Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 My Trials in Summer 8 From the boarding school Joan and her charges huddled
onto the bus and talked excitedly among themselves about the coming school
year.  Lissome Hanna would only occasionally make eye contact with her
chaperone as her mind replayed all she had seen the woman do and say this
short weekend.  Alma who was seated next to Hanna simply pouted.  She had
already made a decision to go out on her own if Packard was not going to
take them to see the sights of K.C.  Rhonda and Molly set as two band box
neat contrasts as they sat next to each other.  Both teens lush figures
were clearly outlined in their dresses.  Rhonda a more mature dark version
of young womanhood in a sheath dress hemmed three inches above her knees.
Molly a sort of sedate dainty light version in a flowing, flowery belted
chiffon number she might wear to Sunday school.  Either would grab a male's
attention.  Rhonda shifted in her seat and calmly raised the arm rest
dividing the seats.  She then pressed her warm left thigh against Molly's
right thigh very casually.  The mature brunette girl well knew Molly's
reputation and with all they had seen and explored since leaving
Detroit...she knew it would not take much to get Molly antsy for some
additional girl-girl friskiness.  A late afternoon shower was pelting the
downtown area when their bus arrived back at the hotel.  Everyone got a
little wet as they made their way without an umbrella from the sidewalk to
the hotel lobby.  Ms.  Packard linen frock was pasted to her juicy behind
like wet toilet tissue as she hurried to the front desk to get their keys.
Alma rushed to the elevator, hurrying to freshen up and change out of her
staid little dress she wanted to make herself scarce after freshening up.
Joan explained as she handed out the room keys, "Girls we leave at 9am
tomorrow but I expect each of you to be in your room for bed check tonight
at 9pm...sharp!" Rhonda spoke up in an exasperated tone.  "Oh please Ms. 
Joan, it's our last evening can't you make it 10?" flashing her dark eyes
in a meaningful look at Molly.  Packard thought ruefully about the womanish
brunette's request...then decided abruptly it would give her more time with
Paul.  As she stepped into the elevator she husked out, "Alright...alright
1015 and not a moment longer."

   Alma was changed into a fresh dress and underwear only without a slip
and out the door as Hanna sat gazing from the sofa longingly after her
roommate.  A part of the young blonde wanted to tail along with the juicy
redhead.  In their room Molly shyly eyed Rhonda as she stepped to the
closet to remove her dress.  Turning her back to the blonde, Rhonda softly
asked, "Moll can you be a dear and help me with my zip.  I need to get into
the loo bad!" Molly couldn't resist as she unzipped Rhonda's dress with her
right hand from gliding her left to the girlish waist and then further to
her wonderfully padded butt as if to steady her.  This drew a soft giggle
from the brunette.  Rhonda shimmied out of the dress and in the same
instant gushed a long windy dry fart which caused her to shiver.  "Ah
fuck...  I got a lot more than air in my guts." She laughed.  Molly's
breath increased at the explicit and bold display by her roommate who had
gorged herself on spaghetti, garlic bread and meat balls at supper the
previous evening.  And also consumed heavily of the Italian mini sausages,
ginger ale and cheese dips at the orientation seminar.  Wearing only her
beige slip Rhonda strolled to the bathroom, leaving the door two-thirds
open, the toilet seat banged down, there was a slight pause, as she
prepared to put her gorgeous behind on the seat.  Whisking her slip to her
waist, she tugged her sheer mauve panties down past her knees and sat.  An
audible sigh of relief followed immediately by the loud hiss of her stream
of foamy urine.  Molly's clit twitched and her imagination was flooded with
images of Rhonda with her panties around her ankles peeing urgently.  She
found herself standing dead still, straining to hear if she was going to do
anything more.  The thought excited Molly nastily.  After relieving herself
of piss Rhonda released another loud gassy fart as she further relaxed over
the bowl, the pressure left her guts causing her to shiver sensually on the
toilet seat.  A sublime look came over Rhonda's face as she quickly
excreted two firm six inch logs from her bowels, producing her immediate
relief.  Molly stood transfixed outside the door as she listened to her
roommate carryout her bathroom routine and calmly wash her hands
afterwards. Neither girl appeared concerned about the witnessing or display
of such an intimate act.  Molly didn't see that Rhonda had stepped from her
panties as she rose from the commode.  As it often played out with Rhonda,
she found herself becoming aroused after using the toilet or finishing a
good meal.  The womanly 16-year-old girl exited the bathroom and walked
past the imaginative Molly and casually pinched the blonde's right tit as
she walked to her dresser.  Molly didn't flinch, she just turned to follow
Rhonda as she walked toward the beds in the center of the room.  Rhonda
stopped to fiddle in her carry-on bag for the Polaroid camera Bart Maxon
had gotten for her to carry out the entrapment of Hanna.  Molly now lounged
comfortably on her bed laying on her right side, propped upon her elbow. 
Rhonda didn't give the girl time to relax or speak as she stepped forward
placing her left foot on Molly's bed mattress and hissed out, "Eat me
Molly."

   Alma had asked the concierge at the front lobby for directions to catch
the public transportation bus down to a county fair which was under way
several blocks from their hotel.  The concierge explained to the sexy
redhead that the #34 Bus Route was a special from the hotel to the
fairgrounds, but would cease running at 700pm.  This was music to the
recalcitrant girl's ears.  She would be able to go have some fun and be
back long before the curfew imposed by Ms.  Packard.  Alma had made her way
on the bus in a foul mood at being abandoned by her friends as she rode in
silence on the nearly abandoned 34 Bus.  The bus was nearly empty with only
her and only three other passengers, perhaps due to the persistent rain.

   She was dressed fetchingly in a wraparound belted blue gingham dress
with low-heeled sandals as she sat three rows behind and across from the
40-something year-old driver.  Her mind preoccupied as she stared out the
rain slick windows of the bus, she didn't notice the driver stealing quick
furtive peeps at her exposed legs up her dress.

   Molly was fully relined on her bed with her head propped up on two
pillows.  A faint mewling sound mixed with wet licks emanated from where
her face was joined between Rhonda's pretty thighs.  The brunette knelt
astride Molly's face as Molly gripped the satiny flesh of the backs of
Rhonda's thighs, holding tight as she licked her hanging pussylips.  "Oh
shit Moll...your good at it!" Rhonda yipped out as she palmed and tweaked
her rigid nipples, now fully engorged with lust.  Pleasing sensations
coursed through Rhonda's flesh as Molly lapped all along the creamy snatch,
picking up tart, tangy girl sap.  Molly then twisted her face sideways as
she'd been taught by Mrs.  Thompson to get closer to the pussy as if to
ingest the juicy lips into her mouth.  "Awww, arrgh aww!" Rhonda bleated
excitedly.  "Yes Molly eat it like that...it's so good!"

   Hanna was bored and lonely, even expectant bordering on fearful about
returning home yet knowing, Ms.  Packard wanted to seduce her.  She was
excited about all she had seen and done in two short days.  Still in her
clothes from orientation seminar, she decided to venture down the hall to
talk with Molly again.  As she walked toward Molly's room, in her mind
there was a latent hope that she and the other blonde could have some more
girl-girl excitement.  Molly and Rhonda had shifted positions on the bed to
where now Molly lay half on her side with her legs crooked open as Rhonda
knelt between them sensually licking Molly's shiny wet blonde pussy.

   Alma spent nearly three hours walking in town and at the fairgrounds
when she remembered the concierge telling her the last Route 34 Bus would
leave the fairgrounds for the hotel district at 7pm which was just before
dark.  The spirited teen was adventurous but did not want to be alone at
dark and certainly didn't want to break her curfew.  At one attraction
where she stood watching to cute teen boys shoot basketballs to win stuffed
animals for their dates, she had caught the subtle hint of reefer as two
grungy fairground workingmen stood idly next to her smoking.  She ambled
back to the bus stand determined not to be stranded at the fairgrounds to
insure she got back before the curfew.  Her mind slightly foggy from the
excitement and secondary contact of the marijuana.  The Route 34 bus was
empty except for two uniformed drivers, one the older driver, George who
had driven the bus to the Fair earlier, and a younger nerdy clone who sat
behind the older one filling out some sort of log.  The driver glancing at
his watch and seeing it was 7pm, pushed the vehicle into gear and pulled
away from the stand, saying politely "Well little lady, we're off.  Just
have to drop Dennis here off at 10th Street garage to pick up his bus." He
then pushed an overhead button to change the route sign to read GARAGE.  As
Alma shifted in her seat she had a sudden flash of memory and she could
hear her Uncle talking to her as she stared at the older driver behind the
wheel.  It was if she could feel her uncle's hands on her lush body as he
helped her undress.  He would say things like, "What a good, good body you
have Alma." The lush redhead shuddered as the lewd memory rolled along. 
She could feel the lips of her labia grow moist and thick, feel the animal
heat building up inside of her as she remembered what her uncle's hands
felt like as they moved over her wiggling, faintly protesting body in the
early days of his seducing her.  The driver skillfully steered the bus down
the rain slick streets leading from the fairgrounds heading toward the
garage as Alma eyed his reflection in the rear view mirror.  She reached
into her purse to get her lipstick and refresh her glossy red lips.  In her
mind she played over instances of seduction and exploration she endured
with her uncle and others over the past 24 months.  Alma felt like a
sophisticated woman, though she was only sixteen.  Though she didn't want
to Alma felt a mild sense of rebel euphoria at the freedom she felt at
being away from the staid Hanna and the hypocritical Ms.  Packard.  A part
of her wanted to stay out all evening until the end of curfew.  Slowing
down on a darkened East K.C street, the older driver, spoke to Alma for the
first time since they pulled away from the fairground.  "Why's a pretty
thing like you not got a popular boy at your side on a Friday evening?"
Alma did not answer at first, still in a reverie of past memories.  It was
only after his next comment that she reacted.  George tapped the younger
driver on his right knee slyly as he taunted Alma, "What's the matter Red,
you miss Mommy and Dad?  Don't like our fair city?" he chortled evilly.  "I
love your fair city Mr.  Driver...but my trip here has been boring and
lonely." She stressed the tail end of her answer glumly, adding "My friends
and chaperone abandoned me." George drove on for several minutes then
pulled the bus into a darkened industrial zone only a half mile from the
Garage.  All the buildings appeared to be either closed for the evening or
nor longer used.  Parked in the shadows under some trees, George invited
Alma to come sit closer on the front seat in a voice that turned husky and
masterful.  Gingerly she swiveled out of her seat, her smooth legs flashing
an enticing glimpse up her skirt to both drivers.  Her creamy white
flashing.  Calmly sitting on a seat behind the older driver next to the
young one she crossed her legs holding her purse in her lap.  "That's a
good girl." George said evenly as he reached in his small duffle bag under
his seat and removed a small transistor radio he snapped on, placing it on
his dash board.  The bus filled with the sound of Beethoven's 5th coming
from a classical FM station.  In Alma's mind the connection grew tauter
with remembrances of her uncle and their trysts which he often carried out
in his den accompanied by jazz or classical music in the background. 
George stood from his seat looming over the attractive young redhead.  He
took her hand, drawing her to a standing position and said drily,
"Cooperate with me and I'll help cure your boredom." Just as the concerto
hit a crescendo.  He pulled her to him and kissed her gently on the mouth
as he nodded his head toward the door and pulled the lever to open it
indicating he wanted Dennis to step off the bus.  "Keep watch Denny, maybe
something good comes of this later for ya..." he said as he raised her
dress in back turning her facing the bus door.  This placed her transparent
full back ruffled-seat pink panties on display to both men.  Alma shivered
slightly as she heard the classical music drone from the little radio as
George rubbed and pinched her round butt.  With her eyes closed she stood
on tip toe to kiss him harder, canting her legs in order to grind her juicy
sump on his hardening cock.  With the music playing Alma seemed to be
reliving her past.  She felt the driver strumming his fingers along her
right forearm in teasing little patterns causing her to writhe deliciously
in his arms.  George decided he was not going to be constrained by her only
being sixteen...he just wanted to feel the pleasure of spearing into her
obviously tight cunt.  It was like she could hear her uncle all over
again...when George said, "Reach inside my pants and take it out.  It's not
hard yet." As he guided her right hand down to his trousers' fly.  Moaning
softly, "Oh...ohh." she reached for the zipper and lowered it worming her
hand inside his humid crotch.  Her hand timidly pulled open the Y-front of
his underwear, her thumb making contact with the engorging stalk of his
eight-and-a-half-inch circumcised gristle.  His hands now fully and boldly
cupped the cheeks of her bubbly butt, snapping the ruffled lace on the pink
panties as it caressed her cheeks.  The pace of his 42-year-old heart
increasing.  Her belted dress was rucked up to her waist sexily, exciting
her, him and the younger man who was staring at their display through the
glass of the bus door.

   When Hanna entered the room without knocking she was stunned at what she
saw unfolding on one of the twin beds in the room.  Molly's head lolled on
her shoulders sleepily as she lay back while Rhonda performed oral sex on
her with gusto, as Molly casually strummed her fingers over her own clit.
"Oooooo it's sooooo nice, Rhonda.  Ahhhhh!!  I love the way you do it to
me. Please, stick your tongue in deep for a minute." Molly said calmly her
eyes coming into focus.  Hanna took several tentative steps toward the bed
before she noticed Molly waving her forward with her right hand.  But she
couldn't get her eyes off the lush form of Rhonda with her head hunkered
down between Molly's thighs.

   Suddenly her dress lay in a puddle of fabric at her feet, she wore
nothing but her sheer full back panties and her bra.  Her palm tingled and
she thought she could feel the throbbing length of George's heavy dick in
her hand.  Alma stared down in shocked surprise as she tugged an enormous
penis out of his pants and shook it.  The young girl felt light-headed and
awed as she devoured the thick white stalk of the man's dick with her eyes.
Oh gosh, but it's big like my uncle's, the lewd little voice whispered in
her ear.  What would it be like inside of me?  What would it...  taste
like? Her panties were a mess by this time and the thick coat of
lubricating juice oiled her and made her itchy and more willing to allow
the man to take her.  To show George her willingness, Alma sat on the first
seat on the side opposite the driver seat and scooted to the edge of the
bus seat.  Glancing up at him once as he stood before her she began a slow,
lazy licking of his meaty dick.  Every so often she glanced down through
the glass of the bus door at the younger driver, seeing him almost
google-eyed with lust as he watched her and the older driver.  The driver
shuddered with fuck-itch as he felt her moist tongue swirl over his
cock-head.  He tilted his head back and brought his right hand to a place
behind her neck insuring she would not pull away.  Alma knew she was doomed
to submit.  With the memories cascading in her mind she went and sat behind
the driver when invited, knowing that she was going to play along and get
to handle cock because she wanted to do it.  Oh this is wicked thought
Alma. It's just like when uncle would have some of his buddies over at a
pool party or to play poker and she would be his helper, running to get
beers and chips from the kitchen.  Often dressed only in a one-piece
swimsuit or her school uniform.  Frothy bubbles of her saliva now streaked
the stalk and head of George's meat.  The pole was stiff and bumping all
over the inside of her cheeks and gums as he shoveled up into her face. 
His pants now unbuttoned and down below his knees.

   Hanna stood passively by the bed and looked blankly at Rhonda licking
and lapping in the creamy wetness of Molly's snatch.  The sound of "Smmsk,
Slurp, Smak." Droned between her ears as Molly slowly traced her fingers up
under the hem of her dress.  Oh no...not again.  I don't mind playing with
Molly but Rhonda is so much more mature and raunchy thought Hanna.  Molly
knew this was the perfect time to fully immerse the little blonde in full
on lesbian play with abandonment in a wicked little threesome.  "Unzip your
dress Hanna and kiss me honey...Rhonda won't mind." After stripping from
her dress, Hanna sat on the edge of the bed and began kissing Molly sending
shivers of pleasure through both blonde girls.  Rhonda paused in her
licking and gazed up at the new development with a wry smile.  It was too
good to fathom.  She would have the blackmail photos before they even took
one class at their boarding school.  Bart would be pleased and she would be
flush with cash.  "Oh yess...  it looks so sexy.  C'mon do more.  I've got
Moll all hot for you.  Sit on her face, then you and I can both take turns
to eat her out." Rhonda growled out.  There was a needy almost begging tone
to Rhonda's words, it only made Hanna more aware of the warmth and the new
moisture between her own aching thighs.  She decided to let go and play
with both girls.

   Finally, after long minutes of Alma fellating him, George wanted more.
With little fanfare he simply pushed her head back and pulled his heavy
cock from her mouth.  He then gently pushed her back on the bus seat and
speared her cunt in one lunge.  He didn't even have to remove her panties.
Alma simply reached down and yanked the crotch piece to the side.  She was
just that far gone.  The man tormented her by withdrawing his engorged dick
in his left hand as he teased it over and around the pebbly nub of her clit
eliciting horny shivers from the girl.  Alma was alive with erotic
sensation.  Vivid memories of pasts tryst at the hands of her perverted
uncle were now in even sharper focus in her mind.  George resumed his
humping into her pussy and after about five minutes he boosted her
sumptuous thighs up onto his broad arms and began to pummel her snug hole.
Dennis had now eased up into the bus and was standing in the aisle peering
at the copulating couple...he nor George were no longer concerned over
whether or not someone approached the bus and saw them.  Dennis' cock
throbbed and lurched rhythmically inside his work pants.  His eyes were
riveted to where George's thick pole was soaked and lathered with Alma's
greasy feminine sap.  Her head lolled on her shoulders, a 3-inch lock of
her shiny red hair flopped wantonly in her face as she babbled. 
"Ohh...yes. Stick it into meeee!" The idling of the bus engine and the
classical music on the radio transfixed all three people.  But the shy and
cautious younger driver finally decided to go for broke.  He fisted his
slender 7inch pole out of his pants and side-stepped from the aisle up
toward the girls face.  George saw the movement from his peripheral vision
and decided to let the other driver participate.  "Go on ...take him in
your mouth." He directed the pretty girl.  His firm demand snapped the red
head teen from her blissful reverie, her eyes slowly coming into focus. 
She reached for the other cock and began to pull on it in an under hand
tugging motion.  Little drops of pre cum splashed into her palm, helping to
lubricate the slender shank as she stroked it.  Dennis looked at her
sheepishly before trying to shuffle closer so she could take it in her
mouth.  Craning her neck just so, she was able to get the first two inches
in her maw as her solid thighs and hips jostled in the other driver's arms.
"Ohhhhh, you juicy thing, you're so wet and slippery, I could fuck you for
hours." George whispered gruffly in her ear as his muscular body moved up
and down over her.  Each time his dick withdrew it was smeared frothy with
white globs of her girl-goo and his pre cum.  "Go on Denny, play with her.
Can't you see how hot all this has made her?" George's voice grated across
the raw nerve endings in Alma's brain and she couldn't keep her head from
turning back to look at him.  He now sounded just like her uncle.  "Shit
George...I can't get it fully in her mouth." The younger driver complained,
he was too cramped to really get at her with abandon.  George pulled his
dick from her with a wet audible "plop".  He grabbed Alma by her right hand
and marched her to the rear of the bus where there was one full seat that
ran the entire width of the bus.  Dennis followed close behind his stiff
cock pointing up like a railroad spike about to be hammered as he watched
her juicy ass swish in her full back panties.  "Get on your hands and knees
girly." George barked, his eyes taking on a dark glint.  Alma's hips were
canted up at just the right height as George pulled her panties to the
side, the crotch piece stretched and distended away from her juicy hole
allowed him to spear her once again.  "Ohhhh...aww." She whined
plaintively, just before Dennis steered his dick into her face.  Alma's
body came alive and she began to hunch onto one dick and suck the other. 
She was literally like meat on a spit roast.  TO BE CONTINUED.