[kuanundrum]

I have long been a fan of the Rocky Horror Picture Show. And as I started dating in college I shared that love with my girlfriend at the time, Patricia. After her first show she was hooked and we began going to performances every weekend.

After about two months of attending weekly performances of Rocky Horror, Patricia decided that she wanted to invite along her best friend, Tiffany. I had met Tiffany before, and didn’t mind the idea in the least. The two of them made for an interesting pair. Patricia was about 5’4 with a dancers frame offset by a solid D cup, long blond hair that fell to the middle of her back and green eyes. Tiffany was a good 5’9 with a very slender body, shoulder length light brown hair with matching eyes. Both very attractive, and with both getting dressed up for Rocky I knew I would be taking my camera. That week the only performance was at 3AM, so to be able to make it there with time to spare for a bite to eat we decided to leave town at midnight.

At midnight that Saturday, Patricia and I pulled up to Tiffanys house. She lived with her parents who were conservative Christians to the extreme. The only reason she had been able to convince them to let her go and not lock her out was by telling them that she was going to a friends house for a hot tub study party. I though the excuse sounded ridiculous, but her parents bought it. Patricia sent Tiffany a text message letting her know that we were there, and a minute later Tiffany came running out the door wearing blue jeans and a light blue tank top, her backpack slung over her shoulder. She hopped into the back seat behind me; my wheelchair occupying the other side of the back seat, closing the door quickly as she breathlessly commanded, “Drive.” With a pull of my hand controls, we sped off down the road. Patricia turned around in her seat as I drove, looking at her friend with a smile. “So Tiff, you got everything?” she asked as she rested her chin on the headrest. Through the rearview mirror I could see Tiffany nod her head as she opened up her backpack and pulled her chemistry book out, tossing it on the floor. “Yea, I bought it earlier this afternoon before I got home; but I’m gonna need some help with the corset.” Tiffany pulled the corset she was referring to out of her backpack, a simple black thing with lacing up the back. Patricia turned around to look out her side window, then tapped me on the shoulder. “The park’ll work.” she quipped, and I took my cue from her words. I changed my direction slightly, heading for the dog walking park on the edge of town so that Tiffany could get her corset on.

As I pulled into the parking lot of the park, I looked around. There were no cars in sight in the parking lot or down either side of the street. Only a few lamps illuminated the parking lot with a low orange glow. I turned the car off, then leaded my chair back slightly as Tiffany and Patricia got out of the car. Patricia walked around to Tiffany who was pulling her pants off, revealing a tiny black lace thong she had already put on before leaving her house. I opened my door, picking up my feet and setting them outside, giving my legs relief from the crumpled state that they were always in while I was driving. While Tiffany tossed her pants onto the floor, Patricia picked up the corset, examining it closer. Tiffany looked around, seeming a bit nervous about changing in the middle of a parking lot at midnight. But she turned her back to me and pulled off her top, revealing from the back that she was wearing nothing underneath. Patricia helped her wrap the corset around her, then told her to stand in front of me. “Ian, hold her steady will you while I get these laces tight.” I sat up turning around to fully face Tiffany as she planted her hands on the edge of my roof, and I took hold of her sides just below her ribs. I was used to this kind of thing, having done costuming for dozens of theatre performances over the years. But Patricia was not as well versed with such things. As I held Tiffany, Patricia fumbled with the corset back and its lacing, trying to figure out how to get the strings to weave properly. Her constant yanking and tugging on the corset slowly pulled Tiffany back, while I did my best to hold her corset in its proper place.

After a few minutes of her struggling with the corset, Patricia had pulled Tiffany back a good few inches. And while Tiffany was still able to keep her hands on the roof of my car, she now looked like someone that the police were about to search, with her legs spread to help brace her against the constant pulling. But with her new position also came a new view. With her arms now outstretched, her B cups were now starting to peak their way into view. With each new tug they wiggle a little more free, and I couldn’t help noticing and enjoying the view. I also couldn’t help remembering all the conversations they had while around me, talking about past boyfriends, how in one way or another they had ended up sharing them and how they always seemed ready to try it with the next. I had always wondered if they were just pulling my leg or telling the truth, and I decided that now was a perfect chance to find out. Leaning forward, I caught Tiffanys left nipple in my mouth, letting my tongue dance against the light pink flesh. I heard a sudden gasp from Tiffany, one that quickly turned to giggling. “Patty, your boy’s getting me all worked up. Think you can help me from that end?” Tiffanys words sparked more giggling, and I felt the tension on the corset loosen. Tiffany’s giggles turned to muffled moans as I saw out of the corner of my eye that Patricia had gotten on her knees. I shifted my attentions to Tiffanys right nipple as I used my right hand to continue the play on her left, massaging the breast as I caught her right nipple in my teeth and gently nibbled. I felt Tiffanys body start to tremble, so I leaned back to see if she was alright. When I did, Tiffany fell forward and planted both her hands on my thighs, her head nearly colliding with my chest. As she landed on me now bent at the waist, the corset she was wearing unlaced and fell on the ground. Patricia had apparently been trying to completely re-lace it, and had only succeeded in stringing it through the first two holes in the back, not nearly enough to hold the material in place as Tiffany landed on my lap. Now able to see very clearly, I could see that Patricia was going to town between Tiffanys legs, stopping the use of her tongue only long enough to play inside Tiffany with her fingers, then going back to tonguing her again. Given her new position, I couldn’t get one of Tiffanys nipples back in my mouth again, so I reached under her with my right hand to continue playing with her breasts, while my left began to trace its nails across her back. Tiffanys elbows began to shake and buckle under her as she moaned. “It’s not fair, I wanna suck him damn it!” Tiffany whimpered.

Patricia looked up, then winked at me as she slowly inserted two fingers of her right hand inside Tiffany. She slowly pushed inside her, then began thrusting slowly but firmly enough to push Tiffany forward with each stroke. Tiffany moaned louder, and as she whimpered her right arm buckled, landing her elbow into my thigh as her hand gripped at my crotch. Her fingers trembled as they seemed to be resisting an urge with all their might. Patricia just kept going, gradually making her stroked faster and harder. “Claw her harder.” my girlfriend whispered to me, the grin on her face growing wider. My fingers on both hands curled in, raking my nails across her breasts and back leaving bright red welts across her alabaster skin. Tiffanys right hand grabbed at my groin, taking hold of my member through the material of my black jeans and squeezing hard as her hand shook. “P-p-p-p….. Pl-please…..” Tiffany gasped as she rested her head on her right forearm. “Harder.” was the only response Patricia gave. I couldn’t help the smile that began to spread across my own face as I dug deeper into Tiffanys back with my left hand, my right now taking her left nipple between its fingers and pinching. Tiffanys knees began to shake as Patricia thrust harder while I clawed into her back. My eyes locked with Patricias as we worked deeper into Tiffany on both fronts, and as we did I could feel my own erection beginning to push against the material of my pants even with Tiffanys grip on it.

The grip on me suddenly released as Tiffany had had enough. She propped her elbows on my thighs just above my knees and pulled at the material of my jeans, nearly ripping the material as she undid the button and zipper of my pants. She yanked the material aside, letting my prick free. It was only out for a second before she enveloped it with her mouth, taking it down in a deep throat with a single motion that Patricia couldn’t even compare too. She held it there for a glorious few seconds as I took in a sharp breath, surprised at how skilled she was at deep throating. Her head then snapped back, pulling me out of her mouth till only the head was still in, the tip of her tongue flicking at the tip of my cock. Patricia saw it happen, and started laughing at Tiffanys release. She started pumping harder and deeper into Tiffany as Tiffany began bobbing her head up and down, her tongue working its way along my shaft as she worked her way up and down again. Patricia pulled her fingers out of Tiffany, but only long enough to grab the waist of Tiffanys thong and pull it down to her ankles, giving her better access to Tiffany. While Patricia started working her way into Tiffany again with her right hand her left slapped against Tiffanys left butt cheek, grabbing hold of it for a second before releasing it and spanking Tiffanys ass again. Tiffany moaned as she alternated between taking me halfway and then all the way inside. Tiffany pulled herself off my dick and started stroking along the shaft with her right hand as she tilted her head and started flicking her tongue against my nut sack, then taking in my right nut in her mouth and sucking on it for a few seconds. Another spank from Patricia and Tiffany released my testicle; now taking her time as she slowly worked her way down my shaft, deep throating me again as she moaned. The vibrations she caused along my member as she did caused me to hunch over, my nails now digging even deeper into the flesh of her back. My right hand released the pinch that had trapped her nipple and now grabbed everything it could, enveloping her left breast. Tiffanys entire body began to shake, causing Patricia and I both to grin wider. As we continued to work on each other Patricia stopped spanking Tiffany, and let her left hand roam between her own legs. I could tell from the angle of her thrusting that she was masturbating herself and Tiffany in synch.

A blinding flash of white light suddenly enveloped us, startling us. Patricia spun around, accidentally ramming her left shoulder into Tiffanys left leg. Tiffanys legs were already unsteady with what had been happening, and as she fell backwards her hands grabbed my pants, pulling my pants down further and me out of the car. Tiffanys falling back knocked Patricia onto her back, followed by Tiffany falling to a sitting position as her legs buckled under her. The momentum of my being pulled by Tiffany sent me right into her, knocking her back with me falling on top of her. I was barely able to catch myself from landing on my face as my hands shot out and planted themselves on the ground. As I looked from where the light was being shone from to where I had landed, I realized that my cock was still on Tiffanys mouth. Everything had happened so fast that she had never taken me out of her mouth; and now I was on all fours over Tiffany’s face, half of my member still on her mouth as she was now looking towards the source of the light. We were all too shocked to move as we heard the sound of a door open and close, followed by footsteps drawing closer. With each closing step I felt the suction on me by Tiffanys mouth increase. I could also feel her jaw beginning to tense up and by the time the footsteps stopped it felt like she was going to rip my pecker completely off my body she was sucking do hard, the edges of her teeth scraping against the taut and sensitive flesh. The silhouette of a uniformed officer came into view, partially blocking the light from our eyes. Then the high beam was turned off, and we could clearly see the female officer standing there with her arms crossed only a few yards away from us. I couldn’t make out much about her other than the fact that she was female with dark, bob cut hair. Her shadowed expression created by the light at her back could only be described as a mixture of amusement and bewilderment, caused no doubt by our reaction to the sudden appearance of light. She tilted her head to the left as she looked at us, then shook her head. “You can take him out of your mouth now.” she says bluntly. I felt Tiffanys mouth open, letting out a popping sound as I was freed from her lips. I felt her lips close again, brushing against the head of my member as she closed her mouth. “So what are you kids doing?” the officer asked, her head still tilted as her eyes shifted to me. Without thinking, my voice moved on its own. “We were getting ready for Rocky tonight.” I blurted out. The officer looked to each one of us, then slowly nodded her head. “Hmm…” she said as she released her arms, her hand now resting on her hips. It might have been the light, but I could have sworn I saw a smile tug at the corners of her mouth as she continued. “Looks like it’s gotten tamer since the last time I went. But the park is not the place to be getting ready for it.” I nodded my head, and from the feeling of tapping against my groin I could tell that Tiffany was nodding as well. The officer then turned around and walked back to her cruiser, stopping as she opened her door. “You’ve got one minute.” she said as she leaned against the open door.

I rolled to my left, getting myself off of Tiffany as she and Patricia both bolted to their feet. Tiffany was on her feet and in the backseat of my car in seconds. Patricia was right behind her as she ran around the car and slammed the door as she got inside the front passenger seat. Without the use of my legs it took me a bit longer as I pulled myself around and up into the car. Just before I closed my door I leaned out and scooped up the corset and thong still on the asphalt, tossing them to Tiffany in the back as I closed my door. Just before I was able to turn the key in the ignition, I heard a tapping on my window. I looked over and the officer was standing by my door, indicating with her fingers that she wanted me to roll down the glass. I obliged, and as I set my seatback upright she leaned in the window and rested her elbows on the ledge. “Well, you made it in your minute, so I’m going to let you three off with a warning this time. Have a good night.” With those last words the officer walked back to her car and got in, pulling out of the parking lot and waving to us as she passed us. I threw the car into drive, and within minutes we were on the highway. We drove in silence, the only sounds coming from the traffic outside, and the subtle brushing of clothing against skin as I closed up my pants again, and Tiffany pulled her tank top and thong back on. None of us had said anything since the officer, and didn’t until half an hour later when we were almost halfway to the theatre where the live performance would be taking place at. The silence was finally broken by Tiffany in the back seat. “Blue balls for Ian.” she whispered just loud enough for Patricia and I to hear. We all cracked up, laughing at the events of the evening as we made our way to Tiffanys first performance of the Rocky Horror Picture Show. None of us actually got the chance to finish, the surprise of being caught having effectively killed the earlier mood. But at least I knew that they hadn’t been kidding around. I never did get any pictures of them together that night though...