Blake and the Blowjobs… chapter 14

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)

We got ready for our summer trip immediately thereafter. So we went to California. I was ready to throw my weight (which was still too much) in with Charles, when California was mentioned. Mother seemed to be happier with a regular man to ride and I wondered if he would want a turn with me. We are like a lion’s pride, with women sharing conquests. But so far he stuck to riding Mother.

I hadn't expected to see Blake until fall. I put thoughts of bouillabaisse and Shrimp Norfolk out of mind; Blake won, but it was nearer than I like to think. I adore Blake and want him to ride me most of all, but the distance physical and emotional has been rough.

The trip was hardly a case of merrie-merrie-be. Junior sulked because he wasn't allowed to take along his lifting weights, and Mother was loaded with charts and reference books and menus. Each time we stopped she would enter into long negotiations, involving a personal interview with the chef, while we got hungrier, and hungrier. I was hungry for food and cock.

We were coming to Kingman, Arizona, when Mother announced that she didn't

think we could find a restaurant to take care of our dietary needs. "Why not?" demanded Charles.

"The people there must eat and I don’t just mean magical mouth sex."

Mother shuffled her lists and suggested that we go on through to Las Vegas.

While they discussed it we slid through Kingman and turned north toward

Boulder Dam. Mother looked worriedly at the rugged hills and said, "Perhaps you had better turn back, Charles. It will be hours before we reach Las Vegas and there isn't a thing on the map.