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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, and ran her fingers through his hair. His full weight was on her, and she loved the feeling of him.
She looked to her right, and found that Sydney has been watching. Her hand was between her thighs, her fingers rubbing her clit, and her breasts were flushing with her rising climax. “Oh Shay,” she whimpered, “You are so fucking beautiful!” Then Sydney climaxed, and Shayla reached for her, taking her free hand and holding her as her body convulsed and rushed with agonizing pleasure.
Once Sydney had relaxed into after-glow, Shayla urged her with pulls on her hand to come closer and kiss her. “Come here baby,” she soothed. “Kiss me. I love you baby. I love you so much.”
Sydney pressed her whole body against them, kissing her deeply, exploring her tongue, rubbing her breasts against her. “I love you, Shay. God I love you. You’re so sexy with Neil. You are so amazing.”
Neil turned his head and looked at Sydney. “Hey Syd.”
“Good morning Neil,” Sydney said. “I love you too.”
“I love you as well,” he assured Sydney. Then he lifted off her, and after getting out of bed, he 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, biting her lip.
“Can’t decide which pleasure to indulge in, baby?” she asked her dearest friend.
“Am I really that transparent?” Sydney laughed with an amusing blush.
“Come here, baby. I’ve got loving for you,” she told her.
Sydney’s eyes grew round as she looked up and down her recently-ravished body. “God, Shay. I wish you could see what I see when I look at you.”
She turned on to her side and posed for her, lifting her leg with a bended knee and rubbing her other leg with her foot, while massaging her breasts with her free hand. “You like looking at me, Syd?”
“Yes,” Sydney told her. “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 laughed. “I’m not that sexy.”
“Shay, to me, you are angelic, and devilishly alluring. Whatever flaw you believe you have, doesn’t matter with the love I feel for you.”
“You are becoming quite the romantic, Syd, but I know what you mean. I experience the same attraction to you and Neil, and the longer we are together, the stronger it becomes. Do you remember Jeff Collar?”
“Um, yeah. That guy with the boat down in Coconut Grove, right?”
“Yeah, him. He does high-art nude photography. I want you and me to go down and see him today—find out what it would cost to get some shots with both of us. Sexy, but classy shots. Shots that will be art, but make Neil’s cock hard when he looks at them,” she tells her in a sexy come-hither voice.
“You mean it?” Sydney asked, her eyes full of strong emotions that she couldn’t define. Lust was there, and strong desire, and arousal, but there was something else, something very primitive.
“Yes,” she said with a low growl. “Now, come here and fuck me, lover. Fuck me like you own me, because you do.”
CHAPTER TWO
Sydney smiled shyly at first to this submissive offering, by her friend who she thought of as the serious one, the strong one. But her smile grew in strength as she came closer, and her desire bent her belief system into acceptance of Shay’s servitude.
Sydney pushed her back while kissing her, and rubbing her breasts, enticing yelping moans from her throat when she pulled her nipple. “Yes, Sydney. Take me lover.”
Sydney began with her breasts. She’s quite the tit-girl, which is the reason Shayla 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 suckled her, and rubbed her sides and shoulders, and her hips against her. She smoothed her hands through Sydney’s hair, loving the fine softness. Sydney has brought her to orgasm several times sucking her breasts. It was quite a surprise the first time.
After worshiping her breasts and bringing her arousal level to full attentiveness, Sydney moved down her body, between her thighs, and began to suck and lick at her pussy. Sydney is seriously good at this now. She’s far better than Neil, though Shayla doesn’t tell either of them this, but she loves Sydney’s enthralling tongue and lips.
Her hands went to her aching breasts, still longing for Sydney’s attentions, wanting her to return. Her pussy was so fucking excited now, her moans were compulsory and spontaneous. Her connection to Sydney had been growing stronger, and her walls of control were dwindling as well. She wanted to give herself to Sydney as fully as she have herself to Neil, but there were still the hang-ups and derisions which plagued her.
It’s stupid. She knows it’s stupid. She’s practically done everything a woman can do with a woman with Sydney. Sydney even used two vibrators on her once; one in her pussy, and the other in her ass, while she licked her clit to eruption. The full body climax from the anal was paralyzing. Another first: anal climax. She sounded like an animal; not human at all. Since then she’s been leaning toward asking Neil to do her that way. But still, she holds on to her childish and irrational profession 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 very 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 heading for the kitchen to get some coffee, when Sydney started down the hall.
Sydney pressed her against the wall with such dominate desire, she dropped reflexively into submission. Sydney pushed her back against the wall 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 so much she wilted down the wall. 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 when she orgasmed. It was very 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 blood stream. After nearly ten minutes of inner conflict 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 nixed with brutal efficiency. Sydney loved her, and she absolutely loved Sydney, and she absolutely got off on that experience.
“Sydney?” she moaned now, looking down at her lover.
“Yes?”
“Fuck me,” she told her, “Fuck me like I’m your bitch. Take me like you fucking own me. I’m so yours. Treat me hard Sydney. Make me make you come.”
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 Sydney’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 continue to lick and suck her 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 with as much seduction as she could manage.
“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 sensations enrapturing her from this always shocked her and arched her body, while forcing an outcry from her throat.
“Fuck me Syd! Fuck your bitch! I’m your bitch, baby! Fuck me like own me!” she begged while clawing at Sydney’s shoulders and back.
She locked eyes with Sydney and willed herself to submit to her friend and lover completely; feeding off Sydney’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 crunched, and her rhythm faltered. Shayla grabbed her 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 Sydney, 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 been 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.
Shayla 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 he entered her over-excited and very 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. Make her come like she made me come. Fuck her hard Neil!”
“Oh fuck, Shay! Fuck! He’s so fucking hard! Oh god!”
“You made him hard! You fucked your bitch and made him hard.”
“Shay! Shay! 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 Shayla swooned and swore she would be submissive to both of them as long as she lived.
CHAPTER THREE
The week of Neil’s ring giving, she and Sydney hired a lawyer to get their last names legally changed to Jackson. The 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, she 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. Margaret was honest enough to tell them they really didn’t need her for this, that they could do it themselves. “If we mess something up, though,” she asked, “That would extend the time of completion, right?”
“Yes, it would. But it is very easy,” Margaret reassured her.
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 to us.”
Margaret nodded. “I understand, and would be happy to help you.”
They went that day and were finger-printed by the police. Then brought back their cards to Margaret, who told them the FBI check would probably take two weeks, but she would call as soon as it was done and 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 Syd 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.
At home, with their official papers of belonging to Neil, they came to him and put their rings on his ring finger, and then put each other’s on. Neal got misty-eyed and melted both of their hearts. Their love making that day reached tectonic levels in Shayla’s mind.
After fucking Sydney crazy while she masturbated for them, Neil and Sydney took turns fucking Shayla. For the next two hours, she either had a cock or a pussy in her mouth, and the other in her pussy. She begged them to use her, swore to them that she was theirs, and claimed to be their bitch, while begging to be fucked like their whore.
The climaxes they blessed her with were life-altering.
At the end, Neil turned her over and took her anally, bringing her to an animalistic state caused by a full body orgasm that left her stunned and wide-eyed for several minutes after he climaxed in her.
She was kept naked for the rest of the day, between the two of them. She got her G-string on a few times, only to be taken off her by Neil’s big hands, or slid down her legs by Sydney’s impulsive needs.
They did let her shower alone. And then they watched a movie with her laying across their laps, moaning and writhing through most of the feature.
Wednesday morning, she woke up feeling amazing. She was sure she would be sore after what they did to her with celebration sex. But she felt wonderful—until she got out of bed and felt her abs scream at her. Her legs were weak and unsteady as well.
After a long shower, she came out to hear Neil and Sydney having morning sex. She smiled, loving their harmonious, sensual moans and cries. Her legs felt better—at least stable—but her abs were still very sore.
She dressed in lingerie, and then put on a short, daring business skirt, with a blouse that was black and slit all the way down her front, showing full cleavage all the way to her navel.
She was done with her makeup and fixing her hair when the
two of them finished with mutual outcries of pleasure and ecstasy.
She gave them both smiles, and enjoyed the way they were looking at her. Then she left the room to make coffee. None of them were into breakfast much. After making coffee, she laid out a few lines of coke on the table and did two herself. Then, after the brewing, she went into their office with a steaming mug, sat down at her desk, and began researching.
A little over an hour later, Sydney came in, wearing boxers and a red tank-top. “What you doing?”