Title: Abby and Dave
Author: davidq
Keywords: Mg


In the Beginning was... well, a bunch of stuff that's not really very
interesting just now.  We'll skip it.

A little while after the Beginning, however, was this guy called Dave.
Dave lived in the Garden, or at least that's what it seemed to be
called.  To Dave it seemed more like a groovy kind of tropical island;
it had sea all around it and a lake in the middle, gentle mountains to
the north, lush forests to the south, rolling grasslands between.  The
forests were heavy with fruit, ripe with nuts and berries, and filled
with the gentle sounds of the many animals that shared the Garden with
each other and with him.

The sun was warm during the day; sometimes light rains fell, but never
at night, and never to excess.  The trees of the forest provided Dave
with all the food he needed, and the water in the clear streams that
ran down from the mountains to the still lake was cool and delicious.
The Garden was a place of Peace and Harmony, and Dave lived most
contentedly with the animals and birds.

Well, mostly contentedly.  One thing Dave discovered he could do that
the other creatures of the Garden couldn't was think aloud.  He
discovered that he could speak, give names to things, and his delight
in this was great and lasted long.  However, none of the other
creatures could join in, and after a while this made Dave a little
sad.  

Now, whenever Dave got a little sad, or whenever a question came to
him, the Gardener would appear.  Dave thought of him as the Gardener,
although he always wore a black tailcoat and white bowtie, more like a
butler than a gardener --- whatever a butler was.  Or maybe he was the
maitre d'...  To Dave it did seem that Gardener was the best name.

Dave was sitting on his favourite mossy bank by the edge of the lake,
not far from the forest, watching waterbirds out on the lake.  He'd
just named a new one he'd not seen before, and was pondering a little
sadly that he had no-one to share the name 'eider duck' with, when he
noticed, pacing steadily out of the forest, the black and white suited
figure of the Gardener.  Dave waited.  The figure approached, stopped
at his customary respectful distance, and inclined his head gravely.
"How may I help, sir?" he asked.

"Well," said Dave, "it's like this..."  And he explained to the
Gardener how he would love to be able to share this gift of talking
with another creature in the Garden.  Talking with the Gardener
occasionally didn't quite cut it.  "I need a buddy," Dave concluded.
"A friend, you know what I mean?"

The Gardener inclined his head again, then turned respectfully and
paced back toward the forest.  Dave watched him disappear into the
trees, and before he could look back at the eider ducks he saw another
figure emerging from the same spot.  A slighter figure, this one,
without clothes, like Dave, and looking slightly less assured than the
Gardener.  Dave rose and went to meet the figure.

They met half way to the forest.  The newcomer was shorter and
slimmer, clearly younger than Dave, with longer hair and a few minor
differences in shape, but otherwise much the same as Dave himself.  He
smiled, the same expression he used with the other creatures, and held
out his hands in a gesture of welcome.

"Hi," he said, "I'm Dave."

"Hi," the figure replied, "I'm Abby."

Dave was delighted!  Here was his new talking buddy!  Bully for the
Gardener!  Dave's grin lit up his whole face, and Abby returned it.

"Pleased to meet you, Dave," she said.  She looked across toward the
lake.  "This place is nice.  I'd love for you to show me around."

Many, many months passed and Dave took great comfort and delight in
showing Abby the wonders of the Garden.  Abby in turn took equal
delight in discovery, and equal delight in learning the names of the
trees and creatures of the Garden.  They discovered that they had
slightly different favourites in fruits, slightly different favourites
among the creatures, and they both found this highly amusing.  They
noticed, too, the differences between them: Dave, they decided, was a
Man, and older than Abby by some years.  Abby was a Girl, and while
they shared the same basic form, Dave was most definitely hairy in
some places, and had a dangly tube to wee from instead of a slit.  For
some reason this too struck them as faintly hilarious.  The hair on
Abby's head was longer than Dave's, and sometimes got tangled, but
they discovered a mutual sense of pleasure in Dave's combing and
untangling it for her of an evening.  They often slept curled up
together, like some of the creatures of the forest, and life was, in a
true sense of the word, Paradise.

But.

One day Dave had taken a stroll to the mountains in search of a
particular kind of eagle he loved to watch, and was returning to the
mossy bank by the lake which was their favourite place --- their
'home', as Abby called it.  The grasslands here rolled comfortably,
soft and springy beneath his feet, the hills never too steep, and Dave
was whistling softly to himself as he crested the rise.  Beginning his
gentle descent he noticed something that surely hadn't been there
before.  A splash of white off to the left, white and blue, shades
that seemed out of place in the Garden.  Curious.  Dave altered
course.

As he neared the new sight he was mildly astonished to realise it was
another figure, another person, like himself and Abby and the
Gardener.  The strange figure was clad in a long, baggy white garment
and some kind of baggy blue leg coverings that seemed in danger of
falling off.  At first he thought it might be the Gardener in a
radically different outfit, but no, this Stranger's skin was darker,
and he lacked the Gardener's grave politeness.  Dave waved as he
approached.  "Hi!" he called.  "Welcome to the Garden!"

The Stranger looked up, somewhat warily, then glanced around them,
before nodding at Dave.  "Hey, yo," he said.  "What you wantin'?  You
need to get well?  I can get you well, yo.  You need this."

He tossed Dave an apple.

Surprised, Dave caught it.  It was... an apple, just like the myriad
apples in the Garden, except red.  The apples in the Garden were
invariably green.

"Well, thank you," said Dave politely.

The Stranger looked around again, smiled, and spat a thin stream from
between his teeth.  "Yeah, whateva.  Pay me later, yo."  Dave looked
puzzled, and was about to ask the Stranger what 'pay' meant when the
white-clad figure turned abruptly and began to hurry away.  After a
few yards he stopped, turned, and threw a second apple back toward
Dave.  "Take this for yo ho, yo," he said with a leer, then hurried
off.  Dave caught it, bemused.

Well, it had been quite a hike down from the mountains and lunch had
been a while back.  Still puzzling slightly over the white-clad
Stranger Dave polished the apple a little on his chest and took a
bite.

Hmm.  Well, it looked like an apple but it sure tasted of something
else.  Something...  well, something *different*.  The apple tasted
like nothing Dave had eaten before in the Garden; somehow not 'fruity'
but... different.  Not unpleasant, not at all unpleasant.  Dave took
another bite.  No, not in the least unpleasant; really rather nice,
actually.  Really rather fantastically fabulous, actually!  Really,
really totally gorgeously lovely!

Dave stopped, feeling a little light-headed, a curious euphoria
buzzing inside him.  Whoa, strange!  The taste of the apple in his
mouth mingled with the curious whirling in his head in a kind of
dance, a strangely attractive dance.  The colours around him seemed to
glow and deepen... unless that was the westering sun.  Hmm, well,
better press on, he thought to himself.

Dave finished the remarkable apple just as he crested the last rise
and began striding down the gentle slope to the mossy bank by the
lake.  He could see Abby by the lake, bending over to watch the fish
as she often did.  She was standing, bent at the waist, hands on her
knees, legs braced apart on the soft moss of the lakeside.

Holy moley what a fabulous butt she had!

Dave stopped abruptly.  What?  The thought leapt unbidden into his
brain: Abby's bending over, naked, and she had a fabulous butt!
Dave stood, confused, watching Abby, trying to figure out what his
brain was telling him and...  Suddenly he became aware of his thing,
his dangly tube of a thing that he peed out of.  It seemed bigger; it
had grown a little, he felt sure, and an odd tingling sensation was
washing through that whole area.

Dave looked down at his thing, then up again.  The late afternoon sun
glowed on Abby's naked bottom, highlighting its narrow-hipped beauty,
its girlish perfection; highlighting the little glimpse of what lay
beneath it.  Dave's thing swelled again, thickening, hardening.  He
felt his --- his what?  His testicles!  That was the word!  A new
name, testicles! --- he felt his testicles tingle, as if something
were moving inside them.

Dave set off again toward Abby, his thing --- penis, was the name ---
his penis thickening and hardening and straightening all the while.
He drank in the vision of Abby bending over by the lake, her lean,
girlish body naked and beautiful in the sunshine, her pert
bottom just waiting to be...

To be WHAT?!

"Hi Dave!"  Abby straightened as she heard Dave approach.  "Did you
enjoy your walk?  Isn't it a lovely evening?  Say, have you done
something to your thing?  It looks kinda different."

"Yeah..." Dave replied, his eyes feasting on the gentle curves and
lines between Abby's legs, his penis now really rather engorged.
Heaven's above, he was all alone with a gorgeous, naked,
thirteen-year-old girl and he hadn't even noticed until now!  Boy, she
was totally rad, all lean girlishness and soft promise.  Oh, yes...
Oh yes indeedy do...

"You're not hurt, are you?" asked Abby in a concerned voice.  She
reached out a hand, cradling Dave's penis as she would an injured
creature from the forest.  Dave groaned.  "Oh, you poor thing!" cried
Abby.  "Is it really sore?"

"N....no," replied Dave through gritted teeth.  This flame-haired
young goddess had just grabbed his penis!  The aforementioned penis
throbbed and twitched in Abby's hand.  She looked at it curiously.

"Oo!  It moved!  I've never seen it like this before.  What did you do
to it?  And why are you stroking my bottom?  Do I have a leaf stuck to
it or something?"

The trembling fingers of Dave's right hand were caressing Abby's naked
bottom, her thigh, while she stood holding his hard penis.  A little
bead of moisture formed at its tip; Abby's finger absent-mindedly
brushed it away.  Dave groaned again.

Abby looked up into his eyes.  Oo.  Dave's eyes looked... different
somehow.  She hoped he wasn't ill.  Why was he stroking her between
her legs?  She let go of his penis as he stepped closer, pulling her
against his side.  He seemed to be trembling.  Dear me, perhaps he
really was unwell, fevered...

Abby caught his face in her hands.  "Are you sure you're OK?" she
asked.  Dave seemed to be trying to tickle her thing between her legs.
"Dave!" she called.  "Uh?"  Dave shook his head a little and looked
up, "Oh, er, yeah, er, no, er, what?"  Abby was about to repeat her
question a little louder when Dave smiled.

"Hey, yeah.  Look, have an apple."

The hand that wasn't trying to tickle her was holding out a bright red
apple.  Oo, red!  That was an interesting change.  Abby smiled at
Dave.  He really was a kind and thoughtful Person, if a little unlike
himself today; maybe a touch too much of the sun.  Abby took the apple
from Dave's (slightly trembling?) fingers and took a big bite.

Hey, that didn't taste of apple!  It tasted of... well, what?  Like
something unlike anything else.  Sort of sweet-not-sweet.  Not fruity;
a little more like nuts, perhaps?  Not unpleasant, though; by no means
unpleasant...

Dave held his breath as Abby munched the apple.  His penis was rigid
at the sight and feel of so much young, innocent flesh.  Abby's bottom
was cool and soft and delicately muscley at the same time; the
delicious-looking slit between her legs felt... oh, lordy lordy it
felt utterly fantastic.  Soft lips, opening into... into a garden of
possibilities.  Words, names buzzed in his brain as he watched Abby
take another bite: penis, testicles; vulva, vagina, clitoris;
fellatio, cunnilingus, intercourse.  New names for the glorious little
parts of Abby he now saw, really *saw* for the first time, new words
for new things to do with them...  Cock, balls; pussy, cunt, clitty;
suck, lick, fuck...

"Oh my!"

Abby dropped the apple.  She looked startled.  She looked up at Dave,
at the gleam in his eyes.  She looked down, at the erection of his
thing, his penis!  (His cock! her mind said.  His big, hard, fantastic
cock!)  She looked up again into Dave's eyes, and moaned softly.

Dave pulled her close, one hand on her buttock, the other between her
legs.  He pressed his lips to hers.  Oh my!  She felt her mouth
opening under his, her tongue seeking his, her hand reaching out to
touch, hold, squeeze his hard, fantastic cock.

Abby and Dave subsided on the mossy bank, kissing feverishly, hands
roaming over each others newly-awakened bodies.  Dave's fingers probed
and explored, caressing Abby's lips, wriggling between them, marveling
at the glorious feeling of her soft, young pussy.  She was wet,
getting wetter, but she wasn't peeing.  This was a different wetness,
a wetness that made his cock ache, leak a wetness of its own.  Gazing
into Abby's glowing eyes he raised his fingers to his mouth, fingers
fresh from her pussy, and licked.

The most glorious flavour he'd ever tasted burst upon his tongue.  Two
things flashed through his head: the apple! She tasted of the apple,
or maybe the apple had tasted of her; and. more, he had to have more.
He had to taste more, drink her sweet, new wetness.  He touched her
again, his finger slipping between her pussy lips.  She moved her
legs, opening her thighs for him.  His brought his finger back wet,
and raised it to her trembling lips.  She licked it, licking her own
sweet flavours from his shaking finger.  Something passed behind her
eyes, something wild, something feral.

Dave spun on the soft moss, his mouth seeking between Abby's thighs.
Her open legs welcomed him, her pussy glistening pinkly in
anticipation.  His face descended, hovering briefly above her,
smelling her scents, drinking in the beauty of her pussy... then he
kissed her, open-mouthed, his tongue entering between her sweet lips,
her juices sending electricity crackling through his brain.

And oh my heavens!  Something fabulously warm, gorgeous wet closed
around the end of his cock.  The sensation nearly made him swoon;
Abby's mouth, her lips, her tongue...  Oh, baby girl!  In a
half-delirium he sucked her pussy lips as she rolled her tongue around
and around the head of his cock.  He heard animal noises, grunts and
moans; his or hers he couldn't tell.  Both, probably.

Dave rolled onto his back, pulling Abby's glorious bottom with him.
Her sweet pussy hovered just above his face, her buttocks, her flanks
smooth and soft beneath his touch.  His cock was in her mouth, deep in
her mouth; the heat, the glorious sensation of his cock in her mouth
was sending rivulets of fire coursing through his balls.  Her thighs
trembled as her pulled her lower, drawing  her pussy and the small,
pink hole between her buttocks closer.  She was hot, wet,
blood-flushed, gloriously animal.  He licked avidly, his tongue firm,
his mouth open.  Her pussy.  Her hole, anus --- her asshole!  A
different flavour, a deep animal taste that stoked the fires in his
aching balls.

Deeper.  Oh, lord, deeper.  He probed between her pussy lips, forcing
his tongue into the hot glory of her cunt.  His thoughts blazed: my
tongue deep in your cunt, Abby, your gorgeous, wet little girl's cunt.
Abby's hips rocked, pressing, squashing her pussy down onto his mouth,
forcing his tongue deeper.  His own hips bucked involuntarily, his
cock sliding up and down in her hot, wet mouth.  Fuck her mouth! he
thought.  Lick her cunt!  Fuck her mouth!  Oh my lord...

His wriggling, probing tongue found the hard little nodule at the head
of her pussy, her aching little clit.  Furiously he tongued it, his
nose almost buried in her pussy, her wetness spreading across his
face.  She began to make noises, muffled by his cock but increasing in
volume, in intensity.  He felt something coming, some glorious thing
coming toward him at high speed...  Oh, two somethings!  Abby's, and
his! 

Oh my lord!  With a great shuddering yell Abby raised her head,
grinding her crotch into Dave's face.  She convulsed; her thighs
shook, her whole pussy quivered and a wave of wetness pulsed sweet
juice into his open mouth.  One hand clawing handfuls of moss, Abby
reached out, shaking, with the other to grab him once more, to steer
him into her mouth...

"Abby!  I'm...!"

At the first touch of her fingers Dave's cock exploded.  He felt a
massive release, a rushing, crashing intensity as his 'something'
arrived.  Abby held him tight and upright as fountains of thick, white
fluid splattered from his cock, covering her hand, her face, his
belly.  He jerked in her hand, each convulsion shooting gouts of the
stuff into the air.  Oh my sweet lord..!

Abby rolled to one side, looking wonderingly at Dave.  The thick white
fluid, a little like sluggish coconut milk, trickled down her face.
She caught some on a finger, tasted it.  A smile twitched her lips and
she licked the blob off.  "The apple!" she exclaimed.  "It tastes of
the apple!  Here, try it!"  She scooped another fingerful off her
cheek and held it out to him.  He sucked it off, his lips lingering
around her finger in a way that set her pulse racing again.

"Hmm, no," he mused.  "Not my apple.  Mine tasted of you."  Dave
reached out and cupped Abby between the legs, squishing his hand
around her wet pussy, a pussy still tingling with new-found feelings.
Smearing his fingers, he offered them to her as dessert.  She licked.
"Hmm," she said thoughtfully, scooping another fingerful of trickling
goo off her face and slurping it up.  "No, I prefer yours!"  With that
she bent her head and began licking up the slippery stuff from Dave's
belly.

She ignored the blobs in his pubic hair, but the mess on his penis had
to be dealt with.  Very soon, Dave's cock was swelling inside her
mouth again as she licked and sucked him clean...

She masturbated him slowly, he fingered her gently.  They lay there,
horny again, revelling in each others naked sexuality.  Dave's finger
delved into Abby's pussy, wriggling inside her in a way that made her
squirm and sent warm shivers through her whole body.  She in turn
rubbed her thumb across the tip of his cock, smearing the beads of
slippery fluid around in circles as they leaked out; Dave's whole
crotch crackled like a fire fanned by a soft sea breeze.

Steadily they worked each other up again, using nothing but fingers
and the occasional kiss, until Dave was hard, achingly hard, even
harder than before, and Abby was hot and wet and moaning softly.

"Fuck me, Dave," she murmured into his mouth.  "Your cock fits my
holes, that's what it's for.  Fuck my mouth, fuck my butt, fuck my
pussy.  Put your big, hard cock in my holes and fuck me."

And so, Dave fucked her.

She knelt before him and he slipped his cock between her soft, sweet
lips and fucked her mouth, rocking back and forth as she held him and
sucked the beads of (precum) moisture from him.  She experimented to
see how deep she could take him; both were delighted as she swallowed
him to the root, his balls slapping her chin, his cock halfway down
her throat.

Wet and slippery from Abby's throat, Dave had little trouble
penetrating her anus.  Abby trusted him, relaxed easily, let him
thrust into her from behind, crouched on her knees on the soft mossy
bank by the edge of the lake, the deep red of the sunset rippling on
her right hand, Dave's hot, hard-soft penis buried deep in her butt.
Dave held her hips and stroked slow, gentle, deep.  Again his balls
slapped against her; her buttocks this time, as he buried his cock to
the root in her hot, tight asshole.

The pressure squeezing his cock when she came again was fabulously
immense.  The glorious sight of her lithe young body shuddering in the
twilight, impaled upon his cock, was Paradise indeed.

For the final act, Dave lay down, his cock pointing heavenwards, and
Abby straddled him.  Her hands braced on his chest, she covered the
tip of his penis with the hot, wet lips of her pussy and lowered
herself slowly.  Each of them yelled aloud as the sensation filled
them in different ways; little by little Dave's cock vanished between
Abby's stretched pussy lips until it was buried, to the root, in her
tight, tight cunt.

And so, they fucked.  Like demons.

Abby bucked, twisted, ground her crotch down; the sensation of
'fullness' sent waves crashing through her whole body.  She came once,
twice, possibly more --- a long, single orgasm of utter fulfillment.
Dave thrust up, down, his hips ramming his cock again and again into
the fabulous tight heat of this glorious little girl.  His cock
seemed to swell further, swell to fill her and more than fill her,
swell so it would never come out until...

Until...

With a long, animal cry Abby came again.  With a yell of her name on
his lips Dave shuddered and came, his cock gouting thick cum deep,
deep inside his gorgeous little lover.

"Oh fucking hell!  Abbyyyyy!"

"Unhhhhh-Davvvvvv-unnhhhhhhhh!"

Again and again, spurting cum, pulsing orgasm, spasming, convulsing,
filling their whole world with glorious beauty...

Dawn found them curled around each other, tired, dishevelled, reeking
of sex after fucking all night.  All through the star-bright night
they'd experimented: fingers, toes, feet, hands, thighs, butts,
armpits, mouths, tongues, anuses, penis and vagina.  In the cooler
early hours they had drifted off to sleep, totally, as it were,
fucked.

The voice awoke them both at the same time.

"Madam, sir," said the Gardener in a level tone, "I'm afraid I shall
have to ask you to leave."

It took a while.  Dave protested mightily, Abby cried a little; the
Gardener was unmovable.  His tone remained calm and level, but his
disapproval showed plain on his normally urbane features.
Disapproval, and a hint of sadness.  The door, he informed them, was
this way.

Reluctantly Abby and Dave followed the Gardener to a door down by the
lake.  It hadn't, of course, been there before.  Polite but firm,
he held it open.  Awestruck, fearful, they stepped through.

The forest beyond didn't smell the same as the Garden had; it's
underlying scent seemed baser somehow.  The trees seemed less alive,
greyer.  It was raining, a thin drizzle.  Abby shivered.  Dave hugged
her, looked up at the sky.

He shrugged.

"Fuck it," he said.  "I'm so tired of fruit and nuts.  Let's kill a
cow, get a steak.  Then find somewhere to fuck for the rest of the
day."



  
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