College Friends Blackmail Him With a Handjob

After that first innocent game of touching and stripping each other bare had turned into real nudity, hands on cocks and pussies, and then full-on fucking, Sarah, Jessica and Mike had the whole summer break stretching ahead with nothing to do except play. And play they did, hard. Fresh out of college and not yet punching a clock, they had eight straight weeks of blistering heat to fill.

For the first couple days after that walk none of them brought it up. Too shy, too raw. It had been the first real sex for all three.

Return to the Grass

Jessica broke the silence one sticky afternoon with a sly little smile, saying she was heading out past the woods and did anybody want to tag along. Sarah and Mike both nodded fast. Half an hour later the three of them sat on the same patch of grass, passing a bottle of wine Mike had swiped from his dad’s stash.

Nobody mentioned the last time until Mike finally spoke up. “That was an interesting afternoon we had last time we sat here,” he said, voice low.

“It certainly was a lot of fun,” Sarah answered. “I never thought I’d be involved in anything like that.” She paused, cheeks pink, then added quieter, “I think about it all the time now.”

“So do I,” Jessica said, eyes bright.

The two girls looked at each other and slow smiles spread across their faces. Sarah leaned in and gave Jessica a quick peck on the cheek. Jessica leaned back to return it, but Sarah turned her head and caught her full on the mouth. Within seconds they were stretched out on the grass, kissing deep, arms wrapped tight, fingers stroking hair and skin.

Not wanting to be left out, Mike dropped down beside them with Sarah in the middle. He slid his arms around both girls and kissed Sarah’s neck, tasting salt and sun. His hands roamed, stroking hair then sliding down to cup Sarah’s breasts as he popped her blouse buttons open one by one. Sarah had already unbuttoned Jessica’s top; finding no bra underneath, she dipped her head and sucked a nipple into her mouth, tongue flicking the hard peak.

The lust hit fast, memories of last time flooding back. Clothes came off in a rush until all three were nearly naked, hands everywhere, fondling nipples, sliding over wet pussies, stroking Mike’s stiff cock. Mike ended up on top of Jessica, her legs spreading wide as she guided his throbbing dick straight into her slick cunt while Sarah sucked hard on her tits.

“To think we’ve known each other since elementary school and never done this before,” Jessica gasped as Mike started pounding her pussy in steady thrusts.

Over the next hour, under the heavy August sun and the smell of ripe wheat all around, both girls took turns feeling Mike’s hard cock buried deep inside them. All three came hard, over and over, at the touch of fingers, lips, cock and dripping cunts.

For the rest of the summer they met up almost every day, mostly at Sarah’s place since her parents worked, but sometimes back in their hidden spot beside the woods. Mike fucked Sarah and Jessica both, and the girls went at each other too, tongues and fingers busy. Whoever wasn’t getting fucked would rub their own clit or stroke whatever they could reach. They got damn good at making each other come with hands and mouths.

Sarah especially loved jerking Mike off, her small fingers wrapped tight around his thick cock, watching him shoot ropes of cum across Jessica’s tits. Or she’d finger Jessica to a shaking orgasm while sucking on her nipples. She also loved spreading her legs wide so Jessica’s tongue could lap at her swollen clit.

Sarah and Jessica both learned to take Mike’s cock into their mouths, sucking, licking, stroking, sometimes working him together. Sarah used to worry about a guy coming in her mouth, but the first time Mike exploded down her throat she was so turned on she nearly came herself. There was real power in feeling that cock swell between her lips and knowing she made it happen.

She got good at swallowing every drop, and sucking Mike’s dick became one of her favorite things.

Camera and Blackmail

Things got hotter when Mike brought out his camera. A wildlife nut, he’d gotten a single-lens reflex camera and a small hide tent for his birthday. An old uncle had passed along a zoom lens and a full darkroom kit with paper, chemicals, and a red safelight. It was 1978, so everything came out in black and white, but Mike loved shooting birds and deer out in the fields. His folks had no clue what else the gear would capture. Once he could develop his own prints, the three of them started posing for dirty pictures. They each took copies home, hid them, and got off to them at night.

Jessica’s favorites were a close-up of Mike’s erect cock and a shot of Sarah smiling topless, little tits aimed at the lens. Mike loved jerking off to any naked pictures of the girls. One load landed right across a photo of Sarah; she was shocked but secretly thrilled when he showed her the dried cum stains the next day. Even quiet Sarah ran her fingers over those stains like they were something precious.

Toward the end of August a bad thing happened. Sarah’s grandma, who lived next door, got robbed. Jewelry and good silver got taken. The three of them were furious; they all knew the old woman. Mike asked around town and the trail led straight to a rich kid named Tyler. Mike knew him a little from the bar, though Tyler was five years older. His family had a big house on the edge of town and he’d gone to some fancy boarding school before college. Tyler had a rep for being an arrogant prick and there were rumors he’d pressured younger girls into sex.

Wanting to get the valuables back, Mike struck up a conversation with Tyler at the bar and found out they both liked wildlife photography. An idea clicked. He invited Tyler on a walk to shoot pictures together. Jessica and Sarah came along after Mike laid out the plan. Mike meant to take real wildlife shots, but not of animals.

“Isn’t that blackmail?” Jessica asked on the way.

“Yes, it is,” Mike said, “but under the circumstances I think it’s justified.”

So the four of them hiked out one afternoon until they reached the private spot past the woods. They sat down and Jessica unpacked sandwiches and drinks. Mike had brought another bottle of wine and made sure Tyler drank most of it. Shirts came off in the heat. They ate, drank, and talked birds while a steady breeze moved through the trees. It was a perfect summer afternoon and Tyler turned out to be decent company, nothing like his reputation, but they knew they had to follow through. All the evidence pointed to him.

Once Tyler was good and tipsy, Mike gave the signal. The three of them jumped him, pinning him flat, sitting on his arms and legs. He laughed at first, thinking it was a joke. When Mike pulled tent pegs, rope, and a mallet from his pack and started staking him down, Tyler realized it wasn’t funny. Soon he lay spread-eagled on the grass like a crucifix, ropes tight.

“What do you want from me?” Tyler asked, voice tight.

“We know you broke into Sarah’s grandma’s house and stole her stuff,” Mike said. “You’re going to tell us where it is.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Tyler snapped.

“Well, we happen to know that you do,” Mike said. “And since you’re not talking, we’re going to use some incentives.”

Tyler looked amused as Mike lifted the camera and snapped a couple shots of him tied down.

“You think a couple photos of me tied up are going to make me talk?” He laughed.

Mike stayed quiet and nodded at Sarah. Her quick fingers unbuttoned and unzipped Tyler’s pants.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing? This is not okay, stop it right now,” Tyler tried to sound tough.

“What’s not okay,” Mike said, “is breaking into an old lady’s house and taking everything she owns. What’s not okay is forcing girls to fuck you. Keep going, Sarah.”

“Absolutely,” Sarah said. “After everything he did to my gran he deserves this. I’m going to enjoy it.”

“Me too,” Jessica added.

Sarah yanked Tyler’s pants down to his ankles. He wore only white briefs now. Mike had the girls step aside, then took another photo that showed Tyler’s face but hid the ropes. Tyler struggled hard but couldn’t move. Realizing he was stuck, he changed tactics.

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“Hey, please, let’s be reasonable. Surely we can work something out?”

Mike ignored him and nodded at Sarah again. She saw the outline of his cock in the briefs, gave it a hard squeeze. “Doesn’t look that big,” she said, “but let’s find out.” She grabbed the waistband and jerked the briefs down. His balls and cock were small and soft. The girls moved aside while Mike took another picture.

“See if you can make it any bigger,” Mike said. “It’ll look better in the photo. I’m sure everyone at the bar will enjoy seeing him with a hard-on. Maybe his mom and dad would like a copy too. And his little sister.”

Sarah knelt beside Tyler and circled his limp dick with finger and thumb. She knew exactly how to work a cock after weeks of practice on Mike. She loved the challenge of taking him right after he came and getting him stiff again fast. At 18 Mike could get hard in minutes with her fingers and mouth. She had no plans to put Tyler’s cock in her mouth though.

First she pulled the foreskin all the way back, then stroked slow and steady. Tyler’s mind screamed that he didn’t want these photos out, but Sarah’s fingers felt too good. His cock began to swell. A smile spread across Sarah’s face as it grew thicker in her hand until it stood fully erect.

“Not so small after all,” she said. “About as big as yours.”

“Time for another photo,” Mike said. Sarah stepped back while he snapped a clear shot of Tyler’s hard cock lying against his stomach.

“Now let’s see if we can get a photo with some cum in it. You up for it, Sarah?”

“I’ll certainly give it a go,” she answered, kneeling again and wrapping her fingers around his rigid shaft. Jessica knelt close, watching every stroke. She knew how much Sarah loved jerking cock and loved seeing those delicate fingers working.

“Please stop,” Tyler begged as the full weight of what could happen hit him.

“You only need to tell us where the valuables are and this stops,” Mike said. “I’ll even hand over the negatives once we get the stuff back.”

Tyler thought fast. If the photos spread he’d be humiliated everywhere. If he confessed to the burglary he could go to jail, his dad would beat him, and that city job would vanish. Temporary shame seemed easier. He kept quiet while Sarah kept stroking.

Sarah knew her rhythm and sped up. She was getting payback for her grandma but also genuinely enjoying the feel of his cock in her hand. Tyler shut his eyes, trying to shut out the scene, but his hips started thrusting on their own. Sarah pumped faster until Tyler let out a choked groan and his cock erupted, shooting cum across his chest and up to his shoulder. More spurts landed on his stomach while she kept jerking.

With a grin she looked up at Mike. “Do you think that’s enough cum for your photos?”

Only weeks earlier Sarah hadn’t even known most of these dirty words; now she loved saying them out loud.

“I should think that’s more than enough,” Mike said.

Sarah and Jessica stepped aside again while Mike took a whole series of shots, making sure the cum showed clearly even though Tyler tried to turn his face away. Mike wound the film to the end, pulled it out, and loaded fresh film.

“Well, we’ve got twenty-four photos,” Mike said. “We’ll show them to everybody until you talk. You going to tell us where the valuables are?”

Tyler stayed silent a long time, then shook his head. “No.”

“Well, at least you’re not denying it was you anymore,” Mike said. “I figured you might not cooperate, so I’ve arranged something extra.”

Now the girls looked puzzled as Mike told Jessica to pull Tyler’s briefs back up but leave the pants at his ankles. Mike pulled a long strip of cloth from his bag, wrapped it around Tyler’s head until his face was completely covered, leaving only slits for his nose and mouth. Tyler looked half mummified.

“What’s going on, what are you doing?” Tyler protested.

Mike said only one thing. “Just remember if anyone comes along you’re better off not being recognized.”