Andrew Laird: Young girl sex club

"My God!" Sam exclaimed when he lay exhausted and shaking on top of her. "I never knew it could be like this. I had girls before Shirley, but they were nothing compared to you – and neither is she."

"I thought you loved Shirley."

He shrugged. "I suppose I do. At least I'm used to her. Frankly, Lynn, Shirley and I bore hell out of each other. She's a dud in bed. I'd like to experiment around a little, but she's a damned prude. I've never done anything out of the ordinary but, for Christ's sake, I know there's more to it than just screwing. She won't even talk about it."

Lynn was interested. She had read some books on the subject, but had been unable to arouse an equal amount of interest in her own husband. She suspected that, like Shirley, he was a prude. "Tell me about those things," she urged Sam.

He looked embarrassed. "They're hard to talk about. If you're willing, we could just go ahead and do them. Are you willing, Lynn?"

"Why not? No use worrying now about whether what we're doing is right or not. We might as well live it up. Do you have to go right back to the office?"

"No, I can think of some excuse later. I'm getting another hard just talking about… you know what. I want to kiss your pussy. I've always wanted to do that to a girl, but I've never had the nerve before to ask."

"Be my guest," Lynn said with a nervous laugh, "but shouldn't you get undressed? I'd like to see the rest of your body."

"All right." He stripped off the remainder of his clothes and returned to the bed. He petted her, letting his hands learn the excitingly sculptured contours of her thighs. She, in turn, took his cock in her hand and stroked it, loving the slippery feeling of pre-orgasmic semen.

"Now," he said. "I hope you like this, Lynn."

"Don't worry about me. I just hope you like doing it to me. It must be a lot like masturbation. That was what I was doing when you came in the bathroom. Your timing was terrific, Sam. That was why I was so hot I couldn't say no."

"I'm glad," he murmured as he slid down on the bed and turned around to bury his face in her crinkly patch of auburn hair.

She spread her legs for him, excitement mounting in her as she felt his mouth and tongue on her vulva. "Oh, yes!" she cried, "it is good. It's a lovely sensation. Suck my clitoris, Sam. It's so wonderful I can hardly stand it!" Her head was pillowed on his leg and she had her hand on his cock, its blind face with the tiny, gaping mouth only inches from her nose. She could smell her own body musk, a strangely compelling perfume. Impulsively she moved forward so that the round, reddish head touched her lips and then, urged on by a compulsion she had not anticipated, she opened her mouth and let the next thrust of his hips shove the satiny shaft between her teeth. Once it was in her mouth she sucked eagerly to engulf more. She was not satisfied until the head of it was at the back of her throat.

Sam's efforts, while somewhat inept, lacked nothing in enthusiasm. He drew the soft, membranous flesh into his mouth and licked furiously at her clitoris, his hands delighting in the spongy flesh of her buttocks as he drew her closer to him.

Lynn knew that she had been right only in part – it was like masturbation, but a thousand times better. His avid tongue was driving her toward another quick orgasm, and she didn't want it that way. She wanted it to last and last because she wanted to go on sucking his cock as long as possible. My God, she thought. What I've been missing! To hell with living here like a damned troll in a cave. Tomorrow she'd go out on the town and suck every cock she could find!

She held back from the impending orgasm, but that only served to increase the inferno of passion that stormed in her, the strain on tortured nerves and on a body that longed for release. Clutching each other tightly, they twisted and turned, undulating on the bed like an oddly shaped monster with legs on both ends, and they uttered blubbery sounds as of anguish. Then she felt his prick swell in her mouth and knew that he was about to come. She let herself go, wanting to scream with the sweet agony of it, yet not able to because her mouth was full of cock and was filling faster than she could swallow with the ambrosial stuff that gushed from him. She nearly choked, but managed to get it all down her throat; then it was over. Still they clung to each other, neither willing to admit that it had ended. As their bodies jerked in ever diminishing spasms of dying lust, they continued to suck each other hopefully until at last they realized that they could expect no more.

Sam sat up and turned around, and they lay with their arms about each other, murmuring endearments and kissing.

"I'll get a divorce from Shirley," he told her. "You'll marry me, won't you?"

She looked at him, startled. "Of course not! I'm not in love with you, and I wouldn't think of breaking up my sister's home. What we're doing is bad enough without that."

"But I can't do without you. All right then, if you won't marry me, at least live here with us always, and we can find chances to do this. After having you, I can't stand going to bed with Shirley."

Lynn shook her head. "No, Sam. This has been fun, and it was just what I needed, but we can't get away with it forever. She'd be bound to find out before long. Besides, I'm not going to be true to you. I want other men now… lots of other men. I'd like to suck all the cocks in San Francisco!"

He was shocked and said so. They argued awhile, but then the lure of each other's bodies proved too great, and before long they were back at it again, sucking each other greedily. It took them longer and left them more exhausted than before, so tired, in fact, that they went to sleep that way.

A sedan pulled into the curb a block from the Dryerson home. The man at the wheel turned to the blonde girl beside him and would have put his arm around her, but she moved away from him.

"Not here, Bob," Shirley Dryerson said. "Some of the neighbors may be watching. You're a glutton. We've done it twice since we left the office. I love these afternoons when the boss goes to see his mistress and we can sneak out early, but let's don't spoil it by getting caught."

He laughed. "Yeah, I love them, too, but they aren't enough for me, Shirley. Christ! I can't ever get enough of you. When are you going to divorce that guy and marry me?"

She shrugged. "Don't be impatient, honey. Sam won't be easy to divorce. I don't think he's got enough guts to do anything to give me grounds. I've got my sister staying with me. You should see her, Bob. She's beautiful and so hot she'd screw anything with a cock. And do you think that stupid husband of mine makes passes at her? Hah! He acts like she was part of the furniture. Would I ever like to catch them together! I'd take him for the works, believe me."

"Okay," Bob replied grudgingly, "but don't make me wait too long. Nobody can see this. At least, Goddamnit, let me get another feel." He put his hand under her thigh and worked it by the leg of her panties to touch her moist, warm crotch, and then slid it further under her and into the cleft between her buttocks to run his middle finger its full length up her anus.

"Don't, Bob!" Shirley gasped. "You know what that does to me. Quit it or I'll make you take me back to that motel and fuck me in the ass again." Her body was tense and her face showed the strain of the lustful emotions that rampaged through her. "Tomorrow night!" she whispered fiercely. "I'll try to get away for a while tomorrow night! I'll try to think of some excuse. Oh, Bob!" He still had his finger in her ass and had bent his head to her lap, pulling aside the nylon of her panties and running his tongue into her vulva until it touched her clitoris.

"Now stop!" she commanded sharply and pulled away from him again. "Meet me at the usual place tomorrow night." Then she slipped out of the car and trotted up the sidewalk. She looked back once to see the grimace of chagrin and frustration on his face before she hurried on to her house.