The One in Which We Entertain, Again

It was well into the afternoon on Saturday before Jefferson and I managed to bathe (It was in the shower that I gave him our first blowjob to orgasm, cementing my place in the birthday forty-four.) and dress and make our way out into the city. We had brunch with endless mimosas and talked about sex blogging.

Upon returning home we went immediately to the bedroom.

“I think that was the longest you’ve been clothed since you got here,” he said as he pulled off my tights.

At some point we took a break from having sex.

I went to have a cigarette and was sitting with my legs tucked underneath me, near the open terrace door, (Alas, the infamous terrace was experiencing a pigeon infestation.) when I heard a knock. I was about to call to Jefferson in the other room when he came in.

“Did I just hear someone at the door?” He asked.

I turned around to face him, “Yeah.”

I knew that other people were going to be joining us for sex at some point during the weekend, but when and how many and their gender were not details that Jefferson had seen fit to share with me.

Now, as he opened the door and greeted the person on the other side, I saw that one of the new notches on my lipstick case would be a young women in stiletto boots, her auburn hair pulled messily back from her face.

“I’ve got to eat,” she said, holding up a take out box and joining me at the table.

“Hi,” I said, still smoking my cigarette.

Jefferson finally got around to introducing us.

“Anna, this is Leah. Leah, Anna.”

The two of us chatted, exchanging getting-to-know-you pleasantries while she ate and I chain smoked.

(I had to take advantage of the brief periods of time when I didn’t have my genitals attached to someone else or vice versa to sate my nicotine cravings.)

After she finished eating, Leah checked her Blackberry. It seems that there was another guest joining us.

We moved to the sofa with drinks and resumed our chit chat while we waited for the fourth member of our party.

Our fourth showed up in the form of a cute boy fairly covered in tattoos and wearing slip-on Vans with a checkerboard pattern. Introductions were made and the boy I now knew as Jacob, produced a bottle of Jameson’s that he had brought along.

“Go ahead and help yourself to a glass in the kitchen,” Jefferson said,”I’d get one for you, but…”

He gestured to my naked self, sitting on his lap.

“But, you’ve got naked on you,” Jacob finished.

After exchanging more pleasantries and smoking more cigarettes we made our way to the bedroom.

Leah removed her dress on the way and in the bedroom she crouched on the bed in her black lace thong and bra. I leaned over and kissed the cleft where her back and ass met, the spot just above her thong. Her underwear was subsequently removed.

Our four bodies tangled and wrapped around each other, creating a sexual geometry, but less measured; we had no protractors you see. Maybe it was more like a game of pick-up sticks or Barrel of Monkeys.

In any case, Jacob was an enthusiastic cocksucker, and it took little time for Jefferson to become occupied.

Leah offered to “get me ready for the boys.” A very kind gesture, I thought.

I lay on the bed, and Leah sprawled out between my legs, her tongue busy and attentive. Next to me Jacob sucked on Jefferson’s cock with gusto, the slurping sounds of his spittle being spread generously, occasionally interrupted by a gagging noise, filled my ears. My senses were well occupied.

My pussy, however, not as well occupied.

“Fingers, please,” I requested.

Leah grabbed the bottle of lube and slid two fingers in, working them against the walls of my pussy. She soon added a third finger.

I moaned my approval.

It didn’t take much time for her to put her fourth finger and thumb inside of me as well. She paused a moment before she began to work her hand up into my pussy.

My pussy resisted. Mentally, I tried to talk myself through it. I relaxed my muscles, waiting to open up. It wasn’t happening. I tried to convince myself that this was a pleasurable kind of pain, the kind of pain that I so love when I am being bitten, or struck, or my hair is being pulled.

My cunt was having none of it.

I reached down and put my hand on Leah’s shoulder.

“It’s too much,” I said quietly.

“That’s OK,” she said, pulling her hand out of me.

I looked down at her.

“But your hand is so tiny.”

“Yeah, not like his monster hands,” she said, nodding at Jefferson.

And so it was that the configuration of our bodies changed. I reunited with Jefferson’s cock and met Jacob’s cock and learned the luscious squeals that Leah made when she came.

Somewhere along the way I ended up bent over with Jacob inside of me and next to me Leah was on her back with Jefferson inside of her. Jefferson, being the sexual architect that he is, saw this as an opportunity to rearrange our bodies into a new structure.

My pussy remained well-filled by Jacob, but I was now laying across Leah, her girl tongue licking at my clit. With my nose pressed up against Jefferson’s cock as it pushed in and out of Leah, my own tongue found itself in a similar position. Leah had a bitsy, beautiful clit, and I searched it out, my mouth and nose taking in the beauty of male and female all at once. My pussy took in the same beauty.

A few girl orgasms later, the four of us reclined on the bed, taking a break.

“So, Leah,” Jefferson said as we all swam about in a sex haze, “Anna tells me that she has never used a strap-on before…”