All the recent Detroit sports news has brought back some wonderful memories of another season of the Tigers and Lions 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 in any concert or club.

"One night only" declared the twenty-second spot as Jim entered the Detroit radio station. 

Jim quickly recognized the booming voice of Ron Gifford, his program manager. The unusual promotional spot continued with "Appearing TONIGHT at the Rooster Tail, for one night and one night only, the singing sensations and gold record recording artist, the one, the only Four Seasons."

Jim was thankful he was not booked as the house DJ that night at the Rooster Tail. He was surprised, however, at the news of a big-name group, like the Four Seasons, appearing with such short notice to promote the appearance. They would need additional security at a public venue. This was especially true at the Rooster Tail which was a small supper and dance club that sat over Detroit’s illegal but well-known after-hours casino. Two hundred people was a good night. The Four Seasons could easily draw two thousand, even on short notice.

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 on-the-air 4-8 PM prime drive shift. He was thankful Julie had hitched a ride with him back to town, in exchange for keeping him alert, hard, and awake for the long boring drive down I-75.  Julie, age eighteen, was an expert cock sucker and had learned how to get herself off while timing the eruptions of the cock she was nursing. Jim loved how she would squeeze his balls, drive his cock into the back of her throat and suck like a Kirby vacuum cleaner as she pumped her slim fingers into her tight pussy. Her blue eyes twinkled as she savored the cum she was swallowing, while licking her own juices off her delicate fingers.

"DJ, are you free?" Ron Gifford the program manager called on the intercom near the end of Jim's long shift.

"I'm still on the air for twenty 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 in 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 escapades usually involved women (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 passion of the night (usually in the back seat of a car or on the radio station conference table). The promises were usually well 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.

Ron loudly burst into the area posted DJ's ONLY, "Look, Jimmy, I really REALLY need your help this time. I'm in a real jam."

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 a commercial break.

Jim looked at Ron saying "You have five minutes and thirty-five seconds." He then settled back placing his patchwork suede platform shoes on the turntable station while nodding for Ron to continue.

Hitting the mute button so the engineer could not listen in Ron asked "Have you noticed Becky hanging around the station, a lot recently?"

"You mean the cute little blond with the long 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." With a broad almost reverent smile he continued "Gawd she has a really sweet and talented mouth, small but very sensitive nips and a soft pale skin ass that...."

"Wait a second" Jim interrupted as he leaned very close "Are we talking about little Becky, the owner's daughter? She can't be more than fifteen."

"Actually, she is his stepdaughter and she just turned sixteen." 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. "The first time she nicked the bloody hell out of my cock and I told her no more cock-sucking till the metal was gone."

"Oh good, so you set the standard that she had to have straight teeth before you really started fucking her mouth." Jim just waved his hands at Ron like he was talking with a madman.

"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 the turntable. "What, pray tell, could you have possibly said to her Mom, an aging knockout in her own right, and the wife of our boss, that caused her to give you the ok to corrupt her young child?"

"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?"

"The party at the Detroit Playboy Club? Yes, I was there as host and seem to remember getting you out of another jam with that Playboy Bunny Jean, remember?"

"Oh yeah!" Ron smiled. "Well, Phillis - that is her name, Phillis - and I went exploring while her husband was Bunny hoping. Anyway, she was hot to trot and we found a nice couch back in the bunny changing area."

Jim shook his head in disbelief as he cured up a song from Rare Earth. "Ron, are you telling me you laid the boss's wife too, do you have a death wish?"

"It was really her idea" Ron offered "I just told her I wanted to see her titties, anyway the point is when she was cumming and shaking her head back and forth she screamed at me, 'FUCK ME!, FUCK ME, you bastard!' As she climaxed her legs were shaking as she gasped for air and yelled 'You... take... 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 of promised Becky I could get her some Four Seasons cock, Tonight and you know I have booked you as the host DJ."

As Ron, briskly left the room Jim just stared at the closing door of the sound booth. He was tired and kept hearing the words "I have booked you for tonight" echoing in his tired mind.

Jim hit the button for the control booth mic. "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 as loose and high as normal.

"You got it, man," Nick replied waiving at the glass between them, "I'll play the FM stuff by Beautiful Day that will send Ron screaming out the door."

The "FM stuff" that Nick referred to was 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.

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 and always with an additional 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 more attention than he really wanted, for as short of a time as possible.

"What's up with you little girl?" he added.

"I'm NOT a little girl!" Becky stomped her foot like a five-year-old.

"If you must know I'm just hanging out waiting for my man, Ron" replied Becky.

Becky proceeded to climb up on the porch railing to sit facing Jim with her legs dangling on either side on his.

Becky was like every teen girl he saw at every rock concert.  She would be upfront and near the band or DJ. Pretty, with a cute come fuck me smile formed by her soft pouty lips usually with a bit more lipstick than was called for by her age. Her perfume was sweet and spoke to her young age. She always wore her blouse pulled low trying to reveal more cleavage than she really had.

Jim was not going to back away and decided to really looked 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. He had taken no more notice of her than the water cooler. As he slowly and deliberately checked her out he saw she had a pretty, young (very young) face that required no make-up which was beautifully framed by her long soft blond hair. She did not blush or flinch as Jim continued his gaze down her long pale throat taking in her small A-cup breasts. Her thin satin blouse was unbuttoned and bare 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. The skirt rode up her long shapely 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 virgin 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 jail bait 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 blond 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, hell all of us are 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 crocked cock.  That is why you need to stay away."

"I don't care who he sleeps with," Becky declared defiantly. "He said he loved me and wanted 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 in order to comfort her. Like a snake, Becky then managed to wrap her firm young legs snugly around his waist and to place her young soft pussy directly against his soft denim slacks and teased cock. As Becky pressed her hardened nipples against him and firmly rubbed them across his chest. 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 is, and now I know!"

Becky continued laughing she reached out with her legs to again grasp him in their soft clutches. "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 in her attempts to get her legs again wrapped around Jim's waist. Jim, not to be fooled again, continued to hold onto her upper arms to keep her on the rail and away from his manhood.

"Ok, ok." Becky relented but still stared 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 now 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 Seasons."

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

"Bob Guadio," she replied without any hesitation.

"Bob Guadio?" Jim asked shaking her a little, "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. She also enjoyed the tease and discomfort running across Jim's face when he could not take his eyes off virgin pussy just an arm's length away.

"I heard my Dad and Ron talking. Someone said everyone knew Bob has a really fat cock, that shot a tremendous amount of cum.  He also said that he 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." Becky beamed with pride as she made a tight circle with her lips, pushed her small breasts together with one hand, 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." Becky then turned her head to the side, smiled, and said, "I'm trading my virginity to Ron for a dream blow job with Bob."

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

As Jim held her steady Becky concentrated on her climax and spat out her words as she stared at 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, she fingered herself deeply. With half-closed eyes, she whispered " DJ, you are going to help me ... cause Ron... Ron promised."

"Becky, listen to me." Jim 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 anyone's cock is.  No one knew the Four Seasons were even coming to Detroit, he was just pulling your nipples to see if they would get teased and hard."

"You are a liar!" Becky screamed as she rocked back and forth on her fingers thrusting deep inside of her. " If.. I..... Don’t get to suck his ... his ... his COCK..." Becky spat the words out but could not finish the threat as she exploded with her fingers deep inside her slit, the other hand pinching her nipple hard.

With her hand trapped and her legs shaking Becky hung forward supported only by Jim's arms.
Breathing hard, with sweat dripping down between her small breast, Becky started again softly "If ... I... don't... if I don't get to suck some hard and fat... cock tonight... I'm ... telling." Becky drew a deep breath, defiantly stared into DJ's eyes, and finished, "I'm telling my Dad... Ron ravished 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 dessert.

As she started to leave the porch Becky turned back to Jim and lifted her skirt to reveal her panties still pulled to the side. Her mons glistened with the juices of her climax.

"And maybe", she added with a smile and an evil wink too mature for her young age, "I'll also be telling my Dad and Mom about you touching me."

to be continued...