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 My trials in Summer 5 **Fiction** Foster met Jefferson in the YMCA parking
lot a few blocks from the Plant.  Jefferson was ecstatic about the clarity
of the 7 or 8 photos and accompanying negatives.

   Foster did not reveal he had audio of the tryst...he wanted further
information on how Jefferson intended to use the photos against Kosik the
employee.  With his poker face on Foster considered the reality of
Jefferson's plot impacting his undercover mission at the Plant.  The answer
came from Jefferson with a broad grin on his dark skinned face...he planned
to extort sex from the lovely Mrs.  Kosik.  Jefferson through clever
entreaties and small talk with Dan learned Donna favorited routinely to
shop in late mid-morning on Wednesday at her neighborhood Staley's
supermarket.  Jefferson then pleaded for Foster to deliver the blackmail
demand letter, though Foster resisted helping Jefferson initially just
enough to avoid arousing suspicion.  It was virtually perfect and it would
allow Foster to stay clear of the extortion while being alert to its
potential impact on his primary mission at the Plant.

   Joan Packard was done shopping for the upcoming trip to Kansas City and
the boarding school.  Her and the group of teen girls would be leaving the
next afternoon and return two nights later.  Joan had just shopped and
picked up some exciting bits of lingerie she intended to expose Hanna to on
the trip.  She so wanted to seduce her young charge and actually any one of
her empty-headed little friends who were along on the trip.  Seated at her
vanity as she poured herself a strong two-finger level shot of bourbon into
her glass of ice water in the privacy of her room.  Joan eagerly hoped for
an opportunity to also flirt with some handsome assertive man while on her
little mission with the girls.  She made sure on the room assignments to
billet herself in a private suite but have Hanna and another girl in their
twin suite adjacent to her.  A fervent hope was that the other girl would
want time away from the stuck up Hanna so that she could advance her
seduction.  Just thinking of Hanna caused the 38-year-old's nipples to firm
up inside her bra.  She wanted urgently to introduce the delicious blonde
to all manner of girl-girl eroticism from tribbing to frottage and finally
eating at the Y.

   There was no doubt that Joan was excited and getting horny with each sip
of the bourbon and water.  There was something just kinky enough about what
she was planning to do that turned her on, that made her slot squishy with
moisture.  When she was out buying the clothes she needed for her trip and
even the rapid click of her heels on the concrete as she strode to shops
reminded her of what else she needed.  She needed to burn off some sexual
energy.  Joan turned slightly to her right placing her full image in the
mirror of her vanity.  She looked at herself in the mirror.  Her curvy body
was still firm and sleek, even at nearly forty.  Sliding her right hand
under the hem of her skirt, she pushed it into the leg hole of her panties.
Her knuckles bulged out the front panel of her panties as she seized her
soaked steamy clit between her thumb and forefinger and began to knead the
slick button.  Hot woman sap gushed from her horny cunt-mouth and trickled
down her thighs.  Joan frigged her clit faster needing to take her edge
off. If she wanted any relief from the nagging lust in her pussy, she'd
have to do it herself.  Still kneading her soaked love-bud, she used her
free hand to rub the drooling mouth of her cunt.  She stiffened her middle
finger and slowly eased it into the molten hot juicing tunnel of her
snatch. "Ahhhhh, Shit.  I need more." Joan gasped.  That stiff finger in
her cunt felt so good.  She began to pump her finger in her cunt, working
it stiffly up and down.  Her whole pussy seemed near to exploding with
pleasure.  She was really wound up this afternoon, ready to do any kinky
thing that came into her head.  Like licking the balls of a demanding male,
bathing them in her hot spit or having some spoiled 16 year-old lick her
syrupy cunt even her anal trench.

   With her eyes closed she fantasized over what she wanted and
needed...part of her expansive mind dreaming of lesbian sex, the other of
dominating boy-girl rutting.  Softly she uttered "Fuck my cunt," she
whined. "Fuck the shit out of me.  Yes, YES!" She was very close to coming,
very close to the explosion of pleasure she so desperately craved. 
Bringing herself off with her own hand couldn't compare to the ecstasy of
taking a real rock-hard ramming dick.  Her mouth was small, her lips
protuberant, so that they looked too large for her heart-shaped face
sometime, as if they had to be held in position for a kiss at all times,
just to make space for them.  Her hair was a rich, dark brown, slightly
waved.  She was the epitome of professional woman, but just so conflicted
on matters of intimacy.

   In the evening after their family supper Judd was in need of using of
the john.  And despite having to now bunk in the basement had been
expressly told not to crowd into his parents in-suite bathroom.  He now had
to trudge from the ground level basement to the bath outside his former
bedroom during Aunt Barbara's stay.

   He boldly walked down the hallway past his bedroom beyond which light
from an inside lamp gave him guidance.  He didn't hear any movement from
the room but assumed his aunt was busy inside there.  Another door, the
bathroom stood partly open, a shaft of light slanting out.  Judd stepped to
that doorway and pushed the door panel open fully.  He stared at his aunt
who was seated on the john, her dress pulled up around her middle, baring
gartered stockings and pale thighs.  Aqua blue nylon panties were wound
about her knees.  She gasped.  "Oh," Judd blushed, "I beg your pardon!"
Just then a heard a loud splash which told him that the woman had deposited
a rich humid turd into the toilet bowl.  Barbara blushing furiously,
shivered as she quickly grasped the flush handle and yanked it.  "How dare
you walk in here!" she exclaimed, and pulled her dress down as far as she
could.  But the hem wouldn't quite reach to her expanded brown stockingtops
which were pulled into peaks by her garters.  Her snug nylon briefs
remained exposed.  "Sorry," Judd said easily, his confidence unshaken. 
"But the door to our bath was open." "Well, get out!" she cried angrily as
the toilet gurgled.  "Wouldn't you rather have me help you?" Judd asked as
he fully closed the door.  Feeling a little of the cockiness Mickey had
chided him for lacking.  "What!" The woman was attractive even seated on a
toilet-- pushing forty he knew with her auburn hair stylishly combed,
heavily made up eyes, and false lashes.  She looked like a Cleopatra
character he'd seen in a movie featuring Elizabeth Taylor.  He and Bennie
had both admitted jacking their young dicks to her face in magazines.

   "Stand up," he said, "and I'll wipe your bottom Auntie." Her mouth
dropped open and she stared speechlessly at him.  "I'll bet you've never
had a man do that," he opined his voice suddenly husky and dry.  "You are
something else!" she said, as if awestruck by his utter nerve.  "Mm-hmm. 
Stand up please." Judd snatched some toilet paper off the roll.  The richly
curved woman's knees seemed to tremble as she rose, her blue panties
forming a nylon figure-8 around them, and she held her dress at her waist.
A fiery red-auburn bush was thick and expansive, covering half her lower
belly.  Judd noted that her pubic hair wasn't as dark as the hair on her
head, confirming she worked a dye job before visiting Judd and family. 
"Bend forward," he instructed, "and point your little bottom this way."
Making an attempt as a flatterer as he assumed all adult women were
sensitive about their size in the hind end area like his own mom.  She did
it.  Her bottom wasn't little, especially when spread and thrust upward by
her bent pose.  It wasn't very dirty, denoting that she'd had a neat
passage.  Judd wiped the crack of her ass, centering on her anus to remove
all the brownish stain.  He dropped the soiled paper and snatched some
more. "Use the Wet Ones on the cabinet, I like being clean and fresh" she
said tensely.  Judd sensed she was enjoying herself in a perverse way.  He
could see her lush thigh flesh above her expanded stocking tops.  After
wiping her cute shit-hole for the second time with paper, and dropping the
tissue into the pot, he found the moist wipes she had mentioned, yanked one
from the receptacle, and set about to make her anus squeaky-clean.  "I like
you Auntie Barbara, do enjoy your stay with us!" he said, dropping the
wet-wipe into the pot.  Judd finished by gallantly kissing Aunt Barbara on
the hand as if he were Errol Flynn before leaving the bathroom.  He
silently prayed she would keep the matter between just them two as he
retreated to the basement.  Barbara returned to her bedroom and began to
unpack her luggage, a warm sensual flush coming over her at the intimate
little thrills her nephew had bestowed on her.

   The next day at mid-morning true to word the attractive Donna Kosik was
exiting the Edsel Parkway Staley's while a youthful college age boy pushed
her cart of purchases toward the center of the parking lot.  The bag boy
walked behind her as she strode casually toward her blue car.  The boy was
suddenly and quietly over-taken by Foster striding forward from the
entrance with dark sunglasses on, a Tiger's baseball cap pulled low over
his eyes.

   Foster feigned nearly stumbling into the younger man pushing the cart
and covertly slid a manila colored business envelope containing colored
photos and some negatives of Donna's tryst with Bennie.  Foster had laid
them in with one bag containing frozen vegetables and milk, items destined
to go into a refrigerator right away and which most certainly would be
discovered by Mrs.  Donna Kosik.

   Across the Parkway a few miles at summer school the three boys hungrily
hung on every word of Mrs.  Manelli's lecture and examples she put on the
board.  Even Bennie was more attentive.  It was if they were more bright
and cleared eyed.

   Right at the end of class, Marian gave a reading assignment for the
students to complete prior to the next session.  After writing the
assignment on the board she dismissed the class.  But added grimly, "Oh,
Epstein...  Jefferson, please stay after." Bennie had already ambled to the
door and was prepared to wait outside for his pals, while Mickey and Judd
were bashfully shuffling toward Marian's desk.

   Mrs.  Manelli sat primly behind her desk as the lads approached,
glancing furtively to see the room was empty of the few other students. 
Mickey stepped slightly behind the desk, just as she hitched her dress into
her lap.  "Come on!" she urged him.  "Have a good feel!  I'm sure you want
to...  and I want you to." The boy's eyes bugged out at Manelli's boldness
in the classroom.  "Do you?  Really?" Grunted Mickey.  He could not believe
it, even now.  His hands ran feverishly over her stockinged legs and up
over the bare white flesh above her stocking tops.  Reverently, he bent and
kissed it, while his hand explored uncertainly toward her panties and into
the crease between her legs and her body.  She slid forward, and her knees
parted revealing a deep and mysterious pubic bush that bulged her pantie
crotch and peeped from behind it.  Judd stood passively outside the closed
classroom door awaiting his young buddies return from the teacher's
summons. Little did he know that all three were going to miss baseball
practice.

   In the tiny bedroom of Molly Jenson, the cheerful 16-year-old blonde
removed her tortoise-shell glasses and began to comb her shoulder length
yellow hair.  She was getting antsier by the moment after arriving home to
get the message her piano teacher had called and was arriving within the
hour to pick her up for some extra tutoring.  Unreservedly Molly's Mom had
taken the message when the teacher called saying she had some free hours to
do remedial work with her daughter at no charge.  It was mutually
satisfying for Mrs.  Jenson not to have to pay for the extra lesson and
also know her daughter was somewhere not getting into boy trouble.  Mrs. 
Jenson had a slight inkling of her daughter's promiscuity, just not of her
bisexual leanings.  The piano teacher pulled up in her car outside the
Jenson home.  But strangely she was not alone.  Beverly Thompson had a
brunette passenger riding shotgun in the front seat, a fortyish woman with
a short somewhat mannish haircut.  Mrs.  Jenson didn't give it a second
thought as she observed out the parlor curtains when Ms.  Thompson arrived
and simply rolled her window down and blew the car's horn once.  Molly's
little gray wrap-around skirt swished sexily over her lush form as she
flounced down the stairs with her sheet music portfolio and yipped, "Bye,
Love you Mom." Ms.  Thompson, beamed when she saw Molly cross the threshold
and saunter toward her car.  "Oh Roxie you will love this one...she's game
for anything." Ms.  Thompson had kept up a running monologue discussing
Molly in intimate detail as they drove from the Brunette's townhome to pick
up the 16-year-old.  Both of the older women were getting wet and buttery
between the legs hearing how good Molly was now at going down on females,
front and back.  Molly drew up hesitantly at the car once she saw the
attractive brunette in the front seat beside Ms.  Thompson.  "Now don't get
shy with my friend Roxie, she digs little chicks like you and is just the
woman to help out in a ...  special situation like this."

   Sliding into the backseat directly behind her piano teacher Molly
teasingly inquired, "Bev, does this mean we are not going for piano
lessons?" as she glanced over the seat at the stacked figure of the
brunette, Roxie.  Roxie wore a tight green military style t-shirt and what
could only be called cut-off jean shorts.  Wide expanses of her juicy pale
thigh flesh were on display.  Ms.  Thompson gave a cheery reply, "No
darling, you are not having piano lessons today.  But this will be an
educational visit." She chuckled as she steered away from the Jenson home.

   Back at Bev Thompson's home things had gotten serious.  Ms.  Thompson
served herself three strong scotch and soda's, while the brunette had gone
through what appeared to be three or four 12 ounce beers.  At one point
Roxie swept Ms.  Thompson into her arms and ground her luscious curves on
Thompson's hips while exchanging full on French kisses while Molly sat
expectantly sipping ginger ale.  The atmosphere in the little study where
Molly took her lessons was crackling with sexual tension.  Lots of
innuendoes had been exchanged.  Roxie finally slid her hands under Ms. 
Thompson's dress and slid her fingers into the waistband of the other
woman's sodden panties and slowly slid them off her curvy hips.  The crotch
was pasted with woman sap and pulled away from her body last due to being
stuck juicily to her slimy pink trench between her meaty labia.  Bev
Thompson didn't shave.  She thought it added to the perverse nature of her
girl sex games that she had a big, blonde bush covering her crotch.  It
trapped her intimate odors and the juice seeping from her when she was
excited like now.  She liked looking down and seeing either an older or
younger female face buried in her bush licking and sucking.  The piano
teacher felt a droplet of clear feminine sap ooze down her inner thigh as
she unzipped her dress at the side and let it fall to the floor with her
discarded panties.  Then she shoved her lace bra over her large tits so
they could be easily handled.  Roxie bent forward and kissed both fat, firm
38D tits, winding her tongue over the pebbly areola.  As the teen girl
watched, waiting for instructions, her depraved teacher slowly walked
forward and sat on the edge of her love seat, ran her right index finger up
and down her aromatic pussy, before lifting it and stuffing in her mouth as
she looked at Roxie and the girl.  Ms.  Thompson lay back and inserted her
finger again, this time she let Roxie slurp the fragrant ooze from her
finger.  Molly insides melted at the graphic display of lesbian love as she
sat nearby on the piano bench.  "Ooooh...Molly I taste really good today. I
know you'll enjoy it as usual but I want you to gain more experience this
afternoon.  Scoot the bench over here, Molly.  Sit on it between my legs."
"Roxie, baby go ahead and strip I want Molly to taste you also." Ms. 
Thompson chuckled.  The brunette whisked out of her clothes and sat beside
Bev on her left.  She slid forward on the seat presenting her neatly
trimmed but hairy pussy on display by spreading her legs so that her right
thigh was draped over Bev's left one.  Molly stared from the bench hungrily
at Roxie's creamed snatch.  Greedily she swiped her tongue over her lips
her eyes darting from blonde snatch to brunette one like a wino at a
banquet table.  Finally sensing her need Bev directed her, "Take a few
licks of Roxie dear.  Its ok." Bending forward on the bench, the girl
pushed her hair behind her ears and leaned into the Dark-haired dyke's wet
grotto.  Licking it slowly and gathering syrupy juice the woman had been
leaking for the last several hours.  Roxie closed her eyes in bliss and
French kissed Bev as the girl feasted on her cunt.  After a few moments Ms.
Thompson swept Molly up by a handful of her hair and pulled her away from
pleasuring the brunette.  The girl moved and the horny teacher watched
before she lifted a tit up to her mouth and latched her lips around a big
areola, slurping on a swollen fat nipple before offering it to first Roxie,
then the submissive girl.  As all three females looked into each other's
eyes, the 16-year-old did as the older women, letting her tongue play over
the fat wet nipple, covering it with her heated spit as she slurped loudly
like a hungry calf.  "Oh yesss, baby.  You suck on my tit so good.  Suck
that fat nipple for me.  I love a young mouth on my tits.  Lick it baby."

   Roxie not wishing to be left out the pleasuring of Bev Thompson who was
the decidedly femme part of their pairing, attacked the breast and nipple
with more vigor.  Sixteen-year-old and 40-year-old woman together licked
the blonde woman's goose bumped areola and hard almost thimble like nipple.
Hot breath and spit could be felt and seen all over the excited flesh of
Ms. Thompson.  It was like Molly was trying to consume the entire tit in
front of Roxie.  Not even close to being satisfied with the lewd lesbian
sex she had with her music pupil, Ms.  Thompson wanted to debase her by
getting her to perform in front of another female even more explicit
lesbian eroticism.  "Not a lot of time, Molly," Bev whispered with some
disappointment.  "Your Mom will expect you back soon.  We don't want her
being suspicious.  "Yes Ms.  Thompson.  But I hope we'll have another time
with more time before I go away to boarding school in KC." "Maybe we will,
babe but right now I need you guys to get me off fast my clit is about to
rupture." "Get on the floor on your back, Roxie is going to kneel over you
a little...hurry!" The teacher gasped out as she lay back, spreading her
legs wide and lifting her knees back on her chest.  Both Roxie and Molly
could smell the intoxicating rankness of the blonde woman's hot pussy.  Ms.
Thompson grabbed Roxie's head to push her down into the heated crotch, then
she pulled Molly's hair until her face collided with her smooth rear
cheeks. The teacher's smell of arousal cascaded down to the girl's nostrils
as she looked up excitedly as Roxie began to lick the blonde woman's cunt.
It looked like a ripe fruit with lots of hair on it, all open and juicy
with wetness, clear tangy juice running down into the pale humid crack of
Ms.  Thompson's ass.  Roxie felt the other woman push her head down into
her odorous crotch, pushing her face into it, where it joined with soaking,
slippery hot cunt flesh.  Ms.  Thompson had her one hand on the back of the
brunette woman's head, the other held Molly firmly in place to lick and lap
at her ass.  This was as near to paradise for Bev as she could get, two
female tongues in her crotch while she lay back with her legs spread.  She
could feel the hot breath of the girl on the crack of her ass and the
naughty slurping sounds.  Ms.  Thompson groaned and whined, licking her own
lips and loving every second of the oral assault.  On one brief interlude
Molly eagerly extended her neck forward and slid her tongue into the pink
slit above her sucking right on the woman's meaty labia.  The girl really
knew what to do, after all the practice she'd had in recent months, right
down to the tasting of the wrinkled pucker of Bev's shithole.  Ms. 
Thompson liked it so much to feel the girl's tongue at her asshole that she
often made the little submissive beauty try to burrow her smooth tongue in
the tart cavity.  They had covered so much forbidden ground in the past
months and now Bev Thompson thrilled nastily at being able to share the
girl with one of her steady's, Roxie.  Molly's skirt and blouse had been
shimmied out of within moments of entering the piano parlor.  Both women
were ultra horny to molest the blonde teen.  Upon Roxie seeing how
compliant the girl was in person she hoped to be able to fuck the pretty
girl.  Roxie was reaching behind her hips now drilling to fingers into
Molly's juicy trench, making her panties bulge sexily as she and the girl
pleasured Bev Thompson.  After several moments, Bev gave further
instructions and they moved their little party to the bedroom.

   Donna was not sure if Bennie had baseball practice or not as she began
to put her groceries away after returning from shopping.  She smiled to
herself recalling how she enjoyed the exciting turn of events from her
teasing him to fellating him.  As she turned out of the pantry from putting
canned goods away, she reached into the bag containing her frozen items. 
Oddly after removing a couple packages, she reached in and fumbling for the
next item, pulled out a manila business size envelope.  Upon turning it
over she saw it was addressed to her Mrs.  Donna Kosik (Only) in long-hand
with no return address.  Thinking it was oddity such as a sales flyer,
Donna went and sat immediately at her dining table thoroughly surprised to
see an envelope in her grocery bags addressed to her.  The envelope stared
back at her in silence as the beat of her heart increased.

   After a several moments where Donna searched her mind for who could have
possibly put the envelope in her bag, her pace and heartbeat quickened. 
Finally stepping to the kitchen counter and grabbing a paring knife, Donna
opened it.  Donna suddenly felt very warm and her clothing seemed to
constrict her breathing.  Her white cotton blouse and chic beige skirt
which showed off her gorgeous legs and hips seemed to suddenly feel one
size too small.  She felt exceptional warm now even though she was in an
air conditioned home with a ceiling fan going.  It was if the laws of
physics didn't exist, she wanted literally to melt through the kitchen
floor.  Her eyes glanced in disbelief at the photo copies which clearly
showed her in heated oral copulation with her young nephew.  Dreadfully she
looked down at her wrist watch wondering how long before Dan would come for
lunch.  A simple handwritten note said, "Come to the phone booth outside
the Kohl's Store on Grayson, 7pm sharp tonight, take the call and we
discuss how you can get these pictures...oh wear them black pants you bowl
in.  We like how they shape your ass." Donna was nearly in a panic when Dan
phoned to say he could not come for lunch due to some issue on his assembly
line.  She did not reveal anything about the envelope but promised him a
great supper and asked if she could step out to shop for some sewing
supplies this evening which he agreed to.

   Mrs.  Manelli and the three 14 year olds left the campus in her car,
with all three guys sitting upright in the rear seat so as not to arouse
suspicion.  As Marian drove toward home, she wondered what to do about her
pet Bullet.  Then turning on to the four lane highway, she wondered if the
boys could really be trusted to be discreet.  She half-heartedly wished
they were going to a hide-out of theirs rather than her home.  She had all
three youths swear an oath that where they went and what they did must
remain a secret especially now that she had openly included Bennie.  Bennie
was agog at being invited to go with his buds on some kind of secret
meeting at Mrs.  Manelli's home At the last traffic signal prior to
entering her neighborhood Marian, while paused at the light saw there were
no other cars around.  She deftly, lifted her hips slightly and reaching
under her dress removed her red and black panties.  Turning in her seat she
handed them to Judd who sat in the middle of the 3 youths.  "Pass these
around Judd and think of me, we'll be home in a couple minutes." Judd
caressed and stared at the warm garment with reverence in his right hand
before passing it to Mickey.  His cocky partner wadded them into a ball and
rubbed them over his tingling crotch visualizing Mrs.  Manelli nude under
her dress.  When he finally passed them to Bennie, his was the most
scandalous reaction of all.  Bennie shook the panties open and seized the
damp crotch while looking at Marian's reflection in the rearview mirror
making eye contact with the teacher, he began rubbing the moist garment
over his face.  Marian saw this display of raunchiness and moaned, "Oh boys
you are making my pussy water." Mickey blurted back to the attractive
teacher, "And you are making our dicks water." All three boys laughed. 
Once inside her house, Marian quickly put Bullet away in the garage less
the brutish pet get the idea they were about to "Play".  Bullet whined and
yipped as he got whiffs of her obvious arousal as they proceeded along the
hallway.  After ushering the boys inside and pulling the drapes closed,
Marian called out as she sat on the edge of her huge sofa, "Guys just drop
your pants and shorts for now...I'm going to suck all of your dicks." TO BE
CONTINUED.