Angela looked down from her second floor window at the Midnight Motel. There were new cars in the parking lot and they were doing their best to fuck each other. A jeep was mounting a compact car from behind while a utility van was trying in vain to get on top of a sedan. A pickup was on its side and another pickup was tapping the underside gently with its front end. Angela wondered if that was what passed for oral among cars. She also wondered if two pickups fucking made them gay.
She laughed at that. As if gay or straight meant anything anymore. In the Old Days, sure, people fought over gays marrying and straight people being allowed to be judgmental but in these New Days, it didn’t mean shit. The sun had a nipple, cities were destroyed by the fucking of giant monsters and just last week, she watched a tribe of freaks wearing gimp masks have a war with freaks wearing thigh high boots that ended in a cannibalistic orgy that consumed both sides both metaphorically and physically until no one was left.
“These are the days of a fucked up apocalypse,” Angela said out loud.
She looked back down at the cars. The jeep blasted its horn and rolled off the compact. The compact beeped its horn sadly and then went cruising for another car. A minivan came roaring up and mounted the compact. The two vehicles rocked together in a loud gnashing of metal.
Angela toyed with the idea of going down there. If she threw herself between two fucking cars, the collision of metal would surely kill her. The grinding of vehicular fornication would crush her to nothing. It wouldn’t be a painless death but at least it would be a certain one. It would be better to choose her own death than to get killed by whatever weirdness she might encounter today.
Her stomach growled. “No,” Angela said. “I’m not going to die on an empty stomach.” She would eat first and then consider suicide later.
A hot wind blew through the busted window and ruffled Angela’s long brown hair. There were dark clouds on the horizon and they were moving fast. Angela sniffed the air but it didn’t smell like rain. The wind smelled musty and hot and for some reason it reminded her of her grandfather.
“If I want to eat, I better find something now before it rains,” she said.
Angela gathered her things which weren’t much. It was hot all the time now so she didn’t need a shirt or bra. She wore shorts because she didn’t like to sit on the ground bare ass naked and in this highly sexual apocalypse, it helped to have something protecting your pussy. She grabbed a big purse to hold whatever food she might find.
She glanced at a mirror to check her hair but it was pointless. Her hair was long, untangled and full bodied as if she had just stepped out of a salon. In this new world, cars fucked and hair stayed perfect.
Angela left the Midnight Motel through the back way. The sound of colliding cars eager to fuck was louder on the ground. She picked a direction down the road and started walking.
She didn’t have a place in mind. The world had changed since Angela was a dental hygienist and it just kept changing. Yesterday this road was made of latex and now it was back to being a road. There was a gas station down the road but yesterday it turned into a giant pink bra. Looking at it now, it appeared to be a giant black lace bra. That was what passed for consistency around here.
Angela hoped that there was something more substantial than the edible panties she found yesterday. She was fucking sick of that grape flavor. The day before she found a giant can of pudding and the day before that was seven cherry pies sitting on a waterbed. She would have killed for a hamburger or a piece of chicken but nowadays the only food she could find appeared to be foreplay, a sex aid or a damn pun.
The hot wind gusted in her face. The musty smell was back and she thought of her grandfather again.
Then she smelled bacon.
Angela started to run. The bacon smell grew stronger. It was coming from behind an old barn. She ran faster.
She turned the corner and stopped in her tracks. Spread out in front of her were cocks growing out of the ground like mushrooms. Brown cocks, pink cocks, pale cocks and some cocks as black as the night stood upright and erect in the ground.
The wind blew and the cocks wiggled. The bacon smell was so strong here.
Angela knelt in the dirt. She grabbed a cock and it throbbed in her hand. She pulled and it stayed in the ground. Using both hands, she pulled again and it popped free. A hairy ball sack covered in dirt was at the over end.
Angela’s stomach growled.
She took a lick of the cock. It tasted like bacon.
Angela looked to the sky. The sun with its brown nipple hung in the sky.
“Don’t make me eat a cock,” she asked the sky.
There was a rumble of thunder. The dark clouds were much closer now. The hot wind blew and the musty smell almost overwhelmed the bacon smell.
Almost.
“Fuck,” Angela said. She bit down hard on the tip of the cock.
The cock stopped throbbing. Mercifully, it didn’t spray blood or semen. It was like biting a hot dog except it was ten times as delicious. Angela chewed the cock and the taste of salt and pork exploded in her mouth.
Angela groaned. Her mouth was in heaven. She trembled a little. After weeks of crappy food, it was so nice to have meat in her mouth again.
Heat bloomed under her shorts. She was horny. That wasn’t new. Every since the New Days started, Angela was horny most days. The slightest pleasure made her wet. It was a wonder that she wasn’t humping cars herself.
She ate more of the cock. She chewed and swallowed it all until there was nothing but balls left. The hair turned her off and she thought about shaving it. Nah, there was plenty more cock to eat.
Angela tried to count the cocks but lost count around fifty. That was a lot of cock. She could have food for a week easily.
She could also have a few to fuck.
The hot wind blew harder. Something fluttered down to the ground. It was a slow fall and Angela stood up and plucked it out of the sky.
It was a page torn from a magazine. On one side was a picture of a blonde woman spreading her pussy. The other side of the page was a giant close up of big fake tits. It was porn.
Angela knew that musty smell now. Back when she was a teenager, she had been in her grandfather’s attic. He had been downstairs watching westerns and she was looking for old books to read. She found a bunch of trashy romances that belonged to her grandmother but she also found something else. It was a box filled to the brim with dirty magazines and hot attic brought out the pulp smell.
Angela’s hand drifted down to her shorts. She had liked the romance novels but she had loved those magazines. This was back before the internet and computers had put porn everywhere. Those magazines were her twisted windows into what sex might be like. She remembered long hair, big tits, bushy pussies and seventies fashion.
Mostly though, Angela remembered Ms. Playtoy of June 1974. The porn magazines were filled with endless white women but once in a rare while, they had an African-American model and Ms. Playtoy of June 1974 was a tall busty black woman with an afro. Her name was Jennifer Belton and she was Angela’s first crush on a female.
Angela smiled at that memory. As a girl, Angela had seen plenty of naked female bodies but there was something special about Jennifer Benton. She was the first naked black woman that Angela had seen and somehow that dark skin, exotic hair and full lips had awoken Angela to how beautiful and special a woman can look. Angela had snuck that magazine back downstairs, into her suitcase and back home so she could look in private wonder at Jennifer Benton’s unique beauty.
The wind blew and the hot smell of paper washed over Angela. It was getting dark fast and Angela had a lot of work to do. She knelt back in the ground and started grabbing cocks. She pulled a big fat black cock out of the ground and crammed it into her purse.
Another page fell beside her. This time it depicted a brunette’s nearly naked body covered in soap suds. Angela moved the page out of the way to pull up the pale white cock beneath it.
A page blew right into Angela’s face. A graphic closeup of a cock sliding into a hairy pussy filled her vision. She pulled the page off her face and reached for a nice long cock with bulging veins. It came out of the ground and she shoved it into her purse, hairy balls and all.
The ground darkened around her. Angela looked up to see the dark clouds above her. There was something else in the sky above her and when she realized what it was, she gasped.
Pages and pages whirled above her. The sky was filled with the flashing images of tits, ass, legs, cock and faces. There was no rain in the air, it was all porn.
“That’s new,” Angela said. Her wet pussy clenched in agreement.
Something sharp tore across her arm. Angela yelled and looked at her arm. A thin line of blood swelled on her tanned flesh.
It was a paper cut.
“That’s new and not good,” Angela said.
There were only three cocks in her purse but it would have to do. Angela got up and started to jog from the field. She went back around the barn and headed for the road.
Pages flew in front of her. They darted about with unholy speeds. It was a whirlwind of tanned flesh and hairy bodies. She raised her arms to cover her face as she ran. The paper nicked her bouncing tits and long legs but she kept running.
Something heavy smacked into the side of her head. Angela spun around and hit the rough pavement of the road. She scrapped her knees and screamed. Bright lights exploded in front of her eyes and she wondered what the fuck had hit her.
A loud crash landed next to her head. Her vision focused long enough to make out a black plastic case and the unwinding spool of black tape. A label proudly announced that it was Big Tit Swallowers Part Seven. It was a dirty VHS tape.
“Shit,” Angela said. There wasn’t just paper porn flying in this storm.
She scrambled to her feet. Her knees bled and ached but she ignored them. This was a storm of porn and she needed to get the fuck back to her motel.
The purse bounced alongside her full with her bounty of throbbing cocks. Her tits swung as she ran and Angela swore to find a bra first thing tomorrow. Paper smashed against her running limbs as if trying to grab her. Sharp edges of paper cut along her body in painful brief kisses. Black VHS tapes smashed into the ground, narrowly missing her running body.
Angela saw something large and colorful swoop down in front of her. It smacked into her stomach before she could dodge it. She fell backwards and luckily her head bounced off the grass on the side of the road instead of the road itself. The thing that hit her was on her stomach and it was heavy as fuck. All the air had been knocked out of her and Angela gasped for a full minute before she could move.
She picked up the large object on top of her body. It was computer monitor, the cable whipping behind it in the wind. On the screen was a video of a man jerking off. He stroked himself to a messy climax before the video started over.
This was too much. Angela was used to things not making sense but this was too fucking weird. She had survived months of this weird perverted apocalypse and she had had enough. Maybe she should just lay here and wait for something heavy to smash her skull open. It would be messy but at least she would be dead and done with this world.
A page landed on her face. Black tits covered her vision. She pulled the page from her face and her heart skipped a beat.
Ms. Playtoy of June 1974, Jennifer Belton, looked down on her from the page. She held her black tits in her hands and smiled at Angela as if she was the only girl in the world.
Angela stuffed the page into her purse. One of the throbbing cocks almost wiggled out but she stuffed it back in. She got back up and ran.
More pages flew into her face but she kept running. Monitors made craters in the ground as they smashed too close to her. Silver DVD discs flew through the air like round shrapnel.
She ran past the gas station that was now a black lace bra. It lifted up into the wind and flew off to God knows where.
The Midnight Motel was up ahead. The cars had stopped fucking in the parking lot. Angela was close. Her body hurt, she was bleeding from a dozen paper cuts and her damn tits were bruising her chest with all the naked running but Angela ran faster.
There was a crash behind Angela. The shockwave knocked her from her feet and she sailed through the air. She smacked hard into the back door of the motel. New pains erupted along her body.
“What the fuck was that?” Angela asked. She looked behind her and started to shake.
It was a giant screen. It looked like it had been torn off a theater somewhere. A twenty foot tall mouth licks a twenty foot tall pussy. The image flickered as if something was being projected onto it but of course there was nothing.
Angela opened the door and stumbled into the Midnight Motel. She hurt too much to take the stairs to her room. She stumbled to the lobby and fell onto one of the ratty couches there.
Outside the wind howled. Pornographic pages smacked against the windows. Larger items banged against the walls.
Angela struggled to catch her breath. Her purse wiggled and she reached in for a cock. It was the pale white one and she bit the tip off to stop the moving. The taste of bacon filled her mouth and she felt good. She was still bleeding and her body ached but the taste of bacon fixed just about anything.
She took another bite and reached back into the purse. She pulled out Jennifer Benton’s smiling face and contentment washed over Angela.
The world was beyond fucked up but that was okay. Angela was chewing bacon, she had her first crush in her hand and two more throbbing cocks in her purse ready to be fucked and eaten.
It was everything she needed to live one more day.
