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."