5 comments/ 15799 views/ 7 favorites Fucking with Time By: Toru It happened when I was on the tube on the way back from a dinner one Saturday evening. I was leaning with my shoulder against the glass divider and unabashedly inspecting the cleavage of the brunette sitting opposite, whose low-cut, clingy dress left little to the imagination. At the same time I was pointedly ignoring the disapproving glares coming from the old lady beside her. However, this was England. The old lady would rather have jumped with silent dignity off a cliff than have the mortifying conversation necessary to alert the young woman to my ogling. As I watched, the young woman shifted slightly in her seat and folded her arms, causing her breasts to swell as they were pushed together and making her cleavage that much more enticing. I saw her long eyelashes flicker - had she noticed my gaze? She was really something special, I thought, contemplating her sensual, half open lips. I would have to get her number. As I wondered what the best way was to make contact might be, there was a deep explosion somewhere ahead, and the train crashed. At least, I assume that's what happened. I was luckily already leaning on the glass divider, but the force of the crash threw me off my feet and my cheek hit the glass hard. The passengers who had been sitting down weren't so lucky; they had been thrown into each other, onto the floor and into the walls and windows of the train. They slowly righted themselves from the dismal pile they had fallen into on the floor. A businessman in his 30s was the first to his feet, brushing himself down and looking around in the dim light that was coming through the windows from the tunnel lighting (the lights onboard the train had gone out in the crash). "What was that?" he asked in a voice that he was clearly trying to keep as casual as possible, though his pale face and wide eyes betrayed his actual anxiety. "Haven't a clue," I said, getting to my feet. The young brunette pulled herself up onto the seat, her eyes open and earphones out. "Sounded like some kind of explosion. I hope it's nothing serious," she said, trying to see through the windows what had happened. "Terrorists, fucking terrorists, attacking us in our own country!" The old woman told us angrily, all inhibitions swept away by fear and anger. "It's lucky we're not all dead!" It went on like this for a few minutes while we waited for someone to come and tell us what to do. However, no one came. "Someone should go and see what's going on!" pronounced the old woman, after we'd sat there for about 15 minutes. No one had so much as come into sight, although some ominously loud creaking sounds had come from further up the tunnel. "They might want us to walk back to the station." She looked pointedly at me. I had been growing sick of her exclamations about the sorry state of the country, so I was in fact quite happy to oblige. Besides, I'd always wanted to use the emergency lever to open the train doors. I looked back at them briefly as I stepped out of into the tunnel, and was gratified to see an anxious look on the face of the brunette as she watched me go. I wondered fleetingly why I was still thinking about that when there were clearly more pressing matters at hand. Though carelessly braving danger is all very well in theory, when I realised I was alone in the coal black tunnel, I began regretting my decision. The train at least was familiar, enclosed, safe. Out here everything was dirty, dark, unknown. The only sound came from the flickering lights, which buzzed and crackled intermittently. There was no going back now, however, and I pressed on, walking along beside the silent train in the direction of the front. Strangely, after I got past our carriage, I found no one else in any of the other carriages. I reasoned that the other passengers must have been less patient, and had already found a way out. I found a large side-tunnel leading off the train track that was presumably a way out, but no one answered when I shouted down it. I was about to move on when I spotted something glittering a few feet down the tunnel. I examined it, and discovered a strange, spade-shaped silver pedant, attached to a chain. I picked it up, thinking that it must belong to someone involved in the train crash. I'd just slipped it in my pocket when I heard someone coming towards me from the front of the train. I looked up and saw a man walking briskly down the tunnel from the front of the train, which was still out of sight round the bend of the tunnel. "What's going on?" I called out to the man as he approached. As he got closer I saw that he was perhaps 35 or 40 and wearing a strange suit with a bow tie. His confident stride and content, almost jovial expression jarred oddly with the situation we were in. "Don't worry, I've sorted it all out, it's fine." he said, not breaking his stride as he walked past me and turned down the side-tunnel I'd just been shouting down. "What d'you mean you've sorted it out??" I asked irritably, following after him. "What have you sorted out? Who are you?" "I'm the Doctor," he told me, continuing down the dark tunnel. What kind of answer was that, I wondered. Was he some Sci-fi geek, or vigilante do-gooder? "The Doctor, as in... Doctor Who?" I ventured tentatively. I hoped fervently he wasn't a deranged murderer. The question seemed to irritate him, but he didn't slow down. "Yes," he said curtly. "Fucking BBC. Blew my cover for a whole 4 centuries here on Earth" He came to a halt and reached into his pocket. Then I realised what we were standing in front of. I hadn't seen in the dark, but it was the TARDIS, exactly like the one on the TV show of Dr Who that I used to watch on BBC 1; the big blue police box that was in fact a physics-defying time-traveling capsule. There it was, shabby and inconspicuous as ever, and standing a few feet away from me. My assessment of the situation promptly changed. This whole thing was a hoax, a "You've-been-framed" style trick that was being played on me, for reasons utterly unknown. I smirked at the Doctor, showing him I knew what was going on. He seemed concerned with other things though, as he rapidly rifled through his pockets, of which he had a great number, his face drawn and anxious. "You're fucking joking," he said eventually. "Lost the fucking key. You haven't seen a little silver thing anywhere along the tunnel have you?" So that's what the game was. Might as well go along with it, I thought. "Oh no, no idea what you're talking about," I told him with enough marked sarcasm to let the hidden cameras know that I was in on the joke. "Maybe you dropped it when you were sorting out whatever it was that needed sorting out." "Must've done," he agreed. "What a joke." And he jogged back in the direction we'd come from, leaving me standing there by the TARDIS. I took out what I knew must be the supposedly missing key, and went over to examine the door. Sure enough, there was a small lock the shape of the gadget I was holding, and when I pressed the key into the lock, the door clicked open. Very smooth, I thought, though I wondered what the point of it all could be. I pushed the door open and stepped inside. And stared. The inside was genuinely bigger than the outside. Just like it was meant to be. Except... this was real life. I went outside again to check that it wasn't a trick, walking once around the outside of the small box. There was no hidden room behind it, there was nothing that could explain what I had just seen. The only explanation was that it wasn't a trick; it was the real thing. I went back inside. If seeing the considerable expanse of the inside of the TARDIS again wasn't enough to convince me, then the way that the machinery around me was firing up was. I stood for several seconds, completely stunned, and then leapt into action. I slammed the door behind me, making sure it was properly shut, and went over to the control panel. Could I operate this thing? It seemed to be asking me where I wanted to go. There were a number of boxes that needed to be filled, such a galactical coordinates, time, date, and year (measured in something called TPX). It was all rather complicated and didn't seem to use any measures of time that I was familiar with. I breathed a sigh of relief therefore, when I saw a touch sensitive button marked "Recent Destinations". A cautious poke at it revealed a short list of where the Doctor had apparently recently been. Three were in various alien languages, and at times which I could make no sense of. Another was in Tennessee, some time during the American Civil War judging by the picture that was displayed. The final entry said simply "The Garden of Eden" with a small picture of a clearing in a forest. The date again was in a format unknown to me. I didn't hesitate. I needed to go somewhere just for now in case the Doctor returned sooner than I'd reckoned with. I stabbed the button for Garden of Eden and awaited results. With that familiar whirring sound that I'd heard so many times on television, the TARDIS began to vibrate powerfully. I held on to one of the rails on the control panel and waited anxiously. After less than a minute, it settled again. I opened the door. I was still in a state of denial about the whole thing, but this dispelled all doubt I still had. I stepped out into a lush forest, full of a variety of trees and bushes. I stood goggle-eyed for a few seconds while my mind tried to comprehend this. Then I closed the door of the TARDIS and walked into the forest. I soon reached a lake, surrounded on all sides by the forest, in which a man was bathing. At this point I had stopped wondering how this could be possible, deciding instead to just accept everything as real from now on. The man was, of course, naked, with no clothes in sight. As I approached him he looked up in surprise and came out of the water. I forced all my confusion and bewilderment out of my head and allowed my habitual confidence to take over again. "Good morning" I called in a friendly voice. "I suppose you must be Adam." "Indeed," he said. "And who are you?" "I'm... Mark" I decided. "The err.. second man that God made." Adam seemed to accept this without query, and after a short pause he responded. "Do you remember much about it - being made?." What was I supposed I say to that? "Um, it's all still a bit fuzzy in my memory," I told him. "What about you?" "Well, the main thing I remember is God's voice in my head, telling me that he'd made me, and how I-- Good God, what's that?" He broke off, staring past me to the other side of the lake. I turned around and was, for the third or fourth time today, stunned. "That", was what could only be Eve, mother of all. If God really had created that, he'd done an exceptional job. The apparition making it's way around the edge of the large lake blew me away with its beauty. Eve was just as naked as Adam, and her wavy blonde hair fell delightfully down to her waist. I felt an urge to look away, as if my gaze was somehow corrupting something pure. Eve's face was still too distant to make out clearly, but her body had me utterly captivated; there was no way I was going to look away from that. She was petite and perfectly proportioned, but my eyes were drawn immediately to what were frankly divine breasts. Framed by the golden hair, which fell on either side of them, they were full and round, about the size of grapefruits, I estimated from a distance. They stood out proudly from her chest, beautifully pert, and came to points in dainty pink nipples. I felt my cock twitch in my jeans. Her legs were also exquisite, long and elegant with that tight, toned look that inspires women to take out gym memberships. I contemplated the small triangle of dark blonde hair between her thighs and my cock twitched again as various pleasurable thoughts flashed through my mind. Considering that she was apparently fresh off the production line, Eve looked remarkably tanned. She was an even light brown all over her beautiful body - but then how could she not have an even tan? You can't have tan lines without clothes. While I had been gazing spellbound at the approaching Eve, who was still relatively far away, Adam had been growing distressed. "I don't know what it is, but it makes me feel... strange," he told me. "I'm not sure what this feeling is." I noticed he had a raging erection, and pointed it out to him. This unsettled him further, and as his confusion rose, a plan came into my head. "That's a sign of lust," I told him. "That's what you're feeling, I expect. It's a sin though." "Lust? It's one of the deadly sins!. I don't want to sin. How can I stop doing it?" He sounded genuinely afraid, and for a moment I regretted my ruse. A quick glance back at Eve though, and I was once again firmly resolved. "It's because you're looking at her that you feel it," I told the anxious Adam. "You need to go away from her until you can control it. Go now, you don't want to sin more than you need to. Just sit at home and try and control what you think about until you have it conquered. Don't worry about her, I'll distract her for you. She doesn't affect me in the same way, you see." I indicated my crotch area, where my trusty jeans were tightly suppressing my growing semi. "Yes, I'd better go. Yes." Adam said to himself, looking aghast at the sight of his erection. "Thank you!" And he ran into the woods, without a backwards glance. That was one part of my plan complete. Now for the more difficult part. Eve had come most of the way around the lake by now, and I went to meet her as she walked towards me. Up close she was even more breathtaking. Her breasts rocked hypnotically with every step she took, and I could now see her face, which was just as lovely as the rest of her. Large brown eyes gazed at me with innocent curiosity from under long dark lashes. A few freckles scattered around her nose and cheeks added character to an otherwise flawless complexion, and full lips rested in a natural pout as she came to a halt a few paces from me. "Hello Eve," I said. "Who are you? What are you?" came the response, inquisitive but not hostile. "I'm Mark, I'm... a man. I'm different from you." I told her. "But God made me too." I was trying to tread carefully, speaking slowly and with short sentences, so as not to give her any cause for alarm. "What have you covered yourself with?" She asked. I'd forgotten about my clothes. Maybe I should have taken them off already, I thought. Was that mistrust I'd heard in her voice? My mind worked frantically. "They're called clothes. Sometimes it's cold, and we need them to keep us warm. But here you don't really need them. You can wear this if you want though." I gave her my thin jacket, which she put on eagerly. It was too big for her, but the effect was immensely appealing, her voluptuous tits and shapely midriff still visible, as she had not even attempted to tackle the zip. "Let's go for a walk," I said, "and we can talk some more." I took her hand and led her back in the direction she'd come from, into the forest that surrounded the lake, and most importantly, away from Adam. She didn't resist my touch or my suggestion, and I was encouraged. We walked through the forest, and I discovered that she knew very little about the world she was in, her purpose, or, in fact, anything. She knew she was created by God, and that mankind was to have dominion over the other creations of God. "And you've actually seen this God, have you?" I questioned her. I couldn't quite reconcile the two things that I'd discovered today, the TARDIS and God. Surely they couldn't co-exist. There must be some rational explanation. I was also finding it hard to think straight when I was being repeatedly confronted with her flawless tits, which were hidden by the jacket when she was walking beside me, but which would jump out at me when she turned to me with a new question, surprising me again and again with their sheer perfection. Even if I managed to drag myself away from her beautiful chest, I would lose myself just as easily in her clear brown eyes. So it was that her answer to my question hardly penetrated the daze I was in. "Not exactly seen him, no, but I heard his voice in my head." Oh well, I thought. If God is omniscient then he knows that I'm in his garden, messing with his creations. And he knows what I'm going to do next as well. As I pondered the finer details of precisely what to do next, Eve made it a whole lot easier for me. "How are you different from me?" she asked, as we came into a small grassy clearing. "I can hear that you have a deeper voice, and your hair... it's darker, and it grows on your face, but... we're still basically the same aren't we?" "Not really," I told her. "I don't have those, do I?" I said, indicating her tits, and I took off my t-shirt to let her see my distinctly tit-less chest. She seemed astounded by the sight, and simply stared at me in silence for several seconds while she took in my broad shoulders and chest. She looked down at her own chest, and back up at mine. "And of course," I said, to fill the silence, "I'm different down here as well." I gestured towards my crotch. "I don't have... I mean, I've got... well, I'm different." She looked at me, bemused. "Look," I said, pulling off my jeans and boxers, and removing my socks as an afterthought. I stood before her, completely naked. She looked down in silent amazement. My cock, which seemed to have become accustomed to her presence and was accordingly flaccid, promptly began to swell again under her gaze. "It's getting bigger, it's... what is it?" she exclaimed, staring with fascination as my cock began to point upwards like a slow-moving lever. "It's my cock, Eve." I said, watching her carefully. She seemed quite calm despite her obvious curiosity and bewilderment, although her eyes were glued to my growing cock. I could see her tits rising and falling slightly faster than normal as her excitement affected her breathing, and noticed that her perfect nipples had noticeably hardened. She was responding to the sight of my nakedness. This was good. "What's it doing?" She asked doubtfully. Her curiosity and excitement seemed to be overwhelming any sense of caution or fear of the unknown. "It's growing erect, it's er, getting hard," I told her. "It's what happens when I'm aroused, you know, when I'm excited." I looked at her for some confirmation that she understood, and my gaze was once again drawn inexorably downwards. "It's like what's happening to your nipples now," I told her, stepping forward and slipping the jacket off her shoulders. She did not step back. "You're getting excited because you're looking at me, and so your nipples have become bigger and harder. They'll be more sensitive than normal as well, look." I brought my right hand slowly up to her breast, at every moment expecting her to stop me, or step back, or run away screaming into the forest, but she simply stood there, staring candidly up into my eyes. My fingers were centimetres from her nipple now, but I hesitated. Could I really do this? Fondle the breasts of the ancestor of all mankind? I stared into Eve's now feverishly earnest brown eyes, my mind in turmoil. That was when Eve stepped forward a half-step, effectively pushing her left breast into my hand as she stretched up to kiss me on the lips. It was a delicate, tentative kiss, barely more than a pressing of her lips against mine, but it was all I needed to galvanise me into action. The simultaneous sensation of her soft lips on mine and her warm, smooth breast in my hand sent a barrage of pleasure through me, and I knew what to do. Fucking with Time My hand slid up her breast, over her collar bone and up her neck to cup her jaw, pushing her lips hard to mine as I half opened my mouth. She tasted vaguely of some pleasant fruit, but also distinctly, familiarly human. She was no alien species. She was just a woman, like the other women I had known in the past, though infinitely closer to perfection than even the most beautiful of them. I felt her hands on my neck and the back of my head as she responded strongly to me, and heard her passionate exhalations as her arousal increased further. Eventually we broke apart and stood facing each other, the same look of flushed anticipation and excitement on both our faces. "How... how did you know to do that, Eve? To kiss me?" I asked her softly. "Was it the right thing to do?" she said breathlessly. "It felt like the right thing to do." "It was the right thing to do." I told her. "Most definitely the right thing." Clearly she had some instincts in her that told her how to act in this situation. But how much were they telling her? Keen not to lose the passionate atmosphere that had come into being, I slid my hand around her waist and pulled her back towards me. Again her full lips sought my mouth and we were locked together, this time tighter, her breasts pressing delightfully on my chest and her hands exploring my muscled back as she kissed me greedily. I ran my hand up and down the smooth skin of her back, and explored her exceptional ass, tense as she stretched up to reach my mouth. I realised that my cock was getting in the way, however, pressing into her hip and making the embrace slightly awkward. I knelt on the grass and pulled her down to her knees as well. I kissed her again, and slowly pushed her backwards into the cushion of the grass. Predictably, the grass in the Garden of Eden was softer than any bed, without any of the itchy or sharp bits that normal grass always seems to have. I broke the kiss and leant back to admire the creature that lay beneath me in the grass. It was time to give some proper attention to those incredible tits, I decided. I ran my hands over them, careful to avoid the nipples, massaging the soft flesh as I kissed her neck. She emitted a small moan as I allowed a finger to brush against her nipple, and I knew I had her in my power. My kisses gradually moved further down her neck while my hands continued to massage her tits. I still avoided her painfully hard nipples for the most part, wanting her attention focused on what my mouth was doing. My kisses reached that elegant little hollow that women have at the base of the neck, and I allowed my tongue to emerge for the first time, giving her smooth skin a gentle lick before proceeding southwards. I kissed the crevice between her breasts, and with my hands squeezed them together so they were crushed against my face from either side. Then I began to kiss the soft tissue of her right breast, covering it with small, sensitive kisses that ran around the underside of her breast and in a spiral towards the nipple. She sighed with pleasure as my tongue swept teasingly around the areola once, twice, three times, and finally touched the nipple with the briefest of flicks. She shuddered and arched her back, trying to force herself back onto my tongue, but I didn't allow her to. I replaced my left hand and massaged both her tits again as my tongue moved downwards to her navel. Once there, I ran it teasingly up the centre line of her body, over her heavenly abdomen to once again reach the space between her beautiful breasts. She was now gyrating her chest in time with my rhythmic massaging, and I felt I'd made her wait long enough. I placed my lips around her right nipple, and gently pressed my tongue to it, pushing it back into her breast and slowly moving the tip of my tongue around it. She let out a loud whimper of desire, and I felt her trying to push up into my mouth again. This time I allowed it, and moved my tongue faster around and over her nipple as the fingers on my right hand moved over and around her other nipple, flicking and pulling, but still softly. Then my flicking got harder, faster, more intense, both with my tongue and my fingers. Her moans rose in volume and frequency, and I responded, my tongue whipping violently back and forth across her right nipple and my fingers tugging hard on her left. Her hands grasped lustfully at the back of my head pushing it down hard into her chest as her back arched up, as if she were trying to crush me into her. I saw one of her hands snaking down to what I knew must be formidable heat between her legs, but I grabbed it and stopped her. We weren't going there yet. I brought it to my mouth and kissed it, which gave her the reprieve she needed to get a few words out. "Wait, wait, Mark, I-" she panted, "I'm don't understand." She stared at me, still breathing heavily, her face flushed and her brown eyes wide with confusion. "It all feels so good, how can it feel... so good? My whole body is just... I just want you to touch every part of it.. and down there, it's.. so hot, so wet." She rubbed her thighs together, feeling the lubrication that she had leaked onto them. "I just.. don't understand... I know it feels so right, but why?" She rolled onto her side, propping herself up on her elbow, and looked at me expectantly. I took a moment to absorb the overwhelming sight of her lying there in that classically seductive pose, before answering. This was going to be tricky. "It feels right Eve, because...it IS right. This is what we're designed to do. The purpose of it all is.. reproduction. Making more humans. That's all you really need to know." I knew she wasn't going to be content with this answer though, and sure enough, she promptly questioned me again. "And how does that happen?" Damn it. I felt like a parent trying to explain where babies came from for the first time. "Well, what needs to happen is that I... how to put this... I spill my seed, I think the term is, inside of you. Then my seed fuses with your egg, and nine months later, you have a baby." "You spill your seed?" She repeated questioningly, her eyes again drawn to my cock, which was still standing proudly erect between us, a small trail of precum running down the side. "Yes. When I get really excited, when my cock gets stimulated a lot, then err, my seed comes out of it. You'll see." "Stimulated, like...-" "Like what I was just doing to you. Touched, aroused... stimulated." "Like... this?" she asked quietly, and, haltingly, reached over with her hand and ran her palm around the head of my penis. I nodded approvingly at her. She righted herself onto her knees and moved closer, pushing me gently over onto my back as she positioned herself for optimal access to me, kneeling on the grass by my hips. She took hold of the shaft of my penis with one hand and made small jerking off movements, using the precum that had run down my cock as lubrication. "Is this your seed?" she asked, staring curiously at a new bead of precum that was forming at the tip of my cock. "No, no, you'll know when it's my seed." I told her. She turned her attention back to my cock and began jerking me off, now with both hands one above the other. I saw from her bright eyes and the half smile on her face that she was enjoying this newfound toy. She went faster, and I lay back and sighed. It was pleasant enough, but not phenomenal. It was her first time after all. Besides, the main turn on was simply the sight of the goddess kneeling next to me, combined with the beautifully naughty feeling of sacrilege that came with the knowledge of exactly WHO it was, busily jerking off my engorged cock. As I was thinking about this and having a smirk at God's expense, I saw her ass shift backwards, and her golden-haired head began to bend down towards my body. I realised what she was doing, and the intense anticipation of her lips touching my dick seemed to make time slow down in those few seconds. I saw in slow motion her magnificent breasts rock forward, pulled down by gravity as she leant over me; felt the tickle of her long hair on my thighs; the sensation of her hot breath on the head of my cock, which was positively throbbing with longing. Then she enveloped me, and I was lost. My whole body stiffened as her soft, wet lips moved down my cock, taking in the whole head and a half inch or so beyond that, and I shuddered again as they pulled back off, breaking contact with a quiet pop before descending again, further this time. "Fuuuuuuck" I moaned softly, and she turned her head to look up at me inquisitively. She looked so utterly captivating, her eyebrows raised in curiosity, but with my cock still in her mouth, that I had to fight not to come immediately. "Don't worry, keep going, keep going," I told her hastily. "Fuck is just... it means that it feels good. Very good." She applied herself with renewed vigour to my cock, sucking hard on the head before moving slowly down it as far as she could, again and again while I clutched the grass beside me and looked at anything but the maddeningly arousing sight of Eve's gorgeous body. She went faster, and I could feel that I was getting close. I ran my hand through her hair and slowed her down to a more manageable tempo. She was still only getting barely halfway down my cock, but I didn't want to try and explain advanced blowjob technique to her now. It was too perfect a moment. I was going to come soon no matter how fast she went, I realised, and I began thrusting upwards lightly with my hips in time with her movements, as her hands continued to work on the base of my penis, stroking me energetically. We naturally sped up again, going faster, my hands now applying soft pressure to the back of her head as I thrust up into her mouth, approaching ecstasy. I began to come, the first spurt of my semen going straight down the back of her throat while my dick was at its deepest inside her mouth. She felt me begin to convulse between her lips and felt the hot liquid squirt hard down her throat, and, pulling off me suddenly in surprise and excitement, was just in time to catch the second heavy spurt of my thick seed on her freckled cheeks. The look of shock on her face as she sat upright beside me was priceless, but to her credit, she did not stop jerking me off until my balls were empty and my chest and stomach covered in the rest of my substantial load. I finally lay still and my heavy breathing slowed back down. "Wow." I said softly. I was quite proud of the rather spectacular load I'd just produced, and I could see it had impressed its audience. Eve gazed at my cock in silent awe, bringing her hands, also covered in my white, sticky fluid, up to her face to examine more closely the strange substance that I'd produced. I saw her tongue tentatively go out to lick some of it off her cheek, and her expression was thoughtful as she evaluated its taste. "We should get clean somewhere," I told her. I took her hand and led her back into the forest, following the sound of running water that was coming from somewhere nearby. We walked slowly through the forest, me with my arm around her naked shoulders, till we came across a deep stream flowing rapidly through the green forest. I heard the sound of crashing water upstream, however, and pulled Eve after me to find an idyllic waterfall just around a bend in the stream, with a large pool around its base. It was here that we went in to wash the sweat and semen off our bodies, pushing each other under the small waterfall and splashing. Eve was more alluring than ever with droplets of water clinging to her goosepimpled tits, and I pulled her to me and kissed her again, passionately. I felt her arousal return instantly as she pressed herself to my body, and my dick immediately began to harden again. I grabbed her delicious ass and picked her up by it, carrying her out of the water as she wrapped her slender legs around me, our lips still locked together. I laid her down on a large flat rock a few metres from the edge of the pool. It was warm from being in the sun all day, and she shivered pleasurably as she gazed up at me. I bent down to kiss her lips, and worked my way down her body, from neck to shoulders to tits to stomach. She knew where I was going and her legs opened willingly for me as I progressed downwards. I was finally face to face with Eve's virgin pussy. Though the dark blonde hair was thick above her sex, it was fairly sparse around her delicate pussy lips. I ran my tongue once down the glistening slit. She was still wet from being in the water, but my tongue felt the slippery, oily feel of her pussy's natural lubrication. I ran my tongue back up to her clit, which was still hidden under its hood, and allowed my tongue to play around the top of her inner lips as I brought my hand up to her crotch. I stroked her smooth thighs first, moving further up with each stroke towards the heat that was emanating from her pussy. I took my mouth away from her and moved my first finger up and down her dripping slit before coming to rest just at the entrance to her virgin vagina. Her breaths were again coming loud and fast, and her abdomen quivered as I penetrated half an inch into her. She was so wet! I couldn't believe how aroused she must be, and the thought turned me on. As I pushed my finger further into her, the tightness within her gripped it hard, and I felt the familiar but ever surprising heat of a woman's pussy all around my finger. I wasn't sure exactly what to expect from a virgin, but my finger encountered no resistance except her extraordinary tightness, which even seemed to increase as I slid my finger back out. I wanted to stand up and simply plunge my cock her into right there and then, but I knew it would never work. On a practical level, I just wouldn't be able to get it in, and she would be in far too much pain. I bent my head back down and kissed her hard clit lightly as my finger slipped back into her pussy. I continued to move slowly in and out of her while my tongue lapped at her clit with increasing pressure. I fastened my lips in a seal around it and kissed it hard, several times, as her moans became louder. "Fhuk" I heard her say, and I smiled to myself. Talk about a corrupting influence. "It's more of a 'Fuck'" I told her, letting her hear the correct pronunciation, which might had been slightly off when she'd had her lips around my dick. I fastened my own lips once again around her clit, and let my tongue writhe sensually around it, flicking and stroking the hard nub between my lips. My finger sped up inside her, rubbing against the soft upper wall of her vagina as her hips started to move with me as she tried to fuck my finger. I continued to stimulate her like this while my other hand moved probingly up under her to find her anus with my middle finger. Some of her juices had trickled down, and I rubbed them into the puckered hole, pressing gently on it with my fingertip. But I couldn't go there yet - I simply couldn't justify it to myself, and besides, I didn't want to overload her senses too much; she was already having trouble coping with what I was doing to her pussy. She had her eyes closed in ecstasy, her fingers pinching her nipples tightly, twisting them and rubbing them as her body writhed on the rock. I put my other hand around her leg to hold her down on the smooth dry rock as my finger inside her sped up again, fucking her sopping pussy as fast as her tightness would allow me. One of her hands was now clutching at my hair as she rapidly approached orgasm. "FUCK!" she shrieked into the sky "FUCK! FUCK! Ahhh.." Her cry of relief was lost in the forest as she came, and I felt her internal muscles clench hard around my fingers. My finger felt the release of hot fluid inside her as her body arched and bucked on the rock, but I didn't let my tongue leave her clit until she finally lay still and her breathing slowed again. I kissed up and down her warm thigh once and then rose to my feet and lay down on the rock next to her. At last she spoke, her tone almost disbelieving. "I never imagined anything like that could be possible. What was that? It all just kept on getting more and more intense until.." She shook her head, her eyes vacant, and her hand slipped down between her legs to explore for herself what had been giving her so much pleasure. Her eyes stared into space and a half smile spread across her face as she began to stroke herself clumsily. "There's still more to come Eve," I told her. "That's not all there is to it at all." She looked at me. "What's next?" She immediately wanted to know. God I loved this girl. "What do you think?" I asked her, letting my cock twitch, again rock hard from the visual feast of seeing Eve orgasm in front of me. She had already fixed her eyes on it though; she knew what was next. "You put your cock in me," she stated simply, her voice apprehensive but distinctly determined. I nodded, looking her in the eyes. "Do you want that?" I asked her. She nodded quickly, her hand still rubbing her pussy as the other reached for my cock. I let her jerk me off for a bit while I leaned over and kissed her deeply on the lips, putting my hand over her own on her pussy, my fingers in line with hers as they rubbed up and down her wet lower lips. Delicately, my finger guided hers into her opening, and I stroked her hand as she fingered herself for the first time. Then I stood up, quickly assessing practicalities. I took hold of her ass cheeks and gently rotated her so her ass was on a higher part of the rock, right at the edge. I couldn't have asked for a much better set up for sex. I stood over her, my dick sticking out proudly in front of me, and pulled her legs wide apart, giving me perfect access to her pussy, which winked up at me, pink and glistening. Eve looked up at me, her face collected but her excitement evident in her wide eyes. She nodded again. I ran my finger again up and down her fleshy pussy lips, and slipped my finger in her again. She really was ludicrously tight. I finger fucked her for a few seconds, just making sure everything was as wet as could be, and then stepped up closer, positioning my cock just in front of her entrance. As I stood there, poised, the disbelief that I'd managed to suspend hit me again. The disbelief regarding this whole situation that I was in. Was I really about to slide my dick into the first woman ever created? I looked down at Eve, took in once again her perfect form, her long legs spread before me, her immaculate tits rising and falling rapidly as she waited for me to penetrate her, the contrast of her pink pussy with the smooth, tanned skin around it. This simply could not be happening, and yet it was. It could not be real, and yet it was. The events of the last couple of hours proved that; the sight of Eve, splayed before me on the rock, proved that; the tangible heat that I felt radiating from her tight, waiting opening on the tip of my cock proved that. I concentrated on the sensation of my hand on her leg. It was warm, smooth, I could practically feel the blood pumping beneath the skin. But even if it WAS real, could I really do it? Plunge my cock so unceremoniously into the virgin flesh of Eve, this quintessential incarnation of innocence and perfection? I'd never tended towards Christianity, but this was really the absolute pinnacle of sacrilege. I shook my head, lost in thought. "I'm ready." Eve's melodic voice interrupted my reverie, and her small hand on my cock brought me sharply back to the present. She rubbed me encouragingly. "I really am." She seemed to know my thoughts, and smiled at me to let me know that she genuinely wanted this. Fucking with Time "I'm ready, Mark. Spill your seed inside of me." How could I resist. I rubbed my cock up and down her pussy lips, allowing her juice to coat the head as beads of my precum emerged to mingle with it. Up and down, up and down, I slowly increased the pressure with which my cock was pressing on her lips until, taking hold of it with hand, I slid the head down her lips and into her hot entrance. It didn't go in easily, but I persisted, gently but firmly, until her pink flesh had engulfed the whole head of my cock. I heard Eve's sharp intake of breath as soon as I entered her, and knew from the exceptional tightness gripping my cock from all sides that this couldn't be easy for her. She made no complaint, however, and I advanced another inch inside her. And another. My cock was a good way into her now and still easing slowly further. She let out a plaintive murmur when I only had a couple of inches left outside her, and I stopped. My cock was throbbing almost painfully, squeezed tightly by the walls of her vagina, which only increased my arousal and made me harder still. I pulled out as slowly as I had entered her until only my head was still left inside. She exhaled loudly, and I looked at her, asking her with my eyes if I was to continue. The fire in her eyes was unmistakable. I slid back into her, not nearly as gradually as the first time, and deeper this time too, my balls brushing her ass cheek as they swung forward. This time I let myself enjoy the sensation more than before. The searing heat of her combined with that unbelievable tightness was truly exquisite. I pulled out and plunged into her again, this time with some force, testing her. She whimpered, but her hand twisting on her nipple and the way she was biting her lip told me not to stop. I began fucking her with a rhythm now, my strokes still tantalisingly slow, but deep and powerful, filling her with as much of me as I could every time. She made a little noise of pleasure with stroke, and I could tell that the pain had lessened after the preliminary shock. I let go a bit now that I didn't have to worry so much about her, one of my hands reaching up to fondle one of her breasts, which were rocking lightly on her chest from the impact of my deep strokes as I penetrated her. I switched to faster, shallower strokes, the head of my cock sliding slickly up and down the silky folds of her pussy. It felt so smooth, so hot, so fucking good. I saw Eve's own hand come down to rub at her clitoris, adding to the stimulation that my cock was giving her. Her moans were getting louder and her hand rubbed with a frenzied desperation. I sped up again, knowing she was close to orgasm, and thrust for all I was worth deep into her pussy, which seemed to suck me eagerly in as I pounded her with reckless abandon, all caution forgotten. My hands grasped her hips tightly as I pulled myself into her, again and again until with a last gasp all her noise ceased. Her body spasmed silently on the rock as she came, harder than the first time, but without any sound except her ragged breathing. I felt her pussy clench tightly around my cock, and saw her fingers move in sporadic bursts of activity on her clit, rubbing frantically and then stopping suddenly, before again stroking hard for all she was worth. My cock was flushed with her hot juices, and her head rolled this way and that, her eyes closed in ecstasy as her orgasm came to its powerful end. Her body lay limp across the rock, her chest still rising and falling rapidly. She reached a limp arm up towards me, and I brought it to my lips and kissed it, allowing her to play with my lips and sucking on her fingers. Her eyes looked up at me, full of quenched desire, as her breathing slowed and her flushed face reverted to its normal hue. "You still haven't spilled your seed." she lazily remarked. "No," I replied. "We're still not done." "Good." she smiled mischievously and, taking her hand off my face, reached down to stroke the part of my cock that was not inside her. I was already preposterously hard, but I knew I could last a while longer before coming. My orgasm in the clearing hadn't been that long ago, and I always had stamina on my second time round. I began to move in and out of her again, the excess lubrication that her orgasm had produced making things all that much more slippery inside her. She gasped as she felt my cock rubbing against her vagina walls again, still excessively sensitive following her orgasm. I was concentrating on me now though. I leaned down towards her and kissed her flawless tits before moving up to her lips. She kissed me back passionately, almost gratefully as her arms snaked around my neck, pulling my body down to her. I had a plan of what to do next, and I put it into action. I pulled her up into a sitting position, her arms still around me. I didn't let my lips leave hers for a second as I clasped her divine ass cheeks and lifted her off the rock, keeping her firmly impaled on my dick as I stood up straight. She seemed, again by some dormant instinct, to know what to do, and wrapped her legs tightly around me as I began to rock my hips backwards and forwards, penetrating her deeply enough for her pubic hair to tickle my shaved skin. She moaned lustfully into my mouth, and our lips finally disengaged. I lifted her slightly higher in order to bite her neck, which elicited a surprised yelp of pleasure from Eve, and she clung to me harder, as if trying to bring our bodies even closer together. I was loving the feel of her substantial tits crushed hard against my chest almost as much as I was loving the slick feel of her burning hot pussy coming down again and again on my dick. We seemed to have developed a rhythm now, her ass bouncing off my hips every time I pounded her, which would set us up perfectly for the next stroke. I looked into Eve's gorgeous brown eyes, taking pleasure in the fiery abandon I saw in them. She kissed me again on the lips, this time biting me lightly. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and found hers eager and energetic. I wanted to press her face to mine, but I had no free hands. I sank to my knees and laid her down on the soft grass by the rock. It seemed somehow ironically poetic to finish in Missionary. Now I could kiss her as hard as I wanted, her head pressed against the ground as one of my hands moved up to brush the hair from her face while the other massaged her left tit. Missionary was such a wonderfully simple position, I thought as I plunged into her again and again. It just worked. Her legs were again wrapped around me, now trying to force me down deeper into her with each thrust. She began moaning softly into my mouth again, and her hand was on her clit again as she approached orgasm for the second time. I was nearing my own climax, and replied in kind with visceral grunts of pleasure as I picked up my pace, pounding her pussy, which was still deliciously tight, with as much force as I could muster. My balls slapped against her ass and her tits bounced uncontrollably as we both got closer to coming, our tongues writhing against each other in our mouths and our eyes locked with feverish intensity. I eventually reached my point of no return and began to come, my semen spurting deep into her as her own orgasm crashed around me. Again I felt her exquisite pussy contract hard, gripping my cock tightly as I plunged into her violently with each spurt of cum that I ejaculated. My cock was once again doused in her hot, wet juices as I continued to cum, spurting shot after shot of my cum into her. I couldn't remember ever having come so hard in my life. My cock just kept on pumping out yet more of its thick, hot fluid. Talk about exchange of bodily fluids. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of bliss, my cock shot the last of my load into her, and I lay still at last, still inside her as our kissing became more tender and leisurely to reflect our post-sex mood of sated lust. We made it a short distance into the forest and lay down under a large tree. Eve laid her head on my chest and went to sleep almost immediately, exhausted but I lay there for a while, staring up at the afternoon sky as the days events ran through my mind. Although physically drained, I hadn't lost sight of the implications of everything that had happened to me. I had some serious thinking to do. ------------------------------- Thanks for reading right to the end, I hope you enjoyed it. Please do tell me what you thought, any feedback will be gratefully noted. I have some ideas for a second chapter as well, if I find time in the future. Toru.