The One in Which Things Get Kinky

“It seems like I’m always involved in some kind of strap-on experiment when I’m here,” Leah teased Jefferson.

With that he went to the cupboard and retrieved his spare cock. While the others refreshed drinks and rescued cigarettes, Jefferson’s plan for me and his strap-on took shape.

As I stood next to his bed, he knelt next to me and fitted the straps of his harness around my thighs. I thrilled at the heavy weight of my temporary cock, adjusting to the feeling of this new addition to my anatomy. I stroked my hand up and down the length of the dildo, amazed at the almost giddily powerful feeling I had now that I possessed my very own cock. I was relieved too, that I was able to take care of my castration anxiety sans childbearing. Someone really should have let Freud know about this, I thought as a scampered over to the window to join Jacob in smoking a cigarette.

Once the cigarettes were stubbed out, it was show time.

Jefferson retrieved a condom from the bedside table and rolled it on my cock.

“You can say that your first cock was a Magnum,” he said.

I giggled.

“This is actually the first time that I’ve seen this,” Jacob said, settling into one of the chairs next to the bed.

Leah was sprawled out on the bed, and Jefferson sat next her. Jacob leaned forward in his chair.

I joined them on the bed and positioned myself between Leah’s legs.

Here I was: on display for the eyes of two others, and more importantly, for the pussy of a third.

I placed my knees on either side of Leah’s hips and leaned forward, ready to thrust my cock into her.

“No, no, like this,” Leah said and she and Jefferson readjusted me so that my knees rested inside of her spread legs.

I was a little bit embarrassed as I realized that I had never really given much attention to the mechanics of sex from a male perspective.

But under the kind, watchful, and I imagine, rather turned on, gazes of my companions, I abandoned my self-consciousness and simply fucked.

I eased my cock into Leah and pushed deep. Basking in what was, for me, an extraordinary and until that moment, unfamiliar role reversal, I fucked her. Pushing into her willing and accommodating cunt, my own pussy flooded with girl juices as I grew accustomed to the remarkable feelings that did not come with tongues or fingers, even though the appendage with which I was fucking her was not physiologically a part of my body.

My hips pumped and Leah came with her nectareous high-pitched shrieking.

Afterwards I stayed there in the same position, propped up on my arms. Leah and I had what felt like a rather detached conversation about my performance, the overall evaluation being that I had done well. Of course, this was not really a situation in which criticism was acceptable.

And then with an un-discussed fluidity, the configuration of our bodies changed and Jacob was fucking me while Jefferson fucked Leah.

“Everyone wants to have the kind of sex that we have,” I told Jacob, “but we actually have it.”

It seemed like an incredibly profound statement at the time.

Distractedly, I noted that Jefferson was making a foray into his closet.

Soon my nose filled with the scent of a heavy, exotic scent. My ears filled with a whooshing noise.

A whip had been retrieved from the closet and Leah was on the receiving end of its punishment.

Jefferson wielded the leather accoutrement with precision and it hit Leah’s back and ass while she squirmed and squealed.

Shortly, I found myself standing beside the bed where Jefferson handed me the whip.

“Just land it,” he directed me.

I swung my arm down, and the leather tails slapped against Leah’s flesh. I am a submissive, quite happy to be on the receiving end of all things pain-inducing when it comes to erotic situations. But here was another virginity, vanquished under Jefferson’s guidance.

My turn as a dominant ended quickly as the whip was returned to Jefferson’s hand and my body was returned to Jacob’s attentions.

Jefferson was not done reaching into his bag of tricks, however. While Jacob and I delighted in each other’s bodies, Leah ended up with her arms tied behind her with a short length of rope. Seemingly out of nowhere there were several lit candles in the room.

As Jacob and I fucked, I became cognizant of the fact that Leah was having hot wax dripped across her back. The wax tumbled down from the candles onto her, and occasionally splashed onto my torso. I sighed with pleasure when the drips hit me.

“Do I hear some humming from you?” Jefferson asked.

“Yes,” I replied.

He handed Jacob a bottle of baby oil to get me ready. Jacob squirted the thick, silky liquid on me, rubbing it into my breasts, stomach, thighs. Finishing his task, he rearranged himself so that he was sitting next to my head. I took his cock into my mouth, sucking furiously as Jefferson began alternating his wax pouring between Leah and me.

I sighed into Jacob’s cock as drip drops of wax hit me, the slight sizzle of the molten candles sparking a sudden awareness of the nerve endings that it touched.

Not one to be negligent, Jefferson made sure that a fair amount of wax landed on Jacob’s back as well, and soon he was coming on my chest and chin.

This was to be the final climax of the night, and shortly there after, Jefferson began scraping the dried wax off of Leah, while Jacob took care of my messy body.

After Jacob and Leah left, Jefferson and I surveyed the mess that was his bedroom. Abandoned condoms and their wrappings and wax shavings littered the floor. The whip, the dildo, and a butt plug lay discarded in various locations throughout the room.

We chuckled at the evidence that remained of our exploits before settling in for the night.

*

Lying in bed next to this sweet man, who was for the moment at least, my sweet man, I felt some kind of previously unknown contentment. With his soft snoring and the gentle sounds of traffic in the streets below, I drifted off to sleep.