Blake and the Blowjobs… chapter 9

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)

Danny was not going to be coming around for dinner, because he was allergic to so many things. I am on a blowjob-free diet to lose that extra weight. That should have been the worst of it, but it wasn't. Junior announced that he was training for hockey and he had to have a training-table diet - - - which to him meant beef, dripping with blood, whole-wheat toast, and practically nothing else. Last season he had discovered that, even with lead weights in his pockets, he didn't have what it took for a body check. Next season he planned to be something between Paul Bunyan and Gorgeous George, hence the diet.

By now, Mother was on a diet, too, a scientific one, based on what she had learned during the two weeks she had actually attended classes. She wanted to be hornier, if that was possible. Mother pored over charts and we each had separate trays like a hospital, the time I broke my ankle playing second base for the West Side Junior Dodgers. Mother says a girl with my figure should not be a tomboy, but I said that a tomboy should not have my figure. Anyhow, I am no longer a tomboy since Blake came into my life.

I would stay in bed insisting on a longer morning fuck or even just a titty fuck with whoever stayed over that night, while our budding athlete wolfed down his Breakfast of Champions, then slide out at the last minute, slurp my glass of tomato juice (twenty-eight calories), and be halfway to school before I woke up. By then it would be too late to be tempted.

I carried my pitiful little lunch. Blake started packing his lunch, too, and we

picnicked together. He never noticed what I ate or how much. He would bend me over and slip his cock under my micro-skirt. Then he would roughly rub his cock against my kitty and penetrate me doggy-style on the school lawn. Don’t get me wrong, I like being a beast getting banged in the open air, but I want more. My face pushed into the grass as I feel his cock going deep inside me from behind. His hands grabbing my ass as he grunted like a wild animal. I just want Blake to come over at night more often and give it to me hard, slow and for a long time. I want to watch his face as he comes inside me.

Blake didn’t notice any weight loss. In some ways, I didn't want him to, not yet. I planned to make him faint with lust over what I would look in my new lingerie at graduation orgy.

It did not work out. Blake took two final exams early and left for California for the summer and I spent the night of the orgy alone in my room, nibbling celery (four calories per stalk) and thinking about life. I needed to get properly laid.