Unknown - Blackmailing the Queen

"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 dissapointing. 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 becasue 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 fantansy 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.

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 favority thing.

Linda's pussy was very hairy – too hairy, really. And she was very agressive. 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 mintues 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 quivvering like a tuning fork. Her hands pressed my head firmly into her crotch as I sucked her. And she came and came and came.