1. Teenage Exploitation Sex Comedy: Chapter Twelve


    Date: 10/25/2023, Categories: Humor, Author: sexobjex 

    ... shopping out here at the Sleepy?” Makennah said.

“Not quite,” Jane said archly. “So, who’s going back to their room first while the other watches to see who’s at the door?”

“I nominate you,” Makennah said, sweeping her hand toward the stairs.

“Alright then,” Jane said. She knew who Makennah was fucking, or at least had a good idea, but confronting her with that right now wouldn’t get her anything. Besides, she wanted to double-check something in the Sentinel’s morgue before going after the real responsible party.

Jane’s room was on the second floor, facing Route 69. Makennah stood on the breezeway, eyes following Jane as she knocked on her door and was let in by someone she couldn’t see. Well, she should have carried her key, Makennah thought, but whoever she was fucking was a pro at this no-tell motel game. Makennah turned for the third floor and trotted back into the “bridal suite” where Allen was lying on the bed, licking an index finger as he paged through a three-ring binder full of takeout menus from nearby joints.

“Alright, I need you to do me a favor,” Makennah said, urgently enough that Allen sensed there was trouble and shut the binder immediately. Makennah peeled off Allen’s tank top and threw it back to him, then stepped out of her basketball shorts and put her lifeguard swimsuit back on, with the shorts over the bottom again. Makennah mentioned that she had been spotted at the motel by someone she knew.

“She? She who?” Allen asked, a little ...
    ... startled.

“Not important, but she definitely knows you, too,” Makennah said. “She’s going to be watching me go to my car.” So she told Allen to tiptoe down the stairs, then go to the back of the motel property, jump a fence, and meet her in the parking lot of the nearby Donut Shoppe.

“Who is it? You swear you’re not ditching me,” Allen said, a little panicked.

“What? My God, no, baby,” Makennah said, moving over to Allen to peck him on the lips as he was stepping back into his board shorts. “Baby, you just gave me the best fuck of my life, you’re all mine, sweetie. Pinkie promise.”

Makennah watched from the rear breezeway as Allen tiptoed down the stairs in his sandals, then sprinted, flat-footed, past the Sleepy’s long abandoned, algae-filled pool and cleared a chain link fence with a boot-camp style vault, stumbling as he blew out a flip-flop on the dismount. He limped to the rear of the Donut Shoppe, crouched beside a Dumpster, and flashed a thumbs-up back at the motel. Makennah sauntered out of room 319, leaving the key on the bed, and got in her Corvette, throwing a middle finger in the direction of Jane’s room as she did so. She left the parking lot by turning left so she could circle the block and approach the Donut Shoppe from the rear, completing her pickup of Allen just before Jane realized what was going on and could get to the rear breezeway to spot the goods.

“Shit,” Jane muttered, watching Makennah’s Corvette make a safe getaway from the back of the ...
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