The Virgin (10 page)

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 brought 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.

But Laci knew her Mom was far from cured. And sure enough, after picking her up from the facility and taking her back home, she made their favorite dinner and then suggested watching the Serpent movie.

Up until then, the only awkward moment had been when they’d walked in from the car, the older woman noticing her daughter’s unsteady gait.

“Is anything the matter, dear?” Frowning, she idly inspected Laci’s bare legs and hips beneath her tiny Catholic schoolgirl skirt.

“No, mother. Not at all.” Giving her best, innocent Catholic schoolgirl smile, Laci nevertheless put her hand on the doorknob for support. “Why would you say that?”

“It looks like you’re having trouble walking.” Utterly clueless, Mom shrugged. “Did you fall or something?”

Yeah, Laci thought to herself, trying not to giggle. From flat on my back, I fell up into the world’s biggest cock about a thousand times. “No, I’m fine.”

Now, settled onto the couch, they both watched Jennifer the “virgin” sally into the kitchen once more in her high heels and tiny panties. And as her mother screamed and yelled about serpents and poison, Laci could only put a sedate hand over her mouth, laughing quietly.

For now Laci knew Jennifer’s deep blue eyes from an entirely different perspective, staring deep into her own, as the Dragon defiled her from every angle imaginable.

And once a young woman had that kind of experience, a mere Serpent would never have any power over her again.

H.G. Longwood is the nom de guerre for an established Indie author.