True story. Oh okay, there's a few embellishments, but you're granted some of those when you get older. I've only told this one to my wife. I don't know whom Julie told, but no one ever ragged on me about it, and the pictures never surfaced. This was an event in my life that I consciously attempted to erase from my memory. It was just not the sort of sexual escapade that one bragged about in a small Midwestern town. It'd be a little bit like the camping joke, where you tell someone about the 3 guys that go camping and the next morning one of them wakes up with his pants down around his ankles, his ass heavy with Vaseline.
Upon returning to town he proceeds to tell everybody he encounters about this trip. Do you believe anybody would be so stupid? If that happened to you would you tell everyone about it? Your answer of course is "no," whereupon I ask you if you want to go camping. Told that joke to my Uncle once and he didn't think it was very funny. Point is there's just some things in life that you don't talk about, unless of course you can tell it to a bunch of people you don't know over the Internet. Enough time has passed, the memory has faded, the body has healed, besides there were some parts of it that were kinda fun. Enough. I'll shut up so you can read the story.
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I should have seen it coming, so in retrospect I have no one to blame but myself. Julie, my fiancé, had broached the subject with me on more then one occasion, but I had brushed her off with a "we'll see," or "maybe." In as much as she was an adult, she eventually decided to take matters into her own hands.
I was working for the Phone Company at the time and had a week's vacation left with the end of the year rapidly approaching. With no other plans, I decided to visit Julie, who was still attending school at a college about 5 hours from my hometown. After a phone conversation apprising her of my intentions, I gave the upcoming visit very little thought. Julie would be making all of the lodging arrangements and whatever side trips we might be making after I arrived. I just needed to pack, get lots of money, and make the drive.
Ten days later I was on my way. It's a boring drive with very little to look at other then cornfields, beanfields, and alfalfa fields. So daydreaming is a great way to pass the time. My favorite thing to daydream about at the time was Julie. Specifically, having sex with Julie. She had to be as close as one ever gets to literally being a nymph. In the nearly three years that we dated, she told me one time that she didn't feel like having sex. One time. She initiated the noddling at least 75% of the time and she was game for damn near anything at least one time. Measurements. Hell, I don't really know other then her breasts, which were 36C. The babe was stacked. If Twiggy was your sexual fantasy (showing my age here) then you wouldn't have given Julie a second glance. Sophia Loren, Raquel Welsh, Linda Carter, now if they were masturbation fantasies you'd have wanted to jump Julie's bones. Over the course of the next 4-5 hours I probably got a boner 6 or 7 different times. By the time I picked Julie up at her house (which she shared with 3 other girls), all I wanted to do was throw her on a bed and drill her.
The motel she had selected was pretty nice. Big rooms, big lounge, big pool, big bed, all of life's necessities. We just about made it into the room before I started to paw at her breasts. I was so horny that I was literally shaking. As soon as the door to our room was shut, we got most of our clothes off before we had sex. It was fast, noisy, and satisfying. We ordered some food and beer from room service, kicked back and relaxed.
The next three days were pretty much a carbon copy. We'd wake up, have sex. We'd shower and go have breakfast. Come back to our room and have sex. Sometimes we'd nap, other times we'd sit around the swimming pool and drink Bloody Mary's. Then we'd go back to the room and have (that's right) more sex. Shower, go to dinner, come back and (getting old isn't it?) have even more sex. What a great life.
When a change in pace was required, we'd go shopping. Another evening we attended a sorority party. So you see there was some variety. Yes sir, everything was just dandy until late morning on the fourth day.
As mentioned in "Julie1" bondage was a reoccurring theme in our sexual play and rape fantasies were part of that as often as not. The vast majority of the time I was the "tier", while she was the "tiee". That's the way I liked it. On the rare occasions when I let her tie me up, she generally used the opportunity to sit on my face, or to play a dominant role in our achieving orgasms at her pace. In any event I didn't mind doing it, because she was such a sport about all the kinky little things that I told her I wanted to do. This time however, it was something very different. Early in the afternoon as I lay reading a book (see I did have other interests), and Julie said she was horny. She wanted to know if it would be okay if she tied me up. Swell guy that I am, I said sure. Besides it had been over 12 hours since we'd last screwed. After taking all of my clothes off she secured me to the bed, which was a canopy type, with four pairs of pantyhose. I was spread-eagle and truly vulnerable. Not the sort of position you want to be in unless you really trust the person doing the tying. Initially everything seemed normal. Julie poured body oil all over me and proceeded to give me a massage that quickly produced a raging hard on. Stroking it with an expertise borne on hours of practice, she soon had me moaning and on the verge of an orgasm. Then she quit, dried her hands on a towel, and told me she had arranged to meet one of her roommates for a late lunch and that she'd be back when she got back.
This was not what I had in mind and I told her so.
"That's fine, Honey, but don't you think you should finish what you started and then untie me?"
She looked at me kind of funny and smiled saying, "Oh, I'm gonna finish what I started alright, but I'll do it when I want to and how I want to."
With that she dressed for lunch. I had never before seen the outfit she selected. A skirt that hit her about 4 inches below her outstanding ass and silk blouse that hugged her breasts tight enough that it left no doubt as to whether or not she was wearing a bra.
"You're going to meet another girl dressed like that?"
"Well, you never know who might stop by, do you? See you later you cute little Thing you."
I didn't like the way she said "thing."
"Oh, I almost forgot the maids haven't been here yet. I need to leave that door hanger out telling them we're ready to have the room cleaned...at least I am. It wouldn't be very nice if I left you with nothing to look at either, would it?"
I thought she was going to turn the TV on, but instead she went to our patio doors and pulled the drapes back (we were poolside). You know how motels always have two sets of drapes, one that's opaque and another that's translucent; well she left the latter in place so you really couldn't see in unless you were trying. That's of little comfort however when you're tied naked to a bed, and it was fairly busy poolside.
Julie turned to leave the room.
"Hey, come on Julie! Untie me! Good fun is good fun, but I won't do this again if you're gonna be a shithead about it."
That was evidently the wrong thing to say. She walked to the side of the bed, took off my glasses and slapped me on the face with enough force to make my head spin. Now I was really pissed.
"Goddamnit 'Julie' what the fuck is your problem? Untie me right the fuck now! I'm pissed off!"
She didn't say a word, but rather opened a piece of her luggage and pulled out a Polaroid camera. She then proceeded to take about half a dozen pictures of me from different angles and then put the pictures in her purse. Smiling, she sat down on the bed and stroked my thigh for a moment and then moved her hand to my balls and started to squeeze. Now nobody should have his balls squeezed. Stroked, licked, caressed, all those things are just dandy, but I had tears in my eyes in about 5 seconds as Julie applied increasing pressure to my jewels.
"Julie, please, please, stop. C'mon it hurts! It hurts! Stop it! Stop it! Aaaaaahhhhh please!"
