The Johnson Sisters Page 3

  After the room calmed down from the banana tricks, Ashley went on to show us some sexual position books and massage books. She passed them around for us to get a better idea of what the books entailed.

  “I think I have done all these positions,” Kimara said, taking a sip of her wine.

  Scanning through the book, Vivian said, “If you did all of these positions, then you are truly the master at this craft, because I don’t see some of these positions as humanly possible. Who thinks of this stuff?”

  “Like we aren’t already performing acrobatic moves in the bedrooms,” Shauna said, looking in another book alongside Dawn. “Spin around on the dick. Put your legs behind your head and finger your ass. Now finger my ass. Lick your nipple while you squeeze my butt at the same time. Do a handstand while I eat you out. Twist your head this way so you can touch your toes with your tongue. And my favorite, can you Luke dance on my face?” Shauna joked.

  Everybody burst into laughter. Tears were streaming down many faces as they laughed at the truth. Men did think we were gymnasts.

  “You crazy, girl,” I said, dabbing at the tears so as not to mess up my makeup.

  “No, these men are crazy. If we could suck them, fuck them, and fix a sandwich at the same time while watching a ballgame, men would think we were goddesses, or should I say magicians,” Shauna kidded. “How about they reach down and suck their own dicks? Show me that so I can be amazed for once,” she said.

  “You know they had a man from Africa whose dick was so long he could do that,” Kimara said.

  “I heard about him. They said his dick went to his knees,” Bella agreed.

  “See. They trying to outdo us again,” Shauna said. “They are sucking their own dicks now. We have to perform our due diligence before all men figure out it’s best to do one another,” she said.

  Everyone laughed at my crazy sister. One thing about the Johnson women, we damn sure speak our minds. Shauna and I are the two who are so much alike when it comes to our mouths. I am the diva version of Shauna, where she comes off more hood. I have to also admit she is as pretty and shapely as me. Out of all my sisters, we look the most alike. Sometimes people think we are twins, which makes me mad sometimes, since Shauna is four years older than me. Either they think I am old as hell, or she looks young. I’m going with Shauna looking young.

  The party that was supposed to last one hour turned into two hours. Everybody had something to say about most of the merchandise and was having a ball. Where the excitement hit the fan was when we got into the toys. I have to say I could hardly contain my anticipation either.

  “This is the bullet,” Ashley said, holding up the rubber-covered bullet, which was black and had a remote control hooked to it for speeds specific to your pleasure.

  “I’ve heard of this thing, and if it does what I heard it do, I want you to ring me up now,” Bella said.

  “It does work, girl. I have one, and it’s the best investment ever,” Kimara said. “I haven’t hit high yet. I’m scared if I do, I’m going to blast off into orbit.”

  Everybody chuckled. Several “I’m getting that’s” rang out, and all I could do was think about all the free merchandise I was going to be getting for myself.

  “Do you have something like this that will benefit both the man and woman at the same time?” Mayumi asked.

  “We sure do,” Ashley said, turning to her table and picking up two toys. “This toy here is like a condom with benefits. You slide this down on your man’s member.”

  “What’s that big thing on the tip, where the man’s head is?” someone asked.

  “These little fringes are meant to massage and tantalize your insides when he goes in and out of you,” Ashley explained. “This is the least expensive of our partnering toys.”

  “Will that thing come off, though?” my sister Serena asked.

  “I’m pretty sure it will if the man has a little dick,” Kimara said. “Ain’t nothing worse than getting a condom stuck up in you.”

  Laughter erupted again.

  “Most times it stays on, but there’s always a chance it can come off,” Ashley said. “I am going to show you another partnering toy. This one is our highest in price, but also one of our top sellers.”

  “Are those bunny ears?” Vivian asked.

  “Yes. This is like a cock ring, which goes around the base of the man’s member. The bullet comes with it and vibrates the both of you. The ears are meant to tickle your happy spot, and this part vibrates his ball region,” Ashley explained.

  “To get the best bang for your buck, ladies, you need to ride him. Get on top and ride until you can’t ride no more. I have that, too,” Kimara said.

  “You’re just filled with spiciness, aren’t you, Kimara? Is there anything you don’t have?” Vivian asked.

  “I’d rather not go into my repertoire of freak-nasty toys,” she joked, causing more giggles.

  Finally we were getting to the nitty-gritty of the toys—the vibrators. Ashley picked up this chocolate dildo that looked so much like a black man’s dick I had to wonder if she was into black men. From the way she was holding that seven-inch dildo, homegirl looked like she was. Regardless, I was in heaven.

  “This is the part I’ve been waiting for,” someone said.

  “Me too. I need something that’s going to satisfy me when a man ain’t around,” another said.

  “Well, ladies, if I don’t have it here, then shame on our company, because we usually have the best of the best,” Ashley said. “Our rotating vibrators seem to be the bestsellers. With any of these, you can’t go wrong. But in our traditional, this seven-inch is very popular,” Ashley said, holding up the chocolate brown vibrator.

  “Y’all skimping on some inches when it comes to this one, aren’t you?” Shauna asked. “I’ve seen some chocolate ones at least nine inches or more.”

  “Me too,” I concurred.

  “Most women might not want something so big up in them,” Dawn said, and the room erupted into mayhem. Most of the women were disagreeing with Dawn. I thought they were about to jump her.

  “Girl, the bigger the dick, the better,” I said.

  “Hell, pain is pleasure,” Shauna said, taking another sip of her wine.

  “There’s not a woman I know who wants a little-dick man. We need something to fill us up,” Paige said. I had to wonder if this was said for vindictiveness. Regardless, Dawn didn’t take her remark too well.

  “We know how you like to get filled up. It’s with dicks that already have girlfriends,” Dawn said angrily.

  “Well, if the dick was satisfied at home, then the dick wouldn’t have to fill me up in the first place,” Paige retorted, flicking her long, golden hair over her shoulders, causing a hush to go over the room.

  Even though Paige is white, she’s no pushover. A lot of black women think they can jump at a white woman and expect to win, but in this case, they might catch a beat down. Paige is a beast when it comes to fighting. She had to learn how to defend herself because she was always getting jumped on by somebody who hated the fact that she dated black men. Black women despised her. I saw it as more of a jealousy thing, and they had every right to be jealous due to Paige’s beauty. It doesn’t help that she also has nice boobs, a big behind, and long, blond hair that makes her blue eyes pop. She is my version of an urban Barbie. Paige doesn’t care who she sleeps with. Dick is dick to her, regardless of where it had to go once it was done pleasing her. Too bad one of those dicks happened to be engaged to my sister.

  “I punched you in your face one time, trick,” Dawn said, standing to her feet. “I don’t have a problem doing it again.”

  Also standing, Paige snapped back with, “It was a sucker punch, and your ass got punched right the hell back, didn’t you? As I recall it, I punched you multiple times. I’m not scared of you, Dawn. Bring your ass over here if you want to; you will catch a beat down identical to the one I gave you before.”

  “Ladies, calm down. You are not doing t
his here, and definitely not in my house,” I said, getting up and standing between the two of them.

  “I don’t know why you invited her in the first place,” Dawn said with an attitude.

  “Because I’m her friend, that’s why,” Paige yelled.

  “Y’all sit down and be quiet. Ashley doesn’t need to see this side of us, okay? Let her finish her showing so we can place our orders, eat, and go home,” I said with a raised voice so they knew I meant business.

  Paige sat back down with the help of Kimara. Vivian pulled Dawn back over to her seat. Even though neither wanted to back down, they kept their cool. It still didn’t stop either of them from giving each other evil glares. That was fine, as long as they didn’t tear up my place.

  Serena changed the tension in the room by asking, “Do you have something for men? You know, something they can stick their dicks in besides us.”

  “Yes,” Ashley said, giggling as she turned to the table and picked up this ivory concoction. “This is a masturbation sleeve, but I would like to call it a pocket coochie. It resembles the lips of the woman. He would be amazed at how real it feels. It should be used with our lubricant, of course, for easy penetration. I’m going to squeeze some lube inside and pass this around for each of you to stick your finger inside to see how realistic it feels. And the lube is warmed for more appeal.”

  “This toy hasn’t been used, has it?” Shauna asked, frowning up her face.

  “All of my products are not used,” Ashley said with a smile.

  “Some of us might not know what it’s supposed to feel like, because we’ve never stuck our fingers inside ourselves,” a guest said. All heads turned to her in shock.

  “You haven’t fingered yourself?” Shauna asked bluntly.

  “No,” my guest said.

  “I have heard it all,” Vivian said. “One doesn’t like big dicks, and now we have one who doesn’t know what her own coochie feels like. I’m done,” my sis said, throwing her hands up.

  “Imagine this would be how you feel,” Ashley urged. “If you don’t want to do it, then you don’t have to.”

  Each woman, including my guest who said she never felt herself, slid her finger inside the sleeve, frowning her face in disgust.

  “Damn, this feels real. I’m sold,” Serena said. “I might get two, in case Tyree wears one out.”

  Everybody laughed.

  Vivian looked at Kimara and asked, “Does your man have this?”

  “Of course he does. Once I slid that thing up and down his dick, that fool went crazy. And to enhance his pleasure, I stuck the bullet in the other end of it to make it vibrate his head when he went deep into it,” Kimara explained.

  “You know, you would be a great consultant,” Ashley suggested.

  “Damn right she would. She’s a walking billboard on these products,” Vivian agreed.

  The last product Ashley ended up talking about was the swing, and of course it was brought up by freak-nasty herself, Kimara.

  “Yes, we do have the swing, but I don’t carry it with me due to the fact that I can’t assemble it in someone’s home. Once it’s up, it’s up. But, I do have the box, which has a picture of it and the different positions that can be done with it,” Ashley said.

  Ashley passed the box around the room, and most of the women didn’t want to let the box go. They were impressed with the many positions that were possible.

  Once Kimara got the box, she asked Ashley, “So, have you tried it?”

  “I haven’t, but I have associates who have, and they loved it,” Ashley said, giggling.

  “Forget swinging from the chandelier. We need this,” Shauna said.

  “How much is it?” a guest asked.

  “It’s two hundred dollars,” Ashley answered.

  “Damn. That’s a lot of money to figure out what else we can do when it comes to sex,” Vivian said.

  “This coming from the one who would like to put a stripper pole in her house,” I said.

  “Okay, you got me,” Vivian said. “Great point. Maybe I should invest in one of these bad boys, too.”

  “First you got to get a man,” I joked.

  “Who says I don’t have one?” Vivian countered.

  This got me to thinking. Did Vivian have a man we didn’t know about? She was private like that.

  Finally it was the end of Ashley’s showing. Now it was time for her to go into a separate room to take us one by one to place our orders. This way no one knew what the other ordered. Privacy first and foremost, but most of them told what they were buying, especially my friend Kimara.

  “I need some nipple drops and some more of that edible oil that heats up when you put it on your skin. I need another pocket coochie. I want some anal beads, and some of that lubricant for the anus. And I’m getting that fishnet garter set. I’ve wanted that thing for a minute. And you know what? I think I’m going to get that swing, too. That position with her in the swing and the man eating her out . . . hell, I’m getting the swing for that position alone. He can do the front and twirl me around and lick the back,” Kimara said.

  “You are so nasty. You let a man lick your anal region?” Dawn asked her.

  “Damn right. I’d rather have that licked than my poon poon. You never had that done before?” Kimara asked.

  “Hell no,” Dawn blurted.

  “Girl, you don’t know what you missing. It’s a different type of climax. It tickles at first, but once you get used to it, it’s amazing.”

  I told the ladies to help themselves to the food I had catered. While they were getting their eat on, I was going to go pick out what merchandise I wanted. I went back last, because Ashley had to total up the amount of sales in order to figure out what my percentage of free merchandise would come to.

  “So, how did we do?” I asked Ashley with enthusiasm.

  “We did very well. The total came to $3,378,” Ashley said, and I almost fell to the floor.

  “Wow. I knew my friends and family were freaks, but not this freaky,” I said happily.

  “So you get to order $377 worth of merchandise for free.”

  There was nothing better than hearing the word “free” come out of her mouth. That’s how I liked my life: receiving things that didn’t cost me nothing but some fun and a nice reward in the end.

  “You can give me your first item, and we can write up your order,” Ashley said.

  I made sure to start with the bullet.

  Chapter 4

  Vivian

  I had to admit tonight was a lot of fun. I was glad Phoenix talked me into attending because I told her I wasn’t coming at first. I didn’t feel like being around a bunch of people, particularly my sisters. I loved each and every one of them, but I couldn’t seem to get away from them. We would be together every day if we could, but I didn’t. Our once a week dinner get-together was starting to get a bit much for me. I don’t know why I was feeling this way, since after the death of Renee we promised each other we would at least be with each other once each week, even if it was to have coffee together.

  After ordering my merchandise, I quickly left the party. Phoenix didn’t want me to leave, but she didn’t push it too much since I did show up. Since Serena rode there with me, she had to leave when I did, and she wasn’t ready. She ended up asking Dawn to give her a ride home. Dawn didn’t want to, but gave in, telling her she would. I was tired and was ready to get in my bed, the faster the better, so I said my good-byes to everybody and jetted home.

  I don’t know if I kicked off my shoes first to relieve my feet, or unsnapped my bra to take that restraint off. All I know is I wanted to get into a comfortable state. It didn’t matter, because once those items came off, I was free. My Spanx was my next constriction to be removed before taking my shower. My bed was calling me, and I was answering it by saying, “I’ll be right there.”

  No sooner than I put my legs under the cover and turned the television on, my doorbell rang. It could only be one person, and I wondered why
he didn’t use the key I gave him.

  “What the hell do you think you are doing?” were the first words that fell out of my mouth as I looked into the face of my ex-boyfriend, Eric, standing on the other side of my door. I had thought it was my best friend, Sheldon, but I was wrong this night.

  With his manhood hanging out, Eric had each hand propped up on the base of the door, with this smirk on this face, trying to lick his lips like LL. He looked down at his growing extension and looked back up at me.

  “You are going to get arrested for indecent exposure,” I said, giggling.

  “Then you better let me in before I get in trouble.”

  I crossed my arms, asking, “What do you want?”

  “It’s not obvious?” he asked cockily, looking down at his manhood still hanging to the left.

  “And what makes you think I want you or your dick?”

  He looked down at his pride and joy and said, “Oh, you want this. I bet your thighs are wet with envy now.”

  I didn’t say anything. I looked down at his manhood, which was beginning to become erect. I didn’t get sex often because I didn’t believe in sleeping around, but tonight I needed to get my coochie worked. After that sex party showed me all the different things that could be used to enhance my sex life, I was raring to go. And I didn’t want to use a vibrator, even though I had just purchased a new one to use on myself tonight. Now I had the real deal and could use a hot, throbbing dick inside me.

  I stepped to the side, giving Eric the signal to come in. He walked past me, and I shut the door. When I turned around, Eric was stroking his manhood like he was priming it for me. I didn’t feel like doing much talking, so I jumped right on him. I don’t know how we managed it, but in a matter of minutes we were in my bedroom, butt-ass naked.

  Eric was hitting me from the back like he hadn’t had pussy in quite a while. He gripped my hips, pulling my substantial buttocks into his adequate plumpness. I didn’t know why I allowed myself to get screwed by this man since he dumped me months ago for being too fat. It wasn’t like I had lost much weight. I wasn’t skinny enough to be on his arm, yet my pussy was good enough for him to dip his manhood inside me. Damn hypocrite. And yes, I must be a hypocrite too. I didn’t have to allow myself to be used like this.