She would begin my jacking my shaft with both hands, gently, while she
licked the tip and glans, slavering her tongue all over my dickhead and
allowing a stream of her saliva to trickle down to my balls. Then she’d
suck my balls lightly until the dripping abated, after which she’d
return to the head and lick some more. She was waiting for my precome
ooze to reach the proper state – enough to lubricate my shaft. She had
found that with enough lubrication of this kind she could take me as
deeply as she wanted to, with no discomfort.

We were not on the bed. Through experimentation (wondrous hours of it)
we had found that Ann could suck me best if I sat on the couch, my ass
at the edge, while I lay back. Ann had brought several throw cushions
from the main house (“Nobody uses that guest room anymore anyway”) and
we used them under the small of my back to make things comfortable for
me.

“Second, my friends can find their own pussy. Third, rubbers will not
be acceptable for either of us, believe me, so you go on the pill or
continue to take me in your mouth. Lastly, ’strange’ is in the eye of
the beholder, but I’m not a kinky person. You will continue to do what
I say, however.”

“Pulling out and coming in my mouth is not foolproof.”

“Then get the pill.”

“OK. But I don’t take it… in the ass.”

“We’ll see. What about Randy?”

“He’s a hood ornament. I don’t need him.”

“What about Bill Arnold?”

She looked at me, and for a moment I pitied her. “He’s my only coke
connection. What can I do?”

“You’re off coke, that’s what. Look what it made you do… Besides,
I’m gonna be taking up your free time with other pursuits.”

She stood at the sink again, the light coming through the curtains now
coming from a floodlight outside, and I flashed back to when she was
standing there naked, my come on her chin and her come on her thighs.
Incredibly, I began to get hard again.
“Okay,” she finally said. “It’s a deal.”

“You loved it,” I corrected her.

“Yes, alright, I loved it. And I want it to continue. But we have to
have some ground rules.” She looked at me to gauge my reaction, but I
held my face passive. “OK, first, nobody finds out. Nobody at school
knows anything different is happening between you and me. Second, I
do you, but not your friends – you can’t even tell them. Third, you
bring rubbers so I don’t get pregnant. Fourth, We don’t do anything
strange. You know, like tieing up or whipping or anything like that.”

“What makes you think you’re in a position to make conditions?” I asked
calmly.

“Come on. You’ve been playing this tough-guy thing all afternoon, but
you’d much rather go on fucking me than show those photos. We can reach
an agreement here, can’t we?”

“Perhaps. I’ll address your points one by one. First, I don’t have any
intention of telling anyone anything – but one thing has to change.”

“Which is?”

“Which is that you have to stop treating me like a fucking piece of
furniture at school. When I say ‘hi’, you say ‘hi’ back, you know, just
like I was a person.”

“Well now,” I said, “that was a very nice beginning, don’t you think?”

She nodded, her face very thoughtful as she stared at the window.

“I think we could use some sheets on that bed, since I noticed you got
mattress-button marks on your back, and maybe next time we should bring
some refreshments. Think you can handle that, Ann?”

She was quiet for several moments, clearly thinking things out, then
stood and began to pace around the room as she spoke.

“Owwwwwwww, yeah, yeah, ummmmmmmmmmm, fuck it, fuck it, god, I love it,
ooooooooooo… do me, do me, god, your dick…”

Fianlly she subsided, her hips lowering back onto the mattress, her
hands relaxing and letting her knees slip away. She smiled the smile of
the satisfied and wrapped her legs around my back, linking her ankles.

Thanks for priming her, Stuart, I thought, and began to fuck her in
earnest.

All protest from her ended as her pussy spread itself wide for me. She
was holding onto her knees, spreading them as far as she could, and in
ten smooth strokes I was buried in her cunt up to my balls. This was
te best fuck of my life – she was so tight, so smooth, the internal
contours of her pussy forming a perfect sheath for my hard dick, and we
pumped like a german machine.

She swallowed hard once, twice, a third time, then pressed her face
hard into my groin. She made a sound like a quivvery whine, and I
thought she was choking, but I looked down and saw her hips churning.
She was coming! She pulled my dick halfway out and began bobbing her
head again, wildly. The come was still pouring out of me, and I felt
deliriously blissfull. Her orgasm lasted almost a full minute, her
knees and thighs clamped tightly together, her ass bucking and
churning, and though my cock had gone soft she kept it in her mouth
until she was done. She had come without touching herself, just by
sucking me off.

She let my cock slide from he mouth and rested her head on my thigh,
the rest of her body collapsed between my legs. After a moment, I said
“Did you like that?” She did not answer, did not look at me. “You came
too. You must have liked it.”

She pulled my dick from her mouth and licked it, eyes closed and an
expression on her face that was almost loving. She flicked her tongue
delicately over the glans, to which I said “Oh, yeah,” and then she
took my cock back into her mouth and began to suck it hard, deeper and
deeper. She was emitting a little whimper in the back of her throat,
and her nipples, brushing my thighs, were hand as raisins.

“I’m…..gonna come…..so get ready…..to swallow…..” I said
between strokes. I felt her begin to humm some kind of protest (a
princess doesn’t usually swallow come, I guess), but the vibrations
only made the sensation of her sucking more exquisite, and I exploded
into her mouth.

“I guess you’ll have to work something out. Oh, and use your hands to
jack the shaft and fondle my balls while you suck.” I leveled my gaze
at her, “Now. Get back to work.”

She took my cock in her mouth again, and this time was much better. I
could feel her tongue playing along my glans and she applied a good
amount of suction as her head bobbed up and down. She still was
taking only two or perhaps three inches, but the feeling was wet, warm.
and wonderful.

I put her left hand on my dick and her right on my balls, and she drew
her knees up to support herself. Her left hand began to jack my shaft,
with just the same rhythm as her mouth sucked me. With her right hand
she stroked my hairy balls; a ticklish feeling, but it always adds
something to the experience. All in all, a good start.

After a few minutes of this I felt her saliva running down my shaft and
onto my balls, and her mouth was getting smoother and looser. I put my
hand on the back of her head, my palm covering the pink ribbon she had
there, and pushed her down farther, so she was taking half my length
with each downstroke. This increased her suction as she tried to take
more and more of me into her mouth.

“Now, let’s see if you really are a `good little cocksucker’ Annie,” I
said, still tweaking her nipples.

She flashed me a look, but then opened her mouth and took the head of
my cock between her lips. She began sliding it in and out, perhaps two
inches of length total, covering her teeth with her lips. It felt very
nice, but it was not a good blowjob.

I pushed her face off my dick. “No, that won’t do,’ I said. “You’ve
got lousy technique. You’re too mechanical. You’ve got to make love to
my cock, really go at it.”

“Look,” she began, “I’m taking this thing in my mouth, so don’t…”

“Shut up!” I snapped, and she fell silent. “It’s not `this thing,’ it
is MY cock. This kind of blowjob I can get from my hand. Now, cover
your upper teeth with your lips, your lower teeth with your tongue, and
let that tongue swirl the underside of my cock as you suck. And let my
dick get plenty wet. Use some suction, and move your head from side to
side as you go, with some passion. Now and then take it out and lick
it. And I expect you to suck me a lot deeper.”

“Lay beside me, and let me feel those titties,” I said, “and you can get
the feel of my cock while I do.

She walked on her knees to my side, then laid down on her side next to
me, while I was on my back. This gave me access to her left breast
only, so I made her turn slightly to expose them both.

As we lay there on the old green carpet, I squeezed and stroked those
magnificent breasts, thumbing the nipples and pinching them lightly
until they were fully erect. She took my cock in her left hand and
began to stroke it, her fingers not quite touching her thumb as she
grasped it with her small hand. Her touch was warm and exciting, but
she did not really know how to give a proper handjob, and I had no
desire to teach her. I pushed her onto her back and began to suck her
nipples, first one, then the other, while my hand slipped between her
thighs. She gasped as my fingers probed her pussy, but she was very
wet, and her clit was engorged.

“Jesus, you’re huge…” she whispered, and I could see fear in her
eyes.

I just smiled and dropped to my knees, my dick bopping her right breast
on the way down, then brushed her hair away from her face and placed my
hands on her wonderful breasts. She hissed in her breath a little as I
massaged her nipples, then I released them. “Go get the sofa pillows,
Annie. On your knees.”

“One favor, please?” She was actually begging, something I imagine
she’d never done before.

“Maybe.”

“Don’t call me Annie. That’s what that slime Bill Arnold called me.
Call me Ann.”

“We’ll see. If you do a good job and you earn it – but for now you’re
Annie. Now get naked.”

She held her breath for a second, then let it out and undid the front
clasp on her bra, sweeping it away with one hand and laying it on the
little sofa with the rest of her clothes. I cannot tell you how I felt,
seeing those breasts that I had fantasized about for so long. They were
so perfect, so round and high, and with large nipples that looked so
completetly suckable. I nearly came just looking at them. When she
bent over to remove her panties, they hung taut below her, then did not
sag one iota when she stood again, panties in hand.

And then she was naked before me. Her pussy hair was a neat, perfectly
trimmed little triangle of light brown – even more lovely and delicate
than I had expected. She had an ideal figure, her smooth tummy and
slim waist, her flawless creamy skin, her dancers legs. Nude, she was
still a perfect doll, an ideal girl.

She was shaking a bit, but I could tell that she was resigned to this.
“All right,” I said, “Now undress me.”

She stepped immediately forward and began to unbutton my shirt. “No,” I
said, “on your knees, Annie.” She dropped to her knees, and had to
reach up straining to take off my shirt. Then off came my shoes and
socks, again piled neatly next to hers on the sofa, then she undid my
pants and stuggled to get them off (levis are hand to remove from a
standing person), but finally succeeded. All through this her face was
calm and businesslike, but her breathing was becoming rapid, and there
was a flush creeping over her chest and upper arms.

But the point was rendered moot when she appeared in the doorway.

“You’re late,” I said.

“Sorry, I’m really sorry. My mom saw me coming up the walk and wanted
to talk to me about some stuff. Then I had to wait until I could sneak
away…”

“Fine, fine,” I interrupted her. She was really apologizing to me!
This was delightful – she was actually accepting the idea that I was in
charge here, and she had a responsibility to obey me. She must really
be afraid of those pictures, I thought.

“Now, to the matter at hand,” I said, closing and locking the door
behind us. “Stand there in the middle of the room and take off all your
clothes.”

She bit her lip and winced a little, but moved to the center of the
living room and began to strip. First came the shoes and stockings – I
was suprised to see she did not wear pantyhone, but old fashioned
stockings and lacy garters. Rich girls, I guessed. Next she took off
her sweater and blouse, then stepped out of her skirt. She did this
all very slowly, obviously trying to keep the ultimate moment away, but
I did not mind. It made her look so gracefull and lithe, and I wanted
to bask in the moment anyway. Finally, she stood there in her lacy
white bra and plain cotton panties, the latter with little pink bows at
the sides that matched the pink ribbon in her hair. She stood for a
moment, her hands trying to cover herself without appearing to do so,
and seemed to be unable to continue.

“What?” She was visibly shaken. Shocked at her failure to charm me,
she was beginning to see the reality of the situation.

“There must be some place where you can go when you want to party – a
boathouse or a cabin or something…”

“No, I…”

“Don’t lie to me, Annie. That would be a truly major mistake.”

She was quiet for a moment, and a tear leaked out of her left eye and
ran down her face. “Uh, well… our carriage hou… our garage… is
separate from the house and has a… a furnished attic.”

“Where the chauffeur lives?”

“We’re not that rich. It’s for that, though, I guess. There’s a
kitchen and a little living room…” She paused for a moment, then
looked at her shoes again. “And a bed… room.”

“Perfect. You have a key?”

“No, but I know where it is. My dad used to use the rooms as a den,
kind of, but my mom thought he was taking girls there and she put the
key away in her jewelry box.”

“Good. Get it tonight and make two copies tomorrow at lunch. Meet me
here after school and give me one of them. I’ll give you further
instructions then.”

She looked devastated. “You want a _key_of_your_own_!? How long is this
supposed to go on?” Her voice was choked.

I smiled and looked her straight in the eye. “As long as I say, Annie.
Now be a good girl and do what I said. Or else.”

She muttered a very childlike, pouty “OK” then got up and practically
ran away, her arms crossed over her chest as she ran…

I sat there for minutes afterward, basking in glorious delight and hard
as a post in anticipation.

“A better something. Something very, very pleasant. Something like you
gave Bill Arnold.”

She bit her lip and shook her head.

“Something even better, perhaps.” I smiled the smile of the cat who ate
the canary.

She closed her eyes for a moment, then suddenly opened them and smiled.
The smile was the sort of familar, cosy smile she usually reserved for
her fellow elite, and she beamed it at me with all the energy she could
muster. “Oh, come on, be a sweetheart. You saw what that slime made me
do. Haven’t I been through enough? Besides, you look like a nice guy -
you don’t want it like that, you know, forcing me to, do you?”

She batted her eyes and tilted her head. A curl of honey brown hair
drifted over one eye and her face assumed a look that was at once
innocent, friendly, sexy, and strong. Looking back, it is of course
obvious that she was trying to manipulate me through those same charms
that had kept her on top of the pyramid for four years. But at the time
I was only 19, and very suceptible.

She saw the hesistation in my face, and tried to press the advantage.

“There’s no reason we can’t be friends, is there? I mean, do a girl
one little favor…. uh….. um…..”

Her smile faded a bit, and I realized that she was trying to remember
my name. We’d been in school together since the second grade, had even
been lab partners, and she had never taken even enough interest to
remember my name. The spell broke.

“Forget it, Annie,” my voice was strong and I could see that she knew I
was not going to play. “No, this is going to be business.” Her
espression fell into one of complete despair.

I recognized the look – it was very much like the one she had given Bill
Arnold when he threatened to rape her if she did not come across with a
blowjob – but there was a difference. Though she was defeated, she was
not disgusted, or at least not as disgusted as she had been then.

I smiled. “Photography is my life, ‘Annie.’ Of course, I don’t usually
take those kinds of pictures…”

“Sure!” she spat. “I’ll bet you creep all night long spying on people
like that, you pervert!”

“I’m a pervert? Maybe you better look at those snapshots again.”

“Oh, fuck off!” Her voice was a high, nervous squeak.

“Take care, now, Annie. You don’t want to get on my bad side, now DO
YOU?” I pointed my finger at her and stared her down.

She looked at me with a stunned horror. Our voices were low, but I
imagine no one (except maybe Bill Arnold) had ever talked to her in
such a tone, especially no one from the great unwashed masses, like me.
She was beginning to realize that I had her and I knew it.

She looked down at her expensive leather shoes. “Um, no. I guess I
don’t. OK, OK, I’m sorry.” She was silent for a moment. “What is this
all about?”

“That’s better. Now, I have the negatives to those photos and I can
make all the prints I want. What can you offer me to make it worth my
while not to do that? I mean, imagine how fun it would be to see a
fucking little princess like you get dragged through the shit.” She
looked up at this, her eyes sad and shocked, but her face as lovely as
always. “If I’m going to deny myself that pleasure, I have to have
something to replace it.”

She looked around the shop, but most of the tables were empty. It was
primarily a lunch and dinner place, and I knew it would be pretty empty
for at least two hours.

She finally spotted me, and I held my camera up and winked. I could not
tell if she recognized me, but I doubt it. She’d done such a good job
of ignoring me, I doubted she was even sure that I went to her school.
She strode up purposefully and sat down angrily in my booth, facing
me.

She looked around the shop, but most of the tables were empty. It was
primarily a lunch and dinner place, and I knew it would be pretty empty
for at least two hours.

She finally spotted me, and I held my camera up and winked. I could not
tell if she recognized me, but I doubt it. She’d done such a good job
of ignoring me, I doubted she was even sure that I went to her school.
She strode up purposefully and sat down angrily in my booth, facing
me.

“Are you the guy who left those pictures?” Her voice was a furious
whipser, but there was a lot of fear there. The anger was clearly
intended to give her courage and perhaps bully me into giving in. No
chance…

I smiled. “Photography is my life, ‘Annie.’ Of course, I don’t usually
take those kinds of pictures…”

“Sure!” she spat. “I’ll bet you creep all night long spying on people
like that, you pervert!”

“I’m a pervert? Maybe you better look at those snapshots again.”

“Oh, fuck off!” Her voice was a high, nervous squeak.

“Take care, now, Annie. You don’t want to get on my bad side, now DO
YOU?” I pointed my finger at her and stared her down.

She looked at me with a stunned horror. Our voices were low, but I
imagine no one (except maybe Bill Arnold) had ever talked to her in
such a tone, especially no one from the great unwashed masses, like me.
She was beginning to realize that I had her and I knew it.

I wrote on the back of the sheet:

“Dear Ann. These photos will enjoy a wide distribution to the police,
your parents, and the shool population at large unless we can reach an
agreement. Imagine hundreds of copies of the picture with Bill
Arnold’s dick in your mouth or Bill Arnold coming on your face, dist-
ributed all over campus. Imagine pictures of you snorting coke being
sent to the cops. Imagine a copy of this contact sheet finding its way
to your father’s office, or to your home and your mother. If you wish
to avoid all these things, meet me at the Fish and Chips shop in the
Sanderson Mall today after school. We can discuss my terms. Don’t
worry, I can be reasonable, but don’t imagine I am bluffing. I have
nothing to lose by publishing these as 8 x 10 glossies.”

I folded the sheet into four and put it in an envelope marked “Open in
Private!”. I went back to school, cut another class, and, when I was
sure I was not being observed, slipped the envelope into her locker
through the vent. At first it stuck, and I paniced a little, but a
little back-and-forth action made it slip right through.

I waited until the next bell rang, then stood across the quad looking
through a telephoto lens at Ann’s locker. The hubub of the between-
class activity hid me perfectly, and after two minutes or so I spied
her heading toward her locker. She looked just as she always did,
aloof and superior. I could not believe that such a debasing scene did
nothing to change her attitude, but she clearly still held herself
“above it all.”

Just for a few moments longer, Ann, I thought.

She opened her locker and the envelop fell to the ground. I must have
gasped a little when another girl picked it up, looked at it, and handed
it to her. She said something, probably intended to be witty, but Ann
frosted her with a snooty look and the girl walked away. Ann read the
envelope, closed her locker, and walked over to sit on the planter that
surrounded the flagpole. Checking to see that no one was near, she
opened the envelope and unfolded the sheet.

She must have opened it to the photo side first, because her face went
white, her eyes grew large as saucers, and she clasped the sheet
immediately to her chest to hide the side where the photos where. She
looked around again, frantic, then noticed the writing on the reverse
side. She stuffed the sheet back into the envelope without reading it,
then ran off to the girls room, looking a little ill.

I chuckled to myself. Ann looked about as un-superior as a person
could, stumbling frantically off to the bathroom clutching sex photos of
herself. I knew she was going there to read the note, to scan the
photos again in disbelief. I knew she was scared and suffering, and in
the darkest reaches of my heart I felt great. She was, I guess, a
symbol for all the elite people of the world, to me. She was the
embodiment of all the things a normal person never gets to have.

Well, this time it was going to be different. Very, very different.

I sat down in a back booth and ordered a bowl of red chowder. I was a
bit nervous – confrontation has never been my strong suit – but
something about the quality of this event had brought out my ruthless
side. Under normal circumstances I would have been tongue tied around a
girl like her. Now I was in charge, and there was nothing that could
change that.

Sunday crawled by, and I hardly slept that night. I went in to school
as early as I could, waited for the darkroom to open, and cut my
morning classes. I was aware that my haste could ruin this priceless
piece of film, so I deliberately made myself slow down. I went into
the blackout booth and loaded the reel with the film. Twice my fingers
slipped – loading a reel by hand is no easy trick under the best of
circumstances – but I finally got the strip into the can and delevoped
it with painstaking attention to time and temperature.

The negatives were perfect. They were so crisp, so defined. I could
not believe my luck. I was aware of how dangerous it was to print
anything when at any moment an instructor or a student might glance over
to see what I was doing, but the darkroom was pretty empty and I just
had to make a contact sheet at least.

I let the negs dry, then cut them into strips of six. I laid them onto
some glossy stock and made a contact print. I developed the thing face
down, maddening though that was, and squeegied and dried it that way. I
did not look at it until I was alone in a stall in the boys room.

What a treasure. Ann’s look of concentration as she stroked that cock.
Ann’s pretty lips stretched around that thick, bent cockhead. Ann’s
averted eyes and submissive posture as the come dripped off her chin.
I drew out my hard dick and came in four slow strokes, my come pouring
into the toilet bowl. If only that could be my dick, I thought. If
only he had convinced her to fuck him, or even just to strip – I’d love
to have photos of those tits and that pussy…

In the calmness that follows a good orgasm, I reflected that I could get
in real trouble if anyone saw these photos. Of course, there was no way
to link them to me unless they were found on my person, still…

Then I grinned. I grinned probably the biggest grin of my life. Me
get in trouble? Not anything like the trouble Ann could get into. I
had her. Boy, did I ever. A vast and limitless universe of
possibility opened before me. I had her taking coke and giving head to
a sleazebag. “Ah, sweet mystery of life, at last I’ve found you,” I
said quietly to myself. Such a warm feeling to anticipate the future,
when such vistas of pleasures lie ahead.

Ann Macafee was their Queen. She was the female lead of nearly every
play the school put on. She dated the star of the football team (I
know, that sounds corny, but it was true) and hung around with the
kids-who-are-rich-and-will-be-richer. Her family lived in the
foothills in a house that was just this side of an estate. She had it
all, and she was beautiful.

Her beauty had that casual, effortless look. Her short brown hair,
fine and fresh, framed a face that was almost a perfect match to that
girl whose father owns the hotel in Twin Peaks (I say that now, though
of course back then there was no Twin Peaks). Her body, always clothed
in expensive wools and tweeds, was perfectly proportioned. Her firm
high breasts looked like the models by which all other breasts are
designed. Her round, tight ass gave only slightly when she perched on
a chair. She had straight, dainty posture, and perfectly manicured
hands. She was, in every sense, a perfect little doll. And she knew
it.

Some people can put you down without saying a word – by the way they
look at you, or avoid looking at you; or simply by the way they carry
themselves. Ann was a perfect example. She was better than us, she
seemed to say. She would glide through the halls, aloof and apart, her
face a mask of calm separateness, until she would spy another of the
elite circle and her expression would break into a smile of pure
warmth.

For most of my junior year I had suffered a devastating and quite
secret crush on Ann. I was not a part of her life, of course. I was
no nerd, but my friends were as I was, a part of the masses. I was a
fairly good-looking young man, well built and handsome, or so I was
told by the girls I dated, but I did not posess that magic glamour that
permitted access to the higher circle. Ann never looked at me, never
met my eyes. We were lab partners in chemistry, and somehow she still
managed to avoid any kind of interaction. The few times I tried to
make a joke or start a conversation, she withered me with total
disinterest. It was horrible.

By my senior year I was pretty much over it, though. I had enjoyed a
pretty successfull summer, sexually speaking, and this had boosted my
confidence to the point that I no longer needed an Ann Macafee. Oh, I
still appreciated her lovely long legs on those days she wore a skirt,
and I still let my eyes roam her breasts when the weather was warm and
she wore thin silk blouses. But my obsession was over.

I thought that she would never enter my world. But everything changed
when I discovered that Ann led a secret life.

It was early in my senior year. I had driven up to the top of Mt.
Ervin, which is a popular make-out spot for the highschoolers. I was
working on a project for my photography class, and had gone up to Ervin
Park to take some long-exposure shots, showing the stars streaking
across the sky over time; a very common thing for amature photographers
to do. I did not want to be seen near the parking lot with a camera,
since that was where the kids parked, and no one would be too happy if
they saw me bopping around with my Nikon. I had taken a few girls there
myself, and I know I would have been pissed.

So I had hiked down the hillside and was approaching a small clearing I
knew of, where I planned to set up the tripod and start the timed
exposures. The spot was quite sheltered from the parking lot and the
road, which was important to me since a passing headlight would ruin my
shot. As I got within earshot of the clearing, I heard voices talking
low.

“Shit” I whispered to myself. Someone was using my spot – I didn’t know
anyone else knew about it. I had taken Linda Short there to fuck her,
and had not been worried since I was sure it was a private spot. Now I
knew differently. I crept up quietly and peered from behind a bushy
tree.

It was Ann Macafee, there with Bill Arnold. I was totally shocked; Bill
was known as sort of the school hoodlum. He wore heavy metal T-shirts,
engineer boots, and torn levis pretty much all the time. He was just
the sort the Ann would avoid like disease, yet here she was with him, at
night, and in a very intimate spot.

They were kneeling over something and talking in hushed tones. I could
not tell what they were doing at first, then Bill lit a small candle. I
saw the mirror on the grass, and the razor blade glinting on its
surface. Aha, I thought: Cocaine. Now everything made sense; Ann
liked coke (okey, that was suprising, but not insane) and Bill was
certainly the most likely source for drugs on campus.

I could not make out what they were saying, but Bill’s face was full of
mischief. Ann looked very anxious as she stared at the coke he was
forming into a line on the mirror. He did the line, then sat back, his
vial of coke in his hand, and stared at her. Finally, probably out of
frustration, her voice rose to where I could hear it.

“Come on Bob. Lay out a line for me. You said you would.” She still
held her usual expression of superiority, but there was a quivver of
desperation in her voice that told me coke was not a casual thing for
her.

“Maybe I will. Wha’cha gonna do for me, Annie?” Bill said, leering at
her.

“Fuck you!” Ann said and looked away.

Bill chuckled. “Yeah, that’s pretty much what I had in mind. Pussy for
coke. Not a bad deal, when you consider how much this shit costs. I’ll
bet you’ve got a tight cunt…”

She whirled on him, but her anger caused her to drop her voice into a
hiss and I could not hear what she said. They spoke in low tones for a
while, and it seemed to me that some sort of negotiation was going on.

They came to an agreement, and Ann said “God, you’re a shit. Alright,
fine, let’s get it over with.”

Bill sat back on his elbows and smiled again. “But you have to take it
out.” When it looked like she was about to protest, he added “or no
deal, Annie.”

“Stop calling me that,” she said, trying to remain the Queen. But she
reached out, lowered his zipper, and took out his cock, which was stiff
as a pole.

I could not believe this, even though it was pretty obvious that he
wanted some kind of sex from her. His cock was average in length, but
fat, with a slight bend near the had. It had the vaguely bruised look
that comes from frequent use. She gripped it lightly with her right
hand and began to jerk him off.

Bill moaned, then began to sprinkle some coke on the mirror with one
hand while propping himself with the other. When she leaned forward to
take the mirror, he stopped her.

“This is the worst handjob I’ve even had, Annie. Either you’d better
get into it, babe, or no snow.”

She looked pained and embarrased, but she leaned into her work on his
dick and began stroking with both hands. Bill was obviously enjoying
her attentions, but I could tell by the look on his face that he was not
going to settle for this.

I was incredibly turned on, watching this pristine queen jacking off
the school hood. There she was, expensive knit skirt and cardigan
sweater, on her knees with a bent dick in her hand, stroking it. She’d
obviously given hand before, which did not suprise me – that’s probably
all girls like her did.

I smiled to myself when I rememberd my Nikon was hanging around my
neck. Thanking my lucky stars for putting me here with a camera, and
without my noisy autowinder, I began to slowly click off pictures,
pacing myself so as not to run out of film. The candlelight was more
than adequate, since I had brought fast film.

Click – Ann giving Bill a handjob.

Bill stopped her again, and she obviously thought she was going to get
her coke because she looked relieved. But he whispered something and
she stood up, turned her back on him, and angrily stomped away a few
strides.

“Come on, Annie,” Bill said, teasing her. “It’s fair. Blow for blow.
Coke for cock. Besides, your handjob sucks.” He laughed, obviously
amused by his choice of words. “I mean, it doesn’t suck. Hey, that’s
the problem!”

His glee was disgusting, but I was loving this.

Click – Bill standing with his dick sticking out, Ann turning to
look.

“If you think I’m taking that… thing in my mouth, you’re crazy.” Her
eyes were darting between his hard dick and the coked mirror on the
grass behind him.

Bill’s face suddenly dropped into a serious expression. “Wise up Annie.
Nobody has the coke connections I do, and you’re in need. Besides, ” he
said, narrowing his gaze, “we’re alone here. I could lay you down and
fuck your brains out if I wanted to. A little head won’t kill you, and
I promise to give you the coke afterwards. I’ll leave your pussy alone.”
He was stroking his cock with one hand as he spoke, keeping it hard.

Her voice was very shakey now. “Oh, come on Bill…”

“I want to,” he interrupted her. “I want to come on. I want to come
on you. Now you can open those sweet lips of yours or we can wrestle
and see who is stronger. I don’t mind. Either way, you get your coke
and I get my nut.”

His look was deadly and serious. Ann obviously knew she was cornered.
I briefly considered stepping out of the shadows to save her – Bill was
a hood, but I was quite a bit bigger than him. Maybe she’d reward me
for my gallantry. Then I remembered all the withering looks she had
given me over the years…

Click – Ann kneels before Bill.

Click – Ann takes Bill’s dick into her mouth.

Bill began to pump his skinny hips almost immediately as Ann took his
obscene dick in and out of her little mouth. She gave the impression of
some experience, though not a lot. She let him slide the bent thing in
and out, covering her teeth with her lips, but I did not see any tongue
action, nor did she move her head laterally at all – these would have
been signs of a good cocksucker. Like Linda Short.

Bill did not seem to care. I clicked off a series of five shots showing
Ann with varying amounts of Bill’s dick in her mouth, then he grunted
and hissed. He obviously began to come, for Ann violently pulled his
cock from her mouth and tried to lunge away. Bill grabbed her hair and
held her in place, so that his long streams of sperm landed on her face,
hair, and sweater.

After he had finished coming – which was a subject of two particularly
good photos in my series; Ann with come flying toward her face, Ann with
come hanging off her chin – he chuckled and ler her go. She grabbed
her purse, and stepped off into the bushes, spitting and dabbing her
face with a kleenex.

While she was gone, Bill began to chop up the coke with the razor blade
and draw it into a line. He added a second line, and then a third.
When she returned, he smiled and handed the mirror to her with one hand
and offered his straw with the other.

“Here you go, Annie. Nice job – I gave you some extra lines, you’re
such a good little cocksucker.”

She glared at him, refusing his straw. She had her own – a sign of a
true cokehead – and she turned her back on him, sat down, and did the
lines.

Click – Ann snorts cocaine while Bill stands behind, shrinking, wet
dick in his hand.

Click – Ann smiles at the mirror, Bill milks his dick behind her head.

Click – Ann snorts another line while Bill drips his last dribbles of
sperm on her hair, she oblivious through her haze of coke.

The deal done, Ann was in a real hurry to get out of there. She was
probably afraid that he’d try to rape her anyway, but Bill was obviously
spent to the point of disinterest. He had retrieved a beer from his
shoulder bag and was taking long pulls at it while he played with
himself. He paid her no attention as she gathered up her stuff.

I suddenly realized that I was standing on the path she was about to
take back. I crouched down quickly in the darkness – she passed by
within two feet of me without noticeing. Her perfume was almost strong
enough to cover the smell of Bill’s crotch, though not quite. The
whole scene had given me a raging boner and it was a little
uncomfortable squatting in my tight jeans. As soon as she was out of
sight, I rushed back to my car and headed home.

In his infinite wisdom, God touched this girl’s mind. She made eye
contact with me, smiled, got off her stool and started walk towards me.
I looked over my shoulder for the model/body-builder/movie-star who must
have been sitting behind me. Just a couple construction worker types.

“Hey sailor,” she said. “Buy me a drink.”

“I’m not a sailor,” I replied. Obviously, she had a sailor fetish which
explained why she’d come over. I mean, I look surprisingly like a comptroller
for an advertising firms. By coincidence, that’s my profession.

“I know that,” she laughed. “You look like a business type who
does racquet ball on the weekends and a stair master twice at week at lunch
time.”

“Stationary bike,” I replied waving toward the bartender. She ordered a
planters punch. It came with a little stirring straw which no one ever
bothers to drink through. She bothered. Red lipstick wrapped around the
straw. Had I been her knight in shiny armor, a loud gong would have
been heard.

She knew what I was starring at. She set her drink down and smiled.
“What’s your name?” she asked.

“Alex.”

“I’m Melissa,” she replied. “And I’m going to tell you why I’m talking
with you. Your not bad looking and certainly won’t spend half a date
looking at yourself in the mirror. You seem like a nice guy and I’m willing
to give you a chance.”

“A chance?” I asked.

“Yes, we’re going to date. If we hit it off, we’ll do the who rigamarole.
We’ll both get tested and take it to that next stage and Date with a
capital `D’ that stands for fornication. First you have to prove that you
won’t bore me to death and that you’re a nice guy.”

I looked up half expecting to see God looking down at me giving me a
sly wink. Christ, Allah, Johova or Krishna, the wink was inferred.
“Look, Melissa. I’m a nice guy and I wouldn’t bore you. For a woman
like you I’d juggle while riding a unicycle. I’ll be honest. I’m
engaged and very much in love.”

Again, she did unto the straw what every guy in the wished was done unto them.
“What if I said it didn’t matter? What if I wanted you anyway and wanted
you tonight?”

I set my drink down and stood up to leave. “I’d be dishonest if I said
you’re not a temptation, but I already have someone else.”

Behind me I heard clapping. I turned around to see my fiance to end
all fiances, Ginny. She smiled and quickly planted a kiss on my cheek.
“I knew you’d pass,” she said with a laugh.

Most men when propositioned by a beautiful woman and then greeted so
warmly by a second would be ecstatic. Most men hadn’t had the day I had.
“You can be such a bitch,” was all I said as I headed for the door.

Ginny and Melissa caught up to me out on the street before I could hail
a cab. Each took an arm and steered me down the street. Ginny in her
typical straight-to-business fashion, explained. “I’m sorry we fought
earlier but Melissa is here to help.”

I looked over at Melissa wondering if I should air our dirty laundry. I
figured she was already privy to all our secrets so I replied, “What, by
testing me? I’ve waited this long, I told you I could wait another six
months.”

Ginny snuggled closer to me and I could feel myself melting. “Darling,”
she said. “Melissa is the solution to our problem. I’m going to let you
sleep with her.”

I stopped and looked Ginny right in the eyes. She was dead serious. I
knew this wasn’t a test or some bizarre game. “Wait right here,” I
said to both of them as I stepped into the convenience store we’d halted
by. “One mega-buckets ticket, please.” I told the clerk. I gave him a
buck and got what I knew was the sole winning ticket to this week’s
thirty million dollar jackpot. It wasn’t ESP that gave me this knowledge. It
was more simple than that. A beautiful Asian girl approached me in a bar and
propositioned me. Too good to be true. My equally beautiful fiance who just
so happens to still be a virgin and who refuses to give head because she hates
the taste tells me that this other girl is mine as payment for my patience.
Obviously, if the lottery ticket wasn’t a winner, gold was going to fall out
of the sky, so I’d more than make my buck back plus a couple of casinos
in Atlantic City.

I was in a daze as we caught a cab and found myself sandwiched between
two women who were nuzzled up against me. It made some sense, but not
total. If Ginny had been anyone else, I would have pushed her to find a way
to satisfy me. Even though we’d been dating for a while, she still
intimidated me. I’d met Ginny two years ago at the company picnic. If I’d
known who she was, I wouldn’t have had the guts to ask her out. It was when
I picked her up for our first date, that I realized who she was. There
were over three thousand people working for our firm. Of all the other
employees I could have hit on, I chose the boss’s daughter. Yes, he’s
worth millions while I’m worth a $1.48 on payday. Ginny liked me
because I’d asker her out not knowing who she was and because it
didn’t bother me that she was the only woman amongst the four million
in the Tri-State area that was saving herself for marriage.

When we made it up to Ginny’s flat, she had her own ideas on foreplay.
Melissa was sipping a glass of wine and I was nursing a beer as Ginny
laid down the ground-rules. “Alex, I love you and it will hurt me to
know you’re making love to another woman.” I started to interrupt her,
but she motioned for me to keep quiet. “I love you and want you to
be happy, but not too happy. You’re not allowed to make love to Melissa
or even to have sex with her.”

“Then what are we talking about?” I asked.

“We’ll define it as masturbation inside her,” Ginny explained. “You’ll
lie on my bed blind folded. You won’t be allowed to touch her. No kissing.
No fondling her breasts. She’ll then satisfy you and leave. And best of
all we don’t have to worry about silliness like disease or pregnancy.
I did my homework in choosing Melissa.”

I thought about it for a second. Given that I had not made love to a
woman in over two years, I could live with her rules. I nodded my head and
Ginny didn’t waste any time. She slid next to me on the couch, threw
her arms around me and started kissing me like a woman possessed. The whole
idea seemed to turn her on incredibly, do much for her speech on being
the hurt lover sharing me. I couldn’t help buy notice Melissa
watching us. It was a little strange, but when in Rome… As our tongues
probed each other’s mouth, I opened her blouse and she clawed to get my shirt
off. This was exactly the situation we’d been in when we’d had the row that
had sent me off to McCracken’s Pub, a row Ginny must have planned. The
difference this time was that now she’d arranged a way to satisfy me.

Before we got to the below the waist stage, Ginny took me by the hands and
lead me into her bedroom. She sat me on the edge of the bed, while she
took a red silk scarf and used it to blind fold me. “Do you remember
the rules?” she demanded.

“Of course, I do.” I replied. I couldn’t see her, but somehow that added
to the edge of authority in her voice.

“And they’re acceptable!” she added.

“Of course,” I answered. Ginny didn’t waste time. I stood up so
she could slide my pants off, along with shoes and socks. Ginny stepped away
from me and I was turned over to Melissa. She didn’t waste time either and
immediately took my cock in her mouth as I sat on the edge of the bed. It
was something Ginny would never do because she even loathed the taste of
pre-cum.

For all intensive purposes, I was a virgin. I’d had a normal to above normal
sex life before Ginny and then two years of no mouth, vagina or even ass.
That made me a virgin in forty-nine of the fifty states and the District
of Columbia. The feeling of Melissa’s tongue making circles around the
head of my cock was going to send me over the edge. Thirty seconds of blow
job and I was going to shoot off. One hand instinctively grabbed Melissa by
the back of the head just to make sure that it wasn’t going to try and dodge
responsibility. My other hand more-than-instinctively grabbed her abundance
of breasts. Her mouth was working up and down furiously, while my hand
played roughly with her breasts. It had been far too long to ponder being
gentle.

Ginny was not gentle either. Just as I was about to come, the blow came.
It sent me reeling and left my face stinging. “You bastard,” she screamed.

“What?” I asked fumbling for the blindfold.

She grabbed my hands. “What are you doing?” she demanded. “I can
do more than slap you.” Her voice had the edge of a knife.

“Ginny’s what’s going on?” I asked.

She was on top of me and had pinned my hands over my head. I could have
easily thrown her off, but this was the woman of my dreams and I wasn’t going
to hurt her. “You bastard. I told you not tits. You’re not supposed
to make love to her.”

“I’m sorry. It’s been two years.” Ginny had been lucky that up until
this point I hadn’t jumped any mannequin at Sax. I was in no position to
point this out.

“Well, this won’t due,” she replied. “New rule.”

“What?” I asked.

Ginny didn’t answer. She slid my hands together over my head and before
I could react slipped them into what felt like handcuffs. “Ginny? What
are you doing?” Yes, I knew what she was doing, but I didn’t know what
she was DOING. She remained silent and slid off me. Any protest I may
have had was quickly silenced as Melissa mouth returned to her work. While
Melissa provided the oral distraction, Ginny brought my cuffed hands over
my head and attached them to the bed. Shackles pulled my legs
apart and were also attached to the bed. I didn’t care long so long
as Melissa’s mouth did it’s work. I quickly came back to life. I could feel
her breast slide against me as she climbed on top of me. She was straddling
me. I couldn’t believe. It was actually going to happen. Two years of cold
showers and then it was over. I last all over fifteen seconds inside her
and had a very anticlimatic climax.

I could hear Ginny laugh as Melissa climbed off of me. Ginny took
her place. “It’s okay, dear.” she cooed. Melissa will be back in a
few minutes. You certainly didn’t leave her satisfied and I’m sure you’ll
be up for a few more times.”

“At least,” I replied.

Ginny was naked, very wet and wasted no time. I was blindfolded and
spread eagle, but she could still use my mouth. She straddled me and
started to rub furiously against my tongue. I loved her taste and always
had made her come even though she hadn’t offered me an acceptable form
of reciprocation. As Ginny rubbed away, I again felt a mouth begin to work
on my penis. Melissa’s technique was different this time, but still
effective. Ginny exploded and was about to when I felt something cool
and metal slip around my shaft. I wanted to explode by it was blocking me.

I pushed my hips up furiously and heard Melissa gag, as Ginny slid off my
face. No matter how hard I thrust, I couldn’t overcome the pressure of
the ring. “What are you doing?” I asked Ginny trying not to let
any desperation creep into my voice. The only thing that go her off more
than a ride on my face was control and I didn’t want her to know her’s
was now total.

Ginny was patient with her explanation. “This is your punishment for
your fondling Melissa’s tits.”

“You bitch,” I replied. “You set me up. You already had the ring
and the handcuffs. You knew what would happen.”

“Yes, so what?” Ginny’s voice was ice cold, but I didn’t care.
Melissa was on top of me and I was pounding into her furiously. I was
convinced that if I could just fuck her hard enough, I could overcome
the pressure of the ring. Melissa let out a squeal and shuttered.
I didn’t let up and she was quickly back in rhythm. She let out
out a much louder yell and shook more fiercely. I doubled my efforts
to thrust upwards. The third time did her in. She was screaming
at the top of her lungs and rolled off me when the shuttering
ceased. She slipped off the bed leaving me fucking the air.

Immediately a mouth engulfed my penis. I had no idea who the new party was,
I didn’t care. I didn’t care when another woman straddled my face.
I worried for a second that I was breaking the rules, but Ginny could
have put a stop to it when ever she wanted. I just kept fucking with
both tongue and penis. When the woman on my face finished another took
her place. Mercifully, the one who was giving me head, slid the ring up
and off my cock. Another woman all together than mounted my penis
while my savior cupped my balls in her hand. The woman on my face came
in unison with me. I was given no rest. A huge pair of breasts was
dangled in my face as a mouth worked to resurrect me.

I have no idea how many times I came. Five or six. It was like being
seventeen again. I don’t know how many women road my face or dangled
their breast in my mouth. I didn’t care. Two years of hot and heavy
foreplay with Ginny and I was being rewarded. I fell asleep in my hand
cuffs and slept more soundly than I had in two years. I was dead to
the world.