Author: Lizard69 Title: How I met Cheryl Keywords: (Mm, fm, fdom, Mdom, humil, cfnm Summary: All men are perverts... to one degree or another. Teenage boys can be absolutely depraved, unless you're comparing them to teenage girls... This is a work of fiction. If you have trouble with the boundary between fact and fantasy, don't read it. If the story codes following the title freak you out, don't read it. If I mis-coded drop me a note through the author email link at ASSTR. Do not under any circumstances forward this file to anyone that hasn't specifically requested it. In case you haven't figured it out yet this is intended as *adult* entertainment. Do not allow it to be accessed by minors. If you have inadvertently downloaded it in a jurisdiction where such material isn't legal please delete it immediately. Do not re-post in whole or in part without this notice. Do not repost on any "for profit" site without my specific written permission. Copyright 2012 by Lizard69. How I met Cheryl (Mm, fm, fdom, Mdom, humil) By Lizard69 I have a secret. Maybe "had" is more accurate. Pam doesn't know everything about me, especially since we've grown up and gone our separate ways, but I have no secrets from her. She was my first girlfriend. I was a total geek and Pam's best feature was her long brown hair, hanging fine and straight all the way to her tight round ass. Otherwise she was "skinny little tomboy", plus overbite, plus glasses and a trace of acne. We made the perfect nerdy teen couple. Anyone seeing us together would have thought we were just chums. We didn't go around making cow eyes at each other or swapping lame poetry. We didn't even get that much time together outside of school. I lived out in the sticks while she was in town and neither of us would have a drivers license for at least two more years. If Pam hadn't practically tripped over us while her uncle was fucking me I doubt if we would ever have hooked up. We only shared one class and my "embarrassing moment" was after school on Friday so I had the whole weekend to figure out how I was going to deal with it. It didn't help. When she stopped at my desk on Monday I had no idea what to say. Somehow I managed to pretend she wasn't there, and did such a good job I didn't find the note in my jacket pocket until the next class. "We need to talk. Meet me at the tennis courts after school." I chickened out of course but she wouldn't let it drop. I was eating my lunch the next day while watching the gym class play softball, off by myself away from the crowd, when she sat down beside me. Leave it to a nerd to get cornered in an open field! "Please don't be mad at me. I'm not trying to pick on you and if you really want me to leave you alone I will, but there's something I have to tell you first. I can't stop thinking about you and my uncle. If I don't talk to somebody about it I'll go nuts but you and Phil are the only ones I can talk to without breaking my promise not to tell. Phil is a creep. He's been hitting on me since I was ten but I sort of have a truce with him. As long as he keeps taking no for an answer I won't tell what he's been asking. Talking about sex with him would be really, really, stupid." "Knowing what he's like I wouldn't have stopped to ask him for a ride, but the house he's working on is so close to school, and it's such a long walk. It didn't occur to me that I might be interrupting anything. I've seen magazines, but I haven't walked in on anyone before. I never even imagined guys doing each other. When you told me you were a slut, not a queer, I didn't know what you were talking about at first. I could understand a boy being horny enough to fuck anything or queers being horny for each other. Even the idea of a pervert who does kids, finding a kid who wants it isn't that strange. I guess that if a girl who'll let anybody fuck her is a slut then a boy who lets perverts fuck him is a slut too. It's just that when you hear the word *slut* nobody thinks *boy*." "You're going to think I'm the worlds worst pervert. Everybody knows that guys jack off. Most girls do too but nobody talks about it. Friday night I was in bed, thinking about what you did. I couldn't get to sleep until I did it. Then I did it again. I kept on doing it until I was so worn out I could sleep. I can't stop thinking about it and the more I do, the more questions I have. Do you masturbate a lot? Have you done it with a lot of perverts? What was it like for you to let me watch?" I started to reply a couple of times but no words came. I almost got up and ran but couldn't do that either. Finally I concentrated on watching the game and found out I could relax enough to talk to her. "Uh...yeah, I guess I jack off a lot. Letting you watch us was the most embarrassing thing I ever did, until you came over here and asked me to talk about it." "I'm sorry. Maybe I should go." "No, that's OK. I, uh, I kind of like it. At least when it's about sex. When I'm embarrassed about not knowing the answer in class or something stupid like that it's no fun at all." "Cool! So, how many perverts have you been with?" "Two so far." "I thought you said you were a slut?" "Yeah, well, I do it with anyone who asks me but I don't tell the whole world about it. So far only two pervs have asked me." "So you're saying that If I asked you to do sex stuff you would?" "Uh...yeah, I guess so, as long as you promise not to tell anybody." "What if I have this super close friend. Could I tell her about you without telling her who you are?" "I guess I have to trust you, but be careful. If too many people find out this could really mess up my life." "OK, it's a deal. I'm a pervert and you're a slut but we'll both get away with it longer if we protect our reputations. Uh, are you going to...make yourself cum, tonight?" "I guess so." "Would you like, think about me, while you do it?" She got up and left before I could say anything but it didn't matter. What do you say to a girl who asks you to think about her while you wank off? She found me at the same place the next day. I was blushing before she got close enough to talk and it got worse when she started to smile. "You've been thinking about me...a lot!" "Uh, Yeah." "My god, this is so neat! When you did it, were you thinking about doing stuff with me, or was I just sort of, there?" "I, uh, thought about the other time, with Allen and Phil." "So you imagined me watching them fuck you?" "Sick huh?" "Yeah, but I like it. Give me your number and your moms name. I'll have my mom call her and ask if you can come home with me Friday to work on a project for school. My mom will drive you home later. I think I can set something up for you. One thing though, on Friday I want you so horny you can't think straight. So don't do anything between now and then." "Not anything?" "You can touch it if you have to, like taking a shower or going to the bathroom, but don't make it squirt or you'll miss something really special." That night wasn't too bad. It took everything I had to leave it alone on Thursday. By Friday afternoon I was wearing my shirt tail out to hide a hardon that wouldn't go away for more than a few minutes at a time. Pam met me at my locker after my last class and we started off towards her place. A couple of blocks from school foot traffic thinned out enough we could talk without being overheard. "Try not to panic, OK? My friend Cheryl wants to meet you." "Wwwhat?!" "Please just listen. If you have to hate me there's plenty of time for that later. She didn't believe me when I told her about you. You can't really blame her. A month ago you wouldn't have believed me if I told you about a kid who let me watch a couple of guys fuck him. What really pushed it over the top was telling her you would do sex with perverts if I asked you to. Now my best friend thinks I'm telling this outrageous lie and won't believe another thing I say until I can prove I was telling the truth." We walked along without talking for a long time. I think that's when I started to really like her. I knew she was something special even if I was too inexperienced to know how rare it was to find a girlfriend who knew when to shut up. Finally I asked her, "So what am I supposed to do about it?". "You don't have to do anything, but if you're willing to talk to Cheryl, I'll call her and have her meet us at the library. I have to warn you though, she's really, really pretty. Most of the guys she meets take one look at her, start drooling, and can't talk. It isn't going to help that she wants to ask you about pervert sex. If you want to impress her, look her in the eye and answer her questions as honestly as you can. It doesn't matter if you stammer and blush. She expects that. The important thing is honesty and eye contact. There aren't six guys who've given her that in her whole life and I'm pretty sure she's fucked all of them." Pam had told me her friend was pretty, but that hardly began to cover it. Cheryl was unbelievably hot, all the right curves combined with the face of an innocent young girl. She'd been Pam's closest friend until her family moved across town shortly before we hooked up. As we found a spot away from foot traffic she looked me over. "Pam told me she watched two old guys fuck your ass and your mouth at the same time. I needed some help to even imagine a boy doing that." Cheryl pulled some folded paper out of her pocket and handed it to me. Unfolded, I could see it was a couple of pages torn from some gay porn magazine. If I could have blushed any deeper I would have. She'd been looking at pictures of guys doing each other while she was waiting to meet me. "Pam said you got so turned on, you popped your load just from his dick bumping your guy spot. I can't imagine how embarrassing this is for you. You don't have to tell me anything, but I have to ask. Did you really want to go there? Are you actually such a hopeless horndog that you'd let a couple of baby rapers use you like a girlie boy if that's the only sex you can get? Will you do it with both of us watching if I can set you up?" Pam was right about me being flustered. If I'd passed Cheryl on the street I'd have been too intimidated to say hi, and here she was asking for details about my sex life! I don't know how long I imitated a fish out of water before I finally got my mouth to start forming words. "Oh my god, you don't start with the easy ones do you? I can't believe I'm telling you this. I've only done it a couple of times. The guys Pam saw me with are the only ones I did it with so far. One of them gave me that address when he finished doing it to me the first time. He told me when to show up if I wanted to be a slut. Nobody made me go there. They didn't really make me do things. I mean, they told me what to do and I did it, but they didn't rape me. Maybe they would have if I tried to leave or told them I wouldn't do what they wanted. I thought I was going to die when Pam walked in on us. Then she started to flip out and I got so scared she was going to run screaming down the street, I had to ignore how I felt and help her deal with what she tripped over. I didn't think it was possible to get any more embarrassed, until she asked if she could watch. The strangest thing is that having her watch actually made it feel more normal. I was still doing it with a couple of pervs, but I was doing it *for* a girl. That isn't the same as doing it *with* a girl, but it's a lot less queer than what I was doing before." I could almost hear the gears turning as she thought about what I'd told her. Also my embarrassment started to fade a little, or maybe I was just getting used to it. It was sort of like diving into cold water. It doesn't really get warmer but after a while the shock wears off. She was looking at me like I was some kind of horrible pervert, but I didn't get the feeling she wanted to turn and run. The whole situation was so far from normal I can't really say her next question surprised me. "Johnny, do you think I'm pretty? OK, that's stupid. Even people who aren't trying to get my pants off tell me I'm beautiful. Do you have any idea what kind of baggage goes with that? I'm not going to start whining about how tough it is to be pretty. Every time I hear some girl doing that I want to slap her. If she doesn't like being beautiful she can slam her face against a building until she isn't anymore. I ENJOY being pretty. Life is easier when the first thing anyone notices about you is something they like. What I'm trying to say is that it has a down side. I found out what cum tastes like while I was still wearing diapers, or would have been wearing one if the pervert hadn't taken it off to molest me. I was taking it up the ass by the time I was eight and in my muffin since I was ten. Learning to play one pervert against another was the only way I could keep the line short enough that I had time for anything other than sex." "I'm not a slut. Right now there's, like, three guys I might call if I wanted to do something. There's another half dozen I wouldn't hang up on if they called me, but we probably wouldn't get together. I've *never* been so horny I'd let a total stranger do anything he wanted just so I could have sex. Maybe boys are different that way. Maybe you get hornier than girls. Maybe you're just more willing to do something about it when you have a hardon that won't go away. Whatever. If you're really a horny little slut I can set you up. The only catch is you have to let us watch. That shouldn't be a problem. To be honest, the pervs who fuck anything on a moments notice are the kind of creeps you probably shouldn't be alone with if nobody knows where you are." When we got to Cheryl's place she locked the front door behind us then led the way to the back of the house. "Dad's out of town on business and mom works the evening shift so we could do it here if we had to. It's not a good idea to have strangers coming over when the neighbors know my folks aren't here. That's like asking to get busted. I'll use the speaker phone in my dads office to set this up. Be careful not to move anything. He doesn't mind me being in here but gets real upset if things aren't where he left them." She hit a button, dialed a number, and after a couple of rings a man answered. "Hi Fred, I've got a couple of friends here and we're on speaker. They're cool but I thought I should warn you it's three on one, not a private conversation. So, how's my favorite perv? I know I'm getting a little old for you but are you still up for something kinky?" "Hmmm, Not sure I have the stamina for three of you, but it might be interesting to try. What's the catch?" "Catches, lots of them. First, Pam and I aren't there to play, just chaperon , and wipe the cum off his chin before you send him home to momma. Pam might lend a hand if things slow down and you need a fluffer. Second, he's only thirteen but gets into movies on a child ticket and could probably pass for ten or eleven if he had to. In case you haven't figured it out yet he's one hole short of a full set, not queer, just horny enough to let you do anything. Oh, I almost forgot, he let his girlfriend talk him into holding off for a few days so right now he's on the edge of blowing a load in his shorts just listening to me talk to you. He'll probably squirt boy juice in all directions as soon as you bury your dick in his ass." "OK, but what's the catch? Seriously, if he's hair trigger bring him in through the kitchen. I'm tired of scrubbing cum stains out of the carpet." "OK, but don't jump him as soon as he comes through the door, you have to give us some time to get him ready. We'll be over soon as..." When we got to Fred's kitchen Cheryl stopped and pulled a can out of the cupboard. "This is vegetable grease. It's thicker than KY and doesn't rot condoms like oil based lubes. You can't get pregnant but if you really do it with anybody sooner or later you're going to catch something nasty. Using condoms won't stop everything but will keep you healthy a lot longer. Your ass isn't really built for sex. It might be a turn on to think about a parade of guys fucking your cute little tail, but trust me, even one guy slamming away a little too hard or long can put you in a world of hurt. It will be a lot more fun, a whole lot longer, if you learn to use your hands, mouth, and anything else to get them right to the edge before they finish in your ass. You can get by once without a condom, but what if he wants seconds? Will you still want to suck it when you know where it's been?" She smiled at Pam and Fred before she went on. "Pam should be the one to do this, or maybe you'd rather do it yourself while we watch. If it's OK with you, I'd like to be the one that gets you ready for Fred. Take off your pants and bend over the table." I swallowed hard and reached for my belt, then started to get in position as I pushed them down. Cheryl stopped me and insisted I take them off. "Let us see you spread for him. He's horny enough to jump you right now, but if he does it as hard as he wants to, you need to be all greased up and your boy hole nice and relaxed" Pam giggled. "Look at the wet spot in his shorts. His dick started leaking the minute he met you. By now he'd give us a show if you told him he was going to do it dog style...with a real dog!" Cheryl gave her a funny look. "If I was him I'd be looking for a way to make you sorry you said that." As I stepped out of my pants and underwear she hugged me from behind and spoke softly into my ear. "Don't get flustered about a little wet spot in your shorts. I'm so wet right now my panties are drenched. This whole thing is hotter than any daydream I've ever had." She pushed down on my dick as I bent over, so the edge of the table made it point towards the floor. The edge was hard against the top of my thighs as well. My legs weren't long enough to spread as wide as she wanted and still keep my feet on the floor. I had to grab the sides of the table to keep from sliding down as I hooked my toes around the outside of the table legs. She used a couple of fingers held flat to push grease into my ass while bending over the table to keep talking softly to me. "You have to understand, Fred didn't wake up one day and discover he turned into a pervert while he was sleeping. He's been messing with kids since he was a kid himself. Whenever the kids he's doing get too old, he finds some younger ones to play with. There have been a LOT of kids. Cripes, some of them have grown up, had kids of their own, and brought them over to visit Fred. There's no way he could have done it this long without getting caught more than once, maybe even dozens of times. Know why he isn't in jail? He doesn't just do stuff to kids. He pushes them into doing stuff with him, making them part of it. So if they get caught the whole story is so embarrassing they won't tell the cops anything. That's what you have to do now." "I'm not sure I know what you want. No, that isn't right. I'm sure I don't know what you want. I'm not sure I want to find out." "Just being a slut would be enough, if he knew you, and could be sure you're way too embarrassed about it to tell anybody. The problem is he can't know what a slut you are until after you do it. He needs to be sure you'll never tell before he does anything. The quickest way to make it safe for Fred is to let him take some pictures." "P..Pic...Pictures? Of ME!? Like THIS!?" I'm not sure what I might have said next. Maybe it wasn't the flash of the camera that left me speechless. Maybe I was already there. Pam and Cheryl crowded in to watch the photo develop while he held it down where I could see too. If I had that photo now I'd think it's really hot but at the time I felt sick. Cheryl's face was out of the frame. Other than that it was a perfect shot of a skinny young boy bent over a table, bare assed and getting finger fucked by a girl in a school uniform. I was on my knees for the next one, with everyone gathered around, and me looking right into the camera with Fred's cock in my mouth. He didn't cum until after the flash and the camera took a couple seconds to recover, so the next shot showed his still hard dick in front of my cum smeared face. The last photo was the worst. They had me sit on the end of the table and unbutton my shirt, then lay back and pull my knees up and apart until I was completely spread. Cheryl took the camera as Fred dropped his pants and stepped between my ankles, nudging the head of his dick against my pucker. Instead of telling me to smile or say cheese, she had me say yes, over and over. She kept it up, teasing me, telling me to say it louder or softer, to "say it sweet" and "let us know you mean it". I was on the edge of tears when Fred couldn't hold off any more. He started to sink his cock into my ass and Cheryl caught the shot as I let out one final YESSSSS! My own timing was almost as good a little later when I lifted my head to look down at myself, just in time to catch a load of my own sperm square in the face. I thought for a second Fred would pull out and add his load but he gave a few quick thrusts and finished in my ass. While I caught my breath Cheryl sat on the table next to me and quietly thanked me for letting her be part of this. She thought it was awesome that I could do something so embarrassing. I felt her trailing her fingers through the puddles of sperm on my belly and chest, but somehow it was still a shock when she brought them to my lips. She knew I didn't want to, and we both knew that I'd do it anyway. Her smile turned to pure delight as I surrendered completely, snaking my tongue over her fingers as if I were licking spunk off some perverts cock. Cheryl was violating me more intimately than the pervert who had fucked me. When she finally ran out of cum to feed me I sat up to see what Fred and Pam thought of the show. I found out they weren't even watching. They'd been looking at the photos talking about who to give them to. Pam thought it would be more embarrassing to show them to my mom, while Fred thought it might be better to pass them around at school. I was sure mom knew I was jerking off because she hadn't caught me at it. I spent so much time with my dick in my hand, she had to work around it to keep from tripping over me. More than once I'd seen her smile as I shot through the door after school and straight to the bathroom. It didn't stop me from jacking off, just made me feel like more of a perv while I was doing it. What would she think of these photo's? Pam laid them out on the table one by one and I tried to imagine my mom doing the same thing at home. The first couple weren't that bad but trying to see them as my mom would, made me really look at them for the first time. Would mom look at them closely enough to see I wasn't just sucking cock, I was doing it in front of a couple of girls? Then I got to the last one and wanted to die. Cheryl had caught it perfect. On my back with my pants off and shirt open, knees pulled up and wide, ass hole greased and lifted to meet his cock, I was totally "spread for Fred". The flash had lit up a glistening thread linking the head of my stiffy to a little puddle of pre-cum on my belly. All of that was nothing compared to the expression on my face. Tear filled eyes, a nervous little smile, and so openly, nakedly helpless I didn't recognize myself at first. It hit me like a "one, two" punch. The kid in this picture wasn't having sex, he was being raped, in the most degrading, humiliating way possible. He was also getting exactly what he deserved. He was a little cock tease being forced to pay off. How would I explain to mom I was doing it to show off for a couple of girls? Would she try to stop it, maybe ground me to keep me away from the kind of perverts who would do this to a young boy? My parents had never tried to pick my friends, but they insisted on meeting every one of them so they would know who I was with and where I was at. Would she want to meet Fred? Would she drop me off when she came into town to do the weekend shopping? What would it be like for her to push a shopping cart around while her son was being raped? What would it be like to let people do stuff to me, while knowing that my own mother was either OK with it, or at least willing to look the other way? The whole train of thought derailed when Fred turned and handed me the photo's. "They're yours kid. Cops have searched my house more than once. One of the reasons I'm not in jail is that I don't keep souvenirs. My advice to you is to destroy them right now while you know you have all the copies and none of them have got "lost". I've got a pair of tongs right here. You can hold each one over a stove burner until it's too crispy to see anything." That didn't work out either. The girls backed off and whispered together while I did most of them, then Pam stepped forward and asked me for the last. I don't know if I was more startled by the idea that she might *want* it or that there might be something she would want to *do* with it. Out of reflex I said, "Why?'". For a second she stared at me like I was some kind of moron. "So I can show it to people, silly. Remember our deal? You fuck, I chaperon. I have that copy of your yearbook photo to show people this nice kid I know. It will be a lot easier convincing them you're for real if I have a photo of you in action. Cheryl knows a couple of people who would really like to see it too. Hey, it's your picture, you can destroy it any time you want. I'm just saying that if you let me borrow it for a little while we can make a few introductions. Most people, even most perverts, won't just fuck a strange kid on the fly. The ones who will don't care about their own reputation, and aren't going to make any real effort to protect yours. Ask Fred." "She has a point kid. Now that I know you I wouldn't mind doing you again if I don't have anything better going. You're sick, and twisted, and I really like that in a kid. If I hadn't met you through Cheryl though, nothing would have happened. I spend months, sometimes years getting to know a kid before I start coaxing them into doing stuff. I'm always breaking in somebody new and doing "old friends" stuff with the ones that are too old. That's what I have to do to get what I want without getting caught. Even the ones that feel like I abused them aren't interested in going to the cops. If I saw you working a corner downtown I wouldn't hit on you any more than I'd flash a playground. I don't need that kind of attention. If you trust these girls enough to set you up with a total stranger loaning them the photo shouldn't be a problem. Keep in mind that there is always a risk it will be lost, or stolen, or copied, and you have no control over who will see it. Can somebody use it to blackmail you? If somebody threatened to mail it to your mom could you walk away? If anyone can use that picture to make you do things you don't want to, burn it now. Don't let it out of your sight. Don't even let it out of your hand." I tried to imagine Pam showing that photo to people. Girlfriends passing it around in a restroom or at a sleepover. Does her mom snoop through her purse? Her uncle Phil was a creep, but did he have more friends like Allen? What about Cheryl? I'd do anything she wanted and was sure she knew other guys who felt the same way. Would she set up a couple of guys who desperately wanted to do her, to fuck each other instead? The girls started giggling and Fred spoke up. "You might as well hand it over kid. You just popped a hardon that could cut glass." Pam gave me a quick kiss as she tucked the photo in her purse. "It's time for me to warm this up a little. I'm as old as Cheryl but still flat enough to turn Fred on. She's going to teach me how to be a cock teaser and you're going to be the slut that keeps me from actually having to put out." She'd kicked off her sneakers and was peeling off her jeans. "You should be learning this too. Watching him fuck you is hot, but it's over too quick." Cheryl hopped up to sit on the end of the table then pulled me over to stand between her thighs while she hugged me from behind. "Pam's right you know, but maybe for the wrong reason. Longer isn't always better. I can watch some guys cock pumping away for about two minutes before it starts to get boring. Playing, teasing, talking about what you like and what you don't, that sort of thing stays interesting and can go on for hours. If it gets intense enough it hardly matters where the cocks are, the people involved are having sex. Right now Pam is breaking rule one and offering too much too soon. These are kind of special circumstances. When you're dealing with a guy who just fucked your friend, taking your pants off is kind of the minimum to get his attention." "Next lesson, eye contact and *smile*! You're here to hook up with another human being. If you're not, go home and play with yourself. It's more sanitary and nobodies feelings will get hurt. That brings us to limits. If you don't set yours ahead of time, somebody else will set them for you. When you wake up naked in the park with a face like a glazed dough nut, it's a little late to decide that all you wanted to do was flirt. This is where the teasing starts. All guys want to push your limits. Every guy wants to be the first. First guy to feel your tits, first guy to get your bra off, first guy to get his hand in your pants, wherever you draw the line they always want more. It sort of works backwards. If everybody knows you do it with anybody the only people who want you have been turned down by everyone else. If you let them coax you into admitting that you sometimes do "really embarrassing" stuff, but only with special people, they all want to do you. Everybody wants to be special. Everybody wants to think he's the only guy on earth you would ever do *that* with." "You're not queer John. You're a normal teenage nerd with no social skills and so horny you'll let some pervo fuck you if that's the only sex you can get. Fred isn't queer either, he's into girls. He's also as horny as you are. If he has a safe chance to take a cute, straight, boy and use him like a little girl he will. Pam and I have watched him before! He did you just like a girl who's too little to take a grown mans dick in her muffin. What he needs to know now is did you like it? We thought you were having a good time and we watched you squirt, but can you look him in the eye and admit that you liked it?" If I forgot how to blush before I was doing a real good job of remembering now. "I...I want to do it with a girl." "I'm glad, but that's not what I asked. What if Pam slipped you a note in school with Fred and a phone number written on it? You'd have a pretty good idea what he wants. I mean you never played checkers with the guy. Would you call him right away? If he told you last time was fun and he'd like to spend an hour or two with a "nasty little girl" would you tell him where to pick you up after school? I think you got an extra kick out of putting on a show for us, but did you like what he did enough to come back and let him do it again?" "Uh, yes." "Then tell him!" "Fred... I... I liked being a girl for you. I'll do it again if you want." He stared at me for a minute then kind of shook his head. "You mean that. If the girls left right now, and you could go with them or stay for another round and meet them later, you'd stay. Yeah, I'm horny enough I'd like to go again. The girls can stay or go it doesn't matter to me. It might matter to you. I'm horny but I'm human. Getting me off again is going to take more than waving your naked tail at me. Are you ready to give them a *real* show? Then get over here, put your arms around my neck, and kiss me like you want to be fucked." He was right. The girls thought it was hilarious that I knew how to suck cock but didn't know how to swap spit. Maybe it was the way he slapped my ass and told me I could do better. He was right too! I caught another one when I hesitated after he told me to drop my shirt. They weren't light taps either! They stung bad enough to give me a real incentive to do it right. If Fred thought a "nasty little girl" looked hottest dressed in nothing but a pair of socks, that's all I wanted to be wearing. He wanted to play with me while I sucked him so he had me get on the table instead of my knees. I don't know how long I was spit shining his cock before I noticed his hands were going everywhere but my stiffy. I came up for air long enough to ask him about it and earned another slap on the ass. "Little girls don't have dicks. If you spread your legs I'll get some more grease into your ass hole. I'm almost ready to fuck you again and I want you so slippery I can do it hard and nasty. Maybe, if you're down on all fours like a hot little bitch with my cock in your ass. Maybe, if your hips are really bucking as you try to use your asshole to pull one more load out of my cock. Maybe, if I don't need both hands on your waist to get the action I want, I can reach around and pretend I'm jacking off as I pop my load. Then again, maybe one of the girls will do it for you." It was Pam's fingers glazed with my spunk as her and Cheryl gushed about how incredibly hot it was watching me turn into Fred's little bitch. The casual way she brought them to my lips told me she *had* been watching Cheryl earlier and expected the same level of intimacy from me. I won't say I was actually dazed but things were pretty quiet on the trip home. I had a lot of mental sorting to do. Pam's mom was a preview of what Pam might be like twenty years down the road. She had the same tomboy build, but also a quiet confidence that said she knew what she wanted and didn't need anyones help or permission to go after it. (I discovered later that YES she did snoop through her daughters purse. but that's a different story.) Pam came up with some wild ideas but we didn't manage to actually put anything together for a couple of weeks and by then it was summer vacation. With no way to get into town I'd have lost touch anyway but my folks sent me off to my grandparents place to get me out from under foot.