Julie's Story

(c)2005 by Josh Cohen. May not be reprinted, except for personal use.

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JULIE\'S STORY

“If you want us both at the same time,” she said, “you have to be willing to do something in return.”

“Anything,” he promised, his eyes full of the possibilities. “Anything. I’ll do whatever you ask.”

She had him now.

“Go get me the lube.”

He looked confused. “Why? I’m not going to be able to do anything for like ten minutes.”

She was sitting up in bed, her smallish breasts exposed. She crossed her arms over her chest. “Go. Get. Me. The. Lube.”

“All right, all right.” He climbed out of the bed and clumped across the bedroom carpet to her bureau. The top drawer was where she kept all her sex toys, most of which he’d never seen.

He drew out a dildo that was nearly twice the size of his cock. “What the hell?”

She rolled her eyes. “Just get the lube and bring it over here.”

He dug through the drawer until he found the tube of K-Y and made his way back to the bed. She snatched it out of his hand. “Thank you,” she said, exasperated. “Now, stand at the foot of the bed.”

“Since when did this become a dominance/submission game?” he grumbled, but he did as she asked.

She slid out of the bed and moved to stand behind him, pressing her long body against his back. He sighed when he felt her nipples pressed against his shoulder blades.

“She” was named Julie. She had short brown hair that curled around her jaw, and cool blue eyes. Her breasts were small, her nipples smaller; she was only about five-six, and she probably could have stood to lose twenty pounds. But she knew she had a nice ass, round and bouncy, and a pair of tight jeans was usually more than enough to get any man’s attention.

“He” was named Mike. He also had short brown hair, but much shorter than Julie’s, and dark brown eyes. With his clothes off, he was nothing special; no sculpted muscles, although he certainly wasn’t fat. He had a light coating of hair on his chest and stomach, but Julie had a feeling he had it removed from his back because that was entirely too smooth. He was three inches taller than her.

She reached around him to cup his cock and his balls in her cool hand. He hadn’t been particularly impressive in bed; his pussy-eating technique left something to be desired, even though she made it easy by keeping herself nice and trimmed, and he’d expected her to suck him off. He’d even reclined on the bed after she faked a small orgasm, his cock – not very impressive either, only about six inches, and not terribly thick – pointing upward. He’d waited.

So had she.

He’d cracked first, put on a condom, and fucked her for about five minutes. She’d been just starting to get into it, and he’d just started thumbing her clit, when he came.

Disappointing.

It had been a blind date. Julie had gone out with Mike because her friend Bill was Mike’s best friend, and Mike had been going through a bit of a dry spell. Over dinner, she found out why.

It’s not that he wasn’t intelligent, and it’s not that he didn’t have anything interesting to say. It was that he kept talking over her, relating everything to himself, and he seemed not to be listening.

Until she casually let slip that her ex-girlfriend had had a saying. Both of them had laughed, and then Mike’s eyes had lit up.

So she led him on. She led him to think that, when things got too dry, she would fuck her roommate.

Hooked. Reeled. Hers.

Julie did have a roommate; her name was Diane, and she’d been on the couch, watching television, when Julie had brought Mike home. In Julie’s mind, Diane was the prettier one; her breasts were large, her legs long, her hair a silky blonde. In Mike’s mind – and she could see it in his eyes – all he was thinking was “three-way. Three-way. Three-way.”

Never happen. Yes, Julie was bisexual, but Diane most definitely was not.

Their other roommate was a little more open to the idea.

Not that Mike needed to know that.

Julie had one extravagance: her bed. It was king-sized, with a wrought-metal canopy over it from which she’d hung silk scarves of all colors. Mike stood at the end of it, her behind him.

She certainly wasn’t going to fuck up her scarves. “Don’t move,” she said, and then she went to the bureau.

The second drawer, under her t-shirts, next to her gun: four pairs of handcuffs. Not the police kind – Julie was a repair technician for a copier company – but the kind she had bought in the same store as the dildos and vibrators and other toys in the top drawer. The kind with the soft leather on the inside to protect the wrists.

The yearning inside her, the unfulfilled hope that maybe she’d at least have gotten a good fuck out of this guy, made her want to rip out the leather. But the cuffs had been to expensive. There was no way in hell she would mess them up like that.

Julie snagged a pillow off the bed and set it on the floor in front of Mike. “Kneel,” she husked.

“Excuse me?”

She put one hand on his shoulder. “Kneel down. On the pillow.”

“Why?”

Julie made an exasperated noise. “Either kneel down or leave.”

Mike heaved a sigh and knelt.

Julie took his left hand and slowly cinched one of the cuffs around his wrist. She saw his pupils dilate. “Why, Julie, I had no idea you were so... kinky...” He licked his lips.

She knew Mike had no idea just how kinky she could be.

Both of Mike’s wrists were cuffed to the bedposts. Julie was kneeling behind him, rubbing his lower back. “So, what did you have in mind?” he asked.

She kissed his shoulder blade. “Just a little something fun.” She reached down and dug her knuckle into the soft area behind Mike’s hanging balls, and he moaned. “You like that, do you?”

“Yeah.” His voice was soft, but she knew he was turned on; his cock was growing to its unimpressively-full size. It throbbed with each beat of his heart.

She drew her finger up higher and pressed again, and he moaned again.

Higher. Moan.

Now her finger was just below the entrance to his ass. When she pushed, he squirmed. “What the hell are you doing?”

Ah. Good. She extended one finger and began tracing little circles over the tight ring of muscle. “What do you mean?” His cock was still throbbing; she knew he didn’t mind all that much.

“I’m not gay,” he said, but his voice broke when she pressed at the center of the ring. “I don’t...”

“Yes you do.” She overrode him as she took her finger away. Julie snapped the top of the K-Y open and dribbled it along her index finger until the finger was slick and glistening. “Your dick tells me you do.”

“I...”

“Shh.” She put her hand on his lower back. “You wanted us both, you do what I want.”

Her hand slid down and spread his cheeks; her lubed finger pressed at his opening.

“Please,” he said, “please don’t.”

“You don’t really mean that.” She let the first knuckle of her finger slide into him, and he moaned louder than ever. “See?”

“Please...” His voice was getting softer, his pants coming quicker. “Please, I don’t...”

Another knuckle disappeared inside his ass. “Yes, you do.”

She pressed her finger in up to the hilt, and he gave a strangled cry.

She knew she had him. That was the same strangled cry she’d given the first time someone had done this to her. Teeth digging into bottom lip. Eyes filled with tears. Not sure how to feel.

The difference was this: she could only enjoy it as a stretching, filling sensation – and, of course, the immense pleasure she got when she felt come spurting against her insides – but if she crooked her finger downward just a bit...

Mike thrashed, moaning and gasping.

“What the fuck was that?”

Julie withdrew her finger and coated her hands in the lube. “I have a clit, right?”

“Yeah.”

“You have that.” She slid her finger back into him – much more easily now – and with her left hand, reached down to caress his cock.

“Oh, God,” he whispered.

“Are you sure you don’t want this?”

He made a whimpering noise. She stroked his cock slowly.

“Do you want this?”

She could see half his face as he looked back at her. His cheeks were flushed, and sweat was beading on his forehead. “Yes,” he whispered.

Julie pressed another finger against the ring squeezing her index finger. “Yes what?”

“Yes, I want this.”

She stroked him again. “Tell me what you want,” she urged.

“I... I...” His mouth was dry.

She gave him the tip of her middle finger. “Tell. Me.”

“I... Please...”

Julie shrugged. “Just tell me it feels good.”

He pressed his face against his arm. “It feels good,” he whispered.

“Louder.”

“It feels good!” A whisper, but a harsh, sotto voce one.

She smiled and slid both fingers fully into him, then pressed downward.

His cock jumped in her hand and grew harder.

She stroked faster, moving her fingers in and out of him. He was thrashing now, the clinking of the chains of the cuffs against the frame of her bed like beautiful music to her ears. The squishing sound of her fingers in his ass and her fist around his cock made it that much better.

“Oh God, I’m so close.”

Not that much better. Julie let him go, keeping her fingers inside him.

“What?” His mumbled word was confused. She stroked the place inside him again, and he shuddered. “Oh God, please, please let me come, please...”

“Why? I didn’t.” She took her fingers away.

“But I thought...”

Julie went back to the bureau and took something out; Mike couldn’t see what it was. She brought it into the adjoining bathroom and he heard her washing her hands. “I didn’t come,” she called. “I faked it.”

“Why didn’t you say?”

“Because you weren’t much good at it. And totally unenthusiastic. Why do you think I didn’t go down on you.”

“I... I...”

“Shut your mouth,” she said.

Julie watched from the bathroom door as Mike squirmed.

“Look at me.”

He turned, and she had the distinct pleasure of seeing That Look.

“What the fuck is that?”

Julie walked over to the bed and sat on the end of it, in front of Mike’s face. “What does it look like?”

He shook his head, as if to clear it. “Why do you need a strap-on?”

Her hand went around the shaft and stroked it. “You need to learn how to please a woman. No matter what she likes.”

“Oh, come on,” Mike scoffed. “Take that thing off. I’ll eat you out.”

“Maybe later.”

She pointed the head of the dark-purple fake cock at him. He shook his head. “No fucking way.”

“Fine,” she said. “No roommate for you.”

The conflicting emotions behind his eyes were a joy for her to watch.

“You going to suck it or not?”

“Fine,” he huffed.

Julie watched as he crept forward and stuck his tongue out, giving the thing a tentative lick. He looked up at her, then opened his mouth and took three inches of it in.

She smiled. This was too easy. The man was trying to give her a porn-blowjob.

Julie had spent plenty of time on her knees, or between men’s legs, to know that a porn-blowjob felt good, but after a while, it wreaked havoc with her jaw. She’d learned that licking and stroking and fondling his balls was just as good, and deep-throating hurt anyway. Not that she’d have to deep-throat to get Mike all the way in, she thought.

That was how she’d started the thing with her fingers. One of her lovers had said “lower” when she’d cupped his balls, and she’d been just drunk enough to touch him between the cheeks. He had come so hard that she couldn’t swallow it all.

Besides, most men she’d been with didn’t complain. The ones that did usually weren’t adventurous enough to keep around anyway.

Mike looked up. Only the first four inches of the dildo were slick. It was as long as Mike – about six inches – but thicker. “My jaw hurts,” he complained.

“So?”

“So am I done? Can I get out of these things?” He rattled the chains of the cuffs.

She stared down at him dispassionately. “You expected me to fucking go to town on your cock, and yet all you do is suck this for a couple of minutes and complain?”

“I’ve never done it before,” he said. “Maybe I need practice?”

“Say what?”

He blushed hard when he realized what he’d said. “That’s not what I meant.”

Julie slid down to the floor and cupped his face in her hands. “You liked doing it, didn’t you.”

He looked away, but her hands on his face kept him from looking too far.

“Admit it.”

“Okay, fine,” he sighed, “it was interesting. But it was okay because I knew you wouldn’t come in my mouth.”

“And you expected to come in mine, didn’t you?”

“That’s different!” he protested hotly. “When guys get blowjobs they’re supposed to come in the girl’s mouth!”

“Oh, I don’t think so.”

Julie went back to the bureau. “What are you doing now?” he asked. He was definitely in too deep.

“I’m just going to teach you a little lesson.”

“What?”

She walked back over and knelt beside Mike, the rubber cock pressing against his side. He couldn’t see what she had now.

But when he heard the popping sound and felt the blush of heat on his ass, he laughed. “You’re fucking kidding. You’re spanking me?”

“No,” she said. “I’m spanking the shit out of you.”

Then she went to work.

Julie had been on the receiving end of this paddle – and others – countless times. Both her roommates had been convinced that whenever they needed to work out their stress, they could spank her and lecture her until they felt better. The harder it was, the more she liked it.

She knew this was Mike’s first time. He wasn’t the type who would be into this sort of thing, not without some coaxing. But she also knew that he could take a good paddling.

And it was good. She gave as well as she got. The paddle whacked hard and fast, like a piece of bubble-wrap with gigantic bubbles being twisted by a five-year-old. He moaned and whimpered and swayed, and she watched the skin of his ass get redder and redder.

The moment he said stop, she’d stop. But he wasn’t saying it. He was trying to hold it in.

This was delicious.

She paddled on, sweat forming on her brow and her neck, her pussy tingling and clenching around the other end of the double-headed dildo she’d put into the strap-on. She was close to coming already; each time he bumped against it with his side or his hip, a fresh flush drove through the base of her spine.

He was complaining now, though, ouches and oohs and ahs.

But he didn’t say stop.

She paddled on.

“Stop!” he nearly screamed.

Instantly, Julie put the paddle down and moved behind him. His ass was bright red, and when she put her hands on his cheeks, they nearly sizzled under her palms.

His breathing was ragged.

“Are you going to be more respectful of the needs of your partners now?”

“What?”

She slapped his right cheek half-playfully; he squirmed away as best he could, but she grabbed his hips and held him in place. “Answer the question.”

“Yes!” His whole body shook. “Can I get up now?”

“Do you really want to?” She slathered K-Y along the length of the dildo, great gobs of it. “Or should I go back to what I was doing before?”

His cock was still hard and throbbing. He did say yes, but she’d known he would.

Which was good, because there was no way she was going to stop now.

Julie had the first inch of the dildo in his ass before he realized what she was doing. “Stop, please!” he moaned.

“Why? You liked my fingers.”

“Yeah, but...” She sunk another inch in and he let out a hard, harmonic sound. “But... but I’m not...”

“Of course you’re not gay,” she soothed, rubbing his crimson ass-cheeks as she continued sliding in. “Just because you like taking things in the ass doesn’t make you gay.”

“But...” He was thoroughly confused now.

“I like getting my pussy licked,” Julie said softly. “Doesn’t mean I don’t like getting fucked, too.”

He was resisting her entry, though.

“Relax,” Julie cooed. “Don’t fight it.”

He hissed through clenched teeth, but she felt the resistance fade and soon she was buried to the hilt, the heat of his ass against her stomach enough to give her a tiny orgasm.

“I told you you’d like it,” she said, rubbing his back.

“I... I...”

“You don’t have to talk.”

She watched as he hung his head. But only for a moment. She had some fucking to get down to.

From the bathroom door, Julie’s other roommate watched her bury the strap-on over and over into the man’s ass. Before too long, he was bucking back against her, pulling at the cuffs, and her stomach was slapping against his ass. Her fingers were digging into his hips, and her hair was damp with sweat.

Julie’s other roommate walked into the bedroom unnoticed by the man on his knees and knelt behind her. She thrust hard into him and held there.

“What?”

“Shh,” she said. “I just need a break. I’m almost there.”

“You’re almost there?” he whispered hoarsely. “Fuck, Julie, if anything touches my cock I’m gonna flood your fucking carpet!”

Julie shifted and moaned silently as she felt her other roommate spread the cheeks of her ass, then penetrate her easily to the hilt.

He must have lubed himself up already. How sweet.

Julie began fucking Mike again, slow, long strokes, as Alex fucked her ass with easy familiarity. It was easy to take him; although he had to be at least eight inches long, his cock wasn’t very thick.

She looked down. Mike seemed to have no idea.

Alex’s hands came up and pinched her nipples hard, the way she liked it, and the electric sensation drove down to her pussy and she came unexpectedly, letting out a loud cry and driving hard into Mike’s ass as Alex fucked hers. She clenched and squeezed and squelched on the other end of the dildo, her wetness trickling down her leg as she slumped half-over Mike, the dildo still in his ass.

“What the fuck?” he whispered.

She bit his shoulder. “That, Mike, was what happens when I come.”

“Oh. Can I come now?”

“Not yet.”

Alex pulled out of her ass and stripped off the condom he’d been wearing, then sat back on his haunches and gave Julie room to pull out. “Don’t turn around,” she said. “My roommate’s here.”

“But...”

He tried to move, but Julie held his head in place and drew the dildo out of his ass. He actually bucked against her, like he wanted it to stay, but that wasn’t happening.

Alex passed Julie the sleeping mask she sometimes used as a blindfold; Julie slipped it over Mike’s face, settling it in place.

“Very kinky,” he murmured as she climbed off him.

“Thank you. I’m going to undo the cuffs. If you try to take the blindfold off, you will never see me again.”

“Okay.” His voice was ragged with need.

“Oh, and don’t touch your cock. That’ll be taken care of.”

It was well-orchestrated. Julie helped Jason sit down on the edge of the bed – he hissed once when his ass hit the cool cotton sheet – and then urged him to lie on his back. She dropped the strap-on on the floor and watched as Alex knelt between Mike’s spread knees.

She lowered her pussy to Mike’s face. He was hers now. He reached up – the cuffs were still attached to his wrists, even though they weren’t locked to the bed anymore – and grabbed her ass. His mouth was much more eager, his tongue taking long swipes of her, his chin bumping her clit.

This was more like it. She nodded, and Alex lowered his head, taking Mike’s cock into his mouth. His hands went to Mike’s thighs. Alex was very slender; if Mike had any idea – which he probably didn’t, not that Julie cared the way his mouth was working her – he wasn’t complaining.

Alex slid one finger easily to the hilt in Mike’s ass as he sucked, tongue lapping lasciviously at his cock.

Mike moaned hard; the vibrations set Julie over the edge and she ground into his mouth, coming hard, her pussy pressing against his mouth and nose, and Mike didn’t even seem to notice.

Alex noticed. Alex felt Mike’s ass clench on his finger. Alex felt Mike’s come spurt hard into his mouth, and he swallowed and swallowed and swallowed.

Julie practically fell off Mike’s face. The boy certainly had potential.

“My roommate wants to come too,” she husked. “Do you mind?”

Mike shook his head. His brain was covered in fuzz. She beckoned to Alex, and he knelt on the bed beside Mike’s prone, blindfolded body. Julie slipped two fingers into herself, then reached between Alex’s legs and plunged them easily into his ass. She swore the boy didn’t ever go without lubing himself up. Of course, she’d seen his collection of buttplugs, and she’d seen him with enough guys to know that he preferred to receive.

Right now, though, he was busy stroking himself while Julie fingered him, the taste of Mike’s come still on his tongue. Julie pressed inside him, and he silently cried out, spurting thick ropes of his own come onto Mike’s chest with wet spattering sounds.

Mike started, but Julie’s hand on his shoulder held him down. “Don’t move,” she said. “I don’t want you getting it on your face.”

Alex shook his cock, the last drips of his come dropping onto Mike’s chest. Mike started thrashing, realizing what had happened, and Julie and Alex each held down one of Mike’s shoulders. She surreptitiously wiped her fingers on the side of the bedsheet.

“Shh,” she soothed, her mouth next to his ear. “It’s all right.”

“No, it’s not!” he moaned. “I just... a guy just...”

Alex’s voice was soft and silky. “A guy just sucked you off and swallowed your come.”

“What the fuck!”

“You came pretty hard,” Julie whispered in his other ear. “You had no idea.”

“If I’d known...”

“If you’d known,” Alex said, “you wouldn’t have come so hard. I can still taste it.”

Mike groaned and pulled away, yanking off the blindfold. “Fuck both of you!” he snapped.

“You just did,” Alex said. He reclined on Julie’s bed, his body smooth and lightly-muscled. “Who do you think was in Julie’s ass while she was deflowering you?”

Mike shuddered and grabbed his pants from the chair by the closet door. He yanked them on, his face flushed and sweaty. His shirt followed, then he slipped his feet into his shoes.

“I never want to see either of you sick fucks again,” he said quietly, and then left her bedroom. They both heard the front door open, then slam shut.

“That didn’t go as well as I expected,” Alex said with a sigh.

Julie cuddled up beside him, one arm and one leg draped over his body. “I know you wanted to fuck him,” she said. Her lips pressed against his chest in a gentle kiss. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s all right. I heard the lack of noise when the two of you were going at it. I’m sorry it didn’t work out.”

“It worked out all right,” she told him. “It’s always a good night when I get a cherry.”

“I’m glad he didn’t get yours.”

Julie ran her hand down Alex’s body and cupped his balls. His cock stirred. “You want the box it came in?”

Alex wasn’t much for trolling the clubs, but it was his friend Kieran’s bachelor party – Kieran and his lover, Dave, were moving to Canada to start a life together – and Kieran had wanted to come here. Alex was dancing with his friends when he spied a familiar face about thirty feet away, in a corner, sipping a drink.

He smiled and continued dancing. He didn’t know if Mike noticed him, and he didn’t care.

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Note: the activities engaged in by the players in this story should be attempted safely, and should never be sprung on anyone out of the blue. Bondage, discipline, dominance, and submission are fun, but no one should ever enter into them with a person they don\'t know well, and there should always be the option for safewords. By not discussing their actions first, the players engage in some behaviors that could be considered unsafe, not sane, and nonconsensual. Keep this in mind before you spring the contents of your sex toy drawer on someone.

That being said... this was based slightly off a dream I had last night. I wish I remembered more of the details. Julie was in the dream. Alex was not, but he seemed too much fun to leave out.

Those of you waiting for the next chapter of HOGWARTS: THE LEGACY, it\'s coming either tomorrow or Tuesday.

Hope you\'ve enjoyed this little PWP.