A Freshman Orgy And A Man Who Blackmailed Me Into Marrying Him
A college party, with pictures that still hold me hostage.
We were with some other girls in the dorm, these dorms were two bedroom suites with a shared bathroom. There were eight girls, all freshmans. There was some Vodka and Orange juice, some Rum and Cokes. We got pretty drunk and one by one we stripped the clothes off until we were all bare butt naked. There was so much grinding, making out, pussy licking, and making out all over again. Not one of us had ever kissed a girl, and at this party we were kissing pussy, or as one girls put it, lapping up pussy juice.
Not a dick in sight, no dildos, only fingers. One by one we submitted to being treated to an orgasm, usually by more than one girl, sitting on our face and another licking our clitoris. The apartment sheets were a mess, and there was drink and chips all over the floor. No one really knew which pair was their panties. It was, an all girl orgy.
But in the dorm room was an instamatic camera. We took pictures. Some were smiles, with hand on our tits, others were faces between legs eating pussy. Lots of crotch shots, and many posed crotch shots, side by sides, on hands and knees, whatever anyone of us had seen in porn magazines, we did. We wanted dick, we thought about calling some boys to come and join us, but we weren't all on birth control so we vetoed the idea. In the end we had two roles of 36 shots that needed to be developed.
In my best nonchalant approach, I asked my friend to get them developed. We were too embarrassed to take them to the photo booth. I told him some pictures were X rated, so he was careful where he took them, to a professional photographer, not a Fotomat. He told the guy at the photo shop that the pictures could be X rated, an all girl party.
By the time he picked them, up they were obviously handled. He said that he went through them, but he was pretty sure that the photo shop guy did too, and he kept the negatives. He forced me to sit with him, as he went through each and every picture. Including mine, one by one, slowly examining every angle, every boob, every pussy, every butthole, all that kissing. He told me he had to keep a couple of me, one of me making out with one of my friends, and the other really X rated, me eating pussy. But that's not all, I had to give him my virginity.
He took pictures with his instamatic of his dick in my vagina. He took pictures of us making out, naked. He had me stand with my hands behind my back and he took a live frontal picture. He got the picture of his dick in my mouth, and he had me take a picture of him eating pussy. These too were developed. He fucked me on weekends, or when he said his balls were hurting. He tried it all with me, every thing he saw in magazines. Round the World, which included anal.
There was more, I had to hold his hand in public. I had to kiss him and call him "Sir". We had a cafeteria on campus, and when went to the cafeteria for lunch, I had to order for him, and place the food on his tray. At the table, unload his tray, and set his tea down, and his silverware. When he fucked me, he would say things to me, things guys think girls want to hear from them. Who's you Daddy now? Whose woman are you? I did it all, in order to have control of the pictures. I shared them with my friends, and they each took the worst of the worst with them, and the ones that were more tame, still X rated, one of the girls put into an album.
It's been a lifetime now, we graduated in 1980. We went on to marriage and children, careers and divorces. Those pictures in that album still exist, our friend has kept it all these years. And I still call my husband "Sir", as in yes Sir, no Sir, coming Sir. I serve his plate for him, and my children think that's normal. I've had to tell the girls, it's something you do for your husband. And somewhere that he won't tell me he has those pictures he kept, and the ones that we took that night I gave him my virginity.
