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 My Trials in Summer 9 -Fiction- Back in Detroit Things were moving fast on
several fronts back in Detroit as the girls arrived back home mid Saturday
morning.  The dreary showers that were present in Kansas City seemed to be
lingering over the Great Lakes also making for a dull grey feel.  Jefferson
and Mathers were in a bright mood as they spent the early afternoon at the
pub congratulating themselves on their take down of Donna Kosik and
plotting future dalliances with the woman.

   Bart Maxson was eager to get a report from his accomplice Rhonda, and to
gauge if she had progressed any with the Harper girl.  He'd already decided
to meet with her for Brunch on Sunday morning near his flat.

   Donna Kosik though shamed was also excited and hopeful her scandal would
not involve her husband; her most fervent wish was to resolve it before her
sister returned from Europe in another week.

   Judd, Bennie and Mickey were now all angling for constant access to Mrs.
Manelli's intimate charms.  Especially Bennie who was even more antsy due
to the drop off in his aunt's teasing acts as she dealt with her troubles.

   At 11am Marian learned her brother was ill up in Lansing and she
urgently wanted to go and see about him but faced the quandary of someone
to care for her pet Bullet.  The teacher expected to be gone 2-3 days while
her brother was hospitalized.  She had no immediate relative or close
friend she would entrust with the unique animal.  It was foremost on her
mind as she moved around her bedroom preparing to pack.  As she entered her
garage for a piece of luggage she struck upon a novel idea.  Why not leave
the pet in the garage with food and water and his leashes and ask the boy
Judd to check the animal?  The boy was literally eating out of her hands
now.  Also her townhome was keyed with different locks making it possible
to give Judd only access to the garage without the risk of Judd and his
pals having passage into the townhome.

   Marian called the Epstein home and as luck would have it she was able to
speak with Mr.  Epstein.  In her most charming voice, Marian explained her
dilemma stressing Judd was a favorite student who had shown maturity in
summer session.  The elder Epstein was anxious to see his son assume
greater responsibility and lept at opportunity for him to aid the here to
fore unknown Mrs.  Manelli.

   The covert agent Foster was finding things were quite normal so far
inside the plant.  There were no internal espionage threats to the Tank
programs.  If Jefferson's blackmail of Donna remained confined to her and
not her husband's job, his stay in Detroit would come to an end and he
could move to his next assignment.

   Jefferson and Mathers ran over some details of what the expected from
there next outing with Donna Kosik.  Mather wanted to keep taking her in
the apartment which actually was leased to his cousin.  Jefferson was now
keen to progress to the illicit thrill of intercourse with her in either
her car or his out in a secluded spot.

   When Marian stopped at the Epstein's to deliver her key to the private
garage entrance, Judd's Aunt Barbara answered the doorbell.  The two
attractive women immediately took notice of each other strangely noting
they actually resembled each other, one Auburn haired the other richly
brunette.  Mr.  Epstein had never met the teacher and was immediately
impressed upon seeing her up close.  His chest swelled with pride at the
thought of Judd making a good impression on such a dignified woman. 
Barbara noticed her too.  Standing in the hallway sipping from her coffee
cup she watched the sway of Marian's lush thighs and hips as they moved in
the beige satin Capri pants she wore.  Judd was not at home so Mrs. 
Manelli simply left the key and a small handwritten note explaining the
dogs feeding schedule and that walking him twice daily would be required.

   Rhonda didn't dare call Bart from home.  She sat at the foot of her bed
shuffling the four or five Polaroid photos that showed her, Molly and
Hanna's Sapphic party.  One photo showed Hanna and Molly in a deep French
kiss.  Another showed a sixty-nine position, Hanna atop an ecstatic Molly.
Then there was one where all three girls were entwined in daisy chain of
pussy eating where Hanna's back is to Rhonda as she ate Hanna who was
awkward but enthusiastically licking Molly.  The pictures would be
priceless to Bart and for one brief moment Rhonda wondered...could she get
more money from the bold political operative.  She hid the pictures in the
bottom of her purse, secreted in a felt envelope in a place neither of her
parents would ever bother to look.

   After the evening supper, Aunt Barbara ventured down to Judd's basement
bungalow.  Dressed in a casual outfit of navy blue Bermuda shorts, white
stretchy knit blouse and sandals.  So far during her short stay Barbara had
got Judd interested in tennis among other things.  The boy eagerly agreed
when asked by her to participate in a tennis lesson from his sensual aunt
if the weather was better tomorrow.  Judd sat on a low camp stool about
three feet away from his aunt as she stood with arms akimbo in the doorway
of his basement room smiling and talking with him.  The way he looked up at
his aunt made her shiver with arousal.  His sensitive kind eyes seem to
make her melt.  She could feel her nipples grow crinkly inside her bra.

   In the large upscale home of the Harpers, Joan Packard felt oddly at
ease.  Something was not right with her young charge Hanna.  The girl had
been in her room almost non-stop since their return from Kansas City.  When
she surfaced for supper she had barely spoken two words to Joan.  The au
pair wondered what was troubling the teenager but decided to give her some
space for the rest of the weekend.  Next week would be busy enough as the
last week of full preparation before the girls left for boarding school.

   An almost certain tragedy nearly struck at nearly 9pm, when the Kosik's
home phone rang but luckily Dan yelled for Donna to answer it as he was in
the shower.  Rather than answer it in the bedroom, she sprinted to the
kitchen and took it there where immediately, Mather's voice came on the
line gruffly, "Be at Lake Orion park Sunday at one in the afternoon.  Come
alone and dress sexy for us." Donna's heart began hammering in her chest as
she heard the vile order.  She started to babble out an answer.  "My lo--rd
that's nearly an hour away.  Please can't I just come back by the
apartments?  Ple...ease!" she whined.  Oh my goodness how will I get time
away right at the time for Sunday lunch?  Dan and Bennie both will be
expecting lunch the blonde fretted as she meekly walked to yell into the
bathroom, telling her husband the call was a wrong number.  Her forehead
and upper lip now perspiring lightly with added worry despite being nearly
naked with only a baby doll nightie on and mint green see-through panties
Donna had another problem...she and Dan had been struggling to have a baby
and she had been off birth control.  But now she needed to get back on it
for surely those vile men would not be content with just oral sex.  Click.
The phone line went dead as Mathers hung up and turned to Jefferson,
grinning.  "message delivered." As the two blackmailers left the Bennigan's
to drive home.  Jefferson was very pleased and smiled a big grin that Mrs.
Kosik had only tried to back out meeting at the lake but not keeping the
date.  As soon as Dan was out of the bathroom and in bed, Donna hurried to
the medicine cabinet and took a birth control pill.  She climbed in bed and
kissed her husband who was already asleep and turned away wearily,
expecting to be tortured by her dreams as she tried to figure a way out of
tomorrow's meeting with the men.

   The sun peeped over the Great Lakes beautifully on Sunday morning.  By
the time the Kosik household rolled to the breakfast table it was already a
warm 68 degrees.  Judd was sleepily reading the baseball box scores while
stretched out in bed.  His uncle was at the dining table going over
production figures on a solar calculator while his Aunt Donna made eggs and
bacon.  The sudden ringing of phone startled everyone, especially Donna who
almost defied physics and melted into the kitchen floor.  She quickly
strode to the back porch as if looking for something when all she really
wanted was to put some distance between her and the phone.  Calmly Dan
turned and answered it.  As Donna stood on the porch her heart pounded in
her chest as she prayed it was not the nasty men who were extorting her,
ears alert to hear Dan asking angry questions of the caller...when she
eventually heard him say calmly, "What time should Bennie meet you and your
aunt Judd?" Wiping her hands on her apron Donna returned to the stove in
the kitchen and turned the bacon to low.  Relaxing slightly as she realized
at least Bennie would be away for a while today.  Dan hung up the phone and
shouted up the hall to Bennie's room.  "Hey sport Judd and his aunt want
you to go play tennis with them.  You need to meet at the Epstein's at
11am. Shake a leg its 0915 hours." He announced cheerfully.  Just after
breakfast as she did dishes.  Dan out of nowhere announced he was going to
the plant.  He had found some quality errors in the figures he worked on
earlier.  Asking Donna if she minded if he went into the office for a few
hours, and promising to make it up to her during the week with a dinner
date.  The pretty blonde was ashen with relief when she realized she'd be
able to leave the house with both of the guys gone.  Suddenly brightened in
her demeanor, she quipped to Bennie; "Be ready at 1030.  I'll drop you at
Judd's." Dan left for the plant at 1015 just before the calmer but still
rattled Donna left in her car with Bennie.  The only problem she had now
was to get into a fetchingly cute dress before meeting the men at Lake
Orion.  After dropping Bennie and giving him a light peck on the jaw she
playfully rubbed his thigh.  Saying "Call before you return to the house to
make sure we're there.  Remember, I'll be shopping and Dan's at the plant"
As she calmly drove off, Donna steered out toward the Interstate Highway 75
North for the roughly 42 min trip.  About five miles down the road she
stopped at a Montgomery Ward outlet store that happen to be open.  She
rushed inside to peruse the aisle and see if she might find something eye
catching for her assignment with the blackmailers.  Normally a size 14,
Donna bought a cheap white nylon Nurse's Dress buttoned at the front in a
size 12.  It was guaranteed to make her womanly figure eye-popping to the
men.  She pulled into the next gas station and changed, freshening her
makeup as well.



   Judd and Aunt Barbara sat having lemonade at their kitchen table. 
Bennie had almost hated being shunted off to a tennis lesson.  But seeing
the hot lush figured beauty of Judd's aunt perked him up.  Barbara was
wearing a sleeveless Lacoste smock juicily fitted to her exquisite figure
that ended at her mid-thigh and neither boy could keep their eyes away from
her as she walked up the hallway toward the front door.  Judd yelled to him
mom that they were leaving for tennis and then going on to feed and walk
Mrs.  Manelli's pet.  Judd and his pal were joking and playfully tossing a
tennis ball in the backseat as Barbara drove to the nearby neighborhood
courts turn by turn.  Two middle-aged couples playing a doubles match left
the courts empty shortly after Barbara and the boys arrived.  Bennie could
barely concentrate as Barbara demonstrated serves and lobs before setting
the boys to practicing volleys with each other.  His eyes laser focused on
the movement of her flesh in her tennis outfit.  Soon all three were soaked
in perspiration from their exertions.  The upper portion of her cleavage
glistened with droplets of sweat as she walked to the net to get a small
towel.  After wiping her brow and forearms she draped the towel over the
net and walked to Judd's side of the court.  "Judd you're not locking your
elbow on your serves.  Here let me show you." She stood close behind her
nephew and grasping his right arm got it raised in the manner she desired.
In doing so she had placed her 40-inch bosom gently against his back.  The
boy's cock immediately hardened and lurched along the crotch of his cut-off
jeans due to the nearness of her and scents from her perfume, sweat and
female odor.  After releasing his arms, she took the ball and racket,
served an easy volley over to Bennie.  Taking another ball from her skirt
pocket she served another, her juicy asscheeks jostling under the
abbreviated skirt.  As Judd lobbed serves to Bennie, she stared at her
nephew's friend before ambling up to him stating, "Your swing should start
from your shoulder.  Not your wrist and elbow...you're not playing your
ruddy baseball sweetie." Admonishing him cutely.  With sweat pouring down
his face and him barely able to see, he squinted as her lovely visage
approached him as if she were a deity.  Her well combed auburn tresses
sticking to her head and shoulders sexily.  They practiced for another
twenty minutes or so before leaving to head over to Mrs.  Manelli's
neighborhood to feed, walk and exercise the pet.  Marian had three large
floor type circular fans going in the garage and the dog lay comfortably on
the concrete lazily, not bothering to rise when they first arrived.  Only
loping to the door when his keen hearing and smell detected some changed
stimuli...the jiggle of the leash in Judd hands and the subtle female scent
of Aunt Barbara.

   Donna drove around Lake Orion after entering the park she had arrived
with almost 20 minutes to spare.  The interior of the park was humid and
muddled by an array of shrubs but down near the shore line felt moderately
cooler.  Donna exited her vehicle, looking feeling really out of place
wearing the thin nylons nurse smock without a slip.  She deliberately kept
her eyes diverted toward the ground as she desperately didn't want anyone
to see her face among the 10-15 passersby strolling about and playing in
the park.  Stepping away from her sedan, Donna walked perhaps forty feet
away when a weather-beaten green Dodge truck pulled up next to her driven
by a white male wearing thick dark sun glasses.  The driver, Mathers simply
said, "Get in." She recognized the voice as one she had heard upon meeting
the men last week at the apartment.  Upon being told to do so, Donna kept
her head down and her eyes closed as she rode along to wherever the man was
taking her.  The sparse population of the little township of Lake Orion was
struggling due to the current recession and Arab oil embargo, so the
northern edge of the lake and park had been shut down for six months. 
Mathers pulled the truck in between two no longer used buildings, one a
water department pump house the other a disused recreation building.  Still
not certain she could look up, Donna kept her down but clearly heard the
heavy foot steps of the approaching Jefferson who was wearing old worn
jeans and a T-shirt.  Jefferson yanked the door opening startling the woman
and took her by the arm, helping her alight from the vehicle.  Her dress
skidded up her substantial thighs almost putting her glossy black panties
on display.  As Jefferson steered her into the rec building, complementing
her on the choice of dress.  Donna wiggled her ass, contracted her slippery
thighs together, shimmied her pussy-lips against each other despite the
cutting crotch of her panties, which had been pulled up like a sopping-wet
gag between them.  Donna was at least ten days past her menstrual cycle and
so was now at her most fertile and horny spell of the month and with her
chronic condition of over produced feminine juice her crotch was awash in
moisture.  Jefferson held her at arm's length and began to kiss her on the
lips.  Mathers took that as the sign to start in on her.  He stepped
forward literally to sandwich her against the black man while kissing the
nape of her neck.  Jefferson began unbuckling the thin white belt around
her graceful waist and two more buttons at the top of her dress.  Donna's
labia and nipples filled with blood as the men groped her.  She glanced
down briefly to see Mather's left hand slide under the hem of the short
dress and worm toward her damp panties.  Mather's cock surged to full
hardness as a result of lack of resistance at being pawed over like hot
food at a Shriner's' buffet.  The fact it was a Sunday afternoon when she
should be at home preparing dinner made her feel wanton and slutty.  The
rec room had an old sofa and two ping pong tables.  Jefferson led her to
the sofa and pushed her down to a seated position, her dress skidding into
her mid-thighs.  Jefferson knelt as his woolly head descended to between
her thighs as he nibbled and kissed her legs and thighs.  Mathers scrabbled
to a kneeling position on the sofa and finished unbuttoning her dress down
to her waist, then simply yanked her bra up to her neck, exposing her
breasts.  Her lush tits jostled into view, the lovely orbs coming to full
display.  Donna was severely turned on.  She could feel her thighs glazed
with the evidence of leaking feminine sap caused by her arousal and yes
even fear.  She was a little embarrassed that perhaps in her current state
the men could actually smell her like dogs with a bitch in heat.  Mathers's
just yanked his cock in the open for her and inclined her head toward his
groin.  She sucked in 3 inches on the first lunge.  Her moist trench
sizzled under Jefferson's talented licking and sucking over and through her
panties.  She was becoming giddy at being their plaything though still
unable to identify them due to sunglasses.  Mathers pawed and flicked her
nipples as his eyes took in the sight of her fellating him, her shiny
saliva sliding in rivulets down his cock stalk and Jefferson licking her
cunt.  She reached down to pull off her panties, and Jefferson thought she
was reaching to ward him off so he slapped her hands away menacingly.  Her
hips writhed on the sofa, further rucking the short dress into her lap. 
Roughly ten minutes went by with the three adults enjoying their oral
copulation before Jefferson ordered, "C'mon Mrs.  Kosik let's get to the
real deal momma...strip." Mathers dick swung moist and throbbing with her
saliva as Donna rose to shimmy out of her dress.  Her stare was blankly
directed over Jefferson's shoulder as the she rose passively.  She hooked
her thumbs blankly into the waistband of her panties as she stared past
Jefferson.  Nothing made a woman feel more vulnerable and yes desired than
to be naked in front of a fully clothed man or two.  Her eyes closed as she
lay back on the old sofa and reached and stroked numbly her clit as if she
were in the privacy of her own bathroom, she wanted to keep her buzz going
despite the circumstances of the blackmail.  Mathers was going first into
her juicy cunt...he knee-walked into position and shunted his cock into her
slowly.  "Oh ahhh...!" he moaned marveling at how wet she was.  "D...she
feels...like butter." He babbled almost blurting out Jefferson's first
name. Jefferson now kneeling by her head, steered his dick over her lips
for a second or two, thick quarter inch veins laced the length of his cock
like worms.  Staring down blankly as her fleshy pussylips grasped Mathers
cock-stalk in a gloppy embrace, the man was eager for his turn.  Mathers
grabbed her 38C breast, flicking her nipples with his thumbs as he hunched
into her on a rich glaze of her woman sap, lewd, wet farting sounds
resounded in the small concrete building.  Donna absently reached for
Jefferson's dark truncheon to steady it as her lips wormed over his
cock-head.  She had no hesitation to suck the tasty flesh.  The plundering
of Donna continued for nearly 15 minutes before Jefferson pulled his dick
from her face with an audible plop.  He nodded and jerked his thumb in an
upward motion signaling they should change positions.  Neither man had
orgasmed yet and he was almost ready to pop.  "Turn over on your hands and
knees.", was his gruff instruction to the woman.  Donna complied quickly,
even crawling forward a little so her face extended out over the armrests
of the worn sofa making it more accessible to the white welder, Mathers. 
Mathers got his damp spike in her mouth before Jefferson got stuck in her
canted up slot.  "C'mon suck it..., he hissed.  Taste your pussy all over
me baby." In the humid the three adult bodies hummed with erotic fervor
only concerned with their gratification.  Perspiration ran off Donna's
flanks like she was running a marathon race.  Rivulets of moisture popped
out on her shoulders and thighs.  Jefferson drilled into her juicy pit with
deep bone jarring thrusts.  His work worn hands gripped her asscheeks like
a hawk's talons grabbing fish from a fast moving creek.  Donna massaged and
tickled Mathers egg-shaped balls in their velvety pouch as her lips
stropped back and forth on his pole capturing salty burst of his pre-cum
and sweat.  Mathers scooped her hair atop her head making her appear more
wanton and disheveled as she labored under the dual assault of two rampant
cocks.  In one instant she reared back pulling her lips from Mathers and
blurted, "Oh fuck me...stick it in meeee!" It was just the extra fillip
Jefferson needed to pop.  He tossed his black pole home once more and his
sperm jetted up from his nuts into her clutching pussy.  "Splurt!" Right
against her womb the first wad hit.  The blackmailer wrenched his cock from
her as it belched out white greasy blobs of jizz.  "Aww...ohhh, ahh!" she
moaned out from the vacant feeling in her pussy.  "Splork, splurt,
sploosh." The three wet splatters fell over her along her left thigh, on
her right ass cheek and calf.  It was like specks of white jelly.  "Oh
shit...don't stop...more, more, please." She begged.  Mathers stepped
around behind her as Jefferson sat back weakly on the sofa, his dick
starting wilt.  For his part Mathers speared into her on the rich glaze of
jizz from his buddy in crime and her constant woman juice.  Boosting her by
the hips Mathers down into her snug cunt, his cock pushing out frothy
strings of Jefferson's jizz on his first two or three lunges.  Donna
immediately started the quick climb to orgasm by squeezing and tweaking her
own juicy blood engorged nipples.  "Aww, yesss, like that sir.  It's so
good...don't stop." In the back of her mind she hoped her blatant display
of masochistic glee would refire the black man's lust for her.  On a primal
level something about seeing a woman surrender lustfully to a man always
excites other men lucky enough to witness such an act.  Jefferson eased
from the worn sofa holding her wadded up panties and began stroking his
slowly recharging cock with her underwear.  TO BE CONTINUED