How Does Your Garden Grow?
Copyright© 2017 by Mark Gander
Chapter 47
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 47 - 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
0800 hours, local time
Wednesday, 20 May, 2015
Hempstead High School
Dubuque, Iowa
“Attention, please! I have the honor of inviting the Prophet David Howard here, with his tribe, for this special assembly. So, without further ado, let’s give the floor to the Prophet,” Principal Marty Waverly introduced the Prophet David Howard and his tribe.
The Prophet David Howard smiled and led his group, men, women, and one demon (Tozroman), to the podium in the auditorium, at which point, almost everyone there began undressing in the chamber. He cleared his throat and chuckled before saying, “Well, I see that my reputation has preceded me.”
“That’s not exactly a surprise, babe,” Andrea Howard, his first wife, teased him.
Principal Waverly’s cheeks burned as she began to disrobe, her eyes never leaving the Prophet’s. She stepped out of her sensible shoes and let her skirt fall to the floor, revealing the crimson panties she had donned underneath. Her blouse followed, and as the fabric whispered to the ground, she unclipped her brassiere, letting it fall away from her ample bosom. She bent over, presenting herself to him, her heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement.
The auditorium was silent, the students and teachers frozen in a tableau of shock and anticipation. The Prophet’s smile grew wider as he took in the sight of Principal Waverly, her round, firm ass glowing in the soft light, her panties already damp with arousal as she slid them down to her ankles. He playfully slapped her bottom as he parted her thighs and slid inside her already drenched pussy.
The Prophet’s first wife, Andrea, watched with a knowing smirk, having witnessed her husband’s supernatural power over countless women before. She reached down to stroke her own clit, her hand moving in rhythm with the Prophet’s thrusts, feeling a warm wave of pleasure build up inside her as she watched him claim the principal’s body.
“Andrea, my love, come here and eat her ass while I fuck her,” the Prophet instructed Andrea now.
Andrea’s eyes gleamed with lust as she stepped forward, kneeling behind Principal Waverly. She spread her cheeks, revealing a tight, pink hole that was already quivering in anticipation. With a wink at the Prophet, she leaned in and began to lick and kiss the principal’s anus, her tongue delving into the depths as the woman moaned and pushed back against her husband’s cock. The scent of sex filled the room, and the students and teachers, still undressing, grew increasingly restless.
Denise then grabbed Andrea’s cheeks, as they were both already nude, and began licking her aunt’s sweet ass as well. Then Denise winked at one of the male teachers and urged him to take her from behind. She wiggled her ass at him before she resumed licking her auntie’s butt, the same aunt who was also her sister-wife.
The male teacher, Mr. Harlan Peterson, didn’t need any further encouragement. He was already hard at the sight of the Prophet fucking Principal Waverly. He stepped forward, his erection jutting out like a sword ready for battle. He positioned himself behind Denise and pushed his cock into her wet, willing pussy. She moaned into her aunt’s ass as he started to fuck her, the sound muffled by the flesh between her lips.
Meanwhile, Tozroman had noticed the commotion and the undressing students. He grinned mischievously and spotted Brittany, a pretty sophomore with long, blonde hair and a figure that had already turned heads in the school hallways. She was blushing furiously since she removed her clothes, but Tozroman’s eyes gleamed with excitement. He strolled over to her, his demonic phallus already hard and pulsing with need. “Hi there, little one. You’re the Principal’s daughter, aren’t you?” he asked, his voice a seductive purr.
“You’re Tozroman, the famous demonic warrior, aren’t you, sir? Please, take what you want! Honor me by using my body for your pleasure,” Brittany bent over a chair in the auditorium and surrendered her booty to service him.
Tozroman’s grin widened as he approached the teenage girl, his clawed hands gently caressing her soft skin. He didn’t need to be asked twice. He positioned his massive member at the entrance to Brittany’s tight, pink pussy and pushed inside. She gasped and whimpered as he stretched her, but she remained still, her eyes glazed with the same lust that had taken over the room. The demon’s cock was unlike anything she had ever felt before—hot, thick, and pulsing with power. He began to move in and out of her, his strokes deep and deliberate.
The auditorium had transformed into a sea of writhing bodies as the Prophet’s influence spread throughout the room. Moans, grunts, and whimpers filled the air as teachers and students alike succumbed to their newfound carnality. Clothes were scattered across the floor like discarded confetti, and the scent of arousal grew stronger by the second. Some paired off in desperate embraces, while others formed groups, eager to experience the full extent of the new sexual norms.
In one such group, Kyle and Melanie Howard, who had joined the Prophet’s flock back in New Jersey, had their eyes on Mindy Alvarez, a cheerleader with a killer body and a Cuban-American heritage that made her an exotic addition to the Hempstead High School student body. Mindy had recently converted during the park orgy, and due to the Schumacher Syndrome, her passion and desire were aflame. Now, naturally, the couple approached her, their own bodies already glistening with sweat and need.
Melanie parted her cheeks and started rimming Mindy, even as Kyle entered her gash from behind, making Mindy gasp from the raw power of his strokes. Mindy’s eyes rolled back in pleasure as she felt Kyle’s cock pound into her, filling her completely. She had never felt so alive, so wanted. The sensation of his hot, hard flesh inside her was almost too much to bear. Meanwhile, Melanie’s tongue danced around her anus, teasing and licking at it with a precision that left Mindy trembling with anticipation. The simultaneous attention from man and wife sent Mindy into her private paradise for now.
But the real shock came when Jenny Howard, the Prophet’s Puerto Rican wife, spotted twins Brad and Chad McAllister, both star players on the football team. The twins looked at each other in a mix of awe and excitement as Jenny approached them. She had noticed the way they had been ogling her since the assembly began and knew exactly what they were thinking. With a wink at the Prophet, she turned her attention to the two young men, their cocks already hard and pointing straight at her.
“Why don’t you two show me what you’re made of?” Jenny purred, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief.
Brad and Chad looked at each other, then back at Jenny. They were both well over six feet tall and built like Greek gods, but they had never shared a woman before, especially not one as beautiful and exotic as Jenny Howard. However, the Prophet’s influence had made them fearless, and they were eager to prove their worth to their new spiritual leader.
Jenny took the lead, straddling Brad’s lap as he sat in a chair, her legs draped over his muscular shoulders. She sank down onto his cock, her wetness enveloping him as she began to ride him with a passion that left no doubt she was a woman of experience. Chad watched for a moment, his own erection straining for attention, before he stepped behind her and positioned his cock at her tight, puckered asshole. Jenny leaned back, arching her back to give him better access as she continued to bounce on Brad’s dick, her tits jiggling with every thrust.
The twins’ eyes met over Jenny’s shoulder, and they shared a silent moment of understanding before Chad pushed forward, his cock sliding into her ass with surprising ease. Jenny threw her head back and moaned, the sensation of being filled by two men at once sending a bolt of electricity through her body. She had never felt so alive, so desired. The Schumacher Syndrome was in her brain, and she reveled in it, her pussy tightening around Brad’s shaft as she felt Chad’s thickness inside her from behind.
The Prophet watched the scene unfold with a satisfied smile, his hips still moving rhythmically as he claimed Principal Waverly’s body. He reached down to stroke her clit, feeling her shiver with pleasure as he did so. The sight of his delectable Latina taking on the twins was too much for him to bear, and he felt his own climax approaching. He picked up the pace, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he pushed deeper into the principal, her walls tightening around him as she neared her peak.
Elsewhere in the auditorium, the threesomes and foursomes grew more and more complex, with bodies entwined and limbs reaching out to touch and caress others. The once orderly rows of chairs had become a maze of sexual activity, with groups forming and reforming as the Prophet’s influence grew stronger. Teachers and students alike were lost in a haze of lust, the boundaries of propriety and morality shattered by the Prophet’s divine gift.
The orgy continued without any interruption for four hours, with everyone taking on at least several different partners. The room was a blur of flesh and passion, a symphony of moans and sighs that grew louder and more frenzied as the minutes ticked by. The Prophet moved from one eager participant to the next, his stamina seemingly unlimited as he brought each person to the brink of ecstasy and beyond. His followers were insatiable, driven by the Schumacher Syndrome to seek out new and more intense experiences.
Finally, as the Prophet came inside a lovely majorette, right after screwing her elder sister, he cleared his throat.
“Alright, time for your lunch break,” the Prophet announced, urging everyone to replenish depleted calories from the clusterfuck.
The crowd reluctantly pulled apart, their bodies glistening with a sheen of sweat and cum, panting and grinning like Cheshire cats. The energy in the room was electric, the air thick with pheromones and the scent of sex.
Principal Waverly, her makeup smudged and hair in disarray, managed to compose herself and addressed the students and staff, her voice still trembling with passion. “Thank you, Prophet Howard, for such an ... enlightening assembly. Dismissed for lunch, everyone. Remember, no clothing required in the cafeteria today!”
Her most recent sexual partner, her own daughter Brittany, kept her hand on her mother’s ass as they headed to the cafeteria, unable to resist the soft, smooth skin on her own flesh. The principal returned the favor, recalling that brief moment when her daughter crawled underneath several ladies, licking naked flesh the whole time. It had pure, sensual bliss, that particular scene.
“You two should both marry Harlan Peterson, becoming sister-wives as well as mother and daughter. Move him into your late husband’s bed, as he won’t mind. Your husband is with me in Heaven, often indulging in his own carnal pleasures with angels of both sexes, as he is now one of the seraphim himself,” God directed the two ladies as he appeared in the lunchroom.
The room grew silent once more as the divine presence washed over them. Principal Waverly and Brittany shared a look of shock and awe before dropping to their knees in front of the Almighty. They had never been intimate with each other before the Prophet’s arrival, but the power of the Schumacher Syndrome had opened their minds to the possibilities of sacred sexuality.
In the cafeteria, God took a seat at the head of the table, his celestial form casting a warm, golden glow over the food laid out before him. Two volleyball players, Rachel and Samantha, cousins who had been eyeing each other shyly across the room, were suddenly drawn to the divine presence. They approached God, their bodies moving in perfect synchrony, their hearts racing with a mix of nerves and arousal. Rachel and Samantha were both tall, with long legs and toned abs that gleamed from their morning workout. They had always shared a special bond as teammates and first cousins and now, under the Prophet’s tutelage, they were ready to take it to a new level.
God looked upon the two young women with a knowing smile, his eyes lingering on their firm, athletic bodies as they approached. He patted the chair next to him, and Rachel and Samantha sat down, their bare thighs brushing against his. Rachel was the first to lean in, her breath hot against God’s ear as she whispered, “I’ve always wanted to know what it’s like to be with you, Lord. Please, take us both at once and show us the true meaning of divine love.”