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The Sybian Club
By Selena Kitt
Tasha convinces her husband, Max, to buy her a Sybian, but he only agrees if she can come up with a business plan to pay for it. Determined to keep her promise, she creates The Sybian Club and begins bringing women to the basement room set up just for her new toy. It becomes so popular, she has to enlist the help of new friend, Ashley, to keep up with the demand, and the women enjoy an exciting ride as the business thrives. But Tasha has developed feelings for Ashley, and doesn’t know how to tell her husband that she wants to add more to their sex life than just a new toy…
Warnings: This title contains erotic situations, a menage a trois (MFF threesome), lesbian and anal sex and a "marital aid" that will put vibrators to shame!
Table of Contents
Chapter One
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. 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 come!” she said... and man, did they come... and come... and come!
* * * *
“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 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, 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 known 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. 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. “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!”
Chapter Two
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 come—so fast! No vibrator ever had made her come 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 come. 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 coming 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.”
Chapter Three
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 off the screen. The sounds of the women’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...”