The Punany Experience (24 page)

Robeson moved slowly, easing his way into Shawna’s ass. His short, fat dick massaged her walls and her body began to rock slowly back and forth. With his hands, he guided her hips; with his thumbs, he massaged her hipbones. Davis got up on his knees in front of her. With both hands on her head, he massaged the base of her skull and pushed his dick in and out of her mouth. The men found no need for conversation or commands. They were a silent team, communicating though eye contact and body language. Shawna felt her tension drain from her. Her clit even calmed down as the rest of her body made its presence known and appreciated in ways she had forgotten about since she had become a wife and mother. Shawna felt as light as a feather, floating back to the comfort zone of passivity she had enjoyed before her husband and children came to steal her joy. The three hovered there in that space for a while until both men came together; Robeson into his condom, Davis down her throat.

“Good girl,” Davis said, pushing his tongue into her mouth, sucking anything remaining of himself off of her tongue. “You didn’t spill a drop.”

“That felt so good,” Shawna said. She could still feel her back and hips and head tingling with tiny muscular orgasms.

“You like that, huh?” Robeson asked, smacking Shawna’s ass softly as he pulled out to change his rubber and to choreograph the next scene.

Davis spread her legs wide so Robeson could get a good look at his handiwork. “Look, partner,” he said. “You got her little hole stuck open.”

Robeson strapped up again and lay on his back on the bed. Davis picked Shawna up and placed her on Robeson’s lap so she could swallow Robeson’s dick with her ass again. Davis pushed her back against Robeson’s chest and shoved his diamond cutter inside of her. A deep moan escaped her lips as the cocks pushed against one another inside of her.

There, wrapped between these strong cops who risked their lives every day for a city that hated them, she surrendered control. She let Robeson and Davis bite and beat and fuck and suck whatever they wanted to and was not about to apologize for any of it. Shawna wanted to make sure she had some real men in her life. I’ll bet getting
them
on all fours would be impossible, she thought, as visions of Hartford getting fucked by the dirty biker flashed in her mind. Her pussy was so wet, Davis was swimming in it as her walls seemed to collapse and give way to a river of her juices. She began to cry and to buck wildly, making both dicks slip out of her body.

“No,” she cried. “Give them to me; give me those dicks.”

Davis nodded at Robeson. “You heard the lady,” he said.

Robeson rolled his condom off. The officers presented their dicks to the insatiable woman, who lay begging for them on the bed. Shawna grabbed their cocks and slid her hands up and down their shafts, licking, sucking, and milking the men until they both spilled on her face.

Shawna lay with her eyes closed, and her hips still pumping gently against the air. “I could cum a thousand more times,” she said. “You don’t know who you are fucking with.”

“No, you don’t know who
you’re
fucking with,” Davis said as he leaned in and kissed her on the lips, and gathered a little juice for himself. When Shawna opened her eyes, they were kissing.

T
HE
C
UT
B:
So what did you think?

T.C
ALLOWAY
:
I think you’re very special. I think you’re going to make a great addition to our team. If we’re going to take our chances going to print in a digital world, I can’t imagine gambling on a more talented writer.

T
HE
C
UT
B:
I really enjoyed writing the article. You should have seen Bill; he was so happy to be clean and in a bed at the hospital.

T.C
ALLOWAY
:
You describe him so well. I was standing in the hospital room with you. I never would’ve thought of putting a human-interest piece on a homeless man together with a food review. You even managed to tie in to the restaurateur’s American dream.

T
HE
C
UT
B:
Well, at least now, her business should pick back up when people find out that her food isn’t contaminated with salmonella.

T.C
ALLOWAY
:
You’re building a very nice portfolio. You should start backing up your work on our server, in case anything happens to your hard drive.

T
HE
C
UT
B:
OK. I will do it right away. I’ve been thinking about your offer. It sounds better and better to me all of the time. Can I call you to talk about it?

T.C
ALLOWAY
:
No, I really don’t do phones. Put it in an email. Got to fly.

B
LUE STOOD IN THE HALLWAY OUTSIDE OF THE KITCHEN
listening to Alex and Raven talk. Alex finished stacking the dishes in the dishwasher and Raven swept the floor.

“I don’t know why we have to clean up whenever we come over here,” Raven complained. “Don’t they have maids?”

“No,” Alex said. “It’s just the two of them. They don’t need maids.”

“Then they need to do whatever they do when we aren’t here,”
she said, putting her broom down. She had swept lint and crumbs into a small pile on the kitchen floor. “I’m not picking that up.”

“Don’t start,” Alex said. “Please, we can have a nice time here. Tomorrow, I’ll take you outside. You can ride the horse.”

“That horse doesn’t like me.”

“I wonder why?” Alex said, holding the dustpan on the floor near the trash for Raven. “Just get the broom and sweep the trash in it and you can go watch cartoons.”

“No,” Raven said, crossing her arms. “I ain’t a maid.”

Alex was getting frustrated with the girl and wanted to go lay down, so she grabbed the broom and held the dustpan down with her foot.

“What are you doing?” Blue asked her.

“I’m sweeping this up so I can go to bed. I’m tired, Auntie, and Raven’s getting on my nerves.”

“Dump it out.”

“But, Aunt Blue…”

“Dump it out. I told Raven to do it and that’s just what she’s going to do; even if it takes all night.”

Alex did as she was told and handed the broom and dustpan to Raven. “I tried to warn you.” Raven stuck her tongue out at her sister. “Good night, Aunt Blue.”

“Good night, sweetheart,” she said, receiving a peck on her cheek from Alex, who happily trailed off down the hall and up the stairs to her designated bedroom. “Well?” Blue said, looking at Raven. “Is this going to be a long fight or a short night?” Raven dropped the dustpan and let the broom handle fall to the floor. “Have it your way,” Blue said, taking a seat at the table. “Stand right there and don’t you move a muscle unless you’re moving to do what I told you to do.”

How Hartford could have such an unruly child was beyond her.
“Is he paying any attention to what’s going on in his house?” Blue wondered. She wasn’t going to beat the child, and she could not really make her stand there, but Raven was as stubborn as any Crow had ever been so she wouldn’t budge until she couldn’t stand anymore. Blue hummed gospel hymns while she waited for Raven to stand down. It took nearly three hours for Raven to break down and finally sweep the trash up and put it into the can.

“Okay,” Blue said. “Put those things in the closet. Then you can go to bed. But don’t turn on the TV, or we’ll have round two.”

R
AVEN KNEW THAT
B
LUE WOULD BE DOWNSTAIRS
for another couple of hours, drinking. She rolled out of bed and crept into Blue’s master bedroom. The carpet was soft under her feet. She stopped for a moment, squishing her toes in it as she looked around to see what she could do damage to without getting caught. The nightlight in the bathroom was on.

“Oh, yeah,” she said when she had figured it out. “Round two.”

“This is what you get, you evil bitch. You want to make somebody a maid. I’ll clean up for you, all right,” Raven said, pulling Blue’s toothbrush out of its holder on the sink. She knelt in front of the toilet and dipped the brush in the water and swirled it around. “Oh, my goodness,” Raven said. “Oh, my, is that a stain? Shame on me.” Raven scrubbed the stains from every corner of the toilet bowl with the toothbrush, until the bowl nearly sparkled. “There, the toilet is as good as new. Now let me get the shower.” She was inside the tub, behind the shower curtain, when she heard Blue coming.

Blue had to pee so bad, it seemed like her lungs were filled with vodka. She stumbled through her room and into her private bathroom and plopped down on the toilet. She seemed to pee forever.
“Oh, what a relief,” she said. She wiped and was ready to get up, when she felt Dream Crow’s cabbage and vinegar taking her stomach over. “Uh oh,” she said.

Her asshole sounded off like a foghorn and expelled a scent that made Raven slide to the floor of the bathtub. Raven remained trapped in her own funky prison for a good fifteen minutes. It was torture but it gave Raven an idea.

The next morning, Raven was transformed; she was positive and engaging. She woke up bright and early and helped Dream Crow feed the chickens. She played Scrabble with her sister and her aunts in the afternoon and volunteered to clean up by herself after dinner.

Raven had even suggested the family movie Dream Crow should pick up from Blockbuster. “Oh, you’re going to just love
Happily N’Ever After
,” she said, singing praises of the film until Dream Crow and Blue left to go find it.

Alex was very suspicious. “What gives?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, why are you being so nice, all of a sudden?”

“I just feel like it,” Raven said.

“Really? Aunt Blue must’ve had you standing on your feet for a long time last night. Shoot, if I knew that would work, I would’ve done it years ago.” Raven smiled at that, but did not laugh. “So, are you really going to clean the kitchen by yourself, or do you need me to help you? I will; I don’t mind.”

“I’m for real. I’m going to clean the kitchen.”

“Okay, then. I’m going to go take my shower and stuff. Let me know when they get back with the movie.”

“Okay,” Raven said, rinsing a dish and placing it neatly in the dishwasher.

“Hey, Raven?”

“Huh?”

“It’s nice to see you like this. Maybe tomorrow we can get the horse to let you on his back.”

“Okay.”

Raven turned the oven on to 350 degrees, like the tube of cookie dough instructed. She got a cookie sheet out of the cabinet and spooned the dough onto the cookie sheet, making three neat rows of four. From her pocket, she pulled the chocolate bar she had found in Blue’s bathroom medicine cabinet.

S
HAWNA WAS STILL WALKING ON AIR FROM HER TRYST
with the Officers Friendly when Blue called her to come get Raven. “I’m telling you, she’s the devil and you need to come get her. She’s got every one of us over here sick, shitting all over the place.”

“I’ll just take them both,” Shawna said anxiously.

“That won’t be necessary,” Blue said, grunting into the phone. “There’s no sense in punishing Alex for what Raven has done. Alex wants to stay and we love having her. Besides, she’s sick too.”

“Fine,” Shawna said. “I’ll be there in the morning.”

“No, honey, if you want her back in one piece, you need to come right now,” Blue demanded.

She had Raven packed, prayed over, and waiting at the front door when Shawna arrived. Blue fanned sage smoke around with a church fan that had an image of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. on it and said, “Anything not here for the highest and best of good, be gone!” and pushed Raven out of the door.

Korea hadn’t spoken to Stormy all weekend and Stormy’s attempts at apologies were futile. But when Stormy told her about Hartford, she was all ears.

It was funny, Hartford thought, how things always work themselves out for him. Here, he had come all this way to L.A. to experiment with a little ass play, but had found out that what he was looking for was actually already available at home, just minutes away from his own uneventful bedroom. He read the email from Stormy again, feeling his heart beat faster.

“I’ve been thinking about what we discussed. Have you? This is my email address, use it to contact me, I’m online every evening until about 9. When are you coming back home? Let me know if you need a ride from the airport. Korea would like to meet you.”

Hartford had been thinking about Stormy’s fantasy. The taste of her tongue was the most delicious thing he had savored at the restaurant the night they had met. He wanted more. If her lady friend looked and tasted anything like her, he could not wait to get back to Oakland. He was done with Shawna. He would stay married to her for the kids’ sake, or until some real wife material came along. But he was through with her. She was selfish, inconsiderate, spoiled, lazy, and superficial. He hated that he had been pressured by the music game to get with a woman like her. She was fine and all, but besides her good looks, there was nothing there. He really missed Magenta. His first wife was a real lady. Alex was so much like her.

Hartford picked up his phone and called his sisters. “Hey, Dream Crow. How’s it going?” She told him all that had happened, with Blue interjecting a few choice words in the background. Hartford was shocked and embarrassed. “I’m on my way home.”

“What for?” Dream Crow asked. “There’s nothing you can do here, besides bring us some toilet paper. We are just shitting all day, that’s all. Come to think of it, you should stay in L.A. as long as you need to get your out-of-town business finished. That way, when you come back here, you can be present and let these girls know that they have a father. You know, when you leave a house full of women together, there’s going to be drama.”

Hartford talked to his beloved daughter for a while and promised her that he would not leave town for a long time once he got home.

“I miss you, Daddy,” Alex said. “I can’t wait to see you.”

“I love you, baby girl.”

“I love you more.”