The First Timers Club Pt. 04

She fucking lied to me.

My keys had been out there the entire time, sitting on the hood of my SUV. I could have left whenever I wanted. I looked at Ashley, chagrined. She stood with her arms crossed and a disappointed expression on her narrow face.

"Ashley, I..."

I had nothing to say for myself. I'd been bamboozled by Erin. She wasn't some crazy psycho bitch, running around like Glenn Close blocking in cars and stealing SUVs. No, she was ten times worse. A master manipulator who knew exactly what to say to bend me to her will without even lifting a finger.

Ashley scoffed and addressed her friends. "You know what? Let's all grab brunch down at Lucky Lucy's and celebrate with Kay. Just the four of us." She glared at me from the corner of her eye. "I'm not sure I want to be here right now."

Four faces turned to look at me. Courtney shook her head and Brittney stared blankly, still smarting from my brusque dismissal. Even Kayla could muster little more than a pitying shrug as she shouldered her bag. I wanted to say something, to explain what Erin had done, but I couldn't tell them, so I remained silent and slowly deflated instead. Ashley exhaled a disgusted grunt and motioned for them all to leave. One by one, they filed out and disappeared into the yard.

I sat alone for a while, staring at my keys. How could I have been so thoroughly taken in by Erin's scheming? What else had she lied to me about? Was Clay as overprotective and jealous as she'd made him out to be? Would he even care if he found out I'd been balling his wife? Their relationship, if not open, was at least as flexible as a Romanian gymnast. She'd been with plenty of other men before. Dozens, if her stories were to be believed, all of which I certainly questioned now.

I suddenly wondered about Clay's odd behavior at the party and his mysterious absence later that night. Had that all been some kind of put on? A ruse to set all of this up? Had he been hiding in the closet, jerking himself off while I buttfucked his disgusting wife? My mind spiraled as I questioned everything Erin had ever said to me until I thought I might go mad.

Somewhere in the distance, I heard a car start and the crunch of wheels on gravel. The girls departing, off to someplace far away from me. A pang of despondency gripped me. The events of the past two days, although marred by Erin's odious behavior, had otherwise been marvelous. I had so thoroughly enjoyed spending time with Ashley and her friends and had been excited by where it may have led to next. But then I'd shit the bed by making a complete ass of myself.

Except, it hadn't entirely been my own fault. I'd been conned by Erin. In fact, the more I thought about it, my only real crime had been believing her lies, which was stupid, I admitted, but surely taking advantage of someone's trust and manipulating their emotions was far worse. I fumed thinking about it. She'd ruined what could have been an amazing experience between me and those girls. I stood with my arms at my side and closed my fingers around my keys, squeezing them tightly in a strengthening grip. Erin needed to answer for what she'd done.

"You fucking lied to me!" I blustered when I finally found her cleaning up in the same guest room I'd stayed the night before. She smoothed and straightened a fresh coverlet, artfully folding the top edge over on itself. A laundry basket full of towels lay by her feet.

"You're still here," she said without turning around. "I figured you'd be long gone by now."

"I would have left days ago, but you hid my fucking keys."

"Oh, right. Clay mentioned something about that last night. He found them laying in the yard yesterday morning on his way to work and put them on the hood of your car. I told him you caught a ride home with someone else and would come back for it later. You're welcome, by the way."

Did she really think I was that stupid? "You told me you had it taken to the dealership."

Bent over the bed in a pair of black leggings, I couldn't help but notice how sheer the fabric appeared, stretched tightly across her large ass, the dark cleft between he cheeks clearly visible. A vision of my cock plowing her rectum flashed in my mind.

What the hell is wrong with you? Get your head on straight and deal with this.

"It was a joke," she said, stuffing a pillow into its case. "I honestly didn't think you'd believe me." She glanced at me and shrugged. "Guess I was wrong."

Her cropped, wide neck fleece sweater floated just above her belly button and hung loosely from one shoulder. The tops of her bare breasts swayed as she manhandled the pillow.

Stop looking! Stay focused.

"A joke? You expect me to believe that?"

Erin paused with the pillow half-stuffed into the case and took a deep breath. Then she tossed it onto the bed and stared at me with her hands on her hips and her head cocked to one side.

"Okay, you're fucking with me, right?" she asked. "Please tell me you're just fucking with me?"

I gawked at her and scoffed. "Am I fucking with you? Did you seriously just ask me that? Jesus Christ, Erin! All you've done since I got here is mind fuck me! Has anything you've told me been the truth?"

She regarded me for a long time, staring at my face and contemplating something, but for the life of me I couldn't figure out what.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked, perturbed by the sudden shift in her demeanor. More fucking mind games. Fuck her. I wouldn't let her disarm me the way she had Ashley.

"You are being serious, aren't you?" she asked, astonished.

"You're damn right, I am!" I said with considerably more conviction than I felt, and a creeping unease began to settle in.

Erin slowly shook her head. "You can't really be this stupid. Can you?" I heard actual wonderment in her voice, and it troubled me.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, uncertainty rising in my voice. Where was she going with this?

Her mouth opened into a disbelieving smile and she scoffed. "Unbelievable. You really are clueless."

I narrowed my eyes. "Are you just going to stand there insulting me, or are you going to tell me what the fuck you're talking about?"

Her expression became sympathetic and I felt a knot twist in my stomach. "I told you what you wanted to hear," she said, and my stomach flopped. "Do you honestly not know that?"

I shook my head vehemently, but even as I opened my mouth to deny it, I knew it to be true. I hadn't been the victim of some elaborately contrived scheme by Erin to manipulate and control me. I'd been a willing but oblivious participant in a mutual game we'd both been playing, only I'd been too self-deluded to realize it until just that moment.

Erin had known I didn't want to leave that night, and it hadn't taken a mind reader to understand why. Every step of the way, she'd fed me the excuses I'd needed to make the choices I'd wanted to make. She didn't force me to snort blow off her tits. I wanted to do it. When she told me to fuck her in the ass, I was all too happy to whip out my cock and stick it in. When she asked me to teach Ashley about sex, I was beyond thrilled to accept. Even her condition to satisfy her needs had only been met with token resistance because, of course, I'd wanted that too. I'd wanted to fuck Erin since the day I met her, and she'd paved the way to make it happen.

As I replayed every interaction we'd had since I arrived, the evidence piled up in crushing heaps. Ashley's infatuation with me at the party had been so painfully obvious it would have been impossible to ignore. Erin's insistence that I spank Ashley for being bad. Taking Clay away to give us time alone. Her inexplicable lack of anger when she caught us in the pool. The money I'd asked for. Our privacy in the pool house.

Everything added up. It all made perfect sense. Erin had removed almost every obstacle that could possibly have stood in the way of me fucking both her and her daughter, and I'd walked straight in through the front door.

The one obstacle she hadn't anticipated was my own blinding ignorance to the whole fucking thing. She held out her hand and I took it dumbly. "Come on," she said, pulling me to the door. "You need a drink."

Chapter 22 - The Disclosure

Erin deposited me onto the couch in the den, in the same spot where, two nights before, I'd sucked on her nipples and plowed her behind, and left me to pour some drinks. After handing me one of two tumblers of neat whiskey, she took a seat on the Chesterfield across from me and sighed.

Bourbon for breakfast? Sure, why not. I swallowed mine in a single gulp and set the glass on the coffee table, grimacing at the aftertaste.

"Maybe you need two," she said, reaching for the glass, but I waved her off.

"You've got terrible taste in whiskey," I said. "What is it?"

"They're new," she said. "They just started up, but they'll improve with time."

I seriously doubted it. She took a sip and flashed a coy smile.

"I can't believe you didn't know. How is that possible?" she asked. Then, after a brief pause, she asked, "I don't mean to sound insensitive, but are you...challenged?"

I didn't think I could feel worse about myself. "No," I said, palming my face and massaging my temples. "I don't know. Maybe."

"Why are you like this, then?"

I peered at her through my fingers. "Like what?"

"So resistant. So much in denial."

A good question, and I wished I knew the answer. I leaned back on the sofa and stared up at the ceiling. I'd lectured the girls about being confident and to not be afraid to take risks and go after what they wanted. What kind of hypocrite did that make me?

Erin sipped her whiskey and allowed me time to ruminate on my numerous failures. After a long period of silence, she said, "I saw Ashley earlier. She looked pretty unhappy. What happened?"

"I said something that upset her."

"What did you say?"

I didn't want to rehash it, especially not with Erin. "It doesn't matter. It was stupid and I'll apologize to her when I see her again. If I see her again."

Erin seemed about to press me for more detail, but then let it go. She finished her whiskey and poured herself another. My eyes followed her to the bar cart and settled on her big ass while she fixed her drink, and I studied the contours of her backside and loathed myself for being so fixated on it. When she turned back around, I shifted my gaze away.

"Since we're already on the subject, I believe you owe me a progress report. How are things going in the pool house?" she asked. She sat down and crossed her legs, bouncing her foot in that hypnotic way that sucked me right in.

"Fine," I said. Had we been on the subject?

She sat quietly for another long interval, bouncing her foot and observing me, until the moment stretched to the frontiers of perpetuity. "I'm going to need more than just 'fine,'" she said.

Her voice stretched as well, doppler shifting a half octave. The cyclical movement of her leg entranced me. My vision narrowed and the room slowly fell away until only her small bobbing foot remained.

"I told you, what happens in there is private," I said. "I made a promise."

Up and down. A slight lift of the toes created a pronounced definition of the extensor tendons. Red toenail polish, freshly applied, the shade of a Rockwellian fireplug.

"You made a promise to me as well. Remember? I let you fuck Ashley, you give me details."

Each bounce kept precise, metronomic time. I began to count. Sixty beats per minute. Adagietto. Molto bene.

"Yeah, I remember."

"Then tell me. Have you fucked her yet?"

The hobnails along the bottom rail of the Chesterfield throbbed, expanding and shrinking in time to the bounce of her foot, like the pulse of a veloured animal. Trailing lines of red flowed from her toes. That was normal, wasn't it?

"No," I said.

"How come?"

"It wasn't the right time."

"For you, or for her?"

"For her."

"But you want to fuck her?"

"Well, yeah."

"I want you to tell me how badly you want to fuck my daughter."

Why would I tell her that? This wasn't right. I shouldn't be talking to her about any of this. I'd made a promise to those girls. My discretion. Inviolate. Up and down, up and down, Ashley's sweet, tender pussy riding my cock, teasing me. I wanted her.

"A lot," I breathed.

"If you haven't fucked her yet, then what have you been doing in there?"

The sound of her bouncing foot pulsed in my ears like the dull thud of a muffled bass drum. My heartbeat synchronized to the throbbing rhythm until the pumping movement of her leg became the mechanism by which blood flowed through my veins.

"Oral, mostly."

I shouldn't have told her that either, but was it really that big a deal if she knew? I kind of wanted to tell her, actually. I wanted her to know.

"She sucked your dick?"

"Yeah."

"How was she?"

"Better than Courtney, but not as good as Kayla or Brittney. She'll get better, though."

"Oh, so you have been fucking Ashley's friends too, then."

I couldn't help myself and cracked a little smile. "Yeah."

"And they sucked your dick too?"

"Mm hm."

"All of them?"

"Yeah."

"At the same time?"

"Yup."

"Wow. How did that feel?"

A vision of the four girls taking turns sucking my cock brought a huge smile to my face. "Really good," I said. "Really, really good." I got hard thinking about it.

"Did they make you cum?"

"They sure did."

"Where did you cum?"

"In Brittney's mouth."

"Really? Her? Huh. Did she swallow it?"

"She did."

"Did she like it?"

"I think she liked it a lot."

"A girl like her would, wouldn't she. We can talk about Ashley's friends again in a minute, but I want to get back to Ashley. You said you did oral with her. Does that mean you went down on her too?"

"Yes."

"What did you do?"

I took a deep breath and sighed. "I ate her little pussy."

Erin chuckled. "Her little pussy, huh? Describe it for me."

"What? Her pussy?"

"Mm hm."

That seemed a reasonable request. I pictured it in my mind. "Small, sexy, sweet and tender. Kind of puffy, with tiny little labia. She's mostly shaved down there, you know, but she has this really cute patch of pubes right at the top."

"I didn't know that. Did you finger her too?"

"Of course."

"Was she tight?"

"Really tight."

"Do you think she's a virgin?"

"That's what she said."

"But is that what you think?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm not sure."

"Did she cum when you ate her little pussy?"

"Oh yeah, she did."

"Do you like eating pussy?"

"I love it."

"That's good. That's really good. Did you eat all their little pussies?"

"Every single one."

"Mm. And did you make them all cum?"

"Every last one."

"Good for you."

"Thanks. I really enjoyed it."

Thinking about going down on all of them had me feeling exceptionally randy. My eyes drifted up Erin's legs. She looked so much better than I remembered. Sexier. More perfect. Her lustrous hair blew softly in the breeze and a glow radiated from her face. She appeared as a goddess.

"Have you fucked any of the other girls yet?" she asked, a sultry smile lifting her perfect lips.

"Only Kayla, so far."

"You fucked Kayla?"

"Yeah."

"In front of the others?"

"No, we were alone."

"How was she?"

"She was great. Super sexy."

"I'm sorry, you did say Kayla, right?"

"Yes."

"You think Kayla Farkas is super sexy?"

"Is that her last name? Farkas?"

"Yes. You think she's sexy?"

What an exotic last name. Farkas. Far-kas. Fuck ass. Fracas. Fricassee. Frick and frack, fuck that crack. Oh, Kayla, please get on your back.

"Very sexy," I said.

"Okay. Why do you think she's sexy?"

Sweet little Kayla, so eager and bold. "Because she's adventurous," I said, and now she'd been told. Oops.

"In what way?"

"She's very kinky and likes to experiment." Experiment with spearmint gum.

"How is she kinky?"

"Oh, in a lot of ways. She has a daddy fetish, you know?"

"And you like that about her?"

"Oh, yeah. It's hot."

"Mm, I like that too. What other kinky things is Kayla into?"

"Hmm...well, she has an anal fixation."

"Really? Did you fuck her in the ass?"

I sighed, wistful. "We tried, but I'm too big, and she's way too tight. I need to train her first, then it'll be alright."

Erin chuckled softly. "My, you're quite the poet."

"I love a liquid language."

She laughed again. "Hm, okay. Sounds like you need to get Kayla a butt plug."

"That's funny. God, that is so funny, Erin. I was thinking the exact same thing." It felt so good to open up to Erin this way and talk with her about these things. She really understood.

"Maybe I'll lend you one of mine," she offered.

"Oh, you're very kind. That would be nice."

"When I asked if you'd fucked any of the other girls, you said, 'Only Kayla, so far.' Does that mean you plan to fuck all of them?"

"Oh, for sure."

"When?"

"As soon as I can."

"Today?"

"If they want to." I hope, I hope, I hope they want to.

"Do you think they want to?"

"Oh yeah. They all want to get fucked."

"Are you going to fuck all of them together?"

I grinned again. "If they'll let me," I sang.

"If they'll let you," she repeated and laughed softly. "I bet it feels really good to have four teenaged girls lusting after your cock, doesn't it."

The smile on my face could have split atoms. "It feels really good, Erin. Really good."

"You love young pussy, don't you?"

"Oh yeah." So fresh and tender and sweet.

"Way better than old pussy, right?"

"Mm, no, I wouldn't say that. I love all pussy." Come on in, pussy lovers. If we don't got it, you don't want it.

"But you prefer them young."

"Not necessarily."

"But you prefer their pussies to mine, right?"

"More than your pussy, Erin? Oh, I wouldn't know. I haven't had your pussy yet."

"Yet? Are you saying you'd like to fuck me?"

"Okay, if you insist," I said, and tried to stand up, but that proved to be far more difficult than I thought it would be, so I decided to stay put, right where I was.

Erin tossed her head back and laughed and her voice sounded operatic. "No, I'm asking you. Do you want to fuck my pussy?"

"Yes, please."

"Say, 'Yes, mommy.'"

"Yes, mommy."

A shiver ran through me as I said it and it felt wonderful. Erin absently ran her hand along the side of her leg and I focused on it. Zoom and enhance.

"Well, I don't know, sweetie. Why should mommy let you fuck her pussy?"

"Well, I don't know, Erin. Because I can make you feel really good?" So, so, so, so good.

"Oh, you can, can you?"

"Yes, yes, yes I can."

"Say, 'Yes, mommy.'"

"Yes, mommy."

My cock throbbed and felt like a sidewinder slithering in my pants, desperately seeking a way out. Erin uncrossed her legs and rubbed the insides of her thighs, then cupped her pussy through the sheer black material of her leggings and rubbed herself.

"Oh, wow, that's amazing," I said. "That might be the sexiest thing I've ever seen."

"Mm, you better be careful. You know mommy's pussy gets wet when you talk like that."

"Would mommy like a big cock inside of her right now?" I asked, and Erin's eyes shuttered and her mouth opened.

"Maybe. Why don't you take your cock out and show it to me?"

"Okay."

I fumbled with the fly of my jeans but found it difficult to control my fingers so precisely, and the brass buttons kept jumping out of the way at the last second. I chased after them until, at last, I managed to get it opened to pull my cock out. The tip glistened with smeared precum.

"Why don't you just take your pants all the way off, honey. Oops, careful! There you go. Oh, look at you. Do you want to stroke your big cock while mommy plays with her wet pussy?"