Unknown - Blackmailing the Queen

"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 belive 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 intruduce 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 memeber 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 everthing 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, my 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 A N T D 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, suprising 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 yeiding 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."

We began slowly, as they had. We laid Mattie on her back, and Ann knelt between her thighs and began to lick her pussy, lightly. I laid next to Mattie, and stroked her big tits while sucking those cute little nipples. I could feel, almost hear her heart pounding through that lovely flesh.

Ann reached up and put Mattie's hand on my cock. Mattie gasped, but wrapped her long fingers around it and stared down past my head. "Feel him, stroke him," Ann whispered, then went back to her licking. Mattie did as she was told, and soon a drop of precome oozed out over her index finger. "Is this OK?" she whispered, mezmerized. She seemed to be toying with my cock, gauging its size and heft.

"Fine," I said, gently stroking her face, "we're all warming up."

"Oh," she said, and continued stroking. She closed her eyes and shuddered as Ann licked her vigorously, then opened them again when Ann stopped abruptly.