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Hello, I have a fib to secern that you may notice interesting. My name is Marty Harris and I am a school teacher and football coach in a small community in the mountains Confederate States of Seattle. I love my job and my students. I guess I am a popular instructor as many of my educatee and alums keep in tangency with me after schooltime, practice or even graduation.

This story begins after I had visited a champion and former student teaching colleague of mine who taught in a exchangeable small town about 2 minute from mine, east of Seattle. She told me that she had been visited by some onetime bookman of hers who were in their sec year of college now and they were planning to occur nursing home for their homecoming and bestow a group of friends who had never been to Booker Taliaferro Washington res publica. They mentioned that they were hoping for a really angry prison term to show these friends and had even hoped to determine a young man willing to strip for them at their"after the game"party. My champion, 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 more I liked it and wondered if there was anything I could do to help out. I thought of students and had a few theme, but really had no idea whether I should even impart 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 course and then it was down to the gym for football practice.

I was in the locker as my thespian came in. Sometimes I spent my prep time in my billet and sometimes I was in the locker room with my actor as we prepared for practice session. I had a particularly proficient team this year and our Friday plot had been a victory. The guys had played exceptionally well against a better ranked squad and pulled out a victory by a melt off margin. Practice was going to be fairly twinkle this afternoon as a reward to them for their effort.

As I watched my role player come in and get dressing for practice, I again observed the interaction between the histrion. One of my front-runner team member and scholar caught my eye. Sir Walter Scott Curry, an incoming older, had been playing varsity since his soph year. He was one my offensive running backs and team co captain. I could put him anyplace in the backfield and cognize he would give his all to get the job done. He was a well-disposed kid who was always willing to help out. Today was no exception. Normally, any team has a definite hierarchy with the senior players picking out specific topographic point in our unfastened footlocker room and shower area. That was admittedly of many of my current histrion, but never Scott. Today, as common, he was one of the endure actor to enroll the dressing way as his last course of study of the day was clear across campus from the gym. He came in and saw one of our freshman and less pop participant off by himself. Scott sat on the work bench beside him and in a friendly flavor greeted the youthful man. I always liked when this happened and could numerate on Walter Scott more than any of my former players to do this without being told to. You could see how it brightened the Brigham Young man's heart to be noticed and negotiation to by one of the police captain.

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

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

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

He entered my office about five minutes later and asked,"What's up ?"He didn't address me coach. He must take in known something dissimilar was up.

"wellspring, Dred Scott, I have something to ask you. It's not a favour, you can say no. It has cipher to do with the team, your playacting, your class or the school."

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

"Anyway Scott, like I said, this is not a favour or anything. You have no indebtedness 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 friend who teaches and bus about two minute from here. I was visiting with her finally weekend and she mentioned that some of her graduate were going to be bringing some of their college friends for a visit in a duad of weeks for their homecoming. They were hoping to usher these daughter a undecomposed time."

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

"Well, Walter Scott, they were hoping to feature a company after their game on Friday night. They wanted a good one and were hoping to find a vernal man to strip for them. I really just laughed the idea off until this afternoon and watched you work with our younger players. Your helpful attitude and willingness to contribute any job everything you have makes you perfect. Also, if you hadn't noticed, you are one hell of a secure looking guy."

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

"Yes Sir Walter 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 insistency. No hope 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 sporting lady. How much money. Am I a cheap slut or a high priced telephone call girl ?"

That made me laugh."No estimation Winfield Scott. Which do you want to be ? Should I call Beth and see if they are serious and how a good deal they are willing to spend ?"

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

"Well, you have almost three weeks to practice."I laughed."is it OK if I call Beth and tell 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 program when I got household that night. She laughed heartily and admonished me,"Marty, you dumbass. I told you that because I thought it was a rum idea. 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 Scott interact with players today, the idea just hit me. Do you require to go on with it or do you think it's a pillock idea ?"

"Are you kidding ? Of course I think it's a stupid person thought and hell on earth YES I'd like to go on with it. Let me get in speck with one of the girls."

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

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

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

Let me fill a instant to depict Walter Scott. Like I said, he was an entrance senior and had just had his 18th birthday this preceding Fri. He was not your typical football player in that he was fall, with a swimmers build, and fast. Six feet even, 170 pounding and solid, not bulky. Light brown skin with slightly darker blond hair and beautiful brown eyes. Slender waist with a torso that tapered out to a broad defined chest and shoulders rounded out the package. If you're concern in the other facets, I know from being his coach that he is uncircumcised, unshaven in his pubic surface area and has a skillful full scrotum that hangs freely when he's not cold. His penis hangs nicely over that scrotum with the tip just visible out the foreskin. I have not seen him erect, but I am sure it performs more than adequately.

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

I told him to come by right after lunch.

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

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

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

"perdition Scott, who wouldn't ? I'd surmise you'll be hard and fucking in somewhat shortstop order."

"Fucking ? They're going to require that ? This just gets better and in force. Are you going to want that for the tryout ?"

I just laughed and winked at him.

The Audition.

Well, things were set up and programme change. Keeping in mind our versatile position, Robert Falcon Scott lived and attended school in a minuscule town in in the mountains about an minute south of Tacoma. I lived in the suburb of Tacoma, WA and traveled to the schooling to teach and coach. Beth and her alums all lived in a small community east of Snoqualmie on I-90. We decided, rather than group meeting at my place to meet at a Residence Inn in Ellensburg where we could get a rooms. This was going to be a good sense of hearing with an hearing. A chance for Scott to show what he could do.

Let me precede you to the audience. low, of course, was Beth and her hubby James, both in their other 40's and a fit good looking yoke. James and Beth taught and coached at the same highschool schooltime. Next was the untested girlfriend who was representing the ammonia alum who were hosting the political party. She was 20 and a second year college student. Young and attractive her figure was Karen. Third was a guest of Beth's, can, a middle aged gay man who owned a bar and was there to apply advice on how to work the consultation and possible grooming steer. fourth part of form was myself and my wife Shirley. Shirley has a petty bit of a wild side and was entirely for this idea. Fifth were our two daughter, Katie and Cameron. They are 18 and 19 and had thought Sir Walter Scott was a cutie the maiden prison term they saw him as a freshman in some practice videos. Like I said, we lived about a half hour from the school where I taught so get hold of between my phratry and my students is moderately minimal. Scott had met my wife and girl at our yearly athletic awards banquets and he was always very gracious and cultured. He had no approximation how my girl thought about him.

We elected to all sports meeting at the suite at 1 with Winfield Scott showing up later. It would seem to a lesser extent awkward for him if he didn't have to sit through the arrivals of everyone. As we arrived and introductions were made, you could really sense the exhilaration. At exactly 1:15 as instructed, George C. Scott pulled into the parking spot in front of our unit driving a really nice black Mustang GT. He was wearing dark glasses and a black tee shirt, thrill cut dungaree that flaired over the top of his Edward D. White running play skid and looking just as hot as I had hoped. As he approached the room access, I opened it beckoning him inside.

"Hi Dred Scott. ejaculate on in and gather the crowd. Are you nervous ?"

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

entry were made as Scott stood in the middle of the grouping who was seated around him. The girls, my two daughter and Karen from Beth's school, flanked him immediately. Beth commented,"Scott, you look great. That shirt and those denim really show off your shape. Your implements of war bulge from the sleeves and the jeans fit your butt and bulge great."Scott blushed and mumbled a thanks.

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

Dred Scott looked at the girls and seductively pulled his shirt off exposing his tanned, defined chest with nickel sized brown nipples on well defined pecs and flat stomach that rippled with a 6 pac as he moved. The slim bit of a treasure trail rose from the rap buckle to his navel.

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

Beth's husband James asked Walter Scott if he had ever done anything like this before and how he thought he would handle having an interview."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 wield it and if I can even do it.."

Beth asked,"Dred Scott, are you a Virgin ?"

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

"I knew you had a girl last twelvemonth Walter Scott, I wasn't for certain if anything had happened since her.."I commented.

"Actually, four-in-hand, Allison and I never had sex.

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

"Well, 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 learn me what a woman likes and how to please her. We played together for about 9 months before she got transport for her work."

"Very nice Scott,"Beth commented."Do you think you call back all that she taught you ?"

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

bathroom stood and walked over to Winfield Scott,"I hope you don't mind Scott, could you grow your subdivision, hands behind your head ?"

"Sure sir,"Scott complied as bathroom ran his bridge player over Scott's arms, arm pits, thorax and stomach, fingering the slight hoarded wealth trail that led into the top of his jeans.

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

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

"fountainhead, so far, I like what I see, your pits are trimmed perfectly, no hair's-breadth around your nipples or the middle of your dresser either. I'd say you are just what this mathematical group of girls are looking for. Am I right Karen, or would you have got rather had someone with more haircloth ?"John commented.

Karen's answer came quickly,"I can't really guess a guy looking upright for this. I can't delay to see more."

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

"I'm as prepare as I can be I guess."Sir Walter Scott responded.

Beth pulled out her speech sound and hit play on a YouTube picture and the way came to life history from a pair of blutooth speakers she had set up earlier. The song, candy store by 50 Cent filled the 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 acrobatic young man gyrating with her. My daughters were right there as well, so Robert Scott moved between the three of them. The missy got into the act as well, reaching out and rubbing on Walter Scott's bare pectus and belly, making his abs ripple with their tinge. Just before the song ended, Karenic was unbuckling Scott's belt and opening the top button on his Levis. As the Song dynasty ended, there was the abbreviated pause before jigger by Ginuwine filled the way. Another seductive birdcall and Scott changed his movements to check the new meter, but stayed right there with the little girl as Katie, my immature, pulled the zipper down on Scott's jeans and pulled the top open exposing his shorts. Scott moved away from the reach of the girls and moved around the room, giving everyone a view and working the crowd. He got close enough to my wife for her to reach out and seize his ass pulling him in stopping point to her. He feigned jounce and moved away giving everyone, men included a eyeshot. After that, he moved back towards my wife giving her the opportunity to grab again. He guided her slightly, signaling her to pull his jeans down. She got them to his ankles just as the song ended. It was obvious, everyone was having a salutary time. I think even Walter Scott was. Again, the music only paused briefly before Uptown Funk a Bruno Mars song came on. As it began Scott was pulling his foundation out of the jeans. He pulled his socks off at the same time so he was just in his pugilist. This is a faster less seductive birdcall, so George C. 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 crew his first of all time.

The next strain to come on was The Fix by Nelly. Kind of a funky Song that slowed George C. Scott down. He was between the three younger young woman gyrating seductively in his packer as Karen reached out holding him by his rosehip. She slowly slid his boxershorts down and Scott stepped out of them, leaving him totally nude. I was strike, he was still easy, but swollen. His full-length cock was plump and veiny looking as it hung over his swinging scrotum filled with those perfect man ball. His renal pelvis was much more pale than the rest of his body and his tan crinkle were quite manifest. His scrotum was gloomy than his physical structure 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 lovely foreskin and the slit was just seeable. It appeared as though the swollen glans was a abstruse red, almost purple colouration now, no dubiousness due to the sheer inflammation he was feeling. The head and corona were swollen and clearly visible under that prepuce. His shaft too, was hairless though he had a nice lighter brown, chummy bush that was neatly trimmed so as not to be unfounded but batch long and thick enough to run your fingers through. As he stepped out of those boxers, he kicked them to the side and again circled the room giving everyone, men included, a view and, at times, a feeling. That birdsong ended and Beth instantly but on Sexy Back by Justin Timberlake. Scott took off shaking his stuff for everyone and then moving in for some hot lap dance natural process. At this point the little girl got involved, not just touching but holding fondling and groping. At multiplication one girlfriend was playing with his package and the other two were stroking his dresser, nipples, stomach and legs. If I said that this had no effect on this Edward Young man's dead body, it would be an outrageous lie. That cock swelled and grew to it's full size ( something I had thought about but never seen ) in no clock time.

Scott's dick was actually stunning. It was thinner at the base and grew thicker the foster it went out. It was a skillful reddish color, lighter than his scrotum with a very pronounced and almost purpurate glans that was emitting a nice drop of very clear precum from the tip. Under the smooth cutis of the scape, small veins were protruding everywhere. The principal nervure running the length of the underside was duncical and telling. Erect, his cock had a slight upwards curved shape and pointed almost straight up reaching just even with his belly button. His scrotum was still hanging give up with his swollen testicles inside. He backed away from the female child and slowly turned giving everyone in the way a view of what he had. He was perfect. I think everyone was in awe.



He stood there only a moment before my onetime, Cameron, knelt beside him and reached between his peg from behind, taking his testicle in her handwriting. She gently squeezed and pulled him, making that peter bounce. With her other hand she reached out and grasped his penis at the bag and slid her hired hand the length of it. The music stopped but the action did not. Cameron continued to stroke Scott, who was positioned for all too see. Karen came up from the binding and began teasing Scott's Brown, dime sized tit. As for Winfield Scott, he just closed his oculus, leaned his head back and let them. He was gently thrusting into Cameron's limber hands. Like I had said, Scott was not a big bulky guy, more lightly built as a moon curser or swimmer, but still, it was apparent how nature makes guy cable the crowing and firm sex. Cameron's hands genuinely looked goody on that thickly veiny member of Dred Scott's. My youngest, Katie, not wanting to be left out border on Robert Scott and began licking his throat which led to him leaning forward slightly and, eyes still closed, kissing her. They were kissing deeply, natural language fighting to go deeper into the other's rima oris, her hand stroking his tight stomach and pubic hair as her baby held his balls and stroked his leaking dick while Karenic licked on his neck again and flicked her fingers over his nipples. We adult were mum, 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 spear, not really playing with that beautiful, purple, leaking glans. Perhaps some guidance would be in Holy Order later. Right now, we just wanted to see how this would end. Beth did put on another Song and it got the kids into a rhythm. Scott was thrusting into Cameron's men. He reached over his head teacher to defend Karen who was still licking his neck. This exposed his sexy armpit to Katie who immediately buried her tongue in the nuzzle of dampness illumination browned whisker. I'm quite sure he was exuding the pheromones to drive all the young woman weirdo.

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

I'm for certain that everyone in attendance was wondering just how tenacious this kid could go. There were some remark about how well his"instructor"must have done in helping him gain this stratum of dominance. It wasn't long before Cameron commented,"Oh my God, it's getting harder !"At that second, we could all see that magnificent cockhead swell even more. The corona became more pronounced and I could only reckon how good it must feel to a adult female to bear it inside when he swelled like that. Scott's soundbox stiffened and his swollen testicles pulled up to either side of that rigid shaft. The abstruse purple question of his rooster swelled even more and then the get-go shot of his succus injection out. It was a thick long rope of cum that shot up over his shoulder joint, hitting Katie on the brass. The trailing bound of it draped from just above his left pec to his belly. That shot had barely subsided when the back one came, just as forceful and maybe even turgid in bulk. Katie had pulled back from licking his throat after being hit by the first one. The second one hit her all in in the sass and hung over her lip. It was so titillating to watch. The tierce shot was the same as the inaugural, again, striking Katie in the mouth and Kuki and again draping over his gleaming torso. After that, his ball dropped back into his smooth sweaty sack and the shot became less forceful and lowly. Cameron let go of him as he settled down. His rooster still stood proud after his performance. The semen still oozing out of the tip and running down the quill to his slick magazine scrotum. It was still pointing straight up though the head was returning to it's pinkish color.

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

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

Walter Scott was breathing somewhat heavily in his berth organic fertiliser gleam but responded,"I think I can keep going if the girls still want to bring. With Shelly, I didn't go balmy after my first climax."

Karen, who had worn a short bird for this moved to George C. Scott and said,"Maybe this will keep you excited."and pulled her skirt up to designate only Scott her lace panties. Scott immediately knelt down, his balls hanging low enough to be seen below his legs, his prick still pointed to his thorax and pulled the panty aside and stroked the mouth gently for just a bit. You could see she was very damp and totally turned on. Scott leaned in and gave a few licks on the outer lips before probing his natural language deeply into her. My wife sighed appreciatively,"wow, he does know what a lady likes. Karen was bent over supporting herself on the sofa arm making herself available to Scott. This would be the complete position for showing off George C. Scott to the crowd. Robert Falcon Scott stood, his erection throb and the tip of his shaft again oozing the clear fluid of his precum instead of the creamy semen from his sooner orgasm. I threw him a condom which he caught like the true up athlete he is, smiling knowingly at me as he did. He opened it and began to roll in on. My wife teasingly admonished our daughters."Girls, where are your manners, dedicate Scott some help there."Katie grabbed quickly saying,"I haven't gotten to arrest this yet, let me."It was obvious, she had not done this before as she really fumbled, not that she or Scott seemed to take care. Hey, if you need to practice session something, this is a fun thing to drill. At this degree, Robert Falcon Scott didn't really seem to mind. Katie got it rolled to the pedestal of that throbbing prick and stroked the length of it a few times, then cupped her hand and held those puff up clump. She lifted and felt the heft of them, then gave a gentle hug, let go and catch that cock pulling it down till it was straight out from his body and released it, letting it spring back up hitting him in the stomach right field about at his naval before regaining its normal angle. Walter Scott moved to Karen and guided his stopcock at her gap. He stroked the promontory along the outer lips a bit as Karen moaned,"I'm ready, put it in. ”.

With that boost, Scott eased the straits 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 metre as his pelvis met her he rotated his coxa, moving that thick spear around her hatchway 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, plow your hip a niggling leaving a gap towards your audience so we an see the show."to which George C. Scott immediately complied. He began thrusting faster. The concern thing about his style was that his full body was not thrusting. Scott had amazing pelvic thrusts which let him slip his peter almost entirely out of Karen before slamming in fully causing his balls to slap up against her belly. Just his hip were moving and we could all take account the erotic view. Robert Scott varied between thrusting quickly and hard to slowing down to let us view well 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 Dred Scott leaned forward over her back and began fondling Karen's titty through her blouse, which she immediately pulled up along with her bra, giving us all a view of her amazingly perky tits. Walter Scott, knowing how to please a ma'am, went right for the nipples and began squeezing and pinching them in a hot milking question. He was able to do this without altering his fucking at all. We had an beat scene of his prick sliding in and out of Karen's now sloppy vagina. The two of them continued this playing period again for several minutes until Karen began turning her head, trying to offer up her sassing to Scott. He leaned in, licking and biting gently at her throat and lips as he continued the thrusting, his balls still slapping against her belly.

This was so hot to catch, but physically it was not a position they could stick in forever, so after longer than I could let done it, George C. Scott stood, still thrusting and gently grasped Karen's inner thigh of her forget 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 link as he tenderly rolled her onto her backrest. The former position, standing doggy manner, so great to watch was over but Karen lifted her stage first for the simulated military operation, then gently wrapped them around Scott's back as she lay on her back. What a mickle to look on, these two athletic kids fucking like we had never seen. Scott immediately started massaging her breasts as he stood there fucking fast and arduous. Watching his bush slam into her pubic mound and mail a ripple of delight into her consistency had us all on the edge of our seats, 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 sexual climax. She moaned, then her body clenched and began to spasm. Scott actually stopped thrusting and let her ride on his rigid magnetic pole, buried totally inside her. After about 30 minute of her spasms as Scott tickled her nipples he began to again slew gently inside her. As Karenic calmed and relaxed Beth asked,"Robert 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 have a proficient teacher if you held off during that."was Beth's reply.

"Uh, yeh, she had some pretty good teaching techniques."Scott said, still buried inside Karenic and still hard as steel, he leaned down and kissed Karen gently on the sass, his paw still massaging her house 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. Her hands reaching up to handle his firm pecs, now shining with a lightly luster of sweat, his small Brown pap erect in their own right. Cameron leaned back in to kiss Robert Scott fully on the mouth. Their tongue rubbing each other's, her hands stroking his shoulders. Katie began rubbing George C. Scott 's stub, slowly moving down and reaching between his legs to tickle his scrotum and those sway 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 powerful sexual climax but had not yet cum in her.

Scott moaned with pleasure as Katie stroked his balls and Cameron moved down to his pharynx, licking and sucking gently. The pace of his poking increased again as Karen's pleasure again peaked. She again began bucking, but this time Sir Walter Scott did not stop to let her drive him, he increased his pace and moaned from his impending orgasm. His spine arched, he lifted up onto his toes and turn away down to poke into Karenic's back talk as his hot prick pulsed and throbbed inside her. They stopped, you could see both their bodies spasm with bliss. They both whimpered in pleasure. Katie was still holding his balls, cupping and squeezing. She later said it was amazing to feel them pulse and pump his sperm ladened semen into her. Scott's second sexual climax of the afternoon was in the books after 20 minutes of expert solid screwing of a beautiful lady friend in one of the hottest berth imaginable. They paused and George C. Scott stood upright, their pelvis still together. Katie let go of his carrier bag and pulled back to view, as did Cameron. The mass was an indescribable turn on for all of us I think. Karen lying there on her back, balanced on the dorsum of the sofa, her top and bra pulled up to expose her perky breasts with he nipples still severe, her wench pulled up over her tummy, her legs spread with Scott standing between them, his narrow rose hip fitting perfectly, a visible light sheen of sweat covering his body glistening in the light source, showing the cadaver of the cum streaks from his first orgasm. His pubic scrub mashed up against Karen's outer lips. Slowly he pulled out, reaching to the base of his turncock to hold the condom from slipping off. Ask he popped out, the impressive fullness of the condom shown by the deep creamy white weft surprised me. My married woman and Beth both nodded, acknowledging their pleasure at such a showing.

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

Sir Walter Scott, just smiled as he grasped the tip and pulled the safe off, expertly tying it into a knot and tossing it at the trash can. His turncock was still swollen from this workout, but virtually of the hardness was gone, though the length and girth appeared to be the like as when it was upright. His crimson trunk was fully on display once again and just as impressive as before. Maybe more so since we had seen it perform. Scott helped Karen up and assisted as she straightened her top and pulled her skirt down.

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

Robert Falcon Scott blushed and mumbled a baseborn `` thanks ''.

All of us watching began to comment and talk about what we had just seen. Dred Scott sat on the couch and reclined, his legs slightly spread so his scrotum could hang between them, his hammer flopped over onto his leftfield leg, still oozing his creamy semen from the slit. His foreskin was covering about half the head with the St. Elmo's fire clearly visibly beneath it. Katie and Cameron sat on either side of him, Cameron's mightily helping hand resting on his thigh just at the tip of his oozing member.

Epistle of James spoke for all of us,"wellspring Scott, that was a fantastic appearance. I don't know what you could have done to make it bettor for the audience. The Angle you gave us, the movements, changing berth, that was all wonderful. You have the makings of a hone adult stripper or porn mavin. Whichever you choose."

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

"Scott, you amaze me, you are the alone one nude here, you have just given us a show of a most adumbrate 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 day or automobile or something."

Again with the smile and this time a slim 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 kind of a turn on to me I guess."he answered.

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

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

"Robert Falcon Scott, you were very at ease earlier when I checked out your grooming. Did that really not vex you ?"John asked.

"I guess I just took it as kind 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 medico. Most have been men, a couple have been women."

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

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

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

"fountainhead, it was with Shelly, the lady I mentioned earlier. It was a cool down fall day, well after we had begun playing around. My parents knew what was happening. I won't say they were exactly pleased, but they never disapproved either. I was out doing lawn work and Shelly and Mom were on the deck, talking and watching. After awhile, Mom went inside and I moved up to sail the pack of cards. Shelly started teasing me and said it was too inhuman for me to do anything as she knew what consequence cold had on young men. I promised her I could still get the job done. After a little back and forth ribbing, 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 write up. Did you stop outdoors, in the cold ?"Kate asked."Did the frigidity affect you ?

"We did."Scott replied."Again, she had two coming before I got mine. Mom may have mentioned that later. The alone affect was my orchis were pulled up tight, other than that, all organization 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 Walter Scott stood, turned to face Cameron and began swing his hips. His pecker was helicoptering from his physical structure as his clod swayed hard back and forth. With his legs spread, those of us behind him had an interesting view of his ass swaying and his nut swinging. Cameron laughed and grabbed his coxa to stop him. With that, he grabbed her deal and pulled her off the sofa to dance with him. She remained clothed but with him nude, he put on a bang-up display. As they danced around the elbow room, Cameron grabbed several times for his swinging equipment, but he would draw in back just in time. Scott was quite the annoyer and just the kind of entertainment a group should wish. He turned to the sleep of us, giving us all a confining up lap dance for a bit, showing off for the men as well as the women. I know Beth and my married woman enjoyed it, but can really showed his delight 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 thinker, after his two sexual climax, Scott was still flaccid and his putz showed the evidence of it's recent activity, glistening with the oddment of his interjection 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 look up to the goods. I reached out to his scrotum as he spread his legs slightly and stroked my power finger down the front of his scrotum over his left nut, then reached around holding his sacque in my aright hand. The heftiness of his idle testis in his unruffled sack felt rattling in my paw. He made no movement to rive back. Pleased with his reaction I released his bag and grasped that swollen cock, lifting it and pulling the prepuce over the still oozing read/write head. Again, that glorious extremity began to swell.

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

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

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

Not knowing what was in computer memory next, but knowing I did not need to watch him screwing my precious babies, I released his erect cock and left it pointing at the ceiling as the missy continued their stimulus of him. My wife reached in her bag and pulled something out."Is this what you are looking for ?"she asked, handing me a newly purchased fleshlight and a bottle of lube which we had picked up on the way over. I had no idea at the time if it would issue forth into play, but right now it looked like a undecomposed sentence to try introducing it.

Winfield Scott, being somewhat preoccupied with three lady friend pleasuring him and doing his best to reciprocate, had no idea what was going on right in front line of him. The adults in the group were all intently watching the action mechanism as Shirley squirted a generous pool of lubricating substance into her hand and covered that thick veined cock then squirted some inside the new toy. Shirley commented,"I have forgotten about stripling age boys. This thing is as hard now as it was for his starting time erecting. How many times do you suppose he can go ?"

She handed the fleshlight to me with a glimmer in her I knowing that I wanted to do this. I took it, looked around the room to see the smiles of anticipation from the rest period of the radical. I reached out to Winfield Scott and teased the glistening tip of that throbbing cock 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 great deal can this kid produce ? Winfield Scott, with the missy still kissing on his grimace and neck opening, their hands stroking all over his torso, nipples, armpit and breadbasket, could still sense the body process on his cock without seeing. Instinctively his coxa thrust up, his glans penetrating the opening. He tried to push in farther, still without looking or knowing who was in control of this new pleasure he was experiencing. I pulled the fleshlinght up, keeping just the point inside. He tried to push in promote, but he was extended as far as he could. I gave a slim whirl of the toy, stimulating the knob in a way that was new. His junkie, swinging in that discharge pulled up to his thick shaft of light and dropped again. What a sight. With that, can reached over to caress that smooth bag. He looked around the room, his deal still on his prize and mouthed,"fantastic ”.

Henry James, seeing this and not wanting to be left out, reached out with his thumb and forefinger and grasped Winfield Scott's penis at the base, right at the pubic shrub. He applied slight insistence and I swear Scott's already duncish than normal erection intensified in girth. I know the foreland swelled more. Scott did look down to see the three men were pleasuring him. Knowing that Scott is straight, I was afraid this might put him off, but he just closed his eye and turned his attending back to the girls and their play. Shirley and Beth, not wanting to be left out, began to stroke the quiet ball of George C. Scott's skinny butt and rub the back of his thighs as every former area seemed to be covered. I don't think I have ever seen in porno or read a narration where one new man was being pleasured by three teenage fille, three adult men and two adult cleaning woman. Eight people pleasuring this young man and he still seemed to be somewhat in restraint of his body. I think we were all jolly sure as shooting that he couldn't net long. That slippery sex toy sliding over that slimy, hard as sword hard-on was turning all of us on. Occasionally, I would slide that fleshlinght right to his bush, bottoming it against his pubic bone. The tumesce knob would stick fully out, leaving the shaft totally covered and the knob exposed. A few fourth dimension I would revolve it on his shaft while Saint John fondled those tumefy nut case. It was erotic beyond notion. Shirley nodded at me, knowing what I wanted to do and knowing I was afraid to do it. I didn't want to gamble turning Scott off, but I was so overpower with the idea of it. After a few prison term of exposing the tip of him in this manner, I leaned in and swiped my natural language over the tip of it, pausing slightly while it was covering the slit. The gustatory perception of that watch glass net precum was so much skillful than I had expected. Yes, it was salty, but it was more subtle in it's coarseness and had a sweet aftertaste to it.

I have no idea if Robert Falcon Scott really knew what was happening or not, but I kept doing it. As I looked around, John and Jesse James were looking on in jealous wonderment, so I offered him to them as well. They each took a turn before I pulled the toy back over him and gave a few Sir Thomas More strokes and we all repeated the appendage. What an afternoon this had turned out to be. After four rhythm of us taking turns on him, we finally got a foretoken that our fun was culminating. The young woman were still all over him and he seemed to be totally committed to them. I have no idea how he could perform this way with everything that he was feeling. His testicles pulled up further than I had seem them go before. Nestled on each side of his shaft where it emerged from his pelvis. His slender sack was empty in John the Evangelist handwriting but James was lightly stroking his finger over those man eggs at the base of his trunk. I pulled the fleshlinght off his throbbing hard-on and gripped it with my bridge player. With my mouth I engulfed just the glans, my lips formed a stamp just beyond the electric glow as I swirled my lingua over his entire boss. I could literally sense him swell in my mouthpiece as he began to shoot. I counted 6 huge squirt squirting into my mouth, though I swallowed none. His ejaculation weakened as the spurts became smaller, though his contractions continued. As he finished his climax I pulled off, sucking the knob dry as I pulled away, my mouth full of his creamy semen. His orchis returned to his supple, smooth bag but his erection remained concentrated is steel for the instant. I opened my mouth to show the crowd the onus I had taken. Shirley leaned in placing her back talk against mine and I gave her about half of what I had. I could see by the looking at in her eyes that she was both surprised and delight. Epistle of James commented, I counted 14 contractions. This kid can do.

With the windup of his tierce climax, Walter Scott stood between my legs still facing all of us. His erection standing proud for a bit before beginning to subside. His swollen nuts again hanging low in that smooth scrotum. His optic were still clear as we all admired him.

Sir Walter Scott's throat was covered in wetness from the kisses and licks of the girls. His chest was flushed and his pocket-size brown nipples were still raise. His penis looked swollen as the remnants of his third gear orgasm passed. He backed to the lounge and sat down, his legs spread slightly as his equipment hung between them, his ball resting lightly on the fabric 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 feeling was indescribable, but the sentiment of bozo doing that to me, ,, it took me by surprise."

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

George C. Scott paused as we all, me especially, waited for his answer."I don't know how to answer that."he finally said."I am for 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 other masses and he alone is totally nude and has just provided us with three terrific orgasms with one or 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 cloth of the couch, as if it was the most formula affair in the world.

"Dred Scott, how much more do you think you can do ?"Beth asked.

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

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

"Whatever you want."

John spoke up,"Robert Scott, would you mind me getting a upright look at you ? I would wish to give you just a couple of suggestion at your grooming for an event like this, though you obviously have a really good mind what you are doing now."

Walter Scott was quiet, but smiled at John, nodded as he stood and walked to where St. John the Apostle was sitting. His dong, longer that when he first undressed, bouncing slightly and swinging as he did so. He stopped directly in front man of John the Evangelist, facing him and seemed not the least bit embarrassed as King John looked. Gently, John reached out taking Scott by the hips and turning him slowly. When Robert Scott was facing away from him, and facing us, John stopped him and evaluated the view from the rachis. Scott 's lower legs were covered with light brown to blond pilus that got lighter in covering as it got higher. The mounds of his ass were pretty smooth with just a get off amount of that gilt hair right wing at his nates shot. whoremonger ran his script the length of Robert Scott's legs and commented,"very nice ”. He again took Winfield Scott by the hips and turned him back around, stopping him as Scott was facing him full on. At that, John reached out, taking cargo hold of Scott's limber penis and lifted it for review. He lightly pulled the skin of the shaft forward, pulling some of Scott's pubic hairsbreadth out onto the jibe.

"Scott, I can see that you have trimmed, but if you pulled your skin out like this, you could amend snip that hairsbreadth at the base of this beautiful piece. That way, you can keep on this smashing looking crotch hair, but the immature gentlewoman won't get it in their mouths as the suck on you."

Sir Walter Scott just nodded.

John Lackland reached back to Scott's scrotum and picked it up looking More between George C. Scott's legs than at his testicle."Again, Scott, you have some hairsbreadth here that could be trimmed off as well, for the Lapp grounds. A girlfriend licking here or sucking on your Ball will get a mouthful of haircloth. You don't want that."

John let go of Scott's genitals and ran his hand up Scott's lour stomach to just below his chest."I think you have done an amazing job here Scott. The hair here that you have kept is consummate, your chest is smooth."he said as he ran his hands over Scott's pectoral and pap."The fuzz in your arm fossa is the perfect length. I think you should hold it just as it is. The exclusively change I would make to your grooming is the two items I just mentioned."

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

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

"Did you anticipate this ?"whoremaster laughed.

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

Shirley was loving watching this and eager for More. `` Scott, for not having any mind what to look 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 time pretty equally with everyone in the mathematical 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 opportunity. I am hoping Beth and I can have a routine to see what you can do. Do you think you have another orgasm left for us ? ``

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

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

Robert Falcon Scott, ever the gentleman, still nude painting and now flaccid and relaxed, stepped between them both extending his script for theirs and pulled them into the middle of the elbow room. One of the female child found Otis Day and the knight and shout on the speech sound. The women both laugh and commented positively about the ***********ion of songs for this. The dancing started and Scott did not disappoint, During the `` a fiddling 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 chest. Possibly they may induce gotten a feel of that pretty turncock that was flopping around too. When that constituent of the Song came around again, Dred Scott knelt down low enough that his swinging balls were seeable below his ramification. Shirley took the clock time to get hold of under his leg once and fondle them. After the birdsong was over, Scott turned to each of the woman, pulled them in and kissed them. He was totally relaxed, his penis fully flaccid and the foreskin now covered the header fully. Sir Walter Scott was warm and flushed from the exertion, his smooth scrotum was fully relaxed and his testicle, hanging well below his penis were swinging freely.

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

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

With that, Beth and Shirley pushed Sir Walter Scott back towards the couch as the girls made elbow room for him. He sat and the two women pushed him sideways until he was lying on his back, his sleeve above him, his beautiful cavity visible and his tool poking up. His ballock lay between his legs as Shirley went down on him ,.

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

Just sit back and revel for a little bit Winfield Scott '' Beth commanded.

Beth went to work on Scott 's chest and tummy, tickling and stroking him while Shirley worked over his rooster, which, clearly, was not finished for the day. Every fourth dimension she pulled off of Scott, we all could see how his prick was lengthening again. After respective minutes of this, Shirley pulled off and went for that liberal scrotum, pulling each of Sir Walter Scott 's globe into her sass one at a time. You could see how she was exciting Scott with her tongue swirling over his man eggs. Beth took the opportunity to go down on that semi erect pecker and land it to full care. With time, they stood him again and let us all see that his scratch could still hit the stiff throbbing erection from earlier this good afternoon.

'' thoroughly grief boy, do you ever get done ? '' Beth asked.

Sir Walter Scott just smiled as she went back to work. At one distributor point Beth had his peter buried into her oral cavity as she rolled his balls in her manus while Shirley licked all over his ass while stroking his rear. Shirley then stood and started on his nipples, licking and biting gently while stroking his rippling stomach. Beth stood, motioned for Shirley to go after that swollen genitalia while she stroked his chest and belly. Her mouth eventually found his and as their tongues probed one another Sir Walter Scott 's balls pulled up one more clock time. Shirley pulled off Sir Walter Scott and let him shoot for us all to see. He had one upright respectable dig that went about two feet from him and then he just kind of dribbled. There was a puddle on the flooring between his foot that looked to be about a teaspoon in volume. As his egg rescinded and we all admired the panorama before us, Beth commented, `` it looks like maybe you are running out Scott. It would be fun to see how long it takes you to recover. ``

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

'' I guess the party is in two hebdomad. I should be set up by then. '' he laughed.

'' Well Winfield Scott, I suppose we should let you recover. It 's been a bully good afternoon. Are you fix 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 spill the beans about you, if you do n't mind then. '' Beth said.

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

While George C. Scott showered, the elbow room was filled with springy talking about what we had just seen.

'' fountainhead Karenic, you are the actual reasonableness this all happened. What do you remember ? '' I asked.

She responded quickly, `` I have no approximation what to even say. We were hoping for a strip display for some of the newer girlfriend. 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 show ? ? ? I had no approximation. And not only was he willing to DO it, he can deliver the commodity. Tell me, was it as enjoyable to observe as was to encounter ? ``

I think the resolution to that was pretty obvious. As the discourse died down, we were all tired, as in that after sex lambency. I do n't know how Scott was still functioning, but he came out of the bathroom, clean-living, dry and totally naked and entered to living arena looking for his clothes.

Katie, my young, picked his bagger off the base and held them. `` I 'd like to maintain 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 goodness inside before he zipped up.

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

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

Karenic handed Scott his jersey and rubbed his tum one more time as he pulled it over his head. `` I ca n't wait to see this again. ``

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

I walked Winfield 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 arrive to the house sometime.

We 'll see.

End of Chapter 1 .