The rest of the night is a bit of a blur. I found my clothes by candlelight and got dressed. Mud took me out for breakfast, pancakes and coffee, and then we parted ways.
Since that night, I haven’t seen any of my online friends in person again. We’ve gone back to being chat buddies and nobody has really mentioned that night. It’s been hinted at but nobody has spilled any of the juicy details.
Tonight, as I sit at the computer, reliving that insanely perfect night with Mud and the others, I’m eyeing Vinny on the desk and imagining I’ll make use of him before the night’s over.
The erotica group is oddly quiet tonight.
BabyJane40: “Hey lovers. Anyone have any special plans for the night?
The room is silent. Apparently everyone is out doing a lot more than me.
FieryFerrah: “I was thinkin’ of getting a hotel room for the night, a dark one, if anyone’s interested?”
MudStudly: “Well I don’t really have any plans.”
BabyJane40: “Then I’ll be there.”
AveryBlueEyes: “You guys talking about actually meeting for real?”
FieryFerrah: “Maybe. You interested?”
RachelLoves3sums: “I am. When and where?”
Yes, two more people to add to the mix. This one is going to be fun. And this time I think I’ll bring Vinnie along. The girls oughtta get a kick out of him.
The End.
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Intro – The Dove
Daughters of Venus. The Chosen. The Sacred.
Why did things happen the way they did?
Man and woman were meant to live together in love, understanding, and sexual bliss. To have and to hold through sickness and health…till death do them part.
And with death did they part.
Life changed.
Maybe it was payback for man holding woman down and forcing her to be the submissive partner to his greedy appetites. Always considered the head of the household, man often took multiple women outside of wedlock. Life continued at this sickening pace.
Until woman would have no more of it. And so began the struggle for power. Woman wanted to become global business executives and world leaders and more. Man was no longer relied on to bring bread to the table.
As couples grew older and grew apart, new life didn’t start as it once did.
Why is still uncertain. Something in the water or in the air or in the food preservatives perhaps changed everything. Future conceptions resulted in an incredibly high amount infant sons and an oddly low amount of daughters. Woman was becoming extinct and only born to a blessed few.
These rarities, these special few females were in great danger as man’s desires overcame him, turning some into savages trying to take what didn’t belong to them. While some protected the ladies, others hunted them the way man stalks prey. A man with a woman on his arm was considered a champion as the dwindling female numbers made them nearly an extinct breed.
One specific group of women hunters, the Venenum as they came to be known would chase, rape, and often enslave any woman they came across. To them, the woman was seen as evil temptation.
Then there was the group of men that seemed to truly understand what was going on. God was finally holding the feminine form on a pedestal. We’d proven ourselves where men had failed. We were to be loved, cherished, and coveted as the beautiful and sexual beings we are.
Man was being punished with a vaginal drought.
Our sex was finally seen as treasure. Our bodies temples. Our love a gift.
Those of us who survived the Venenum collected as many of the loyal men we could find and moved to a mountain retreat we called The Dove.
Here in our makeshift paradise, women reign supreme and can take multiple husbands. The men, renamed as Fellows, serve only one purpose: to care for and please their Daughter of Venus, their personal dove, from all outsiders, especially the Venenum.
This is our story.
Lauren’s Semi-Normal Life
My eyes fluttered open to the sound of a hummingbird nipping at the feeder outside the window. Birds chirping, neighbors up bright and early getting a head start on the day, and a crisp mountain breeze blowing through the window. Bentley’s arm, heavy and muscular draped over my midsection. What an incredible way to greet the morning.
Bentley’s shaved head, the dark shadow of stubble threatening to grow back, was something I’d always found incredibly sexy. As he slept, he blew out through a tiny hole at the center of his lips and they shook gently, rumbling, reminding me of how they’d felt the night before doing something so similar between my legs.
I rubbed my thighs together at the thought, feeling a little bit aroused. I lifted the bed sheet to peek at Bentley’s naked body, just lying there beneath the Egyptian cotton spread. His flaccid member lay limply to the side. I considered flipping around upside down and surprising him by taking him in my mouth.
Wouldn’t that be a shocking wakeup call?
I liked the idea but I knew I’d be breaking our family rule. It was a rule I’d established to help keep the boys in line. Still, seeing him there, soft and in need of attention was too tempting. Besides, what was the point of being The Dove, the head of the family, if I couldn’t indulge in a little early morning hanky panky?
What would Venus do?
I quietly tucked my legs up under me and turned, putting my feet on my pillow as I crept under the sheet. I was face to face with it, staring at his smooth, draped over cock. I loved the thing, an extension of the man I adored sleeping right there next to me. If I had to pick a “main fellow” Bentley would probably be it. I gently ran my fingers over his balls, and his cock moved. It stirred. It wanted me as much as I wanted it.
And I was wet, something I never had a problem with. Having a variety of men at your disposal will keep you always in the game.
As I threatened to drip on the sheet, I took his balls in my hand again and lightly massaged them, running my fingers through his curly brown hair. He jerked, his feet nearly kicking me in the head.
He was up, in more ways than one.
“What the…” I heard from up near our pillows. “Oh…ha…well…good morning to you too.”
And then, like the man he always is, Bentley dipped his head down a bit, pried my legs apart, and kissed my clit. Just a peck at first, to greet me like the morning sun.
I grabbed his cock, which had begun to stiffen at a rapid pace, and held it in my grip. I put my mouth within an inch of it and was about to put my lips over the head when Bentley sipped from my wet pussy, a gesture I loved. Something about the thought of him drinking from me made me even wetter. And when Bentley devoured me, he liked to lap it up.
Damn he is good. I definitely didn’t make a mistake in marrying this one.
My head crashed against the mattress as Bentley dove in, planting his mouth against my swollen pussy and burying his tongue inside.
He rolled me over, so that I was sitting on his face. And as I looked down at his throbbing cock, I knew that I couldn’t touch it. It was against MY rules. This wasn’t his day.
He’d had me yesterday. Several times.
I sat up and let him stuff himself with my juices. I rested my hands against his thighs and pushed down against him, silently begging for him to make me come. The stubble of his c
hin pressed against my clit and nearly set me off. I was close already.
Eat my pussy, baby. Yes, do what you do best. Oh fuck.
It felt so good. He swirled his tongue around, softly, but quickly, knowing full well that time was of the essence.
“Ahhh, yes,” I cried out louder than I’d wanted to as I sat up and then slammed my open palms against his thighs, making a loud smacking sound.
“Lauren, mi amor, you alright?” came the familiar sound of Alejandro, or Ale’ as I’d nicknamed him, my Costa Rican stud.
I looked up at the doorway and saw him standing in it, in just a pair of boxers, his muscular chest covered in thick black hair. He’d covered his eyes and was rubbing at his temples.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
As he backed out of the room I knew he was upset. He didn’t like seeing me with another man. None of them did even though they each knew what happened on days that weren’t their own. It was all in pursuit of a daughter. The golden chalice.
I wanted to let the guilt sink in for some reason, as I cared for each of my men immensely, but Bentley’s tongue circled my pussy lips and plunged inside me again and I couldn’t concentrate. I closed my eyes and grunted, feeling like I was about to let loose on his face.
Mmmm hmmm!
“I wanna be inside you,” Bentley said in a muffled voice.
I wanted that too but I couldn’t.
“We can’t babe. You know the rules. You can play in the morning but no penetration. Connor would freak again.”
Bentley turned his head, taking a break.
“He’s a good kid but he’s very jealous.”
I wasn’t going to let him wiggle his way out of this one. He needed to finish what he’d started. I leaned to the right, finding his face and putting it back where it belonged.
“And you’re not?” I asked.
He chuckled and the vibrations in his mouth felt great against my swollen pussy. As I arched my back and dug in, I thought about what it would be like if Ale’ suddenly came back in and joined us. That never ended well. My men were way too jealous and too egotistical. They would turn me into their personal conquests, their trophy to be won, which was always fucking incredible during the experience…but you’ve never suffered soreness and muscle fatigue like the day after you’ve taken a pounding from three rock hard men.
I know, woe is me.
Bentley drove his tongue into me and used his thumb to tease my clit. He licked and rubbed, licked and rubbed until I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed his forehead and squeezed it as the convulsions rocked my body. I was coming and I could feel it draining out of me with each twitch of my legs. And Bentley drank me up.
And that’s how my semi-normal day began.
If you’re thinking I’m some poor damsel who’s been forced into a strange lifestyle with these guys, you couldn’t be more wrong. If anything, they’re the ones adjusting to this odd existence. My name’s Lauren, and I’m one of the Original Seven, the leaders of the Daughters of Venus religious sect, Boulder, Colorado division.
In our world, women reign supreme. Most of us were Christians at some time and some of us do still crack open a Bible for spiritual guidance, but our everyday lives, our driving force, is the love, compassion, and overall worship of the female form. In the Dove, women make the decisions and men are happy to be in our presence.
Let’s stop the sneak peek there. Just know that Lauren is a woman with real wants and needs and she has three rule-abiding husbands all waiting for their special day.
Keep your eyes open for Daughters of Venus: The Trouble with Three Husbands by Chris Genovese.
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