/root/my-applications/Trunc/trunc Blackmailed.raw Blackmailed! By Paco Andante For several weeks after her visit Peti kept writing, but Anna didn't respond. But Anna opened and read them all and despite her resolve not to answer them, she found his entreaties enticing. As the weeks turned into months, his unanswered letters diminished in frequency, and eventually they stopped. Anna was not sure whether she was relieved or disappointed. But one day at the beginning of the summer nearly a year later, Anna came home from work and as usual picked up a handful of mail. As she walked up to her flat, she riffled through the envelopes and saw one bearing familiar handwriting. She resisted the urge to tear it open on the spot. Once safely inside, she carefully put the envelope aside and opened the other mail first. Finally, she sat down and opened the envelope. Anna (she read) I am writing you after all this time because my father has received a promotion at his work and we will soon be moving away, a long distance away, to Austria in fact, next month. Before we move away, I really must see you. "Sure," she thought. "I know exactly what you want! Like, I am really going to do that!" But the next sentences brought a chill to her bones and a sinking feeling in her belly: I don't wish to threaten you, but since you don't ever answer me, maybe I have to. By using the internet I now know where you work, and who you work for. How do you suppose the people you work for would react if they knew about what happened? Or maybe your neighbors would find what you did interesting? I have some very intriguing photos I took with my cell phone. Also there were witnesses, you remember. They will back up everything. Don't make me do this, Anna. Write back within the week to tell me when you can come. My folks told me that you would be welcome to stay at our house in the guest room, so it won't cost you for a hotel. Take a few days of your vacation time or a weekend and come see me. Szakály Péter Anna was glad that she was sitting down, for the shock was overwhelming. How had he managed to take pictures without her knowing it? She could only imagine what they showed! Would Peti really do what he threatened? She didn't know, but could she take the chance? Oh, God, if he uploaded them to the internet! She had to get him to delete the pictures! She could go up there for a weekend. Reluctantly, she picked up pen and paper. *** Anna got off the train and onto the platform. At first she thought that there had been some mistake for she saw no one she recognized, but then he stepped out of the shade of the low building. Gone were the Harry Potter eyeglasses and the unsure look. He had grown some, too. He stepped confidently toward her, smiling. "Szia, Anna," he said, picking up her suitcase. "You look great." He looked her up and down, clearly undressing her with his eyes. "Well, I'm here," she said, gazing down the familiar tree-lined lane leading toward the town center to avoid looking at him. "Thank you for coming." "You didn't give me much choice!" He only chuckled, took her arm and led the way. Of course it was all in her imagination, but it felt to her as though everyone was watching them - her - as they passed the statue of Petöfi Sándor in the town square. They kept walking, turning down a side street she had not noticed before. A couple of hundred meters down the street, Péter turned into a driveway in front of a neat, white stucco house. Anna glanced up at the building. It was a two-story, and there was a small balcony under the steeply peaked roof, not jutting out but set into the side of the house. Péter pointed to it, smiling, and said, "Your room is off that balcony. It has a nice view." But Anna was not given much chance to contemplate it, for both Ilona and Dori came out of the house to greet them. "Oh, Anna!" Dori cried, breaking into a run, "How nice you could come to visit us!" She wrapped her arms around the older girl, almost knocking her down in her enthusiasm. Ilona extended her hands toward Anna, who took them in hers. "Welcome, Anna. How nice to see you again. Dori has been beside herself since you wrote you would come to visit. She wanted so much to see you before she goes off to camp." Dorottya had grown in the intervening year, her baby fat giving way to a more slender, more woman-like figure. She had been in correspondence with Anna, often imploring her to visit, all the year. Anna had written her of her plans to visit a few days after her response to the brother. "I can't wait to show you your room," Dori said. "I made it up just for you!" "Dori," Ilona said, chidingly. "Well, mama helped. Come on," she admitted, tugging at Anna's hand. Ilona smiled and gave Anna a wink. They started to the house. Peti walked behind them with the suitcase, possibly so that he could watch Anna's butt. As they reached the steps, György appeared wearing coveralls stained with dirt at the knees. "Hallo, Anna," he smiled and gave her a fatherly peck on the cheek. "You look well, but not as tanned as you were when last I saw you." "Szia. Have you been gardening?" György looked down at his trousers and smiled. "Yes, the weeds grow so fast." Anna was given a tour of the house. Though not large, it was pleasantly spacious and neat. Downstairs were the kitchen and living rooms, and what might once have been a formal dining room had been converted into a TV and entertainment room. Upstairs were three bedrooms, the guest room and the tiny balcony, almost a room to itself, off the guest room by a sliding glass door. The guest room had indeed been prepared carefully. The bed was covered with what must have been Dori's best coverlet, white with pink rabbits embroidered on it. An armoire more than large enough for the clothes she brought stood against the wall beside the door, and a writing table that doubled as a vanity with a mirror hung on the wall behind it was opposite the bed and next to the balcony door. A small chair stood beneath the window in the far wall. After the tour, Ilona announced that the meal was ready and everyone retired to the kitchen. After the noon meal, György suggested that Dori and Peti show Anna around the town, and then he and Ilona would meet them at the spa in a couple of hours. "I'm sure Anna will like to take the mineral baths. Take your suit, but towels are provided," he informed her. Anna was not going to share that she had already seen the town and been to the baths. Peti kept a straight face as well. *** After the walk through town and a relaxing soak in the hot mineral baths, and a pleasant supper, the family and Anna watched some TV. Dorottya wanted to talk, and as soon as she thought it was decent she asked Anna to come to the balcony to talk. Anna's mind was racing as to how to get Peti to give up the pictures and was not at all interested in the family comedy on TV, so she agreed, hoping for a chance to take Peti aside to talk. Dori wanted to tell Anna all about her coming trip to camp, an equestrian camp where she hoped to learn to ride and maybe even jump horses. Anna listened with half her attention, smiling and making appropriate responses. And when Peti joined them, he behaved like a perfect young gentleman, probably because his chatty sister was also there. Though he did give Anna smug looks. But of course, there was no opportunity for Anna to ask her questions. When it was time for bed, it was with mixed emotion that Anna anticipated a visit from Peti during the night, but she slept undisturbed. *** The next day, Anna's curiosity about Peti's threat had reached the bursting point. She very badly wanted to ask about the pictures, but no opportunity arose through breakfast and the morning activities. But after the day meal, early in the afternoon, she managed to get him alone for a moment in the garden. "Peti, I came here as you asked. Now, about those pictures..." "Ah, yes, the pictures," he smiled. He took his phone out of his pocket and touched and swiped the screen a few times, then grinning held it out at her, but kept it out of her reach. The picture, although a bit fuzzy, showed Anna, clearly recognizable, bare chested and on her knees, her eyes closed and her mouth open, a big white wad in her hair, other globs trailing down her face and onto her tits, and five spurting cocks aimed at her. Anna stood speechless, frozen in her tracks. How slutty she looked in the picture! "Tomorrow my parents will drive Dori to that camp. You can see the pictures and watch me delete them then," he said, putting the phone away. "What about backups? I'm sure you made backup copies!" "OK, the backups too- after you earn the favor." "What do you mean, 'earn the favor'?" she asked, but he merely turned and walked into the house. The rest of the day was spent with Anna and Ilona helping an excited Dori pack for her camp trip. Anna's mind burned with the phrase, "earn the favor." Surely he wouldn't invite his friends again? The thought of facing János and the others was just too embarrassing and it worried Anna no end. Dori wanted to take a two-piece bikini-like bathing suit, despite that her breasts were just barely beginning to form, but her mother told her no, and chose a more demure one-piece for her. Dori objected, and looked to Anna for support, offering to model the bikini. Still thinking about Peti's remark, Anna agreed. But after seeing it on her, despite that the girl had really begun to look womanly, Anna told her, "Your mother is right, Dori. Take the other one." At last, Dori was packed. At the supper table Anna very nearly blurted out the question that was consuming her, but she held her tongue. But while helping to clear the table she hung back and whispered to him, "What did you mean by my earning it?" "You'll see tomorrow," was all the whispered answer she got. *** Despite having tossed and turned for a long while before falling asleep, the question of his deleting the photos bearing heavily on her mind, Anna felt refreshed as she came downstairs to breakfast. The Szakály family was up early, and György was already getting ready to pack the car. It seemed to Anna that when all of Dori's bags were loaded there would not be room enough for the people in the little blue Fiat, but somehow, with Anna's help, they packed it all in with plenty of room. "The camp is way over near the Hortobágy," György told Anna. "Oh, don't be alarmed, it isn't a prison," he grinned. "But there will be paperwork when we get there. There always is paperwork, isn't there? I expect we won't be home until mid afternoon even though we are getting a good start. I'm afraid we can't be here for the noon meal." Ilona added, "I left plenty of left-overs for you and Peti in the fridge. Just warm them up. You two need not miss dinner. Don't wait for us - we will eat on the way somewhere." "Peti, try not to burn the house down! Anna, watch him around the stove!" György winked, a fake stern look on his face. Peti made a dismissive gesture. Dori hugged Anna and tried to look sad at leaving, but her enthusiasm for the trip burst through as she got in the back seat. Peti and Anna stood at the end of the drive waving goodbye as the car turned in the direction of the road leading to the M3 highway. "Come inside, Anna," Peti commanded as soon as the car had gone from sight. Anna followed him into the house. and she was suddenly acutely aware that she was alone with him. With a chill she realized that she would soon discover the manner in which he expected her to earn the erasure of the photos. He led her into the kitchen and sat down, though "slumped" is more the word, draping himself over a chair as only a teenager can. He took out his phone and selected the app to display the photos. Anna saw the same photo he had shown her yesterday flash across the screen. With a broad grin he said, "Take off all your clothes." "How did I know that was coming?" Anna thought, wondering what else was on his mind. Reluctantly, she began to yank them off. "No, no," he cried, "do it slowly. And show me what you're doing. I want to enjoy this. Remember how you did it in your room at The Mansion?" Anna remembered. She decided to give him the show he wanted, in order to get those photos erased. So she slowly lifted her top over her head and caressed her tits through her lacy, black bra. She dropped the top over the back of a chair and turned her back, wiggling her rump as she undid the button at the back of her shorts and pulled the zipper down, exposing the waist of lace-topped black panties. Still wiggling, she turned once again to face him and slowly drew the shorts down, wriggling from side to side to get them over her hips. Then she released them, allowing them to slide slowly down her legs to the floor. She stepped out of them with one foot and hooked them with the other, bringing them up to her hand to drape over the chair with her top. "Nice," Peti whispered. His voice grew hoarse as he continued, "You look great in those undies you're wearing. They look nice, but lose them, too." Anna danced hesitantly for a moment from one foot to the other, then turned her back to show how she unhooked her bra. She let the shoulder straps fall, holding the cups in place with her arms and slowly turned. When she was facing him fully she straightened her arms and allowed the cups to slowly slide away, and let the bra fall on top of the shorts. With her lips parted as though pouting, and with her eyes partly lidded, she pinched her own nipples, causing the areolas to pucker and crinkle. She lifted one foot, crossing her thighs slightly. Peti groaned his appreciation, his phone, ignored, going dark in his hand. A noticeable bulge had appeared in his pants. "Go on," he croaked. Anna's left hand crossed over to squeeze her right breast and her right hand journeyed over her smooth belly, over the lacy top of the panties and cupped the mound between her legs, her fingers dancing lightly. Her left hand lazily left the breast it was squeezing to brush a stray strand of hair from her face as she did a little grind. Anna had started the striptease reluctantly, and only because he held the blackmail pictures, but gradually she began to enjoy doing it. The feeling of looking very sexy, of moving so sensually, the appreciative eyes on her every move - it was intoxicating and exhilarating. She turned slowly, looking over her shoulder at Peti, and keeping her upper body - and therefore her tits - in profile to him, swayed her hips to music that she alone heard as she slapped her own booty on each cheek. His eyes drank the texture of her skin, the curve of her breast, the swell of her swaying buttocks. They followed closely as her hands roved down to the waistband of her lacy panties and began to draw them down over her undulating hips. Fascinated, the eyes followed that waistband as it inched downward, then widened as the elastic hung up in back while her hands slowly moved over her hips. They narrowed as, with a snap, the band followed down to nestle under her cheeks. Anna bent to draw the little black object down her legs and off, fully aware of the effect that her dangling tits had on him. She turned then, rolling her hips in a slow grind, until she was facing toward her audience of one. She swirled the scrap of cloth around on a finger before tossing it nonchalantly onto Peti's lap. "You've let your hair grow," he remarked, looking at the patch now revealed. Though short, it was not trimmed close as it had been last summer. "I haven't been wearing my bikini during the winter." She stood in a defiant yet provocative pose, her fists on her hips, rocking from side to side. "You had best clean up the breakfast things now," he said in a mild voice, but one that brooked no disagreement. Anna began taking the dishes to the sink and putting things away in the fridge. Peti watched, casually handing her things from the table, sometimes holding them out of her reach for a moment, but never moving from the chair. His eyes, however, followed her every move as her naked form stooped, reached and twisted in her chores. At one point he almost, but not quite, sat up to improve his view as she bent over to reach a lower shelf of the fridge. "You can leave the dishwashing until after the noon meal," he said as she began to run the water in the sink. "For now, come with me." He lazily lifted his carcass from the chair, took her hand roughly and led her out of the kitchen. She had a momentary chill as they went by the chair with her clothing, leaving them behind. With her clothes out of reach she felt even more naked and vulnerable. He led her, not to the stairs leading up to the bedrooms as Anna expected, but across to the TV room. The room was small, cozy and dark, with only one small window that was curtained and with the blind drawn down. A comfortable couch to the left faced the flat-screen TV, with two upholstered chairs on either side of a coffee table before it. A laptop was closed on the coffee table. A thick shag rug covered the floor between the table and the TV. Near the door was a lamp sitting on a small table that had several magazines on it. Peti snapped on the lamp as he entered rather than raising the blind, despite the sunny day outside. Anna was grateful, since the window overlooked the street and she didn't want to publicize her nakedness to the whole town. Peti turned and smiled at Anna, "I like having you around. Especially when you are naked." Anna didn't answer. She was thinking of the events last summer, in her room at Lake Balaton. Peti walked to the laptop, opened it and pressed the power button. "I want to show you something, but while it's booting up, why don't you undress me?" The tone of his voice made it clear that it was not just a request. Whatever arousal Anna had begun to feel while doing her striptease had dissipated while cleaning up the kitchen, and she felt rather put off by this demand. But he had those pictures, so what was she to do but comply? And beside that, if she did as he asked, and made him happy, maybe - just maybe - he would erase those pictures all the sooner. She pulled the tails of his shirt out of his jeans. Grinning, he reached forward to caress her breasts as she undid his shirt buttons. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples as she reached the bottom button and drew his shirt open, and his hands mimicked hers, running up and over her shoulders as she drew the shirt over his. He lowered his arms and let if fall to the floor. He embraced her then, drawing her to him, pressing her breasts against his bare skin, feeling the soft yet firm pressure of her hardening nipples on his chest. In turn she felt the hard muscles of his young, almost hairless chest mashing her boobs. Under other circumstances, she thought, that warm pressure might have been exciting, even welcome. His hands strayed down over her back, exploring the curve of her waist, then continuing down to cup her booty. In spite of her misgivings, Anna began to enjoy the sensations. After a minute of squeezing and kneading of her bottom, Peti stepped back and returned his attention to her boobs. Even though the situation was a bit unpleasant, Anna began to warm up as he manipulated her breasts, massaging the nipples and kneading her tits thoroughly. He motioned toward his belt buckle. Obediently, Anna pulled the end of the belt, released the prong and slowly drew the belt from the buckle's frame. She was reaching for the button of his jeans when she felt a gentle but firm pressure on her shoulders. He wanted her to kneel! Kneel like a serf before the king! Or like a sex-slave to her master as in the story she had read on the dock last summer. She wanted to resist this, knowing that her face would be only centimeters from what she would be releasing, but his low chuckle reminded her once more of her situation, so she sank to her knees on the plush carpet. She could not have said if it was the physical act itself or the memories that it evoked, but in kneeling Anna felt a rush of feelings. Feelings of tingling excitement, of a delightful wickedness, of an erotic submissiveness. She had left most of the proper, respectable Anna at the train station in the Capital, but whatever remnant of acceptability that remained in her now dissolved. Anticipating and remembering how his member would feel against her cheek and on her lips, she undid the button and zipped down the fly. He was not wearing underwear and as soon as she had tugged the jeans down a bit, his cock sprang loose to bob right before her nose. It was already throbbing in its expectancy. It was as she remembered, not long but respectably thick and firm, with the ridge of the corona clearly outlined under the foreskin. The very tip of the bulging head was visible, its one blind eye peering from the sheath. She had only drawn the jeans down to his knees before she felt the urge to kiss it. She slid her hands up the insides of his thighs as her tongue snaked out to lick, and then her hands encased his scrotal sack. His cock jumped as her tongue made contact. "Oh, God, yes," he groaned. Anna took the shaft in one hand to steady it as she kissed the encased corona, then with her lips parted and pursed, she snaked her tongue into the end of his foreskin, finding the crown within. She swirled her tongue around within the sheath, wetting the corona. Carefully, with tongue and lips, she pushed the skin back until half the head was exposed, then opened her mouth, clasped her lips over the shaft and drew her head back, returning the skin over the corona and stretching it beyond. She drew the little flesh-tube out, stretching it between her pursed lips and his trembling shaft and played with it. He moaned in his pleasure and took her head between his palms. Gently, she rasped her teeth over the sheathed corona. Peti gasped. Anna was enraptured, enjoying the feel of his meat between her lips, and the obvious pleasure he was deriving from her attention. She was having fun playing with the cock and almost forgot his threat. She remembered, not only the pictures, but also the events to which they bore witness and grasped the cock in both hands, pulling on the skin of the shaft, causing the foreskin to pull back and expose most of the mushroom-like head. Using her lips she pushed the collar up behind the ridge and swirled her tongue over the crown. Sucking in her cheeks, she pushed her mouth down on the cock until she felt its head press against the entrance to her throat, then pulled back. She repeated her descent, swirling her tongue against the underside as she sucked it in. He moaned. As she felt the velvet-smoothness of the head filling the back of her mouth, Peti groaned again, and his hands began to pull at her head while his hips started to thrust forward and she began to gag. In alarm Anna pushed him away. "I don't do deep throat," she cried, "Don't make me throw up!" "Oh, sorry. But don't stop!" he said, and he dropped his hands to his sides. Anna didn't stop. She rubbed the bared corona against her nose, over her cheek and under her chin, then along her neck before plunging her mouth back onto it. The skin had re-covered the mushroom-cap, so Anna played her tongue into the end, swirling around the head some more. For a couple of minutes she played it enthusiastically with her lips and tongue and engulfing the head and a large part of the shaft. Sensing that he was close to erupting, Anna began to jack the shaft with one hand while kneading and massaging his balls with the other. He began to tremble. He took the shaft in his own hand, so she used both hands on his nuts. She gently pulled on them, stretching the sack. He started to strike her face with his dick, hitting her on each cheek, making her flinch. In a moment he was squirting. Three thick, ropey streams spurted in rapid succession onto her brow and into her hair. His belly quivered and his knees shook. Then another thick squirt erupted, coating her upper lip and partway up a nostril. Anna moaned, for she had unconsciously - or semi-consciously - been rubbing her thighs together, and that, together with the wickedness of what she was doing, was pushing her toward her own edge. She opened her mouth to allow the rest of his streams to land on her tongue, and as several more jets did that, she came. Although Peti, being in another world, did not recognize it. As her belly spasms shook her, she closed her lips over the corona and felt it pulsing as the last squirts and dribbles emptied into her mouth. She kept Peti's twitching member in her mouth, still tonguing it gently as the aftershocks coursed through them both. When his penis had shrunk far enough, she took the whole of it in her mouth, pressing her semen-coated nose against the hairs of his belly. Then she sat back on her heels and swallowed, grinning as he watched. "Oh, you look so great," he said. "I love seeing you smeared up like that! I'll bet you want to see, too!" "Er, ah - oh, yeah." He laughed and said, "Stay right where you are. Don't move." He shucked the jeans completely off and tossed them onto one of the chairs, then left the room. In moments he returned carrying an antique full-length mirror set in a pedestal frame. Anna couldn't imagine where he had gotten it. He also had several towels over his arm. He set the mirror in front of the TV set and pivoted it so Anna could see herself. Her face was streaked with thick, white ropes, slowly oozing down. A large wad on her upper lip was ready to drip down onto her chin and breasts. Three long strands lay over her nose, over her forehead and ending in thick pools in her hair. Smaller drops clung to her hair next to her left ear. Anna had to agree with Peti's assessment; she thought she looked very sexy, and in a slutty sort of way, beautiful. Looking at her image she had the urge to rub herself to another climax. Peti sat down on the couch and dropped the towels on it, his balls tumbling down the front of the cushion, and pulled the laptop toward himself. He clicked some keys and grinned. "My father thinks he can check on everything I do. He doesn't know that I have a special user name and password, and some hidden folders." He chuckled. "I said I have something to show you." "The pictures?" Anna asked, hopefully, dropping her hands despite the afterglow of her orgasm and the heat produced by her image in the mirror. "Oh, we'll get to them. We have all day; there's no rush." Anna groaned, but not in pleasure. His fingers clicked some more keys. From where she was sitting, on her heels still, all she could see was a reflection of changing colors on his glasses. "Ah. Here we are," he said. "Come sit here beside me on the towels." he grinned. "We don't want you dripping all over the furniture!" Anna got up, and felt a glob dribble onto her boobs. She walked to the couch, sat and looked at the screen. He had obviously gone to a porn site, for lewd advertisements filled one side of the screen. The center of the screen was occupied by a picture, frozen at the moment, with a big arrow in the middle. Behind the arrow was a washed-out close-up of a girl's face smiling at a huge erect cock. "Watch this." Peti said, and clicked on the arrow. The smiling girl on the screen proceeded to engulf the cock with her mouth and gave it enthusiastic attention, to the groaning accompaniment from the man whose face remained unseen. "So what," Anna thought, "I just gave him that - or better." The girl raised up off the cock, spit on it and descended on it slowly. And she descended more. Then, with a gurgling sound, she plunged all the way down until her nose was crushed. The man moaned while she held that position, her throat moving as she seemed to swallow. After a few seconds the girl raised off him and coughed. "I told you I don't do deep throating," Anna objected. "No, no. That's not it. Wait." Next the girl spent some time rather athletically bobbing her head up and down, going an amazing distance onto the shaft, but never quite taking all of it again. The camera moved back a bit to reveal that his legs were raised up to his chest, and at the same time the girl moved her attentions down to his balls. She licked them, kissed them and sucked them into her mouth. Anna pondered, "Well, I didn't eat Peti's balls, but I made them feel good with my hands, didn't I? Is that it? He wants me to eat his balls?" But Peti disavowed that thought, for after a bit he said, "Here it comes, now. Watch!" The girl moved downward on the screen, licking the underside of the man's scrotum, then, giggling, she licked down the perineum and to his anus. She licked it, spit on it, licked it again. Making her tongue pointed, she thrust it into him, and buried her face between his cheeks. "Oh, no," Anna thought. "Oh, no, no!" The girl on the screen came up for air, giggled some more, smiled up at the man whose face remained off screen, licked his scrotum once more, then plunged her arrow-tipped tongue into him again. She wiggled her face, rubbing her nose against his perineum. She took his rear cheeks in both hands and spread them, the better to reach what was between, spit and stuck her tongue in again, all the while making happy-sounding mumbling sounds. She continued to probe his nether opening for at least a minute before she sat back and told him to turn over. There was a camera break, presumably while he turned, and in the next scene, also a close up, his cock and balls were dangling, his knees out of sight against his chest, his cheeks apart and the soles of his feet on either side of his butt. He seemed to be up on some piece of furniture, a table perhaps, his ass sticking out over the edge. The girl again spat on the man's rosebud, and took one of her large breasts in her hand, wiggling the nipple against his dilating anus. Then she buried her face between his cheeks again while she took hold of his shaft with her hands and jacked on it. Moaning, she squirmed her face between his cheeks, repeatedly bobbing back and forth, tongue extended. She moved back, allowing the camera a view of his reddened, dilated anus, showing a funnel-shaped pink tunnel within. The girl giggled as it slowly closed up, but she spit again and inserted a finger, then two fingers and wiggled them around until it relaxed. Next, having relaxed the sphincter with her finger work, the camera very briefly catching it distended, she stuck out her tongue again and once more buried her face, returning her hands to their work on his shaft and swinging balls. She kept that up for a rather long time, while his groaning grew louder. The girl lifted her face and with her hands she grabbed his cock and swung it toward her, backward toward her waiting mouth, and engulfed it, giving it several rapid strokes, then pointed it at her waiting face and stroked it rapidly with her hands until he shot his load all over it and into her open mouth. She was smiling while fondling his balls when the image on the screen faded and went dark. Peti was grinning, looking at Anna's shocked and still coated face. Anna sat in disbelief. Did he really want, even expect her to do that? To do that to him? How filthy, dirty and depraved that was! She could just imagine how awful it must taste! No, no. Maybe with a finger, but not with her tongue. Ugh! Even a finger - what if it came out with... No, no. Not even licking the outside, never mind penetrating! How could that girl do it? And she even seemed to be enjoying what she did! Awful!! And yet... She looked at Peti. He grinned quietly, an expectant look on his face. Anna noticed that his cock had already risen to half-mast. God! It had not been very long since he had "painted" her face! He said nothing, but clicked the computer's controls, resetting the video and starting it again. Anna did not want to watch that scene again, or listen to the excited sounds both participants in the video were making, but she could not tear her eyes away. As though mesmerized, she sat, with his semen still dripping from her face, and watched. But she wondered why Peti was showing her this? He made no move to suggest that he wanted that of her, or of anything for that matter. He only sat, naked and quiet, his knees apart, the rejuvenation of his arousal now very evident. Once again Anna witnessed the girl in the video burying her face in the man's butt, her tongue recklessly invading his nether reaches. Anna found herself unaccountably becoming aroused on this viewing, even though she found the idea revolting. She did not want to admit it, even to herself, but then why was her tongue rubbing the inside of her closed lips? What was that dampness growing between her legs? And what was that thrill she felt when the girl in the video thrust her tongue into his slack and dilated hole? Somehow it was a turn-on. Particularly that part where the girl had pointed the penis in the "wrong" direction. She wondered if Peti's could be bent that far down. The video ended and Peti turned to her and asked, "Watch it again?" "No. Oh, no," Anna protested. "But what about those pictures?" Peti laughed. "Oh, sure." He turned the laptop screen away and clicked the keyboard. Anna figured he was logging in to that secret login of his. "I have them encrypted so no one else can access them," he told her, as he clicked more keys. Then he turned the screen toward her and pressed enter. The same picture she had glimpsed on his cell phone appeared, but clearer on the larger screen. She saw her bare chested image, her eyes closed and on her knees a big white wad in her hair, other globs trailing down her face and onto her tits, and five spurting cocks aimed at her and her open mouth. Even though she was horrified at the thought of the picture being seen by others, she found it exciting. In a moment, another scene appeared, a close-up of Anna's tits with rivulets of cum oozing down that made her remember the drying mess she now wore. A third, obviously taken later during the clean-up, showed tissue and several handkerchief-wielding hands on her boobs. "Will you erase them now?" she asked, her voice small. "Later, we can wait until later. Don't try to rush me." "Can I clean up my face now?" "Oh, sure. Just wipe yourself with that towel." She picked up the towel next to her and began to wipe her chest and face. While her eyes were covered Peti rose, and when she put the towel down, he was kneeling almost on top of her. He took one of her breasts in his hand. "I still love your knockers," he said. "Why don't you lie back on the couch?'" and his hand pushed on her chest. Afraid that he might try to sit in her face, Anna was reluctant, but she did as he wanted. She eased down onto the couch and Peti stood up and lifted her legs onto it as well, adjusting the towels under her. "I want to remember this couch with you on it," he said, standing over her. The sincerity and depth of emotion in his voice touched Anna. Even though he seemed not to know how to approach a woman, that his experience was limited to what he saw on porn sites, she felt for him. And his unskilled but uninhibited approach was endearing. When he knelt on the floor next to the couch and began to play with her boobs, she found it pleasant, and began to warm to it. She put his blackmail threat aside and thought back to the evening at Balaton. She remembered how he had rubbed his cock between her tits, how his eyes had glistened in wonder as he shot his load there. She recalled the feel of his recovered member sliding in the crack of her ass - how sexy that had felt! - and here he was squeezing her tits and playing with her nipples again. While one hand roamed from one tit to the other, his other hand stroked down her chest to her belly, slid down over her thigh and back up along the insides, giving her a delightful chill. His hand wandered over to the other thigh and coursed back up to her belly. "At least he has learned a little patience," Anna thought as his hand lingered around her navel. She turned her head to look at him. His face bore a look of rapture and concentration. Looking down she saw his cock, its excitement evident, for a dollop of pre-cum was hanging at the end of his prepuce. His hand moved down to caress her thatch. "So soft. Nice and soft. And warm," he mumbled and began to probe deeper. "Oh! Not so violently!" she cried. "Be more gentle down there!" "Oh." "You can mash my boobs, but take it easy - down there!" "Like this?" "That's better. Oh, yes. Just keep doing that." For a while he did just that, gently rubbing with one hand while squeezing and mashing with the other. Anna was beginning to lose herself, her fears, in the sensations, and she closed her eyes. With enthusiasm, he probed and rubbed and watched closely as Anna's excitement grew. Between his mauling of her boobs and the insistent, if unskilled, attention to her furry pussy, she was soon gasping, writhing on the couch, her hands alternately clenching on the cushions and his arms. He watched, enraptured, as Anna came. He thought the sight the most beautiful thing he had ever witnessed as her mouth fell open and her body contorted in climactic spasms. At last it was over and she pulled his hands away. "Wow," he breathed. "That was something else!" Anna lay in post-orgasmic bliss, unaware of the passage of time. She hardly noticed when he straddled her, practically sitting on her chest. She languidly opened her eyes and saw his cock poised over her. He had pulled the skin back to form a ring behind the corona, baring it. She reached up with one hand and grasped it at the base and drew it down to her pursed lips, kissing it. She rocked her head from side to side, rubbing her lips on it, feeling its rubbery texture. She opened her mouth and snaked her tongue out to just touch the cloven end, running her tongue down the ridge of the frenulum. She decided not to emulate the girl in the video, but rather to give Peti the slowest, most sensuous blow-job of his life. Peti's reaction was obvious from his groan of pleasure. She smiled and licked all around the ridge of the corona. His cock twitched and if she hadn't been holding it would have escaped. She only chuckled and licked some more, and then gently and slowly engulfed the head in her mouth. She took in at least half of his shaft, sucking in her cheeks as she drew back off it. She kept up her attentions, lipping and tonguing mostly the head, so that a watcher might have thought she was working on an ice cream cone. She even tilted her head to one side so that she could wipe both lips along the shaft. All of that with extreme slowness, in contrast to the girl in the video. Peti's reaction was one of pleasant surprise. His experience having been limited to watching such activities on porn sites, he was not prepared for the slow, careful attention he was receiving. After just a few minutes, he was ready to explode, but Anna skillfully kept him right on the edge, pushing his hands away when he tried to help himself. But at last, with a cry as though he were being strangled, the dam broke. With the flat of her tongue lapping at the underside of the corona and the frenulum, he came. Heavy jets of thick, viscous fluid spurted onto her forehead, into her hair, dripping onto her nose. She closed her eyes as he spurted onto her eyebrows, a pool forming on one shut lid. She captured the last spurt with the head in her mouth and sucked out the last trickle. When he had recovered, she said, "Now, about those pictures..." "Later. I'm hungry. Let's see what mom left in the fridge." He climbed off her, closed the picture application and logged off his "hidden" account on the computer. While he was doing that, Anna admired her "makeup" in the mirror and then cleaned up with one of the towels. She followed him back to the kitchen. He selected several dishes from the leftovers and had her warm them. They ate, naked and in silence. When they were done, he commanded her to wash the dishes. It must be said in his favor, however, that he did the drying and putting away. In the course of doing that, he found several ways to rub his rampant cock on her rump, leaving a wet trail of pre-cum on her booty. Then he took her back to the TV room. She asked again, "Peti, when will you do as you said you would, and erase those pictures?" "Soon, Anna. There is plenty time. My folks won't be home for a few hours yet." Anna was at her wit's end with frustration. Would he really do as he had said? Or would he break his word? She sat down on the couch. She closed her eyes, just for a moment, she thought. She almost didn't notice when he climbed onto the couch. But the couch cushions shifted under his weight and her eyes snapped open. His ball sack hung just a few centimeters above her face. He was squatting over her, on the back of the couch where she had rested her head. If a part of her was frightened by that, she tried not to show it. He leaned down and began massaging her boobs, but more gently than before. He looked down and saw how his nuts were hanging in front of her and chuckled. Slowly he spread his knees and lowered his sack to her face. Remembering the video, Anna figured what he wanted, her short nap had made her relaxed and compliant, so she opened her mouth wide and sucked his balls in. She laved them in her mouth with her tongue, giving him a treat he had never felt before. She closed her lips behind them on the scrotal sack and rocked her head from side to side. He groaned his pleasure. "Vak goog?" she asked, eyes closed, mouth full of scrotum. "Hunh?" She spat them out and repeated, "Is that good?" "Ohh. yes. Again!" In spite of her feeling of debasement, of perhaps because of it, she felt good about his reaction, so closing her eyes, she opened her mouth wide again, gently chewing on first one, then the other, then both. She felt a strange mixture of depravity and power, of wickedness and tenderness as she laved the testes with her tongue and sucking them. She opened her eyes as she felt his body press on her face. Her nose was almost at his anus! Oddly, she smelled no "bathroom scent," only a hint of sweat, the lingering odor of soap, and something else, not too unpleasant. Suddenly feeling very slutty from the combination of the day's activities and the abandon due to what she had already begun, and due to an insatiable curiosity, she spat out his balls and licked his perineum from behind the nuts almost to the anus. He pressed back at her. "You really want that, don't you?" she asked, her voice small. "Yes!" he whispered. Her hands went to the cheeks above her head, partly to hold him up, partly to spread those cheeks, and tentatively she extended her tongue. "Oh, no," she thought, "I'm not doing this, am I?" But her tongue went to the crinkled rosebud and tickled at it. His gasp encouraged her. She flattened her tongue and wiped over the wrinkled spot, wetting it. The loud groan of pleasure she heard him emit further enticed her, and she lifted her head the better to reach. And then her tongue extended and became pointed. And then she was penetrating, she was feeling his sphincter pulsing around her tongue. Her nose pressed into the valley between his cheeks, her chin was against his perineum. Her tongue began to dance in and out, fucking his asshole as it slowly relaxed, allowing her deeper and deeper penetrations. She became lost in the delightful iniquity of what she was doing and in the feelings that coursed through her body. Over and again her tongue swiped over, laved and invaded the forbidden orifice as her hands massaged and spread his buttocks. As her tongue delved more deeply she began to taste something else; a harsh taste, bitter. Was it shitty? She didn't think so. It didn't seem so bad. A detached part of her wondered at how, in a matter of a few hours, she had gone from being disgusted at viewing this act to actually performing it, and that with pleasure! Her neck began to ache from holding her head up off the couch. Unaware how she echoed the words of the girl in the video, she said, "Let me up, and kneel here." He did, and she knelt behind his raised rear, her own butt also in the air. He leaned his upper body on the couch's arms, his cock and balls hanging between his spread thighs. Anna grasped both around the base with one hand, flattened one cheek with the other and dove in with her face. She slowly licked up from his balls and up the crack of his ass, then back down, finally probing into the anus. And like the girl in the video, wobbled her head from side to side as she began to jerk on the shaft of his cock. Peti groaned and moaned, his pleasure evident. The hand that Anna had placed on his cheek left its perch and found its way between her own legs to play there. Play as she knew so well. She was lost in what she was doing, both to him and to her own body. Soon she was well on her way to a mind-blaster. That was when Peti disengaged himself, turned over and grabbed her head. He raised her up and kissed her, pressing his tongue between her lips, shocking Anna. "I want to fuck you now," he blurted out. "Last summer I didn't have protection, but now I do," he continued. He got off the couch and retrieved a small package from a pocket of his jeans lying where he had left them. He opened the package and extracted a small packet, then tore that open in turn and, brandishing its contents, came back to the couch. "See?" "Yes, I see. All right. Go ahead." She lay back on the couch, arranging the towels under her as a precaution, for she was already very juicy! He started to roll the condom on, but his fingers shook so hard in excitement she thought he might jerk himself off before he got it on, so she took it from him. "Here, let me do that." She deftly rolled the sheath onto his member, then parted her legs with her knees up for him to get between. He knelt, and aimed, but at the top of her slit, and pushed. "No, no, aim a little lower." He found the right place and rammed home in one thrust. It was a good thing that Anna was already wet. Right away he began to pump furiously and without a hint of skill. "Stop, Peti! Wait," she cried. He stopped, looking confused. "Peti, have you ever done this before?" He looked away and barely breathed, "No." She smiled at him, "That's OK. Will you let me show you?" "Uh, you don't mind?" "No, just lie still a moment. Let things get used to each other a moment." He lay still. In a few seconds, she said, "Now pump me. But not too fast. We aren't making a porn video, so you can make it last, right?" "Um, I guess..." "Ok, now move in me, not too fast. Feel how I am gripping you? That's it." He wasn't holding himself up, and his weight was on her, but she didn't care. He was having trouble controlling his ardor, so she helped slow his actions with her hands on his butt. A few times she made him stop for a few seconds by wrapping her legs around his and grabbing his butt hard. But soon Anna was gasping in his ear, her own hips crashing wildly against his, and she came. She was too lost in her own ecstasy to notice the broad grin on his face. Hardly had she stopped her convulsions than Peti rose up on his knees and commanded her to roll over. "I want to do you doggie style," he announced. Anna rolled over and put her rump up, he entered her and began pounding. It did not take long before Anna came again. And before she was done, Peti pulled out of her, and came around the couch tearing off the condom. He stroked his cock on her face, and in seconds, with a huge grunt and cry, he was painting her face again. Though the jets were not as forceful, nor the quantity as great, he thoroughly smeared his gift over her cheek and nose. Then, completely spent, he sat down heavily. When their breathing returned to near normal, she asked, "Will you delete them now? Please?" Peti grunted his assent. He picked up his phone from the table and under Anna's watchful eyes, deleted the pictures, then logging back into his special account, erased the backups. He even allowed Anna to press the enter key at the "do you want to permanently delete..." dialog. He looked like he would fall asleep any moment, but Anna didn't allow it yet. "We have to put the mirror back where you got it, and get rid of the towels. Get dressed. And I need a shower! Come, on, before your folks get back!" When the little Fiat pulled into the drive, Peti was snoozing on the couch, and Anna was in one of the armchairs and a movie was playing on the TV. After a light supper, Peti walked Anna back to the train station. The platform was deserted. As the train chugged into the station, Peti started to say, "Anna, I'm sorry I blackmailed you. I'll never forget..." "Shh," she interrupted him, smiled and climbed aboard. The car was almost empty, so Anna chose a window seat, and stared out it at scenery flashing by all the way to the Capital, not seeing a thing. ----------