Ash: Devil's Crucifix MC (45 page)

"Of course Neil," she said. "We all need to agree with something this potent. And yes, you should think about it, and so should I and Sydney."

"Good, then we'll talk about this again on Saturday," he agreed.

"What about Friday?" she asked. "The girls are supposed to come over and spend the night with us. Should we cancel? If there's even a chance that he could be telling the truth..."

Neil shook his head and said, "If he hasn't done anything by Thursday, then he's bluffing. What concerns me though is what prompted the bluff? I need to make some calls and try to figure that out. Why this week and not last week? Why bluff at all? Why not show up and make his demands? Or, at least, prove to us somehow that he's not bluffing? Like I said, he's not stupid, and he doesn't act without reasons and counter planning. He's a dangerous enemy to have."

"I'm starting to get that, and I'm sorry now we ever got involved with this shit in the first place — other than it brought you into our lives," she told him.

He gave her a smile, "Think I'm worth this shit?"

"I think you're worth this and a whole lot more. You're worth my heart Neil. The whole thing," she told him and stepped into him, wrapping her arms around his waist and putting her forehead to his chest. "I'll be happy though when this shit is over, and we can just be us, living together as a real family, without homicidal maniacs — intelligent or not — trying to kill one or all of us."

He reached down and took her ass into his hands and fondled it with deep probing fingers. She sighed and pressed her cheek to his chest, purring.

He kissed the top of her head and then said, "On a change of subject, how you would feel about making a few movies for me?"

She looked up to his eyes, and asked, "Movies?"

"I'm going on tour in a few weeks, at least I will be if this stuff with Anton is settled in a satisfactory manner. So, I would like something a little more than a few pictures to take with me," he told her.

The gleam in his eye begged her to ask, "Are you talking about sexy movies?"

"Yes I am," he agreed.

"How sexy?"

"As sexy as we can make them," he told her.

"We have a history of getting pretty fucking sexy around here Neil. Are you thinking of filming us fucking?" she asked.

"Yes," he told her.

She bit her lip, and turned to Sydney raising a questioning eyebrow.

Sydney said, "When?"

"Oh," Shayla said, and looked back to Neil. "I, um, well, what do you want me to do?"

"Nothing right now. Right now I would like to borrow your car. I need to go pick up a few things and they won't fit on the trike. It will only take me a little more than an hour. Then you two can go to the gun range, because I do think that is a good idea. Sydney and I both have guns in the house, and while we keep them safe, you should know how to at least handle a gun."

"I don't see a problem with that. Sydney?" she asked.

"Well," Sydney said, disappointment in her voice, "now you got me all hot to make pornos for you. So, you better get out of here fast before I rape you. Both of you."

"Shayla will be staying here," Neil offered.

"Well, then you are going to be missing out on some photogenic moments while you're gone hubby," Sydney told him. "Hurry back."

Neil gave her ass a squeeze and then disengaged from her, saying "Good luck."

As he walked out, heading for the front door, she said, "I have the strangest feeling that I should be mad at one or both of you right now, but I can't figure out why."

"Is it because you are about to get used like a Roman sex slave for the second time today?" Sydney asked with a mischievous grin.

Shayla shook her head slowly, bit her lip and let her eyes go sultry, "As long as it's you or Neil using me, you can have me as often as you like lover. Treat me like your whore, any time, any place."

They heard Neil open and close the door behind him. Then Sydney looked back to her, "Then get those clothes off and come out into the living-room and dance for me."

"Alright," she said and undid her bikini knot behind her neck and followed Sydney out to the living room. "Mind if I put on some music?" she asked on the way.

"Put on that ambient one of Neil's," Sydney said and pulled her boxers down her sexy legs. For a tom-boy, Sydney was anything buy boyish in her looks. Her breasts were round and perky and firm. Her ass was round and tight. Her shape was a nearly perfect hourglass, the shape most women go for, and few of them achieve when they are naked. She could easily be a model for Playboy. From what Shayla had seen of the magazine, which was admittedly not much, she was exactly the type they go for with their centerfolds. Since they started working out, which Sydney took to with a vengeance, like she was pissed off at the machines and wished to punish them, she was even sexier than she had been before. There was no girlishness to her body any longer. Sydney was all woman now, and a fine example of the species.

She put on the music Sydney asked for and then finished pulling off her clothing, slowly and with as much grace as she was able. Sydney sat on the couch, watching her, and removed her tank top.

"Can I ask you something Sydney?"

"As long as you are moving your hips while you do it," Sydney told her.

Shayla smiled and started to dance to the music, moving her hips and running her hands down her sides. "Are you still thinking you want babies with Neil?"

Sydney paused before answering, "Not really. Not like I was. I think that was more or less a lack of language skills. I mean, how can you know what 'intimate' means if you've never been intimate with a man? I said I wanted babies with him, because that was the most intimate and committed relationship bonding I could think of at the time. Now, we are so fucking close and loving with him, that having babies is sort of superfluous — or maybe just redundant. If he asked me, I'd stop using the pill and have one as soon as I could. No doubt in my mind. But I don't think he's in a hurry and I'm so overwhelmed by our intimacy level, and the commitment we have to each other, that I'm not in any hurry either. What about you?"

"Pretty much the same," she said thoughtfully, trying not to let the thought affect her performance. "You put that well — a lack of language skills."

She let thoughts of babies and the future slide out of her mind. She didn't want to have babies right now either, basically because what giving birth would do to her body. She wanted to be sexy and alluring for her wife and her husband. Her hips weren't as well shaped as Sydney's, but she had a nice heart-shaped ass, and long firm legs. Her abs were well defined now, though they were pretty good before going to the gym. It seemed that having multiple crunching orgasms several times a day was a good stomach muscle workout. Her breast were teardrops, and seemed larger than they were because they were large for her body. They actually were a bit smaller now from the workouts they were doing, but much firmer took. Sydney was a tit-hound, and she was even more enthralled with her breasts than ever before. Most mornings she woke up with Sydney suckling her, after having had morning sex with Neil. During movie-time, she massaged and fondled her for more than two hours, never tiring of the sensation of her breasts her her hands.

Since she was a tit-hound, Shayla began rubbing her breasts and arching her back to accentuate her breasts, offering them to Sydney, telling her with her body's motions that her breasts and everything else was hers for the asking. She also rose up on the balls of her feet while she moved, so that her legs looked longer and more shapely.

They danced together for Neil at least once a week, but this was the first time Sydney asked her to dance just for her own enjoyment. Looking over at one of the photos of her on the wall, she touched on an idea and tried to bring into her mind the emotions and agonizing arousal that Sydney and Neil liked to bring her too by intense sessions of foreplay. She kept the emotions off her facial expression — just flooded her mind with the sensations she experienced when she was so wanton she'd gladly perform sexual favors for Neil's friends if he told her too.

While she did this she kept eye-contact with Sydney and tried to let her body express her level of desire for her. Then about halfway through the song, she let go with her eyes and just let the music move her, turning her around, sending her hands into her hair, being as open and free as the music itself — exploring and enjoying her own sexuality.

Sydney was rubbing her clit and pussy with slow, sexy motions, and pulling at her left nipple with long slow teasing movements, while she watched her. This turned her on a great deal, and she was surprised that it turned her on as much as seeing Neil give in and begin stroking his cock as he watched them dance for him.

When the song ended and changed to the next one, she kept dancing, but sped up to the new beat. This song was the one they played on the radio now, as the newest hit from Blu Rayne, the band that Neil played with, and would be touring with soon.

"You don't mind being treated like a sex slave?" Sydney asked her.

"Not if it's for you, or Neil, or both of you," she answered honestly.

"If Neil asked you to, would you dance like this for his friends?" Sydney pressed.

"If he asked, yes. Even if you asked, I would," she told her without hesitation, but not believing that either of them would ever ask her to do that, though she could imagine the possibility.

"What if I asked you to perform for them, sexually?" Sydney continued. "What if I wanted to see you with three cocks in you, making you air-tight?"

She thought about it this time. Would Sydney get off on that? She might have it as a fantasy. She did like fucking her with two vibrators at the same time while Neil fucked her mouth — which reminded her that she still needed to look up how to deep throat Neil's cock.

"I want to say yes," she began, "but honestly, I can't get myself to believe you would ask me to do that. I can't picture Neil asking me to do it either. I wouldn't enjoy it at all, but if you did actually ask me, I would try to make it as sexy for you as possible."

"Why wouldn't you just say no?" Sydney asked, curious now.

"Because I love you, and if that was something you wanted to see, and Neil was alright with it, then I want to give it to you. I'm not a virgin Sydney. And frankly, I was never ashamed of how many men I've slept with until I fell in love with you two. Now I wish there wasn't so many men out there who could point at me and say, 'she's a good fuck', because it might embarrass you two. Or maybe Neil's sisters. Or Amanda. But I'm yours Sydney. Really, truly yours. I want to give you whatever pleasure or experience I am able to do, and if I'm not able to do it, then I want to learn how to. If that makes me your sex-slave, then Sydney, I'm a happy, willing sex-slave. If that makes me your whore, then I'm all about being as much of a slut as you want me to be."

"Then get your whoring little ass over here, and get on your knees," Sydney told her.  

Chapter 22

Shayla  stopped dancing and let her hips roll a little as she walked over and got on her knees in front of Sydney's spread legs.

Then Sydney told her with a urgent husky voice, "Put your hands behind your back, and then lick my pussy, but not my clit. I want to enjoy you for a while before I come. You've made me so hot I might come even with you doing that, but I can't stand not having your face between my legs any more. So start licking bitch."

Sydney moved her ass to the edge of the couch, so she bent over at the waist, with her hands behind her back, and dove into licking and sucking at Sydney's pussy. Her pussy was extremely wet, and swollen. She was more excited that Shayla had ever seen her before. She sucked at her lips with long succulent pulls and licked from the bottom to the top of her vulva, and enjoyed her taste like it was ambrosia. She still enjoyed sucking Neil's cock more than she enjoyed servicing Sydney's pussy, but she wasn't going to let Sydney know that, or even guess that. She wanted Sydney to be completely at ease and guilt free in asking her to be her dream girl. Lesbianism was knew to both of them, and she had the feeling that Sydney wasn't comfortable with it yet, which was probably why her fantasies and role-play was so aggressive.

Sydney tended to be overly aggressive when she was nervous, or scared. Shayla wasn't an expert in sexual psychology, but she knew her friend, and believed that the moment Sydney really, truly believed in her heart of hearts that she was honestly willing to be her dream girl, and her wife, then Sydney's fantasies would mellow out dramatically. When that time came, Shayla knew she had to keep this in mind, that Sydney began to trust her, not lose interest in her.

She had to be prepared for it, otherwise she might react like she did when Sydney made that joke about her ass getting flabby — and that wouldn't be good for either of them.

Sydney was moaning and moving her hips, and running her hands through Shayla's hair, and her own.

"That's right bitch, eat me good. Tell me you're my whore," Sydney told her with a groan.

"I'm your whore Sydney. I love eating your pussy," she told her and then dove back in.

"We're going to make a few videos of our own baby, so Neil can see what you're like with me. Show him how sexy my little whore is. Would you like that?" Sydney asked.

"I love being your slut Sydney. If you want to show me off to Neil, then I'll suck your pussy and let you fuck me any way you want to," she told her, suspecting that Sydney would like to watch those videos as well.

"Does Neil ever treat you like a slut?" Sydney asked.

"He gets me wild and then he uses me Sydney. He uses me like he owns me and he's mad at me. He fucks me so hard that I'm sure I'm going to pass out from not being able to breath," she told her, watching Sydney's eyes fill with lust and excitement.

"Fucks you like a bitch, huh?"

"Yes Sydney. Like I'm bought and paid for," she agreed.

"God, you are such a fucking turn on," Sydney moaned and moved her hips more aggressively, while her hands took hold of her hair. The she started grinding her pussy into Shayla's face. "Suck my clit bitch. Fucking make me come!" she added with such an agonized voice Shayla reflexively glanced up at her to see if she was actually in pain.

She took hold of Sydney's clit with her lips and sucked it into her mouth and then started lavishing it with her tongue. Sydney gasped and then moaned, "Oh god, you're such a good fucking slut. Such a good fucking pussy eater!"

The sound of Sydney's voice, so aroused and earnest, set a glow inside her breasts and her nipples became extremely hard. Sometimes she came when Sydney came in her mouth. It wasn't like a normal orgasm, it was like liquid love-light was injected into her heart and pumped out into her body. The rush was as aggressive as an adrenaline rush, but as soft as the passion of a heady after-glow. She only felt that it was a kind of orgasm, because she could live on them. If her lovers never gave her climaxes again, but came like they did with her, she could still be happy, and satisfied with the love-light orgasms.

She wanted to use her fingers, because she just read an article yesterday which explained how to give her lesbian lover a g-spot climax, and she wanted to try it out. But Sydney was turned on in her sex-slave posture, so she didn't want to break the spell. Soon though. Sometime soon. Maybe she would instigate a sex session with her.

So far, in the entire time Sydney and her were together, she has never instigated the sex — it's always been Sydney. Mostly because Sydney doesn't give her the chance, but also, because she's the submissive, not the aggressive, or the dominate. But now that she thought about it, maybe that would help Sydney realize that she was alright with being her lesbian lover.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Sydney's sudden pre-orgasm hip convulsions.

"Ah shit! You're going to make me come!" Sydney cried out through gritted teeth. "Suck it bitch! Fucking suck me off! Oh shit! You're such a good little whore! Fuck!"

Then Sydney was climaxing. Her whole body clenched up, and then convulsed like she was being electrocuted from the inside. "Fuck! Ah fuck! Fuck me whore! Fuck me!"

When Sydney's orgasm passed, she returned to licking and sucking her pussy, keeping away from Sydney's over-excited clit. Sydney convulsed several more times and then fell into her after-glow, while Shayla felt the rush of her love-light orgasm pulse through her, making her head a little woozy.

"Jesus Christ Shayla," Sydney trembled. "You are so fucking good. So fucking good. You turn me on so hard. Not even Neil turns me on this hard."

That was probably true, knowing both of them and how they had sex together. Sydney and Neil were buddies, and when they fucked they were still best buds. They were wild and aggressive with each other, trying to make the other one come before they did. It was animal-sex between two alpha-lovers.

They were both physically attracted to one-another, but as they grew together in their relationship, the physical attraction was taking a back-seat to the challenge and excitement of being with each other. When they were in the room together for a nooner, or on the couch after a football game, there was a lot of laughing, and wrestling and it looked like a lot more fun than the sex she had with either of them. But she came to terms with that a while ago now. Shayla understood her place in their trio, and she loved her place. She felt confident and satisfied when she performed for either of them.

"Get on up her bitch, I'm going to fuck you silly now," Sydney told her.

"Yes Sydney. Fuck your little bitch. Fuck me like you own me," she said, and climbed onto the couch as Sydney turned and laid down, bringing her into an embrace.

While she said she was going to fuck her, Sydney spent nearly twenty minutes kissing her and and sucking on her breasts. She didn't complain or try to encourage her to move on to the next level. Being the object of Sydney's affection was becoming a pleasant and blissful state of being. Sydney didn't joke or laugh or tickle or wrestle with her, but she did get into loving her. So she ran her fingers through Sydney's hair and cooed and moaned while Sydney sated her lust.

"Shayla? I think I always wanted you, I just didn't understand my for you. Again, I think it was a lack of vocabulary. I mean, I couldn't be a lesbian, I loved sucking cock too much," Sydney confessed. "Right? I mean, how can you be a lesbian and like cock?"

"If that's why you held on to me like you did, I'm grateful you had those feelings. You're my first love. You know that, right? You're the first person in my life who said, 'I love you' and when you said it, I believed you," she told her.

"But you didn't feel that way toward me, right?" Sydney asked.

"No, I didn't," she confessed," and it wasn't a lack of vocabulary. Not those words anyway. I lacked being able to understand loving you at all. I didn't know what to do, or what was expected. I didn't have a clue. And it felt so frail to me, our love, like it could end any minute, and I knew I was going to be crushed. I put on a strong face, because I knew how to do that, but inside I was trembling that someday you would walk away, or decide that you wanted something else, or that you would fall in love with some guy and grow apart from me — I saw that happen to girlfriends all the time. Even ones as close as we were. It scared the crap out of me."

"Until Neil came along I figured I would always be with you. He put the fear of hell into me," Sydney told her.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I mean, I was like instantly in love with him, and then I found out, like in the same hour, that you were hot for him as well. And I could see in your eyes and the way you talked about him, that Neil was the one. The one that was going to take your heart. But I needed your heart — and what if I lost you both? Fucking terror is what I felt that day. That's why I started having sex with you, I mean like, every day. I could tell you weren't into it, but I had to have you, as much as I could for as long as I could. I felt — hell I knew — that Neil would choose you. You're gorgeous and sexy and you turn him on in ways I could never do."

Shayla smiled and kissed Sydney's nose, "You give him things that I can't and — even if I tried for the next ten years — couldn't give him. You're fun and wild and he loves you for that. He needs that. You should see how happy he is with you. You're the first one he turns to. He loves you so much."

Shayla sighed a little and then said, "And as for me not being into sex with you then, well, you're right, I wasn't. But I am now. I'm into you now. I hope someday you'll believe just how much I love you, and how into you I am. Maybe that's a vocabulary thing too. I know you spent, what? Two years? More? Loving me, without reciprocation, unless I was drunk, or horny? Or fantasizing about Neil? That couldn't have felt good. I'm sorry now that I was emotionally turned off -- that I couldn't see the love-light in your eyes. I'm sorry I hurt you like that."

Sydney's eyes watered up, and she wiped them, "Now look what you've done," she whimpered.

Shayla kissed her lips, "I'll earn your trust Sydney. I promise you. I'll be your lover, your bitch, your whore, I'll fuck whoever you want me to fuck for your pleasure, I'll do whatever I can, to get you to believe that what I have for you is real. I was handicapped then. I'm running sprints now, and I'll run them all day long for you, and be happier than I have ever been in my whole life doing it."

"So, if I told you to fuck some dike at the night club, you'd do it? Seriously?" Sydney asked.

"Yes Sydney. I'd let six guys gang bang me to be your fantasy girl, if that's what it took to get you to believe that I'm yours, until death do we part. You're not ever going to be without me. Not while I'm still breathing."

Shayla held up her left hand, "This ring? This is my most treasured possession. It means I have you in my life. Not just a woman, but you. My best friend, my lover, my partner, my wife. You. This whole fucking house and everything in it, is a distant second compared to this ring."

"What about Neil?"

"I love Neil, but you and I, we've been together for a long time. We have a strong history. And because of that, there's a part of my heart that is yours and yours alone. The rest of my heart, you two share. I really, deeply, love him, and I'm so fucking attracted to him I can barely stand it, and he's amazing in bed, but you're my first love Sydney, and you'll always be my first love."

Sydney was openly crying now, and she broke down and sobbed into Shayla's breasts, "I love you Shayla. God it hurts loving you this much. It suffocates me sometimes. Like I can't get enough of you into me so I can live. Sometimes, like right now, I can't get close enough to you."

She sobbed and then she calmed down enough so that she was only crying. Shayla didn't know what to say, so she just held her, and let her just be with her. She soothed her back with her hands and soothed her legs and hips with her thighs. After a while Sydney got between her thighs and began to fuck her, slowly.

But it wasn't fucking this time. She was loving her — deeply loving her. She wasn't calling her bitch or whore, and Shayla could see in her eyes that this wasn't the time for that. Maybe some other time, but not now. So she made eye contact with Sydney, and began to perform for her, like she did for Neil. She caressed her face, and her neck, and her back. She played with her breasts and ran her fingers through her own hair.