Jessica's Change Management Ch. 19

A what? A jizz jam? The stunner! The irony! The whatever! I wouldn't go back to the head house. I wouldn't step in fronta the old dude's son. Not decorated like that! No way!

"He's my son, but god help me he could throw himself on the ground 'n miss. He's about as useful as a steering wheel on a mule." The redneck explained. "For all that, he deserves a piece o' the pie cuz we aint got that many uppity bitches 'round here."

Hold on! I would be the shining star in the head house. I would get all the attention from the son. Decorated like that! So yay!

While I was still pondering my next move, I was already scrambling to my feet and rearranging my uniform. I was still weighing my options while I was tottering around the crumbling wooden shed. I was still minding my appearance while I was on my way, 'cause I didn't forget to use my lip enhancer. Stepping into the store, the chance of making a lasting impression had gained the upper hand, literally by a country mile. Walking through the store, I noticed that there were no other customers around. As if it would have changed my behavior.

"Hiya, like, rise 'n shine 'n all!" I shouted out when I got close to the counter. "Big daddy's, like, sending greetings, like totes."

"He got totally delayed 'cause needy customer." I added pointing my forefingers at my face.

Oh wow! Had I just done that? Had I literally gone like a bull at a gate? Oh no! I had intended to stay low-key. I had meant to act unflashy. Although attention! Duh! What was done was done anyhow. By the way, this was the second time for the day that somebody dropped some thingie 'cause shock.

"Big Poppa's always been a lady killer." The young redneck quickly recovered. "He ain't never been picky. Damn straight!"

With that, he lifted his hand and gave me a high five. He acted like I should feel honored or should be proud to join the club or stuff. As if! I mean, the old hillbilly and a ladies' man were basically polar opposites. As well, not being picky and scoring me were super polar opposites. The irony! The satire!

"Ya favorin' my old man over me, ain't ya?" Bluey sounded really disappointed. "Tho' I'm the fittest, buffest man in the family!"

"Ya should be askin' Big Poppa to sell ya the stuff." The stupid dude added really sulky, taking the box of tissues off the counter.

Oh Lordy! I so didn't have time for that 'cause train. I so didn't want that 'cause open store. All nervously, I looked over to the railroad to see if the trains were still in the process of getting coupled. All jittery, I looked outta the head house to see if Matty was already waiting for me.

All was good, or more like not good. I had the time. I had the ability. Besides, I shouldn't treat the son less favorably than his dad, should I? A bimbo should grant equal rights for all men after all. By the way, his dad had said I would be the hottest piece of ass he would ever score, right?

My pondering was interrupted when the young redneck turned away to pack the box of tissues away. The risk of losing his attention set me into motion. No way, I would let that happen. Literally quick as a cat, I rounded the counter and dropped to my knees in fronta him. The danger of rejection totally outweighed the danger of getting exposed. By the way, I was hidden behind the counter, right? No way, any of the passengers would step into this shithole place anyhow.

Kinda reassured, I got all teasy again. Kinda unwittingly, I used those condoms I had been forced to buy before. As I said, equal rights for son and dad, right? That was when the training with the LGZ gang lord came in super handy, what with me being well-practiced in making short work, or more like a quick meal, of his cock.

Skillfully, I fished his hardening prick from his overall and jerked it a buncha times till it stood erect and proud. Using my mouth to hold the rubber, I slid it over his hard shaft. All of that with swift, proficient motions.

"Hardta tell what's more plastic, them rubber or them lips." The young hillbilly observed, in a way praising my freshly inflated lips, sorta.

"Oh, sweetie! These babies ain't got no need for a boulder holder!" He seemed more interested in my big boobies.

Kinda rudely, he grabbed the golden rimmed oval cut-out and pulled my big, ole funbags out. More rudely, he grasped my titty flesh and started kneading it, or more like mauling it. Oh dang! He was really going rough-and-tumble with my boobies. It was super intense, so much so that it made my skin tingle mercilessly and my coochie pulse ecstatically. That was why I only groaned in encouragement and not in protest.

"I knew ya bitch would jump on a strong 'n fit man like a duck on a June bug." He exclaimed. "The way, ya put on a show for my ole man 'n those lame-os."

"Yeah, sweetie. My ole man ain't puttin' plenty o' shit past me." He elaborated. "But this is my yard. Ain't nothin' happenin' without me knowin'."

Oh wow! Obviously, Bluey had watched my whole slut show from somewhere. He had probably been standing in the wooden shed looking out through the broken windows without me noticing. Not that surprising, what with me being kinda busy, right?

More importantly, he was obviously venting his anger over his dad on me. At that, my groans only goaded him on. He barely waited for me to wet his cock before pulling it from my mouth and placing it in between my juicy juggies. Dutifully, I put my hands left and right from my boobies to squeeze my titty meat around his shaft.

For a while, the stupid redneck let me slide my big, soft boobies up and down his meaty tool. Then he pulled it outta my fleshy canyon and stuffed it into my mouth. Apparently, he had enjoyed Fatty's ass-to-mouth training and adapted it by alternating between my titties and lippies. He was basically giving me a juggs-to-mug training.

Back-and-forth!

Back-and-forth!

Several times, the young hillbilly went from juggfucking to facefucking and back. Every time, he became more demanding and rough. He started banging my boobies instead of letting me slide my soft titty flesh along his cock. He started pumping my trout pout instead of letting me suck on his shaft. I so didn't mind, though, 'cause I really needed this to be over quickly 'cause train.

After a buncha shoves through my cleavage, Bluey once more crammed my mouth chock-full of meat. Thrusting his schlong all the way in and out, he got the full feeling of my freshly inflated lips. At least, he didn't push past my tonsils or clasp my nose shut or stuff. However, the more he pounded my trout pout the more his cock got soft. So unusual! So weird! Yet, Bluey started groaning and his shaft kinda grew in size. Totally unusual! Totally weird!

"Don't go gettin' ya knickers in a knot. I saw ya doin' it for that lame-o." Bluey smothered any backtalk when he pulled his dick from my lips. "Had to hit the bushes befo' ya came in here."

That was when the cause for that strange stuff became clear. What it was? The condom was bloated, like super squishy and ultra bulgy. It wasn't filled with sperm, though. As if! It was filled with piss. For real!

Oh my god! Oh my gross! The stupid redneck had peed into his rubber while I had been sucking on it. He had basically pissed in my mouth without filling it. Oh woah! Totally demeaning! Totally degrading! The impressive thingie? The young dude had somehow managed to keep a hard-on while pissing! The humiliating thingie? This felt more debasing then getting actually pissed on. Gulp!

Bluey might have been dumber than me, or more like a box of rocks, but he was obviously good at adapting the thingies he had seen the scruff boys do. Anyhow, it didn't seem to make much of a difference for him 'cause he simply shoved his cock right back in between my titties. For me, though, it made a major difference 'cause gross.

That was why I neither cusped my big boobies nor squeezed them around his shaft. No way! I mean, besides the disgust, the danger was way too huge! What if that piss-filled rubber burst? What if that yukky pee sprayed all over my fine uniform? Oh my fudging god! Oh my fudging gross!

Bluey responded to my passivity by grasping my nipples and pinching them brutally. With his cock in place in my fleshy canyon, he started pushing my funbags up and down by my nippies. He was literally treating my boobies like titties-around-a-stick. Gasp!

My eyes grew wide in terror while I watched the piss-filled rubber getting squeezed. It was bulging massively when Bluey fucked my titties epically. Pulling my nipples together, the redneck increased the pressure on his shaft immensely. He also increased the danger of the condom tearing and rupturing enormously.

Any second, I expected it to burst. Any second! Any second!

The next second, no such thingie happened. And the next second. And the next second.

Relief started spreading through me when I realized that the rubber could sustain more than I had expected. Phew! That moment, Bluey pulled his schlong from my juicy juggies and stuffed it back into my mouth. This time, he went all the way down my throat for the first time. He didn't stop until he had pressed his meaty tool past my uvula and buried his entire shaft in my mouth. A barrage of gags and chokes was just erupting from my gullet when he clasped his hand around his shaft and squeezed as hard as he could.

SNAP!

I heard the snapping sound. I felt the cold shudder on my back. I spluttered and retched way before I knew what had transpired. You already guessed what it was, right? Of course, Bluey's sudden squeeze had caused the piss-filled rubber to burst open. As a result, the massive pissload had splashed out. It all happened ultra ferociously and ultra violently.

"See, sweetie! I ain't pissin' on ya leg 'n tellin' ya it's rainin' like my ole man!" Bluey commented. "I'm lettin' it rain right in ya face."

As if! It hadn't just been a slow stream or flow of rain, I mean pee. Totally the opposite! It had been a sudden gush. A super huge, mega massive, über-enormous, big-time explosion! Ewww!

Extremely sudden, my mouth filled with a gigantic piss charge, literally like a massive dam break. It was so much vile fluid that it immediately brimmed over. It splattered from my overinflated lips like it was literally spraying outta a water hose.

"Urgh! Ew! Uuurrrggghhh! Eeeggghhh!"

All I could do was splutter and belch while I was gagging and heaving. That wasn't all, though. The yellow-ish liquid also splashed down my throat. The violent piss explosion took me by so much force that my stomach revolted. As a result, the whole mass of yukky liquid that had just shot down my gullet got regurgitated.

Yep! You got it. I retched it all back up. Basically, Bluey's pee sprayed down my throat, only to be barfed back up at once. It actually never reached my stomach or left my gullet. The ole in-and-out pervy edition. Tihi!

Oh my fudging god! Oh my fudging gross! This was way beyond... whatever! The most disgusting, vile, yukky, puky stuff ever! The most degrading, humiliating, demeaning, debasing stuff ever!

"Guess that stuck in ya throat like a hair in a biscuit, ain't it?" The young redneck asked and I could almost hear some kinda mocking undertone.

Watching my discomfort and disgust and degradation obviously was a huge kick for the stupid dude. Why? Cause it made him cum in buckets. With the rubber burst, he shot his cum right outta it and hit me straight in my gaping trout pout.

Oh boy! The piss had just gushed outta my mouth when his spunk dashed in. With my lips wide open, the cumshot hit my uvula and caused another round of gagging and coughing and retching.

"See! My ole man ain't managed to hit them bullseye, did he?" Bluey remarked. "So way better."

Even though he might have been right about that, most of his jizz got caught by the torn remains of the rubber. Basically, the condom got filled for the second time. That was why Bluey finally pulled it off his softening cock and held it high above my face.

Subconsciously, I was still looking out for my fresh new uniform, what with me hastily looking up and sticking my tongue out. With a triumphant grin, the young redneck squeezed the cum remnants outta the rubber and let it dribble onto my tongue. Of course, he made a sport of the whole thingie and pushed the condom this way and that way. Due to that, some of the goo splashed onto my forehead and cheeks. With the rubber empty, Bluey eventually tossed me the box of tissues.

"C'mon sweetie! Don't go havin' a hissy fit with a tail on it. Ya liked gettin' them bitchy face painted befo'." He remarked when he saw the expression of repulsion and reluctance on my face.

"Look at it this way. Unlike my ole man, I'd walk across them street to piss on ya if ya were on fire." He tried to cheer me up, sorta. "That's somethin', ain't it?"

Truth be told, I didn't really need that kinda encouragement. The entire rubber action had been like the ultimate debasement. Still, it had totally made the dude happy. It had basically made his day, or maybe his week, or probably his year. So in the end, I had gained his total attention and entertained him to the max. Strike and strike!

That was why I took a buncha tissues and started wiping my face and boobies and all while relishing in my work. Actually, I had to be really quick about it, 'cause time. I could already hear the train restarting the engine. Too bad, I couldn't check on my make-up. Way badder, I noticed a coupla drool and piss stains on my uniform. Oh shoot!

Tottering outta the head house as fast as my golden heels allowed, I barely managed to get into the train. What a close call! What an eventful stopover! Can you imagine it had only been 30 minutes in sum? Un-fudging-believable.

Entering the train, I made my way down the aisle to get back to the cabin where Matty and Fatty were already waiting for me. I didn't get far, though.

"Miss Addams, there you are." A voice in my back stopped me.

"I've been looking for you for quite some time, I have to say." The well-known voice continued while I turned around.

"What have you been doing, I demand to know!" Ortega said when he saw my disheveled appearance.

Uh-oh...

*to be continued*