Blake and the Blowjobs… chapter 15

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)

So, I was in the car, Charles, Mother's new squeeze has a turn at driving. Mother thought that he was lost.

I day dreamed about Blake mounting me from behind, with my face in the lawn. It was rough and animalistic. My tummy was upset from my harsh diet, Blake fondled by generous breasts and without out a word shoved me over. I was wearing no panties and my kitty got sunshine. Blake mounted me like a dog in heat roughly shoving himself in, satisfying his own needs. He shoved into me deeper and further and harder.

As I though of him, my hand stroked my kitty under my skirt and travel blanket. At the time, I wanted a slow comfortable face-to-face fuck. But now, I just wanted him. Or frankly at this point anyone. I hadn’t gotten laid since we left home. Charles had stuck to riding mother.

Charles gripped the wheel and looked grim. He will not backtrack for less than a landslide, as Mother was learning.

I was beyond caring. I expected to leave my bones whitening by the road with a notice: She tried and she died.

We had dropped out of those hills and into the bleakest desert imaginable when Mother said, "You'll have to turn back, Charles. Look at your gasoline gauge."

He set his jaw and speeded up. "Charles!" said Mother.

"Quiet!" Charles answered. "I see a gas station ahead."

The sign read Santa Claus, Arizona. I blinked at it, thinking I was at last seeing a mirage. There was a gas station, all right, but that wasn't all.

You know what most desert gas stations look like - put together out of odds and ends. Here was a beautiful fairytale cottage with wavy candy stripes in the shingles. It had a broad brick chimney-and Santa Claus was about to climb down the chimney! There was a naked woman sticking out of his giant sack. Jezebel, I said, you've overdone this starvation business; now you are out of your head.