An interlude

Jonathan didn’t sleep well; he was angry, angry with his father, with Yu-ri but first and foremost with himself. Not because he had deliberately messed up his chances with Yu-ri – he never had a real chance, she had wanted sex, real sex. He on the other hand knew nothing about sex; he wouldn’t have been able to satisfy her needs. Something his father had demonstrated quite nicely.

No he was angry that he hadn’t walked away, that he had watched the show and enjoyed it. Now not only was he a freak, but also a perverted one, who did not only enjoy watching people having sex, he even enjoyed it, when one of the protagonists was his very own father. Right after they had finished he had gone to his room, took another of these wondrous pills and went into the shower, where he watched his boner shrink with relieve. Now he lay in his bed and couldn’t sleep for the life of him. That was when he made the second big mistake of the evening and began to watch TV.

It went without saying that he should have known what to expect from a Sexworld TV-program – Sex. But in his defense, he thought that a news report would be more… conventional… and was of course deeply mistaken. After a reassuring intro – no sex just graphics – came the usual introduction of the anchorman and woman and here it got sexworldish.

First of all the table was made of Plexiglas and revealed everything to the audience. The male anchor wore a tie, speedos and apparently expensive Italian dress shoes, while his nipples were masked with some kind of colorful sticker. His female colleague on the other hand was dressed in high heels, stockings, some form of translucent panties and a matching bra that didn’t so much hide anything as to obscure the view. Both of them were brunettes and at least from an American perspective they could be classified as attractive, which meant the man looked like he spend too much time in the gym, while the woman had the look of someone with a history in cosmetic surgery.

It started harmlessly enough, some local stories about heroic animals, the man was talking some poetic stuff about how wonderful friendship between humans and animals were, when suddenly a very human cock appeared next to the anchorwoman’s face. As soon as she noticed it, her head changed directions and she looked up encouragingly at its owner. This worked quite nicely and after a few short jerking motions the owner of that meat shot his load over the woman’s face. He had a good aiming though and when she turned back to the camera roughly a dozen white streaks adorned her face, yet she continued with her work, as if nothing had happened.

However, it got even more bizarre, when she did her report on a large car accident just outside town because in the middle of it another dick appeared, pressing itself against her left cheek. As a true professional she ignored that intruder and continued her work, even as the man could be heard groaning and finally erupted all over her face. Obviously she didn’t care, ignoring the man or the fact that his juice slipped down her chin and between her tits.

Meanwhile Jonathan had stopped following the language and started to fondle himself, while he continued to watch the show. Next was a weather forecast for some kind of outdoor game at the weekend. You couldn’t say that she was dressed, in fact it was more like a band of silk running around her body, covering a lot less than it actually revealed, yet she seemed absolutely comfortable. Even her jiggling tits didn’t bother her that much, while she got through her segment.

“… and so there is a 90 % chance we get lucky and have a sunny weekend. So I advise all of you get out there and have some fun.” She smiled broadly at the camera, when the anchor man suddenly called over.

“You know what I would enjoy Carla? Your plump lips on my big cock.” He smiled and Carla giggled, before she swayed over and under the table with her five inch heels. Soon slurping noises could be heard and a separate window appeared on screen, now Jonathan realized there were cameras under the table for exactly such an opportunity and it showed the blowjob in all its excruciating details.

The anchorwoman took over, while her male colleague was busy feeling pleasure. Her hair was now tousled and sticky with cum, her face plastered with the stuff, yet again she showed no sign of discomfort, announced the next segment, then turned to face a cock and even took him into her mouth, while the show switched to a correspondent.

A Latina appeared on screen or rather on her hands and knees, sucking a sizable pale cock and it took her a moment to realize, that she was already live. Reluctantly she let him out of her mouth, cursed her job and asked him, if he would be so nice to lie down. He did and without any shame she mounted him in front of her camera man.

Without breaking into sweat or any stuttering she gave a detailed report about the game preparations while she continued to fuck him with a steady rhythm and right after she finished her segment, Jonathan could hear her saying.

“Bill put the camera down, I need your cock. Just wait a second; I will switch him to my ass, so you can take my twat.”

Back in the studio the scenery had changed dramatically, Carla lay across the table, her tits dangling over the edge, face distorted with pleasure while the man took her from behind. The upper body of their female coworker was covered in cum and thanks to the split screen her hand with the big red vibrator pleasuring her wet snatch was visible to the audience.

Shortly thereafter the news ended and left Jonathan with a raging hard on and a desire to shut the TV down. That was when a horror movie was announced. How bad could that be? Horror had to be horror after all and there was a part of him that was mildly curious about it, so again he stayed up.

It started out pretty normal, some small town in the middle of nowhere with people living normal happy lives, than a new family moved in. 90 Minutes later Jonathan was pretty awake, yet not because he was scared by some creative monster or terrified by an ingenious plot. To him the story had been laughable but he could understand why the Sexworld population could find that scary.

The family, who had moved into town, didn’t have any sex…

How they could have two children was never explained but the *horror* in that horror-movie simply was that it spread, over the course of 90 Minutes less and less people had sex. For example the first school day of their kids was what people here must thought to be an average one, something that freaked Jonathan out more than anything else in the movie. There was sex everywhere, parents who had brought their kids to school had sex in the parking lot and the older pupils didn’t make it far either, before they succumbed to their own desires or greeted their teachers in an explicit way.

Here the male main protagonist was introduced; he was a schoolboy and fucked the female principal, when the strange new teens arrived at her office. Of course the hero took an automatic dislike in those two, when they declined an offer for sex. He came to the conclusion that something was wrong right the next day, when the principal didn’t ask him to fuck her, which she had done every other day apparently. It got worse and worse from there but in the first 45 minutes sex was still constantly in the background of each scene, at least if it wasn’t what the scene was about in the first place.

Then everything got more… normal. This included the hero but of course everyone else too. Soon after he got the first *no, not now*, he started to ask questions. First of this question/answer victims was his math teacher and when he asked him, why he didn’t fuck one of his students, he got a “Why should I?” and an extremely stupid smile. Needless to say this answer freaked him out.

Due to the fact that this wasn’t a horror vision for Jonathan and it had been a long day anyway, he got really tired and began to fell into a doze. He awoke once again during the movie and saw the hero running through the streets in sheer panic, while the camera showed completely normal human behavior, normal for Jonathan. A routine traffic check, were the cop didn’t demand her pussy being eaten, a café were people simply drank coffee and a park were people were sunbathing – with bikinis and boxer shorts! The last thing from that movie, which Jonathan could later remember, was the screaming hero reaching home and seeing his parents having a garage sale, getting rid of all their porn and sex toys.

Jonathan awoke late the next day, the TV was off. Maybe his father had done that, he couldn’t remember that though and as soon as he noticed his hunger, it became irrelevant anyway. That was the moment he remembered the dinner tonight with the neighbors.

He sighed, was there anything in this world to look forward too? A quick check showed he still had quite a few green pills; maybe he would make it through the evening.