0 comments/ 9909 views/ 5 favorites An Adam From An Eve Ch. 01 By: Elix315 Chapter One: Before the magic, there was plain old booze ***** Looking back, Amy and Jane must have been more than a little tipsy that entire weekend, right after their college graduation. It really is the only explanation for most of the events that led to the night that changed their lives. But let's start from the beginning. They had been friends their entire lives, almost literally, as their mom's had in turn also been inseparable since high school and had even gotten married and pregnant at the same time. This meant that they were not only friends, but also the closest thing to a sibling that each one had, as they were both also only children. They had grown up together, attended the same schools from the time they were kids all the way to the day they had both been accepted and left for the same college. To say that they were a little close, was like saying that the ocean was a little wet. Close as they were, though, it did not mean that they were carbon copies of each other. They actually were quite different. Amy had grown up to be a typical beauty queen, tall, leggy and blonde, while Jane was the typical girl next door all boys dream of taking home to mom. Their personalities pretty much matched their exteriors, too: Amy was impulsive, and even though she had brains to match her beauty, she definitely found it hard to say no to either a good party or a good bottle of tequila. Jane, on the other hand, had a thoughtful quality to her; she was rational, calm and incredibly sweet. They were as unlikely a pair as they were an inseparable one. The day of their college graduation, they had decided to pack up as soon as their family obligations were through and leave together for one last big adventure before their adult lives caught up with them. Amy had recently inherited a small cabin located up in the foothills of some beautiful mountains, right next to a gorgeous lake. They had both decided that since it was only a four-hour drive, they would pack up and spend a few weeks "relaxing" in the cabin. And while Jane had actually meant it in a literal sense, Amy, in typical Amy fashion, had already informed all of her friends that the cabin would be open for any and all post-graduation celebration parties for the next few weeks. The party had started as soon as they had parked their car on the premises. There had already been friends and "friends of friends" waiting, alcohol in tow, for the grand opening of party central. "You know, Ames," started Jane, with a little reproach in her voice, "you could have at least told all these people to wait until we, you know, finished unpacking before they started setting up camp here." Amy rolled her eyes, even as she smiled warmly at her friend. "Relax, Janey. It's graduation day. We all want to blow up some steam. Besides, it's probably the last time we'll see most of these people. Believe me, in a couple of days, you'll get all the time you want to bury your head in all of those books that are weighing down my car right now." Janey couldn't help smiling back. She had decided to relax and enjoy the time she had left with her best friend, and if that entailed a couple of ragers, so be it. They were both old enough to drink and the place was surrounded by a couple of acres of unadulterated and empty woods, so there was little chance of complaining neighbors. Besides, in only a few months, she would leave for London, where she had an internship waiting for her. For once, she was following Amy's example and just letting things go where they went. She just never imagined the place that decision would ultimately lead her to. The rager took less than an hour to get started. Friends from college and, hell, even high school, had showed up with an amazing selection of booze and a party spirit. For the longest time, things progressed like they always do when there's alcohol and young people eager to blow off steam: wildly. Maybe a little too wildly for Jane, who after a while, decided that she didn't want to die of alcohol poisoning before seeing Big Ben and decided to quietly escape to the basement, which had been off limits. Contrary to popular belief, Amy was definitely not a bimbo. She cared about her friends, especially Jane, enough to disengage from the random hipster who was currently trying to get into her panties as soon as she noticed her friend had been gone for a while. "Where's Jane?" She asked, to no one in particular, while the guy nuzzled her neck, tickling her sensitive skin with his ironic mustache. "Who knows?" Random said, and swooped into her mouth, coaxing her lips open with a surprisingly deft tongue, as his hands started massaging her ass. As a rule, Amy was pretty free with her body. Not in the slutty way that kids in high school had taken her to be, due to her rounded, ample ass and her pair of C-cups. She had been a virgin until her sophomore year of college. However after she'd had her first man, she had decided that sex was definitely her cup of tea and had decided that she wanted it the way so many of her friends wanted an occasional joint when they partied: guilt-free and strictly recreationally. She didn't need to have an emotional connection with a guy to let him fuck her. The only connection she was ready to have with one, actually, was the one of a hard cock inside her. She groaned into the hipster's mouth. He had no idea who he was or who had invited him, but damn if he wasn't good with his hands. She wished she could have relaxed more into his groping and taken him someplace where she could finally get to experience a hipster mustache to the cunt. She was however, preoccupied by Jane's disappearance and no amount of inebriation or horniness could drive that from her mind. "Sorry," she said finally after she couldn't focus on the gropefest any longer. "I gotta go find my friend. Random guy groaned in frustration and pushed off her. "It's cool," he said, trying to feign almost disinterest. "Feel free to come back after you find her. And definitely feel free to bring her along." This brought up Amy's defensive side. "Please," she said in annoyance. "Like I'd ever let her hook up with some party crasher with a gold prospector's mustache. She's too good for that." She stood up, regaining her footing and left before the random hipster could find a retort. She started looking around for her in all the usual places and had started to panic a little after her unsuccessful search when she realized where the most obvious hideout would be and headed straight for the basement. She had locked it before things got started and had given Janey a copy of the key and kept one for herself. As expected, Jane was lying back on an old couch, good old book in hand, reading by the faint light of an old night lamp. Amy almost laughed when she saw her. Jane looked up, startled. "Oh, If I had known where the real party was going on, I would've come down here ages ago," Amy said, sarcastically. Jane smirked. She was used to Amy's teasing by then and knew she didn't mean anything by it. "Well, I would've invited you, but I thought you wanted a chance to ride that hipster's fixie." Amy blushed only mildly and joined her friend on the couch. She was close to drunk and still a little flushed from the previous gropefest. "No worries. I'm sure I can find some stud to let me ride his Schwinn instead." She took a glance at the odd leather tome Jane was browsing through. "So, what are you reading, anyway?" "Your family history, I think." Jane replied. "Found it just lying around in a box down here. Apparently you come from a line of gypsies." Amy seemed to remember that her grandmother had mentioned the Romani at some point, but she had always shrugged it off. Eastern European descent would probably explain the light olive in her skin, but her heritage had never concerned her. "Actually most of this seems to be a translation. As far as I can tell, your grandma was translating your family history, some random lore and..." she trailed off. Jane had graduated with a degree in history and was finding the book fascinating. What she was dreading, though, was actually letting her friend in on the secret that her grandmother had apparently dabbled in witchcraft. "And what?" Asked Amy, leaning in to inspect the book, trying to clear the alcohol from her mind enough to figure out what Jane was saying. "Well, there's all these, spells, I guess. You grandma was apparently really into incantations and spells and that sort of thing. She even documented 'results' after she tested some of them." Amy burst out laughing. "God, Jane! My grandma was the most normal lady on earth! She was into crochet and church, not the dark arts!" They both burst out laughing together, the tension of the moment dissipating. "Seriously, Ames, though. Look..." Jane turned to a bookmarked page. The old, yellowed page was titled "An Adam from an Eve". Amy began reading out loud "During ancient times of war, men would leave for other lands and women would take their place. And while they could toil in the fields and plow the land, harvest and provide as well as men, women needed to ensure their family lines would continue. Too proud to accept the seed of outsiders, these women crafted a spell to ensure a male presence in their villages even when all the men were away. "A nude virgin female would stand in the presence of another female in heat, who had already had been primed with libations in order to better allow the passage of magicks. The female in heat would recite the following spell: Woman or man, Adam or Eve, Of you I will always need, sometimes of your love, sometimes of your seed and always that need you'll feed. Both made of clay, women and men molded again, Let only the shape of you be changed! There was an awkward moment of silence between them. Amy didn't realize how eagerly she had been reading these lines. Truth be told, the story had come alive in her head. She could all of a sudden see these women in a circle, reciting the incantations. For some reason, the spell itself seemed oddly... erotic. If you thought about it it was basically a drunk chick asking a very trusted friend to give her what she needed. Amy quickly shook her head. For a quick second the image of Janey, the virginal friend, nude, naive and oddly eager had entered her head and quickly traveled through her nerve endings to her crotch. "Whoa," she muttered, more because of the thoughts that had occupied her than because of the whole "spell" malarkey. "No kidding," Jane said, evidently oblivious to her friend's sudden erotic reaction. "It reads more like a sapphic folk tale than anything else." "I don't know, Janey. I've met a lot of lesbians and I am pretty sure they would not enjoy the thought of turning each other into men." "Okay, well... I guess you have to turn the page to see my point, Ames," Jane said, turning the page herself and inadvertently brushing Amy's breast, eliciting some mad blushing from her friend. Amy took a deep breath, not wanting to follow the wanton and newly sexual thoughts she was suddenly having about her friend. Instead she made a conscious effort to focus on the words in front of her and resumed reading out loud. "The virgin female would then lie down and the female in heat would lie on top of her. The female in heat would drink from from the mouth and then from the womb of the virginal one. Then they would both partake in additional libations and lie together until sunrise. In the morning the female in heat would extract the virgin's male seed with hurry, as the spell only lasts until the next sunset." Amy stared at Jane, mouth agape. "Wait, wait," she said. "Let me get this straight: So these two women basically eat each other out and-" "Actually only the virgin gets eaten out," Jane remarked almost clinically, oblivious of the weirdly arousing effect those words had on Amy. "If the spell is to be believed the other chick basically gets it the next morning." It was then that Amy say a little note in the margin of the page that read: "Personally proved the validity of this spell. ERM." Those had been her grandmother's initials. Did that mean that grandma had dabbled in more than just the dark arts, so to speak? Her grandparents had long ago converted the basement into a den of sorts. There was a pullout couch, a couple of armchairs, a television and most importantly, a liquor cabinet. During family reunions, the adults had escaped to the basement while the younger generations had had the run of the cabin. Amy thought that she hadn't even remembered the liquor cabinet in the room. If any occasion require a lot of alcohol, it was probably this one. "I think I need a drink. My grandparents had some good stuff in the cabinet, if I remember correctly," she said as she walked to cabinet. "Can I get you something, Janey?" Jane actually enjoyed alcohol. She was far from being a prude. She was an almost accidentally virgin, the product of a combination of having been too busy with her double major of business and history and having only met real idiots in college. However she adored a good drink or three if she had the right company, like, say, her dear friend Amy. "Check if they have Scotch," she requested. "Old people always hoard the really good stuff." Amy chuckled as she inspected the contents. Surprisingly enough, none of the cabin's caretakers had ever thought of pilfering the alcohol stock. "Glenlivet! You have the best luck, Janey!" She brought the bottle to the couch and a couple of glasses that were not as dusty as they should have been, considering it had been a while since they had been use. She poured a couple of double shots. "Bottom's up, friend!" she said, and they quickly downed their glasses. "This stuff is the best!" said Jane as she quickly poured them another round, which they quickly proceeded to down. Jane returned her attention to the book. "I find it fascinating. I mean, I guess it makes you think about if you would ever want to be a man, even for a little bit." "Don't tell me you believe this!" exclaimed Amy. "Grandma was probably just living out a couple of fantasies there." "Well, no," admitted Jane. "Of course not. But the thought of being someone else, just for a little while, of trying out a new skin just for a few hours, just to see how it feels... That's what I find fascinating." Amy had always loved that her friend was so passionate; not just about books, but about experiences in general. However for the first time, she was suddenly finding that passion very, very hot. She glanced at Jane, who was pouring herself yet another drink of the "good stuff". She had always pretended she was a, well, "plain Jane" so to speak, but she was anything but. Even with her hair pulled back in her long ponytail and wearing jeans and a tee, she was extremely enticing. Her breasts were the perfect combination of not too small and extremely perky that men just wanted to pop into their mouths for hours. Men and at least one woman, now. They had slept together too many times to count without there ever being even the smallest hint of any sexual tension between them. Contrary to every male fantasy, when two lady friends have a sleepover they seldom go to bed in sexy nighties with nothing underneath. They had always worn pajama bottoms and a tank top, their nightwear of choice, their long straight hair, Amy's natural blonde and Jane's jet black, down and if possible, carefully brushed. Sometimes they had even snuggled together during their sleep without it being remotely awkward. Sometimes Amy would wake up with Jane's very fit body draped over hers and her only thought would be to get a strand of errant hair away from her face. Maybe it was the whiskey talking but all of a sudden, Amy yearned for a sleepover with her friend. This time, maybe she would stop and savor the feel of her weight over hers. A little dampness started to moisten her panties at the thought of it. She realized that she wasn't even fighting these thoughts anymore. "Whoa, Janey!" Amy exclaimed looking at the mostly empty bottle of Scotch. "I think that you better pace yourself." Jane smiled coyly. "Sorry. I adore Glenlivet. It's not like you haven't been downing every drink I've poured you!" She said as she bumped her shoulder against her friends. Amy shivered at the contact. "Hey, stop trying to get me drunk. I was already really not sober when I came in here." "Amy, I really do think I'm drunk. I must be incredibly, beyond belief super drunk. Like, I'm going to have the most epic hungover in the morning." Amy frowned. "Why would you say that?" Jane took a long, deep breath. "Because," she said, deliberately. "I think we should try the spell." An Adam From An Eve Ch. 02 Chapter two - Magic in the Making Amy gasped audibly. She stared at Jane's deep blue eyes. The brunette's face was calm, almost stoic, and dead serious. Had she really just suggested that they tried the so-called "spell"? The "spell" that was basically a lesbian fuckfest? Her heart was beating so loud she swore she could feel it in her throat. She could feel her palms starting to sweat. Not to mention the dampness in her panties starting to expand. "What?" She asked, trying very hard to feign outrage. Every nerve ending in her body was pretty sure this was a gift, but she wanted to make one-hundred percent sure that her friend was not joking, or too drunk to make sense before she even started to attempt to try out the "spell". Jane looked at Amy, dead serious. She framed Amy's face with her soft hands, caressing her cheeks gently. "I mean it. Ames, you have always been my partner in crime. You are the only person in the world I can dare to go anywhere, do anything with me. It's not that I believe in the hocus pocus part of it. All my life, I've loved history. And this would be like... living history." Jane approached Amy's face softly but decisively and planted her lips on her friends. Amy moaned into the kiss, giving Jane a chance to slowly prod her lips open and dart her tongue in, slowly deepening the kiss. Amy reacted by pulling Jane towards her and hungrily drinking from her mouth, tasting the aged scotch. She placed a hand on Jane's hips and started toying with the waistband of her jeans, and then to gently caress the creamy skin under her tee. Now it was Jane's turn to start moaning softly into her mouth. Jane pulled out of the kiss, and Amy groaned with displeasure. She smiled adorably at Amy, who now wondered if she was more drunk with all the alcohol she had consumed or with that wonderful kiss. "First things first," said Jane, finally. "The spell calls for a naked female virgin and a drunken female in heat. If we let it go too far, it won't be long before I won't fit category A anymore." Amy laughed. She realize how incredibly easy and comfortable this whole thing was turning out to be and wondered why they had never "attempted a spell" before. "Well, maybe we can just skip the part where I try to turn you into a dude and--" "Are you kidding?," Jane protested. "When I started reading that page, the moment I was done, all I could do was think about how it would feel to go through the whole thing with you. Sure, I'm drunk and horny as hell, but I've waited twenty-two years to lose my virginity. I think an hour here or there won't kill me." "Might kill me," teased Amy. "Okay Janey, I'm in. I'm very, very in." She gave the brunette a flirty smile. "I believe the first ingredient is a naked virgin, so...one naked virgin, please!" They had seen each other naked before, although they had never thought anything of it. Amy realized that she had never paid real attention to Janey's deliciously curvy body and all of a sudden could not wait to revisit all those old, familiar places. Before Jane could say or do, anything, Amy lifted her shirt over her head and out of her arms, so that her friend was suddenly just wearing a bra and jeans. Then she helped her up and hugged her to her, guiding her hands to the bra clasp that was keeping her breasts prisoners. Her nerveless fingers battled with the clasp until it came undone at the third try. Then, with one fluid motion, she removed the garment, unveiling a pair of stunning and perky breasts. She couldn't resist the temptation at the sight of them and all of a sudden her mouth swooped in and caught a nipple in her mouth. Jane gasped at the touch and threw her head back moaning which Amy found so erotic she realized she would have to throw out her panties. She very delicately started to suckle at her nipple rather than just flicking, knowing how good it felt for her. She used one of her hands to pull Jane to her while the other one was busy undoing the fly of her jeans. "Okay, Ames, enough." Jane begged. "I really am this close to just throwing the plan out and just asking you to take me right here. I think I'll just take my the rest off by myself." She quickly took off the rest of her clothes. Amy took in her friend's tight body greedily. Jane had played soccer in college and she had an athlete's body: curvy and tight but still soft and inviting. Her pussy was not bare like her own, but rather carefully landscaped into a tight little jet black triangle she couldn't wait to feel along her lips. She longed to roam along her figure with her mouth so much she let out a sigh. "Wow, Janey. I'm really glad you never skipped soccer practice. I'm about to reap the benefits." Jane blushed so hard, even her tits reddened. They both started giggling. Amy decided that even though there wasn't a specific request for her to be naked anywhere in the spell, she did not want her clothes standing in her way one more second longer. She was wearing a tube top and a short skirt with no bra and only her panties. She kicked off her high heels with a fluid motion and unzipped her skirt, which was promptly lying around her ankles. Before she knew, she was standing in front of Janey wearing only her tube top and a very, very damp pair of panties. Jane knelt before Amy and started lowering her panties in a deliberately and painfully slow motion. Amy realized that Jane was enjoying the effect she was having on her, but she was very much past caring. Jane continued pulling down on her garment until her shaven pussy was fully uncovered. She then started softly blowing on her pulsating slit, driving her crazy. "Jane!" Amy cried out instinctively placing her hands on Jane's shoulders to steady herself. As a response, Jane planted her lips fully on the glistening mound and began to suck it, very, very slowly. Amy couldn't help herself and she started bucking against Jane's face. She wanted her, she wanted her so badly she felt she would just pass out from desire. That's why it took every ounce of self control to push away from her. She know the entire ritual was important to Jane and as much as she wanted to start the fuckfest, Jane would have to be first. A concept that wasn't exactly unappetizing to her. Amy removed her top as soon as she regained her breath and helped her friend to her feet. Jane looked in the direction of the pull-out couch and Amy smirked. Without a work they both quickly converted the couch into a bed. And for their money, it was the most inviting bed either of them had ever seen. "Okay, now what?" asked Amy, eager to get the show started. "Well, you have to read the spell out to me," replied Jane as she laid back on the bed. "And then..." "Yeah, I know what comes next, friend," teased Amy. "You. You will. Because I will. Fuck. You. Senseless". Jane let out a soft moan and Amy quickly picked up the book. She couldn't wait to get started. She found the words and started reading them out loud again, putting every ounce of want and need into them as she possibly could. "Woman or man, Adam or Eve, Of you I will always need, sometimes of your love, sometimes of your seed and always that need you'll feed." "Both made of clay, women and men molded again, Let only the shape of you be changed" Jane breathing was hard and rapid, her chest heaving up and down. She spread her legs and shot a look at Amy. "Do it now, Ames. I need you to take me from virgin to plain bitch in heat," she said, quivering with need. Amy did not need any further invitation than that. She eagerly climbed on the bed and straddled Jane. The instructions read that she had to "drink of her mouth", so she immediately swooped in and placed her lips on Jane's so hard that she emitted a little yelp of surprise. Jane's mouth parted and Amy quickly inserted a hungry tongue inside her friend's mouth, tasting every inch of her. She entwined her tongue with her friend's and massaged hard, in a deliriously delicious motion. Her hands started roaming all over Janey's body as she was kissing her with the most wanton need she'd ever felt. She took her lips from Jane's mouth to her left earlobe. She knew her friend so well that she knew that was her most sensitive point in her entire body, at least as far as Jane herself was aware. She flicked at it with her tongue and she felt Jane's body tense underneath her. "That feels amazing, sweetie..." was all Jane could muster before Amy started sucking at her earlobe again. "If you think that feels good you have never had your pussy eaten out, baby. This is nothing compared to that." She positioned herself between her friend's legs, intending on letting her know the fine pleasure of dry humping before she ate her out. She suspected that Jane's sexual knowledge didn't even extend that far. All she'd had were disappointing groping sessions that usually ended with an idiot nerd creaming his pants before he could even start to attempt to get her off. All of a sudden, it became a mission to her to make sure Jane had a mind-blowing orgasm. "Okay sweetie," she purred in her ear. "I'm going to start humping you hard. Can't drink from down there until you have actually released something for me to lap up now, can I?" Jane nodded, her whole body a pile of pure need. Amy spread Jane's legs and pulled them around her waist. Jane locked her legs around her, pulling Amy into the furnace of her cunt. Amy moaned at the contact. She had never dry-humped another woman and now she realized that this might actually do something for her as well. However, Jane was her main objective. It was all about getting her off. She started lowering her pelvis into Jane's cunt, slowly and meticulously, while Jane instinctively started pulling her towards her heat. Amy started to feel the moisture gather at the entrance of her friend's pussy lips and she knew she was on the right track. She swooped in to grab one of her perky nipples and trap it in her mouth. "Ooooh, fuck!" Jane cried out in shock. This sent Amy to the next level and she knew she needed to speed up the pace. "Buckle up, honey. We're shifting gears." Suddenly she started to dry hump Janey with a speed and purpose of a pro. She started thrusting hard and fast while Jane returned her every thrust greedily. Her pelvic bones were sinking into the brunette's with every motion, creating a deliriously good friction. Her own pussy was swollen and throbbing. She could feel her own clit rubbing against Jane's and the feeling was so raw she felt she couldn't take it all in. She grabbed at Jane's hips and started working her pussy into her own, accelerating the pace to a rhythm that felt like could not go on for much longer. "Oh God, oh Ames, oh, yeah, right there! More, please, more! Right the fuck there. Oh, yeah, baby, you are going to make me cum so hard!" Jane's breasts were jumping in response to every single one of Amy's trusts. The blonde was very much on the verge of her own orgasm. Every time their impossibly engorged clits met, every single nerve ending send waves of impossible pleasure. "Cum for me, sweetie. Oh, fuck, your sweet pussy is making me cum! Oh, Janey!" "Ugh... Uhnn... I. Can't. Hold. On..." "Uhnnnnnn!" Jane threw back her head and started exploding into a mind-blowing orgasm. "Fuuuuuuuck! Yes! Oh, Yeah!" This threw Amy into her own potent climax. She felt herself gushing into her friend's pussy. Amy collapsed onto Jane's chest and heard her heart pounding so hard she thought it would burst out of her chest. She quickly disengaged from her and pulled her into a deep embrace. Jane buried her face into Amy's boobs while Amy gently undid Janey's ponytail and softly stroked her hair. "Shh, shh. It's okay sweetie. I got you." "Oh, wow, Ames, that was... I seriously have no words." Said Jane into Amy's chest. "If this is an orgasm then I had been fooling myself when I masturbated." Amy didn't reply and just pulled her friend into a tight embrace, the same kind that she had pulled her into a million times before. She wanted Jane to catch her breath for the next part. Amy had never eaten out a woman. She'd never even considered that she would one day do anything close to that. However, she'd had it done to her many times and she had always been very specific about the correct way to do it. She had never been shy about shouting out instructions to clumsy lovers who bought into the myth of just setting up camp on the clit and just madly, erratically twirling around their tongues until they tired and decided that that should be enough for a woman to climax. She started the way that she would have wanted a guy to start. She very slowly and tentatively started running her dripping tongue all about the folds of the pussy, teasing every nook and cranny way before she even thought of going to the clit, or into the pulsating black hole of need that seemed to be clamoring for attention. Jane threw back her head, placed her hands squarely on Amy's shoulders and abandoned herself to the teasing, enjoying the delicate, velvety feel of her tongue. She purred with immense pleasure and soon she started grinding herself into her friend's face, almost gently, reaching a comfortable and precise rhythm. Amy dug her fingers into either side of of Jane's hips and started pulling her in, matching every stroke with a slightly building sense of urgency. She was relishing the anticipation of the moment when the actual onslaught started. Without much warning, she proceeded to start rubbing her well-lubricated tongue on Jane's reddened and engorged clit. This took her friend by surprise and she both yelped and pushed her entire pelvis upwards, briefly lifting Amy with it. She started stroking the swollen clit relentlessly, with long, elegant strokes, almost as if she was running her tongue along the length of a dick. It was like taking in a deliciously salty ice cream cone and she intended to finish it. Jane was panting heavily and urgently, her pelvis pushing itself into Amy's face, with mounting need for release. "Amy, Oh, Amy..." Jane managed to cry out between her little sobs of pleasure. "Oh, God, please keep going. It's so fucking good... It's better that anything I have ever... Ugh, fuck, what are you doing to me?" Amy starting feeling Jane's juices drip out of her hole, drenching her opening. She knew what was next. All this prepping was almost over. It was time to finally give her friend the release that she knew could only come from penetration. "Okay Jane," she said as she started to slowly rub the edges of her opening with the fleshy pad of her thumb. "I think it's really time to take care of that pesky virginity problem of yours." Jane pushed herself up on her elbows and stared at her smirking friend. "Go for it," she panted, her own smirk forming on her face. "If I'm not ready right now, I'll never be." Without breaking eye contact with her friend, Amy started slowly pumping her thumb in and out of Jane's pussy. She felt her friend's inner muscles suddenly contract around her thumb and she heard her gasp. "How does that feel, sweetie?" She asked. "Tight!" Jane exclaimed between clenched teeth. "But in a good way!" Amy had always suspected that the reason that a woman's first sexual experience with a man tended to be so painful was because of the obvious need men have to impale themselves into their lovers. Even the best-intentioned, most sensitive guys seemed unable to contain themselves after a few moments and their impatience tended to ruin the moment. Luckily, that was one problem Amy wouldn't have. She wanted to make this a truly memorable and pleasurable experience for Jane and she had all the time in the world. She gently continued her pumping, occasionally swooping in to placate Jane's slit and clit. Her friend started relaxing into the rhythm and after a while started driving herself into Amy, until she had accepted all of her thumb. "Still feeling good, baby?" she asked, needing to make sure before moving on to the next phase. "Uh huh," grunted Jane. She was obviously starting to feel the need for more. Her face was contorted into a concentrated frown, little beads of sweat already forming on her forehead. Amy quickly changed positions. She climbed on Jane, who moaned in displeasure as her thumb popped out. In one fluid motion she pulled Amy into an embrace and pulled her towards her, until they were on their sides, facing each other. She was kind of amazed at the way they both seemed to fit together like damp puzzle pieces. She started a hungry, prodding kiss, allowing Jane to taste herself in her mouth. With one of her hands, she started stroking the nape of Jane's neck while the other one was exploring the curve of her ass. Jane was completely lost in pleasure, moaning and grinding into Amy with mad desire. Amy took her hand and placed it between Jane's thighs, positioning her index and middle fingers at at her opening. Instead of plunging into Jane, she just slid in slowly, letting Jane's juices and her inner muscles do most of the work. Jane grunted and practically impaled herself into Amy's fingers. Amy felt resistance about three quarters of the way in and realized what was about to happen. Jane gave her a nod, both of understanding and of permission. With one decisive stroke, Amy pushed her fingers all the way into Jane's cunt, tearing the fibers of her hymen. Jane let out a soft whimper, that seemed more like mild discomfort than pain. Amy soothed her with soft kisses as she continued her relentless pumping. It didn't take long for Jane to one again start moaning and grinding into her strokes. Together they started created a piston-like motion that seemed to last for the longest while, gradually picking up the pace until it seemed impossible to keep it up for much longer. "Amy, Oh, Amy... I think I'm about to come. Just a little more, I'm so close!" Jane panted between ragged breaths. "I'm not going anywhere until you do, baby!" Amy replied, her face buried in Jane's breasts. "I'm there! Ugh. I. AM. THERE!" And with a couple of more thrusts Jane's body went rigid and the muscles in her pussy started contracting wildly around Amy's fingers. Jane cried her orgasm and Amy patiently rode it out, allowing Jane to enjoy every last contraction. After a couple of minutes, Jane's body started to relax and Amy finally withdrew her fingers from her friend's pussy and pulled Jane into a tight hug. The rest of night was a blur to them. At some point they both realized the party had died down and had put on their clothes and headed up to Amy's master bedroom where they had finally collapsed, exhausted and satisfied into each other's arms and fell into a deep slumber. An Adam From An Eve Ch. 03 Chapter 3 - Meeting John When she woke up, it took Jane a couple of moments to figure out where she was. She was lying on a strange bed, sunlight flooding into an unfamiliar bedroom with a warm body lying next to her. Her head was throbbing with pain and she felt the need to go find a water faucet and drink it dry. Everything hit her with the intensity and suddenness of a bullet. All sorts of images, mostly of the drunken, naked kind, started bombarding her brain. She realized what she had done the night before, what had been done to her and she let out a groan and started rubbing her temples. Her heart started racing as she realized that she might have forever altered her relationship with Amy, and maybe not for the better. Still, it was hard not to want to revisit some of the highlights of their sexual encounter. She started to remember the feel of Amy's lips on her own and picturing her riding her wildly into her first real orgasm. She started to feel a warmth spreading to her crotch. And for some strange reason a different kind of tingling than she was used to. She continued to revisit the moment when Amy had finally taken her virginity and a rich, thick sensation started spreading to her nether regions. She wondered if all those new sensations were the consequence of the events of the night before; if things would always feel different from this point on. She turned on her side to face Amy who was sleeping peacefully, and frankly, gracefully. Her stirrings started to intensify in a new, unexpected way. For some reason she felt like she was being physically pulled towards her, like her crotch was all of a sudden magnetized and had an urge to crush against Amy's body. "Ugh," she thought. "I think I just turned into a big slut." One of Amy's breasts was popping out of her covers and Jane couldn't help herself. She started to gently caress it, flicking the nipple with her thumb. Amy started to stir and and moan lightly. All of a sudden all Jane could think of was a repeat of the previous night, as soon as possible. Amy opened her eyes and her eyes locked in with Jane. "Good Morning, sweetie," Jane whispered. A look of shock and surprise started forming in Amy's eyes, which suddenly grew as big as saucers. She jumped out of bed as if it had suddenly been made of needles. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" Amy demanded, with a sharp tone of controlled panic. Jane shot her friend a puzzled look. What was she talking about? Was she starting to regret the night before? "I... I guess I spent the night here," Jane offered, feeling confused and a little hurt. "I hope that's okay." Amy scrambled around the room and gathered some clothes on her. She headed to a writing desk on the other side of the room and opened a box that was placed on it. Before Jane could even begin to understand the situation, Amy had turned around and was pointing a gun at her. "Amy! What the hell are you doing?" Shouted Jane, getting on her feet, draping a sheet around her naked body "Put that away right now! What the fuck's gotten into you?" "Okay, dude, the gun's not going anywhere until you answer some questions. So you can start by telling me who are you and right after that you have to tell me where Jane is." Her tone turned suddenly icy and she spat out: "And if she's in any way hurt, this gun is going to be the least of your troubles." Jane started wondering if maybe she was dreaming or still so drunk that maybe she was hallucinating. The sheet she had fastened around her chest fell to her feet, as if her breasts were unable to support it. "Amy, I have no idea what you're are playing at, or what's going on. Just put the gun away and we can work this out. Please, please calm down." Amy did not stand down. "Who are you? I'm asking one last time. Next time the cops will be doing all the asking." "What are you talking about? It's fucking me, Ames. Jane? Your best friend since birth? The woman you had wild sex with last night? Any of this ringing a bell?" Amy pursed her lips. "Nice try, idiot. So what, were you listening to us last night? Were you glued to the door and figured this would be a good opportunity? Turns out out I'm not that gullible. Neither is Jane, so I know that you must have done something to her." Jane felt like her entire world was spinning. Words were coming out of Amy's mouth but they were not making any sense. She sat back down on the edge of the bed, fearing that she would faint if she didn't. Her penis flopped and hit the side of her thigh. She jolted to her feet. She had a penis. A dull panic set in and she started breathing fast, fearing that she was maybe having a stroke. She could not have a dick. There was no such thing as "magic" and women did not turn into men over night, no matter how many gypsy incantations they recited or how many drunken "rituals" they performed. She tentatively reached for the limp member hanging between her legs and she noticed that her hand was completely foreign to her. It was darker, certainly much bigger and was noticeably missing the intricate manicured nails she had procured a couple of days before. She poked at her penis with a finger felt a bizarre jolt, which meant it was definitely attached to her body. She looked around the room and located a full length mirror in a corner and she ran to it, noticing that her center of gravity was entirely wrong. She positioned herself in front of the mirror and gasped in horror. Looking back at her was a nude man. John stood almost a foot taller than Jane had, which placed him at around six feet. He had the same athletic build as his female counterpart but his body was in no way soft, though it was still quite inviting. His torso descended into a pack of tight abs that lead into a solid arrow formed by his hip bones, all incredibly defined. The arrow turned into a mass of black, curly hair that framed a penis. A penis slightly longer than anything Jane had seen before. "Amy, oh my God, look at me! What the hell is going on? What happened to me?" She started demanding in a blind panic in a voice that she noticed was several octaves lower than her usual one. Amy walked to John, still pointing the handgun at him, although he could see that there was a shadow of a doubt starting to creep in her eyes. "Drop the act. I'm calling the cops. Find your clothes if you don't want to take a naked ride on the cop car." John turned around and stared at Amy. He realized that he could easily overpower her. They were standing just a couple feet away and his body felt powerful and limber. He knew that he could take that gun away from her before she had a chance to think to pull the trigger and besides-- Besides, the gun wasn't exactly loaded was it? Without breaking eye contact, John put his hands up in the aire and started moving in the direction of the vintage dresser that she... he, had helped Amy pick up when she had decided to redecorate what had once been her grandparents master bedroom in the cabin. Amy followed him, with a confused expression that was still deadly determined. When they were both standing in front of the dresser, John spoke softly, both hands still in the air. "Remember when you took the bullets out of the gun your grandparents kept for safety and you put them in the third drawer, inside that ball of old blue wool socks? And remember when I told you to at least keep one bullet in the chamber because rapists rarely ever wait for you to retrieve your toasty socks and load up your self-defense weapon?" Amy gasped and her jaw dropped. "Ames," John continued. "You can feel free to keep pointing at me while you find the bullet sock ball. And I won't move while you load up the chambers. And you can keep aiming that thing at me, for as long as you think you need to start believing that some more literal kind of magic took place last night than our love-making." Amy started breathing heavily. It couldn't be. She was sure that the naked man in front of her was playing her and her Jane was probably in danger, somewhere. There was not even the most remote possibility that this man in front of her was actually her best friend. Of course there was one way to quickly discard the possibility. "Turn around," she ordered. John complied, knowing what was coming. When Jane turned 21, Amy decided that they should get matching tattoos. Jane, however, had always been terrified of needles, and the idea of getting a tattoo scared the crap out of her. Amy had come up with an ingenious solution. Seeing as how they were both Gemini's, she had drawn out a map of the eleven main stars of the constellation and asked the tattoo artist to basically draw a bunch of small dots of varying sizes, without the connecting lines on both of them. The design, which they both had gotten on the small of their backs, had been virtually painless and had the added bonus that it basically looked like a small cluster of freckles. The dots, which popped on the map of Jane's creamy, light skin were a lot harder to point out on the back of John's slightly hairy and darker back. However, they were unmistakably there. Amy's heart raced as she reached out to touch the muscled back and John shook slightly at the feel of her fingers running along the constellation on his back. When he finally turned around, he noticed that the gun was no longer pointed at him. He also realized that he was sporting a rising boner. "Janey?" Amy asked, tentatively. "Is this true? Is this even possible?" "Apparently," whispered John while he pulled her into an embrace. "I have no idea what's going on, or how it's going on. But whatever it is, it's happening." He suddenly became very aware of his nudity. The thing between his legs started throbbing painfully against Amy's thigh. He pushed away from her and Amy took the the sight of her best friend sporting a hard-on. "Whoa!" Exclaimed Amy. "Apparently the spell worked a little too well." John blushed. "I'm sorry. This thing just... has a mind of it's own. This is the last situation that would normally arouse me but I can't really control it." Amy took in the sight of John and realized that he was a definite hottie. Everything from the jet black, shoulder-length hair, to the size, to his hard abs and his thick and engorged dick was basically what she went for in a guy. "What I meant is that your little guy is, um, not so little." John smiled, embarrassed. "I guess," he shrugged. "It even feels... heavy? I can literally feel the weight of it pulling down. Or up, as it may be. I really think I have to get some clothes on." Amy almost shook her head, no. As bizarre as the situation was, she was actually started to enjoy staring at her friend with no clothes on. Before last night, Amy had been all about the dick. She not only had never felt the need for sapphic experimentation, but had literally never been aroused by the female body. The male body, though, that was a different story. He definitely enjoyed and was aroused by a hard, well built man. Like the kind standing naked in front of her. "I think cousin Anthony left some of his stuff here when he came to open the cabin last month," she said and walked to the wardrobe, opening it to retrieve a pair or ragged jeans and a black tee shirt. "Sorry, Janey," she apologized. "I don't really think he left any underwear behind," she finished passing the garments to John. John quickly got dressed. The jeans were about his size, if only a little snug, and the tee shirt molded to his body tightly, probably about half a size too small, which had the effect of contouring his abs. "For some reason, it feel weird that you keep calling me 'Janey'," he said as he went to examine himself in the mirror. "I mean, I think there's a more obvious and appropriate name there. At least for the duration of the spell." Amy smiled at her friend. "Whatever you say, John," she replied, amused. John returned her a clearly concerned half-smile. "This is bizarre, Ames. I have no idea what we are going to do. I'm still only half convinced that this is actually happened." Amy took John's hand and led him to the bed where they both sat side by side. She knew where he was coming from. She still couldn't believe her eyes, all evidence to the contrary before her. Women did not just turn into men overnight, she knew that much. She stared at his eyes for a long while, in silence, until the most utterly inappropriate thought invaded her mind. It still took her a few moments until she could verbalize it. "Jane," she started softly. "Do you think I could... you know... touch it?" John blushed madly. His cock immediately, almost automatically twitched at the thought of Amy's soft hand against it. The rational part of him knew this request was most decidedly not what they needed at the moment. They needed time to cool off. They also needed answers. And yet, he hadn't even began process his rational thoughts when his hand had already unzipped his fly. Amy reached for his crotch and gently began to extract the half-hardened member from within John's jeans. He shuddered at the touch. It felt intense and unexpectedly raw. It was as if every cell in his body had suddenly decided to spotlight his dick. Amy held her best friend's dick delicately, almost admiringly, not wanting to hurt him. He was, after all, unused to the entire concept of being a "he", and she could only imagine what it felt like to suddenly wake up endowed (well-endowed) with a penis. John's cock started to slowly harden in her hand and she could feel his breath start to quicken. She started to feel an old familiar stirring and almost out of habit began a stroking motion, bringing the member to a stiff peak in a matter of seconds. John gasped and quickly stood up, his dick still stiff, standing out of his jeans. "I think we should really not do this yet," he said, trying to control his breathing. "It's okay, sweetie," Amy said, apprehensively. She was feeling confused and frankly, a little dejected. "Look, we are going to have to fuck anyway, right? I mean, that was what the book said. The spell worked, so now all we have to do is have sex and things will go back to normal." John managed to put his impatient dick inside his pants again. He looked at Amy, evidently upset. "I don't know, Ames. Who knows what we are going to have to do? In case you haven't noticed, things have gone from 'sexy experimentation' to 'gypsy curse'. I'm just not sure that the answer to everything is as plain as 'a bit more fucking". Amy stood in silence for a few moments, her brain reeling. Was she being rejected? Was Jane, or John or whoever the person standing in front of her right now was not attracted to her anymore? She understood that John was freaking out, but she still wondered if part of his reluctance was just aimed at her. Maybe, just maybe, only Jane had been attracted to her. Or maybe not even Jane had been attracted to her at all. It could be perfectly possible that the night before had been a fluke. All a product of hormones and booze. "What do you want to do, then," Amy asked, hesitantly. "I think," John said, biting his lip in apprehension, "that we have to go back to the basement." An Adam From An Eve Ch. 04 They were sitting side by side on the newly re-converted couch in the basement, the family history tome from the night before open to the incantation they had performed the night before. They had gone through it more than a couple of times, trying to get a firm grasp on the rules. The pages following the actual spell had more important information that they were hoping would help them navigate their rather bizarre situation. As far as they understood, they would definitely need to fuck and John would most decidedly need to come inside Amy. There were a lot of references about how the entire purpose of the spell was to provide seed, and Amy's grandmother had actually underlined this paragraph. So apparently the importance of that fact could not be understated, and they did not want to figure out what would happen if they didn't comply. Once they had succeeded in having sex, in theory the spell would be reversed at sunset, which was to take place at 6:23 pm. It was barely a little past eight in the morning. They had roughly ten hours, give or take. "I guess it's unavoidable," John sighed. "We are going to have to fuck." Amy stared at him, quizzically. She could sense John's dread at the prospect of having to fuck her. It seemed bizarre, especially considering how eager Jane had been to do it just a few hours ago. "Sweetie, I have to ask," she started hesitantly, not sure of how to phrase what she was thinking. "What's stressing you out so much about it? I mean, you seemed to like me last night..." John turned to Amy and took her hand in his, marveling at how positively tiny it felt. He was still having problems adjusting to his dimensions and the fact that the world suddenly seemed slightly smaller around him was still surprising. "Ames, of course I like you! I mean, last night was the single most amazing experience of my life. And to be honest if you told me that it would be a once in a lifetime kind of deal, I would be crushed." "Then what?" She asked, enjoying the way John was stroking the inside of her hand with his thumb. "It's just... I'm terrified, Amy," John admitted. "I was a virgin up until last night, not to mention a woman. I know next to nothing about sex, and the few things I do know are pretty much what you showed me a few hours ago. Not only do I not know how to use my new body, but I have no actual idea of how to please a lover, period." Amy smiled with something like relief. "Hey, listen," she said, turning to him and grabbing his other hand. "I may have only ever been with one female virgin, but I have straddled my share of virgin cock. I can definitely...steer you around the curves, so to speak." John gave her a half-smile. "Ames, last night you...you made me feel things that I don't even have words for. I don't want you to just take me in and make me cum into you. To be honest, I'm pretty sure it would take very little to get me to come. I mean, just looking at you makes me..." He trailed off. Amy perked up, suddenly feeling strangely aroused. "Makes you what?" she asked him hoarsely. "Well, if I look at you, if I even so much as linger on your tits, my damn cock starts pushing against these jeans and I have to start focusing really hard on other things to get it to settle down. And when we were going through the book and you were leaning on me, the thing wouldn't stop twitching like mad and I started to feel my balls get...I don't know, itchy?" Amy locked eyes with John, terribly aroused. Sure, guys had a habit of getting hard for her but John seemed to be so incredibly in want of her it was just putting her in the mood to take him right now and give him some release. However, she understood where he was coming from. And besides, she didn't exactly want him to blow his wad in a couple of seconds. If nothing else, she wanted to enjoy him. With one quick motion she undid his zipper and pulled his cock out. John gave a surprised gasp that quickly turned into a moan. He started shuddering as his cock quickly hardened in Amy's hand. "Amy, what...what are you doing?" "You are right, babe," she replied. "You have a couple of things to learn before we both get the fucking we deserve." She started slowly stroking his uncut shaft, knowing full well the effect she was having on him. "But I think that first of all, you need to get your first male orgasm out of the way. I can't imagine you can be even remotely comfortable with all that cum inside your balls." The first time she had slept with a virgin, it had been with a scrawny Lit freshman she had met at a party and had just plain felt sorry for. She had straddled him and he had jerked around inside her for all of maybe a minute, unaccustomed to the feel of a warm vagina. He had hardly even managed to get himself all of the way in before he just started spurting out wildly. The entire experience had left Amy cold. After that she had decided that she would try to deflower a few more virgins, making sure that they at least got a crash course in basic sexuality. She had considered it almost a public service and she was finally about to reap the rewards. One of the first things Amy had figure out was that virgins could hardly be expected to hold on for long when they had all that jizz just boiling in their balls. As far as she had been able to figure out, masturbation was nothing to even the feel of a woman's soft hand around their cocks. As soon as she figured that out, she made it her mission to start every virgin session with a quick hand job to, "clear the pipes" so to speak. She took her hand away from his cock and he groaned in protest. "Take off your jeans," she demanded. At the same time she quickly disposed of her top and skirt, quickly getting naked for his benefits. His eyes grew wide, taking her amazing body in and his already rock hard cock started madly twitching. "Amy," John said weakly. "I really think that we shouldn't just..." His thoughts were immediately obliterated as she swooped in to kiss him, hard and maddeningly deep. As Jane, he had been able to almost relax into Amy's kisses and caresses, even as her need started mounting up. As John, he was filled with an overwhelming need to crush, to pull her as close as he possibly could, his cock a divining rod pointing insistingly at the well of her pussy. Amy purred in pleasure, pushed him back and proceed to straddle him. Her pussy briefly brushed against his cock and he let out a frustrating cry, immediately reaching for her hips, the only thought in his mind to lower her onto his cock and push hard. "Easy, tiger," Amy said, breaking the kiss. "We're not quite there yet. I want it as bad as you do, trust me, but we need to cover a few lessons, first." John tried to contain himself, even as Amy pulled his tee off his torso, exposing his hairy, rock hard chest and abs. Her lips started roaming and exploring about and his cock started to physically hurt. His balls seemed to be hardening into him and the only thing he could even attempt to do was to stab at Amy's stomach with his hard shaft, yearning for any sort of relief. Amy could see the combination of frustration and outright pain in John's face and she almost threw her plan out of window and impaled herself on him. It was just the knowledge of how disappointed he would be afterward to know that he had not done anything for her that stopped her. And, of course, the anticipation of reaping the benefits of a few good lessons. She spit onto one of her hands and quickly lubricated her palm. Then, as she lunged again into his mouth, she started stroking his hard cock. The sensation almost killed him. He started shuddering and jerking madly into her contact, yearning more than anything for whatever release was coming. "Long strokes, babe," she directed him, between kisses. "Long, deep strokes. I know it's not easy but try to control yourself and not to jerk around too much. Otherwise you'll come too soon." John tried to focus on the feel of her velvety palm around his shaft and not on his imperious need. He started kneading her ass, savoring the feel of her full, tight and smooth cheeks in his hands. He pinched her cheeks, making her yelp with delight and he couldn't help smiling into her mouth. He found a rhythm and realized she had been right: while he still wanted to desperately come, he was starting to relish the feeling of her tight fist around his cock and wishing he could prolong it just a little longer. She upped the tempo of her strokes and he started matching them, lifting his pelvis up into her fist as he pulled her towards him in an accompanying rhythm. She started grinding herself into his lap, making him crazy and forcing him to use as much self control as possible to stop himself from begging her to climb on him. He took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking while she threw her head back in surprise and ecstasy. This sent him over the edge and his self control abandoned him. His balls hardened to rocks and all of a sudden he felt his cock contract in the most mind-blowingly delicious way and he started spurting semen out onto her belly. His first spurt would be forever seared in his memory. The way the pressure that had been building in him had finally released and a long arc of cum had come spurting out while his cock began convulsing, pushing more white hot jizz out, every bit of pressure being released, his orgasm shaking him from the tip of his cock to the back of his asshole. Slowly his body started to relax and he felt every limb go slack. His breathing began returning to normal and he hugged an exhausted Amy to his chest, his cum spreading all over his own stomach. "Wow, Janey, sweetie, you are an overachiever, clearly. And already ahead of the curve," Amy said, exhausted. "I think that's the fastest a newbie has ever caught up to my methods. That's also the longest one has lasted too." John gave her an abashed smile. He still found it weird to be called "Janey" as a man. "I guess I'll take that as a compliment. I mean, I have a very limited time to learn." He gave her a soft kiss on the cheek then turned his attention to the cum pooling between them, already starting to gel. "Um, so I guess we should get cleaned up?" he asked tentatively. Amy smiled ruefully. She loved it when a plan started to come together, no pun intended. "Actually, lover, we're about to hit the showers. Gotta get ready for the next lesson." She pulled him up from the couch and led him out of the room, turning back to look at his cute, slightly dopey expression. She briefly wondered whether she should give him more time to regroup after his first come, but decided against it as soon as she took the full picture of his naked body, even as it lurched behind her up the stairs. He was beautiful, they only had a few hours together, and she wanted to make sure to use as much of that time as possible in a, say, very efficient manner. She led him down the hall and into the bathroom. John followed clumsily, still not entirely used to his long limbs, or the way his body pulled him down in the middle. Amy smiled back at him, as amused as she was turned on, every time he bumped into an end-table or almost tripped over his own feet. He grinned back at her and looked hot as hell doing so. She pulled him into the bathroom and held her tight to him, unable to contain herself. He caught her lips in an unexpected and delightful kiss, pulling her hard towards him, his dick already rousing itself in spite of the recent release. "Okay, hun," she said as she disentangled herself from him and started running the shower. "We've had rather active last few hours and, no offense, but you need a shower. You're starting to smell like dude." John smiled as he grabbed her hips and pulled her towards him. "Well...I am a dude, at least for the time being. I can tell because right now there's parts of me that want to be inside parts of you. And because I can actually finish that sentence." Amy giggled, in a way she couldn't remember doing for a long time and they both jumped into the shower. The very hot water felt amazing striking against their naked bodies. They locked into an embrace, letting the water pressure soothe them for a few minutes breathing in each other and exploring their bodies with their hands. They lathered and massaged each other's bodies with soap and shampoo, in an almost relaxed, lazy fashion, that came from familiarity. Amy could definitely tell that although Jane was having a great time, just enjoying the cleansing, John was started to get frustrated. His erection still hadn't fully returned, though Amy suspected this mainly had to do with self control than anything else. "Hmm," he hummed as he started massaging her ample tits from behind while they were rinsing the soap off, his head buried in her neck. "Now I can see why you haven't had to pay for a drink in years. Your tits are amazing to look at, and even more amazing to touch." He started gently nibbling on her neck while his hands rubbed her nipples in an excruciatingly delicious motion. His hips started to rock back and forth slightly and his cock quickly hardened between her ass-cheeks. The urgency of his massaging started to grow and Amy took this as her cue to begin her next lesson. She pushed away from him and he sighed in deep frustration. "Ames..." he began, before she cut him off. "I know, baby," She said as her hand trailed off down to his dick, taking his whole erection in. "Don't worry. I got your back." Whenever Amy was training a virgin, so to speak, and she found her trainee worthy after the handjob lesson, she always proceeded to a blow job. The whole purpose of this was not only to get the guy off, but to actually give him a crash course in rhythm and thrust. If she was lucky, and the guy was a quick study, by the end he would be able to fuck her without immediately going for the come, leaving her unsatisfied. Of course whether or not he got the chance to penetrate her pussy, depended on whether or not he was deemed worthy. John, however, would be worthy no matter what, which was why Amy was determined to give the best lesson of her life. She slowly, maddeningly, started trailing off kisses from his mouth southward. His breathing started to quicken as he started descending down his abs and towards his hardened cock. She finally found herself kneeling in front of him. She looked up at him and shot him a devilish grin. She took the base of his shaft in her hand and guided the sensitive tip into her mouth. He shouted out as the feeling flooded him in an impossible way, and braced himself on the shower wall, the hot water still running and hitting his back and ass. "Follow my lead," she ordered. He grunted in agreement and she started to take him into her mouth, taking first the first couple of inches and holding the base within her fist. She measured him at around seven inches, definitely above average, and uncut. She could deep throat with the best of them but the girth of John's cock was going to be a challenge. She placed one hand on his ass and started guiding him into her mouth. His first couple of strokes were erratic and she had to use her fist to prevent him from going too deep too fast. She knew that what he wanted was to go all the way, his balls nesting against her chin, and in due time, that was exactly what he was going to get. She started to suck him into her, trying to time her suction to his pumps, coaxing him to push inwards, forcing him into a rhythm that he quickly got the hang of. She marveled at what a quick study her little apprentice was turning out to be. Inch by inch she started taking him in, trying to relax her throat muscles in anticipation of the oncoming onslaught. His pumping had become regular and efficient, his abs shuddering and jumping slightly as each stroke brought paroxysms of pleasure through his body. Finally, with one decisive motion, Amy used both of her hands to pull all of him into her, while her tongue swirled around his cock. His balls slapped against her, and she took one in her hand and started to caress it in a carefully calculated motion. "Fucking hell!" He shouted as his pace quickened and his grunting continued. "Your mouth...feels so fucking good...I want you...uhn...to take it...all in!' Amy looked up briefly and found him staring at her, one of his hands moving to her hair. She nodded, knowing what he needed. He took a fistful of her blonde hair in his hand and started pulling her head towards him in step with both his grunts and his furious pumping. She thought that he was already fucking better than maybe half of her lovers, and she started to feel a warmth permeate her pussy. This was making her so hot it wouldn't take long to make her come. Suddenly he pulled out of her with a frustrated moan. His cock twitched in protest. Her entire mouth felt incredibly empty and her jaw hurt. "Come on up, Ames," he said hoarsely as he put her on her feet. "I think I want to review my lesson." He turned her around and pushed her against the wall. She yelped in surprise, feeling like the balance in powers had shifted. Before she had time to think he took two deft fingers and started rounding the opening of her pussy. She started panting at the thought of having her hole filled. He seemed to be prodding, exploring, mapping out her entrance. His lips started roaming through her neck and shoulders and she started to wish he would just start pumping his fingers in her when all of a sudden- John started pushing his dick inside her. She cried at the unexpected stretching, her nerve endings caught by surprise started pulsating heat to her pussy in waves. "I think I get it, babe," John whispered in her ear. "Slow and steady win the race. Let me make you feel good for once."