The XXX Weekends (3 page)

“Well, I met you.”

“And?”

“In pretty short order, I was sleeping with your husband.”

“Okay, folks, kind of a long story. In a nutshell, my husband is a cuckold under my complete control. It’s a relationship that’s totally consensual and that we both enjoy. I own his sex life. When Melanie here, horny as fuck after years of neglect from her asshole boyfriend, expressed interest in sleeping with my handsome husband, I agreed. And, an important side note. He wears an acrylic cock cage and hadn’t had sex in over a year.”

“There was a price.”

“
Was
there! In return for an afternoon of sex with hubby, Melanie agreed to an afternoon of sex with—me!”

“It was fun.”

“Hear that folks? Lesbian sex, which judging from our fan mail is a complete mystery to most of you, is just a barrel of laughs. Oh, by the way, viewers—it was my first time with a woman, too. What else, Melanie?”

“You said you’d like to fist me.”

“Tell the viewers what ‘to fist’ means.”

“Sometimes I think Junie wishes she had a penis so she could fuck me. In lieu of that, she would like to slowly and
painlessly
slide
all
the fingers of her hand inside my vagina.” Melanie shot Junie a hard glance.

“And then make a fist, whereby I will thrust into you until you come like a banshee.”

“That’s the plan.”

“Melanie, anything else you’d like to tell our viewers before we get started?”

“Well, yes, Junie, I’m glad you asked.” Turning her face to the camera: “Out of a real concern for me and my relative sexual inexperience, Junie arranged a date for me with one of her lovers. Not only was he tall, dark and handsome, he was prodigiously endowed.”

“Gosh, well, yes, Melanie, I’m so glad you brought that up! Tell me, dear, how’d that go? I mean, you’re not normally into fucking guys on the first date, isn’t that right?”

“I’ll say! He was my first! Yes, initially, I was quite nervous. But what a guy! Such a gentleman! We met in a bar and, really, I just swooned. He smelled of cinnamon! Slamming down two margaritas made a big difference, too!”

“Okay, Melanie, tell the folks my ulterior motive in hooking you up with my black bull.”

“
His cock
!” she gushed, holding her hands about a foot apart. “A stretching was in order for our big weekend in D.C. Junie was showing some serious concern over my ability to take her fist inside me.”

“Don’t hold back, dear. How’d that fuck date go?”

“My fear just melted. Sure, it’s scary if you think about a guy ramming a ten-inch horse cock into you. What makes the difference is
wanting
that hot, black throbbing hunk of man meat in your pussy!”

“Safe to say, Melanie, you got him in?”

“Ride ‘em, cowgirl! I climbed on top and took him! An inch at a time!”

As they spoke to the cameras, Junie’s manipulation of Melanie’s pussy yielded visible results. Now propped up on her elbows, Melanie looked down and watched as Junie kneaded her pussy lips, gripping them hard and squeezing her clitoris in a circular motion. Her outer labia were swollen and red, while her long inner lips opened like a flower, moist and inviting.

“Gosh, I love her pussy! Look at her long inner labia. I just want to…” Junie moved in and lapped Melanie’s long protruding lips with her tongue, then took them into her mouth and gently sucked. Melanie bucked her hips, and Junie sat up.

“My first pussy. I’ve sucked a lot of cock in my day, but I’m starting to think this is more fun,” Junie said to the camera. Pushing Melanie’s knees back and apart, she ran a finger below her vagina. “And down here, we have her pretty little rosebud.” She dolloped some lube on the puckered asshole and gently circled it with a fingertip. Melanie gasped. “This will be part two, but that’s another show.”

Junie held her hand to the camera. “Please observe, viewers. I’m freshly manicured. Nails are trimmed. But is our subject ready?”

She pushed Melanie’s knees down, put her face on her thighs, and spoke to the camera.

“As you can see, viewers, Melanie is in an advanced state of sexual arousal. Being a woman, of course, this just doesn’t happen in ten minutes. Melanie has been wined and dined, kissed and fondled, nuzzled and nibbled, haven’t you, dear?”

“I think it was that martini.”

“Yes, she’s a bit liquored up. Plus, I’ve been groping her all night. We made quite a spectacle of ourselves, didn’t we? I couldn’t help but notice both men
and
women casting admiring glances our way throughout the evening. While Melanie is spectacularly nude right now, she was simply
stunning
tonight, dressed to kill in a fitted sheath with a lace top with mesh underneath. Her pink dress came to mid-thigh, and her platform heels made her round little behind just that much rounder. Quite the delectable cupcake! I couldn’t keep my hands off her!”

Melanie’s breathing now came deep and fast. She spread her knees to allow Junie better access to her charms.

“Okay, folks, one final adjustment, and we’re ready to go.”

Junie attached leather cuffs to Melanie’s wrists and tied her to the bedposts. “This is really more to make sure that our subject here stays in the picture frame,” she explained, and kissed Melanie on the mouth—a long, deep, lingering kiss. She removed the microphone from her bra and slipped it off. Her breasts were boyish compared to Melanie’s prodigious mounds. But her nipples were stiff and protruding. After taping the mic to her collarbone, Junie resumed her place on the bed.

“Now, we’re set! Let the fisting begin!”

Using both hands, Junie spread Melanie’s labia. “Let’s start with one.”

One finger slid in, while her other hand framed Melanie’s pussy. Thrusting her hips, Melanie whimpered. “More!”

“Ah. I think she means two fingers.” Junie slid her middle finger in Melanie’s cunt. Her other hand squeezed her labia and made little circles as she massaged her clit.

Looking at the camera, Junie mouthed, “Three.”

Melanie’s head swayed from side to side as Junie slowly fucked her with half her hand.

“Okay, viewers, it feels pretty tight in there. But I think this girl can handle more.”

Four fingers.

“Okay, stop.” Melanie was flushed, her look intent. Red splotches on the inside of her thighs marked a new level of sexual excitement.

Junie froze, her eyes focused on Melanie’s face. “I can pull out.”

“Just hold it there. It’s burning. Just a little.”

“No rush.”

“More lube.”

Junie slathered more KY on her hand and around Melanie’s entrance. The mic at her throat picked up squelchy sounds as Junie worked the gel onto her hand and around Melanie’s cunt.

“Okay, push. Real slow.”

Junie, still focused on her lover’s face, moved her hand a couple millimeters farther in. “I’m almost to the knuckles.”

“Stop.”

“Breathe, darling. Deep breaths,” Junie ordered. She waited. Her eyes never wavered from Melanie’s.

“Go.”

“Melanie, I’m folding my thumb into my palm. Okay? You ready?”

“Yes.” Melanie’s nipples, hard and dark red, pointed at the ceiling, as her breasts heaved. A sheen of perspiration coated her face. Her legs were spread wide. Junie checked the monitors and zoomed in on the pussy cam. Her hand and Melanie’s labia filled the big screen in front of the bed.

“Push.”

Melanie’s “ah, ah, ah” turned into a yell as Junie’s hand disappeared into her pussy.

“I’m in!”

“Just hold it! Don’t move!” Melanie’s shoulders were raised off the bed as she tugged on the ropes securing her wrists.

“Look at the monitor! The TV!” In glorious HD, Junie’s arm disappeared into Melanie’s pussy. Her wrist was framed by her lover’s long inner lips. Melanie’s juices glistened on her labia and Junie’s arm.

Their breathing was fast and shallow. Junie waited, her eyes glued to her lover. After about two minutes, Melanie settled back on the bed.

“Make a fist.”

Deep inside Melanie, Junie curled her fingers.

“Oh, god, oh god, oh fuck, fuck,
fuck
!”

“Goddam it, Melanie!”

“Fuck me! Oh, god!
Fuck me
!”

Junie thrust into Melanie, twisting her wrist as she fucked her lover. She watched, incredulous, as Melanie’s abdomen swelled in the shape of her hand as she hit bottom deep inside her cunt. Kneeling between her knees, now intently laboring, Junie furiously rubbed Melanie’s clit with her other hand as she fucked her with her fist. The incessant pumping overwhelmed Melanie. Her body shuddered, and she came with an electric force. As she threw her head back and screamed, the power of her orgasm expelled Junie’s hand from her pussy.

“Jesus! Melanie! I could feel your spasms!”

“Kiss me! Kiss me!” Melanie begged.

Junie ran her wet hand over Melanie’s tummy, smearing her with her own juices, as she pulled her lover to her and kissed her. Reaching up, she released the cuffs, and Melanie pulled Junie into her arms. Collapsing on the bed next to her, Junie found the remote and turned the lights and cameras off. Melanie’s hand snaked its way to Junie’s cunt, hot and wet. The sight, sound and sensations of Melanie’s orgasm had her on the edge of blowing. In under five minutes, Melanie’s fingers sent jittery waves through Junie’s body, and she came into her lover’s hand.

Sated and exhausted, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The next morning, the women slept in. After breakfast, they walked to the Phillips Collection, where Melanie showed her girlfriend that she had more than a passing knowledge of modern art.

At lunch, Junie leaned in to Melanie, reached under the table, and squeezed her hand. “Let’s go back to the room and watch a movie.”

The room had been made up while they were gone. Junie immediately undressed and climbed on the bed, but Melanie demurred. “I’m sore.” Junie kissed her on the nose and curled up in Melanie’s arms as they watched their movie.

“In-
fucking
-credible,” Melanie said when it was over. “I’m like, I don’t know, a sexual volcano! You can see that my whole body is on fire! And, Junie, you were so turned on!”

“I can honestly say I was never so sexually aroused in my life. Watching my arm disappear into you—it was like magic. When you came, you squeezed me so hard, you pushed me right out of you.”

Junie walked over to the laptop on the coffee table. “I just hit this button and it’s deleted.”

“Push another button instead and make me a copy.”

Michael walked into the living room and sat opposite Junie, sitting with her legs crossed, perusing her tablet.

“Who was that on the phone?” she asked, not looking up.

“Melanie. She’s got a problem.”

Junie looked up. “Tell me.”

“Princess, it’s a perfect economic shit storm, it would seem. Her fellowship was canceled, she lost her part-time job, and she missed two months’ rent.”

“She never said anything.”

“It gets worse. She was evicted. She’s got to be out of her apartment by Friday.”

“What’s she going to do?”

“I had to drag it out of her. She’s going to sleep in her car.”

Junie turned red. “
What?
Homeless? No fucking way.”

Michael looked at her. “Got any ideas, Princess?”

She thought for a minute. “Yes, I do. I’m calling a crash meeting. I want her over here tonight.”

Two hours later, Junie met Melanie at the door. She gave a wan smile and tried to walk by Junie into the living room. Junie would have none of it. Pulling Melanie to her, Junie kissed her on the lips. “Have a seat, sister.”

Michael walked in with a tray—wine for the ladies, sparkling water for him, hummus and pita bread all around.

“Do you ever wear clothes?” Melanie asked him.

“Not around my two favorite women.”

Junie started. “Michael told me everything. I just want to be upfront. No lover of mine is going to be homeless. Understand? We’ve got room here. Plenty of room.”

“I didn’t want to ask. I mean, something usually comes up—a last-minute solution. It’s just that this happened so suddenly.” Melanie’s hair fell into her face, her eyes were downcast, and she was slumped on the couch next to Junie. “I really appreciate your offer. I can store most of my stuff in the car. I won’t be in the way. As soon as I find a job…”

Junie pursed her lips. “That’s not what I had in mind.”

“Well, what?”

“Michael, do you love Melanie?”

He looked up and met his wife’s eyes. “Yes. That a problem?”

Junie shook her head. “Fuck, no. There’s not enough love in the world. Now, jealousy, that’s a problem. I’m not the jealous type. And neither are you.”

She looked at Melanie. “I fell in love with you in D.C. Yeah, the sex was great—epic, really. But that’s not all. When I hold you in my arms, it feels right. I care for you very deeply.”

“I love you, too. Both of you.”

“It’s settled,” Junie said, brightening. “Let’s work out the details. First off, you’re not moving in and staying until you get stabilized. You’re
moving in
. Got it?”

“Okay.”

“The ground rules. Michael has just under three months left on his chastity contract. So, his penis is off-limits. But I can move up his draining schedule to monthly. Melanie, that means he’s all yours every four weeks. You can have him masturbate, you can milk his prostate, you can fuck him. I don’t care.