by Carmen Faye
This is why she never rubs her clitoris when she acts like she is masturbating for him. Her climaxes are already so out of control, rubbing her clit only served to end her performance too quickly. And once she loses her eye contact and begins to climax it never stops until he does. And without restrain, Neil is pushed hard by his lust. The orgasms cascade across her, as he pounds her like storm waves on a shore line.
There's no performance now. No control over her hands, her hips or her legs. Her body is his thrall.
When they first began having sex with Neil, she believed that she was taken to such heightened levels of ravishment because of his cock and his skills. Which was true to some extent. Neil was an amazing lover, his rhythms always matched her body's needs.
Then she believed that these amazing orgasms were caused by being in love. She had never been in love with anyone except Sydney after all. And again, to an extent this was true. She was flushed with emotions she never endured during sex before, and felt for the first time a real bond between her and Neil and Sydney during their lovemaking.
Now she realized that the most potent difference between sex with other men and sex with Neil — and it is growing with Sydney as well — is that she would never have allowed herself to be this out-of-control with a man, especially during sex. She may have been submissive and open when they were necking, or rubbing bodies at the club, but once the fucking began, she kept her control, and insured that he knew her boundaries.
From the first, she gave herself to Neil and let him cross any boundary the pleased. This potent offering resulted in orgasms which she felt might actually smoother her from being unable to breath.
Her abs were crunching now, and her breathing came in pants. She tried several times to lock eyes with him again, but the torrent and agonies wracked her without mercy. locked her eyes with him knowing that he could see the torrent of agonies rushing through her pulled her away time and time again. She wanted to beg him to come, but she no longer had language. She could only make sounds, and grunts, and only inside explosive pants.
When he climaxed in her, the overwhelming feeling of pure joy fired up her nervous-system as if it was strung with Christmas lights. -- then they explode.
In the past the man's climax was, first of all, not important to her. It also marked the end of the sex. It signaled the time she needed to leave so that he didn't get mushy on her, or want her phone number or any other childish crap. She endeavored to have at least her G-string and bra on, with her shoes, before her cock-for-the-night was finished with his short after-glow — or whatever it was men felt after coming.
"That was great baby," she would say, as she slipped back on her dress. "I got to go though. Sydney is waiting for me."
Neil's climaxes were like fulfilled dreams. She basked in them, and clutched with every ounce of energy. If he climaxed in her mouth, she swallowed and sucked and purred, and sometimes she even climaxed. She wanted to feel his strength and power fill her. She loved the tantalizing emotions that came when through her hands and legs, she felt his body lose its tension. The lover, who when they first started, scarred her into small adrenaline rushes with his aura, and presence, was now enraptured and subdued by her.
It was the best part of the sex for her. She always climaxed with him. Always. So, one-on-one, sex as a trio, a quickie with her pressed up against the wall in the hall, her pants torn down her legs, and her hair pulled back by his large and powerful fist — whatever — his climax was absolutely sublime.
His arms bent and he laid down on her, and she wrapped her arms around him, and rubbed his legs with hers. She cooed and kissed his neck, ran her fingers through his heart. His full weight was on her, and she loved the feeling of him.
She looked to her right, and sees that Sydney has been watching. Her hand is between her thighs, her fingers rubbing her clit, her breasts are flushing with her rising climax. "Oh Shayla," she whimpers, "you are so fucking beautiful!" Then Sydney climaxes, and she reaches for her, taking her free hand and holds her as her body convulses and rushes with agonizing pleasure.
Once Sydney has relaxed into after-glow, Shayla urged her to join them, "Come here baby," Shayla soothed. "Kiss me baby.."
Sydney slides across to them quickly, and pressed her whole body against them, kissing Shayla deeply, exploring her tongue, rubbing her breasts against her. "I love you Shayla. God I love you. You're so sexy with Neil. You are so amazing."
Neil turns his head and looks at Sydney, "Hey Syd."
"Good morning Neil," Sydney smiled. "Love you too."
"I love you as well," he assured her with a laugh. Then he lifted off Shayla, and headed for the bathroom. A few moments later, they heard the shower turn on. Sydney looked from the sound of the shower, to Shayla, and back to the shower, then bit her lip.
"Can't decide which desire to indulge baby?" Shayla asked in a sweet voice..
"Am I that transparent?" Sydney laughed, with an amusing blush.
"Come here baby. I've got lovin' for you," she offered.
Sydney's eyes looked up and down her recently ravished body, "God Shayla. I wish you could see what I see when I look at you."
She turned onto her side, and posed for her, gave her breast a rub with her free hand. "You like looking at me Syd?"
"Yes," Sydney said, nodding her head. "I love looking at you. If you would let me, I would have nude pictures of you for my laptop wallpaper, and black-and-white photos of you all over our apartment."
She laughs, "I'm not that sexy."
"Shayla, to me, you're angelic, and devilishly alluring. Whatever flaw you believe you have, doesn't exist in any universe."
"You are becoming quite the romantic Syd," Shayla said, and kissed her deeply. "Do you remember Jeff Collar?"
Sydney looked to the ceiling for a moment, "Um, yeah. That guy with the boat down in Coconut Grove, right?"
"Yeah, him. He does high-art nude photography. Let's go see him today — find out what it would cost to get some shots with both of us.. Shots that will be art, but make Neil's cock hard when he looks at them," she offered in a sexy come-hither voice.
"You mean it?" Sydney asked, her eyes full of strong emotions that Shayla can't define. Lust is there, and strong desire, and arousal, but there is something else, something primitive.
"Yes," she said, with a low growl, "now, come here and fuck me lover. Fuck me like you own me, because you do."
Sydney smiled shyly at first to this submissive offering, by Shayla, who Sydney thinks of as the serious one, the strong one. But her smile grows in strength as she comes closer, and her desire bends her belief system into acceptance of Shayla's servitude.
Sydney pushed her back, kissing her, and rubbing her breasts, enticing yelping moans from her throat when she pulls her nipple.
"Yes, Sydney. Take me lover. Make me your bitch."
Sydney begins with her breasts. Sydney's quite the tit-girl, which is the reason she rarely wears a bra in the house, especially if she knows she's not going out for anything. It just gets in the way and Sydney takes it off of her the first chance she gets. If Neil is going to be around most of the day, he will take it off her as well, so really, what's the point of putting one on?
Sydney suckles her, and rubs her sides and shoulders, and her hips against her. She soothed her hands through Sydney's hair, loving the fine softness. Sydney has brought her to orgasm several times sucking her breasts. It was a bit of a surprise the first time.
After worshiping her breasts bring Shayla's arousal level up again, Sydney moves down her body, between her thighs, and begins to suck and lick at her pussy. Sydney is good at this now. She's far better than Neil, though she doesn't tell either of them this, but she loved Sydney's enthralling tongue and lips.
Her hands go to her aching breasts, still longing for Sydney's attentions, wanting her to return. Her pussy is so fucking excited now, her moans are compulsory, and spontaneous. Her connection to Sydney has been growing stronger, and her walls of control a
re dwindling. She wants to give herself to Sydney as fully as she gives herself to Neil, but there are still hang-ups and derisions which plague her.
It's stupid. She knows it's stupid. She's practically done everything a woman can do with Sydney. Sydney even used two vibrators on her once, while she licked her clit to eruption. The full body climax from the anal was paralyzing. Another first; anal climax. Shayla remembered sounding like an animal, not human at all. But still, she holds on to her childish and irrational statement that she is not a lesbian.
How fucking deluded can you be? What difference does it make at this point? She's in love with a lesbian. She shares a man with a lesbian. She has lesbian sex. She makes out with her. She rubs her back, she holds her hand, she is randomly kissed, rubbed, and fondled in lesbian ways. So, what the fuck difference does it make?
The closest she has come to giving herself completely to Sydney, was in the hall one day. She came out of the shower in her short blue satin robe, brushing her hair, the robe still open. She was headed for the kitchen to get some coffee, when Sydney started down the hall.
Sydney pressed her against the wall with such dominant desire, she reflexively dropped into submission. Sydney pushed her back, and then got on her knees and ate her. There was no other word for it. She ravaged her pussy with her mouth, and then her fingers, and brought her to a screaming orgasm that weakened her legs. She wilted down the wall to her knees.
Then Sydney pulled off the boxers she was wearing and said, "Eat me bitch," while pulling her by the hair, into her pussy.
She ate her. She writhed and licked and fucked Sydney with her fingers. She ran her free hand up and down her thigh and looked up at her with pure submissive eyes, willing to please her. She nearly came with Sydney orgasmed. It was close to the way she felt when Neil climaxes with her.
Sydney walked away after putting back on her boxers. She wound up remaining on her knees, emotions warring and buzzing through her bloodstream. After nearly ten minutes of confliction and confusion, she decided that her love for Sydney won the day, and accepted the fact that she enjoyed being Sydney's bitch during that experience. Any thoughts or emotions that began with Sydney just used her like a fuck doll, or even hinted that Sydney didn't respect her, were knixed with brutal efficiency. Sydney loved her, and she loved Sydney, and she absolutely got off on that experience.
"Sydney?" she moaned.
"Yes?"
"Fuck me," she told her, "Make me your bitch. Take me like you fucking own me Sydney."
Sydney's eyes roared with fire. She came out from between her legs and crawled up her body, and then put her pussy into her face, and grabbed her by the hair, "Then fucking eat me bitch!" Sydney growled.
She ate and licked and sucked, and grabbed Syd's round ass with her hands, massaging her muscles as she sucked on Sydney's clit.
Sydney started fucking her face, pulling her hair harder, forcing her into her pussy. She struggled to lick and suck Syd's clitoris, which was harder and larger than she remembered it ever being.
When Sydney climaxed she fucked her face with abandon. "Oh god, fucking eat me!"
Panting Sydney moved off of her face, and looked her in the eye, "Tell me you're my bitch."
"I'm your bitch Sydney," she breathed, letting the words breathe out of her with a tremble.
"Tell me to fuck you."
"Fuck your bitch Sydney. Fuck me, please."
Sydney got between her thighs with her own hips and began to grind and fuck her clitoris into hers. The feeling of this always shocked her. She's been fucked like this by Sydney numerous times. Sometimes three or four times in a single session, but the total rapture always arched her body and forced her to outcry from down deep in her throat.
"Fuck me Syd! Fuck your bitch! I'm your bitch baby! Fuck me!" she begged while clawing at Syd's shoulders and back.
She locked eyes with Sydney and willed herself to submit to Sydney completely; feeding off Syd's dominating energy to power her own submissive response. She whimpered for her, like she whimpered for Neil. She arched her neck, offering her throat, like she offered her throat to Neil.
"You're so good Syd. God! Oh God! I love being your bitch!" she cried out. "Come for me! Come for your Bitch! Use me! Fucking use me!" she screamed as she grabbed her breasts and ran her fingers through her hair. "Come on my pussy Syd! Fucking come on me!"
Sydney's body twisted and scrunched, her rhythm faltered. She grabbed Syd's ass and started fucking her hard, "Yes! Come for your Bitch! Fuck me!"
Sydney screamed and convulsed with madness and fire in her eyes.
"Yes!" she told Syd, with an orgasm rising through her body, "I love being your bitch! Make me your fucking whore!"
Sydney lost it, and her outcry filled the room with the agony of her passion.
Shayla felt her climax, felt it down in her soul, and climaxed with her, experiencing that same wondrous feeling that she was always filled with when Neil climaxed with her. "Oh god yes!" she howled through clenched teeth.
Sydney collapsed on her like Neil did only a short time ago. Her whole weight was on her, and she loved the feeling. Sydney felt totally spent.
She looked to her right and there was Neil, standing in the doorway of the bathroom, his cock hard and quivering.
"Come here Neil, and fuck her," she told him. "Fuck her hard for me."
Neil didn't need any further urging. He got on the bed behind Sydney and pulled her up by the ass. Then his entered her over-excited, and lubricated pussy.
"Oh fucking god Neil! Oh no! Fuck!" Sydney cried.
"Fuck her Neil. Fuck her for making me her whore. Make her squeal like she made me squeal. Fuck her hard Neil!"
"Oh fuck Shayla! Fuck! He's so fucking hard! Oh god!"
"You made him hard! You fucked your bitch and made him hard."
"Shayla! Shayla! Fuck! He's making me come!"
"Come for me! Let you bitch see you come!"
"Fucking mercy!" Sydney screamed and then she was clawing at the bed on each side of her, and bucking in Neil's hands as he gripped her hips and pounded into her.
She met Neil's eyes, "Come in my mouth Neil! I want to taste you. Fucking come in my mouth!"
Neil's eyes rolled and then he was climaxing. He moved toward her, his hand clenched hard around his cock. She sat up and got him into her mouth and sucked and pumped him with her hand as hard as she could. His climax was mind-blowing. The rush of his fulfillment brought her to orgasm like she was rung by a silver hammer. Sydney was panting and gasping on the bed beside her. Neil had his hands gripped into her hair, forcing her down against her hand, gagging her as she swallowed and swallowed. The whole scene was so erotic she swooned and swore she would be submissive to both of them as long as she lived.
Chapter 14
The week of Neil's ring giving, she and Sydney hired a lawyer to get their last names legally changed to Jackson. Their lawyer, Margaret House, a rather good looking middle aged woman, looked at their engagement rings, and assumed they were lesbians who found their life partner. For the first time, Shayla didn't feel an overwhelming urge to correct that notion. Under the cover of the lawyer's desk, she reached over and took Sydney's hand and gave her a brief, but meaningful squeeze.
Apparently, changing your last name wasn't that big of a deal. Then Margaret was honest enough to tell them they didn't need her for this, they could do it themselves.
"If we mess something up, though," Shayla asked, "that would extend the time of completion, right?"
"Yes, it would. But it's easy," Margaret reasserted.
She looked at Sydney who shrugged. So she said, "I think we want you to guide us through this. We don't want any delays, especially for this. It's important."
Margaret nodded, "I understand, and would be happy to help you."
From there they got fingerprinted by the police. Then brought back their cards to Margaret who told them the FBI check would take two weeks, and she would call as soon as it was done to set up the first
court date available.
Four weeks later, the day after she was finally able to give herself completely to Sydney, they were Ms. & Ms. Jackson. She kissed Sydney right there in front of Margaret, who gave them both a warm smile.
"I would be happy to help with anything else the two of you need. I've been with my life-partner now for twelve years. I wish you both the best."
They gave her hugs and kissed her cheeks.
Then they went home to their husband, with wedding bands.
Neil had given them both identical, gorgeous, engagement solitaries. Sydney had the idea that they should purchase two wedding bands each. One to give to each other, and one for Neil, which they would then have tacked together.
