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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 suprise 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 mischeviously, "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 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 exciteing 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 courderoy 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 gracfully 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 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.

---to be continued....