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   Ellen (Mm, mm, fdom, humil)

   by Lizard69



   The movie was a Sunday afternoon special so it was still light as we
neared the wayside at the edge of town.  Pam's mom seemed to tense up when
I said, "I have something for you.", but she hit the signal and pulled into
a parking space.  Ellen had been doing this for a while now, driving me
home after doing "research" or working on "class projects" with Pam or
Pam's friend Cheryl.  Maybe someday she'd get used to making these stops
and it would be easier for both of us.  I wouldn't bet my lunch money on
it, and wasn't even sure I wanted it to be easy.

   I was such a horny young nerd you could say I took crazy chances.  I'd
say I was fuckin' nuts.  If I hadn't lucked onto Pam and Cheryl I'd have
destroyed my health and reputation without getting a tenth of the sex they
set me up with.  We did make one slip near the beginning that put Ellen "in
the loop".  After getting me so hot I wasn't going to say no to anything,
they snapped a Polaroid photo of me giving my ass to a pedo named Fred.  It
was an instant problem.  The girls wanted to show my "spread for Fred"
photo to other people who might like to do me.  I didn't have a problem
with that.  The problem was none of us had a safe place to keep it.  Pam
thought she did, and discovered that a smart mother sometimes goes through
her daughters purse.  I found out about it when I ran into Pam while we
were registering for our first year of high school.

   "You have to come over to the car right now.  My mom won't tell me what
it's about but she wants to talk to you real bad."

   I won't say her mom was actually hostile but the way she said "get in"
gave me the impression that arguing would be a really bad idea.  She told
Pam to register and that we'd be back in an hour, two at the most.

   "Pam said you wanted to talk to me?"

   "Not exactly.  There are some questions I need to ask you but I'm not
looking forward to it.  I also don't want to get into it while I'm driving
or out in public.  We'll be at my place in a few minutes."

   Soon enough I was sitting at her kitchen table, beginning to get an idea
what it was all about.

   "Pam has always been a pretty good kid.  For the most part I've tried to
support and guide her without smothering her.  Now that she's into her
teens I try to respect her privacy as much as possible.  Still, the bottom
line is that I'm the parent here and sometimes my obligation to know what
she's doing is more important than her expectations of privacy.  While
going through her purse I found a couple of photo's of you.  One is a
yearbook style thing and the other is...  well...  disturbing."

   "Oh."

   "Oh, is right.  To put it in clinical terms it's an image of an unknown
adult male using his penis to anally penetrate you.  You appear to be
sexually aroused and...  receptive.  Regardless, he's an adult, you are
not. That makes it a criminal act and the picture itself child pornography.
Under the law I have to turn that photo over to the police and cooperate in
their efforts to track down and question the parties involved.  The problem
is that because I found it in my daughters purse she is "involved".  I'm
not comfortable with some detective interrogating her about her social
life. I have no authority to interrogate you and might even be committing a
crime by doing so.  I'm going to ask some questions anyway.  If I can
satisfy myself that nothing dangerous is going on this doesn't have to go
any further."

   "What do you want to know?"

   "How did Pam get that picture?"

   "I gave it to her."

   "Why on earth would you do something like that?"

   "She asked me to."

   "Why?"

   "Pam and Cheryl knew some people they wanted to show it to."

   "OK, If I understand what you're saying, you gave the photo to Pam so
that she and Cheryl could show some people what he did to you.  The only
possible reason I can think of for doing that is to see if they might like
to do something similar.  I can understand a teenage boy looking for sex. I
guess I can even understand Pam wanting to help.  I know Cheryl has some
issues and this isn't the first time I'm not exactly thrilled they're close
friends.  How did Pam know you do this stuff?"

   "She accidentally walked in on us.  At first she started to get crazy
but after she found out they weren't forcing me, she asked us to let her
watch."

   For a long couple of minutes Pam's mom sat there with her elbows on the
table and her face in her hands.

   "Us?  They?"

   "Uh, me and two men."

   "Oh...  My...  Lord!  She walks in on two pedophiles doing a teenage boy
and *MY* daughter has the brass to ask if she can watch!  Wait a minute. 
Perverts don't do this shit out on the sidewalk.  They were someplace they
thought was private.  Pam doesn't just walk in on strangers.  If she
thought it was OK to be there she had to know one of them, and she knew you
from school.  It's still hard to imagine her having the nerve to ask
something like that, much less you guys saying yes.  Telling her best
friend about it almost seems natural.  I can just see them getting together
to help a gay friend hook up."

   "I'm not gay."

   "Now I'm confused.  If you're not gay, why are you letting men have sex
with you?"

   "It's hard to explain.  I'm so horny most of the time I can hardly
think. I don't want to do it with guys but I don't know any girls who will
do it with me.  The closest I've come so far is having Pam and Cheryl
watch. Doing stuff with a guy isn't what I want but it's better than doing
it alone.  If Pam or Cheryl is asking me to do stuff it's sort of like I'm
doing it for them even if I'm doing it with some pervert.  If they're
watching, sometimes even touching me while he does it, they're part of
what's happening.  It's almost like I'm doing it with them too."

   She started to say something, then got up and took a beer out of the
fridge.  After a couple of swallows she stared past me for a minute, like
she was looking through the kitchen wall at something far away.

   "Johnny, back when I started college I wanted to be a social worker. 
For a lot of reasons it didn't work out.  More than once over the years
I've wondered what I missed.  This is the first time I've ever been glad my
life took a different direction.  You've been really...candid, so I'm going
to try to be the same with you.  In spite of what the law says I'm not
exactly shocked to find out a fourteen year old boy is sexually active.  It
bothers me that you're letting men use you for sex but I don't see any way
to stop it short of locking you up."

   She laughed suddenly enough to choke on her beer.

   "There's an old joke about a woman making up her teenage sons bed and
finding an S&M type skin mag under the mattress.  She hands it to her
husband when he gets home from work and asks him what they should do.  He
spends a few minutes flipping through pages of naked men being whipped and
tortured by women in skimpy leather outfits and slowly says, "Spanking him
probably isn't going to help." If half the things you hear about jail are
true, locking you up to keep men from raping you wouldn't work very well.

   "Pam is still a virgin as far as I know.  I don't expect that to last
much longer, but I want it to be her choice.  I'm really not comfortable
with her being around the sort of men who would enjoy using you.  I do have
to admit she's probably as safe there as she is anywhere.  With what she
can do to your reputation, you're in no position to rape her and I honestly
believe she'd be safe from you anyway.  As long as the others can do as
they please with you I don't see them becoming a problem for her.  Even if
the cops come busting in it isn't likely that the girls would be charged
with anything."

   "So you're saying it's OK?"

   "NO!  It's NOT OK!  What I'm saying is that as long as everything stays
discrete and consensual I won't have to officially "notice" what you kids
are doing.  It's terrible that you have a sex drive so relentless you're
actually seeking out the sort of people we try so hard to keep away from
kids.  I'm appalled that my own daughter would take advantage of your
problem to the point of having you allow her to witness and even help
instigate some of the abuse.  I'm also ashamed of myself, and not just
because I can't think of a single thing that would fix the problem.  I did
more than, 'find', that disturbing photo.  I practically have it memorized.
I want to believe that if I was there, I would have done something to stop
him from doing that to you.  At the same time I have to admit that some
twisted little part of me is glad I wasn't there."

   I didn't work up the nerve to ask a favor until she was giving me a lift
back to school.  Most of her attention was on traffic while I was looking
out the window as she drove.

   "Ma'am?  About the picture.  Pam and Cheryl had it all summer.  They
should be done with it by now and ready to give it back.  I was going to
destroy it because I don't have any safe place to keep it.  Would you keep
it for me?  In case I want to show it to somebody later?"

   "Ellen."

   "What?"

   "My name is Ellen.  If you want me to save things for you, things like
that picture, I think it's OK to use my first name."

   "Thanks Ellen!"

   When we got back to the school Pam introduced us to a couple of jocks
and their girlfriends.  They'd invited Pam and I to an "end of summer"
party on Saturday, at a cottage out in the country.  Besides clearing it
with her mom, we'd need a ride back.  They were going a different direction
when the party was over.  Ellen agreed to pick us up and wrote down
directions on how to get there.  The other couples went their way and Pam
left with her mom.  While I was standing there waiting for my own mom to
pick me up, the odd look Ellen gave me when she heard the invitation
included Cheryl finally sank in.  Don't ask me how I managed to get my
blushing under control before my mom got there.  For cryin' out loud, my
girlfriend's MOTHER guessed what sort of, "party", this was going to be
while the "entertainment" was still waiting to catch a clue!  Pam called me
later that afternoon.

   "I'm sorry mom found the photo.  I should never have left it there.  I
*know* she goes through my purse but it's so rare for her to make an issue
of anything she finds that I tend to forget it.  If I'd stopped to think
I'd have known this would be too big to pass.  Maybe I sort of wanted her
to find it.  I like showing it to perverts but it's not the kind of thing I
could just dig out and hand to my mom.  She told me about you asking her to
hold it for safekeeping.  I'm glad you did.  Mom was afraid you would hate
her because of the questions she had to ask.  She had to know what was
going on, but feels really bad about making you tell.  You told me before
that the embarrassment is a big part of the thrill.  Will having her know
about it be an extra thrill for you this Saturday?  I can't imagine what it
will be like for you when she comes to pick us up!  Do you want me to call
it off?  If you decide to back out, the earlier the better."

   "I can't really talk about it right now.  Yes, I still want to go.  See
you Saturday?"

   "Yeah, Cheryl will ride with the other couple.  I'll be with the ones
picking you up.  See ya on Saturday a little after noon.  Bye."

   They picked me up right on time.  The "cottage" turned out to be an
abandoned farm house.  Alice was a tall thin redhead who seemed to have a
bigger case of the hots for a cute little honey blond named Darlene than
either of them had for their boyfriends.  Bob and Scott were typical high
school jocks.  Their girlfriends would have pitched a fit if they caught
them with another girl but weren't worried about them doing me.  All of
them were a couple of years older than us and went to school in a town
fifty miles away.  If they hadn't been visiting distant relatives in the
area when it was time to register for classes they wouldn't have been
anywhere near our school.

   I didn't know it at the time but Pam had told the girls how I might cum,
"hands free", if they could get me horny enough while the guys were fucking
me.  Most girls like to cock tease, some more, some less.  When they hear
that it's possible for a boy to cum while his cock is waving around with
nothing touching it, they want to see it.  What they have to put me through
to make it happen doesn't mean much to most of them.  If they have to cock
tease a straight boy, until he's so horny and frustrated he'll cum while
being fucked by other boys, they don't just get busy, they get creative.

   Watching me pop my cork might have been the high point for them.  It
wasn't the end.  By the time things got that far the girls were on a roll.
Pam and Cheryl were used to the idea of a boy being a slut.  They must have
spent the whole summer working on a "wish list" for when I got back to
town.

   While nobody actually forced me to do anything, the final round was so
nasty it took *extreme* persuasion.  Cheryl started lightly rubbing up
against me dressed in a smile and a couple scraps of lace.  Pam reached
around me from behind to wrap her fingers around my aching cock.  She
wasn't doing me any favors, far from it!  She wanted to make sure Cheryl
didn't accidentally get me off too soon.

   "Johnny?  Remember the first time, when I walked in on you, how you let
me watch both of them do you at once?  The other girls would really like to
see that.  I couldn't promise that you'd do it for them, but I promised
them I'd ask.  Only this time, I want to do more than watch.  I want to
reach under you when they bend you over so I can feel your hardon sliding
through my fingers as they pull you off of one cock and onto the other."

   Sure I could have said no.  Then for an encore I could flap my arms and
fly to the moon.  Pam kept such a light touch I didn't cum until the guys
had filled my mouth and ass one more time.  Just as she finally let me
squirt, Cheryl pulled out her Polaroid and took a "trophy" shot.  While
they were packing up and driving away Pam had a few private minutes with
me.

   "The hottest part for me is looking into your eyes while you're licking
your own spunk off my fingers.  I soak my panties every time you do that. I
wish mom could see you like this.  Your cute little ass has been fucked
until the lube and dick juice is seeping out and running down your legs!"

   "Uh, Pam?  I don't know what I'm going to do when she gets here.  There
is no way I can pretend nothing happened!"

   "Do you want her to know everything?"

   "My God!  You can't tell her!  I'd DIE.  I'm not kidding!"

   "Bullshit!  Nobody has ever died from embarrassment.  You're not
answering the question.  Do you want my mom to know the details of this
party?"

   "Please...You promised you wouldn't tell."

   "Johnny, I promised *I* wouldn't tell.  I didn't, I couldn't, promise
that nobody would ever find out."

   The cars were pulling out when Cheryl stepped inside.

   "Cheryl?  Please give Johnny the photo you took.  Johnny?  The photo is
yours.  You can do whatever you want with it.  I would like for you to ask
mom to hold it along with the other one.  I'd like to make the trophy photo
a regular thing if you will keep on asking mom to hold them for you. 
They're your photo's and what happens to them is completely up to you.  I'm
just telling you what I would like.  I'm also asking you not to get mad at
me.  I, uh, forgot to bring my purse this afternoon, on purpose.  How much
do you want to bet she looked at that other photo at least once while you
were out here?

   "My mom knows we're doing stuff.  In a little while she'll be here to
pick us up.  I'm going to ask you to tell her how you let us girls watch
you prove that you're a horny little slut.  I don't expect graphic porn
details.  I do want her to understand that *you* came here to party. 
Nobody forced you.  If you decide that you really can't do this, we just
leave.  Maybe we play again someday but I wouldn't bet on it.  It isn't
safe to play this way if you *can't* tell.  Sooner or later some sicko will
use that to blackmail you.  It might be kind of fun to watch him try to
come up with something you wouldn't do willingly, but there's no way to be
sure it would stop with you.  The kind of person who would do that would
also use you to hook other people.  You have to prove to us that you *can*
tell, and will if anybody tries to push you the wrong way."

   The crunch of car tires on gravel pulled the girls outside and gave me a
chance to get dressed.  The thought of what was coming made my dick shrink
down to an acorn as I reached for my clothes.  She was asking too much. 
There's no way I could do this.  Then I thought of losing what I had with
Pam and decided that I didn't have a choice.  There was no going back even
if the road ahead looked pretty rough.  Somehow I managed to zombie my way
out to where they were standing by the car.  Pam's voice seemed to come
from far away while I stood there in front of her mom.

   "Johnny?  Would you like to tell mom about the party?"

   "I...I can't believe I'm telling you this.  Try not to get upset, OK? 
The girls...wanted to watch.  I had sex with the boys...in front of
everybody.  I made them cum with my mouth and with my...  my ass.  The
girls asked me to do some other things, and they did some things too, so
the guys would want to do it again, and again, all afternoon.  *All*
afternoon.  I...  I liked it.  It was...  exciting, to be a slut for them.
Having you know what happened is...  so...  so..., I don't know how to say
it.  Cheryl took a photo.  Would you keep it safe for me?"

   From the way her jaw dropped she was completely floored that I could
stand in front of her and say something like that.  Believe me, I know
exactly how she felt.  I would have bet her eyes couldn't get any wider,
until she looked at the photo I handed her.  She stared at it, started to
blush, and kept on staring and blushing until the girls began to fidget. 
Her hoarse whisper was so faint I thought it was my imagination at first,
she had to repeat the question.

   "Is this true?  Pam isn't making you say this?"

   "Pam asked me to tell you, but it *is* true."

   "You want me to keep this picture for you?  You want to be able to show
this to people?"

   I thought by then I was past blushing, that I simply couldn't get any
more embarrassed.  I was wrong.  One of the girls smothered a giggle and I
realized the hardon that wilted when they went out to meet Ellen was back.
When her eyes dipped, and didn't come back up, I quit worrying about my
burning cheeks.  My dick was trying to burst my fly.  I was so hard it
HURT!

   "Please don't make me try to explain, not right now.  Did you bring
Pam's purse?"

   Honestly, all I was thinking was that I could get the other photo and
give her both of them.  Ellen stopped blushing.  She went white as a sheet,
dropped the photo and mumbled something about us getting into the car.

   It was a quiet ride into town.  I sat in the back with Pam.  Her purse
was in the car and the other sex photo was in it.  She nodded when I put it
in my shirt pocket with the one I'd picked up but didn't say anything.  I
stayed in back after we dropped Cheryl and Pam, then started towards my
house.  At the edge of town Ellen pulled into a wayside, parked the car,
and started crying.  I had no idea what to do.  When I reached over the
seat and touched her back she flinched like I hit her and cried even
louder. Eventually it tapered off a little and she started talking through
the sobs.

   "I am so, so, sorry.  That party should never have happened.  I kept
telling myself I didn't really *know* anything was going on.  Even if
something was happening I had to protect my daughters reputation.  I would
come out at five and everything would be normal.  Then I saw Pam's purse
sitting on the counter and that photo was in it, and before I even thought
about it I took it out.  I told you I looked at that picture.  I'm ashamed
of how much time I've spent looking at that picture.  I was thinking how
incredibly hot it would be if you were a few years older.  No, that's not
true.  I was thinking how incredibly hot you looked in the photo, when it
dawned on me that you might be doing exactly what I was looking at.  I got
so embarrassed I shoved the photo back in Pam's purse but for the rest of
the afternoon I couldn't stop thinking about it.

   "Then when I got there you were telling me what they did to you and
handing me a photo that was...  shocking.  It was like my mind couldn't
deal with the whole picture at once and I was getting hammered by one piece
after another.  It was a photo of you, bent over naked in front of another,
older, boy.  You're reaching around him grabbing his ass with both hands,
pulling him into your mouth.  A second boy is gripping your hips while
having anal sex with you.  A girl who is unmistakably Pam even without her
face in the frame is molesting you.  She still has the fingers of one hand
around your penis while the other is cupping a palm full of sperm.  I'm
staring at that handful of spunk, wondering how I will ever get this image
out of my mind, when I remember you telling me that *this* is as close as
you've been to having sex with a girl.

   "What they were doing to you was so sick, looking at a picture of it
made me want to scrub my eyes.  The worst part though was that I
couldn't... stop...  looking!  Adults who get their thrills from sexually
abusing children are the lowest scum on the face of the earth.  A woman
fascinated by a picture of a nice boy being abused has to rank about second
from the bottom, just above the people actually doing it.  All of you were
standing around watching me stare at that terrible picture.  Finally one of
the girls giggled and broke the spell.  I was so relieved my knees went
weak until I saw what caused her reaction.  You're standing in front of me
blushing like crazy with this really obvious bulge in your jeans.  Then you
asked about Pam's purse and I remembered what *I* was doing while they were
raping you."

   "Do you really think I'm nice?  You're not just saying that?"

   "Yes.  You have this huge problem, but under it all I think you're
really a nice boy."

   I pulled the photos out of my pocket and passed them to her.  "Look at
these."

   "I can't!"

   "Please?  This is much harder for me than doing things in front of Pam
or Cheryl but I need to talk to somebody.  Someone who doesn't think I'm a
freak and isn't trying to get my pants off.  Won't you even try to help?"

   "I guess so.  OK."



   "You see the first picture?  I went there after three days without any
kind of sex, not even jacking off.  I almost came while Cheryl greased my
ass and opened me up for him.  The girls asked me to suck him off so that
he wouldn't cum too fast when he started fucking me.  Then I had to get him
hot enough that he wouldn't take too long and hurt me.  By the time the
picture was taken, I was sooo ready I would have got in a fight with anyone
trying to save me from the pervert.  Do you really think I looked hot?"

   "Uh, yeah.  The situation is perverse but in the picture you look so hot
it almost hurts."

   "Ellen, a couple minutes after the snapshot I came so hard some of it
hit my face.  Fred kept on going until he came in my ass, and later we, uh,
we did it again.  He didn't stop raping me until nothing the girls could do
would get him hard again."

   "He raped you?"

   "Sort of, I guess, it's not like he beat me or tied me up or anything. I
mean, when Pam asked me to talk to Cheryl it wasn't any secret what she
wanted me to talk about.  When Cheryl offered to set something up, letting
them both watch was part of the deal.  We didn't go over to Fred's place
for bible study.  By the time Cheryl had my pants off and her fingers in my
ass, getting me nice and loose and slippery, I was eager to be a slut. 
That, uh, wasn't enough for Fred."

   "My God!  What did he want!?"

   "I had to..., be a girl for him.  You know, like a flat chested little
girl too young to take a grown mans cock in her pussy.  I didn't want to,
but I couldn't *not* do it either.  They all stood there looking at me
funny.  Like none of them really believed I could do it, but they wanted to
see me try.  At first I was just pretending, sort of putting on a show for
Pam and Cheryl.  After a while though it's like I really *was* a girl for
him, a nasty little girl who plays with perverts.  The worst part is they
were all watching and there was no way to hide that I...  uh...  I liked
it. I never really wanted to do it with a guy before.  Now it's different.
I still want to do it with a girl.  Being a slut for some pervert is a lot
better than jacking off, but not what I really want.  What I did with Fred
is...  well.  Look, I'm not gay.  No gay boy would get as hot as I do
thinking about girls, but when I think of some straight man using me in
place of a girl I get hot enough that it scares me."

   "Oh."

   "Yeah.  Oh."

   "Now look at the second picture.  That was the last time they had me
today, less than twenty minutes before you got there.  You must have been
on the way to pick us up when it was taken.  This picture isn't hot?"

   "Oh My God, No!  It's sick!  I can't believe you want me to see it!"

   "I don't want you to see it.  Cripes!, you're my girlfriends *mother*!"

   "Then why are you asking me to look?"

   "I already told you.  I need somebody I can talk to who won't go to the
police or try to do me.  This isn't the kind of thing where I can just walk
up and ask if you have time to talk.  After I've been "caught", after you
already *know* what I did, I can talk to you about it.  Having you look at
a picture isn't as bad as being caught in the act.  I...  I can show you a
picture.  If you walked in while I was actually doing it I'd be too
embarrassed to talk about it.  You're this nice normal housewife with a
slightly kinky daughter who has some really twisted friends.  Will you
listen if I need somebody to talk to?  Will you keep the photo's I can't
take home, until I decide what to do with them?"

   "I don't know.  If I have them I'm going to look at them.  I still can't
understand how you can let me to see you like that."

   "I don't really understand it either.  Before the party, all I could
think about was what it would be like when you picked us up.  How would it
feel riding home with us all pretending I didn't do anything, and you
knowing I did...something, and that I did it in front of the girls?  After
we started doing stuff I tried to imagine what it would be like if you
knew, not watching it like the girls but no secrets.  It was scary and kind
of sick all mixed together.  At the same time it was exciting.  Every time
I thought about it was a little like getting caught in the act, but nothing
like actually having you walk in on us.

   "Look, Uh, this is really twisted but...  I was standing with my hands
braced on the sides of a doorway so the girls could see all of me while I
bent over and let the boys fuck me.  Both guys were behind me so I don't
know for sure who it was, but he was doing it really hard.  Watching the
girls watch us made me so stiff I was almost afraid to look.  Clear stuff
was leaking out and the way it was bobbing tossed threads of it on the
floor in front of me.  I wanted to touch it.  I needed to cum sooo bad. 
But the way I was spread and bent over, if I took a hand off the door frame
I would have gone nose first into the floor.  The thing is...well...it
*should* have hurt for him to do it that rough.  Instead it's like I wanted
to cum so bad, it didn't matter that I was naked in front of a bunch of
girls, or even the way they were giggling over how hard he was doing it.  I
was so horny I couldn't think.  All this stuff was swirling around inside
my head and I remembered you in the car at school, making notes about where
to pick us up.  *That* pushed me over the edge and I came.  Without even
touching myself and all the girls were watching.  Pretty sick for a "nice
boy" huh?"

   "I...  don't know what to say.  I need to think about this."

   "Yeah, me too."

   She got a tissue out of her purse and after a short pause tucked the
pictures into a zippered compartment.  It didn't take too long for her to
pull herself together and finish driving me home.  We didn't discuss it any
further.  When I got out of the car though, she had both photos.

   There were other pictures after that.  Some I gave her at the wayside
while she was giving me a ride home from the "session" where they were
taken.  Others Pam held for me until I could give them to Ellen.  Either
way was, well, embarrassing is too weak a word to describe it.

   Easiest was letting her "find" them in Pam's purse.  We did this several
times before Pam told me her mom had decided she needed to talk to me.  I
offered to help with her homework if her mom didn't throw me out when she
was done.  The visit started with Pam in her room doing stuff for classes
we didn't share while her mom and me sat at the kitchen table.  Ellen
pulled the photo out of Pam's purse and dropped it in front of me.

   "Is there anything you want to tell me about this?"

   I thought it was pretty hot.  Me kneeling naked in front of a man.  You
could only see him from the waist down but he was definitely a man, not a
boy.  Maybe in his early thirties but still fit with well muscled legs and
thighs, he also had a very nice erection.  It wasn't as hard as the teenage
spike I had pointing towards the ceiling.  On the other hand it was a
couple inches longer, half again as thick, and still slick from having been
in my mouth.  I wasn't actually sucking him, Cheryl had caught me playing
with his balls while swirling my tongue around the head of his dick.  I
guessed what bothered Ellen was that his cock, and the rest of the skin he
had showing, was a deep chocolate brown.

   "My first black guy.  I was his first slut boy too.  He was so hot for
Cheryl he let her talk him into trying something "different".  I was naked,
face down on the bed.  She had to talk dirty and tease him a little at
first but once he was in me and felt me totally give it up to him he really
got into it.  Cheryl told me to wrap my fingers around my cock and fuck my
fist.  Not jerk off, fuck my fist.  He loved feeling his cock sliding in
and out as I held my hand still and humped my cock into it.  Getting him
hard for seconds was no problem.  The third round wouldn't have happened if
I was there alone.  Cheryl did a slow strip that would have got one more
rise out of a dead man."

   "Johnny?  I have to snoop through Pam's purse.  I don't like invading
her privacy.  I'm sorry I found that first photo.  I'm sorry I made you
tell me what was going on.  If listening when you need to talk can make up
for that, I guess I can do that for you.  But please, PLEASE, don't leave
this kind of photo in her purse.  If it fell out at the wrong time it could
cause all sorts of problems."

   "I'm not mad at you for snooping.  I'm not upset about getting caught,
at least not the way you think.  I asked you to keep the pictures for me
because I don't have any safe place to keep them.  If I'm too embarrassed
to hand you a photo of me licking dark meat, how can I ask Pam to give it
to you?"

   "Well, put it in an envelope, or fold a sheet of paper around it.  I'll
leave it wrapped up until you're ready to talk about it.  I don't see why
this one was a problem for you.  You let a cute girl watch you have sex
with some guy.  That's not good, but why should color matter?  The whole
situation is a problem, why fret over details?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "Hmmm, most kids have a pretty gruesome imagination.  Try to imagine
this.  You've discovered a way to have these super intense orgasms. 
Something so wild that the greatest pleasure you've ever felt is just a
sneeze by comparison.  OK?  Now imagine that the only way to get this
pleasure is to slam a couple of bricks together...  with your penis between
them."

   "Ouch!!!"

   "Yeah, what you said.  Now imagine that after you cum, your penis feels
exactly the way you would expect it to feel if you slammed it between a
pair of bricks.  It swells up, turns purple, and you cry like a baby any
time you have to pee.  For the next couple of weeks you don't even think
about playing with yourself.  The first time you have an erection after the
slam it hurts so bad you scream and pass out.  A couple of weeks later, a
full month after the slam, you finally manage to get yourself off.  That's
when you discover the worst part of it.  The best orgasm you can have is
such a tiny blip compared to the experience you're recovering from, that
you start thinking about "bricking" yourself again."

   "Wow!, you should write horror movies!"

   "I'm just trying to illustrate a point.  What would you think if a kid
came to you wanting to talk about this situation, and you found out he was
concerned about the color of the bricks?"

   "Uh."

   "How about a girl who finds out what's happening, and offers to help him
look for bricks, if he'll let her watch him use them?  How about a parade
of perverts who don't care if the boy completely destroys his penis as long
as they can get their own kicks while he's doing it?  What would you think
of the girls mother finding out, and instead of doing something to help,
she looks at photos of him getting bricked and masturbates?"

   "Ellen?"

   "What?"



   "Do you really do that?  Masturbate while you look at my pictures?"

   "I CAN'T HELP IT!!  It's sick and nasty and I should be ashamed of
myself.  I *am* ashamed of myself.  I know before I even reach for the
envelope that if I look at them I'm going to masturbate.  I know that when
I finish I'll feel dirty and sick and perverted, like I'm one of the people
who are using you for sex.  It's like you're trusting me to help you and
I'm raping you instead."

   "You are helping me.  OK, maybe not the way you want to, but which is
better, to give someone the help they ask for, or the help you think they
need?  For the rest of it, you know how I am about sex.  How could I get
upset about something you do in private when I'm not even around?  In a way
it's sort of neat.  I mean you're old enough you could buy porn if you
wanted, but you're looking at pictures of me instead."

   "It's still sick, but that's not important.  What matters is that the
things you're doing are really dangerous.  Sooner or later one of those
creeps is going to seriously hurt you.  I don't think the police would try
to drag me into it but even if I didn't get charged with anything I'd feel
awful for not doing more to prevent it."

   "Cheryl is teaching me, and Pam is helping.  They decided that if I'm
horny enough to do anything with anybody, I needed someone to screen my
dates.  Soon as the list gets long enough I can start to get choosy.  I
don't know if Pam told you that we, uh..."

   "That she's not a virgin anymore?

   "Yeah.  She gets a bigger kick out of watching me with someone else but
if I was about to do something really stupid just to have sex I think she'd
help me get off."

   "I'm not happy about that either, but it's her body and I suppose girls
have done worse for sillier reasons."

   We left it at that and I spent some time helping Pam with her homework
before jogging back to school so I wouldn't miss the late bus.  Things went
along fairly steady until Thanksgiving.  My mom dropped me at Pam's house
the day after the big feast so I could go Christmas shopping.  Instead I
spent most of the afternoon in the car talking to Ellen while Pam shopped.
In the photo I handed her, I was so cum smeared I looked glazed, like a
bunch of perverts had cum on me instead of in me.  I wish I had a picture
of the look she gave me when I told her all of the spunk was mine.  She
didn't say anything, just sat there and let me tell her what happened.

   "We're off from school for the entire week and Cheryl offered to set me
up with something special Monday if I could keep it in my pants through the
weekend.  The girl she introduced me to was the older sister of a friend, a
second year college student.  She isn't exceptionally hot but she's twenty
years old and that's a mature woman to a teenage horndog like me.

   "Chris was looking for a guy to help doing product demo's.  What made it
so hard for her to find somebody is that her business is throwing adult toy
parties.  There's no shortage of guys who would let her try out her entire
inventory...  one on one.  Her parties are anywhere from six to a couple
dozen women, with ages from twenty-something up to late forties.  She tried
booking a male stripper and had good results but thought she could boost
sales even higher with a more, 'hands on', approach.  What she needed to
know was if I could take my clothes off and let her molest me in front of a
room full of women.

   "Well you know me.  I was like, and?  But that was all Chris wanted.  If
I thought I could do it, we could do a trial run right then.  There was a
small group of housewives in her neighborhood that got together this time
every day for coffee.  They wouldn't be buying anything but were willing to
help her advertise and work on her sales technique.

   "I can't tell you where the house is.  We didn't drive for more than ten
minutes but she put a blindfold on me after we got in the car.  We could
have been going in circles.  Chris explained that these parties were a
"just us girls" sort of thing.  The ladies would be a lot more comfortable
if there was no chance of an embarrassing encounter at some later time. 
She went in first for a few minutes to set things up then led me in from
the car.  I smelled coffee, heard chairs shifting and cups on saucers, then
everything went quiet until one of them said, 'My god, he's just a boy!'.

   "Chris explained that I was older than I look, and that she had a chance
to check my ID, but for obvious reasons she wasn't going to pass it around.
All of it was technically true but she didn't tell them that she had never
actually seen the ID or asked me how old I was.  She also explained that
while I was going to get part of the sales and have a tip jar besides, I
wasn't being blackmailed or bribed.  I was free to leave at any time.  The
blindfold was to make *them* more comfortable.

   "Chris has been doing this for a while.  She was pretty good at breaking
the ice.  It started with things like sex gift certificates to give your
mate and flavored lip gloss.  I was sitting on the edge of the table and
letting the ladies pop another button on my shirt each time they tried out
the lip gloss.  Before long they were comparing lubricants by licking it
off my nipples.  I don't know whose fingers unzipped my fly and began
fumbling with my belt.  Somebody asked me to lift up a little.  I was a
little embarrassed that my briefs came off with my jeans, but not too much.
The blindfold gave me something to hide behind even when that's all I had
left.  Then one of the ladies flipping through the gift certificates asked,
'what's a prostate massage'?

   "Someone else snickered and said.  'It's the reason I have to get a new
vibrator.  Even if I could get my husband to give mine back, I'm not sure
I'd want it anymore'.

   "Chris showed them how to find the, 'guy spot', and even asked me to let
a couple of them practice.  Well, after that it was pretty much anything
goes.  They had me lay down on my back and pull my knees up and apart. 
They used every toy in her collection to make me cum and cum and cum.  When
I thought I was finished, and couldn't possibly get stiff again, Chris
pulled out this electronic thing.  She said it was designed for disabled
people, spinal cases.  It acted directly on the nerves and could even give
an erection to somebody who had no sensation below the waist.  She used it
to make me cum when there was nothing left to squirt.  I'm beginning to
think it maybe felt *too* good.

   "That was Monday.  It's Friday now and I still haven't done anything.  I
don't know how I'm going to make it through another night.  Tomorrow is the
opening day of hunting season.  Chris's porn party is in the afternoon. 
Mom is doing some shopping and I asked her to drop me at your house.  Chris
invited a dozen, 'venison widows', but says some won't show and others will
bring friends.  There could be fifteen or twenty women there watching and
taking turns doing stuff to me.  Part of me wants to pick a direction and
never stop running but I can't.  She's going to have that...  thing, there
tomorrow.  If I take off my clothes and let all those women do whatever
they want.  If I smile and pretend that they're not a bunch of perverts,
that it's really OK to let a room full of women molest and abuse me.  At
the very end of the party, when all I really want is to go home and forget
it ever happened, Chris will use that special thing to make me cum again."

   Somehow I made it through one more night.  I was worried that mom would
ask me why I was so jumpy on the way into town but she seemed to have other
things on her mind.  Chris picked me up at Ellen's and did the blindfold
thing again so I have no idea where the party took place.  Well..., doing
it in front of the larger crowd didn't make it that much more embarrassing,
but Chris sure tried.  They started out with the same teasing and tasting
as the first time.  Then somebody got the idea of hanging a beach towel
down the front of the couch and out onto the floor.  With my back braced
against the front of the couch, my ass was up at cushion level.  Chris was
beside me with one of my legs across her lap while the woman on the other
side kept changing.  I knew going in I would be putting on a show for them.
I could handle being naked.  Being stuck in this position was much worse.
Not only were my ass, cock, and balls completely exposed to anyone who
wanted to molest me, everyone had a clear view of what was happening and my
reactions.

   I thought I'd die when Chris started out using a slim little vibrating
butt plug on me and I came before it was in deep enough for the wide base
to touch my ass cheeks.  That was nothing compared to the way they laughed
at the end of the party, when she released the same plug above my ass and
that wide base was the only thing that kept it from dropping all the way
inside.  The worst part was that I didn't get to try that special toy
again. There was some sort of recall.  I guess it was reclassified as a
medical device, prescription only.

   It seemed like forever while it was happening, but even after collecting
my share of the sales and counting the tips it was less than three hours
before Chris dropped me back at Ellen's house.  I was so focused on
grabbing a hot shower so I wouldn't smell like a sperm bank when mom picked
me up, that I didn't notice her car was already there.  I was in the living
room and the door closed behind me before I saw Pam sitting on the couch
next to my mom, wearing the most miserable expression I've ever seen.

   "Man, You are sooo busted!"

   She was right.  That was the end of Ellen keeping secrets for me so it's
the end of this as well.  What my mom had to say is a different story.
   The End 
