"Alphabetically Yours" Adam Rekindled

Hello dear reader.
I must now beg your indulgence! I missed this one during the transfer of the stories from the Yahoo file. This episode in the "Alphabetically Yours'' saga belongs AFTER the story entitled "Eve". So, could you be patient not read it until then?



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Well, Gwen was Eve in the previous "alphabet saga." She and Barry had got to where naughty folk always get: "spent."
I couldn't bring myself to quite end it for them there ................. so, here's how it went next:





"Alphabetically Yours" Adam Rekindled

by Julius

Copyright 2005

Post coitus can be a difficult time for a guy. Post coitus sounds good, whether it's correct or not. All those trace chemicals in the brain out of balance. For a while, that rare male condition exists; he's actually NOT horny. And not merely 'not horny' but somehow non-horny. The above mentioned "a while" becomes longer with age. Boastful teens may claim it's measured in seconds. 'Older' men will tell you, a little resignedly, that it's measured in days. The relighting of the fires will occur naturally or outside forces may impinge upon the libido in Newtonian fashion:



Adam a.k.a. Barry stood naked. He was still breathing deeply. His equipment drooped, small and wrinkled. Given free choice, he'd have stretched out in the sun and have drifted away on blissful memory.

But Eve a.k.a. Gwen had other plans. This soon became evident to the recently spent Barry.

The oil on Gwen glistened in the sun. It brought highlights to curves. Hip bones and belly, calves and shoulders, she shone. Like a statue of a goddess he thought. As usual, his eyes were drawn to her breasts.

They seemed to glow. Tight skinned and heavy, they were lovely. Prominent nipples seemed to beg for attention.

Gwen took those nipples between thumbs and forefingers and pulled, pulled towards him. Breast-flesh formed points. He glimpsed her lower lip being nipped by upper teeth, betraying just how hard she was pinching and pulling at herself.

His cock stirred. Gwen had pulled her nipples like this before, as a sort of tease, but never this hard. She took a step towards him and pulled sideways, pulling her breasts away from each other. He raised his eyes to her face and she formed a kiss with her lips. When he looked down again she'd brought her nipples together and was rubbing them, one against the other.

Whether or not she was hurting herself he didn't know. The sight of the stretching skin and apparently abused flesh was turning him on. His cock was thickening, lifting. The tormented nipples were just inches away.

Her next little exhibition went beyond sexy. She moved her hands in circles, pulling those nipples round and round. Her pulled-into-points breasts followed of course. She did it slowly, her eyes on his, waiting, watching. Every time his eyes flicked up to look at hers, she seemed to be asking silently, "Well?"

When Gwen released her nipples they were long and fat, looking the way they did when he sucked them. His penis was longer and fatter too and he was suddenly very aware of it.

"Hmm, coming along very nicely," she said looking down at his cock. She reached for the bottle on the picnic table and squirted oil into her palm. He gasped as she grabbed his new erection and pulled him towards her.

She parked her bare ass on the end of the seat and guided his cock between her breasts.

"Perhaps a little tit-fucking will strengthen your resolve," Gwen told him.

Just minutes before Barry had wanted nothing more than to close his eyes and doze the doze of the just, the just-fucked. Now? Now his revived cock was between her breasts and Adam was seriously considering a second frolic with the wayward Eve.

Oh but it felt good. She was squeezing her breasts hard together. He gazed down at the lovely orbs, somewhere in all that beautiful tit-flesh was buried his happily thrusting cock. It felt so good. This situation usually had him at orgasm's brink in no time at all. Their recent session had left him satisfied, now he felt he could play like this forever. Just fuck her tits, fuck and fuck and fuck her tits.

Seemingly Gwen had other ideas, she pushed him gently away and stood up. Her hand wrapped round his cock again, squeezing. Barry moaned.

"Lay on the table and let me enjoy you ..., please."

Barry did as she asked and lay on his back. The wood was almost hot under him, the sun was warm on his skin. He closed his eyes and murmured, "Help yourself."

He was very aware of his erection. This Garden of Eden of Eve's was a beautiful place he thought.

He felt the table move, heard it squeak as she climbed on to join him. Eyes slitted against the bright sunshine, he looked up at her.

She knelt astride him, her big-nippled, heavy breasts above him. Her nakedness, the trees, the warm sunshine, the movement of the breeze over his skin made beautiful magic; Eden indeed.

Another slice of heaven was to follow. She raised herself, gently took his erection and held it vertical. She sank slowly until his cock head was nuzzling at her pussy.

"Ready?"

He nodded. Slowly, very, very slowly his Gwen who was Eve let herself slide down him. She was gloriously hot inside. He closed his eyes and focused on his cock as it crept up into her welcoming tunnel, slowly, slowly, slowly.

When her ass finally settled on his thighs, she sighed.

Barry who was Adam lay quiet, his cock marinating. They seemed content to be still a while. Gwen's pussy clenched from time to time; with or without any effort from its mistress Barry wondered. He slid his hands down onto her ass and made slow writhing and thrusting movements under her. Both seemed to be waiting, savouring.

Gwen slid her ass down his thighs a little. Down a little more until his cock resisted her movement. He knew she loved this position. He imagined her clit against the upper side of his cock and his cock head against her pussy's back wall. He had no idea how it felt for her, but for him ...? She never failed to get him off like this.

She began lifting and lowering her ass, fucking him and fucking herself. There was an animal cast to her features when she did this. He watched her face, her closed eyes, the swing of her breasts and felt the movements of her ass in his hands.

Usually she controlled them both in this position, making him come just before she did. But today? ...Today was very different. Today Barry had already come, he could last forever. He wondered if Gwen knew - he was sure she did.

Right then, Barry sensed he was her toy, her plaything. He didn't care, let that beautiful pussy pump up and down on his cock all day.

Gwen's orgasm, when it came, was a beautiful, almost gentle thing. She was just grinding away, her buttocks slick on his thighs when it happened. Barry felt itaround his cock, a hot grasping as her pussy walls rippled and caressed his cock. Her mouth opened and body went rigid, her eyes stared, unseeing, at him.

She stilled then, on the outside. Inside, her body still milked at his hardness.

"Oh God," she murmured. She reached out a hand andstroked his face. "That was so beautiful."

Her body shone with sweat. The sun had climbed, the promised hot day was upon them.

She leaned forward and rested her hands on either side of his head. She bent her elbows and her breasts were on either side of his face, an Eden within Eden. He turned his head, seeking a nipple and Gwen obliged. It was big in his mouth, ripe, firm. He nipped her, flicking with his tongue. Gwen lifted her ass off him, making his cock withdraw halfway from her heat.

He thrust upwards, to bury himself in her again, his ass coming off the table..

Then they fucked. Her nipple was gone from his mouth. He was breathing the scent of her sweat between her breasts.

Passive lover no longer, Barry began thrusting up under her. Gwen's hips were moving too, matching his. His hands gripped her buttocks, pulling her open. All gentleness gone, each began using the other.

Barry's climax was there, poised, coiled. He wondered if he was going to make it.

He was sobbing for breath, struggling, matching his thrusts with hers, trying, trying, trying. Her sweat dripped on him, salty on his lips. Her breasts swung, hot and moist against his face.

His fingers dug into her buttocks and he lunged up at her, feeling the climax letting go, as every muscle in him seemed to urge him towards and into her pussy.

Then it began. The whole of his body spasmed, clenched. Barry drove up into her, he was coming, oh God he was coming. How he struggled, straining,thrusting, trying to reach the edge! He fought for breath, fought for orgasm. He begged his body to let itself tear free. His legs stretched and tensed. His left calf threatened to cramp. Christ!

Barry barely noticed Gwen's sobbing. In the midst of his own struggles she began squirming. Her movements synchronised with his and she came again, loudly,violently. Their world was suddenly wetter as she writhed and ground on his cock.

Barry heard, felt Gwen's climax happening. It was the trigger he needed. He seemed to fuse with her. A driving thrust, down, down through his entire body, he was coming. He ground his teeth, tensed, held his breath, paralysed for the moment. The first exquisite, scalding gush and ... blackness.




"Hi Honey, welcome back."

His eyes fluttered open, "Dear God, I ..., where ...,how long?"

"A minute, no more," she kissed him, her lips unutterably soft, her body, sweat-slick on his.

She giggled, "You came and then ... , well, then you went. Amazing."

He grinned, "I thought that only happened to ladies."