The hunger has always been there.  Whether it be a good looking guy, a hot girl,
a steamy movie, or even one of those trashy romance novels, the fire has burned
inside her like a white hot poker. Laughing to herself, Kristen realizes that her
English professor has just stoked the burning embers, and she turns her attention
back to the blank piece of paper in front of her. Mr. Evans is her second
semester English professor, a creative writing elective. Being a upper level
course, it is but a handful of students, mostly seniors trying to complete their
requirements for graduation.  Due to the size of the class, only 12 students, it
is a much more intimate and personal course than your standard lecture hall. 
Hell, on occasion Mr. Evans has even held class at his house near campus, his
effort to heighten their closeness, and really open their minds. Staring at his
Ivy league features, she begins an outline of her thoughts.  He started the day's
class with a discussion of the obvious.  They had been meeting for several weeks
now, and writing various pieces.  Now that they are comfortable with each other,
it is time to open themselves up.  He has dared them to reveal their innermost
thoughts, really show each other who and what they are. Looking at the class, he
wondered how much they would reveal, how creative they would actually be. As soon
as she heard the assignment, the hunger blossomed. Her nipples grew erect as she
thought about revealing her passion. Her hunger had always been sex.  Always. 
Although she had never openly discussed it with anyone, she was sure many of her
past lovers had discovered her love of sex during a wild fuck.  There had been no
"making love" or "having sex" in her past.  Always fucking.  Straight, bi, hard,
long, fast and hot.  It is what she craved, and what she hungered for.  Always.
It began back in her childhood, discovering an adult magazine hidden in her
parent's bedroom, tucked underneath the mattress.  These magazines and stories
ignited the fire.  Her fingers and hands did the rest, exploring her body as she
hid under her covers at night. Smelling herself, tasting her wetness.  Finding a
vibrator in her mother's underwear drawer added fuel to the fire.  The first
time, she did not even have to slide it in her tight, young pussy.  As she turned
it on, the vibrating sensations in her hands sent her off. Playing doctor with a
friend fed the hunger, but never really fulfilled it.  Although she remained a
virgin until high school, the magazines she found, the vibrator she used, and her
own fingers gave her more experience and knowledge than most teenagers.  Add the
never ending hunger to this, and she entered high school insatiable. Although
still a virgin, she had had her fun.  The one thing that was always in her favor
was her looks.  Kristen stands at around 5'6", her body long and lean, with just
the right curves.  Their pool in the backyard helped keep her in shape, and she
had the body to prove it.  Her breasts were still developing, small, but with a
great full shape, and thick nipples that grew hard in an instant.  Her small
waist led to a perfectly rounded ass, with firm thighs on top of long legs. With
parents both working, and an in-ground pool in the back she had the perfect
setting for explorations.  The cement patio which surrounded the pool was encased
by a tall, wooden fence.  This allowed privacy, and Kristen explored it.  Her
first orgasm came in the sun by the pool. Since reading the wonderful stories in
the adult magazines she found, she often masturbated, wether rubbing or fingering
herself. Although it felt great, and there was a great deal of wetness, the
orgasms would not come.  It became a source of frustration, and she played and
toyed with herself continuously in the search of the orgasm.  She was thirteen
when she finally found it. Finding herself alone on a beautifully sunny Saturday,
Kristen threw on a bikini and headed for the pool.  Putting on some music and
grabbing a book, she sat back in a lounge chair and let the sun warm her body. 
Realizing that no one else was around, she quickly removed her top, freeing her
budding breasts to the sun.  Opening the book, she started in on some sexy,
romance novel, about a southern girl trying to make it in Hollywood. As the girl
in the story slept with  several men, Kristen could feel her own juices start to
boil.  As the sun warmed her body, the story started to warm her insides.  Soon,
she was tugging on her nipple with one hand while rubbing her thighs together. 
Running her finger down to her lap, she found her hairless pussy drenched with
her own juice.  The story had her on fire, and the thrill of being outside
heightened her arousal. Sliding off the lounge, she laid back on the cement,
sliding off her bikini bottoms.  Holding the book with one hand, she began to
massage her pouting clit with the other, grinding against her hand. Spreading her
legs wider, she kicked a snorkel.  Feeling sexy and adventurous, she quickly
dropped the book and grabbed the snorkel. Driving a finger into her wet pussy,
Kristen licked and sucked on the length of the snorkel, imagining it was one of
the hard cocks she had fantasized about. Driving the snorkel in and out of her
mouth, she was lost in her own fantasy world, her fingers feverishly pumping her
wet cunt. Pulling the wet snorkel from her mouth, she rolled onto her side,
giving herself better access.  Her ass had always intrigued her, and she started
to rub the end of the snorkel over her tight hole. Rubbing the wet pussy juice
over the tight hole, she forced the snorkel inside her.  A moan escaped her lips
as the snorkel slid into her ass. Driving a finger into her pussy, she could feel
the length of the snorkel through the thin wall of skin that seperated her ass
and pussy.  She pumped the snorkel deeper into her ass, slick with her own
juices.  Feeling this "cock" fill her ass filled her with feelings she had never
felt before.  She felt like she had to pee, but she kept pumping her ass,
slamming the length of the snorkel deeper.  With a cry the orgasm took hold of
her. Her body slick with sweat convulsed around the snorkel and her fingers and
the orgasm filled her.  Feeling the orgasm fill her, Kristen drove the snorkel
deeper, triggering another orgasm, filling her body completely.  As the feelings
took control of her body, Kristen finally lay back in a sweaty, juicy mess,
letting the feelings run through her body.  Running her fingers to her slick
pussy, she brought them to her mouth, savoring the taste of her body, tasting her
own come.  Happy that she finally found her orgasm, Kristen let the sun dry her.
Lying naked on the patio, the snorkel sliding from her ass, the juices dripping
everywhere.  Exkilrated at finally finding an orgasm, she lie there in the sun,
letting the feelings course through her body.  Finally standing up, she made her
way over to the outdoor shower and cleaned herself off.