Delivering the Virgin: A Romance Novella

by Cassandra Dee

  And I laughed deep in my throat, reaching down to grab my dickhead and rub it against her anus, that coffee-colored pucker so tempting, so aromatic. Because of course I’ve been in there a million times now, but I’d always lubed up first using my pre-cum, her vaginal juices, or a mixture of both. But this time, it was going to be a fuckin’ dry run and I watched with delight as her anus winked and clenched, anticipating my thrust with agony, the feel of my huge cock up her back hole raw with no mercy.

  I almost did it. I almost did it, pummeled my best girl in the ass without any lube, tearing up that sweet hole, wrecking it completely. But at the last second, I pointed my dick at her sopping wet puss instead and rammed in, that sweet flesh cushioning me, holding me tight, tiny and oh so wet.

  “Mmmm!” Laurie whined, throwing her head back so far she almost cracked her neck. “Oh god!”

  And I growled as well. I love my baby girl and as much as I wanted to see her limping around afterwards, her asshole sore, I loved her too much to do it without lube … this time. It’s not that we’re not going to do the nasty, it’s that I want her to tell me when she’s ready, when she’s ready to sit herself down on my dick dry, hump me with her tiny anal hole without a slick of lube on my cock.

  So yeah, it was gonna happen but not today. For now, I was pounding her pussy instead and the way Laurie was bucking and screaming, the way her cunt was so tight, resisting me, forcing me to push her down, force her hips up against the bureau so that I could fuck harder, my hips slapping against that huge ass with wet smacks, my dick angry, pulsing and so fucking hard with each drive, made me realize that Laurie probably wasn’t going to be able to walk for two days anyways, her pussy would be so sore, so achy.

  And it drove me into a fury again. I fucked her again and again, the wet slapping sounds obscene, her lips stretched so tight around my fuckpole while she creamed wetly, her juices streaming like a river, coating my dick and balls.

  “Ohhh fuuuuuuck!” she screamed, giving it up, a liquid gush of warmth spilling out from her cunt hole, smearing everything in sight, my groin, my dick, dripping with warmth down her thighs.

  And watching her pussy twitch and spasm while simultaneously feeling it on my pole forced me over the edge as well. A tidal wave built in my balls, rising high and tight, my chest and abs hard, my dick even harder. And with a roar and a massive, “OH SHIT!” I came like a volcano into my little girl, erupting with ream after ream of hot white, shooting my seed deep into that hot pussy, spurting it up against her cervix.

  And I stroked her as we came together, her heavy haunches slick and smooth with a sheen of sweat, trembling and jiggling while a long orgasm convulsed all throughout her body, making her cream and moan deliriously, her face pressed into the wood. With satisfaction, I watched as her cunt clenched and clamped on my dick, the pink lips swollen and wet, flexing and twitching.

  “Oh yeah, baby girl, fuck yeah,” I ground out. “Keep coming, open up your cervix so that my sperm swims right into you, fuck, keep it up.”

  Because you know what? We’ve decided we want to try for a baby. It’s only right, Laurie’s so fertile, so sweet, so giving and sassy, she’d make a great mother. And what’s to hold us back? The two of us are in love, we’re committed to one another, and as cheesy as this sounds, cherish each other, our bodies, our minds, our words rekindling our love with each day, each night, every word and every gasp. And although we were married at City Hall a year ago, we’re gonna celebrate with a huge wedding next week. I want to show my best girl off to everyone I know, my friends, family, even my staff at NYC Concierge whose introduction was so volcanic, so dramatic.

  Because Laurie’s my one and only. This sweet brunette, whom I delivered shampoo to, has become much more than a customer. She’s my life, my wife, my dream, my everything. And fuck … but she’s the one who’s delivered me.

  THE END

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  Crazy

  A Sterling Brothers Romance

  (Erotic Romance, Huge Size, Fisting, Secret Twin)

  © 2016

  By Cassandra Dee

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  CHAPTER ONE

  “Ummph!” I moaned as the man drilled me from behind. I shook with pleasure, naked on all fours, my legs spread as I took the man in my puss, pink bits dripping wet, my mouth stuffed full with another man’s cock in front.

  The men groaned as they reamed me, their pecs tight, their faces strained, seeking ecstasy in my body. And the pace picked up.

  “Umph! Umph! Umph!” I squealed as my cunny was reamed. True to form, Lexington in back of me was first, giving it up as his dick trembled and shook in my body, spurting great reams of semen.

  “Shit!” screamed the director. “Stop! Stop! That was the money shot! What were you thinking, how could you come in her?”

  But Lex wasn’t listening, he was too busy pulsing into my body, jets of cum coating my ovaries, filling me so full that jizz trailed out between our bodies. Meanwhile, Peter did better. Pulling out of my mouth in a rush, he stroked himself rapidly, his hand like a vise on his dick, giving that long, hard shaft the final stimulation it needed.

  “FUUUCK!” he roared as his sperm spurted onto my face. Like an obedient girl, I opened my mouth and closed my eyes, reaching my tongue out to catch as much goodness as possible.

  “Pan up! Pan up!” screamed the director. The cameraman rushed up to kneel by my head, capturing globs of white spurting onto my nose and lips, smeared on my cheeks, even dripping from my lashes. I assumed an expression of ecstasy, gulping as much as I could, nuzzling Peter’s cock as he rubbed it against my cheek.

  Once both fuckpoles stopped jerking, the men pulled back, allowing me to drop my head and pant, recovering, my body and face completely covered with jism.

  “Cut!” shrieked the director. “Goddamit, we’re going to have to do another take, Lex didn’t do his part right. Get yourself ready,” he commanded me. “Lex is going to come again, this time on your back and ass.”

  And like a slave, I turned on my knees, opening my mouth to fluff the big man and get him hard again. How had my life come to this? Oh, how the mighty have fallen …

  CHAPTER TWO

  Jenna

  Six months earlier …

  “Seriously Tina, you must be kidding,” I said nonchalantly, flipping my blonde hair back. “I’ve never heard of this requirement.”

  My sister gazed at me owl-like. Her heavy-framed glasses were ridiculous, they only served to emphasize the roundness of her cheeks, obscuring her rather pretty caramel eyes.

  “No, it’s true Jenna,” she said wearily. “In addition to the bar exam, there’s an additional requirement to get your license. It’s called the moral character application, I guess the State wants to make sure you’re an upstanding citizen, that kind of thing.”

  What? I’d been slaving away for almost three years at this law degree and it wasn’t enough? There was more to becoming an attorney?

  “Not only that, but the application costs something like four hundred dollars,” added Tina resignedly.

  “Four hundred dollars!” I screeched. “No way I can afford that! For a piece of paper that says I’m a good person? No way.”

  Tina looked away and didn’t reply. I knew from her silence that we didn’t have a choice
– she didn’t make the rules any more than I did and likely wasn’t looking forward to the four hundred dollar spend either.

  But at least Tina could afford it, as she was engaged to Jake Sterling now. I grew livid thinking about it because Jake had been my fiancé first. The CEO of Sterling Pharmaceuticals and I had met at a party and I’d succeeded in snaring the most eligible bachelor in San Francisco with my flirtatious ways, hot body, and unstoppable charm.

  But instead of marching into a happily ever after, my twin had snuck in, getting pregnant with Jake’s baby and basically stealing him from right under my nose. Now they were engaged to be married and instead of me as the next first lady of San Francisco, it was going to be Tina instead, my fraternal twin, a dumpy brunette who was actually serious about her career.

  Because my twin and I are law students at the same school in the Bay Area. My sister’s a good student and deserved getting in, I’m sure. But don’t tell anyone … because I didn’t earn my admission at all. Instead, I used my feminine wiles to seduce a professor who revised my transcript in the university’s database.

  It’d begun somewhat normally. I was a senior in Professor Lang’s economics class, almost dizzy with boredom as he wrote equations on the blackboard. It was amazing that I was in class at all – usually I just skip lectures, showing up to exams on the appointed date.

  But this professor had caught my eye. He was cute and not too old, maybe 35 or so, fresh from a post-doc and furiously trying to publish before his tenure evaluation came up. Prematurely grey, he was dressed like an academic in corduroy jeans with a v-neck cashmere sweater – trendy but not too much so, with a nice body, trim and toned, probably from biking all over campus. He was clearly smart too, holding a PhD from some Ivy League school back east.

  His voice droned on and on but it was a nice hum, something that I could plausibly feign interest in, even as my mind wandered thinking about this guy or that at school. When you look like me there are men galore only too happy to do your homework for you, they’ll even do your take-home exams if you’re savvy. But I needed an overhaul of my entire transcript and Professor Lang was just the answer. I knew instructors could access the University database and I wasn’t above trying my hand.

  After class, I trailed the handsome male into the hallway after the other students had disbursed.

  “Hi Professor Lang,” I said sweetly, throwing my blonde hair over my shoulder.

  “Hey,” he said glancing my way. “Hey,” he said more forcefully, doing a double take. That happens to me a lot. As a nubile undergrad, I was bursting with health and beauty and guys often look at me with renewed interest once they get a glimpse of my curves.

  “I was wondering if I could stop by later today for some review?” I asked with a flirtatious smile. “The stuff you explained today … the concepts were tough,” I added.

  “Well,” the good professor hemmed and hawed, “office hours are usually Thursday and it’s only Tuesday today ….”

  “Please?” I asked plaintively. “If I wait until Thursday there will be more material and I’ll just be more confused. Plus, the TA doesn’t have office hours until Friday, so I really have no way to clear this stuff up before moving forwards.”

  I could see him relenting, his mind doing a furious calculation of Hot Co-ed + Intermediate Economics + Doing my Job + Potential for Exploration (naughty!).

  “Alright, come by at three,” he said, his eyes glinting. “Have your questions ready, I only have half an hour before a faculty meeting.”

  “Oh of course, Professor,” I said. “I already know what I need,” I added with a saucy smile before skating away, my mini-skirt swaying as I wiggled my hips.

  And that, reader, is how I got straight A’s. Professor Lang and I engaged in a torrid affair which ended after graduation, the minute after he hacked into the University database and modified my transcript. It was fun, really, having a man wrapped around my finger, willing to do anything.

  “Joseph,” I admonished while the professor knelt between my legs, supplicating and worshipful. “Make sure to suck hard on my clit, I want to feel some real tension there.”

  And he’d merely moaned in response, breathing in my female scent, his cock a bulge in his pants as I spread my legs wider, hooking my panties over my engorged nether lips, baring my steaming cunny. He was almost drooling with need, eager to dive into my snatch to sample my honey.

  “Yes Mistress,” he whispered, staring at my puss avidly while touching himself, pulling that fuckpole out, its length twitching at its proximity to nubile womanflesh. And sure enough, the Professor did an amazing job with the oral, suckling my nub with vigorous ardor, making sure I came multiple times on his tongue before burying that hard shaft in my soft folds, my puss clenching with ecstasy as he pounded me again and again.

  “More Professor, more more more!” I squealed, throwing my head back in ecstasy, screaming with pleasure as he drilled me. “X plus 2Y equals R! Sum of S to the tenth degree is N!”

  It was so laughable, spewing nonsensical theorems, but hey, different strokes for different folks right? And for the sexy professor, that’s what got him off, girls, math, and equations. With a mighty groan, he emptied into me, pumping white into my burning insides, coating me with viscous, virile sperm, his trim body shaking with lust and release as he emptied into my body.

  So people were shocked when I was admitted to top-tier law schools. I’ve always come off as a blonde bimbo, and even my so-called friends were surprised. “What?” gasped Kim Marsh. “How did you get into Stanford Law? You never study. In fact, didn’t you get a D in Econometrics last year?”

  Of course I had, but I wasn’t about to tell her that my entire transcript had been faked.

  “Yeah, I guess I just had a really good reference letters,” I purred. In fact, I’d read Professor Lang’s letter which raved about my “stellar intellect” and “inestimable abilities.” It was laughable. More like my dripping pussy and big, bouncy boobs had paved the way.

  “Hope you do just as well in the admissions game,” I’d tossed off to Kim insincerely, spinning about and leaving her gawking.

  But of course, my sister suspected something was off. When I called, Tina was wary and unforthcoming.

  “Alright Jenna, where are you planning on matriculating?” she asked slowly.

  “I dunno, where are you?” I responded. Her answer meant more to me than she knew.

  “Well, I just mailed my deposit into Stanford Law School,” she said slowly. “They have a great tax program and you know how I’ve always been interested in corporate shield and all that.”

  I sighed. Tina was so boring. Law school was an opportunity to meet men, all these glorious, hard-bodied young graduate students who’d likely move onto lucrative careers. And I was secretly elated. Didn’t a ton of entrepreneurs come out of Stanford? I mean, all the billionaire tech moguls were Stanford drop-outs right?

  “What a coincidence!” I said gleefully. “That’s where I’m headed this fall too.”

  Tina was silent in reply, giving out a soft sigh.

  “I guess I’ll see you there, Jen,” before hanging up with a soft click.

  But my twin’s presence was more important to me than just sisterly support. Come fall, I pressed my advantage, relying on Tina for everything … driving me to class, taking notes, even cribbing off of her papers once in a while, without her knowledge of course. She was the perfect fallback, I didn’t even need to charm nerdy boys into doing my work for me.

  But it all blew up when it came to Jake Sterling. CEO of Sterling Pharma, my sister and I had attended a party in the City and I thought I’d snagged him. I’d made a beeline as soon as he appeared, the newest billionaire in Silicon Valley, and we’d done some dirty dancing with a vague promise to “meet up again” after the party ended.

  And I’d worked it to the max, spinning one date into two, two into three, until we were a couple. But unbeknownst to me, Tina had actually slept with him at that da
mned party! I mean, gimme a break. The twenty minutes when I wasn’t watching my man like a hawk, and my twin snuck in and got pregnant by the billionaire on her first try. It was unbelievable, like the worst nightmare from hell.

  So my sister and I are estranged now, after Jake broke off our engagement to be with his baby mama.

  “I can’t believe this is happening,” I spat to my mom. “This is so fucked up, what kind of sister does this to you?”

  My mom looked at me reprovingly. I guess since she’s known me since birth, she knows how vengeful and spiteful I can be on occasion. But this was an instance where it was deserved. I swear, my twin ran off with my man, how messed up is that?

  “Jenna,” she said gently. “You’re beautiful but surely you can see how much Jake and Tina love each other. Maybe you were there first, but the heart wants what it wants, and Jake wants Tina.”

  This wasn’t helpful at all.

  “Whose side are you on, Mom?” I screeched. “I did nothing wrong! It was all her! Tina makes herself out to be such a goody two-shoes but inside, she’s dirty and corrupt, she’d do anything to get her way.”

  My mom only sighed.

  “Jenna, maybe you should take a closer look at yourself,” she advised. “Just because you’re pretty doesn’t mean that life is going to be easy.”

  “Is that a warning?” I’d sneered. “Shit happens Mom, I know, but this was really beyond the pale.”

  “Take another look at yourself,” my mom urged. “Work on yourself first, really look inside and figure out what you want, what will make you happy. And don’t throw stones if you live in a house of glass.”

  Whatever. These platitudes and old sayings were too much to bear, they just made people feel worse without actually being helpful.