It was pulsing, throbing hard.Phil grabbed his length in his hand, feeling the electricity sweeping down his body and concentrating in his balls. Yes,...his balls. The large and the heavy ones, loaded with the thick cream and aching, needing a release. Wetting his finger once again, he tickled his balls while his other hand moved up and down his rigid man meat. He was well aware to go slow to avoid the quick orgasm and losing all the fun. He let go his shaft and licked his palm several times and. Here we go again with the superlatives. I know I keep saying it, but it's the damned truth. I don't care how much experience you might have had, but every little step of your way with your Mother is the absolute best you will ever have.The first time your Mom puts her hand on your hard dick...well...you'll never have it better than that. She measured it with her hand, it seemed to me, and gave it a squeeze. "Feels pretty big, Billy. I've always wondered."I wanted nothing more than to get it out. Greg did very well in the tournament, as did the rest of his team. Greg won his weight class with almost no trouble, and defeated the final opponent by three points to one. The team took all but two weight classes, which their coach thought was very acceptable. That win brought them into the national championship tournament as the second seed. They had just over a month until the championships.The trio went out to dinner to celebrate. Greg was still sore from where the one point his opponent in. It was if a million little muscles were gripping Chance’s cock. A tiny conveyor belt of ripples and caresses travelled up and down his shaft. If he had been allowed, he would have blown a tremendous load into her right then.But his body was not in his control, and Laura wanted to be fucked. She NEEDED to be fucked.She withdrew and immediately plunged back onto his cock – her cock – and repeated the process. Driving him relentlessly against the wall in pure sexual pain.His hands, now released,.