Selena Kitt - The Sybian Club

Dean picked up the DVD, making a move to go, and then turned back. “You know… I would suggest you move out of the suburbs. It’s just… safer. Somewhere more rural? Because while this Ray guy may not actually be the concerned citizen he claims to be, you know you’re living across the street from the Bible Beater from hell?”

Tasha laughed, knowing he was talking about Theresa Ryan. “She thought we were selling drugs.”

“You could always move it here,” Ashley offered, waving a hand around the room. Tasha stared at her, stunned. Ashley lived alone in a big farm house her mother had left to her when she died. The property was definitely not suburban, that was for sure. “I’ve got plenty of room, and I sure wouldn’t mind having five Sybians laying around.”

Tasha laughed, shaking her head. “I don’t blame you.”

Max looked thoughtful as he shook Dean’s hand, a gesture of good-will and goodbye. “We’ll definitely think about it.”

“So will we see you again?” Ashley asked, her voice softer as she looked up at Dean. He was tall – almost a foot taller than she was.

“I’ll give you a call when it’s all wrapped up,” he assured her. “Maybe I’ll come out here after… Oh!” Dean turned to Tasha and Max. “I wouldn’t go back home tonight or tomorrow if I were you. Just stay away from the house. I wouldn’t want you to accidentally tip Ray off somehow.”

Tasha and Max exchanged glances. Not go home? Where would they go? Tasha wondered if they could get a nice hotel room on such short notice.

“You can both stay here if you want,” Ashley said, looking between them. Tasha smiled at her friend, and that heat she’d felt when she looked at Dean was unmistakable. “I’ve got lots of room.”

“That’s a good plan.” Dean nodded. “All of you in the same place. I’d like that.”

“Me, too.” Max slid his arm around his wife, and another around Ashley’s shoulder, a smile spreading across his face. Tasha glanced at Dean, wondering if he had any idea that her husband’s motivations were very different from the young cop’s.

Dean gave Ashley another smile – one just for her, Tasha noted – before he left, carrying a copy of a very embarrassing video and two emails that would, hopefully, end this whole mess once and for all.

Tasha shut the door behind him, leaning on it and looking back and forth between her husband and her girlfriend. “Well, now what?”

“I don’t know.” Max shrugged, glancing at his watch. “It is getting late.”

Ashley reached over and slipped her hand into his. “How about… bed?”

Tasha smiled, moving to join them. “There’s an idea…”

Tasha pressed her naked belly to Ashley’s, wondering how things had moved from there to here, as Max nuzzled her neck and shifted his knee to part her legs. He was incredibly hard, pressed against her behind as Tasha cupped Ashley’s face in her hands to kiss her.

From there to here, she thought, from months ago in her basement with a Sybian – such a strange way to meet. Tasha remembered being completely captivated by Ashley and her very first orgasm, brought on by the machine and… maybe, she mused, just maybe, my being there had something to do with it. She thought, as Ashley moaned into her mouth and pulled her hand down to touch the smoothly shaved swollen part of her pussy lips, that maybe it was more truth than wishful thinking.

Ashley’s mouth trembled as Tasha kissed her and her fingers parted and found the sensitive bud of her clit. Ashley’s hips moved slightly in response to the motion, Tasha’s finger teasing, back and forth, round and round, not giving her anything consistent, nothing to count on, making her wonder what was coming next. Tasha could feel her tension, the anxiety of knowing that Max was naked in bed with them, the only thing between them the slender press of Tasha’s own body. Ashley hadn’t been with many men, and the ones she’d experienced had been, according to her description, “selfish.”

“You’re stretched as tight as piano wire,” Tasha murmured, kissing her way over Ashley’s ample cleavage, stopping at her fat, pink nipples and suckling there. Ashley just quivered in response as Tasha slid down between her thighs, gently parting and settling between them. Max didn’t vacate the space Tasha had left, his hand lazily working his cock as he watched his wife begin to lick Ashley’s pussy.

It took a while – much longer than usual – for Ashley to begin to really respond. Tasha persisted, latching her mouth over her tender, sensitive clit and licking with a rhythmic insistence that eventually, Ashley could no longer resist. Her hips began to move, her eyes closing and soft moans escaping her parted lips. Tasha barely heard her whispers, “Yes… yes… ohhh… faster…!” as Ashley’s hands clutched at the sheets, fisting, pulling, twisting them as she grew closer to her peak. Her first orgasm came like the tremble of a small earthquake, shaking the whole bed, as Ashley’s toes curled and her head moved from side to side, as if she were trying to deny the incredible pleasure pulsing through her body.

Tasha glanced over at Max, whose eyes never left the two of them, his hand squeezing the stiff exclamation of his cock. She wasn’t ready to give Ashley up yet – and more importantly, Ashley wasn’t ready. Tasha wanted Ashley to move that way first, and she knew, somehow, she would. Eventually. She kept her mouth over Ashley’s mound, her tongue pressed flat against her sensitive clit, barely moving, making her whimper and whisper, “No… no…” But Tasha wasn’t stopping. Not now.

“Oh God!” Ashley murmured as Tasha’s tongue began its slow lashing, a long, torturous punishment, back and forth. Tasha slipped her hand down between her own thighs, rubbing her aching clit as she licked Ashley toward her second orgasm of the night. There was no denying her own lust, the taste of pussy in her mouth and throat incredible. She was dizzy with the scent.

“Oh Tash… please… so good…”

Tasha murmured something but it was lost against Ashley’s flesh and came across just as an urging forward, onward, upward, yes! Ashley’s hips rocked faster now, her moans louder, her legs spread wide, wider still. Tasha used the fingers of her other hand, sliding two of them into the wet cavern of Ashley’s trembling pussy, pumping slowly in and out. It was a conscious reminder, and it worked.

“Yes!” Ashley gasped and bucked her hips in response. “Oh baby, yes! Fuck me! Harder! Harder!” Tasha did as she was told, pistoning her fingers faster into her wetness, her mouth latched over her mouth, tongue working furiously. Ashley rocked and twisted, forcing Tasha to bring her other hand, still soaked with her own juices, up to her girlfriend’s hip to steady her.

“More!” Ashley insisted, meeting each thrust of Tasha’s hand with her hips. “Oh fuck! MORE! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” Ashley reached her hand out, grasping blindly along the sheet until she met flesh-Max’s belly, taut with his own excitement. She turned her head toward him, eyes half-closed and full of lust. “Cock,” she whispered, sliding her hand down to cover his, squeezing his stiff length. “Oh please… give me your cock.”

Max groaned, moving toward her on the bed, kissing her softly as Tasha moved out of the way.

Ashley groaned when her friend left her hanging there, hovering, waiting for that sweet orgasm, but she didn’t protest long. Max moved between her thighs, parting them, positioning himself. Tasha stretched out beside them, her eyes meeting Max’s for a moment, feeling a sharp electric jolt pass between them before he turned his attention to Ashley.

“Are you sure?” he murmured, waiting, poised.