Jefferson Bites

Chemistry

“Oh my God,” Tilda shouted over the music. “Devo! I haven’t heard this in years.”

“I think I remember how to dance to this,” I shouted back. I punched her upper chest with the flat of my fist. “When a problem comes along …”

She threw back her shoulder and lifted her chin. “You must whip it!” We danced, the beat punctuated by my fist against her chest.

We had been meaning to come to Chemistry for a while. We rarely made it to sex parties other than our own and this one had been getting good marks from our friends. Held in a loft in Brooklyn, Chemistry offered the space for three distinct areas: a quiet space for conversation and massages, a boisterous dance area with a good DJ and a bring-your-own-bottle bar, and, the main attraction, a multi-tiered area reserved for sex. We knew we’d know some people there. Perhaps we’d also prowl for fresh meat.

We took a break from dancing to return to the sex space. We’d earlier enjoyed a spontaneous foursome with a bisexual fellow we knew in the company of a woman who confessed to crushing on Tilda. Now we wandered the room like casual shoppers, holding hands as we looked to see if anything caught our fancy. I saw room on a bench, next to a couple making out. I turned to Tilda. “Care for some cocksucking?”

Tilda put a finger to her cheek. “You know, I think I might like that.”

We walked to the bench. “Excuse me,” I interrupted the couple. “Mind if we join you on the bench?”

The woman looked over her shoulder and sized me up. “No, sure, that’s cool.” She returned to kissing her date.  I thanked her, unfastened my belt and dropped my pants. Tilda lowered herself to her knees, smiling as she crawled closer to my lap. She moaned as she took me in her mouth.

“That’s nice, so good,” I said, caressing her hair as I grew hard in her mouth. Sitting back, I surveyed the room. On a raised platform to my left, I could see the shoulders of two men supporting the legs of the women they were fucking. A cluster of people writhed on the large bed below. A diaphanous curtain partly shielded an adjacent area from my view. Rows of couples had sex on the simple beds on the facing wall. My eyes returned to the couple making out next to us. She leaned forward to remove her bra. He stood to pull off his shirt. They were fast getting hot and heavy.

She was a certainly pretty, I thought, and he was a real looker. They were in their early twenties and, given the way they were shedding clothes with ease, as if accustomed to turning in together, night after night, I thought how nice it was that such a young couple was exploring parties like these so early in their relationship. Or perhaps they had been sweethearts for much longer, I conjectured as he went down on her; maybe they had applied to the same college so they could move to New York together.

I looked at Tilda. Her eyes were riveted on the couple as she continued to ride my cock with her face. My eyes turned back to see the couple looking at us. Tilda locked eyes with him as each of their mouths licked and sucked. The woman was staring up at me with a look that I could only answer with a kiss. She sighed into my mouth. I ventured a touch to her face; she turned toward me. I kissed her deeper, my hand moving to a breast, then, to the extent of my reach, to her soft flat belly.

He moved to retrieve a condom. She raised a hand to my neck. My cock grew deeper in Tilda’s mouth.

I kissed and was kissed, touched and was touched, as he fucked her, his eyes on us, watching. His smooth body was small and tightly defined, so that we could see the muscles twitch under his skin as he moved back and forth. A position changed and I could touch her wetness and, daring more, his cock in her. Her slight “oh God” told me to stay.

He came quickly. As he pulled out, Tilda took my cock from her mouth. “That was insanely hot,” she admired.

“Thanks,” the woman said, righting herself on the bench and shaking out her hair. “Thanks for watching. That was really hot.”

I indicated the hard cock in Tilda’s hand. “Would you care to go a little longer?”

She looked at me, confused for a moment before getting my meaning. “Oh no, thanks.” She pulled her bra onto her arms. “I’m good.”

“Happy to offer,” I said. “This is our first time here. How about y’all?”

“It’s my second,” she said.

“First,” he answered, tugging on his shirt.

“Oh,” Tilda said. “You also come separately? So you guys are in an open relationship, or …”

“Oh, no,” she said, looking back to him. “We just met.”

He wrested an arm from his shirt to extend a hand. “Yeah, hey. Jeremy.”

She took his hand in hers. “Cyndi.”

We laughed. “Okay,” Tilda said. “Now that was insanely hot.”

Surprises

Smalls squirmed excitedly as she wrote me an email. “I have a special surprise for you! You can’t guess. It’s all set for next week! You’ll need to make time in the evening.”

I replied shortly. “Thanks. But you can’t surprise me in the evening, as I have a surprise for you that night. You should move your surprise to the afternoon.”

Smalls was crestfallen. We had been seeing each other for several months and in that time, I had arranged many surprises for her. Ropes, blindfolds, threesomes … was it too much to hope that she could finally show me what she could do? “Um, my surprise was requested first, Sir. Can’t you move your surprise?”

“No,” I replied. “You’ll need to move your surprise so that it is concluded by six thirty.”

Six thirty? Small frowned. Her surprise was to begin at seven. It had taken such work to coordinate. Why did she have to be the one to alter plans? What if that proved impossible? It would be nice if now and then her provisional owner weren’t so stubborn. Still, she had been given clear directions. Smalls sighed, tugged her collar, and set to amending her plans.

Smalls was waiting outside her door when I arrived. She was nude. “Still no new neighbor,” she smiled. “Now, Sir, may I please put this on you?” She revealed a blindfold behind her back.

“Oh, so now you’re blindfolding me?” I leaned to kiss her cheek, resting my hand on a breast. “That’s very sweet. Okay, let’s have it.” I closed my eyes as my head was wrapped in a scarf. She took my hand, offering reassurances as I followed disoriented into her home.

Smalls took my jacket and removed my shirt. She led me further inside and asked me to sit. “Don’t worry, Sir. There’s a chair behind you.” I reached behind, felt a chair back, and slowly lowered myself. “Don’t you trust me, Sir?” I felt her unlacing my shoes.

“I trust you more than I trust my own equilibrium. And hello, guest. Lovely weather, huh?”

Smalls laughed, removing my shoes. “What makes you so sure we aren’t alone, Sir?” She moved to unbuckle my belt.

“Perhaps we are. We’re pretty hot on our own. Don’t you think so, guest?” I raised my hips as my pants were lowered.

Smalls was still for a moment. She hummed assent to the quiet. “Now, Sir, there are some rules.” She took my cock in hand and began to tug gently. “First, you can touch what you are given.”

I reached forward to caress her hair. “That’s a hot rule.”

She pulled back. “Please, Sir. We can’t play if you don’t play by the rules.”

I retrieved my hand and smiled. “Okay, hon. Your scene, your rules.” I rested my palms on my bare thighs. “What else?”

Smalls was quiet again. “And, you have to do as we … um, as I say.”

I nodded. “I can comply with that. I know I’m safe with my Smalls.” Smalls was quiet for another moment. Suddenly, my cock was warm and wet, inside her familiar mouth. “Oh, so good …” I instinctively reached to pet her hair. She caught my hand and returned it to my thigh. I had been given simple directions, but evidently I would have trouble following them.

I felt a caress on my back, followed by hair draping between my shoulder blades. Was that straight hair, I wondered?  It was long hair. Wasn’t it? I opened my nostrils. Did I recognize a scent? “May I touch?” I asked.

A moment passed. “No, Sir.” Smalls giggled conspiratorially.

“Hmmm,” I complained, resigning myself to being on the business end of a blindfold.

Smalls gagged as my cock grew into her throat, saliva already pooling under me in the chair. Hands gripped my skull. Firm. Feminine hands? Masculine? I needed to give up to the moment, I knew. I focused on Smalls’s mouth and sighed.

I was entirely relaxed when Smalls stopped. I felt her hand on mine. “Come on, Sir. Stand up and follow me.” I stood carefully and shuffled in stunted steps. I knew I was being led to the bed, but Smalls had recently rearranged her furniture. Was the side table still by the chair, or was it elsewhere? I laughed nervously. Another hand took my erection to help navigate me. Smalls? Or her collaborator?

I was laid out on the bed, on my back. Another silent conversation passed. My arms were positioned behind my head. Thighs lowered to hold them in place. I opened my mouth, lifting my tongue in expectation. Warmth enveloped my face. A taste told me it was Smalls. Her mouth returned to my cock. Her guest—male or female? singular or plural? —watched us devour one another.

Smalls sat back over my face. I continued licking her as a condom was rolled on my cock. “May I put something else on Sir’s cock?” I nodded and hummed assent into her pussy. (My pussy; didn’t I own my Smalls, at least provisionally?) My cock, bobbing in space, was held steady and guided into another pussy. Pubic hair. Wet. Soft, thin thighs.

I instantly knew who this was. Smalls and I had met her at a play party on a recent Sunday. She had noticed me punching Smalls’s chest and came over to make introductions. I was soon fucking them both. I stacked them so that they kissed as I moved between their pussies. (My pussy, and that of our new acquaintance, burning through condoms as I moved from one to the other.)  We had turned heads when I spanked this new woman (Sharon? Or did she say Sherry?), as this wasn’t that sort of party.

The woman turned up at another party on second Sunday—she was Sharon, it turned out—and the three of us had wound up together again. We were four when Kay joined us. I asked for private date, and on third Sunday, we finally got to know one another a bit, talking between rounds of sex.

Now, here she was again, riding my blind body. My restricted hands ached to confirm her.

“Now, that’s a Sunday kind of pussy,” I mused.

“Sir, would you care to fuck her ass?” Smalls lifted her pussy—my pussy—from my mouth so I could reply.

“Yes.” I smiled. “I think I might like that.”

“Thought you might.” Smalls was quiet for a moment. “No,” she answered to an unspoken question. “The lube is right behind you, on that trunk.” The woman on my cock leaned back and, as she did so, stiff boning brushed my leg.

“A corset?” I guessed.

A voice giggled. “I guess the jig is up,” Halo laughed.

“Halo? Jesus Christ! I had no idea.”

“Who else would it be, Sir?” Smalls asked.

“I don’t know …” I felt a little awkward. Shouldn’t I have recognized Halo’s body on my cock? I certainly wasn’t disappointed to have been mistaken—if you knew Halo, you can’t imagine I would be—but I had been fairly certain otherwise. Blindfold or no, I had beaten the game. It turned out that the game had beaten me.

My blindfold was removed. I grinned at the faces smiling down at me. “You got me,” I confessed.

Some sex, some drinks and suddenly, six thirty loomed. I said we needed to get dressed. I reached for my pants.

“Is your surprise coming here, Sir? Or are we going to your place?”

“Just get dressed,” I said, pouring another quick shot of bourbon. Halo watched me give direction to Smalls.

“What should I wear?” Smalls looked in her closet. “Something modest or revealing? I can wear a dress if Sir wants.”

“Something comfortable,” I suggested. I smiled to Halo. I was giving nothing away. She smirked and raised her glass.

“Okay, something comfortable.” She pulled out a dress. “Like this, Sir?”

“I’m fully dressed and waiting on you.” I sat down and pulled Halo into my lap.

“Okay, let me go to the bathroom … I think I’ll wear these shoes. Or the boots? I picked up some wine to bring. I hope Chardonnay is okay? I didn’t know if we’d be eating, or what we’d be eating …”

“Leave the wine,” I replied.

“You’re enjoying this,” Halo whispered in my ear.

“I do believe she’s figured out that we have sex plans,” I whispered back.

Halo looked at me. I told her my plans. “Oh, I want to see her face when she realizes. Can I come with you?”

“To a point,” I said.

We were running late, I urged. We rushed down the sidewalk and caught a cab. I gave the driver an intersection. “That’s not your place, Sir,” Smalls noted querulously. “Where are we going?”

I turned to Halo. “It was so nice to see you today.”

“Nice to see you too, Jefferson.”

“Urgh, I hate not knowing,” Smalls groaned. “But I do like surprises.”

The cab mired in traffic. “Okay, everyone out,” I ordered. “We can walk faster.”

We rushed through crowded sidewalks, our pulses racing. “We can skip even faster, Sir!” Smalls took Halo’s hand. “Come on!”

I walked briskly, watching the two of them skip through people blind to their excitement, to their shared success in pulling the wool over my eyes, to their thrill in racing to the next unseen surprise.

“Far enough,” I called, running to catch up. “We’re here!”

Smalls looked up. “Seriously?” Her mouth gaped as she turned to beam at me. “Really?”

“That’s the face I wanted to see,” Halo laughed.

“Surprised?” I asked.

“Uh, yeah!” Smalls bounced as Halo hugged her. Halo kissed me and wished us a good night. She skipped away down Forty-fifth Street, turning to wave before vanishing into the crowd.

Smalls looked at me. “Hair? Seriously? We’re seeing Hair?”

“Of course. What did you expect?” I leaned to her ear. “I hear there’s s-e-x.” She laughed as I took her elbow, pushed a ticket into her hand and hurried her into the lobby.

Smoking

She stood before the mirror fussing with her hair. “Damn you, Jefferson. You made me look like a mad woman. Am I going to have to make an appointment with the salon every time I see you?” She rested her cigarette in her lips so that both hands could unwind her tangles.

I reclined in pillows, my hands folded behind my head. “Maybe the salon can work out a discount for the well-fucked,” I said.

“Mmmph,” she replied, glancing at me in the mirror. She watched as my eyes lowered from hers, down the curve of her back to the swell of her ass. I could see her body’s twin reflected in the full-length mirror, her café-au-lait skin aglow in the warm light of a late-afternoon autumn sun.

I stood from the bed and crouched behind her, tracing my cheek along the swell of a buttock. My hands rested lightly on each of her hips. Our flesh barely touched. “What are you doing back there?” she asked, turning her upper body. She held her cigarette to one side to avoid ashing me.

“I am admiring this splendid ass you brought me,” I murmured, nuzzling my nose on the cinched fabric of her thong. “You are one long tall glass of water.”

“Thanks.” She stretched to reach her ashtray, leaving her lower body still between my hands. “I think.”

“It’s a good thing,” I assured her. My tongue flicked between her buttocks. “So good, so good … “ I was growing hard again, my mind feeling a little dreamy. A thought crossed my mind. I gripped her hips and turned her body to face me.

“Whoa.” She wobbled slightly. “Tired of my ass, huh?”

“Not in the least,” I said, lowering her thong. I kept my eyes straight ahead, gazing at the revelation of her pussy. I kissed her pubis as my hands gently lifted her feet, one by one, from the lowered thong. I put it aside and began to lick lightly on her labia.

“Oh, we’re going to do that again?” She leaned to a side. “Here, let me just put out this smoke …”

“No.” I looked up. “Keep smoking. Just stand here, smoking, while I taste you. Pretend I’m not even here.” I lifted her thigh to my shoulder, parting her to my tongue.

She steadied herself by resting a hand on a door frame. She took a drag with the other. “It’s kind of hard to ignore what you’re doing,” she said, exhaling a plume.

Her wetness met the wetness of my mouth. “Dust tie,” I whispered over my thick tongue.

“What’s that?” she asked.

I leaned back. “Just try.” I looked up to her face. “I realized, looking at you in the mirror, smoking, that this must surely be someone’s fantasy.” I closed my eyes and turned to the leg on my shoulder, punctuating my words with light kisses. “To kneel before you … so beautiful in this light … your body so firm and strong … to pleasure you … as you enjoy your cigarette …”

“Mmmm.” She drew another drag as my mouth returned to her slit. She arched her back slightly, pushing herself more to my tongue. “And you think this is someone else’s fantasy, huh? Not your own?”

I shook my head between her thighs. “No, not my fantasy,” I said to her pussy. “This is my reality. But someone reading about it could be really turned on by this image.”

“Oh, really?” she laughed. “All we’ve been doing, all the things you’ve done to me today, and this is what you would write about?”

“Yes.” I nodded, lapping at her. I thought a moment. “Yes, mistress.”

“Damn.” She lowered her hand to the back of my head and tugged me closer. “Okay, now this may actually be my fantasy.”

I continued to lick her, silently. My eyes closed, my mind focused on the tastes of her and the sound of her drawing deeply on her cigarette and exhaling long and slow. The hand on my head guided me to continue. I rested my palms on the curved ass I so admired. Behind me, the sun continued to stretch shadows across the walls and ceiling.

Her upper body stretched to her ashtray. “That cigarette is dead,” she said quietly. “Shall I light another?”

“You are generous to me,” I nodded, adding, “Mistress.”

Her lighter snapped. She inhaled. Exhaled. “Yes,” she said quietly. “I could get used to this.”

My Lifted Finger

He offered to come over and suck me off. I had an hour or two and thought a blowjob would fill that time nicely. “You just kick back and let me get you off,” he said. “You don’t have to lift a finger.” That sounded nice and lazy. A blowjob in which my finger need not be lifted.

He was grinning as I opened the door. “Hey man, you look great,” he said. “You ready for me to take care of you?”

“I am indeed,” I said, feeling very much like a pasha preparing to be anointed with oils.

He chatted amicably as he stripped. He was taller than me, good looking and well-muscled, clearly at ease in his role as roving cocksucker. “I’ll leave my hat on, okay?” He switched his baseball cap so that the bill faced backward and, almost fluidly, cupped my groin in his palm. “Nice,” he grinned. “You ready to show me your meat?”

I said that I was. I unzipped my jeans, allowing my erection to swing forward. “Nice, man, that’s a hot tool,” he admired. “Thanks for letting me take care of it. Have a seat and I’ll get to work for you.”

I removed my jeans and lifted my t-shirt over my head. I sat on the edge of my bed. He lowered himself to his knees, his eyes never leaving my cock as he stroked his own. “Yeah, I’m going to enjoy getting you off, man. You just use me to feel good, okay?” With that, he bent forward, dropped his palms to the floor, and swallowed my cock.

I felt my back begin to relax as his head bobbed in my lap. He twisted his neck one way as he pulled back, in another as he pushed forward, so that I had the sensation of constant motion. I had no intention of coming anytime soon; I was going to enjoy such expertly given head.

I gradually migrated to recline on my pillows, closing my eyes, keeping my fingers contently unlifted. As promised, he did all the work, putting his athletic body through a rigorous workout over me.

In time, I edged closer to orgasm. I announced that if he continued so intently, I would shoot. “Do it, man,” he encouraged, pulling back. His fist gripped and tugged on my cock, wet and slick from his throat. I grunted as I exploded in waves over his hand. “Hot, man,” he said, milking me ferociously. “Give me all you got. You get off so hot, man.”  My body convulsed as the rough touch that had only just given me such enormous pleasure was suddenly too much to endure. I grabbed his wrist, pulling him away. “Yeah, that’s fucking awesome,” he said. “That’s really got me hard, man.” And with that, he hopped up my body and crouched over my face, pinning my shoulders down with his knees. I barely had time to catch my breath before his cock was in my mouth. “Yeah, man, take that cock,” he barked. “You take that whole cock, man.”

Now, it seemed, I would be lifting my finger after all. But as it was, I couldn’t lift my arms or anything from the neck down. He was strong, perfectly positioned and fucking my face hard. So, that’s what this feels like, I thought. I had been in his place far more frequently than in the one that now brought tears to my eyes and snot bubbles to my nostrils. Relax, I thought. Give it up to him. He’s got me. I’m his hole. He’ll use me until he’s done. I let my body go limp with passivity.

“Yeah, man, that’s it, that’s it …” He rocked back on his heels. I gasped for air as he unloaded on my face and chest. “Yesss,” he hissed through his teeth, his muscles twitching under his red mottled flesh.

That’s the good stuff, I thought, what we just did for each other. “You’re so hot, man,” I said, matching my lingo to his own.

“Man, that was fucking intense,” he sighed as he came down from his high.

We cleaned up at my bathroom sink and returned to my bed. He asked if he could rub my back. After massaging me, he told me he had found some areas of tension and suggested I try a few yoga postures. Soon, I was on the floor as his strong hands posed my body.

After he dressed, he gave me a smile. “I like you man, this was awesome. I’m going to Mexico next week, but listen, let’s hook up again when I get back. Cool?”

I said that would be cool. He turned his baseball cap back to its original position and with that, he was gone.

He returned from Mexico, but I didn’t hook up with him again.

Subway Plot

Kay leaned her head on Halo’s shoulder, snuggling closer. Still aglow from our catch-as-catch-can dinner and all-you-can-eat threesome, we had set off into a chilled autumn evening full of anticipation. Now on the subway to the party, I filled them in on the evening’s guest list. Their ears perked up when I mentioned a name new to them both.

“I’ve known Michael for a while,” I explained. “Very nice fellow, cute, geeky, new to exploring sex. So I invited him to try out our party. It’s a good night for it, as I was a little concerned that we might have too many girls.” Halo sat upright and moved her hips slightly. She shifted the bag in her lap and gave a mischievous glance to Kay. I leaned closer. “Could you two at least pretend you aren’t fingering each other?” I whispered. “We’re in public.”

“I’m not fingering her,” Halo protested.

Kay grinned. “I am fingering her.”

“She is,” Halo agreed. “She is fingering me.”

“Let’s just keep it quiet,” I scolded, raising a finger to my lips. I sat back. “Anyway, listen: Michael is a straight boy. When I asked him about his hopes for broadening his sexual horizons, he said that one of his biggest fantasies was to get with two women at the same time.” I smirked. “Typical straight boy, right? I mean, show a little ambition. I told him that was cool and sure, that could happen at one of our parties. But, I said, you’re cute and girls like beer. You can easily do that on your own.”

Halo turned to Kay’s ear. “Cute boy threesome,” she whispered. Kay grinned, slowly turning her shoulder.

I ignored their exchange. “Now look, I want you to keep this in mind. Michael doesn’t have a lot of experience outside of the usual boyfriend/girlfriend stuff. He’s a walking, talking orchard of cherries to be plucked. So, may I suggest some guidelines?”

“I like guidelines,” Halo smiled.

“Let’s say that if Michael wants to do something—like a threesome, or whatever—with any women, he needs to give up some cherries to earn it.”

“That sounds fun,” Kay nodded.

“Right?” I smiled. “Maybe he could be spanked, or tied up, or kiss a boy, or … sky’s the limit, really. I’m sure he would do anything at all to have a threesome with the two of you.”

“Wow, I’m going to enjoy this,” Halo said. “It will be nice to add some cherries to my collection.”

“Hmm, how many cherries do I have left?” Kay wondered. “Used to be so many …”

Michael was already at the party when we arrived. He smiled to see my familiar face, but his eyes really lit up when he saw my companions. “Hello,” he said, standing. “I’m Michael.”

“Oh, we’ve heard about you,” Halo grinned, a hint of malice in her voice.

“Yeah, we’ve got plans for you,” Kay agreed.

Michael’s smile stayed frozen to his face.

I took Smalls aside. “Let’s get a drink and watch. This should be fun.”

By the time we had poured our drinks and returned, the three of them were naked in the bedroom. Kay was blowing Michael as Halo fucked her with her hand. Michael looked over at me with bliss on his face.

“Honest to God,” I muttered to Smalls. “Some people have no imagination at all.”