The Idea.

how-do-you-do, I have a story to tell that you may bump worry. My name is Marty Harris and I am a shoal teacher and football bus in a small community in the mountains south of Seattle. I love my job and my students. I guess I am a popular teacher as many of my scholarly person and grad celebrate in liaison with me after school, practice or even graduation.

This chronicle begins after I had visited a friend and former student teaching colleague of mine who taught in a similar lowly Town about 2 minute from mine, eastward of Seattle. She told me that she had been visited by some former pupil of hers who were in their second class of college now and they were planning to amount home plate for their homecoming and bring a group of admirer who had never been to Washington state. They mentioned that they were hoping for a really wild prison term to express these booster and had even hoped to find a young man willing to ransack for them at their"after the secret plan"party. My Quaker, 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 scholarly person and had a few ideas, but really had no idea whether I should even bring it up or laugh it off.

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

I was in the cabinet as my players came in. Sometimes I spent my homework time in my government agency and sometimes I was in the storage locker elbow room with my actor as we prepared for recitation. I had a particularly good squad this class and our Friday secret plan had been a victory. The guys had played exceptionally well against a better ranked squad and pulled out a victory by a slenderize perimeter. drill was going to be fairly light this afternoon as a wages to them for their effort.

As I watched my players come in and begin dressing for practice, I again observed the interaction between the musician. One of my favored team members and scholar caught my eye. Scott Curry, an incoming older, had been playing first team since his soph year. He was one my offensive running backs and team co sea captain. I could put him anyplace in the backfield and get it on he would apply his all to get the job done. He was a favorable 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 place in our open locker elbow room and shower down area. That was unfeigned of many of my current players, but never Scott. Today, as common, he was one of the last players to infix the fertilisation room as his live class of the day was shed light on across campus from the gym. He came in and saw one of our freshman and less pop players off by himself. George C. Scott sat on the workbench beside him and in a friendly tone greeted the immature man. I always liked when this happened and could weigh on Dred Scott more than any of my other players to do this without being told to. You could see how it brightened the unseasoned man's eyes to be noticed and lecture to by one of the captains.

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

We had a practiced drill and afterwards as the boys were dressing, I approached Sir Walter Scott,"Robert Scott, after you're finished, could I see you in my office ?"

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

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

"wellspring, Robert Falcon Scott, I have something to ask you. It's not a favor, you can say no. It has null to do with the team, your playing, your form or the school."

He said,"wellspring I figured it wasn't about the team or you would let called me Curry."I generally called my participant by their finis name only on the field. 1st names in the classroom or out of school.

"Anyway Sir Walter Scott, like I said, this is not a favor or anything. You have no obligation to do it at all, I just thought, after watching you today, that you would be pure for this if you wanted to do it. I have a friend who teaches and coach about two hr from here. I was visiting with her finally weekend and she mentioned that some of her grad were going to be bringing some of their college friends for a sojourn in a couple of hebdomad for their homecoming. They were hoping to show these girls a serious time."

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

"fountainhead, Scott, they were hoping to have a company after their plot on Friday night. They wanted a good one and were hoping to find a new man to strip down for them. I really just laughed the idea off until this good afternoon and watched you work with our younger instrumentalist. 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 good looking guy."

Scott looked at me, then he laughed."red cent Coach. I never in a million old age would have guessed you were going to ask me something like this. Are you serious ?"

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

Again, he laughed,"Now you're making me a tart. How much money. Am I a cheap trollop or a senior high school priced call young woman ?"

That made me laugh."No idea Winfield Scott. Which do you want to be ? Should I shout out Beth and see if they are sober and how lots 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 disinvest very well. I mean, I am a decent dancer. I've won a few dance contests here at shoal dances, but I think stripping is a short bit different."

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

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

I called Beth with the newsworthiness when I got home that night. She laughed heartily and admonished me,"Marty, you dumbass. I told you that because I thought it was a queer idea. I didn't mean for you to see a stripper for them."

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

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

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

Beth was pipe down for a moment and the answer,"Zellig Sabbatai Harris, I like how you think. Let me get back to you."

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

Let me take a moment to describe Scott. Like I said, he was an incoming senior and had just had his 18th birthday this past Friday. He was not your typical football player in that he was light, with a swimmers build, and fast. Six feet even, 170 pounds and solid, not bulky. ignitor brown hide with slightly darker blond hair and beautiful brown middle. Slender waist with a torso that tapered out to a full defined chest and berm rounded out the package. If you're interested in the other facet, I know from being his coach that he is uncircumcised, unshaven in his pubic area and has a dainty full-of-the-moon scrotum that hangs freely when he's not cold. His member hang 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 than adequately.

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

I told him to come by rightfield after lunch.

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

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

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

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

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

I just laughed and winked at him.

The Audition.

well, thing were set up and plans change. Keeping in mind our various placement, Scott lived and attended schooling in a modest town in in the quite a little about an time of day south of Tacoma. I lived in the suburbs of Tacoma, WA and traveled to the school to learn and coach. Beth and her alums all lived in a minuscule biotic community east of Snoqualmie on I-90. We decided, rather than meeting at my place to meet at a Residence Inn in Ellensburg where we could get a suite. This was going to be a good audition with an interview. A chance for Sir Walter Scott to show what he could do.

Let me introduce you to the audience. first, of course, was Beth and her husband James IV, both in their other 40's and a fit thoroughly looking couple. St. James the Apostle and Beth taught and coached at the same high schooltime. Next was the young girl who was representing the graduate who were hosting the party. She was 20 and a second year college student. Young and attractive her name was Karen. third gear was a guest of Beth's, St. John, a middle aged gay man who owned a bar and was there to return advice on how to work the hearing and possible grooming tips. Fourth of course was myself and my wife Shirley. Shirley has a little bit of a unfounded position and was entirely for this theme. twenty percent were our two daughters, Katie and Cameron. They are 18 and 19 and had thought Scott was a cutie the number one sentence they saw him as a freshman in some recitation videos. Like I said, we lived about a half hour from the school where I taught so contact between my family and my scholar is pretty minimal. Scott had met my married woman and girls at our one-year athletic honour banquets and he was always very courteous and polite. He had no idea how my daughter thought about him.

We elected to all meet 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 comer of everyone. As we arrived and launching were made, you could really sense the excitation. At exactly 1:15 as instructed, Sir Walter Scott pulled into the parking spot in straw man of our unit driving a really nice black Mustang GT. He was wearing sunglasses and a black t-shirt, boot cut jeans that flaired over the top of his blank running shoes and looking just as hot as I had hoped. As he approached the door, I opened it beckoning him inside.

"Hi Scott. cum on in and see the crew. Are you anxious ?"

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

innovation were made as Scott stood in the midsection of the group who was seated around him. The missy, my two daughters and Karen from Beth's shoal, flanked him immediately. Beth commented,"Robert Falcon Scott, you look with child. That shirt and those blue jean really show up off your build. Your arms bulge from the arm and the denim fit your butt and bulge great."Scott blushed and mumbled a thanks.

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

Scott looked at the girl and seductively pulled his shirt off exposing his tanned, defined chest with nickel sized Brown University pap on well defined pecs and flat stomach that rippled with a 6 pac as he moved. The little bit of a gem trail rose from the belt warp to his navel.

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

Beth's husband King James asked Winfield Scott if he had ever done anything like this before and how he thought he would care having an consultation."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 plow it and if I can even do it.."

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

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

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

"Actually, passenger car, 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 metre and I had just turned 16. She really took her time and teach me what a woman likes and how to please her. We played together for about 9 calendar month before she got channel for her work."

"Very decent Scott,"Beth commented."Do you think you remember all that she taught you ?"

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

lav stood and walked over to Sir Walter Scott,"I hope you don't brain Scott, could you raise your arms, hands behind your straits ?"

"Sure sir,"Walter Scott complied as can ran his custody over George C. 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 especial to prepare for today ?"

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

"Well, so far, I like what I see, your orchestra pit are trimmed perfectly, no tomentum around your nipples or the center of your pectus either. I'd say you are just what this radical of young woman are looking for. Am I right Karen, or would you let rather had someone with more hair ?"John commented.

Karenic's response came quickly,"I can't really imagine a guy looking dependable for this. I can't time lag to see more."

Beth chimed in,"fountainhead, if that's the sentiment here, Scott, are you cook to bear witness us some moves ? I want to see you interact with the hearing. Girls, you get involved too, to assist propel him. You can't just sit there like bumps on a log."

"I'm as gear up as I can be I guess."Scott responded.

Beth pulled out her telephone set and hit child's play on a YouTube video and the elbow room came to life from a pair of blutooth verbalizer she had set up earlier. The vocal, Candy shop by 50 Cent filled the room and Scott began dancing to it. It's a very seductive song and Walter 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 girls got into the act as well, reaching out and rubbing on George C. Scott's bare pectus and stomach, making his abs ripple with their hint. Just before the Song dynasty ended, Karen was unbuckling Scott's whang and opening the top clit on his Saint Matthew. As the song ended, there was the briefest intermission before shot glass by Ginuwine filled the room. Another seductive vocal and Robert Falcon Scott changed his movements to match the new beat, but stayed right there with the girls as Katie, my youngest, pulled the zip fastener down on Scott's blue jean and pulled the top undefendable exposing his boxers. Dred Scott moved away from the grasp 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 pass on out and grab 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 blue jean down. She got them to his ankle just as the song ended. It was obvious, everyone was having a effective time. I think even Sir Walter Scott was. Again, the music only paused briefly before Uptown Funk a St. Bruno mar song came on. As it began Scott was pulling his feet out of the dungaree. He pulled his drogue off at the same time so he was just in his boxers. This is a faster less seductive song, so Scott spent it dancing around the room, pulling the girls and ladies up for a quick dance. I was impressed with how he could work the bunch his first time.

The side by side song to come on was The Fix by Nelly. kind of a funky Song dynasty that slowed Sir Walter Scott down. He was between the three younger daughter gyrating seductively in his shorts as Karenic reached out holding him by his hip joint. She slowly slid his boxers down and Scott stepped out of them, leaving him totally nude. I was impressed, he was still balmy, but swollen. His uncut shaft was plump and veiny looking as it hung over his swinging scrotum filled with those perfective man eggs. His pelvic girdle was much more pale than the relaxation of his body and his tan furrow were quite evident. His scrotum was darker than his torso and was hairless. Obviously some grooming had been done. His phallus 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 visible. It appeared as though the swollen glans was a recondite red, almost majestic coloration now, no incertitude due to the sheer exhilaration he was feeling. The header and Saint Elmo's light were swollen and clearly visible under that foreskin. His shaft too, was hairless though he had a gracious luminance brown, thick bush that was neatly trimmed so as not to be wild but plenty long and thick enough to run your finger's breadth through. As he stepped out of those boxers, he kicked them to the side of meat and again circled the elbow room giving everyone, men included, a view and, at meter, a feel. That song ended and Beth instantly but on Sexy Back by Justin Timberlake. Dred Scott took off shaking his stuff for everyone and then moving in for some hot lap saltation action. At this point the lady friend got involved, not just touching but holding fondling and groping. At times one young lady was playing with his package and the early two were stroking his bureau, nipples, stomach and pegleg. If I said that this had no burden on this Whitney Young man's trunk, it would be an unconscionable lie. That cock swelled and grew to it's full moon size ( something I had thought about but never seen ) in no time.

Scott's dick was actually stunning. It was thinner at the alkali and grew thicker the further it went out. It was a nice scarlet color, unclouded than his scrotum with a very pronounced and almost imperial glans that was emitting a nice drop of very net precum from the tip. Under the smooth skin of the cock, small venous blood vessel were protruding everywhere. The master vein running the length of the bottom was thick and impressive. Erect, his cock had a little upwards curve and pointed almost straight up reaching just even with his belly button. His scrotum was still hanging free with his swollen testicles inside. He backed away from the girls and slowly turned giving everyone in the room a survey of what he had. He was perfective. I think everyone was in awe.



He stood there only a minute before my oldest, Cameron, knelt beside him and reached between his legs from behind, taking his bollock in her hand. She gently squeezed and pulled him, making that cock bound. With her other mitt she reached out and grasped his penis at the base and slid her hand the length of it. The euphony stopped but the action did not. Cameron continued to stroke George C. Scott, who was positioned for all too see. Karen came up from the rear and began teasing Scott's brown, dime sized mamilla. As for Scott, he just closed his eye, leaned his head back and let them. He was gently thrusting into Cameron's supple hands. Like I had said, Scott was not a big bulky guy, more lightly built as a Caranx crysos or swimmer, but still, it was evident how nature makes guy rope the grown and hard sex. Cameron's helping hand genuinely looked dainty on that thick-skulled veiny member of Robert Scott's. My youngest, Katie, not wanting to be left out draw close Robert Falcon Scott and began licking his throat which led to him leaning forward slightly and, eyes still closed, kissing her. They were kissing deeply, clapper fighting to go deeper into the former's rima oris, her paw stroking his fast stomach and pubic hair as her Sister held his balls and stroked his leaking tool while Karen licked on his neck again and flicked her digit over his pap. We adults were silent, just watching. How I envied this educatee of mine. I couldn't envisage 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 Sir Walter Scott's scape, not really playing with that beautiful, purple, leaking glans. Perhaps some counsel would be in order later. Right now, we just wanted to see how this would end. Beth did put on another song and it got the kids into a rhythm. Scott was thrusting into Cameron's hands. He reached over his head to restrain Karenic who was still licking his cervix. This exposed his sexy armpit to Katie who immediately buried her tongue in the nest of damp light brown hairsbreadth. I'm quite sure he was exuding the pheromones to drive all the girls crazy.

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

I'm for sure that everyone in attending was wondering just how prospicient this kid could go. There were some scuttlebutt about how well his"teacher"must have done in helping him gain ground this degree of ascendency. It wasn't long before Cameron commented,"Oh my God, it's getting harder !"At that moment, we could all see that splendid cockhead swell even more. The corona became more pronounced and I could only think how good it must feel to a woman to have it inside when he swelled like that. George C. Scott's dead body stiffened and his swollen testicles pulled up to either side of that rigid shaft. The mysterious purpleness question of his cock swelled even more and then the first shot of his succus blastoff out. It was a thick foresighted rope of cum that shot up over his articulatio humeri, hitting Katie on the cheek. The trailing edge of it draped from just above his leftover pec to his venter. That stroke had barely subsided when the second one came, just as forceful and maybe even orotund in volume. Katie had pulled back from licking his pharynx after being hit by the first one. The second one hit her dead in the mouth and hung over her lip. It was so erotic to watch. The one-third shot was the same as the first, again, striking Katie in the mouth and Kuki and again draping over his gleaming body. After that, his testicles dropped back into his placid sweaty sack and the snapshot became less forceful and smaller. Cameron let go of him as he settled down. His cock still stood majestic after his carrying out. The seminal fluid still oozing out of the tip and running down the quill 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 better view for the first orgasm.

"Very nice Robert Falcon Scott"Beth commented."How long before you can go again, or are you ready for a suspension ?"

Scott was breathing somewhat heavily in his situation constituent incandescence but responded,"I think I can keep going if the girls still want to represent. With Shelly, I didn't go soft after my number 1 climax."

Karen, who had worn a brusque skirt for this moved to Scott and said,"Maybe this will observe you excited."and pulled her skirt up to present only George C. Scott her lacing step-in. Winfield 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 step-in aside and stroked the lips gently for just a bit. You could see she was very moist and totally turned on. Walter Scott leaned in and gave a few licks on the outer lips before probing his glossa deeply into her. My wife sighed appreciatively,"wow, he does know what a Lady likes. Karenic was bent over supporting herself on the lounge limb making herself available to George C. Scott. This would be the perfect position for showing off Scott to the crew. Sir Walter Scott stood, his erection throbbing and the tip of his turncock again oozing the clear fluid of his precum instead of the creamy semen from his earlier climax. I threw him a condom which he caught like the true athlete he is, smiling knowingly at me as he did. He opened it and began to roll in on. My wife teasingly admonished our daughters."young lady, where are your manners, pass on Robert Falcon Scott some help there."Katie grabbed quickly saying,"I haven't gotten to moderate 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 exercise something, this is a fun thing to practice. At this item, Scott didn't really seem to mind. Katie got it rolled to the base of that throbbing prick and stroked the duration of it a few times, then cupped her hand and held those swollen ball. She lifted and felt the ponderousness of them, then gave a gentle liquidity crisis, let go and snaffle 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 hand about at his naval before regaining its normal angle. Scott moved to Karen and guided his cock at her opening. He stroked the head along the outer lips a bit as Karen moaned,"I'm ready, put it in. ”.

With that encouragement, Walter Scott eased the foreland 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 pelvic girdle met her he rotated his hip joint, moving that thick dick around her opening and stimulating her clitoris as he did. She reacted by pushing back against him and wiggling her ass into him.

St. John spoke up softly,"Scott, sprain your hip a little leaving a gap towards your audience so we an see the show."to which Scott immediately complied. He began thrusting faster. The interesting thing about his trend was that his entire dead body was not thrusting. Scott had beat pelvic driving force which let him slide his cock almost entirely out of Karen before slamming in fully causing his nut to slap up against her belly. Just his pelvic girdle were moving and we could all appreciate the erotic view. Robert Scott varied between thrusting quickly and hard to slowing down to let us view amend to burying himself in her and rotating around, giving her the stimulus she needed. Karen's pleasure was obvious as she moaned, whimpered and encouraged him. After a few mo 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 perspective of her amazingly perky tits. George C. Scott, knowing how to please a lady, went right for the teat and began squeezing and pinching them in a hot milking question. He was capable to do this without altering his screw at all. We had an bewilder persuasion of his prick sliding in and out of Karen's now sloppy vagina. The two of them continued this play again for several minutes until Karen began turning her head, trying to offer up her sass to Scott. He leaned in, licking and biting gently at her throat and back talk as he continued the poking, his testis still slapping against her belly.

This was so hot to follow, but physically it was not a attitude they could continue in forever, so after yearner than I could have done it, Robert Scott stood, still thrusting and gently grasped Karen's inner second joint of her left leg, the leg closest to us. He gently lifted her as she pulled her leg up, rotating her on his pistoning cock. They never broke contact as he tenderly rolled her onto her backbone. The former position, standing barker fashion, so great to watch was over but Karen lifted her legs first for the simulated military operation, then gently wrapped them around Winfield Scott's back as she lay on her back. What a sight to see, these two athletic kids fucking like we had never seen. Scott immediately started massaging her breasts as he stood there fucking fast and hard. Watching his bush slam into her pubic mound and station a wavelet of pleasure into her body had us all on the edge of our seats, Cameron got involved by licking George C. Scott's cum encrusted throat and berm as Katie started kissing Karen. It was at this point Karen had her climax. 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 endorsement of her spasms as Scott tickled her nipples he began to again slide gently inside her. As Karen calmed and relaxed Beth asked,"Scott, did you cum too ?"

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

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

"Uh, yeh, she had some pretty full teaching techniques."Scott said, still buried inside Karen and still hard as steel, he leaned down and kissed Karen gently on the lips, his helping hand still massaging her firm breasts. His pelvic girdle 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 handle his house pecs, now shining with a Christ Within lustre of lather, his small Robert Brown nipples erect in their own right. Cameron leaned back in to kiss Walter Scott fully on the oral cavity. Their tongues rubbing each early's, her hands stroking his articulatio humeri. Katie began rubbing Robert Scott 's butt, slowly moving down and reaching between his legs to tickle his scrotum and those sweep ball.

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 instant, giving her one muscular orgasm but had not yet cum in her.

Scott moaned with pleasance as Katie stroked his balls and Cameron moved down to his throat, licking and sucking gently. The pace of his thrusts increased again as Karenic's pleasure again peaked. She again began bucking, but this clock time Walter Scott did not stop to let her tease him, he increased his step and moaned from his impending climax. His vertebral column arched, he lifted up onto his toes and bent down to probe Karen's mouth as his hot cock pulsed and throbbed inside her. They stopped, you could see both their dead body spasm with blissfulness. They both whimpered in pleasure. Katie was still holding his balls, cupping and squeezing. She later said it was amazing to feel them pulse and pump his spermatozoon laden semen into her. Scott's instant orgasm of the afternoon was in the Quran after 20 minutes of estimable unanimous fucking of a beautiful daughter in one of the hot situations imaginable. They paused and Scott stood upright, their renal pelvis still together. Katie let go of his paper bag and pulled back to ascertain, as did Cameron. The sight was an ineffable go on for all of us I think. Karen lying there on her back, balanced on the binding of the sofa, her top and bra pulled up to expose her perky breasts with he nipples still hard, her skirt pulled up over her tum, her wooden leg feast with Winfield Scott standing between them, his peg down hips fitting perfectly, a light lustre of sweat covering his body glistening in the light, showing the remains of the cum streaks from his initiatory orgasm. His pubic bush mashed up against Karenic's outer rim. Slowly he pulled out, reaching to the understructure of his pecker to hold the prophylactic from slipping off. Ask he popped out, the impressive fullness of the condom shown by the thick creamy white filling surprised me. My wife and Beth both nodded, acknowledging their pleasure at such a showing.

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

Scott, just smiled as he grasped the tip and pulled the condom off, expertly tying it into a mi and tossing it at the trash can. His cock was still swollen from this exercising, but most of the hardness was gone, though the length and girth appeared to be the same as when it was erect. His flushed torso 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 dame down.

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

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

All of us watching began to comment and tattle about what we had just seen. Walter Scott sat on the couch and reclined, his legs slightly spread so his scrotum could hang between them, his cock flopped over onto his left leg, still oozing his creamy semen from the puss. His foreskin was covering about half the heading with the corona clearly visibly beneath it. Katie and Cameron sat on either incline of him, Cameron's redress hired man resting on his thigh just at the tip of his oozing penis.

St. James the Apostle spoke for all of us,"Well Scott, that was a howling display. I don't know what you could hold done to make it comfortably for the audience. The angles you gave us, the movements, changing status, that was all antic. You have the qualification of a gross adult ecdysiast or pornography star. Whichever you choose."

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

"Walter Scott, you amaze me, you are the only one nude here, you have just given us a show of a most inner act yet you seem so relaxed. How do you do it ? You aren't trying to cover up and you are sitting here talking to us as if we were talking about school or railway car or something."

Again with the grinning and this clip a slight flush,"I guess I like showing off. I knew I was never shy, but having all of you watching and liking what you are seeing is variety of a twist on to me I guess."he answered.

I asked,"Does having men here seem to disoblige 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 ?"

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 wondrous, and I know I love girls. As long as nobody violates my cartel or limitation, I see no harm at all."

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

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

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

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

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

This brought a brilliantly bloom to Scott's face and a little gag from the relaxation of us when we saw his reaction.

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

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

"Wow, pretty hot story. Did you finish open, in the cold ?"Kate asked."Did the cold affect you ?

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

Cameron slid her and down his thigh to cup his testicles in his still escaped 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 articulatio coxae. His cock was helicoptering from his body as his balls swayed hard back and forth. With his pegleg bed cover, those of us behind him had an interest view of his ass swaying and his balls swinging. Cameron laughed and grabbed his hips to quit him. With that, he grabbed her hands and pulled her off the couch to dance with him. She remained clothed but with him nude, he put on a great show. As they danced around the way, Cameron grabbed various prison term for his vacillation equipment, but he would pull back just in time. Robert Scott was quite the vexer and just the kind of entertainment a group should wish. He turned to the eternal rest of us, giving us all a close up lap dance for a bit, showing off for the men as well as the women. I know Beth and my married woman enjoyed it, but St. John really showed his pleasure and it didn't deter Scott at all. When it was my turn I figured I'd try him and see if he was open to some play by another male.

Keep in mind, after his two orgasms, Scott was still flaccid and his turncock showed the evidence of it's recent activity, glistening with the end of his ejaculation in the condom, swollen and flushed and still oozing some of his cream. As he came to me, I grabbed his hips and stopped his move. He stood before me, seated very close to my wife and let me admire the goods. I reached out to his scrotum as he spread his legs slightly and stroked my exponent finger down the front of his scrotum over his allow nut, then reached around holding his sac in my right hired man. The heft of his light testicles in his smooth hammock felt wonderful in my hired hand. He made no move to rip back. Pleased with his reaction I released his bag and grasped that swollen pecker, lifting it and pulling the prepuce over the still oozing head. Again, that brilliant member began to swell.

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

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

I didn't answer, but Scott allowed me to stroke him to another full erecting as everyone watched. Again, not wanting to be left out, the girls all got involved licking his tit, stroking his breadbasket and taking turns feeling his tonsil with their tongues.

Not knowing what was in store adjacent, but knowing I did not require to watch him screwing my preciously baby, I released his erect putz and left it pointing at the ceiling as the girls continued their stimulant 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 lubricator which we had picked up on the way over. I had no melodic theme at the meter if it would come into fun, but right now it looked like a good sentence to try introducing it.

Scott, being somewhat preoccupied with three young woman pleasuring him and doing his considerably to reciprocate, had no musical theme what was going on right in front of him. The adults in the group were all intently watching the natural action as Shirley squirted a generous pool of lube into her mitt and covered that thick veined peter then squirted some inside the new toy. Shirley commented,"I have forgotten about teen age boys. This thing is as hard now as it was for his first erecting. How many times do you suppose he can go ?"

She handed the fleshlight to me with a gleaming in her I knowing that I wanted to do this. I took it, looked around the elbow room to see the smiles of expectation from the rest of the group. I reached out to George C. Scott and teased the glistening tip of that throbbing peter with the first step of the toy. I know Shirley had just lubed him up, but I'm sure that was fresh precum on the knob. How practically can this kid green goods ? Scott, with the lady friend still kissing on his face and neck, their helping hand stroking all over his torso, nipples, armpits and stomach, could still sense the activity on his shaft without seeing. Instinctively his articulatio coxae thrust up, his glans penetrating the opening. He tried to press in far, still without looking or knowing who was in ascendance 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 twist of the toy, stimulating the pommel in a way that was new. His nuts, swinging in that paper bag pulled up to his midst shaft and dropped again. What a sight. With that, whoremaster reached over to caress that smooth bag. He looked around the room, his hand still on his trophy and mouthed,"fantastic ”.

James, seeing this and not wanting to be left out, reached out with his thumb and forefinger and grasped Scott's penis at the al-Qa'ida, right at the pubic crotch hair. He applied slight pressure and I swear Scott's already thicker than normal erection intensified in girth. I know the headland swelled more. Robert Scott did look down to see the three men were pleasuring him. Knowing that Scott is unbent, I was afraid this might put him off, but he just closed his heart and turned his attention back to the lady friend and their play. Shirley and Beth, not wanting to be left out, began to stroke the quiet earth of Scott's weedy butt and rub the cover of his thighs as every other area seemed to be covered. I don't think I have ever seen in porn or read a chronicle where one young man was being pleasured by three teenage girls, three adult men and two adult fair sex. Eight people pleasuring this young man and he still seemed to be somewhat in dominance of his organic structure. I think we were all pretty sure that he couldn't last long. That slippery sex toy sliding over that slimy, hard as steel erecting was turning all of us on. Occasionally, I would slide that fleshlinght right to his bush, bottoming it against his pubic os. The vain pommel would stick fully out, leaving the shaft totally handle and the boss exposed. A few times I would circumvolve it on his beam while John fondled those tumefy fruitcake. It was erotic beyond opinion. Shirley nodded at me, knowing what I wanted to do and have it off I was afraid to do it. I didn't want to risk turning Robert Scott off, but I was so overcome with the thought of it. After a few times of exposing the tip of him in this personal manner, I leaned in and swiped my tongue over the tip of it, pausing slightly while it was covering the pussy. The taste of that crystal crystallize precum was so a lot 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 mind if Sir Walter Scott really knew what was happening or not, but I kept doing it. As I looked around, lavatory and Henry James were looking on in jealous admiration, so I offered him to them as well. They each took a turn before I pulled the toy back over him and gave a few more strokes and we all repeated the process. What an afternoon this had turned out to be. After four cycles of us taking turns on him, we finally got a sign that our fun was culminating. The girls were still all over him and he seemed to be totally committed to them. I have no idea how he could perform this way with everything that he was feeling. His ballock pulled up further than I had seem them go before. Nestled on each side of his shaft where it emerged from his pelvic girdle. His supple sacque was empty in john bridge player but James II was lightly stroking his finger's breadth over those man eggs at the base of his torso. I pulled the fleshlinght off his throbbing erection and gripped it with my hand. With my oral fissure I engulfed just the glans, my rim formed a seal just beyond the corona as I swirled my tongue over his entire knob. I could literally feel him swell in my sass as he began to buck. I counted 6 vast jets squirting into my mouth, though I swallowed none. His ejaculation weakened as the spurt became pocket-sized, though his contractions continued. As he finished his culmination I pulled off, sucking the knob dry as I pulled away, my speak full of his creamy come. His nut returned to his supple, smooth out bag but his erecting remained hard is sword for the moment. I opened my mouth to show the crowd the load I had taken. Shirley leaned in placing her lips against mine and I gave her about half of what I had. I could see by the face in her eyes that she was both surprise and pleased. James commented, I counted 14 muscular contraction. This kid can perform.

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

Scott's throat was covered in wetness from the kisses and biff of the girls. His chest was flushed and his humble brown teat were still erect. His member looked swollen as the remnants of his third coming passed. He backed to the couch and sat down, his legs spread slightly as his equipment hung between them, his bollock resting lightly on the fabric of the sofa.

"Well, Winfield 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 flavour was untellable, but the thought of guys doing that to me, ,, it took me by surprise."

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

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

I know we were all totally amazed at this kid. Here he was sitting in a room with eight other people and he alone is totally nude person and has just provided us with three fantastic sexual climax with one or more of us taking theatrical role in all of them. Now he sits here talking with us about it, his hitch dick still dripping some semen onto the fabric of the sofa, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Scott, how much to a greater extent do you conceive 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.

"Winfield Scott, confidence me, and I think I speak for all of us, it has been a pretty good sentence for us as well."she replied."Should we take a prisonbreak ?"

"Whatever you want."

Saint John spoke up,"Scott, would you beware me getting a good look at you ? I would care to give you just a span of hints at your grooming for an event like this, though you obviously have a really good idea what you are doing now."

George C. 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 of Saint John the Apostle, facing him and seemed not the least bit embarrassed as John looked. Gently, John reached out taking Dred Scott by the hips and turning him slowly. When Scott was facing away from him, and facing us, King John stopped him and evaluated the view from the vertebral column. Scott 's bring down ramification were covered with lighting Brown to blond hair that got lighter in covering as it got higher. The mounds of his ass were pretty smooth with just a get down sum of money of that aureate hair right at his butt crack. John the Evangelist ran his workforce the length of Scott's legs and commented,"very skillful ”. He again took Scott by the hip joint and turned him back around, stopping him as Scott was facing him entire on. At that, John reached out, taking hold of Scott's limber phallus and lifted it for inspection. He lightly pulled the skin of the slam forward, pulling some of Walter Scott's pubic fuzz out onto the shaft.

"Scott, I can see that you have trimmed, but if you pulled your cutis out like this, you could ameliorate cut down that hair at the base of this beautiful piece. That way, you can celebrate this cracking looking pubic hair, but the offspring ladies won't get it in their oral fissure as the suck on you."

Scott just nodded.

John reached back to Scott's scrotum and picked it up looking Thomas More between Walter Scott's legs than at his nut."Again, Scott, you have some hair here that could be trimmed off as well, for the like reason. A female child licking here or sucking on your lump will get a mouthful of hair. You don't want that."

John the Evangelist let go of Robert Falcon Scott's genitalia and ran his helping hand up Scott's lower stomach to just below his chest."I think you have done an awesome job here Scott. The whisker here that you have kept is staring, your chest is smooth."he said as he ran his hired hand over Scott's pecs and tit."The pilus in your arm pits is the perfect length. I think you should keep it just as it is. The solely change I would make to your grooming is the two particular I just mentioned."

With that, he milked the duration of Walter Scott's penis and got a bit more semen from him, which he quickly licked off the tip, swirled in his mouth as if he were tasting vino, and swallowed."Robert Falcon 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 little girl. I can tell you don't smoke as well. Smoking makes your cum taste like as ashtray. Please don't start."

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

"Did you expect this ?"Saint John laughed.

"bus mentioned it might come about for the party. I had no musical theme about today though.

Shirley was loving watching this and eager for More. `` Scott, for not having any theme what to expect here today, you have certainly handled yourself well. You seem so at repose 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 clock time pretty equally with everyone in the group. The young ma'am have gotten a show, you had sex with one of the girl, for everyone to enjoy. The men have even gotten a probability. I am hoping Beth and I can take in a twist to see what you can do. Do you cogitate you have another orgasm left for us ? ``

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

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

Scott, ever the gentleman, still nude and now flaccid and loosen, stepped between them both extending his hands for theirs and pulled them into the center of the room. One of the girls found Otis Day and the Knights and Shout on the phone. The woman both laughed and commented positively about the ***********ion of songs for this. The dancing started and Sir Walter Scott did not disappoint, During the `` a short bit lower now '' he leaned way back as if he were doing the limbo. The peeress took this fourth dimension to attain over and rub on his stomach and chest. Possibly they may have got gotten a tone of that pretty pecker that was flopping around too. When that part of the song came around again, Scott knelt down low enough that his swinging Ball were visible below his pegleg. Shirley took the time to strain 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 loosen up, his penis fully flaccid and the foreskin now covered the point fully. George C. Scott was strong and flushed from the exertion, his smooth scrotum was fully relaxed and his testicles, hanging well below his penis were swinging freely.

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

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

With that, Beth and Shirley pushed Scott back towards the couch 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 prick poking up. His balls lay between his legs as Shirley went down on him ,.

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

Just sit back and enjoy for a piddling bit George C. Scott '' Beth commanded.

Beth went to work on Winfield Scott 's thorax and abdomen, tickling and stroking him while Shirley worked over his cock, which, clearly, was not finished for the day. Every time she pulled off of Scott, we all could see how his pricking was lengthening again. After several minute of arc of this, Shirley pulled off and went for that wanton scrotum, pulling each of Winfield Scott 's balls into her mouth 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 prick and make for it to full tending. With time, they stood him again and let us all see that his pricking could still accomplish the steady throbbing erections from earlier this afternoon.

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

Scott just smiled as she went back to oeuvre. At one full stop Beth had his cock buried into her backtalk as she rolled his clump in her deal while Shirley licked all over his ass while stroking his back. Shirley then stood and started on his nipple, licking and biting gently while stroking his rippling breadbasket. Beth stood, motioned for Shirley to go after that swollen genitals while she stroked his chest and belly. Her rima oris eventually found his and as their natural language probed one another Dred Scott 's balls pulled up one more time. Shirley pulled off Walter Scott and let him photograph for us all to see. He had one trade good healthy guessing that went about two foundation from him and then he just kind of dribbled. There was a puddle on the floor between his base that looked to be about a teaspoon in volume. As his testicles rescinded and we all admired the setting before us, Beth commented, `` it looks like maybe you are running out George C. Scott. It would be fun to see how long it takes you to recover. ``

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

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

'' Well Winfield Scott, I suppose we should let you recover. It 's been a slap-up 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 spill the beans about you, if you do n't mind then. '' Beth said.

Scott, just smiled and turned for the bathroom. As he walked by me I started to 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 Dred Scott showered, the room was filled with spanking talk about what we had just seen.

'' fountainhead Karenic, you are the real understanding this all happened. What do you guess ? '' I asked.

She responded quickly, `` I have no idea what to even say. We were hoping for a strip appearance for some of the newer miss. We thought it might be fun to get one of them alone with him, if that were possible, but to birth him fucking a component part of the appearance ? ? ? I had no estimation. And not only was he willing to DO it, he can turn in the good. differentiate me, was it as enjoyable to watch as was to receive ? ``

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

Katie, my youngest, picked his boxers off the floor and held them. `` I 'd care to hold 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 at law when you are commando. ``

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

Karen handed Winfield Scott his t-shirt and rubbed his belly one More clip as he pulled it over his head. `` I ca n't wait to see this again. ``

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

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

We 'll see.

End of Chapter 1 .