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

by Chris Genovese

  “Pike, I can promise you, from one who’s had that thing inside her a lot lately, you definitely haven’t gotten smaller.”

  “Skinnier maybe?” he asked.

  “Definitely not.”

  I took it in my own hand and held it. I liked the feel of his sleeping cock resting in my palm. It didn’t stay limp for long. Like a hose when the water’s suddenly turned on full speed, it sprang to life.

  “We need to test this cause I’m telling you I think it got smaller,” he said.

  I pulled my hand away and left the bathroom.

  He stalked naked into his bedroom like the stud that he was. No shame. Just pure man, covered in tats, ready to fuck his Dove. I patted the bed next to me and he sat down.

  “Not right now,” I told him.

  “But why the hell not?”

  “There’s something important I need to talk to you about.”

  He waited quietly for me to finish.

  “It’s Dominic,” I said.

  He squinted his eyes and turned an empty palm up toward the ceiling.

  “What the fuck?” he asked. “That twerp finally leaves and I still have to worry about him? Let him go fuck Conan and Red Velvet over there. You know they only let him into the family so he’d cook their fuckin’ meals.”

  “Exactly,” I said. “Anybody who knew Dominic would know that he’s not a match for them.”

  “He’s not a match for anybody. He’s kinda weird. He just hangs around in the kitchen all the time.”

  “I saw something one night, a few weeks ago,” I told him. “I saw Gwenneth having a threesome with Roscoe and Violet.”

  “Violet…” Pike said, trying to remember who she was. “The cute black chick?”

  “Yes,” I agreed. “The cute black chick.”

  “And?”

  “And what? You don’t think that’s weird that Gwenneth and Roscoe are new here and just went through all that shit at their old community and she’s already diking it out with one of our women?”

  “Seemed innocent enough a minute ago. Still kinda does.”

  Pike smirked and I wanted to slap him. He wasn’t getting it. How could he not get it?

  “They’re fucking weird, Pike,” I said.

  “Because the chick likes dick and pussy?” Pike asked. “And her fellow likes two pussies at the same time? Hell, that’s a good percentage of what’s left of the world, babe. Hate to tell you, but beyond these walls, dudes are doing dudes and chicks are screwing chicks all the time. Shit, it happens here in the Dove too. You think some of these other women aren’t munching a little carpet.”

  “You’re a Neanderthal,” I said.

  “Me?” he asked. “I’m the only one here not bothered by it.”

  “Have you noticed that Dominic hasn’t left their house in four days? Four days, Pike. Everyone leaves every house within four days.”

  “Maybe he’s just getting great sex and they keep him loaded up with all kinds of cake recipes to try out or something. Jess, I’ve always kind of wanted to say this but I always thought he might be a little bit…”

  Pike scrunched up his mouth and looked toward the ceiling as if searching for the best words to say. When they didn’t fall from the painted popcorn above, he turned back to me and shrugged his shoulders.

  “…he seems a little bit gay alright? And by little bit I mean a lot.”

  “He’s not gay. I know that from experience.”

  “Ohhh!”

  Pike faked a gunshot to the chest and fell back onto the bed.

  “Four days,” I said again. “He’s been in there for four days.”

  “After seven I’ll go check into it,” Pike promised.

  “After seven days he could be a rotting corpse.”

  Pike laughed. “You’re so fucking paranoid!”

  Pike was my only hope at getting help. I knew everyone else would think the same thing he did. That Dominic was relaxing in his new home, having sex with his new wife, hanging out with his new best buddy, and cooking meals. But they were wrong. I just knew it. Dominic was in danger and I was the only one who gave a shit. I was the only one who could help him, and I would help him.

  I snuck around their house one more day, kind of a chicken shit to actually march in and do something. I mean what if I was wrong? What if I barged in there like a fucking police swat team and he was eating sushi, he’d just hand rolled, off of Gwenneth’s stomach? What if he was in there loving life? So there I sat on that porch again armed with a baseball bat. Guns weren’t all that easy to come by.

  It was late in the evening, maybe 8pm, when I heard the yell. It wasn’t the typical sexual moan or the sound of someone excited to get some great news. This sounded like someone in pain, and that was all the motivation I needed.

  I crossed the street quickly, hesitating for a moment before entering the house. I was afraid of what I might find on the other side. Turned out the door was locked but the window wasn’t. I slid it open gently and the house was dark. Pitch black except for the rectangular light coming through the door from the back bedroom.

  I was afraid. I imagined Roscoe in the other room torturing Dominic. Maybe while Gwenneth watched. I pushed aside my fears and moved forward. I was scared but figured they’d have to be stupid to do anything to me. If I didn’t come home people would definitely ask questions.

  The door opened much smoother than I expected. No squeak. No click. It swung on its hinges quietly. The light in the bedroom was dim but I could see clearly. There was no Roscoe with pliers in hand and no Gwenneth crouched down laughing. But what I saw was almost as wicked.

  Dominic lay on his back, his wrists and ankles tied to the bed, leaving him naked and spread eagle on the mattress. He was asleep. Or he’d passed out. I wasn’t sure. I walked closer to him and saw what looked like dry candle wax on his chest and stomach. His cock lay limp against his thigh and it looked like dry cum was on the tip and on the sheet.

  Was he being tortured? Or was he having the time of his life? And where were Gwenneth and Roscoe?

  I know how horrible this must sound, but seeing Dominic in such a vulnerable position kind of turned me on. A rush of arousal and jealousy swept over me. If this was being done by choice, Dominic had left me for trying to do the same thing and had raced into Gwenneth’s family.

  I sat down on the bed next to him and put a hand on his thigh. He didn’t budge. Deep breaths vibrated his bottom lip. He was out cold.

  As I sat with Dominic, I barely noticed the door opening to my left. Gwenneth stepped out of the bathroom with a hand raised, finger pointed at me, her words caught in her throat.

  She stood there in a pair of pink panties, nearly see through, and her thatch of trimmed dark hair visible beneath. Her beautiful tits looked red and blotched, as if Dominic had sucked the shit out of them recently. Again, I was jealous.

  “What are you doing here?” she asked.

  “Dominic,” I said.

  “My husband you mean?”

  She stepped closer to me.

  “Don’t worry, sweetie,” she said. “He’s in good hands.”

  I stood from the bed and stepped closer to her. Where the fuck was Roscoe? Was he in the bathroom too?

  “Where’s Roscoe?” I asked.

  “At the bar. Why?”

  He was at the bar? That meant Dominic and Gwenneth were spending time alone together.

  “What are you doing to Dominic?” I asked.

  She laughed.

  “Doing to Dominic? You should be asking what he did to me. Look at this.”

  She turned and revealed a long scratch down her back. It was tender, blood red.

  “He’s a fucking wild one,” she said. “I don’t know what you showed him at your house but he’s been asking to be tied up and slapped and whipped…you must be a freak.”

  She stepped closer to me and reached out with her hand, touching me gently on my face. I wanted to jump back, away from her, but at the same time I didn’t. She was
naked and sexy as hell and…and…and my pussy was getting wet. Why was I getting wet?

  “Dominic should have never left you,” she said.

  “He left me,” I repeated, feeling like I was in some sort of trance.

  She brushed my cheek with her knuckles and circled her left nipple with her other hand. It was hard and ripe.

  “Unh,” Dominic moaned from the bed.

  I looked over at him and saw that he was awake, but something wasn’t right. He couldn’t raise his head and his eyes were rolled back.

  “Dominic?” I said.

  He tried to speak.

  “Unne…” he said.

  “What’s wrong with him?” I asked.

  “He’s drunk as fuck,” she said. “He’s become quite the guzzler ever since Roscoe bet him he could drink him under the table.”

  He didn’t look drunk. He looked drugged. He was trying to say something but I couldn’t make it out.

  “Dom, what is it?” I asked.

  “He’s saying he wants to come again,” Gwenneth said as she sat down on the bed next to him, leaned over, and took his soft cock between her lips, pursing them and squeezing him tight. “Mmm…sweet.”

  I couldn’t speak. She was sucking his dick right in front of me.

  “And he comes so fucking hard,” she said, flashing me a wicked grin. “I should have a daughter in no time.”

  Dominic moaned and his dick hardened a bit as she stroked him and sucked him off. She put one hand into her panties and fingered herself all while grinning at me, grinning even with her mouth full.

  That grin. That fucking grin. Anger flashed through me and suddenly my fist was raised. I swung and slammed my knuckles against the left side of her face. Dominic cried out as her teeth clamped onto him. She scraped him as he fell from her mouth.

  “Bitch!” I yelled.

  I swung my left fist hard but she moved out of the way and I just grazed her tit. She howled and leapt at me, grabbing hold of my shirt with her left hand and clamping her right down on my pussy, digging her fingers in right where the holes of my pussy and my ass were located.

  It hurt like hell.

  We twisted as we sailed across the room. Glass shattered as my back slammed into a wall mirror. Her hand squeezed my cunt as she pinned my arm against the destroyed frame.

  She breathed heavy in my ear.

  “Stop fighting,” she said.

  She rubbed at my crotch, not squeezing anymore but massaging me. My mind was reeling and as I tried to recover, she suddenly reached up to my chest and ripped my shirt right down the middle. My bra saved my tits from spilling out.

  I grabbed her hair in my left hand and yanked her back, dropping her to the floor as I landed straddling her. I punched her in the face again, soiling my knuckles with the blood that seeped from her lip.

  She laughed and wiped it away with her free hand. Her other was massaging me harder.

  Fuck, that feels good.

  I hated her. I sat up high and brought my fist back, but she bucked her hips just in time and smashed her elbow into my jaw. The room blurred and I felt myself falling. I tried to catch myself but my hand hit the shards of glass and a burning sensation went through my palm.

  Then she was on top of me, hard, forceful, unbuttoning my pants. I slapped at her but I was dizzy and my hand did little to prevent her from taking advantage of me. Her hand was in my pants and past my underwear. The other fumbled with my bra and suddenly I felt free, the freedom only the release of a bra can provide.

  Her fingers ran through my hair, finding my clit, and moving past it. A cold bare hand touched me and then her fingers were inside me. Two maybe three. I couldn’t tell.

  “Bitch!” I yelled again.

  “Eat me,” she said.

  Her damp panties were suddenly on my mouth. She was sixty-nining me. I reached for her thigh, trying to pull her away, but my hand was slick and it burned so bad. I knew the wetness had to be blood.

  She sat her wet panties down on my mouth and pushed against my face. I couldn’t breathe.

  She yanked my pants down to my thighs and then I felt her. Her mouth. Her lips. Her tongue. She gripped my ass in one hand, planting her fingernails against my puckered hole, holding me steady. And her face dipped into my pussy.

  What I remember most was the sound, like she was digging in. She was so fucking wild. She knew no shame. Her tongue swirled around my clit, separated my folds, and fucked me. While the men in my life eventually got where they needed to go, this bitch knew exactly what needed to be touched, stroked, and licked.

  Her pussy was against my mouth but I couldn’t move. Yes, I know, I should’ve bitten her. And I did. I wanted to bite her hard, to make her pay for what she’d done to Dominic, whatever she’d done to him. I wanted to make her pay for what she was doing to me, but I couldn’t. My mouth opened to bite down but then ended in a sigh and a moan. It felt so fucking good. I reached up with my good hand, pulled her panties to the side, and bit into her swollen mound.

  I expected her to howl and jump off me but the opposite happened. She moaned and shook her head wildly, torturing my pussy with the expert strokes of her tongue. She was painting every inch of me, inside and out, with her saliva. I couldn’t help but love it.

  “Oh fuck!” I heard escape from my lips.

  “Yeah, bitch,” Gwenneth said.

  Bitch? Oh hell no!

  I swung my hand out hard, hitting her ribs with my forearm, knocking her off me. I spun around so we were face to face and tried to climb on top of her to punch her again, but my pants were at my ankles and my hand was covered in blood. When I pushed down on her stomach for leverage, I slipped and landed bare chest to bare chest with her.

  And she kissed me.

  “No,” I said from within her lips.

  But then I was kissing her back. It felt so good. So different. So soft and eager at the same time. I guess she reached down to pull off her panties because suddenly I had one leg between hers and she had one between mine. I felt her pubic hair right above my knee and she’d already begun grinding my pussy with her leg.

  It was so fucking sensual. All that hatred and disgust had somehow turned to lust.

  “You like this, baby?” she asked.

  “No,” I lied. “Get off me.”

  “You’re on me,” she reminded me.

  Her tongue forced me to stop the argument and her leg made me forget there ever was one. She was fucking me with her knee. And then I was the aggressor. I turned around one more time, opened her thighs, and I plunged into her hot, delicious pussy.

  I never did and I still don’t consider myself a lesbian. I’ve never been with a woman since, but right then, all I wanted was to pull her wet snatch into my mouth. I flicked her clit with my tongue while I shoved two fingers inside her.

  I slammed my pussy down onto her face. I wanted her to eat me, to fuck me with her tongue like before. I grinded against her hard, shoving my clit over her nose and down to her chin. She was going to fuck me whether she wanted to or not.

  I was so fucking horny and my pussy was so swollen. I was dripping onto her mouth and she was lapping me up.

  “I’m gonna fucking come!” she yelled.

  I shoved another finger in, lifted my pussy, and crashed down on her face. She gasped and I know her head hit the floor hard. I did it again.

  “Yes!” she yelled.

  I felt it too. The heat rose through my body like never before. My insides were burning up but freezing at the same time. My legs started to shake.

  I lifted and slammed into her again.

  “That hurts,” she said.

  “Bitch!” I yelled, anger flashing through me as my legs trembled.

  I was going to come on this bitch’s face. I slapped her leg hard. I punched it. The tremors rocked through my body and I nearly rolled off her. I hit her again.

  “Holy fuck!” I yelled.

  “Come for me!” Gwenneth yelled.

  “Unh!” I heard D
ominic struggling to talk from the bed.

  “I’m coming,” I yelled.

  “I’m coming,” she replied.

  I relaxed onto her face and enjoyed the lashing of her tongue as I poured into her mouth. From below, her pussy started to leak, wetness running out, spilling from her, and I licked it up.