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 h
er 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.
“Well, maybe later.” Nodding down the hall, Laci smiled. “Right now I’m going to watch a baby goat get ripped apart by a school of barracuda! Want to join me?”
“Oh! Cool!” However, Paige suddenly looked troubled. “But doesn’t that hurt the baby goat?”
Hmmm. Laci hadn’t thought about that. “Well, maybe a little.”
“That’s weird!” Evelyn declared, planting her hands on slim, shapely hips. “I didn’t even know barracuda went to school!”
“Yeah!” Laci mindlessly agreed. “They do!”
“Well, maybe another time.” Giggling, Paige grabbed Evelyn’s hand, pulling her into a nearby room. “Bye Laci!”
“Bye guys!” Giving a wiggle-fingered wave, Laci watched the door close on her two newfound friends.
Barracuda Bonanza was better than good, with not one, but two baby goats and their illiterate, teenage herder boy dying in the infested lake.
First one tiny goat slipped and fell from the high, dirt bank, quickly getting ripped apart in the water below. Running over, the herder boy just stood and watched, jabbering away in some foreign language. (Living in another country wasn’t an excuse not to speak English, Laci decided.) It was almost like he couldn’t figure out what was going on. Clearly, this moron wasn’t going to win any IQ contests.
“Throw a rope!” Laci yelled, pointing at the television. “Call an exterminator! Do something!”
But it wasn’t to be. Upon seeing a bloody, gnawed baby goat leg soar high into the air, then crash down into a mass of leaping barracuda, he finally decided his wayward charge was a lost cause. With just the right mixture of regret and determination, the boy slowly turned about.
Unfortunately, this was the precise moment another baby goat, thinking it was play time, charged at his back. Still standing by the edge of the low cliff, the third-world idiot was hit right in the crotch by the maniacal little billy. In super slow-motion, both went tumbling into the frothy waters below. The result was spectacular.
But as the credits rolled over the sad little funeral in the crappy village, with everyone fighting over the dead boy’s few shitty things, Laci began to wonder.
Girls kissing girls? Now that might be something she’d have to check out.
* * *
By the following weekend, Laci had carefully settled on the first one of her classmates for experimentation.
Eve was a pretty girl from some town outside Boston. A slender brunette with dainty glasses, she liked to dress in the Catholic style, with white shirts, high knee socks, and very short skirts. When bouncing in and out of the dorm, Eve ran up the flight of steps from the lower door to the first floor with an easy grace, smiling at everyone as she passed.
Had Eve’s smile lingered a bit longer on Laci herself once or twice? Laci wasn’t sure. But she intended to find out.
That Sunday morning, Laci intently studied the other girl in church. Sitting a few rows up and a bit over, Eve idly ran a left hand back through her hair on occasion, shifting around in her pew between two other girls. When the droning finally ended and they were all leaving, a nice boy came over and tried to talk to Eve. After a minute she nearly ran off, blushing furiously.
That was interesting. Laci was still a virgin, and she was fairly certain Eve was too. Until she gained more experience herself, that would make things easier this first time around.
Throughout that afternoon, a ball of anticipation formed in Laci’s stomach. On Sunday night, all the girls were supposed to be in the dorms, studying. If they wanted to study together, that was all right, as long as they were “quiet and respectful.”
Oh, Laci intended to be very respectful. As to how quiet would they be? Well, that remained to be seen.
Thus, the young blonde found herself at Eve’s door that evening at 8:15. She’d made herself wait until after eight o’clock, so Eve would have some time to get some actual studying done first. After all, what good would it do to give a girl her first orgasm and then have her flunk out of school? And then be stuck at home, all aroused, with her overbearing, frigid mother? That wouldn’t be good at all.
But would she be successful in satisfying Eve? After all, every porno she’d watched at home was girl-on-guy. Mom never, ever tolerated girl-on-girl, saying it might give Laci “ideas.” Apparently, witnessing a bunch of freakishly endowed men fuck a bunch of pathetic young women silly was completely devoid of “ideas.” Mom wasn’t always very consistent about these things.
In any event, while Laci had a pretty clear idea of the functionality between male and female, she had very little idea how much of that applied to an encounter with a sweet young girl like Eve. She was sure it was different. Just how different remained to be seen.
Well, there was only one way to find out. Giggling with anticipation, Laci gently knocked on Eve’s door, right underneath a beautiful poster of a young, innocent unicorn.
“Come in!” Eve called out. “It’s open!”
I’ll bet it is, Laci thought to herself, pushing through the portal and into Eve’s private sanctum.
The brunette was curled up near the head of her bed, in tiny shorts and a light shirt, reading. Still with her cute glasses on, Eve’s hair was pulled back in a neat pony tail.
“Hi. I’m Laci.” Letting the door close, she awkwardly stood in the middle of the room. “I thought you might like some company.”
“Sure!” Eve exclaimed, looking Laci up and down. “I love your skirt!”
Indeed, Laci had worn a tight, leather skirt, sheer stockings, and a low-cut white blouse. It had seemed a good outfit for seduction, though a little strange for the dorms on a Sunday night. At the last minute she’d ditched the high heels for more conservative shoes.
“Thanks!” Sitting down beside her, on the edge of the bed, Laci smiled. “I just wanted to introduce myself. I don’t think we’ve ever formally met.”
“Oh, I’m so glad you’re here!” Shifting closer, Eve smiled. “I’ve noticed you around a lot.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed you too.” Pausing, Laci just looked at the other girl. She didn’t quite know where to go from here.
But Eve did, deliberately removing her glasses. Then, slowly leaning in, the precocious brunette gently brushed her lips against Laci’s, a hand lightly grabbing her arm.
They kissed for a while, stroking one another’s arms and hair. Eve’s mouth and tongue were amazing! Vibrant and soft, yet full of wonder and
urgency. Laci soon slipped off her own skirt, then purposefully pulled Eve’s shirt up and off.
At this, the other girl looked vaguely uncertain, folding her arms and frowning down at Laci’s largely naked legs. “Um, I’m not sure how far we should go. I mean...”
“Don’t worry.” Taking Eve’s face her in hands, Laci looked deeply into her suddenly worried eyes. “I know you’re a virgin, and that’s okay.”
Relaxing slightly, Eve let her arms drop down. “Yeah, I was worried about that.”
“I’m not going to, uh, change you in any way.” Kissing her once more, Laci looked down at her pert, perfectly shaped young breasts, then back up into her anxious face. “But I do want you to begin experiencing things, with me. Is that okay?”
“Yes.” Her eyes going wide, Eve nodded. “Thank you.”
Smiling in acknowledgment, Laci kissed her once more, gently probing the coed’s mouth yet again.
A few minutes later Eve was completely naked, Laci only in her panties. Putting the other girl flat on her back on the bed, Laci then laid down on the brunette’s left side, facing her. First kissing her lips and neck, the young blonde then grazed Eve’s nearest nipple with her tongue. As she gasped in surprise, Laci slid a hand down Eve’s stomach to rest lightly on her most private, sensitive region.
Eyes going comically wide, Eve began quivering. “No. Mommy says...”
“Your mother isn’t here,” Laci whispered, turning to look up into Eve’s stunned face. Already, she was mastering the technique of letting her own hair lightly tickle the other girl’s skin between moments of active stimulation. “You’re not home anymore. This is what you need.”
“Yes, but...”
“Just relax,” Laci urged, now shifting over to lick the girl’s other nipple, delicate fingers caressing her left breast.
With a groan, Eve began shaking even more. Slipping a finger gently inside the young brunette’s hips, Laci continued using her tongue all over her face, throat, and breasts. In a moment the virgin girl had completely lost herself, her highly-sensualized body responding instantly to every nuance of Laci’s touch.
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