Blake and the Blowjobs Chapter 3

A young woman’s problems in a highly pornified future world.

(All characters in this story, that do anything erotic, are at least 18 years old)

Here I am lying under Brian’s nameless friend, his deflated weiner slipping out of my kitty. Debbie’s tongue deepkissing me, she pushes him off and goes down on my nipples as she squeezes my mountainous boobs. And I am thinking of Blake, my best fuck-buddy-boy-friend.

The bathroom scales were showing bigger and bigger numbers. Will Blake continue to want me if I am too fat? Perhaps my size should have made me happy, I got most of that extra weight from swallowing blowjobs. I have yet to find the girl who would swap a fifty-five centimetre waist and a good form for great personality. Not that I could hope to be a stunning knockout, but a few more fucks never did any harm and are good for the health.

I had just had a chance to test Blake's point of view. A girl showed up at school who was about my size and shape. The point is, on one slut it looked good-cursive and bountiful but good, then the same on another. Jezebel, I told myself, here is a opportunity to get an genuine view out of Blake. (My nickname may be Suckin', but Jezebel is my actual name.)

I saw to it that he got a good look at her at wrestling practice, since everyone was undressed for that. As I was stroking his nut-sack I said cunningly, "That new girl, Oiran-she has a lovely figure."

Blake looked over his shoulder and replied. "Oh, sure-from her ankles down."

I had my answer and I didn't like it. Blake didn't care for my type of figure;

separated from my slutty personality it did not turn him on. I should have felt a warm freshness, knowing it for true love. I didn't; I felt awful.

I went down on his glorious cock during recess, but I felt bad. Licking his balls has been my favourite pastime, sucking and savouring his meaty thick cock is my appetiser. It is almost too big for my well practised mouth, but with my warm hands holding the base, my lips and tongue can concentrate on his head. Blake shouts “Oh my Suckin'…” and he rewarded me with a good load and I savoured the musky taste before slowly swallowing. I worry that it my be the last time or that someday soon will be my last load of Blake. He relaxed and fell back on the lawn and I surveyed the schoolyard. It was good to see a few others were watching us, but we weren’t the only one’s playing.

This is the 23rd century and the free world. Public sex is just normal. Long ago life imitated art and as generations went by normal life became more life a porn film. So where people in the olden days might have held hands, they can now really go at it. Except for carefully curated children’s and instructional-youth’s films, all films are now partly-porn. The world is freely pornified.

(Double disclaimer: In the 23rd century, all those over 18 go to a different school. Blake and Suckin’ go to a school where there are no underage children. Children’s and youth’s schools are age appropriate environments.)