Eden Valley

Until I graduated from college, my life was pretty normal, maybe even a little dull. I did fairly well in school, was athletically competent, and had my fair share of sexual encounters with coeds. I had planned to graduate with my degree in architectural engineering and get a job at a firm in the city like just about everyone else. Those were my plans… until I got the news that my aunt had died.

My Aunt Emily was my mother’s younger sister and being beautiful, funny, and exciting, she was always one of my favorite relatives. She used to live with us until she moved away, somewhat mysteriously, when I was 16. She moved to the mountains of Colorado and opened a photography studio in a private community called Eden Valley. We rarely heard from her after that but whenever she called, she seemed as though she was enjoying herself. At any rate, the week after I graduated college, we got the news that she had died in a boating accident. A week after the funeral, her lawyer informed me that she had left her photography studio and house to me. He provided me with a letter from my aunt and let me know that my aunt had asked that I read it.

The envelope with the letter contained a pass card to Eden Valley and read:

“Sam, if you are reading this then something must have happened to me and you are the new owner of the Vista Visions photo studio and a house in Eden Valley. Before you decide what to do with them, I would like you to take a trip to Eden Valley and live there for a month or so. Eden Valley is a very special place, more special than you can possibly imagine and you will need to live there for some time to understand what I mean. After you have been there for a month, you can decide what to do with the house and studio. I expect you will want to stay, but that will be up to you. Before you leave, be aware that Eden Valley is a private community and has some rules that you will need to follow:

1. No children – no one under the age of 18 is to be admitted
2. Privacy is important – no information is to be shared about the community or its members without the express permission of the community as a whole
3. Visitors must be approved by the community before entry
4. Clothing is not required unless otherwise posted
5. Be open – an open mind is important to enjoying the Eden Valley community and the varied experiences it has to offer

The letter left me a bit confused but very intrigued. I was still grieving over the loss of my aunt but excited to see what was in store for me in Eden Valley. I didn’t have any job prospects lined up, so I booked a plane ticket, packed my bags, said goodbye to my parents and sister, and I was on my way. I can’t tell you exactly where the community is, but it took a lengthy car ride to get there after I landed at a little airport called Stevens Field. There was only one road into Eden Valley, and it was a long, heavily forested road off the beaten path that led into a deep, beautiful valley in the mountains. At the end of the road was a walled, and gated community with an electronic kiosk at the entrance. I approached the kiosk and pushed the single available button. An attractive blonde appeared on the screen and asked, “Good afternoon, how can I help you?”

I let her know who I was and held my pass up to the camera. She smiled and said invitingly, “Well, come on in. We’ve been waiting for you, Sam. My name is Cheryl. Just pull straight ahead once the gate opens and I’ll come out and meet you at the first building on the left.”

Sure enough, the gate swung open and pulled forward and down a slight incline into the town. The mountains rose steeply on either side, with a quaint little town nestled between them like something from a Swiss postcard. The first building on the left appeared to be something of a combination town hall and post office, and Cheryl was coming out the door to meet me as promised. If she looked beautiful on camera, she looked incredible in person. About 5’ 6” and probably in her late 20s, she was wearing a short, pleated skirt, almost like a tennis player would wear only slightly longer, and a buttoned blouse with several of the top buttons undone, covered with a light V-neck sweater. Her slightly curled blonde hair fit her face perfectly and she had long, tanned, and toned legs. From the bounce and sway of her moderately sized breasts, she didn’t appear to be wearing a bra. I rolled down my window as she approached and she leaned over, resting her elbows on the open window frame. Once she leaned over, she had enough buttons undone on her blouse that I could tell for sure she wasn’t wearing a bra and there was a hint of areola visible. Once she spoke to me again, I realized I was staring. She didn’t seem to mind as she pointed to a couple of parking spots on the side of the building and said, “Park right over there, come on inside, and I’ll give you a little orientation about our community.”

I parked the car as I watched her bounce away, mesmerized by her breasts and thought I saw, or imagined that I saw, a hint of her ass cheek as the breeze lifted her dress while she headed back into the building. I had the distinct impression that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath her little pleated skirt. Parking quickly, I followed her inside, ready for any kind of orientation she was willing to give. Inside the building, there was a reception desk on the left and a waiting room on the right with a TV and a sofa. Cheryl guided me to the sofa and asked me to sit down. “I’m so sorry about your Aunt Emily. We all loved her. We hope that you'll feel welcome here and will want to stay with us, but Eden Valley is a very unusual community and we have a short video that will help explain. We've found that it helps reduce confusion and misunderstandings for newcomers, although we do strictly limit who is invited. You’ll understand why after watching the video. Here's a bottle of water you can drink while you relax. Just let me know when you’re done. I’ll be over at reception,” she said with a smile, handing me a bottle of Eden Valley Spring Water, and then bounced out the door and headed to her desk.

I absentmindedly began to drink the water as the video began and some cartoon characters explained the history and dynamics of Eden Valley. To summarize – Eden Valley was established in the early 1920s and sits in a valley between the mountains of Colorado. There is a lake, Lake Harmony, next to the town which is filled with runoff from the mountains as well as some natural underground springs beneath the lake and is used as the town’s reservoir. The founders of the town, a group that called themselves The Seekers of Light, were a quasi-religious group seeking freedom from persecution and a place where they could live as they saw fit. Not long after establishing the town that would become Eden Valley, The Seekers of Light began to notice changes in behavior that would later be attributed to the peculiar properties of the water in Lake Harmony. Some combination of the minerals in the runoff water and the mineral and chemical compounds emitted from the underground springs had created a drinking supply which caused a profound impact on the behavior of the townspeople and changed the future of Eden Valley forever. The water had the effect of reducing sickness, dramatically increasing libido, and decreasing inhibitions. Apparently, the water also functioned as a natural birth control agent since no woman in the town had become pregnant in almost 100 years and there wasn't a single recorded case of a sexually transmitted disease in the town. The behaviors driven by the consumption of the water dictated a much different culture in the town than anywhere else, and the residents of the town had found it necessary to build an essentially freeuse society, where sex with anyone was a possibility at any time. This was the main reason for the strict limitations on guests and visitors and it meant those living in the town also found it difficult to acclimate to the outside world and rarely left. The video explained that the first time an individual drank the water, there were immediate effects on their libido and inhibitions which wore off rather quickly and then it took 3-5 days of living in the town for the changes from the water to gradually become permanent, after which open sexual behaviors would seem normal, would become fundamental and necessary to daily life. At the end of the orientation video, a set of town guidelines was presented, the first three of which I was already familiar with:

1. No children – no one under the age of 18 is to be admitted
2. Privacy is important – no information is to be shared about the community or its members without the express permission of the community as a whole
3. Visitors must be approved by the community before entry
4. Sex is permissible at any time, anywhere, with anyone as long as all parties involved consent and there are no safety concerns (sex while driving is not recommended)
5. While marriages and partnerships are allowed and encouraged, monogamous relationships are discouraged and impractical
6. Sexual contact between family members, while not encouraged, is considered normal and practically unavoidable

I have to admit, I was having a hard time getting my mind wrapped around a freeuse society, although the possibilities were very exciting. Of course, I was already imagining what it would be like to fuck Cheryl, while the outfit she was wearing, particularly the things she wasn’t wearing, began to make more sense. I could feel my cock begin to stiffen immediately as I thought about it and my surprisingly stiff hardon made it difficult to get up from the couch as I awkwardly approached her at the reception desk. It was then that I remembered the bottle of water and realized everything in the video was real. When I walked up to her, I could see that she had her hand under her skirt, absentmindedly stroking her own pussy. Once she noticed me, she looked up and smiled, slowly pulling her hand out from under her skirt and licking her fingers. “Hi Sam, what did you think of the orientation?” she asked.

“It was amazing. I’m still a little overwhelmed, but I think that I am going to like it here a lot,” I said.

“I have no doubt that you'll fit right in. Would you like me to complete the orientation for you now?” she asked with a gleam in her eye.

I smiled back and without waiting for me to respond verbally she walked around the desk, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, dropped to her knees, and engulfed my rock hard cock with her warm, wet mouth. My cock is about average length and a little thicker than most. Once she got it wet, she swallowed it whole and I could feel it in the back of her throat while she licked the bottom off my shaft. She was highly skilled, very practiced, and I was getting the best blowjob of my entire life. I wish I could say that I held out like a stud, but the experience was so intense that I blew a huge load straight down her throat after just a few minutes.

“Mmmmm. Thank you. That was nice. I was getting pretty bored at my desk today, and I really needed that,” she said as she licked her lips and wiped the accumulated saliva from her mouth. There wasn’t a drop of cum to clean up because she had swallowed every last bit of it.

“No. Thank you! That was incredible, easily the best orientation I’ve ever had,” I responded as I zipped my pants and tried to recover.

“Sweety, that’s just the beginning. It’ll take you a little while, but you'll get used to this place soon. Speaking of which, would you like another water?”

“Absolutely. I’m parched,” I replied, realizing that I was actually thirsty after the load I had just released into her willing mouth.

Cheryl handed me a bottle of water and I gulped it down, hungrily. It tasted great, like perfectly pure water, only with a little something indiscernible, yet undeniably extra. I’m probably imagining things, but I thought I could feel a little tingle as I drank it.

“Ok, Sam. Let’s get you on your way. You’ll want to head down the street and turn left here. Your house and photo studio are here on the corner of Main and Light Streets. Here are your house keys which include a garage door opener,” she said pointing out the location on a map of the town as she handed over the keys and the map.

“Thanks again,” I replied as I turned and headed out the door with a huge smile plastered across my face, looking forward to more adventures.

Author's note: I made a few minor changes to the way the spring water affects people in order to better explain some current behaviors and to better support plot elements I have planned for future chapters.