There's nothing more draining than to be mind-fucked, leaving physically alive and at the same time brain-dead.
"Come on, Ron," a nervous Jim called back over his shoulder as he rushed down the darkened hallway, away from the three semi-nude women who seemed to be laughing at his distress.
"Slow up, Jimmy, we can't go yet." Ron stopped just short of the front door and waited for Jim to turn back towards him. He was glad the redheaded receptionist seemed to be busy elsewhere.
"What do you mean?" Jimmy was now as cross as hell and did not mind if it showed in his voice.
"Well, we just can't, I mean, you can’t," answered Ron as he tried to avoid his friend's piercing stare. Jim radiated a lust-filled rage towards anyone else who was going to add to his frustration..
The young DJ was frustrated with the confrontations of the afternoon and was even more frustrated with his evasive friend. He had been brought to the brink of exploding from an awesome blow job and instead had been left hanging high, and he thought, dry.
"I'll ask you just one more time," replied Jimmy as he closed the gap between them, "Then I'm leaving with or without you. Why can't we go?".
"OK, OK," Ron replied, pointing at Jimmy with a waving finger, "Look, man, don't be pissed at ME, but you can't go out like that, especially to the Rooster Tail."
For the first time since he had hitched up his pants and fled the manager's office, Jimmy looked down at his pants' zipper. The semi-dry coating of his dark blue bell-bottom pants indicated that the huge cum he had expected to deposit in Jackie's hot and sexy mouth had happened. The evidence of that numbing explosion, across her tits and down his pants, was on display for all to see.
"Oh shit, OH SHIT," was all Jimmy could say as a new panic invaded his all-too-short timeline for the upcoming sound checks.
"Ron, we don't have time to drive across town to 8 Mile Road, just to get me a clean pair of slacks.
"FLASH!" went a light just over Ron's shoulder. It was followed by telltale sounds of the "Whirl, CLICK" then "ZIP" sound of a Polaroid instant camera.
"Got ya," came Becky's light voice, sounding with triumph, "Now I have a matched set.”
"Oh Christ, Becky!" Jim was able to see that she had two pictures in her hand, now developing.
It did not take him long for Jim to realize the other had to be a picture of Jackie with her cum covered tits and cum encrusted hair.
Resigned to being fucked, again, Jimmy gave Becky his most intense stare, right at her young, budding tits. Maybe he could make HER feel a little uncomfortable.
"What do you want?" he demanded, his gaze unflinching from the young white cleavage displayed before him.
"Hey," Becky turned away, feigning embarrassment from his intense stare directly at her cleavage.
Turning back after only a second, she then laughed, "You know I do NOT mind, SEE!" With that, she lifted her top and bra quickly up to her neck, revealing two milky white breasts capped with swollen puffies, hard cherry nipples, and one very recent bright red hickey near her left nipple.
"Wow," Ron exclaimed, instantly aware of the erection building in his tight bell-bottom pants with a vivid memory of planting that hicky less than an hour ago..
"Becky, where are you, Becky?" came the unmistakable voice of Phillis from the hall Jimmy and Ron had just left.
"Fucked, AGAIN," Jimmy exclaimed as he leaned forward and tried desperately to pull the young girl's top and tight bra back down over the young breasts that seemed to have come alive with their new freedom. Becky flung back her arms and then locked her lips over the gaping mouth of a startled Jimmy's sending her trained, hot tongue to probe his wonderful mouth.
"What the hell are you doing?" exclaimed Phillis as she came around the corner to see her topless daughter locked into a deep French kiss while struggling to free herself from the grip of the sex crazed young jock.
Phillis suspected her daughter was somehow behind this "exposure" of her very desirable nipples. However, she feigned a mother's viewpoint, telling herself that the grip Jim had on her daughter's top must be the cause of the public display.
Secretly enjoying the panic of the young man before her, Phillis ignored Ron completely. She had direct experience of his hard cock and knew he was the true stalker of her willing sexpot daughter. She raised her voice with more concern than she honestly felt and asked Jimmy, "You DO know she is 16, right?"
"I give up," Jimmy exclaimed with resignation as he pushed Becky away with both hands, gripping her firm, young breasts. “Call the cops, I'll go quietly."
"OH STOP," cooed Becky, who had straightened her bra with one deft motion. "Don't be mean, Mama," she scolded her mother. "We were just playing."
"You keep playing like that, and someone is going to jail," laughed Phillis, turning to the boys before her. "How can I trust you with my daughter tonight?"
Quickly seizing the exit opportunity, Ron grabbed Becky's elbow with one hand and Jimmy's with the other.
As he headed out the door, he confidently promised, with a determined straight face towards Phillis, "Lady, you can trust us," then nodding back and forth to Jimmy and Becky, "You CAN TRUST ALL OF US."
"Are they gone?" Jackie asked as she entered the hall, her sad voice revealing her wish to have been invited along.
Phillis gave the redhead a tight squeeze. "Yes, baby girl, they are gone."
Patting Jackie's soft behind with a caress of pleasure, yet to come, Phillis softly kissed her lover's neck, slipped two fingers up inside her wet cunny, and added, "Don't worry, I trained my daughter well, Becky can handle them, and when she does...."
The Wizard of Oz would be pleased to see the three young people arm in arm, heading to the car and rushing off to their new adventure. One young man who loved so much, but with no heart; one young man who thought too much and yet could not use his brain when his cock was engaged, and the beautiful young girl in the knee-high red boots full of lustful desire for what was over the next hill, oblivious to the pleasures so near.
To be continued
