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Subject: {ASSM} A Sex Memoir, part eight, M+g, bondage
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A Sex Memoir
Chapter 8

Sucking Eddy's dick while Johnny fucked me was a reprise of the
sex I had had earlier that day, but because I now knew both men I
could be myself.  I didn't have to think about the further plans
they might have in mind for me.  Also, the fact that Eddy let me
stroke him just as I wanted, allowing me a full range of
expression so to speak, I could thoroughly enjoy his dick.  One
of my favorite moves is to press my lips against the head of a
man's dick, like I was just kissing it, then push my lips over
the head of his dick.  I've yet to meet a man, or rather suck a
man, who doesn't like it, and I will repeat the move several
times before stroking him more deeply.  It simultaneously teases
the man and, when done well, is very stimulating.  It also seems
to me to be very feminine.  The passage of his dick from outside
my mouth to inside changes me from merely a potential girl to an
actual girl.  Men like to penetrate and girls and, this girl in
particular, likes to be penetrated.  It's a statement, made over
and over, that he's the male and I'm the female.  Eddy, for his
part, told me he liked the statement by playing with one of my
tits.  He squeezed two or three times, pinched my nipple,
squeezed a few more times, then just lightly rubbed my nipple
again between thumb and forefinger.

As much as Eddy was enjoying the blow job, I could tell that it
would take several minutes to make him cum.  Johnny, though, who
had been fucking me now for fifteen minutes, finally came.  His
erection had flagged a little, but it still felt wonderful to
have him inside me.  When he withdrew, I felt unattended,
unneeded, and less feminine.  My only recourse was Eddy, and I
teased him repeatedly, hoping he would now take a more active,
that is more forceful, role.  After about three minutes, he put
his hand on the back of my head.

"It's time to get serious about this," he said.  I hummed in
agreement, and he began guiding my stroking.  As I had thought,
it took him several more minutes to cum, but the pressure of his
strong hand pulling me down on him aroused me enough to hum
encouragement.  I swallowed easily when he came.

"That's enough for now," he said, trying to sound as if he would
have more for me later.  That he lost his erection only a few
seconds after he came belied his bravado.

Johnny and Lance had already begun working their way through the
two pizzas Eddy had brought, and Eddy joined them when he
remembered he was hungry.  I sat back on my haunches, but didn't
move from my position in front of the couch.

"What," asked Lance, "are we going to do with this girl?  She's
come close to fucking us out in one day."

"She came here for sex," said Johnny.  "There are plenty of guys
here who would be happy to fuck her."

"True enough," said Lance, "but I'm afraid that if we loan her
out, we might not see her again for a few days."

"So you have to supervise," said Eddy.  "That guy Jared gave her
to you."

"He gave her to us," said Lance.  "You guys have to supervise,
too."

"Remember when you asked Jared why he was willing to let us have
her?" asked Johnny.  "Maybe we know now.  He knew he'd be taking
her to a gang bang every day and he didn't want to be bothered."

"Come over here, Cat," Lance ordered.  When I did, he unbound my
wrists.  "Jared told us not to untie you until we were done
fucking you, but it's safe to say we're done.  Have a piece of
pizza."  I carefully picked up a piece of the pie.

"So tell me," Lance continued, "what's the largest gang bang
you've ever been to?"

This was a question I wasn't keen to answer, but I hoped that an
explanation would soften the blow.  "Sixteen," I said quietly.

Lance nearly dropped the pizza he was holding.  "Sixteen?" he
nearly shouted.  "Sixteen?"

"It's not quite what it sounds like," I said.  "They were all
boys, sixteen year-olds, maybe a couple of seventeen year-olds. 
Every one of them came really fast, like in three or four
minutes.  It didn't last that long."

"None of them came back for seconds?" asked Johnny.  "Or thirds?"
Eddy chimed in.

"Yes, I guess," I replied, squeezing out the words, "but it was
nothing like what sex with sixteen men would be."  I added this
last line with all the sincerity I could muster.

"Holy shit," Lance mumbled.  "I'll bet you could do ten, even
twelve, no problem.  You did four today, three of them several
times, and you don't look tired at all.  What are you, an
alien?"

"I'm a girl," I sniffed, "and there's nothing wrong with a girl
who likes men.  Girls are supposed to like men."

"I guess," said Lance, "but not many girls like men as much as
you do.  Once word gets around that there's an indefatigable slut
in 213, the three of us will never get any sleep."

"That's easily solved," said Eddy.  "Just find a party, take her
to it, but don't tell anyone where you found her."

"She'll have to come back here when she's done, dumbass," said
Lance.  "In one day everyone will know where she's staying."

"After she wears everybody out, no one will care where she's
staying," Eddy sneered.

"That won't happen until three or four in the morning," said
Lance.  "One of us will be up all night, every night, for a
week."

"Doesn't sound like bad duty to me," said Johnny.  "You take her
to a party, hang around, drink their beer, then bring her back
here after everyone's fucked out."

"Do you drink?" asked Lance.

"No, beer tastes yucky," I said.

"What about whiskey or vodka?"

"That stuff just makes me sick."

"Too bad," said Lance.  "We could let you drink until you passed
out, and you wouldn't be able to fuck."

"Lance," said Johnny, "I think you're finding problems where none
exist, at least not yet.  Let's just see how this plays out. 
There are plenty of guys who would like to have our problem."

Lance frowned.  "OK, but I don't think this will turn out well."

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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