By K.C. Cave
Text copyright 2015 K.C. Cave
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Melanie pulled the door to the handicapped stall behind her and yanked off her wet panties, as ordered.
What the fuck am I doing? That crazy bitch Junie will be here in two minutes. Has she done this before? Is she a serial ladies room perv? Why did I agree to this?
She answered her own question: Two glasses of wine and soaking wet panties, the result of us planning our upcoming weekend of nonstop lesbian sex. I’m lucky she didn’t get on her knees and start lapping my cunt under the table.
Hiking up her skirt, Melanie plopped on the toilet seat and released. She flushed, and, just as she finished wiping, the women’s room door opened and fast footsteps echoed off the walls. The stall’s door flew open.
Junie attacked, pulling Melanie to her feet. She pushed her against the back wall, and kissed her deeply. While her tongue pushed into Melanie’s mouth, her hands pulled at her skirt, exposing her bare behind. Junie pushed a knee between her legs and spread her wide. Melanie, straddling the toilet, responded instantly, her pussy slick with need as Junie inserted first one, and then two fingers, into her and began thrusting.
“Fuck, Junie, goddam, what if someone…” Melanie protested between kisses.
“We’re the only women in the restaurant. If someone comes in, just shut the fuck up. Unbutton your goddam blouse.”
Melanie’s fingers flew at the buttons. With her free hand, Junie pulled her bra down and clamped her mouth on Melanie’s rock-hard nipple.
It was unreal. Just over two minutes before, Melanie had been sitting across the table from Junie in the elegant restaurant. And now this: She’s fucking me in the ladies room!
The bathroom door opened, and the women froze.
Junie clamped a hand over Melanie’s mouth. Then came the sound of water rushing in the sink.
Junie’s fingers had stopped in mid-thrust as they stood intertwined in the cramped stall, their hearts pounding. But she ground the heel of her palm slowly into Melanie’s clit as the unseen person washed her hands at the sink. With her other hand, Junie slowly grazed the pad of her thumb across Melanie’s smooth lower lip. The touch tingled lips above and below the other woman’s waist.
At the blast of the hand dryer, Junie resumed pumping her fingers deep into Melanie’s vagina.
The door opened and closed. They were alone again. Junie crushed her lips against Melanie’s.
Melanie exploded, her hips thrusting as she came into Junie’s hand. The fire of her orgasm sizzled its way through her body and melted a liquid path down her legs.
They both started at the sound of liquid splashing in water. Was someone in the adjacent stall? Was there a third person in the restroom?
“Junie! What the…”
“Goddam, Melanie! Look!” She had squirted all over Junie’s hand, her juices running down her wrist and forearm. Melanie watched as a rooster tail of liquid squirted out of her pussy and cascaded into the toilet bowl.
“Am I peeing?”
“I 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 white women. Gordon has no shortage of lovers, however. So it really is considerate of him.”
“How did you meet him?”
“He was a grad student and teaching at my high school. I seduced him. He didn’t know what hit him.” Junie smiled at the memory. “I had made up my mind I was going to have him. Before he could object, I was sucking his cock in a storage closet.”
“Did you sleep with him?”
“God, yes. He was terrified I’d open my yap and he’d lose his job, or worse. I was discreet, however. We had our affair during my last two years of high school.”
“Do you remember the first time?”
“Vividly. It was in the woods behind the school.”
“Did it hurt?”
“I almost fainted when I saw his cock. But I had already stripped down to nothing, and there was no backing out. But I was sexually active—had been for years. He bent me over and took me from behind. Slowly. It burned at first, but I adjusted. And I came!”
“And since high school?”
“Off and on. We’re good friends. And fuck buddies before there was such a thing.”
“So, how is this going to work? Will this be a threesome?”
“Gosh, no, Melanie. Gordon detests Michael. The cuckolded husband and all that. Gordon will be out of town most of that weekend. We worked it out. He’ll meet you at a bar Sunday afternoon. He’ll buy you a drink. I can comfortably predict he’ll seduce you. If it makes you more comfortable, you can take him to my place. Michael will be there. That should up the comfort level for you.”
“What about you?”
Junie’s faced turned quizzical. “Me?”
“Don’t you want to be there? To watch your black lover, you know, stretch me?”
“Heavens no, dear. Why would I want to do that? Anyway, I’ll be away that weekend.”
Lunch arrived, and the women’s conversation turned to politics. Earlier that day, the Supreme Court had ruled that gay marriage is legal in every state.
“It makes me so happy to see lesbians walking down the street hand-in-hand, smooching in bars, dancing in clubs,” Junie said as the table was cleared.
“I know two couples who are getting ready to tie the knot.”
“It’s made me think about our weekend.”
“Weekend?”
“If you get Michael for a weekend, it’s only fair that I get you for a weekend, right?”
“Sure. What are your plans?”
“Gay marriage is in the air. Can’t you smell it?” Junie grinned.
“What in the world are you leading up to?”
“You’re going to be my wife, Melanie. For two whole glorious days. We’re going to go on our honeymoon. We’re going to parade around town, arm in arm, holding each other tight, smooching and cooing.”
Melanie stiffened. “I am not a lesbian.”
“No! Neither am I! We’ll pretend! It’ll be fun.”
“Junie, I can’t strut around Boston…”
“I didn’t say here.”
“Where?”
“In D.C. I’ll be at a conference at the Library of Congress that ends Friday at five. I’ll pick you up at Union Station at six forty-five. I’ve got reservations at a great little boutique hotel just off Dupont Circle.”
“I see.”
“Think of it. Two hot chicks dressed to kill, hanging off each other. D.C. is so straight-laced and self-important. We’ll stand out, but in a nice way. We’ll make a splash wherever we go. People will nudge each other and say, Look at those hot lesbians! On Saturday, I’ve got tickets for the ballet at the Kennedy Center. I’ll buy you a drink at intermission. Well, actually, the whole weekend is on me.”
“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.
“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.
“Michael, it will be status quo. You’ll address Melanie as ‘Lady.’ You follow our orders. You’re to service her sexually—I mean, orally and digitally—on demand, just like me. Melanie, it’s a great deal. Michael will be our slave. He cooks, he cleans. Just don’t get in the way of his freelance writing. Everyone understand?”
Melanie, wide-eyed, nodded.
“The next question is logistical. Where do you sleep?”
“Princess, I can move stuff out of the spare bedroom and set up the futon,” Michael said.
“Yeah, that occurred to me, too. But what a pain in the ass. I’ve got another idea. Melanie, I want you to share my bed.”
“What about Michael?”
“He sleeps down the hall. He’s only allowed in the bedroom to clean and, when he’s lucky, at my express invitation.”
“Oh.”
“Is that okay? Will you sleep with me?”
“Junie, you know I’d like nothing better. I mean, unless it was sleeping with Michael.” She looked at him and smiled. “It’s just that I don’t understand how I can contribute—I mean, money for food and household expenses.”
“If you’re not employed, you can’t. So don’t worry about it. We’re doing fine financially. You’ll get a job. Then you’ll get your degree and a teaching gig.”
“How do I thank you?”
“I’m going to fuck you every day.”
Melanie beamed.
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Welcome to the Club II: The Glory Hole Shebang
Alison’s Erotic Adventures (a compilation of Books 1 thru 3 below)
Lip Service (Book 1 of Alison’s Erotic Adventures)
Upping the Ante (Book 2 of Alison’s Erotic Adventures)
Alison’s New Toy (Book 3 of Alison’s Erotic Adventures)
Come Again (Book 4 of Alison’s Erotic Adventures)
China Dragon (Book 5 of Alison’s Erotic Adventures)
Making Michael Obey (a compilation of the 5 stories below)