by Selena Kitt
“Now what?” Ashley’s dark eyes said exactly what she wanted to do now, and Tasha wanted it, too—but it would be hours before they could be alone together.
“Now we see if anyone needs our help.” Tasha turned her attention to the room again, picking up Ashley’s robe and sliding it back over her shoulders. Ashley cinched the tie at the waist, still looking flushed, as Tasha went to help Nicki and Tom with the “Red Devil,” named for its red metal base. Next to the Motorbunny, it was one of Tasha’s personal favorites.
“Have you done anal before?” Tasha knelt down beside Nicki, who was on her hands and knees, Tom behind her, trying to line up the two dildos attached to the machine. Nicki nodded, tucking her short, blonde hair behind her ears and biting her lip, gasping as Tom flipped the switch, pressing both of the shafts forward against Nicki’s flesh.
“Whoa there, big guy.” Tasha quickly turned it off again, winking at Tom. “Best way to do this one is to have her ease back on it first, before you flip the switch…” Tasha’s hands moved over the red silk of Nicki’s robe, grasping the woman’s slim hips and encouraging her to press backward. “Hand me that tube of KY, Tom.”
Tasha noticed, when he bent to grab a tube of gel, that his other hand was occupied—grasping the stiff length of his own cock under his robe. She squirted more lubrication onto the thinner dildo at the top of the machine and pushed Nicki’s robe up higher so she could squeeze the gel down the already slick crack of her ass.
“Cold!” Nicki gasped, pressing her cheek to the pillow beneath her. She was propped up nicely with the wedges, her knees open, her hips tilted at the perfect angle.
“Come on back, sweetie.” Tasha dropped the KY tube to the floor and found Nicki’s hips again with her hands, using her thumbs to spread the cheeks of the woman’s ass wider. Nicki groaned softly as the head of each shaft probed her flesh
The larger dildo on the bottom split the naturally blonde curly hairs of her pussy lips, sliding easily through the wet passage. The dildo pressing against her asshole, though, met with more resistance and Nicki closed her eyes, her face twisting as she trembling further and further back.
“That’s it,” Tasha urged, her eyes meeting Tom’s over his wife’s exposed behind. He licked his lips and swore softly when he looked down at where the two cocks impaled both of Nicki’s holes. She was halfway down each of them, now, and the sight of her was clearly exciting to her husband, whose cock was leaking a long, shining strand of pre-cum from the tip.
“Now you can turn it on, Tom.” Tasha nodded at the machine. “Sloooowww…”
He abandoned his hold on his cock to turn the dial on both of the controls up just one notch. The machine hummed to life, slowly pistoning the dildos in and out of Nicki’s pussy and ass. She moaned, her eyes fluttering closed as the machine continued its motion. Tom turned it up another notch, his eyes bright as he watched his wife get fucked.
“You like that, baby?” His hand moved over her behind, spreading the crack with his thumb and finger as the thinner dildo worked its way deeper into her asshole.
“Yes!” She gasped and moaned, tugging at her robe as he turned it up again, yanking at the material, trying to get it off. Tasha helped her slip it off her arms and shoulders, leaving her naked and exposed, her breasts swaying beneath her as Nicki began to fuck back toward the machine.
“Hand me that toy.” Tasha pointed toward a finger-vibe resting next to the machine. Tom handed it over and Tasha turned it on with a smile. “Which hand do you masturbate with, Nicki?” The woman’s eyes barely opened, and she held out her right hand, making low noises in her throat as the machine continued to fuck her. Tasha slipped the finger-vibe over her right index finger and guided Nicki’s hand between her legs.
“Ohhhhhh my God!” Nicki bucked as she started to rub her clit with the vibrator. Tom groaned as he watched her, stroking his cock faster under his robe. His wife was completely lost in the sensation, moaning and rocking back against the machine. She complied, though, when he knelt in front of her, lifting her head so he could ease his cock between her lips.
“Oh fuck, baby!” He groaned when she began to suck him greedily, the motion of the machine rocking her mouth onto his cock. “That’s so good!”
Tasha smiled, standing to survey the scene in the room. The sounds of sex were everywhere. Kim, the young mother who had spilled all of the detail of the Motorbunny Club to the neighbors, was riding a Motorbunny while her husband stood beside her, stroking his cock against her tongue.
She was a skilled rider—had built up to long, twenty-minute sessions in the time she’d been coming to The Club—and her large, full breasts swayed as she rocked on top of the machine, thick, white drops of breast milk flooding down her belly. Her husband, Paul, was feeding his cock down her throat, every now and then dipping down to rub the head against her fat, wet breasts and then putting it back into her mouth again. Tasha noticed Tom watching them, too, his eyes following the milky rivers down her flesh as he pumped his cock deeper into his wife’s mouth. She smiled and wondered how long it would take for them all to decide to start switching partners.
That’s when she noticed that some partner-swapping had already occurred across the way. It was no surprise that tall, lithe Regina had restrained redheaded Emily to their one and only bondage fucking machine—the aptly named “Bitch Tamer.” Emily was down on her knees, her neck in a doggy style stockade, her wrists restrained to the metal bars of the machine on the floor. The dildo pounded her from behind as Regina stood back and watched.
“Suck that monster cock, you little bitch!” Regina snapped, her hand coming down on Emily’s behind, leaving a red handprint. Emily gasped and went to work between the man’s legs. Tasha recognized him as young Holly’s husband, the one she had made the videotape for. Now lucky Rick was getting his cock sucked by a bound lesbian while watching his young wife ride the Motorbunny beside her. Tasha noticed Rick’s eyes were on his wife, her long, almost-white blonde hair covering her face and breasts and she rocked and rolled her hips on top of the Motorbunny.
“I’ll make you suck every cock in this room if I see you looking at another pretty shaved cunt again!” Regina’s hand came down on Emily’s red behind again, making her gag on Rick’s shaft.
“Yes Mistress!” Emily managed to choke out. He groaned, the tattoos on his forearms flexing as he thrust deeper up into her throat.
So that’s it—cock sucking as punishment. Who would have thought? Tasha watched as Regina’s fingers probed into her own blonde fuzz, her fingers pressing deep as she watched the scene before her. Emily must have been watching Holly and Rick, Tasha surmised. And most likely, the redheaded lesbian’s focus had been on Holly’s completely shaved little pussy. Not that I blame her. Tasha watched Holly rub her smooth, swollen lips back and forth, the Motorbunny’s instrument splitting their slickness as she rocked. But clearly Regina had thought the admiration deserved some sort of punishment. Never would have thought to make her suck cock though, Tasha mused, watching as Rick groaned and leaned back, giving into the blowjob completely. Leave it to Regina…
“Tasha!” The hiss of Ashley’s voice pulled her away from the scene and she looked to where her neighbors were trying out the “Robocock”—one of their more basic fucking machines. Chloe was on her hands and knees, her long, dark hair, so black it was almost blue, hung in her face as the machine worked smoothly in and out of her pussy. Ray was standing behind, cock in hand, but he seemed more interested in Ashley than watching his wife get fucked.
“Ray here had a question about the machines.” Ashley backed away from him and edged around Tasha as she came near.
“Yes?” Tasha was careful to be polite but a little distant.
“I was just wondering if you had one that could....” Ray glanced over at Ashley, his eyes glinting behind the round frames of his glasses. “Do two cunts at once?”
“Ohhhh God!” Chloe arched her back, her dark hair swinging up over her shoulder, her face scr
ewing up as she came. She was quite a pretty woman, Tasha noticed, her body like a dancer’s, long and lean and small breasted.
“I don’t have one,” Tasha replied as Chloe pulled away from the machine, the pumping dildo still wet from her orgasm. She collapsed, gasping, onto the floor, her eyes glazed, her chest heaving. “But I’m sure they make one.”
“Oh my God!” Chloe sat up on her elbows, still panting. “I want one of these!”
“Well, maybe Tasha will let us come over and test the equipment.” Ray cleared his throat and grinned, nudging Tasha with his elbow. “Us being neighbors and all.”
“You can join The Club.” Tasha raised her eyebrows at him, glancing at Ashley and rolling her eyes. “Just like everyone else.”
Chloe climbed back onto the Motorbunny next to them, the one she had vacated to try the Robocock. She had taken off the g-spot attachment, and just had the clitoral stimulator attached. They watched her turn up the controls, moaning as she rocked on top of the machine, her thighs flexing with her movements.
“I wonder what Mrs. Ryan across the street would think about this whole operation you’ve got going.” Ray took off his glasses and used the tail end of the tie to rub them, giving Tasha a long look. Mrs. Ryan ran a bible camp at her home in the summer where she indoctrinated children for what she called “The Army for God.”
Tasha opened her mouth to respond, but Paul’s voice calling her name distracted her. “Can you help us with this one, Tasha?” He and Kim were at the “Red Devil” now, while Nicki and Tom had moved on to the Motorbunny in the middle of the room.
“Excuse me.” Tasha refused to meet Ray’s eyes again, but she felt them on her as she moved to the other side of the room.
“She’s never tried anal before.” Paul glanced up at Tasha as she approached the couple—Kim on her hands and knees, the double dildos aimed and poised.
Tasha knelt beside Kim, frowning. “Are you sure you want to do it this way for your first time?” She studied the angle of the machine, the tenseness of the woman’s muscles. “Sometimes real flesh can be a little more forgiving than a dildo…”
“No, I want to.” Kim turned her face to look at Tasha, her eyes half closed. “Nicki made this one look soooo good…”
“Okay…” The couple had changed the dildos (Tasha had them color coded for each subsequent use) per her sterilization requirements. Tasha grabbed a bottle of KY and squirted it down the crack of Kim’s bottom. It slid over the smaller dildo pressed against her asshole and dripped down to the one sliding into her pussy. “Paul, rub that in.” Tasha was careful not to touch her, but Paul’s fingers worked the lubrication around his wife’s perineum, making her moan. She gasped when his fingers probed around the slim dildo pressing into her ass.
“You have to go slow and easy…” Tasha instructed, her hands on Kim’s hips. “Take it at your own pace.”
Kim’s flushed face rested on her crossed arms as she wiggled back, arching. The larger dildo slid easily between the trimmed, brown hair of her pussy, but the smaller one didn’t seem to want to pass the virgin hole of her ass. Tasha saw how tense her body was—the tremble and quiver in her thighs and belly. Her face was twisted, as if she were in great pain.
“Relax,” Tasha murmured, stroking the woman’s hair, touching her cheek. “Open your mouth…”
“My mouth?” Kim blinked at her, frowning.
“All our orifices are connected.” Tasha smiled, licking her own lips. “Open your mouth and make a low noise… so low you can feel it in your belly.”
Kim closed her eyes, flushing, clearly embarrassed, but she did what she was told. Her mouth opened in a little “o” and she made a soft sound, a little moan.
“No, honey.” Tasha shook her head, pressing her hand against the woman’s lower belly, resting right above her c-section scar. “I want the sound to come from here… wayyyy down here. Come on…”
Kim moaned again, lower this time, her body trembling still as she pressed back—but the quiver was less, and Tasha smiled as she saw the dildo slip half an inch into her little asshole. Paul saw it, too, his eyes widening in surprise.
“Do it again,” Tasha murmured, stroking the smooth roundness of Kim’s behind. “Lower… louder…”
“Ohhhhhh goddddd!” Kim groaned, low and long, easing back towards the machine. The KY pooled around the dildo’s shaft as it slipped past the taut ring of Kim’s asshole. She panted and gasped, her eyes fluttering open just for a moment, her face scrunched somewhere between pleasure and pain.
“Easy, easy.” Tasha’s hand pressed the woman’s lower back, watching her muscles tense and release, quivering with sensation. “Relax, Kimmie, it’s okay…”
Paul’s eyes widened as Tasha leaned over to turn on the machine. He looked concerned, but Kim nodded when Tasha asked if she was okay, giving her the go-ahead. A low hum began as the pistons pumped each dildo in a slow, shallow rhythm.
“Oh. My. God.” Kim’s fingers had already found her clit, rubbing faster as the machine picked up speed. Tasha followed her, turning the dials higher as Kim stroked her clit, both of them moving in sync, riding upwards in a furious rhythm. “Yes, ohhh yes! Faster! Harder!”
Glancing down at the controls, Tasha saw she could only bump it up one last notch, and so she did, hearing Kim squeal in response. The woman reached back blindly for her husband. Paul watched, wide-eyed, his erection tenting his robe, and was slow to respond to her plea. “Fuck! Paul! Come here!”
He moved in, kneeling beside her, glancing over the glistening small of her back at Tasha on Kim’s other side. He’d clearly never seen his wife in such a state, and the look on his face was caught between shock and excitement.
“Ohhhh God, that feels so good in my ass!” Kim moaned, reaching over to grasp her husband’s cock. His eyes widened in surprise and he gasped as she tugged on it, twisting with her hand. “Come on, baby, I want that cock in my mouth!”
He groaned, unable to resist her insistent pull. Tasha watched as Kim devoured his cock, moaning around the shaft as she took all of him in. He wasn’t as big as Max, or even Holly’s Rick, but he wasn’t small either, and still she managed to take him all the way down to the base.
“God damn!” His hand grasped her hair, pulled back into a ponytail, like a handle, working himself into her mouth.
“Paul,” she gasped, her eyes meeting his as she looked up at him. “Lick me… God, please! Lick my pussy!”
He didn’t need to be asked twice. Tasha watched him maneuver himself underneath her, pulling the pillow wedge out and replacing it with his own body. The machine was at a good angle, and she didn’t have to move at all for him to reach her pussy with his tongue. Kim continued to work his cock with both her hand and her mouth, and Tasha noticed that the pillow, which had rested underneath her, was soaked with breast milk. It was now running in white streams down Paul’s belly and sides.
“Oh fuck!” Kim pumped his cock against her cheek, gasping and writhing on top of him as the machine continued to fuck her. Tasha sat back on her heels, her breath coming in short gasps, feeling her own pussy spasming involuntarily in response as she watched. “I’m gonna come, baby! In my ass! In my ass!”
There was no stopping it, and Paul groaned and shuddered beneath her, filling her pumping hand with a stream of white hot cum. Tasha saw it flood against Kim’s cheek and mouth, her eyes closed as she lost herself in her own orgasm, quivering and bucking on top of him.
It was hard for Tasha to tear herself away, but the sharp sound of Regina’s voice across the room drew her attention. “Listen, pal, I think you need to learn that when a woman says no, she actually means no!”
“Come on, I was just playing around.” Ray put his hands up in a warding off gesture as Regina took a step toward him. Ashley stood behind her, holding her robe tightly around her, and Tasha could see, even from this far away, that she was trembling.
“Trying to stick your dick into someone without permission—that’s called rape.
Didn’t they teach you that in asshole school?” Regina was trembling, too, Tasha saw—but it wasn’t fear that flashed in the blonde’s eyes, it was anger.
Uh oh. She was going to have to head this off, and quick.
“Is everything okay?” Tasha slipped her slender frame between Regina and her neighbor, grasping Regina’s clenched fist and squeezing gently.
“I think Raymond and his wife were just leaving.” Regina’s jaw worked as she spat the words in his direction. Tasha was surprised to see Chloe still riding the Motorbunny.
“Yeah, okay, we’re leaving.” Ray’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Tasha. “I don’t want to be part of this little perverted party, anyway.” He stalked over to where his wife was rocking back and forth on top of the Motorbunny and grabbed her arm, hauling her upward.
“Hey!” Chloe’s eyes flew open in surprise. “Ray! Wha—?”
“Shut up.” He steered her toward the door by her elbow. “Get your damned clothes on.”
Tasha looked between Regina and Ashley when the door closed behind them, blinking fast. “Well… that was interesting.”
“He tried to—” Ashley started, but Tasha held up her hand.
“I know.” Tasha shook her head and sighed. “He’s an ass. I shouldn’t have invited him.”
She turned toward the door with another sigh, heading after them in hopes of repairing the damage, all the while knowing it was impossible. She had a sudden, sinking feeling there were going to be consequences to this night—perhaps bigger ones than she could even imagine.
Chapter Nine
“What a night!” Ashley collapsed onto the couch, putting one leg up over the arm.
