Subject:      Black Mailing the Queen 1/13

From:         Hawaiian Heat <hheat@accessus.net>

Date:         1996/10/12

Message-Id:   <Pine.LNX.3.95.961012220500.29988A-100000@mtvernon1.accessus.net>





                         I-I Blackmailing the Queen I-I



                    [Chapter 1 -- Ann Ascends the Mountain]



    Ann Macafee was one of those girls you dream about but never get.



    She hung around with the "in" crowd, which was a mixture of athletes,

college-preps, and the stars of the drama club. You could see them at every

lunch hour, all clustered around the big live-oak in the central quad, an

invisible barrier of disdain for all non-members separating them from the

general rabble. We all hated them. We all wanted to be them. They were the

elite that just naturally floats to the top of every high school.



    Ann Macafee was their Queen. She was the female lead of nearly every play

the school put on. She dated the star of the football team (I know, that sounds

corny, but it was true) and hung around with the kids-

who-are-rich-and-will-be-richer. Her family lived in the foothills in a house

that was just this side of an estate. She had it all, and she was beautiful.



    Her beauty had that casual, effortless look. Her short brown hair, fine and

fresh, framed a face that was almost a perfect match to that girl whose father

owns the hotel in Twin Peaks (I say that now, though of course back then there

was no Twin Peaks). Her body, always clothed in expensive wools and tweeds, was

perfectly proportioned. Her firm high breasts looked like the models by which

all other breasts are designed. Her round, tight ass gave only slightly when

she perched on a chair. She had straight, dainty posture, and perfectly

manicured hands. She was, in every sense, a perfect little doll. And she knew

it.



    Some people can put you down without saying a word -- by the way they look

at you, or avoid looking at you; or simply by the way they carry themselves.

Ann was a perfect example. She was better than us, she seemed to say. She would

glide through the halls, aloof and apart, her face a mask of calm separateness,

until she would spy another of the elite circle and her expression would break

into a smile of pure warmth.



    For most of my junior year I had suffered a devastating and quite secret

crush on Ann. I was not a part of her life, of course. I was no nerd, but my

friends were as I was, a part of the masses. I was a fairly good-looking young

man, well built and handsome, or so I was told by the girls I dated, but I did

not possess that magic glamour that permitted access to the higher circle. Ann

never looked at me, never met my eyes. We were lab partners in chemistry, and

somehow she still managed to avoid any kind of interaction. The few times I

tried to make a joke or start a conversation, she withered me with total

disinterest. It was horrible.



    By my senior year I was pretty much over it, though. I had enjoyed a pretty

successful summer, sexually speaking, and this had boosted my confidence to the

point that I no longer needed an Ann Macafee. Oh, I still appreciated her

lovely long legs on those days she wore a skirt, and I still let my eyes roam

her breasts when the weather was warm and she wore thin silk blouses. But my

obsession was over.



    I thought that she would never enter my world. But everything changed when

I discovered that Ann led a secret life.



    It was early in my senior year. I had driven up to the top of Mt. Ervin,

which is a popular make-out spot for the high-schoolers. I was working on a

project for my photography class, and had gone up to Ervin Park to take some

long-exposure shots, showing the stars streaking across the sky over time; a

very common thing for amateur photographers to do. I did not want to be seen

near the parking lot with a camera, since that was where the kids parked, and

no one would be too happy if they saw me bopping around with my Nikon. I had

taken a few girls there myself, and I know I would have been pissed.



    So I had hiked down the hillside and was approaching a small clearing I

knew of, where I planned to set up the tripod and start the timed exposures.

The spot was quite sheltered from the parking lot and the road, which was

important to me since a passing headlight would ruin my shot. As I got within

earshot of the clearing, I heard voices talking low.



    "Shit," I whispered to myself. Someone was using my spot -- I didn't know

anyone else knew about it. I had taken Linda Short there to fuck her, and had

not been worried since I was sure it was a private spot. Now I knew

differently. I crept up quietly and peered from behind a bushy tree.



    It was Ann Macafee, there with Bill Arnold. I was totally shocked; Bill was

known as sort of the school hoodlum. He wore heavy metal T-shirts, engineer

boots, and torn Levis pretty much all the time. He was just the sort the Ann

would avoid like disease, yet here she was with him, at night, and in a very

intimate spot.



    They were kneeling over something and talking in hushed tones. I could not

tell what they were doing at first, then Bill lit a small candle. I saw the

mirror on the grass, and the razor blade glinting on its surface. Aha, I

thought: Cocaine. Now everything made sense; Ann liked coke (okay, that was

surprising, but not insane) and Bill was certainly the most likely source for

drugs on campus.



    I could not make out what they were saying, but Bill's face was full of

mischief. Ann looked very anxious as she stared at the coke he was forming into

a line on the mirror. He did the line, then sat back, his vial of coke in his

hand, and stared at her. Finally, probably out of frustration, her voice rose

to where I could hear it.



    "Come on Bob. Lay out a line for me. You said you would." She still held

her usual expression of superiority, but there was a quiver of desperation in

her voice that told me coke was not a casual thing for her.



    "Maybe I will. Wha'cha gonna do for me, Annie?" Bill said, leering at her.



    "Fuck you!" Ann said and looked away.



    Bill chuckled. "Yeah, that's pretty much what I had in mind. Pussy for

coke. Not a bad deal, when you consider how much this shit costs. I'll bet

you've got a tight cunt..."



    She whirled on him, but her anger caused her to drop her voice into a hiss

and I could not hear what she said. They spoke in low tones for a while, and it

seemed to me that some sort of negotiation was going on.



    They came to an agreement, and Ann said "God, you're a shit. Alright, fine,

let's get it over with."



    Bill sat back on his elbows and smiled again. "But you have to take it

out." When it looked like she was about to protest, he added "or no deal,

Annie."



    "Stop calling me that," she said, trying to remain the Queen. But she

reached out, lowered his zipper, and took out his cock, which was stiff as a

pole.



    I could not believe this, even though it was pretty obvious that he wanted

some kind of sex from her. His cock was average in length, but fat, with a

slight bend near the had. It had the vaguely bruised look that comes from

frequent use. She gripped it lightly with her right hand and began to jerk him

off.



    Bill moaned, then began to sprinkle some coke on the mirror with one hand

while propping himself with the other. When she leaned forward to take the

mirror, he stopped her.



    "This is the worst handjob I've even had, Annie. Either you'd better get

into it, babe, or no snow."



    She looked pained and embarrassed, but she leaned into her work on his dick

and began stroking with both hands. Bill was obviously enjoying her attentions,

but I could tell by the look on his face that he was not going to settle for

this.



    I was incredibly turned on, watching this pristine queen jacking off the

school hood. There she was, expensive knit skirt and cardigan sweater, on her

knees with a bent dick in her hand, stroking it. She'd obviously given hand

before, which did not surprise me -- that's probably all girls like her did.



    I smiled to myself when I remembered my Nikon was hanging around my neck.

Thanking my lucky stars for putting me here with a camera, and without my noisy

autowinder, I began to slowly click off pictures, pacing myself so as not to

run out of film. The candlelight was more than adequate, since I had brought

fast film.



    Click -- Ann giving Bill a handjob.



    Bill stopped her again, and she obviously thought she was going to get her

coke because she looked relieved. But he whispered something and she stood up,

turned her back on him, and angrily stomped away a few strides.



    "Come on, Annie," Bill said, teasing her. "It's fair. Blow for blow. Coke

for cock. Besides, your handjob sucks." He laughed, obviously amused by his

choice of words. "I mean, it doesn't suck. Hey, that's the problem!"



    His glee was disgusting, but I was loving this.



    Click -- Bill standing with his dick sticking out, Ann turning to look.



    "If you think I'm taking that... thing in my mouth, you're crazy." Her eyes

were darting between his hard dick and the coked mirror on the grass behind

him.



    Bill's face suddenly dropped into a serious expression. "Wise up Annie.

Nobody has the coke connections I do, and you're in need. Besides, " he said,

narrowing his gaze, "we're alone here. I could lay you down and fuck your

brains out if I wanted to. A little head won't kill you, and I promise to give

you the coke afterwards. I'll leave your pussy alone." He was stroking his cock

with one hand as he spoke, keeping it hard.



    Her voice was very shaky now. "Oh, come on Bill..."



    "I want to," he interrupted her. "I want to come on. I want to come on you.

Now you can open those sweet lips of yours or we can wrestle and see who is

stronger. I don't mind. Either way, you get your coke and I get my nut."



    His look was deadly and serious. Ann obviously knew she was cornered. I

briefly considered stepping out of the shadows to save her -- Bill was a hood,

but I was quite a bit bigger than him. Maybe she'd reward me for my gallantry.

Then I remembered all the withering looks she had given me over the years...



    Click -- Ann kneels before Bill..



    Click -- Ann takes Bill's dick into her mouth.



    Bill began to pump his skinny hips almost immediately as Ann took his

obscene dick in and out of her little mouth. She gave the impression of some

experience, though not a lot. She let him slide the bent thing in and out,

covering her teeth with her lips, but I did not see any tongue action, nor did

she move her head laterally at all -- these would have been signs of a good

cocksucker. Like Linda Short.



    Bill did not seem to care. I clicked off a series of five shots showing Ann

with varying amounts of Bill's dick in her mouth, then he grunted and hissed.

He obviously began to come, for Ann violently pulled his cock from her mouth

and tried to lunge away. Bill grabbed her hair and held her in place, so that

his long streams of sperm landed on her face, hair, and sweater.



    After he had finished coming -- which was a subject of two particularly

good photos in my series; Ann with come flying toward her face, Ann with come

hanging off her chin -- he chuckled and let her go. She grabbed her purse, and

stepped off into the bushes, spitting and dabbing her face with a kleenex.



    While she was gone, Bill began to chop up the coke with the razor blade and

draw it into a line. He added a second line, and then a third. When she

returned, he smiled and handed the mirror to her with one hand and offered his

straw with the other.



    "Here you go, Annie. Nice job -- I gave you some extra lines, you're such a

good little cocksucker."



    She glared at him, refusing his straw. She had her own -- a sign of a true

cokehead -- and she turned her back on him, sat down, and did the lines.



    Click -- Ann snorts cocaine while Bill stands behind, shrinking, wet dick

in his hand.



    Click -- Ann smiles at the mirror, Bill milks his dick behind her head.



    Click -- Ann snorts another line while Bill drips his last dribbles of

sperm on her hair, she oblivious through her haze of coke.



    The deal done, Ann was in a real hurry to get out of there. She was

probably afraid that he'd try to rape her anyway, but Bill was obviously spent

to the point of disinterest. He had retrieved a beer from his shoulder bag and

was taking long pulls at it while he played with himself. He paid her no

attention as she gathered up her stuff.



    I suddenly realized that I was standing on the path she was about to take

back. I crouched down quickly in the darkness -- she passed by within two feet

of me without noticing. Her perfume was almost strong enough to cover the smell

of Bill's crotch, though not quite. The whole scene had given me a raging boner

and it was a little uncomfortable squatting in my tight jeans. As soon as she

was out of sight, I rushed back to my car and headed home.





                         I-I Blackmailing the Queen I-I



                      [Chapter 2 -- Seeing What Develops]



    No darkroom at home, and the school closed until Monday, I put my precious

roll of black and white film in a safe place and tried to make the time pass

quickly. I'd taken the photos on Friday night, and Saturday I had a date with

Theresa Mills. I thought about canceling it, since my mind was filled with

distractions, but then I remembered how nice a distraction Theresa could be,

and I took her to the Lake.



    Theresa was catholic, so her limits were pretty firm, but she had nice tits

and let me fondle and suck them while she jacked me off. All I could think of

as she stroked my cock was Bill Arnold's dong in Ann Macafee's hand, and later

in her mouth. I'd asked Theresa for a blowjob before and been turned down, but

I asked again. Her refusal, the sweet lie that it was ("I'd love to suck this

nice dick for you, but it's just too big for my little mouth"), was all the

more frustrating. I wanted to imagine it was Ann sucking me. Oh well. I told

her I was going to come and she increased her tempo and brought a wad of

kleenex to the tip to catch the flow. Such a well-prepared girl.



    I rubbed her tits and french kissed her, two things she never seemed to get

enough of, and she jacked me off again about a hour later. It was a nice date,

but it did little to relieve my delicious tension. All I wanted to do was

develop that roll of film.



    Sunday crawled by, and I hardly slept that night. I went in to school as

early as I could, waited for the darkroom to open, and cut my morning classes.

I was aware that my haste could ruin this priceless piece of film, so I

deliberately made myself slow down. I went into the blackout booth and loaded

the reel with the film. Twice my fingers slipped -- loading a reel by hand is

no easy trick under the best of circumstances -- but I finally got the strip

into the can and developed it with painstaking attention to time and

temperature.



    The negatives were perfect. They were so crisp, so defined. I could not

believe my luck. I was aware of how dangerous it was to print anything when at

any moment an instructor or a student might glance over to see what I was

doing, but the darkroom was pretty empty and I just had to make a contact sheet

at least.



    I let the negs dry, then cut them into strips of six. I laid them onto some

glossy stock and made a contact print. I developed the thing face down,

maddening though that was, and squeegeed and dried it that way. I did not look

at it until I was alone in a stall in the boys room.



    What a treasure. Ann's look of concentration as she stroked that cock.

Ann's pretty lips stretched around that thick, bent cockhead. Ann's averted

eyes and submissive posture as the come dripped off her chin. I drew out my

hard dick and came in four slow strokes, my come pouring into the toilet bowl.

If only that could be my dick, I thought. If only he had convinced her to fuck

him, or even just to strip -- I'd love to have photos of those tits and that

pussy...



    In the calmness that follows a good orgasm, I reflected that I could get in

real trouble if anyone saw these photos. Of course, there was no way to link

them to me unless they were found on my person, still...



    Then I grinned. I grinned probably the biggest grin of my life. Me get in

trouble? Not anything like the trouble Ann could get into. I had her. Boy, did

I ever. A vast and limitless universe of possibility opened before me. I had

her taking coke and giving head to a sleazebag. "Ah, sweet mystery of life, at

last I've found you," I said quietly to myself. Such a warm feeling to

anticipate the future, when such vistas of pleasures lie ahead.



    I quickly returned to the darkroom and made a second contact sheet,

dangerous though that was, then put the negatives and one sheet into an

envelope and went home at lunch to hide the package inside the air vent grille

in my room. I did not hide the second contact sheet, though. I had big plans

for that one.



    I wrote on the back of the sheet:



    "Dear Ann. These photos will enjoy a wide distribution to the police, your

parents, and the school population at large unless we can reach an agreement.

Imagine hundreds of copies of the picture with Bill Arnold's dick in your mouth

or Bill Arnold coming on your face, distributed all over campus. Imagine

pictures of you snorting coke being sent to the cops. Imagine a copy of this

contact sheet finding its way to your father's office, or to your home and your

mother. If you wish to avoid all these things, meet me at the Fish and Chips

shop in the Sanderson Mall today after school. We can discuss my terms. Don't

worry, I can be reasonable, but don't imagine I am bluffing. I have nothing to

lose by publishing these as 8 x 10 glossies."



    I folded the sheet into four and put it in an envelope marked "Open in

Private!" I went back to school, cut another class, and, when I was sure I was

not being observed, slipped the envelope into her locker through the vent. At

first it stuck, and I panicked a little, but a little back-and-forth action

made it slip right through.



    I waited until the next bell rang, then stood across the quad looking

through a telephoto lens at Ann's locker. The hubbub of the between- class

activity hid me perfectly, and after two minutes or so I spied her heading

toward her locker. She looked just as she always did, aloof and superior. I

could not believe that such a debasing scene did nothing to change her

attitude, but she clearly still held herself "above it all."



    Just for a few moments longer, Ann, I thought.



    She opened her locker and the envelop fell to the ground. I must have

gasped a little when another girl picked it up, looked at it, and handed it to

her. She said something, probably intended to be witty, but Ann frosted her

with a snooty look and the girl walked away. Ann read the envelope, closed her

locker, and walked over to sit on the planter that surrounded the flagpole.

Checking to see that no one was near, she opened the envelope and unfolded the

sheet.



    She must have opened it to the photo side first, because her face went

white, her eyes grew large as saucers, and she clasped the sheet immediately to

her chest to hide the side where the photos where. She looked around again,

frantic, then noticed the writing on the reverse side. She stuffed the sheet

back into the envelope without reading it, then ran off to the girls room,

looking a little ill.



    I chuckled to myself. Ann looked about as un-superior as a person could,

stumbling frantically off to the bathroom clutching sex photos of herself. I

knew she was going there to read the note, to scan the photos again in

disbelief. I knew she was scared and suffering, and in the darkest reaches of

my heart I felt great. She was, I guess, a symbol for all the elite people of

the world, to me. She was the embodiment of all the things a normal person

never gets to have.



    Well, this time it was going to be different. Very, very different.





                         I-I Blackmailing the Queen I-I



                          [Chapter 3 -- Modus Vivendi]



    I sat down in a back booth and ordered a bowl of red chowder. I was a bit

nervous -- confrontation has never been my strong suit -- but something about

the quality of this event had brought out my ruthless side. Under normal

circumstances I would have been tongue tied around a girl like her. Now I was

in charge, and there was nothing that could change that.



    She entered the shop about 5 minutes after the final bell would have rung

-- I had cut all my afternoon classes too. I was amused to think that she must

have hurried indeed to get here so soon after school had let out.



    She looked around the shop, but most of the tables were empty. It was

primarily a lunch and dinner place, and I knew it would be pretty empty for at

least two hours.



    She finally spotted me, and I held my camera up and winked. I could not

tell if she recognized me, but I doubt it. She'd done such a good job of

ignoring me, I doubted she was even sure that I went to her school. She strode

up purposefully and sat down angrily in my booth, facing me.



    "Are you the guy who left those pictures?" Her voice was a furious whisper,

but there was a lot of fear there. The anger was clearly intended to give her

courage and perhaps bully me into giving in. No chance...



    I smiled. "Photography is my life, 'Annie.' Of course, I don't usually take

those kinds of pictures..."



    "Sure!" she spat. "I'll bet you creep all night long spying on people like

that, you pervert!"



    "I'm a pervert? Maybe you better look at those snapshots again."



    "Oh, fuck off!" Her voice was a high, nervous squeak.



    "Take care, now, Annie. You don't want to get on my bad side, now DO YOU?"

I pointed my finger at her and stared her down.



    She looked at me with a stunned horror. Our voices were low, but I imagine

no one (except maybe Bill Arnold) had ever talked to her in such a tone,

especially no one from the great unwashed masses, like me. She was beginning to

realize that I had her and I knew it.



    She looked down at her expensive leather shoes. "Um, no. I guess I don't.

OK, OK, I'm sorry." She was silent for a moment. "What is this all about?"



    "That's better. Now, I have the negatives to those photos and I can make

all the prints I want. What can you offer me to make it worth my while not to

do that? I mean, imagine how fun it would be to see a fucking little princess

like you get dragged through the shit." She looked up at this, her eyes sad and

shocked, but her face as lovely as always. "If I'm going to deny myself that

pleasure, I have to have something to replace it."



    "What kind of something?" Her voice was a whisper, her eyes locked onto

mine.



    "A better something. Something very, very pleasant. Something like you gave

Bill Arnold."



    She bit her lip and shook her head.



    "Something even better, perhaps." I smiled the smile of the cat who ate the

canary.



    She closed her eyes for a moment, then suddenly opened them and smiled. The

smile was the sort of familiar, cozy smile she usually reserved for her fellow

elite, and she beamed it at me with all the energy she could muster. "Oh, come

on, be a sweetheart. You saw what that slime made me do. Haven't I been through

enough? Besides, you look like a nice guy -- you don't want it like that, you

know, forcing me to, do you?"



    She batted her eyes and tilted her head. A curl of honey brown hair drifted

over one eye and her face assumed a look that was at once innocent, friendly,

sexy, and strong. Looking back, it is of course obvious that she was trying to

manipulate me through those same charms that had kept her on top of the pyramid

for four years. But at the time I was only 16, and very susceptible.



    She saw the hesitation in my face, and tried to press the advantage.



    "There's no reason we can't be friends, is there? I mean, do a girl one

little favor... uh... um..."



    Her smile faded a bit, and I realized that she was trying to remember my

name. We'd been in school together since the second grade, had even been lab

partners, and she had never taken even enough interest to remember my name. The

spell broke.



    "Forget it, Annie," my voice was strong and I could see that she knew I was

not going to play. "No, this is going to be business." Her expression fell into

one of complete despair.



    I recognized the look -- it was very much like the one she had given Bill

Arnold when he threatened to rape her if she did not come across with a blowjob

-- but there was a difference. Though she was defeated, she was not disgusted,

or at least not as disgusted as she had been then.



    I spread my hands out on the table and sat back in my seat. "Now," I began,

businesslike and firm, "you're a rich kid. Your parents probably own a

summerhouse or some rental properties or something, right?"



    "What?" She was visibly shaken. Shocked at her failure to charm me, she was

beginning to see the reality of the situation.



    "There must be some place where you can go when you want to party -- a

boathouse or a cabin or something..."



    "No, I..."



    "Don't lie to me, Annie. That would be a truly major mistake."



    She was quiet for a moment, and a tear leaked out of her left eye and ran

down her face. "Uh, well... our carriage hou... our garage... is separate from

the house and has a... a furnished attic."



    "Where the chauffeur lives?"



    "We're not that rich. It's for that, though, I guess. There's a kitchen and

a little living room..." She paused for a moment, then looked at her shoes

again. "And a bed... room."



    "Perfect. You have a key?"



    "No, but I know where it is. My dad used to use the rooms as a den, kind

of, but my mom thought he was taking girls there and she put the key away in

her jewelry box."



    "Good. Get it tonight and make two copies tomorrow at lunch. Meet me here

after school and give me one of them. I'll give you further instructions then."



    She looked devastated. "You want a _key_of_your_own_!? How long is this

supposed to go on?" Her voice was choked.



    I smiled and looked her straight in the eye. "As long as I say, Annie. Now

be a good girl and do what I said. Or else."



    She muttered a very childlike, pouty "OK" then got up and practically ran

away, her arms crossed over her chest as she ran...



    I sat there for minutes afterward, basking in glorious delight and hard as

a post in anticipation.





                         I-I Blackmailing the Queen I-I



                        [Chapter 4 -- Afternoon delight]



    I arrived at the garage apartment at 4:00, expecting to find her there. I

checked to make sure I was not seen, then entered through the side door and up

the plain wood staircase to the rooms above. The same key that had opened the

side door opened the door to the main room, and the musty smell of the place

told me how long it had been unused. But it was basically clean.



    Ann was not there. At lunch I had told her to be there by 3:45 and to wait

for me. She had seemed totally cowed and I was disturbed to find that she had

disobeyed. Had she decided not to show? I could make good on the threats, of

course, but the truth was that though she may have believed me, I looked

forward to having her as my playmate far more than the prospect of ruining her

by distributing the photos. I was not even sure I would actually do it. She was

so pretty, so doll-like and cute, I'm not sure I could bring myself to shit on

her like that, bitch though she certainly was.



    But the point was rendered moot when she appeared in the doorway.



    "You're late," I said.



    "Sorry, I'm really sorry. My mom saw me coming up the walk and wanted to

talk to me about some stuff. Then I had to wait until I could sneak away..."



    "Fine, fine," I interrupted her. She was really apologizing to me! This was

delightful -- she was actually accepting the idea that I was in charge here,

and she had a responsibility to obey me. She must really be afraid of those

pictures, I thought.



    "Now, to the matter at hand," I said, closing and locking the door behind

us. "Stand there in the middle of the room and take off all your clothes."



    She bit her lip and winced a little, but moved to the center of the living

room and began to strip. First came the shoes and stockings -- I was surprised

to see she did not wear pantyhose, but old fashioned stockings and lacy

garters. Rich girls, I guessed.. Next she took off her sweater and blouse, then

stepped out of her skirt. She did this all very slowly, obviously trying to

keep the ultimate moment away, but I did not mind. It made her look so graceful

and lithe, and I wanted to bask in the moment anyway. Finally, she stood there

in her lacy white bra and plain cotton panties, the latter with little pink

bows at the sides that matched the pink ribbon in her hair. She stood for a

moment, her hands trying to cover herself without appearing to do so, and

seemed to be unable to continue.



    "Everything Annie. Take it all off now." My voice was even and calm, but

definite.



    "One favor, please?" She was actually begging, something I imagine she'd

never done before.



    "Maybe."



    "Don't call me Annie. That's what that slime Bill Arnold called me. Call me

Ann."



    "We'll see. If you do a good job and you earn it -- but for now you're

Annie. Now get naked."



    She held her breath for a second, then let it out and undid the front clasp

on her bra, sweeping it away with one hand and laying it on the little sofa

with the rest of her clothes. I cannot tell you how I felt, seeing those

breasts that I had fantasized about for so long. They were so perfect, so round

and high, and with large nipples that looked so completely suckable. I nearly

came just looking at them. When she bent over to remove her panties, they hung

taut below her, then did not sag one iota when she stood again, panties in

hand.



    And then she was naked before me. Her pussy hair was a neat, perfectly

trimmed little triangle of light brown -- even more lovely and delicate than I

had expected. She had an ideal figure, her smooth tummy and slim waist, her

flawless creamy skin, her dancer's legs. Nude, she was still a perfect doll, an

ideal girl.



    She was shaking a bit, but I could tell that she was resigned to this. "All

right," I said, "Now undress me."



    She stepped immediately forward and began to unbutton my shirt. "No," I

said, "on your knees, Annie." She dropped to her knees, and had to reach up

straining to take off my shirt. Then off came my shoes and socks, again piled

neatly next to hers on the sofa, then she undid my pants and struggled to get

them off (Levis are hand to remove from a standing person), but finally

succeeded. All through this her face was calm and businesslike, but her

breathing was becoming rapid, and there was a flush creeping over her chest and

upper arms.



    Finally she took off my briefs. My dick, hard and straight as a post,

sprang out and hit her on the cheek, and she stared at it as she lowered the

underwear to my feet and I stepped out of them. My dick is a bit on the large

side, especially compared to Bill Arnold's, being very close to nine inches

long (and I was so hot that day I would not be surprised if it were ten) and

very thick. I am uncircumcised, though that was hard to see with the foreskin

retracted so completely. I could not remember ever feeling so hard in my life.

My dick stuck straight out in front of me, like a baseball bat at the ready.



    "Jesus, you're huge..." she whispered, and I could see fear in her eyes.



    I just smiled and dropped to my knees, my dick bopping her right breast on

the way down, then brushed her hair away from her face and placed my hands on

her wonderful breasts. She hissed in her breath a little as I massaged her

nipples, then I released them. "Go get the sofa pillows, Annie. On your knees."



    She walked on her knees the two steps to the sofa, and pulled the pillows

off. I had her place them on the floor, then I laid back and got comfortable.

She knelt motionless at my feet.



    "Lay beside me, and let me feel those titties," I said, "and you can get

the feel of my cock while I do.



    She walked on her knees to my side, then laid down on her side next to me,

while I was on my back. This gave me access to her left breast only, so I made

her turn slightly to expose them both.



    As we lay there on the old green carpet, I squeezed and stroked those

magnificent breasts, thumbing the nipples and pinching them lightly until they

were fully erect. She took my cock in her left hand and began to stroke it, her

fingers not quite touching her thumb as she grasped it with her small hand. Her

touch was warm and exciting, but she did not really know how to give a proper

handjob, and I had no desire to teach her. I pushed her onto her back and began

to suck her nipples, first one, then the other, while my hand slipped between

her thighs. She gasped as my fingers probed her pussy, but she was very wet,

and her clit was engorged.



    I stroked and sucked her for perhaps five minutes, reveling in her body,

then sat back on the pillows and guided her face to my cock.



    "Now, let's see if you really are a `good little cocksucker' Annie," I

said, still tweaking her nipples.



    She flashed me a look, but then opened her mouth and took the head of my

cock between her lips. She began sliding it in and out, perhaps two inches of

length total, covering her teeth with her lips. It felt very nice, but it was

not a good blowjob.



    I pushed her face off my dick. "No, that won't do,' I said. "You've got

lousy technique. You're too mechanical. You've got to make love to my cock,

really go at it."



    "Look," she began, "I'm taking this thing in my mouth, so don't..."



    "Shut up!" I snapped, and she fell silent. "It's not `this thing,' it is MY

cock. This kind of blowjob I can get from my hand. Now, cover your upper teeth

with your lips, your lower teeth with your tongue, and let that tongue swirl

the underside of my cock as you suck. And let my dick get plenty wet. Use some

suction, and move your head from side to side as you go, with some passion. Now

and then take it out and lick it. And I expect you to suck me a lot deeper."



    "Deeper? How can I? My mouth was full as it was. You're too big."



    "I guess you'll have to work something out. Oh, and use your hands to jack

the shaft and fondle my balls while you suck." I leveled my gaze at her, "Now.

Get back to work."



    She took my cock in her mouth again, and this time was much better. I could

feel her tongue playing along my glans and she applied a good amount of suction

as her head bobbed up and down. She still was taking only two or perhaps three

inches, but the feeling was wet, warm. and wonderful.



    I put her left hand on my dick and her right on my balls, and she drew her

knees up to support herself. Her left hand began to jack my shaft, with just

the same rhythm as her mouth sucked me. With her right hand she stroked my

hairy balls; a ticklish feeling, but it always adds something to the

experience. All in all, a good start.



    After a few minutes of this I felt her saliva running down my shaft and

onto my balls, and her mouth was getting smoother and looser. I put my hand on

the back of her head, my palm covering the pink ribbon she had there, and

pushed her down farther, so she was talking half my length with each

downstroke. This increased her suction as she tried to take more and more of me

into her mouth.



    I could tell she was getting turned on -- she increased her tempo and began

taking me deeper and deeper without my urging, and soon I felt that I was very

close to coming.



    She pulled my dick from her mouth and licked it, eyes closed and an

expression on her face that was almost loving. She flicked her tongue

delicately over the glans, to which I said, "Oh, yeah," and then she took my

cock back into her mouth and began to suck it hard, deeper and deeper. She was

emitting a little whimper in the back of her throat, and her nipples, brushing

my thighs, were hand as raisins.



    "I'm... gonna come... so get ready... to swallow..." I said between

strokes. I felt her begin to hum some kind of protest (a princess doesn't

usually swallow come, I guess), but the vibrations only made the sensation of

her sucking more exquisite, and I exploded into her mouth.





                         I-I Blackmailing the Queen I-I



                    [Chapter 5 -- Consummation of the Deal]



    I held her head in place as I came. At the first mighty spurt, I felt the

head of my cock slip into her throat.



    She swallowed hard once, twice, a third time, then pressed her face hard

into my groin. She made a sound like a quivering whine, and I thought she was

choking, but I looked down and saw her hips churning. She was coming! She

pulled my dick halfway out and began bobbing her head again, wildly. The come

was still pouring out of me, and I felt deliriously blissful. Her orgasm lasted

almost a full minute, her knees and thighs clamped tightly together, her ass

bucking and churning, and though my cock had gone soft she kept it in her mouth

until she was done. She had come without touching herself, just by sucking me

off.



    She let my cock slide from he mouth and rested her head on my thigh, the

rest of her body collapsed between my legs. After a moment, I said, "Did you

like that?" She did not answer, did not look at me. "You came, too. You must

have liked it."



    She turned away and hugged her knees, her back to me, and still did not say

anything for several minutes. Then finally she said, "I've never, um, done that

before" in a soft, high voice.



    "You forget I have pictures of you doing it to Bill Arnold," I said,

standing.



    "No, I mean..." she turned her head and looked up at me, "I never

swallowed... it. I thought..." She drifted off.



    "I felt my cock go into your throat when I came. I think that's what you

felt. And my come going down your throat." Talking like this was making my cock

stir again. Good, I thought, soon we go on to the next step.



    "Yes," she said. After a moment she added "Your thing is so much bigger

than Randy's -- my boyfriend's -- or Bill's. It was... different."



    "You liked it, Annie."



    "Ann."



    "Yes. You did a good job, so it's Ann. I can see this is going to be a nice

afternoon." I smiled at her reaction, which was mild shock.



    "You mean we're not done?"



    "Done?" I laughed. "We're about as far from done as you can imagine. And

this is just today. I like this, Ann. I like this a lot. And in a way, I think

you do to."



    She would not answer, but instead rose and went to the sink, to get a drink

of water. After she finished her drink she turned to look at me. Standing there

at the sink, bathed in the sunlight coming through the tattered curtains, she

was lovelier than ever. I could see the moisture still glistening on her chin

and the insides of her thighs. "I'm doing this because I have to. Don't get the

idea that I want this."



    "I really don't care. You're been getting your way all your life. Now it's

your turn to do what someone else wants, " I replied, and she turned angrily

away. "Besides, you didn't `have to' come like a damned flood. Maybe you don't

like me, but you like this," I said, lifting my half-hard cock into my palm.



    She turned back to face me, and stared at my cock, her lips parting

involuntarily and the tip of her tongue just touching her upper lip. She turned

away and was silent.



    I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her from behind, my hands

cupping her breasts, my cock sliding across her ass. She wriggled a bit, trying

to get free, but I held her tight, feeling her nipples and noticing how erect

they were. Although she was certainly trying not to, her hips were rotating

ever so slightly, and I could feel her heart pounding through her breasts.



    I bent down and whispered in her ear, "You want in Ann, don't you? You want

my cock..."



    "No...no..." her voice weak and uncertain.



    "Yes you do, I can feel your nipples, your heartbeat. I'll bet your pussy

is getting wet." I reached down with my right hand, and she tried to fend me

off, but it was obviously a half-hearted attempt. My hand stole between her

legs, and I felt them part slightly. Her pussy lips were puffy and her hole was

soaking wet.



    "Unnnnnnngh," she murmured, and her head twisted from side to side.



    "Tell me you want it, Ann. Tell me you want me to fuck you." I was really

enjoying this, though from time to time it seemed rather like a dream, and I

was afraid I might wake up.



    "No...let me go..." she whispered, but her legs parted farther, and I felt

her reach around to touch my cock with her fingertips. When she found it, she

emitted a little gasp and wrapped her hand around it, jerking the shaft slowly.



    "Tell me. Tell me you want me to fuck you."



    "Ummmm. Yes, OK, I want it." Her voice cracked, and she began breathing

very hard.



    "Want what?"



    "Want your... cock."



    "Want it where? Want me to do what with my cock?" I began to stroke her

clit against her pubic bone, and her hips bucked.



    "Ohhhhhhhhh. Oh, fuck me with your cock, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." She

turned and wrapped her arms around my neck, and I felt her tongue probe my ear.



    I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the small bedroom, which was

right off the living room. I laid her down on the bare mattress, her ass just

on the edge, and spread her legs wide. Her pussy, such a small, cute little

rosebud, stretched and parted, the lips glistening in the afternoon light. I

rubbed the tip of my cock against those lips and up onto her clit and she went

wild, her shoulders and head thrashing back and forth, her back arching.



    I gently pushed her tummy back down onto the bed, placed one hand on a tit

and held my cock with the other, and slid into her. She was incredibly tight,

and I could only get about half of my cock in her at first, though she was very

wet. Even so, her eyes popped open and her mouth formed an "o" of surprise.



    "Slow, slow, oh god, take it slow..." She was pushing at my chest with her

hands, trying to get me to back out.



    "What's wrong, Ann. You're not a virgin are you?" I was teasing her, but I

also wanted to know.



    "No," she said, talking between her panting breaths, "but I only did it

once, a long time ago, and I'm not use to this."



    "Randy?" I asked, and gave her two short strokes.



    "Ahhhhhhhhng, um, no, it was back in junior high. You don't... ummmmmm...

know him."



    "Gotta know, Ann. Who got your cherry?" I stroked her again, each time

going fractionally deeper, and for several moments she did not reply, her eyes

closed, her teeth chewing her lower lip.



    "Uh, Stuart Dawes. Jesus, oh, ummmmmmmmmmm. But his dick was ha half the

size of yours, and... ohhhhhhhhhhh... it lasted about 20 seconds..."



    I laughed a little, which made her look at my face. Stuart Dawes had been

an acquaintance of mine in junior high, though I guess he had moved away since

I had not seen him in high school. He had claimed to have fucked Ann Macafee

after the CIF basketball finals, but no one had believed him.



    Thanks for priming her, Stuart, I thought, and began to fuck her in

earnest.



    All protest from her ended as her pussy spread itself wide for me. She was

holding onto her knees, spreading them as far as she could, and in ten smooth

strokes I was buried in her cunt up to my balls. This was the best fuck of my

life -- she was so tight, so smooth, the internal contours of her pussy forming

a perfect sheath for my hard dick, and we pumped like a German machine.



    She began to come, her orgasm reaching an intensity that was almost scary.

Her face and breasts went bright pink, her face grimaced, and her hands gripped

her knees so hard that the knuckles went white. I was loving the feeling, but

since I had just come I had no problem holding back, maintaining myself on that

delicious plateau a man reaches just before his orgasm begins. As her orgasm

peaked, she began to talk again, breathy, in a high, childish voice:



    "Owwwwwwww, yeah, yeah, ummmmmmmmmmm, fuck it, fuck it, god, I love it,

ooooooooooo... do me, do me, god, your dick..."



    Finally she subsided, her hips lowering back onto the mattress, her hands

relaxing and letting her knees slip away. She smiled the smile of the satisfied

and wrapped her legs around my back, linking her ankles.



    "You close?" she said, her eyes twinkling.



    "Um, yeah. Pretty close." I was damn close, in fact.



    "Come in my mouth again."



    I was a little surprised at that, and my face must have shown it.



    "I'm not on the pill," she explained, then after a moment added, "and yeah,

I liked the feeling of your come in my throat."



    That did it. She was begging to drink my come. I could hold back no

further, and I pulled out and slid my groin up her chest, over her tits, and

let her take me deeply into her throat. In three hard sucks I was coming, the

feel of her firm tits against my ass accentuating the experience. I must have

come more the second time than the first, because quite a bit leaked out the

corners of her mouth.



    After I pulled out, she scooped up the come from her cheeks and sucked it

off her fingers. Her expression was one of wild lust combined with serene

satisfaction. We laid on the bed together for at least an hour, dozing in each

other's arms. Finally, I glanced at my watch and saw that it was nearly 6:00. I

had to get home.



    She got up when I did, and we stepped into the living room and dressed in

silence. Once we were dressed, I gently took her by the shoulders and sat her

on the couch, then sat next to her.



    "Well now," I said, "that was a very nice beginning, don't you think?"



    She nodded, her face very thoughtful as she stared at the window.



    "I think we could use some sheets on that bed, since I noticed you got

mattress-button marks on your back, and maybe next time we should bring some

refreshments. Think you can handle that, Ann?"



    She was quiet for several moments, clearly thinking things out, then stood

and began to pace around the room as she spoke.



    "OK, look, I'm going to be honest here. I could try and tell you I hated

this, but it would be a lie. I liked it."



    "You loved it," I corrected her.



    "Yes, alright, I loved it. And I want it to continue. But we have to have

some ground rules." She looked at me to gauge my reaction, but I held my face

passive. "OK, first, nobody finds out. Nobody at school knows anything

different is happening between you and me. Second, I do you, but not your

friends -- you can't even tell them. Third, you bring rubbers so I don't get

pregnant. Fourth, We don't do anything strange. You know, like tying up or

whipping or anything like that."



    "What makes you think you're in a position to make conditions?" I asked

calmly.



    "Come on. You've been playing this tough-guy thing all afternoon, but you'd

much rather go on fucking me than show those photos. We can reach an agreement

here, can't we?"



    "Perhaps. I'll address your points one by one. First, I don't have any

intention of telling anyone anything -- but one thing has to change."



    "Which is?"



    "Which is that you have to stop treating me like a fucking piece of

furniture at school. When I say 'hi', you say 'hi' back, you know, just like I

was a person."



    She sniffed derisively, but did not argue.



    "Second, my friends can find their own pussy. Third, rubbers will not be

acceptable for either of us, believe me, so you go on the pill or continue to

take me in your mouth. Lastly, 'strange' is in the eye of the beholder, but I'm

not a kinky person. You will continue to do what I say, however."



    "Pulling out and coming in my mouth is not foolproof."



    "Then get the pill."



    "OK. But I don't take it... in the ass."



    "We'll see. What about Randy?"



    "He's a hood ornament. I don't need him."



    "What about Bill Arnold?"



    She looked at me, and for a moment I pitied her. "He's my only coke

connection. What can I do?"



    "You're off coke, that's what. Look what it made you do... Besides, I'm

gonna be taking up your free time with other pursuits."



    She stood at the sink again, the light coming through the curtains now

coming from a floodlight outside, and I flashed back to when she was standing

there naked, my come on her chin and her come on her thighs. Incredibly, I

began to get hard again. Ah, 16.



    "Okay," she finally said. "It's a deal."



    She turned back to face me, and saw that I had drawn my cock from my pants

and watched it standing erect. A clear lust appeared in her eyes.



    "God, again?" she said, and smiled slightly despite herself.



    "You have a noticeable effect on me when you stand at that window. Let's

see how your cocksucking technique is coming along."



    One of the highlights of my life was when Ann Macafee, queen goddess of the

school, unparalleled beauty, without hesitation and with the ease and obedience

that comes from repeating a familiar duty, gracefully knelt down before me to

take my cock into her pretty mouth.





                         I-I Blackmailing the Queen I-I



                      [Chapter 6 -- The Pleasures of Ann]



    It was raining hard outside, the torrential blast pounding on the window

over the sink, and she was taking me deeper than she ever had, my cock sliding

not only into her throat, but far into it; so far that her chin rested between

my balls on each long downstroke.



    We were not on the bed. Through experimentation (wondrous hours of it) we

had found that Ann could suck me best if I sat on the couch, my ass at the

edge, while I lay back. Ann had brought several throw cushions from the main

house ("Nobody uses that guest room anymore anyway") and we used them under the

small of my back to make things comfortable for me.



    Ann would then kneel between spread legs -- she found that she liked them

spread wide -- to suck me. She put two of the throw cushions on the floor for

her to kneel on, this giving her the proper angle to deep throat me.



    She would begin my jacking my shaft with both hands, gently, while she

licked the tip and glans, slavering her tongue all over my dickhead and

allowing a stream of her saliva to trickle down to my balls. Then she'd suck my

balls lightly until the dripping abated, after which she'd return to the head

and lick some more. She was waiting for my precum ooze to reach the proper

state -- enough to lubricate my shaft. She had found that with enough

lubrication of this kind she could take me as deeply as she wanted to, with no

discomfort.



    And deep she took me. Ann had become, in the three weeks since our

arrangement had begun, obsessed with my cock. Sucking it deeply, taking

absolutely all of it until there was not even a fraction of an inch left to

push down her throat, had become a personal challenge. She also claimed that

she never failed to have at least two orgasms while sucking my dick.



    She had also perfected our fucking techniques, finding that doggie style,

her kneeling on the bed and I standing behind her, was the second best position

in terms of depth and angle. The best position, she claimed (and I had to

agree, actually) was where I lay on my back on the bed, one of our infamous

throw cushions under my ass, and she straddled me, lowering her pussy onto my

dick. She would lean forward slightly until her tits were pressed into my

extended hands, and then slide her cunt up and down on my dick, her hips

twitching and bucking as the pressure on her clit drove her to delirium. My

personal favorite was something of the reverse; she on her back on the bed, a

pillow under her ass, while I pumped her pussy. Conventional, but satisfying. I

did not get as deep that way, but the look of her in that position, her tits

swaying, her hair splayed out on the bed; well, let's just say it was magical

in its own way.



    Ann, of course, would do whatever I said.



    That was the amazing part. We had met nearly every school-day afternoon at

her parent's garage apartment for the past three weeks, sucking and fucking for

an hour or two, and it seemed that each day she had become more and more

willing. It had come down to the point that when I arrived she was always

there, always naked, and always eager to get started immediately. On two

occasions, on days when I'd been slightly delayed, I could tell she had

masturbated before I had arrived. She wanted my dick, pure and simple. She'd

even named it "Sir Richard," which she'd told me once as I was fitting it into

her snug cunt:



    "Ohhhhhhhhh, now let's get Sir Richard all the way in Ann's little

pussy..."



    My eyebrows had arched at that. "Sir Richard?"



    "Push, push, mmmmmmmmmmm. Richard, love, as in 'dick.' Oh, hurry up, and

slide him alllllllllll the way inside me..."



    That had been a week ago, and it seemed to me that she was by this time as

passionately interested in our situation as I was. If not more.



    I decided I wanted to get some more photographs of Ann, for my private

collection. I wanted nudes, of course, and perhaps even a shot or two of her

loving my dick with her mouth or pussy. She had initially refused:



    "No. That's too much. You've got enough pictures of me already, and look

where they've got me."



    "Ann..."



    "I'm doing everything you ask. I'm sucking your dick, I'm letting you fuck

me. I'm doing my part, even getting good at it. No more pictures." She looked

determined.



    It occurred to me immediately to threaten her with publication of the

photos I did have, but I was not sure that would work. She knew that I would

rather fuck her than ruin her, and it took some of my power away so long as she

continued to put out. But I had noticed her obsession building and decided to

try and use it.



    I said nothing more about the photos until about twenty minutes later,

while we were fucking. I had her on her back, and was pumping her pussy with

long, deep strokes while thumbing her clit with my left hand. I had taken care

not to give her too much too fast, since her orgasms were slower in arriving

but much more intense when I took my time in this way. When I sensed that she

was about to come -- her back was arching, her face was intense, her thighs

quivering -- I abruptly stopped, my dick halfway in her, and held my position.



    "Uhhhhhhh. No, don't stop, I'm close," she whined.



    "I want to take some more pictures of you, Ann." I moved my cock slightly

and rubbed a spot very near her clit with my thumb.



    "No, no, oh you bastard. Make me come, oh, make me come."



    "You want my cock, Ann?" "Oh god yes, make me come Sir Richard I want to

come so bad..." she was lifting her hips now, trying to fuck herself on my

cock, but I pressed her down with my hand and gave her only short, infrequent,

shallow strokes, just enough to make her crazy.



    She was whimpering, almost crying. "Please, please, god I wanna

cooooome..."



    "The pictures, Ann. Agree to the pictures and you can come. Say yes and

I'll give you everything I've got."



    She started rubbing her tits and tweaking her nipples, trying to make

herself come, but it was no user. Finally she said "OK, OK, you can take the

fucking pictures..."



    "You swear, Ann?"



    "Yes, yes, now fuck meeeeeeee! Make me come!"



    I laid into her with renewed vigor, and she came almost immediately, in a

warm and vast flood. As usual, her come made her pussy instantly slicker and

hotter, and I came too, our juices mixing inside her. Afterwards, we lay for

several minutes before she had the strength to talk.



    "That was shitty," she said, but the bitterness in her voice was distant,

measured.



    "I want what I want," I replied. I had discovered in myself, through this

domination of our high school queen, a certain calm ruthlessness that I had

never known existed. I had not been as cruel to her as I could have been, and

that was a good thing to know too. I was strong, but no monster.



    "Yes, that's obvious. You have an inhuman amount of self-control too. How

could you stop in the middle like that?"



    "It was not easy. But there's another thing to consider here, Ann, and I

wonder if you have thought of it."



    She raised her half on one elbow, and her right breast rubbed deliciously

on my chest. Sir Richard began to stir, and I knew we'd be at it again very

soon. "What do you mean?" she asked.



    "You gave in, but not because I threatened you with distributing the photos

of you and Bill. I never even mentioned it. In fact, I never do anymore."



    She paused to think, her fingers absently twining in my pubic hair. "I

guess you're right. I..."



    "You relented because you wanted my cock. Suppose I burned the other

contact sheet I have and all my negatives tomorrow, not that I am about to, but

would you want to stop our afternoons here?"



    The rain outside began to fall even harder, making the roof like a large

drum. I could barely hear her when she said "God, you're right. It's not that

I'm afraid of the photos anymore. I'm hooked." She looked me in the eyes and

wrapped her hand around my now rigid dick. "I'm hooked on your cock..." She

began to stroke it lovingly.



    I smiled, and she smiled, and I said "Well, now, Sir Richard would like a

word with Miss Kitty."



    I pushed her gently onto her back and began to position my dick against her

hole.



    "Miss Kitty?" she asked, her eyes beginning to flutter in response to the

impending fuck.



    "Yes, love, Kitty, as in pussy..."



    And I slid into her warm, wet tightness.







                         I-I Blackmailing the Queen I-I



             [Chapter 7 -- Sir Richard and Miss Kitty Hit the Road]



    Ann owned a nice little red convertible VW Bug, which was, of course,

parked conveniently in the garage below our trysting spot. Our deal had been

that although within the walls of that garage apartment Ann would treat me like

the most intimate lover and sexual master, once outside in the world we would

behave as we always had -- as strangers. I decided to change that, at least

partly.



    I was taking the pictures she had promised to pose for:



    Click -- Ann standing at the window, demure, pretty, and completely nude. A

profile shot, accentuating her perfect breasts and the downy quality of her

pubic hair.



    Click -- Ann reclining on the sofa, pinup style, a smile on her face.



    Click -- Ann on her knees on the bed, her index finger perched in her

mouth, a teasing, questioning look on her face.



    "Ann," I said, thinking about what shot I wanted to take next. "What would

you say to a little drive around town?"



    "I'd prefer to put my clothes back on first," she said, wryly. She was

still kneeling on the bed, waiting for me to give her another pose suggestion.



    "Of course, of course. I just feel like getting out of here for a while

once we use up this roll." I looked her straight in the eye, but she seemed to

have no reaction to this obvious breach of contract.



    After a moment she sat back on her haunches and said, "We'd have to be a

little careful, or course."



    Here it was. "Careful about what?"



    "Careful my parents don't see us coming out of the garage. We don't want to

ruin our setup here, do we?"



    Again I was mildly shocked to hear how totally Ann had come over to the

side of keeping-this-going. Where I had expected her to insist that none of her

friends see her with me, as we had agreed, she had instead been thinking only

of the danger to our privacy.



    I must have communicated my pleasure and surprise with the expression on my

face because she laid back, spread her lovely legs, and said: "Here's a shot

for you. Miss Kitty waiting for her gallant knight to..." she smiled

mischievously, "drop in."



    We both laughed at that, and:



    Click -- Ann on her back, legs spread wide, a broad smile on her face as

she shows her pussy to the camera.



    Click -- Ann fingers herself lightly, face more serious.



    Click -- Timer shot, Ann with my dick in her mouth, me standing frame

right, she rolled on her side to take me.



    Click -- Timer shot, Ann straddles my cock, facing away from me as I lie on

my back, her face to the camera. Her hand is guiding me into her pussy.



    Needless to say, I had no opportunity to set the timer again after that.

She rode my dick like it was a wild horse, turning in mid- fuck to face me,

amazingly without letting my dick slide out of her cunt.



    She came in short order, and I soon after that, responding as usual to the

flood of pussy juice that flowed from her and made her cunt even more slippery.

Ah, the wonders of the pill. Back then it was not as easy to get, of course,

but little rich girls like Ann Macafee could always get what they wanted.



    We got dressed about fifteen minutes later and stole down to the lower part

of the building, which was the garage proper. Ann peeked out the lintel window

to see if her parents were on the porch, but they were not. She got into the

rabbit on the driver's side and motioned for me to get in the passenger's seat.



    "I think I'd rather drive," I said, being a typical 16 year old male.



    "Once we get going that's fine, but I think you should sort of slump down

in the passenger's seat until we get out of this neighborhood -- my parents

have friends all around here, and we don't want a nosy neighbor to blow the

whistle, do we?"



    "No, Ann. I much prefer the way you blow the whistle..." I smiled.



    She giggled and patted the seat next to her. I got in, and we put the

convertible top up. I hunched down as she had suggested, amazed again at how

truly dedicated she had become to keeping our affair alive, and we sped off

into the afternoon.



    As it was I was pretty content to let her drive. I was not all that good

with a stick shift yet, but she was quite comfortable with it, so it was easier

to let her continue. Besides, I wanted to look at her while we talked. In the

sun, her hair filled with the wind (we had taken the top back down again), she

was more beautiful than ever. As I had dozens of times over the past weeks, I

thanked whatever stars I had for the incredibly good fortune that had given me

access to her.



    "So where to?" she asked, putting her sunglasses on with one hand.



    "I don't know," I said, and I really did not. I had expected this trip to

be a problem, an opportunity to assert my authority over her again, yet here

she was perfectly willing, and I had nothing planned. "Why don't we get some

ice cream or something?"



    "If you want, but I don't like to eat stuff like that."



    "Oh?"



    "I don't want to get fat. My mom and my sister are. It must be in my genes

somewhere. Mind if I make an alternate suggestion?"



    "Sure. Shoot."



    "There are some nice nature trails near Lake Fornier, on the slope of

Freedom Peaks. We could go for a walk there."



    I agreed immediately. I had hiked those trails as a little kid, but it had

been years. I must admit, the thought of walking with her and simply holding

hands was strangely exciting to me -- which was odd when you considered all the

fucking and sucking we had done. In some way a walk sounded even more intimate,

though.



    We arrived at the trailhead with at least three hours of daylight left,

which was plenty considering the entire loop was less than two miles long. Ann

grabbed a blanket from the trunk of her car -- a rough looking thing that

looked like it was used mostly as a car cover. "In case we want to sit," she

said, then added as she closed the trunk door, "or something."



    Or something did not take long. Ann started like a bat our of hell down the

trail, slightly ahead of me, and I got to watch her fine ass move under the

folds of her green corduroy skirt for several strides before she stopped,

turned, and her out her hand for me to take. We walked down the nature trail

hand in hand.



    We had walked perhaps a half mile when she led me off the trail. I had

noticed that she was gazing at me with a strange look on her face for most of

the walk, and now she led me up a grassy slope to a stand of trees that crested

the hill we had been circling. The trees were growing in a circle, which is

common for spruces, and there was a flat spot in the middle. She spread the

blanket out there and sat down, folding her legs gracefully beneath her.



    I stood for a moment, watching her face, then said "What's the plan, Ann?

You have something in mind, do you?" I was still taking that sort of masterful,

I-am-in-control-here tone with her, but in point of fact I was delighted.



    "Oh, of course," she said, smiling prettily, "but first I wanted to explain

something to you, and to ask a favor. Please, sit." She patted the blanket with

her open hand.



    Intrigued, I sat. I could not think of a thing to say, so I waited until

she was ready to talk -- she was obviously nervous, but there was also a nice

sort of ease between us that I wanted to bask in. After a while, she began to

speak.



    "You think of me the way most people do, as a real bitchy princess, a

pristine queen. I know that. But I have never known any other way to be. All my

life I have been surrounded by `the best things', and expected to live up to

them. To be worthy; to be better than other people, I guess." She looked at me,

as if to gauge my reaction, but I was interested in what she had to say, and

motioned for her to go on. "Well," she continued, "most of my life has been

pretty, um, controlled. I told you about Stuart..."



    "Yes. He was your first."



    "My only until you, and that was pretty disappointing. I let him fuck me,

if you could call it that, because I was mad at my parents and was trying to

rebel. They were threatening to put me in private school, and I was furious.

Stuart was a kind of revenge, though I couldn't tell them about it, so it

didn't help. When they changed their minds on their own, I felt really stupid.

Stuart kept calling, wanting to `see me again,' which I knew meant he wanted to

put his little prick in me again, but I was bored and disgusted by him, and it

sort of faded away."



    "He bragged about it, but we didn't believe him. He made it sound like a

major event, though."



    She laughed. "Yes, well, if 20 seconds of frenzy and two quick humps is

major. I don't know if her even broke my cherry."



    "He did."



    "Oh, of course. You'd know, wouldn't you? Anyway, I found it all pretty

unimpressive and I guess that sort of made me act even more superior. Maybe

that was my way of regaining my self respect. I don't know. Whatever. Anyway,

that was what I thought sex was, to be honest. Nothing to write home about."



    "What about Randy?"



    "Well, jocks like to talk a lot about all the girls they get, but if Randy

is any indication, it is a bunch of bullshit. When we first parked together, he

was so scared I thought his heart would leap out of his chest. When I told him

that a handjob was as far as I would go, he made some faint protest, but I

could tell he was relieved. After a few dates, we didn't even do that much. He

just liked to suck my breasts a lot. Almost like he didn't get enough as a

baby. He's also the one that got me started on coke, and I guess I got pretty

hooked."



    "I'd say so, considering what you were willing to do for it."



    "God," she said, and blushed a deep crimson, "don't remind me. That was one

big favor you did me. I'm off that shit forever."



    "You'd never taken a boy in your mouth before that?"



    "No. I'd seen some X-rated 8 millimeter movies my Dad had hidden in the

garage with Susie Krantz and Mattie Haines once, and I sort of fantasized about

it some times."



    "Fantasized about sucking who?"



    "Oh, Movie stars, or the guy in the porno movie, I guess. I mean, his cock

was big and looked like a nice one..." she paused for a moment, then looked my

in the eye, "but not as nice as yours."



    `Mine' was becoming uncomfortably hard at just her look, but I wanted to

finish the conversation first.



    "You see, everything has changed," she said. "I mean, it's weird, but I

seem to have discovered a whole other part of myself that I never knew about

before. And I can't really control it."



    "Your sexual side?" All of a sudden I felt like her therapist or something.



    "Yes. Sexual. Frankly, having sex with you is what I think about most of

the day. My friends know something is up, but they'd never in a million years

guess..." She was really red now, her face and shoulders and even her hands.

"Every night I dream we're doing it, and every morning I have to..."



    "Masturbate."



    "Yes. Sometimes I have come already when I wake up. Sometimes during the

day I have to go to the girls room because I have been thinking about you too

much."



    "About my cock."



    "Sucking it, usually. But I have another fantasy too." She stopped, looked

away, somehow unable to go on.



    "Go ahead, tell me," I said, trying to sound gentle. "I mean, we've done a

lot. I guess you can tell me anything."



    All at once she said, in a rush, "I'm afraid you'll be disgusted and you

won't want to sleep with me anymore and I think I'll die if you don't I..."



    Tears were forming in the corner of her eyes, and I held her in my arms,

for the first time with real tenderness. "It's OK, Ann. I am easily as obsessed

with you as you are with me."



    "You are?" she sniffed. "But you've had other girls, haven't you?"



    "Yes, you were not the first. But you are undoubtedly the best." She looked

up at me and smiled, still sniffing slightly.. "Now, tell me what this fantasy

is. Don't be afraid. I promise I won't stop fucking you -- in fact, I plan to

do that as soon as we're done talking, right here and now."



    She gasped, but her face was delighted. "Here? Oh, god, what if, what

if..."



    "It's a chance we'll take. Now, the fantasy." I held her chin in my hands.

"Or I might just make you wait until tomorrow."



    It was a lie, but it worked. I had discovered a side to her too; she liked

to be submissive to authority. She bit her lip, obviously screwing up her

courage, and:



    "Well, I told you we watched that 8 millimeter movie. In the movie, before

they fucked, even before she took him in her mouth, he did something to her

with his mouth. He like, licked her pussy with his tongue and then sucked her,

sort of."



    I smiled. "You want me to do that to you?"



    "Well, yes. I mean, if you want to."



    I smiled, and let my hand slide up her leg, beneath her skirt, and onto her

panties. "No problem at all," I said, and she sighed and let her head drop onto

my shoulder.





                         I-I Blackmailing the Queen I-I



                     [Chapter 8 -- Miss Kitty Takes a Bath]



    Linda Short had taught me a lot of what I knew about sex. Especially

concerning the oral side of things. She had been a truly expert cocksucker, and

expected good head in return. Luckily, she was happy to instruct me on the

particulars of eating pussy, which she claimed to have done once or twice to

her girlfriends.



    But although I had mildly enjoyed it, it was not my favorite thing. Linda's

pussy was very hairy -- too hairy, really. And she was very aggressive. I often

ended up with a sore neck.



    Ann was another story entirely. I laid her back on that rough blanket,

lifted her skirt up around her waist, and slid her panties down, leaving them

looped around one ankle. Ann's pussy was a lovely sight, as always. A trimmed,

pretty little V of hair on top, but a smooth, pink, hairless little pussy. Her

firm smooth thighs were like a picture frame around that little bud, and I

kicked myself for not having thought of eating her myself. What a treasure.



    I began by nibbling her labia while stroking the insides of her thighs with

my fingernails. Her response was immediate and gratifying. She placed her hands

on my head, fingers gripping my hair gently, and moaned as she rocked her hips

slowly. Slowly, I began to insert a finger into her hot little hole, and moved

my tongue up to her clit, stroking it with long, hard, sloppy licks. She began

to shudder with each tongue stroke, and I coordinated the action of my finger

so that each time she shuddered, my finger was buried deep inside her and I

could stroke the "roof" of her vagina. This was years before anyone would speak

of a woman's G-spot, but Linda had known what felt good and had never hesitated

to tell me. After a few minutes of slow licks and deep fingering, Ann seemed on

the verge of hysteria.



    "I... I... Oh god that's so... um... fffffffffffffuck it... ooooooooooo..."

she spoke in breathy, short gasps. Her hips were moving in a slow, tight circle

and I knew she was ready to come. So I closed my lips over her clit, and began

to suck it while flicking at the very tip with my tongue. I inserted a second

finger into her pussy and felt the rush begin.



    She moaned, a long, high, hoarse moan, and lifted her little butt into the

air about 6 inches. Her thighs were as hard as stone and quivering like a

tuning fork. Her hands pressed my head firmly into her crotch as I sucked her.

And she came and came and came.



    "Ssssssssssssssss, oh, oh, oh, fuck, ohhhhhhhhhhhh"



    All of a sudden she was pulling at my shoulders, trying to bring my face to

hers. I was confused at first, but her hands found my belt buckle and began

frantically to undo it and then my pants. She wanted my dick. I was glad to

oblige since I was as hard as I could ever remember being.



    I lowered my jeans and slipped my cock into her boiling pussy. I had never

entered her mid-come like that, and the feeling was indescribable; like sinking

into a mouth filled with hot butter. Her pussy walls clamped onto me like they

had a will of their own, and we began the most vigorous fuck I can remember

ever experiencing. Ann was wild, simply wild, tearing at her blouse and

pressing my mouth to her nipple. She was lost in a world of obscene lust.



    "Fuck me fuck me fuck me, oh god your dick, oh Jesus oh fuck me oh god...

hmmmmmmmmmm, huuuuuuuuuuuh, uh uh uh, fuck it fuck me, oh, oh, ffffffffffffuck

me, oh I love you..."



    She came again, and I spurted into her, just as she said "I love you", her

words buried in the deep ecstasy of my orgasm. Afterwards, I lay on top of her,

my diminishing cock still inside her, while she stroked my head with her hands

and kissed my hair. We were still mostly clothed, but somehow this was the

sexiest moment ever between us. My cock roused again while still inside her and

we fucked again.



    And a third time. It was dark by the time we left the hillside.



    On the drive home, Ann seemed very animated and very curious. "I have to

know," she said, a broad smile on her face, "where you learned to do that. I

mean, that was incredible!"



    "Linda Short," I said, remembering Linda's small tits and hot mouth.



    "Who? I don't think I know her."



    "No, you wouldn't. She was visiting our neighbors last summer -- a relative

from out of town. She was... experienced. She'd done pretty much everything."



    "And she taught you how to do that to a girl with your mouth?" Ann seemed

genuinely interested, though there was a slight hint of jealousy in her voice.



    "It's called eating pussy. Yeah, she taught me. She'd done it herself,

actually."



    "To another girl!?" Ann's voice was a high squeak of surprise, but there

was something else there too. Excitement, perhaps? Or had Ann had an encounter

she was not telling me about?



    "That's what she said. I believed it too. Linda was really wild. I met her

when she climbed the fence that separates our back yards -- no joke. I was

sunbathing in my jockeys and she just climbed over and started talking to me.

In a bikini, at the time."



    Ann's jealousy was a bit easier to see now, but she continued to ask

questions. "Did you do it with her that night?"



    "Heh. That day. About an hour after we met. I was home alone, and once I

told her that it was wham-bam. I guess you'd say Linda's pretty much a slut."



    "At least."



    "Well, at the time she was like a gift from heaven. It was the beginning of

the summer, she was going to be there another two months, and, well, I felt

that everything was set up perfectly. It was, too, though she dated other guys

all along."



    "Other guys she'd met here?"



    "Yeah. The girl could not get enough. Incredible."



    Ann was quiet for a while. I think she was a bit upset, jealous and shocked

and maybe a little dubious about her own arousal. Finally she said, "Well, I

can't blame anyone but myself, can I?"



    "For what?" I asked.



    "Well, I would not have given you a second look before... Before this

semester. I was so into myself. Yes. I'm glad you had your summer with Linda."

She looked satisfied and resolved.









                         I-I Blackmailing the Queen I-I



                       [Chapter 9 -- Adventuring Outside]



    And that was that. Ann had taken possession, had turned the situation

around in her mind. She still treated me like her master, of course, since that

was part of the thrill for her, but in the days that followed I could see that

she had laid her claim, and that I was hers. All pretense at school stopped,

and we went virtually everywhere together.



    She also found that she liked sex in public. As most people will tell you

who have tried it, the excitement that comes with the fear of getting caught

can be pretty addictive, and though I still preferred our garage apartment, Ann

talked me into several daring encounters:



    We fucked in a vacant counselor's office, right there in the administration

building, the door locked but people walking by outside all the time. I sat in

the big desk chair, my pants lowered to my butt, while Ann lifted her skirt,

dropped her panties around one ankle (I guess she'd picked that up from our

adventure in the woods) and perched on her knees on the arms of the chair. She

fucked me like that, no part of our bodies touching except my cock in her

pussy, Ann rocking wildly while holding onto the back of the chair, and

people's voices echoing in the hall outside.



    She gave me a rather heated, lusty blowjob behind the baseball diamond's

backstop out in the athletic field. Though no one could see her kneeling behind

the green wooden wall, my head and shoulders were easily visible through the

chain link fence, had anyone cared to glance our way. When we left, I noticed a

dribble of my come on her neck just in time, before someone saw it. She thought

that was hilariously funny.



    I ate her pussy while she sat in the ticket booth to the student theater,

trying to keep her composure as I flicked her clit with my tongue. Ironically,

Randy had come up to the booth to beg her to at least talk to him again, and

had left wondering why she was acting so strange. She'd told him to fuck

himself, and had sort of hiccoughed on the word "fuck," since I had given her a

particularly hard suck at that point. She came on my face and I had to clean up

with some rather thin kleenex she had, to get the pussy smell off my face

before I went to wood shop.



    She somehow got the keys to the chem lab, and we sucked and fucked the

lunch hour away, right there at the desk where we had once been lab partners.

As she bent to take my dick in her mouth she said "this is to make up for how

badly I treated you when we were partners." She took my dick all the way down

her throat, in a particularly strong and enthusiastic stroke. All I could do

was gasp "Aaaaaaapology accepted..." as she sucked away.



    But it was back in our old haunts above her parent's garage that she began

to think some really wild thoughts. We had just finished our afternoon

exercises, and were laying on the floor of the living room eating some cheese

and crackers while she rubbed her naked legs on mine.



    "You mentioned about Linda Short knowing a lot." She said this in a tone

that said just-asking-no-big-deal.



    "Ann, that was last summer. I won't ever even see her again."



    "Who knows? She might visit again. But that's not why I brought it up. I

was wondering if the fact that she had made it with another girl, well, if it

made you disgusted or anything." Again, she was forcing her voice into a tone

that sounded casual, but was not.



    "No. Why should it? Why are you asking this?"



    "You know Mattie Hanes?"



    "Um. Another one of the royalty."



    "Well, sort of. Anyway, you think she's pretty?" Ann's face was impossible

to read -- I knew she had a tendency to get jealous at times, but this did not

have that feeling to it. Besides, she had brought it up.



    "Sure, of course. The guys call her Miss Best Chest of the West. I'm sure

most of them have fantasized about her from time to time."



    "Including you?" Again, an enigmatic look. I was getting a little pissed

off -- you want it, Ann? You got it.



    "Sure. I'll tell you the details of the wet dream if you're interested. It

all centered around tit fucking." My voice sounded angry, and she recoiled a

bit.



    "Don't get mad," she said, her voice a pout. "I'm not asking because I'm

jealous or anything. See, she's always had sort of a thing for me."



    I had to admit that I was pretty shocked. I thought nothing would surprise

me after I first heard Ann Macafee beg me to fuck her. Mattie Hanes a dyke? She

looked a lot like Mamie Van Doren, but with red hair. Huge tits, by high school

standards. Killer figure. Wore tight T shirts and knee-high plaid skirts. And

she liked girls?



    "Sheesh," I said. "I know a lot of guys who would kill themselves if they

knew she was queer."



    "Oh, no. I mean, she likes boys. She's still a virgin, I'm pretty sure, but

when we watched those movies together she talked about the cocks and everything

just like Susie and I did. She just has always acted a little funny toward me,

and I know that she had a little fling with another girl in sixth grade. So I

guess she likes both girls and boys."



    Ann had been looking down at the floor, perhaps at her own pussy, in fact,

but at this point she raised her eyes to me and smiled, blinking those lovely

lashes at me.



    I smiled. "OK, Ann, what is it that you have in your devious little mind?"



    "Welllllllll," she said, reaching out to stroke my cock, "I was just

thinking how you might like to watch me and Mattie, assuming I am right about

her. Maybe you'd even like to join in?"



    My dick was responding both to her attentions and her ideas. "You mean you

wouldn't get jealous if I, um, fucked Mattie Hanes?"



    "Not if I was part of it. I mean, not if it was you and me together, like a

team, and she was the outsider. Not if we were both doing her. I've been

wondering what a pussy tastes like, ever since you started sucking me off." Sir

Richard grew another inch and hardened in her grasp. She bent to take him in

her mouth, but just before she did she said "besides, I've always wondered what

it would be like to watch this magnificent dick slide into her. I guess I've

always been sort of interested in her too."



    As her mouth closed around my cock, bathing and sucking it, I found myself

thinking about Mattie Hanes and her famous chest. Maybe she wouldn't go for it,

maybe she'd refuse. But damn, it was worth a try...





                         I-I Blackmailing the Queen I-I



                   [Chapter 10 -- The Pitch and The Squeeze]



    It took over week for Ann to get Mattie interested in her. Mattie had

heard, of course, that Ann was hanging around with me, and like most of her

ex-friends was giving the former Queen of the school the cold shoulder.. But Ann

was not so easily deterred, and made a point of walking by Mattie in the shower

after phys ed class, and giving her long friendly looks in class.



    We figured that if Mattie had been interested in Ann at some point, enough

attention paid to her should rekindle things. If not, well then this would

probably not work. But we had nothing to lose.



    It was Mattie who approached Ann on a Tuesday morning, right after another

`hot' shower in the girls' locker room. While Ann would not relate their

conversation verbatim ("Girl talk; you wouldn't be interested") she made it

clear that Mattie seemed as hot for her as ever.



    We'd decided not to bring Mattie to our little apartment. It was better if

that remained our secret place, especially since we did not know how she would

react to what we had planned. Instead, we decided to use Ann's own bedroom in

the main house, which would work perfectly since Ann's parents were to leave

the city that weekend and Ann's older sister was away at college.



    It was to be a study session and a sleep over. Mattie would bring her books

over, but the real agenda was to have some fun, to resurrect their flagging

friendship. Ann's agenda, of course, was to get Mattie into bed with her, and

eventually to get me in there too.



    Ann was quite skeptical about this last part ("Mattie is more of a princess

than I use to be, love"), so I formed a little plan of my own, which Ann found

delightful. I would hide in the closet, which had french doors and could be

left open a crack very easily, and would take photos of the two girls together,

as I had done with Ann and Bill. If Mattie refused the menage a trois, we could

use the same sort of threat I'd used on Ann to get her to cooperate.



    I was surprised that Ann was willing, even enthusiastic about the photo

idea; after all, the photos of her and Bill had to hold some bad memories. But

she was absolutely giggling at the idea, saying that "what was good for

catching one prissy little bitch ought to work well on another."



    They planned to meet on a Saturday afternoon, around 3:00pm, and for Mattie

to stay that night. I'd never even been in the main house, let alone Ann's

room, and I wanted to break-in her bed that morning, before the party with

Mattie began. She was extremely willing, so we spent the hours between 10:00am

and noon joyously fondling and humping in her flowery bed. I only let myself

come once, though, as I wanted to save my strength for the evening.



    What a room! Everything in it looked extremely expensive, from the frilly

canopy bed to the textured wallpaper to the solid oak, antique furniture. The

carpeting was rich, lush wool, which made the room whisper quiet. Except for

the sounds we made, of course.



    Ann had finished a particularly vigorous cocksucking session, my come now

dribbling out the sides of her grinning mouth and dripping onto her tits, when

the princess phone (naturally) next to her bed rang. Since I was in an impish

mood I began tonguing her snatch while she tried to talk on the phone.



    "Um, he-hello," she said, then grinned and tried to push my head away, "Oh,

hi Mattie." She said the name with emphasis, as if to tell me this was too

important and I should stop; I sucked her harder. "Um, no, no I'm fine, uh, I

just ran upstairs and, uhhhhh, I'm a little out of br-breath. Sure, you can

come... come early. When? F-Fine, see you at one then..."



    She hung up and then playfully slapped the top of my head. "Oh, you crud!

If, uh, if, uh, if she th-thought you w-were here she, mmmmmmmmmm, oh fuck

it... go, baby, go..." She pressed my head into her cunt and started to come

again.



    We only had an hour, and Ann wanted to make sure the room was sufficiently

aired out (and her pussy was dry) before Mattie got there, so we stopped and

cleaned up.



    Mattie arrived right on time, Ann rushing downstairs to let her in. I was

amused and excited to see Ann so eager for this. I found myself a reasonably

comfortable position in the closet, readied my camera, and left the door open a

crack. Soon thereafter I heard them coming up the stairs.



    Not much happened in the first few hours.



    The closet idea had sounded fine, but in practice it was a pain. Four

o'clock that afternoon found me rather cramped and trying to remain silent

while the girls sat and did homework. Ann had tried on several occasions to get

the conversation into the sexual arena, but Mattie was pretty worried about her

economics class and was hard to distract. She had not come dressed to play

either, wearing a sweatshirt and jeans. Ann looked like a cute little babydoll

in her frilly robe, and I knew from recent personal experience that she wore

nothing underneath.



    Finally, Ann did what my mind had been screaming for her to do for the last

hour -- she loosened her robe so that Mattie could get a glimpse of her tits if

she tried to. Ann leaned forward on the bed, ostensively to make a note from

her schoolbook, but her tits almost spilled out and Mattie could not help but

see.



    "Gee, Ann, you're about to lose your robe," Mattie said. Mattie had a voice

that was almost indistinguishable from Susan Saint James, though she looked

nothing like her. Now there was a slight tension in that voice -- at least I

thought there was.



    "Well, we've seen it all in PE, haven't we? Frankly, I'm a little warm in

this anyway -- I think I'll put on a T shirt..."



    She walked to the closet, dropping her robe. I jumped for a second when I

realized that she planned to open the door, but had to notice that Mattie was

staring at her naked body as she walked by. Ann was right, Mattie's interest in

her was definitely still alive and definitely sexual.



    Ann threw the closet door open and stood before me, naked, her body

blocking the view that Mattie would otherwise have had of me crouching among

the shoes and boxes. She smiled down at me and winked, then ran her tongue over

her lips and flashed me a look of pure lust. My dick became hard, of course,

which made me very uncomfortable. She smiled again, as if that was her little

prank on me.



    She drew out a knee-length T-shirt, black with a white cat face on it, and

closed the door (not quite all the way, of course). Still nude, she walked to

the center of the room and held the T-shirt up to her chest.



    "Isn't this great? I had it made at that place near Sherman's. The gal hand

painted it and everything..." Ann lifted it to slip it over her head, then

feigned a little trouble untangling the material -- all to give Mattie plenty

of time to look.



    Mattie stared on appreciatively. Her lips formed a silent little pucker at

Ann's exposed pussy and tits. I was looking at Mattie, and was realizing just

how lovely a girl she was. She had very looks very much like Ann Margaret,

though she was a bit more busty and her hair was a deeper shade of red. Like

most guys, I had really only noticed her large breasts before, which were hard

to overlook, but as she was dressed in a shapeless sweatshirt and posed in

profile, from my vantage point, I had an opportunity to really see her face. I

hoped all the more that this evening went as Ann and I had planned.



    "Much better," Ann said. "Gee, I hope you brought something else to wear.

It can get warm in the evening, especially upstairs in this house."



    "No," Mattie said, still staring, "I'm afraid this is it. I guess I'll just

have to sweat."



    "Heavens, no," Ann exclaimed, stepping back to the closet, "I'm sure I have

something you can wear..."



    As Ann opened the closet, again hiding me with her body and again flashing

me one of her famous boner-producing looks, I heard Mattie behind her: "Well,

we're not exactly the same size, Ann, you know."



    "Up top," Ann said, sliding the hangers one by one. "But I'll find

something. You're going to die in that."



    Ann winked at me again and I had to stifle a laugh at what she had chosen.

It was a negligee that would leave little to the imagination on Ann, let alone

buxom Mattie. I bit my hand to keep silent.



    "Here, Ann said, turning and closing the closet partway again, "this will

look fantastic on you."



    Mattie took the hanger. "This is way too small. I'll pop out the top if I

don't ruin it."



    "It'll be fine," Ann said. When Mattie made no move to put it on she

sighed. "Mattie, give it a try. Don't be so prissy."



    "Prissy? Shit..." Mattie pulled her sweatshirt over her head in one motion,

revealing a quite simple white cotton bra underneath. Her breasts, 36's at

least and perhaps more, were held fast by the bra, which was probably the only

kind she could get to fit her. She unsnapped her jeans and slid them off,

almost looking me right in the eye for a moment, then stood there, magnificent

in her white underwear, arranging the negligee and preparing to pull it on.



    Ann sighed again. "That's not exactly meant to be worn with underwear, you

know."



    Mattie stopped and looked Ann right in the eye for a moment. "What are you

up to, Ann? Trying to get my clothes off?"



    "I see what you're got every day in gym. Why would I be trying to do that

now?" Ann's face was calm and assured. "Maybe I make you uncomfortable? I never

did before."



    Without another word, Mattie reached around and unsnapped her bra with one

hand. The elastic of the brastrap twanged and the bra flew away from her chest,

reveling a truly impressive set of tits. Jugs that large usually sag to some

degree, but Mattie's hung just enough to give you a sense of their mass. They

were full, proud, and ripe, and her youth made them firm. Her nipples were

small, especially for those breasts, and they sat high, almost like cherries on

a Sunday. Freckles lightly dotted the tops of both breasts. I was in awe.



    Next came her panties. She stepped out of them without bending much, just

dropped the panties and lifted one foot, reaching back to snag the panties with

her right hand, her eyes never leaving Ann's. Her pussy hair was so fine as to

be virtually nonexistent. More freckles dotted the tops of her thighs, stopping

abruptly at the panty line. Her skin was milky white. She was magnificent, like

an amazon, her long red hair in a cloud around her head. She really looked

every bit the playboy playmate -- large, firm breasts, slim waist, round, tight

ass, long shapely legs. Her skin was smooth and fair -- and with that red hair

and her intensely youthful looks she was like a buxom Irish serving girl. She

seemed to stand there for hours, motionless, though I'm sure it was just a

moment or two before she spoke.



    "OK, Ann. Was this what you wanted?"



    Ann smiled that warm you're-my-friend smile and Mattie smiled back in the

same way, like a secret handshake. "I thought you were going to try on the

camisole."



    "You know it won't fit." Again, that smile.



    "Hmmm. I guess not. Well, we could swap..." and with that she pulled the

T-shirt over her head in one smooth motion. Both women now stood naked, and Ann

took a step toward Mattie, her hand extended, holding the T-shirt.



    Then I made a mistake. I clicked off a shot. The room, silent as the grave

with all that wool carpet insulating it against outside sound, fairly echoed

with the click of the shutter. All of a sudden Mattie grabbed the T-shirt and

held it up to her chest.



    "What was that!" she said, turning around.



    "What was what?" Ann asked, touching her shoulder and trying to sound calm.



    "I heard a clicking sound. God, it sounded like a camera." Mattie stepped

to the window and peeked around the curtains.



    "Oh, that," Ann said, and here she impressed me with the deftness of her

lie. "That's my dad's burglar alarm system. There are little switches

everywhere and sometimes they make noise. It wakes you up at night until you

get used to it. It's kind of spooky sometimes. Here..." She stepped to the

stereo, flashing me an exasperated look, and turned the radio on to a

smooth-sounding, jazzy station. "This is how I drown it out when I'm home

alone..."



    Mattie had turned back from the window, and was watching Ann's lovely,

lithe body as she bent to the stereo. When Ann turned to face her, their eyes

locked again and there was another heavy moment of silence, with just the music

to fill the space. Mattie still held the T- shirt in from of her, but Ann stood

completely naked, and seemed quite comfortable.



    "Ann," Mattie began, "I get the feeling that something is going on here,

but I don't understand."



    "Don't you?" Ann's voice was suddenly serious, and sultry. "I wonder. You

remember the time we watched those porny movies in the garage?"



    "Sure," Mattie said, dropping her eyes. "The guy with the big dong and that

girl who looked like a drug addict."



    "No, the other one," Ann said, crossing to sit on the bed. She had not told

me about any other film. This was interesting.



    "Um, yeah. We didn't watch all of that one. Susie got grossed out."



    "But you wanted to watch it."



    "No, I..."



    "C'mon, Mattie. We've known each other for a long time. When I showed that

movie of the two women making love I already knew what was on it."



    Mattie looked up, surprised.



    "Don't you think I'd watched them before? And since?"



    "I didn't think about that. So you knew..."



    "I knew it was a lesbian film. I knew it would turn you on -- no, don't say

anything." Ann leaned over and touched Mattie on the arm, a light, loving touch

that made Mattie wince. "It turned me on, too."



    "I like boys, Ann," Mattie said quietly, her eyes full of tears.



    "So do I. But I like you, too. I like you a lot." Ann stood and put her

hands on Mattie's shoulders, then let then slide down to her breasts. With the

music playing I could now take as many shots as I liked with no fear off being

heard. I clicked off two almost immediately. I had nearly come unaided when Ann

touched Mattie's breasts; I definitely wanted this moment preserved in

pictures.



    Mattie's face was turned away, but she dropped the T-shirt and brought her

hands up to Ann's breasts and began to stroke them. Ann pulled her toward the

bed, gently, and Mattie did not resist.



    Women make love slowly. I'd never seen it before, and I was fascinated by

the smoothness, the grace with which the breasts, the legs the necks, the arms,

the tummies slide and intermingle. They spent the longest time just kissing,

just licking nipples and stroking thighs. I was struck by how different these

two girls were; both beautiful, but in totally different ways. Ann was like a

fashion model: long limbed, slim, with high cheek bones and graceful hands.

Mattie was like a centerfold: large, full breasts, hourglass figure, soft, full

lips, and a perpetually sexy look. After what seemed like an hour, Mattie was

completely enraptured by Ann and I think Ann was fulfilling a fantasy all her

own. Ann finally lowered her head to Mattie's pussy, parting her legs ahead of

time to give me a good look at her pretty cunt, and for a moment Mattie seemed

about to stop everything. She put a hand on Ann's shoulder.



    "No... No, you don't have to do that." Mattie smiled and brushed some stray

hairs, and perhaps a few tears, from her eyes. "This has made me so happy, Ann,

really, but I can't ask you to... to..."



    "To thuck your widdow puthy?" Ann said, in baby-talk.



    They both giggled like little girls.



    "God, Ann, you don't pull any punches," Mattie said, blushing.



    "Why should I? We're loving each other, and you want me to suck it, and I

want to suck it. So why not?"



    "You mean it? You really want to?" Mattie's face looked hopeful and

incredulous.



    Ann answered by lowering her face to Mattie's snatch. I could not see what

Ann was doing, since the back of her head was to me, but from the look of

ecstasy on Mattie's face as she writhed and moaned it must have been the right

stuff. Again, Ann took her time, her head describing slow, sensuous circles.

Then, suddenly, she picked up the pace sharply, and began to literally fuck

Mattie's pussy with her face. Her hands were also doing something in there, I

assumed she was fingering her, and Mattie's breasts began to heave mightily as

her orgasm approached. Ann usually flushed red in her chest and face when she

was close to coming, but Mattie did the just opposite, her face becoming

slightly paler just before she began to come.



    And come she did. We were fortunate there was no one in the house. Mattie

really wailed.



    "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, Annie, Annie, oh, sweet... Doooooooooooooo it!

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Mattie cried, her back arching, thrusting her big

tits into the air. She had grabbed onto Ann's hair and was grinding her face

into her pussy. Then she subsided, and quickly pulled Ann up into a tight hug,

Mattie sobbing tears of complete joy.



    "Oh, Ann. Sis, that was incredible. Oh, thank you, thank you..."



    Sis? Interesting. I'd been clicking off shots all along, of course. I

checked my camera. I was out of film.





                         I-I Blackmailing the Queen I-I



                    [Chapter 11 -- Mattie Meets Sir Richard]



    They lay together for a few minutes in silence, Ann rubbing Mattie's

breasts gently while Mattie breathed deeply with her eyes closed. Then Ann

began to speak.



    "Was that your first time?"



    Mattie opened her eyes. "Yes. I've, you know, done things with my hands

before..."



    "Masturbated yourself?"



    "Uh-huh. But I've never had an orgasm with another person. Not a boy or a

girl." Mattie seemed to be talking almost like a child. She was staring at Ann

with a look that was something like love, something like awe.



    "What about Katherine?" Ann asked. I assumed Katherine was the girl Ann had

claimed Mattie had had a `fling' with some years before.



    "You knew about that?" Mattie said, not too shocked. "All we did was fool

around a little, you know, curiosity. The most we did was rub our tits

together. I guess she must have told you about it."



    "Katherine has such a flat chest. She must have gotten lost in your big

boobies..." Ann was staring at Mattie's tits as she said this.



    Mattie laughed shyly.



    "What about Philip?" Philip was Mattie's boyfriend.



    "Him? Well, he likes to rub my chest through my sweater, and he likes me to

rub his... thing... with my hands, you know."



    "You don't take him in your mouth?"



    "God, no!" Mattie said, seriously. "He asked me to, but I told him he was

crazy."



    "You give him handjobs."



    Mattie smiled a guilty smile. "Yeah. But that's pretty much all we do. He

asks for more, but I've always been scared. I think he's sort of scared, too.

Sometimes he can't even... finish."



    Another shock. Philip Towne was yet another jock who "got all the pretty

girls," or so we thought. Now I was finding that most of these guys did not

have one tenth the sexual experience I did, and around school I was a nobody.

My whole worldview was changing, or would have been if I was not totally

preoccupied watching those two beautiful women laying naked on the bed

together, stroking each other and talking about sex.



    "I know what you mean," Ann said. "Richard was like that. Now things are

different."



    "Your new guy? He's nice-looking, but he's just..." She seemed to be

searching for a word, and I guess the word today would be "geek" or "zod," but

back then it was probably "nerd." Though I was not really that socially

unacceptable, I was just not a member of the elite that girls like Ann and

Mattie generally confined themselves to. So she stalled when trying to find a

word to categorize me. Ann did not.



    "He's incredible, Mattie. He's the best thing that ever happened to me. He

has a cock you would not believe..."



    "You've... done it with him?" Mattie's voice was filed with amazed

excitement, a giggle barely suppressed.



    "I've done it all with him. I've sucked his cock, I've let him fuck me.

Jesus, I've fucked him. Dozens of times. He's incredible. I can't get enough of

him." Mattie's eyes grew big as saucers, but that look of delight did not

leave. While Ann was saying all this her hand had moved to Mattie's pussy and

was stroking it lightly. "So you're still a virgin, Mattie?"



    "Uh-huh," Mattie replied, beginning to respond to Ann's touch. "Except for

you, nobody has ever touched me... there." Mattie was staring at Ann's hand,

her eyes following its movements.



    "Touched your pussy, you mean? Your cunt? Your box?" Ann was using words to

turn Mattie on, and it was working. Ann's fingers were now rubbing her slit

directly and Mattie responded.



    "Oh, Ann. Yes. My pussy. No one has ever touched my pussy. Oh, my pussy, my

pussy..." Her eyes were closed again and Ann nodded to me with a smile. `She's

ready' she mouthed.



    I quietly tip-toed over to the girls, the music hiding any sound I might

have made. I was wearing only a pair of gym shorts, my cock making a tent out

of the front of them. Ann carefully moved my hand into position and let me take

over stroking Mattie's pussy, in one swift, deft move that made Mattie think it

was still Ann who was doing her.



    Mattie's pussy was soft and downy, as nice as Ann's but different in some

way. Up close I could see that she had fine red hair above her slit, but it was

extremely sparse, almost invisible. She parted her legs as I began to finger

her clit, and moaned as Ann placed one hand on her breast. I was surprised that

we were able to do this for several minutes without Mattie catching on.



    Then Ann placed her other hand on Mattie's other breast. She was kneading

both nipples while I fingered Mattie's hot box, and still Mattie did not seem

to realize immediately that there were now three hands fondling her. Her pussy

was getting wetter, her legs were spreading wider, and her hips were just

starting to move.



    Then, suddenly, she realized what was happening.



    Her eyes snapped open, and she made a little "Huh!" sound and lurched

toward the wall, dragging the bedspread with her.



    "God! God, Ann!" Mattie was almost screaming, except that her voice seemed

to have left her and she was gasping at us. "Get out of here! Jesus! I can't

believe this!" She was staring at me, eyes full of rage and fear.



    I glanced at Ann. Incredibly, she was smiling -- she seemed to be enjoying

this scene. She reached out to put her hand on Mattie's shoulder -- Mattie

recoiled, but the wall kept her from backing away -- and began to speak in

soothing tones.



    "Calm down, Mattie, no one is going to hurt you. We just want to make you

feel good..."



    "Get him OUT OF HERE!" Mattie screamed, her voice now back to it's full

volume. "I can't believe this -- you people are sick! This is rape, do you know

that? Rape!"



    "Now, now, don't jump to conclusions. I'll tell you what, you hear us out,

and if you still want to leave, you can. OK?" Ann was really taking charge; and

I felt so turned on by her I wanted to whisk her off to our love nest and fuck

her silly.



    "Conclusions! He had his HAND in my... God, Ann! I'm going to call the

police!" Mattie was hysterical, but I noticed that she was glancing quite

frequently at my bulging gym shorts. Ann noticed it too.



    "Fine, fine, you do that. After we have our say. Deal?"



    "Oh, right, Ann, whatever." She was covering herself with the bedspread,

but most of one breast was still exposed, and I could see her nipple was erect.



    "We are into sexual play, sexual adventure, Mattie, and we thought we'd

like to share a little of the good stuff with you," Ann began, sounding as

though she'd thought all this out ahead of time. I was impressed. "You're

probably my best friend, after all, and I want to share my..."



    "Friend. That's a laugh." Mattie glared, but could not help staring at

Ann's still-naked body.



    "Well, now, you don't know some things that I do, so maybe you are not the

best judge." Ann smiled at me. "Why don't you introduce Mattie to Sir Richard?"



    "My pleasure," I said, and slipped by gym shorts down below my balls. My

cock, fully erect and throbbing in the warm air, stood out proudly for all to

see. Ann reached out to touch "him" and began to stroke the shaft lovingly. I

dropped the shorts the rest of the way to the floor and stepped out of them,

then dropped to my knees on the edge of the bed, my knees spread wide to give

Ann access to my balls. Mattie tried to back away farther, but her eyes were

glued to my dick.



    "See, Mattie? Isn't Sir Richard beautiful?"



    "God," Mattie said, staring, "you take that inside you? He must be a foot

long." Her eyes were exaggerating, of course.



    "Mmmmmmm, yes. Every chance I get." Ann was staring at my cock, and I

motioned with my eyes back to Mattie. Don't forget Mattie, Ann, I was trying to

say. She seemed ready to forget the whole thing and suck me off right there.

Her eyes registered my look and she snapped out of it.



    "Now, Mattie," she said, looking her in the eyes. "You can't tell me you

are not interested in this lovely meat. If you want, we can share him, and we

can enjoy each other too." Ann's voice was back to that warm,

aren't-we-great-friends tone she had used when talking to a member of the

clique.



    Mattie was obviously turned on -- she had let the bedspread drop quite a

bit, and now both nipples were exposed, and standing erect, her long red hair

falling on them. The combination of that view and Ann's stroking had me feeling

very nice. Too nice, in fact. I was afraid I was about to give Mattie a protein

shower...



    "Forget it, Ann," was what she said, her voice very shaky. "I'm getting out

of here." And she began to move toward the foot of the bed. Later Ann and I

would talk about this -- we had both realized that while Mattie wanted

everything we were offering, her fears and her upbringing simply would not

allow her to give in to her own lust.



    Ann grabbed her arm. "Wait, there's more." She looked at me.



    "We did not want to have to do this," I began, stepping away from Ann's

grasp and walking around to the footboard, blocking Mattie's progress and

showing her my stiff cock again. "But I was not in that closet alone."



    "OmiGOD, you mean there are MORE guys in there?" She looked at the closet

with horror.



    "No, no," I chuckled. "I meant I had my camera with me. I took some very

interesting photos of Ann eating that lovely little pussy of yours."



    Mattie blanched white again and pulled the bedspread back up. "Pictures?

That clicking sound..." she said, her voice small again.



    "Yes," Ann said, "and we can develop them ourselves." My ears pricked up at

the "we." "Now, I don't think you'd want copies of those pictures to find their

way onto Mr. Weismann's bulletin board, would you?" Weismann was the drama

teacher.



    "No," Mattie whispered. "But neither would you, Ann. How can you do this?"

There were tears in her eyes, but she was still staring at my cock and Ann's

tits, occasionally running her pink tongue over her lips.



    "It would not bother me a bit. Besides, the back of my head was to the

camera most of the time. They might guess at me, but I'd assume you are very

recognizable."



    "Easily," I said.



    "As to how I can do this, well, let me tell you, Mattie, my love: for as

long as I can remember we, all of us in the ANTD club, have thought we were so

much better than everyone else. But we were missing out. We were kidding

ourselves. I would not trade my man for the whole bunch of them, and I want you

to understand why. What life is all about."



    "Sex is not what life is all about, Ann," Mattie said, but her voice lacked

any sort of conviction.



    "Spoken like a true virgin. How can you criticize what you've never had?

Let me tell you, once you've had Sir Richard in you, you'll sing a different

aria all together."



    As with Ann before, Mattie sat thinking for several minutes. As though she

was turning the options over and over in her mind. Part of her wanted to join

our party, of course. Her nipples and her gaze said that. But she was held back

by the basic moral forces that had kept her a virgin, and these were strong

indeed. Now she was faced with a threat. Would she see this as a way to have

her fun without blaming herself for it? That was what Ann had done, I was sure.



    "If I don't do what you want," she began, slowly, thinking it through,

"He'll show those pictures around school?"



    "I will," Ann said, surprising me.



    Finally, Mattie sighed. "OK, what do you want? What do I have to do?" Her

tears had dried, but her face held an enigmatic expression. Was she yielding to

rape, or to her own feelings of lust? My mind was reeling. We had her! Soon my

cock would be between those lips, and buried in that cunt.



    "Do?" Ann said. "Why, all you have to do is enjoy yourself. Is that so

bad?"



    "I meant, how far do I have to go? How much do I have to do?" Mattie's eyes

were nervous, excited.



    Ann smiled and reached behind her to stroke my cock again. "Everything,

Mattie. You have to do everything."





                         I-I Blackmailing the Queen I-I



                        [Chapter 12 -- Educating Mattie]



    We began slowly, as they had. We laid Mattie on her back, and Ann knelt

between her thighs and began to lick her pussy, lightly. I laid next to Mattie,

and stroked her big tits while sucking those cute little nipples. I could feel,

almost hear her heart pounding through that lovely flesh.



    Ann reached up and put Mattie's hand on my cock. Mattie gasped, but wrapped

her long fingers around it and stared down past my head. "Feel him, stroke

him," Ann whispered, then went back to her licking. Mattie did as she was told,

and soon a drop of precum oozed out over her index finger. "Is this OK?" she

whispered, mesmerized. She seemed to be toying with my cock, gauging its size

and heft.



    "Fine," I said, gently stroking her face, "we're all warming up."



    "Oh," she said, and continued stroking. She closed her eyes and shuddered

as Ann licked her vigorously, then opened them again when Ann stopped abruptly.



    "I want to teach you something fun," Ann said, and began to move us into

new positions. She put me on my back, and arranged Mattie to my left, herself

to my right, both of their faces at cock level. I knew what came next, and sat

back with my head on the pillows to enjoy the first double blowjob of my life.



    Ann began to jack my shaft, then slowly took the head of my cock into her

wet mouth, swirling her tongue as she did. Mattie bit her lower lip then

brushed the wisps of her red hair from her eyes and looked closer. Ann rolled

her eyes and slid my cock into her mouth, taking me about halfway.



    "How can you fit it so far?" Mattie whispered. "He's so big. God, he makes

Philip look like a crayon."



    Ann let my cock slide out and kissed the head. "I can take him all the way,

Mattie, and so will you when I teach you how. But first, why don't you taste

him?"



    Mattie hesitated. She'd never had a dick in her mouth, might not have even

seen one in good light before. She stuck her tongue out, rather hesitantly, and

stroked the side of my cock with just the tip. Not much of a lick, but the idea

that it was her first was electrifying. My cock pulsed.



    "Oooo, he likes you," Ann said. "Now, do it like this..." She took just the

head of my cock in her mouth, and gave it a series of little suck-nips, then

stuck her tongue out and swirled in over my glans. Next she wetly slid the head

into her mouth and bobbed a few times. Then she repeated the whole thing,

three, four times. I was quite familiar with this, of course -- it was a

favorite of ours. She could do it for an hour without making me come. "Now, you

try it."



    Mattie took my shaft in her hand and took the head in her mouth. Her mouth

was a bit larger than Ann's so her lips pursed when she nipped me, trying to

mimic Ann's loving lips. Her tongue was also a tad larger, so the swirl on the

glans was slower, and thicker, but heavenly. Even from these early experiments

I could tell that Mattie had a mouth made for cocksucking -- even more so than

Ann's. A little pulse of precum oozed out into her mouth as she began to bob up

and down, and she moaned.



    "Oooo, I think she likes it," Ann said to me, winking. Mattie said nothing,

but continued to suck my cock. "Don't be a piggy," Ann said, and gently pulled

my dick away from Mattie's mouth and started to suck me herself.



    Mattie looked at Ann sucking me, then looked up at me, her lips wet with

her own saliva. Her expression was hard to gauge, sort of a mix of wonder and

nervousness, but I could tell she was also watching my reaction to Ann's

ministrations, as though she wondered how it felt. I blew her a little kiss,

and she gave me a nervous smile.



    Ann handed me back to Mattie, who did not hesitate to take me back into her

mouth. They did this for perhaps fifteen minutes, each sucking me in turn as my

precum oozed and I felt myself getting closer and closer to a major orgasm.



    Ann knew my every signal, having experienced dozens of my orgasms, up close

and personal. She could tell I was going to come soon, and my face must have

told her that this one was going to be gallons.



    Ann took me halfway down her throat, then began to stroke deeply, deeper on

each stroke, until I was buried in her throat to the hilt. "My god," Mattie

whispered, watching my dick disappear in Ann's lovely throat. Ann moaned in

pleasure then let my cock, all but ready to explode, slide out of her mouth and

into the air.



    "Hey," I said, breathless, "don't stop..."



    "Mattie's turn," Ann said, and pushed Mattie to take my cock in again.



    "I can't do that," Mattie said, then opened her mouth and took just the

head in, sloshing her tongue around.



    "Take as much as you can," Ann said, stroking Mattie's hair. "Relax your

throat, try not to gag. Breathe on the outstroke and hold your breath when you

take him in. Let his precum coat your throat..."



    Mattie did her best, which was good enough. She took me about 4 inches deep

after trying several times. Then she began to bob her head, her hair gently

dancing around her face. I could hear her breath hissing on each upstroke, and

her saliva started to run down the shaft. All at once I felt myself sink into

her mouth another inch, breaching her throat, and I began to come.



    I groaned, Mattie's mouth felt so hot and smooth and good, then felt my

first spurt go down her throat. Mattie, unsure of herself, began quickly to

withdraw. My second spurt landed in her mouth, right on her tongue, and my

third hit her square on the nose, spraying little droplets all over her face

and hair. Ann giggled and quickly took my cockhead into her mouth, greedily

sucking down the rest of my come.



    Ann looked like she was in heaven, rolling my deflating cock around in her

mouth, cleaning and milking it as she always did. Mattie looked stunned,

comelets dripping from her face and hair. Her mouth was slightly open, and I

could see a small pool of my come just behind her lower teeth, unswallowed. She

was staring at Ann's attention to my cock, watching my hard shaft turning into

a thick hose as Ann bathed and sucked the head. All at once Mattie swallowed

the come in her mouth, and bent down to lick my balls and scrotum. Ann noticed

that she had been joined my Mattie, and began to stroke her breasts lovingly.



    After the girls were done with my dong, they started in on each other,

talking in low tones as they rubbed each other's tits and pussies.



    "God, Ann, you really get into it, ahhhhhh," Mattie said, writhing under

Ann's talented hands.



    "You should see your face," Ann said, and began to lick the cum drops away,

snaking her tongue over Mattie's flesh.



    "What happens now?" Mattie asked, and Ann smiled at her and moved into a

sixty-nine position, her pussy poised over Mattie's face, her face already

licking away at Mattie's cunt. Between licks, Ann said, "We'll do each other

while he rests for a while. Then we'll fuck him."



    "Oh," Mattie said, her voice slightly quivery, "OK." Then she began to

tentatively lick Ann's pussy.



    I had come very strongly, so I knew it would be at least 20 minutes before

I could rejoin the action. I'd thought about giving Mattie pointers on eating

Ann's pussy, returning Ann's favor, but there seemed to be no need. Mattie had

picked up the essentials from watching Ann do her pussy earlier, and Ann seemed

perfectly happy with the job she was doing.



    I was hard again before I thought I would be -- watching the girls doing

each other with such passion probably helped. Ann had come twice and Mattie

three times when my cock stood proud again, ready for more.



    "Looks like the knight rides again, girls."



    Ann looked up from Mattie's pussy, her cheeks wet with come, and smiled.

Mattie looked to, but her face was pale and nervous.



    "Let's get to it, love," Ann said, either to me or to Mattie, and pushed me

back on my back again, crawling aside me. "Suck him a little, Mattie, to get

him nice and wet while I get this pillow under him," Ann said, very

matter-of-factly, and Mattie obeyed. She had learned well, and took my cock

about halfway in almost immediately, bobbing and sucking like she'd been doing

it for years. Ann slid one of her bed pillows under my ass, then took Mattie by

the arm and had her sit near my head, her breasts in easy range of my mouth.



    "Now," Ann said, closing her eyes and grasping my cock, straddling me and

inserting the head just past her labia. "I'm going to fuck him for a while, and

he can suck your nice titties while I do it." Ann was so totally caught up in

the moment that I don't think I could have stopped her if I had wanted to. She

sighed deeply as she slid my cock into her tight young cunt.



    "God," Mattie said. "Doesn't that hurt?"



    "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," Ann moaned, "So good. Oh, Mattie it's so good..."



    Mattie was slightly hunched over, pressing her breast against my face and

watching my dick slide into Ann, slowly, deeply.



    "So good, baby," Ann said. "I love your cock, I really love your cock.

Doesn't she have nice tits, baby?" Ann reached out and stroked my chest as she

fucked me.



    "Yes," I said, and kissed Mattie's hard left nipple.



    "And a hot mouth?" Ann was almost delirious, sliding her wet pussy up and

down on my dick.



    "Very hot," I said, watching her. "You taught her well."



    "And her pussy is sooooooo sweet. You want to fuck her pussy, baby?"



    "I'd love to, Ann. But not until Miss Kitty gets her fill."



    Mattie was staring at Ann's pussy and my cock, her eyes almost glazed as

she muttered: "Miss Kitty?"



    "Kitty," Ann said, breathlessly, "as in pussy. Richard as in dick. You

won't believe how good this feels, Mattie..."



    "I can't believe it fits," Mattie said, almost whispering.



    "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," Ann said, an orgasm just starting, "it fiiiiiiiiits. Oh,

it fiiiiiiiiits so fiiiiiiiiiiiine..." And then she came, her hips rolling and

bucking. I could have come easily, but I held back with all my will. I knew

that Ann wanted me ready for Mattie right away. Mattie almost recoiled at the

strength of Ann's orgasm.



    When it had passed, Ann bent over and kissed me passionately. "Thank you,

love. And thank you for waiting for Mattie."



    "It wasn't easy." I smiled.



    Ann slid my still-rigid dick out of her, and swung her leg over, coming to

rest at my hip. "Your turn, Mattie. Time to lose your little cherry."



    Mattie bit her lip. "I don't know if I'm ready, Ann. He's so damn big." She

looked at Ann intensely. "I'm awfully scared."



    "You're ready," Ann said. "But I think you'd better lay on your back." And

with that she pushed Mattie back on her back, and began to spread her legs for

me.





                         I-I Blackmailing the Queen I-I



                        [Chapter 13 -- Mattie's Cherry]



    Mattie's eyes were closed tightly as Ann spread her legs. She gave no

resistance, but she looked plainly terrified. My dick was hard and ready, and I

had poised myself at her cute little opening, but I was having second thoughts.

Mattie looked much more scared than Ann ever had. I looked at Ann, a question

in my eyes.



    "Mattie, relax," Ann said. "People have been doing this for centuries, you

know. It's no big mystery."



    Mattie opened her eyes, looked down, and saw my erect cock, the tip just a

half inch away from where her labia parted. "It's going to hurt. He's too big.

He's twice, three times the size of Philip's. I'm scared."



    Ann reached down and fingered Mattie's pussy a little. "You're also as wet

as Seattle, girl. He'll take his time. You'll like it. Just try to relax your

muscles."



    Ann moved out of the way and I moved up, touching my cockhead to her clit.

Mattie jumped a little, then closed her eyes again. I began to run the head of

my cock up and down her slit, feeling her get wetter and wetter, and watching

her small labia begin to part.



    "OK," she said, breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth,

her bit breasts heaving with each breath. "OK, but slowly, please. Take

it...take it slowly..."



    I pushed just the head of my cock into her pussy, and we both jerked.

Mattie let out a little yelp of pain, but I had jerked at the pleasure of how

incredibly tight she was. Ann had a terrific pussy, but Mattie's was like a

vise. I began to wonder myself if this was going to work.



    I began to rock back and forth, slowly, letting the head of my cock slip in

and out of her cunt. After a while, she got into it, pointing her toes and

rocking her hips. Her lips were slightly parted and her breathing was deep and

slow. I reached down with my thumb and stroked her clit a few times and she

moaned. Ann began to stroke her breasts, pulling and tweaking her nipples, and

Mattie smiled ever so slightly.



    We kept this up for a long while, me just barely penetrating her while

stroking her clit, while Ann sucked and stroked her nipples. I had reached

around with my free hand to stroke Ann's pussy for a while, but she moved out

of reach. She wanted me to concentrate on her friend.



    After a time Mattie's pussy felt a little looser. Not much, but I assumed

it was all I was going to get until I pried it open myself. I let my cock slide

in about an inch, maybe less. Again, Mattie and I gasped together. This was

like trying to fuck a soda straw. I could feel that my cockhead was hitting her

hymen -- it felt like a little string stretched from one pussy wall to the

other. I began to press against it on each stroke, and Mattie really began to

feel it.



    "Uh, oh God Ann he's too much. Oh, no, no, he's t-t-tearing me apart. Oh,

easy, oh, God, Ann please please, oh..."



    Then her hymen broke, and my cock slid in another inch.



    Mattie screamed. I stopped all progress, but did not pull out. Ann began to

stroke her face and kiss her. "That was the worst part, Mattie, and it's over."



    Tears were streaming down her face. "That was m-my ch-cherry, Ann?"



    "Yes. It's gone, love." Ann smiled warmly at her.



    Mattie's tears flowed as she stared back at Ann. I looked down at my cock,

most of it still outside, and wondered.



    "Look, Mattie, if this is too much for you..." I began, but Mattie cut me

off.



    "No," she said, smiling now, staring at Ann's face, "we've gone this far.

Let's do it."



    I leaned over, took a nipple in my mouth, and began to fuck her, Shallowly

at first, of course, but with a clear intention to bury my dick in her tight

pussy.



    I swear it took an hour. Every half inch I gained took her five minutes to

get used to. She was holding my head to her breast, and grasping Ann's hand in

hers. By the time I was halfway in, she was coming in a long stream of little

orgasms.



    "Ommmmmmmmmmmmmmm, Oh, Ann it's so... ohhhhhhhhhhh God it's so good..."



    Finally, I took a deep breath and slid my dick all the way to the hilt.

Mattie grimaced and hissed in a deep breath, but she did not scream. I began to

fuck her for real.



    Mattie's pussy was the most fantastic thing I had ever felt. It was this

perfect, smooth, tight velvet sheath. The soft little hairs, invisible to the

eye, that surrounded her tiny hole were tickling my balls on every stroke.

Every time Mattie moved her leg or twitched her hips I felt the vibrations on

every molecule of my cock. I swear I could even feel the vibrations of her

heartbeat through that incredible pussy.



    When I was finally ready to come, Mattie was rocking her hips violently and

clasping her legs behind my butt, pulling me in. She looked barely conscious,

her eyelids fluttering, her eyes rolling around, her face very white.



    I was in pure ecstasy. It was like she had me in her fist, and was

squeezing with all her might, except that this fist was soft and yielding; the

smoothest, wettest, warmest thing on earth.



    Mattie rolled into another orgasm, this one the biggest of all, her back

arching, her thighs tense as steel. Her voice was a whisper building to a

scream: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Yesssssssssss, oh, fuck fuck fuck fuck..." Then her

thighs began to relax, though she was still coming and coming.



    "I'm going to come, Ann, " I said, and Ann deftly leaned over us and

slipped my cock from Mattie's pussy, in the same motion sliding it into her

mouth. We didn't want to get Mattie pregnant, but I had to moan a little at

leaving that perfect hole.



    Mattie groaned and Ann began to finger her, to finish off her orgasm while

I came in her mouth. My cock pulsed and jumped in her hand, and I poured what

felt like my entire being out through my dick and into her mouth. She moaned,

swallowing every drop, then motioned for me to suck Mattie's pussy until she

finished coming, which I gladly did.



    We collapsed into a heap after that, Mattie on her back, Ann resting her

head on Mattie's left breast, me laying between Mattie's spread legs, resting

my head on her pussy hair. We slept for a while, utterly sated.



    When I awoke, I rose and put my shorts back on. I checked the clock: We'd

fucked for an hour and then slept for two.



    "Where are you going," Ann said, rubbing her eyes.



    "Don't leave," Mattie said, a pleading in her voice, her eyes staring at my

crotch.



    I smiled. "Don't worry, girls. I'm just going to go downstairs and fix us

all something to eat. You two can relax and... whatever."



    "What's next?" Ann asked, smiling sleepily. "You said something about a

fantasy?"



    I had to think for a moment -- oh yes, I'd told Ann I'd had a fantasy about

tit-fucking Mattie. I was just being sarcastic when I said that, but looking at

Mattie there on the bed, her big tits shifting their weight as she breathed, I

could imagine my dick sliding between those glorious melons and into her

now-educated mouth. Not a bad idea.



    "Yeah," I said, "Maybe you can get things, uh, ready for me, Ann." She

smiled and began to lick between those incredible tits, to show me that she

knew what I mean.



    As I left the room, I heard Mattie say:



    "Oh, thank you, Ann. God, that was great. You were so right. Do you think

he'll fuck me again? How can I ever repay you?"



    I heard them moving and Mattie giggled brightly.



    "Right here," Ann said. "Lick me right here..."



    So,



    The queen of the high school elite was mine, and now she had given me one

of her ladies-in-waiting to play with. Ann arranged to get the pill for Mattie,

who was eager to feel me come inside her since Ann had described the experience

so glowingly to her. For the rest of the school year, and most of the summer

that followed, Ann, Mattie, and I enjoyed a sexual romp. Ann and I did bring

Mattie into our secret apartment, since she seemed totally won over to us, and

we spent many an afternoon, all three of us fucking and sucking and coming. Our

senior grades were not the best, but it was sure worth it.



    During that time I found that Mattie and I got closer and closer, in bed

and out. Ann understood this, perhaps better than we did, and seemed to

encourage it. Mattie fell in love with me, and I thought that I might be

feeling something for her too.



    After the summer that followed graduation, Ann's family sent her to a

high-priced college in the east. She did not protest, knowing that something

was growing between Mattie and I. At first, she'd come back for all the

holidays and the three of us would meet at the apartment for an afternoon of

sex. Those were some of the best sessions ever -- absence makes the heart grow

fonder, I guess, and Ann was learning all sorts of new things at the frat

parties she was attending. She even started wanting me to fuck her in the ass,

though we only did that once, Mattie refusing to try it after seeing what Ann

went through. Eventually, of course, Ann got involved with someone seriously,

and our times together ended.



    Mattie stayed, and we eventually got married. We now live a blissful life

together, the sex is still incredible and Mattie's pussy is as tight as it was

when she was 16. She has become even better at sucking cock than Ann was. Ann

has become a very successful businesswoman, working for a firm that builds

civic projects (dams, parks, and so forth). Since her divorce, and whenever

she's back in town, she stays with me and Mattie, and for a few days or a week,

it's just like old times...



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