The Trouble with Virgins (Daughters of Venus 2)

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.