Secret in a Suitcase: His Forbidden Desire (3 page)

“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.

***

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 just 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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