Unknown - Blackmailing the Queen

I had to admit that I was pretty shocked. I thought nothing would suprise 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 fo 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…

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 girl's 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.

– More – [C]ontinue, [S]top, [N]onStop: n 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 suprised 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 absolutuly 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 tongueing 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, obstensively 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 put on a T shirt…"

She walked to the closet, dropping her robe. I jumped for a second when I relalized 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 definitly still alive and definitely sexual.