Oddly enough, Grant now treated Laci very politely, yet there was no hint of the ultimate intimacy they’d just shared. Anyone walking in the room might think her Jennifer’s little sister, with Grant acting the very proper host and husband. There were no winks or long looks, his hands never wandering to Laci’s knee underneath the table. Indeed, the young politician was focused mainly on his beautiful, proud wife, who seemingly hung on his every word.
Almost feeling like a third wheel, Laci finally cracked open her fortune cookie. “You will soon experience many new things!” she read on the paper inside. Ain’t it the truth, she ruefully thought, running a hand back through her hair. Still, the fortune was a touch late, considering the fucking she’d just received on the living room floor by the husband of her mother’s favorite porn star. That was new, to say the least.
Unless there were even more new things to experience? Thoughtfully munching on her slightly stale cookie, Laci watched Grant and Jennifer across the table, lost in their own little world.
Jennifer and Laci had already showered together, the older woman carefully washing the coed’s body in what Laci suspected was the traditional post-deflowering ritual. Still, Laci enjoyed rubbing and licking Jennifer’s wonderful boobs. God, were they hot. She just couldn’t get enough of them. Yet it seemed different somehow, like the ache between her legs gave her more of a right to do it.
Still bleeding slightly when they began, the blood had stanched by the time they got out. Smiling, Laci watched the last little bit of red swirl down the drain, leaving the porcelain pure and white once more.
Laci felt different, kind of. Actually, it was all a lot to process. In fact, she’d thought to leave soon after the shower, going straight back to her dorm. And wouldn’t Jennifer want a little private time with her husband anyway? The last thing Laci wanted was for things to get awkward.
“No, my dear,” Jennifer had laughingly assured her, pressing the white robe into her hands. “We will all spend the weekend together. You must be stretched and finished. Am I the kind of woman to kick a girl out the moment she loses her hymen?” Then, leaning close, she’d whispered very softly in Laci’s ear, her tongue brushing her lobe. “What kind of porn star do you think I am, anyway?”
And the fact was, she did have a strange desire to remain very close to Grant, physically close, for the time being. Surely that was natural for a girl in her position, even after losing her virginity to a married man. She even began thinking about the Dragon again, and even feeling a little guilty that she hadn’t, um, finished things herself.
Then again, Jennifer was his wife. Maybe that was her prerogative? She wasn’t sure.
Before bed, Laci walked about, trying to feel the inner differences in her hips. Beyond the soreness, that is. She thought she could sense something, but wasn’t quite sure. Shrugging, she then joined Jennifer and Grant on their huge, king-sized mattress.
Jennifer was wearing a nightgown, yet she’d suggested Laci sleep completely naked. “That will make things easier for Grant,” she’d explained with a comforting nod an hour before.
And indeed it did. He fucked her twice more than night, long, intense sessions, putting the Dragon inside her with a disarming ease. The decorum of the situation was slightly alarming for the young coed. If a man took your virginity, did he just fuck you again whenever he wanted? Roll over and just casually put it in you on the slightest whim? In this case, it apparently did.
There was a lot of stretching involved, pressure and heat constantly applied to the inside of her hips. The entire lower half of her body, really. Idly, Laci remembered how a girl’s private parts always looked with a cock inside, in her mother’s videos, tightly stretched out and around. Is that how she now appeared? Probably.
Gently placing her arms around Grant’s shoulders, her face pressed hard into his chest, she knew he was being gentle. Yet he had a job to do, and he did it. In, out, in, out, push, stretch...on and on it went. Breathing hard, she did her best to conform to his movements, allowing him to put her in any position he wished. Wow, there were muscles in her hips and legs she never even knew existed before now! And Grant left them sore and raw, always pushing, always stretching.
When Grant lifted her legs high in the air, the vaginal canal was straighter and more open. But boy, was that a lot to handle! I mean, how deep could he go? Then after fucking her that way for a while, Grant would put the coed on her side, lift one leg high in the air (like she was doing a split on her side) and shove his cock hard and deep into her exposed opening. Now that was amazing! He could hold her breast as he moved back and forth, keeping her body in proper position with the other hand. Filling, shaping, stretching...Grant was simply doing what was his by right, converting the blushing virgin from the day before into a comfortable, proper sexual vessel.
Jennifer just watched, occasionally helping with positioning. She also liked to stare in at the Dragon itself, dominating Laci’s young hips, putting her hand lightly on her husband’s back as he worked Laci over.
The first time, Jennifer lovingly finished Grant with her mouth, taking his essence inside of her. The second time he urgently came all over his gorgeous wife, covering her boobs with the white liquid. Laci could only watch, gasping and shaking, recovering from the fullness and heat as best she could.
After the second time, Jennifer made out with her a little bit, keeping Laci’s nipples nice and hard.
“Tomorrow you will have an orgasm by my husband,” she whispered, breathing heavily by Laci’s throat. “And it will happen in the kitchen, where you first saw me lose control in that video.”
Nearly shaking with excitement, Laci somehow managed to drift off to sleep around three a.m.
* * *
In the morning, a Saturday, they all drifted off to do their own thing. Laci wound up in a spare room, on a nice comfy couch, reading a novel for class. Grant was off making calls to his campaign staff, while Jennifer busied herself online.
Then, after a brief lunch, they all retreated to their separate spheres again, barely exchanging a word. Laci actually showered by herself, enjoying the brief solitude. And her vagina definitely needed a little, uh, rest. Carefully drying and combing her hair, she again put on the white robe, then watched a chick flick in an upstairs bedroom.
It was a good movie, about a really nice guy who finally proposed to the girl he’d loved since high school. It took him ten years, though, and she only said yes after having dated every other loser in the world. It seemed like they would live happily ever after, which was good, she supposed. No, actually it was a little boring, Laci finally decided, twirling blonde hair between her fingers.
Reaching for the remote, she wondered if there were any animal attack programs on now. It was a weekend afternoon, and sometimes there were reruns. Or maybe she could catch an early church service? After all, if you watched one Saturday afternoon, or at least said you did, then on Sunday you could do other...
But then the door swung open, and Grant was standing there, in just a pair of underwear, his crotch greatly distended. Staring down at her, half sprawled on the bed, still just in her robe, he gave a slight guy smile. Sighing, she put down the remote, gingerly smiling back.
Picking her bodily up (boy, was he strong!), Grant carried the coed down to the kitchen, pulling the robe off her shoulders and letting it drop to the floor. Her own breasts, Laci idly noticed, were now larger and more sensitive. Maybe that was from being around Grant? She hoped so. Embracing him lightly, she kissed him on the cheek, then pulled down his own underpants.
The Dragon, huge and menacing, burst into full view. Taking a deep breath, Laci gently put her hand around the end, rubbing gently.
Ten seconds later she found herself pushed face first down across a low kitchen counter, Grant between her legs behind her. The marble felt hard and cool beneath her skin, the long, hard cock pressing up against her. Firmly grasping the far edge of the counter, Laci just put her face down, trying not to wince as the Dragon en
tered her exposed, submissive pussy. Of course, this was the position in which she’d seen Jennifer orgasm for the second time on the video.
For a few minutes Grant just reestablished control, holding her in place, widening her out yet again. Then it became more powerful, Grant confidently thrusting into her from behind, her body banging up against the kitchen island again and again, the passion building. I mean, the Dragon was going in so deep! And how much more could he possibly stretch her out? Ruefully remembering the immense length and girth of the biological weapon now pulsing in and out of her young body, she realized the boundaries had yet to be reached.
Of course, her ass was spread out and helpless, subject to his slightest whim. At one point he slid a hand down there, fingering her lightly, clearly thinking of further openings to explore. But it was just a passing thought, Grant once more fully focusing on his main task. Slowly exhaling, Laci just let herself fall into his rhythm once more.
But it wasn’t just mindless banging. Grant had a way of grabbing her hips at their most sensitive point, and then with suave, deft motions, confidently fucking her with just the right angle and force. Her head and neck were snapped forward again and again, her hips impossibly full and helpless. Pausing for a moment, he playfully pinched her hips, then lovingly ran a hand underneath her, lifting up her waist just so. The following three thrusts nearly blew Laci away, their force and precision rocking the girl’s body from end to end.
Moaning, she realized it was going to happen. Clenching her fists, the coed felt her eyes beginning to lose focus, the hard, intense defilement reaching the deepest levels of her soul.
Suddenly Jennifer was before her, squatted down to her level, staring in wonder into Laci’s eyes. As the fucking continued, penetrating and deep, Grant’s lower body slamming into Laci time and again, the two women almost seemed to share a connection. Gently taking Laci’s hand, the porn actress nodded encouragingly.
“Let it happen, my dear,” she breathed. “Come into the world.”
The pulsing energy having saturated her entire body, Laci began shaking uncontrollably.
“Oh, God!” she called out, both amazed and terrified. “Please, oh God. Yes!”
Grant timed it perfectly, waiting a split second as Laci reached the very edge. Then, with exquisite precision, he briskly rocked forward and back three times, ramming the Dragon home within the 18-year-old.
“Oh God,” Laci mumbled, her entire nervous system suddenly numb, then exploding completely. Shrieking, she held onto Jennifer’s hands, the Dragon seemingly detonating right inside of her.
This time, it was both the same as her first orgasm with Jennifer, but far more. Bursting forth from the deepest part of her hips, a pulse of pure energy rippled from one end of Laci to the other, overwhelming every neuron in a massive, pyrrhic release. Panicking, she screamed and cried, helplessly thrashing about. But the Dragon continued pulsing and pounding, exploding and searing. Impaled and helpless, Laci was reshaped by the massive Dragon, her body, mind, and soul fused and detonated, over and over, by its raw power.
After a while Laci was half-lifted off her feet, the Dragon shoving up and forward, letting her helplessly slide back upon it’s bulk. Now grasping her young hips in a viselike grip, Grant waited a moment, then rammed her entire body up and back five times in a hard, jackhammer motion, right down onto the Dragon itself. This triggered the second half of her orgasm. Moaning, sobbing, thrashing about for dear life, she felt as if her entire body would just burst apart. Pulsing waves of energy shot out from the union of her pussy and the Dragon in throbbing, insistent waves, gradually reducing in intensity over the course of several minutes.
“No! Stop!” she shrieked, helplessly feeling the Dragon rip into even deeper parts of both her body and being. “OH GOD!”
Gasping and crying, her legs shaking uncontrollably, Laci finally just laid there, across the counter, the immeasurable bulk of the Dragon still piercing her. Slowly, the orgasm slowly drained away, leaving her racked and utterly, completely raw.
At this point, Laci just wanted to slide down off the counter and curl up in a ball. It was enough. She couldn’t take any more. After all, she wasn’t a porn star. She was just a curious girl who wanted to test herself a bit, stretch her wings. And boy, had they been stretched. Beyond belief.
“Hold on.” Taking her hands once more, Jennifer kissed her lightly on trembling lips. “Now Grant will impart his essence within you for life.”
What? Laci began panicking. What did that...
Massive thrusts slammed the coed forward, her hips feeling as if they’d been ripped completely open. Helplessly, Laci just laid there. Ten strokes later Grant exploded inside of her, shoving painfully in and up.
Terrified, Laci simply held onto Jennifer’s hands, focusing on her swaying, comforting, naked boobs. Grant’s skin was on fire, slamming up against her legs and hips, his hands shoving her down on the counter top. Jennifer was so beautiful, her hair and skin, wonderful blue eyes...
Thrusting, pushing, and impaling, Laci’s felt Grant’s libidinal energy once more fusing with her own, suddenly bringing her to orgasm again. Eyes going wide, she simply had to endure this new assault on her pleasure centers. Groaning, she just let her head fall off the other end of the counter, where she’d now been shoved. She just couldn’t take much more.
But Grant finally remained still, keeping the Dragon inside her. An eerie silence almost fell over the room, save for the hard breathing of Grant and Laci. Now a great deal of pain began creeping in, her vaginal canal obviously stretched almost to the point of ripping. But the Dragon was still in there, both comforting and terrifying. An odd mixture of fear, relief, and satisfaction suffused Laci’s entire being. Bursting into tears, she tried to turn away.
“Now you are full.” As if from a great distance, the coed heard Jennifer’s low, sexy voice. “You saw me filled, on the video? You have been filled more, and at a younger age, than I ever was. By my husband.” Her eyes still closed, Laci let Jennifer place her hand on her wonderful, firm chest. “Now you are full.”
At that moment, with an almost strangled cry, Laci felt Grant finally fall away, crashing down to the floor behind her. Groaning, Laci felt the Dragon come rushing out of her own body, followed by his seed running down her naked leg.
The poison, mother called it. But she was wrong. Actually, it was the sweetest, most satisfying nectar in the world.
“Never forget that my husband’s semen is within you.” Kissing her one final time, Jennifer now pulled back, a bemused smile on her lovely face. “We are sisters now, forever.”
* * *
That evening Laci found Grant sitting on a small deck up on the roof, staring out at the stars. It was a beautiful night, the air warm and light.
She’d slept all that afternoon, painfully resting her body as best she could. More cum had trickled out of her from time to time, which was weird, but okay. But she was done with fucking for at least a few days. Everything was sore and raw. Even walking was strange. Her hips were now accustomed to simply accepting a huge cock, while the rest of her body simply tried to gratify him in every way possible. Which was nice, but things just needed to work in the normal way for a bit. She just couldn’t take any more right now.
But she’d accomplished her goal. The lingering sensations delicately caressing her body lasted for several more hours, finally settling into a very satisfied ache. She was now filled, as Jennifer had said, in every way possible. And yet, she was still her own woman. Never again would she have to fear anything from the sexual side of life.
Now, she just stared at Grant, in a light robe, casually propped up in a chair. He said nothing, merely watching her with hooded eyes. Clearly, he was exhausted as well. Walking up to his chair, once more in her own white robe, she kissed him lightly on the lips.
“Thank you,” she said, smiling gently. “I’ll always remember this.”
Then, bending down between his legs, she pushed his robe aside and brou
ght Grant to orgasm once more. She used both her mouth and hands, caressing his entire head and shaft. God, was he big, like a rigid tree trunk shooting up toward the darkened sky. Leaning back, he came very easily, his seed running down over her hands and onto the deck. She’d thought about drinking it all in...but maybe that could wait. With everything else, that just seemed like a lot.
But Grant was very satisfied, afterwards taking her up on his lap. Together, they looked out at the world around them. The quiet city neighborhood surrounded them, yet seemed very far away.
“Join my staff for the campaign.” His hand tucked inside her robe, Grant lightly stroked Laci’s breasts. “I could use you in my office.”
“I’m sure you could,” she laughed, kissing him on the forehead. “But would Jennifer mind?”
“Not at all,” he replied. “And anyway, it’s time she was a mother. I’ll impregnate her next week. I’m sure she’d appreciate all of your, uh, efforts while she’s out of action.”
Sighing, Laci leaned back against his chest, looking up at the nighttime sky. Politics didn’t sound so bad. “But aren’t there other girls already in your office?” she asked.
“Yeah, but you’ll all get along.” Grant shrugged. “Actually, I’d like for them to see your face as I enter you. Jennifer tells me it’s the most beautiful expression in the world.”
Suddenly, Laci was very curious as to what the top of Grant’s desk felt like up against the inside of her hips, and the side of her face, as he fucked her silly, the other girls just politely watching.
* * *
On Monday, Laci’s mother was released from the nut house. Apparently she’d calmed down over the weekend, and they needed the space for more serious cases.
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