If you saw me at work, you'd never know what I get up to to amuse myself. Even my closest friends and family don't have a clue what I do after dark.

I graduated from the University of North Carolina with a degree in literature. I have another constant reminder of my college days; an intelligent and adorable daughter who's in the third grade now. She doesn't know her gorgeous deadbeat father; she's never even laid eyes on him. The big creep disappeared from my life as soon as he found out I was pregnant. He was a beautiful boy - a poet; a romantic; a dreamer - with no idea of how to live in the Real World.

I'd been a real geek back in high school; one of those freaks no one wanted to sit with. I'd been tall and thin with glasses; all zits and no tits. I was painfully shy and never knew what to say to anyone, so I rarely spoke. No one ever paid any attention to me. My best friends had always been books. I loved words and language because they had the power to transport me to another world.

But by the time I went off to college, I'd grown into my body. I'd started writing and joined a writer's group. I discovered wine and weed, and my shyness vanished. For the first time in my life, I had friends. I had fun. And lovers. Many lovers. I loved sex.
After graduation, I went back home and lived with my folks until Delilah was born. Finding out I was pregnant had been no big surprize to me, but everyone else was shocked that I'd gotten myself knocked up before I got married. We lived in a small, close-knit religious community a few miles south of Raleigh and I'd always been one of the good girls.

There never had been a lot of available jobs rattling around in this neck of the woods, but old lady O'Malley had passed away right after my daughter was born, leaving a primo position open at the library. Books ! Right up my alley. I'd grabbed it right away and have kept the job ever since.

At work, I'm careful to always look the part. I pull my long thick hair into a braided knot at the back of my head. I wear sensible shoes. I still wear glasses. My skirts are all on the long side. Most of my blouses have long sleeves or plunging necklines. I never wear anything too revealing. And I don't wear much make-up or jewelry.

My co-workers couldn't have been more boring if they tried. Most of them were getting up there in years. They all have bad breath. Mrs. Watson smells of mothballs and spends her free time bird-watching. (I swear !) She brings a boiled egg, a red apple and a tuna fish sandwich for lunch most days and goes to church after work every Saturday evening with old Mrs. Pruitt, who also works with us and smells faintly of old piss. Neither one of them have ever been married.

Mother and I lead a book discussion group every last Monday of the month. And the library sponsors a popular weekly Poetry Hour that I regularly participate in. I can always be counted on to bake cookies for Delilah's school's bake sales. And the church group always has something going on that I'm part of. I sing in the choir. I have a reputation for being responsible, respectable and dependable. I'm clean and I'm honest. I always show up on time, always pay my bills on time - and I keep my mouth and my legs closed. I lead a very boring lifestyle . . . during the daylight hours, anyway.

But once Friday night rolls around and the sun goes down, plain old boring, responsible Ellen sheds her respectable skin and becomes 'Blue Eyes". The high school girl next door watches Delilah and I head up to Raleigh. There's a swinger club there where pretty much anything goes. I've been going for the last couple of years. There aren't many decent, hard-working men in this shithole town, at least not many who aren't half-wits or already taken. Besides, "decent" isn't really what I'm after . . .

The first couple of times I went to the club, all I could do was stand there and watch. I tried hard to fade into the background. I'd been especially fascinated by the groups of people who were happily enjoying each other's bodies. It was true that I'd had a lot of sex in college - but it had all been fairly ordinary sex of the "man on top" variety. My idea of wild and crazy in those days was ME being on top.

So I bought some really sexy clothes: a few camisoles, a few leather things and some really short skirts and I kept on going to the club. The very next time, someone hit on me - and it was a woman. I'd once considered having a lesbian romp back in my college days, but had in the end decided to let the experience pass me by. My boyfriend at the time had gotten all hot and bothered by the idea and had begged for a three-way, but the other girl was repulsed by the idea of having sex with a man and would have no part of it. I never forgot the way she held me in her arms or the softness of her lips. Over the years, I'd constructed a series of magnificent fantasies around what could have happened if I'd only let it.

The woman standing in front of me now was best described as short, blonde and very curly. And extremely attractive. She smiled broadly, asked if she could buy me a drink, and suggested we sit and chat a bit. She told me that I had the most beautiful blue eyes. She bought us a bottle of merlot, handed me the glasses and led us through an archway to a small outdoor garden where she sat on a bench, crossed her legs and lit a cigarette.

She told me her name was Amy, and she worked as a psychiatric nurse at the prison in Raleigh. We sat and drank and talked. I found out that she was a few years older than me and that she'd been married once a long time ago and that she also had a daughter. I confessed to her that I'd never been with a woman before. She just giggled. About half-way through the bottle, she stood up and grabbed my hand, pulling me to my feet, "come with me Blue Eyes". Then she draped her arm loosely around my shoulder and walked us back inside.

She pulled me a little closer to her, and I found myself wrapping my arm around her waist. Before I knew what was happening, she'd spun me around to face her. I felt her warm, soft lips on mine, and her tongue was pushing its way past my teeth. Her hand moved up under my blouse and wiggled under my bra. I instinctively reached down and grabbed her ass. She moved closer to me and mashed her crotch into mine. I reached around and unfastened my bra and lifted it, letting my boobs bounce free. She grabbed both of them and began rubbing my nipples. Then she began flicking just the tips of them with her tongue. I moaned as I felt my pussy starting to get wet. Then she bit down on one of my nipples - hard - again, on just the very tip. It hurt like hell, so I shreiked in pain and she laughed and did it again.

Then she fastened her warm mouth on mine again. I felt my knees buckle and my pussy getting even wetter as she sucked on my tongue. We were standing next to a couch. She gave me a little shove and I fell backwards onto it. She fell over on top of me and shoved her hand up under my shirt again. Her other hand moved up the inside of my thighs and inside my panties. My legs seemed to spread themselves involuntarily. Two of her fingers entered my wet cunt right away. Her thumb smashed itself against my clit and started rubbing. I was nearly ready to come when she abruptly stopped, leaving me panting and frustrated.

She wiggled my skirt up around my waist and pulled my panties off. Then she spread my pussy lips apart and just stared at my cunt. I was a little embarrassed having my naked snatch completely exposed like that, even though the light was fairly subdued. It was then that I noticed there were a several other women standing around the couch, watching us. One of them, a statuesque redhead, dropped to her knees and grabbed ahold of my wrists, pulling them over my head. Two other women grabbed my ankles and held my legs apart. Amy told them I'd never had sex with a woman before. One of them laughed and said tonight I'd be making up for lost time. They all laughed as Amy started finger fucking me and then put her head between my legs and started sucking on my clit at the same time. I felt hands twisting my nipples as a giant orgasm began to bubble up from deep inside of me.

And then I came for the first of many times that night.

The tall redhead let go of my wrists and sat on my face. I breathed in the smell of her luscious cunt juices, and I tentatively licked at her clit a couple of times, then started licking up and down the smooth insides of her cunt lips before starting to suck on her fat clit. I was surprized to discover how much I liked the taste of her pussy. I was also surprized at how warm and gooey her cunt got when she came. Amy leaned over and licked the redhead's cunt juices from my face before climbing on and taking her place. Amy was a small, compact woman. Her snatch was shaved. I loved the way my tongue slid around in and out of it. Her cunt was really wet and it tasted surprisingly different from the redhead's. Her orgasm was different, too - more thunderous and much wetter. Before the night was over with, I'd been forced to service all of them at least once. I lost track of how many orgasms I had.

Playing with the ladies had been fun, but my hungry cunt missed being filled with a big hard dick. So the next week, I decided to pick up the first attractive male stranger I saw. His name turned out to be Tom. He was there with his girlfriend Lorraine, who was busy fucking someone neither of them knew. We sat on a couch and made out for a little while, then he said he wanted to skip the small talk and get right down to it, and that was A-OK with me. We went to a more private room. As soon as the door closed, Tom smacked me right across the face and ordered me to drop to my knees and suck his cock, which I did. His big balls slapped up against my chin. I tried my best not to gag as his fat cock plunged down my throat over and over. Then he pulled out and grabbed me by the hair and told me to get on my hands and knees like a dog, with my ass up in the air. He slapped my ass and then spit on his hand and lubed up my asshole before grabbing my hips and ramming his fat cock up my butt. I felt like I was being torn in two. I struggled and cried and begged him to stop, but all he did was pull my hair and laugh. Then he fucked me even harder. While I was crying and twisting and trying to get away from his violent lunges, I noticed I was becoming more and more aroused. I couldn't believe this was making me come, but it was. As I was coming and screaming at the top of my lungs, I felt Tom pumping my ass full of hot come. I'd never come like that before, and I wanted to collapse and pull myself together, but he pulled his now-limp cock out of my ass and forced me to lick all my shit off it. Then he dressed in a hurry and told me to meet him there next week - same night; same time. And then he was gone.

So I dressed like a slut, piled on the make-up and met him at the club the following week. And I met his hot girlfriend Lorraine, too. As well as the guy she'd been fucking the last week. And that guy's wife. Tom grinned and informed me that they had "plans" for me. He took my hand and pulled me down the hall behind him and into an empty room. The rest of them followed along behind us. The door slammed shut behind them and lots of hands quickly began tearing my clothes from my body. When I was totally naked, I felt a hand grab each of my titties. I felt a warm, soft mouth kissing my neck. Strong hands moved my legs apart. I was handed a huge dildo and ordered to masturbate with it. When I didn't move quick enough, it was rammed up my cunt and a penis was shoved in my mouth. When I'd made it hard, it was pulled from my mouth and replaced with another cock for me to suck.

The dildo was removed from my sopping cunt and I was bent over a chair. A hard cock slid easily into my pussy for a few strokes before it was brutally rammed up my ass. Someone was holding my head and a rock-hard cock was fucking my mouth. My brain turned itself off and my body became one incredibly electric pleasure center. I am Blue Eyes. I live for these minutes.