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Adam & Eve

By: NorthwestRain



She sprang from the moss beside the palms and white lillies, the first human on earth, and the most perfect creation of mother nature so far. She grew in the Garden of Eden, flourishing on the plump fruits and abundant spring waters, splashing in the lagoons and climbing through the jungles, her developing young breasts already full and bouncy. Her hair long and dark, strands slipping beside her oval face with adorning soft cheeks and pointed chin. Her buttocks looked plump beneath her thin waist and elegant back which the gentle sun had slightly darkened.

My mouth was watering at the sight of her lovely body as she squatted on the water's edge, splashing pee down beneath her spread legs and looking up at the blue sky. I noticed as she slipped quietly into the lake that her body was quite different from my own, which was broader, bigger and more muscular. Although I didn't have the plump breasts on my chest or only a small spattering of hair, she was minus the penis hanging between my legs, which sometimes grew hard and red and bubbled with small daubs of a sticky fluid. 

It was like that now, jutting out in front of me as I hid behind the bushes, wondering how I could approach this wondrous creature. Her head was above the water, and the sun illuminated her hair and skin making them glisten. I so wanted to burst forth from the bushes and leap into the water with her smooth, almost hairless body, so much like my own, yet still so lusciously different. My hand gently stroked my erect penis, trying to soothe its flaming heat.

I moved cautiously around the bushes, my knees brushing against small red chilis and orange cumquats, and I pushed the palm fronds to the side for a closer view. Ah, here I could see the small spatterings of freckles across her tan cheeks, and the red moisture of her lips. I could imagine kissing them, sucking gently on them. My thickly veined penis strained harder and I wiped away a little drop of fluid and brought it to my lips for a taste. It was smooth and salty, like an oyster from the rocks down by the sea.

She climbed gracefully from the water and back onto the rocks, next to the wet puddle she had made and lay down in the sun, her legs stretching out towards me, slightly open, droplets of moisture glistening in the hair between them.

I ducked lower hoping to glimpse the ruddy brown flesh hiding so teasingly below that alluring tuft of hair. I gulped, my mouth intensely dry, parted slightly, as I held my breath in the shadows of the shrubbery. My elbow brushed against the engorged head of my penis, taking with it the next bulb of moisture, followed by a long sticky strand.

Her hand slid down over her ribcage and belly, slowly between her legs, making them part slightly. I strained my eyes harder to make out what was there. Her middle finger slid up and down as if the spot was very slippery and her legs parted further. I nearly fell over as I saw her sex come into view. It looked tantalising, glistening there in the sun, pouting cheekily at me. She let out a low groan .

I could see two folds of skin, and a smaller fold just lingering between them, encased perfectly beneath a swell of flesh, all glistening. I sucked on my lip, my heart pounding in my chest, transfixed by this beautiful creature's sultry display. Her finger slid up and down, dipping between the pink lips and then back up to her mouth where she sucked on it, a look of warmth coming across her face.

I knew if I moved she would see me, so desperately I tried to stop my legs from shaking. Her legs opened further and I looked lower to where her buttocks squashed flat on the rock to the dark shadow beneath her open vagina. I could just make out the shape of her anus in the shadow, and the sublime creases where her thighs met her bottom. I wanted to suck on all of them. From where had such a creature come, I wondered, and are there more of them?

Then her eyes caught mine. She stared directly at me and I froze, my heart stopping dead and my limbs seizing up. She sat up a little pushing her dark hair back, and I was amazed as a tiny smile appeared on her face. She sat forwards more, her breasts swaying, and her smile broadened into an expression of joyous surprise.

She stood up and walked towards me and held back the branches between us. I slowly rose from my position and her eyes dropped to the engorged penis jutting out before me, angry with veins. Her mouth opened as she stared at it then back at my face, her expression a mixture of joy and surprise. I stood frozen to the spot, my face burning with embarrassment.

With slender fingers she beckoned me forward, her tongue peeking between her lips. She touched me gently on the shoulder as I climbed from the brush, and she wasn't frightened as I had expected her to be. Then again, I was not some wild animal. I was one of her kind. One of the humans. I wondered if I was the only other one she'd seen, and if she knew where I had come from. Yet I had no way to ask her. I could only stand there smiling nervously as she felt my skin and smiled, her blue eyes flashing.

I'd watched her many times from my hiding spot, wondering if I should make contact with her and every time backing away, too afraid of her mysteries. And now I was here, standing by her lagoon while she ran her hands all over my body. I couldn't believe my luck. I had spent my life on the coastline fishing and hunting, sometimes thinking about how I seemed to be the only one of my kind, and sometimes feeling a little sad, a little lonely.

Now I looked into the blue oceans of her eyes as the backs of her fingers skimmed over my stomach and the corner of her lip turned up, and nervously reached my hand toward her shoulder. Cautiously I checked her expression to ensure she didn't get frightened, then finally touched her skin. It was so much smoother than my own, and deliciously creamy. She moaned softly and I knew it was all okay. Then I felt her fingers brush my penis.

I felt it jerk tightly, threatening to ejaculate all over her. She jumped a little with shock, pulling her hand away, then she looked back up at me and giggled. Her breasts swayed, full and swollen, and her dark nipples were crinkled and hard, pointing towards me. I let my fingers slide down her arm, over the small bone at her elbow and down her forearm to her hand which again tentatively touched my penis. 

I looked down at it and could see more clear fluid in a bulb at the opening. Her cool fingers touched it on the side, then curled around the shaft, squeezing gently. I groaned with ecstasy, feeling it jerk a few more times, then relax.

My own hands roamed over her warm skin, down her belly and across the bones of her hips. We both instinctively knew what had to be done. My hands cupped her breasts and I gently squeezed, enjoying their fullness. Gently I pushed her down on the flat rock. Her hands dropped away from my penis and she smiled as she spread her legs wide and lifted her bottom off the rock. She spread her swollen lips, showing me the shining fluids collecting there and her engorged clitoris nestled among the folds of her skin.

I knelt before her, sucking in a long, shaky breath and stroking the tuft of soft curls then sliding down into the slippery lips of her vagina. She groaned and whimpered slightly, straining to lift herself higher towards my mouth. I lowered my head and kissed her mound softly, then swept my tongue down the side between the inner and outer lips, immediately tasting her rich tang.

I let the tip of my tongue complete a slow round of the outskirts of her vagina, then I ventured into her soft centre. I flicked over her hard clitoris a few times then slid lower over her urethra, feeling the small hole with the tip of my tongue, then I pushed up inside her as far as I could, making my entire lower face wet with her juices. The taste was exquisite, a cross between an oyster and a mango, yet with a zest of tangerine.

My penis threatened to explode so reluctantly I pulled my face from her soaking vagina and caught the glazed, lustful look in her eyes. She sat up and grabbed my penis which was covered in slippery fluid at the tip and put her lips around it. My knees gave out a little and I sat back, allowing her to do whatever she liked. I felt my penis flinch and shudder a few times as her mouth slid down to take in as much as she could. The head pushed hard against her throat and her saliva ran down my hard testicles bunched tightly beneath me.

She slowly licked down the underside of my penis to my testicles and ran her tongue lavishly over them, gently pushing me back and licking around my bum, then back up and engulfing the head again, her blue eyes looking up at me, her chin wet.

I took her head and gently urged her to turn around on her hands and knees. She eagerly did so and arched her back invitingly. I grabbed her hips and moved toward her spread vagina and gorgeous anus, which also lay slightly open. She was so ripe and ready for me I took my hot penis and rubbed it from her vagina up to her anus and back again, smearing more wetness over the entire area, then stuffed it halfway into her. She squealed and flinched as I was stopped by some kind of barrier, but in my haste I pulled back and thrust again, harder this time and felt the barrier burst and I slid in as far as it would go, until I was snugly embedded within her.

Again my penis flexed and threatened to ejaculate deep inside her, but I held still, feeling her vagina gripping and relaxing. I stared at the joining of our bodies, and could see blood around the base of my penis. Her anus was no longer open but clenched tightly like a tiny dimple. It was still slick with her fluids and I was overcome by an urge to lick at it. For some reason I had to push my tongue into her bum, so I slid out with a soft squelch and saw more thin blood slicked along the length of my penis.

She groaned in surprise as I licked at her anus, then leaned forward more and arched her back allowing me full access. There was a similar tang to her vagina which made me want more. I stretched apart her bum cheeks and pushed my tongue gently past the folds of her muscle until she relaxed and I could push it right in. There was a different, more earthy taste inside which I liked and I poked my tongue in and licked at the tight passage.

She was now groaning in pleasure, her face on the rock and her own fingers pulling apart her holes, ocassionally brushing over her own anus when my tongue crept lower to lap at her vagina. Again I pushed my penis inside her vagina, coating it in juices and blood while my thumbs pushed into her anus, spreading apart the hole, watching the muscle contract and relax.

I could stand it no more so I pulled out of her vagina and pushed the head of my penis into her anus. I heard her gasp again and go still, then I felt it open gradually and accept me inside. I slid in as far as I could and licked at the juices all over my fingers. My penis was begging for release, so swollen and jumping inside her bowels that I made one more thrust and then pushed right in as far as I could go. She too must have felt my impending climax and pushed back harder against me, her squeals of delight echoing off the water.

And then I exploded, in great convulsions and spasms of pleasure. I felt each spurt of semen shoot up through me and deep into her rectum, flooding her bowel and seeping out around my penis as I slid back and forth in her hole. I felt warm liquid splashing on my thighs and reached my hand to her vagina which gushed with pee as she screamed over and over. I thrust again and again, feeling more spurts being squeezed from my penis as the last of her pee dribbled over my fingers.

I slid my erection from her anus and looked at the red, gaping hole and the interior of her arse, all coated with white sperm before it slowly closed leaving a pearl on her anus. I bent down and licked at it gently, tasting myself, then went lower and licked at her soaking vagina. I had to gulp at the thick mixture of juices gathered there, before she was relatively clean, then I went back to her anus and felt the now softened muscle allow even further access inside her. I sucked as much of my semen as I could from her gaping orifice while licking at the interior.

She turned around and passionately kissed me, lapping at the juices all over my face, then lowered her head and engulfed my softening penis, sucking gently on it.

I sighed and sat back, totally drained, and took in the sights around me. The beautiful curves of her back and bum, and the lagoon behind her, shimmering in the afternoon sunlight.

Adam & Eve



It seems like yesterday that my daughter started school, but it was twelve long years ago and she was now an eighteen year old honor student in her senior year of high school. Her mother had died when she was thirteen and I retired from my position as the CEO of a computer software giant so I could spend the time with her that I was sure she would need. 

My name is Adam Johnson and I was forty-two on my last birthday. I am a fairly hefty man standing at five foot nine inches and weighing in at 190 pounds. I don't work out very much, but I have kept myself in decent shape. I drink socially and have never smoked tobacco. When my wife Beth was alive, she and I had many a happy night full of love making. Eve was the product of one of those nights and was the pride and joy of our lives. It was a very difficult delivery and Beth was told that she could never have another child. Since Eve fulfilled our every hope and desire, we had no need to have another child and lavished Eve with everything we thought she needed.

My wife's untimely death from a tragic automobile accident had made my daughter, Eve, and I very close, closer than most fathers and their daughters, I suppose, but all we had was each other. Eve shared all her growing pains with me, all her disappointments with the boys and all the juicy gossip about the head cheerleader and her many boyfriends. To hear Eve tell it, the girl was the slut of the entire county. My own sexual experiences since Beth's death were restricted to visiting porn sites and having Minnie and her four daughters play with my dick until I shot off into a ready tissue. I did not date, not that I was still grieving Beth, but because nobody of the opposite sex that I came across interested me in the least.

Somewhere along the way Eve and I found time to talk about the birds and the bees. I found time to take her to the mall so she could pick out her own bras and panties--and I never told her what style she could or could not wear, trusting her to be sensible. I usually wandered off around the mall looking at what she would call "boy things" in her light hearted manner that she always used when she thought I was being silly about something. I thought she should have some privacy while picking out those intimate little pieces of frills that girls like to dress themselves in. 

Somehow, along the I lost track of the fact that Eve was growing into a young lady. I suppose that has to do with the fact that she was and will always be "my little girl." Anyway, because of my blinders, what happened on my forty-second birthday came as a total surprise to me.

My birthday that year was on a Saturday and Saturdays are the days I play my weekly round of golf with three of my old war buddies. None of us are very good at golf, but we enjoy ourselves and that's what the games is supposed to be about, isn't it? Anyway, I think they let me win to celebrate my birthday and celebrate we did at the 19th hole. I got pretty smashed by the time I was expected for dinner, a dinner I knew Eve was preparing. I switched to black coffee, but coffee will not sober a drunk up, it'll just make him an alert drunk. Joe took me home and promised to pick me up in the morning to come back after my car. Joe was good about things like that. He didn't drink due to diabetes and could be relied upon to be the designated driver.

When Joe got me to the front door, Eve opened it and I could see the pain in her eyes as she looked at me in my drunken state. Joe told her something about not going too hard on me and she nodded her head. As we passed the dining room on our way upstairs, I saw the candles lit and the silver shining at each place setting. I felt like the irresponsible heel that I was, but Eve just helped me up the stairs. She had seen me pretty well plastered before, but I don't get drunk often and she knew it. 

Eve sat me down on the bed and pulled my shirt over my head and undid my belt and trousers. Reaching down she pulled off my shoes and socks and then dragged my pants off of me, laying them over the back of a chair. I was left in my briefs and she pulled me back onto my feet and pointed me in the direction of the shower. I stepped in and she turned the water on cold and shocked me back to some semblance of sobriety.

"Now, when you get done sobering up, get dressed and come down to your birthday supper." I noticed that it was not a request but a demand and Eve had never demanded anything of me before. I numbly nodded my head as I stood there under the cold shower. The water was turning my briefs damn near transparent and I caught Eve staring at my cock as I stood there.

She quickly turned and left the bathroom and I could hear her making her way back downstairs. I quickly dried and found new underwear and dressed in a pair of slacks and a golf shirt. Then I slipped my feet into my slippers and trotted deftly down the stairs. I didn't see Eve in the dining room where the candles were still lit and looked for her in the kitchen. That's where I found her sobbing quietly by the stove as she stirred part of our supper.

As I entered the room, I saw her dab her eyes on her apron and then she turned around with a smile on her face. "Happy birthday, Daddy. Dinner will be ready by the time you open and pour the wine."

I went to the table and opened the wine, a lovely Pinot Noir to go with our entree of Beef Wellington. By the time I was done pouring our wine, Eve had finished putting her lovely dinner on the table and had removed the apron. She was dressed in a very sexy, revealing dress that left little of her charms to the imagination. Her tits were obviously bra-free under the tight bodice and I saw no panty line under the tight fabric at her hips as she sat down beside me. I was beginning to develop some thoughts about my own daughter that I hadn't had toward any woman in a long time and admonished myself for thinking about her that way.

From time to time during the meal, a meal that Eve had obviously planned and executed with pride and love, she would lean over to reach for something and "accidentally" rub her firm breast against my arm. Despite my earlier misgivings, my cock began to rise and I tried to think about something else, but every time I had succeeded in lowering my hardened dick to a non-erect state, Eve would rub her tit against me again. As time passed, I could actually feel her nipples as she rubbed against me. And then it struck me...these were no accidents, Eve was trying to seduce me.

Over coffee and brandy, I tried to broach the subject. "Ah, Eve. I have something I have to ask you."

"Sure, Daddy, what is it?"

"Well, it's a question that I'm having a hard time with. Fuck it!" Eve's faced reddened for just a second. "Are you trying to seduce me?"

"Yes, I am. Dinner was only the first part of your birthday present."

"Oh?"

"Yes, Daddy. I'm the second part. I am yours to do as you want with tonight."

"What? Why would you offer yourself to your old man?"

"Because I love you and want to give myself to you."

"You do realize, Eve, that what you are talking about is incest."

"Yes, I know that, but I still want you to have me and I want to have you not only as a father but as a lover who will share my bed."

"How long have you felt this way?"

"Since I had my first period and we had the birds and the bees talk together."

"What did I do wrong to make you think like this?"

"You did nothing wrong, Daddy, except to love me as much as I love you."

"But until tonight I had never thought of you in a sexual way."

"I know. That's why I bought this dress to wear tonight." With that Eve stood up and pulled her dress over her head revealing her lovely body that I hadn't seen since she was old enough to bathe herself. 

I drew a sharp breath as the beauty of her natural red-haired mound was exposed to my gaze and then my eyes wandered up to feast on her two firm, I later learned C-cup, breasts with their nipples surrounded by half-dollar sized areolae. My God, I thought, my daughter is a beautiful woman and I have never noticed the changes that made her that way. My prick rose in my pants making a bulge that attracted Eve's eyes as mine were attracted to her lovely tits and vagina.

"Eve...." I started to protest.

"Hush. Let me give you your second present of the night." Eve's mouth closed over mine before I could reply. Her hands found the button on my slacks and loosened them. When she stood me up to remove my shirt, my slacks fell to the floor leaving me in my briefs. Eve bent over and pushed my shorts to the floor. As she rose, my hardened prick brushed against her lips. She stopped for a moment moving her head back so she could see my erect penis.

"So this is what a penis looks like hard? I never thought it would look so nice or feel so soft even when it's hard. It actually looks good enough to eat." With that, her mouth closed over the head of my cock. I groaned with the feelings running from the tip of my cock to my brain. "Daddy what does a man taste like when he spurts his seed?"

"I don't know," I lied. I had actually tasted some of my own cum after I shot my load into the tissue one night and had gotten some on my hand.

"Well, I'm going to find out. I've wondered about this for a long time and I'm going to try. If I do anything wrong, just let me know."

I watched my daughter as her mouth slid almost halfway down my rather long spear of flesh. She was careful not to use her teeth and she really used her tongue, swirling it around my cock in first one direction and then the other, like a pendulum on viagra. Eve used her hands as well cupping my balls with one of them and using the other on the length of cock she couldn't get into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down and I felt my cum rising from my balls.

"Uh, Eve, I'm--I'm about to...to shoot...shoot my cum into your...your mouth. Aaaaarrrrrgggh!"

I will give my daughter credit, she tried desperately to swallow the large load of cum that I shot into her greedy sucking little mouth, but had to let some escape. She quickly slurped the escaped cum off my cock and sat back smacking her lips.

"Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Daddy, that was awesome. It tastes pretty good." She rose from her knees and came up to me engaging my mouth with hers, her tongue pressing its way into my mouth where it deposited the lingering taste of my cum onto my tongue. Despite the very recent emptying of my balls, my cock stayed more than half erect. "My turn, Princess. Let's go to the bedroom where we can both be more comfortable." I guided her to the bedroom and she laid back on the bed exposing her lovely sex to my feasting eyes. From the tips of her toes to the top of her head, Eve was perfection itself. Even laying on her back her firm tits stood out from her chest. I laid down beside her and captured a nipple in my hungry mouth. Her hand went to my cock and within seconds it was ready for more fun and adventure. 

This time I categorically wanted to fuck my daughter, but I also wanted her ready to receive my stiff cock. With that in mind, I started kissing my way from her tits to her cunt. My tongue parted her lips and found her clit which was just starting to poke its way out of the folds in which it was hidden. Eve's snatch tasted divinely good and I worshipped at the altar of her womanhood until she started squirming on the bed. I looked up over her flaming red pussy hair and watched as she tweaked and squeezed her tits. Her hands dropped to my head and held it in place as she stiffened. Eve tried to grind my face into her pussy as she released some delicious girl juice from deep inside her body. As the spasm past, she fell limply back on the bed releasing my head as she did.

I concentrated my attack on her now very erect clit, a clit that had to be the longest clit I had ever seen. It stood out at least a half of an inch from the surrounding folds of her pussy. As I attacked her clit with my tongue and lips, I pushed two fingers into her love box. I wasn't in very far before I ran into an obstacle. My Eve was a virgin. 

"Daddy, it's OK. I want you to do this. I want to be yours now and forever. I want your baby."

I couldn't believe what my daughter was telling me...that she actually wanted me to take her maidenhead...that she actually wanted me to commit this act of incest and plant my seed in her fertile womb. That she actually wanted my baby was an even bigger surprise and I removed my face from the valley between her legs and looked up at her face. She was smiling at me with a twinkle in her eye.

"Eve, are you sure about this?"

"Yes, I am very sure. Do it! Fuck me now!"

I climbed up between her legs and my cock bumped into her pouting lips as it strove to find the entrance to her body. She reached down and grasped my dick pulling it and lining it up with her pussy's opening and then scrunched down until my cock head hit her unbroken virginity.

"Last chance?"

"God damn it, Daddy. Fuck me." With that she pushed even harder against my rigid pole of man meat and impaled herself on it. She shrieked as my cock tore through her cherry. I held myself rock still as her cunt walls adjusted to the size of my cock. When she finally started moving, I started moving my own hips slowly and gently. I looked down to where we were locked together and saw her blood smearing my prick as it slowly went in and out. Eve's pussy started getting a little more slippery and our movements became a tad faster. Both of us were breathing much harder than we had been and I knew that she was feeling the joys of having an erect penis inside her tender young vagina.

"Eve, are you taking anything to keep from getting a baby?"

"No, Daddy--and I don't want to even think about not having a baby. I want you to make me pregnant. Do it tonight. Give me YOUR baby!" My cock twitched inside her cunt and seem to expand even more than it already was expanded. I started rocking my hips and Eve rocked back. Her moans were louder as I picked up speed until I was slamming the length of my cock into her on each thrust that I made.

The warm velvet glove surrounding my pistoning cock shrank and expanded as if it had a mind of its own. Eve's hips were bucking as if there was no tomorrow and I had to do everything in the very next instant. Suddenly she screamed and her body went into violent spasms with her cunt clasping my cock in an encounter of the very closest kind. I held still until the tremors subsided and then started thrusting again. Her next orgasm came quickly and was even more violent than her first one had been. Again, I held still inside her waiting for her body to come down from its orgasmic high. When I started moving again this time, I knew that she was going to get my full load deep inside her womb and that it would not be very long before she was bathed in my life-giving hot sperm.

The third time was the charm. As her body started to spasm, I felt my hot creamy semen race through my cock and spray the insides of her womb with the true elixir of love. I collapsed barely holding my weight off her young body as she gasped and panted for breath. I rolled over beside her with my cock still buried to the hilt inside her pussy which was still giving off tremors as she returned to some semblance of a young girl.

"My God, Daddy, that was good. I'm glad I waited, but I wish I could have felt all this before now."

"Eve, if you and I are going to fuck, you have to call me Adam and not Daddy. OK?"

"OK, Da...er Adam."

"Now what's this about wanting my baby?"

"I want to have your baby. I want to be your wife and live with you forever."

"Eve, you're my daughter. What will the neighbors say if your stomach starts to swell and you haven't been dating? What we did was incest. Incest is considered immoral and illegal. We could both be in very bad trouble if the neighbors complain."

"Why don't we just move somewhere else where nobody knows us. I have your last name already. All we have to do is let people assume that you are my husband."

"Well, I suppose that is a possibility."

"Please, Da...Adam, please?"

"You know I can't ever seem to say no to you, don't you?"

"Does that mean that you'll do it?"

"Well, I can look into finding a house somewhere far away from here. No promises that we'll succeed, but we can try." I realized that I had given into to Eve's demands with a minimum of argument. The part of never being able to say no to Eve was only partly true. Inside, I found a new reason to be happy. Eve had already fulfilled one of my fantasies, that of me fucking her. My second fantasy was to be married to my own daughter, but I couldn't let her know that.

As we lay there, my cock finally pulled away from her cunt lips and the semen I had deposited inside Eve's hot pussy began to drip out. I bent my head down and started eating my cum from her hole. This caused Eve to moan and start humping my face as well as getting my cock headed toward another erection. Eve reached down and took my semi-rigid tool. She wrapped her hand around it and started pulling on it. She quickly moved around so she could take my cock into her mouth and almost swallowed me whole. As we performed our sixty-nine on each other, I could feel both of our bodies responding. When I had attained full erection, I pulled my cock away from Eve's mouth and turned so that my prick was lined up with that lovely hole between her legs.

My dick penetrated through the naturally red bush and poked its way through the inner lips. Eve moved her hips and drew me deeper into her body by wrapping her legs around my hips. After a few minutes I lifted her legs to my shoulders and penetrated even deeper into her young pussy. Because of my earlier cum, the penetration was easy and my strokes grew more forceful and deeper with each thrust. In no time Eve was begging for me to fill her fuck hole with my hot creamy juices. It only took a half dozen more strokes before I obliged her and unloaded what had to have been the most cum I had shot at one time in the past ten years.

My cock softened and plopped from her hole with a distinct wet popping noise. We fell asleep together in the same bed for the first time. That was five years ago and we now live a thousand miles from the site of that first incestuous fuck and have a lovely pair of children, a boy and a girl, ages four and three. Eve called the boy Cain and I called the girl Naomi. Right now we are waiting to see if Eve is pregnant with my third child. If it's a boy I think we'll call him Abel. 



Adam and Eve



If you like quick, "wham bam thank you Mam" stories this may not be for you. This is about an incestuous relationship between a mature mother and her grown son.

For those that are overly sensitive to geographically specific language this is written using British English. If you have difficulties with this I recommend you skip the story.

So having tried to warn those sensitive types about the nature of this little tail, for those still wishing to read I hope you enjoy the story and any constructive feedback is always read and considered and if very relevant will be replied to. Your vote is also appreciated.

This story is about characters over the age of 18 and is completely fictional with no relationship to any real person, living or dead. Should one be perceived it is not intended and totally coincidental.

TTC

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It was early December and I was sitting at home wondering what the Christmas arrangements would be with Mum and Dad. Normally I would travel to Edinburgh with my wife to stay with them and we would travel back for New Year, but this Christmas was going be a little different having separated from my wife 6 months ago. Jennifer was a flight attendant and she had suddenly decided I was not the one for her. As it happened I found out she was having an affair with one of the pilots she often flew with on long haul flights. There was no attempt at reconciliation, she made her announcement, having already moved her belongings out while I was on a business trip, and left immediately. She filed for divorce the following week stating irreconcilable differences and that was it.

I was left in our apartment alone, and to some extent in a bit of shock. It took a few weeks to adjust, but very quickly I realised just how controlling and manipulative she had been. Pulling me further away from my friends, and Mum and Dad to some extent, as I went from visiting 5 or 6 times a year to just Christmas and birthdays in the last couple of years. She would also tend to object to me wanting to see friends and colleagues even though she was always invited along as well.

Anyway as I was considering Christmas all of a sudden the phone rang. Unusually the display said "Mum" and not "Mum & Dad". So Mum was calling from her mobile, which was unusual at nearly 10 o'clock in the evening.

"Hi Mum." I answered.

"Hello Stuart." Mum replied. She continued, "I'm phoning to find out what your plans are for Christmas this year."

Without noticing anything odd in her voice I replied, "I was assuming that I would come up to you and Dad for Christmas and come back for a New Year's party here in Bristol."

There was a short pause before Mum spoke, "That's probably not going to be a good idea. To be honest your father has been playing around and he's admitted to having an affair with one of his colleagues. So we're not speaking at all."

"What!" I exclaimed loudly not totally taking in the full extent of the consequences of the situation.

Mum jumped in, "So I was wondering if I could come down and spend Christmas with you?"

"Of course you can," I replied. "You know you're always welcome. Are you sure that's what you want to do?

Mum paused and then replied, "Yes, I'm sure."

I could hear her voice going a little and it seemed she was finding it difficult to control the sadness that she was obviously feeling. Was that a slight sob I detected?

"Are you ok Mum?" I asked.

I heard her take a big breath before replying, "Yes dear. I'm fine. I'm angry more than anything at his dishonesty, rather than the affair. Look we've been married close to 30 years and things are not what they used to be, you know, in bed. I wish he had spoken to me rather than running off behind my back. To be honest if he'd spoken to me I might have been able to do something. So he has his bit of stuff at work and I'm considering whether the marriage is over, but I need some space to do that."

"I had no idea it had become that bad." I said wishing there was something I could do.

"Of course you didn't dear. I didn't either until this week. So I thought you and I could spend Christmas together, and New Year, if possible. At the same time I could decide what I want to do."

"Mum, if that's what you want to do it will be a pleasure to have you down and although I have a New Year party to go to I don't see any reason why you can't come along. So yes, please come and stay."

We continued our conversation with arrangements for the holiday and after another 20 minutes we both hung up.

Over the next couple of weeks I ordered and collected the food and bought decorations for the apartment, as I didn't have any, and got everything ready for a Christmas at home. Mum and I spoke regularly sorting out arrangements for us and it was quickly apparent that she was looking forward to her visit.

She had arranged to drive down. I had suggested flying, but she said she'd like the independence of having her car so she wasn't reliant on me. She had also arranged to stay overnight at her friend Linda's in Leeds to split the journey into two. So she had set off on the Sunday before Christmas, spent the night in Leeds and was now heading to Bristol on Christmas Eve.

**************

It was nearly 3 o'clock when the phone rang, it was Mum.

"Hi Mum." I answered, and then asked, "Is everything ok?"

"Yes dear," she replied. "I just wanted to know where to park. I'm outside."

"Can you see my car?" I asked.

After a moment she replied, "Oh, yes I can."

"Park in the space to the right of it. I'll come out."

"Ok. Thank you Dear." was all I heard before she ended the call.

I grabbed my keys and headed outside as Mum got out of her car. She saw me approaching and with her oh so familiar smile she opened her arms. I ran and we embraced and kissed each other on the cheek. I then stood back just out of arm's length and looking her up and down I was amazed at how she looked.

She was always reasonably slim, being quite tall, but she was in jeans and a sweater and she looked fit. "My goodness Mum, you're looking good. You've had your hair done and the make-up is a bit unusual for you."

She giggled and replied, "I thought I'd make an effort, not only for Liz, before I left, but also for my favourite son. You don't want me turning up all drab and unkept now do you?"

We both laughed. I then stopped and asked, "Favourite son? Is there a brother I don't know about?"

Mum laughed loudly at our little private joke. She came and hugged me again and said softly in my ear, "It's wonderful to see you Stuart."

"It's wonderful to see you too Mum", I replied softly.

We broke our embrace and continued to talk as we began emptying her car. Bags full of I don't know what, bags with presents, and two large suitcases. Apparently this was "only a few essentials"! Well that's Mums for you, I laughed to myself, always prepared for every eventuality.

After nearly half an hour of unloading, unpacking and settling Mum into the spare bedroom we were done. She'd freshened up and had changed into her house dress. It was one of her favourite dresses for around the house. It was sleeveless, with broad shoulder straps. It had a loose waist and the skirt flared to the knee.

We sat and had a drink and Mum told me the story of Dad, his affair and her. Although I loved Dad, he had been a complete idiot. Apparently the "other woman" is also married and has 3 children. Apparently he had asked her to leave her husband and children and move in with him, once he'd moved out. Mum had already told him it was over and that he'd better get his arse out the house by the time she gets back. The other woman immediately ditched Dad, saying he was just a bit of fun on the side because her husband worked too hard and there was no way she would leave her kids.

So poor Dad had not only lost Mum, he had been ditched by the other woman and was now looking forward to a life alone, starting with this Christmas. I felt a little sorry for him, but to be honest he only had himself to blame.

Mum and I enjoyed Christmas Day and Boxing Day exchanging gifts and generally enjoying each other's company. She treated me to her cooking and seemed to enjoy spending the time spoiling me. Around the house we both began to relax around each other and it wasn't long before I was wandering around in only shorts at times, as I normally did, and Mum had even just worn her little nighty in the morning while making breakfast.

My mother, Evelyn, was still a very attractive woman and at 48 certainly not over the hill. Being 5 feet 10 inches she always gave the impression of elegance and confidence. She kept herself fit and with her blonde hair now shortened to just resting on her shoulders she had an air of sophistication I hadn't seen before.

On the day after Boxing Day we'd gone out for a lunch and had an evening meal together at a restaurant and seemed to enjoy each other's company. As the days went on she seemed to become a little more flirtatious with me and she seemed to take every opportunity for physical contact giving me a hug or running her hands over my back, chest and even my thighs from time to time.

New Year's Eve had arrived and we both dressed and readied ourselves for the party. This went off well, with us both enjoying ourselves with my friends. My friends knew that I was bringing my mother and she seemed to revel in the attention that many of my male friends showered upon her. She was an awful flirt but despite that she maintained a level of respectability despite getting a little tipsy, as we all did. Eventually the night drew to a close and we got a taxi home. A number of my friends had commented at how much fun Eve had been and one or two had even mentioned how desirable she was. But I assumed the latter were alcohol fuelled comments and they would probably regret making them once they'd sobered up.

We got in the taxi and headed home. Mum simply cuddled into me in the back of the taxi, neither of us talking much. She kept looking at me and smiling each time I looked at her.

We got back to the apartment and I slumped onto the sofa somewhat exhausted and she slumped on the sofa opposite me, also exhausted from the evening's jollities. Her dress had ridden up revealing not only her stocking tops, but also bare flesh above them. I was a little surprised at this sight but more so at my reaction to it. I was finding it difficult to turn my gaze away, and found the sight quite erotic with my body responding to the visual display I was witnessing.

Eventually I glanced up at Mum's face to see her looking back at me a little quizzically.

Feeling my face flush I decided to break the stalemate and asked, "Would you like a drink?"

"Yes please Darling." She replied in a rather sultry tone.

I got the drinks and on returning to the sofa she had not adjusted her position and as she took the glass from me she said, "Thank you Darling. If you want to look, I don't mind. It's making me feel quite hot."

"Mum, that's a bit naughty but it is a pleasant view." I said as I returned to my seat.

"Can I be honest with you?" She asked.

I nodded.

"I've been flirting with some of your friends all night and was sort of hoping I might spend the night with one of them, but they have all been perfect gentlemen." She said with a bit of a naughty expression on her face.

"Mum, what on earth has got into you? You're acting like some kind of sex-starved cougar."

She just giggled. I started to laugh with her.

She stopped laughing and with a look of curiosity on her face asked, "Would you have come home on your own if I hadn't been with you?"

I looked at her wondering where she was going with this and then answered, "To be honest I would have hoped that I was accompanied by a beautiful woman."

Mum looked more seriously at me and then asked, "Would you consider me a beautiful woman?"

"Mum!" I exclaimed in shock. "I'm not sure that I should be doing with you what I would have liked to do if it was someone else. But to answer your question, yes you are a very beautiful woman."

"Thank you Darling, I like to think I'm still beautiful. I have all the right bits, in the right places still." She finished with a smile and she opened her arms to show off her body, and then when she had my attention she very deliberately opened her knees allowing me an unhindered view of her panties.

I began to stare at Mum's crotch thinking back to my adolescent fantasies, not really believing what was happening. Was I drunk and dreaming this or was I just dreaming. All I could think of was to say, "I don't understand."

Mum smiled and spoke. "When you were younger did you ever fantasise about you and me?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, hoping I was wrong.

"You know. When you used to masturbate, did you think about having sex with me as you did it?"

"I don't believe you asked me that." I said without answering her question. "I've never seen you acting like this before."

"I know Darling, but here's the problem. I'm horny and if I wasn't with you here now I would probably be having sex and if you were here with someone else you would also be having sex. Having not seen a naked man for two years, let alone been close enough to touch one I just need to feel like a woman again and you're the only man around that can help me do that. So the question about men fantasising about having sex with their mothers is; how would you like to fulfil that fantasy and have sex with me?"

I was completely stunned by her question and my mind was in turmoil before I eventually pulled myself together and said, "But that's incest, and it's illegal."

"Yes it is." She replied, and then continuing said, "We're in your apartment behind closed and locked doors and if I want you to fuck me, who's around to stop us?"

"Nobody I guess. But what about tomorrow?" I asked starting to consider the offer.

"Tomorrow will bring what it brings. Who knows you might want to fuck me again." She said with a devilish smile on her face.

I was somewhat stunned by Mum's offer and the thrill it was giving me. I'd spent many hours during my life pleasuring myself to the thought of burying my cock into her pussy and here she is offering that very thing to me.

Suddenly she asked a second time, "You didn't answer my question. Did you imagine having sex with me when you masturbated?"

I felt my face flush, but looking straight at her I replied, "Yes."

"When was the last time you did that?" she asked without taking her eyes from mine.

My face must have flushed bright red at the thought of giving her the answer, but more and more of me wanted this so I decided to be honest and answered, "Last night."

Mum gave a soft groan and said, "If that was straight after we both went to bed, I was also masturbating and the only thought in my mind was you on top of me thrusting your cock into my pussy."

Parts of my body started taking over as my cock began to swell in my trousers. That was one of the most erotic statements I'd ever heard. All I could say in response was, "Wow."

We sat without speaking for a minute and I suddenly realised I was looking my mother over. She will always be beautiful, but she was also a very sexy and sensual woman.

Mum broke the momentary silence. "What are you thinking?"

Smiling at her I replied, "I'm just thinking how beautiful and desirable you are and to be very honest, how much I want to have sex with you."

She formed this very satisfied, Cheshire cat like grin on her face and patted the seat next to her, beckoning me.

I got up and noticed her eyes go straight to the pronounced bulge in my trousers. Her neck flushed a little at seeing this and a smile appeared on her face. I sat next to her and she reached over and kissed my cheek. I looked towards her and she kissed me again, this time on the lips. Her lips parted and she pushed her tongue between my lips and we continued to kiss this way for a minute or so. Coming up for air we were both a little breathless and Mum was very obviously flushed.

"Wow that was fun!" She exclaimed.

"My god Mum, that was really hot." I responded, surprised at how much I enjoyed the kiss.

She took my hand and brought it to her breast, and with a smile asked, "As hot as this?"

I groaned and squeezed and rubbed her breast for a few minutes as we also kissed. All of a sudden She took my hand and pushed it between her legs and onto her panties, she whispered, "Stuart, Baby, please rub my pussy."

I began rubbing her pussy through her panties with her rotating her hips to increase the pressure of my hand. Suddenly she clamped her lips to mine and kissed me a little more frantically than before. She was moaning as our tongues fought to own the space in our open mouths.

I eventually pulled my hand away from her pussy and brought it up towards my face to inspect the juices covering them. Raising my hand to my nose I sniffed heavily. Mum had a satisfied look on her face knowing I was smelling her juices. I suddenly had a wicked thought and whilst she was watching I put a finger into my mouth and sucked her juices from it. At this she groaned again and then asked, "Do I taste good baby?"

"Oh yes." I replied. "Very good."

Mum smiled, took my hand and sucked another finger, tasting her own juices.

I groaned at the eroticism of her actions. I couldn't believe I was doing this with my mother.

She held her hand out towards me and asked, "Please help me up Darling. I'm feeling a little trussed up in this dress."

I took her hand and pulled her gently to her feet. As she reached her full height she pressed herself into me and we embraced and kissed each other as lovers do. Mum pressed her body against mine and ground her pelvis against me, no doubt feeling the bulge of my cock against her stomach.

She moaned as we continued to kiss and reached around behind me and grabbed my rear, pulling us together even more tightly. I started a mildly crude movement mirroring her pelvis thrusts and rotations.

Eventually we broke our kiss and she pulled her head back looked at me and a little breathlessly said, "My goodness, Stuart. You have no idea how horny you're making me. My pussy is dripping at the thought of having you slide your hard cock into it." She then turned her back to me and said, "Unzip me please."

I took the zip on her cream dress. It was silky and the large v front showed off her chest and cleavage. The material caressed her body giving the impression of liquid flowing over it. The dress came down to just above her knees showing off her toned legs without being too provocative. It was a dress worn by a sophisticated woman, promising much, but keeping "the goods" concealed in the most beautiful of wrappings. I pulled the zip down and revealed more of her back bringing the back of her bra into view. The material appeared to be almost transparent. As the zip reached the bottom of its fastening Mum moved forward and turned around to face me.

Her hands were up on her shoulders, with her arms crossed and once she had my full attention she slowly pulled the front of her dress down first revealing the very thin bra that did nothing to conceal her breasts. Her nipples were pushing points in the front of her bra cups and her areolas seemed to be taught, pushing her nipples even higher. Slowly the dress continued to descend revealing Mum's almost flat stomach and then her suspender belt with straps passing through her panties that displayed a significant area of damp material.

Eventually she let go of the dress and it pooled at her feet. As she stepped out of the material I looked upon a goddess with her slightly pale skin, her blonde hair, her hazel eyes and her long toned, stocking covered legs in 3 inch stiletto heeled shoes. In her shoes she came close to matching my 6 feet 2 inch height.




Adam and Eve



"Wow! You're so beautiful and so sexy." I said, as if my thoughts slipped out into actual words.

With a smile and with her face, neck and chest flushing slightly she just said, "Thank you Darling. You don't know how much of a compliment that is."

With that she walked forward and we kissed again. I raised my hands to her breast and began to tease her nipples through the thin material. Mum gasped, sighed and moaned her appreciation. Suddenly she reached behind her and unclasped the bra, and slipping the straps off of her shoulders and pulling her arms out of them, I suddenly found I was holding her bra in my hands. I removed my hands and the bra came with them and I looked at her bare breasts, amazed at the extent that her nipples stood out. I flicked them and they were stiff and she immediately responded with a gasp. I couldn't help myself and leaned forward and took her left nipple into my mouth. I flicked her nipple with my tongue and sucked hard and rolled it between my teeth and lightly bit down on it. All of a sudden I heard Mum whisper breathlessly, "Oh fuck, that's good."

I switched to her right nipple and repeated my flicking, sucking and nipping, to more gasps, moans and soft words of encouragement. I decided to nip her right nipple and pull away letting it slowly slip from between my teeth and as I did she let out a long low moan. As I stood and looked at her, she had a slightly pained expression on her face. Her eyes were closed but her neck and chest were extremely red. Suddenly she half opened her eyes and caught my gaze. She smiled a whispered, "You know you've just made your mother cum, don't you?

I nodded and smiled back at her.

She continued, "I would really like you to fuck me Stuart. I don't mean make love to me, I mean FUCK me."

I was a little concerned at my very high state of arousal and said, "I'm not sure I will last more than about 5 seconds with how turned on I am."

Mum smiled and said, "That's ok I can sort that out if you like. I love the taste of cum and was hoping I would get the chance to taste your sweet cum."

With that she knelt down in front of me and ran her hand over the very pronounced bulge in my trousers. She was feeling up and down the length of my swollen member and then commented, "You feel like you're very big."

I replied, "I like to think I'm fairly well endowed. So far I've never had any complaints from any woman about me being small." I said this confidently knowing that with 8 inches and a fairly substantial girth my penis at full mast was a desirable thing for any aroused woman.

Mum smiled and returned her attention to my trousers and unbuckling my belt, then undoing the button on the waist she lowered the zip and pulled my trousers down below my knees. I slipped off my shoes and pulled my legs free and watched her as she looked intently at the bulge in my boxers.

She lifted her hands to my boxers and with a single pull sent them down past my knees and to the floor. My cock sprang forth pointing at her face. She looked up at me briefly, and then looking back at my cock and grasping it in her right hand, she asked, "Where the fuck did you get a cock like that? It's magnificent."

She began to stroke her hand up and down my shaft and kissed the end before carefully pulling my foreskin back and taking me fully into her mouth. She went to work on me with a vengeance and now it was me gasping and moaning as she very quickly and expertly blew my cock. Within only a couple of minutes I knew I was about to cum.

Breathlessly I warned her. "I'm about to cum Mum."

Without missing a stroke she continued stimulating me. All of a sudden I reached the point of no return and my cock stiffened even more and swelled further as Mum's sucking became more urgent. Then it happened. I had the most mind-blowing orgasm I'd had in my life and I seemed to ejaculate into her mouth forever. It probably was only 15 seconds or so, but for me it seemed an eternity.

She gave out a little throaty squeal as she felt the first pulse of my seed into her mouth and she eagerly continued to tease more and more from me, until my orgasm had subsided. I looked down at her and with a very "naughty girl" expression she opened her mouth showing me my semen resting there before, very deliberately, swallowing it and then showing me her empty mouth.

"My god Mum, that was so dirty! I've never cum that hard in my life before."

She smiled and replied, "I know, wasn't it hot? I wanted you to see me swallow your cum. Stuart, you taste absolutely divine."

We laughed together before she continued, "I think you ought to know that although getting a mouthful of cum is arousing for me, I orgasmed when you came and it felt like I soaked my panties again." She laughed as she finished her confession.

She began to pump my cock again and said, "Now, how about making me feel really good and stuffing this cock into my pussy?"

I reached down and lifted her up and then reversed our positions with me kneeling in front of her. Her pheromone filled aroma was almost overwhelming, but I enjoyed it as it brought me back to a state of full arousal. I grasped the top of Mum's panties and pulled them down slowly. Slowly revealing more and more of the parts of a mother that a son shouldn't see. She was closely trimmed but as the top of her slit came into view it looked as if she had shaved around her lips. Continuing to pull her panties down the crotch was caught between her legs causing the material to remain and stretch as I pulled harder. She shifted her legs apart a little more and the material freed itself providing another pheromone assault on my sense of smell.

Stepping out of her panties I lifted them to my face to inspect them. They were soaking wet, almost to the point that I wondered whether she had peed herself. However there was no hint of urine in the smells that were invading my nasal passages.

I put my hand between her legs and with her moving her feet apart even further I brought it up to her pussy and ran my finger from the back of her lips all the way up to the front and gently massaged her prominent swollen clit.

She trembled at my touch and gave a gasp as I touched her clit. All around her pussy, she was soaking wet. Mum was well and truly aroused. I continued to play with her clit for a minute or two before she suddenly grabbed my hand, stopping my stimulation and then closed her legs, further restricting my movements.

Then a little breathlessly she said, "Baby, I don't need arousing any more. You're driving me crazy. Please just put that cock of yours into me and fuck me hard and fast."

I looked up at her and saw the urgency on her face and asked, "Where and how?"

She turned and got herself onto the sofa. Her head was on the arm rest, and she angled herself kneeling with her rear in the air, and then looking back she said, "Baby, I love it doggie style."

I positioned myself behind her and ran my cock up and down her slit, coating it with her juices. Mum was pushing back at me urging me to push into her. After coating my cock, I positioned the head at the entrance of the channel I travelled to enter this world, and before I could move she pushed back at me and my cock sank into her with only a little restriction.

We both gasped as we pushed against each other burying my cock deep into her. Mum looked back at me and said, "Just fuck me hard. My pussy just needs a pounding."

With that I started to pump my cock in and out of her hard and fast.

After a couple of minutes she was breathing hard, moaning and began egging me on to fuck her harder. Holding on to her hips I could feel her starting to tremble and shake.

I began to feel her vaginal walls rippling and gripping at me. It was heightening the stimulation both physically and mentally because I knew she was enjoying it.

Mum started simply crying out "Yes!" over and over again. She cried out and tensed up as she had an obvious orgasm.

I pushed into her hard, and held myself there as she trembled and shook. All of a sudden she breathed, "Ooooh fuck!"

I then started pumping into her again, causing her to gasp as I did. I could sense myself getting closer to my own orgasm but wanted to bring her off again, to come with me. The pace and strength of my penetrations continued and I could feel Mum start to shake and tremble again. I felt the rippling and grasping of her vaginal walls indicating she was fast approaching another orgasm, which helped me start to approach my own.

We both started gasping and moaning as we both discovered our more primitive instincts.

Then the pressure started to build and I felt myself start to swell and stiffen. Mum felt it and started repeatedly shouting, "Yes!" again as she also began to shake.

It took another 30 seconds and I pushed in hard feeling my cock gripped by Mum's vibrating channel as I began to pump my cum deep into her and she was pushing back at me trying to milk every drop of cum from me.

We stayed joined not wanting to separate as we both came down from what was a very intense shared orgasm.

Eventually I said, "Jeez Mum, I've never fucked anyone like that before."

She looked back at me and said, "My goodness Stuart, my baby, I've never been fucked like that in my life."

She lifted her head and shoulders off the arm of the sofa and put one of her hands down between her legs. I felt her fingers and then pulled out of her. She cupped herself as she stood with her hand preventing any leaks.

She stood with a big smile on her face and she turned and kissed me pushing her tongue into my mouth. We French-kissed for a minute or so as we shared the afterglow of our forbidden union.

When we broke the kiss, Mum said, "I'll be back in a moment."

With her hand still between her legs she walked unsteadily towards the hallway and the toilet.

I couldn't believe it. I had just fucked my mother and it was more than my adolescent fantasies imagined. I sat down and pondered what we had just done and the only thing that happened was that I was becoming aroused again. A few minutes later Mum came back in. She had a broad and slightly erotic smile on her face as she walked towards me using long strides emphasising the sway of her hips. I never realised how erotic she was, but seeing her like this was beyond my wildest dreams and fantasies.

I was sitting on the sofa and Mum, rather than sitting next to me, stood astride my legs and sat on my knees, facing me.

She leaned forward and kissed me and when we broke the kiss I said, "Mum that was the most fantastic sex I've ever had but what do we do now?"

Smiling at me she replied, "How about we have a nightcap, go to bed and do it again?"

With a broad grin on my face I replied, "I honestly don't know how we ever got to do this, but I'm not complaining."

I smiled and ran my hands up her thighs. Feeling the sheer stockings on her legs and moving my hands up to her stocking tops, but not beyond. Mum responded by running her hands across my chest. She took the opportunity to flick my nipples. I returned the favour and Mum gasped and her nipples stiffened almost immediately.

Then she leaned in towards me and whispered in my ear, "Darling, you're being a really naughty boy playing with Mummy's tits and nipples. I tell you what if you can touch my pussy you can fuck your mother." She giggled and laughed as she sat back and looked down at her open legs where her uncovered pussy was wide open to be touched.

I went back to rubbing her legs and then without warning I ran my fingers beyond her stocking tops, onto her bare skin and then up and onto her pussy and then pushed 2 fingers into her. She jumped, laughed and squealed and then said, "You shouldn't be doing that to your mother. You should use your cock and not your fingers."

I laughed and pumped my fingers into her quicker and a little more forcefully to which she gasped and then I said, "Hey Mum, I'm touching your pussy, so that means I can fuck you now doesn't it?"

"Well Stuart, you're my son and you know that a mother and son should never have sex, but seeing as you have two fingers inside of my pussy, I think you'd better fuck me now that you've got me all hot and bothered."

We both laughed and she got up off my lap. I was hard again and as I stood my erection stood proud of my body. Mum took hold of my cock and said, "I might need this." and led me to my bedroom by my cock.

We stood next to my bed and then she removed her shoes, stockings and suspender belt and with us both naked she came into my arms and despite my very stiff cock pushing into her we embraced and kissed for several minutes.

Mum then whispered in my ear, "Stuart, you are my beautiful son, please take me to your bed and make love to me."

I replied, "I can't think of anything I'd like to do more."

With that we went to bed and spent the rest of the early hours making love. It was fun, intense and emotional and we both fell asleep exhausted at around 7:00 am.

**************

It was around midday and I woke up with my mother still asleep naked next to me. I was still thinking about the time after we got back from the party. I couldn't have been dreaming as Mum was in my bed. Also the bed smelled of sex. In the sober light of day the realisation hit me that I had had sex with my mother.

I quietly got out of bed, grabbed a robe and left Mum asleep. I got some coffee and toast and sitting at the breakfast bar I kept thinking about what we'd done. About half an hour later I felt a hand on my shoulder and I nearly jumped out of my skin. I looked around and Mum's smile greeted me.

"Good morning." I said a little sheepishly.

Mum laughed and responded, "Good morning lover."

She then kissed me and wandered to the cupboard to get a mug. It was then that I realised she was naked.

"Mum. Do you have no modesty?" I asked with a smile.

Looking back at me with a naughty smile she replied, "Darling, your face has been inches away from my pussy. You have touched places that most men, let alone my son should have never touched. What's there to be modest about?"

I simply laughed and shook my head at the pragmatism of her reply.

She continued, "Anyway, you've seen it all so what's the point of covering up?"

"Fair point." I replied.

"Stuart, there is also the possibility that you might get a hard on and want to fuck me again, so clothes will only get in the way."

"Mum, what has got into you?"

She laughed and turning back to me having filled her mug with coffee said, "Let me tell you something that you don't know about me." With that she sat on the stool next to me, facing me with her legs open allowing me a free view of her trimmed pussy.

Continuing she said, "Let me explain. As you found out last night, when I get tipsy I get really horny. When I get horny I could be classed as a nymphomaniac. I just can't get enough sex. I just love a cock sliding in and out of me. The more I get fucked the more I want to fuck, and it sort of escalates until I get to a point where I just about pass out. When that happens, I usually wake up pretty satisfied. I can tell you Stuart, I am satisfied."

We sat quietly for a few moments. Eventually I couldn't contain myself and needed to ask, "So what do we do now?"

"Baby, we can do whatever we want." She replied very frankly.

"What do you mean? We've had sex. How do we go back to mother and son, and what happens if we want each other again?"

With her familiar loving smile she replied, "Darling, all the boundaries have been crossed as far as I'm concerned. We can go back to mother and son if you like or we can have an incestuous sexual relationship, or even just have sex once in a while to quell our physical urges. It's entirely up to you."

"So if I called you one day and asked you to come and stay, in my bed, you wouldn't mind?"

She gave a little laugh and said, "Of course not. Although I would hope that if I'm in your bed you'd give me the pleasure of pumping my pussy full of your cum with that gorgeous cock of yours."

I couldn't believe it I actually felt myself blushing at her comment. With that she leaned forward, kissed me and then whispered, "You know you're irresistible when you blush like that." She kissed me again and we laughed.

"Why don't we go out for a late lunch today?" She asked as she stood up.

"You're a little under-dressed aren't you?" I asked laughing.

Laughing with me she replied, "That can be fixed. I'm going for a shower." Then she turned and headed towards the bathroom.

I watched as she exaggerated the sway of her hips as she walked. Half way to the bathroom she stopped and looked back at me with a very naughty expression and said, "You can join me if you like."

"I think I'll pass or I'm afraid we might not make lunch."

Mum started back toward the bathroom and I caught her saying "Pity." as she disappeared from view.

Nearly an hour later Mum joined me in the lounge where I was waiting for her. She had a thick skirt suit on and her thick overcoat over her arm, plus knee-length boots.

We headed out towards Chew Valley and had lunch at a pub in Stanton Drew. We pulled into the car park and as I went to get out of the car Mum grabbed my arm and said, "Stuart, I have a confession to make."

I looked across at her a little concerned and asked, "What's the matter?"

She smiled and replied, "Nothing is the matter, it's just that I decided to go commando today."

My mouth just hung open for a few seconds as I took in this revelation.

"Mum!" I exclaimed.

She just sat there laughing, mainly at my reaction. Still laughing she said, "You can slide your hand up my skirt and check if you like."

"Perhaps I'll check after we've had lunch otherwise I doubt we'll get to eat any food." I replied desperately wanting to get through the meal without incident.

We went in and had a drink, soft drinks for me, and then sat and ate lunch. All during lunch Mum kept reminding me of her lack of underwear and kept us both giggling like kids as a result. Not only that but I was constantly in a state of arousal with my cock changing from semi-erect to fully erect as our conversation changed between idle chit chat and Mum's reminders of her lack of panties. I so desperately wanted to run my hand up between her legs and rub her pussy, but I managed to contain myself.

Eventually we finished lunch with Mum having a final drink and we decided to head back to the car.

I opened the door for her and she got into the car. By the time I had got into the driver's seat she had raised the hem of her skirt so that her stocking tops were clearly visible as well as a small glimpse of her bare thighs above the stockings. She shifted herself forward in the seat and opened her knees a little more, and unable to contain myself any further I placed my hand on the inside of her right leg and began to rub up and down her thigh between the stocking tops and her knee.

"Mmmm." Mum moaned and then said, "You can go higher up my leg Darling."

On the next upstroke I went beyond her stockings and decided to go straight for the honey pot and kept going until my hand met her pussy. Mum gasped at my contact and moaned again. I couldn't believe just how wet she was and it was only now I was noticing her aroma. I began to rub her clit and she tilted her hips in rhythm with my hand.

It was then I realised just how slick everything was and said, "Mum, you are soaking wet."

"Yes Darling. I've been creaming myself all through lunch. To be honest I was a little surprised at not having a damp patch as I could feel my pussy leaking all through lunch."

I continued to rub her clit with her continuing to gyrate her hips before sliding two fingers into her causing her to jump and shudder.

"Don't stop baby." She demanded. "Pump your fingers into me, I'm on the edge and about to cum" she added as she began to pant through her arousal.




Adam and Eve



I pumped my fingers in and out of her quickly and kept using my thumb to contact her clit. She was groaning and panting and writhing as I did so.

Suddenly she gasped, "Oh fuck. Nnnnnnnng. Don't stop." With a pained expression she suddenly froze clamping her knees together onto my arm. Then after a couple of seconds she started to tremble, then shake and her pussy clamped hard onto my fingers as she let out a final gasp as she was gripped in a surprisingly intense orgasm. I held my hand in place as she slowly began to relax.

I began to pull my hand out and Mum immediately closed her legs on my arm and said, "No Baby. Please leave your hand there for a while longer, and just move it gently."

I began a very gentle and slow circular motion with my hand which had her sighing with pleasure.

"Oh my goodness. That is just what I needed. Thank you Baby, I've been so turned on and I just needed to release some tension."

"My pleasure Mum." I replied.

She got her naughty expression back and corrected me, "No Darling, it was definitely my pleasure." Then she laughed and opening her knees she said, "If you pull your hand out, can I lick your fingers clean?"

She was looking me straight in the eyes as I checked that I'd heard her correctly. "Sure." I replied as I pulled my hand out and offered my fingers to her. She took my hand and pushing my fingers into her mouth she sucked and licked my fingers.

Eventually removing my fingers she closed her eyes and was obviously savouring the taste and then said, "I love the taste of my own juices. Why don't you dip your fingers in again and have a taste?"

I decided to take her up on her offer and slid my hand back up her skirt and pushed a couple of fingers back into her coating them once again with her juices. Pulling my fingers out I pushed them into my mouth and sucked her slick juices from them. "She did taste good," I thought to myself.

As I was doing this I felt her hand on my very hard cock. She said, "My baby has a very hard cock. Would you like me to relieve you of some tension?"

"That would be good," I replied, "but I think we ought to get out of the car park before someone sees us."

"Aww!" Mum responded. "I suppose you're right, so where are you taking me?"

"It's a surprise." I laughed as I pulled out of the car park.

We drove for a few minutes and I pulled up alongside the edge of Chew Valley Lake. It was already fairly dark at just after 4pm, and no other cars were present.

I switched the car off and turned all the lights out so we were in darkness.

"Can I help you now Darling?" Mum asked.

"Oh yes. There appears to be a lot of tension that needs releasing."

With a laugh she said, "Yeah, I bet."

I felt her hands on my trousers and very quickly she had freed my cock and suddenly engulfed it with her warm wet mouth.

"Oh fuck!" I exclaimed and then sat back and enjoyed a blowjob from heaven.

Mum was slurping and sucking and pumping my cock as my pleasure increased. To be honest it took a little longer than I expected but I started to climb towards that delicious release. Mum seemed to sense my increased stiffness and increased her stimulation. I just started panting and gasping as I approached the point of no return. All of a sudden I thought about it being my mother giving me a blowjob and that was it. I started to shoot jets of cum into her mouth and she moaned and swallowed and without spilling a single drop swallowed everything I gave her. Eventually my orgasm subsided and she became very gentle, changing to licking and sucking very lightly.

"That was sensational." I said softly after feeling that I had just experienced the best blowjob of my life.

"I'm glad you liked it. I do pride myself on giving a good blowjob." She whispered back.

She continued, "Come on Baby, let's head home. After tasting your cum I'm horny again and I bet that by the time we get home you'll be hard again, and I'm certain I wouldn't want to waste dessert."

"My god Mum, you sound like an addict." I laughed.

As the car fired up and the dashboard lit up, I saw Mum smiling before she said, "I think I might be addicted to you."

"Why do you think that?" I asked as we pulled away.

"It's very simple darling. Since we first had sex that's all I've thought about. It's not just the sex it's because it's sex with you, my son. I'm just getting a total thrill out of committing incest with you. The sex is so much more intense with you than it has ever been with anyone else."

I thought about her comment for a moment and then responded, "I know what you mean."

We travelled in silence for most of the rest of the way home. Having parked and closed the door to my apartment Mum just leaped on me, kissing me, embracing me and grinding herself against my crotch.

Breaking away I managed to say, "My God, I still can't believe you're acting like this."

Pausing at my comment, Mum replied, "I really don't know why. You just make me feel constantly horny. Whenever I'm around you I just need to have your cock inside me. Even now my pussy is just aching for your cock, and it's an ache I've never had with anyone else before."

I smiled, both at the conquest that had unexpectedly occurred and Mum's inability to control herself. As much as I love her dearly, she has turned into some kind of sex-crazed nymphomaniac when she's around me. I then added, "You know you're going to have to control yourself, don't you?"

With a raised eyebrow and that naughty smile on her face she replied, "Why?"

Becoming a little serious I said, "Because, for one, you're my mother and you can't act like this when people that know us are around. It would be even worse if Dad ever found out. Do you think he would use the knowledge against you, or us?"

Mum managed to calm herself down a little, and looked like her favourite toy had been taken away from her. Considering my question she said, "You're right Stuart, we could cause problems for ourselves. As far as your father is concerned, he may want to get back at me, so I suppose you're right.

"I'm sorry Darling. I'll try to control myself, but it is so hard knowing that you have that beautiful cock of yours primed and willing to slide into my pussy." With that she giggled.

"Mum!" I admonished. "I see you like to talk dirty as well."

She grinned broadly and just said, "Sometimes."

I needed to calm her down a bit otherwise she was going to wear me out so I decided I needed a distraction, so I said, "You must be a mess between your legs. I know I feel a bit sticky as well. I haven't phoned Dad so why don't you go and have a bath and get changed, and I'll give Dad a call and we can sort out dinner a little later?"

With a frown on her face she said, "If you say so. As long as we can play later." She winked and gave me a smile.

"Yes we can play later." I replied.

"Ok." And with that she disappeared into her room and then went into the bathroom.

At last a bit of a breather. I called Dad and spent about 20 minutes chatting to him. He felt pretty stupid and sounded fairly depressed. He did admit that it was his fault and was hoping for an opportunity to talk to Mum and hopefully sort things out. He admitted that she had every right to be very angry with him and hoped she would just give him a chance to say how sorry he was, even if they never got back together.

We wished each other a happy new year and I put the phone down feeling quite sorry for him. However the selfish side of my nature kicked in and I sort of hoped they didn't get back together because that might mean I could lose Mum's intimate physical attention.

I sat quietly contemplating what had happened and what might happen in the future. Going over Mum's behaviour and almost desperation for sexual contact. I smiled to myself at living the fantasy of having sex with her and wondered just how much further that might progress, if it does beyond this visit.

All of a sudden I was brought out of my contemplation by, "I'm finished Darling!" coming from the bathroom door. Mum stood there smiling with a towel wrapped around her. Then she laughed, pulled the top and it dropped to the floor. With another laugh she disappeared into her room.

I decided to have a shower and passing Mum's door I shouted, "I'm going for a shower."

"Ok." came her reply.

I stripped and got in the shower. It was nice to feel the hot water massage my skin, as I soaped and rinsed my hair and body. I finished washing and simply stood under the water allowing it to beat down upon my head and shoulders, with the gentle tickle of the water running down my stomach, back and legs. After about five minutes I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel and began to dry myself.

I freshened myself up and wrapped the towel around my waist and walked back to my bedroom. I put on jeans and a shirt and then headed out into the lounge where Mum was sat with a drink watching the television.

"What are you watching?" I asked.

"I don't know. Just some film that's just started. I thought I'd watch it and surprise myself." she replied.

"Would you like a drink?" I asked, heading towards the kitchen.

"Yes please, but only a coffee."

With coffee made and in my hand and a cold soft drink for me I went and sat next to Mum.

We settled down and just sat together for the next 90 minutes or so watching a film that neither of us knew what it was. We cuddled into each other, but apart from the odd check that we were comfortable we didn't really converse.

The film finished and I got us both another drink and turned on some background music.

I sat back down handing Mum her drink and asked, "If I ask you a question will you be honest?"

"It depends on the question, but I'll try." she replied.

"What are you going to do about Dad?"

Mum thought for a while before replying, "Well on one level that's between your father and me, but I'll be frank with you Stuart. He's betrayed me. Regardless of what was going on in our marriage, he didn't talk to me. Instead he went off and fucked that tart he worked with. If he had talked to me we could have worked it out.

"Yes we were in a bit of a rut, but we could have worked our way through it if we talked to each other. I sort of still love him, but I don't think I could ever trust him. I couldn't trust him not to hurt me like that again. So I'm not sure I'm prepared to risk giving him a chance to do to me again what he's done."

She looked down and sat quietly while I absorbed what she had said.

"So what do we do now?"

"Well, to be honest, I've loved the last few days and the sex with you, so I'd be happy for it to continue for a while. But only if you want it to. It will probably mean that I have to come down here if I want good sex, but it doesn't stop us making arrangements to go elsewhere, if you'd prefer."

I was a little curious by her answer, "What do you mean? If I came up to you we couldn't have sex?"

Mum smiled, "Of course it doesn't; after all what happens behind closed doors stays there. What I meant is that it might be more difficult because neighbours and friends know us both, so it would mean we wouldn't be able to relax in public. That's all." 

"Ah, I see what you mean."

"Stuart, what do you want to get out of our rather inappropriate relationship?"

Laughing I replied, "Well I get a kick out of seeing you have an orgasm. After that I'd probably consider anything."

Mum raised her eyebrows and smiled.

As much as I thought Dad was a bit of an idiot, I wondered if there was any way back for him with Mum. It was a sort of double edged question, because on the one hand I didn't want him to be as unhappy as he was when I spoke to him, but I also didn't want to give up Mum. This New Year with Mum was completely mind blowing. I never imagined her to have such an active sex drive and it seems this was even higher when it related to sex with me.

With a very serious expression I asked, "What's going to happen to Dad?"

Her expression darkened a little, "What do you mean?"

"Is there any chance you might take him back, I mean he is my Dad, after all?"

Mum laughed, "Yes, he is your father and I won't get in the way of that, but as far as him and I getting back together is concerned," and then she paused and thought for a couple of seconds before continuing, "there's more chance of hell freezing over!"

I was a little taken back by how deeply she was obviously hurt by Dad.

"So if doing what he did has betrayed you so much, what will happen if I find someone?" I asked.

With a smile brightening her face she replied, "Stuart, you didn't stand at an altar and promise to be faithful to me. You haven't come home after fucking another woman and then fuck me claiming I'm the only woman you love."

I was stung a little by Mum's answer and then asked again, "So what would happen if I find someone?"

Mum's expression softened, and then she smiled at me and quietly replied, "When you find someone I will be happy for you. I'm not your wife and you have made no promise to me so I have no right to hold you to any unmade promise. All I ask is that you are always honest with me."

"You know I can't lie to you, for one I wouldn't and ever since I was a kid you have been able to read me like a book."

"Let's not talk about this now, perhaps another time. I don't want to spoil this visit. You've been so good to me in so many ways, and I just want us to enjoy each other. Stuart, there is something about being so emotionally and physically intimate with you that I just don't understand. The only thing I would say is that for now I don't want it to stop."

Looking at her, tears formed in the corner of her eyes, but the smile remained.

"Mum, I don't understand what has happened between us either, but I do know that I love you and I would never do anything to hurt you. Plus I'd be an idiot to throw away any opportunity to have sex with you."

Throwing her head back and laughing out loud she said, "It's always the same with men, they're always thinking with their cocks!"

We both laughed for a minute or so, before Mum winked at me to grab my attention and then said, "Don't get me wrong about men, sometimes women disengage their brains and only think with their pussies!"

"Is that what you've been doing since the New Year's party?"

Mum's face and neck actually flushed, hinting at embarrassment before she said, "I guess that's probably right. So if you want to continue sliding that beautiful cock of yours into my pussy, I suggest you avoid trying to get me to think sensibly."

I knew which side my bread was buttered and decided that it would be better to change the subject.

"Would you like a drink?" I asked.

"Yes please, a wine would be nice." After I got up she added, "I'm going to change into something more comfortable."

With that she got up and headed into her room.

I poured a couple of glasses and bringing them back to the sofa I sat and waited for Mum to come back.

All of a sudden her door opened and I looked over towards her. My jaw dropped as she approached me with a very naughty smile on her face. She had heels on and black hold-up stockings and a sort of dress or night dress that was made of stocking material. It came down to just below her crotch with an inch or two of lacy hem. The plunging neckline came down to just above her navel with her breasts and pussy on display as if she was naked. She was striding towards me with an authority that was also a little surprising.

I was so taken aback by the vision of mature sexuality before me that I wanted my mother more than any other woman ever in the whole of my life. I got up and stood waiting for her to reach me and mouthed, "Wow" as she approached. Mum smiled broadly and seductively as she stepped into my embrace. Our mouths clamped together in a kiss that certainly took my breath away. Mum seemed to demonstrate an eagerness that despite all the sex we'd had which hadn't surfaced before.

Our mouth's parted and moving her mouth to my ear Mum whispered, "Would you prefer your father to have me or would you like to keep me for yourself?"

She had me. She understood my dilemma. Loyalty to my father or my own selfish desire. I whispered back, "You're far too perceptive, you know. I think I'm going to have to be selfish and keep you for myself. Especially looking like you do."

She laughed and came back with, "Good. I knew you would do the right thing. If you like the way I look why don't you just fuck me, because at this moment I'm as horny as hell?"

I held her away from me at arm's length and looked her up and down. Bringing my eyes back up to meet hers she asked, "Like what you see?" with a very seductive expression on her face.

I smiled back and answered, "You are the sexiest woman I've ever seen. I doubt there is a man on the planet that wouldn't want to fuck you, looking like that. You're even sexier than you have been in my dirtiest fantasies."

With a very satisfied grin on her face she said, "Well, a resounding endorsement. Thank you Darling, you really don't understand how erotic it is to hear you say that."

With that she descended to her knees and set about undoing my trousers, which very quickly hit the floor for me to step out of, rapidly followed by my boxers. My cock was now swaying directly in front of Mum's face. She seemed to be being charmed by the snake swaying in front of her eyes.

After a few moments she leaned forward and simply slid her mouth over my cock and set about sucking me off. She only did this for a minute or so while I removed my shirt. With only my shoes and socks on Mum removed her mouth and took hold of me feet in turn relieving me of my footwear leaving me naked. She then stood up and kissed me quickly. She was flushed and seemed a little tense.

Stepping back from me she said, "C'mon stud, sit down and let me sit on that gorgeous cock of yours. I need to fuck you."

I smiled, now needing to couple with Mum nearly as much as she seemed to need to do so with me. I sat down and watched as she stepped astride my knees. Her legs parted and looking up at her crotch she was very obviously ready with her lips and the tops of her thighs very clearly coated in her vaginal lubricant. She was 'hot to trot' as they say.

I raised my hand and ran a couple of fingers between her pussy lips, coating my fingers with her juices. I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked my fingers clean, savouring the taste and smell of my mother's sex. Mum groaned as she watched me taste her juices. I repeated the action, coating my fingers again, but this time I offered them to Mum who enthusiastically consumed her own excretions closing her eyes to allow herself to concentrate on the taste and smell invading her senses. She also let out a small "Mmmmm" as she indulged herself.

Her eyes suddenly snapped open and there was a determination etched across her face.

"Stuart, I need your cock." She said as she moved herself towards me, now with her knees on the sofa either side of my thighs, which I had now taken hold of, not only to stimulate her a little, but also to guide her crotch to engage with my own.

She was in position, and her hand grasped my very turgid member, engaging it with her opening and without further ceremony she lowered herself onto me, with her arousal eliminating any resistance to our sexual organs sliding smoothly together.

Her velvety channel was hot and felt like heaven as she began to raise and lower herself along my length. Her muscles felt as if they were rippling and grasping at my cock as she rose and fell on me.

Periodically we were both groaning and gasping as the excitement and stimulation increased. I diverted my concentration to Mum's breasts and grasped them, thumbing her nipples. She leaned into me allowing me to suck and lick her nipples. Mum groaned as my mouth went to work, sometimes struggling to stay in contact as she continued to bounce on my cock.




Adam and Eve: Black Love



Is there such a thing as too much of anything in this life? I sure hope not. My name is Evelyn Kara Auberge. I am head over heels in love with a reformed player from the States. Here's a little bit about me. I was born in the town of Cap-Haitien in the island of Haiti but I barely remember it because I've lived in the region of Ontario, Canada, ever since I could remember. These days, I'm a recent graduate of Carleton University in the City of Ottawa ( I've got a Master's degree in Psychology ) and I also work as a Newcomer Issues Counselor for the Social Services Department. Since I speak like ten languages, and the Province of Ontario is a beacon for immigrants, they keep me around. I'm one of three non-White employees on the overcrowded first floor of the office headquarters. Nice, eh? When I'm not giving advice to people from places whose names I can't pronounce, I'm an amateur dominatrix.

Right now, I'm dating this great guy named Adam Herbert. I met Adam while visiting some friends in the suburb of Kanata, Ontario. He recently moved there from his hometown of metropolitan Gary, State of Indiana. Adam is six feet two inches tall, well-built and handsome, with light brown skin, curly Black hair and pale green eyes. He was born in the United States to an Italian mother and African-American father. I was pleasantly surprised to meet a good-looking Black man in Kanata because it's quite possibly the whitest part of the City of Ottawa metropolitan area. Walk around Kanata and they stare at you if you're Black, Asian, Arab, Hispanic, Aboriginal or pretty much anything other than White. Trust me, I know. I've lived in Canada for twenty six of my twenty seven years. When Adam told me he was from America, I was shocked. Why in hell would an American move to Ottawa?

Adam told me he came to the Province of Ontario for work opportunities. Things were BAD in the State of Indiana, apparently. We exchanged phone numbers, and got to know each other. By now I should know not to trust good-looking guys who have smooth operator written all over them. I did a bit of research on Adam Herbert. He was born in Gary, Indiana, on February 5, 1987. Damn. That makes him two years younger than me. I was born at Justinian Hospital in downtown Cap-Haitien, Republic of Haiti, on November 8, 1985. Adam was a real troublemaker in Indiana. A long list of petty crimes from theft inside Wal-Mart to joyriding and also indecent exposure. Yeah, Adam Herbert was bad news alright. How he managed to get a Canadian work permit with a list of offenses in his record, I'll never know. Looking into it, I found out why. All the stunts he pulled happened while he was still a brat. The grown-up Adam Herbert had a Bachelor's degree in Criminal Justice from Indiana University Northwest. Wow. I was impressed. Brother graduated with Honors and he was the valedictorian of his class back in 2007.

Adam came to Ottawa looking for work, and he was getting frustrated. It's not easy being a foreigner in Canada, even if you're from almighty America. And if you happen to be Black, it's going to be tough as hell for you. I can relate, believe me. I'm a Canadian citizen who speaks French, English, Spanish, Haitian Creole, Portuguese, Swahili, Algerian Arabic, Mandarin Chinese, Japanese and German. I've got a Master's degree in Psychology from Carleton University, one of the best schools in the Ontario region of Canada. I'm smart and sexy, standing five feet eleven inches tall while barefoot. I've got dark brown skin, a curvy body and what fools refer to as a ghetto booty. I'm a Haitian woman with a big derriere there's not much I can do about it because I've got African DNA. It's a gift and a curse, believe me. I look good in business suits, and I'm always rocking my dreads. I'm not getting rid of them because they don't look 'professional.' If the Arab chick at work can wear her hijab on the job, I can wear my dreads. Thank you very much.

I know I should be doing better things with my life than working at the Ottawa Department of Social Services, listening to immigrants whine about how tough life in Canada can be, all for a measly twenty bucks per hour. Before you cuss me out, listen up. In Canada, they tax you to death. Twenty bucks per hour is merely sixteen dollars after the government gets its taxes. In Canada, the minimum wage is ten dollars an hour. I don't make much more than people working at McDonalds, even though I've got degrees up the yin yang. Sounds like fun, eh? Yeah, believe me when I say I could relate to Adam Herbert's frustration with the system in Canada. I encouraged my new friend to enroll in Law School. I helped him with the process. First, we created an account for him with O.U.A.C. the Ontario Universities Application Center. Then he applied to the University of Ottawa's School of Law as an international student. He had to get his transcripts mailed from Indiana University Northwest, along with a study permit from the Canadian government. 

Now that Adam's application to one of Canada's best law schools was underway, he had to get himself a job. Adam applied to work with the Canadian Department of National Defense, since he had a Criminal Justice degree from the States and he was once in the U.S. Army National Guard. They told him they couldn't hire him because he was American, not Canadian. THAT really bothered Adam because the U.S. government hires foreign contractors from places like Canada, Australia, New Zealand and England all the time to work for government agencies. Unlike the American government, Canada was closed to foreigners. Adam grew semi-depressed after this and several other setbacks. Finally, I encouraged him to apply for work with an armored truck company. After all, he had a gun licence from the State of Indiana. Adam had to get a gun licence from the Province of Ontario, and that wasn't easy. He also had to undergo security guard training. Next came the security clearance process. His personal information was analyzed by the FBI on the U.S. side and the Royal Canadian Mounted Police on the Canadian side. After a grueling few months, he made it. He now drives an armored truck for G4S, a private security company, along with other armed guards on overnight shifts.

I let Adam know that in Canada, they charge international students a lot more than local ones. He began working for G4S, making twenty five bucks per hour on eight-to-twelve hour shifts. It's always fun when a man rises above a woman in pay and accomplishment after she sacrifices so much to help him get where he's at. Isn't it? Throughout this lengthy and tedious process, I stood by Adam's side. He started making money, more money than me, in fact, and I told myself I was happy for him. The day he got accepted into Ottawa University's Law School, we went out to celebrate. My sexy American stud took me to this neat little restaurant called East Side Mario's, and we had ourselves a good time. I really enjoyed talking to him about his plans for the future. Adam was really optimistic. He thought he could make something of himself in Canada. I liked being with him, and the restaurant was neat. The food was delicious. Afterwards, we took the bus and walked around downtown. Just a well-dressed, happy and smiling non-couple. 

That night, Adam and I sat inside Confederation Park, looking at the stars. Yes, you can see them in the Ottawa night sky. I had so many thoughts swirling about my head. Throughout dinner and the entire outing, Adam mainly talked about himself. His plans at the University of Ottawa Law School. His goal of being an international lawyer, practicing both in Canada and America. Him. Him. Him. Oh, my. I sat there, silently wondering why I always chose these guys. At work, I help all kinds of people. Sometimes it's rewarding. Often, they don't even remember me five minutes after I've done everything I can to help improve their lives. That's always been my problem. I take care of people. I send money to my parents in Montreal, Quebec. They're enjoying their retirement. I send money to my older brother Jose, who does nothing with his time except chasing and impregnating fat white women. Why he bothered getting a Master's degree in Art History from Carleton University, I'll never know. I take care of everyone. Who takes care of me?

I thought about my ex-boyfriend Lars Henderson. He seemed like a dream come true at first. Tall and good-looking, with alabaster skin, blond hair and blue eyes. A native of Heidelberg, Germany, he came to Ottawa, Ontario, to study civil engineering at Carleton University. We met during my last year in the psych program. I date men of different races and cultures. Black men, white men, Hispanic men, doesn't matter as long as the chemistry is right. I fell for Lars. He seemed like he was out to conquer the world, and he called me his Black Goddess. I'm tall, chubby and nerdy. Nobody ever called me a Goddess before. Yeah, I fell for him. And he cheated on me with a Chinese bitch. Yeah, I've got lousy taste in men. Doesn't matter what color they are, I tend to fall for men who love themselves.

Here I was, sitting on the park bench with Adam, listening to him talk about himself. Argh. I seriously felt like screaming. What stopped me? Adam gently took my hand. That made me freeze. He'd never even touched me before, except playfully and teasingly, in a buddy kind of way. Adam took my hand and looked into my eyes. Smiling, he brought my hand to his lips. When he did that, a tingle spread from the top of my hand to....well, everywhere. Adam smiled, and thanked me for helping him. Locking eyes with me, he told me that he'd be nothing without me. He would have given up on himself and his dreams if I hadn't been there, helping him along the way. I smiled at him. Adam smiled cockily, and then he kissed me.



Adam & Eve - Eve Loses a Bet



Eve strolled around the pool table in her tiny black skirt, holding the pool cue at her sexy hip, leaning far over the table as her full breasts plunged out of the push up bra she was wearing underneath the thin, tight white t-shirt. Adam's eyes widened as she gave him the perfect view down her shirt. Eve bit her lip slightly, lining up the cue ball, aiming for the eight ball as she whispered, "Eight ball in the pocket near the bulge in your crotch." Her eyes twinkled as she peeked up at him, seeing his eyes were fixed on her shirt. She chuckled to herself, slowly drawing the pool cue back, striking the ball as the eight ball sailed towards the pocket and fell inside. She raised her arms triumphantly, her breasts lifting with the movement as she squealed, "Yesssss!"

"Nice shot princess, but don't get so excited, we are all tied up and we said best of three." He chuckled as he started to rack the balls for the third, and final, game. He watched her as she did a sexy little victory dance. His cock had been rock hard since halfway through the first game, and she was way too good at teasing him when they played pool. They had made a serious bet on these three games, and Adam intended to win it. He was looking forward to her having to come to his office and let him fuck her on the conference table, and she was desperately looking forward to an entire day at the spa with a happy ending in the steam room. Adam had to admit, losing this bet didn't sound that bad either, but he was ultra-competitive, and had tried to talk her into letting him take her on his office desk for almost a year, so he wanted to win very badly. He finished racking the balls, and offered her the break, which she accepted.

Eve bent over again, revealing her amazing breasts as she struck the cue ball, sending the balls scattering all over the table, until one finally dropped in the corner pocket. She cheered again, while Adam's cock grew harder, watching her breasts bounce slightly as she jumped up and down. 

Adam decided that it was time to utilize the special rule, which had always been that you could use your hands during Game 3 of a sex bet on the pool table. Eve seemed to sense what he was thinking, and quickly tried to line up her shot. Before she knew it, she felt his thick bulge up tight against her ass as she bent over the pool table, moaning softly as she tried to relax. She narrowed her eyes as she felt the firm outline of his thick cock rubbing slowly up and down the back of her thin skirt, sucking in a breath as she lined up her shot, striking the ball only to watch it miss the target by a few inches. "Damn! You are such a cheater!"

Adam smiled to himself, shrugging, "You know the rules darling." Grinning wickedly as he turned from her, slowly chalking his stick before turning back to the table. 

Adam's eyes snapped wide open as he realized she had taken off her shirt, her breasts nearly plunging out of her push-up bra. Her skirt pushed down her hips slightly, exposing the two strings of her tiny thong. She strolled over to him, leaning in against his chest as her breasts pressed in against him, whispering against his ear lobe softly, "Fair is fair." She grinned up at him as her hand gently grasped the outline of his thick shaft, pumping it once through his pants before backing away. She bit her lip as she watched him try to compose himself, finding the shot he wanted. He leaning over the table as 

Eve stood across the table, taking a pool cue, sliding it between her legs, and grinding down on it as she moaned hungrily, her back arching as her breasts thrust up in the air, gasping for breath as she watched him struggle to concentrate on the shot. She shrieked loudly as he shot, trying to rattle him, and pouted hard as she watched the ball drop into the pocket. "You have been practicing?" She arched a curious brow, growling as she watched him nod back at her. Adam began to line up his next shot, eyes widening as he sees her slowly undoing her bra, letting it fall to the ground, her breasts plunging out, her nipples hard from the cool air in the basement. Adam groans under his breath, trying hard to peer down at the ball while Eve leans over the table, her breasts dangling just above the pocket. Adam pulls back, shoots, and missed the shot by a quarter of an inch, muttering a curse word as Eve jumps up and down, causing Adam's cock to throb hard.

Eve quickly grabbed the cue, running over to where she wanted to line up a shot. She tried not to look as Adam slid his pants down, thick shaft plunging outward. She shuddered hard as she felt it run up the back of her thigh, gripping the pool cue harder as she tried to concentrate on the shot, whispering under her breath, "You never play fair." She pulls the cue back, striking it forward as she feels the swollen head bumping the thin skin between her ass and pussy, causing her to jump and miss the shot by several inches. "Adam! You filthy cheater!"

He laughs to himself, thick cock hard as he walks over to the other side of the table, "What are you going to do about it?" Arching a slow brow, chalking his stick before beginning to line up his pool shot. She scurried over to him quickly, wrapping her tiny fingertips around his thick cock, squeezing softly over and over as he lines up his shot, feeling his body jerk slightly with each squeeze. Adam's eyes peer down at the far pocket, gasping as he feels her pump her tiny hand over his huge cock, groaning softly as he strikes the ball, yelling out as the ball drops into the pocket. Eve pouts hard, following him around the table as he lines up a really easy shot, she decides not to waste her breath on this one, watching him knock in his third ball. He turns quickly to line up another shot, and she jumps back into action, sliding up against him from behind, pressing her bare breasts against his back, hands wrapping around and gripping his cock with each hand, slowly pumping from behind as he groans hungrily. He hacks at the shot, and the balls shoot in the wrong direction.

Eve laughs under her breath, moving to her shot, glancing around the table, gasping as she feels him pushing up against her from behind as she bends over. Lifting quickly onto her tip toes, moaning as she feels two fingers pushing inside of her soaking pussy from around her hip, her body shakes hard, stuttering softly, "You are going to go there already? We are not even halfway through..." She gasps loudly as she feels him curl his fingertips inside of her, brushing them over her g-spot. Her body shakes slightly, lining up her shot, sucking in a deep breath, groaning as she feels him pump his fingers into her right as she shoots. Cursing under her breath as she watches the balls scatter, cursing again as she watches his fourth ball drop into the pocket. She had sunk his ball. She growled loudly, moaning softly as she felt his knuckles drag from her soaking pussy. 

Adam walked over to another easy shot, as Eve watched, pouting now as she fell further behind as he sunk another ball. Her heart started to pound. She glanced around the table, realizing he had only two balls left, but she still had six to sink before she was able to go for the eight ball. Desperate times called for desperate measures. While he was looking at his next shot, she instantly dropped to her knees, wrapping her breasts around his thick cock as she squeezed her breasts around it, she slowly slid her breasts up and down his thick cock, listening to him groan, she knew he loved the feel of her breasts teasing his hard cock. She moaning softly as he bent over the table, moving her breasts faster over his cock, feeling him trying not to thrust against them. She growled loudly as she heard the ball drop into the pocket, his laughter confirming that he had made another shot. He slowly pulled back, moving to another part of the table, as Eve crawled quickly after him, knowing what she had to do to win. He was lining up his shot when he felt her lips wrap firmly over the swollen head of his hard cock, sucking hard as her hands reached around, cupping his ass. He groaned hungrily, bending over the table, lining up his shot as she sucked urgently, trying all of his favorite things to distract him, rolling her tongue around his shaft, squeezing his balls, grinding his swollen head against the deepest part of her throat, and moaning wildly over his cock, sending vibrations running through him. 

Adam was groaning uncontrollably, taking his time with the shot as Eve sucked harder, gasping as she felt him thrust into her throat, sucking hungrily before feeling him thrust again. Eve pulled back quickly, "Hey! You are a cheater, you can't just let me stay down here until you cum!" Right as she said it, she heard the ball drop into the pocket. "Noooooo! Cheater!"

Adam shook his head, shrugging as he moved towards his ball, lining up the cue ball on the 8-ball, lining up an easy shot for the win. Eve ran over to him, pushing him away from the table, pressing him up against the wall, whispering against his lips, "What is it going to take for me to get you to forfeit?" Her eyes peering hungrily into his as she pressed her tight stomach against his huge cock, her breasts pressing tightly into his chest.

Adam brushed his warm lips down over hers, whispering softly, "There is nothing you can do to stop me from trying to win the right to fuck you on my desk at work." Grinning wickedly, pushing her to the side as he walks towards the table slowly.

Eve grabs him from behind, pushing him back against the wall, nipping at his neck, whispering urgently, "Fine, what will it take to get you to miss this next shot to give me a chance for a comeback?" Arching a desperate brow, squeezing his cock tight in her tiny fingertips.

Adam groaned hungrily, whispering softly, "You can finish what you started." He grinned wickedly, glancing down at his hard cock. She nodded, slowly dropping to her knees before Adam gripped her arms, shaking his head. "Not there." He lifted her in his arms, stripping her thong and skirt off, laying her on a bare spot on the pool table, positioning her on her back, letting her head hang back over the edge of the table. He grinned wickedly, slowly walking over to where her head lay back over the edge of the table, peering down into her eyes, whispering hungrily, I will miss my next shot for this. 

Eve's cheeks darkened into a blush as she nodded, realizing that her entire naked body was completely exposed as she lay on her back. Moaning softly as he tilted her head back deeper, opening her jaw as he slowly slid his huge cock into her warm mouth. Adam groaned hungrily, his hands dropping onto her full, heaving breasts, squeezing and twisting her nipples as he slowly began to fuck her mouth as she lay back on the pool table. Eve moaned hungrily over his cock, this new position instantly made her soaking wet as she rubbed her thighs together while sucking harder over his cock as he fucked her mouth. Her hands dipping down between her legs, rubbing her soaking pussy lips as he plunged deeper into her throat. She moaned instinctively, she had never known how fun it was to fingerfuck herself while someone fucked her throat until she had met Adam. Her fingertips plunged in and out of her tight pussy while Adam fucked her mouth faster, her moans grow louder as her body starts to shake, moaning uncontrollably as Adam's cock strains in her mouth, tensing wildly as he bucks urgently against her lips. Eve's breasts bouncing wildly in Adam's hands as he fucks her mouth faster, grunting hungrily as he watches her fingers fuck her pussy frantically. Adam arched his back, yelling out as he explodes, hot cum blasting against the back of Eve's throat, cumming violently as he fucks her mouth furiously. She swallows frantically, fingering her clit crazily as her hips buck urgently against her hands. Eve screams over his cock as she cums frantically over her fingers, humping her hand wildly as she came so fucking hard, milking Adam's cock with her mouth as her moans vibrate over it. Panting raggedly as his motions slow, sucking and licking softly over his hard cock.

Adam pants raggedly, gasping as he slowly drags his cock from her mouth, peering over her body as she pants raggedly, shaking wildly on the pool table. He slowly helps her off the table, smiling to himself as he leans her against the wall, watching her shuddering hungrily. He leans over the table, lining up his shot. He misses, as promised, but hits the eight ball directly towards one corner, where it slows to a stop just an inch before the pocket. Eve hissed under her breath, "You do not play fair!"

Adam chuckles, strolling back to his recliner, relaxing in it as he watches her decide on her next shot. Adam does not try to distract her, he is up by too much to lose. As Eve pulls the cue back, Adam can see what is about to happen before she even hits the ball. Adam laughs loudly as he watches her ball miss the target, but swing back and accidentally hit the eight ball into the pocket where Adam had left it. Eve went into a swearing fit, stomping at the floor, peering over at Adam as he celebrates. She whispers under her breath, "Adam, please don't make me do this..."

Adam looked up as he heard his office door closing, his eyes flashed as he saw Eve standing there with a long raincoat on...He cocked his head innocently, grin curling over his lips, "Hey You, what are you up to?"...Her cheeks flushed bright red as she tried to stay in role, glancing back to make sure his shades were closed before silently strolling closer to his desk. Adam's eyes darkened with pleasure, knowing that she was here to pay off her bet, and that she was terrified of getting caught even though it was 8pm on a Friday night at the office....she strolled closer, slipping around the desk slowly as she let the raincoat slip open slowly, revealing her sexy black lingerie...

Adam groaned softly, licking over his lips as his eyes trace over her slowly as the coat opens wider, her full breasts plunging outward in her black lace lingerie they had bought yesterday after he had won the bet...her cheeks flushed brighter as she glanced outside to ensure that the parking lot was almost empty, her head snapped towards the door as she heard the cleaning crew in the hallway, her eye widening as she suddenly feels his hands on her, tugging the coat from her shoulders as she stands there quivering in her sexy black lingerie in front of him...he tugs her down into his lap as she instinctively straddles his waist, she moans softly as she instantly feels his thick, throbbing bulge pressing tight against the tiny lace thong...

Adam gasps as he rocks upward against him, she instinctively drops her lips over his, kissing him hard as she feels the swollen head of his hard cock pressing tight against her tiny thong as he grinds slowly against her swollen clit through the thin fabric....her eyes rolling back slightly as her legs tighten around his waist as she straddles him, she breaks the kiss, panting as she drags her lips to his ear, whispering hungrily, "Hurry up and fuck me before I change my mind."...

Adam groaned in her ear, nipping the side of her neck before suddenly grasping her body, flipping her over as he quickly bends her over the desk, ripping her tiny thong down the back of her thighs as she kicks and tries not to shriek in anticipation....Adam wraps one hand over her mouth from behind as she hears him drag down his zipper loudly, her eyes widening as she feels two thick fingers plunging into her already soaking wet pussy, shrieking slightly against his hand as she feels him suddenly fingerfucking her soaking pussy wildly as she clenches instinctively around them, pushing back hard against his hand as she moans against his palm...she whimpers and pushes back hard as she feels his bare, swollen head grinding against the thin skin between her ass and pussy, throwing her head from side to side as she bucks back against him urgently....her eyes widening as she hears the cleaning crew right outside the door, shrieking in surprise against his hand as she feels his thick cock plunging deep into her soaking, clenching pussy from behind as she claws frantically at the desk, his thick cock stretching her wildly from behind as she shrieks and moans against his hand, her hands grasping the edges of the desk as she feels his thick cock plunging in and out of her tight pussy harder as he starts fucking her roughly from behind...swollen head bouncing wildly against her cervix as she shrieks with each powerful thrust, her tight pussy spasming over his thick cock as he fucks her forcefully from behind...her eyes rolling back in her head as she screams into his hand, her legs kicking as her body convulses hard, her powerful orgasms ripping through her body violently as her back twists wildly into a tight arch as she bucks back roughly against him...his thick cock tensing wildly as she shrieks and whimpers into his hand as she cums wildly over his thick tensing cock...Adam grunts uncontrollably as he fucks her roughly from behind, arching his back as his thick cock plunges deeper, bouncing hard against her roof as her body starts bouncing wildly on his thick shaft as her orgasms tear through her ferociously....He growls loudly as he explodes deep inside of her, cumming violently as her spasming pussy convulses furiously around his thick cock as he pounds into her roughly from behind....hot cum blasting against her cervix as her nails claw and grasp at the wooden desk as she cums furiously around his thick, pounding cock as he fills her with hot cum, grunting loudly as he thrusts forward, their bodies slamming against the desk loudly as he fucks her, Eve bucking back frantically not caring about the noise as she screams into his hand and cums wildly over and over as her legs shake wildly on the high heels....

Adam releases her mouth as he pants and gasps for breath, Eve is whimpering uncontrollably, then shrieks slightly as he grips tight in her hair, tugging her head back...she quickly wraps her own hand over her mouth as she feels him bucking forcefully, fucking her ferociously from behind as he holds her in the wild arch, she screams frantically into her hand as she explodes again, toes curling wildly as he lifts her onto her tip toes, fucking her roughly in the wild arch as her breasts bounce wildly...fucking her furiously as her last orgasm tears through her, she collapses back heavily against his warm chest, panting raggedly as he runs his hands over her full breasts, cupping and squeezing softly as he groans her name against the back of her ear....panting raggedly as he slowly pulls out, letting out a deep groan....

Eve shudders as she collapses forward onto the desk, panting as her legs shake wildly, her hands flat against the desk as she watches Adam slowly dress himself. She smiles to herself as she watches him toss her thong into the trash, apparently she would be riding home without panties tonight. She drug herself slowly up from the desk, her body still shaking as her breasts heave with each ragged breath. Adam hands her the raincoat, as she slowly slides it back on, groping him softly as he zips up his pants. Adam leads Eve to the door, opening it as they instantly make eye contact with a few of the cleaning crew who are pretending that they were not listening to the commotion in the head honcho's office. 

Eve's cheeks darkened, dropping her eyes as they walked by the cleaning crew, she was keenly aware that Adam had planted his hand firmly on her ass, in clear view, and was squeezing tight as they walked. Her cheeks were bright red by the time they got into the elevator, she peered up at him, whispering under her breath, "You are so bad."

He chuckled, peeking down at her, "If you hadn't lost at pool, you would not need to be paying off two bets tonight."




Adam And Eve: Happy Together



Well, howdy folks! My name is Evelyn Rachel Lombardi. I'm five-foot-eleven and slim, with long blonde hair, alabaster skin and pale blue eyes. I'm originally from the City of Calgary, Province of Alberta, but I moved to the town of Ottawa, Province of Ontario, a little over two years ago. I attend the University of Ottawa, where I study business administration. When most people look at me, they see all kinds of things. To my parents, I'm sweet little Eve. To guys, I'm someone they want to fuck and to girls, I'm a threat. The only person I can be myself around is my sexually confused best friend Adam Wahid, whom I've got a crush on but he's got major issues.

I met Adam Wahid during my first week in the City of Ottawa. I had the awesome luck of coming to the Capital region of Canada for the first time in December 2011. Bad time to travel to one of the coldest places in the continent of North America. I was trying to get to my uncle Floyd's place in the suburb of Barrhaven and I got lost somewhere along the road near Baseline Station because I went looking for a washroom and couldn't find my way back to the bus station. I wanted to get back on bus number ninety five to get to Barrhaven but couldn't. Along came this tall, well-built and handsome young man. Adam Wahid. Born in the island of Jamaica to a Lebanese Maronite Christian mother and Jamaican Baptist father. A newcomer to Canada who was studying in the police foundations program at Algonquin College, right next to Baseline Station. 

Normally, I don't talk to strangers on the streets at night. And I'm ashamed to say I normally didn't talk to minority guys. Especially the ones who looked like they could give the Hulk a run for his money when it came to size. Adam Wahid was six feet four inches tall and built like a professional football player. He was only twenty one, but looked a bit older. I was twenty two when I met him but I have always looked younger than my age. Must be my good Hungarian and Italian genes, I guess. Adam Wahid introduced himself, and offered to show me the quickest route to Baseline Station since he was heading there. He made sure I got on the ninety five bus, then went on his way. He didn't even try to get my number or anything. I was really surprised. In my experience with most people, especially guys, they're all after something. And when you're a cute blonde chick, everyone's after you. I am not bragging, just being honest.

I got to my uncle Floyd Lombardi's house in the suburb of Barrhaven. Uncle Floyd is the older brother of my father Gaetano Lombardi. He's a stocky, flame-haired guy with steely blue eyes. A constable with the Ontario Provincial Police. He's married to this Chinese lady named Victoria Chang. A lot of white guys have a thing for Oriental women and my uncle is one of them. I was polite to my aunt Victoria but we didn't get along. The first time I met her was when she came to Calgary three years ago when she got engaged to my uncle. She called us a bunch of rednecks and I didn't like that. A lot of Canadians think that if you're from the town of Calgary, Alberta, you must be a racist. While it's true that my hometown has a history of racial issues, we're not all like that. The Mayor of Calgary is an Arab guy and the Premier ( Governor) of the Province of Alberta is a white lady. So much for Calgary City's reputation as a racist and sexist place. We're a progressive community, don't believe the rumors! 

My first night in the City of Ottawa I didn't get much sleep. I lay on my bed, thinking about my old life. Last year, I had a blast at the University of Calgary. I met this awesome guy named Weston Lake on campus. You should have seen him. Tall and well-built, with blond hair and blue eyes. Weston Lake took my breath away the moment I laid eyes on him. I like tall men and at six feet two inches tall, Weston was definitely up there. This handsome hunk came from the City of Houston, Texas. As in the United States of frigging America. I love anything and everything American. Ever since my parents began spending every summer vacation in the City of Austin, Texas. 

I fell in love with American culture. After graduation, I want to live and work there! We have a lot of Americans living in the City of Calgary in Alberta. The son of a wealthy oil magnate from Texas, Weston came to Calgary with his dad on business and ended up staying for school. He adjusted to life in our fair city quite nicely. I fell in love with Weston. He was like a dream come true for me. Sexy, confident and caring. When I was in his arms, I felt like he could protect me from the world. He was an amazing guy. Too bad he cheated on me with a Somali skank named Aisha or something. Apparently, my cowboy liked Black pussy. I dumped him right away. If there is one thing I won't put up with, it's cheating. Once a guy cheats on me, it's over.

Yeah, I went through a lot during my second year at the University of Calgary. I hugged my crucifix and said a silent prayer, wishing that my time at the University of Ottawa went alright. For some reason, I thought about Adam Wahid. I'm glad the first stranger I met in the capital turned out to be a nice person. When January 2012 came, I began my classes at the University of Ottawa. Guess who I ran into at the library? None other than Adam Wahid. He was talking to a skinny Chinese guy inside the school library. I think he saw me at the same moment that I saw him. Smiling, he waved at me and walked up to me. Hesitantly I shook his hand. I was puzzled to see him at the University of Ottawa. 

Adam told me that he recently graduated from the police foundations program at Algonquin College. Now he was studying Criminology at Carleton University. And he was visiting his buddy Joel Luong, an international student from Vietnam. Adam seemed really intent on talking a lot, so I had to cut it short. He's cute and I'm thankful for his help but I had to get to class. Adam pressed a paper into my hands before I left. I thought he was giving me his number or something. I took a hard look at the paper and its contents shocked me. The title was "Religion And Gay Rights : A Dialogue". That's when it hit me. Adam Wahid, my titanic hero, might be queer. What the fuck? I thought I could always spot a gay guy when I saw one. No, I know they're not all girly. I know some play football. Still, when I met Adam, I didn't sense anything gay or bisexual in him. Shows much how I knew.

The next time I ran into Adam Wahid was at the 'debate', which I made myself go to. It took place at an auditorium at Carleton University and it was packed with students. Prominent leaders from the gay and lesbian communities came to discuss the issue of queer persecution in religious communities, especially among conservative Christians and Muslims. Among the speakers was none other than Adam Wahid. He took the podium, and spoke about the pain of growing up the biracial, non-heterosexual son of a Jamaican man and a Lebanese Christian woman. After his parents unfortunate divorce, he and his mother lived in the City of Baalbek, Lebanon, where he was exposed to a lot of racism and bigotry. He boldly stated that Arab societies were not very accepting of non-Arabs, and that only his steadfast Christian faith stopped him from taking his life as he was tormented for being a racial and sexual minority by both Lebanese Christians and Lebanese Muslims in the City of Baalbek. 

Adam Wahid's speech was quite moving. Everyone stared at him, moved, as he went on. He spoke for about ten minutes. When he finished, everybody had questions. Everybody was staring at this tall mixed guy built like an NFL player who just admitted to being queer in a televised event. The hard looks he got from the Arabs and Somalis who came to the meeting were quite harsh but he met their stares without wavering. The Muslims don't like gays and lesbians and don't hide it. Adam Wahid knew this and challenged them anyway. I admired his courage. I don't want to sound racist but I really don't trust these people, with their intolerance for other religious and lifestyles unlike their own. After the event, I had to talk to Adam Wahid. Well, a lot of people wanted to talk to him. I finally tracked him down to the campus library. 

Adam Wahid brightened up when he saw me. I had a lot of questions, as you can imagine. What was it like to grow up as a biracial guy in a world as complex religiously, culturally, racially and socially as Lebanon? I knew how racist the Arabs could be to Blacks and other non-Arabs. They don't like Hindus, Blacks and others. Of course, anyone can be racist. I've met racist Whites and racist Blacks and many racist Asians. The Arabs are just more overt in their hostility toward others. Adam had many sad stories, but he also had happy ones. He told me of a time when he stopped a quarrel between two Lebanese, one Christian guy and one Sunni Muslim guy, who were fighting over an Italian woman. The woman ended up leaving the both of them. She didn't like violent fools. I found that one funny. Good for her. Adam and I sat there and talked for hours. I really wanted to get to know him. I also asked him the burning question I wanted to know the answer to. What was it like to have sex with guys when you're a guy? To my immense surprise, Adam didn't know. He told me he'd never been with anyone. 

I pondered that. How could you know you're queer if you've never had sex with another member of the same sex? I asked him. Adam told me that while he found both guys and girls hot, he was saving himself for someone special. I smiled when he told me this. That is so sweet. I lost my virginity in the back of a cab on prom night. I barely remember the guy. I had a lot more questions for Adam Wahid. He liked both Will Smith's sexy muscular body and Serena Williams big round ass. Cool. Which one did he like more? Adam Wahid shrugged. He told me he didn't measure his level of attraction, he just went with it and hoped he'd soon meet someone he'd feel comfortable enough with to explore himself. Wow. What a guy! He's amazing. Why in hell does he have to be, you know, not straight?

After this memorable talk, Adam and I became fast friends. He'd become somewhat of a celebrity around Ottawa. The fearless one. That's what they called him. To every gay or lesbian person out in the capital, he was like a superhero. And I was his trusty sidekick. The one he could always confide in. incidentally, I introduced him to his first boyfriend. Yeah, I introduced Adam Wahid to Lambert Locks, a good-looking and openly gay red-haired white guy from one of my classes at the University of Ottawa. I thought the two of them would hit it off. I was wrong. Lambert ended up cheating on Adam with Adam's own friend, that Vietnamese dude Luong. Wow. To say that Adam was shocked by this would be an understatement. He was severely distraught. Luckily, I came to his rescue. It's what a friend would do, you know?

It always amazes me how things turn out sometimes. When I look at Adam I see a strong, powerful man who is one hundred percent sure of himself. In relationships, he's both naïve and clueless. He put all of his trust in the first guy who came along. I could have told him that was a bad idea. Anyhow, we were in my room at my uncle's spot in Barrhaven. My uncle and aunt were away in London, Ontario, for the weekend. Adam was going on and on about his broken heart and I played the role of the dutiful friend. And then, what happened next surprised us both. We kissed. One minute, we were hugging each other and talking and the next, we were kissing. Passionately. Like we meant it. 

Yeah, that's how I ended up naked on top of Adam, kissing him, fondling him, and stroking his long and thick brown cock. He hesitated, telling me he had never done this before. I smiled and told him to follow my lead. Then I kissed him again. He was kissing me and sucking on my tits and palming my ass. I was moaning and aching for him to fuck me. And then he was inside of me, thrusting his cock into my pussy. I looked into his eyes and we linked hands as we had sex, made love, fucked, whatever you want to call it. Adam smiled at me and I smiled at him. Our first time together, ladies and gentlemen. We made love like there was no tomorrow. I have been with my fair share of guys but Adam definitely took the cake. I had trouble believing it was his first time. The guy had energy to burn! We fucked and sucked for hours and finally collapsed, exhausted, on the floor of my bedroom.

That night, Adam and I crossed the line between friends and became more than friends. I have never been with anyone like him before. No, it's not just that he's part Black. It's the fact that he's really different. How many gay-or-bisexual, half-Black and half-Lebanese, Maronite Christian immigrant GLBT rights activists and honor students do you know? The guy is amazing. I'm just Evelyn Rachel Lombardi from Calgary, Alberta. Your favorite blonde redneck gal. I tried to resist my feelings for Adam but I failed. I want him. When we woke up, we had a talk. He was all smiles when I confessed my feelings to him. He told me he wanted to be with me too. Adam told me he felt attracted to both girls and guys but I was the only person he trusted. Wow. That really touches something deep in my heart to hear him say that. We agreed that we're going to give a relationship a shot. I want Adam to be mine always. And what I want, I usually get. Stay tuned for more.



Adam and Eve Project



Knowing Dr Karen Blander would be joining him very soon, Dr Vic Garven had moved quickly into the viewing room, switched off the lights so that they could see clearly through the mirror, into the room where Peter and Sara would meet. He turned on the recording unit. It was essential that they were able to review events later in their own time. He had only just .completed that task when Karen came in, all flushed and alert..

"It's finally here," she said clutching at one of his hands.

"Excited?"

"Excited, hopeful, fearful, uncertain. God, Vic, two young people who have never encountered a member of the opposite sex. How amazing is that? There are so many things that might happen." Karen looked down into the introduction room. A bed in the far corner, a table with two chairs, a small sofa, and a wardrobe were they only furnishings in the room, except for the large mirror, through which their observations would take place. 

"This time will be better, I'm sure of it," Karen said, looking at the worried look on Vic's face. Dr Vic Garven, eminent sociologist and sexologist, was on the verge of seeing years of preparation come to fruition. "The other couple Sid and Vera were just not compatible."

"And I think we expected too much, too quickly."

"Where did they go?" Karen asked. 

All he said in reply was, "They were well taken care of." 

He moved to the door, saying, "I'll go and get Peter." Karen was left with just a little chill of concern.

Exciting as the project was, there were elements that worried her, but she was so involved now, she had accepted all the dubious aspects. It was just these recent developments that suggested that Vic might be becoming too hardened in his intentions.

Thirteen years ago they had met at a human development seminar where Karen was one of the speakers. Having degrees in Biology, Social Development and Human Development, she was in a position to talk with some authority. She had been just twenty six and was lecturing at the local university. At the end Dr Garven had approached her, and commended her on her topic. Karen had been most flattered, having known about Dr Garven only by reputation.

They had sipped wine, and he had casually asked if she was happy lecturing. She admitted that she would have preferred some kind of research work. That had caused his eyebrows to rise, and he asked her if they could meet on the following evening for dinner when he would like to outline a proposition to her.

The following evening when the meal was cleared away, and they sat sipping their coffees, Dr Garven had smiled across the table at her, and said, "Time to tell you my secrets."

Karen estimated that he was at least ten years her senior. He was a darkly handsome man, greying at the temples, with an intense look, which could be quickly dispensed with his ready smile.

"My father, Graham Garven was an entrepreneur, with fingers in so many pies. He himself told me, in later life, that he might have been called Midas, he was so successful. When he died, twenty years ago, he left a great deal of his wealth to me. Just as importantly, he left me the mansion he had built in the heart of the forest. He had many dwellings across the globe, most of them in well hidden locations. "

Serious, dark eyes looked at Karen , "But the mansion in the forest was an ideal site for what I wanted to do."

"Which was?" Karen, asked, longing for him to get to the point.

He gave an enigmatic smile, "What I have called my Adam and Eve project."

Karen could not avoid a little chuckle, "Adam and Eve?"

Dr Garven nodded, "I'm a sexologist, so naturally, I've always been interested in the development of sexual attitudes."

"I'm not sure I understand."

Dr Garven drew in a deep breath, "I intend to study what happens when a young man who does not know of the existence of women, meets a young woman, who has never encountered any member of the male sex."

Karen knew the frown of doubt had not left her face, but she had to admit, "It sounds fascinating."

"You are interested?" Dr Garven asked, before going on. "I must advise you that there are some aspects of my plan which could be called into question."

Karen raised an eyebrow, "There are?"

"Our group are taken from a nearby home for abandoned children when they are just two years old. Not exactly a legal process. But the home cooperates when they become overloaded. Of course we have to ensure complete security. If the word ever got out about what we are doing ---Phew." And he threw his arms up in the air indicating an explosion. 

Karen nodded, "I can see that difficulty. But from two years old? How do you get to your Adam and Eve situation?"

"From the time they arrive as toddlers, they are segregated. Boys in one sector, girls in another. Completely separated, and the mansion is ideally structured for this. They never encounter each other."

"So you cannot see the fruits of your study until these infants mature?" Karen said, her voice, she feared, probably mirrored her disbelief.

"That's the frustration of it. Starting from infancy is the only way to ensure there is no memory of either sex. And really, I have a highly supportive staff, but I've been in need of a close assistant for a while. When I heard you speak, I knew you would be ideal, both in these early stages, and in the future mature programme when the Adam and Eve project really takes off."

"But that must be several years away."

Dr Garven nodded sadly, "Patience is the key word. I've been in operation for nearly three years. My first group are now five years old. Progressing well, but still thirteen years from their eighteenth birthday"

"Eighteen? Isn't there a theory that Adam and Eve may have been younger than that?"

"I know of that. But for my purposes, I needed to ensure a certain level of maturity.. Can I just add that you will be well satisfied with the remuneration?"

Finding the man himself attractive, and the notion of the project absorbing, Karen had agreed to become his second in command. Her first visit to the mansion, hidden deep in the forest, had impressed her. The large building was split into several compartments, half for boys, half for girls, with sections where standard education was carried out depending on the sex of the children.

Karen was delighted to find that all the children were kept well dressed, and well fed. They had lots of social and physical activities within the restrictions of the overall premise. She was particularly interested in the study of development in infancy, when there was only one sex. Part of that study observed how they reacted to various toys---guns, soldiers, dolls, cars---In other words, what does a girl choose to play with, without any social influences? Many girls she observed chose cars and railway engines. 

There were ample grounds all around the mansion to give access for play. But again, high walls, kept one half of these facilities for boys and the other for girls. She was deeply impressed by the way the facilities were set to the needs of the process. 

She soon became involved with the progress of the younger girls, because, the boys could not be allowed to see her. There were many mentors of both sexes, who were restricted to the children of there own sex. All the incoming children, by the time they were four or five years old, started on a very guarded education. All literature had to be chosen with much care, so that any suggestion of an opposite sex was played down. But so many books had to be 'adjusted' as Vic Garven called it, to eradicate female characters or male characters, or where possible, give them a sex change. For the younger ones it was easier to change.

Biology lessons needed to be organised so that there was no sex education. Even history was difficult and Kings and Queens were introduced as far as possible as Monarchs or Rulers rendering them as sexless entities. The important thing was that the children were kept happy and that pleased Karen.

What also pleased Karen, after just two years in her post, was the fact that she and Dr Garven, who by now was simply 'Vic', had a mutual desire for each other. They had occasionally finished the evening by sharing a glass of wine in his upstairs private apartment. On one particular evening, as their glasses emptied, Vic had placed a hand on her knee. Their kiss was almost automatic, their tongues finding instant compatibility. But beyond that, Karen discovered that she was in the hands of a man who knew his way around a woman's body with consummate skill.

When she was completely naked, with not a word passing between them, his mouth and hands adored her breasts. That, alone, had her moistening. Then his fingers and lips began a complete enthralling tour of her body, briefly, maddeningly, lingering on her clitoris before moving on. The inside of her thighs received much attention, before his tongue ran along her labia, and the whole process moved up to her breasts again. From there, up to her mouth once more, and she could taste herself on his lips, as she tongued back eagerly. His technique was totally tantalising. 

When she, in near ecstatic frenzy reached for his solid penis, he quickly slipped out of his pants, and her eager hands grasped his large hard erection. She had experienced two main affairs in her life, one good, one, a disaster, but she could not recall handling anything of this size. Karen knew she had to have it inside her, and soon. Her whole body was atremble, and she wondered whether it was always like this in the hands of a sexologist. 

He knelt on the floor at the side of the sofa as his lips returned to her labia, and now concentration was really on her clitoris. First his tongue circled and probed at it, and then his lips were sucking it gently until she could not help crying out as her orgasm hit her.

Immediately he was over her parting her shaking thighs, and sliding his hard penis deep inside her. He did this slowly, expertly, allowing her, already in orgasm, to appreciate every inch of his firmness as it filled her. Gasping and moaning, she was vitally aware of his motions inside her. He knew where to stop, knew where to shuffle it slowly inside her. And, as he came inside her, she was away on some great cosmic journey, with her vaginal passage squeezing and releasing him, and her mouth burbling nonsense.

"I needed that, Karen" was all he said, when they had calmed.

After that, there was no strict timing or agreement on their coming together. There was no talk of love, no promises made. There was only the occasional pursuit of pleasure, and Karen had no problem with that.

This experiment had, from the onset, caught her imagination. She had studied the whole area very thoroughly, and it had become clear that, in fact, there would have been no point in time when a man and a woman came together without any primeval urge. Evolution discounted any real possibility of an Adam and Eve situation. It seemed clear that natural animal procreation would have been the basis of the whole thing. 

Karen was too fond of Vic to ever raise that point. Besides she was sure he must have some awareness of it. Yet this very notion of a couple coming together, having had no contact with the opposite sex, was so overwhelming, and had to be handled with particular care. 

A few years after her appointment, the onset of puberty among her charges became a delicate area. When the girls started with their periods, explanations had to be very guarded. Karen had a major role in seeing this through. Girls were told that this was something essential to prepare them for adult life. Initially they were told that an injection, 'when they were old enough' would make them pregnant. Karen had doubts about this part, but basically it would work up to the age of eighteen.

There was no doubt that Karen had occasional guilt feelings about what they were doing. They were actually depriving these youngsters of both freedom and natural development. She just hoped that the study would be worth it. 

One aspect of the experiment that did bother her was that at the first sign of puberty, usually earlier for girls, medication was given to suppress the sexual urge. The multitude of recording devices about the respective buildings gave plenty of warning if any unacceptable activity should take place..

For boys, early erection might be a sign, and again, any signs of reaction to that was dealt with specific medications. Vi c had advised her that what they were using was a development from the old services 'bromide', which was giving to serving soldiers and sailors to reduce the frustrations of the sexual urge. This new concoction was much more reliable and safe, he had assured her. Karen had noted that in all the CTV replays they had, there was no sign of sexual play, either solo or in pairs.

All TV the youngsters were allowed to watch was pre-recorded, and edited to eradicate cross gender confusion. This did mean that what could be put out was very slim.

Now, here they were. The big day had arrived, and they hoped, these two eighteen year olds were ready. Through the mirror, Karen saw the room door open, and Vic ushered in a tall, well built young man, dressed in a blue checked shirt and jeans. This must be Peter, a very imposing young man, Karen couldn't help thinking. Vic spoke a few quiet words to Peter, before leaving him alone.

When Vic rejoined Karen, she could see the anticipation in his eyes. "What are you most keen to find out?" she asked. It was a question she had asked many times before.

Vic thought for only a second, "Seeing how they each react when they see a member of the opposite sex for the first time should be interesting. But then I hope to observe how quickly they discover sex, and how to do it. Plus, how long will it take them to use different techniques?"

Karen had heard him raise this question before, but he had never elaborated. "What would you expect?" she asked, standing c lose to him.

He placed a hand on her shoulder, "Going back into history, it will be interesting to find out how foreplay developed. We know from ancient pictures, like those from Pompeii, that cunnilingus and fellatio were known then. But were they a gradual discovery?" He gave her a quick smile, "Is Sara all set for this first meeting."

"You've already asked that, but yes, everything is set. They've both been off the medicine for three days, and observation has been increased to detect if they have any urges before they meet."

"Hell, yes, as the medication wears off they might get horny too early. You've had Sara on the pill for a couple of months. But I'd be most surprised if it got that far tomorrow."

Karen laughed, "I would never allow it on a first date."

Vic joined in with her laughter, "As I know all too well. Will she be on her way?"

"I gave Marie an exact time," Karen said, looking nervously at her watch. "It's that time now. She's been told that the door will be locked behind her, but she only needs to knock if she wants to be out."

"Hope that's not the case."

The door in the room where Peter sat, began to open. "Here we go."

That morning, Peter woke up as the usual alarm sounded. Another day. He sighed as the sense of emptiness in his life hit him again. Everything should be good, plenty of games, a good few books, acceptable education, laughter with his mates and with their mentors, who were all good blokes. No complaints about the food either, but there had to be something more. 

There was so much physical activity, cross country through the fields and trees as far as the high fence, which shut out the dangerous creatures that, they were told, prowled out there. The gymnasium was filled with all kinds of equipment to keep them well muscled and fit. Peter particularly enjoyed the self defence activities, which pitted them against each other, and, in which, they had occasional championships which he had won quite a few times.

One great pastime which they all enjoyed was fooling around with the old banger of a car, an ancient Cortina, that at least three of them had learned to drive. There was enough space to have a good spin around the grassed areas. Peter loved that and felt he had become an accomplished driver, but then he would be hit with the thought of what good was it, if he wasn't going anywhere. Gradually the presence of that car began to filter into his thinking around getting out of the manor.

In his mind were certain ideas about seeing beyond that damned fence. Over the past couple of years he had wondered about the stories of fierce creatures out there. If they were really there, why had they never seen any? Beyond the fields only thick forest could be seen. Peter and one or two others had asked how far the forest extended, and a mentor had told them, "Oh, hundreds of miles."

For two months now, Peter had hidden, at the bottom of his bag of possessions, one of the master keys that all the mentors and doctors had. It had been a stroke of luck really. They had been outside kicking a ball around, and Guy, one of the athletic mentors, had been about to open the stock room where all the gear was kept, when he had been attacked by a couple of wasps. 

While some of the lads laughed and yelled, "It's your smelly hair gel that draws them." Guy had been swiping wildly at the invading insects. So vigorously, that the master key had flown out of his hand. Peter had seen it fly and caught it. On looking round he saw that nobody had noticed. There had followed a frantic search, some later investigation of all property, but now the affair had calmed down, and that key, soon, would be part of his passport out of here and into, what, he imagined, was a wide world.

But there was this other strange physical thing which had happened to him for the second time in the last three days. He threw back the covers to look at what had happened to his penis, or cock, as the mentors called it. God, it jutted out like some kind of purple headed monster that shouldn't be there. He ran his fingers over it. Oh, that was a quite pleasant sensation. How could it be three times bigger than when it was down? His fingers rubbed gently along the underside. Wow, he could really enjoy---

His room door opened and Harry, one of the mentors was there, "Trouble with that thing again, Peter? Come on, cold shower."

Reluctantly, Peter took his hand away from his hard penis, and followed Harry out to the bathroom. First time this had happened there was no doubt, the cold shower had calmed things back to normal. But today Peter wasn't sure he wanted it to.

"Don't worry about it. We'll get the doc to check you out."

The first blast of cold water did have the expected effect. When he was dried and dressed and they were on their way to the breakfast room, Harry said, "I think I'm allowed to tell you. You'll be having a new experience this afternoon."

"How?"

"I'm not allowed to tell you that much, but it is different. Very."

Curiosity only slightly raised, Peter carried on with his morning activities, an English lesson, a maths session, and a general talk from Dr Garven, which had been very interesting. More importantly he told them, "Up to now we've addressed you as boys, but I think it fair to say that you can now be regarded as young men."

After the talk from Dr Garven, they had been taken on a cross country run. A regular activity, this one. The run took them across level fields of grass and heather. They ran through a small copse of trees, and out to a stretch of the high wire fence. 

Peter had checked this stretch of fence on an earlier run, when he'd noticed one of the post fastenings had come adrift. On each subsequent run he had hung back a little, to tug at the fence, and find that other fastenings could be loosened. A glimmer of an idea for escape had begun to form. But would he want to? The desire to know what was out their, hazard or freedom, was strong.




Adam and Eve Project Pt. 02



Before reading this second part, it would be easier to follow if the first part of 'Adam and Eve Project' was read first.

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Peter and Sara were now into their fourth day since being placed together. The tension of knowing their activity was being observed had eased. But the pleasure they continually found in those most intimate moments together had increased. On this particular morning their meeting had been curtailed because the interlinking door between their rooms did not unlock until eleven a.m. 

Peter had been anxious to give Sara some indication of his hopes of getting away from the mansion to find out what was in the outside world. After their first completed session together he had known he could not leave without her.

So, on this fourth morning, when she came through from her room, he could not help being breathless about how beautiful she looked, even though, for the first time she was wearing checked shirt and jeans. They had stood kissing deeply their bodies pressed close, and as they broke Sara had whispered, "Are you going to tell me more?"

Peter had looked into her blue eyes, wanting her all over again, but knowing, given it was only an hour before lunch delivery, he saw this as a chance to talk.

"Let's lie on the bed, and just kiss," he said, out loud, but nodding his head in answer to her question.

Smiling, and going along with his idea, "Weakened you, have I?"

Leading her to the bed, he chuckled, and said, again loud enough to be heard by their observers, "I'll save myself for this afternoon."

When they were settled on the bed, face to face and bodies close, Sara nestled against Peter's shoulder, they kissed for a long time, and Peter was very aware of the instant pressure in his jeans. He couldn't help thinking that in spite of what he had said, when he was in Sara's arms, he was a million miles from needing to save his energies. 

Sara too was instantly alight in Peter's arms as their tongues gently caressed each other. How wonderful it would have been to have his hands finding all the sensations that already had her body glowing. She was sure, and hopeful, that she and Peter could not get enough of each other. Strangers less than four days ago, it was amazing that they were now so mutually reliant.

Sara broke the kiss, and whispered, "Tell me."

As the kiss broke, and Sara spoke, Peter nuzzled his mouth against her cheek in a loving gesture, and in a whisper he informed of the master key he had, how the old Cortina could be used by breaking through a weak part of the fence it. 

When he got on to the many doubts he had ,Sara nuzzled his ear sympathetically, and he told her of his uncertainty of how things were now, since he hadn't had any exercise for a few days.

"Yes, you have," she said, with a little grin, pressing her body hard against him.

He returned the grin, and told her how he needed to know how to get to the outside door, not knowing where they were in the mansion..

"So what are you thinking?"

"I'm going to complain about lack of fresh air and exercise, when Harry, my mentor brings lunch."

All the time he was speaking they were kissing and touching, and it wasn't all for show. 

"What about timing? I mean, how long before we go for it?" The idea of getting away, and with Peter, had become very appealing.

Peter shrugged, " Not too long, I hope."

"Kiss me again. To make it look good."

Peter had no problem with that request, but as their lips met, he knew he hadn't told her all his uncertainties. Just stepping out into an unknown world. Where would they live? He knew they'd need money. Could they work for that? 

Sara broke the kiss, "You're not concentrating," she said, with a mock accusatory tone in her voice.

"Thinking too hard," he told her, gently brushing her lips with his.

" I think I might try out the key tonight."

Sara frowned, "What do you mean?"

Peter lowered his voice even further, "Well, because we have time together, they no longer observe at night.. Haven't you noticed our rooms are totally blacked out at eleven? Before, there was always dim light-I guess so they could detect movement. Plus, I need to know if the corridor has any light. That could be tricky."

"I'm going to make a statement out loud, casual-like, as though we've just been talking about it. Now I want to kiss you again, touch you again."

"Then, do it. It's nearly time for lunch."

They kissed warmly, and Peter fondled Sara's breast, after unbuttoning her shirt. At last she broke away, and whispered, "God, I can't wait until this afternoon. Ease back for now."

Slowly they separated and stood up. Immediately Peter gave an loud moan about not getting any fresh air.

When Sara returned to her room, Peter heard the lock click. He wasn't sure why they had started separating them at lunchtime. There could be nothing wrong with their dining together, could there?

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Dr Vic Garven turned away from the mirror screen with a grunt of annoyance. "They need to show a bit more passion than that."

Karen was determined to remain calm, "They've barely had an hour this morning."

Vic turned off the image in the mirror, before looking over his shoulder at Karen, "Does it take us an hour to hit a peak?"

Karen gave him what she hoped was a lascivious smile, "Sometimes," she said seductively, although that's not what she felt.

"Well," Vic growled, looking up at her from his crouched position, "maybe sometimes. But these two have to show me some fire."

"Vic, it's only their fourth day together."

"So their technique should be developing."

"They've obviously got their minds on this afternoon. See what happens then." But she was worried about what, she was sure, were Vic's excessive demands from the young couple. She had already voiced her disagreement about his wanting them to show more intimate approaches.

"We haven't set them up in there just to watch them talk sweet nothings. What the hell was all that talking about anyway?"

Karen had wondered about that. They had been too quiet to hear, but it had all appeared very loving and she was pretty sure that given time Peter and Sara would show the kind of techniques that Vic was demanding.

There was a knock on the door, and when Vic opened it Peter's mentor, Harry, was there. "He wants some exercise," he said, his bald head nodding, as he added, "I've already spoken to Guy. He says he has a spot at about one thirty today that he could fit Peter into."

Vic nodded, "Okay. We have been a bit remiss there. No contact with the rest, mind."

"We'll make sure of that."

As the door closed, Karen said, "That means the afternoon session will be delayed." And she added jokingly," Hope Peter doesn't overdo the exercise."

"All these things are diverting from our tests," Vic said grumpily.

Karen didn't respond. She was just hoping that everything would fall into place.

Peter was delighted to get the chance to run, but was more eager to find out the corridor route to the exit he would need when the time came. He just regretted that this was cutting down on his time with Sara.

He was ready and in his running gear when Guy collected him promptly at one thirty. The tall well muscled mentor glanced at what Peter was wearing, and said, "So, it's a run you want?"

Peter went out to the corridor with Guy, "Yes, and I think I'll beat you today."

Guy laughed, "That'll be the day. I'll tell you what—we'll do the half hour course, and I'll give you five minutes start. Okay?"

"Fair enough," Peter said, but as they'd started walking he was paying close attention to any turns the made in the corridor. By the time they reached the section that he recognised, where the gymnasium and showers were, Peter had a pretty good idea how they'd got there. He watched as Guy unlocked the outer door. There had been no sign of any of the other young men. 

Outside, the sun was shining and the air was warm. "Weather's being kind to us lately," Guy commented. "You ready?" 

Peter nodded, and Guy held up his stop watch, "Five minutes, and then I'm after you. On your way."

The half hour course was one they had frequently used, and Peter knew it well. But running was really the last thing on his mind. Around the first bend of the mansion he came to the awning which sheltered the old Cortina that he hoped would carry them out of here. There it was, used only for the older boys to practice on. Not the smartest car anymore, but looking sound.

Across the grass and he was running through a copse of thinly spaced trees and shrubs. That brought him out alongside the stretch of high wire fence, and the section he had in mind. Without being certain, he felt that a car hitting that section at a good speed should push the fencing up and out. 

Knowing that Guy would be starting after him, Peter added a little speed, as he swerved through randomly spaced trees. Up ahead he saw the wide thicket of trees and shrubs which always looked impenetrable. Getting around it required a wide circuit, and in the past Peter had wondered how much time could be saved by going through it. 

Today though, he was a little more adventurous, and once again looking back to ensure Guy wasn't yet in sight, he ducked under arching shrubs into the gloom of the trees. Almost immediately he was telling himself that this had not been a good idea, as twigs and low branches clawed at his legs, or clicked at his vest.

He was considering turning back when he saw, just to his left, that there appeared to be a roughly broken pathway. With some difficulty he managed to force his way in that direction. A machete would have been handy, he was thinking as he broke through, and saw this track looked quite new. Branches and twigs had light edges as though recently cut, and the underfoot section did not appear to have had too much traffic. In fact, looking back along the track it looked as though an attempt had been made to pull the shrubbery back into place, in order to cover up the route. Strange.

Anyway he was able to make better pace along the narrow track. Twigs cracked under his feet, and the sun barely penetrated overhead. Then Peter came to a point where there was a slight widening, a natural break it seemed. Patches of grass actually grew, and then he saw something that stopped him.

To the right he saw that the grass, and the earth had been disturbed. Disturbed in two places. There was clay among the soil patches and a rough scattering of leaves had been spread over the two spots. Only they weren't spots, they were long flat patches. His breathing was suddenly deeper. Patches the shape of graves, only they were not in a mound shape and carried no markings. Even in that moment, Peter could see that it wouldn't take long for the surrounding grass and weeds to cover them completely.

He began running again, but his mind was racing. What else could the disturbed patches be, and why were they there at all, in what was probably the most inaccessible section of the grounds?. And suddenly, he was thinking of the colleague called Sid, who had never come back after saying he was being taken to a special meeting. Come on, he tried to console himself, that's a bit wild. It had been two days after Sid left that Peter had been introduced to Sara.

Peter now realised that there was no longer a track to follow. Whoever had made the original, had obviously back-tracked to get out. Now Peter chose to struggle on, breaking twigs and branches, as he fought his way through the undergrowth. It took him ages.

Once in the clear he was able to complete the circuit, knowing that he would have questions to answer. As he approached the gymnasium area, he saw that Guy was standing with hands on hips, his head shaking sadly.

"What happened to you?" he said, eyeing Peter's scratched legs.

When Peter mentioned the thicket, Guy showed no major reaction to that, "Didn't get far."

"I'm not surprised. There's just no way through that lot. Had enough?"

Peter nodded, and in no time he was showered, and Guy was leading him back to his room, while Peter double checked the route they took. Guy had shown no concern about Peter going into the thicket.

Once his room door had closed behind him, Peter got out of his running gear, pulled on a pair of pants, and sat with his back against the bed head. It shouldn't be long before the door lock clicked and Sara would be with him. That, in normal circumstances, should be an exciting prospect. It still was, but what he had just seen had unsettled him, and he had an important question to ask Sara.

For a few minutes he sat back, trying to find some rational reason why that single rough track, and those two patches of disturbed ground should be in that thicket of otherwise undisturbed trees. All the time his thoughts kept returning to Sid, who had not returned. 

At that point, the door lock clicked and almost immediately Sara was there, in her pale blue dress. "God, you look ready. I thought the door would never open. Have a good run?"

As her voice rose excitedly, she was unbuttoning her dress, and Peter could see there was nothing underneath it. Her breasts pointing at him like some succulent fruit, she climbed onto the bed beside him, and kissed him passionately, her hands stroking over his bare chest.

Peter wanted to ask her his important question, but her hands on his chest, the warmth of her kiss, that luscious sensation of skin on skin, all were there to settle his trouble mind. He gladly submitted to them, as her fingers fumbled at his belt.

Sara leaned back to haul his pants down, but, as his semi erect penis broke free, her first comments was, "God, what happened to your legs. They're all scratched."

"Tell you about that later," he gasped, as her hand stroked over his rising erection.

"Not quite ready, eh?" she sighed, as she looked down at it, her head very close, and for one thrilling moment Peter thought she was going to bend to kiss it. How amazing would that have been? But then her whole body was pressed against his, as all his worrying disappeared in the wrestling of their tongues.

A delight, Sara thought, a delight to feel Peter's erection rise against her thigh. She wondered about that urge she had just had to bend and kiss that purple head. That was a new sensation, and something that felt like it might come naturally. Now she was aware of Peter sliding down from his sitting position and turning her body so that he was leaning over her, maintaining bodily contact. His hands moved gently over her breasts, fingers circled her nipples, and, the now deliciously familiar sensations started deep down inside her.

Peter could not help marvelling at how easy, and comfortable, it was to lose yourself in a passionate kiss. Was it like this for everyone?. His fingers stroking her breasts seemed to have some remote control. There was no urge to handle them roughly. There was only the eagerness to absorb the thrill of that exotic smoothnes, to linger and sense the hardening of the nipples. His squeeze on the exquisite firmness was gentle, leading to a further fluttering of his fingers over the whole area to capture the delightful texture of her.

Sensing her growing passion was another thrill, as her tongue wriggled around his, and her suppressed sighs burst around his lips. The sensitivity of his lips had him wondering about their appreciation of her skin. Gradually, carefully he broke the kiss, to allow his mouth to wander over her cheek, to nibble at her ear lobe. 

He felt her hand stroke down his side, before moving across to touch the hardness of his penis. That had him groaning, but now he moved his lips down the side of her neck, and he could tell by the way she moved her head to one side to expose a wider stretch of skin there, that she liked that. His mouth moved back ward and forwards along the tight sinews there, and he heard her murmur, "Nice," as her fingers tightened around his erection.

Keen to continue his oral exploration of her skin, he revelled in the curvaceous silkiness of her shoulders. He tickled along the curve for a while before lowering his head to where his hand was gently caressing her breasts. Here, his lips and tongue became even more active. He smoothed his lips over the whole curved surface, before finding himself tonguing around the pink surround to her nipple. Somehow, the impulse to lick at the nipple itself heightened an urge to take that swollen nub between his lips, swiftly followed by the urge to suck at it gently. God, that gave him such an unexpected charge.

If it was pleasing Peter, the exquisite sensations it was arousing in Sara, were driving her mad. She heard her voice breathing, "Oh, yes, Peter. Yes, like that. Oh-" It was as though Peter's lips were lighting a touch paper that ran from her heaving breasts, clear into her vaginal passage so that she was aware of every inch of the route it was taking. Her hands left his penis and clutched at his buttocks pulling him, and his erection hard against her thigh, where she was able to wriggle against it. Her mood had slipped into the totally selfish, and she could do nothing about it. She wanted it all, and all at the same time. Peter inside her, Peter at her breasts, Peter's tongue in her mouth, Peter's fingers probing her, teasing her little nub. All of it. She reached again to fondle and pull at his erection.

Peter spent a long time suckling at Sara's breast, savouring the taste, the feel of it, the comfort he derived from that simple action, and most of all, her craven reaction to it. Briefly releasing her nipple he wondered about allowing his oral exploration to move over her belly. For a moment he mouthed just below her rib-cage. If he moved on down like that he would be near her triangle of thatch, and the wonders beyond. His mouth there? What might she do then? Better not risk it.

Her hand fondling his penis and scrotum once more, reminded him that he could rapidly weaken. He was still very susceptible to any sudden stimulation.. Time to move things on. Returning his mouth to her breasts, he allowed one hand to spread across the flatness of her belly, and in his enjoyment of the incredible smoothness of her skin, he by-passed the ultimate goal, to stroke along her inner thigh. Had any other section of her skin ever felt so velvet and vibrant? His open palm moved back and forth from knee up to a point where his fingers recorded a faint touch of hair, before sliding down again.

There was an impatience building inside Sara. She could feel herself down there opening out like an overripe peach. Wanting, ever wanting. When Peter's mouth had moved momentarily down towards her belly, she had tightened with anticipation that she could not define. What could his mouth do to her, if it was down there? Then he was back to her breast again, but his hand on her inside thigh was now maddening as it moved up to almost touch her lower lips, before moving away. She had to have it, and, too breathless to utter a word, she reached down, grabbed Peter's hand and directed it into the apex of her thighs, where like some well trained animal, the fingers spread and began their search.

Sara's action had surprised Peter, but it told him at what stage she was at. He was in fact relieved, because her hand on his penis was working him towards his own fulfilment. His first reaction had been to spread his fingers out to seek out now familiar locations. But then, on impulse, he flattened his hand and pressed it over the whole area of moistened flesh and delicate hair. His pressure had her squirming. Now he could set the fingers working, back and forwards as they slipped easily into the rich juiciness of her hidden lips. To and fro with gentle strokes, lingering only momentarily at the avid nub at the front, and over the waiting, hungry mouth at the rear. 




Adam and Eve Project Pt. 02



Forward again, this time with one definite target, and there it was, up and ready as his fingers centred on it. He heard her give a shuddering little whimper as one finger patrolled around the swollen little nub, again and again. By spreading his hand he was able to keep his index finger doing its duty, while his third and fourth fingers, ploughed around the opening he would soon be entering. Again, his mind dwelt on what applying his lips and tongue down there would be like. Might Sara appreciate that? Or be shocked? He was very aware that, as it was, her breath was at the panting stage, and Peter was very aware of the twitching of her hips and thighs, as her hand feverishly fingered his metal hard penis.

Sara, so close to the edge, as Peter's fingers adored her wild spot and its surrounds, that she could hardly think, yet had room for one guilty thought. Apart from holding his penis, she had done nothing. Peter had done all the work and she had just lain back and enjoyed his lips and tongue on her breasts and now this final-The moment. Peter's finger wriggled swiftly at her spot, she was gone. Gasping, squeaking, pleading she tried to haul at Peter's erection, directing it to her demanding cavern.

And, thankfully, he was there between her legs and one thrust took his shaft way up inside her, driving her into a spasm of heaving hips and grasping vaginal walls. His thrusts matched her heaving, and she was away with it.

Peter had been ready for Sara's explosion, because his scrotum was pulsing enough to warn him he would soon be shedding his stuff. He willingly followed her pull on his penis, placing himself between her thighs, only briefly wondering how gentle an entry to make. But seeing the wild look in her eyes, as her head tossed from side to side, he had no hesitation in heaving deeply into her. She felt marvellous, wide open, yet grasping, eager for him. He withdrew slightly to thrust again, and it was like riding a bucking bronco the way her hips rose up to him, over and over again. In their few times together she had never been so fierce, and it was a delight to be able to release his load inside her, knowing she was high on his presence inside her.

Calming down, Sara murmured, "That was-new. So mind shattering. I was hopeless."

Peter, his thoughts beginning to turn to the serious business, was just a little surprised at her comment. "You didn't enjoy it?"

"Heavens, yes, it was marvellous. But I was lazy. Were you all right?"

"Sara, when I feel you go like that, it is all the pleasure I could need."

She kissed him gently, a long slow kiss of gratitude, as his limp penis slipped out of her. Peter broke the kiss and moved his mouth close to her ear, "I have to ask you something important," he whispered.

"About getting away?" Sara asked, her eyes wide.

"It might be about the importance of getting away. Do you remember anything special about the young women in your area just before we were brought together?"

"Special? No. I don't think so." Her face was a mask of puzzlement.

Peter did not want to put words into her mouth. He needed her to come up with an observation. "So everything was as normal, and then they took you out?"

Her brow creased, "Yes, I would say-Oh, apart from Vera."

Peter made a warning hushing sound as her voice had risen slightly, "Vera? What about her?"

"She was taken out a couple of days before me. In fact, she told me and another one of the girls that she was going to be shown something special."

Peter took a deep breath, "And when she came back?"

Sara's eyes were suddenly troubled," I don't know. She hadn't come back before I was taken out."

Peter took a hold of her hand, "Sara, I want you to stay calm. Laugh at what I'm going to tell you. It's very serious, very worrying, but I want you to make it look as though we're exchanging a joke. Can you do that?"

Sara put a hand around the back of his neck, pulled his head down to hers so she could kiss him lightly. "I'm a strong girl," she said, and showed him her smile.

Peter went on to tell her about Sid, who had left the group two days before him. "A partner for Vera, I imagine." He went on to tell her about his run earlier in the afternoon, about his chance diversion into the thicket, where his legs picked up the scratches, and what he found there.

"Graves? You think they could be graves?" she whispered, and Peter could not help but admire the bright smile as she spoke the dreaded words.

"Freshly dug earth. Deep in the thicket. Two missing people. What else?"

Sara's smile was ludicrous in terms of the words she spoke, "And we could be next? Touch me, and look as though you're enjoying it."

Peter ran a hand over her breast as he said, "I'll always enjoy it, but we may have to move faster than I intended. We've lasted this long so we're obviously doing something right."

"Do you think they're all involved?"

"Not sure. Don't think so. Guy, the sports mentor, wasn't too alarmed about me having tried the thicket. And most of the people seem so good."

"So what do we do?" She wriggled against him, and added in a raised voice."Ooh, that's feels nice." His hand had continued to favour her breast.

"Tonight, I need to test the key, get out into the corridor, make sure it opens your outside door. Then—maybe, tomorrow night?"

Dr Karen Blander placed her glass of white Pinot Grigio on the small coffee table and sat back on the cosy sofa, viewing the well appointed apartment, belonging to Dr Vic Garven. Her mind was a mix of conflicting thoughts. 

Despite her thirteen years as assistant to Vic, his attitude lately, worried her. Nothing wrong with the care given to all the young people who had entered this mansion in the forest, and Karen had been very much involved in all of that. The approach of maturity in the earliest arrivals had filled her with mounting excitement. Yes, she had so looked forward to that moment when opposite sexes met for the first time. This was actually the main goal of the whole project.

But it was when the first pair, Sid and Vera, failed to make the expected contact, in fact, totally disliked each other, that doubts started for Karen. Vic's whole demeanour changed. She had never seen him look so hard. Now the second pair, Peter and Sara, had that afternoon consummated their fourth day together, and, after observing that activity, Karen was even more concerned about Vic's intentions. He had told her the first pairing were. "Taken care of", which had sounded ominous enough, but today's exchanges had increased her uncertainty.

As they had observed Peter and Sara, lying spent , touching , whispering and giggling together, Karen had commented, "They have all the signs of an ideal couple." She had turned to Vic, smiling, and said, "We could be unwitting matchmakers."

Despite the lightness of her comment, Karen was very aware of the contemptuous expression on Vic's face.

"I'm not interested in happy families. I'm a sexologist. I need to see development in their technique. What is all that chatting about?"

"Sweet nothings?"

"Sweet bugger-all as far as progress is concerned."

Karen had been unhappy with Vic's response, "I think their attitude tells us they are pretty close to being more adventurous." 

"Being close is not enough. Not when we have other couples who might show us more."

Once again Karen had a sense of unease. She still had no clear answer to what had happened to Vera and Sid. Had they been locked away somewhere? The mansion was big enough to provide hideaway rooms. Would that happen to Peter and Sara? She knew she needed to have this talked out, but this was not the time. There was one situation that might appeal to Vic, and she wouldn't mind it either.

As Vic was collecting his papers and notes together she said, "Could we have a session in your apartment tonight"

His dark eyes looked up at her, "After just two days?" Their longer sessions upstairs were generally at least a week apart. "Has watching set your juices flowing?"

"You know it doesn't take much," she said, hopefully in a seductive tone, although for once, her motives for this meeting were different.

"Fine. Eleven o'clock? White or red?" And his eyes removed her blouse, before lingering lower down her body. At least she had taken the scowl off his face.

"Yes. White, would be fine."

So now, five past eleven in the evening, Karen reached for her glass of white wine and wondered about the best way to go about this. She had just resolved that any delicate talking would be better after their usual session, as Vic came back into the room. He had removed his shirt and pants, and was wearing only a dressing gown. As he came towards her, holding his near empty wine glass, his eyes registered some surprise, as he said, "Still fully dressed?" 

Karen understood his surprise. Since about two years into her time here, his private apartment at the top of the mansion, had been exclusively for the lascivious activities that had become their irregular habit. Nothing romantic in these sessions, no talk of love, no promises made. Only the pursuit of physical pleasure. On this night other things were on her mind. But the physical would come first.

Slowly standing to face him she adopted her most lascivious voice to say, "Wouldn't you like to help me out of my things tonight." She knew only too well he liked variations in their routine.

"Rough or smooth" he asked, moving up close to her, his warm breath on her face. Karen knew his rough mode, when he would actually tear the clothes from her body, and continue in that manner, treating her like a rag doll, before pounding into her with some ferocity. He never hurt her, and sometimes she would enjoy that kind of treatment, but not on this evening. 

"Gentle, please," she murmured seductively. His head nodded knowingly, as his fingers moved to the top button of her blouse. His lips caressed over hers, before moving on to her neck, while the fingers moved on down. 

"No bra. Excellent." His free hand moved easily over her left breast, and his other hand pushed her blouse back from her shoulders, for his mouth to trail over the curve of skin there, before expertly moving to nuzzle into the softness of her breast.

Whatever else the evening might bring, Karen knew, from experience, that, from this point, she was temporarily lost in the tingling ecstasies that Vic imparted. She pushed her breast against the probing of his lips and tongue, while the electronic charges began in her lower body. Added to these sensations was the nudge of what was obviously his ready erection against her lower belly.

Vic's hands had pushed at the elasticated waist of her skirt, and he had moved it, and her panties downward to near her knees, where, with a wriggle she was out of them. To match this, she had pushed Vic's dressing gown back, as she reached for his erection. Almost immediately she felt his hand heavy on the top of her head.

"Special needs," he growled, and Karen knew exactly what he wanted. Accordingly, she obeyed the downward urging of his hand, and dropped to her knees, still holding Vic's powerful penis. With one hand stroking under his scrotum, she held the erection lightly in her other hand, gently fondling along its length, her face close to the swollen purple warhead. 

Momentarily she looked up at Vic's face, at his greedy smile, saw the nod of his head as he said, "Enjoy it."

Her eyes came back to his throbbing weapon, and the tip of her tongue tickled at the tiny mouth of it, followed by a broader sweep of around the whole head. Karen had performed this service enough times to know just what he liked. Her tongue swept along the length of the shaft, and she raised it, so the return lick traced the dark vein on the underside. That had him shuddering.

Two more licks before she opened her mouth and allowed his hardness to rest on her tongue. His hips twitched, and she closed her mouth completely and took him right to the back of her throat. Vic was well endowed, and the thickness of it made tongue movement around it difficult, but she made up for that by allowing the head to slide along her inner cheeks, knowing he loved seeing her cheeks bulge with this action.

Her head movements became more deliberate as she drew back to have the head between her lips before riding it right to the back of her throat. She increased the pace of this, expecting him to break away to service her. But his hip movements were more demanding, and a forcing hand on the back of her head, held her face right against his pubes, his erection pressing into her throat had her gagging.

"All the way, Karen. Everything."

It was rare that he made this demand, and she was just a little disappointed that he'd have nothing left to give to her. She heard his next demand, "Suck." Obediently, she employed tongue and cheeks to pull on his eager, pushing shaft, as it powered into the back of her throat. She heard his gasping groan, glanced up to see his head thrown back, and in that instant his first spurts poured onto her tonsils.

Karen swallowed rapidly as his fluid sluiced into her. As his pressure eased, Karen was surprised that his penis, which on previous occasions had flopped loosely out of her mouth, was remaining solid, hard along her tongue. Slowly she drew back her head, and his penis still emitting a few delayed drops, trailed them along her tongue, so that she encountered the tangy taste, which never thrilled her too much. But she did recall the old joke that 'If God had been a woman, semen would have tasted like chocolate.' As it came clear of her mouth, Karen took it in her hand and squeezed the hardness of it.

Vic kneeled down alongside her, "The little tablets," he explained, to account for his steady erection. He had tried them only a couple of times, most effectively.

"Now it's your turn," he said, laying her back onto the thick pile of the carpet, his hands already running over her body. Karen knew she was already high, and was longing to have that penis operating in her main area of passion. His kiss was passionate, his tongue searching over hers. Without too much delay his mouth was travelling down over her breasts, licking and suckling there for a while, feeding the rising frenzy inside her. His fingers were already sliding onto her labia, finding her clit without any difficulty. 

That touch alone could have driven Karen over the edge, as her vaginal passage pulsed and ached for the ultimate entry. But Vic's next move was devastating, he moved his head, lips and tongue down to her crotch, parted her thighs as far as he could, and buried his face into the juiciness of her nether body.

His tongue cruised deeply along the whole length of her crevice, before centring on where his fingers had worked. The touch of his tongue around her clit, the movement of his fingers back and into her vaginal entrance had Karen almost beyond any control. The throbbing, the beating of her insides was almost unbearable. Her vaginal walls were pulling on her emptiness.

"In me, Vic. Quick."

From the fog of her exploding passion she heard his chuckle as he lay between her thighs and guided that stiff, steady piston into her. And all the earlier pleas for gentility were forgotten, as Vic drove his erection direct into the very heart of her. Then back to drive again. While Karen, already madly orgasmic was hurling her hips to catch at each thrust, and her secret passage savoured wildly the massive intrusion, the walls grasping at it as though they had fingers. 

At last she began to calm, the sense of release was massive. When she was calmer she would broach the subject she had come for. It was only as Vic's penis withdrew from her that she realised that it was still enormously hard.

She looked up into his face, There was a strange challenging look on it as he slid his body upwards until the erection was right in front of her face, appearing devilishly red. Vic was straddling her chest, and edging forward, he said, "Go on, Karen, finish it off. In your mouth."

Replete now, Karen just wanted to settle, and she was shaken by this request. Never had she mouthed him after they had fucked. Now his hands were behind her head, lifting it so that his erection was at her lips. She could smell herself on it. "Come on," he ordered, and the look on his face was rather like the way he'd looked when she asked about Sid and Vera. She wanted to get onto that without delay.

"Open up." Vic demanded, shuffling further up so she could feel the split of his buttocks on her upper chest, and his scrotum under her chin. Unwillingly, she opened her mouth, and Vic stretched his body over her face so that his penis immediately plunged deep, almost choking her. His hips were settled around her face as, from somewhere above her, he snarled, "Suck it. Just suck it like you did." 

There was no space for any movement at all as he lay over her, so she sucked. After so much pleasure she hated him for this extra indignity. Why would he ask this? She could taste her own juices, as she drew on his rigid rod. With no real movement it took a long time, and for the first time his erection was like some foul alien thing in her mouth. At last she heard his grunt, felt a tremor in his hips, and knew he was about to spurt. 

But as he did, he raised his body up from her face so that his penis dragged back towards her lips, and, before she could make any counter action, his semen was flowing across her tongue and into her mouth. Desperately she tried to swallow it back, but she felt the gooeyness on her tongue, around her teeth and on her gums. The unexpected saltiness made her retch. 

As his rapidly deflating penis slid from between her lips she gasped, "Why did you do that?"

Moving his body downwards so that his drooling, flaccid penis trailed semen down over her breasts and belly, he chuckled, "To show who's boss. Don't say you didn't enjoy it." 

Karen didn't answer as he climbed to his feet and pulled on his dressing gown. She sat up and wriggled into her skirt and panties. It was time for that talk. Standing up she reached for her blouse and said, "Will you give me a proper answer to one question?" 

His eyes regarded her with a half smile on his face, "Which is?"

Karen drew in a deep breath, "Where are Vera and Sid?" 

The smile disappeared, as he said coldly, "I've told you they've been taken care of."

Karen was not in any mood to accept that answer again, "Where? How?" His lips tightening, Vic took her by the shoulders, his fingers not gentle as they dug into her flesh. "You know how fragile our whole modus operandi is here." 

"Of course I do."

"Anyone going into the outside world could blow it all sky high. I might even go to prison."

"But the staff, me, we're not restricted." 

"Like you, every member of staff here was selected most carefully. All took an oath. I trust them. Trust you more."

Karen found herself trembling as they stood there face to face, "But you still haven't answered my original question." Vic shrugged, and half turned away, "I suppose I was protecting your finer feelings. We have brought these children through from infancy, but now with some of them reaching eighteen, we are into the meat of the project."

"And?" Karen's heart was pounding, as she realised she was very close to a truth that maybe she didn't want to hear. Vic's face held an expression that was rather frightening, his eyes bright, his mouth twisted. 

"We've observed, and I already have sheets of notes and video evidence. That has to go on. How did initial sexual contact develop?" 

"But I've told you how I feel about that. The whole thing is fascinating, but the original premise-No. There was no Adam and Eve, only gradual evolution of mankind, and somewhere in there came the development of sexual technique. Not quickly, not overnight."




Adam and Eve Project Pt. 02



His face clouded, "I know your opinions, but the idea of a man not knowing that woman existed has always been the centre of your fascination, hasn't it?" 

Karen nodded but she had to hear it, that truth. 

"And Sid and Vera?" 

Vic's eyes stared into hers, "Disposed of-" He must have seen the shock/horror on Karen's face, as he added, "—humanely. One small injection. Painless sleep." He shrugged again to signal how simple it had been.

Karen had to have one more question answered, "Peter and Sara?" 

Vic's lips pursed as he looked at her, "I reckon I can give them another day to produce some advancement. Then we'll try a new couple."

"And they'll go the way of Vera and Sid?"

"It must be that way with all of them."

Karen wondered whether she was at risk, as she declared, "But that's mass murder." Vic shook his head, and he actually smiled, "Don't forget, Karen. These young people don't exist on any official listings. You can't murder what doesn't exist."

"Are all the mentors involved?"

"Hell, no. Only Carl and Gus have been in on the -er-clearing up process.."

My God, he's crazy. As he stood there in front of her, his hair mussed, his eyes glaring, he had the look of a mad professor. She had to get away to think her situation out. 

Almost as though he was reading her mind, Vic said, "Go away and sleep on it, Karen. I would have preferred to protect you from this darker side of the project." 

Karen moved to the door, and Vic gave her a gentle kiss as she passed him. He even smiled at her as he closed the door after her. Back in her own room, Karen took a great swill of mouthwash, before stripping off to stand for ages under a teeming shower, wanting to wash away every aspect of the evening's events. 

She found a distinct parallel between the way he had treated her body, and his approach to his beloved project. The sheer ecstasy of the early intimacy, the near disgust in his pleasure in what he had forced upon her at the end. It all matched with the effort and excitement that had initially gone into the project, against the horror of his almost casual intentions for the couples he had no more use for.

By the time she stepped out of the shower, feeling thoroughly cleansed, it had become clear in her mind what she must do, and do without too much delay.

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Elsewhere in the building, other activity had been carelessly delayed. Peter, dressed only his pyjama pants, had sat on the edge of his bed, impatient for the lights to go off at eleven o'clock. The book in his hand was only half open, as his mind worried about keys fitting, and how uncertain Sara might be about whether he would be joining her.

By the time the lights did eventually plunge the room into blackness, Peter was sound asleep. It was the sound of his book falling to the floor that startled him awake. Cursing his stupidity, he realised that he had no idea how long he'd slept. Blinking in the darkness, he groped his way to the main door.

With some difficulty he located the keyhole, inserted the key, and it needed a solid twist to get it to operate. But eventually, and to his relief, it did, and he was able to step out into, as he had hoped, a dimly lit corridor. Without any delay he moved quickly to room 5A, Sara's door, inserted the key, and it turned easily. Rapidly he stepped into the darkness and leaned against the door to ensure it was closed.

"Made it," he whispered into the gloom, taking a step forward. The next moment, out of the darkness, she hurtled against him, her bare breasts against his chest. Wonderful. His arms wrapping around her, Peter staggered back against the door as her lips found his, their tongues wrestled.

As she broke the kiss, she whispered, "Why so late? Lights went out ages ago."

When he told her she gave him a mock punch on the arm, " I knocked once but you didn't respond. Key fit all right?"

"Perfectly."

Peter could only imagine the grin that would be on her face, as her hand dropped to his rising penis, and she said, "Feels like something else might be a perfect fit. You staying?"

"It would be a shame to waste my first visit to your domain."

Clasped together they somehow found the bed, and Sara fell back onto it with Peter alongside her, but leaning over her.

"First time in the dark," Sara observed. 

"First time unobserved." Peter responded. For a while they kissed with wild abandon, she holding his firm erection, he stroking a hand over her breasts. But Peter had in mind the impulse that had come to him during their afternoon session. What would her reaction be if he was to do that? Should he ask? Surely that would interfere with any spontaneity. He'd just let things take their course. Anyway, doing it in the dark might make a difference.

Their kissing and stroking went on for quite a while. Then Peter set off on the route he had started during their last session. He broke the kiss, and moved his mouth down the side of her neck, liking the way she tilted her head. His mouth moved back and forwards along the stretched sinews. 

"Mmm, that feels good. Is my touch good?"

Her fingers were sliding gently along his erection, occasionally moving to cup and caress his scrotum.

"Good?" he muttered."It's fantastic." Then his mouth smoothed over her shoulders and gradually onto the marvellous hillocks of her breasts. His tongue teased at her nipples, as he became aware of her hand tightening on his penis, while his flat hand stroked downwards over her belly, across to favour the curve from waist to hip, before sliding further to flutter along the incredible smoothness of her inner thigh. 

His mouth moving over her skin had Sara drifting into that lazy limbo-land, and she could have just drifted with the pleasure of it all, as her inner thigh trembled under his touch. Then, even though she knew it would be coming, she gasped as his fingers eased across her moistened lower lips, slowly sinking into her depths, until they centred on her little nub, and subtly teased that delightful spot out of its little cover. It was heaven for her, and she could only repay him by fondling his thick hard penis with greater enthusiasm.

But, suddenly, she was wondering what he was intending, as his mouth left her breast and moved down over her belly, lower and lower,. His consequent body movement downwards took his penis away, out of the reach of her hands. Her grunt as his mouth played through her pubic hair, was loud and expectant. Where was he going? He wouldn't, would he? Kiss her down there? Her hand played through his hair, and she wondered whether she should grab a handful to pull him back. But she didn't want to. Would it make any difference from the thrills his finger was imparting as it teased up her little button.

Peter had this objective in mind since the afternoon. Now his mouth, his lips and tongue were lingering right at the first hint of her lower lips, beyond which his index finger had worked keenly at raising the growth from her hot spot. His nose detected the mix of scent and her musky odour and it intoxicated him.

Tentatively, not knowing how she would take it, he allowed his tongue to flutter along those lips. Her whole body tensed, before trembling, and her thighs parted wide. Encouraged, he slid his finger away and back towards the sweet hole back there, and his tongue took its place on the hot spot, lavishing it with warm licks.

Sara was lost, all her senses tuned into what Peter was doing to her. His finger roamed around her opening, and she wanted to draw it in. Her breathing was just a string of gasps and groans, as his tongue momentarily left its post, and explored along the moist fleshiness of her valley. This time it replaced his finger at her opening, where it flicked and circled like some magic wand, with every movement bringing her such a pitch that when his tongue actually probed into that opening, the walls, without any urging from her, tugged at it, and her whole body was in a frenzy, as it left and returned to her little special spot.

Peter knew from all the signs that came from Sara's body that she had to be very close. So, when he moved his mouth from her hot spot, to move solidly along her many layered crevice, he wished there had been sufficient light for him to lean back and view what was under his tongue. Whatever worries he might have had about the taste of her were banished. It was like bathing his mouth and tongue in some creamy delicacy. Only when he was tempted to poke his tongue into her eager hole did he sense that her urgency might suck him in. Accordingly he allowed his tongue to ride back to its original spot, but even as he did so he sensed Sara exploding. He heard her desperate call," Do it. Peter. Peter ." And her hands pulled at his hair and his ears to get him up.

Even as he scrambled between her thighs and held his penis to plunge into her, he knew he had missed her. She was in such a state of glorious hysteria that her body would not hold still for him to enter her. But when he did, he was plunged, sucked right into her very depths, as her hips and thighs heaved and rolled with him. If she was already gone, her frantic convulsions ensured that he was not far behind, and he gloried in the pull of her passage walls as he emptied into her. Their vocalisation of their mutual passions seemed to linger in the darkness even after they both lay back, exhausted.

As she lay there, Sara was once more just a little annoyed with herself, but decided to take it out on Peter. "I hate you," she whispered, without the least malice in her voice.

"Why?"

"You didn't let me do any of the work."

"It's not work," he laughed. "It's pleasure."

"It was for me. But you?"

Peter leaned over and kissed her,"We've had this conversation before," he said, and even in the dark he could see her unruly hair across her face.

"God, Peter, when your lips touched me there."

"Where?"

She chuckled, "I call it my little button, my nub. God,we need to know the names of these parts of our bodies. The only name they told us down there was vaginal passage because that was where the blood came from. No mention of what a joy it could be."

"As long as we remember where those parts are, that'll do."

That made her giggle, and they were quiet for a moment before she said, "Are you worried about tomorrow night?"

"Well, we know the key works, and the corridor has some light."

"Have you wondered how far we'll need to go?"

"Only vaguely, I would--"

At that instant there was the click of a key being placed in the outside door. Anxiously, Peter swung his feet to the floor, as the door opened, and a figure appeared briefly in the half light from the corridor. Then the door closed and a torch beam cut through the blackness.

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Temporarily blinded by the glare from the torch, Peter wasn't certain about the best move. To attack? To admit defeat? A strong female voice, and Sara's reaction soon put him in the picture.

The voice said, "Oh, you're both here. How has that—? Never mind for now. Get dressed—"

Sara's voice, from the other side of the bed, "Dr Blander? What-?"

Sara had been just as shocked as Peter at the intruder, but the sound of a familiar voice had eased her just a little.

"No time to explain now. Move. Get dressed. Grab a change of clothes. I need to get you out of here." Kate had been surprised to find Peter had access, but by torchlight she saw him heaving on his pyjama pants."Peter, hurry back to your room, dress, and grab a change of clothes."

Sara could not resolve the situation," Why have-?"

"I'll answer all questions when we're clear."

Dashing back to his room, Peter did exactly as he had been told. Thinking of the two graves he was wondering whether this could be some kind of trap. Common sense told him that the powers that be needed no subterfuges to dispose of them.

He had left his door open and Dr Blander and Sara were there as he came onto the corridor. For the first time he saw that Dr Blander was quite a pretty woman, obviously older than them. She gave him a little nod and a half smile, as she urged, "Just follow me."

As they moved after her, Sara held on to Peter's arm. "It'll be all right," she whispered.

Peter looked into her nervous eyes and just hoped she was right. He was very alert when they moved past the corridor that he would have taken. But after another short stretch, Dr Blander stopped, held a finger to her lips, and placed a key in the door on their right. As she pulled the door back, a wave of cool night air struck them. Then they were in what looked like an open courtyard where three cars were parked.

Karen looked at the pair, as they stood like nervous children. She knew she had made the right decision, wanting no part in what Vic was seeing as a natural next stage for each of the pairings. She hurried to the nearest car. "This one is mine." She said, as she unlocked it, adding, "Get into the back seat." Anxiously she glanced up at the top windows to her left. That was Vic's apartment. There was no light.

Peter had noticed the Audi logo on the boot lid, and when the climbed inside he saw that this would be a much more comfortable ride than they might have had. Dr Blander turned to them from the driver's seat, and held out a key. "Peter, when we get to the gates would you jump out and unlock them. Relock them when I've got through."

As the car started and pulled out of the square with no lights on, Sara was surprised at how calm Peter seemed, and she admired him for that. This move by Dr Blander was very much in keeping with what Sara had felt about her; a pleasant caring lady, who clearly knew something that they were not aware of. So many questions to be answered.

Peter saw the large metal gate loom out of the dark. As they approached it Dr Blander switched on the headlights for the first time, and he could see through the thick metal bars of the gate the looming shadows of the forest. Then the car stopped, and he was out and hurrying to the gate. Without the car lights he might not have found the built in lock, it was set so high, but the key worked smoothly, and he was soon hauling back the heavy structure. The car moved slowly past him and he saw Sara's worried face pressed at the window. 

He quickly closed and relocked the gate, and hurried to where the car waited.

"Good work, Peter," Dr Blander said, as the car picked up speed. "Now to make haste."

When the car reached a good steady speed Dr Blander said, "I know you as Peter and Sara. To you, I am no longer Dr Blander. Call me Karen."

Peter and Sara exchanged relieved and grateful glances, before Sara asked, "Did you know we were going to try to get away tomorrow?"

The pitch of Karen's voice indicated her surprise. "I didn't. In fact, perhaps you can tell me, Peter, how you had a master key."

Peter told her, and Karen asked, "How long have you had it?" And Peter told her that they had been waiting for the right opportunity.

"So what made you say tomorrow?"

Peter glanced at Sara, who by this time was holding on to his hand. She nodded, and said, "May as well tell her." Peter told Karen about his attempt to run through the thicket, what he found there, and how they had linked it with the disappearance of Sid and Vera.

"And you thought you might be next? That was very accurate thinking." She was silent while she negotiated a sharp bend in the road. On either side, dark trees loomed in at them, lit only by the car headlights.

As the road ahead straightened, Karen said, "God, there's so much you need to know about your situation." She paused before saying, "And I must share some of the blame."

"What will happen now?" Sara asked, wondering how they would have ever managed without Karen's intervention.

"Get you comfortable, then I'll have to get to the authorities," Karen replied, and even as she said that she was realising that she would be closing down Vic's long term dream, although she could justify that considering the murderous intentions she had never known about.. 

"Have we far to go?" Peter asked, seeing no thinning of the forest trees.

"Just over an hour maybe. It'll be light soon." Karen told him, and Peter realised how long he must have slept when waiting for lights out..

There was a rising excitement inside Peter. Soon he would be getting a flavour of what he had been missing all these years. 

Karen said, "You are going to need to many questions answered. But relax for now."

They were silent for a long time, and Peter realised that Sara was asleep, with her head on his shoulder. He didn't think he would sleep, but when the car hit a bump in the road they were both jerked awake.

"Sorry, about that," Karen said quietly. "This is not the best road in the world."

Surprised, Peter looked up and saw that there was a brightness in the sky. Morning was approaching. Ahead lay a straight stretch of road, and that was when he saw a movement at the same time as Karen cursed, "Damn, what the hell is this about?"

A figure of a man stood in the middle of the road, wildly waving his arms at them. At the side of the road, pointing in the opposite direction to them a vehicle was sloped up an embankment. 

"Are you going to stop?" Sara asked anxiously.

"Not much choice," Karen replied, "Their vehicle is blocking part of the road. I might finish up in a ditch."

She slowed the car gradually, and stopped when she was about ten feet away from the waving man. He was of medium height, slim with a stubbly chin and short black hair, He wore a short jacket over shirt and jeans.

"Looks harmless," Peter commented.

"I wouldn't know," Sara said, with a slight smile," I haven't seen many men."

The man had taken a few steps towards them, as Karen lowered the car window. "Can you help us, please?" And he nodded towards the tilted car. "I think my friend has had a heart attack."

"Is he in the car?"Karen asked, already opening her door.

The man nodded and gestured in that direction again. Peter saw Karen stepping out and thought it wisest to follow her. As soon as they were both out in front of their car, a second figure appeared from behind the other vehicle. And he was clutching a rifle, which he was pointing menacingly, as he said, "Hands behind your head. You, get out of that car, quick." He was addressing Sara, who responded nervously.

"We haven't much money," Karen said, her voice surprisingly firm.

The first man sniggered, "You're going to lose more than just your money." And as Sara, came to join them he gave her a lascivious once over. "Ooh, Macka, we might take a pre-job bonus."

The one he called Macka, had pushed the rifle towards Karen, and eased aside the short jacket she was wearing. "Nice tits, here, as well, Baz. The doctor said nothing about having a little orgy."

Peter was stiff with anger and Karen had whispered, "Easy, Peter, calm it." But Sara was trembling so much that he had to reach out to put a comforting arm around her shoulders.

"Young lovers, is it?" Baz growled. "Maybe we'll let you have a final view of how to please a woman. Not that it's gonna do you much good."

"Shut up, Baz," Macka snarled. He was taller than Baz, but just as slim and dressed almost identically. His hair hung in a long black pony tail behind him. "You get the cars out of sight while I watch these."

He waved the rifle to urge them to the other side of the road, and Peter noticed for the first time that their vehicle was an open back pick up truck. He also saw, as the light improved that there was a deliberate gap between the trees just beyond the truck.

While Baz backed the pickup into the gap, Macka kept the rifle firmly pointed at the three, his eyes lingering on Karen. 

"You said doctor. Is it Dr Garven you're working for?" Karen asked, finding it hard to believe that they had got so close to safety.




Adam and Eve Project



He returned to the gymnasium to shower with the other eight young men, but in a very thoughtful state of mind, wondering what the afternoon would bring.

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Sara felt very strange when she woke up that morning. For the second morning running her hand was under the hem of her nightgown and between her thighs. The previous day she only had time to wonder about the sensations she was feeling, when the mentor called Marie had come in to advise her it was shower time. 

But this time, she was lying facing the wall of her room, and slowly she allowed her fingers to move along lips she had down there. Mmm, it created a deep warmth low down inside her. But as her fingers drifted back and forth , she first of all became aware of the moistening, and then her fingers encountered one particular spot, not far from where she had started. God, that really made her jerk with pleasure. But almost instantly Marie was there urging her to the showers.

Other girls who were about her age shared the shower, and Sara had already noticed that she was the only one with light hair for the triangle down there. All the other girls were black haired or at least a tawny brown. In each case the hair on the head matched the triangle. 

Quietly, Sara asked if any of them had noticed any warm sensations when they touched themselves down there.

"Down there?" A girl called Fran asked. "The dirty area."

"Yes," another girl piped up. "It's just for weeing and bleeding down there."

"What made you want to touch down there, anyway?" Another girl asked. "Ugh."

Sara wasn't sure whether there was something wrong with her, or with them. She feared the fault might be in her, but it had been so exciting.

The rest of the morning was a mix of the old routine of lessons, with a session on self defence at the end, which she always enjoyed, because she was good at it. Only trouble was she could never get any sensible answers when she asked what good it was.

As she finished lunch, Dr Blander came and asked if she could have a chat with Sara in her own room. Sara liked Dr Blander, who always seemed so composed and ready to help, but on this day she seemed rather red-faced, and excited. Dr Blander told Sara, that in the afternoon she would encounter a rather different experience. 

When Sara asked what it was, Dr Blander had smiled, and told her it would upset the balance of the experience if she knew in advance. "But for starters you should brush out your lovely blonde hair to your shoulders."

Sara was very puzzled. Nobody had ever told her that she had lovely blonde hair, which she usually kept pinned up on top of her head. Sara was further mystified when she was told to avoid wearing her usual jeans and checked shirt, and, instead, put on her pale blue, button up, dress with wide straps that would leave the shoulders bare.

"Marie will come and collect you in about twenty minutes." Dr Blander told her. 

In a distant part of the building, Dr Garven visited Peter to set him up for the experience, and Peter was rather perplexed. Clean jeans and shirt, combed hair, which wasn't difficult having it cut so short.

When he was ready, he was led down an unfamiliar corridor, and was ushered through a door into a small room. Dr Garven told him, "In a short while, you will be joined by another young person. How the pair of you get on will govern what happens next."

When Dr Garven left, Peter spent a moment checking out the room. A single bed. A rather large mirror set into the wall. He sat down on one of the chairs and waited, puzzled and just a little bothered by this switch in routine. Then she door catch clicked, and his head turned towards it.



As the door opened, Peter rose uncertainly from his chair, and instantly froze. What the hell? What was this short guy wearing? It was like a long blue shirt reaching the knees, with no sleeves, and with no jeans. Bare legs, how weird was that? He also wondered how this one was allowed to have his blonde hair so long. Two things struck Peter, almost simultaneously. Why had he never seen this guy before? But the most striking thing was—that chest.

Sara stood open-mouthed at the strange person standing by the chair. Why had she been told to wear a dress, when this one had jeans and shirt? Sara had never seen her before. Was she new? So much heftier looking than any of the other girls, except she had the flattest chest Sara had ever seen. Some of the girls had small breasts, but not that small. Short black hair, too. What else was different, and Sara wondered why she had been put in here with this young woman?

Peter decided to make the first move, "Hello. Are you new here?"

"New? I've been here, they tell me, for sixteen years." The voice had a strange lightness to it.

Peter didn't respond to that information, knowing that this had to be some kind of trick, so he simply asked, "What's your name?"

"Sara," .

"That's a funny name. I'm Peter."

"Well, I've never heard that name.. Why haven't I seen you before?"" 

Sara had moved away from the door and was looking around the room, touched at her long hair as she saw herself in the mirror, as Peter asked, "What happened to your chest?"

Sara looked at this strange one, who was asking a daft question, "Is there something wrong with your throat?"

"Why?"

"Your voice is kind of deep."

"I've had it for a long time," Peter said. "But what about your chest?"

"I've had it for a long time." Sara answered in a mocking tone. "Since I was fourteen anyway."

Peter was surprised, and just slightly disappointed, about that. He had been hoping that this Sara had the same problem with his chest that he'd been having with his penis.

"Has the doctor seen it?"

"What?"

"Your chest."

Sara was beginning to wonder if she had been locked in here with a mad woman. "The doctor thinks they've developed very well."

"They? You've only got one chest."

"Yes, but I've got two breasts. Like all of us---well, except you. What happened to yours? Did they collapse?"

Peter couldn't imagine where this was going. This Sara was claiming to have been here as long as him, yet they had never met. Now Sara talked about two breasts. Okay, they had two nipples, but he could not see the connection. Exasperated, he unbuttoned his shirt, and opened it.

Sara stared in some wonder. What she saw couldn't be called breasts, yet they were strangely muscular looking. How could this Peter be so broad-chested yet be so flat. And, more frightening, how was there hair right down the middle?

Peter couldn't get over the way Sara's long shirt bulged at the top, and he asked, "Are they hard? Those two things you have."

Since Peter had opened the shirt for her, Sara had no problem in unbuttoning the top three buttons of her dress, and pulling down her flimsy bra so that both breasts popped into view. "See they're not hard," she said, lifting them to point at the ceiling. "Feel."

Stunned, Peter watched with some fascination, before tentatively reaching out a hand, and stroking his fingers down over the top slope and across the nipple, which was bigger than his. An incredible smoothness was under his fingers. He just could not understand any of this. He was about to test the softness with a gentle squeeze, when he felt Sara shudder, so he stopped. 

"But how do they push forward like that when they're so soft?"

Sara could not answer immediately, as she tried to recover from the sensation that had struck her when the fingers had run across her nipple. None of her girl colleagues had stroked her breast. Why would they? Would the effect have been the same? And the sensation had not been exclusively in her breast, as something seemed to jerk in her nether regions. 

"Well," he asked, in some frustration, "what about your penis? Has that ever jutted out like that?"

"My what?"

"Your penis, you know --"And he pointed to his own groin, "what you've got down here." Was this Sara really so thick? Irritated, he stepped forward and pushed his hand where he expected a penis to be. Through the fabric of the strange garb he felt nothing. Shocked he drew back quickly.

Stunned by Peter's sudden touch, Sara stepped away. "What the hell's the matter with you?" No girl had ever tried to touch her there. She recalled the reactions of the other young women when she'd mentioned touching herself. But the brief contact this Peter person had made, when she'd just had that fluttering down there, was worrying..

Peter was almost lost for words, but he had to ask, for the first time feeling some sympathy, "Has it been cut off?" Although he had been thinking about the penis, he suddenly realised that Sara had a pleasing face, unlike any boy or man he'd met. This was so weird, and he could well imagine why he'd been allocated to see this very unusual young man.

"I've never had one," Sara said now. "Whatever it is. I don't even know what you're talking about."

Peter frowned. Was this Sara playing tricks on him? As far as Peter was concerned you could view a penis any day of the week, and it was no problem for him to unzip his jeans. On second thoughts, he unbuckled his belt so he could lower his jeans and underpants to reveal the full package. He was just a little surprised to find that his penis had become semi erect.

Sara gasped, "My God, is that--?" She didn't finish her question as she was completely overwhelmed looking at this appendage on Peter's body, which was jutting out towards her. She had to suppress a fit of giggles, it was so strange. Even as she looked it seemed to grow. "I've never seen anything like that. What does it feel like? May I?"

She had reached out a wary finger, at the purple head, before trailing her finger back. Peter was immediately alert to the pressure in his scrotum and an instant hardening. He pushed the hand away.

"What's it for?"

"Just for weeing through," he said, although this hardening state had him thinking that it had to be more than what he was used to..

"Do you bleed through that, as well?"

"Bleed? Why would I bleed?"

Sara looked disgusted, while her eyes never left this new phenomenon she'd found.

"Everybody bleeds. You know, once a month."

"No, they don't. None of the boys or men here bleed---once a month you say?" Peter said, as he slowly tucked his errant penis away.

"None of the what?"

"Boys, men like we are," Peter said, but already he was seeing that this was a very different situation from what it had earlier appeared to be.

"I'm not a boy or man. Just what are they? I'm a girl, well a young woman now, like all my friends here." She too, was beginning to realise that the differences they had encountered were not pure chance.

"Girl? Young woman? I've never heard of that. What are they like?"

"Like me. I've told you."

Peter's attention was again on this unusually smooth skinned face, "How often do you shave?" he asked.

"Shave? Shave where?"

"Your face, your chin," Peter said, gesturing around his own.

"Why would I do a stupid thing like that?"

"To get your skin as smooth as that," he said, reaching out his fingers to touch down her cheek. God, it was so finely textured.

Sara shook her head. "This is all too crazy. We're so different."

Peter had to say it, "Touching seems to affect us."

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In the observation room, standing close to Karen, Vic spoke into his mobile, "Marie, collect Sara, take her to room 5A."

They both watched the door open, and mentor Marie entered. It was noticeable how she eyed both occupants keenly before asking Sara to go with her. Sara looked reluctant, cast a despairing eye in Peter's direction, but she left. Peter remained standing there, his face a mask of uncertainty, as he gazed at this new intruder.

"Look at Peter's face," Karen said, as turned to Vic Garven, "Phew, that went further than I dared hope. They each thought that the other was some deformed version of their own gender."

Vic nodded, "Hence their ease at showing intimate parts of their body. They're so used to being naked among their own."

"It's going to be interesting to note whether inhibition sets in when they really come to terms with reality," Karen observed.

"I think they're pretty close to that realisation now. That's why I've called a halt for today.""

"Oh, yes, 'everybody bleeds.' That idea shook Peter."

"Had you giggling, didn't it?"

Karen nodded, "It's as though there were two tribes. Now they each know that one is from the young man tribe, and the other is from the young woman tribe."

"But they aren't sure of just what that means---not yet." 

"How far away do you think they are from actually doing it?" Karen asked. 

Vic looked at her gravely, "From Peter's final comment, I don't think it will be long. But now it could get difficult,"

"In so many ways," Karen agreed. "You're thinking of them realising that they're no longer in touch with their colleagues? Excluded from all the every day activities?"

"Yes, there is that," Vic said, and then with a half smile he added, "Although they may make activities of their own that will compensate."

"We hope so," Karen agreed. "But were you thinking of some other problem."

Vic nodded, "Something we've already handled. The exploration of their sexuality, while they're alone. Peter in room 5 and Sara in 5A, we'll separate them now until tomorrow, when we remotely unlock the connecting door. But we don't want them to play with themselves. Mentors will need to keep up the observations. And, of course, they'll have their food served in their own room. "

"They'll not be happy separated from colleagues."

"We've put more books in the two rooms, and the television. "

"And what happens if, once they're back together, they go the whole distance?"

Vic's eyes showed a little hardness as he said, "I'll be more interested in how their foreplay and deeper intimacies progress." 

"How much time do they get for that kind of progression?"

"If my experience is worth anything, I wouldn't be giving them too much time."

Again Karen momentarily encountered a sense of unease. Then it was gone.

"Well," Vic declared, "I'd better go collect this young man and deliver him to his new abode." 

"He'll be full of questions about what has just happened."

"And I'll be telling him that he has to find out for himself, when they meet again, tomorrow. "

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When Dr Garven had left him in this new room 5, Peter felt pretty aggrieved. Dr Garven had avoided all of his questions about this young man/young woman business. Peter was no idiot. The fact that he had no access to his male counterparts bothered him. It had to be because he knew about Sara, and the fact that there was no penis, just those breasts. The mentor who had taken Sara away had the same structure. He had never seen him—no, her --before. There were so many things that made them different, but in Sara's case there had to be something that wasn't a penis. He could think that far. Maybe tomorrow would help clarify that. 

This room was better appointed than the room he had before. A wider bed had a newer duvet. The furnishings in general looked newer, and there was a bookcase containing many books. A television was fixed to the wall opposite the bed. Dr Garven had suggested that he might find something different in the programmes on offer. And there was en suite which contained a shower cubicle. He had found when he entered the room that all his gear had already been moved in. Everything seemed to be planned, and that troubled him.

He lay back on the bed, his mind dwelling on that high cheek boned face of Sara. It was a good face, with that sweep of blonde hair framing it, and those wide blue eyes that had looked at him with such curiosity. His stroking on the incredibly smooth skin of that breast, and its thrusting nipple, had been all too brief. He'd like to try that again, because it had made her shudder 

What he could not escape from was the notion that somehow, they were being watched. This had been on his mind for a while. The actions he and Sara had gone through had been watched. Just as all his actions in the last couple of days had been watched. They must have started watching him at the same time as his penis started coming erect. He had no suspicions of watchers before then. 

This business of his penis rising had happened just after they had stopped giving him that medicine stuff. When Harry, his main mentor, hadn't brought it to him three days ago, Peter had asked why.

"Doctor thinks you're getting too old for that now." Harry had said, avoiding eye contact.

Had that medicine kept his penis down? So why let it happen now? The connection was, had to be, Sara! The idea of Sara being just beyond that door was strangely exciting. Yet it conflicted with his thoughts about getting away from this place, which were even stronger now given this extra isolation. If he tried to go, would Sara go with him? The idea was not unappealing.

Beyond the adjoining door, Sara, after inspecting her new surroundings, was sitting on the side of her bed. Boys/young men was quite a puzzler. Yet it did explain the physical differences they had been encountering. Peter had been fascinated by her breasts, and when Peter had given them that gentle stroke, wow, what had happened to her down there? Then seeing that thing called a penis growing out like it did, and what about the reaction to her gentle touch? Such a funny shape. It had been fascinating, but surely it couldn't just be for weeing out of. 

What a waste of flesh to have that if it was only for weeing. The girls only had a little wee hole, and that was enough. Of course there was that opening further back where the bleeding happened. Yet hadn't it been there that she had felt the tremor when Peter had touched her nipple? There was so much mystery about all this.

Why, all of a sudden, was she getting these strange sensations between her thighs? The other women had ridiculed her questions. Yet the mentor had known, had come into her room to stop her touching herself. She'd had no impression of being watched before. It was all tied in to these last two days, culminating with the meeting with Peter. So what had made the difference? 

Thinking back she recalled the daily pill the mentor brought to her. That had been started fairly recently, and there had been that medicine that tasted like stewed cabbage. She had been taking that since she was about thirteen, all the girls had. Why had that suddenly stopped three days ago?

Her brain almost immediately made the connection. Medicine stops, and she starts getting these strange urges. Peter appears, and just one touch gives her a jolt in her lower body. She and Peter together, that had to be the key.

They each spent an uneasy evening, eating a well presented, but lonely, meal, checking out the extra books they had to hand, and quite separately they chose one for passing the time. 

Watching television had something of a surprise about it, because for the first time, Sara found a programme that had a male presenter. Similarly, Peter watched a play in which, very briefly, a female character appeared, serving tea in a cafe. Not as good looking as Sara, was Peter's thought, but she had those breasts.

Lights always went out at eleven p.m, leaving the rooms in total darkness. But In rooms 5 and 5A they were only dimmed Peter immediately guessed why, and it confirmed the notion that they were being watched. He wasn't to know but in the adjoining room Sara had not made that association, and as soon as her hand had drifted to push under the hem of her brief night dress, Marie came in to advise her, against, as she put it, "interfering with her next meeting with Peter."




Adam and Eve Project



Sara was left in an aggravated, yet curious state of mind. Just what was expected of them?

Peter had no problem because he was determinedly putting together in his mind, the best procedures to enable an escape.

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Next morning the standard house alarm had them out of bed. Their respective mentors delivered breakfast, and advised them to wash and dress just as they had on the previous day.

At precisely ten thirty a.m. Peter heard the click of a remote lock in the connecting door, but before he had reacted, the door was pulled back and Sara stood there, in the same dress worn on the previous day.

The sight of hi---he was about to think 'him' but Sara wasn't a 'him'. Anyway his heart beat faster, as Sara stepped towards him, fingers to lips in a shushing gesture. Peter stood, surprised at his eagerness, to face this new person in his life.

"Talk quietly," Sara whispered. "Have you been given medicine"

"Stopped three days ago." Peter was surprised by the whispering, but the question made it understandable.

"And since then?"

"I've been getting these pressures in my penis."

Sara nodded, "And visits when you react?"

Peter recognised that Sara was on to it, so he confirmed, quietly, "We're being watched."

"But why now?" Sara asked.

"They want to see how we react to each other," Peter said. "We're obviously different " And he nodded at the bosom, which was continually catching his eye.

"I hate the idea of being watched."

"We need to play along , but slowly." He lowered his voice even more, " Have you ever thought about getting out of here? "

Sara nodded, a tentative agreement, "Many times."

Out loud, Peter asked, "But seriously, why have you come through?"

The blue eyes held on his face, and Sara first whispered, "This is the truth." And then said clearly,"When you touched my breast, it felt exciting. I wondered if it was always like that." Fingers unbuttoned the top buttons of the dress, and Peter was again staring at that tempting sight.

He reached out and ran cautious fingers over one smooth globe, before tickling at the pronounced nipple and gently squeezing that soft firmness.

The moment she was touched, Sara was hit with that pull in her lower body. She so wanted to reach out for Peter, but they were playing it cool. It wasn't going to be easy. In a wavering breath she asked, "Have you ever kissed anyone?"

"The kiss of life. In first aid classes. Have you?"

"Girls often kiss, in greeting, in gratitude. My mentor, Marie, she kissed me once to congratulate me for my self defence award."

"She? What is 'she'?"

"What do you say?"

"My mentor's called Harry, but I'd only shake hands with him."

"Him? Who's 'him'? God, we almost speak different languages."

Peter's confusion had been rising from the mention of a kiss. Yet despite his eagerness to continue touching that breast, and, Oh, God, yes, have Sara touch his penis, he took Sara's hand and said, "Come and sit on the edge of the bed. We've got more to learn than we thought."

Side by side on the edge of the bed they spent nearly thirty minutes sharing information on the questions of 'he/she', 'his/hers','him/her'. They even got to recap on 'man/woman', 'girl/boy'.

Sandra informed him that a woman might be called a lady, which was more polite, so Peter came back by telling her that a man might be a chap, a bloke, a fellow, and quite a few other choices. They each revealed what had been on their particular television the previous evening.

At last he tried to get back on track, "What about this kiss? Will that be better than me touching you? Or you---touching me?"

Sara shrugged, it was something she had considered, no doubt. "It just seems like a good thing to try." Sitting side by side made it convenient for her to lean towards him, her lips slightly parted. Peter moved his lips towards hers, and at the last minute she muttered, "It's not the kiss of life, so you don't blow." They both had a brief chuckle before their lips came together.

Sara's lips were so soft on his. For both, this was a first real kiss, and Peter found a comforting, warmth, as Sara's lips moved over his, Then there was that moment when for only a fraction of a second their tongues touched between their parted lips. Peter's mouth tingled with it.

Sara too, had never kissed or been kissed like this, where the contact was extended, where the lips meshed excitingly and for the briefest of times their tongues touched. The sensuousness of that moment told Sara that there was to be much more to the business of kissing than simply putting mouths together. She was pleased she had suggested it.

For a moment , she pulled back and whispered, "Could we touch at the same time as we kiss?" And she again offered Peter access to her breasts.

Immediately, Peter found that, the dual action of kissing and stroking Sara's breast, made his penis thrust against his jeans. Her breasts felt so good, and as he felt her tongue on his lips, his own tongue came out to meet it, like some long lost friend. His mouth was electrified by the sensation of their tongues probing and intertwining. His hand gently squeezed her breast, so comforting.

Peter's hand fondling her breast was ecstatic for Sara. Again it reflected the sensations in her lower body, and it seemed quite natural for her tongue to probe at his mouth. The tingling when his tongue responded was almost startling. But, oh, that hand on her breast. It was stroking, fingering her nipple, and squeezing every sensation into her. The need to touch him, to repay him, was massive. Her hand dropped down to the bulge in his jeans. She heard him moan as she did that. 

Her fingers found the zip, and pulled it down eagerly. Peter's free hand, moved to undo the top button, and together, without even breaking the kiss, as Peter raised his hips, they hauled the jeans and shorts down. Sara reached for that hardness that she had only tentatively touched earlier. It had to be in that erect state for a reason. Her hand gripped around it God, it felt so --so-

Already on a high, Peter had contrasting feelings as Sara reached for his zip. Excited by the prospect of repeating her touch on his penis, he aided her access, eager for it, but for some undefinable reason worrying about it. While asking himself why he should be worried, the answer was almost immediate, as her hand grasped him. The shocking thrill of it switched something deep in his scrotum, and he jerked his lips from hers. His hips heaved on a wave of unexpected power, and he felt the surge of something pouring through his erect penis.

Looking desperately down, as he gasped and groaned, he saw the white flow shoot up Sara's arm, causing her to pull her hand away, with a shocked cry. And they were both staring, as his near-perpendicular penis continued to throw out the white fluid like an erupting volcano, over her dress, over his jeans, and onto his thigh.

Sara stood up, and cried, "Does it hurt?"

Recovering his breath, as his penis emitted a final drip, and began to shrink, and flop against his thigh, Peter shook his head, "No, no. It was—I don't know—frightening, at first. But --no, it was amazing. A release—"

"But what is it?" Sara asked, looking distastefully at the streaks on her arm. "White blood?" 

"No, my blood is red." But Peter was compelled to tell her the sensation that had struck him while the spurting was at its height. "While it happened, I had this need to press it against you."

Sara shook her head, "I was frightened. I thought I'd hurt you."

Peter began to relax, and shuffled uncomfortably. "I'm sorry—about--" he struggled with the words,"—the mess—and enjoying myself without you getting anything out of it."

"But I did—" Sara protested, "—your hand on my breast has thrilled me every time." Her eyes dropped to where his limp penis lay like a dead fish across his thigh. Something was stirring inside her, a slow realisation that she needed to go away and think about. "And after the fright of it, it's almost good to know that I've been a source pleasure for you."

Peter, for the first time ever, was feeling a little self conscious about her eyes looking at his limp penis. "I think we'd better clean up."

"You're right," Sara laughed , holding up her white streaked arm. "And a change of clothes will be in order. They'll be bringing us lunch shortly anyway."

"To keep us away from the others."

"Probably. Get cleaned up. Eat. Rest. And I'll come back through later. Okay?"

He watched the tightness of her dress across her neat backside as she went out and closed the door behind her He didn't hear it lock. He sat there, trying to assimilate all the things that were pressing in his mind. Especially strong was that moment when he started spurting the stuff out. Such a gratifying sensation, and with it, had been that strange compulsion to press it----Well, he had told her 'against her', but, really, it had been more of an urge to press it 'into her'. That would have sounded disgusting, wouldn't it? Wouldn't it?

He went to clean up in the ensuite.

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In the viewing room Karen turned to Vic, "I would guess they are very close," she ventured.

Vic just nodded, "I think so. Quite a fountain Peter threw up, but Sara saw his pleasure," 

"So they've already learned that a man and a woman can give each other pleasure. Yet he doesn't know much about her body yet."

"I have a feeling that she'll be doing something about that soon."

Karen gave a sensuous smile, "God, what Peter has there is going to make Sara happy when he learns what to do with it."

"Impressed, were you?" Vic asked, putting his hands on her shoulders.

"Not after being used to yours," she said slyly, then her eyes narrowed as she went on. "What do you think they were whispering about when you first released the door?"

Vic shrugged, "Can't have been much."

"They're learning something every time," Karen said.

"Yes," Vic agreed, "did you notice the look on Sara's face just before she left?"

"What about it?"

"I may be wrong. It was a look that said she'd had some kind of inspirational flash, about what they'd been doing."

Karen shrugged, "We can only wait and see."

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Vic wasn't too far off in his estimation. Washed, clothes changed, and a decent meal tucked away Sara was sitting up on her bed weighing up the situation.

First of all, there was that consistent pull, and moist feeling down there, especially when Peter had caressed her breasts. Then his reaction when she had held his penis, the way it had shot out that stuff, like it was needing to be directed somewhere.

His comment that he'd felt the need to 'press it against you'. There was something in that which struck her. She would have felt no revulsion at having that spouting penis pressed against her. But much more than that, her tingles down below indicated that there could be much more than just pressing against her. It had needed to be directed, she had thought. What was the direction? She had become pretty certain in her own mind. But was she wide enough, deep enough, and would it hurt?

The starting point now had to involve Peter finding out about her body. There was no doubt in her mind that this is what they were here for. She glanced towards the closed door. With fists tightened in determination, she slid off the bed, unbuttoned the top of the clean yellow dress she had put on, unhooked her bra, and threw it on the bed. No point in having any messing about, and with that in mind, she stooped, lifted her skirt and slid her panties to the floor.

Now it was up to Peter. He needed to know what she was made of. It was possible that she still had a few things to learn about herself. Feeling unexpectedly nervous she moved to the door. 

Well-fed, Peter had been sitting on the edge of the bed wondering whether he should make the first move on this occasion. When the door opened and Sara appeared in that yellow dress, with the top two buttons undone, he stood up, amazed at how, at the first sight of her, his penis had shot up like a balloon.

She came instantly into his arms, and their mouths meshed as if they had been doing this for years. Tongues tangled, mouths tingled, hearts pounded, as they stood there lost in each other. 

Sara was immediately aware of the stiff penis against her belly, separated by layers of clothing. Wanting to move things on, she reluctantly broke the kiss, and stepped back a little,her hands dropping to her sides.

"You need to learn about my body," she whispered, reading the disappointed uncertainty in his eyes. "Would you unbutton my dress, Peter?" 

Peter had already noticed that the top two buttons were undone, and he could see much of the firm tempting curves of her breasts. But when she said, "All the way down," his hands trembled.

Having set the situation up, and thinking she was quite prepared for it, Sara was now overtaken with the awareness that unbuttoning her dress would reveal her whole naked body. Nudity had never bothered her before, but this had to go ahead. She gave Peter an encouraging nod of her head.

With nervous fingers working down the six buttons, Peter became aware that Sara was unbuttoning his shirt. It caused him a quick intake of breath, but then he thought of how nice it would be to have her hands on his naked chest. By the time he reached the last button, Sara had completely unfastened his shirt, and was attempting to push it from his shoulders. With a quick shrug he slipped it to the floor, but she didn't touch his chest as he had hoped. She simply dropped her hands and stepped back, her arms moving to part her dress.

Peter's breath caught in his throat. He was having his first look at a woman's naked body, and he was transfixed. The breasts, he already knew, were beautifully shaped, but when combined with the flatness of belly, in-curve of waist, and a delicious outward curve to hip the result was awesome. Yet, for Peter, even more awesome was the light coloured triangle of hair, where he had once thought a penis might be. While he was considering the temptation of reaching out to touch there, Sara, shimmied her body, and her dress fell to the floor. Her eyes looked at him, a little shyly, he thought.

Just as she had feared, Sara had a strange inhibited feeling about displaying her body to Peter. She had never had this before in front of the other young women. When she had thought of him as a strange kind of girl it had been all right to show her breasts, but now, was it just because she and Peter possessed different attributes that differentiated a woman from a man? 

His eyes on her body had been like a caress, and had prompted her to drop the dress altogether. Unbuttoning his shirt had not been in her plans either, and right at this moment, if she was going to permit his exploration of her body the next logical step was that they both be naked. Maybe that would remove any inhibitions, if not immediately, then eventually.

Peter found his voice at last, "You look—so—magnetic." That sounded utterly stupid, and he looked at her apologetically.

Luckily, Sara burst into a peal of laughter, "And what does that mean?"

"I mean you attract me---like a magnet ."

She gave him an up and under smile, "Is that the same as saying I'm attractive?"

He shrugged, unable to believe he was having this conversation with a naked woman. A being that he didn't know existed not many hours ago. A further wave of uncertainty hit him when Sara waved a hand down her body and said, "I'm like this. Shouldn't you be?"

Being naked in front of anyone had never bothered him before, but they had all been young men. Why did this seem so more intimidating? Sara had already seen, and touched, for God's sake, his penis. Slowly, he began to undo the buckle of his belt. Then the jeans were down and gone, and his erect penis was pointing up at Sara.

"How does it stay up like that?"Sara asked, but her eyes were moving all over his body. "And you seem to be hard everywhere. Not like the girls I've been with."

Then she held out a hand and said," Come on, let's sit."

More comfortable now, apart from the pounding in his penis, Peter took her hand and allowed himself to be guided towards the bed.

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In the viewing room, Karen was leaning forward with her elbows on the low table, as she looked at the scene below her. She half turned to Vic , who was standing close behind her, and excitedly said, "Look, Vic, they are true Adam and Eve. Naked to the world."

Vic laughed, and put an arm around her to place one hand on her breast, "Only they've done it in reverse."

Karen placed a gentle hand over his where it held her. She was so susceptible to his touch. "What do you mean?"

"Stripping off like that. Adam and Eve actually covered up"

"Do you think it will happen now?" she asked.

"We're going to find out."

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Peter and Sara sat on the edge of the bed, and they kissed immediately, long urgent kisses, as though they had not met for a long time. Peter's right hand, almost automatically, moved over her breasts, stroking, fondling, and teasing at the nipples.

Sara was so enthralled by his touch, she had to remind herself of the intended purpose of this occasion. She broke the kiss, moving her lips over his cheek, to whisper, "Move your hand down over my belly. Down to where the hair grows." She drew her head back and looked into Peter's puzzled face. "You need to know what I'm made of. It's so different from you."

Saying that she lay back on the bed, drew his head down to rest against her breasts, facing down over the area she had asked him to cover. Her excitement was intense, knowing that Peter was going to find that she was already moist down there. But that should help his explorations. She so wanted that touch.

Peter realised that Sara was doing all the leading. The simple matter of having his head cushioned on her breasts was a joy. His head moved to nuzzle his face into that delightful softness. But, as instructed, he watched his own hand stroke down over the flat, smoothness of Sara's belly, and on into that light shrub of hair, that promised something, yet, at this point, he didn't know what. As he watched his fingers lingering through, and around that small tuft, he saw Sara's thighs part, and her hand touched the top of his arm, which he took as encouragement to continue his exploration between those thighs.

Tentatively he moved his fingers to where he would have expected a penis. From his position, he could not see what he was touching but it felt like two pieces of flesh, like, yes, just like a pair of lips. With one finger he probed a little further. Would these lips part? 

Cautiously, his fingertip moved along the groove. Was that moisture he felt? There was a strange unfamiliar excitement about touching Sara in this way. He was sure his erect penis was even more enlarged. Was that her faint sigh he was hearing? Her thighs twitched just a little, and, having probed stiffly, for some reason he allowed his searching finger to bend. Instantly, it was enclosed in delicious moisture, a cache of eager flesh, and Sara's whole body jerked.

The first guarded movements of Peter's fingers had been slightly frustrating for Sara. She was already pulsing down there, with his mouth nuzzling into her breasts, and those fingers full of promise. As his fingers touched the fleshy lips she had only recently become aware of herself, she wanted to urge him on, and she could not prevent an eager sigh escaping.

Then his finger had slipped so easily into her deeper levels, and those fingers suddenly became bolder, as they swam back and forwards in her moist interior, even though they were not reaching the main targets. The sensation of having a young man probe her in this way was almost too much. Her breathing was becoming more laboured.




Adam and Eve: Serial Killers



Hello, everybody. Tonight, I got a tale to share with you. You see, I have a problem and to solve it, well, I am forced to do things. The kind of things that law enforcement kind of frowns upon. I've always been that way. In the eyes of the world, I am just your average guy. I'm six-foot-one, slightly chubby but still alright, with dark brown skin and curly Black hair. My glasses kind of make me look nerdy. Mr. Ordinary Black Man. I attend Carleton University, where I study Criminology. I'm a church-going, friendly and all around nice guy. The name is Adam Vera by the way. The proud son of Haitian immigrants who moved to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, from the Caribbean nearly two decades ago. And I'm going to kill someone tonight.

I've been after that bozo for ages. His name is Lenny Forester, and he's an annoying Black guy I ran into on the bus three months ago. He was really rude to me and I don't tolerate that. I can't stand people with bad manners who act as though the world revolves around them. Of course, you can't dispatch people into the next world for being rude. Otherwise the world population would be drastically trimmed down, right? I looked into Lenny's life, and I liked what he found. There are some natural born bad apples out there and Lenny is that kind of person. He's dating a chubby white chick from Kosovo or someplace like that and they've been together for about six months. Since that day when he first crossed me on the bus leaving Barrhaven for Orleans, I've been aching to send Lenny to the next world. Tonight is the night. He likes to go jogging in his neighborhood at night. Not a very safe hobby since he lives in the somewhat shady east end of Ottawa. There have been shootings, stabbings and drug-related deaths in that area of the capital lately. Tonight, there's going to be one more.

Sitting in the park, hidden in darkness, I watched Lenny from my binoculars and waited until two in the morning, where for some reason he got the urge to go jogging. He left his little girlfriend in bed, and just went for a jog. Nothing wrong with jogging. I don't do much of it but I'm told it keeps people healthy. Hmmm. Tonight, it's going to shorten the lifespan of one Lenny Forester. I didn't need to follow him because I knew exactly where he was headed. He ran through the Vanier park and finally went to the Montreal Road area. Into the darkness he went. And he never made it out. When he was found three days later, his throat was cut and his wallet was gone. Another senseless murder in the east end of Ottawa. The local police looked into it, the Ottawa Sun and the Metro did a line or two on it, but that was about it. Nobody missed Lenny Forester. Well, maybe his girlfriend did, but since a lot of white chicks are only with Black men for sex, it's a safe bet to say that she'll find another piece of Black meat to hop on. 

Yeah, I've dispatched quite a few bad elements. Before I got rid of Lenny Forester, I looked into his personal history. Born in the town of Kingston, Jamaica. Raised in the town of Toronto, Ontario. Colorful police record, to say the least. Assault and battery against female roommate. Arrest for threatening a police officer and additional charges for resisting arrest. Almost got charged with a hate crime for roughing up a gay man at a bar but even though the gay man ended up paralyzed as a result of the fight, charges were later dropped against Lenny Forester. Yeah, it's safe to say that Lenny Forester was no angel. Still, did he truly deserve what happened to him? That's NOT up for debate. Now, a lot of you bleeding hearts will mourn what happened to him. Don't. A lot of lousy people live in this world. They destroy lives. They destroy careers. They're bad news. And they feel absolutely no remorse for anything that they do. Such people are known as the sociopaths. Our good friend Lenny Forester was one of them. And now he's worm food. The world is better without him in it, trust me.

Yeah, I've met quite a few men like Lenny Forester, and a few women. Like a certain lady named Raquel Winston who swindled dozens of old couples out of their life's savings. One such couple was Gertrude and Joel Tremblay of Gatineau, Quebec. That nice old French Canadian couple wanted to retire to Miami, Florida, but after getting some bad financial advice from Raquel, they lost everything. Unable to cope, Joel killed himself, leaving behind his wife of thirty years, Gertrude, and their son Matthew along with their granddaughter Emily. Raquel's treachery destroyed an entire family. The patriarch of this beautiful family is gone forever. Anderson Pierre, a nice lawyer from Moncton City, New Brunswick, who occasionally practices in the province of Quebec came to Raquel's rescue, all pro bono, and saved her from the slammer. The Tremblay family cried foul, but Raquel got away with it. I guess when you're the kind of woman who's tall, blonde-haired and blue-eyed and have model-like good looks, men will let you get away with anything. Not in my court. 

Three days after getting acquitted at trial, Raquel Winston took a trip to the City of Toronto, Ontario. She never came back. There was a lot of speculation in the media. Many people thought she left Canada and moved to the States. Others thought she was out there, swindling more people out of their money. I can safely tell you not to buy into any of these rumors. Raquel is now six feet under. Buried somewhere in the Toronto metropolitan area. Where she will never be found. Ah, I just love a job well done. Now, my hobby kind of forces me to isolate myself from the people who think they're closest to me. My parents, Arthur and Linda Vera, are always trying to fix me up with young ladies. I always decline. These days, they think I'm gay. The truth is that I have zero interest in sex. However, occasionally, I come across someone who sparks my interest.

That someone is Ottawa provincial police officer Eve Jenkins. A six-foot-tall, lean and athletic, beautiful honey-coloured young woman of Nigerian and Irish descent. The daughter of an Irish-Canadian policeman from Kingston, Ontario, who married a Nigerian immigrant. Officer Eve has been in the news lately. You see, she shot three men on the highway while she was off-duty. Just three white guys from small-town Canada. She was having car trouble and they stopped to help her. Then they tried to help themselves to her. She shot them. She claimed to have killed them to stop them from raping her. Another woman, who happened to be one of the dead guys girlfriend, stepped forward and claimed that Eve Jenkins was a cold-blooded murderer. The case has gripped the Canadian media. Throughout the trial, Eve Jenkins has endured all kinds of hell. She was suspended without pay from the Ontario Provincial Police. Rednecks from all over Canada wanted her head for killing three of their own.

Now, I wasn't sure what to think. The police have a habit of being trigger-happy. Usually these incidents involve a minority guy, usually Black or Hispanic, and a white policeman. I looked into officer Eve Jenkins record. She had a reputation for being ruthless and erratic. However, she was also a good cop. Citations for saving three people during a fire, while she was off-duty. She made the cover of the town newspaper for saving an elderly man who was drowning in Mooney's Bay last summer. Heroism and ruthlessness, along with a strong sense of justice and an inability to follow the rules. This sounds really familiar. When the trial ended and Eve Jenkins got a not guilty verdict, I was elated. When offered her old job back by the Ontario Provincial Police, she turned them down. Instead, she declared she wanted to go back to school to get her master's degree in Criminology. Her alma mater is Carleton University.

I was dying to meet ex-cop Eve Jenkins, and she caused quite a sensation when she returned to campus. A lot of students felt awkward about having a known killer on campus. When tried in the court of public opinion, you can never win. I finally met her in the school library. I claimed not to know anything about what she had gone through, since I recently spent a semester studying at Morehouse College in the City of Atlanta, Georgia. Eve and I bonded, though she was slow to warm up to me at first. I'm happy to say that we're dating. She's strong, beautiful and very sweet. However, when I look into her eyes, I can still see a glimmer of the cold killer she once was. And it warms my heart. I can't tell you how happy I am to be dating someone like me. Don't look at me like that. Killers need love too, you know? This gal could be the girl for me. My parents are thrilled that I have a girlfriend now but they're not exactly crazy about the fact that she's killed people, even though she was acquitted at trial. I don't care what they say. I'm glad to be with her. Birds of a feather and all that. 



Adam and Eve: The Beginning



The first posting of this story contained old English dialog and some of the readers suggested that such language detracted from the story and ask that I repost it in modern English. For those who might be interested in reading what my brain has contrived but feel that it could not be help but be sacrilegious, I would say that there is no mention of anything religious that should evoke such a response. I have tried to keep it a secular story so as not to offend those with that concern. This is a second posting for those readers who enjoyed the story but felt they would like to read it unfettered by old English syntax. Here it is, my friends and I hope that you find it as enjoyable as the first offering if not more so.

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"Damn, this thing is hard!" said Adam as he awoke with a raging hard on. "I wonder what I should do with it?" He got up from the ground where he had been sleeping next to Eve and walked across the trail to relieve himself under a tree. As his urine splashed on the ground, he scratched his ass, stretched, farted and yawned. Finally when he was done, he shook his cock off and walked over to the pile of apples that Eve had taken from the forbidden tree, picked up an apple and started eating it. 

As he did so he continued fondling his hard cock. "This feeling is good!" he thought. He kept stroking it back and forth, slowly becoming more intense and more rapid.

He had done this several times before but always stopped when he got the feeling that he wanted to fly like the birds that cruised the heavens. 

Whenever he stopped at that point, however, his balls hurt and were so swollen the next day that they turned blue. The first time that Eve saw him she asked him,

"Adam, why are you balls so big and so blue?" 

Adam stuttered,

"I-I-I I don't really know. They just seem to get like that sometimes." 

Eve didn't bother to tell him why they hurt but whenever she saw his balls were blue, she knew what he had been doing but couldn't tell him how to avoid the blue balls as Adam hated Satan, her confidante. 

Adam hated Satan becasue it was Satan who had caused God to cast them out of the garden of Eden and ever since that time he regularly got the blue balls.

Remembering his conversations with Eve and enjoying his private ministrations, Adam got carried away and kept pumping his cock until suddenly it pulsed and white stuff started squirting everywhere. 

He screamed aloud, "O, shit what is happening to me? My "tube" is squirting out white stuff that I have never seen before"

Eve awoke to his screams and saw him running towards her, hard cock in hand, still throbbing and still squirting white stuff from its tip.

"What's wrong with you," Eve yelled.

"My tube is leaking and won't stop." Adam wailed.

His knees suddenly gave way and he collapsed in a heap at her feet.

Mad at being awakened by Adam's ignorance Eve snapped 

"If you stop playing with yourself it won't happen!...but you're ok!"

"What! My tube is spouting all this thick white stuff, my legs are weak and trembling and you are telling me that I'm ok?" he responded.

"I think that you just came," she replied.

"What on God's earth is that?" he wailed.

"Come sit down let me tell you about it," smiled Eve. 

"How could you possibly know what is happening to me?" Adam barked. "I am a man, you don't have a tube. How the hell would you know?"

" Wel-l-l-l, Satan told me about it," she replied.

"What? You've been talking to that low-life sonofabitch?" Adam yelled. "Didn't he cause us enough grief? We were all jamming all over Eden having ball after ball and now we're cast out and all I have to show for it is two balls and they are both painful and blue!"

"SSshhh" Eve intoned, "You men always think that you know everything and that a woman can't show you anything, well, Satan told me that what happened to you is called 'cumming.'"

"How could I be coming when I was going over there!" Adam roared.

"Easy, baby, not coming like in coming and going but cumming," Eve laughed. "Satan told me that if a man plays with himself, he will get a very nice feeling and that if he keeps it up and can keep it up long enough, after a while he will reach the stage that juice shoots forth from what you call your tube. That's what cumming is all about!" I have been cumming it every day now for over a month, and by the way, that thing that you call a tube, Satan says is really a cock!"

"What?" screamed Adam. "How come you never mentioned these things to me before?"

"Well, you don't like Satan much and I didn't want you to get angry with me for letting him show me stuff and posssibly thinking that Satan and I had something going on between us but what he showed me was so good that I couldn't help myself."

"What did that nasty sucker do to you?" Adam asked.

"Well," Eve responded, "Promise me that you won't get mad."

Grudgingly Adam said "OK," because he knew that if he didn't say that, Eve would never tell him what had happened and he would never find out.

Eve then said,

"I fell asleep one day while you were out walking and a sweet feeling from a place between my legs woke me up. I realized that Satan was lying between my thighs and was sliding slowly back and forth. I started to grab him and throw him out but all of a sudden it felt so-o-o-o-o-o good, so I lay still and pretended to be still asleep! 

"The nasty bugger," Adam exclaimed.

"SSssshhh," said Eve. "He sped up his movements and I began to feel faint. I saw stars and lightning and heard music and then juice gushed from between my legs. I couldn't talk or walk for about fifteen minutes. When I came back to myself, he asked me if I enjoyed it and of course I said that I did. 

When I asked him what had happened to me he said that it was called "cumming" and that I could do it by myself and explained to me what he had done was called mistressbating. He told me that the spot he was rubbing was called a pussy and not a cavern as we call it and that it could be the source of great pleasure for me. Ten minutes later after he had slunk away, I tried it for myself and it was wonderful, so I have been doing it every day, cumming four or five times a day! 

"If I had caught him, I would have cut his slimy ass up in pieces." Adam roared, "But how did you know about me?" Adam asked.

"Satan told me that the tube that you pee through is really called a cock and that if you play with it until it gets real hard, eventually, juice will shoot forth out of it and you will "cum" too.

Adam gathered himself up off the ground and told Eve, 

"I am going down to the river to wash myself off and then take a walk."

"Okay," Eve said, "take your time, I'll be here" and smiled at his naked retreating back.

As soon as Adam got out of sight, Eve lay down and started diddling herself. He walked to the river, washed the cum off his hands and legs and realized that his balls were no longer swollen and no longer blue. 

"Shit," he said," this cumming stuff is the bomb and started playing with his cock again. Ten minutes later, two screams were heard floating on the breezes outside of the garden of Eden. Adam and Eve were both cumming together even though they were yards apart. 

Slithering under a rock, Satan smiled!

The next day Adam noticed that his balls didn't hurt, weren't swollen and weren't blue anymore either even though his newly named cock was a little sore. For the next few days Adam walked around playing with his cock over and over again and cumming to his heart's content. 

He had to admit to himself that Eve was right, this was so-o-o-o good! Adam, enjoyed playing with himself so much that he became hooked and as men often do, took over the process and told Eve he was changing the name from mistressbating to masterbating!

Eve smiled demurely and made a mental note to thank Satan for his wise counsel.

Guided by the preoccupation with his own cock, Adam for the first time began to notice other animals using their cocks and started to observe their differing sizes and colors.

About a week later, he saw a stallion mounting a mare and stood to watch. He was astounded by the size of the stallion's cock and balls. The stallion had a mighty cock and as he mounted the mare and made a few errant stabs, the huge cock disappeared into her body. 

The stallion proceeded to bite the mare in her neck as he jabbed his hips forward and backward. The mare stood still, whinnying all the while. 

Adam was mesmerized by the feral rutting. 

After a few moments the stallion stepped down and Adam noticed juice running from the huge cock which was now soft and rubbery just like his.

"He came just like I did," Adam thought, "but how come he chose the mare to help him cum? " 

Several days later he noticed two dogs doing the same thing but this time they stayed joined together a longer time. While they were stuck together, the male followed the female wherever she went until they finally were able to separate.

Adam realized then that pussy would make a man follow a woman anywhere!

When the male dog finally pulled out, its cock had a big knot in it and the same juice dripped from it. He decided there and then that he would tell Eve what he had witnessed and see if she wanted to try the same thing.

That night as they slept in a bower, Adam shared with Eve what he had seen with the stallion and the dog. Eve smiled in the darkness already primed with Satan's information about that too. As they discussed the mechanics of the operation, Eve wasn't totally sure on how it worked and said 

"Adam, I have only one hole back there and it is for shitting, that can't be the right one."

"That's the only one back there," said Adam ,"so it must have twofold uses."

Reluctantly Eve agreed that they could try it but told Adam to wait until the morning when they could see better. Bright and early the next morning, Adam woke Eve up and said to her,

"Get on your hands and knees and let me look." He spread her butt cheeks looking for the hole to put his cock into and observed a small puckered indentation but no real hole. 

He pushed his finger against it and Eve yelled, "Damn, Adam, that shit hurts!"

Adam said, "This has got to be the hole, Eve, because I don't see another back here."

He then noticed a fat fold of flesh bulging from between her thighs but saw no hole. He was fascinated by it and strangely drawn to it, even salivating as he gazed upon it. He wondered why this fat fold of flesh evoked such deep feelings within him.

Eve said, "I am not sure that's the right place because it hurts. Go ask Satan if this is the right hole" 

Adam sucked his teeth and said, " I'll figure it out myself, I don't need any directions."

After much probing accompanied by Eve's loud complaints, Adam finally gave up and together they went looking for fruit to eat for breakfast. 

On their way, Adam spotted two cows mating and showed Eve. They both stood to watch. When the bull separated from the cow, its cock leaked juice on the ground. 

"See," said Adam, "he used the cow to help him cum and while you can cum by yourself and so can I, I bet its a lot more fun if we did it together like they are doing it."

After seeing how the cows did it, Eve agreed that the hole that Adam found had to be the right one and they laid plans to try again to do what they had seen.

After eating their breakfast of fresh fruit, Adam had Eve get back down on her hands and knees and tried probing the puckered hole again without much success. 

Eve was pissed off because Adam wouldn't ask Satan for directions but kept her mouth shut so as not to annoy him. She was to learn much later the value an open mouth could have as a part of sex.

She told Adam that her anus felt too dry and suggested to him that he moisten it. 

Adam said, " Did Satan tell you about this too?"

"No," Eve, countered, "it just makes good sense to me."

Adam stuck his finger into his mouth, coated it with saliva, smeared her anus with it, wet his finger and tried again. This time, his finger slipped into the small hole. 

Suddenly it clamped so tight around his finger that Adam was scared that he might not get it back out but after tugging a little his finger reappeared undamaged. 

Adam proceeded to put his finger back in again and noticed that the more he played inside, the easier it got. He then sank his finger in as far as he could. 

"OOoooo!!!" cooed Eve," that's good." 

Adam kept sliding his finger jn and out and even added another finger until Eve told him that she was getting a little sore.

It was a strange feeling for Eve but still kind of nice and she wiggled her buttocks as Adam probed the newly opened hole. 

Adam noticed that the more he explored, the looser the hole became. As it got looser he added more fingers and so after an hour of exploration he had gotten three fingers in. He then decided to try to put his cock into the hole like the stallion did. 

The head got stuck. 

Again, Eve recommended wetting it and Adam wet his fingers once more, coating the now looser aperture. For good measure he also coated his hard cock and pressed it back into the hole.

Eve felt her asshole start to stretch and clamped down screaming "Oh shit!, that hurts!"

"Loosen your ass up," yelled Adam, "don't tighten it!"

"That's easy for you to say," replied Eve "nobody's trying to push a big cock up your ass!"

"Try!" shouted Adam, "stay still like the cow and don't tighten your ass up!"

"Did you just call me a cow?" Eve screamed.

"No", Adam replied "I just said that you must stay still like the cow!"

"Oh, okay," Eve answered, "cause if you called me a cow, you can just get right out of my ass this minute and go find yourself a cow." 

Adam filed away that thought for later, thinking that some time when Eve was in one of her moods and was acting up when he needed some pussy, he might just have to try the cow.

Eve continued mumbling that it was her ass that was hurting not the cow's. Adam kept forcing his cock harder and harder against the hole. 

Slowly it yielded and his cockhead finally slipped into the recesses of Eve's rectum. It was a tight fit but it felt good to Adam. 

Eve, meanwhile, kept muttering about her ass burning and kept trying to pull away. Adam grabbed her hips and kept pulling her buttocks back to him. Being the stronger one he was able to keep her from pulling away and inexorably his cock foraged its way deeper into her ass.

When he was all the way in, Adam rested. 

Eve's asshole was on fire and it clamped down and spasmed around his offending cock. Realizing that she was in some distress, Adam had the good sense to remain still. 

Gradually her anus loosened and Eve relaxed as the burning sensation ebbed. After a while it began to feel somewhat nice to her. Sensing, the change in Eve, Adam began to slowly stroke back and forth like he had seen the stallion, dog and bull do.

Eve murmured in submission as the sensation caused her to feel tingly all over. Adam kept on doing what he was doing, realizing that he was beginning to get a feeling similar to when he played with his cock. He kept stroking Eve and she began moving her ass like the mare. 

Adam was soon overwhelmed with the pleasure and he grunted as his cock contracted, spewing his juices into Eve's bowels. Slowly his cock shrunk and he pulled out of her with her ass making a plopping sound. His cock was now dripping just like the stallion's and his pleasure was exquisite.

"Eve, this is wonderful," Adam gasped.

"Wonderful for you but my ass is sore," replied Eve.

After Adam had finished his poking, Eve realized that what Adam had done was sort of nice even though it took a while but she did not get the same pleasure as when she did it herself and that he had obviously experienced because her ass hurt. 

She also noticed that she was wet between her thighs and slipped her finger between them searching for the source of the wetness. She discovered another small hole there and called Adam over to investigate.

Adam then had Eve lie on her back, open her thighs wide and spread the folds of skin that she had guided him to. Gently he poked around in her wetness. He noticed a small nub and touched it. Eve shrieked and he thought that she was in pain.

"Did that hurt?" he asked her.

"Uh-uh, Adam, that was damn good!" she replied

and he realized that she would gasp every time his fingers came into contact with it. 

He purposely strayed and hit it ever so often, enjoying the effect that it had on her. His fingers, now lubricated by Eve's wetness eventually found another hole. 

He gently probed around the opening and heard Eve suck her breath in suddenly. Getting used to Eve's responses he realized that she was enjoying his probing.

"Woooo, that feels so good," she murmured

Gently he continued probing until Eve felt her belly start to quake and that familiar feeling of cumming that Satan had told her about overtook her. Adam realized that she was enjoying his poking around and kept it up.

"Oo—oo-ooo-oh," moaned Eve as her hips bucked. 

Adam kept on probing and probing and she started wailing as her body shuddered as spasm after spasm shook her. 

Realizing the she was enjoying what he was doing, he increased the pace and added more fingers, gradually going further into Eve. 

The little hole was now quite wide and her ass danced on the grass and she cried out, this time not in pain; the combination of slight pain and pleasure drove her wild as her pussy poured forth copious amounts of juice. 

Adam knew that she was cumming and noticed that some of her juices were red but Eve had not complained. After about ten minutes, she groaned loudly,

"Stop,stop,I can't take anymore,"

and collapsed, exhausted by the continuous cumming that Adam had initiated. Adam then withdrew his bloodied fingers and went to the stream to wash them. 

When he returned, Eve was curled up asleep on the ground, with a huge smile still on her face.

Adam lay down next to her and pleasured himself by stroking his cock until it squirted. Several drops landed on Eve's breasts, face and hair but she kept smiling in her sleep. 

He decided then to try to figure a way that he and Eve could get the same feeling simultaneously. For two days, he thought of nothing else and on the third day he hatched a plan and told Eve about his idea.

Eve wasn't sure about Adam's plan and told him that she would think about it. On her way to the river next morning, she encountered Satan. 

"Hey Eve, have you cum since I last saw you?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied, "several times."

"And what about dumb ass, were you able to show him anything?"

"I wish that you would stop calling him that, he's not dumb."

"Hell, yes he is" Satan responded "his real name is not Adam, it is George Bush!" Satan cackled aloud at his joke.

"Who is George Bush?" Eve asked.

"You will learn about him one day." Satan responded.

"Anyway were you able to show him anything?" Satan asked.

"Yes," smiled Eve, " he is cumming now too!"

Satan smiled.

"I've got a question for you," Eve said.

"What is it," Satan asked.

"Adam wants to put his cock in my pussy to see if we can cum together, is that a good idea?

"That's a wonderful idea," responded Satan, "that's called fucking."

"What?" asked Eve, "Farting?"

"No, no" Satan corrected her, "that's from the other hole nearby, this is called fucking!"

"How do you do that?" Eve asked.

"Lay on your back, open your legs and let me show you," cajoled Satan.

Knowing that Adam was going to be real mad if he found out about this, Eve hesitated but remembering the pleasure that she had received the last time that Satan was between her legs she figured that Adam wouldn't complain if he got to share in the pleasure and so, she complied. 




Adam and Eve: The Beginning



It was then that she began to realize the power of a good pussy and how it could be used to sway a man's right thinking!

Without a word, Satan slithered between her thighs, slowly eased her pussy lips open and wormed his way into her body. 

For Eve, the feeling of fullness was wonderful even though Satan's body felt cold inside her. She felt a wonderful pulsing inside her pussy and she soon she started to moan. Satan established a rhythm and kept the pulsing going. 

Eve writhed in ecstasy and in no time was soaring among the stars cumming over and over. She grabbed Satan and kept pushing him deeper inside her while she came over and over again. 

After about fifteen minutes Satan was able to escape from her thrusting hand and slipped from her pussy screaming,

"What the fuck? Are you trying to drown me!"

Eve gurgled in ecstasy never even hearing him as she was in her own reverie, pussy twitching, throbbing and quivering as her juices poured from the hole between her thighs dripping between them to coat and soothe her spasming, sore asshole.

Soaked to his skin and pissed off, Satan slunk away.

"Fuck!" he growled, "show a woman something new and she acts like she invented the shit!"

He was so upset that he didn't pay attention to his surroundings and as he departed, he ran into a group of hungry cats who chased and attacked him, clawing his slimy skin attracted by the odor of fresh fish! 

They had never experienced fish on land and were excited at the thought that they had found a new source of food. They clawed and mauled his slimy ass. He squirmed, hissed and slithered and finally was able to escape into the nearby bushes.

"Holy shit! Them suckers almost killed me," groaned a battered Satan, after he escaped from the marauding pack, his skin all torn and tattered, "I gotta let Eve know to keep her pussy away from cats!"

Eve meanwhile had regained her composure and on unsteady feet went looking for Adam.

She found him later that day playing with his cock under a tree and told him that she could find a better way to use it than he was doing.

Eve then directed Adam in his first fuck. 

It was a marvelous experience for them both and a bruised and battered Satan heard their cries of ecstasy as Adam ploughed Eve until she bore fruit. 

Like Adam, her pleasure now was exquisite!

By the day's end, Eve and Adam had fucked seven times seven. His cock was sore and his balls were empty but they were no longer swollen nor blue.

Eve kept pumping Adam's debilitated cock trying to get it to stay hard because she wanted more and an exhausted Adam had to run into the Garden of Eden to get away from her.

The guardian angels saw him and drove him out, blasting their horns loudly until the cacophony was unbearable. He was admonished by them for eating the fruit from the tree of life! 

As Adam ran from the garden he heard Satan chuckling. He shouted to Adam, 

"Adam! Since the angels blew their horns so loud, every time you feel like you want some pussy that will be called getting horny!" "I'll have to think of what blowing is since they blew their horns so loud. 

Since you are no longer surrounded by food in the garden of Eden and will have to depend upon Eve to find food for you, you will have to learn how to eat pussy to survive. 

Come to think of it, pussy will be the new tree of life."



Adam and Eve: The First Lovers



In the beginning, I remember the darkness. Then a voice.

"Hello, Adam."

"Who are you?" I asked. Who am I? I wondered to myself...

"I am your Creator, the Lord your God," it replied. After a brief hesitation, it continued. "You may think of me as your Father."

My God... "Did you create me? Who am I?" I asked impatiently.

"I created everything there ever was and ever will be, young Adam. But you are the most perfect of all my creations. Your race will rule, and you yourself are destined to lead them into their glory."

"Why am I your most perfect creation? What makes me so special, Lord?"

"You will know in time, my son. But your birthright is free will. You alone of all Creation can choose. Never forget that," it, no, I thought, He replied. 

But there was only darkness around me. Aside from my Father's voice, there was no sound. Only the void existed. "Where is Creation?" I inquired. "I wish to see it, Lord."

"Do you wish to exist?" he asked.

"Yes. Badly," I answered honestly.

"Then I shall show you your new home."

"What is its name?" I wondered. I felt within me an urge, a compulsion, to know the names of my Father's work.

"Hmm," he mused. "You shall name it," he responded proudly. "It shall be your first task. Name all that you behold. That is my commandment to you, Adam."

"Yes, Father," I said, full of delight at this new task. What trust my Father had in me!

"Let us go, then."

It was beautiful. So vibrant, so lively! After the senselessness of the void, it was almost too much to handle. Colors, sounds, smells. The wind blew against my body. Birds chirped, frogs croaked, a nearby lion roared with deafening volume. Verdant grass tickled the sensitive soles of my feet. A massive blue sphere stretched overhead, dotted with white puffs. Massive trees surrounded the clearing, their branches heavy with ripe fruits. Cliffs rose from the earth, jutting skyward. A waterfall thundered into a lake, a place that would soon become my favorite as I explored the garden more and more. Smells, all unfamiliar and new and exciting, filled my nostrils. I inhaled over and over, savoring their novelty. I dropped to my knees. I couldn't speak. Surely I was unworthy of all this. "What...what is all this?" I barely asked between gasps.

My Lord spoke to me inside my head. "That will be your choice, my son. Name it all. These are my other creations. Miracles, each of them, yet infinitely inferior to you. You are closer to Me than they are to you, young Adam. You must guide them, as I will guide you. Now my son, what shall you name this garden?"

A name came unbidden to me. "This is Eden, Father. This garden is named Eden." I smiled, reveling in the sound of the name. "Eden! It is beautiful, Father. How can I be better than this?"

"You are. Their greatness is only in their body. But you have a great mind. Use it well and never cease to use it. It will give you far more than I directly could," he explained, but I still did not yet feel superior to the rest of the garden's inhabitants.

"Tell me more, Father. Teach me," I begged.

"Of course, Adam," he answered patiently, a smile in his voice.

Days passed. Every day God taught me more. He had so many rules for me, but I tried my hardest to learn them all. He was always so proud of me when I had memorized his lessons. His greatest rule was not to eat the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. One day, when God was busy, I saw a boar eat one of the apples, innocent in its ignorance. My Father had never told the other creations his rules. I was sure of it. I was not worried for the animal, for I did not think my Father would punish it for something it did not know not to do.

But I never saw the boar in the garden again. I saw it the day after, wandering in the burnt, orange, dusty wasteland of rocks and sand that lay outside the garden. It squealed miserably. It pathetically tried to dig in the hard, infertile soil, desperate for food. Harsh, hot winds blew around it. There was no relief to be had. Flecks of sharp rocks cut its flesh, carried by the powerful breeze. Crimson streamed down its flesh, leaving red drops on the soil, satiated the parched soil for a moment. And a new word came to me. The boar would surely die. As I was before I existed, the boar would become. Only the boar didn't talk. Would God talk to it after death? Would there be any boar left to which my Lord would speak? Death scared me. The boar's punishment was rending my heart. I ran away from the borders and into a cave. I hid from God and I cried. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair for the boar to be punished. It had done nothing wrong. It had done nothing wrong! 

I tried to speak with the other inhabitants of Eden, but none would talk, no other creation had intelligence. God had been right. I was special. And every day, God had less time for me. I pretended not to notice, pretended not to mind. I was afraid he might leave me entirely if I made him angry. I became lonelier and lonelier. I talked with the animals anyway, hoping that one day they would talk back. Sometimes I spoke for them, giving them the words they lacked. I made up stories for them, lives, dreams, thoughts. I fancied that they were grateful for my gift, that I told their story. I talked with my reflection. I often looked at it in the waters of the lake. I had become aware of my own body and its beauty, as I stared at myself in the pond, my brown eyes staring back up at me.

My wavy black hair reached down to my shoulders. Between my eyes was a long, straight nose, leading down to a wide pair of lips the same color as the raspberries I loved so much. I turned my head from side to side, admiring the way my moustache and beard looked. God had granted to me a small, sharp piece of metal that he called a razor, and I smiled as I remembered the way my Father taught me how to shave, patiently explaining the process to me, gently encouraging me to keep going when the blade bit me, drawing blood. I had kept at it, and he said he was proud of me for learning the skill. I kept my cheeks and neck clean, but allowed a band of hair the width of both my thumbs together to go from ear to ear along the bottom of my jaw.

Further down, my broad chest, a golden brown, was lightly covered with soft, dark hair. My muscles, the pride of my body, bulged beneath my flesh in my arms and legs, lightly glistening with sweat from my jog to the lake. My abs stood out in relief, and a dark trail of hair led from beneath my ribs down to my loins. There was the most mysterious part of my body. I had found uses for the rest. My eyes saw, my ears heard, my teeth chewed, my hands were useful for moving and touching things, but the thick, heavy tube between my legs, above a soft, delicate sack, seemed to have little use. I relieved myself through it, but why did it have to be so large? I was certain I would learn a use for it one day and make my Father proud.

But however much joy I derived from my body, it could never make up for the despair of loneliness I felt. "Father?" I called meekly. What if he were busy? What if he didn't love me anymore? "Father?" I asked again, a bit louder, my voice cracking.

"Yes, Adam?" He responded. "What troubles you, my child?"

"I...I am lonely. Can you teach the beasts to speak? I adore talking to you, my Lord, but, but please, I need others to speak with." I thought of the boar. "I wish to know what they think and feel, my Lord. Will you please grant this humble wish?" I pleaded.

All of Creation fell silent. Goosebumps appeared all up and down my arms and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I did not mean to offend him oh no what if he banishes me from Eden as he did the boar what if he uncreates me here and now oh what have I done?

"Ahhh, my young Adam," He responded after an eternity of uncertainty. "No, I shall not grant you this, but I shall give to you something infinitely greater. Sleep, my son, and when you shall awake, you shall have a new gift. You shall be happier than you have ever been, this I promise you."

"Thank you, Father," I gasped out, my knees wobbling, my heart pounding. How my dread had so quickly transmuted into elation. How could I sleep now? I was far too excited! But I had to sleep to get my gift. What torture! I had to swim myself to exhaustion in the warm waters of the lake, but I was able to fall asleep, my muscles aching blissfully, as I relaxed on the grass on the shore, my last vision of the distant clouds in the azure sky.

My eyes opened. I was looking into my reflection! How had it gotten out of the water?! I bolted up, panting, my eyes wide. Wait, no...it wasn't my reflection...it hadn't escaped after all. Was this my gift? I studied the body lying next to me. What was it? No...a new word came into mind...Who was she?

She looked much like me. She was almost me, but as I looked more and more I could spot the differences. Her hair was much longer. Like mine, it was black and wavy, but while my hair stopped at my shoulders, her hair reached down to the bottom of its ribs. Her face was smaller, rounder, softer than mine was. Her large eyes were closed in sleep, but a faint smile was on her plump, deep lychee-red lips. Her nose was a bit rounder and smaller. She looked so gentle and delicate...

Her dark brown flesh was soft beneath my touch. Her breath quickened, but she didn't awaken. Almost hidden by her long hair were two massive mounds. My heart raced as I looked at them heaving with every breath she took. Trembling, I reached out and cupped one of them. It was firm, but soft. At its point, it became darker, a coconut brown, and as I held her in my hand, I felt her point harden and poke against my palm. I grinned broadly. Her body was so fascinating. What else was there to discover about her?

Her body had less muscle than mine, but its shape was far more attractive, I realized. I was angular, she was curved. I was hard, she was soft. I was hairy, she was entirely smooth beneath her neck. Her stomach led down to a broad, flat plain between her thighs. I reached down and felt my own manhood between my legs. I looked at her, lacking my tool. I wondered why we were different. Maybe when she woke up she could tell me.

She softly snorted in her sleep. How adorable... She stretched her arms and turned onto her side, revealing a plump, tight backside. Seized by a sudden urge, I spanked it. She awoke with a slight start, sat up, and turned to face me. Now that her eyes were open, I saw that they were a dazzling celadon. We sat there together, staring into each other's eyes. My stomach tingled. My teeth were abuzz. Even though I hadn't run, I began to sweat. I felt afraid, I felt excited, I felt something new...it was almost how I felt about my Father, but...different. I made a note to ask Father about this new feeling. I would pay attention when he explained. This was important. It was the best feeling I had felt since I was created.

"Hello, Adam," she said, her voice more beautiful than the songs of the birds and gentler than the lapping of the waves against the stones.

"Who are you?" I asked. Usually the names of creation came to me, but hers remained unknown. "How do you know my name?"

"Our Father told me your name. He told me many things about you, Adam. He told me that my name is Eve," she explained. "I am your wife, and you are my husband." She took my hands in hers and clasped them against her soft, full chest. I felt her heart beat. My throat got dry. I could barely speak. "Do I satisfy you? The Lord said that I was created for you. I want to satisfy you," she said, urgently, eagerly.

"You satisfy me very much," I confessed honestly. Someone to speak with...a wife...a companion... A second God, almost. Another creation that spoke. Another intelligence in Eden. I was ecstatic beyond mere words. My soul burned. I felt like I could fly with the birds of the garden. "Do you want to see Eden?" I asked.

She bit her lip and nodded a tad awkwardly, but it endeared me to her even more. I vowed to always protect her. "Yes, Adam. I do. Show me our Eden."

Days passed. Every minute was spent with each other. At times God joined us, but even when He left, I was lonely no longer. I taught her, as God had taught me. I taught her the names of the beasts and the fruits of the garden. I showed her my favorite spots. I taught her God's rules for me, except one. I never told her about the Tree. It frightened me, and I made sure to avoid it with her. One night she woke me up, saying I had been crying and whimpering in my sleep. I didn't tell her I had dreaming of the boar in the wilderness. I told her I had had a bad dream. When she asked for more, I walked away and slept somewhere else. The next morning when I returned, dried tears were visible on her face. I snuggled up behind her and held her tightly against me. When she woke up, I apologized and promised never to leave her again. I gave her a commandment, as God had given to me. I commanded that she never ask me about the dream again. Crying, she promised. Crying, I kissed her and held my heart against hers, so that they beat together.

Whenever I looked at my wife, I felt a longing inside me. I had never felt it before. It felt...divine. I wanted to create. "Eve. I must speak to our Lord alone. I will be back shortly," I told her, kissing her forehead.

"Adam, don't leave!" she pleaded. My heart softened, my resolve nearly broke, but I had to find out what these new things were inside me. I hated not knowing.

"I will never leave you. Never. I only have to ask him something. Have no worries, Eve, I will come back." I walked away, knowing that if I were to turn around, I would never be able to leave, even for a moment.

I made my way to the top of the highest hill in the garden. "Father, are you there? It is I, Adam."

"What is it you need, my son?" God asked me.

"I have new feelings when I am with Eve. I do not know their names. I do not know their meaning. Please tell me, Father," I prayed.

"There are things I can teach you, young Adam, and there are things you must learn for yourself. I am sorry, my son, but I cannot tell you this. But I will help you learn it for yourself. When next you see Eve, there will be a new feeling. Give into it. It will lead you to the truth you desire," God instructed.

"Yes, my Lord," I said, sad that he had refused to teach me. Had I not been a good enough student for him? I swallowed. "I will do as you command." I walked home slowly, thinking all the while. What would my new feeling be? How could I follow a feeling? I knew being with Eve would comfort me. I quickened my pace until I reached our home. Eve was eaten a ripe mango, sweet, yellow juice dribbling down her chin. When she saw me, she tossed the fruit aside, wiped her face clean with her arm and ran to me, knocking me down to the ground, kissing my lips, my cheek, my forehead, everywhere.

"I missed you, Adam! I missed you so much!" she told me.

"I missed you, too, Eve."

She ceased her kisses and looked into my eyes, gentle concern visible in her green eyes. "Did God answer your questions?"

"No. He did not. But he said the answer would come," I told her.

As we spoke, my body warmed. The feeling of her heavy breasts against my own chest burned in my mind. My hands felt drawn to her body as I caressed her back, running my fingertips down her spine, from her neck to her bottom, which I firmly spanked. Was this the new feeling?

Eve looked shocked. "Adam, are you alright?"

"Yes, Eve. God told me to give into whatever I felt. We must do as God commands, my wife."

What else did I want to do? My kisses strayed from her face for the first time. I kissed her neck. I nibbled her neck. Eve made new noises. She moaned and groaned loudly, rubbing herself against me. I felt her small, dark nipples sharply pressing against my chest. "Adam," she gasped, her eyes half-closed, "what are we doing? This feels so good..."

"I don't know," I admitted. Something new was happening between my thighs. My manhood was stiffening, hardening, growing larger and larger, becoming hotter and redder. Eve lifted herself off me as she felt it urgently press into her.

"My husband!" she cried, looking in shock at the thick rod beneath her. "What happened?" She reached down and took my shaft in her soft hand. A jolt of energy coursed through my body. Eve rubbed it gently. "Does it hurt?" she asked worriedly. She quickened the pace of her hand. "How can I help you?" she pleaded, biting her lip and looking into my eyes.

I bucked my hips upward, desperate to continue this new feeling. I felt like she held my very soul in her hands. She was in control of me as though I were one of creation's beasts. "It feels marvelous, my wife. Keep healing me," I begged her. I never wanted this to end.

"Yes, my husband," she said, a smile growing on her lips. Her hand blurred as she stroked my throbbing rod, as tall and hard as the oldest oak in Eden. I panted, savoring every sensation she gave me. Eve watched me, delighted at the effect she was having on me. She suddenly stopped. I looked at her, hurt. "Adam," she began, looking unsure of myself. "I...I wish to try something. I am having new feelings, too." She looked down at her crotch, and I followed her gaze. It was glisteningly moist about her slit. I gently probed it with my finger, and she shivered in delight. I had an idea...

I gripped her hips firmly and positioned her dripping wet self above me. "I think I know what to do, Eve."

"I trust you, Adam," she replied huskily.

I slowly lowered her, impaling her on my shaft. We moaned in unison as I entered her. What was this? Her moist, tight body clenched around me. My hardness throbbed within her. Her long, sleek, raven hair hung over her body, parting around her breasts and revealing their full roundness to me. She began to ride me as though I were a stallion. She bounced up and down. Her beasts bounced beautifully. Wave after wave of greater pleasure than I had ever known ran through my body.

Her lips were parted. Her eyes half-closed. Her head was tilted back as she moaned over and over, crying out my name in passion: "Adam! Oh, Adam!" Sweat was dewing upon her breasts. One of her hands reached up uncontrollably and fondled her large breasts, caressing them, pinching her dark, hard nipples.

A strange pleasure was building within me. Something was coming inside me. "Eve!" I cried. "Oh Eve, don't stop!" What was happening? I didn't care. I couldn't imagine any feeling better than what was happening right now. My whole body shuddered. My body felt aflame. Lightning coursed through me. I convulsed and spasmed as hot jets of my soul shot into Eve's body. Eve quivered, moaning and gasping, both her hands grabbing and squeezing and rubbing her breasts, her hair blowing wild and free in the wind, as she screamed a wordless cry of passion. We gasped, trying to catch our breaths.

Eve and I locked eyes and I felt something new in my heart. "Eve," I said hesitantly, a new word in my mind, "I...I love you."

Her pupils widened. "Adam!" she exclaimed, her hand flying up to her mouth. She averted her eyes briefly before returning my gaze yet again. "I love you, too." She gently climbed off me and cuddled up beside me, her arm over my chest, her body tight against me. We fell asleep that way, my body filled with warmth and happiness.

I woke up alone. "Eve?' I called. Where was she? I looked around, but she was nowhere around. In the wet sand nearby, a long, deep, curving path led away from us. I went searching for her, following the path as best as I could. I came across her standing near the Tree. I ran to her. Oh please, no...

Eve turned around and saw me. "Adam! Come here, my love!" she called to me, waving eagerly.




Adam and Eve: The First Lovers



The bottom dropped out of my stomach. My heart stopped. My jaw dropped. Oh no. Oh, my Lord, no. My eyes rested on the bitten apple in her hand. She was doomed. I remembered the boar, alone in the desert. I imagined Eve, alone, crying, starving. Tears rushed to my eyes. What could I do? If God had banished the boar, a dumb beast, what would he do to Eve? What had she done? Why hadn't I told her of the Tree? Why? Wait. Wait...I realized, I realized that I did have a choice. As God had promised, I always had a choice. I breathed deeply and made it.

"I love you, Eve," I said, taking the apple from her hand. I took a deep bite of the apple. "And I will love you forever."



Adam & Evelyn



Chapter One

March, 1817

London

My father had died when I was a toddler. My mother, bless her, did her best by me, but she sheltered me too much. Had it not been for my uncle, Captain Andrew Harringsford, my life would have turned out quite differently. It was Uncle Andrew, when I was nearing my twentieth birthday, who arranged for an important part of my education. 

The butler haughtily looked me up and down then, without a word, held up the salver for my card. I laid it on the white doily that lined the salver. Before the butler could disappear, I said softly, “I’ve been recommended by my uncle, Captain Harringsford,” and laid another card, one Uncle Andrew had given to me, beside my own. 

The butler’s frown faded ever-so-slightly. He nodded to me and moved to the drawing room. I nervously adjusted my coat and neckcloth. After a long moment, the butler reappeared and nodded again, holding the drawing room door open. My legs shaking slightly, I entered the drawing room, not at all certain what I expected to see. 

The lady was seated in a comfortable-looking armchair, dressing in a dark-green silk dress. She was much younger than I expected when I heard she was a widow. Uncle Andrew had told me she was not above twenty-seven, but she had the calm, studied grace of a woman of thirty or more. Her face was framed with black curls, her mouth pouting and kissable. Her neckline was cut low over a full bosom. She was stunning. I sent a prayer of thanks to Uncle Andrew. 

She held out an ungloved hand in greeting. “Mr Adam Harringsford, how lovely to meet you. Your uncle has spoken of you several times.” 

I took her hand in mine and bowed over it. “The pleasure is mine, Lady Wilforth.” 

“Call me Evelyn, please. We must be on a first name basis if we are to become such close associates, my dear Adam.” 

“Evelyn,” I said obediently. 

She motioned to a chair across from her and I timidly sat on the edge. 

“Now, Adam. You must know that I don’t take on every young man that comes to my door. I only burden myself with one pupil at a time. Luckily, you find me unengaged. Still, I must learn a few things about you before we can make an arrangement.” 

I nodded. 

“First, how old are you?” 

“Nineteen, ma’am - Evelyn,” I muttered, feeling myself blush. Far too old to still be a virgin, or so I thought. 

“A little older than some I’ve taken on, but that’s nothing to deter us. What experience do you have?” 

To my shame, I blushed furiously. “I’m sure I don’t you what you mean.” 

“Yes, you do,” she said knowingly. “Dark corners, groping the chambermaid’s drawers?” 

I shook my head. 

“A stray hand down a young lady’s cleavage?” 

Again, I indicated the negative. My cock was stirring at the mere thought of doing such things to the beautiful woman before me. 

She gave a knowing smile. “Have you even seen a naked woman, Adam?” 

My blush deepened. I whispered, “No.” 

She smiled slowly. “A perfect innocent!” she said, her voice amazed. 

I pushed myself up from the chair, but Evelyn put her hand on my leg, stopping me. “Don’t be embarrassed, Adam. You are a blank slate. It will be so nice to have a young man with no bad habits to undo.” 

I allowed her to push me back into the chair. 

“Now, are there any questions you wish to ask me, Adam?” she said, leaning back in the chair. 

I knew I should ask something, but I couldn’t think of anything and so sat dumb before her. 

“Do you find me attractive, Adam?” 

“Oh, yes,” I breathed. 

“Good. That is, as you may predict, of utmost importance. And at first glance, I must return the compliment. Stand before me.” 

Sheepishly, I stood. Evelyn rose as well and set her hands on my shoulders. Her fingers stroked over me as she murmured a running commentary. “Strong arms...a small waist...nice buttocks...” She pinched them lightly. “...very attractive legs...I abhor a man who uses sawdust....” 

Suddenly I realized her fingers were manipulating the buttons on my breeches. I took a surprised step back. 

“Shh, Adam. One last inspection.” The buttons now open, she slipped her hand inside and closed her fingers around my cock, which was already half-erect. She stroked it a few times and it willingly hardened. 

“Oh, yes,” she purred, “I do believe I can work with you.” 

She withdrew her hand. Crossing the room, she silently turned the key in the lock. “Shall we seal our arrangement with a kiss?” 

She came back toward me and, placing a hand behind my neck, pulled my mouth down to hers, stopping when my lips were but a breath away from hers. “I have one rule, my dear Adam. You will be my pupil for the next three months. During that time you may come to me anytime, day or night, but you are not to enlist the services of any other woman during those months. I’ve no intention of catching any nasty diseases. Understood?” 

“Y-yes.” 

She pressed her mouth to mine. Her tongue stroked over the seam of my lips. When I obediently opened them, she extended her tongue into my mouth, stroking in and out with symbolic thrusts. My cock grew painfully hard. 

Her hands slid around me, cupping my buttocks, pulling me close. I groaned involuntarily as my cock pressed against her hip. 

Her hand reached back into my breeches and fished out my cock. She sank to her knees. I was shocked when she put her mouth to it, laying kisses along the entire length. One hand lightly clasping my balls, she opened her mouth and slid me between her lips. I shuddered as she began to suck at me, her warm, wet mouth running up and down my shaft, her tongue stroking playfully over me. 

With a hard shake, I ejaculated in her mouth. I watched, dumbfounded, as she swallowed my seed, then licked my cock clean, gently tucking it back into my breeches. She leaned back on her heels and smiled up at me. “That was just a sample of the pleasure I will give you, Adam.” 

She rose from her heels and pressed another deep kiss to my mouth, releasing me almost reluctantly. “I need to make some arrangements before we can continue.” 

I nodded. “When can I come to you?” 

“Tomorrow evening.” 

It seemed like an age from now. 

She smiled. “Don’t worry, my dear Adam, I’ll make it worth the wait. Go now.” 

With a deep sigh, I bowed, kissing her hand, and slipped out of the drawing room. As I crossed the hallway, the butler appeared again. He held out a key, which I took instinctively. 

“My lady’s room is on the third floor, the second door on the right.” 

I nodded, slipping out of the house. Reality hit me at the same moment at the cool, outdoor air. She had accepted me. Tomorrow night, I would make love with her. 

I set off for Uncle Andrew’s house to give him the news. 

#

I locked the door again after Adam was gone. With a sigh, I moved back to the chair before the fire. I was certainly going to enjoy this. Especially if the boy took after his uncle. I had been girlhood friends with the captain’s wife, Julia, and so was privilege to even more intimate information than Harringsford suspected. 

And it didn’t hurt that Adam was enormous. It had taken all my self control not to exclaim with delight as my fingers closed over that glorious shaft. Still, it wouldn’t do to give the boy a swollen head, no pun intended. A large cock was an asset, certainly, but if a man couldn’t use it properly, he would be insufferable all the same. 

I would have to quickly redecorate her rooms. Adam would be titillated more by the boudoir of the widow than the garish silks and satins of a whore that had excited my last lover. What a disappointment that boy had been! 

Thinking of Adam’s huge cock, I allowed her fingers to open the bodice of my dress, each hand cupping over a breast. My nipples were already hard and I could feel the slick liquid of my arousal seeping between my legs. I timidly pulled her skirt up above my knees. I could do things to men that would surely damn me to Purgatory, but pleasuring myself always brought on a flash of guilt. Tonight, though, the memory of Adam’s young, strong body was irresistible. One hand stayed at my breast as the other drifted down to play along the edge of my channel. I leaned back in the chair, exhaling deeply. 

I circled my clitoris with a solitary finger, spreading the wetness over myself, feeling the shocks of pleasure that flashed through her body. One finger, then two, slid inside. I stroked slowly in and out, making my sex water with arousal. Soon, my excitement grew, and my fingers moved faster and harder through my channel. She gasped involuntarily as my body tightened. My fingers transferred to my clitoris, rubbing the sensitive button. I gasped softly with each touch, unable to hold back my breath. 

I came closer and closer to orgasm, but could not seem to get over. I chaffed at the tiny nub, faster and faster, until I felt I could stand no more. I had to come, and quickly. Focussing on the image of Adam’s aroused cock standing straight out from his lithe body, I touched her clitoris one last time. 

I climaxed violently. 

Slowly coming back down from the height of bliss, I, perforce, abandoned her painfully sensitive button and stroked my slit until my breath grew normal again. 

Lowering my skirt, I breathed another deep sigh. She refastened her bodice and crossed the room, unlocking the door. “Grahamsfield!” I called. 

Her butler appeared almost immediately from the room next door. Had he heard me? I swallowed my embarrassment and asked sharply, “You gave Mr Harringsford a key?” 

“Yes, madam.” 

“Good. Will you send for Madame Jeanette? I wish to have my rooms redecorated.” 

“I confess that I anticipated such a decision. Madame Jeanette will arrive in less than half an hour.” 

“Excellent, Grahamsfield. Have her meet me in my rooms when she arrives. We must give my dear Adam a proper welcome tomorrow night.”

Chapter Two

I adjusted the last flowers in the vase on the table. I was full of nervous energy. I always felt this way before greeting a new pupil. It was the final test. After tonight, I would know whether I would need to take a rough hand to make the young boy a passable lover, or whether I would only give encouragement where encouragement was needed to polish skills the boy already had. 

I didn’t charge for my...services. It was a pleasure. I laughed slightly to herself. The ones that should be paying me were the virgin brides of the Regency. If those boys were sent off to consummate a marriage without my instruction, many a woman would have been quite displeased with her wedding night. 

I moved to sit at the mirror. Taking up a comb, I brushed the dark hair that was already gleaming in the candlelight. The rooms had transformed themselves wonderfully. Gone were the garish colours that had made me strangely uncomfortable. It had been necessary, however, for my last pupil to even be able to get it up. 

I bit her lip, set the brush on the table, and resumed my pacing. At least with Adam, I did not have to worry. His virility could not be denied. My preliminary explorations had shown me that. I smiled, thinking of the look on his face when I had closed her lips over his cock. He had stretched my mouth wide. I hoped to be stretched in other ways tonight. 

A timid knock came on the door. “Come,” I called, adjusting my dressing gown. Turning, I saw Adam standing in the doorway looking shy and uncertain. “Come in, my dear Adam,” I repeated, rising from my chair and crossing to him. I held out a hand, which the nervous boy kissed with punctilious gallantry. 

As always, I was amused to notice the glances toward my bosom and hips. They always though they were being so discreet. Adam’s glances, at least, weren’t as lecherous as most. 

“Why don’t you lock the door, Adam? We don’t want to be disturbed.” 

Sheepishly, he pulled the door closed behind him and turned the key in the lock. I crossed to the bed, leaned against one of the bedposts, and smiled at the young man, trying to reassure him. “Well, Adam. Tonight we finally get to know each other. How we do that is up to you. Do you want me to undress for you?” I asked slyly. “Or would you rather do it yourself?” 

#

Of their own volition, my hands reached toward her. Unfortunately my feet did not move and I was left grasping at air. Sheepishly, I stepped forward and set my hands briefly on her shoulders. My fingers slid up her neck to tangle in her hair and tilt her head back. I was remembering the taste of her kiss and wanted it again. I pressed my mouth timidly to hers, sliding my tongue against her lips. They parted invitingly and I allowed my tongue to slip into her mouth. She sucked gently on it, making my cock quiver with anticipation. I moved my hands down over her body, feeling her generous curves through the fabric of her gown. 

Her arms circled my waist and held me close, her lips pressing against my neck, her hands clasping my buttocks. My cock brushed heavily against her and I gave an involuntary groan. She smiled and gently guided my hands to the fastenings of her dressing gown. 

My hands slipped under her gown. Her skin was wonderfully soft, I moved over her breast, feeling the soft fullness filling my palm and the contrasting hardness of her nipple. I kneaded it lightly and was pleased when she gave a little coo of delight. 

Feeling more confident, I pushed the fabric off her shoulders. It pooled onto her wrists, exposing her to the waist. She was exquisite. They were the same beautiful shapes I had seen in paintings and illustrations, but real and touchable. I looked with delight on the fleshy mounds. Her areolas were a rich, deep brown surrounding her tight nipples. I took one little nub between my thumb and forefinger, twisting it lightly. She gasped, then gave me a soft smile, reaching for my coat buttons. 

I was quickly stripped to my breeches. She would have removed those too, but I was anxious to see her entire body and pushed her dressing gown off her wrists, making it fall to the floor. I positively gapped at her, admiring the slope of her belly leading down to the nest of curly black hair between her long legs. 

“You’re beautiful,” I whispered. She smiled kindly, but I knew she had heard the words a hundred times before from a dozen different men. I said nothing more as she unfastened my breeches and began pulling them down. When I was naked, she took a step back and glanced over me. “So are you,” she said softly. 

Her hand closed around my cock and pulled me gently toward the bed. She lay down on her back, lifting her arms invitingly for me to join her. My need for her was driving me nearly to madness, but I wanted to prolong this night as long as I could, to treasure it. I sat on the bed beside her, letting my hands run over her skin. It was soft as rose petals. 

Leaning down, I pressed my mouth to the little notch below her throat, trailing down over her breasts. She exhaled as I closed over her nipple. I prodded at its hardness with my tongue. She arched her back, filling my mouth with her breast. I sealed my mouth over her skin and suckled at her. “Oh, Adam,” she breathed. She was pleased, I realized. I released her, kissed the spot between her breasts, then began to pay the same attention to the other delightful mound, enjoying the deep moans that escaped her. 

My fingers wandered between her thighs, discovering the pleasant coarseness of her pubic hair and the slick wetness of her sex. My fingers wandered through the folds and found a tiny spot at the top of her entrance that made her gasp loudly. I chuckled at the reaction and softly stroked it, making her gasps progressively louder until she shook violently and gave a great moan, her legs falling open. 

The sight of her wet folds, presented to me like an offering, was too much for my virgin body to resist. I climbed onto her, bracing my weight onto my forearms so I wouldn’t crush her. The tip of my cock found the moistness of her channel and I plunged into her wet heat with a gasp of pleasure. She opened her eyes at the motion, then slowly smiled. Her hand behind my neck, she brought my mouth down to hers for a deep kiss. 

I pulled back so I was nearly out of her, then forged inside again. I couldn’t count the times I had imagined how it would feel to have my swollen cock plunged into a woman’s body. My mind had fallen far short of reality. With each push into Evelyn’s sex, I groaned with the sensations that flooded through me. In less than half a dozen thrusts, I had spent myself into her body. 

I collapsed over her, my face burning with shame. It couldn’t have been more than a minute. From mount to release, less than a minute. I hid my face in her neck for a moment. 

Realizing she probably couldn’t breathe beneath me, I rolled to the side, leaving my legs tangled with hers. 

#

I lay back on the bed, too tired to disengage my limbs from Adam’s. 

He had not been concerned about my pleasure, I told herself, no matter how it had seemed. He had only been fascinated by his first view of the naked female form. That was why he had touched me like a treasured prize. It had meant nothing. No man was that generous. 

But then there had been that chuckle when he had discovered my clitoris. His hot mouth on my breasts had aroused me to the point where a few light strokes on the little nub had taken me to the peak. It had been only a coincidence that Adam’s explorations had given me orgasm. Only coincidence. 

Still, I thought as I snuggled against him, it had been lovely. 

“Should I go now?” he asked timidly. 

“Do you want to?” 

“No.” 

“Then stay. Rest. And we can try it again.” 

There was a long silence before he answered. “I’ll do better next time. I swear.” 

I smiled. They were always so insecure after the first time. “You did wonderfully,” I told him. I reached over and began to stroke him intimately, feeling him stir. “And it looks like you’ll be ready again soon. Perhaps I won’t let you have a rest,” I teased. “At least not until you’ve earned it.” 

He grew hard again with all the rapidity of his age. I lifted myself so I knelt over him, pressing my mouth to his neck and drifting down to his nipple, where I bit him gently. He tasted of the sweat from our first coupling. I stroked her tongue over his body, teasing him, playing with him, until I could feel the tense need for release fill his body. His hands clasped my thighs tightly. 

I raised her hips, then lowered myself onto him. I moved slowly, so he would last, enjoying the feeling of being stretched over his width and length. After a few moments, he raised his knees, bracing his feet on the bed and began to meet my downward thrusts. I smiled down into his twinkling eyes, our gazes communicated the pleasure we were taking in each other’s bodies. 

He lasted longer this time, but not by much. I sighed as she felt his warm seed spurting up into me. His undeniable enthusiasm easily made up for any temporary lack of stamina. I wanted to tell him so, but I knew he would not believe it. I leaned down for a kiss, then moved to lie down beside him. We lay still for a few moments, catching our breath, before Adam pushed himself up. 

I bit my lip to keep myself from asking him to stay. The last thing I needed was to become attached to him.

My wish, nevertheless, was granted. Adam reached down to the foot of the bed to tuck the blankets over our bodies, then pulled me against him, his hands still exploring. I allowed him to touch, and even found myself whispering as I caressed his chest, “I think I’m going to enjoy the next couple months."

Chapter Three

I flipped the pillow over and set my cheek against the cool fabric. The scene was playing itself over in my mind again, as it had nearly a dozen times that day. The scene last night, when I had finally lain with a women. And not just any woman. An alluring widow. Beautiful Evelyn. 




Adam & Eve's First Time



Readers: Biblical and historical accounts of Adam and Eve's early relationship are very sketchy. This imprecise information leaves much for the imagination to fill in. This tale is my interpretation of events. To paraphrase an old Simon & Garfunkel song; 'You'll hear words you never heard in the bible'. Hopefully, my story won't be considered blasphemous babbling by any of our bible-toting brethren who might read it. 

*

Alone was I, walking aimlessly through the green pastures and meadows, when upon a forested glen I did come. Seeing no harm in it, I entered the shadowy realm for a little exploratory expedition.

Soon I realized I must be careful of the myriad array of briars and brambles which could rip and tear uncovered skin. I began thinking about how lucky animals were to have fur or hair for skin protection. The only furry hair covering I had on my body was on the top of my head and between my legs. 

I made up a word for my unclothed predicament. I called it 'nudity'. Yep, I was as nude as the day the Creator made me! This is what I did for a living. I gave a name to 'things' which had no name before. 

Truth be told, one of the first things I named was the long, dangly appendage hanging down between my legs. The word 'cock' came to my mind and I decided to stay with it. I believe I came up with the name when I'd named the 'rooster'. Those horny cacklers wake up early in the morning and crow like hell! The cock between my legs was the same way. Early in the morning it did rise and the only way I'd discover to tame its demanding crowing was to pump it vigorously with my hand until it shot out a load of milky cream. A side benefit to this exercise was that it felt pretty damn good doing it!

As I continued walking along, the trees, bushes, and briars thinned out and soon I found myself on the edge of a beautiful garden. I was awestruck by its magnificence and bounty. Right then and there, I decided to name the place 'Eden'. 

So amazed was I by the wonders of Eden, I didn't immediately hear the soothing, angelic singing coming from behind a tree. Finally, I heard the melodious tones. With my curiosity aroused, I crept forward to investigate. 

Talking about being aroused! Why, as soon as my eyes beheld the sight of the wondrous creature standing there, the cock between my legs became swollen and fully erect! 

Nude like me, the enchanting vision had shapes and curves which were stimulating my loins in a way I'd never known before. For some curious reason I had an irresistible urge to mate with the exotic being. 

Where in the world this fascinating life form had come from, I couldn't say. Since the being was standing up on legs like mine, I decided this must be a female version of me. I had been calling myself a 'man', so I would call this creature a 'woman'. Woe is me as a man because I've fallen head-over-heels in love with her seductively erotic body. 

Touching a tender place in my side where a rib had been removed, I recalled something the Almighty had said about making me a companion and playmate for life. Perhaps this feminine apparition was it. 

The woman bent over to pick some berries from a bush. Posed as she was, I realized her body was so picture-perfect a visual image of the word 'playmate' was stuck in my mind and in my eyes. 

Stepping out from behind the tree, I walked towards the woman. I had a hypnotic urge to touch her, but I kept my hands to myself. Speaking softly, I said, "Hi there, woman. How are you? Do you have a name? If not, I can give you one. It's my job, if you care to know."

Startled, the woman turned, smiled, and answered, "Hi yourself, Mister. I'm fine. I've been wondering when you'd be coming along. Yes, I have a name. God told me to call myself 'Eve'. You must be the famous 'Adam' he's told me about?"

"Yes ma'am, Adam is my name," I responded. "I'm very happy to meet you, Eve. God has only told me a few things about you. Hell, he didn't mention anything about how beautifully sexy you would be!"

Eve looked at me disapprovingly and sternly admonished, "Adam, we're not supposed to use the word 'Hell' because we come from a place called 'Heaven'!"

"Now woman!" I said firmly. "Don't you start pestering me about my language! Next thing I know, you'll be telling me I can't drink or smoke!"

Looking at me with a frown on her face, Eve asked, "Do you really drink and smoke, Adam? God told me you were a 'good' man with no vices!"

"Miss Eve, don't you fret," I said. "I was just kidding. I don't drink. I don't smoke and I don't chew and I don't go with girls that do!" 

Eve giggled at my feeble attempt at humor. Taking my hand, she led me over to a grassy nook near a quiet-running stream. We talked a little while and had a snack made from nuts, berries, and fruit.

Unashamedly, I was giving Eve's body a good hard look. This woman had a head full of long, curly hair. She had a thin bush of curly hair between her legs. Below her bush, long, well-tapered legs ran all the way down to barefooted feet. Upon her chest sat two magnificent mammary orbs. 

The melon-shaped ornaments decorating Eve's chest had an alluring, inviting attraction for both my hands and my mouth. My hands wanted to play with them and my mouth wanted to suckle the feminine fruit. There at the tip of each perfect sphere was a protruding, pink nub.

Without asking for Eve's permission or consent, I began playing with the feminine objects I so desired. She didn't seem to mind, so I played to my heart's content. My mind began to think up names I could give to these mesmerizing mounds. I had a couple of words in particular in mind.

Eve beat me to the punch. Smiling contently, she said, "Adam, do you like my girls? I'm not exactly sure about what to call them, but I've come up with two names to choose from. I like the word 'breasts' and the word 'tits'. I can't decide between them. Which one of them do you like better, Adam?"

"Damn, Eve!" I answered with mischievously teasing distress. "I'm having trouble choosing myself because I like your right one just as much as the left one! They're both beautiful girls!"

Shaking her head with annoyance, Eve retorted impatiently, "Silly man, I didn't mean which 'girl' you liked the best! I want to know which name you preferred. Do you like 'tits' or do you like 'breasts'?"

"What's in a name, Eve?" I replied. "A rose by any other name would look and feel as beautifully sweet! How about we keep both names? We'll use 'breasts' on formal occasions like when we are talking to God. I'll say something like, 'God, that's some mighty fine breasts you've given my woman Eve!' And, when we are alone, we'll use 'tits' as a more intimate endearment. I'll say something like, 'Hot damn Eve, your tits are beautiful!' What do you think about that?"

Eve giggled merrily and then proved she too could play the game of mischievousness merriment. "Sounds fine to me," she said. "Mister, you can call them 'breasts' or 'tits' or 'jugs' or 'knockers' or 'boobs' or anything you want just as long as you love them and play with them! You do love them, don't you, Adam? If you do, then you'd better kiss them!"

"Hell yes, I love them!" I answered adamantly. And, kiss those beautiful girls I did. First, one melon-shaped boob felt the oral assault of my tit-hungry roving mouth. The other tit became a victim of a similar attack. Nubile nipples popped to attention against my teeth as my tongue traced kissing circles round and round them. 

So violent was my mouth's breast battering, Eve was knocked to her back in the soft grass. A nipple was pulled out of my suckling mouth so violently it caused an audible 'pop'. 

Having tasted feminine fruit, I had no intention of stopping now. My flesh-hungry lips explored my woman's silky, soft flesh from head to toe. Her supple lips provided sweet nectar which inflamed the twin fires of passion and love. Eve's abdomen and its bellybutton indentation became playgrounds for my kissing touch. 

I flipped Eve over onto her belly and kissed her back, her legs, and the well-endowed fullness of her pretty derriere. 'Derriere'...? Now where in the world did my mind get this name? This name is too fancy and formal for everyday use. So, I needed a short, intimate name which would convey the stimulating horniness I felt while playing with and kissing this sweet, soft feminine flesh. 

When I bent over again to kiss the fullness of this exotic beauty's behind, my erect cock was tickled by the grass beneath her. I liked the feeling of grass under my feet as a walked to and fro barefooted. Yeah, I liked grass and I liked ass. 'Ass'...? Why this word popped into my head, I couldn't say, but it sounded like a keeper to me. 

"Hey, Eve," I said. "Lady, you've got a really nice ass! I like it very much, but I believe the Old Man upstairs gave you a defective one. Why honey, your ass has a crack down the middle splitting it apart!"

Eve giggled with melodious merriment. Flipping over onto her back, she looked at me just as if she were staring at a half-witted man. "Adam," she lectured. "God's ways are mysterious and we're not supposed to question them. Besides, I don't believe my 'ass' is defective because I have a cracked mound on the front side of me, too!"

"You do?" I asked with skepticism. "Well, Miss Prissy, I believe I'd have to get a look at that place before I'd go to giving God the benefit of my doubts. I come from a 'show-me' land, so M'lady, show me!"

Playing along eagerly, Eve spread her legs wide and pointed to the hair-covered opening between her legs. During my visual and oral exploration of this wondrous woman's body, I had bypassed this bush-covered place. My thinking was if God had covered it then perhaps it was a female 'thing' with little a man would find appealing. 

Man-o-man was I mistaken! Right there, where Eve was pointing, was a glorious mound of erotically stimulating feminine flesh the likes of which I couldn't believe existed! Appealing...? Why, bless my soul, the mounded perfection of Eve's womanhood was the most wondrously fascinating sight I'd ever been privileged to see!

"Believe me now?" Eve seductively teased. "See the cracked place? Mister 'doubter', you just watch this! I'm going to open my spilt place and let you see what I have hidden inside it."

With mesmerized eyes, I saw the woman spread the swollen outer lips of her fabulous mound. Out popped a tantalizing treasure which made my cock swell to its bursting point. Below the dangling jewel, small, butterfly wings of inner flesh gave hint of a moisturized opening. 

"God Almighty, Eve!" I exclaimed. "What do you call this marvelous thing? Do you already have a name picked out? I hope so because I'm so stunned I couldn't come up with a name even if God threatened to fire me from my name-calling job."

The woman beneath my eyes smiled and happily answered, "Why, yes Sir I just happened to have picked out names myself! One day I was playing with some baby pussycats. The cute little felines were cuddly, warm, and furry. I decided to name the warm, furry place between my legs a 'pussy'. 'Vagina' is a formal name I picked. The part that's sticking out in between my pussy lips, I call a 'clitoris' or 'clit' for short. Adam, dear, do you like my names?" 

"Lordy me, I surely do!" I boldly pronounced. "Damn Eve, I love your names and I love looking at your pretty pussy and clit! But, lady of mine, I'm afraid I'm going to have to do the same thing to your vaginal feminine delights I did with your tits. Babe, I just have to have my hands and lips on them." 

Pushing Eve's fingers aside, my own fingers dug into the mound of her feminine flesh. My hands attacked and roughly caressed my woman's pussy. Having tasted the fruit of her breasts, I had every intention of tasting every inch of this delectable female treasure Eve was giving me. 

My flesh-hungry lips explored my woman's silky, soft pussy. My mouth felt racing blood running through seductively swollen outer lips. My fingers pulled curly hairs aside so my lips could kiss the silky skin close to her thighs. 

Ravenous pussy-hunger seized control of my senses. Spreading the puffy lips, my mouth and lips assaulted the tempting clit. This warm, juicy protrusion of exotic femininity stiffened to erectness as I greedily licked and sucked it.

My licking, exploring tongue found entrance in through the inner-pussy butterfly wings and found this woman's mysterious vaginal hole. The sticky wetness of feminine moisture assailed my probing tongue. Licking and lapping at the slippery stickiness, my stiffened oral cock continued its exploratory quest. Deeper and deeper into the bottomless depths did I plunge. 

"Ouch!" Eve exclaimed. "Adam that hurt! You're sticking your tongue in too deep and you're hurting my hymen. And, quit biting my clit so hard! How would you like it if I chewed on your manhood so hard I made it sore?" 

Sensing an opening for another avenue of sexual stimulation, I winked and answered, "Well Eve, I suppose I wouldn't mind if you sucked and chewed on my cock for a while. A little lady like you can't hurt my big, hard fella!"

I was wrong, at least I was halfway wrong. Eve tackled me, shoved me to my back in the grass, and grabbed my elongated shaft. Without any planned forethought the woman popped the head of my cock into her mouth. 

Just like me, today was Eve's first time experiencing sex. She didn't know any more about what she was doing than I did. Yet, with a cock stuck inside it, her mouth knew what to do. Releasing saliva as a lubricant, this woman's mouth began to hungrily bob up and down on the rigid rod. 

While she was sucking on my throbbing erection, Eve's tongue was doing magical tricks all along my swollen manhood. Twisting and twirling the woman's serpentine tongue was teasing my tender flesh and driving me crazy. 

"Oh Babe," I gasped. "That feels incredibly good! But, I believe you were told you couldn't hurt my big fella, so you just go right on sucking and I'll lie here and enjoy your feeble attempts to try. Lady, you've got to learn to listen to your man when he tells you what's what!"

I wish God had warned me about a woman's temper sometimes being short. Hell, I had no idea I was teasing Eve too much! I learned my mistake the hard way. 

"Adam, tell me how this feels!" Eve impishly said. Her teeth bit into the tender flesh of my swollen cock. She scraped her sharpened chewers all along the length of my shaft. She nipped at my skin and stubbornly chewed on my meaty erection. 

Adding insult to injury, Eve mockingly said, "Feels good, doesn't it, Adam? You just lie back and enjoy my feeble attempts. Are you still having a good time, my dear?"

Grabbing the mischievous woman by her long, curly hair, I smacked her ass with a stinging whack and pulled her greedy, cock-biting teeth away from my loins. Pulling her atop me, I settled her on my chest with her tits pushing against my hot skin. 

"Shut up and kiss me, Eve!" I ordered. "If you keep on teasing me, I'll turn you over my knees and give your pretty little ass a good and proper spanking! Now, what would you think about that?" 

Despite her efforts to prevent it, Eve grinned. "Promises, promises," She irresistibly teased. "That's all a man can do. Why Adam, if you really wanted to spank my ass then you would stop talking about it and just do so!" 

Springing up into a sitting position, I twisted the wickedly wanton woman's body into a lying position across my lap. Her sticky, wet pussy was pressed so tightly against my hardened erection our pubic hairs became intertwined. My cock was enclosed within the confines of her warm thighs.

Raising my hand, I slapped a seductive, lily-white ass cheek with a quick smack. Ass smack after ass smack followed until both cheeks glowed with a reddening tint. Eve whimpered, but she didn't cry out or protest my manhandling mauling. 

Emboldened, I spanked her again. This time, my stinging slaps must have caused too much discomfort. "God, Adam!" Eve wailed with tears streaming from her eyes. "Mister, if you start getting too rough, I'll kick your ass all over this beautiful garden!" 

"Sorry, Eve," I said with genuine remorse. "Honey, I was just so caught up in the excitement of ass spanking I couldn't control myself. How about you lie down and let me kiss it and make it 'all better'?" 

Eve turned over onto her belly in the grass and I rained a torrent of soothing kisses all over the reddish skin of her ass. My kissy-licky lips warmed to their task of providing nurturing comfort to inflamed flesh. My licking tongue traced tickling lines all around each beautiful cheek. 

When at last the reddened skin turned back to white, I stopped kissing my woman's ass. Picking her lithe body up off the grass, I sat her astride my lap with her legs going behind my back. Her breasts were pressed against my chest and our naked loins were touching.

Drippy moisture was leaking from Eve's pussy and running along the length of my stimulated cock. I had been wondering about all the wetness she had between her legs. Was she supposed to be so wet and was it natural?

"Eve?" I asked inquisitively. "Are you certain God didn't give you a 'defective' female body? Your pussy has sprung a leak and is dripping all over us!" Putting her arms around my neck, Eve wet her lips and kissed me with an ardent passion which shook me to my toes. Looking deeply into my eyes, she whispered, "Adam, my dear sweet man, God told me there was a reason for the wetness dripping from my pussy, but he didn't explain it fully. He said I'd like the reason and you would, too. Oh, and yeah, he mentioned something about it being a lubricant for penile penetration."

"Adam?" Eve quickly questioned. "What is 'penile penetration'? I've been wondering about it ever since God told me. You've been around longer than I have, Adam, so what is it?"

Shrugging my shoulders with bewilderment, I answered, "Beats me, Eve. I've never heard of it before. God never mentioned it to me. The last time I talked to the Old Man upstairs he said, 'Adam, when you find Eve, be fruitful and multiply.' There wasn't a word said about penile penetration."

"Oh my goodness me!" Eve cried out. "Why Adam, God said the same thing to me! He said, 'When Adam comes along, be fruitful and multiply'. What does that mean? Do you know how to multiply, Adam?"

Shaking my head as an indication of a negative answer, I pulled Eve closer to me and began to ponder the predicaments of beginning a new species of earthly life forms. This is not going to be as easy as I expected.

As I pondered, Eve reached down and moved my cock into a more comfortable position between her legs. She was sitting with my elongated rod stuck beneath her with the shaft cocooned in the crack of her ass. My swollen cockhead was touching the entrance to the hole I'd seen between her ass cracks. Thinking of that hole sparked my imagination.

"Lord a mercy, Eve!" I declared. "I've got an idea about how to 'multiply'! Have you ever noticed how the male animals in the fields and woods are always jumping up on the back of their mates? The male sticks his cock into the female's ass and they mate. Next time you see them, they might have one or two little ones of their own kind tagging along. Eve, I think they are 'multiplying'!" 

"That makes sense, Adam," Eve agreed. "God told us to, so why don't we try it? I'll get up on my knees and bend over and you can get behind me. Try sticking your cock into my ass and try to multiply me."

While Eve was moving into a mating position, I began scratching my head and thinking. As I moved to kneel behind the woman, I said, "Eve, I'd love to multiply you, but I've been thinking. 'Multiply' is a complicated word which is too long and cumbersome. Why don't we come up with a short, more-easily pronounceable name? Eve, how does the word 'fuck' sound to you? I could say, 'Woman, I'd like to 'fuck' you!' What do you think?"




Adam & Eve's First Time



"Oh Adam, that's a perfect word!" Eve heartedly agreed. "You are good at your naming job. Now Mister, stop talking, stick your cock into my ass, and 'fuck' me!" 

Needing no encouragement, I hurriedly moved to accomplish this task. I quickly learned that 'to fuck' was more easily said than done. Something just wasn't going right.

Spreading the beautiful ass cheeks wide, I aimed my manhood directly at the inviting asshole and pushed against it firmly. Eve grimaced and squealed in pain. I did, too. The tender head of my cock was burning. 

"Eve," I said. "This hurts like Hell! Your asshole is too dry and so is my cock. I can't fuck you in the ass unless we have some kind of lubrication."

Eve's head swiveled around and she looked me directly in the eye. "Lubrication?" she asked. "Did you say you needed lubrication to be able to fuck me? Adam, don't you remember me telling you the wetness dripping from my pussy is 'lubrication'? Why Adam, I do believe God meant for you to fuck the hole in my pussy and not the one in my ass!"

Digesting her words for a second, I came to the conclusion she might be right. "Hey there, Lady," I said. "I believe you might be on to something! We might as well give it a try. Maybe it won't hurt too much."

Redirecting the stiffened rod which was still touching Eve's asshole, I lowered my erect shaft until it came upon a pool of warm moisture. The head of my cock soaked in this soothing vaginal spa. Drippy wet fluids ran down the entire elongated length of my manhood. 

Suddenly, a remembrance came to my mind. Back when I was trying to come up with names for the dangly appendage between my legs, God's voice had whispered into my ear, "Adam, that's your 'penis'. Don't abuse it too much and it will make you happy." 

At the time this information was given out, I was too busy to listen to God's words. I had my hand wrapped around my manly meat and was pounding it like crazy until it gave up its sweet orgasmic milk.

"Eve!" I excitedly exclaimed. "I know what 'penile penetration' means! God called my cock a 'penis' and I'd bet 'penile' means a stiffened penis. I'd bet the 'penetration' part is the joining together of a penis and a pussy."

With the head of my cock already comfortably cozy inside Eve's pussy, I went ahead and shoved the rest of the swollen shaft in, too. The female creature I was trying to fuck screamed. Her piercing yell echoed off into the distant hills. 

"Good God, Eve, I'm sorry," I apologized. "I completely forgot about the tender female membrane inside your pussy. I guess I ruptured it. Do you want me to stop?"

Instead of answering, Eve butted her ass back towards me driving the stiffened penile intruder deeper into her pussy. Slippery wet vaginal fluids lubricated my throbbing erection. Tight, feminine muscles latched onto my shaft and squeezed and compressed it. 

Instinct propelled me to protect my penis from drowning in the sweltering wet hole of this woman's pussy. I pulled my cock out a little, but then drove it back in. I knew I dare not stop pounding the pussy or the tight, groping vaginal muscles would squeeze the life out of it. 

I was beginning to have the same feeling I get when I beat my meat with my hand. Only this feeling was becoming multiplied by many times over. I'd never know such blissful ecstasy could exist. "Eve?" I asked. "Are you feeling this? What do you think of penile penetration?"

"Oh yes Adam, I feel it," Eve breathlessly whispered. "I love it, I love it, I do! It hurt at first, but now it feels gloriously good. Just stop talking and keep on fucking me!"

Without uttering another word, I kept on fucking my lady. Frictional fires were burning. Hotter and hotter they relentlessly blazed. Slippery wet loins raced towards the oblivion of sexual release. 

Eve began whimpering rapidly when an unimaginable, magical, orgasmic delirium swept over her naked body. Her pussy began spraying my cock and balls with steaming female cum. 

Eve's feminine loins were a smoldering oven inflaming my manhood to release its heated testicle seeds. Boiling seminal fluids burst forth and spilled into my woman's welcoming womb. The spewing eruption shook me from the tip of my cock to my toes and from the hair between my legs to the hair on my head. 

Thick globs of hot, pressurized, creamy cum entering her pussy sparked Eve's body into another fit of delirious orgasmic delight. She shuddered, she whimpered, she whined, and she cried. 

With our earthly bodies physically joined, our hearts, our minds, and our souls became intertwined in carnal bliss. Who but God could devise such wondrously enlightening enchantment?

My cock thrust into Eve's pussy one last time and another spastic orgasm thrilled me. My testicle sack delivered every drop of seminal cream it had into my woman. I felt the last spurt of Eve's female cum dripping on the shaft buried inside her. 

Our climaxing eruptions finally ended. I sat back in the grass and Eve climbed into my lap. With her arms wrapped around my chest and back, she curled up into a fetal position against me. For a while, neither of us spoke. We were completely contented to let the orgasmic afterglow last as long as it could. 

Breaking the silence, Eve softly said, "That was wonderful, Adam. When can we do it again? You know what? I bet we could do it face to face! That way I can push my tits against you and kiss you while we fuck. Adam, do you think it will work from the front?"

"It might work," I answered. "It's worth a shot at trying although I've never seen any animals in the woods and fields doing it that way. Let's go wash off in the stream and then we'll try it."

After a refreshing bath and swim, Eve and I tried the 'face to face' fucking position. Surprisingly, it worked out even better than either of us could have imagined! Our entire bodies pressed together while our legs and arms became entangled like earthworms mating. 

This time our love making was slow and deliberate. Yet, the orgasms we gave each other were just as overpoweringly awesome as our first time. Once more, we basked in the afterglow of joyous sexual satisfaction. 

"I love you, Adam," Eve announced. "From now on, why don't we fuck this way every time? I think its lots better. Don't you think so, too?"

Hugging her tightly, I replied, "Yes Eve, this is much, much better and we can do it this way every day. But, Honey, I'd like to do it the other way every once in awhile in remembrance of our first time. We might even think up a few different positions to try. And, Eve, I love you, too!"

While we lay cocooned in the loving embrace of each others arms, an ethereal voice spoke from a passing cloud, "I now pronounce you Man and Wife. What God has joined together, let no power split asunder. Live and love together until in death you do part." 

Rising from the ground, I took my woman's hand and pulled her up. We strolled along the banks of the stream and took a leisurely walk through the garden. After our strenuous sex play, we were hungry so we nibbled on some of the abundant fruits and berries. One fruit tree in particular caught Eve's attention. It was located in the center of the garden and was loaded with round, red balls of fruit. 

"Hey, Adam," Eve said. "Let's take a look at those beautiful 'apples'. Don't they look delicious? I bet they taste good, too. Want one?"

At first I wasn't paying attention to what Eve was saying. She had lifted her arms to pick some of the red fruit. I had turned her sweet ass towards me, slipped my arms around her, and was juggling her tits and playing with her pussy. My probing fingers discovered she was already getting slippery wet again! My cock was swelling and jumping excitedly. I was giving some serious thought to bending her over and fucking her under this apple tree.

"Want a bite, Adam?" Eve asked. "I swear Mister; I think sex is all you can think about! Don't get me wrong, I don't mind, I don't mind at all. But, a man can't live by sex alone."

Maybe a man couldn't live by sex alone, but he could certainly try! Giving in to my carnal thoughts, I pulled Eve's ass against me, bent her over at the waist, and slipped my woman-hungry cock into her slippery pussy. 

Standing there in the garden, I began mating with my woman with the vigorous enthusiasm of a wild stallion mounting a feral filly in heat. My thrusting manhood disappeared again and again into its welcoming vaginal home.

"This is good," Eve said after biting into an apple. "Adam, take a bite and then keep on fucking me. Oh God, I'm about ready to cum again!" 

Hell, I was about ready to cum again, too! Following Eve's instructions, I took a bite of the apple and kept on fucking her. As orgasms began overpowering me, I recalled an ominous warning from God. 

"Eve!" I exclaimed. "We're not supposed to eat this! Didn't you get the message from God? Oh, God Almighty I'm cumming! Hang on!"

I could tell by Eve's whimpering cries she was cumming, too. Through orgasmic breaths, she answered, "Yes Adam, I got the message, but what harm could eating one little apple cause?"

As our orgasms peaked, the sky above us darkened. Lightning flashed and the heavens ripped open. A thunderous voice spoke menacingly, "Now you've done it!"

The end 

(The rest is in a famous book full of stories with sexual content)