by Kitsunehi
Dorothy’s ears picked up the mechanical hum of a small motor and watched intently as Trowa’s face screwed into a mask of slight discomfort. She had been wondering exactly what he had been doing, especially since it seemed as though he’d only gotten minimal penetration from the dildo on the saddle, but soon, she understood: the wiry man had impaled himself on what was popularly called a “fucking machine”, complete with a small motor that would rise and lower the sex toy, emulating the thrusts of a lover. The design was interesting to say the least and soon it was obvious that Trowa was very much enjoying the sensation.
But the sensation she experienced was what forced a cry from her mouth, eyes wide and filled with panic. “Quatre, no!” she yelped, squirming to get away. “You’re too big!”
“And I’ve told you this was mine,” he reprimanded, giving her another swat across her sore buttocks. “You’re my wife, you wanted something different, and so I’m giving it to you.”
“But…I…” she stammered, the shock finally registering along with the fact that he was right by all accounts. She did want something different, she had said her body was his…and she had to admit that she really was curious. After all, it couldn’t be that terrible, seeing as she’d watched many a porn where women got off on anal penetration just as much as men did. And besides, if she could take her husband the traditional way, why not a more unusual one?
“Dorothy, I’d really like to try this with you,” Quatre reasoned gently. “I promise you’ll enjoy it, even if it does hurt a little at first. And I’m not too big; Trowa can handle it.”
“I know,” she acquiesced. “I was just a little surprised. Just…be careful, okay?” Her request sounded like pleading to her own ears, but it could have been the fact that next to Trowa’s low moans, she did sound like she was whining.
“I will,” the blond man promised. “Just relax.”
She closed her eyes and drew in a deep, calming breath, waiting. She willed her muscles to relax and concentrated on trying to enjoy herself. The initial probe was strange; the head of his cock rubbed against her opening as though testing the resistance of her body. She twitched a little, out of pure reflex and managed to chuckle an apology when his fingers stole to her sides to tickle at her ribs for a moment.
Once again, she felt strong thumbs prying her buttocks apart, the fleshy head probing at her opening again. She screwed up her face and bit her lip as a slight burning sensation began at her backside. That wasn’t what she expected and it wasn’t as uncomfortable as she had imagined, but it still hurt as he pressed forward, withdrawing again moments later, only to begin again, pushing a little further each time.
“Fuck, you’re so tight…” Quatre breathed, pushing himself another inch further into her body. “And now every part of you is really mine…”
“It…hurts…” she whimpered, trying to block out the pain.
“Try pushing a bit,” he suggested. “It helps. And why don’t you look at Trowa? I think you’ll enjoy the view.”
Dorothy found herself looking at Trowa and catching her breath for a moment. The Romani man was in the early throes of passion, his body covered in a light sheen of sweat. His normally passive face was contorted into an expression that could only be described as erotically sublime. His cheeks were coloring from the lack of breath that was being inhaled and exhaled in short bursts, heaving his entire chest for brief, sporadic seizures of pleasure. It truly was a beautiful sight and she found herself gasping at the rush of wanting to see him peak.
The second gasp came when she felt her husband make one last thrust forward, his balls lightly brushing over the back of her hypersensitive thighs, his pubic hair seemingly abrading her sore buttocks. She had expected it to hurt as much as it had in the beginning, only to find that her body was rapidly adjusting and it was actually quite nice to have him buried inside her. He rocked a little and she moaned loudly, her eyes beginning to close at the exquisite sensation of his cock sliding in and out just a very little bit…
“Dorothy,” he whispered, grasping on to her hips. “Oh Allah…that’s so perfect…”
“You should look over there,” she responded absently as she watched Trowa begin to writhe on the cylinder. “It’s really…quite…lo-oooh!”
“Maybe,” the Arabian man agreed, pulling himself back a bit before snapping his hips forward again. “But I bet he will be enjoying his show very soon, too. Trowa, pay attention or you’ll suffer for it and you know it.”
On command, green eyes snapped open obediently, devouring the sight before him of Dorothy still tied down, nipples clamped with intricate silver chains barely pooling on the expensive Persian carpet, her face flushed with arousal as her own gaze raked over him. Quatre was behind her, barely moving, but it was obvious that his hips were rocking out of her and back in, his eyes nearly closed in ecstasy, his normally fair skin beginning to color was well. Slowly, the thrusts became harder and Dorothy’s lovely, heavy breasts began to jiggle slightly, swaying forward and back with the motion of her body.
He could feel the warm, slick dildo sliding in and out, almost at the same slow pace as his lover and he found himself panting and groaning, squeezing the toy tightly with his muscles as it drew out. He could imagine the way they both felt and he desperately wished that he would be allowed to touch himself, although even if he were, there would be no guarantee of being allowed an orgasm. The thought of being able to squeeze and fondle his aching shaft forced another languid twitch from the bound organ and he had to force himself to breathe.
Instead, he fixated on the slightly open mouth of his lover for just a few seconds, watching a nervous tongue to wet plush lips and he nearly went over the edge again. He had no idea what was making him so easily aroused and ready to explode all of the sudden, but it was such a delicious pain that he found himself thrusting back against the latex rod inside his body, sparks of amazing pleasure spiking along his cock as his prostate was being prodded and stroked. It was pure torment. It was torture. It was wonderful.
Dorothy wasn’t even bothering to swallow her gasping sobs as Quatre began to thrust just a little harder than before, rocking just a little faster, his right hand trailing down to tug at the finely groomed honey-colored curls between her legs. That stimulation alone wrenched a scream from her and if he didn’t continue, she was positive she was going to start begging like she had never done before and she didn’t care. She heard Quatre’s low, rich voice muttering behind her, one hand still resting on her hip as his pace began to become more desperate with her own breathing.
Trowa let out a strangled howl, his hips gyrating wildly from his vantage point some six feet away. She saw his lips moving, chanting silently, and struggling to keep his eyes open as he’d been told to. One word over and over, and soon, she began to mirror his pleading, her voice actually beginning to grow from a near-inaudible whisper. “Please…please…please…”
“Please?” Quatre growled. “Please what? Did I give either of you permission to beg?”
“No, Quatre-sama…” Trowa bawled, his face starting to match the same violet color as his cock.
“Dorothy?”
“I don’t care!” she screamed, shoving herself backward as hard as she could. “Quatre, please…I can’t stand it…”
“You can’t stand this?” he asked, leaning down behind her to place a rough love bite on her shoulder. “How would you feel about this, then?” His fingers at her crotch slipped down further, rubbing at the wet erect button he found there, his left hand tangling painfully in her hair, yanking her head back. “You can’t stand me fucking you in the ass like this?”
All that came out was an incoherent moan that ended in a desperate whine. There was no way she was going to be able to stop herself. She heard her husband order Trowa to remove the harness, but he wasn’t allowed to stroke himself. In turn, he stopped stimulating her clit, ramming himself into her so hard he was forcing puffs of air out of her open mouth. Trowa actually began screaming in short, high-pitched whimpers, his cock pulsing violently, but not yet actually coming. The spiral within the blonde woman’s body wound tighter and tighter until Quatre’s sharp bark snapped it loose.
“Now.”
Everything went into a spectrum of pulsing light and seizing muscles. She didn’t know whether she was breathing or not; whether she was even aware of anything else other than the amazing sensation of an orgasm so intense her entire body began to shake violently, mindless screams filling the room, and she was fairly certain they weren’t all hers alone.
Quatre wasn’t making any noise other than heavy, ragged breathing, tugging painfully at her long platinum hair and delving into her body as far as he could manage. It was far too much and she felt her husband’s weight fall onto her, his body slick with sweat. She was too hot all of the sudden and Quatre was heavy. She tried to tell him to get off, but she couldn’t speak. Her voice was completely gone and when she opened her eyes, there were still flashes of light swimming in her blurred vision.
Trowa was fumbling to turn off the machine, his body still arching back to expose his hard muscles and still-pulsing cock. As soon as the machine stilled, he pulled himself off of it, falling to the floor hard. He was literally gulping air, half-sobbing still, his body twitching. He knew for certain that was the last time he’d be able to do that; he wasn’t entirely sure his body would even recover from this bout as it was.
Dorothy was fighting to breathe, her husband’s large, muscular frame draped across her back, unconscious. He crawled over to them, deftly untying the knots as well as he could, thankful that there were actually sets of quick-release ends connected to the entire elaborate binding, setting the exhausted woman free.
Both of them slid to the floor, the leggy blonde collapsing backward onto her husband’s prone form. She managed to roll to the side, hissing as she disconnected herself from him and she weakly grinned at Trowa. He returned the gesture before finding his voice.
“So, Lady Winner, was that what you had in mind?” he panted.
She seemed to be struggling to speak, but she finally managed to croak out, “Nothing could have prepared me for this.”
All in all, I’d say it was a good evening. Heero had mentioned to me that Dorothy had told Hilde she wanted something kinky and outright nasty in bed. I think I nearly came in my pants right there. I’d always wanted to dominate her…claim her…I mean, really claim her, humiliate and chastise her…
But all of my breeding and hers told me that I wasn’t allowed to do that; the closest I ever got was stimulating myself between her lovely breasts and that was so hard not to spray myself all over her face and into her mouth… Trowa didn’t mind so much and he enjoyed being dominated and controlled, but it was the last thing I would have expected from my headstrong, sharp-tongued, wild woman of a wife. All the stories I’d heard, she was the one that had taken charge of discipline and sexual gratification. I always knew she was letting me take her, and more often than not, she always wound up straddling my hips, riding me like an animal. I loved the way she looked like that, too. And then, my ultimate dream had begun to take shape.
I talked to Trowa, explaining to him what I wanted. I admit that I tend to be a bit jealous and I was initially wary of even bringing it up at all. But of course, the thought of Trowa fucking her while I watched was too much of a temptation. I taunted him with the most descriptive phrases of what it felt like to be with her…that he needed to try it… It took a while, actually, but he finally caved and I was elated. Dorothy, if course, wanted something out of the ordinary and I planned to make this as much of a surprise as I possibly could.
And now, lying here between them, Trowa on one side, Dorothy on the other, I feel like things most definitely worked out for the best. I really hope this isn’t the last of the whole situation, since I’m beginning to think I really enjoyed myself. I love them both more than I can normally say, but only Trowa had understood up until now that I still wanted to protect them and keep them safe. He always proved his trust to me and tonight, I got the greatest gift of all: my wife’s ultimate trust and the door to a new situation between myself and both of my lovers.
I don’t think there’s anything more I could possibly ask for.