Fascination Street

by Bridget Midway

While pumping inside of her, Brax curved his hand under her and found her clit. He rubbed his fingers against it making Zora’s body feel electric. Her hairs stood up and it was only a matter of time before she would explode.

  “So…close…Brax,” Zora said.

  “Now, baby, now!”

  All three thrust and gyrated against each other and came together in a loud and explosive climax that echoed off the stark white walls. Water splashed over the edge of the tub and onto the floor but no one seemed to care at the moment.

  When Brax slowed his thrusts down, then stopped, he pulled out of Zora. Sitting on the ledge next to her, he brought Zora’s face to his and kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth.

  “Good neighbor,” he said and winked. He gazed up at Lynia. With only his eyes, he summoned her. She crawled to him and kissed him. “Good wife.”

  With their three faces together, they all kissed at the same time, part of Zora’s lips on Brax’s and the other half on Lynia’s. Zora closed her eyes. She felt a tongue going into her mouth but she wasn’t sure whose it was and it didn’t matter. For as bad as Brax was with cunnilingus the man did know how to fuck.

  Zora sat on the ledge next to Brax with her head on Lynia’s lap. “I feel kind of bad.”

  Brax’s furrowed his eyebrows. “Why?”

  “Grant is home alone. I doubt if he’ll go to anyone’s house tonight on his own.”

  Brax smiled. “I’m sure he’ll be just fine.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  “Let me guess. You two aren’t here to borrow a cup of sugar, right?” Grant said as he stared at the duo.

  Garland was dressed in a black leather bra and matching bikini bottoms, and Winta in a flimsy negligee and matching thong panties. They looked like a new-age Cat Woman and Slut Girl, ready to fight the evils of the words and fuck a man senseless.

  “Unless you use the word ‘sugar’ to mean something else,” Garland said, then kicked his door closed with her foot. She had a bag in her hand. What she carried in it was anyone’s guess.

  The woman was already tall enough, but in her skyscraper heels she looked imposing. Good thing he wasn’t easily intimidated.

  “We heard you were going to be alone tonight,” Winta said and sauntered toward him.

  “What? Is there an e-mail loop with all of the latest news or something?”

  “Actually, Evan wanted to start a website for our little group but I talked him out of it. Didn’t need some geek looking up that Cure song and stumbling on our little world.” Garland scanned the room as though assessing whether it met with her approval.

  “Yeah, God forbid you let your husband think on his own.” Grant stood his ground even as Winta circled him.

  “Wow. I guess you know everything, huh?” Garland put her hands to her hips.

  “Will you two stop it?” Winta put her hand on Grant’s shoulder and swept it down his arms.

  Goosebumps formed under her touch.

  “So, how did I get to be so lucky to not only see you ladies this morning when I woke up but now before I go to bed?”

  “Like we said, we knew Zora wasn’t going to be here tonight,” Winta began.

  “Ah, so you two just stopped by to check up on me? How sweet. I’m fine, really.”

  Winta dragged her hand up the front of Grant’s shorts, feeling his newly engorged shaft. Why did she have to smell so good and look even better in that damn handkerchief of an outfit?

  “Yes. You are fine.” Winta kissed the side of his face.

  Her tongue darted in his ear. Powerless to do anything else, Grant put his hands to her waist and held her as she continued licking his ear and giving him the best ear job he’d ever had.

  “What about your husbands?” he asked without really giving a shit what they were doing.

  “Art is still at work and he knows I’m here,” Winta replied. She rubbed her large, firm tits against his arm.

  “Evan is at home.” And that was all Garland needed to say.

  “Not able to come out and play?” he asked, wanting to ruffle Garland’s pompous feathers.

  “Why? Would you like to play with him, Grant? Is that your thing?”

  “Enough talk.” Winta pulled a pink, satin ribbon at the top of her outfit.

  Undoing the knot made the garment fall to the floor in one pink heap. In just her panties, Garland moved behind her. She slid her fingers down Winta’s long legs.

  “Now your turn to get naked,” Garland instructed.

  “No. Not until you go first.” Not that he was truly interested in seeing Garland naked. But if she was going to play Domme then he would play asshole.

  “Fine. Winta.”

  Winta undid the clasp that held Garland’s bra together. Then she slipped it down her long arms. Winta made short work of Garland’s panties too, until they both stood in front of Grant completely naked. Garland even tossed her bag to the floor. Guess whatever was in it wasn’t fragile.

  Grant swallowed, not expecting them both to disrobe so quickly. “Anyone want a drink?”

  The women glanced at each other and laughed.

  “I knew he couldn’t handle us both,” Garland said and reached down for her clothes.

  Her words were the impetus he needed to bed them both. Pulling off his t-shirt and stripping out of his shorts, he stood in front of them proud, hard and scared out of his mind. What the fuck was he doing?

  Garland and Winta observed his body.

  “You’re right, Winta.” Garland approached him. “He does have a very nice…disposition.”

  He snickered at her word choice. Then he surveyed her body. Her small breasts had large pink nipples. Unlike Winta’s tits, Garland’s would easily get lost in his hands. A thin strip of hair covered her pussy. So the cleanly shaven thing was only Winta and Lynia.

  “You have a nice set of…personalities yourself,” he said.

  Garland laughed. “I don’t know why we don’t get along better. We’re so much alike.”

  Grant felt his eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. “No, we’re not.”

  Standing behind Winta, Garland cupped her breasts in both hands. “We both love Winta’s breasts, right?”

  He cleared his throat. “Uh, I guess.”

  Garland turned Winta around and planted a hard kiss on her. He saw tongues being exchanged and thought he would explode.

  “We both like kissing her,” Garland said.

  “Name something that’s not so obvious,” Grant said, trying hard not to erupt right there on the spot.

  “You want to fuck me as much as I want to fuck you.”

  And as he looked at her full lips that rivaled Winta’s own pouty set and her metallic-hazel eyes, he did want her. He wanted to fuck her.

  Storming to her, he raised his hand. She didn’t flinch. Pulling out her two chopsticks that held her bun in place, Grant let her hair fall down around her face to her shoulders. Her long hair covered her breasts and made her look almost innocent. Almost.

  “You like it rough?” he asked, as though daring her to back away.

  Garland took a step forward. “I like it any way you want to give it to me.”

  Her hand clamped around his shaft and she gave him a tight, long stroke. Putting his hand behind her head, he pulled her in and kissed her hard. His tongue waited for no invitation to invade her hot mouth. Then Garland pushed her tongue back at his, at first letting the two intertwine. Soon her tongue forced its way into his mouth.

  Apparently feeling left out, Winta took Grant’s hand and wrapped her lips around his thumb. The heat in her mouth made him imagine what it would feel like around his cock.

  “You must be doing something right, Winta,” Garland said, as she glanced at her neighbor. “His cock is throbbing so hard now. You want to feel?”

  Winta brought her hand down and Garland shook her head.

  “No. With your mouth.”

  Winta smiled at the request. Lowering herself to her knees, she took over. Not as strong a
s Garland’s grip, her grasp felt good just the same. Winta peered up at him. Her pink tongue snaked over her burgundy lips. When she licked around his tip, Grant thought he would come in her mouth.

  But Garland brought him back down to earth. She put her hand under his chin and forced his face up so he could look at her. Then she fisted his hair and kissed him hard. He grabbed a handful of Garland’s soft hair. The other hand moved down to Winta and held the back of her head.

  Winta brought her mouth down halfway on his shaft, then she slid it up. No wonder Art wanted her to blow him before work. The woman knew how to please a man.

  As Winta worked on him, Grant let out a long moan while he continued kissing Garland. He felt his lips vibrate against hers. His sound of appreciation made Winta respond in kind. When she moaned, Grant broke from the kiss and stroked her black hair.

  “Shit!” he exclaimed.

  “Yes, my husband likes her too.” Garland pulled from Grant’s grasp, then crouched down behind Winta. “He tells me he can’t decide whose better, Winta or Lynia.” Garland cupped one of Winta’s luscious tits, then moved her hand down between the woman’s thighs. “What do you think, Grant, assuming you haven’t had the pleasure of Lynia’s skills yet. Who’s better? Winta or Zora?”

  At the moment, who the fuck cared? Here Grant was with two women, different but hot in their own way. One sucking his cock. The other playing with the one like he’d only seen in porn movies. And Garland wanted him to answer a poll question?

  “Different. Both good.” He hated his Tarzan-like answer but it was all he could muster.

  And he hadn’t lied. Zora treated his fleshy baton so delicately. Sweet tongue and gentle motions. She made love to his penis.

  Winta on the other hand devoured his dick as though she’d never had one before. Her full lips enveloped him and her tongue surrounded him. If she kept on, he wouldn’t be able to hold out for very long.

  “Why, Winta. I do believe you just made our host tongue-tied.” Garland laughed and kissed Winta on her shoulder.

  Not really wanting to take his eyes off of Winta, Grant broke his gaze for a moment to look at the couch. Zora had told him and he’d read in the handbook that sex with neighbors couldn’t occur in the hosts’ beds.

  At Winta’s slightest touch to his balls, Grant pulled back. The pop Winta’s lips made at disconnection echoed in the room.

  “I’ll set the sofa bed up,” he said between panting breaths.

  “Okay,” Garland said and wrapped her arms and legs around Winta as she sat behind her. “We’ll keep ourselves busy.”

  That’s what he was afraid of. In a flash, Grant pulled the seat cushions from the couch and tossed them to the floor. He hooked his hand into the handle to pull the bed out when it got jammed.

  “Shit!” Peering over his shoulder, he caught the two women intertwined, their legs wrapped around each other and kissing.

  Garland glanced up at him and winked.

  Rubbing his hands together to dry them and taking a deep breath, Grant took one last tug on the bed, finally freeing it.

  “Be right back,” he said to the amorous duo. He doubted they even heard him as he left the room to get sheets and pillows.

  When he returned, he found them both sitting on the bed waiting for him.

  “What took you so long?” Winta asked, her lipstick smeared all around her mouth.

  “I wanted you all to miss me.” He set the items on the floor.

  Standing at the foot of the bed, he snapped out a sheet while the two women sat on it. Taking their cue to move or be covered, they both stood and tucked the sheet under the thin mattress. Then they each took a pillow and put it at the head of the bed. And as though they were putting themselves on display, they both positioned themselves on their backs, gazing at him from their reclined positions.

  “Two bulls stood on a hill and looked down at a pasture full of cows,” Grant began. “One bull ran and could only fuck one.” He strolled to the bed. “The other bull took his time and fucked them all.”

  “How poetic,” Garland said with a smirk.

  Grant crawled onto the bed in between the two. “Not poetry. Fact.”

  Grabbing Garland around her waist, he pinned her down first and kissed her, taking ownership of her puffy lips. She bit into his lower lip. Grant jerked his head back and caught her smiling.

  He moved over to Winta and gave her the same type of kiss. His hands found both of their breasts, Winta’s full, firm one and Garland’s small tit. His fingers circled both nipples and it surprised him to hear Garland growl in pleasure.

  So he turned his attention to her, sucking her thimble-sized nipple into his mouth. She arched her back and mewled in ecstasy. His hand never stopped massaging her other tit as he sucked her. And his other hand continued twirling Winta’s nipple. Both bodies buzzed electric heat.

  Grant dared to explore further. He danced his hand down Winta’s body, over her flat stomach to her pussy. Heat met his hand as he hovered it over her. Knowing what he wanted, Winta parted her legs and help guide his hand to her clit. She parted her lower lips to give him better access to her sensitive nub.

  Slick under his touch, Grant rubbed his thumb over it, slow at first to savor the touch, then he pressed down harder, causing Winta to scream in delight. She pressed his hand against her clit harder until her body shuddered. Her fingernails that she’d embedded in his arm relaxed.

  Until she let him go, Grant hadn’t felt the pain she’d inflicted. But the scratches wouldn’t stop him. It propelled him to an almost animalistic state where he craved flesh.

  Crawling over Garland’s body, he searched the end table for the box of condoms he’d seen there earlier that day. While over her face, Garland licked his chest, then nibbled his nipple, making him wince in pain.

  “You like to hurt people, don’t you?” he said, as soon as he found the opened box of condoms.

  “You didn’t seem to mind when Winta took half your arm off.” Garland pointed to Grant’s arm.

  Streaks of red striped his arm where the vixen had scratched. Looking coquettish, Winta said she was sorry, then kissed the spots.

  He couldn’t wait any more. Rolling the condom on his cock, Grant flipped onto his back.

  “I know you want to take control,” he said to Garland.

  She crawled onto his body. “I told you we were a lot alike.” She straddled him, holding his erection in her hand.

  Pouting, Winta asked, “What about me?”

  Instead of telling her, he held her hand and pulled her over, forcing her to position her cunt over his face. Once in position, Winta settled her hips down, covering his mouth. She smelled of lavender flowers thrown into the ocean, saltiness tingeing her taste.

  On automatic pilot, his tongue delved into her pussy just as Garland impaled herself on his cock. Grant’s body stiffened. He held onto Winta’s thighs as he enjoyed his feast, licking and sucking her as fast as she offered her milky cream.

  Garland’s powerful thighs pushed against Grant’s sides as she rode him, slow at first then all of the sudden she moved herself up and down his cock with such fervor that Grant thought he would come from the motion. Unable to see the women, he imagined they were touching each other as they had on the floor. The thought made him press his hips up, penetrating Garland deeper.

  The scream she emitted pierced his eardrums. Thankfully Winta’s feet blocked most of the sound. But what a rush to know that he’d brought this ice princess to an orgasm that hard, that fast.

  Winta gyrated her hips, circling her pussy over his mouth so that his tongue licked her clit.

  “Zora was right,” Winta growled. “You can eat pussy.”

  Once Winta made the proclamation, her body tensed, then trembled. She uttered something incoherent then she, too, screamed.

  She climbed off of Grant’s face, then crouched next to him and kissed him hungrily, careless that she was ingesting her own juices. Or maybe she did care. Maybe that turned her on
as much as it turned him on.

  It was then that Grant could see Garland on his cock, riding him hard. Already a sheen of sweat on her face, her hair stuck to her skin like a spider web.

  “My turn,” Winta said.

  “You had him,” Garland said between gasps. “My turn.”

  Could Grant’s night get any hotter? Two women fighting over fucking him? He couldn’t wait to tell Zora.

  “Bitch!” Winta spat. “Fine. Turn around then.”

  Just like Lynia with Brax when she was fucking him on the porch the other morning, Garland managed to turn around while still on Grant’s cock so that her back was to him. Then she leaned back, laying her head on Grant’s chest.

  Her long, walnut-colored hair draped over his shoulder and part of his face. Reaching her hand back, she tunneled her fingers through his hair while her other hand sought his to put on her breast and play with it again.

  Winta kissed both Grant and Garland before making her way down between their legs. When he felt her warm tongue licking his sac and the base of his cock not covered by the condom, Grant tensed.

  No way could he hold out for very long. He thrust his hips upward to give Garland a deeper penetration. Wanting to see Winta in action, he peered down and caught the top of her head. As though she knew she was being watched, she looked up. She moved her mouth up to Garland’s clit and started licking that to Garland’s pleasure and Grant’s amusement.

  “God, you two are hot!” Grant held onto Garland’s breast but between the tight sensation he felt inside of her, watching Winta and hearing the two of them come, he couldn’t hold out. “Fuck!”

  “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Garland fisted his hair.

  Good. Too good. Grant squeezed Garland and felt his hot seed erupt. He continued pumping until he eventually slowed down, then stopped. All three panted.

  Garland eased him out of her and climbed off of him. “Not bad for your first threesome.”

  “Hey, I never said this was my first.” He sat up and got out of bed.

  “You didn’t have to.” Garland smiled and winked.

  After depositing his loaded condom in the trashcan in the bathroom, he returned to the living room. The two women lounged on the bed, basking in their afterglow. They looked amazing.