The First Timers Club Pt. 03

"I'm gross."

"Then gross is the new hot, because you're absolutely stunning. I would totally..." I began, but caught myself. "You look great."

She cocked her head. "You'd totally what?"

I blew out a soft laugh. "I was going to say, I would totally fuck the shit out of you right now," I said, and her face turned seven shades of red. "Get over here. I'm dying to see those perfect lips of yours around my cock."

Brittney smirked and lowered herself in front of me, bracing herself on my thighs. I noticed the small white string dangling from her pussy as she settled onto her haunches, and the sight of it gave me a little thrill. Kayla and Ashley took their positions on either side of her as she took my cock in her hand.

"I want to suck your cock more than I've ever wanted anything in my whole life," she said softly, and my heart leaped. She gazed at it lovingly. "I want it so bad, my pussy hurts. I'm desperate for your cock."

"Holy shit," I breathed.

She looked at me and asked, "How was that?"

"Is it true?"

Brittney smirked and shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe," she said, then leaned forward to gently lick and kiss my broad cockhead. Her lips moved sensually over the glans, feeling their way around it, then she took it into her mouth and slurped on it. Her lips felt like satin.

"Oh, fuck..."

She lifted my cock and dragged her tongue along the bottom of the shaft, a wry smile on her lips. When she reached the tip, she swallowed the head and slid her lips down the shaft. Her head moved up and down, slowly and deliberately, her eyes never leaving mine.

"Jesus, that feels so fucking good," I said.

She smiled and pulled her head back, continuing to jack me off. "You taste so good," she said in a sultry voice that made my balls tingle. She wrapped her lips around the head and gently sucked on it, letting them roll over the ridge while her hand stroked the shaft.

She sucked my cock noisily, groaning and slurping and breathing heavily. The experience was pure ecstasy. I moaned with pleasure, and her eyes smiled. She knew how good she'd made me feel.

Courtney pressed her body against me, her arm around my shoulder and her hand on my chest, watching her friend suck my cock like it was her last meal. I turned my head, and she leaned over to kiss me. Her voracious lips attacked mine, her tongue forceful in my mouth. Her lust had been triggered by the sights and sounds of Brittney's sensual blowjob and she kissed me with a ferocity that left me breathless.

For several minutes, we made out while Brittney sucked my cock, until Courtney pulled away from me with a fiery look in her eyes.

"You've had long enough," she said to Brittney. "Let somebody else have a turn."

Brittney lifted her head. "But, I'm not done yet," she objected.

Courtney wouldn't be deterred. She leaned over my lap and took me into her mouth with Brittney's hand still gripping the base of my shaft. Brittney stared disbelieving as Courtney's head bobbed up and down, sucking my cock the way I'd taught her to do.

"Keep using your hand," I said breathlessly, trying to keep Brittney engaged.

She looked at my face and saw something there. A yearning that moved her to action. She tracked Courtney's head and slid her hand up and down my shaft, following along with her. Ashley and Kayla looked on with astonishment, captivated by what they saw. Neither dared move or hardly breathe. Absently, I realized that Brittney was one of the few girls who'd ever been able to get her fingers all the way around my cock.

Courtney kneeled ass up across my lap, and I rubbed my hand over her cheeks and the cleft between them. My thumb brushed over her asshole while my fingers slipped between her legs. She moaned when they found their way to her clit and began to roll over it. I caught Ashley's eye and spread my legs wider.

"Massage my balls, Ashley. Put your hand on them and fondle them, okay?"

She looked between my legs and carefully reached for them. Her fingers brushed over my wrinkled scrotum, and she appeared fascinated by the texture. Then she took my testicles into her hand to gently caress them. Brittney and Ashley shared a brief look and they both snickered.

"I can't believe we're really doing this," Ashley whispered.

Brittney shook her head. "I know."

A shiver ran through me at the sensation of three girls attending to my cock at the same time. I pressed my thumb against Courtney's asshole and applied firm pressure until her sphincter gave way and I was able to slip it inside of her ass. She let out a muffled whimper and increased the urgency of her cocksucking.

"Kayla, I want you to suck my cock again, okay? Courtney, let her do it, baby."

Kayla squeezed in next to Brittney and took me into her mouth the moment Courtney withdrew. I pulled my thumb out of her ass as she rose up onto her knees. She looked at me with desire in her eyes, then took my face into her hands to kiss me again. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her closer, reaching to cup one of her large breasts, squeezing it gently and pushing it up. She pulled her head back and I kissed my way around her nipple, then licked it before taking it into my mouth. She let out a contented sigh and stroked my hair.

Kayla moved her head tirelessly, taking me as deeply as she could while maintaining a rapid pace. I took my mouth off Courtney's nipple long enough to offer the girls some direction.

"I want you all to take turns, okay? Ashley, you go next. Nice and slow. Keep your lips soft, honey. Oh god, that's so good. Just like that."

For several long minutes, the three girls took turns sucking my cock while Courtney and I made out and I feasted on her nipples. I coaxed Courtney's legs apart and resumed massaging her clit, and she attacked my face with her mouth for it.

The shadows cast by the afternoon light lengthened as I reveled in the pure bliss of that singular moment, but before long I felt my orgasm begin to rise. The constant stimulation of my balls, my shaft, and my sensitive glans, the enthusiastic attention of three eager mouths and several sets of hands, quickly drove me to the edge of release. Courtney sensed the change in my breathing and leaned back to watch as my mouth came open and I gasped like a fish. The relentless motion of Brittney's soft lips rolling over the ridge of my cock head teased me closer and closer to my climax.

"I'm going to cum," I said hastily. "Oh god, Brittney, I'm going to cum right in your fucking mouth, baby."

Her expression softened and she whimpered. My breaths came in quick, sharp pants. My body tensed and my balls contracted, and I ejected a stream of warm cum into Brittney's open mouth. She didn't know to stop. As she continued to move her head up and down, cum mixed with her saliva to coat my shaft. I put my hand on her head to hold her still and ejaculated the last of it into her mouth.

She lifted her head, her cheeks flushed, and stared at me, uncertain about what she should do next. Courtney helped her out.

"Swallow it, Brit."

Brittney scrunched her face and nearly gagged as she gulped down my load. Then her expression brightened, and she smiled.

"That wasn't too bad!" she said, excited.

Ashley and Kayla giggled at her as she wiped her chin with her forearm. Courtney ran her fingers through the hair on my chest, then noticed residual cum dribbling from my rapidly deflating cock. She leaned over me and wrapped her lips around the head to lick and suck it into her mouth.

"Mm," she hummed when she raised back up. "You taste yummy."

I smiled dreamily and put my hand on her rump. She leaned against me and laid her head on my shoulder while the other girls took their seats on the sectional.

"Are you always supposed to swallow it?" Kayla asked, toying with her pigtail.

"You don't have to, if you don't want to. But every guy wants you to, and it's a hundred times hotter when you do," I said, my tongue thick in my mouth.

I could have fallen asleep right then, but my stomach growled, reminding me of how hungry I felt. I stood and stretched, then fetched several beers from the fridge, keeping one for myself and placing the rest on the coffee table. The girls helped themselves and we took a few moments to rehydrate.

Ashley took a sip and pushed her glasses up on her narrow nose. "So, how'd we do?" she asked.

"How'd you do? You were amazing," I said truthfully. "You all were."

"Can we do it again?" Brittney asked, and blushed when the other girls giggled.

"God, Brit. Are you a slut for his dick now?" Courtney chided, and I shot her a disapproving glare.

"Don't do that, please," I said without a hint of humor in my voice.

"Jesus, sorry. I was just joking," she said before taking a sip of beer.

"I don't care. Don't joke like that. Not around me. That kind of slut shaming bullshit has no place here. You shouldn't say anything like that to anyone, ever, but especially not to anyone in this room."

"God, I said I'm sorry, okay?"

She seemed more embarrassed than remorseful. I wanted to say more, but the point had been made. I addressed Brittney's question.

"Yes. We can do it as much as you want. You're an amazing cocksucker, and I'm very excited to return the favor."

"What do you mean?" she asked over the tittering of the other girls.

"I mean, I'm going to lick and finger your sweet little pussy until you cum screaming, Brittney. And, before you say it, I don't care that you're on your period. In fact, it kind of turns me on that you are."

Her face reddened until I thought she might burst into flames. Kayla caught my attention, her gaze intense.

"What about the rest of us?" she asked, but it wasn't really a question.

"I promise to eat all of your pussies, okay? It's one of my favorite things in the world."

We sipped our beers quietly for a while, exchanging glances and smiles until Kayla broke the silence.

"So, like, is that something we can do right now?"

Chapter 17 - Eat and Run

Ashley moaned and thrashed and bucked her wide hips as my tongue danced over her tiny clit, her legs draped over my shoulders and her heels dug into my back. She cupped both of her small breasts and tweaked her nipples as she inched ever closer to her orgasm.

I could hardly feel my tongue anymore and my jaw ached from holding it open for so long. Kayla and Brittney still laid in more or less the same positions where I'd finished each of them off earlier.

Kayla had thankfully climaxed quickly. The sharp taste of her hairy pussy, like bittersweet broth, and the strong, musky odor that resulted from her overactive secretions and the near-constant wetness between her legs, had thoroughly aroused me. Her sensitive clit had responded to the touch of my tongue and lips like I'd jolted her pussy with electricity, and her powerful orgasm had come after only a few minutes, accompanied by several loud squeaks and a gush of fluid that wet my face.

Brittney's climax had taken much, much longer to arrive. After she visited the bathroom to remove her tampon, I set to work fingering her vagina and licking and kissing my way around her gorgeous, ginger pussy. Compared to Kayla, Brittney's pussy had a clean and fresh taste, save for the occasional coppery tang of menstrual blood, with almost no scent to speak of.

I'd spent fifteen minutes with my head between her long, chubby thighs, throwing everything I had at her clit, but she'd stubbornly refused to cum. It had taken Ashley's vibrator in her ass and two fingers in her pussy before she finally relented and climaxed with a shuddering cry that had startled and worried the others.

Now, at last, I'd reached the home stretch with Ashley. I had her clit firmly between my lips and sucked and licked it relentlessly while my fingers combed over her g-spot. She arched her back and squeezed her thick thighs around my head, her large ass lifting off the cushion.

"Aangh!" she gasped, her breath coming in ragged huffs, before she finally pushed my head away from her crotch. "I can't! I can't!"

I sat up and wiped my face, grateful she hadn't held out the way Brittney had. Courtney came to stand next to me, pulling my head against her belly to run her fingers through my hair. I wrapped my arms around her hips and held her soft ass in my hands.

"Are you tired, baby?" she asked, her voice so soft it sounded almost like a croon.

Hearing her use the word 'baby' like that jarred me. I'd used the term a couple of times during sex, but always in the heat of the moment. Never in an intimate context like that. It worried me. Was she starting to get attached?

Her fingers on my scalp felt so good, though, and her body so soft and warm in my arms, that I pushed the idea aside. Maybe she'd only wanted to express herself in a tender way and it hadn't meant anything, I told myself. I kissed her tummy and sighed contentedly.

"Yeah. I think my tongue might need a splint," I quipped, and she chuckled softly even though it hadn't been that funny. Was she laughing at my stupid jokes now, too? She leaned over and picked up something from the table.

"Here, I got you a beer. You need to rest up, baby. You've got one more pussy to lick."

I stiffened. She'd said it again, but I couldn't deny her meaning that time. She was marking territory. Claiming me for herself. I let her go and, after a moment's consideration, accepted the beverage, grateful to replenish my fluids.

Ashley looked at me through half-closed eyes, a wistful smile on her face. She rubbed my back with her foot.

"That was great," she purred. "Thank you."

"You're very welcome."

I absently placed my hand on her knee and ran it along the inside of her thigh, kneading the soft flesh I found there. She sighed and spread her legs, daring me to explore further.

Courtney's hands returned to my head, and she turned me away from her friend's lurid pose.

"I've got an idea," she said playfully, her eyes smiling. "Why don't you finish that beer, and then we can lay down over there and you can lick my pussy while I suck your big cock and then you can cum in my mouth so I can swallow it. How does that sound, baby?"

It sounded amazing, I admitted to myself. But damn it, I really needed to have a talk with her and make her understand this couldn't go further. I glanced down. Why did my body have to betray me like that? My cock stood erect in my lap, ready and eager to accept Courtney's wet, delicious lips and make a deposit into her mouth. I stood up.

"Later, okay?" I said, and her smile waned. "I need to talk to Erin about something," I explained, and her smile turned into a frown.

"Talk to her about what?" she asked, turning as I went to gather my clothes. It wasn't just Courtney wondering either. The other girls perked up at the mention of Ashley's mom's name.

"Well, first of all, that's none of your business. Second of all, I'm starving and need to get something to eat. Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere, okay? Why don't you guys go swimming or hang out in here and watch TV or something, and I'll be back in a little bit. Then we can talk about the sixty-nining and the swallowing of the cum and all that good stuff."

I quickly stepped into my jeans and pulled on my shirt, taking a moment to comb my hair back with my fingers. I reeked of spit and pussy, but I didn't care. Erin could deal with it. I slipped my phone into my pocket and headed for the door.

"Just wait here till I get back. I won't be long."

The house stood quiet and still.

"Erin?"

I moved through the kitchen and peeked into the den. Nothing. I called out again, praying she had decided to forgo our meeting and headed out for the afternoon instead. A lilting voice carried down from the second floor, crushing my hopes.

"Upstairs."

That's right. She'd said to meet in her bedroom. At the landing at the top of the stairs, she called to me again from the room at the end of the hall.

"In here."

I took a deep breath, bracing myself for another one of Erin's twisted mind games. I carefully edged into the room but didn't see her. Then I heard pouring liquid and turned to find her seated on the toilet with her panties bunched around her ankles.

"Jesus, Erin," I said, turning away.

"Oh, just come over here. It's only pee."

I stood at the threshold and waited until she finished urinating and flushed. When she stood, she left her panties laying on the tile floor. No wipe off. No hand washing. Such a classy lady.

At the mirror, she smoothed her short, plaid skirt and tugged on her wifebeater tank top, so sheer that it might as well have been see-through, those large dark areolas and long nipples of hers clear as day. She looked fantastic in that totally disgusting, I hate this fat bitch but she's such a sexy fucking freak kind of way.

"You're early," she said, teasing her hair with her fingers. "I'm not ready yet." Lifting her arms caused the tank top to ride up on her soft belly. She smoothed it down, then traced her fingers along the swell of her large breasts. She watched me through the reflection as she ran her hands over them. "What do you think?"

"About what?"

She laughed. "Always so stubborn. Fine, don't tell me. I can probably guess what you're thinking anyway," she said, nodding at the growing bulge in my pants. Betrayed yet again. Ignoring her temptations, I jumped right into it, ready to finally wrest away control of this precarious situation.

"I'm not here to fight with you, okay? I just want to talk. I've got a few rules of my own we need to discuss."

"Oh?" She leaned over to dab at a glob of mascara in the corner of her eye. "Do tell."

"First of all, you can't just barge in there like that. What happens in there is private. You and I can talk afterwards, but while I'm in there, the pool house needs to be off limits. Understood?"

Her eyes moved to mine. "You said rules," she said, enunciating the s as a z. "As in, plural?"

"Yeah. I'm going to need some money from you."

"I thought you were too noble to take payment. Rent coming due?"

My scowl said I didn't find her funny. "It's not for me. I need to buy some things for Ashley."

Erin regarded me for a moment. "How much?"

"I'll figure it out and let you know, but probably a couple grand."

She choked out a laugh. "Grand?"

"You want me to turn her into a smoke show or not? She needs things. Clothes, hair, makeup, accessories."

"Alright, I get it," she said, raising her hand. "What else?"

I twirled my finger between us. "I don't know what this thing you've got going on here is supposed to be, but I'm not someone you can just order around. I agreed to make time for you, and I'll abide by that. But don't assume to dictate my schedule, or anything else for that matter. I'll decide the time and place that works best for me and fit you in when I can."

Erin lifted her eyebrow and asked, "That it?" as she applied a pale shade of pink lipstick and popped her lips several times.

"No. There's one other thing. You ever grab me like that again and I will knock you the fuck out, Erin. I will lay your ass out cold. You got me?"

She put her hands on the vanity countertop and breathed deeply. "Oh wow, you are such a bad ass. No one pushes you around. No one tells you what to do."

"I'm not fucking around," I said, feeling somewhat less certain than I had just a moment before.

She smirked and resumed her preparations. "I'll give you the money. When it comes to the pool house, well, it's my fucking house and Ashley's my fucking daughter, so I'll do whatever the fuck I damn well please." She paused to glance at me. "That said, because I like you so much, I'll give you two a little space. For now."

She gave her hair one last fluff. "As far as the other thing, you deserved it for being a smart mouthed little fucker and I'll do it again if I have to." When she saw my eyes narrow, she bent over the countertop and lifted the back of her skirt. A pink jeweled butt plug glittered under the vanity lighting from between her bare ass cheeks. "So, if you don't want that, I guess you better teach me a lesson I won't soon forget. I've had it in for a while. Take it out."