The Idea.

howdy, I have a story to tell that you may find worry. My epithet is Marty Harris and I am a schoolhouse teacher and football coach in a small-scale residential district in the hatful south of Seattle. I love my job and my students. I guess I am a democratic instructor as many of my students and alum keep on in contact with me after shoal, exercise or even graduation.

This level begins after I had visited a Quaker and former student teaching fellow worker of mine who taught in a similar little township about 2 hours from mine, east of Seattle. She told me that she had been visited by some previous scholar of hers who were in their second year of college now and they were planning to occur family for their homecoming and add a group of friends who had never been to WA state. They mentioned that they were hoping for a really godforsaken time to show these supporter and had even hoped to find a new man willing to unclothe for them at their"after the game"political party. My friend, Beth Manning, and I laughed it off and thought how much more outgoing these girl were than we were when each of us was in college.

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

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

I was in the locker as my role player came in. Sometimes I spent my prep fourth dimension in my function and sometimes I was in the footlocker room with my players as we prepared for recitation. I had a particularly good squad this twelvemonth and our Friday biz had been a victory. The guys had played exceptionally well against a skilful ranked team and pulled out a victory by a svelte margin. Practice was going to be fairly igniter this afternoon as a payoff to them for their effort.

As I watched my histrion come in and set out dressing for practice, I again observed the interaction between the actor. One of my favorite team members and bookman caught my eye. Scott Curry, an incoming elder, had been playing varsity since his sophomore twelvemonth. He was one my offensive running play vertebral column and squad co captain. I could put him anyplace in the backfield and recognize he would dedicate his all to get the job done. He was a friendly kid who was always volition to help out. Today was no exclusion. Normally, any team has a definite hierarchy with the senior players picking out specific spots in our opened locker way and shower region. That was true of many of my current players, but never Scott. Today, as usual, he was one of the last instrumentalist to enter the fecundation elbow room as his last class of the day was clear across campus from the gym. He came in and saw one of our freshman and less pop players off by himself. Scott sat on the judiciary beside him and in a well-disposed tone greeted the untested man. I always liked when this happened and could count on Sir Walter Scott more than than any of my former players to do this without being told to. You could see how it brightened the offspring man's optic to be noticed and talks to by one of the master.

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

We had a unspoiled practice and afterwards as the son were dressing, I approached Robert Falcon Scott,"Sir Walter Scott, after you're finished, could I see you in my berth ?"

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

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

"Well, Scott, I have something to ask you. It's not a favor, you can say no. It has nothing to do with the team, your acting, your form 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 terminal public figure only on the subject. world-class names in the classroom or out of school.

"Anyway Winfield Scott, like I said, this is not a favor or anything. You have no certificate of indebtedness to do it at all, I just thought, after watching you today, that you would be arrant for this if you wanted to do it. I have a friend who teaches and bus about two hours from here. I was visiting with her last weekend and she mentioned that some of her alumna were going to be bringing some of their college friends for a visit in a couple of weeks for their return. They were hoping to show these miss a good time."

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

"fountainhead, Walter Scott, they were hoping to have a political party after their game on Friday night. They wanted a upright one and were hoping to find a unseasoned man to strip down for them. I really just laughed the idea off until this good afternoon and watched you work with our youthful instrumentalist. Your helpful attitude and willingness to cave in any job everything you have makes you perfect. Also, if you hadn't noticed, you are one the pits of a good looking guy."

Robert Scott looked at me, then he laughed."shit Coach. I never in a million years would give guessed you were going to ask me something like this. Are you severe ?"

"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 promise have been made, and like I said, you are under no certificate of indebtedness to do it. I do imagine, there could be some money though, if you are interested."

Again, he laughed,"Now you're making me a whore. How often money. Am I a cheap slut or a high priced cry girl ?"

That made me laugh."No thought Scott. Which do you want to be ? Should I call Beth and see if they are sober and how often 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 plunder very well. I mean, I am a decent dancer. I've won a few terpsichore contest here at schooling dancing, but I think stripping is a minuscule bit different."

"wellspring, you have almost three calendar week 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 when I got nursing home that night. She laughed heartily and admonished me,"Marty, you dumbass. I told you that because I thought it was a funny idea. I didn't mean for you to come up a sprigger for them."

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

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

"Hey Beth, there's another thing. Robert Scott isn't sure of his ability to do a commodity stripping introduction. Perhaps you'd like to number over and offer some preshow advice."

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

On Midweek I had the answer. The girls were definitely interested. They had up to $ 500 to pay if needed and Beth was all for viewing a praxis seance. We set up to do that Saturday afternoon at my home. I would let Sir Walter Scott know.

Let me take a moment to identify George C. Scott. Like I said, he was an ingress senior and had just had his 18th birthday this past Friday. He was not your typical football game histrion in that he was dismount, with a swimmers build, and fast. Six feet even, 170 British pound and solidness, not bulky. Light chocolate-brown cutis with slightly darker blond fuzz and beautiful Robert Brown centre. Slender waist with a trunk that tapered out to a broad defined thorax and shoulders rounded out the software system. If you're interested in the early facets, I know from being his motorbus that he is uncircumcised, unshaved in his pubic area and has a nice total 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 drill I told Dred Scott about the conversation I had had with Beth. He was a little surprised but only asked what time Saturday.

I told him to follow by right after lunch.

"How far are they going to want 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 desire to see it laborious ?"

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

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

I just laughed and winked at him.

The Audition.

well, things were set up and design change. Keeping in nous our various locations, Scott lived and attended shoal in a small town in in the lot about an hour south of Tacoma. I lived in the suburbs of Tacoma, WA and traveled to the school to teach and train. Beth and her alums all lived in a pocket-size biotic community East of Snoqualmie on I-90. We decided, rather than meeting at my seat to meet at a Residence Inn in Ellensburg where we could get a suite. This was going to be a beneficial auditory modality with an hearing. A hazard for Scott to show what he could do.

Let me introduce you to the interview. First, of course, was Beth and her husband James, both in their early 40's and a fit good looking couple. Epistle of James and Beth taught and coached at the Lapp high school. Next was the young girl who was representing the alums who were hosting the political party. She was 20 and a second yr college student. Whitney Moore Young Jr. and attractive her name was Karen. Third was a guest of Beth's, John, a middle aged gay man who owned a bar and was there to give advice on how to cultivate the audience and possible dressing crown. Fourth of course was myself and my wife Shirley. Shirley has a little 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 Robert Scott was a cutie the first metre 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 contact between my home and my students is jolly minimal. Sir Walter Scott had met my wife and young lady at our annual gymnastic honour banquets and he was always very gracious and polite. He had no idea how my daughters thought about him.

We elected to all sports meeting at the suite at 1 with Scott showing up later. It would seem less awkward for him if he didn't have to sit through the arrival of everyone. As we arrived and founding were made, you could really smell out the excitement. At exactly 1:15 as instructed, Scott pulled into the parking spot in nominal head of our social unit driving a really decent fateful Mustang GT. He was wearing sunglasses and a Black T-shirt, boot cut denim that flaired over the top of his lily-white running play shoes and looking just as hot as I had hoped. As he approached the door, I opened it beckoning him inside.

"Hi Sir Walter Scott. ejaculate on in and meet the crowd. Are you nervous ?"

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

creation were made as Scott stood in the midriff of the group who was seated around him. The missy, my two daughters and Karenic from Beth's school, flanked him immediately. Beth commented,"Scott, you look great. That shirt and those jean really show off your material body. Your arms protuberance from the sleeves and the jeans fit your butt and gibbosity great."Scott blushed and mumbled a thanks.

"George C. Scott, why don't you take that shirt off and open us a feeling at what's underneath."Beth suggested.

Scott looked at the girls and seductively pulled his shirt off exposing his tanned, defined chest with nickel sized brown teat on well defined musculus pectoralis and insipid stomach that rippled with a 6 pac as he moved. The slightest bit of a treasure trail rose from the bang buckle to his navel.

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

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

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

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

"I knew you had a miss last year Scott, I wasn't sure if anything had happened since her.."I commented.

"Actually, double-decker, 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 time and I had just turned 16. She really took her time and taught me what a woman likes and how to please her. We played together for about 9 calendar month before she got change for her work."

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

Dred 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 head Winfield Scott, could you provoke your munition, hands behind your chief ?"

"Sure sir,"Dred Scott complied as John ran his hands over Robert Scott's arms, arm pits, chest 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 machinate for today ?"

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

"Well, so far, I like what I see, your colliery are trimmed perfectly, no hair around your nipples or the center of your chest either. I'd say you are just what this mathematical group of daughter are looking for. Am I right Karenic, or would you have rather had person with more hair ?"John commented.

Karenic's reply came quickly,"I can't really envisage a guy looking intimately for this. I can't wait to see more."

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

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

Beth pulled out her phone and hit play on a YouTube video and the room came to life from a span of blutooth speaker she had set up earlier. The song, candy shop class by 50 Cent filled the elbow room and George C. Scott began dancing to it. It's a very seductive vocal and Walter Scott worked it very well, getting up close and personal with Karen. It was really hot watching this shirtless and shoeless athletic Young man gyrating with her. My girl were right there as well, so Scott moved between the three of them. The girls got into the act as well, reaching out and rubbing on Scott's bare chest and venter, making his abs ripple with their signature. Just before the song ended, Karenic was unbuckling Scott's whang and opening the top button on his Levi. As the Song dynasty ended, there was the briefest pause before trot by Ginuwine filled the elbow room. Another seductive Song dynasty and Scott changed his motion to play off the new beat, but stayed right there with the young woman as Katie, my youngest, pulled the slide fastener down on Robert Scott's jeans and pulled the top afford exposing his boxers. Winfield Scott moved away from the hold of the miss and moved around the room, giving everyone a view and working the gang. He got close enough to my wife for her to arrive at out and take hold of his ass pulling him in last to her. He feigned shock and moved away giving everyone, men included a view. After that, he moved back towards my wife giving her the opportunity to grab again. He guided her slightly, signaling her to pull his dungaree down. She got them to his articulatio talocruralis just as the Song ended. It was obvious, everyone was having a trade good clip. I think even Robert Scott was. Again, the music only paused briefly before Uptown Funk a St. Bruno Mars song came on. As it began Scott was pulling his feet out of the jeans. He pulled his wind cone off at the same metre so he was just in his boxershorts. This is a riotous less seductive song, so Dred Scott spent it dancing around the room, pulling the girls and ladies up for a spry dance. I was impressed with how he could work on the crowd his first time.

The next strain to occur on was The Fix by Nelly. Kind of a funky song that slowed Scott down. He was between the three younger girls gyrating seductively in his boxer as Karen reached out holding him by his hips. She slowly slid his boxers down and Scott stepped out of them, leaving him totally nude. I was yarn-dye, he was still soft, but swollen. His uncut pecker was plump and veiny looking as it hung over his swinging scrotum filled with those perfect man eggs. His renal pelvis was much more pale than the ease of his physical structure and his tan argument were quite evident. His scrotum was darker than his trunk and was hairless. Obviously some preparation had been done. His penis hung over that scrotum swinging right along with it. The tip of his penis was barely protruding from his endearing foreskin and the slit was just seeable. It appeared as though the swollen glans was a deep red, almost purple coloring now, no doubt due to the sheer excitation he was feeling. The head and Saint Ulmo's fire were swollen and clearly visible under that foreskin. His shaft too, was hairless though he had a nice twinkle brown, thick bush that was neatly trimmed so as not to be wild but plenty long and thick enough to run your fingers through. As he stepped out of those boxershorts, he kicked them to the side and again circled the room giving everyone, men included, a vista and, at prison term, a feel. That song ended and Beth instantly but on Sexy binding by Justin Timberlake. Scott took off shaking his stuff for everyone and then moving in for some hot lap saltation action. At this period the girls got involved, not just touching but holding kissing and groping. At times one girl was playing with his software and the other two were stroking his chest, nipples, stomach and branch. If I said that this had no issue on this young man's body, it would be an hideous lie. That putz swelled and grew to it's full size ( something I had thought about but never seen ) in no time.

Dred Scott's putz was actually stunning. It was thinner at the base and grew thicker the further it went out. It was a overnice reddish vividness, lighter than his scrotum with a very enounce and almost purple glans that was emitting a skillful drop of very clear precum from the tip. Under the unruffled skin of the shaft, modest vena were protruding everywhere. The master venous blood vessel running the length of the underside was thick and impressive. Erect, his pecker had a slim upwards curve and pointed almost straight up reaching just even with his belly button. His scrotum was still hanging free with his swollen testicle inside. He backed away from the girlfriend and slowly turned giving everyone in the room 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 legs from behind, taking his nut in her hand. She gently squeezed and pulled him, making that cock bound. With her early handwriting she reached out and grasped his penis at the fundament and slid her hand the duration of it. The music stopped but the activity did not. Cameron continued to stroke Dred Scott, who was positioned for all too see. Karen came up from the back and began teasing Walter Scott's brown, dime sized nipples. As for Scott, he just closed his optic, leaned his head back and let them. He was gently thrusting into Cameron's supple hands. Like I had said, Winfield Scott was not a big bulky guy, more lightly built as a base runner or swimmer, but still, it was evident how nature makes guy the cock-a-hoop and stronger sex. Cameron's workforce genuinely looked dainty on that thick veiny phallus of Dred Scott's. My unseasoned, Katie, not wanting to be left out go up Robert Scott and began licking his throat which led to him leaning forward slightly and, eyes still closed, kissing her. They were kissing deeply, tongues fighting to go deeper into the other's sass, her manus stroking his tight tummy and pubic hair as her Sister held his testis and stroked his leaking tool while Karen licked on his neck again and flicked her finger over his nipples. We adults were soundless, just watching. How I envied this student of mine. I couldn't opine 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 George C. Scott's light beam, not really playing with that beautiful, purple, leaking glans. Perhaps some guidance would be in order later. Right now, we just wanted to see how this would end. Beth did put on another song and it got the Thomas Kid into a rhythm method of birth control. Sir Walter Scott was thrusting into Cameron's hands. He reached over his chief to hold Karen who was still licking his cervix. This exposed his sexy armpit to Katie who immediately buried her spit in the nest of damp light Brown University haircloth. I'm quite sure enough he was exuding the pheromones to repulse all the daughter crazy.

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

I'm sure that everyone in attendance was wondering just how longsighted this kid could go. There were some remark about how well his"teacher"must feature done in helping him gain 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 Saint Ulmo's fire became more pronounced and I could only think how good it must experience to a char to have it inside when he swelled like that. Scott's body stiffened and his swollen testicle pulled up to either side of meat of that rigid pecker. The trench purple head of his stopcock swelled even more and then the first guesswork of his juice shot out. It was a thick tenacious rope of cum that shot up over his berm, hitting Katie on the cheek. The trailing boundary of it draped from just above his left pec to his stomach. That slam had barely subsided when the moment one came, just as emphatic and maybe even tumid in volume. Katie had pulled back from licking his throat after being hit by the first one. The second one hit her bushed in the sass and hung over her lip. It was so erotic to watch. The third shot was the same as the first, again, striking Katie in the mouth and chin and again draping over his gleaming trunk. After that, his testicles dropped back into his smooth sweaty sack and the jibe became less forceful and smaller. Cameron let go of him as he settled down. His cock still stood proud after his public presentation. The come still oozing out of the tip and running down the dig to his slick scrotum. It was still pointing straight up though the head was returning to it's pinkish color.

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

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

Dred Scott was breathing somewhat heavily in his berth organic gleam but responded,"I think I can hold on going if the girl still want to play. With Shelly, I didn't go soft after my inaugural climax."

Karen, who had worn a curtly skirt for this moved to George C. Scott and said,"Maybe this will keep you excited."and pulled her skirt up to show only Walter Scott her lace panties. George C. Scott immediately knelt down, his balls hanging low enough to be seen below his pegleg, his mother fucker still pointed to his dresser and pulled the panties aside and stroked the lips gently for just a bit. You could see she was very moist and totally turned on. Dred Scott leaned in and gave a few salt lick on the outer lips before probing his lingua deeply into her. My wife sighed appreciatively,"wow, he does bonk what a lady likes. Karenic was bent over supporting herself on the lounge arms making herself available to Scott. This would be the perfect position for showing off Scott to the bunch. Scott stood, his erection throbbing and the tip of his turncock again oozing the unclutter fluid of his precum instead of the creamy seminal fluid from his earlier coming. I threw him a condom which he caught like the dependable 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."young lady, where are your manners, give Scott some helper there."Katie grabbed quickly saying,"I haven't gotten to hold this yet, let me."It was obvious, she had not done this before as she really fumbled, not that she or Scott seemed to bear in mind. Hey, if you need to pattern something, this is a fun matter to praxis. At this point, Scott didn't really seem to heed. 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 swollen clump. She lifted and felt the heft of them, then gave a gentle squeeze, let go and grabbed that pecker pulling it down till it was straight out from his organic structure and released it, letting it leaping back up hitting him in the stomach right about at his naval before regaining its normal angle. Scott moved to Karen and guided his cock at her first step. He stroked the pass along the outer lips a bit as Karen moaned,"I'm quick, put it in. ”.

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

King John spoke up softly,"Scott, plough your hips a slight leaving a gap towards your audience so we an see the show."to which Scott immediately complied. He began thrusting faster. The interesting matter about his dash was that his intact body was not thrusting. Walter Scott had amazing pelvic thrust which let him slide his cock almost entirely out of Karen before slamming in fully causing his bollock to slap up against her belly. Just his coxa were moving and we could all appreciate the erotic persuasion. Robert Falcon Scott varied between thrusting quickly and hard to slowing down to let us view better to burying himself in her and rotating around, giving her the stimulation she needed. Karenic's pleasure was obvious as she moaned, whimpered and encouraged him. After a few bit of this Scott leaned forward over her back and began fondling Karen's breasts through her blouse, which she immediately pulled up along with her bra, giving us all a view of her amazingly perky tits. George C. Scott, knowing how to please a Lady, went right for the nipple and began squeezing and pinching them in a hot milking motion. He was able to do this without altering his fuck at all. We had an mystify view of his shit sliding in and out of Karenic's now sloppy vagina. The two of them continued this play again for several minute until Karenic began turning her head, trying to extend her mouth to Winfield Scott. He leaned in, licking and biting gently at her throat and lips as he continued the thrusting, his clump still slapping against her belly.

This was so hot to watch, but physically it was not a location they could stay in forever, so after recollective than I could have done it, Walter 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 turncock. They never broke tangency as he tenderly rolled her onto her cover. The other view, standing bow-wow panache, so nifty to watch was over but Karen lifted her legs first for the tactic, then gently wrapped them around Scott's back as she lay on her back. What a pile to watch, these two athletic child fucking like we had never seen. Scott immediately started massaging her titty as he stood there fucking fast and hard. Watching his chaparral barb into her pubic cumulus and send a ripple of joy into her body had us all on the edge of our seats, Cameron got involved by licking Scott's cum encrusted throat and berm as Katie started kissing Karenic. It was at this full point Karenic had her orgasm. She moaned, then her body clenched and began to spasm. Scott actually stopped thrusting and let her ride on his rigid pole, buried totally inside her. After about 30 seconds of her spasm as Robert Falcon Scott tickled her nipples he began to again slew gently inside her. As Karen calmed and relaxed Beth asked,"Scott, did you cum too ?"

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

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

"Uh, yeh, she had some pretty right teaching techniques."Scott said, still buried inside Karenic and still hard as steel, he leaned down and kissed Karen gently on the lips, his hands still massaging her firm breasts. His rose hip 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 shoulders. Her hands reaching up to palm his house pectoral, now shining with a light luster of fret, his small brown nipples erect in their own right. Cameron leaned back in to buss Robert Scott fully on the backtalk. Their tongues rubbing each former's, her hands stroking his shoulders. Katie began rubbing Scott 's goat, slowly moving down and reaching between his legs to tickle his scrotum and those swinging testis.

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

Scott moaned with pleasure as Katie stroked his testis and Cameron moved down to his throat, licking and sucking gently. The yard of his push increased again as Karen's pleasance again peaked. She again began bucking, but this time Scott did not stop to let her ride him, he increased his pace and moaned from his impending orgasm. His book binding arched, he lifted up onto his toes and stoop down to examine Karenic's back talk as his hot dick 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 musket ball, cupping and squeezing. She later said it was amazing to feel them pulse and pump his sperm ladened semen into her. Scott's second orgasm of the afternoon was in the books after 20 minute of arc of proficient self-colored fucking of a beautiful young lady in one of the blistering situations imaginable. They paused and Robert Falcon Scott stood upright, their pelvic girdle still together. Katie let go of his sack and pulled back to follow, as did Cameron. The muckle was an indefinable turn on for all of us I think. Karen lying there on her back, balanced on the back of the sofa, her top and bra pulled up to unwrap her perky bosom with he nipples still tough, her skirt pulled up over her tummy, her legs gap with Sir Walter Scott standing between them, his narrow hips fitting perfectly, a light sheen of sweat covering his physical structure glistening in the light, showing the remains of the cum stripe from his 1st orgasm. His pubic bush mashed up against Karen's outer rim. Slowly he pulled out, reaching to the basis of his cock to hold the condom from slipping off. Ask he popped out, the telling fullness of the prophylactic shown by the loggerheaded creamy white filling surprised me. My wife and Beth both nodded, acknowledging their pleasure at such a showing.

"Very impressive Walter Scott, I didn't expect your second ejaculation to have that much volume."my married woman commented.

Robert Falcon Scott, just smiled as he grasped the tip and pulled the condom off, expertly tying it into a knot and tossing it at the trash can. His cock was still swollen from this exercising, but well-nigh of the rigour was gone, though the length and girth appeared to be the same as when it was erect. His rosy-cheeked body was fully on video display once again and just as impressive as before. Maybe more so since we had seen it do. Scott helped Karen up and assisted as she straightened her top and pulled her skirt down.

"I have to say Scott, no one has given me two climax 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 speak about what we had just seen. Scott sat on the couch and reclined, his stage slightly spread so his scrotum could flow between them, his cock flopped over onto his left over leg, still oozing his creamy semen from the slit. His prepuce was covering about half the oral sex with the corona clearly visibly beneath it. Katie and Cameron sat on either face of him, Cameron's the right way handwriting resting on his thigh just at the tip of his oozing penis.

King James I spoke for all of us,"well Scott, that was a fantastic show. I don't know what you could have done to make it dependable for the audience. The Angle you gave us, the drive, changing place, that was all fantastical. You have the makings of a pure adult sprigger or porn star. Whichever you choose."

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

"Dred Scott, you amaze me, you are the only one nude here, you have just given us a show of a most confidant 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 schoolhouse or cars or something."

Again with the smile and this time a tenuous 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 routine on to me I guess."he answered.

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

Walter 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 marvellous, and I know I love lady friend. As long as nobody violates my trustfulness or demarcation line, I see no damage at all."

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

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

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

"Just by Dr.. Most have been men, a twain have been women."

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

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

Beth again,"fountainhead, I guess we know the resolution to that. Care to secernate us about it ?"

"fountainhead, it was with Shelly, the noblewoman I mentioned earlier. It was a cool autumn 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 workplace and Shelly and Mom were on the deck of cards, talking and watching. After awhile, Mom went inside and I moved up to drag in the deck. Shelly started teasing me and said it was too cold for me to do anything as she knew what essence coldness had on young men. I promised her I could still get the job done. After a small 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 account. Did you eat up outdoors, in the cold ?"Kate asked."Did the cold affect you ?

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

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

At that Scott stood, turned to face Cameron and began swing his rose hip. His tool was helicoptering from his body as his balls swayed hard back and forth. With his leg spread, those of us behind him had an interesting view of his ass swaying and his bollock swinging. Cameron laughed and grabbed his hip to stop him. With that, he grabbed her hands and pulled her off the sofa to trip the light fantastic with him. She remained clothed but with him nude, he put on a with child show. As they danced around the way, Cameron grabbed several times for his swinging equipment, but he would pull back just in time. Sir Walter Scott was quite the tease and just the kind of entertainment a chemical group should like. He turned to the remainder of us, giving us all a close up lap dance for a bit, showing off for the men as well as the woman. I know Beth and my wife enjoyed it, but John really showed his pleasure and it didn't deter Winfield 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 mind, after his two orgasms, Scott was still flabby and his cock showed the evidence of it's recent body process, glistening with the remnants of his ejaculation in the safe, swollen and flushed and still oozing some of his cream. As he came to me, I grabbed his hips and stopped his question. He stood before me, seated very close to my wife and let me admire the goodness. I reached out to his scrotum as he spread his legs slightly and stroked my index finger down the front of his scrotum over his allow for nut, then reached around holding his sack in my right hand. The heft of his loose nut in his smoothen sack felt wonderful in my hand. He made no move to pull up back. Pleased with his reaction I released his bag and grasped that tumefy rooster, lifting it and pulling the prepuce over the still oozing principal. Again, that magnificent extremity began to swell.

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

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

I didn't response, but Walter Scott allowed me to stroke him to another wide erecting as everyone watched. Again, not wanting to be left out, the daughter all got involved licking his nipples, stroking his venter and taking number feeling his tonsils with their tongues.

Not knowing what was in stock next, but knowing I did not desire to observe him screwing my precious babies, I released his upright cock and left it pointing at the cap as the lady friend continued their stimulus of him. My married woman 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 prison term if it would come into play, but right now it looked like a good time to try introducing it.

George C. Scott, being somewhat preoccupied with three girls pleasuring him and doing his best to reciprocate, had no idea what was going on right hand in nominal head of him. The grownup in the group were all intently watching the action as Shirley squirted a generous pool of lubricating substance into her deal and covered that thick veined cock then squirted some inside the new toy. Shirley commented,"I have forgotten about teenaged age boys. This thing is as hard now as it was for his inaugural erection. How many times do you speculate he can go ?"

She handed the fleshlight to me with a gleam in her I knowing that I wanted to do this. I took it, looked around the elbow room to see the grinning of anticipation from the balance of the group. I reached out to Scott and teased the shiny tip of that throbbing stopcock with the opening of the toy. I know Shirley had just lubed him up, but I'm sure that was novel precum on the pommel. How a good deal can this kid green goods ? Dred Scott, with the missy still kissing on his typeface and neck, their hands stroking all over his torso, nipples, axilla and stomach, could still sense the body process on his rooster without seeing. Instinctively his rose hip thrust up, his glans penetrating the possibility. He tried to labour in further, still without looking or knowing who was in command of this new delight he was experiencing. I pulled the fleshlinght up, keeping just the head inside. He tried to push in further, but he was extended as far as he could. I gave a slight tress of the toy, stimulating the knob in a way that was new. His nuts, swinging in that dismission pulled up to his thick peter and dropped again. What a ken. With that, Gospel According to John reached over to caress that polish bag. He looked around the room, his script still on his dirty money and mouthed,"fantastic ”.

St. James the Apostle, seeing this and not wanting to be left out, reached out with his ovolo and forefinger and grasped Robert Falcon Scott's penis at the root, right at the pubic bush. He applied cold-shoulder pressure and I swear Robert Falcon Scott's already thicker than pattern hard-on intensified in cinch. I know the fountainhead swelled more. George C. Scott did reckon down to see the three men were pleasuring him. Knowing that Dred Scott is straight, I was afraid this might put him off, but he just closed his eyes and turned his attention back to the young lady and their swordplay. Shirley and Beth, not wanting to be left out, began to stroke the polish globes of Scott's skinny butt and rub the back of his second joint as every former area seemed to be covered. I don't think I have ever seen in porn or understand a history where one Young man was being pleasured by three teenage girls, three grownup men and two grownup women. Eight multitude pleasuring this young man and he still seemed to be somewhat in control of his body. I think we were all pretty sure that he couldn't survive long. That slippery sex toy sliding over that slimy, hard as steel erection was turning all of us on. Occasionally, I would slew that fleshlinght right to his bush, bottoming it against his pubic bone. The swollen knob would stick fully out, leaving the shaft totally incubate and the knob exposed. A few fourth dimension I would rotate it on his shaft while John fondled those conceited screwball. It was erotic beyond opinion. Shirley nodded at me, knowing what I wanted to do and screw I was afraid to do it. I didn't want to risk turning Scott off, but I was so overcome with the thought process of it. After a few clock time of exposing the tip of him in this style, I leaned in and swiped my tongue over the tip of it, pausing slightly while it was covering the pussy. The tasting of that quartz glass crystalize precum was so a great deal better than I had expected. Yes, it was salty, but it was more subtle in it's saltiness and had a 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, John and James I were looking on in covetous admiration, so I offered him to them as well. They each took a turn before I pulled the toy back over him and gave a few Thomas More strokes and we all repeated the process. What an good afternoon this had turned out to be. After four cycles of us taking round on him, we finally got a house that our fun was culminating. The girls were still all over him and he seemed to be totally committed to them. I have no idea how he could perform this way with everything that he was feeling. His testicles pulled up further than I had seem them go before. Nestled on each slope of his shaft where it emerged from his pelvic arch. His supple sack was abandon in Johns hand but James I was lightly stroking his finger over those man eggs at the base of his body. I pulled the fleshlinght off his throbbing erecting and gripped it with my deal. With my rima oris I engulfed just the glans, my brim formed a seal just beyond the corona as I swirled my tongue over his stallion knob. I could literally feel him swell in my backtalk as he began to buck. I counted 6 immense jet plane squirting into my mouth, though I swallowed none. His ejaculation weakened as the spurts became modest, though his compression 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 lump returned to his supple, smooth bag but his erection remained hard is steel for the moment. I opened my sassing to show the crowd the lode I had taken. Shirley leaned in placing her rim against mine and I gave her about half of what I had. I could see by the flavor in her eyes that she was both storm and pleased. James commented, I counted 14 contractions. This kid can perform.

With the closing of his third sexual climax, Robert Scott stood between my pegleg still facing all of us. His erection standing proud for a moment before beginning to subside. His swollen egg again hanging low in that smooth scrotum. His middle were still unclouded as we all admired him.

Scott's throat was covered in wetness from the kisses and lick of the missy. His chest was flushed and his low brown nipples were still erect. His penis looked swollen as the oddment of his third orgasm passed. He backed to the couch and sat down, his pegleg spread slightly as his equipment hung between them, his glob resting lightly on the fabric of the sofa.

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

"I'm not sure."he answered."I know, the intuitive feeling was indefinable, but the idea of guy cable doing that to me, ,, it took me by surprise."

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

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

I know we were all totally amazed at this kid. Here he was sitting in a room with eight former the great unwashed and he alone is totally nude and has just provided us with three howling orgasms with one or More of us taking part in all of them. Now he sits here talking with us about it, his limp prick still dripping some cum onto the fabric of the lounge, as if it was the most normal matter in the world.

"Robert Scott, how much more do you call up you can do ?"Beth asked.

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

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

"Whatever you want."

lav spoke up,"Walter Scott, would you mind me getting a good flavour at you ? I would care to hold you just a distich of hints at your grooming for an event like this, though you obviously have a really unspoilt idea what you are doing now."

Scott was subdued, but smiled at privy, nodded as he stood and walked to where John was sitting. His dong, farseeing that when he first undressed, bouncing slightly and swinging as he did so. He stopped directly in front of whoremaster, facing him and seemed not the least bit humiliated as bathroom looked. Gently, lav reached out taking Sir Walter Scott by the hips and turning him slowly. When Scott was facing away from him, and facing us, John stopped him and evaluated the horizon from the binding. Sir Walter Scott 's lower branch were covered with light brown to blond hair that got lighter in covering as it got higher. The mounds of his ass were pretty smooth with just a light amount of money of that golden pilus right at his butt fissure. John ran his manus the length of Sir Walter Scott's legs and commented,"very squeamish ”. He again took George C. Scott by the hips and turned him back around, stopping him as Scott was facing him full phase of the moon on. At that, John the Divine reached out, taking wait of George C. Scott's limber phallus and lifted it for inspection. He lightly pulled the skin of the putz forward, pulling some of Scott's pubic hair out onto the shaft.

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

Scott just nodded.

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

St. John the Apostle let go of Scott's genitalia and ran his helping hand up Robert Falcon Scott's lower stomach to just below his chest."I think you have done an mystify job here Scott. The fuzz here that you have kept is unadulterated, your chest is smooth."he said as he ran his work force over George C. Scott's pecs and pap."The hairsbreadth in your arm stone is the thoroughgoing length. I think you should continue it just as it is. The lonesome alteration I would make to your grooming is the two items I just mentioned."

With that, he milked the length of Walter Scott's penis and got a bit to a greater extent seed from him, which he quickly licked off the tip, swirled in his mouth as if he were tasting wine, and swallowed."Scott, this is not at all bitter. Very nice. I'm assuming you eat quite a bit of yield in your diet. Might I suggest pineapple for a few days before your party. Your jizz will be downright sweet for the girls. I can tell you don't smoke as well. Smoking makes your cum discernment like as ashtray. Please don't start."

Winfield Scott answered quickly,"I would never smoke. I didn't know about the ananas or I would have done that for today. I didn't know what to look here."

"Did you require this ?"John laughed.

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

Shirley was loving watching this and aegir for Thomas More. `` Scott, for not having any approximation what to gestate here today, you have certainly handled yourself well. You seem so at ease here. I 'm really impressed with how well you have interacted with the girls and even the men here this good afternoon. While you were dancing, you divided your time pretty equally with everyone in the grouping. The vernal ladies 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 routine to see what you can do. Do you call up you have another sexual climax left for us ? ``

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

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

Scott, ever the gentleman's gentleman, still nude sculpture and now flaccid and slacken, stepped between them both extending his mitt for theirs and pulled them into the midpoint of the elbow room. One of the girls found Otis Day and the knight and outcry on the phone. The charwoman both laughed and commented positively about the ***********ion of songs for this. The saltation started and Robert Falcon Scott did not disappoint, During the `` a fiddling bit lower now '' he leaned way back as if he were doing the limbo. The ladies took this clock time to reach over and rub on his stomach and breast. Possibly they may have gotten a feel of that pretty prick that was flopping around too. When that part of the strain came around again, Scott knelt down low enough that his swinging balls were seeable below his peg. Shirley took the clip to reach under his leg once and fondle them. After the Song was over, Scott turned to each of the women, pulled them in and kissed them. He was totally slacken, his member fully flaccid and the foreskin now covered the head fully. Scott was quick and flushed from the exertion, his smooth scrotum was fully relaxed and his testicles, hanging well below his penis were swinging freely.

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

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

With that, Beth and Shirley pushed Walter Scott back towards the sofa as the girls made room for him. He sat and the two women pushed him sideways until he was lying on his back, his arms above him, his beautiful pits visible and his tool 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 enjoy for a fiddling bit Robert Falcon Scott '' Beth commanded.

Beth went to work on Scott 's chest and stomach, tickling and stroking him while Shirley worked over his turncock, which, clearly, was not finished for the day. Every sentence she pulled off of Scott, we all could see how his prick was lengthening again. After various bit of this, Shirley pulled off and went for that loose scrotum, pulling each of Scott 's balls into her sass one at a metre. You could see how she was exciting Robert Scott with her tongue swirling over his man egg. Beth took the opportunity to go down on that semi erect dick and bring it to full attention. With time, they stood him again and let us all see that his asshole could still attain the loaded throbbing erections from early this afternoon.

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

Scott just smiled as she went back to work. At one period Beth had his dick buried into her mouth as she rolled his balls in her hands while Shirley licked all over his ass while stroking his back. Shirley then stood and started on his nipples, licking and biting gently while stroking his rippling tum. Beth stood, motioned for Shirley to go after that swollen genitalia while she stroked his chest and belly. Her oral fissure eventually found his and as their glossa probed one another Dred Scott 's balls pulled up one More time. Shirley pulled off Scott and let him shoot for us all to see. He had one well hefty dead reckoning that went about two ft from him and then he just sort of dribbled. There was a puddle on the storey between his feet that looked to be about a teaspoonful in loudness. As his bollock rescinded and we all admired the prospect before us, Beth commented, `` it looks like maybe you are running out Winfield Scott. It would be fun to see how long it takes you to recuperate. ``

Winfield Scott laughed, `` It 's been quite a day, for sure. 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 calendar week. I should be prepare by then. '' he laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She responded quickly, `` I have no idea what to even say. We were hoping for a flight 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 have him fucking a part of the show ? ? ? I had no idea. And not only was he leave to DO it, he can deliver the goods. Tell me, was it as enjoyable to watch as was to experience ? ``

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

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

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 dangerous action when you are commando. ``

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

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

After Sir Walter Scott had dressed, we all said our goodbyes and said how we wanted to take heed about how the party went.

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

We 'll see.

End of Chapter 1 .