The First Timers Club Pt. 03

Her butt plug called to me, begging to be extracted from her ass like the cork from a bottle of vintage Bordeaux. My face flushed with embarrassment at being so powerless against her. I needed to restrain myself. I couldn't let her continue to manipulate me so easily.

She noticed my hesitation. "Did you meet Aaron at the party last night? You couldn't miss him. Huge, three hundred pound guy with a mustache? He and Clay played football together in high school. Back then, we used to call him 'The Hog'. Biggest fucking cock you ever saw in your life, and boy does that man love fucking young pussy. Maybe I'll call him up and see if he's busy tonight. I'm sure he'd love to spend some time alone with Ashley. What do you think?"

My stomach lurched. How could she say something like that about her own child? How could anyone be that vile? How could someone as sweet and kindhearted as Ashley possibly have come out of such a horrid beast? Then, through the mirror, I watched Erin's lips twist into a smug, mocking smirk as she read my reaction, and my revulsion morphed into abject rage.

I stepped forward and gripped the base of the butt plug, forcefully yanking it upward. "What the fuck is wrong with you, you sick twisted bitch?"

Erin nearly jumped onto her tiptoes and yelped in pain. Slowly, her puffy brown asshole distended as gravity forced the onion-shaped butt plug out of her rectum. As her sphincter grew, the circle of exposed metal expanded to the diameter of a beer can. Erin cried out but I ignored her distress and hoped the pain was excruciating. When the metallic bulb finally began to taper, it expelled from her ass in a single, fluid motion.

Erin landed back on her heels and gasped. Her abused asshole gaped obscenely, too enlarged to close itself right away. She glared at me through the mirror, her hair in the sink, her chest heaving, her face a mask of pure disgust. "Oh my god, look at how fucking pathetic you are," she spat when she'd finally caught her breath.

I leaned over her back to put my lips to her ear. "You want to get fucked? Hm? Is that what you want, you disgusting bitch? Fine. You got it." I dropped the lubricated butt plug onto the shag bathmat and unbutton my jeans.

"Can you even get it up for a real woman? Or do you prefer fucking ugly little virgin girls who are too young and too stupid to know what a lousy lay you really are?"

I pulled my cock out and gripped her hair, yanking her head back.

"Shut your filthy fucking mouth," I said between gritted teeth. In one swift movement, I shoved my thick cock into her loose asshole and sank it all the way inside of her. She squeezed her eyes shut and cried out, as much from shock as pain.

"I bet you felt that," I growled. "Didn't you, bitch?" Then I gripped her honey-blonde hair in both hands and thrusted my hips against her, buttfucking her as fast and as hard as I could.

Erin's body shuddered from impact tremors as she took my brutal anal pounding, her huge tits and soft belly swaying back and forth underneath her thin tank top. "Oh, god! Oh, fuck!" she cried as my cock plowed her rectum and my pelvis crashed against her enormous ass cheeks again and again. I wanted to destroy her asshole and I threw everything I had, all the pent up rage and disgust I felt for her, into the task.

But, to my horrid dismay, Erin began to throw her ass back at me. Even though I had brutalized her asshole, even though I had hate fucked it with all the fire and acid I could summon, it still hadn't been enough for her. She lifted her shirt to free her tits and then braced herself against the mirror.

"Come on! Harder! Fuck me harder! I said harder, you limp-dicked little bitch!"

I wouldn't have thought it possible for her to infuriate me more, but somehow she had. My soul burned, and I dug deeper than I ever had before to conjure, from some undiscovered well of pure, concentrated spite I never knew existed, the strength I needed to hurt her. To make her feel something other than pleasure and smug satisfaction. But all my effort was for naught.

Erin took everything I had, and she still wanted more.

When she realized I had reached the limit of what I had to give, her demeanor shifted, and she began to draw me in the way a chess master lures an inferior opponent into their cleverly formulated trap.

"That's it! Keep going! Don't stop!"

She looked at me through the mirror, watching as I assaulted her asshole with complete abandon, and she loved it, the ecstasy on her face obvious. To see me crash helplessly against her, unable to make her submit, must have filled her with such a sense of power. I had given her exactly what she wanted, and I hated her for it.

"Come on, baby! Fuck me! Fuck mommy's fat ass! Oh, baby, that feels so good! So fucking good!"

I wanted her to shut up, but the words poured like honey into that depraved part of my mind that loved it and craved more, and their effectiveness proved near immediate. A tingle in my balls alerted me to the orgasm rapidly building within me. A surging tide of semen preparing to be unleashed. A new imperative now overwhelmed me: cum inside Erin's ass.

"That's it! Cum for me, baby! Cum inside mommy's ass!"

As if responding to her command, I exploded inside of her, filling her bowels with my semen. My knees buckled, and I lurched forward to balance myself on the vanity, gasping for breath, but Erin didn't stop. She continued fucking her ass with my cock, milking me for all the cum I had to give her. Only after I'd been completely drained did she finally stop. When she stood up, my slimy cock slipped from her ass.

She turned and patted me on the cheek. Except for her exposed tits and some mussed hair where I'd held her, she looked as fresh and put together as when I'd first walked in.

"Well done," she said, returning to the mirror. "When Clay eats my ass tonight, it'll be your cum he's tasting."

I nearly wretched. I yanked up my pants and hurried from the room.

Chapter 18 - Dirty Talking

The walk back to the pool house felt like a death march. I stared into the empty space in front of me, shell shocked by what had just happened. Erin had completely dominated me in a way I'd never experienced before, and I felt humiliated by the way I'd handled it. I'd played right into her hands like a chump.

"That was fast," Courtney said when I walked into the pool house, but then she noticed my expression. "Woah, are you alright?"

I ignored her and plopped down onto the sectional to marinate in my own self-pity. She moved closer and kneeled on the sofa next to me. She took my head into her hands and turned my face to look at her.

"Hey, what's up, baby?"

"Nothing, and please stop calling me that."

A pang flashed across her round face, but she covered it with a carefree laugh. "Hey, come on. You know I'm just playing around, right? For real, though. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I've just got a lot on my mind." I stood up to take off my clothes. I could tell she knew I was lying, but she accepted it anyway.

"Well, did you at least get yourself something to eat?" she asked.

I'd totally forgotten about food. After Erin's parting words, though, my appetite had been thoroughly quashed. "No, but it's fine. Let's just order pizza or something."

Once naked, I sat back down and then keeled over to lay my head in Brittney's lap. She looked down at me and smiled, putting her hand on the side of my face to rub the stubble on my cheek with her thumb. It felt so soothing that my mood instantly improved.

"Hey there," she said.

"Hi."

They'd been watching a movie when I walked in. Some romcom with actors who's names I didn't know. Ashley flipped off the television and put the music back on, then discarded the remote onto the coffee table.

"So, now that you got that out of the way, what's next?" she asked.

Courtney cleared her throat. "Um, I believe it was my turn," she said quickly.

I shifted my eyes to her, noting the eager look on her face. I wasn't quite ready for that yet, but I desperately needed to scrub that horrid episode with Erin from my mind. Cleanse the palate so to speak. Plus, I'd just blown a huge load into Erin's ass, so I also needed time to recover.

"We'll do that in a little bit, but I wanted to do something else first, okay?" Courtney couldn't hide her disappointment, but the other girls perked up at the possibility of participating in something new.

"What is it?" Kayla asked, sitting up straight.

I moved my eyes between them and said, "The joy of sex isn't just in the doing. Other things can enhance the experience too. I mean, fucking is great and all, don't get me wrong, but your eyes and your ears are erogenous zones too, and different sights and sounds can elevate okay sex to mind-blowing sex."

I had their attention now. "I want to teach you girls about foreplay and, specifically, how to talk dirty. The right words, when said the right way at the right time, can have a powerful triggering effect for both guys and girls."

Brittney rubbed her hand over my chest and asked, "Like what?"

I gazed up at her and smiled. "You are so fucking beautiful, do you know that?" I kept my voice low and tender. "I love looking at you. I love your face. I love your body. And I especially love that delicious little pussy of yours. I loved eating your pussy, Brittney. I couldn't get enough of it. The way you moved and your reactions when I licked you and fucked you with my fingers. You got me so fucking hard you don't even know.

"I wish you would sit on my face right now so I could eat your pussy again. I want you to squirm on my face while I lick and suck on your clit. And then, when you're crying and grinding your hips, and grabbing my hair, and you're just about to cum, I want to bend you over and slide my thick cock inside your tight, wet pussy and I want to fuck you, Brittney. I want to fuck your wet little pussy with my big, hard cock so bad, I can taste it."

Brittney stared into my eyes, her face bright red, then started to rise up out of her seat. I chuckled and stopped her from getting up.

"You see what I mean? Like a jolt straight to the pussy, isn't it?"

It took a moment for her to realize what I'd done, and her agreeable smile seemed tinged with discomfort. She'd definitely been turned on, I was sure of that, but a residual disappointment lingered in her eyes that my words hadn't manifested in reality.

"And look at what it did for me," I said. Her eyes shifted to my cock, now rigid and lifting from my pelvis. "I meant everything I said, by the way," I added, and her chest lifted from a large intake of air. "We'll get to that later, though. I promise. Right now, I want all of you to practice on me. Your goal is to get me so hot and horny, that I start leaking precum from the tip of my stiff cock, okay? Now, who wants to go first?"

"I will," Courtney said, shuffling closer. She pushed my legs apart and reached for my cock, but I lifted my head from Brittney's lap and wagged my finger.

"Uh-uh, no cheating. You can only use your words, okay?"

She frowned but retracted her hand. Then her expression softened, and she lowered her voice, addressing her words to my cock.

"Mm, look at that big dick. It looks so delicious. I want to lick it right now. Then I want to wrap my lips around it and suck on the fat head, then go down on you and suck your cock while I jack you off and play with your balls. Mm, I can feel it in my pussy right now just thinking about it. You're moaning right now and I can feel you about to cum and I can't wait for it. I want you to cum in my mouth so I can swallow it and feel it sliding down my throat."

When she finished, she checked to see my reaction. I nodded and smiled at her. "Pretty good start," I said, graciously. "I like where your head's at. I do love getting my dick sucked and having my cum swallowed is very hot, so bonus points for that."

Her face lit up with cheerful pride that I approved. I looked around. "Who's next?" I asked and, when no one volunteered, I lifted my eyes to Brittney's. "How about you, sexy?"

She smiled nervously. "Sure." She stared down at me but seemed uncertain about how to begin, so I gave her a little hint.

"Just say what you're feeling and be as honest as you can, okay? The words should pour out of you like a stream of conscious, giving voice to your pussy. Tell me what she wants. Not just stuff you want to do to me, but also things you'd like me to do to you. Things we've never done before, but that you're dying to try."

She nodded and cleared her throat, her eyes boring into me. "I'm so fucking horny for you right now. You are so sexy to me, and I can't stop thinking about you. Whenever you look at me, my heart sings. I thought kissing you last night was the greatest moment of my life, but then you went down on me today and I thought I might die because I loved it so much."

Uh oh.

Tears brimmed in her eyes and streamed down her cheeks. She caressed my face. "You have no idea how much I want to fuck you. I want it so bad that it hurts my heart," she said, barely able to get the word out before her voice cracked. She took a stuttering breath before continuing. "I want to feel you inside of me while I kiss you, and then I want to look at your face when you cum inside of me and then I want to hold you and for us to stay that way for as long as we can..."

Her voice trailed off and she sniffled as tears fell from her cheeks to land on my face. I stared up at her in astonishment and blew out a long breath.

Oh no.

"Wow," I said at last. She wiped her nose with her arm and smiled lovingly at me while she stroked my temple with the back of her fingers. I put my hand on top of hers. "Brittney..." I was at a total loss for words.

"I meant it. I meant every word of it," she whispered tenderly, and that only made it worse. Then she looked at my dick and her face fell. "W-why aren't you hard anymore?"

"Brittney...I'm so deeply moved by your words. I truly am. That was so...raw and heartfelt and honest and I can't thank you enough for saying it. But there's a fine line between romantic intimacy and titillation and that was very much the former." I could almost hear her heart breaking.

"Remember that when you're talking dirty, your pussy should be talking directly to my cock, okay? Not my head or my heart. You want me so fired up, so crazy for you, that I want to grab you and throw you down and fuck you raw." I smiled and patted her hand, then quickly moved on. "Ashley, why don't you go next, okay? Ashley. Hey! I said you're up."

She whipped her head to me and lifted her eyebrows. "Oh, right. Sorry. Okay, let's see."

"Remember what I said earlier. Tell me what your pussy's feeling. Give her a voice. I want to hear all the dirty little things you want to do, and everything you want to have done to you. Think about the things I like about you and try to incorporate them into it too. And use your strengths. You guys are super creative. You understand fantasy better than most girls. Dig deep and let your imagination run wild. Paint a picture for me with your words." She nodded as I spoke, and I hoped the pep talk helped.

She closed her eyes for a moment, her lips moving silently. She held her hands down at her sides, palms forward and shook them out. When at last she reopened her eyes, she had transformed into someone else. She smiled wickedly.

"I have you tied to the bed, your arms and legs bound. You're completely helpless. I walk into the room, and I'm wearing a leather bustier and thigh high leather boots and nothing else. As I walk by, I drag my finger across your naked body. You shiver and your dick starts to get hard. You try to reach for me, but your bonds restrain you. I smile. You're mine to play with."

I sat up a little. What's this? Ashley looked at me, then lifted her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh.

"For some reason, you really like my butt, even though it's way too big, but whatever, so I crawl onto the bed and straddle your head. You look up at me. At my pussy. And at my huge butt. They're right there in your face, and you can see that my pussy is so wet. I lower it down toward your face and you lift your head to try and lick it, but I keep it just out of reach. Your dick is fully hard now, so I lean over and wrap my lips around it. You taste so good in my mouth. I move my head up and down, sucking you off while you stare up at my pussy and my big, ugly butt, helpless to reach them.

"After sucking your dick for a really long time, you're finally ready to cum, but I don't let you. Instead, I move down your body until my pussy is right over your dick and I lower myself onto it. It goes inside of me, but not all the way. Just the very tip...the head, and then I start moving my butt up and down on it, but not a lot. Only a little. You want to push it all the way inside of me, but you can't. You can only lay there like my slave while I tease you with my pussy.

"Then I feel something. I can feel myself about to cum. As I'm riding you, I start to lower myself down onto your dick more and more until you're all the way inside of me. I'm riding you, and you're watching as my big butt is bouncing up and down on you and then I cum and it feels so good and you tell me you're about to cum too, so I lift my pussy off you, and I suck your dick until, finally, you shoot it into my mouth, and I swallow it all down."

She ended her story by licking her lips and making a loud slurping noise, which made her break character and giggle uncontrollably. We all joined in her laughter and even clapped while she took several shallow bows.

"Thank you. Thank you."

"Oh my god, I loved it! That was great," I said when my laughter had subsided. "And, holy shit, that was so fucking hot, too! Look." My stiff prick was hard as a rock. "Only thing that could possibly have made it better is if you had sat your big ass right down on my face so I could eat it."

Ashley wrinkled her nose. "Ew! Really?"

I lifted my eyebrow and smirked. "Hey, don't knock it till you've tried it. What if it turned out to be your favorite thing in the world?"

She hadn't thought about that and dwelled on it for a second before lifting her eyebrows and bouncing her head from side to side. It seemed that she'd be open to at least consider it. I turned my attention to Kayla.

"Alright, baby girl, your friends have gotten me pretty fucking hard, but there's no precum yet, so it's up to you to bring it home. I want you to pull out all the stops for this one. Reach way down, deep into your inner degenerate, and pull out the most perverted taboo that you've ever fantasized about and run with it, okay? Remember, having confidence means never regretting you took a risk. This is your chance to get it out there and explore it with someone who won't ever judge you and may very well be into exactly the same things as you. You think you're ready for that?"

"I'll try," she said, then sat back on her haunches to think it through. As she considered what she wanted to say, her eyes moved several times in my direction. After a long moment of silence, I became convinced that something held her back.

"What's wrong?" I asked, and she stirred uncomfortably and refused to look at me. "Are you too embarrassed by it?" I guessed, and she returned a little nod.

"I don't think I can say it," she said softly.

"Why not?"

She hemmed and looked ready to crawl out of her skin. "It's...so, so dirty," she said at last, and her eyes moved to focus on an indeterminate spot on the couch.

My interest was instantly piqued. "Oh, Kayla, now I have to hear it."

She shook her head. "No way. Everyone's going think there's something wrong with me. I'm going to think of something else."

"Oh, hell no," I objected. "This is the one. Look at me, Kayla. My dick is hard just thinking about what you might say. And I already told you, I'm into anything and everything. So, don't be afraid to get as filthy dirty as you want. The nastier, the better."