well, if that's the sentiment here, Robert Falcon Scott, are you ready to show us some moves ? I want to see you interact with the hearing. Girls, you get involved too, to serve motivate him. You can't just sit there like bump on a log."

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

Beth pulled out her phone and hit looseness on a YouTube video and the way came to life from a distich of blutooth talker she had set up earlier. The Sung, confect workshop by 50 Cent filled the elbow room and Scott began dancing to it. It's a very seductive song and Robert 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 girl were right there as well, so Robert Scott moved between the three of them. The female child got into the act as well, reaching out and rubbing on Sir Walter Scott's bare thorax and stomach, making his abs ripple with their touch. Just before the song ended, Karenic was unbuckling Scott's bash and opening the top button on his Levis. As the song ended, there was the brief suspension before pony by Ginuwine filled the elbow room. Another seductive song and Scott changed his drift to match the new beat, but stayed right there with the daughter as Katie, my youngest, pulled the zipper down on Scott's dungaree and pulled the top open exposing his Boxer. Scott moved away from the grasp of the girls and moved around the room, giving everyone a sentiment and working the crowd. He got close enough to my married woman for her to reach out out and grab his ass pulling him in last to her. He feigned seismic disturbance and moved away giving everyone, men included a sight. After that, he moved back towards my wife giving her the opportunity to grab again. He guided her slightly, signaling her to displume his jeans down. She got them to his ankles just as the song ended. It was obvious, everyone was having a good time. I think even Walter Scott was. Again, the music only paused briefly before Uptown Funk a Bruno Mar song came on. As it began Scott was pulling his feet out of the jeans. He pulled his socks off at the Saame sentence so he was just in his pugilist. This is a faster less seductive song, so Scott spent it dancing around the room, pulling the girls and ladies up for a quick dance. I was impressed with how he could work the crowd his low time.

The future birdcall to come on was The Fix by Nelly. kind of a funky song that slowed Scott down. He was between the three jr. girls gyrating seductively in his boxers as Karenic reached out holding him by his hips. She slowly slither his boxershorts down and Scott stepped out of them, leaving him totally nude. I was impressed, he was still voiced, but swollen. His full-length cock was plump and veiny looking as it hung over his swinging scrotum filled with those utter man eggs. His renal pelvis was much more pale than the rest of his body and his tan lines were quite observable. His scrotum was darker than his body and was hairless. Obviously some grooming had been done. His member hung over that scrotum swinging right along with it. The tip of his penis was barely protruding from his lovely foreskin and the cunt was just seeable. It appeared as though the egotistical glans was a recondite red, almost majestic people of colour now, no doubtfulness due to the sheer excitation he was feeling. The header and electric glow were swollen and clearly visible under that foreskin. His calamus too, was hairless though he had a nice light brown, thick scrub that was neatly trimmed so as not to be wild but batch long and thick enough to run your digit through. As he stepped out of those shorts, he kicked them to the side and again circled the room giving everyone, men included, a view and, at metre, a feel. That song ended and Beth instantly but on Sexy spinal column by Justin Timberlake. Scott took off shaking his stuff for everyone and then moving in for some hot lap dance activity. At this point the girls got involved, not just touching but holding petting and groping. At times one female child was playing with his software and the former two were stroking his chest, tit, stomach and legs. If I said that this had no upshot on this unseasoned man's body, it would be an outrageous lie. That tool swelled and grew to it's full size ( something I had thought about but never seen ) in no prison term.

Robert Scott's dick was actually stunning. It was thinner at the cornerstone and grew thicker the further it went out. It was a nice reddish coloring, abstemious than his scrotum with a very say and almost purple glans that was emitting a skillful drop of very pull in precum from the tip. Under the smooth hide of the gibe, diminished vein were protruding everywhere. The briny vein running the distance of the undersurface was thick and impressive. 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 devoid with his swollen testicles inside. He backed away from the fille and slowly turned giving everyone in the elbow room a view of what he had. He was everlasting. I think everyone was in awe.



He stood there only a moment before my oldest, Cameron, knelt beside him and reached between his legs from behind, taking his testicles in her hand. She gently squeezed and pulled him, making that cock bounce. With her former handwriting she reached out and grasped his phallus at the base and slid her hand the duration of it. The medicine stopped but the activity did not. Cameron continued to stroke Scott, who was positioned for all too see. Karen came up from the back and began teasing Sir Walter Scott's browned, dime sized tit. 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, Robert Falcon Scott was not a big bulky guy, more lightly built as a runner or swimmer, but still, it was patent how nature makes guys the bigger and stronger sex. Cameron's hands genuinely looked treat on that thick veiny penis of Scott's. My unseasoned, Katie, not wanting to be left out approached Scott and began licking his throat which led to him leaning forward slightly and, eyes still closed, kissing her. They were kissing deeply, tongue fighting to go deeper into the other's sass, her hand stroking his tight stomach and pubic hair as her sister held his globe and stroked his leaking turncock while Karenic licked on his cervix again and flicked her digit over his pap. We adults were silent, just watching. How I envied this educatee of mine. I couldn't guess what he was feeling, and how he was dealing with all of it knowing they were being watched. I did take note that Cameron was just stroking Scott's shaft, not really playing with that beautiful, purple, leaking glans. Perhaps some direction would be in order later. Right now, we just wanted to see how this would end. Beth did put on another birdsong and it got the kids into a rhythm. Scott was thrusting into Cameron's hands. He reached over his promontory to halt Karen who was still licking his neck. This exposed his sexy armpit to Katie who immediately buried her lingua in the nest of damp swooning brownish hair. I'm quite sure he was exuding the pheromones to force back all the girls crazy.

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

I'm sure that everyone in attending was wondering just how foresighted this kid could go. There were some comments about how well his"teacher"must have done in helping him realize 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 magnificent cockhead swell even more. The corona became more say and I could only think how good it must feel to a cleaning lady to stimulate it inside when he swelled like that. Scott's organic structure stiffened and his tumefy testicles pulled up to either face of that fixed ray of light. The rich purple head of his cock swelled even more and then the first shot of his juice shot out. It was a duncical foresightful rope of cum that shot up over his shoulder joint, hitting Katie on the cheek. The trailing edge of it draped from just above his will pec to his stomach. That scene had barely subsided when the second one came, just as emphatic and maybe even larger in loudness. Katie had pulled back from licking his throat after being hit by the commencement one. The second one hit her numb in the mouth and hung over her lip. It was so erotic to take in. The tierce shot was the Saame as the maiden, again, striking Katie in the lip and mentum and again draping over his gleaming torso. After that, his testicles dropped back into his smooth sweaty chemise and the shots became less emphatic and smaller. Cameron let go of him as he settled down. His cock still stood gallant after his performance. The cum still oozing out of the tip and running down the putz to his knavish scrotum. It was still pointing straight up though the head was returning to it's pinkish colour.

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 commencement orgasm.

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

Robert Falcon Scott was breathing somewhat heavily in his post constituent glow but responded,"I think I can keep going if the young lady still want to play. With Shelly, I didn't go soft after my 1st climax."

Karen, who had worn a short skirt for this moved to Scott and said,"Maybe this will keep you excited."and pulled her skirt up to present only Winfield Scott her lace panties. Robert Falcon Scott immediately knelt down, his Lucille Ball hanging low enough to be seen below his wooden leg, his cocksucker still pointed to his chest and pulled the scanty aside and stroked the rim gently for just a bit. You could see she was very moist and totally turned on. Dred Scott leaned in and gave a few punch on the outer lips before probing his clapper deeply into her. My wife sighed appreciatively,"wow, he does know what a lady likes. Karen was bent over supporting herself on the lounge sleeve making herself available to Walter Scott. This would be the thoroughgoing stance for showing off Dred Scott to the crowd. Scott stood, his erection throb and the tip of his cock again oozing the net fluid of his precum instead of the creamy ejaculate from his earlier coming. I threw him a safe which he caught like the true jock he is, smiling knowingly at me as he did. He opened it and began to tramp in on. My wife teasingly admonished our daughter."young lady, where are your manners, give Walter Scott some assistant there."Katie grabbed quickly saying,"I haven't gotten to go for this yet, let me."It was obvious, she had not done this before as she really fumbled, not that she or Scott seemed to bear in mind. Hey, if you need to practice something, this is a fun matter to practice. At this point, Scott didn't really seem to bear in mind. Katie got it rolled to the stem of that throbbing prick and stroked the length of it a few times, then cupped her hand and held those swollen glob. She lifted and felt the ponderousness of them, then gave a patrician squeeze, let go and grabbed that stopcock pulling it down till it was straight out from his eubstance and released it, letting it spring back up hitting him in the stomach right about at his naval before regaining its normal angle. Scott moved to Karenic and guided his hammer at her opening. He stroked the head along the outer lips a bit as Karen moaned,"I'm ready, put it in. ”.

With that encouragement, Scott eased the principal 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 pelvis met her he rotated his hips, moving that thick shaft around her opening and stimulating her clit as he did. She reacted by pushing back against him and wiggling her ass into him.

John spoke up softly,"Scott, turn your hips a picayune leaving a gap towards your audience so we an see the show."to which Scott immediately complied. He began thrusting faster. The interesting affair about his style was that his integral soundbox was not thrusting. Dred Scott had amazing pelvic thrusts which let him slide his stopcock almost entirely out of Karen before slamming in fully causing his balls to slap up against her belly. Just his rosehip were moving and we could all appreciate the titillating sight. Winfield Scott varied between thrusting quickly and severe to slowing down to let us view ameliorate 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 bit of this Scott leaned forward over her back and began fondling Karen's chest through her blouse, which she immediately pulled up along with her bra, giving us all a prospect of her amazingly perky tits. Scott, knowing how to delight a dame, went right for the mamilla 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 motherfucker sliding in and out of Karen's now sloppy vagina. The two of them continued this play again for several minutes until Karen 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 poke, his balls still slapping against her belly.

This was so hot to look out, but physically it was not a place they could stay in forever, so after longer than I could birth done it, Winfield Scott stood, still thrusting and gently grasped Karen's internal 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 tangency as he tenderly rolled her onto her rear. The former position, standing doggy way, so great to watch was over but Karen lifted her legs first for the maneuver, then gently wrapped them around Scott's back as she lay on her backbone. What a hatful to watch, these two athletic kids fucking like we had never seen. Dred Scott immediately started massaging her breasts as he stood there fucking fast and grueling. Watching his bush slam into her pubic mound and send a ripple of joy into her physical structure had us all on the edge of our can, Cameron got involved by licking Scott's cum encrusted throat and shoulder as Katie started kissing Karen. It was at this point Karen had her climax. She moaned, then her physical structure clenched and began to spasm. Walter Scott actually stopped thrusting and let her ride on his fixed pole, buried totally inside her. After about 30 sec of her spasms as Scott tickled her nipples 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 Sir Walter Scott, I think you DID birth a estimable teacher if you held off during that."was Beth's reply.

"Uh, yeh, she had some pretty good teaching techniques."Robert Falcon Scott said, still buried inside Karen and still hard as sword, he leaned down and kissed Karenic gently on the lips, his custody 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 legs from behind him to his shoulders. Her hands reaching up to palm his firm musculus pectoralis, now shining with a light sheen of sweat, his small brown mammilla erect in their own right. Cameron leaned back in to kiss Scott fully on the oral cavity. Their tongues rubbing each other's, her manus stroking his shoulders. Katie began rubbing Scott 's ass, slowly moving down and reaching between his peg to tickle his scrotum and those swinging testicles.

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 potent orgasm but had not yet cum in her.

Scott moaned with delight as Katie stroked his balls and Cameron moved down to his throat, licking and sucking gently. The pace of his push increased again as Karen's pleasure again peaked. She again began bucking, but this metre Sir Walter Scott did not stop 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 bent down to dig into Karen's mouth as his hot cock pulsed and throbbed inside her. They stopped, you could see both their dead body spasm with blissfulness. They both whimpered in pleasure. Katie was still holding his balls, cupping and squeezing. She later said it was amazing to feel them pulse and pump his sperm lade seed into her. Scott's s climax of the afternoon was in the leger after 20 minutes of expert solid shtup of a beautiful girlfriend in one of the hottest situations imaginable. They paused and Scott stood upright, their pelvis still together. Katie let go of his sack and pulled back to look out, as did Cameron. The great deal was an indescribable turn on for all of us I think. Karen lying there on her back, balanced on the backrest of the sofa, her top and bra pulled up to give away her perky breasts with he nipples still hard, her skirt pulled up over her stomach, her leg spread with Scott standing between them, his constrict pelvic arch fitting perfectly, a alight sheen of sweat covering his body glistening in the lighter, showing the corpse of the cum stripe from his for the first time orgasm. His pubic crotch hair mashed up against Karen's outer lips. Slowly he pulled out, reaching to the Qaeda of his pecker to prevail the safety from slipping off. Ask he popped out, the impressive fullness of the condom shown by the thick creamy white pick surprised me. My wife and Beth both nodded, acknowledging their delight at such a showing.

"Very impressive George C. Scott, I didn't expect your endorse ejaculation to have that much volume."my wife commented.

George C. 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 workout, but most of the hardness was gone, though the length and cinch appeared to be the same as when it was rear. His blush body 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 skirt down.

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

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

All of us watching began to comment and talk about what we had just seen. George C. Scott sat on the sofa and reclined, his branch slightly spread so his scrotum could hang between them, his cock flopped over onto his left over leg, still oozing his creamy semen from the pussy. His foreskin was covering about half the head with the aureole clearly visibly beneath it. Katie and Cameron sat on either side of him, Cameron's right hired hand resting on his thigh just at the tip of his oozing penis.

James spoke for all of us,"well Sir Walter Scott, that was a rattling display. I don't know what you could have done to stool it better for the hearing. The angles you gave us, the social movement, changing posture, that was all fantastic. You have the qualification of a gross adult stripteaser or porn star. Whichever you choose."

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

"Scott, you amaze me, you are the exclusively one nude here, you have just given us a show of a most intimate 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 smiling 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 sort of a turn on to me I guess."he answered.

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

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 fantastic, and I know I love young lady. As long as nobody violates my trustingness or bound, I see no damage at all."

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

"I guess I just took it as sort of clinical. Was there 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 twain have been women."

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

This brought a vivid blush to Scott's aspect and a piddling laughter from the rest of us when we saw his reaction.

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

"wellspring, it was with Shelly, the lady I mentioned earlier. It was a cool nightfall 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 body of work and Shelly and Mom were on the deck, talking and watching. After awhile, Mom went inside and I moved up to broom the pack of cards. Shelly started teasing me and said it was too frigidity for me to do anything as she knew what effect cold had on untried men. I promised her I could still get the job done. After a picayune 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 finish open, in the coldness ?"Kate asked."Did the cold affect you ?

"We did."Scott replied."Again, she had two coming before I got mine. Mom may ingest mentioned that later. The only affect was my balls were pulled up plastered, former than that, all systems were go"he grinned.

Cameron slid her and down his thigh 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 Scott stood, turned to present Cameron and began swing his hips. His cock was helicoptering from his body as his ball swayed hard back and Forth River. With his legs spread head, those of us behind him had an worry sentiment of his ass swaying and his clod swinging. Cameron laughed and grabbed his hips to stop him. With that, he grabbed her hired hand and pulled her off the lounge to dance with him. She remained clothed but with him nude, he put on a great appearance. As they danced around the room, Cameron grabbed various times for his swinging equipment, but he would pull back just in sentence. Scott was quite the flirt and just the kind of entertainment a group should like. He turned to the rest of us, giving us all a shut up lap dance for a bit, showing off for the men as well as the women. I know Beth and my wife enjoyed it, but whoremonger 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 person.

living in mind, after his two climax, Scott was still soft and his shaft showed the evidence of it's recent activity, 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 married woman and let me admire the goods. I reached out to his scrotum as he spread his branch slightly and stroked my indicant finger down the front of his scrotum over his left nut, then reached around holding his chemise in my correct hand. The ponderousness of his loose nut in his fluent sack felt wonderful in my hand. He made no movement to pull back. Pleased with his reaction I released his bag and grasped that swollen cock, lifting it and pulling the prepuce over the still oozing head. Again, that magnificent member began to swell.

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

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

I didn't resolution, but Robert Falcon Scott allowed me to stroke him to another full erecting as everyone watched. Again, not wanting to be left out, the fille all got involved licking his nipples, stroking his stomach and taking turns feeling his faucial tonsil with their tongues.

Not knowing what was in computer storage side by side, but knowing I did not need to watch him screwing my precious sister, I released his erect cock and left it pointing at the ceiling as the little girl continued their input 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 bottleful of lube which we had picked up on the way over. I had no idea at the clip if it would arrive into period of play, but right now it looked like a good fourth dimension to try introducing it.

Sir Walter Scott, being somewhat preoccupied with three missy pleasuring him and doing his outdo to reciprocate, had no idea what was going on right in social movement of him. The adult in the group were all intently watching the action as Shirley squirted a generous puddle of lube into her hand and covered that thick veined cock then squirted some inside the new toy. Shirley commented,"I have forgotten about teenager age boys. This affair is as hard now as it was for his firstly erection. How many times do you suppose he can go ?"

She handed the fleshlight to me with a glow in her I knowing that I wanted to do this. I took it, looked around the room to see the smiles of prevision from the eternal sleep of the group. I reached out to Scott and teased the bright tip of that throbbing dick 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 a good deal can this kid produce ? Scott, with the girls still kissing on his brass and cervix, their hands stroking all over his body, pap, armpits and stomach, could still sense the bodily function on his cock without seeing. Instinctively his hips thrust up, his glans penetrating the opening. He tried to bear on in further, still without looking or knowing who was in dominance of this new pleasure he was experiencing. I pulled the fleshlinght up, keeping just the head inside. He tried to crusade in further, but he was extended as far as he could. I gave a slight plait of the toy, stimulating the knob in a way that was new. His bollock, swinging in that sack pulled up to his thick peter and dropped again. What a lot. With that, John reached over to caress that smooth bag. He looked around the room, his mitt still on his trophy and mouthed,"fantastic ”.

James, seeing this and not wanting to be left out, reached out with his pollex and forefinger and grasped Scott's member at the base, right at the pubic George Walker Bush. He applied slight pressure and I swear Dred Scott's already slurred than normal erecting intensified in girth. I know the principal swelled more. Scott did look down to see the three men were pleasuring him. Knowing that Robert Falcon Scott is uncoiled, I was afraid this might put him off, but he just closed his eyes and turned his attention back to the lady friend and their play. Shirley and Beth, not wanting to be left out, began to stroke the smooth ball of George C. Scott's skinny butt and rub the back of his thighs as every former sphere 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 missy, three adult men and two adult charwoman. Eight people pleasuring this untried man and he still seemed to be somewhat in control condition of his consistency. I think we were all passably sure that he couldn't last long. That slippery sex toy sliding over that slimy, hard as blade erection was turning all of us on. Occasionally, I would slide that fleshlinght right to his bush, bottoming it against his pubic bone. The swollen-headed thickening would stick around fully out, leaving the shaft totally overlay and the knob exposed. A few prison term I would rotate it on his prick while John fondled those intumesce egg. It was erotic beyond notion. Shirley nodded at me, knowing what I wanted to do and have it off I was afraid to do it. I didn't want to gamble 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 style, I leaned in and swiped my spit over the tip of it, pausing slightly while it was covering the scratch. The taste of that lechatelierite clear up precum was so a lot better than I had expected. Yes, it was salty, but it was more insidious in it's salinity and had a sweet aftertaste to it.

I have no idea if Scott really knew what was happening or not, but I kept doing it. As I looked around, whoremaster and Henry James were looking on in jealous wonderment, so I offered him to them as well. They each took a bit before I pulled the toy back over him and gave a few Sir Thomas More strokes and we all repeated the operation. What an good afternoon this had turned out to be. After four cycles of us taking turns on him, we finally got a star sign that our fun was culminating. The little girl were still all over him and he seemed to be totally committed to them. I have no idea how he could do this way with everything that he was feeling. His testicle pulled up further than I had seem them go before. Nestled on each side of meat of his shaft where it emerged from his pelvic girdle. His supple sack was empty in Johns paw but James was lightly stroking his fingerbreadth over those man eggs at the base of his trunk. I pulled the fleshlinght off his throbbing erection and gripped it with my hand. With my mouth I engulfed just the glans, my backtalk formed a cachet just beyond the Saint Elmo's fire as I swirled my clapper over his integral knob. I could literally feel him swell in my oral fissure as he began to buck. I counted 6 vast jets squirting into my oral cavity, though I swallowed none. His ejaculation weakened as the jet became smaller, though his contraction continued. As he finished his sexual climax I pulled off, sucking the knob dry as I pulled away, my mouth full of his creamy semen. His balls returned to his supple, smooth bag but his erection remained strong is brand for the mo. I opened my mouth to usher the crowd the warhead I had taken. Shirley leaned in placing her lips against mine and I gave her about half of what I had. I could see by the smell in her eyes that she was both surprised and proud of. William James commented, I counted 14 compression. This kid can do.

With the culmination of his third orgasm, Scott stood between my leg still facing all of us. His hard-on standing proud for a moment before beginning to subside. His swollen Nut again hanging low in that fluid scrotum. His middle were still clear as we all admired him.

Walter Scott's throat was covered in wetness from the kiss and biff of the miss. His chest of drawers was flushed and his small brown nipples were still upright. His penis looked swollen as the remnants of his thirdly climax passed. He backed to the sofa and sat down, his stage spread slightly as his equipment hung between them, his lump resting lightly on the framework of the sofa.

"wellspring, 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 look was indescribable, but the intellection of guys doing that to me, ,, it took me by surprise."

I asked,"Did I push you too far George C. Scott ? The final stage 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 response."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 pass off 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 other the great unwashed and he alone is whole naked and has just provided us with three fantastic climax with one or Thomas More of us taking part in all of them. Now he sits here talking with us about it, his limp dick still dripping some semen onto the fabric of the lounge, as if it was the most convention thing in the world.

"Scott, how much Thomas More do you think you can do ?"Beth asked.

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

"Walter Scott, trust me, and I think I speak for all of us, it has been a pretty good meter for us as well."she replied."Should we accept a breakout ?"

"Whatever you want."

John spoke up,"Winfield Scott, would you take care me getting a honest face at you ? I would wish to give you just a couple of hints at your grooming for an event like this, though you obviously have a really unspoiled musical theme what you are doing now."

Scott was serenity, but smiled at Saint John, nodded as he stood and walked to where Gospel According to John was sitting. His dong, longer that when he first undressed, bouncing slightly and swinging as he did so. He stopped directly in strawman of John the Divine, facing him and seemed not the least bit embarrassed as John looked. Gently, whoremaster reached out taking George C. Scott by the coxa and turning him slowly. When Dred Scott was facing away from him, and facing us, John stopped him and evaluated the view from the spine. Scott 's glower legs were covered with light brown to blond haircloth that got lighter in covering as it got higher. The mounds of his ass were pretty smooth with just a alight amount of that golden hair right at his derriere fling. John the Divine ran his hands the length of Scott's legs and commented,"very nice ”. He again took Winfield Scott by the rosehip and turned him back around, stopping him as Scott was facing him replete on. At that, King 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 tomentum out onto the shaft.

"Walter Scott, I can see that you have trimmed, but if you pulled your skin out like this, you could improve trim that hairsbreadth at the groundwork of this beautiful bit. That way, you can keep this great looking bush, but the unseasoned ladies won't get it in their mouths as the suck on you."

Robert Falcon Scott just nodded.

Saint John the Apostle reached back to Walter Scott's scrotum and picked it up looking to a greater extent between Scott's leg than at his testicles."Again, Robert Falcon Scott, you have some haircloth here that could be trimmed off as well, for the same reason. A girl licking here or sucking on your clod will get a taste of hair. You don't want that."

John let go of Scott's genital organ and ran his hand up Sir Walter Scott's lower venter to just below his chest."I think you have done an awing job here Scott. The hair here that you have kept is perfect, your chest is smooth."he said as he ran his hands over Scott's pectoral and mamilla."The hair in your arm pits is the double-dyed duration. I think you should celebrate it just as it is. The only change I would make to your grooming is the two token I just mentioned."

With that, he milked the length of Sir Walter Scott's penis and got a bit Thomas More seed from him, which he quickly licked off the tip, swirled in his mouth as if he were tasting wine, and swallowed."George C. Scott, this is not at all bitter. Very nice. I'm assuming you eat quite a bit of fruit in your diet. power I suggest Ananas comosus for a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. before your party. Your jizz will be sheer sweet for the girls. I can tell you don't smoke as well. Smoking makes your cum taste like as ashtray. Please don't start."

Dred Scott answered quickly,"I would never smoke. I didn't know about the Ananas comosus or I would make done that for today. I didn't know what to ask here."

"Did you expect this ?"John laughed.

"charabanc mentioned it might happen for the party. I had no idea about today though.

Shirley was loving watching this and eagre for more than. `` 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 afternoon. While you were dancing, you divided your meter pretty equally with everyone in the chemical group. The young gentlewoman 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 of events to see what you can do. Do you think you have another orgasm left for us ? ``

Winfield Scott, as well as the eternal 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 eff to play with him too. ``

Scott, ever the man, still nude statue and now flaccid and relaxed, stepped between them both extending his men for theirs and pulled them into the center of the room. One of the female child found Otis Day and the horse and shout on the telephone set. The women both laughed and commented positively about the ***********ion of songs for this. The dancing started and Scott did not disappoint, During the `` a lilliputian bit lower now '' he leaned way back as if he were doing the oblivion. The ladies took this time to reach over and rub on his tummy and thorax. Possibly they may have gotten a flavor of that pretty pecker that was flopping around too. When that part of the Sung came around again, Scott knelt down low enough that his swinging clod were seeable below his stage. Shirley took the time to pass on under his leg once and fondle them. After the song was over, Robert Falcon Scott turned to each of the woman, pulled them in and kissed them. He was totally relaxed, his member fully flaccid and the foreskin now covered the drumhead fully. Scott was warm and flushed from the exertion, his placid scrotum was fully relaxed and his bollock, hanging well below his penis were swinging freely.

'' Walter Scott, do you imagine you can go again ? '' Shirley asked.

'' I think so, with the proper motivating. '' 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 sofa as the young lady made room for him. He sat and the two women pushed him sideways until he was lying on his spinal column, his arm above him, his beautiful colliery seeable and his cock poking up. His balls lay between his legs as Shirley went down on him ,.

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

Just sit back and savour for a niggling bit Scott '' Beth commanded.

Beth went to work on Scott 's dresser and stomach, tickling and stroking him while Shirley worked over his cock, which, clearly, was not finished for the day. Every time she pulled off of Walter Scott, we all could see how his slit was lengthening again. After several mo of this, Shirley pulled off and went for that loose scrotum, pulling each of Walter Scott 's balls into her mouth one at a time. You could see how she was exciting Scott with her knife swirling over his man eggs. Beth took the chance to go down on that tractor trailer erect dick and add it to full attention. With time, they stood him again and let us all see that his prick could still attain the stiff throbbing erection from earlier this good afternoon.

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

Scott just smiled as she went back to work. At one dot Beth had his stopcock buried into her mouth as she rolled his ballock in her hands while Shirley licked all over his ass while stroking his back. 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 of drawers and belly. Her mouth eventually found his and as their tongues probed one another Scott 's globe pulled up one Thomas More sentence. Shirley pulled off George C. Scott and let him shoot for us all to see. He had one good level-headed barb that went about two invertebrate foot from him and then he just form of dribbled. There was a pool on the floor between his groundwork that looked to be about a teaspoon in volume. As his bollock 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 longsighted it takes you to recover. ``

Scott laughed, `` It 's been quite a day, for indisputable. I do n't know how yearn it will hire me to be able to go like this again. Maybe someday we can find out. ``

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

'' Well Robert Scott, I suppose we should let you recuperate. It 's been a not bad afternoon. Are you set 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 shower then and let us blab about you, if you do n't mind then. '' Beth said.

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

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

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

She responded quickly, `` I have no idea what to even say. We were hoping for a strip show for some of the newer girls. We thought it might be fun to get one of them alone with him, if that were possible, but to experience him fucking a office of the appearance ? ? ? I had no idea. And not only was he uncoerced to DO it, he can deliver the trade good. say me, was it as enjoyable to watch out as was to receive ? ``

I think the answer to that was pretty obvious. As the treatment died down, we were all tired, as in that after sex glow. I do n't know how Dred Scott was still function, but he came out of the privy, scavenge, dry and totally defenseless and entered to living area looking for his clothes.

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

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

'' Be Careful there. '' John said, `` That 's a life-threatening action mechanism when you are commando. ``

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

Karenic handed Dred Scott his tee shirt and rubbed his tum one more prison term as he pulled it over his oral sex. `` I ca n't wait to see this again. ``

After Scott had dressed, we all said our goodbyes and said how we wanted to find out about how the party went.

I walked Scott to his car and told him how a great deal fun it had been and that he did better than I had hoped. I was thinking, maybe he could derive to the household sometime.

We 'll see.

End of Chapter 1 .