How Does Your Garden Grow?
Copyright© 2017 by Mark Gander
Chapter 39
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 39 - David Howard is fed up with his life in the Mafia-controlled state of New Jersey, even if it is the only state with a working government in the post-apocalyptic world that exists since Fireball Day. Between his mob-loving (literally) wife Andrea and his psycho gay ex-friend and boss with benefits, Steven, David is more than ready to call it quits. He just won't get to do it alone.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa Fa/ft Ma/Ma Mult Consensual Gay BiSexual Heterosexual Crime Humor Science Fiction Post Apocalypse Paranormal Demons Cheating Sharing Slut Wife Incest Uncle Niece BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Rough Group Sex Harem Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Interracial White Male Hispanic Female Indian Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Squirting Voyeurism Menstrual Play Public Sex Nudism Politics
1545 hours, local time
Monday, 20 April, 2015
Serena Kurtz Youth Recreation Center
Free City of Cairo (formerly Cairo, Illinois)
The official founder of the new youth recreation center was herself engaged in some very specific recreational activities with three youths, her entire body supported by a ping pong table as they each alternated their strokes inside her cunt. She looked over at where their girlfriends were bent over side by side on a large sofa, her brother/husband, the Prophet David Howard, rotating between them, taking them from behind. Everyone involved knew that these fourteen year old virgins were giving up their cherries to Prophets, male and female students alike. They had sought such honors and made a pact, the boys to forfeit their virginities to the Prophetess, the girls to the Prophet himself.
“I can’t believe I’m getting deflowered by the Prophet himself! He’s breeding me, too, you know,” Daisy Arnold cried out as David entered her twat yet again.
“I can’t wait until the Prophetess returns to us someday, so I can get the honor of breeding her as well,” her boyfriend, Nate Henderson, replied on his thirteenth stroke inside the Prophetess Serena Kurtz herself, admiring her fine Teutonic ass as well.
The room was filled with a symphony of slapping skin and the occasional cry of pleasure. The air was thick with the scent of arousal and sweat. The youth center’s walls bore the brunt of the passionate noises, standing tall in salute to the sexual emancipation of the local youth, with their proud parents looking on and celebrating Hemp Day with some excellent weed as well as booze.
“I’m glad that they’re about to have Schumacher Syndrome, too, aren’t you, babe? Our little Daisy is going to become such a pregnant cum whore and we can pleasure her together in our marriage bed at home,” Ted Arnold told his wife, Daisy’s very own mother, Glenda.
Glenda’s cheeks turned red, a mix of pride and excitement, as she watched her daughter get fucked by the Prophet. She was slightly drunk on the local craft brew and had a blunt in her mouth, passing it around with the other parents who were also eagerly watching the action.
“So, is it true that the Hell’s Angels lost a major battle again at Galena and have had to retreat to Dixon for a possible last stand there? Word has it that there is only one faction of them left and it’s pretty decimated after that engagement, down to a quarter of its old strength,” Ted’s sister, Vanessa, asked her brother, who had taken her to bed very often of late in wife-swapping sessions with the other couples in their social circle.
“That’s what I’ve heard, babe. They’re a shell of their former selves, thank God!” Vanessa’s own husband, Jason Hurley, said as he simultaneously fondled her ass and that of his own sister, Jennifer Randall, whose husband, Ernie, caressef Jason’s balls openly in a brazen display of his current homoerotic mood.
The room grew louder as the intensity of the orgies increased. The sound of flesh smacking against flesh resonated off the walls, punctuated by the occasional squeak of the overburdened ping pong table. The six teenagers, once innocent and naive, were now lost in the throes of passion with their spiritual leaders. Their moans grew more intense as the Prophet and Prophetess pushed them closer to the edge of their first orgasms.
“Ernie, if you want to fuck my ass, just do it already! You’re a real cock tease!” Jason encouraged his brother-in-law.
“Yes, honey, sodomize my brother! That will be so fucking hot to watch! I’ll just rim his wife while you do so!” Jennifer reinforced her brother’s suggestion.
Tricia Randall and Lisa Hurley both smirked as they enjoyed their turns with the Prophet and realized that their fathers were about to have gay sex with each other. It was already a big turn-on to see their boyfriends share the Prophetess Serena Kurtz. This new development only doused the flames of arousal with fresh fuel, intenselying their delight in getting bred by the Prophet David Howard himself.
The room was a blur of motion as bodies entwined and detached, seeking new combinations of pleasure. The youths were sweaty and breathless, their faces flushed with excitement as they strove to keep up with their adult counterparts. Meanwhile, the parents, fueled by their own desire and the intoxicating effects of the potent cannabis, watched with a mix of envy and pride, their eyes glazed over as they passed around the communal joint and their hands roaming over each other’s bodies.
The ping pong table groaned under the weight of Serena, now surrounded by the eager teens. She was a whirlwind of limbs, her breasts bouncing as she took one after another into her wet pussy. Nate had moved on to Tricia, his cock disappearing between her legs as she squealed in delight. Lisa, ever the eager participant, had straddled the table and was now riding her father’s friend, Larry, who was a new elder in the local Havenite church, formerly active in the old Mormon ward, his eyes rolled back in his head as he thrust into her. The scene was a tapestry of unbridled lust, the youths eagerly embracing their newfound sexual freedom under the guise of religious rite.
The couch became a tangled mess of bodies as the adults joined in. Glenda took her turn with David, her legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked her with the same vigor he had her daughter. She threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back, as she came with a scream that echoed through the room. The sight of their mothers and fathers engaging in such carnality only served to drive the teenagers’ excitement to new heights. They watched, learned, and mimicked, their eyes wide with excitement and curiosity.
The room was now a full-fledged sexual free-for-all. The Prophet David Howard moved from one partner to the next, ensuring no one was left unsatisfied. His cock, glistening with a mix of sweat and cum, was a symbol of the unbridled passion that had overtaken the room. The youths paired off, exploring each other’s bodies with a newfound sense of urgency and lust. The ping pong table had become the center of attention as bodies writhed and twisted in every conceivable position.
Serena, the Prophetess, had shed any remaining shred of modesty as she lay spread eagle, her legs propped on the shoulders of two eager young men as they took turns filling her with their seed. Her moans were a siren’s song, drawing others in to taste the forbidden fruit of her holy womb. The parents had fully embraced the spirit of the moment, swapping partners as freely as they had swapped stories and recipes at neighborhood potlucks. It was an erotic ballet, each participant driven by the primal urge to connect and release.
David, the Prophet, took charge, his booming voice cutting through the symphony of lustful cries. “Brothers, let us focus our attentions on the young ladies! Let them experience the fullness of our love until supper time!” The men, fueled by his command, shifted their attentions to the nubile young girls. They had watched their daughters give themselves to the Prophet and were eager to claim their share of the divine communion.
The air grew thick with the scent of male musk as the men approached the youthful bodies of Daisy, Tricia, and Lisa. The girls, now seasoned by their encounters with the Prophet and their boyfriends, were more than willing to accept the attentions of their elders. Daisy found herself being passed around from one man to the next, her pussy stretched to its limits by the endless array of cocks that invaded her. She reveled in the feeling of being used, her eyes glazed with a mix of pain and pleasure as she was filled and emptied, over and over again.
Tricia, on the other hand, was a vision of pure ecstasy as Larry, her father’s friend, pounded into her from behind. Her own father, Jason, had moved to take the place of one of the boys under the table, his mouth eagerly lapping at her clit as she was being taken by the older man. The sensation was overwhelming, a delicious mix of taboo and divine that had her screaming for more. The room was a cacophony of carnality, the sound of skin slapping skin and moans of pleasure a constant reminder of the unholy communion taking place.
The night grew darker outside, but inside the youth center, the lights remained dim and the candles flickered, casting a warm glow over the sweat-slicked bodies. The adults took David’s command to heart, focusing on the young women with an intensity that seemed to defy the very fabric of time. The girls were lost in a haze of pleasure, their bodies used and abused by the men who had once been their protectors and now were their masters in the art of lust. Each thrust, each moan, brought them closer to the precipice of an orgasm that seemed to stretch into infinity.
Meanwhile, the moms, their bodies somewhat rejuvenated already, became star attractions in their own right. The young men, emboldened by the Prophet’s words, had turned their attention to the experienced women who had borne them and raised them. The air was charged with a new kind of energy as the mature bodies of the mothers were claimed by the youthful vigor of their sons’ friends. Glenda Arnold found herself at the center of a circle of hardened cocks, each eager to claim her as their own. She looked into the eyes of her daughter’s boyfriend, Nate, as he pushed into her, his youthful strength a stark contrast to the gentle lovemaking she was accustomed to with her husband.
The room had become a maelstrom of flesh and desire, each person’s moan feeding the collective hunger for more. The walls, once adorned with posters of innocent youth activities, now reverberated with the raw sounds of passionate indulgence. The floor was sticky with a mix of cum and sweat, a testament to the night’s unbridled lust.
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