The Sybian Club (17 page)

Tasha met Max’s eyes and then looked down at his cock, slick with Ashley’s wetness, moving in and out of that sweet, shaved cunt. She wanted everything all at once, the sensation beyond the pale now. Orgasm was imminent, at some point, but somehow it didn’t matter. It was the circle they made that mattered as Tasha leaned forward to kiss him, like they were one person, one thing, rocking together on the bed in some divine, blissful wake.

“Oh God, baby,” Tasha murmured, rolling her hips against Ashley’s mouth, the delicious friction building. She reached down to part Ashley’s pussy lips for her husband’s thrusting cock, rubbing the nub of her clit, the humming moan in Ashley’s throat a nice reward against her own clit. “Do you like that cock? Does that feel good?”

Ashley’s mouth was too full to reply but the tightening of her hands on Tasha’s hips was answer enough. Tasha rubbed her friend’s clit back and forth as Max made faster circles deep in her pussy. She felt Ashley trembling, her mouth sucking hard at Tasha’s mound, her soft moans growing louder.

“She’s gonna come,” Tasha murmured, rubbing faster, and Max groaned, fucking her harder, making Ashley gasp, her mouth forgetting entirely about Tasha’s pussy.

“Oh fuck!” Ashley’s hips bucked as she wrapped her arms around Tasha’s hips. “Oh God yes! Make me come! Now! Now!”

Tasha saw Max holding back as Ashley quivered beneath the both of them with the force of her climax, her teeth sinking so hard into Tasha’s thigh she would have a mark there for a week. Tasha hardly noticed at the time – instead, she worked Ashley’s clit, eager to tease every last bit of her orgasm from her, and from the sound of her begging, “Stop! Oh God! I can’t stand it!” she wholly succeeded.

“I want to fuck you,” Max told Tasha and slid his stiff, wet cock from the still-spasming tunnel of Ashley’s cunt. “Come here.”

Tasha was loathe to leave the sweet bath of Ashley’s tongue, but she did what he asked. He grabbed her and rolled her onto her belly on the bed, pulling her hips up and shoving himself deep into her pussy.

“Oh God!” Tasha moaned, reaching down to rub her pussy as he fucked her hard, driving himself deep with every thrust. She had almost forgotten about Ashley until she felt her fingers over hers, rubbing faster. When she opened her eyes, Ashley was there, her face inches away, her breath sweet with Tasha’s juices.

“Feel good?” Ashley asked and Tasha nodded, eyes half closed, her hips rocking back against her husband’s hard cock. She was so close to orgasm she couldn’t speak – she could barely breathe. Ashley leaned in and kissed her, shoving her tongue deep so Tasha tasted herself, and the motion sent her immediately over. She shuddered and roared and bucked on the bed, Ashley’s tongue still thrusting, Max’s cock, too, and there were so many fingers probing her pussy, taking her beyond the edge of reason, she lost count.

“Oh God.” Max held Tasha still, his hands gripping her hips. “Oh God, I can’t…”

Tasha murmured into Ashley’s mouth, but no one heard her. She had to break the kiss and gasp, “I want you to taste him with me.”

“Me first!” Ashley got up to her knees and reaching down to grasp the length of Max’s cock, pulling him slowly out of Tasha’s wetness. She pushed him back on the bed and settled herself between his legs, spending a long time licking his shaft and balls, making sure there wasn’t a bit of pussy juice left on him. Tasha watched for a while through half-closed eyes, laying on her belly on the bed. Then she crawled between his legs, too, nudging Ashley out of the way as they fought for the meat of his cock.

“Oh yeah…” Max’s hands were in their hair, his eyes going from one to the other as they licked and sucked, taking turns for a while, sharing like good girls, and then pushing each other out of the way. Tasha pumped him with her hand into Ashley’s mouth, both of their eyes turned up to him. “Oh fuck… I… can’t…”

“Wanna come, baby?” Tasha murmured, slapping the head of his cock against her cheek. “Whose mouth do you want to come in?”

“Both,” he groaned, his hips moving with the rhythmic tug of her hand as both women tongued the sensitive head of his cock. “Oh God, I’m gonna come!”

Tasha pressed her cheek to Ashley’s, the head of Max’s cock trapped between them as she milked the hot explosion of cum from his shaft. Ashley groaned and turned her face toward his spurting cock, her tongue catching a white, hot surge, and then another. Tasha turned her head, too, kissing Ashley hard, tasting her husband’s cum between them as they sucked each other’s tongues.

They settled down with Max between them, looking at each other over the rise and fall of his chest. His eyes were closed, but Tasha knew he was awake and listening.

Ashley smiled, tracing her finger around his nipple. “Too bad we don’t have a Sybian here.”

Max smiled, not opening his eyes. “We will.”

“We will?” Ashley raised her eyebrows.

Tasha shrugged, smiling too, and locked her fingers with Ashley’s. “Why not?”

* * * * * *

They were in bed when the call came in. They had gotten out of it a few times – to eat, to pee, to shower, and once, to play Scrabble at the kitchen table, wrapped in blankets. They never did get dressed.

Ashley answered, her voice changing so much the moment she knew who it was that Tasha knew immediately, too. Then she handed the phone over to Max.

“I don’t know, should we press charges?” Max asked, and then paused as he listened. “I guess as long as I have the assurance that there’s no video out there somewhere on the ’net…”

Tasha and Ashley looked at each other, frowning.

“Sure. Here she is.” Max grinned as he cupped the receiver so Dean couldn’t hear. “He wants to talk to you, Ashley.”

Tasha grinned as her friend took the phone, cradling it against her ear like a teenager and turning away from them to speak in a near whisper.

“I think they like each other,” Tasha said with a laugh.

Max grinned. “Ya think?”

“So what did he say?”

“They got him.” Max shrugged. “He confessed everything. Nearly peed his pants. Gave them all the equipment. They confiscated his computer. Dean wants to know if we want to press charges.”

“Do we?” Tasha frowned, watching Ashley carry the phone over to the windowsill and lean against it, a dreamy look on her face as she listened.

“I don’t know.” Max sighed. “I guess, as long as we have everything… and he can’t do it again. All’s well that ends well?”

Tasha glanced over to the window and smiled at her friend. “Looks like that just might be the case.”

“I hope so.” Max leaned back on the bed, putting his hands behind his head.

Tasha traced his navel with her finger. “Now we can decide what we want to do next.”

“I know what
I
want to do next.” He grinned, catching her wrist.

“Oh really?”

“It involves two beautiful women in my bed…”

She laughed and rolled her eyes. “Haven’t had enough of that yet?”

He raised his eyebrows at her. “Have
you
had enough of the Sybian?”

“Never!” She gasped in mock horror.

“Exactly,” he said, looking smug. “Now come here!” He pulled her down to snuggle beside him and held his arm out to Ashley, who was just hanging up the phone. “Both of you!”

Ashley settled in next to him, as well, giving a happy sigh that Tasha knew had much more to do with Dean than it did with being in bed with the two of them. The future was uncertain, to be sure, but it definitely looked like it was going to be interesting.

The End

ABOUT SELENA KITT

Like any feline, Selena Kitt loves the things that make her purr—and wants nothing more than to make others purr right along with her! Pleasure is her middle name, whether it’s a short cat nap stretched out in the sun or a long kitty bath. She makes it a priority to explore all the delightful distractions she can find, and follow her vivid and often racy imagination wherever it wants to lead her.

This sassy, outrageous author lives with her husband and children in the rural Midwest, all of whom she thinks are the cat’s meow. Her writing embodies everything from the spicy to the scandalous, but watch out—this kitty also has sharp claws and her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.

When she isn’t pawing away at her keyboard, she loves spending her time belly dancing, attending drum circles, gathering in women’s groups, and taking beautiful pictures of everything in her world.

Her e-publishing credits include:
U
Rosie’s Promise
published by Samhain and
Torrid Teasers #49
published by
Whiskey Creek Press
featuring two short stories,
French Lessons
and
I’ll Be Your Superman
in 2008. Her stories and poems are in the following anthologies:
Coming Together: For The Cure
,
Coming Together: Under Fire
and
Coming Together Volume 1
and
Volume 3
.
Two stories,
Sacred Spots
and
Happy Accident
, have been published by
Phaze Publishing
, and her novels
Christmas Stalking, Blind Date, The Surrender of Persephone
and
The Song of Orpheus
are coming soon. She has also been published online in
U
The Shadow Sacrament: a journal of sex and spirituality
,
U
The Erotic Woman
, and her story,
Connections
, was one of the runners-up for the
U
2006 Rauxa Prize
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, given annually to an erotic short story of “exceptional literary quality,” out of over 1,000 nominees, where awards are judged by a select jury and all entries are read “blind” (without author’s name available.)
 
She can be reached on her website at
www.selenakitt.com
or email
[email protected]

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