You may have read Virgin Summer, but this is my, Julie Strain's side of the story. I hope it keeps you up, just to think about it. I know it does for me, and just think, you have only read these stories, I have been the one to experience it, and yes, it was as good as it described in Virgin Summer, chapters 1-10, and I would like to thank writer, 101 for giving me the inspiration to write it for you.
The Porn scene in America had gotten stale. It had gotten to the point where I was just expected to take of my bra and panties, and flash my titties and tush for the camera, while sighing, and moaning and groaning while men with big dicks and perfect skin and teeth had their wicked way, while we writhed around for five minutes, until sweat drenched, we collapsed and screamed at the point of simultaneous, mutual orgasm. This wasn't real life, not the way I experienced it at least, I didn't go in for that screaming anyway, and I sometimes liked to keep myself covered up.
A new vitamin had just been launched on the scene, which claimed to increase sex drive by up to 500%, and allow anyone who took it to go for hours, when before they would just last for minutes, or in the case of men, seconds. The only place where it was legal to test it was in Britain, where some loophole made that the case. Myself, and some friends who felt the same, Nikki Fritz, Tera Patrick, Kerri Windsor, wanted to test out this new vitamin. I was to shoot a real life porn film in England, where I would go out to seduce as many men, or women, as possible, to check whether this new product really worked. I told my husband Kevin Eastman, that me and the girls were going on holiday to London, and would be away for roughly 3 weeks, but I would phone him once we were there.
Myself and the girls had hired some brand new houses that were being built on a new housing estate near to Birmingham. We loaded my most seductive clothes, and bondage and fetish equipment, various camera's, some CCTV cameras, and every type of equipment, and chartered a plane across the Atlantic. Our production company paid for the whole trip, as long as we returned with some dynamite footage for the company to sell. I didn't want Kevin to find out, but this was the only way in which we could go on the trip, all expenses paid. For me, I hoped it would be a final fling, before old age stopped me being attractive. I am fast approaching forty, and once you hit the big 4-0, you are deemed as being unattractive in this industry, but now I felt sexier, and more comfortable in my own skin than I did when I was in my mid twenties.
The journey was uneventful, and as we landed in London, we hired a car, and headed for Birmingham, where we quickly found the estate, and the four houses we had hired. I was to live in house number one, which had been furnished already. There was a massive double bed in the bedroom, and a massive, well concealed garden. The house was on the end, so that we only had one set of neighbours, where Nikki Fritz lived. The other houses were spy houses, where the girls could watch people going from house to house, to let me know when a likely victim for the vitamins was going to come calling.
We set up the house so that we get catch all of the action. I had decided that I wanted a camera in with me, and we set up a CCTV Camera in every room, just so they were there, but so that they could be easily forgotten, and not noticed by people who didn't know they were there. I set up my bondage equipment, my whips and chains, in the basement. I watered the garden so that it would look healthy, if we ever ventured outside. Nikki and the girls set up an editing suite in the attic of the house next door, where they could film anything that happened. I had a shower and went to bed, anticipating what the following day held for me.
The following day saw bright sunshine, and not a cloud in the sky. I looked out of the window, after getting dressed, and watched as an older man went from door to door. I heard the phone ring, it was Nikki.
'Julie' she said, 'Do you want to do this one?'
