I grew up in a fairly normal category in a small town just outside of Mile-High City. My brother, Winfield Scott, and I had bedroom on the second floor of our 2-story house, while my parents'bedroom was on the main level. Robert Scott and I shared a bathroom between our rooms, with adjoining doorway into the bath from each bedroom. We were usually pretty good about sharing and staying out when the other one was showering or on the toilette. For the most part, everything worked pretty well.

Scott went off to college when I was a sophomore in high schooling, but left the university to take some time off two age later, when I was a older in in high spirits school. My parents let him stay at place while he"found himself ”, and we ended up sharing the toilet between our bedrooms, just like before. I was pretty used to having all the privacy I needed while he was away, so I wasn't really sure how this was going to sour, now that we were both older.

By the time Sir Walter Scott returned home from college, I had developed into a fairly attractive brunette, with big, innate 36D boobs, a slim waist and curvy hips. I got a ton of attention from the boys at school and had already had respective senior high school boyfriends and even a mates of college-age boyfriends. I discovered that I enjoyed seeing, stroking and sucking tool, and I loved getting fucked. My current young man, Jeff, had a overnice 8"dick, which I adored. It was a good size of it, and he handled it pretty well, so I felt well and truly lie with whenever we were able to get together. When Jeff was busy, or at times when I didn't have a boyfriend, I spent a lot of fourth dimension masturbating and rubbing out sexual climax by myself in my room or in the shower.

I guess my buddy was a thoroughly looking guy….all my lady friend had crushes on him….and he had a gracious acrobatic cast, with full berm and a flat breadbasket. He had been a wrestler in high school day, so he had well-muscled arms and a tight, round ass, as well. I'd grown up with Scott always around and, from sharing a lavatory, I'd seen him in respective stages of undress over the years. But I never really looked at him in a physical or sexual way.…just that he was a presence I had to maneuver around and share a bathroom with. Now that we were older and he was living at habitation again, competing for toilet time seemed to be a bigger challenge than I remembered.

One eve Sir Walter Scott was taking a shower and I needed to get into the bathroom for something….I can't even call back what. But, I decided to slip quietly into the can and get what I needed, then slip out again without Scott knowing. Slipping in was easy, because we never locked our adjoining doors. Once I got inside, I peeked around the half wall and could see that Robert Scott was standing sideways to me in the rain shower stall, in everlasting profile, washing his hair with his eyes closed. The shower stall was clean chalk on three incline, so I could see Walter Scott's entire torso, as he stood under the spray rubbing shampoo through his scalp.

My jaw nearly dropped…I'd never actually seen George C. Scott's prick before, but there it was….a immense, thick, dangling dick. It was about 9"long, and stood out away from his flat torso, with a beautiful, politic bend to the shaft…its tip pointing down at the shower floor in presence of him. As he worked the shampoo through his hair, I held my breath and watched his semi-hard prick sway back and forth between his legs, jostled by the motion of his hands on his headspring. As he rinsed the liquid ecstasy out of his haircloth, I was thinking I should quietly allow the room, but I noticed that he kept his eyes closed and squeezed out more shampoo into one of his mitt. I decided to stay and see his bouncing dick for a few More transactions as he"rinsed and repeated"with more shampoo in his hair.

I wasn't expecting what happened adjacent. Scott didn't put the shampoo into his fuzz, instead - with his oculus still closed - he reached down and grabbed his dangling cock and began slowly stroking it, using the soap to lubricate his shaft.

Still in awe, I watched as Scott used one hand to hold the base of his tool, while using the other helping hand to stroke his stiffening rod. He let out a soft moan and began slowly rocking his coxa in rhythm with his pumping fist. I realized that, as I was watching, I had unconsciously slipped one hand into my step-in to flick my tingling clit, while using my former deal to gently pinch one of my teat through my nightshirt. Between watching Scott's handjob and my own manual efforts, my nipples were as hard as erasers, and my pussycat was absolutely drenched.

Scott began focusing on the bulbous head of his shaft, creating lather around the ridgeline, and thrusting his hips a little harder into each stroke of his hired man. Suddenly he let out a deep groan, and I watched - mesmerized - as watercourse after stream of whitish Edward White cum blasted out of his cock and splashed all over the shower wall in front of him.

holy shit, that was sexy ! ! !

Still toying with my mammilla and clit, I watched Scott - with his eyes still closed - finish pumping out the terminal few ropes of cum from his engorged penis….the final remnants of his orgasm dripping off the fingers of the hand that still slowly glided up and down his soapy shaft.

As Scott gently stroked his softening whoreson and caught his breathing space, I slipped silently out of the bathroom through my march door and closed it behind me. Once back in my bedroom, I pushed my pillows up against the headboard, pulled off my nightshirt and panties, then sat up against the pillows with the bottoms of my fundament close together and my articulatio genus spread wide-cut apart. This way my dripping pussy was completely exposed so my digit and pollex could work on on that orgasm I so badly wanted right then.

I began rubbing and pinching my throbbing clitoris and erect teat furiously. With my eyes closed, I pictured Scott's semi-hard pecker dangling between his branch, followed by his own hand jerking himself vertical, then spraying his cum all over the bathroom stall. I let out a guttural moan as I felt a howling climax rip through my entire body, shooting an electrifying charge from my sensitive clitoris to my rock tough nipple and back again.

After enjoying my acute orgasm for a piece, I slowly opened my centre, smiling at the image in my head that had pushed me over the bound and launched my orgasm. As my palpebra slowly opened, I was surprised…and then shocked…to see Scott standing in the material body of the spread out bathroom room access, leaning against the doorpost with a skanky smiling on his boldness and a towel loosely draped around his hips.

"What the nookie, Robert Falcon Scott ?"I yelled."Get out."

"Seriously, sis ? After you snuck into the privy and watched me jerk off in the shower, then had to come in here to rub one out….you're going to yell at me about ‘ getting out'?"He laughed and added,"I don't think so."

He walked over to where I sat on the bed, dropping his towel along the way, leaving his big hawkshaw swinging between his legs, banging against his thighs as he approached me. I noticed it was almost hard again, which made me smile because all of my swain were the Same way….they were constantly erect….even after cumming. His swinging cock seemed to hypnotize me - I just couldn't take my middle off it. I didn't even realize that my knees were still spread wide, exposing my absolutely drenched cunt to Scott's gaze as he sauntered over to the side of meat of my bed. I glanced at his fount and realized he wasn't focused on my wet vagina at all, but rather on my big, swaying boobs.

By the fourth dimension he reached the side of the bed, his prick was fully erect - again - standing straight out from his flat tummy in all its glory.

I looked up at his smiling face, reached out with my the right way manus and wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft and said,"Is this for me ?"

He laughed and said,"Yep."Then he grabbed both of my tits with his hands and began fondling and squeezing them, saying"If these are for me."

I laughed back at him and said,"Sure….help yourself."

So for the next few min, I stroked Sir Walter Scott's beautiful peter with one hand, while I rubbed my tumesce clitoris with my other. Meanwhile, Scott playfully slapped and pinched my jiggling boobs, occasionally leaning over to suck one tit into his mouth, then the other, using gentle nibbles with his teeth that sent shockwaves straight to my vagina and had me flowing like Niagara Falls.

After a piece, Scott grabbed both of my legs and pulled me over to the border of the bed. He stood by the bed and placed my legs over his shoulders. Then he lined the promontory of his rooster up with my dripping wet kitty-cat, and shoved his articulatio coxae forward, slamming his Brobdingnagian dick into me with one massive driving force. He started sliding in and out of my pussy - slowly at first-class honours degree - then picking up the pace. Before long he was pounding my aching vagina, driving me absolutely crazy as his pricking filled me completely and his nut pouch banged against my anus.

My God, that felt fantastic ! He was hitting all the right blot deep inside my cunt. I immediately launched into another amazing climax, moaning out my pleasance, as Scott hammered away between my legs….his eyes locked on my bosom bouncing up against my chin like water in a waving pool.

I put my hands over my head and just sway my rosehip in time with Dred Scott's poking, allowing my bosom to thresh about about on my chest for Scott to enjoy. About two second later another awful orgasm washed over me as Robert Falcon Scott continued to British pound away. As I enjoyed the ebbing esthesis of my latest sexual climax, I felt Sir Walter Scott suddenly grab my wooden leg - still draped over his shoulders - and pull them hard into his hips, slamming his peter as deep as it would go, as he exploded inside me, splashing several streams of cum all over the bulwark of my slit. He kept sliding his ray of light in and out of my pussy, shooting roofy after roofy of cum into me until it was leaking out around his dig and dripping down the crack cocaine of my ass.

Afterwards we both plopped down on my bed to charm our breath.

"sanctum shit, Scott….I had no estimate !"I whispered between gulps of air.

With a laugh, Scott said,"Well, I should order you that I've been dreaming of this ever since I got home from college….your boob are amazing….I can't take my middle off them."

I laughed back and said,"I didn't think you even noticed."

He smiled back at me and said,"Hard not to….they're immense, and they're gorgeous. I can't believe I finally got my manpower on them."

"wellspring, you can grab them whenever you want….as long as I can get my hands on that cock of yours, too."I giggled."It's pretty impressive….in fact it's bigger than Jeff's.…or any of my other boyfriends'I've had."

He grinned at me in response and said,"Of path, Emma. My shaft is your cock."And we both laughed out loud.

From that day on, Walter Scott and I found numerous opportunities to get his pecker into my sassing and pussy. Since my parents'bedroom was downstairs, we could usually pussyfoot into one of our bedrooms for a nookie or a quick blowjob even when they were habitation. When they were at body of work, we could make out more openly or even take showers together. I think showering together was probably my favorite. Scott would rub Georgia home boy all over my swaying boobs, while I lathered up his quill and stroked him until he was rock hard. Then he'd turn me toward the glass wall of the cascade and slam dance his pecker into me from behind…my favourite position…making my big boobs bounce against the glass as he pounded his prick into me until we both had amazing orgasms.

Dred Scott and I enjoyed fucking each early every opportunity we got until I left for college about a year later. During that fourth dimension, whenever Scott had a date, he usually snuck into my room after he got home. I was always amazed at how he could wax into my bed with a fully raise hard-on only moments after blasting a load of cum into his girl's twat or rima oris. And whenever I had a date, Robert Falcon Scott would usually come into my room when he woke up the next day with his morning wood in his hand, slapping me on the cheek with it until I woke up and gave him a morning blowjob.

Shortly after I left for college, Winfield Scott returned to school to finish his class employment and graduate, so our make out fourth dimension became restrict to when we were both home for holidays and between semesters.

After college, we both got married and now we both have shaver, but we still manage to mouse away from the group for a quickie now and then whenever the families get together. Robert Falcon Scott still loves playing with my big tits, and I still love having his vast dick stuffed inside me, although our opportunity have become a bit limited.

I love my husband dearly, and he is large in bed, so I have absolutely no ill. But I have to admit, my sidekick's turncock is the most beautiful and astonish cock I have ever experienced. That day I watched him jack off in the cascade is still one of my favorite store of all time .