Jade Unicorn Ch. 02

Each of these stories is relatively stand alone, but if you entered the series through this chapter, a quick summary for you: Jade, a Master's Anthropology student is determined to explore the full range of human sexuality. She's encountered Elroy, a (slightly) older man, who is happy to help her, beginning with losing her virginity. As usual, should you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it, leave me a comment and/or give it a high rating. - ek

It was as if Pandora herself had opened Jade's head, releasing the entirety of her desires into the world.

She was non-stop, insatiable, and quickly surpassed my capacity to satisfy her. She had decided to expand her diary study—beyond her initial foray, her eyes blazed when she talked about an entire treatise on the human sexual condition.

"Denial," she said one day over breakfast. "Edging, self-denial, one person denying a group, a group denying an individual…the Puritans! A small group denying entire nations! There's a chapter there!"

That particular chapter was inspired by our recent exploration into the world of edging, something she absolutely hated at first, but fell in love with after "the most mind-blowing orgasm I've had since that first time."

That 'first time' became a yardstick for her. How could it not? Isn't it for all of us? I was pleased it was a high point for her to return to, but I gently tried to help her reduce its significance.

"Jade," I whispered as we were waking up one morning. Her eyes stared into mine as her fingers played with my cock. "I want to fuck you…now…to feel your wet silky sleeve glide on my cock, your muscles gripping me, to pull my cum into you."

She closed her eyes, her lip tucked under her teeth letting me know she was horny, that she was warm to the idea.

"But I want to fuck you now, in this moment. Do you understand?" I slipped my hand to her mound, my fingers gently pulsing her clit beneath its hood. It was spongy, but her light gasps told me I was on the right path.

She nodded. "You want to fuck me, you want us to fuck each other, in this moment, not as if it is the four hundredth fuck we've had since we started. Yeah?" Her voice was breathy, her fingers joining mine as she guided me to what she needed.

"Yeah," I agreed, kissing her briefly, "that's what I would like to do with you, right now."

We fought a bit more than I wanted. She was relentless in her pursuit of more sexual experiences, something I was thoroughly supportive of. The irony was that I wanted her to benefit from my own experience: to take precautions, to reduce the risks, to think before taking a new leap. She accused me of being jealous (which she later apologized for. She realized, after taking other lovers, how little jealousy played in our relationship), of patronizing her (I admitted guilt there, and agreed to find other ways to express myself), of not being man enough to satisfy her (I laughed so hard she had to give up that line of attack. Our makeup sex was particularly intense after that one), of not caring enough for her to fight for her.

That one showed up one day and never seemed to get resolved.

I accused her of being selfish, self-centered and egotistical (she admitted that being the youngest in her family, practically being raised as an only child, may be a factor. But, she rightly countered, that she had been more than a generous lover, which I couldn't deny), of being young and naïve (which she never let me forget, and for which I apologized profusely. She might have mentioned that that makeup sex had been one of the best), and for being thoughtless in her risk-taking (which she always thought was just a variation on my selfishness theme, but which I continued to hold as separate: she was putting me and her other lovers at risk. She agreed to adult a bit more, which, in retrospect, she admitted had probably saved her a lifetime of trouble).

But it was clear she had found a purpose. 'PhD,' started showing up in her conversations; a far cry from when I'd casually asked what her plans were.

"Fuck if I know!" She snapped at me. "Why is everyone asking me that?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Perhaps because you are graduating soon, and everyone who knows you thinks you have more potential than serving food in a cafeteria?"

She glared at me, her face transforming, sending blood to exactly the wrong part of my body.

"I know," she said later, calming down. "I just don't have any skills, any talent! I don't know who I am or what I want to be!"

The curse of youth. But hell if I was going to say that. But now, now that she'd discovered the joys of sex, she was determined to add to the world's body of knowledge.

It was still early in our relationship, only a month or so after we'd hooked up, so I hadn't learned how…determined…she could be. Not that the signs weren't all around me, but her awakening to sex could have been just like any other adolescent's: a discovery of such intense pleasure that it becomes a monomania. Since then, I'd learned. Jade's modus operandi was all about the intensity.

"I'm no scholar," I suggested after a particularly energetic tumble in bed, when her conversation would inevitably turn to a deconstruction of whatever we'd just done, "but I recall a pretty extensive work from the mid-20th century by Masters and Johnson that could be a place to start."

And the next day, armed with that one suggestion, she reported back she'd reached out to several professors across a range of disciplines to learn more. By week's end, she'd discovered the vastness of the erotic landscape.

"It's insane," she remarked over drinks. "4000 years we've been talking, and writing, and singing, dancing, and now videoing about fucking.

"It's incredible," she paused, staring into her glass. "What could I possibly contribute?

"I mean, Dr. Florenz even mentioned an entire sub-genre of virtual reality storytelling that has burst out over the past year. Like, what the fuck?"

I knew that feeling all too well, even if I wasn't an academic. I felt I could offer solid advice about finding niches in well-established markets.

"May I make a suggestion?" I had learned at least that script to reduce patronizing her. She nodded, readying herself to be open. "There's no way to know what your contribution is going to be (or if there'll even be one), until you've gotten up to speed on what's out there.

"Your pursuit isn't much different from mine, in this case; mine is about differentiation in a market, yours is filling in blanks, or extending our understanding of human knowledge. The process is the same, I suspect. But you know this already, Jade, right? I mean, in all the research papers you've written isn't it standard practice to read as much as possible about the topic?"

That earned me a huge hug and a kiss. Within a couple of weeks, she reported she'd identified no fewer than 1600 citations about sexual practices, and she'd only used the Anthropology resources.

"It's as much a category problem as anything else."

I rolled over and looked at her scanning a journal, the covers at her feet, body naked and relaxed, fresh from a good fuck.

"What is?"

"I've been looking at all these references, right? Just at the chapter headings, and that's interesting: how do these authors think about the space? Where do they divide things up? But then I looked at the porn sites, and they use completely different tables of contents…"

"As I hope they would!"

"…and then there's the blogs, and those have entirely different tagging systems. I'm wondering if that would be enough for a…Ohhh, nonononono…fuckkkkk!"

I had slid down the bed and lapped at her open slit, sucking out our spendings while paying special attention to her clit.

*-*-*-*

"You ready to show me the dungeon?"

She had arrived after school, about 4pm, armed with questions about BDSM, and whatever terms I was going to use. I already knew what I was in for; by now, maybe six weeks since we met, there hadn't been a single act she hadn't asked me to unpack, deconstruct, elaborate on, or perform variations on. It was…exciting, actually. She was an eager student, both sensually and in the moment, even as she was completely curious.

Not to say she liked all of it, but, as she kept saying: "we can't judge what the villagers do. We just need to understand it through their eyes." Which didn't stop her from reacting strongly to something she didn't enjoy.

She greeted me with a deep kiss, wrapping her arms around me before setting down her backpack.

"You want a drink…or…?" We'd been trying some new weed in the past few days, testing how it changed her impressions and reactions.

"You want to share some of that whiskey you keep going on about?"

I pressed my lips into a thin smile, making another mental note of how confident she had become. Or, maybe she was always this confident, and it was sex that had been her hang up. Or, maybe it was compensating. I decided to keep an eye on it, regardless.

I poured a splash into two glasses and handed her one. "For this part of the tour, folks, I'm going to have to ask you to disrobe."

Luckily, she hadn't brought the glass to her lips. She sputtered and set it down. "Seriously?" She looked around, the sun streaming into the windows. "Okay... you're not just fucking with me…" Her eyes narrowed.

"Nope. House rules." I was already pulling off my shirt. "There is no reason to go into the dungeon with clothes on. We enter the dungeon to partake in the pleasures we find there." In retrospect, it was amusing: in a couple of weeks she wouldn't be dressed in the house most of the time. But this early on, she was still operating by her old rules.

She watched me pulling off my shoes and just shook her head. "I…but…I…didn't you…Wait. Would you have made me get undressed that first night…?"

I had my trousers down, my erection starting to push against my briefs. I cocked one side of my mouth and jiggled my eyebrows. "Would you like a tour of the dungeon, Jade?" I took a swig from my glass. "The only way is butt naked." I slipped my briefs down and waited. Frankly, I was confused by her reaction given how much she had seemed to enjoy being naked.

She shook her head and slowly peeled off her clothes, looking at the windows.

"Wait," I thought I'd figured it out finally. "Are you concerned someone is going to see you nude?" I waved toward the street.

She just screwed up her face and slipped her underwear off, downing the whiskey in one go, doing an admirable job of controlling her coughing.

"You ready?"

She shrugged her shoulders and gestured for me to lead the way.

I unlocked the door, flipped on the lights and invited her to join me on the landing. "Pick a pair of slippers," I said pointing to a rack off to the side. "We'll be going into the basement and it's a little dusty and cold."

On the way down I gave some of the history; she'd be asking about it eventually.

"Eva and I got into the scene for a few years, and she thought it would be cheaper in the long run if we hosted parties here instead of paying a premium at the clubs.

"Maybe we broke even," I shrugged as we stepped onto the carpet.

She looked around at the room. "Ummm, this looks like a regular den." She hugged herself against the cold.

"The basement is just a basement: family room, guest bedroom, bathroom, heating plant, water heater, you know, typical basement stuff…and a sex dungeon.

"The real estate ad practically writes itself. It's this way." I guided her to a hallway off the den.

Her nipples had hardened, mostly from the cold I figured, but the whiskey might be kicking in too. I could feel it, so she must have been as well.

"It's right here." I unlocked a plain door along the hall, reached in and switched on the lights. It was even colder in the room than outside; I turned the timer on the heating and invited her in.

"Ummm," she looked around, "this looks like a home gym... well organized and well equipped. Are you fucking with me?"

I nodded, inviting her to sit on one of the padded benches at a "weight" machine. She yelped as her skin touched the cold leather. "Yeah. That was part of the expense. Everything has a dual purpose; sometimes more than two. Here, let me demonstrate."

She looked hesitant when I placed her hands on the crossbar of the machine and velcroed her wrists. I immobilized her ankles similarly to the ends of a crossbar connected to the metal supports of the bench. I removed her slippers, feeling the goosebumps on her skin despite the warm air kicking in.

"Feel okay? Can you move?"

She tried to pull her hands down, but the weights were too heavy. Her legs were trapped open. She looked up at me.

"Here's the clever part." I reached for a lever behind the weights, slowly turning it. The steel cable grew taut, drawing her arms up. She eventually was pulled into a semi-squat position, her knees bent, but her butt off the bench. "And now? How's that feel?"

She looked down and back up, seeing how exposed she was, and still immobile. "Uhhh, not great. I'm not sure how long I can stay like this."

"Right. Exactly. This is just one way to get you into a constrained position. Let's talk safety: physical and emotional. You trust me, right?"

She nodded, worrying that lip.

"But I don't really know your boundaries; we've never put you in a physically demanding situation. It can raise a lot of feelings: your muscles start talking to her brain, your vagina and breasts are unprotected, you can't cover yourself. That alone can start a sexual response, but only if you feel safe psychologically, right?" I reached between her legs and lightly brushed her labia and clit.

She started to vibrate, more from the strain than the stimulation, but the caresses kicked things off.

"That's why you hear about safe words so much. I assume you know the term?"

She nodded, beginning a soft keening, her pelvis rotating to push against my fingers. "Oklahoma," she said, staring at me.

I nodded. "Okay. Oklahoma. If you say it once, that means to slow down, twice: stop the current scene, three times, stop the session. Do you still want to use Oklahoma?"

She licked her lips, her toes starting to curl, and nodded.

"Let me get you a bit more comfortable." I continued to turn the crank, the cable pulling her into a standing position, her arms raised overhead, until her legs were completely straight. She was leaning slightly forward, her weight resting on the front of her feet. Her breasts hung down and slightly away from her sternum. "Nice, right?"

She closed her eyes, not responding.

"So, you can see how we can play all sorts of games, just with this one machine. Look around and try to imagine the room with several couples, each engaging at the different stations."

She opened her eyes and turned to see the various machines, nodding. Her breathing became more labored, almost panting.

"You okay?" Her eyes were beginning to tear up. "You're in control, right?"

She nodded again. "I…don't know why…I'm reacting so…it's so weird!!" She was starting to sob.

"It can be intense," I spoke softly, placing my hand lightly on her shoulder. "You're completely exposed, immobilized, at my mercy, right?" With each statement I brushed my hand down her body, my fingers stroking her breasts, across her abdomen, stopping at the top of her pubic hair.

"Imagine," I continued, stroking her, stopping to play with a nipple, forcing a gasp with a light touch on her clit. "Imagine all four sides of this machine, with four naked guys." She looked around, huffing a little, sobbing, seeing the other benches she may not have noticed before. "They're all spread open…ohh! Wait. Hold that thought." I stopped my caressing and knelt behind her, her head trying to see where I was going.

"I'm going to need you to work with me a little, Jade. Sorry, I'm a bit rusty. Should have done this first." I turned a knob that began to lengthen the crossbar. "I need you spread open a bit more for the next part."

She squeaked as she tried to inch her feet apart in rhythm with my efforts. It was awkward, but she managed it, her movements making her sway, her breasts swinging gently. I stopped when she was spread open several feet. In this position she couldn't hold herself straight, gravity forcing her to bend a bit at her waist. Now she was truly exposed to whatever I might have in mind. In addition to giving me better access to her vagina, her cheeks couldn't close, leaving her rose bud exposed. I watched it convulse in rhythm to her moans when I blew air in between her buns.

"Much better. Oh. Hold on." I went to a cabinet and pulled out some supplies. "Now, where was I? Oh, right. Four grown, muscular men, stripped naked, their legs spread much like yours, and their wives fit up with double dildos, standing behind them."

"Ohhhh! No no no ohhhh, fuckkkkk…El, fuck I've …oh god oh god oh god." Her words mixed with hiccups and sobs. I had slathered a special lube all around her anus, watching her spasm and contract from the cool gel. It had a local anesthetic that would begin to numb her. She bucked a little in her restraints. "Please, El, I don't know if I'm ready…. ooooohhhhh goddddddd, fuckkkkkkkkk!"

I slipped my middle finger into her hole and gently coated her rectum. "This is a special concoction we use to use for first-timers. You should feel things get a little warm and then numb in a moment." I pulled out and wiped my hand clean.

"It's really intense, isn't Jade?"

She was crying and shaking her head, her body vibrating from her sobs. "Why am I crying? I don't understand! You're going to fuck me in my ass, aren't you?! Oh fuck, El, I don't…please, oh fuck no."

I spread her ass cheeks apart to expose her, and lightly traced circles on her skin, spiraling towards her wrinkled hole. Here again, her skin darkened until the inner part of her muscle, where it lightened up, just like her sex.

"You've probably never seen your rectum and anus, have you Jade? Hold on, I'll get you a picture." I raised the camera I'd pulled from the shelf and took a few shots, the last couple with my finger penetrating her. "See how beautiful that hole is?"

She was panting now, shaking, the tears dropping onto the floor. "You're not going to hurt me are you, Elroy? Right?"

I brushed her cheek, moving into her line of sight. "No, Jade. You're perfectly safe. You know what to say to make it stop. But you see, with just the slightest of changes to our circumstances, you become a mess. Isn't that fascinating?

"But I hadn't finished my story. So, stripped, immobilized like you, their wives all strapped up, and they were forced to watch each other get fucked by another man's wife. It was amazing. You would have enjoyed how hard they got, the pegs pushing against their prostates, their cocks were all at 10. A couple of them broke down and cried it was so intense, but nobody tagged out. It went on for 15 minutes."

I returned to stroking her, slipping my finger into her vagina, first one, and then a second, curling them to press against her favorite spot. Each stroke forced another moan from her.

"But here is the good part," I continued with my story as I fingered her. "There were six couples in all, including Eva and me. The four of us who weren't getting fucked were on our knees in front of the men, looking up at those beautiful erections. It was a competition: whichever man came last got to fuck their top four picks, women or men, by the end of the weekend. Could you do it, if you had the chance?" I rubbed her more intensely, riding the waves I could tell were building in her.

"You ready, Jade?" I asked softly, wiping my hand clean along one ass cheek, telegraphing my destination.

She hiccuped and bucked a little, looking at my face, nodding, tears and mucous running down her face. "I don't know why I'm crying," she said through her tears. "I don't want you to stop, but it's so fucking intense. Are you going to fuck me in the ass?" She let out a sob and stiffened when I penetrated her, slowly, but continuously, until I was buried in her. Her buttocks pressed together, her legs contracted, but she couldn't stop my gentle assault.

"Now we can have some fun. How long before you cum, do you think? Ten minutes? Five? More?" I began to slide my fingers in and out of her cunt, pressing against the muscle separating it from my cock, using my thumb to rub her clit.

She went stiff, and then yelled and whimpered, trying to push my rod out of her rectum, but needing me to stimulate her clit and g-spot in the opposite direction. It was frustrating for her. She jiggled her arms, making her breasts move and sway, pendulous, her nipples hard. She was sweating, not only from her exertions; the temperature had risen in the room.

I played her, listening to her beg, watching her tire, seeing the flush on her face grow. She was getting close, her vagina gripping my fingers, her anus loosening, her rectum tight and slick.

"Oh god, El! I'm cumming, I'm cumming, fuck, fuck, fuck!!!! Don't stop don't stop, fuck me!!!"

She went stiff, and I felt her vagina walls grip my fingers, her lubricants flowing around them, dripping onto the floor, her ring clamping on my cock and then relaxing, only to clamp again, trapping me deep in her.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, ohfuck, that's so intense that's so intense." She moaned and pushed against me for a little longer until I slipped my fingers out of her.

"Nice, right?" I asked after she'd come down a little. I pushed my cum covered fingers in between her lips. "Clean up after yourself, like the good little girl you are." And with my fingers of one hand in her mouth, I wrapped my other arm around her waist and began to fuck her in earnest, feeling her rectum trying to stop me, the lubricant and anesthetic screwing up her control.

She didn't fight me, accepting my fingers against her tongue, my assault on her ass, too spent in the moment. I pushed deep into her and held her, feeling our heartbeats on my dick, until I fell over the edge and spouted my semen into her bowels.

Soon, much sooner than I would have liked, I slipped out of her, cleaned us up, and slowly got her lying on the floor. We snuggled for a while. I kissed away her tears and softly caressed her between her cheeks. Eventually we made it upstairs; she walked like she was in shock, accepting another whiskey before crawling into the bathtub. She cried there too, holding me, wrapping my arms around her, softly weeping.

But later she would get angry. Not at being tied up, spread-eagled and assaulted; she knew she could have stopped that at any time. It was being called a little girl that infuriated her, but she had been too exhausted to call me on it…then. We discussed it long into the night, everything else about the experience took backstage. Until the next day, when, waking up curled together, she burst into tears, again surprised at her reaction.

Later still, over breakfast, she asked, "When can we do that again?"