The First Timers Club Pt. 03

Kayla and Courtney nodded their heads enthusiastically, and Brittney smiled recalling the scene, but Ashley expressed skepticism about my interpretation of the scene's moral.

"That seems overly aggressive to me."

"Why?"

"Just taking whatever you want? What if someone else got there first?"

"Competition's a fact of life. It'd be great if every situation was a win-win, but it's a little naïve to think that'll always be the case."

"I don't think it's naïve to want to be nice and let other people get what they want sometimes," Ashley retorted, sounding a bit defensive.

"I get that, but there's a cost to being nice, and when you're constantly stepping aside to let other people get what they want, you risk ending up with nothing for yourself. And after a while, people stop waiting for you to get out of the way and just start walking right over top of you."

She scrunched her brow and frowned as cognitive dissonance chipped away at the precarious foundation of her personal morality. I gave it another little nudge.

"Just because you're being nice to someone, doesn't mean you're being good to them. They're not the same thing. When you keep quiet and act submissive and constantly surrender to other people's will, you're not being a good person. Being a good person means confronting and dealing with people and issues directly, even when it's difficult or uncomfortable."

She shook her head, angered by the implication. "That's a terrible thing to say. There's nothing wrong with wanting to go along with what other people want. I actually care about how other people feel."

Could she really be that naïve? I gave her a sympathetic smile and softened my voice. "Going along with what other people want isn't a sign that you actually care about other people, Ashley. All it demonstrates is that you care more about what other people think of you which, when you really think about it, is actually pretty selfish."

Ashley sat aghast with her mouth hanging open, but the only retort she could muster was a frustrated grunt. The other girls shifted their gaze away, not wanting to get involved or show support for either side. Everything I'd said to Ashley applied to them as well, but the impact must have been blunted somewhat since I'd addressed it directly to Ashley.

Understanding that I'd incensed her by upending her perception of how the world should work, I offered Ashley a simple challenge.

"I don't pretend to have all of life's answers. You asked me a question, and I gave you the best answer I could, based on what I know. If you disagree, show me how your approach has resulted in a favorable outcome for yourself, and I'll happily admit I'm wrong and shut the fuck up."

A muted voice and a knock at the slider door saved Ashley from having to respond.

"Ashley? You know this door isn't supposed to be locked! Open it! Right now!"

The three naked girls scrambled for their clothes in a panic, but I held out my hand, bidding them to remain calm.

"Relax. I'll handle this. This is our sanctuary. No one's getting in, especially not that cunt."

I went to the door and pulled the blinds aside, just enough to see Erin's pudgy face on the other side of the glass.

"What do you want?" I asked, and she looked surprised to see me.

"You mind opening the door?"

"Why?"

She narrowed her eyes, but quickly got them under control and managed a defusing smile. "I want to talk. You got a second?

"No, I'm busy."

Her smile faltered and her demeanor became icy. "Well, make time. I need to talk to you. Now."

I turned to the girls and said, "Sit tight. I'll be right back."

I opened the slider and stepped outside, closing it behind me. Erin took a step backwards when she saw that I was naked. I stood with my hand on the door, waiting for her to speak.

"How's it going in there?" she finally asked after a long pause.

"What do you want, Erin?"

She appraised me and smirked. "You look even better in the daylight, you know that?"

"Was that it?"

"No. I just wanted to make sure you were still here. Are Ashley's friends in there too?" she asked, peering over my shoulder. It killed her not to know.

"You can see I'm here, so are we done now?"

Erin's face darkened, and her hand shot out like a cobra, gripping my balls in a vice-like grip. My knees buckled and I squealed like a third grader. She bared her teeth.

"Don't fuck around with me. You have until four, then I want to see you in my bedroom. Don't make me come looking for you."

She released her grip and turned to stalk back to the house. I collapsed to my knees, holding my throbbing balls. I struggled to fight back the gorge rising in my throat. Tears wet my cheeks, and, for a moment, I thought I might pass out. But the pain subsided, and I managed to get to my feet and shuffled back into the pool house.

Disregarding my request, the girls hovered in the kitchenette half-dressed when I walked in. Still cradling my balls, I shuffled past them and resumed my place in front of the television. They followed and sat on the sectional with their clothes bundled in their laps while I took a few deep breaths and did my best to gather myself.

"What the fuck was that all about?" Courtney asked. "Did your mom just crush his nuts with her bare hand?"

Ashley had about as much insight into the exchange as Courtney did, and she looked to me for an explanation. None of them knew the details of my arrangement with Erin, of course, and it would stay that way if I could help it.

"Don't worry about your mom, Ashley. I've got things under control."

"Yeah, it looks that way," Courtney said. "What the hell were you two talking about out there? And why the fuck did she attack you like that?"

They'd probably been spying on us but hadn't been able to hear much through the double-paned, gas-filled windows.

"She wanted to know where we were and I got a little smart with her, so she...let me know she didn't appreciate it."

They didn't believe me and, frankly, I wouldn't have believed me either.

"Why did you go out there naked in the first place, dude? And how come she didn't freak the fuck out?" Courtney persisted.

I glanced at Ashley, but she moved her eyes away. I guess she hadn't told them everything after all.

"She knows you guys are in here with me, and she knows we're having sex, so I wouldn't have expected her to be surprised or upset about me being naked. Okay? Now, is this really what you want to talk about with the little time we've got left?"

This revelation brought everyone but Ashley to their feet.

"She knows?" Kayla shrieked.

"What the fuck, dude? Are you kidding?" Courtney asked, appalled.

"Oh, man...," Brittney muttered, hugging herself.

"Everyone just calm the fuck down!" I yelled, and they quieted in an instant. "Sit down. Please."

Everyone grudgingly took their seats. I paced around a little, still working through the pain throbbing in my balls. The time to bring everyone up to speed had long passed.

"Erin and I have an arrangement, okay? She asked if I would be willing to teach Ashley everything I know about sex and to train her how to do it. So yes, she knows what's going on because she set it up. She doesn't know the details, of course, but she knows we're not just in here holding hands and talking."

Ashley's friends all turned to stare at her. She squirmed and looked down.

"You knew? Why didn't you tell us?" Courtney asked, her tone accusatory.

"Because it didn't have anything to do with you," I said, answering for her. "You three weren't supposed to be part of the arrangement. You all asked to be included after the fact, remember? Besides, it's better that Erin knows. She's helping to manage Clay and we don't have to worry about sneaking around. Everything's out in the open. Sort of."

I went to the fridge to grab another beer while the girls digested what I'd told them. My stomach grumbled. I hadn't eaten a thing since the party burger the night before. Maybe it was time to call it quits and just get the fuck out of there. When I returned, the atmosphere had grown decidedly brooding.

"So, what's the deal, ladies? Do you still want to do this, or what?" I asked testily. Low blood sugar had darkened my mood. When they didn't respond right away, I bent over to gather up my clothes. "You know what? Maybe I'm not the right person for this. Why don't you all figure your shit out and give me a call when you decide what you want to do. I don't have time to play daddy daycare to a bunch of scared little virgin girls jumping at their own shadows every five seconds."

What a manipulative prick I sounded like, but I couldn't help it. I was hurting and hungry and horny and hungover, and I'd run out of patience. Kayla came to me and took me by the wrist.

"Don't leave. Come over here and sit down."

I dropped my clothes on the ground and let her lead me to the sectional, all resistance sapped.

"Just sit back," she said. She quickly peeled off her panties, then pushed my knees apart and kneeled between them. Immediately, I began to grow.

"What are you doing?"

"I want to make you feel better, okay?" she said, unhooking her bra and tossing it aside. She placed her hands on top of my thighs and gave them a rub, her face a mask of sincere earnestness. "Teach me how to suck your dick."

"Kayla. You don't have to do that," I said for some stupid fucking reason.

"No, I want to," she said, and I raised a silent prayer of thanks. "You're right. We've been acting like scared little kids our whole lives and I'm over it. I'm ready to start going after what I want, and right now I really want to suck this dick, okay? So please, teach me. Tell me what you want me to do."

Chapter 16 - Blow the Man

Even without something to eat, my mood immediately improved. Kayla wanted to learn how to suck my dick? Might as well make it a group activity. I sat up a little and beckoned the other girls over.

"Come closer so you can see what she's doing." I patted the cushion next to me. "Courtney, you can sit right here next to me. Ashley and Brittney, why don't you two get on the floor next to Kayla."

Everyone shuffled around. Courtney pulled her feet underneath her legs and sat on her hip, resting her arm on the seatback. I put my hand on her thigh and she flashed me a little smile. Ashley and Brittney took positions to either side of Kayla, and a buzzing, nervous excitement percolated between them.

"Okay, Kayla, have you ever sucked a dick before?"

She stared intently at my cock and shook her head. "Not a real one."

"Dildo?" I guessed, and she nodded. "What about you two?" I asked Ashley and Brittney, and both girls shook their heads. "That's fine. We'll take it slow, then. Kayla, take hold of my dick, down near the bottom. You don't need to squeeze it hard, just enough to keep it under control. That's perfect.

"Okay, before we start, a quick tour of the cock. Starting from the top, this part up here is the head or the glans. It's the most sensitive part of my dick, basically the equivalent of your clit, and this is where you're going to spend most of your time. The hole at the tip is my urethral opening. Both cum and piss come out of it, but never at the same time, so you don't need to worry about that.

"Curving along the bottom of the head is the ridge. It's also very sensitive and moving your hand or your lips over it feels really good. In fact, that should be your primary method of stimulation. As you can see, the ridge doesn't go all the way around. It comes together here on the underside to form the frenulum. This area is also super sensitive and it's a great place to lick if you ever want to hear me moan."

The girls grinned at the prospect.

"Below the head is the shaft. It's not as sensitive as the head, but I can still cum just from stimulating it alone. It takes longer for me to get there, but the orgasm from it is fantastic. Those two guys hanging down below are my balls. They're not super sensitive, but they still crave your attention, so don't forget that they're there. You can massage them, lick them, or suck on them. Just take care with them, because squeezing them too hard is really fucking painful."

Brittney gave me a sympathetic smile. Ashley raised her hand but lowered it quickly when I looked at her.

"Can I ask a question?"

"Of course."

"Are they all so big?"

Courtney blew a laugh from her nose, but I squeezed her thigh to shoosh her.

"Some, but not many. Unfortunately, you guys are going to have to play this one on expert mode. The upside, though, is that if you can learn to take a dick this big, you'll be able to handle almost any other dick."

"It's not that hard," Courtney said. "You get used to it pretty quick."

Ashley's eyes widened and Courtney shot her a self-satisfied smirk. A competitive antagonism still existed between them, and I made a mental note to have a talk with Courtney about it later.

"Okay, are you ready Kayla?" I asked.

She took a deep breath and set her jaw, her face a mask of intense concentration. She adjusted her grip, licked her lips, and then nodded. Before I could say anything else, she leaned over to wrap her lips around the head. I took a stuttering breath and exhaled out a low, groaning, "Oh..."

For someone who's only experience consisted of practicing on a dildo, Kayla proved herself to be an adept little cocksucker. Even with a small mouth, she had no issue hinging open her jaws wide enough to take me deep. Before I knew it, the tip of my cock touched the back of her throat. Then she slowly pulled her lips back and withdrew me from her mouth with a soft noise.

She looked up, waiting for me to say something. I let out another long breath and said, "That was great. Keep going."

Her lips lifted into a happy smile, and she went back down on me, gliding her lips up and down over my cock. Her technique was simple but effective, a slow methodical pace, firm even pressure from her lips, and constant steady suction. She looked up frequently to check my expression, and made small adjustments based on what she saw. I slowed my breathing and leaned back to enjoy the show.

Kayla worked her mouth diligently over my cock with almost metronomic precision, and her small hand moved synchronously up and down over my shaft, in lock step with her mouth. Brittney and Ashley watched intently with looks of wonder on their faces as Kayla sucked my cock with such determined exactitude. The sensation was wonderful, and I could easily have allowed her to continue until she'd made me cum, but something seemed off about her performance. It seemed so utilitarian and lacked any spontaneity or excitement. She didn't approach it as something fun or pleasurable or exciting, but as a job to get done.

She must have noticed the change in my demeanor because first she increased the speed of her lips and hand gliding over my cock, then slowed and finally stopped.

"Did I do something wrong?" she asked.

"No, it feels really good," I said.

"What then?"

I laughed. "It's just...are you enjoying yourself at all?"

She looked at me funny. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know, you just seemed so preoccupied by what you were doing."

She struggled to comprehend my meaning. "No, I liked it a lot. I just...wanted to make sure I was doing a good job," she explained, and I smiled at her.

"You were! It felt wonderful. It's just...where's the passion?" I asked, and she frowned with misunderstanding. I addressed all three girls.

"Have you ever been really hungry, like starving hungry? And then you ate something delicious, like a slice of pizza or something?"

"Yeah. Sure," Brittney said, and the others nodded agreement.

"Think about how you reacted when you took that first bite. Did you close your eyes and take a deep breath and smile as you chewed? Maybe even moaned a little because it was so fucking delicious and tasted like the best thing you'd ever eaten in your life?"

All three girls silently nodded.

"That's how you should approach sucking a dick. Like you're starving for it. Like it's the best thing you ever put in your mouth and your pussy aches because you love it so much and you don't think you can ever get enough. I should be able to see it on your face and in the way your lips and tongue and hand move over my cock. I should be able to hear it in your voice as you moan and tell me how good I taste and how much you love it and how good you want me to feel. That's passion."

Kayla and Ashley's faces were masks of wonderment, but Brittney's attention remained focused solely on my cock

"Would you like to give it a try, sexy?" I asked, and Brittney shot her eyes to mine. "Go ahead and switch places with Kayla."

Kayla let go of my cock and backed away, allowing Brittney to take her place. She was so much taller than Kayla, her face hovered at the same level as mine until she lowered herself down onto her substantial haunches. She stared at my cock, anxiety and uncertainty swirling on her flushed face.

"Nervous?" I asked, and she nodded. "Don't be. Just remember what I said. Approach it like you want to suck my cock more than you've ever wanted anything in your life. You want it so bad you can feel it deep inside your pussy. You're desperate for it. You want to make love to my cock with your mouth."

Brittney sighed and nodded. She took hold of my shaft, the way she'd seen Kayla do.

"Wait," I said, and she looked at me. "Before we do anything else, you really need to take that awful hoodie off." She blanched and leaned back. "Please. In fact, why are Kayla and I the only ones with our clothes off right now? Everyone needs to get naked."

After a moment's hesitation, Ashley and Courtney stood and removed the few articles they'd managed to put back on when Erin paid us her surprise visit. Brittney, however, didn't budge from her spot between my legs.

"What's wrong, Brittney?" I asked, concerned. "Do you not want to do this?"

She shook her head. "No, I do!" she cried, her voice distraught.

"Then what is it? You were fine being naked with me last night, so I know you're not that shy. Just tell me what it is."

"It's...I'm on my period," she said, casting her eyes to the side.

I chuckled, which I probably shouldn't have done. "Is that all?"

Her expression told me that I'd missed the point. "But, I have my...my tampon in," she said, whispering the last part.

"So? That's okay."

"It is?"

I laughed again. "Do you think you're the only girl who's ever had sex on her period?" By her reaction, she must have. "Hell, some girls prefer it because when they're on their period, they get horny as fuck. Plus, you can't get pregnant so, you know, you can really go wild."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really. It's totally normal. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Come on, stand up. Take that ugly thing off. Let me see that sexy body of yours."

Brittney stood unsteadily and lifted her hoodie over her head. Underneath, she wore a gray sports bra, which she pulled off as well. I smiled at the sight of her perfect breasts.

She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her shorts and hesitated before pulling them down to her feet, revealing a matching pair of gray cotton briefs. She watched me, as if hoping I'd tell her to stop. When I didn't, she quickly pulled her briefs down. For the first time since last night, Brittney stood completely nude.

My breath caught in my throat. It was the first time I'd really seen her full body head to toe, and I was stunned by how well-proportioned she was. She even had a proper hourglass figure, except everything was sized up because of her height and weight. The word 'statuesque' sprang immediately to mind.

"Jesus, you're fucking gorgeous," I said, and she frowned, rubbing her arms nervously.