Jade Unicorn Ch 05

If you're following along from the start, thank you! If you're cumming in here for the first time, you might enjoy the prior chapters, but you don't need to read them to enjoy these scenes. In brief, Jude, a graduating anthropology student has made it her quest to fully understand human sexual behavior. She's hooked up with Elroy, a (slightly) older student with far more experience. Please let me know, via comments and/or ratings how much you enjoy this segment. I have had a lot of fun writing it. -ek.

We drove separately, which felt a little awkward, as I had a ton of questions for her. Luckily, the shop wasn't too far from my house, which meant I'd have little time to ruminate. Still, I was eager to get answers. We'd said our goodbyes to Tracy, so at least some of my theories about them were wrong; I'd figured she was a new member of the household.

Jade had already arrived and by the time I got in, she'd already undressed.

"Ooohhh. This is going to be so cool!!" She was admiring the jewelry in the front hall mirror. "I only wish you'd gotten something too!"

I wrapped her in my arms, careful not to touch her breasts, pulling her backwards against me so I could enjoy her new look with her. "Permawelds? Really? Accessories for your nipple rods? If I didn't know you as well as I do, I'd say you've become fascinated by the toys in the dungeon…did they grow on you? Literally?" I nodded to the stainless rings glinting from between her legs.

She blushed. The first time I'd seen her turn color in weeks…maybe more.

"Maybe," she sighed, relaxing into me. "I'm sorry I can't have sex for so long. Six months! Who can wait that long? That's another reason I wanted you to do it with me."

I shook my head. "You can't have sex, but that doesn't meanIcan't have sex. Did you think Tracy might be open to joining us?"

Her mouth dropped open and the color returned in force. "Whaaa? Nooo. Did you think…oh my god…I…really?" She turned to look at me directly. "Did you really think…Tracy?"

I shrugged. "She seemed nice. Very interested in your anatomy. Is she a good film maker?"

She stuttered for a few moments. "Ummm, she's trans, Elroy! You know that right?"

I shrugged again. "What does that have to with anything? She had a vibe. She was cute. She seemed into you. Is she not into guys?"

She slapped my shoulder in disbelief. "Now you're just fucking with me. You'd…really?"

It was my turn to look confused. "Seriously? You don't think I'd be open to Tracy having fun with us? Now I'm a little hurt. How long have we been together? What could possibly lead you to think that way?"

She just held my arms tight, shaking her head. "I'm sorry…you're right. It's just…I was…I've been really…we need to talk." She breathed in hard and exhaled, searching my face for something.

"Sure! Right now?" What is going on? Would I get a clue about her behavior this past several weeks…months even?

We moved to the den, curling up together on one of the sofas. I waited, my arm gently rubbing her arm.

"This is really hard for me, Elroy. I'm…I don't even know how to start."

I looked at her face and shifted positions so we could face each other. "Start at the beginning…maybe that will make it easier." I was prepared for anything: she was disappointed in our relationship, in me, with her life, she wanted to break up, move out, move in, get married. I waited.

"When I started researching human sexual behavior, I found most of the references discussing male behavior, the patriarchy, and asymmetrical power dynamics."

I nodded, remembering that phase.

"But I couldn't believe there wasn't an alternative narrative, that in all of human history there weren't other lines of inquiry and discourse. Which, of course, there are!"

I nodded, waiting.

"So, I've been trying to make those narratives real for me, to change the dynamics around me." She looked at me and waited.

I raised my eyebrows, inviting her to continue.

"Don't you see? All the stuff we've been doing? I've been trying to follow these non-patriarchal story lines, power dynamics…right?"

"I understand, I guess. But does that explain the mysterious sex we've been having, or…this?" I waved my hands.

She turned away, her face a mixture of emotion. "Yeah…I mean sort of… I mean…some of it…but…" She leaned into me and sighed. "It's not working…"

"I'm not sure I understand, Jade. You've been trying to change the dynamics between us, on your own? And…what's not working about it?"

"You." She said simply.

"Me?" My eyebrows shot up. Not defensively, just not understanding.

"Yeah. I've been doing everything I can to have you play by different rules, and nothing's changed."

This was getting a little weird.

"But what's worse is that I'm not into it!" She buried her face in her hands and started laughing, or maybe crying. Definitely getting weird.

"Jade." I held her close. "What are you talking about?"

She shook her head a little. "Lise told me you wouldn't change, and now I see she's right. Why did you let her go?"

What? "Umm, let her go? She's a grown woman. She's got a thriving business. Why would she give that up because I didn't 'let' her?

"Jade. This is very confusing. I'm trying to understand but it's not making sense. Can I repeat back what I heard so you can tell me what I missed?"

She nodded, waiting.

"Okay. 1. You recognized so much of the historical narratives around sex are predominantly male-centric. 2. You found alternative narratives which you were using to try and change your own dynamics…with me…, but 3. It hasn't been working and it's because of me. 4. You're not even sure you'd be happy if it was working.

"What am I missing?"

"That's it."

"What am I doing that's preventing you from changing the narrative?"

"Nothing. That's just it. You're not doing anything. You do exactly what I want, and you don't do anything. How do I know I'm changing things when you don't do anything?"

I screwed up my face. "Do you mean I don't initiate sex with you?" Because I sure as hell do!

"No. It's not like that. You're an amazing lover. You couldn't do more than you're doing for me."

I just shook my head, eyebrows raised.

"It doesn't matter. I'm not getting through to you. It's like Lise said: 'You're so into you, you don't see what we see.' But that's not bad!" She could see my reaction. "It's just that we, I, er she, need to be more obvious with you to get the message across." She held out her hands, as if that would make things clearer.

My head was going six different directions. "Lise…said what? When? Obvious, how?"

She held my arm across her belly, her warmth reminding me what she felt like, why I enjoyed being with her.

"You are a beautiful man, Elroy, and I am awed by your brilliance. But as smart as you are, sometimes you can be so dumb. Let me try it this way: I've been trying to change our dynamic for over 3 months so that you are the instrument of my pleasure, a complete reversal of the patriarchy. Don't you get it?

"I promised myself I wouldn't tell you, because that would make it too easy, but after this," she waved her hands toward the piercings, "I don't know how much more obvious I can make it."

Lost. I was totally lost. Maybe she's right. Maybe I'm an idiot. "Wait. And you were discussing this with Lise? And she said I'd never get it? And, hold on, wait," I held up my hand to make space, "you've been trying to subvert the patriarchy by somehow, unilaterally, without telling me, or asking me, creating a different power dynamic between us? And Lise was in on this? And she thought it was a good idea?" Shit. If that's what's been going on, it'll be my turn to put a stop to it. "That's about as far from honesty and transparency as we could get, Jade!" Not to mention just stupid. No, not stupid; naïve. But why would Lise even let her consider it? "Can you tell me, exactly, what Lise said when you talked about it?" Maybe something was salvageable from the last year.

She could see how angry I was getting, her eyes growing wide, her hands holding tighter to my arm, pressing it against her skin. "Nononono. That's not it! It wasn't…isn't like that at all! Oh god, Elroy, no! That would be a horrible idea! I have been totally honest and completely transparent about this! It's just you haven't been hearing me… or Lise!"

I could feel my body reacting: my heart rate increasing, my blood pressure rising, my vision narrowing. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, slowly, imagining the place where I find peace.

"Elroy? Are you angry? Please don't be angry. Fuck." Her voice started to waver. "I don't want to start crying, damnit!"

I nodded slightly, raising a finger to acknowledge her, while focusing on reducing the adrenaline rush. After a few more moments, I exhaled and hugged her. "Let me try again. I wasn't getting angry. I was feeling threatened. I don't like feeling threatened. I don't like being confused. I feel as if I've been manipulated, by you and Lise, and I very much don't want to believe that. I have very strong feelings for both of you, but what you've been saying feels very wrong to me. So let me try to understand again.

"You say that both of you have been totally open about this, but you said a minute ago that you 'didn't want to tell me because that would be too easy.' That sounds like you were trying out an experiment, is that a better way of framing it?"

She had tears in her eyes, her mouth pressed closed, the corners downturned. She nodded slightly.

"And you discussed it with Lise to see how you might make it work?" It hit me. "Oh! This was an extension of your diary study. For your thesis. A 'first-hand' experience you could explore, right?"

She nodded, tears dripping down her cheeks.

I breathed in and out. "But," I paused to make sure I was saying the next thing as carefully as possible, "isn't there a process…protocol…to make sure people are safe? Did it occur to you, or your advisers, that this might do harm?" I hugged her to let her know I wasn't angry, but that she had put me in harm's way.

"But I tried," she said, her voice catching. "I did!" Her hands clenching, revealing her frustration. "But it was hard! You seemed to get it when I'd try. Remember when I wanted to see the dungeon for the first time? I told you I wanted to go, to understand the power relationship firsthand in an entire room outfitted with equipment especially for domination." She looked at me, pleading. "And you said, 'You want me to introduce you to that kind of sex?' Don't you remember? And I said it was impossible for me to understand it just from watching porn or reading the literature.

"And I said it was for my study and that you were to act as if I was an instrument of your pleasure. You remember? And then I explained that I wanted to understand the patriarchy's belief in objectification of women's bodies so I could find an analog.

"I said all that, and you laughed and said 'Okay,' and then you brought me downstairs and did the most amazing things to me…with me."

She was sobbing at the end, from frustration I figured. But I remembered that first time, and I barely remembered that specific interchange, the word 'analog,' sparking bemusement. And I remembered the next several times, when she asked me to show her the other toys and positions, and her growing fascination, or maybe it was desire, with that part of the house.

"Yes," I acknowledged, "we had that conversation. Did you introduce all of your explanations in the same way? And did you get a sense I had been provided informed consent?

"Isn't that a requirement for any human subject experiment, not to mention having sex with someone on campus, right? Isn't that what the handbooks all say?"

She smiled and laughed through her tears at the last part, nodding.

"So, with a straight face, Jade, do you really believe you offered me informed consent for your series of…experiments?"

"I…" she started tentatively, "I really thought of them more as journeys, or self-interventions…I…I…" She quieted and buried her face in my neck. "I'm sorry. I…I'm so sorry." She broke down and cried for real, bringing her arms around me into an embrace. After a long while she settled. I've been the idiot, haven't I?"

I had had time to think, and I remembered our first dinner together, my concerns about her youth, and then later, Lise's questions. We had both been stupid; there was plenty of blame to share. I backtracked to a different point she'd just been trying to make. "The dungeon…you asked me to make you an instrument of my pleasure, but just before that you were talking about me being an instrument of your pleasure…and it wasn't working. It wasn't working because I wasn't doing anything. Did you mean that you couldn't tell if I was becoming an instrument of your pleasure because I wasn't doing anything different from what you'd been experiencing before?"

She hiccuped and nodded.

I grunted slightly, shaking my head. "But objectification, isn't what I do, Jade. Right? It's about pleasure, but mutual pleasure, not making you an instrument. Except when it's mutual. When you asked me to introduce you to the dungeon, you explicitly said you wanted to be my instrument. But you never extended the same courtesy…erm…invitation to me.

"You can't force someone to be your instrument. I mean, people do, but it's just a different form of violence…of rape. You understand that, right?

"And…I'm confused about Lise's role in this. I'm having trouble believing she would feel differently about all that…which is why I'm curious to know what you two talked about, exactly." I paused. "But no. I don't want to have that conversation with just you; Lise needs to be a part of it. That can wait until we can talk together."

I stared at her, her face, her new jewelry glinting in the slivers of sunset through the den windows.

"And finally, this," I waved at her pierced body, "and your comment that you don't even want it anymore, wait, what did you just say? 'I'm not into it anymore?'"

She whimpered and shook her head. "I like being the focus of your desire. I like it when you get hard just staring at me, even if I'm totally dressed." She started out quietly, embarrassed. "I get so wet, late at night when I remember how I can make you moan, just by peeling my underwear down and exposing myself to you. I don't want to stop that!"

Sheesh. So fucking young. What did Lise say to me? 'She thinks she knows what she wants, but she feels very differently.' At the time we were talking about something entirely different…at least I had been; maybe Lise had meant this. I stared at her jewelry.

"And this?" I pointed at her nipples, swollen and red. "Is this you telling me you want to permanently, be an instrument of my desire?"

The choice of article wasn't lost on her. Her mouth dropped and she shivered a little, her nipples vibrating at the movement of her breasts.

"I…maybe," she said breathlessly, almost too quietly to hear. "I don't know. That's why I wanted you get something too. I can't stand that I'm buying into the patriarchy! That you aren't meeting me half-way and that I'm letting it happen!"

Oh. Now I got it. That wasn't going to be a problem. All sorts of pieces suddenly clicked into place. She needed assurance that her new found submissive pleasures were a mutual negotiation, not relinquishing her principles. "Nothing would give me greater pleasure than for you to be the focus of my desire, Jade…except being the focus of yours."

She melted, her eyes overflowing, her arms tightening around me.

She breathed softly for a while, our pulses keeping time "But…what about…does that mean, Lise…or someone else…that there might be…room to have others with us?"

Hmmm. She wasn't finished with that part of her studies; or maybe she'd truly gotten into it.

"Nothing's changed, Jade," I replied, thinking through the possibilities. "You've just come to an important realization about your needs, about the things you've come to understand about yourself.

"This," I waved my hands, "'survey course' you've been exploring, it's been a great idea, actually. Too few people have had the chance to learn about all the different ways they might experience pleasure. You've been privileged to discover something so core to your desires." I leaned in to kiss her.

When I pulled away, her face was looking down at her new jewelry, or maybe at my erection pushing at my zipper. Her vulnerability was a turn-on for me; she'd zero'd in on that correctly. Getting to the honesty, finally, was a turn-on for me. She nicked on her lower lip as her expression lit up. "I…I'm too sore to even think about it, but I want to do something to help you. I don't even want to think about it. I just want to be with you, to give you pleasure; that actually makes me horny!" She reached down to undo my pants, slipping them down past my knees. Her face was thoughtful, in spite of her words, her eyes unfocused as she lightly stroked my erection through my boxers. Her expression shifted, her eyes focusing on my face. "Did you enjoy watching Jerome shave me today? Do you like seeing me bare? How about when he clamped my nipples? Or my lips? Did you wish it was you doing that?"

Her enthusiasm came on like a light switch, the pensive, embarrassed shyness disappeared, replaced with an eagerness, her arousal suddenly channeled. Focused. Intentional. Each question, each stroke, sparked a memory from the past couple of hours.

I laughed. "I'm seeing you spread open, for anyone to see, Tracy videoing you, the station entrance open to the rest of the room, just like your entrance, your smell was all around us. You were so on fire, weren't you?"

She nodded, a blush traveling from her face down her neck, so long since she's blushed! squeezing my shaft through the fabric, giggling as it pulsed in response. "I'm on fire now," she said quietly. "Weirdly, this is helping with the pain." She peeled back the boxers' waistband, reaching in with her hand to shift my cock up, exposing its head, the elastic pressing against the shaft. Her finger toyed with the flesh just beneath the head, slightly grazing the purple margin, perhaps by accident or on purpose. I breathed out through my diaphragm.

"I like when you make that noise. I want to hear you make that noise over and over again." She lifted her finger and sat back, staring at me. "It was so fun today! I loved being exposed! I didn't know they were going to do it that way! Nothing prepared me for that part. Do you think they do it on purpose?"

Wow. Mercurial. I shook my head, both as a response and a reaction to her quick shifts, and grunted, my cock straining against its restraint, pulsing to lift a half inch above my pubic bone. She had laid back against the couch cushions, her nipples and labia deep red, the wounds oozing slightly, her aroma drifting up in an invisible cloud. She leaned towards me again, her finger tracing a path from my balls, hidden beneath the fabric, up my cloth covered shaft, stopping just before the exposed skin. Again and again, idly toying with me, watching how hard she could make me.

"I've been looking at accessories," she said offhandedly, her finger lifting, her palm, open, hovering above my glans. I could feel her warmth radiating on it. I pulsed, but she kept her distance. "I'll show you!" She reached for her phone, ignoring me momentarily. "Here!"

She'd brought up the studio's shop, quickly flipping to her cart. "I like these for my nipples, what do you think?" She switched her glance from the screen to my face gauging my reaction.

The first image was of the product itself: a thin steel rod with threaded ends. She swiped to the next that showed how it attached to the nipple rods. She swiped again. "Oooh," she cooed, "this is pretty amazing." It was a high production video showing a closeup of the rod, zooming out. "It's what sold me."

She returned her fingers to my shaft, gently squeezing it as the video played. On screen, a woman was moaning softly, the camera framing her upper torso, her breasts bare and slightly weighted, her nipples connected together by the slender steel. A hand appeared, reaching over her shoulder, its index finger extended, the arm barely covered in light hair. The finger crooked and gently lifted the bar, dragging the woman's breasts upward, her nipples extending and distorting. The soundtrack quieted as the woman's moans increased, the video fading to a brief warning message to play nice.

I looked at Jade's face staring at the screen, her eyes flicking to mine, down to her nipples, red and swollen, to my cock, trapped, its head engorged.

"Nice, right? You imagining doing that to me? Oh! And yeah! Look." She showed the additional recommended add-ons: different hooks, attachments to the other sides of the nipple rods, weights and semi-precious stones.

"Aren't penises just the coolest things?" She stroked her fingertip, feather light along my glans, forcing me to moan. My cock jumped. "Yours, Elroy, is really attractive. I've told you that before, right?"

"Yes, JaDE!…fuck! You have." She had scraped her fingernail from its ridge to my hole. "Ohhhh…fuCCK!"

"Too much?" She asked, pulling her hand away.

My cock was as hard as it was going to get, pushing up against the elastic, its head purple and enraged. "No," I breathed. "It's fine. It's just sensitive." I lifted my pelvis to get more comfortable, settling down into the cushion.

"Oh. There's more!" She turned back to her phone, back to her cart. "Look," she said more guardedly, "I don't know if I can afford it, but it's a whole system."

The image showed a coil of rope, a set of attachments.. clips…and a set of…shields. She flicked to the next and the pieces were laid out, showing a variety of arrangements. Flicking again showed a woman's torso, naked, her breasts tied down, the rope crisscrossing her belly, feeding through rings along the sides of a shield, positioned over her labia, sealing off her vagina.

"She looks like Wonder Woman," Jade said softly. "I really liked this." She looked up. "Do you?"

My penis pulsed, catching her eye.

"I'll take that as a yes." She lightly stroked the fabric, feeling my pulse. "They don't show it, but there are accessories for my nipple rods that clip onto the ropes, too, so, I…erm…can be tied up top to bottom." She said the last part quietly, as if uncertain about my opinion.

"I'm sure we can make good use of those," I nodded to her screen, "as soon as you're healed." I could feel my penis swelling at the fun times in the dungeon.

"Can you cum like this?" She paused. "Without my touching you. Just like this? Have you ever been able to cum without touching yourself?"

She was all over the place; maybe from the pain, or from relief at her confession. I thought back. "When I was younger…my first year in college, in a double. I didn't want my roommate to know I was jacking off…yeah, I got pretty good at it."

"Ohhh, yes! Show me! Please?"

I looked at how excited she was at the prospect. "Ummm, I'll try but I haven't done it in a long time. I'm not sure I even remember how I did it."

Her expression changed, her eyes narrowed and her smile got thinner. "Hmmm. I think that'll be your assignment: self stimulate or you don't get to cum until I give you another chance." She sat back and started playing a game on her phone. She glanced at me, gauging my reaction.

Hmmm. Is that the way it's going…? My arousal spiked as I thought about submitting to her, imagining my cock splurting cum onto my stomach, imagining her leaning down and licking it from my skin. I started pushing my pubis upward and back in a gentle rocking motion. My movement caught her eye, momentarily distracting her from her phone.

"Uhnuhn, Elroy." She touched the top of my pubic triangle with just the tip of her finger, a fingernail's thickness away from my hole. "No help from your underwear."

"I'm imagining you cleaning up the mess after I cum, mistress. With your mouth. Sliding your hot wet mouth across my skin, sucking my slick semen in between your lips, your tongue licking up any last evidence. Would you do me the kindness of that, after I jet onto my body?"

She giggled at my tone, her teeth nibbling away, her aroma intensifying.

"But, seriously," I continued, "I might need your help." I lay back and closed my eyes, thinking back to our second time in the dungeon, so many months ago…a time in which she had climaxed so intensely, or for such an extended time, she lost consciousness for a quick minute.

"You ready?" We had smoked some weed, and the world had shifted 23 degrees off center. Naked, we entered the dungeon at her request, a couple of weeks after her first experience.

She licked her lips and nodded, shivering as the heat kicked on. We had discussed, non-stop it sometimes felt, her reaction the last time, why she had broken down, but didn't feel sad. When she revisited the experience, she kept returning to the restraints; her heart rate increased, and her eyes moistened every time she thought about being tied down. She was more curious than frightened, wondering if she had suppressed a childhood trauma. She had made a note to ask her mother about it.

"I'd want to listen to that conversation," I laughed. She looked confused. "How would you tee it up? 'Hi, mom. The other day, after my lover tied me up in his S&M dungeon, I started crying uncontrollably. Anything I should know about from my childhood that might explain that?'"

Her initial irritation dissolved into giggles. "Seriously? Give me some credit, yeah? And my mom. It won't be that direct, but I won't have to pussyfoot around either."

I shrugged. I hadn't met her mother, what did I know? I turned to the room. "You've had a taste of the 'weight machine.' There's plenty more to try there, but many of its best attributes are only possible with more than two people."

I turned to the pommel horse, a leather covered sausage shaped piece supported above the floor by two adjustable chrome legs. "C'mon over here and let's get it situated for you."

I remembered how skeptical she was, not seeing anything other than its wide, slightly curved surface.

My cock thickened at the memory of that next half-hour, pulsing against its restraint.

I set the height so that she could straddle it and comfortably reach her heels to the floor. Inviting her to swing her leg over it, I confirmed her pussy was an inch above the surface when she was standing. If she fatigued, once the fun started, she could relax onto the horse, taking the weight off her legs.

"You can hold either one of these handles," I coached her, pointing to two ebony u-shaped pieces; one in front of her, the other behind. She naturally took the one in front in both hands. "Perfect. Okay. Restrained or not?"

She looked at her hands and feet and back to me, confused about how I would manage it. "Ummm," she licked her lower lip, "restrained?"

I nodded and opened a cabinet, removing several belts. I wrapped one behind her, attaching it to the sides of the front handle. It rode just at her hips, the inner side smooth against her skin. I repeated the process the opposite direction, attaching the belt to the handle behind her, its leather pressing against her pubis. The only direction she could move was up and down, and even there only in a limited way.

"You good?"

She nodded, wondering what was going to happen.

I pulled open a panel at the the rear of the horse and pulled a lever, dropping the seat beneath her. Pulling it further slid the surface back and away to reveal a complex of devices.

She looked down. From her vantage point, it looked like a steampunk machine: black rods, shiny gears, and complex screws. "Oh no," she gasped, imagining what was going to happen next.

"Shhh, little rabbit," I stroked her back from her shoulders to the top of the belt. The pot had hit us by then and she shivered. "You are going to take a ride on the horse," I said gently, "and you're going to cum like you've never cum before." I always said that for first timers: it was probably going to happen no matter what, but raising expectations usually helped.

She squeaked, sitting down in reaction.

I moaned, remembering her anticipation. I remembered my cock had thickened at what was about to happen, and sympathetically, my cock pulsed.

"What were you imagining?" Her voice interrupted the memory.

"You. On the horse. Fuck that was sweet." I raised my pelvis to push against the waistband and she 'tsked' me, leaning in for a kiss.

"That was fucking amazing, Elroy. I want to do that again when I'm able." She drew her finger across the fabric, down my shaft, dragging a second moan from me. "Don't let me stop you," she teased.

The mechanism was insanely complicated, customizable for almost any anatomy: size, position, angle. I intended to penetrate her in both holes, and the beauty was that she not only didn't need to cooperate, she couldn't escape it.

"Let's start with that cute cunt of yours, Jade. You just tell me when you can't take any more."

She gasped in surprise when the first rod touched her lips; she involuntarily stood up in response, only to have it continue to press against them and continue until she was standing on tiptoe. It was slick, self-lubricating, pressing against her inner labia, dragging them into her for a brief moment before it stopped. "Oh fuck! Elroy! Fuck! It's…it's not seated right…it's…ohhh!!" I warned her not to let go of the handle under any circumstances; she turned to me, her face flushing from the pot, from arousal, and maybe from the first hint of fear.

The rod pulled back, taking her labia with it, coating them, before starting the next cycle, changing its angle subtly. She had resettled, her butt planted on the leather, relaxing her legs, shifting herself to give the rod better access.

"Oh god oh god oh godohgodoHGOD!!! Stop! STOP!"

I pressed a button. The rod retracted a half-inch impaling her up to her cervix. If she didn't want it that deep, she'd need to stand. I started the second rod.

She looked down as the machine clanked and whirred, the vibrations transmitting through her thighs. And again she jerked when the rod touched her anus.

"NononononoohhohhhhoooooHOoohhhhOOOOHHHFUCK!"

She had tried to avoid it, standing up, but the intruder kept advancing. Tapered at the tip, the rod was designed to expand her rosebud, pushing deep into her rectum. Standing, her heels raised a couple inches above the floor she began to whimper, knowing she would eventually sit back down and that she would be at the machine's mercy.

I came around to the front, leaning in to kiss her, my hand sliding down over her slit, her clit swollen to greet me.

"You might want to sit down," I suggested, staring into her eyes. She was focused inward, feeling the rods pressed against the muscle separating her channels, imagining what it was going to do, anticipating pain. She had no idea what to expect, but pain was not on the menu. She shook her head unconsciously, but sat, wincing at a pinch that never materialized.

"Here we go," I reassured her. "Sit tight and enjoy the ride."

She sat, and the machine slowly started to probe her, adjusting its pace, the subtle angle of the rods, accelerating and decelerating until they had found the least uncomfortable configuration.

She sighed as it began to move, first slowly, and then with increasing speed, more unpredictably. She groaned when the vaginal rod was fully extended, keeping her pinned while the anal rod moved easily in and out of her.

She moaned when they both retreated, leaving her clit needy and exposed, and then cheered quietly when they both entered her, first one and then the other.

I moaned, the memory of that scene, my cock rock hard, then and now. I could feel a trickle of cum traveling up my urethra, blocked by the elastic band.

"Oooh! What is that? Is that cum, Elroy? Are you cumming for me?"

I grunted, still not close to climaxing, but on my way, remembering her face, the ecstasy she was experiencing as she rode the horse, or, probably more precisely, it rode her.

"OHGODOHGODNONONFUCKFUCKYES!!!"

The machine kicked into middle gear pumping the rods alternately to keep at least one hole filled at a time. She was bumping on the seat, trying to push her clit against the front rod, but frustrated in her efforts.

"You ready to explode, Jade?" I whispered in her ear, my cock, hot and swollen, pressing against her thigh. "You'll need to ask for it."

She turned to me, her eyes unfocused, her face slack. "Whaaaht?"

"You need to ask me to help. You won't cum this way. We both know it." I kept my voice lowered and gentle: an adviser, not a punisher.

"OHIHOH…OHOHOH…OHOHOH"

The machine had switched to a different pattern—the anal rod extended, holding her in place, the vaginal rod pumping with moderately fast strokes—her moans punctuated by its pauses. Her knuckles were pale from gripping the handle. Her thighs were squeezing the sides of the horse's body, her breasts bouncing a little off her chest. "Okay. Okay. Okay," the words puffing out with each cycle. "Please…please…please…oh fuck oh fuccckkkk, please…"

I stroked her spine and gently brushed her nipples, comforting her, urging her to give me what I asked. I could see the tip of her clit, squished out from its hood, the rod pushing against it from the inside.

"Please! Fuck oh fuck, please oh fuck. Yes, please give me it, give me it, please let me cumpkeaseletmecumpleaseletmecum."

I could feel my ejaculate collecting at the base of my shaft, my prostate letting down its fluids, my balls curling up against my perineum. I was close, seeing Jade's shaved cunt in front of me, remembering her full bush against the horse, hearing her pleas for release, I rode the horse with her, the rush of sperm and semen building.

"Okay," I warned her, "hold your horses." I turned another knob and heard, before I could get to see it, the third rod extend out to gently push against her clit. Tipped with a silicon brush, it swaddled her swollen button in a slick play of sensations: fluid and firm, tiny tongues brushing and laving, sweeping and pulsing.

She screamed and went rigid, her arms extended and stiff, her back arched, her pelvis pushing against the seat, against the third rod, her holes gripping and failing to hold the other two as they both moved inside. I watched as she let down her fluid, streaming down the front rod, dripping into the floor.

The memory of her, stiff, her mouth open in a silent scream, her hands gripping the handle to keep from falling, the sound of the machine, whirring, the sound of the rods squelching, my cock hard as steel pointing at her, throbbing…

I jerked and moaned as I felt Jade's fingers holding the elastic away, the freedom pushing me over the edge; my muscles spasmed, my cock jumped up, grazing her fingers, and the first jet of crème shot across my stomach. And again, the sperm tumbling up my shaft, the muscles working together to eject the next spurt. And again, this time dribbling out the hole and dripping like wax onto my pubic hair.

"Oh my god ohmygod! You did it! You really did it!" She clapped a little and lifted the elastic to get a better look. I pulsed a fourth time emitting a cannonball of cum onto her face, her eyes slamming shut in surprise. And another pulse, a small blob flowing onto my head.

She leaned in to gently lick it off, watching my cock jerk, dipping down to suck my crème out of my hair, slurping up the line of dots and dashes to the top of my stomach, and back again as my penis ejaculated yet another weak stream.

The memory of her, stiff, open mouthed, returned, her convulsing, squeezing against the rods, her moaning…it was one of the most beautiful moments we'd had together, lasting for several minutes until she collapsed over the belts and went under. A few moments later she begged me to make it stop.

Afterwards, after helping her lift her leg over the seat, her thighs and labia sticky and shiny, the horse's machinery exposed and alien, she laid down on the floor curled up in a ball, dreamy and smiling, holding me tight, whispering how much she loved me.