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 My trials in Summer 6 **Fiction**

   The youths sat side-by-side on the sofa, Judd at the head of the line
and Mickey in the middle while Mrs.  Manelli knelt before them on the
floor. For some unknown reason she lowered her face to the 7-inch spike of
Mickey first.  Her tongue scooped and coiled over the shiny moist head plus
3 or 4 inches of his cock.  Her tongue immediately rewarded with a burst of
his tangy pre cum sap, her eyes rolled giddily as she tasted him.  Judd
scooted forward to the edge of the sofa and tenderly brushed her styled
hair away from her attractive face so the boys could see her erotic
display. The ever bolder youth held the hair behind her ears so all could
see her fellate his dark skinned buddy.

   After two or three minutes on Mickey's pole she shifted to Bennie's and
swiveled her face onto his dick while jerking Mickey with her left hand. 
Mickey reached and began rubbing the back of her neck as she sucked and
slurped on Bennie.  The boy then seeing the zipper at the back of her dress
simply unzipped it and peeled it from her shoulders.  Pausing briefly in
her sucking to shimmy from the dress, Mrs.  Manelli knelt before the eager
boys as Mickey knelt on the sofa and waggled his dick before her, hoping
she would return to sucking their rigid spikes.  Marian's sweet lips
alternately dove and hummed up and down Mickey and Bennie at one brief
juncture she had their slender dicks wedged in her right hand and gorged
her face on both cocks at once.  Her tongue and lips drizzling heated
saliva on the boy's like syrup on warm pancakes.  Judd moved from the sofa
and kneeling behind her leaned in and swiped his wet tongue up her trench
gathering creamy feminine moisture.  The boy didn't stop there either. 
Just as the pleasant sensation reached Marian's pre occupied brain, Judd
rolled his tongue into a narrow point and wormed it into her anal aperture.
"Oh myy...you're a nasty one aren't you Epstein?", the excited teacher
blurted out as she pulled off the cocks she was gobbling and pushed Bennie
flat on his back on the sofa.  She began to lave his nuts with her moist
saliva dripping tongue.  Her mouth senses thrilled keenly as his light
brown cock hairs scratched her tongue.  "Oh agg, umm, aww aw...aww!  Yes,
Mrs.  Manelli lick my balls!" Bennie whined out to the woman as if in pain.
Marian was feeling endorphins assaulting her senses like waves crashing
ashore in a storm.  Always a latent exhibitionist, the lovely teacher
thrilled at the display she was putting on for the youths.  She leaned in
deeper to Bennie's groin and swiped her tongue over the rosette of his
sepia tinged anus.  Her tongue tingled from the tart musty flavor.  Mickey
bunched her hair in his hand while gently rubbing his engorged, throbbing
spike on her face.  Meanwhile Bullet paced the length of the garage yipping
and whining.  His keen k-9 sense of smell was attacked by the heated odors
of his mistress wafting down the hall to the garage.  The beast was
smelling those same scents he associated with his `play" time with his
owner.  The dog's fleshy pink cock slowly distended from its cock-sheath as
he paced the floor.  Marian suddenly felt Judd tongue cease licking her ass
and pussy and glancing briefly over her shoulders she saw the boy standing
and jerking his glistening turgid dick in his right fist "Oh Mrs.  Manelli,
its nice and hairy." Judd gasped and groaned as he listened to her return
to sucking and lapping on his classmates.  The gaping red piss slit of his
dick dripped boy sap that seeped over his knuckles as he stroked himself.
As he knelt behind her he could clearly see her taking 4-5 inches of
Mickey's glistening spike and then turning to lick Bennies upturned ass and
balls.  Suddenly it was too much for Bennie and the youth shot his pent up
load, "Awr, awr...don't stoppp!" He shouted.  A shiny coil of jizz shaped
like the letter S lurched up into Marian's face, lashing onto her eye brow
and temple.  Suddenly Judd yelped, "Owww...Mrs.  Ma...I'm gonna s-p-u-r-tt
it over you!" Marian felt the hot licks of wet cum splat on her gloriously
curvy behind.  One shiny dollop the size of a dime landed on her right
thigh soiling her stocking top.  The teacher climbed onto the sofa and
flopped wearily onto her back while smiling sexily at Mickey, the youth who
had not yet climaxed.  "C'mon Jefferson put it in me." She offered quietly,
a shock of her brunette hair hung across her face giving her a wanton look.
Raised on her elbows as she lay there, Marian looked on giddily as Mickey
inserted his dick into her wet snatch and began hunching away.  The adult
woman thrilled mightily from the boy's energetic thrusting, her mind
floating as her eyes closed.  The other two boys squirmed across the sofa
and wedged themselves to her lush breasts and began licking and sucking
causing her pebbly nipples to harden anew.

   Paul Sloan was a handsome but overworked auto executive.  Not that he
desired a humdrum marriage - his years of sexual frustration had groomed
more exotic tastes than missionary-position sex with one woman.  Women had
denied him their pleasures; they had snubbed him, ignored him, and they
merited punishment in his mind.  The desire to punish had come late. 
Twelve years before, when the claws of sexual frustration first gouged him,
he had started creeping out in blue-collar work clothes to frequent strip
clubs and adult book stores.

   He hated the travel he had to do chasing down supply chain proposals. 
He had gone for pretty girls with big tits, the sort you wished lived next
door, but as the claws dug deeper he progressed to open-legged girls and
women blatantly offering their cunts.  Even they had failed to satisfy him
for long.

   The claws dug deeper still.  In his search for stimulation, he picked up
a spanking magazine once because it was cheap.  The pictures were kind of
phony, but he noticed stories too.  He had ignored them previously,
preferring to masturbate over photographs.  Now, with time on his hands,
traveling he read, and a new world opened.  Here were women being degraded
and whipped as they deserved, some loving it, some not.  They took
punishment across their bottoms, their nipples, and even between their
legs. He drooled as delightful fantasies exploded in his mind. 
Henceforward, his lusts involved women in pain.  On subsequent visits to
the sex shop, he progressed to stories about heavy bondage and torture,
clamps, needles, wooden horses, and huge insertion dildo objects.

   In his fantasies, he dragged pleading lusty women to his dungeon and
strapped them to frames and ottomans.  They jerked and writhed as he
whipped them.  They pleaded for mercy, promised to perform any perverse
thrill as he devised devilish torments.  Only when he had broken them to
his will and they lay sobbing at his feet did he fuck them monstrously in
every quivering hole.  He came to value the word as the most eloquent
vehicle of erotic delight for him to enjoy.  Today on this milk run down to
Kansas City he was following a dark haired woman down the jet-way.  The
woman who seemed to be escorting some giggling teen girls on some kind of
field trip.  She appeared to be a teacher of some kind.  Sloan followed her
and her charges along the jet-way, the sway of her big bottom drawing him
on.  Through the thin summer skirt that squeezed her cheeks, he saw the
shadow of her deep bottom crack.  Higher up, she bulged around her bra
strap and he imagined round heavy breasts.  As it turned out Sloan was
seated two rows forward and on the opposite side of the MD-80 from Joan and
her group.  Joan had a seat to herself on the nearly empty plane, while the
girls were four rows back of their chaperone.  As soon as the jet reached
cruising and the beverage service started, Sloan pressed his call button to
summon a stewardess for a drink order.  He ordered a Manhattan for the
woman but told the stewardess to give her whatever she wanted and to charge
it to his order.  He wanted to make a favorable impression on the woman who
obviously was chaperoning the sweet gaggle of teen girls.

   Donna approached the lone phone booth outside the Kohl's department
store at ten minutes before seven.  She hoped by arriving a bit early she
could discover who was behind the blackmail plot as she stopped her vehicle
5 or 6 parking spaces from the booth on the side of the store building. 
That side of the lot was not well lit but had some residual light from the
store entrance covering the old style phone booth.  Thankfully for Donna it
was not a new style phone kiosk which was simply a clear plastic half shell
that only covered the phone instrument and coin box.  After parking and
several minutes of furtive glances into the store and across the parking
lot she exited her car.  She stepped hurriedly into the booth just as an
elderly man came forward searching in his pockets for coins.  "Oh please
sir I must ta...get this call to my husband before he leaves his office on
a business trip" Donna implored.  The gentleman eyed her womanly shape
whimsically and stepped on into the storefront, apparently deciding to make
his call after shopping.  Donna's brief sigh of relief at having the booth
to herself was shattered by the abrupt ring of the phone.  She answered on
the second ring.  "This is Mrs.  Kosik." She yelped excitedly.  It was
Jefferson and Mathers in the crowded pub Bennigan's on their pay phone. 
Jefferson got right to the point.  He thanked her for being on time and
then he told her, "We just want some of what you gave the teenage nephew of
yours.  Then we promise not to tell your husband or his bosses at the
plant." Donna's heart thudded in her chest at the mention of the plant. 
Perspiration broke out on her top lip when she thought of the consequence
of Dan losing that good paying job.  "No..nooo, I can't...please don't do
this to me!" she whined out imploringly.  Finally collecting herself enough
to say, "Who are you?" The answer was abrupt.  "You'll find out soon enough
Cunt, we know how to reach you." The line went dead at the other end. 
Mathers and Jefferson exited the pub across the parking lot and stood on
the sidewalk watching the stunned woman as she exited the phone booth and
quickly returned to her car.  Donna sat glumly behind the wheel wondering
what she should do.  She could only imagine that from now on she would get
instructions in the mail or on the phone.  Shiny, salty tears rolled
painfully down her right cheek as she started the car to return home not
even bothering to go and shop for her sewing supplies and keep her alibi
intact.

   Hanna tried to concentrate on falling asleep but the hum of the aircraft
caused her mind to drift to a constant dream she had about seeing her
Mother and Father in bed together.  A low burst of laughter caught her
attention and the young blonde, Hanna looked up just in time to see their
leader, Ms.  Packard, lean forward and offer her lips to the big man who
sat beside her.  Hanna was stunned!  She saw Joan's jaws go slack and knew
that the large man was pressing his wet tongue in her mouth!  A shiver of
excitement rippled in her belly and Hanna almost giggled at the fresh burst
of sensation that made her wet her panties even more!  A pretty stewardess
moved down the aisle and Hanna looked around her.  Rhonda was asleep on her
seat, her pretty, plump legs were curled up under her and Hanna was faintly
embarrassed because she could see all the way up her friend's dress where
silky dark hairs escaped her panties.  The smooth expanse of Rhonda's thigh
reminded Hanna of the dream and she shivered in the darkened cabin as the
still-vivid dream made her little pussy grow warm and moist.  Was it really
a dream?  Nasty, it's nasty, the thought kept bouncing around in her mind
and the dull resentment she remembered from the dream came back to her. 
Mother had told her that, she could remember that on several occasions and
now she was certain that it wasn't all a dream.  She had seen Mother and
Daddy having sex and now she knew what an awful liar her mother was always
blathering about how bad sex was!  The young girl let her hand drop to her
lap and pressed her palm hard between her thighs, mashing the tender folds
of her smooth slot together.  Stop it, she told herself, fighting to keep
the tears away.  Stop thinking about dirty things like that!  "Oooohh, if I
was only alone right now, I'd do more than press on myself!" The tone of
Rhonda's voice upset Hanna as much as the words.  She turned quickly and
saw that her friend's pretty face was flushed and her eyes sparkled with
excitement.  She glanced over at Hanna and her expression turned into a
exaggerated pout.  "Don't tell me to hush, Hanna Harper!  Playing with
yourself is natural, you heard it in class just like I did.  I play with
myself a lot!" The effort of trying to concentrate on the meaningless
clouds below them began to tell on Hanna and the monotony lulled her until
her eyes fluttered and shut.  The engines droned on as she slept.  The
pretty little girl sighed and moved in her seat, Rhonda was vaguely aware
of the sound but she too was sleepy and, as the sunlight faded in the
cabin, her brown eyes closed and she slept.

   "Psssst!  Hanna, wake up." A hand shook her shoulder and instantly the
young blonde was sitting upright, she saw Molly Jenson standing in the
aisle, her finger was against her lips.  "Shhh, don't say anything, you and
Rhonda come on, we've got something wild to show you!" Still a little
groggy, Hanna followed Rhonda away from the seat and up the narrow aisle.
It was very dark in the cabin.  Hanna saw the stewardess sitting near the
front and, from the angle of her head, she knew that she was asleep too. 
The hum of the engines muffled their faint footsteps and no one stirred as
they passed.  Looking ahead, Hanna could see Alma kneeling on her seat,
looking over the top of the seat ahead.  What was going on?  Before they
could go any further, Molly turned and pulled Hanna and Rhonda close to
her, whispering as she did.  "Now be quiet, don't make a sound, no matter
what you see.  Promise?" Alma was kneeling peering into the seat in front
of where she knelt.  The first thing that Hanna was aware of was the
pungent odor of alcohol.  Her eyes were accustomed to the gloom and she
could see that Ms.  Packard and the man had pushed the divider up and were
huddled close on the seat.  There was a blanket covering them but it had
slipped down and an incredible sight unfolded before the two amazed
watchers.  There was something moving under the blanket and Ms.  Packard's
muffled voice whispered and murmured, "Aggghhhh Paul, you shouldn't do
that, not here ...  what if someone catches us?" The man mumbled something
and the movement under the blanket became more obvious.  This time she
could hear what he was saying as he pushed the crumpled blanket even lower.
"Don't worry baby, everyone's asleep, even the stew.  You just relax and be
a good girl." The blanket was almost to their knees now and Hanna had a
perfect view of what was happening.  Ms.  Packard's pretty dress was all
wadded up around her waist and her panties were halfway down her shapely
thighs.  The man's hand was buried between her legs and a thick forefinger
was working around and around in her hairy mound!  Even in the dim light
Hanna could see the folds of Joan's labia moving and twisting as the finger
stirred inside of her.  The little blonde felt the sudden jolt in her own
little belly and she grew warm and puffy feeling down there, just from
watching what their advisor and the stranger were doing.  It took a few
moments before she noticed that Ms.  Packard's arm was moving slowly. 
Hanna's eyes traveled along the bare arm to the hand and almost shouted in
surprise when she saw the woman's hand tightly clasped around the man's
heavy-looking 8-inch cock!  Even in the dim light Hanna could see the
crimson, swollen head of the penis, see the drops of fluid seeping out of
the tip and running down to wet the woman's gripping fingers.  The
sensation between her thighs grew until it almost hurt!  Hanna could feel
all the excitement in her body center between the lips of her naked vulva
and that little button there grew hard and sensitive against her tight
panties.  "Uhoooo, it feels so big Paul," Ms.  Packard whispered and her
hand moved a little faster.  "Oh-hhh, you don't know how long it's been for
me, you can't know ...  ooooOOhh!" Hanna could almost feel that big finger
worming around in her as she watched.  "We ...  shouldn't be doing this ...
," Joan panted, her fist moving so fast that it was almost a blur.  "What
...  what if the girls ...  aggh-hh!!" The big man didn't stop, he moved
his finger in big circles, he even moved his other arm, so that they could
see better.  A small glimmer of understanding began to grow in the little
blonde's mind as she knelt on the seat.  He knows we're watching them, he
knows!  She was sure of it now, he moved a little, making it easier for
them to see Joan as she masturbated him.  Hanna could even see his heavy
balls roll and jiggle as their leader pulled at him.  When he whispered
back at the pretty brunette, Hanna was sure of what he was doing.  There
was a pressure on Hanna's back and for a second she was afraid that she had
been caught but there was the warm pressure of a pair of breasts against
her spine and the hot puffs of someone breathing against her neck.  Somehow
the little blonde knew that it was Molly Jenson.  The larger girl was
leaning on her as she too watched the coming climax of the act of mutual
masturbation!  Ms.  Packard came first.  She arched up in the seat, jamming
a knuckle against her teeth in an obvious attempt to stifle the moan of
pleasure that welled up in her.  The man jiggled his finger faster and
faster as the lovely woman jerked and writhed under his touch, her thighs
swishing together, then as Joan Packard was calming down, the big man began
to grunt and thrust up against her fist.  Hanna thought she would scream
with excitement as she saw the first thick blob of white cum shoot out of
the glans and splash down on Ms.  Packard's hand.  Joan moaned and pressed
her palm down on the spurting tip, trying to keep him from messing her
clothing.  The girls were tense and holding their breaths as he grunted and
jerked, white fluid dripped down from Ms.  Packard's cupped hand, making
white, messy spots in his thick, dark pubic hair.  Suddenly the man's hand
shot out and caught her.  Joan Packard tried to pull free but he held her
easily in her sated and alcohol weakened state.  Slowly he turned the
cupped hand and pressed it up until the gooey mass of his cum was against
her lips.  "Lick it off baby, you want to do it, you know you do, so stop
the phony, 'nice-lady' routine and lap it!" There was a hardness in the
man's voice and the girls watched wide-eyed as Ms.  Packard's pink tongue
shyly flicked out and began to lick the thick bleachy syrup from her palm!
The excitement of landing in Kansas City, the bus ride downtown, the
checking into the hotel; all those things had combined to keep Hanna awake
and now she knew that she would never get back to sleep.  Looking around
the room Hanna saw Alma's bag standing by the door.  She wished that Rhonda
was here, as they would be roomies at boarding school but Ms.  Packard had
insisted on assigning each girl a roommate and she had drawn Alma.  It was
funny, she hadn't seen the redhead since they came in.  Alma had simply put
her bag down and then slipped out of the room, she hadn't said where she
was going or when she would be back.  Hanna was feeling just a little
lonely and nervous when there was a soft knock at her door.  In a flash she
jumped up from the bed and hurried across the room.  "Who is it, please?"
"Hey Hanna, it's me Rhonda, open up." For a second the young girl fumbled
with the strange lock, then swung the door open and stepped back to admit
her friend, but the little brunette didn't want to come in.  She shook her
head and put her finger to her lips.

   "Come with me," the girl whispered.  "She and that guy Paul are getting
it on and you should see what's happening!" Hanna saw the flushed, excited
look on her friend's face and realized that she was standing in the public
hall, dressed only in a filmy gown.

   "Rhonda!  You shouldn't be running around dressed like that." Hanna knew
that she was being "Icky" but she couldn't help it; what if someone saw her
dressed like that!

   "Oh never mind," the curvy girl whispered excitedly, "hurry!" Before
Hanna could protest, Rhonda caught her hand and drew her out into the hall.
Hanna just had time to pull the door shut behind her before she was drawn
down the hall at a hurried trot.  The man had changed his reservation to
the same hotel as Ms.  Packard and the teens as soon as he could get to a
phone while the chaperone and her young charges were collecting luggage.

   At the door of their room, Rhonda made another hushing signal with her
finger, then slowly, carefully, opened the door.  Inside, all the lights
were off but some light was coming from the outside and the young girl
could see Molly Jenson kneeling at the door, her eye pressed against the
crack.  Instantly Hanna remembered her dream and a thick wave of excitement
washed along her nerves, making her flesh rise in delicious goose bumps. 
Rhonda kept ahold of her hand and guided her across the darkened room.  For
an instant Hanna thought of refusing to look but that compelling excitement
was burning in her and she bent forward to see what it was that had the
other girls so excited.

   It was a connecting door, it led to the room next door and Hanna could
plainly see that it wasn't only not closed all the way but that it was
badly fitted and offered a clear view of the bed and the table next to it!

   For a moment the slim little girl was disappointed, the room looked
empty, the bed stood alone and there was no one in sight.  She was just
about to turn and say something to Rhonda who was kneeling beside her when
she heard heavy footsteps on the thick carpeting and saw the man from the
plane walk into view.

   Ohhhh!  He's naked!  Hanna's prudish mind fought at her; she knew she
should get up and go away, right now!  But Paul was naked and he was the
first completely naked man she had ever seen and the sight was so
compelling that she couldn't force herself away!  Hanna stared open-mouthed
at the man.  It was the first time that she had seen his face; he was
handsome!  She stared at his dark, sulky-looking face, then her eyes
drifted down his naked form, seeing the thick mat of black hair on his
chest, it looked even darker against his light, olive-tinted flesh.  The
excitement of her dream came back to her and she shivered as she finally
allowed her eyes to devour his thick, long dick!  It wasn't hard, not as
hard as it had been on the plane, it hung half hard, drooping out and away
from his hairy belly.  Some feminine instinct told the girl that it
wouldn't take much to make him hard again.  "Joan, quit fooling around in
there, get your ass out here and take care of baby." Paul's voice was deep
and strong, it was the first time that Hanna had heard him talking out loud
and the rough male sound made her belly squirm.  "Did you hear?  Come out
here!

   But, instead of talking, there was the sound of a door opening and a
toilet flushing and Mrs.  Packard walked into view.  She stood beside the
bed staring down at the naked man who sat before her.  Hanna could see
Joan's trim body silhouetted through her thin robe, she was naked under it,
just like Hanna was.  "Oh sweet lordy...." Ms.  Packard whispered as she
stared at the growing prick.  "Oh Paul ...  be nice to me." There was a
forlorn sound in her voice as if Joan knew that he wasn't going to be nice,
no matter how she begged.  "Come down here, baby, and get out of that
robe." He reached out and Mrs.  Packard took his hand, her free hand undid
the buttons and then let it slip off of her shoulders.  Hanna could see
those nipples stiffen and stand hard, the flesh around them puckered and
pulled tight.  She's much larger than she looks with her clothes on, the
young blonde thought.  Her own little nipples grew hard and rubbed against
her robe, sending shivers through her.  Ms.  Packard's' body was lush and
juicy, her belly was just a gentle swell that slid down under her thick,
curly pubic hairs.  Her thighs were smooth and soft, her bottom round and
cushiony.  He looked up at her and waggled his rigid dick at her.  "Want
some, honey?" Joan stared at the wrist-thick gristle, her head looked
disjointed, almost detached as she nodded in answer.  Her hand shook as it
reached out but she managed to make a fist around him, forcing his hand
aside.  "So big and hard," Joan murmured as she stroked his cock.  "Ohhhh I
want it so much Paul, you just can't know how much I need it!" "Give me
some head baby, I've been thinking about that ever since I met you." Joan's
whole body shook as if he had hit her.  There was a startled stir beside
her and Hanna knew that the other girls were as shocked with his lewd
demand.  The big man laughed, one hand held their advisor still while the
other rubbed the purple glans back and forth over her lips.  "What's the
matter Joan, haven't you ever sucked a cock before?" "Please, I only did it
once and it was special to me ...  I ...  ullp!" she lied timidly, "Agghhh,
pleaze Paul ...  don't," Joan mumbled around the prick but he ignored her.
His hand moved again, forcing Joan's head into a short, rapid bobbing
motion.  As her head was lifted the girls could see their advisor's
lipstick and her shiny saliva on his big shaft.  Hanna's confused mind
whimpered.  She stared in sick horror as the woman she had known and
admired for years labored and slobbered over this stranger's rampant pole.
She's not like this, she's a decent woman, she's my au pair that dad hired.
Rustling sounds beside her caught the young blonde's attention.  Molly
Jenson was up on her knees, her eye was glued to the opening as she tugged
her thin nightgown until it lay in a frothy puddle at her rounded knees. 
Molly's hands rubbed up and down her naked breasts, teasing her growing
nipples, then they slipped down her belly until fingers fronted on her wet
pussy.  Hanna was shocked and wanted to protest but no words came to her.
Instead of protesting, she found herself staring at Molly's jerking,
twisting body.  She shivered with excitement as she saw Molly's fingers
working her juices around and around.  She has hair down there!  Hanna felt
a small tug of jealousy as she stared at the light sprinkling of long, dark
blonde hairs that covered the larger girl's vulva.  Was she ever going to
grow any like that?  Rhonda had her own gown to her waist now, both hands
worried and toyed with her developed body.  There was an urgent, sexual
current crackling in the air and Hanna yearned to finger herself but she
couldn't.  She was ashamed.  The woman suddenly stopped sucking cock and
knelt over the man, her mouth open in a groan.  As soon as she had swung
her thigh over him, Hanna could see the fat lips of the woman's sex were
wet, the dark curls were wet and matted with the thick flow of her pussy
juices.  "Oooww it's too big," she moaned.  "It hurts me Paul, please honey
go slower!" Hanna heard wet sluicing sounds next to her.  Both Molly and
Rhonda were naked, each of them had their plump, girlish thighs parted and
were busily masturbating!  Rhonda looked over to her and smiled dreamily,
her wet fingers rubbing and twirling inside her meaty labia.  Molly gaze
shifted quickly from the cock stuffing Joan Packard to the frothy juice
which shown at Rhonda's experienced pussy hole.  She nodded eagerly at
Hanna and the little blonde knew she was being invited to join them, they
wanted her to do that along with them, where they could see her playing in
her cunt.  Hanna tried to hide what she was doing.  Slowly her hand crept
up under the hem of her robe, her fingers lightly brushed along her smooth
thighs, just the feeling of her own touch made her pussy twirl and pulsate
with an itch.  "You like it don't you baby?" Paul Sloan teased the
chaperone as he hunched up into her juicy sump.  Joan moaned and didn't
answer but another stinging slap on her round ass cheek jerked the words
out of her mouth.  "Aggghh!!  Oh ...  please forgive me ...  yessss!!  Oh
Paul I never liked it before, you have to believe me, I'm not like that,
I'm not a slut!" Hanna's own breathing was coming in painful bursts now. 
She wasn't trying to hide it any longer.  She unbuttoned the robe and let
it hang open as she thrust and jabbed at her throbbing pussy, it felt so
good, she couldn't stop now.  The bed in the other room creaked as Paul
rolled Mrs.  Packard under him.  All three girls made soft, moaning sounds
as they watched the man put his red, swollen dick back into Mrs.  Packard's
cunt and hunch.  She is a slut, she is!!  Hanna tried to tell herself that
over and over again but she couldn't deny that she envied her advisor. 
What would it feel like, would I like it if that big thing was up inside of
me?  Without warning, the big man pulled his throbbing erection out of
Joan's clinging opening.  The beautiful brunette moaned in pain and protest
but she didn't move.  "I said get up here." Sloan reached out and grabbed a
handful of Joan's dark hair.  Hanna and the other girls gasped as he pulled
their limp advisor to a sitting position.  He was standing on the floor
beside the bed now and pulled her until she sat on the edge, her feet on
the floor.  Joan's head wobbled on her neck as she stared up at him with
horrified eyes.  "You know what I want, pig, finish me off with your
mouth." He said icily.  It was insane, she should be disgusted with all the
animal rutting she was watching, why did it excite her like this?  Hanna's
mind was in a turmoil.  Hanna was startled to feel warm hands slipping
inside her robe and fingers touching and teasing her burning little
nipples! A warm mouth kissed and nibbled at her neck and she jerked in a
spasm of lust.  It was Molly Jenson, she could feel the big girl's glasses
pressing against her!  Another girl was touching her, playing with her
body, and she loved it.  "Ooooo oh ...  oh...." Hanna whimpered as Molly's
knowing finger drove her over the edge of sanity.  Her slim little body
contorted as the first, agonizing jolt of pleasure burned along her nerves.
Hanna couldn't stand it anymore; she opened her mouth, ready to scream with
pleasure but Molly was ahead of her.  "Shhh, don't let them hear you," the
girl whispered as she jammed a damp finger into Hanna's mouth.  "Suck it,
pretend it's him, suck it off!" The little blonde's lips clamped around the
finger, she tasted her own juices and sucked hard at the finger, dreaming
that it was Sloan, trying desperately to make it shoot its cum for her,
just as it had for Ms.  Packard.  Evilly Rhonda glanced at Molly and Hanna
and realized her seducing Hanna Harper just became a whole bunch easier. 
To be continued -Fiction-