THREE

Later that evening, when the ground was dry, and the sky was filled with pinpricks of light, Adam came to Eve, his staff long and hard. He started to lie down next to Eve, but she stopped him. A look of puzzlement came over him, but Eve just smiled.

“Let me show you something, Adam.” He nodded his assent.

Eve knelt before Adam and touched his staff gently with her hands. Adam was surprised by this but felt pleasure from her touch. He then saw her lean forward and lick the end of his staff. Adam’s eyes shot open, both from the surprise at Eve’s actions and from the pleasure that he felt.

Adam involuntarily groaned as Eve took his staff inside her mouth and, just like earlier in the day, was able to take the whole shaft inside, down to the root, and still breathe comfortably.

As she was moving her mouth back and forth, she noticed the sack underneath his shaft moving, so she reached out with a hand and gently clasped the pouch, and began rubbing it.

Adam groaned once again and stuttered, “Ittt ittt is-s-s happen, happening again!” and with that, his seed shot out and into Eve’s throat, for at that moment, she had taken his staff as deep as possible. She felt him flexing inside her mouth, and she swallowed, keeping his staff buried deep until he was done. When she removed him from her mouth, she was disappointed that she didn’t get to truly taste his liquid. When she explained this to him, he said that they could try it again, and this put a smile back on Eve’s face.

Adam was happy that he could make Eve happy. He made her happy three more times that night, each time giving her the delicious honey-like nourishment that she so desired.