Anyway, we got in the van and drove. We never took the highways, only the swervy back roads of some state that seemed like a mixture of Ohio and Massachusetts.
Our sex life was no-go, but I still liked her tall petite body and I stared at her constantly. Every now and then I would grope on her leg and try to work my way out up her dress, but she would stop me by yelling and pulling my hair and slapping me. I would stop for a bit, cry, regroup, and try again. To calm me down she would occasionally give me a hand-job, but that was it. Not once during the road trip did she let me at her puss.
After about three days of non-stop travel, we decided to stop the van at a barn for a little rest. The locals in that region were known for being hospitable, and we knew they would treat us well and feed us well.
We got out and mingled with the residents. The mom of the house had eight chins and made great grilled cheese sandwiches. While I ate the sandwiches Steph wandered upstairs to meet the woman's sons. There were three but the two oldest were off at work killing deer and bears and things like that. The youngest was a video game enthusiast. He called himself a tester but he was not in fact working for a video game company, and he was not testing the games, he was just playing the ones he owned over and over again. The real sad thing was that he wasn't even good at them. In fact, he had beaten this one particular game ten times and he still had to use cheat codes.
Steph always was a fan of dweebs . She would say how she liked men who did not know how attractive they are. Well, this guy, if attractive at all, definitely didn't know it. Steph simply entered his room and he got erect. The poor guy was speechless, so scared that he was paralyzed. Fuck, Steph just got on his dick and started to ride and ride. The boy was in complete bliss with my pretty girlfriend riding his dick at a ferocious pace.
Partway into the riding she leaned over and took a bite out of his face. She took off the skin and the bone all in one chomp. The kid just laid there shocked, spurting blood. She took another bite, and then another, and the kid continued to bleed.
We ran to the van and drove it frantically, knowing once the family discovered the cheekless boy, they would want revenge. I drove wildly, but after only three miles, a curb got the best of me and the van flipped. Steph and I proceeded on foot.
After a bit of running we found ourselves in this grass that was so long that we couldn't touch the ground. We just kicked and paddled like it was water until we found ourselves at the door of a rather expensive hotel. There was no way we could afford a night at the place, but we figured we would just walk around the restaurant section and hope for free food.
Ah, they had this delightful spread with all these bagels and tiny cups of orange juice. It was so delicious that we practically forgot about the family that wanted to torture and execute us. At one point I saw an old lady and her two huge sons. They had hate in their eyes. That hatred - which was especially visible on the oldest and largest son-- was directed towards us. I remembered that they were the family of the boy Steph murdered/molested and that they wanted us dead. I grabbed Steph, and we began to run.
We made a dash to this old fortress and tried to hide, but the fortress had a fatal flaw - it had no walls, only columns. The Greeks had built it during this war that happened a long time ago, and they lost because they built columns instead of walls. It was stupid, and so were we. The family caught us and we were to be executed right there and then.
They tied us up and then started to choke us with silky bed sheets. Our guts began to pop out of our bodies, and it was not pink and moist like I had imagined, but just brown, and dry. We died and that was it. Sorry.
