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 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 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...

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[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.

It's been awhile since we've Jenna around these parts. Too long really. But they say, patience has it's virtues, and I'm here to say that in this case, it proves to be true...Jenna's body is goddess-like.

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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 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 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 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 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.