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“What I don’t get…” Stated Stacy, still slumped against the wall but feeling a little less worse for wear as a surprisingly soothing dribble of semen seeped out of her asshole. She was making a bit of a mess of the projection room’s floor, but frankly didn’t give a shit right now. How much had Terry came in her?! The escaping flow seemed to have no end!

“Is why you kept coming back to our little website if it wasn’t me you were really interested in?”

If possible, the older boy looked even more sheepish than he already had. He had been slumped nearby, listening to the movie play out and shooting nervous glances at his first sodomee, only to avert them again as soon as she caught him looking. Stacy had mostly ignored him, waiting for the worst of the sting and throb to die down and mulling over this exact question.

“Ummm…” She could already tell the answer wasn’t going to be a good one. “I didn’t… really… You can tell when someone’s been looking at it?”

The sore schoolgirl raised a despairing eyebrow. “Yeah. Of course we can tell… So if you aren’t the one whose kept coming back… Should I be asking: who else did you show it too?!”

Her flat, exhausted tone seemed to grind Terry down even more. He seemed almost to be trying to shrivel up and sink inside himself. Still, he built up the courage to answer.

“There’s this group of guys at school… from the really, REALLY rich side of things. They’re all so suave and well dressed and stuff… and not half as cruel as some of the others can be… don’t really have much to prove I guess: their lives are already as set as can be…”

Stacy caught a glint of wistfulness in the young man’s eye there, though whether it was for a general out of reach lifestyle or a person in particular, she couldn’t tell. He sighed and continued.

“Anyway, it’s no secret that they’re all into some quite… exotic things. Like to think of themselves as members of bohemian high-society, like the Romans or Ancient Greeks, or maybe Parisian New Romantics. I’ve never really got close enough to any of them to know the details… Only…”

He finally met her eyes now, letting all the apologies he could ever give flow out through those reddened portals.

“Only I was looking through your website at lunch, sat on my own in the gardens. It seemed a safe enough time to work out what on earth Peter had been making... and… one of them came up behind me. He seemed genuinely… un-judgingly... interested. I just sort of panicked! I said you were my cousin, I don’t even know why, and he asked if it was me taking all the pictures…”

Terry hung his head, cheeks red with shame. Tears beginning to flow again.

“So now they think I’m some sort of aspiring erotic photographer and you’re my… slightly incestuous model. They all asked for the link right away… and told me I should put myself in some of the pictures too… ‘for authenticity’... I think they just don’t believe I actually know you. Which is why… why I told Peter I’d seen it all… and… and everything else… I’m so sorry Stacy! I’m so, so sorry! You must hate me! Knowing all those strangers have access to your pictures…”

Stacy indeed shuddered. Flashbacks to daydreams in stifling classrooms. Terry noticed and turned an even whiter shade of pale. A little devil inside the schoolgirl smirked at the thought: he has no idea what mix of emotions that revelation was really stirring up in her. She kept her voice calm and level though.

“So… what are the chances that they’ll share that link on? Like pass it around the rest of the school… or… town?”

This at last seemed a question Terry could answer positively.

“Oh, not likely! ...I don’t think… Like I said, they like to think of their little group as being… exclusive, y’know.”

“So really all you need is one photo of you and me together… and then they’ll think all the others on the site are taken by you? You’ll have an ‘in’ to their little club?”

Terry’s jaw dropped in dumbfounded confusion.

“I mean… yes? I guess? But that’s not the point. I shouldn’t have shown your private-”

Stacy cut him off with a wave. Her tone no-nonsense and thoughtfully measuring.

“So if you just put your phone on a timer over there- And come slide back into my ass… I think that’ll definitely stop them doubting anything… You can say you just took it on your phone ‘coz you don’t want anything on the site that could link us… or that ruined my artistic tone… or something…”

The older boy moved like a zombie in a world of unthinkable fancy, as his ‘cousin’ arranged them into a suitable pose. She sat him against the wall with his pants un-slung, then wincingly lowered herself back onto his half-deflated shaft. Once it was in, you could hardly tell… and she even felt a warming swell as her tight passage did bring some life back into it. Stacy spread her own legs wide, to show off her pussy and his alternative entry point, then put on her most honeyed of smiles. If she was going to be giving out a free portrait of her pain, it was damn well going to be good one. The phone flashed, and she could just about reach out to grab it. Scrutinising their handiwork intimately… while her anus gave another stinging consideration to its new position in life.