Free The XXX Weekends by K.C. Cave Page A

don’t think so.” Junie sniffed her hand, dripping with the liquid. “Doesn’t smell like pee. Have you ever squirted?”
    “No, I don’t think so. I peed before you got here.”
    Junie pulled Melanie into her and kissed her hard. “You are a dirty slut.”
    “I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard and so fast in my life.”
    “That’s just a warm up for our honeymoon. Anyway, I’ve got a meeting in twenty minutes. Clean yourself up, Melanie. You’re a mess.”
    “What about you? Can I make you come?”
    “Let’s not push our luck. Michael will take care of me tonight. I’ll email you Amtrak tickets later in the week.”
    And she was gone.

    Just two hours before, Melanie had met Junie in the same elegant restaurant where they had arranged their prior assignation. The surroundings—the crisp, white tablecloth, the crystal wine goblets, the bustling waiters, the clinking of glasses—gave her an erotic charge. They were all reminders of what happened after the first time she met Junie here—explosive sex in a hotel room with Michael, Junie’s husband, a guy who had been kept in an acrylic cock cage for over a year. And the other part of the bargain—her first lesbian tryst with Junie a week later.
    Now they were setting up their next sex romps.
    “You should have seen the look on your face when I told you there was a price for sleeping with me again,” Melanie said, proud of herself for upping Junie, the acknowledged sexual athlete. Junie had made it clear that she wanted to make love to her again, but Melanie negotiated the deal. Her price: Michael.
    “You catch on fast,” Junie said. “And you know what you like. I admire that. But we’re not finished negotiating.”
    “What else can I give you?”
    The women hadn’t touched since they sat down. They were on their second glass of wine. Junie reached for her hand, resting palm up on the table, made a fist, and placed it in Melanie’s open hand.
    Melanie’s stomach dipped with pleasure. “I didn’t forget what I promised.”
    “I have a requirement. Yes, you can have Michael. His next draining is in two weeks, and he’s all yours. In fact, take him for the weekend.”
    “Does he really like me that much? To spend a couple days making love to me?”
    “First, it doesn’t matter. He does what he’s told. Actually, though, I’m pretty sure he’s in love with you. And certainly in lust. I made him tell me in detail what went down between you two. He’s quite transparent.”
    “That’s hardly an onerous requirement.”
    “That’s not it. What I need from you is your agreement to be, uh…” Junie looked away. “Why does this always happen when I’m with you? I’m almost never at a loss for words.”
    Melanie waited.
    “You’re tight, Melanie. A weekend of romping with Michael and his extraordinarily small peepee isn’t going to do much to remedy that. I want you to, uh, experience another lover who can…”
    “Gordon, right? Your highly endowed black lover?”
    “I was curious, so I made a fist and held it up to Gordon’s cock. Much to my surprise, my fist is wider. He’s like, Woman, what the fuck are you doing? I explained to him my dilemma. I really want to fist you. I am going to fist you. But, poor Melanie, you’re so inexperienced.”
    Junie paused.
    “A lot of women are just staggered when they see his cock the first time. Out of necessity, over the years he’s developed a technique. He’s figured out how to make a woman relax, put her in control, and loosen up. That way, it’s not a question of him putting his cock in. It’s the woman comfortably making the adjustments and engulfing him. Really, it’s just mind over matter. The vagina is all muscle, it stretches. After all, it is the birth canal.”
    “I see where this is going.”
    Junie nodded. “So, Gordon suggested that he could help—as an intermediate step before we get together. Not an entirely selfless offer on his part, obviously. He loves fucking