As though reading her thoughts, Garland said, “The sensation of this cock against my clit is incredible.”
What Zora thought would be weird suddenly felt so right. She had the best of both worlds. The softness of a woman, a touch she’d grown to love and desire now, and the feel of a man, not just any man, her man, Grant.
Just like with Grant, Zora put her hands to Garland’s ass and pulled Garland into her more. They cried out in chorus. Wrapping her legs around Garland, Zora didn’t want Garland to stop. Zora pushed her hips in the air to get a deeper penetration.
“That’s it. Get into it. Love it.” Garland hooked Zora’s leg in her arm and sped up her thrusts.
Garland’s other hand massaged her tit. And when Garland kissed Zora, she welcomed it like she would from anyone else. Zora slid her tongue into Garland’s mouth. The forward gesture must have pleased the woman. She snickered and sucked on the tongue.
With each pounding thrust, Zora felt closer and closer to an orgasm. With Grant she would scratch his back, claw his skin. But she didn’t want to do that to Garland. Instead she fisted the comforter in her hands and screamed so loud she thought Grant would come running into the house to see what was going on. If he had, what would he say to this display?
“Your face glows when you come. No wonder my husband loves fucking you,” Garland said. She kissed her again and pulled out. Sitting up on her knees, Garland removed the belt. “Your turn.”
Zora sat up on her elbows. “What?”
“Put this on and fuck me.” Garland held the contraption up to Zora.
“But I don’t think I know how.”
“Just do what feels right for me and you.”
Zora stood on the floor and got help putting the device on. It felt odd having this fake dick at her pussy. But she felt a strange sense of power. Was this what penis envy was all about?
“So how do you want it? What should I do?” Zora asked.
“Sit.”
Obediently, Zora obliged, sitting on the center of the bed, unsure of where Garland would want her.
“Stretch your legs out.”
Crossed in a modified lotus position, Zora extended her legs in front of her. Like Zora was a jungle gym, Garland crawled over her, all legs and arms, facing her and straddling her legs around Zora.
“Never tried this with a woman before,” Garland began. “This should be interesting.”
Garland grabbed the cock and curved it down, pressing it hard against Zora’s clit. As soon as it touched her, Zora saw lights flashing before her eyes. Now she knew what Garland meant by it feeling good to her.
Garland raised herself up using one hand, then sliding her pussy down over the dick. With each inch, Garland released a long groan that hit a crescendo when she made it to its hilt. Garland wrapped her legs around Zora, then looped her arms around her shoulders. Breast to breast, Garland undulated her hips, gyrating them as she ground her sex down on what essentially was her boyfriend’s penis. So this is what Grant experienced when he fucks Garland? The thought crossed her mind as the leggy beauty kissed and nipped at Zora’s lips.
Zora wrapped her arms around Garland’s waist and rocked her hips back and forth. Feeling the strap-on rubbing against her clit felt so good that Zora shook.
“I’m coming,” Zora announced, as though it surprised her.
Garland leaned her head back, exposing her long neck. “Then you’re doing it right because I’m almost there too.”
Garland squeezed Zora’s shoulders as the gyrations increased until finally, with screams louder than before, Zora came along with Garland.
Before she pulled away, Garland kissed Zora again, using the softest technique. No tongue. Just her full lips against Zora’s.
“You can keep the strap-on,” Garland said. “Grant might get a kick out of seeing his cock immortalized.”
Zora was still getting used to the fact that she just fucked a woman using a fake penis. It was something for her diary…if she’d kept one.
Chapter Twenty
Grant sat on the bed and held his fake cock.
“And she fucked you with this?” Grant asked.
“There was a strap involved,” Zora responded with a wide smile. She curled her body next to Grant’s as they lay in bed.
“So yesterday while I was playing basketball with Evan, you two were--”
“Fucking you, baby,” Zora said before he could finish his thought. “What are you thinking?”
Holding the hot pink penis, Grant said, “I’m thinking that you two need to do a repeat performance so I can watch next time.”
Zora laughed.
Grant loved Sunday nights with Zora. They could both wind down from a hectic week and mentally prepare for the upcoming work week. But looking at her, her skin glowing more than he’d ever seen before and her hair all wild and curly, he wanted so much to make love to her. No extra partners. No cameras. No tricks or gimmicks. Just the two of them.
Grant tossed the cock to the floor and curved his body down to hers.
“Grant,” she whispered.
“Just want to show you how the real thing feels.” He turned her over onto her back.
“Condom, baby.”
Grant rolled his eyes. “Just once I want to feel you again. It’s been two fucking months. You’re still on the pill, right?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“You sound like one of them.” He sat up, frustrated.
“You make it sound like a bad thing.”
“It is when you keep secrets from me. Why didn’t you tell me about doing everyone’s hair here? What’s up with that?”
He stopped when he heard his front door open and close.
“I can never get used to that.”
Hard steps coming down the hallway stopped when Brax appeared in their doorway. “Grant, need your help.”
The desperation in his neighbor’s voice made Grant blink. The man never seemed to need anything or anyone. Now all of a sudden he needed Grant’s help? Must be to move a piece of furniture or something. But at ten o’clock at night?
“Sure, man. What is it?” Grant asked.
“Come with me.”
Grant kissed Zora and slid out of bed. In his pajama pants, Grant slipped on a pair of sneakers and prepared to follow Brax.
“No, Zora needs to come too.”
Zora scrunched her eyebrows.
“Why?” Grant asked.
“Because I need her for comparison. Please come to my house.” Brax walked out of the house, leaving Grant and Zora staring at each other.
“Comparing me to whom?” Zora asked.
“Don’t know. In this crazy neighborhood, it’s anyone’s guess.”
Zora, in only a long tee shirt and panties, held Grant’s hand as they hurried over to Brax’s house. Darkness met them as they walked up the driveway to the front door. Walking inside, Grant found Lynia sitting on the couch with her head bowed and Brax pacing in front of her looking like he needed to be tied down and doused with cold water.
“What’s going on?” Grant asked.
“My wife and I were watching DVDs of ourselves having sex like we always do on a Sunday night,” Brax began and saying it as calmly as if he were talking about taking a moonlit stroll. “And I noticed something on the playback. Let me show you.”
Brax picked up a remote and clicked a button. The large screen TV flashed an image of Brax completely naked on his knees between her legs while Lynia had her wrists over her head and secured by chains and her legs were spread apart and chains wrapped around her ankles.
“Now watch this.” Brax pointed to the screen.
On the screen, Brax looked like he was giving Lynia oral sex. Grant stared more at Lynia’s body, her perfect breasts and her tapered in waist than what Brax was doing or not doing.
“Did you see it?” Brax asked, nearly hopping up and down.
“See what? What were we supposed to be looking for?” Grant asked.
“L
ynia made a face. She doesn’t like when I give her oral sex.” To prove his point, Brax replayed the section on the DVD again.
This time Grant took notice of her face. At one point, Lynia did appear to wince but quickly composed herself.
“So she made a face. All women do it, right?” Grant looked to Zora for support. Instead he found her looking empathetic.
“I interrogated her,” Brax continued. “She said that she doesn’t like the way I give her oral sex.”
Grant stared at Lynia looking so small on the couch as she sat there, nude and quiet.
“I’m sorry to hear that, Brax. Don’t understand why we’re here though.” Grant took a couple of steps back toward the doorway, still clutching Zora’s hand.
“You’re here because Lynia confessed who makes her come every time with his mouth.” Brax pointed to Grant. “You.”
“Me?” Grant peered at Lynia.
She lifted her head just enough to show off a smile.
“I just don’t understand, Lynia,” Brax said. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”
“I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.” Lynia’s voice floated from her tiny mouth. “We always said that even if the sex were bad, we would still love each other. I love you, Brax.”
“I love you too, baby. Which is why, I’ve asked Grant over here.”
Grant felt his heart pound. He didn’t like what was about to happen.
“Look, man, as flattering as it is for your wife to say I give her good--”
“Great,” Lynia chimed in. But she shrank back when Brax flashed an icy stare.
“Uh, great head, I can’t come over here every night to give it to her.”
Brax scrunched up his face. “Where would you get an idea like that from? No, what I want you to do is teach me your technique. Show me what I’m doing right and wrong.”
“You want me to teach you how to give your wife oral sex tonight?” Grant snickered and turned his back on the man.
Not one to be dismissed, Brax stormed around Grant and got into his face. In the dimly lit room, Brax’s face transformed to a deep crimson hue as though he would explode soon.
“Look, this is not easy for me to do.” Brax put his hands to his hips. With his new buzz-cut hairdo, he looked more militant than romantic. “I’m perfect in every endeavor I accept. I wanted a successful business. I have it. I wanted a beautiful wife. I have her. I want to satisfy her as much as she satisfies me.” This time his expression softened. He gazed over at her and almost let a smile peek through his hard countenance. Then he directed his attention back to Grant. “I love my wife. If I’m making her unhappy in any part of our relationship I need to correct it now. If it’s money you’re looking for---”
“No!” Grant held his free hand up. “I don’t need your money.”
“The request may seem ridiculous to you, but it means everything to me.”
Grant squeezed Zora’s hand. “Okay. Never been asked to do this before but considering where we are, I shouldn’t be surprised.” He kissed the back of Zora’s hand. “Zora, you sit here, baby.”
“No, I’ll take Zora and you have Lynia.”
“What?” Protectively, Grant placed his body in front of his girlfriend’s.
“You already know how to please Zora. And I know I don’t make my wife happy. So if I can make Zora come, then I know I’m doing it right.”
Grant knew there would be a catch. From both Lynia and Zora’s expressions, he gathered that Brax must have been the oral equivalent of Leatherface from the ‘Texas Chainsaw Massacre’ flicks. Zora clung to Grant’s back.
“Let’s start off with technique first, then we’ll put practice into action, okay?” Grant proposed, trying to buy more time.
“Will this take long?” Brax stroked his wife’s hair as he stared at Grant.
Grant bristled at the show of affection. He would never do that to Zora. Given the chance, Grant would love to take Lynia and show her what true affection was. Then maybe the woman would leave this jerk and find a better man.
“Depends on you, Brax. I need roses and whipped cream.” Grant noticed Brax’s questioning look. “Now.”
Brax left the room and ducked into the kitchen.
While he was out of the room, Grant asked the two women, now seated side by side on the couch, “Is he really that bad?”
Zora patted Lynia on her knee. “Honey, it’s like he thinks he needs to do it quick for it to be good.”
“I go down on him more than he goes down on me to avoid the whole thing,” Lynia said.
Brax returned with a vase full of deep red roses and a can of whipped cream. “Now what?”
“Take a rose.” Grant plucked a stem from the vase and waited for Brax to find a perfect one. “Now spray whipped cream on the flower.”
Brax furrowed his eyebrows. “Serious?”
“You want to learn or not?” Grant had better things to do than sit here and argue with Brax.
Brax sprayed whipped cream all around the petals until it looked like he was holding a dandelion. Grant went conservative and only sprayed one side of the flower.
“What you want to do is lick the whipped cream off of the flower without damaging the petals, like this.” Grant took a slow, easy swipe against the flower, collecting some cream on his tongue and barely moving the petals. “You try.”
“What is this little trick supposed to do?”
“Teach you how to be gentle.”
“I am gentle. Watch.”
Brax bore his tongue against the flower, licking it all around in a rapid motion as though he were on a race against time. When he was done, the petals were mashed down, falling down the stem. On his lip hung one petal, a casualty in his training. Both women gasped when they saw it on his mouth.
“Whoa, Brax, my man, you’re not racing anyone. And Lynia’s not your enemy, so you don’t have to torture her,” Grant said. He wanted to laugh but with Brax getting redder by the moment, he decided against it.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about. Lynia likes it rough,” Brax said, as he wiped his mouth with a cloth napkin.
“I guess she doesn’t because I wouldn’t be here.”
Grant’s answer produced a grimace from Brax. Grant pulled out another rose and made the stubborn man try it again.
With his gaze concentrating on the flower, Brax did considerably better at not mangling the rose this time around. However the petals all sloped to one side. Grant counseled him on the amount of pressure and was going to have him try it again when Brax stopped him.
“Enough licking roses. Let’s put it to action.” Without warning or hesitation, Brax dropped to his knees at Zora’s feet and reached under her shirt to pull down her panties.
Grant grabbed Brax’s wrist in one hand, also managing to capture Brax’s attention. “Let her go and listen to me.”
Waiting a beat before he did, Brax removed his hands from Zora and turned his attention to Grant.
“You’re way too eager to get this over with and that’s part of your problem.” Grant lowered himself to his knees in front of Lynia. She willingly parted her legs and kept her gaze on him. “What you want to do is seduce your woman. You want to coax the orgasm out of her but not too fast. Act like her pussy is her mouth. How you kiss your wife should be how you go down on her.”
“Show me.” Brax blinked in a flutter, making his eagerness show.
Grant leaned toward Zora and she to him until Brax stopped them.
“No. On Lynia.”
Pulling back, Grant faced the beauty. He slipped his hand behind her head. His other hand caressed her cheek. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips against hers, soft at first. He felt her breath pass into his mouth. When her lips parted, Grant slipped his tongue inside. Lynia sighed. The tip of her tongue touched his in an erotic fashion. When he pulled back, Lynia smiled.
Grant grinned back at her, then turned to her husband. “Now you try. And remember. Be gentle. Soft.”
With a nod, Brax accepted the challenge. His hands on her hips, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Zora’s. Grant felt a twinge of fear. He knew Brax wouldn’t purposely hurt Zora. Brax hadn’t the entire time they lived on Fascination Street. Having Zora as a guinea pig bothered him.
Brax seemed to be taking the lesson to heart. His kisses looked gentle. Zora even moaned like Lynia at one point. Grant caught the exchange of tongues. It pleased him that Brax took what Grant taught him seriously and that Zora enjoyed the attention.
When Brax finally pulled back he brought his attention to Grant. “Like that?”
“Yes. Before you can lick her pussy, you have to tease her for a bit. Pull her panties down slowly.” Grant gazed at Lynia, who sat naked on the couch. “Well, if she has on any panties. Then instead of licking away, kiss the areas around her pussy. Lick her inner thighs. Blow on her clit. Massage her ass cheeks. Tease her until she can’t stand it.”
“Do it,” Brax demanded.
Grant gazed at Lynia. The way she looked, like she wanted to hop off the couch, she looked excited to be getting the treatment. Gently he eased her back on the couch and did everything he advised Brax to do to her. He licked his tongue up and down her smooth, milky inner thighs. With her shaved cunt, her clit protruded nicely. He blew his breath on it and she twitched right away.
“What I normally do once I put my mouth on her is something simple but it works.” Grant massaged Lynia’s thighs as he spoke. “Make your tongue write the alphabet on her vagina.”
Grant ducked his head to do the letters when Brax asked, “Upper or lower case?”
Grant bit his tongue. “You decide.” Then he placed his mouth on Lynia.
Her sweet taste caused his cock to swell.
“Don’t flick her clit.” He said between tastes. “Lick it. Put a little pressure on it. But don’t flick it a lot. It’s a clit, not a lollipop.”
Grant dove back down between her thighs and probed his tongue inside of her. He wrote out every letter of the alphabet, spelled his name and even spelled the name of the street by the time Lynia screamed in ecstasy.
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