Making Music Cum alive Part 1 by Diamondjim69

A literotic sexstories: Making Music Cum alive Part 1 by Diamondjim69 ,
Having seen Jersey Boys I recalled one very sexy day full of drama associated with their appearence at the Roster Tail in Detroit. The girls were hot and the sex was amazing.
Sex, LOVE and Rock & RollChapter 1: The setup.

The great Lions come from behind Win brought back the wonderful memories of another season of the Tiger’s and Lion’s in Detroit. In a time of “Make Love, Not War” the girls were letting their hair grow long, their skirts go short, their desire go HOT and nary a bra was to be seen at any concert or club.

“One night only” the 20 second spot declared as Jim entered the radio station.

“Appearing TONIGHT at the famous Rooster Tail, for One night and one night only, the singing sensations and Gold record recording artist, THE one and only FOUR Seasons.”

Jim had been up all night. First there was the gig with Mitch Rider and the Detroit Wheels in Bay City. Then a long drive back to Detroit for his commercial work with no time to sleep before his 4-8 prime drive shift. He was thankful Julie had hitched a ride back to town with him, in exchange for keeping him UP and awake for the long boring drive down I-75.

“DJ, are you free?” Ron Gifford the program manager called on the intercom.

“I’m still on the air for 20 more minutes Ron, check the clock.” Jim replied.

“I need a BIG favor” Ron shot back making the engineer slam the delay button to cut off the echo into the hot mike.

“Ron, I said I’m on the air and then I’m going HOME to bed” was Jim’s tired reply.

Ron fancied himself THE Detroit lover. His favors usually involved women (young girls actually) and touchy situations with boyfriends and/or parents. Ron had a penchant for needing help coming through on promises he had made in the dead of night (usually in the back seat of a car or on the radio station conference table). The promises were usually revealed to be beyond his ability to deliver in the light of day. Just because he was the program manager at a major radio station did not mean he had any real connections to the singing groups and stars the station promoted.

“Look Jimmy” Ron burst into the jock area, “I really, REALLY need your help this time.”

Jim knew there was no getting rid of Ron when he was in such a state. Putting on a long play version of Iron Butterfly Jim signaled to the engineer to let it play without commercial break. He then settled back with his patchwork suede platform shoes up on the turntable station and nodded for Ron to continue.

“Have you noticed Becky hanging around the station? Ron asked, hitting the mute button so the engineer could not listen in.

“The cute little blond with the long brown hair, big brown eyes, perky nipples and braces? Jim leaned forward wondering where this was going.

Ron smiled “Yes, but her braces have been removed, god what a sweet mouth and soft skin.”

“Wait a second” Jim leaned very close now “Are we talking about LITTLE Becky, the owner’s daughter? She can’t be more than 15.”

“Actually, she is his step-daughter and she just turned 15.” Ron’s expression did not look all that secure.

“Shit Ron” Jim exclaimed, “Out of all of the young chicks throwing themselves at anyone even remotely connected to a rock band you have to pick an underage girl WITH BRACES, who is related to our boss?? Man, you are nuts.”

“First off, I told you; she got the braces off!” Ron shot back as if he needed points in a debate.

“First time she nicked the bloody hell out of my cock, and I told her no more sucking till the metal was gone.”

“Oh Good, you set the standard that she had to have straight teeth before you started fucking her mouth.” Jim just waved his hands at Ron like he was talking at a mad man.

“Secondly” Ron continued without thinking on Jim’s comment “I sort of got her Mom’s ok.”

“Jesus” Jim whistled while checking the play time left on turntable. “What pray tell did her Mom, an aging knock out in her own right, possibly say or do that gave you the ok to corrupt her CHILD? You are so full of your own BS”

“Well,” Ron leaned close as if the walls had ears, “Do you remember the little party they gave when Terry Knight signed his big record contract with The Pack?”

“The Party at the Detroit Playboy Club? Yes, I was there as host getting you out of another jam with that Bunny Jean something, remember?”

“Oh yeah” Ron smiled, “Well Phillis, that is her name Phillis, and I went exploring while her husband was Bunny hoping . Anyway, her tits were falling out of her dress, and she was hot to trot for some hard dick. What could I do? We found a nice couch back in the bunny changing area.”

“Ron, are you telling me you laid the bosses wife too, do you have a death wish?” Jim cued up another song by Rare Earth.

“It was really her idea” Ron offered “I just told her I wanted to see her bare chevage, anyway the point is I was sucking on her hard nipples and dicking her deep and hard. As she started to cum she locked legs around my waist pulled my head away from her tits and began shaking all over screaming, FUCK ME! FUCK ME you bastard!, TAKE CARE of My Little Girl!”

“Ron you are insane!” Jim said shaking his head. “She meant HER pussy you idiot, NOT her teenage daughter….”

“You really think so?” Ron looked at the floor and acted as if that was an unlikely thought to cross his mind.

“Yes, I really think so” Jim turned away from Ron saying, “I got a show to do here Ron, please go away and get some professional help.”

“Ok” Ron relented “But we still got to talk. You see I kind a promised Becky I could get her some Four Seasons cock, TONIGHT and that is why I have booked you as the host DJ.”

Chapter 2: Things begin to get complicated.

As Ron, the program manager, briskly left the room Jim just stared at the closing door of the jock booth. He was tired and kept hearing the words “I have booked you for tonight” echoing in his tired mind as the promo for the Four Season played in the back of his mind.

Jim hit the button for the control booth mike. “Nick, I’m taking a break, play something loud and LONG for me.”

Nick the engineer had just stepped back into the control room from his recent “hit break” and was loose and high as normal.

“You got it man” Nick replied waiving at the glass between them, “I’ll play the FM stuff that will send Ron screaming out the door.”

The “FM stuff” that Nick referred too way the emerging Frisco stereo sound that Nick and others like him claimed was going to put AM radio, and jocks like Jim, out of business. Ron was scared as hell of the “long haired hippy freaks”, like Jefferson Airplane and Country Joe and the Fish, that were the vanguard of that new sound.

“Don’t care” Jim waved as he headed outside to the back porch to clear his tired head and to ponder what new jam Ron was getting him into.

What Jim really wanted was a cold beer, a comfortable bed, Julie (or a hot willing girl like Julie who could give great head), and some sleep, LOTS of sleep. Knowing Ron, the way he did Jim knew he was facing a night of screaming fans, egomaniac performers and drama. With Ron there was always drama with a sexual twist.

“Hey DJ, what’s happening man?” A young girl with a voice like a song had come out the door behind Jim.

“Hello Becky” Jim replied with a lot more enthusiasm than he felt right then.

Being nice to the boss’s daughter, no matter how annoying she could be, was a station rule. Jim was prepared to give her a lot more polite attention than he wanted.

“What’s up with you little girl?” he added.

“I’m NOT a little girl” Becky stomped her foot and pouted her lips just like a five-year-old.

“If you must know I’m just hanging out waiting for my MAN, Ron” replied Becky.

Becky, wearing a mini skirt proceeded to climb up on the porch railing to sit facing Jim with her legs on either side of his.

Becky was the kind of girl he saw at every rock concert, upfront and near the band or DJ. Pretty, with a cute come fuck me smile formed by her soft pouty lips with a bit more lipstick than was called for by her age. Her perfume was sweet and expensive and spoke to sharing with her Mom. She always wore her top open to try and reveal more cleavage than she really had.

Jim was not going to back away and decided to really look at Becky for the first time to see if she would go away on her own. She had hung around the studio for as long as he could remember so he had taken no more notice of her than the water cooler. As he checked her out, he saw her pretty, young (very young) face that required no make-up which was beautifully framed by her long soft hair. She did not blush or flinch as Jim continued his gaze down her long pale throat to take in her small A cup breasts. Her thin satin blouse was unbuttoned to the point where her bra should have been. Becky could be proud of her budding firm nipples which were clearly erect and visible to Jim’s searching eyes.

“Damn” Jim thought as he continued his inspection of the young beauty just inches away. Her long legs were topped off with a short plaid skirt, held together by a big gold safety pin, rode up her legs as she kicked them apart to swing back and forth.

Becky was not aware, or did not care, that her white satin panties were pulled tight around her pussy lips and were revealing what would in later years come to be known as a damn fine camel toe.

“Oh gawd, yes” Jim thought to himself, “Your basic sexy package of trouble that had jailbait written all over her.”

“Becky, you really should stay away from Ron.” Jim spoke to Becky with his eyes still fixed between her breasts and taking in the flashes of her young pussy.

“Why” Becky asked as she stopped the swing of her legs and brought her feet up cross legged to reveal soft fine hairs now exposed around her panties.

“Jesus Becky, are you really that dumb?

Jim was teased by her proximity and at the same time angered by her silly play.

“The man is twice your age” Jim continued, “you must know Ron has slept with half the woman in Detroit AND your dad will kill the both of you if he ever finds out you have direct knowledge of his crooked cock, that’s why.”

“I don’t care who he sleeps with” Becky declared defiantly, “He said he loved me and wants to make me a woman, a REAL woman, like my Mom.”

Suddenly Becky began to sob with tears that streamed like a faucet had been turned on full.

“Christ, I’m sorry” Jim immediately felt ashamed for hurting her feelings.

The next thing Jim knew he was holding her against his chest as she continued to sob. In one swift motion Becky had managed to reach out, like a hurt child, and trigger Jim’s natural male response to accept the embrace to comfort her. Then, like a snake Becky had managed to wrap her firm young legs snugly around his waist and to place her young soft pussy directly against his teased cock. As Becky pressed her hardened nipples against Jim alarms went off in his head in recognition of the pressure on his cock as Becky slowly but deliberately began to hump her sex against him.

“Holly shit” Jim cried out as he realized how compromised he had become in the embrace of this child.

“What the fuck Becky?” Jim said as he quickly pushed her back to break the embrace. He then had to steady her to keep her limp body from falling off the wall.

“Ha , ha, Ha” Becky laughed while making no effort to hold herself on the railing, forcing Jim to step closer, again.

“You know” she continued “Mom has wondered, for years, how thick that cock of yours really was and Now I KNOW!”

Becky continued laughing she reached out with her legs to again grasp him “Should I tell her?” she asked.

“No” Jim said, visibly teased and angry. “You should be playing with DOLLS, not cocks. So, what do you really want?”

Becky paused for just a second and then spread her legs ide in one last attempt to get her legs up and again wrapped around Jim’s waist. Jim, not to be fooled again, continued to hold onto her arms to keep her on the rail and away from his manhood.

“Ok, ok” Becky relented still staring at Jim’s zipper like it was a big prize, “you let me go and I’ll tell you.”

“No way Becky, you tell me what this is all about, and then I’ll let you go” was Jim’s firm response.

“Dude, you’re not even curious about fucking me are you”, Becky looked at Jim and was clearly surprised by his firmly shaking head and rejection.

“Ok” she continued “I told Ron, and now I’m telling you, I just want to suck the cock of one of the Four Season’s.”

“Oh really” Jim shook his head at her brash fantasy, “Which one, there are four of them you know?”

“Bob Gaudio” she replied without any hesitation.

“Bob Gaudio? Jim asked shaking her a little, “and how in the hell did you come to pick him?”

Reaching between her legs Becky began to rub her slit through her panties. Becky had done this dozens of times with Ron and thought it would be fun to see Jim’s reaction to her self-pleasure. Becky clearly enjoyed the feel of the satin material pressed against her nub. As her juices began to flow her panties developed a sexy wet spot that wet her finger. She also enjoyed the tease and discomfort running across Jim’s face when he could not take his eyes off her virgin pussy just an arm’s length away.

“I heard Mom, Dad and Ron talking. Ron said Bob has a really fat cock, tremendous cum and loves to be sucked by virgins.” Becky spoke as if she had seen Bob firsthand.

“That is why I have been with Ron, to practice” beamed Becky as she pushed one small breast out with pride and slipped a finger around the edge of her panty.

Jim just shook his head again and asked, “Becky where would you ever get the idea about the size of Bob’s cock, or any other cock for that matter, oh… wait a second …, from Ron, right??”

“YES, if you have to know, from Ron” now it was Becky’s turn to get mad. “He told me I could practice on him before I met the group and lucky for me, they are in town TONIGHT, and you are the host. Ron said you would take care of the introduction backstage.”

Thrusting her finger inside Becky glared at Jim while her tease continued to build inside.

As Jim held her with steady arms as Becky stared at her pussy and concentrated on her climax. He spat out her words as she stared at her fingers pleasing her sex “Are.. mmm.. you … are you going …. oh shit that’s good… are you going to help me, DJ?” Then, looking straight into his eyes as she fingered herself deeply and her hand still, she added ” D J , you are going to help me …. cause Ron promised.”

“Becky, listen to me” Jim look away and tried to be as calm as he could to get her attention knowing she was going over the edge in her climax.

“Ron has no idea how big any one’s cock is, no one knew the Four Seasons were even coming to Detroit, he was just pulling your leg.”

“You are a liar” Becky screamed as she rocked back and forth on her fingers thrust deep inside of her smooth pussy. ” If.. I….. Don’t get to SUCK his … his … his COCK” , Becky spat the words out as she exploded with her fingers deep and twisting inside her slit, “Someone is going to get fired!”

With her hand trapped and her legs shaking Becky hung forward limp, supported only by Jim’s arms.

Breathing hard, with sweat dripping down between her small breast, Becky started again softly “If … I… Do… NOT…. suck some FAT.. cock Too night “I’m … telling my Dad…. Ron raped me!”

With that Becky jumped off the rail and pressed her fingers, covered in her sweet young juices, right into Jim’s face. Jim froze as she then licked her fingers clean as if they were covered in a sweet expensive desert.

As she started to leave the porch Becky turned back to Jim, stuck out her tongue and lifted her skirt to reveal her panties still pulled to the side.

“And maybe” she added with a smile and an evil wink too mature for her young age “I’ll tell my Dad and MOM about you too.”

to be continued….