Eva 5 - The Book
Eva spent the next day off from school studying the book Miho had given her. It wasn't the sort of book that could be flipped through. Each page could be focused on for several minutes, fifteen minutes, even an hour or more. Eva got out a magnifying glass. While most book pictures were composed of tiny dots making up a full image, the photos in this book were different. Magnifying a rope offered detail of each strand in the rope - and each thread in a strand.
The colors, and shapes in each picture played a role in the full story. It was as though Eva was discovering a new language, a new meaning.
One photo showed Miho collared, eyes closed, breasts flattened and secured between two bamboo rods. Her smile was still there, but the smile also showed an element of agony. Several whipmarks graced her inner thighs. A cock was inside her pussy. Was it going in, or coming out? Was the sun setting, or rising? Eva concentrated on the photo and could hear the music coming from it. She could smell the scent of the sweat and pleasure and fear. A potent feeling grew in Eva like a wave, and hit hard.
To say Eva had 'an orgasm' would be comparing a light breeze to a hurricane. The feeling was potent, long, and hit Eva on several levels. The orgasm was not only physical, but emotional and spiritual. Eva felt drained, but also cleansed, and refreshed. It was as though a wall had come down, a barricade had been broken.
Eva looked back at the photo, and saw something new. There was a different glow coming from Miho's image. Eva could see the woman inside, the sex, the strength, the past. It only made the picture more beautiful.
The walk to school was a revelation for Eva. It was as though each person had a glow, or an aura. Eva hadn't seen it before. It was only there if Eva looked for it, but it was there.
A woman going out for her newspaper showed an airy pink shade. It was as though she was happy, but not fully awake. A policeman drove by. His shade was blue, but with hard edges. A young girl playing in the park had a color not fully developed, but the tone was happy. A small spark would 'pop' from the girl with a giggle or smile.
The school hallways were like an art gallery. The boys seemed to have a light blue color, which grew a deeper shade around their crotches. The girls seemed to have more variety in their shades, and varying depth. It was as though they were going through differing phases of sexual desire. The colors were not constant. Eva watched as one boy glanced at the bottom of another boy bending over, and a different color broke in. The boy was excited by seeing another boy. Everyone seemed to have different degrees of attraction to either sex.
Wadeen was right, most all of the boys were perpetually horny. Some had harder edges, some radiated more. Eva saw a boy and girl holding hands, the boy radiating. The girl was smiling, but her glow showed something different - she would have rather been with a girl.
Kathy Bennett, one of the school sluts, walked by. Her aura had a shade that was light and dark, with painful looking cracks - it was as though somewhere deep, she was broken, or fractured. it hit Eva. Kathy had been abused at some time. Eva felt sorry for her, and wanted to help her.
The first period class was English. The teacher, Miss Derkins, was an older woman, and had almost no glow at all. Eva almost wanted to laugh, but held back. Miss Derkins was almost sexless, right down to the spot between her legs.
Eva shifted her focus to the schooling at hand. Her lessons in how to study from Wadeen were important, and learning anything was almost like free power. Eva sensed her ability to concentrate had improved.
Harold was already in his seat by fourth period when Eva walked in. Harold's glow grew stronger when he saw her. A spark or two radiated from him when he smiled, and several more sparks when Eva smiled back. Harold radiated nicely - few hard edges. Did this mean he was submissive? Eva could also detect some of the shades she had seen when she'd witnessed the boy getting excited at the other boy's bottom. Eventually, she'd have Harold sucking another boy's cock.
After school, Eva and Harold walked to his house - it was a Tuesday playday. Harold could hardly stop talking. Eva felt no need to mention the party, Miho, the book, or even the colors. Harold's color was deepening as his excitement grew, and they got closer to his home.
"Strip, Harold." Eva said, closing the door to Harold's room. Harold obeyed, his boner aiming upwards. "Hands behind you, and rub that boner on the wall. Fuck the wall for me, boner boy."
Harold leaned against the wall, and began moving up and down. "Knees wider." Eva ordered. She could watch his shades and glow radiate more and more as she spoke. Squat more. Point your toes out. Hands behind your back. Kiss the wall. Harold obeyed each order, more sparks. Eva smiled as his balls wiggled helplessly.
"Back up, Harold." Eva said. Harold backed away from the wall, a damp spot where his cock had been rubbing. "Want me to rub that hard boner? Does the boy need to squirt?" Harold could only nod. His color intensified. Eva sat down on the chair. "Lay over my lap. Face up." Eva whispered. Harold obeyed, carefully laying back, helpless. His cock was throbbing.
Eva began to rub Harold's cock with one finger, right below the head. The most sensitive part. She whispered about big tits, and nipples needing to be sucked. One finger. Eva watched as the aura of Harold's cock grew darker and darker. "Nice, nice boner..." Eva spoke as though she was talking to a puppy. "Pretty boner... I liked that pretty dildo in your mouth, Harold." Harold gulped. The position wasn't comfortable, but it felt good looking up at Eva as she looked down. "Just imagine a real boner, right in your mouth. A nice, hard boy boner in Harold's mouth."
Harold spasmed. Eva watched as his colors flashed, like lightning bolts or a strobe light. A wad of jizz burst from Harold's cock, made an arc over his chest, and downward to his face. The first shot landed on his chin, and dripped down to his lower lip. The second blast went into Harold's mouth as he raised his head and gasped, with a few drops landing on his nose. Eva smiled. She pressed down harder. A final blast landed like a single strand, a crescent along his hairless chest. Eva had literally made Harold come with one finger.
Eva went home, continuing to observe people and their shades. One young girl from school met her, and Eva was surprised at the depth of her color, a magenta which was still developing. She would be a strong one, Eva thought. The colors didn't behave as they would in the art world, as yellows and blues didn't always mix to make green. There were other new colors, colors which couldn't be seen by the human eye. But Eva could see them. And they were coming into sharper focus.
As Eva got ready for bed, she paused for a look in her mirror. Just a few days ago, she'd seen a fat, ugly girl with pimples and one tit bigger than the other. As Eva looked now, she could see a deep red, shifting to blues, and light. She remembered Miho's words: "Your fire glows in a rare color." She understood now. Eva could fire off a spark, or even produce something like smoke. She gave off rainbows, like pictures she had seen of the northern lights. Eva thought of Harold's boner, the men tied by Miho, Wadeen's face, wet with her own pussy juices.
The radiation grew, and lit the room.
Eva could control it.
The colors, and shapes in each picture played a role in the full story. It was as though Eva was discovering a new language, a new meaning.
One photo showed Miho collared, eyes closed, breasts flattened and secured between two bamboo rods. Her smile was still there, but the smile also showed an element of agony. Several whipmarks graced her inner thighs. A cock was inside her pussy. Was it going in, or coming out? Was the sun setting, or rising? Eva concentrated on the photo and could hear the music coming from it. She could smell the scent of the sweat and pleasure and fear. A potent feeling grew in Eva like a wave, and hit hard.
To say Eva had 'an orgasm' would be comparing a light breeze to a hurricane. The feeling was potent, long, and hit Eva on several levels. The orgasm was not only physical, but emotional and spiritual. Eva felt drained, but also cleansed, and refreshed. It was as though a wall had come down, a barricade had been broken.
Eva looked back at the photo, and saw something new. There was a different glow coming from Miho's image. Eva could see the woman inside, the sex, the strength, the past. It only made the picture more beautiful.
The walk to school was a revelation for Eva. It was as though each person had a glow, or an aura. Eva hadn't seen it before. It was only there if Eva looked for it, but it was there.
A woman going out for her newspaper showed an airy pink shade. It was as though she was happy, but not fully awake. A policeman drove by. His shade was blue, but with hard edges. A young girl playing in the park had a color not fully developed, but the tone was happy. A small spark would 'pop' from the girl with a giggle or smile.
The school hallways were like an art gallery. The boys seemed to have a light blue color, which grew a deeper shade around their crotches. The girls seemed to have more variety in their shades, and varying depth. It was as though they were going through differing phases of sexual desire. The colors were not constant. Eva watched as one boy glanced at the bottom of another boy bending over, and a different color broke in. The boy was excited by seeing another boy. Everyone seemed to have different degrees of attraction to either sex.
Wadeen was right, most all of the boys were perpetually horny. Some had harder edges, some radiated more. Eva saw a boy and girl holding hands, the boy radiating. The girl was smiling, but her glow showed something different - she would have rather been with a girl.
Kathy Bennett, one of the school sluts, walked by. Her aura had a shade that was light and dark, with painful looking cracks - it was as though somewhere deep, she was broken, or fractured. it hit Eva. Kathy had been abused at some time. Eva felt sorry for her, and wanted to help her.
The first period class was English. The teacher, Miss Derkins, was an older woman, and had almost no glow at all. Eva almost wanted to laugh, but held back. Miss Derkins was almost sexless, right down to the spot between her legs.
Eva shifted her focus to the schooling at hand. Her lessons in how to study from Wadeen were important, and learning anything was almost like free power. Eva sensed her ability to concentrate had improved.
Harold was already in his seat by fourth period when Eva walked in. Harold's glow grew stronger when he saw her. A spark or two radiated from him when he smiled, and several more sparks when Eva smiled back. Harold radiated nicely - few hard edges. Did this mean he was submissive? Eva could also detect some of the shades she had seen when she'd witnessed the boy getting excited at the other boy's bottom. Eventually, she'd have Harold sucking another boy's cock.
After school, Eva and Harold walked to his house - it was a Tuesday playday. Harold could hardly stop talking. Eva felt no need to mention the party, Miho, the book, or even the colors. Harold's color was deepening as his excitement grew, and they got closer to his home.
"Strip, Harold." Eva said, closing the door to Harold's room. Harold obeyed, his boner aiming upwards. "Hands behind you, and rub that boner on the wall. Fuck the wall for me, boner boy."
Harold leaned against the wall, and began moving up and down. "Knees wider." Eva ordered. She could watch his shades and glow radiate more and more as she spoke. Squat more. Point your toes out. Hands behind your back. Kiss the wall. Harold obeyed each order, more sparks. Eva smiled as his balls wiggled helplessly.
"Back up, Harold." Eva said. Harold backed away from the wall, a damp spot where his cock had been rubbing. "Want me to rub that hard boner? Does the boy need to squirt?" Harold could only nod. His color intensified. Eva sat down on the chair. "Lay over my lap. Face up." Eva whispered. Harold obeyed, carefully laying back, helpless. His cock was throbbing.
Eva began to rub Harold's cock with one finger, right below the head. The most sensitive part. She whispered about big tits, and nipples needing to be sucked. One finger. Eva watched as the aura of Harold's cock grew darker and darker. "Nice, nice boner..." Eva spoke as though she was talking to a puppy. "Pretty boner... I liked that pretty dildo in your mouth, Harold." Harold gulped. The position wasn't comfortable, but it felt good looking up at Eva as she looked down. "Just imagine a real boner, right in your mouth. A nice, hard boy boner in Harold's mouth."
Harold spasmed. Eva watched as his colors flashed, like lightning bolts or a strobe light. A wad of jizz burst from Harold's cock, made an arc over his chest, and downward to his face. The first shot landed on his chin, and dripped down to his lower lip. The second blast went into Harold's mouth as he raised his head and gasped, with a few drops landing on his nose. Eva smiled. She pressed down harder. A final blast landed like a single strand, a crescent along his hairless chest. Eva had literally made Harold come with one finger.
Eva went home, continuing to observe people and their shades. One young girl from school met her, and Eva was surprised at the depth of her color, a magenta which was still developing. She would be a strong one, Eva thought. The colors didn't behave as they would in the art world, as yellows and blues didn't always mix to make green. There were other new colors, colors which couldn't be seen by the human eye. But Eva could see them. And they were coming into sharper focus.
As Eva got ready for bed, she paused for a look in her mirror. Just a few days ago, she'd seen a fat, ugly girl with pimples and one tit bigger than the other. As Eva looked now, she could see a deep red, shifting to blues, and light. She remembered Miho's words: "Your fire glows in a rare color." She understood now. Eva could fire off a spark, or even produce something like smoke. She gave off rainbows, like pictures she had seen of the northern lights. Eva thought of Harold's boner, the men tied by Miho, Wadeen's face, wet with her own pussy juices.
The radiation grew, and lit the room.
Eva could control it.
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