Refuse Tommy and call his bluff

"I'm sorry, Tommy," you say. "Nothing personal, but I'm not going to cheat on your mom with you. That's, well, it's weird. So go ahead and do whatever you've got to do."

Tommy looks crestfallen more than angry.

"I can't tell dad," he admits. "But I'm going to be listening and watching out for you. Maybe next time I catch you and Mom going at it I'll get my camera!"

"You little nerd, I ought to-"

Sara comes out of the bathtub wrapped up in a towel and apologizes for keeping you waiting. She says she has a new kind of toenail polish she wants to show you in her bedroom. Tommy excuses himself and you and his mother depart to the privacy of the bedroom, where Sara's damp, naked body is soon posing for you, one foot up on a chair, as you tongue her pussy and move back to rim her tight little ass. She ends up "showing you the toenail polish" for the better part of an hour and when you're riding her face and bucking your convulsing cunt down against her tongue you doubt there's any way Tommy doesn't hear you cry, "I'm cumming. Oh God, Sara, I'm cumming."

The next day you and Sara go swimming in the backyard and end up making out up against the wall of the pool. You climb out and lay in the grass, 69ing in the warm sun, fingering each other face to face, kissing, sighing against one another as you cum. The next morning you stop by her house and "help" her with the laundry in the basement. Her breasts are full of milk and you enjoy them thoroughly, drinking her warm, sweet cream until she stands up and aims her squirting nipple at your slit. The warm liquid drenches your cunny and then she licks it off, bringing you to a powerful orgasm. After that she bends over the washer and you bury your nose in the crack of her ass and your tongue in her delicious cunt. She fucks back against your face, rolling her hips and covering you with her juices through several moaning orgasms.

You make a date for that night, but when you get home you find a message for you. When you open it you are horrified to see pictures of you and Sara out by the pool, your face is clear and close. That dork Tommy was out in the bushes! More messages follow, more and more graphic pictures. If his dad or your parents saw these you'd be in serious trouble.

The message accompanying the pictures says, "Tonight, midnight, my room. You're going to suck me off."

You're furious that the nerd is really blackmailing you now, but you see no alternative. You dress in your frumpiest sweatpants and t-shirt, don't put on any makeup, and sneak over to the Cleft house just before midnight. Tommy answers the door immediately. He's wearing a tank top and a pair of gym shorts looking as skinny and nerdy as ever. He's got a couple ugly red pimples on his cheek and he smells like he's been working out.

"Let's get this over with," you say.

"Of course," he says with an evil smile. "Follow me."

Once you're in the bedroom he closes and locks the door and sits down on the edge of the bed.

"Show me the pictures first," you demand.

He shows you his phone and loads the pictures. "These are the only copies."

You get down on your knees and unzip him. His cock stinks of sweat, it's huge, bigger than you could have imagined, but you don't show him any sort of pleasure. You stroke him a bit roughly and then plunge your lips down around his cock. He rests his hands on the back of your head, guiding you as you suck and slurp on his shaft.

You have a sort of blowjob you give that you call your "work" blowjob. It's this really sloppy, intense, fast BJ you give boyfriends when you're not in the mood. It's a lot of work, but it's over with quick and you can get back to whatever you want to do. In this case it takes about three or four minutes of bobbing rapidly on his huge dick, stroking his balls, moaning and vibrating your tongue as it cradles the plunging tubes of his fat prick. He tells you to slow down so he can savor it, but you impale him in your throat and swallow, your muscles working on his shaft until he cries out and pushes your face into his lap. His huge cock throbs in your throat, so deep you don't even taste his cum, you just feel the orgasmic throbs and the warm liquid pouring into your belly.

When you're sure he's finished (so you don't have to taste it) you pull up off his cock trailing drool and gasp for fresh air.

"Are we done?"

"Yes," he says, "say goodbye to your audience."

He points to a webcam pointed right at you. He leans over your head and moves the mouse on his computer. You see a chatroom and webcam interface showing over 300 people watching.

"All from the area," Tommy laughs. "I wonder how many of them know you."

Your reputation is destroyed. In the days after Tommy's little trick you retreat into your room. Sara tries to contact you but you ignore her. Eventually she hears what happened and begs you to come back. You can't do it. You can't face her and her family. You're just looking forward to escaping to the relative anonymity of college. Then you can start over at least.