Cassanova! You suck it first before you fuck it!' His mouth dropped open along with his eyes. There were laughs and whoopings from the others.
She watched as his head sunk below down onto her cunt. 'I thought you boys said that you do this stuff all the time and how you never had any complaints, huh?' They all threw up their hands unable to find a suitable answer. 'I mean,' she continued, 'that if you're going to do it you should do it right. You just don't go charging into a ladies' cunt without doing it some lip service first-especially nice, pink pussy like this!' she said grabbing onto the head between her legs and rubbing her snatch hard down on it. From the way they looked at her she could tell they'd never had such considerations to juggle before. It was time they got educated, she thought.
They all fucked her-one, two, three, four in a row. As the last one pulled his drooping cock from her soaking cunt she said, 'Well that wasn't bad but I've had better.' The ringleader moved in and gallantly offered her a cigarette and a bottle of beer. 'Hey aren't you afraid of getting pregnant?' he asked as she swigged on the beer and inhaled on the cigarette.
'What!' she squealed.
'I said,' he paused to regroup his sentence, 'aren't you afraid of getting pregnant.'
'What the fuck kind of a question is that? You didn't seem to be very concerned about that when you brought me here and threatened me with your big, manly cocks an hour ago. Well, did you?'
'Nahh, but you know I was just thinkin' about it… '
'OK,' she said without any noticeable drop in her energy level, 'let's see how you boys are at going, through the back door!' They looked at each other and at her and she could see they didn't know what the fuck she was on about. 'You know up the rear end! I want you to screw me in the ass-all in a row!' No one was going to offer any argument to this invitation. 'What's the matter those black bitches you hang around with don't take it up the ass?!?' she asked goading them on. They all mumbled incoherently. They were enjoying her racial taunts as much as she was. They sensed she meant no true malice, that's just the way she was, a foul mouthed little tramp that got turned on by her own babbling brook of filth.
Upon her command they all screwed her up the ass. While the last hot cock was poking around inside her as she squatted on all fours she told the driver to come to the edge of the bed so she could suck him off while the other guy finished what he was doing. They both came at the same time, one up her ass and one in her mouth and she took it all in her stride. She could have gone on all night but the boys looked like they were ready for an early grave.
They dropped her off three blocks from her house. When she got out of the car she said, 'Well maybe I'll see you around some time-if you're lucky!' and then she turned her ass on their exhausted faces and gave a long, low whistling fart that seemed to propel her out of their sight but not out of their memories.
She was very fond of that day. It was one of her favorites in the sexual odyssey of her short life. The day she had come into her own so to speak. A lot of cocks had passed between her legs since then but what she had done for those four guys she was sure was a major contribution to humanity. As she brushed her hair and looked at her latest lover sleeping in bed she wondered what her next sex trip was going to be. There was always something to look forward to she thought, as she watched him turn over and mumble something to himself.
Toni switched the screen off and walked into the kitchen. Lisa was frying bacon and the table was set for breakfast. Outside the sun was warming the water to a comfortable 80 degrees.
'Morning baby,' she said.
'Hi hon, sleep well?' 'You bet.'
Toni watched Lisa's muscular, assured body moving between the rays of sunlight that slanted in through the windows and patio door and thought how strange it was that they had lost sight of one another the way they did. How they had just vanished and melted into their own private landscapes after Toni's time in Tahoe had come to an end, after Lisa's singing career had ebbed, It hit her with a pang of regret-all those lost years.
'I've just had a brainstorm,' Toni said over the smell of bacon.
'Tell me about it bright eyes,' Lisa said brushing a strand of hair from the corner of her mouth.
'If you can tear yourself away from the motel why don't you come up to 'Frisco with me for a week? We can do some shopping and catch a few shows and drive down to Big Sur maybe and all kinds of stuff.'
Lisa looked at her and said, 'That's the nicest brainstorm I've heard all morning.'
Chapter 3
Friday
San Francisco reared its head up at them through a wall of cotton tailed clouds, iridescent in the early afternoon sunlight.
'That's my city!' Toni said craning her neck at the city they called the Paris of the Pacific. 'I love going away because I always love coming back.' It was a sentiment Lisa had heard expressed many times before about many different places. She felt the same way about her own patch of land in the Nevada desert. They fastened their seat belts as the plane bucked into a heavy air pocket and began its descent.
Their ears were still popping open and shut as they stepped into the taxi and Toni could barely hear her own voice giving the driver the address of her apartment on Geary Street.
'It's been years since I've been here,' Lisa said as she watched the outlying suburban sprawl flash by bringing them closer to their destination.
'I'd say this place has weathered the march of time pretty well,' Toni observed like a guidebook. 'If you've got to live in California, this is the place to live as far as I'm concerned.'
Toni paid the driver and tipped him four dollars. Her apartment was situated at the top of one of those notoriously steep San Francisco hills that looked majestically down towards the bay and the span of the Golden Gate bridge.
'Hey I like it already,' Lisa said looking at the elegant dark brown two tone exterior of the building with its window boxes glutted with colorful flowers.
'Wait 'til you see it inside.'
Toni had four palatial rooms with high ceilings, all in wood and dappled with sunlight. 'And two full bathrooms too,' she added as Lisa looked the place over with an approving eye, 'and that's what I call luxury.'
'Beautiful, just beautiful. Where did you get that rug?' Lisa asked admiring a brilliant Persian in the middle of the living room.
'Oh I'll take you there before you go back. Wait til you see all the stuff they've got.'
'I feel like a shot of something. Where do you keep the booze?'
'Right over there,' Toni said pointing to a cabinet in the corner, 'Help yourself. I'm just going to call the office to see what's been going on while I've been away.'
They spent the afternoon browsing through the North Beach book stores, the antique shops in the Marina and by seven were back at the apartment; shoes off, drinks in hand, pleasantly foot sore gazing out at the city sprawled beneath them through the enormous plate glass window of what Toni caller her 'Observation Room'. Two business women at the tail end of the day with the night yet to come.
'I think,' said Toni taking a long, cooling sip of her drink, 'that we should have a bath and then go down to the wharf for dinner. I could do with some good old San Francisco sour dough bread and a nice big lobster. How about you?'
'Start running the bath water,' Lisa said unbuttoning her blouse.
Toni opted for a quick shower instead. Walking into the guest bathroom with a towel laced around her and a second drink in hand she looked at Lisa in the tub, bubbles up to her neck, hair piled high and tight in a casual bun running a yellow washcloth up and down her long, smooth right leg.
'Admiring yourself darling?' she said sitting herself down on the edge of the tub.
'Always,' Lisa said toying with a clot of bubbles.
'Whatcha' thinking?' Lisa asked trying to read her thoughts.
'Oh about flesh and things,' she said dreamily.
'Flesh? You mean my boobs?'
