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                   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 Phillip?"  Phillip 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.  Phillip 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 lieing 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 supressed.

"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 suprised 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 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."


---to be continued....