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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.

A few hours later, I woke before him. An impish devil within me had me fastening the leather cuffs firmly over his wrists, locking him onto the bed, arms spread wide. As I slid the last strap through its buckle, Garrick woke and tugged at his bindings. Against the inside of my thigh, I could feel his arousal. Slipping down to tease the throbbing tip with the moist heat of my body, I whispered against his lips, “You want this?”

Silently he nodded, his hands curled into fists.

Turning his words back on him, I taunted, “You’re gonna have to work for it.”

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waist. Leaning forward, I teased his lips with the puckered tip of my breast. “I’ve never met a man yet,” I whispered, “who could make me come just by sucking my breasts.” Meeting his wry grin, I asked, “Do you think you can do it?” Bobbing my breast to his parting lips, I added, “Make me come, just by sucking?” I pressed my damp, hot core against the sensitive flesh of his lower belly.

His lips swallowed my tit, teeth teasing the taut nipple. He laved and suckled and nibbled my breasts until I climaxed, my hot, wet juices coating the soft fur covering his lower belly. Next, I had him use his mouth on my pussy to make me come. This too he did, his cock straining for release behind me, but he remained silent. We had kicked the covers aside early in our escapade, and they now tangled around our feet as I finally relented and slid down to take his engorged cock within me. His thrusting hips lifted me onto my knees.

Controlling the depth of his plunges was impossible even with him bound beneath me. I rode his length, my hands fisted in the fitted sheet beside his shoulders, gasping and groaning at the fierceness of his movements.

Beneath me, Garrick remained eerily silent, his eyes focused on mine, never allowing me to look away. His lips glistened with the dew of my flesh. Leaning forward, I kissed away the taste of myself, stroking the moist cavern of his mouth, tangling with his agile tongue.

That same zing of awareness that had warned me of George’s ownership of me zipped through my core and wound around my heart. Squeezing the breath from my lungs, it frightened and aroused me all at the same time. Christ, I wondered, how could two men possess me?

There were months of give and take, growing familiarity, and comfort in place between George and me. I couldn’t say the same for Garrick, but that same sensation of belonging coiled in my center, intertwined with the spiraling tension of my building orgasm.

A cool breeze spilled over our joined bodies, but I ignored it, so focused was I on enjoying every hard inch buried within me. It was only as the bed depressed behind me with the weight of another man that I realized what the breeze meant.

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George had returned.

Hearing me with someone else, he must have decided to investigate.

George must have also released his cuffs, because Garrick’s thrusts continued unabated though his hands now fastened on my hips, steadying them for each plunging stroke of his shaft.

The ripping of foil and the whisper of latex preceded a second set of hands smoothing over my back, pushing Garrick’s hold to the backs of my thighs, drawing my legs wide, exposing the moist opening of my ass. I knew it was George. His calloused fingertips and delving strokes announced him long before his rubber-covered cock slipped into me, riding counterpoint to Garrick’s motions. His hands eased over my damp breasts, teasing the puckered nipples, squeezing the swollen globes with every plunge of his penis within me.

The three of us climaxed simultaneously, our cries filling the bedroom and echoing in the silent night. Sandwiched between the two, I stayed complacent as they took their time stroking my softening curves, their semierect cocks easing from my body.

Drawing me off Garrick, George laid me in the center of the bed. After disposing of their condoms, George urged Garrick onto his side so they could both stroke and fondle my body. My hands smoothed over their flat bellies, dipping into the nest of hair surrounding their penises, caressing the twin sacs dangling beneath their filling lengths.

George’s fingers dipped into my curls, smoothing the trickle of passion left by my climax into the moist hair, laving the bud of nerves hidden within the folds of my body until I gasped with renewed arousal.

“She always looks so pretty when she’s wet from fucking, don’t you think?” he asked, his eyes focused on my pussy. His fingertips delved into the wet opening, teasing the awakening muscles.

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“Mm, yes,” Garrick agreed, sliding up to rest his back against my headboard. Hips level with my head, his hand slipped over my damp breasts, lifting my arm away from George, easing me onto my side.

With my back to George, Garrick’s arousal brushed my cheek, then tapped at my moist lips. “I love to see her pussy swallowing a hard cock. Doesn’t even have to be mine. She seems to enjoy it so much.”

He pulled my arm up and twined my fingers around one of the thick spindles on the headboard. I watched as Garrick’s hips inched closer until he slipped his length into my mouth, his eyes meeting mine before traveling down my body.

Behind me, I heard George slide another condom on. Propping my leg over his hip, George eased his engorged staff into my sheath. The position allowed Garrick full view of every wet inch as George’s cock glided in and out of me.

They took their time, seeming in no hurry to gain their satisfaction. It was as if they were more excited by watching one another’s cocks slip in and out of me than by the sexual act they participated in. As if drawn to one another, George or Garrick would pause in their ministrations to caress an arm or a shoulder. The few inches of Garrick’s cock that I couldn’t take into my mouth, George stroked and squeezed, smiling in satisfaction at the hiss of arousal sliding from the other man’s throat.

Taking my cue from them, I let my arousal build, allowing the soft, caressing touches and slow advance and retreat of their thrusts to draw quiet groans and moans from my lips.

Despite the control each exhibited in drawing out our lovemaking, neither man could deny the needs of their body or mine. When the thrust of his hips increased, I knew the end was approaching for George. Once he reached climax, it was just a matter of seconds before I would.

Sensing that end, I watched as a light shimmered in Garrick’s eyes. Leaning down, his hand fisted in George’s mussed waves and his mouth captured my neighbor’s. As their Meeting a Neighbor’s Needs

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tongues tangled, I watched as both men fought for supremacy in the intimate embrace.

Garrick won.

Simultaneous explosions toppled all three of us into orgasm as Garrick swallowed George’s hoarse cry of climax while the salty wash of Garrick’s seed filled my mouth and shot down my throat.