I-I Blackmailing the Queen I-I
[Chapter 8 -- Miss Kitty Takes a Bath]
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 favorite thing. Linda's
pussy was very hairy -- too hairy, really. And she was very aggressive. 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 minutes 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 quivering like a
tuning fork. Her hands pressed my head firmly into her crotch as I sucked her.
And she came and came and came.
"Ssssssssssssssss, oh, oh, oh, fuck, ohhhhhhhhhhhh"
All of a sudden she was pulling at my shoulders, trying to bring my face to
hers. I was confused at first, but her hands found my belt buckle and began
frantically to undo it and then my pants. She wanted my dick. I was glad to
oblige since I was as hard as I could ever remember being.
I lowered my jeans and slipped my cock into her boiling pussy. I had never
entered her mid-come like that, and the feeling was indescribable; like sinking
into a mouth filled with hot butter. Her pussy walls clamped onto me like they
had a will of their own, and we began the most vigorous fuck I can remember
ever experiencing. Ann was wild, simply wild, tearing at her blouse and
pressing my mouth to her nipple. She was lost in a world of obscene lust.
"Fuck me fuck me fuck me, oh god your dick, oh Jesus oh fuck me oh god...
hmmmmmmmmmm, huuuuuuuuuuuh, uh uh uh, fuck it fuck me, oh, oh, ffffffffffffuck
me, oh I love you..."
She came again, and I spurted into her, just as she said "I love you", her
words buried in the deep ecstasy of my orgasm. Afterwards, I lay on top of her,
my diminishing cock still inside her, while she stroked my head with her hands
and kissed my hair. We were still mostly clothed, but somehow this was the
sexiest moment ever between us. My cock roused again while still inside her and
we fucked again.
And a third time. It was dark by the time we left the hillside.
On the drive home, Ann seemed very animated and very curious. "I have to
know," she said, a broad smile on her face, "where you learned to do that. I
mean, that was incredible!"
"Linda Short," I said, remembering Linda's small tits and hot mouth.
"Who? I don't think I know her."
"No, you wouldn't. She was visiting our neighbors last summer -- a relative
from out of town. She was... experienced. She'd done pretty much everything."
"And she taught you how to do that to a girl with your mouth?" Ann seemed
genuinely interested, though there was a slight hint of jealousy in her voice.
"It's called eating pussy. Yeah, she taught me. She'd done it herself,
actually."
"To another girl!?" Ann's voice was a high squeak of surprise, but there
was something else there too. Excitement, perhaps? Or had Ann had an encounter
she was not telling me about?
"That's what she said. I believed it too. Linda was really wild. I met her
when she climbed the fence that separates our back yards -- no joke. I was
sunbathing in my jockeys and she just climbed over and started talking to me.
In a bikini, at the time."
Ann's jealousy was a bit easier to see now, but she continued to ask
questions. "Did you do it with her that night?"
"Heh. That day. About an hour after we met. I was home alone, and once I
told her that it was wham-bam. I guess you'd say Linda's pretty much a slut."
"At least."
"Well, at the time she was like a gift from heaven. It was the beginning of
the summer, she was going to be there another two months, and, well, I felt
that everything was set up perfectly. It was, too, though she dated other guys
all along."
"Other guys she'd met here?"
"Yeah. The girl could not get enough. Incredible."
Ann was quiet for a while. I think she was a bit upset, jealous and shocked
and maybe a little dubious about her own arousal. Finally she said, "Well, I
can't blame anyone but myself, can I?"
"For what?" I asked.
"Well, I would not have given you a second look before... Before this
semester. I was so into myself. Yes. I'm glad you had your summer with Linda."
She looked satisfied and resolved.
