Ellen says more...

Your mind swims at these revelations. You look Ellen in the eyes. She's always been beautiful but also... somehow unavailable. Always platonic, just a friend. The sexuality was something you fantasized about, but never saw. Now, things seem different. Maybe it's the hardcore scenes you've witnessed in the photographs, or this doe-eyed look of trembling vulnerability she has now, but Ellen has never seemed more beautiful to you.

"There's... there's other pictures, right?" you ask.

Ellen's blue eyes are still fixed on yours as she nods slightly. "It seemed like every boy had a camera. Deion gave me these pictures... he said he especially liked how these turned out."

"Deion?" you ask.

Ellen smiles faintly and points to the mighty monster cock stuffed in her mouth in the first photo. "Deion," she says. "He's the star athelete here at college. I kind of had a crush on him, actually... A few of us went over to his place, had some drinks, everything was pretty chill. We started making out. I guess I was pretty drunk, but it seems like all of a sudden there's all these people there, cheering and urging me on. It turned into a spectacle." A smile crosses her face, then she looks up at you. "To be honest, it was kind of fun to be the center of attention. It was so unlike anything else I'd ever done! But later, when I saw the pictures... and I get these comments from other guys on the team, it seems like a mistake."