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Subject: {ASSM} A Sex Memoir, part two, Mg
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A Sex Memoir
Chapter 2

When the SUV, driven by Jared, pulled up in front of my house, my
stomach did a full gainer, along with a few other moves I never
imagined possible.  I was taking a leap into the unknown, or at
least partially unknown.  I knew there would be men, perhaps many
men, but that didn't concern me (much).  What made me nervous was
the reception that awaited me.  I had no idea what that would
be.

Jared honked the horn, and the impatience implied in that honk
put me in motion.  I raced over to the front door, opened it, set
the lock, peeked left and right, and very nearly slammed the door
shut behind me as I exited and ran down the steps.  Three doors
down, I could see a neighbor in his yard heading for the mailbox.
 He wasn't someone my mother or I knew well, but the thought that
he might bump into my mother somewhere and casually mention that
he saw me running naked from the house inspired me to get to the
SUV as quickly as I could.  That fact that the temperature was
hovering around twenty degrees also hastened my progress.  I ran
around the back of the SUV to the street side of the vehicle. 
The door slid open and in a moment I was inside, sitting on the
second bench behind the driver.

"I told you she'd come," said Jared to his mates.

"Girl doesn't have any sense, but she looked damned cute running
from the house," said Steven, Jared's roommate.  The SUV pulled
away from the curb and we were on our way.

The arrangements that Jared and I had made for the trip were
straightforward.  He had agreed to drive me Florida and hook me
up with some (as yet unknown) guys with whom I would stay for the
week.  Finding guys would be the easy part.  Getting them to take
me in might be problematic, but Jared, his early doubts
notwithstanding, told me he could get it done.  My three fuck
buddies had other plans which would put them a hundred miles away
from me.  On the way, naturally, I would take care of them, and
as soon as we were on the freeway I was taken firmly in hand by
Jared's roommate.  Then it was Brad's turn, one or Jared's
neighbors and, after a quick stop to change drivers, Jared took
his turn.

"Now listen to me, you little slut," he said, with a hint of
command in his voice, "when we get there you do what I tell you.
I'm sticking my neck out for you, so you'd better behave."

I was bent over in his lap, licking his dick.  "I always behave,"
I replied.

"Yeah, but this is different.  You have to do what I tell you."

I wasn't sure what he meant, but I agreed.  I got some sleep
during the trip, which took nearly twenty hours, as did the three
men.  Each of them fucked me again before we arrived at our
Florida destination around nine in the morning on Saturday.

We stopped at a convenience store for coffee and Jared parked
behind the store where we couldn't be seen from the road.  The
men went into the store and were gone much longer than I thought
it should take to get coffee.  When Jared returned, without any
coffee, he slid open the side door of the SUV and held up a
shoelace.

"Remember what I told you yesterday?" he asked.

"Yes," I said nervously.

"Then turn around and put your hands behind your back."

There had been a few times, maybe more than a few, that the men
had bound me during sex.  Jared was convinced I gave a better
blow job when bound, but bondage, especially at the very
beginning of the trip, hadn't occurred to me.  When I didn't turn
my back to him right away, he very gruffly reminded me again that
I had agreed to do as he said.  I turned around and he began
wrapping my wrists with the shoestring.

"We got a break," he said, as he bound me.  "Three guys in the
store got here yesterday.  There's hardly anyone here yet, so
they haven't picked up any girls yet.  I told them about you and
they're interested.  They're coming back here to meet you.  Smile
sweetly and don't talk unless they ask you something."

As he turned me around and helped me out of the SUV, I saw
Steven, Brad, and three other men walking toward us.  Jared put
his hand on my ass, then inserted two fingers in my pussy.

"Here she is guys," he said, pushing me away from the SUV a
little.  "What do you think?"

I quickly looked the three strangers up and down and my stomach
did some more gymnastics.  The three men who stopped in front of
me were tall and dressed for the beach.  Two were wearing only
shorts, the third wore shorts and an unbuttoned shirt.  One of
the shirtless men stopped directly in front of me.

"She does look really young, like you said."  He frowned a
little.

"Young, yes," said Jared, "but there isn't a better party girl
anywhere."  He stroked my pussy with his fingers in case anyone
had failed to notice he was finger fucking me.

Lance, for that was the man standing in front of me, pinched one
of my nipples.  "So whose idea was it to come down here?" he
asked.

I looked up at him a smiled.  "Mine," I answered.

"You wanted to come here naked?" he asked.

I tilted my head a little.  "I figured I wouldn't need clothes,"
I said, trying to sound playful.

He squeezed my tit.  "You look good without them, I'll admit."

"So do we have a deal?" asked Jared.

"Maybe," said Lance.  "What I don't get is why you're not taking
her for yourselves."

"Tell them, Cheryl," said Lance.

"It was all," and here I gasped because Jared's fingers were
making an impression.  Everyone laughed.

"It was all what?" asked Lance.

"It was all my idea," trying to now to sound lighthearted. 
"Besides, these three guys know me pretty well by now."

"One of 'em does, that's for sure," said Lance.

"OK," said Jared, speaking as though the exchange had been
agreed, "here's what you do.  Keep her bound until you're done
fucking her.  She's better with her hands tied."

"Is that true, Cheryl?" asked Lance.

"Yes, I guess so," I replied sheepishly.

"Get her little bag," Jared said to Steven.

Steven fetched a small handbag from the SUV that had a hairbrush
and a toothbrush.  He handed it to Lance.

Jared removed his fingers from my pussy and gave me a slap on the
ass.  "We'll be back to pick her up in a week.  You said you're
in 213 at the motel, so we'll just come to your room.  Have
fun."

With that, and before Lance and his friends could protest, Jared,
Steven, and Brad got in the SUV and drove off.

"Shit," said one of Lance's friends.  "How do you like that?"

"Don't know, yet," said Lance, "but I'm sure going to find out."

None of this had gone at all the way I had envisioned it.  When I
met Jared's friends, I didn't really meet them at all.  The first
time each of them saw me, I was on my knees sucking dick or bent
over being fucked.  But here, in the parking lot of a convenience
store, I had been examined, negotiated over, and transferred with
operating instructions.  It was all very formal, and I don't mind
telling you it scared the shit out of me.  The part about keeping
me tied up could easily be misinterpreted by my new owners. 
Jared's slap on my ass was a none too subtle hint.  But there was
one other part of the transfer that was notable:  it was done out
of doors.  Being naked outside is, for me, entirely different
from being naked indoors, even if I'm the only girl in a crowded
room.  The lack of walls and a ceiling didn't merely expose me to
anyone who might happen by.  It felt like me, myself, was
exposed, that the world could look down on me submitting, and
willingly, to three men giving me to three other men, when the
purpose of the handover was obvious.  The time I had stood
outside next the SUV was only five minutes, but it seemed like
half an hour.  The men took the whole thing very casually, but I
felt like I was being paraded down Main Street with hundreds
lining the sidewalks.

Lance took me by the arm, and led me around to the side of the
convenience store where his SUV was parked.  Some boys who had
just pulled into the parking lot hooted when they saw me, but
Lance paid no attention.  He handed his keys to one of his
friends.  "You drive," he said.  He helped me into the SUV,
closed the door, dropped his shorts, and sat down next to me. 
"So show me what you can do," he said, putting a hand behind my
head and pulling me down on his dick.

I knew this was the audition which would determine how the week
would go, but I was faced with a dilemma.  I had nothing against
sucking Lance's dick: quite the contrary, I was all for it.  But
if I gave him a primo blow job, he would naturally think the
bondage thing (and perhaps more?) was behind it.  On the other
hand, if I gave him an adequate, but not superior, blow job, I
might never make it to his room.  I dispensed with the
preliminaries and began stroking the length of his dick.  There
was nothing wild about it, but I did get him down my throat
within a minute.  That, by the way, I considered a major
accomplishment since he must have had at least eight inches.  He
didn't think so.

"I was told you can do much better than that," he said, and he
pinched my nipple hard.

Now I was sure that Jared had told Lance much more than what he
said when I was handed over.  I couldn't curse Jared for my
predicament, but I couldn't praise him, either.  The only thing I
could do was give Lance my best and hope I would survive the
week.  I hummed loud enough for everyone in the SUV to hear as I
increased the force and tempo of my stroking.  Lance's companions
chuckled.

"It sounds good, Lance.  How does it feel?" one asked.

"She's on a mission now," Lance replied.


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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