0 comments/ 35303 views/ 3 favorites The Sybian By: bigcanuck DISCLAIMER: No, this story is not real. Hell, it might not even sound realistic. The people are real (although the names have been changed), but that's about it. I'm not big on build-up or character development, so if that's what you're looking for, prepare to be disappointed. I hope you enjoy it, but if you don't I probably won't lose any sleep over it... *************************** Marie and Wayne had been dating for almost a year now. They seemed perfect for each other, sharing an interest in pornography and kinky sex. They had experimented with each other quite a bit. They both enjoyed rough sex, anal sex, bondage, role-playing and sex in public places. They both agreed that they wanted to try threesomes, but they hadn't gotten around to that yet. Today was Marie's birthday, and Wayne had taken her out to dinner before taking her back to his place to give her the present he had bought for her. When they arrived at his apartment he led her into the bedroom and switched on the floor lamp in the corner. "Ready for your gift?" he asked. "Yes!" she said, sounding more like she was ten years old than her actual age of twenty-two. "It's right there," he said, pointing to something in the middle of the floor, covered by a blanket. Curious, she walked over and removed the blanket, revealing her gift. "Oh my god!" she exclaimed. "Is that what I think it is?" "You said you wanted to try one, right?" "Yeah, but I didn't think you'd go and buy one!" she said. "Where the hell did you find a sybian?" "You can order pretty much anything online," he replied. "Still want to try it?" "Hell yeah!" she said. He watched as she took off her clothes, then stood over top of the machine. She looked at him, reached down and rubbed her pussy for a minute, then sat down. She lowered her pussy down onto the cock-shaped part of the device. As she picked up the control Wayne took off his clothes and sat in the chair in the corner. Marie shuddered as she turned on the device, sending the soft vibrations through her entire pussy. Wayne's cock was rock-hard and he began to stroke it as he watched his girlfriend ride the sybian. "Does that feel as good as a real cock?" he asked. "Fuck yeah!" she said. "It's different, but it's just as good!" She turned it up just a bit, moaning softly in pleasure. "Is it going to make you cum?" She wasn't able to respond verbally as she turned up the speed once again. "Oh fuck!" she screamed. "Holy fucking shit!" She came hard, thrashing on top of the unit. "That felt so fucking good! I might have found a replacement for your big dick!" She rode the sybian, grinding her hips down onto it and moaning loudly. "Keep stroking that dick while you watch me baby!" She turned it up again, almost making herself collapse. "That feels fucking incredible!" she said. "My pussy is so wet!" "You look so fucking hot right now!" he told her. "My cock is ready to blow!" "Holy shit baby!" she screamed. "I'm fucking cumming again! My pussy's on fire!" As she came down from her orgasm, Wayne stood up and walked towards her. He stood in front of her and began rubbing his cock, pointing it right at her. She wanted to suck his cock so badly, but she just didn't have the ability to do it. Wayne thought about fucking her face, doing the work for her, but he decided against it. "I want it all over my face baby!" she cried. A couple of minutes later, after they both moaned and groaned in ecstasy, Wayne shot a huge load onto Marie's face. The sensation triggered Marie's orgasm as well. "It feels so fucking good! Cum for me baby!" Their orgasms subsided and Marie turned off the sybian. "That was so fucking hot!" Wayne said, looking down at her cum-covered face. "I came so fucking hard!" she said. "Looks like you've got some competition!" "Don't worry," he said, helping her up. "I think I'm up for the challenge." The Sybian Bull Rider "I tell you Hank, if there's a mechanical bull in the county I can ride it," Art said, running his hand over the stubble of his newly shorn hair. He pulled his grimy cowboy hat back on and tipped the brim at a passing lady. "You don't understand Art, it's not a mechanical bull, this is not that type of a club anymore," Hank replied shuffling through his wallet to pay the cover charge for the two of them. "It's under new management with a complete new clientele." "Damn it Hank, it still says Gilley's in red neon and if it's Gilley's there's got to be bull riding," he replied looking around for the men's room. "Look I got to drain the lizard here, you seen a men's room?" "Back there in the corner, that little door there." "Damn, back there? Hell the ladies room is just right there, looking pretty nice and they got the men's room tucked back by some stock room." "I tell you Art, this is not that kind of place anymore," Hank replied, nodding at a pair of women who had been giving him and Art the evil eye since they stepped in. Sitting down at a bar stool, he watched Art saunter towards the men's room acting as if every woman in the place was looking at him. Well they were looking at him but not in the way he thought. "Two Miller Lights," Hank said to the bartender, but when the crew cut woman merely shook her head he amended his order, "Okay, whatever beer you have." "Two Pauly Girls coming up," she replied with a sadistic grin. Hank nodded and then said to Art, who was just settling onto the barstool next to him, "I got you a beer coming." "Good, I need one. You know they only got one urinal there. I remember the old Gilley's, they had them up one wall and down another." "It's like I keep telling you Art, the place has changed. It's not even Gilley's anymore, it's Tilley's." "Well the sign sure looked the same to me," Art complained. "That's part of the gag here. The point is, this place is about as different from Gilley's as you can get." "Look the only reason I made you take me here is the bull riding contest. Looking around I don't see a single cowboy and hell, no woman's gonna out ride me." "I'm not so sure about that Art. That is a sybian device of some sort " "I don't care what country it's from, I can ride it. I mean look at me man, I'm six foot two inches tall, I work out, got muscles and a six pack stomach, and I have the perfect line for a bull rider. Hell, and after I win the contest, I'm gonna pick me out one of them fillies there and take her for the ride of her life," Art said, nodding his head toward two woman sitting at a table together. "Look Art, I don't think those girls are going to be interested in you. In fact I think they are together." "Hell, that's no big deal, one for you and one for me. And if you're not game, hell then both for me, I've done that before," Art replied, taking a sip from his beer. "Hey what kind of foreign shit is this," he exclaimed. "They were out of Miller Light, just drink it. And your ladies over there, I think they are a couple." "Yeah, they're a couple of women and we're a couple of guys, sounds pretty natural to me." "No, you don't understand," Hank started, and then stopped, looked closely at Art and then over at the two women, now glaring in their direction. "I give up," he finished. Suddenly the lights dimmed and the spotlight came up on the "mechanical bull" as Art would have described it. A burly woman dressed in all black stepped out and said, "Ladies, we're about to begin our contest. Please, we need all contestants move over to the dressing rooms and undress." "Undress, why I never done any bull riding with no clothes on before," Art said. "I keep telling you Art, this is not a bull riding contest, it's a sybian..." "It don't matter what country it's from, I can ride it. Besides, the ladies get a gander at my ole eight-incher and I'll have my pick of the litter." All Hank could do was murmur, "You poor dumb bastard," as he headed over to a dressing room. In a few minutes he watched Art walking out, flaunting his well hung package to the women around him. The announcer said, "Well, this may be interesting ladies, our first contestant is Art, a famed mechanical bull rider from the old Gilley days. Whoa, whoa there cowboy," she shouted out as Art hopped up on the device, grabbing the "saddle horn" and holding his hand up over his head. A couple of the helpers there, got Art off the device, carefully placed a condom over the dildo and then lubed it up liberally. As Art climbed onto the device, the two ladies explained the "horn" to him, and then helped him keep his balance as he lowered himself onto the device. Hank could hear Art's low moan just before he called out, "Maximum setting, that's the only way I rid them." The lady at the controls adjusted the device and then stepped back as it was turned on. Art had assumed the classic bull riding form, with one hand cast up in the air over his head and the other hand leaning on the front of the device. When the dildo began its turning motion, he quickly grabbed both hands onto the "saddle" and leaned forward. Hank watched as Art began moving up and down on the dildo, screaming out, "Oh my, oh yeah..." Art's cock had become erect and he quickly grabbed it with one of his hands as he continued bucking up and down on his "mechanical bull." After a few minutes Art hollered, "Oh come on ladies, here I go," as suddenly he came spewing his cum in long arcs onto the floor and onto the sybian device. The device was immediately shut down and Art rushed to the dressing room amid boos and catcalls from the ladies. Several women threw their drinks at him as he rushed by, soaking him with the icy liquid. Hank quietly moved from his table and wandered around to the dressing room. In a few minutes Art appeared asking, "Well did I win?" "You stupid fuck, those women are ready to kill you. Let's get out of here," Hank said, grabbing him by the arm and walking briskly toward the exit. When they got safely in Hank's truck, Hank started the engine and backed out of his parking place. As they carefully negotiated the parking lot Art said, "You know Hank, I think those women might have been Lesbos." "You think Art, you really think?" "Yeah, it had to be. But you know, if I'd have let them see a bit more of this ole eight-incher I bet I'd of turned a few of them." Pulling out onto the street Hank thought to himself, "That seals it, I've got to find some new friends." The Sybian Club Ch. 01 It was Tasha's curiosity, really, that started it all. She was obsessed with Sybian porn. Her eyes would get all dreamy and half-closed every time they watched. And Max had to admit, the thought of watching her climb on and ride one of those things had him going. Besides, he never could say no to her. Still, Max was a business man, an investor. The cost of a Sybian of their very own was cost-prohibitive, to say the least. There were rentals available, but none in their area. That's when he got his brilliant idea, and that's how the Sybian Club began—a two thousand dollar investment, clearing out a private room in their basement, and a website. They started by offering free introductory sessions. Max felt a little bit like a heroin dealer... "The first one's free, man!" But Tasha's instincts had been right on. Once a woman had a ride on the Sybian, she wanted to ride it again. "If you build it, they will cum!" she said... and man, did they cum... and cum... and cum! ----- "I can't do this." Nicki stopped short as Tasha opened the door. "I can't... just forget it..." "Yes," Tasha insisted, coming up behind her friend and steering her toward the now open door. "You can. There's no one here but us, and aside from showing you the video, I can leave the room entirely if you want." Nicki frowned, staring at the dark saddle-shaped thing in the middle of what looked like a doctor's examining table. "That's it?" Tasha smiled, shutting the door and picking up a remote. "Just watch... and trust me." The small television in the corner came to life, and both women took a seat side by side in two chairs against the wall. On the screen, a robed woman was choosing which "attachment" she wanted to try out, and in the process, explaining what each of them did. Nicki licked her lips, glancing over at Tasha, and then back to the television. When Nicki had confessed her inability to have an orgasm during sex, Tasha had replied, "I have just the thing!" This, apparently, was the thing. Who kept something like this in their basement? Nicki wondered, tucking her short blonde hair behind her ears, her eyes wandering around the room. It was small, with no furniture except the chairs and the table with the machine on it. There was a sink in the corner with a cupboard underneath. The walls were painted a faint rose color, and there were tasteful nudes hung there. "Look," Tasha whispered, nudging her friend, and Nicki sat frozen as she watched the woman on the screen straddling the black-saddle, which was now equipped with a skin-colored rubber-like strip that had a penis-shaped probe on top. The woman had taken off her robe, and Nicki admired her heavy breasts before her eyes fell to the dark triangle between the woman's legs. The dark haired woman was slowly sinking down onto the dildo attached to the machine. There was some explanation of how to work the controls, rotation, vibration, Nicki wasn't sure, because she couldn't take her eyes off the woman's pussy. She was rocking a little, and the camera moved in close, so you could see how her clit moved back and forth over the flesh-colored rise. The machine vibrated louder. The woman moaned and rocked. Nicki felt her breath coming faster and shifted uncomfortably in her chair. "It feels so good, you won't believe it," Tasha confided, giving her a sideways glance. Nicki licked her lips again. "It sure looks like it." "Wanna try?" Nicki could feel a hot ache between her legs. She looked from the saddle-like contraption on the table, to the woman on the screen whose face was twisted in bliss. "Max isn't here, is he?" Nicki asked, glancing toward the ceiling. "I can get... loud..." Tasha smiled. "No boys allowed. But if you talk to Tom about it, and he wants to see... we can make a tape for him." Nicki's eyes widened at the thought of her husband watching her up on that thing. "Come on," Tasha urged, turning off the video and standing up. "You don't have to get undressed if you don't want. Just take your panties off." Flushing, Nicki stood, slipping off her heels. She nudged her skirt up in back, so she could catch hold of the elastic edge of her panties. Tasha was busying herself with the machine, positioning a flesh-colored rubber strip like the one they'd seen on the tape. "Hop up." Tasha nudged a stool out from under the table and took her friend's hand. When Nicki hesitated, biting her lip and staring at the machine, Tasha said, "Don't worry, everything's sterilized." "How do I...?" Nicki had to pull her skirt up to swing her leg over the dark hump, and she sat, staring down at the dildo-shape. "You've used toys before, right?" Tasha asked, squirting a little clear fluid over the plastic penis. "Just slide it inside of you." Grasping the ridged surface of the dildo, Nicki lifted her skirt and edged her way toward it, shivering a little as it brushed her clit before coming to rest at the entrance of her pussy. Slowly, she wiggled her way down, spreading her thighs wide over the rounded back of the machine. "Like that?" Nicki asked, flushing as she saw Tasha looking between her legs. That's when she noticed the large mirror hanging against the opposite wall. Shocked, Nicki stared at her reflection, a woman in a black skirt and a white blouse, completely dressed for the office—except for the whole straddling thing, and the five inch dildo pressed up into her flesh. "Perfect," Tasha agreed, handing her friend the controls. "Here." Still surprised at her own reflection, Nicki murmured, "Maybe this isn't such a good idea." "Trust me, it's a great idea. You'll thank me." Tasha took the controls from her friend's hand and turned the machine on, making it vibrate. "Hey!" Nicki squealed and jumped, half laughing, as a gentle buzz began between her thighs. "Ohh... god... that's nice." Tasha grinned. "But that's not all it does, sweetness. It rotates, too." She manipulated the dual controls, upping the vibration a little, as well as turning on the rotation. Nicki gasped, her eyes growing wide. "Oh!" "Here," Tasha said, attaching a large square block of comparable size to the front of the Sybian. "You can use this to lean on. You'll probably need to." "Oh my god," Nicki whispered, feeling a gentle rotation deep inside her pussy. The thing was turning around and around in there! Her eyes closed and she rocked, remembering the woman in the video, how she had rocked, too. It seemed like such a natural thing to do, rubbing her clit over the vibrating nub between her thighs. "It's like fucking," Nicki murmured, grasping the hand-rest that Tasha had put down for her as she rolled her hips over the black saddle. How many times had she sat up on Tom like this, rocking and rolling? She couldn't count. But oh my god, fucking Tom had never been like this! "Oh I need more," Nicki moaned, wiggling down against the machine. "Faster, Tasha. Please!" Tasha kicked it up another notch, her own pussy beginning to get wet as she watched her friend's reaction. Part of her couldn't wait for Nicki to go, so she could get on and go for a ride herself! But she had promised Max she wouldn't mix business with pleasure. She was only going to show her girlfriends the benefits of the Sybian, and that was all. "Ohhhh yessss!" Nicki's thighs trembled and she pulled her skirt up further, giving Tasha a clear view of her friend's pussy. Tasha sank into a seat to watch, squeezing her thighs together and swallowing hard as she edged the rotation up another notch, too. "Oh my fucking god!" Nicki moaned, her head going back, her whole body shivering. "What in the hell is it doing?!" "Ride it," Tasha urged, licking her lips as she edged the vibration up again. "Come on, baby, ride it good!" "Oh, oh, oh, oh!" Nicki's blonde hair flew all around her face as she shook her head, trying to deny the sensation coursing through her body. The thing between her legs was alive, humming its way into her flesh, somehow, making her tremble in its grip. That ridged pole shoved up into her was turning, relentless, rubbing up against some deep place that she hadn't even know existed. Her clit felt swollen, huge, and the wetness between her legs had nothing to do with the lubrication that Tasha had provided before the ride began. "You close, baby?" Tasha asked, squeezing her legs together again, feeling the gentle throb between them. "Want more?" "Yes!" Nicki gasped, tearing at her blouse, popping two of the buttons so she could get to her breasts. She rubbed them, her fingers moving under her bra, pulling at her nipples. "Oh god, more more!" Tasha gave her more, maxed it out, the whole room humming with the machine's force. She could see Nicki's orgasm coming, could read it like a neon sign on her face, the flushed cheeks, the open, gasping mouth. "Nowwwwwwwww!" Nicki howled, jerking and bucking on top of the machine, mashing her whole pussy down against it as if she could merge with it somehow. She was seeing blackness and stars, the quivering of her flesh nothing compared to the heat coursing through her veins. Gasping, moaning, she pulled herself off the pulsing torrent between her thighs. Panting, staring at the still-sticky, rotating cock, Nicki shuddered again, an aftershock. Her ears were ringing, and she barely heard Tasha's words. "Now... didn't that feel good?" Good? Nicki couldn't find her voice. She sat in the sticky pooling mess on the table, unable to focus on anything but the waves of fading pleasure rushing through her body. Tasha turned off the machine and began cleaning up. She handed Nicki a warm washcloth. "Thanks." Nicki couldn't help but flush. She slipped her panties back on, glancing in the mirror to smooth her hair. "Oh my god... Tasha... that was..." "I know." Tasha's eyes were bright as she tossed the flesh-colored accessories into the sink. "But..." Nicki sat on one of the chairs, her legs feeling still too shaky to hold her. "How is this going to help me have orgasms during sex, exactly?" "Well..." Tasha shrugged. "Now, at least, you know you can have one with something inside you, right?" "Yeah, but..." Nicki looked longingly over at the machine on the table. Her body was already missing it somehow. "Tom doesn't vibrate and rotate and..." Tasha grinned. "Well... you can always come back for a ride. We're starting a club." "A club?" Nicki pressed her hands to her cheeks, trying to cool them. "The Sybian Club," Tasha confirmed. "It doesn't cost a lot to join, and you can have twenty minutes on the Sybian for fifty bucks." Nicki stared at her, dumbfounded. "Are you serious?" Tasha nodded. "I wanted one, and Max figured, you know, this was the best way to pay for it. It isn't cheap... but isn't it worth it?" Nicki found herself nodding, looking back at the Sybian. "Yeah." "Tell all your friends," Tasha urged. "Tell everyone you know. The first ride is always free!" ----- >^,,^ ----- Kitties love being petted, so don't hesitate to leave me some feedback! If you enjoyed this story, please take a moment to vote a "5." Also, if this story appealed to you, you can check out my other stories on Lit. The list is growing! Thanks for reading, *~Selena~* The Sybian Club Ch. 02 It was Tasha's curiosity, really, that started it all. She was obsessed with Sybian porn. Her eyes would get all dreamy and half-closed every time they watched. And Max had to admit, the thought of watching her climb on and ride one of those things had him going. Besides, he never could say no to her. Still, Max was a business man, an investor. The price of a Sybian of their very own was cost-prohibitive, to say the least. There were rentals available, but none in their area. That's when he got his brilliant idea, and that's how the Sybian Club began—a two thousand dollar investment, clearing out a private room in their basement, and a website. They started by offering free introductory sessions. Max felt a little bit like a heroin dealer... "The first one's free, man!" But Tasha's instincts had been right on. Once a woman had a ride on the Sybian, she wanted to ride it again. "If you build it, they will cum!" she said... and man, did they cum... and cum... and cum! ----- "It will blow your mind!" That's what Nicki had said. Kim sat in her car contemplating the average looking suburban house, tempted to turn the key in the ignition and just take off again. What am I doing here? She glanced down at the hands in her lap, her nails ragged, and sighed. Marriage therapy, individual therapy, various serotonin-altering drugs, even a weekend away at some swinging couples resort, and still, since the second baby, there had been nothing, not any hint of a spark. This is my last resort. "Hi!" The woman who swung the door open smiled warmly. Kim admired the way her short, dark hair curled like two commas, one on each cheek. "You must be Kim?" "Tasha?" Kim returned the woman's smile with a hesitant one of her own, suddenly all too aware of her mousy brown mommy's ponytail and her unstylish sweats and hoodie combination. "Come on in!" Tasha was dressed to the nines, her heels clicking on the stairs as she led the way down. "Nicki told me all about you." Kim flushed, following the dark-haired woman into the room. "All... about me?" Tasha smiled, offering her a seat. Something about her made Kim feel immediately comfortable. "Listen... we're both women. We know what it's like, right?" Tucking her purse under the chair, Kim sat, frowning. "I guess so..." "Our bodies are like fine tuned machines," Tasha said, picking up a remote and sitting next to her guest. "We need all sorts of revving up and tinkering with to get to our destination, you know what I mean?" Kim cleared her throat and couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, sure." "And it isn't always easy to be interested, when you're already tired, and you've spent all day picking up after the kids and cooking dinner..." Tasha went on, and Kim stared at her, nodding encouragement. "It isn't easy, especially when... well, you know most guys... I mean, some of them... the numbers on the clock don't even change by the time they're done, right?" Kim let out a sigh of relief. She knew Nicki must have told this woman everything. "I just need time, you know? Like... some build up..." Tasha nodded sympathetically. "Or... you need a ride on the Sybian." She started the video, and Kim sat, transfixed. They had tried all sorts of things, including watching porn together, to get her interested in sex again, and this was rather tame in comparison. But there was something about it... the look of sheer ecstasy on the woman's face! It made her feel weak and a little dizzy just watching. "Does it feel as good as it looks?" Kim asked, feeling a tingle between her legs. Tasha smiled. "Better. Ready to try it?" Kim was already toeing off her shoes and pulling her sweats and panties down over her hips, unmindful of stretch marks or her cesarean scar. Tasha didn't even raise an eyebrow when she stripped off her hoodie, too, unhooking her bra and letting her breasts, full and slightly pendulous from still nursing her six month old, swing free. She climbed up onto the machine completely nude, except for a pair of purple socks. "Can I have that one?" Kim asked, pointing to the life-like penis. Her eyes were bright, and whatever nervousness she'd been experiencing had been replaced by anticipation. Tasha fitted the insert onto the machine and squirted a little clear lubricant down the shaft. "These are the controls, like you saw in the video. This one is vibration, this one is rotation." Kim looked down at the box in her hand, suddenly doubtful that it could do any more than the hundred other sex toys they had tried over the years. Still, the look on the woman's face in the video kept coming back to her. What the hell? It's worth a shot. She positioned herself over the plastic cock, using the black box in front of the Sybian to steady herself as she slid down onto the slick length of it. "Once you get the hang of the controls, I can go, if you want me to," Tasha said. Kim flicked the switch marked "vibration," smiling at the sensation between her thighs. "Mmm... nice." Tasha sat down in the chair, smiling. "The good thing about the Sybian is that you don't really even need a lot of foreplay... it takes you right there." The woman riding the machine closed her eyes, rocking her hips against the flesh-colored ridge pressing up between her pussy lips. The hair there was light brown and trimmed neatly. Tasha watched Kim's face, fascinated by what she saw there. It happened to all of them—that look of surprise that changed to awe and wonder, and eventually, carried them away. "Oh that's so good," Kim murmured, rocking and rolling with it. "Don't forget the rotation," Tasha reminded her. Kim opened her eyes, surprised out of her blissful state, and looked down at the box. "Trust me, you'll love it." Doubtful, Kim flicked the switch. She had never had any luck finding that mysterious "G-Spot," and had serious doubts about the veracity of women's claims about having one. She was pretty sure it was all something women made up to get men off and make them feel like having a penis rubbing up inside the vagina actually felt good. For Kim, back when they were having sex and she was into it, even a little, it had always been about the clit. Frowning, Kim wiggled on the machine. There was pressure deep inside her as the plastic penis began to slowly rotate. The vibration was sending lovely waves of pleasure through her, and she turned that knob, making it hum faster. "It takes a few minutes for the rotation to start to feel good," Tasha explained. "But once it kicks in..." Kim nodded, not really hearing her. The sensation was increasing, and her pussy responded to the buzz of the machine, clamping down on the cock between her legs. She couldn't believe it, but she was going to cum—so fast! No vibrator ever had made her cum so fast! Moaning, she gripped tightly to the machine, her thighs quivering as her orgasm began, her clit making circles over that slick, vibrating ridge. Tasha watched, crossing her legs and feeling that dull ache between them. She wasn't wearing any panties, and she had just climbed off the machine not an hour before Kim had arrived. Her pussy was spasming, though, like the ghost of a memory, longing to feel it again. "That's good," Tasha whispered, wiggling in her seat, as she watched the woman cum. The dark points of her nipples were hard, and she noticed that tiny beads of milk were forming there as Kim moaned and rocked her climax to the brink and beyond. "Oh my god," Kim gasped, brushing the stray hair out of her eyes that had fallen from her ponytail. She looked at Tasha through half-closed eyes. "That's incredible!" Tasha nodded, smiling. "Keep going, sweetie... turn it up." Kim shivered, turning the knob on the rotation a little higher. She didn't think her clit could stand any more vibrating. The cock inside her turned faster, forcing her flesh to move and give with each pass. It made her feel a little like she had to pee, and she glanced down guiltily at the wetness between her legs, wondering if she had. "Keep riding the wave," Tasha urged, seeing the woman's eyes close again as the machine worked its magic. Kim's pussy had never felt so good. Her whole body felt as if it were on fire, and the pressure building between her legs was intense. She leaned into it, letting the cock inside her do the work, the rising shake and hum of the machine working once again on her clit. Her breath came faster and faster, and her moans filled the room. "Ohhhh please!" Kim was begging, now, although there was no one to plead with. The machine was relentless. "Oh fuck, oh yes, oh what... what... is... that?" Tasha smiled at the confused look on the woman's face, realizing what was coming—her first g-spot orgasm. Kim's body stiffened, her eyes flying open, and then they closed, her face twisting, almost as if she were in pain. "Oh FUCK!" she cried, bucking her hips on the machine, her back arching, her ponytail completely gone now, her hair falling down her back. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Kim's nipples weren't just beading milk, now, they were streaming thick white rivulets down her belly as she came, running down to join the pool of sticky wetness between her thighs. Nothing had ever felt as good as this, and although she never wanted it to end, the sensation was so intense that she almost couldn't stand it. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," she whispered over and over, quickly turning the machine off and climbing down, as if she couldn't get away fast enough. "What is this thing?" "Heaven," Tasha sighed, smiling at the woman as she leaned against the table, wiping hair off her sweaty brow. "Don't you think?" Kim stared at the dark-haired woman, still too shocked to speak. She hadn't had an orgasm since before the baby was born, and she didn't ever remember cumming so hard, or like that, before. She wasn't sure, but she thought that the machine had actually found that fabled g-spot. Tasha was beginning to clean up the room, and she offered Kim a warm washcloth. "I want to do that again," Kim confessed, using the cloth to wipe the milk from her belly and breasts. Smiling, Tasha handed her a card. "Well... you're in luck. We're starting a club." ----- >^,,^ ----- Kitties love being petted, so don't forget to leave me some feedback to make me purr! If you enjoyed this story, please leave a vote at the end. (Kitties love 5's! :) And if this story appealed to you, you can check out my other stories on Lit. The list is growing! Thanks for reading, *~Selena~* The Sybian Club Ch. 03 It was Tasha's curiosity, really, that started it all. She was obsessed with Sybian porn. Her eyes would get all dreamy and half-closed every time they watched. And Max had to admit, the thought of watching her climb on and ride one of those things had him going. Besides, he never could say no to her. Still, Max was a business man, an investor. The cost of a Sybian of their very own was cost-prohibitive, to say the least. There were rentals available, but none in their area. That's when he got his brilliant idea, and that's how the Sybian Club began—a two thousand dollar investment, clearing out a private room in their basement, and a website. They started by offering free introductory sessions. Max felt a little bit like a heroin dealer... "The first one's free, man!" But Tasha's instincts had been right on. Once a woman had a ride on the Sybian, she wanted to ride it again. "If you build it, they will cum!" she said... and man, did they cum... and cum... and cum! ----- Tasha was nervous. She paced the tiles of the bathroom floor, her four inch heels echoing in the small space, not even bothering to stop and check her hair and makeup in the mirror. On the other side of that door was a scenario that could either make or break their new business venture, and she wasn't sure she was up to the task. "Someone's in here!" she snapped at the door, and the knocker retreated. "I can do this," she whispered, pressing her forehead against the door, laying her palms flat there to cool them. "I can do this, I can do this." So far, it had only been Tasha and a friend, or a friend of a friend, alone in their remodeled basement "Sybian Room." Now, it was an entire house full of clients and potential clients, drinking champagne or beer and nibbling on cheese and canapés and waiting for Tasha to start the show. She took a deep breath, smoothing her skirt over her hips, and opened the door. The sound of women laughing and talking filled the living room and family room. Tasha grabbed a glass of champagne off the buffet and gulped it, taking a deep breath before she cleared her throat. No one heard her of course. "Hello!" she called over the noise of the crowd. Still, nothing. She raised her voice as loud as she could. "Who wants to have the most total body, toe-curling orgasm of their life?" The room went quickly silent, twenty pairs of blinking eyes on her, now. The women from the family room were crowding into the living room to listen. Tasha grinned. "My name is Natasha Rivera and I'll be your host tonight. You can call me Tasha. Some of you already know me, and have even ridden the Sybian before..." she smiled over at Nicki, who gave her a wink. "Some of you are meeting me for the first time, and have never heard of a Sybian." She had their attention now. "As you know from your invitation, you are going to be given a free opportunity to ride the Sybian. If you like your experience, you'll have the option of taking a full ride for a small fee at the end of the night. You can also join our Sybian Club, and I will give you more information about that, later." Tasha covered the distance between the buffet and the television, picking up the remote. "The Sybian is the Rolls Royce of pleasure machines—it's the ultimate in female stimulation. And it's something so hard to describe, that you really have to experience it firsthand to understand what I mean when I say it's the most pleasurable thing a woman will probably ever feel." A few of the women were nodding, that knowing look on their faces. Tasha looked around the room. Several of the women were fidgeting, looking embarrassed. Others appeared interested, their eyes a little too bright. "I'm going to show you a short introductory video, and then I'll answer any questions you have." Tasha turned on the television and pushed "play" on the remote. The room grew even more quiet as the video began, the woman on the screen talking about the Sybian, its attachments, and how it all worked. When she climbed onto the machine and began to ride, there was a little collective gasp, followed by a rapt kind of group attention that Tasha had rarely ever experienced. Every person there couldn't take her eyes of the screen. The sounds of the woman's pleasure filled the room. When the video was over, Tasha turned off the television and asked, "Any questions?" A young girl in the corner raised her hand. Tasha judged she couldn't be a day over eighteen—although she knew that she had to be, at least, eighteen. No invitations had been issued to minors. Tasha had double checked that fact when people called to confirm their reservations. "How long do we get to ride?" the young blonde asked. Tasha smiled. "Five minutes. I know it doesn't sound long, but trust me... it's long enough. And with as many people as we have here, we'd be here all night if we offered longer rides. But the good news is, if you decide to join the Sybian Club, you can ride for twenty minutes at a time whenever you want for a small fee. That's usually more than sufficient for most women." The girl nodded, leaning over to whisper something to the older woman sitting next to her, who nodded, too. "Any other questions?" Tasha asked. A busty redhead sitting beside Nicki raised her hand. "Can we pick our own attachments?" "Oh, right, attachments," Tasha nodded. "Because of the need for sterilization after use, you'll be riding tonight without attachments, at least for your free trial." There was a collective sigh, the sound of disapproval, in the room. "But trust me, you'll still have a great ride." The room didn't look convinced. Tasha swallowed hard. "Plus, we are going to have a door prize! To enter, you just have to sign up for the Club and, at the end of the night, I'll draw the winner—who gets a full twenty minute ride, with the attachments of her choice!" This time, the collective sound was one of approval and excitement. Tasha smiled. Who didn't love to win a prize? "Any other questions?" "What about privacy?" It was the buxom redhead again. Tasha gave her a smile. "You'll be in a private room. I will be there to show you how to work the machine, but that's all. And as it said on the invitation, we encouraged you to wear a long, flowing dress or an extra long t-shirt. If you didn't wear one, and you're worried about your modesty, I have a few extra long t-shirts." The redhead nodded, looking satisfied. The blonde raised her hand again, and said, "My boyfriend really, really wanted to come and watch..." The roomful of women tittered and grinned. "Is that allowed?" the girl finished, giving the room a sheepish smile. "Ahhh I know the menfolk would love to watch," Tasha winked. "But honestly, the poor guys get so excited that it just ends up being such a mess..." The women laughed knowingly, giving each other sidelong glances. "However, if you join the Sybian Club, we do offer videotaping services," Tasha went on. The blonde brightened, but a few of the women looked like deer in the headlights. "Of course, if you're too shy for that, audio taping is available, instead. That alone is guaranteed to get his heart racing." The room murmured agreement, and Tasha felt a tingle of excitement in her belly. She had them all interested, their eyes already starry with the prospect of sharing their experience with their lover or their husband. And they hadn't even mounted up yet. Just wait until they take a ride, she thought. "Alright, if that's all for the questions, let's get started!" There were no more hands, just a low murmur and a shifting in their seats. "It's totally random," Tasha went on, picking up the little fish bowl off the buffet. "I'll draw one card at a time out of the ones you filled out earlier. When I call your name, come with me." The room hummed with anticipation as Tasha dug through the white folded cards. "Daisy Nash." "Me, that's me!" the redhead squealed and popped up. The whole room seemed to sigh, Tasha wasn't sure if it was disappointment or anticipation. The low murmur of voices started again as the redhead, Daisy, followed Tasha down the stairs. "I'm nervous," Daisy admitted, flipping her long red hair over her shoulder. "My friend Karen said I had to try it, but I was a little... you know..." "You won't regret it," Tasha assured her with a smile. "You should take off your bottoms, obviously, but you can leave your dress on." Daisy nodded, putting her purse down on the chair and reaching under the hem of her long sundress to slip her panties off. "I'll help you up," Tasha said, offering her a hand. The redhead swung her long leg over the back of the machine. "Just kind of... settle yourself... right over that flesh-colored ridge." Daisy adjusted her skirt around her, wiggling on top of the machine, her pale thighs spread wide. "Oh wow. Mm." "Nice already, isn't it?" Tasha asked, holding up the controls. "This one is vibration, this is rotation. We're only concerned with vibration for this ride." Daisy nodded, eager. "Can I do it?" "Sure." Tasha gave her the controls, setting the alarm on her watch and having a seat The redhead flipped the switch and turned the knob like a pro. "Oooohhhhh," Daisy moaned, her hips already rocking back and forth over the vibrating ridge. "Good, isn't it?" Tasha murmured, feeling a familiar tingle between her legs as she watched. It was going to be a long night, she thought, crossing one knee over the other. "Oh god yes," Daisy whispered, her hands reaching to steady herself on the front of the machine. The hum of the Sybian filled the room, but the redhead was soon drowning out the sound with her moans. Tasha glanced at her watch, counting down the time. It had been two minutes. Should she give her a warning, she wondered? Maybe when there was a minute left? "Oh! Oh! Oh!" the redhead rocked and rolled her hips over and over the vibrating machine. "Oh that's sooooo good, oh my god!" Daisy was cupping and rubbing her breasts through her yellow sundress, pinching her nipples through the material. Tasha could see them standing up even through the woman's bra. Her pale thighs were trembling as she moved back and forth, fucking the machine. "Oh god, oh god, oh god!" she moaned, her fingers digging into her bra for flesh, and Tasha glimpsed the pink shadow of her areola as she tugged at her nipples. "Oh my god, my fucking pussy!" Her words made Tasha swallow hard, her own pussy gently throbbing in response. How many more women was she going to watch do this tonight? Twenty, twenty-five? The thought made her feel dizzy. She glanced at her watch. It had been four minutes. Tasha gave her a warning. "One minute left." The redhead didn't seem to hear her. She was bucking on top of the machine like a wild woman, her moans nearly drowning out the buzz of the Sybian. "Oh yessssssssssss!" she hissed, her large breasts bouncing completely free of her sundress and bra now as she shuddered on top of the machine. "Oh my pussy, my pussy, I'm gonna cum so fucking hard!" And she did. Tasha watched, licking her lips, as the woman's whole body stiffened with her orgasm, and then began to shake, almost seizure-like, her hair flying around her freckled shoulders. She was screaming, baying at the ceiling, and Tasha knew they must be able to hear her upstairs. Couldn't pay for advertising like this, Tasha thought with a grin, as she took the box and turned the switch off. "Oh... my... god." The redhead shuddered again, looking at Tasha through half-closed eyes. "I don't care what it costs," she gasped. "Where do I sign?" Tasha smiled, offering her a hand to help her down. "Let's go upstairs and you can join the club." ----- >^,,^ ----- Kitties love being petted, so don't forget to leave me some feedback to make me purr! If you enjoyed this story, please leave a vote at the end. (Kitties love 5's! :) And if this story appealed to you, you can check out my other stories on Lit. The list is growing! Thanks for reading! *~Selena~* The Sybian Club Ch. 04 It was Tasha's curiosity, really, that started it all. She was obsessed with Sybian porn. Her eyes would get all dreamy and half-closed every time they watched. And Max had to admit, the thought of watching her climb on and ride one of those things had him going. Besides, he never could say no to her. Still, Max was a business man, an investor. The cost of a Sybian of their very own was cost-prohibitive, to say the least. There were rentals available, but none in their area. That's when he got his brilliant idea, and that's how the Sybian Club began—a two thousand dollar investment, clearing out a private room in their basement, and a website. They started by offering free introductory sessions. Max felt a little bit like a heroin dealer… "The first one's free, man!" But Tasha's instincts had been right on. Once a woman had a ride on the Sybian, she wanted to ride it again. "If you build it, they will cum!" she said… and man, did they cum… and cum… and cum! ----- Tasha nearly laughed with delight when she led Daisy back into the living room. The entire group of women stood and cheered! The redhead did laugh, blushing prettily as she took a seat. She was surrounded immediately by a crowd of eager women asking, how was it? What was it like? Tasha just smiled, pulling another name out of the fishbowl. The cheer that went up when she announced the name of the next rider was music to her ears. She hadn't been wrong, though, about it being a long night. Up and down the stairs she went, leading nervous women in and bringing ecstatic women out. The change in them was incredible, and as the night wore on, and the women relaxed, the gathering upstairs turned into more of a party. Tasha had left a sign-up sheet on the buffet for those interested in the Sybian Club and she counted, every time she reached for the fishbowl. So far, only two women who had ridden the machine had not put their name down on the list. Max is going to be thrilled, she thought, as the very last woman followed her breathlessly up from the Sybian Room. The group was relaxed and the women were chatting, past the "getting to know you" stuff and more into sharing the details. Tasha caught phrases like, "My boyfriend said…" and "When my sister told me…" as she gathered up the paperwork of those who had decided to join. "I want to thank you all so much for coming," Tasha said, looking around at the beaming group of women. There were several murmured, "No, thank you!'s" among the crowd. "As I promised, I'm going to draw a door prize—and the winner gets a twenty-minute ride on the Sybian with the attachment of her choice." The women clapped and whistled, the energy of the room changing in an instant. "Also, after she's done, I will offer the machine up for use to those of you who are interested in taking another ride tonight. I'll leave a price list here," Tasha explained, waving a sheet that she set back down on the buffet. "All of you have experienced the Sybian without attachments… which is an amazing experience in and of itself," Tasha went on. The group nodded and murmured their agreement. "However… the Sybian with attachments… well, as a friend of mine says, it will just blow your mind." The anticipation in the group edged up another notch. Women shifted and wiggled in their seats, giggled and whispered together like girls. Tasha smiled and flipped the papers in her hands over, shuffling through them as she spoke. She pulled one sheet free, turning it back over, and saying, "Okay, the winner of our door prize tonight is Holly Renfrew! Congratulations, Holly!" The young blonde who had asked all the questions earlier that evening gasped and stood, her eyes shining as she came toward Tasha. "That's me!!" "Our lucky winner!" Tasha announced with a smile. "Those of you who want to sign up for rides, please do so… we'll be back soon." "Not that soon," Holly smiled, flipping her long, straight blonde hair over her shoulder as she followed Tasha back down the stairs. "Choose whatever you like," Tasha said, showing her the accessories. Holly pointed to a ribbed dildo, about five inches long. "That one." "Alrighty." Tasha attached it, squirting some lubricant over the head. "Are you ready?" The blonde hesitated. "Can I… is it possible to get a tape done, for my boyfriend?" Tasha smiled. "Sure. It costs a little extra…" "Oh, that's fine," the girl said with a wave of her hand. "Okay, just let me get the camera out." While Tasha set it up, the girl undressed, putting her jeans and long t-shirt over the chair, and taking off her bra and panties, too, so when she climbed up onto the machine she was completely naked. "All set," Tasha told her, the camera sitting on a tripod. "Do you want just a wide angle view, or would you like me to do some close ups?" Holly frowned. "What do you mean?" "Well…" Tasha cleared her throat. "I just thought… he might like to see your face when you were cumming… or how your breasts bounce… or your pussy… kind of up close and personal…" "Ohhhh," the blonde flushed slightly, but her eyes were bright. "Yes, do some close-ups… he'll like that…" I'm sure he will, Tasha thought, turning on the camera as the blonde started up the machine. God knows I do… The steady ache between Tasha's thighs had grown all night long as woman after woman climaxed on her machine. Now this young, little blonde was sliding her shaved pussy down into the dildo's shaft, moaning softly as the cock inside her began to rotate and vibrate at once, and Tasha could barely keep still. Tasha kept the camera wide-focused for a while, as the young girl moaned and rocked on the Sybian. Her breasts were sweet, rounded and pink-tipped, her nipples hardening as she rode, faster and faster. When Holly's fingers moved down between her legs, spreading her smooth lips, Tasha zoomed in. The girl was easing her clit down against the machine, pulling the hood back to expose the nub of flesh and rub it there. "Ohhhh yesss!" Holly moaned, using her other hand to tug at one of her nipples, rolling it between her thumb and forefinger. Tasha panned the camera up her taut, flat belly with its silver navel ring, focusing for a moment on the way her breasts swayed slightly back and forth as she rode the machine. Tasha bit her lip, trying to control her fast breathing as she watched the girl's climax peak. Her own pussy was throbbing between her legs, her panties soaked. The blonde's head went back for a moment, as she let out a long, low moan, her whole body shaking. Then her flushed face fell forward, her eyes closed, her mouth open slightly, her cheeks flushed with heat as she shuddered on top of the machine. Holly turned the dials down, but not off, gasping for breath and still trembling. Tasha zoomed the camera out again, waiting. The young girl bit her lip, and her hips began to rock once more, back and forth, up and down. She reached for the controls, and the machine hummed to life once more. She wasn't done yet. Tasha swallowed hard, sinking into a chair with the camera, leaving it wide-angle as she watched the blonde start to ride it again. She was completely lost in her own pleasure—she probably didn't even remember that Tasha, or the camera, existed. The young girl spread her thighs wide over the back of the machine, and Tasha knew, when she turned the rotation up, that she was working toward a g-spot orgasm. The way her eyes were clenched, her lower lip drawn in under her teeth, and the sweet way her hips rolled over the machine told her that. Fuck! I want to ride, too! Tasha thought, squeezing her legs together and willing herself to be patient. When everyone went home, she reasoned… then it would be her turn to celebrate. Watched the little blonde made her ache all over. Holly was moaning louder and louder, her hands grasping the front of the Sybian. "Ohhhh fuck, oh god, yes, yes!" Holly cried, running one hand through her long hair as she arched her back, gathering and holding some of it there as she fucked the rotating dildo shoved up inside her pussy. Tasha focused there for a moment, watching the girl's pussy lips working over the vibrating ridge of the machine, knowing that the dildo up inside her was about to send her right over the edge. "Oh I'm cumming!" the girl moaned, her whole body flushed with pleasure as her climax peaked, making her tremble with the force of it. The camera was still focused between the blonde's legs, and Tasha barely restrained a gasp when the girl's pussy began to flood, spilling clear fluid down the machine in little rivers. Gonna have to really clean up after this one, Tasha thought, as the blonde turned the controls down. She sat panting for a moment before starting them back up again. Still not done. A girl after my own heart, Tasha thought, repressing a smile. Glancing at her watch, she saw that they only had another five minutes or so. Upstairs, she could hear the sound of the party going on and could almost feel the anticipation of the women who still wanted a full ride. She could barely stand the pressure between her legs. She was aching to touch her clit. Instead, she crossed one knee over the other, took a shaky breath, and zoomed in on the girl's pussy again. The wetness all over the machine made it slippery and Holly was fucking it good now, really going for a ride. Her pussy lips mashed against the machine, she rocked on it for all she was worth, tugging and pulling at her nipples. "Fuck me, yeah!" she moaned, panting. "Fuck that juicy cunt until I cum all over you, big boy!" Her boyfriend is gonna explode when he watches this, Tasha thought, attempting to hold the camera still. "Oh baby, oh baby, yes, yes, that's so fucking good!" the girl cried in a high, tight voice, her thighs trembling with some unseen effort. Tasha knew the cock up inside her was doing its work, pressing her further and further toward that edge. "Gonna cum for you, baby," Holly moaned, and Tasha nearly gasped when the girl looked straight at the camera through half closed eyes, eyes that seemed filled with more pleasure than one human could possibly stand, and said, "I'm gonna cum so good for you, all for you, baby, ohhhhhhhhh FUCK! NOW!" And she came again, nearly screaming with her orgasm, her body bucking hard against the machine. The force of it was incredible, and the girl fell sideways onto the table, panting and gasping for breath. The machine was still going, thick with her juices, and she groped for the controls, turning the dials down. "I think your boyfriend is going to like this tape," Tasha said, pushing the button to stop recording and setting the camera down. Holly half-smiled, looking at her through dazed eyes. "I hope so. I'll come make one every day for him if he wants me to." Tasha smiled back. "Welcome to the club." >^,,^ Kitties love being petted, so don't forget to leave me some feedback to make me purr! If you enjoyed this story, please leave a vote at the end. (Kitties love 5's! :) And if this story appealed to you, you can check out my other stories on Lit. The list is growing! Thanks for reading, *~Selena~* The Sybian Club Ch. 05 It was Tasha's curiosity, really, that started it all. She was obsessed with Sybian porn. Her eyes would get all dreamy and half-closed every time they watched. And Max had to admit, the thought of watching her climb on and ride one of those things had him going. Besides, he never could say no to her. Still, Max was a business man, an investor. The cost of a Sybian of their very own was cost-prohibitive, to say the least. There were rentals available, but none in their area. That's when he got his brilliant idea, and that's how the Sybian Club began—a two thousand dollar investment, clearing out a private room in their basement, and a website. They started by offering free introductory sessions. Max felt a little bit like a heroin dealer... "The first one's free, man!" But Tasha's instincts had been right on. Once a woman had a ride on the Sybian, she wanted to ride it again. "If you build it, they will cum!" she said... and man, did they cum... and cum... and cum! ----- Ashley sat and watched the video in silence, her eyes blank behind her thick-framed glasses. Tasha gave her sidelong looks, waiting for some response, some reaction. There was none. When the video was over, Tasha clicked the "stop" button and set the remote down. "Well, that's it," she said, standing. "Do you have any questions?" The woman tucked a long strand of brown hair behind her ear, looking up at Tasha. She shook her head and gave her a shrug. "No." "Okay," Tasha said brightly. "Well, let's just choose an accessory..." Ashley followed readily enough, staring at the various dildo-shapes. She looked over at Tasha, shrugging helplessly. "I don't know. It doesn't matter." Tasha frowned, her brow knitting. This woman had been referred by a Club member for a free session (the referral system was working out quite nicely for their business!) but she sure didn't seem very interested. "How about this one?" Tasha offered, holding up the smallest, least offensive accessory, a ridged, flesh-colored one, only three and a half inches long. "Okay," Ashley agreed, her dark head nodding, her hair falling into her face. Tasha chewed on her lower lip as she attached it to the machine, lubricating it as always. The dark-haired woman stood in the corner, hugging her arms. "You know what to do?" Tasha asked, holding up the controls. "The directions were clear?" Again, that nod. "I'll be fine." Tasha nodded, grasping the doorknob and looking at her again. "I'll be right outside, if you need anything. Okay?" Ashley nodded fast, her hair flying. When Tasha closed the door, she leaned against it, listening. There was no noise at all. Should I ask her if she's okay? She wondered. This was the weirdest session she had ever had, and that included the two leather-clad lesbians who had joined last week. She'd never seen anyone respond this way, and she thought she'd seen everything from nervous apprehension to eager anticipation. Then she heard a gentle buzzing from behind the door and relaxed. Ahhh, okay then. She was just... shy? Tasha took a seat outside the door, glancing at her watch. She would give her a warning at five minutes. The hum from behind the door grew a little louder and Tasha smiled. Good... she was getting into it... and yep, that was the sound of the rotation beginning. After the first introductory party was such a huge success, the next two had been even bigger. Word of mouth was spreading like wildfire, and Tasha was getting dozens of emails a day. She could barely keep up with it all and her day job, too. Max had told her just last week, if it kept up this way, she could kiss corporate life goodbye and do this full time if she wanted. She couldn't imagine anything better. "Oh... oh... god... what...!" Ashley's voice from behind the door. Tasha cocked her head, listening, waiting. There was a kind of humming that went along with the machine, and she could tell it was Ashley, "Mmmm... mmmmmm...mmmmmmm!" It was sort of a sweet sound, like a little kid eating ice cream and exclaiming its creamy goodness after every lick. Tasha smiled. "Oooooo wooowwwww!" Wow? Tasha wondered? Or "Ow?" She listened carefully, the sound of the machine growing louder. "Ohwowohwowohwow!" The words were running together and Tasha still wasn't sure if it was the sound of pleasure or pain. Sometimes it was hard to tell the difference! "Oh my god! Oh! Something's happening!" The woman sounded panicked and Tasha stood, putting her hand on the doorknob. "Are you okay?" she called, rapping gently on the door. "I'm here." "Something's happening!" the woman said again, moaning loudly. "Oh nooo oh what's happening! Please! Help me!" Tasha opened the door, peeking around to see Ashley sitting completely naked on top of the machine. Her breasts were full and bottom heavy, the areolas dark and enormous, her nipples as large as nickels in the center. They were swaying as she rocked, the dark, thick hair of her pussy glistening, a stark contrast against the flesh-colored strip resting on top of the Sybian. She was still wearing her glasses, Tasha noted with a smile, but her eyes were closed tight behind them. "It's okay," Tasha crooned, closing the door behind her and coming to stand next to the woman. "It's probably just the first time you're going to have a g-spot orgasm..." "No," Ashley gasped, reaching out for Tasha and clasping her hand. "I never have... never..." "Never...?" Tasha let the woman squeeze her hand as she moaned and rocked up on the machine, her breath coming fast and hard. Suddenly, it occurred to her what Ashley was trying to say. "Never... had an orgasm? Ever?" "Nooooo," Ashley half-moaned, half-lamented, squeezing Tasha's hand in rhythm now. "Never... ever... have... oh my god!" "It's okay," Tasha murmured, her heart racing as she watched the woman rolling her hips on the Sybian. "Just let it come... let it come..." "Please!" Ashley moaned, her eyes opening in panic. "Oh, help me!" Tasha stood on the stool next to the table, bringing her height up, so she was face to face with the dark-haired woman. What happened next was just instinctive. Tasha cupped the woman's face in her hands, "Ashley, look at me." Her eyes were beautiful, a deep, dark brown, and full of wonder and not a little fear. "Good..." Tasha murmured and leaned in to kiss her. It was a soft kiss, just a connection, something to ground her, and it worked. "Oooooooohhhhhh," Ashley moaned, relaxing against Tasha, wrapping her arms around her neck. "It feels so good... too good." "Let it," Tasha whispered into her ear, stroking her hair, the hum of the machine vibrating them both as they embraced. "You're gonna cum, sweetie... let it come..." "Ohhh please," she pleaded, and then her head flew up, her eyes widening and then closing again as she shuddered all over. Tasha held onto the woman as she collapsed against her shoulder again, crying out as her very first orgasm rocked her body again and again. The woman grabbed the controls, turning them way down, her thighs still trembling, a light sheen of sweat glistening on her skin. "Oh god," Ashley whispered. "I didn't know it would be like that..." "It just gets better," Tasha assured her, brushing the hair out of her eyes. "Trust me." The grateful look in the woman's eyes was something Tasha would never forget as long as she lived. Ashley inclined her head and kissed her again, and Tasha smiled. "Let me show you," Tasha said, turning the controls up again, making the woman moan in response. "A woman's body is an amazing thing... it's about time you got to know yours, don't you think?" "Yesssssss!" Ashley moaned, her hands moving over her breasts, down her belly, pressing her palm against the dark hair of her pussy. "Ohhhh please, yessss, show me!" Tasha glanced at her watch and saw that the woman's time was about up. No more appointments today, anyway, she remembered, slowly edging up the rotation, watching the woman's nipples harden. "Okay," Tasha agreed, running her hand over the same path that Ashley's had taken, down her breasts, her belly, pressing fully over her pussy. "I'll show you." >^,,^ Kitties love being petted, so don't forget to leave me some feedback to make me purr! If you enjoyed this story, please leave a vote at the end. (Kitties love 5's! :) And if this story appealed to you, you can check out my other stories on Lit. The list is growing! Thanks for reading, *~Selena~* The Sybian Club Ch. 06 It was Tasha's curiosity, really, that started it all. She was obsessed with Sybian porn. Her eyes would get all dreamy and half-closed every time they watched. And Max had to admit, the thought of watching her climb on and ride one of those things had him going. Besides, he never could say no to her. Still, Max was a business man, an investor. The cost of a Sybian of their very own was cost-prohibitive, to say the least. There were rentals available, but none in their area. That's when he got his brilliant idea, and that's how the Sybian Club began—a two thousand dollar investment, clearing out a private room in their basement, and a website. They started by offering free introductory sessions. Max felt a little bit like a heroin dealer... "The first one's free, man!" But Tasha's instincts had been right on. Once a woman had a ride on the Sybian, she wanted to ride it again. "If you build it, they will cum!" she said... and man, did they cum... and cum... and cum! ----- Ashley's body was trembling so much she could barely keep still. Tasha held onto her, standing on the stool next to the table where the dark haired woman was riding the Sybian. Tasha crooned and cradled her head against her shoulder. "I can't," Ashley whimpered, shivering all over like someone with a fever. Her body was hot, flushed, like a little heater. Tasha smiled, stroking her hair. "Yes you can," Tasha murmured, fingering the controls. "Just hold onto me." She had turned them way down after Ashley's first—first ever!—orgasm, giving her time to catch her breath. Now she edged them up a notch. Just the vibration, not the rotation. "It's like a wave," Tasha murmured into her ear as Ashley squirmed on the vibrating machine and clutched at her. "You just need to learn to ride it..." Ashley gasped, her hips rocking in spite of her protest. She twisted and rocked, moaning softly and shaking her head. Tasha knew the feeling. You weren't sure if you wanted to try to get away from the sensation or keep going. It was so intense it felt as if your whole body might burst into flame. "Stay with it," Tasha crooned, stepping back a little to let Ashley ride, but the woman grabbed her, pulling her in tight. "It's okay... I know it's intense." Tasha started the rotation, just a slow turn, and Ashley's body stiffened in response. Her fingers dug into Tasha's shoulder blades, her breath hot against her neck. "Please," Ashley begged, and Tasha stroked her cheek, dancing her fingers over her collarbone to find the woman's nipple. Dark and enormous, it was already hard, and Tasha thought it must be sensitive. She was right. The moment she had it between her thumb and forefinger, squeezing and rolling it, Ashley groaned and rocked faster on top of the Sybian. "Ohhhhh!" Ashley threw her head back, her arms out, arching. Smiling, Tasha fingered her other nipple, pinching the dark, oval areolas gently and pulling forward a little as she squeezed. This made Ashley sigh with pleasure, her eyes closed behind her dark-rimmed glasses. "Keep riding it... like a wave." Tasha upped both controls, looking down at where the Sybian met the woman's flesh. Her pussy was mashed against the machine, the thick dark hair beaded with wetness. Tasha reached her hand down and parted the woman's lips with her fingers. "Oh my god!" Ashley's eyes flew open wide, surprised. Her clit was as tiny as her nipples were large, barely a nub and covered with thick folds of pink. Tasha moved to the front of the machine, using her fingers to spread the woman further, pushing back the hood of her clitoris until she could see that little glistening pearl. She had an urge to kiss it. "Keep riding that wave," Tasha encouraged, looking up at her, all that long dark hair falling into her face. Ashley was biting her lip, shaking her head, but there was no use resisting. Tasha had been there, too, not wanting it to go on, wanting it to go on forever. "Oh!" Ashley cried out in surprise as her clit touched the slick, humming surface of the Sybian. "Ohhhhhhhhh!" Tasha smiled. Ashley was lost. She was really rocking, now, her hips shifting back and forth, her pussy lips completely spread over the surface like the wet wings of a butterfly newly opened and drying in the sun. Tasha kept her fingers there, pulling back all the soft, pink folds of flesh, so her little clit could get the most exposure to the rising hum of the machine. "Oh that's so good!" Ashley cried, fingering her own nipples now. She mimicked Tasha's earlier motion, her hands cupping their heavy weight, squeezing the areola as she came forward to pinch the nipple. "More... more!" Reaching for the controls with her other hand, Tasha turned the dials. Up, up, up they went, and Ashley's moan grew louder, her breath coming in fast gasps. "Again!" Ashley cried, just that one word as her second orgasm seemed to shoot through her like an arrow, driving her body into a tight arch, her toes curling upward as she quivered on top of the machine. Her body turned quickly to jelly again, trembling and nearly collapsing. Tasha stood quickly, her fingers never leaving the woman's wetness, and came to stand next to her on the stool. Ashley quavered against her, still moaning and twisting on the machine. "Stay with it," Tasha encouraged her, spreading the woman's lips as she squirmed on the Sybian. "There's more." "Noooo!" Ashley cried. "I can't, no more!" Tasha lifted the woman's chin off her shoulder with her other hand, turning her face to hers. God, but her eyes were beautiful. Dark and questioning, searching for something. "Yes... you can." "Please," Ashley begged, swallowing hard. "I don't think..." Leaning in quickly, Tasha captured the woman's mouth. It was soft, like rose petals, and she tasted sweet. But this was no little kiss, no brief connection, like before. Tasha's tongue pressed past her teeth, forcing past her resistance. She didn't think, she just acted, her mouth slanting across Ashley's, taking the kiss as the hum of the Sybian rose all around them. Tasha could feel her give, she could actually feel it in the way Ashley softened against her, kissing her back, now, their tongues gently exploring. "Yes," Ashley murmured as the kiss broke, their eyes meeting. Tasha saw a trust in the woman's eyes that made her heart lurch in her chest. "More... more..." Ashley's hand slipped behind Tasha's head, her fingers lost in the soft black wings of her short, dark hair as they kissed again. The jolt that went through Tasha was electric and she moaned, unable to help herself. She had spent hours listening to and watching clients ride her machine today, which always left her wet and ready for a ride herself. But now, this quiet, shy woman was kissing her so hungrily it was as if she had never been kissed or touched before, and Tasha couldn't take anymore. "More," Ashley insisted, breaking the kiss only to say the word before pressing her lips to Tasha's again. Ashley's fingers were moving over Tasha's blouse, her dark little nipples hard and noticeable, even through her bra. What she lacked in experience, Ashley made up in enthusiasm, giving up on the buttons and just pulling Tasha's blouse out of her skirt, shoving her bra up over the soft little mounds of her breasts. "Oh god," Tasha moaned when Ashley began to finger her nipples. "So tiny," Ashley murmured, moving back and forth between, as if she were testing them. Tasha tried to fight the ache between her legs, growing even greater as her nipples were tugged and gently twisted in the woman's fingers. The hum of the Sybian made her ache to climb up on it herself. Could two of them fit? she wondered. Tasha's eyes flew open. What was she thinking!? "Oh my god," Tasha gasped, breaking the kiss, moving her hand away from the woman's pussy for the first time since she had first touched it. "We can't... I'm sorry... this is..." Ashley looked her, quizzical, her eyes glazed. She was still rocking on the Sybian, the wetness spreading to her thighs. "This is very unprofessional," Tasha said, swallowing hard. "I apologize." The woman's lips curled into a smile. She reached her finger out and touched Tasha's hard nipple through her blouse. "I won't tell." Ashley pulled her in for another kiss. Tasha tried to resist, and if her skirt had had a zipper that day instead of elastic, she might have been able to, but Ashley's hand had found its way underneath, seeking heat, and found it. There was no thinking anymore after Ashley's hand cupped her mound, rubbing there as they kissed. Resistance was futile. Tasha was lost, too. "Oooooohhhh!" Ashley moaned against Tasha's mouth, her hand curling into a fist against Tasha's pussy. She was trembling, and Tasha knew she was close again. "Keep going," Tasha gasped, feeling the woman's knuckles moving over her pussy lips, as if knocking for entrance. "Don't stop... remember, it's a wave..." "It's so... goooooood!" Ashley shuddered and Tasha's hand crept down again, spreading her lips and exposing her against the machine. "Ooooooooo yeah yeah!" Ashley came for a third time, wrapping her arms around Tasha and pulling her in hard. The climax seemed to go on and on as Ashley bucked on top of the machine, grabbing Tasha breathless with each shuddering wave. "Oh hell," Tasha whispered, kicking off her heels and reaching under her skirt, pulling her panties off in a flash. "Want to see if this thing can hold two of us?" Ashley nodded, still gasping, holding her hands out for her. "Come on." They tried it facing each other first, but the angle of their legs made it too difficult. The Sybian was going full blast and Ashley was quivering still as the dildo up inside her kept going and going. Tasha swore, climbing down, biting her lip and thinking. "Ohhh yes," Ashley moaned, leaning forward a little, her hands gripping the front of the machine as she rode. The woman hadn't ever had even one orgasm before she walked through the door, and she was well on her way to her fourth! Tasha, on the other hand, would be happy with just one... "Ah ha!" Tasha cried, wiggling out of her skirt and pulling her blouse over her head, not even bothering with the buttons. Her bra joined the rest of her clothes on the floor and she saw Ashley's eyes moving over her briefly, lingering at her completely shaved mound, before Tasha mounted up on the Sybian behind her. "Like a horse," Ashley murmured, reaching behind her for Tasha's arms and wrapping them around her. "Giddyup," Tasha agreed, cupping the woman's heavy breasts with a sigh. She'd been aching to do that since she first saw them, and the weight of them didn't disappoint her. Ashley shoved forward a little to give her space, although with the dildo up inside of her, there wasn't much wiggle room. If Tasha hadn't been so narrow, they might not have fit, and she was thankful that Ashley had chosen an attachment that stretched all the way from the front of the machine to the back. She settled her wet, aching pussy over the machine with a happy sigh, fitting her hips against the soft, rounded seat of Ashley's behind. "You feel good," Ashley murmured as Tasha pressed her breasts into the woman's back and pushed her hair aside to kiss her neck. "Ohhh I like this...!" "Me, too," Tasha whispered, her mouth moving over the woman's shoulder. They rocked together, their breath coming fast in the little room. Tasha knew it wouldn't take her long at all to cum, at least the first time. Her pussy was humming with pleasure, her belly quivering in anticipation. "Ohhhh god!" Ashley moaned, cupping her own hands over Tasha's, leaning her head back against the woman's shoulder. "I can't stand it!" "Yes you can," Tasha insisted, rocking her with her hips, moving her forward and back on the machine as the dildo up inside Ashley's pussy whirled. "Ride with me, honey. You can do it." "Something inside me..." Ashley whispered, and Tasha could feel the woman's fleshy thighs trembling against slim ones. "Is... is..." "It's okay..." Tasha bit her lip, rubbing her own clit over the flesh-colored rise between her legs. "It will... feel different... but still really, really... oh god this feels so good!" "Mmmm!" Ashley turned her head for a kiss, and Tasha obliged. Tasha swore she could feel the electric pulse of their tongues touching down in her pussy, where the Sybian was roaring against her clit. "Ohhhhh fuck!" Tasha cried, breaking the kiss and gasping against Ashley's neck. "My pussy feels soooo fucking good!" "Mine toooo!" Ashley's fingers were digging into Tasha's thighs as they rode together, hips locked and thighs spread over the back of the machine. "Oh something's... happening!" Tasha knew Ashley was about to be carried away by her first g-spot orgasm but her own body was like a runaway train, and she couldn't stop to explain it or prepare her. All she could manage was, "Hold onto me, baby," as she wrapped her arms around the woman from behind, resting her cheek against her shoulder. "Ohhhhh yes yes yes!" Ashley moaned, wrapping her arms around Tasha's as she came, her head going back, her long hair spilling over them both. The jolt of Ashley's body against Tasha's, again and again, sent her rocking over the ridge of the machine, her pussy making wet noises as she shoved her hips into the woman in front of her. "Gonna cum," Tasha whimpered, bucking her hips against Ashley's as she did, her orgasm, so long-awaited, hitting like a thunderbolt, rocking them both forward and back in its wake. Ashley held tight, pulling Tasha's arms around her as she came, wiggling her behind against the woman's mound, both of them squirming in an attempt to stay on the machine. Tasha kissed over Ashley's shoulder and neck again and again in the wake of her own orgasm, still moaning softly at the hum between her legs. She could ride again—she could ride all night, she knew, until she found that place where orgasms peaked over and over in her belly, like one, long continuous thing. But Max was due home in an hour, and she had to clean up. Groaning, Tasha slid down, reaching for her blouse and the controller at the same time. Ashley sighed when the dials were turned down and then off. She slumped over the machine, still panting. "Thank you," Ashley murmured, lifting her eyes. Tasha looked into them as she buttoned her blouse, feeling a slow heat rising in her face. My god... what kind of line had she just crossed? She just nodded, pulling her panties on and searching the floor for her skirt. Ashley slid the dildo out with a little cry, tumbling off and leaning back on the table on her elbows. Tasha glanced over and saw her pussy, the inner lips red and swollen, a thick, creamy buildup of her juices pooling at the entrance. It was the sexiest thing she had ever seen. "I'm really..." Tasha gave up looking for her skirt, coming over to stand by the table, her eyes meeting Ashley's. "I haven't ever done that with... a client... or... anyone..." Ashley nodded, pushing a strand of dark hair out of her face, her eyes large behind the squarish frames of her glasses. "It's okay... I told you... I won't tell..." Tasha gave her a small smile, her eyes moving down the woman's breasts and belly to rest between her thighs. "I didn't mean for it to happen... you just... you were so..." she shrugged, at a loss for words. "I liked it." Ashley shifted on the table, her hips moving slightly, and Tasha couldn't take her eyes off the woman's pussy. It was so swollen and pretty... "I'd like to do it again." Lifting her eyes, Tasha remembered the reason she was here, saying, "Well... there's this club that I've started..." "No," Ashley cut her off, reaching her fingers down to touch herself, and Tasha's eyes fell there again, like a magnet. Ashley spread it open, easing those thick folds of flesh back a bit at a time and Tasha found herself wondering what she tasted like. "No?" Tasha managed, the ache between her thighs nowhere near sated. "I meant, with you," Ashley finished, biting her lip. Tasha met her eyes... god, those big, beautiful brown eyes. She imagined doing this again and the throb between her thighs thickened. Smiling, her hand covered Ashley's swollen mound and she murmured, "I think that could be arranged." >^,,^ Kitties love being petted, so don't forget to leave me some feedback to make me purr! If you enjoyed this story, please leave a vote at the end. (Kitties love 5's! :) And if this story appealed to you, you can check out my other stories on Lit. The list is growing! Thanks for reading, *~Selena~* The Sybian Introduction Author's note: I want to thank Alex (fem) for her time in helping me with this story. Just a fun little ditty about some really intense playtime. "Hey babe! What the hell is this thing?" John asked his girlfriend. He was getting ready to put a new floor in the bedroom, one of those fake wood floors that snap together. When he started to clean out the closet he found it. It was a small saddle like contraption with a, well… a thing sticking out of the top. It was heavy and had a plug where it plugged into an outlet. "What thing, John?" "This thing, in the closet, this saddle thing" John asked. He had moved it out into the middle of the floor and was looking at it, his head turning from side to side. When he looked up at Beth, as she walked in the room, her face was red, her eyes were down and she had half a smile on her face. "It's not mine… uh, it's Sharon's." "Sharon's? What the hell is it, what does it do? Why do you have it?" John still had no clue. "It's for… umm, women John, just put it back and leave it alone. I have to get it back to Sharon." The unreasonable level of irritation in her voice was apparent even to John. "What do you mean it's for women? What does it do?" Beth's face turned an even darker shade of red, she wouldn't look John in the eye. "Just put it back!" she turned and walked out of the room. John, like an inquisitive terrier, followed her down the hall. "No really Beth! What is it? What does it do? Whaddya mean it's for women?" "It's a massager John! It massages women… Just drop it and put it back, I'll get rid of it tomorrow!" John could tell something was going on, brilliant guy that he is. Beth always got angry when she was trying to hide something. Beth was mortified. She couldn't believe John had found it. Her girlfriend Sharon told her how great the thing felt. She said Beth had to give it a try, it would give orgasms that would drain you. Beth's love life with John wasn't the hot experience it was when they first started dating and a draining orgasm was probably just what Beth needed. They still had the desire but they just never seemed to have the time and work kept them so busy that the energy just wasn't there. Beth loved John intensely and, when they actually got the chance, the sex was still great. Not quite as passionate perhaps, definitely lacking a little of the urgency of the early days, but still in the top 10%. Sharon and Beth had been talking about life and relationships and Sharon asked Beth if she had any toys. Beth had played with vibrators before and the orgasms came but seemed to be lacking in intensity. Beth would rise to orgasm quickly but the orgasms were more… surface, is the best way to phrase it, nice but not the world shaking orgasms she had when John was in a playful mood. When she told this to Sharon, Sharon explained the Sybian. "oh baby! You have to try this thing, it's a veritable orgasm machine. It vibrates and the attachments caress your G spot and you'll cum and cum until you can't cum anymore. Go ahead! Try it out!" "Here? Now? You've GOT to be kidding!" Beth was mortified at the thought, but at the same time she could feel some tension begin to radiate from her pussy. "Come on Beth, don't be so uptight." "There is absolutely NO way this will happen, Sharon." "oh, okay you scaredy cat. Let me show you how it works and you can take it home and try it out alone." Sharon plugged it in and Beth looked on doubtfully as Sharon started the vibration. Beth couldn't help but laugh as Sharon attached the 'large penis attachment' and started it rotating. It looked so ridiculous. But Beth also noticed that Sharon's nipples had come to attention and that her own pussy was getting wet. Sharon had carried the thing out of the house and put it in the back of the SUV. She convinced Beth to give it a try, Beth grudgingly allowed it to stay there thinking that she'd keep it for a week and then return it. She had never really considered trying the infernal thing. It had been put in the closet and left there, not quite forgotten but not on the top of Beth's todo list. Of course Beth couldn't stop thinking about it and couldn't quite bring herself to take it back. "A massager for women?" John's voice was almost incredulous. "You mean like a vibrator?" his voice rising towards the end of the question. "Yes! Like a vibrator, it's a machine that fucks you! Ok?" Beth was definitely pissed off now and John knew it was from embarrassment. Beth collapsed on the couch with her feet up next to her in the infinitely feminine manner, she picked up a throw pillow and held it to her chest. "Don't be a shit about this John…" and as she looked at John expecting to see him laughing at her she was surprised to see his expression of concern. John's emotions were a mixture of what he knew he should do and what he wanted to do. He knew he should drop it and let Beth off the hook gently, he loved her very much too, but at the same time he was intensely intrigued. The one thought that rolled around his head was that the one thing he loved more than anything in the world which was to watch Beth cum. He could never get enough of it, the expressions on her face, the sounds that she made, the way her body shuddered as the pleasure swept through her body. He had always wanted to try out vibrators with Beth, it was something that was always in his masturbatory dreams. And now! He had the queen vibrator sitting right here! He loved giving Beth pleasure, he loved to make love with Beth. He knew how to make her feel good, he enjoyed making her feel good, and it always seemed almost like a competition to see who could make who feel good. He knew it had been awhile and all the excuses coursed through his head, been working too hard, not enough time, been too tired to really do it right. The honest answer kept coming to the surface. He'd been taking Beth for granted. He felt horrible. He understood that Beth probably masturbated too. He did, when his schedule looked as if he was going to be busy, or if he knew he'd probably be too tired, or if he thought perhaps Beth would be too tired, sure, he stroked one off. He thought she probably did the same thing… probably. She was a woman, which to John, as women are to all men, was a foreign creature, but she did seem to enjoy sex at least as much as he did. He realized that if she was bringing machines home to fuck that he had been neglecting her more than he could ever imagine. He felt even more horrible. "Beth, I'm really sorry, I wasn't snooping, and I'm really sorry you think you needed that. I know we've been… busy, honey, god, I'm so sorry." That was the perfectly wrong thing to say. Beth was prepared for anger, for cruel humor, to the the brunt of some super sarcastic comment, the last thing she was prepared for was the sensitive emotion filled sound of John's voice. A tear slowly dropped from her eye and rolled slowly down her cheek. Beth felt incredibly guilty, that she even wanted this thing, that she hadn't told John that she needed more. John looked at Beth sitting on the couch, her smooth skin on her firm calves had always been a favorite target for his caresses while they sat on the couch and watched TV together. She was relatively tall and trim, her long dark hair cascaded down her back, she used it to hide behind when she was particularly insecure and impatiently brushed it from her face when they had, what John considered, intellectual conversations. He loved it when she concentrated on something, the way her nose crinkled, her brows furrowed in concentration, the slight smile lines at the corners of her mouth and the corners of her eyes. They gave her such character. He particularly loved it when she tucked her hair behind her ear. John was head over heels in love with Beth. "Have you tried it yet?" it was now John's turn to lower his eyes. "No!" Beth said in that what-do-you-think-stupid incensed tone of voice. "Do you want to?" Beth's hesitation before answering gave John his answer. "I don't know… Not really…" "Come on babe, we'll try it together." "What do you mean try it together?" Her head down, hair in her face Beth was trying to hide the sudden rush of thrill that ran through her body. She felt the fluids beginning to pool in her nether regions, and she desperately hoped John wouldn't see that her nipples were getting hard. She hated not having control of the damn things sometimes. "We'll try it together, I'll tell you what, I'll guarantee you a wonderful orgasm if it works or not." "You mean I try it out and you get to watch? Gee now that sounds like fun…" It did actually sound like fun to Beth. She wondered, in that instant, if she was truly an exhibitionist. That was something she'd never shown to John, and truly didn't want to show to John. She knew her thrill of exhibitionism was something that was for fantasy only, she was much too shy to ever be an exhibitionist. John got up and crossed the room, kneeling on the floor in front of Beth, pulling her down closer to him he put his forehead against hers. "I was kind of thinking that I could… perhaps… well, help, ya know? take care of the parts that thing leaves out…" He reached up and took her chin in his hand, tilting her head so he could kiss her. Beth kissed him back her mouth opening, her tongue wrestling with his, it had been so long since they'd taken the time to show each other how much they loved one another. It had been even longer since they'd made love during the day, spontaneously or planned. "No, John, I'm gonna take it back today. I never should've brought that stupid thing home." "Come on Beth, it'll be fun, really." "John, No! I don't want to try it, and absolutely not if you're here." John saw the opening and Beth knew it as soon as she said it. "You'd try it alone?" "No, John I'm not trying it." John slid onto the couch next to Beth and was holding her. Beth's head leaning on John's shoulder, his arm wrapped around her, holding her possessively. Beth didn't want to move, it felt so good to be held by John. God she wanted him to shut up about the stupid machine. She just wanted to lay there and be held, but he wouldn't let up. "Come on baby doll, please… for me?" "I won't like it" "Try it, please?" "Damn it John, if I try it will you leave me alone?" "I promise I'll never mention it again." "oh fuck! Fine! I'll try it, but I won't like it" a blatant lie, Beth could feel the wet, distended lips of her pussy rub together as she stood up. She couldn't believe that she was going to do this, this exhibitionism, in front of John. This was several fantasies coming true all at once, and so unexpectedly. She was so afraid of John's reaction if she showed him she liked this. She was afraid he'd think less of her. She couldn't understand what was in it for John, why he'd want to just sit there and watch her, 'guess it's just a guy thing' she thought. John and Beth got up from the couch and walked down the hall and back into the room. The sybian machine was sitting there in the middle of the floor. Beth looked at John and John looked at the machine. "You know I'm going to hate this." "Beth, you have to give it a try, have you figured out how it works?" "No I haven't even looked at it." She lied. John found the controls and plugged the thing into the wall. As he began to play with the controls it started to hum quietly. The other knob controlled the plastic thing that stuck out of it, making it rotate slightly. "Sharon gave me a bag of attachments with it but I haven't looked at them either." John dug in the bag and found that it had several vibrator shaped things, one of them a relatively realistic looking penis. John pulled it out of the bag and quickly figured out that it attached to the saddle if you unscrewed the plastic thing sticking out of the saddle. "Do you want to try this one? "God John, I can't believe you're making me do this… you have to get naked too" John was naked before Beth was. His enraged cock looked almost painful in the dim daylight filtering through the curtains. Beth pulled her shorts and panties down as one unit. As she stepped out of them John marveled at this beautiful woman that he shared his life with. Hair cascading over her shoulder, silky, fine textured but tame. It always looked smooth as silk, although it was dark, when the sun shone on her hair it took on almost a light shade of brown, a textured silk. Her breasts were on the smallish side but they were so expressive. Her nipples were a soft pink, but long. John knew how much she enjoyed it when he touched them. She didn't like when he twisted them like knobs on a radio, but she loved it when he rubbed his palms over them, lightly, barely touching the skin. The thing that always struck him the hardest was her shoulders. She liked to wear tops that had large neck openings. He thought her shoulders were the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. He loved how her shoulders looked when she wore off the shoulder blouses and dresses. Her arms were long and tanned and trim, leading to slim hands with long trim and tapered fingers. He found her hands so erotic, and couldn't help imagining them wrapping around his cock as she stroked him lovingly like she always used to. He again realized how long it had been since he really looked at her, since he noticed just how beautiful she truly was, since he realized just how strong his feelings for her were. She was slim, he could see her rib cage as she pulled her shirt up over her head, but she still had hips, the curves that women should have. Her ass was taught, firm, the perfect capstone at the end of her long trim legs. The replica cock now firmly attached to the machine, John smeared the clear, slick, liquid he found in the bag with the assortment of attachments over the penis, spreading it with strokes as if he was trying to make the thing cum. Beth kneeled over the penis and tried one more time to get out of this. "John, please don't make me do this." John didn't know what to expect as she slid down on the cock. Although it wasn't very big, probably four or five inches long, it took Beth several strokes to get it fully buried. John handed her the controls and sat back a little watching her look at the controls. She finally handed it to him with an admonishment, "here, you do this." John could read in her face that she really didn't want to do this at all and knew he had to take his time with this, start slow and let her get into it. He read the controls and saw that there were two knobs and two switches that were backlit with lights. One of the knobs controlled vibration and one controlled "rotation", whatever the fuck that was. John switched the one marked vibration and turned the knob. "oh!" combined with a frown and furrowing of her eyebrows told John that this was too much. He quickly turned the knob back down and then adjusted it slightly to give the faintest hint of vibration. He watched Beth as he left it there for a few seconds to see if there was any reaction from Beth at all. "Ok John, have you had enough? I don't want to do this, I want to get off now." "Aw Come on Beth, give it a chance, please?" Beth could still feel the gentle vibration and could feel the tingles begin to course through her body. She fought every sensation, not wanting to give John the satisfaction. Even though this excited her to no end, she didn't want John to know it. First he found the damn thing and now he was making her try it in front of him. God what else would he want? But wasn't this the excitement she wanted with John again, wasn't this the creativity she was looking for, the urgency that their relationship seemed to be lacking? Absolutely! But, damnit, she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of being in control. She was going to fight every tingle. 'I'll try it tomorrow alone but not now' she thought. John watched her every move, which at this point was to sit still. He noticed Beth's nipples begin to grow and saw what looked to be like a slight movement at her hips. "Feel good baby doll?" He watched as the flush crept through her cheeks and listened to her too sharp retort. "I was just adjusting position… can we stop now?" John increased the vibration slightly, probably a 3 on a scale of 1 to 10. He watched as Beth took a sharp breath of air, and her hips continued to move forward and baskward just perceptibly. He watched as she leaned slightly forward on the front stroke of her hips to drag her clit over the nubs that were on the pad surrounding the attachment. She began to bite her lower lip and he could see the moisture increasing where the attachment slid into her, her lips distending farther and becoming engorged, her clit enlarging on each slow, subtle shift forward. Beth had her eyes closed now. 'Fuck, this really does feel good. Why can't I keep my fucking hips still… those nubs are awesome, the way they gently flick my clit with each pass.' Her thoughts betrayed her reticence at feeling so much pleasure regardless of whether she wanted to or not. She absolutely hated losing control like this. She opened her eyes intending to glare at John and what she saw surprised her. John held the remote control in both hands, but his concentration was on Beth. He turned the dial slightly higher and she watched his attention increase as he watched for signs that it was too much, or was she ready for more. She had what was almost an epiphany 'I am in control! He's looking for messages from me! Signs that this feels good' The rush of emotion she felt was quickly followed by a rush of pleasure as she began to let go. The image that presented itself to John was one that he'd never thought of but understood he'd always been in search of. He had the opportunity to pleasure the woman he loved, but not being distracted by his own pleasure. Yes he was sitting here naked with a throbbing, rock hard cock that was begging for attention, but his focus was absolute. Looking for any sign that Beth wanted more he watched as her nipples strained into their full hardness. He loved Beth's nipples, so responsive, with such personality. He watched as her breast hardened as she flexed the muscles beneath, her hands on the Sybian supporting just enough weight that she could slide forwards and backwards. "ohh! Oh my god… oh John" Beth looked at John, and he once again realized that her eyes held the mystery that was Beth. He watched as she struggled to focus on him, watched as the will to fight this thing slowly ebbed away, her eyes glossed over and John knew she had slipped into a world where the only focus was her own pleasure, the quest for orgasmic release had begun in earnest. Her hips began to move in earnest now, her breasts taut, nipples distended. Her mouth opened, her face slack, she began to talk. "ohh god John, these tingles are great… the nubs… on my… ohh my clit, ohh it tingles baby… I want more… please give me more tingles…" John watched every move and knew she was well on her way to orgasm now. He increased the vibration slightly up to 5 now. He watched the waves of pleasure course through her body, almost palpable waves, visual as they radiated out from her pussy, up through her stomach which was beginning to twitch now, down through her thighs that were rhythmically flexing as she slid forward and backwards on the machine. John could see that Beth was fully focused on the deep feelings this infernal machine was generating in her body. John hit the other switch, the "volume" control turned all the way down. He slowly turned it up slightly watching Beth for a reaction… Beth could feel the waves of her impending orgasm growing, intensifying, just on the other side… She just needed… a… little… more… The first rotation as the penis attachment fluttered across her G spot was almost more than she could take. The flash of intense sensation as it pressed and rubbed the spot then moved so slowly in a circle, caressing each wall as it moved closer. Her world had decreased to the anticipation of the moment when it once again touched her spot, she continued to drag her clit over the small nubs, her body tensing tighter and tighter then a full shudder as it once again passed over her G spot. She could feel the moisture flowing now, a pulse emitted each time the penis caressed her just right. The Sybian Introduction Ch. 02 Authors Note: A special thanks to SUSURRUS who took the time to review the raw form of this story and edit it for me. I really appreciate the effort and skill and as a result, this is almost as much his work as it is mine. I hope you enjoy and I would love to hear your feedback. Beth woke up and rolled over expecting to find John lying next to her, only to find a cold pillow and mussed sheets. She rolled back and glanced at the clock: 10:15. In a panic, she leapt from the bed, shouting, "Shit! I can't believe I didn't make it to work!" She scurried over to her dresser to grab her essentials and rushed into the bathroom for her morning shower. A note was attached to the mirror. "You called in sick this morning. I'll try to get home early. Love ya! John" Her breathing slowly returning to normal, she fell back onto the bed and started to think back on the events that led up to her exhausted awakening this morning. She couldn't believe the intensity of her orgasms the previous evening. It was a real kick with John watching and his control of the thing was just short of mastery. She wondered how he figured it out so fast. As she lay there thinking about her experience and how exciting it was, her nipples began to grow taut and she could feel that faint buzz as her clit became energized. Her hands slipped down to gently caress her hardening nipples, rolling them between her first finger and thumb, just enough pressure to distend them slightly. The tingles traced a direct path from her breasts to her clit as she felt her lubrication begin to wet her inner lips. Her hand slid slowly down her stomach, over the slight rise of her pubic mound down to her clit. A finger slid down to separate her lips slightly; feeling her lubrication moisten her finger tip, she rolled it back up to coat her clit. Almost as if they had a mind of their own, her fingers began to roll a small compact circle that took her finger tip slightly off her clit, then passed over it again as the circle was completed. Her stomach began to tense with each pass of her finger over her clit, which created a thrusting motion from her hips, as if her pussy was trying to capture at least one finger to plunge deep inside. "Shit! I can't do this now... that damned thing has turned me into a harlot." She slid off the bed and walked on shaky legs to the bathroom, slipping a shirt over her naked body as she walked in, opened the door to the shower and turned the water on. Adjusting it absent-mindedly, her thoughts returned to her masturbation and love making session the previous night. 'I can't believe I let John watch me, but god, I got *sooo* excited! The look in his eyes... just thinking about it makes me wet...' Then she started to laugh at herself. 'Maybe you're wet because you just had your finger in your pussy,' and she stepped under the flowing water. It seemed as if all of her nerve endings were enflamed. Even the flow of the water down her body, the beating of the water on her breasts, the way the water traced down the valleys of her pelvis to drip from the pinnacle of her pubis gave her tingles that weakened her knees. 'Oh my god! What's happening to me? Will this ever go away? I can't even *function*! I feel like I have to cum or I'll never be able to concentrate on anything! GOD!' ...and her hand once again traced down between her legs to focus on her clit, her finger tracing small circles, her other hand sliding down next to it to slowly penetrate her opening... 'Oh, shit!' she thought in frustration as she tried to caress her G-spot in just the right way. She remembered the depth of the orgasmic delight caused by that infernal machine vibrating her clit at the same time it passed over her spot. "I *can't* do it again. John will think I'm depraved. What's he going to think when I jump his bones like a bitch in heat when he gets home tonight?" but her legs walked her out of the shower, dripping water on floor as she went, to the spare bedroom and looked at the machine, still sitting in the middle of the room where they left it last night. She walked over and picked up the control. "Okay, one orgasm, that's it, and then I'll take it back today. I have to get this thing out of here, I'm fucking *addicted*," she said to herself as she settled down over it. She felt the penis-shaped attachment slide between her wet lips, and she had to rise and settle a couple of times to get it fully wet and as deep as its small length would permit. She reached down and hit the switch for the vibration mechanism. "Oh god! Way too high!" she gasped and quickly decreased the level of vibration. She turned down the "volume" of the rotation before turning on the switch and felt the penis attachment begin its first slow swing. The spark of pleasure as it swept across her G-spot took her by surprise and she mashed her body down, feeling the vibration through her clit. Quickly, she turned the volume up on both. As her desire grew, so did her frustration: she wanted to caress her breasts but couldn't quite find the right balance between rotation and vibration, so her hands were occupied with adjusting the controls. Her orgasm took her completely by surprise. She could almost feel her body click in as the vibration and rotation reached that perfect blend. Her body settled down on the machine and she began a gentle thrusting of her hips, dragging her clit over the bumps on the vibration mat. As she reached up and took her nipples between her forefinger and thumb, her body tensed all at once, her eyes rolled back and she felt the waves of pleasure radiate out from her clit, intensified, magnified each time the attachment wriggling inside her flicked across her G-spot. Her body began to vibrate and she heard a loud moan, almost a shriek as she lost touch with anything outside of her pleasure-filled world. As each orgasm began to fade, another one seemed to creep up on her, beginning with maddening slowness, building in speed and intensity as she neared the point of no return. Finally it burst like July 4th fireworks with sparks flashing in her tightly closed eyes, legs quivering to suspend herself at just the perfect penetration. Dropping the controls for the machine, they slid across the floor as her leg twitched in orgasmic convulsions. She looked at the controls in near-terror as she realized they were out of reach. Her rising inability to withstand any additional pleasure was only slightly overridden by her desire for *one* more orgasm. She rode the machine, knowing she had lost control as the last, but definitely most intense, pulse of tingles flashed through her body. The only sounds she could make were a series of grunts that accompanied each frenzied contraction of her abs. Her body as tense as the quivering, overstressed steel of a collapsing bridge, she lost her balance and slowly toppled over onto her side, the machine falling over before finally disengaging from her drenched slit. She lay on her back, unable to do anything but breathe, her eyes closed, her head back, stomach and chest rising and falling as she struggled to control her racing heart beat. "Oh my God! I have to get rid of that thing. It's going to *kill* me," she panted, and she resolved that as soon as she could get the energy to get up and get dressed, it was going back to Sharon. John pulled in the driveway and walked up the walk. "Beth?" he called as he walked into the house. "Beth? Are you here?" It was only 1:30 in the afternoon, but the house had such an empty feeling that he was actually frightened as he ran up the stairs. He looked in the bedroom and the bed was unmade. Beth was always so fastidious, he couldn't imagine her leaving the house in this condition before she left. The bathroom had that slightly moist feel to it, like the water had recently run, but it was cold so he knew it had to be a while since the shower had been on. "Beth?" he called again, a little louder this time. He walked down the hall, looking into each room and finally found Beth lying on her back next to the still buzzing, still rotating Sybian machine. The machine was on its side, and Beth was lying with her arms over her head and her legs parted slightly. The thing John noticed most was her pussy, the lips distended, engorged, dripping with moisture and almost raw-looking in their redness. She had a slight smile on her face but didn't react at all to his appearance. He slowly leaned down and gently shook his wife's shoulder. "Ohh..." "Beth, are you okay?" he whispered to her as he lay on the floor next to her and took her in his arms. "Hmmm." John kissed Beth's cheek and smoothed her hair from her face. "Beth, baby, are you okay?" Beth's eyes opened slightly and she turned her head to look at John. Her eyes slowly came into focus. John felt a twitch, then Beth's whole body tensed and her eyes widened farther than John had ever seen them. Her face flushed a deep shade of red. "Oh my god!" she cried, and John watched the tears build up at the corners then slowly overflow and roll almost simultaneously down both of her cheeks. "Let me up!" Beth almost shouted as she twisted in John's arms, trying to get her arms out of his grasp. John knew it would take days to get Beth to relax from this one and knew his best chance was now, so he held her firmly but gently as she struggled. "Beth... Beth, it's okay. It's okay, baby..." he said, in as soothing a voice as he could muster. "Calm down, sweets, it's okay, it's okay..." "Oh god, John, I'm so sorry..." she was crying in sobs and John felt the fight leave her body. "I don't know... I don't know what happened..." her voice was confused as she fought through the embarrassment. "Beth, it's okay, I just want to make sure you're okay, sweetheart. What happened?" "When I woke up you were gone and... I took a shower... I started to think about... you know, about last night... and, umm, well, I started to think about trying it one more time." The words had started slowly through gulps of air and sobs, but picked up speed as she got into the explanation, which ended up almost a rush of words. "And when I started it didn't feel as good but I kept sitting on it, and it felt good, god John, it felt *so* good and I started to cum and I couldn't stop and I just kept cumming and cumming, oh god, John, I'm so sorry." "Beth! Why do you keep apologizing? There's nothing to be sorry about. Relax, sweetheart, I was just worried that you were hurt. Relax, sweets, it's okay, really." John's caring tone of voice, combined with his gently brushing her hair from her eyes and wiping the tears from her flushed cheeks finally broke through her panic and guilt at getting caught. "You don't mind that I came without you?" "No, babe! It's not like I've never masturbated before! I just never had such a great toy to do it with." John's grin was hard for Beth to interpret. It was a combination of guilt and amusement, with an undertone of sensuality that stopped Beth in her tracks. This guy was so much deeper than she ever gave him credit for. She pulled her arms out of John's and wrapped them tightly around his neck. "I love you so much, John. Thanks for not being angry with me." Her head fell and buried itself into John's chest. "I'm returning that fucking thing today... right now!" and she slipped out of John's arms and rushed off to her bedroom. John lay there thinking about the previous night and what she must've experienced on her own today. He didn't want her to return it, but was afraid to tell her. The fact that she had lost control on the thing had him hard enough to cut glass, or drive railroad spikes. John sat up and leaned back against the wall. Beth came in and grabbed the attachment but her hand slipped off. John could see the juices on it still glinting in the fading afternoon light. "Fuck! John, can you get this fucking thing off?" John almost laughed out loud. Actually, he had to cough into his hand, both at the unintended, but brutally accurate, pun and at the fact that Beth, who so rarely cussed, was so upset she used the 'f' word twice in one statement! "Sure, sweetheart. You sure you want to return this today? I mean, is Sharon even going to be home?" "She'll be there by the time I get there. If not, I'll wait." John had heard this tone of voice before and knew that no argument would stop her from doing what she set her mind to. John disconnected the attachment and as Beth took it into the bathroom to wash it off, John picked up the machine and carried it downstairs to the car. He sat down on the front porch, and as Beth drove away with a squeal of tires John saluted its departure with the crack of a beer. As he brought the can to his lips, John mumbled to himself, "I'll never figure women out, ya know? If I could cum that hard you'd never get me off that machine." As Beth pulled up to Sharon's place, some of her fire had gone out. She wondered how she could possibly explain to Sharon what had happened. She knocked on the door and said, "Wait," to Sharon when she opened the door. She ran to the car, pulled the heavy machine out and carried it to the door. "Here," she said as she thrust the machine into Sharon's arms. Sharon took a step back as she adjusted to the weight. She turned and set it down in the hallway. "Did you try it?" she asked Beth. "Yes," Beth said as she turned and walked down the sidewalk back to her car. "I can't talk about it now, but yes, I tried the damn thing." She slammed her door and left as quickly as she had arrived. Sharon stood there in shock, wondering what the fuck had happened. John was still sitting on the porch when Beth came back, his second beer just opened. "Are you okay, Beth?" John asked as Beth sat down next to him. "I'm fine, John, I'm just so embarrassed... mortified at you finding me like that. I don't want you to..." her head fell and she looked at the sidewalk between her feet. "I don't want you to think of me... as being, well... like that." "Like what, Beth?" John was playing to the hilt the painfully obtuse male that he was sure all women considered men. He had an idea but didn't want to take the chance he'd be wrong. "...like a slut, I guess." And again John watched a tear slide from her eye to slowly trail down her cheek. The first thought that flashed through his head was, 'What smooth skin she has.' He felt another flush of intense love warm the very depths of his soul. He slid his arm around Beth's shoulders and pulled her gently against him. "Beth, that couldn't be further from what I think. I think you're beautiful, warm intelligent, incredibly sensuous, and just plain sexy as hell. You never cease to amaze me and I love your sense of adventure. I'm glad you found some pleasure this afternoon, sweety. There's absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about." "Oh god, John, it was scary. I completely lost control, just like last night, but I didn't have you to control things, to keep me from going too far." "Beth, that is the most erotic thing you've ever said to me, babe. Was it awesome?" "No, it was scary! I couldn't help it. I just... lost it." "I love you, Beth." John looked deep into her eyes. As they stood up Beth pulled her husband close. Her head lifted slightly as she put her lips to his, her eyes closing slowly. As his midsection closed to hers, her eyes popped open when she felt his erection against her belly. She opened her mouth and her tongue sought his as their kiss deepened. Beth rubbed her pelvis against him. She could feel the rawness as her clit rubbed across the lump that was John's engorged cock. "John," she whispered as she pulled slightly away. "John, will you cum for me? I mean, like you said you did when we're not together? Please?" "You mean you want me to jerk off for you?" "Yes." "Are you really serious, Beth?" he said as his voice rose on the last syllable. "Yes, John. It's something I've always dreamed about, fantasized about. "Oh god, I feel like I've completely lost control. I can't believe I asked you that." "You know you can tell me anything, right? If you're sure you really want to see it, umm... yeah, sure, sweetheart, I'll do it for you." John's heart was in his throat as Beth took his hand and led him back into the house. She led him into the bedroom and pushed him back onto the bed. She smiled at him as she went to her dresser. John watched as she pulled something white and silky out of the drawer and slipped into the bathroom. John did what any red-blooded male would do: he stripped faster than the bark from a tree during the Mount St. Helens explosion. John slid his hand down over his cock, gently massaging it, squeezing it gently as he waited for Beth to come out. He stroked it slowly up and down once or twice and felt the precum roll down from the tip, to pool where his hand met penis. Beth came out of the bathroom. "No, John, do it right, baby." "Huh?" She gently pushed his chest and he fell back on the bed. She slid his legs over on the bed so he was fully laid out on the bed, then she crawled between his legs and sat on her feet, looking intently at her husband. He felt self-conscious as her gaze ran the full length of his body, stopping at his throbbing cock. John had never been more excited in his life. "Come on, John, do it for me." It was the most erotic sounding whisper John had ever heard come from his wife. John's hand once again wrapped around his cock. The precum that had traveled down the length of his engorged staff lubricated his hand as it began to slide up and down his shaft. Beth's beautiful body was encased in white satin. Her hard nipples made peaks in the fabric, highlighted by just a hint of the areolae that surrounded them. Her focus was on his cock as his hand stroked in that familiar pattern. He could feel the tingles, could feel the cum rising from his balls with each stroke. He knew it wouldn't take long now. His gaze traveled the full length of Beth's torso, the shape of her long neck, the curves of her collar bones showing through her skin, the soft lines of her shoulders, broken only by the spaghetti strap of her lingerie. He couldn't imagine anything sexier than the visage he was so thoroughly enjoying. His attention was attracted to her nipples: hard, poking against the fabric, hiding the subtle curve of her firm breast. Beth reached her hand down and John watched as it slid beneath her teddy. He watched as the muscles of her arm began to move rhythmically. John's hand slowed its stroke, trying to stave off the inevitable. "Don't stop, John." "I'm trying to control, Beth..." "Don't. I want to see it shoot. I want to see you cum, John. I want you to look at me when you cum, John. I want to see your pleasure like you saw mine." John knew that two more strokes were all it would take. His hand rose up his shaft and as it passed over the crown, his head went back and he felt his muscles tense. He felt the tingles shoot down his legs: that warm sensation, almost the same as it feels when your legs fall asleep, but more intense. His stomach began to undulate, almost as if it were trying to push the cum out of his body faster. He thought he had a chance to stave off the impending crescendo for just a moment or two, until he looked at Beth's face. The look of passion, love, trust and borderline out-of-control lust on her face was the most erotic and sensual look he had ever seen. He wanted to lock the intensity of that image deeply into his brain for all time, never to be forgotten. His orgasm, so close, was making the concentration necessary to properly record the image difficult. He closed his eyes in concentration. The Sybian Introduction Ch. 02 "John! Look at me! Please, look at me!" Beth implored. Through barely opened eyes, John looked into Beth's eyes. They were focused on his as the first burst of pearly white cum leaped from his cock. His mouth opened and he roared as another white tracer jumped up to his chest. Beth's eyes never left his, but he felt her legs twitch, could hear her moans as she obviously came with him. His eyes finally closed of their own volition, his head back as the next two bursts of cum streaked up his stomach. John almost couldn't take the exquisite torture of the escaping white stream. His breathing was timed to each shot and simmered down to a rumbling groan as the shots became a bubbling stream that flowed from the end of his cock to pool in his pubic hair. His balls had pulled up so tightly as to be nothing but crinkled skin at the base of his member. That was one that struck Beth. She knew that image was burning itself into her memory for all time. The intensity of John's orgasm was now a part of her. Beth slowly toppled forward to lay full length on John, his semen cooling between their bodies, the excess running off to create pools along his stomach and chest. "Beth, let me clean up." "Don't move, sweetheart,” she cooed. With her on top of him, John slowly drifted off into a deep slumber. John and Beth went through the following days in a daze. John was intrigued by this change in Beth's level of desire. He never would've guessed that he'd find Beth lying on the floor next to this Sybian machine, this fuck device, exhausted from an over-abundance of orgasms. He also would've never guessed that Beth would want to watch him masturbate. He loved that she enjoyed the machine so much, but couldn't understand why she wanted to get rid of it so quickly. Beth seemed distant and quiet. She didn't say much and when John looked at her, she couldn't meet his eye. She'd lower her gaze to the floor, she didn't smile and she always seemed to blush. Saturday finally came and John made the decision that he wasn't going though another weekend like this. He loved his wife, she was his best friend and he missed the companionship of the old Beth, her smile, her laugh. While he never felt closer to her, she seemed so distant. It hurt. He decided he would do whatever it took to get her comfortable again. He finally trapped her late in the afternoon, sitting on the couch again, in that position he found so appealing, her legs tucked beneath her kind of sideways. It always amazed him that she found that position comfortable. He figured if he tried it, his knees would break. He sat down next to her and looked at her, her hair down over her face, almost peering at him through her locks. She started to get up and John reached out and put his hand on her arm. "Beth, talk to me, please?" "John, I can't... I, I don't know what to say." "I love you Beth, I can't stand not talking to you..." "John I just can't. I want to... I mean, I need to talk to somebody, but I just can't..." "There isn't anything you can say to me that would make me think bad about you, I love you, warts and all," John said and smiled, to try to punctuate his statement. He wanted to tell her the depth of his feelings for her but couldn't quite figure out the right words. "John, you just don't understand." "Well then, why don't you explain it to me. Please tell me what you're thinking." "You wouldn't want to know." "The only thing you could tell me that I couldn't stand to hear is that you don't love me, Beth. Is that it? Is that what you're afraid to tell me?" "No, John! I love you with all my heart, that's why I'm afraid to tell you." "Did you have an affair? Did you sleep with another guy? Not my favorite thought, but we can work through it, as long as we keep talking. If you don't talk to me, then all is lost." "It's not another guy, John." The exasperation in her voice convinced even John. "Then what?" "It's that *machine*. I'm so embarrassed, but I can't stop thinking about it." "Shit, Beth! That's easy! Call Sharon and borrow it again." Beth's head fell again and she whispered behind her personal barrier of hair, "I can't do that! She wanted to know all the details when I dropped it off. I couldn't even look her in the eye. I couldn't tell her I fucked myself silly with the thing and you found me passed out on the floor! God, I don't know what to do!" "Call her, Beth. What? Do you think she's going to think less of you because you enjoyed HER toy? Come on." It made so much sense to him, he just couldn't understand why it wouldn't make sense to her. She got this really strange look on her face as the painfully obvious logic finally sank in. "You don't care?" "If it makes you feel good, sweets, then I like it. If I can share it with you, then I like it even more." "But John! You don't understand! It's all I think about. It's become like a challenge, to experience it without losing control... I think about it and think about it, I can't concentrate at work, I think up excuses to try it again, but I need you there. I'm afraid. Oh god, John! Please tell me you still love me..." "Babe, watching you on that thing was so erotic. Every time I think about it I get hard. Relax, let yourself go and let's have some fun." John could see the sparkle in her eye, the one he missed for so long. She finally brushed her hair from her face and actually smiled at him. It was the most moving smile John had seen in weeks. Those beautiful white teeth, her light pink lips, the slight dimples in her cheeks. "Go! Go call her right now. I'll even drive you over there and help you pick it up." "Oh god, no, John! No way you're going with me. Uh uh, not gonna happen." Beth got up and walked to the bedroom to call in private. John couldn't hear the conversation over the football game on TV. "Sharon said I could use it, but I couldn't take it. She said she missed it too much when I had it." Beth sat on the couch with her elbows on her knees and her face in her hands. "Shit!" "What's the problem sweets? Just go over and use it!" "Oh god, no! John, I couldn't do that, and you *have* to be with me. You have to control that thing." "Alright, I'll go with you. Let's go." "In front of Sharon? No way! I couldn't!" "Come on, Beth! You've known her for eons! You've known her since you were kids! It's no big deal, It's not like she'll be watching or anything..." Beth got up and started to pace. John missed the final touchdown in the last 38 seconds of the game to send it into overtime. "Beth! Come on! You're gonna drive yourself nuts! Either let's go or forget about it!" "I can't!" "All right! That's it! Get in the car." John propelled her down the hall by her elbow, out the door and to the car. Beth sputtered and complained the whole trip but John noticed a sparkle in her eye and he noticed her nipples announcing their arousal. Sharon didn't even get up off the couch. "Upstairs, first bedroom on the right, Beth. You going up, John, or are you going to wait down here with me?" John smiled self-consciously and lowered his gaze as he stood slightly behind Beth. He glanced at Sharon and once again marveled at the differences between these two best friends. Sharon was so outgoing, short blonde hair and tall, a little more voluptuous than Beth, but these two women were closer than any two sisters John had ever gotten to know. Beth grabbed John's hand and dragged him up the stairs. As they walked in the room the Sybian sat in the middle of the floor, the controls laying next to it. Beth turned and pulled John to her. "I can't believe we're doing this." "I love you, Beth." John lowered his head to lightly kiss his wife's closed lips. Her mouth opened and his tongue invaded her mouth to taste her tongue. Her lips closed on his lower lip and she sucked it gently into her mouth. It was such a small thing, but it absolutely drove John nuts every time she did it. It was always a signal of the extreme intensity of Beth's passion, always the harbinger of an unforgettable experience. John sometimes wondered if Beth knew she gave that signal. Beth pulled in to John and he once again marveled at how perfectly she molded to him. Her body seemed to fit so well, so close. Her shoulders seemed so small to him, he just wanted to wrap her up, cover her, protect her from any hurt. His hands traveled the full length of her back, caressing the tense muscles beneath her shirt, which began to rise as he ran his hands up and down. Beth got heavy in his arms and John let himself be dragged to the floor as they kissed. He undid the button of Beth's jeans and slid his hand into her pants, feeling the silky fabric snag slightly on the rough skin of his hand. He felt her lips, already puffy and wet, her nectar seeping from her core. His finger slid gently down the length of her slit to hover around the edges of her opening. He knew it drove her crazy with anticipation to get so close but to hold off penetration until her hips began to chase his finger. When his finger finally slipped into her, John felt her walls clamp down around his finger. Beth moaned as her hips pushed up to force deeper penetration. Beth groaned in frustration as John pulled his finger free from the Chinese finger trap her grasping pussy had become. He slid her pants and panties down as one as she raised her hips to help him. A couple of kicks, a tug or two and her pants lay strewn and forgotten on the floor. "Are you ready?" "Yes," Beth said with a small voice, high in pitch and full of tension. "Beth, this time you have to tell me how it feels. Tell me what to do to make it feel better." Beth squatted over the machine once again, rolled her hips to wet the tip and slowly sank down on the machine in small pumping plunges. John got up, grabbed the controls and settled in an overstuffed chair, the controller between his knees. His gaze at Beth was intense, with a small furrowing of his eyebrows in concentration. He turned both volume controls down and flicked the switches. "What do you feel?" "Not much yet..." and Beth giggled. John advanced the vibration control slightly. "Mmmm. That feels good. I like the vibration." "Feels good?" John asked. "Ohh, John, the vibrations make my clit tingle, it makes me really wet." "More vibration?" "Ohh please... please make me tingle..." John advanced the control a bit higher. He stood briefly to pull his pants and jockeys off, his cock already deeply red and completely engorged. As he settled back into the chair, he advanced the rotation control again slightly. "Oh god! John! It... ohh! It touches my ugh, my special spot!" "Does it feel like my cock?" "No it feels... ohh... it feels different... oh fuck! It feels different than anything I've ever felt. Ohh..." Beth's breath was coming in gasps now as her excitement increased dramatically, "I'm getting close John... Ohh, I'm getting... almost... almost... there..." John's hand was wrapped around his cock, sliding in slow, languid strokes the full length of his cock. He increased the volume control of the rotation and then doubled the vibration. The suddenness of Beth's first orgasm surprised her. Her body tensed in the same rhythm, but the intensity of the tension kept increasing instead of falling off and rising again as it had been. She could feel the hardness of her nipples, felt the firmness of her breasts as the muscles underneath became hard. She had a momentary doubt and opened her eyes briefly to look at John. Although his hand was still on his cock, it was almost haphazardly placed there. She glanced at his eyes and saw the total focus, the attention to every signal her body gave, and right as she crested and nearly lost her touch with the here and now, she glanced over his shoulder to see Sharon standing at the door, her hand in her panties, eyes wide as her arm made the rhythmic movements that can only signal one thing. Beth's eyes did the white-eyed roll back and her world descended into a maelstrom of tingles, of clenching pussy walls, of sparks of pleasure as that infernal rotating pleasure spike crossed her G-spot faster and faster. She heard a voice, almost detached, distant, and finally concluded that it was her own. She could no longer control her arms, her hands suspended in the air clenching in time to her pussy as if trying to grab onto a dash board in front of her. Her knees went to another place as her body settled down completely onto the Sybian and still it buzzed and flicked. Her body vibrated with the tension of her orgasm, gradually increasing in intensity to become a shudder as another peak rose and broke as if it were a wave battering the volcanic shores of Hawaii in the height of the winter wave season. Beth's eyes fluttered open once again, briefly, confirming John's continued attention, then gave herself to her pleasure, losing what we know as consciousness. Her body slid in slow motion to the side, falling to land gently once again on the floor, her chest heaving as she struggled to feed oxygen to her starved system. Her eyes still closed, John marveled at the aftershocks her body went through. They seemed almost as intense as the original orgasm. John watched, amazed, at the slowness of their subsidence. John literally jumped as Sharon shouted from behind him, "My turn!" Her pants were off and John watched her drop them on the floor as she rushed past him to settle down over the machine. "Sharon!" John said, mustering what he hoped was the appropriate level of shock. Sharon grabbed the controls from John and dialed them as if she was the master controller of a nuclear power plant trying to control a meltdown. The meltdown came... and quickly. Sharon's body began to shake, her nipples hard as she pulled her blouse over her head. John jumped a second time as he felt Beth's hand touch his painfully hard cock, fingers slowly wrapping around the shaft, beginning their slow inexorable trip up to shock his system with waves of pleasure as her fingers passed over the purple, engorged head. Beth slid up John's body, her lips pressing tightly against his, her sucking of his bottom lip intense. 'Shit! That's going to leave a mark,' he thought as her teeth came down slowly to pinch his lips, to trap him in a liplock, face to face, sharing breath, sharing passion as Sharon's squeals increased in volume and profanity. Beth turned her back to John and pushed him deeper into the chair as she settled down on him. He was amazed, as he was every time that his hard cock split her moist petals of womanhood, to bury itself deep within her, at her softness, her tightness, her total possession of him. Beth fell back against John, her hair brushing his face as she rose and fell on him. "See how much she focuses on cumming, Beth? See the passion on her face? She's nearing the point where she'll lose control, babe, just like you did." Beth settled down on John hard, as if she was trying to get just a little more of his cock buried deep inside of her. "She's starting to cum, Beth. Watch her." Beth couldn't help but watch. John told Beth to watch Sharon's face and as she did, Sharon crested her wall of impending erotic, all-consuming pleasure. Beth began her last intense orgasm as she felt John begin to thrust into her hard, raising her legs off the chair, burying himself in her, freezing in position to jerk with each shot of pearly, white-hot semen deep into her womb. Sharon's orgasm was heralded with a spurt of clear liquid that shot from her pussy, wrapped around the still rotating penis of the Sybian machine. Beth settled into the deepest post-orgasmic warmth she'd ever felt as John's arms wrapped around her and squeezed her, his lips raining kisses on her back, her shoulders, her neck. She felt warm and loved and it shocked her to understand that their closeness was even increased by being able to share their observation of the intensity of Sharon's orgasm. She felt no shame or embarrassment as she laid back against her lover, her legs spread, John's slowly deflating penis still joining their bodies, their combined juices drooling slowly down John's shaft, to drip from his loosening sack. Beth came to a conclusion. With John by her side, her inhibitions were rapidly crashing. She knew this *thing* wasn't responsible for her pleasure, for her loss of inhibitions, it was nothing but a tool. She knew that she and John had become one. The Sybian Introduction John watched as her body tensed, shuddered slightly then began to relax, only to tighten again. He turned the knob to increase the speed of rotation and the effect was almost astounding. She reached a plateau of tenseness her breasts shaking her nipples small thumbs at the peak of each taut breast, he had an irreverent thought, like a bowl full of jelly and he almost smiled. Beth would've never noticed his smile, she had lost the power of sight, the ability to hear, to taste to smell, everything came down to her sense of touch, specifically the sense of touch emanating from her clit and the amazing pulsating throbs that wracked her body each time the penis passed over her spot. " uh uh uh oh fuck oh fuck oh oh!" John wanted to hold her so badly as she crashed throught he wall and began to cum. Her body vibrated, her legs quivering steel bands, her stomach a series of ridges of muscle John had never seen before so intense was her orgasm… Beth felt it coming, faster, more intense radiating into her legs, a warmth that was so intense, almost hot enough to burn her, flowing down her arms into her hands she felt every nerve ending, she saw flashes of light and slipped almost into unconsciousness the only thing that remained for her were the wonderful vibrations and the throbbing of the rotating penis. John began to become concerned as Beth's eyes rolled back in her head and her breathing became a series of staccato bursts, each accompanied by a full body twitch. He reached down and clicked the switch only to turn it back on when Beth finally managed to spit out one word, instantly upon the cessation of the rotation. "NO!" He was afraid to turn anything up, and now knew he couldn't turn it off, there was only one thing to do. He reached down, wrapped his hand around his steel hard cock and began to stroke, watching Beth intently as she rose to another orgasmic peak. It seemed as each one was slightly more intense than the last. He had reached the crest as well but maintained right at the edge of orgasm. He wanted to last as long as Beth who was going from orgasm to orgasm. She was moaning constantly, grunting occasionally when she reached the intense peak of an orgasm. While John was as hard as he could ever remember being, and the hand sliding up and down the shaft of his penis was creating intense waves of pleasure that seemed to dissipate as it reached his extremities, John just couldn't quite get himself to go over the edge. He was so focused on Beth and her absolute complete surrender to orgasmic bliss, at a level WAY beyond anything he'd ever experienced, or witnessed with Beth or anyone else that he held off his conclusion. With all great things it must finally come to an end. Beth reached what appeared to John to be the ultimate peak, almost screaming out her pleasure. Her body locked into a full clench, every muscle tight and defined, from the muscles in her neck to the muscles of her clenched toes on either side of the machine. Her body just shuddered, more of a vibration really than a shudder and she slowly toppled to the side. She lay on the floor, moaning as her orgasm slowly dissipated. John still had not cum as he watched the physical relaxation come over Beth, his hand still sliding slowly up and down the shaft of his cock. He leaned over Beth and gently kissed her on her sweaty forehead. "That was the sexiest, most erotic thing I've ever seen honey." Beth rolled onto her back slowly, her chest still pumping as she tried to catch up on her air supply. "Did you cum too John?" she asked, her eyes still closed or the answer to that question would be obvious. "Not yet sweety but I will soon." "Cum in me… Fuck me John…" she spread her legs, her enflamed pussy spread wide open, liquid noticeably running down from her lips. She worried that it would hurt, she thought she had fucked it raw on the sybian but felt no pain as John slid into her, a small orgasm flowed through her body, just a spark of tingles really. John was so excited he lasted exactly 2.5 strokes. On the outstroke his cum came on so suddenly it almost surprised him and then he lost conscious thought as he slammed his cock as deep into Beth as he could, his body twitches on each shot of his pearly white cum flowing out to coat Beth's insides triggering mini orgasms in Beth as the feeling was transferred to her erect clit. John felt as if his entire body was flowing out through his cock into Beth. As consciousness returned to them both they began to laugh while looking into each other's eyes. Beth smiled and whispered lightly as her arms pulled John tighter to her body "now I know what I want for Christmas. I wonder if they have one of those things for guys?" Neither Beth nor John had the energy to stand, almost didn't have the energy to move after John's deflating cock slowly slipped from inside of Beth. They crawled over and slithered in the bed. Both were almost instantly asleep. Beth knew she would have to return the Sybian to Sharon. She knew she would be subjected to a battery of questions about it, her experience with it. She wasn't sure she would have the courage to tell Sharon what had happened. But then again, she knew Sharon wanted to share it with her… wanted to watch, maybe, perhaps… To be continued… if there's any interest. Please let me know what you think. I'd love to get your feedback. The Sybian Party I was just a tad nervous as Beth and I strutted up the sidewalk to the front door of the ranch-style house. I was wearing red leather mini-skirt and knee high boots, with a black top. Beth had on her leather jeans, and a white t-shirt. Hand in hand, we approached the front porch, knocked on the door, and Angel greeted us with warm kisses on each of our cheeks. Blonde, long-legged, and beautiful, Angel invited us in, and we were warmly greeted by seven other women, who were all lounging in the living room. Since we were the last to arrive, the official party could now begin. Beth had met Angel through a posting on a message board on an e-groups site, and she had worked it out to where we were both invited to this "special" party. She had ridden a sybian before at an all-girl party, and was dying to experience it again. From what she had told me, it was quite the adventure, and I was eager to try it also. Beth had sent our initiation fees of $100.00 to Angel, and we were accepted into this club of sybian-loving women. Beth and I introduced us to the group. Her and I had been lovers for six months, and although bi-sexual before, we were totally into only each other at this time. Then each of the other women, starting with Angel, did the same. Angel was an Internet porn amatuer, a single lesbian, 31 years old, and she explained how she was entirely hooked on the sybian. Her friend and occasional lover, Amy, was a lesbian also, a lab research assistant, and 25 years old. She had short black hair and a great figure. Lela was 48 years old, married, bi-sexual, and ran an Internet health-food site. Her shoulder-length red hair was pulled into a ponytail, and her slim figure made her look years younger than her age. Brooke definitly caught my eye. Although not a beautiful woman, at 22 she sported the figure of a porn- queen. She was wearing jeans, heels, and a bright pink bra; her huge titties were nearly falling out of the bra, and I couldn't help but think of kissing them. She told us how she loved the sybian, how she was hiding this from her boyfriend, but could do nothing about her addiction to the machine. Carla spoke next. She was 35, bi-sexual, single, a nurse, and she twirled her flowing brown hair around her fingers as she talked. She wore a pretty flowered dress, which seemed to show off a very round ass. I could feel Beth squeeze my hand tighter as Carla talked. Gabby was tall, Latino, and had jet-black hair which reached down to her healthy ass. She was married, a full-time housewife, and loved group fucking with her husband. She had a sybian of her own, which is how she spends nearly every day when her husband is at work. Finally, the two black women, who stood holding hands, were next. Katrina and Tasha were both tall, lovely lesbians, and Katrina's short buzz-cut hair contrasted well with Tasha's long dreadlocks. Both women were nude dancers at the local club, and had also done some "amatuer-porn" movies. When the introductions were complete, Angel instructed everyone to strip totally naked. Everyone was to be nude, with nothing to get in the way. Beth and I shared a quick kiss, and began to strip in front of eight perfect strangers. Clothes, lingeree, and shoes flew everywhere, and soon everyone was nude, looking at each other, the anticipation growing. "Now follow me," Angel instructed. She walked through a door, which led downstairs to a semi-lit room. The walls were mirrored, soft music was playing, and five sybians were arranged in a circle in the middle of the room. Pair of chains, with wrist-cuffs attached to the ends, was hanging from the ceiling above each machine. Each machine had its own box of attachments sitting next to it. Each "station" had it's own small pail and wachcloths. Angel addressed the group. "There are a couple of rules here. To begin with, Amy and I will be paired together to start. The rest is as follows: Beth and Leslie, Katrina and Tasha, Gabby and Lela, Carla and Brooke. Once we get rolling, anyone is free to switch to another partner and any girl may join in `assisting' any other girls, as long as there are no problems. You know what I mean. The chest over in the corner contains numerous sex toys for your pleasure. When you are through with an attachment, make sure you clean it. This party goes until the last woman leaves. Any questions?" Everyone nodded their heads, and I couldn't help but notice Carla rubbing her pussy already. My nipples ached, and I felt Beth move behind me, caressing my ass. "Good. Okay, lets have some fun!" Angel said. Everyone paired off, and Beth and I took the sybian furthest from where we were standing. Gabby and Lela were to our right, Katrina and Tasha to our left. Beth pulled me close to her, held me, our breasts coming together. She began to play with my clit, stroking it, getting me ready for the sybian. Moans were beginning to fill my ears, the other women starting the adventure. Beth kissed me deeply, and moved to the box of attachments, clipping a medium-sized dildo onto the sybian. "Go for it, baby," Beth said. As I straddled it, I heard one of the other machines hum to life. Looking across the room, I saw Brooke, her arms held high in the cuffs, riding her sybian already, with Carla sitting right in front of her, working the controls of the machine. Brooke was grinding onto the dildo, purring softly, her lovely, huge breasts swinging to and fro. My heart jumped as Carla began to squeeze them firmly. I quickly placed my wrists into the cuffs; my hands above my head, arms streched high, and Beth closed the clasps. I found the correct angle, and slid down onto the dildo. It didn't seem too spectacular, but I could feel the nub of the dildo on my clit, which turned me on even further. Beth was rubbing her clit, and she began to kiss my titties, sending sparks through me. I looked over to see Amy in the same position, with Angel working the controls, and her machine came alive also. Next to me, Lela was hovering over her sybian, but she was bent at the waist, her legs spread wide. Gabby was behind her licking her pussy up and down like a cat, getting her ready. Gabby then placed Lela's hands in the cuffs, and then Lela also lowered herself onto the dildo. Beth sat in front of me, controls in her hands, and she continued to rub her pussy. "I love how you look right now. So exposed, so ready to cum," she voiced. Amy was settling in also, arms high, and Angel was kissing her deeply. To the left of us, Katrina mounted her's also as Tasha cuffed her wrists. So, for the first round, Amy, Brooke, Lela, Tasha and myself were the riders. The room was filled with the sounds of aroused women, with Brooke leading the way. She had begun to orgasm, and she was thrashing about wildly on her sybian. I was transfixed by the sight of her bouncing titties, but suddenly a shock wave of pleasure coursed through me. I looked down at Beth, my eyes wide, and I knew she had turned on our machine. The dildo had begun to vibrate and pulse inside me, feeling so good in my pussy, and Beth had only just now turned it on. "Oh shit, baby.that feels so fucking good inside me," I groaned. "It's gonna get better too, Leslie," she said. I got a pretty good rythym going, moving forward and backward slightly on the dildo. Beth was clearly enjoying this, and I couldn't take my eyes off her pussy. I felt like I wanted to lick her right then, to bury my face between her legs. "Yes, look at my wet pussy, baby. You like how this slit looks, don't you?" she teased. "Yes Beth, I do. I love it. Play with it again," I pleaded. Beth leaned back on one arm, and pinched her clit, playing with it, teasing me. She looked so gorgeous. I stared at her pussy, looking no where else, but hearing the cries and moans of the other women around me. Minutes passed, but suddenly I felt a tremendous urge to orgasm. "Oh Beth, I am so close," I wailed. Beth then turned the dial on the control, and the vibrating increased. Shock waves flowed through me, and I used the chains to pull myself up, and then down, onto the dildo. In this way, I began to fuck myself. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..mmmmmnnnnnnneeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh," I screamed, and I orgasmed. "Yes baby, yes baby, cum for me, cum for me," Beth encouraged. I was bobbing up and down, thrashing wildly on the sybian. The entire room seemed to spin as I climaxed. After a long, intense orgasm, Beth slowed the vibrating dildo to a stop. She then kissed me, uncuffed me, and I fell to the carpet. Beth cleaned, and then mounted, the same dildo. Weakly I stood, cuffed her wrists in place, and kissed her again. "Just put it on low baby, and then go have some fun. It might take me a little bit longer than you." I did as she asked, and Beth closed her eyes and relaxed. I turned to look around the room. My pussy was still throbbing, my body still aroused. Next to us, Gabby was getting off on watching Lela cum, reciting some Spanish lingo I didn't understand. Lela was cumming and cumming hard. Gabby began to suck on her tight nipples, driving Lela even wilder. On our left, Katrina had already cum, and Tasha was riding the sybian now. She was really groaning loudly, telling Katrina how good it felt in her ass. Then I saw it; Tasha was using the double-probe, her ass and pussy riding it together. Suddenly Katrina began to tickle Tasha's armpits, sending her into fits of laughter. At that precise moment, she came, soaking the sybian in her wetness. I moved closer to Brooke and Carla, and could see that although still riding her sybian, Brooke was slowing down. Carla looked up at me. "Hey babe. She has already cum three times, and she says she needs more. Care to help?" "Of course," I replied. I looked back over at Beth; Gabby was kissing her titties as Lela continued to climax. The scene was heating up quickly. Brooke was still riding the dildo, slowly now, and I moved in front of her, spreading my legs, offering her a perfect view of my hairless pussy. "MMM.baby.such a pretty pussy," she said aloud. Brooke's tits were huge, circular globes of flesh. I couldn't help but take each one in my hand, feeling them, squeezing them. I leaned over and began to lick each nipple. "Yes baby.suck them, get them wet, please, suck them nips," Brooke begged. I could feel Carla's hands on my ass, rubbing my cheeks. I ravished Brooke's breasts, taking no precautions in the way I kissed and held them. In seconds she was cumming again, grinding and thrashing on the sybian. I moved on, now watching the expert, Angel, grinding and humping her machine, as Amy worked the controls, fingering herself as she watched. I had to get back to Beth, as she was beginning to grind violently onto the sybian. Gabby had moved back to Lela, standing in front of her, holding Lela's head in her hands as Lela lapped at her furry pussy. I knelt down in front of Beth, looking her straight in the eyes. "Grab my titties, baby. Pinch my nips," she asked. I began to pinch both of her nipples, pulling her tits up and down, moving them in circles. Beth was grinding firmly into the dildo; her eyes wide open, taking in the scenes of all the other nude women in the room. The gorgeous asses, titties, the groans of pleasure, the sounds of sex; it was much too much for her senses now. "Turn.it.mmmmmm.. FASTER BABY!" she wailed. I released her titties, and turned up the speed on the sybian. Beth's legs were spread wide, supporting her weight, and she began to use the wrist-chains to help her move up and down. She was riding the sybian with abandon now, slamming down onto it, reaching for her orgasm. Beth looked up at me, her eyes blazing, looking at something behind me. I turned to see that Carla had switched places with Brooke, and was riding her machine in the same way Beth was. Carla was staring directly back at Beth. Beth's lips parted, her mouth opening wide, and she slid steadfastly back down onto the dildo; as she reached the bottom, her orgasm ripped through her like a crack of lightning. "OH.. MY.GAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWDDDDDDDDDDDD.EEEEIIIIIGHHNNNNNNGGGGGNN NNNNNNNNNNNN." she screamed. I turned the dial up to full speed, and Beth went out of control. She thrashed and thrusted as she shook her head to and fro, her hair darting in every direction. For nearly a full minute she rode through her climax until she finally slumped, limp in her bonds, breathing heavilly. I turned the sybian down, and lifted her head, kissing her softly on the lips. "You are sensational, Beth," I cooed. I unlocked her wrist cuffs, and helped her off the sybian, the dildo escaping her pussy with a slurp. I held my lover in my arms, and gently eased her to the floor. Beth looked up at me, saying "Go, have some fun, let me rest." "Okay baby," I replied, kissing her again. After seeing Beth cum like that, I was fully aroused again; the sounds of sex filling my ears. I turned toward Angel and Amy. Amy was back on her machine, and Angel was kneeling in front of her, her mouth sucking Amy's clit. Angel's legs were spread, her ass rising and falling, and it seemed to be calling to me. I moved closer, letting my fingers touch her beautiful ass, and she looked into the mirror. Upon seeing me, she smiled broadly, and rotated her beautiful ass in circles, the silent tease. I began to run my fingers up and down her beautiful trimmed pussy, touching the slit, finding her clit, and I could hear her moan in delight. I could see in the mirror that Beth was watching now, her hands between her legs. I began to kiss Angel's ass, rubbing my face all over it, letting her feel my close-cropped hair. But the sounds.I couldn't help but hear them.Carla cumming now, Gabby groaning, Katrina sreaming in pleasure. Amy was watching me as Angel worked her clit. I began to run my tongue up and down the cleft between Angel's cheeks as I played with her pussy, and upon reaching the small bud, Angel groaned. I began to slip my fingers into her pussy, one by one, until all four were inside her, my thumb working her hard clit. Amy began to let loose now, her voice a high-pitched sob, her body convulsing in her chains. She began to cum without control, thrashing about like Beth did. Angel paused, looking up at her, then dropped her head. "Fuck me Leslie.harder.harder.harder.kiss my ass.do it," she told me. I needed little encouragement. I pushed my tongue into Angel's ass, twirling it as best as I could. I was pushing my fingers hard into her pussy, and worked her clit perfectly. Angel began to scream for me to fuck her harder still, and at that point I felt Beth behind me, kissing my shoulders. I turned to see that she had donned a gorgeous life-like cock, which was held in place by a leather harness. Amy was going ballistic. Her orgasm continued, taking her to places she had never known. Angel hissed and swore with a fury, calling Amy a sexy slut, among other things. "Call me a whore, Leslie! Call me a slutty bitch!" she roared. Such language from a seemingly quiet woman drove me wild. I began to slap her ass, calling her the things she wanted to hear. "Let me fuck her, please baby," Beth said. I wanted to see that too. I pulled my hands away, and Angel groaned loudly. Beth settled in behind her, taking that lovely ass in her hands. My lovely Beth then spun Angel around, facing the center of the circle. "I am gonna fuck you good, Angel," Beth exclaimed. Angel's pussy was dripping, her ass gyrating, her head heaving up and down. "Do it.I am your slut-bitch, and I deserve to be fucked. I deserve to be fucked by everyone here. I am such a dirty slut.FUCK ME BETH!" My eyes whirled around the room again. Brooke was playfully toying with Carla, working the controls to bring her up and down the peaks of pleasure. Tasha and Katrina were kneeling, facing each other, hugging, kissing, grinding, and moaning. Gabby was riding her sybian now, but facing the mirror, watching herself, the machine humming. Her hair hung down in her face, and she would swing her head to provide a view in the mirror. Lela was raking her fingernails down her back, teasing her. Amy sat momentarily still, sweat running down her cheeks. She was leaning back somewhat, exposing her engourged clit, and she was staring at Beth and Angel. Beth began to roughly massage Angel's round ass, and she positioned herself behind her in the classic "doggy-style" position. Angel's eyes were wide, the look of pure pleasure on her face. A quick glance around the room, and I could see Tasha and Katrina sitting, facing each other, rubbing their pussies together. Carla and Gabby were furiously riding their sybians as Lela and Carla quickly exchanged places, pleasuring the others partner. Amy was moving in a back and forth motion, shaking as another orgasm approached. Beth lined up Angel's wet snatch on her dildo, and slowly pushed it in, eliciting screams of joy from Angel. It was so erotic to see my girlfriend fucking another woman! I grabbed Angel by her blonde hair, and raised her head. "Feels fucking good, doesn't it slut?" I hissed. "Oh yes.god yes.I need it.I need to be fucked!" Beth was in her element. She had the perfect rythym going, fucking Angel at the perfect speed. At that moment I heard Amy call my name, and she motioned me to her with a flick of her head. "Take the cuffs off me," she asked. I quickly released her, and helped her off her machine. Her skin felt hot to the touch, and she slumped to the floor. I moved back behind Beth, and I reached around her to pinch her extended nipples as she was fucking Angel. It wasn't long before Angel was cumming like crazy, and Beth didn't slow down one bit, driving it home during Angel's entire orgasm. Eventually, Beth eased out of her, and Angel collasped, spent, breathing deeply. I knelt down before Beth, twirled, and got on all fours, ass high. In seconds she was behind me, fucking me as she fucked Angel. Her dildo felt so good inside me, and I closed my eyes to feel the impending orgasm. Suddenly I felt two globes of flesh in my face, and I looked up to see Carla's huge titties staring me in the face. Instinctivly I began to lick them, coating them in my saliva, sucking her nipples, begging her to mash her breasts into my face. When I came, I groaned into them, pleasing both Carla and Beth. I then eased to the floor, breathing, panting, and resting. The evening coursed on and on, ten women, with five sybians, experiencing intense pleasure. It was five in the morning, and Beth and I were the only ones left, along with Amy and Angel. We proceded to go upstairs to Angel's bedroom, all of us still totally nude, and totally wet. She invited Beth and I to lay back on her bed, and in seconds Amy was slithering between my legs, and Angel between Beth's. Beth and I kissed deeply as the two lovely women began to make love to our pussies. For at least thirty minutes Beth and I rocked from orgasm to orgasm, kissing and fondling each other and Angel and Amy stayed locked between our thighs. Finally, I could take it no longer, and I rolled off the bed, watching as Angel and Amy layed between Beth's spread legs, bringing her off over and over again. Finally, we left Angel's house at dawn. We would clearly return soon enough. The Sybian Room It was a bit of a surprise that I found myself childless and divorced at the age of forty-five. I knew that my children would eventually flee the family nest, but I expected that my husband John would be with me forever. But a year and a bit after our eldest daughter left, John left too. It had been a good marriage with many years of fine times. I guess with the children gone and with our different interests, we slowly drifted apart and before we realised we had problems, it was too late. Our divorce surprised all our friends, for it was thought that Gina (that's me) and John were born to be together. I wasn't all that unhappy with my new found freedom, as a teacher I had made many friends over the years. I was content with my own company, and loneliness was never much of a problem, at night a big black cat named Felix cuddled up to keep me warm. I know there are plenty of divorced women out there that eagerly seek a new man in their lives, but I'm not one of them. Sure I would like a bit of male company, but the thought of a new man seeing me without any clothes on was unthinkable. My once upstanding pert breasts have not defied gravity, and my waist is a little thicker than it was as a twenty year old. My once thick pubic hair is thinning, and my butt hangs a little lower than it used to. On the other hand, my legs still look good in a shortish skirt and high heels, so not all is lost. Like most women, I don't think I'm all that pretty, although my friends tell me that I am. The fact that men still look at me suggests that maybe I'm too hard on myself. With a little make up and nice clothes, I would consider myself passable at best. I'd met my ex-husband John after leaving school and starting teacher training. While I'd experimented a little with boys in the back seats of cars, John was my first and only lover. My parents were staunch Catholics, and the sins of premarital sex were ruthlessly hammered into me, but a little experimentation didn't seem too much of a transgression at the time. I lost my virginity long before I walked down the aisle, because John and I were to be wed, that made the difference. Right through our marriage, sex was a major part of our togetherness, it was something enjoyed and cherished. As well as a wonderful man, John was a fine and adventurous lover, and even through the child full years, our lovemaking wasn't much short of rampant when the opportunities arose. Neither of us ever strayed, and at the time we separated, there were no other parties involved. Post divorce, my sex life was a non-event with the exception my skilful fingers under the sheets. My orgasms can be elusive, sometimes they were achievable and sometimes not. For me there's nothing worse than being horny and getting close to orgasm but not quite getting there. I'm not one of those lucky women who can achieve orgasms during intercourse; mine arrive only by clitoral stimulation via fingers, or a skilful tongue. My ex could most times get me there, so I guess a lot of it is about the excitement of being with a lover. I've never believed in those battery powered toys, the main problem is that I'm too afraid to purchase one, although my female friends continually praised their virtues. One day I might indulge myself I often told myself, but just not today. I confess that I was once tempted to allow a fellow teacher to my bed one Friday night after drinks, Bryan is a nice man whom I had always liked and admired. But I declined his kind invitation; firstly because it might cause problems in my workplace, the other reason was that I was just plain too scared. There were many nights that I regretted not going through with it, but at least Bryan was still my friend and my reputation is intact. After my divorce and settling into my new life, I threw myself into my work and the months passed me by with surprising speed. Then vacation time arrived, and I had no option to take a well earned break, but what to do with myself was the big question. I had little option but sit at home and twiddle my thumbs. But then out of the blue, I was thrown an invitation too good to turn down. Before I go any further, I should tell you a little about my good friend Linda whom I met at the first school I ever taught at. Linda had already been teaching a few years before I arrived. She kindly took me under her wing and showed me the ropes, and over time we became very good friends. Back in those days, Linda was a tall dark haired vivacious fun loving sexual bombshell who simply lived for fun. She used men as toys to be played with and then discarded at will. My good Catholic moralistic upbringing was sorely tested by this young woman who seemed to be having much more fun than me. She laughed at my sexual inadequacies, being content with John as my only lover through life seemed absurd to her. Variety was the spice of life she often told me, there was nothing more exciting than taking a new lover between her thighs and finding just out how good he was going to be. "What about love and commitment?" was always my reply, to which she would just laugh and roll her eyes. As time moved on, I married and eventually left teaching to start a family. Linda moved away to other schools and we kind of kept in touch by mail, however, the frequency of our communications improved when email arrived on the scene. By this time, Linda had twice been married and divorced due to her confessed philandering; it would seem that monogamy just wasn't for her. She immigrated to Toronto, Canada and later set up house with a university professor called Clive. What surprised me was that fact Clive was a good looking dark skinned man, I should point out that mixed relationships was another taboo drummed into me by my parents. I don't consider myself a racist, but I never dated a dark man either, so what does that make me? Anyway, Linda extended an invitation for me over to Toronto and stay with her and Clive. At first I politely declined as I didn't want to be a stick in the mud. But Linda managed to change my mind in her usual energetic manner, and a few weeks later I found myself excitedly soaring high above the clouds in a 747. I have to admit to a little jealousy when Linda picked me up from the airport, for it would seem that she hadn't aged one bit in the many years we'd been apart. There she was, all bubbling with emotion while looking fantastically good with a beautifully made up face, and her trim figure squeezed into a very tight pair of jeans. Without wanting to appear bitchy or anything, I felt kind of frumpy next to her. But on the long drive towards home, Linda soon put me at ease with her unchanged diabolically warped sense of humour. We were soon giggling like a couple of adolescent schoolgirls, but she always had that effect on me. Linda eventually got down to sex and inquired what had gone on since my divorce; she nearly drove off the road when I informed her that there had not been another man in my bed since John left. She informed me that at our ripe old age, we had only twenty good summers left in our lives, and half of those were going to be as old women. If I was going to have fun, now was the time to do it she told me. A flippant remark, but it hit the right spot and got me thinking about my future. I quickly changed the subject and asked about Clive, which produced a cheeky smile. A good man, I was told, rich, funny, good looking and a devilish bastard in bed, which was a little more information than I expected. Linda told me Clive was the only man she had remained faithful to, which was quite something if you knew her as I did. Eventually, the discussion drifted away from sex to something more important, like clothes shopping. As many women would agree, this was quite a major topic and lasted long after we arrived at her home. Clive and Linda lived in a large corner apartment of a tall building, it was luxurious and the massive floor to ceiling windows boasted views of the city to die for. Linda showed me to my room, and after disposing of my bags gave me a guided tour of the apartment. All went well until Linda pointed to a closed door with a combination lock and advised me that it was the Sybian room. Not having heard the term before, I inquired as to exactly what the hell was a Sybian room? She gave me one of her cheeky smiles and then punched in a four digit code. The inside was set up like a small lounge, a large screen TV and a home theatre sound system. At the other end of the windowless room was a low couch that had been extended out into a double bed. On the floor near the bed sat a black leather contraption shaped like a saddle, on the top protruded a pink penis shaped object. Linda chuckled as she eased it away from the bed a little and straddled it leaving the penis pointed upwards just in front of her jeans. She then picked up a small control box and held it up to me. "This, my dear is a Sybian, and the best little toy that god invented." Linda suggested. "I've had more orgasms on this thing than all my men put together." "That's disgusting." is all I could muster. Linda laughed, "Oh boy, its disgusting alright, disgustingly good. See this little part here in front of the cock; it vibrates right on your clit. Drives me wild." "It's still disgusting." She ignored my comment, "You can adjust the speed and everything with these knobs, its fucking great. I like to sit on it while Clive controls the speed, sometimes I have to beg for my orgasm." "And you're disgusting too." I added. "Oh, really." Linda replied as she climbed off the Sybian. "And when did you last have an orgasm little miss smarty pants?" A sore point I admitted. Linda told me that this was their private sex room, their exterior bedroom walls were all glass and they liked the view of the city when in bed, and the curtains were hardly ever drawn. My guided tour continued, but a short time later, the jet lag caught up with me and I escaped to my bed. By the time I arose, Clive had arrived home and Linda made the introductions. I could see why Linda had been attracted to him; he made me swoon as he took his hand in mine. Clive was a tall man, lean but wide shouldered, his thick dark hair was peppered with grey giving him a most distinguished look. He was better than good looking, and what I would consider very handsome. His flawless skin was the colour of light caramel, and looked good against the dark well tailored suit he was wearing. As soon as he spoke, I was drawn to this charismatic man. His strange accent and perfect pronunciation was something special, but what he said also measured and interesting. He captivated me over our first meal together, and I couldn't help but think how lucky Linda was to have him all to herself, especially when he was supposed to be so good in bed. Through my life, black men have been sort of taboo, and I would never have seriously considered one as a lover. But it wasn't all about desire; just being in Clive's company was enough. As the first days passed by, Clive made me laugh, and many times made me giggle like a young child. Other times he would astound me with his matter of fact wisdom, his deep voice capturing my attention. To sum it all up, I just loved being in his company, and both he and Linda made me feel most welcome. During the day, Linda and I did womanly things, like shop, visit cafés and generally fool around, at night Clive would join us. While Linda too was supposed to be on vacation, she was called in for a teacher only day at the school. That left me to sleep in, which was a well deserved novelty. But before leaving for school that morning, Linda bounced into my bedroom and woke me up. She grinned mischievously handing over a small brown paper bag. She told me on the bag was written the code for the Sybian door, and in the bag were my own personal attachments. Amid my sleepy disinterest, Linda gave instructions on how the attachments fitted to the machine. Then after wishing me a morning of good selfish fun, she bid me goodbye. I laughed at her audacity, for at the time sleep seemed much more important. I woke and rose late morning, then showered. It was only under the steaming hot water of the shower did my thoughts turn to the Sybian room. I confess that my interest slowly mounted, and my hands gently teased my nipples and inner thighs. Linda's invitation to try out her toy was becoming difficult to resist, and when my fingers eventually slipped through my pussy lips to my clitoris, it was but a short time before I submitted. After getting out of the shower and drying myself, I donned my dressing gown and retrieved the brown paper bag from my bed. Seconds later I had punched in the door code, entered the Sybian room and took in my surroundings. My eyes quickly fell upon the Sybian which I eased away from the wall and into the middle of the room. I crouched beside the strange looking contraption and examined the smooth black saddle with my hands. There were two cords running from it, one for the mains power which was unplugged, the other connected to a control box with a switch and two knobs. I reached over and plugged the machine into the power, then inquisitively toyed with the control box. From the paper bag Linda had given me, I removed two soft pink attachments. Both were penis shaped placed in the middle of a long ridged base. The bases seemed the same, only the size of the penis differed, one around two inches long and the other about five. It didn't take long to work out that the ridge on the base was for clitoral stimulation, which was of most interest to me. By this time, my curiosity and arousal had overcome my nerves, and the smaller attachment was quickly fitted to the machine. I lifted my dressing gown as I straddled the Sybian and positioned myself over the penis; then nervously lowered myself onto it. Its short two inches penetrated me easily, but I promised myself that I would warm it up a little next time, if there was a next time. This was the first time that an object other than my fingers had been inside me since John had left, and it felt mighty strange. I moved my pussy gently up and down the protruding ridge of the base, and a little spasm flowed through me as my clitoris was stimulated for the first time. And then I reached for the controller. I wisely turned both of the knobs right down, and then moved the on/off button. I jumped as the machine came to life, and for the next few seconds experimented with the controls. One seemed to control the speed of the vibration, the other the movement of penis inside me. I minimised the penis movement for it did little for me, leaving me then to explore the vibration control. As the speed picked up, the direct contact on my clitoris was electric, the pleasure immediate and intense. I slowly wound the speed up, and it didn't take long to deduce that my clitoris was in love. By the time that I'd hit three quarter speed, I was writhing in pure ecstasy with huge flashes of pleasure rippling through me. My dressing gown was undone and thrown across the room, and I then settled down to business. There seemed to be a speed about halfway on the control that most interested me, I then placed the control on the carpet beside me and settled in for the ride. With my pussy well taken care of, I allowed my fingers to tease my nipples which are most sensitive during sex. I soon found that placing a little backwards pressure on the penis heightened my pleasure; my clitoris seemingly jammed between the external and internal devices. I could feel the juices of my arousal running down my inner thighs making the saddle a little slippery beneath me. I was astonished at the speed of which my orgasm approached, I leaned forward and placed my hands on the carpet to support me. I grinned at the sight of my breasts swinging beneath me as I gyrated upon the Sybian, and then closed my eyes as my orgasm hit me. I heard myself cry loudly as pure ecstasy rippled through my body, the intensity unlike anything I'd ever known before. I pushed back a little on the penis and cried a second time as wave after wave of pleasure racked my brain, my erratic gyrating tilting the Sybian from side to side. But the machine didn't stop like a well trained finger or tongue might, it kept attacking me, and for second after second it tortured me until I had the good sense roll forward and away from it. I lay on the floor weakened and confused as the machine continued to vibrate noisily behind me in protest that it had been abandoned. It took some time before I had regained my senses enough to switch it off, but I remained splayed out on the warm carpet in a post orgasmic slumber. I lost track of time before I returned to the real world, it could have been only seconds or minutes, who knows? Eventually I pulled myself into a sitting position and leaned back on the low bed. I gazed over at the contraption that had taken me to a place I'd never been, and had awoken me from my sexual ignorance. The black saddle was wet and shiny from my juices, the penis standing upright in victory. I opened my legs, and leaning forward unashamedly examined my pussy as best as a girl can. My lips were gaping and my clitoris red and engorged. I touched it tenderly with my finger and jumped at its sensitivity, beneath, my opening was sopping wet and burning hot. I laughed loudly, and promised to thank Linda for the use of her machine. I hooked the control box closer with my foot, and spent the next few minutes putting the machine through its places while I watched with interest from a few feet away. In the past, I've mostly lost interest in sex after orgasm, but this day my interest refrained from dwindling. I found myself fitting the other larger attachment to the Sybian, and then slowly mounting it. While the penis was bigger, its size diminished my concentration on clitoral stimulation, and after a short time I changed back to the original smaller head, and then the fun began. I found by slowing down the speed, I could manage multiple smaller orgasms, which I'd never previously experienced. At my advancing age, I never suspected that there was anymore to my sexuality, and I selfishly preyed on extracting every little orgasm I could muster. By this time my body was running with sweat, my pussy sore but still greedy, and my clitoris punished to an almost numb state. I eventually crawled away from the damned machine a broken woman, but happy in every way. After cleaning the machine and my own little toys, I showered and staggered back into my bed for well earned rest. But later in the early afternoon I returned to the Sybian, and again rode it until I could no longer. For the first time in my life, I was a woman possessed, and I knew no shame as each orgasm ripped through me. Guess what the first thing Linda asked me about when she returned home that day? Did you try it out she asked, and my big grin was all that she needed to know that I had. Over coffee, we discussed the Sybian as only good friends could. She too was surprised the pleasure it provided the first time she took it for a ride. It had been Clive's idea to buy it, at first she had been against it, but after the first ride, she forgave him. She told me how Clive liked to watch her on it, and how sometimes he would control her orgasms. But she admitted while she loved the Sybian, there was nothing better than a nice hard cock, especially Clive's. I confessed to the number of orgasms it gave me, and how I'd never experienced more than one at the hands of fingers or a tongue. Linda confessed to having both vaginal and clitoral orgasms, but the clitoral were much stronger. Our discussion on sex continued, and Linda told me about other things she'd done, group sex, and anal included. She liked threesomes with two guys, but had not yet shared a guy with another girl, although that did interest her. She told me about going to a swingers club one night many years back, and had sex with three different guys. She didn't intend to get involved, but watching others doing it excited her too much not to. My surprise at her confession was scoffed at. Linda asked me a little about how I felt, which for me was more about being alone than sex. It had been an unusual and an emotional day for me, and for some silly reason I burst into tears. Like a good friend should, Linda took me into her arms and consoled me. She then made me laugh by offering me the use of the Sybian anytime I wished. The Sybian Room Later that night over a restaurant meal, Linda embarrassed me by revealing my Sybian experience to Clive. He smiled and asked my for my opinion on it, to which I confessed my pleasure. Our quiet conversation remained sexual, about the different things we'd experienced through our lives, and as you might guess, my contribution was rather minimal. Clive freely discussed his own experiences, his first love, and his first white woman. He admitted to experimenting swinging during his failed first marriage, but to him the group thing was emotionless. According to Clive, two was a good number, but three had its advantages too. It was nice that he confessed his love for Linda, and since meeting her, his life had been fulfilled in every way. I caught Linda's look of love and admiration, and I felt a little jealousy for my own lonely predicament. That night alone in my bed, I cuddled my pillow and pretended it was my lover. Linda's comment that I had only twenty good summers left came to mind, and with it came a few tears. The next morning, Linda confessed that she liked to sleep in, and the Sybian room would be free for my perusal. During week days, Clive was at the university, and most mornings I snuck into the Sybian room for a little fun, for I'd never been this interested in sex before. As you can well imagine, I was enjoying my Canadian vacation very much. Besides the Sybian room, there was plenty of other entertainment. During the day, Linda escorted me around the local tourist sights and all the good shops. Most nights when Clive joined us, we dined at nice restaurants and drank at upmarket bars. We would return home and retire to the lounge for coffee and chat. I would often go to bed earlier than my hosts, and afterwards I suspect there was a little hanky panky in the Sybian room, but that of course was none of my business. It was on a Saturday night that things got a little more interesting. The three of us had joined Clive's work associates at a waterfront café, and after a most raucous night we returned home in a happy and inebriated state. Instead of coffee, Linda suggested a little marijuana might be nice, to which Clive agreed to. I've never been a fan of recreational drugs, nor have I ever used them. When I passed up the invitation, Linda gave me one of her 'don't be prudish' looks, and suggested that just once in my life, I should let my hair down and live a little. She also pointed out that I was amongst friends, and that a little marijuana is nice and relaxing. Against my better judgement, I agreed to join them. My surprise was that the marijuana was in the Sybian room in the TV cabinet, but the three of us were soon perched on the bed leaning against the wall. It was a nice atmosphere, the room darkened and soft music filling the air. I was nervous as I took my first draw of a joint, and on Clive's advice, allowed just a little to enter my lungs. The joint was handed around, and it wasn't long before I began to feel the effects of the drug mingle with the previously consumed alcohol. I felt relaxed and calm; and any anxiety soon disappeared. Clive was sitting between Linda and I, and it just seemed natural to lean into him. A sense of togetherness was felt by us all, and we grinned stupidly as the first joint was consumed, and another lit. I couldn't help but notice Linda becoming a little amorous with Clive, her little kisses becoming more urgent. "Would you guys like me to leave?" I asked politely. Clive lifted his arm around me and pulled in tight, "No, we'd both like you stay." "You sure?" Yes, we're very sure." Linda whispered. Clive lowered his face to mine, and I offered him my cheek, but I was surprised when his hand gently guided my face so that our lips touched. I felt his tongue probing my slightly parted lips, and without hesitation allowed my tongue to meet his. Our kiss lasted but a second or two; he then turned to Linda and repeated the act. For the next few minutes, Clive shared his kisses with both of us, and I couldn't help but notice Linda's hand casually wandering over his upper thighs and lap. I too was caught up in the moment, and while I had no idea where this going to end up, I didn't want to leave. It was Clive who suggested the next move; he hugged me tight and looked down at me with his big dark eyes. "I'd really love to watch you ride the Sybian. Would you do that for me, for us?" he asked seductively. "What, in front of you?" I stammered nervously. "Yes, but you don't have to take your clothes off. It's not your body I want to see, it's your face. I want to see the pleasure on your face, the happiness and joy I know it brings you. I love to watch Linda, and now I'd really like to watch you. Would you do that for me please?" Other times my answer would have been a definite no, but the booze and marijuana had lowered my resolve, and I was sexually aroused like never before. My mind churned with the implications, but suddenly a new thought flashed through my body. I'd never been an exhibitionist, but the thought of two people that I dearly loved watching my intimate act intrigued me. I looked over at Linda's smiling face, and she nodded her approval. Without thinking, I arose from the bed and moved the Sybian into the middle of the room. Fortunately I was wearing a long full dress, and I discreetly turned my back on my audience as I lowered my panties to the floor and stepped out of them. My brown paper bag was now stored in the room, and from it I fitted my favourite attachment to the machine. I stood above it with a leg either side, and then slowly and carefully lowered myself to the saddle. I spread my dress on the floor around me, and then slipped my wet pussy over the waiting attachments. Reaching for the control box, I hit the on switch and adjust the speed knob slowly upwards. The soft purr of the Sybian coincided with my pleasure, the vibration instantly connecting with my clitoris. I stole a look over to the bed; Clive and Linda were watching me intently with little smiles on their faces. "Just forget we're here and enjoy yourself." Clive suggested. I closed my eyes and settled back on the machine as I had many times before, the penis inside me working my pussy quite nicely as my clitoris accepted the little ridge on the base of the attachment. My first orgasm didn't come quickly, but I think it was the nerves of not being alone. But when it did, I stifled my joy and confined myself to a few deep sighs and a little wriggling on the now slippery saddle. I raised enough courage and opened my eyes, and looked straight into Clive's big eyes. He grinned, "I just love watching a woman having an orgasm, it's a mighty fine thing to watch." "That obvious eh?" I asked. Linda laughed, "Your face was a dead giveaway." I settled back on the saddle and watched Linda and Clive who had slipped into a deep embrace. The kisses were long and passionate and before long, hands began to wander, and I quickly became absorbed in their seduction. While the lighting was dimmed, I could easily see what was going on, Clive's hand up Linda's top and her reciprocating by releasing his belt buckle. Clive lifted Linda's top over her shoulders to reveal a low cut bra, this too was soon gone leaving Linda's pert breasts on display. Clive was then deprived of his shirt and my eyes fell eagerly upon his lean muscled torso, his upper chest sprinkled with dark curls. My excitement grew as Linda slid Clive's trousers down and threw them playfully towards me, and with big eyes I watched as his boxers were eased downwards. From where I sat, Clive's dark cock looked substantial in size as it swayed lazily in the air, more in fatness than length. Linda looked over at me as her face slipped downwards and placed a kiss or two on the fat head and then opened her mouth wide to accept it. Her cheeks soon bulged with its size, and her right hand gripped the shaft to hold it still as Clive rocked gently beneath her. For the next minute or so, Linda suckled on his cock while he attempted to undo her jeans with the one hand that could reach. After this was accomplished, Clive peeled her tight jeans and black panties down her thighs to her calves which were as far as he could reach. I continued to ride the Sybian, but I was now too engrossed in what Linda and Clive were doing to concentrate on my own pleasure. For a short time I was content to watch their antics, while Linda suckled upon that thick black cock, Clive was no doubt fingering her from behind. Then Linda emptied her mouth and gazed over at me. "Come and join us." she whispered. I returned her stare, but I was unsure on how to respond. Yes, I was interested and I did want to, but it was also a big ask for someone as inexperienced as myself. "Come, we both want you to." she added. "Both?" I asked. "Yes, both. Clive and I discussed it day's ago." she assured me. "We both want you. So what are you waiting for, it'll be fun." I lifted myself from the Sybian after switching it off; then approached the bed hesitantly to where Clive was looking up at me with that big smile. "Please take your clothes off." he asked. I reached behind and unzipped my dress and eased it from my shoulders, it fell to the floor and I simply stepped out of it. Clive's eyes moved straight to my pussy and stayed there as I slipped out of my bra, only then did his eyes move upwards to my breasts. I stood in great trepidation as both Linda and Clive took in my nudity. Clive then reached for my hand and pulled me slowly down to the bed close enough for a kiss. The kiss was long and most passionate, and I jumped as his hand fondled each of my breasts gently touching my nipples. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm, very nice." he muttered between kisses. His tongue was dancing with mine as his hand slipped downwards over my navel and further to my thighs. My buttocks and thighs were caressed tenderly before his hand moved towards my triangle of curls, and without thinking I opened my legs a little to accommodate his attentions. It felt strange as Clive's fingers explored my curls, for it had been some considerable time since I'd been with a lover, namely my ex-husband which was a few years back. I felt his long finger slip between my wet lips and slide slowly over my clitoris and into my opening. I sighed with pleasure as his finger slid deep inside me while his thumb found my clitoris, and within seconds I was in another world. Linda let Clive play for a short time before she took my hand and urged me downwards to the bed. In front of me stood Clive's cock looking much more substantial now that it was only inches from my face. The thick head and the top of the shaft were visibly wet and slippery from Linda's mouth. The shaft seemed solid and rock hard, and below his balls large and taut. Linda's mouth dropped over Clive's and she gave me a sly wink as her head bobbed slowly up and down, then she lifted her mouth, and with her hand pointed the head at me. I hesitated for a second or two, then reached for his shaft and guided my mouth to it. I'd forgotten how silky smooth a cock was, the velvety warm skin soon filled my mouth. I was unaccustomed to my mouth being open so far, but the largeness of the head gave me no option but to manage as best as I could. I could taste his bitter pre-cum, but my excitement overcame it, and I allowed my tongue to explore the glans beneath the head. Within a few seconds, I had a nice little rhythm going, but as Linda's face hovered close by, I let Clive's lovely big cock slide from my mouth. Linda took it in hand and began to suckle on it, and for the next few minutes we shared the grand prize. I'd always enjoyed sucking cocks; just a few before I met my husband, but marriage certainly perfected my technique. So from the positive moans of appreciation from Clive, I suspect I held my own with Linda. Clive then rolled away and I felt myself being turned onto my back. As he moved upwards, he peppered me with lots of little kisses until our lips touched and his tongue sought mine. My legs automatically opened as his hand caressed my thighs, and his fingers then slipped up to my pussy. Again, with a finger inside me and his thumb working my clitoris, Clive had me writhing on the bed, my hand eagerly sought his cock and gently squeezed and stroked it. I sensed Linda close by and broke the kiss to find her smiling down at me. "Would you like Clive to fuck you now?" she asked. "Yes." I mumbled. "If he wants to and you don't mind." She chuckled, "Oh, Clive wants to, and seeing as we're all good friends, I don't mind either. Do you want me to leave you guys alone, or shall I stay and watch?" It was an interesting question, but it only took a few seconds for me to come to the right answer. It would almost seem like cheating if Linda wasn't there, plus the thought of being watched seemed exciting too. "Please stay." I mumbled. "I'd like that." Linda answered. "I've told Clive that he's going to be only the second man to do it with you, and he's promised do you real good, haven't you Clive?" Clive gave me a little peck on the cheek, "Oh yes my little lady, I'm gonna make you real happy." By now I was shaking with excitement and anticipation of what was about to happen. I impatiently tried to slide under Clive, but he slid down the bed and knelt on the floor. His big powerful arms dragged me down the bed until my buttocks were perched on the edge and my legs back against my chest. I jumped at Clive's first kiss on my thighs, and with great patience he began to kiss his way up both thighs until he got to my pussy. I moaned loudly as his tongue stroked my pussy lips for the first time and just nicking my extremely sensitive clitoris. His tongue while warm and soft, was firm enough to penetrate my opening, and for a few seconds I was exquisitely lapped. His tongue then moved upwards, and my clitoris was given a good workout. It was lapped, tickled and suckled, and I was soon writhing on the bed. I eventually gained enough composure to raise myself to my elbows and look down at Clive's face between my thighs. Beyond the bed on the floor, I could see Linda's long legs, and I realised that she was lying beneath Clive and had a good mouthful of his cock. Clive raised his face and looked up at me, and as he lifted his body, so too rose his cock towards my pussy. So the moment of truth had finally arrived and my heart thumped wildly as Linda mounted the bed beside me. I was surprised when she reached out and took hold of Clive's cock and guided right between my pussy lips and directly to my opening. "Now you go easy with this thing." she ordered convincingly. "Yes boss." was his meek reply. I braced myself as I felt the blunt head of Clive's cock placing pressure against me, and then with a little push I was entered. My pussy was stretched wide by his girth, but his gentle penetration came with no pain, and my nervousness began to dissipate as my pleasure mounted. I was surprised at the ease in which I was entered, for Clive was far bigger than my ex-husband. Still looking down, I watched as Linda came up with a bottle of lube, and reaching between Clive and me dribbled a line of liquid onto his cock. I winced at its coolness, but the effect was immediate and Clive's thick shaft moved easier inside me. I soon felt his thighs against mine, and realised that I had accepted his full length. My pussy was stretched to capacity, but I liked it, and with low slow thrusts, Clive began to work up into a nice rhythm. "So, how's that?" Linda asked. "Absolutely fucking, fantastic." I answered. "Nice tight pussy." Clive added "Mmmmmmmmmm, are you suggesting that mine isn't?" Linda asked. Our laughter was spontaneous. Now that I had been entered, I wanted a little kissing and caressing. I urged Clive up on top of me and we wriggled up the bed into the missionary position. My legs were soon locked around his powerful body, and we kissed passionately as we pleasured each other. It was so nice, the fine intimate touching and kissing while my pussy was rigorously attacked. My arousal was immense, and I could feel my juices running from my pussy and down between my sodden buttocks. My sexuality was rekindled and I promised myself that there would be more of this, not with Clive, but someone of my own. I realised what I'd been missing, and Linda's earlier comment regarding how many good summers I had left crossed my mind. And as my mind drifted to the future for a short time, Clive continued to kiss my neck, shoulders and breasts while his cock tormented my wanting pussy. I was brought back to reality by a buzzing sound, and my eyes opened to find Linda next to us with a pink vibrator jammed firmly between her shaven pussy lips. I laughed, "What other toys have you got stashed in here?" "A few." she replied while removing the vibrator from between her thighs and squeezing it between our gyrating bodies. Clive raised his body slightly, and Linda zoomed the still buzzing vibrator straight onto my clitoris causing me to jump. "How about changing positions?" Linda suggested. "Then I can play with her too." Clive rolled onto his back and I was guided astride him facing backwards. Linda again did the honours by guiding Clive's cock to my pussy. The angle was different, and I took great care as I lowered myself onto his shaft. I then leaned back into Clive's waiting arms. My legs were now parted wide and my pussy was on full display as Linda knelt between Clive's thighs. She slipped the vibrator back onto my clitoris again causing me to jump and let Clive's cock slip noisily from my pussy. "Behave yourself." Linda ordered as she redirected Clive's cock back into my pussy. Thankfully, she turned the vibrator speed down, and for the next few minutes my pussy was tormented. Linda ran her fingers through my sparse pubic curls, "You need to shave this bum fluff off, looks much better bald." "No one to show it off to." I replied. Whose fault's that?" I thought about that as I wriggled and writhed with a full pussy and much aroused clitoris. But it was all too complicated, the vibrator was nice, but the more I wriggled under its spell, the more Clive's cock slipped from me. Linda wisely removed the toy, and I swivelled around on Clive so that I was facing him. His hands quickly found my breasts and fondled them and I leaned forward a little so he could suck them on whim. "Can you guys turn around so I can see better?" I heard Linda ask I looked behind me to where Linda was mounting the Sybian, and both Clive and I worked together managing to turn side on so that she could see. "You okay up there?" Clive asked after awhile of sensual lovemaking. "Mmmmmmm mmmmm, oh yes. You okay down there?" "It's kinda good down here too. Wanna try doggie for a change?" "Sure." I said rolling from him and positioning myself on all fours facing Linda. I sighed deeply as Clive penetrated me fully from behind and began to work me. I lowered my head to the bed and braced myself as he began to slap into me hard, his speed picking up dramatically. When it became all too much, I slid forward on the bed in blissful surrender leaving Clive's cock swinging in the air behind me. "Oh goody." cried Linda as she dismounted the Sybian and threw herself onto her back on the bed beside Clive. Linda was swiftly mounted, and with her legs high in the air, accepted Clive's thrusting without complaint. At first I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. Only inches away from where I lay, they went at it with gay abandon. From my position I could see between their writhing bodies, and for some time I watched with Linda's shaven pussy lips hugging every contour of Clive's thick dark shaft. Clive's arm suddenly snaked out and pulled me close, and he effortlessly slipped from Linda and onto me. I giggled as I reached down and guided his hardness inside me, and for a minute or so he rode me before clambering back onto Linda. This was repeated several times, and while it wasn't more than a little entertaining for Linda and I, I'm sure it did Clive's ego a great deal of good. The Sybian Room By this time I was worn out, and I quickly repositioned myself on my knees beside Clive to stop him mounting me again. But still feeling a little mischievous, I nuzzled into Clive and smothered him with little kisses and caressed him as he continued to assault Linda. Linda was now away with the fairies, and with closed eyes and her arms fully around Clive's neck, she lay back and allowed herself be ridden. After a short time, Linda began to tremble and whimper, and her movements beneath Clive a little frantic. Her feet abruptly dropped to the bed and her body lifted high against Clive, and a long cry escaped her lips. With practiced precision, Clive pinned his lover to the bed and rotated his pelvis hard into her. For the next few seconds, I watched with fascination as Linda worked her way through her orgasm, her body slippery and shiny with sweat and her face twisted in concentration. Eventually she relaxed, and a grin appeared on her pretty face as Clive rolled from between her pink sweaty thighs. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuck that was gooooood." she moaned. "That was sooooo fuuuuuukin goooooood," I looked over at Clive who was now on his back lovingly stroking his erection, he grinned and gave me a wink. Linda caught him and pointed at me accusingly, "This is all your fault and you can finish him off. I'm too knackered." I was intrigued by the challenge, for it had been some time since I made a man cum. My pussy was too sore to fuck, but I could certainly manage a combined blow and hand job. I took Clive's shaft in hand, it was slippery with our juices but without hesitation I lowered my lips over it. I ignored the taste, and began to suckle and stroke his large shaft. Linda assisted by dribbling a little flavoured lube over the head and shaft which made my job a little easier on the taste buds. I quickly settled into a nice little rhythm, and Clive's moans of appreciation greeted my ears. It became apparent that the area just beneath the head was more sensitive than the lower half of his shaft. Shortening my stroke and suckling upon the head with my tongue exploring the eye, paid rapid dividends, and I had the good fortitude to remove my mouth just at the right moment. Thick globules of cum spewed from his cock covering my hand before dribbling downwards to the base. I continued to milk him until he was spent and had settled back onto the bed, which by that time my hand was a gooey slippery mess. I wiped my hand over his chest, and with my clean hand wiped any excess cum from his cock. I lowered my mouth over his head and suckled hard causing him to whimper loudly. I ignored the bitter taste of his cum, for I wanted to demonstrate my appreciation of the pleasure he'd given me. "You can cut that out." Linda said sarcastically from close by. "Now he'll expect me to do it too." "Just most of the time." wheezed Clive. We soon settled down into our post orgasmic comas. Clive lay on his back with Linda on one side and me on the other cuddling us. "How was that?" Linda asked me. "Absolutely fantastic, I'll never forget this night. Thanks very much guys." "So, which was best, Clive or the Sybian?" Linda asked. I laughed, "Clive of course. You can't beat the real thing." "I should say so." Clive added. After awhile, we all dozed off, but the cool air soon woke me up. Not wanting to wake up the others, I headed for the bathroom for a wash before heading for bed. I'd just got comfortable when Linda entered and suggested that I should join them in their bed. I never returned to my bed after that night. For the remaining six days of my holiday, I shared their bed where our erotic romps continued. Their bedroom curtains were never pulled, and there was something erotic about making love with the spectacular view around us. I was made love to countless times, sometimes in the morning, sometimes at night, and sometimes both. Linda took me down her health clinic and together we had our pussies waxed smooth and bald. That night, Clive was greeted by two nude women spreadeagled shamelessly on the bed. The look on his face was priceless, and he wasted no time in settling down to bed and sampling the goodies with his tongue. I guess you can guess what happened next. I was amazed at the casualness of our relationship, but also of the emotions as well. Linda often initiated our romps, and then sat back and watched Clive and I for awhile before joining in. I myself never made any attempts to start things, not that I had a chance with Linda around. While I was always a willing participant, I didn't want to make myself unwelcome. And while I enjoyed every minute of our romps, I also visited the Sybian room for a little selfish sex. But all good things must come to an end, and on the day I was to fly home was a sad one for us all. Clive had to work that day and couldn't see me off at the airport. To make up for it, he made tender love to me one last time. I confess to tears as I later hugged goodbye before he left for work. Later that morning on the way to the airport, Linda brought up the sex thing. Both she and Clive had enjoyed the fun we had, but it was fortunate that I was leaving because of the attachment that was forming between the three of us. She laughed when I apologised and told me that I was being silly, for it was the most erotic time her and Clive had experienced. But problems would have come later when the emotional attachments were too strong to break. I hadn't considered the future, but I could see that she was right, and it would've ended in tears and heartbreak all round. The fact that I was leaving when I did meant that we would all remain friends forever. I confessed to the finest sex I'd ever encountered and told Linda that Clive was the best man in the whole wide world, she agreed. I told her that I was determined to have a man back in my life, for sex is a wonderful thing. At the airport, we hugged amongst our tears and said our goodbyes, and then I headed through the departure gates and back to reality. As you can imagine, my homecoming brought me down to earth with a thump. Gone was the close and exciting friendship with Clive and Linda, and I had no option but to return to the drudgery of my previous existence. But the flight home gave me time to think, and a few days after my jet lag had been overcome I set about making a few improvements in my life. The first thing I did was to join a gym, the second was to modernise my appearance. I spent a substantial amount of money on getting a new hair cut with fashionable highlights. I priced a Sybian on the net, but the cost was way out of my price range. Instead, I ventured out to the far most adult shop in town with hope of not being recognised, and made a few purchases, two vibrators and a nice eight inch black dildo to be precise. Over the next few months, I tortured my aging body at the gym five days a week. With the curbing of my eating habits, my body shape began to change and my clothes had that loose fit, a pleasing feeling for those of us in the know. At night, my cat Felix got use to the new buzzing sound that filled the bedroom. While the new toys were no match for Clive's proven skills, they were surely better than nothing. With a photo of Clive and Linda beside my bed, I pretended that I was still in bed with them, and my subsequent orgasms were fast and frequent. I still had plenty of friends to socialise with, what I really needed was a man in my life. I wanted a man to love and cherish and one that wanted to treat me like a queen, and to be perfectly honest I would settle for a lot less than that. But as the months passed me by, my prince charming continued to elude me. It was in January that my eldest daughter Jenny announced her engagement to her long time boyfriend. Like any parent, I was overjoyed at the prospect of my lovely girl becoming a wife, and hopefully a mother in the not too distant future. She was now living in a city a good four hour drive away which was where the engagement celebration was to take place. I had brought up my daughter well, and I was somewhat relieved to be told that my ex-husband John was coming alone. The last thing I wanted was to be compared to some new bimbo. My ex wasn't a bad looking man, and his pulling power of the opposite sex wasn't to be underestimated, even at his age. While admitting to being nervous in meeting him again, all I could do was be brave and put my best foot forward. Most divorced parents would own up to a reasonable amount of hostility between both parties, but luckily John and I had parted on good terms. John was already at the hotel when I arrived, and he had no hesitation of greeting me at my car with a little hug and a kiss, and I had no objection at all. We chatted for awhile while I booked in and unpacked. Later at the party, we were again drawn together as we socialised, mainly because we were the only oldies present. The loud music drove us eventually to the rear of the hall where we talked of old times and new times. We no doubt enjoyed each others company and neither seemed to want to end the interaction. We were occasionally dragged up to dance, and as the alcohol took its toll, our inhibitions seemed to slip away. It was well after midnight when John made a most indecent proposal, and without a moments hesitation I accepted his brazen invitation. We sat holding hands in the taxi as it ferried us back to the hotel, and minutes later I stood beside his bed. In the dimmed light I allowed john to undress me and fondle my body, I assisted him as he dropped his own clothes to the floor. For many minutes we stood and kissed as our hands explored those special places, and then I slipped slowly to the bed. With my legs spread wide, I accepted him and guided his erection to my opening. I wept with emotion as he entered me, and held him tight as he rode me slowly. We made love passionately, and the emotion of our coupling was obvious to both of us. John then slid down the bed and lowered his face between my thighs, and with his skilful tongue and fingers led me to an orgasm as he'd done many times before. We later changed positions before returning to the missionary position for the grand finale. I hugged him tightly and we kissed passionately as his cum filled my pussy, and I continued to hold him as his cum ran freely from my pussy and onto the sheet below. We later lay arm in arm, and he told me how much he missed me, which made me feel rather special. The next morning I donned John's shirt while I made coffees, I knew that my pussy was only just hidden, and I flaunted my movements to give him a little peak. He remarked on my hairless pussy, and I just grinned mischievously in reply. By the time I got to bed, there was a nice erection waiting for me. And in the light of a new day, we made long passionate love. We never moved from that bed until it was check out time, and after doing a little socialising with our daughter, we headed for our respective homes in separate cars. John and I saw a lot of each other over the next few weeks, and most times we ended up in bed. We talked a lot, and both agreed that we were stupid not to have tried to sort things out before the divorce. We both confessed to sexual liaisons since, but agreed that no good would come of divulging details. I had no doubt that John would frown upon my relationship with Clive and Linda, and it would no doubt be difficult to convince him how special it was. Some things are best left alone, and this was one of them. I in turn wanted no details of John's relationships, for jealousy can be a terrible thing. As the weeks passed us by, John stayed over more frequently, and eventually we did the sensible thing of moving in together. His companionship made my life more enjoyable, for I loved having someone to share my life with again. He too must have been happy, for one night he got down on his bended knees and proposed marriage to me for the second time. And through many tears, I told him that I loved him dearly. It was a small wedding, with just family and a few friends. Our daughters were as happy as we were that we were back together, which was kind of nice to know. I extended an invitation to my good friends in Canada, but they were unable to attend, which I suppose was fortunate in a way. I think Linda was a little surprised at me getting back with John, but I know she would wish me all the happiness in the world We sold both of our houses and brought a new town house, which left us money over to play with. John got a new set of golf clubs, and I got a Sybian after a little bit of skulduggery. I had to warm him to the idea, and suggested that one of my friends had one. Men are such basic creatures, and John soon took great delight in playing with the Sybian control box as it took me towards my frequent orgasms. I guess it's better than him playing with the TV remote if you get my drift. I'll never forget my holiday with Clive and Linda, for it changed my life in a way I never thought possible. Without them, I could've gone through life thinking that sex wasn't important. The passion and excitement of joining a loving couple in a threesome is an amazing thing and certainly to be recommended, although I'm not sure I could reciprocate if the roles were reversed. The fact that Linda willingly shared her man was a sign of true friendship. I guess that Linda recognised my sexual inadequacies, and wanted me to broaden my horizons. And as for Clive, well he was a superb lover and a wonderful man. Their photo now sits in the lounge, and my eyes often drift towards it. In my new blissful wedded happiness, never once have I regretted what happened on my holiday with Linda and Clive, and nor should I.