“Maybe you will,” Jodi said lightly. “But remember—you can look but don’t touch.”
“Got it.” He nodded and seemed to bring himself back from some inner fantasy. “So this little guy—in or out?” he asked, holding up the rabbit vibe.
“Actually, I like him.” Jodi nodded at the purple jelly rabbit ears. “And those look like they would feel extremely nice. So I’ll take it.”
“You got it.” Vorn put it in the basket. “Now what else…”
They perused the isle, finding a few more dildos Jodi liked and then came to a section of vibrators that were only for clitoral stimulation. Jodi picked one up and examined it, looking at the back of the package.
It was a round disk, about two inches thick and six inches across—about the size and shape of a roll of duct tape. Sticking out of it at intervals were pink latex tongues. Apparently once you turned it on the tongues turned in a circle, lapping at whatever was placed against them.
Luscious Licking Action! proclaimed the packaging. Your pussy has never felt so pleasured!
“You want that, baby?” Vorn said in her ear.
Jodi frowned. “I’m not sure. I, uh, doubt it would feel like the real thing.”
“Do you know what the real thing feels like, though?” he asked. “I thought that idiot James wouldn’t go down?”
“Yes, but he’s not the only guy I’ve ever been with,” Jodi pointed out. “I had a few boyfriends as an undergrad who were, uh, somewhat willing to try it.”
“Willing to try?” Vorn sounded like he couldn’t believe it. “You make it sound like some kind of fucking chore!”
“Well…that’s how some guys treat it,” Jodi admitted. “Like it’s something they have to get through in order to get to the good part.”
“Baby, licking pussy is the good part,” Vorn told her, his golden eyes blazing. “Getting on your knees between your female’s thighs and eating her until she’s shaking and crying and calling your name—it doesn’t get any better than that. What the fuck is wrong with human males?”
Jodi sighed. “I don’t know. I just know that none of the ones I’ve ever been with have been very good—or very eager—to uh, go down.” She put the twirling tongue vibrator back on the shelf. “I guess that’s why I pretty much gave up on it.”
Vorn shook his head.
“That’s a damn shame, little girl. Every female deserves to have her pussy worshiped by a male who knows what the hell he’s doing and enjoys it.”
“Well, who knows? Maybe James will suddenly develop an interest.” Jodi shrugged uncomfortably, knowing that wasn’t very likely. “Um…can we look at the other side of the store?” she asked, wanting to change the subject from her fiancé’s shortcomings. “They have outfits over there.”
“Sure, baby—whatever your little heart—and pussy—desires,” Vorn said agreeably. “C’mon—let’s check it out.”
They wound up picking several outfits like ones Jodi had been eyeing online but couldn’t afford. A naughty school girl set that came with a short plaid skirt, a thin white blouse that tied under the breasts, and thigh-high white stockings was one she really liked. But the leather mini skirt that zipped up the front and the back and a demi-cup black lace corset with naughty little see-through lace panels that could be pulled up or down to either cover or expose her nipples, was exciting too.
Jodi wished there was a dressing room, but even though there wasn’t, she was able to pick out her sizes by sight. She liked that they had a plus-sized section, since her hips and ass and thighs most definitely fell into that category.
Vorn bought her a variety of underwear too—a lot of crotchless panties and nipple-less bras that Jodi couldn’t wait to try on and parade around in. Anytime she worried about the price, he told her not to.
“Get what you want—everything you want,” he told her. “Money is no object when it comes to making your little pussy happy.”
Jodi took him at his word but when they brought everything to the register and the bored-looking female clerk rang it up, the final price horrified her.
“Three thousand dollars?” she exclaimed. “That’s a car down-payment!”
“No, baby—it’s a pussy investment,” Vorn said with such a straight face that she couldn’t help laughing. “Don’t worry about it,” he assured her. “I told you anything you want and I meant it.”
“You two seem to be smart customers,” the clerk remarked, as she bagged up the last of their stuff. She looked at Vorn. “Are you one of them Kindred?”
“I am one of them Kindred,” Vorn said, grinning genially and making Jodi laugh again. “Why do you ask?”
“Well because—we just got a new shipment of dildos they call The Kindred Line. S’posed to be the same size and shape as real Kindred equipment, if you know what I mean.” The clerk peered over her glasses at Jodi. “Though maybe you wouldn’t be interested, seeing as how you got the real thing right here.” She nodded at Vorn.
“Oh, well…” Jodi started to demure.
“Let’s see them,” Vorn said. “Bring a Beast Kindred one,” he told the clerk. “I want to see how accurate this ‘Kindred Line’ is.”
“You got it.” The clerk bustled off to the back room for a moment and then came back with an extra-large box in her hand. “Here you go—you can open it if you want to,” she said, handing the box to Jodi.
Curiosity getting the better of her, Jodi did exactly that. What she saw made her eyes pop.
The dildo was extremely realistic with ridges and veins running down its considerable length and a broad, plum-shaped head only a little smaller than her fist. It was longer and thicker than her python had been but the strangest feature had to be at the very bottom.
“What’s this thing?” she asked, sliding her fingers around the thick ridge of flesh that ran in a ring around the base of the shaft, just above the balls.
“The mating fist.” Vorn’s voice was a low growl. “Once it
