The Adam & Eve Trilogy

by Paul Preston

  “Even though I ran into my room, slammed the door, locked it and covered my ears, I could still hear his voice through the door screaming at me. The lights in the neighbor’s house went on so I’m sure they too heard the story of how my parents had sneaked into the back of the theater, wanting to know what was keeping me out so late every night. They watched my scene with John Procter and in their ignorance and fear, started imagining that the play was real and I was actually having sex with him.”

  Laura paused in telling her story, trying to gather the strength to finish it.

  “The next morning I was so mad at them I just wanted to get out of the house, but they grabbed me and sat me down at the kitchen table… my dad said he called the Chairman of the Drama Department and complained so the school had me removed from the production. It was a huge scandal. My understudy took over my role. I’m sure she did fine. I don’t really know because I never went back to the university. I’m sorry I lied to you earlier, Stephen, I was a drama major it’s true, but I never got my degree. I was too ashamed and humiliated to go back to class.”

  “God, I’m so sorry, Laura. That’s a fucked up thing they did to you,” Stephen said.

  “And do you know who first started calling me a dirty girl? My mother. Every time we were out and I had to use a restroom she would make me put toilet paper on the seat, she was so paranoid about getting microbes, and if I forgot she’d say, ‘Laura, have you been a dirty girl?’”

  “What happened after your parents got you kicked out of the play?” Stephen asked.

  “My father grew tired of seeing me moping around the house so he took me with him to a Christian book store for a book signing. That’s where we met Roger, on his promotional tour for “Lessons in Love”. He took a liking to me; we dated for six months, got married, moved here to Seaside City when he was chosen to become the pastor of Our Savior. I suppose the change was good for me, it got me out of my parent’s house at least and the possibility of having children cheered me up. You know, Leslie was right about not worrying about sex. If I worried about that, I’d be worried all the time. In the nearly three years we’ve been married, my husband and I have had sex only a handful of times.”

  “That’s not possible. You’re so beautiful.”

  “There was, of course, my wedding night, crushed under his weight, pounding at me. He was enthusiastic that night after the long months of courtship. I don’t think he noticed I was crying, he wasn’t gentle and the tearing hurt. He did notice the blood after he finished and apologized. After that night I guess he became preoccupied with his church and calling… he’s not that sexual of a person and I’m such a cold fish. Months passed and I read some silly woman’s magazine about “putting the fire back in your marriage” and one night I tried kissing him down there, though it had disgusted me, his little corkscrew top poking out of all those wild curling black hairs. It smelled unpleasant, but I tried like a good wife to do my duty. I thought he liked it at first but I think he was embarrassed that he wasn’t responding so he pulled away and said he “found it unsavory for a minister’s wife to do such things”. I was actually relieved to not have to do it.”

  “Has he ever…?”

  “Oh Lord no. I think he tried once, early on in our marriage, I resisted, so that was that. I suppose if it wasn’t for our desire to have children we would never… We made an appointment to try to do it Sunday night, when he gets back from his trip. I’m ovulating this weekend. Sounds romantic, doesn’t it? Planned out sex. I’m really looking forward to it…”

  “God, I’m sorry about your school, the play… and everything.”

  “So who’s got the most embarrassing story?”

  “You win. But it makes me happy you felt comfortable to open up to me. I feel closer to you now, Laura.”

  Stephen reached out and took Laura’s hands in his and gave them a squeeze.

  “You were sweet to listen to the depressing story of my life. I’ve never told anyone what happened.”

  “I wish there was something we could do to help you overcome these things, to start over.”

  “Maybe you can start over, but it’s too late for me. At least I have the solace of the church to turn to. There is something to be said for self-sacrifice. We started a food pantry for the poor. I visit the old and infirm at nursing homes, hospitals. I keep myself busy doing charity work. And it would be dishonest of me if I didn’t say it is partly my fault. My husband is a very nice man, he does try to be tender to me and I know he loves and cherishes me by the way he looks at me. I’m mostly cold and unresponsive to him; no wonder there’s no passion in our marriage. He’s tried to make a nice life for us. I wasn’t cut out for a life in the arts, I suppose. I still like going, though. I’m a subscriber to the Seaside City Playhouse. SCP does some cutting edge new plays and musicals, they reinterpret the classics, they’re a first-rate repertory theater. My husband and I had seats together the year before. But I guess it wasn’t for him, he wanted to drop out, thought it was a waste of time. We had a big argument, but I put my foot down, so I just renewed the one seat this season.”

  “Laura…”

  Stephen put his hand on her cheek and slid his fingers through her hair, looking into her eyes. Laura brushed a finger over the hair falling over the back of Stephen’s ear.

  “You have the most attractive golden color to your hair, Stephen.”

  Stephen leaned in and gave Laura a long tender kiss, his fingers tangled in her thick silky golden hair. Laura kissed him back just as tenderly. They leaned back onto the couch, laid together in each other’s arms and Laura drifted off to sleep. After a few minutes, Stephen carried her into his bedroom. He laid her down on the bed, took her shoes off carefully and covered her up. He didn’t remove her dress, but he took all his clothes off, put a pillow between his thighs to calm his erection and went to sleep next to her.

  After a few hours, Laura awoke from an erotic dream. She was kneeling on a pillow on the floor in front of Williamson, whose naked muscular body towered above her. His shaft was uncoiled in front of her and she was stroking it with both hands over and over. The circumference of his shaft was so thick that her small hands could not completely fit around his girth. She looked up at him and spoke.

  “Have you forgiven me yet, My Lord?”

  Williamson shook his head no. She increased the intensity of her strokes and placed her open mouth over the tip of his shaft. He tilted his head back and exploded over and over into her mouth. She swallowed as much as she could in her dream, the rest spilling out over her chin, sliding down her neck and coating both breasts in a thick white cream.

  “You’re forgiven,” Williamson said, and she woke up.

  It seemed so real she touched her breasts to see if there was fluid on them. Then, seeing her friend beside her, she breathed out, relieved she was in Stephen’s bed and not with Williamson. Laura got up and used the bathroom. When she returned to bed, she noticed a ray of light from the open door of the bathroom shine on Stephen’s naked body. He had turned on his side, a pillow squeezed between his thighs. He looked like a little boy who had come home after getting into a fight at school with his swollen cheek. The swelling had gone down somewhat, though there was a black and blue bruise beginning to appear below his eye socket. She remembered falling asleep peacefully in his arms on the couch. He must’ve carried her to the bed, but he didn’t remove her dress. Most guys would’ve done that with a vulnerable sleeping woman. It made her trust him even more.

  Laura tried to go back to sleep, but the smell of her arousal and the wetness between her thighs kept her awake. She could not get Williamson out of her mind, no matter how hard she tried. She flashed on the image of him in his office, handcuffing her against the brick wall and watching in the mirror as he slid two fingers inside her from behind. She remembered turning her head to the side, offering her lips for him to kiss as he thrust his fingers in and out of her womb. Despite her feeble attempt to escape, she could not deny enjoying what
he did to her. It made her feel sexier and more alive than she had ever felt. Part of her wanted to go back to him and get down on her knees and ask his forgiveness for leaving him. Images of her submission came to her mind. Laura put her fingers inside the folds of her sex and stroked herself as she fantasized about him.

  “Please, Phillipe. Please take me back. I should never have left you. Now I promise to never leave your side. Chain me to your bed, whip me, and spank me. You can have me however, wherever and whenever you want. You were right, I am your sub. I can’t deny it any longer. Please take me back, please,” she said, tears dripping down her cheeks.

  The fantasy seemed so real to her that Laura reached up with one hand to touch her cheeks, expecting the feel her actual tears, but her cheeks were dry. She reached down and pressed the tips of her fingers deeper into her vagina.

  “Take my clothes off, sub. Take me in your mouth.”

  In her fantasy, Laura did as she was told. She unzipped his pants and his enormous erection was revealed. It was intimidating, large, thick and demanding.

  “For your punishment, you will take me into the back of your throat and suck on me until I come.”

  Ashamed of her own thoughts, Laura tried to stop touching herself and pulled her hands away from her body. But the images in her sexual fantasy kept appearing unbidden, projected onto the movie screen in her mind.

  Why can’t I stop thinking about it? Why can’t I stop it? Why?

  Laura, could do nothing but give in to the images and watch them, such was the power of the desires awakening within her. In the middle of the night, one delicate hand guided the other and the tips of her fingers found her wet and sensitive spot.

  Laura imagined a long attractive black leather whip appear in Williamson’s hand.

  “If you don’t swallow every last drop of my come, I will give you a lashing with this whip.”

  “Yes, Sire.”

  Laura tried to swallow Williamson’s huge erection and suck on it, but only half would fit in her mouth. Williamson slid his shaft further down her throat and tears came into her eyes. As Laura imagined the feeling of the beautiful snake-like whip snap over her tender skin, she tilted her head back and trembled, feeling a sublime release inside. Breathing deeply, Laura pulled out her wet fingers. She noticed a thick white cream coating her fingers she had never seen before, causing two of them to stick together…

  It was the whip. The whip did this…

  Suddenly Laura saw Stephen shift in bed, push the pillow away in his sleep and open his thighs. His long beautiful penis became illuminated by the shaft of light from the bathroom. The heavy firm sac and shaft looked like a pink and white marble sculpture, smooth, shaved, almost too beautiful to be real. His lithe body was lightly muscled, slender and fit. She admired his flat firm belly. She compared Stephen’s striated abs to her husband, whose folds of fat spilled over the belt at his waist like a slab of meat. She wanted to be closer to him and rest her head on his lap. Laura watched as Stephen’s body seemed to writhe in agony, coping with the stiffness of his erection in his sleep. Laura thought of how Williamson forced her to hold his giant shaft; she could feel its pulsating warmth through his pants. Since she had kissed Stephen’s sweet lips several times already, she could not resist taking him into her mouth. She leaned over his erection, untied her sash, slipped the dress off over shoulders, exposing her breasts and allowing them to fall freely onto him, skin on skin, cradling his warm shaft in her cleavage. She licked her lips to make them wet, cupped his scrotum gently in one hand, giving them a gentle squeeze, and holding his shaft in the other. She wet her lips again and licked the tip of his head over and over with great pleasure, closing her mouth around the rim and sucked on Stephen as hard as she could, making little moaning sounds. Stephen stirred, thrusting his pelvis forward between the cleavage, sliding his shaft deeper into her mouth as he awoke.

  “Oh, Laura…”

  She kept sucking harder and harder and Stephen breathed out. He saw her beautiful lips reverently sliding up and down his shaft, felt his sensitive root cupped in one of her hands while the other tugged on him. He saw her lovely soft full breasts jiggling up and down as he thrust himself between them.

  “Oh God, Laura, I haven’t… for so long, I’m afraid I need more practice controlling…”

  Laura nodded twice and began massaging his testicles in her palm and pulling on his shaft harder as she sucked and moaned out.

  “Oh Laura, I’m coming, I’m coming…”

  Stephen shot several warm jets of come directly into Laura’s mouth until it overflowed down her chin. As she lifted her chin up to swallow, he continued to spray her with a thick cream, coating her breasts with his slick white fluid. Laura pumped out the remaining come, swallowing a second mouthful and wiping the tip of his penis over her face and lips, feeling the final drops of fluid on the skin of her cheeks.

  After she milked him completely of his semen, Laura realized how easy it had been to give pleasure to Stephen in this way. All her life she had a morbid fear of kissing a boy there and of swallowing. Her mother always told her it was disgusting and unnatural. She warned her never to touch or especially kiss a boy there, ever. Though she was curious, Laura always imagined choking or gagging on the semen if she ever attempted to swallow it. She was worried at first when Stephen ejaculated, filling her mouth for the first time in her life with a stream of semen that seemed to keep shooting out of the head of his penis. But when Laura relaxed and swallowed the first mouthful, it went down her throat smoothly and easily. She always assumed it would have a bitter taste, but it actually had a rather pleasant salty taste. What would have been just a few days ago an unthinkable, difficult and horrible act, now was something easy and delicious to her, something she craved to do again and again and again. When her husband returned, Laura decided to give Roger this pleasure. Hopefully, it would bring them closer together, maybe even save their marriage.

  “Oh God, Laura. That was fantastic. I’m sorry I came so fast. It’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone.”

  “It’s OK. I liked how you came so fast. I’ve never done that before. I like the taste of your come. I’d like to do that again. Will you let me do that to you again Stephen?”

  “Oh God yes, Laura, anytime you want. It felt so amazing.”

  “I’ve decided, Stephen. I want you to be my Dom. I want to serve you and be your sub, at least until my husband returns. Will you do that for me? Will you take me as your submissive?”

  “Of course. I want that more than anything in the world, but…”

  “But what?”

  “It’s Williamson. Did you sign a form with him, back in his office?”

  Ashamed, Laura lowered her head and nodded.

  “If only I had not taken my fucking break when I did. He put a collar around your throat, even if you didn’t want it, he got to you first.”

  I did want it.

  “I don’t want him, I want you.”

  “It’s not that simple. Once you’re collared and you’ve signed the consent form, a Dom has to release you, in writing, before another Dom can make his claim on you.”

  “That’s ridiculous. I should be able to choose who I want to be with.”

  “I know, but it’s a rule at the Club which I signed when I was hired. It helps avoid fights over women. If he releases you, we can be together. Can you talk to him, Laura? I want more than anything to be with you, for you to be my sub.”

  “OK. I’ll talk to him.”

  “It won’t be easy to get him to let go of someone as pretty as you.”

  “Well, I’ll try. I better get home, in case my husband calls me in the morning.”

  “Sorry about coming all over you. The way you were kissing me… when I saw your breasts, I couldn’t hold back. I didn’t mean to...”

  “It wasn’t your fault, Stephen. I wanted you to. I like having you all over me. I like it a lot. I like you.”

  Laura gave Stephen a tender kiss once on the
mouth and once over the bruise on his eye.

  “My poor brave man. I’m so sorry about your eye.”

  “It’s OK, Laura. It feels much better now, actually.”

  She pulled up her dress over her breasts and they got out of bed. She put on her high heels and picked up her purse. Stephen slipped on his bathrobe. He walked her to the door.

  “I’ll meet you tomorrow at your job after 8. OK?”

  “OK.”

  “Goodbye, Stephen.”

  Laura gave him a kiss on the cheek and looked at him once more. As she turned away, he touched the sleeve of her dress.

  “Hey, Laura. You are not a cold fish.”

  Laura smiled, shut the door and left.

  Stephen shut the door and leaned back against it, smiling.

  Chapter Five

  Thursday

  Laura woke up late Thursday morning from another erotic dream. As she opened her eyes, her fingertips were wet and she was holding herself between her damp thighs. In the dream, her arms and legs were tied to a bed with four posts. She was giving pleasure to Phillipe and Stephen at the same time. First Stephen was on top of her, spearing her deeply in her sex and Phillipe was kneeling on the bed beside her and she was pleasuring his massive erection with her mouth. They thrust themselves into her in unison then switched places, Phillipe entering her vagina and Stephen slipping his shaft in her mouth. In the dream they both came at the same time, Williamson shooting his seed deep within her womb, and as last night, Stephen releasing his sperm into her open mouth. They both pulled out and she milked their shafts with her two hands, squeezing out their remaining fluid directly on her, fully coating her breasts in their cream. As she awoke from the dream, Laura pulled her hands out of the slick glistening lips of her sex, looked at her fingers and rubbed her own white creamy effluence between her fingertips. She realized that her breasts ached, then remembered how firmly Phillipe had grabbed her there and how hard he squeezed and squeezed her, while he held her captive to his office. She placed her wet fingers lightly over her areoles, remembering…