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Jow Blow meets the Bimbo from Boston
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Joe Blow Meets the Bimbo from Boston
by T*
The music pulsed in the background with guys and girls mixing
about the room and refreshments. Bob, Joe, Linda, and Tina were
sitting off to the side watching the party and talking. Bob spotted
Mark and some girl playing tonsil hockey. He elbowed Joe, pointing
over.
"Way ta go, Mark!" He shouted over. Without looking up, Mark
shot him the finger. A chorus of oo's and ah's engulfed Joe, who
snorted and took a sip of his beer. "He'll take her back to his room,
fuck her, break up with her two days from now, and SHE'll scream date
rape." He shook his head and drew another sip.
"Date rape isn't so trivial," Linda responded. Joe looked over
at Bob's girlfriend.
"What it comes down to is his word against hers. Did she say
`yes' or did she say `no'?" Joe shifted easily in the dorm chair.
"If she feels slighted, she simply claims he raped her. Hell," he
snorted, "the guy's guilty until proven innocent." He took another
sip of beer.
"That's stupid! So a woman's a `slut' until proven innocent?"
Linda countered. Bob was a bit buzzed but jumped in to calm the
waters.
"No one thinks women ask to be raped. Rape is a violent crime.
But date rape is ... well, it just let's a woman cry wolf."
"Ri-i-i-ght," Tina sneered, looking up from her seat on the
carpet. "I suppose having a few drinks and dancing entitles guys to a
roll in the sack. You're still trying to buy sex--prostitution. It
still equates women to sluts." Joe who had downed the last of his
beer pulled forward.
"If some Miss Prim gets bombed and loses it to some guy, doesn't
she have some responsibility? Does she have a right to drag his
reputation down by screaming rape because she was loose and
irresponsible?"
"What gives HIM the right to take her virginity?" Linda asked
baitingly. "So me and Tina are `loose' because we came to Rod's
party?" Joe looked up at her through hazy eyes.
"This is a game. The goal is to find a partner who looks nice
and would be fun in bed. If that's not your goal, you shouldn't play
the game." He patted Tina's knee. "Tina, when you and I first met,
was your first thought `Oh, a potential husband and philosopher' or
`what an awesome stud'?" He gave a laugh as he gave a slight squeeze
and started to stand.
"Joe, dear," Tina smiled wickedly, "YOU were THIRD runner up
behind that gorgeously hunky Jason. Even then it was that puppydog
face that played on my pity." Joe grinned and headed for the keg.
"Date rape is more of a contractual problem, one of consent and
obligation," Bob added as he drifted back to the conversation. Tina
stood, stretched, and settled into Joe's chair.
"It can be violent too," Tina added. "A friend of mine was
slapped hard when she stopped her date from undoing her bra." Joe
came back, shrugged, and settled onto the floor.
"That's rare," Joe started.
"Not as much as you think," Linda added. "A friend of mine had
been at the University of Michigan had a football player rip her blouse.
When she tried to press charges, the school came to his defense saying
`boys will be boys' and that she somehow lead him on."
"`No' has to mean `no' whether you're drunk or not," Tina added.
"Men don't understand the fear of being raped." Joe leaned back,
flexing his biceps as he cupped his hands behind his head.
"I can't imagine a woman raping a man. Maybe if he were drunk or
drugged." He glanced over to Bob and smiled. "Hell, fuck me, babe.
I won't say no." He laughed. Tina gave him a kick in the leg.
"Sure, it's easy for you to joke about it because men are
generally stronger. But if the tables were turned, for example, if
your hands were tied, I bet you'd sing a different song."
Joe looked into her rich brown eyes. The music had become more
subdued and the lighting was now darker with far less movement.
Bodies seemed to have sunk to the floor or convenient furnishings.
Linda and Bob were cuddling. He finished his beer and rose.
"Come on, Starlight, I'll walk you home." She slipped on her
shoes and joined him. Bob looked up past Linda's shoulder.
"I'll stop by your room tomorrow to work on that organic chem
assignment." Joe nodded. Joe spotted Rod who was absorbed with the
brunette on his lap. He and Tina left the party.
"We'll need to stop by your room, I left my sweater there," Tina
said. Joe nodded.
"I need to take a quick leak." He walked down the hall to the
restroom. In a few minutes, he returned and they went down two
flights. As they walked down his hall, he stopped. "Whatcha doin in
there, QU-EE-EE-R!" he shouted as he pounded the door with his fists.
"Joe!" He turned back to her and continued on.
"The guy's a fuckin' homo. He does nothing but study and watch
guys in the shower." They reached his door and he unlocked it. Tina
reached in and turned on the light. She went for her sweater on the
bed. As she did, the door closed behind her and the light clicked
off.
"Come on, Joe, this isn't funny. I'm not in the mood tonight."
He strolled over to her and ran his hands gently over her shoulders.
"My hands and lips can work mood magic," he whispered as he began
to press his lips against her hair. Her body was stiff. His lefthand
ran along her right side with his thumb tracing her breast.
"Please, Joe, I'm really not interested." His right hand brushed
the hair away from her neck. His lips made slow, warm kisses down the
inside curve of her neck. "Joe!" she insisted, her body not quite as
stiff. Mm hmm, he murmurred. With her two hands, she pushed him back.
"Look, I got to get to work early tomorrow. I have to go." She
started towards the door. He walked over and leaned against it. She
just shook her head in disbelief. "This is date rape, you know."
"What do you mean? Am I beating you or forcing myself upon you?"
"You are not allowing me the option of saying *no*. What do I
have to do--scream rape--to be let out?" He stepped away from the
door and back towards his closet. She nodded and started for the door
when he spun about; one hand closed over her mouth while the other
circled about her waist. Smoothly he carried her over to his bed.
She was dropped on her stomach, and he quickly climbed astride her.
She struggled but one hand was pinned under his side and the other was
held firmly in his left hand, twisted awkwardly behind her back. He
leaned towards her ear.
"If you try and scream, I'll have to stuff something in your
mouth. If you cooperate, you'll enjoy it." He shifted her restrained
hand to his right hand and used his left hand to begin exploring down
her jeans.
"Stop it. Now!" Tina demanded. "This is going beyond date rape
into rape, Joe. If you don't want me to have you arrested, stop it.
Now!" He pulled his hand back out and pulled down the blanket,
forcing a corner into her mouth. She started to scream and struggle
with no avail. He put his hand back down her pants. His index finger
moved along the crack of her ass. He leaned down and traced his
tongue along her ear. She was hot and wet.
"Admit it," he whispered, "you like it." His finger traced along
her love gates and gave slow, circling strokes to her clit. Her body
had seemed to stop rebelling. "See," he assured. His hand pushed
more deeply into her jeans. Soon his finger began pressing up inside,
stroking the walls. His thumb ran along the crack of her ass. His
mouth gathered the hair about her neck and moved it aside. Now his
lips and tongue pressed and ran along her throat. His index finger
began to swiftly run back and forth across her enlarging clit. Tina
felt his hot breath along her neck. His finger would teasingly push
in and withdraw. Unexpectedly his thumb pressed against the hole of
her ass. Then he began sucking on her neck while his thumb attempted
to penetrate her ass and his middle finger pressed within her
rhythmically. Her breathing was heavy and muffled. He stopped and
began focusing on her clit again. Her body tensed. He felt the
muscles fighting to keep his hand there. He slowly withdrew his hand
and pulled his hand from her pants. He pulled the blanket from her
mouth and sat up.
She layed there for several seconds, the blood slowly returning
to her arm buried under his body. The other sore from being
torsioned. He didn't even bring her to orgasm, now she would be
frustrated. After lying there, she rolled over to see him grinning
down at her.
"Magic hands, what can I say. You enjoyed it," he held up his
still moist hand, "I can tell. Stay here. I'll make sure you get to
work tomorrow."
"You raped me."
"Did I? Are there any marks? Are there any signs of semen or
penetration that YOU couldn't have caused by masturbation? Did we
have sex? It's not rape or date rape. It's just your word against
mine." She sat up. She was fuming. "Besides," he said as he started
to pull off his shoes and socks, "most women fantasize about being
raped." She stood up and turned back to face him.
"You just don't get it, do you Joe?" He looked up at her with
his hazy blue eyes.
"What's there to understand? Normal people like sex," he stated
matter-of-factly. He proceeded to pull off his blue knit polo shirt
revealing a nicely muscled chest.
"It's easy when you're trying to be Mr. Macho and pinning me to
the bed. Taking advantage of someone who's helpless is rape." He
sighed, shook his head, and tossed his shirt into the corner. "You
don't understand what it's like to be vulnerable."
"Whadya wanna do, rape me? Here," he rose and walked over to his
closet door and pulled it open. He grabbed his robe, pulled out the
rope and tossed it on the bed. He threw the robe on a nearby chair
and held out his arms, his wrists together. "Here, tie me up."
"Right," she laughed, "You'd like that!" She picked up her
sweater and started for the door. He dropped his hands to his side
and smiled.
"Just like you did." She stopped and turned.
"Do you really think that *that* was fun?" She looked at him
then tossed her sweater on the chair. She went back, picked up the
rope, and walked up beside him. "Face the window and put your hands
behind your back. I don't want you to be able to use them." He
complied. She had him cross his hands and securely lashed them
leaving a loop. Taking his hands in hers, she lifted gently and
passed the loop over his head. The weight of his hands now pulled
along his neck with his palms facing outward. "Secure?"
"Yeah," he muttered wiggling his fingers, his arms uncomfortably
bent. She grabbed two ties from the rack and surrepitiously hid them
in her jeans.
"Okay, now face me." He began to when she spun him about and
pushed him onto the bed. She landed on top of him. Their faces were
inches apart. Her hand began running over his chest and side, slowly
rubbing over his crotch with deep firm circles.
"M-m-m-m," he growled encouragingly, "please don't rape me.
Plee-ee-z." She unbuttoned his jeans and undid the zipper. She ran
her tongue along his rippled abdomen. By now, his meat was begging to
be released. She worked his pants down off his hips and down his
legs, leaving them there.
"Question, love, do you have any condoms?" He smiled.
"In the upper desk drawer on the left." He paused, "But please
don't force me to do anything that might require a condom!" She gave
a disapproving glance. She began biting through his white cotton
briefs at his cock then his balls. He moaned. The cock was quite
distinctive in relief. She slowly pulled the elastic down so that it
still held down his cock but exposed its base. Her tongue worked
wetly over the base and pressed in along the exposed thighs. "Mercy,"
he begged. Not even close, she thought wickedly.
She ran her hand over his thigh, causing his leg hairs to bristle.
She stooped in front of the bed, her knee pressing his pants, which
still held his feet captive, to the floor. While her lips eagerly
explored his legs, her hands carefully draped one tie about his left leg
being careful not to arouse his suspicion and made a clove hitch,
passing the other end around the left front bed leg. She sat back. She
swiftly tightened the knot about his lower calf. Spontaneously, he
jumped.
"What the fuck!" But it was too late. He paused allowing her to
pull the roped leg to the bed post and anchor it securely.
"I wouldn't struggle too much," she said lifting his other tie in
the air, "You don't want to damage your ties." He shifted about like an
overturned beetle seeking to right itself, but his pants and the position
of his hands worked against him.
"If you complain too much, I'll have to gag you." Joe stopped and
leaned back.
"Sure. Go ahead and rape me." He leaned back. "Is this what it
takes for a woman to rape a man?" She ignored him. She clove hitched
his other ankle and looped to the other bed leg. Expecting a struggle,
she held the end and pulled off his pants. He pulled but was met with
resistance. "Have you done this before?"
"That's a personal question for first rape," she answered pulling
his leg to the post and securing it. When finished, she stood. "Poor
Pete," she lamented before reaching down to stroke his sagging member.
"I guess we'll have to get him up again."
"This is getting uncomfortable."
"Poor baby. Here, let me help you. Show me how those strong abs
work," she said, slowly stroking his abdomen. It rippled as he pulled
himself to a sitting position. She walked around and grabbed a pillow.
She pulled his hands outward and slipped the pillow behind them and the
loop about his neck. "Now they won't dig into your back." She grabbed
the other pillow and placed it over it and guided him gently backwards.
His head draped back awkwardly over the pillows.
"This is awf..." he started. But she shoved the corner of the
blanket into his mouth.
"You complain too much. You're being raped, not pampered." She
pulled off her shoes and socks and walked to the front of the bed.
She went back into his closet. He tried to look up but found he was
now worse off. He couldn't move his hands, his own body pressed them
firmly from his cantilevered position. Now the rope about his neck was
taut and limited his head movement. He heard his desk drawer open.
What is she doing, he wondered. She came back to the bedside and made
a clove hitch about his elbow and secured it to the bedframe. He let
out a muffled scream. She climbed over his chest to the other side to
quickly secure that elbow. "Feeling a little less in control?" Joe
was uncomfortable but tried not to show it. She moved back to the
front. His muscle flexed impressively as he strained to see her, but
he collapsed back.
She took the scissors and placed the cold blade along his inner
thigh. She slowly cut up the side. The material fell away from his
left thigh. She did the same on the right. She's gonna pay for those
briefs, he fumed. She gripped the crotch and pulled it away. That
was refreshing, she thought. He shook his head, dislodging the
blanket.
"You're gonna fucking pay for those," Joe said angrily. She
walked around to look down on him.
"Or what? You'll scream rape? I'm sure the guy you called a fag
will come running to rescue you." Joe gave a disgusted snort.
"This ain't rape, this is bondage."
"Where's it written that rape takes five minutes or your virginity
back?" She shoved the briefs into his mouth. "Here's something else
for you to chew on." She went briefly to his closet. He heard various
drawers opening and closing. Finally she returned dangling a jockstrap
in his face. "Must be pretty breezy." She stuffed the pouch in his
mouth and put the waistband over his head, looping it back to secure
the contents in his mouth. He was starting to panic now. He began to
wildly pull at his bonds. "Now what should we do about Peter." She
smiled down at him and moved out of his sight to the front of the bed.
He strained to lift his head, but it collapsed back to the bed
helplessly. He felt her fingers groping around his dick and balls, not
the gentle carresses before but pulling and prodding. "What is it you
men do?" She circled her hand about the shaft and gave awkward upward
jerks. She took a medium sized rubberband and twisted it to make two
overlapping loops. She stretched it open and over his balls, letting
them tighten around their base. Joe struggled futilely. She slid her
finger under one of the loops and pulled it an inch away and let it snap.
He screamed and twisted about. "That's a warning!" She stroked his meat
which had become slightly erect. "Seems you liked that," she chuckled as
she ran her finger along it. "Maybe you just need a little abuse to be
in the mood," she purred. She gently batted his dick around like at cat
toying with a mouse. With each stroke it grew. He felt her lips close
over the head. Her tongue ran teasingly along it, pushing it roughly
then grabbing it with her lips. Her tongue cavorted downward to his balls.
She sat back. She slowly rolled the condom down his hardened eight inch
pecker. Taking another medium rubberband, she made three loops. She had
to stretch it a bit to fit over the condom, releasing them at the base of
his shaft just over the top of the condom's base. Her hands now began to
milk this shaft, pressing the muscle up beneath the tight band. The shaft
became engorged with blood; the head became large and purplish, swelling to
nearly two and a quarter inches in diameter.
She stepped back. He layed there bound out, his purple pecker looking
like a grotesque little sausage. She nodded and went back beside him and
climbed onto the bed. He stared up at her as she towered above him. She
slowly unbuttoned her blouse, pulled it out of her jeans and dropped it
neatly behind her. She unbuttoned her jeans, undid the zipper and slowly
worked them off her hips. They slid down her legs, part of the waist
brushing against his face as they gathered about her feet. She stepped back
and nudged them to the floor with her foot. He gazed up at her in her bra
and white silk panties. She slid her panties off and dropped them over his
face.
"Am I still hot and wet?" she asked in a gravelly voice. She slowly
kneeled down. She lifted the panties and tossed them on her jeans. She
embraced his head with her thighs pressing her snatch near his mouth and
nose. "Most men just don't appreciate," her fingernails lightly raked over
his abdomen and under his ribs, "a good Boston woman. Treat us right," she
sat back, her moistening love nest rubbing over his cheeks and nose, "we can
be *real good.* Treat us bad," she slowly stroked forward, reaching beside
him, "we can be *real bad.*" There was a sharp smack, and his thigh was now
stinging. "Plastic rulers are *real nice*. Wide enough to avoid lasting
marks, but stiff enough to cause real pain." She ran the graded edge along
his balls. "And some pains," she ran the narrow edge up the length of his
bloated cock, "are much worse than others." Joe was angry and tried to
buck her but uselessly. She delivered four sharp blows to his inner thighs
causing them to redden. "That was just a warning too." She climbed over
his chest and positioned herself facing the front of the bed. She pulled
his cock backwards and began stroking her clit with it.
It felt funny. It was so huge. She sat back and took the head into
her mouth. It nearly filled it but the condom let it slide about easily.
She turned around and slapped his trapped biceps. "You're being naughty."
She turned back and scooted forward again, rubbing the head about her labia.
"Yes, yes," she murmured as she used him to masturbate. Without thought,
she tried to slide it into her. It stretched her. She creapt forward and
slowly worked the knob inside. "Oh. Oh." Her breathing grew light as it
stretched it way along. The dick was bent back awkwardly but by gentle
rocking she could get it to thrust in and out. As she rocked more fervently
she slapped with the ruler, fantasizing of riding a horse and spurring him
on. The pommel galloped within her. He moan in pain and pleasure. She
stopped. She pulled back, pulling him out. She continued to use the head
of his dick to stimulate her clit. The feeling in his dick had dulled so
that the head of his dick was overstimulated. It felt every sensation but
it no longer provoked an orgasmic ejaculation. He tried to cry out his
frustration. But she continued ignoring him. When she was hit by the
rush of orgasm, she rolled to the side and slid from the bed to the floor,
sitting there for a minute. She took a deep breath and regained her
composure.
Standing she took the scissors in hand and snipped the bands about his
penis. In relief, Joe's meat shrank to a more modest size albeit a deep
sunburn red. The cold blades slid along his sac and closed. The tight
bands shot away. She rose and picked up his robe, pulling it about her.
She left the room to use the restroom. As she left, she smiled and left
the door crack.
Fucking Christ, he thought. He heard a door up the hall open and
close. His breathing deepened, his heart raced. Finally she came back
and closed the door. She went over to the other side of the bed and
slipped her panties back on. She went to the bed and retrieved her blouse.
Duly she was dressed.
"Now I don't feel so bad." She picked up the rubberbands and stuck
them in her pocket. She softly ran her hands over his red thighs. His
dick seemed to faintly respond. Her fingers moved along his ass and her
middle finger began pressing against his asshole. He tried to say no.
"Don't you have any vaseline around here?" He struggled. "I know, maybe
that queer down the hall does." She lowered her voice, "They usually do."
She went back to the door. "I'll go ask." She flung open the door and
left. He cocked his head to the side. It was wide open. He was exposed
to the world. He heard a knock down the hall and a door open. Some
words were said, but he couldn't make it out. The door closed. He heard
the dorm hall door open.
There were men laughing. Jesus, it was Ted, Doug, and Drew. Drew
lived across the hall, Doug and Drew would have to walk past. He heard
their footsteps nearing. "Maybe Joe can help." he heard Ted say. He
fought the bonds. Did he want them to see him like this? Christ, what
would they say or think? Just then Tina stepped in and closed the door.
She walked back to him. She removed the jockstrap from his mouth and pulled
out the briefs. His mouth ached and was dry.
"You fucking bitch," Joe cursed.
"What do you mean? You asked me to rape you, but I didn't. Like you
said, there are no marks. There are no signs that anything here couldn't
have been done by you. We didn't have sex, per se. It's not rape or date
rape."
"Right, and I fuckin' tied myself up."
"Hey, you're the pervert into kinky sex. Anyway, I overpowered a big,
muscular man like you? Who's going to believe that. What does it feel
like to be helpless and used? That's what terrifies women. And if I open
the door right now and ask Ted or Doug in, are they going to blame me for
overpowering you? If you're bound, it's because you wanted to be. Just like
if a woman's raped, it's because she wanted it. Should I ask them in?" She
started to the door and cracked it open a quarter of the way. "What are you
going to tell them? It's my word against yours."
"Close the fucking door."
"Now do you understand."
"I understand you're a fucking, feminist bitch. Untie me, I gotta piss
real bad."
"You just don't understand Boston women, do you." She walked back to
his closet and pulled out a clean pair of briefs. She went to the bed and
gave a smart snap to his side. He let out a brief scream as she crammed the
briefs into this mouth and re-secured them with the jockstrap. She went over
and wrote a note on a piece of paper. "Just thought I'd post a note on your
board that your ass is open season." She grabbed some tape. He screamed and
fought. She grabbed the torn briefs and stuck it in her purse. "A memento."
She turned and walked to the door. "I have to work in a few hours and I need
my sleep. Besides Bob will be by later. He can free you. Ciao, love kitten."
She closed the door but popped back in. "Almost forgot my sweater." She
grabbed it from the chair and left. He heard something being taped to his
door. He could hear the faint locking of the dorm door. He layed there
wondering. He heard some footsteps wandering by. They paused by his door.
There was a snicker. There was a knocking over on Ted's door.
"Hey Ted, have you seen Joe's note."
"No." Ted squinted and moved to the door. "Sex experiment in progress.
Bring your own vaseline. OO-OO-OO-OO! Hot and heavy in there!" He called and
banged on the door. The pounding subsided and all was calm. Jesus, fuckin'
Christ, thought Joe. Then he heard more knocking on doors. At 3:25 am, the
whole dorm floor came bursting into Joe's room with container's of vaseline.
"I don't know what became of Joe," said Tina wistfully. "But girls will
be girls. *BAD GIRLS* *BAD GIRLS* Oh, bad, bad, bad, bad,girls, they can make
you feel so good. Goodnight love. I'll untie you in the morning."
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