Tales of the eKids: E-man Loves Emmy
© 2004 by Andrew Wiggin
Part 6
Elle Adkins lay with her eyes closed; her face grimaced as if in pain. Her fingers were slowly caressing her small round breasts as she worked her pink nipples in time with Eamon Turner's tongue. She was alone in her bedroom.
A few meters away in an adjoining bedroom Emma Adkins and Eamon Turner were making love. Eamon was deep in Emma, and Elle felt every inch of his length, every centimeter of his breadth, every ridge on the head of his cock.
Elle was in concert with her sister as they secretly shared the deflowering of a virgin. However Elle's maidenhead remained intact, since the sharing was emotional and psychic but not physical.
Still, her pussy was awash in her own fluids. She had already climaxed several times as she sensed the buildup of another orgasm in Emma. She knew that her orgasm would be triggered with her sister's.
She felt the huge demanding presence of Eamon's dick inside her sister's pussy. That presence seemed to be in her pussy as well. Her hips were lunging back and forth as she strained to join her sister and her sister's lover in achieving a shared climax.
Elle's eyes rolled back in her head. Her back arched off of the bed as she forced herself harder against the dick that wasn't there. She felt the spurting of semen within her and her orgasm consumed her. She was screaming; her body clenched tightly in the grip of an overwhelming climax. Her climax was augmented by her sister's. Both were joined by their lover's. The psychic peak lasted for long moments, driving Elle higher and higher in ecstatic bliss.
And then it was over. Elle's body collapsed onto the bed. She was only semi-conscious. Her sweet, sweat-soaked body was weak in its exhaustion. And yet her mind and body glowed with her new-found knowledge of the joys of intercourse with the one she loved.
Deep in her soul Elle knew that the bonding had been successful. Eamon was hers; hers and Emmy's forever. Her own deflowering would be a mere formality; but a formality that Elle was eager to experience.
Eamon Turner had not been a virgin before today, but he was a virgin in the ways of interactive love. After experiencing the love of two people (three?) as only known to New Man, would he even be interested in sex with a
H. sapien
? Elle thought not.
'We can take him places he never dreamed of going', she thought. 'We will be his private harem of sexy little girls. We'll be his lovers; we'll be his friends; we'll be his soulmates. I knew the moment I saw him, the moment I felt him in my heart. We are what he needs, just as he is what we need.'
Elle tried to catch her breath as she again joined with her sister to be a part of what might happen next. She wondered if Eamon could even get it up again.
'Please take a break, Eamon', she thought. 'I can't take much more of this. You're going to kill me!'
Elle realized it wasn't Eamon but Emma that was eager for more. She was already working on Eamon's soft penis, doing her best to return it to its turgid state. Elle felt more than sated. She contacted her sister.
"Emmy, you slut, give it a break will you? You're going to kill the poor boy. And you're going to kill me!"
Emma wasn't fazed. She had been considering her first blow job when her sister broke her concentration.
"
Elle, if you can't stand the heat, get out of the bedroom! Hey, Sis, don't you want to learn how to give head?"
Elle felt herself stir again. Where was this coming from? She always considered herself to be so levelheaded. Give head indeed! On the other hand, as she closed her eyes she could see Emmy's tiny hand wrapped around Eamon's very large member. Her mouth watered as Emmy's small lips approached that huge helmeted head. Without prompting, Elle's fingers found the opening of her pussy just as Emmy's mouth tasted the hard rubbery head of Eamon's damp dick.
Together their tongues licked that head. Elle's pursed lips seemed to stretch to accommodate Eamon's manhood. Again her eyes were closed as she felt that mammoth member slide in and out of her sister's mouth. She felt the hardness in her own small hand as Emmy stroked the base of Eamon's cock while sucking on the head like a lollipop.
Elle had long suspected that Emma would turn in to a very successful cocksucker. She felt Emma's joy at the control it afforded her, coupled with the pleasure she could give to her lover. Yes, Emma was going to turn into a world-class cocksucker. Controlling and giving at the same time: that is Emma's style.
Emma's tongue was doing a dance on Eamon's hardness. One hand was stroking his length. The other hand was fondling his balls.
Elle's perspective switched from Emma to Eamon, and suddenly her heart was filled with excitement and romance. She felt her eyes looking back into Emma's fiery eyes, her chest expand with passion and joy. Elle's eyes squeezed shut as she experienced the swelling of Eamon's cock, then the eruption of his sperm into Emma's mouth.
Emma sucked him clean with each spurt of Eamon's semen. Twice, thrice, four times he spurted, his soul seeming to flow from his cock down Emmy's throat. Eamon's passion was augmented by Elle's and by Emma's, marking this as the quintessential blowjob.
Finally Eamon's knees buckled and he collapsed onto the bed, his senses reeling from a triple-augmented climax. Through his passion-addled brain he thought, "If this keeps up, she will kill me!"
Elle collapsed as well, her jaw aching from the Para-sucking, her pussy afire from her pseudo-orgasms.
She thought, 'When I get the real thing, it will kill me!"
Emma surveyed her exhausted lover. Through closed but all-seeing eyes she saw her thoroughly spent sister collapsed on her bed.
Emmy said, "What, are we done?"
Part 7
Far beneath the surface of an ancient glacier, a century of global warming had been taking its toll. The seemingly solid glacier was experiencing a melt-off from below. Water was beginning to flow freely, weakening the very foundations of the glacier itself. This glacier had clogged a large fjord in southwestern Greenland for millennia. Behind the blockage were millions of tons of fresh water, waiting to escape to the sea.
The Gulf Stream has been carrying life-bringing warmth from south of Florida to Northern Europe for many thousands of years. At latitudes where much of the world was cold and frozen almost year-round, Europe had moderate temperatures and long growing seasons. But scientists had long been cognizant of the historic variability of the Gulf Stream.
Europeans lived in blissful ignorance, unaware that their pampered existence was dependent on the whims of a fickle ocean current. For thousands of years Europe had enjoyed the bounty caused by the existence of the Gulf Stream. But now that bounty was in jeopardy.
Edie and Eddie Adkins had been worried for several years, ever since they had begun their analysis of the world's climates. When young, the twins had cut their teeth on computer programming and consumer electronics. While they still played with these for fun and profit, their real interest lay in more challenging disciplines.
Weather was one such discipline, a problem so complex that for decades some of the greatest minds and the most powerful computers in the world were unable to make serious sense of it.
New Man U. had contracted with China to place a network of weather satellites of their own design in low earth orbit electronically interfaced with the University's geosynchronous communication system. These multitasking weather satellites could be used to measure many things both above and below the surface of the earth. Because of this, some New Man U. eKids were following volcanic anomalies, continental drift and fault line erosion, while others were charting short and long-term weather patterns with an eye to finally learning to predict the seemingly unpredictable.
Their earliest predictions were so dire that an increasing amount of the University's resources were being devoted to this project, trying to fine-tune the results and double and triple-check the percentage of likely outcomes. Edie and Eddie decided it was now time to let the family know the result of that labor.
