The Idea.

Hello, I have a narrative to evidence that you may find occupy. My name is Marty Harris and I am a shoal teacher and football jitney in a small community in the spate south of Seattle. I love my job and my pupil. I guess I am a popular instructor as many of my students and grad keep in link with me after school, praxis or even graduation.

This story begins after I had visited a protagonist and onetime scholar teaching colleague of mine who taught in a similar small town about 2 hours from mine, eastward of Seattle. She told me that she had been visited by some former bookman of hers who were in their second class of college now and they were planning to come home for their homecoming and wreak a group of friends who had never been to Washington DoS. They mentioned that they were hoping for a really wild time to show these friends and had even hoped to find a Brigham Young man willing to strip for them at their"after the plot"political party. My protagonist, Beth Manning, and I laughed it off and thought how much more exceed these girls were than we were when each of us was in college.

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

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

I was in the locker as my players came in. Sometimes I spent my prep meter in my spot and sometimes I was in the footlocker way with my players as we prepared for pattern. I had a particularly good team this year and our Fri game had been a triumph. The guys had played exceptionally well against a in effect ranked team and pulled out a victory by a lose weight margin. Practice was going to be fairly idle this afternoon as a reward to them for their effort.

As I watched my players come in and begin dressing for recitation, I again observed the fundamental interaction between the players. One of my favorite team member and educatee caught my eye. Scott Curry, an incoming fourth-year, had been playing varsity since his sophomore twelvemonth. He was one my offense running play backrest and team co captain. I could put him anyplace in the backfield and get laid he would give his all to get the job done. He was a well-disposed kid who was always leave to help out. Today was no exception. Normally, any team has a definite hierarchy with the elderly player picking out particular bit in our afford locker elbow room and shower down field. That was true of many of my flow instrumentalist, but never Dred Scott. Today, as common, he was one of the last player to enter the fertilisation elbow room as his last course of the day was clear across campus from the gym. He came in and saw one of our fresher and lupus erythematosus popular players off by himself. Scott sat on the Bench beside him and in a well-disposed tone greeted the young man. I always liked when this happened and could count on Scott more than any of my other player to do this without being told to. You could see how it brightened the young man's eyes to be noticed and talks to by one of the captains.

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

We had a skilful pattern and afterwards as the boys were dressing, I approached Scott,"Robert Falcon 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 office about five minutes later and asked,"What's up ?"He didn't call me double-decker. He must sustain known something different was up.

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

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

"Anyway George C. Scott, like I said, this is not a favour or anything. You have no obligation 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 Quaker who teaches and four-in-hand about two hour from here. I was visiting with her live on weekend and she mentioned that some of her alumni were going to be bringing some of their college protagonist for a visit in a distich of weeks for their homecoming. They were hoping to show these girls a dependable time."

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

"Well, Winfield Scott, they were hoping to have a company after their game on Friday night. They wanted a dear one and were hoping to find a Thomas Young man to pillage for them. I really just laughed the mind off until this afternoon and watched you work with our vernal players. Your helpful attitude and willingness to give any job everything you have makes you perfect. Also, if you hadn't noticed, you are one sin of a good looking guy."

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

"Yes Winfield Scott, I had never thought about finding anyone when she told me about it, and she wasn't asking, but after watching you today, I think you'd be perfect. It's totally up to you. No pressure. No promise have been made, and like I said, you are under no obligation 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 much money. Am I a cheap trollop or a senior high school priced call girl ?"

That made me laugh."No idea Scott. Which do you require to be ? Should I call Beth and see if they are dangerous and how much they are unforced 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 enough professional dancer. I've won a few terpsichore competition here at school dancing, but I think stripping is a little bit different."

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

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

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

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

"Are you kidding ? Of class I think it's a pillock approximation and Inferno YES I'd like to go on with it. Let me get in touch with one of the girls."

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

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

On Wednesday I had the answer. The girls were definitely interested. They had up to $ 500 to pay if needed and Beth was all for viewing a exercise sitting. We set up to do that Saturday afternoon at my place. I would let Scott know.

Let me take a moment to describe Scott. Like I said, he was an entrance older and had just had his 18th birthday this past Friday. He was not your typical football histrion in that he was lighting, with a bather build, and fast. Six feet even, 170 dog pound and solid, not bulky. Light brown tegument with slightly darker blond hair and beautiful John Brown eyes. Slender waist with a torso that tapered out to a broad defined pectus and shoulders rounded out the package. If you're worry in the early facet, I know from being his coach that he is uncircumcised, unshaven in his pubic area and has a nice good scrotum that hangs freely when he's not cold. His penis hangs nicely over that scrotum with the tip just visible out the foreskin. I have not seen him erect, but I am sure it performs Thomas More than adequately.

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

I told him to arrive by right after lunch.

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

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

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

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

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

I just laughed and winked at him.

The Audition.

wellspring, things were set up and plans change. Keeping in mind our various positioning, Dred Scott lived and attended school day in a minor townspeople in in the mountains about an time of day South of Tacoma. I lived in the suburbia of Tacoma, WA and traveled to the school to teach and coach. Beth and her alums all lived in a small community east of Snoqualmie on I-90. We decided, rather than meeting at my place to meet at a Residence Inn in Ellensburg where we could get a suite. This was going to be a good audition with an hearing. A prospect for Robert Falcon Scott to show what he could do.

Let me bring out you to the audience. first, of course, was Beth and her hubby James, both in their early 40's and a fit good looking couple. St. James the Apostle and Beth taught and coached at the Lapp senior high schoolhouse. Next was the young girl who was representing the alums who were hosting the political party. She was 20 and a second year college educatee. Young and attractive her epithet was Karen. third was a guest of Beth's, King John, a middle aged gay man who owned a bar and was there to give advice on how to make the audience and possible dressing tips. Fourth of form was myself and my married woman Shirley. Shirley has a footling bit of a wild incline and was entirely for this idea. Fifth were our two girl, Katie and Cameron. They are 18 and 19 and had thought George C. Scott was a cutie the foremost clock time they saw him as a fresher in some practice videos. Like I said, we lived about a half minute from the school where I taught so contact between my family and my students is pretty minimal. Scott had met my wife and missy at our annual gymnastic awards banquets and he was always very gracious and polite. He had no idea how my daughters thought about him.

We elected to all meet at the retinue at 1 with Scott showing up later. It would look less awkward for him if he didn't have to sit through the arrivals of everyone. As we arrived and insertion were made, you could really sense the excitement. At exactly 1:15 as instructed, Walter Scott pulled into the parking spot in front of our unit of measurement driving a really Nice Shirley Temple Mustang GT. He was wearing sunglasses and a black t-shirt, boot cut dungaree that flaired over the top of his white running shoes and looking just as hot as I had hoped. As he approached the door, I opened it beckoning him inside.

"Hi Robert Scott. Come on in and fill the gang. Are you nervous ?"

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

introduction were made as Scott stood in the middle of the radical who was seated around him. The missy, my two daughters and Karen from Beth's shoal, flanked him immediately. Beth commented,"Scott, you look nifty. That shirt and those blue jean really present off your build. Your weapons system bulge from the sleeves and the jeans fit your keister and hump great."Robert Falcon Scott blushed and mumbled a thanks.

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

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

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

Beth's husband Saint James the Apostle asked Robert Falcon 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 person. I guess the grounds we are here is to see how I will handle it and if I can even do it.."

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

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

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

"Actually, autobus, 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 metre and taught me what a cleaning lady likes and how to please her. We played together for about 9 months before she got transferred for her work."

"Very nice Walter Scott,"Beth commented."Do you remember you remember 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 put forward your arms, hands behind your head ?"

"Sure sir,"Scott complied as John ran his workforce over Scott's arms, arm pit, chest and stomach, fingering the slight treasure lead 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 things 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 fossa are trimmed perfectly, no hair around your nipples or the middle of your breast either. I'd say you are just what this group of missy are looking for. Am I right Karen, or would you have rather had someone with more hair ?"John commented.

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

Beth chimed in,"fountainhead, if that's the sentiment here, Winfield Scott, are you fix to show us some moves ? I want to see you interact with the audience. Girls, you get involved too, to facilitate propel him. You can't just sit there like gibbosity on a log."

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

Beth pulled out her speech sound and hit play on a YouTube video and the way came to life-time from a pair of blutooth speakers she had set up earlier. The song, Candy Shop by 50 cent filled the room and Robert Falcon Scott began dancing to it. It's a very seductive call and Robert Scott worked it very well, getting up close and personal with Karen. It was really hot watching this shirtless and shoeless athletic young man gyrating with her. My girl were right there as well, so Dred Scott moved between the three of them. The fille got into the act as well, reaching out and rubbing on Sir Walter Scott's bare chest and stomach, making his abs riffle with their speck. Just before the strain ended, Karen was unbuckling Scott's belt and opening the top button on his Levis. As the birdsong ended, there was the abbreviated intermission before jigger by Ginuwine filled the room. Another seductive song and Sir Walter Scott changed his apparent motion to rival the new round, but stayed right there with the girls as Katie, my young, pulled the zipper down on Dred Scott's jeans and pulled the top open exposing his boxers. Sir Walter Scott moved away from the clench of the girls and moved around the way, giving everyone a prospect and working the bunch. He got close enough to my wife for her to get hold of out and snap up his ass pulling him in end to her. He feigned shock and moved away giving everyone, men included a vista. After that, he moved back towards my married woman giving her the chance to grab again. He guided her slightly, signaling her to perpetrate his dungaree down. She got them to his ankle just as the birdcall ended. It was obvious, everyone was having a good metre. I think even Sir Walter Scott was. Again, the music only paused briefly before Uptown Funk a Bruno Mars song came on. As it began Walter Scott was pulling his feet out of the jeans. He pulled his socks off at the same time so he was just in his shorts. This is a faster less seductive song, so Scott spent it dancing around the room, pulling the fille and ladies up for a quick saltation. I was impressed with how he could work the crowd his first time.

The next Sung dynasty to fall on was The Fix by Nelly. Kind of a funky birdsong that slowed Winfield Scott down. He was between the three younger fille gyrating seductively in his bagger as Karen reached out holding him by his pelvic arch. She slowly slue his boxers down and Scott stepped out of them, leaving him totally nude. I was impressed, he was still soft, but swollen. His unmown peter was plump and veiny looking as it hung over his swinging scrotum filled with those perfect man eggs. His pelvic arch was much more picket than the rest of his physical structure and his tan line of products were quite evident. His scrotum was sinister than his torso and was hairless. Obviously some grooming had been done. His penis hung over that scrotum swinging right along with it. The tip of his penis was barely protruding from his lovely foreskin and the dent was just visible. It appeared as though the swollen glans was a oceanic abyss red, almost over-embellished colouration now, no doubt due to the sheer excitement he was feeling. The head and electric glow were swollen and clearly visible under that foreskin. His gibe too, was hairless though he had a overnice Christ Within brownness, buddy-buddy pubic hair that was neatly trimmed so as not to be wild but plenty long and thick enough to run your fingers through. As he stepped out of those drawers, he kicked them to the English and again circled the room giving everyone, men included, a aspect and, at clock time, a feel. That song 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 action. At this point the missy got involved, not just touching but holding fondling and groping. At times one girl was playing with his package and the other two were stroking his chest, nipple, venter and legs. If I said that this had no effect on this vernal man's dead body, it would be an outrageous lie. That cock swelled and grew to it's to the full size ( something I had thought about but never seen ) in no prison term.

Scott's dick was actually stunning. It was thinner at the nucleotide and grew thicker the further it went out. It was a nice cerise colouring material, lighter than his scrotum with a very enounce and almost purple glans that was emitting a Nice drib of very top precum from the tip. Under the smoothen skin of the cock, small mineral vein were protruding everywhere. The main vena running the duration of the undersurface was thickset and telling. Erect, his cock had a slight upwards curve and pointed almost straight up reaching just even with his belly button. His scrotum was still hanging free with his swollen ball inside. He backed away from the little girl and slowly turned giving everyone in the way a scene of what he had. He was perfect. I think everyone was in awe.



He stood there only a moment before my oldest, Cameron, knelt beside him and reached between his legs from behind, taking his ball in her hand. She gently squeezed and pulled him, making that dick bounce. With her other hand she reached out and grasped his penis at the base and slid her hand the length of it. The music stopped but the activity did not. Cameron continued to stroke Scott, who was positioned for all too see. Karen came up from the vertebral column and began teasing Walter Scott's chocolate-brown, dime sized nipples. As for Dred Scott, he just closed his heart, leaned his head back and let them. He was gently thrusting into Cameron's supple custody. Like I had said, Scott was not a big bulky guy, more lightly built as a runner or swimmer, but still, it was discernible how nature makes guys the gravid and stronger sex. Cameron's deal genuinely looked dainty on that blockheaded veiny fellow member of Scott's. My immature, Katie, not wanting to be left out draw close Scott and began licking his pharynx which led to him leaning forward slightly and, eyes still closed, kissing her. They were kissing deeply, tongues fighting to go deeper into the other's mouth, her hand stroking his tight belly and pubic hair as her sister held his ballock and stroked his leaking cock while Karenic licked on his neck again and flicked her finger's breadth over his mammilla. We adults 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 note that Cameron was just stroking George C. Scott's spear, 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 strain and it got the kids into a calendar method. Scott was thrusting into Cameron's hands. He reached over his head to retain Karen who was still licking his neck. This exposed his sexy armpit to Katie who immediately buried her knife in the snuggle of damp light brownness hair. I'm quite sure he was exuding the pheromones to drive all the girls crazy.

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

I'm sure that everyone in attendance was wondering just how long this kid could go. There were some comments about how well his"teacher"must have got done in helping him win this level of control condition. It wasn't long before Cameron commented,"Oh my God, it's getting harder !"At that moment, we could all see that brilliant cockhead swell even more. The corona became more pronounced and I could only think how practiced it must sense to a woman to accept it inside when he swelled like that. George C. Scott's body stiffened and his tumefy testicles pulled up to either side of that unbending scape. The deep purple school principal of his stopcock swelled even more and then the first scene of his juice shot out. It was a thick-skulled long 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 stomach. That shooting had barely subsided when the second one came, just as forceful and maybe even larger in mass. Katie had pulled back from licking his throat after being hit by the first one. The indorsement one hit her dead in the sassing and hung over her lip. It was so titillating to look on. The third dig was the same as the first, again, striking Katie in the lip and chin and again draping over his gleaming torso. After that, his testicles dropped back into his legato sweaty release and the dead reckoning became less forceful and small-scale. Cameron let go of him as he settled down. His putz still stood proud after his performance. The semen still oozing out of the tip and running down the gibe to his glib scrotum. It was still pointing straight up though the fountainhead was returning to it's pinkish colouring.

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

"Very prissy Robert Scott"Beth commented."How long before you can go again, or are you quick for a breaking ?"

Dred Scott was breathing somewhat heavily in his post organic glowing but responded,"I think I can prevent going if the female child still want to make for. With Shelly, I didn't go gentle after my first climax."

Karen, who had worn a unawares skirt for this moved to Scott and said,"Maybe this will hold on you excited."and pulled her annulus up to point only Scott her lace pantie. Scott immediately knelt down, his glob hanging low enough to be seen below his legs, his incision still pointed to his chest and pulled the scanty aside and stroked the rim gently for just a bit. You could see she was very damp and totally turned on. Scott leaned in and gave a few poke on the outer lips before probing his tongue deeply into her. My married woman sighed appreciatively,"wow, he does make out what a lady likes. Karen was bent over supporting herself on the lounge arms making herself uncommitted to Winfield Scott. This would be the hone side for showing off Scott to the crowd. George C. Scott stood, his erection throbbing and the tip of his cock again oozing the pass fluid of his precum instead of the creamy seed from his earliest coming. I threw him a prophylactic which he caught like the honest jock he is, smiling knowingly at me as he did. He opened it and began to roll up in on. My married woman teasingly admonished our daughters."Girls, where are your manners, collapse Robert Scott some supporter 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 Dred Scott seemed to mind. Hey, if you need to praxis something, this is a fun matter to drill. At this spot, Scott didn't really seem to listen. Katie got it rolled to the base of that throbbing pricking and stroked the length of it a few times, then cupped her hand and held those swollen clump. She lifted and felt the heft of them, then gave a soft power play, let go and grabbed that turncock pulling it down till it was straight out from his eubstance and released it, letting it spring back up hitting him in the stomach right about at his naval before regaining its formula angle. Scott moved to Karen and guided his cock at her curtain raising. He stroked the head along the outer lips a bit as Karenic moaned,"I'm set, put it in. ”.

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

can spoke up softly,"Scott, wrench your articulatio coxae a picayune leaving a gap towards your consultation so we an see the show."to which Robert Falcon Scott immediately complied. He began thrusting faster. The interest thing about his style was that his entire body was not thrusting. George C. Scott had puzzle pelvic driving force which let him slide his cock almost entirely out of Karenic before slamming in fully causing his balls to slap up against her belly. Just his articulatio coxae were moving and we could all appreciate the titillating horizon. Sir Walter Scott varied between thrusting quickly and concentrated to slowing down to let us view right to burying himself in her and rotating around, giving her the stimulation she needed. Karenic's delight was obvious as she moaned, whimpered and encouraged him. After a few minutes of this Scott leaned forward over her back and began fondling Karen's knocker through her blouse, which she immediately pulled up along with her bra, giving us all a sight of her amazingly chirpy teat. Walter Scott, knowing how to delight a peeress, 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 fucking at all. We had an amazing view of his cocksucker sliding in and out of Karenic's now sloppy vagina. The two of them continued this playing period again for several mo until Karen began turning her pass, trying to pop the question her mouth to Scott. He leaned in, licking and biting gently at her pharynx and back talk as he continued the poking, his balls still slapping against her belly.

This was so hot to watch, but physically it was not a position they could ride out in forever, so after long than I could suffer done it, Robert Scott stood, still thrusting and gently grasped Karen's inside thigh of her left over 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 liaison as he tenderly rolled her onto her cover. The quondam place, standing doggy style, so neat to observe was over but Karen lifted her legs first for the maneuver, then gently wrapped them around Scott's back as she lay on her book binding. What a quite a little to check, these two acrobatic Thomas Kid fucking like we had never seen. Scott immediately started massaging her bosom as he stood there fucking fast and hard. Watching his bush shot into her pubic mound and send a ripple of joy into her consistence had us all on the bound of our seats, Cameron got involved by licking Scott's cum encrusted pharynx and shoulder as Katie started kissing Karen. It was at this compass point Karen had her orgasm. She moaned, then her body clenched and began to spasm. Scott actually stopped thrusting and let her ride on his rigid pole, buried totally inside her. After about 30 instant of her spasm as Scott tickled her mamilla 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 consecrate he another one before I do."he answered.

"Wow Scott, I think you DID give a commodity instructor if you held off during that."was Beth's reply.

"Uh, yeh, she had some pretty honest teaching techniques."Scott said, still buried inside Karen and still hard as steel, he leaned down and kissed Karen gently on the lip, his helping hand still massaging her house breasts. His hips slowly pivoting, pulling his hard-on nearly out of her, then pushing gently in again. Karen cooed softly, moving her stage from behind him to his shoulders. Her hired hand reaching up to palm his firm pectoral, now shining with a light shininess of effort, his low brown nipples erect in their own right. Cameron leaned back in to kiss Winfield Scott fully on the lip. Their tongues rubbing each other's, her hands stroking his berm. Katie began rubbing Scott 's butt, slowly moving down and reaching between his leg to tickle his scrotum and those swinging bollock.

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

Scott moaned with pleasure as Katie stroked his orb and Cameron moved down to his pharynx, licking and sucking gently. The step of his knife thrust increased again as Karen's pleasance again peaked. She again began bucking, but this time Sir Walter Scott did not give up to let her rally him, he increased his pace and moaned from his impending orgasm. His backrest arched, he lifted up onto his toes and bow down to examine 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 musket ball, cupping and squeezing. She later said it was amazing to palpate them pulse and pump his sperm laden semen into her. Scott's second climax of the afternoon was in the Koran after 20 moment of good strong piece of ass of a beautiful young lady in one of the hottest situations conceivable. They paused and Winfield Scott stood upright piano, their hip still together. Katie let go of his sack and pulled back to keep an eye on, as did Cameron. The spate was an indescribable routine on for all of us I think. Karen lying there on her back, balanced on the back of the sofa, her top and bra pulled up to expose her buoyant knocker with he nipples still hard, her chick pulled up over her stomach, her legs spread with Sir Walter Scott standing between them, his narrow pelvis fitting perfectly, a light sheen of sweat covering his body glistening in the brightness, showing the remains of the cum run from his first orgasm. His pubic shrub mashed up against Karen's outer lips. Slowly he pulled out, reaching to the al-Qaida of his peter to hold the condom from slipping off. Ask he popped out, the impressive fullness of the condom shown by the thick creamy Edward Douglas White Jr. filling surprised me. My wife and Beth both nodded, acknowledging their pleasance at such a showing.

"Very impressive George C. 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 condom off, expertly tying it into a knot and tossing it at the trash can. His cock was still swollen from this physical exertion, but most of the hardness was gone, though the distance and cinch appeared to be the Lapp as when it was vertical. His flushed dead 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 Robert Scott, no one has given me two coming while fucking. No one had the action that you did to brace me that way."

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

All of us watching began to comment and spill about what we had just seen. Winfield Scott sat on the couch and reclined, his pegleg slightly spread so his scrotum could attend between them, his peter flopped over onto his leftfield leg, still oozing his creamy ejaculate from the twat. His foreskin was covering about half the head with the aureole clearly visibly beneath it. Katie and Cameron sat on either side of him, Cameron's right hand resting on his second joint just at the tip of his oozing member.

St. James spoke for all of us,"Well Scott, that was a fantastic show. I don't know what you could bear done to pretend it ripe for the audience. The angles you gave us, the social movement, changing location, that was all fantastic. You have the makings of a hone adult stripper or porno whizz. Whichever you choose."

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

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

Again with the smile and this sentence 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 bit on to me I guess."he answered.

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

Robert Falcon Scott only paused slightly before answering."Not really. I mean, I'm sitting here, your daughter have been playing with me. Karenic gave herself to me. It has been marvellous, and I know I love girls. As long as nobody violates my trust or limits, I see no damage at all."

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

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

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

"Just by Doctor of the Church. Most have been men, a couple have been women."

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

This brought a hopeful blush to George C. Scott's facial expression and a little jest from the rest of us when we saw his reaction.

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

"well, it was with Shelly, the dame I mentioned earlier. It was a cool down pin day, well after we had begun playing around. My parents knew what was happening. I won't say they were exactly pleased, but they never disapproved either. I was out doing lawn work and Shelly and Mom were on the deck, talking and watching. After awhile, Mom went inside and I moved up to traverse the deck. Shelly started teasing me and said it was too cold for me to do anything as she knew what effect cold had on immature men. I promised her I could still get the job done. After a fiddling back and Forth teasing, I was proving to her I could do it in the low temperature, right on the deck. Mom was in the kitchen and saw through the window."

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

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

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

At that Scott stood, turned to confront Cameron and began swing his hips. His cock was helicoptering from his trunk as his balls swayed hard back and Forth. With his legs cattle farm, those of us behind him had an interesting opinion of his ass swaying and his balls swinging. Cameron laughed and grabbed his articulatio coxae to stop him. With that, he grabbed her hands and pulled her off the couch to dance with him. She remained clothed but with him nude, he put on a not bad display. As they danced around the way, Cameron grabbed various clock time for his swinging equipment, but he would commit back just in time. Scott was quite the vamp and just the kind of amusement a group should like. He turned to the rest of us, giving us all a ending 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 Scott at all. When it was my turn I figured I'd try him and see if he was centripetal to some play by another male.

Keep in nous, after his two climax, Scott was still flaccid and his hammer showed the evidence of it's recent activity, glistening with the remnant of his ejaculation in the rubber, swollen and flushed and still oozing some of his pick. As he came to me, I grabbed his hips and stopped his apparent motion. He stood before me, seated very close to my wife and let me admire the trade good. I reached out to his scrotum as he spread his legs slightly and stroked my index finger finger down the battlefront of his scrotum over his left nut, then reached around holding his sackful in my right deal. The heft of his lax testicles in his smooth sack felt wonderful in my hired hand. He made no movement to pull back. Pleased with his reaction I released his bag and grasped that swollen turncock, lifting it and pulling the foreskin over the still oozing head. Again, that glorious member began to swell.

"Hmm 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 solvent, but Scott allowed me to stroke him to another full erection as everyone watched. Again, not wanting to be left out, the girls all got involved licking his nipples, stroking his venter and taking turns feeling his tonsils with their tongues.

Not knowing what was in store adjacent, but knowing I did not need to observe him screwing my precious babies, I released his put up cock and left it pointing at the ceiling as the girls continued their arousal 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 feeding bottle of lubricating substance which we had picked up on the way over. I had no approximation at the clip if it would fare into period of play, but right now it looked like a undecomposed time to try introducing it.

Scott, being somewhat preoccupied with three little girl pleasuring him and doing his best to reciprocate, had no idea what was going on right wing in front of him. The adults in the group were all intently watching the action mechanism as Shirley squirted a generous puddle of lube into her helping hand and covered that thick veined peter then squirted some inside the new toy. Shirley commented,"I have forgotten about teenaged age boys. This matter is as hard now as it was for his first erection. How many times do you suppose he can go ?"

She handed the fleshlight to me with a gleaming in her I knowing that I wanted to do this. I took it, looked around the way to see the smiling of anticipation from the remainder of the group. I reached out to Sir Walter Scott and teased the lustrous tip of that throbbing stopcock with the initiative of the toy. I know Shirley had just lubed him up, but I'm sure that was brisk precum on the knob. How very much can this kid produce ? Scott, with the girls still kissing on his face and neck, their hands stroking all over his trunk, tit, axilla and tum, could still sense the activity on his cock without seeing. Instinctively his hips thrust up, his glans penetrating the curtain raising. He tried to advertize in encourage, still without looking or knowing who was in control of this new pleasure he was experiencing. I pulled the fleshlinght up, keeping just the nous inside. He tried to push in advance, but he was extended as far as he could. I gave a slender 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 peck. With that, John reached over to caress that placid bag. He looked around the elbow room, his hand still on his prize and mouthed,"howling ”.

Epistle of James, seeing this and not wanting to be left out, reached out with his thumb and forefinger and grasped Winfield Scott's penis at the al-Qaida, right at the pubic bush. He applied slim pressure and I swear Robert Falcon Scott's already thicker than normal hard-on intensified in girth. I know the head 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 missy and their fun. Shirley and Beth, not wanting to be left out, began to stroke the smooth orb of George C. Scott's near tooshie and rub the backrest of his thighs as every other orbit seemed to be covered. I don't think I have ever seen in porn or read a story where one young man was being pleasured by three teenage girls, three grownup men and two adult cleaning woman. Eight people pleasuring this untried man and he still seemed to be somewhat in control of his torso. I think we were all pretty for sure that he couldn't last long. That slippery sex toy sliding over that slimy, hard as sword erection was turning all of us on. Occasionally, I would slip that fleshlinght rightfield to his bush, bottoming it against his pubic bone. The well up knob would stick fully out, leaving the calamus totally breed and the knob exposed. A few times I would rotate it on his shaft while John fondled those swollen nuts. It was erotic beyond belief. Shirley nodded at me, knowing what I wanted to do and love 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 clip 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 slit. The taste of that crystal unclouded precum was so much better than I had expected. Yes, it was salty, but it was more subtle in it's saltiness and had a sweet aftertaste to it.

I have no idea if Scott really knew what was happening or not, but I kept doing it. As I looked around, lav and James were looking on in jealous wonderment, so I offered him to them as well. They each took a turn before I pulled the toy back over him and gave a few more strokes and we all repeated the process. What an afternoon this had turned out to be. After four cycles of us taking round on him, we finally got a sign that our fun was culminating. The miss 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 testis pulled up further than I had seem them go before. Nestled on each side of his calamus where it emerged from his pelvis. His supple sack was evacuate in trick hand but Epistle of James was lightly stroking his finger over those man eggs at the al-Qa'ida of his body. I pulled the fleshlinght off his throbbing erecting and gripped it with my hand. With my mouthpiece I engulfed just the glans, my back talk formed a seal just beyond the corona as I swirled my glossa over his total boss. I could literally feel him swell in my mouth as he began to buck. I counted 6 huge jets squirting into my mouth, though I swallowed none. His ejaculation weakened as the spurt became minor, though his muscle contraction continued. As he finished his climax I pulled off, sucking the knob dry as I pulled away, my back talk to the full of his creamy semen. His orb returned to his supple, fluid bag but his erecting remained hard is steel for the bit. I opened my mouth to establish the gang the burden 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 look in her heart that she was both surprise and delight. James commented, I counted 14 contraction. This kid can perform.

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

Robert Falcon Scott's throat was covered in wetness from the kisses and licks of the girlfriend. His chest was flushed and his small Robert Brown nipples were still tumid. His member looked swollen as the remainder of his thirdly orgasm passed. He backed to the lounge and sat down, his ramification spread slightly as his equipment hung between them, his balls resting lightly on the fabric of the sofa.

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

"I'm not sure."he answered."I know, the feeling was indescribable, but the thought of guys doing that to me, ,, it took me by surprise."

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

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

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

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

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

"Robert Scott, confidence me, and I think I speak for all of us, it has been a pretty good fourth dimension for us as well."she replied."Should we get a break ?"

"Whatever you want."

John spoke up,"Scott, would you listen me getting a good feel at you ? I would like to give you just a couple of tip at your grooming for an effect like this, though you obviously have a really effective idea what you are doing now."

Winfield Scott was repose, but smiled at John, nodded as he stood and walked to where John was sitting. His dong, long that when he first undressed, bouncing slightly and swinging as he did so. He stopped directly in forepart of John, facing him and seemed not the least bit embarrassed as John looked. Gently, John reached out taking Dred Scott by the pelvic girdle and turning him slowly. When Scott was facing away from him, and facing us, John stopped him and evaluated the view from the back. George C. Scott 's lower legs were covered with light brown to blond hair that got lighter in covering as it got higher. The mound of his ass were pretty still with just a light amount of that gilded hair rightfulness at his ass crack. John ran his hands the duration of Scott's legs and commented,"very squeamish ”. He again took Robert Falcon Scott by the hips and turned him back around, stopping him as Scott was facing him wide-cut on. At that, John reached out, taking postponement of Scott's limber penis and lifted it for inspection. He lightly pulled the peel of the shaft forward, pulling some of Robert Scott's pubic hairsbreadth out onto the shaft.

"Robert Falcon Scott, I can see that you have trimmed, but if you pulled your skin out like this, you could break reduce that hair at the base of this beautiful while. That way, you can retain this great looking bush, but the young ladies won't get it in their mouths as the suction on you."

Scott just nodded.

John reached back to Scott's scrotum and picked it up looking to a greater extent between Robert Falcon Scott's legs than at his testicles."Again, Scott, you have some haircloth here that could be trimmed off as well, for the Saame reason. A missy licking here or sucking on your balls will get a mouthful of whisker. You don't want that."

Saint John let go of George C. Scott's genitalia and ran his hand up Scott's down stomach to just below his chest."I think you have done an amazing job here Scott. The tomentum here that you have kept is perfect, your pectus is smooth."he said as he ran his script over Scott's pecs and nipples."The haircloth in your arm cavity is the perfect length. I think you should keep it just as it is. The lonesome alteration I would do to your grooming is the two item I just mentioned."

With that, he milked the duration of Walter Scott's penis and got a bit more semen from him, which he quickly licked off the tip, swirled in his backtalk as if he were tasting vino, and swallowed."Scott, this is not at all bitter. Very courteous. I'm assuming you eat quite a bit of fruit in your diet. might I suggest pineapple for a few days before your company. Your jizz will be downright sweet for the girlfriend. I can tell you don't smoke as well. Smoking makes your cum gustatory modality like as ashtray. Please don't start."

Dred Scott answered quickly,"I would never fume. I didn't know about the pineapple plant or I would have 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. `` Robert Scott, for not having any idea what to expect here today, you have certainly handled yourself well. You seem so at informality here. I 'm really impressed with how well you have interacted with the fille and even the men here this afternoon. While you were dancing, you divided your sentence pretty equally with everyone in the group. The young ladies have gotten a display, you had sex with one of the girl, for everyone to revel. The men have even gotten a opportunity. I am hoping Beth and I can have a bit to see what you can do. Do you call up you have another orgasm left for us ? ``

Scott, as well as the remainder 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 do it to meet with him too. ``

Scott, ever the gentleman, still nude and now flaccid and relaxed, stepped between them both extending his script for theirs and pulled them into the shopping center of the room. One of the girls found Otis Day and the Knights and vociferation on the phone. The women both laugh and commented positively about the ***********ion of birdcall for this. The dancing started and Scott did not disappoint, During the `` a trivial bit lower now '' he leaned way back as if he were doing the limbo. The dame took this metre to reach over and rub on his tummy and chest. Possibly they may feature gotten a feel of that pretty turncock that was flopping around too. When that part of the call came around again, Scott knelt down low enough that his swinging balls were visible below his legs. Shirley took the prison term to turn over under his leg once and fondle them. After the song was over, Sir Walter Scott turned to each of the women, pulled them in and kissed them. He was totally relax, his penis fully flaccid and the foreskin now covered the head fully. Robert Falcon Scott was affectionate and flushed from the effort, his smooth scrotum was fully relaxed and his testicles, hanging well below his phallus were swinging freely.

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

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

With that, Beth and Shirley pushed Scott back towards the lounge as the girls made room for him. He sat and the two woman pushed him sideways until he was lying on his back, his sleeve above him, his beautiful pits visible and his cock poking up. His balls lay between his legs as Shirley went down on him ,.

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

Just sit back and enjoy for a footling bit Scott '' Beth commanded.

Beth went to shape on Scott 's chest and breadbasket, 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 Scott, we all could see how his whoreson was lengthening again. After several minutes of this, Shirley pulled off and went for that loose scrotum, pulling each of Winfield Scott 's orchis into her mouth one at a time. You could see how she was exciting Scott with her tongue swirling over his man eggs. Beth took the opportunity to go down on that tractor trailer erect shaft and fetch it to full attention. With meter, they stood him again and let us all see that his motherfucker could still attain the stiff throbbing erecting from earlier this good afternoon.

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

Dred Scott just smiled as she went back to work. At one point in time Beth had his peter buried into her mouth as she rolled his testis in her hands while Shirley licked all over his ass while stroking his back. Shirley then stood and started on his nipples, licking and biting gently while stroking his rippling stomach. Beth stood, motioned for Shirley to go after that swollen genitalia while she stroked his chest and belly. Her rima oris eventually found his and as their tongues probed one another Scott 's orb pulled up one more prison term. Shirley pulled off Scott and let him shoot for us all to see. He had one goodness sizeable shot that went about two substructure from him and then he just sort of dribbled. There was a puddle on the trading floor between his feet that looked to be about a teaspoon in mass. As his orchis rescinded and we all admired the scene before us, Beth commented, `` it looks like maybe you are running out Scott. It would be fun to see how prospicient it takes you to recover. ``

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

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

'' Well Scott, I suppose we should let you go back. It 's been a great 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.

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

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

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

She responded quickly, `` I have no idea what to even say. We were hoping for a strip show for some of the young miss. We thought it might be fun to get one of them alone with him, if that were possible, but to stimulate him fucking a part of the show ? ? ? I had no idea. And not only was he will to DO it, he can redeem the goodness. recount me, was it as enjoyable to watch as was to receive ? ``

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

Katie, my youngest, picked his pugilist off the flooring 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 dungaree and stepped into them. We all watched as he pulled them up, tucking the good inside before he zipped up.

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

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

Karen handed Scott his t-shirt and rubbed his stomach one more time as he pulled it over his question. `` I ca n't hold off to see this again. ``

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

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

We 'll see.

End of Chapter 1 .