Matthew groaned as Mrs. Phillips touched his cock. She didn’t stroke, just held him firmly in one hand, and kissed him as the other two ladies approached. “Nobody wants just a hand job,” she whispered, and sank to her knees in front of him. Mrs. Lain and Mrs. Vega ran their hands all over his chest, back, and ass as Mrs. Phillips ever so slowly took his hard cock in her mouth. He let out a ragged gasp as she worked her so...

Matthew sipped at the lemonade and picked up the suntan oil as the three ladies arranged themselves on the lawn chairs. The sight of three bare bushy pussies had brought back the butterflies in his stomach and sent his heart racing, but at least his mouth was no longer sandpaper. His cock throbbed in his shorts as he approached the nearest chair which happened to be occupied by Mrs. Phillips. Far from dry, he found his mo...

Summer at last! High school was over, and Matthew had graduated last month with a respectable grade point average and would be off to college in September. He hoped the next four years would be better than the last. High school had not been kind. He had been a true geek. Being a member of the drama club, debate team, and an after-school ballet dancer had left him a social outcast. He had skipped the prom and had never bee...