would look better if it were Jackson,” he mused as he cast aside the second wand and thrust his own cock inside me. His penetration was deeper again, matching that of the second dildo, caressing the aroused muscles of my channel. “Watching you beneath him would get me so hot, Gina.” His voice was a caress against my ear as he chose a third dildo.
“Now, this one,” he said, pulling his glistening length from within me, drawing a protesting cry from my lips. “Only a few women have been able to handle this one.” He moistened the ebony staff with the wetness bathing his length. His eyes glowed as he fondled the huge member, grinning wickedly at my gasp of dismay. The longest yet, this dildo was at least twelve inches in length and four inches around. The huge, bulbous tip looked like a vertical smile, with a cleft dividing it into two equal curves.
As he pushed the cock in, my head fell back and my spine arched, thrusting my breasts into the air. Taking his time, he eased it deeper, waiting as my body fought, then gave way to pressing intrusion.
“Ooh, yes,” he breathed, his eyes fastened to the ebony staff as it disappeared within the folds of my body. “That’s it, baby,” he cooed. “That’s it, take it, take it.”
I could feel it pressing against my womb, the split tip butting against the cervix.
Arching away from the pressure, I shook my head. “I can’t. No, no more,” I begged.
“Just a little more.” He ignored my protest.
Garrick toggled the wicked cock, and somehow it eased beyond, slipping into what felt like a tiny area behind my cervix. The muscles in my pussy clasped the rocking ebony cock, my breasts swelled, and the tips tightened to painful peaks just before my climax rocketed through me. My cries echoed in the room, mingling with the husky laughter Garrick 72 Qwillia Rain
released as he worked the full length of the dildo in and out, allowing the milking motions of my inner muscles to cling to his toy.
Replete, I lay beneath the ministrations of Garrick’s hands as he slipped the dildo free and settled it between my breasts. Slipping his tumescent length within me, he thrust and rocked, seeking his own climax. Clasping my breasts around the wet ebony staff, Garrick caressed my lips with his as he praised me. “You are so good, baby. I’ve only known two or three women who could take this.”
“Where’d you get it?” I asked my arousal building with his steady thrusts and the ministrations of his fingers upon my nipples.
Taking a taut peak between his lips, he laved the rosy aureole and nibbled before moving to the second. “I have a friend who volunteers time at a museum. He makes casting of prospective artifacts and those on display. This particular one, he trimmed the length by a few feet.”
“A few feet?!” I gasped.
He nodded, a wicked grin lifting the corners of his mouth, “Yeah, it was a copy of a famous racehorse’s penis.”
I choked. “Racehorse?” Visions of the beast filled my head as I glanced down at the cock between my breasts. It wasn’t too hard to imagine such a huge animal possessing an organ that size. A tingling spread through my center as I remembered one of my favorite books as a girl. I struggled to stifle my amusement as I mentally dubbed the ebony dildo Black Beauty.
“Mm-hmm,” Garrick grunted as his rocking hips increased their beat, and the pulse of his orgasm heated my body through the thin layer of rubber.
“What…” My own arousal had grown, but not sufficiently to climax in tandem with him. “What kind of museum does he work for?” My hips pushed against his as he withdrew.
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Stepping away, he ignored my cry as he shed the condom, dropped it into the wastebasket by my nightstand, and eased a fresh one on. “One that studies the phallus. It’s similar to the one in Iceland, but doesn’t have as many artifacts.” Moving between my stretched and quivering thighs, he reached for the
“Now, this one,” he said, pulling his glistening length from within me, drawing a protesting cry from my lips. “Only a few women have been able to handle this one.” He moistened the ebony staff with the wetness bathing his length. His eyes glowed as he fondled the huge member, grinning wickedly at my gasp of dismay. The longest yet, this dildo was at least twelve inches in length and four inches around. The huge, bulbous tip looked like a vertical smile, with a cleft dividing it into two equal curves.
As he pushed the cock in, my head fell back and my spine arched, thrusting my breasts into the air. Taking his time, he eased it deeper, waiting as my body fought, then gave way to pressing intrusion.
“Ooh, yes,” he breathed, his eyes fastened to the ebony staff as it disappeared within the folds of my body. “That’s it, baby,” he cooed. “That’s it, take it, take it.”
I could feel it pressing against my womb, the split tip butting against the cervix.
Arching away from the pressure, I shook my head. “I can’t. No, no more,” I begged.
“Just a little more.” He ignored my protest.
Garrick toggled the wicked cock, and somehow it eased beyond, slipping into what felt like a tiny area behind my cervix. The muscles in my pussy clasped the rocking ebony cock, my breasts swelled, and the tips tightened to painful peaks just before my climax rocketed through me. My cries echoed in the room, mingling with the husky laughter Garrick 72 Qwillia Rain
released as he worked the full length of the dildo in and out, allowing the milking motions of my inner muscles to cling to his toy.
Replete, I lay beneath the ministrations of Garrick’s hands as he slipped the dildo free and settled it between my breasts. Slipping his tumescent length within me, he thrust and rocked, seeking his own climax. Clasping my breasts around the wet ebony staff, Garrick caressed my lips with his as he praised me. “You are so good, baby. I’ve only known two or three women who could take this.”
“Where’d you get it?” I asked my arousal building with his steady thrusts and the ministrations of his fingers upon my nipples.
Taking a taut peak between his lips, he laved the rosy aureole and nibbled before moving to the second. “I have a friend who volunteers time at a museum. He makes casting of prospective artifacts and those on display. This particular one, he trimmed the length by a few feet.”
“A few feet?!” I gasped.
He nodded, a wicked grin lifting the corners of his mouth, “Yeah, it was a copy of a famous racehorse’s penis.”
I choked. “Racehorse?” Visions of the beast filled my head as I glanced down at the cock between my breasts. It wasn’t too hard to imagine such a huge animal possessing an organ that size. A tingling spread through my center as I remembered one of my favorite books as a girl. I struggled to stifle my amusement as I mentally dubbed the ebony dildo Black Beauty.
“Mm-hmm,” Garrick grunted as his rocking hips increased their beat, and the pulse of his orgasm heated my body through the thin layer of rubber.
“What…” My own arousal had grown, but not sufficiently to climax in tandem with him. “What kind of museum does he work for?” My hips pushed against his as he withdrew.
Meeting a Neighbor’s Needs
73
Stepping away, he ignored my cry as he shed the condom, dropped it into the wastebasket by my nightstand, and eased a fresh one on. “One that studies the phallus. It’s similar to the one in Iceland, but doesn’t have as many artifacts.” Moving between my stretched and quivering thighs, he reached for the
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