Part 1. Adam and Eve

Eve was out on good old Route 36 again, looking for another male chauvinist pig to receive the ultimate orgasm . Eve had her thumb out and her miniskirt hitched up so high that it was obvious that she wasn't wearing panties. An old Chevy that had seen better days pulled up. The driver was cute, but very young, probably not a day over 17.

He was wearing painters' overalls tented up over an obvious boner. "How far do ya wanna go ?" he inquired. Eve gave her usual reply: "All the way." The boy grinned at her. He had curly black hair and beautiful white teeth. "Well, now, that sounds int'resting. " he commented."I 'm Adam. What's your name ? " "Eve" she replied. "Hey, Adam and Eve. Now, that sounds real promising."

Eve came to the point without further beating about the bush. "Do you like blow jobs ?" Adam nodded. "Love 'em." "Well," said Eve, "I give the best head you've ever had. In fact, I give the ultimate orgasm. " Adam looked a little startled. "Woo hoo, that I gotta try."

Adam turned off the highway onto a county road and off that onto a farm road which soon entered some woods beside a stream. Here, he stopped the old Chevy , got out, and dropped his overalls. He was wearing nothing under them. His dick was about average for a teenager, probably a bit over 5 inches long. His balls, though, were big and round, nearly as large as Kiwi fruits.

Eve squatted before him and just touched the tip of the glans of his penis with her tongue, tickling and tantalizing it. Then she rapidly whipped her tongue from side to side under the frenum. Adam was trembling, breathing hard, and lubing copiously. As Adam began to moan, Eve stood up, bent at the waist and suddenly deep-throated his entire shaft . Adam gasped.

As Adam pulled back, Eve swirled her tongue around the glans and as he thrusted into her throat, she sucked so hard that her eardrums popped. As she worked on his penis, Adam did not notice that Eve had taken his balls into her hands and had a firm grip on them. She could sense Adam's approaching orgasm and was ready for it. Adam cried out in ecstasy as the first spurt of thick lumpy cum bursted from his rigid boner.

Th peak would come during a later spurt, though. Adam was pumping and spurting and shaking. At the instant of most intense sexual pleasure, Eve suddenly squeezed his balls as hard and fast as she could. Adam screamed in a wild mixture of ecstatic pleasure and excruciating pain . His entire body convulsed and went limp.

Eve continued squeezing as he slid down the side of his old Chevy to fall in a heap onto the ground.

Eve checked him for vital signs. In his wrists, she could detect no pulse. There was equally none in his carotid arteries or in his temples. Eve placed her ear against his chest and listened for a heartbeat. There was silence. His eyelids were not quite completely closed and his eyes seemed to have rolled back. His face had gone slack, his mouth drooping open. Adam's orgasm had been ultimate in the sense of terminal.

Eve reached up under her miniskirt and stroked her clit until her thighs got wet in a delicious orgasm. Winter was coming on. This would probably be her last opportunity to give a man (or boy) the ultimate orgasm until Spring.

Part 2. The Revenant

It had been a long stormy Winter, obviously no season for hitchhiking. Eve had spent a boring four months with her aunt Roberta, living on her trust fund , reading the juicier entries in her diary, and masturbating. She longed for Spring and weather warm enough for hitchhiking.

Eve had decided to avoid Route 36 for a while. Too many bodies had been found beside too many cars off that road. Instead, she decided to work Route 43 in the Spring. She hadn't given anybody the ultimate orgasm there for about two years.

It was a lovely April day when Eve resumed her pursuit of horny males. Somewhere in the distance, she heard the sound of an engine which was somehow disturbingly familiar. When the car appeared over the brow of the hill, Eve felt an eery sense of deja vu. It was a strange-looking fire-engine red foreign sports car. Eve was sure that she had seen that car before.

As it approached closely enough for her to see the driver's face, the feeling intensified. The reddish-golden hair, angular features, and luminous blue eyes were horribly familiar. Eve seemed rooted to the spot with her thumb out. She wanted to run into the woods behind her, but she didn't seem able to move. She knew one thing. She must NOT get into that car.

By this time, Eve remembered the make and year of the car. It was a 1937 Allard, a classic antique sport car. The pitch of the roar of the motor dropped as the car pulled to a stop beside her. The driver turned toward her. She knew that face terrifyingly well. He opened the passenger's side door and asked in a soft very familiar voice, "May I offer you a ride ?"

It was the same voice and the very words in which Barry Chandler had invited her into this same car two years ago. But, it couldn't be. Barry was dead. He had died at the peak of a mighty orgasm beside this same car . Eve wanted to scream "No, no !" Instead, she found herself, as if re-enacting the events of two years ago, following the script, saying "Yes, thanks" and getting in. The driver reached across in front of her and latched the door.

Eve waited for him to ask "How far do you wish to go ?" He did, and she replied, as before, "All the way." This time, however, he departed from the script and said "Ah Eve, you've led me a merry chase up and down the highways and byways of the Eastern seaboard."

This broke the spell and Eve screamed "Let me out of this car this instant !" The driver floored the accelerator, rapidly bringing the speed up to 70 mph, as fast as anyone would dare to drive on this narrow road. He laughed and replied "Don't be a fool, Eve. You can't evade your fate." Eve tried to open the door but didn't know how to.

"Now, what do you hope to accomplish by that ? It would be certain death to jump out of the car at this speed." Eve reached between the man's legs and grabbed his balls and, squeezing them, said "Stop the car and let me out." He laughed again as she squeezed ever harder and said "That won't work this time Eve."

He reached into his right jacket pocket and, before Eve understood what was happening or could react to it, brought out a hypodermic syringe, flicked the cap off the needle, drove it into her forearm, and pressed the plunger home. Eve slumped.

"That was a powerful animal tranquilizer. You can see and hear, but you cannot move or speak above a whisper."

"Ah, there it is. Does that farm road ahead look familiar, Eve ? It ought to." It did. Barry had pulled into that road two years ago and it was there that Eve had murdered him. For a second time, the Allard pulled off the highway into the farm road and followed it into a patch of woods. It came to a halt at the exact same spot where Eve had given Barry Chandler his ultimate orgasm.

The man shut off the engine, turned to her and said "Poetic justice, Eve. It's two years to the day and this is the same spot, but this time, I'm going to kill you." Eve struggled to speak and managed to whisper. "Barry, don't." "Don't, Eve ? Why not ?

You're a serial killer and a particularly cruel and vicious one. You've used men's sex organs against them to kill them. Now, I'm going to use yours to kill you. There will, unfortunately, be one major difference however. Your victims all died in agony. You won't feel a thing.

I'm going to give you a blow job of sorts. I'm going to blow into your vagina until your uterus is inflated like a balloon. The lining of the uterus is very permeable to gases. Air will quickly dissolve through it into your blood stream forming an air embolism. When it reaches your brain, you will die instantly."

He got out of the car, opened the passenger's side door, and as Eve tumbled out into his arms, carried her to a tree. There he sat her on the ground and propped her up against the trunk. He consulted his watch, a silver pocket watch which Eve had seen before, and then drew a very deep breath. He bent down and, lifting Eve's mini-skirt, placed his lips between "the lips that never smile."

Holding the labia against his lips, he blew hard into Eve's vagina. The air make a kind of farting noise when passing through the cervix. He watched her abdomen carefully for signs that the uterus was inflating. When he had emptied his lungs, he closed his lips , inhaled deeply again and blew again. This time Eve's belly expanded as if in an early stage of pregnancy. Eve was beginning to stir as the tranquilizer wore off , when, suddenly, her body stiffened momentarily and then slumped again.

He continued to exhale until his lungs were empty and then removed his lips from between Eve's labia. Air rushed out of her vagina with a soft sighing sound. As Eve had done to so many of her victims, he checked for a pulse in her wrists, neck, and temples. Then he held the shiny back of his silver watch to her lips. It was not clouded by moisture. Eve was dead.

Gary Chandler stepped back a pace and surveyed the face which he had first seen from 800 miles away through his twin brother's dying eyes. In that instant, he had gleaned from Barry's dying brain the memories of all that had transpired in the previous half hour. He knew her name, what she and Barry had said, and what she had done.

The bond between identical twins is a very strong one, such that often each knows what the other is feeling or thinking. It was unusually strong between the Chandler brothers. Gary had shared in the experience of Barry's death and he had vowed then and there to avenge him.

There was only one important difference between the brothers. Gary had lost his balls in a soccer game. They had been replaced with silicone prostheses which feel no pain.

Now, staring down at the body of his brother's murderer, Gary spoke aloud. "Mission accomplished, Barry; you are avenged." Gary drove off toward the setting sun in the antique sports car which he had inherited from his late brother's estate.