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A Sex Memoir
Chapter 1

It's the second Friday in March, and I'm standing in my living
room, naked, peeking between the curtains at the street in front
of my house.  I turned seventeen last month, on the 17th, and I'm
waiting for three guys to pick me up and drive me to Florida. 
We're going on spring break.  My mother's out shopping, which she
does every Friday.  She thinks I'm going on a ski vacation with a
girlfriend.  That is, maybe she thinks that.  She knows I can't
ski.

The three guys I'm waiting for are sophomores and juniors at the
local college.  Last fall, in late September, I went up to the
college to look around.  One of the three, Jared, saw me and
invited me up to his room.  I hadn't even been on campus for five
minutes.  It was late afternoon.  We took the elevator to his
room on the fifth floor.  He grabbed my ass and told me I looked
hot.  His room was two doors down from the elevator.  When he
opened the door for me, he put his hand on my ass again and
guided me inside.

"Are you even in high school yet?" he asked.  "You've got a nice
body, but you look really young.  You shouldn't stay if you're
not sixteen."

"I'm sixteen," I said, without looking back at him.

He slipped his hand under my dress and squeezed my ass again. 
"Good thing," he said.  "I'd hate to send you away now."  He put
his hands at my sides, at the hemline of my dress, and slid it up
until I was exposed from the waist down.  "Did you forget to put
on your panties this morning?" he asked.

"No," I said, trembling slightly at the shoulders, "I don't wear
panties very often."

"Put your hands over your head, then, and we'll see what else you
don't wear."

When he pulled the dress up and over my head, I was naked from my
ankles up.  He cast the dress aside and reached around to squeeze
my tits.  "Yeah," he said in a low voice, as he pulled me back
against him, "you've definitely got the body.  Kick off your
shoes."

As I did, he circled me, took off his trousers and his shorts,
and sat down on his unmade bed.  "Now you can show me if you're
really sixteen."

I got on my knees and began stroking his dick.  He's got eight
inches, not too thick, and I began with the obligatory
preliminary of giving him head and humming just a little.  I'm
always amazed at how seductive the head of guy's dick is the
first time I suck him off.  He can be seductive at the other
times as well, but the first time is a real rush.  His hands
squeezed the top of my shoulders, and then his right hand began
moving slowly to back of my neck.  A man's hand on the back of my
neck is always the first sign that the preliminaries should end
and the business of making him cum should begin.  Less than a
minute after I began, my lips slid down his dick far enough that
I could feel the head reach the entrance to my throat.  His right
hand became progressively more insistent, and the fourth time my
head went down on him, he nearly pulled my head down firmly
enough to make me swallow him.  The fifth time, he did make me
swallow.

"Oh, yeah," he said again in that low voice, "you're sixteen all
right."  He paused.  "I think."

Jared then proceeded with the detailed task of verifying my age.
He only wanted me to swallow his dick occasionally, preferring
that I stimulate him with lips and tongue.  I could tell he was
the kind of guy who wanted to cum in my mouth rather than down my
throat, and it took less than ten minutes for him to cum. 
Knowing that it always pleases a guy when the girl sucking him
off can't quite handle his load, I was ready to let a noticeable
amount of cum escape over my lower lip when he climaxed.  The
preparation wasn't necessary.  Jared pumped three streams of cum
in my mouth quickly enough that I was only able to swallow about
half of it, the rest running down the shaft of his cock to his
balls.  He breathed heavily each time his dick pumped another
load of cum in my mouth, and after the third shot he pulled my
head down very firmly.  The cum on the head of his dick had him
so thoroughly lubricated that his dick slipped effortlessly as
deeply down my throat as it could go.

"You've got the face of a little girl, but you suck dick like
you're twenty," he gasped.  "What are you going to do with the
cum you didn't swallow?"

Satisfied that he didn't have any more cum for my mouth, I
disengaged from his dick, hooked my tongue under his balls, and
began cleaning off the residue.  Though the head of a guy's dick
can be seductive, his orgasm can be powerful enough to make me
weak.  If I hadn't already been on my knees, I would have been
before he unloaded his second shot.  Now I could show him what I
couldn't help showing him: he had conquered me, had made me
hopelessly, completely oral.  I lingered as long as I could on
his balls, which hung down far enough from his body that I could
get my lips over and around them, enclosing them in my mouth.

"You've got a very sexy little tongue," Jared said.  "Feels good
snaking around my balls.  A little tongue like yours doesn't put
on too much pressure.  It sure can put some pressure on my dick,
though.  You know just how to use it."

He may have liked the way I licked his balls but, like all men,
he was now anxious to move on to other things.  His dick had
flagged, but only a little, as I licked his balls.  He told me to
get him hard again and, after I stroked his dick a few times, he
picked me up like I was fifty pounds instead of one hundred and
five, and put me on his bed, face down and tail up.  He slipped a
finger inside my pussy.

"Damn, that's tight," he muttered.  "Have you ever been fucked
before?"

"A few times," I said, the words coming out like they had been
strained through cheesecloth.

"I guess that was a stupid question," he said.  He took hold of
my thighs, his thumbs just below my pussy, and spread me apart a
few inches.  His right hand stayed on my thigh as his left hand
positioned his dick to fuck me.  We were both lubricated, but it
took four attempts before I felt the head of his dick breach my
pussy.

"Shit you're tight," he mumbled.  He put his hands on my hips and
held me in place as he slowly stroked his dick in, then out, then
in deeper.   At the fourth stroke he was completely inside me,
and I raised my head off the bed and arched my back.

"More than you thought it would be?" he asked, and there was a
hint of concern in his voice.

"No," I said with a little gasp, then corrected myself.  "I mean
yes, but it's nice."

Just what it was that made Jared so big, or seem so big, I can't
say for sure.  Not to put too fine a point on it, but there were
several boys and men who could say they knew my pussy, some who
could say they knew it very well.  Jared, though, was somehow of
a different order, and the first time he fucked me I felt it much
more that simply in my pussy.  His stroking was unusually
powerful, though he wasn't ramming his cock inside me.  He held
me, with his hands on my hips, took complete control, and I
involuntarily responded to every nuance of his stroking.  My hips
rotated, as much as he allowed, my pussy pulled on his dick as he
stroked out, and squeezed as firmly as it could when he stroked
in.  My thighs began to vibrate, like the molecules in them were
leaping about.  My stomach fluttered, my shoulders shook, and my
tits swayed, and sometimes bounced, as he expertly used my pussy
to excite himself.  My breathing became very heavy, and soon
after I was vocalizing every turn of the screw.

"You sound like a twelve-year-old who's getting fucked for the
first time," said Jared, "but you sound like you're enjoying
it."

"I am," I said, my voice in much too high a register, "oh, god, I
am."

"All right, then, little girl," he continued, "I'm going to cum
inside you unless you tell me to stop right now."

"No, no," I said, sounding much too young to have a dick in my
pussy, "don't stop."

He snickered a little, as if to say, "Little girl likes a big
cock," but I was much too involved to be offended or even miffed.
 What he was doing was wonderful, and I began praying for
mutually exclusive outcomes: that he would tip me over the edge
and into an orgasm that I could feel fast approaching, or that he
would he stroke me firmly enough to keep me on the edge without
pushing me over.  I guess it became obvious to him that I was
experienced well beyond my years (or at least my looks), and he
cast aside whatever reserve he may have felt and fucked me
forcefully.  I can nearly always tell when a man cums inside me
because he strokes as firmly as he can, but is no longer
rhythmic.  Instead, as he shoots each load inside me, he thrusts
as deeply as he can, holds it there for a few moments, pulls out
a little, and quickly buries himself inside me again, all the
while griping my hips very tightly.  I could also tell he was
having an orgasm because I could feel his midsection trembling as
he pressed himself against my ass.  It was wonderfully exciting,
and even though I didn't have an orgasm, I was thoroughly
aroused.  The whole thing, blow job and fuck, had taken only
about twenty-five minutes.

That's how I met Jared.  The next day I met his roommate, the
following week, the two guys in a room next to Jared's, and
finally two other friends of Jared's who lived down the hall. 
That, however, is where it stopped.  I wasn't introduced to any
other guys.  On Saturdays, the six of them would spend the
afternoon and early evening fucking me, and I was usually home by
ten.

The college shut down over Christmas, and it was the longest two
weeks of my life.  The Sunday before classes resumed, I was
waiting for them outside the dorm.  They were all back by three,
and that evening was the wildest time I'd ever had.  It was then
that I got the idea of going somewhere for spring break.  When I
told Jared I wanted him to drive me to some hot spring break
gathering place, he balked a little.

"You might find some guys there who will fuck you, but you look
way to young.  The guys there want hot college girls, not an
eighth-grader."

"I've never had guy tell me to stop once I started sucking his
dick," I said defensively.

"Yeah, but nobody's going to tell you to start," he said
dismissively.

"If I'm naked they will."

He shrugged.  "Maybe.  What are you going to do?  Strip on the
beach?  Or maybe walk into some guys' room and drop your shorts?"
 His tone was slightly mocking.

"Better than that," I sneered.  "I'm going to go naked."

"Oh, ho," he hooted.  "That's sure to work.  You'll probably get
arrested in the parking lot.  The cops don't interfere with the
party, unless it gets really rowdy, but they hang around the
fringes.  They'd nab a naked little blond in a second."

This set me back for a moment, but I recovered quickly.  "Not if
you help me a little they won't."

"Shit," said Jared, "I'm not risking a trip to jail."

"You don't have to," I said.  I outlined a plan that would get me
into a motel full of party animals.  Jared was skeptical, but
here I am in my living room, wearing my birthday suit, anxiously
waiting for him and two other guys who have agreed to drive me to
Florida.

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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