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 My Trials in Summer 7

   Judd worried about his parents knowing he was out after 6pm, but
surprisingly Aunt Barbara had already addressed it with them.  "Don't look
so worried Juddie." Barbara chirped, "I told ya Mom and Dad you were
escorting me to the druggist." as they proceeded down the sidewalk. 
Walking slightly behind her, Judd spied the arching lines of her panties
caressing her juicy hind cheeks through her dress where they were faintly
visible through her clingy blue green dress.  Once in her car Judd senses
were assaulted by her sensuality.  From the jazz music on her car stereo,
to the scent of her Estee Lauder perfume in such close quarters.  He had
her turn onto Pontiac Parkway to get to the drugstore while wondering
silently as they rode if the potential was there for her to be as
promiscuous as Mrs.  Manelli.  When they arrived at the drugstore and
parked Judd bounded from the car first and skipped around to open his
Aunt's door and hold her hand as she alighted from the car.  Judd caught
teasing glimpses of her lush thighs as she swung her legs from the car.  It
was the first time he'd seen her without her trademark clip on nylon
stockings since she arrived.

   Barbara went directly to the pharmacy counter as Judd browsed the
magazine rack in a bored fashion.  The gray haired pharmacist perked up
immediately, rheumy eyes glinting behind pince-nez glasses once he took in
Barbara's shapely figure.  Her juicy breasts wobbled and shook enticingly
as she stood before the counter on 3-inch heels.  The widow passed her
prescription for oral contraceptives to the 55-year old pharmacist who
immediately felt his tired cock grow turgid.  He really took an interest
when he saw it was from an out of town doctor.  Barbara saw his hesitation
and grasped the sides of her clingy dress and pulled it down snugly,
further teasing him with even more cleavage on display as she explained,
"I'm visiting from Milwaukee staying with my brother and family
temporarily." With a pregnant pause she added, "I'm a widow currently." The
older man's cock pulsed and grew to its full engorged length of 7 and a
half inches.  As he imagined the woman having unprotected and bachelorette
sex and eyed her creamy cleavage on display, he wondered what it would feel
like to blow his jizz load on her creamy breast.  The pharmacist took less
than five minutes to fill Barbara's prescription then he eagerly approached
the counter, his minding darting to find a way to keep her at the counter
longer.  "Excuse me, ...ah may we have a phone number for our records as
your physician is out of town." Barbara smiled inwardly realizing she had
won the little encounter.  She decided to tease the man further...she tore
a small sheet of monogrammed note paper from a small day-planner in her
purse and scribbled, "Thank you kind sir, 313-297-6214.  B.E.T" She drew
little hearts behind her initials.  As she swiveled her hips away from the
counter, she didn't notice the pharmacist place the note in his smock.  He
didn't even bother to write her number on her prescription card which he
filed in a card box with all the others.

   Judd and Barbara went out onto the Parkway as she followed his
directions to first his summer school, the municipal swimming pool and
lastly the ball field where Judd attended his baseball practice and the
team played its games.  Barbara poured her heart out to Judd as they sat
facing each other in the dark shadows of the outfield scoreboard.  All her
failures with men she revealed to the sympathetic 14-year-old in the dark
monochrome green glow of her dash board.  Judd felt sorry for her but he
couldn't help lusting after her as he stared at her generous figure.  Where
as she stared him in the eye, he could not move his eyes from the
voluptuousness of her curves.  Initially she sat with her knees primly
together then as they got further relaxed she turned and set her right leg
on the seat bent at angle at her knee.  This created a shadowy depression
where her dress rucked up to her mid-thighs.  Judd's eyes roved under the
clingy material of the dress where he immediately saw the dark wedge shape
of her pussy-packed panties.  Taking a sip from a flask she carried in her
purse Barbara uttered to her nephew, "Oh Juddie that bastard Billick spent
my insurance proceeds so fast and talked me into such lousy investments. 
Don't know what I'd do if your Ma and Dad hadn't offered to take me in."
Judd so desperately wanted to hold her hand or something, but then decided
he wanted her to have another drink from the flask to see her even more
relaxed and dare he say vulnerable.  Aunt Barbara opened up even about her
renewed desire to be sexually intrigued with other females because grown
men had hurt her so much.  Even telling a brief narrative how an older
professor had tricked her into oral sex in college when she was only 19
years old because she was failing his class.  For a moment the boy was to
stunned to react to her confessing to performing oral sex.  "Oh Auntie I'm
so sorry for you...we...I mean I like you.  I'd never take advantage of
you." Judd gushed out his voice dry and husky.  His cock turgid and
steadily hardening as he recalled Mrs.  Manelli's acts and peeped up his
aunt's dress.  She scooted closer to him on the front seat, her dress
rucking up further until he saw her red panties, taking his face in her
hands she kissed his mouth.  Judd went from caution to full rutting desire.
He put his arms around her and hugged her, feeling the lush globes of her
tits against his chest.  She opened her mouth fully and their tongues
mashed together.  He grasped her ripe breasts in both hands and squeezed
them hard like sampling fruit in a market.  The perfume Barbara wore swam
in his nostrils, distracting him, making it even harder to concentrate. 
His hand worked at her dress as she shamelessly raised her legs a little,
allowing him room to push the hem up until his fingers could press and
squeeze against the damp crotch of her panties.  He pinched her fat labia
together and rolled the flesh back and forth between his fingers.  This is
insane!  We'll be caught, I know we'll be caught if I let us do this she
thought.  The panicked thoughts raced around in her head but Barbara
couldn't bring herself to push Judd away from her or pull back.  Part of
her brain wanted to know if she was still attracted to males, even one
young as Judd.  She moaned and gasped and lay fully atop him, his now
engorged dick trapped by her pelvis and thighs and she began to hunch and
grind on his gristle of cock.  It felt just like when she would do
tribadism with another woman, grinding the pebble of her clit against
another female's thigh or pussy.  Barbara eyes closed tight and Judd
realized she was trying to rub on him to achieve sexual pleasure.  He broke
their kiss and whisked his hands to her waist and whispered heatedly.  "Oh
Auntie, I'll get you off...let me see your pussy.  I'll kiss it...I'll even
lick your ass." He blurted out.

   The next morning Hanna roused by finally getting up to shower, "Hey, I
thought you were dead!  I've been up twice but you were sleeping so hard
that I just went back to sleep, rather than wake you." A softer, slyer
smile teased the corners of Alma's mouth.  "I'm sorry that I missed most of
Ms.  Packard's show last night but the part I did see looked like a ton of
fun!" "Wait for me, I'll grab a quick shower and then we can go down for
breakfast." Alma's voice turned Hanna around and the young girl watched in
embarrassed silence as the lovely redhead shrugged her nightgown off of her
body and threw it on the bed.  For a moment Alma seemed to be posing for
her, allowing the young blonde to gaze at her compact, mature body.  She's
only sixteen, Hanna told herself over and over but the sharp-pointed,
conical breasts with nipples that were orange-pink, the rounded belly, the
full, flowing hips and most of all, the thick patch of copper-red pussy
hairs told the blonde that Alma was a woman.  "I won't be a moment.  Why
don't you come in and talk while I finish?" Hanna didn't really want to go
but she couldn't think of a way to refuse without being rude.  "Alma ... 
about last night ...  I wish...." Hanna never got to finish her words. 
Alma laughed in the shower.  "Last night was a ball, don't get so uptight
Hanna, I understand that sort of thing.  I won't ever tell anyone." Hanna
felt a deep relief and, for the first time, she liked Alma and wondered if
she played with other girls like Molly.  Alma's voice cut into her thoughts
once again, "Was that the first time you ...  played around like that?" Her
expression was kind and understanding.  At first Hanna wasn't going to
answer her but suddenly she knew that she had to talk to someone.  The dumb
shame must have been apparent on her face and, as she slowly nodded her
head, she couldn't bring herself to meet Alma's eyes."...I'm ...  so
ashamed Alma, I'm not that kind of a girl, really!  It was just that
watching Ms.  Packard and ...  well...." She floundered, not knowing what
to say, but Alma smiled and patted her head as she reached for a fluffy
towel.  "Sure, I understand, really I do Hanna.  The first time that I did
anything with other girls around it spooked me for days!  Just relax, it's
normal, accept it." The rounded redhead giggled a little.  Hanna was aware
of what was happening: As Alma's hand slowly pressed the towel against her
moist skin, her orange nipples grew darker and began to stiffen.  "I saw
that guy, you know," she whispered to Hanna.  "Oh baby I'll bet he's big
and hard when he's up.  It was all limp and tired when I came in but...."
Alma's voice trailed off and, absently, one hand dropped away from the
towel and cupped her plump pubic mound.  The red haired girl stood
squeezing her sex, a dreamy, faraway look in her eyes.  Hanna was
embarrassed and wished she could leave but there was something so warm and
intimate about the moment that she didn't want to break the spell.  Alma
shivered slightly and the dreamy look faded from her eyes.  She glanced at
Hanna a moment before letting her hand fall away from her bushy groin. 
"See?  Just thinking about that sets me off, don't be ashamed about what
happened." The redhead stepped up to Hanna until her hip brushed against
the blonde's shoulder.  "Don't be upset Hanna, it can be very nice with
another girl." Hanna was seated on the closed toilet lid.  Before Hanna
could move away, Alma calmly slipped a hand inside the robe and gently
squeezed one of the blonde's developing breasts.  A thumb brushed back and
forth over her nipple, making it snap to rigid attention.  Hanna sat
passive.  She felt transfixed by the sharp ripple of sensual pleasure, her
little cunt turning moist and buttery from the talk.  Her head was down and
she could watch Alma's warm hand as it fondled and toyed with her breast.
The moment might have gone on for hours but a short rap on the hotel door
shattered their mutual moment of fascination.  "Are you awake in there?"
Rhonda's sunny voice was plain through the closed door.  "Hurry up, Molly
and I are headed for breakfast, get yourself dressed and meet us down
there." "Let's get dressed," Alma whispered faintly, breaking the silence.
Hanna nodded and scurried to her clothing.  Neither said another word, they
avoided looking at each other as they dressed.  Each girl was shaken by the
brief contact in the bathroom and there was simply nothing that they dared
to say!  "I think we should call our parents and tell them what's
happening," Hanna said in an uncertain voice once seated at the table with
menus, but the disapproving looks from the other girls silenced her.  She
felt even more uncertain and mixed up; if they went on like this they could
all get into trouble.  Once their orders were served, each of the four
girls concentrated on their food.  Their appetites were large and they
wolfed down every edible thing on the table especially the gluttonous
Rhonda.  "I don't know what you're going to do," Alma said, trying to sound
worldly and sophisticated, "but I'm going out to try and find myself a
little excitement.  If you want to, you can come with me." A superior smile
tugged at the corners of her mouth.  "Or you can always stay here and wait
until Joan gets tired of servicing her stud.  We have an orientation
meeting at one pm." Alma wasn't just making an offer; she was voicing a
challenge to each girl!  Was it a challenge that they dared to accept?  At
first no one spoke or moved, then Molly giggled and stood up.  "They're
going to get in trouble, just see if they don't!" The sharp tone of envy
was plain in Molly's voice.  Hanna glanced at the remaining girl, she was
about to say something but the expression on Molly's face stopped her
short. Molly was staring intently at her.  Hanna saw the wide, gray eyes
and felt them boring into her.  The girl's glasses magnified her eyes,
making her look as if she was always surprised.  "Let's go up," Molly said,
a strange smile on her lips.  "Maybe Ms.  Packard and the ...  man are
still at it." Hanna could hear the clear invitation in Molly's voice and
the thought of going up to the room with her made the hairs on the nape of
her neck rise.  But, despite her feelings, she stood and waited passively
as Molly took both of their checks and paid them.  I won't do that again,
Hanna told herself.  That's nasty and unnatural.  I won't let Molly touch
me again!  But Molly held her hand all the way across the lobby and Hanna
couldn't bring herself to pull away.  The elevator was crowded and Molly
had an excuse to stand close to her.  Hanna felt the other girl's growing
breasts press against hers, felt Molly's round belly pressed against her
and she couldn't ignore the sudden burst of warm excitement she felt. 
"Shhh, let's go in quietly so they won't hear us." Hanna nodded, feeling
that sick excitement boiling in her belly.  Joan was sprawled naked across
the man.  "Paul ...  I can't drink anymore ...  I...." The hairy man
ignored her.  He put the neck of the bottle to her lips and tilted it, she
didn't have a choice; she had to swallow or choke.  He laughed as he poured
some whiskey on his half-hard prick.  "Lap that up Joan honey, have a good
time!" Frightened and revolted at what she was seeing, Hanna started to
slip away from the door but Molly's hand caught her, the other girl's
fierce stare wilted her and she stayed where she was, her eyes still
clinging to the obscene things in the other room.  "Oooohh, doesn't that
make you feel all wet and hot to see her do that?" Molly's steamy whisper
startled Hanna but she continued to stare into the room.  Hanna could hear
the wet, sucking noises that Joan was making as Molly went on.  "Did you
ever do that for a boy, down at the old band room?" Molly's hand moved down
until she could cup and squeeze Hanna's budding breasts.  "Gee, I won't
tell on you, just don't act so prissy around me, I know all about you,
Hanna Harper!" Ms.  Packard moaned as Paul guided her head up to the tip of
his standing cock, her licking and sucking had made it hard again.  Hanna
felt an exciting fear rustle through her as Joan greedily sucked the thick
knob into her mouth.  He was going to use her mouth just as he'd used her
cunt last night.  Hanna felt the hot sparks of desire burning the walls of
her tight, virgin pussy.  Molly had her blouse open and her fingers were
working under the thin training bra!  She shouldn't be letting Molly do
this but it felt so nice, she had to have some help.  Darn it felt good to
Hanna, her brain swirled like a balloon at a county fair.  Both girls were
breathing harder as they watched the man wet a finger in Joan's exposed
slit, then rub it around and around their advisor's puckered asshole!  Each
time he touched her there the woman would shiver and make moaning sounds
around her dripping mouthful of erect cock.  There was the soft sound of
zippers being pulled and soon Hanna felt the soft pressure of naked breasts
against her; Molly was naked.  The other girl's warm hands reached under
her and cupped both of her small breasts, goose pimples popped out on her
flesh as the good feeling of the touch raced up her spine.  This is all
wrong, Hanna's mind whimpered.  She's a girl, why should letting a girl
touch me be so nice?  A sudden fear knifed into the little blonde's head.
Am I ...  one of those?  Is that why I like it so much?  "Suck it some more
baby," was all that the man said.  His fist bunched Joan's hair and he
calmly pushed her protesting mouth back down around the red crown of his
standing cock.  Hanna heard Ms.  Packard's' grunting, sucking sounds as her
cheeks hollowed and she worked even harder on the stalk than before.  Molly
was crouching beside her.  Hanna could feel the other girl's hard nipples
dragging across the flesh of her ribs.  She enjoyed the feel of having a
warm body so close but knowing that it was a girl's body still upset and
inhibited her.  One of Molly's warm hands slid down Hanna's arched back and
worked under the tight elastic band of her thin panties.  Before she could
protest the lewd caress, the fingers moved on and she felt the fat lips of
her pussy being gently parted.  "Mmmmmmm you're so wet Hanna," the
blonde-haired girl whispered to her.  "It feels so nice and wet and
slippery; you're having a good time, aren't you Hanna?" Molly had been on
the receiving end of this same type of seduction before.  Hanna couldn't
force herself to answer but Molly knew, she could feel it in her shivering
body, feel it in the sticky lube like sap that was oozing out from between
the naked lips of her virgin sex.  Fingers found her tiny clitoris and
gently pinched it!  Hanna gasped and would have fallen forward on her face
if Molly hadn't been holding her.  She had to bite hard on her lips to keep
from moaning out loud and letting the two adults in the other room know
that they were watching.  "Come on mamma, up on your knees, daddy wants to
ream out that tight little asshole of yours." Paul pulled Joan's wet mouth
away from his prick, her lips made a lewd popping sound as the suction
escaped.  Hanna could see the fear in the woman but also saw that she
wasn't fighting him.  Joan Packard was passive and obedient as he helped
her position herself before him.  Something about the man referring to her
au pair as mamma brought Hanna's dream back to her mind.  Paul was on his
knees, his strong hands moved their advisor until she knelt before him, he
pushed her shoulders down until the upper part of her torso was almost flat
on the mattress, that left her lush, rounded buttocks poking up in the air,
offering him a wide-open target as he guided his dripping stalk up against
her.  "Aggggguuuuugggghhh," the pretty woman grunted and her fingers looked
like claws as she tore at the sheets, trying to ease the pain of the
penetration of her rectum.  "It hurts Paul, please you're tearing me, take
it out!" But her cries and moans only excited the sadistic man more as he
grasped her lush hips.  Molly's fingers were slipping in and out of Hanna's
pouting little sex, the moist, slick feel of being touched there was almost
more than the little girl could stand!  I'm going to cum, she told herself.
It's filthy and naughty and I'm going to do it if she keeps on touching me
like that!  Soft, liquid sounds beside her caught Hanna's attention and she
turned her head to see Molly's other hand busy between her own thighs. 
"You like it bitch," the big man was whispering at the sobbing Joan. 
"Don't try to bullshit me baby, I can feel that tight ass of yours sucking
and chewing on me.  Admit it, you like it baby, you love cock up the ass,
tell me!" "Ooooo shit Paul, uugggg-gghhhgg!!  Oh yes I love it, do it
harder!" Paul's laugh sounded harsh and wild as he answered her plea by
ramming himself into her in a rapid series of motions, forcing obscene
grunts and moans out of the crouching woman.  "Sure you love it, there's
nothing that I can do that you don't like, is there?  Don't you wish you
had one of those little chicks you brought in here with you right now?"
Joan couldn't answer but both girls saw her wiggle even faster at his
suggestion.  "Which one would you like to suck, to make it nicer for you
and give a show for Paul?  Which one would you like to eat?" Ms.  Packard
groaned in shame and rubbed her face even tighter against the pillow.  "The
redhead, the one with the big tits?" Joan didn't respond.  "How about that
knowing big dark haired fox, meaning Rhonda or the blonde one with the
glasses?", referring to Molly.  "Ooooo don't talk about it, don't make me
tell you that!" Joan had turned her head and both girls could see the pain
and the shame etched on her pretty face.  "I know, you'd like to slobber
and suck all over that little blonde, the one with the long hair!" Hanna
felt her stomach lurch and sickening excitement welled up in her throat as
she waited to hear Joan's answer.  She didn't have to wait long.  All of
the brunette's breath whooshed out of her as Paul rammed himself deep in
her tight rectum.  She fought for breath for a moment, then whispered her
hot reply.  "Yesssss!!  Oh you filthy man, how did you know that?  How did
you know what I'd like to do to Hanna?  Ooooo, harder, rip me up while I
think about it!  I'd suck her so sweetly, I'd make her squeal and moan with
my wet tongue!" Hanna felt the ripples of her approaching orgasm but she
couldn't stand it for another second!  She tore away from the startled
Molly, wincing in pain as the girl's probing finger was ripped loose from
her.  "No, don't you touch me," she whispered fiercely as Molly reached for
her.  The little blonde scrambled into her wrinkled clothes and shook her
head, tears ran down her smooth cheeks.  "Don't touch me, don't say
anything to me," she hissed as she tried to straighten her tangled hair. 
The little blonde was still crying as she stumbled down the hall, the words
she had heard in that room still burned in her ears but, despite her horror
and shame, she could still feel the swollen, throbbing sensation from her
unsatisfied clitoris.

   Molly caught up with Hanna in the darkened recess of her bed in the room
that the distraught girl had forgot to lock once inside, sliding directly
in her bed and pulling the sheet up to her chin.  Finally composing
herself, Hanna and Molly discussed the myriad of feelings the trip was
exposing them to.  She even acquiesced to Molly climbing into her bed as
they talked.  Deep inside Hanna was still a bit uneasy about Molly and the
things she liked but this was no time to worry about that; the bigger
girl's warm hands were moving down towards her belly, hidden from view by
the sheet.  Molly's voice shook with excitement, her glasses flashed in the
dim light.  "Alma and I hoped we would have some fun when we got here but I
never dreamed that it could ever be like this!" Hanna felt Molly's probing
fingers touch her sex and, after a moment's hesitation, she opened her
thighs, giving the girl full access to her tingling little box.  As Molly
slowly stroked and touched her, Hanna's curiosity overcame her shyness and
anger.  "How ...  how did you learn about ...  doing things with other
girls?" Instantly Molly's hand ceased moving and Hanna was afraid that she
was going to pull away!  Hanna's hand descended on Molly's and held it
pressed against her little sex.  "Please, I don't mean anything, it's just
that I never knew before and want to know." The tension ebbed in Molly's
body, her hand began to make its slow, teasing motions again.  Hanna let
her hand stay where it was as the girl began to speak in a low,
confidential tone.  "You promise not to tell a single soul?" Hanna nodded
solemnly and her heart began to beat a little faster in anticipation.  "It
only happened last year, when I was fourteen...." Molly hesitated a moment
and Hanna could see the indecision on her face.  "You know my piano
teacher, Mrs.  Thompson?" Everybody knew Mrs.  Thompson; Hanna had a vivid
picture of the blonde teacher, of her full, lush body and remembered some
of the admiring comments she heard from men when the widowed music teacher
passed.  "Well ...  I've been taking piano from her for about two years. 
We were friendly, Hanna, in some ways I liked her better than my own
mother! Anyway, when I took my lesson she would always stand behind me and
lean over my back to point out things and make a comment.  Each time she
did that she would press up against me.  At first I was too little to think
anything about it but last year I began to notice that she would stand
closer than ever, sometimes I could feel her breasts against my shoulder! I
was always shy and never really pretty, Hanna, you know that, and no one
has ever paid much attention to me, boys and that stuff I mean." Molly
stopped again, her hand covered Hanna's and she guided the young fingers to
one erect, darkened nipple, showing her fumbling hand how to tweak and tug
at the hard little cone.  "One day I had a cramp in my shoulder and Mrs. 
Thompson began to massage it.  I don't know why but her touching me like
that made me sorta ...  itchy!  She didn't say much to me, she opened the
top two buttons on my blouse and slipped her hands under the fabric so that
she could massage me easier ...  I don't know how she did it Hanna but
before I knew it, she had my blouse all the way open and my bra undone. 
Ohhhh it was so scary!  Beverly, that's her first name, said that it was a
bad cramp and she took me into her bedroom, so that she could massage it
better, she said." "Beverly's so nice Hanna, you wouldn't believe it!  She
was so gentle with me; she rubbed my shoulders and my back, then she undid
my skirt, so that she could massage my waist.  No one had ever touched me
like that in my life!  I was all excited, I know I was but I didn't know
what was coming; I'd never heard about women making love to women, really!"
Molly paused again, then slowly pressed Hanna's small hand down the front
of her body.  "Please, Hanna?" Molly's whisper was gentle and pleading and
they both sighed as Hanna's fingers found the small patch of silky pubic
hairs that guarded Molly's plump mons.  "Ooooh that feels so nice," the
larger girl whispered happily.

   "When she told me to roll over, I think I knew, Hanna, but I did it!  At
first she didn't touch me, she just stared at my body and that made me feel
all funny inside!  She always wears those housedress kind of things when
she teaches and she smiled at me as she undid the buttons.  She said
something about it being hot in the room but I knew, I'm sure I knew!  She
doesn't wear any bra, you know, and I don't think I've ever seen anything
so creamy and big as her breasts.  I stared at her pink nipples and felt
that wet, gushy feeling building up inside of me!  All she had on was a
pair of sheer blue panties and I could see her fat, bushy pussy under them.
After that she didn't play around anymore, she just grabbed both of my
boobies and started to squeeze!" Molly's wet tongue darted out and licked
at her lips as she closed her eyes and recalled her seduction.  Hanna
shivered and swiveled her hips as she tried to imagine the scene.  "We only
had an hour that day but she made me promise that I'd come back the next
morning.  I was scared Hanna; I didn't know what to do!  I wandered around
on a cloud, I must have decided to go and then not to go a thousand times!
I really didn't want to do it but every time I'd think about her bringing
me off with her tongue, I'd get all wet and buttery inside!  The next
morning, I still wasn't sure what I was going to do but when the time came,
I was there knocking at her back door, just like she told me to do.  Oh
Hanna, it was even nicer than it was the first time.  She taught me so many
nice things "I've been seeing her at least twice a week since then and she
let me meet some of her ...  friends.  It's been so exciting, Hanna, I've
never dared tell any of the other kids but ...  OHH ...  but I think I can
trust you.  You won't tell on us, will you?"

   Jefferson and Mather both had put in leave chits to be off one for sick
leave, the other for what was called AL or annual leave from Noon to 3:30
pm Friday.  Dan harried and preoccupied with the production lines gave no
thought to the absences of two of his guys.  Mathers placed the call to
Donna Kosik early that morning giving her instructions to meet at the 5
Fountains apartments at 1:00 pm and go straight to Building #15 where she
was told the door would be open to a first floor apartment, #8.  The
explicit instructions were to simply sit on the sofa until someone came to
give her further instructions.

   Donna was nervous and frightened.  She had to comply even though she
didn't know if these blackmailers intended to hurt her after using her
sexually or make trouble for Dan.  They obviously knew where she lived, how
she shopped, etc.  She wore a grey Olympics Style track suit with white
sneakers and put her dishwater blonde hair in a ponytail with only minimum
facial make up.  She hadn't worn the suit in a couple of years and did fit
her rather snugly.  Especially in the hips and thighs, showcasing a
prominent camel toe.  As she stepped to the breezeway of the apartment, it
dawned on her the original blackmail note had told her to wear the black
pants she wore bowling.  A shiver went down her spine like cold icewater
had been poured...the blackmailers were someone who had been at the bowling
alley last week!  She could not discern the voices now from all the noise
of the bowling lanes, juke boxes, pin ball machines, etc.  But now she
really worried that it was someone at who knew their routine.  She began to
fret anew at the implications for Dan.  Once inside the two bedroom modest
flat, Donna sat primly on a straight back chair while two men hovered near
by, one black and the other white, both medium built over at the breakfast
nook.  Both men wore cheap black felt costume masks like a party-goer might
wear in Mardi Gras.  They also wore baggy fitting white mechanics overalls.
She was so tense she didn't notice they were coveralls just like Dan used
to wear.  And also in this working class area of Detroit many men wore
overalls.  Donna did not know what to do or say, when the black man asked
her if she cared for a drink.  She declined, noticing the men wore black
soft-shell leather gloves.  The white man slowly walked over to the chair
and standing behind Donna, produced a pair of metal handcuffs.  Just as
Jefferson, snapped out forcefully, "Put your hands behind your back."

   Donna was handcuffed first then blindfolded with a simple cloth bandana
which Jefferson secured snugly around her eyes.  She was immediately more
frightened, but a nervous excitement increased in her as well.  Her other
senses seemed to gain higher receptiveness.  Whereas she did not notice the
musty male odor before, now she did.  She also smelt a faint familiar odor
of mechanical grease and transmission fluid.  Her ears prickled with the
sound of zippers on their coveralls being lowered.  "It's time for some bee
jays." Jefferson blurted for her next order.  In a thrice Jefferson stroked
and waved his throbbing dark truncheon beneath Donna's nostrils as he
thrilled to the sight of her tongue and lips starting to swivel over
Mather's engorged spike without hesitation.  For about ten minutes the men
contented themselves with rubbing and teasing her turgid nipples inside the
track suit top as she sucked each of them evenly.  Her mind swirled with
images of how depraved she must look to them as she performed.  Another
part of her mind wavered in horror at what Dan or her neighbors would think
if they saw the pictures of her fellating Bennie.  Still a third part of
her brain thrilled giddily at being at the men's disposal.  Frothy wet
strings of her saliva glistened on both healthy sized dicks, the humid
masculine scents wafted up her nostrils and over her facial features. 
After another couple of minutes of sucking that obviously fatigued Donna,
Jefferson pulled his dick back and unzipped her track suit top putting her
bulging breast on display in her plain white bra.  Finally, despite the
illicit thrill from what she was doing and her latent fear, Donna burbled,
"Wait...stop please...at least let me catch m...my breath." To be
Continued** Fiction**