1. Teenage Exploitation Sex Comedy: Chapter Twelve


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

    ... Donut Shoppe. But that tank top Makennah was wearing was a powerful piece of circumstantial evidence.

“Chief, I gotta go back to the office,” Jane said upon returning to her room. Chief Fairfield was on the bed in a white undershirt and black shorts, but no underpants, jerking off to a topless bikini competition on the closed-circuit TV. He grunted an acknowledgement to Jane, spitting tobacco juice into a coffee cup. She then got herself dressed, put on a baseball cap over her wet, messy hair, and went to her car in the parking lot. Chief Fairfield, once he got dressed, walked over to an unmarked cop car in the Donut Shoppe’s rear parking lot and departed about 10 minutes later.

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Jane cycled through the Sentinels from May and June 1988. Playboy was holding a casting call for a “Hometown Girls” pictorial out at The Sleepy Inn, that was pretty funny in hindsight. The county commissioners proclaimed May 21 to be “Vegas Showgirls Day” in recognition of three locals who were either from town or moved there after their careers in Jubilee! Some farmer grew a huge potato that looked like Richard Nixon … Ah, there it is. On the sports front for June 7.

Springfield Gushers send four to baseball camp. (The high school’s logo was a spouting oil derrick, calling on the area’s oil-patch heritage) And sure enough, there was Allen with three teammates standing at parade rest, mugging for the camera insincerely. They had opened the flies on their baseball pants and either ...
    ... the photographer did not notice or care. One of his teammates had also extended a middle finger down his right thigh.

Allen went to Bakersfield Baseball Camp that year, which accounts for the t-shirt Makennah was wearing. He was the only junior on the team selected. The other three Makennah recognized as scholarship athletes at small colleges out of state. Bakersfield Baseball Camp was a somewhat prestigious summer camp that selected its players, you didn’t just pay a fee and attend. It was run by Tim Esasky, who had coached the college’s baseball team to back-to-back-to-back NAIA championships, and later made a lot of money selling a line of instructional VHS tapes.

Jane made a photocopy of the story and went back to her desk, fishing out the police report from the preceding Tuesday when Maria beat the shit out of Lilly in her carport, looking over its details once more. She tapped a no-print blue felt-tip pen against her teeth as she thought about what to do next.

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Makennah safely deposited Allen back at his home before either of his parents arrived. They laughed conspiratorially as he kissed her goodbye, then jogged barefoot across her backyard to his home. It had been one hell of a day. Makennah had taken him to the country club for the whole day, in defiance of his grounding; he’d gotten a blowjob after nearly suffering third-degree chemical burns to his dick and balls; then he got laid at The Sleepy Inn and had made a successful escape like he was the ...
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