Why I hate Colonial Williamsburg
My name is Ted, and like many people I look back very fondly on my college days. That was one of the wildest times of my life and I certainly wish I had appreciated it and enjoyed it more when I was there. Now that I am older, I still think back in amazement at the crazy things I did, and wish I could do them again today. Back then it was all hot coeds and keg parties, now it is mortgage payments and insurance, things are sadly very very different.
I went to William & Mary back in the 90s and it was fantastic. So many hot women, so many drunken nights, it was a blast. Mostly it is a haze of non-stop partying, and although it was a good school, the best part of it was the high percentage of very attractive young women that attended. The college, for those who are not familiar, has the town of colonial Williamsburg essentially right in the middle of campus. Students and tourists mill about constantly and it is not odd to see hottties cutting across Duke of Gloucester street running into middle aged couples with their children all wearing tri-corner hats. A popluar site in the Colonial Town is the main square with its stockade. Every family seems to want to have their picture taken with someone (ususally the Dad) bent over with his head and hands in the stocks pretending to be a Colonial Prisoner.
I admit I was a total pig as a student. Not to brag, but I was fairly attractive back in those days, and given that William and Mary had a ratio of 2 women for every man made the pickings pretty easy. Rarely did a weekend go by and I did not have some new young freshman girl’s panties laying on my floor and her delicious snatch siting on my face. It was heaven, but, as they say Kharma can be a bitch.
I can still remember the event as it was the most humiliating of my life. I was walking back to campus, kind of drunk, when these two girls came up to me and started chatting ME up. Now, as I said, I was pretty attractive back in those days, but not THAT attractive. They were flirty and made sure to make lots of physical contact and said they were going to go share a bottle of wine on the commons and was looking for a little bit of male companionship. I was gobsmacked! Who knows, maybe there would be TWO pairs of panties hitting my floor tonight if I played my cards right, so I of course joined them.
It was extremely late, around 2 am, but still light enough to have a conversation as it was a full moon. One of the girls seductively stroked my bare leg with her foot, and I was getting not only drunk but quite horny after about 20 minutes. When the girls suggested that we play truth or dare, I couldn’t believe my luck, but I suggested that we take it inside (maybe my Dorm room?) but they insisted that since the evening was so nice it was much better to stay where they were.
"Ted, don’t you feel a bit kinky playing outside?" the first girl asked. She didn’t have to ask again and we began playing. When it was my turn I asked the girls whether they wanted truth or dare, and to my amazement, they said dare. Getting bold, I dared them to show me their tits, and to my great delight they did not hesitate. I was growing extremely hard out here in public with two girls now half naked. After they had taken their tops off (it was deserted now since it was so late) they leaned over and each girl tongued my throat. I was going crazy!!!!!
When it was their turn and they asked Truth or Dare, I said dare. The hypnotic effect of their beautiful tits swaying in the night air, and the effects of quite a bit of wine made me feel pretty invincible at that point. They then dared me to get into the stocks so they could take my picture.
I was at first surprised by this request as it seemed so cheesey. This is something tourists do, not students. But, the first rule of gettng pussy is, do not ARGUE, OBEY, so I gladly stepped up on the platform, laced my arms and head in the hole and prepared for my picture to be taken. I guess it was because I was drunk, or horny, or drunk AND horny, but I honestly did not see the first girl take out a padlock from her purse. Once I was in the stocks, CLICK, I was locked in and quite helpless.
For the first few minutes, I pretended to struggle and the girls took LOTS of pictures. I figured it was a big joke until the first girl asked me if I knew who they were. I turned on the charm and said they were some hot girls I had just met that night, but honestly did not know hwo they were.
"Well, I am sure you will remember after tonight We are Donna’s roommates"
Now I started to struggle, but this time it was for real. Donna had been my “girlfriend” a few months earlier, and I am not proud to say it, but I treated her pretty badly. She had fallen pretty hard for me, and I cheated on her constantly. Finally we had a pretty bad breakup and I knew she had been pretty pissed. I now demanded to be let go, but the girls just chuckled and started rooting around in their purses. I even was denied their lovely tits during this ordeal as they had both gotten dressed now.
When I saw the scissors in there hand I got scared, not knowing what they were going to do. Once they started cuting my shirt away, I really struggled. This was going to be really humiliating and I would be the laughingstock on campus if they were going to do to me what I thought they were. Not only did they, but they did MORE than I had feared.
For the next 10 minutes, my clothes were slowly snipped off my body. First my shirt, then my shoes and socks were removed. They took my belt and pants, and now I was left only in my briefs. I begged them to stop as I was sorry I had dicked Donna around, but they said nothing. Two snips later and I was completely bare, and even more humiliatingly I was hard as nails.
The girls really were laughing now and took LOTS of pictures. This was bad and I was completely humiliated being naked and bound in public. What was worse was knowing that in 4 hours, this place was going to be packed with students rushing to class, and here I was going to be, naked and on display. I would never live it down.
The girls bagged up my clothes and then proceeded to take two more items out of their purse. When I spotted the dildo I freaked as I realized I was about to have my anal cherry taken right here in public. They slowly lubed it up and WHAM, slammed it into me. To my shame, I got even harder and began to throb and automatically dry hump the air. This may have been the most humiliating event of my life but it was also one of the most erotic.
The girls got on eiither side of me, and began a slow steady handjob, obviously enjoying my reaction. I was pissed, but I was far to lost in a haze of lust to express it. All I could do was struggle and moan as they systematically took me close to the edge of cumming and then denying me at the last minute. This went on for almost 2 hours and by the end of it I was pretty desperate. As the sun started to come up, the girls realized that they would need to make their escape. I at that point was so wound up I could not think about anything but cumming.
They donned rubber gloves and prepared to coat my aching cock with Icy Hot. I was biting my lip hard trying not to scream as the sensations on my tortured cock were beyond description. I humped the air wildy both in a futile attempt to get off, but also to somehow remove the Icy Hot. I thought it could not get any worse, until they turned the dildo/vibrator in my ass to the lowest setting. The vibration in my ass caused my whole body to shake, and now I was moaning and whimpering like a mad man.
My humiliation was not over, in fact it was just beginning. In an hour 5,000 students will be flooding this area and I am sure my display would go down as an urban legend. When both girls smacked my ass cheeks and told me to put on a good show. I knew I was fucked.
Needless to say, my situation made quite a stir. I still hate Colonial Williamsburg to this day.