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{ASS} HUNGRY FOR EVE {Hungry Guy, Eve} (M/F fist tort nc Mdom enem
exhib oral Fpov)
COLLABORATION BY: Hungry Guy and Eve
Foreword: This is the first story that I have written by request,
and it is partly a collaboration with her. I normally give
permission for operators of erotic story web sites to redistribute my
stories. However, because this is a collaboration, we ask that you
get permission from both of us before posting our story. Authorship
for this story belongs to both Hungry Guy (hungryguy@literotica.org
or hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com) and Eve (who has requested to be
anonymous). Thanks.
###
I had been lurking in the alt.torture newsgroup for years. I had
always had a fascination with BDSM, but most of my edge play had been
in my own imagination. While my husband would sometimes play along
with my tamer fantasies, I knew that he'd freak if he knew my deeper,
darker fantasies.
As I was sitting on the sofa one evening sorting through the
day's mail while watching television with my husband, I flipped
through the semi-annual flyer from the local community college.
"Honey," I asked, "what would you think if I took this writers'
workshop?"
"Oh? I didn't know you had an interest in writing, Eve."
"There's this guy in the newsgroups who's been posting amateur
BDSM stories. I won't tell the class that's why I'm taking the
course, but I'd like to learn to write my own stories that I can post
too."
"Then go ahead, Eve. Have fun!"
###
I drove to the campus after work the following Thursday for the
first session of my writing class. It was almost 7:30 as I entered
Warren Hall and took the elevator to the third floor. It was a short
walk down to room 305.
I entered the classroom and was relieved that it was a small
class. There were only six other students present. I took a seat at
the small conference table at which they all sat and nodded a
friendly smile to the others.
The clock on the wall clicked 7:30 and the instructor walked in
half a second later.
Holding a half-eaten Dunkin' Donut, he swallowed and said, "Good
evening, class," in a thick British accent.
He took another bite of his doughnut, swallowed, and then
continued, "Let's get started, shall we? This is the writer's
workshop for anyone who might be in the wrong room."
He took another bite as one student jumped up out of his seat and
rushed off apologetically, "Sorry, wrong class."
The instructor swallowed that bite and continued speaking, "Let's
start by introducing ourselves, and revealing why each of us is here.
I shall go first. I'm Henry, your instructor."
He pointed to the student to his left a young man in his mid-
twenties, and then took the last bite of his doughnut.
"I'm Carl. I want to learn to write Science Fiction. I've
submitted a number of stories to _Analog_ and _Asimov's_ and others,
but have never made a sale."
The instructor nodded to the next student.
"I'm Lucy. I love to read Harlequin Romances, and I'd love to
try writing one someday."
The remaining students each introduced themselves. Their
objectives were all pretty much the same.
In a flash it was my turn and all eyes were on my. I hoped that
I made a good impression. My thirty-something figure was a little
plump, but my 40D bra size still gave my that hourglass figure that
gals try to achieve. I brushed my long brunette hair back over a
shoulder and introduced myself, "I'm Eve." I paused, not wanting to
reveal my true motives for taking this writing class. "I'm married
to a wonderful man who is very supportive, but I want more out of
life than work and family. That's why I want to write."
The class had all introduced themselves, but during the
introductions, Henry, the instructor, had opened up a Twinkie and was
in the middle of a swallow.
One of the student's spoke up to the instructor, "Hey Hungry, you
really got to stop choking those things down, man!"
The instructor laughed, "I know. But I just don't have the
willpower to resist their chocolate charms my good chap. Say, didn't
I see you in my Literature class yesterday morning?"
"Yes, sir. You have a good memory to remember me from that huge
lecture hall."
"Yes these night classes are much more pleasant. I enjoy getting
to really know my students one-on-one. Now, let's get to work, shall
we? Who brought a manuscript to class with them today?"
The rest of the class was spent reading one student's manuscript
and then critiquing it, and then the same with another. Henry told
the class that we are required to write one short story per week to
be critiqued by the class each Thursday, and to bring enough copies
to hand out to the class.
I was excited at how well my first class went. And there was
something hauntingly familiar about that professor, even though I had
never met him before.
The prof had left the room by the time I collected my purse and
folder and I walked out of the room in a huddle of other students.
We rode the elevator down and out the building. I noticed the prof
entering the cafeteria and I headed for my car to go home.
####
I spent the weekend writing a short story to bring to class.
####
The following week, I met up with Lucy walking through the
parking lot, and we walked toward Warren Hall together.
"What do you think of Hungry Guy?" she asked me.
_What the hell?_ "What are you talking about, Lucy?"
"Hey, what'd I say, Eve? I was just asking what you though of
the prof? I had him for freshman English last year. He a real
character!"
"You call him _Hungry Guy_?"
"Yeah, everyone calls him that. He's always eating something."
We arrived in class a few minutes early and took our seats. The
prof showed up right at the dot of 7:30.
"Good evening, class," he started. "Do you all have manuscripts
for the class to critique."
I set my story on the table in front of me, as did all the
others.
"Who wants to subject their masterpiece to the ravages of their
classmates first?"
Lynn spoke up, "I can go first if no one else minds."
Everyone, including me, heaved a sigh of relief. Lynn handed out
copies of her story to the rest of us and we spent the first hour of
class finding typos, poor grammar, weak characterization, and
otherwise tearing it to shreds.
I could tell that Lynn was shaken at these events. Hungry must
have also, for he told Lynn, "Please don't feel so bad, Lynn. Even
pros must expose their first drafts to this sort of scrutiny.
Like the first class, the prof left the room upon dismissing the
class. On my way back to my car, I walked down the sidewalk past the
cafeteria and saw the prof eating a muffin and a cup of coffee. What
a hungry guy I thought he must be! A sense of déjà vu hit me at that
moment, but it vanished a split second later.
###
By the third class, I had written a number of stories that had
been critiqued in class. I was getting better. I had even written
my first erotic story; but it was just for myself. I could never
show it to anyone, especially my husband. It was about how the prof
kidnapped me and took em home with him and raped me. Maybe I could
submit it to Literotica.com. The first thing we did today was that
the prof demonstrated an exercise in brainstorming. He wrote a word
on the blackboard, an each one of the class called out the first word
that his word reminded us of. Then we each called out a word that
one of those other words reminded us of. It was funny -- I kept
thinking of words like "lick" and "suck" and "wet" and even "hungry."
When we had filled the chalkboard with words, we then called out
story ideas from the assortment of loosely related words and were
told to write a story based on these ideas for next class. The prof
smiled oddly at me for a second before we went on to critiques this
week's story assignments.
I don't know why, but I had my purse and folder ready to get up
as soon as the prof dismissed the class. I left the room ahead of
the other students and was walking a short distance behind Hungry --
that's what we all called him now. It was eerie, though. Looking
around, the campus was deserted. The other students from the writing
class had already dispersed, and it seemed that the prof and I were
the only two people walking around outside at that moment.
At that moment he stopped and glanced behind him. "Oh, it's only
you, Eve," he said in his British accent.
"Yeah. It's only me. I'm just headed to the café for a cup of
coffee before I head home." I don't know why I said that.
"Me too. Care to join me?"
I walked with the prof into the empty cafeteria. I got myself a
cup of coffee from the coffee machine and took a seat at one of the
tables. Hungry joined me a moment later with his muffin and coffee.
We were the only two people in the huge dining room.
I took a sip of my coffee. Man! The coffee's bitter here.
Hungry pointed to a counter where they was extra sugar, so I got up
and returned with a few packets of sugar to add to my coffee.
From there, we talked mostly chit chat. How he was originally
from New Jersey and he can't stand the heat of the desert here and
longs to go back east when the job market improves. I told him how I
fly out east to visit relatives once a year or so.
But, wow, I was suddenly feeling dizzy -- like I had just smoked
a joint or something.
I must have looked ill. "Are you all right, Eve?" he asked.
"I'll be fine, I think I should be getting home, now, though."
"Let me help you to your car?"
"Sure. Thank you, Hungry."
We walked out of the cafeteria and then the strangest feeling hit
me. The next thing I knew, I was tied up and in some kind of padded
box. It smelled like rubber and chemicals. And it was moving
somehow. I could hear, like, traffic noises all around. Damn, I was
in the trunk of a car. How long was I here? I had no way to know.
I tried to kick, but I just made a muffled metallic sound. I
remember seeing on one of those _Fox_ "Get Out Alive" shows that if
you're kidnapped in the trunk of a car to start ripping out wires --
the cops will pull the car over for no tail lights But I was bound
so tightly that I couldn't move. And I hadn't the foggiest idea
where to feel around for wires.
We had just turned onto some bumpy road. It seemed that I was in
there for about two hours. But not knowing how long I had been there
already, that didn't tell me anything. At least, being night, it
wasn't too hot.
Finally, the car stopped. I herd him open the door and walk to
the back of the car. He opened the trunk.
"Hello, Eve."
"Where the fuck am I?"
"You're in my car's boot. Let me help you out."
"Fuck you!"
"Gladly! But first!" he held up a funny smelling cloth to my
nose and held it there for a minute or so until I passed out again.
I woke again laying on a mat in some strange windowless room.
There was only one door on a far wall -- a steel door that looked to
have no handle.
As for me, there was a steel collar around my neck padlocked to a
heavy chain bolted to a stud in the middle of the floor. Not only
that, but I was also completely naked. I felt so humiliated already
knowing this asshole has seen and touched my body.
There were other studs in the floor also with chains of various
lengths bolted to them. The walls were lined with all sorts of BDSM
gear. There was a Saint Andrews cross on one wall, a wooden pony,
and a normal sawhorse in the middle of the room. There were a number
of suspension harnesses hanging from the ceiling. And one wall was
lined with glass cabinets full of all manner of BDSM gadgets.
Overall it was a well stocked dungeon. I'd be impressed if I wasn't
here against my will.
The chain wasn't long enough for me to reach any of the cabinets
or the equipment.
About an hour later, the door slid open like an elevator door,
and Hungry walked into the room. He stepped over to me and said,
"Good morning, Eve."
"Holy shit! You're Hungry Guy! From the newsgroups!"
"Rightie-oh, sister! And I know what you like!"
He grabbed another, longer, chan and locked it to my collar and
then unlocked the short chain.
"Stand, bitch!" he commanded.
I stood and he pulled me over to the saw horse.
"Lean over this."
"Please! Don't do this!"
"Now, bitch! And spread your legs against each leg of the
sawhorse.."
I leaned over the sawhorse with my ass in the air. He reached
down and shackled each of my ankles to each leg. Then he walked
around to my head and shackled my wrists to the other two legs of the
sawhorse. Then he unlocked the chain from my collar.
Next, he went back behind me and felt up my pussy crack and up my
ass crack.
"You're so dry and tight, bitch. I need to fix that first."
"Pleas! I beg you! Don't do this to me!"
"Oh, you'll like what I plan to do first. It's what comes after
that you'll scream in pain. Bwaa, haa, haa!" Yes, he actually
laughed evilly, "Bwaa, haa, haa!"
He kneeled down behind me and started licking my cunt.
He licked up from just below my clit, over my clit and over my
pussy hole. He stuck his tongue into my hole as he went over it.
Then he went back down again. He paused over my hole for a moment,
fucking me with his tongue. Then he continued back down to my clit,
and played with my clit with his tongue for a while.
Then he licked up around the inside perimeter of my cunt, up over
and around below my clit and back down again. Oh wow! I couldn't
believe it. Here I am being raped, and I was getting wet. Then he
went back up the middle again, like he did before. He played with my
clit, and then went up and lingered a moment over my pussy hole,
fucking me with his tongue one more time, then back down to my clit
again. I couldn't believe I was on the brink of coming! He
continued up and tongue-fucked my hole again, and then came back down
to my clit. I felt like I was about to burst! I had never come so
close to coming so quickly before.
Back up he went, and around the perimeter again. Get back to the
target, man! He went back up and down the middle again, like he did
the last time. I was _this_ close to coming, and then he started
sucking on my clit, and just my clit. Hard! Like my clit was a tiny
dick he was sucking on. Here I come! Oh God! Here I come! I
started bouncing and thrashing like I had never came before. I swear
I made that sawhorse walk halfway across the room! He even continued
sucking on my clit while I came! I just continued coming and coming
until my clit started to hurt. And then I still kept coming and he
still kept sucking.
Damn, he was good! My husband could learn a few things about
eating pussy from him! But shit -- I'm being fucking raped! I
should be thinking like that!
I finally expended myself and he stopped sucking. Then he stood.
My view of him was from my upside-down head just inches from the
floor, and I saw him unbuckle his pants and let them fall. Oh shit!
His cock was hard as a rock.
He stepped forward and jammed it into my pussy. He pumped me a
few times and then he stood there holding it inside me. He moaned as
I could feel him coming inside me.
Well, maybe he'll forget about torturing my ass.
He finished coming and then he walked over to a cabinet and took
out some sort of curved metal clamp-like thing. "Do you know what
this is?" he asked.
I didn't answer.
"It's a speculum. And I know what you want me to do with it."
"No! Please! That was just, you know, erotic chat. You can't
really do that to me! Please!"
He didn't answer, but I felt something cold touch my pussy. Oh
God! He's pushing it inside me. "Ow! Ow! Ow! Please stop!"
"Oh I haven't even started yet, Eve."
I felt him fiddling with it, and then I felt it getting bigger
and bigger, like a cock getting hard while inside my pussy. But it
still kept getting bigger and bigger. Then it started to hurt. Big
time. Still, he kept cranking it bigger.
"Eeeyow!" I cried at the incredible pain.
"Hmmm," he said, "five centimeters diameter. That's about three
inches to you. I think I can get your pussy a little bigger, don't
you, love?"
he started making it bigger again. "Yeeeow! Oooowwww! Oh! Oh!
Owwww! Ahhgggg!" I screamed with the intense pain.
"There!" he said, "That should do it. That's a good seven
centimeters, or about four inches."
He just stood there watching me for a while. After a moment the
pain seemed to ease, but the cold room air blowing inside my pussy
sure felt really weird.
I should have kept quiet, but I asked, "Now what?"
"Now what? Now comes the main event, love."
Shit!
He brought over some more little metal things and reached under
the horse. "Wow! Look how hard those nipples are! Don't tell me
you're getting off on this!"
Was I getting off on this? I honestly didn't know any more. He
clamped the nipple clamps on my nipples. They hurt, but I've worn
nipple clamps before, and it wasn't so bad.
But I spoke too soon for he next placed a clamp on my clit.
Eeeeyowww! I saw stars!
Then he got down on his knees again. I couldn't believe it when
he started licking and rimming my asshole. He spent several long
minutes getting my asshole good and wet with his mouth. I couldn't
believe he did that. I almost told him, "Don't put your mouth to my
asshole! You don't know what's been in it." But I don't think it
would have been funny, given the situation.
Then he stood again, and I saw him spread something on his cock
from a small tube. I sure hoped that was KY Jelly. Then he put his
cock to my asshole, and pressed gently. I tried to clamp my asshole
tight, but the speculum holding my cunt open also prevented me from
clamping my ass sphincter closed tight. He increased the pressure
and I felt the head of his dick penetrate me. He steadily increased
the pressure and he cock slowly oozed into my asshole. Thank God he
was doing it slow and gentle, and it wasn't hurting as bad as I
feared. Other than that it felt like I had to take a wicked shit, it
actually felt pretty good, to be honest. I guess this isn't the time
to be honest, though.
He finally got it all the way in, and I could feel his hips
pressing against my ass.
"Oh man!" he moaned. "That feels so good, Eve! Your asshole is
so tight and hot!"
I could feel his cock twitching inside my rectum and then I heard
him grunt again. I knew he was coming inside me again. Somehow, I
could feel it inside me.
He held it in me for a few moments more before he pulled it out
again. I felt like I had to shit so bad that I couldn't hold it in
any more, and I just let it out.
"Hey!" he laughed. "You're shitting my cum out! Holy shit!
Well, now that your asshole is good and wet, it's time for the grand
finale."
Then I heard him fumble with some other stuff. He slid a bedpan
under the horse directly below my ass. But that meant that it was
also inches away from my face. Then he inserted something small up
my ass. I heard water run, and felt a warm sensation up my ass. Oh,
cripe! He's giving me an enema. I felt a bloating sensation in my
intestines as he filled my ass with warm soapy water. After a few
moments, I felt like I was going to burst and that I was going to
poop that enema hose out of my ass like a rocket.
Then I saw him holding something else up. From my angle, it
looked like a dildo. A dildo up my ass won't be so bad, I suppose.
No wait! I was a butt plug. No! I have to shit so bad!
He removed the enema hose and immediately pressed the butt plug
against my asshole. I felt him press it against my asshole and slide
it in. Again, I didn't have enough strength to clamp my sphincter
closed and he pushed it in deep. It hurt for a moment when he pushed
the wide part through my asshole, but then it just felt like the
world's worst cramp.
I felt like I had to shit so bad, but as hard as I pushed, I
couldn't. Did you ever have to shit and could feel it right there
but it wouldn't come out? That's what this felt like, only with a
vengeance! I couldn't shit that butt plug out no matter how hard I
pushed.
"I'll be back in a little while, love," Hungry told me, and
walked out of the room.
The pain! The pain! The pain! Oww! The cramps were so intense
and I never felt like I had to shit so bad in my whole life, but I
couldn't and that made me feel nauseous.
Fortunately, he returned before I threw up. He pulled the butt
plug out and I gushed a fountain out of my asshole.
It all rained into that bedpan under my face and I felt like I
was going to puke all over again. Thankfully, he pulled the dirty
bedpan out and replaced it with a clean one. I was still dripping
out my asshole, but not so bad and it didn't make me feel like
puking. Though the sight was disgusting inches before my eyes.
"Now that you're clean, we can get on with it, eh?"
He had another object in his hand. From my angle, it looked like
a dildo. A dildo up my ass won't be so bad, I suppose, and a lot
better than a butt plug.
I felt him press it against my asshole and slide it in. Again, I
didn't have enough strength to clamp my sphincter closed and he
pushed it in deep. But it wasn't just a dildo. It was a vibrator
that he turned on -- one of those good ones that made a low, bassy,
powerful hum that echoed through my whole body. What with that
speculum spreading my pussy wide open, I couldn't help myself and I
came again.
"Man, you're a hot bitch, Eve! How many times did you come for
me so far?"
I didn't answer. I wasn't counting. He let me quiver and shake
for a while as I came before turning the vibrator off.
He slowly slid it out, and then -- oh no! I saw him fumble with
another speculum. I closed my eyes and felt something cold press
against my asshole. Again, he pushed it in easily. I felt it go
deep up my ass, deeper than his cock or the vibrator. Then he
started expanding it. I felt it spread my asshole open -- a little
at first, then it was stretched until it hurt.
"Gaaaak!" I let out a scream.
"Really, love? It hurts already? I've hardly opened your
asshole two centimeters, er, inches yet."
He continued fiddling with it and it hurt more and more.
" OWWWW! OW! OW! OW! GAAA! OW!" The pain was ten times
worse than my pussy -- and he was still turning it.
"We still have a ways to go, love."
"EEEEYOWWWW! OWWWW! EEAAAGGGHHH! OWWWW! YEOWWW!"
"I've got your asshole open to about five centimeters, love.
Almost there!"
The pain was just so unbearable that I couldn't take it any more
and I didn't have the energy even to scream any more.
"There," he said. "now, just one more thing.
Next I felt something warm and hard press against my wide-open
asshole. He was pushing his fist inside me. Thankfully, if that's
the right word, he slid the speculum out while leaving his fist up my
ass. That helped ease the pain a little. Hell, it eased the pain a
lot. His fist didn't feel so bad, actually.
Then he started fucking my asshole with his fist, in and out, in
and out. But he pushed it in deeper with each thrust. I could
actually feel his fist pushing deeper up my intestine with each
thrust. It was painful, but felt more like cramps inside me than
anything else.
"Oh man!" he said. "This feels so bizarre. I think I grabbed a
lump of shit being formed."
I didn't want to know that. I don't know why, but I asked, "How
deep are you in me?"
"I'm nearly up to my elbow with that last thrust, love. Feels
good, eh?"
"It doesn't feel so bad after a while." I don't know why I said
that either.
"I can't go any deeper, love. Your intestine makes a ninety
degree turn here."
That was a relief. I think.
Then he slowly withdrew his arm from my asshole.
"Man, the suction inside your ass is incredible."
It took about a minute for him to slowly pull it out. It was
such a relief when he finally removed his arm, his hand, and
fingertips from my asshole.
Then I felt like I had to take the biggest shit of my life. Here
I was, bent over a sawhorse, with the worst cramps of my life in my
intestines, that I just had to let the pressure out. But instead of
shit, I let out a fart -- one of those long hot quiet ones.
"Pee-youuu! Love! What was that?"
He then left me there in a cloud of my own fart gas while he
washed his arm in a sink along that counter.
He walked back to me and said, "I guess were finally done love."
I was never so relieved in my life, but I was a little
disappointed too, though I couldn't imagine why I felt that way.
He slowly pulled the speculum out of my cunt. What a relief that
was! Then he removed my nipple and clit clamps, reconnected the
chain to my collar, and unshackled my wrists and ankles. But my body
cramped when I tried to stand upright again. So I had to hobble,
bent over. Hungry stood there watching me un-cramp and stand upright
again.
"Are you okay now, love?"
"Yeah. Does this mean I can leave now?"
"First, let me ask you."
"Ask me what?"
"Are you a woman of your word -- a woman of honor?"
"Well, yes. Of course."
"Then give me your word of honor that you won't go to the
bobbies, er, police -- that our little tryst tonight will remain our
private secret. Is you will, then I shall drive you back to the
campus. There's a good chance that your husband will still be asleep
and he won't suspect a thing."
There was no way I would have reported this to the cops. I
didn't want _anyone_ to know about this.
"Yes, you have my word," I agreed.
"Very good, love. I'll return in a moment."
He left the room and returned a moment later with my clothes
neatly washed and folded and set them on the counter. Then he
removed my collar and chain and told me to get dressed.
"Can I have some privacy while I dress?"
"After what we just did, you want privacy to dress?"
"I guess not," I shrugged. So I dressed as he stood there
watching me.
He then escorted me out that door, into a small foyer with
several other doors. One door led to his garage where his car was
parked. He drove me down a long dirt driveway. It was very early
morning and still dark, so I didn't get a good look at his house, but
the silhouette looked fairly large through the side-view mirror.
He turned onto a main road and we drove through the desert for a
couple of hours until we finally reached the campus. He let me out
in the lot next to my car.
"Good night, love," he said. "See you in class next week?"
"Yeah, sure," I answered. The funny thing is that I was pretty
sure I _would_ be back in class next week.
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