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A Sex Memoir
Chapter 14

It was very late when we made our back to room 213.  I had
already invited Ann to spend the night with me.  This time we
didn't sleep separately.

As had happened the previous day, we were awakened by Lance,
Eddy, and Johnny.  They fucked Ann and me raucously, without
inhibition.  It was as though they were now very comfortable
having two obedient sluts in their room, and there was no hint
that they were fucked out.  Quite the contrary.  It was
mid-afternoon before they went out to shoot some food.

"Damn," said Ann when they left.  "Those guys seemed like a lot
more than three men today."

"Definitely," I said, "but it was great.  I inched over to her,
my wrists still bound, and kissed her.

"What a difference a day makes," said Ann, after a lengthy kiss.
"Last night you were all sweetness and light.  Today, you're
still sweetness, but there's nothing light about it."

"Don't you like it?" I asked.

"I love it," said Ann, "but you're coming on to a girl who would
like much more than a kiss."

I giggled.  "Then you should get what you like," I said.  "I
won't try to stop you this time."

"All right, little one," said Ann, "but those cuffs have to come
off first."

I turned around and Ann, as though she had done it many times
before, quickly removed my cuffs.  Then she laid me on my back,
hovered over me for a moment, and kissed me very passionately. 
It was just as passionate as anything the men had done with me,
but now it was Ann.  The sensuality that a man could only impart
with his hands and his dick was replaced with the sensuality that
Ann provided with her whole body.  We writhed like two eels,
tying to wrap arms and legs about each other.  It was wild, but
not wild like sex with a man.  When a man gets wild, he overawes
the girl and she can only follow where he leads.  When two girls
get wild, their strength being nearly equal, there's as much
leading as there is following.  Without planning it, we glided
easily, if noisily, from top to bottom to top again.  It was
wrestling without the struggle.  When Ann spread my legs and bent
down to lick my pussy I was more than ready to have her there. 
She, obviously, was more than ready to be there.  With a
smoothness and silkiness that belied her arousal, she brought me
to a crashing, body wrenching, all-consuming orgasm.  When she
was done, she threw herself on her back.  I knew, without knowing
it, what I had to do.  I climbed between her thighs and ran my
hands up the insides.  She parted them, and I bent over to kiss
her.  With the tentativeness of a novice, I slipped my tongue
between her lips, found her clit, and very gently flipped my
tongue back and forth over it.

"Oh, gawd, Cheryl," she moaned, "you don't have to do that but it
feels fabulous."

I raised my head a little.  "Then I will," I breathed heavily.

Ann's pussy, like mine, had been generously filled with cum, and
the lubrication made my tongue slip very easily over and around
her clit.  When I licked too vigorously, my tongue ended up a few
inches beyond her lips and on her abdomen.  She giggled the first
time it happened.  "You're with a girl now, not a man.  You don't
have to try that hard," she said.  I tried taking her advice, but
the adjustment from male to female wasn't easy.  That I was too
aroused to keep myself in check was clear, but my out-of-control
tongue didn't detract from the sex.  Ann seemed to thoroughly
enjoy it.

It took me much more time than Ann had needed, but finally her
midsection began to convulse.  I knew that motion from
experience, and a minute later Ann climaxed with a very loud
groan.  She lay on her back, letting the orgasm wash over her,
before sitting up and embracing me tightly.  She kissed me, at
first passionately, but then more gently, for a minute.  When our
lips parted, she stroked my hair and smiled.  "I've never had a
lover like you," she said.  "Now I know why all the men are crazy
for you."

We showered together, but spent little time with soap.  Had it
not been for the warm water flowing over us, we likely would have
eaten each other again.  Each of us did, briefly, get on her
knees, but what we wanted more was to kiss and embrace.  When we
emerged from the shower, we took turns drying each other off with
the towel, exploring each other with our hands, laughing and
grabbing as often as there was opportunity.  We had barely
repaired to the couch when the men returned with food.  Ann and I
quickly gobbled up everything we could lay our hands on.

"You two took off again last night," said Lance.  "Did you go the
beach?"

"Yes," I said smiling.

"Were there many guys there?" he asked.

I didn't want to disappoint Lance by saying that Ann and I had
avoided men, so I said there were a few men.

"More than a few would be my guess," he said.  "Didn't seem to
wear you out, though.  You two were damned hot this morning."

"A girl is only as hot as the men she's with," I said in a
teasing voice.

"Then you should be hot today," said Lance.  "Crawford and his
buddies finally made it here last night.  I told them I'd bring
you around this afternoon.  You ready?"

I didn't know how many men were implied by 'Crawford and his
buddies,' but I guessed it had to be at least five.  "Let me
digest these hamburgers and greasy fries first," I said.

"OK, we can wait," said Lance.  "Crawford got pretty wasted last
night, anyway.  He's probably not even up yet."

Lance, Johnny, and Eddy went out on the balcony to observe the
goings on in the courtyard, and elsewhere.  Things had definitely
picked up from the day before.  There was much loud music,
dancing, and drinking.  Some girls were topless and behaving very
inappropriately.  Ann and I surveyed the scene briefly, then
retreated to the room, leaving the men to watch.

"Do you really want to go to a gang bang?" Ann asked.

"I'd rather be with you," I said, "but it's just another day in
the life.  One blow job, one fuck, and I'll be turned on."

"OK," said Ann, "but is it OK if just tag along?"

"Sure," I said.  "I'll tell Lance he doesn't have to introduce
you.  He can just introduce me."

Ann sighed with relief.  "Thanks, beautiful."

 Within an hour, Lance cuffed me, unwrapped my leash, and led me
away.  Ann followed several feet behind.  Crawford's room was on
the opposite side of the motel, so we walked the width of the
courtyard, skirting the swimming pool, and getting plenty of
stares as we went.  We then walked up three flights of stairs,
down the balcony past several rooms, and finally arrived at our
destination.  The door to Crawford's room stood open and Lance
led me inside a room that was nearly full of men.  Crawford was
lounging in a chair directly in front of us.

"Here she is Crawford," said Lance, "the hottest girl in the
western world."

Crawford looked up at me.  "You'd better be right," he said,
"'cause we're all going to jail if we fuck her."

"Nope," said Lance, clipping the word, "you'll be too fucked out
to go anywhere when she's done with you."

"That so?" asked Crawford skeptically.  He stood up and pinched
one of my nipples.  Then he squeezed my tit.  "Not bad, not bad,"
he said.  He put his hand on my ass.  "Bend over," he said.

I did and Crawford fingered me.  His finger was quite long and I
jumped a little.

"Tight, very tight," he said, "like she hasn't been fucked
before."

"She has been," said Lance, "and plenty."  He wrapped the leash
around my neck.  "Enjoy, but don't let her run off when you're
done with her.  Bring her back to 213."

Lance turned and left and all eyes fell on me.  

"Lance sure bragged on you last night," said Crawford, "so let's
see what he was bragging about."

He dropped his shorts to reveal a large, though not Herculean,
dick and a pair of balls that hung down a good four inches.  I
gulped a little because I was sure what the first act would be. 
He put a hand on my shoulder, pushed me to my knees, and told me
to lick.  His balls were certainly low enough to get them
entirely in my mouth, but they were just large enough to make
getting them there difficult.  A few of the men laughed as they
saw me struggle, and I got the feeling I only get when large,
tall men laugh at girl they think is tiny.  I did manage,
however, and Crawford stood stock still while I licked, getting
one ball under my tongue, letting it drop, then doing the same
with the other.  I went on, as the men chuckled, for two
minutes.

"That all you're going to do with her, Crawford?" a voice asked.

"Give her a while to get going," said Crawford.  "We've got all
day."  I realized this would be no ordinary gang bang.

When Crawford pulled my head back, he sat down on the chair.  "Go
ahead, short stuff, suck my dick."

I began as I always do, and found that Crawford would be more of
challenge than I first thought.  He was as well hung as any man I
had sucked, save one perhaps, and warming up to him took at least
two minutes.  To my relief, Crawford did not force me to take all
of his dick at once.  He let me stroke him more and more deeply,
then put his hand on the back of my head and began guiding me.  I
thought I knew what was coming, but Crawford simply wanted me to
increase my pace.  It wasn't until five minutes into the blow job
that he forced his dick down my throat.  I lurched noticeably
when he did, and let out a small cry.  "Last time I did that to
girl she squealed like a pig," said Crawford.  "You're all right,
little girl."

One problem that a man with a big dick sometimes has is the sin
of pride.  He's more interested in making an impression than he
is in having sex.  For him, sex is about proving the obvious. 
Crawford was one of those men.

Crawford's comment that I was all right seemed to break the ice.
If any of the men in the room had been reluctant to fuck me
before then, they weren't now.  Two minutes later, after Crawford
shot a load of cum in my mouth, little of which made it down my
throat, I was led to a table, draped over it, and taken front and
back.  The table was a bit higher than the table in 213, and my
legs dangled over the edge, my feet not reaching the floor.  It
was nothing like being bent over a log, as I had been two nights
earlier.  Then I could wiggle my ass a little, and feel the man
controlling me as he fucked me.  Then I could try to lift my tail
and feel a strong hand on my back.  On the table there was none
of that.  All I could do was lie there like a piece of soggy
bread.    I waited anxiously for the orgasm that would get me
going, but it wasn't until three men had fucked me and three had
cum in my mouth that it arrived.  When it did, I thought I was
ready.  To my chagrin, though, I didn't get as excited as I
thought I should.  I don't want to say the gang bang was a drag,
because men are my thing, but there weren't as many highlights as
I expected.  I think it was because the men hardly touched me,
except with their dicks.  Things changed, though, when the men
moved me to the floor.  Now, since there was no edge of a table
to hold me in place, the men had to hold me by the hips.  Their
hands also wandered, naturally, up my sides to my tits.  After a
few minutes of this, I was humming on the dick in my mouth and
lurching back to take the man fucking me.  It was just the sex I
wanted, and the men responded in kind.  I'm sure several came
back for seconds, and the gang bang stretched from three hours to
four, and beyond.  By the time Crawford took his turn in my
pussy, I was totally ready for him.  He tried to impress me with
his dick, but I squeezed him as hard as I could when he stroked
out.  I could feel him quiver inside me on one such stroke out,
and it wasn't the quivering of a man about to have an orgasm.  He
paused, as if he had to recover his composure, and he did not
again try to hammer me.  He stroked with mild force and let me
work him to an orgasm.  When he was done, he stood up.

"That girl's been fucking for hours.  She should be too worn out
to move.  Her pussy must be made of old army leather."

I hummed agreement on the man I was sucking, and a few seconds
later Crawford was replaced by another man.  Completely loosened
up as I was, I had a double orgasm not long after yet another man
began fucking me.  He grunted loudly when my first orgasm hit,
then cried out again, even louder, when my pussy convulsed on his
dick again.  "Chill out girl," he said to me, "you're about to
squeeze my dick off."

"She damn near did the same thing to me," said Crawford.

"I can't believe we can't fuck her out," said a voice.

"Well we can't," said Crawford.  "May as well take her home
unless you guys want some more."

The man I was sucking wanted more, and it took another ten
minutes to make him cum.  When he did, I was left alone on the
floor.

"Damn," said Crawford, "now I have to lead this little bitch back
to her room.  If anyone sees me, they'll think I'm into sex with
kids."

"I can help you with that," said Ann, who had hovered around the
door all the while.  "I know where she lives, and I can take her
home."

"Be my guest," said Crawford.

"She needs to wash up a little, first," said Ann.  My girlfriend,
for what else could I call her, led me into the bathroom, cleaned
my face, my neck, and my chest, and wiped away the cum that had
accumulated between my thighs.

"You look like a stable of horses came on you," said Ann.

"There was definitely one horse," I said.

"That guy Crawford is a jerk, if you don't mind my saying
so.""Yeah, kind of," I said.  "He could be OK if he wasn't so
interested in breaking me in half."

"I guess he didn't get very far with that," said Ann.

"Not as far as he wanted," I said.

When Ann led me out onto the balcony, Crawford was leaning on the
balustrade, facing the room.  He put his hand between my legs and
fingered me.  "I'd like to see you again.  Got any free time in
your schedule?"

He was fingering me gently.

"Ah, I don't know," I said.  My surprise at his touch was
evident.  "You'd have to ask Lance.  He's the one who brought me
over here."

"Then I will," he said.  He withdrew his finger and patted me
softly.  "See you again."

"What's up with that?" asked Ann as we walked away.

"Just a man who wants to take another swing," I said.  "I've met
a few of them."

It was late evening when we arrived at room 213.  Lance, Eddy,
and Johnny were drinking beer and watching TV.

"Were you in Crawford's room all this time?" asked Lance.

"Yes, she was," said Ann.

"It must have been one hell of a gang bang," said Lance.

"It was," Ann replied.  "That guy Crawford said he wanted to see
Cheryl again."

"He's not the only one," said Lance.  "Some kid came by a few
hours ago and asked if you were staying here."

"Kid?" I asked.

"Yeah, looked like he was in ninth or tenth grade," said Lance.

"Blond hair, kind of curly, really cute?" I asked.

"I wouldn't know about the cute part, but that's him.  Why?  You
know him from school?"

"No, but I've met him.  His name's Timmy."

"He looked like he'd just found out his dog had died when I told
him you weren't here," said Lance.

"I think he's hung up on me," I said.

"I guess," Lance snorted.  "He asked me to come to his room and
tell him as soon as you got in."  He paused.  "It's just like I
thought it would be.  Guys are starting to come around asking for
you."

"It's nice to be wanted," I said.

"Then this is what I want," said Lance.  "Tell him he can't come
around here asking for you anymore."

I didn't see why I had to be the one to give Timmy the news.  It
was Lance, after all, that took me to the gang bang where I met
Timmy.

"All right," said Lance in a menacing tone, "I'll go get him. 
Then you tell him not to come looking for you."  Lance stomped
out and two minutes later Timmy was at the door of 213.  He bid
me step outside.

"Cat, I've been dying to see you.  Can we go somewhere?" he asked
breathlessly.

"Timmy, that wouldn't be a good idea."

"Why not?  I really liked seeing you the other day, and I know
you liked it, too.  Didn't you?" he asked plaintively.

"Yes, Timmy, I liked it, but . . ."

"Then let's go somewhere," he blurted before I could finish.

"Timmy, I'm not the kind of girl who has a boyfriend.  You saw me
at that party."

"Yes, I saw you, but I know you were just being nice to those
other guys.  When we were together, it was, you know, really
special."

"Timmy, I wasn't just being nice.  I knew there would be a few
men at that party.  I did what they wanted because I always do
what the men want."

"Then come take a walk with me," said Timmy.

"Timmy, I really can't."

"But you just said," and here he put his hand on my hip, leaned
forward, and whispered in my ear, "you just said you do what a
guy wants.  I only want to walk around for an hour or two."

I knew he wanted much more than a stroll.  "I can't go out for a
walk.  I don't have any clothes."

"Then borrow some.  Please."  He sounded like a five year-old
asking for candy.

My shoulders slumped.  "OK," I said grudgingly, "but you have to
promise not to come here again asking for me.  It makes the men I
live with mad."

He smiled broadly.  "No problem," he answered.  "You won't hear
my knock any more."

I would have put my hand to my forehead if my wrists weren't
bound.  I went back into the room.

"So did you get rid of him?" Lance asked.

"Sort of," I said.  "I'm just going to go out for a few minutes."
 I got Ann to one side and explained my problem.

"I can get you something to wear," she said.  "Come with me."

"Let me brush my teeth first," I said.

Ann ushered me out of the room and I motioned Timmy to follow. 
We went to Ann's room and she gave me a pair of shorts and a tank
top.  Neither fit very well, but when I walked out of Ann's room
to join Timmy, he was pleased.

"You look really good in those shorts," he said.  I could have
been wearing a potato sack and he would have liked it.

I felt very strange when Timmy and I set out.  My wrists were
free and for the first time in five days I was clothed.  Timmy
took my hand and we looked for all the world like two teenagers,
which of course we were, out for a walk.

"Where should we go?" Timmy asked.

"You're the one who wanted to go for a walk," I said in an
exasperated voice.  "You tell me where we should go."

"I hear the beach is nice," he said in a soothing tone.  "Let's
go there."

I wanted to say anyplace but the beach, but like a dummy I had
let him choose the destination.  When he immediately turned in
the direction of the path that led to the beach, I knew he had
planned everything beforehand.  He put his arm around my waist
and drew me to him.  I didn't want to follow suit, but I felt
silly with my arms dangling at my sides, so I put my arm around
him, my hand barely resting on his hip.

"Have you been down here before?" he asked.  His voice had the
modulations of a boy in love.

"No, no," I said slowly, "I don't think I have."

"Me neither," he said.  I was sure he was lying.

When we got to the beach, we took nearly the same route that Ann
and I had taken the night before.  We reached a point where the
campfires were just small lights behind us, and waded in the
water.  He slowed to a stop, wrapped his arms around me from
behind, and whispered in my ear.

"You're the most incredible girl I've ever met," he said.

Yeah, yeah, I thought, let's just get this over with.

"I haven't thought about anything but you for two days," he
continued.  He squeezed me tighter around the waist.  You're not
really mad at me because I came to your room, are you?"

I wanted to tell him to just fuck me, but his question gave me an
opening.  "Timmy," as said as sweetly as I could, "I'm not mad. 
But I'll get in trouble if you do it again."

"Is one of the guys you're staying with your boyfriend?" he
asked.

The naivet of his question floored me.  "No, I told you, I don't
have a boyfriend.  But one of the guys is sort of taking care of
me, and he doesn't like it."

"Well, he's not here now," said Timmy.  He slid he hands up to my
tits.  "I'm glad he let you go out."  He slipped his hands under
my top and squeezed my tits again.

As I've already mentioned, maybe more often than I needed to,
I've always loved a man's touch.  Timmy, probably by accident,
had done what he needed to do to loosen me up.  He was holding me
very close, his hands were strong, his chest was pressed against
my back, and it made me want to whisper, rather than scream, that
he could fuck me.  He pulled off my top, squeezed me some more,
took my hand, and led me away from the water to dry sand.  The
difference between holding hands as I was led, rather than being
led by the arm or on a leash, struck me immediately.  I became a
girl, not eager, but perhaps willing, to let a boy lead me.  I
had to curse Timmy for being sweet and at the same time had to
follow because he made me want to.

When we stopped, Timmy unbuttoned my shorts, which fell to the
ground because they were so large, then kissed me.  No one but
Ann had kissed me in months, and it was almost a new experience.
Timmy didn't kiss like a girl, or at least like the girl I knew,
but he didn't kiss like a man, either.  He was a cross between a
girl and a man.  There was plenty that was soft and girlish, but
there was also much that was distinctively boyish.  He was sweet,
and for the first time since we set out, I responded in kind.  I
may have known that I'd never have a boyfriend, but for the
moment I had forgotten.  Timmy was trying to persuade me it was
nice to have a boyfriend my age, and he was succeeding.  When he
put his arms around me and pulled me to him, I put my arms around
his neck, just firmly enough for him to feel it.  He pushed
himself against me enough for me to feel the erection in his
shorts.

From there it was all the romantic mush you would expect.  When I
got his dick in my mouth, I could stroke him with my hand as well
as my lips, and he was as appreciative, and responsive, as a boy
could be.  He had me sit on top of him when we fucked, burying
himself inside me so deeply that I wanted to cry, moan, scream,
sigh, run away, and beg for more all at the same time.  I rotated
my hips to get more of him inside me, pushed up when it was too
much, then again wiggled down.  I had fucked myself the same way
on a man, many times, but this was the first time I had done it
this way since arriving at the motel.  There was no dick I
enjoyed more the entire week.

When we returned to room 213, the balcony was still thick with
partiers.  Timmy tried to kiss me goodnight, but I pushed him
away.  "Remember," I said, "you promised not to come down here
again.  That's why I went out with you."

"I remember," said Timmy in a low, grudging tone.  I waited for
him to leave, but he just stood there in front of.

"You have to leave, now," I finally stammered.

"I'll just wait until you get inside," he said.

I tried the door, but it was locked.  I knocked, and when no one
answered, I panicked.

"Maybe you should come to my room," he said.  "You can't stand
around here all night."

"No," I said as he tried to lead me away.  I knocked again.  It
was a very long ten seconds before Ann opened the door.  "Thanks,
Timmy," I said quickly, and just as quickly disappeared behind
the door.

The room was dark and quiet.  "Where are the men?" I asked.

"They went out a little after you left with your boyfriend," said
Ann.

"He's not my boyfriend," I said, "and I'm glad the men aren't
here.  I'm a little worn out."

"I'm sure they'll be here tomorrow, but maybe not in the
morning," Ann replied.  "So how did it go?"

"With Timmy, you mean?  What you'd expect."

"You were gone too long for just a walk," said Ann.

"Well naturally," I said in a sarcastic tone.  "You don't think
he came here just to walk me around, do you?"

"No," said Ann, "I was pretty sure he didn't."

"I'm going to take a quick shower."  After showering, I joined
Ann on the floor.

"Gawd, Ann, sometimes I can't believe it."

"Believe what?" she asked.

"What a boy can do to me," I said.  "I didn't want to do anything
with Timmy, but I ended up doing everything, and he made me like
it."

"Boys have been doing that to girls for a while, now," said Ann.
"Besides, you said he was cute."

"He is," I groaned, "and he's all the other nice stuff you can
say about him.  Shit," I mumbled, "I'm such a slut.  Why am I so
damned slutty?"

"Might as well ask why there are men and women," Ann replied.

2013, by Cheryl Allen Tessler.  Other works by the author can be
found at <a
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