C. J. Starr is the Queen of Quickie Reads. Starr shines in Cassandra's Independence. C. J. Starr breaks the traditional rules of erotica by writing short stories that are more than sex. C. J. Starr creates stories that have emotion, relationships, and exploration of sexuality.

 

Excerpt:

Yes. I wanted sex. I wanted to feel the rapture, to have my juices run free in a sexual release of commingling, right into orgasm. Jack was just a tool. He was available. He was willing. Ha! He was chomping at the bit for somewhere to insert his throbbing dick. He asked me to give him head after light petting on the loose hay.

 

"I need your lips around the head of my cock, Cass. You'll do this for me, right?"

"I'm not a cocksucker, Jack. But I want to see what you're so proud of. So... Show me yours and I'll show you mine."

Jack stood and dropped his Sunday jeans faster than a mid-western bolt of lightning. I almost laughed aloud at the sight of his blue polka-dotted boxer shorts. His penis bulged a good six-inches out from inside of them. I was excited - aroused. Jack tugged down on the boxers and his cock bounced upward and erect as the shorts fell below his knees. I thought, Damn! It's really big.

It was dusk and the lighting was poor in the loft, not dark, just dimmed; like my thinking was at the time. I reached out and touched it. It was the first time I had touched an erect penis. It was warm to my fingers as I felt its hardness by depressing my thumb and index finger.

"Go ahead and grasp it, Cass. It won't bite," Jack encouraged.

My fascination and girly curiosity prompted me to grasp it full in the palm of my hand. As I did so, I felt my breathing become heavy, I was enjoying this playful moment. I cupped his testicles in my left hand and a small drop of sperm appeared on Jack's penis head.

Jack went into a shallow moaning as I began an up and down stroking of his meaty penis. Very vociferously, Jack demanded, "Suck on it, Cass! Gently, Damn it, Girl, Don't suck out my insides you bitch!"

For some idiotic reason his words made me laugh. For a brief moment I had hoped that I was indeed hurting him.

"If I wanted to do the BDSM scene I'd head up to Reno." Jack became silent, then announced, "Now you got it, use a little more tongue bitch, and work up a little more salvia while you're at it."

Cass spit him out of her mouth, saying "What about me?"

"You'll get yours soon enough...you little slut."

The loft darkened with the setting sun and Jack exploding into Cass's mouth. Cass was near orgasm herself when Jack lost it. Spitting profusely, Cass pulled away from his selfish assault. "I wasn't quite ready for that, Jack, you bastard."

"OH! You weren't ready, were you? What the hell did you expect, a kiss on the cheek?"

Cass wasn't liking this at all. Her emotions were more in line with fear instead of romance. In the dark hay, tears rolled uncontrollably from her unseeing, blurry eyes. An inner voice screamed at her to run, to get away from Jack and his perverse sense of lovemaking. But it was too late, Jack had grasped her breasts and forced her down on the barn's upper floor.

"I'm still hard enough to bust your virginity. Ready!"

Before Cassandra could utter dissent, Jack was positioning himself above her pussy, laughing. Cassandra muttered out, "Where's your rubber?"

"Fuck that!"

"Oh no... No condom... No sex!"

"I ain't got no pro-pro-lap-tic shit."

"There's one in my purse. Let me get it," which she did, with great reluctance.

Confused, scared and wanting to flee, Cass still wanted to consummate the relationship and to get rid of her virginity. Jack had gone flaccid and needed my further stimulation to erect him...up. It didn't take all that long to harden his penis...

 

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m/f. Erotic romance
30 Pages/Rating: 18+