by Qwillia Rain
But was it? Again, that sense of ownership whispered across my mind. The partnership that had sprouted between George and Garrick those last few hours of our weekend sent tantalizing images spilling through my head. In the golden depths of Garrick’s eyes he held the same element of possession as George.
The secret, sensual side I had discovered after that weekend laughed, egging me on in this forbidden encounter. Even as the word slithered through my thoughts, I wondered, was this truly “forbidden,” or was it merely the next step in completion?
The lock slipped open beneath my key. I stepped through the door, kicked off my heels, and wasn’t surprised when powerful hands forced me forward into my dark apartment. The light from the security lamps in the parking lot of the complex drifted Meeting a Neighbor’s Needs
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through the half-open vertical blinds. Behind me the rasp of a zipper, rustle of latex, and the adjusting of fabric preceded Garrick’s approach.
Without warning, he shoved me over the back of my sofa, and the sudden momentum lifted me from my feet. Before I could find my balance, he pushed up my skirt and buried his cock in my wet pussy. He thrust and pumped, the air forced from my lungs by the pressure of his heavy body over me, the sofa frame pressed into my stomach. I came, my face buried in the cushions of the sofa, my cries muffled by the smooth fabric. His dominance, so like George’s, had my pussy wet, desperate for more attention.
Pulling out, his shaft hard and hot, Garrick drew me up and turned me to face him.
Lifting me as if my weight were insignificant, he slid into my sheath again, then walked into my darkened bedroom, his eyes locked on mine as his every step sent his staff plunging deeper within me. By the time we reached the bed, I was poised to climax again, his broad hands lifting and lowering my body on his thick length counterpoint to his every step. The pulsing grip of my pussy heralded the beginning of my orgasm just as Garrick withdrew and dropped me on the mattress.
Refusing to be denied despite my slight size, I grasped his open trousers and yanked him down on top of me. My thighs clasped his waist as I squirmed and shifted until his wet cock slid home, filling my empty sheath with a forceful heave of my hips. He strained to break my hold, but my hands slipped beneath his pants, gripping the flexing muscles of his tight ass until the short nails left deep impressions in the skin. I held on, riding the waves of my completion until I could feel his own spurting release and hear his gasps above me. He sank his whole weight onto me, making breathing difficult, and the uncomfortable wetness of my climax dampened the spread beneath me.
Drifting in a peaceful lassitude, I felt Garrick withdraw and move off of me several minutes later. Keeping my eyes closed, I stretched and turned, aiding him as he began removing my clothing. Stripped naked, I opened my eyes long enough to watch him watch me, my thighs spread, my breasts full, the nipples tightening in the chill air of the bedroom.
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“Scoot to the end of the bed,” he rasped, his voice husky from spent passion. I watched his flaccid penis grow full and firm in the nest of black curls visible through the open wedge of his trousers.
Doing as he requested, I turned to position my hips at the foot of the bed. At the top of the thick posts of my bed, I had recently installed a latticed canopy and draped swags of fabric tied with thick cords. Somehow, while I’d been drowsing, Garrick had fashioned loops in the loose ends of the cords. Before I was aware of his intent, he’d slipped the loops over my ankles and tied my legs to the posts, feet in the air, body spread wide. Surprised, I lurched upward, but was unable to reach the ties. Bracing myself up, I watched as he smiled coolly, slipped out of his pants, shirt, shoes, and socks, and approached the bed, his arousal bouncing with every step. Meeting his smile, I lowered myself to my elbows and pushed my pelvis up, unashamed of the damp curls surrounding my open pussy.
Stroking his hand up and down his hard cock, Garrick taunted, “Is this what your hot little cunt wants?”
“Mm-hmm.” I moaned, easing onto my back and slipping my hands down to circle the wet mouth of my channel. Smearing the damp evidence of my wet juices over the swollen pink petals spread wide by my position, I played with myself, watching in satisfaction, as his breathing grew heavier.
“You’re gonna have to work for it, Gina,” he advised me, stepping to the edge of the bed, the hot tip of his penis stroking the back of my dancing fingers. Leaning to the side, he brought up a small duffle bag I was unaware he’d brought into the bedroom.
As I watched, he drew out cuffs of thick leather with heavy buckles attached to solid links of chain. These were more serious than the set I’d purchased months earlier. My eyes followed him as he secured the chains to the frame of my bed and laid the cuff on the mattress beside me, before doing the same on the other side of the bed with the second manacle.
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“Will you put them on?” he asked, stepping between my thighs again to tease the moist flesh with the warm head of his penis. As I waited, debating whether to play his game, he smoothed his fingers over the bulbous tip of his staff. Glistening ruby flesh winked in the dim light of the bedroom, and my breasts drew into taut mounds.
Slowly, I eased my hands to the bed, resting them beside the leather bonds. Taking his time, Garrick fastened each cuff into place and then leaned down to tighten the chains so my hands were drawn to the edge of the mattress on both sides, pinioning me, but not uncomfortably. Again, he leaned over and withdrew an object from the bag. This time it was a polished cherry wood box, a little wider than it was long and about half as thick.
“Garrick.” I moaned, my imagination conjuring lurid images of various torture devices.
Astonishingly, instead of growing apprehensive, the anxiety fueled my arousal. I could feel my sheath spasm in anticipation, and the moist fluid seep from the spread lips, trickling into the seam between my buttocks, pooling around the puckered opening. My breasts thrust into the air as I squirmed on the bed.
A devious chuckle slipped past his lips as he set the box on the bed beside my head, his long, lean body caressing mine as he slipped the latch free and eased the lid up. Nestled in black velvet lay four of the most massive cocks I’d ever seen.
“I’ve been wondering, Gina, ever since I was here last…” Garrick’s voice whispered over my straining breasts.
I couldn’t tear my eyes from the lifelike models beside me, while the rustle of foil and the snap of latex announced his presence of mind to don protection.
“Just how much cock…” He reached into the box and withdrew the first device, the smallest of the four. “…you can handle.”
The fake cock was huge, or so it appeared as he smoothed it over my cheek and around my parted lips. Easily three inches in diameter and seven inches in length, the prosthetic was a vibrant red, with raised veins along its length and a smaller handgrip at the base. A 70 Qwillia Rain
rounded head gave it the appearance of a man’s member, and the uniform width and color added to the design.
Dipping his fingers between my thighs, he teased the aching channel, coaxing more fluids to spill free, coating his fingers. Smoothing the replica down my torso to the spread folds of flesh between my thighs, he eased his wet fingers free and smeared my juices over the toy before slipping the tip into the wet opening of my pussy. He plied the dildo with phenomenal expertise, pushing the textured dildo to its full length within my clamoring sheath. Between the cheeks of my ass, he eased his cock in and out of the moist crevice, pausing to probe the tight whole as he pumped into me with the prosthetic.
“That looks good, baby.” He moaned as my hips pulsed upward, striving to hold the toy tight within me. “You take that so good. I want to see if you can take more.”
Pulling the toy from me, he laughed at my cry of protest, but he was quick to fill my depths with the hot, hard length of his own body. Placing the toy aside on the bed beside me, he rocked his cock deep within me, reaching f
arther than the toy had. My hands pulled at their bonds, but the leather and chains held tight.
A rustling by my ear told me he was selecting a second toy. Lifting heavy lids, I gasped at the second selection. This plastic column was longer and definitely not based on human proportions. At the pointed tip, it was easily two and a half inches wide, but as I viewed the rest of the shaft, I realized it grew wider as it grew longer. This toy was at least eight inches long, but at the base, it was easily four inches thick. The slick sides and cherry red color reminded me of a dog cock. Meeting Garrick’s grinning countenance, I realized he knew what I was thinking, or could at least guess.
“I thought I’d see if you liked taking Jackson. He was my brother’s Bull Mastiff.” His hand slipped between my thighs, swiftly replacing his withdrawn cock with that of the replica of a dog’s.
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Feeling the thick base press the opening of my pussy wide, I lunged against my bindings and lurched upward, my hips pulsing in time with the powerful thrusting of Garrick’s toy.
“I wonder if it 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 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.
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“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. “You’ll get me, baby.”
Against my buttocks, I felt his hands spread the flesh. His sheathed penis, hot and wet, brushed against my ass, while a thin stream of lubricant coated the opening, and his hands teased the tight muscles into relaxing. Pushing backward so that my arms were fully extended, my forehead resting on the bedspread, I presented myself to him.
“You’ll get all of me.” He chuckled. The liberal application of lube made his entry easier. Pressing his cock past the first ring of muscles then the second, Garrick filled my ass with his length. The thrust and rub of his cock increased as his arousal grew. The rub of the dildo through the thin layer of my flesh seemed to send him, rapidly, into full climax.
The dual penetrations brought me to my peak, my internal muscles clenching around the twin cocks and drawing a gasping groan from Garrick. Easing free of me, he carefully removed the horse casting and unfastened my bindings. After shedding his condom and bathing away the sticky residue of my climax and the lube, he soothed my boneless limbs into a more comfortable position on the bed. Garrick drew the covers over us after setting aside his case of toys and turning off the lights.
