The Sybian Club (11 page)
Chloe climbed back onto the Sybian next to them, the one she had vacated to try the Robocock. She had taken off the g-spot attachment, and just had the clitoral stimulator attached. They watched her turn up the controls, moaning as she rocked on top of the machine, her thighs flexing with her movements.
“I wonder what Mrs. Ryan across the street would think about this whole operation you’ve got going?”
Ray took off his glasses and used the tail end of the tie to rub them, giving Tasha a long look. Mrs. Ryan ran a bible camp at her home in the summer where she indoctrinated children for what she called “The Army for God.”
Tasha opened her mouth to respond, but Paul’s voice calling her name distracted her. “Can you help us with this one, Tasha?” He and Kim were at the “Red Devil” now, while Nicki and Tom had moved on to the Sybian in the middle of the room.
“Excuse me.” Tasha refused to meet Ray’s eyes again, but she felt them on her as she moved to the other side of the room.
“She’s never tried anal before.” Paul glanced up at Tasha as she approached the couple—Kim on her hands and knees, the double dildos aimed and poised.
Tasha knelt beside Kim, frowning. “Are you
sure
you want to do it this way for your first time?” She studied the angle of the machine, the tenseness of the woman’s muscles. “Sometimes real flesh can be a little more forgiving than a dildo…”
“No, I want to.” Kim turned her face to look at Tasha, her eyes half closed. “Nicki made this one look soooo good…”
“Okay…” The couple had changed the dildos (Tasha had them color coded for each subsequent use) per her sterilization requirements. Tasha grabbed a bottle of KY and squirted it down the crack of Kim’s bottom. It slid over the smaller dildo pressed against her asshole and dripped down to the one sliding into her pussy. “Paul, rub that in.” Tasha was careful not to touch her, but Paul’s fingers worked the lubrication around his wife’s perineum, making her moan. She gasped when his fingers probed around the slim dildo pressing into her ass.
“You have to go slow and easy…” Tasha instructed, her hands on Kim’s hips. “Take it at your own pace.”
Kim’s flushed face rested on her crossed arms as she wiggled back, arching. The larger dildo slid easily between the trimmed, brown hair of her pussy, but the smaller one didn’t seem to want to pass the virgin hole of her ass. Tasha saw how tense her body was—the tremble and quiver in her thighs and belly. Her face was twisted, as if she were in great pain.
“Relax,” Tasha murmured, stroking the woman’s hair, touching her cheek. “Open your mouth…”
“My mouth?” Kim blinked at her, frowning.
“All our orifices are connected.” Tasha smiled, licking her own lips. “Open your mouth and make a low noise… so low you can feel it in your belly.”
Kim closed her eyes, flushing, clearly embarrassed, but she did what she was told. Her mouth opened in a little “o” and she made a soft sound, a little moan.
“No, honey.” Tasha shook her head, pressing her hand against the woman’s lower belly, resting right above her c-section scar. “I want the sound to come from here… wayyyy down here. Come on…”
Kim moaned again, lower this time, her body trembling still as she pressed back—but the quiver was less, and Tasha smiled as she saw the dildo slip half an inch into her little asshole. Paul saw it, too, his eyes widening in surprise.
“Do it again,” Tasha murmured, stroking the smooth roundness of Kim’s behind. “Lower… louder…”
“Ohhhhhh goddddd!” Kim groaned, low and long, easing back towards the machine. The KY pooled around the dildo’s shaft as it slipped past the taut ring of Kim’s asshole. She panted and gasped, her eyes fluttering open just for a moment, her face scrunched somewhere between pleasure and pain.
“Easy, easy.” Tasha’s hand pressed the woman’s lower back, watching her muscles tense and release, quivering with sensation. “Relax, Kimmie, it’s okay…”
Paul’s eyes widened as Tasha leaned over to turn on the machine. He looked concerned, but Kim nodded when Tasha asked if she was okay, giving her the go-ahead. A low hum began as the pistons pumped each dildo in a slow, shallow rhythm.
“Oh. My. God.” Kim’s fingers had already found her clit, rubbing faster as the machine picked up speed. Tasha followed her, turning the dials higher as Kim stroked her clit, both of them moving in sync, riding upwards in a furious rhythm. “Yes, ohhh yes! Faster! Harder!”
Glancing down at the controls, Tasha saw she could only bump it up one last notch, and so she did, hearing Kim squeal in response. The woman reached back blindly for her husband. Paul watched, wide-eyed, his erection tenting his robe, and was slow to respond to her plea. “Fuck! Paul! Come here!”
He moved in, kneeling beside her, glancing over the glistening small of her back at Tasha on Kim’s other side. He’d clearly never seen his wife in such a state, and the look on his face was caught between shock and excitement.
“Ohhhh God, that feels so good in my ass!” Kim moaned, reaching over to grasp her husband’s cock. His eyes widened in surprise and he gasped as she tugged on it, twisting with her hand. “Come on, baby, I want that cock in my mouth!”
He groaned, unable to resist her insistent pull. Tasha watched as Kim devoured his cock, moaning around the shaft as she took all of him in. He wasn’t as big as Max, or even Holly’s Rick, but he wasn’t small either, and still she managed to take him all the way down to the base.
“God damn!” His hand grasped her hair, pulled back into a ponytail, like a handle, working himself into her mouth.
“Paul,” she gasped, her eyes meeting his as she looked up at him. “Lick me… God, please! Lick my pussy!”
He didn’t need to be asked twice. Tasha watched him maneuver himself underneath her, pulling the pillow wedge out and replacing it with his own body. The machine was at a good angle, and she didn’t have to move at all for him to reach her pussy with his tongue. Kim continued to work his cock with both her hand and her mouth, and Tasha noticed that the pillow, which had rested underneath her, was soaked with breast milk. It was now running in white streams down Paul’s belly and sides.
“Oh fuck!” Kim pumped his cock against her cheek, gasping and writhing on top of him as the machine continued to fuck her. Tasha sat back on her heels, her breath coming in short gasps, feeling her own pussy spasming involuntarily in response as she watched. “I’m gonna come, baby! In my ass! In my ass!”
There was no stopping it, and Paul groaned and shuddered beneath her, filling her pumping hand with a stream of white hot cum. Tasha saw it flood against Kim’s cheek and mouth, her eyes closed as she lost herself in her own orgasm, quivering and bucking on top of him.
It was hard for Tasha to tear herself away, but the sharp sound of Regina’s voice across the room drew her attention. “Listen, pal, I think you need to learn that when a woman says no, she actually
means no
!”
“Come on, I was just playing around.” Ray put his hands up in a warding off gesture as
“Trying to stick your dick into someone without permission—that’s called rape. Didn’t they teach you that in asshole school?”
Uh oh.
She was going to have to head this off, and quick.
“Is everything okay?” Tasha slipped her slender frame between
“I think Raymond and his wife were just leaving.”
“Yeah, okay, we’re leaving.” Ray’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Tasha. “I don’t want to be part of this little perverted party, anyway.” He stalked over to where his wife was rocking back and forth on top of the Sybian and grabbed her arm, hauling her upward
“Hey!” Chloe’s eyes flew open in surprise. “Ray! Wha—?!”
“Shut up.” He steered her toward the door by her elbow. “Get your damned clothes on.”
Tasha looked between
“He tried to—” Ashley started, but Tasha held up her hand.
“I know.” Tasha shook her head and sighed. “He’s an ass. I shouldn’t have invited him.”
She turned toward the door with another sigh, heading after them in hopes of repairing the damage, all the while knowing it was impossible. She had a sudden, sinking feeling there were going to be consequences to this night—perhaps bigger ones than she could even imagine.
Chapter Nine
“What a night!” Ashley collapsed onto the couch, putting one leg up over the arm.
“A good one though…” Tasha peeked out the front blinds as the last couple—young Holly and Rick—pulled out of the driveway.
“Is it going to get better?”
Tasha smiled, glancing over her shoulder at the way Ashley’s black, silk robe parted over her thighs, exposing her shaved pussy. Tasha knew she had to be just as wet and excited from the night of watching all of the couples have sex as she was.
“This is the best part.” Tasha slowly unbuttoned her blouse as she advanced, watching Ashley’s eyes grow hungrier with every step. She peeled it off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Her bra was a front hook, and Ashley gave a little sigh when Tasha dropped that to the floor, too.
“We should really clean up.” Ashley’s eyes followed Tasha as she sank to her knees and began to kiss her way up her warm, shapely thigh.
“That’s what I’m doing…” Tasha could smell her, and she felt lightheaded when Ashley shifted, her lips parting slightly, revealing a flash of deep pink.
“Wait.”
Tasha groaned as Ashley covered her mound with her hand. Her nose brushed against knuckles instead of meeting the soft, wetness she’d expected.
“What about your neighbor?”
“Ray?” Tasha sighed, sitting back. She’d kicked her heels off when the last couple left, and was now just wearing her skirt and panties. “I don’t know… I think it’ll be okay.”
Ashley sat forward, her eyes searching, and Tasha looked away. “Liar.”
“I guess we should go clean up.” Tasha stood, picking up her blouse and shrugging it back on. She didn’t want to think about the way her neighbors had stormed off in the middle of the party—and she definitely didn’t want to think about the veiled threats Ray had thrown on his way out the door. According to him, he was going to call everyone in town about her “perverted sex club” and “shut her down faster than a whore house in the
“Hey…” Ashley caught up with her downstairs, tugging at her sleeve. “I didn’t mean to—”
“Don’t worry about it.” Tasha gave her a smile, one she hoped looked genuine and a lot less anxious than she felt. “Help me clean up?”
The room was a mess. Someone had stepped (or laid on?) an open tube of KY, and Tasha wasn’t sure how to get it out of the carpet. There were empty condom wrappers scattered all over the floor—the couples’ inhibitions had waned as the night went on, and a great deal of partner swapping had gone on. All of the toys had to be sterilized and each machine wiped down. She was almost tempted to just leave it until the morning.