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The Hunger Ch. 01

By: CorsetLvr



'Oh my gosh, I can't believe I'm doing this,' I thought as another flash of excitement flashed through my body. I had never been so excited... and so nervous in my entire life. 

I was driving to meet a couple for a weekend of pure unadulterated sex. It was to be a weekend of sexual exploration, mainly for me. Let me back up and explain how I had gotten to this point.

First, let me tell you a little about myself. I'm Kim, a 32 year old successful "career woman," meaning I am single. Its not that I don't have a social life but I had just never found Mr. Right that lit the fire within me. I'm a petite 4'11", 98 lbs., 32B-22-32, size 0. I have long, straight dark hair that reaches the middle of my back and large, brown, expressive eyes. I've never thought of myself as beautiful but I admit that I don't have any problem attracting the attention of men, or a few women for that matter. My body is extremely fit from my habit of almost daily aerobics and swimming workouts.

Overall, I'd have to say that I am very happy with my life. My career is progressing well. As a matter of fact, I just got a major promotion. I have an active social life and don't lack for friends, both male and female. I have no problem meeting men and while I don't date a lot, I'm able to meet enough men to keep my social schedule as full as I like. I've had more than a few lovers over the years.

So, you may ask, where's the problem? Well... to be honest, the problem lies in the fact that my sex life is boring. It's just my fantasy life is far more exciting than the reality of what is taking place between my sheets. It's not that I don't find the partners that have shared a bed with me satisfying. I usually cum easily and frequently with most of the men I have chosen to have sex with. I've had my share of long term relationships as well as the occasional one night stand, and everything else in between.

The problem is in my fantasy life and the difference between it and the reality of my sex life. The two seem to be at extremes to each other. I have analyzed this dichotomy in my mind many times. I have learned to be honest with myself in this analysis. A large part of the problem is that I tend to be somewhat passive in bed, and perhaps the men I have met just weren't able to bring out the sexual tigress that is bottled up inside me. Perhaps, I thought, my petite size made my lovers feel that I was somewhat delicate while I felt an increasing need for sex on the rough side. It also seemed that most of the men I met seemed to follow a sort of sexual script that was more than a little on the vanilla-ish. A little making out, a little oral foreplay, and then followed by a session of fucking in the missionary position. I almost felt like I was caught in the doldrums of married sex as described by my married girlfriends. Perhaps, and most importantly, I am able to admit to myself that I am more than a little inadequate when it comes communicating my sexual desires to lovers. 

My fantasies, on the other hand, were filled with images of hot, passionate, extended sex that left me exhausted and satisfied in way I could only dream of. I admit that reading erotic stories online had had a huge impact on my fantasies. I have found that my consumption of online erotica had grown over the years. Not only had the volume grown, but what I considered my favorite topics had changed as well. I found myself being increasingly drawn to more extreme and "edgy" topics. As time has gone on, my bookmark folders began to fill with group, anal, lesbian, and even BDSM stories. To a large extent, my bookmarks were a mirror image of my fantasy life. 

Increasingly, I found myself becoming attracted to other women. I caught myself checking out other women in public with a growing appreciation for the female form. While surfing the net I would catch myself staring intently at porn sites, especially those dedicated to lesbian sex. My masturbatory orgasms were often accompanied by fantasies of lesbian or bisexual encounters. 

The result of these changes in my sexuality was what I have come to call "the hunger." I wasn't sure what I wanted, but I wanted more... more sex, more new experiences, more exploration. The hunger had become the driving force in my personal life. I had myself becoming less interested in dating, more reclusive, and spending more time on the net surfing porn and erotica sites.

It was during one of these online sessions that I found myself on a swinger contact website. On a whim, I signed up for a membership and filled out a profile, including a swim suit picture of myself. I was somewhat amazed at the volume of emails I received when I checked the website a few days later. I felt a thrill when I logged on and saw the indication on the home page that I had mail waiting. There were a total of 23 emails in the inbox. The thrill was quickly muted when I started reading the emails and the associated profiles. Most were from single or married men that I generally labeled as "HNGs" – horny net geeks. I'm not sure what I was looking for but these guys weren't it. I wasn't interested in a one night stand with some guy that was only looking for an easy fuck. 

There were a few emails from couples and I had to stop and consider whether I was interested in a couple. I quickly came to the conclusion that it was a possibility I was open to. I saved the emails from couples for last. After I rejected and deleted all of emails from men I turned to the couple's emails. 

I considered a few but I found one reason or another to reject them as well. Some were from obvious newbies to the swinging lifestyle. Others seemed to be from the male partner that was more interested in fulfilling his own fantasies than the desires of his partner. Some were just not physically attractive to me. I got to the final email and opened it. My optimism was at a low point. The email was obviously from the female partner, which I found refreshing. She, Sharon was her name, seemed genuine and for some reason I liked what she said. I opened their profile and my interest grew. 

I was inspected their pictures, especially their nudes, and found myself physically attracted to both of them. They were lived in a nearby city. I read the details of their profile. She was bisexual and he straight... so far, so good. The essay part of their profile was eloquent and well stated. They were obviously a committed couple that was looking for more in their lives than a monogamous relationship could offer. I could certainly understand that. Their sexual interests and experiences closely matched my own. I quickly fired off a response to their email and included my private email and yahoo chat address.

Later that evening my yahoo chat lit up with a message from someone I didn't recognize. I quickly found it was Sharon. We had a nice chat and I found that I liked her more and more. She seemed to be everything I had thought, based on her initial email. It was late when we said our goodnights but we agreed to meet online the following night for another chat.

Over the following week we talked almost every night. We shared a few phone conversations as well, during which I also talked to her husband. My interest and attraction to them, and especially Sharon, grew as time went on. I found myself growing aroused and anticipating the time we agreed to meet online. Over time I grew to become more comfortable with Sharon and this allowed me to open up to her. Our conversations included our sexual experiences, likes, dislikes, interests, and fantasies. She shared the details of a few of their swinging experiences and I always found myself aroused by them and often masturbating in my bed afterwards while imagining myself in the scenarios she had just described.

From the beginning, Sharon had emphasized that they were happy to take things at my own pace. I was growing more anxious to finally meet them and hopefully play. After conversing with Sharon and Jim for about a week and half I brought it up. She seemed very happy that I was ready to meet them. We compared schedules and agreed on a weekend 10 days later. They live about an hour's drive away and I would travel to them. The plan was for us to meet for dinner and if anyone was agreed, we would go to their home. I was happy about that since it would give me an out in the event that our chemistry in person what I felt online and on the phone. I didn't think that was likely, but was relieved that they gave me an opportunity to do so.

My thoughts, in and out of bed, were filled with images of the upcoming weekend. It was an exciting and frustrating week and half for me. I often found myself sitting in front of the computer, staring at the pictures on their profile, or some others that Sharon had emailed me, with my fingers buried in my panties. Bedtime was even worse. I usually masturbated myself to sleep, fantasizing about Jim's cock filling one or more of my orifices or my face buried in Sharon's pussy, or more likely, a combination of both.

My hunger had increased to an almost unbearable level. The batteries on my trusty vibrator had to be replaced a few times. In addition, the tempo of my chats with Sharon picked up. The topics were increasingly heated. We found ourselves rushing through the obligatory social parts of the early part of our chats to get to the more explicit parts of our conversation. 

I spent the better part of the weekend before our scheduled meeting shopping for the perfect dress, accessories, and lingerie. My strategy was simply to "dress to impress" as well to make a statement about myself as a sexual person. I wanted to make a good impression as well as feel good about myself when we met. Sharon and I had even done some online window shopping at a few of her favorite lingerie websites. Because of this I had a good idea of what she liked and found attractive. A few comments she had made about Jim's preferences, especially about his tastes in lingerie had helped in that regard as well.

So... there I was, on the way to a weekend of lust, passion, and fantasy fulfillment. I took the day off from work and spent most of the mourning primping and getting ready. I shaved my pubes and now had a narrow "landing strip" adorning my pussy. I had applied my makeup a little more heavily than normal, going for more of a sultry, sexy look rather than the wholesome or professional look I normally tried to display. I love the way that my silk G-string caressed my crotch. The softness of the fabric wasn't the only thing I felt down there. My pussy was already leaking and my labia were swollen. If that wasn't enough, I could feel my rock hard nipples pressing against the thin silk of the matching bra I was wearing. I could also feel the caress of the lace top stockings as I moved my legs. The straps of the lace garter belt, that they were attached to, pressed into the cheeks of my ass. On top of it all I wore a short, black silk wraparound dress that promised accessibility. I had also bought a pair of 4 inch "fuck me" pumps. 

I had gone for a look of raw but sophisticated sensuality. I was happy with the way it had all come together but more importantly I was turned on by the way it made me feel about myself. I had never blatantly expressed my sexuality as I was now doing. I decided that it was something I would do again. It was if my outward appearance was a catalyst for my own feeling about my sexuality. I felt freer of the inhibitions that had suppressed my sexuality for so long. I giggled to myself as the term "sexual epiphany" went through my mind.

I struggled to concentrate on the traffic and my driving as these thoughts went through my head. My reflections on my own sexuality were not the only things filling my brain. Images of the upcoming events also swirled through my mind. I tried to analyze my attitude and emotions towards what I was about to experience. The excitement I felt, as evidenced by my pussy and nipples, was more than tangible. Was I nervous? Yes, but not in a scared sort of way. I was more anxious about living up to the expectations of my new lovers. The element of newness and exploring the unknown contributed to it as well.

Before I knew it, I was looking for my exit and following the directions I had printed out to the restaurant. My anxiety and excitement grew as I got closer to my destination. Only moments after exiting the freeway I was pulling into the parking lot of the restaurant. I checked the car's clock and saw that I was 10 minutes early. I took a few minutes to check my hair and touch up my makeup. I gathered myself for a minute, trying to calm my wildly beating heart. 

I slid my nylon covered legs from the car and straightened my dress, smoothing out the wrinkles. Unaccustomed to wearing heels that high I teetered inside the restaurant and quickly found the ladies room, needing to relieve the pressure in my bladder after my drive. As I sat on the toilet I was glad I had the presence of mind to put my thong on over the garter belt so that I didn't have to unhook my stockings. As I patted myself dry I chuckled as I noted that I was damp with more fluids than those produced by my trip to the bathroom. 

I once again checked my hair and makeup and straightened my dress. Pleased with my appearance I went to find my potential new lovers. I spotted them seconds after entering the restaurant's bar. I was happy to note that they looked very much like their pictures. 

Jim rose when I approached their table. He gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek and then held my chair for me. I sat down and Sharon leaned over and kissed me as well. Her kiss was on the lips, but because we were in public it was just a quick peck. After the obligatory greetings we ordered a drink and Jim went to check on a table.

"I'm happy to say that you look better in person than your pictures on your profile," Sharon said.

"Yea, I was thinking the same thing about the two of you," I replied, smiling.

"We've been really looking forward to meeting you," she said.

"I've been pretty excited about meeting you as well, but I have to admit I am more than a little nervous. This is pretty new to me."

"That's OK sweetie, I remember my first time and I was very nervous. I've been there. Just try to relax and remember there is no pressure. If all we do is meet and get to know one another tonight that will be fine with us. We don't go into one of these meeting with any preconceived commitments. If you aren't up to playing tonight, that's fine. We'll just consider it an enjoyable evening spent with a lovely new friend," she said, smiling radiantly at me.

I sat quietly for a minute, reflecting on what Sharon had said while taking a good look at her. She is a gorgeous woman. Just a little taller than me, perhaps about 5'1", about 105 pounds, medium length blond hair, blue eyes. Her breasts are her most noticeable feature. I thought they might be a large C cup but on her slight frame they looked larger. Sharon simply oozes sexuality in a sensual, yet sophisticated way.

"I admit that I do feel somewhat relieved that you and Jim have that attitude," I replied, hoping that I didn't come off as some sort of little nervous Nelly that was ready to bolt for the door at any moment. "I am looking forward to getting to know you and Jim better," I stated, trying to give her a big smile that was designed to help relieve some of Sharon's own reservations about me. 

"I'm sure we'll grow to be wonderful friends," she said, returning my smile. "I have a sort of radar. Jim calls it swinger radar. I seem to have a 6th sense about people and right now it tells me everything is going to work out just fine," she said in her subtle but clearly noticeable Texas twang.

I chuckled and said, "I'm glad to hear that." 

Jim returned to the table at that point and said that our table was ready. I checked him out as he approached the table. He is a tall lean man, obviously fit, about 6 feet tall, 200 lbs., with a touch of salt and pepper hair. He looked as if he may have been an athlete at one point in his life but had retained the angular muscularity over the years. He exuded a certain sense of masculine confidence that I had always found attractive in a man. Jim offered us both an arm and escorted us to the hostess stand and then to our table. 

Dinner was a pleasant blur. I was noticeably more relaxed as I got to know this couple better. The conversation was witty and intelligent and helped along by a steady flow of wine. There was a definite sexual undertone to the conversation without being blatant. It was if my two dinner companions were trying to tease me but at the same time it seemed as if it was just part of who they are. Their sexuality seemed to be such an integral part of their personalities that it simply interjected itself into every part of their outward personas when they are able to let their hair down and be themselves. Overall, I was impressed with them and found myself becoming more attracted to them as the evening progressed.

Finally, after splitting a dessert accompanied by an after dinner coffee, Sharon said, "Jim, why don't you take care of the bill and Kim and I will take her car over to the house and get her settled in." 
"OK, that will be fine, I'll see you in a few minutes," he replied to his wife.

After we left the restaurant and in the privacy of my car Sharon took me by the shoulders and turned me to face her. She said, "Kim, if you would rather sleep alone tonight, you have your own room at the house. If, on the other hand, you would like to join us, we would love to share our bed with you."

"Sharon, I think I would really like that," I said smiling. Sharon and I looked deeply into each other's eyes and I saw the passion in hers. She leaned in close to me and our lips met. We shared a very hot, but all to brief kiss that left me wanting more. 

Our lips parted and she whispered to me, "Well then, shall we be on our way? There will be plenty of time for more of that later," she said, smiling infectiously. 

"I certainly hope so," I replied as I started the car and we started the short journey to my new friends', and soon to be lovers', house.

After chatting for a few minutes I was directed to pull up to a gated community. It was definitely different than most gated communities I had been to previously. When I asked Sharon about it, she explained that they lived on the grounds of a nudist camp that she and Jim were part owners of. To say that I was a more than a little surprised would be an understatement. After she gave me the gate code she gave me a quick tour as we drove through the camp to the back of the property where their home was located. I was impressed with the facilities. There was an odd mixture of trailers, RVs, and houses scattered throughout the camp. Their house was on an isolated plot of land on the backside of most of the facilities. It was at least half a mile from the rest of the camp. Sharon explained that while many nudists are also swingers, many are not, and that they put their home away from the rest of the camp so that they could have privacy and be discrete about their swinging activities while still enjoying the atmosphere that living in a nudist camp provided.

I nodded as she played tour guide and explained about the camp. My mind was whirling with these new developments. I didn't know what to expect when we pulled up at their house but their home was not it. While not a mansion, it came pretty close. I pulled up in a circular drive by the front door. As I unloaded my luggage, with Sharon's help, from the trunk she explained that they had bought the house and the surrounding acreage years ago. They had been members of another nudist camp and had been approached by some friends from the camp about building a new camp on their property. Their other friends had invested the money needed to build the facilities needed to get the camp started. 


The Hunger Ch. 01



Sharon escorted me inside their home and if I had been impressed by the exterior, the interior took my breath away. The elegance and sophistication of its decoration was mind boggling. Sharon took me to a spare bedroom and told me I could put my bags there.

"I don't know what you brought with you, but chances are you won't need much of it here," she said. "I know the camp is an unexpected wrinkle that we didn't tell you about, but please understand, its clothing optional and you can wear as little or as much as you want while here. No one will force you to go nude. We can stay back here at the house if you like or Jim and I can give you a better tour tomorrow."

"I think I'd like a tour," I said. "This is all new for me, but then I look at it this way, the reason I am here is for new experiences."

Sharon smiled and replied, "That's one of the reasons I had such a good feeling about you." She took me in her arms and kissed me once again. This kiss was much longer than the one at the restaurant and I felt her tongue against my lips. I opened my lips and felt her tongue begin to explore my mouth. Her lips were so soft and our kiss so different from those I had experienced with male lovers. I felt her larger breasts pressed against my own and found it was a very enjoyable sensation.

Sharon began undressing me slowly. The movements of her fingers were interspersed with kisses of the flesh she exposed as she proceeded. It was a torturous experience. I was so turned on and I could feel my juices flowing. My nipples were rock hard and made good sized indentations in the silk of my bra.

When Sharon had me down to just my lingerie, she stood back and looked me over. "MMmmm, you look so wonderful. I think we are going to have a good time."

"I certainly hope so," I replied. 

"Do you want to help me get out of these clothes," she asked.

I let my fingers respond for me as I began to unbutton her silk blouse. The leather miniskirt, that had only shortly before graced Sharon's hips, soon joined the growing pile of clothes near us. I stepped back and took a good look at Sharon. Her breasts looked yummy through the wispy, almost not there, bra she wore. Her quarter sized areolas and eraser shaped nipples could be seen clearly through it. Her stomach was slightly rounded but very tight. She too had worn a lacy garter belt and hose but had dispensed with wearing any panties. The secrets hidden by her trimmed bush mesmerized me. Her legs were tight and looked wonderful atop her heels. Her black hose seemed to be made of silk and were topped by a lacy band high on her thighs. Looking at her seemed to fire the hunger that had come to overwhelm me. This was a woman I wanted, one I would hope would teach me the pleasures of female sex, and allow me to explore my long dormant desires. 

Sharon took me in her arms again and we kissed once again. She apparently felt the same desire that I did if the passion of that kiss was any indication. Her arms reached around me and I felt her free me from my bra. I did likewise and we were quickly adding to the pile of clothing once again. The feel of her naked breasts against mine was a thing of beauty. The sensation of our hard nipples rubbing against each other as we kissed was electric.

I was shaken from my sensual reverie by a masculine voice. "I'm glad you didn't wait for me."

We both turned to see Jim standing in the door way obviously appreciating the view. "Why don't we move to our bedroom, it will be much more comfortable," he said.

Sharon took my hand and led me down the hall. Their bedroom took me by surprise. It definitely reflected the sexuality of its occupants. Erotic art and nudes covered the walls. In addition, there were a few well placed pieces of erotic statuary. And what a bed! It is the largest I have ever seen. It is at least twice as large as a standard king size. It was obviously custom designed for playing with multiple occupants. 

After I had taken in the sights of the room, Sharon suggested, "We're ahead of Jim, why don't you help me get him out of these clothes?"

She started on his shirt, leaving his slacks to me. I had always liked unwrapping a new lover's cock with some expectation of things to come, and now was no different. He leaned over and we shared a brief kiss before I went to work. Even with me perched atop my heels, the difference in our heights required him to bend over for our kiss. I removed his shoes, socks and then set to work on his slacks. Finally I drew his briefs down his long, lean legs and couldn't help but check out his cock as I did so. His semi-turgid cock was not the longest I have ever seen, maybe about 7 ½ or 8 inches, but it was certainly one of the thickest. It seemed lovely and I couldn't help wrapping my hand around it and giving it a few strokes. My hand barely fit around its girth and I felt him harden a little as a result of my efforts.

Sharon took me by the shoulders and guided me towards the bed, saying, "Let's get comfortable, you'll have plenty of time to get more familiar with Jim's equipment in a moment. I don't think you will need these," she said as she pulled my thong down. We were both down to just our hose and garter belts and I wondered if I should take those off as well. Since Sharon left hers on, I decided to do likewise. I certainly could appreciate how good her ass and legs looked in them and hoped they both felt the same way about me. 

Sharon slid her hand over my pussy as I stepped out of my heels before preparing to climb atop their playpen of a bed. "Mmmmm, someone is just a little bit turned on, isn't she?"

"Yes, very turned on. I have been dripping since I left my house," I replied.

"I think I have a solution for that," she said.

With that, I found myself being led onto the bed. Sharon positioned herself between my legs and Jim by my head. Jim embraced me and our lips met in a very steamy kiss. I felt Sharon's lips and tongue on the soft flesh of my thighs, just above my stockings. I melted into the mattress and gave myself up to the sensations that seemed to be enveloping me.

Sharon's lips and tongue traced a path to my smoldering pussy. Her lips kissed me there like it was my mouth. Her tongue licked lazily up and down the length of my swollen labia. Meanwhile, Jim's large hand engulfed my breast and began to softly caress it while our tongue's continued to explore each other. I couldn't help but compare Jim's kisses to the softer, more feminine kisses I had shared with Sharon just moments before. He is a great kisser but I could definitely tell I was being kissed by a man. Not that I was complaining. Likewise, I languished under Sharon's oral manipulation. This was not the hurried, sometimes inept, licking I had so often experienced with a male lover. She was taking her time and making love to my pussy with her mouth, just the way I had always thought I would do to another woman. 'Viva la difference,' I thought to myself.

I gasped into Jim's mouth when I felt Sharon's tongue slide between my labia and dive into my flowing chasm. She seemed to be licking and sucking my juices as they flowed from me. I had always felt somewhat self conscious about how wet I got with other lovers, but not her. She seemed to relish in it as if it was a badge of accomplishment. My moans of delight were soon punctuating my kisses with Jim. 

Besides, I was so enveloped in what was being done to me that I was unable to give much serious thought to such feelings. I was wrapped in the sensuality and passion of the moment as if it was a warm blanket. I was able to simply let go and let it overwhelm me. I found freedom in this in a way that I had rarely experienced before. I let go and let my lovers use me and please me as they saw fit. 

Somewhere in this fog of pleasure I recognized that Jim's lips had left my own and I then felt the electric sensation of his tongue on my engorged nipple. His lips soon followed and I felt my nipple taken in by the warm embrace of his mouth. My hands went to his head and I slipped my fingers through his hair, pulling him to my breast and encouraging him to suck harder. I have always liked my breasts sucked hard and perhaps played with a little rougher than most women. Jim was following these unspoken cues like a true maestro.

My passion was reaching a plateau and I hung there, simply feeling the varied, glorious sensations flowing through my body like lightning. I didn't feel the urgency I normally felt during sex. I was comfortable and able to relax and just absorb the experience. I wasn't concerned whether my current lovers would allow me to cum or leave me hanging as was sometimes the case with past lovers. 

This languid splendor soon changed when I felt Sharon shift her focus to my clit. Her tongue began to slowly flutter against its exposed head. I felt her fingers slide into my pussy and quickly found my G-spot as well. I recognized that she wanted to make me cum and I welcomed it. I had been suspended on a sub orgasmic plateau for what seemed like forever. Now that she was working on my clit I felt the urge to climax building rapidly. Her efforts were soon rewarded. The alternating sensations of her licking, sucking, and nibbling on my clit was enough to drive me to the precipice of my long awaited release. These sensations were more then accentuated by the pressure Sharon's two fingers were placing on my G-spot. The final trigger for my orgasm was Jim's teeth sinking into my nipple while his fingers pinched the other one very firmly. The resulting explosion rocked me and my cries of pleasure echoed in the room. I was engulfed in the resulting tsunami of pleasure that flooded my body and mind. Somewhere in the haze of bliss I realized, somewhat ashamedly, that I had squirted all over Sharon's face

When I returned to the planet earth I looked down at Sharon, still kneeling between my thighs. My embarrassment over squirting on her reached a peak and then quickly subsided when I saw the smile on her face. She scooped up a thick layer of juices from her cheeks and transferred it to her mouth and loudly licked it off.

"Mmmm, yummy! You taste so sweet," she said. 

"I'm sorry I soaked you. I don't do that very often. Just when I get really carried away and cum hard," I said, apologetically.

"No need to apologize darling. You can squirt me any time you like. I enjoy it. As a matter of fact, I sorta consider it a compliment," Sharon replied. 

"I'll try to keep that in mind," I said, trying to smile sweetly.

"Well, don't be so selfish," Jim said, moving down towards his wife. He ran his tongue from between her breasts where my juices had flowed upwards to her lips with broad swipes of his tongue. "You're right, she does taste sweet. I'll be looking forward to sampling it directly from the source in the near future," he said, softly chuckling. 

"Speaking of sampling," I said as I saw Jim's hard cock out of the corner of my eye. His shift in position had brought his cock near my face and I rolled over and took his cock between my lips. 

I immediately tasted the salty taste of his pre-cum leaking from his cock. My tongue was very active, licking the surface of his cock and tasting his maleness. I moaned deep in my throat as I enjoyed the feeling of his hard cock in my mouth. I slid his cock deeper into my mouth until I felt the mushroom shaped head of his cock against the opening to my throat. I relaxed and swallowed and his cock head passed into my throat as I swallowed him. My oral efforts were rewarded by his groan of surprise as my lips pressed against the base of his cock. 

"It seems that our new friend is a very talented cock sucker, eh Jim," I heard Sharon comment.

"Uhhhh, yea, very talented," he replied as I began to fuck the length of his cock with my lips, tongue, mouth and throat. I swirled my tongue on the sensitive underside of his cock as it drove in and out of my mouth. I admit I have always been proud of my oral skills and I felt I needed to show my new lovers that I may be somewhat new to group situations, but not to other forms of sexual gratification.

I rolled Jim over so that he was on his back and I was kneeling over his legs without losing his cock. I felt Sharon move around in order to get a better view of the blow job I was delivering to her husband. "Do you want him to cum in your mouth?" she asked.

"Hmm, hmmm," I replied without breaking stride.

"OK, just save some for me," Sharon said, giggling. I could see her smiling out of the corner of my eye. 

Sharon reached under Jim's ass and began fingering his ass. This was clearly a hot button for him because his moans increased in volume and quantity and he began thrusting into my mouth a little more frantically then he had before. 

"He loves when you play with his ass during a blow job," Sharon said. I thought this was sorta bizarre, being instructed on how to please a man by his wife. In a way it pleased me though. Who better to teach you how to please a new lover then the woman he had slept with for years. 

"He's getting close, do you feel it?" she asked. I simply nodded my head in reply, not wanting to stop what I was doing. "Reach up and pinch his nipples and that will set him off," she further instructed. 

I did as she asked and Jim groaned in response. I took his hard cock deep in my throat and repeatedly swallowed, contracting the muscles around him. That was all it took. His hips rose up, attempting the impossible, to bury his cock even further in my mouth. I felt it first, the contractions as his cock pulsed in my mouth. Sharon slid her finger into Jim's asshole and I assumed that she had begun to massage his prostrate. Jim's resulting eruption was unbelievable. The first blast went down my throat. I backed off and laved the crown of his cock with my tongue while short stroking him with my lips as he unloaded. Several eruptions following, it seemed as if he was filling my mouth with his rich, salty sperm. It was unbelievable. I had never had a man cum this much with me. I admit I enjoyed it and at the same time derived a certain sense of accomplishment and pride from it. 

After he was spent, he slumped backwards and I slid his cock out of my mouth. I turned to look at Sharon and she wrapped her arms around me and our lips met in a deep kiss. Her tongue delved deep into mine, cleaning up the remnants of her husband's climax. After cleaning me up from tonsils to lips, she fell upon the shrinking cock of her husband and managed to clean up what little was left there. 

"Mmmm, I love Jim's cum, especially when it's shared like that," she said. "The only thing I love more is to sample it from a woman's pussy after he has left a deposit there. I love the combinations of flavors after he has really filled a woman up good."

"There was certainly enough of it to share," I replied.

"Yea, that's one thing I really like about him, especially when I do the prostate thing. He cums like a fountain," she said smiling at me and then licking the drop of cum remaining on her lip.

"I think someone has been left out," I said. I nodded towards Jim laying on the bed in a post-orgasmic daze and said, "and it looks like he is going to need some time to recover. I guess it's up to little ole me to take care of you by myself."

"I don't think that will be too much of a problem. Besides, Jim will recover a lot sooner than you think." 



The Hunger Ch. 02



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I rolled towards Sharon on her expansive bed, leaving Jim in a semi-comatose state. I flowed into her arms and we shared a full body embrace. Our arms wrapped around each other and our hose encased legs entwined. It was a new and unique experience that I relished. It seems as if I melted into her, and her me. The feel of her lips on mine, the electric sensation of her breasts pressed into mine, the softness of our merged bellies, and feel our nylon covered legs rubbing against each other was such an all encompassing experience that it left me enveloped in a feeling of euphoria. Our eyes met and I was lost in her sapphire depths. 

Our kisses were passionate, probing, lustful, and above all, hungry. I felt the hunger peak in me like it had never before. I needed this woman. Everything up to this point had just been a warm-up, a teaser for what was to come. Any shyness, fear, self-doubt, or nervousness I had felt earlier was gone. It was consumed by the hunger. I had never felt so alive, so aware, so needy, so sexually hungry, in my entire life. It was if it had tapped something in me that I had always been aware of as a shadow, but had never seen in the full light of day. My mind and body was open to this new part of myself, this hunger, this sexual epiphany, in a way that I had hoped for, but had never before had the courage, or perhaps it was the honesty, to really accept. 

I left Sharon's lips and my body slid downward, exploring new, ripe territory. My lips and tongue trailed across the soft skin of her neck, leaving soft kisses and licks in their wake. Sharon mewled softly as I continued. I reached her breasts and my mouth explored the outside of each globe. Licking and kissing softly, exploring another woman's breasts the way I enjoyed and had dreamed of doing so many times in my own fantasies. What magnificent breasts they were. They seemed to be just the right size to fit her, a wonderful combination of softness and firmness, capped by two beautiful half inch nipples surround by quarter sized areolas.

Her nipples called to me, but I resisted. The need to suckle on her was like a primal force calling me. I wanted to explore all of her and not rush to certain parts of her body so I resisted the urge. My fingers grazed her turgid nipple as my mouth continued to explore her outer proximities. Her excited moan told me she enjoyed the stimulation my fingers provided. I felt her intertwined fingers in my hair, softly urging me, guiding me towards the closest nipple. Her need and my own collided and I allowed myself to be led.

My lips grazed her nipple and with further urging by Sharon I opened my mouth to lick her entire areola. The resulting gasp was a clear demonstration of the satisfaction she received from my oral efforts. My patience had reached a limit and I sucked her turgid nipple between my lips. The ever more lustful moans I heard coming from Sharon demonstrated my success in pleasing my new lover. I alternated sucking and strumming the tip of the nipple with my tongue. I lost myself in the experience of suckling her while at the same time I tried to reach back into my memory to recall her previous comments about how she liked her breasts pleasured. 

Sharon and I had shared many online conversations during which we had compared likes and dislikes, especially in regards to sex. I recalled that Sharon had told me during one of our chats that she enjoyed a lover starting off softer then getting progressively more forceful, progressing up to and including some mild pain during breast play. This conversation particularly stood out in my mind because her likes seemed to be very similar to my own. 

I moved to Sharon's other breast and repeated my previous approach. The pressure on the back of my head by her hand indicated she was ready for more and I happily obliged. I began to suck harder, greedily nursing, pulling her nipple and as much of her breast as possible deep into my mouth. Her groans signaled my success. Those groans increased in volume soon after when I began to softly, and later not so softly, sink my teeth into the engorged tip of Sharon's nipple. My free hand found her unattended nipple and I began to pinch it as I nibbled on her other nipple.

"Yes! Harder! More!" she exclaimed.

I redoubled my efforts as well as the pressure I was exerting on her nipples to the point that I felt I was close to doing permanent damage. Sharon only seemed to revel in the combination of pain and pleasure I was delivering to her tortured nips. I switched nipples again and moved my free hand down to Sharon's pussy. Her pussy was seeping juices like a fountain. A few flicks of my nail across her clit was all it took to push her over the edge and her body heaved up in orgasm.

"Ohhhh GAWDDDDDD!!!" she screamed as her body was wracked by a series of climactic tremors. 

As Sharon came down from the heights to which she had risen I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. I looked over and saw Jim laying on his side, watching intently, a broad smile on his face. He gave me a little nod, seemingly approving and encouraging me to go on. 

I was feeling extreme pride in my ability to please Sharon but I wasn't done. I had so much more to explore, so many more fantasies and desires to experience in real life. I held her while she recovered from her orgasm and I saw her breathing begin to return to normal. It was time to move on.

I slid down her body and between her spread legs. Sharon's weeping pussy was before me. I took a moment to inspect it, so similar to my own but different in subtle ways as well. Her long, thin, almost delicate labia shone with a juicy gloss. To my impassioned brain they seemed to almost beg to be kissed and sucked. Her clit hood was prominent, showing promise of the treat that lay retracted within its folds. The star of her anus was also exposed to my view and seemingly asking to be explored.

I shook myself from my reverie and leaned forward, ready to make love to a woman's pussy for the first time. I planned on taking my time and savoring the experience. I had no practical experience in this, other then what I knew that I enjoyed. I planned on using this as a template from which to begin, and to go from there.

I began by kissing her soft, smooth thighs, just above the top of her hose. A soft murmur acknowledged my efforts. My kisses were soon alternated with wet licks and soft nibbles. Sharon's pussy beckoned to me. I ran my tongue up one delicate labia, and down the other, tasting the juices coating them. I savored her taste and compared it to my own that I had sampled on my own and tasted on a lover's cock after sex. Her taste was similar, but very uniquely her own. 

As much as I wanted to continue teasing Sharon, my own needs were beginning to become overwhelming. My desire to savor her pussy was growing rapidly. I dove into her with a gusto that surprised me. Her labia spread as my tongue dove deep into her chasm. My senses were saturated with her taste and smell. I savored it like a fine wine. 

"Oh yes, eat me, yesssssss," she cried. Her hands fell to my head, pulling me in deeper. I began fucking her leaking pussy with my tongue, stretching it as far as I could to plumb her depths. I felt her long labia stretched around my mouth, engulfing me in their clasp and creating an almost air tight seal.

Sharon continued to moan her approval and I could feel the tremors running through her body. Her pussy pulsed and pulled on my tongue. I unconsciously sensed her building arousal and knew she was ready for the coup de gras. 

I extracted myself from her pussy and moved up slightly. As I did, I saw Jim out of the corner of my eye. He was lying beside Sharon, casually pulling on his cock and softly stroking her nipple while watching me. Our eyes met and he smiled, once again silently encouraging me to carry on pleasing his wife. 

Proceeding on pure instinct, I softly licked Sharon's swollen clit. It's exposed head peaking out from the hood, seemingly begging to be licked. She moaned softly and again pulled on my head, encouraging me to bring her to her peak. I began a series of rapid, but soft, butterfly licks on her clit. Her hips rose up to meet my tongue and she groaned loudly.

I slid a finger into Sharon's sopping pussy and I sought out her G-spot. I found the swollen nub and began to massage it using a "come here" motion of my finger. Meanwhile, I slowed my licks on her nub and stiffened my tongue, giving it firmer licks. 

"Oh gawd, yes, yesssss, so close, so close," Sharon groaned, obviously enveloped in pre-orgasmic bliss. 

Her clit had retracted back inside its hood, signaling her proximity to orgasm. I switched tactics to a favorite technique that had been used on me. I sucked her hood between my lips, pealing it back and exposing her clit and began licking its re-exposed shaft. I also increased the firmness of my massage of her G-spot. Sharon immediately reacted as I hoped she would. 

"Aaaaarggghhhhhhh!!!!" Her body shuddered as the sensations flowed through her body. She was on the precipice, ready to plunge over the edge into ecstatic oblivion. My entire focus was on pushing her over that edge. 

The spasmodic contraction I felt around my finger told me she was there. I sucked hard on her clit and also slid a juice covered finger through the rosebud of her asshole. That was all it took and Sharon exploded.

Hard convulsions gripped my fingers in her ass and pussy. Body wracking convulsions shook the rest of her as she cried out loudly, "Cummming, cumming, oh gawdddd, oh gawdddd." A series of guttural, unintelligible utterances followed as the tremors continued to flow through her. Her pussy gushed a soft flow of juices over my hand. Not the forceful squirts I sometimes experienced, but more like a gentle flood of juices. 

I was amazed by the intensity and duration of her orgasm. I suppose I may have been jealous of the intensity that she was able to achieve. It never really occurred to me that my skills had a lot to do with that. I just assumed it had more to do with her sexual capabilities. 

I didn't stop but rather changed my approach as her orgasm continued. I went back to softer licks on her clit as I continued to fuck her pussy and ass with my fingers, slowly fucking her through her cum. 

Her orgasm waned and suddenly began to peak again. She was soon cumming once again. It was a softer, gentler orgasm then her first. I backed off of my efforts as her orgasm subsided, trying to bring her down softly. I moved my mouth to her pussy and attempted to lick up the fluid remnants of her orgasm. Sharon finally pushed my head away, savoring the echoes of her orgasms and murmuring softly as she fell into a contented post orgasmic delirium. 

I rose from between her thighs and Jim leaned over to me. Our lips met in a kiss and he licked the residue of his wife's juices from my lips. "You are amazing," he stated, "I have rarely, if ever, seen Sharon cum that hard. That has to be the hottest thing I have ever seen. I really have a hard time believing that this is your first time with a woman. That's not even to mention what you did to me," he said, smiling broadly.

"MMMMmmmm, come here," I heard from Sharon, beside me. She had recovered slightly and was back among the living. 

I gave Jim another kiss and left him for the time being to cuddle with his wife. I wrapped my body around hers and she turned her head to kiss me. Our lips met in a gentle but steamy kiss as she tasted herself on me. Jim joined me in cuddling with his wife on her other side and she was encased in a cuddle sandwich. I softly ran my hand over her belly as her breath slowly returned to normal. I felt my own arousal but was content to wait to see what, if anything, would come next. I was content to simply share the conjugal intimacy of the moment. 

"That was unbelievable," Sharon said after gathering her wits. "I thought I had had an orgasm before. If those were orgasms, we need to come up with a different name for whatever that was that just happened," she whispered dreamily. 

"I sorta liked it too," I replied, giggling. 

"Where did you learn how to do that?" Sharon asked. 

"I don't know, instinct, what I like done to me, and what I imagine that I would like to be done to me. I had the feeling that we were pretty similar in our likes and dislikes so I just went with what I like and adjusted according to how you reacted. I'm just glad it turned out alright."

"Ohhh, it turned out more than alright," she replied. "My whole body is still quivering."

"Does that mean that I passed the audition?" I asked. 

Ohhh, sweetie, you more than passed the audition," she said, giggling softly. 

"All I know was that it was amazing to watch, simply unbelievable," Jim interjected.

Sharon smiled and reached down and took Jim's nearly hard cock in her hand and said, "I think we may have ignored poor Jim. Do you think we should make it up to him, or rather, do you think you might want to make it up to him while I finish recovering?"

"Mmmmm, yes, I think I might be willing to help him out," I replied. "Besides, my pussy has wanted to get a sample of that big cock of his all night long."

"Well, knock yourself out girlfriend, I don't think he'll put up to much of a fight," Sharon said.

"No, I'll try to take it easy on her," Jim said, smiling.

I rolled over Sharon and stretched out on top of Jim. I moved down and took his cock into my mouth, sucking it briefly and bringing it full hardness. Sharon's hand was still wrapped around the base, holding it for me. After licking off a drop of a pre-cum from the tip I slid upwards, briefly taking his cock between my breasts. Jim moaned at the sensation of his cock engulfed in the softness of my breasts. Continuing upwards, I straddled his hips and felt his hardness come to rest against my still wet pussy.

"Let me help you out here," Sharon said and her fingers once again gripped her husband's thick cock and with the fingers of her other hand she spread my labia. The mushroom shaped head of his cock was quickly deposited at the gates of my wet pussy. Sharon moved it back and forth between my labia, coating its mushroom shaped head with my juices. 

"He's all yours," she said with a smirk on her face.

I sat up a little straighter and let me weight settle so that Jim's cock slid into my pussy slowly. His girth spread and stretched me like I rarely, if ever, had been stretched before. I reveled in the glorious sensation of him opening my pussy. I continued to lower myself until I felt my ass settle on his thighs and I groaned with contentment. His hard, wonderful shaft was fully buried, deep in me. I simply sat there for a moment, absorbing the feelings and getting accustomed to his velvety thickness. I quickly reflected on the fact that as satisfying as Sharon's mouth had been, there was nothing that could compare to the feeling of having a hard cock filling my chasm. It seemed to complete me and strike at a deep primal need within me.

Increasingly impatient, I started to rock my hips and slowly begin to fuck myself up the gorgeous organ that filled me so completely. I could feel my labia stretched around him as I moved and I occasionally changed the angle so that its base rubbed against my very swollen clit. I was in heaven.

Somewhere, as if from a far distance, I heard myself groan with pleasure. I set up a slow steady pace, occasionally grinding myself into Jim's pubic bone. 

"It seems like you enjoy my husbands cock stretching that tight little pussy of yours," I heard Sharon say. I looked to my side and saw her kneeling there beside me, watching with rapt attention.

"Yes, it's wonderful. I'm so fucking full," I replied. 

"Now you know why I cut him out of herd," she said with a giggle.

I felt Sharon's hands on me, slowly and deliberately caressing me as I continued to fuck her husband. They slid over my back, ass, and belly as I continued to pick up my pace. The feeling of her hands was electric as I shared in their intimacy with me. 

The hunger was back with a vengeance. It had simmered, but was now at a full boil within my body and mind. My need to fuck this man was like an overwhelming desire that simply had to be fulfilled. I had no free will. The hunger had robbed me of it. It was if the hunger had taken over control and my whole essence was devoted to slaking this thirst for pleasure.

My slow canter on top of Jim had accelerated into a full blown gallop. Sparks of pleasure and pain shot through my chest as Sharon clamped her fingers on my turgid nipples. This only added to my desire. Jim lay there, thrusting back up at me as best he could, smiling, as he watched me please myself. It was clear that he was no where near to cumming himself, and I got some satisfaction from knowing that I could concentrate on my own pleasure for the time being. I changed the angle of Jim's cock once again and felt it rub against my G-spot. This elicited another heady groan from me and I began to rhythmically clasp his cock with my vaginal muscles. That in turn resulted in a groan from Jim, as he felt his cock being clasped by the velvety walls of my pussy. 

"How is she?" Sharon asked.

"Wonderful, simply wonderful," he replied. "She has a very talented pussy, a snapping pussy."

Jim's hands grasped my ass cheeks and he began to help push and pull me faster and harder onto his cock. I felt the bed shift and I noticed that Sharon had disappeared from my side. The mystery of where she had gone was soon revealed by the softness of her tongue circling the rosebud of my asshole as Jim's hands spread my cheeks. My loud moans of pleasure assured her of my enjoyment of her efforts. Her tongue began a frantic dance around my ass and I pushed back into her when I felt her tongue push into the depths of my rectum. I couldn't help but clamp my ass around her tongue and my pussy around Jim's cock as I absorbed the sensations they were both delivering to my impassioned body.

The sensation of her tongue departed and was soon replaced by a thin feminine finger invading my ass. I mewled in pleasure as it sank deeper into my lubricated ass. The first finger was soon joined by a second that stretched my ass open. I could feel her fingers rubbing against the thick shaft in my pussy. It was a new, but very enjoyable, sensation. 

Sharon began to thrust her fingers in and out of my ass in time to my thrusts on her hubby's cock. The alternating feeling of fullness and emptiness lit a fire in me. When she reached around and began to pinch my nipples, it set me off. My cunt clamped down on Jim's cock as I exploded. My pussy gushed, spraying my juices all over his crotch. I collapsed on top of Jim and my body convulsed as the lightning bolts of my ecstatic release flowed through my orgasming body.

"Oh Gawddddddd," I screamed. My guttural cries of release filled the room. I sank down on Jim's cock, allowing it to fill me to the brim and I felt myself contracting around his thickness as my pussy spasmed tightly. Sharon's fingers pinched my nipples even tighter and the pain from them blended with the other pleasurable sensations my body experienced and flowed into a delicious mixture. 

As I was beginning to float back to earth from the orgasmic heights that I had ascended to, I felt Sharon's lips on my own. I moaned into her mouth and then I felt her hands moving my still quivering body, rolling me off of her husband and onto my back. Lost in my post-orgasmic bliss, I never even noticed her fingers leaving my ass. I groaned in frustration as I felt his cock slide from my drenched pussy.




The Hunger Ch. 02



This is part two of a story originally posted here on September 2, 2011, involving a near-immortal man who calls himself John Smith, and a young woman he re-names Azelia after he takes her as his life-mate. They are members of the clan of Us, a race of beings somewhat like vampires. They exist by feeding on the sexual fluids of their victims, rather than blood. The do not kill; they seduce their victims into allowing them to feed on the product of their loins. Enjoy. 

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The insistent ring of the bedside phone woke me. I moved Azelia slightly so I could reach the annoying thing.

"Hello?" I said.

"Good morning, Mr. Smith. This is your ten o'clock wake-up call, as you requested. Would you care for breakfast, sir? We would be happy to bring you a tray," the cheery female voice said.

"Thank you for calling. I shall make my decision about breakfast in a bit." I hung up the phone.

"John? What happened last night?" Azelia said, blinking the sleep from her enchanting green eyes.

"What do you mean, my love?" I asked.

"You sat in my station at the bar last night, ordered a Virgin Mary, and,... I don't know,... swept me off my feet, I guess."

"I tend to do that. It's much more civilized to make a woman want to be in my bed. None of Us makes anyone a victim. We entice them to be willing participants. You'll come to understand that, darling."

"Who are,... well,... Us?" Azelia asked.

"That's hard to explain. I am Us. You are Us, now and forever more. It would be good for you to meet other members of the clan soon. Now that I'm here, I'd like to re-establish friendships with a number of Us and introduce them to my new life-mate," I answered.

"What are these people like?" Azelia asked, rolling on her back, giving me a wondrous display of her sumptuous breasts.

"Not much different from mortals. We have to re-invent ourselves every once in a while, change with our environment. It's essential when you've been around as long as I have. Don't you think I would have trouble blending in as a lute player at the court of a medieval duke?"

"How old are you, John?"

"I was born on the day Joan of Arc burned," I answered.

"I didn't pay attention in history class," Azelia said. "When was that?"

"The thirtieth of May, 1431."

"Oh my God, so you're, let's see, almost six hundred years old!"

"My dear child, I'll have you know that it will be a number of years before I begin my seventh century," I admonished her.

"I always thought I'd like to be with an older man for my first time, but I wasn't thinking of someone over five hundred years older than me!" she giggled.

"You said last night you're twenty-two, didn't you?" I asked.

"Yes."

"That's how old I was when I was 'made' into one of Us. I took my first life-mate two years later, so my physical aging stopped at that time. When Alexandra was killed, I began to age again. How old do you think I look?"

Azelia turned and propped herself on her elbow to study me. "When you first came into the club last night, I thought you were about twenty-five. Looking at you when I waited on you, I thought you might be a year or so older than that, but there was something in your eyes,..." she said.

"You knew! You knew about the importance of the eyes. Tell me what you saw in mine."

"You looked like an old soul. Full of mystery, secrets, and passion. I was drawn to that. And then your eyes got,... I don't know,... more intense. I felt like I was losing my will or something. I wanted you. I was aroused by you, and there was nothing I could do about it."

"That's what we do. Maybe you've heard stories about vampires 'glamorizing' their victims, mesmerizing them, taking away their free will. They do it so they can kill. We do it so we can drink the sexual essence of a new partner. You'll learn to do this. From what I saw in your eyes last night as I was feeding from you, it will be easy for you to learn to bewitch your way into someone's pants."

"Or panties," Azelia said, blushing. "I'm still not sure I can just go up to some random guy and offer him a blowjob."

"Or panties," I agreed. We were going to have a lot of fun, hunting as a team.

"Are you going to teach me to hunt?" she said.

"Of course, lover, but I suspect it will come naturally to someone like you."

"I think I'm going to need to feed soon," she said, running her hand down my body and laying it possessively on my manhood.

"Need to, or want to?" I asked.

"A little of both," she giggled. "I'm also hungry in the old way, like I always was in the morning. Why is that?"

"A peculiarity of our race. We experience the Hunger that is exclusive to Us as well as the hunger that a mortal feels when his belly is empty. That was one way we could fit in with the mortals when the vampire hunters roamed, back when I was living with the Duke and Duchess. Those zealots with their mallets and stakes completely ignored anyone chomping on an apple or a leg of lamb," I chuckled.

"You know what I could eat?" Azelia suddenly exclaimed, sitting up in bed.

I swear in the name of The One Who Sees All, her breasts were the most beautiful I had ever seen. "What?" I asked.

"A full Irish breakfast!"

"Yes! Toast, farl, soda bread, or potato farl? Which would you like?"

"Potato farl is my favorite," Azelia said. "How do you know about that? You have an American accent. I'm surprised you know what potato farl is."

"I spent my youth less than a four-hour carriage ride from this very spot. Do you like mushrooms with your breakfast?

"Yes, and Barry's Tea," she laughed.

"Barry's isn't bad, but it's not as good as the original Assam tea we used to have at the Duke's castle. There was a strange little man with an ox-cart. The head cook would choose his own blend, right there in the courtyard. Ah, well. Would you like to go out, or should I have breakfast delivered?"

"Let's have breakfast here," she said. "I don't have anything to wear except my clothes from last night. I don't want to walk around in the morning dressed like that. I really need a shower, too."

"I'll call room service, and have our meal delivered. Should we say forty-five minutes?" I asked.

"It won't take me that long to get in and out of the shower, John," she said, looking a bit hurt.

"It will if I fuck you first."

Just before she took me in her mouth, she said, "Tell them to give us an hour."

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We were both dressed in our hotel robes when the server arrived with our breakfast. We were relaxed, enjoying the afterglow of a quick feeding, satisfying sex, and a hot shower. I said to Azelia, "Watch this," when I answered the knock at the door.

A plump old woman greeted me and pushed a cart into the room. She was certainly not the kind I would ever choose to feed from, but I wanted to show something to Azelia.

As the server set out our meal, I moved so I could see her face. I willed her to look in my eyes, which she did several times. Each time, her lined cheeks flushed, and on the third glance I smelled her. This was probably the first time she had been wet in years, poor thing.

I heard quiet rumblings of the Hunger from Azelia. Stealing a look at her, I could see her nipples beneath her terry-cloth robe. Her lips parted, and a soft moan escaped them.

The old woman must have heard her. She looked Azelia's way and almost dropped the teapot. With a shiver and an embarrassed look, she hurriedly finished serving our feast. After a quick, "Thank you and good day, sir and madam," she fled.

As soon as the door closed, Azelia started to laugh. "What did you do to her, John?"

"Just a bit of the charm of the clan of Us, my dear. You have it. The poor old biddy didn't get really wet until she made eye contact with you."

"That was the coolest thing! She was so turned on! Do you think she understood what was happening to her?" Azelia asked.

"She certainly knew she was aroused. One look at your chest told her you were aroused, and that only made her hotter. Don't worry, darling. She won't say anything. She'll probably just walk around all day with a guilty look on her face. Now eat your breakfast before it gets cold."

As we feasted, Azelia asked me more about the clan of Us.

"We do what we can to adapt to our surroundings. Some of Us are entertainers, scientists, explorers, or artists, although most of Us keep a low profile. Many are comfortable enough financially that we don't work regular jobs.

"What do you do? Do you work?" she asked.

"I inherited a sizable holding of land and money from my parents. Good investing has allowed me to live well, using my talents as a lute player and singer as my visible means of support," I answered.

"Do you still play the lute?"

"Hardly anyone still plays the lute, my dear. But I've always been good with stringed instruments. I've played the violin in orchestras during the Renaissance, the string bass in blues bands in New Orleans during America's Great Depression, and electric guitar during studio sessions with some of the greats of rock and roll."

"Doesn't the fact that you don't age create a problem? Don't people notice?" Azelia asked.

"They do, sometimes, if you stay in one place too long. The lives of many of Us tend to be somewhat nomadic. That's one disadvantage we have. You, for example, could go back to work at Copper Face Jack's and blend right in, but if you stay there too long, people may wonder why you don't seem to get any older."

"I don't have many job skills," Azelia said, "and I like being a barmaid, at least for now."

"Then that's what you should do. Besides, hunting at a place like that should be very easy for you."

"I guess so," she giggled. "I already get guys a couple of times a week who write their phone numbers on napkins or ask me to go home with them."

"Splendid. Now you can take them up on it," I said.

We finished our huge meal and were enjoying the last of the Barry's. "I don't have to work tonight or tomorrow night," Azelia said. "What would you like to do?"

"I think your training should be what we focus on first. I propose we get dressed and go explore the city. There are hundreds of places we can go to feed."

"I don't want to go out for a day on the town in my barmaid clothes. I should go home to change."

"I think you look stunning as you are," I said.

"Oh! What happened to my robe?" Azelia squealed when she realized she was naked.

"We have certain magical powers," I replied. "I got the urge to see your nude body, so I willed the robe off you. Let's see, yes, I know what you should wear." Instantly, Azelia was clad in tight khaki shorts, a navy polo shirt, and sensible walking shoes.

"How did you do that?" she exclaimed.

"I told you -- magic."

"You forgot undergarments," Azelia said.

"No I didn't. I didn't want you to wear any."

"But my breasts will move around, and you can see my nipples!"

"I know. We're going to practice your hunting skills today. There's nothing wrong with using your physical attributes to assist you. Let's go," I said, exchanging my robe for casual walking clothes of my own.

We took the lift to the lobby. I could hear the young woman behind the desk talking to a male co-worker, and realized that hers was the voice on the phone earlier. She seemed to be finishing her shift.

"Do you see her?" I said to Azelia, indicating the young woman.

"The slender blond behind the desk?"

"Yes. Do you find her attractive?"

"She's beautiful. I would kill for a lithe body like that."

"Would you like to feed from her?" I asked.

"What? How?"

"With your natural talents and the charm of Us. I'll help you get started," I said.

We waited until the young woman walked out from behind the desk, and then followed her down a corridor.

"Excuse me, miss!" I called.

She turned to look at us. "Hello. May I help you?" she smiled.

"Hopefully, Janet," I said, making a show of reading her name tag. "My wife is interested in learning more about your spa facilities."

"Oh, of course," she said. "Follow this hallway to the end, and make a left just before the exit door. The spa, pool, and exercise rooms are in that area. You'll find literature about our services at the entrance to the facility, and there are attendants to assist you."

"Would you mind showing us?" Azelia asked. She fixed her emerald eyes on the blond, and I could hear Janet's breath catch in her throat.

"Not at all," she replied. There was a hint of the nipples on her small breasts hardening under her tailored uniform blouse. "Please follow me."

As we walked, Azelia whispered to me, "I can smell her."

"Yes, my love, I can too. Let's see what you can do with her. Use your eyes and your charms. You may be surprised at what you can accomplish."

We followed our prey down the hallway, watching her trim, firm ass move in the pencil skirt she wore. When we got to the door to the spa area, she stood to the side to allow us to enter.

"Here we are," she said.

Azelia looked straight into Janet's eyes. "Would it be too much trouble for you to show us around?"

"No trouble at all, Miss," she answered in a soft voice. There was color in her cheeks.

We followed her through the door. Azelia grinned at me as she sniffed the air. I could hear the Hunger in her.

"Could show us the changing rooms?" Azelia asked, touching Janet on the arm and fixing her gaze.

The blond shuddered slightly, her nipples now obvious, her aroma filling the air. "I would like that very much," she breathed.

We went into a room lined with small, enclosed stalls guests could use for privacy while changing clothes, and a bank of lockers and compartments for storage.

"Are you cold?" Azelia said to the blond, gesturing at her hard nipples.

"No, Miss, not at all. In fact, I think it's rather warm in here. It's just that I'm so,... I feel so,..."

"Aroused?" Azelia asked.

Janet blushed visibly. "Yes," she said under her breath.

"Maybe we can help you with that," Azelia said, motioning toward one of the stalls.

"Maybe you can," the girl whispered, unbuttoning her blouse as she moved toward the enclosures.

Before I latched the door, Janet was down to her bra, thong, and hold-up stockings, standing against the wall of the cubicle, a mixture of lust and bewilderment on her pretty face. Azelia pulled off her shirt and wriggled out of her shorts to stand naked before us.

"Will you take me from behind me while I lick her?" Azelia asked me.

"Would you like that?" I said to Janet. "Would you like to watch me fuck my darling while she licks your wet cunt?"

Janet shivered as though she were deathly cold. Her little nipples were straining against her bra, and a droplet of syrupy clear moisture dripped from her thong-covered slit. The perfume of her pussy was making me very hard, and very Hungry. I had to fight with myself to remember that Azelia needed to do this on her own.

I said, "I think I'd like to watch. Maybe I'll just support our new friend while you do what you want with her." I moved behind Janet and undid her bra. She allowed me to caress it down her arms. Then I pulled her to me, nestling my clothed erection in the crack of her tight, slender ass. She leaned against me, and cooed softly as I fondled her little breasts.

"I'm so wet," Janet whimpered.

"That's good," my life-mate grinned, as she pulled the thong down to reveal the girl's clean-shaven slit. Azelia knelt before her and began to nourish herself while I squeezed our prey's engorged nipples.

"Oh, oh, oh, I've never had a girl go down on me before," Janet moaned. "I thought I was straight."

"You may well be, but my Azelia does have certain talents, doesn't she?" I said, rolling the girl's hard nipples between my fingers.

"Yes, yes, oh God, yes!" she whined. "I think I'm going to cum!"

"Please do," I whispered in her ear.

The willowy blond shuddered violently and then melted against me. I could hear Azelia murmur her pleasure as she rubbed her own clit while drinking the nectar the blond provided. The desk clerk remained limp against me as my beloved cleaned Janet's moisture with her tongue.

When our prey had regained her composure, she said, "I've never done anything like that before. I'll lose my job if anyone finds out. Please, don't tell anyone, please!"

"Your secret is safe with us," I assured her. "You should get dressed now."

Quietly, the girl put on her clothes. As we left the enclosure, she said again, "I'll be in so much trouble if anyone hears about this. What am I going to do?"

"You're going to go about your day. I assure you, no one will know. In fact, you will only remember that you had an orgasm. You're going to believe you were horny all through your shift, maybe for the man who took over from you, and you will assume that you pleasured yourself in the employees' restroom before heading home." I fixed my gaze on her and saw that she had accepted my story as her new version of reality.

Janet shook herself slightly, like she was trying to clear her head. "Through that door is the entrance to the pool, and to your left is the weight room. We offer massages, steam and sauna rooms, and aromatherapy in the rooms to your right, and beyond that is the beauty salon. Would you like me to show you those?" she said, a slightly bemused look on her face.

"No, thank you. You were on your way home. We appreciate your help," I said.

Walking on slightly unsteady legs, Janet left the room.

"That was almost too easy," Azelia laughed after the door had closed.

"You are a natural huntress! How did she taste?"

"Sweet, kind of a delicate flavor. I don't feel the Hunger as much," Azelia replied.

"Good," I said. "You did well on your first hunt."

"What do you want to do now, John?"

"Be a tourist. I haven't been in Dublin in over a century. The city has changed. You can play tour guide," I replied.

* * * * *

We caught a taxi in front of the hotel.

"Where to, sir?" the driver asked.

"Ask her. I haven't been here for quite a while."

"Where to, Miss?"

"I know! St. Audeon's Church!"

"Very well, Miss," the driver said as he put the car in gear.

"I thought we'd start with something older than you," Azelia whispered to me.

"Very funny."

As we walked the grounds of the ancient church, I could see most of the men and some of the women stealing glances at Azelia. She was enjoying herself, walking tall and proud, her bountiful breasts bouncing slightly with every step she took.

"Your nipples are hard, baby," I said to her quietly, after we had passed a group of college boys.

"I know," she whispered back. "I'm horny."

"I could help you with that."

"I'll hold you to that, but I thought you wanted to play tourist," she said.

"I want to do four things before we sleep tonight. I want to see a little more of the town, I want to buy you some clothes, I want to hunt with you again, and I want to fuck you silly."

"Nice list. Let's start with you fucking me silly," she said, grabbing my ass.

"Miss, please, these are Church grounds," a young man in a security uniform said.

Azelia turned to look at the officer. It was obvious he was looking at her breasts as she walked slowly toward him. "My eyes are up here," she said when she was only a few feet from him.

When he first tore his gaze from my life-mate's chest to look at her eyes, I could see his pupils dilate slightly. He didn't know it yet, but he was going to provide my life-mate's next feeding.

"Is something wrong, sir?" Azelia asked, getting closer to him. "I didn't mean to offend anyone. Can you forgive me?"

The young officer appeared to be struggling to figure out what to say. Little wonder. Her breasts were against his chest now.

"Could we find a place to talk about the problem?" Azelia asked. Rubbing the tips of her fingers over the front of his uniform trousers, she breathed, "Is there some place we can talk about YOUR problem?"




The Hunger Ch. 02



"Miss, please, I'm on duty, and I'm a married man."

"Does your wife suck your cock?" Azelia asked, staring into the young man's eyes while tickling the outline of his penis with her fingernails. "I will, you know. It feels like a pretty nice one."

"Follow me," the officer said.

Azelia whispered to me as we walked, "I want you behind me while I feed from him."

"My pleasure," I replied.

The security guard led us to a door in a small building.

"Wait. Is he coming along?" the officer asked, pointing to me.

"Of course. He's going to fuck me while I drink your cum. Do you mind?" Azelia responded, her eyes completely controlling the bewildered man.

"In here," he said.

He led us into a small, neat office, apparently used as a duty station. Azelia guided the man to his chair, stripped off her shirt and shorts, and knelt between his legs. As she worked on his belt and zipper, I opened my pants to release my cock.

Azelia seemed to be in a hurry, but I managed to line myself up and begin easing myself into her wet, bruised pussy from behind, just before she took the officer's erect penis into her mouth.

"Ooooh," Azelia murmured around the defenseless man's cock. She pushed her mouth down on him as I entered her, and then pulled back from him, forcing herself deep onto my shaft. "I feel so depraved," she said.

"You're getting there, baby. I love it. We're going to have lots of fun together," I said, helping her to find a nice rhythm of rocking herself back and forth between me and the other man.

"Oh, Jesus, Mary and Joseph!" the guard gasped. "I've never done anything this crazy before!" He was almost hyperventilating. "Gah, my God, I'm gonna cum!" He started bucking his hips hard at Azelia, driving her back forcefully onto my cock. Her pussy began to milk me, and I released into her as the man filled her throat.

The officer sat there, his uniform trousers around his ankles, as my naked Azelia licked the remnants of his semen from his wilting shaft. I had righted my clothes when the poor dazed man spoke. "Who are you people?"

"Please excuse my manners, sir," I said. "I'm John Smith, born not far from here, but only recently returned from the United States. The young lady cleaning your sperm from her chin is my bride, Azelia."

"I do hope we haven't been too much of a bother," she said. "I'm sure I've learned a valuable lesson about proper behavior in public. Are we free to go?"

The young man pulled up his trousers as he rose from his chair. "I've gone insane," he muttered to himself. He cleared his throat as he buckled his belt. "It's not worth the paperwork, as long as you conduct yourself like a lady. Otherwise, we might need to have another meeting."

I smiled and shook the officer's hand. "I'm sure we all enjoyed our chat. My dear, you might want to clean up a bit before you put your clothes back on."

Azelia stroked her messy pussy with her fingers, licked them clean, and repeated the process, like a she-cat grooming herself. The look in her emerald eyes made me expect her to purr.

"Sir, Madam, I should get back on patrol. This has been quite the experience," the security guard said.

As we walked out the door, Azelia teased, "You might want to watch me. Who knows? I could do something that will make you call us in for another discussion."

He was smiling broadly as we walked away.

* * * * *

"Can we go out tonight, John?" Azelia asked as we walked past some shops in town.

"Of course. We need to practice your hunting skills."

She grabbed my hand and pulled me to a bench. "I thought I did okay," she whispered.

When I touched her chin with my fingertips, she resisted at first, but finally she turned to look at me with tear-filled eyes. "You did, my love, you did." I cupped her pretty face in my hands, and wiped the moisture from her cheeks with my thumbs. "You did brilliantly." I pulled her close for a tender kiss. "You even picked out your own prey on just your second hunt. I am very proud of you."

"What's the first thing I need to work on to get better?" she asked.

"Honey, I just think you're not taking the time to enjoy this like you could."

Azelia gave me a naughty smile. "I guess I really did attack that security guard, didn't I? Well, he was only the second man I've had cum in my mouth. Between being nervous and feeling The Hunger, I just needed to get things done."

"Where would you like to go tonight?" I asked. "Where would you like to hunt?"

"I wish I knew a way to get into one place, but you have to have a membership or be on some celebrity list to get in there."

"Where is that?"

"On Adam Court off Grafton Street. A place called Lillie's Bordello. You should see some of the people who go in there! There's no way we can get in," Azelia said.

"Have you forgotten about this morning? You didn't take off your robe and put on these clothes yourself. We will get in. As I said, I've learned some magic over the years. Part of it comes from a healthy diet, you know. Yours will develop, too, over time."

"What should I wear?" Azelia asked.

"What impression do you want people to have? Elegant or outrageous?"

"If we're going hunting at a place like Lillie's, maybe it should be a bit of both," Azelia replied.

"Should we try over there?" I said, pointing to a shop across the street.

"Leather and Lace by Lilith," Azelia read from the ornate sign in front of the shop. "I've heard of that place."

The inside of the shop was lit by a myriad of small spotlights, painting the room with sharp areas of intense illumination, piercing the overall gloom of the place. We passed mannequins dressed in a variety of styles of leather garments, primarily black with splashes of intense color in fishnet, gauze, silk, or lace. Glass display cases showed a small collection of restraints, masks, tools, and toys, color-coordinated with the mannequins.

Azelia eventually chose a leather bustier, dyed the same green as her eyes, over a black leather mini-skirt slit nearly to the hip. The outfit was completed with black leather high-top boots and a black lace cape. With her auburn hair and fair skin, she looked delectably dangerous.

While Azelia was changing back into her street clothes, a young raven-haired goth-looking woman came through a curtain behind the counter. She was dressed in a black patent leather vest and black peasant skirt, both of which accentuated her slender figure. "Those are nice hunting clothes for a novice," she said.

I could see it in her eyes. "Hello, clanswoman," I said.

"We've never met, have we?" she asked.

"I don't believe we have."

"I was watching you and your playmate on the security cameras. She's very attractive. Where are you from?"

"I was born and 'made' near here, but I've been living in America for a while. Azelia became my life-mate just last night."

"I'm Lilith Byrne."

"Aengus MacKenna. The Duke suggested my mortal name, John Smith."

"The Duke? An older gentleman, looks to be about fifty, married to a slender blond woman about twenty years younger?" Lilith asked.

"The same! How do you know them?"

"My life-mate, Aiden, is the Duchess' chauffeur. One of her serving girls 'made' him, and he took me as his life-mate the night the duchess bought her first motorcar, a new 1927 Rolls-Royce Phantom 1. I worked as a seamstress then. I own this boutique now."

"Ah, here she comes," I said. "Azelia, darling, meet Lilith Byrne."

"Azelia, my sister, how are you?" Lilith, asked, taking Azelia's hand in her own.

"Sister?" Azelia asked, looking at me in confusion.

"She is one of Us. Can't you see it in her eyes?"

"Now that you say it, yes, I can. She looks like she feels The Hunger."

"I do," Lilith said. Gesturing toward the curtain through which she had come, she said, "Would you like to feed me?"

Azelia said nothing, but took my hand and followed the shopkeeper into the back room. It was sparsely furnished with a desk, some filing cabinets, and a king-size bed. In moments the three of us were nude.

Lilith was a slender woman, barely more than a teenager in her appearance. She had high, firm, moderate sized breasts, a flat stomach, and a wide gap between her slender thighs, in which her shaved, moist pussy dwelt. "Please, lie down," she said to us. 

Azelia had barely settled herself on the mattress before Lilith was between her legs. "Do you mind, sister?" Lilith asked. "I'm really feeling quite ravenous."

"You'll enjoy Azelia then, Lilith. She squirts," I said.

"Really?" Lilith remarked, her chin already moist with my beloved's juices. "Often, I have to work fairly hard to get a good feeding from a woman." She bathed and probed my life-mate's sex with her tongue, and reached for one of her nipples. "Are they sensitive, dear?"

"Yes," Azelia moaned.

"Mine too," Lilith said. "Aengus, don't just lie there and watch."

"Do you mind, Azelia? You'll get used to it. It's the way all of Us are when we get together," I said, taking my position behind the shopkeeper's slim hips.

Azelia managed to keep her eyes open, smiling at me, as she hissed, "Cumming."

Lilith swallowed as fast as she could, but some of my life-mate's nectar dribbled down onto her chin.

I pulled the small goth girl against me so she could feel my engorged cock slide over her buttocks to rest against the small of her back. "Where do you want it?" I asked.

"My ass, Aengus. It's been a couple of days. My life-mate and I have been working long hours getting ready for the Duke's party.

"When is that?" I asked, as I wiped some of Azelia's juice off Lilith's chin and lubed my cock with it.

"Next weekend. Now fuck me."

I spit in my hand and worked some of it into Lilith's pucker. Then I replaced my fingers with my cock and pushed gently.

"Fuck me!" Lilith hissed, forcing herself onto me. "Damn, that's good!"

I wondered how my beloved would react. She had been a virgin the night before, but had taken to fucking quite well. Still, this was what mortals called "cheating."

"You're going to do that to me tonight when we go back to the room," she said, lying beneath us. She was rubbing herself.

By this time, Lilith and I were copulating vigorously. We were pretty quiet about it, but I'm sure anyone in the shop out front would have heard the slapping sound her tight little buttocks made against my groin.

"Do you want my sperm inside your little ass, Lilith?"

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, please," Lilith grunted, slamming her sweet, tight asshole down over my shaft harder and faster.

Azelia came first. She must have been mindful of our semi-public placement, because she crammed her fist into her mouth to stifle her sounds.

Lilith and I watched her, and then the shopkeeper arched herself up against me and orgasmed. The aroma of her, the rippling of the muscles in her lithe body, and the almost feline purr that died in her throat urged me to empty myself into her bowels. The force was powerful, the load was large, and suddenly, I was very Hungry.

As is the custom among Us, Lilith cleaned my used manhood with her tongue. She looked at my bemused life-mate and said, "It's what we do. It's only proper to clean up after yourself, at least when you're with Us," she said, resuming her tidying-up process. Soon, she turned back to Azelia, took one final lick from my ball sack to my piss-slit, and said, "There. Clean, and ready to re-use."

"I've never sucked a cock with a girl watching before," Azelia said, "but I have worked up quite a Hunger. Well, actually, I had never really sucked a cock before last night." She moved next to Lilith and took my re-hardened member in her hand. "Our new friend could feed you, John."

"I would love to," Lilith said.

I grasped the slender girl and rolled her onto her back. Lifting her by the hips, I moved her so her slender thighs were resting on my shoulders and attacked her bare little pussy. Azelia positioned herself and resumed sucking my dick.

Properly fed, we cleaned up in the small bathroom she had back there, and then chatted as we dressed. Lilith asked, "Where are you going to wear your purchases?"

"Lillie's Bordello. John says he can get us in," Azelia said.

"Oh, going to try a little star-fucking?" Lilith smirked.

"Her choice. Personally, I don't go for the stars," I said. "I've had a number of royalty, wealthy, beautiful, well-known women over the ages, but lately, they've become so plastic. Give me a barmaid or a simple, honest, natural girl any day. They taste better."

"Often true," Lilith agreed.

"How can I tell a good one? I don't want to drink from just anybody," Azelia said.

"Don't worry, sister," Lilith said. "It's really no different from deciding which boy you would dance with at a school social function."

"I'll help you, baby," I said.

"It was good to meet you, Aengus," Lilith said, escorting us back into the main shop. "I'll tell the Duke you're back in town." Turning to my life-mate, she kissed her on the cheek and said, "Enjoy yourself tonight, my dear, sweet-tasting Azelia."

* * * * *

We enjoyed a quick shower back at the hotel. I conjured up a dark silk suit for myself, double breasted, tailored, pinstripes. I always enjoyed the clothing style of the Italian and Sicilian men who brutally accumulated wealth and power in the United States during Prohibition. Working in their clubs had paid well, both in money and pussy.

I walked behind my lover. "How do I look?" I asked.

She was sitting at the dressing table in the suite, finishing her eye make-up. She had used heavy black eyeliner, applied in a feline shape, similar to an Egyptian stripper I had once feasted on. She was blending green shadow high on her eyelids, an exact match to her eyes and her as-yet-unlaced green leather bustier. She hadn't seen me change from my bathrobe to my "gangster" look.

"Oh! All you need is a violin case!" she laughed.

"Too cumbersome. I might have a shoulder holster and a switchblade or two on me, though."

"The only weapon I'm interested in is the one in here," Azelia said, rubbing her hand lightly over the layers of silk covering my manhood.

"It's time to go hunting," I said. "May I tighten your laces?

I knelt before her. At the bottom, I made the garment snug. As I moved upward, each tug on the laces shimmied her luscious breasts. I stopped just below her nipple line, and tied a neat bow.

"That's awfully low, John. My boobs are almost falling out."

"I know."

In the taxi on the way to Lillie's, Azelia asked, "How are you going to get us in?"

"There are a couple of different ways I can use."

"Like what?"

"I can put our names on a guest list, if there is one. I could always teleport myself inside, but I wouldn't be able to bring you along that way. That's a skill we'll have to work on for you. If all else fails, I'll convince the doorman to take a break to get his cock sucked."

"What, you'll use me?" Azelia asked, blushing a little.

"Actually, I was thinking of just getting a girl in the queue to do it. It wouldn't be difficult. Look how easy it was to get the hotel clerk and the security guard to give you what you wanted."

We arrived at the club, and I paid the driver. As Azelia exited the cab, I was glad once again that I had convinced her to not wear panties.

There was a small line of couples and groups waiting to be admitted. A few faces looked vaguely familiar.

"Look," Azelia said, nudging me. "Is that, um,...?"

"I think so. Hard to tell with the glasses. She looks like she's ready for a stint in re-hab again, doesn't she?" I remarked.

"Since when is she seeing him?"

"I wondered what kind of people we would find here. Listen carefully, honey. Even though we are immune to all human disease, some things are still just nasty. Coke-whores are pretty high on my list of nasty things. We can do much better than the likes of her," I admonished.

"Assuming we can get inside."

"We will. Just look sexy and important. I'll take care of the rest," I said, taking her hand and moving toward the doorman.

"John!" Azelia hissed. "That man has a gun!"

"Where?"

"Fourth couple in line, the guy in the gray blazer," she whispered.

"I don't see it," I said.

"I smell it. It must be in his jacket. My grandfather had some hunting rifles. I can smell gun oil, but it's been fired since it was last cleaned. Recently, from the odor. My God, my nose is sensitive!"

"All your senses will heighten, but I thought concealed firearms were illegal here?" I said under my breath.

"They pretty much are. Not too many people have certificates," she said. "Our club would never let him inside."

"You just gave us our tickets through the door, my dear."

"What do you mean?"

"We're going to walk right up to that bouncer and you're going to tell him," I said, pulling her with me.

I guided her to the biggest, meanest looking man there.

"Get in line," he said. "At the rear."

"Sir, look at me," Azelia said.

He did, a grin trying to ruin his severe expression as he looked at her cleavage.

"Look at my eyes, please," Azelia said.

His pupils dilated ever so slightly when he did. She moved very close to him, and used her shawl to hide her fingers caressing the front of his trousers. "There is a man in line with a concealed gun. Short brown hair, gray blazer. That's not allowed, is it?" she cooed. "I just want to have some fun tonight. I don't want to be in any danger."

She finally removed her hand and her eyes from him, releasing him from her spell. It took him only a second to recover. He said into his Bluetooth, "I'll need some help out here taking some asshole down." To Azelia he said, "Miss, you and your friend should go inside now. We'll handle this. I'll check on you later to make sure you're okay."

Azelia smiled at him, causing his eyes to lock with hers briefly again. "I think I'd like that," she purred.

Two bulky men in dark suits moved quickly past us as we entered the building. We could hear some raised voices behind us as the doors closed.

The music in the club was loud. The band was some screamer/punk/death metal band called "No System." I caught the reference right away when I saw the little goth girl playing xylophone and keyboards. Her pink and black hair reminded me of the girl in the band LeStat sang with in the movie, "Queen of the Damned."

She happened to look my way, and she froze for a second. I could see her pupils dilate, and the nipples on her smallish breasts come alive under the black-sequined tank top she wore.

Azelia touched my arm. "Oh my God, the drummer," she said into my ear.

I smelled her aroma when I saw where she was looking. He was also sporting the video look with a shaved head, a chain-mail t-shirt, and a spiked collar. A full left sleeve of ink completed his visual statement.

"Would you like him?" I asked.

"I think so. I've read about this band. He and the keyboardist are together."

"That's convenient. With your permission, of course, my darling, I'll be feeding from her later this evening. Her eyes accepted that already," I said. "Let's find a table and order drinks."

A young man was there instantly. I ordered my Virgin Mary, and Azelia asked for a Mojito. As soon as the waiter was gone, she said, "Something smells odd about him. Stale, almost like mildew."

"That doesn't surprise me," I said. "Your nose is very sensitive, my dear. Our young waiter is a blood-sucker. I noticed a woman in line, too. Her nostrils flared when we made eye contact. Stay away from those types. They taste terrible."

"Can they harm Us?" she asked.

"They won't. They usually don't kill anymore; just feed and reproduce. We have something of a pact with their race, a mutual non-aggression agreement. They leave us alone and don't compete with Us for prey. Our blood makes them ill, so they don't feed on Us. We've been grudging allies in the past against the vampire-slayers and the Others. The old teachings say many a vampire burned fighting alongside Us, and our Clan made similar sacrifices.




The Hunger Ch. 02



"Are we still at war? You're scaring me," Azelia said.

"Yes. It's why I left America. Oh, we don't have the epic battles of our legends. The only way to kill Us is to burn our bodies to a charred husk. A lot of it these days looks like arson, electrical fires, that sort of thing. My departed life-mate, Alexandra, was killed in a vehicle accident. It was the Others."

"How do you know?"

"She was hit by a gasoline tank truck. It rammed her car, half ran over it. Gas was pouring out of the belly of the tanker all over the wreckage my life-mate was pinned in. There were sparks. When it was over, there wasn't much of her to bury."

"Oh, John, I'm so sorry!" Azelia cried.

"Witnesses said the truck came out of nowhere, which was probably accurate. No remains were found in the cab. It was unmanned. There was an investigation, and they eventually said the driver bailed and ran, but I knew. She knew. She told me as she died."

"Oh God, John! You were there?"

"No, my love, no. I was thirty miles away in a recording studio. Life-mates learn to understand how each other thinks, just like mortal couples do after a while. We just take it a lot further. Many life-mates can talk to each other freely from half a globe away. All we have to do is listen. I heard her panic in my mind. She knew what was going to happen as soon as she saw the truck. She saw the cab was empty. There were some Others standing on the sidewalk, watching the fuel pour through the torn roof of her car. Then, I heard her agony."

"What did you do?"

I looked at my new life-mate and saw the tears in her eyes, much like in my own. "I grieved. For a while, I tried to convince myself that it was a bad dream, or that I had lost my mind. I guess I may have, for a time. Then, I wanted revenge. I contacted some old friends and asked for their help. I got what I wanted. When it was over, I rested. I toured the country, knowing I might need to leave. Soon, the signs were there. Some Others were looking for me. That's why I'm here."

"Could they have followed you?" Azelia asked.

"They will, at some point, I imagine. That is one of the reasons I want to meet with the Duke."

The waiter returned with our drinks. Azelia wrinkled her nose when he spoke to her. "For you, my lovely lady," he crooned. "And my good sir, do you want black pepper in your drink?"

"No, I'll grind it. I know how he likes it. You're busy. It's fine," Azelia said, grabbing the pepper-mill possessively and shooing the waiter away.

I stifled my laughter until he was gone. "You little minx! You were about to tell him you wouldn't suck his half-dead dick for all the tea in China, weren't you?"

"He was repulsive. He was trying to glamorize me, for fuck's sake! Yes, that's exactly what I was going.... Wait! You read my mind?" Azelia asked.

"In time, we will be able to communicate quite freely without words," I said. "You don't realize you're doing it yet, but you projected your remark to me about the drummer, too. I knew you wanted him before you said it."

"I've always been attracted to the goth types. I just think he looks yummy."

"Hopefully he is, my darling. I caught a whiff of the keyboardist. Jasmine and honey." My gut growled slightly with The Hunger.

"I heard that!" Azelia giggled. "My belly's going to start talking too, if I look at him too long."

The band finished their set. "Excuse me for a moment, dear. I must talk to someone," I said.

"Sure," she replied. "Is everything all right?"

"Yes, yes. I think I see someone I know." I got up and hurried toward the restrooms. I saw him in the mirror at the sinks. "Conor? Conor Jordan?" I asked the slender blond man.

He looked up, surprise on his face. "Aengus? Is that you?"

"How are you, my friend?" I asked.

Conor quickly dried his hands so he could shake mine. "Wonderful, now that I see you. We heard about poor Alexandra, and then you disappeared. That must have been horrible for you. Everyone was worried."

"It was bad for a while. I'll never forget her. We knew it could happen -- that the Others might find us. When she was no more, I went into hiding for a few years, but then I realized Alexandra wouldn't have wanted me to age alone. Would you like to meet my new life-mate?"

"Meet? Or eat?" Conor leered.

"Behave. Where's Natasha? I haven't seen her in a century," I said, as I led my friend back to our table.

"Girls' night out. She and few of her girlfriends go out whoring around about once a month, so I always go somewhere to feed, alone."

"Azelia, my dear, meet a very old friend, Conor Jordan."

She looked at him, and then back at me. "He's one of Us!"

"I said he was old. He was born one year to the day after I was. He was 'made' at the Duke's castle, the same as me."

"Actually, it was under the light of the moon in the formal gardens. I didn't even know girls did that when she unfastened my breeches," Conor laughed. "Azelia, my dear, is old Aengus taking good care of you? How long have you been life-mates?"

"Only since last night," Azelia blushed.

"I thought you smelled nice and fresh," Conor grinned.

"Steady, you old dog," I said to Conor. "We're here to hunt, not to feed you."

The band was returning to the stage. Conor followed Azelia's line of sight to the drummer. "Go get him, tigress. He won't know what hit him, even though his girlfriend is a feeder."

"A feeder?" Azelia asked.

"Ah, that explains it," I said. "There are mortals who have been fed upon by Us multiple times. They become willing prey, thrilling in the safe and intense sex we provide them. No wonder her nipples got hard when she saw me. She wants me to feed on her."

"Have a good dinner, you two," Conor leered. "I'll let you two to your fun. Azelia, I hope to see more of you in the future. A lot more." He walked away as the music started.

By the end of the night, poor Azelia was squirming in her chair. It got worse when the drummer came over to us. "My girlfriend, Chloe, and I wondered if you'd like to stop by for a bit. Sort of an after-party. My name is Sean."

"We'd be delighted. I'm John, and this is my new bride, Azelia."

"Chloe will bring the car around."

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It was a short drive to their place. Azelia and I sat in the back, holding hands, our stomachs growling loudly. I wondered if Chloe understood that her woman-scent was making me very, very hard. Azelia smelled like she was dripping from the spicy, woody man-smell of Sean.

They took us into a dimly-lit room with two sofas and offered us wine. Chloe turned on some soft music. There was no question in her mind, apparently, of what was going to happen. She went upstairs to change, and came back down in a sheer black gown. We could easily see the hard nipples on her small, high breasts, and the wisp of black lace that served as a thong. She walked to Azelia and knelt in front of her to work on the laces of her bustier.

"Let's get this party started. I want both of you," Chloe said.

"I want him first," Azelia said, pointing to Sean as her breasts were revealed. "I'll get to you later." She kissed the slender girl's nipples through the thin fabric. "My John here will keep you entertained."

Azelia stood, her large, proud breasts swaying slightly as she moved. She unfastened her skirt, and walked over to where Sean was sitting. "Look at me, Sean. Take that stupid collar off and prepare to get your dick sucked."

Tiny Chloe was already mounted on my face, the unusual jasmine/honey taste of her rich on my tongue. Her smooth-shaven outer lips were soft, the inner ones warm and moist. Her gasps were matched by Sean's moans from the other sofa.

In time, Chloe fed me well, her fluids slick and sweet in my mouth. Sean did the same for Azelia.

Still shaking from her last cum, Chloe climbed off me and got me undressed. My manhood stood tall and hard, waiting for her. She did not disappoint. Her mouth engulfed me, her small, strong hands encasing what her lips could not. Azelia and Sean watched for a while from the other sofa, she licking her lips, and Sean grinning a tired smile.

"I think your man likes her technique," Sean observed.

"You didn't like mine?" Azelia asked.

"I never said that, love," the drummer replied, pulling Azelia back against himself and squeezing her big luscious breasts.

"I want to taste her, too," Azelia said, standing and pulling the drummer to his feet. She knelt behind the naked goth girl on the floor, grabbed her slender ass cheeks, parted them gently, and buried her face in the keyboardist's wetness.

Sean stood behind them, his vitality obviously returning. "May I?" he asked, gesturing toward my life-mate's up-turned ass.

"I believe you should ask her. Your girlfriend is sucking my cock, so it's all right with me," I said.

Azelia paused from her meal to say to Sean, "Not in my ass. That's for John later tonight. Fuck me, but take it slow at first. I was a virgin last night."

"Damn!" Sean muttered as he fondled my beloved's shapely ass. He slapped his cock against her a few times, smeared it with her juices, and slowly entered her. As he advanced, Azelia renewed her assault on Chloe's bald little cunt, encouraging her to take me deeper.

I came first, rope after rope of my product bathing the keyboardist's throat as she forced herself onto me. When I was spent, she licked me clean, pinching her own little nipples as my Azelia fucked her with her tongue. Sean was now plowing my life-mate deeply, his fingers digging into the flesh of her buttocks.

When Chloe sank to the floor, done for now, Azelia straightened her back, giving Sean full access to her amazing breasts. "Don't cum inside me. I want to drink you again," she whispered.

She took another feeding from him, and I dined well on both the girls again. Azelia cleaned my spunk from Chloe's tired pussy, and I filled my woman twice myself. We called a cab to go back to our hotel when our hosts were sated.

There was a note slipped under our door. I recognized the wax seal immediately. I broke it and read the words within.

"My dear," I said, "Tomorrow you will meet the duke."

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To be continued...



The Hunger Ch. 02



My pussy wasn't neglected long. Jim took position between my spread thighs and his cock was quickly filling me to the brim once again. I groaned lustily as I felt him slide deep into me. His pubic hair tickled my engorged, shaved pussy. I raised my outspread legs and wrapped them around his ass, allowing him to enter even deeper. He slowly began to thrust into me, each thrust leaving me feeling full and stretched. I was so engrossed in the feeling of having this wonderful man fucking me; I was surprised when I felt Sharon's soft lips meet my own. Her tongue entered my mouth and we shared a long, slow, soft, heart stopping kiss as her husband continued to slowly drive his cock into me.

Our lips parted and our eyes met. "How is he? Is my sweetie taking good care of you?" she asked as her hand fell to my breast and started to softly caress its expanse.

"Oh gawd yes," I replied. "He's wonderful, one for the record books. When he's done with me I know I'll have been truly fucked," I added, giggling. "Thank you so much for sharing him with me."

"Ohhh, you are very welcome. Trust me when I say, it's been my pleasure," she said, smiling beatifically.

Sharon's eyes left mine and she looked towards her husband and said, "Fuck her good darling. Make sure tonight is a night she will never forget."

"Oh, I plan to, I definitely plan to," he replied with a grin on his handsome face. 

"Regardless of what else happens... mmmm... I think tonight is already one... mmmm... I will never forget," I commented, my words interspersed with occasional moans as Jim began to slowly pick up his pace. "It's already been a night... mmm... of many firsts for me." 

Sharon looked at me, grinning, and said, "The nights still young and I hope you can spend the whole weekend with us."

"We'll see tomorrow," I said, "if I'm capable of taking much more of the two of you."

"Well, we'll talk about that tomorrow then. Right now Jim here has some business to take care of. Take good care of our guest sweetie. I'll be right back." With her parting comment, Sharon gave my breast a squeeze, gave me a quick kiss, and got up from the bed. 

"Ahhhh," I groaned. "Fuck me Jim, fuck me hard. I need you."

That was all the encouragement he needed to pick up his pace from the slow, languid tempo he had been keeping while we had been talking. It had been enough to keep me simmering, but now I needed more. I needed to be well and truly taken by this man. I needed to feel his hard, thick shaft plundering my pussy like I had only imagined in my fantasies. 

My wishes were fulfilled. Jim thrust hard into my gaping pussy. The base of his cock collided with my swollen labia, with an accompanying wet squishing sound. I felt the head of his cock touch my cervix. I could feel my juices being forced out of my pussy as he filled me. My groans of pleasure kept time with his thrusts as he began to pound his cock into me with power and determination.

"Yes! That's it! Fuck me hard, just like that!" I screamed. Jim was giving me the fucking that I had always dreamed of. This was the hard, pounding, animalistic sex of my fantasies that I had never been able to encourage my previous lovers to deliver. This was what I had hungered for and my hunger was being fulfilled by a smorgasbord of pleasure. 

"Fuck this little slut, Jim. Give her what she wants," Sharon said, encouraging her hubby.

Sharon referring to me as a slut was at first a shock, but then it morphed into something else. I found that I liked her language. It turned me on. I later realized it struck at the submissiveness within me that I had until then kept locked away, deep inside me. It also had a more immediate effect upon me. It caused me to open up mentally to what was going on in a way I had never been able to with any previous lover. Almost like a subconscious trigger, it put me into a frame of mind to be able to relax and accept being taken, even being used by this couple. 

Just as I felt my pleasure begin to peak, I felt Sharon's soft hands caressing me once again. I opened my eyes and saw her hand sliding down my belly, holding something. "Here's a little extra treat for you. Something I hope you enjoy as much as I do," she said. 

I saw the glint of something metallic in her fingers trailing a wire behind it. I suddenly recognized, through the clouds of my lust filled brain, that it was a vibrating egg. She seated it in the folds of my labia and against my clit while also resting against the shaft of Jim's cock. 

The sudden jolt of the vibrations hit me as Sharon slowly turned up the power. It was as if raw voltage was flowing into my clit. The sensation of the vibe in addition to being ravaged by Jim's girth was enough to take me to a new level of pleasure. As if the addition of the vibe wasn't enough, I felt the soft caress of Sharon's hair on my quivering belly and chest. That was followed by the sensation of her tongue flicking my engorged nipple. Her mouth settled onto my nipple, sucking it in as Jim continued his relentless thrusts. In addition, her fingers settled on my other nipple, grasping, pinching, and pulling on its sensitive length.

To put it simply, I was overwhelmed with the sensations that were flooding me. I tried to absorb all the feelings racing through me but it was as if they no longer existed individually. I guess it's what they refer to as sensory overload. I was no longer capable of any sort of cognizant thought. I was simply a creature of sensation. I seemed to hover on the sweet edge of orgasm for an eternity. I allowed myself to remain in this place, this place of supreme erotic energy, free from the constraints of time and space. This was something else, beyond orgasm, and in some ways better, if that is possible. I was somehow aware of my own sounds of pleasure. They were an odd mixture of moans, groans, grunts, screams and unintelligible whimpering. In addition to my own sounds, the soft, feminine murmuring of Sharon at my breast, the oh so very male grunts of Jim, and the soft, wet sounds of his cock sluicing into my wet pussy joined the orchestra of sensuality that surrounded me. 

I was once again jolted by the sensation of Sharon's teeth clamping down on my nipple and her finger's pinching my other nipple tightly between her fingers. Having my nipples treated roughly has always been an orgasmic trigger for me once I get to the right level of arousal and she, being the intuitive lover that she is, had discovered this. 

My body thrust up off the bed, almost as if I was being levitated. Jim's cock sank deep into my core. My scream of orgasmic release echoed in the room as I fell over the edge of the cliff into sexual oblivion. Tremors shook my impassioned body as I exploded. The intensity of my climax was one that I had never before experienced. All the while, my new lovers never ceased their efforts. His hard cock repeatedly plumbed my depths and her mouth continued to suckle and bite my nipple. One orgasm merged into another so that I had no idea where one began and the next started. I have no clue as to how many times I came. 

Somewhere in the midst of this delirium, as if from a distance, I heard Sharon say, "Cum in her Jim, fill her up, give her your cum."

I vaguely recall the sensation of his cock swelling even more and then throbbing deep in my cunt as he sprayed his load into my depths. The physical sensation and mental imagery of his orgasm, accompanied by his very male roar of release was enough to refuel my own orgasm and my body was wracked by a final ecstatic climax. 

I don't know if I passed out or was simply so wiped out I just tuned everything out for a while. When I recovered from the post-orgasmic tremors, still blissfully floating, I found Jim lying beside me. His wet, softening cock was draped over my equally drenched, still tingling thigh. He was nuzzling my ear and cuddling. I also felt the softness of Sharon's hair brushing my legs.

"Sharon loves to clean up the left-overs after I have been with another woman," he whispered into my ear. "I hope you don't mind. Just let her know if you are too sensitive."

"MMMMmmm, s'ok," I moaned from a parched, post coital mouth. 

"We left her plenty to clean up. I thought I was never going to stop cumming, and you squirted like a fire hose when you came," he said as I felt Sharon's delicate tongue begin to lick my thigh, heading towards my overheated pussy. 

His words made me suddenly aware of the cool wetness of the sheets beneath my ass as I slowly began to become more cognizant of my surroundings. I also noted the strong odor of sex in the room. The aroma was heady and I took a deep breath and savored it like the bouquet of a fine wine.

She looked up from between my thighs, her gleaming eyes meeting my passion clouded eyes. "I love the taste of my man's juice mixed with a lover's. This is always a special treat for me. I hope you don't mind," she said.

"No, its ok, I'm just real sensitive right now," I croaked. 

"I know, trust me," she replied.

I felt long swipes of her tongue on my thighs that moved slowly towards my pussy. She softly licked my still engorged labia, collecting our juices clinging there. I then felt her tongue slowly, almost delicately; insert itself inside my slightly gaping pussy as it gathered Jim's load that was recently deposited there. The sensation was sensuous rather then overtly sexual. I sensed a certain amount of intimacy in her actions. It was if she was trying to join with Jim and I in a way by sharing in this moment. As I continued to float in my post orgasmic reverie and savor Sharon's gentle oral ministrations, I reflected briefly on this act of sharing. The symbolism of her actions were not totally lost on me, even in my foggy brained condition.

Sharon was careful to avoid my clit, which was way too sensitive to take much manipulation. She finally retreated from between my thighs, but only after delivering a final kiss to my labia. The kiss was accompanied by a very satisfied and harmonious moan from both of us. She moved up next to me, cuddling into my side, opposite Jim, and pulled a warm down comforter with her as she did. I wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her to me. Our lips met in a kiss and I tasted, for the first time, the combined female and male essence still coating them. It was definitely an interesting and not at all unpleasant flavor. I recall thinking at the time that I needed to taste it directly from the source at some point in the near future.

"Are you sleepy?" Sharon asked.

"I could nap for a while," I replied, "but these sheets are soaked. We need to change them."

"No need, there is a plastic mattress cover under them. We'll get them in the morning. You're not the first squirter that's been in this bed. Let's move to another bedroom to sleep. We often do that when we play. That's one advantage of having this big ole house."

"OK, if I can walk. I have a feeling I may be more than a little rubber legged right now," I replied. "Besides, I think I need to make a trip to the bathroom. I'm surprised I have any fluids left." 

"OK, I'll give you a hand, I know the feeling," she said, her understanding clear in her words. 

Minutes later, the three of us were cuddled again in a dry bed, my bladder empty, and my parched throat refreshed by a glass of water. I was somewhat struck by the caring and intimacy Jim and Sharon demonstrated. It was something I had rarely seen in previous lovers and it made me appreciate my wonderful, new lovers even more.

'What a night,' I thought as I began to slip into the embrace of sleep, sandwiched intimately between Jim and Sharon. I found myself content in a way I had never dreamed possible. For the first time that I could recall, I felt sated and satisfied to an extent I never thought possible. 'What more was in store for me,' I thought as I faded into blissful slumber.

Author's Note: Again, your votes and feedback is greatly appreciated. Stay tuned for Chapter 3.



The Hunger Ch. 03



Please read chapter 1 & 2 before beginning this chapter. While this chapter can be read as a stand alone story it is entirely dependent on the events of the earlier chapters. A writer thrives on your feedback. Please take a moment to vote and leave a comment if you feel so inclined. I hope you enjoy my scribbling.

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I awoke, confused, to the sounds of nearby sex, wet flesh slapping wet flesh. 'Where am I?' I thought. Then it suddenly came back to me, the wonderful, lust-filled night I had spent with Sharon and Jim. I rolled my head to the side and saw the source of the sounds. Jim was fucking Sharon doggy style on the other side of the bed. From the sounds she was making it was evident that he was doing a very good job of it. I laid there watching, enjoying my voyeuristic reverie until the pressure on my bladder forced me to leave the warmth and comfort of the bed. 

As I got out of bed, I noted the time on the alarm clock on the nightstand. It was almost 9:00. I had slept later then I had in months. 'A well deserved sleep in,' I thought. 

I silently slid into the adjoining bathroom, attempting to not disturb Jim and Sharon's early morning fuck. Sharon cried out, signaling her joyous release, as I closed the door. I quickly relieved the pressure on my bladder. I was pleasantly surprised that my pussy was not as sore as I had thought it might be. There was a dull ache that served as a pleasant reminder of the previous evening's libidinous festivities. I did feel well and truly fucked and was marvelously happy about it. I reflected on the fact that this was a feeling I wouldn't mind having on a more regular basis. 

I slipped into the shower and washed the remnants of the previous night's activities from my slightly achy body. The warm water helped work out some of the tightness in muscles that had rarely been put through such a strenuous workout. After drying off, I found a new tooth brush that had been left out for me and also took advantage of the disposable douche that Sharon must have thoughtfully left for me as well. Feeling refreshed and almost human I quietly slipped back into the bedroom to check on the status of my lovers' sunrise sex. 

My timing was perfect. Jim was depositing his load into his wife's cunt as I entered. She was apparently enjoying her own orgasm as he filled her with his seed. Their mingled sounds of release greeted my ears as I slid back into bed. I smiled as I recalled the joy that had accompanied my own enjoyment of his sexual talents only a few hours before. 

I softly caressed both of them, making them aware of my presence. Sharon slumped forward from her position on her knees onto her belly. Just a hint of her husband's load gleamed on her still engorged labia. His cock, suddenly left exposed to the air, shined with a fine coat of their combined juices. 

Watching the conclusion of their early morning sexual aerobics relit the fire in my own pussy and gave me an idea. Finally speaking, I said, "I hope you don't mind if I volunteer for clean up duties this time."

"Mmmmm, no sweetie, go right ahead," Sharon moaned.

I leaned over and took Jim's slowly deflating cock in my mouth and twirled my tongue around it. I was rewarded by the exquisite co-mingled flavors that remained. I could taste both the distinct male and female flavors and at the same time the mixture of the two had its own unique characteristics. It was if the two mingled flavors complemented each other in a marvelous way. Sharon, having recovered slightly, rolled over and was watching me. She smiled as I sample their essence on her husband. I allowed his cock, now a mere shadow of it former glory, to slide from my lips and I smacked them with a satisfied grin on my face. I moved to Sharon and positioned myself between her spread thighs. A much larger meal awaited me there. 

I attempted to copy the slow gentle technique she had used on me the night before. I started on her thighs, licking the musky, viscous juices that coated her soft flesh. In addition to the taste was a heady aroma of sex that seemed to permeate the air between her thighs. I breathed deep and allowed this aroma to permeate my nose and sinuses, absorbing it with all of my olfactory nerves and tried to commit it to memory. My tongue and lips moved on to her labia, licking up the dew deposited there. My actions resulted in soft moans from Sharon as my tongue licked and then my lips sucked at her flesh. A pearly white, slightly frothy trail of thick liquid oozed from the mouth of her pussy and down towards the rosebud of her asshole. It tantalized me and drew me towards it, urging me on to taste it. A quick swipe of my tongue collected it and I swirled it inside my mouth, savoring the taste. The taste, as well as the naughty joy of experiencing the remnants of their fucking drove me on. I delved into the chasm of her recently fucked pussy and my tongue strove to sample the residue of their love making. I twirled my tongue inside her after I pealed back the engorged petals of her labia with my fingers, collecting the juices there and pulled it back into my mouth. I could hear Sharon's groans as I attempted to dive deeper into the void of her recently vacated pussy. 

I had finally emptied her of everything that I was capable of obtaining. She drew me up beside her and we cuddled. Soft female flesh was pressed tightly against soft female flesh. My breast was pressed into one of hers and our legs intertwined. Our mouths met and she sampled the taste that still remained on my lips. I ran my fingers through her hair and finally settled into the nape of her gorgeous neck. 

"Do you see now why I enjoy clean up duty," she asked.

"Mmmm, yes, I think I definitely do," I murmured. 

We both fell silent and simply enjoyed the intimacy of holding each other for a few minutes. The warmth and tenderness of the moment was a nice contrast to the raw lust that I had experienced since allowing these people into my life. 

My reverie was interrupted by Jim. I hadn't even noticed that he had left us. He entered the bedroom, carrying a tray with two cups of coffee, a creamer and sugar bowl. 

"Kim, I didn't know how you took your coffee, so I went ahead and brought a little bit of everything," he said.

"MMmmm, thank you. That's very kind of you," I replied. 

"If you want to stay in bed for a while, that's fine. I have breakfast cooking. It'll take another 30 minutes or so," he said. 

"Such a wonderful lover, and a cook too? Be still my beating heart," I said, giggling.

"Truth be known, Jim is an excellent cook and breakfast is one of his specialties," Sharon said. 

"Well, after last night, I think I may have worked up an appetite. I've already had an appetizer. It wasn't very filling, but it certainly did wake up my taste buds," I said. 

My response got a gleeful smile from both Sharon and Jim. I instructed Jim on how I wanted my coffee and after delivering a cup to both Sharon and I, he returned to his culinary duties in the kitchen. Sharon and I plumped up some pillows and sat shoulder to shoulder against the headboard, sipping our coffee in silence. 

"Kim, did you decide if you would like to spend the rest of the weekend here with us? We could go to the pool today and let you see what a nudist camp is like. That is, if you are up for it. No pressure. If not, we can just hang out here at the house," Sharon said. 

"I hadn't really thought about it, until now," I replied. "I'm a little more clear-headed now and I think that I would enjoy spending more time with you and Jim. I know I have really enjoyed the time I have spent with you so far." I added, the meaning of my comment clear in the lecherous smile on my face.

"I'm sure you will enjoy your time here with us. I know you still have a lot of things you want to explore and experience and I think you might like some of our friends here that I can introduce you to. Some of the folks that are members and residents here are rather... uummm... open minded," she said, pausing to take a sip of her steaming coffee. Going on, she said, "The nudist lifestyle is basically non-sexual. Its philosophy is based on the idea that the naked body is not sexual and that we can enjoy clothing free recreation without sexual hang-ups or implications. However, nudism does tend to attract some rather open minded folks such as swingers. There is definite overlap between the two lifestyles. We do tend to be discrete about it though and don't rub our sexual activities in the face of the non-swinging nudists. Most nudists camps are family oriented but the kids that spend the night have a 10:00 curfew. It's not unusual to find some adult activities taking place at the hot tub after 10:00."

I sat there listening and absorbing the information that Sharon was dispensing while sipping my coffee. I did find Sharon's alternative lifestyle very fascinating. About that time Jim reappeared and announced that breakfast was ready. 

Breakfast was marvelous. We had ham, cheese, and mushroom omelets, accompanied by hash brown and biscuits with homemade strawberry preserves that Jim had obtained at a local roadside produce stand. We chased our breakfast with fresh squeezed OJ and another cup of aromatic coffee. Jim's culinary skills lived up fully to Sharon's claims. It was one of the best breakfasts I could recall ever having enjoyed. 

After expressing my thanks to Jim for breakfast, Sharon and I started cleaning up. She brought up whether I wanted to stay for the rest of the weekend again. After reflecting on what else I needed to get accomplished over the weekend, I came to the conclusion that it was nothing that I couldn't put off. I told her yes, that I would be happy to stay if it wasn't too much trouble. She replied that it would be fun and no trouble at all. We then started planning what we would do for the rest of day. When asked if I was up for checking out the rest of the camp's facilities, I wavered. As confident as I had been going into this weekend, I wasn't sure if I was up to be seen naked in public. Sensing my uneasiness, Sharon said that I could wear one of her sarongs and take it at my own pace if I liked. Grasping at the compromise, I told her yes, that I would like to check out the rest of the camp.

After we had finished cleaning the kitchen and loading the dishwasher I went in search of my overnight bag. Finding it in the spare bedroom where it had been deposited the night before, I attempted to clean myself up and brushed my teeth again. Deciding to forego makeup, I brushed my hair and put it up in a pony tail. Sharon joined me as I was finishing up and brought me a wrap and a pair of sandals I could wear as we took our tour of the camp. I found my purse and extracted a pair of sunglasses in case they were needed. She grabbed a beach bag and we set off. Sharon informed me that Jim had already set out to make his rounds of the camp and to check in with the manager to make sure everything was OK.

As we walked out the door I noticed that the weather was going to be beautiful. The sun was bright, the sky clear, and it was warming up nicely. 'The afternoon may turn out to be on the hot side, better suited to indoor activities' I thought. Sharon and I climbed into a golf cart parked beside the house and began a short drive from their isolated house to a cluster of buildings I could see in the distance. We drove through what appeared to be a small trailer park. She explained that some of the members kept an RV at the camp as a weekend retreat and that some others lived on-site permanently in larger mobile homes. There was what looked like a small sub division on one side of the camp and she explained that the camp actually sold lots to some members that decided to build a home there. As we continued our drive, the cool morning air flowed around me. I was taken by how Sharon was so comfortable being nude in these surroundings. We saw a scattering of naked people out in their yards, mostly doing the day to day domestic activities such as attending to landscaping or taking out the trash. I was taken with how natural it all seemed. This could be any regular neighborhood except for the lack of clothing. I even saw some nude children playing in a yard as carefree as you would expect of kids their age. The adults I saw ranged across the entire gamut of humanity. Short, tall, young, old, thin, and heavy body types all seemed to be represented. I noticed that it was definitely not a beauty contest, although there were a few people that I would consider attractive. I also noticed a large number of golf carts parked around the various dwellings. Sharon explained that within the camp the carts were the preferred form of transportation. She also explained that there were several small cabins and some travel trailers that could be rented to members and out of town guests. I was somewhat surprised to find out that the camp was a vacation destination for visiting nudists. I had been to a few tropical vacation spots that had topless beaches, but the idea of nude vacationing was new to me. 

I noticed my nipples had also hardened, not from arousal but from the cool breeze. I was reassured when I looked over at Sharon and noticed that her nipples were in the same condition. During the drive Sharon kept up a lively dialog, playing the tour guide and answering my occasional questions about the camp. She frequently waved and called out a hello to friends and acquaintances as we proceeded. 

We finally reached the central complex of the camp. This was mostly made up of sports and recreational facilities grouped around a large swimming pool and club house. She explained that there was usually a Saturday night dance at the club house. There was also a softball field, something Sharon called a petanque court, a tennis court, a very large hot tub near the pool, a small gym where I saw a very well built man leaving with a towel draped around his shoulders, and lastly a couple of volleyball courts. I laughed when I saw the volleyball courts, flashing back to old reruns of MASH in which Trapper and Hawkeye had eagerly awaited the arrival of their nudist magazines featuring nude women playing volleyball. I suppose I was as guilty as most people of thinking of nudists with that sort of stereotype. Near the clubhouse was also a restaurant. I was somewhat surprised at this. I had never considered the idea of dining in the nude. This was all turning out to be an eye opening experience. 

When we reached the pool, Sharon asked, "Would you like to check out the pool? Are you up to catching some sun?"

Feeling braver and slightly less nervous, I said yes and we dismounted the golf cart in a parking area that seemed to be designed for this type of vehicle and walked towards the pool. There was a scattering of a few early risers around the pool but it was still empty. Sharon waved at a few people and we soon found a couple of pool lounges off by themselves where we could have some privacy. At least until the pool began to fill up. 

I took a deep breath, steeling myself, and untied the knot above my breasts holding the sarong in place. I removed the sarong, exposing myself to anyone that cared to look. It was a new experience for me and in some ways it was one that I found enjoyable. It was if the freedom that I felt had transported me to a new level of personal honesty. My eyes met Sharon's and she smiled sweetly, as if completely understanding the range of emotions I was feeling. 

"Here, you will need some of this," she said, handing me a bottle of sun block. I gratefully accepted it, glad she had thought of it. Although I had a decent tan, the pale triangles over my breasts and hips clearly showed that sun had never seen those areas. Those were areas I definitely didn't want sunburned. "We call new folks like you cotton tails like the rabbits," she said, giggling and pointing at my blazing white ass. "That too shall pass," she added.

It was still a little cool, but not unpleasantly so. It was cool enough, with a light breeze blowing, that we still had two sets of hard nipples on display for anyone that cared to look. Sharon acted as if it was no big deal so I tried not to worry about it. We settled in a comfortable chat, discussing a wide range of topics from day to day life to her and Jim's swinging lifestyle. She made me feel very comfortable and as the day went on I became much less nervous about my nudity. Of course, having Sharon there, acting as if there was no difference between this and a day at the public pool helped a lot.

My front had gotten a lot of sun so I flipped over to get some sun there. Sharon offered to put some sun screen on my back and I accepted. Her slippery hands on my back, legs, neck, and ass felt wonderful. When she was done, she asked me to return the favor. I was happy to do so, and as I greased her up, I couldn't help but flash back to our activities of the night before and earlier that morning. I felt my pussy quiver as I reflected on all the fantasy fulfilling experiences I had had in the last few hours. I was tempted to run my fingers a little deeper then necessary as I applied the sun block to her ass, but recalling her earlier warning about no public sex in the camp, I controlled my urge. 

After finishing I laid back down on the lounge and turned my face towards her. "Your hands felt wonderful," she said.

"So did yours" I replied. "I was tempted to run my fingers where I shouldn't have."

"As nice as that would have been, it wouldn't have been appropriate," she said.

"I know... that's why I didn't do it. It was hard to keep from touching you there," I said.

"Believe me, I know the feeling," she stated. "I felt the same way. If you want, me can go back to the house and take a nap this afternoon," she said, smiling broadly at me. 

"If it's the kind of nap I think you are talking about, that would be great," I replied, returning her smile. 

An older couple settled into some lounge chairs nearby after saying hello to Sharon. She quickly changed the subject to a more mundane topic in case we were overheard. When a shadow was cast upon us, Sharon and I both rolled over to see who was there. There was a young woman standing there. She was very petite, like me, but that's where the similarity ended. Her hair was dyed a bright red and her body was adorned with numerous piercings and tattoos. Her pussy was completely shaved and her breasts fairly small, perhaps a large A cup. If it wasn't for the tats and piercings, I would have guessed her to be much younger then the early 20's I took her for. Although her appearance was somewhat bizarre, I did find her to be very sexy. 

"Hello Sharon, can I join you and your friend for a little while," she asked.

"Hello to you too Amy, this is my friend Kim. Please pull up a chair," Sharon replied.

After Amy and I exchanged hellos she sat down next to us. When the older couple got up and got in the pool she said, "Sharon, we're having a little get together at our place tonight and we wanted to invite you and Jim, and Kim here if she is into it, to join us. I think you will know most of the people there. It'll be all the usual suspects," she said, followed by a giggle, almost like a little girl.

"OK, that sounds nice, let me touch base with Jim and talk it over with Kim. Can I let you know in a couple of hours?" Sharon asked. 

"Sure that would be great," Amy replied.

"What can we bring?" Sharon asked.

"Just the usual, whatever you want to drink, maybe a snack and of course bringing Kim along would be nice treat," Amy said, smiling at me. The sexual connotation of her last remark was very clear. 

"OK, I'll be in touch," Sharon said.

"Super. Well, I have more invites to deliver, so I'll be off."

"Talk to you later," Sharon replied as Amy strode off.

"Well, you just got invited to your first swing party," Sharon stated. "Do you think you are up for it?"




The Hunger Ch. 03



"I'm not sure, you had better fill me in on the details before I decide," I replied, somewhat surprised by this sudden turn of events.

"Well first off, you are in no way obligated to go. We can just stay home tonight if you want to. I'm sure the three of us can have our own fun."

"Would you and Jim go if I wasn't here this weekend?" I asked. 

"Probably, but that's not really an issue for us. We'll end up having fun whether we go or not," she said, smiling.

"OK, so tell me about the hosts and the party itself. As you know, this is all pretty new to me. That's not to say that I'm not intrigued by the possibility," I said, trying to get the facts upon which to base my decision. I had always been a rather analytical person, both in my professional and personal life and I always liked to do some research and information gathering before making a decision. 

"OK, the hosts. You met Amy of course. She grew up coming to the camp with her parents. I've known her almost all of her life. She's really sweet. Don't be put off by her physical adornments. She has a little bit of a wild child in her but otherwise is a wonderful person. Her parents are some of our oldest lifestyle friends. As a matter of fact, they are also partners in the camp. When she was old enough to learn the facts of life, her parents told her that they were swingers and explained it all to her. So, in a way, she has not only grown up as a nudist but also aware of swinging. She's not been in swinging that long, just a year or so. She got into it after she moved in with her boyfriend Mike, the other host. They live over there," she said pointing to a cluster of mobile homes. Mike grew up coming out here too and is the handyman for the camp. We gave them a double wide trailer to live in as part of his salary. They have been together as a couple for many years. I guess you could say they were teen sweethearts."

Sharon stopped for a minute, catching her breath and allowing me to absorb the information she had shared. "Will her parents be at the party?" I asked.

"No, that's not something that either couple is comfortable with. At least not yet." she said giggling. Besides, her parents are out of town this weekend. Most of their friends are younger than us, mostly in their 20's and early 30's. We're sort of an exception to the rule. Amy and I have always had a weird connection. It's hard to describe, part surrogate Mom, part Aunt, part big sister, part mentor and part friend. I guess you can throw in part lover to that mix in the last few years. I was her first female lover. I guess you could say I popped her cherry when it came to bi-sex." 

When she was 16 and decided she wanted to give Mike her virginity she came to me for advice about how to go about doing the deed. A little over a year ago, when she and Mike decided that they wanted to explore swinging they came to us. Jim and I sat them down and had a long talk about it. We discussed the pros, the cons, how to get started, and what to watch out for. Needless to say it was a far ranging conversation. When they decided they wanted to explore the lifestyle further, we took them to their first swing party. Now they are occasionally hosting their own parties. They usually like going to the swing clubs where they can dance and hang out with the younger couples but they do have an occasional party at home. We always get an invite, but don't always attend. We have our own group of friends closer to our own age that we play with. Its not that we don't like Mike and Amy's friends, but other then sex we don't have a lot in common with them. Not that we have a problem with the sex, mind you. It's just that for us swinging is also a social lifestyle. For a lot of younger couples it's mainly just about the sex. I'm not putting them down for their attitude; it's just the stage they are at in their lives. I do enjoy their parties, but it's something I have to be in the mood for. Jim will be all for it, he likes fucking the young women and they like being with an attractive, experienced, and skilled older man. The men there are long on energy, but sometimes short on experience. Sometimes energy can be fun though," she said, smiling and obviously reflecting on a few of her favorite trysts. 

"OK, I think I understand," I said. "What about the party? What can I expect?"

"Let's get in the pool, I need to cool off." Once immersed, she continued the discussion. The cool water felt refreshing after the increasingly warm sun. "Let me explain the rules first, there are basically only five of them at this kind of party. First, no means no, with no exceptions. That's an absolute, but if you do turn someone down, try do be polite about how you do it. If they don't take no for an answer, which is unusual, just let someone know. They will be shown the door. Second, if a bedroom door is closed, the occupants don't want to be disturbed. Third, even if the door is open, don't dive right in. Ask before joining people that are already playing. Four, if you do drugs, do them at home and don't make your friends share the risk. Five, social drinking is fine, drunks are not. If you have to get drunk to have a good time, then you are at the wrong party."

"OK, that seems reasonable. What about condom use?" I asked.

"That's up to the people involved. It's reasonable to ask someone to use one but if you do, be prepared to provide your own."

"Wow, I'm going to school here."

"Hehehehe, yea I know what you mean. You are getting the cram course."

"What about unattached singles like me? Will I be accepted?"

"Most party hosts, but not all, readily accept unattached, especially bisexual, women. They help take up the slack when the guys are recuperating," she said, giggling. "Single guys are a case by case situation, depending on the hosts. There won't be any problem with you in this group. The girls and guys will love you. I think Amy especially took a liking to you."

"You think so?" I asked.

"Yeppers, I sure do. She had that look in her eye. I have a feeling you'll like her. Mike too. For a guy his age he's a pretty darned good lover. Maybe that's because I helped teach him," she said, grinning.

"OK, I guess I'm game. I'll go to the party if you and Jim want to go. I know I will be really nervous, so just help me out if I need it. After all, I did come here to explore. I guess this is just one more step in that process, right?" 

"Great, I know you'll enjoy yourself. Remember there is no pressure to join in if you don't want to. If you just want to watch, that's fine too. Just take it at your own speed with whatever you are comfortable with," she explained. 

"OK, that sounds good. Thanks for reassuring me," I replied. 

After getting out of the pool and returning to the lounges, our conversation moved back to the more mundane topics of ordinary life. After a couple of hours, I announced that I had had enough sun. The pool area had filled up with couples and a few families. As we gathered up our things, I considered the fact that I had not been self conscious at all about my nudity after my initial timidity. After the few pangs of nervousness I had quickly grown accustomed to it, and even had grown to love the freedom. I had decided I could definitely get used to this and proclaimed myself to Sharon as being a convert. We took a quick shower by the pool to rinse off the sun screen, sweat, and chlorine before returning to Sharon's house.

We swung by the camp's office on the way back to the house and found Jim there, conferring with some guests. Sharon pulled him aside after he had finished his conversation and filled him in on Amy's invitation. I saw his eyes light up and he quickly agreed to go to the party if I agreed. Sharon informed him we had already discussed it and I was good with the plan. She went on to tell him that we were going back to the house to rest up and that he should too, as soon as he could break away. He agreed and said he would see us at the house in a little while. 

After arriving at the house, we prepared a snack. I didn't need a full lunch after the sumptuous breakfast that Jim had prepared. I noted the time. It was already 2 o'clock. It was funny how you could exist here with little or no consideration of time. That was something else I enjoyed at the camp, compared to my professional life that was driven by schedules and deadlines. 

Sharon called Amy and RSVP'ed for the three of us. After discussing a few details she said goodbye. Sharon asked if I wanted to join her for a nap since our night would probably be a late one. I agreed and helped her change the sex stained sheets on their monster bed before laying down for a nap. I couldn't help but flash back on all that I had experienced as we did so. The condition of the linens was a very tangible reminder of the sort of sexual epiphany I had gone through.

I stretched out on the bed and Sharon quickly joined me. She cuddled into me as I lay on my side, her soft breasts pressed into my back and her soft breath on my neck. She wrapped her arms around me, embracing me around my belly. It was a very intimate feeling. 'I could get used to this,' was my last thought before I slipped off into blissful slumber.

I awoke to the feeling of pleasure; warm and sensual pleasure. As consciousness returned, I discovered Sharon between my spread legs, enthusiastically licking my pussy. I was already fully aroused, my pussy engorged and dripping. 'What a wonderful way to wake up,' I thought. I almost purred in delight, and in so doing signaled to Sharon that I was fully awake. 

"Her juice covered face appeared from between my thighs and she said, "I thought you might need a little help waking up from your nap. I hope you don't mind." 

"Not at all, you can wake me this way anytime you want," I replied, grinning at her. 

She returned to the task at hand, her tongue flicking on my clit was soon joined by a finger in my pussy, then two, thrusting in out, filling me nicely and stroking my G-spot. My moans of pleasure filled the room as she administered to my overheated crotch. I allowed myself to be taken, passive, as I simply absorbed the sensations she provided as she made love to me. I felt no urgency to cum, but rather allowed myself to climb the heights at a languorously slow pace. 

Changing tactics, Sharon rolled my thighs upwards, so that my knees were almost to my breasts. Her mouth moved to my ass and I cried out in delight as I felt her tongue caress the exposed rosebud of my ass. Her mouth and tongue loitered there as I absorbed this new and exciting sensation. My pussy clenched tightly on her fingers as the feelings from my ass blended and synergistically joined with those from my cleft. 

Just as I thought I might be approaching my orgasm, Sharon shifted tactics once again. My groan of frustration quickly morphed into one of extreme pleasure as I felt her lips once again return to my clit. Before the echoes of that sound had died out, another louder scream filled the room as I felt her lubricated finger slide deep into my saliva covered asshole. I was simply awash in the sensations of my overloaded nervous system. 

While I had always fantasized about anal sex, and had even done some masturbatory exploration on my own, the reality of it with my less then skillful previous lovers had left much to be desired. However, I now reveled in the attention I was now receiving in that little explored area of my body. 

The second finger sliding into my ass and stretching that orifice rapidly and pushed me towards my release. Sharon was finger fucking both my holes while at the same time very actively sucking and licking my clit. I realized through the fog of pleasure that my hands had journeyed to my breasts and sharp stabs of self-induced pleasure/pain had joined the cacophony of sensations exploding through my body. My orgasm was sudden, sharp, intense, and sustained. The tremors that were the after shocks of my orgasm traveled through my body long after its conclusion. I laid there in a state of lethargy as I recovered, floating in a post orgasmic haze. 

When I finally recovered, the first thing I saw was Sharon's juice covered face by my side. She leaned in for a kiss and I tasted myself on her lips. I licked off some of my fluids coating her face. Our eyes met in a meaningful way and we shared a moment together that was more intimate then I recall ever having enjoyed with any previous lover. It was if we clicked on a different level: body, mind, and soul. 

Our reverie was interrupted by the sound of clapping. I looked over towards the doorway to the source of the sound. There stood Jim, naked, clapping. "That was beautiful, totally beautiful," he said. "Watching the two of you together was a delight to behold." 

"Thank you, kind sir," Sharon replied. "Would you care to join us?"

"As appealing as that may be, I think I had better take a rain check. I have a feeling that the two of you would end up wearing me out and I would be a total waste for the festivities later on."

"OK, but it's your loss," Sharon said. 

"I have no doubt of that," he said. "But regardless of how appealing the prospect of joining you two ladies for a little romp may be... my poor male flesh does not have the endurance you sexy tigresses do. Besides, I still need to get a nap in."

"Well, you have to appreciate a man who knows his limits," I croaked through parched lips. 

"Jim, would you be so kind as to get our guest a glass of water? I think she could use some re-hydration," Sharon said.

"While Jim was gone I looked at Sharon once again and said, "What about you? Can I return the favor?"

"I think I'm going to take a pass too. I'm going to save myself for the party. I'm not as young as you and I don't have your energy. I have a feeling I may need all my energy for tonight. Besides, I really enjoyed pleasing you. Sometimes that's enough for me and this is one of those times."

"OK, so I owe you one, or two, or whatever, I've lost track," I said, giggling. 

"You don't owe me anything," she said, as Jim returned with my water. "We're not like that."

I accepted the water and after sharing it with Sharon I said, "If you say so." 

Jim slid into bed beside me and I was once again cuddled by both of my lovers. I briefly considered how nice it felt. The combination of Jim's masculine body and Sharon's softer, curvaceous body pressed against my own made for a wonderful contrast. It was definitely another example of the "best of both worlds" philosophy of which I was rapidly becoming a huge fan. 

"I do say so. Hey, we probably need to get up and get moving, it's getting late. We probably don't need anything heavy to eat but I know I'll want a few drinks tonight and the snacks at the party aren't going to be enough. Why don't we go fix something as well as something to take to the party and get dolled up while Jim sneaks in a nap?" 

I rolled over and looked at the clock and saw that it was almost 6 o'clock. "OK, slave driver, if we must. Although, laying here with both of you feels pretty damn good."

Sharon gave my ass a swat and said, "Get your lazy ass out of bed and get up."

"Mmmmm, that felt pretty good," I said, grinning at her. "OK, I'm moving, I'm moving."

We left Jim to rest and after making a brief pit stop in the bathroom we made our way to the kitchen. We both pitched in and working as a very efficient team had a large salad adorned with some broiled chicken breasts prepared and cooling in the refrigerator. We also prepared some spicy queso with browned spicy breakfast sausage to take to the party. Cooking in the nude was a new and unique experience and I thought I could really learn to love this new lifestyle.

After we had finished and cleaned up the kitchen, Sharon and I retired to the bathroom to start preparing for the party. She and I shared a shower and while there were some playful caresses, kisses and touching, we did not get to overly involved. 

After drying and trying to make my hair presentable I retrieved my bag and worked on my makeup. Observing Sharon, and taking my key from her I applied it a little more heavily then I normally did, going for more of a sexy look then is my normal style. I borrowed some of her lipstick; a shade she referred to as "cock sucker red." I giggled at this. 

She offered, and I accepted, a disposable douche. Sharon explained that she would take a couple more with us in case, as he put it, "our kitties need a little touch up during the party." When she started digging under the vanity she explained that she often used a fleet enema before a party when she might be engaged in anal play. She asked if I wanted to use one too. 

"You know, from our conversations, that I am an anal virgin except for a little bit of the kind of play we did this afternoon," I explained. I continued, "It's not that I wouldn't like to try anal, but to be honest I'm more than a little nervous about it. To say that my experiences in that area, until now, have been... well... a disaster would be an understatement."

"I understand," Sharon said. "Why don't we do this? Let's go ahead and get you cleaned up, and if the opportunity presents itself you'll be ready. If not, no loss. Just remember, there is no pressure for you to do anything you aren't ready for. Personally I love anal sex, especially when I'm feeling as horny as I am right now. It brings out the bad girl in me and my orgasms from anal are really intense. However, I know that all women don't necessarily share my enthusiasm for it. I know what you mean by disastrous experiences too. I was pretty much the same until I met Jim. He was the first man I had been with that truly understood how to make love to a woman's ass. At first, considering how thick he is, I was totally against the idea. Over time, I warmed up to the idea. I think a lot of it has to do with confidence in yourself, and confidence in your lover."

Reassured by Sharon's understanding, I told her that, yes, I would go ahead and use the enema she had offered. It was a strange experience. I had expected it to be more like a douche, but the feeling of fullness in my rectum was unexpected. After I had flushed a couple of times, I was clean and fresh, front and back. 

After a few final touch ups, I went to set the table for dinner while Sharon went to wake Jim from his nap. We enjoyed the salad together, laughing and joking over dinner like old friends. I was comfortable with these friends in a way I had never been with anyone before. It was if I had known them my whole life. Everything was fair game for discussion and nothing was taboo. It was if the intimacy we shared in the bedroom was extended to and permeated every aspect of our friendship. This was a surprising, but not wholly unwelcome development. I found it refreshing in a way. I could share myself, all of me, with these people in ways I had never thought possible with even my closest friends. The excitement, including my own, about the evening's upcoming activities served as a palpable backdrop to the dinner discussion. 

I was shocked when Sharon shared our discussion about anal sex with Jim. I could feel myself blush, but when he seemed to take my concerns seriously and with a level of understanding that I had never thought a man was capable of, my embarrassment soon faded. We shared an informative, and to be honest, arousing discussion of the pros and cons of anal sex. I was intrigued by Jim's male viewpoint on the topic. I was even further engrossed by his announcement that he enjoyed a good prostate massage in conjunction with oral sex. I found myself becoming more and more involved in this discussion between bites of the delicious salad.

After we finished dinner, Jim went to the shower while Sharon and I loaded the dishes in the dishwasher. Following Sharon, we retired to her bedroom. She explained she liked to wear something sexy to the parties. Since we were staying inside the camp it didn't have to be anything overly elaborate, just enough to help entice the libidos of her potential lovers. I couldn't help but find this slightly humorous, getting dressed to look sexy in a nudist camp, and told her so. Sharon agreed that it was slightly odd when looked on from the outside but went on to explain that lingerie could be used as an enticement, a tease for what is beneath it. The nudist lifestyle however wasn't really about sex, but rather the natural enjoyment of life without the hindrance of clothing. 




The Hunger Ch. 03



With that in mind, I looked through my overnight bag for something appropriate for the occasion. My selection was limited to the few items I had brought along, almost as an after thought. I settled on a black silk teddy that had detachable garter straps. It had a thong back and I always thought my ass looked good in it. The plunging top and under-wire cups also made my cleavage look good. I retrieved the hose and heels I had worn the night before and they were added to the ensemble. Checking myself in the full length mirror I decided that I definitely looked fuckable. Happy with myself, I turned and found Sharon struggling with the lacings on a waist cincher. I quickly offered my help. She asked me to tighten the lacing a couple of times until I was amazed that she could breath. Her waist was cinched in tight, and I was somewhat mesmerized by how it altered her shape. I helped her attach hose to the garters and she added a shelf type bra that did a wonderful job of presenting her breasts for any that cared to behold their beauty. She stepped into a pair of heels. A quick look in the mirror and a final adjustment of her breasts in the bra and she was ready for whatever the evening had to offer. She offered me a silky robe to wear while we drove over to the party which I accepted. 

Jim joined us and gave a whistle as he saw us in our lingerie. "There are some swingers that need to watch out tonight. There are a couple of very sexy ladies on the prowl," he growled. 

Jim put on a silk jock strap that I thought showed off his package and muscular ass at its best. Sharon and I went to the now empty bathroom to touch up our make up, including our "cock sucker" lipstick, before we left. She had prepared a bag with a few things to take to the party. I wasn't entirely sure what it contained other then the douche and a couple of wraps she said we could change into later if we wanted to. We also went to the liquor cabinet and grabbed a few bottles to take to the party. I chose a bottle of Chablis that would be enough for me. I didn't really want to get to drunk and make a fool out of myself.

Jim joined us for a minute and said, "Sharon, I can't find my party pills. Have you seen them?"

"Yea, look in the medicine cabinet in our bathroom where they always are," she replied, giving me a look of frustration. 

"Party pills?" I asked.

"Yea, he takes a Cialis before a party. He says its his concession to age so he can keep up with the young guys," she replied. 

"Ohhh, OK. I never thought about that. It sure doesn't seem like he needs any help along those lines. He sure didn't last night," I said.

"He doesn't really. I think it's just a matter of being there is he does need it. If the party goes on longer than expected it might help him get it up one more time. He doesn't want to leave any ladies disappointed that they didn't get their turn with him. He does tend to be very popular at parties," she replied with a giggle. 

Smiling, I said, "I can see why. He's pretty popular with me."

"Jim is usually good for at least two or three times at a party, which is pretty damn good for a guy his age. With the Cialis he's more confident or the third time, and usually a fourth time."

"Wow!" I replied. "That's more then most guys I have been with 20 years younger than him."

"Yes, my Jim is quite the sexual athlete," she giggled. "He says he has to be to keep up with."

"I can see his point there," I replied, giving Sharon a wink. 

We rejoined Jim and after gathering up everything, including the queso, we loaded the golf cart and set off to Amy & Mike's. The butterflies were fluttering in my stomach as we bounced along the pathways of the camp. My nervousness was only exceeded by my excitement. One thing was certain; it would be a night I would never forget. The hunger had been lying dormant, but had returned and I felt its excitement coursing through my body. It was like an adrenaline high. The excitement I felt was only slightly tempered by my nervousness. As we got closer to Amy and Mike's house the hunger was increasingly winning out over the nervousness. 

Please stay tuned for Chapter 4 of The Hunger for the details of Kim's night at the party. Please take a moment to vote and if you enjoyed this story, please check out my other stories as well. 



The Hunger Ch. 04



Please read chapter 1, 2 & 3 before beginning this chapter. While this chapter can be read as a stand alone story it is entirely dependent on the events of the earlier chapters. A writer thrives on your feedback. Please take a moment to vote and leave a comment if you feel so inclined. I hope you enjoy my scribbling.

The drive to Mike and Amy's trailer was a short one. When we arrived at the double wide trailer I noticed a few other cars and golf carts parked outside. I was happy we weren't the first guests to arrive. Jim held Sharon's and my hands as we negotiated the wooden steps of the deck in front of their home in our heels. I was glad he did, as it would have been a little tricky on our own. The shoes may be sexy but are not designed for going cross country.

We entered without knocking and were immediately welcomed by Amy. She greeted Jim and Sharon with a kiss and then did likewise with me. The kiss was slightly more then a peck but it held promise of things to come. Amy was wearing a see thru, gauzy robe that allowed her numerous tattoos and piercings to still be visible. 

As our lips parted she whispered in my ear, "I hope you have a good time tonight. I know you are new to this. Just relax and if you have any questions or problems just come find Sharon or me. OK?"

I nodded my understanding. Our eyes met in a smoldering gaze of mutual attraction and desire and she left me to retrieve the queso from Sharon to add to the buffet and then off to resume her other hostess duties.

Sharon slid up beside me, "It looks like you just made a new friend. You could certainly do worse," she whispered, grinning at me. 

Sharon took my hand and with Jim in tow she took me to make the rounds and introduce me to the other guests. The first couple we met was John and Cathy. I was slightly taken aback by them. They looked like a couple from the cover of Muscle and Fitness magazine. They were both 30'ish, tall, very attractive, and very muscular. They are obviously dedicated body builders. Cathy was wearing a tight, "little black dress" that clung to her frame. Her smallish, firm breasts and hard nipples were clearly evident under the dress. She has short blonde hair and very expressive blue eyes. I could see a hunger in them that in my current state of arousal I could fully sympathize with. John was neatly dressed in a polo shirt and dockers that displayed his physique. I couldn't help but check out John's crotch, wondering if it matched the rest of his massive physique. They both greeted me warmly with a hug and a kiss. I was quickly coming to realize that this was the custom among swingers. As we chit chatted briefly I couldn't help but day dream a little about what such bodies were capable of in bed. I was certainly open to the idea of finding out for myself.

Next I was introduced to Steve and Terri. Steve is about 5'10" and thin. He has a warm smile and a handsome face. Terri was quite different then her husband. She is rather plump, but not overly so, with large breasts, a generous, well rounded ass, and a bit of a rounded tummy. Terri was wearing a longish silk and lace nightgown and Steve was wearing a matching satin robe and boxer set. During our conversation I learned that she had recently had a baby and was still losing the weight she had gained during her pregnancy. As a matter of fact, this was their first party back after the birth of their son. It was readily apparent that they were excited to be able to play with their lifestyle friends once again. Terri and Steve exuded a certain eager sexuality that I found enticing.  

While we were talking, another young man joined us. He was carrying several drinks. Jim quickly grabbed two of the glasses. Sharon leaned in for a kiss after his load had been lightened and gave him a very enthusiastic kiss. 

"Amy just whipped up a batch of margaritas and asked me to bring ya'll some," he said. "Hello, you must be Kim that I have heard so much about. I'm Mike, Amy's boyfriend. Welcome to our hacienda."

"Thanks Mike, I'm glad to be here," I said as I pressed myself against his tall, lanky frame and delivered the obligatory welcome kiss and hug. Mike was only wearing silk boxers and I couldn't help checking him out. His body is obviously that of someone that does some physical work but he isn't bulky like John and Cathy. The tattoos covering his body and the nipple rings clearly showed the mutual interest that he shared with Amy. His shoulder length brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail. His deep brown eyes seemed to soak me up as he flagrantly checked me out. 

After chatting with Mike for a while, Sharon led me to meet the final couple attending the party. They had arrived while we were making the rounds. They were an older couple, at least older then the majority of the other attendees. I guessed that they were in the early 40's. Lynn is a voluptuous woman, with large breasts and a full ass. She was wearing a black leather corset that displayed all of her assets to their full benefit. Her tightly cinched, small waist made her hips and breasts look even more tantalizing. Her slightly extreme makeup and long, dark hair gave her an almost dangerous look. It was clear that this was a woman that knows what she wants and is not afraid to go for it. I felt a tangible thrill run through my body as we embraced and kissed when we were introduced. 

There was something about her that struck a cord in me. In some ways she scared me, but in other ways she produced a new level of excitement in my already turned on body. The way she looked at me made me feel like an antelope being watched by a lioness. This was something I was unaccustomed to, this sort of open, honest, unveiled desire. In some ways it was a turn on, being so desired, especially by another woman. In another way it was somewhat disconcerting. I soon came to understand that it was just part of this new lifestyle. The people did not feel the same social inhibitions that were part of my upbringing. They accepted the desire they felt and fed upon it.   

Her husband Ken was tall, fit, blond haired, bearded, and blue eyed. Almost like the prototypical Norse god. He was dressed in black leather pants and a matching silk shirt. His demeanor seemed to match that of his wife, strong, confident, and sure of himself. I was definitely turned on by his attitude. I suppose that such a personality in a man, or woman for that matter, has always been something I find attractive.

After all the introductions were made I wandered about, mingling with the other guests. I stuck fairly close to Sharon and Jim. They filled me in on intimate bits and pieces of information about the other guests. We partook of the snacks laid out on the dining room table and had a few more drinks. Somewhere along the way Sharon and I shed our robes. Several of the other guests also did likewise, exposing more flesh as the night progressed. The one thing that surprised me the most was the casual atmosphere of the party. Except for how we were dressed, and the underlying sexuality that accompanied it, the night was not very different from any number of cocktail parties I had attended in the past. Don't get me wrong, there was plenty of sexual innuendo and flirting. That was not different from many straight parties I had been to, but the difference was there was a certain degree of honesty and openness that accompanied it. It was if everyone there was able to accept and relish in their sexuality and desire in a way that was taboo or inhibited in "straight" society. What we all felt was no different then what others may feel. The difference was in how they dealt with it by accepting the desire, instead of being ashamed of it.

While we were mingling and socializing Sharon was whispering details about the other guests to me. This had the effect of increasing my already heightened level of arousal. My nipples seemed like they were about to burst through the top of my teddy and my pussy was swollen and damp. 

These details included the fact that our hostess, Amy, was probably the wildest of the group and was into just about anything and everything that came her way. Sharon described her as a "try-sexual," meaning she will try just about anything once. Terri, it seems, is a devotee of anal pleasure and particularly loves having a hard cock buried in her ass. She was also described as being a true artist when it comes to giving oral sex to a man. Cathy is very much into women, and as her body would suggest, a true sexual athlete. She has been known to take on everyone at one of these parties and is quite insatiable. Lynn, as well as her husband, is also into BDSM and both are dominants. This did not surprise me in the least. Sharon did go onto to explain that they toned down their BDSM activities when involved with swingers and kept the two lifestyles separate, but were always on the lookout for a latent submissive among their swinging friends and acquaintances. I couldn't help but wonder if I was one of those people they were searching for. Sharon also mentioned that all of the women in attendance are bi to some degree or another but that none of the men were. I would come to find that was common within the swinging lifestyle.  

As for the men, Sharon said that Mike had a very talented tongue and a long thin cock that she described as "perfect" for anal sex. John has wonderful endurance and a thick cock that Sharon described as a "pussy stretcher." Steve is a bit of voyeur and really enjoys watching his wife play with other another couple or individual. He eventually joins in, but likes to sit on the sidelines until another man is needed in the party. Ken, as I mentioned earlier, is a take charge type of lover and has a talent for bringing out the untamed sexuality of a woman.     

After we had been there about an hour, the sexual tension in the house seemed to be reaching a peak. The electricity in the air was tangible. It was if the flirting and teasing that had gone on only served to whet the appetites of the guests and hosts. It became clear to me that the social part of the evening was intended as that, a teaser of things to come later in the evening. There was a fair amount of drinking, but nothing that I would describe as excessive. The alcohol served as a social lubricant. 

Finally the hostess decided to break the ice. She approached me and said, "We have a bit of a tradition at our parties. The hosts get the honor of playing with the new guests for the first time if they are agreeable. Would you like to go back to one of the bedrooms and play with Mike and me?"

My eyes met Sharon's and she nodded. For some reason, that I didn't understand, it was if I needed her approval. I replied, "I think that I would like that very much,"

Sharon took my hand and placed it in Amy's and said, "You kids run along and have fun. Play nice." I caught the smirk on Sharon's face out of the corner of my eye. 

Amy leaned into me and gave me a short but passionate kiss. She took my hand and led me towards the back of the house with Mike trailing behind. We arrived in a surprisingly large bedroom and Amy spun me around into her arms. Her lips met my own and we were soon lost in a lingering, even more passionate kiss. Her hands wandered over me and with some sort of sixth sense I could feel her growing lust that hung over us like a mist. 

Amy's hands wandered over my body and I could sense Mike's presence nearby, waiting and watching. Amy's wandering hands soon found a purpose as they began to work towards freeing me of what few garments I wore. I was jolted from my erotic reverie and I responded by helping her shed her attire. I sensed Mike doing so as well as he intently watched the action between his wife and me. Our mouths continued to be fastened to each other as our hands roamed over an increasingly exposed landscape of flesh. 

Finally nude, Amy spun me around and positioned me on their bed. I was not there alone for long as she quickly joined me and I felt her mouth on my sensitive neck and ears. Her lips and tongue only served to stoke my inner fires further but they did not linger for long. I soon felt her tongue licking the perimeter of my breasts. This only served to tease my already heightened senses. I was ready for more direct stimulation. I felt the growing need to be pleased and to please her. 

When Amy's mouth finally found my erect nipple I responded with a loud groan. Yes! This is what I needed, what I desired. My hands were in her hair, pulling her into my breasts, and encouraging her to take me, to make love to my breasts. She followed my cues and I felt her licking evolve into strong sucking and eventually I felt the pressure of her teeth as she nibbled on my nipple. I encouraged her to be even more enthusiastic and I soon felt the delicious sensation of her teeth as they clamped down even tighter, while her tongue flicked over the exposed tip inside her mouth.

"OHhhhh godddd yessss," I cried out as I felt the mixed pleasure/pain sensations rumble through my body and settle in my dripping cunt. I felt Amy chuckle to herself as she moved to my neglected breast and repeated the process until I was once again urging her to be more aggressive. I rolled my head to the side and saw Mike in a nearby chair, smiling, while watching us intently and stroking a fully aroused cock. 

I felt my nipple leave Amy's mouth with an audible pop and she raised her face and looked me in the eyes. I could see the hunger in her eyes. "I have to get a taste of this pussy," she said blatantly. 

"Please allow me to return the favor," I said in response. Her eyes lit up and she nodded. 

She spun around and straddled me, her pussy quickly appearing over my face. I took a moment to look it over as I was still new to exploring the bisexual side of my sexuality. I wanted to absorb every nuisance of it. She was so different from Sharon. Not only was her totally shaved mound decorated with a climbing rose tattoo, but her clit hood was pierced with a curved bar as well as both of her outer labia with matching rings. Her inner labia were long almost delicate looking lips that hung down almost like velvety smooth curtains, glistening with moisture. Her thin, small body did not have the more womanly abundant flesh that Sharon had on her hips and thighs. I could also feel the cool metal of her pierced nipples and belly button on my skin as she lay on top of me. 

I was forced back into the here and now of the situation by the sensation of Amy's lips on my pussy. I responded by grabbing Amy's almost boyish ass in my hands and pulling her pussy down to my face. I began by covering her thighs and mound with a series of soft kisses. I could feel her moan into my own pussy in response. I began to move closer and closer to her pussy with my mouth and her moaning and enthusiastic efforts in my own pussy responded in kind. When I finally took her dangling labia between my lips and sucked them I felt a more urgent groan from her. My own moans into her pussy seemed to set up a sort of feedback loop as we ate each other's cunts. I allowed her to take the lead, but as she did something to me, I followed as I fucked her with my mouth. I recall thinking that it was almost like dancing, with her taking the lead.

I felt her fingers open me and then her tongue began to explore the inner recesses of my pussy. I again followed and lost myself in the sensations of her pussy, including her sweet taste and heady aroma that seemed to saturate my sinuses. We both delved deep for some time and as if she sensed my rapidly growing level of need, moved her attention to my clit. Delicate little butterfly licks soon evolved into sucking, firmer strokes of her tongue, and occasional nibbles. I felt the inevitable crescendo begin to build within my body. For my part, I matched her stroke for stroke, aided by the presence of the piercing that allowed me to further pleasure her. I soon found that she liked it played with, especially if I look it between my lips and gave it a little tug or pushed it around with my tongue. I keyed into her moans and groans and tailored my efforts to maximize them as I felt them vibrating from her mouth and through my pussy. The feed back loop was in full effect and it only seemed to intensify what we each felt. 

I felt her ass tighten in my hands and the formerly gentle movements of her pussy across my mouth became much more urgent. I realized that she was getting close and I redoubled my activity on her clit. I felt a finger dive into my pussy, burying itself in my liquid depths. Again, I imitated her and I felt her pussy grasping at my finger. Her finger quickly retreated and I felt it rubbing against the rosette of my ass. The finger made two more trips to my pussy to retrieve more liquid and I copied her each time. I gasped between her thighs as I felt her finally slowly slide it into my ass. Amy responded with a very enthusiastic groan of her own. The vibrations of the groan seemed to echo through my body.

The finger was the last straw and I felt myself begin the slide into orgasmic bliss. Amy, for her part, was very sensitive to my needs and realized that I enjoy my clit treated rougher then most women. She was enthusiastically sucking and biting it as I rushed towards release. I felt her own upcoming climax in the tension in her body and the volume and frequency of her moans. It was like a race as we sprinted towards the finish line. I struggled to continue to pleasure Amy as my own pleasure distracted me from my efforts towards driving her to her own release. 

She got their first, but only by a few seconds. I tumbled over the edge into orgasmic oblivion right behind her. My body contracted and quivered as I shuddered through my release. Bolts of pleasure flowed through my body like lightning on a summer night. My orgasm was intense and drawn out and it felt as if my entire universe was centered on my cunt. I vaguely recall feeling Amy's body shuddering through her own orgasm through the veil of pleasure that enshrouded my consciousness. I can distinctly recall the contractions of her ass on my finger that was still slowly stoking in and out. 

When her orgasm was over, she jerked off of me. I realized that I was still sucking on her clit and she was probably too sensitive to handle that level of direct stimulation. When she pulled away, our fingers also were suddenly dislodged from each other's asses.

"Mmmmm, I'm sorry," I managed to say from my own personal fog.

"It's OK, just too sensitive," she managed to mumble. 

"I know," I replied. 

When I managed to look down at her, she was curled up in a fetal position, her body still trembling in her post-orgasmic shudders. Her face was covered in my juices, soaking her hair as well. 

"I guess I should have warned you that I am a squirter. I hope I didn't drown you," I said.

"Mmmmm, I don't mind at all. I really liked it. It was a pleasant surprise," Amy managed to say.

She rolled over and snuggled in next to me, our faces next to each other. I could feel my wetness on her face against my shoulder. Our eyes met and I could see the pleasure in hers. We were soon kissing once more, tasting each other on our mouths and tongues. The kiss eventually developed into a snuggle fest as we mutually enjoyed the post orgasm bliss.

Finally Amy spoke, "Kim, I think its time that we rewarded Mike for being so patient, don't you?" I had been lost in my reverie and totally forgotten about Mike. 

"Oh yes, he has been a very good boy. Bring him on," I replied. 

Amy wiggled her finger in his direction and Mike anxiously joined us on the bed. He leaned over to kiss us both and said, "The two of you were beautiful together, I didn't mind waiting at all." 

"Mike always likes watching me with another woman. It's one of his biggest turn-ons," Amy commented. 




The Hunger Ch. 04



"Well, maybe you can teach me a few of his other turn-ons," I replied. 

"Hmmm, I think that can be arranged." 

"Where she would we start?" I asked.  

"Well, for starters I know he would love a blow job. Would you care to do the honors," she inquired while smiling at me. 

"I'd love to," I responded. 

I rolled to my side and got an eyeful of Mike's long, slightly thin cock. Perfect for cock sucking I thought. I noticed it had a piercing at the base, just above his balls. I began licking it and was rewarded by a groan from him. I looked up and saw Amy kissing her husband while I got the party going again. His cock was covered with pre-cum and I remember comparing it to Amy's flavor that still saturated my mouth. It was saltier and less sweet, musky, and definitely very male. I looked up again and saw Amy busily sucking on Mike's pierced nipples. He definitely wasn't complaining. I slid his cock into my mouth, covering it with my saliva. Mike released a throaty groan as his cock slid deeper into my mouth.

I started a series of shallow in and out motions, slowly taking him deeper while testing my own abilities to swallow him. My hands were on his ass, controlling the depth and speed of his penetration. He seemed happy to let me have control, not like some men that are a little too anxious to bury their cock down your throat. I was finally able to get most of him in my mouth without choking and he seemed to enjoy the mouth fucking I was delivering. 

"It's a good thing I gave him a BJ before the party," Amy said, "otherwise, he'd be blowing his load in that talented mouth of yours." 

I stopped sucking him long enough to say, "I'm not sure if that would be a bad thing. He's awfully tasty"

She giggled and said, "I know what you mean, but I think we can come up with some better places for him to put his cum."

"Such as?" I asked during another quick interruption. 

"Well... a little bird mentioned to me earlier that you may have an interest in exploring anal sex and this little bird suggested that Mike's cock might be perfect for your first time," she stated while maneuvering Mike into a kneeling position in front of me. I suddenly recalled Sharon's earlier comments about Mike and realized she had been scheming with Amy.

"Maybe," I mouthed as I continued to suck Mike and felt Amy shifting positions. 

"Mike has a lot of stamina after he has cum once, so we can just take our time and see where it goes, if that's OK with you," she said as I felt her sliding under me, between Mike's legs.

"OK," I mumbled around Mike's cock. Amy's mouth joined mine and she was soon sucking his shaved balls. His groans increased to match the level of stimulation he was receiving from our mouths. Her wet slurping of his balls served to create an interesting accompaniment to the sounds produced by my mouth sliding up and down the length of his member, as well as our gentle moans and his more manly groans.

I saw Amy move again and then felt her hands on my own on Mike's ass. She guided my hands to pull his cheeks apart and I soon heard a very loud groan from Mike. "He loves to be rimmed while he's having his cock sucked," she commented. 

Mike began to make shallow thrusts with his hips, alternately moving his cock between my lips and his ass back onto his wife's tongue. I compensated for his movements and adjusted my own movements to match him. I finally managed to work his cock fully down past the opening of my throat. This was something he seemed to particularly enjoy, based on his moans of appreciation. I was somewhat amazed that I was able to take him so deep as easily as I did. I am definitely not a deep throat queen like some women I have known. I do however enjoy the feeling of power I experience that comes with this particular act. 

"We had better stop or poor ole Mikey here is going to need some down time to recover. After all, he's a mere man," I heard Amy chuckle in amusement from the other side of his hips.

Following Amy's lead I took one last deep stroke and then kissed the head of Mike's cock. As I kneeled in front of him, he pulled me to him for a kiss and said, "Thank you, you were wonderful. Maybe we can get together some other time more of that."

"Typical man," I said, "not that I really mind."

That got a hearty laugh from both of my lovers.

Amy pushed Mike over onto the center of the bed and quickly straddled his hips. "I hope you don't mind if I get a little of him first, I need to feel a cock in me," she said.

"Not at all, go for it, I don't mind watching for a while," I replied.

"Watching wasn't exactly what I had in mind," she said as she took his cock in her hand and slid down onto it. I couldn't help but be a little amazed with the ease at which she took his cock in one swoop into her tiny body. As she started a slow rhythm with her hips she reached out and took my hand and guided me over next to her. Placing her other hand behind my head, she pulled my lips to her own. Again we met in a passionate kiss as she bounced on her husband's cock. My hand glided down her back until it was on her small, tight ass and I began to caress it as it slid on and off his cock. Meanwhile, I broke our passionate kiss and moved my mouth down to her small, pert, and until now, unexplored breasts. 

What Amy may have lacked in breast size was more then made up for with her nipples. Honestly, I can say that her breasts fit her body well. Her nipples are long and get very hard. They fit into the pencil eraser category very well. Their appearance was only enhanced by the small, delicate gold rings adorning them. I was soon to find out that they are very sensitive as well. I alternated licking them and this soon evolved into increasingly strong sucking. 

"Harder," she groaned.

I followed her instructions and suckled her harder. A few exploratory nibbles received a positive response as well and I was soon lavishing some very firm attention on her nipples. She really liked it when I took the piercings between my lips and stretched her nipple out away from her body. I kept watching for some sign that I was being too rough, but never seemed to reach that point. In this we are very similar, particularly when our passion is peaking, and I innately understood what made her tick. 

The activity directed at her breasts seemed to have ignited other desires in Amy. "Spank me," she gasped. I complied with a few soft swats. These only resulted in another gasp of "harder." I progressively worked up the ferocity of the swats until my hand began to ache. The harder they were, the more she seemed to enjoy them. The sound of my hand striking her flesh seemed to echo like a gunshot through the room. The sound, along with her resulting moans and Mike's more guttural groans created a melodious symphony of lust. 

Mike looked to me and said something for the first time, "don't worry, she likes it hard." Confident that I wasn't exceeding her limits, I set up a pace of alternating swats to her ass as hard as my hand could comfortably handle. In the room's dim light I could see the pink outline of my hand where it had landed on her ass. She seemed to enjoy the caresses of my hand on her quickly warming cheeks between strokes. In the mean time, Amy's pace on Mike's cock had increased and her hand on my head was urging me to be ever more forceful with my oral attention to her nipples. I sensed her oncoming orgasm. 

With a shudder and a shrieked cry of release, she came. I stopped what I was doing and allowed her enjoy the pleasure flooding through her body. Mike had a huge grin on his face as he watched her quiver atop him, his cock buried deep within her. 

Surprisingly, she quickly recovered and spun around on Mike's cock so that she was facing his feet. She quickly started up again, rising up and down on his rampant cock in long, deliberate strokes. She looked at me and said, "Lick me... please."

I repositioned myself between Mike's legs and she leaned back to give me better access. I started off slowly, licking her outer labia and taking her labia piercings between my lips and pulling gently. This progressed to licking the delicate petals of her inner pussy lips as they stretched around Mike's girth. She seemed to really like that. Finally as their fucking became even more enthusiastic, I redirected my mouth to her clit. Again, I concentrated on the piercing, and licking the exposed head of her engorged clit as it peaked out from under its hood. My hand moved down to cup Mike's balls and I received an appreciative groan from him in response. 

It wasn't long before Amy was at her peak once again. I felt her tense and when she went over the edge I moved my tongue to where her labia and Mike's cock met. Her juices were forced out of her tight pussy as he made a series of shallow thrusts into her while she was enveloped in her orgasm. I eagerly licked these up and enjoyed the taste as well as helping her achieve such a unique experience. 

Amy rolled off of Mike and curled up in what I was finding to be her characteristic fetal position after a really good orgasm. I could see her still pink ass glowing and almost lighting the room. Mike's hard cock was in front of me, glistening with Amy's juices. A tasty treat I thought. I couldn't help but savor, lick, and then slurp up her juices from its exposed length.

It was clear to me that Mike wanted more then just my mouth. He disengaged from me and merely said, "stay there," and moved around behind me. I was kneeling at the foot of the bed and he moved so that he was standing on the floor with access to my more then ready pussy. For my own part, the previous activity with Mike and Amy had been wonderful, but I was ready to be fucked. My pussy ached to be filled. 

That need was not something that would go unsatisfied for long. I quickly felt Mike's shaft rubbing against my wet, engorged pussy and bumping against my swollen clit. I moaned as I felt my clit being massaged by his shaft sawing back and forth through my labia. Mike was thoughtfully preparing his cock for penetration by covering it with my abundant juices, but under the circumstances it was hardly necessary. I can hardly recall a time when I was so wet. I had found that the hyper sexual atmosphere of this weekend was resulting in a lot of very wet moments. I'm sure Jim's actions were part of a ritual for him, like a golfer going through his pre-shot routine. 

My loud groan announced his penetration as he slowly slid into the depths of my pussy. He in turn responded with an "Oh yea!" Mike's cock slid effortlessly into me, sheathing itself fully in my pussy which I pushed back to meet him. Its length pressed against the back wall of my vagina and I felt his hips against my ass and his balls slap against my clit. 

"Fuck me, please fuck me good, I need it, so good," I said, less then eloquently.

My words seemed to rouse Amy from her post-orgasmic stupor. From the corner of my eye I noticed her raise her head and take notice of the action going on beside her. She rose and went to Mike and kissed him and then lay down on the bed next to me, her hand stroking my back. 

"It looks like I missed out on putting him inside you. I always like doing that, especially the first time with a new lover. Oh well, I'll get over it," she said with a small chuckle and a playful pinch of my nipple. 

"I'll see... what I can do... to make it up to you... maybe a rain check?" I said in a staccato fashion between Mike's slow, but quickening thrusts.  

Amy turned my head towards her own and we met again in a passionate kiss as her hubby fucked my upturned pussy. "It's a deal," she said in response to my proposal. The movement of her hand, which had previously been stroking and caressing me moved to my breasts and its action took on a much more sexual role. She began stroking my hanging breasts, and her actions quickly began to center more and more on my aching nipples. I sensed her shifting around and heard her say, "Move up." Her hands helped guide me from my crouched position to one where I was supporting myself on my extended arms. This allowed her to slide under me and her mouth was soon attached to a nipple. Amy obviously had a quick learning curve because she took all the things she had learned about my favorite breast techniques and put them to good use. 

All of this activity with Amy had distracted me somewhat from the fucking I was receiving from Mike. With Amy happily nursing at my breasts, I could once again focus on the wonderful sensations his cock was producing. I was helped along this path by Mike's more strident thrusts. I began to move my hips in tempo to Mike's thrusts and the room was soon filled with the wet sounds of his hips slapping against my ass and his cock slurping its way into my very juicy channel. Mike let loose with a loud moan as I began to clamp down on his cock with my pussy muscles. I alternated clamping and releasing in time with his strokes.

I attempted to further encourage him, "Fuck me, fuck me hard," I groaned.  

"What's the matter baby, you enjoying Kim's sweet pussy?" I heard and felt Amy mumble against my breast.

"Oh YEA! She does this thing with her pussy that is just unbelievable and she is so tight. I've never thought I'd fuck anyone that could give you a run for your money when it comes to a tight pussy, but she's right there," he commented.

"What sort of thing is she doing with her pussy," Amy asked. 

"She's gripping down and releasing the muscles in her pussy at the same time that I am fucking into her," Mike stammered. "It's unbelievable."

"Mmmmm, that sounds interesting Kim, you'll have to show me how to do that," she replied.

"Aaaaah... OK... would be happy too... later," I managed to gasp.

"Later would be fine," Amy chuckled.

I felt her moving again. She moved her head downwards towards my hips, sliding herself around underneath me. Suddenly I felt her lips surrounding my clit, sucking it into her mouth. There was no subtlety, only direct action as she attacked my clit with her lips and tongue. I didn't mind. I usually prefer some self induced clitoral stimulation when I am fucking in the doggy position and Amy's previous position had made that difficult. Her tongue more then made up for that. It felt wonderful. 

Her hands joined Mike's on my ass and I suddenly felt the need for the type of spanking I had delivered to Amy just a few minutes before. I communicated this need and was quickly rewarded with the feeling of both of them alternating swats of my ass. The heat from this combined with all the other sensations that were bombarding me. I can't really say it was painful. I think I was beyond that. It was just pure sensation that melted into all the other sensations I was experiencing. Pain no longer existed as a pure sensation. It was just another part of the whole sensory overload that had overwhelmed my senses and my brain. 

Amy's pussy was nearby, but out of reach of my mouth at the angle she was lying beneath me. I felt a strange need for it but at the same time I felt more than just a little selfish. I was soaking up the experience and needed to be fucked and pleased. I might have felt just a little guilty about this selfishness at the time; however, it was soon washed away by the other feelings rolling through me. My guilt was perhaps relieved somewhat when I noticed she had moved one hand down to pleasure her own pussy.    

My passion had lay simmering for a long time. I was slowly reaching a plateau as the result of Amy's and Mike's actions. Amy's mouth on my clit changed all that. The rate of my ascent towards my climactic peak was suddenly accelerating. I felt myself rushing towards my release, and I tried to slow its approach as much as I could to continue to savor the wonderful sensations for just a bit longer. Mike's pace had sped up as well, to the point where he was just short of jack hammering into my pussy. I thought that he might be getting close too. His hands tightly gripped my ass and were pulling me back towards him to meet his thrusts. The fucking I was receiving was close to the point of being frantic.

My orgasm hit me like a train. It just rolled through me. Mike was pounding into me, bottoming out. Amy was alternating between strong sucks and less then gentle nibbles on my clit. Somehow she had managed to work a hand back to my nipple and was seemingly crushing my nipple between her fingers. The pain/pleasure from my nipple seemed to only stoke the fires of my orgasm. I screamed out my pleasure and was enfolded in the arms of my release, as well of those of my newest lovers. Amy moved her mouth from my clit to my pussy and attempted to capture as much of the fluids spewing forth there as possible. It was definitely a gusher. Mike, for his part, continued to fuck me through my climax. The feeling of his strong thrusts into my spasming pussy only intensified and lengthened my orgasm. Somewhere in this mélange of sensations I felt a finger being inserted into my ass. I was beyond the point of analyzing what was happening but if I had I would have assumed it was Mike or Amy's finger. It too only added to the intensity of my orgasm. It was definitely one for the record books, but then, this weekend had been a series of such events.

I lolled in a post-orgasmic haze for a short period of time. I have no idea how long. When I was roused from it, I was pleasantly surprised to find Sharon was sitting on the bed, my head in her lap. When I noticed her there she bent down, kissed me and asked, "Having a good time?"

"MMmmm, yea," was all I could manage. I suddenly became more aware of what was going on around me. Mike was still in me, slowly stroking in and out of my pussy and waiting for me to recover. I guess I had assumed he had already cum, but the hard cock I felt buried in me reversed that conclusion. Amy had slid out from under me and was kneeling beside me, her face covered in my juices. 

"Are you ready for more?" Sharon asked.

"I think so," I replied, dreamily.

"Well, if you are still up for trying out anal sex, I know for a fact that Mike here would be an excellent candidate. His cock is made for it, and he is very good lover. I should know. I taught him a lot of what he knows," she said with a smile. "If you like, I'll stay and help coach you, and of course I'm sure Amy wouldn't mind helping out too." 

"Hell yea," Amy exclaimed. "It's been a long time since I helped out with an anal deflowering."

"OK," I said, "I trust you guys, and I am very relaxed right now."

"If you were anymore relaxed we'd have to pick you up with a spoon," Sharon chuckled. 

"Ya'll go ahead and get her ready, I'm going to make my rounds and make sure everything is OK with the rest of the guest. Be right back," Amy said as I felt her leave the bed.

"What about you Mike? Are you willing to help the lady out with a little cherry harvesting?" Sharon asked. This sort of banter, while probably normal to the others, was a bit new to me. I blushed but I'm sure it was lost in my still present post-orgasmic blush.

"Of course, I love to help a lady out with that particular problem, as you well know Sharon. Especially when you are acting as my assistant" he replied, his amusement clearly present in the tone of his voice.

All during this verbal exchange Mike had continued to fuck me slowly. I'm sure it had helped keep him aroused and it had left my arousal on simmer as well. Sharon offered me another kiss and then said, "Just stay like you are. I'm going to get you ready."

I had a vague idea of what "ready" meant, but no specifics. The first part of her plan was revealed when I felt her shift on the bed and then the unique sensation of her tongue and lips on my asshole. I languished in the feeling as she rimmed me. The combination of her tongue and Mike's cock quickly had me rising past simmer to a slow boil. Just as I was really starting to get into it, her tongue departed. I felt her move off the bed, and heard her rustling about the room. It wasn't long before I became aware of her return and felt her hands on my ass cheeks. She enlisted Mike's help in spreading my ass cheeks and I soon felt a cool wetness on my asshole.




The Hunger Ch. 04



"Just relax now. I'm going to stretch and open you up some so Mike won't hurt you going in," she said. As she was speaking, I felt Mike pull out of my pussy to allow Sharon more room to work. 

I realized that the cool feeling was lubricant that Sharon had applied to my ass. The feeling of it was soon joined by one of Sharon's fingers as she spread it around and slowly began to work it into my anal sphincter. I made a conscious effort to relax. 'So far, so good,' I thought. We had done this sort of thing before and I was comfortable with it.

Sharon's finger slowly slid in to the second knuckle. She stroked it slowly in and out, allowing me to adjust. I had taken a single finger several times and this was not a problem. I felt myself becoming aroused by the feeling of her finger in my ass. Her finger was soon joined by a second. I again concentrated on trying to relax as the second slid in. I could feel myself being stretched somewhat, but not uncomfortably so. Sharon again set up a stroking rhythm in my ass. 

I was distracted for a moment by a new sound. I looked back over my shoulder and saw Amy on her knees, sucking Mike, slurping on his cock and preparing him for my ass while was myself being prepared. 'This is team work at its best,' I thought. I reached between my legs and teased my neglected clit with a finger as Sharon continued to prep me.    

I was really getting into the feeling of Sharon's fingers fucking my ass when I felt a third begin to press against the ring of my sphincter. "Try pushing out, sorta like you are going to the bathroom," I heard Amy offer between slurps on Mike's cock. I followed Amy's advice and felt Sharon's finger slide in. I felt really full with three of her fingers buried in my bottom. I decided I liked the feeling and it wasn't long before she was fucking me once again, her fingers sliding in and out of my bottom relatively easily. She began to twist them in my rear opening, her knuckles stretching me further. My level of arousal was rapidly building again, helped by the increased pace of my finger on my once again swollen clit. I realized that I had unconsciously begun to push my hips back into Sharon's hand, driving her fingers deeper into my ass.

"OK, do you think you are ready for the main event?" Sharon asked in a hushed tone.

"Mmmmm, yea, I think so," I replied, murmuring. 

"OK Mike, you're on. Don't disappoint me, giver her one of your best," Sharon said, giggling almost childishly, her face sporting an almost wicked grin. Again, I was embarrassed, and at the same time amazed, by the banter. 

I heard a different sort of slurping sound and looked over my shoulder and realized that Amy was covering her husband's already wet cock with a layer of lube. Sharon rolled me over and Amy directed Mike to lie on his back to the center of the bed. Sharon again guided me to straddle his hips, facing away from him, and she applied a fresh coating of lube on my asshole. I felt his cock slip between the cheeks of my ass. Sharon's hands pried my ass cheeks apart and Amy guided her husband's cock to my anal rose. After Amy had directed him to his target, Mike took over holding my ass open and Sharon leaned over next to me, her mouth kissing my neck before she whispered some last minute coaching to me.

"This isn't the best position for anal, but it will allow you take him at your own pace. Just remember to try to relax and push out as you take him. Just take your time, there is no rush," she whispered while her hand caressed my back soothingly.

A strange set of emotions and thoughts were flowing through my mind. I felt sort of odd being in this situation. Not only was I about to have my ass fucked for the first time by a man I had only known for few hours, but it was being done with the assistance of two other women, one of whom was his wife, the other being a woman that was my new lover, and towards whom I had begun to feel an increasing level of affection. This was a scenario that I would have never imagined in my wildest fantasies. However, this wasn't fantasy, it was real life. Overall I was flooded with a mixture of incongruous feelings: anticipation, excitement, fear, dread, and above all arousal. I recall thinking that these feelings were not all that different then those that I vaguely remember feeling when I took a boy between my legs for the first time, so long ago. 

"Whenever you are ready, go ahead," Sharon whispered.

With her encouragement I settled my hips and felt the first bit of pressure against my ass. My heart seemed to be pounding, ready to jump of my chest. Amy held his cock head in place as it speared into the muscular ring of my anal sphincter. The feeling was a bit odd, pressure, burning, a bit of pain, but also more then a little pleasure. Over and above all this, I felt a certain form of accomplishment and satisfaction in my ability to take Mike's cock in my ass. As his cock head popped past my sphincter, I could feel my ring close around it. I continued to slowly slide down on him and the feeling turned more towards one of extreme fullness, an increasingly wonderful fullness. I was fixated on the feelings coursing through me. I was somewhat jolted back into reality by the feeling of Amy's finger on my clit, her help in guiding Mike no longer needed. Amy was lending a helping hand in another way. Sharon was acting as my coach. She continued a series of supportive comments to me, murmuring in my ear and serving as moral support while caressing my back with one hand and a breast in the other.

Finally I felt my ass settle on Mike's hips, his cock fully embedded in my ass. I let out a small gasp as I fully absorbed the feeling for the first time. "Yea baby," Sharon whispered, "You did real well. How do you feel?" 

Her remark forced me to take stock of how I did feel. Part of my psyche had been focused on the simple act of penetration before. Now I could be a little more analytical. 

"Full, I feel really full. Sorta strange, but I think I like it," I replied. 

"I know what you mean. It can be a little odd at first, but you haven't felt anything yet," she said. "Try moving a little. Slow and shallow at first, and then just go with what feels good."

"Yea, you haven't felt anything yet," Amy giggled next to me. "Mike, how does her ass feel?"

"Incredible, hot and tight, almost as good as yours," he groaned. 

"Aaahhh, you say the sweetest things, even when I know you are fibbing a little," Amy giggled once again. Mike responded with a very masculine chuckle of his own. I was conscious of their banter, but only remotely. My mind was clouded with the emotions and sensations of the moment. I would later reflect on them as I relived this experience in my mind and realize that this sort of openness was something I wouldn't mind having in my own life.  

I began to bounce slowly on top of Mike. The movement of my ass up and down the hard cock buried in my ass set off a series of sparks that felt like they were shooting from ass. My range of movement became increasingly greater and faster until I was able to fully fuck myself on him. My excitement grew in proportion to my movements. Part of it was the physical sensation to be sure, but also, and maybe even more importantly, was the thrill of doing something so new, different, and I suppose "nasty." Anal sex had always been one of those dark, deep fantasies, that you had a hard time admitting to yourself, much less to your closest girlfriend. It was not something that "good girls" do. I was rapidly becoming conscious of the fact that I was not a good girl and was much happier when I let out the bad girl within me to play. Now I was living it, experiencing it, and perhaps surprisingly, reveling in it.

My mental and physical reverie was disturbed by Sharon speaking, "Ready for some more," she asked.

"Uuuhhh, yea, what did you have in mind?" I replied.

Sharon guided my body once again. She pushed my body forward, with Mike still fully embedded deep in my rectum, from an upright position to a doggy position. Mike for his part moved fluidly along with my movements, retracting his legs so that he was kneeling behind me. When we were once again situated, he followed Sharon's lead and began to slowly stroke in and out of my bottom. For the first time I felt what it was like to have my ass fully taken by a man. His strokes started off slow and shallow but suddenly became more insistent as he reacted to my moans and the movement of my hips as I strove to take him deeper and harder in my ass. To his credit, he responded marvelously to my desires. We fucked like a well lubricated machine. Once again, Amy's fingers were playing across my clit and the sweet sensations from them served as an excellent counter point to the raw, pounding sensations elicited by her husband's fucking my ass.

I found myself losing myself in the sensations that shot through my body like bolts of lightning. It was raw, lusty, primal sex. It was definitely not the tamer, more cerebral sex that had come to dominate my sex life in recent years. This was shaking my preconceived assumptions of what sex, and my sexuality, was to its very core. 

I felt myself approaching orgasm. The sweet climb to release was slowly but surely happening. I somehow realized it was going to be a doozy. Sharon and Amy were lying next to me now, both continuing to stroke my body. Both continued to speak to me and their words only added to my growing lust. Their strategy and intention in doing so was clear. 

"Do you like my husband's cock fucking your ass?" Amy asked.

"Yes, yes, oh god yes. It's so good," I managed to groan in reply.

"Are you going to come for us Kim?" Sharon asked.

"Uuuuhhh, yessss, soon, so close," I moaned. 

"I told you that Mike was the perfect man to take your anal cherry. See what I mean now?" she said.

"Yesssss, so good, fucking me so good," I said. I almost didn't recognize my own voice.

"Fuck her harder Mike. She needs it to put her over the edge," Amy instructed. 

"Cum for us Kim, it'll be so good," Sharon chimed in.

Mike picked up the pace and ferocity of his thrusts into my ass. The room echoed with the sound of his hips making contact with my ass. I heard another sound as well. It took me a while to recognize it. It was my own cries of pleasure. Those too were almost unrecognizable as being my own. Something had been released in me in a form that was previously unknown. I suppose you could call it my primal sexuality. That part that usually stays locked away in the lizard brain, inhibited by social conventions that we call civilized behavior. Those Victorian constraints had been discarded. In some small analytical corner of my conscious mind I found it hard to believe that I could accept the almost savage sex I was experiencing. The lizard brain part of my mind relished it.

I vaguely recall hearing Amy's words, "Cum Mike, cum in Kim's ass, fill her up." Mike's own raspy, yet definitely masculine groans, were serving as an accompaniment to my own. I could feel his cock swelling and throbbing and I realized he was close to his own orgasm as well. The feeling of his hot sperm showering my bowels was the trigger that set off my own climatic release.

My ass clamped down on him as my orgasmic convulsion hit me like a sledge hammer. My pussy shuddered through sympathetic tremors of its own and I vaguely recall the sensation of my juices splashing back onto my pussy as I showered Amy's hand with my ejaculation. Sharon's fingers clamped down tightly on my nipple but that sensation was almost lost in the milieu of the other very intense sensations that flowed through my body like liquid lava. My entire body shook with strong tremors, almost as if I was having a seizure. I slumped forward onto my belly, trapping Amy's hand under me. Mike followed me, his hard cock still buried in my still trembling ass and still pumping out the last few spurts of his seed into my colon. 

I can't say that I really passed out, but it was pretty darn close. My level of awareness of my surroundings was certainly decreased. I recall feeling Amy and Sharon extracting their hands from beneath me and the feeling of Mike's cock start to slowly shrink in my ass. I just laid there, lost in the after glow of my orgasm, my body still quivering as the after shocks continued to rumble through me. Sometime later, I have no idea how long, I felt Mike pull out of me. The sudden feeling of emptiness was a shock and not one I found all that enjoyable. While I was exhausted, I was left feeling a need for something else, something more. My addiction was starting to take full bloom.     

My personal hand maidens were soon attending to me. I became slightly more aware of my surroundings and felt a cool washcloth cleaning my ass and pussy. It was Sharon attending to me. Amy was using another wash cloth to wipe the perspiration from my back. They rolled me over and repeated the process. I saw Mike sitting in a nearby chair, looking almost as wiped out as I felt. Sharon picked up my head and rested it in her lap. She fed me some water and only then did I realize how raw and dry my mouth and throat felt. I was slowly returning to the here and now. 

I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and turned my head a little to see Jim standing there with a big goofy smirk on his face. He had apparently been present for at least the end of the performance. I had not even noticed him there being that I had was so lost in the experience with my partners. Sharon later told me he had showed up about halfway through, after hearing my screams. He was taking a break from partying elsewhere in the house and decided to come see what was going on with Sharon and me. I'm sure his thoughts centered on when he would have an opportunity to sample my ass. While one part of me welcomed that idea, another part was scared by the idea of my new lover's much more significant girth buried in my small hole. I tucked that concern away to be dealt with at another time.         

I looked up into Sharon's eyes and she smiled back down at me. "Well, what do you think? Did you enjoy yourself?" she asked. 

"Yea, I think you could say that. I'm just really wiped out right now. My body feels like jelly," I replied. 

"Well, when you are ready, we'll get you up and get some more fluids and maybe a little food in you to see if we can get you refreshed. The night is still young," she said, her smile almost contagious. 

After what I had just gone through I couldn't imagine the possibility of more. I felt like a rag doll with the stuffing removed. I was later to find her words and experienced advice to be almost prophetic. The night was in fact still young. 

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The Hunger Ch. 05



I slid my little finger in alongside the other three and felt Cathy's pussy relax around it and accept the additional girth. I stopped once again to allow her to adjust.

"So full, gawd... Keep going, don't stop," she groaned. 

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" I asked.

"Hurts gooddddd," she groaned again. 

After my recent experience with anal sex I fully comprehended what she was trying to say. I felt her pussy clinch around my fingers and understand that to be a sign of encouragement for me to continue. I did so, thrusting all fingers into her pussy at a quickening pace. Meanwhile, I began to suck her clit between my lips, almost as if I was sucking a cock. Her moans and the powerful thrusts of her hips back into my hand were clear evidence of her enjoyment of my actions. 

Suddenly Cathy came. Her orgasm surprised me. It seemingly came upon her in a flash. I had no clue that it was coming. I felt her pussy throb around my fingers. Just as suddenly as it had arrived, she was recovered from it. I let up on sucking her clit, realizing it may be too sensitive, at least for now. Instead I slowly licked around its base. 

"Thumb, tuck your thumb in, push slowly. Ready, I'm ready," she managed to murmur between gulps of air.

Again, I did as instructed and slowly slid my thumb into the recess created by my cupped fingers. My knuckles rested against the opening of her pussy. Her small labia were spread around my hand like an open flower. Impatiently, Cathy pushed her hips back at me, signaling her readiness once again. I slowly began to push my hand in. Her increasingly loud groans served as accompaniment to the slow progress of my hand. I watched in amazement as her pussy open to accept my knuckles at the base of my fingers and I was even more amazed when it closed around my wrist as my hand was fully enveloped inside her liquid depths.

"Aaaarrrrhhh," she moaned in a way I took to be a mixture of pain and pleasure. "Hold on a minute and let me get used to it. I'm so stretched," she added. 

I could feel her vaginal muscles fluttering around my hand as she attempted to accommodate it in herself.

"MMmmmm, OK, make a fist now," she groaned. 

I curled my fingers inside her and made a fist. Cathy groaned as my hand stretched her pussy further. I could feel the swollen knob of her G-spot resting against my knuckles. 

"So good, so stretched," she moaned, her voice almost a gasp. "Slowly, slowly, start fucking me," she instructed. 

I began to slowly rock my hand back in forth inside her tight cunt. She began to relax and accept it and I was soon able to move it a couple of inches. Her passionate cries of pleasure increased in proportion to my movements. I could feel her pussy begin to rhythmically relax and clench in time with my movements. I attempted to angle my hand so that my knuckles dragged across her G-spot with every stroke. 

I noticed that the action around us had basically come to a halt. The other partiers were grouped around us in pairs and trios stroking and caressing each other but their attention was directed primarily at Cathy and me. My eyes met Sharon's as I glanced around the room and she gave me a big, approving smile. She was seated on the floor with Jim, her hand idly stroking his semi-hard cock while his own was caressing her substantial breast. 

My attention was quickly redirected back to my play-mate. Her loud groan was accompanied by a strong contraction of her pussy. She seemed to be lost in a pleasure induced delirium. Her head was rolling back and forth as I continued to fuck her with my hand.

"Harder, harder... fuck me harder," she managed to gasp. I increased the speed and depth of my hand, almost punching into her pussy. My increased effort left my arm muscles burning, almost like I had been lifting weights at the gym. I could tell Cathy was close, so very close. Not sure how much longer my arm could hold up to the effort, I decided to help things along. I took her clit between my fingers and pinched it softly. Emboldened by the positive reaction I slowly began to increase the pressure. That seemed to do the trick.

"Ohhhhh Gawd!" Cathy screamed. Her pussy clinched down hard, freezing my hand in place. Her entire body writhed and convulsed as she was shaken by her orgasm. Her back arched off the floor as her powerful body strove to drive my hand deeper into her stretched chasm. Her muscular body was stretched like a bowstring and I could see the defined muscles of her torso as they contracted. Her pussy also convulsed as it spasmed around my hand. Fluids gushed and flowed around my hand as her cries of ecstasy echoed throughout the room. 

"Don't stop... again," she gasped. I continued stroking in and out of her. What followed was something I had never even imagined in my admittedly limited sexual experience. Cathy's orgasms just seemed to flow from one into the next so that it was almost impossible to tell when one stopped and the next started. My hand, arm and the surrounding area was drenched in her juices. She was a veritable fountain of pussy juices. I was simply in awe of this woman's sexuality. 

Finally Cathy collapsed. "No more," she groaned weakly. I began to slide my hand out of her pussy when I felt a hand on my shoulder, topping me. I turned to see Sharon kneeling next to me. 

"Leave it for a minute," she advised. "Give her a minute to come down before you pull out," she added, smiling. Sharon remained next to me, caressing my back and neck and just sharing the moment with me. I could still feel small tremors within Cathy as she came down from the climactic high of her orgasms.

When Cathy had finally relaxed into a lethargic post-orgasmic fog Sharon said, "OK, go ahead and pull out... very slowly."

Again, I followed the directions of my more experienced lover and I opened my fist and slowly slid my hand from the clasping folds. I was amazed to watch her labia close as my fingers slid out. Cathy rolled onto her side and curled up in a fetal position. Her husband threw a light blanket over her.

"She'll need a few minutes to recover. She always does when she cums that hard," he said. "Once she recovers though, watch out. She becomes a tiger after cumming like that. It's like it only feeds fuel to her fire." 

"Thanks for the warning," I replied. "If she is more of a tiger then what I just saw, I'll try to hide from her," I said, giggling.

Sharon led me away towards the bathroom. As we went to go freshen up, she took my cum soaked hand and licked off the juices dripping from it.

"I'd hate to waste that," she said, giggling with me. 

Sharon and I spent a few minutes together in the privacy of the bathroom while we both cleaned up and used the toilet. She wanted to make sure I was doing OK as we had not spent a lot of time together since earlier in the evening. I could she that she was concerned that I was not being overloaded and was having a good time. I assured her that I was having a great time and that while I was overloaded with everything I had seen and experienced, it was not in a bad way, quite the contrary. I was energized by it and I thanked her for a great evening and introducing me to her friends. 

She said she needed a drink and led me to the kitchen for some liquid refreshment. I followed her and we shared a glass of wine while comparing notes on our experiences and impressions of the other party guests. Sharon was most intrigued by my experiences with Terri's lactating breasts. She smiled and said that she might have to get a sample for herself later on. 

I recall feeling that I had found a sister in Sharon, someone whose open minded attitude and love of sex matched my own. I remember starting to think of my feelings for her in terms of the "L" word at that time. What I felt for her was more then simple attraction and lust. There was a depth to my feelings that at least indicated a potential for much more. 

My reverie was interrupted as the other partiers began to trickle back into the kitchen in ones, twos and threes. I marveled at the fact that the party seemed to have these sorts of unofficial breaks where we reverted to a more social mode. Admittedly, we were all standing around nude and many of us were still glowing from post-orgasmic flushes. More then a few dripping pussies and glistening cocks could be observed. This was definitely not the kind of socializing I was accustomed to at a party. However, at the same time I was impressed with how natural it all felt. The openness that the other couples demonstrated was refreshing to me. All the sex and nudity just seemed to lower any social pretenses that I often felt at a "straight" party. There was no class or other distinctions. We were all joined in the joy of the moment and the enjoyment of each other's company. In addition, there was no double standard when it came to any attraction we felt for each other. We could flirt with whoever we liked without there being any jealousy.

I recall admiring John's large muscular frame and my mind wandered off into fantasy land when I imagined what joys his body and more then substantial cock could produce in my own petite body. I suddenly realized that my pussy had not felt the joys of a cock since we had arrived at the party and it twitched at the thought.

John saw me almost gawking at him and our eyes met in mutual passion. Sharon noticed what was going on and she leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Go for it, you won't be disappointed, he's a hell of a stud. If you want him, just go ask. He won't turn you down." 

Emboldened by her words and the wine, I smiled at her, took a final sip of my wine, set it down, and walked over to John. I looked him in they eyes, ran my small hands over the hard expanse of his muscular chest and said in my most coquettish voice, "Would you like to go play?"

"I'd love to," he replied, smiling back at me.

He took my hand in his and led me back towards the bedrooms. As we made our way to the back, I considered the fact that this was another first for me. I had actually just asked a man to fuck me. In my past, I had always played the game in which I had played the shy demure woman, even when I was dieing to get a man in bed. I always let the man be the aggressor. I had thought that it was what was assumed of me. I was realizing that in this circle, the rules were entirely different. I felt empowered and at the same time I was more then a little surprised at my boldness and very aroused by this change in myself. I felt like I was on top of a mountain.

John led me to a mattress on the floor and joined me on it. He began to make love to me, slowly, softly. His hands and mouth caressed me and teased me. It was wonderful, but definitely not what I needed at the moment. I didn't want, or need, to be made love to. I needed to be fucked and I told him so. My hunger had returned with a vengeance. 

"John, just fuck me. I need you, I need your cock," I almost pleaded. 

"Alrighty then," he replied, finding my need somewhat amusing.

He moved between my legs and bent to lick me, testing my wetness. I was more then wet enough. My growing arousal had left my pussy a flowing river. His cock was more then adequate for the job, both thicker and longer then average without being so huge to cause discomfort. It definitely met my needs at the moment. John stroked between my engorged labia a few times, coating his cock in my juices and lubricating his turgid shaft. He slid into me slowly, allowing my pussy to accommodate and adjust to his bulk. I was grateful that he was considerate, but my growing need to be fucked overwhelmed my need for comfort and I grabbed his ass and pulled him deep inside me. I gasped as he filled me. I have always loved the initial feel of a cock filling and stretching my pussy and this time was no different.

I wrapped my legs around his ass, allowing him to sink in even deeper. John's cock felt great. Its length reached my inner depths without pounding my cervix and its girth was more then enough to provide the stretched feeling I so greatly enjoyed. I pulled him into me with my legs and used them to set the pace I wanted. John was more then willing to accommodate my direction and responded to my urgings with lustful enthusiasm. Our pace sped up until he was thrusting into me at a moderately rapid pace. I was loving it! The top of his cock was rubbing my clit deliciously and the head of his cock stroked my G-spot just right as he plunged into me with full, hard strokes. His balls slapping against my ass was a nice addition to the smorgasbord of sensations that was flooding my body. 

My cries and moans of pleasure were soon filling the room and I felt myself building rapidly towards a satisfying cum. The wet squelching sound of his cock pistoning in and out of my wet cunt just added to our symphony of lust. This was absolutely what I needed and craved. I ran my hands across his muscular chest and shoulders and reveled in the masculinity of my current lover. I marveled at his endurance and he continued to fuck me hard and fast without even breaking a sweat. The hours he spent in the gym were definitely paying dividends at that moment.

As my arousal grew, my vocal encouragement did as well. "Yes, fuck me. Fuck me hard... hard and fast. So goooooodddd," I squealed.

My hands unconsciously moved from John's chest to my own breasts. I began to alternate pinching and pulling on my nipples. That was all it took to set me off and my pussy clenched around his cock and I drove my hips upward as my orgasm erupted. 

"Cuuummmiiinnnggggg," I managed to groan.

"Yes, sweetie, cum for me. Let me feel it," he replied.

John continued to plunge into my spasming pussy as I rode out my climax. His lips met mine and he kissed me briefly until I had to gasp for breath.

John's strokes slowed as I floated in my post-orgasm reverie. We weren't done, not by far, but he was considerate in allowing me to recover from what had been a very intense orgasm. The slow strokes of his cock added to the glow I was feeling. The feeling of his hard cock was like a nice background to the other sensations that flooded my body. When I had partially recovered I looked up and saw John's handsome, smiling face.

"That was nice. You came hard, didn't you?" he asked. 

"Yes, I needed that. Exactly what I needed, thank you," I replied.

"It was my pleasure. The feeling of your pussy contracting around my cock when you came was unbelievable. I almost lost it. You should have warned me," John said. 

"Sorry," I responded with a coquettish tone of voice as I smiled back at him. He continued to slowly thrust into me as we took a small break in the more serious fucking that I knew we would soon be continuing. I had a feeling that I wasn't the only one that needed it and besides I was enjoying our mid-coital banter. 

"Ohhh, you have no need to apologize. I liked it, a lot! You really hosed me down when you came too," he said. As he made his remark I suddenly became aware of the cool, wet sensation on my ass and pussy from the juices I had expelled during my orgasm. 

"I guess I should have warned you that I'm a squirter too," I said. "Your cock was hitting my G-spot just right and that always makes me squirt."

"Oh, I knew you were a squirter. I noticed earlier and besides in a group like this word gets around anyway. That's not something that the others at the party couldn't resist sharing with the others. I don't mind, I kinda like it as a matter of fact. I guess you could say it's a turn on for me to know that I pleased a woman enough to make her squirt like you did. Call it ego, I guess."

"well, whatever you call it, I liked it, you are a wonderful lover," I said. "I didn't realize I was the center of party gossip though."

"Ohhh, newbies are always the center of discussion at a party. Part of it is the more experienced folks are keeping an eye out for you; part of it is just natural curiosity I suppose. I must say that you have made a very favorable impression on everyone tonight."

"I suppose I should take that as a compliment," I replied. "I'm just glad I am being accepted." 

"Oh definitely. I must admit I was very happy when you asked me to play. I was hoping to get this opportunity. I was really turned on watching you with Cathy. That has always been a big fantasy of hers and it looks like you gave her everything she wanted and more." he said.

"Well, truth be told, I have had my eye on you, and Cathy, since we arrived, and even more so after I saw you playing with Terri earlier. That was a big turn on for me," I said. 

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. Terri is fun and she came to the party ready to play."

"Yea, I found out how much fun a little later,"

"I saw that too, I enjoyed watching the two of you," he said, a broad smile on his face.

Our conversation slowed to a stop and John's thrusts slowly began to pick up their pace. It was time to get back to some serious fucking. I was more than ready. 

John took my body in his strong arms and rolled me over on top of himself. I sat up and kneeled over him and felt his cock fill me. His hands grasped my hips and I began rocking back and forth establishing a comfortable rhythm that matched my level of arousal. I adjusted the angle of my pussy so that his cock stroked across my G-spot. I have always loved being on top and having John under me was no different. 

As I continued to ride John I noticed Sharon, Jim, Mike, and Amy enter the room and lay down on the adjoining mattress. Sharon said, "Do you mind if we join you?"

"Not at all, please do," I replied, secretly thrilled with the opportunity to watch them playing while being so wonderfully fucked. 

Sharon paired off with Mike and Jim with Amy. The men were positioned on the mattress next to each other by their partners and a thrill went through my body when I realized what was going on. Amy and Sharon's mouths descended to their partners cocks and they were soon heavily involved in giving them both a blow job. I was enthralled as I watched Jim and Sharon in action. Amy and Sharon were obviously enjoying their efforts as they orally pleased their lovers. I had always been amazed at her ability to deep throat Jim and seeing her swallowing Mike's long thin cock was no different. Jim's fat cock was stuffing Amy's small mouth as she tried to take him as deep as possible. I couldn't help but compare and contrast Sharon and Amy's bodies as well as they knelt between the men's legs. Sharon's familiar mature, lush curves were quite a contrast to Amy's bejeweled, thin, petite body.

My voyeurism caused my own level of arousal to increase and I was soon fucking John faster and deeper. His hands had moved to my breasts and he alternated cupping my breasts and softly pinching my nipples. I placed my hands over his and said, "harder, you don't have to be gentle." 

He responded to my direction and I felt his fingers add a painful pressure to the sensations that were flooding my body. 

I was distracted for a moment by the wonderful feeling of John fucking me. When I looked back over to the other bed I discovered that the occupants had rearranged. Amy and Sharon were both on their backs, their legs held high with Jim and Mike thrusting into their upturned pussies. I ravenously took in the sight of the foursome as they fucked enthusiastically. Amy and Sharon's heads were turned towards each other and they were kissing while also playing with each other's breasts. The men were fucking at a moderate, but increasing pace. Both women's kiss muffled moans were increasing as they voiced their appreciation for the men's efforts.

I was unconsciously riding John faster as my own excitement grew. My moans and the wet squelching of his cock sliding effortlessly in and out of me added to the passionate cacophony of the other two couples.

I heard Amy's joyous cry of release as she reached her peak. Sharon soon joined her as Mike enthusiastically drove into her. The auditory stimulation of their orgasms, combined with the sight of them heaving through their cums was enough to push me over into my own climax. I ground my mound into Mike, rubbing my clit against his pubic bone while burying his cock as deep as possible into my spasming cunt. His fingers clamped tight on my nipples and the pleasure/pain spiked from my chest, and mixed with the other sensations rolling through my body, had its own synergistic effect on my pleasure. My own cries of release echoed through the room as Amy's and Sharon's dwindled to a mere echo. 




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While the after shocks of my orgasm still rumbled through my body, John slid from under me and positioned my limp body on my hands and knees. I quickly felt his rampant cock entering me from behind as he took me doggy style. I was still near my peak and realized that I was capable of cumming again soon. 

John was thrusting wildly into me and I recognized that he was seeking his own release. I was more then ready for that and yearned to feel his cum filling my pussy. He was pounding into me now and I could feel his cock deep within me. My mind shut down for the most part. I was only able to process the sensations of his cock as he fucked me hard and fast like a wild stallion. It was what I needed. To have my pussy fucked, hard and deep. 

I was shaken from my fuck induced coma by a voice. "There you are... mind if I join you?" I heard Cathy say.

I simply moaned by acquiescence as she joined John and me.

She slid under my spread thighs and the feeling of John's cock buried in me was soon joined by the softer sensation of Cathy's lips on my clit. She sucked it deep, pulling on it with her lips and occasionally flicking her tongue across its exposed tip.  

I looked up briefly and noticed that our 3some was now the center of attention of the two couples on the other mattress. They had slowed to a more relaxed pace, the women's legs now wrapped around their partner's legs as they enjoyed the view of John, Cathy and me playing.

Cathy's hands found my breasts and she began playing with my nipples. They were sore from the previous attention that John had bestowed upon them but once again the pain just added to the mixture of sensations flooding my body. I was beyond caring. I was lost in a sea of sensations. John's large, hard cock was stridently thrusting into my pussy, Cathy's mouth on my clit, and her fingers pinching and pulling my rock hard nipples. I need just a little more to push me over the edge.

"Spank me," I groaned. 

I felt John's hand impact on my upturned ass. It felt nice, but not much more then a tingle. 

"Harder, spank me harder," I said more emphatically, my voice little more then a croak. 

Liquid fire spread through my ass as John's strong hand landed on my ass. "Yes... good... more," I encouraged him. 

His hands set up a steady tempo, synchronized with the wild thrusts of his cock. My ass was on fire but I loved it. I loved the wildness of it, the animalistic fucking. When Cathy's teeth closed around my clit, it was all I could take. It set me off into a series of wild orgasms the likes of which I had never experienced. John continued to wildly drive into me and I recognized, as if through a fog, the sound of his own orgasm. He bellowed as his own release arrived. I vaguely recall Cathy's mouth sealed around my cock filled pussy as she sucked our combined juices as her husband filled me and were pushed out by my own orgasmic contractions.

I was lost in a post orgasmic haze but somehow realized that John had withdrawn and I was nestled in his arms. He had pulled me up so that I was sitting on Cathy's face and she was busy lapping up the juices still flowing from my well fucked cunt. When she had finished, John rolled me over on my back, next to Cathy. She attacked John's cock, sucking and licking the residual fluids from his as well. When she was done with his cock, which by now had shrunken to a diminutive version of its previous self, she fell back onto the mattress next to me. I was still shaking from the intensity of my orgasms, but she pulled me to her mouth and shared the taste of myself and her husband. Her face was covered in our combined fluids and I managed to raise enough energy to kiss and lick them from her face. 

"I love that," she said. "I love tasting a woman after my sweetie has cum in her. I guess you could say it's my own little fetish."

I was only capable of moaning my acknowledgement and agreement. Her "fetish," as she put it, was something I had recently learned to appreciate with Jim and Sharon.

As I lingered on the edge of slumber, I heard the sounds of fucking coming from the other bed. Apparently, with the show that John, Cathy, and me have offered up being finished, they had returned to more energetic fucking. I recognized the individual sounds as each of the foursome reached their own release, one after the other, just as I fell off into sleep. 

I awoke an indeterminate time later, still on the mattress that I had shared with John, and later his wife. Someone had thoughtfully thrown a blanket over my sleeping body. Sharon was gently shaking my shoulder, allowing me to awake slowly. She was smiling down at me. 

"Someone has had a busy night," she said. 

"Mmmmmm, yea," I managed to reply.

"John and I are going home. Do you think you can manage to get up and come with us, or would you rather just stay here and we'll come get you in the morning?" she asked.

"I'll get up, I want to sleep with you," I mumbled sleepily. The combination of alcohol, lots of intense sexual activity, and a long day had taken their toll on me. 

Sharon helped me up and wrapped a light robe around my body. She led me towards the door. John was at the door holding our bags that we had brought. He had a smile on his face that said that he recognized a sexual overdose when he saw it. Mike and Amy were standing nearby. Apparently the other guests had already departed. We were the last to leave and I could see that they were more than ready to call it a night as well. I kissed them both good night and within moments we were outside and loaded up in the golf cart for the short journey back to Sharon and Mike's house on the other side of the camp. 

I think I fell asleep as the cart jolted back across the camp. When we arrived at the house, Sharon shook me awake once more. My head was slumped against her shoulder. I needed a shower but I was incapable of the energy for something as simple as that. Jim and Sharon just guided me to their bedroom and joined me there. I was soon comfortably nestled between my lovers and fast asleep. 

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The Hunger Ch. 06



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I awoke the following morning in the warm embrace of Jim and Sharon. I was sandwiched between them, their arms and legs draped across me. I could get used to this I thought. It had been a long time since I had had a lover to share my bed, but I had always liked waking with someone snuggling with me. Having two lovers snuggling seemed even better. A synergistic effect, I wondered? 

The pressure in my bladder overrode my desire to stay in the embrace of my lovers. I slowly slid from between them towards the foot of the bed and I noticed out of the corner of my eye that they had rearranged themselves after I had departed to snuggle together. "Nature abhors a vacuum," I recall thinking. 

After attending to the pressure in my bladder I jumped in the shower. My body was still sticky and covered in dried sweat from the previous night. This was the first time I had showered alone all weekend and I considered that thought as I took stock of the condition of my body as I soaped up. I ached all over, but it was a pleasant sort of ache and not really all that bad. Not bad at all really, considering the intensity and volume of sex I had enjoyed the previous night and day before with Jim and Sharon. My original plan was for a weekend devoted to sexual exploration and total debauchery. I had gotten that and much, much more. 

My ass was a bit sore but not as bad as I had expected. My pussy had that well used feeling I had always enjoyed after a night spent with a new lover. My jaw and tongue ached a bit as well. They had obviously gotten more use then they were accustomed too. My hips and thighs were generally achy as well from all the sexual gymnastics they had endured in the last 36 hours. They felt as if I had just over done a lower body workout at the gym. My breasts and nipples were definitely tender from all the abuse they had endured, much of which had been self administered. The condition of my nipples was exacerbated by my mildly aroused state as my mind flashed from one erotic memory to another and the water flowing over their exposed tips.

I found a warm robe waiting for me after leaving the shower. After running a brush through my hair and scrubbing the morning breath off my teeth. I also found some aspirin and took a couple to help with the various aches I was feeling. I wandered to the kitchen in search of liquid energy. I found that someone had thoughtfully set up the coffee pot. I turned it on and it was soon gurgling away.

As I sat at the kitchen table enjoying my first cup, I heard activity coming from the bathroom. Sharon's beaming face soon joined me in the kitchen, she seemingly no worse for the wear. She was wearing a robe identical to my own. 

We shared a moment of silence after she joined me at the table, giving me a quick peck as she sat down. We both sipped our coffee, content to simply enjoy the peace and tranquility of a quiet Sunday morning. I slid my hand over and took hers. She smiled and seemingly understood my attempt at intimacy.

Finally, she spoke, "Did you enjoy the party last night?"

"More then I can say," I replied. 

"I'm glad," she said and then we fell silent once more, in unspoken agreement, not needing to say more. We simply sat and sipped our coffee, feeling happy in holding hands and watching the birds in the backyard.

Moments later she asked, "You sore?"

"A little. OK, maybe more then a little, but I kinda like it. I found some aspirin in the bathroom." 

"I know what you mean. I remember how I felt after my first party," she replied almost wistfully, as if she was recalling the details in her own mind. 

I recall sitting there, reflecting on all that I had experienced, and thinking that despite all the great memories I would take away from this weekend, the simple pleasures of this moment with Sharon would be one of the greatest. I felt like a void had been filled in my life. The sexual exploits with Sharon and Jim were a large part of that, admittedly, but there was more. I had never considered myself a lonely person, however, the intimacy and friendship that I shared with him stood out in stark contrast to my previous life. Could I have been in denial? 

My mind wandered to how I really felt about my new friends and lovers. Could I be falling in love, I wondered? Admittedly I liked them a great deal, and I obviously was in full tilt lust with both of them. Was there more to it then that? 'Don't be silly,' I recall chastising myself, 'they are a married couple. This is just a bit of fun for all of us. This is just a one off experience, nothing more.' Even as I considered this, I couldn't help but wonder if I was fooling myself. My own doubt hung over me like a dark shroud. My mind was in a turmoil of joy, self-doubt, excitement, and confusion.

I was jolted from my reverie, "A penny for your thoughts," Sharon said.

I contemplated her inquiry for a moment, thinking about how I could describe what I did not understand myself. Finally I launched into it. 

My words were barely coherent but Sharon, being the perceptive person that she is, managed to find the kernel of my thoughts buried in my babbling. Once I opened up, the words just flowed from me. There was relief and more then a little psycho-babble in my words. It felt good to open up to someone else, even if that person was someone that was intimately involved in my confused psychological state. Sharon simply sat there and absorbed what I was saying. The look on her face indicated that she was open to everything I said and obviously non-judgmental, which helped tremendously.

Finally my out pouring came to an end. I felt empty, as if I had spilled everything to her. I had never been in psycho analysis but I felt like some friends who had had described it to me. On one level I was afraid. Afraid of how it had been received by Sharon. On the other hand I felt joy at being able to share my inner most thoughts, desires, dreams, and fears with someone I felt such a strong connection with.

She simply sat there smiling, but at the same time I could see she was digesting my words. I could feel myself holding my breath waiting for her response. I forced myself to breathe. I noticed some clarity come to her as her eyes met mine. 

Finally she spoke, "Kim, I think I can understand where you are coming from, at least to some degree. You have absorbed a lot of new things in the last few days. I was the same way when Jim and I started swinging. I had to re-evaluate my own self image as a woman, as a lover, and as a wife. At the same time I felt a freedom that I had never thought possible. It took me a while to learn to totally accept the new me. In your case this may be even more of an issue because of your feelings towards Jim and me. When I first got into the lifestyle, Jim was always there. There was never any doubt of our devotion to each other. He was my rock."

I started to say something and she stopped me, "Let me finish."

"OK," I replied, somewhat meekly.

She continued, "I think you can break down your own issues into two categories. The first is a re-evaluation of your sexuality based on the experiences of the last couple of days. For the most part, you are pretty much on your own there. I can't help you there except to say that you have nothing to be embarrassed about. I had led an even more sheltered life then you have before I met Jim. He opened a new world for me that I never knew existed. He calls it my 'blossoming.' Jim simply showed me the path towards the discovery of my sexuality. I was a sort of epiphany for me. I think you are going through something similar now. We are all the product of our environment and often our conservative society inhibits the sort of discovery and self awareness that you are now undergoing. My advice is to just kick back and enjoy it and allow yourself the freedom to explore. Save the self analysis until you have more information to base it on."

I simply sat there silently, absorbing the words of someone that I had come to consider a sort of mentor. She allowed me time let it soak in.

Sharon then launched back into her monologue, "The second set of issues has to do with your feelings toward Jim and me. Let me get say out front, we both like you a great deal, maybe more then just liking you. It's hard to say at this point. We like all of our swinging friends. What I will say is that we see the potential for more with you, something more of a long term relationship, and definitely more then just as a 'fuck buddy.' That said, we are not prone towards rushing into anything rash. We'd definitely like to see more of you and see where things lead. I will say that we have discussed the possibility of some sort of triad or poly relationship with another woman. Up until now, that has just been a sort of mutual fantasy we have discussed in bed, more of a 'what if' then anything more concrete then that."

My mind was a whirl of mixed thoughts as I considered her words. The fact that my attraction to them was returned was absolutely joy to my ears. The implications of her words, in terms of the more practical details of my life, were a more complex set of factors. Obviously this conversation was not the last we would have and I was glad to reserve more detailed considerations for a later time. 

She sat, watching me digest her thoughts, smiling warmly. Our eyes met and I was lost for a moment in the warmth and obvious affection I saw there. Her hand gripped mine tightly as a sign of support. My heart skipped a beat. 

Finally I replied, "So, we just take things one day as a time for now?"

"Absolutely," her smile brightened. "Maybe we can defer this conversation until later when we can include Jim. I think we need to take our time, not rush into anything, and get to know each other outside the bedroom a bit more. Not that I have a problem with getting to know each other in the bedroom more as well... and maybe a few other places besides the bedroom. Knowing that horny old goat the way I do, he will want you with us anytime and any place possible. He finds you highly desirable, almost as much as I do."

I couldn't help smiling at that thought. Sharon got up and retrieved the coffee carafe, refilling both our cups. 

"Speaking of that horny old goat, I hear him up and moving. Let me take him some coffee. I'll be back with him in a minute."

Her absence allowed me a few minutes to further contemplate everything that had been said. I felt a growing sense of inner peace and serenity as I came to terms with what Sharon had said. I slowly began to realize that a lot of the doubts I had were unfounded and I just needed to allow time and experience to deal with the rest. With a new found resolve, I decided to push off into the future, unknown life that hovered as a possibility just over the horizon.

Jim came down with Sharon in tow. He was wearing a robe similar to ours. He greeted me with a quick kiss and went off to the kitchen. I heard the clattering of pans as he set about preparing breakfast. Sharon sat down next to me, reassuringly throwing an arm around my shoulder in an almost sisterly way. 

"Feel better?" she asked. 

"Absolutely," I replied.

"Just give it time. Everything will work out. You have a lot to absorb and think about."

"I know, I know," I replied. "It's just that I am such a control freak in my everyday life. I definitely don't feel like I am in control right now, not of my emotions, and definitely not of my body."

"Isn't it great?" Sharon said, giggling. 

"Maybe so," I responded, joining her in a brief giggling fit. I was flooded with relief in my ability to share what I was going through with Sharon. I was slowly coming to find that she fulfilled so many roles in my life; lover, mentor, and friend. Perhaps "wife" at some point, I couldn't help wondering? My mind couldn't help but dwell on that possibility.

My silent reverie was interrupted when Jim announced that breakfast was ready. I jumped up and Sharon and I got busy setting the table. I was almost grateful for something to occupy my mind.

I set my thoughts aside and resolved to enjoy the rest of the day with my new friends. Breakfast was full of cheerful and teasing banter between the three of us. Jim and Sharon couldn't help but tease me about my enthusiasm and sexual appetite at the party. I attempted to jokingly return their barbs with a few observations of my own concerning their activities. I was referred to as a slut on more then one occasion but I quickly learned this was more of a positive term within the swinging community then it was in society in general. It was almost a compliment. It was just another example of how my perceptions had been turned upside down. 

After breakfast, Sharon and I quickly and efficiently cleaned up the mess and loaded the dish washer. I recall reflecting how well we worked together, even in this simple chore. We found Jim on the couch reading the Sunday paper. We joined him, each on either side of him and shared the paper. There was a certain joy I found in this simple activity. Perhaps it was a sense of belonging and domesticity that had been missing in my life. 

After we had finished off the paper and our coffee Jim announced that he needed to make an inspection tour of the camp and asked if we wanted to ride with him. Sharon asked if I wanted to lie out for a while at the pool and "bake the alcohol" out. That sounded like a good idea to me and she I went to gather up a few things to take with us. 

I got ready, slipping off my robe, replacing it with a gauzy sarong that Sharon had loaned me, and found a pair of sandals to wear. I grabbed my beach bag, and restocked it with a couple of clean towels. I found Sharon in the kitchen preparing a water cooler.

"Do you like bloody marys," she asked. I replied in the affirmative. 

"Well, I thought a little of the 'hair of the dog' was called for."

We were soon on our way towards the main camp complex. Jim dropped us off at the pool and promised to join us later. Sharon and I found a couple of loungers and got situated. My level of self-consciousness was much lower then it had been the day before during my first exposure to public nudity. The pool wasn't yet crowded but there was more then a few people there. Many were people I recognized from the day before. Could it be that I had learned to accept public nudity as "natural?" I pushed the thought into a corner of my mind for contemplation at a later time. 

Sharon insisted on coating my still pale body with a liberal dose of high SPF lotion. I allowed her to do so, enjoying the feel of her hands on my aching body. I returned the favor and likewise enjoyed the feel of her body as my hands massaged oil into her darker body. The sun was warm and as we lay there, dozing, it helped to work out some of the kinks I had felt in my over used body. 

Something awoke me from my cat nap and I looked up to see that we had been joined by Amy and Mike. I noticed a few faint bruises on her petite pierced and tattooed body and commented on them.

"Yea, that's not unusual after a party. I have a tendency to get carried away and I bruise rather easily," she commented. 

"I know the feeling. I felt it this morning too."

"The price of pleasure," she giggled almost childishly in her high pitched voice.

I nodded in acknowledgement and understanding. They pulled up some loungers and joined Sharon and I. I must have dozed off again but woke when I felt Sharon nudging my shoulder. 

"Wanna go soak in the hot tub for a while," she asked. 

I nodded and we went to shower before jumping in the large tub. The water from the out door shower was cool on my sun drenched body but felt good. Sharon and I soaped each other to remove the oil. I enjoyed the intimate, yet innocent, pleasure of doing this for my lover and having her do it for me as well. 

The hot water of the whirling waters of the hot tub was a stark contrast to the water from the shower. I soon became accustomed to it and allowed my body to soak up the heat. It was just what my body needed and I was glad that Sharon had suggested it. Amy soon came over to join us as we soaked. 

She ooohed and aaahed as she sank into the water next to me. 

"I wanted to thank you for having me at the party last night," I said. We were now far enough away from the other people at the pool that I felt I could discreetly mention the party. 

"We really enjoyed having you. I know Mike particularly enjoying having you there," she said, smiling broadly and emphasizing the word having.

"Mike is such a horn dog," Sharon said.

"I wouldn't have him any other way," Amy replied and we all joined in a community giggle.

"Seriously though, I was so glad to see that you fit right in last night," Amy commented. "We are a pretty close knit group and it's not often that someone new fits right in so seamlessly. It was like you had known us forever."

"Well..." I started, "I was obviously very well welcomed by the members of your group. I was a little nervous at first, but everyone seemed to open up to me. That made it a lot easier to feel comfortable." I replied. 

"Speaking of which," she added, "Lynn and Ken made a comment to us when they were leaving that they were disappointed they hadn't gotten an opportunity to play with you. Apparently they were quite taken with you last night. They asked me to pass along their phone number to you when I saw you. If you are interested, give them a call."

I looked at Sharon for guidance and she said, "I have their number and will give it to Kim but it's up to her whether she wants to spend some private time with Lynn and Ken. I'll fill her in on them later." 

I thought there was some hidden meaning to Sharon's last comment and resolved to question her more about it later. The fact that I was now getting requests for private sessions with couples other then Jim and Sharon was somewhat shocking, and I admit arousing. It was not something I had previously considered as a possibility. Again, this was something I needed to tuck away for future consideration. That part of my brain was quickly filling up. 

My mind flew back to the here and now when I heard Amy say, "If it looks like your dance card is starting to fill up, please put Mike and I down as well. We'd love to get to know you better as well."

"Wow, thank you. I admit I'm a bit overwhelmed right now," I replied. 

"You're welcome," Amy said. "Look, I know you are new to this so let me explain a few things for you. A single, attractive, sexy, bisexual woman is something of a rarity in the lifestyle. The fact of the matter is that a lot of couples are seeking such a woman to play with. It's simply a matter of supply and demand. There are a lot more couples out there looking for someone like you then there are women like you looking for them." 

I looked at Sharon and she simply nodded in agreement. 

Amy continued on, "I know that you have something going on with Sharon and Jim. It's pretty obvious from the way that you two, and you and Jim, are always looking at each other. I suspect that you are too new into this to have discussed exclusivity, at least playing outside your relationship. I have a feeling that you are going to be having that conversation in the very near future though." 

I was surprised at her words and wondered if I was that obvious. To say that I was even more overwhelmed would be an understatement. 

Sharon finally spoke up, "Kim, as far as Jim and I are concerned you are pretty much a free agent, especially at this point. Jim and I have a pretty open relationship and we wouldn't expect you to be any different if you are included in that relationship. We have some other things to talk with Jim about later. Why don't we just add this to the list."




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"OK," I murmured, my head spinning from this latest revelation and the thought that I had one more issue to consider. Was it an issue, or just another opportunity, I wondered? 

"OK, I've had enough hot water," Sharon said. Amy and I agreed and after a quick dip in the pool to cool off we headed back to our chaise lounges. I noticed that Jim had joined Mike and they were talking. At first I thought they may have been comparing notes on me. When we got closer I was mixed with both disappointment and relief that they were not. They were talking as boss and employer about some repairs that needed to be done around the camp. They politely brought their discussion to an end as the three of us approached and they welcomed us back. Mike and Jim both took turns giving us a chaste but thorough kiss as we joined them. I recall thinking that this was something I could get used to. There were just so many things to get used too. 

After chatting for a while, Jim asked if Sharon and I were ready for a "nap." His question produced a grin on Mike and Amy's faces. I'm sure that they realized that he was interested in more then rest. 

Amy smiled at me and said, "That sounds like a good idea. What about it Mike, you ready for a nap too?"

"Yea, great idea," he replied. 

"I really just meant a nap," Jim said.

"Yea right," responded a trio of voices, followed by a chorus of giggles. We gathered up our things and headed back to the golf cart.

Upon our return to their house, Sharon suggested a shower. She and I headed to the master bath suite and enjoyed a long, hot shower together. We washed and shampooed each other and I greatly enjoyed her hands on my body. It was a bit strange. Yes, I was slightly aroused by her, but at the same time there was a certain shared, non-sexual intimacy that I enjoyed even more. We dried each other with wonderful, large bath sheets afterwards and slunk off to the bed for a well deserved nap. 

I snuggled against Sharon's shoulder, her soft breast pressing against me and fell off into slumber. At some point I was slightly roused when John slid into bed with us. He snuggled into my backside and I was sandwiched between my two lovers with his arm thrown across both Sharon and myself. I thought again how this was something I could definitely get used to as I fell back into sleep once again. 

I was awoken by the unmistakable sound of Sharon's excited moans. I opened my eyes and saw her lying next to me, her legs draped over Jim's shoulders, and his face buried in her pussy. I immediately recognized that she was close to orgasm and reached out to caress her breast in order to help expedite the process. She reached out to me and beckoned me nearer. I moved closer and while pinching her nipple, our lips met. She moaned through our kiss as her orgasm peaked. I felt my own arousal growing as I shared in her joy. Her orgasm seemed to be the long leisurely sort that I was beginning to associate with what I thought of as "afternoon sex." She slumped back into the bedding as her body began its recovery process. Jim slid up and we met in a three-way kiss. Sharon and I both tasted her juices smeared on his face and lips as we kissed. Our tongues shared the taste as they danced together. 

"Kim, help Jim, he needs you. Give me a minute to catch my breath," Sharon gasped. 

I merely kissed her in response and moved over to attend to John. He was lying on his back, his impressive, tumescent cock stretched out across his belly. His cock was soon filling my mouth as I tried to mouth fuck him. I was starting to get the knack of handling his girth but I realized that I had a long way to go to match Sharon's expertise in that department. Based on his reaction to my efforts, Jim didn't seem to mind. I savored the slightly salty taste of his pre-cum on my tongue as it swirled across the head of his cock. 

I felt Sharon moving and her lips soon joined mine as she knelt next to me and joined me in my oral worship of her husband. Her hands caressed my back as we sucked on his cock.

Suddenly an idea occurred to me. I relinquished his cock to her for a moment and whispered into her ear, "Do you think I can try him in my ass?"

"MMMmmmm, I'm sure he would love that. He's been wanting that ever since we met you," she replied, removing his cock from her mouth just long enough to speak. "Why don't you go prepare yourself and I'll keep him ready for you?"

By "prepare yourself" I knew that she meant an enema. I simply nodded my understanding and crawled off the bed and headed towards the bathroom. I knew she kept a pretty good supply of disposable enemas in her cabinet and I soon found one and after using it I felt flushed, clean and ready to take my lovers cock in my bottom,

I rejoined Jim and Sharon on the bed and kneeled on the bed, once again taking his cock deep in my mouth. Sharon left us and I could hear her rustling around in the bedside table. 

She leaned over me and whispered into my ear, "Just keep that up, I'm going to finish getting you ready." 

I kept up my efforts with Jim, not really trying to get him off as much as keep him aroused. I was making slow love to his cock without any real goal of orgasm. It was something new for me and something I found that I enjoyed, giving pleasure for its own sake, and not necessarily orgasm as a goal in and of itself. The best way that I could describe it was an oral massage. This would soon change, but for the moment I simply enjoyed the unrushed experience. Jim seemed to enjoy it as well as he smiled down at me. 

The next thing I felt was Sharon's hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks. This was quickly followed by the delicious sensation of her tongue rimming, and later pushing into my ass. My arousal level ratcheted up several levels as a result of Sharon's actions. This weekend had certainly provided me with a new appreciation of my anal eroticism. 

The warm embrace of Sharon's tongue was replaced by the cool sensation of lube as she continued my preparation to receive her husband's cock in my back door. Her finger replaced her tongue as she spread the lube deep into the recess of my anus. I moaned into Jim's cock as I filled her finger filling and stretching me. It wasn't long before a second finger slowly joined the first and its intrusion filled me with a stretched feeling that I was quickly learning to appreciate. Sharon's third finger stretched me even further and I felt the hot pangs of some erotic pain as she stretched me. That pain quickly and almost magically metamorphisized into pleasure as my ass was further filled. Sharon set up a slow fucking motion with her fingers, allowing my ass to adjust and accommodate them. 

"Sweetie, she's almost ready for you, come here and let me get you ready," she said, while continuing to slide her fingers in and out of my spread ass. I had slowed my oral attention to Jim as Sharon's actions diverted my attention from his cock to my ass.

Jim moved to the foot of the bed and joined his wife. Her fingers left my ass and I slumped down onto the bed, my ass feeling empty for the moment. She quickly had his hard cock generously lubed and prepared to take my ass. She wiped her hands on a hand towel that had mysteriously appeared, seemingly out of no where, and moved me further up the bed. She placed a couple of pillows under my hips, elevating them and allowing Jim access to my posterior. 

I felt hands, Sharon's I thought, spreading my ass cheeks once again. Then there was pressure, the pressure of Jim's bulbous cock head pressing against the closed entrance to my ass. I willed myself to relax, to take deep breaths.

"Push out, like you are going to the bathroom," Sharon advised. 

I did so, and felt the pressure increase as Jim ever so slowly slid past the gates of my sphincter. I gasped as I felt the pain of his penetration spear through my ass. He stopped and waited for me to adjust to his girth. His cock was much more substantial then that of Mike's that had penetrated me the previous night. A thought went through my mind that maybe I was a bit too optimistic in my ability to accommodate his cock. However, I was determined to take him in my ass, and not ready to give up. After a minute or two, the pain morphed into a wonderful fullness that I was quickly learning to enjoy. I contracted my sphincter around Jim's cock head and he responded with a heart warming groan.    

"Just push back onto him when you're ready Kim, he'll let you take it at your own pace," Sharon whispered into my ear. I realized that with her duty as helper done, she had lain down next to me; her hand reassuringly caressed my back.

I rose up on my hands and started to slowly push my hips back towards Jim, his cock slowly sliding deeper. My bowels opened to receive him and I continued to marvel at the feeling of fullness. I found myself grunting as his cock slid deeper, filling me in a way that I had thought unimaginable, even with Mike. Sooner then I thought possible; I felt the bushy hair of his pubis pressed into the yielding softness of my ass cheeks. I felt a mild degree of elation and accomplishment in my ability to accept him. I was doing something that just days before I would have thought impossible, much less enjoyable. It was certainly enjoyable. Strangely, I even enjoyed the pain of the initial entry to some degree. That was something I needed to save for consideration at a later time. Right then, all I wanted to think about the wonderful feeling of Jim's cock buried in my ass and the warm feeling of Sharon next to me. I was in a sort of fog as I lost myself in the relatively new sensations that flowed through my body. 

"Just let Jim know when you are ready for him to start moving," Sharon said. Her voice had a soothing and empathic quality to it. This was definitely an experience I was sharing with her as much as Jim. She understood what I was feeling and I took a great deal of comfort in that. 

"I'm ready, slowly," I grunted to Jim.

Jim began shallow strokes, just an inch or so at a time, with a slow measured pace. I later marveled at his patience and will power. He played me like a fine violin, taking his cues from my reaction. His strokes lengthened and increased in pace as I reacted to him. I was lost in the sensations. At one point I realized I was pushing back towards him, encouraging him to push ever deeper to fill me. My own movements were setting the pace. He simply reacted to it. His cock was soon plowing in and out of my ass at a moderately quick pace and I could feel the flared head of his cock pressing against my anal sphincter.

"Fuck me Jim, fuck my ass," I moaned. I reveled in the experience. In a moment of reflection, I realized that I was getting off on the feeling of being taken, being used by Jim. While he had been very loving and sensitive in the beginning, Jim's own needs were now quickly coming to the surface and I was getting off on it. I realized that, as the experienced lover that he is, he knew I was at a point where comfort was no longer an issue. His hands gripped my hips tightly and he began to pull me back towards him to meet his thrusts. This only added to feelings I was experiencing. 

Something new joined the mélange of sensations I was feelings. Sharon's hand wormed its way beneath me and I soon felt her fingers dancing across my clit. It was enough to push me over the edge and I had a quick and surprisingly intense orgasm. The orgasm only seemed to fuel the fires that had been smoldering in me. It turned me into a feral beast, only intent on my own pleasure as I was taken by Jim. His cock repeatedly plunged into my welcoming ass as my hips unconsciously slammed back into him. I was incapable of any sort of conscious thought. My body and mind simply reacted to the sensations that flowed through them like liquid lava.

Sharon's other hand found one of my still sore nipples and she began to pinch it, alternating between pinches of my clitoris. The pain and pleasure her fingers produced just melded into with the sensation of his hard cock plunging into my distended ass and his balls slapping against my dripping and swollen labia. My repeated and loud cries of release and pleasure seemed to only further spur Jim on to an even more enthusiastic fucking of my ass. 

My body was wrenched by a string of seemingly never ending orgasms. One climax just flowed into the next. It was something I had never experienced, and would have thought unimaginable just a short time before. I felt the unbelievable at some point. Jim's cock seemed to swell even more. His masculine grunts of impending release was rapidly followed by the sensation of his hot cum jetting into my ass and his staccato, orgasmic thrusts as he unloaded into my ass. It was enough to push my fevered body into a final, and perhaps the most intense orgasm of the session. 

Jim slumped forward. My satiated body welcomed the feeling of him on top of me. Sharon's hands had slowed to a stop as we had reached a final, mutual dénouement. I felt his cum slowly started to leak from my ass as he began to soften inside me. It was a feeling my idled brain welcomed as it seemed to be the appropriate culmination of the wide range of sensations that were such an important part of this for me.

I fell into a state of post orgasmic lethargy. At some point I felt Jim roll off of me but he was still next to me, his arm draped softly across my back. His nearness was comforting to me. I needrd the intimacy of his presence as I floated in my post sexual haze. 

My mind returned to the here and now as I felt a new sensation. Sharon had returned to her helper mode. I had entirely forgotten about her for a while. She had a warm wash cloth and was cleaning my ass of the leaking lube and cum. I realized I would need a more thorough cleaning later, but her thoughtfulness was appreciated. She cleaned up Jim as well, after she was finished with me. I rolled my head to the side and looked at him. He seemed as wiped out as I did. Perhaps we had both found a level of sexual intensity that had reduced us to a similar level of exhaustion.

After resting and snuggling for a while I went off for my third shower of the day, not counting the one at the pool. Dang, I thought, being a slut isn't exactly conducive to water conservation. Jim joined me and it was his turn to wash me. Of course I reciprocated and washed him as well. I did notice that I was unable to get the smallest hint of a rise out of his cock, even as I soaped it with my hand. Even Jim had limits and I realized the last 48 hours must have depleted his sexual reserves. I know it had mine. I had long since lost track of how many orgasms I had enjoyed. 

After we finished our shower and dried each other I went in search of my bag and began the torturous task of preparing to re-enter the "real" world. I simply ran a brush through my hair and passed on any makeup. Jim and Sharon had seen me at my best and my worst by this time and I didn't feel that I needed to be all gussied up for them all of the time. 

As I was getting dressed, I realized this was really the first time I had worn clothes all weekend other then the lingerie I wore to the party. I didn't really count that as being truly dressed. To be honest, it was a bit let down as I prepared to join the world of "textiles," as nudists call non-naturist society. I would have never thought that I would have come to embrace the freedom of this lifestyle as much as I had. Perhaps that was just another facet of the weekend I would need to ponder upon in the near future. 

As I was preparing for my departure, I saw Sharon scamper by a few times. When I asked her what she was doing she simply said that she was putting together a "care package." I imagined something like a sandwich and a cold drink, but when she returned with a large shopping bag full of items, I found that I couldn't have been more wrong. 

I was packing a few last minute items when she joined me. She spilled the contents of the bag onto the bed and showed me what she was sending home with me. To say that I was a bit shocked would have been a severe understatement. The first that I noticed was the gauzy sarong that Sharon had loaned me when we had gone to the pool. She explained that she made about ten of them at a time and gave them away to friends that came to visit them as a sort of memento. The next thing I noticed was a book. It was called "The Ethical Slut." That was definitely an eye popping title and Sharon explained that it was book she enjoyed and had help guide her in a little self reflection upon her own sexuality and she thought I might find it useful myself. 

Sharon picked up a set of nipple clamps and said, "I don't think I need to tell you what these are for, but I thought they might be something you might like to try out." I indicated to her that I would but, raising my hands to my sore breasts and smiling at her, told her that it might be a while. Her eyes met mine and she smiled at me, her empathy clearly expressed in her eyes and on her face. 

The last items really shocked me. It was a medium sized anal plug, a set of anal beads, and a bottle of lube. Sharon said that if I was interested in doing a little exploration of my new found anal sexuality that these might come in handy. My ass was still sore from Jim's earlier plunder of my asshole, but I couldn't help but look at them with a little lust in my eyes. The soreness only served as a constant reminder of the joy I had experienced from having my ass so completely taken. 

After offering my thanks to Sharon for her generosity in the form of a lingering open mouth kiss, we parted. She made me promise to call her when I got home to make sure I got home alright. She added that we would talk later in the week after I had a few days to "digest," as she put it. It was the first time Sharon had said anything that indicated a concrete future and my heart leapt when I heard her imply it. Could she be as shy about discussing a possible for a future between the three of us as I was, I wondered? Surely not! Not Sharon, the woman I thought of as one of the most mature, self-assured, suave and sophisticated women I had ever met. I quickly realized that this simply could not be the case and she was just being sensitive to my situation. 

As I reminded myself to take things one day at a time, Jim joined us. We commenced into a round robin of thanks you's, expression of the good time we all had had, and goodbyes. Jim grabbed my bags, including the bag containing my "care kit" from Sharon and carried them to my car and loaded them for me. We joined in a series of passionate goodbye kisses that, if I had allowed it, would have led us back to their bed. I had to get home, back to the "real world," my life. This saddened me, but I simply accepted its inevitability and climbed into my car for the trip home.

I hadn't gotten more then a few miles down the road before the self analysis started. I suppose it would have started before then if I hadn't been forced to concentrate on navigating back to the highway. As soon as I was on the interstate and had the cruise control set, my mind was diverted to a bewildering array of flashbacks interspersed with one overwhelming question, "What did this mean and how does this change my life?"

I didn't expect any crystalline revelations or immediate answers. The true meaning of life was still as far outside my immediate grasp as it had always been. However, it was at that point that I began the journey, the journey towards self-awareness and acceptance of my sexuality. If nothing else, I realized, the events of this weekend had allowed me to come to terms with a sexuality that I was only remotely aware existed in my previous life. Mixed in with all the self-doubt was a new sense of empowerment. If nothing else, I had begun to learn that I was capable of taking control of my own sexual pleasure. This concept was no longer some abstract thing from the pages of Cosmo. It was a part of new me. 




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I had a feeling my future would be interesting. I recall thinking that I had just begun a new journey, a new exploration, and a journey that would definitely be worth the trip. Hhhmmm, so much to think about.       

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The Hunger Ch. 07



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My two hour drive home from the camp was the first real time I had had for in depth introspection and reflection. I used it well; although I'm not sure it had the results I hoped for. I suppose I was left with as many questions as answers. I suppose the key question was "What the hell does all this mean?" I obviously needed to do some serious work on my self-image. I had always thought of myself as a fairly liberated and uninhibited lover. However, in the context of the events of the previous couple of days that image was shattered. Had I enjoyed myself? Absolutely, but I was still left with the nagging question of whether this previously untapped explosion of sexuality was really me, or just some sort of one-time aberration. The analytical side of my personality referred to it as a "statistical anomaly." On the other hand, I couldn't help but wonder if there was a simpler answer. Had I just tapped into a previously buried part of my sexuality? They say that we are, to some degree, the product of our environment. Had the environment that Jim and Sharon exposed me to uncovered a part of me that had been lying dormant due to more mundane nature of my sex life?

I had always thought I had a healthy libido. I liked sex as much as most single women I supposed. Admittedly, my sex life was somewhat lacking, but I had always attributed that to the less then inspiring skills of my lovers. I was left wondering if my perception of their lack of skills had more to do with my own inhibitions then their talents in bed.

I did make one significant break through in this self analysis. When my mind turned to the memories of the time and pleasure I shared with Sharon and the other women at the party, it was pretty clear that I was in fact a full blown bisexual. I could not kid myself about that any longer, at least not with any degree of honesty. What I had shared with them, both emotionally and physically, left no doubt in my mind. My curiosity about women was what led me into this in the first place, wasn't it? My suspicions were definitely confirmed. What was not shocking was the sexual attraction I had enjoyed. That had been a key part of my fantasy life for a long time. 

What really surprised me was the emotional link I felt towards Sharon. My attraction to her was clearly more then just sexual. Playing with the other women at the party had been fun, but I felt something much deeper with Sharon. I had sought out a playmate, a kindred spirit, but what I felt developing was something much more complicated and involved. Sure I cared for Jim too, but that was not as hard for me to accept. My feelings towards him fit more tidily in my mostly heterosexual view of the world. The fact that he was married to another woman, on the other hand, was perhaps a bit more difficult to digest.

My thoughts of Jim brought me back to an even bigger question. How would I, a single woman, fit into their life together, and they into my own? The concept of polyamory was something foreign to me. I was barely familiar with the term, something I recall reading as some minor reference to in a long ago college human sexuality course. As I turned into my apartment complex I decided that this was a concept that perhaps required a bit of research and I made a note to myself to search the internet for more information on this topic that had previously been so foreign to me.

As I unloaded my overnight bag I saw the bag of goodies that Sharon had sent home with me. Flashbacks hit me like a bolt of lightning as I saw it. I had maintained a level of mild arousal on my way home as my brain filled with a mixture of sexual imagery and lifestyle questions that resulted from those images. That arousal blossomed when I saw the bag. What was happening to me? How could I be this turned on after everything I had experienced over the weekend? Wasn't there some limit to what my body and libido needed? It was if the more sex I got, the more I needed. Could I be turning into some sort of sex addict? I was familiar with the concept of sex addiction, but I never really took it seriously and had always considered it as some sort of weird psychological manifestation. I certainly didn't feel weird. Was I a bit confused? Yes. Weird? No. Actually what I felt deep down, when I was truly honest with myself, was more like empowerment and enlightenment.

I hurried into my apartment and was soon out of clothes and in my bed. My trusty vibrator was in my hand and I had a quick and satisfying orgasm while images of writhing bodies, male and female, filled my head. My hunger was satiated, at least temporarily, and I sank into a heavy sleep. 

I wish I could say that my demons and issues were put to rest, but they weren't. As my week went on I tried to bury myself in my work to keep my mind involved in the every day details of my professional life. However, my thoughts continued to stray back to the questions that bedeviled me. My appetite for sex did not wane in the least. Masturbation, which had previously been a couple of times a week release for me, became a major part of my life. A quick masturbation session in the shower or at bedtime turned into major sessions of self love. By the end of the day my eyes were constantly on the clock, waiting until that magic time when I could flee my office for the confines of my home and indulge my passions. 

I noticed other changes in my outlook on life as well. I was much more aware of the people around me. I found myself admiring both men and women I encountered in the office, in a restaurant at lunch, or even just on the street. I quickly developed little mini-fantasies about these people. Were they good lovers, inventive, exploratory, long lasting, or kinky? What did they look like naked? Did she shave her pussy? Did he have a big cock? Is she into women or would she like to be? Does she like it in the ass?

While I tried to maintain the cool, calm professional demeanor on the outside that most of my co-workers had come to associate with me, I was a sexual turmoil on the inside. My mind was like a crack in a dam. Once the crack formed, the flood soon followed. This turmoil was offset to some degree by the intensity with which I addressed my work. Only by submerging myself in my work was I able to hold the sexual demons at bay. 

It wasn't like these changes were unnoticed. My boss made several complimentary remarks about the work that I was turning out, not only about the quality but the quantity as well. I was like a woman possessed, she stated. Lisa, my only real friend at work, made several comments about how I seemed to "glow," as she put it. She made several inquiries about whether I had a new boyfriend while we shared a quick salad at lunch. I didn't think she could handle the truth, so I did my best to fend off her questions. I was just barely able to handle the truth myself. I couldn't help thinking to myself, "If you only knew Lisa, if you only knew."

Other changes had crept into my life as well. My work attire was usually shed almost immediately upon entering my apartment. I quickly grew more comfortable being in just my skin. My apartment's thermostat was adjusted accordingly to compensate for this new facet of my life. The long tee shirts, sweats, and pajamas that had previously been my normal lounge wear was left buried in a dresser drawer.

I also found myself digging into my lingerie drawer for the sexier lingerie that I normally reserved for a "hot date." These items became part of my day to day lingerie instead of just special occasions. It was if they allowed me to stay in touch with my sexual and sensual self even while covered in my more practical work wardrobe. My plain Jane, "practical," bras and panties soon took their place at the bottom of the drawer. Cotton and nylon were replaced by lace, silk, and satin. My full cut bras and panties were replaced with demicups and thongs. Pantyhose were replaced with thigh highs and garter belts. I suppose my outer wear changed as well, if to a lesser degree. I began to dress a little more attractively. The skirts to my usual business suits became shorter, the slacks a little tighter, and cotton blouses gave way to silk. I also gravitated towards higher heeled shoes as my normal emphasis on comfort gave way to style and appearance. I found myself developing a new found appreciation for just how good my legs looked in heels and deciding that adding a few more pairs to my collection was called for after my next paycheck. These changes were noticed at work of course, especially by my friend Lisa. I was able to dismiss them as a simple revamping of my "style." 

As I alluded to earlier, my masturbatory patterns were changing and developing as well. I began to set my alarm clock 30 minutes earlier to allow myself time for more then just a "quick cum," as I had thought of it, in the shower. My day typically began with a long, drawn out session in which I brought myself to the edge repeatedly and allowed my body to build to a really wonderful orgasm. Long gone were the days in which my morning sessions were just a "release." If nothing else, I had learned the advantages of orgasmic quality over expedience. I was quickly becoming a connoisseur of fine orgasms just like some people savored fine wine, cognac or cigars. 

I found that these pre-dawn adventures gave me a better out look on life during the day. I was more relaxed and confident at the office, even if my mind was still filled with occasional flashes of fantasy and sexual imagery. I started to think of these episodes as my "breaks." Just as some people needed occasional cigarette or coffee breaks, I needed "fantasy breaks." More then once they were interrupted by an un-knowing co-worker who walked into my office with my feet kicked up and a smile on my face. I was able to dismiss these, when asked, as just a bit of daydreaming about an upcoming vacation. I was careful that my suit coat or blazer covered my turgid nipples and I certainly hoped that the smell of my wet pussy was not noticeable. On more then one occasion I was forced into using panty liners that I had begun to carry with me for this purpose. I resisted the urge to slink off to the ladies restroom for quick masturbation breaks although I did feel the urge. I just stored up the passion and saved it for when I got home. 

My night time masturbatory sessions became much more elaborate and drawn out. This was the time devoted to fully exploring my new found sexuality. Sharon's gifts were put to good use, especially after I had a couple of days to recover from the weekend, particularly my well used ass and nipples. 

I was very familiar with the old idea that to be a good lover you have to know how to make love to yourself first. I had read more then one article in magazines like Cosmo on this topic. I guess I had never truly appreciated that concept. The recent events in my life made these ideas crystalline clear in my consciousness. My appetite for sex, and especially for exploratory sex, was voracious. When I wasn't actually doing it, I was thinking about it and planning the next session. I went so far as to make a trip to the drug store to lie in supplies for these sessions. I began to devote time to creating a scene for my night time self love sessions. I bought bubble bath so that I can enjoy a long relaxing soak in preparation. Candles, wine, and a good supply of disposable enemas was also included. I also stocked up on lube because I realized the small bottle that Sharon had provided would not last long at the rate I was going. I even broke out my satin sheets that I usually saved for when I was expecting to bring home a potential lover. I was willing to take the time and spend the money to create the sort of atmosphere that I felt was conducive to my future explorations.

My exploration was rather expansive. My experience with Jim and Sharon and at the party had opened up a lot of possibilities to me that I was anxious to explore, both physically as well as psychologically. My night time forays into the world of self induced pleasure were accompanied by some pretty wild fantasies. It seemed that whatever inhibitions I had had were gone and my mind was free to consider options I had never even imagined before. These fantasies were interspersed with a lot of very hot memories as well. Sometimes it was hard to tell where the memories stopped and the fantasies began. One thing that I noticed about my fantasies, as opposed to those from before, was they were no longer fanciful. My fantasies before had never been about things that I would necessarily consider doing in real life. They were more of the "what if" variety. Now I found my thoughts were devoted to creating scenarios for future, real world exploration. 

I made some wonderful discoveries about my sexual likes and interests. Yes, I did truly enjoy my new found anal eroticism. My most explosive orgasms usually involved some sort of anal play, whether it is with my fingers, the plug or beads that Sharon gave me, or one of my other toys. I became fastidious in keeping my rear passage clean for anal exploration and I even invested in an enema bag for most extensive "cleaning." I even found that giving myself an enema could be an enjoyable experience, rather then just a "chore." 

One of my most memorable orgasms came from using the anal beads which I found out were deliciously fun. Pulling them out when my orgasm peaked led to a wonderful climax. This revelation led to a quick trip to my computer to order a couple more sets of beads in various sizes from an online toy site so that I could explore this variation more completely. 

I also found that I love the full feeling of the plug, even though it lacked the thrusting power of Jim's cock. I found that wearing it for extended periods around my apartment kept my arousal level elevated, but without creating an overwhelming need for immediate release. It was a sort of self induced tease that I learned to appreciate. It also had a secondary benefit. I discovered that keeping it in place was not always easy and it provides a good source of exercise for my sphincter and glutes as I wore it around the apartment. I also discovered something else as a result of using it that led to very hot fantasies and a resolve to explore them more fully. One night I had been wearing the plug for a couple of hours and after moving to the bedroom I had the idea of fucking myself with a favorite dildo. Having both my ass and cunt filled at the same time resulted in a series of earth shattering orgasms. It was definitely in the "fireworks" category.

I also found out that my experiences with erotic pain had not been a fluke. I had always liked my breasts treated a little roughly but I, nor my lovers, had ever taken it to the extreme that I had gone to over the weekend. I tried out the nipple clamps and while I did enjoy them, I found out that timing was the key. If I wasn't sufficiently aroused, they were just plain painful and that the pain numbed after I had worn them for a while. I learned to adjust them and as my arousal level increased, so did the pressure that I applied. Perhaps their best use, I found, was when I pulled them off as I came. The blood rushed back into my nips and the sensation always added to my explosion. I also found that holding the connecting chain in my mouth and tugging on my nipples while my hands were otherwise occupied was an interesting experience. 

My experiments with erotic pain were not limited to the clamps. I dug out some clothes pins I sometimes used for hanging up hand washed items and tried using them on other parts of my body. My breasts, belly, and labia were all subjected to their bite. One of my most intense experiences came when I tried using them one on my clit when I was near my peak. I actually passed out from that. The intense pain and pleasure really did a number on me. The pain, without accompanying pleasure, when I awoke, was not very pleasant however, and I decided this may not be something I would try on a regular basis. At least not when I was alone.

I even tried a little self-administered spanking. I experimented with my hand, an antique hair brush, a plastic ruler, and even a kitchen spatula. While I enjoyed the warm glow on my ass, I found that it lost something without the presence of a lover to deliver the swats. Perhaps I needed a domineering lover to trigger the sort of deep seated feelings that my sub side needed to fully enjoy this sort of activity. I did find that spanking my pussy as part of my frequent masturbation sessions was interesting and very arousing and it became a regular part of my masturbatory repertoire. 

All of the attention to the pleasure that my body was capable of providing led to another positive by-product. I started going back to the gym and worked out with a vengeance. I was determined to get myself in the best possible condition I could. If nothing else, I thought, it would help my stamina. My time in the gym as well as my sexual workouts at home resulted in better quality sleep then I had enjoyed in a long time. By the time I was in bed, to sleep, not play, I slept well and awoke rested and full of energy. 

While my body was well exercised, sexually and otherwise, my mind was also kept busy. I tried to devote at least an hour in the evenings to explore online. The world was my oyster and my interests seemed to be far ranging. A rapidly growing list of bookmarks filled my browser. For the most part I sought out informative, resource oriented sites rather then the more prevalent porn varieties. However, I will admit to spending more then a little time surfing some porn sites, usually with one hand busy in my crotch. 

If you looked at my bookmarks, you would find sites devoted to Naturism, swinging, polyamory, bisexuality, and even BDSM. I had decided that if I was going to accept my new sexuality and lifestyle, I was at least going to try to understand the ground rules. I couldn't really define what my lifestyle was at that point, but I was willing to explore the possibilities. Most of all I was surprised to find out there were so many people out there like me. That is, people with similar desires, needs, interests, and dare I say kinks? I was particularly interested in reading material written by female writers that shared the same feeling that I did. It gave me a warm feeling to know that I was not alone. Deep within me, I knew that I was never truly alone. If nothing else, Sharon and Amy had taught me that. Still, it was good to know that I was not as unique in my feelings as I had previously thought. 

I also dove into a couple of erotic story sites. I was familiar with a few and had availed myself of them in the past for "jill off" material. Now though, I saw them a little differently. Again, I was drawn to stories by female authors whose experiences, or at least their fantasies, mirrored my own. I did find a lot of stories that did nothing for me, or even revolted me to some degree. I quickly learned how to scan through a story to see if it was something I would find interesting before investing the time needed to read it. Mostly though, I found them a good source of fantasy material. They were fresh material that helped me open my horizons to other possibilities for further sexual exploration. 

I quickly found that I was drawn to a couple of categories of stories. Group sex, especially stories about swinging and 3-somes, bisexual and lesbian, and BDSM stories seemed to grab my interest more often then not. Not that I was limited to those types of stories alone. I was looking for options and I forced myself to explore outside of my favorites. Sometimes this resulted in more questions then answers, especially if it was a story that was pretty "out there," and I found myself being aroused by it. Some of the BDSM stories were like that. While I could never see myself living as a 24/7 slave, I did find myself being occasionally aroused by this type of story. Some of the fetish oriented stories resulted in a similar response. One well written bisexual story in which one of the main characters was lactating led to some very warm memories of Terri, who I had met at Mike and Amy's party. 




The Hunger Ch. 07



My reading was not limited to the internet. I tore through the book, The Ethical Slut, which Sharon had sent home with me. She was absolutely right; it did turn out to be a wonderful tool in my acceptance of my sexuality. Again, I found there are others like me and not only do they exist but the book set out a sort of loose guide towards how to treat others in regards to this type of lifestyle. The suggestions did not just cover how to treat lovers in bed, but also in regards to your out of bed relationships with significant others as well as more casual sexual acquaintances. It talked about how it was possible to have lovers in your life on various levels and how to enjoy being with them. It helped guide me towards a new found sense of acceptance and self-awareness. It was OK, after all, to enjoy sex for the sake of the pleasure alone. It didn't make me a bad person, or even a pervert for that matter. Enjoying sex was a healthy thing, both physically and psychologically, and perhaps spiritually in its own way. I finished the book with an entirely new definition of the word slut and began to accept that term as part of my own sexual self-identity and vocabulary.

I chatted with Sharon almost every night online. She did not contact me on Monday, saying that she wanted to give me some time to recover and reflect. She mainly listened as I poured out everything that was going on in my life and my brain. She later said it was like I went through an accelerated version of what she had herself gone through at one point in her life. What she discovered in months or even years was happening to me in mere days. She called me "motivated" and the word "epiphany" was used on a couple of occasions. I couldn't help but smile at that. When I thought about it I had to agree. I had never gone about anything in my life in a half hearted manner. It was all or nothing and that extended to both my personal and professional life. When I took something on, I did so with a certain degree of devotion and ferocity. Perhaps re-inventing my sexuality was no different.

Mostly though, she provided me with support and comfort. She was the big sister I never had. Our online chats could have just as easily occurred in a pink bedroom with rock star posters and with us dressed in flannel night gowns as we discussed the guys we liked at school. Obviously, the subject matter was a bit more mature than that, but our time together had that sort of feel to it. She was my peer and my mentor at the same time. I think she got a pretty good kick out of it. She told me that she was reporting the majority of our chats back to Jim and he was enjoying it as well. She hinted that she and Jim had enjoyed more then one enjoyable sex session after she shared the latest details of my burgeoning sexuality. Apparently I was also serving as a catalyst for them as well. 

Our chats broke down to two different categories. The first discussion concerned the details of my sexual exploration, both physical and mental. That was pretty easy for me. She usually listened to what I was trying during my masturbation sessions and the kinds of material I was reading online and in "Slut." She merely offered a few suggestions, usually a favorite web site or something similar. The second category was what I came to refer to as "what does this all mean?" I could sense that she was re-assured by the progress I had made in this regard. Our chats acted as a good gauge of how well I was actually doing. By talking to her, it forced me to put a lot of discordant thoughts into some sort of intelligible form. Talking to her helped me organize my own introspection to the point that it all started to make sense to me as well. For that I will eternally be grateful to Sharon. My various thoughts, feelings, emotions, and physical sensations were all starting to form some sort of cohesiveness that allowed me to at least prepare to make some decisions about my life. I wasn't there yet, and perhaps wouldn't be there at any point in the immediate future, but I could begin to see the light at the end of the tunnel. It was all starting to make sense.

When I told Sharon about going back to the gym, she had some good suggestions on how to incorporate that as part of my sexual exploration that I incorporated into my workouts. The next evening I was mounted on an exer-cycle with my trusty plug buried in my ass and the cycle seat doing a great job of pushing it in further. I hope the other occupants didn't recognize the wet stain between my thighs was anything other than sweat because I was flowing like a river. I reported the results back to Sharon later that evening and she seemed pleased. I also told her that I had really gotten into people watching at the gym and had added a few of the regulars there as characters in my fantasies. 

When I told her about the results with the plug, I said that it sure helped my motivation to continue working out. She said she had another suggestion and the next day I was visiting an adult bookstore near where I worked in search of something that she called "duotone balls." I had no idea what they were, but the cute girl that worked there showed me what they were, all the while grinning broadly. I was in a hurry to get to the gym but decided that another trip to this store was called for. I not only wanted to see what other items might catch my eye, but possibly to get to know the cute clerk a little better as well.

The duotone balls were an absolute success. They were rapidly incorporated into my repertoire. They resulted in a moderate level of arousal while I worked out that I found very enjoyable. I did manage to remember to throw some panty liners into my workout bag this time to prevent any embarrassing stains. I found that the duotones had their best effect while I was on the stair climber. They forced me to do kegels while I was exercising to keep them in. They did try to slip out once, but a quick trip to the locker room to re-insert them took care of that problem and I soon had the knack of wearing them. I had always been pretty conscientious about doing kegels to keep my pussy well toned, but I thought a few more certainly wouldn't hurt as part of my workouts. I did revert to a quick "jill off" orgasm in the shower after my workout, but it was just an appetizer for more extensive exploration when I got home. After that, the duotones and the plug found a permanent home in my workout bag.

On Wednesday, during a phone call with Sharon, I got the question from her that I had been hoping for ever since I had left. She asked if I wanted to come back to the camp and spend the weekend with them. She offered to give me some time to think it over but I quickly accepted. I did inform her that I did have one possible conflict. I had been exchanging emails and a phone call with Ken and Lynn and they had extended an invitation to spend the evening with them on Saturday. Sharon was very accommodating and said that she and Jim wouldn't have a problem with me slinking off to go play with Ken and Lynn. She chuckled as she said "slink off." 

Sharon was quiet for a minute and then said, "One thing I should warn you about though."

"What's that?" I replied.

"Ken and Lynn can be pretty intense if you know what I mean. They tone it down at parties but when they are playing in the privacy of their home they tend to cut loose," she stated. 

"By intense, you mean that they are into BDSM?" I asked. 

"Uuuuuhhh, yes, exactly," she said. 

"Well, I sorta got a hint about that at the party. I just sensed that and when we talked yesterday the topic came up. To be honest, I'm more then a little intrigued."

A pretty extensive conversation followed about BDSM and how practitioners of that lifestyle made up a sub-set of the swinging lifestyle. She explained that they usually keep a pretty low profile when playing with other couples that were not into BDSM. Non-BDSM couples were referred to as a "vanillas." 

I told Sharon that I appreciated being forewarned and went on to tell her that my "research" gave me at least a basic idea of what to expect. She accepted that I was a big girl and knew what I was doing and our conversation moved on to the more practical matters of making plans for my trip back to the camp. 

After I finally said my goodbyes to Sharon I fired off an email to Ken and Lynn and accepted their offer. I was looking forward to a new adventure.

My "play time" that night was particularly passionate. My fantasies were filled with images of playing with Sharon and Jim and also of Ken and Lynn. My fantasies of Ken and Lynn were even wilder. At least with Sharon I had some basis to know what to expect. Playing with Ken and Lynn was a total unknown to me and my imagination had no limits. 

I was quite distracted on Thursday, or should I just say more than usual? I again buried myself in work and tried to stay focused. I did manage to slide out for lunch and a quick shopping trip. I wanted to pick up a few things to wear for the weekend. My limited "slut wear" wardrobe was a little thin. I had fired off a quick email to Sharon in the morning and asked her advice as to what I should wear, if anything, for my date with Ken and Lynn. She gave me a few suggestions and I ventured out at lunch to find something along the lines of her suggestions. There is a lingerie and dance wear store near my office that I thought would have something appropriate. I did some quick power shopping and grabbed a take out salad to eat back at my desk. Thankfully the afternoon was a blur as I buried myself in a new project I had been assigned.

I didn't even look at the clock until it was 5:30. I decided to wrap up my work, call it a day and head to the gym. When I got to the gym I stripped out of my work clothes and stepped on the scales. I was happy to see that I had lost 2 pounds. My goal wasn't really to lose weight, but it was nice to see that my efforts were have some results. I was more interested in toning and body sculpting. My arms and legs could use a little tightening, and a bit more muscles on my chest and ass wouldn't hurt either. 

I took my work out bag to the enclosed toilet to insert my plug, which I had decided to wear for my workout. I caught the eye of a cute, young female trainer who I thought might have seen the plug inside my unzippered bag. She gave me a big smile that reinforced my conclusion. I was embarrassed and excited at the same time. I couldn't help but think of her as I lubed and inserted the plug. I was gradually learning to relax and accept it and it was getting easier as time went on.

I started my work out on the bike and I made eye contact with the trainer a few times. We exchanged smiles and it was almost like we were flirting with our eyes and smiles across the gym. I recall seeing her around the gym before, but to be honest I hadn't really paid much attention to her. It seemed like there was always something new catching my attention lately. I couldn't help admiring her and my mind wandered back to Cathy, my body builder lover from the party. It wasn't that their bodies were all that similar. Cathy was much taller and more heavily muscled. The trainer was more petite and compact but I couldn't help but admire her fit body. She was wearing a t-shirt and shorts with the gym's logo on them. The best way I can describe her is as being "tight." I had her pegged as an aerobics instructor, or something similar. She had the body of someone that had always been an athlete or fitness fanatic. Her breasts were small and rode high on her chest. Perhaps her best feature was her ass. It was definitely of the "bubble butt" variety but it was clear as I watched her that it was all muscle, and not flabby at all. Her youth, blond hair, blue eyes, along with her body were like a sign that said, "cheer leader." 

If grinding away on the bike with the plug in my ass hadn't already done the job, looking at, and thinking about the trainer certainly had me in an aroused state. My nipples were making their presence known through the thin fabric of my leotard for anyone that cared to look. I hung a towel around my neck to cover them. I was glad I had the foresight to use a panty liner because my pussy was leaking profusely. I had considered using the duotones and the plug together and I was suddenly glad I hadn't. I think I might have overwhelmed the absorbent capacity of the panty liner. My labia were swollen and my arousal was further increased by my pumping thighs. I tried to concentrate on my workout, but when I started to do kegels in rhythm with my pedaling, it just increased my arousal to another level. My ass contracted around the plug as I did the kegels and this only added to the sensations flooding my body. I was definitely in heat. The fact that I was in public added a wicked element that just turned up my lust to a higher degree. My hard nipples seemed as if they were ready to explode through the fabric covering them. I realized that my passion was causing me to push my workout even harder and I was pedaling faster as my lust grew. I lost track of the trainer as she circulated around the floor, providing suggestions to the various people in the gym. I was jolted back into reality when I heard her voice next to me. 

"You're really pushing it tonight, aren't you," I heard her say.

"Yea, I guess so. I just needed to work off a little frustration," I replied, our eyes meeting. 

"Tough day at work?" she asked.

"Yea, that too," I replied. 

She giggled and her eyes sort of lit up when she did. My pussy throbbed. I was in full tilt lust for this little hard bodied girl. She wasn't much more then a girl I thought, maybe 20 or 21 years old. I suddenly felt very old.

"The bike is really good for general aerobic workouts. Is there anything you would like some help with, meaning anything else you would like to accomplish at the gym?" she said. Did I see a glint in her eyes that could indicate a double meaning to her statement, I wondered?

"Well, now that you mention it, I was thinking earlier about doing some other exercise to help do a little bit of body sculpting. To be honest I have never done any weight training and I am a little bit intimidated by it," I replied. I couldn't help but notice a change in her smile. Was she happy that I had asked for her help? Hmmmm... Perhaps I wasn't the only one that was feeling an attraction here. That thought caused another involuntary spasm in my pussy and I couldn't help but wonder what I was getting myself into. 

"Why don't you follow me over to the weight area and we can talk about your goals and perhaps come up with a simple program to achieve it. I promise to keep it simple and let you work your way into it," she said. Her smile was infectious and at that point I think I would have followed her anywhere. 

As I got off the bike and began to follow her she said, "By the way, my name is Heather." Of course it is, I couldn't help thinking snidely, definitely a cheer leader. Her name fit her appearance and perky personality. 

"Nice to meet you Heather, I'm Kim," I replied, trying to keep a straight face.

As we walked she asked me about my goals and I repeated to her my earlier thoughts. When I told her that I though my breasts could be helped out a little with a little work on my pecs, she looked down at her own chest, looked up at me, grinned, and said "I know the feeling."

I didn't miss a beat and replied, "Maybe you just need a second opinion, they look pretty good to me." I couldn't believe it, here I was flirting with this girl and throwing sexual innuendos at her like a brazen hussy. I would have never even considered saying anything like that only a short time ago. I had said it without even thinking. It just rolled off my lips. Perhaps some of the changes that had occurred to me were starting to make their selves known.

When we got around to talking about my ass she said she had the perfect exercise for that. I snuck a peek at her ass and asked, "Are you speaking from personal experience here, because if this exercise is your secret, I definitely want to know what it is."

Heather blushed at my not so subtle compliment of her ass and said, "Well, that is partly genetics and partly exercise, but your glutes don't look like they need a lot of work, perhaps just a little toning. I'd be happy to help you with a program and help, err... monitor your progress," she said, her voice softer to keep from being over heard.

Damn, this girl could dish it out as well as she received it. I've never been a big flirter, but I was really enjoying the bantering back and forth with Heather. Her non-verbal cues were stepped up a notch as well. I was getting lost in her eyes and her smile. Was I just fooling myself? Could this girl be attracted to me, or was she just enjoying flirting with me?

Her hands were touching my body as she showed me which muscles to concentrate on as she led me through my workout. My pussy twitched and clit throbbed in sympathy whenever she touched me. Damn, she was turning me on. "Why?" I asked myself. It wasn't like I was going without sex. My libido was definitely super charged lately and sex was always hanging there, always in the background, in almost every facet of my life. I forced myself to concentrate on the workout, but my mind was constantly wandering. I couldn't help wondering what Heather would taste like, what she sounded like when she reached orgasm, and how her nipples would feel between my lips. These thoughts, and many others, flashed through my mind like lightning.

Finally she was through with me. I experienced a combined feel of relief and loss that my time with her was over. Those feeling were exacerbated by her parting comments to me.

"Why don't you cool down for a bit, take a shower and then take a soak in the hot tub? My shift is almost over and I'll join you in a few minutes and we can discuss your new training regime."

"OK, sounds like a plan," I managed to say. I skipped my usual cool down and rushed to the shower and stripped out of my soaked workout outfit in record time. My body was flushed and warm, from both the exercise and my arousal. I decided that I liked the flushed feeling that the weight workout had caused. Once I was under the warm spray of the water, my fingers flew to my pussy for relief. The plug was still in my ass and as always, its presence increased my pleasure. My orgasm was quick and especially intense and I struggled to muffle my moans of pleasure. I hoped that the sound of the flowing water helped to cover the sounds of pleasure that did manage to slip past my lips. I let my pent up fantasies of Heather flood my brain as I diddled myself to a climax. The orgasm was much needed but hardly satisfying. I was still in need of more, but it was just enough to take the edge off my passion until I got home where I could allow myself the freedom to really let go.

My gym had a separate men's and women's hot tub in the locker room. It was not unusual for the women to soak nude after their workout. The new found freedom I felt in nudism allowed me to especially enjoy this feature of the gym. After I had soaped up and regained some sense of normality, I removed the plug, stashed it in the zip lock bag I saved for this purpose and wrapped in a towel, I headed for the warm waters of the spa. 

I settled in and closed my eyes and reclined my head back on the edge of the tub. The water felt good. Heather had pushed me beyond my normal workout and I knew I would be sore in the morning. It was late and near closing time and I was the only occupant of the tub. I could hear other women in the locker room as they dressed. The sound of conversations and slamming locker doors faded into a dull background. My mind once again wandered as I thought about Heather and my reaction to her. I had come to the conclusion that she would simply supply me with some nice new fantasy material for my forays into self loving when my reverie was interrupted as I heard foot steps approaching.




The Hunger Ch. 07



I opened my eyes and looked in the direction of the foot steps. It was Heather. She was nude and I caught myself when I realized I was gawking. She was a goddess! I forced my eyes to focus on her face but couldn't help checking her out more extensively as she stepped into the spa. Her breasts had the firmness of youth and were topped with small Hershey kiss nipples that stood up proudly. Her belly displayed a six pack of muscles that told of her devotion to fitness. The muscles of her arms and legs stood out in stark relief but were not bulky. Her pussy was trimmed and I noticed she had a "landing strip" similar to my own. It was when she turned around to step into the water that I almost gasped. Her ass was a piece of art. It was an ass that I couldn't help but imagine worshipping for hours upon hours. Her cheeks stood out proudly, seemingly begging to be kissed. I couldn't help but get a quick flash of her shaved pussy as she backed into the spa. "Was that on purpose?" I asked myself. 

My appreciation of Heather's body was abruptly interrupted when she sank into the water and she moved over near me in the large tub. She was near enough that we could have an intimate conversation yet still allow us each some degree of personal space. Our eyes met and she smiled that charming smile that I had quickly learned to associate with her.

She was still in her professional mode and our conversation was back to suggestions about my workout. Despite her "cheerleader looks" and the type of personality and intelligence I stereotypically associated with it, I was rapidly beginning to appreciate that she was in fact a very intelligent and well spoken young woman. Her stock was definitely on the rise. When the conversation about my new workout regime, my goals, and the path to achieve them finally tailed off, I was able to manipulate the conversation to Heather herself. I began to probe and ask questions about her and she opened up.

She explained that she was 21, a full time college student, and worked at the gym part time in the evenings to help subsidize the money her parents provided for college. She explained that her job here was so that she could afford a small apartment that allowed her to get out the dorms. She was a senior and was planning on going into physical therapy or possibly going to chiropractic school. "Yes," I remembered thinking, "she's definitely not just another dumb blond cheerleader." The fact of the mater was that she was in fact a cheerleader for her college football team but with the season over, and this being her senior year with graduation looming, that part of her life was history.

I pressed on for a few more details about her. When I asked her if she had a boyfriend, she got quiet for a moment and then said no, that she and her most recent lover had broken up a few months before. She also said, without being asked, that she lived alone. When I said something about how I had to struggle through college with a series of roommates she explained that she was able to supplement her income with private training sessions that she did in addition to working at the gym. My dirty little mind couldn't help thinking of a very private, very intimate training session with her. 

When I asked a follow up question about her ex-boyfriend, she grew quiet again, blushed slightly, looked at me, and said, "My lover was a woman. I'm not really a lesbian, if that is what you are thinking, but I have had male and female lovers in the past. The most recent one just happened to be a woman."

I saw a look in her eyes that seemed like she was desperate for understanding, and perhaps, something else, acceptance maybe? Could she be a kindred soul, a devote bisexual lost in a heterosexual dominated world? It seemed like it. I sensed a certain need in her to connect with me, at least on a level of understanding. I some how sensed her revelation to me concerning her sexuality was not an easy, especially with someone she only knew from her professional life. I could understand that took more then a little courage. She seemed to need me to show her that she had not just made a major blunder. I felt a need to reassure her and at the same time I felt a degree of sisterhood with this young woman. 

"That's cool," I replied. "I'm bi too, although it's something pretty new in my life." I was with a woman for the first time very recently," I added, not wanting to get into explicit details. At the same time I wanted to reciprocate the openness she had shared with me. 

I could see the relief flow across her face at my own revelation. After that, the subject was dropped and our conversation was all over the place as we exchanged details about ourselves. There was a bonding that was taking place that was a little bit of a mystery to me. On one level we were working on developing a friendship like only two women can, and at the same time there was a definite sexual element. Even in my limited experience with female lovers I could tell the attraction was there. The earlier flirting was a not so subtle hint, but now that we had laid our cards on the table, so to speak, it had opened things up between us. This was so different then the early stages of a relationship with a man. My early stages with Sharon had been primarily online and by the time I had met her in person, sex between us was almost a given. 

One thing she said really caught my attention. She said that she had been in committed relationships in the past and now she was more interested in "playing the field" for a while. I admitted that I had lovers, a couple, but that we were not exclusive, and then added "at least not sexually exclusive." That got a smile from her. Yes, definitely a kindred spirit. 

I noted the time on the clock on the wall and after offering my apologies I said I needed to go. I still needed to pack for my weekend at the camp. I explained to Heather that I was going to be gone for the weekend.

"Are you going to be with your lovers?" she asked

"As a matter of fact, yes," I replied. 

"Well... I hope you have fun," she said, grinning broadly. 

"I'm planning on it." I responded, returning her smile. 

I checked on her work schedule and we made plans for her to walk me through another workout the following week, upon my return. When I asked her if she would like to join me for coffee or a drink after she got off work, she said she would like that and then added "It's a date."

My head spun for a moment as I came to grips with that. I had a date, with a woman. Not only had I asked a woman out on a date without even thinking about it, but she had accepted. The fact that I found absolutely gorgeous was just icing on top of the cake. My, my my; how my world was changing. I really needed to talk to Sharon!

Heather got out of the spa and we went to go get dressed together. I couldn't help but check her out and I noticed something else. I wasn't the only one doing a little gawking as well. I noticed her eyes on my body. She seemed to like what she saw and I was relieved. Our eyes met, she smiled at me and any sense of pretense was dropped as we openly appreciated each other. I was in a bit of a stir once again. Sharon once told me that one of the greatest aphrodisiacs was being appreciated and desired. Her words suddenly hit home with me and I understood them with a flash of crystalline clarity. The fact that Heather desired me was apparent. Of course this desire was more then returned by myself. 

We exchanged phone numbers before saying goodbye. I promised to give her a call when I got back in town so that we could firm up our plans. 

My drive home with the gym was one filled with new and somewhat confusing thoughts. My car was on auto pilot. I have no idea how I got home. 

That night, my mind was full of images of Heather as I frantically masturbated. I came hard while imagining her lips sucking hard on my clit and her tongue flickering over its exposed head while her fingers strummed my G-spot. My masturbatory session the next morning was much the same but was also mixed with sweet memories of my time with Sharon and Jim. 

Heather was obviously a wild card that I was not expecting and I was glad that I would soon be able to talk to Sharon about her. Sharon was much more then my lover. She had become sister, sounding board, mentor, and the rock that I clung to in a sea of swirling sexuality. The last week had given me the needed time to come to terms with a lot of things. However, the answers I had found raised even more questions that I needed her help to resolve. Of course Heather raised more then a few questions as well and I longed for Sharon's counsel on how to proceed with her. 

I tried to focus on work, at least for one more day. My weekend at the camp was so close now and I desperately needed the sort of emotional and sexual freedom it offered. It was almost like the camp had become a sort of shelter in the storm in my mind. It was the place where I could be myself and express my new found inner self. This part of me was what I had begun to refer to as my "Inner Ethical Slut" in my thoughts. 

I threw the overnight bag and makeup bag that I had packed and set off to work. Shortly after I arrived I was called into my boss's office. "What now?" I asked. My mind flashed through a lot of the things that I had done lately to see if there was something that I could be called onto the carpet for. I couldn't come up with anything but I realized that you never knew. 

Those imagined transgressions went out the window shortly after I arrived at Ellen's office and she asked me to have a seat. She explained that the company was closing this office and combining it with the office in Denver as a cost cutting move. Denver? Would this mean a transfer, I wondered? Did I want to go to Denver? All these thoughts went through my mind in milliseconds. 

My boss gave a few seconds to ruminate on these thoughts and then said that she and the "higher ups" were very pleased with my work. There were going to be lay-offs associated with the changes but I wasn't going to be one of them. As a matter of fact, they were offering me a promotion if I wanted it. In addition, I wouldn't have to move.

"Huh," I finally spoke, but in a less then eloquent manner. I'm sure my confusion was written all over my face. 

She went on to explain that the promotion I was being offered was to an outside sales position. I could office out of my home and they would give me an allowance to set up a home office. I was free to live anywhere in the general area. There would be a little over night travel but only one or two nights per week. In addition I was going to be given a company car. 

I had been working in the marketing department so this was not a huge move for me. I had, however, always worked at a desk job but did a lot of the coordinating with the folks in sales. I already knew most of our larger clients. I quickly came to the conclusion that this was something I could handle and a challenge I would relish. After discussing a few details, Ellen called in the head of sales, Carl, who would be my new boss. He went over the details of my compensation package which included a higher salary, a bonus plan, as well as a pretty generous expense account. The car was definitely a bonus as I had already thought about replacing my 8 year old Toyota, especially now that frequent trips to the camp seemed to be looming on the horizon. 

I asked if I could have the weekend to think it over, even though I had already made my decision in my own mind. For appearance sake I didn't want to seem too anxious. I did offer the appropriate level of enthusiasm so that my bosses' didn't think I was too cool about this opportunity.

After Carl had left, I stayed and talked with Ellen. I considered her a friend, although not a close one and I wanted her advice. Ellen had served as a mentor during my early days with the company and she had been the one that helped me learn the rules of interoffice politics. She whole heartedly backed the promotion and said she would be thinking about me while she was freezing in Denver. She was close enough to retirement age to feel that she had to accept the relocation to Denver that had been offered to her but I got the impression that she wasn't wild about the idea. The fact that I was not only keeping my job but getting a promotion out of the deal was a win/win situation in her opinion. She also swore me to secrecy about the move because a lot of my co-workers weren't going to be notified for another couple of weeks. They were still deciding who was going to be laid off and who was going to be offered a transfer. When the word broke about my new job, the official story was that it was just a transfer to sales. 

When we were finished discussing the promotion I asked her if I could take off a little early. She knew I had been putting some extra hours lately and had no problem with allowing me to leave early. She asked if I had big plans for the weekend and I simply explained that I was taking a little road trip to visit friends and wanted to try to beat the traffic. She wished me a good trip and an enjoyable visit as I got up to leave. If she only knew how enjoyable it was going to be!

The rest of the day was a lot slower. I mainly finished up a few little projects that I had been putting off. I even managed to slip out to the lingerie store at lunch time. I splurged a little bit on a few things that I had taken note of during my visit the previous day. I felt I deserved it. The owner of the store recognized me and I think she was happy to see that she had a new regular customer. I also decided to do some major shopping after my raise went into affect but I wanted to check out some other stores before indulging in a major shopping spree. I was turning into a lingerie and slut wear junkie but I suppose it was just part of my transformation. 

At 3 o'clock I tidied up my desk and climbed into my car. Before I got on the road I stopped at a convenience store and changed into shorts, a tank, and sandals for the drive. I was starting to have a harder and harder time dealing with being stifled by my conservative work attire. I also bought a soda for the road and was soon heading away from the city and towards the camp.

Driving on the highway has always been a relaxing time for me and this was no different. I set the cruise control to a comfortable speed that allowed me to navigate without having to devote much thought to the light traffic. It was a time that allowed me to do lot of thinking. While my mind was not in the turmoil that it had been in the previous Sunday during my drive home from the camp, I still had a lot to consider. The list was pretty long: the new job and how it would affect my lifestyle, both positively and negatively; my relationship with Sharon and Jim; Heather; and my planned evening with Ken and Lynn.

When I was thinking about Sharon and Jim my thoughts broadened a bit to the camp in general. It was within my sales territory and there was no reason why I couldn't move there. As a matter of fact it was more centrally located in my territory then where I was currently living. I was going to have to move anyway, my little one bed room apartment wasn't going to work if I was officing out of my home. It simply wasn't large enough and I could afford something larger anyway. I had long ago reached a point in my career where I could afford something larger then my little efficiency apartment, but I was comfortable there and hated the idea of moving. I decided to talk to Jim about it and see if there was anything available at the camp and at least explore that possibility. I put that train of thought to rest after considering what it would be like to actually live in the camp full time. My brain was flooded with erotic images as I considered the possibilities as well as the freedom I had come to appreciate during my short stay there. Being more then a weekend visitor to Jim and Sharon's house had its own appeal. 

My thoughts during the early part of the trip were mostly devoted to more practical matter. The new job and my housing situation were the items at the top of the list. The analytical part of my brain worked out a mental "things to do" list that could largely wait until Monday. After I put those things to rest, my mind turned to things of a more erotic nature. 

Heather! Did she want me as much as I wanted her? I was pretty sure the answer to that was a definite yes, but I was still unsure of myself. Would I be happy dating a woman? I was pretty sure of the answer but I still had a lot of unknowns. 

Jim and Sharon were less of an unknown. Sex was definitely not an issue. The previous weekend, if nothing else, had shown me that we very compatible in that regard. My key questions, however, had to do with the practical aspects and the possibility of a long term relationship with them. Was this something I wanted, and did they, on what level and with what terms? I realized these were all things that could be answered with time and I resolved myself to relax and allow these questions to answer their selves. Sharon had hinted that she wanted to have a discussion along these lines with me sometime during the weekend. I wondered if Sharon and Jim were asking themselves the same questions.

Ken and Lynn was another unknown but one of extreme possibilities. I couldn't help thinking what they would be like. Admittedly there was a certain degree of doubt in my mind. Was I getting in over my head with them? Was this something I really wanted, to explore my sub side? My gut, and my pussy, said yes. My brain, on the other hand, was telling me I was jumping off into the unknown. It was almost like I had an angel and devil sitting on my shoulder. I suppose the devil won because I finally decided that they represented a "nothing ventured, nothing gained," kind of scenario.

I had pretty well decided to relax and accept the adventure and opportunities this weekend provided by the time I reached the exit towards the camp. I was somewhat amused as I noticed that my simmering level of arousal increased the closer that I got to the camp. By the time I was punching in the code that Jim had given me to open the large imposing gate into the camp, it had almost reached a boil.

"OK Kim, here we go, let's have some fun," I said to myself as I drove into the camp itself. 

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The Hunger Ch. 08



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Sharon met me at the door and I was soon wrapped in her arms and her lips sought mine in a very enthusiastic kiss. It was the greeting I had hoped for. Jim joined us in the living room and his welcoming hug and kiss were no less enthusiastic. After the preliminaries were concluded, Sharon sent Jim to fetch my bags from the car. She asked me if I was ready for a drink and after the long drive that sounded like a great idea. She suggested I "get comfortable" while she got me a glass of wine. It was if she had read my mind. I did feel a bit out of place in my street clothes while Jim and Sharon were nude, and besides, as I have mentioned before, I had grown to appreciate the freedom of the nudist lifestyle. It was something I had embraced completely as part of my new lifestyle. I may not be able to enjoy the total freedom in my little apartment as compared to what Sharon and Jim did at the camp, but I had grown to be more comfortable in my skin. Sharon said that I was what nudists called a "House Nudist," at least when I was at home.  

I passed Jim as he carried my bags to what I had come to think of as "my" room, their guest room, even though I had spent very little time there during the previous weekend. He mentioned that Sharon had dinner almost ready and that he was going to go soak in their hot tub for a while and asked me to join him. I told him that Sharon had a glass of wine poured for me and that I would go check in with her first. When I entered the kitchen I found my glass waiting for me and Sharon busy in the kitchen. I asked her if I could help and said that she had everything under control and she suggested I join Jim. 

I said that I thought I would. I found Jim already immersed in the tub on the back deck and I quickly joined him. The water was soothing after being cramped in the car. We soaked quietly for a few minutes as I unwound and let the day's stress seep from my pores. I did have some business I wanted to discuss with Jim though.

When he asked me how my week had gone, I told him about the offered transfer and promotion at work. He was genuinely thrilled for me and offered his congratulations. 

"There is one aspect of this that I would like your advice on," I said.

"Ohhh, what's that?" he asked.

I went on to explain my housing situation and the opportunity to relocate that the new job allowed. "Do you think I might be able to find someplace to live here?" I asked. "I don't need much; maybe even just a trailer if that's all that is available. Do you know of any of the members that might have something to rent, or perhaps the camp itself?" 

"Hhhhmmm, I have an idea for something that might work for you that may be available. Let me do some checking and I'll let you know later. Would that be OK?" he replied. 

"Sure, there is no huge rush. I haven't even officially accepted the new job and I'm sure I won't need to move for a couple of weeks. I have an open ended lease on my apartment, so I just need to give them 30 days notice," I said. "I'm at the point where I'm just starting to consider my options. I wouldn't even need to live inside the camp itself. I could always just find something nearby so that I could visit."

"If I can line up what I am thinking about, I think it will be perfect for you," he said. 

"I guess I also need to talk to someone about getting approved for a membership to the camp as well. Do you think you could put a good word in with the management for me?" I said, smiling my sexiest smile at him.

"I think I could do that, I have a little influence with the owners here," he replied, returning my smile in that charming way that was so characteristic of Jim.

We then got into some idle chat about the other things that were going on. He was pretty well informed about everything, via Sharon, of what was going on in my life, at least in broad terms. The wine and the water were really relaxing me and I had always found Jim to be easy to talk to. I didn't quite share the intimacy with him that I did with Sharon, but it was pretty close.

When the conversation moved on to Heather, it was clear that Jim was intrigued. I think he was just a bit amazed at how easily I had come to terms with my bisexuality. I just wish I shared his confidence. Sure, there was desire there, but I still felt a bit awkward around other women. Jim told me that if things worked out, that I should feel free to invite her to visit the camp, and that he and Sharon would like to meet her. I bet they would! As much as I cared for Jim, he was after all very male, and quite the horn dog. Like I had room to talk, right? He went on to say that he could arrange for one of the rental cabins if we wanted some privacy for a "lovers getaway." I admit I had had some fantasies about sharing Heather with Jim and Sharon, but at the same time I didn't know whether that was something she might be into to. I didn't even know if she was really interested in me, although the more I thought about it, the more I was convinced that she was. The signs were all there, but I hadn't really developed a good sense of how much a woman was interested in me at that point in my sexual career. So, I told Jim that I would just have to wait and see and that I had a lot of water to cross before I would know whether his proposal was even a possibility. 



About that time, Sharon called us to dinner. Jim and I dried each other off and we joined Sharon in the dining room. She had laid out a wonderful dinner and I realized I was very hungry. The take out salad I had had for lunch had not stayed with me. We had an enjoyable dinner and shared some great table banter as we ate. I felt more comfortable with them then I did with friends that I had known for years. They are just so open; it would be hard not to feel comfortable with them. Of course our sexual intimacy allowed for a certain level of openness that allowed me the freedom to share things with them about other facets of my life that I could not share with "straight" friends. 

During dinner Jim told Sharon that I had some good news and he prompted me to tell Sharon about the promotion. She was as happy for me as Jim had been. Jim had then gone on to explain my housing quandary to Sharon and I thought I saw them share a look afterwards that said "we'll talk later." There was something going on there but at the time I didn't have a clue as to what it might be.

After dinner, the three of us all pitched in to clean up the mess. We worked efficiently and in a few minutes had the dishwasher loaded and the kitchen cleaned up. We all agreed to another communal soak in the tub to allow our dinner to digest. Sharon grabbed a bottle of wine and asked me to get our glasses. We retreated to the deck and were soon soaking once again. I was sandwiched between Sharon and Jim and I recall thinking how happy I was when I was with them. The good company, full belly, wine, conversation, and warmth seemed to make the daily pressures and issues of my life dissolve in the warm, swirling water. It was the ultimate therapy and just what I needed.

I felt Sharon's lips deliver a quick peck to my cheek. It was an affectionate kiss, not really sexual, but it ignited the fires within me. I returned the gesture and before I knew it, Sharon and I were making out hotly. Her lips danced across my shoulders, lips, eyelids, neck and ears. I loved it. Her hand found my breasts and she cupped and caressed them as we continued to kiss. Her tongue invaded my mouth and my smoldering fire turned into an inferno. During a quick break in the action I saw Jim sitting back, a broad smile on his face, content to watch his wife making out with me as he sipped his wine. 

After several minutes of this, Sharon announced that she was starting to prune up and asked if I was ready to retire to the bedroom. I was pretty sure she did not have sleep in mind, at least not immediately. I quickly agreed. I think my needs were as obvious as hers. 

We were soon out of the tub and after a communal 3-way drying session, we were on our way back to their bedroom and the comfort of their bed. All of my dreams and fantasies of the past week came to the surface and I was more then ready for whatever was to come. Even after the drying effects of the water in the hot tub I felt the wet sensation of my moist pussy as we walked. My pussy was needy and felt swollen and my hard nipples pointed the way.

When we got to the bedroom, with Jim trailing behind Sharon and me, I took the lead and laid her across the bed. I lay on top of her and our mouths were soon joined once again in a passionate kiss. My thigh slipped between her legs and the moisture I felt accumulate there told me that I was not the only one that was turned on. My breasts pressed into her softer, more generous mounds as our kisses became more and more heated. I could feel her pussy grinding into my thigh. 

As much as I was enjoying the kisses and body contact, I wanted more. In addition to my own hunger, I felt a need to please her and to show my appreciation for her friendship and support. Maybe more then anything, I felt an overriding need to express my desire for her as a lover. 

I slid down her body and began to kiss, lick, and suck her breasts. I alternated between them but ignored her nipples, at least for a while. My efforts were rewarded by a soft moan from Sharon. I sort of lost myself in her breasts for a while. When I moved to her nipples, her soft moans turned in more expressive groans of desire. I licked and sucked her nipples and I enjoyed the feeling of their hardness against my lips and tongue. From the sounds that she was making, she did too. 

When my mouth slid down to her navel to delve into its depths, she scooted across the bed so that her head was hanging over the side. As I looked up towards her face, I saw her beckon Jim over to join us. He had been sitting in a chair, patiently watching, and stroking his semi-hard cock. 

As I moved downwards once again, I saw Sharon reach out and pull Jim towards her. I watched, enthralled, as she took his cock in her mouth. Her abilities in pleasing a man with her mouth had always left me a bit envious and this time was no different. I made a silent note to myself to get her to devote some time to giving me some private tutelage on her techniques. 

My eyes were drawn to her face as I softly kissed around her pussy and thighs, teasing her before diving in for the main entrée. She had her hands on Jim's thighs, drawing him deeper into her mouth, using her mouth to fuck his cock. I watched, mesmerized, while I began to suckle on her plump labia. She moaned around his cock which was now buried deep in her throat. "How could she do that?" I asked myself. "Practice, practice, practice," I answered myself. 

While teasing Sharon, I was also teasing myself. I felt a strong urge to dive into the chasm of her pussy, to bury my tongue in her tunnel, and burrow into her center. The juices that I was sucking from her nether lips forced me to seek out their source. I finally gave in to that urge and I soon had my tongue deep in her cunt, like a salmon instinctively swimming up stream to its birthplace. She groaned even louder as I did so and she had to release Jim's cock from the warm embrace of her mouth for a moment. Her hips began to hump against my face, encouraging me to dive deeper. I happily obliged and my face was soon buried as deep between her legs as I could manage. This was a happy place for me, I realized. A place I would seek out time and time again. 

"Jim, go to Kim, she needs you now. Fuck her real good," Sharon said. 

"My pleasure," he replied. I heard them talking, although muted by the presence of Sharon's thighs against my ears. My pussy was in fact needy, but at the same time I was totally lost in the act of eating Sharon. Their words were heard, but their meaning did not register with my conscious brain. 

Jim moved around the bed, behind me and when he took my hips in his hands I rose up obediently on my knees to give him better access. No preliminaries were needed, I was wet and my hungry pussy was ready for his cock. It had been ready for days. Sharon took my head between her hands and gently encouraged me to move to her clit. 

"Lick it," she succinctly instructed. 

I started off just licking around her clit, moving closer and closer to its exposed head peeking out from under its hood. As I was doing this, I felt the broad head of Jim's cock sliding between my labia, bumping my own hard clit, gathering moisture for his imminent plunge into my pussy. Lubrication was not going to be a problem. I was dripping. Just as I took Sharon's nub between my lips to suckle, Jim slowly plunged into my depths. My resulting groan vibrated around Sharon's clit and her cry joined my own in a harmony of pleasure. I couldn't help but temporarily stop my efforts towards pleasing Sharon as my body absorbed the sensation of Jim's hefty cock spreading and stretching me. I always had loved the feeling of a lover's cock first filling me and Jim's girth certainly fulfilled everything I wanted, and more. There was a small bit of pain as he stretched my tightness, but it was not entirely unpleasant and I relished the sensation of being filled. 

I opened my eyes and they met Sharon's. She smiled at me and we shared an unspoken understanding. It was if she was sharing my sensations through my eyes. We were linked in an almost psychic way. I felt a certain closeness with her in that moment that was certainly unparalleled. She was giving me her husband to enjoy and at the same time sharing him with me through the act of fucking. It was almost like he was fucking her while I served as the link between them. In those brief seconds I think I came to understand Sharon in a new way. 

Our carnal needs quickly rose to the surface once again and Sharon encouraged me to attend to them. My mouth went back to work on her clit when Jim was fully buried deep in me. I realized that he was waiting for a sign from me that I was comfortable before proceeding and I began to rock my hips back and forth, reassuring him of my readiness. Jim responded like the talented, experienced lover that he is and began to slowly slide his cock in and out of my clasping vagina. His slow shallow strokes slowly built in depth and speed as I grew accustomed to his cock filling me. He left me wanting more. His movements were just one small step behind my own desires. I began to set the tempo with the movements of my hips, driving myself back onto his cock, and he reacted wonderfully. His actions were like that of an experienced jockey, riding me to the finish line. 

I could feel the increased tension in Sharon's body and knew that she was getting close. The timber and volume of her moans and groans were an obvious indication. In addition, I could feel the growing tension in her body and she was thrusting her hips upwards. Her clit retreated back into its hood and I responded my sucking and licking it harder. She seemed to particularly like it when I nibbled on her. Her cries reached a crescendo and her thighs clamped around my head as she reached her peak. I moved my mouth to the opening of her pussy and struggled to drink the gush of juices that flowed from her. I savored the taste of my lover as she expended herself upon my tongue and lips. I had to push her knees apart to get a quick gasp of air before I re-attached myself to her pussy. My tongue darted frantically as I sought out the last available drop of her juices and her trembling thighs locked themselves around my ears. 

Sharon's orgasm seemed to only further encourage Jim and he was now pounding into my pussy. I happily absorbed his thrusts, pushing back into them and feeling his hips slapping against my ass. His thrusting cock produced a sloshing sound as it charged into my now very wet pussy. I concentrated on gripping him with my PC muscles, pleased with the progress my kegel exercises had produced. His groans told me that he was more then pleased with my "vaginal fitness" as well.

My head was pillowed against the softness of Sharon's thigh. Having pleased her, I was able to fully concentrate on Jim's, and my own, carnal desires. I felt her slip out from under me and I was left crouching there, my ass held high and my arms crossed in front of me on the bed. I fell into a sort of floating, nirvana like trance in which all I could concentrate on was the sensations surrounding me: the taste of Sharon on my lips and tongue, the sound of Jim's cock pumping in and out of me accompanied by his hips meeting my ass, the smell of my own aroused pussy, his loose balls slapping against my clit, and above all, the feeling of his cocking invading the depths of my pussy. 



I heard someone talking and realized it was me. I was being unusually vocal as I encouraged Jim. "Yesss… fuck me… ahhh gawd yes… sooo good… sooo fuckin good… harder, deeper."

I was on the edge of orgasm but somehow managed to stay right on the edge, enjoying its embrace and almost unwilling to give it up. Sharon had decided to resolve that issue as I felt her hand slide under my pelvis. Apparently she had grabbed a small vibrating bullet that she quickly placed against my clit. A few seconds of the sensation of the vibrations of the bullet were all it took to give me the necessary shove and I exploded.

Ahhhhh FUCKKKKK! Cummmming…" I exclaimed loudly.

My pussy clamped down hard on Jim's cock as tremors shook my body and I felt his thrusts change to what I had come to recognize as those indicating his own release. 

"Yes, fill me… Cum in me… Give it to me," I moaned. 

As my pussy rhythmically pulsed around his cock I could feel his discharge as his warm jets of sperm filled me. It was a feeling I was rapidly learning to love. The bestial, reptilian part of my brain needed the feel of his seed flooding my pussy. His characteristic, almost feral, and very masculine, groans and grunts of orgasm filled the room and mixed with my own softer mewling moans as I started to fall into a post-orgasm languor. Perhaps at another time his orgasm may have pushed me to another orgasm, but the explosive nature of my first drained what energy I had and made a second orgasm impossible. 

My hips collapsed down to the bed and Jim went with me and draped his body against my own and I enjoyed the feeling of him against my back. His warmth, weight and intrinsic maleness were reassuring as I floated in the clouds of the orgasm induced sensations. My body was still trembling as the sensations ricocheted through it.

I guess I sort of dozed off for a moment under the warm blanket of Jim's body. I was roused when I felt him move off of me. His limp cock slid out of me with an audible "squish" and I could feel our combined juices begin to flow out of my uncorked pussy. Sharon's softer hands rolled me over and, as had become our custom, her mouth and tongue began to "clean me."

I languished in the feeling of her tongue and lips on my still sensitive pussy. The stretched feeling that Jim's cock had evoked lingered. I concentrated on how I felt and decided I really enjoyed this "freshly fucked" feeling. It was good, but not quite as good, as the hot sex and intense orgasm I had just enjoyed. It was just all part of the total experience of sex. I resolved to enjoy this feeling on a more regular basis in the future. This was something I needed, and the hunger in me would never be satisfied if it was just something I experienced occasionally. 




The Hunger Ch. 08



Sharon finished performing her chores on my pussy and moved up to kiss me. I savored the taste of our combined liquids on her lips and tongue and again it was a time of sharing with Sharon. She had given her husband to me freely to enjoy and had sampled the fruits of our pleasure. She had also shared those fruits with me with her mouth. Her symbolic act of sharing was both a sensual and an intimate treat for me. I remember thinking that, while I knew I would never give it up totally, this sure beat the hell out of the masturbation that had been my only sexual outlet for the last week.

Sharon slumped down on the bed next to me and Jim soon joined us. We cuddled and just savored our individual, and collective, post-orgasmic glow. Sharon breasts were pressed into my side and I could feel Jim's hard chest against my back and damp cock against my ass. I savored the feeling of them pressed into my body. I heard Sharon's breathing deepen, followed by Jim's more sonorous breathing as I fell into slumber as well.

Pressure on my bladder awoke me sometime later. I looked at the bedside clock and saw that it was only 9:30. Still early I thought. I slid out from between my lovers and they both unconsciously rolled over onto their backs. After peeing, I cleaned up a little with a wash cloth. My body was a little sticky from the residual body fluids from my previous sexual activities. After washing my face I took a noticed that thought my workouts at the gym might be starting to make a little bit of a difference. I definitely didn't feel as wiped out as I might have felt before, especially considering the intensity of the sex I had shared earlier. Still, I felt a little bit of a dull ache between my legs from the fucking that Jim had given me. It was an ache that was well worth the pleasure that gone along with it, I thought.  

I returned to the bedroom and just stood there for a moment admiring my sleeping lovers. I felt happy to be back with them and not necessarily just for the sex. That was certainly a bonus, but I enjoyed just being here, sharing their intimacy in and out of the bedroom. I felt loved when I was with them. I realized I may just be a playmate to them but at the same time I was convinced that there was more here, more then just wild monkey sex. I was sure they shared my affection and I knew that the weekend might lead to us exploring those feeling more fully.

I looked at Sharon and admired her beautiful, mature face, so expressive and at times caring. The talented mouth that was capable of bringing me pleasure the likes of which I had only fantasized about. I looked at the breasts that perhaps fulfilled some deep need for maternal nurturing. Then I gazed on her pussy which I had discovered I could lose myself in. It brought out a need in me that I didn't even know existed, an untapped need to explore and express the bisexuality that had lain smoldering within me.

My gaze moved to Jim. I took in the strength in his handsome face. Did he represent some sort of father figure to me? I wasn't sure, but I did know he was everything in a male lover that I had always dreamed of. Caring, sensitive, affectionate, but at the same time he could pull my strings when I felt the needed to be taken and used. The two sides of his sexuality were something I had often sought in others, but never found. Many previous lovers had had the talent or potential to fulfill one or the other of my needs, but never both.  

My gaze moved down to the sparse patch of hair on his broad chest. I looked at his hands and my pussy spasmed as I thought about those hands, which had only a short time ago, held my hips as he had fucked me. I saw the powerful, masculine legs and hips that he had put to such good use as he drove his cock into my welcoming cunt. Finally my eyes landed on his soft cock that was draped across his thigh. It was so unassuming when in this condition, so soft and wrinkled, but I knew so well that it was just a shadow of the beast it was capable of becoming. I still felt the twinges that were just faint echoes of what that cock had produced in me earlier. "The perfect cock to go along with the perfect lover," I thought.

My ruminations about Jim's cock produced an idea. I softly slid onto the bed between his spread thighs and inspected his cock more thoroughly. This is something I had never really done with a man and I was enjoying the opportunity for an "up close and personal" look without any expectation for more. Emboldened, I reached down and took it gently between my fingers so as to not wake him. My mind flashed back to the images of Sharon fellating this cock. I stuck out my tongue and ran it up the bottom of his cock. I heard Jim murmur in his sleep as I tasted the faint remnants of our sex on his cock.

Feeling a sense of growing hunger, I wanted more. I slid his soft cock between my lips and I swallowed him. I savored the feeling of him fully in my mouth and felt the first hint of a developing erection. I suckled on it softly and used my tongue to wash our dried juices from it. I absorbed those tastes on my tongue and palate and savored them, analyzing the complex mixtures, almost like enjoying a fine wine for the first time. I thought I could even feel the soft throbbing of his pulse in my mouth. I was getting lost in the sensations of having his cock in my mouth. 

To be honest, I had never really enjoyed performing oral sex on a man. I guess I considered it a bit of a chore. It was a sometimes messy chore but one that I sometimes performed with the hope of reciprocation, sometimes fulfilled, but often not, by a lover. Like other things, my perceptions and tastes when it came to sex were changing. At the same time I was somewhat proud of my oral abilities. I had learned that I may only hold rank amateur status as compared to Sharon and some of my other new acquaintances. Memories of Terri gleefully sucking John at the party flashed through my mind. 

I was really enjoying this, more so then ever before. Jim's cock began to lengthen and thicken in my mouth and the pulse I felt on my tongue became more noticeable. The soft skin felt good in my mouth and his decidedly masculine smell filled my nostrils.

I looked up at his face and saw that he was still asleep. My attention was diverted to Sharon and I saw her lying there, propped up on one elbow, watching me. She smiled and I saw in that smile some recognition of what I was feeling in that moment. 

She slid down next to me and whispered in my ear, "Having fun?"

"Mmmm Hmmm," I moaned around the cock in my mouth.

"Do you mind a little advice?" she asked.

It was if she had read my mind. "Please," I replied after letting the cock slide out of my mouth.

"OK, twirl your tongue around the head." I did as she instructed. Then, "the most sensitive spot for a lot of men is on the bottom, just below the head. Try licking there." Again, I followed her instruction and I heard a slightly louder moan come from a still sleeping Jim. 

By this time his cock was back to full strength. I continued trying out these techniques and then I heard Sharon whisper, "try taking it a little deeper. Just a little at a time to see what you are comfortable with, without gagging. The shaft isn't as sensitive, but a lot of men, including Jim, get really turned on by the idea of a woman taking their cock deep." 

I progressively worked my way farther into the depths of my mouth. I guess that it probably helped that he was unconscious and not thrusting into my mouth because I was able to get it to the point where I could feel the bulbous head touch the back of my mouth. I felt a gag coming on but pulled back a little until it passed. Encouraged, I tried again and was able to hold it against the back of my mouth for a few seconds before I felt the gag coming again. I repeated this several times until I started to overcome the gagging sensation and developed a little bit of confidence in my ability to take him that deep.

I felt Jim stir and heard Sharon say, "Hello sweetie, just stay still, we're using you for a little training. Just lie there and enjoy." 

He responded with an unintelligible, sleepy mumble and I felt his body relax back into the bed. Meanwhile, I returned to my lesson. Sharon instructed me to mix a little tongue action with the deeper strokes as well as using my hand on the base of his cock, as well as his balls. I was really multi-tasking now and starting to put it all together. 

On one deep stroke I had his cock head pressed against the back of my mouth and waited for the gagging to start. When it never arrived I grew a little more confident and tried pressing deeper. His cock slid into the opening of my throat and I was amazed. Jim groaned in recognition of my efforts. Sharon told me to relax and to breathe through my nose. My amazement passed as nausea swept over me. I backed off but soon tried it again. Slowly my confidence grew and the gagging and nausea decreased, at least to a manageable level. I felt a sense of pride and a wave of accomplishment washed through me. Sharon was right there, whispering soft words of encouragement and caressing my back as I fellated her husband. I tried to take him a little deeper on every stroke until I finally pressed my lips to the base of his cock. I had swallowed it all!

My confidence grew even more as Sharon showered me with praise and Jim's moans signified how much he was enjoying my oral worship of his cock. Following Sharon's advice I redirected my efforts from that of pure exploration to pleasing Jim. I began mouth fucking his cock. I was taking him deep while alternating those deeper strokes with sucking and twirling my tongue across his cock when I had it shallower in my mouth. I could taste the salty, slightly bitter taste of his pre-cum on my tongue and I knew he was very aroused. His balls were heavy and full in my hand as I rolled them between my fingers. 

"Do you want to make him cum?" Sharon asked.

I simply nodded my head in response, not wanting to stop my pleasuring of Jim. I somehow felt that his cum filling my mouth was the only suitable conclusion to this experiment. 

"OK, what really gets him off is having his ass played with while you are going down on him," she whispered in my ear, obviously not wanting to surprise her husband. "Wet your finger and start rubbing it against his asshole," she instructed.

I scooped up some of the accumulated saliva and pre-cum that had soaked the short hairs at the base of his cock and slid it down to his ass. I began circling his asshole with my finger and his groan signaled his enjoyment of this new sensation. I repeated this motion several times, adding to the lubrication on his closed ass. I also moved my finger to his perineum, his "taint" as some people call it, and experimented with rubbing him there as well. When I felt I had enough lubrication I slowly began worming my finger tip into his ass. His sphincter suddenly dilated and my finger sunk in. His hips rose up off the bed and his cock speared into the depths of my throat. His loud cry of pleasure made it clear that he was enjoying the experience.

Sharon again took up the role of teacher and told me to finger fuck him for a while. I did so in rhythm to the thrusts of my mouth down onto his cock. I could feel Jim getting closer. The tension in his body and the fact that his balls had drawn up made that very clear. He had been very good at letting me take things at my own pace earlier but he was rapidly losing control. His hips were rising up to meet my swollen lips and he was now setting the pace as he mouth fucked me. For my part, I was thoroughly enjoying the experience. I was totally into it and my new found confidence allowed me to accept him deep into my mouth.

I had almost forgotten about Sharon, I was so enthralled in the experience. She again leaned down to my ear and whispered into it. "Now start massaging his prostate," she whispered. She went on to explain its location on the front wall of his rectum. She told me what to look for and what it felt like and how to give it a finger massage. I quickly found the swollen node of his prostrate just where she had told me to look for it. 

My actions were rewarded by a healthy dose of pre-cum onto my tongue, which I quickly swallowed. He was now leaking profusely. Jim's groans grew in intensity and enthusiasm and I felt his body begin to quiver as he approached the point of release. His thighs clinched into tight, muscular bands. 

With an almost feral cry of pleasure he erupted in my mouth. Strong jets of cum landed on my tongue in time with the movements of my finger in his ass. I took him deep one more time and felt his cock swell in my throat as he spurted down my gullet. The volume of his ejaculation overwhelmed me and I gagged a little bit and some of his cum escaped from the corner of my mouth. Sharon was there quickly to lick it up and as I pulled off his cock she kissed me and we shared the taste of her husband on my lips and in my mouth. Her tongue danced across my lips and into my mouth, voraciously absorbing and sharing her husband's male taste.

I slumped back on the bed, tired and a little short of breath. My finger slid from his ass as I did so. Sharon took over for me, cleaning up the small amount of residue that I had left on her husband. He groaned softly as her tongue wrapped itself around his cock.

When she had finished, she rolled over to me and cuddled, our faces next to each other and our bodies pressed together. I felt and then heard Jim roll out of bed, his now spent, flaccid cock swinging between his thighs. He went off to the bathroom and I could faintly hear him emptying his bladder. 

Sharon's eye had a certain glint of mirth in them and went well with the smile on her lips. "Did you enjoy that?" she gleefully asked.

"Mmmmm, yea," I moaned. "It's kinda funny though. I mean it's definitely not the first blow job I have given, but it was probably the most enjoyable. Before, it was almost a chore, something that was expected of me I guess. This was different. I did it because I wanted too. I wanted to explore I guess, but more then that I wanted to please Jim," I explained. 

"It was obvious that you were really into it, not just going through the mechanics," she replied. "Men like that; at least I know Jim does. He likes it when it's obvious that you aren't doing it just because it's expected of you. He's just as soon do something different if his partner isn't into it. You seemed to be enjoying it almost as much as he was. Enthusiasm scores a lot of points with him," she said, giggling. 

"I did enjoy it and I guess that's the one thing that surprised me the most. With other men, I guess I just went through the motions. It was a means to an end, usually with the hope of them pleasing me. I guess it some ways you could call that selfish sex. With Jim I just got off on the idea of pleasing him for its own sake."

"You're growing up. I can see it in you," she exclaimed. "You are maturing as a lover and as a person. I liked the old you. I love the new you," she said. With that, her lips met mine and we shared a long, passionate kiss that left me quivering. 

Jim came back out of the adjoining bathroom and Sharon broke our kiss and said, "My turn." She gave me a final, quick peck and headed towards the bathroom. 

Jim took her place and after a lengthy kiss from him, he said, "Thank you… that was wonderful. I must say it was a little unexpected, but very enjoyable nonetheless." I was a bit surprised. He was the first man that was comfortable enough to kiss me after oral sex, at least without me gargling first. I was starting to appreciate that Jim was remarkable in many ways. 

"I don't think I can say it was all my pleasure, but I enjoyed it too. By the way, your cum tasted good. It wasn't nearly as bitter as other guys' I have been with."

"You can thank Sharon for that. She keeps me on the straight and narrow on my diet and makes sure I eat lots of fruits and vegetables and keeps me away from the stuff that causes it to be bitter." 

"Hhhhmmm, that's interesting," I replied.

We all cuddled again and just talked. It was a very enjoyable time for me. Our conversation wasn't just about sex, although that topic did make up a significant part of it. The chat eventually died out as our eyes grew heavy once again and we eventually fell asleep again, cuddled together as if it was the most natural thing in the world.  

I woke up, sunshine streaming through the window and heard Sharon returned from the bathroom. She informed Jim that we needed coffee. That was his not so subtle hint to go make the coffee. Sharon and Jim switched places after I got another kiss from him and I was once again cuddled with Sharon. I mentioned my conversation with Jim about his diet and she told me that early on in their relationship she had informed Jim that if he expected the "continued use of her mouth" that he was going to have to do something about the taste of his cum. She said it had been very bitter when they first met, mainly due to his diet that was heavy in red meat. With Sharon's talented mouth as motivation, he had accepted the changed in his diet and she had been enjoying his sweeter cum, and had both been enjoying their oral sex ever since. 

She proclaimed that we were both in desperate need of a shower and that I was elected to wash her back. I think she described us as both smelling like "randy bitches in heat." We enjoyed an intimate but basically non-sexual shower together. I just enjoyed being close and touching her and she seemed to feel the same way. When we got out of the shower and began to dry each other, we found two cups of coffee on the vanity that Jim had left for us. 

The smell of cooking was evident when we began to make our way towards the kitchen. Jim was wearing an apron that seemed a little silly with his bare ass exposed in the rear until I realized that he was frying bacon. I definitely didn't want his more important parts, which I may have had a use for later, splattered with hot grease. Sharon and I stayed out of the way and went to the living room and shared the paper. I was once again impressed with the comfortable domesticity I was able to enjoy with this couple. 

Jim simply brought us a plate in the living room and refilled our coffees for us. I set aside the paper and dug into another wonderful breakfast.

Jim joined us and we sat in the living room, quietly eating. I hadn't realized how hungry I was. Good loving seemed to be good for my appetite, but at the same time I knew the increased level of activity in my life was burning up the calories. 

When we were done eating and had cleaned up the mess, Jim asked me if I would mind if he had a few moments to talk to Sharon alone. I replied that I didn't mind at all and that I still had not unpacked and would go do that while they talked. 

When I returned Jim and Sharon were waiting for me on the couch. They moved apart and asked me to sit with them. When I was snuggly seated between them and warmly embraced, Jim began. 

"I was just telling Sharon about your housing situation and filled her in about our conversation last night," he said in an almost businesslike tone. "I think we have come up with a solution." 

"OK, what is it?" I asked, intrigued. 

"Rather than you finding a place of your own, why don't you move in here with us? It's not like we don't have plenty of room and we have an office in the house that you can use. We rarely use it. Most of my business gets taken care of in the camp office. You can have your own bedroom when you feel like you need some privacy and of course you are always welcome in our bed."

To say that I was flabbergasted would be an understatement! Had I fantasized about this? Yes, of course! However, those fantasies had been filed away in the same mental drawer that my used for my adolescent fantasies of meeting and marrying Prince Charming. Did I think it had the least chance of happening? Realistically, no! 




The Hunger Ch. 08



After I had absorbed some of the shock, I turned to look at first Jim, and then Sharon. They seemed to be holding their breath waiting for a response. 

I finally gathered my thoughts, deciding that I needed to say something. Not coming up with anything better, I asked, "How much rent would you want me to pay?" The immediate relief on their faces was endearing. 

Sharon joined the conversation and replied, "Kim, let me explain something to you. We're not really looking for a room mate; we want you to join our family." 

I was jolted again. It seemed like the revelations just kept coming again, and again. My head tried to absorb everything and I struggled to figure out what to say next. Jim and Sharon gave me time and sat patiently waiting for me to respond. 

Finally, I decided to address the practical sides of their proposal first. "First off, if I were to accept, I would insist on contributing to the household in some way. I know you are just being generous, but I would not feel like a member of your family if I was free loading off your generosity." 

"We would never consider it free loading and we are pretty well set financially and don't really need you to pay us anything," Sharon said.

"I know that, but this is a matter of ethics more then finance. We're all business people, let's set aside our feeling for each other for a moment and see if we can't negotiate something," I said firmly.

And that was what we did. We engaged in several rounds of negotiations that resulted in them finally agreeing to let me pay for the utilities and my share of the groceries. I finally won on the point about the utilities when I finally pointed out that they would at least be partially tax deductible because I would be officing from the house. This logic appealed to the business side of Jim's personality. 

With that finally agreed, we went on to other practical matters such as moving and storage of a lot of my household goods that would not be needed. Jim offered me the use of an empty storage shed at the camp. When I insisted on paying for its use we entered another round of negotiations. He finally agreed to a price that we felt would be equivalent to what I would pay for an equivalent "lock ‘n store" type unit in the area. The payment would go to the camp itself and not directly to Jim. I also agreed to borrowing a small cargo trailer that the camp owned so that I could start moving a few things down before I was ready to make the big move. It was small enough to pull behind my small car and not so large that I couldn't load it myself. Jim insisted that he would help me with the final move and that he would bring Mike and a few of my other new acquaintances along to help out. Sharon also volunteered to come spend a few days helping me pack up my apartment. 

I was finally satisfied with the practical details, at least the preliminary details. I knew some other issues would come up as time went on and the move got closer, but I was confident that those could be easily resolved. With that behind us, I plunged into matters of the heart. 

I started off slowly and gauged their reactions to my words. As my confidence grew, based on how they received my words, I plunged in deeper. I explained that I cared for both of them deeply and thought I was falling in love with them both. I went on and said that I was still trying to come to terms with this. My research on polyamory and reading "The Ethical Slut" had helped a lot. I explained that I thought I understood the practical issues involved in a triad relationship but I was still working out the emotional questions and my own personal issues.

Sharon jumped in and said, "Why don't we do this? We'll take this one step at a time. We'll start off with a one month trial period. After that we can re-evaluate, make needed adjustments, or just make a decision whether to continue with the relationship. I think it will take us all at least a month to get used to each other, maybe longer, but it would be a good time to sit down and evaluate how things are going."

"I like that idea," I replied. Her suggestion left me with the escape clause that my lack of confidence required. "However, I do have another question. What about seeing other people outside of the two of you?"

"Kim, we have told you in the past that we are not exclusive to each other and we would not expect that from you either. Jim and I rarely play with others alone, that is, outside of parties and other couples, but it has been known to happen occasionally. We realize you are doing a lot of exploring right now and we wouldn't want to hinder that in any way. We look at it this way; you are at the stage of learning to be comfortable with your sexuality. Ultimately, we know that will come back to reward us." Sharon was very articulate in her explanation of their thoughts on this topic. 

Jim carried on, "We are comfortable with the idea of each other having sex with others, as you know. We are also comfortable in our love for each other, and our love for you. We recognize in each other the need for variety and know that while we would be satisfied in a monogamous relationship with each other, we would also be denying our needs to be with others. This is not the first marriage for either of us and early on we recognized and admitted that neither of us would be happy in a strictly monogamous relationship. If nothing else, we are just able to put aside the petty jealousy that other couples have and be honest with ourselves and each other."

Sharon took up from there, "What we are offering you is an opportunity to share that kind of lifestyle with us if you want it. When all is said and done, we know that you will come home to the ones that you love. If not, then it just wasn't meant to be and we can all hopefully part as friends and perhaps still be occasional lovers." When Sharon finished the room fell quiet and I considered their heart felt words. 

"Wow, to say that I am a bit overwhelmed would be an understatement," I said after letting their words soak in for a moment. "To be honest, I have fantasized about the kind of relationship that you are offering me. I never really thought it was the sort of fantasy that was practical in the real world. Based on what you two share, and are now offering me, I guess that I was wrong about that." 

Jim and Sharon just sat there quietly smiling, understanding completely where I was coming from. That was one thing I truly loved about them. They could sympathize and empathize totally with what I was going through, especially Sharon. She had gone through the same thing. She understood what it was like to cast off the heavy cloak of sexual inhibition that society had placed upon women. Jim, in his own way, was supportive, but he obviously came from a different back ground and social upbringing. 

We all sat there for a while, lost in our own thoughts. They were allowing me the time I needed to assimilate everything that was said. I finally broke the silence and said, "OK, where do we go from here."

Sharon replied, "Well, I want to go get some sun. Want to join me?" 

I smiled and nodded my agreement. Jim, as was his usual practice, said that he needed to make his rounds and would join us later. Sharon and I gathered our pool stuff and we met Jim at the golf cart to be dropped off at the pool. My mind was still considering everything that had just been discussed. I was still in a little bit of shock. So many things were going right for me and at the same time I kept expecting some sort of disaster to fall on me and upset everything good that was taking place. I finally decided to give up on my negativity and accept life as it came. I realized that my conversation with Jim and Sharon had resulting in me falling just a little bit more in love with them. 

As had become our ritual, Sharon and I found empty loungers and set up our little nest poolside. She greeted a few of the regulars and residents that I was starting to recognize as well. We oiled each other up and retrieved cold bottles of water from the small cooler we had brought with us. 

We had a little bit of privacy. No one was near us, as the pool area was still fairly empty. As we oiled up with sun screen, our conversation turned to my upcoming "date" with Ken and Lynn. Sharon was genuinely excited for me and her enthusiasm was infectious. I found myself growing more excited at the thought of a new sexual adventure. She offered to play the role of "maid" and help me get ready for my date. She asked me what I planned to wear, if anything, and I told her about my recent shopping trips. I finally told her that I would show her what I brought and let her choose what she thought was most appropriate for me to wear. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself at the though of dressing up for a date at a nudist camp. The thought was just slightly incongruous. However, Ken and Lynn had seen me nude before, and I thought dressing up so they could "unwrap the package" was sexy. Apparently Sharon agreed with me.  

After we had exhausted that topic, I went on to tell her details about meeting Heather and the possibility of some sort of relationship with her. Again, her excitement peaked and she fired off a salvo of questions about Heather. I had feared some degree of jealousy from Sharon, but it never appeared. She was genuinely happy that I was expanding my circle of friends and potential lovers. I know that she and Jim had said I was free to see others, but our conversation about Heather was a frank demonstration of just how open they really were. I said something about the fact that I would soon be moving two hours away from Heather and if a relationship did develop, it would be temporary at best. Sharon, without hesitation, said that Heather could always come visit me at the camp and she pointed out that I would be making sales calls near her in my new job. She seemed to go out of her way to provide hope to offset my doubts. Her comment basically repeated the earlier suggestion by her husband. That stirred my imagination once again and I couldn't help but think of the possibilities of having Heather with me at the camp. I knew that I was getting way ahead of myself but I still enjoyed the images that flashed through my brain. 

I was forced to quell those images when I heard Amy's familiar voice, "Hello ladies, how are you doing today?"

I rolled over and saw her un-mistakable petite, pierced and tattooed body approaching on the pool deck. She politely asked if she could join us and we rapidly agreed. Sharon couldn't resist sharing all the details of the recent events in my life with Amy. I sat back and was a mere spectator as Sharon expounded upon the things that were going on. Amy was very pleased to learn that I was moving to the camp and made a comment that it "would be good to see more of me." I couldn't help but remember the invitation that she had extended to me to play with her and her husband Mike privately. It was good to be desired and I resolved to get with her later to make plans to do so. My mental calendar was quickly filling up and I was starting to feel like the social butterfly of the swinging community. 

When Sharon explained how we were going to play "dress up" for my date with Ken and Lynn, Amy offered her services as my maid as well. It looked like my preparations for my date had turned into a bit of a hen party. I was looking forward to it. 

Later, Sharon started teasing me about Heather and told Amy that I had "a new girlfriend." I was once again peppered with questions about Heather from Amy. I finally told both Sharon and Amy to just cool out, that I didn't know if there was anything there with Heather. I assured them I would make sure that I would fill them in on all the details if, and when, there were any details to share. The two of them were positively giggly and reminded me of two teenagers at a sleep over discussing their favorite rock star that they had a crush on. On some level I was fairly amused by this side of their personalities.

Sharon said she was ready for a soak in the hot tub and Amy and I agreed. I was situated across the tub from Amy and I couldn't help but stare at her pierced nipples. The water level was such that her breasts were right at the surface and the gold metal rings glinted in the sun. A quick mental image of my own pierced nipples between Sharon or Heather's lips flashed through my brain and I felt a shiver run through me at the thought. I had a few small "decorative" tattoos but I was not interested in the all over tattoo design she sported. The piercings on the other hand were somewhat fascinating to me. I began to ask her questions about them. How painful were they to have done? Did they increase her sexual pleasure? If she had to do them over again, what would she do differently, and so on? I suppose they were the sort of questions she got all the time. Her answers were forthright and honest and she discussed their pros and cons. I was captivated by her description of the benefits they provided to her sex life. I resolved to add this to my list of internet research topics. 

Sharon added that she had tried a few piercings earlier in her life and while she enjoyed them, and how they looked, her body had rejected them and she been forced to remove them. She went on to explain that that doesn't happen with everyone and if I was interested in getting pierced, then she was all for it. I just smiled and told her I would think about it and then added that I had a lot of things to think about.

After we had simmered for a while in the tub we all agreed that we'd had enough. A quick dip in the pool to cool off followed and we were soon back on our respective lounges, sunning ourselves. I was pleased with the way my tan was developing. My white ass was starting to fade and I was losing the characteristic "bunny tail," as nudists refer to it, that is characteristic of people new to the lifestyle. My breasts were also starting to get a nice bronze glow that set off the pinkness of my nipples. 

My mind was wandering a little when I saw Jim and Mike approaching. I couldn't help but compare and contrast their physiques as they walked toward us. Jim's more familiar, stockier and more heavily muscled body stood out next to Mike's taller, slimmer body. My eyes were also admiring their cocks. Even soft, as they were now, there was a marked difference. My mind flashed back to Mike's long thin cock taking my anal virginity just days ago. Likewise, my mind flashed on the image of Jim's thickness buried in my pussy and then my throat only hours ago. I felt my pussy responding to this imagery and my labia swelled. My nipples were also jutting out, making their presence known. I clamped my thighs together and felt my slippery labia squish together. I had to remind myself that we were in public, even if it was in a nudist camp, and to restrain my arousal. I issued a mental rebuke to myself and tried using my mantra to seek some level of calmness.

Mike gave me a big hug and a kiss. His cock was level with my belly and rubbed against it and I had to remind myself to remain calm once again. How do these folks do it, I wondered? While I understood the naturist ideology that nudity and sexuality were not connected, I was having a hard time with exercising that philosophy on a practical level. I assumed this was something I would grow accustomed to with time. I hoped so, I didn't want to make a spectacle of myself every time I was in the public areas of the camp. At least, I reminded myself, I didn't have a cock pointing at the sky. That would simply be humiliating, I thought. In that, nature had been kind to me.  

We sat around and chatted amiably for about another hour until Sharon announced that she had had enough sun and was ready for a snack and maybe a nap. She surprised me when she asked Mike and Amy if they would like to join us. She gave me a look that asked if I was OK with that and I eagerly gave her an almost imperceptible nod of approval. When Mike and Amy agreed, we all gathered up our stuff and trooped back to the house. 

Amy, Sharon, and I whipped up a snack consisting of fruit, veggies, cheese, and crackers. It was all I needed after the heavy breakfast that John had fed us. Glasses of ice tea topped it off. We put the large platter of food on the coffee table in the living room and we all sat on a couch of the floor and helped ourselves. I was enjoying spending time with my new friends in such an open and relaxed environment. The conversation was light and enjoyable. I was the butt of a lot of ribbing by everyone but I took it in stride and in the way it was intended. I wasn't the only one that was targeted and I realized this was how this group enjoyed spending time with each other. 

After everyone had finished, the leftovers were put away by Sharon, Amy, and I. While we were in the kitchen, Sharon asked Amy, "Do you think you and Mike would be up for a little play time?" Amy was quick to approve, saying that she was sure Mike could be "convinced" to join in. 

"What about you Kim? Is that cool with you?" Amy asked. 

I only had to think about it for a millisecond and agreed. "After all, I wouldn't want to jeopardize my standing as the camp slut," I said, giggling.

"Who said you were the camp slut?" Amy asked.

"I think that would be you. I'd always heard it takes one to know one." I replied, smiling at her. We were joking and it was the kind of jovial and light hearted kidding I was quickly learning to associate with this group. I was starting to learn that you had to give as much as you received to keep up with them, especially Amy. 

"Well in that case, let's go grab us some men and have our way with them," Sharon said. 

"Now that sounds like the best plan I've heard all day," Amy said happily. 

As we rounded the corner into the living room, Sharon signaled us to follow her towards the bedroom. She turned and looked at Jim and Mike sitting in the living room and said, "Fellas, we're going to go play. Feel free to come join us if you like." I thought Jim and Mike were going to trip over each other as they got to their feet and trailed us. 

As soon as we were in the bedroom, Amy took my arm and pulled me aside and said, "I'm the only one here that has never had a chance to really be with you. Don't you think it's time to remedy that?" 

"That sounds like a lovely idea to me," I replied, my eyes meeting hers and seeing the passion in them. While we had played a little at their party the previous weekend, my attention had been primarily on Mike. I was not at all adverse to the idea of exploring her body and allowing her to reciprocate. 

Sharon must have noticed Amy and I and said, "It looks like Amy is going to monopolize Kim, so I guess I'm just going to have take care of you boys. Do you think you would settle for lil' ole me?" she asked coquettishly.

"I don't really think that would be any great hardship," Mike replied and then added, "Far from it, as a matter of fact."

Sharon knelt on the floor and drew Jim and Mike closer to her. She was soon giving an exhibition of her oral talents, alternating between both men. Amy led me over to the bed and she was soon atop me, our lips locked in a very hot kiss. She was being a little aggressive with me but I liked it. I was more then ready to let her take the lead. I was confident she would let me know when she wanted something from me. Her petite body matched up well to mine. Our thighs were intertwined and our pussies rubbing against each other. At the same time I could feel her small breasts pressed against my own. The cool metal of her piercings was a nice contrast against my warmer skin.

I could feel our juices mingling and our thighs were covered in them. For such a little girl she sure was juicy, almost as juicy as me. Her mouth left mine and moved to my neck and ears. My body became covered in goose bumps as she licked, sucked, and kissed my neck and ears. I could have let her do that all day but we were both hungry for more. Her tongue left a wet snail's trail from my neck to my breasts. The trail continued around the circumference of my breasts and spiraled inwards from there. I was dying to feel her mouth and tongue on my nipples but the sensations she was giving me were just too good to force the issue. My hands were in her hair, gently guiding her mouth. She knew what I wanted but was happy just teasing me, making me want her even more.




The Hunger Ch. 08



I heard a groan from the other side of the room and glanced over in time to see Sharon take Mike's cock down her throat. I could actually see her throat bulge just a little. It was an amazing sight and I was mesmerized watching her. The visual stimulation just added to the eroticism that Amy's mouth was producing. I felt her teeth nip at my nipple and a jolt of electricity flowed through me. Her eyes met mine and it was if she was playing with me, making sure that my attention was directed at what she was doing, and not Sharon. I pressed her head to my nipple, silently re-assuring her I had not left her. She began to suckle me. That is the closest that I can describe it. The sensation overwhelmed me. I just laid there and allowed her to please me. Her occasional nibbles on my engorged nips produced bolts of pleasure that flowed directly to my pussy. I used my hands and groans to encourage her to bite harder and I was soon crying out in pleasure as the sweet combination of pain and pleasure engulfed me. I just sort of floated there, it was an almost an out of body experience, the likes of which I had never experienced. Perhaps this was the endorphin high, the "sub space," that I had read about in my research on BDSM. It was definitely a sensation that I wanted to re-visit though.

I was so lost in the lingering feelings that Amy had delivered to my nipples that I almost missed it when she returned to her journey towards my nether regions. Her tongue rimmed my navel before moving on to nibble at my little patch of pubic hair on my "landing strip." I groaned at that and Amy's eyes met my own again. I think she recognized something in me that I was only starting to recognize myself. Perhaps we were kindred souls in that way. Perhaps she too understood and appreciated a certain degree of erotic pain in her sexual repertoire. Hmmm, something we might explore more at a later time. She was certainly taking her cues from my responses and feeding them back to me. It was almost like a feedback loop I guess. I was definitely not complaining about how she was pleasing me. 

Her eyes left mine and her face dove between my thighs. The next thing I felt was her lips sucking on my engorged labia. I was so aroused by this point they felt like they were ready to explode. My clit was in a similar condition and I trembled at the thought of her suckling on my clit like she was doing my labia. Her sucking produced a slurping sound as she sucked up the steady flow of my juices that were coming from my pussy. She moved to the source and I felt her tongue bury itself in my cunt. I cried out and urged her to lick me ever deeper. 

Somehow through this quagmire of pleasure I noticed movement next to me on the bed. John lay next to me and was soon followed by Sharon. John's eyes met mine, a broad smile on his face, and he asked, "Having fun sweetie?" I simply moaned my answer.

Sharon straddled John and I watched, amazed as always, as she sat on his thick cock and impaled herself on it. They both groaned as he stretched her wet pussy. Amy caught my attention, and said, "Hold on for a minute, I want to go help out." I was a little confused by what she meant by that until I saw Mike climbing on the bed behind Sharon holding a bottle of lube. Amy took the lube from him and began to anoint his long thin cock with the jelly. Meanwhile Sharon was rocking her hips on John, working his cock ever deeper. I knew how that cock felt in me and I couldn't help but wonder, if after all these years, Sharon felt the same amazement when she first took him inside her. 

I missed Amy's attention, but I was certainly being entertained by the spectacle taking place next to me. I moved my head down to the end of the bed to get a better view. I got a great look at John's cock splitting open Sharon's plump labia. Amy had finished lubing Mike and was now rubbing her fingers on Sharon's asshole. Those same fingers were soon sliding through her portal and into her dark depths. I sat there watching, spell bound. A second finger soon followed the first and Sharon groaned at the welcome intrusion. A third finger then followed the path taken by the first two and I could see that Sharon relaxed to accept the additional girth. 

"Sharon darlin', are you ready," Amy asked. Sharon nodded yes. "OK, stud, that's your cue," Amy added. 

Amy moved out of the way and sat with me as Sharon leaned forward over Jim, presenting her ass to be taken. Mike moved into position and Amy reached out and took his cock in her hand to guide it to Sharon's waiting anus. Mike's hands took the globes of her ass and spread them, leaving her wide open for his penetration. 

"I always like helping out with this part," she whispered to me, giggling girlishly.

"I remember," I said, smiling at her and joining in her giggling.

Mike's cock head met the wrinkled opening of Sharon's ass and Amy moved her hand out of the way. She grabbed a hand towel and began wiping away the excess lube while watching her husband being received in my lover's ass. Sharon groaned deeply as he spread and penetrated her sphincter. His cock head popped in and she cried out again with a wail of mixed pain and pleasure that my recent experiences allowed me to understand completely. My ass spasmed sympathetically, as I remembered that same cock stretching my own ass for the first time, not so very long ago.

Mike slowly slid into Sharon until his thin hips rested against the full cheeks of her ass. Sharon groaned deeply when she had both cocks embedded in her. I could see a change come over her as she accepted them and sank into the feelings that having both her holes so full produced in her. Mike began a rocking movement which she met with her own movements. Jim joined in as much as he was capable of doing from below and they soon all three joined in a coordinated fucking. 

Amy joined me, her arm around my shoulders and our lips met again. "Isn't that beautiful?" she asked. I agreed it was and she said that she just wished she was receiving the "DP," as she put it. Amy asked me if I had tried a "DP" yet and I replied no, but that I wanted to, and soon. She then went on to add, "Maybe another time," and made a comment about other more important things on our agenda. 

Amy pushed me onto my back and was quickly back in position where we had left off. She attacked my pussy with a vengeance. It seemed as if our little intermission had only increased the passion with which she went down on me. My own lust had stayed at a pretty high level as I had watched the action and the current action that I could see out of the corner of my eye didn't hurt. On top of that, the combined moans, groans, cries, and screams of Mike, Sharon, and Jim were adding to mélange of hedonism that we shared and this too added to my arousal.

Amy's lips found my clit as I heard Sharon cry out with her first orgasm. I sensed that I would not be far behind her as Amy made love to my swollen nub. Her fingers slid into my pussy, which her tongue had just recently vacated, and I felt them searching for my engorged G-spot. I felt her finger tips massaging my G and knew this was going to be a very wet orgasm. The initial signs were there and I recognized them and allowed myself to bask in the sensations that were driving my hunger. 

I was teetering on the edge of my orgasm when Amy stopped sucking and licking my clit. She looked at me and smiled and I realized she was teasing me. Her fingers were still hard at work in my pussy and had even increased their tempo. Her knuckles were grinding into my labia at the end of every stroke and they caused a delicious sensation as they almost punched my pussy. The wet sound of her finger fucking also added to the cacophony of erotic sounds in the room. Not least of these sounds was my own heavy panting and cries of pleasure. 

I was becoming desperate for the return of Amy's mouth to my clit when I felt something new. A slim finger invaded my ass and was followed by a second. My anal exploration of the last few days allowed me to relax, and accept her small fingers, with no problem. They still felt delicious as they filled my bottom. When she started finger fucking my ass in conjunction with my pussy I nearly swooned. I was getting close to orgasm again, the climb to my peak accelerating, even without any direct contact on my clit. When I saw Amy smile at me and then her head descending to my pussy once again, I knew I was going to cum.

Her lips settled over my clit once again and flicked its exposed head. She had to burrow down under its hood to get at it. My clit had withdrawn like it usually does right before I cum. I felt the pre-orgasmic trembling and my muscles clinched in readiness for my approaching explosion. I new I was very close but when I felt Amy's teeth bite down on my clit, it set me off, as if she had pulled a trigger. It truly was an explosion. My body seemed to levitate off the bed and I ejaculated hard into Amy's waiting mouth and onto her face, chest, and tits, soaking her. I didn't recognize my own screams. Sharon was cumming as well and we performed a strange duet in our passionate release. 

I slumped onto the bed. Tremors still rocked my body and my heart thundered in my chest. Amy hovered over me; her wet face smiling. She descended for a kiss and I tasted myself on her lips between my gasps for breath. I heard Sharon mumbled "no more" from beside me, between her own ragged gasps for breath. I knew she must be exhausted from her numerous orgasms.       

Amy was still ready to go and said, "Come on over here boys, I guess its time for the reliever to come out of the bull pen." She then sent Mike to the bathroom to wash up. Apparently she had a plan and I was simply along for the ride. She was still on her hands and knees over me and told me to turn around. When I did, she knee walked over me so that I was under her. Still exhausted, I did manage to slide my tongue along one of her damp thighs and taste the juices that were coating her skin there. 

Amy slapped her ass and said to Jim, "Come on big boy, I'm all ready for you and there's no waiting line."

I looked up and saw Jim's familiar cock approaching from between Amy's thighs. I reached out and took it in my hand and drew it to Amy's dripping furrow. When she felt the head split her lips, she pushed back on him, and quicker then I would have thought possible, he was buried in her. She squealed and her body shuddered as she absorbed his thrust into her molten depths. 

"Gawwddddd yessss," she moaned. "Fuck me with that big cock Jim. Pound it into me, give it to me good," she extorted him. ‘She definitely had a mouth on her,' I thought, amused. I had a close up view of his cock buried in her tiny pussy and I was enjoying the view. I almost forgot that I had a chore to perform and I went back to work. My mouth was active, as I moved from Amy's clit, to where Jim's cock was seated in her pussy, to his swinging balls. 

Mike came out of the bathroom and Amy, once again in director mode, said, "Mike, Kim has never had your meat in her pussy. Why don't you go give her a sample?" 

He came around to the other side of the bed and was soon positioned between my outstretched thighs. I felt his cock against my pussy and rocked my hips up to accept him. He slid in smoothly and I was able to accept him easily due to my very wet condition. He certainly did not fill me the way that Jim did, but he was very deep and I could feel his cock head rest against my cervix. He also was curved in such a way that he rubbed against my G-spot as he pushed in. When he was all the way in, I clamped down on him with my PC muscles and he felt good in me. I definitely wasn't stretched the way I was with Jim, but Mike's cock provided a more than adequate and comfortable feeling of fullness.  

"My ass, I want that beast in my ass. Fuck my ass Jim," I heard Amy say over me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw that Sharon had returned to the living and was handing Jim the lube. Jim's cock left my field of vision as he withdrew from Amy to prepare to fill her ass. With Amy's pussy vacated, I got busy and went to work on it. Her moans were a nice tribute to what I though of as my "apprentice" level efforts. My face was soon covered with her juices and I relished the feel of it on my skin.

Mike began fucking me and he pulled my legs up and held them in his arms. His cock pushed deeper and I felt it pushing against my cervix when he went in deep. It was a new and different sensation to me. I suppose you could call it painful to some degree, but as I became more and more aroused I started to enjoy it more as well. 

I saw Jim's lubed and glistening cock return to my field of view between Amy's thighs. I detached myself from her pussy and just generally got out of the way for a moment, except to reach around her hips and spread her almost boyish, tight cheeks for Jim. The room echoed with a bestial scream as Jim's cock speared into Amy's small ass and her hips rocketed back with almost amazing speed to bury him in her. I was gab smocked at her ability to take him so easily and so fast, especially considering their relative sizes. The one time I had taken Jim in my ass had required several minutes to accommodate him. Amy had accepted all of him in mere seconds and from the sounds of it she had greatly enjoyed the sudden, and almost violent, penetration. I resolved to ask her what her secret was at a later time. She seemed to be busy with other things at the moment. 

My contemplation of these matters was distracted by the feeling of Mike's prick in my pussy. My level of arousal was once again ratcheting skywards. I began to contract my pussy in time with his strokes and from his moans it seemed that he was enjoying my actions. I couldn't really see him as my head was buried in his wife's pussy once again. She seemed to really be enjoying the way I was licking her clit in time with Jim's aggressive strokes into her upturned ass and she had returned to being the ever vocal lover that I had learned to appreciate.

"That's it, fuck my ass good. Stretch my little asshole. Make me really feel it. Oh yea Kim, your tongue feels so sweet on my clit, a little firmer, yessssss, just like that. Oh gawddddd yessss."

She was rocking her hips back into Jim's strokes and I didn't really have to do much work. All I was really doing was holding my tongue out and using it like a brush as her clit passed back and forth over me. That was a good thing, because I was being increasingly distracted by the feeling of Mike's cock pounding my pussy. He was really going at it now and I could feel myself beginning to climb towards another climax. 

My reverie was again disrupted when Amy began giving instructions again, "Kim, reach my nipples." I slid my hands around and felt for them. Their jewelry touched my fingers and I grasped them. "Yesss, that's it. Pull them, pinch them, make them hurt so good. I know you know what I want." What did she mean by that I wondered? "Harder, you don't have to be gentle. Make them ache," she cried out. 

Mike was fucking me hard and deep and my pussy happily accepted his thrusts. My orgasm was just appearing on the horizon as I moaned my pleasure into Amy's pussy. Amy was jerking her upper body, encouraging me to be rougher with her nipples. Her moans had turned into a litany of semi-intelligible "fuck me, fuck my ass, yes, harder."

I could hear Jim's own groans and when I saw that his balls had drawn up tight between his legs I knew that he was close as well. I heard Amy cry out once again, "spank me, spank me." This was followed by the sound of what I later learned was Sharon's hand landing loudly on her upraised ass. Once, twice, three times I heard the slap ring out. It continued at a steady beat in time with his thrusts. That seemed to be what it took to push Amy over the edge and she was screamed out her release loudly. I bit down on her clit and redoubled my efforts on her nips. This just only seemed to intensify her orgasm and her body jolted above me and her vocalizations grew in volume. Her pussy was gushing into my face. She was not a squirter like me, but a steady gush of fluids fell from her pussy like a water fall and I licked them up with gusto. Her loud screams of joyful release echoed in the bedroom. 

I heard Jim's distinctive bellow and saw his balls draw up even tighter as he unloaded his sperm into Amy's ass. Of course I couldn't see anything, but from the sounds he made I knew my lover was having a very good cum. Even in my aroused state, I was able to notice his cock seemingly pulse, as he pumped his cum into her convulsing ass. 

The sounds, feel, tastes and smells of those around me pushed my arousal to an even higher level and I was soon on the edge, struggling towards my own release. Fingers appeared on my clit. "Sharon," I thought, I had totally forgotten about her. She pinched me lightly and when I moaned in response, she increased the pressure. It was just enough to push me over the edge and red hot bolts of pleasure blasted their way through my body as I writhed in orgasmic joy. Mike continued to pound away at my pussy as I continued to ride the roller coaster of my release. I know I must have squirted from the intensity of my orgasm, and my pussy was pulsing around his hard shaft. It was enough to set him off as well and I felt the hot jets of his cum spray deep inside me and back out between my labia as my contracting pussy milked his juice. 

Somewhere during my orgasm Sharon had stopped working on my clit and she was kneeling next to me, contented, and smiling down at me. Mike released my legs and they fell around his hips. I sort of hugged him with my legs. It was all I was really capable of at the moment. I was totally spent. When I was able to move my head, I looked around and saw Amy sitting in Jim's lap, his cock still apparently buried in her ass, and his arms wrapped around her slight torso. She smiled at me and wiggled her hips, stirring Jim's erection in her ass. 

I felt Sharon's lips on my pussy, followed by a warm wet towel. It was the last thing I felt as I rolled over and fell asleep. Sleep engulfed my sex saturated body and I fell into a satiated slumber.    

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I awoke from my post-orgasm nap and found the bed empty except for Amy's small body. She was curled up in a small ball on the other side of the bed. I left her sleeping contentedly and went looking for the others. I found Sharon, Jim, and Mike lounging on the deck, doing their best to kill a pitcher of margaritas. Sharon offered me one and I accepted. Jim inquired about Amy and I told him that she was still asleep when I had left. He said he was going to go check on her and as he started to get up, she appeared at the door and joined the rest of the group on the deck. 

We sat around and chatted for a while. At least part of the conversation was a sort of "after action" report of our communal play time. The kidding, as usual, was light hearted and jovial. I was given a hard time about being "the queen of squirters." Amy accused Sharon of monopolizing the men, and Sharon shot right back about her monopolizing me. Amy informed us that Jim had ruined her asshole for all other men. 

I noticed the growing shadows on the deck and asked what time it was. Jim checked his watch and said that it was 5:15. I had made arrangements for Ken and Lynn to pick me up for our "date" at 7:00 so I knew I needed to get moving pretty soon. I got up and mentioned that I was going to go start getting ready and Amy and Sharon said they would be along shortly to play "maid." Mike and Jim said they would just hang out and watch a ball game and try to stay out of the way while I was being "dolled up." Amy shot back that "slutted up" was probably a better description. I just smiled and went to the room where I had my stored my luggage. 

I decided to attack the most difficult item on my "pre-date" checklist first and decide what to wear. I started digging through what I had brought with me, mostly newer items that I had recently added to my "slutwear" wardrobe. All of these items had lain unused in the guest bedroom since my arrival. I found my makeup and toiletry bag and set it aside to take to the bathroom. I was trying to layout some possible wardrobe combinations on the bed when Amy and Sharon arrived. Their excitement was clearly evident. They jumped right in on giving me their "advice," although that turned into a discussion between the two of them as to what would be the "hottest," which left me on the sidelines as a casual observer for the most part. After careful consideration and heated discussion they seemed to come to a consensus decision and as almost an after thought, it was presented to me for my approval.

I was left to ponder my circumstances and this process while my two friends carried on this animated discussion. My mind was awash with a cornucopia of different thoughts and images. Certainly excitement was foremost. The process of getting ready for my "date" took on an aura that was almost like foreplay. Although I was no stranger to the dating scene, this was like no date that I had ever prepared for. The fact that I was going to be enjoying sex later was pretty much a given, and getting ready for it was almost like part of the pre-sex ritual. I found myself growing slightly aroused as the anticipation of what was to come mounted. At the same time, I was left to consider my current circumstances from a remote view point. A short time ago I would have found this scenario simply bizarre. Here I stood nude, watching and listening passively, while two close friends argued and discussed what I should wear that would make me the most attractive and "fuckable" by two other people that were not much more than strangers. What amazed me the most, perhaps, was that in the context of my new lifestyle, my mind was able to accept all this as almost normal. 

I had to admit that I was generally in agreement with their combined wisdom concerning my outfit. Once this decision was made, which included lingerie and shoes, I was hustled off to the master bathroom to begin my bath and personal preparation. Amy guided me into the shower and Sharon said she would lay out the stuff from my toiletry bag. Amy, now fully into her personal maid role, quickly had me soaped, shampooed, and conditioned. She even shaved me. Although I had shaved my legs, pits, and pussy before leaving for the camp, she said she wanted to make sure I was "as smooth as a baby's bottom." She seemed satisfied with herself when found a few stray hairs and a patch of stubble on my pussy that I had missed. She also did some required shaping and trimming of my "landing strip," as I had begun to refer to it. 

When we got out of the shower, Amy dried me. I saw that Sharon had been busy. My stuff was spread out all over the counter top and she was busy filling my newly acquired enema bag in the sink. She turned and looked at me and holding it up said, "This was a good idea, especially when you want to be really, really clean." Amy voiced her approval as well.

Amy ran a brush through my hair and said we would attend to my hair afterwards. Sharon instructed me to lay down on the floor and sort of curl on my side into a fetal position on a towel she had placed on the floor. Amy helped by hanging the bag in the shower. I was in a kind of daze and uncertain of what they would be doing to me next. This was all so new to me. I quickly felt the lubed nozzle being inserted in my back door. I saw Sharon reach over and grab the little valve on the hose and the next thing I felt was warmness flooding my bowels. Sharon pulled up a chair from the vanity and Amy kneeled down next to me. I soon felt cramps start and when Amy asked if I was cramping I nodded and she started to massage my belly. Meanwhile Sharon began a rather lengthy monologue about the benefits and techniques of enemas. I had no idea she was so knowledgeable on the subject. I was really glad she was helping me out this first time. She went into an extreme amount of detail: temperature, volume, using a mild soap, clear water rinses and even the rate at which you should let the bag drain. I was starting to really feel full and the cramps were getting more intense. I looked down and could see a slight bulge in my abdomen starting to form. I was amazed. This sure wasn't like those little disposable fleet enemas.

The sensations were different then anything I had ever experienced. Fullness, some pain, and yes some pleasure, were all jumbled together. Finally, when I thought I was about to explode, Sharon announced I had taken enough and turned off the flow. She removed the nozzle and Amy continued to massage my belly. Sharon told me to hold it for a few minutes. It was strange; I could feel the fluid moving around inside of me. After a few minutes, Sharon told me to expel the liquid while she rinsed and prepared the bag again with clear water for a rinse. Amy helped me up and I made my way to the toilet. I just barely made it to the toilet in time. I didn't think the water was ever going to stop flowing out of me. The procedure was repeated again, and once again I felt the same cramping sensations. I think the flush may have been even larger then the first batch.

I couldn't help thinking about this process. It was just another significant change in my life and outlook. Never in a million years would I have previously imagined preparing myself to this extreme, much less having someone else help me prepare myself to have my ass fucked. Just as extreme was that this fact struck me while I lay there; my belly full and stretched. My life was changing quickly and I freely admit that I was not at all unhappy with the changes and the results of those changes. I felt alive and more in touch with my needs and desires then ever before. There was a freedom in this fact that shocked me. That freedom was in my ability to admit to myself, and to others close to me, that I had desires and needs that conventional society, to which I was more accustomed, would not accept, much less approve. I had found a new society, a new acceptance, with friends like Jim, Sharon, Mike, and Amy. They were not only friends but also my support group as I came to grips with the changes my life was going through. In them, I found not only support, but understanding by kindred spirits who had gone through similar changes in their own lives. I realized these changes were a process and dynamic and I couldn't help but wonder what other changes were in store for me. 

I do have to admit I felt really good after the rinse was expelled. Sharon pronounced me "cleaned out." She changed nozzles and she repeated the process with warm, clear water for a quick douche. I made the comment, jokingly, that I thought I may have been cleaner, and definitely emptier, than I had ever been in my life.

I was then directed by Sharon to her bidet. The bidet was a luxury that was relatively new to me. I had first experienced it during my first visit, but it was a luxury I had quickly learned to appreciate. I quickly washed and freshened myself up "down there" and was ready to finish my preparations. 

I was then sat down on the vanity chair and Amy and Sharon got to work on my hair and makeup. I have to admit it felt nice being attended to, almost like spending the day at a spa. They did a remarkable job. Sharon dried and styled my hair while Amy worked on my makeup. My makeup may have turned out a bit more extreme than if I would have done it myself, but I had to admit I looked good. She said she was going for the "classy slut" look. If that was her goal, I guess I have to admit it was a huge success. I brushed my teeth before she applied a heavy layer of bright red lipstick, topped off by a final layer of lip gloss. Amy called the color of lipstick she chose "cock sucker red." That got a good laugh from all of us.

I was again left to reflect on my situation as I sat there while Amy and Sharon doted over me. The crux of this reflection was "why was I doing this? Why did I need this? What part of my personality and sexuality led me to feel this need to play the submissive role?" It certainly was not, as so many unknowing people may assume, some history of abuse in my past. And it clearly was not some romance novel inspired fantasy of being swept off my feet and "taken" by some Prince Charming. This need I felt was more raw, more basic than that. It seemed to be something that was an intrinsic part of my sexuality. It was something from deep within that part of ourselves that we usually fear to acknowledge and accept. My submissive fantasies were something that I had previously only been willing to address in the heat of passion when I was able to let my guard down. Only at those times when my lust had overridden that part of my brain that refused to recognize that this was something integral to who and what I am. The conscious part of my self image was hard wired to only see myself as a successful, professional, enlightened woman. Yet at the same time, that image was always in stark contrast to a more feral part of me, buried deep in my self-conscious, that yearned for a freedom that I was unable to admit to myself. It was only because of the recent revelations and changes in my outlook on life, and the shifting paradigm of my sexuality, that I was able to start coming to terms with this side of myself. I was left wondering what other revelations the night would have in store for me.

While I had come to terms with this part of my sexuality, I also had come to realize it was not all of me. I could not see myself as a committed slave in a 24/7 BDSM relationship. I had come to see this as only one part, one side, of the whole of my sexuality. Being a submissive was not how I saw myself. It was only a role in the larger cosmos of my sexuality. I did not feel like I could simply limit myself to being "just" a sub. Admittedly, it was an experiment. I was testing myself, testing my limits, and exploring. 

Time was starting to run short so I was quickly moved to the bedroom to get me dressed. I had a strange thought. I almost felt like I was back with my high school girlfriends, getting ready to go to the prom. When I recalled that I had lost my virginity on prom night, I thought that perhaps the comparison may be appropriate on several levels. In the back of my mind I knew that this night was going to being something new and different and while my mind was largely occupied with getting ready, I couldn't help but feel a certain degree of dread, fear, and at the same time expectant excitement. I was excited but I also had this fear that I may be getting in over my head with the kind of play that I knew I could expect with Ken and Lynn.

When I started getting dressed, or rather being dressed, I realized this is where the comparison with my prom stopped. I would have never been allowed out of the house dressed like this. My conservative parents would have been horrified, to say the least. Amy and Sharon first wrapped me in the new corset I had purchased. It was a royal blue color, made from a satin material, and had two sets of laces that ran up the back. I had never owned a corset before but had been strangely drawn to it. I was reassured by the lingerie shop owner that it was a "proper" heavily boned corset, and not a "decorative" type that was apparently more common these days. After it was on me, Sharon instructed me to lean over the end of the bed and they began to tighten the laces. Oh my gosh! What had I gotten myself into? After several minutes of tightening and re-tightening my body was confined and reshaped by the garment. I was repeatedly instructed to inhale which was soon followed by a tightening of the laces. The procedure was repeated time and again as the grip of the corset slowly embraced me. Finally, Sharon and Amy were done and they moved me over in front of a full length mirror to see the results.

I couldn't believe it. First off, I had cleavage! The corset pushed my breasts up and together. Sharon pulled down the lace cups until my nipples were left exposed. The resulting "open cup" was almost like a shelf bra. The under wiring in the corset lifted and supported my breasts from beneath but at the same time left them exposed on top. Her fingers produced an electric shock on my nipples as they casually brushed them while rearranging the top. I next noticed my constrained waist. It had to be at least 3 inches smaller then my normal 22 inches. This caused my body to have an exaggerated hour glass shape and caused my breasts and hips to be more exaggerated as well. No one would ever accuse me of being big hipped, but the corset sure made them look more prominent. Finally, I noticed that the corset made my ass push out a bit and my cheeks seemed to be more on display. I had to admit I was pleased, even if I was having a hard time learning how to breathe with the corset constraining my diaphragm. When I mentioned that, Sharon informed me that I would just need to learn to take smaller, shallower breaths. I decided that I needed to have a discussion with her later about how she seemed to know so much on the topic of corsets and corsetry. I was quickly coming to the realization that Sharon had a very far ranging knowledge in areas I would have never imagined. 

Sharon noticed my struggle while trying to breathe with the corset on and she placed her hand on my belly and offered some instruction. "Take small, shallow breaths," she said, "don't fight the corset. Your diaphragm is constricted so you aren't going to be able to take deep breaths." 

Sharon and Amy gleefully proclaimed the corset a success and Amy even made the comment that it was a shame to waste it on Ken and Lynn. She jokingly said I was too good for them and she thought she might want to kidnap me and keep me for herself tonight. When Amy grudgingly accepted my promise to wear the corset for her some other time, she acquiesced.

As I looked at myself, I had a thought. This was not the utilitarian corset of a Victorian woman who only wore it to adhere to some fashion norm of the era. This was the corset of a woman dressed for sex. I saw that in my own eyes as well as the way my body was covered. This was a body not corseted to satisfy some long dead societal convention of a supposedly sterile, sex starved era, but rather it was a body corseted to arouse and titillate and bring forth the sexual desire of her lovers. I had to admit it brought forth some of my own deep, dark desires as well. My how times change! 

After a quick discussion, during which I was once again left as an observer, it was decided that I would forego wearing panties. My mobility was obviously limited by the corset and Sharon and Amy had to help me put on the wide lace top stockings that I had bought to go with the corset. I was unable to help fasten the garters after the hose had been stretched and smoothed along my legs. Wearing hose, as opposed to pantyhose, was still new to me, but I was quickly learning to appreciate the sexiness and freedom they afforded. I was next helped into the heels that Sharon and Amy had chosen to go along with my outfit. I had bought them on a whim, and while I found them very sexy, I had thought them to be totally impractical. They were at least 4 ½ tall with ankle straps that I was totally incapable of buckling on my own in my current corseted state. 

After I was in the shoes I was once again moved to the mirror and Amy and Sharon stood behind me admiring the view appreciatively. I have to admit, I was a bit shocked at what I saw. Could this be me? The combination of makeup, stylish hair do, corset, hose and heels made for a pretty impressive appearance. I loved the way the heels and hose made my legs look and I especially liked the way my already enhanced ass was being pushed out atop the heels. The garter straps added a nice touch as well. I couldn't help but make a joke about how I might get a nose bleed from being up that high.

Finally, I was helped into my dress. It was a black silky number that I thought was a sort of throw back to the disco era. It wrapped around and tied off with a silk ribbon. The hem was fairly short and just barely covered the lace tops of my hose. A hint of lace could be seen when I moved, just enough to be a tease, I thought. The neckline was plunging and came just to the top of the corset. My nipples could easily be seen poking though the thin, silk fabric. "Easy on, easy off," Amy commented with approval. Another obligatory trip to the mirror was required. Damn, I have to admit I looked pretty hot, if I do say so myself. I was pleased, more so than I thought possible. I was pronounced as "eminently fuck-able" by Sharon and Amy chimed in her agreement with her comment of "Uber Slut." They both cooed over my appearance like a couple of over sexed mother hens. I have to admit that my appearance went a long away in bolstering my self esteem and confidence. That in itself was worth the effort. 

After a set of sexy, dangling ear rings were added, Sharon announced that I was "almost ready." This mystified me as I had no idea what she meant by her comment. My confusion was rectified when she pulled out the anal plug that she had given me from behind her back. I had forgotten that I had thrown it in my bag, almost as an after thought while I was packing for the weekend. Amy giggled, and steered me back to the bed. She bent me over the footboard and flipped up the back of my dress, exposing my ass.

Amy took over lubing my ass and Sharon took responsibility for the plug. Amy seemed more then happy to bury her fingers back in my ass again. She seemed to get a little carried away in making sure it was more then adequately lubed. I couldn't help but chuckle a little at her anal fixation. I also couldn't help but gasp as her fingers were buried in my ass. I felt them reluctantly leave my ass and then heard Sharon's instruction to "relax." I relaxed my sphincter and felt the plug being slowly pushed into my ass. I grunted when the wide flange pushed through and then a moan escaped my lips when it slipped in far enough for my stretched asshole to close and clasp around the smaller neck of the plug. I was told to stay bent over and then felt what I assume to be Amy's fingers holding a tissue and wiping away any excess lube that still coated my ass. Amy delivered a swat to my ass and moved the hem of my skirt so that it was once again was draped over it.




The Hunger Ch. 09



Amy stood in front of me, shaking her head. She announced that the plug was "not good enough" to go with the rest of the outfit and that she had just the thing that I could borrow. She told me to hang on, that she had an idea and departed, leaving me alone with Sharon. We chit chatted for a while. The discussion mainly revolved around how hot she thought I was and similar comments. Her comments helped bolster the confidence that I was lacking at the moment and I was very grateful for her support. I was mainly concerned that I had gone a little overboard, but Sharon quickly put those issues to rest. 

Amy returned and was holding the most beautiful plug I had ever seen. It was like a piece of artistic jewelry and was the perfect accent to adorn my ass. It even matched my corset! Much better suited to the purpose then the boring, flesh colored silicone material of my plug. It was metal and had a large sapphire colored jewel embedded in the base. Sharon voiced her agreement and approval of the choice of the plug. Working together, they soon had my silicone plug removed and the new metal one in its place. The metal felt cold in my warm ass but it quickly warmed and the difference was soon not as noticeable. 

Sharon told me to walk around and make sure everything was "going to work together." I walked around the room. While I had worn a plug several times before, this was the first time while wearing heels. The combination of the heavier metal plug and the heels was a killer. I was forced to clinch it even tighter then usual with my jutting ass. My arousal was increased a notch or two and this fact was made more then apparent by the two prominent peaks made by my engorged nipples. The heels, plug, and corset combined to make me very aware of my body and how excited I was. I was certainly not what you would call comfortable, but this only added to the overall effect.

My nervousness spiked again as the reality of what I was about to dive into approached. I forced myself to remain calm and focused on the fact that I trusted Sharon. While I did not know Ken and Lynn well, Sharon did, and I was confident of the fact that she would not let me get into something with them that I was not capable of handling and enjoying. 

Sharon pronounced that it was time for a fashion show and I was paraded into the living room for Jim and Mike's approval. My arrival was met with a more than adequate chorus of appreciative remarks by the men. It was nice that they appreciated how I looked. Again, my confidence was bolstered. Sharon had always told me that being desired was the ultimate aphrodisiac and this comment certainly rang true. Desire was clearly evident in Mike and Jim's eyes. To some degree it was bitter sweet. Here I was parading in front of my lover, seeing his desire, while at the same time waiting to be picked up and taken away by other future lovers that were little more then a casual acquaintance. I was left with a strange feeling by this thought that I forced it into the back of my mind for later consideration. I resolved to just enjoy the moment and deal with the mental shit later. It was clear that both Sharon and Jim were happy for me and I didn't want to ruin the moment for me, or for them. 

As that thought faded, there was a knock at the door. "Showtime," I thought. A sudden wave of excitement and almost paralyzing nervousness shot through me. 

Sharon answered the door and a smiling Ken appeared. He seemed to be as impressed as Jim and Mike with my appearance. I took a second to re-familiarize myself with Ken himself. He was the same "Norse God" that I remembered from the party: tall, fit, blond haired, bearded, and blue eyed. His outfit was a good indication of the kind of evening I was expecting. He wore a pair of black leather pants, a black poet shirt, and a black leather vest. I realized this was as "dressed up" as most people ever got at the camp but at the same time it set the tone for the evening. I do have to admit that he did look yummy and was what I thought a "Master" should look like. Admittedly, I had little to compare him to other than my own mental images and fantasies. He took my hand and gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek in greeting. 

Ken said hello to everyone else and when asked about Lynn he said that she was finishing preparations for dinner and had begged off coming to retrieve me so that she could finish. Ken and the rest of the group engaged in some casual conversation until, after a polite period of time, he asked if I was ready to go. I shyly nodded my consent and when he offered his arm to me I took it. We said our goodbyes to the other two couples and as we departed I heard Jim make a comment about not waiting up for me, and another wise crack from Amy about not doing anything that she wouldn't do. The laughter was still echoing as Ken and I went out through the door. 

Still a bit unsteady on my new heels, I was grateful for his arm. Rather then coming to get me in one of the ubiquitous golf carts common in the camp, he had driven a large SUV. It seemed to be indicative, to a certain degree, of the seriousness that he was taking our "date." As he opened the door and helped me into it, it seemed to swallow my petite frame. Again I was grateful for his hand as I had to climb up into the seat. The SUV was quite a bit higher then I was used to and the combination of the heels and corset were again a bit of a hindrance. My attire left me less than athletic. We chit chatted a little bit on the way to their house on the other side of the camp. He did express his, and Lynn's, happiness that I had accepted their offer to join them for the evening. No mention was made of anything remotely sexual or any plans they might have for the rest of the evening. Rather then being re-assured by this, it only seemed to increase my anticipation and anxiety.

As I sat in the SUV, the seat pressed against the plug in my ass and I could feel the garter straps dig into the cheeks of my ass. This served as a naughty reminder of what was in store for me. As I looked at Ken in the glow of the instrument lights I tried to recall the details about him from the party. Only the most general impressions remained. I had been a little overwhelmed and a lot of the details were blurry in my mind. I flashed back to watching Amy sucking his cock and tried to remember what his cock looked like. The pressure of the plug in my ass made me wonder if that same cock would be paying it a visit soon. That thought produced a flush of arousal in my rapidly overheating body. The idea of him in my ass also left me with a feeling of ominous dread mixed with expectation.

Our conversation during the brief drive was very general and totally non-sexual in nature. It was the sort of conversation you have with any friend that you had not seen in a while. It certainly did not give me any indication of what he and Lynn had in mind for me. This too only served to increase my level of anxiety. 

When we arrived at the other side of the camp at their home, Ken again played the gentleman and opened my door and then offered me his hand as he helped me from the vehicle. I again took his arm as I wobbled over the uneven ground and pavement until we reached the front door. Ken opened and held the door for me and escorted me in. 

We were passed by a young girl just as we entered. She was introduced to me as Ken and Lynn's daughter, Lisa. She kissed her dad and said she was going over to a friend's house. I was somewhat taken aback by Lisa's appearance. She was quite short, perhaps only 4' 10" or so and oriental or perhaps Eurasian. I thought it unlikely that she could be the daughter of the much taller Ken and Lynn. In my heels, I towered over her. This is something I am not accustomed to, usually being the shortest person in any group. I found out later that she had been adopted as a baby. In addition, she seemed to glow with the freshness and enthusiasm of youth. "Have fun, it was nice to meet you," she said, her eyes meeting mine for just an instant and I recognized a certain understanding in that glance. At the same time, that glance shared something else. There was a definite sense of embarrassment on both our parts. For her, in that she knew I was there to play with her parents and for me in knowing that she knew. I also couldn't help but wonder if there might have been at least a little bit of attraction between us, a spark, just the briefest of moments where we checked each other out in admiration. I admonished myself to cut it out; I definitely had enough on my plate at that moment. Ken and Lisa exchanged pecks on the cheek and she was soon skipping out the door. 

"Lynn sort of encouraged her to spend the night out so that we could have some privacy," Ken said. "She knows all about us being swingers, but we don't flaunt it in front of her. She was supposed to have already been gone by the time we got back. She must have been running behind." 

"She's a lovely girl," I said, trying to be polite. 

"Yes, she is. She's the apple of her daddy's eye, and the source of her mother's consternation," he replied, smiling. "Come on, let's go check on Lynn."

He led me to the kitchen where we found Lynn busy finishing up dinner. Her appearance was a bit of a shock as well. She was wearing a black bustier top and a short, black skirt. Her large breasts were barely contained by the bustier and they seemed ready to explode out of it. She was perched atop thigh high boots that had at least a 4" heel. Her makeup and hair were styled to perfection and gave her an almost dangerous look. It was not exactly the type of outfit you would expect to see someone cooking in and I suppose that was what took me by surprise the most. Lynn complimented me on my outfit and I politely returned the compliment. I could see her eyes light up as she looked at me and was thrilled that my efforts were having the desired effect. 

Lynn greeted me with a hug and a brief kiss and I was left tasting her lipstick on my mouth. Her breasts met mine in the hug and it almost seemed as if I was swallowed by them. She said that dinner was almost ready and instructed Ken to get me a drink before dinner. I accepted a glass of wine and he led me to the living room. It seemed as if we had just barely got situated before Lynn was calling us to dinner. I went to the kitchen to offer to help serve but was shooed away by Lynn. I re-joined Ken in the dining room and he seated me between himself and where a place setting awaited Lynn.

I wish I could describe the details of dinner but to be honest, it was all a blur. Ken and Lynn turned out to be talented conversationalists and kept me engaged in a discussion about myself and my life. My recent decision to move to the camp was greeted with enthusiasm by both my dinner companions and it was made clear that they would be glad to "See more of me," around the camp. I giggled at the double entendre of that remark. The result of all of this was that I was left feeling a lot more comfortable and relaxed with this couple. I'm sure this was helped along, to at least some extent, by several glasses of wine. I wasn't drunk by any means, but I was certainly a little buzzed and feeling much more relaxed. 

After we had finished dining, Lynn accepted my help in clearing the table. We brewed a pot of coffee while we were cleaning up. When we had finished, she led me to the dining room to join Ken, who had poured us each a snifter of cognac. We sipped our coffee and I experienced the fiery taste of cognac for the first time. It burned my throat, but not in an entirely un-enjoyable way. I had reached my limit for alcohol consumption and made a mental note to myself to limit any further drinking. Our dinner time conversation continued until it seemed to dwindle until we sat in silence. I was anxiously waiting with bated breath, sure that the next phase of our evening was about to commence. 

Lynn finally broke the silence, "Kim," she paused, "from our previous conversations, and from what I am sure Jim and Sharon have told you about us, you know that Ken and I are into the BDSM lifestyle as well as swinging. We are what you could call a dual lifestyle couple. We generally try to keep the two lifestyles separate but occasionally we meet someone that shares both our interests." 

She paused again to take a breath and seemed to be gathering her thoughts before continuing. Ken's eyes were on me as he sat silently, allowing Lynn to handle this. He seemed intent on gauging my reaction to her words.

"From what you have told us, and from what we have heard from other mutual acquaintances," Amy I thought, "we know that you have more then a passing curiosity about Dominance/submission. We want to make sure everything is laid out on the table and there are no misunderstandings. Are we correct in assuming this?" she asked.

"Yes, you are correct," I said, my eyes cast downwards as I suddenly felt somewhat shy. 

"OK, I'm glad we have that out of the way," she said. I looked up and could see the excitement in Lynn's eyes. "Otherwise, if you wanted to just spend some time with us; perhaps limit ourselves to some 'vanilla' sex that would be good too. We wouldn't mind that at all, as a matter of fact. Are you sure that's not what you want?" 

"No Ma'am," I heard myself saying, the words coming from my lips automatically, without any conscious thought. I felt myself sinking into what I later would recognize as "sub mode" quickly as I listened to her. I decided an explanation was in order. 

"I don't really see myself as ever being a full-time sub. However, I do feel that this is part of who I am. Its part of my sexuality and definitely a part that I want to explore." 

"Thank you for sharing that with us. Before we proceed, let us tell you a little about ourselves," she continued. "Ken and I are a little unusual in the BDSM world in that we are both dominants. We love each other dearly and have a wonderful sex life together, but found that neither of us is capable of satisfying the other's dominant needs and desires. That's where someone like you comes in. While we do not live the BDSM lifestyle 24/7, it's an important part of our lives and an itch that we both need scratched on a regular basis. The fact that I am very bi, and in fact prefer playing with female subs, helps out a lot."

I simply nodded my understanding of her words. Lynn allowed me some time to let them sink in and for me to contemplate their meaning before launching in again.

"Ken and I met through BDSM. As a matter of fact, he was my Dom for a while. I started off in the lifestyle as a sub. Over time, as is often the case, I sort of discovered my Domme side. By this time, he and I were head over heels in love and committed to each other. Needless to say, we had to learn to make accommodations for this change in our relationship. That's ultimately how we got into swinging. I won't say that we use swinging as a way to recruit new sub playmates, but let's just say it is a wonderful additional benefit when we do meet someone like your self."

Again I nodded my acknowledgement and felt myself becoming increasingly aroused as she continued her monologue. My eyes once again swept between Ken and Lynn's eyes and I saw that I was not the only one that was feeling it. I felt my pussy throb, my nipples harden just a bit more, and I had to choke back a gasp as I clinched the plug in my ass. I moved my legs just slightly and felt the squishy sensation of my moist labia rubbing against each other. 

Lyn launched back into it. "We realize that this is all new to you. We certainly don't expect you to behave like an experienced and well trained sub. What we had in mind was a sort of trial run. That is, an opportunity for you to sample a few aspects of the BDSM lifestyle. Our tastes and interests in BDSM are hardly considered extreme by the standards of some of our more intense lifestyle friends. However, we plan to at least explore and expand a few of your limits. We have limits as well. Just so that you know, we are not into anything non-consensual, poo, or blood. We believe in a BDSM philosophy called 'safe, sane, and consensual.' Does everything I have told you sound acceptable so far, or is there anything you would like to add to our list of limits?"

"No Ma'am," I replied. "I have done a little research on my own and everything you have said so far seems like it is well within my limits. At least what I can imagine them to be at this point in my limited scope of understanding."

"Well said," she replied. "Speaking of scope, I think at this point it would be a good idea for you to tell us a little about your experience as it applies to D/s and BDSM."

I responded by briefly describing my limited experimentation with the nipple clamps and clothes pins. I described in a bit more detail how I likes to have my nips and clit treated roughly when I was close to orgasm and how I learned that I liked to be spanked during sex. I also described what I thought might have been a mild state of "sub space" I had experienced with Amy. My admissions to them only served to increase the level of my arousal. Being prompted to discuss my own personal kinks just added to the fire I felt growing in me. It seemed as if I was getting off on being open and admitting what had been my secret explorations into my sub side. It only served to push me a little more into my submissive persona. Their response seemed to match my own as they both seemed to get more excited as I talked. I noticed an impressive bulge starting to appear in Ken's slacks and I saw Lynn shifting a few times as I spoke. I appeared to not be the only woman present that had gotten a little "squishy." 

"Wow," Lynn exclaimed. "It seems that you may have progressed a little further then we had hoped. Thank you for sharing that with us. OK, now onto more practical matters. I assume your research made you familiar with the concept of a safe word?" she asked.

I nodded in acknowledgement and said, "Yes Ma'am."

"Well, we have a slightly different version of the safe word. It's actually a sort of system. I'll let Ken describe it to you."

Finally Ken spoke for the first time. "We use something we call the 'stoplight system'. It allows for more communication between us and the sub during a scene and helps us monitor her status, especially during, shall we say more intense, periods of playing. It's pretty obvious you have been exploring some forms of pain play on your own and with others and seem to enjoy them. We may expand on that and if so would want to know if we are pushing you too far. Sometimes, by the time a sub uses her safe word, we may have already exceeded her limits. We find this technique to be quite useful, especially with a newbie sub like your self that is just learning her limits. Understand so far?" he asked.

Again I nodded my understanding and said, "Yes Sir."

"Before we go on, do you understand the difference between soft and hard limits?" he inquired.

"Yes, hard limits are a 'no way, no how' limit that a Dom should never exceed, such as the limits we discussed earlier. It may also include a limit of pain that a sub can no longer endure during pain play. Soft limits are a sort of "maybe" limit that can be explored when and if the conditions are right and everyone is in agreement," I responded. 

"A very good synopsis," Ken said. "I can tell that you have done your home work. I will add one thing though. We feel that it is the obligation and duty of a Dom to push the soft limits of a sub. Obviously we are not going to do that in your first scene with us. However, we certainly hope that is not going to be your last time to play with us. We do want to leave some territory open for future exploration. We both strongly believe in the philosophy of always leaving a sub wanting more."

To be honest, I had never thought of my night with them as being more then a one shot deal but I did feel a thrill run through me when he hinted at getting together again. Was it just the fact that they wanted me? The desire I saw in their eyes was clearly evident and that in itself was enough to turn me on even more. 




The Hunger Ch. 09



"OK, so this is how the 'stoplight system' works. Green means you are comfortable and can even accept more intensity, whatever the activity of the moment is. It generally means you are open to more of whatever is being done to you at the time. That doesn't mean that we will necessarily give it, but rather, you are OK with it if we chose to do so. Do you understand so far Kim?"

"Yes Sir." 

"Good. The next level is yellow. That means that you are still comfortable with what is going on, maybe not physically, but we are starting to approach your limits. We have found that yellow is often a good level for most subs in most scene scenarios. We have actually added one final color designation. That is orange, which means that you are at, or very close to your physical limits. This may be a level of intensity that we decide to maintain in a more enthusiastic scene in which we want to explore and expand your limits. Got it so far?"

"Yes Sir."

"The last stage is red. That should be pretty self explanatory," Ken said. "It's a hard limit safe word meaning your limits have been reached or exceeded. At that point we may decide to stop the scene altogether or maybe just move onto something less intense and demanding. Because we utilize this system, we never use a gag. Besides, Lynn loves to listen to a sub in a scene and our play room is very well sound insulated. If we ever get to the point that we see that you are not able to effectively communicate, we may utilize other signaling systems. Any questions?" "No Sir," I responded while trying to imagine what sort of torture could evoke a "red" from my lips.

"Alright then, are you ready to proceed?" Lynn asked. 

"Yes, Ma'am," I responded, feeling a thrill run through me as the words left my lips.

"Come stand here before us," she said. I did so and then she continued. "Do you give yourself freely to us and without reservation? Do you seek to serve us at our pleasure?"

I quickly realized this was a ritualistic inquiry. I lowered my eyes and responded, "Yes Ma'am."

"Very well then, you may start by removing your dress," she said.

'Wow! There is nothing like cutting to the chase, is there?' I thought. I pulled the tie on my dress and it unwrapped, almost on its own. I removed the dress, draped it on a nearby chair. I stood before them waiting expectantly for my next instructions, suddenly feeling very vulnerable in my half dressed state. 

"My, my, my, look what we have here Ken. Isn't she lovely?"

"Yes, she certainly is," he replied. I could feel both of their eyes boring through me and another thrill went through as they appraised me.

"Turn around so we can see all of you," Lynn instructed.

I did as I was told, spinning around as gracefully as I could manage on top of the heels. I felt like a piece of meat being inspected at the butchers and I am sure that was no coincidence. They wanted me to feel uncomfortable; it was all part of the ritual that I had become a part of. I could feel my nipples jutting out into the air conditioned air and I was sure the temperature was not the only cause of their turgid state. 

"What is this?" Lynn stated. "Is that a butt plug I see buried in your cute little ass, little one?" 

"Yes Ma'am," I answered, feeling myself falling ever deeper into my submissive role. 

"And why exactly did you choose to wear it tonight?" she responded as she reached out, took the base between her fingers and gave it a slight push deeper into my ass. 

I gasped and then said meekly, "In case you or Sir chose to use me there, I wanted to be prepared for you." I was feeling a sudden surge of humiliation.

"While we are pleased with you initiative and that you felt the need to prepare yourself, in the future you are not to make assumptions on how we may or may not choose to use you. Is that understood?" Ken said in a firm, masculine voice.

"Yes Sir."

Lynn chimed in, "I agree with Ken one hundred percent in that regard, but I have to admit it does look wonderful." Ken smiled and nodded his agreement

Lynn stood and from somewhere just out of my line of view produced a set of cuffs and a collar. She moved in front of me and said, "Do you accept these restraints as a symbol of our control over you for the evening?" She lifted my chin and my eyes met hers. I could see something there. Passion & desire certainly, but there was something else less tangible. It was like a kind of hunger that had overtaken her. Deep inside of my own lust inflamed mind I recognized and accepted what I saw in the windows to her soul. 

"Yes Ma'am," I said. As I said it, I saw the passion flare in those brown pools.

"This is a simple training collar, not a symbol of ownership. Do you understand?" she asked. 

"Yes Ma'am," I said, having familiarized myself with the rituals and customs of the BDSM lifestyle during my research. 

"Very well then... Ken, please assist me."

With practiced efficiency I was soon shackled, wrist and ankle, and felt the tightness of the leather around my throat. In a way it was re-assuring. It helped me feel like I belonged, and the symbolism and practical implications were not lost on me.

"Your corset is lovely, and for the time being I think you will continue to wear it. However, I feel that you are laced much too loosely. What do you think Ken?" Lynn said. I had certainly never considered the tight clasp of the corset as being "loose" by any stretch of the imagination. 

"You are the expert in these matters my dear," he replied. I thought I almost heard him suppressing a giggle. 

Lynn walked behind me and I felt her fingers on the lacings of the corset. She moved me so that I was leaning forward over the sofa and then I felt a series of not so gentle tugs on the lacings. It felt as if I a giant hand had gripped me and was squeezing me ever tighter. When she was finally satisfied, she stood me back up. I was incapable of taking a deep breath but I quickly learned to take more frequent, shallower breaths. At the same time I felt a fresh surge of excitement as I was seemingly further bound by my own lingerie. I recalled Amy's earlier comment that a corset was like "mobile bondage." I was quickly coming to a greater understanding of the true implications of her statement. As I turned, I saw myself in a mirror and was amazed. My waist had been reduced an additional couple of inches and I was definitely starting to display what I had heard described as a "wasp waist." 

"Yes, that is much better, don't you think little one?" she asked. 

"Yes Ma'am, if it pleases you," I replied. She smiled at my response. 

"Lynn, don't you think it's time that we adjourn to the play room? I think Miss Kim here might enjoy a tour," Ken suddenly said. His words jolted me from the reverie I had fallen into as I considered my current tight laced and shackled condition. 

"Yes, I think you may darlin'," she replied. 

Lynn took my hand and led me down a hallway and to a door. I had to struggle in my heels to keep up with her. She opened the door with a key and then led me down into a basement. "Their dungeon," I thought. She took my hand and led me down a steep set of stairs that I barely managed to navigate in my heels.

I don't know what I expected their "play room" to be, but it was hardly the classic image of a BDSM dungeon. It was definitely not the medieval dungeon I had feared. What I found was a modern looking finished basement complete with an entertainment center. There were a few mattresses scattered on one side of the room. I also noted a few pieces of strange furniture whose function I was totally clueless about. I noticed one wall was covered with storage cabinets. On closer inspection I did notice a seemingly random series of eyebolts anchored into the ceiling beams and a few on the walls. Their function seemed obvious even to me. In one corner I recognized an elaborate sex swing, which I had only seen advertised on sex toy websites. 

"Allow me to give you a brief tour. This is a sort of dual purpose playroom," Lynn explained. "It serves as a play space for when we are entertaining our "vanilla" swinging friends, as well as for when we have our BDSM friends over. Most of the bondage furniture breaks down for storage when we have our swinging friends over. Some things in here, the sex swing for example, serve a dual role."

She walked over to the storage cabinets, my hand still clasped in her own. "We keep our kinkier items stored here." She began opening the cabinet doors and I saw a wide collection of implements hanging in the interior of the cabinets. Some of the items, such as vibrators and dildos were obviously for pleasure, while others, such as paddles, crops, clamps, and floggers served other, even kinkier, purposes. There was also a wide assortment of straps, ropes, clips, and chains that could be used for various forms of bondage. I was amazed and my head was spinning at all the kinky possibilities their collection represented. It was if all my wildest fantasies had just been handed to me on a silver platter. While I felt the excitement pulsing through me, I also felt a certain degree of dread and I again had to ask myself if I had gotten myself in over my head with this couple. 

I summoned all my courage, looked at Lynn, and said, "You have a very nice collection Ma'am."

"We think so. We enjoy it and haven accumulated an item here and there over the years," she said, her smile took on an almost wicked look. "Are you ready to begin?"

"Yes Ma'am, if you like," I replied as a sudden thrill jolted me. My mind was whirling with what they would do to me first. 

"You may undress me," she said. This was hardly what I expected but I quickly followed her instructions. In a few moments I had her out of her basque and skirt and she was standing before me, still cloaked in power, wearing only a garter belt, hose and her thigh high boots. Her large breasts mesmerized me and I had to fight back the urge to grope and suckle them. Likewise, I fought off the urge to bury myself in her dark haired pussy. I could smell her arousal and it was like an aphrodisiac to me. 

I was then instructed to undress Ken. This was a bit of a struggle because of his height but I somehow managed. Lynn told me to kneel and to not use my hands to remove his pants and I struggled to undo his belt, undo the button, and then pull his zipper down with my teeth. His semi-hard cock brushed my lips as I worked on the zipper and I hungered to feel it in my mouth. He was wearing what I had heard called a "posing pouch" under his slacks and his cock did a more than adequate job of filling it. I yearned to see his cock and know what I was certain I'd be sampling later. Restraining my desires and fulfilling my role as dutiful sub was getting to be harder and harder.

"Well then," Ken said, "are you ready to begin?" My heart was hammering in my chest. I was swept by a wave of anticipation and excitement. I simply nodded my consent.

"Speak up little one," Lynn said. "Tell us if you are ready to begin." Her voice took a sharply sterner tone as I was rebuked for a perceived slip in BDSM etiquette. 

"Yes Ma'am, yes Sir, I am ready be begin, if it pleases you," I managed to choke out, my throat suddenly dry. 

"That's better; we will try to be tolerant. We know this is new to you, but repeated transgressions will have to be dealt with. We would be remiss in our obligation to train you if you were not properly punished for your misconduct little one," Lynn said, her voice taking on a strange, edgy sort of tone. After thinking about it a moment, I realized that she was aroused by the thought of punishing me. This left me suddenly afraid, as well as aroused. I had read how fear could be a powerful aphrodisiac and I was quickly learning the practical implications of that concept on a very personal level. Her words hung in the air, tantalizing my mind with images from my fantasies, while still leaving me aware that other unforeseen, and even more exciting, possibilities may be occurring in my immediate future. 

Ken took charge and said, "Come this way little one. First we are going to give you a little demonstration of how pleasure itself may be used as a form of torture." He took my arm and led me across the room. This otherwise innocent physical contact seemed to produce a dramatic change in me. It was almost as if my taking my arm he took possession of me in my mind. I gave myself to him fully in that moment and welcomed his control. At the same time, my mind was whirling, trying to grasp the concept of what he meant by 'pleasure used as torture.'

Our short journey across the play room found us next to a strange contraption. Lynn was kneeling next to it, applying a coating of lube on an even stranger looking dildo. I looked at the device, appearing almost like and English riding saddle, except for the dildo mounted on its seat. My mind snapped and I suddenly realized it was a Sybian. I vaguely recalled seeing some porn pictures of it being used during my surfing and research on the web. Ken pushed my shoulders down and I was soon squatting over the dildo. The head of the dildo had a bulbous head, similar in shape and size to a tennis ball. My heart jumped into my throat. They couldn't seriously expect me to take that into my tight little pussy, could they? 

Lynn's soft hands took my hips and pulled me down. I felt the latex head of the dildo come into contact with my vulva. Her hands moved to spread me, opening me to the penetration by its wide girth, her fingers gripping my wet labia tightly. My descent continued and I slowly slid down on its monstrous width. I felt myself spreading, being stretched, and I consciously willed myself to relax and not to disappoint my new Doms so early in the evening. Relaxing my pussy was greatly complicated by the fact that my thigh muscles were contracting as I was forced to squat ever lower. I grunted and gasped as I was filled, my breathing rapid and shallow in the tight corset. 

Slowly, ever so slowly, the dildo filled my cunt. Finally, I was on my knees, the dildo stretching me like I had never been stretched before. My mind raced back to the fisting I had performed the week before. 'Was this what it was like?' I wondered. My pussy was ablaze with a mixture of sensations. Fullness certainly, as well as a mixture of pleasure and dull pain flowed from my pussy and clouded my brain. The plug was still embedded deep in my ass and as if the dildo wasn't enough, the combination of it, in combination with the plug, resulted in a sensation of fullness that I had never imagined possible, even with Jim's thick cock fucking me. In addition, I could feel my swollen clit rasping against the rough surface of an elevated, rubber pad just in front of the dildo. 

I was lost in my reverie of these new found sensations and I didn't notice Ken and Lynn's actions as they continued their preparations for whatever they had planned for me. I was shaken from my stupor when I felt my arms being raised. Ken linked my wrist cuffs together and attached a rope to them. The rope was threaded through an eyebolt in the overhead beam and he tightened it and tied it off on a boat cleat on a nearby pillar. I was essentially stretched and left leaning forward slightly. The angle of my body forced my clit down, against the corrugated pad. Meanwhile Lynn was busy too. She linked the ankle cuffs together, trapping my thighs together along the flanks of the Sybian. I was further restrained when she buckled straps attached to the sides of the Sybian around my thighs. My posture was further defined by the tight laced corset that forced my body to maintain a straight backed position. I was well and truly a part of the machine now.

"Comfy darling?" Lynn asked an almost wicked grin on her face. 

I gasped, "Yes Ma'am."

"Well then, we'll let the real fun begin," she added.

I saw her pick up a small box that I hadn't noticed before. An electrical cord ran from it to the base of the Sybian. I saw her flick two switches and lights came on in response. I felt nothing different and this left me anxious and confused. The anticipation was almost palpable in the room. She took a knob between long, elegant fingers, her red nail polish and long nails in stark contrast to the cold metal and plastic of the device. Her fingers rotated and I felt the Sybian stir to life between my legs. The bulbous dildo, buried deep inside me, began to rotate slowly. Lynn slowly increased the speed of the rotation. I suddenly felt the dildo pressing against my G-spot as it rotated and it swelled in response. 

I was starting to sink into the pleasure that had begun to enshroud me when I was jolted by a new sensation. The Sybian began to vibrate, first softly, and then with increasing urgency. My eyes met Lynn's and I think she saw the frantic look in them. Goddess, I was starting to lose it. The rotation of the dildo was quickly accentuated by its vibration. If that wasn't enough, the rubber pad upon which my clit was pressed was also vibrating. On top of all that, there was a ridge of hard rubber behind me that was pressing against the base of the anal plug. Its presence had only added a slight pressure on the plug that was hardly noticeable before. Now it was sending intense vibrations through the plug that only added to the maelstrom of sensations that were flooding my body and brain. I had pressed a vibe against my silicone plug in the past, but I quickly found that the metal plug conducted vibrations much more efficiently. I was overcome with sensations and I found myself having a hard time concentrating on just a single part of the totality of the experience. 

I quickly descended into just simply absorbing everything that my body was experiencing. I realized I would cum soon. The intensity was just too much for me to accept without doing otherwise. My tormenters, however, would not allow me to get off that easily.

I was jolted back to reality by the feel of Ken's hand on my breast. He was squeezing it, palpating it, and then his strong fingers moved to my nipple. He squeezed its turgid length between his strong fingers and I couldn't help but cry out as liquid fire shot from my left nipple towards my crotch. The warm pressure of his fingers was quickly replaced by something colder and metallic. I glanced down and saw that he had placed what I recognized as a clover leaf nipple clamp on my nipple. Its tip bit deep into the flesh of my nipple and I cried out again and my mind slipped just a little more into the embrace of sub space. Ken efficiently repeated the process on my right breast and I again cried out as the clamp closed on my other nipple. His timing was perfect. My arousal had reached that magical point where pain and pleasure simply merged and turned into pure sensation. I could no longer differentiate the two. 

Ken tugged on the chain connecting the clamps and I cried out once again. My groans echoed in the room. Clover leaf clamps, for those of you not familiar with them, are ingenious in that the harder you pull on them, the tighter they squeeze. His tug on the chain made that fact crystal clear to me. It also prevented my nipples from settling into the throbbing numbness that can sometimes happen after they have been clamped for a while. My own experiments with them had demonstrated that. Indeed, my chest was on fire once again. Lynn joined Ken and added her own not so subtle touch to the abuse my nipples were enduring. She attached a heavy lead fishing weight to the center of the chain. Not only did the weight create increased pressure on the clamps, it also meant that if I moved, the weight would sway, increasing the pressure. Even in my bound state, the pleasure of the Sybian had forced me to sway atop it. Now that movement had other erotic consequences as well. 

The added attention of the clamps pushed me to the edge and I recognized through the cloud of pleasure and pain and pure, sweet sensation the signs of my impending orgasm. My thighs were trembling and my entire body was contracting in a muscular seizure. I gave myself up to the approaching release, welcoming its arrival with passionate abandon.




The Hunger Ch. 09



If the pleasure flowing from my pussy, ass, clit, and nipples wasn't enough, I discovered the erotic potential of the corset. It had become more then just lingerie, more then just a garment, and even more then the "mobile bondage" that Amy had described. It had become an organic part of me. The tight lacing forced me to take smaller, shallower breaths as I raced towards orgasm. The result was that it left me slightly out of breath, slightly light headed. For some strange reason this added to my level of arousal. I had heard of asphyxiation sex, or breath play, of course, but had always blown it off as being just too weird. 'Perhaps this is what its like,' I thought. My mind flashed to a Wesley Snipes movie that had that sort of kinky sex as part of the plot. Perhaps, there was some erotic potential there, but without the potential harm and risk that sort of thing could cause and definitely without the violence. 

Suddenly I was again jolted. Not by pleasure this time, but rather by its absence. Lynn had turned down the Sybian to a level that was just a hint of the intensity I had been enjoying. I tried to move, to fuck myself on the dildo, to jam my clit down on the pad. However, my bondage prevented me to do so with any significant effect. All I managed to do was make the weight on the clamp swing more wildly and the pain in my nipples, without the accompanying pleasure from the Sybian, simply caused me to groan in anguish. 

"Noooooooo!" I screamed in desperation.

"Not yet, little one... You'll cum when we say you can cum, and not a second sooner," Lynn cooed at me. "Remember, you gave yourself to us to use you for our pleasure, not yours. I think you now have some idea of how intense this sort of experience can be, don't you?"

"Yes Ma'am," I somehow managed to gasp.

I then endured one of the most exquisite, and at the same time frustrating, experiences of my life. Lynn worked the control of the Sybian like a concert virtuoso. She repeatedly brought me to the edge of orgasm. Again and again I was hopeful for the long sought, and much needed release. It was primal and it was brutal. I repeatedly cried out in frustration as the orgasm that was just within my grasp was torn away from me. I think it became like a game for Lynn. She sat there operates the control, like it was some sort of Xbox, exploring my responses and how close she could bring me before shutting it down to a level that was enough to maintain my arousal, but at the same time almost annoying in its lack of intensity. As this went on, for I don't know how many cycles, she began to judge my nearness to orgasm with increased acuity. She pushed me ever closer to the edge on each succeeding cycle. It was torture, yet at the same time it was beautifully sublime. The Sybian became a part of me. I was lost in the sensation it produced in me. I suppose I started to become numb to its vibrations at some point but I learned that Lynn, and the Sybian, had a lot of power held in reserve that she used to overcome this numbness and push me to even higher levels. I have no idea how long this went on, time did not exist for me, only the sensations that my body was experiencing. 

Ken for his part, mainly sat watching, amused, as his wife played me. He would occasionally readjust the clamps, or give them a playful tug, especially during the periods when the Sybian was turned down to a minimum. I always managed to moan, or grunt, in response. This seemed to amuse him even more.

Just when I thought I was going to explode, regardless of how the Sybian was being operated, Lynn switched strategies on me. She had come to understand my varying states of arousal to the point that she could do something different. Instead of the on again, off again, style she had used with such staggering effect on me, she slowly increased the level until she had me hanging on the edge. I was near orgasm, maintained by the insistent throbbing and revolving of the Sybian, yet it was just out of my reach. I was at a plateau or arousal that left me ever so close to release, yet at the same time, it was held just out of my reach, taunting me with its nearness. My arousal was like a coiled spring, buried in my pelvis; just waiting for the trigger to be pulled that would unleash it. I tried moving my upper body, causing the weight to swing to give enough sensation to my nipples to drive me over the edge. Ken, the ever perceptive accomplice, recognized what I was doing and caught the weight in his hand, frustrating my strategy.

"Please, please, please," I chanted. "I need it... need it," my voice pleading for release. 

"What is it that you need little one?" Lynn teased me.

"I need... I need... I need to cum... pleeeeeease," I stuttered, the need clearly evident in my voice. 

"Maybe, maybe soon, we'll see if you deserve it later," she said, leaving me with both a sense of hope and increased desperation. 

My stretched arms were aching, but this too was lost in the swirling cacophony of sensations. My legs also ached from repeatedly clinching with pre-orgasmic contractions. I tried to clinch my calves to the point that resulted in cramps. This is a technique I had employed in the past during masturbation sessions to bring on an intense orgasm. Lynn simply adjusted the controls to compensate for it. None of these things were done consciously, I was beyond that. My mind had retreated into its reptilian center and refused to function on a conscious level. My cortex had melted into a lustful mush. I was beyond any rational thought. I simply reacted... and felt. 

Finally, out of some unknown sense of sympathy, or perhaps just boredom, Lynn shut the Sybian off. I just slumped onto it. The ache in my arms and the resultant swinging of the weighted clamps sent shock waves through me. I was wasted, exhausted, and totally awash in the echoes of sensation flowing through me. My mind was still shut down and I only vaguely registered that the insistent machine had been shut off. I felt, as if from a far distance, the shackles and clips that had held me mostly motionless being removed. Finally, the clamps were removed from my nipples and I was jolted back to reality as the blood poured back into them and I groaned in pain. Numbness was instantly replaced with an aching throb. 

I felt myself being lifted, being moved. It was if my body was nothing more then a sack of potatoes. I was incapable of assisting. My entire body felt as if it was boneless and molded from rubber. I groaned as I felt the bulbous head of the dildo distending my pussy, stretching the entrance to my sex once again. The pain of it stretching me combined with the residual pain that my nipples were still experiencing and I moaned. The pain was something I almost welcomed. It was tangible and real. Everything that proceeded it was almost other worldly and beyond my scope of comprehension. 

I felt myself being draped across something. I recognized the feel of leather against the skin of my belly. Again, I was being bound. My ankles and wrists attached to whatever it was I was draped across. It was almost like a padded bar. It came across my hips and I was bent over it so that my ass was up thrust. My ankles were attached to the base of it and my arms were outstretched in front of me. The result was that my ass and pussy were upraised and very exposed. My breasts hung beneath me and were also exposed if they so chose to use them. The conscious part of my mind was roused from lethargy long enough for me to acknowledge that I was being placed on a spanking bench. 'Spanking bench?' I asked myself. No, not quite a spanking bench, but something similar. I recognized that the next part of the evening's entertainment was about to begin. Not my entertainment, I recognized, but rather Ken and Lynn's. I couldn't help but wonder if the pain play that I knew was coming next could be any worse than the unconsummated pleasure I had already endured. 

Ken appeared in my field of vision and my eyes elevated to meet his. "We want to give you a taste of something else. We're going to start slow and build it up so that both you, and us, can find your limits. Remember your color code. Do you understand and are you ready?"

"Yes sir," I replied, my mind flooded with a mixture of dread, excitement, and residual lust. I felt a slight ache of unfulfilled desire which craved pacifying. Would pain be the key to that pacification? I didn't know for sure, but I was willing to explore my sexuality, and my submission, to find the answer.

I felt the softness that I recognized as Lynn's hand on my ass. She was caressing it and I couldn't help but moan at the contact. It was the first real physical contact I had had with either of them. Her touch was re-assuring and it allowed me to settle into a sort of inner peace and serenity that helped me prepare myself for what was to come.

Her hand stopped its caress and I felt it removed. I gasped as it slapped against the cheek of my ass. It was not a hard spank, but it was enough to leave a warm flush to my skin. She continued, and a series of blows rained down on my exposed ass. I tried to stay relaxed and accept them. The heat continued to build and it felt almost as if my ass was sun burned. The plug was still in my ass and as my focus was directed there, I was more than aware of its presence. In addition, Lynn's fingers would occasionally press against it as she moved the target of her blows, pressing it deeper into my asshole. As the strength of her blows increased, I found myself moaning and gasping. My moans served as accompaniment to the sound of Lynn's hand impacting my ass. It was not entirely unpleasant, and I felt my pussy starting to leak down my thigh.

Ken appeared again and asked, "How are you doing?" 

"Good sir, green," I replied to his inquiry.

"Good, then you can handle more," he stated. I saw his nod towards Lynn.

There was a brief break in the blows to my ass and then I heard a swishing sound. My ass exploded in pain. The sound of a wooden paddle landing on my ass echoed like a rifle shot in the confined space of the room. I cried out and the echoes of my cry mingled with the sounds of the next stroke. 

I heard Lynn's voice as I fought back my tears, "How are you doing Kim?"

"Good ma'am, green ma'am," I managed to choke out bravely.

"I want you to count the strokes, and ask for the next one. Do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am." 

"FOUR," I screamed as my ass exploded again. "Please may I have another?" The warm glow that her hand had produced turned into a burning fire as the paddle left a large imprint on my cheeks. Occasionally the paddle would land in the middle of my ass and impact the base of the plug, pushing it deeper into my ass. She was alternating her blows from one cheek to the other, sometimes landing in the middle, and then moved lower to the backs of my thighs. I welcomed the needed relief on my ass, but soon forced to reassess my situation as I felt the fire radiate through the tender flesh of my thighs. 

"TEN!!! May I have another Ma'am?" I was starting to feel that floating feeling. My mind was fuzzy and the intense pain began to morph into something different, something more akin to pleasure. The change was gradual but I recognized that my body was pumping out endorphins and I was starting to develop a pain high. 

"Twenty!" I cried my voice less clear, thick and heavy. "May... I have a... nother," I mumbled. 

"What color are you at Kim?" she asked.

"Yellow ma'am," I replied. 

"I think you may be starting to enjoy that a bit too much little one. Maybe its time we moved on to something different," she said, recognizing the pain induced sub space that I had settled into. "Besides, I don't want to be greedy and have all the fun. I'm sure Ken would like to get in on the action too," she added.

The brief conversation allowed me a moment to recover. My mind cleared a bit and the burning pain in my back side changed into a throbbing ache. The next thing I knew I heard a new sound. The swishing sound of the paddle was replaced with a sharper whistling noise. I was lit up again as I felt the strands of the leather flogger land on my lower back, just below the corset.

"ONE! May I have another?" I cried as I started the count anew. The pain was spread out, more diffuse, then the paddle but the overall effect was just as intense or maybe even more so. Ken adopted a new strategy of moving the strokes, not concentrating on one specific area as she had done before. This kept me guessing where the next blow would land and less able to prepare myself for it. I was soon floating back into the depths of sub space, welcoming it, allowing it to embrace me. At the same time I was being prevented from falling too far into sub space by the requirement to maintain the count and asking for another blow. 

I find it hard saying that I was growing comfortable with the action, but I was certainly getting more aroused by it. The trickle of pussy juice along my thigh had turned into a torrent. My nipples were so hard they felt like they were about to explode. My throbbing clit was a hard node between my legs; its presence was making itself clearly plain to me. My ass seemed to spasm around the anal plug with every stroke of the flogger.

Ken changed techniques once again and swung the flogger in a rapid figure eight. The strands danced across my sensitized skin. My physical awareness had changed; it was as if it had been attenuated. Even the slightest touch was an explosion of sensation. Again I floated deeper into sub space. I struggled to maintain the stroke count; every word was a gasp that I had to force through my lips. 

At that point I lost the struggle as a result of two things. First, Ken moved the target of the flogger to my pussy. I felt the strands land on my swollen labia and hard clit with a wet splat. The second was that Lynn had decided to "help out." She was swinging a crop with underhanded strokes, landing accurately aimed strokes to my breasts and nipples. The first few strokes by both of them were excruciating but that rapidly changed. Pain and pleasure ceased to exist. My body floated. I was seemingly sucked deeper into sub space. I was incapable of intelligible speech. I was vaguely aware of the sound of my grunts as I absorbed the impact of their strokes. I also somehow recognized my body's unconscious attempt to move. Not to escape the blows, but rather to meet them. I languished in the blissful agony that was delivered unto my body and soul. The pain had metamorphisized. It had metamorphisized me as well. It had ignited something in me, a hunger, and a need. Of course I was incapable of analyzing it at that time. I was incapable of doing little more than absorbing the sensations that bombarded me. 

"How are you doing little one?" Lynn asked.

I heard her words as if I was underwater. I had to struggle to understand their meaning. I had to struggle even harder to answer her. I was in the depths of sub space and I had to push my mind to the surface in order to be able to move my mouth and answer her. The simple act of speaking had become an act that required the greatest level of concentration that I had ever been required to exert. 

"Yel... greeeeeeen," I grunted, changing my mind in mid-word, not even sure what I was feeling. 

Ken and Lynn traded places. The flogger splayed across my breasts and I felt the leather pad of the flogger land with a precision that resulted in a wet splat on my pussy. She targeted the plug occasionally as well, and again, I felt it nudged deeper into my ass. They didn't stop, maintaining the regular, measured pace of their blows. 

I then encountered something new, different, and sort of other worldly. I have a hard time describing it. It was almost like an orgasm, but not as physical. The best way I can describe it is it being a "mental orgasm." I'm sure it was a result of the heavy dose of endorphins that were flooding my blood stream and saturating my brain. The other thing that was different about it was that it didn't peak like a regular orgasm. It just went on and on and I was left quivering in it's throes for what seemed like forever. Time did not exist. It was exquisite and frightening in its intensity at the same time. 

Finally, Lynn and Ken must have decided that I had had enough. I was still floating in my "mental orgasm" and slowly slipped from its grasp. I vaguely recognized that they were releasing my bonds from the spanking bench and gently moving me again. Unknown minutes later, I stirred and returned to reality. I found myself lying on a mattress at the edge of the play room, safely bracketed by my two new lovers and Doms. As my mind returned to some resemblance of clarity and consciousness, I took stock of my situation. My entire body ached, but it was a good ache, and it felt as if my entire body was glowing with some sort of mysterious energy. I could feel the cool wetness on my thighs, ass, and pussy. I was soaking. My corset, stockings, and plug had been removed but I had been unaware of it being done. 

I rolled my head to the side and my eyes met Lynn's. She smiled at me and said, "Well hello. Welcome back to the land of the living. How are you feeling?"

"Mmmmm, good Ma'am," I managed to croak, suddenly realizing how dry my throat was.

"Ken, get her some water. She must be really de-hydrated," she instructed her husband.

Ken fetched a bottle of water from a small refrigerator tucked away, out of sight, and brought it to me. Lynn gently helped me raise my head and I suddenly realized how thirsty I was. I quickly finished off the bottle as she held my head and soothingly ran her fingers through my hair, brushing it back off my face and out of my eyes. I suddenly thought back to something I had read during my research and recognized that this was all part of the post scene care of a sub. They were allowing me a "cooling off" period. I couldn't help but wonder if we were done. Was the scene over? Although my body was glowing contentedly, my mind, as well as my pussy, was still hungry for more. I suddenly, and surprisingly, felt the need to be fucked.

As I became more aware of my surroundings, I felt Lynn's lush body pressed against me on one side and Ken's firmer, decidedly masculine body on the other. She was only wearing a garter belt and hose. Ken still wore the posing pouch he had on earlier. I could feel his semi hard cock pressing into my thigh. Lynn's soft breast was pressed into my arm, spilling over it to my chest and she draped a leg over me and I felt the moist heat of her shaved pussy against my other thigh. I took note of the emptiness in my ass. These sensations only served to re-ignite my arousal. The arousal refueled my hunger and left me with a burning need to please these people, and at the same time have them use me for my own pleasure. 

I looked at Lynn, our eyes met again and she must have sensed my hunger. I could certainly see the lust in her eyes. Her wet pussy and the hard nipples pressed into my flesh were also clear signs of her arousal. She drew herself nearer to me and our lips met in a long, sensual and smoldering kiss that only served to bring me to an even higher level of passion. 

"MMmmm," Lynn moaned, "It seems like our little one has recovered and is ready to play again. She seems to have more endurance than I would have given her credit for."

"It would seem so," Ken confirmed, his masculine voice whispered in my ear. "What do you think we should do with her now?"

"Good question. Kim, what do you think we should do with you? We don't normally ask a sub, but with this being your first time and all, we may be open to suggestions," she said, giggling softly.

"Use me, fuck me, do with me whatever pleases you," I replied, the need and desire almost dripping from my words. 

"Ooohhh, now that is an interesting idea. Interesting indeed, and very appealing as well. What do you think Ken? Would you like to use this little slut to get off?" she asked him, her own desire evident. 




The Hunger Ch. 09



"That sounds like a wonderful idea," he replied, his voice heavy with the unsatisfied need for his own pleasure that I was sure he was feeling. I felt his hand on my body, softly caressing my belly. It moved upwards and cupped my breasts, alternating from side to side. I felt my hard nipples pressed into the palm of his hand. They were sore from the clamps but at the same time I felt pleasure from his soothing caresses. Lynn's hand joined, and I felt each breast being caressed. The contrast of his rougher and her smoother hand added to the sensations beginning to saturate my brain.

"Get my man ready to fuck you, slut. Use your mouth and if he thinks you are worthy he may allow you the pleasure of feeling it fill you," Lynn said.

"Yes Ma'am," I dutifully relied. 

Ken rolled over and presented his cock to me, sliding the posing pouch off his legs. I took the base in my hand and took its head between my lips and began to pay oral homage to his cock. I couldn't help but think how satisfying it was to feel a man's cock grow in my mouth and respond to me in this most primal of ways. The directness of this cause and effect relationship turned me on in a way that surprised me. My own racing heart seemed to match his pulse that I felt on my tongue. 

He was soon buried deep in my mouth, his hand on the back of my head insistently encouraging me to take him even deeper. I felt him against the back of my mouth and I willed myself to relax and allow him in. I felt a wave of gratitude to Sharon for her lessons on how to please a man with my mouth. Ken's cock, while long, did not have anything like Jim's girth and I was able to accept him into the recesses of my throat with comparative ease. Ken's hand firmly guided my mouth and I was soon prompted to fuck his hard cock with my mouth. My lips gripped his shaft while I struggled to keep my teeth from rasping along its length. His cock head repeatedly penetrated the opening to my throat as I struggled to accept him. His moans grew in volume and intensity as my tempo accelerated. I could taste the slightly bitter, salty taste of his pre-cum on my tongue and palate. 

I was really getting into the experience of sucking Ken when my head was suddenly jerked from his cock. "That's enough for now," Lynn said. "We wouldn't want him to waste his seed in your belly, now would we?"

"No Ma'am," I replied, instantly disappointed by the lost opportunity of having his cock exploding in my mouth. 

I realized that Lynn had been absent during my session of oral servitude. When she joined us on the mattress, I saw why. She had donned a strap-on dildo. The dildo, while not exactly huge, was certainly massive. It was large enough that I knew it would certainly stretch me, wherever she decided to use it. 

She rolled me over on top of her and my question as to its intended destination was quickly answered. She directed me to straddle her hips and I soon felt the head of the dildo against the opening to my overheated and very needy pussy. My excitement peaked as I realized I was finally going to be fucked. My need for relief was tangible and ever present. The smoldering fire in my belly was rekindled as if someone had thrown gasoline on it. My body was almost screaming at me with its need for an orgasm.

Lynn pulled me down onto the dildo and it speared its way into my depths. The intrusion was sudden and rough. My pussy was both in agony and at the same time relieved to be stretched. I was flooded with a strange mixture of sensations. Lynn pushed up into me and I felt the head of the dildo bang against my cervix, resulting in a sharp pain that lanced through me. Before the last echoes of that pain had died out, she was encouraging me to fuck myself on the dildo. Her hands were on my ass, slowly guiding my movements as the dildo slid in and out my cunt. She pushed up into me and my pussy met her pelvis in a series of wet, loud slaps.

I was really starting to get into the feeling of having my pussy filled with Lynn's dildo when my pleasure filled reverie was interrupted by another sensation. Ken's lube coated finger was rubbing my asshole. I suddenly realized that he was preparing my ass for a DP. Excitement flashed through my body as I realized that I was about to experience something that I had only dreamed about in my most erotic fantasies. Lynn's hands moved to my ass cheeks and spread them, exposing my ass to her husband. A thick, slick finger wiggled its way into my rosebud. A second finger soon joined the first and I moaned as I felt my bottom hole being stretched. The plug had been out of my ass long enough that my elastic ass had closed and I had to focus on relaxing once again. Ken's fingers began to thrust in and out of my rectum. I stopped my movements on the dildo while Ken prepped my ass and I concentrated on relaxing. The feeling of the dildo still stretching my pussy faded into the background as my focus was temporarily diverted to my ass. 

Ken pushed me down onto Lynn's body. My nipples pressed into Lynn's soft orbs and my sweaty belly flattened against her rounded stomach. Her hands still had my ass spread. I felt his fingers retreat but they were soon replaced by the bulbous head of his cock. I willed myself to relax and push out and soon felt the pressure of his cock as it pushed in slowly. I gasped as his cock head popped inside my anal sphincter. My ass burned with a mixture of pain and pleasure. He stopped for a moment to allow me to adjust to his girth. I heard myself grunt as Ken continued his slow journey into the depths of my asshole, stretching and filling me with his substantial cock. After what seemed like forever, I felt my ass flattened by his hips and I knew that he had his full length buried in me. I was suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling of fullness when I was finally able to absorb all the sensations that were bombarding my brain. 

Ken and Lynn allowed me a few brief moments to adjust to being stuffed with cock, both flesh and artificial. I took stock of my situation and the feelings flooding my body. Lynn's hands had moved to my back and were stroking and caressing me. Ken's hands had a firm grip on my ass. Lynn's dildo was buried keep in my pussy and I felt an insistent pressure against my swollen G spot and the base of the dildo was pressing against my engorged clit. Ken's cock was in my ass and I clenched my sphincter and heard him groan in response. I could feel his bushy pubic hair brushing against the soft flesh of my ass cheeks. My turgid nipples were pressed into Lynn's soft breasts and kept aroused as my slight movements dragged them against her sweaty flesh. Her breath was warm against my neck. Surpassing all these sensations was the extreme feeling of fullness. I had had my ass stretched previously, as well as my pussy, but not both at the same time, at least not to this extreme. That in itself was overwhelming my senses. 

My reverie was broken by Lynn's words. "Are you ready to be fucked little one," she asked.

"Mmmmm, yes Ma'am," I managed to gasp. 

"Good, I know my hubby has been looking forward to fucking that sweet little ass of yours. He's going to pound it real good."

Her words, if possible, only served to enflame my lust even more. Desire consumed me. My frustration at not being allowed to cum had left me aching with the need for release. I was so horny that my body yearned for the whole body, all consuming orgasm that was the only thing that could fulfill that need. 

Lynn thrust her hips up and the dildo nudged against my cervix once again. The base of the dildo likewise ground firmly into my clit. The sensation left me moaning. Ken began to thrust with slow, short strokes into my ass. I pushed back into him which caused the dildo to slide out of my pussy slightly. The two of them set up a rhythm with a practiced ease and I struggled to join them in their rhythm. They used my body, my holes, as they wished. I was a simple receptacle for their lust and I reveled in it. My mind shut down and I simply lost myself in the total body sensations that enveloped me. The fact that it was a dildo in my pussy, and not a cock, became a non-issue. It was all just cock, real or not. It was a true total body experience and I was quickly in a state of sensory overload. It seemed as if every nerve ending in my body was firing feelings of pleasure to the overloaded sensory centers of my brain. 

Ken picked up the speed and length of his strokes. He was soon plunging deep, hard, and fast into the spasming cavity of my ass. Lynn matched his pace as best as she could beneath me. Lynn was not thrusting as energetically as Ken, but it was enough to fill my pussy with pleasurable sensations, especially the way it ground against my G-spot and clit. Lynn was certainly skilled in how she wielded her cock. She was fucking me the way only another woman would appreciate. All of my buttons were being pushed. If these sensations alone were not enough, I could feel the insistent rubbing of the cock in my pussy and ass against each other as they thrust, separated only by the thinnest of tissue. It was almost as if the two cocks had merged into one gigantic beast that filled and stretched me to a point beyond my comprehension. 

I recognized my orgasm approaching fast. However, it seemed as if the closer it got, the further the goal moved away. It was if I was running a race towards a finish line that was just a step away, yet in constant motion away from me, just out of my reach. While this relentless pursuit for release was the consummate form of frustration, I was also reaching new and constantly higher levels of arousal. My body was quivering with erotic energy as if it was storing it for some sort of ultimate explosion.  

Ken began to spank my already sore and tender ass in time with his thrusts. The impact of his hands sent electric shocks through my already overheated body that merged with the myriad of other sensations that were already engulfing me. When Lynn slid her hands between our sweaty and heaving breasts and gripped and pinched my sore but sensitive nipples, the exquisite pain only sent me to a yet higher plateau of ecstatic pleasure. 

Her words, whispered softly in my ear, were the only trigger that I needed. "Cum baby, cum for us, cum hard."

My response was immediate and all consuming. The long hours of frustrated pleasure... and pain, were seemingly released in a blast of volcanic proportions. My body jerked and trembled between my two lovers. I squirmed on the two cocks on which I was impaled. My loud cries echoed in the confines of the room as my pussy gushed onto Lynn below me. 

No single orgasm was capable of releasing all the stored energy within me. I experienced what I can only describe as a series of orgasms after that first titanic blast. Somewhere during this orgasmic flurry I felt the hot jets of Ken's cum in my spasming ass. His own cries of release merged with my own as he drove hard into my bottom. Lynn must have gotten sufficient contact on her clit from the base of the dildo and my squirming pelvis to set of her own orgasm and her own high pitched climactic squeal of release joined my own moments later. I was only vaguely aware of their orgasms, as I was so caught upin my own series of orgasms. My partner's orgasms just seemed to flow and meld into the total body experience of my own orgasms and become part of some sort of cosmic wholeness that had enveloped me.

Finally, after what could have been minutes, or hours, my orgasms slowed and decreased in intensity. I lay atop Lynn; happy, content, satiated, and exhausted. My breath was ragged and rapid and my heart was beating wildly. I was totally lost in the post-orgasmic, hazy after-glow. I could feel Ken draped across me, his hard chest pressed into my back, his own breathing rapid from his exertion. Beneath me, I felt Lynn's heart beating wildly against my breast and her warm breath against my neck. My pussy and ass continued to contract in sympathetic rhythm to the orgasmic echoes still bouncing around my body. 

The after shocks of my release still flowed through me and it seemed as if stray nerve ending were still firing off at random as an after affect of my orgasms. We were all too depleted to move and simply lay there together, content in our own separate and combined after glow. I simply allowed myself to float in that serene moment of contented peace.

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I awoke dazed, and more than a little confused. It took me a few seconds to realize that I was in "my" bedroom at Jim and Sharon's home. Rather, it was where I stored my things when I was there for a visit. I had never actually slept there before. From the angle of the light coming through the window I deduced that it was mid-morning, maybe 9:30. 

I rolled over and I felt the various aches and pains course through my body. My breasts, ass, thighs, back and pussy were all sore. Suddenly my mental fog evaporated and I remembered the previous night spent with Lynn and Ken. My soreness acted as a tangible, yet remarkably pleasant, reminder of all I had endured... and enjoyed. I had set out with a goal of testing my limits, and it seems that I more than succeeded in doing just that. 

My eyes fell on the bedside table and I saw a bottle of aspirin and a glass of water there. 'Sharon,' I thought, always the thoughtful, caring person. She had known, hadn't she, that I would be returning in less than prime physical condition? Once again I was amazed at not only her sense of empathy, but how well she took care of me. She was the ultimate earth mother, after all. 

I rolled over, moaning as my body protested, and swallowed a handful of aspirin. As I did, my thoughts strayed to how I had gotten "home," as I was beginning to think of Jim and Sharon's house. A vague memory of my exhausted body, and semi-delirious mind, being assisted home by Ken, began to form through the fog. Then I remembered Sharon, being there for me, waiting for me, and helping me to undress and get in bed. 'Wow! I must have really been out of it,' I thought.

Just as I was getting ready to move my aching body and answer the call of nature, Sharon appeared. She was like an angel in the light streaming through the window. In her hand was a steaming cup of coffee. My savior! 

"We'll talk later," was all she said as she helped me from bed and escorted me to the bathroom. She left the coffee for me. A hot shower followed after a few quick gulps of the much needed coffee. The hot water felt good on my sore muscles. When I exited the shower Sharon was there once again. I purposely avoided looking at myself in the bathroom mirror, afraid of what I would see. Sharon wrapped a towel around me and simply instructed me to not bother drying off. Taking me by the hand, she led me out onto the deck and the waiting hot tub. Again, she helped me step down into the hot swirling water. I sighed as the heat and massaging water began to do its work. 

Sharon, and later Jim, joined me in the tub. We sat silently for a long time, languishing in the water and imbibing of the coffee. Finally, when the silence had almost reached an uncomfortable point, Sharon spoke.

"Did you have a good time last night?" she asked. I found her question almost comical. Her tone and words made me flash back to a similar question always asked by my mother, the morning after a high school date. 

"Uhhh yea, I guess so." I mumbled, my tongue feeling thick and the words not coming easily. "I might have over done it a little," I admitted. 

"Well, that's not unusual for a first time," Sharon said. I was left wondering what if anything Sharon knew about first time BDSM scenes. 'Hmmm, perhaps I need to ask her a few questions later,' I thought. Sharon never ceased to amaze me. Not only was she my lover, she had developed into my mentor as well. No matter how extreme the experiences that my new found sexuality led me into, she always seemed to be there to guide me and provide wise and practical advice. Was there anything this woman didn't know? Apparently, when it came to sex, and especially to alternative lifestyles, it didn't seem like it. 

We once again sat in comfortable silence, all three of us lost in our own reflections. The hot tub was doing me a world of good. The aspirin seemed to be kicking in as well. I had to shift around occasionally. Even in the water, I couldn't sit still with pressure on one part of my sore ass for long. My mind drifted off as I absorbed the warmth. 'Was it worth it?' I asked myself. When my memories returned to the intensity of my experiences from the previous night, I couldn't help but answer myself in the affirmative. In addition, I became aware of a somewhat bizarre phenomenon. Every ache and pain was a like a tangible reminder of the pleasures of the night before. Every time I focused on a specific ache in a part of my body, there was a memory associated with it. It was almost, but not quite, like I was re-living the previous night through the pain of the following day. I began to feel myself becoming slightly aroused as these memories flashed through my head in a disjointed manner, like a slide projector run amok. 

My mind returned to the here and now when Jim got out of the tub and mumbled something about fixing some breakfast. I suddenly realized I was quite hungry. It was no wonder, considering everything my body had recently gone through. After all, it had been quite a work out.

When Jim had departed, Sharon asked, "You were just re-living it, weren't you, last night that is?" Her eyes met mine. 

"Yes, I guess so. Just little flash backs of what happened," I replied. 

"I suppose it was very intense. I could tell from the shape you were in when you got home. You were very spacey," she commented. 

"Was it that obvious," I asked. 

"Yes it was, especially to someone that has been there," Sharon responded. 

"I get the feeling that there is some history there that you haven't shared with me," I said. 

"I'll be glad to share with you, if you like, some other time. Let's just say, for now at least, that my life before I met Jim was very different. That was a different time and a different place, and I was very much a different person," she said. From the look on her face it was clear that her mind was more than a little lost in her own memories as well. 

We sank back into our own thoughts again for a while. The silence was broken when she asked, "Do you think you would want to do it again?"

"Hmmm, I don't know for sure. I think so, at least after I recover." We both giggled a little at that. "It's not how I see myself, at least full time. I don't see myself as a 24/7 sub. I sorta see it as an adventure that was worth experiencing, and perhaps repeating occasionally, but it's not the way I want to live my life."

"Well, that brings up another question. How exactly do you see living your life?"

"Wow! Good question. To be honest I'm more than a little dazed by everything that has gone on during the last couple of weeks. Right now, I know I love you and Jim and I want to be with you and learn to love you more, if you will have me. I've never truly been in a committed relationship and I'm not really sure how all of that works out between the three of us. I just know I want to know more and love more."

"Go on," she said. 

"I know that I like your friends and want to get to know them better as well. The life you live here at the camp is more than I ever thought possible. In a lot of ways it's a life I didn't even know was a possibility. I feel so free and happy when I am here with you and I don't mean just the sex, although that is an important component, to be sure."

"You're on a roll, keep going," she said, smiling broadly.

"On top of all of that is the girl I told you about, Heather. I have no idea how or if she fits into the overall scheme of things. Before you, I had never been with a woman and now I see myself being attracted to her. To be honest, I don't even know what I feel for her. I'm not sure if I just like her a lot, or I lust for her, or whether there is something more there. If that wasn't crazy enough, I have absolutely no clue how she feels about me. As if I needed more to think about, I'm not sure how I feel about her fits into my relationship with you and Jim. As you can probably tell, I'm more than a little overwhelmed right now."

"OK, what else?" she said. 

"I thought I was starting to get a grasp on swinging and how it may fit into my life. As you know, I went through some pretty heavy duty self examination in that regard. Now I have to try to wrap my little ole pea sized brain around the events of last night. It seems like every time I come here it forces me to re-examine my identity, sexually and otherwise."

"Is that a bad thing," she asked, her smile returning.

"No, I suppose not. It was probably much needed and long overdue."

"Kim, if I could give you a single piece of advice right now, it would be to just take things as they come and all these pieces will start to fit together. Just know that Jim and I love you and support you. We know you are going through a major readjustment right now and are willing to give you the time to come to terms with your self-image questions. In some ways we are very happy about it. We see you maturing, growing, and evolving, both as a lover and as a woman. We are loving the person you are becoming even more. You'll never get Jim to say those things, but trust me when I say that he sees it too. You fill a part of our life that we have felt was missing for a long time. We are very happy to have you in our lives and will do whatever it takes to bring you more into our lives. Obviously, you moving here and making this your home base will go a long way towards achieving that. We're happy we are moving beyond having you in our lives on a part time basis."

Sharon's words touched me in a way I didn't think possible. I found myself sobbing in joy. When our eyes met, I saw that I was not alone. She moved over next to me, we kissed softly, and she put an arm around me, gently cradling me into her shoulder. I was more content than I have ever recalled being at that moment.

Our silent reverie was broken when Jim announced breakfast was ready. Sharon helped me from the hot tub and gingerly dried me. A sumptuous breakfast awaited us in the kitchen. I chuckled when I noticed that Jim had placed a cushion on the hard wooden seat at the table. In his own way, he was looking out for me as well. Breakfast was jovial and light hearted. The seriousness of my earlier conversation with Sharon was quickly replaced by fun and the enjoyment of each other's company. I was back in my happy place. 

After breakfast I began preparing for my journey back to my "other home." In many ways, the trip home was not just a geographical displacement, but a journey from one part of my life to another. The two parts could not be father apart. I would be happy when my Sunday trips would be just a memory. Leaving the camp was beginning to be more of a struggle as time went on. My dreary little apartment was no longer home, but rather, just a place I slept occasionally. I would be so happy when I could move to the camp full time. Moving around, as I packed, helped to loosen up my aching muscles. I was still sore, but as time went on the pain decreased. Momma Sharon made me take another dose of aspirin before I left. Finally, as my preparations were completed I began to get dressed. Light clothes were definitely the order of the day, no panties, no bra, just a T-shirt and a pair of loose gym shorts. Jim and Sharon said their good byes as usual, accompanied by hugs and passionate kisses. I promised to call Sharon and we made plans to meet online for a chat. I reminded her that she had some unfinished history to tell. She grinned and said that would be OK. When I got to my car, I found that Jim had thoughtfully provided an extra pillow on the driver's seat. My ass would thank him later for his kindness.

As usual, the monotony of the highway allowed my mind to wander. My thoughts at first were filled with my experiences with Ken and Lynn. I think I was finally able to put that demon to rest. I eventually came to the conclusion that they had allowed me to free myself in a way I had previously never thought possible. I had discovered a part of me, and my sexuality, that I had only the vaguest idea of its existence. The sub side of my sexuality was just a subset of its totality. It did not define my sexual identity, but rather it was just a part of the collective me. Like all of my other recent revelation in this regard, I simply accepted it and put it in its own compartment. It would remain in that compartment until I was ready to take it out and let it play once again. I was sure that it was something over which I had control and would not take over my life. That conclusion left me with a feeling of empowerment. Was it something I had to have? No. Was it something I enjoyed? Yes, I finally admitted to myself. Even when I gave up control, I was doing so with the understanding that it was my choice to do so. That concept left me with a smile on my face. 

That resolved, my mind moved on to Jim and Sharon. What had started as an experiment, a lark, an adventure, a tryst, had turned into a remarkable relationship. It was a relationship that I had never imagined in my previous, sheltered life. Heck, there were a lot of things I had never imagined. Perhaps that said more about who I was becoming than anything else. When all my mental convolutions about the unorthodox nature of our relationship were said and done, I knew simply that I had found the loves of my life. Most women would be happy for just one. I was doubly blessed to find two. This thought left me glowing in a way that I had never thought possible.

Finally, my mind turned to Heather. Like, lust, or love? Which was it? Like was a definite yes. Lust? Hmmm, I thought was a definite maybe. Love? Time would tell, I finally concluded. My outlook, largely influenced by Jim and Sharon, had been radically changed. If you had asked me just a month ago if it was possible to deeply love more than one person, I would have said decidedly no. That just wasn't how I was raised. I now realized that was more a reflection of my Judeo-Christian up-bringing and had nothing to do with the possibilities that life had to offer. It was possible to love more than one person and I had concrete evidence of that fact. My conclusion was to let my heart lead the way and to not let my brain and my inhibited, close minded social upbringing decide what was right and wrong. 

I was full of a new found sense of contentment, and perhaps inner harmony as I pulled off the highway and made my way to my apartment. My week would be a busy one and my mind turned to the practical matters of life. Interspersed among thoughts of needed emails, phone calls, packing, meetings, and scheduling were thoughts of Heather. My multi-tasking brain fit her into the overall scheme of things. She was on my mind as I prioritized my week. I had decided to call her and ask her out. Asking anyone out, male or female, was something new to me. I dug deep for the new found confidence I was feeling to deal with my feelings for her. I reminded myself that she was a priority and not something that I could put off, damn it!

I did call her, and she seemed very glad to hear from me. We made plans to get together after the gym on Tuesday. I secretly hoped that was long enough to recover from the workout I had received over the weekend. My body told me I needed at least one more day to recuperate. I also called Sharon, and per our custom, let her know that I got home OK. She wanted to know how I was feeling and I let her know that I felt better, but far from one hundred percent. 

I dealt with a few minor household chores and retrieved my mail. There was a package for me that I wasn't sufficiently motivated to open at the time. I'd deal with it later. I treated myself to a hot bubble bath that night. It definitely helped the soreness. I was starting to feel human again. Afterwards, I did a thorough inspection of my body in the mirror. It was not the mass of bruises and stripes that I had feared. Certainly there was some minor bruising and my nipples and pussy were somewhat swollen, but overall my worst fears were put to rest. I have always been a fast healer and do not bruise real easily and the minor damage I saw in the mirror was something I was sure would quickly fade. In one way I looked upon the marks as a badge of courage; courage to address my needs and desires and explore them fully.

I did not masturbate that night. It was the first time, at least in recent history, that I went a whole day without an orgasm. I'm sure my sore body had a lot to do with that, but also I was satiated in a way I had not felt in a long time. That feeling was not just physical, but extended to my emotions and my conscious self as well. I smiled to myself when I realized how content I was. All was well with the world.

I woke late on Monday. I did manage a quick, small orgasm in the shower with a promise to myself to devote more attention to those needs later. The rest had done me a lot of good and although I did take some aspirin with my coffee, it was more of a preventative then a necessary dosage. I was soon flying out the door to what I knew was going to be a very busy and challenging day.

I was right. Monday was a virtual whirlwind. I started my day by accepting the sales position. My boss seemed genuinely pleased for me. He sent me to go see my new boss and between the two of them my week was soon booked solid. Not only was I transitioning out of one job and starting to train my replacement, I was also starting the new job in sales. Both positions made demands on my time. On top of that, I learned that I would be sent out of town for a week for sales training. As if I needed more to deal with, I had to go to the HR department and take care of the paperwork needed for my transfer. That was an unexpected complication I had not anticipated. When I explained about moving and training my new replacement it was decided that the training could be delayed for a few weeks. That gave me some much needed room to breath.

I finally dragged my tired body out of work at around 7:30 that evening and went home. I picked up some take out on the way as cooking was the last thing on my mind. Vietnamese vermicelli was as close to a home cooked meal as I was going to get.

There were two calls on my answering machine when I got home. One was from Sharon. She was just checking up on me. I returned the call and assured her I was doing a lot better, although tired. I gave her a brief description of my day and told her of the sales training trip. I promised to call her later in the week so that we could start working out the details of my relocation to the camp. 

The other call was from Heather. My mood was buoyed when I heard her voice. I called her back and we worked out details for Tuesday night. We decided to get in a quick workout at the gym, go back home, get all gussied up and then go out dancing. I'd pick her up at around 8:00. We ended the call with a mutual "I'm looking forward to tomorrow." 

As I was eating dinner, the package I had received in the mail caught my eye. I opened it as I picked at my half eaten vermicelli. I was in for a surprise. Inside were several sex toys I had ordered from the internet. With everything that had been going on in my life recently, I had almost forgotten them. My pussy moistened as I picked them out of the styrofoam peanut filled box and examined them. 

First was a somewhat large dildo that I had picked because it roughly approximated the size and shape of Jim's cock. What made it unique was that it had a suction cup base that you could use to stick to any hard surface. It was destined for my shower. Next was a tantus anal plug. It has a longer neck then a normal plug and is designed for extended wear. This was something I thought would come in handy to be worn under clothes when I was out in public, or the gym, when I was feeling "naughty." Then I got my own leather strap on harness and 2 dildos to go with it. I'd done some research on harnesses to make sure I was getting the best one. This harness would work with either a regular dildo or the Nexus double dildo that I had recently come to appreciate. For now, I just got two dildos, one was a thick 8 inches and the other a thinner seven inches. I had gotten the smaller one for women not comfortable with the bigger one and I thought it would work better for anal as well. The harness also had a pocket to hold a vibrating egg against the wearer's clit. A nice feature, I thought. I did order an egg as well and the one I got was water proof. That was something that I thought may come in handy.




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My toy collection was starting to grow and that was something I was happy about. I had other purchases in mind for the future, but that would require some additional disposable income. I had quickly come to the realization that my wish list far exceeded my budget and that I had expensive tastes in toys. My increase in income was something I was greatly looking forward to. Between my decreases in living expenses at the camp, the fact that I would be receiving a company car and expense account, and my augmented paycheck, I was going to be doing a lot better off financially. I had some good ideas where that would be going. Certainly some of it was going to have to be devoted to a new business wardrobe, but I could struggle along with what I had for a while and I had increased the withholding to my savings and 401K when I had met with my contact in the HR department. However, for the time being, I had done as much damage to my credit card balances as I was willing to absorb.

I put away my new toys and called it a night. I was exhausted. I did manage to summon enough energy to try out the egg and had a nice, mellow orgasm with it nestled against my clit before falling off into a contented slumber. 

I managed to get up at my normal time the next morning. I was glad to find that I felt little if any left over aches and pains when I awoke. Perhaps there was an odd twinge every now and then but nothing really significant. My recovery was evidenced by my libido. I was my old self once again, horny in the morning. The suction cup dildo was waiting for me in the shower. I was very glad that my apartment building was not short on hot water. The dildo was soon attached to the back wall of the shower enclosure and I backed up to it, standing. It had been several days since anything had been in my pussy and its thick presence was a welcome relief. I happily bounced and pushed back and forth on its length while warm water rained down on me and my fingers hungrily sought out my clit and nipples. The resulting orgasm was wonderful. I was both happy with my new purchase and certain that it would become part of my standard masturbatory repertoire for some time to come.

Tuesday was another blur at the office. I raised the art of multi-tasking to a new level. The good news was that the time went fast. The other good news was that I was told to go downstairs to the parking lot and meet with my new boss. When I arrived, he handed me a set of keys and showed me my new company car. Wow! I hadn't thought that I would get it for a couple of weeks. It wasn't anything fancy but it was new and clean and had a lot more bells and whistles than my old junker. I was so happy. My boss also gave me a company gas card. That sure would be nice, I told him. He explained that he had wanted to give the car to me yesterday but the HR folks had to run a background check on my driver's license first, for insurance purposes. I managed to pull my head out of the clouds, thanked him, and got back to work. I also had to make some decisions about what to do with my old car. 

I did manage to break away for lunch, although I ate it at my desk. I spent the time running down to a nearby shop to see if I can find something to wear on my "date" with Heather. Neither of us had called it a date, but we both spoke of it in similar terms without committing to calling it an actual date. It was just one of those "un-spoken" things that women sometimes share. Looking back, I can honestly say that we both saw this as a first date although we were both perhaps a little hesitant to come out and call it such.

The owner of the shop recognized me immediately when I entered. I told her I needed a "knock yer socks off" dress for a first date. She was very helpful and got me in and out in record time. I was out the door in 25 minutes, surely a record, with my new outfit in hand. I hung up the dress in my new car and went back to work.

The rest of the day flew by. I looked up at 5:30, noted the time, told my trainee to go home, flew out the door myself and was soon on the way to the gym and my appointment with Heather. Of course I had to call Sharon on my cell and tell her all about my new car and fill her in on the details about Heather. She just giggled a lot and wished me luck. 

I saw her as soon as I left the locker room. She was as sexy and gorgeous as ever. My pussy clinched as soon as her eyes met mine. She said something to the person she was working with and came over to me. Talk about getting blown off. I almost felt sorry for the guy. I did say almost, didn't I?

Her smile was infectious and I fought hard to keep my eyes on hers. My eyes wanted to eat her luscious body up. Lust? Yes, there was definitely lust here; all doubt had been removed from my mind. She was so different than the other women I had been with. She reminded me of a high performance sports car, engine straining at a stoplight.

We spoke briefly, assuring each other that we were still on for tonight. I sensed a certain amount of excitement and expectation in her that I had also been feeling in myself. I rebuffed myself for reading to much into it and perhaps only seeing what I wanted to see. 

She sent me off to do some quick cardio on the bike and then she would be back to take me through a quick weight workout. She informed me that she would be getting off work at 7:30 and that I could come pick her up at work at 8:00 after she showered and got dressed. 

After I had worked myself up to a good sweat on the bike, she came and got me and we went to the weights. I could immediately tell that it had been a few days since I had worked out. My body was not cooperating at all. Ever the insistent trainer, she pushed me and I responded as best as I could. My body was jolted a few times when she gently touched me as she guided me through the workout and showed me different movements. Her hand felt more like a caress than a tool of instruction. Could I have been imagining it? The way our eyes met and held contact, and my feminine intuition, told me no. There was definitely more to it. 

Heather was done with me by 6:45 and after a quick goodbye I flew out the door and was on my way home to get ready. I was in and out of the shower in record time. I re-applied my makeup and fixed my hair, going after a more sultry, sensual look than is my usual style. I relied heavily on some of the tricks I had learned from Sharon and Amy. 

I rushed to my bedroom to dress. I made a quick trip through my lingerie drawer. A bra was definitely out with the dress I had bought. I decided to forego panties as well. What the hell? This was definitely a go for the gusto moment. I did decide to wear a garter belt and hose based on the assumption that if things did go the way that I dreamed, they might add to the imagery I was trying to create. I quickly had the black lace garter belt fitting snugly, low on my hips, and black, lace topped hose attached to the garters. I was getting pretty good at putting these on, I thought, as I completed the task. There is definitely a learning curve to it. 

Finally I was ready for the dress. It was bright red, the color of passion. The front and back fell in graceful drapes of silk. It parted in the front to nearly my navel and fell in the back to just above my ass. It was definitely the most daring dress I had ever worn but I was pulling out all the stops tonight. A short time before, I would have never even considered wearing something like that. The dress made a statement and I hoped it was one that was not lost on Heather. 

I looked at myself in the mirror and admired how the curves of my breasts were shown off by the way that the dress barely draped across them. The skirt fell to mid thigh and just barely covered the tops of the hose. I would have to be careful if I didn't want to flash everyone. That thought made me consider how Heather would react to being flashed, perhaps "accidentally." 'Hmmm, I'll play that one by ear,' I thought.

I added a necklace that dropped low and drew the eyes to my chest and a pair and sexy, dangly ear rings. I dug through my closet and found a pair of red, 4 ½ inch "fuck-me pumps," as Sharon liked to call them. 'If nothing else, I will be able to look Heather in the eye.' I thought.

I took a final approving look at myself in the mirror. 'If this doesn't impress her, then just forget it, you're beyond hope girl,' I told myself. 

I found a suitable clutch to go with the outfit and loaded a few necessities in it and was soon out the door. I checked the clock in the car when I got in, 6:45. Wow! I couldn't believe I managed that so fast. It's amazing what you are capable of doing when properly motivated.

I drove back to the gym to pick up Heather. I had to remind myself to concentrate on my driving because I was so excited. My excitement was tempered slightly by a large dose of nervousness and self-doubt. I couldn't help but wonder if I was reading more into what I thought was Heather's interest in me. 'Was it just wishful thinking?' I asked myself. Perhaps she was just interested in me as a new friend. My new compartmentalized approach to his sort of issue finally won out and I resolved to let things work out as they might and simply go with the flow; time would tell. 

When I got to the gym I parked and went inside to collect Heather. I noticed more than a few appreciative stares, from both men and women. That helped bolster my confidence a great deal. Heather was in the lobby waiting for me. Wow, she looked great! She was wearing a leather mini, a silky tank, and heels. I had to fight the urge to stare at the nipples pressing seductively through the fabric of her top. 

"You look wonderful," she said, her eyes also taking me in hungrily. 

"So do you Heather," I replied. It's sorta nice to be able to see each other in something other then gym clothes and soaked in sweat for a change."

"Yea, you do clean up well, but I do feel a little under dressed."

"Don't be ridiculous," I responded. "You look lovely. Shall we go?"

"Yea, let's go knock 'em dead," she said, giving me a sweet smile that nearly caused me to melt on the spot.

I led her to my new car and she complimented me on it while we got settled in the passenger seat. I went through the whole story about my new job and how the company car was a perk. I hadn't had a chance to set the radio buttons and I asked her to find some music. She found a soft rock station that was perfect for my mood. 

I asked if she had eaten dinner and she said no. I suggested we grab a quick bite to eat before going to the club. We stopped at a little "Mom & Pop" diner I sometimes frequent and had a light meal before continuing our journey. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her during the meal and I was pleased to see that she seemed to have the same problem. My doubts about whether I was reading more into her being attracted to me seemed to diminish as the night went on. There was a bit of a struggle over who would pay for dinner but she finally gave in to my argument that she was a struggling college student and, besides, I had just got a big raise and the evening was a little bit of a celebration for me. That argument finally settled the issue. 

Over dinner we discussed which club we should go to. Neither of us were especially big night clubbers and we finally agreed on a place that both of us had heard about but never been to. With an agreed upon plan and the bill settled, we set out once again. 

After we arrived, I once again insisted I pay for our first round of drinks. It being a weeknight, the club was only about half full and there was no cover charge. The music wasn't disagreeably loud and seemed to be mainly techno/industrial dance tunes. Definitely not my kind of music but it was OK for dancing. I noticed that we were definitely getting checked out as we made our way to the bar to get a drink. That felt good. I had learned that being appreciated was a huge turn on and knowing that Heather was with me and just as appreciated was an additional thrill. I was feeling attractive and sexy and our surroundings, as well my companion, had a lot to do with that.

We were immediately descended upon by guys asking us to dance. I suppose the meager pickings on a slow night at the club made us look like prime cuts of meat. This amused us both and we amicably compared notes and chatted about the men when we were together at our table. It was obvious that Heather was enjoying the attention as much as I was. I didn't mind the attention that was being paid to her, as I seemed to be just as popular. However, always in the back of my mind was a certain degree of possessiveness. My plan for the night did not include sharing her with any testosterone filled hunk of meat, at least not that night. I wanted her all to myself.

At one point we were on a half empty dance floor at the same time. I turned and saw her behind me and pretty soon she and I and the two guys we were dancing with were all dancing together. Then it was just the two of us together. The guys apparently sensed that they weren't going to be taking either of us home and they disappeared. We were happy to just dance together. The fast beat that we were dancing to changed to a slower tune and it just seemed natural for us to flow into each other's arms. Feeling her body against mine was simply the most wonderful thing I could recall having happen to me. Our legs rubbed against each other as we danced and I felt her breasts pressed tightly to my own. Her breath was warm and sensuous against my ear. On more then one occasion our eyes met and locked in a long and glorious stare. I could see myself getting lost in those eyes. The song ended and I found myself kissing her. It was just a brief peck, but it held the promise of much more. I couldn't help but wonder if Heather felt the same way.

I hadn't noticed when we were dancing, but all eyes seemed to be on us. When we walked back to our table, I did notice the hungry looks of many men and more than a few women. We were swamped with men asking us to dance and drink offers after we got back to the table. We were both ready for a break and turned them down. It was obvious that our "performance" on the dance floor had stirred more than one male threesome fantasy.

We simply sat and talked for a while. It was a very informative conversation. Heather was apparently very curious about some of the little comments I had made about "my lovers." She sat there, wide eyed, as I told her about Jim and Sharon and my weekends at the camp. I didn't go into a lot of details about my sexual relationship with them, or others, at the camp, but it was obvious that what I shared with them was hardly traditional. I also made it clear that my relationship with them was not totally exclusive and that I was free to enjoy other lovers. This resulted in some seriously raised eyebrows. I also extended an invitation to her to join me at the camp some time. I didn't push her for a commitment, but made it clear that she was welcome to join me if she was interested. I just left that open for her to consider and mull over.

I then turned the conversation back to her. I did so in a sort of open ended way that allowed her to share as much, or as little, of her own sexual history as she felt comfortable with. She turned out to be very open. She told me that she had just left a relationship with a woman she met at the gym. As it turned out, the woman was "pimping," her word, for her husband. The husband was more than a little dominating and had pushed his wife into developing a relationship with a woman that she would in turn bring back to him for a threesome. Heather did not go into a lot of detail but it was obvious this had not been a very enjoyable experience for her. It had been her first experience with another woman, for both of them, and the other woman was less than an enthusiastic or skilled lover. I could see in Heather's eyes that she was pretty down on herself for being naïve and tricked into this scenario. I offered my understanding and support and let her know that while I had never been in her situation, I could understand how it could have happened. 

I also went on to compare and contrast her situation with my own with Jim and Sharon and let her know there had never been any hidden agendas with us. We had all gone into our relationship with complete understanding of what everyone was looking for, even before there was a relationship. It had started as a fling and just grown from there. 

Heather then went on to explain that while she had never actually sought out this other woman, she had been open to the possibility of a relationship with a woman. I took her comment as hopefully being something that was more directed towards me than just a more generalized comment. She said she was just looking for something "more" than she had experienced in her previous relationships with men. Apparently, she had had some rather bad luck with men. Her sexual experiences seemed to consist of a few men, best characterized as inexperienced, self-centered, selfish, and/or just plain lousy lovers. In a sudden moment of total honesty, she explained that she had never had an orgasm with a lover, including the woman she had just broke it off with. I told her that I could sympathize with her to some degree in that regard as well. However, I explained that my luck in that department had just hit a recent winning streak. That comment got a smile from her and it was obvious she was interested in hearing more. 

Rather then dig into the juicy details of my recent sexual history, I explained that I had had similar experiences when I was her age. I told her that it had been my experience that young men were not the best of lovers, although I had a recently found a few exceptions to that generality. I couldn't help but smile as I thought of Mike, and his sexy wife Amy, back at the camp. I shared my theory that younger men needed training as lovers and that usually required an older, more experienced woman leading them on that path.

My last comment produced another wonderful smile on Heather's face. She asked, "Are you volunteering as a trainer?"

"No, I will leave that to other women that have the patience and temperament for it. I have other goals in mind," I replied and as I did I took Heather's hand in my own and our eyes met.

"And what might those goals be?" she asked, obviously flirting. 

"I'll let you know later. However, I will say that my immediate goal is looking better and better all the time and does involve sharing some new experiences with a certain someone," I said, flirting right back.

"That sounds promising," she responded, her eyes locked on my own and her grip on my hand tightened.

"I certainly hope so."

We chatted for a little longer. I could see a lot of myself in her when I was her age. The same need to explore, the same wide eyed curiosity, and above all, the same passionate hunger.

Finally, I summoned enough courage to ask, "Are you ready to get out of here? We could go back to my apartment for coffee or some wine." 

"Yea, I'm ready," she replied. Her eyes seemed sparkle with a degree of expectation when they met mine. "Let's blow this pop stand."

All eyes were on us again as we walked out of the club holding hands. I recall thinking that we were playing a central role in many male fantasies at that moment. I had to admit that the desire I sensed felt good, almost as good as feeling Heather's hand in my own. There was a definite connection there, but I wasn't sure what it was. For the first time I got the distinct impression that we were on a "date." Was it just friendship, or more? I was certain of the fact that I would soon find out. 

The drive to my apartment was a blur. I remember talking to Heather, but if you asked about the specifics of the conversation, I would be at a total loss for an answer. My imagination was wild with thoughts of having Heather alone for the first time. Erotic images flashed through my mind as I imagined the possibilities. I struggled to temper my imagination with the idea that nothing more would happen than the offer to share a glass of wine. Even though I had been conservative on my drinking, my head was buzzing. I certainly didn't want to be pulled over for a DWI in my new company car. The buzz was not the result of alcohol consumption though. 




The Hunger Ch. 10



When we arrived at my apartment I shepherded Heather into my apartment. She made all the appropriate compliments about my décor. I thanked her, asked her to have a seat on the couch and went to pull a cork on a bottle of Shiraz that I had saved for a special occasion. This occasion certainly qualified as special. I even broke out my "fancy" crystal wine glasses that I had inherited from my grandmother instead of the cheap grocery store glasses I normally used when home alone.

Heather was a vision of beauty when I rejoined her in the living room. I put on some soft music and found her sitting on the sofa, her shoes kicked off and her feet curled up under her. My heart skipped a beat. 'Damn, what is wrong with me,' I asked myself. I felt like a love struck teenager. My personality didn't like feeling out of control like this. At the same time, it created a thrill in me that was something that had been missing in my life.

I handed Heather her wine, and joined her on the couch. She took a sip and made some complimentary comments about the wine. After that we sat in silence for a while, listening to the music, sipping the wine, and were lost in our own thoughts. Looking back on it now, it's obvious to me that we were both anxious but, neither of us was comfortable making the first move. 

Our eyes met and I became lost in them. I could see the hunger in them, but there was something else as well that is hard to put into words. Perhaps the closest that I can come is to call it a "neediness." It was a need to be loved and perhaps a need to be made love to. I summoned all of my courage, put down my glass, and took hers from her hand and put it on the coffee table.

I wanted to kiss her so badly, and in her eyes I could see the same need. We melted together into the kiss. It was not as if I was kissing her, but rather we kissed each other. We shared each other's mouth in a prolonged, delicious, and oh so very sensuous kiss. Minutes, or perhaps it was hours later, our lips parted, both of us almost gasping for breath. I needed her so bad and I could see that the feeling was mutual. 

I stood and took her hand and led her to my small bedroom. We kissed again as our hands began to undress each other. Our hands moved slowly, revealing each other and caressing each other as we did. Finally, when we were forced to do so, we broke the kiss and finished disrobing, again doing so slowly while interspersing soft caresses and occasional kisses to the flesh being exposed. It was almost like a dance, almost like we were seducing each other, although we were both well beyond the point of needing to be coerced. We were both lost in a world of lust and hunger but at the same time it was if neither wanted to rush anything. We were both happy to take the time to explore and tease. I left the hose and garter belt on, preferring the way they made my ass and legs look and adding a bit of sensual ambiance to my appearance. 

Heather's body took my breath away. It wasn't as if I hadn't seen it before, but never in the context of a lover. When I had seen her naked at the gym, I had been forced by circumstances to stifle my desire. I was no longer inhibited by those circumstances and I felt my desire burning like an eternal flame within me. She was a visual feast to my eyes. My words could hardly do justice to what I saw. Those firm breasts capped by engorged nipples that looked like Hershey kisses. Her breasts were not large but fit the rest of her body perfectly as if an artist had sculpted them on her chest. My mouth watered to taste them. Her belly rippled with a musculature that seemed to suit her. Her back was a thing of beauty and I delighted in placing kisses along its exposed expanse. The firm, athletic look of her thighs left me wondering what it would be like to be buried between them. If all of that wasn't enough, there was her ass. I had never considered myself an "ass person" but her ass left me re-considering whether I would have to re-evaluate my tastes. I longed to lose myself in its firm muscular curves. Heather's body was the perfect oxymoron. At the same time it was fit and muscular without being bulky, but at the same time, it was eminently feminine. 

Our mouths and hands danced across each other. We kissed and sucked each other's exposed flesh hungrily. My hands delighted in the tactile sensation of feeling her fit body as they glided across her body. My need to please her, possess her, and share myself with her reached a peak and I couldn't wait any longer. 

With a final kiss on her lips I took her hand and led her to my bed. She lay down and I knelt over her and our eyes met once again. I saw the smoldering lust in those beautiful eyes and I saw more. I saw the need and I saw a certain degree of fear or perhaps it was just nervousness. 'Fear of what?' I wondered. I decided to press on in the hope that it would reveal itself and allow me to address it. 

Our lips met once again but I soon moved mine to her neck. The soft murmured moans that she made told me that she loved to have her neck and ears kissed as much as I did. Her fingers wrapped themselves in my hair as she guided me to her sweet spots. Her perfume filled my nose and I almost swooned. There was another aroma that was layered on top of her perfume. It was the smell of female arousal; a smell that I had come to be very familiar with of late. 

As much as I would have loved to continue to kiss, suck and nibble Heather's lovely ears and neck for the rest of the night, I had much more terrain to explore. My mouth moved to her chest and finally to her breasts. My tongue licked a wide swath around the perimeter of her breasts, avoiding her nipples. Slowly, ever so slowly I moved my tongue and lips inwards, kissing and licking the firm flesh as I did. I could feel and hear Heather's breath speed up as I got closer. She moaned when my tongue finally danced across her nipple. I descended on it and took it between my lips and began to alternate suckling and flicking it with the tip of my tongue. Her fingers tightened in my hair and drew my mouth tighter to her breast. She cried out when I gently nibbled on her nipple with my teeth and she encouraged me to continue with her hands. Her pleasure seemed to be cresting and I decided to switch to her other nipple. 

Heather was, if nothing else, even more insistent in encouraging me to make love to her other nipple. I loved the way its engorged tip felt between my lips as I suckled. I also loved the way she cried out in pleasure when I sank my teeth into its yielding flesh. Her hands encouraged me to increase the pressure. I did so, slowly, taking her closer to the edge of pain. 

As much as I hated to give up her gorgeous breasts, I had unfulfilled goals. She sighed softly, almost disappointed when I did so. I was determined to make up for the loss of pleasure to her breasts in other ways. My mouth moved southwards across her ribs and into the valleys between her taut abdominal muscles. I dove into her navel and sucked and licked her there and heard her delighted gasps of pleasure as I did so. Slowly, ever so slowly, I continued my journey down until I felt the sparse hairs of her trimmed delta against my tongue. I licked my way through it while moving my own body between her thighs. I stopped briefly to lick and gently tug the hair with my teeth and was rewarded with warm moans from Heather.

Finally her womanhood lay exposed before me and I took a brief moment to absorb the vista that lay before me. I was enthralled and captivated by what I saw. Her pussy was a thing of beauty, like the rest of her. Perhaps my opinion is stilted by my feelings for her, but it was the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen, in my admittedly limited experience. Her thick, meaty labia were succulent and I found myself imagining hours of joy spent sucking and kissing them. Her clit was not huge, but definitely larger than average and was encased in long, prominent, tube-like hood. Its large head peaked out at me, almost begging to be sucked and licked. My head swirled with the thoughts of what I could do with it to bring my new lover orgasm after orgasm. Below her pussy was a cute brown star and my mind was filled with kinky thoughts of how I could delight her by pleasuring it. 

I shook myself out of my reverie and set to work, slowly, gradually, using every trick and technique that Amy and Sharon had taught me. Her labia were as succulent as I imagined, the depths of her pussy as sweet and juicy as anything my wildest fantasies could have conjured, and the hardness of her clit seemed like it was made for my tongue and lips to please. Her smell and taste were delicate, aromatic, almost floral, and not as musky as some women I had previously been with. 

Heather's soft, almost inhibited, moans of pleasure were music to my ears. I could feel and hear her growing arousal as I continued to demonstrate my oral skills upon her splayed pussy. 

Her body quivered like a violin string. I could feel the growing tension as her pleasure mounted. I strove on to bring her release but she never quite got there. She seemed to hover right on the edge. I was somewhat perplexed. I tried everything I knew to push her over the edge. My fingers were buried inside her, massaging her G-spot and finger fucking her. I pulled back her hood with my fingers and my tongue and lips frantically licked and sucked her clit. I reached up with my free hand and tried various techniques on her nipples, including pinching and pulling on them. I even tried backing off her clit when I thought she might need less direct contact. This seemed to just frustrate her even more. Her soft moans morphed into a combination of unintelligible mumblings that my ears desperately attempted to decipher, and rapid gasps for breath. 

Our eyes met and I could see the frantic need and desire in them. I could see that she was as frustrated as I was at her inability to reach orgasm. Everything I had tried had just pushed her further towards orgasm yet left her hanging just out of reach of the desperate release we both sought. This was something I had never encountered before and I was left mystified. 'Perhaps,' I thought, 'some vocal encouragement would help.' 

I murmured, "Cum for me Heather, cum for me now," softly against her pussy, just loud enough for her to hear through the increasing volume of her moans. My words were like I had pulled a trigger, and she exploded. Her strong thighs clamped down against my head and her body heaved. My mouth was anchored against her pussy as her strong orgasm overtook her. Her relatively soft moans escalated into excited cries of ecstasy. I rode out the storm of her release and sucked hard on her exposed clit which seemed to only increase the intensity of her climax. 

I watched her face as she rode the waves of her orgasm. I was enthralled by her beauty as the pleasure washed through her. Her face and neck turned a bright scarlet shade as her release engulfed her. I have always thought a woman was at her most beautiful during orgasm, and this was certainly the case with Heather. Her beautiful features were enhanced to an even greater degree than I thought possible. Finally she slumped back onto the bed, an obviously contented and satiated woman. After cleaning her oozing pussy and happily drinking her sweet juices, I climbed up next to her and cuddled into her side, a firm breast pressed against me. Her soft moans were barely audible as she floated in her post-orgasmic haze. I felt her heart still beating wildly and heard the rapid, shallow breathing as she struggled to replenish the depleted oxygen in her exhausted body. I sensed her descending into what I recognized as the sort of contented bliss only possible after a full and complete release of orgasmic tension. I was so very pleased that I had been capable of bringing her to such a state. 

As Heather was lost in her floating world, my mind was awash with thoughts. Somewhere during this period of reflection I recalled something that she had said earlier. She had mentioned that she had never reached an orgasm with a partner. This memory, and the sudden reality of its meaning, hit me like a thunder bolt. I had just accomplished something none of her previous lovers had been able to achieve. I felt some pride in that but that pride soon faded as the analytical side of my personality soon asked the question 'Why?'

I began to review the recent events and I soon found some comparisons in my own previous experiences with Ken and Lynn. 'Could it be that by telling Heather to cum, I gave her what she needed?' I asked myself. I reflected on it and realized it was a strong possibility. She just might be sexually wired so that permission of her lover was the catalyst she needed to reach orgasm. Perhaps she had some deeply ingrained control mechanism that prevented her from reaching the point of release on her own. 'Could this be her own form of submission?' I wondered. I decided that it was certainly not out of the question and it was certainly something that was ripe for later discussion and exploration.

I tucked that thought away for later review when I felt Heather start to return to the land of the living next to me. She rolled into me and her arms embraced me. Our eyes met and I was lost in them once again. 

"Thank you," she said, softly. 

"It was my pleasure," I replied while smiling and showing her my own joy. I closed the distance between us and our lips met in a brief, but oh so sensuous kiss. 

"I have no way of describing to you how wonderful that was," she said, her eyes gleaming when our lips parted.

"I don't think you need to say anything. I understand," I responded. 

"I never... I mean... you know," she stuttered, the words suddenly lost to her. 

"You wanna talk about it," I asked. 

"If you want to... I guess so," her eyes suddenly darted away from mine, as if she was embarrassed. 

I place my hand on her chin and directed her eyes back to me. "Its OK, you don't have to be embarrassed," I said, attempting to be sensitive to what was clearly some sort of internal demon.

"You needed me to give you permission... permission to cum, didn't you?" I asked. She tried to hide her eyes from me again but I wouldn't let her.

"Yea... I think so... I never realized," she said, haltingly. I could see some inner anguish in her eyes and I realized she needed encouragement and support above everything else at that moment. 

"Its OK sweetie," I said, "we all have our own quirks when it comes to sex. That's just one of yours. It's no big deal, believe me. As a matter of fact it sorta turns me on."

"Really?" she responded, her eyes suddenly bright and excited. 

"Yea, really... Maybe it's sort of a power trip for me as well."

"I never knew. I just thought I couldn't, you know what I mean? I have been so close, so many times, and it just always left me so frustrated," she said. I could sense the excitement growing in her voice. 

I recognized what she was going through. She had just experienced her own sort of sexual epiphany, just like my own, that had only recently occurred. I was glad that I had played some part in it. Perhaps there was a large measure of pride in what I felt as well. Just as Sharon, and to an important but lesser degree Amy, had helped me through my initial stages of self discovery I was returning the favor through Heather.

I could almost see the thoughts whirling through Heather's mind. I realized this revelation was quickly leading her to the "what does this mean" stage of understanding. I decided to step in.

"Don't try to figure it all out now. It will come to you, trust me on that. When it comes time, we will talk more, OK? I want to be your friend, and hopefully more than just a friend and I'm here for you," I said, in as soothing a voice as I was able to manage. 

"OK," she said, seemingly accepting my advice as she snuggled into me, content in our intimate contact. We lay there like that for several minutes, languishing silently in the feel of each other's bodies pressed close together, lost in our own thoughts. My own thoughts were focused on how good she felt and how happy I was to have her there with me. Her thigh was draped over mine and I felt the warm wetness of her still oozing pussy. It was a constant reminder of what we had just shared and it kept my own arousal simmering.

"Oh my gosh," she said suddenly.

"What?" I asked, suddenly concerned.

"I was so self absorbed that I totally forgot about you," she replied. "I really want to make love to you and pay you back for everything that you did for me. I feel kinda selfish."

"You owe me nothing," I said. "Sex is not about owing one person something. At least that's not the way I look at things. I received pleasure from pleasing you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I suppose so," she said, and then seemed to be lost in thought for a moment. "But... what if... what if I want some of that kind of pleasure for myself? Ya know... the giving kind of pleasure."

"Well, that's different," I said, smiling broadly back at her.

"Will you teach me?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Teach you what?" I asked.

"You know... teach me how to please you, to please a woman, like you did me earlier," she said, suddenly seeming a bit shy. I quickly realized that Heather was very much different than the other women I had met recently. She did not have the confidence and experience of someone like Sharon, Amy, or their friends. The reality that I was in the role of mentor with Heather suddenly hit me like a ton of brick. My own insecurities quickly rose to the surface as I faced this realization. I faced them and pushed them back into their little box in the back of my brain and decided my obligation at that moment was to Heather.

"Sweetie, there is no huge secret about how to please a woman. In a lot of ways it's a lot easier then with a man. The main thing is to just go with your instincts and do what you think you would enjoy yourself. Sure, we all have little things that we enjoy more than others, but the real key is to just have fun. Don't be afraid to explore, try different things, don't get hung up on anything. Above all, just have fun. You'll find that there isn't much I don't like. If in doubt, don't be afraid to ask. I admit that I'm still pretty new to exploring a lot of things, but if there is one thing I have learned, it is that you shouldn't let you inhibitions and preconceived notions of what is normal get in the way of your pleasure."

"Like what?" she asked, she asked, suddenly engaged and intrigued.

I turned her question around on her and asked, "Have you ever fantasized about something that you found very exciting, but at the same time made you think it was just too kinky to experience in real life?" I could see that I hit a nerve. What she didn't know was that I had only recently come to terms with my own fantasies like those that I had just described, and like her, I had gone through my own turmoil in coming to terms with them. "Uhhh, yea... I suppose so," she said, haltingly. "I guess we all have those kinds of fantasies sometimes."

"Exactly, and maybe some are the kind that we may never want, or perhaps need, to live out in real life, but maybe some are actually possible, especially with the right partner to help make them a reality."

"Wanna know the fantasy that is on the top of my list right now?" Heather inquired excitedly.

"Sure, whatcha got?" I responded, smiling at her. 

"Making you cum as hard as you just made me cum," she said, giggling. 

"Only once?" I replied, whereupon we both broke down into a giggling fit.

Heather's eyes looked away and she said in an enchantingly shy and almost girlish voice, "Will you do something for me?"

"Sure sweetie, all you have to do is ask," I replied. 




The Hunger Ch. 10



"I saw something once on a porn video that an ex-boyfriend was trying to use to seduce me. It didn't work, by the way," she said, giggling briefly.

"Go on," I said.

"Well, in this video there were two girls... and you know... well... one of them... how do I say this without sounding stupid?"

"Just say it," I said, taking her chin and directing her eyes back to me once again.

"Well...one of the girls sorta sat on the other girls face... and... and she sorta just humped on the other's girl's face. Ever since then, I haven't been able to get that image out of my head... especially when I am masturbating," she finally managed to get it all out and I could hear a certain degree of fear in her words. I recognized it for what it was, fear of rejection, fear of being thought of as some sort of freak. I understood the feeling well. 

"You want to sit on my face," I asked, seeking clarification.

"No!" she exclaimed. "Uhhhh... the other way around. I always see my self as the one on the bottom."

"OK, no problem. It would be my pleasure to help out a lady with a fantasy in need of fulfillment. No biggee. It wouldn't be the first time for something like that for me." I could see sudden relief and gratitude flood Heather's face upon hearing my reassuring words.

Her lips met mine in a hot, passionate, and extended kiss. I sensed a change in Heather. Perhaps it was her own hunger or perhaps it was resolution of some inner demon. In either case, she seemed more relaxed and open, to both me and her own needs. I was starting to see subtle changes in her. These changes were all positive and left me feeling ever more attracted to her. As she moved her mouth to my breast and almost suckled on the nipple, I realized I was falling for her, more and more. The ground swell of sensation she was evoking in my body prevented any conscious thought on the nature of my feelings for her and I gave in to the needs of my body.

She released my nipple with a loud plop as it escaped her sucking lips. I could see excitement twinkling in her eyes. She lay down on the bed and beckoned me to her. I straddled her face and held myself above her, just out of reach of her mouth. Her hands reached out and embraced my hips, pulling them down to her waiting mouth. I settled in, making myself comfortable while trying to keep from squashing her with my weight. She seemed to want nothing to do with that and pulled me even tighter against her mouth. 

Her mouth settled into my splayed pussy and I felt her tongue bury itself into my very wet chasm; seemingly try to work its way ever deeper into my core. Her nose bumped against my engorged clit and I felt an electric spark shoot through me. I let out a contented moan in response to the sensation. I looked down and saw genuine exhilaration in Heather's eyes as she herself responded to my pleasure. There was something else in her eyes as well, "Contentment?" I asked myself. Whatever it was, I was happy for her, and for myself, as I felt her tongue striving to please my increasingly horny pussy. I gave in to the desire running rampant through me and I took the headboard in my hands as I started moving my hips with an increasing urgency, riding Heather's mouth and tongue. 

Heather's technique was not exactly what I would describe as polished or sophisticated, like that of the other female lovers I had enjoyed. However, what she lacked in finesse was more than adequately compensated for by her pure and unadulterated enthusiasm. Besides, this was not making love. This was raw and lustful fucking. She wanted me to use her mouth to get off and my needs were such that I was happy to give her exactly what she wanted. Her tongue was lively and active and oh so marvelously long. She reached depths I had never experienced before. Her lips provided a wonderful seal around the opening of my pussy and her nose added a delightful pressure against my clit. I could feel her warm breath coming from her nose as she struggled to breathe and it added just another sensation to the jumble of sensation bombarding my nether regions. I heard her slurping my juices as my steady flow began to turn into a virtual water fall.

As my arousal grew, I felt my orgasm approaching fast, like an oncoming train. She sensed it as well. The tempo of my hips increased and she cupped my ass with her hands and encouraged me further. I was close, oh so close, and my impassioned cunt only needed the slightest additional push to have me spinning off into ecstatic bliss. 

I attempted to verbally encourage my young lover. My moans, cries, and groans of pleasure were interspersed with occasional and almost spastic exclamations of "Yes!... Oh gawd!... More!... and So GOOD!" 

Her hands left my ass and rose to embrace my breasts and then grasp my nipples between her fingers. I place my own hands on hers and encouraged her to squeeze harder, adding a wonderful mixture of pain to everything else I was experiencing. I instinctively changed the angle of my hips, bringing my clit down to her lips and tongue and Heather responded by wrapping her lips around my clit. Her flicking tongue and suckling lips were all it took to drive me over the edge into orgasmic oblivion.

"Yes! Yes! Cumming!" I cried out in joyous release. 

My orgasm left my body shuddering and heaving in release. As orgasms go, it was a doozy. In the midst of it, I somehow realized that Heather was busy swallowing the seemingly ever present stream of cum that was spraying out of my spasming pussy. I know the volume overwhelmed her, but that was far from my mind at that moment as electric pleasure surged through my body. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I slumped against the headboard, depleted, satiated, and utterly mindless. 

I vaguely recall Heather's strong arms moving me to a reclining position. She had somehow managed to crawl out from beneath me. I was still floating in the clouds of post-orgasmic after shocks. My body was ultra-sensitive and quivered at the slightest touch of her hands. When I finally opened my eyes, she was there, beside me. Her beaming eyes and bright smile clearly showed that she was pleased with herself and happy. The rest of her was, to be honest, a mess. Her face and hair were saturated with my juices and her lips looked swollen and abused. If I was capable of more conscious thought, I would have been concerned. The expression on her face, however, was more than adequate to defuse any concerns that I felt. I simply snuggled into her shoulder and felt content in having her next to me. 

When I opened my eyes, she was still there, her eyes still wide eyed with glee. She had that joyous look of a child on Christmas morning.

"Thank you," she said.

"For what?" I managed to croak through parched lips and an equally dry throat. 

"You can't even imagine how exciting that was for me," she said in reply. Her lips joined my own in a slow sensual kiss, befitting our post-sex mood. My lips were moistened by the copious juices still on her face and mouth and I could taste and smell myself on her. 

"Besides, I should be thanking you," I said. "If you could see yourself in the mirror you definitely wouldn't be thanking me."

"Do I look that bad," she said, concerned?

"No, definitely not bad, but definitely like you were just fucked," I said. "Wanna help me to the shower? We could probably both use one and I'm probably pretty rubber legged right now."

"Sure."

I had to get Heather to help me strip out of the garter belt and hose. I made a comment to her that they came off a lot easier then they go on and she giggled at the inference. She did say that she thought the impact of them was worth whatever effort to put them on. I was glad to hear that she was appreciative of how they looked on me.

Our shower together was nice, not really sexual, but definitely communal and sensual. We washed and shampooed each other and helped each other dry off. I ran a brush through her hair and she returned the favor. That in itself was an enjoyable experience for me and I sensed that she felt the same.

During the shower, I asked her if she wanted to sleep over and added that I would take her to her car in the morning on my way to work. She whole heartedly agreed, clearly pleased that she was asked to stay. She mentioned that she didn't have an early class and I told her that I wished we could sleep in but my hectic schedule prevented it. She happily settled for a promise of a "sleep in" in the near future. Her smile gave away her pleasure at that thought, as well as the fact that I was clearly interested in a return engagement. I felt it was important that I express to Heather that I didn't simply want a one night stand with her. She was obviously in agreement, although this remained largely unspoken on both of our parts. Looking back at that exchange now, I realize that we were both trading lightly around the subject of any sort of commitment based solely on one pleasure filled night together. 

Fresh, and once again sweet smelling, we returned to the bedroom. It was clear that my bed was largely unusable after the previous sexual gymnastics and soaking that it had endured. Neither of us was up for remaking the bed, so we agreed to make a pallet on the floor. A couple of soft comforters were soon on the floor and I grabbed some relatively dry pillows. 

Heather and I settled into a comfortable cuddle as if we had been doing it for years. She was just so damn cozy. Slightly energized by the shower, we chatted for a while. She was uncharacteristically open. I suppose hot monkey sex with a new lover is an excellent catalyst for sharing. Mainly, we talked about our sexual histories. I sensed that she felt like she needed to share some things with me. The details were hardly arousing and to a large degree unpleasant. In a lot of ways I was able to draw parallels to my own earlier sexual history, but perhaps not to extreme she had experienced. 

She went into more detail then she had shared with me earlier. Then she came to her first and only female lover before she met me. If her prior experiences were upsetting, this was even more so. Apparently this woman was "encouraged" by her husband to find another woman for his little threesome fantasies. The woman wasn't really into other women but went along to please her domineering husband. 

This all led to a single, unsatisfying tryst between Heather and the woman, and two largely disastrous attempts at a threesome with the husband. The husband, as it turns out, had desires and fantasies that far out ranged his capabilities and stamina in the bedroom. For the most part, both the husband and wife were duds in the bedroom and their plans for Heather being their "love slave" were mostly for naught. Heather had been avoiding the woman, who was a client at the gym, since their last encounter. The woman had repeatedly tried to entice her back with claims of how her hubby had gotten the "little blue pills" and everything would be better. Needless to say Heather could not be coaxed back, little blue pills or not. Her experience with the couple had definitely left a bad taste in her mouth in regards to them, and the general concept of threesomes in general.

I started off telling her my early history, emphasizing the similarities between some of my lovers and hers. After hearing her tale I was somewhat hesitant to tell her my recent history but decided to do so and try to put a positive spin on something which had clearly just involved the wrong people. I told her all about Jim and Sharon, Mike and Amy, and my other friends, acquaintances, and lovers at the nudist camp. I left out the details of the night spent with Ken and Lynn, not sure she was ready to hear about something that "kinky." I also detailed the differences between the kind of relationships and experiences I shared with them and what she had experienced with the "couple from hell," as she referred to them.

Before I was done, she was making comments that made it clear to me that she may be more than a little bit interested in sharing the kind of life I was beginning to build. Rather then be repulsed by my recent experiences, I could feel the growing excitement that she felt upon hearing about what my life had become. She was enthralled when I told her that Jim and Sharon knew all about Heather and that they had heartily agreed with and blessed my desire to date and get to know her better. I made it clear that I considered them more than just my "recreational lovers." I told her I felt a strong and hopefully permanent bond with them but also said that that did not necessarily preclude other lovers in my life. I told her that exclusivity was just not part of the kind of relationship we shared. I think that comment really got her head spinning. 

She said there was something she had to ask me. I told her to go on, ask away.

"When you came earlier... you know... you got really wet."

"Uhhhh yea," I replied. "I should have warned you about that. I kinda forgot."

"Oh no! I liked it. It's just that... I wanted to know... what... I mean... you know," she stuttered. 

I decided to help her out, realizing what it was that she wanted to know. "No, I didn't pee. I'm a squirter. That wasn't pee. That was what you wanted to know, isn't it?"

"Yea, I guess so. I mean it really turned me on. There was so much. I've heard of female ejaculation of course, but that was the first... you know... first time I actually experienced it. There's something else I need to tell you," she added.

"OK, what's that?" I inquired.

"When you came..." she was shy again. "I did too. I mean I had an orgasm. Not like the big one earlier, but I was just so turned on. I wasn't even touching myself. Well... maybe a little, but just mainly rubbing my legs together."

"I'm glad I was able to inspire you to such heights of passion," I replied, giggling with her. 

"That's never happened to me before. I was just so into what was happening, into the moment I guess you could say. Here's the funny thing though," she said, stopping, as if to collect her thoughts.

"This is kinda embarrassing," she admitted.

"Go on, you should have figured out by now that anything is fair game to share with me. There's not a single thing that you can say to me that should make you feel embarrassed," I said, trying to reassure and support her. At the same time I was so pleased that she seemed to be opening up to me.

"Well... when you were cumming... and squirting into my mouth," she said, halting again.

"Yes, go on."

"In my head... at least... I thought it... it might be pee," she said, obviously struggling to get the words out. "I think that might have been... been part of the reason... the reason I came when you did. Does that disgust you?"

"No sweetie, not at all," I replied, trying to make my words as soothing as possible. Her admission had obviously taken a lot out of her and she was clearly in need of my support and understanding. That sort of revelation was something new and out of character for her. I ran my fingers through her hair and kissed her sweetly. I could see the relief in her face. 

"Is that one of those fantasies I mentioned earlier, the kind we keep buried deep and have a hard time admitting even to ourselves?" I asked.

"Yea, I guess so," she said, sheepishly.

"Well, why don't we save that topic for another time? We can talk about it more when we are both up for a more in depth conversation. Just remember this; my philosophy is that lovers should be able to share anything and everything with each other, even if it's embarrassing. That's what separates a lover from a fuck buddy, the intimacy and sharing of ourselves," I said, staring into her eyes and once again I found myself getting lost in them.

"Is that what we are, lovers?" she asked. I could see something close to a need for acceptance in her eyes.

"I hope so," I replied before closing in for a longer, more passionate kiss. 

"Mmmmm," she moaned. "I like the sound of that... lovers. I like it a lot."

The balloon had finally deflated and we had talked ourselves out. The conversation slowly ground down and we finally agreed to get some sleep. The night was going to be way too short as it was, and I knew I would be dragging the following day at work. Whatever the cost, the time spent with Heather was well worth it. We rearranged ourselves on the pallet and I fell asleep with Heather spooned behind me, her firm breasts pressed against my back, her sparse patch of pubic hair tickling my ass, and her strong arm and leg draped over me. I felt a contentment and happiness that I had never experienced in my dreary little apartment, as I fell into exhausted slumber. 

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I awoke to the most marvelous sensation. It took a moment for me to become cognizant of what it was. Heather's arm was draped over me and her hand softly cupped my right breast. My turgid nipple was pressed into the palm of her hand. I felt the warmth of her body molded into my back and her breath was soft against my neck. I simply laid there and languished in the joy of sharing my bed with my new lover.

As I laid there and absorbed the sensations, my mind wandered back to the events of the previous night. I felt my pussy throb sympathetically as the erotic memories rolled through me. It was definitely a "warm and fuzzy" moment for me. 

I rolled over and looked at the alarm clock and saw that it was 6:00. I had set it for 6:30 when we were laying out the pallet. I decided that I was more than happy to lay there and enjoy the warmth and embrace of my new lover for a few more minutes. Just as I thought that, I felt Heather stir behind me. 

"Good morning lover," she whispered softly in my ear. "I still like the sound of that... lover. It makes me feel warm inside."

I rolled over and embraced her, our arms and legs wrapped around each other in a hug. "Yea, it is nice, isn't it?" I replied. 

"Mmmm Hmmm," she moaned in response and our lips met in our first kiss of the new day. 

"I could use some coffee, how about you?" I asked.

"Uhhhh yea," she murmured. "I just hate to move. This is so nice, but my bladder has other ideas."

"You go first and I'll get the coffee started." 

My mind was lost in thoughts of the previous night, as I set up the coffee pot. I was at that "what does it all mean?" stage in regards to Heather. My thoughts were interrupted by the soft sound of bare feet behind me. I turned and my heart stopped. I saw her approaching, still naked, and the sight of her caused me to stop breathing. 'Gawd, she is gorgeous, how did I get so lucky,' I thought. The light of sunrise was spraying through the windows and it caused her skin to positively glow as she made the short trip across my small living room.

"I borrowed some mouth wash. I hope you don't mind," she said, seemingly unaware of the effect that she had on me. 

I shook myself from my reverie and said, "Mi casa es su casa. I think I can rustle up a spare tooth brush for you."

"That would be great. Is the coffee ready?"

"Not quite. I'll be back in a minute, my turn for the bathroom." 

I had just finished brushing my teeth when she entered the bathroom, carrying two cups of coffee. She was my savior. The cobwebs of sleep were just starting to clear and coffee was just what I needed to finish the job. I thanked her for the coffee with a kiss and her lips tasted of the combination of mint from the mouthwash and the heavier flavor of coffee. I found her a new toothbrush and gave it to her. Just watching her in the simple act of brushing her teeth was enough to cause my heart to skip a beat. 'Get a hold of yourself,' I thought, 'Quit acting like a school girl with her first crush.' I was mystified as to how Heather could have this kind of effect on me. This sort of thing was so out of character for me. 'What is wrong with me?' I wondered.

I again shook myself and realized I didn't have time for this, at least not then. 'Put it away and figure it out later,' I chastised myself. 

After taking another sip of the strong, hot coffee I turned to Heather and asked her if she would like to join me in the shower. After spending my weekends at the camp I had grown accustomed to the idea of communal bathing. Rarely was I ever in the shower alone when I was at the camp. I didn't realize how much it had become ingrained in my domestic life. I had simply begun to take it for granted as part of life when I was with my lovers. I also didn't realize how new an experience it was for Heather. She spun around and looked at me after my question and I could see the excitement in her eyes.

"Yes, I'd like that. I'd like that a lot," she said emphatically.

When the shower was running and water temperature adjusted, we jumped in together. The occasion seemed appropriate for another kiss and the first full body, 'oh my gosh, she feels wonderful' hug of the day.

When we reluctantly parted, she said, "Mmmm Kim, can I ask you something?"

"Sure sweetie, anything," I replied.

"I noticed that last night but we were so wiped out I didn't want to say anything," she said, pointing a long elegant finger at the dildo sitting in the corner of tub enclosure. 

"Ohhh yea, I guess I should have put that away. I'm not used to having company over and it pretty new and I forgot all about it."

"No, that's OK. I was just... curious is all. I mean... I mean do you... do you use it in the shower," she asked, suddenly the bashful Heather that I was starting to grow accustomed to. 

"Yea, that was sorta what I got it for. Let me show you," I said, trying to sound nonchalant and matter of fact as I described my masturbatory habits. I took the dildo and, using the suction cup, stuck it to the wall. 

Heather was wide eyed as she watched me. A sudden recognition of what I was doing, and why, was suddenly evident on her face when she saw the dildo protruding from the tile wall. A broad grin formed when she forced her eyes away from the dildo and looked at me once again.

"I think I get it," she said. "It's awfully big though, isn't it? I mean I never... you know... been with a guy... a guy that big," she finally managed to stammer.

"Well... the reason I chose it was that it is about the same size as my lover Jim," I replied. I could see surprise and more than a little shock on her face as my words sunk in. 

"Wow!" was all that she was capable of saying. 

"Would you like to try it out? I'll let you take it for a test ride." I said.

"Uhhh... uhhh... maybe... I guess... I guess so. You wouldn't mind?"

"No, not at all, it's not a big deal. Like I said earlier, mi casa es su casa," I said, as matter of factly as I was capable of. I tried to not let it show but in reality I was hugely excited. The idea of watching Heather ride the dildo struck a chord in me. "Here, let's use this, its water proof," I added as I reached for the bottle of silicone lube that was buried amongst my collection of shampoos and conditioners in the shower caddy.

"Not a big deal, speak for yourself," she said, followed by a nervous giggle and a glance towards the dildo. 

She watched, amazed as I coated the hard surface of the dildo with lube. I moved on to her pussy and she moaned as I coated her labia with the slick gel. I was rewarded with an even louder groan when my fingers penetrated her and spread the lube inside her pussy.

"What do I do? I mean... I never.... I've never actually used one of these," she stammered. The blush on her face betrayed her embarrassment. "I hate that I come off sounding like I've never done anything. I'm not as innocent as I sound, it's just that most of my experiences have been in my own head." Little did I know how true that statement was. I was anxious to find out just how far reaching her fantasy life was. 

"Don't worry about it, I'll help out," I replied. "Here, turn around and just back up to it," I said as I held her by the shoulders and guided her towards the dildo. "That's good, just bend over a little and I'll help line things up." She responded to my directions and I quickly realized that Heather's taller frame was going to require me to re-position the dildo. I was accustomed to placing it for myself, and not the taller Heather. It only took a few seconds to reattach the suction cup and all was set for Heather's dildo debut. I placed the head of the dildo against Heather's pussy and used my fingers to open her labia so that they were spread around the circumference of the bulbous head. She was all set. 

"OK, just push back now. Take it as slow or as fast as you're comfortable with. You're in charge." She looked up at me, our eyes met, and she smiled nervously. A few things were apparent in her eyes and her look. Her excitement was obvious, but so was a certain amount of anxiety as well. In a flash it occurred to me that the idea of "being in charge" was not something that she was real comfortable with. I quickly decided to see if a little verbal prompting might help. 

"Go on, push back. Take that monster dick in your pussy. You know you want it, don't you?" She nodded and I saw a look of relief flash across her face as her hips began to move backwards slowly. I realized that was all it took to help her overcome her anxiety and what I was quickly coming to see as her need to have some control, no matter how slight, exerted over her. She was like a boulder sitting on a precipice, just waiting for the slightest nudge to send it rolling over the edge. While I was not real experienced in the role of Domme, I didn't really see her as needing that. Her need for control was much more subtle than that, but at the same time I could see it as an area for further exploration that quite frankly left me more than a little excited. 

Meanwhile, as all these thoughts was flying through my head at the speed of sound, Heather's progress in accepting the dildo was slow and obviously involved some discomfort. I tried to encourage her, "Just relax, don't tighten up... just let it flow into you."

"I've never... been so full... stretched," she mumbled through tightly pressed lips. I could see the look of concentration on her face. 

"Do you want to stop? You don't have to do this if it's uncomfortable," I re-assured her. 

"NO! I want it... need it. Sorta weird... love it and hate it... at the same time," she grunted. No sooner had the words left her mouth then she lunged back on the dildo, burying its full length in her pussy. She cried out in what sounded like a mixture of pain and pleasure. My own pussy spasmed in sympathy, as I imagined what the dildo must have felt like slamming into her cervix. 

I slid down to my knees in front of her, my face almost level with her. Our eyes met again and I saw a wildness in them that I had never seen before. I was concerned at first and then recognized the look. It was something I had come to recognize in myself lately. It was the hunger, the need, the passion that was ignited and could only be quenched by one thing. I stretched forward and our lips met in a wild, passionate and lusty kiss. All the while, her hips had assumed a slow, but increasing pace, on the dildo. For the first time I took in the rest of her. I loved the way her firm breasts swayed slightly with her thrusts. Her nipples were so hard they seemed ready to burst. I also noticed her hand at her crotch, obviously busily stroking her clit. I reached out and rolled it between my fingers. This resulted in a passionate groan from Heather and a guttural "YES!" Her pace was continuing to accelerate and wet sound of her plunging the dildo into herself as well as her ass slapping against the tile echoed in the shower enclosure. Not only did her tempo increase, but so did the power of her thrusts until I was almost worried that Heather may hurt herself. Never had I ever attempted to use the dildo this aggressively and I was sure that it would have pushed its way into my uterus if I had. 

My mind flashed to the image of Jim aggressively pounding his cock into me in this manner. He had always been relatively gentle with me and I couldn't help but imagine what this sort of sex would be like with him. The thought both excited and scared me. 

My treatment of Heather's nipples increased in intensity as I kept pace with her fucking of the dildo. I progressed from gently rolling them with my fingers to rougher treatment. She didn't seem to mind one bit and her moans and groans encouraged me to continue. I was pulling, twisting, and pinching them in time to her thrusts. Her fingers also seemed to be flying over her clit with increased speed and force. I looked back at her face and I saw a familiar look in her eyes. Just as I noticed the previous night, she had reached a sort of pre-orgasmic plateau. Heather was on the edge, waiting for a small spark to push her over the edge. The realization that I was that spark came to me in a sudden moment of clarity and insight. That realization excited me greatly, and I felt my pussy unconsciously spasm as a result. I decided to go with it and do some experimenting to learn more about this quirk of my new lover. 

"Are you ready to cum darling?" I asked.

"Yesss, please," she squealed.

"You need me to tell you, don't you?" I said, watching for a reaction on her face as well as her words.

Her face lit up in a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. "Yes... I know I'm terrible... kinky... hard to explain," she gasped in time with the rapid pummeling of her pussy on the shaft which created her predicament.

"Don't worry about it. We all have our own quirks. I know I do too," I replied.

"Really?" she inquired, the shock evident in her face. I saw it then. Not only was she relieved that I hadn't rejected her because of her "kink," she also was shocked by my easy acceptance of it. Heather's need for control was something that she had always felt the need to hide and now that it was not only out in the open, but accepted by a caring lover, resulted in something that was almost an epiphany for her. She had already written off the previous night as a one time thing and was sure that I had not caught on to her "quirk." It had just been part of their sex play and she was sure it was not sufficient to "out her."

All these thoughts flooded through Heather's mind and only served to ratchet her lust to an even higher level. I saw this and recognized her need. I met Heather's lips in another passionate kiss and upon breaking the kiss I whispered into her mouth, "Cum... cum for me... now... cum hard!"

Heather's immediate scream of release echoed off the shower tile. My fingers pulled hard and simultaneously pinched hard on her nipples. This was like lighting a fuse and Heather came harder than she could ever recall. Her orgasm seemed to bounce around inside her, receding and building over and over again. The pain being delivered by my fingers morphed into scalding white flashes of pleasure. Her pussy muscles spasmed and contracted around the rigid shaft buried in her cunt.

Heather's legs turned to rubber and I guided and slowed her collapse into the bottom of the tub. Heather gasped as she felt the dildo sliding from her pussy, leaving her feeling empty and hollow. In addition, her collapse moved her back into the flow of the shower. She was forced to move by the needle like spray landing on her overly sensitive nipples and clit. She ended up rolling onto her side, her head in my lap while she gasped for breath and came down from her orgasmic high. 

"Thank you," she said, her eyes gleaming up at me. "I feel like I need to explain, I'm so embarrassed."

"Later, we'll talk later, when we have more time. I have a feeling this isn't going to be a short conversation. OK?" I replied, trying to give her my most sympathetic smile. "Beside, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. Trust me on that, OK?" 

The smile and the bashful "OK" I got in response to my statement warmed my heart and made me love her just a little more. 

"As much as I hate being a mood killer, I do need to get moving. I have an early meeting. You can go back to bed if you want but I need to get ready. Can you stand on your own?"

"Mmmmm, I think so. Maybe," she said. "I do have a class to teach this morning, then school and then back to the gym and I'm not looking forward to it. Can you drop me off back at the gym on your way to work?" 

"Yes, my office is not far out of the way. You'll survive, I promise," I replied, trying to be sympathetic.

We washed each other and the feel of her hands on my breasts and ass was almost enough to make me say the hell with work and drag her back into bed. When I washed her, I tried to stay away from her breasts and pussy because I was certain they would be more than a little tender. It was obvious that Ms. Heather was quickly becoming a devotee' to the practice of communal bathing. 

She got me a fresh cup of coffee while I got ready for work. She simply threw on the wrinkled outfit she wore the previous night on our "date" and said that she would sneak in the back door of the gym so no one would see her. She didn't bother with make-up, but then in my opinion she really didn't need much. She had fresh work out gear to change into at the gym that she could change into when she got to work. In some ways, I wished my life was so simple.

Heather could not resist ribbing me a little about the suit I was wearing to the office. It suddenly occurred to me that at least in that regard we came from different worlds. Just the few years difference in our ages, in addition to my professional experience, was enough to put us into two totally different spheres. I could remember being her at one point in my life, or at least someone very much like her. I was full of wonder and hopes, wide-eyed and optimistic. I liked to think that I hadn't lost all of that but I also knew that real life had, at least to some degree, tempered that outlook. On one hand I knew I wasn't going to be the first female CEO of a major corporation under the age of 30, but at the same time my recent professional success had at least raised my level of optimism to some degree. Besides, my recent turn about in my personal life was more than enough to counter any and all issues on the professional side of my life. Yes, the glass was definitely half full, and maybe even a little more than half. 

As we rode in my car to drop off Heather, I squeamishly raised the question of whether Heather wanted to make plans to see each other again. I think, based on her reaction, that she was relieved that I had brought it up. I immediately recognized that, even though we were both women, the same old games applied to bringing that topic up. In other words, was it a one night stand and was she going to get the same old "I'll give you a call." I didn't really think this was the case with Heather, but there was a certain degree of uncertainty simply because it hadn't been discussed. I think it was a relief, as much to her, as much as it was to me, that it was out in the open. Her smile definitely indicated that she was happy I had asked. 

We thereupon started to work on schedule negotiations. She said she had a test the following day, and that tonight was out, but that she would check her work schedule and give me a call at work and we would go from there. In a way, I was relieved. As busy as my weekends had been lately, weekday romps were a rarity in my life and I sincerely doubted I could handle two in a row, especially with everything I had going on at work. At the same time, I was saddened by the fact that I wouldn't be sharing a bed with Heather again that evening. Somehow, the idea of sleeping alone was even more depressing than it had been before. 

Heather said goodbye to me when I dropped her off at the gym with a lingering, tender, sweet kiss. It lacked the passion of our earlier kisses, but it was very enjoyable in its own way. After she got out, she stuck her head back in the window and said, "By the way lover, thank you for the best night of my life." She blew me a kiss and happily skipped off before disappearing in the employee entrance at the back of the gym.

I barely had time to grab a cup of coffee at work before rushing into a staff meeting. The meeting ran long, as usual, and it was almost lunch time before I got back to my office. A voicemail from Heather, and two from Sharon awaited me, as well as an email from Sharon asking me to call her. The sound of Sharon's voice was warm and reassuring. There was definitely a "comfort factor" in our relationship. The sound of Heather's voice, on the other hand, resulted in a shudder running through my body and a quick spasm in my pussy. She fed the passionate side of my personality in a way that Sharon did not, at least not to the same degree. I suppose in some ways the two complemented each other and left me a more complete and happy person. Sharon was mother, sister, and best friend. While the sex we shared was certainly passionate, there was also a comfort and dependability factor to it. Heather, on the other hand, lit a fuse in me that led straight to my pussy. While I certainly cared for her, perhaps even loved her, the overriding emotion that characterized our relationship was pure, unadulterated lust. 




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I had a few urgent business calls and emails to take care of so it was lunch time before I could return their calls. I called Sharon first. She was all a-twitter and wanted to know how my date with Heather went. She reminded me a big sister asking for details of a first date. Although it was lunch time and the office was largely empty, I didn't really want to go into a lot of detail with Sharon at work. Other than using some generalities like "it went well," and "we hit it off" I begged off on the more detailed explanation I knew she wanted. I told her I would call her later that night and fill her in on the rest. I think she realized I was short on privacy and accepted my suggestion.

Before we hung up she said she had one other thing to discuss. She said that Jim and several of his male friends from the camp had decided on a boy's road trip to go fishing for the weekend. Their spouses and significant other's had gotten together and decided to get together for a "pajama party" at Sharon's house. Sharon said she had assumed I would be attending but considering the recent events in my life she thought she had better check. I was a little perplexed by the idea of an adult sleep over and when I asked about it, she sort of giggled and said to think in terms of "an all girl swing party." That certainly piqued my interest and I told her so. Then my mind flashed back to Heather and I asked Sharon if I could bring her. She responded, "of course, I was hoping you'd bring her so that I can meet her." 

I told her that Heather and I hadn't really made any plans but we were planning on planning, so to speak. I wasn't really sure if she was ready for a trip to the camp yet, much less the kind of party Sharon was planning, but that I would spell it all out for her and see if she was up for it. I pretty much left it there, promising to call Sharon back and let her know whether to plan on us both attending, just me, or neither of us. Sharon said she understood and reassured me that she could live with any of the three possibilities. Obviously, she added, she would be much happier if we both came up for the weekend.

After I explained that was my preference as well, we said our goodbyes and ended the call with a promise to talk later and mutual "love you's." I sat there and let my conversation with Sharon sink in for a minute before calling Heather. I decided to hold off on proposing a trip to the camp until we could talk later that night... first things first. 

I realized this was a sort of tipping point for how our relationship would develop. The central question of that was whether she would be able to integrate into the other parts of my life, specifically my life at the camp. The fact that I was planning on moving to the camp in a few weeks made that issue even more poignant. I hadn't really given much thought to this before hand, but then I hadn't really planned on falling for her as hard as I had. Our relationship, which was really less than 24 hours old, was still mainly a series of unknowns. I was at that point where I full of optimism but past experiences told me that I may be just as likely to be setting myself up for the fall. I called Heather at work and I had to wait for someone to fetch her to the phone. My call to Heather went well, and we agreed to "get together and hang out" again on Thursday. She also informed me that she could get the weekend off from work if I didn't have any plans, starting on Friday. I let that twist around in my head for a minute. I just said that there was more I needed to talk to her about and asked that I would either talk to her at the gym or later on the phone. I did confirm that she was working that evening but she said that she had to run home to study after work. I assured her that I understood and would just have to wait until Thursday. I did say that my bed would be lonely without her and she seemed glad to hear that.

After saying our goodbyes we hung up with promises to talk again later. On an impulse, I got up, marched into my boss's office and asked if it would be OK if I took a day of vacation on Friday. Ellen looked at me flatly, and then said that it was too short a notice to request vacation. I was suddenly disappointed. She then smiled at me, giggled and said that he thought I might deserve a little comp time though. That sort of evolved into a conversation about my replacement and that Ellen thought my comp day may be a good opportunity to see how she did on her own and evaluate her progress. I agreed that she was ready for a little test and offered that I would be available on my cell phone if any real crisis developed. Ellen suggested that I go check in with my new boss in sales, Carl, as a courtesy, since I was now on his payroll. I told her I would do so and that actually the day off was a sort of relocation day anyway. 

My new boss, a very easy going guy, gladly approved the comp day and asked me to sit down and discuss my transition into my sales job. He seemed pleased that Friday was a chance to test my replacement. He was anxious to get me into my new role as quickly as possible. Apparently, some issues resulting from the vacant position were starting to arise. He said that he was personally handling them but that he needed me in place as soon as possible. I told him he needed to talk to my old boss but I thought another week spent training my replacement would be plenty of time. I also went over my relocation plans and that I was planning on spending at least part of my day off shopping for my new "sales wardrobe." I think he was glad that I was talking things in hand and making progress on my own to ready myself for the new job so that I could hit the ground running. 

The rest of the day was a total blur and when I finally looked up at the wall clock it was 5:30. I sent my replacement home, finished up a few things, decided I was at a good stopping point, and was out the door a little after 5:45. I went straight to gym and was glad to be able to shift my thoughts to my personal life. I started to make some plans in my mind and although Heather's agreement was part of those plans I was truly excited. Actually, I came up with a couple of different plans, depending on how things went with her. It seems that my professional life was starting to spill over into my personal. Contingency planning was becoming a regular part of my life.

When I arrived at the gym I could see Heather across the room, attending to another client. She saw me too and we exchanged smiles. What I really wanted to do was rush to her and give her a big ole, breath stopping kiss, but I forced myself to remain calm. I managed to go to the locker room and change. I saw the plug in the bottom of my bag and decided it had been neglected of late. It was soon lubed and safely buried in my bottom. It had been several days since anything had stretched my ass and it took me a while to get it in place. 

Heather saw me leave the locker room and enter the main work out area. She held up a finger, indicating that she would be with me in a minute. I acknowledged her and made my way over to the exer-cycles and began my warm up. I was really getting into the warm burn in my thighs and pressure of the plug in my ass, oblivious to my surroundings, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned quickly and saw Heather standing there next to me, her beautiful smile directed at me. 

"Ready for your work out?" she asked. I nodded and slipped off the bike to follow her into the weight area.

My workout was not really that much different than those from the time before Heather had become more than just my trainer. Perhaps her hands lingered a little longer and perhaps there may have been just the most subtle hint of a caress, but for the most part she was her usual professional self. Not that I really minded. The change in our relationship definitely made the work out a more enjoyable experience for me, and her as well, I thought. I was happy to be spending time with her, in bed and out. She made a couple of complimentary comments about how I was already making progress. My self deprecating self simply wrote that off as her being nice and doing her job of trying to keep me motivated. I did feel a bit stronger and more able to handle to weights and was a little shocked to see that I had moved up a few pounds in the amount I was easily able to lift. When I finished Heather sent me off to the showers and told me she would be getting off in a few minutes and would talk to me before I left. She trotted off to her next client and I again couldn't help staring hungrily at her perfect ass. 

After taking a shower and removing and stowing the plug back in my bag I started to head towards the Jacuzzi, as had become my ritual. I walked past the scales and thought 'what the heck," and stepped on. I was amazed to see that I had lost another two pounds in the past week. I took a look in the mirror and couldn't really see a huge difference in my body. Perhaps I was a little firmer here and there, but my overall shape was the same. 

I was reflecting on this when Heather's now familiar shape slipped into the tub across from me. I could certainly appreciate her as much now as before we had become lovers, perhaps even more so. My pussy spasmed when I saw her, just like the first time I had looked on her naked form. I explained my quandary about my weight loss and she said that was not unusual when you were replacing fat mass with muscle mass. It suddenly occurred to me that I had been eating less and more healthy food lately. Apparently a steady sex life was having a good effect on my diet as well. It had been weeks since I had had a chocolate craving. When I shared this with Heather she just smiled and said that chocolate was a replacement for love with a lot of women. It had something to do with brain chemistry, she explained. Chocolate had a chemical in it that produced a similar reaction to love. She also quoted some sort of scientific study that had shown that exercise has a beneficial effect on libido, something to do with exercise stimulating testosterone production in women. She was certainly a font of information. 

"OK, I guess that if I have to choose between sex and chocolate, I'll take sex," I said, smiling at Heather.

"Me too," she said and then looked around quickly to see if anyone could over hear her before adding, "Especially if it's the kind of sex I had last night... and this morning." I had to voice my agreement to that sentiment. 

She smiled again and our eyes met. I saw the passion in them and knew that I wasn't the only one that was having a hard time controlling myself in public. She put a voice to that idea when she whispered, "I suppose I really need to reward you tomorrow night for working out so hard."

"I'll be looking forward to that," I replied, the lust seemingly dripping from my words. She definitely had the motivational program figured out. 

"How do you feel?" I asked. I had noticed her grimace slightly when she got in the Jacuzzi. 

"I feel like I lost my virginity all over again," she said, giggling. "And my nipples feel like they got dragged over asphalt."

"I was afraid that you had maybe overdone it a little," I said.

"Mmmmm, no, it was definitely worth it. It was one of the best sexual experiences of my life. But then, I keep saying that about every sexual experience I have had since I met you. I have a feeling that I have a ways to go before that stops."

"Well, as long as you see it that way, I guess it's OK. I was just concerned, but I'm definitely all for the idea of 'a ways to go'," I said, smiling back at her as she caught the meaning of my reference. 

"I'm just glad I have tonight to recover. I need it. I guess I need to develop a little more endurance, or whatever you want to call it," she said, grinning widely. There are some parts of my body that I have discovered are less fit than others. 

"Hey, sometimes being a slut can be a tough job," I said jokingly. 

"Is that how you see yourself? A slut?" she asked, obviously thinking in terms of the negative social connotations of the word. I suppose I opened a door that needed to be addressed. Our light hearted banter took on a more serious tone as a result of her comment.

"I don't really get hung up on labels," I responded, "Call me a sensual hedonist, sexual adventurer, bon vivant... or slut. Sex is sex and love is love. I try to keep the two separate when appropriate, and combined when I am lucky. Some really good friends only recently taught me that. What it really comes down to is that I have learned to reject Victorian conventions on how I choose to express and enjoy my sexuality. Face it, most of our society is pretty screwed up and hypocritical when it comes to sex, especially in how women fit into all of that. Ask yourself this, what is the equivalent term for a male slut, a stud? It doesn't quite have the same negative connotations does it? A lot of women like to think of themselves as liberated at work, but in the bedroom they are just as inhibited as their great grandmothers. See my point?" I finally let myself wind down from my monologue and climbed down from my soap box. 

I really hadn't intended to unload on Heather like that, but I thought I needed to get my outlook on sex out in the open in the beginning. Heather sat and reflected on my words for a while. I had obviously hit her with a lot and it took her a while to digest it all. 

"Yes, I see your point, and to be honest I guess that is something I have struggled with as well. It's nice to see someone else's viewpoint for a change. That sort of philosophy isn't something you see very often, but it makes sense to me. I'm glad you shared it with me."   

"OK, so what is it that you wanted to talk to me about," she asked, changing the subject. She obviously needed more time to think about what I said. However, she seemed to be almost quivering with anticipation as she asked.

"Well, I told you about my lovers Sharon and Jim that live at the nudist camp, right."

"Yeahhhh?" she moaned. I watched closely for any sign of jealousy and was relieved to see none. In fact, if anything, all I saw was an increase in her level of excitement. 

"Well, she called today. She was dying to hear about how our evening went. I didn't get into details, at least not yet. Do you mind if I talk to her about you?"

"No, I don't think so. After all, I guess we do have you in common and you have told me things about her as well."

OK, well she wants to meet you and have you come for a visit. As a matter of fact, she's hosting a party this weekend and wanted me to invite you," I explained.

"Well, that's interesting. A little scary, but interesting," Heather replied.

"There's nothing to be scared about, I promise."

"OK, so what kind of party is this going to be?"

I went into detail about how the guys were leaving for the weekend and what she could expect from the party. I finished up by saying, "Look, my guess is this is going to turn into a girl on girl orgy, to be totally honest." Heather's eyes shot open in surprise. "But here's the thing, you won't be expected to do anything you're not comfortable with. No one is going to force you to do anything that you're not ready for."

Heather sat quietly and reflected for a moment. Her eyes met mine, she smiled, and asked, "But what if I want to be forced?"

"Well, that would be different," I responded merrily. "I don't have to give her an answer right now, just think it over and if you have questions we can get them answered when we see each other tomorrow. If I don't know the answers, Sharon will, and we can give her a call. Good enough?"

"Yea, that's good. I do admit it does sound exciting and maybe a little less scary than when you first mentioned it."

"Hey, you are supposed to be studying," I said, changing the subject again. 

"Yea, I know, but sitting here with you, talking is a lot more fun that studying kinesiology."

"Whatever that is," I replied. Get your butt moving and give me a call later during a study break.

"Uhhhhmmmm Kim?" She looked around again to see if anyone was within ear shot.

"Do you think... that maybe..." she whispered and was suddenly back in her shy, stuttering persona again. "Maybe you could give me the kind of help..." she emphasized the word help. "The kind of help you gave me last night and this AM if I call you during a study break?" The final bit rushed out of her mouth as if she was trying to get it out before her courage ran out. 

I simply smiled at her and said, "Sure honey, any time. It would be my pleasure." 

Her beatific smile warmed my heart and I leaned in to give her a quick, chaste peck. 

"One more thing before you make me go home and be a good lil student."

"Yes?"

"Do you still have your old car for sale?"

"Yes," I responded. The reality of it was that with everything going on lately I hadn't even had a chance to do anything about selling it. 

"Well, one of the girls that just started working here as a towel girl is looking for an inexpensive car." Would you mind talking to her about it before you leave? Apparently the girl, Jan, was one of Kim's friends from school and was on the cheer leading squad with her.

I agreed and we jumped out, dried off, and dressed. Jan was working the late shift and after introducing us, Heather left and I worked out plans to meet Jan the following day and show her the car and let her test drive it. 

Jan seemed nice, although young. I learned later that she was a freshman. She definitely fit the cheer leader mold. She did seem a little bit of the bubble head, that thankfully, Heather was not.

My drive home was characterized by a jumble of thoughts and images bouncing around in my head. Heather, the new job, Jim and Sharon, the upcoming weekend, my upcoming evening with Heather, and selling my car were only a few of the things that rumbled inside my cranium. One issue did get resolved. I decided that part of the windfall from selling my car would go towards paying down my recent credit card excesses. I didn't want to go down the same path as some of my friends and become enslaved to the credit card companies. The rest would be play money, well, not entirely. I did plan on using some of it for my new wardrobe, but shopping was shopping and it was all play. I chastised myself for counting my chickens before they hatched and decided I needed to wait until I closed the deal on the car before spending the money. However, I did modify my contingency plans somewhat to include making sure that the money didn't burn a hole in my pocket. 

Dinner was some tuna salad. I had brought some work home with me and I guess I got lost in it. The phone rang and it was Heather. She said she had been thinking about the weekend ever since we had parted and was having a hard time concentrating. She said she needed to make a decision now so that she could concentrate on studying. She had already committed to an all-nighter and was a little hyped up on coffee. 

I told her I understood and that it hadn't been that long ago since I had had a similar reaction to my first weekend at the camp. I told her to fire away with her questions. It quickly became clear that her decision making process had already taken her beyond "if" and on to more practical details of "who, what and how."

Some of her questions were a little comical, such as "what do I wear?" I simply told her to not worry about wardrobe at a nudist camp, and besides I was taking her shopping on Friday before we left. When she objected, I told it was a finder's fee for help find a buyer for my car. Besides, it wasn't like she would need a lot. That helped assuage her issues to some degree.

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Finally, after her rapid fire questions slowed to a halt, I just came out and asked her, "Do you want to go, yes or no?" 

Her response was clear and well thought out. "Yes, with one condition."

"And that is?" I asked.

"At the party, we'll be there as a couple. You can do whoever and whatever you want, but I reserve the option to just sort of tag along and watch."

"Would you rather I just watch with you?" I asked.

"No! Definitely not. I wouldn't want to be the cause of you missing out of a chance to play with your friends. Besides, I think it would be hot watching you with someone else, as long as I get you afterwards. Maybe, if nothing else, I'll help out a little." I could hear her smile over the phone as she said that final bit. I definitely got the impression that the "option" of just watching was not cast in stone, but rather, her fall back position. 

"OK, I'm fine with all of that as long as you realize you have the right to change your mind. If you can't handle the party, or anything else, just let me know and we'll talk about it and decide what to do and where to go from there. OK?"

"Yes, that's more than OK, thank you Kim. You're so sweet to me."

"You're welcome Heather. OK, is there anything else? We can talk about the rest tomorrow. Can you go back to studying now?"

"Yes, just one more thing," she said, the timbre of her voice softening. 

"What's that?"

"Remember the help I mentioned? Well, I am so fucking horny right now I can't believe it. Between thinking about you and this weekend, I'm about to melt." I was a little shocked. It was the first time I had ever heard Heather speak so crudely. In a way it was turn on for me.  

"Yes, I remember of course. What do you want me to do?" 

"Just tell me what to do. Can you do that?" she asked.

"Yes sweetie, I think I'm capable of that," it was my turn to smile as I replied to her request. 

I can't say that it was the most eloquent sexual experience of my life but the proper conclusion was reached, rather quickly as a matter of fact. One thing I will say is that the experience forced Heather to be more vocal with me. Non-vocal phone sex is a little boring. Once I thought she was close to orgasm I gave her the requisite permission and she popped off with a small but satisfying orgasm that seemed to be just what the doctor ordered. I took it easy on her because I knew she was sore, but still managed to fan her flames into a happy ending. 

She was very grateful and repeatedly promised to "make it up to me," tomorrow night. As we were rapping up our conversation, I told her to go get another cup of coffee and get back to the books.

She responded with a demure "yes Ma'am, whatever you say Ma'am" that left me wondering if it was more than a small joke. Time would tell, time would tell.

After hanging up with Heather I remembered that I had promised to call Sharon. She started off by drilling me for the details about Heather. I gave her a blow by blow account and she frequently came back at me with follow up questions that sought more explicit details. To be honest, it turned into a pretty raunchy conversation that was just short of phone sex. Who says that women don't talk dirty? It was as close to a "locker room conversation" as I have ever had with a woman. In many ways, I found the experience rather refreshing, especially since I was able to bounce some of my ideas and impressions about Heather off of Sharon. She basically agreed with my conclusions but gave me a few other things to consider. I made note of those and decided to include them in the conversation that I was planning to have with Heather that had been taking form in my head.

I went on to give Sharon the readers digest version of my conversation about the weekend and party. She was thrilled to hear that we were coming. I explained heather's "condition" and that led to a hearty chuckle from Sharon. Her response was "We'll see how well her condition stands up. I seem to recall a similar condition at your first party. That didn't last long either, did it?"

I agreed with her and said I had some doubts as well. I finished up telling her about Jan and what I had planned for Friday. I asked her about the "pajama party" theme and she said that they usually turned into more of a lingerie party, the sexier the better. I was good with that idea and explained that if the sale of the car went through I planned on making a swing by the lingerie store anyway. I had some ideas as to what I wanted to do about my professional as well as some play lingerie wardrobe. We discussed these and Sharon expressed her regret that she wouldn't be able to join me for the shopping expedition. We agreed to remedy that in the near future. 

It was getting late and we finally said our goodbyes and "love you's" and hung up. My conversations with both Heather and Sharon were more than satisfactory in fanning the flames of my own excitement. I hadn't felt the need to use my toys since the previous week. That situation was quickly resolved as I dove deep into the toy drawer. In one way it was sort of gratifying to concentrate on my own needs without the need to focus on a lover. Masturbation had grown to be more than just a sort of consolation prize. It had become an integral part of my sexual repertoire that was just as fulfilling as that with a lover in its own way. 

30 minutes later I was crying out my release. My nipples throbbed in the grip of my favorite clamps, a nice chunky dildo was stretching my quivering pussy, and my trusty egg did its job on my clit. It wasn't the best masturbatory orgasm I had experienced, but it served its purpose well. The after affects of the session with Heather were not going to allow for the sort of slow gradual buildup I usually prefer. However, it was enough to allow me a good night's sleep which quickly enshrouded me following my climax. 

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I woke up earlier than normal on Thursday. I must have slept well, because I wasn't sleepy at all. That was something else I had noticed of late. Apparently my more active sex life and exercise program had reduced my requirement for sleep. I often awoke before my alarm clock. Maybe I was just getting better quality sleep. I started my morning routine and as I headed toward the shower I thought of the scene that had taken place there the previous morning with Heather. I doubted that I could ever shower without thinking of it. The memory left my nipples hard and my pussy more than a little squishy as I stepped into the warm spray.

I saw the suction cup dildo that I had begun to think of as "Big Jim" standing tall and proud where we had left it yesterday and was suddenly happy I had a little extra time. With practiced ease, it was soon buried in my pussy and I took the extra time to slowly bring myself to a long, satisfying orgasm after slowly driving myself to release. The memory of Heather's performance certainly added extra stimulation to my self pleasure and the exuberance with which I thrust onto the phallus was perhaps a bit more energetic than usual. As the steam from the shower enshrouded me and I basked in the glow of my post-orgasmic after shocks, I thought that perhaps I may have some things to learn from her as well. My pussy was just ever so slightly tender from the self administered pounding it had received but I thought that it was definitely more than worth it. 

I got to work a bit early, helped by the fact that I had missed the worst of the morning rush hour. Traffic and commuting was something I was definitely not going to miss after my upcoming move to the camp. 

My replacement trainee came in on time and I broke the news to her about her opportunity to fly solo on Friday. She seemed happy that we trusted her with it and also relieved when I gave her my cell phone number in case she needed it. I reminded her that Ellen was also available in the event there was a major problem. There was nothing on the horizon that I foresaw as a problem for Friday, but then problems were rarely anticipated in my business. 

We had a brief meeting to discuss her "to do" list for Friday before the phones started ringing. We had a new advertising campaign that I had played a major roe in and it was getting ready to roll out. Most of the work had been done and we were just finishing up a few of the minor, last minute details, such as approving media buys. Friday's tasks were mainly a continuation of the work we did on Thursday and I was glad that she wouldn't have to take on anything new. I sent an email to Ellen with my replacements task list for Friday and she asked for both of us to meet with her to go over it. That only took about 15 minutes and Ellen seemed pleased that I had planned out everything so well. 

I even managed to slip out for lunch, for a change. I had a salad and spent the time thinking about the move to the camp. I was only planning on taking my clothes and personal items. My furniture was mostly old and in need of replacement anyway. Jim and Sharon's home was already furnished and, at best, my furniture would just go into storage. I decided to see if I could sell my furniture and add the money to what I had come to think of as my "windfall fund." I decided to mention this to Heather and see if she knew of a worthy student that may need some inexpensive furniture. I didn't keep a lot of food in the kitchen, so that wouldn't be a problem. The few spices and dry goods would easily fit into Sharon's huge kitchen pantry. 

We got everything wrapped up early and I sent my replacement home at around 4:15. I checked out with Ellen and I left a few minutes later in order to meet Jan about the car. I had done a little research on the internet and came up with a ballpark idea of the resale value of my make and model. I was surprised that it was worth as much as it was. Apparently, the current price of gas was helping out. My car was fairly fuel efficient, and I had recently replaced most of the items that could be expected to go out on it in the next few years, including a new set of tires and brakes.

As it turns out, my actual negotiations were mostly with Jan's Dad, via cell phone. I spoke to him while she test drove it. He mainly wanted to know about the maintenance of the vehicle. I had all the receipts for routine maintenance performed, including oil changes. He seemed to be mainly concerned with safety and reliability, rather than cost. A good Dad, I thought. I had been taught well by my own Dad about the importance of maintenance, especially oil changes, and the sales and marketing background kicked in and I basically sold him on those items. While my car was old and not in pristine condition, it was a good car that had served me well and I had no problem convincing Jan's father of that fact. It's always easier to sell a product you believe in.

After the test drive, Jan's Dad asked to talk to her and I handed the phone off to her. They had a short conversation and she helped me close the deal. She thought the car was "cute" and that seemed to be her key issue. Like I said earlier, Jan was a bit of a bubble head. 

The phone was handed back to me and after a brief but intense bit of haggling, we settled on a price that was actually close to the top end of the range I wanted and the deal was done. He agreed to wire the money to my bank and I gave him my ABA and account info. He said he would go ahead and call his bank to send the wire as soon as we hung up and I would have the money in the morning. I agreed to that and said I would make arrangements to meet Jan in the morning and hand off the keys and title to her and I would even deliver it to her after having it washed and detailed. With that, our business was concluded. We thanked each other and said our goodbyes. After that, all I had to do was make arrangements with Jan to meet her on Friday to drop off the car.

I drove the car to a full service car wash and after talking to the manager I arranged to leave it there overnight and pick it up early the next morning. The car wash was only a few blocks from my apartment and I walked home. With the details of the car resolved, my mind shifted to Heather and thoughts of our date that evening. I hadn't really had the time or opportunity to do much in the way of planning. By this time it was already 5:30 and I knew I would have to rush a little to be ready in time. She was supposed to come over to my house at 7:00. On a whim, I stopped into a florist that was around the corner from my apartment and got a bouquet of mixed flowers for Heather. 

I checked the mail when I got home and besides a stack of credit card bills, that I decided to pay off after the wire hit my account, there was also an envelope from American Express. I was a little mystified about this because it obviously wasn't the kind of envelope that you get trying to get you to open an account. I opened it and found a brand new Amex gold corporate card with my name on it. I suddenly remembered the mention of a travel card for business expenses for my new job. 'Wow,' I thought, that would certainly help cut down on my out of pocket business expenses. My future cash flow situation was looking better and better all the time. 

My thoughts returned to Heather as I began to prepare for our date. I was tempted to masturbate to "take the edge off" but I resisted the urge. Besides, I didn't have time for more than just a quickie and I was sure better things would soon be in the offing.

My thoughts largely revolved around the talk I had been planning to have with Heather. I was certain the evening would give us the opportunity for a little "pillow talk." I saw Heather as a bit of a mystery when it came to her sexuality. On the surface she was a bit inexperienced, shy, but very eager. At the same time I saw there was a lot more there, hidden beneath the surface. I sensed that she had a much deeper and extensive fantasy life that her shy exterior kept bottled up. It peeked through occasionally, usually when she let her guard down. This part of her intrigued me and I was fixated on the idea of doing whatever was necessary to help bring it to the surface. I knew this was mainly a matter of trust, and that in turn, was a matter of time. Not only was I thinking of her trust in me, but in herself as well. Sexual confidence was certainly not one of her strengths, but then it hadn't been mine either until recently. I had been there myself and again I saw a lot of my prior self in her. I could definitely empathize with her. Just as Jim and Sharon had helped free that part of my sexuality, I was convinced that I could help her as well. 

My thoughts went back to the trust issue. I knew that was a matter of time and we really didn't have much of a history together to base that trust on. At the same time, things were definitely moving fast and our relationship seemed to be developing quickly.

The issue of time moved my thoughts in another direction. I realized that the upcoming changes in my life, particularly the move and my new job, didn't leave a lot of time for Heather and me. That is, at least in the current configuration of our relationship and living arrangements. I compartmentalized that and decided to save it for after our weekend together. I'd see how things went before bringing that up. After all, we were just "dating" now and I may be putting the cart before the horse, so to speak. That wasn't unusual for me. I often struggled with justifying the logical side of my personality with the urges of my heart, and lately my pussy as well. I chastised myself for doing all my thinking with my pussy and resolved to take a more casual approach to life, at least for a while. 

While showering I took the time to shave: pits, legs, and pussy. I decided a change in pubic hair style was in order but decided to hold off on that. Perhaps Sharon could give me some suggestions.

I broke out the "good" lingerie and chose a matching red lace demi-cup bra and thong and over that went a silk chemise type dress. It would slip on and off easily, and I arranged the bra so that it left my nipples exposed. I hoped that seeing hard nipples under silk had the same impact on Heather that it did on me. I slipped on some matching 3 inch heels that would hopefully get me closer to Heather's height. A quick check in the mirror assured me that I was ready. Hair, check; jewelry, just a single ring, dangly earrings, and a long chain on my neck that led the eyes to my breasts, check; makeup, sexy but not over the top, check; clothes, definitely sexy but not slutty. I'd save slutty for another time, check. 

I decided that we would eat in so that we could have more intimate time together. Besides, my frig was pretty empty, except for some salad fixings and frozen dinners. To be honest, I'm not the greatest cook and with the kind of schedule I keep, survival food was about all I ever kept in the kitchen. I didn't think Heather would be overly impressed by my domestic skills. I decided on Chinese and placed an order to my favorite take out place. I wasn't sure what Heather liked, so I ordered a pretty good variety. I also checked my stock of wine and decided to break out the "good stuff" that I normally saved for the rare occasions I had guests. I definitely thought that Heather deserved the "good stuff." That meant wine with a cork, rather than the stuff in a box that was my normal after work or night cap choice. 

I had finished my personal preparations and moved on to prepare my bedroom for what I hoped would be its extensive use. I set out some candles and arranged the pillows and comforter. I also stashed some towels and wash cloths for later use. Finally, I made sure my toys were laid out, clean and ready. A fresh package of AA batteries solved the later. 

I was just finishing straightening up the living room and arranging the flowers in a vase when there was a knock at the door. She was here! My heart jumped a little in anticipation.

Heather had certainly dressed to impress, and was I ever impressed. I had told her to dress casual, but she was definitely alluring, but then I am biased. She was wearing a slinky satin cami with a scoop neck and a short denim skirt. Her long, gorgeous, muscular legs led down to a pair of cute sandals with a small heel. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra and I couldn't help but wonder if she had foregone any other items of underwear. I was certain I would be finding out soon. Other than that she was just wearing a pearl necklace and matching pearl earrings that had the look of family heirlooms. Her hair was down and loose and brushed across the top of her muscular shoulders. I was definitely taken with her attire and appearance and to be honest, more than a little aroused.

She flowed into my arms after entering my apartment and our lips met in a long, glorious kiss that left my blood boiling. As sweet as the kiss was, it was but a promise of better things to come. When we finally broke the kiss, we simply stood there, looking into each other's eyes, both seeing the mutual lust in them. It was a wonderful moment, but we were jolted back to reality by a knock at the door. Our dinner had arrived. 

I filled Heather in on my dinner plans and she seemed pleased. I think she was happy that I had freed up our schedule by not cooking so as to leave time for other more important matters. I collected the take out, paid the delivery guy, and Heather and I were soon laying out our feast at my small kitchen table. She turned out to be as big a fan of oriental food as I was and we happily shared the meal, chatting between bites about our respective days. She was pleased with the wine and the flowers. 

As we talked, I was reminded of the fact that other than the sex we shared and a few other miscellaneous factoids, I really didn't know that much about her, for example, her preferences in food. It was a stark reminder of how new our relationship was. Even when it came to sex, there were a lot of unknowns. This made me reflect on the fact that it takes more than just sex to be truly compatible with someone. Certainly sex was a major factor, especially for me, but I was hoping for more than just a fuck buddy in Heather, so much more. So far I had seen no major compatibility issues with her, but then we were still so early in our relationship that it was hard to really tell. I knew from past experiences in other failed relationships that the lust of a new relationship often blinded me to those sorts of issues. I resolved to not let that be in the case with her. 

Clean up was quick and efficient, another advantage of the take out. We retired to my tiny living room and I put on some soft rock on the stereo that was more for mood music than anything else. Our conversation continued, we both seemingly avoiding any truly consequential topics. Mainly we just caught each other up about what had gone on in our lives since we had last been together, which had been all of 36 hours. Jobs, school, her test, and the sale of my car were the primary topics. 

When I got around to the car, I explained my plans for the money from it and she seemed excited by the idea of spending a good part of the day Friday shopping with me. When I said something about treating her to a few things for the trip to the camp, that led to me filling her in about my conversation with Sharon the previous night. I could see her excitement increase as random thoughts about a sexual adventure filled in the gaps of what was an otherwise non-sexual discussion. She had brought an overnight bag with her and I said we could stop by her place and pick up anything we needed for the weekend but I thought I had a spare for anything she might need. We could pick up anything else she needed while we were out on Friday. 

Somewhere during all this, after a lull in the conversation, we started to discuss our life plans and goals. This was really the first time we had ever really discussed anything so serious, other than just in passing. She only had a few months until graduation and had not really made any serious plans past that. She had some vague ideas about continuing her education at some point, but the prospect of rolling directly into post-grad education was not really enticing. She said she needed a break from school, for at least a while and had entertained the idea of possibly getting a job and going to school part time. She said that if nothing else came up, she would probably go to work full time at the gym and talk to the owners about stepping up to an entry level management job. 

I told her that I could sympathize with her on that. I had been in pretty much the same quandary when I had graduated. An idea came to mind and I told her I might have a suggestion, but I would get back to her on it later after I did a little research. 

I then went on to fully explain my current situation at work. She knew a few of the details, but not all. The main thing was my relocation to the camp and Jim and Sharon's home. I did explain that I would still be traveling back to the area and hoped to continue seeing Heather as often as possible. That seemed to be a relief to her that I could see it in her eyes and body language. Again, the issue of a future between us raised its head. I still had a few weeks before the move and I wanted to devote as much of that time as possible to getting to know her better, and I told her so. She seemed to be very pleased with this.

The conversation slowed to a slightly uncomfortable halt. We had been sitting close, our thighs and shoulders lightly touching, intimate but not sexual. Hands touched or reached out to each other occasionally whenever a point was being emphasized, but other than that, we could have been two friends chatting. During this lull, a favorite song came on the radio and I looked at Heather, took her hand in my own, and asked if she would like to dance. She readily agreed.

What followed was, to be honest, more than a little awkward. We came together for a slow dance and there was the initial issue of where to put hands and arms and who was going to lead. Her taller stature made her the obvious choice to lead but she seemed to expect me to do so. We finally got it sorted out and we moved together semi-gracefully to the music. We at least managed to keep from stomping on each other's toes. My heels raised me almost to her height, but she was still several inches taller. 

The feeling of our breasts pressed together and legs entwined added a definite eroticism to the dance. Our eyes were locked and I think we both felt a growing heat that was expressed to the other through them. I finally couldn't resist the urge any longer and reached up, pulled her mouth to mine and our lips met in a slow, smoldering kiss. I could taste her lip gloss on my tongue as the intensity of the kiss increased and our tongues joined in a timeless duel.

We hardly noticed when the song ended. Our bodies continued to sway in time to the last strands of music. Finally, the kiss ended and my hunger for her overcame everything else. I needed her and I could see in her eyes that she reciprocated that need. Without a word exchanged, I placed my hand in hers and led her towards my bedroom, carrying our wine glasses with us in my free hand.

Once there, words were not necessary as we joined again in an increasingly heated kiss. Our hands slid over each other. Arms, backs, fingers running through each other's hair, shoulders were all fair game for the caresses we shared as the kiss continued. Finally, we seemed to reach a point where, as delightful as it was, it simply wasn't enough. My hands slid under her cami and up her back and then around to cup her firm young breasts. Her nipples were hard and pressed wonderfully into my palms as I cupped her orbs. This produced a groan from her that I felt through her lips, as much as I heard it.




The Hunger Ch. 12



The feel of her breasts produced a need in me to feel all of her. With some sense of urgency I broke the kiss and began to undress her. Her beauty was revealed to my eyes slowly as I tried desperately to restrain myself from ripping her clothes off. When she was finally naked in front of me, we kissed again briefly. I took her hands in my own and encouraged her to begin undressing me and she enthusiastically complied. We shared a kind of smoldering intimacy as my body was slowly revealed to her as well. We met again in anther juicy kiss and I reveled in the feeling of her bare flesh pressed against mine. 

As much as I enjoyed the kiss and feel of her, my now shoeless condition resulted in the difference in our heights becoming more of a practical issue. I solved that by leading her to my bed and moving our love making to the horizontal plane. 

Our heated kisses continued for several minutes while four hands roamed and caressed exposed skin. All the while our arousal grew gradually and steadily. We lacked the urgency of our previous encounter. We had moved from merely fucking to making love.

Heather finally broke the kiss and I was delighted by the feel of her lips kissing and gently sucking my ears, neck, and collarbone. Her mouth continued to travel towards my breasts and I soon felt her tongue painting the surface of my breasts. Her mouth relentlessly moved closer and closer to my nipples, as if drawn by some form of magnetism. Finally, her lips settled over a nipple. What followed was a bit of a surprise. I have had my breasts played with in many ways over the years by various lovers, with varying degrees of skill. However, Heather was the first that I can say actually suckled me, for lack of a better term. Perhaps she exposed some hidden maternal urges in me, but all I can say is that I found it a very enjoyable experience, both on a physical and emotional level. It was clear that she enjoyed it as well as her soft moans and murmurs of pleasure added another element to the experience. I moved her mouth to my other nipple and she quickly reattached herself to it and resumed suckling. She seemed very content in this I let her continue as I luxuriated in the feeling of the suction on my nipple. 

Soon I felt her hand sliding down my belly towards points south. The sensation of her hand sliding over my sparse hair and gently moving over my wet and engorged labia added to the sensuality and intimacy I was receiving from her mouth. The movements of her hand lacked the raw sexual feeling of a finger on my clit or the ragged edge of being finger fucked. Rather, it was more like she was softly caressing my mons. It certainly added to the soft sensuality of the moment. I was running my fingers through her hair, caressing her scalp and generally just holding her mouth to my breasts as this went on. She continued to switch back and forth between nipples as she fulfilled her need. 

Finally she seemed to have satisfied whatever need it was that she had felt and lifted her head, smiled, and met my eyes with her own. "I really liked that," she said, speaking for the first time since before we had danced. I saw a certain glow in her. Whatever emotional need she had fulfilled in my breasts was evident. 

"I did too," I replied. She laid her head on my chest for a moment, my breast pressed against her cheek. 

When she picked her head up again and looked at me, she said, "I seem to recall that I owe you something."

"Yes, I recall that too, but it's not like you need to do anything you don't want," I replied.

"Ohhh, I definitely want, just lay back and relax and let me take care of you," she said, giggling.

Her tongue painted a moist trail down my torso, dwelling briefly in my navel before returning to its slow, relentless progress towards my pussy. When she reached the tuft of pubic hair above my pussy, her tongue broke contact and she repositioned herself between my outstretched legs. She lifted my legs and draped them over her shoulders. It was obvious she was settling in and planned to be there for a while. That was fine with me. Her suckling and gentle caresses, while lovely, had produced a growing need in me. My arousal had been smoldering and reached a point where it needed to be quenched. 

I was somewhat surprised by Heather's aggressiveness. Perhaps aggressiveness is not the right word. Whatever it was, she was certainly not as passive as she had been in our previous encounter. I sensed that she may simply be more driven in her need to please me. It was clear she knew what she wanted and was going for it. Right now, that was making love to my needy pussy and I was definitely not going to deter her. The movement of her mouth was tentative and lacked what I would describe as confidence in the beginning. She certainly lacked the oral skill of Sharon or Amy, but she definitely made up for it with a growing degree of enthusiasm. It was almost as if she was savoring my pussy like a fine meal and I was more than happy to let her dine. Her confidence seemed to grow as she proceeded, possibly fed by my increasingly vocal response. The volume and frequency of my moans and groans grew continually as my level of arousal increased. I recognized the response of my body to her actions as being those of the familiar road towards orgasm. Heather was taking the long path towards getting me there, but I certainly wasn't complaining. 

She began to alternate between burying her tongue in the wet, oozing groove of my pussy and taking long swipes with her tongue, from my ass to around my clit. The mixture of sensations was not enough to drive me quickly to climax, but it was certainly sufficient to drive me closer to that conclusion. I couldn't focus on pleasure in one area, but rather a cornucopia of disjointed sensations. Finally, when it was clear that she had driven me to a fever pitch of excitement, she settled in for the coup de grace. 

Her lips settled around my clit and began a gentle sucking while her tongue flicked the exposed tip. She moved a hand to join in on the fray and I soon felt first one, then a second finger, inserted into my pussy. Her fingers began to slowly thrust in time with the movements of her tongue and lips. That was all it took to push me to the finish line and my hips involuntarily thrust up off the bed and I unconsciously began to contract my pussy around her thrusting fingers. My entire body was on auto pilot as I climbed the mountain towards my eventual release. I was so close, and my orgasm had grown into a frantic and overwhelming need for satisfaction that I was focused on with crystalline clarity. 

When Heather's teeth nibbled on my clit and provided just the right amount of pressure, it was all it took for me to blast off into a passionate and very fulfilling orgasm. My loud cries of pleasure echoed in the room as my body convulsed and writhed in the throes of orgasm. Heather's mouth moved from my clit to the opening of my pussy as she licked up my juice and held onto my thighs and rode out my climax.

As I felt my body quiver through the after shocks of my orgasm, I vaguely noticed Heather move up the bed until she was next to me. She snuggled in next to me and cuddled into me as I continue to ride the post-orgasmic roller coaster of a very intense climax. I'm sometimes wiped out by a really intense cum and that was definitely the case here. My awareness of my surroundings can be a little hazy and I'm not real responsive to them.

I started to float back to earth and turned my head to see Heather beside me. Her face was covered with my juices and she looked delicious. I couldn't help but kiss her and that evolved into me licking my juice from her face. She tasted as good as she looked. 

"Are you ready for some pay back?" I managed to croak from a throat, still dry from my screaming.

"Not necessarily," she replied, somewhat sheepishly. I sorta got myself off with you with my fingers. It was a small one but it was enough," she added. "Besides, I'm enjoying just cuddling with you like this. It's nice."

"Mmmmm hmmm," I moaned. "Wine?"

"I'll get it." She jumped out of bed with much more energy then I would have been capable of and fetched the wine from where I had left it on the dresser. 

We were soon cuddled cozily once again in my small bed, my head on her shoulder as we sipped the wine and silently enjoyed the afterglow of our passion.

Finally, once I had recovered a bit more, I decided that now was a good a time as any for the pillow talk I had been considering.

"Do you mind if we talk for a little bit?" I asked. I immediately saw concern flash in Heather's eyes, as if she was expecting everything to come crashing down. I quickly re-assured her.

"Don't worry, it's nothing bad. I just want to get to know you better," I responded.

"Ohhhh, OK. I'd like that," she said, her level of anxiety suddenly decreasing.

"First let me explain something. When I was your age, I sorta took sex as it came. Being with a new lover was all about trial and error. I, and usually my lover, were usually too shy to actually have a discussion about what each wanted from each other. Recently, some good friends taught me the importance of communication, especially when it comes to sex. It can simply be too much of a powder keg to not fully understand the needs of each other. I like you Heather, a lot, and I want to know how to make you happy, both in and out of the bedroom. Does that make sense?"

"Yea, it does, and I can kinda see what you are getting at. I may not have as much experience as you do, but I guess I have run across the same thing too."

"I think we all have, at one point or another, and just for the record I may not have as much experience as you might think," I commented. "In the short time we have known each other, I have sensed that there is a lot more to you, at least as a sexual being, than you let most people see, even me. I get small glimpses of it from time to time, it just peaks through your surface persona, usually by accident." 

"Ummm maybe," she said hesitantly. I could feel her body tense, just slightly, as if I had hit an exposed nerve. To some degree, I wanted to push her out of her comfort zone. It was clear that I had already achieved that goal. "Do you want to give me an example of what you are talking about?" she asked.

"Sure," I replied, hoping to get her to open up and help get our conversation rolling. "Just as an example, I'm pretty sure there was more to the way you just treated my breasts than just foreplay."

"Uhhhh, yea..." she mumbled. The blush that spread across her cheeks was brilliant. When it was clear that she was not going to be forthcoming, I prompted her.

"Come on Heather, talk to me. I think you know that you can talk to me about anything and everything. Don't be embarrassed, that's not the point of this conversation, the point is to get to know each other better," I fired back.

"I know, I know, it's just that I'm so embarrassed," she sobbed softly.

"You have absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about Heather. If nothing else, I want to show you that you can trust me with what you may think are your kinkiest fantasies. We all have needs Heather. I think the key to a good relationship is the ability to communicate them to your partner. Sometimes a partner may not be able to meet those needs directly, but I do think it helps if you understand them. I promise you won't shock me or disgust me, and you may find out we may have a few more things in common then you think. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, as they say. Just take a risk and try trusting me."

She sat quietly for a few moments, digesting my words and when she finally did say something, her words poured out. Apparently my pushing had had the desired effect and the doors were thrown open. 

"It's just that most of my sexual experience has been pretty plain jane and boring. My past lovers were hardly what you could call skilled or imaginative. I was always sort of left wondering, 'isn't there more?' Until I met you that is," she paused and giggled briefly. "My fantasy life sort of took up the slack for my less than exciting love life. As I mentioned, my one attempt at stepping out and being a little adventurous with that couple was pretty much a disaster. That didn't do a lot for my confidence. I've spent a lot of time reading erotic stories online and a little bit of online role playing. For the most part, most of my sexual history has all been in my head and I guess I grew accustomed to going wherever my imagination took me, without being constrained by what a lot of people would consider 'kinky.' I guess my problem lies in justifying how I feel about sex in my head with how I was raised and how I see sex portrayed by society. The stories I read told me there was a big wide world of possibilities out there, but society said those things were bad."

"Can I make a suggestion?" I said, interrupting.

"Sure, please do," she replied.

"Try to forget what society says about sex for a while and just try to figure out what is good or bad based on your own beliefs and your own needs and desires. Surround yourself with people that believe the same things that you do and basically create your own society that supports you and your values."

"Someone like you?" she asked.

"I would like to think that someone like me might be a good start, but then I may be biased." That got a smile and a little chuckle out of her. I noticed that she had relaxed greatly as she began to open up. 

"Until I met you..." she stopped and seemed to be collecting her thoughts, "the best lover I had ever had were my own fingers... and my most fulfilling sexual experiences were all in my head, my fantasies."

"I understand, trust me on that," I said, trying to be as reassuring as possible. "It wasn't too long ago that those words could have been coming out of my mouth."

"What changed?"

"Remember what I said about creating a society of like minded people?"

"Uhhh, yeah."

"Well, I met the first members of that society." I replied. 

"Jim and Sharon?"

"Yes, and a few of their friends. People that I hope you may be calling friends soon, and maybe even lovers."

"Hmmm, OK, now you really have me curious." 

"You'll get there, just give it time." "OK... Uhhhh Kim?"

"Yes sweetie?"

"I think I'm ready to answer your question now," she said, sheepishly.

"What questions was that?" I replied, forgetting for a moment how this conversation had started. 

"About how I played with your breasts earlier," she said. Her bashfulness was still clearly evident. 

"OK, go on."

She lay against me quietly for a few moments, snuggling into my neck while she seemed to struggle to find the words to express her feelings. "I was browsing through a favorite erotic story website a few days ago and ran across this story, a lesbian story, about a young widowed mother and the woman that lives next door to her. The young mother was breast feeding her baby and she and her neighbor become lovers and... and... well the neighbors starts breast feeding on her too. A lot of the story was about that, about the neighbor sucking the milk from her breasts. I guess it just sort of stuck with me, the imagery from that story, you know, the idea of suckling and making love to her breasts like that. It has since become a favorite fantasy of mine. And then earlier with you, I guess I just sorta got lost in that whole fantasy without even thinking about it. I didn't even realize it at the time, at least not a conscious level. I had never even considered that kind of thing in a sexual way until I read the story but I guess the way it was portrayed just struck a chord in me."

She looked up at me and I could see the need in her eyes, the need for acceptance. I decided now was not the time to bring up my own similar experiences. Perhaps I would save that for a surprise. I smiled back at her and I think that simple gesture was enough to give her the sort of support she needed.

"Was that sick Kim?"

"No, not at all, I think it was lovely. Thank you for sharing it with me," I replied in what I hoped was a soothing tone.

"MMmmmm, just telling you about it made me feel good."

"I think most women have two kinds of fantasies. The first kind is the ones that are the 'wouldn't that be so sexy' kind of fantasies. Mostly they are things that they would love to try but are outside the realm of their normal day to day sexual experiences. The other is what I call the 'deep dark' fantasies. The kind that may be very arousing but something most women would never dream of experiencing in real life. Incest and rape fantasies are a pretty good example of that. The idea of being forcibly taken may have its charm in the fantasy world, but the reality of it not so pleasant."

"Yea, I can see that, and I agree," she replied.

"What fantasies do you have that you think you might like to experience?" I asked, hoping for another break through from my young lover now that I seemed to have her on a roll.

"We don't have that long," she giggled. "OK, I'll give it a try if you promise not to laugh," she said. I was overjoyed that she was willing to open up more. "Go for it," I said, trying to encourage her without pressing her too hard.

"Well, you already know I would like seeing what its like to be with a lactating woman."

"Yep, keep going."

"Can I ask something of you?"

"Sure, anything," I replied.

"Would you mind commenting on whether the things I mention are something you have ever done, or fantasized about, as I discuss them?"

"OK, that's fair enough I suppose. Especially since you are baring your soul, or is that your pussy, to me," I said light heartedly and smiling. 

"What about the milk thing?"

"Been there, done that, got the merit badge," I replied.

"Really?" she asked incredulously. 

"Yep, as a matter of fact you might even meet the woman this weekend."

"Wow!" 

"OK, keep going."

"OK, number two. I'd like to try anal sex sometime. The idea of it really excites me, but the reality is a little scary. I guess its somewhere in between the first and second kind of fantasy. I mean I have talked to some friends that love it and some that hated it, so I really don't know. It just seems sorta taboo and kinky and I guess that appeals to a certain part of me."

"Done that too and I do love it but I understand your feelings. Let's save that topic for another conversation when we have more time," I replied. 

"OK, number three. I'd love for you to try to teach me how to squirt the way you do. That's just so hot. I've read about it, seen some online videos, and even read about it on some of those how to websites, but I've never been able to do it."

"Consider it done, or at least to be done. Maybe we'll give it a try later?" I replied to her request for tutoring. 

"I'd love that. OK, number four. I get really turned on by the idea of group sex. I guess it's the idea of an unlimited supply of lovers and all different kinds of sex rolled up into one experience that does it for me. I imagine myself being fucked and sucked to the point of exhaustion. Some of my best 'jill off' orgasms have come from fantasies with me as the sort of centerpiece in a glorious orgy." 

"Well, you know I have been to one swing party. It wasn't really what I would call an all out orgy but that's as close to one as I have been. I've also had a few other experiences with smaller groups. We are going to what amounts to an all girl orgy on Saturday. I'm sure some coed parties could be made available to us in the near future. How close you come to that fantasy is pretty much up to you but I'm not going to push you. Your participation is up to you. Why don't we save that conversation for the drive and we can talk about it then. Next?"

"OK, number five. This one kinda mystifies me as to why it's such a turn on for me. I call it my fantasy man. In it I'm fucked by this guy, not made love to, fucked, and fucked roughly at that. He's built like a body builder. Not grossly huge but very muscular and here's the thing. He's hung like a horse, I mean really big. What makes this so mystifying is that I have never had an orgasm from penetration sex, except my fingers until the other day with the dildo in the shower. Heck, I've never even had an orgasm with any lover until the first time with you. I guess I got into that fantasy a little bit in the shower the other morning. It sure was a lot better then when I do it with my fingers," she said, smiling broadly. 




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"OK, you got me on that one," I said. "I'm not really into the big cock thing. Jim is about the biggest I have had and sometimes he is more than I can handle. Part of it has to do with my size. I guess I have a short pussy. I like girth, the feeling of being stretched, but a lot of length doesn't do much for me. I've been with a body builder recently and he was bigger than average, but not huge."

"That's the funny thing about the fantasy. Normally I could care less about the size of guy's dick too, as long as he knows what to do with it. As you know, there haven't really been any men in my life that live up to that. Its just part of the fantasy man thing I guess."

"I'll keep an eye out for you." I said and then chuckled.

"Ohhh, I've already found someone that qualifies, at least if what some of my friends have said is true."

"Then why haven't you gone after him?" I asked.

"Come on Kim, this is me that you are talking about. Can you really see me stalking some guy because he has a big dick?"

"Perhaps not," I replied. "Maybe I'll just have to set it up for you."

"You wouldn't!" she exclaimed. I just smiled back at her in response.

"OK, moving right along. Next?"

"Number Six. Have you ever seen a strap on dildo?"

"Uhhhh... yes," I chuckled. 

"The idea of a woman fucking me with one is a real turn on. Sometimes in my fantasies it's one of those double headed dildos, but usually it's a strap on. I guess it's the idea of a beautiful woman with a cock that is such a turn on for me, the ying and yang thing. The duality, or whatever you want to call it. I know it's sorta silly but it sure makes me squishy. Usually it's me that is being fucked, but sometimes I'm doing it." 

"That can be arranged, maybe later."

"You are kidding me right? You have one?"

"Uhhh yea, I have one harness and a couple of dildos that go with it."

"You are simply unbelievable, you know that?" I just smiled as she leaned in and kissed me.

"Next?"

She suddenly grew quiet and contemplative. She looked me in the eyes and said, "This is another one of those that is sorta between your two categories of fantasies. I guess it depends on the circumstances and person or people involved. To be honest, it's pretty scary." 

"OK, well let's talk it out. Maybe it's not as scary as you think."

"Well, you know about my 'help' thing. You sort of stumbled on that on your own and figured it. I am, by the way, eternally grateful to you for that. I guess that was part of my fantasy world before and I hadn't realized it had rolled over into real life too. In my fantasy it goes way beyond being 'helped.' In it my lover takes over complete control of my sex life. I guess I need to explain that some more. I've read some of the BDSM stories online and in my fantasy I never really see myself as some sort of ultra submissive slave. My form of submission is limited mostly to the bedroom and is purely sexual and not a total change in my lifestyle. I don't really see any dungeons or leather masked Doms in my future."

"There's something called the 'Nine Levels of Submission' on the web. Remind me to show it to you later. I think you might find it interesting," I broke in and offered my commentary. "What sort of things do you see yourself performing in this fantasy?" I asked, interested to see where this might lead.

"Mainly I see myself serving my Mistress sexually. It's almost always a woman that I serve. I do whatever pleases her, whatever she wants me to do to serve her. Sometimes I serve her friends as well. I'm usually spanked or denied orgasms if I do not perform up to her standards. Sometimes I'm even spanked as a reward which is something I have never really understood, at least not on a rational level."

"Has anyone ever spanked you?"

"Not really," she replied. "I had a boyfriend once that swatted me a few times when he was fucking me doggy style. It was OK. It mainly just tingled and caused my ass to glow a little, but that was it. He just did it that one time."

"OK, go on. What else happens in your fantasy?"

"I read a story one time where the sub had nipple clamps used on her. The idea of something like that really gets me excited. I guess you could call it sensual torture. Sometimes my Mistress asks me to have myself pierced or tattooed as a sign of devotion to her. That's really scary to me, but it always gets my motor running. I kinda see that as some sort of ultimate act of devotion. Modifying my body, I mean. Ohhhh, there is one other thing too. I'm always required to wear sexy lingerie that she chooses for me. That's usually what I wear around the house when we are into one of our scenes. She likes corsets a lot but I have a wide selection of lingerie for her to choose from."

"Anything else?" I inquired.

"No... oh one more thing. In the fantasy, my Mistress has total control over my orgasms. They usually have to be earned or as a reward for good behavior unless she is just playing with me. Sometimes I'm forced to cum over and over again until it's almost a kind of torture. She has all sorts of toys and machines designed to produce orgasms. Sometimes she will bring me right to the edge of cumming and make me stay there for extended periods of time until she finally gives me permission to have an orgasm." 

"That sounds interesting," I commented.

"Ya think?" Heather quipped.

"Yes, I do." I could see the lust in her eyes. She was aroused by exposing her fantasies to me. I decided to tease her just a little before having my way with her.

"Any more?"

"Well, none that I would call fantasies really, more like arousing images or what ifs."

"Such as?"

She smiled, "Such as the idea of spending a weekend running around naked in a nudist camp. That one has had me almost dripping for the last day. It's scary, but such a turn on. The rest are like I said, just images, not full flown fantasies. Things that turn me on but aren't really something I have developed a full blown fantasy about. They are things like 3-somes, 2 guys and me, and me with a couple. Let's see what else, the idea of a lover peeing on me when we are taking a shower together, dual penetration... you know a cock in my ass and pussy at the same time. That one is a sort of a spin off of the group fantasy. There are probably a couple of other things that come to mind right now. I'll mention them to you as they do. They'll be my little vignettes to share with you over the weekend. OK?"

"Sounds good to me," I replied. "Do you think you could get us a refill on our wine?"

"Yea sure." She hopped out of bed and grabbed our glasses. As she did, I swatted her gorgeous ass sharply. She turned to me and her eyes were positively glowing.

"Hurry up winch," I said. She smiled broadly and turned and trotted off to the kitchen.

She wasn't the only one that was aroused by her fantasies. Oh my gosh! I knew there was a lot hidden in her, but I really had no idea how much. I was shocked and was left wondering how much more may still be there. It would be last time I underestimated Ms. Heather. I was convinced that I had in fact found a sexual soul mate. Now, if the rest our relationship would just work out as well. While I was still unsure of the potential of a long term relationship with her, I certainly wasn't ruling it out. 

While she was gone, I quickly grabbed a couple of toys and prepared for her return. It was time to start checking off a few items on her list. I certainly wasn't planning on diving into a full blown Dom/sub scene with her, but I thought I could certainly add a few items from her fantasy to the activities I was planning. I was ready to step up the sex play several notches until she cried uncle. The gloves were coming off to some degree. Like I said, I wasn't going to make the mistake of underestimating either her libido or her capability for uninhibited sexual exploration again.

When she returned, I took the wine from her, took a sip and then set it down. I pulled her into a scorching, aggressive kiss. I wanted to make sure she understood it was time to play on my terms and she got that message clearly.

Her eyes grew wide when she saw me pick up the strap on. I had the large Nexus mounted on it. I had her stand by the bed and instructed her on how to attach the straps. She listened to me, enthralled. She was even more enthralled when she watched as I slipped my end of the Nexus into my pussy and then had her tighten the straps. I had pulled out a bottle of lube with the toys, but one quick feel of her pussy convinced me that it would not be needed. She was very wet, drenched. I kissed her again before guiding her back to the bed. I moved between her spread thighs, her knees were bent, feet planted on the sheet, and her pelvis was rotated up, ready to receive me. It was obvious to me, upon looking in her eyes, that foreplay was not going to be needed. 

I took the Nexus in my hand and slid it back and worth between her spread labia, lubricating the head and shaft while teasing her and raising her level of arousal. She began squirming in response to the stroking of the dildo, attempting to rub her clit against it. I could see her growing level of frustration and desire. 

"Ready?" I asked, seeing the growing glow of arousal on her face. 

"Yes, please," she almost growled.

"Please what?" I asked, teasing again.

"Please fuck me. Please shove your cock in my cunt and fuck the living daylights out of me. Pleeeeeasseee." I had reduced her to begging and pleading for what we both wanted and needed and I derived more than a little pleasure from this development. The fact that she was so vocal in her desire was also a welcome change in her. 

I slid the head of the dildo just inside the portal of her pussy and stopped there. She wanted more and I could see it in her eyes but I wasn't ready to give in to her yet. To be honest, my urge was to drive the dildo as deep into her as I was capable. I was using every ounce of my own discipline to keep from doing so. 

"Please fuck me," she groaned. "Give me more, give me all of it." I was somewhat amazed at how vocal she had become. I admit that I have always enjoyed a lover that is as vocal in their pleasure as I am in my own. 

I slowly, ever so slowly, slid the dildo in deeper. She cooed in pleasure when she felt base of the dildo come to rest against her vulva. I just stayed there, buried in her quim and let her absorb the fullness. She was obviously frustrated and impatient. She was rocking her hips up into me, trying to fuck herself on the dildo and rub her clit against the nubby surface of the base. If I didn't know better, the contorted look on her flushed face would have made me think she was in anguish.

I finally gave in and began to slowly thrust into her. She moaned loudly as she felt the cock begin to piston into the grasping tunnel of her cunt. I could tell that it wasn't the hard, pounding fuck that she needed, but it gave her some degree of relief. I would get there eventually, but I wanted to ramp up slowly and draw out fucking her as long as possible. To do so required no small degree of control on my own part. Part of me would have loved nothing more than to pound into her beautiful, wet pussy. 'I'm making a sacrifice for the greater good,' I laughed to myself. 

Our eyes met again and I again saw the hunger in them. She was aroused and the primal part of her brain had taken over. Desire had taken over control from reason. She was feeling what I had come to refer to as 'The Hunger.' I knew that feeling and was able to use it to exercise the type of control that I new she needed. The increased movement also provided much needed pleasure to my own pussy and clit. 

So far, I had positioned myself so that I was sitting back on my haunches or supporting myself over her on my arms. I lowered myself down until out bellies met and began to hump into her, the dildo moving only with small thrusts. This also put more pressure on our clits as the nubby pad on the Nexus rubbed across our engorged clits. It was almost as if we were tribbing, with the addition of the dildo and clit pads. The feel of skin on skin, her belly and thighs against my own, only added to the sensations. 

My position, and the difference in our heights, left her breasts right in front of me. I couldn't resist dropping my head and taking one of her Hershey kiss nipples between my lips. Heather cooed at the additional contact. I had found that her nipples always were a good indication of her level of arousal, almost like a thermometer. Right then, they indicated that she was scorching hot. On an impulse I bit down on her nipple, harder than usual and more than a nibble. Her loud groan and the quiver that ran through her body told me that the roughness was not unwelcome. Deciding to experiment, I repeated the process on the other nipple. Her reaction was similar, if not even more intense. When I looked up at her face, I could see the fire in her eyes. I decided to check off another item from her fantasy list.

I had hidden a set of nipple clamps under the pillow earlier as an after thought. I retrieved them and when Heather saw them her eyes went wide. I think her reaction to seeing them was a mixture of fear and pure lust, something I knew to be a very potent combination. I sat back on my haunches again, thus freeing my hands.

"Want to try these?" I asked?

"Mmmmm, yeah, I guess," she replied. Again, I could sense the mixed feelings in her response. 

The clamps that I had chosen were adjustable and from my own experiments with them I knew that the kind of sensation could be varied according to the intensity desired. I was going to take it slow with her and see how she responded. Heather squirmed a little when I let the cool jaws of the clamp settle down on the base of her nipple but I didn't see a great deal of distress in her face. I think she was anticipating more pain than I administered. She had the same reaction to the second one. I slowly increased the tension on the clamps, alternating back and forth between them. If anything, her reaction was one of surprise. She was getting into the feeling of pressure and mixed pleasure/pain. The fact that I was continuing to fuck her at a moderate pace throughout her ordeal probably added to that. 

"More please?" she pleaded through clinched lips.

I moved one clamp from the meaty base of her nipple to the sensitive tip and she howled as it bit down. Her body heaved up off the bed as the pain coursed from her nipple. I repeated the process on the other nipple and she again responded similarly. She never uttered a single word in protest but rather seemed to just absorb the new sensation. I knew from experience that her nipples would soon transition from pain to throbbing and I watched as she went through that process. 

She finally opened her eyes, met mine, and said, "So fucking intense. Please fuck me, fuck me hard, deep, make me cum, please."

The clamps had pushed Heather to her plateau level again. I saw it in her face and the way her body quivered. Her unique buildup to orgasm was becoming a familiar phenomenon to me. My own needs were pushing me to fulfill her request as well. I decided it was time to give us both what we both so urgently needed.

I sped up the pace of my thrusts. While I was not real experienced in the use of a strap on, I was quickly getting the knack of it. I increased the length of my thrusts until the head was just inside her clasping labia and then drove back as deep as I could. While the Nexus was not nearly as massive as "Big Jim," it seemed to doing the trick, based on Heather's reaction. It was certainly doing the job for me. 

"Fuck me, fuck me, so good, so fuckin' good," Heather chanted. I was again amazed at the transformation in my shy lover. Perhaps it was her earlier revelations, or some other key that I had managed to unlock in her psyche that had produced this in her. I was definitely not in the proper frame of mind to analyze it at that time. My own pleasure had shut down that part of my brain. 

"I need to cum, need it so bad," she groaned with a tone that I had never heard from her. Her voice almost dripped with lust. Her words were almost a whisper, barely heard above the wet squelching of the dildo in her wet pussy. 

I reached down with one hand and gave the chain connecting the clamps a gentle tug, then a firmer one. She cried out as the sensation from her nipples was elevated to a new level. 

"Cum, cum for me, cum hard," I told her. As always, my words had a predictable response and she screamed her release as I continued to fuck her spasming pussy. I could feel the resistance, as her body thrashed through her orgasm and her pussy gripped the dildo.

Her orgasm pushed my own arousal upwards and I focused on the sensations flowing from my own nether regions as I strived for my own eventual release. Heather didn't seem to miss a beat as her orgasm concluded. She was still on her plateau and I vaguely recall thinking that I may be about to find out about her potential for multiple orgasms. 

My own orgasm was fast approaching and the short stubby dildo in me was applying just the right amount of pressure on my G-spot. In addition, I had found just the right movement of my hips to apply the most glorious amount of contact on my clit. The muscles in my thighs and ass burned with the intensity of the workout I was giving them. I began to repeatedly clench the length of the dildo inside me with my PC muscles and that added sensation was just enough to push me over the edge. 

"Cum with me, cum Heather," I gasped as lightning began to flow through my body. I somehow managed to reach down and remove the clamps from her nipples. The blood rushing back into her nipples, as well as my verbal encouragement, produced a howl from her and pushed her over into her second explosion. Her hips pushed up into mine, which caused my side of the Nexus to press hard against my G-spot which in turn added to the myriad of sensations bombarding my overloaded brain. I collapsed on top of her and our joined bodies thrashed and writhed together through our mutual orgasm. 

Our breathing was ragged and shallow as we floated together in the after glow. My body still trembled as the after shocks rumbled through me. I felt Heather quivering and knew she was experiencing something similar. Finally our breathing slowed and we settled into a quiet cuddle, with my smaller body still covering hers, and our sweaty skin sliding ever so slightly against each other. There was an overlying sense of contentment and joy as I lay there with her. I was only slightly aware of the presence of the dildo that still joined us. I reflected on the fact that that was an interesting benefit of the dildo. It didn't get soft and fall out while we luxuriated in our post-coital reverie. 

Finally, the pressure on my bladder, and its content of re-cycled wine, overcame the joy I felt. I had to make a move. Heather sighed softly as the dildo slid from her pussy. I looked down at her and gave her a quick peck and said, "Be right back."

As I got up I noticed a large wet spot on the sheet, not surprising, I thought. I went to the bathroom, the Nexus still jutting lewdly from my hips. I could still feel the burn in the muscles of my lower extremities from the exertion they had just gone through. First things first, I thought and loosened the straps and removed the harness. The resulting feeling of emptiness as the dildo wetly slid from me almost made me gasp after I had been filled for so long. I deposited the harness by the sink to be cleaned later and went about taking care of more pressing matters. I grabbed a towel afterwards and returned to the bedroom.

My sweet darling Heather was asleep. Exhaustion had claimed her. It occurred to me that she hadn't gotten any sleep the previous night and must be exhausted after a full day and then our energetic love making. I moved her slightly and she didn't even stir. I covered the wet spot with the towel and curled in behind her, cuddling to her back side. The feeling of her body pressed against mine was wonderful. I wasn't able to dwell on it long before I joined her in contented slumber. 




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I awoke the next morning to a wonderful sensation. Sometime during the night Heather and I had switched positions and her longer, lankier body was curled around mine. Her hand was once again draped over my breast. I felt her warm, slow breath against my neck. After sleeping alone for so long, I thought I could grow used to this. 

I noticed sunlight peaking through the window and looked over at the clock, 7:00. Wow! Normally an early riser, this was the latest I had slept in on a weekday in a long while. I recalled that I didn't have to go to work and as much as I wanted to luxuriate in Heather's warm embrace, my peanut sized bladder had other ideas. 

I managed to slip out of bed without waking her, wanting to allow her to catch up on her sleep. She just may need her rest, I giggled to myself, as I recalled the adventure I had planned for us. I slipped quietly in the bathroom and after taking care of business there decided that coffee was in order. After setting up the coffee pot and starting it, I went off to take a shower. I would have preferred to shower with Heather but I felt pretty grody and didn't feel like I could wait for her. I decided a quick rinse off would suffice for now.

Moving quietly, I returned to the kitchen for my coffee. I settled in on my sofa and turned on the TV to the news channel. I had turned the volume down, not wanting to disturb Heather. I don't know why I even bothered. I wasn't able to concentrate on the TV. My thoughts soon turned to Heather as I sat there, digesting the numerous events of the previous evening. She had certainly surprised me, although I must say they were pleasant surprises. I knew that she was capable of much more than I had seen in her, but the degree to which she had demonstrated this was the real shocker. As I have noted earlier, I saw a lot of my prior self in her. Obviously I had more experience than her but much of that experience was fairly recent. I was just slightly ahead of the curve. 

I reflected on the fact that I was quickly assuming the role of mentor to Heather, in the same way that Sharon, and to some degree Amy, had been to me. That thought both scared and excited me. After thinking about it for a while, I decided the fear was based on my own insecurities. The more I thought about it, the more I became comfortable with the idea that I had gone from student to teacher.

Another thing that had surprised me was how passionate Heather had been. This passion not only included how she had received pleasure, but also in the way that she had given it back to me. She had certainly gone through a rapid and extensive transformation. I thought this was worth some discussion with her and was uncertain about how to go about it. I finally decided to wait for the right time and just play it by ear.

These thoughts, and my rapidly developing feelings for Heather, led me back to thoughts of what sort of future we had with each other. The upcoming transition to a potential long distance relationship weighed heavily on my mind. On top of that was her upcoming graduation. Who knew where she would end up? At least in the short term we were going to be relatively close and my travel schedule would bring me close to her on a regular basis. As if that wasn't enough, there was the issue of how, if at all, my relationship with her would fit in with my relationship with Jim and Sharon. 

Finally I gave some thought to how these developments may impact what little planning I had done for the weekend. I felt that the possibilities had been greatly expanded. I had greater confidence in Heather's capability to handle whatever came her way as far as sexual exploration was concerned. I just wasn't sure how that may fit into the greater scheme of things. I finally concluded that this was another "play it by ear" issue. That grated slightly against my "type A" personality that wanted a plan for everything. However, in this case, I was forced to remain flexible. Planning is all great and wonderful when it's your own life, but a bit more difficult when the needs and desires of significant others are involved. 

My mental jousting was interrupted by the more pressing need for a coffee refill. As I was leaving the kitchen, I heard the toilet flush in the bathroom. Heather was up and I decided to get her some coffee. I tried to recall how she took it. I checked the clock and saw it was already 8:30. I had lost track of time while lost in my thoughts. I found her in the bedroom.

Her face lit up in a smile as I entered. My pussy throbbed once again as I saw her smile and my eyes took in her gorgeous body. I was just amazed at how she could have that effect on me. She took the coffee from me and kissed me. Her kiss lingered and I felt in it the reverberations of the passion we had shared the night before.

Breaking the kiss, I asked, "How did you sleep?"

"Really good, I needed it. It would have been better if I woke up with you though."

"Yea, I know and I'm sorry. I woke up earlier and I knew you needed to catch up on your sleep so I slipped out. I'll make it up to you later, I promise," I replied.

"I'll hold you to that," she said, chuckling.

"I hate to be a spoil sport, but we have a busy day ahead of us. Do you think you can get moving after your coffee? I'm supposed to meet Jan at 10:30 and drop off the car and I need you to drive the other car to where I'm meeting her," I stated. "If we hurry up, I'll buy you breakfast," I added.

"OK, that sounds good. I'll go jump in the shower. I really need it."

"Want some company?" 

"Sure, I would love it," she replied, her eyes sparkling and her face covered by a broad grin.

"We don't have time for hanky panky this morning, but I'll wash your back," I said. 

"Deal!" she replied.

Well, I ended up washing more than just her back. I washed all of her, including her hair and I struggled with my sexual urges when I moved to her pussy, ass, and breasts. Her nipples were still sore from the nipple clamps and I tried to be gentle, softly brushing them with a soapy wash cloth. Then it was her turn and she washed my hair and washed me. Her fingers felt wonderful on my scalp, and although I had already showered I wasn't going to ruin her readily apparent fun by not allowing her soapy hands to roam across my exposed flesh.

We took turns getting ready in my small bathroom. I went first while she gathered her toiletries and makeup from her overnight bag. While she was getting ready, with her taking longer, I went to my computer and checked my account for the wire transfer. Sure enough it was there, and I quickly paid off a couple of bills before I was tempted to spend the money. I also moved some of the money into my savings account. Even after paying off my credit cards I was happy with the balance and excited by the possibility to have more than just a little disposable income for the first time in my life. Before I shut down the computer, I found the "Nine Levels" in my bookmarks and printed off a copy to give to Heather later. 

Heather was slipping into a cute blue sundress when I returned to the bedroom. I had checked the weather earlier and knew it was doing to be warm so I decided to join her with a similar dress. She was going without a bra and I gladly joined her in that as well, thinking that it would make shopping a lot easier. I did compromise by slipping on a thong, as had Heather. 

A few minutes later we were headed out. As we moved to the parking lot I briefly went over the itinerary that I had laid out in my head with her. The first stop was to the car wash to pick up my car and then on to meet Jan on campus. We agreed to wait until later for a larger meal and settled for a take-out cappuccino and muffin at the local coffee shop. 

We managed to pick up and drop off my old car without too much trouble. Jan was a bit surprised when Heather showed up with me, but they greeted each other and chatted briefly while I took care of turning the car over to her. 

That taken care of, Heather and I said our goodbyes and headed off for a day of shopping. This was a little different experience for me. While I had been shopping with friends many times, it was my first time to do so with a lover. I looked upon it as a great adventure. I had already decided to treat Heather and gotten her to agree to it as a reward for hooking me up with Jan, referring to it as a finder's fee. I had looked over her toiletries bag and knew she had everything she needed and what she didn't, she could borrow from me. That just left her wardrobe for the weekend and maybe a few other things. It wasn't as if she needed a lot to go to a nudist camp, but I was thinking more in terms of something for the party. 

While we were driving, Heather filled me on her friend, Jan. Jan had a reputation as a bit of a prude on the cheer leading squad. She, at least outwardly, wasn't the party girl that many of her contemporaries were. However, at the gym she had a much different reputation. Heather described her as a "LUG."

"LUG?" I asked.

"Yea, 'Lesbian Until Graduation'," she explained. 

Apparently, Jan had made it clear to several of the female clients and other staff members that she was available for trysts. Heather had had a friendly talk with her and told her she needed to cool it and be bit more discrete or she could end up getting fired. During this conversation, Jan explained that she was bisexual but had decided to swear off men while she was in school. She didn't want to get tied down in a relationship, but was more than interested in "friends with benefits" that could help meet her sexual needs. She also made it clear that while she was more into older women, she did find Heather attractive and was interested in including her in her games. Heather had been tempted, but somewhat hesitant, and it was about this time that I came into her life and she really hadn't given Jan's offer much more thought.

This conversation was just finishing up as we pulled up to our first stop, my favorite lingerie store. Heather mentioned that she had never really been "lingerie shopping" before and was excited. Previously, underwear was sort of an after thought at the local department store and her wardrobe was mainly sports bras, and a few miscellaneous panties and thongs. Her lingerie collection was definitely limited to the practical, utilitarian, daily wear variety. I was on a mission and would soon change that. 

I think Heather was a little surprised when I was greeted by name when we entered. I turned down the offer to help by the owner and told her that we would be doing some serious browsing and would let her know when we needed help. My focus was on Heather first and I had a few things in mind for her. I quickly discovered that she was going to be of little help but that she readily acquiesced to however I wanted to attire her. My mind flipped back to her previous explanation of her Dom/sub fantasy and it all started to make sense to me. I was good with that and tore through the small store like I was possessed. 

I basically just kept her stationed in the dressing room while I power shopped for her. It was pretty evident how happy this made her. She liked to being doted over and see seemed pleased with my choices but a little disturbed by the prices. I told her to not even look at the price tags, that that was my concern. She was obviously not accustomed to being spoiled. Our brief history, and hoped for future, made me feel like she was well worth spoiling. Besides, if all that I hoped for was to come about, she would need at least a basic wardrobe. She had giggled earlier when I said something about these being "fuck me clothes."

About an hour later I was satisfied and told her so. What I had come up with was at least the beginnings of a satisfactory lingerie wardrobe. It included items that she could not only wear to the type of event we would be attending over the weekend, but some lounge type items for quiet evening at home when more than bare skin was called for. The items I got for her included: a really hot bra, garter, and thong combo that was a royal blue and almost had me salivating. I actually got her two bras for the set. One was a demi cup bra that you could either leave the nipple exposed or not. I also got her a shelf bra that matched the set. When I saw her firm breasts perched on the platforms, I couldn't resist. Her breasts really didn't need a bra, but the bras were definitely a delicious decoration for them. She thought it was all a little silly until she looked at herself in the mirror. 

After seeing her in the cowl neck top she had worn the day before, I knew that was the style for her. I found a teddy with a similar design except that it plunged even further, almost to the navel. The teddy had detachable garters that I thought made it a little more flexible. After seeing her breasts displayed in it, it was definitely added to the "yes pile." I got her another teddy that was made of black eyelash lace and has high cut legs and had a thong bottom that looked great on her. I also added a red silk cami and tap pant set that looked really cute on her. The top was a halter and the bottom is a set of boy shorts. Her ass looked great in it. I topped that off with a black lace body stocking that was crotchless. I also found a darling chemise that could be worn either as lounge wear or as a saucy cocktail dress. I carried the pile over to the cash register, and stopped and grabbed a selection of hose in various colors and styles to go along with some of the outfits. 

Something else caught my eye and I grabbed a gauzy beach wrap that she could wear at the camp if she got shy or self conscious in bare skin. I had one that Sharon had given me that I sometimes wear when I think I have had too much sun but am not ready to go back inside yet. 

The owner's eyes grew wide when she saw me bringing her the pile. They grew even more when I said, "I'll be back." She immediately knew she was going to have a very good day. 

By the time I got back, Heather had dressed and was waiting for me. I explained to her that my shopping was going to have two goals. One was for what I called my "professional lingerie," in other words an upgrade of my current plain underwear. The other goal was additions to my "sexy" lingerie, meaning party wear. Whenever possible I was looking for items that could serve in both roles. Heather's role was primarily to help me when I went back to the dressing room by bringing different sizes and colors at my request. 

With a plan in place we dove in with both feet. Heather turned out to be a lot more helpful when it came to helping me find items and making suggestions than she had been for herself. I guess she wasn't being held back by her fantasies in that regard. It turned out that our tastes in lingerie were quite similar and she found a few items on the racks that I found to be very appealing. 

I started off with the professional items while making note of a few "sexy" things that I would come back to later. The first item on my list was new bras, although I tried to focus on sets, like that I got for Heather. I wasn't sure if I could get away with garter belts with all my outfits, but my new found appreciation for them left me wanting to keep that open as an option. I ended up with four sets, along with a couple of extra bras. A few of them were shelf bras that I thought would work for play wear. One of the garter belts was actually a waist cincher, sometimes referred to as a waspie, that I thought was real sexy. Heather agreed and it was added to the growing stack. Most of these were from designer labels that I had previously eyed with desire but always considered to be beyond my meager budget. I justified the higher prices as being acceptable due to the higher quality and durability that went along with them, or so I hoped. 

I found a rack that had several nice teddies that had an under-wire cup and most had detachable garters. I got several of these in a variety of colors. Finally I got a couple of silk and lace camis that I could wear as a top under a suit jacket.

I made another trip to the cash register and the owner was again wide eyed, especially when she saw some of the high end items. I just gave her a big smile and said that I'd be back. 

When we got to the party wear stuff, Heather was in heaven. I didn't really need a lot, but there were a few things that had previously caught my eye during previous visits and I decided now was the time to finally go for them. I was looking for fun stuff that I could wear to a party or for a lover. I wanted things that not only made me look sexy for an appreciative audience, but made me feel the same way. As we shopped, I explained this theory to Heather. She was all ears and nodded frequently with a growing degree of understanding. I had unknowingly slipped back into my mentor persona.

I tried on a couple of sexy teddies that exposed various amounts of flesh and settled on a couple. I tried on a couple that were crotch-less but found them a little silly and opted for thong bottom or snap-crotch models instead. I tried to find teddies that were cut higher on the hip as I found that they tended to make my short legs look longer. I also strayed towards teddies that had a loose or lace top that exposed the swell of my breasts. Heather's feedback was invaluable as I tried them on. I tried on a body stocking like Heather's but rejected it. Without her longer legs it just didn't have the same appeal. I found a gorgeous black silk gown that I fell in love with. It wasn't overtly sexy, despite the plunging neckline and split bottom, but something about it appealed to me.

Finally, my attention was directed towards the corsets. I found several that caught my eye but when I tried them on I was disappointed with how they fit me. I decided some professional help was needed and I called out to the owner. After a somewhat lengthy discussion, she and I came to the conclusion that the off the rack corsets, even in the smaller sizes, were just not going to work well for me. She mentioned that there was someone locally that made custom corsets for some of her more exclusive clients and that she could arrange to have one made for me that would fit like a second skin. I was enthusiastic about that idea until we started discussing price. She finally sold me on the idea that I could leave a down payment and not make the final payment until it was delivered. I was still hesitant at investing that much money on a single piece of lingerie. The owner, Sue, could still see that I was wavering. She mentioned that the corset had a lifetime warranty and that the price also included lifetime alterations. I did some mental calculations of my expected income in the next 30 days, the amount of time until it would be delivered, and finally gave into my urges.

Sue went to go get an order form and a tape measure and asked me to step back by the dressing room and strip down again. What followed seemed like a measurement of every part of my anatomy except the depth of my pussy. Sue, although very professional, seemed to give me a few lingering, appreciative glances and I couldn't help but get a little excited as her hands moved all over my naked body. Her touches and looks seemed to go beyond just what was needed for the measuring. 




The Hunger Ch. 13



When she was finished and I was again getting dressed, for who knew how many times, I had an idea. "Sue, would you mind getting my friend Heather's measurements while you are at it and just holding them for us. After I get this one back, she may decide she just has to have one too."

Sensing the chance at another big sale, she quickly agreed. Heather's eyes were wide as she stood there silently and was measured. I could sense her excitement. I think I made Sue's day with more than a big sale. From my perspective I could see that she was very much interested in Heather's sleek and fit torso as well. Sue is an attractive, elegant middle aged woman and she reminded me a little bit of Sharon. I had never really considered her in a sexual way in the past. I decided to reconsider that status. Perhaps it was her, or perhaps it was me, but there was just a subtle, sexual vibe present. 

Sharon had once referred to something she called "swingdar," which I guess is analogous to "gaydar." She claimed to be able to somehow sense that someone that she had just met may be swinger, or at least open minded when it came to sex. Perhaps I was developing my own swingdar capabilities? I decided I would pay Sue a visit in the near future and perhaps further explore my suspicions about her.

Sue said there was one more step in the ordering process and she got a three ring binder that said "Ann's Corsets" on the cover. She had me pick out a corset design and a fabric from the swatches in the binder. She was very helpful as she went over the various designs. I finally decided on a full length model that came down to my hips. The bra cups had one interesting feature. The cups could be folded inwards so that it could be worn either as open cup, similar to a shelf bra, or as a full cup. The full cup allowed it to be worn as outerwear, with a skirt, and maybe a jacket to make up a full outfit. I liked the idea and it fit well into my plan of flexibility. It also had detachable garters, which I liked. She also mentioned that it would be designed so that it could be tightened up to 4 inches, depending on my desires for "waist training." I had a vague idea of what Sue meant by waist training but I decided to do some research later and find out more.

With the order completed, we went back to the register and I resigned myself to facing up to the music and seeing how bad the damage was going to be. I showed Sue my repeat customer card that entitled me to a 10% discount. I had gotten that on a previous visit when I realized that I was going to be making many repeat visits to the store. I didn't realize how big a deal it was going to be at the time. Sue saw it in my hand and said that for a purchase of this size she could do a little better than 10%. That was music to my ears. She tacked on an additional 10%, bringing my discount up to 20%. 

While she was ringing up our purchases, I noticed something in the glass display case at the cash register and stopped Sue and asked her about it. Basically, it was a fake pearl G-string. I thought that was a fun and interesting idea and not very expensive. I pointed it out to Heather and she giggled and agreed. I told Sue to add two of them to our purchases.

I also grabbed several pairs of hose from a nearby rack and threw them in. I knew I would be wearing hose more often and had already decided that I was going to avoid wearing panty hose as much as was practical. I had grown to enjoy the freedom of not having my crotch enclosed in hot nylon and the extra hassle of stocking was worth it. The fact that I was going to be out on the streets making sales calls, and not in an air conditioned office most of the time, made this a more important consideration for me. I got both stay up hose, and some sexy lace top hose that I could wear with garters. Some had a seam running down them. I also splurged on a couple of pairs of expensive silk hose. I justified their purchase with the fact they were less likely to run than nylon hose. 

I was somewhat shocked at the total when Sue was finished, but it wasn't as bad as I had expected. Heather's eyes went wide when she saw how much I was spending. I just handed over my debit card and watched as a good sized chunk of my windfall from selling the car dissolved with a swipe of the card. 'Oh well, easy come, easy go,' I said to myself. Besides, I would probably never need to go all out like this again. I resigned myself to the fact that this was a one time splurge. Then I reminded myself that I still owed the final payment on the corset as well. That was going to be another $200 but I would have 2 paychecks in the bank before I would have to come up with that. 

We said our "goodbyes and thank yous" to Sue and struggled to carry several large bags out to my car. I was instantly happy that we were in my larger company car. The purchases from the lingerie store almost filled the trunk by themselves and the day was still young. I had never considered the possibility of buying lingerie in such bulk. 

"Spending money makes me hungry, you ready for some lunch?" I asked Heather.

"Yes, definitely," she replied. I led her to a nearby bistro that was within walking distance.

After we had settled in and placed our order for ice tea and splitting a large chicken Caesar salad, Heather looked at me and said, "I can't believe you."

"What do you mean?"

"I can't believe you just spent that much money on underwear," she replied.

"It was fun, wasn't it?" I asked in reply.

"Yea, but that was a lot of money."

"I know, but look at it this way, its not like it was a one shot deal right? Unless we balloon up to two hundred pounds, which isn't likely in the near future, it's something we can both continue to enjoy for years to come. It's not like we walked into a casino or something and blew the money with nothing to show for it. Besides, I can justify at least part of it as being new wardrobe for my new job."

"I guess so, but it's still a lot of money," she moaned.

"It was worth it, and besides, it was the most fun I have had with clothes on, even if it wasn't a lot of clothes, in a long time."

"Yea, it was fun. Thank you so much."

I returned her smile and said, "You're very welcome and feel free to fully show your appreciation later on."

"I plan on it, trust me on that," she said, grinning broadly. 

About that time the waiter appeared with our salad and an extra plate to split the salad and we changed the topic. The rest of our lunch time conversation was devoted to discussion of the rest of our shopping extravaganza and preparations for the trip to the camp.

We also agreed to split a piece of cheesecake. We readily justified the extra calories as being a reward for only having hadsalad for lunch. 

Heather insisted on paying for lunch. It wasn't much and I knew that paying would probably help resolve any guilt she felt at how much I had spent on her. So, I let her pay for it without too much argument, as long as I could leave the tip. She agreed to the compromise. We left cash on the table for the waiter and were quickly back on the road again.

When we were back in the car I had a sudden thought. "Heather, you don't own any sex toys, so you?" I asked. 

"No, not unless you count my fingers," she giggled sheepishly. "My old college roommate bought me a cheap little vibrator once, mainly as a joke, but it didn't last long and I have always been too embarrassed to buy one for myself. It was pretty weak and was enough to get me aroused but not enough to make me cum," she explained.

"There's one of those big adult bookstores on the way to our next stop. I've always wanted to check it out. When I started buying toys, I was pretty shy about it too and got most of mine online. Since I have you with me to help fight off the perverts, I think I might be able to check it out. Whaddya say, will you be my body guard?"

"OK," she replied, a little hesitantly, "I guess I can give it a try, as long as I have you with me for moral support."

"I feel the same way," I replied. 

"Just promise me one thing?"

"What's that?"

"Just don't go crazy buying stuff for me like at the lingerie store," she replied seriously.

"I won't make any promises I can't keep," I said while turning to grin at her.

Luckily, this conversation was terminated by our arrival at the bookstore. I encouraged Heather to hurry up, before we lost our nerve. 

We entered the store and were a bit surprised. First, we had to show ID to the young cute clerk to prove that we were over 18. I wasn't expecting that. Next, the place wasn't as sleazy as I was expecting. It was clean, well lit, and the products were well displayed. There were a few men wandering the aisles, and even two couples. The men, for the most part, looked like typical business or trade types on a long lunch break. I didn't see anyone that fit the scary "pervert" stereotype that I had feared and expected. 

"This isn't so bad," Heather whispered in my ear. I nodded my agreement and we wandered around a bit, taking in the lay out of the store. 

I soon found the toy section and was amazed by the selection. I had grabbed a hand basket when we entered and I soon had a cordless egg and pocket rocket vibrator in it. I thought of them as inexpensive "stocking stuffers." I also found a rabbit vibrator that I thought Heather might like. I decided to restock my supply of lube and added some Astroglide and silicone lube. Heather's comfort level must have increased and she wandered off a little on her own while I was getting the lube. 

I caught up with her and found her looking over a selection of anal toys. She blushed when she finally noticed me standing beside her.

"See anything you like there?" I asked, ignoring her embarrassment and trying to sound like it was no big deal to reassure her.

"I have no idea, I was just a little curious about these I guess. I was just trying to figure out what they would do for you," she replied. 

"Would you like a few recommendations?" I asked.

"Do you... I mean... have you... used any of these?" Heather stuttered, obviously surprised.

"Yea, I have a few in my toy collection."

"You just never seem to stop amazing me," she replied.

I grabbed a set of anal beads and a set of three anal plugs labeled as an "anal training kit" and tossed them in my basket. Heather was silent but wide eyed at my choices. I also saw one of the fancy jeweled metal plugs that Amy had loaned me and I decided to add it to my own growing collection. 

I steered her to the next aisle where the dildos were displayed. Heather was amazed by the variety of shapes and sizes. We giggled like a couple of teenage girls about the different models and their various attributes. I noticed that she kept gravitating back to a really big realistic silicone dildo. I immediately flashed back to her description of her "fantasy man." As we moved to meander on, and without her noticing, I grabbed "fantasy man" and deposited it in the basket. I led her back to where the DVD's were displayed. 

I had decided I would pick up a couple of movies for an occasional, quiet movie night. I had never really been a big porn aficionado but thought I would see what was available. My limited exposure to porn was usually in the form of something a former boyfriend had shared with me in his lame attempt at seduction. I assumed there was something better available. I had heard there were some that were designed more for women and couples and I thought I would check them out. 

We were amazed at the selection but quickly discovered that most seemed to be of the stock male oriented, commercial variety. As we meandered through the aisles we found an area that contained specialty films. I was drawn to the lesbian section first and found that again most were of the commercial variety, although we did find a few that seemed to be made by women, for women and featured "real people." Heather agreed with my sentiment on this and we collaborated on choosing a DVD that appealed to both of us. We found a section marked as amateur on the next aisle that appealed to both of us. We quickly found that most seemed to be commercial vids hiding behind an amateur label. Most of the actors were simply relative unknowns, as opposed to the big name porn stars in the main stream vids. We dismissed these but did find some that caught our eye. They seemed to be swinger parties that had been recorded and released as amateur movies. Heather and I read the covers on a couple of them and decided on one that appealed to both of us. The participants seemed to be "real" and the description of the action in the party appealed to us. 

We wandered through the lingerie section out of curiosity, but the quality of the items there was very low. It was certainly no where near that of Sue's merchandise. Much was what I can only describe as "disposable." It was the kind of stuff a man might buy for his wife to be worn once to satisfy some fantasy and then relegated to the back of a drawer. I sincerely doubted many women would buy this kind of lingerie for themselves.

We then took a quick stroll through the BDSM department. Again, my protégé was in shock but not so much that she didn't ask me a lot of questions about the things hanging on the wall. I was able to answer most of her questions, but some of the more extreme items there left me in as much doubt as her. I was able to make some assumptions, but a few left me totally stumped.

The cute cashier greeted us with a smile. "Did you find everything," she asked courteously and professionally, as if we had been shopping at a department store. I replied in the affirmative as she began to open the packages on the vibrators to install batteries and check them. She seemed very nonchalant about it and I assumed that in this kind of job she had probably seen it all. I couldn't help but wonder exactly what kind of experiences she might have had working in that kind of environment. 

As she proceeded with the check out process, I noticed something in the display case that caught my eye. It was called a "clit clip" and was basically a wire that was doubled over and had glass beads hanging down on both sides. The clip part reminded me of the kind of hardware that you would use to hang drapes. The diagram on the package made its use pretty clear and I couldn't help but imagine Heather's cute pussy similarly adorned. I asked the clerk to add one to my purchases. 

Heather had wandered off as I was taking care of business with the clerk and she seemed to be enthralled with something in another glass display case. I approached her to see what had gotten her attention. The case contained a selection of piercing jewelry. I recalled our previous conversation on that topic as part of Dom/sub fantasy and made a note to explore it further at a later time. 

The clerk seemed to be ready for me so I returned to her and with another swipe of my debit card I had managed to dispose of another chunk of the windfall. Admittedly, it was a lot less than what I had spent at the lingerie store, but still over a hundred dollars. As I was signing the receipt, I wondered if this store had a frequent customer discount program too. Probably not, I concluded. 

I caught Heather's attention and she rejoined me and helped carry out our new goodies. Our bags from the adult store were much smaller, but a lot heavier as we loaded them up and prepared to proceed with our shopping expedition.

The rest of the shopping trip was a slightly less eventful. I went to an upscale women's shop that I had only dreamed of shopping at before. I needed a couple of new suits to wear for work. I had the more casual items pretty well covered, but only had two suits, one of which was a present from my parents when I graduated, that I referred to as my "interview suit." In my past position, those only were worn when there was a major meeting with clients that I was asked to sit in on.

I quickly picked out 3 designer suits. Two were silk and one was wool. They were black, a pin-stripe navy, and black. I got both slacks and a skirt with each so that I could mix and match. I thought that they, along with the khaki and white suits that I already owned, would cover all the bases. 

The shop had an in-house seamstress and I spent a few minutes with her and arranged for alterations. Again my short stature was an issue but the seamstress seemed competent and capable of doing a good job on the alterations. I had the skirts shortened to mid thigh. I planned on wearing heels with them and wanted them short enough to show a little leg, but long enough to cover hose and not be too trashy. I also found a couple of silk and cotton blouses that I thought were needed to fill out my wardrobe. 

I had an image in my head that I want to portray in my professional life. Basically it was a confident, attractive young woman that was not afraid to be a woman in a male dominated world. I wanted my "look" to portray a certain sense of femininity that was sensual but not quite sexual. 

Heather had wandered off while I was taking care of this. I found her over in the dress department, holding up a black mini-dress. It was pretty much your basic silk, "little black dress" except that it had a deep V in the front and a draped back that fell almost to the crack of the wearer's ass.

"Isn't it gorgeous?" Heather exclaimed. I could see that she had fallen in love. 

"Go try it on," I told her.

"No! Absolutely not! I can't afford it and I forbid you to spend anymore money on me," she replied, struggling to hold her voice down and not to create a scene.

"It doesn't cost anything to try it on, does it," she said. I could see that she was being swayed slowly and was susceptible to my logic. I had opened a crack and she stepped right through it. "Do they have it in any other colors and my size?" I asked. 

We found the same dress in a rich purple that was my size. I grabbed both dresses and took her hand and led her to the dressing room. We shared a dressing room and helped each other try on the dresses.

One look at her in the dress and I knew we were going to get it. She exuded sex appeal in the most sophisticated way. The dress was made for her. I knew that Heather would put her foot down if I said anything so I decided to be sneaky about it. I was also pleased with the purple version on me. To be honest, it didn't have the same stunning impact that Heather's did, but like I said, the dress was made for her. I decided I might need a stunning number like this for the occasional cocktail party and did the math in my head as to whether both dresses would fit into my remaining budget. Sue's additional discount just about covered it and my mind was made up. Heather was definitely going to owe me. I was starting to see the appeal of being a "Sugar Daddy," or is that "Sugar Momma," even if Heather didn't really qualify as a kept woman.

I handed the dresses to the sales woman that had been helping me earlier when I was selecting the suits and quietly asked her to add them to my purchases when Heather had wandered off again. I nodded towards Heather, held up a finger to my lips and she smiled in understanding. I'm sure she was paid on commission and she was more than willing to play along. 

I settled up at the register and checked with the sales woman about when my altered suits would be available. Another slide of the debit card and my funds were just about depleted, but not quite. I had one more stop planned and my power shopping plan would be complete. I carefully closed the bag with the dresses and blouses in it and gathered up Heather and we were off again.

"Where now?" she asked.

"Shoes, of course," I stated, "That should just about do it for the day and then we can head back to my place and get ready to leave."

"I would certainly hope so, you are certainly into doing the shop till you drop thing, aren't you?"




The Hunger Ch. 13



"I've never done anything like this in my life and may never again," I replied. "I'm just enjoying it while it lasts." 

"I'm having fun too, I like helping you spend your money, I just wish you hadn't spent so much on me," she said, again beating a dead horse. 

"Drop it, OK. I enjoyed spoiling you and you are worth it. Besides if I hadn't spent it on you, I would have just spent it on something frivolous for myself. One of these days, after you get out of school and have a great job, I'll let you return the favor. OK?"

"OK, deal, consider it done, although I'll ever have the kind of money that you are spending on me."

"You never know." What I really wanted to say was that if she ate my pussy the way she had the night before, we would be even. I didn't say it though. I knew she would have taken it the wrong way; probably the same way I would have taken it if someone had said it to me.

The drive to the shoe store was relatively short. It was located in an eclectic area of alternative shops. I knew that it sold shoes that covered the range from mild to wild. They didn't carry the expensive designer brands, but their quality was good and prices were reasonable. I had never really fallen prey to the designer shoe addiction that had claimed some friends, as well as their credit card accounts. I was mainly looking for heels to go with my new suits and to fill in a few other holes in my business wardrobe. My previous work shoes were usually hidden under a desk. That was no longer going to be the case and the new shoes had to fit into the "look" I described before. 

I wasn't planning to go too far overboard. I wasn't looking for the kind of "fuck me pumps" I had recently bought, but was more interested in some sheek heels with a relatively high heel that would elevate my physical presence in business settings. 

We tore through the store with a vengeance with Heather assisting me. I monopolized a young sales girl for a good while, sending her back and forth to the stock room. I was disappointed that they didn't have a few styles in my size but I finally settled on four pairs that I was happy with. I gave them to the girl and told her we were going to do a little more looking around. I found Heather over looking at the "fuck me pumps."

"Have you ever worn heels like this before?" I asked, sneaking up behind her. Even before the words came out, I had already considered the fact that she was probably going to need shoes to go with the black dress that I had bought her. 

"No, never. I'm more of a sneaker and sandal kind of girl. Besides, I never really have the right kind of occasion to wear something like this. I don't even know if I could wear them without breaking an ankle. They are sexy though, aren't they?"

"Uhh huh, they are definitely sexy. I have a couple of pairs," I stated.

"You do? Where do wear them?" She asked.

"Mainly to parties, parties like we are going to tomorrow." Her face flushed as she considered my reference to the party. "I have a little money left that is going to just burn a hole in my pocket, why don't we get you a pair. They aren't that expensive."

"No, not a penny more!" she exclaimed.

"OK, we'll consider it a loan then. I know you want them. You can take me out for a nice dinner the next time you have a little extra money. OK?" 

Her eyes flitted back and forth between me and a sexy, black pair with four and a half inch heels and ankle straps. I knew I had won and she had given into the temptation I had offered her. I could see it in her eyes. Without even asking her, I called the sales girl over, pointed to the pair and asked her to get us them in Heather's size after asking her what size she wore. Heather had resigned herself to getting the shoes and did not utter a peep. I was getting really good at this. 

While Heather was being outfitted with the shoes, I looked around the store a little. Off in a corner I found a pair of thigh high, stiletto heeled leather boots that I fell in love with. One look at the price tag told me that they were outside my budget but I knew I had to at least try them on. 

I went back to Heather and saw her walking shakily in her new heels. "They take some practice," I offered. 

"I guess so," she replied. 

"Don't worry about it, you'll get the knack of it with a little practice. It's not that hard. I'll help."

Seeing her in the heels produced something just short of a total melt down in me. Her legs were gorgeous barefoot, but in the heels they just made you want to spend hours licking them. I also took note of the change in her posture in the heels and the way her ass jutted out and her rolling hips almost made me start salivating. 

"Those are definitely the shoes for you," I said, grossly understating how I really felt. One look at her face and I said, "We'll take them." 

I did try on the boots and loved the way they looked and felt on me. The five inch stiletto heels not only increased my apparent height, they also seemed to lengthen my legs. Honestly, they did look a little silly with the sun dress I was wearing, but I tried to ignore that. Even if there had been any doubts about whether I would be returning to get them, the way that Heather looked at me wearing them was more than enough to settle the issue. I only hoped that the look of lust I had shown when she was trying on the heels wasn't as apparent as what I saw on her face. Her eyes were locked onto my legs in obvious fascination. I had apparently hit an exposed nerve. I was still taking notes. 

I begrudgingly gave the boots back to the sales girl and told her I would come back for them. After reconciling my own disappointment, I decided to get us out of there before I changed my mind. 

One more swipe of the debit card and my windfall was officially history. We managed to squeeze the bags containing the shoes in the back seat. I purposely kept Heather away from the side of the car with the dress in it and tried to cover it up. I hadn't really planned on when I would give it to her, but thought I might save it for a special occasion, real or created. I giggled at the idea of our 3 day anniversary and then settled on saving it for a graduation present. I knew I was going to have a hard time resisting seeing her in the dress again, and soon. 

As I was walking around the car, something caught my eye. There was a tattoo and piercing shop across the street. I pointed it out to Heather and asked her if she wanted to go check it out. I didn't have to work hard to persuade her.

There was a young man and woman sitting in a small lobby area, watching TV when we entered. I guess that they both were pretty much what you would expect in a place like that. I saw lots of tattoos on exposed skin, and a few facial piercings.

"Can I help you?" The girl asked.

"Yea maybe," I answered. "We may be interested in getting some piercings and wanted to see if you might have some information for us." I think I shocked Heather a little with the matter of fact manner that I discussed it. 

"Yea, sure." The girl replied. "Come with me over here." 

I followed her back to a small office area, Heather in tow, her hand gripped firmly in my own. 

"By the way, I'm Dawn." the girl introduced herself.

"Nice to meet you Dawn. I'm Kim and this is my girlfriend Heather." 

I could almost sense Heather's reaction to my proclamation of her status as girlfriend. I knew part of it was that it was the first time I had publicly, or privately for that matter, proclaimed her status as girl friend. Part of it was also the fact that we were in public. I was aware of exactly what I was saying and how it would be received. I thought there could hardly be a better place for my first public declaration of our alternative lifestyle. I somehow doubted that someone like Dawn would be shocked. Besides, I was starting to like the idea of keeping Heather a little off balance and surprised. 

Dawn didn't skip a beat and said, "Here's a little booklet I put together with basic information about different kinds of piercings. It also has some links to some good online resource websites. BSME is a good one and there are a lot of testimonials and write ups on different people's piercing experiences, both good and bad, on the site."

"OK, that's exactly the kind of info we were looking for," I replied.

"I also have this after care information," she said and handed me a single copied page.

"After care?" I asked. 

"Yea, you know, how to take care of the piercing afterwards while it's healing, the do's and don'ts. That's where a lot of people end up having problems with piercings. They don't follow the after care instructions and they get infected or migrate." 

"Migrate?" I asked, feeling like she may be speaking another language. 

"That's when the channel that's created by the piercings widens before it's healed and it may break through the surface or get too wide."

"OK, I can see how that could happen," I said.

"It happens, but like I said you have to pretty much ignore the after care instructions," she added. "Where were you thinking about being pierced?" 

Before I could say anything Heather jumped in and answered, "Hood and nipples." I was a little surprised. Up until that point she had been silent. 

"OK, cool. There's a lot of info in there about them, especially about the different styles and jewelry."

"Styles?" Heather asked, again speaking before I could say anything. 

"Yea, you know, the placement of the jewelry. Female genital piercings are a sort of specialty of mine," Dawn replied. "I included some pretty basic sketches in the booklet, but if you want to see actual pictures of the different styles then I would suggest one of the websites it refers to."

"OK, we'll check it out," I said. Heather was distracted, busy flipping through the booklet. 

"Let me make a suggestion. Read the booklet and after care information. Do some research online and get some ideas of what you are interested in. When you are ready, come back and we'll sit down and do a consultation before we proceed. Some women are better suited for some piercings than others and I can make some recommendations based on your anatomy," Dawn said, clearly enjoying her role as instructor to what she must have thought to be a couple of naïve lesbians. I couldn't deny the naïve part. I made a mental note to talk to Amy about this as a sort of disinterested, and more knowledgeable, third party. Amy clearly had more experience at this sort of thing than either of us. 

"One more thing," Dawn said, "Is the purpose of the piercings more for decorative or errrr... sexual purposes?"

"Isn't it possible to accomplish both?" Heather asked, the nature of the conversation pulling her interest back from the booklet. 

"Yes, I guess they are all decorative to some degree. Some are almost purely decorative. Of course the sort of response you get varies widely, depending on the woman. Also, the response can change over time. As you do some research, just take that into consideration."

I asked Heather if she had any more questions and she said no. She buried herself back into the booklet. I told Dawn we would be back and we headed out the door. 

I hadn't gotten very far out the door when something else caught my eye and on a whim I grabbed Heather's hand and pulled her into the shop next door. It was a swimsuit shop and the window display is what had caught my attention. I had been infatuated with the micro bikinis that always seemed to be featured on TV travelogues from some Brazilian or Australian beach. I had even gone so far as to once web surf through the Wicked Weasel website. Even though fascinated by this type of bikini, I had usually written them off as impractical. After all, when would I be lounging on some beach in Brazil or Australia where I wouldn't feel totally self conscious in something like that? On top of that was what I had come to recognize as my self image body issues. The time I had spent at the nudist camp had gone a long way in curing those and bolstered my self acceptance. In addition, I now had my own personal trainer (who also just happened to sleep with me occasionally) that was seeing to the care and fitness of my body. I felt better about myself than I ever had.

Heather rolled her eyes when she saw that I was dragging her into yet another shop. She too stopped and stared at the mannequin dressing in the micro bikini in the window display. She quietly acquiesced to my "shopathon" mentality. I quickly found the racks containing what I was looking for and dove in.

"Kim, I thought you were out of money," Heather said.

"Well, not exactly," I replied while doing mental math calculations in my head. The electronic deposit for my paycheck had hit my account that morning, in addition to the wire for car money. I had used the car money to pay most of my bills. I hadn't planned on dipping into the paycheck, but the sudden opportunity to fulfill my fantasy of getting a sexy bikini like this settled the matter.

It was a relatively quick stop, at least compared to the previous ones. I insisted that Heather get a similar micro-kini. She fought me of course until I finally said, "Well, I'm going to get two of them and if one of them just happens to be your size then I guess you'll just have to borrow it occasionally. Besides, I think I'm going to need a little moral support the first time I wear this." 

'Not that size was a major issue,' I thought. They were basically all one size fits all anyway. 

I could see Heather ever so slightly slip into her sub persona as I more or less bullied her into trying on the bikini. I found two that I really liked a lot. Mine was made from a metallic blue lame' material and Heather's was a satiny black. Both were cut similarly. The tops were basically two small triangles that covered only part of the breast with two strings that went around the neck and behind the back. The bra cups, if you would call them that, could be scrunched together so that all that was left was a strip of material that covered the nipple. The bottom was similar except that it only had one triangle. The back was a thin strip that was just a little wider than a G-string. The triangle in the front, while tiny to start with, could also be scrunched together to convert it into a strip so that it only covered the clit and labia.

As I looked at myself in the mirror I was convinced that the goal of the designer had been to create something that was just this side of illegal. Whoever the designer was, I was convinced that they had succeeded. I also noticed that my already small "landing strip" was going to need either a trim or total removal before wearing this. I mentioned this to Heather and she agreed and said she would need to do likewise. I smiled as I imagined an intimate evening spent shaving each other and playing afterwards. 

When I turned to look at Heather, I had an almost immediate thought, that being that I was going to have to buy the suit. Upon seeing her in it, my pussy soaked the bottom of my suit. While I thought I looked good in my suit, Heather looked like hers had been designed with her body in mind.

"Damn girl, we are getting that for you," I almost moaned. The twin peaks of her nipples, trying to poke through the top, was enough for me to see how excited she had become seeing herself in the bikini, and perhaps imagining herself wearing it in public. My pussy throbbed again when I saw her reaction as she took me in as well. Her reaction was enough to make me glad that I had made my impromptu decision to stop in the shop.

We helped each other adjust the bikinis and experimented a little with moving the triangles in and out, giggling the whole time. The touch of her fingers near my erogenous zones, and mine on hers was starting to get to both of us. I decided that if we didn't stop soon that we were going to making a scene in the small dressing room. Besides, as much as my pussy was saying to go for it, the clock was ticking and we were starting to run short on time. As much as I hated to do it, I told Heather we needed to get moving and started to help her out of the suit. As I did so, and she helped me out of mine, I made a note to plan on getting her back into that micro-kini as soon as possible.

I remember thinking that the makers of these suits had a real good thing going as I paid for them at the register. Their profit margin must be huge. The cost of materials was negligible and the mark up as a specialty product was huge. My marketing background kicked in as I considered all of this. 

I threw the tiny bag containing our purchases in the back seat and we were soon on the road again. Heather, of course, felt obligated to scold me for spending more money on her. I told her I hadn't spent a penny on her. Seeing her body in that suit was entirely selfish on my part and that I had bought it for myself. She countered with the fact that it was impractical and not something that could be worn very often, even at the nudist camp. She added that she didn't think that she could even wear it at the pool of her all adult apartment complex. I fired back that maybe we would have to do something about that and come up with some ideas about where we could wear them. My mind immediately fast forwarded to thinking about the possibility of a tropical vacation. 

After arriving back at my place and making several trips to unload the car, we set about preparing to depart for the camp. I carefully hid the dress I had bought Heather in my closet. The rest of the bags and packages went into a pile on my bed. They would remain there until we got back. We mainly just sorted through them to find those items we planned on taking with us. I gave Heather an extra overnight bag to use. We took a lot of her lingerie so that we could play dress up and decide what she would wear to the party. Besides, I offered, we may want to changes clothes during the party, depending on our mood and the atmosphere. Neither of us really knew what the other guests would be wearing, or not wearing, as the case may be. We agreed that some additional flexibility may be called for. I had already decided what I was taking and had it packed quickly. I saved us a trip to Heather's place by explaining that she could wash what she was wearing at Sharon's and wear it back home. She was good with that idea. 

My frequent trips to the camp had encouraged me to buy a second set of makeup and toiletries that I kept packed. I had justified the expense as worthwhile with the idea that it would be a major convenience after I started traveling for business. The fact that it served a dual role on weekends was just icing on the cake. 

A quick check of Heather's toiletry bag assured me that she was properly prepared. I also reviewed her clothing bag and saw that she was all set. As an after thought, I threw in our new micro-kinis to show off to Sharon and Amy. I also packed another bag just for toys. I included a few of my favorites as well as all of Heather's new toys and some lube and a back up supply of various sized batteries. I made one final stop in the kitchen and packed a small cooler with a variety of sodas and bottled water for the trip. We quickly had my car loaded and made a pit stop in the bathroom before hitting the road again. I was somewhat amazed at our coordinated efficiency. Heather and I made a good team. Of course a lot of that had to do with the fact that we really didn't have all that much to pack. 

I made one final stop before we got to the highway. I decided to top off the gas tank of the car. It was the first time I had used my new company gas card and I was very pleased about it as I stood there looking at the price of gas displayed on the pump. I thought of it in terms of having just saved the price of a couple of smaller purchases that I had made earlier in the day. I was really starting to like how my new economic situation was working out. 




The Hunger Ch. 13



As I finished filling the car, I had an idea. I grabbed one of the bags from the car, and asked Heather to go to the bathroom with me. She replied that she didn't need to go but when I asked her again to accompany me, she relented. I think she was a little puzzled by the bag that I was carrying but must have suspected that I was up to something. 

When we got to the bathroom, I locked the door and set the bag on the vanity. I turned to her, took her hands and asked her if she wanted to try out her new plug while we were on the road. The puzzled look on her face turned to one of surprise as her eyes fastened on the bag once again. She simply stood there, silent for a moment and I could see the uncertainty in her face. 

I helped resolve her unease by simply saying, "I will if you will." 

Her eyes brightened, she smiled and agreed with a cheerful "OK." 

I quickly dug out my plug, one of my old ones, and a bottle of lube. I thought it would help things a little if I put mine in first and she watched as I efficiently dropped my thong around my ankles, lubed the plug and then my ass. A minute or so later, my ass was full, the excess lube wiped off, and my thong back in place after grunting softly as I slid it into place. All the while, Heather watched me, obviously more than a little fascinated. 

When I was done, I asked her if she was ready. She nodded slowly and a bit hesitantly. I knew she was nervous. I had removed the smallest of the three plugs in her training set and told her we would start her off with it. I could see that she was relieved that I hadn't chosen one of the larger one's that was closer in size to the one I was using. I lubed it up and set it on its base on the vanity and asked her to lean over the vanity, pull up dress, and pull down her thong. I had to really try hard to not become too distracted as I set about lubing up her ass, inside and out. It wasn't easy. I had slid first one, then a second of my small fingers into her ass and made sure the inside was well lubed. 

When she was all prepared, I said, "I'll just hold it for you. I'll let you push back onto it at your own speed. Take your time. I've had a lot more practice then you have, so don't feel like you have to rush." 

I placed the rounded tip of the plug against the wrinkled ring of her anus and asked, "Ready?" "Uh huh," she almost gasped in response. 

"OK, just relax. Don't clench up, you might even want to try pushing out a little bit, like you are going to the bathroom. When you are ready, just push back with your hips and I'll hold it steady. Don't forget to breathe, just like you are doing yoga," I advised, fully into my mentor mode.

She started to push back and nothing budged at first. I then saw her remember to relax and the ring opened slightly and the tip slid in a fraction of an inch. Her breathing became deep and regular and she pushed back further. I placed my free hand on her exposed back, just above her ass and softly caressed the skin there. She was making slow but steady progress as she stopped and started. I looked up and I saw her face in the mirror over the vanity. The look on her face was a mixture of concentration, and occasional twinges of pain, mixed with what I can only describe as determination. Soft moans escaped her lips occasionally in rhythm with the movement of her hips. I felt a strong sense of pride in my protégé. Her eyes met mine in the mirror as she noticed me watching her and I smiled at her, trying to be supportive and show her my pride in her. She returned the smile and it was almost as if she got additional strength from me. 

Her rectum was continually being stretched wider by the tapered shape of the plug and when I looked back down again I saw that she was approaching the point where the flange would slip in and she would be able to close around the narrower neck. 

"Just a little more," I said, trying to encourage her.

She pushed back hard one final time and the plug lodged itself fully in her ass and her rectum closed around the neck. Her last thrust backwards was accompanied by a louder grunt. I could see her grimace as she was stretched. That look was quickly replaced by one of relief as the worst was past. 

"You OK?" I asked.

"Yea, I think so," she gasped, still recovering from the effort.

"Just stay there like that for a minute, relax for a minute, and I'll get you ready to go," I instructed her. 

I used some toilet paper to clean up the excess lube that had oozed from her ass, replaced the thong, and pulled the hem of her dress back down. When I was done, I took her by the shoulders and gently pulled on them until she was once again standing upright. Her thong had a lot of lycra in it and I knew that it would hold the smaller plug in place. I made sure the thong strap was situated against the base to hold it in place. 

"Do you think you can walk to the car, or do you need another minute?" I asked. 

"I'll give it a shot. My legs are a little rubbery right now," she replied.

I took her hand and after checking to make sure the back of my dress was in place, led her back to the car and opened and held the door for her as she got in.

"How do you feel?" I asked after negotiating the car back into the flow of traffic and pulling onto the highway. 

She sat there, contemplating my question for a few moments while I got the car up to speed, set the cruise control, adjusted the position of my seat and settled in for the drive. I had loaded a few favorite CD's into the sound system and soon had some easy listening music playing in the background. I felt the pressure of the plug in my own ass as I moved around and felt the resulting twinge in my pussy. I could almost see the wheels turning in her head as she tried to put words to the sensations coming from her lower extremities.

"Weird, really weird," she finally replied. "At first it was a weird kind of pain as I stretched, but I guess you know about that. Then I was just full, really full. Almost like I had to go to the bathroom... and now I'm still full but I guess I'm starting to get into it a little. My pussy is getting wet so I guess that's a good thing," she giggled. 

"Yea, that's generally a good sign," I giggled in response. "Was the pain worth it?" I added, a little more seriously.

"You know, I didn't really mind it that much. It wasn't like other kinds of pain, like a tooth ache or a pulled muscle. It was sorta like the nipple clamps last night, a good kind of pain. I guess it's what they call pleasure/pain in the erotic stories," she said. Her words were slow and calculated, as she tried to describe something that did not lend itself well to words.

"You know what's the weirdest part?" she asked?

"What's that?"

"Sitting here, in plain sight of all these other people driving by with this huge thing shoved up my ass," she giggled again. "I can't help but imagine what they would think if they knew. In a funny way I guess it's a turn on for me, on top of how it feels. You know?"

"I think I understand completely. Remember when we first met at the gym?"

"Uhhh, yea. What about it?" she replied.

"You saw my plug in my gym bag didn't you?" I asked.

"I thought I saw something." A sudden realization hit her. "Oh my gosh! Do you... I mean you wear it... there?" she exclaimed.

"Duh! Yes sweetie, the plug and another toy I sometimes use there, something called duotone balls. Almost every time you have worked me out. Why do you think I like the exer-cycle so much?" 

Heather seemed to be lost in thought for a while and again I could see the wheels spinning in her head. I think she might be thinking of the possibilities of this sort of toy use. Finally, she was ready for more information and she turned to me.  

"Do you ever cum while wearing it? I mean at the gym? I mean, I have never seen you..." She finally just seemed to run out of words but I got the gist of her question.

"No, I mean not just from wearing it. I enjoy it and its pleasurable and all, but it's not enough to get me off from just wearing it. The fact that I'm wearing it in public without anyone knowing is a turn on for me too. I do sometimes use one when I am masturbating though. I enjoy the feeling of being full back there when I'm masturbating and I always seem to have a real intense orgasm that way."

Heather was again lost in thought and asked, "Do you think I could... I mean... could I get away with wearing it at the gym... at work."

"I don't see why not, it's not like you're going to have a violent orgasm right there in the middle of the floor. It does make the time go by, especially when I'm going something boring like riding the bike. The bike seat is really nice, just the right amount of pressure on the base, and the movement helps out too." I answered. 

"Wow, you never cease to amaze me!" she exclaimed.

"I hope not, I wouldn't want to start to bore you," I replied. 

"I somehow doubt that." She said and then seemed to consider something else. "The other toy you mentioned, the duo thingy. What's that all about?"

"I'll show you later. I brought it too. It's better when you are more active, like on the bike. It goes in your pussy." I said, in a matter of fact tone.

Our conversation continued as we made good time. Heather squirmed in her seat a little from time to time, obviously exerting more pressure against the plug. She asked a lot of questions about the camp and the people I knew there. I tried to answers her questions as openly and honestly as possible so that she got full disclosure, the good and the bad, although there was very little I could truly describe as bad.

We had gotten away from the city and the traffic had thinned out. I asked Heather to get us something to drink from the cooler in the back seat. She had to contort her way between the split seats to get to it. She oohed and aahed a little as she experienced the sensations that the plug produced as she did so. She had told me a few minutes before that she was getting a little "squishy." I had a thought and told her to also get my toy bag and set it up in the front seat with us.

After handing me my drink, she set the bag on the center console and returned to her seat and buckled back up. Seeing that there was no traffic near us, I dug into the bag, my eyes flickering back and forth to the road, and retrieved the pocket rocket vibrator. I handed it to Heather and asked her to take it out of its package. 

'Why don't you use that to take the edge off? It'll help the time pass quicker," I said to her, grinning wildly. 

She seemed a little shocked at the idea, at least at first, but warmed to it quickly when I pointed out that the tinted windows would provide some privacy. She swiveled her head around, checking to see if there were any nearby cars or truck that would notice. Seeing none, she noticeably relaxed. Before long, she had dress up and the vibe pressed against her pussy. She was still a little reserved and pulled the dress back down over her hand but still only draped across her thighs so that no one could see clearly what she was doing. 

The plug had done a good job in warming her up and the addition of the vibe was enough to quickly bring her arousal to a peak. It wasn't long before her moans and groans drowned out the music from the sound system. 

"Can I, Kim, can I?" she gasped between moans.

She didn't have to finish. I could sense her need. "Yes sweetie. Cum for me. Cum now." I said, my words almost a whisper. It was all she needed and she predictably blasted off into her orgasm. Her cries of release echoed in the confined space of the car. One thing I had always loved about Heather was the way her body trembled when she was cumming and this time was no different. Her legs continued to noticeably tremble for quite a while as she enjoyed the afterglow of her climax. 

The vibe had ended up on the floor board at her feet, still vibrating quietly. I managed to lean over and grab it and turn it off. It was still wet and a little slippery from her juices. I placed it back in the toy bag.

Heather was a total failure as a conversation partner for quite a while. She laid back, slumped in the car seat and seemed to be almost comatose as she recovered and enjoyed her post orgasmic contentment. 

"Thank you, I sorta needed that. You've kept me turned on all day." she finally said, her head rolling towards me. I looked at her and I could see the relaxed glow on her face as our eyes met. "You're welcome darling. I wish I could say it was my pleasure, but we both know that isn't exactly true," I jibed at her.

"I guess I should say I owe you, but that's becoming something I seem to be repeating over and over. I guess one of these days I'm going to have to devote a lot of time to paying you back," she replied, slowly returning to her normal chatty self. 

"One of these days I'll let you," I replied, smiling at her as we shared the meaning of what might be behind our words. "Realistically though, watching, and hearing you just now was a pretty good payback. I enjoyed it. Maybe not quite as much as you, but it was nice. It sure beats making this drive alone. You are pretty good etnertainment," I added.

"Want to know what made it really nice for me," she asked rhetorically.

"What's that?"

"It was the fact that you told me to do it. That was such a huge turn on for me. I kept thinking about it. I'm not really doing this for myself, I'm doing it because you told me too. I really got off on that. I mean... it was more than just the 'helping me' thing, a lot more. I really, really liked that and I hope you will do it again." There was a large measure of sincerity in her words that really struck me. I had to sit back and think about them for a minute and let allow them to sink in.

I came to one conclusion. The submissive side of Heather's personality seemed to run a lot deeper than a few "fantasies" and her "help" quirk. Her comments and what I had observed while we were shopping was leading me to the conclusion that she was a lot more sub than she or I had realized. It ran deep but it was starting to rise closer and closer to the surface as we got more involved. I hoped that could be attributed to the growing trust she was developing in me. Whatever the cause, I had to consider what this meant in terms of our developing relationship. 

I had just decided to try a few experiments with her to test my assumptions when my reverie was interrupted by the fact that I needed to pull off the highway and to start navigating once again. Heather's excitement level rose when I announced that this was our exit and we were getting close. 'Perfect timing,' I thought as I noticed the sun starting to get low in the west. I smiled to myself when I noticed Heather getting fidgety and nervous as I pulled up to the entrance to the camp. 

"Relax Heather," I said to her. "I'll protect you from the nudist bogeyman." 

She giggled in response and said, "But who is going to protect me from you?" 

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The Hunger Ch. 14



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Sharon was waiting for us when we arrived. I had called her on my cell phone when we were on the road and given her our ETA. She welcomed me, as usual, with a warm hug and kiss. 

Uncharacteristically, she was wearing a sarong. I was sure that was in deference to Heather's newness to the nudist lifestyle. 

"You must be Heather. You're everything that Kim said you were, and more," she exclaimed while moving to her and sweeping her into a hug and kissing her on the cheek. I think Heather was more than a little shocked at the warmth and intimacy of Sharon's welcome. Heather was a little reserved and stiff at first, but quickly adjusted to Sharon's openness and she wrapped her arms around our hostess's body and returned the kiss to her cheek. They stood silently for a brief moment, staring into each other's eyes, arms wrapped loosely around each other, and I got the impression that Heather recognized another soul mate in Sharon's eyes. 

Finally, they broke their hug and Sharon said, "Ya'll must be starving. I have dinner ready. Let's go grab a bite. You just missed Jim. He and the boys left a little while ago. Hopefully you will get a chance to see him on Sunday afternoon."

We followed Sharon to the dining room. The table was already set and Sharon went to the kitchen and quickly returned with a large bowl of cold shrimp pasta. She also brought a bottle of cold white wine. I suddenly realized how hungry I really was. The salad that I had shared with Heather at lunch was just a vague memory. I could see that Heather was in the same condition as she spooned a generous portion of the pasta onto her plate as well. 

There wasn't much in the way of dinner conversation as we tucked into the delicious and filling meal. Sharon just sat and watched, obviously amused, as her guests tore into the meal. The crisp, white wine was wonderful and went well with the meal. 

All three of us joined to clean up. In a few minutes, the dishwasher was loaded and table cleared. We even had some leftovers for lunch on Saturday. Sharon suggested that we unload the car, get settled in, and then retire to the hot tub for more wine and conversation. We readily agreed and made our way back to my car. Sharon guided us back to the guest room where we deposited our bags. 

While doing so, Sharon caught my eye and gave me a nod, indicating her approval of Heather. I realized that she hadn't really had an opportunity to really get to know her yet, but I also knew that Sharon was the kind of woman that largely based her opinions on the strength of first impressions. Her approval was important to me and made my heart happy. 

After dropping off the bags that she carried in, Sharon said that she was going to open another bottle of wine and get the hot tub ready while we settled in. I realized that she wanted to give Heather and me a moment alone. 

"She likes you," I said to Heather.

"How do you know?" she replied.

"I just do, I can tell," I responded.

"Well, I'm glad. I like her too. I was pretty nervous meeting her," Heather said.

"Why?" I asked.

"I don't know, maybe because you have a longer history with her. Maybe it was just because I felt a need to be accepted by her, because of that history and the fact that she is a part of your life. Maybe it was because I was afraid of being compared to her as a lover."

"She's a very open and accepting person. I guess I should have told you more about her before we got here. I'm sorry about that. I think you will end up being good friends. I hope so anyway, and you have nothing to worry about in regards to any form of comparison. You are your own person, in bed and out. Sex is not a competitive sport." 

"I sure hope not," she replied, giggling softly.

"We need to get moving and not leave her alone. 

"Uhhhh..." I stammered and paused for a moment. "Heather, we usually don't wear anything in the hot tub. Are you ready for that?" I asked. 

"Yea... I guess so. After all, it's just us girls. Maybe this might be a good introduction to the whole nudism thing."

"That was what I was hoping you would say," I replied, smiling at her. Heather's smile was a welcome response to my statement. My heart skipped a beat when I saw Heather's body exposed to my view once again. I wondered if I would ever get used to seeing her and not reacting that way. I hoped not. 

"Ahhhh Kim, one thing," she said hesitantly. 

"Yes? What is it?" I asked. 

"I, rather we, still have the plugs in. I've gotten so used to it, I almost forgot about it. Should we take them out, you know... before," she asked, hesitantly. 

"It's up to you, but I'll leave mine in if you do. Besides, the lube has probably dried up some and the water in the hot tub will probably help out with that and make them easier to remove later," I said, trying to be practical. She simply nodded her head and followed my lead. We got out of our clothes and I took Heather's hand and led her to the hot tub on the deck.

As we were walking through the house, Heather said, "I have to admit one thing. I'm really starting to like the feeling of the plug in my ass. I think I could get use to having it in there on a regular basis. It makes me feel so naughty." I murmured an acknowledgement of understanding as we stepped through the back door. Sharon was waiting for us in the spa. She had three full wine glasses and towels nearby. There was a full bottle of wine on ice as well. I could sense Heather tense up as we stepped out on the deck, but Sharon's nonchalant attitude soon had her relaxing again. We both quickly joined Sharon and retrieved our glasses and Sharon proposed a toast.

"To an enjoyable weekend," she said. 

We clinked the plastic wine glasses and I recall thinking that the sound of plastic on plastic lost some of the charm of a toast. Heather and I settled in and the sensation of the swirling, warm water was soon performing its magic upon me. I saw a similar result with Heather. Sharon engaged Heather in the ritual of get to know you chit chat. The conversation was largely focused on Heather as Sharon quizzed her on the details of her life and background. I largely sat quietly, listening. Occasionally my mind drifted off as the water, wine, full belly, busy day, and sound of the swirling water had its effect on me.

At one point, Sharon stood up and reached for the bottle of wine in order to refill our glasses. I could she Heather's eyes taking in the exposed details of Sharon's mature, curved form. I sensed a certain degree of elevated excitement in her as she looked at Sharon. I quickly realized that while Sharon was very much different from either Heather or me, Heather was no less attracted to her fuller, curvier body. I smiled in response to that thought and was happy that things seemed to be proceeding well. Heather had admitted to being nervous about meeting Sharon, and I admitted to myself that I was just as nervous in my own way. 

I nervously hoped that there was at least some level of mutual attraction between my lovers. In that briefest of moments, my anxiety over that issue was greatly reduced and it was one fewer item on an increasingly shorter list of things to be concerned over. 

I was also glad to see that Heather was not at all disturbed by Sharon's questioning and her replies were becoming more detailed as the conversation continued. Heather was definitely becoming more comfortable with Sharon. The conversation slowly changed from less of an inquiry to what I could only describe as a friendly chat. My attention sharpened when Sharon gradually moved the topic to the details of how we had met. When that topic was exhausted, it moved to the details of our day spent shopping. Heather bubbled on cheerfully, almost as if she was a child describing her day spent at an amusement park, as she described her day. I stayed quiet, smiling happily, as I listened to the joy with which she described what had clearly been a wonderful day for her. My heart and feeling for Heather were buoyed by the enthusiasm that she used in her narrative. I did notice that she grew somewhat shy and less forthcoming when describing some things, particularly the lingerie and toys that I had gotten her. She also repeatedly scolded me for spending too much on her.

Sharon picked up on that and helped quell it by simply stating, "Sometimes a woman needs to be spoiled, especially by a lover that cares deeply for her." Upon hearing that, Heather turned to me and out eyes met. She reached out and took my hand.

"Do you agree with that," she asked me. It had been the first words that she had spoken to me since she and Sharon had started their conversation.

"Yes, absolutely," I replied. "I definitely wanted to spoil you and it was worth every penny." I had made similar comments to Heather earlier, but I think hearing it from someone else only served to validate my sentiments. Of course, I had already clued in Sharon on my plan to treat and spoil Heather and she was just backing me up. I planned to do my best to thank her for that later, in my own special way. 

I was starting to get wrinkly and waterlogged and said so to my companions. They agreed and we decided to get out and make a move to the living room. Sharon and I were standing on the deck, drying off, when Heather stood up and climbed from the spa. She had just stepped on the deck when the small plug slid from her ass and landed with a wet thud at her feet. Heather gasped as she recognized and felt what had happened. 

Heather was aghast and I could see waves of embarrassment flow across her face. She stood there, like a deer in the head lights, not knowing what to do or say. Sharon was at her best, and knelt and picked up the plug and said, "Don't worry about it. We'll clean it up when we get inside and make sure it's ready to be used again later. Don't you just hate it when those things don't stay where they are intended." 

Heather just stood there, still not knowing what to say. Her face was bright red as she blushed in embarrassment. Sharon and I paid no more attention to the matter, knowing that would be the best for Heather's frame of mind.

We went inside and settled into the living room, dressed only in loose towels. The towels were soon put to use to cover the furniture, as was customary among nudists. I was amazed how easily Heather took to this form of social nudity. Her earlier apprehension had seemed to melt away. Sharon put on some soft rock as background music and I refilled everyone's wine glasses. Sharon and Heather picked up again on their "get to know you" chat. My attention to their conversation faded in and out. The wine had a large part in this as my mind wandered. I sagged back into a corner of the couch and my thoughts were scattered. Mainly though, I mentally reviewed my day with Heather, the many highs, a few minor lows, and numerous surprises of the day. I had sensed early on that she was a complex individual. I was only then starting to realize how complex she was in fact. 

The conversation had seemed to slow and eventually ground to a halt as they began to run out of material and energy, or rather Sharon began to deplete a seemingly endless list of questions. I assumed they were feeling the same warm, soft feelings provided by the wine that I was. I was somewhat amused by Sharon's reaction to Heather. I knew her to be an outgoing, warm person and was confident that she would help draw her out of her shell. I suppose I was just a little surprised by the degree to which she set about that task. At the same time, I couldn't help but wonder how different I had been when I had been in Heather's situation and how Sharon had done the same with me. 

During a lull in the conversation Heather looked at me. I could see a warm fuzzy glow on her face. I knew she was ready for bed and perhaps more. How much more, besides just snuggling and sleep, was something I was unsure of and decided to play by ear. This was really the first time I had ever seen her with more than a slight buzz and I didn't know how she would react to the alcohol. We had had a long and busy day, after all. 

"Ready for bed?" I asked her.

"Mmmm, yea, I think so," she moaned dreamily. I stood and took her hand and led her to spare bedroom. Sharon caught my eye and smiled. She mouthed, "have fun," to me as we left her. I didn't even consider closing the bedroom door. Privacy was something that I had never even considered a necessity in Sharon and Jim's home. Heather flowed into my arms once we arrived in the bedroom. She kissed me and said, "I like Sharon, she's nice."

"I told you that you would like her," I said in reply.

"Would you do me a favor?" she asked, her face suddenly turning serious.

"Yea, sure, if I can, you know you only have to ask," I responded.

"Mmmmm... would you... please... please spank me?" she asked, haltingly, her eyes diverted from mine for a moment. She then looked at me and our eyes met. I could see the earnestness of her request in them and I also realized how hard it had been for her to ask. It was really the first time she had ever really asked anything of me and this fact was not lost on me. I also considered that while she was not drunk, the alcohol had probably emboldened her and allowed her to shed some of her inhibitions. 

"Yes, if that's what you want," I said, a smile on my lips.

"Oh yes," she almost groaned. "I've been a bad girl, running around naked all night and need to be punished for it," she said in an almost girlish voice. I immediately recognized that she had slipped into a role to help her get into the fantasy that she wanted, and perhaps needed, to play out.

I took her hand once again, kissed her, and led her to the bed. I sat on the edge of the mattress and then guided her so that she was draped over my lap, her beautiful ass positioned before me. I rested my hand on her ass and let it glide over the firm globes. Heather moaned softly in response. 

"This is going to hurt me more than it's going to hurt you," I said, trying hard not to giggle. I followed with a whispered "Not" that was barely audible. 

I started with a soft slap that was almost more of a caress than a blow. Heather did gasp when it landed, more, I was sure, from the anticipation and feeling of contact than any sensation of pain. I gradually began to increase the strength of my blows. I alternated back and forth between the cheeks of her ass, moving the target of the blows. Her cheeks were beginning to take on a pinkish hue as the blood rose to the surface. I was amazed how her tight ass seemed to absorb my blows without the least jiggle. 

The volume of Heather's moans grew in direct proportion to the force that I used to spank her ass. While I was still not striking her with any great deal of force, her moans did indicate they were having a definite impact on her. I was starting to get into the experience of spanking her. I felt my nipples harden and a tingling sensation in my pussy. My pussy was not the only one that was reacting, I realized, when I felt the first drop of juice drip onto my thigh from Heather. The sound of her moans, the feeling of her fluid on my thighs, and the visual appeal of her pink, tight ass were all having an impact on me. I was somewhat mesmerized by the sight of slight ripple that flowed across her ass every time my hand landed on her ass. 

Heather was starting to squirm slightly as my hand landed. She was also starting to thrust her hips back, raising her ass, ever so slightly in anticipation and greeting of my blows. 

I stopped for a moment, giving my hand a break, and ran my hand across her ass and felt the warm glow of her cheeks. "Mmmmm, so good... more please," she groaned, "harder," she added.

I switched hands and took up the spanking once more. I moved my target to the back of her thighs and she responded with an enthusiastic groan. I was starting to see a hint of the outline of my hand on her skin after each blow. The few drops of her juice dripping onto my thigh had seemingly turned into a steady flow as her arousal level grew. She was clearly getting more and more into the experience of being spanked. This conclusion was re-enforced by her body's reactions to the blows. Her squirming had increased, as had the way that she pushed her ass back to meet my blows. I realized that her squirming was her attempt to produce some sort of contact on her pussy and that she was also rubbing her thighs together to attempt to get some sort of relief. I decided to stop that and somewhat roughly pulled her thighs apart. That action left the sensitive inner surfaces of her thighs open to me as an available target for my blows. She squealed loudly when my hand landed on her inner thighs. 

I caught movement out of the corner of my eye and looked towards the door. Sharon was standing in the doorway, leaning on the frame, her fingers locked around one nipple as she watched us. She smiled, and lifted a finger to her lips, indicating that I shouldn't announce her presence to Heather. I nodded my understanding and returned my attention to the task at hand. 

At one point, I stopped for a moment and rubbed her ass and thighs again. The warm glow had turned hotter and her skin was extremely warm to the touch. Her skin was now distinctly decorated with the numerous outlines of my hand. 

"Please don't stop!" Heather growled. "Oh gawd, I need more, harder please," she pleaded, the need almost dripping in her words. I could sense in the tone of her words that she was almost as surprised by her reaction to the spanking as I was. Her words also made me realize that what had started as a sensuous spanking was quickly turning into serious pain play. This fact was not lost on me, and if anything, it only intensified my own desires.

Also during this brief break, I shook my hands, trying to return some sensation to them. They stung as well, a result of the numerous impacts on Heather's firm ass cheeks and thighs. Sharon saw this and she attracted my attention and silently indicated that she would be right back. She quickly returned, carrying a small, leather covered paddle. Sharon was definitely serving well in her role as helper. I took the paddle from her without allowing Heather to see the exchange.

I set back to work, revisiting all those spots that my hand had visited earlier, starting low on her back and working my way down. "OH gawd!" Heather screamed, as I ratcheted up the intensity of my blows.

By the time I reached her inner thighs, she was groaning loudly with every blow and squirming enthusiastically. I had a quick thought and dropped the paddle and returned to using my hand. I started spanking Heather's pussy softly, but with increasing vigor. She spread her legs wider, welcoming the blows. My hand landed on her wet, open pussy with a loud splat. The sounds of her moans and groans changed in character as well. They were clearly the sounds of her approaching orgasm that I was quickly learning to recognize.

I reached between her legs and began to rub her clit. "Cum for me, cum now," I whispered to her. That was all it took and her orgasm rushed through her trembling body. I pinched down relatively hard on her clit and she howled her release. I removed my fingers from her clit and began to stroke her engorged, wet labia as her long and intense orgasm continued. It was, I thought, the most intense orgasm I had seen her have in the short time we had been together. 

I saw Sharon out of the corner of my eye. Two things struck me as I looked at her. First was that she was very turned on. She had clearly enjoyed playing the voyeur. The second was how surprised she seemed to be. I wasn't sure, at the time, if that surprise was at Heather or rather my capability to deliver the kind of scene she had just witnessed. Sharon and I shared a silent moment as we looked at each other. Meanwhile, Heather sobbed softly. She was still draped over my lap, as I softly caressed her back and allowed her to recover from what I knew had been a very intense experience. I recognized her sobs as the result of the intensity of her climax and not those from the pain. I was certain that she was probably still on an endorphin high. The residual soreness wouldn't set in for a while and I decided to make sure she took some ibuprofen before going to sleep. 




The Hunger Ch. 14



Heather carefully moved off my thighs and carefully sat on the bed next to me. She noticed Sharon for the first time. Suddenly she was back to her shy, bashful self again when she saw her. 

"Have you... you been here... the whole time?" she asked, stuttering and blushing. The blush on her face matched the color of her ass and the post orgasmic blush across her chest. 

"For most of the time," Sharon replied, smiling. 

"Ohhh gawd, I'm so embarrassed," she sobbed, hiding her face in the hollow of my neck.

"Don't be," Sharon replied softly. "It was lovely, absolutely lovely. To be honest, I'm sorta jealous." 

"Jealous?" Heather asked.

"Yea, it's been a long time since I've enjoyed that kind of spanking. I used to be into that sort of thing, even more than that, actually." 

"Really?" Heather exclaimed. I think her old ghosts had returned, those that made her feel different, a freak, a pervert, because of what she thought of as her unusual desires.

Sharon's words helped her put those ghosts to rest, to make her feel like she wasn't all that different after all. Sharon had made some off handed remarks that made me think that she had been into BDSM at some point in her life. I had never really asked her to expound on them for some reason. That part of her sexual history was still a mystery to me. I knew her sexual experience was a lot more extensive than my own, but I was largely ignorant of most of the details. In that moment, I decided to remedy that with some discussion on that topic in the near future. 

"Yes," she replied, reassuringly. "As a matter of fact, would mind if I borrowed Kim for a little of the same while you are recovering?"

"You'll have to ask Kim that. It's not for me to say," Heather said, her words taking on a markedly submissive tone. 

"What do you say Ma'am, do you think you can give my old flabby ass the same kind of treatment you did that little hard body?" Sharon said. I was a little shocked by the nature and tone of her words. Obviously there was a lot about Sharon that I did not know. I had a feeling she had a lot to yet reveal about herself. 

"I think that's a possibility," I said, jokingly. "And just for the record, your ass is lovely, not flabby at all. You just have more tush for the push," I added, giggling. 

"That's what Jim says too," she said, giggling and sharing in the joke. "Wait a minute, let me get something else from my room," she added.

While she was gone, I looked at Heather and asked, "Are you OK with this?"

"Yea... I think so, it might be fun," she replied, smiling broadly. "I might even learn something." 

No sooner had we finished this quick conversation and Sharon returned carrying a riding crop. It seemed she had chosen her weapon. Upon seeing the crop, I immediately understood that Sharon was no stranger to this sort of play. While the paddle could be used for some milder spanking scenarios, the crop was definitely for a more advanced level. 

Sharon handed me the crop and climbed onto the bed, assuming a position on all fours that left her plush ass exposed and ready. Heather slid over and made room for her. I quickly decided to start slow and build up the intensity of the blows, as I had done with Heather. However, I had the feeling that Sharon was not going to need the gradual build-up that I had used with Heather. With that in mind, I decided to let Sharon's reaction be my guide.

I ran my hand over Sharon's exposed ass, caressing it, and heard her moan softly in response. She gasped when I drew my hand back and brought it down with a firm blow. My hand had stopped tingling from its earlier use on Heather. Sharon's round, plush ass absorbed the blow and a pink blush rose to the surface almost immediately. Her ass rippled ever so slightly as my hand made contact. I saw Heather out of the corner of my eye and saw that she was observing intently. Sharon did not make the slightest whimper of protest as my arm swung over and over again, delivering a series of blows as her ass took on a ever growing glow. 

"Harder, please... harder. I can take it, don't worry," Sharon groaned into the pillow on which her head rested. My hand was getting sore again and beginning to tingle. I grabbed up the paddle again and put it to use. 

Sharon's groans indicated that the paddle was having its desired effect. As each blow echoed through the bedroom it was quickly followed by Sharon's vocal response. This was usually in the form of a moan or groan that I took to be a mixture of pain and pleasure. Sometimes it was a softly grunted exclamation of "more" or "harder." Her ass had taken on more of a reddish hue and the outline of the paddle was clearly evident on several spots of exposed flesh. 

After I had delivered about 20 blows with the paddle, I decided to grant Sharon's wish and I switched to the crop. I quickly saw the benefit of the crop, over the paddle, and fell in love with it. It was much more precise in its ability to target a specific area. It was like the difference between using a butcher knife and a surgeon's scalpel. Both have their uses, but one cannot be used in place of the other. The other advantage was that the crop delivered more force to its target, rather being spread over a larger area. I was soon becoming adept at its use and took the opportunity to develop my skills. I had a nagging feeling that they may play a more pivotal role in the days and weeks to come. My mind wandered for a moment as I imagined using the crop on Heather and how she might respond to it. 

Sharon was obviously reacting to the use of the crop on her. Her groans had dramatically increased in volume and enthusiasm. Her hips had begun to pivot back in time to my strokes, increasing the force of the impact. I could see the juice beginning to drip from her pussy every time the crop landed on her ass and she jerked in response. I had moved my target to the back of her thighs and then to her inner thighs. She reacted to that change with a loud series of shouts of "Yes!" Sharon's level of arousal had increased dramatically and I wondered if I might be overdoing it and we would both regret the results of the vigorous cropping in the morning.

I again caught Heather out of the corner of my eye. The look on her face was of definite excitement. I noticed one hand had dropped to her pussy and she was stroking herself. The other was on her breast and she was not so softly pulling on an engorged nipple.

As mush as I wished I could devote all my attention to Heather, I was compelled to return my full attention to Sharon. I slowly worked the target of my blows up her thighs, slowly approaching her pussy. She reacted by spreading her legs further to give me easier access. 

When the leather pad at the business end of the crop landed softly on her engorged labia she screamed out, "Yes... Oh Gawd Yes... More... Harder! Close... so close!"

Sharon's body trembled with every blow and her groans turned into screams. I was emboldened and reassured by her response and slowly increased the ferocity of the blows to a level I would have never considered previously. I noticed that Sharon's hands had moved to her breasts and she was aggressively pinching her nipples in time with my strokes of the crop. When I moved the target of the crop to her clit and began tapping it, and then slapping it harder, she exploded. Her orgasm was more intense than anything I had ever seen her experience before. Her knees gave out and she collapsed onto the bed, the crop trapped between her thighs. Her cries of release reached a fever pitch as her body writhed on the bed. 

Another, dissimilar cry of release echoed through the room and I looked over and saw Heather cumming as well. Her eyes were shut and her hand was buried in her pussy and her body quivered as waves of release rolled through her. I noticed her body quivering in the characteristic manner I had come to associate with her climaxes. 

Sharon's orgasm had come to an end and she lay on the bed, still quivering through the after shocks of it. I simply sat next to her and caressed her back with my hand. Heather was slumped onto the pillows, half sitting at the head of the bed, likewise recovering from her own orgasm. I reached out with my other hand and softly stroked her thigh and felt the small quivers as her body recovered and slowly settled into a resting state. 

Sharon recovered first and rolled over onto her back. Her eyes met mine and I thought I detected not only loving gratitude but also a great sense of satisfaction in them. 

"Thank you, it's been a really long time. I guess I forgot how much I missed that," she said finally. 

Her voice was raspy and I realized her throat must be dry. I retrieved the wine and brought both her and Heather's glass. Heather had recovered enough that she gratefully accepted her glass. Sharon managed to sit up against the headboard and took hers as well. She made a quick grimace, as what I assumed was a still tender ass, made contact with the bed. I took stock of myself as well and felt the mild burn in my arms that the recent activity had produced. I also recognized that I was more than just a little aroused as well. I swallowed some of the wine to quench the thirst that I had worked up.

After swallowing, I said, "I take it from what you just said that this is not something that you and Jim do on a routine basis."

"Uhhhh no," Sharon replied, "as a matter of fact, never. We've talked about it, but you know Jim, he's such a gentle lover. He has a problem with the idea of striking a woman, even if it's something she wants. He's tried, but could never get much past a few gentle love pats on my ass. He's simply not cut out for this sort of thing, he doesn't have a single Dom bone in his body."

"Yea, I guess I can see that," I said.

"It's not like I can really complain. His other talents as a lover more than make up for this one small shortcoming. But then you know that, don't you?" she said, smiling. 

"Yes, he is a wonderful lover, all in all. He is certainly the best male lover I've ever had."

I realized that I had largely ignored Heather and I looked at her and moved to kiss her. Her lips welcomed mine and we shared a long, glorious kiss.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to ignore you," I stated.

"No, it's OK. I was sort of out of it anyway," she replied. "I do admit I was a little jealous though."

"Jealous? Why?" I asked.

"Well two reasons really, first because of the way you used that crop on Sharon. I want some!" she exclaimed. "Well... and second because of the way you two were just talking about Jim. You know that's something that is missing from my live. As much as you have taught me and pleased me, I have never really been with a man that really satisfied me."

I considered her words for a brief moment before I replied, "Well, I'm sure we can resolve both of your issues, just not immediately. I think your ass has had enough for tonight. We'll have to save that for another time. As for Jim, he'll be gone for another couple of days but I'd be willing to bet that Sharon wouldn't mind sharing him with you. What do you think Sharon, do you think that Heather here would make a good welcome home present?"

"MMmmm, yea, I think so. Knowing Jim the way I do, he's absolutely love to play with such a gorgeous, young, hard-body. That is, on the condition that I get to watch and play too."

"That sounds lovely to me, I'd like that," Heather said, dreamily. My two lovers looked at each other and held each other's gaze for a long moment. For the first time I noticed the growing lust between them. I was overjoyed. This was exactly the sort of development I had hoped for. I considered the ramifications of that for a moment before another idea came into my head and curiosity got the better of me.

"Oh Sharon darling?" I said, breaking the look that she was sharing with Heather. 

"Yes sweetie?" she responded, her eyes turning to me. 

"I think you have been holding out on me about something," I stated. 

"Oh really, what's that? If I did it wasn't intentional," she said. 

"Well, based on recent developments, and a few other stray comments you have made in the past, I get the distinct impression that you are no stranger to the BDSM lifestyle. Is that an accurate conclusion?" I asked. 

"Well... yes," she replied. "I guess I have never told you a lot about my history and maybe you just made the assumption that Jim and I have been joined at the hip forever." 

"OK, fair enough, so spill," I said. I noticed Heather sitting, settled back, sipping her wine and intently listening to my conversation with Sharon. 

"Well, before I met Jim I was pretty heavily involved in the D/s lifestyle and had been into it for about ten years. I had just left a long relationship with a Dom when I met Jim. To be honest, I wasn't really looking for a relationship with anyone, especially a straight guy. I soon found that Jim isn't as straight as I thought, at least in the conventional sense. It was Jim that introduced me to swinging. I guess I just traded one set of kinks for another. Anyway, what can I say? I just fell for him and had to make a decision. The result of that was that I made the decision that my love for him was more important than my previous choice of lifestyle. There was a trade off involved, but I think I came out ahead. Don't you?"

"Yes, Jim is definitely a keeper and I guess all relationships involve some degree of sacrifice," I said. I had sat there through her long explanation, listening closely. I noticed that Heather was as well.

"Yes, exactly, and it's not like he hasn't kept me happy and satisfied through the years. I do admit, though, I still feel the itch occasionally, that is, a need to serve. I have found a few friends that help me scratch it from time to time and they help keep the pot from boiling over, so to speak," she said, grinning at me. "That was something that Jim I came to agreement on early in our relationship. He was honest with me and recognized there was a part of me that he would never be able to satisfy, just as he would never be able to satisfy my bisexual desires. He's good about that sort of thing. He's honest with himself and knows his own limitations, not that he has many," she added. 

"Can I assume that the friends you mentioned include Ken and Lynn?" I inquired. 

"Yes, among others, that would be an accurate assumption," she said, her grin returning. 

"That explains a few things I have wondered about," I said.

"Really? Like what?" she asked.

"Like what you were so supportive of my decision to go be with them and do some of my own exploring," I replied. (Author's Note: See Chapter 9) 

"Let's just say that I knew, based on personal experience, that you were going to be safe and in good hands," she said, giggling at the unstated meaning behind her words. 

"Can I ask one more question, and then I'll shut up?" I asked. 

"Sure, ask away, as many as you like," Sharon responded.

"How did I do? I mean just now? You know I'm a rookie at this sort of thing." I said.

"You may be a rookie, but are a very talented one. I would have never known," she said, smiling warmly at me. 

"I wasn't too rough on you, was I?" I asked, deciding that a follow up question was in order.

"Oh dear no, not at all!" she exclaimed. "As a matter of fact it was perfect. In the old days I might have liked it even more severe, but my poor ass is out of practice and I can't handle as much as I once did. The ending was superb. One thing you have to realize about me is that I am a pain slut sweetie. When I am in sub mode, like I was earlier, there is very little distinction between pain and pleasure for me. It's just all sensation. I get into the whole endorphin rush thing and my most intense orgasms are from pain play. You definitely don't have to take it easy on me."

"OK, I'll take note of that fact," I said, smiling at her and hoping she understood that I hoped this was not just a one time occurrence, with her or Heather.

As for me, I realized that I had discovered another side to myself. I didn't try to analyze it at that moment but rather decided to save that task for another time. I was sure of one thing though, the spanking scene I had just experienced was a tremendous turn on. I had gone into it with the simple idea of helping Heather live out her fantasy with no real expectation that it would do a lot for me. I was simply serving in my role as mentor. I had vaguely understood the concept of being a "switch," but had never seriously considered that label, at least in reference to myself. I decided then that that was something I needed to re-evaluate at some point in the near future. This was especially true in its impact on my relationship with Heather and perhaps Sharon as well. 

Sharon turned her attention back to Heather and they shared another long, drawn out, and meaningful look. I saw something in Heather. Perhaps it was some sort of recognition. Perhaps she saw some of herself in Sharon and perhaps she may have found a role model. In either case, it was clear that she might have found a sister. 

Sharon finally broke the silent moment she was having with Heather and looked back at me. I recognized something in her eyes. Our relationship had taken another important step. I felt closer to her than I had ever before. She had shared a part of herself that she only had previously with people she felt very close too. That level of intimacy was not something I took for granted.

My reflection on the nature of my relationship with Sharon was interrupted when Sharon spoke. "Heather, it would seem that there is one person that has not cum this evening. I think we would both be very negligent in our duties if we didn't resolve that little matter, don't you?"

"Yes, you have a very good point Sharon," Heather replied.

"What do you think would be a good solution," Sharon said, almost as if I wasn't even there.

"I think multiple, intense orgasms may be a good pay back." Both of them were looking at me with wicked and horny smiles on their faces. I felt my moist pussy throb as I imagined what might be in store for me.

Whatever I might have been thinking, or imagining, was quickly forgotten as I was overwhelmed by a tidal wave of warm, soft, feminine flesh. Heather and Sharon swarmed over me and I was gently pushed down onto the bed. They seemed to come to some sort of unspoken delegation of duties as Sharon took responsibility for my bottom half and Heather for the top. 

It started with kisses to my lips and inner thighs. That quickly progressed to licks and nibbles to my neck and ears and soft licks on my swelling labia. The double-teaming that I was experiencing soon had my arousal level growing rapidly. I had been on "simmer" for quite a while and what was being done to be was quickly bringing be to full boil. It was clear to me that neither Sharon nor Heather were going to be subtle. This was not going to be gentle love making. They intended to fuck me and I was not in the least troubled by that thought. My own needs had been placed on hold for a while and what was developing was just what I needed to satisfy my carnal desires.

I felt Sharon's tongue slide between my labia and dive into the depths of my channel. She seemed to be trying to bury herself in my depths. 

Meanwhile, Heather latched onto a nipple and I felt her settle into suckle me. Her hand found my other nipple and she began to softly pull and pinch it as well. The action of her fingers, lips, tongue and teeth created bolts of pleasure that seemed to flow and merge with the sensations that Sharon's mouth was creating below. I simply surrendered myself to my lovers and relaxed and luxuriated in the sensual pleasures that they were producing in my open, accepting body as I moaned my pleasure in response. 

Sharon retracted her tongue from between my engorged labia. She shifted to taking long licks that started near my asshole and then traveling up one labia, around my clit, and down the opposite labia, finally arriving back to near my asshole. It felt glorious and, as if from a great distance, I heard my moans increase in volume as I absorbed the new sensations. Heather was still happily sucking on my turgid nipple, her soft murmurs of pleasure vibrating through my nipple. I realized that she was in her happy place. I ran my fingers through her hair, softly caressing her and occasionally encouraging her to switch nipples and continue suckling at my breasts.




The Hunger Ch. 14



I had almost forgotten the plug that was still buried in my ass due to the concentration of my lovers on my pussy and breasts. Sharon took the base of it in her fingers and began to gently nudge it back and forth. My mental focus immediately shifted to my ass as the pressure of the plug forced me to deal with the awakened sensations from that party of my nether regions. Sharon's tongue moved to my clit and began to circle its swollen tip while two fingers of her other hand slid into the depths of my pussy. Her fingers began a slow, firm stroking of my G-spot with a "come here" motion. As if some unspoken agreement had taken place between her and Sharon, Heather began to bite my nipples with slowly increasing pressure. This combination of actions pushed my arousal to a new, higher level and I felt myself begin the long, wonderful climb to orgasm. I was more than ready for it. My hunger had hit me with full force and my entire being was being reduced to a quivering mound of protoplasm that was entirely focused on one thing: the primal, raw need for release. My conscious mind had shut down and the reptilian part of my brain had taken over control. 

"Fuck me, make me cum," I groaned from somewhere deep within. "I want it, need it, pleaaaase!" My pleading words seemed to evoke the needed response from my lovers. Sharon's mouth shifted from the soft licks around the perimeter of my clitoral shaft to a more direct form of stimulation. She ultimately took the exposed tip between her lips and began to suck on it. The suction was interspersed with occasional swipes by her tongue across the tip of my clit while continuing her sucking. The actions of her fingers also became more vigorous. She was basically fucking my ass with the plug now, pulling it back far enough that the plug was stretching my anal ring. The fingers in my pussy had also increased the speed and firmness of their enthusiastic stroking of my G-spot. I felt the pressure in my G-spot increasing and the growing sensation of needing to pee that always precedes one of my very wet orgasms. 

Heather had also increased her energetic activities at my breasts. Her suckling had morphed to nibbles and then bites on my nipples. White-hot bolts of pleasure/pain shot from my nipples and seemed to travel straight to my clit where they merged with the sensations that were being produced by Sharon's actions. 

I was definitely overwhelmed with a serious case of sensory overload. I could no longer differentiate the sensations flowing from my breasts, clit, pussy, and ass. They had just blended into one giant, glowing ball of pleasure that had seemed to grow and concentrate in my uterus. My climax began with a body encompassing shudder and my vagina clenching Sharon's fingers. The ball of pleasure exploded and my mind seemed to melt as I was overtaken by the pleasure that flowed back and forth through my body in shimmering waves of orgasm. My body contracted and contorted and I am sure I might have crushed Sharon's head between my thighs. My ass clamped down on the plug in a series of strong contractions, locking it in place deep in my bowels. I somehow recall someone screaming out their pleasure with garbled cries of release. I later realized that person was none other than myself.

I am not sure if I actually blacked out, or I was just so lost in the orgasm that my consciousness had just shut down. In either case, I opened my eyes to see a smiling Heather looking down at me. When I looked down the length of my still quivering body, I saw the equally smiling face of Sharon. Her face, however, glistened with a heavy layer of my juices. I realized that I had ejaculated all over her and I was sure that she had done her best to drink as much of it as she was capable. I was suddenly aware of the cool wetness of my juices on my thighs and on the sheets beneath my ass. I was sure that the bed was going to be unusable without a change in bedding. 

I somehow managed to raise my hand and beckon Sharon towards me. She rose from between my legs and moved to my side. Meanwhile, Heather took up position on my other side and we settled into a warm embrace, legs and arms tangled in a loving snuggle. I rolled my head to the side and met Heather's lips in a kiss. She appreciatively returned it. I then rolled the other way and first licked Sharon's face, tasting myself on her, and then met her lips as well. Heather's lips met Sharon's and then Heather proceeded to hungrily lick my juices from Sharon's face and lips. 

"Mmmmm, I love the taste of her," Heather purred.

"I know what you mean, me too," Sharon agreed.

"Thank you, thank you both. That was wonderful, one for the diary. I hope I didn't drown you," I finally managed to croak after the ability to speak began to return. 

"You're more than welcome and you know me, I'll never complain about that, I love that about you," Sharon replied. She rolled to her side and retrieved my wine glass and placed it at my lips. The liquid felt like honey as it flowed down my parched throat.

"Me too, I'm sorta jealous of her ability to cum like that," Heather added. 

"Well, I do think I may have ruined the bed. It's too wet to sleep in," I said, my voice slightly less scratchy after the wine. 

"I have a solution to that, why don't we get you cleaned up and make a move to my bed. That is, if you two won't mind sharing it with me. I'm not used to sleeping alone and with Jim gone it's going to be awfully big and lonely by myself. We'll deal with the sheets in the morning. This bed has a plastic mattress cover, so it won't hurt it," Sharon said, being her ever-practical self.

"Sounds good to me. Heather?" I said, checking on her, not really sure how she would feel about Sharon's proposed sleeping arrangements. 

"Sounds lovely to me," she replied, smiling broadly. 

Sharon and Heather helped me out of the bed and guided me towards the master bedroom. I was still a bit wobbly and rubber kneed. We managed to navigate our way to the master bath and Sharon dealt with adjusting the water temp in the shower as Heather supported me. 

I had missed Sharon's huge shower. Heather seemed to be impressed as well. It was certainly an improvement over the tiny tub in my apartment. They led me in and what followed was a very sensual, if not sexual, shower that featured a lot of roving, slippery hands, caressing each and every part of my body. I in return, refreshed by the hot water, returned the favor to both of my lovers, assisted by the other one that was not being tended to. It was very much of a sharing experience and seemed to help bond us even more as a unit. The shower was followed by what seemed like a long drawn out drying session. We went through a huge pile of soft towels as we help dry each other's hair and bodies. I couldn't help but notice that both Heather and Sharon still sported a very pink bottom. I was careful not to apply too much pressure as I ran a towel over each of their sensitive derrieres.

Once we were reasonably dry, we retired to the bed. We quickly settled into a warm snuggly pile in the middle. I was placed in the middle and after a series of round robin and communal kisses were exchanged, we settled in for a contented night's sleep. After my long, exhausting day and very satisfying sex, I was ready for the soft embrace of sleep. The warmth and softness of my lovers only added to the contentment I felt as my mind drifted off into slumber. 

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