Chapter 3: The Space Bitch

Joan was driving her red pickup down the isolated dirt road leading to the farm in Xotaville. The late-afternoon Sun hit the windshield, and the sweet, earthy smell of eggplant, cucumber, and ripe bananas drifted in through the open windows.

Bulk, the huge black dog, lounged in the bed of the truck, lying on his side. His thick red cock dripped clear precum, forming a slow, viscous puddle on the hot metal.

Mary was on her knees in the passenger seat, face completely buried between Joan’s thighs. Her skirt was hiked up to her waist, panties shoved aside, pussy open, swollen, and red from arousal, leaking thick creamy slime that clung to Mary’s lips.

She sucked with starving devotion, tongue plunged as deep as possible, licking the hot, pulsing inner walls of the cunt, gulping thick mouthfuls of cream that pooled in her mouth like salty, thick paste. Her lips were swollen and glistening, braces flashing with every deep lick, drool and cum dripping onto the seat.

— Fuck, Mary ... slow down, you greedy little slut ... I’m trying to drive without running off this damn road — Joan moaned, hands gripping the wheel hard, hips grinding slowly on the seat, pushing her pussy deeper into the blonde’s mouth.

Mary didn’t answer with words. She just moaned muffled against the wet flesh, sucking harder, her tongue circling slowly around the plump, sensitive clit before plunging back deep into the cunt entrance.

Joan came again, a hot viscous squirt filling Mary’s mouth. She swallowed noisily, throat working nonstop, cream overflowing from the corners of her lips and running down her neck.

Joan felt her bladder full and tight: — Open that mouth wide, my little whore ... I’m gonna piss it all down your throat now. Drink every drop.

Mary opened wider, tongue stretched out like a welcome mat. Joan relaxed and unleashed a strong, hot golden jet straight into her throat.

Mary drank greedily, gulping big swallows, but the volume was insane: piss leaked from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin, dripping onto the seat, the truck floor, forming a stinking hot puddle that spread slowly.

Bulk suddenly woke, barking loud and fierce, alert, staring at the sky.

A deafening boom tore through the air. A fireball streaked across the sky like an angry meteor, crossing the road ahead and crashing violently just yards away. The ground shook hard.

Joan slammed on the brakes and the truck skidded. Mary was thrown forward, legs in the air, skirt flipped up, pussy exposed and dripping cum and piss mixed. One of her little shoes flew out the window.