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Hungry For Eve
College professor teaches his writing student a lesson in erotic literature.
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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!"
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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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