Chapter 1

In a world not too dissimilar from ours, a young man standing on the precipice of adulthood, decided to take a very delicate matter into his own hands. He decided to take everything away from his arrogant, verbally and physically abusive father, Hank. He wanted to free himself, and everyone else, of the pain and torment of being around that piece of shit. So, he decided to use the laws to do just that. You see, here in this rendition of Earth, if you make a ‘pact’, you are bound by that pact. If you balk or renege on such a pact, you lose what the pact was for, plus you lose your freedom and go to jail. And the females have the ability to lock in their mates for life, if they so choose too. Everything else is just about the same as it is here.

I, Kψle Trident, will be a senior in high school this year. I make good grades and played soccer up until I blew out my knee at the beginning of my junior year. At six-foot-one-and-three-quarters, and two-hundred-ten-pounds, I have vibrant green eyes, blonde hair, and very fit, with defined muscles. I didn’t see myself as a particularly good-looking guy, because of how my father had brow-beat me over the years. And I don’t think I look like anyone else in my family.

The ladies, however, always stared at me. I am always polite and charismatic with them. I would just smile and nod at the ladies when they would get in my lane at the grocery store to have me bag their groceries for them. My grandfather always told me before he passed, “You need to know how to ‘earn’ money before you can ‘make’ money.” So, when I turned fourteen, I got a job as a bagger at the grocery store to earn money.

My grandfather Marcus Trident started Trident Logistics and Transport Company with his brother, Max. Max had died in an accident at sea when I was a baby, so I never really knew him. My dad didn’t start with the psychological and physical abuse of my mom and I until my grandfather had passed away when I was ten. Grandad carried me with him whenever, and wherever, he could, and that made Hank very angry and jealous of me.

I endured and dealt with my father’s abuse until I could do something about it. I had looked up the rarely used these days, ‘Pact’ laws and had studied them until I knew them by heart. The fact that my father, Hank Trident, thought himself, the end all, be all, woman’s man, helped me tremendously with my plan.

Dad is a pot belly, six strands of hair comb-over guy, who thinks he is God’s gift to women. At five-foot-five-inches tall, two-hundred-twenty-pounds, and shit brown eyes, yeah, he was all that and a bag of chips. Dad was a letch and womanizer, who had gotten two girls pregnant within days of each other. One, Kimberly, was having his son, he stayed with her, so he could use his son to manipulate his own father. The other, Monica, had his daughter, Kenzie. Kenzie was one week older than me, and the two of us only saw each other every few weeks or so.

As soon as his father had died, Dad took over running the company his father built. He used his power to bed any woman that was weak minded enough to fall for his shit. Being a narcissist, and a master manipulator, he could find one, any time he wanted to. Dad spent money like it grew on trees, this is where I understood what my grandfather had told me about earning money. Dad had once made a man watch as his wife gave him a blowjob, just to keep his job, and bragged about it. What Dad didn’t like was that my grandfather had put contingencies in place for when I wanted to take over the company.

Kimberly, my mom, was a beautiful woman, at five-foot-five-inches tall and one-hundred-fifteen pounds, with long raven black hair, smoke gray eyes, and a dancer’s body at 34C/24/30, with the perfect heart shaped ass. No one knew how Dad had managed to land Mom, but he did. Mom did her yoga and Pilates to keep her body lithe and toned. I loved my mom, but sometimes I would start to fantasize about her, then I would quickly push the thought from my mind. Mom had also noticed how attractive I had become and had the fleeting fantasy from time to time.

The things that Dad would say to Mom made my stomach turn. No one should have to be put through such abuse, and Dad, on more than a few occasions, had hit Mom. If I had known that then, I would have just killed him, and been done with him once and for all. The only time Mom said she felt love, was when she got a hug from me and that made all things bearable to her.

Kenzie, or Kenz, was a lithe and petite thing. At just five-foot-one-inch tall and a hundred-five pounds, she had a great figure, with measurements, 32B/20/24, strawberry blond hair, a few freckles, and hazel green eyes. Kenz had always looked up to me, because I would always make her feel like she belonged when she was with me. Secretly, she was in love with me, and I knew it, since she wanted to spend as much time with me as possible. Kenzie was also very smart, she would be a senior at a different high school, and works hard for what she has. Grandad spent as much time as he could with her, but most of the time it was with me tagging along.

Monica and Kenzie were bookends in every way, from their measurements to their freckles, people who didn’t know them thought they were twins. Monica was basically forced by Dad, as he had gotten her drunk at a frat party, then had his way with her. He was twenty-four, she was sixteen. A few weeks later he did it again with Mom, with both of them ending up pregnant by him. Monica didn’t hate my mom, or me, she just wanted the same opportunities for her daughter. Little did she know that I was going to make that happen, and more.

My GG, Kelly Sonders, my mom’s mom, was five-foot-five, fifty-two, and looked like she was in her thirties. GG had the biggest boobs of all the ladies with 36D/26/30 measurements, raven black hair, with some graying, smoke gray eyes, and one-hundred-twenty pounds. She kept in shape by going to yoga and Pilates with her daughters, and granddaughter. My Aunt Kelcey was recently divorced and almost bookends to my mom. The only difference was that Kelcey was a quarter inch taller and two years older.

My cousin, Kayleigh Johnston, was five-foot-six-inches tall and was a goddess in my eyes, even if she was a bitch to me. She was going to be a senior at the same high school I went to, with raven black hair and smoke gray eyes. She was one-hundred-twenty-five pounds of cheerleading muscle, with 32D/26/30 measurements.

When I started to formulate my plan, I had no idea how to treat a woman in the bedroom. I knew where I could be taught though, across the street at one, Ms. Aleza Lambert’s house. She was the beautiful redhead, goddess across the street. Who had made it perfectly clear that she would teach me all I needed to know in that regard on several occasions. She would come out and greet me with her robe almost open when I would mow her lawn, showing me that the carpet indeed did match the drapes.

Aleza was around the same age as my grandmother, she also didn’t look her age due to her rigorous workout routine. The woman had some huge pillowy looking boobs and stood almost six-feet tall. Honestly, she looked like she could break a man in half if she wanted too. One day, after I had finished mowing her lawn, during the summer break between my junior and senior year, just after my eighteenth birthday, I took a chance and took her up on the offer.

She held out her hand for me to take, so I walked over and took her hand, as she led inside, and to the master bath, where she began to take my clothes off me. She took my shirt off first, running her hands all over my chest and abs, before getting the water temp set for our shower. I kicked off my shoes and she kneeled down to remove my socks. She was not ready for what happened as she knelt in front of me, pulling my shorts, and then my boxers, down.

My cock sprang free and slapped her on the bottom of her chin. She looked up at me with a look that was full of desire, hunger, and a whole lot of lust. The look on her face frankly scared the shit out of me, it was almost feral. I could see the vein in her neck pulsing because her heart was pounding so hard, I also could see her pussy was dripping all over the floor. She reached up and took my cock in her hand and unintentionally began to stroke my cock, as if her hand was on autopilot.

“Ummmfff, ohhhh, mmmmmff,” were the sounds that came from me as she took my cock into her mouth.

“Gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, mmmmmmmmmmm, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck,” were the sounds coming from her as she tried to get all my cock into her throat.

My toes curled under as I stood there getting my first blowjob, ever. My body was on autopilot, as I reached out and placed my left hand on Aleza’s head. That got me a, “Hhhmmmmmmmm,” from her, as she sped up her efforts. She had started out with one hand on my cock, now she had two, and was desperately trying to get me to cum. I placed my right hand on her head and began to fill her mouth with cum. The amount of cum she was having to swallow was more than I thought she should be able to.

After several moments I shot my last blast of cum into her mouth. Stunned, she sat back on her heels and caught her breath. She stood up and pulled my head down to where our foreheads met, “Get in the shower, I’ll join you in a couple of minutes,” she told me.

I got in and began to clean off, but my cock was still hard, and I didn’t know what I needed to do. As for her, she joined me a couple of minutes later with, minty fresh breath. This was the first time I had the opportunity to really look at her, and she was gorgeous. There didn’t seem to be an imperfection anywhere on her, as I took the time to admire every inch of her magnificent body.

“Oh, dear God, what is happening to me? Why is this boy’s touch affecting me like this? Oh, I’m going to cum just from his touch!” she thought to herself. She, in fact, did have a small orgasm from my touch. On shaky legs Aleza got out of the shower and retrieved towels for them both. Once dry, they went to the bedroom and climbed into bed. They snuggled for a few minutes enjoying the warmth of each other’s bodies.

I had watched enough porn, and read enough how-to books, that I felt confident enough to, at least, lick my first pussy. I slid down her body making sure to spend some time on her luscious tits. After paying equal attention to each boob, I moved down to her belly button and spent some time there. All the while, she seemed like she was about to lose her mind. When I made it to her pussy she was primed and ready to blow. On my first lick, she arched her back to where the only parts of her on the bed were the back of her head and one foot, the other foot was on my back.

“Iiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeee, mmhmmffhhmmfff.” were the only sounds that she could make.

Me on the other hand, I was fighting for air. Her legs had snapped shut and were smothering me and crushing my head at the same time. Just as my vision started to fade to black, she released my head from the vise of death. With a big inhale of air, color started to come back to my vision. I looked up at her and asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yes, that was wonderful. Where did you learn how to do that?” she asked.

“Some porn videos, but mostly from reading books.”

“You read how to almost kill a woman by eating her pussy?” She asked.

“No, it was supposed to be very gratifying for the woman. Was it not for you?”

“Oh, Honey, that was more than gratifying. I saw fireworks and it’s not even the Fourth of July yet.”

I slipped back between Aleza’s legs and continued to make her see fireworks. She pulled on my hair to pull me up to her face, because she had become too sensitive for me to continue what I was doing. When I got to her face she licked and cleaned her juices off my face and then kissed me, which made my heart flutter and gave me butterflies in my stomach.

“I haven’t felt like this in a very long time, and It’s a little scary,” she whispered to me, still out of breath.

“I’ll do whatever you need me to do,” I whispered back to her.

She reached between us and took my cock in her hand, placing it at the entrance of her vagina. Then she rolled her hips to lodge the head of my cock in her. “Do you want me to be on top, Baby?” she asked.

“No, I want to see it when you give yourself to me,” I said looking deep into her blue eyes.

I rolled my hips and pushed half my cock into her. While still looking into my eyes, she grunted when I pushed deeper into her. When I reached a barrier, I stopped pushing and kissed her just above her collarbone on the left side of her neck. I began to slowly move in and out of her again, which caught her off guard. I wasn’t fucking her I was making love to her. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist, and looked back into my eyes. She didn’t know it yet, but she was losing herself to me. She was so caught up in looking me in the eyes, that her orgasm snuck up on her.

Her first orgasm with my cock was intense, her whole body shook from the experience. The second, just a few seconds later, had turned her mind to mush, it seemed. That’s when I felt it, her vagina locked down on my cock and held me in place, and she looked up to see my beautiful green eyes staring into her soul. I knew it right then, she had given herself to me, and she would never want, or need, another man for the rest of her life, which probably scared the life out of her.