Blake and the Blowjobs… chapter 27

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

So I got Mom and Charles in the backseat of the car, all tired and bruised from their free-use SM orgy. Then I told Junior to get their seatbelts on. He didn’t even argue.

I drove us down the highway towards California. Towards Blake and my meeting with destiny. Will I have lost enough weight for him to want to bang me forever? … enough to cum inside my kitty year after year? Does he really want me to be his favourite squeeze or will he fuck me just to be polite? I had questions that needed to be answered.

I had eaten too much at Mrs. Claus’ restaurant. I needed less food and to continue with my blowjob free diet until I got to Blake. Maybe if I just didn't eat for a couple of days I could still impress Blake.

Then Junior spoke up, “When I turn eighteen, I’ll have an orgy like Mom and Charles had. I will drink a bottle of whiskey and fuck a dozen women until they collapse from exhaustion.”

“No, you won’t”, I said calmly. His naivety was impressive.

“Yes, I will. How do you know that I won’t?” Junior insisted.

I explained, “Because on your eighteenth birthday you will be an eighteen-year old boy. Does that make sense to you?” Junior is such a twit!

“So what?” Junior retorted

I patiently explained, “Brian, tried to do what you suggest. He passed out from the booze. Everyone else had a great time, but him. He woke up the next day massively hung over and still a virgin. It took him a couple of days to recover before he could even try to have sex. By then he was off in the boy’s barracks alone, miserable and trying to get use to the new situation.”

“Well, I’ll be different!” Junior insisted.

“You mean on the eighteenth birthday, you won’t be an eighteen-year old boy?”

Junior retorted, “Well, what should I do? What did you do? Didn’t you have an eighteenth-birthday orgy?”

“ Yes, I did have an orgy, but it was strictly planned. And, I’m a girl; we are built differently. Mother made sure that everything went well. There is more to it than just inserting a boy part into a girl part. You need to trust other people to help you.”

“What sort of help?” Junior asked.

“Advice from someone who has been there.”

“Uh…” He hesitated.

“There will be many experienced women who want to give you your first fuck. Let them help you. Pick one women and have one small drink. Eighteen-year old boys only last about a minute or less inside an actual woman and then go to sleep. They will improve with experience. Believe me, I have been that actual woman too often. ”

“Do you like a lot of eighteen-year old boys?” he asked.

“I have had many, but I like my men to be a few years older. They last longer.”

“Does that make you a slut?” he responded archaically.

“And proud of it.” I said firmly.

I explained like a teacher, “Also I stay in Mom’s house, which will become mine when I have children. The house used to be grandmother's, and her mother’s and grandmother’s before her. You will go off to the boy’s barracks. You will probably get a woman pregnant, but will never know about it. The baby is the woman’s alone.”

“It’s not fair”, he complained “The boy’s barracks rooms are tiny, almost closets. And you will still have a big room with a triple bed.”

“Don’t sleep in your barracks room. Sleep in the bedrooms of lots of horny women. There are roughly the same number of men as women and most of us want to be fucked by two men each night. So there are never enough men; you will have your chance.”

“Of course!” he retorted.