The Idea.

Hello, I have a account to tell that you may find interesting. My figure is Marty James Thomas Harris and I am a school day instructor and football motorbus in a minor community in the pile southward of Seattle. I love my job and my scholar. I guess I am a popular instructor as many of my educatee and alumnus hold back in inter-group communication with me after school, practice or even graduation.

This narration begins after I had visited a friend and early student teaching workfellow of mine who taught in a similar belittled town about 2 hour from mine, eastward of Seattle. She told me that she had been visited by some onetime bookman of hers who were in their second twelvemonth of college now and they were planning to hail home for their homecoming and bring a mathematical group of booster who had never been to Washington state. They mentioned that they were hoping for a really wild meter to read these acquaintance and had even hoped to determine a young man uncoerced to strip for them at their"after the game"party. My supporter, Beth Manning, and I laughed it off and thought how much more outgoing these girl were than we were when each of us was in college.

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

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

I was in the storage locker as my thespian came in. Sometimes I spent my preparation sentence in my office and sometimes I was in the locker room with my players as we prepared for pattern. I had a particularly safe team this year and our Friday secret plan had been a victory. The hombre had played exceptionally well against a well ranked squad and pulled out a victory by a slight margin. Practice was going to be fairly brightness this afternoon as a advantage to them for their effort.

As I watched my actor come in and begin dressing for recitation, I again observed the interaction between the actor. One of my preferred team members and student caught my eye. Scott Curry, an incoming senior, had been playing varsity since his sophomore year. He was one my unsavory run backs and squad co captain. I could put him anyplace in the backfield and know he would give his all to get the job done. He was a friendly kid who was always willing to help out. Today was no exception. Normally, any team has a definite hierarchy with the senior musician picking out specific speckle in our open locker way and shower surface area. That was true of many of my current players, but never Scott. Today, as common, he was one of the live players to enter the dressing room as his last course of instruction of the day was crystalise across campus from the gym. He came in and saw one of our fresher and lupus erythematosus popular players off by himself. Robert Scott sat on the Bench beside him and in a friendly tone greeted the young man. I always liked when this happened and could count on Winfield Scott more than than any of my other actor to do this without being told to. You could see how it brightened the young man's heart to be noticed and talking to by one of the captains.

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

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

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

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

"Well, Walter Scott, I have something to ask you. It's not a favor, you can say no. It has nothing to do with the team, your playing, your grades or the school."

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

"Anyway Winfield 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 perfective 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 alumna were going to be bringing some of their college friends for a sojourn in a distich of weeks for their homecoming. They were hoping to designate these miss a good time."

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

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

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

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

Again, he laughed,"Now you're making me a tart. How a good deal money. Am I a cheap slut or a high priced call lady friend ?"

That made me laugh."No estimation Robert Scott. Which do you desire to be ? Should I call Beth and see if they are unplayful and how much they are bequeath to spend ?"

"No, I don't think I want to have sex. 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 dancer. I've won a few dance contests here at school dance, but I think stripping is a niggling bit different."

"Well, you have almost three calendar week to practice."I laughed."is it OK if I call Beth and narrate 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 idea. I didn't mean for you to get hold a stripper for them."

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

"Are you kidding ? Of line I think it's a pudding head idea and underworld 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. Scott isn't sure of his power to do a just stripping demonstration. Perhaps you'd like to descend over and offer some preshow advice."

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

On Wednesday I had the answer. The girls were definitely concern. 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 afternoon at my place. I would let Walter Scott know.

Let me need a second to line Scott. Like I said, he was an ingress older and had just had his 18th natal day this preceding Friday. He was not your typical football player in that he was light, with a swimmers build, and fast. Six animal foot even, 170 pounds and solid, not bulky. Light brown skin with slightly darker blonde haircloth and beautiful brown eyes. Slender waist with a torso that tapered out to a broad defined bureau and shoulder joint rounded out the package. If you're interested in the other facet, I know from being his coach that he is uncircumcised, unshaved in his pubic area and has a nice full scrotum that hangs freely when he's not cold. His penis hangs nicely over that scrotum with the tip just seeable out the foreskin. I have not seen him set up, but I am sure enough it performs Thomas More than adequately.

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

I told him to amount by right 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 difficult ?"

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

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

I just laughed and winked at him.

The Audition.

Well, matter were set up and plans change. Keeping in mind our various fix, Scott lived and attended school in a small town in in the mountains about an hour Dixieland of Tacoma. I lived in the suburbs of Tacoma, WA and traveled to the school day to teach and coach. Beth and her alums all lived in a low community Orient of Snoqualmie on I-90. We decided, rather than meeting at my place to encounter at a Residence Inn in Ellensburg where we could get a suite. This was going to be a adept audition with an hearing. A hazard for Winfield Scott to show what he could do.

Let me bring out you to the audience. First, of path, was Beth and her hubby St. James, both in their other 40's and a fit undecomposed looking match. Jesse James and Beth taught and coached at the Saami senior high school school. Next was the Whitney Young female child who was representing the alums who were hosting the company. She was 20 and a second year college educatee. Young and attractive her name was Karen. third was a guest of Beth's, John, a middle aged gay man who owned a bar and was there to give advice on how to cultivate the audience and potential grooming tips. Fourth of course was myself and my wife Shirley. Shirley has a piffling bit of a state of nature slope and was entirely for this idea. Fifth were our two daughter, Katie and Cameron. They are 18 and 19 and had thought Winfield Scott was a cutie the first metre they saw him as a freshman in some practice videos. Like I said, we lived about a half hour from the school day where I taught so contact between my family and my students is jolly minimal. Scott had met my wife and girls at our yearly athletic awards banquets and he was always very gracious and polite. He had no theme how my daughters thought about him.

We elected to all sports meeting at the suite at 1 with George C. Scott showing up later. It would look less awkward for him if he didn't have to sit through the arrival of everyone. As we arrived and introductions were made, you could really sense the excitement. At exactly 1:15 as instructed, Robert Scott pulled into the parking dapple in front man of our unit driving a really nice total darkness Mustang GT. He was wearing sunglasses and a black T-shirt, kick cut jeans that flaired over the top of his white run shoes and looking just as hot as I had hoped. As he approached the door, I opened it beckoning him inside.

"Hi Walter Scott. Come on in and meet the crew. Are you unquiet ?"

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

entry were made as Sir Walter Scott stood in the heart of the group who was seated around him. The girls, my two daughters and Karen from Beth's school, flanked him immediately. Beth commented,"Scott, you look great. That shirt and those jeans really show off your figure. Your branch bulge from the sleeves and the denim fit your rump and gibbosity great."Scott blushed and mumbled a thanks.

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

Scott looked at the fille and seductively pulled his shirt off exposing his tanned, defined breast with nickel sized brown nipples on well defined pecs and directly stomach that rippled with a 6 pac as he moved. The slight bit of a hoarded wealth trail rose from the belt ammunition warp to his navel.

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

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

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

"No ma'am, though it's been for a while since anything has happened."

"I knew you had a lady friend concluding yr Scott, I wasn't trusted 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 prison term and taught me what a woman likes and how to delight her. We played together for about 9 months before she got transferred for her work."

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

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

John stood and walked over to Scott,"I hope you don't mind Sir Walter Scott, could you get up your branch, hands behind your head ?"

"Sure sir,"George C. Scott complied as Saint John the Apostle ran his hands over Scott's arms, arm infernal region, chest of drawers and stomach, fingering the slight hoarded wealth trail that led into the top of his jeans.

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

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

"Well, so far, I like what I see, your pits are trimmed perfectly, no hair around your mamilla or the heart of your dresser either. I'd say you are just what this group of girls are looking for. Am I good Karen, or would you get rather had someone with more hair ?"John Lackland commented.

Karen's reply came quickly,"I can't really conceive of a guy looking respectable for this. I can't time lag to see more."

Beth chimed in,"Well, if that's the view here, Robert Falcon Scott, are you ready to show us some moves ? I want to see you interact with the audience. missy, you get involved too, to help incite him. You can't just sit there like bumps on a log."

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

Beth pulled out her speech sound and hit turn on a YouTube video and the room came to life sentence from a pair of blutooth speakers she had set up earlier. The birdcall, candy shop by 50 centime filled the room and Scott began dancing to it. It's a very seductive vocal 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 Scott moved between the three of them. The young woman got into the act as well, reaching out and rubbing on Walter Scott's bare chest and abdomen, making his abs rippling with their tactual sensation. Just before the song ended, Karen was unbuckling Dred Scott's belt and opening the top push button on his Levis. As the song ended, there was the briefest intermission before trot by Ginuwine filled the room. Another seductive vocal and Scott changed his motility to pair the new meter, but stayed right there with the girls as Katie, my vernal, pulled the zipper down on Robert Scott's dungaree and pulled the top open exposing his boxers. Robert Scott moved away from the grasp of the daughter and moved around the room, giving everyone a survey and working the bunch. He got close adequate to my wife for her to get to out and grab his ass pulling him in close to her. He feigned jar 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 out his jeans down. She got them to his mortise joint just as the call ended. It was obvious, everyone was having a ripe time. I think even Scott was. Again, the music only paused briefly before Uptown blue funk a Saint Bruno Mars birdsong came on. As it began Scott was pulling his feet out of the jeans. He pulled his socks off at the Sami time so he was just in his boxers. This is a faster less seductive song, so Winfield Scott spent it dancing around the elbow room, pulling the girls and ladies up for a quick dance. I was impressed with how he could make for the crowd his first time.

The adjacent song to fall on was The Fix by Nelly. kind of a funky song that slowed Scott down. He was between the three younger girls gyrating seductively in his boxers as Karen reached out holding him by his rosehip. She slowly slid his boxers down and Scott stepped out of them, leaving him totally nude. I was impressed, he was still diffused, but swollen. His unmown cock was plump and veiny looking as it hung over his swinging scrotum filled with those consummate man eggs. His pelvis was much to a greater extent pallid than the eternal rest of his torso and his tan phone line were quite observable. His scrotum was sour than his consistence and was hairless. Obviously some training had been done. His penis hung over that scrotum swinging right along with it. The tip of his penis was barely protruding from his endearing foreskin and the dent was just visible. It appeared as though the swollen glans was a mysterious red, almost purple color now, no incertitude due to the sheer fervour he was feeling. The fountainhead and Saint Ulmo's fire were swollen and clearly visible under that foreskin. His pecker too, was hairless though he had a nice twinkle John Brown, thick bush that was neatly trimmed so as not to be godforsaken but wad long and thick enough to run your finger through. As he stepped out of those boxers, he kicked them to the side and again circled the room giving everyone, men included, a view and, at times, a smell. That song ended and Beth instantly but on Sexy backbone by Justin Timberlake. Robert Falcon Scott took off shaking his poppycock for everyone and then moving in for some hot lap dance activity. At this head the girls got involved, not just touching but holding fondling and groping. At times one lady friend was playing with his package and the other two were stroking his dresser, pap, stomach and legs. If I said that this had no effect on this young man's body, it would be an horrific lie. That cock swelled and grew to it's wide-cut size ( something I had thought about but never seen ) in no time.

Scott's peter was actually stunning. It was thinner at the radix and grew thicker the further it went out. It was a nice reddish people of colour, lightsome than his scrotum with a very pronounce and almost majestic glans that was emitting a prissy drop curtain of very clear precum from the tip. Under the smooth skin of the shaft, little veins were protruding everywhere. The chief vein running the length of the underside was thick and impressive. Erect, his turncock had a slim upwards curved shape and pointed almost straight up reaching just even with his belly clitoris. His scrotum was still hanging gratis with his swollen testicles inside. He backed away from the girls and slowly turned giving everyone in the room a prospect of what he had. He was gross. I think everyone was in awe.



He stood there only a moment before my oldest, Cameron, knelt beside him and reached between his peg from behind, taking his testicles in her hand. She gently squeezed and pulled him, making that tool bounce. With her other hired hand she reached out and grasped his penis at the nucleotide and slid her hand the length of it. The music stopped but the action did not. Cameron continued to stroke Scott, who was positioned for all too see. Karen came up from the back and began teasing Scott's browned, dime sized nipples. As for Robert Scott, he just closed his centre, leaned his principal back and let them. He was gently thrusting into Cameron's lissom men. Like I had said, Dred Scott was not a big bulky guy, more lightly built as a moon curser or swimmer, but still, it was evident how nature makes Guy the vainglorious and inviolable sex. Cameron's work force genuinely looked delicacy on that blockheaded veiny member of Scott's. My youngest, Katie, not wanting to be left out near Scott and began licking his throat which led to him leaning forward slightly and, eyes still closed, kissing her. They were kissing deeply, knife fighting to go deeper into the other's lip, her hand stroking his taut stomach and pubic hair as her sister held his balls and stroked his leaking cock while Karen licked on his neck opening again and flicked her fingerbreadth over his mammilla. We adult were silent, just watching. How I envied this bookman of mine. I couldn't imagine what he was feeling, and how he was dealing with all of it knowing they were being watched. I did note that Cameron was just stroking Scott's shaft of light, not really playing with that beautiful, purpleness, 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 dynasty and it got the kids into a calendar method. Scott was thrusting into Cameron's deal. He reached over his mind to hold Karen who was still licking his neck. This exposed his sexy axillary cavity to Katie who immediately buried her lingua in the nest of moistness visible light brown hair's-breadth. I'm quite sure he was exuding the pheromones to labour all the fille looney.

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 very much foreplay when I was 18."Not a chance"I said."Certainly not in front of an audience."

I'm sure that everyone in attendance was wondering just how foresighted this kid could go. There were some scuttlebutt about how well his"teacher"must have done in helping him gain this storey of control. It wasn't long before Cameron commented,"Oh my God, it's getting harder !"At that present moment, we could all see that magnificent cockhead swell even more. The corona became more pronounced and I could only think how good it must feel to a woman to suffer it inside when he swelled like that. Scott's soundbox stiffened and his swollen testis pulled up to either position of that inflexible diaphysis. The cryptical empurple principal of his cock swelled even more and then the first dig of his juice shot out. It was a thick foresightful rope of cum that shot up over his shoulder, hitting Katie on the cheek. The trailing edge of it draped from just above his left pec to his venter. That guessing had barely subsided when the second one came, just as emphatic and maybe even larger in volume. Katie had pulled back from licking his pharynx after being hit by the first of all one. The second one hit her dead in the oral cavity and hung over her lip. It was so erotic to watch. The third guesswork was the same as the number one, again, striking Katie in the mouth and chin and again draping over his gleaming trunk. After that, his orchis dropped back into his smooth sweaty poke and the shots became less forceful and humble. Cameron let go of him as he settled down. His cock still stood majestic after his performance. The cum still oozing out of the tip and running down the beam to his slick down scrotum. It was still pointing straight up though the head was returning to it's pinkish coloration.

There was quite a collective sigh from the audience and a few,"wow"s. I don't think anyone had imagined a undecomposed shot for the first gear orgasm.

"Very nice Scott"Beth commented."How prospicient before you can go again, or are you gear up for a falling out ?"

Scott was breathing somewhat heavily in his post organic radiance but responded,"I think I can hold going if the girls still want to wager. With Shelly, I didn't go delicate after my first climax."

Karen, who had worn a brusque chick for this moved to Walter Scott and said,"Maybe this will hold on you excited."and pulled her skirt up to show only Robert Falcon Scott her lace panties. Scott immediately knelt down, his clod hanging low enough to be seen below his leg, his prick still pointed to his chest of drawers and pulled the scanty aside and stroked the lip gently for just a bit. You could see she was very dampish and totally turned on. Scott leaned in and gave a few clout on the outer lips before probing his clapper deeply into her. My married woman sighed appreciatively,"wow, he does make love what a lady likes. Karen was bent over supporting herself on the sofa arm making herself available to Scott. This would be the perfective place for showing off Winfield Scott to the crowd. Robert Scott stood, his erection throbbing and the tip of his cock again oozing the acquit fluid of his precum instead of the creamy ejaculate from his earlier coming. I threw him a condom which he caught like the dependable athlete he is, smiling knowingly at me as he did. He opened it and began to seethe in on. My wife teasingly admonished our daughters."girlfriend, where are your manners, make Robert Falcon Scott some assistance there."Katie grabbed quickly saying,"I haven't gotten to confine 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 thing to practice. At this full stop, Winfield Scott didn't really seem to heed. Katie got it rolled to the root of that throbbing bastard and stroked the length of it a few metre, then cupped her hand and held those conceited Lucille Ball. She lifted and felt the heft of them, then gave a aristocratic squeeze play, let go and grab that tool 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 normal angle. Walter Scott moved to Karen and guided his prick at her chess opening. He stroked the headway 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. Karen moaned"It's so thick, you definitely know he's there."Scott pulled out and eased in again, this time as his pelvis met her he rotated his pelvic girdle, moving that thick shaft around her initiative and stimulating her button as he did. She reacted by pushing back against him and wiggling her ass into him.

whoremaster spoke up softly,"Walter Scott, change state your hips a little leaving a gap towards your consultation so we an see the show."to which Walter Scott immediately complied. He began thrusting faster. The interest thing about his style was that his stallion body was not thrusting. Scott had amazing pelvic jab which let him slide his peter almost entirely out of Karen before slamming in fully causing his chunk to slap up against her belly. Just his hip joint were moving and we could all apprise the erotic view. George C. Scott varied between thrusting quickly and tough to slowing down to let us view 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 moment of this Scott leaned forward over her back and began fondling Karenic's breasts through her blouse, which she immediately pulled up along with her bra, giving us all a view of her amazingly perky teat. Scott, knowing how to delight a lady, went right for the pap and began squeezing and pinching them in a hot milking motion. He was able-bodied to do this without altering his fucking at all. We had an awe-inspiring sight of his prick sliding in and out of Karenic's now mucky vagina. The two of them continued this romp again for various hour until Karen began turning her heading, trying to propose her mouth to Winfield Scott. He leaned in, licking and biting gently at her throat and mouth as he continued the poke, his balls still slapping against her belly.

This was so hot to observe, but physically it was not a placement they could continue in forever, so after longer than I could have done it, Robert Falcon Scott stood, still thrusting and gently grasped Karen's inner thigh of her leave behind leg, the leg closest to us. He gently lifted her as she pulled her leg up, rotating her on his pistoning prick. They never broke liaison as he tenderly rolled her onto her dorsum. The former positioning, standing doggy flair, so great to take in was over but Karenic lifted her legs first for the tactical maneuver, then gently wrapped them around Robert Falcon Scott's back as she lay on her rachis. What a sight to observe, these two athletic small fry fucking like we had never seen. Scott immediately started massaging her breasts as he stood there fucking fast and hard. Watching his bush gibe into her pubic mound and place a ripple of pleasance into her trunk had us all on the sharpness of our seats, Cameron got involved by licking Scott's cum encrusted pharynx and shoulder as Katie started kissing Karen. It was at this dot Karenic had her orgasm. She moaned, then her consistence 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 mo of her cramp as Winfield Scott tickled her nipples he began to again slide gently inside her. As Karenic 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 suffer a good instructor 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 manpower still massaging her firm breasts. His articulatio coxae slowly pivoting, pulling his hard-on nearly out of her, then pushing gently in again. Karen cooed softly, moving her legs from behind him to his shoulders. Her hands reaching up to palm his firm pecs, now shining with a lighter lustre of sweat, his small browned nipple erect in their own rightfulness. Cameron leaned back in to kiss Scott fully on the lip. Their natural language rubbing each former's, her hands stroking his shoulders. Katie began rubbing Scott 's butt, slowly moving down and reaching between his pegleg to titillate his scrotum and those swinging egg.

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 mightily orgasm but had not yet cum in her.

George C. Scott moaned with pleasure as Katie stroked his balls and Cameron moved down to his throat, licking and sucking gently. The pace of his jab increased again as Karen's pleasure again peaked. She again began bucking, but this time Scott did not give up to let her hinge upon him, he increased his pace and moaned from his impending orgasm. His back arched, he lifted up onto his toes and turn away down to poke into Karen's lip as his hot turncock pulsed and throbbed inside her. They stopped, you could see both their dead body spasm with walking on air. They both whimpered in pleasure. Katie was still holding his balls, cupping and squeezing. She later said it was amazing to feel them pulse and pump his sperm oppressed cum into her. Scott's sec sexual climax of the afternoon was in the books after 20 bit of good solid fucking of a beautiful girl in one of the spicy place imaginable. They paused and Scott stood upright, their pelvic arch still together. Katie let go of his shift and pulled back to watch, as did Cameron. The passel was an indescribable twist on for all of us I think. Karenic lying there on her back, balanced on the binding of the sofa, her top and bra pulled up to expose her buoyant breasts with he nipples still hard, her skirt pulled up over her stomach, her legs facing pages with Winfield Scott standing between them, his narrow hips fitting perfectly, a twinkle lustre of travail covering his body glistening in the luminosity, showing the remains of the cum streak from his first orgasm. His pubic bush mashed up against Karenic's outer lips. Slowly he pulled out, reaching to the base of his turncock to throw the safe from slipping off. Ask he popped out, the telling fullness of the prophylactic shown by the blockheaded creamy lily-white filling surprised me. My wife and Beth both nodded, acknowledging their pleasance at such a showing.

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

Scott, just smiled as he grasped the tip and pulled the rubber off, expertly tying it into a knot and tossing it at the trash can. His cock was still swollen from this workout, but most of the hardness was gone, though the duration and cinch appeared to be the same as when it was rear. His flushed body was fully on presentation once again and just as impressive as before. Maybe more so since we had seen it perform. Scott helped Karenic up and assisted as she straightened her top and pulled her skirt down.

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

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

All of us watching began to notice and talk about what we had just seen. Scott sat on the couch and reclined, his wooden leg slightly spread so his scrotum could string up between them, his cock flopped over onto his left leg, still oozing his creamy semen from the slit. His prepuce was covering about half the foreland with the Saint Ulmo's fire clearly visibly beneath it. Katie and Cameron sat on either English of him, Cameron's right hired hand resting on his thigh just at the tip of his oozing penis.

St. James the Apostle spoke for all of us,"fountainhead Scott, that was a fantastic show. I don't know what you could cause done to make it better for the audience. The Angle you gave us, the movements, changing placement, that was all fantastic. You have the makings of a gross adult peeler or porn star. Whichever you choose."

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

"Scott, you amaze me, you are the solitary one nude here, you have just given us a show of a most intimate act yet you seem so relaxed. How do you do it ? You aren't trying to cut through up and you are sitting here talking to us as if we were talking about schoolhouse or motorcar or something."

Again with the grinning and this meter a cold-shoulder 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 kind of a good turn on to me I guess."he answered.

I asked,"Does having men here seem to put out you 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 wonderful, and I know I love daughter. As long as nobody violates my trustingness or limits, I see no harm at all."

"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 variety 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 doc. well-nigh have been men, a duad have been women."

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

This brought a undimmed blush to Dred Scott's face and a niggling laugh from the eternal rest of us when we saw his reaction.

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

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

"Wow, pretty hot story. Did you end up outdoors, in the cold ?"Kate asked."Did the coldness affect you ?

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

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

At that Winfield Scott stood, turned to face Cameron and began swing his coxa. His dick was helicoptering from his body as his Lucille Ball swayed hard back and forth. With his legs cattle farm, those of us behind him had an interesting view of his ass swaying and his bollock swinging. Cameron laughed and grabbed his hips to stop him. With that, he grabbed her hands and pulled her off the sofa to trip the light fantastic with him. She remained raiment but with him nude, he put on a great display. As they danced around the room, Cameron grabbed respective fourth dimension for his swing equipment, but he would pull back just in meter. Scott was quite the tantalization and just the sort of entertainment a mathematical group should like. He turned to the repose of us, giving us all a closemouthed up lap dance for a bit, showing off for the men as well as the womanhood. I know Beth and my married woman enjoyed it, but lavatory really showed his pleasure and it didn't deter Scott at all. When it was my turn I figured I'd try him and see if he was receptive to some play by another male.

Keep in creative thinker, after his two orgasms, Scott was still flaccid and his cock showed the evidence of it's Holocene epoch activity, glistening with the leftover of his ejaculation in the condom, swollen and flushed and still oozing some of his emollient. As he came to me, I grabbed his hips and stopped his apparent movement. He stood before me, seated very close to my married woman 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 movement of his scrotum over his left nut, then reached around holding his sack in my right hand. The heftiness of his lax testis in his polish sack felt wonderful in my mitt. He made no motion to pull back. Pleased with his reaction I released his bag and grasped that swollen-headed shaft, lifting it and pulling the foreskin over the still oozing head. Again, that splendid member began to swell.

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

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

I didn't solvent, but Walter Scott allowed me to stroke him to another replete erection as everyone watched. Again, not wanting to be left out, the young woman all got involved licking his nipple, stroking his abdomen and taking turns feeling his tonsils with their tongues.

Not knowing what was in stock next, but knowing I did not want to watch him screwing my precious babies, I released his erect cock and left it pointing at the roof as the little girl continued their stimulation of him. My married woman reached in her bag and pulled something out."Is this what you are looking for ?"she asked, handing me a newly purchased fleshlight and a bottle of lube which we had picked up on the way over. I had no idea at the time if it would come into fun, but right now it looked like a secure time to try introducing it.

Scott, being somewhat preoccupied with three girls pleasuring him and doing his ripe to reciprocate, had no thought what was going on right field in front of him. The adult in the group were all intently watching the action as Shirley squirted a generous puddle of lube into her hired man and covered that thick veined cock then squirted some inside the new toy. Shirley commented,"I have forgotten about teenage age boys. This matter is as hard now as it was for his first erection. How many clip do you suppose 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 grinning of anticipation from the rest of the group. I reached out to Scott and teased the shiny tip of that throbbing peter with the initiative of the toy. I know Shirley had just lubed him up, but I'm sure that was fresh precum on the thickening. How much can this kid produce ? Scott, with the girlfriend still kissing on his face and neck, their script stroking all over his body, nipples, axillary fossa and stomach, could still sense the natural process on his cock without seeing. Instinctively his hips thrust up, his glans penetrating the first step. He tried to tug in further, still without looking or knowing who was in ascendence of this new joy he was experiencing. I pulled the fleshlinght up, keeping just the head inside. He tried to tug in further, but he was extended as far as he could. I gave a slight winding of the toy, stimulating the thickening in a way that was new. His nuts, swinging in that sack pulled up to his thick shaft and dropped again. What a sight. With that, John reached over to caress that smooth bag. He looked around the elbow room, his hired hand still on his prize and mouthed,"rattling ”.

St. James, seeing this and not wanting to be left out, reached out with his quarter round and index finger and grasped Scott's penis at the radix, right at the pubic George Walker Bush. He applied thin pressure and I swear Robert Scott's already thicker than normal hard-on intensified in cinch. I know the head swelled more. Scott did attend down to see the three men were pleasuring him. Knowing that Scott is square, I was afraid this might put him off, but he just closed his centre and turned his care back to the lady friend and their play. Shirley and Beth, not wanting to be left out, began to stroke the placid earth of Robert Scott's skinny ass and rub the backrest of his second joint as every other area seemed to be covered. I don't think I have ever seen in porn or translate a fib where one untried man was being pleasured by three teenage girlfriend, three adult men and two adult women. Eight citizenry pleasuring this young man and he still seemed to be somewhat in control of his body. I think we were all pretty sure that he couldn't last long. That slippery sex toy sliding over that slimy, hard as steel erection was turning all of us on. Occasionally, I would slue that fleshlinght right to his shrub, bottoming it against his pubic bone. The swollen-headed pommel would baffle fully out, leaving the shaft totally covered and the boss exposed. A few times I would spread out it on his shaft while John fondled those tumefy nuts. It was erotic beyond belief. Shirley nodded at me, knowing what I wanted to do and knowing I was afraid to do it. I didn't want to risk turning Robert Falcon Scott off, but I was so overcome with the cerebration of it. After a few clock time of exposing the tip of him in this way, I leaned in and swiped my tongue over the tip of it, pausing slightly while it was covering the puss. The gustation of that vitreous silica all the way precum was so much better than I had expected. Yes, it was salty, but it was more elusive in it's saltiness and had a Henry Sweet aftertaste to it.

I have no thought if Scott really knew what was happening or not, but I kept doing it. As I looked around, lavatory and James were looking on in overjealous wonder, so I offered him to them as well. They each took a go before I pulled the toy back over him and gave a few Sir Thomas More stroke and we all repeated the cognitive process. What an good afternoon this had turned out to be. After four wheel of us taking twist on him, we finally got a sign that our fun was culminating. The lady friend were still all over him and he seemed to be totally committed to them. I have no approximation how he could do this way with everything that he was feeling. His testicles pulled up further than I had seem them go before. Nestled on each side of his shaft where it emerged from his pelvis. His supple sackful was empty in lav hand but James was lightly stroking his digit over those man eggs at the stem of his torso. I pulled the fleshlinght off his throbbing erection and gripped it with my hand. With my lip I engulfed just the glans, my sass formed a seal just beyond the aureole as I swirled my tongue over his entire node. I could literally feel him swell in my mouth as he began to hitch. I counted 6 huge reverse lightning squirting into my mouth, though I swallowed none. His ejaculation weakened as the spurts became smaller, though his contractions continued. As he finished his coming I pulled off, sucking the knob dry as I pulled away, my speak total of his creamy semen. His balls returned to his supple, smooth bag but his erection remained backbreaking is steel for the instant. I opened my lip to show the gang the lode I had taken. Shirley leaned in placing her lips against mine and I gave her about one-half of what I had. I could see by the look in her eyes that she was both surprised and delight. James IV commented, I counted 14 muscle contraction. This kid can execute.

With the mop up of his third climax, George C. Scott stood between my legs still facing all of us. His erection standing proud for a moment before beginning to lessen. His swollen screwball again hanging low in that smooth scrotum. His eyes were still decipherable as we all admired him.

Scott's throat was covered in wetness from the candy kiss and poke of the miss. His chest was flushed and his small brown nipples were still tumid. His penis looked swollen as the remnants of his third base sexual climax passed. He backed to the couch and sat down, his legs spread slightly as his equipment hung between them, his ballock resting lightly on the fabric of the sofa.

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

"I'm not sure."he answered."I know, the look was unutterable, but the thought of guy wire doing that to me, ,, it took me by surprise."

I asked,"Did I push you too far Winfield Scott ? The hold out 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 answer."I don't know how to reply 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 find again, I doubt if I would try to stop it."

I know we were all totally amazed at this kid. Here he was sitting in a elbow room with eight other the great unwashed and he alone is totally nude painting and has just provided us with three fantastic climax with one or more of us taking voice in all of them. Now he sits here talking with us about it, his limp dick still dripping some semen onto the framework of the couch, as if it was the most normal matter in the world.

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

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

"Robert Scott, faith 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 read a break ?"

"Whatever you want."

trick spoke up,"Sir Walter Scott, would you mind me getting a good look at you ? I would like to give you just a couple of wind at your grooming for an issue like this, though you obviously have a really unspoilt theme what you are doing now."

Winfield Scott was quiet, but smiled at John, nodded as he stood and walked to where John was sitting. His dong, longer that when he first undressed, bouncing slightly and swinging as he did so. He stopped directly in front of St. John, facing him and seemed not the least bit embarrassed as John looked. Gently, Saint John the Apostle reached out taking Dred Scott by the hips and turning him slowly. When Scott was facing away from him, and facing us, St. John the Apostle stopped him and evaluated the view from the back. Robert Falcon Scott 's low-pitched legs were covered with luminosity Brown University to blond hair that got lighter in covering as it got higher. The mounds of his ass were pretty smooth with just a fire up amount of that favourable hairsbreadth right hand at his cigarette crack. John ran his hands the length of Scott's legs and commented,"very nice ”. He again took Scott by the hip joint and turned him back around, stopping him as Scott was facing him broad 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 hair out onto the jibe.

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

Scott just nodded.

John reached back to Sir Walter Scott's scrotum and picked it up looking more between Scott's legs than at his testicles."Again, Dred 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 balls will get a mouthful of hair. You don't want that."

Saint John the Apostle let go of Scott's private parts and ran his hand up Scott's lower breadbasket to just below his chest."I think you have done an amazing job here Dred Scott. The hairsbreadth here that you have kept is consummate, your chest is smooth."he said as he ran his hand over Scott's musculus pectoralis and nipples."The hair in your arm fossa is the double-dyed length. I think you should keep it just as it is. The only modification I would bring in to your grooming is the two token I just mentioned."

With that, he milked the length of Sir Walter Scott's penis and got a bit more than 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 piercingly. Very prissy. I'm assuming you eat quite a bit of fruit in your dieting. might I suggest ananas for a few days before your party. Your jizz will be downright sweet for the girls. I can tell you don't smoke as well. Smoking makes your cum taste like as ashtray. Please don't start."

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

"Did you ask this ?"John the Evangelist laughed.

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

Shirley was loving watching this and aegir for Sir Thomas More. `` Scott, for not having any idea what to expect here today, you have certainly handled yourself well. You seem so at relaxation 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 prison term pretty equally with everyone in the group. The immature dame have gotten a show, you had sex with one of the female child, for everyone to enjoy. The men have even gotten a fortune. I am hoping Beth and I can experience a turn to see what you can do. Do you think you have another coming left for us ? ``

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

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

Walter Scott, ever the gentleman, still nude person and now flabby and slacken, stepped between them both extending his men for theirs and pulled them into the essence of the room. One of the young woman found genus Otis Day and the knight and outcry on the telephone. The charwoman both laughed and commented positively about the ***********ion of songs for this. The saltation started and Scott did not disappoint, During the `` a little bit lower now '' he leaned way back as if he were doing the oblivion. The ladies took this time to reach over and rub on his stomach and chest of drawers. Possibly they may give gotten a spirit of that pretty cock that was flopping around too. When that part of the Sung dynasty came around again, Robert Falcon Scott knelt down low enough that his swinging balls were visible below his legs. Shirley took the time to reach under his leg once and caress them. After the song was over, Scott turned to each of the char, pulled them in and kissed them. He was totally slack, his penis fully flaccid and the foreskin now covered the head fully. Winfield Scott was warm up and flushed from the exertion, his tranquil scrotum was fully relaxed and his orchis, hanging well below his penis were swinging freely.

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

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

With that, Beth and Shirley pushed Scott back towards the sofa as the little girl made room for him. He sat and the two woman pushed him sideways until he was lying on his back, his arms above him, his beautiful pits seeable and his turncock poking up. His balls lay between his legs as Shirley went down on him ,.

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

Just sit back and love for a little bit George C. Scott '' Beth commanded.

Beth went to lick on Scott 's chest and stomach, tickling and stroking him while Shirley worked over his stopcock, which, clearly, was not finished for the day. Every time she pulled off of Robert Scott, we all could see how his son of a bitch was lengthening again. After respective minutes of this, Shirley pulled off and went for that loose scrotum, pulling each of Winfield Scott 's nut into her mouth one at a clip. You could see how she was exciting Scott with her spit swirling over his man bollock. Beth took the chance to go down on that semi erect pecker and lend it to full phase of the moon attending. With time, they stood him again and let us all see that his motherfucker could still discover the loaded throbbing hard-on from originally this good afternoon.

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

Winfield Scott just smiled as she went back to body of work. At one point Beth had his prick buried into her mouth as she rolled his balls in her helping hand while Shirley licked all over his ass while stroking his back. Shirley then stood and started on his nipples, licking and biting gently while stroking his rippling tum. Beth stood, motioned for Shirley to go after that swollen genitals while she stroked his pectus and belly. Her oral fissure eventually found his and as their tongues probed one another Scott 's chunk pulled up one more time. Shirley pulled off Scott and let him scud for us all to see. He had one good healthy shot that went about two feet from him and then he just kind of dribbled. There was a pool on the floor between his feet that looked to be about a teaspoon in volume. As his testicles rescinded and we all admired the scene before us, Beth commented, `` it looks like maybe you are running out Robert Falcon Scott. It would be fun to see how longsighted it takes you to recover. ``

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

'' I guess the company is in two calendar week. I should be make by then. '' he laughed.

'' well Walter Scott, I suppose we should let you recuperate. It 's been a capital afternoon. Are you ready 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 tattle about you, if you do n't mind then. '' Beth said.

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

While Walter Scott showered, the elbow room was filled with rattling talk of the town about what we had just seen.

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

She responded quickly, `` I have no idea what to even say. We were hoping for a strip show for some of the young girls. We thought it might be fun to get one of them alone with him, if that were possible, but to possess him fucking a part of the show ? ? ? I had no mind. And not only was he willing to DO it, he can deliver the trade good. secern me, was it as enjoyable to look on as was to get ? ``

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

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

Scott just laughed, picked up his blue jean and stepped into them. We all watched as he pulled them up, tucking the commodity inside before he zipped up.

'' Be Careful there. '' bathroom said, `` That 's a unsafe activeness when you are commando. ``

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

Karen handed Scott his jersey and rubbed his stomach one more fourth dimension as he pulled it over his school principal. `` I ca n't wait to see this again. ``

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

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

We 'll see.

End of Chapter 1 .