Jade Unicorn Ch 08

These scenes stretch the Literotica categories: the chapter is as much about fetish as erotic couplings, domination as well as mind control. In brief, for folks cumming in here directly, Jade, a PhD Anthropology student, has focused on becoming part of a thruple with Lise and Elroy, two slightly older adults with very different and far greater experience. As usual, I enjoyed writing it, in the hope you have enjoyed reading it. Please leave me a comment and/or rate it. I get a spark of pleasure hearing positive feedback. - ek.

"You here?"

"I just landed. It'll take awhile to get through customs. You still okay picking me up?"

"You still okay getting boned?"

I helped her put her bag in the back while she settled into the car.

"You look as amazing as ever," I leaned over, bringing her into a kiss. Her breath smelled minty.

"Stop it," she laughed, "I look like I've been on a plane for seven hours. God I need these off of me."

She unbuttoned her vest and slipped her shirt off. "Oh, that feels so much better." She rolled down the window, the wind whipping her hair.

I licked my lips, glancing between the road and her nipples; exactly as I remembered them: deep pink against her lighter dusty rose areolas, thick and erect. Her chest and arms were pale, with a hint of color.

"You two figure it out?" She turned to look at me.

I hmmphed a laugh. "Figure it out?" I smiled at her. "What's to figure out? We're having a nice time. We're happy you're back…"

"I'm not going to be here long…"

"…and she's gotten into some shit I think you're better at than me."

"You're having a nice time?"

"Wait. What? How long?"

"Wait. What? What shit?"

We stared at each other, starting to talk at the same time. I waited.

"A month. I have to go back. And then…" She raised her hands and shrugged.

"You'll stay with us…?" It was difficult not to stare at her; she did it to me on purpose: exposing herself in public as if no one could tell. I could tell and it distracted me, made me hard. She did it because she liked to be naked, because she could, and, I liked to think, to hope, because she also knew it excited me.

"That would be nice. I'd like that.

"Now, what shit is it I can help with?"

Jade wasn't home when we got there; it was her day to run the research group meeting. I checked the time: 3:06.

"You probably want to freshen up, take a shower, rest…?"

"Fuck that," she reached for my belt, slipping her hand in my waistband and dragged me to the master bedroom. "Yes. I need a shower." She pulled my head toward her, burying my face under her arm. "Unless you could keep it up while you're smelling that." She let me go and removed the rest of her clothes, nodding slightly that she expected, needed, to see me naked.

I stared at her as I undressed, the blond fine hairs of her bush matted, her skin flushed pink. She pushed down on my shoulders, my eyes fixed on her sex, her intentions clear. I dropped to my knees and buried my nose in her.

"Right? You couldn't eat that dirty fucking cunt unless I took a shower? I sat on the plane the entire time getting juiced up for you, making sure I was as filthy as I could get. You can lick me clean. That'll be my shower."

I would never say 'filthy' and Lise's cunt in the same sentence. When her juices were fresh, they were like a single flower. When they were like they had been at that moment, hours old, they were like a bouquet: a bowl of ripe fruit. There was nothing nasty about eating from Lise's cunt. I tipped my mouth up, wrapping my arms around her cheeks and pulled her pussy against my lips, thrusting my tongue as deep into her as I could. I lapped at her, immersing myself in her bouquet, tasting her sweat, and urine, and musk, running my tongue through her slit and up to her clit, her raspberry clit, already stiff.

She pressed my head against her, making noises, telling me how much she'd missed me, how unsatisfied the men she'd been fucking had left her.

I amused her, I amused myself, but we both knew she really did need to shower and get some sleep.

She pulled my head away and nodded to the bathroom, dragging me there by my stiffening cock.

Standing under the hot spray she pushed me to my knees and pressed my lips against her, the warm acrid taste of her piss flowing into my mouth. I grunted, pressing harder against her, letting her use me.

This was still unfamiliar territory with her even though she'd played light power games with Jade and me prior to her leaving. I must have given off a vibe or she picked up on my submissive nature. Being a bottom wasn't unusual for me—Eva and I often switched, both with each other and with other couples—but I was surprised when Lise started taking command.

"I needed that, El." She held my face next to hers in the bed. "I swear you're a magician in bed."

I laughed. "And I think you're a witch!"

She smothered me in kisses, her nipples pressing against my chest, the wet spot a constant reminder of our climaxes. The memory of her face, her expression lost in a swirl of sensations, as I slowly fucked her: long slow penetrations, pressing my pubic bone against her clit, followed by long slow extractions, her hands struggling to stop me, until she couldn't stop herself from climaxing, wrapping her legs around me, rubbing herself against me.

I heard the front door open and Jade shouting out a greeting.

"In the bedroom!"

She came bounding in a few moments later, her excitement at seeing Lise bursting out of her—the smile on her face and the energy of her entrance.

"You're here!" She jumped on the bed, hugging the two of us before burrowing between us, planting kisses on Lise's eyes and nose, her ears and cheeks. Lise was laughing and wriggling from her attention, her arm caught beneath her body, defenseless against Jade's onslaught.

She was in her regular school "uniform:" cut-offs and a t-shirt. Lise managed to get the shirt pulled up as far as her bra, but with only one hand free was stuck.

"Jade," I whispered in her ear, "if you want to play, you'll need to slow down a little." I reached across her midriff, found the snap on her waistband, and was able to slip her shorts and briefs down to her knees.

"I need to taste you," she said, her voice tight and high.

Lise looked at me and smiled, opening her legs, inviting her in. As Jade slid down her body, Lise pulled the tee up over her head. I unhooked her bra letting friction pull it off her breasts.

"Oh, fuck," she sighed. "It's both of you. A cream pie with frosting!"

I moved to the floor at the foot of the bed, pulling her clothes off her feet, spreading her legs, pushing up on her pelvis, and burying my face in her pussy. She jerked, her moan muffled by Lise's cunt.

Every once in awhile she'd surface for a breath, my tongue and fingers forcing a brief shriek before she dove back in. I had no idea what was going on with Lise, but I figured she was enjoying the attention even if she was close to exhaustion.

I kept playing with her, feeling her contract and squeeze my fingers, my tongue lapping her juices, her clit deep pink and needy, until I saw the signs: her thighs tightening, a high keening (barely audible above the squishing noises coming from both of their pussies) and an arch to her back as she pushed down on my mouth, grinding her clit against whatever she could find.

She hung there on the precipice for heartbeats, and then she toppled, liquid flowing out of her, her vagina squeezing hard. I imagined her mouth opening.

"Oh fuck!" Lise's legs swung on top of Jade's back, her feet grabbing her ass just above my forehead. "Yes, yes, yES, YES!" And she apparently had another climax. I wasn't counting; I was simply happy we could give her such a sweet homecoming.

My cock was hard, but not uncomfortable, sticking out at half mast. I joined them on the bed, drifting in and out of sleep.

"Shhh," I motioned to Jade to get up as quietly as possible.

She looked at Lise, who mumbled something, before lightly moving off the bed to follow me out of the room. I closed the door, heading to the kitchen.

She embraced me in a hug, smooshing her lips against mine, her tongue licking her own dried cum from my mouth. "It's so great she's back," she said, sliding into a chair and flipping open her laptop.

I shook my head, amazed that she could move from one scene—intense, intimate—to her regular routine in a heartbeat. Maybe it was generational, but I was too young to be thinking that way. I grabbed two glasses of water and offered her one.

"She'll be staying with us for a bit," I started.

She looked up, cocking her head. "She's not…she's leaving again?" She registered my nod. "When?"

I shrugged. "A month? Who knows with her job. She said a month."

Jade pressed her lips into a line, the corners tipping up slightly. "Well, we should enjoy her as much as we can while she's here. I'm glad she wants to stay with us at least."

I nodded slightly, contemplating our situation. Jade was engrossed in her screen, but my computer was in the office, and I'd left my phone in the bedroom. I debated whether I should leave it there, and start making some dinner, or retrieve it in case it rang and disturbed her.

Retrieving it won the debate. I stood up, inhaling the aroma of both women, Lise's bouquet mixing with Jade's fresh mowed hay. Lingering in that moment, I enjoyed the mixture of their fragrances, the perfume a jolt from my nose up to my brain, down my spine to my cock. It jerked a little, reminding me I hadn't cum since…I looked at the clock not knowing how long we'd been out.

"You okay, there?" Jade had looked up when I hadn't moved, her eyes drawn to my penis's movements.

I chuckled. "Yeah. Just breathing the two of you in."

She smiled and nodded, returning to her work.

"You taking notes?" I stretched my arms up, pushing my torso forward in a long stretch, feeling my back muscles letting go.

"Hah! Kind of. I told you I'm focusing on post coital behavior, right?"

I shook my head, as much in disbelief as in answer to the question.

"Yeah. We both conked out this time, but that's not our usual pattern."

"So, you are taking notes?"

She laughed again. "Not…sort of." She turned her laptop to show me: it was a spreadsheet of sorts, covered in color-coded squares.

I nodded. "You're coding data." I smiled and turned to the bedroom. "I'm thinking of making shrimp pasta. You want to make a salad?" She acknowledged with a mumble as I went down the hall.

Lise was snoring lightly, her legs spread open, the sheets mussed at the foot of the bed. I found my phone and took a few pictures: a portrait in sexual release, relaxed, all pretense abandoned; hedonistic pleasure satisfied. I had one of them enlarged and framed. It hangs in the bathroom off my office, a reminder of that month; the last time the three of us spent time, all together.

"So, what's the new shit she's been getting into?" We were having lunch; Jade was at school.

"What? Oh. Yeah. The piercings. Turns out she's into bindings, restraints, rope work. I think she's turning into a bottom."

She nodded. "That tracks."

"Right. So, I think she'd benefit from your expertise." I smiled at her reaction; a cat-eating-canary smile.

"I'll have a chat and see what's up."

There were nights where I didn't see either of them. Lise would raise an eyebrow as soon as Jade came home and invite her to the dungeon. I was just as happy to have her help. Not that I didn't enjoy Jade's constant attention and enthusiasm, or her continued academic curiosity and interest. But she was exploring areas where Lise was better equipped to teach. Equipped in all the meanings.

"You've been amazing," I thanked her one night, the rare occasion when Jade was at school. We'd spent the evening in the hot tub, the night air cool against our skin, vapor lifting from the water's surface. "I can tell you've been enjoying it."

She laughed. "Oh? What gave it away?"

What had given it away was the way Lise had moved through the house: as if she had found a place in it. "You feel…comfortable." I waved my arm, the night air raising goosebumps. "Here…in the house. It's different. Settled."

She drifted next to me and wrapped her arms around my waist, tucking her chin on my chest. "She's still adorable. And so earnest! Are you insanely jealous?"

I laughed and rubbed my hand along

her

chest, feeling her nipples, hard and resilient. "I don't even know what that feels like. But I am insanely curious." I bent down to kiss the top of her head.

"You're always welcome, El. You know that, right?"

"Hmmm. I thought it best to give her some time with you, and you with her."

Her hand moved to my cock, waving in the current, her fingers gently curling around its head. "If she doesn't come home too late, I think it would be good for you to join us. She would benefit from you being there. Maybe she'd learn something." She turned her head to look up at me, smiling mischievously.

It could mean two completely different things, and my cock jerked at the thought of both of them. "As you wish, mistress."

She gave me a squeeze and pulled me into a kiss.

It wasn't until a few nights later that our schedules aligned.

"I'll text you when we're ready," Lise told me confidentially. I raised my eyebrows. She shrugged, her mouth twisted.

Trust me.

About an hour later I got the text:

cmon down. just come in. Don't knock.

I undressed and made my way to the room, the mystery making me more curious about what they'd been doing.

I opened the door quietly, not sure what Lise's intentions were, hearing her voice, soft and soothing, before I saw them.

Lise was standing with her back to me, at first glance dressed as she usually was around the house: bare-chested with a pair of underwear. She knew the house rules for the dungeon, so I was puzzled why she had anything on. I couldn't see Jade from where I was standing.

They were both at the small stage, an area Eva and I had reserved for especially public displays: a sub's first pegging, a group entertainment for our larger events. Lise was on the first step, Jade hidden beyond her, apparently on the stage proper.

Lise turned her head and nodded, giving me a clearer view of her costume. It was a costume; one I'd not seen her wear before. I made a face, pointing up and down my own body, shrugging. She smiled and nodded, shrugging in return before turning back.

Her chest was wrapped in a set of leather straps, thin and pale, almost the color of her skin. The pattern revealed her nipples, and I suppose her breasts, but where her breasts began and ended was always difficult for me to determine (and I'd spent a lot of time exploring those edges).

The straps wove their way down to her waist, where they wound across her pubic triangle, down her thighs, and back up behind her to frame her butt cheeks. It was a strange piece of clothing, almost like a Greek goddess or warrior, but so pale it was barely visible. Where had she packed that? Was it something she carried with her on her travels? Why? I had learned about her expertise with rope work, but this was a side I'd never seen of her. My cock stiffened slightly at the implications.

Did she buy it here? Especially for this?

I heard Jade moan, but still couldn't see her, Lise's body blocking my view. But I did see the ropes looped over a hook in the ceiling, and their motion caught my eye.

I walked quietly toward them, Jade's face and then body emerging from behind Lise. She was suspended, face up, the ropes crisscrossing her on her back and front, the knots beautiful: both in their simplicity and the complexity of their arrangement. As I came around to see her fully, she looked completely relaxed, as if she was in a hammock.

No. She is the hammock.

Lise touched her finger to Jade's lips and stepped up the two steps before kneeling down to whisper in her ear. Jade wriggled a little, trying to turn her head.

She was positioned with her head toward me, the ropes, holding her at four points on her body, all converged to the single hook, pulled down to a winch off to the side. Her movements had caused her to turn slightly, Lise's finger pushing on her lips stilled the motion.

I continued towards them until I was standing just beyond Jade's line of vision.

"Elroy is here, Jade. He wanted to see how we are doing. Shall we do something special? The three of us?"

She mumbled something so quietly I couldn't make it out.

"That's fine. That's perfect. Now sleep until I call you back." Lise stood and turned to me, coming down the steps. "She's out." She opened her arms, inviting me into a warm embrace. The leather was smooth against my skin, her nipples rubbery and firm.

"What…?" My cock pressed against the fine hairs of her bush. "Out? What have you been doing with her?"

Lise pulled back and gestured to the steps, sitting down, expecting me to join her.

"You asked me to help with the new 'shit' she was getting into." Lise began, her fingers wrapping around my member, her thumb pressing under the shaft against the rim of its head. "The 'shit' turns out to be a bit more than just rope work."

I waited, enjoying her caresses.

"Yes, she was curious about shibari, and yes, she is definitely a bottom, but I hadn't expected her to take to my suggestions so…hmmm…enthusiastically…isn't the right word—too much energy…ardently? Passionately?…"

"…Honestly."

Lise squeezed me and laughed softly. "Oh yes. That too. She is one of the most truthful people I've met. We're very lucky."

Her use of the pronoun wasn't lost on me. I leaned in to kiss her, inhaling her aroma: sweat, arousal, shampoo, makeup. "Your handiwork is, as always, a work of art. I hope you have been capturing it for her diary?"

Her laughed flowed through me, magical…enchanting. "Yes, yes. Not to worry on that front. She'll have plenty of material for her thesis. Do you want a tour before we continue?"

I nodded, my curiosity obvious.

"C'mon up." She stood, dragging her hand over my glans, pulling me with her. A few steps and we were standing next Jade.

The pattern was so symmetrical, each knot a delicate junction. I didn't recognize the rope: it was silky and black and much smaller gauge than I remembered having in the cabinet. "It's beautiful, Lise. Amazing." I wanted to run my hands along the cords, the way they revealed and hid Jade's skin.

"Thank you! I'm pretty happy with how it came out." She smiled. "It's a variant of a 'spider,' I've been calling it 'The Black Widow.' It really worked tonight."

The spider web was obvious, but the way the ropes both kept Jade's legs apart

and

created a sort of sleeve, as if she'd been wrapped in spider silk, was confounding. Laid out face up, her breasts were exposed but flattened from gravity, the ropes crisscrossing around them, drawing the eye to her areolas and dark nipples.

"She is so young, Elroy!" Lise whispered. "Not just chronologically; her mind! Inquisitive, like a child's! Constantly asking questions!" She leaned in to kiss me. "I know you kept saying it, and it isn't that I haven't been paying attention, but she was so different when we were alone…"

"Is she really asleep?"

Again the laugh. "Oh! Not really. She's in a hypnotic trance," Lise clapped her hands and laughed like a schoolgirl. "She thinks she's lying on a nude beach in the Bahamas."

My face must have looked as surprised as I felt. "Wait. What…? Hypnosis? When were you going to tell me about that hidden talent?"

She just nodded to the floor; her expectations obvious. I knelt at her feet and raised my mouth to her lips, carefully avoiding her raspberry, knowing what she needed.