All characters are over the age of 18. All the science in this story is utter bunk. This series of stories involves a very slow build-up which is just the way I like it. This is also my first attempt at writing fiction. Be warned, impatient ones!
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James groaned. Not so long ago, this groan would have been one of pleasure. Now, however, it was most certainly pain and not kinky masochistic pain either. He opened his eyes slightly and found himself staring at whiteness. He was resting on something soft. But his body ached all over.
"Fuck," he mumbled as he felt another stab of pain shooting through his head.
"It'll be OK, James. Everything is going to be OK," somebody informed him gently.
"Mom?"
"No, it's Jill ... Mrs. Saunders, your teacher."
"Ah," he said, with a lopsided smile as he slipped back into unconsciousness.
"How the fuck did it come to this?" she thought to herself as she disrobed and headed towards the bath.
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A while earlier ...
James was a bundle of confusion as he walked down the stairs. On the one hand, he wanted to jump and punch the air for having feasted on not just his first pussy but his teacher's puffy, engorged, juicy, luscious, wet, adjective-friendly, succulent cunt. On the other hand, he was concerned about Jill's problem and felt a sense of impotency at his failure to ... function. Yet another hand wondered whether Eve would actually work on Jill. It was completely untested after all. Then there was an ethical cloud over the whole evening. Would Jill have wanted to--well, there was no other word for it--literally rape him if it hadn't been for Adam? Sure, he had used it in good faith solely to get through to her and prevent something tragic from happening. Nevertheless ...
He meandered his way to his backpack in the kitchen and dug out the vial of Eve. While the improvements that he had added to it mirrored those that he had added to Adam, this batch of Eve was far from the finished product. Not only had it not been tested, it was also not copulinated. For that to happen, he'd need to extract the copulins from the ejaculate of the source. James realised sheepishly that he could simply mine his own face for a sample, but then again, he did have a bountiful alternative a few feet above his head. Picturing Jill's nude sleeping form in his mind brought a sudden feeling of warm contentment to his brain. "God! She was beautiful!" he thought to himself. James rummaged around the kitchen to find a suitable receptacle for a sample. But he gave up after a couple of minutes--finding anything in this kitchen was going to be difficult.
Back in the lounge, he found an alternative--Jill's box of paracetamol. Dumping its contents in the toilet, he washed and dried the container bringing it to some semblance of sterility. Armed with it, the vial of Eve and the last vestiges of his Adam supply, he returned upstairs to join his supine Goddess. Jill was still sleeping on her side. The tracks that the tears had taken were now visible, running across her nose and down the side of her face. But she seemed to be a little more at peace. Her body was now curled up in a foetal position which made her look so vulnerable, especially with her palms joined together under her face. This angle also provided him with a wonderful view of her butt, two glorious globular mountains bounding a blonde forest that peeked through from in between. God, women were beautiful.
James woke up out of his reverie. He couldn't bring himself to disturb Jill right now and there was really nothing else to do but wait. He briefly considered going back downstairs and waiting in the lounge, but soon dismissed the idea. Instead, he dragged his shorts and boxers down and climbed back into bed, spooning his teacher and mentor, his hand boldly holding her left tit. Feeling a little chilly, he dragged a sheet to cover the both of them and fell asleep after a few minutes.
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James' dick was apparently the first to wake up and had dressed itself in a woody. It had also managed to neatly wedge itself into the nearest warm crevice it could find which just happened to belong to his delectable golden-haired teacher. He spent a couple of moments savouring the feeling before waking up himself. The room had grown a little darker. But they hadn't napped for long. While it was rarely a surprise to find his penis hard, he wasn't supposed to be able to get hard in close proximity to Jill, was he? Or was it fine--seeing as to how she was still fast asleep--if Jill wasn't aroused herself?
His right hand was still on her breast and he gently crushed it as he instinctively began sawing lightly between her ass cheeks. He pressed his face against Jill's blonde curls and breathed in deeply. He idly noted that he would become a billionaire if he could bottle the natural smell of a woman's hair and sell it. His rod was still rock hard and pressing in deeper into her yielding crack. His balls informed him that he could proceed to the next gear and so, he started pistoning in and out like a two-stroke combustion engine. His dick's head kissed her pubic hair on the in-stroke and then withdrew back into the meatier section of her buttocks on the way out. James chuckled to himself when he realised that both his heads were nuzzling into Jill's blonde tresses simultaneously. She suddenly moaned and backed her ass into him pushing for more contact.
The bed was now squeaking in time with James' ever-accelerating thrusts. His lover was definitely awake as her right hand was now on his thigh pulling him closer. But her presence had retreated from his immediate consciousness as he concentrated on his own desires, his brain white with lust, its only goal being release. He mauled her tit with his hand pulling her tight against his chest, trying to subsume her into himself to quench his need. His thrusts were now getting deeper and deeper until he could feel his dick sliding along a groove that was now unquestionably wet. Soon the wetness spread throughout the entire channel, slicking it up even more. He could feel the faint stirrings of impending release building up below his stomach, triggering a burst of frenetic thrusting.
"Just a li'l bit more. Just a li'l bit more. I'm almost there," he chanted repeatedly. He moved his hand from her tit down to her pussy and pulled closer, pushing himself deeper into her. But James couldn't keep up this pace. He began to slow down, the embers of lust still glowing, but not sparking into the roaring fire that he was chasing. After another minute of trying, his thighs were tiring and his back was beginning to complain too. His partner had removed her hand from his leg and was no longer responsive. James finally slowed to a stop.
"Fuck!" he muttered, as he pulled out, completely exhausted. He turned and lay flat on his back, panting heavily, sweaty, sticky, angry and unsatisfied.
It did seem that as soon as Jill herself became aroused, his libido cooled down, or perhaps hit a roadblock. So, it was definitely a chemical issue and ought to be solvable. The thought of solving Jill's problem triggered a groan of annoyance as it was only then that James recalled that he had brought the vials of Eve and Adam with him to the bedroom for that very purpose. "Fuck!" he cursed himself. But he was too beat to do anything right now and needed to catch his breath first. Taking in deep breaths, he tried to slow his heart-rate down.
As he recovered, James noticed that the body next to him was shaking (or was it shivering?). Leaning up and propping himself on his elbow, James looked across to Jill's face. No, she wasn't shivering. She was crying again, softly, inaudibly, with her eyes still closed. His heart went out to her.
