The Virgin (2 page)

It was the most incredible thing Laci had ever seen, either before or since. Screaming and yelling, shaking uncontrollably, Serpent firmly planted within her squirming hips, the girl came for about three minutes straight. Eyes alternately unfocused and wild, then squeezed tightly shut, the girl could only hold on for dear life, her breasts firmly held, legs spasming wildly.

The other videos Mom made her watch had their high points, but this one was extraordinary. So, while Mom looked away, crying and yelling, Laci slid forward on the couch, eagerly drinking in every nuance of the experience.

For here was what her mother would never understand. The Serpent, of course, was sent by the Devil, and was thus very bad. Yet the girl was extraordinarily pure and innocent. So, while being seemingly fucked out, the girl was actually able to convert the Serpent’s energy into something utterly amazing!

Clearly altering her very conception of reality, the gorgeous girl’s life would obviously never again be the same. Raised to a new level of consciousness, a plateau she didn’t even know existed, the young housewife was actually born anew, right there on her own counter top. It was nothing short of a miracle.

By Laci’s count, the girl climaxed five separate times, one flowing smoothly into the next. The initial outburst lasted a good thirty seconds, which led into a short recharge session, then another full-blown explosion. During all this, the repairman was smart enough to merely hold position, the throbbing Serpent held rigidly in place. At a few key moments he rocked back and forth just a touch, or gently slid a finger over her luscious, trembling nipples, expertly keeping the momentum alive. If he was that good at actually repairing things, no one’s appliances would ever break again.

When things finally calmed down, the girl could only let her head loll off the other side of the counter, quivering and gasping. Only now did the repairman slowly withdraw the Serpent, still erect and dangerous.

At this point, during an early showing of the film, Laci’s mom had cried out that the girl might have suffered some kind of massive stroke. Totally deadpan, Laci had replied that the girl had indeed suffered from a stroke. Hundreds of them, in fact, delivered by the Serpent.

Jokes, apparently, weren’t allowed. Laci had been sent to her room immediately.

But the Serpent wasn’t done. Almost tenderly grasping her hand, the repairman pulled the weakened, disoriented girl up into a sitting position on the counter. Immediately, her eyes focused on the lance still extending from his crotch.

“No!” Mom hissed, swatting the air futilely. “Put it away now!”

“You know he won’t.”

“She’s had enough!” Indignant on the housewife’s behalf, Mom grimly shook her head. “Is the Serpent never sated?”

Laci didn’t even bother to reply. Of course he wasn’t sated. He never was. That’s why he was the Serpent.

Lifting the blonde off the counter, the repairman put the shaking girl down on her feet, briefly holding her against him. Tenderly looking into her eyes, there was the merest hint of mercy, of finality, coupled with a mild form of grudging respect.

But it was only a moment, passing as soon as it fully coalesced. For obviously, the Serpent still had work to do.

Smiling, the repairman effortlessly grazed her nipple once more. Swaying wildly, she instantly lost what little bodily awareness was left to her. Dropping down to one knee, the blonde put a shaking hand on his hip for support, the Serpent right by her head.

“Don’t do it!” Mom yelled. “The Serpent is there...NO!”

Leaning down, he gently tipped her head up, blue eyes beautifully framed against her exquisite face. Then, holding that pose for just a moment, he confidently guided the Serpent’s massive, throbbing head right between her lips.

There’s nothing quite like the moment when a young woman, still somewhat inexperienced, has a man’s oversized cock invade her mouth. The eyes always go wide, almost comically trying to look at the monumental presence filling her. But the man, still with a light hand on the back of her head, pushed the Serpent fully up against the back of her throat. Still obviously confused from the massive series of orgasms experienced just moments before, she meekly accepted this new bodily intrusion.

Grunting, the repairman slid back and forth slightly. Possibly by instinct, or perhaps a desperate need to somehow mollify this engorged presence within her, the blonde’s tongue clearly began massaging the Serpent. Perhaps ten seconds later, he fully exploded.

Okay, there’s nothing like the moment a girl has a cock put in her mouth. Except, perhaps, when the man comes. Fully projecting his power within her, the Serpent obviously shot part of the load right down her throat. The rest filled her cheeks, then squirted out along the Serpent itself. Desperately trying to both contain the mess and continue breathing, she dutifully swallowed and licked, swallowed and licked, continuing to work over the Serpent’s massive head. Choking back several small coughs, she now put a shaky hand on the massive girth entering and partially exiting her beautiful face, stimulating and draining him to completion. It took about eight strokes in all, the man yelling uncontrollably all the while.

By now, Mom was curled up in a ball on the couch, crying uncontrollably. An arm flopped out, allowing a half-curled finger to point vaguely at the television.

“She’s drinking poison!” she wheezed, tears flowing down into the couch itself. “Make the Serpent stop! Good God, the poison!”

As if hearing Mom’s plea, the repairman was suddenly done. Crashing down onto the tile floor himself, still in his shirt, the Serpent had already partially receded. Pushing his back up against the stove, clearly exhausted, he put a protective hand over his own crotch, as if afraid his manly parts might have burst asunder.

For her part, the blonde just sat there on the floor, legs girlishly curled underneath her, blank, unfocused eyes staring about. Ever the lady, she somehow managed to scoop up her own panties off the floor, using the pretty pink fabric to gently wipe her mouth.

But, at the very least, it appeared the Serpent had finally been robbed of his power. Breathing heavily, one hand now over his eyes, the other remaining between his legs, the repairman seemed to almost fall into a trance. The entire panorama descended into an eerie quiet, save for the heavy breathing of them both.

They remained this way for fifteen minutes, simply recovering. The cameras kept rolling, capturing every second, each indescribable nuance, in real time.

The first time they’d watched, Laci had innocently thought the movie over. I mean, what was left? At most, the girl might now tell him it was finally time to repair the fucking refrigerator. But who cared about that? Picking up the remote, she’d aimed it at the television.

Snapping outward, however, her mother’s hand had knocked the remote aside. “Watch!” she’d hissed, pointing at the two fucked out people still on the kitchen floor.

But that was the first time. Now, Laci knew what was coming. The anticipation growing, mother and daughter now remained riveted by the screen.

And sure enough, the young “matron” finally rose up on still-shaking legs. Thoughtfully eyeing the seemingly sleeping repairman, she turned her back on him for just a second. Maybe she intended to clean up a bit, or just go sit on the couch? We’d never know.

For in a flash, the repairman was up and behind her, the Serpent once more fully aroused. Shoving the shocked girl forward, she was now pushed over the counter once more, this time her front pressed down onto the hard, cold tile. Bent over, gasping in shock, she was once more within his power.

One hand roughly grabbed the rich, lush hair on the back of her head, pushing the blonde’s face down. The other helped knock her legs apart once more, exposing her young, smooth hips to further penetration.

And when in this position, the Serpent didn’t hesitate. Striking quickly, with a deft, upward thrust, he once again possessed her completely. Crying out, she instinctively tried to rise, but his arm and upper body held her down. Trapped against the counter, she had little option but to submit.

This time it seemed more like a purposeful desecration. Obediently bent over, there was little resistance to the Serpent’s triumphant, chaotic fucking, her perfect ass cheeks slammed and reddened with each resounding contact. On her lower back, the pretty butterfly was fleetingly exposed, crushed, and knocked about time and again. In fact, the whole counter banged and shook with the force of each penetration, a metronome of sorts to complement her nearly continuous wail.

It only took a minute for her orgasm to burst forth again, this time at the same moment as his own, the girl’s cheek still pressed down into the tile. Screaming in both surprise and absolute rapture, both hands flailing helplessly to either side, she was the very embodiment of a young woman experiencing absolute sexual fulfillment.

For ten exhilarating seconds the Serpent relentlessly despoiled the naive housewife, shooting his dark essence deep inside her. Yet instantly converted to goodness and light, this raw power served only to fortify the girl’s very soul. Gasping and crying from her own intrinsic transformation, she finally lay still, the repairman collapsing fully along her back.

Now the camera angle suddenly shifted around to her front, on the counter level itself. The girl’s face filled most of the screen, her blonde hair tumbled forward, the repairman still on her back. Bestirring himself, we could only see his lips by her ear, his tone soft and taunting.

“Now you’re full,” he breathed. “Completely full.”

“She’s full!” Mom cried, tears cascading down both cheeks. “Good God, Laci, the Serpent has filled her!”

Full, Laci wordlessly repeated, staring into the girl’s dreamy blue eyes, her very essence quivering in undeniable ecstasy. Of course the Serpent had filled her, yet she had clearly benefitted far more than he ever could.

Right then and there, Laci realized the ultimate purpose in life. For without question, getting fucked by the Serpent, and drawing his being into your own, was the most exquisite experience ever to be had.

* * *

A short time after this last viewing of their favorite porn video, Laci “graduated” her mother’s home school and went off to a strict, all-female Catholic college.

This was quite the scene. Basically, the annual freshman class consisted of some fifty cloistered young women, finally released from the loving embrace of their traditional homes. Living on their own for the first time, in an ostensibly “closed” dorm, they all went quite nuts.

That first evening, leaving her private room for the floor lounge, Laci found two girls kissing in the hallway. One, a very proper looking brunette, was gently pressing her lips against those of a slim redhead, a dainty hand on her breast. Though both were fully clothed, the redhead soon idly slipped a hand underneath her friend’s absurdly short Catholic skirt. Nearly jumping out of her shoes, the brunette’s eyes instantly grew wide in surprised wonder. Suitably stimulated, the brunette now fervently pushed her friend back against the wall, tongue fully in the other girl’s mouth, moaning slightly.

The problem was, Laci really needed to get down to the lounge and the large-screen, communal television. It was almost time for Barracuda Bonanza on her favorite nature channel, and the promos had been teasing her all week with fleeting images of a baby goat in some shithole Brazilian village falling into a polluted lake and getting eaten alive. She really wanted to see that. Especially since she’d been imagining these big pythons slithering in and stealing big chunks of baby goat for themselves, each individual body part clearly sliding down the distended snake’s throat...

With an awkward clunk, the redhead’s heel came back against the wall, momentarily startling both of Laci’s bi-curious classmates. Awkwardly standing fifteen feet down from the two oblivious girls, she decided to seize her chance.

“Excuse me!” Laci politely called out, taking a step forward. “Can I slip by you guys?”

“Huh?” Fully pulling back from the giggling redhead, the brunette gave Laci a wicked smile. “Sure! Don’t let us stop you!”

“Oh. Okay.” Putting on a brave front, Laci then strode toward the two, trying to hug the other side of the hallway.

But immediately turning their attention back to one another, the girls seemed unaware of Laci’s growing proximity. Backing up at precisely the wrong moment, the brunette’s body slammed into Laci as she tried to squeeze past.

“Sorry!” the brunette laughed, now breaking the mad Sapphic embrace to turn and face Laci in the confined space. “We’re just having a good time, that’s all!”

“I can see that!” Laci eagerly replied. One couldn’t be a freshman college coed without being eager about absolutely everything, including pervy girls fingering one another in the hallway. “I’m Laci!”

“I’m Paige!” exclaimed the brunette

“And I’m Evelyn!” squealed the redhead. “Would you like to come make out with us?”

“Yeah!” Paige gingerly took Laci’s hand, tracing a light finger along her palm. “It’s so much fun! And without my psychotic mother around, telling me what to do every fucking minute of every day, I want to do it all!”

Kissing a girl? That sounded really strange. And anyway, Barracuda Bonanza started in two minutes, and she didn’t want to miss a thing. She could almost hear the goat’s screams of terror already, the water turning a murky red.