The Trouble with Virgins (Daughters of Venus 2)

Kent hunched over a little, really getting into it, and his two-finger ring turned into a full fist thrusting up and down his dick.

“Like this?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said. “Just like that.”

“Oh shit,” he whispered as he fell to his knees and kept jerking himself.

His chest and arm flexed as he lifted up and pointed his cock in my direction. He looked like he was on the verge of letting loose.

“Don’t you dare come,” I warned him. “You’re not allowed to come until I tell you.”

“O

h shit,” he said. “Are you kidding me? I’m close.”

“Let go of yourself then.”

He did as he was told.

“Good, you’re on your knees already. I want you to drop down on all fours.”

He stared at me quizzically. When he realized I was serious he fell forward and caught himself in a push-up position but on his knees. I couldn’t see his cock and that didn’t please me.

“Turn to the right,” I said.

He did. And there it was at a nice, 45-degree angle. He was hard and angled just right. I imagined I was bent over in front of him, my pussy up in the air, and that cock aimed right at it and ready to bury itself inside me. Fuck, I was horny.

“Come to me,” I ordered.

He started to stand up.

“No, crawl to me on all fours.”

As he slowly made his way over to me, I lifted my leg over the bed post and scooted over until I was right around the center of the bed. I hiked my dress up so he had full, uninterrupted view of my white panties.

He reached the foot of the bed and stared directly at the wet spot between my legs. He seemed fascinated by it. He reached down with his right hand and stroked himself again.

“My face is up here,” I said.

He raised his eyes and the hungry look in them told me I had him where I wanted.

“You like me?” I asked.

“I love you. You know that,” he replied.

“Then eat my pussy, baby,” I told him.

“Huh?” he asked.

I reached down between my legs and pulled my panties to the side, showing him all of me. His eyes went wide as I pointed at my clit and tapped a finger against it. The feeling of my own finger touching me made my legs twitch. I was so ready for him.

“Right here,” I said. “Lick my pussy and keep fucking yourself with your hand.”

And his mouth was on me. This was our first time going this far. We’d made out a lot and he’d fingered me a few times but this was our first journey into oral sex.

I’d heard the girls at the club talk a lot about oral sex. These were the single girls who’d never taken fellows, the ones who enjoyed sleeping with all the single men instead of being tied down. One had even given me tips and pointers once when she was drunk.

Now that Kent’s face was diving into me, the thought of it sent electricity through my limbs. I twitched and he laughed. We both lacked experience so I wasn’t sure if Kent was any good. But it sure felt like it.