Scenes from a Weekend III

I’ve been remiss in finishing my re-telling of the many adventures of a few weekends past, and as more and more time passes (bringing with it even more posts to be written) I am realizing I’m never going to have the time to give it all the full treatment it deserves.

So instead, a few more vignettes to round out the adventures of the weekend that I began writing about here and here.

We pick up our tale where we left off, Friday night still at Topdrop's party:

-Rachel has been making friends with a number of wonderfully evil gentlemen of late, and after playing with him at a party a month or so again, had indicated her terror/excitement about getting another chance to play with Dov. As he made a point of laying out his most ominous looking toys and starting to best position her I reminded her not to worry- that his more evil tendencies would of course be restrained by my presence. He nodded in agreement, and we both discussed how safe she was with my being nearby and watching, as he’d not want to do anything while I was there which would cause me to be less inclined to allow him such liberties with her in the future. The look on her face, and her little squeal of terror, when a few moments later I announced my intention to watch a scene taking place in another room and left the two of them alone was priceless.

-Rachel was in true playslut top form that evening. Towards the end of the night we were gathering up our stuff and saying my goodbyes. I turned my back on her for a moment to pack up my bag, and found she had disappeared. I found her in a back room, bend over Topdrop’s lap, receiving a final spanking of the night. Shameless hussy, I do love her so.

Saturday after a lovely lazy morning and afternoon, we hit the road to drive down to Avah’s beach house. Our adventures on the road have already been documented. As for what happened when we arrived…

-Avah proved herself a lovely host. We arrived just as dinner was served. The meal was lovely, the company even better. Breaking bread together is such a nice way to create community. Whether its people coming together to work together on some activist project, to make music or art together or to enjoy a sex party together, a communal meal is such a wonderful way to begin making those connections.

-Emma watched Match, one of the fellows we met that night, do a needle scene with one of the other guests with great interest. When she volunteered to be his next victim/playmate I asked if I could observe and he was more then happy to accommodate, even inviting me to try my own hand at piercing. I don’t think it’s a kink I’ll play with much, but it was fun to learn something new, and I loved seeing the pure joy he had in teaching.

-I wandered off to watch Avah being tied up in pretty ways (rope blindfold!) while Match kept doing pretty things to Emma’s back. Eventually Emma bounced over to show off the pretty designs, and ask if I minded if Match took her into one of the bedrooms. I kissed her deeply, patted her on the ass and told her to have fun. It had been a while since she found someone who made her really light up like that. Of all the goodness of that weekend, seeing how happy and excited she was to play with a new boy was absolutely one of the high points.

-Speaking of excitement over new playmates- Rachel’s adventures in slutdom weren’t quite finished. She had been reading Jefferson’s blog for years, and been quite a fan, but had never gotten to meet him, as all the parties of his that I’ve attended were on weeknights and she can generally only visit on weekends. She was quite excited to hear he’d be at the party, and I saw him casting a few admiring glances her way throughout the night, so I wasn’t surprised to find her naked and writhing as he took a leather strap to her thighs. I took a front row seat, and got to enjoy the double pleasure of an artist at work while Avah knelt between my legs and worked her oral witchcraft on my cock. For a while I enjoyed the show, one hand reaching out to tease Rachel’s nipples or stroke her face as Jefferson toyed with her, my other in Avah’s hair, guiding her as I fucked her face. A man can only multi task for so long however and eventually I got a condom and started fucking Avah from behind, holding her hips in my hands, and enjoying the sounds of Rachel’s whimpers and squeals of panic and delight.

A bit later in the night, Rachel is in my arms, as we’re both catching our breath. She’s commenting on how much fun she had with Jefferson and I comment that a boy who hurt her so nicely deserves to be properly thanked. She nodded sagely in agreement and promptly bounced over to Jefferson and asked her in her best, cute young thing excited about ice cream voice, if she can give him a blowjob to say thank you. Not surprisingly he quickly agreed.

Watching him demonstrate her own Jersey pride on her knees with his cock in her mouth was lovely. Almost as good- hearing her giggle later in the evening as she thought about how jealous one of her friends and fellow Jefferson blog enthusiasts would be when she heard.

-Our weekend ended with a trip to the beach. We had planned to come back late Saturday night for church Sunday morning, but the afore mentioned blown tire killed those plans. Instead we enjoyed a leisurely brunch (another lovely feast, courtesy of Avah) and then headed to the beach. The water was freezing but we had fun dashing in and out, as well as other general frolicking in the sand. When it was time to go, we made the obligatory stop for ice-cream and snow cones, and hit the road, exhausted from a lovely, wonderful weekend.