The Trouble with Virgins (A Dystopian Romance Novella): Daughters of Venus Book 2

by Chris Genovese

He was big, or at least I thought he was. He was bigger than Kent.

  I held onto him and to be honest I wasn’t sure what to do next. I wanted to be sexier than I knew how. I didn’t have the experience I needed to totally seduce him. So I moved forward and put his cock between my legs, right where my pussy lips parted, and rocked forward and back a few times, making sure his dick slid between my lips, grinding against the fabric barrier. I was so wet that his cock stopped sliding so freely and got slightly stuck. I was ready for him.

  His eyes were glued to the spot between my legs and suddenly I wanted him inside me. I gripped his face with both hands and kissed him hard, slamming his head against the wooden door behind him. He moaned and kissed me back.

  I unfastened my bra and dropped my panties.

  He dropped to one knee. I’d forgotten about the customs. I just wanted to fuck. He was still preoccupied with the fucking rules. Whoever invented these rules needed to get their ass kicked right about now.

  He started to recite the customary speech and I grabbed the back of his head and shoved his face into my snatch. I was so close to yelling, “Use your fucking mouth for what it’s for!” But I didn’t. He was only doing what he thought was right. But what was actually right was I needed his tongue inside me.

  “My Dove…” he stopped talking, reached around and grabbed my ass in both hands.

  Now this was more like it.

  I lifted one leg and put it on the window sill as I held onto his shoulders and leaned my head back. And his tongue found my clit. Holy fuck did it find my clit. He gripped my ass so hard I felt his fingernails digging in as he took my clit in his teeth and sucked.

  “Yes,” I said.

  He clamped his mouth around my clit and seemed to let his mouth fill up with saliva. He gargled my clit around in his mouth, using the fluids to swish it back and forth rapidly. Fuck, I felt like my pussy was on fire. My toes curled and I had to dig my fingernails into his shoulders to stop from falling over.

  I tried to lift my leg higher but I couldn’t. I don’t know how to explain it but I wanted him up in me harder. I wanted his tongue to fucking dig its way inside. I wanted him to eat my fucking pussy.

  And then he did. His tongue dipped down to the spot between my ass and my pussy, and with one wide-tongued lick, he scooped from that spot all the way back up to my clit.

  “Oh fuck!” I yelled.

  And when I say I yelled, I mean I fucking yelled. I screamed it.

  “Fucking yes!” I screamed.

  He turned me around and I reached up to grab the window curtain rod with both hands and lifted both legs up and onto his shoulders. I shoved my pussy in his face and he got the point. His tongue dug in, fucking me in and out, in and out.

  The curtain rod wasn’t strong enough and it bent, my bare back slid down the window making a loud squeaking sound. I slapped at the glass trying to gain some sort of grip but I couldn’t and I fell down hard, slamming my back against the wooden base below the window.

  It hurt so bad I forgot about the man beneath my thighs.

  “Oh my God, are you okay?” Dominic asked as he rushed to my aid.

  I reached back and slapped the shit out of him. I don’t know why but the pain in my back was so immense that I just reacted. He jumped back and looked stunned. Good. I slapped him one more time so hard his head swung to the side. Then I pounced on him. I shoved him down on the floor and sat on his face.

  My pussy was on his mouth and his chin touched my asshole. It felt so good that I pushed down hard and his chin rubbed at my puckered ass so good, the whiskers scraping it and driving me wild.

  I’m sure he couldn’t breathe as I heard him gasp, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to eat me. I rocked forward shoving my clit against his nose and I loved it. His tongue dashed in and out, his chin pushed on my ass, and his nose rubbed my clit. It was perfect.

  “Fuck me with your face,” I yelled.

  “I’m trying to,” he said with a muffled voice.

  My legs were shaking. I wanted to come so bad. I think. That had to be what coming felt like. That ache that seemed to form in the pit of my stomach, way up deep in my gut, that threatened to pour out my pussy. That had to be it. I could feel it building up, like a bottle that had been shaken and the lid was about to be let off.

  I looked down and admired my own perky tits as they bounced up and down while I rode his face.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful!” Dominic yelled from beneath my ass.

  “Show me how beautiful!” I yelled.

  I pulled my pussy off his face and turned around. I sat on his chest for a moment and took his cock in my hand. The window was wide open behind us as the curtain had fallen when I did. I liked the fact that someone could be watching us.

  I thought about taking him in my mouth but I’d done that before. I’d sucked Kent’s dick once for a second. It was fun but it didn’t give me a whole lot of pleasure. What I hadn’t done…what I hadn’t done was take a dick inside.

  But still, it wouldn’t be fair to skip the blowjob thing entirely so I reached down and lowered my mouth around it once. I buried myself so far down that I gagged. I gagged hard.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  “Shut up!” I ordered.

  And I went down on him again, sliding his dick to the side of my mouth and along the sides of my teeth. I tasted a little bit of saltiness and felt a bit of fluid in my mouth. Pre-cum. He’d let a little bit loose. It was gross. But it meant I was in control and he was enjoying this.

  I pulled my mouth up to the head of his dick and sucked on it, like actually sucked on it, lashing my tongue out at the spot beneath the head. He bucked and lifted his ass in the air, nearly choking me again. I used my hand and mouth in unison, up and down, up and down. When I heard him start moaning, I leaned back and shoved my pussy into his mouth again.

  He moaned into my pussy and that was nice. I liked it a lot. His gasps and sighs were shooting into my wet hole and then he was filling me again with his tongue. I’d heard of this position before, sixty-nine they called it. Yes, I was sixty-nining him. And I liked it. It was sexy as hell having his dick in my mouth while I dripped all over his face.

  He started swirling around my clit again and I couldn’t take it. I pulled his dick out of my mouth and rested my forehead against his pubes. I sighed so loud that I don’t even know where the sound came from. And then something happened. Heat. Heat is all I can say. It was like the butterflies from my stomach suddenly found an exit. Lightning and more heat. Like I had to pee but couldn’t. My legs began to twitch and then I was riding his face again.

  I’d forgotten about his cock. I needed whatever he was doing to me to keep happening. Fuck, I thought I might lose my mind.

  “You’re my fellow!” I yelled at him.

  “You like that?” he asked.

  “Fuck me, Dominic! Oh shit, you’re mine. You are fucking mine, you got that?”

  “I got that!”

  I pulled off of his face and spider climbed forward until I was on top of his dick. This was the moment of truth. I’d never had one inside me. I didn’t know if it would hurt. I didn’t care. In fact I kind of hoped it would.

  I held onto the base of his cock and, with my ass still facing his face, I shoved his cock inside of me. And my eyelids lit up with electric shocks. It hurt so fucking bad. He felt so big. I don’t know how to explain that sudden pain other than to say that it felt like the opposite of taking a shit. Instead of something big coming out, it was plunging its way in. And fuck it was painful.

  I bled. I bled a lot. But I didn’t stop fucking him. The more it hurt the more pain I wanted to feel. I even cried a little. I didn’t realize I was crying until I felt the tears streaming down my face. I wasn’t sad. I wasn’t angry or anything. It’s not like I had been taken advantage of. I just let it all out. I let out the loneliness and sadness…all of it came out in that one fuck.

  Dominic was exercising my demons. His cock was freeing me of eve
ry negative thought I’d had pent up inside. He loved me. I saw that now. He loved me. And I loved him. I loved the feel of his cock inside of me mostly.

  The insides of my pussy hugged him and seemed to cherish him there in that moment. I felt him jerk inside me. I wasn’t sure what was going on. He started moving, not in and out, but fluttering kind of like his dick was coming to life inside me.

  Then through my numbed hearing, I made out a faint groan, and then warmth. Warmth, warmth, warmth in spurts. I felt my insides being filled. He was coming. He was spilling his seed inside of me. And he kept shooting it in. If anyone were ever able to create a baby girl, this had to be it, because it just kept coming.

  What wasn’t being used by my body was spilling all over him in a creamy froth. And I loved it. I kept fucking him. And then I stopped and stayed still. But his cock kept moving inside me, jerking, letting out its final spurts.

  I rolled off of him and lay back on the floor. My head at his feet. His head at mine. And I started laughing. I wasn’t sure what had gotten into me. There wasn’t anything funny about the situation, but I needed to laugh. I wasn’t howling with laughter but giggling like a little girl. And then he was laughing too.

  “That was great,” he said.

  “It was,” I agreed. “Now make me a sandwich.”

  And he did. Believe it or not, he rose to his feet, cock dangling, and pulled the cold cuts out of the little fridge. The suitor cabin was always stocked up before a suitor visit. So he made me a sandwich. I’d only been joking, but hey, I was a Dove, and if he wanted to make me something to eat, I was definitely going to take it.

  We cleaned up, ate our sandwiches, and then lay on the bed chatting. He told me things I never knew about him and I shared some secrets of my own. As we talked, I couldn’t help playing with his balls. They were just there and I loved the freedom I had. I could touch my man whenever I wanted to.

  He didn’t seem to mind and eventually it was clear he was ready to go again as instead of toying with a flaccid member I was stroking a fully erect one again.

  “Why don’t you show me again how the rest of our nights together will be,” I joked.

  He didn’t miss a beat. He climbed on top of me, spread my legs, and put his cock inside. I clenched my eyes shut and enjoyed every fucking minute of it.

  ***

  There is no wedding ceremony in our community. The only REAL ceremony is the coming-of-age one because the marriage of one Dove and however many husbands she takes isn’t what’s important. What’s important is the Dove and whether or not she eventually has daughters. In order to be considered a husband, a fellow has to make it through the suitor visit, and the Dove has to declare him as such. This means going to the courthouse and signing documents. So we did. And Dominic was my first husband.

  He was giddier than I was when it came time to enter our house. I got to enter first, which is customary. Bentley, Lauren’s husband was the chief builder so he walked me through the entire space. It was a six-bedroom house, as was normal for our families. That way I would have my own bedroom for days I needed time alone and each of my soon-to-be three husbands would have his own bedroom. Two extras were provided for any children that may come along, boys in one room and possible girl children in a room of their own. The girl room sat empty in most homes.

  I loved my house. I wrapped Bentley up in a giant hug at the end of our walkthrough and couldn’t help but enjoy the feel of his rock hard upper body pressed so firmly against my tits. Lauren definitely had it made. Something about the feel of Bentley reminded me of Pike and I wondered what his thoughts were at the moment, knowing I’d accepted Dominic as my first husband and still had two spots open. Poor Kent was probably suffering knowing he could’ve been the first if he’d only been old enough.

  Lauren showed up as I separated from Bentley. I was always at awe with the way she carried herself. So dignified even after the events that had recently transpired. The rumors around town and the loss of Alé had to bother her deep down inside but one would never know it.

  “I am so proud of you, baby girl,” she said as she hugged me.

  Bentley left us alone in the kitchen, empty except for a stack of new plates and a toaster on the counter.

  “I can’t believe it’s finally happening,” I said. “I’m a Dove.”

  “You really are,” Lauren agreed. “And a glowing one at that. I take it your suitor visit went well?”

  I crashed into Lauren and buried my face in her shoulder, giggling again like a young child.

  “Oh it was amazing. When you guys told me about the feelings I’d encounter…man there just are…”

  “…No words,” Lauren finished for me. “I told you there are no words. An orgasm is the closest thing to heaven we get to experience here on earth.”

  “Oh yes it is,” I agreed.

  “And you like Dominic then?”

  “Yes, I really do. He’s such a sweetheart.”

  “I take it his place will be in the kitchen,” Lauren said as she laughed.

  “Definitely. I need to hurry and get another husband to help with everything else.”

  “And what about Pike?” Lauren asked.

  I studied her face for a moment. She didn’t know I’d overheard them the other night and I figured she didn’t know that Pike had been honest with me about it. I didn’t expect her to be truthful with me. The whole ordeal must’ve been embarrassing for her.

  “Pike is…interesting,” I said.

  “How so?” she asked.

  “He’s as cocky as they come and I’m sure he’d make for one hell of a good sport in bed but does he truly understand what it means to be a fellow? That I’m not sure about. I don’t want to bring someone into my new family that’s a pain in the ass to manage.”

  “Very true.”

  “How are you holding up, with Alé gone?”

  She opened her mouth to speak but then settled her lips down together again. She opened them, then stopped and closed them again. She was choosing her words wisely. Either that or she hadn’t found them yet. One meant she didn’t trust me and the other meant she was just distraught. I wasn’t sure which was the case.

  Lauren was my idol, my motherly figure, but after overhearing her conversation with Pike, when the whole community knew that Pike was supposed to be mine, told me I needed to be careful with her. She was playing with a heavier hand than anyone knew. Anyone but me.

  “I’m dealing,” Lauren said. “I’m dealing day by day. But I miss him.”

  She looked out the window and the sun hit her face. She was golden, stunning.

  “I miss him so damned much,” she added.

  She reached up and wiped a tear from her eye.

  “Well, your husband is waiting outside,” she said, “and I’m sure he’s ready to come in and join you. You two might even want to bless this house with your young and insatiable sex drive.”

  Lauren gave me a hug and then left to join Bentley outside.

  “Dominic, your Dove is waiting!” I heard her call from outside.

  Moments later Dominic entered the kitchen with his hands in his pockets, his long sleeves rolled up to show off the dark hairs of his forearms. With the sun beaming in through the window, covering him in a dark silhouette, I knew that I was actually happy.

  And I stayed that way for a week. Yes, I was content one whole week.

  Two Fellows are Better than One

  Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve liked to run. I think in some odd way it makes me feel like I can get away from something. If I’m sad, I run from it and beat that temporary weakness out through the soles of my tennis shoes. If I’m angry, I run until I’m wheezing, spitting the madness out with each breath. And when I feel empty, I run until my chest is filled with air and the wind whipping through my hair fills me with joy, even if it doesn’t last much longer than the last step of my sprint.

  I was running just after dawn when I saw Pike. I’d done three solid laps around the commu
nity when I passed the sandbox, an area set up with different kinds of wooden blocks and bars used for strength and conditioning.

  Pike was there, doing pullups, shirtless. My eyes were drawn to his muscular, tattooed upper body. He was magnificent. His breath came out in misty puffs in the cool morning air and his sweaty hair stuck to the sides of his face, making his blond beard look as if it stretched all the way around his head.

  I challenged myself to divert my eyes and keep running.

  “You need a better sports bra!” he called out. “You’re gonna hurt yourself like that.”

  I lost my challenge and dropped down to a slow walk, turning and making my way toward him. I placed my hands on my hips and drew in a few deep breaths, trying to calm my chest enough to speak without sounding out of shape. He’d just make fun of me and that would piss me off.