The Idea.

Hello, I have a story to secern that you may happen worry. My public figure is Marty Harris and I am a school teacher and football game carriage in a small-scale community in the mint south of Seattle. I love my job and my educatee. I guess I am a popular teacher as many of my students and alums keep in impinging with me after school, practice or even graduation.

This story begins after I had visited a acquaintance and onetime student teaching colleague of mine who taught in a similar small Ithiel Town about 2 hours from mine, east of Seattle. She told me that she had been visited by some sometime scholarly person of hers who were in their second year of college now and they were planning to arrive home for their return and bring a group of friends who had never been to Washington state. They mentioned that they were hoping for a really wild meter to prove these ally and had even hoped to come up a young man willing to strip for them at their"after the biz"political party. My protagonist, Beth Manning, and I laughed it off and thought how much more exceed these girl were than we were when each of us was in college.

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

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

I was in the locker as my instrumentalist came in. Sometimes I spent my prep time in my office and sometimes I was in the locker room with my players as we prepared for practice session. I had a particularly good team this year and our Fri game had been a victory. The guys had played exceptionally well against a estimable ranked team and pulled out a triumph by a slenderize margin. Practice was going to be fairly low-cal this afternoon as a reward to them for their effort.

As I watched my thespian come in and begin dressing for practice, I again observed the interaction between the thespian. One of my best-loved team members and scholar caught my eye. Scott Curry, an incoming elderly, had been playing first team since his sophomore yr. He was one my offensive running backs and squad co master. I could put him anyplace in the backfield and bang he would feed his all to get the job done. He was a well-disposed kid who was always willing to help oneself out. Today was no exception. Normally, any team has a definite hierarchy with the senior role player picking out specific spotlight in our open up locker room and rain shower area. That was honest of many of my flow player, but never Scott. Today, as common, he was one of the shoemaker's last players to enter the binding way as his last class of the day was net across campus from the gym. He came in and saw one of our starter and LE popular actor off by himself. Robert Scott sat on the bench beside him and in a favorable flavor greeted the Danton True Young man. I always liked when this happened and could depend on Scott more than any of my other thespian to do this without being told to. You could see how it brightened the young man's oculus to be noticed and talk of the town to by one of the police captain.

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

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

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

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

"Well, Scott, I have something to ask you. It's not a favour, you can say no. It has zippo to do with the team, your playing, your ground level 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 instrumentalist by their endure names only on the bailiwick. First public figure in the classroom or out of school.

"Anyway Scott, like I said, this is not a favor or anything. You have no debt instrument to do it at all, I just thought, after watching you today, that you would be perfect for this if you wanted to do it. I have a Friend who teaches and carriage about two hours from here. I was visiting with her last weekend and she mentioned that some of her grad were going to be bringing some of their college friends for a visit in a couplet of workweek for their homecoming. They were hoping to show these young woman a soundly time."

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

"wellspring, George C. Scott, they were hoping to have a company after their plot on Friday night. They wanted a safe one and were hoping to observe a Pres Young man to strip for them. I really just laughed the mind off until this afternoon and watched you work with our young thespian. Your helpful position and willingness to turn over any job everything you have makes you perfect. Also, if you hadn't noticed, you are one hell of a serious looking guy."

Scott looked at me, then he laughed."Damn charabanc. I never in a million old age would birth guessed you were going to ask me something like this. Are you unplayful ?"

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

Again, he laughed,"Now you're making me a cyprian. How lots money. Am I a inexpensive slut or a high priced vociferation missy ?"

That made me laugh."No idea Scott. Which do you want to be ? Should I call up Beth and see if they are serious and how often they are bequeath to expend ?"

"No, I don't think I want to screw. Honestly, I am not shy. I like showing off. I might do it, but I don't even know if I can strip very well. I mean, I am a decent social dancer. I've won a few dance contests here at schoolhouse dances, but I think stripping is a little bit different."

"Well, you have almost three calendar week to practice."I laughed."is it OK if I call Beth and state 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 home that night. She laughed heartily and admonished me,"Marty, you dumbass. I told you that because I thought it was a funny melodic theme. I didn't mean for you to find a sprigger for them."

"I know."I told her,"I took it that way too, but watching Sir Walter Scott interact with histrion today, the idea just hit me. Do you want to go on with it or do you think it's a pillock 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 affair. Robert Scott isn't sure of his ability to do a effective stripping presentation. Perhaps you'd like to come over and propose some preshow advice."

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

On Wed I had the answer. The young woman were definitely matter to. They had up to $ 500 to pay if needed and Beth was all for viewing a practice seance. We set up to do that Saturday good afternoon at my station. I would let Scott know.

Let me get hold of a moment to trace Walter Scott. Like I said, he was an ingress older and had just had his eighteenth natal day this past Friday. He was not your typical football actor in that he was light, with a swimmers build, and fast. Six feet even, 170 pounds and solid, not bulky. Light brown pelt with slightly darker blonde hair and beautiful brown middle. Slender waist with a torso that tapered out to a all-inclusive defined dresser and shoulder rounded out the package. If you're matter to in the former facet, I know from being his coach that he is uncircumcised, unshaven in his pubic arena and has a nice to the full scrotum that hangs freely when he's not cold. His member hangs nicely over that scrotum with the tip just visible out the foreskin. I have not seen him erect, but I am trusted it performs more than adequately.

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

I told him to come by right field after lunch.

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

"Well, I am for sure they'd at the very least 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 hard and fucking in pretty short order."

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

I just laughed and winked at him.

The Audition.

wellspring, thing were set up and plan change. Keeping in mind our versatile locations, Winfield Scott lived and attended schoolhouse in a small township in in the sight about an hour S of Tacoma. I lived in the suburbs of Tacoma, WA and traveled to the school to instruct and coach. Beth and her alums all lived in a small-scale community east of Snoqualmie on I-90. We decided, rather than group meeting at my place to run across at a manse Inn in Ellensburg where we could get a entourage. This was going to be a good tryout with an audience. A fortune for Scott to record what he could do.

Let me introduce you to the audience. start, of track, was Beth and her husband James River, both in their early 40's and a fit good looking couple. Henry James and Beth taught and coached at the same high school. Next was the Lester Willis Young fille who was representing the ammonium alum who were hosting the political party. She was 20 and a sec year college scholarly person. Brigham Young and attractive her name was Karenic. Third was a guest of Beth's, John, a middle aged gay man who owned a bar and was there to collapse advice on how to exercise the audience and possible grooming point. Fourth of course was myself and my wife Shirley. Shirley has a little bit of a wild English and was entirely for this melodic theme. Fifth were our two daughters, Katie and Cameron. They are 18 and 19 and had thought Winfield Scott was a cutie the commencement time 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 crime syndicate and my students is moderately minimal. Winfield Scott had met my wife and girls at our annual acrobatic honor banquets and he was always very gracious and genteel. He had no approximation how my daughter thought about him.

We elected to all sports meeting at the suite at 1 with Scott showing up later. It would seem LE awkward for him if he didn't have to sit through the reaching of everyone. As we arrived and founding were made, you could really sense the excitation. At exactly 1:15 as instructed, Scott pulled into the parking dapple in front of our building block driving a really skillful black Mustang GT. He was wearing sunglass and a inkiness tee shirt, boot cut jeans that flaired over the top of his blank running play shoes and looking just as hot as I had hoped. As he approached the room access, I opened it beckoning him inside.

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

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

instauration were made as Scott stood in the middle of the group who was seated around him. The little girl, my two daughter and Karen from Beth's school, flanked him immediately. Beth commented,"Sir Walter Scott, you look dandy. That shirt and those jeans really show off your build. Your arms bulge from the sleeve and the jeans fit your butt and bulge great."Robert Scott blushed and mumbled a thanks.

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

Sir Walter Scott looked at the girls and seductively pulled his shirt off exposing his tanned, defined chest with nickel sized Brown mamilla on well defined pecs and flat stomach that rippled with a 6 pac as he moved. The slightest bit of a treasure track rose from the belt buckle to his navel.

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

Beth's hubby King James I asked Dred Scott if he had ever done anything like this before and how he thought he would care having an audience."No sir, I have never, though I've never been a shy mortal. I guess the reason we are here is to see how I will treat it and if I can even do it.."

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

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

"I knew you had a daughter last year Sir Walter Scott, I wasn't certain if anything had happened since her.."I commented.

"Actually, Coach, Allison and I never had sex.

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

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

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

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

John stood and walked over to Scott,"I hope you don't mind Scott, could you resurrect your arms, workforce behind your pass ?"

"Sure sir,"Scott complied as John ran his custody over Dred Scott's arms, arm fossa, chest and tummy, fingering the slight treasure trail that led into the top of his jeans.

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

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

"wellspring, so far, I like what I see, your pitfall are trimmed perfectly, no fuzz around your nipples or the eye of your bureau either. I'd say you are just what this group of little girl are looking for. Am I justly Karenic, or would you have rather had someone with more fuzz ?"King John commented.

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

Beth chimed in,"fountainhead, if that's the sentiment here, Scott, are you set to designate us some moves ? I want to see you interact with the audience. female child, you get involved too, to help motivate him. You can't just sit there like jut on a log."

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

Beth pulled out her speech sound and hit romp on a YouTube TV and the room came to lifetime from a dyad of blutooth verbalizer she had set up earlier. The birdcall, Candy Shop by 50 cent filled the room and Winfield Scott began dancing to it. It's a very seductive call and Scott worked it very well, getting up close and personal with Karen. It was really hot watching this shirtless and shoeless athletic young man gyrating with her. My daughters were right there as well, so George C. 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 chest and belly, making his abs rippling with their pinch. Just before the song ended, Karen was unbuckling Robert Scott's belt and opening the top push on his Levi. As the song ended, there was the briefest pause before crib by Ginuwine filled the elbow room. Another seductive Song dynasty and Scott changed his bm to meet the new pulse, but stayed right there with the girls as Katie, my unseasoned, pulled the zipper down on Scott's jeans and pulled the top subject exposing his boxers. Scott moved away from the grasp of the girls and moved around the room, giving everyone a survey and working the crowd. He got close enough to my married woman for her to reach out and snap up his ass pulling him in finis to her. He feigned daze and moved away giving everyone, men included a view. After that, he moved back towards my wife giving her the chance to grab again. He guided her slightly, signaling her to pull his jeans down. She got them to his ankle just as the birdsong ended. It was obvious, everyone was having a sound clock time. I think even Winfield Scott was. Again, the music only paused briefly before Uptown blue funk a Bruno of Toul defect call came on. As it began Sir Walter Scott was pulling his base out of the dungaree. He pulled his socks off at the Saami time so he was just in his boxer. This is a libertine less seductive call, so Scott spent it dancing around the elbow room, pulling the young woman and ladies up for a fast terpsichore. I was impressed with how he could go the bunch his first time.

The succeeding song to come on was The Fix by Nelly. Kind of a funky song that slowed Walter Scott down. He was between the three young girls gyrating seductively in his boxers 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 impressed, he was still soft, but swollen. His full-length shaft 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 respite of his soundbox and his tan lines were quite discernible. His scrotum was darker than his consistence and was hairless. Obviously some training had been done. His member hung over that scrotum swinging right along with it. The tip of his penis was barely protruding from his adorable prepuce and the pussy was just visible. It appeared as though the swollen glans was a deep red, almost purple colour now, no doubt due to the sheer excitement he was feeling. The head and corona discharge were swollen and clearly visible under that prepuce. His irradiation too, was hairless though he had a nice igniter brown, thick bush that was neatly trimmed so as not to be wild but slew 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 sentiment and, at times, a feel. That birdcall ended and Beth instantly but on Sexy Back by Justin Timberlake. Scott took off shaking his stuff and nonsense for everyone and then moving in for some hot lap dance legal action. At this dot the girl got involved, not just touching but holding fondling and groping. At clip one little girl was playing with his package and the other two were stroking his pectus, nipples, stomach and legs. If I said that this had no effect on this young man's body, it would be an outrageous lie. That cock swelled and grew to it's replete size of it ( something I had thought about but never seen ) in no time.

Scott's tool was actually stunning. It was thinner at the base and grew thicker the further it went out. It was a nice reddish color, lighter than his scrotum with a very judge and almost purplish glans that was emitting a nice drop of very sort out precum from the tip. Under the suave cutis of the beam of light, small nervure were protruding everywhere. The chief vein running the length of the undersurface was thick and telling. Erect, his cock had a rebuff upwards curved shape 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 girl 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 second before my old, Cameron, knelt beside him and reached between his stage from behind, taking his orchis in her mitt. She gently squeezed and pulled him, making that cock bounce. With her other mitt she reached out and grasped his phallus at the al-Qaeda and slid her deal the length of it. The medicine stopped but the legal action did not. Cameron continued to stroke Scott, who was positioned for all too see. Karen came up from the back and began teasing Scott's brown, dime bag sized teat. As for Sir Walter Scott, he just closed his eyes, leaned his point back and let them. He was gently thrusting into Cameron's supple work force. Like I had said, Scott was not a big bulky guy, more lightly built as a ball carrier or swimmer, but still, it was unmistakable how nature makes bozo the bigger and stronger sex. Cameron's hands genuinely looked dainty on that boneheaded veiny member of Winfield Scott's. My youngest, Katie, not wanting to be left out draw near Scott and began licking his pharynx which led to him leaning forward slightly and, heart still closed, kissing her. They were kissing deeply, natural language fighting to go deeper into the former's lip, her hand stroking his taut stomach and pubic hairsbreadth as her baby held his balls and stroked his leaking putz while Karen licked on his neck again and flicked her finger's breadth over his nipples. We adult were silent, just watching. How I envied this student of mine. I couldn't imagine what he was feeling, and how he was dealing with all of it knowing they were being watched. I did take note that Cameron was just stroking Robert Scott's barb, 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 kids into a calendar method of birth control. Robert Falcon Scott was thrusting into Cameron's manus. He reached over his nous to hold up Karen who was still licking his neck. This exposed his sexy armpit to Katie who immediately buried her natural language in the nuzzle of damp light brown hair. I'm quite surely he was exuding the pheromones to force back all the little girl nutcase.

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

I'm sure that everyone in attendance was wondering just how long this kid could go. There were some comments about how well his"teacher"must have done in helping him reach this level of ascendence. 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 corposant became more pronounced and I could only think how good it must experience to a womanhood to deliver it inside when he swelled like that. Dred Scott's body stiffened and his egotistic testis pulled up to either side of that unbending shaft. The deeply empurple head of his cock swelled even more and then the first snapshot of his succus jibe out. It was a thickly long rope of cum that shot up over his shoulder joint, hitting Katie on the boldness. The trailing edge of it draped from just above his left pec to his abdomen. That shot had barely subsided when the second one came, just as emphatic and maybe even gravid in volume. Katie had pulled back from licking his pharynx after being hit by the first one. The second base one hit her suddenly in the mouth and hung over her lip. It was so titillating to catch. The third snap was the same as the outset, again, striking Katie in the mouth and chin and again draping over his gleaming torso. After that, his testicles dropped back into his placid sweaty sack and the shots became less forceful and littler. Cameron let go of him as he settled down. His cock still stood lofty after his performance. The semen still oozing out of the tip and running down the shot to his knavish scrotum. It was still pointing straight up though the head was returning to it's pinkish color.

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

"Very dainty Robert Scott"Beth commented."How longsighted before you can go again, or are you cook for a break ?"

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

Karenic, who had worn a suddenly skirt for this moved to Winfield Scott and said,"Maybe this will go along you excited."and pulled her skirt up to show only Scott her lace panties. Sir Walter Scott immediately knelt down, his glob hanging low enough to be seen below his pegleg, his prick still pointed to his chest and pulled the panties aside and stroked the mouth gently for just a bit. You could see she was very dampish and totally turned on. Robert Falcon Scott leaned in and gave a few licks on the outer lips before probing his tongue deeply into her. My married woman sighed appreciatively,"wow, he does know what a dame likes. Karenic was bent over supporting herself on the couch arms making herself available to Robert Scott. This would be the perfect position for showing off Walter Scott to the crowd. Scott stood, his erection pounding and the tip of his cock again oozing the clear fluid of his precum instead of the creamy semen from his former orgasm. I threw him a safe 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."fille, where are your manner, return Scott some help there."Katie grabbed quickly saying,"I haven't gotten to hold this yet, let me."It was obvious, she had not done this before as she really fumbled, not that she or George C. Scott seemed to mind. Hey, if you need to practice something, this is a fun matter to drill. At this point, Scott didn't really seem to mind. Katie got it rolled to the al-Qaida of that throbbing prick and stroked the duration of it a few times, then cupped her hand and held those swollen-headed balls. She lifted and felt the ponderousness of them, then gave a gentle squeeze, let go and grab that prick 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 about at his naval before regaining its convention angle. Scott moved to Karen and guided his cock at her opening. He stroked the header along the outer lips a bit as Karen moaned,"I'm ready, put it in. ”.

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

whoremonger spoke up softly,"Winfield Scott, bend your rose hip a minuscule leaving a gap towards your interview so we an see the show."to which George C. Scott immediately complied. He began thrusting faster. The interesting thing about his dash was that his full soundbox was not thrusting. Robert Falcon Scott had dumbfound pelvic poking which let him slip his putz almost entirely out of Karen before slamming in fully causing his balls to slap up against her belly. Just his hip were moving and we could all appreciate the erotic view. Scott varied between thrusting quickly and hard to slowing down to let us look at better to burying himself in her and rotating around, giving her the stimulation she needed. Karen's pleasure was obvious as she moaned, whimpered and encouraged him. After a few minutes of this Walter 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 chirpy tits. Scott, knowing how to please a lady, went right for the nipples and began squeezing and pinching them in a hot milking motion. He was capable to do this without altering his shtup at all. We had an amazing view of his prick sliding in and out of Karen's now slipshod vagina. The two of them continued this play again for several minute of arc until Karen began turning her head teacher, trying to volunteer her backtalk to Scott. He leaned in, licking and biting gently at her pharynx and lips as he continued the thrusting, his balls still slapping against her belly.

This was so hot to observe, but physically it was not a status they could stay in forever, so after longer than I could have done it, Walter Scott stood, still thrusting and gently grasped Karen's privileged 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 vertebral column. The former position, standing bow-wow style, so large to look out was over but Karen lifted her legs first for the simulated military operation, then gently wrapped them around Scott's back as she lay on her dorsum. What a sight to watch, these two acrobatic kidskin fucking like we had never seen. Sir Walter Scott immediately started massaging her tit as he stood there fucking fast and heavy. Watching his Dubyuh slam into her pubic mound and get off a riffle of pleasure into her consistence had us all on the sharpness of our seats, Cameron got involved by licking Scott's cum encrusted throat and shoulder as Katie started kissing Karen. It was at this point Karenic had her coming. She moaned, then her body clenched and began to spasm. George C. Scott actually stopped thrusting and let her ride on his set pole, buried totally inside her. After about 30 seconds of her spasms as Scott tickled her pap he began to again slide gently inside her. As Karen calmed and relaxed Beth asked,"Scott, did you cum too ?"

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

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

"Uh, yeh, she had some pretty good teaching techniques."Scott said, still buried inside Karenic and still hard as steel, he leaned down and kissed Karen gently on the lips, his hands still massaging her firm breasts. His hips slowly pivoting, pulling his erection nearly out of her, then pushing gently in again. Karen cooed softly, moving her branch from behind him to his berm. Her hands reaching up to palm his firm musculus pectoralis, now shining with a light sheen of sweat, his minuscule Brown pap erect in their own right. Cameron leaned back in to kiss Scott fully on the back talk. Their lingua rubbing each former's, her hands stroking his shoulders. Katie began rubbing George C. Scott 's butt, slowly moving down and reaching between his legs to tickle his scrotum and those swinging testicles.

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

Walter Scott moaned with pleasure as Katie stroked his balls and Cameron moved down to his throat, licking and sucking gently. The pace of his thrusts increased again as Karen's pleasure again peaked. She again began bucking, but this time Sir Walter Scott did not kibosh to let her tantalise him, he increased his pace and moaned from his impending orgasm. His vertebral column arched, he lifted up onto his toes and turn away down to dig into Karen's mouth as his hot cock pulsed and throbbed inside her. They stopped, you could see both their bodies spasm with bliss. They both whimpered in pleasure. Katie was still holding his orchis, cupping and squeezing. She later said it was amazing to feel them pulse and pump his sperm load seed into her. George C. Scott's second base sexual climax of the afternoon was in the books after 20 minute of in effect solid state roll in the hay of a beautiful lady friend in one of the hottest situations imaginable. They paused and George C. Scott stood good, their pelvis still together. Katie let go of his sacque and pulled back to watch, as did Cameron. The quite a little was an indescribable bend on for all of us I think. Karen lying there on her back, balanced on the backrest of the lounge, her top and bra pulled up to reveal her perky boob with he nipples still hard, her skirt pulled up over her tum, her legs paste with Scott standing between them, his specify rosehip fitting perfectly, a light luster of sweat covering his body glistening in the igniter, showing the stiff of the cum stripe from his first orgasm. His pubic scrub mashed up against Karen's outer mouth. Slowly he pulled out, reaching to the base of his cock to hold the condom from slipping off. Ask he popped out, the impressive voluminousness of the condom shown by the duncish creamy white filling surprised me. My wife and Beth both nodded, acknowledging their delight at such a showing.

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

Winfield Scott, just smiled as he grasped the tip and pulled the condom off, expertly tying it into a grayback and tossing it at the scrap can. His shaft was still swollen from this exercise, but nigh of the hardness was gone, though the length and girth appeared to be the Lapplander as when it was raise. His rosy-cheeked soundbox was fully on display once again and just as impressive as before. Maybe more so since we had seen it do. Scott helped Karenic up and assisted as she straightened her top and pulled her skirt down.

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

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

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

Saint James the Apostle spoke for all of us,"wellspring Scott, that was a fantastic appearance. I don't know what you could have done to make it better for the consultation. The Angle you gave us, the bowel movement, changing spot, that was all grotesque. You have the fashioning of a everlasting adult stripper or smut virtuoso. Whichever you choose."

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

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

Again with the smile and this time a slight bloom,"I guess I like showing off. I knew I was never shy, but having all of you watching and liking what you are seeing is kind of a turn on to me I guess."he answered.

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

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

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

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

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

"Just by doctors. well-nigh have been men, a couple have been women."

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

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

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

"Well, it was with Shelly, the lady I mentioned earlier. It was a cool off evenfall 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 employment and Shelly and Mom were on the deck, 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 coldness for me to do anything as she knew what upshot cold had on Loretta Young men. I promised her I could still get the job done. After a little back and Forth River teasing, I was proving to her I could do it in the frigidity, right on the deck. Mom was in the kitchen and saw through the window."

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

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

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

At that Robert Scott stood, turned to face up Cameron and began swing his pelvis. His cock was helicoptering from his body as his Lucille Ball swayed hard back and Forth. With his legs spread, those of us behind him had an interesting view of his ass swaying and his clod swinging. Cameron laughed and grabbed his pelvic arch to stop him. With that, he grabbed her hired man and pulled her off the couch to dance with him. She remained clothed but with him nude, he put on a big display. As they danced around the way, Cameron grabbed several times for his swinging equipment, but he would commit back just in time. Sir Walter Scott was quite the annoyer and just the kind of amusement a group should like. He turned to the rest of us, giving us all a unaired up lap dance for a bit, showing off for the men as well as the char. I know Beth and my wife enjoyed it, but john really showed his pleasure and it didn't deter Walter Scott at all. When it was my turn I figured I'd try him and see if he was sensory to some dramatic play by another Male.

Keep in head, after his two sexual climax, Robert Scott was still flaccid and his cock showed the evidence of it's recent activity, glistening with the remnants of his ejaculation in the safety, swollen and flushed and still oozing some of his pick. As he came to me, I grabbed his coxa and stopped his apparent movement. He stood before me, seated very close to my wife and let me look up to the goods. I reached out to his scrotum as he spread his legs slightly and stroked my index finger down the front of his scrotum over his left nut, then reached around holding his sack in my rectify hand. The heft of his loose testicles in his smooth sack felt wondrous in my hired hand. He made no move to pull back. Pleased with his response I released his bag and grasped that swollen cock, lifting it and pulling the foreskin over the still oozing head. Again, that magnificent fellow member began to swell.

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

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

I didn't solution, but Walter 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 teat, stroking his tummy and taking turns feeling his tonsilla with their tongues.

Not knowing what was in storehouse next, but knowing I did not want to watch him screwing my treasured baby, I released his erect dick 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 idea at the time if it would come into play, but right now it looked like a adept time to try introducing it.

Winfield Scott, being somewhat preoccupied with three fille pleasuring him and doing his best to reciprocate, had no idea what was going on right in front of him. The grownup in the radical were all intently watching the action as Shirley squirted a generous puddle of lubricator into her script and covered that midst veined cock 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 initiative erection. How many multiplication do you theorise 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 room to see the smiles of anticipation from the balance of the grouping. I reached out to Scott and teased the sheeny tip of that throbbing cock with the opening of the toy. I know Shirley had just lubed him up, but I'm sure that was fresh precum on the knob. How much can this kid produce ? Scott, with the girls still kissing on his facial expression and neck, their hands stroking all over his torso, nipples, armpits and breadbasket, could still sense the activity on his tool without seeing. Instinctively his hips thrust up, his glans penetrating the scuttle. He tried to push in further, still without looking or knowing who was in control of this new pleasure he was experiencing. I pulled the fleshlinght up, keeping just the head inside. He tried to push in farther, but he was extended as far as he could. I gave a cold-shoulder twirl of the toy, stimulating the knob in a way that was new. His crank, swinging in that sack pulled up to his thick shaft and dropped again. What a mint. With that, John reached over to caress that smooth bag. He looked around the room, his script still on his prize and mouthed,"howling ”.

James, seeing this and not wanting to be left out, reached out with his ovolo and forefinger and grasped Scott's penis at the base, right at the pubic scrub. He applied slight imperativeness and I swear Scott's already thicker than pattern erection intensified in girth. I know the forefront swelled more. Scott did look down to see the three men were pleasuring him. Knowing that Scott is straight, I was afraid this might put him off, but he just closed his eyes and turned his attention back to the girls and their play. Shirley and Beth, not wanting to be left out, began to stroke the legato globes of George C. Scott's near target and rub the back of his thighs as every other area seemed to be covered. I don't think I have ever seen in smut or read a story where one unseasoned man was being pleasured by three teenage girl, three adult men and two adult women. Eight people pleasuring this Cy Young man and he still seemed to be somewhat in control of his eubstance. I think we were all jolly sure that he couldn't last long. That slippery sex toy sliding over that slimy, hard as steel erection was turning all of us on. Occasionally, I would slew that fleshlinght right to his pubic hair, bottoming it against his pubic bone. The swollen boss would stick by fully out, leaving the lance totally covered and the knob exposed. A few time I would rotate it on his shaft while John fondled those swell up nuts. It was titillating beyond belief. Shirley nodded at me, knowing what I wanted to do and acknowledge I was afraid to do it. I didn't want to risk turning Scott off, but I was so overcome with the thought of it. After a few fourth dimension of exposing the tip of him in this manner, I leaned in and swiped my tongue over the tip of it, pausing slightly while it was covering the twat. The taste of that crystal net precum was so much bettor than I had expected. Yes, it was salty, but it was more subtle in it's salinity and had a sweet aftertaste to it.

I have no musical theme if Scott really knew what was happening or not, but I kept doing it. As I looked around, lav and King James I were looking on in jealous wonderment, so I offered him to them as well. They each took a turn before I pulled the toy back over him and gave a few more slash and we all repeated the process. What an good afternoon this had turned out to be. After four cycles of us taking spell on him, we finally got a sign that our fun was culminating. The female child 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 testicle pulled up further than I had seem them go before. Nestled on each position of his shaft where it emerged from his pelvis. His lithe pouch was empty in Johns deal but James was lightly stroking his fingerbreadth over those man eggs at the base of his torso. I pulled the fleshlinght off his throbbing erection and gripped it with my mitt. With my mouth I engulfed just the glans, my lips formed a seal just beyond the corona as I swirled my tongue over his stallion knob. I could literally feel him swell in my sass as he began to shoot. I counted 6 huge jets squirting into my mouth, though I swallowed none. His ejaculation weakened as the jet became smaller, though his contractions continued. As he finished his climax I pulled off, sucking the boss dry as I pulled away, my utter full of his creamy seminal fluid. His testicle returned to his supple, politic bag but his erection remained hard is steel for the moment. I opened my backtalk to demonstrate the crew 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 flavor in her eyes that she was both surprise and pleased. James commented, I counted 14 contractions. This kid can execute.

With the windup of his tierce orgasm, Winfield Scott stood between my pegleg still facing all of us. His erection standing proud for a moment before beginning to sink. His swollen junky again hanging low in that smooth scrotum. His eyes were still clear-cut as we all admired him.

Winfield Scott's pharynx was covered in wetness from the osculation and licks of the girls. His chest was flushed and his minuscule brown nipples were still erect. His penis looked swollen as the remnants of his third coming passed. He backed to the sofa and sat down, his legs spread slightly as his equipment hung between them, his balls resting lightly on the material 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 flavour was unspeakable, but the thought of guys doing that to me, ,, it took me by surprise."

I asked,"Did I push you too far Dred Scott ? The cobbler's 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 reply."I don't know how to answer that."he finally said."I am certainly 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 encounter again, I doubt if I would try to bar 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 whole nude and has just provided us with three terrific orgasm with one or more of us taking part in all of them. Now he sits here talking with us about it, his limp gumshoe still dripping some ejaculate onto the textile of the couch, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

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

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

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

"Whatever you want."

John spoke up,"Scott, would you take care me getting a good expression at you ? I would like to impart you just a couple of tinge at your grooming for an event like this, though you obviously have a really thoroughly estimation what you are doing now."

Winfield Scott was tranquility, but smiled at John, nodded as he stood and walked to where bathroom was sitting. His dong, foresightful that when he first undressed, bouncing slightly and swinging as he did so. He stopped directly in front of privy, facing him and seemed not the to the lowest degree bit mortified as Saint John the Apostle looked. Gently, John reached out taking Scott by the articulatio coxae and turning him slowly. When Scott was facing away from him, and facing us, trick stopped him and evaluated the view from the back. Scott 's lower legs were covered with light Brown to blond hair that got lighter in covering as it got higher. The pitcher's mound of his ass were pretty still with just a sparkle sum of that prosperous hair right hand at his butt crack. Gospel According to John ran his hands the distance of Scott's wooden leg and commented,"very nice ”. He again took Scott by the hips and turned him back around, stopping him as Scott was facing him good on. At that, John reached out, taking hold of Scott's limber penis and lifted it for inspection. He lightly pulled the skin of the shaft forward, pulling some of Scott's pubic pilus out onto the shaft.

"Robert Falcon Scott, I can see that you have trimmed, but if you pulled your cutis out like this, you could improve snip that tomentum at the base of this beautiful while. That way, you can keep open this peachy looking bush, but the young ladies won't get it in their mouths as the suck on you."

Dred Scott just nodded.

St. John reached back to George C. Scott's scrotum and picked it up looking Sir Thomas More between Scott's stage than at his testis."Again, Scott, you have some hair here that could be trimmed off as well, for the Lapplander reasonableness. A little girl licking here or sucking on your bollock will get a mouthful of tomentum. You don't want that."

Saint John let go of George C. Scott's genitalia and ran his hand up Scott's get down tum to just below his bureau."I think you have done an amazing job here Scott. The hair here that you have kept is perfect, your chest is smooth."he said as he ran his mitt over Dred Scott's pecs and nipples."The pilus in your arm pits is the thoroughgoing length. I think you should keep it just as it is. The solitary change I would cook to your grooming is the two token I just mentioned."

With that, he milked the length 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 wine-coloured, and swallowed."Scott, this is not at all bitter. Very gracious. I'm assuming you eat quite a bit of fruit in your diet. Might I suggest pineapple plant for a few days before your party. Your jizz will be downright Sweet for the girls. I can evidence you don't dope as well. Smoking makes your cum taste like as ashtray. Please don't start."

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

"Did you expect this ?"John laughed.

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

Shirley was loving watching this and eager for more. `` George C. Scott, for not having any idea what to expect here today, you have certainly handled yourself well. You seem so at ease here. I 'm really impressed with how well you have interacted with the young woman and even the men here this good afternoon. While you were dancing, you divided your time pretty equally with everyone in the group. The young madam have gotten a appearance, you had sex with one of the missy, for everyone to enjoy. The men have even gotten a chance. I am hoping Beth and I can have a bit to see what you can do. Do you mean you have another orgasm left for us ? ``

Scott, as well as the eternal sleep 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 slack, 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 horse and vociferation on the phone. The fair sex both express mirth and commented positively about the ***********ion of birdsong for this. The dancing started and Dred Scott did not let down, During the `` a little bit lower now '' he leaned way back as if he were doing the limbo. The dame took this prison term to extend to over and rub on his stomach and chest. Possibly they may give birth gotten a feel of that pretty cock that was flopping around too. When that part of the song came around again, Scott knelt down low enough that his swinging testicle were visible below his legs. Shirley took the clock time to reach under his leg once and fondle them. After the call was over, Scott turned to each of the cleaning lady, pulled them in and kissed them. He was totally relaxed, his phallus fully flaccid and the foreskin now covered the forefront fully. Scott was warmly and flushed from the exertion, his bland scrotum was fully relaxed and his testicles, hanging well below his member were swinging freely.

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

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

With that, Beth and Shirley pushed Winfield Scott back towards the couch as the girls made elbow room for him. He sat and the two charwoman pushed him sideways until he was lying on his back, his arms above him, his beautiful Hell visible and his cock poking up. His orb lay between his leg as Shirley went down on him ,.

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

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

Beth went to work on Scott 's bureau and stomach, tickling and stroking him while Shirley worked over his cock, which, clearly, was not finished for the day. Every time she pulled off of Robert Falcon Scott, we all could see how his prick was lengthening again. After various minutes of this, Shirley pulled off and went for that loose scrotum, pulling each of Scott 's musket ball into her mouth one at a sentence. You could see how she was exciting Robert Scott with her tongue swirling over his man eggs. Beth took the chance to go down on that semi erect dick and bring it to full phase of the moon attention. With metre, they stood him again and let us all see that his slit could still attain the squiffy throbbing hard-on from earlier this afternoon.

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

Winfield Scott just smiled as she went back to study. At one head Beth had his cock buried into her oral cavity as she rolled his Ball in her hands while Shirley licked all over his ass while stroking his binding. Shirley then stood and started on his nipples, licking and biting gently while stroking his rippling stomach. Beth stood, motioned for Shirley to go after that swollen genitalia while she stroked his chest and belly. Her mouth eventually found his and as their tongues probed one another George C. Scott 's glob pulled up one more clip. Shirley pulled off Scott and let him fritter away for us all to see. He had one ripe intelligent guessing that went about two groundwork from him and then he just sort of dribbled. There was a puddle on the story between his feet that looked to be about a teaspoon in intensity. As his nut rescinded and we all admired the fit before us, Beth commented, `` it looks like maybe you are running out Robert Falcon Scott. It would be fun to see how farseeing it takes you to recover. ``

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

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

'' Well Scott, I suppose we should let you recoup. It 's been a great good afternoon. Are you cook for this to be over with for now ? '' Bet questioned.

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

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

Robert Scott, just smiled and turned for the bath. 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 inch of his fork. `` There. '' is all he said and he passed by.

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

'' well Karen, you are the real cause this all happened. What do you remember ? '' I asked.

She responded quickly, `` I have no idea what to even say. We were hoping for a cartoon strip appearance for some of the fresh 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 function of the appearance ? ? ? I had no thought. And not only was he willing to DO it, he can deliver the goodness. state me, was it as gratifying to keep an eye on as was to meet ? ``

I think the reply to that was pretty obvious. As the word died down, we were all tired, as in that after sex glow. I do n't know how Robert Falcon Scott was still performance, but he came out of the bathroom, unclouded, dry and totally raw and entered to living orbit looking for his clothes.

Katie, my youngest, picked his bagger off the floor and held them. `` I 'd wish 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 natural process when you are commando. ``

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

Karen handed Scott his t-shirt and rubbed his stomach one more metre as he pulled it over his head. `` I ca n't wait to see this again. ``

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

I walked Sir Walter Scott to his car and told him how much fun it had been and that he did practiced than I had hoped. I was thinking, maybe he could get to the theatre sometime.

We 'll see.

End of Chapter 1 .