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Subject: {ASSM} A Sex Memoir, part five, M+g, bondage
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A Sex Memoir
Chapter 5

When Lance returned from his food run, he found me on the floor
with my head down in Johnny's lap, giving him his second blow
job, while Eddy was again enjoying my pussy.

"You guys hungry?" he asked.  "I mean for food."

"Not yet I'm not," said Eddy.  "This girl is the hottest fuck in
the western world."

"They cover that in your History of Western Civ class?" asked
Lance.

"Fucking?" asked Eddy.  "Not really.  This is a prime example of
learning taking place outside the classroom."

"And just what have you learned?" asked Lance in a professorial
tone.

"That this little girl might have the tightest pussy in the west
and that she gets hotter the more you fuck her," Eddy said,
gasping after every third word.

"Yeah?" said Lance.  "How many times have you fucked her?"

"This is my second and Johnny fucked her once."

Lance sat down at the table and unwrapped one of the tacos he had
brought.  "I guess I'm behind, then.  I get her pussy next.  Is
it all messy and sloppy?"

"Not very, I'd say," Eddy replied, "but we're trying."

This second time around for Johnny and Eddy took longer than the
first, but Eddy was right.  I was completely turned on.  Eddy had
a way of holding my hips that made me squirm, but he was a very
strong man.  He'd let me wiggle a little, then clamp down and
hold me still.  When he clamped down, I was immobilized.  I
strained every muscle I had in my thighs, my back, and my
stomach, but nothing moved.  Nothing, that is, except for my
pussy which I could use to squeeze and pull.  Johnny, I had
learned by now, was something of a control freak.  He always had
a handful of my hair.  He didn't hold tightly all the time, but
when he wanted me to just give him head, he pulled me up, then
fucked my mouth with just the head of his dick.  He obviously
liked the entrance part of oral sex, and knew that he could tease
me by only letting me get two or three inches in my mouth.  Since
the head of his dick was very firm, and very prominent, I had no
objection, except that it delayed the orgasm I was trying to
elicit.  As I mentioned, it took a while, maybe twenty minutes,
before I was able to make both men cum.  Both groaned with
pleasure, but there was a note, just a hint, of pain in their
exclamations.

When both were done, they pushed me away and slowly stood up. 
"Best sex on the planet," said Eddy, and Johnny agreed.  They
retired, one at a time, to the bathroom, cleaned up, then
announced they were going to the beach.  They grabbed a few tacos
and wished Lance well as they walked out the door.

Lance had watched the whole thing rather placidly, but when he
took off his shorts it was clear he anything but disinterested. 
He made me bend over again and fucked me, slowly at first, but
with increasing intensity.  It took him less than ten minutes to
cum.  "After you clean off my dick," he said, "you can have
something to eat."  I cleaned off his dick and he untied me.

I wasn't that hungry, but I figured I should eat something
because the opportunity might not arise again until evening.  I
stood by the table, munching on a taco while Lance watched for a
minute.  Then he came up behind me and slipped a finger between
my legs.

"Spread your thighs and bend over a little," he ordered.

While still eating, I spread and leaned forward.

"You are a hot little bitch," he said, as he slowly stroked my
pussy with two fingers.  "I didn't believe that guy who told me
about you, but he didn't tell me the half of it.  You're way too
much for three guys.  We'll be fucked out by tomorrow noon if we
don't pace ourselves, so I'm going to take a tour of your body
before I use you some more.  He took his fingers out of my pussy
and ran his hand over my ass.  "Your ass isn't very big, but it's
nice and round."  He squeezed.  "And it's firm, too.  It's more
like a little girl's ass than anything else.  How old did you say
you were?"

"Seventeen," I answered, after swallowing a bite of the taco.

"When I first saw you I figured you for middle school, maybe
first year of high school.  You're sure you're seventeen?"

"I'm sure," I said.

He ran his hand around the small of my back.  "Arch your back a
little."

I leaned forward until my stomach touched the table and lifted my
tail.

"Nice," he said, "nice curve here, and nice waist."  He ran his
hand up my side and cupped one of my tits in his hand.  "Your
tits are just big enough, maybe bigger, to make me think you are
seventeen.  On the other hand, I know some girls grow tits when
they're thirteen or fourteen.  You still sure you're seventeen?"

"Positive," I said, after finishing the taco.

"Put your hands behind your back," Lance ordered.  When I did, he
took one wrist in his hand.  "Your wrists are red," he said.  "If
you're going to be tied up all week they might get cut by that
shoestring.  What's the longest you've ever been tied up?"

"Five, maybe six hours," I answered.

"Do you always get tied up before you have sex?"

"Yes, well, nearly always," I said.

"Why," he asked.

"I just always have," I said.  "Isn't it supposed to be that
way?"

"If you like it and if you're better when you're tied up, I
guess," he said.  "But a week with a shoestring won't work. 
We'll have to find something else."  He paused.   "Take a shower,
get cleaned up, and come back in here."

This was not at all the way my weekends at the college had gone.
With six men, two can fuck me for the better part of an hour,
then two more, then the last two.  It usually takes three hours
and by the time I'm through with the last two, the first two are
ready for more, even if it's just a blow job.  That, of course,
is not the only way six men can take me, and the men at the
college often got inventive, but they always kept me going.  The
shower Lance told me to take would only relax me, and I wasn't
ready for relaxation yet.  But after I've sucked a man off,
licked his balls, then bent over so he could fuck me, it was hard
to say no to the shower.

When I stepped out the bathroom, I saw Lance sitting at one end
of the couch, naked, watching a basketball game on TV.  "Get on
the floor here next to me," he said, "and put your tail in the
air."

I knelt next to the couch and leaned forward until my head was on
the floor.  While he watched the game he languidly fingered my
pussy.  He said nothing during the game, except to exclaim now
and then about a bad call of a referee, but when the game ended
he told me he had an idea.  "Go find the phone book," he said.

When I found the book and handed it to him, he ordered me back
down on the floor.  I could hear him paging through the book,
mumbling to himself occasionally, until he said, "Leather wear. 
That's the place to look."  He stood up, found the phone, and
dialed.  I heard only his side of the conversation.

"Hello," he said, "I'm looking for some wrist cuffs that a small
female can wear without her wrists getting chaffed.  Do you have
anything like that?"

"I'd say she's five four, maybe five five, about a hundred and
five maybe a hundred and ten pounds."

"Good.  How much are they?"

"That's kind of much.  Can we work out a deal?"

"She's a hot little bitch, gives a great blow job and is a better
fuck.  Would you trade the cuffs for some sex?"

"Yeah, I suppose you do get few offers like that.  Could you give
me a break on the price, though?"

"OK, I can bring her by and let you look at her.  She doesn't
have anything to wear, though.  Can I bring her in naked?"

"Nope, not a thing.  She came down for spring break with nothing
on.  What do you say?"

"OK, I can do that if you'll tell me how to get there.  Uh huh. 
OK.  What time?  We'll be there.  Thanks."

Lance put down the phone and returned to the couch.  I was still
lying face down on the floor with my tail in the air.

"Good news," he said.  "I can, well we can, get a pair of cuffs
half price.  All you have to do is what you do best."

2013, by Cheryl Allen Tessler.  Other works by the author can be
found at <a
href="https://sizzlereditions.com/?s=SearchResults.asp%3FCat%3D25
0&search_404=1">https://sizzlereditions.com/?s=SearchResults.asp%
3FCat%3D250&search_404=1</a>

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