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 My trials in Summer 4 **Fiction** Judd and Mickey were out front at the
Epstein's playing catch when Aunt Barbara arrived in the late afternoon. 
"Judd my little plimenik, come give me a hug and help me with my baggage,
Please." Barbara gushed using the Yiddish term as she lowered the power
windows of her car preparing to get out.  Barbara's door swung open as the
boys trotted up alongside the new Lincoln.  Her garter clips and straps
glinted in the sunlight as her dress skidded above her stocking tops as she
alighted the automobile.  Both boys eyed her with renewed interest after
their recent experience with Mrs.  Manelli.  Judd nearly swooned when his
aunt crushed him in a motherly hug.  The compressed weight of her 40D
breast made his eyes open wide as Mickey stood waiting for an introductory
handshake with the sexy older woman.  They all trooped up the sidewalk to
his house, the boys struggled with the heavy luggage which made it plain
she was going to be around for a while.  Judd, though angered about having
to give up his room to his aunt, became more excited the idea of the
attractive creature being under the same roof with her.  Mickey was now
looking forward to the guys now having to hang out in the basement where
Judd would sleep while his aunt occupied his bedroom.

   *** The Director of Army Systems had hired Henry "Hank" Harper from
Chrysler Defense to guide the armament part of the new tank which needed to
be ready for service in 1980.

   Harper a widower had two things important to him, completing M-1 tanks
and getting into Michigan State government as a Senator and maybe Lt
Governor.  He should have had a third as a widower, his pretty 15-year-old
daughter, Hanna.  Right now where he was concerned his focus was on driving
the Armament Division relentlessly so he could resign and be on the ballot
in 60 days.  The world in the summer of 1979 was a dangerous place,
Russians in Afghanistan, Iranian Revolution, South Africans developing
nukes, Cubans in Angola.  As a result of the frenetic pace, he'd hired a
38-year old divorcee, Joan Packard to shepherd Hanna's acceptance to an
exclusive Girls Boarding School in Kansas City.  He'd hired Joan away from
Chrysler where she'd been a loyal employee, after the death of Mrs. 
Harper. Henry had engaged Joan to serve as a counselor/au pair type figure
to help Hanna through the transition of being motherless.  Not even in
Michigan politics yet, Harper had already garnered enemies who were busy
plotting his downfall.  Bart Maxon was a 26-year-old political hack for the
Progressive party in Michigan who was trying to make it to the big time of
national politics.  Currently working as a Drama teacher at Hanna's high
school Maxon, was one such devilishly aggressive but also handsome enemy.

   In a secluded restaurant booth downtown, Maxon deftly poured out two
sparkling glasses of bubbling liquid, returned the bottle to its ice bucket
and he charmed his latest student protégé, Rhonda Carson a 15-year old
classmate of Hanna's.  "How are you able to afford all this on your
earnings?" Rhonda softly queried the older man.  "You'll be able to afford
top shelf crap, too, if you play your cards right," Bart said with quiet
assurance.  He was a slender man of medium height, a slightly dandified
guy, with wavy brown hair and watchful brown eyes.  His confidence knew no
limits as he entertained the teenager.  The preceding winter, after
carefully observing the girls in his classes all fall, he had selected
Rhonda Carson as his most likely prospect and seduced her with no
difficulty at all due to her natural gluttony and promiscuity.  Once their
intimacy was firmly established, he had offered the young girl five hundred
dollars if she could succeed in becoming Hanna's roommate the following
year, intimating that eventually there would be more money to come.  A lot
more.  He watched the curvy mini-skirted girl with lustrous raven-black
hair eagerly spreading the glistening caviar on a thin piece of toast. 
Rhonda wasn't beautiful in the classical sense of the word, but she had a
lot of vigor and delicious charm, and most important of all, she had
brains. Once she had set her mind to it, it had taken her less than two
months to become best friends with Hanna, even though they were polar
opposites.  Now they were about to go and visit the boarding school,
accompanied by Ms.  Packard where they would spend the next year.  Rhonda
was a product of a middle-class farming family where her mother had found
herself after a tough divorce from a military man ten years earlier.  Her
step-father worked extremely hard to give Rhonda and her mother the best
life he could manage on their farm.  At fifteen she'd certainly been no
virgin when he'd first fucked her in the furnace room under the gymnasium
the winter before.  In fact, she'd been one of the most experienced lays
he'd ever had and he wasn't exactly a novice at sex himself.  His long
8-inch cock lurched up off his heavy balls when he thought of what the
evening with her tonight held in store for him.  "Once you two are at
Boarding School, you can convince Hanna you need practice kissing for drama
class.  You can rehearse the kiss in the privacy of your room at night. 
Kisses lead to other things. . . ." Bart let his voice trail off
suggestively his dick growing turgid.  He popped a piece of smoked salmon
into his mouth, chewed it a moment and asked casually, "Rhonda, have you
ever sucked pussy?" "Well, not on stage," Rhonda replied demurely, without
batting an eyelash.  "But you have sucked pussy?" Bart pursued with a
slight sarcastic smile.

   Joan Packard tried to carry herself as a modest, well-bred and
conservative woman but she carried demons within her psychic.  After Mrs.
Harper's death Henry Harper had openly engaged her to come to his employee
as counselor/au pair figure to help Hanna in the transition of growing up.
Joan had her reason for readily agreeing to leave Chrysler Defense and come
into private employment.  Frankly she was enamored with the Harper's blonde
daughter.  As a young ROTC 2nd Lieutenant in the Air Force, the attractive
but submissive Joan had been seduced to enjoy males or females.  This trait
had remained with her throughout her professional career.

   Rhonda nibbled inattentively at her food, sipped her champagne and
finally said, "Bart, if it's Hanna Harper's pussy you want me to suck,
you're off your fucking nut, man.  She'd die before she'd let me get
anywhere near it." "I not only want you to suck Hanna's pussy . . .  I want
more," the young dramatics professor replied curtly.  Bart reached into his
suit jacket and pulled out a business envelope.  "I want photos of you
doing it to her and her doing it to you," he said.  "Like these." He opened
the envelope to a color photograph of two beautiful young blondes sitting
on a couch.  One was wearing just a garter belt and black mesh stockings
while the other had on panties and high leather boots.  The one in the
boots was sucking the other's full firm breasts, bent forward in such a way
that the crack between her voluptuous buttocks was clearly displayed.  The
second picture was a close- up of them in the actual act.  In spite of all
her mature sexual experience...  and of course she had sucked pussy when no
cock was available . . .  Rhonda felt the stirrings of lewd desire at the
sight of the two girls caught forever by the camera with their face in each
other's pussy.  "That's what I want," the young dramatics professor said
cooly.  "The real thing.  I want to see an expression like that on Hanna
Harper's face while you're sucking her hot little clit, and I want a clear
shot of her sucking yours.  One where there can be no possible mistake in
identification." He closed the envelope and slid it carelessly back in his
jacket.  "You are nuts...she won't allow it or go that far with me." Rhonda
said tartly.  "Ah but three months ago you didn't think she would agree to
have middle-class you as her roomie.  Your skills are greater than you
know. You really hate her guts, don't you, Rhonda?" His dick now engorged
with lust for his fifteen-year-old accomplice.  "Of course I hate her, she
has a world on a platter and my family and I have to climb frigging Mt. 
Everest to get anything in life." Bart smiled as he learned long ago envy
was a powerful motivator when it came to motivating criminal intent.  "I
need to either deter Harper from running or convert him into my proxy once
elected.  Don't worry your pretty little head about your or Hanna's
future." Just discussing the plot was exciting Bart as he sipped champagne.
He could hardly wait to get Rhonda back to his Brownstone flat in
Eastpointe a suburb of Detroit.  The handsome drama teacher had quit
worrying what type of parents Rhonda had.  They were obviously middle-class
farmers, and struggled as the agri-business was now displacing small family
farms in Michigan.  But how did they let their almost sixteen-year-old out
of the house looking like a strumpet going to a movie starlet casting call?
The lovely brunette had the shape of a 21-year old female, lush and ripe
and just a smidge over weight for she had an athelete's appetite.  Any male
sitting next to her on a bus would be immediately distracted.  Any outfit
she wore made one think immediately of removing her clothes no matter how
demure.  Mostly always keeping her hair in a pony-tail, she exuded a
slumbering sensuality that bordered on being trampy.  "I actually want him
to win.  As long as we have these nice color photographs of his beloved
daughter sucking another girl's cunt . . .  and being sucked in return ...
to help him make the, uh, difficult decisions.  I have a very good in-depth
profile on Harper, baby.  He wouldn't ever give in to any pressure brought
on him personally but if he, thought his only daughter's whole life was
going to be ruined unless he went along with us, well, that's a horse of
another color." "Who's us?" Rhonda asked in a scared little voice, looking
at the handsome young professor as if she were seeing him for the first
time." "Just me, as far as you're concerned," Bart answered with an edge of
warning in his voice.  "Five thousand bucks cash as soon as we have the
pictures," he added softly.  "Five grand at absolutely no risk to you."
Rhonda took a hasty gulp of champagne and listened to the nervous pounding
of her heart.  She knew that the decision she was about to make would
change her life irrevocably one way or another.  She had fought and clawed
her way up from her father's sordid little farm to Boarding School and the
chance of a better life . . .  but always by hard work, never by cheating.
"But how will I have a hold on Hanna?" the troubled young girl asked.  "You
won't give me a copy of the picture, or the negative, will you?" "Of course
not!" Bart snapped impatiently.  "But she won't know that.  You could
pretend to have one if you want to.  But it would be a helluva lot smarter
to pretend you're just as much an innocent victim as she is.  That would
give you a psychological hold on her." Bart knew he had already won.  She
was just as greedy for power and money as he was.  "I still don't see how I
could ever seduce Hanna," Rhonda protested feebly.  "She's such a
cotton-picking . . .  girl scout.  I wouldn't even know how to start." "I
take it that means you'll do it if it's possible," Bart pressed her. 
"Baby, the details can wait.  Just say yes or no, you'll try it." With a
wrinkled brow, ". . .  Yes," Rhonda whispered apprehensively.  "I'll try."

   Later that night in typical tradecraft fashion, Foster simply called
Jefferson and spoke a three-word phrase, "Out at Home", a simple baseball
reference that told Jefferson his spy outing was successful.  Foster would
later have the film developed and turned over to Jefferson.  How Mickey's
dad attempted to use the photos and recordings might prove interesting as
well.

   At bed time in the Kosik residence Bennie was already blissfully in bed
and sleeping, while Uncle Dan ogled his attractive wife doing her nightcap
routine dressed in a pale yellow nighty brushing her hair and teeth before
kissing her husband goodnight.  For his part Dan fell asleep thinking of
what he heard his underlings say about his gorgeous wife.  As his eyes
finally closed in sleepiness he conceded to himself how exciting it sounded
for Donna to be lusted after.

   Molly Jenson and Alma Wier were other friends of Hanna's who would be
going on the trip to observe and register at the Boarding School.  The
girls would be escorted by Ms.  Packard within a week's time to visit the
campus.  Molly was perpetually antsy and a compulsive masturbator driven to
distraction by her lust for voyeurism and bisexual wantonness.  She was
attracted to Hanna's wholesome blonde good looks, but hated how prissy the
upscale teen acted.  The fact Hanna carried herself as if butter wouldn't
melt in her mouth infuriated Molly while making her more desirous of an
opportunity to play sexually with the other blonde.  Alma Wier was another
of Hanna's girl posse who would be going to the boarding school in late
summer.  Equally promiscuous at age 16, but really attracted to boys in
contrast to Molly who literally swooned over girls.  Alma lost her
virginity at age 14 when an unscrupulous uncle seduced her right under the
nose of her busy parents under the guise of teaching her water safety, and
how to swim.  In the two years since Alma had developed and became even
more physically attractive if not intellectually stout.  Now she simply
found her companionship and stimuli by seducing males with ease.  The
lovely bright red haired size 12 lass would entice boys and men with a
flick of her hair, careless sitting in public, seductive stances at her
school locker.  One of her favorites methods was reaching for items on the
top shelf at the corner drug store...all designed to make males of any age
horny for her lush charms.  At almost a full 38C chest measurement, a
bulbous juicy ass that literally begged to be spanked or fondled as she'd
learned from her uncle...she was every 17-year-olds wet dream.

   Back at his Brownstone Bart simply ushered Rhonda through his door and
tossed his jacket on an ottoman near the coffee table.  With a little jerk
of his head he strolled into the bedroom, unbuttoning his shirt, and Rhonda
heard him sit down on the bed and kick off his shoes.  Quickly, she
straightened up and stripped off her blouse and mini-skirt, bra and
panties. She loosened her pony tail, with her other hand she reached down
to the glossy black vee between her thighs and parted her dark- fringed
pussy lips so that the moist glittering jewel of her clitoris was plainly
visible to the young man lying spread-eagled on the bed.  "Jesus!" Bart
muttered hoarsely.  His long hardening cock still imprisoned in his
tight-fitting pants lurched painfully as his narrowed eyes raked over the
voluptuous young girl standing naked before him.  She was only about five
feet four but her full ripe breasts and broad, gracefully curved hips and
ass were those of a much larger woman.  She fit the description used often
in the Midwest of being corn fed.  "C'mere.  I got something better than
caviar or shrimp." he grunted his voice turning husky.  He reached down to
unzip his fly and his long rock hard dick popped out of his pants,
throbbing mightily under the lush brunette's delighted gaze.  Impatiently,
he pushed off his pants and shorts and then lay back with his legs spread
and his lust- swollen cock twitching up off his belly, waiting for her. 
Rhonda knew without being told what her lover wanted her to do when he
stretched out in that position . . .  and it was just as well, she thought,
as she climbed up on the bed and hunched down between his thighs.  Already
she felt a warm tell-tale moistness of girl-sap oozing along her cunt. 
Just thinking about what she was going to do to Hanna had made her so hot
she'd probably have cum before Bart got all the way in her and that always
made him mad, for some reason.  Eagerly, she bent down and began to
hungrily kiss and lick the wrinkled sac of his balls, sucking first one,
then the other, lovingly into her mouth, savoring his pungent virile tang.
She actually rolled the egg-like orb on her tongue, his pubic hairs
scratching her.  Lord, he tasted good!  Causing saliva to well up in her
palate.  She'd had plenty of cock that summer but there was no one like
Bart, especially now that he had introduced her into this new realm of
mysterious hidden power that made her feel so deliciously wicked and
capable of anything.  She would do anything for him and the money and good
times he offered.  After Rhonda had thoroughly coated his balls with her
fresh young saliva she began to move her mouth with quick little nips and
avid kisses up the softer underside of his frantically twitching cock. 
When she saw that some pre cum had already dripped from the little piss
slit at the end onto his stomach her mouth watered.  Unwilling to waste a
drop, she quickly licked up the tiny puddle of viscous fluid and slipped
her warm moist lips around his impatiently bobbing cock-head, causing him
to groan with pleasure and strain up off the bed.  "Yeah, that's right,
baby," he gruntingly encouraged her as he watched her tautly ovalled lips
slip halfway down his bursting rod of vein-swollen flesh and felt her soft
wet tongue swirling around the sensitive tip with nerve-tingling little
licks and swipes.  Thick quarter inch veins laced the length of his cock
like worms slithering on stone.  He watched the insides of her lips pull
out in slick pink ridges as she hungrily drew her sucking mouth back along
the glistening length of his throbbing pole and saw how her big luscious
tits with their dark nugget hard little nipples danced and jiggled as she
pumped eagerly up and down on him, taking a little bit more of his cock on
each downstroke.  Her breath came in quick animalistic little snorts as she
rooted with her nose deep in the tangled mat of his pubic hairs, striving
to pull him even deeper down her throat.  He really had the little bitch
now, Bart gloated silently to himself.  She was hooked solid and would do
whatever he told her from now on.  He was absolutely certain he would have
the pictures his Boss wanted by Labor Day.  He didn't really know his boss,
just some shadowy guy in the Progressive Party who was gonna pay him well
enough he could leave the high school he was now bored with and move
elsewhere.  The thought of pulling this job off fired his ardor with a
sadistic urge to make the young girl slobbering on his cock and balls moan
and whimper under him.  "Okay, baby," he grunted, reaching down to twist
one hand tightly in her shiny black hair and jerk up her head.  "That's
enough of the hors- d'oeuvre.  Let's get down to the main course." Her
suctioning mouth slid off the end of his rigid saliva-wet cock with a lewd
pop.  He pulled her up beside him and stretched out on top of her.  She
stared up at him half-fearful, not understanding the reason for the fierce
vengeful expression on his handsome face as he cupped her juicy naked
breast in both hands and squeezed them hard.  She squirmed and spread her
legs for him.  "Oh, fuck me, Bart!" she finally moaned, beside herself with
frustrated desire.  "Fuck me now!  Don't make me wait!" "Yeah?" His thin
lips grinned down at her, cruel in their triumph.  "You really want it that
bad?  You really didn't have any cock all summer?" "Oh, nooooo, Bart, I
swear!" the wanton young girl lied shamelessly.  "Ohhhhh . . ." She reached
out longingly for the lust-stiffened shank of dick but he teasingly drew
back.  "Ohhhhh, you're right, Bart." "Not even down on the farm?" her
tormentor jeered.  "No, not even down on the farm," Rhonda moaned, too far
gone now in her raging need.  The teen- aged brunette gasped with
masochistic delight at the first sturdy contact between his swollen oozing
cock-head and the sopping wet pink gash of her cunt.  They could both smell
the sweet rankness of her perfume, sweat and pussy sap.  "Aaaaww ggghhhh!"
Rhonda screamed involuntarily as without warning Bart lunged forward,
burying half of his dick in her juicy sump.  Soon she could feel his
bloated balls banging against the smooth hairless crevice between the
splayed cheeks of her ass and his hard pelvis was grinding down against
hers.  He rode her just the way she liked to take cock, when the guy would
mash down on the little gristle of her clitoris with a arch on every
instroke.  "Ohhhh, that's goooood, Bart," Rhonda crooned as her lover began
a longer smoother fucking motion into her now fully lubricated cunt.  "Just
keep on fucking me like that!  Ohhhhh!" That's the way, baby, let go!  Flip
out!  Bart silently ordered the teen-age brunette as he continued stroking.
He intended to fuck her toenails off tonight.  Primarily because once she
was off in boarding school there could be no more fooling around.  Twice
last year they'd almost been caught and now there was too much at stake. 
"Oooohhhh," Rhonda moaned suddenly.  "Now, Bart!  Stick your finger up my
ass now!" She felt his strong narrow hand slide down under her buttocks,
prying them farther apart, then his fingers probing the wetness of her anal
crevice until they found her tiny quivering rectal opening.  The moist
trickle of heated male sap and pussy secretions running down the widely
stretched cleft had already thoroughly lubricated the tight puckered little
hole.  "Uuuunnnhhhh!" Rhonda grunted, instinctively flinching away as his
finger popped through her elastic anal ring and speared up her burning back
passage all the way to the second knuckle.  "Oh, yess, it hurts . . . 
good!" the wanton teen-age girl breathed.  The young drama teacher loved
bringing the anxious greedy slut to a delirium of pain and pleasure by
hooking a finger into her bowels.  After a moment he added a second finger.
Rhonda's eyes flew open with a look of glazed gratitude and she began to
fuck her ass back on his skewering fingers until they were sunk in the warm
brown depths of her rectum as far as they would go.  He could even feel the
firm solid bulk of her next stool for her girlish gut had not been emptied
yet today.  Well, he mused grimly to himself, as he continued to fuck into
the girl's womb, he would love to get the two girls together after the
seduction and bring Hanna to heel right in front of Rhonda.  There would be
tears in her big blue eyes but she would have no choice.  Her gleaming red
lips would slowly part and she would lean forward. . .toward his cock. 
"Ahh fucckkk!" Bart groaned as the idea of what he would do to that proud
blonde bitch Hanna triggered off his long-suppressed orgasm.  "Take itttt-
babbby!" His cum-bloated balls emptied themselves in spurt after fitful
spurt of steaming, "Splork, Sploosh, Splork" semen deep into Rhonda's womb.
"That was nice, Professor," she murmured huskily when finally, her
breathing had returned more or less to normal.  "It made me sort of hungry
again." She bent down and quickly sucked a last drop of cum from his
deflated cock-head.