Blake and the Blowjobs… chapter 28

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

We lunched at Barstow, only I stayed in the car and tried to nap. I dreamed of Blake banging me and I rubbed my kitty.

Blake met us at our hotel and we excused ourselves because Blake wanted to drive

me out to see the university. He was dressed in thin tight shorts that showed off his front bulge. A thick belt held is wallet and stuff. He had on no shirt and the California sun agreed with his tanned muscular frame. When we reached the parking lot he said, "What has happened? You look as if you had lost your last friend - and you are positively emaciated."

"Oh, Blake!" I said, and blubbered on his thick shoulder. Presently he wiped my nose

and started the car. As we drove I told him about my diet to lose weight for him. I told him how I had even given up blowjobs to lose weight for him. He didn't say anything, but after a bit he made a left turn. "Is this the way to the campus?" I asked.

"Never you mind."

"Blake, are you disgusted with me?"

Instead of answering me, he pulled up near a big public building and led me

inside; it turned out to be the art museum. Still refusing to talk, he grabbed my ass and steered me into an exhibition of old masters. Blake pointed at one of them. "That," he said, "is my notion of a beautiful woman."

I looked. It was The Judgment of Paris by Rubens. "And that-and that-" added

Blake. Every picture he pointed to was by Rubens, and I'll swear his models had ever

heard of dieting.

"What this country needs," said Blake, "is more plump girls - and more guys like me

who appreciate banging a comfortably padded frame. Being heavy doesn't mean that one is not healthy. You can walk ten kilometres. You can easily wrestle most of the girls in your class and many of the boys."

I didn't say anything at first; I was too busy rearranging my ideas. School PE wrestling classes usually ended with me sitting on someone’s face and getting eaten out. I am not weak and I love wrestling. Something worried me, so I reminded him of the time I had asked his opinion of Oiran, the girl who is just abut my size and measurements.

He managed to remember. "Oh, yes! Very beautiful girl, huge huggable boobs, a knockout!"

"But, Blake, you said-"

He grabbed my shoulders. "Listen, featherbrain, think I've got rocks in my head? Would I say anything that might make you jealous?"

"But I'm never jealous! I share my men, like I share my kitty."

As Blake squeezed my tits, he said, “Yes, but Jezebel you are so special to me that I shout out your name when I cum inside other women.”

“I have done the same with your name. Do you want to always keep a change of clothes in my room? When the time comes, do you want to fuck me the day before my impregnation gang bang?”

“"Yeah, honey? Will you always have a place for me in your bed and a hole available for me?”

“I would love to! Do you want to hold my hand and invite your friends to ride me?”

“Yes, will you invite me to fuck all your friends and watch while I drill them?”

“Of course, and I’ll massage your bum when you do it. When you are too old to get it up will you still eat me out?”

“Darling, as long as I have a face, you have a place to sit.”

Do you want me to suck your cock when ever you want for the rest of your life?”

“I do!”

Blake is such a wonderful man. I knew what I had to do. Warm waves of happiness flowed over me. I got down on my knees in front of Blake, there in the art gallery with my back to the plump Rubens. An old lady watched us with the pleasure of anticipation.

I pulled down his tight fitting pants. His big thick erect cock hit me in the face. I held it, gave it a quick kiss and went to his balls. I licked his scrotum and held each testicle in my mouth, one after another. His boner was raging as hard as I have ever seen it. The old lady watching us had slipped a hand under her skit and was fingering herself as she watched us. I licked up and down the sides of Blake's boner and then brought him into my mouth.

I held the base of his boner in one hand and sucked on the top end as he jabbed himself into my face. With my other hand I squeezed his muscular buttocks. I was in heaven, my favourite cock was in my mouth, my kitty was as wet as wet can be. She would have to wait until later. My tongue sword fought my best meat and then he came shooting an extra thick load into my eager mouth. I kept working on his exhausted cock bringing his **** pleasure nearer to pain. I enjoyed the friendly cum in my mouth, salty creamy and manly. Finally I let his soft rod fall limply out of my mouth and I swallowed.

The End