Her Delta of Venus: Part One

     Meg and Kristina are partners in crime. They’re crime of being whores in their double lives made them sinners. Sinning comes easy to these zesty ladies. 

     Meg has a life at home with her family, who believes she’s out on a girls night. Kristina has her man whose away on business. Both rendezvous whenever their significant others either leave town, or are left home snug in bed. 

     Out in the city on a Friday night, on these little, secret rendezvous, the two partners in crime bar hop and look for the perfect man they’re going to double up on. 

     The tires screeched as they zipped into the parking lot of a bar called Mingles, popular for singles looking. Looking for fun, not love. 

     The rain came down all over them as the car idled, and a flash from within, of a lighter’s flame, and two cherried cigarettes now visible through the fogged windshield. Two windows opened and through which billows out two plumes of thick smoke.

     Then a open hand extends out, catching the bullets of rain as a soft voice could be heard, “I wonder if my hand’s as wet as my pussy now.” Sultry laughter followed. 

     The other replied, “go on, your first tonight! It’s your right!” 

     The red cherry of one cigarette flew out one window into a puddle. Next that door creaked open, and out stepped Meg. Her foot submerging into a deep puddle. 

     “Shit!” Roared Meg. 

     That sultriness was lost in the moment, instead Kristina pierced the air with her mocking laughter. Meg glared back and slammed the door shut. 

     As Meg was walking to the entrance of the bar, Kristina rolled the window down and called out, “Meg!” 

     “What bitch?” answered Meg.

     “We raw doggy tonight with our prince charming?” Kristina smiled.

     Meg nodded, then turned back to the entrance and disappeared inside, where the light pulsated from within.

     The car idled on. The rain was torrential and battered the roof of the car. To the sound of it all, Kristina sucked harder on her cigarette, reminding her of all the blowjobs she had given while kneeling beside Meg. “Play hard, suck hard!” Kristina would say as her and Meg will take turns power sucking any lucky man’s long shaft. 

     Kristina sucked the last life out of her cigarette and flicked it out the window. “Hope I’m not just sucking on cigs tonight while out with my best girl,” she said aloud as she tried to see Meg inside. 

     “Fuck it!” Kristina raised her voice. 

     Stepping out into the downpour, she made her way quickly inside Mingles…

     Her face dripping as if she just had multiple rounds of hot, sweaty sex, Kristina’s eyes perused the crowd, searching for her best girl and hopefully with their new fuck. “Where are you girl?” 

     There Meg was, sitting at the bar beside a man in a white hoodie with sleeves rolled up, bringing out his tanned skin. She couldn’t see their faces as their backs were turned to her, so Kristina pussyfooted towards them. Taking a seat at an unoccupied table next to the bar, she was right behind them and could overhear their conversation.  

      “The more I drink, the more I imagine the bottleneck of my beer, as I grasp it harder, to be a cock I’m lifting up to my mouth,” Meg said softly to the man. Who chuckled while turning his head to her. As they kept eye contact, Kristina noticed, Meg began stroking the neck of her beer. Then gracefully grasping it, lifting it to her lips. 

     The man watching her then had a request, “I’d like you to show me how wild you are with your tongue.” The man smiled and so did Meg, who still had the bottle at her lips. “Like you said, that bottleneck is my cock, and where your sipping is my cum hole, which tastes much better and thicker than beer.”

     Kristina watched her best girl as Meg began to give soft, quick brushes with the tip of her tongue on the glass. Then she said to him, “watch this, this is how I swallow.” Meg lifted the bottle back to her lips and chugged the rest of her beer.   

     Kristina was amused when she heard the man say in an awestruck way, “that was so sexy, show me something else.”

     Meg appeared visibly shy all of a sudden as she responded, “well, I can’t keep doing it out here in the open. In private, I can do much more than tease the fuck out of you.” Meg winked as she again wrapped her hand around the bottneck. Staring back at the man with lust in her eyes. 

     The man pivoted around, his eyes darting to the door to the restrooms by the pool tables. The man turned back to Meg and said, “the door to the restrooms in two minutes, yeah?” 

     Kristina knew that was sure folly and was ready to step in before Meg spoke up, “Nope! Our car, with my girlfriend sitting behind you.” 

     The man’s eyes found Kristina’s and she licked her lips at him.

     “Come on!” Meg said excitedly, tugging his hoodie.

     Stepping outside, the three found a lull in the rain and briskly made their way to the car when Meg turned to Kristina and asked, “you or me in the back with him first?” 

     “Like I said, yours is the right tonight girl.”

     Meg then giggled and opened the back door, going inside, the man behind her. Kristina lit another cigarette and got into the driver’s seat. “Peering into the rear view mirror, Kristina’s eyes connected with his, saying, “what the hell’s your name anyway?”

     “Daniel.” 

     “Well, Daniel. That’s my best girl there. Hurt her and I’ll cut you dick off. Then she’ll kick your bleeding ass.”

     “Got it.”

     Meg reached over to Daniel’s thigh, and ran her fingertips up and down. Wearing a skirt, her other hand hiked it up. Then she guided his hand with hers up deep into her skirt. 

     “We’re gonna make this car smell like wet pussy, Danny boy,” Meg whispered into his ear before she began sucking on his earlobe, and brushing his ear with her tongue. 

     “Your getting me so fuckin’ horny, it hurts to keep it in my jeans.”

     Giggling, she responded, “well let’s relieve the pressure then.” 

     Meg lifted up Daniel’s hoodie until he took it off. Now bare chested, Meg ran her fingernails around his abs and chest. Then down to his belt buckle, Meg leaned her head in and undid it with her teeth. The leather belt in her mouth, was pulled off Daniel. 

     Meanwhile up Meg’s skirt, the weather was already hot and wet. Daniel’s fingers ran between her wet labias and became playful with her clit.

     Meanwhile Meg unzipped his jeans revealing his boxers. 

     “I love to tease! Make you think you’re going insane boy!” Meg said as she noticed the stiff bulge in Daniel’s boxers. 

     “I love being teased. The build up hightens the pleasure,” Daniel said while three of his fingers entered Meg. 

     Meg began to breathe heavier as her head fell back like dead weight. Daniel’s fingers slid in and out and Meg let out a long gasp. Her legs began to tremor as she began begging, “harder, faster and deeper Danny boy!”

     Daniel pushed his fingers deeper inside Meg’s pussy as she moaned louder while petting the bulge in his boxers. Then his fingers slid out and Daniel held up his hand to see it glistening wet. 

     Meg told Daniel, “taste me.”

     He put his fingers into his mouth to taste Meg. To taste her pussy cream. 

     “Delicious.” 

     Meg opened her eyes to see Daniel tasting her. “I want your tongue to do what your fingers just did, only better.”

     Daniel nodded. He pulled her skirt all the way up revealing her fat clit. Daniel went down as he catched the aromas of pussy sweat, hightening his excitement. 

     In went his tongue. And around Meg’s clit. Slow movements at first, then using his lips, catching her labias and sucking on them. 

To be continued…