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 mouth watering as he stared at her luscious mound, her prominent labia framed by dark curls. He applied the sunscreen along her tan line just above the thick hair and began to slowly rub the oil into her soft skin. He covered every inch of white flesh, marveling at the curve of her hips and the feel of her wide pelvis. Another squirt of oil and he moved down to her legs. She sighed contentedly as his hand moved back and forth, caressing the tanned skin of each leg alternately. She spread her knees a bit further, and he focused his attention on the softness of her inner thighs. His eyes were locked on her pussy as her labia parted, giving him an unobstructed view of her opening and revealing a few telltale drops of moisture.

“My turn,” said Mrs. Lain, her voice a bit husky. Her legs were spread wide, her feet on either side of the chair. Matthew sat down between her knees and applied a liberal amount of sunscreen to her hips and abdomen. The hair on her pussy was lighter than the others, matching the blonde hair on her head, and thinner, leaving her open lips more exposed to his view. With no hesitation this time he reached out and began to massage her warm skin. Using both hands he followed the contours of her hips and inner thighs before finally daring to run his fingers through the soft down above her opening. She sighed and squirmed a little bit as he stroked and petted the blonde fur before, slowly and tentatively, he allowed one finger to trace the pink outer lips of her pussy. She gasped and raised her hips up off the chair as he ran the tip of his finger up and down her wet opening, feeling her moisture as he lightly caressed her soft petals.

“Now me,” said Mrs. Vega with a giggle. Matthew looked over to see her watching him intently while she caressed and fondled her own boobs. She smiled a big smile as he walked over, and pulled her knees up towards her shoulders, spreading her legs wide and exposing her thick curly black bush to his view. Matthew went right to work, spreading the sunscreen all over her wide hips and open thighs before turning his attention to the forest of black curls between her legs. Mrs. Vega truly had a bush; a thick dark tangle of curls that barely allowed her swollen pink lips to show through. He played about, combing through her hair with his fingers and parting the fur to reveal what lay hidden beneath. She shivered as he gently spread her labia, revealing her pink tunnel, and allowing a pale white fluid to escape. He dipped his finger into the liquid and traced its path back up to its source, parting her lips and making her twitch as he flicked across the hard nub at the top. Then, as one hand caressed her hip, he bravely pushed one finger inside her warm wet opening. He slid inside easily, her pussy tight and hot around his finger. She gave a loud groan as he slowly moved his finger in and out, marveling at how hot and slippery she felt. A second finger slid in easily, and she gasped and clutched the arms of her chair as she began to push her hips up to meet his probing digits.

“Yes, yes, yes! Right there!” she cried out as his thumb found her clit hidden among the tangles of her muff. “Yes, don’t stop, don’t stop!” She gasped with every word, grinding against his fingers until, with a cry that set the neighbor’s dog barking, her body spasmed and her pussy clenched, covering his hands with a sticky, fragrant liquid. After a moment, her cries faded, her spasms receded, and she collapsed back into the chair, a satisfied grin on her face.

“Good boy,” she said softly as she pushed him away. The other women clapped, and Mrs. Phillips whistled.

“Congratulations!” said Mrs. Lain, smiling brightly. “You made a woman cum for your very first time.” But Matthew wasn’t listening. His attention was focused on the sticky fluid coating his fingers. He sniffed at it, enticed, then stuck out his tongue and gave a tentative lick.

“Tastes good, doesn’t it?” said Mrs. Phillips with a wry smile. “Come here and drink from the source.” He looked up to see her sitting in her chair, her skin flushed, one hand tweaking a nipple while the other teased at her dark bush. His cock was so hard he could barely walk, but he made his way over, and knelt in front of her, positioning his face only a few inches from her open pussy. She was clearly excited and visibly wet, her pink lips glistening in the afternoon sun. Unsure of what to do, he stuck out his tongue and tasted his very first pussy. She shivered as he licked her pink opening from bottom to top. She spread her legs wider, and began giving him instructions.

“Yes, yes, up and down, just like that. Mmmmm, oh yes. Now in circles. Yes, just like that, ohhhhhh that’s good. Now push your tongue inside. Ohhhhhh! Deeper, deeper! In and out, yes, yes, faster, faster. God, yes! Now my clit, oh, oh, oh!”

Her moans and cries continued but became inarticulate as she pushed her hips up, grinding her pussy into his mouth. He needed no more urging. His tongue furiously lashed at her clit, and as he pushed a finger inside her, she raised her hips and fell off the edge of her climax. Her thighs clamped together as she came, trapping his head between her legs, his face still buried in her spasming pussy. He never stopped licking, nor even slowed down, as he tongued her through her orgasm and out the other side, stopping only when her legs loosened his head, and she collapsed back into her chair.

“Very impressive, young man, you’re a natural,” said Mrs. Lain. Her knees were up, her legs spread, and she was clearly ready for her turn. Eager to please, Matthew crawled over to her, staying at eye level with her beautiful pussy. On all fours, he looked up at her from between her legs. Across the plain of her flat stomach and framed by her firm boobs, he could see her face, relaxed and happy, lips parted in anticipation. He turned his attention to her pussy, inches from his nose, her thin blonde bush framng a narrow slit that was already leaking, the hard nub of her clit visible at the top. Keeping his eyes open, he leaned in and began to lick his second pussy of the afternoon. Mrs. Lain was quieter than Mrs. Phillips, saying nothing, but sighing and moaning softly as she teased at her erect nipples. Matthew put what he had learned from Mrs. Phillips to good use, slowly tonguing around the outside of her opening until she began to move her hips up to meet his mouth. Then he licked straight up and down the center, pushing his tongue in between her pink lips and flicking her clit at the top of each upstroke. He soon had her panting and grinding up into his questing tongue. Then he opened his mouth wide and tried to cover her whole pussy, thrusting his tongue as deeply as he could and licking wildly before aggressively tonguing her clit.

"Yes, yes, don't stop," she said, the words coming in breathy gasps. Then, a few seconds later, her orgasm took her. She came quietly, breathing heavily and trembling and shivering as he slowed his tongue to match. She breathed deeply, lost in a post-orgasmic bliss as he softly licked at her labia for a moment more.

"Me! Me! Me!" he heard from Mrs. Vega. He grinned eagerly as he crawled over to her, the juices of two pussies dripping from his chin. She had already had an orgasm, and the thick curls of her dark muff were sticky with her creamy girl cum, now beginning to dry in the hot sun. She moaned loudly as he went to work, sticking his tongue deep inside her wide-open pussy and swirling it around. Her juices began to flow immediately, and she nearly screamed the first time he touched her clit. Soon she grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face into her hot pussy. She ground her clit into his tongue as she came, tensing her thighs and locking him tightly in place, his face buried in her crotch. The thick hair of her luxuriant bush filled his nostrils as a hot sticky flood filled his mouth. She held him there as she spasmed, her moans setting the dog next door barking again.

When Matthew sat up, his face was wet to the eyebrows with three layers of savory girl cum, a few drops from his chin even landing on his chest. Mrs. Vega lay splayed across her chair, her legs wantonly spread, wet to the knees, her pussy a sticky mess of white cream. She grinned at him and giggled, a little bit dazed by the power of her orgasm. Matthew got to his feet, not quite sure what to do next. His cock stuck straight out in front of him, barely impeded by his thin shorts.

"Poor boy's fit to burst!" said Mrs. Lain. "We can't leave him like that. After all, he's been so good to us all day."

"I agree," said Mrs. Phillips with a smile. "You look uncomfortable, Matthew, pull those shorts off. It will feel a lot better." He hesitated just a fraction of a second before complying, pulling down his shorts and briefs in one swift motion and throwing them aside before he could change his mind. His cock was finally free, and stood out long and hard, caressed by the afternoon breeze. She was right. It felt much better.

"Very nice, Matthew," said Mrs. Phillips as she stood up. "That's a cock to be proud of." She walked towards him slowly, her boobs bouncing gently with each step. Now she was standing in front of him, so close he could smell her recent orgasm, her large nipples mere inches from his chest. "I want to be the first woman to touch your cock. Would you like that, Matthew?"

He nodded, his mouth suddenly dry again.

"Good," she smiled as her hand gently closed around his hard, aching shaft.

To be concluded...