last object left in the box.
“Now, this…” He dipped his hand between our bodies, gathering my come to smear it over the last dildo in his collection. “…is the cock of a mountain lion.”
I watched with wary eyes as he dampened the dark brown toy. I breathed a silent sigh of relief since the length wasn’t near that of the previous toy, but the girth looked similar.
The biggest difference between the ebony shaft and this, though, sent a sensual shiver through me.
“Do you know what makes this one so special?”
Swallowing, I shook my head. The muscles of my channel spasmed in anticipation of accepting the thick length glistening before me, the wet smell of our sex filled the air.
“Like all the great cats,” he whispered, lowering the staff to the weeping opening of my pussy, “mountain lions have a special means of ensuring their mate doesn’t retreat before the act is final.”
Slipping the shaft inside, I felt the tiny raised parts all along the length of the cock.
Gasping at the fullness pressing deeper, I asked, “How do they do that?”
With a sly grin, Garrick responded, “There are little barbs all along the penis of the male lion. Once inserted into the female…” He tugged on the dildo, as if to withdraw it. The raised parts caught at the tight muscles surrounding them, pulling a sharp cry of protest from my lips. “…it can’t be removed easily. Some scientists think the pain at withdrawal increases the chances of ovulation.” Pushing the staff deeper, Garrick watched the last of the wet brown cock disappear into my pussy with a smile and a pat of approval on the damp curls surrounding the short black handgrip.
74 Qwillia Rain
“You are so good, Gina,” he praised, his hand rocking the cock within me as my hips arched off the bed, straining to accept the full length. “So far, you’re the only one to handle all four. Especially this one.” His hand tugged at the cock, scraping the raised edges along my pulsing muscles, drawing a sharp cry, and my climax poured through me.
After the spasms passed, he eased the thick length carefully from me. The abrading barbs, though made of soft rubber, sent a second climax shivering up my spine as the curved tip slipped free of my pussy. Gentle hands released my legs from the cords to wrap them about his waist as he plunged his renewed arousal within my stimulated sheath. Only a few deep thrusts, and he found his release while a less intense peak pulsed through me.
As he rose to carry his collection into my bathroom for cleaning, I grew tired of my legs dangling over the edge of the bed. Having slept bound to my bed on other occasions with George, I saw little problem in grabbing a nap while Garrick was occupied elsewhere.
Determining I had enough play in the chains holding my arms, I executed an awkward flip and landed with a heavy thump on my stomach.
The noise must have distracted Garrick. I had burrowed my feet beneath my pillows and was resting on my belly when the mattress dipped behind me.
“Bored already?” he queried, his hands slipping between my thighs, tracing the damp opening of my body with blunt fingertips.
“Mmmm,” I purred, my breasts filling as his fingers slid inside, teasing the sheath.
“We can’t have that.” He lifted my hips, teasing the damp folds of flesh with his engorged cock.
Lifting up, I spread my thighs and braced my hands on the bed, pushing my body backward, toward him. “Oh, no,” I agreed on a soft moan. “I can’t be bored.” A cold hardness pressed past my opening. Surprised, I looked over my shoulder to see Garrick easing the shortened horse cock into me. Pulling forward, I shook my head, “No, you,” I demanded petulantly, trying to squeeze my legs together.
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The thick length continued to fill me, forced deeper by his hand.
“Oh,” he whispered, one hand holding my hip steady while the other sent the cock to its full length within me.
“Now, this…” He dipped his hand between our bodies, gathering my come to smear it over the last dildo in his collection. “…is the cock of a mountain lion.”
I watched with wary eyes as he dampened the dark brown toy. I breathed a silent sigh of relief since the length wasn’t near that of the previous toy, but the girth looked similar.
The biggest difference between the ebony shaft and this, though, sent a sensual shiver through me.
“Do you know what makes this one so special?”
Swallowing, I shook my head. The muscles of my channel spasmed in anticipation of accepting the thick length glistening before me, the wet smell of our sex filled the air.
“Like all the great cats,” he whispered, lowering the staff to the weeping opening of my pussy, “mountain lions have a special means of ensuring their mate doesn’t retreat before the act is final.”
Slipping the shaft inside, I felt the tiny raised parts all along the length of the cock.
Gasping at the fullness pressing deeper, I asked, “How do they do that?”
With a sly grin, Garrick responded, “There are little barbs all along the penis of the male lion. Once inserted into the female…” He tugged on the dildo, as if to withdraw it. The raised parts caught at the tight muscles surrounding them, pulling a sharp cry of protest from my lips. “…it can’t be removed easily. Some scientists think the pain at withdrawal increases the chances of ovulation.” Pushing the staff deeper, Garrick watched the last of the wet brown cock disappear into my pussy with a smile and a pat of approval on the damp curls surrounding the short black handgrip.
74 Qwillia Rain
“You are so good, Gina,” he praised, his hand rocking the cock within me as my hips arched off the bed, straining to accept the full length. “So far, you’re the only one to handle all four. Especially this one.” His hand tugged at the cock, scraping the raised edges along my pulsing muscles, drawing a sharp cry, and my climax poured through me.
After the spasms passed, he eased the thick length carefully from me. The abrading barbs, though made of soft rubber, sent a second climax shivering up my spine as the curved tip slipped free of my pussy. Gentle hands released my legs from the cords to wrap them about his waist as he plunged his renewed arousal within my stimulated sheath. Only a few deep thrusts, and he found his release while a less intense peak pulsed through me.
As he rose to carry his collection into my bathroom for cleaning, I grew tired of my legs dangling over the edge of the bed. Having slept bound to my bed on other occasions with George, I saw little problem in grabbing a nap while Garrick was occupied elsewhere.
Determining I had enough play in the chains holding my arms, I executed an awkward flip and landed with a heavy thump on my stomach.
The noise must have distracted Garrick. I had burrowed my feet beneath my pillows and was resting on my belly when the mattress dipped behind me.
“Bored already?” he queried, his hands slipping between my thighs, tracing the damp opening of my body with blunt fingertips.
“Mmmm,” I purred, my breasts filling as his fingers slid inside, teasing the sheath.
“We can’t have that.” He lifted my hips, teasing the damp folds of flesh with his engorged cock.
Lifting up, I spread my thighs and braced my hands on the bed, pushing my body backward, toward him. “Oh, no,” I agreed on a soft moan. “I can’t be bored.” A cold hardness pressed past my opening. Surprised, I looked over my shoulder to see Garrick easing the shortened horse cock into me. Pulling forward, I shook my head, “No, you,” I demanded petulantly, trying to squeeze my legs together.
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75
The thick length continued to fill me, forced deeper by his hand.
“Oh,” he whispered, one hand holding my hip steady while the other sent the cock to its full length within me.
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