by JJ Simone
“So, you like my cock, do you?” he asked, dangling the replica right by my mouth.
“Yes,” I said, “very much.”
“Show me.”
I dutifully wrapped my lips around the head of the fake cock as he wished, suckling on the tip like I would the real thing. Brock moved the dildo back and forth, trying to push it into my mouth, but I wouldn't let it go in that deep yet. I sucked up and down the shaft, showing him how much attention I would give a real cock before I started going down on it for real.
Brock breathed heavily. “Oh, Julie, that looks great ...” he muttered, sounding mesmerized. “Fuck.”
I wrestled against his hold and finally got an arm free. I wrapped my arm around his back and clawed my fingernails into his back, pulling him closer to me. He pressed his body against mine, and I could feel his bulge against my loins.
“Brock,” I said, “you're so hard.” I reached down and rubbed the crotch of his jeans. His eyes rolled back in his head and he grunted.
“Julie ...” he trailed off.
I stared him in the eyes with his dildo buried deep in my mouth.
“I want you,” I said. “I want the real thing.” My hand worked the zipper on his jeans, sliding them off easily. His bulge looked so huge in his boxers. I sat up on all fours and grabbed his bulge, teasing him. “Do you want me?” I jerked his cock slowly, still covered by his boxers.
He groaned. “I want you so bad. I've always wanted you.”
I tore his boxers off, revealing his huge cock in the flesh! It looked even bigger and tastier than the dildo. I jerked my rock-hard lover slowly while I nuzzled up against his balls. With my ass wiggling in the air, I looked up at his eyes. He looked like he was blissfully hypnotized by my ass. I dragged my tongue up his balls, up his shaft, and settled my tongue on his cock-head, licking all around his tip until it oozed with pre-cum. He reached over me and clapped a hand against my butt-cheek.
“Oh, Brock,” I said, grinding into him, “spank me more.” He struck my ass cheek over and over, until the stinging pain burned so deep it became pleasurable. I could feel the red imprints of his hand seared into my skin. “I love it when you spank me,” I whispered.
“Suck my cock,” he commanded.
I shook my head no, and he spanked me hard once more.
“Do it.”
I shook my head again, and he brought his hand down on my ass cheeks repeatedly. The pain turned to pleasure, and the pleasure began to burn so deep inside of me that it became painful again! I could feel the burning stretching up to my throat, like I had some great thirst inside of me, and only one thing could quench it …
I took Brock's big, swollen meat into my mouth finally, feeling all around the underside of his shaft with my tongue. His huge veins pounded with the rhythm of his heartbeat. I blew him until he seemed to tremble. He grabbed my hair and pulled me off his cock.
I whimpered. “I'm not done,” I said.
He grabbed the dildo and put it side-by-side with his real cock.
“Which one do you like better?” he asked.
I rolled my eyes – like that was a hard choice!
“This one,” I said, and throated the entirety of his member. With all the practice I had gotten on his dildo, I was much better at fitting his whole rod into my mouth!
“But,” I said, pulling off him, “I'm pretty fond of this one, too,” and sucked on his dildo. Brock groaned as he enviously watched me blow on the replica of his dick. He seemed to feel left-out, as he angled his penis towards my mouth, trying to get me to blow him instead. I laughed, gave his rod a quick suck, and started alternating between the Clone-A-Cock and the real thing. Brock panted heavily. His hand traveled down my body, and he slipped his fingers under my panties and caressed my swollen, wet folds.
“You're so wet,” he said. “I want you, Julie.”
“I want you too,” I panted.
Brock slipped my panties off and laid me on my back. He climbed on top of me and teased my clit with his huge, engorged cock-head.
“I'm a virgin, Brock,” I said.
He smiled and kissed me softly. “I'll be gentle.”
He rubbed his cock-head against my clit until my folds spread wide open, inviting him in. Every ounce of my being wanted him inside of me – now! I had never felt such a desire before!
Brock placed his dick against my hole. I was so wet his big, erect cock slid right in easily. His member hit my cervix, and we both groaned in unison. Just like when he was spanking me, it hurt so much it felt good. He left his cock there, all the way inside me as far as it could possibly go, just enjoying my warm, tight wetness. I squeezed his meat with my muscles, jerking him off with the inside of my pussy. He grunted. When I felt him starting to pull back out, I squeezed him as hard as I could. He struggled to pull his cock out from my grasp, groaning in ecstasy as he did. He was so hard now, and I was so wet and ready to fuck like an animal, I was about to lose my mind!
Finally, he bored his cock deep into me, and started pounding me over and over. Each penetration brought waves of ecstasy over me. I just kept getting wetter the harder he fucked me. I could feel my pussy dribbling cunt-juice out of my hole; it dribbled down my sex and pooled around my ass and the sheets below me. I was so wet, there was a huge wet spot beneath us!
Brock's jack-hammer pace started to slow, disappointing me.
“What's wrong?” I whimpered, squeezing his cock with all of my might.
“You're so tight,” he said. “You're going to make me cum!”
He pulled out and shook his head. “I need a break. I want to taste your pussy, anyway.”
Brock crouched down below me and, grabbing both legs, spread me wide. I'd never had anyone do this before! I felt exposed, with my pussy and ass splayed out before him, but he quickly went to work. I shuddered at the feel of his tongue licking up and down my lips, bringing me to the edge of orgasm myself.
“Oh shit,” I said, “you're going to make me cum!”
Brock focused his tongue on my clit, gently lashing it repeatedly. My clit hardened under his tongue, encouraging him to go faster and harder. Before I knew it, I felt myself cumming, hard.
“Oh shit, Brock! I'm cumming!” I yelled.
Brock wrapped his tongue around my clit and sucked, sending me over the edge. My pussy quivered as the euphoria washed over me. Brock sat up and smiled, proud to be the first person to give me an orgasm.
I got on all fours and turned around, offering him my ass. I wiggled it in front of him, knowing he couldn't resist, even if he was close to cumming already. He sighed helplessly and grabbed my ass cheeks.
“I want you to spank me while you fuck me,” I told him.
Brock grabbed my waist and mounted me from behind. His big penis parted my folds again and he slowly entered me. He pulled all the way out, waited a beat, and re-entered, making me shudder. Quickly, he started to pick up pace.
“Spank me!” I yelled.
He spread his fingers wide and slapped my ass hard. His out-stretched hand clapped against my ass, over and over, his fingers searing into my skin. It hurt so good, it felt so good! I needed more!
“More!” I yelled. His big cock seemed to grow even more engorged while inside of me; it seemed to become even more sensitive. I could feel him twitch every time he pulled out and re-entered me. With his pace slowing, I grinded against his meat, forcing him to fuck me the way I wanted to be fucked. I moaned loudly, feeling a second orgasm coming.
“Shh, you're too loud! You're gonna wake your parents!” he hushed.
He tossed the Clone-A-Cock at me. I stuffed it in my mouth like a pacifier, stifling my moans. Mmmf, I whimpered, sucking on the dildo as if I might make it cum, too.
Fuck me harder, I tried to say, my voice muffled by his dildo. I slammed the dildo into my mouth, deep-throating it over and over with a furious pace. He saw what I wanted and drilled into my pussy from behind. I could feel the cum building pressure in his shaft as he fought against blowin
g his load.
“Cum inside me,” I wailed. “I want you to cum inside me.”
Brock spanked my ass hard, bringing me to the precipice of orgasm. I clenched his cock, deep inside me, making him groan even louder.
The friction of his huge, swollen cock against my clenched pussy muscles brought me to another orgasm, and I let out a loud yelp. With him still inside me, my pussy muscles fluttered uncontrollably, rapidly gripping and releasing his cock.
“Oh fuck!” he yelled, unable to stave off his orgasm any longer. I could feel his cock-head grow inside me as his balls drew up, ready to shoot his cum. His dick throbbed, dumping load after load of his seed inside me. I screamed in pleasure, trying my best to quiet myself with his dildo.
Brock pulled out and collapsed on his side, his big chest heaving. I laid with my ass in the air, trying to catch my breath too. His cream-pie dripped out of my hole and settled in my pubic hair.
I reached down with the dildo and smeared his cum all over it. Curious, I brought it back up to my mouth and licked up his seed until there was none left.
“You taste so good,” I told him.
He smiled and slapped my sore, red ass.
“You're amazing, Julie,” he said. “But we can't tell anybody about this, understand?”
I pressed myself even further into his arms, wanting him to envelope me totally with his big arms.
“Of course,” I said. “Just one question.”
“What's that?” he asked.
“Can I take this with me to college?” I flapped the Clone-A-Cock back and forth in front of his face.
“Sure,” he laughed, and squeezed me tightly. “I mean, you'll have to tide yourself over until Christmas Break somehow, right?”
I felt so comfortable in his arms, with my new dildo snuggled tightly between my breasts.
We fell asleep like that, old friends and new lovers, already dreaming about Christmas break.
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Excerpt from Secret in a Suitcase 2: My New Boyfriend
“WE'RE HOME!” I shouted as I entered the door with my boyfriend, Jim, following behind me. I hadn't wanted to bring him home for Christmas break – we'd only been dating a few months, so this kind of visit seemed strangely inappropriate. But he'd talked me into it, like he always does. He didn't have money for a plane ticket home, he said, and it'd be much easier and cheaper to ride the bus with me to my house!
After a while, I gave in. I figured maybe I'd see a different side of Jim, the kind that wanted to make a good impression on his girlfriend's parents. It could be good for us. Because more and more lately, I was seeing only one side of Jim – the hot, charming guy that gets a short-temper when he doesn't get his way.
And besides, my old best friend Brock would also be home visiting, and ... well, I still had a lot of conflicting emotions about that. If Jim was with me, I'd be able to resist getting into trouble with Brock. After all, my parents would never forgive him if they knew. And besides, I mean, I had a boyfriend now. And even if we didn't always get along, I had to be a faithful girl, no matter how much I was tempted.
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My family seemed to like Jim, and vice versa, which relieved a lot of my worries. Brock wasn't hurt that I brought Jim, or at least if he was, he disguised it well enough. We all went out for dinner and had a good time, drinking and laughing the night away.
I only had a couple drinks, which quickly went to my head. I was sandwiched in the restaurant booth between Jim and Brock, and found myself gravitating towards Brock as I got tipsier.
I wore a low-cut blouse that night, and I could tell Brock was sneaking peaks at my cleavage. Maybe it was the alcohol, but that made me feel so ... giddy. Once I noticed what Brock was doing, I kept pushing my cleavage out towards him, daring him to look.
“I missed you guys!” I said to my family, and hugged Brock's head, secretly giving him a great view of my tits. OK, I admit, I was drunk, and this was dumb and risky. Our little affair had to be a secret, and it couldn't continue! But acting out like this was a lot of fun, too. No one knew! Besides, I was with Jim now – nothing was going to happen with Brock.
After a while, the night got late, and Mom and Dad drove us all back to the house, where we watched a movie. Around midnight, we all got pretty tired, so we got ready for bed. I changed into short-shorts and a playful little tank-top that showed lots of my bosom.
Me and Jim stepped into my room, and he closed the door behind us, and then got this weird, sneaky look on his face. He rushed up to me and grabbed my breasts and tried to kiss me.
“Jim!” I protested.
“I've been waiting to play with these tits that whole bus ride here, and all night with your family – you owe me this. You can't put those on display and not let me touch them. They look so good,” he said.
I squirmed against him. “Jim, we can't do this now! These walls are paper-thin, and my parents will hear us, or Brock ...”
“Forget about all that, we'll be quiet,” he said. His hand slipped down to my crotch and he tried to rub my pussy. I was so worried about the noise, though, that I didn't feel turned on at all. I pushed his hand away.
“Seriously, Jim, can you stop for a minute? Can we just talk?” I asked.
“Fine,” he said while rolling his eyes and looking upset. He plopped down on the bed. I went over and lay next to him, and ran my fingers through his hair.
“I'm sorry, sweetheart,” I said, trying to cheer him up.
Sometimes, when I turn him down for sex, he gets all upset and moody. I didn't want that. “It's just that I know how loud this house is, and if anyone hears us fooling around, I'm in huge trouble. I'm surprised my parents are even letting us be in here with the door closed!”
Jim nodded, and his expression changed – he looked like he understood and respected my wishes. He moved in to softly kiss me. I met his lips, and we shared a small, sweet kiss. But ju
st like that, Jim's tongue slipped into my mouth, and it started thrashing about, passionately. He still hadn't given up on trying to get laid.
“Jim!” I reprimanded.
“OK, OK, I'm sorry,” he said with a snarky grin on his face. “I know what gets you turned on, though.”
Jim got up and went over to my suitcase.
“Oh no, Jim, not that!” I yelled, feeling my crotch start to heat up at the thought of Brock's Clone-A-Cock dildo. “Seriously, don't!”
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