How Does Your Garden Grow Chapter 4
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David had a lot more stamina lately, no doubt due to whatever condition Amanda gave him, so he was a lot better able to keep up with Andrea and the other ladies than in the past. It was a glorious new experience. He didn’t even seem to get sore like he had in the past. He didn’t know what the deal was that, but he was rather pleased with it. His balls churned out a superhuman, supernatural volume of jizz, too, much to the delight of Claire, who was the last lady to get his stiff cock buried inside her prior to Brandy/Brandon.
“Wow ... that was some epic, next-level porn star studmanship, Uncle David!” Denise whispered into his ears as she kissed her way down his back and guided him into Brandy’s ass.
Brandy was now balls deep inside Andrea’s hot pink, gooey twat, several loads of cum adding to her freely flowing pussy juice due to so much steamy sex. If she minded taking David’s thick rod deep up her booty, she could have fooled everyone. Far from resenting the pleasurable stretching of her cornhole by the powerful prick as she plundered its owner’s legal wife, Brandy welcomed every last push against her highly stimulated prostate. The further that David thrust himself inside her bottom, the more that Brandy could long-dick Andrea, after all. Being sandwiched between man and wife was a truly ecstatic feeling that could hardly be easy to match. It really let her experience the best of both worlds, that of a man and of a woman.
“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum ... I’m gonna cum!” Brandy warned Andrea just as she prepared to shoot off her moneyshot.
“Do it! Cum inside me ... I’m gonna cream myself again! David, honey, cum up Brandy’s ass! Please! Blast her booty with your load!” Andrea urged Brandy and David, just as she squirted yet again from the sheer anticipation of one more spill of spunk inside her.
Brandy lost it completely and emptied her balls deep inside Andrea’s creamy cunt, coating her pussy walls with yet another load of jizz. David could feel the difference and finally dropped all self-control, spurting out more than enough cum to soak Brandy’s bottom at last. He rose awkwardly and limped his way to the bathroom to shower and piss, definitely having earned it with such a stellar, athletic performance in bed with so many women. Denise followed him into the shower, not surprisingly, as she was his niece and the first companion to join him just last Friday morning, less than a week ago.
“Well, Uncle David, if some pregnancies didn’t result today, I would be very shocked. Between everyone who got royally fucked, in a good way, of course, we’ve no doubt got somebody knocked up as they should be. Thank you, my sweet uncle, for going along with that. You’re the best leader, stud, uncle, lover, husband, etc. possible! I’m proud to be your niece as well as your lover, your girlfriend, wife, well, you get the idea. Piper’s a splendid hostess, ain’t she?
“I must admire Aunt Andrea’s hard work at taking so much dick, too, even if she clearly enjoyed it a lot. That takes some real dedication to pulling that train, no doubt of that. That woman was born to be fucked, wasn’t she? She should have been a fucking porn star, honestly. I want to be just like her, spreading my legs freely and taking on as many lovers as you ask me to fuck. What would you think of that, my stud uncle, of me being every bit the slut that my auntie is, even as you spread your seed everywhere in our group to the max? Sluts and studs are a perfect match, don’t you think?” Denise expressed her thoughts and feelings while kissing David repeatedly and passionately on his face, neck, shoulders, and chest.
“Frankly, especially after today, after yesterday, even, I want to be the ultimate stud husband and I want all of my wives to be the ultimate slut wives. I will take as much pride in watching my wives take on armies of strangers as I hope that they show about me doing so, too. Imagine how great it could be, knowing that our entire community is a free-love one where everyone could and would fuck everyone else?
“No one would stay a virgin past the age of consent, that much we could expect. The moment that you’re fourteen, you’ve got every adult and youth of legal age ready to pounce. I want teenage boys fucking their recent babysitters, for instance,” David agreed with and expanded the basic concept with his own thoughts on the matter.
“I want to be such a babysitter ... a lot. Seducing fourteen-year old virgins on their birthdays, no less. Of both sexes. I want to be knocked up at least once or twice by such lucky lads, too. I’m glad that you’ve come around on this matter. And yes, I still want to finish my tutelage under your guidance, Uncle David. Thankfully, that kind of schooling doesn’t interfere with motherhood, which I view as my main vocation.
“Well, that and slutdom. Or slut wifedom, as you would say. I particularly want to wake my fourteen-year old son on his birthday with a blowjob and ride him until he fills me up with his cum. Then get on all fours and let him do my ass!” Denise confessed her fantasies of enticing teenage boys into sex that she increasingly felt of late.
“Wow, you’re very much a chip off your auntie’s block! A natural-born slut, aren’t you? I mean that as a compliment, of course! I might have known from the sheer number of wild and kinky things that we’ve done together lately. Threesomes with your aunt and with Amanda, for instance. What would you do with our daughters, honey buns?” David inquired while fondling his niece’s sweet ass.
“Rim them and eat their pussies until they scream my name, and then guide your cock into their various holes. Fourteenth birthday, here comes the dick and the tongue! Would you bugger our sons when they come of age, too, pretty please? I want them to get used to servicing Dear Old Dad with their throats and butts as catamites should.
“Every youth fourteen years and up should be a catamite, among other things. They should be pretty boys. Trollops. Dandies. Sucking cock and taking it up the ass, but also not neglecting their moms ... and sisters. They should be Mama’s boys, too. Incest is the best! No doubt of that!” Denise moaned as she welcomed David’s groping of her sleek cheeks.
“They should also take turns fucking Brandy and being fucked by her, if you ask me,” David proposed.
“Oh, naturally! Brandy was born to be versatile, to Top as well as bottom. That’s just her lot in life. I picture her being naked and sore a lot, when she’s not simply hiking up her dresses and skirts to bend over for so many folks. Her sweet ass will get a lot of traffic, that much is clear,” Denise laughed as they finished the shower and came out to find that Piper made a quick and easy brunch for them all.
“I’ve never eaten ham or bacon before, but I could get used to this,” Azita remarked as she chowed down on the club sandwich.
“Me, neither. But I agree. Was strictly kosher in the past, just like you were apparently halal. But hell, yeah, this was what I missed? Yummy!” Connie concurred.
“We’re already breaking a thousand religious laws, anyway, with all of the orgies. We might as well go all-out in violating taboos. In for a penny, in for a pound, as they say,” Allen agreed with his recent mistress.
“Delicious for sure! I still miss Brazilian cuisine of late, but this is pretty damn good, makes it easier to handle,” Mercedes confessed.
“Well, the day is young enough. We have more time left than expected. Do you want to go ahead and ... empty our accounts, so we can get more money spent and gear purchased?” Amanda suggested.
“As long as I get to do so, too, and we come right back here when we’re done. Agreed?” Piper proposed.
“That’s a deal! Then we can eat some supper here, too! My treat, though I’ll draft some sous chefs for sure,” Piper winked at them, being particularly eager to see Kyle at work in the kitchen, since Melanie had bragged on his culinary skills.
“Good, but I do have to clean up a little with a quick shower. I got so much cum in my pussy that it would smell enough to be distracting to some. I’ll be out before you know it. Plus, I have to pee, too,” Andrea stated as she went and pissed while she showered.
On the road, the group quickly opted to go in smaller groups, so as not to panic anyone or draw too much attention. There was a Mafia consigliere named Tommaso Vitelli out looking for his daughter, presumably, and they didn’t wish to help him find Edda. She didn’t want to stay with her mobster father anymore after all. The first group to hit the Garden State Bank, the closest one in that part of Princeton, was composed of Karen, Salome, and Claire. Since they wore clothing this time around, albeit rather skimpy, the amount of attention that they drew was minimal, but they were still nervous wrecks. The longer that they were in public, the higher the risk, after all.
“Okay, next up are Allen, Mercedes, and Andrea. Sound fair?” David instructed them, getting firm agreement on that idea.
Things moved as smoothly as possible there, too. The cash cache continued to build with less panic or hysteria from the tellers so far, at least. This was rather good for business, of course. Twelve out of twenty-six people in the group were now financially unentangled, as much as possible, with the State of New Jersey’s and its Mafia overlords. Similar results happened with Piper, Clark, Clement, Brandy, Fujima, and Curly. This brought them up to eighteen out of twenty-six, and with three of the ladies lacking any such bank accounts in the first place, that reduced the remnant to just five.
“Okay, that’s ... Brock, Rudy, Vernon, Lyle, and Jason, right?” David read aloud the names of Melanie’s self-declared “love slaves” remaining on the bus.
“So, you’re closing this account for good, Ms.Tempest?” the teller asked Jordan Tempest, the bank teller and last of the Howard tribe to close her bank account at the Pennington, New Jersey, branch. “Yes, I’m afraid so. I am leaving this state,” Jordan explained. “Best of luck. You’re gonna need it in Philly,” the teller sardonically remarked. The group made a slight detour through Pennington, which now put them in yet a different jurisdiction, not that they were fully safe from the Mafia....
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Love StoriesI love plants. Flowers, trees, bushes. All of them. I really enjoy working on them. Smelling them. Feeling their different textures. Taking care of them. I’m a gardener and it’s the job of my dreams. It doesn’t pay very well, but I enjoy it. I enjoy working outside. I enjoy the manual labor. I enjoy my life. And that’s what’s important, isn’t it? But I also have a problem. One that most men probably envy me for. Because they don’t know how it is. I’m a hunk. I’m 6’7” and built like the...
Holding hands we skipped down the hall. Ship suggested we see what sort of setup Mother had before we decided on how we got clean. "You'll be surprised." was all she would say, as her right hand scratched under her left perfectly cloned boobs. So did Simone ... same hand, same breast ... together. I was sure it wasn't preplanned. As for our reeking clothes, she suggested we use the 'refresher'. The refresher is some kind of ionizing cleaner that clothes are hung in, the door shut,...
“Fun Center? Looks more like the fart center,” Lindsay didn’t look impressed by the two small buildings pressed close together at the edge of the property that Eddie introduced as the Fun Center. The twin buildings did seem very plain almost like warehouses next to each other compared to the much more ostentatious parts of Sunny Manor. There was a fenced in garden on one side and what appeared to be a third smaller unmarked building down an alleyway. “We built this as a phase two for Sunny...
Confused Ramblings of a Gardener 1. History Julia put her pen down, leaned back in the kitchen chair and stretched her arms out. This exercise complete, she leaned forward once again, neatly folded the completed letter and slid it into an envelope with her completed job application and photos of her work. With a sigh, she addressed the envelope and put it on the side ready to post. A waste of time maybe, but Julia knew that she had to be honest. Archie made his weekly rounds of...
Brenda and Peter had been married for about seven years. It was, in many ways, a marriage of convenience. They had sold their tiny little flat in Winchester and bought an old end of terrace house in a little place well out in the countryside. Peter was always busy at his office and it was quite normal for Brenda to be on her own most evenings until late. The house needed a lot doing to it but their budget was not really enough to employ anyone. Brenda began to wonder if they had made a...
ExhibitionismIt was a beautiful Saturday afternoon. Warm and sunny, with a slightly cool breeze, and a smattering of fluffy white clouds.Spring had sprung, the snow had finally melted, and the trees were just beginning to bud. We strolled through the park, hand in hand, as we did every weekend. The fresh air and beauty of the park were both invigorating and relaxing. It helped me recharge, helped us keep fit and active, and we always chatted about anything but work."I had lunch with Betty yesterday," she...
SeductionIt was a beautiful Saturday afternoon. Warm and sunny, with a slightly cool breeze, and a smattering of fluffy white clouds.Spring had sprung, the snow had finally melted, and the trees were just beginning to bud. We strolled through the park, hand in hand, as we did every weekend. The fresh air and beauty of the park were both invigorating and relaxing. It helped me recharge, helped us keep fit and active, and we always chatted about anything but work."I had lunch with Betty yesterday," she...
SeductionThe warm sun rained down on me as I knelt in my garden. The fresh smell of flowers and bushes combining with the peaceful tranquility of moving the garden dirt around with my shovel. As I squatted doing my daily morning chore, Cynthia peered over her wood picket fence and gave a snort. "Think she'll finish on time this go around?" Florence looked me over, inspecting my progress before checking her stop watch. "Its gonna be close. She still hasn't even put in the Azalias." Oh fuck I...
I’m Anne a 36 year old housewife, married for 14 years. Just after we married we lived in a quiet suburban area near York. This story is about what happened just after I married my husband Eddie. I was only 23 and at the time I had shoulder length blonde hair, a good figure with 34DD boobs which looked even bigger because of my slim waist.After six months of marriage I lost my job and Eddie suggested I take a break from working and stay home for a while before looking for another job, which I...
My name is Tony and I’ve been a landscape gardener now for a few years. I have been happily married to Dee now for over three years. Before the story I am about to tell you I hardly even looked at another woman (honest!). There had been a lean spell as regards to work and I was seriously worried about how I was going to make a living. It all changed when Dee recommended me to Mags, the lady whose house was used by her keep fit group each week as she lived in a huge house with a huge empty room...
“So, are you really going to wear just a top for the rest of your life?” Colleen inquired of Jenny, who shrugged a bit. “Actually, I think that I might go full nudist eventually. It’s a step in that direction. But for now, until further notice, strictly bottomless. It can and will be lots of fun, I think. I’m going to love the looks on men’s faces when they see my tattoo as well,” Jenny giggled between bites of her Caesar salad, the appetizer in the rather nice, home-cooked meal that Tom and...