The Trouble with Virgins (Daughters of Venus 2)

“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!