The Virgin Read Free

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