The XXX Weekends

by K. C. Cave

  “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.

  “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 h
er 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.”