The XXX Weekends (2 page)

“Then back to our room for the main event?”

Junie smiled. “
One
of the main events. You don’t know this about me, but I need sex every day. If I don’t have a man, I have to jill off. My sex drive just doesn’t let up. If I go more than twelve hours without an orgasm, I get snappish and moody.” Her eyes lit up. “I want to find out if fucking a woman will be as satisfying as fucking a man. I think so, but I want to know for sure. Think about it, Melanie. After a weekend of fucking Michael, topped off by an afternoon with my bull, wouldn’t you like to find out if fucking me is enough? Melanie?”

Melanie had closed her eyes. Tendrils of arousal blossomed in the pit of her belly. Heat spread across her chest and down her softly sloped stomach. Her pussy contracted, and warmth flooded her abdomen, soaking her panties.

Before she could say anything, the waiter arrived with the bill.

“How exciting is it, Melanie? Tell me.”

“I’m soaked.”

Junie craned her neck to survey the dining room and leaned back in her chair. “Go to the ladies room. I’ll follow in two minutes.”

“Junie!”

“We can do this. I know this place. The handicapped stall. Take off those wet panties and wait for me. Don’t argue. Go.”

Melanie started to say something, but stopped. Without a glance toward Junie, she picked up her purse and walked to the ladies room.

Junie checked her phone for messages, found none, and followed her.

“Hello, Melanie? It’s Junie.”

“Hey, lady, how’s it going? Where are you?”

“St. Louis. I’m in my hotel room. One more conference session, and I’ll be on my way to the airport. And you?”

“My apartment. Michael just left. I meet Gordon in an hour.”

“So, how’d it go?”

‘You mean, with Michael?”

“Yes, Melanie, with my husband Michael.”

“Uh, yeah, wonderful. I mean, we made love.”

“Melanie, listen closely. You just spent two nights and a day-and-a-half with my husband. I need details.”

“Dammit, Junie, I’m not like you,” Melanie said, exasperated. “I don’t find it easy to talk about some things.”

“Okay, you’re just barely not a virgin. I understand. Let me help. Michael came to your door, right? Did he ring or knock?”

“Knocked.”

“You answered the door. What was he wearing?”

“Okay, okay. Jeans and a Harvard T-shirt. But not for long.”

“Now we’re getting somewhere.”

“Well, it wasn’t as fast as it was in the restaurant with you, but almost. Junie, he’s so needy! He scooped me up, carried me into the kitchen and plopped me on the counter.”

“More details. I need more.”

Melanie took a deep breath. “I had a long skirt on. In no time, my panties were down around my ankles and he had kicked his jeans across the room.”

“Did he say anything?”

“Oh, yeah. He said it wasn’t going to be like the last time, where I, uh, sucked him off first. He said he was going to make love to me.”

“That’s what he said? ‘I’m going to make love to you first’?”

“’I’m going to fuck you’ were his exact words, I think.”

“Thank you. Please, just relate events as they happened.”

“He pushed my shirt up and grabbed my boobs. Then I was on my back on the counter, legs hooked over his arms. I don’t remember exactly how it happened, but he had pushed his cock inside me.”

“And it felt…?”

“Oh, god, he fucked me like a cave man! I never had sex like that before—you know, on my back, the guy standing between my legs and thrusting. It was so deep! I remember thinking, Why is Junie always harping on Michael’s small penis? He filled me up.”

“I’ll go into more detail later, but I never criticized Michael as a lover. You’re absolutely right. Size doesn’t matter when the ardor is there. Continue.”

“He came pretty fast. No surprise, right? It had been a month.”

“Did you orgasm?”

“Did I! Just as he came, too. It was like white-hot shock waves through my core and out the top of my head! Then he did something I never experienced before.”

“He cleaned you with his mouth, right? Ate his jism?”

“Yeah, good guess.”

“Not a guess. He’s very considerate that way. Did he make you come again?”

“Not from that. He whisked me into the living room. I thought we’d cuddle, but no. He put me down on the carpet, ran into the bathroom for some towels, and kneeled behind me. I was on my hands and knees.”

“Melanie, for future reference, he mounted you doggy style.”

“Did he ever!”

“Did you notice if he lost his erection between the kitchen and the living room?”

“I don’t think so. He carried me, and I could feel his hard cock pushing into my back.”

“He’s not thirty yet. He’s still going strong. Then what?”

“He put his penis…”

“Cut to the chase. He fucked you.”

Melanie exhaled. “Okay, yeah, he fucked me. He pushed inside me and moaned, ‘Oh, shit, you’re tight!’ He went even deeper inside me than in the kitchen. I clenched down hard on his cock. I stretched my arms out in front of me, face flat against the carpet. God, Junie, he just used me! It felt so slutty! I got bruises on my hips, he was gripping me so hard. The sound of him slamming into my ass echoed off the walls! Then he reached around and rubbed my clit, too.”

“Called a ‘reach-around.’ Michael is always the gentleman.”

“After that…”

“Whoa, slow down, girl. How long did he fuck you? Did he come again? Did you?”

“Uh, no. I came. He slowed his thrusting. I think at one point he raised one knee and put a foot flat on the floor. He churned and churned inside me. After I came a second time—that would make three so far—he pulled out. But he hadn’t shot his load. We climbed on the sofa, and I straddled him.”

“Facing him?”

“Yeah. Another new position! I put my hands on his shoulders—oh, Junie, Michael has such magnificent shoulders!—and, uh, I fucked him.”

“His massive shoulders. That’s from ten years of kayaking. Then what?”

“I could look down and watch his cock going in and out of my pussy.”

“Your tits didn’t block the view?”

“Michael took care of that with his hands. Divine!”

“Did you orgasm?”

“Yeah! But after that, lemme think. It starts to get fuzzy. We ended up in my bed—that much I remember. I think we made love about five times.”

Junie didn’t respond.

“Still there? Don’t you want to hear what happened that night?”

“Yes.” It was a croak.

“We went to Bertucci’s—not the one where my ex works, by the way—and got a pizza. I got a little drunk on wine. In the car, Michael finger-fucked me. It was like high school.”

“Did you come?” Junie’s voice was thick.

“Sure did. I offered to blow him, but he said no.”

“Yeah, why come in a girl’s mouth when you can come in her pussy? That’s Michael.”

“Junie, what are you doing?”

“So from the pizza place, you went back to your apartment?”

“Yes. He was very romantic. We made out in the living room, then he carried me to bed. We made love in the missionary position. Sort of a homage to all the Catholics and fundamentalists, he said. Michael can be so silly.”

No response.

“Junie, still there?”

“Yeah, sorry. Actually, I’m masturbating. What happened next?”

“You’re rubbing your pussy while I describe how I made love to your husband? Is there a word for that?”

‘Horny. So, the next morning?”

“Before that, actually. We woke up at, like, three, and went at it again.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah, I thought I had squeezed every last drop of sperm out of him. Boy, was I wrong!”

“What position?”

“Doggies.”

“And at the light of dawn?”

“It was a little later than that, actually. Michael went down on me. That’s how I’d like to wake up every morning!”

Melanie heard a cry, followed by gasping.

“Junie, are you coming?”

“Yeah. So now, it’s yesterday? Saturday?”

“We showered together, and he finger-fucked me again. Wait until the landlord sees the hot water bill. After Michael toweled me dry, we went out for pancakes. It had started raining—how’s the weather in St. Louis?—so we came back to my place and smoked some dope. The rest of the day is a blur. I think we made love four times.”

“Only four?”

“Well, that would be six since midnight, if you count our three a.m. fuck and him eating me out. Oh, plus the shower sex.”

“I trust he took you to dinner again? Something better than pizza.”

“I like Bertucci’s! But, yeah, we ate Indian. Then he ate me!”

Silence.

“Junie, I just told you that your husband ate my pussy. You there?”

“Unh…
unh
…yeah!”

“Want to hear more?”

“That was quite enough, dear. Better get ready for your date with Gordon.”

Junie had picked up her girlfriend at Union Station earlier that evening. After making a spectacle of themselves embracing and kissing as swarms of commuters flowed around them in the station, they took a cab to a French restaurant in Georgetown. Later, they went to Adams Morgan for drinks and dancing.

At their hotel, Junie led Melanie by the hand from the suite’s living room into the adjacent bedroom.

Melanie stepped into the room and froze.

“What the fuck? A
recording
studio?”

Two video cameras on tripods and three lights on stands pointed at the queen bed. Wires led to a laptop on the desk, and a cable from the computer ran to the flat screen TV on the wall facing the bed.

“It’s gear I picked up at the conference. I thought, hey, I’ve got to figure out how to use this equipment, and tonight is a perfect opportunity.”

“I’ll end up on PornHub!”

“No, Melanie. Relax. I promise, I
absolutely
promise, to erase it tomorrow. It’ll be fun!”

The younger woman looked skeptical. “Okay.”

Junie helped Melanie undress. While her lover arranged herself on the bed, Junie checked the camera angles. Images appeared both on the small computer screen and the TV. A remote allowed her to switch between cameras, as well as control the zoom. One camera was directed at the top of the bed to record Melanie’s face, while the other was aimed at her torso.

“Face cam, pussy cam,” she pointed out to Melanie.

After stripping down to her lacey bra and thong, Junie fiddled with two miniature microphones, clipping one to her bra and taping the other to Melanie’s collarbone.

Satisfied that everything was in place, Junie settled on the side of the bed next to Melanie. She jabbed the remote, and the camera lights came on.

“Live, from Washington! Tonight, we have a remote studio set up in a trendy Dupont Circle boutique hotel for a unique event we know you’ll all enjoy—the first-ever fisting of Melanie!”

Melanie gave her a sour look and rolled her eyes.

“But first, a little background for our new viewers. Melanie, tell us a little about yourself. Let’s start with your age.”

“Twenty-five.”

“Yes, folks, this stunning beauty is in the bloom of youth. Observe her gorgeous face! Look at those luscious breasts! The curve of her hips! And this…”

Junie ran a hand from Melanie’s throat, over her breasts and down her abdomen, resting it on her freshly waxed Mound of Venus.

“This is the main event, Melanie’s fabulous yoni. Melanie, can you fill viewers in about your sex life? Give them some context?”

“I was a virgin until I was twenty-one.”

“Imagine! In this day and age! It’s sort of kinky in its own way. How many lovers have you had?”

“Until a month ago, only one.”

“Ah, yes, the late, but not missed, boyfriend. That didn’t work out so well, did it?”

“He preferred beating off to porn over making love to me.”

“For viewers not up on the latest vernacular, I’ll translate. Melanie’s ex-boyfriend preferred stroking his penis to ejaculation while watching recordings of people performing sex acts on the internet. That right, Melanie?”

“Yes, Junie, that’s essentially correct.”

“Did you try to do anything about that?”

“I lost twenty pounds, but it didn’t matter.”

“We called Melanie ‘The XXX Widow’ when she first came to our home studio. What a shame. What about since then?” Junie’s hand moved down to Melanie’s pussy and gently squeezed her labia in a slow rhythm, massaging her clit through her chubby pussy lips.