Jim flinched as Rick held her down, about to penetrate her.
Suddenly, Kevin Zeffram burst into the room. Three of his football buddies were with him. "You think you can just get away that easily, huh?" Kevin yelled.
"Should've locked the door," Jim muttered under her breath.
"Damn," Rick thought, "If Kevin could've just waited five minutes, I could've been done already."
Kevin walked over to where Rick lay over Jim, grabbed his shoulders, and tossed him to the side, where Kevin's pals held Rick's arms. Rick struggled to get free, but he couldn't.
"Here's a little something I owe you," Kevin said as he walked over to where the naked Rick was being held still, Rick's erection pointing up in the air. Then, Kevin reared back and kicked Rick in the balls as hard as he could.
Rick screamed in agony and stopped struggling as the pain overtook him. "And here's a little interest," Kevin told Rick as he kicked once more in the crotch. Rick vomited and then passed out from the pain.
"I think that's enough, Kevin," one of his pals told him.
"I don't think so. I think this punk needs to learn a... permanent lesson," Kevin replied.
Naked Jim ran up, her breasts bouncing, yelling, "Stop it, Kevin. I was the one who kicked you in the nuts, not Rick!"
Kevin turned to Jim and looked her naked body up and down. He licked his lips and said, "Don't worry. I haven't forgotten about you."
"Oh shit," Jim thought. "Being fucked by Rick would've been bad enough. I can't let Kevin fuck me." All Jim could think to do was the one trick that had worked before. Jim kicked Kevin in the crotch... and Kevin didn't seem to notice.
"You think I'm stupid?" Kevin asked her. "I'm wearing a cup now." He pushed her to the ground. "I guess I better deal with you now rather than later." Kevin began unbuttoning his shirt.
"Wait, no, you can't do this," Jim told him.
"Why not?" Kevin asked her.
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