Broken Dreams, Dusty Roads

The Nebraska plains stretched out before us, an endless expanse of sun-baked earth and distant, hazy hills. Inside the rented RV, the air hung thick with the scent of stale coffee and the lingering dampness of the long drive. I stared out the window, the monotony of the landscape mirroring the bleakness in my own heart. The gynecology appointment had confirmed what I’d dreaded: my body had simply given up on producing viable eggs. A wave of despair washed over me, the realization that my dreams of motherhood, so recently nurtured, lay shattered like a broken vase. My marriage, built on the promise of a family, now felt like a cruel joke.

Jimmy, oblivious to my inner turmoil, shifted beside me, his presence a small comfort in the face of my disappointment. He’d driven all night, a silent, steadfast companion, determined to support me through this difficult time. He hadn’t planned to attend the track meet, but he wouldn’t let me face it alone. As we pulled into the dusty parking lot of the roadside motel, a sense of unease settled over me. The place looked like something ripped from a horror movie – peeling paint, flickering fluorescent lights, and a general air of neglect.

“Why here?” I asked, my voice raspy with fatigue and sorrow. It wasn't that I cared where we stayed, just that the atmosphere was unsettling.

“Too tired to look for a campground and hook up, and I really want to shower off the road grime,” he explained, pulling a towel from his bag. The casual nonchalance in his voice did little to alleviate my discomfort. He checked into our room, a cramped space with a stained mattress and a threadbare carpet, and quickly changed. I followed suit, shedding my clothes and crawling beneath the covers, seeking refuge in the cool darkness of the tank top and panties.

It wasn't long before I felt Jimmy slide into bed, his weight pressing against my back. The position felt awkward, uncomfortably close. I shifted, attempting to roll him over and lie on his chest, as I’d grown accustomed to over the past few months.

“Shhh. Just relax; I got you, baby,” he murmured, his voice a soothing rumble against my ear. I let out a choked sob, unable to contain the torrent of emotions threatening to overwhelm me. It was a pity party of epic proportions, fueled by heartbreak and despair. He simply ran his fingers through my hair, offering silent support, letting me unleash my grief without judgment. Slowly, the tears subsided, replaced by a heavy, leaden fatigue. I drifted into a fitful sleep, haunted by nightmares of empty wombs and lost dreams.

I awoke to the sensation of his large hand cupping my small breast, teasing my nipple with deliberate tenderness. The warmth of his touch ignited a flicker of something within me, a primal instinct struggling to break free from the shackles of my sorrow. As he moved his hand to explore my other breast and peak, a moan escaped my lips, a small, involuntary sound of pleasure. He pinched my nipple hard, then slid his hand down my belly, pausing to run his fingers softly over my skin. Then, he delicately traced the contours of my belly button before gently sliding his hand down over my panties and cupping my pussy through them.

“MMMmmm!” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion, as I slowly rolled towards him, seeking more intimate contact. I laid on my back, my legs slightly parted, inviting his touch. My hand instinctively reached out and grasped his hard cock, holding it gently in my grasp.

Jimmy moaned in response to my touch, so I began to stroke him, slowly and deliberately, savoring the anticipation of what was to come. “I want you,” he whispered in my ear, his voice laced with desire.

Using my free hand, I moved his hand from the outside of my panties to inside them, pushing it down over my smooth, hot, wet pussy. As I stroked him faster, his big fat finger slid into me, followed by a second and a third, creating a tight and pleasurable entrance. I cried out as I pushed down, taking all his beautiful cock – the cock that would fill me with sperm but never plant a seed in my barren womb. Tears welled up in my eyes again, a mix of frustration and longing. I continued to grind and thrust against him, lost in the intensity of the moment, unable to care about the reality of my situation. As I kissed him passionately, my pussy spasms, and I shuddered, overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure. Then, I came all over him, the eruption of semen a violent release of pent-up desire.

Jimmy moaned, and I felt his cock release, shooting his hot cum into my pussy; the eruption seemed never to end. My eyes fluttered shut, and I drifted back into a deep sleep, nestled in his arms, the lingering sensation of his cock still pressing against me.

I woke to a glorious sunrise, the golden light streaming through the motel window. The feeling of his hard-again cock in my pussy and shooting more hot, thick cum up into me was both exhilarating and heartbreaking. It was a perverse pleasure, a temporary distraction from the crushing weight of my infertility.

As we quickly showered and dressed, I felt a strange detachment from reality, as if observing myself from afar. Once we were ready, we headed to the track meet, the cheers and excitement of the crowd a stark contrast to the emptiness within me.

After the weekend event, which our team won, we began the long drive home. As we pulled over by some white-water rapids, I took the passenger seat, desperate for a moment of solitude.

"Turn around, Jimmy," I said, my voice barely a whisper. He spun the captain's seat, and I dropped to my knees, sliding my hands up the legs of his shorts to grab his soft cock. I stroked and rolled it in my hands, but it remained stubbornly soft, and I began to grow frustrated, yanking his cock so hard that he grabbed my hands to stop me.

“I’m not the bad guy or your enemy,” he said, gently pulling me up onto his lap to hold me as I started to cry again. After a while spent calming me down, I felt him grab and rub his soft, fat head along my pussy and clit under my short skirt. I purred and wiggled as my pleasure built, desperate for any kind of release. Jimmy used one hand to stretch and pull my pussy open and gripped and squeezed his cock hard, trapping the blood in the head to make it hard enough to penetrate me.

I moaned and wiggled down onto his cock as Jimmy pushed it in and stuffed me full. I sat straight up, and with my back to him, I started slowly grinding around in circles on his cock. Before long, he was cumming buckets into my pussy again.

Out the side window, I noticed a state trooper pulling in behind us, and I yelped. Jimmy sent me back to the bedroom and stuffed his cummy cock back into his shorts. The trooper and Jimmy made small talk at the window, then the RV started up and began to move. Jimmy yelled back, telling me to stay put because he was driving a few miles down the road to an RV park. “I’m not done with you yet,” he told me, and I could hear the smile in his voice.

Once he rolled us in and got us set up, Jimmy joined me in the bed. And he wasn’t lying; he kept me busy until the sun rose and we both fell asleep. I woke sometime later, feeling sore from his cock, fingers, mouth, and toys. Wrapped up in a blanket, I sat in the passenger seat and we made small talk until I started to not feel so good. So, Jimmy told me to go back to sleep while he drove us the rest of the way home.

As I lay down, I heard Jimmy saying a prayer: “Father, we thank You that we have each other. We pray and are hopeful it’s your will for my seed to implant in Sierra’s womb and bear fruit as your reward. Children are Your idea, Father; You thought up children and family and home. You instituted the family in the Garden of Eden. You ordered children; You commanded them when You said to Adam and Eve, ‘Be fruitful and multiply.’ You said that the barren womb is never satisfied.”

“My wife—your child—is young and willing, Lord, willing to give you a child for your glory. The Word declares that she is wonderfully and fearfully made by You; therefore, she is perfect and able to conceive and have children. Please give us the opportunity to carry out this blessing and use this magical gift to create our own family. In your name, Jesus, amen.”

Hearing his beautiful prayer, I wept softly and drifted off to sleep.

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