Fate Cries Foul, Renier Larouche [hot novels to read .TXT] 📗

ass, pulling at the fabric that clung to it. Within seconds, her panties were down to her knees.

In an instant, he pulled back while she was mid-kiss. Gwen found herself frustratingly licking at the air, the force upon her mouth gone. Scott returned to staring at her again, running a hand through her short hair. Gwen felt as if she was being inspected, her breath quickening.

"My sweet little garden girl, reach down and unbuckle my pants while not breaking eye contact." Gwen nodded as she did not break the line of sight, her hands working clumsily as the she heard the pants drop to the floor. He loosened the tie he was wearing, then reaching down, rubbing her shoulders. In a flash, he moved his hands to her waist, lifting her up and plopping her on the table. As his hands came down, they removed the panties.

"Are you ready, my dear slut?" Gwen's head tilted; skin tingling in anticipation due to multiple words in that sentence. With a lustful look, she simply nodded. In less than a second, he grabbed her again by the hips and slammed his penis against her vagina. Her exhilarated labia graciously parted for the cockhead as the rest of her body shuddered from sensation. Her nerves danced as the cock disappeared inside of her inch by inch, their gaze never breaking as she sucked on her bottom lip. His pace slowed as more and more entered, the heftiness of the nice sized cock pushing at her muscles. Gasps and moans escaped her lips as the cock wedged in, Scott's balls leaning against the edge of the table as Gwen realized the cock was fully sheathed inside of her.

The two shared eye contact as Scott solemnly held his stance for nearly a minute. This was the closest that they had ever been both metaphorically and physically. Gwen grabbed his shoulders, the strained look on her face displaying adequately the various processes now occurring in her body. He took a moment to take the sight of her in and really feel her body in the moment, recording the event for all time in his brain. Then, with an ease, he pulled back. He then slammed forward immediately, the entire cock filling Gwen up again in a fraction of the time.

Gwen's body bucked forward as she grunted, her body hitting against Scott. This time, there was no long pause. He pulled back and plowed forward in no time causing Gwen to jerk back and knock over the watering can. Scott grabbed Gwen's ankles and lifted them up. "Straddle," he said, simply.

He used the instance to loosen some buttons on his shirt, his own brow full of sweat. Gwen stared at his glistening chest as she hooked her ankles around each other, squeezing. "Good garden girl." He then slammed forward again, her groans very audible and high pitched. Scott did not pull all the way out, instead keeping most of his cock in. He started to jab her with precise movements, rolling her hips as he pushed her back against the wall. "Take it, garden girl slut."

Gwen shut her eyes as her groans become very frequent, each sound coated in joy. Within a few minutes, she figured out how to straddle him properly, matching the rhythm of her movements with his. She gripped the edge of the table, sweat now forming on her. The jagged movements became more fluid as the two worked together. One of Scott's hands found its way to her breasts, groping them through the dress. The other rested against her clit, massaging it as he prodded his cock inside of her.

Scott paused again, grabbing Gwen and wrapping her in his arms. "I am really going to take you now, garden girl. Prepare yourself." Gwen gasped in response, feeling the jabs hit her a little faster. Then, they hit a little harder. Then, a LOT harder. Her breath became jagged, her noises boisterous as Scott's hips started to piston. She lost control of her own movements, dropping her legs and then gripping Scott's back. Scott grabbed her in turn, really pounding deep her in an intense barrage.

"Oh, fucking FUCK, fuck, fuuuuuuuuuuuck, FUCK!" Gwen screamed, embarrassed by the banality of her sounds when they echoed across the greenhouse. Her head was on his shoulder as Scott found her g-spot. Now, he was focusing on that, causing her eyes to pop open as she really groaned. "Yes, yes, YES! Do it! Take me! Fucking TAKE... ME!" Scott was not done yet it seemed, but Gwen could not hold back. The orgasm came upon her quicker than any in memory, her body quaking quickly. She let out a series of victorious moans as she felt her juices spill out over the counter and against the penis, the pleasure filling every inch of her form.

That seemed to be enough to motivate Scott. "You have been taking birth control, right?" Gwen was in a daze, coming down as she nodded. And with that, she felt the first of a long torrent shoot inside of her. The warmness splashed upon her inner labia with a second and third spurt to follow. Each spurt became less thunderous as Scott stood there, shuddering and shaking, letting loose inside of her. He slumped back after the last shot, the pair of them breathing heavily in unison.

Gwen looked down, feeling the warm cum roll down her legs. There was a puddle of the wet goo there, leaking out of her onto a shiny glaze of her own biological output. Gwen swallowed as she regained her breath. Scott's smirk returned to him as he reached down and patted her on the head, almost as if she was a puppy. "Good, garden girl. Good slut. You don't mind being called a slut, do you?"

Gwen rubbed a hand on his face as she slowly came back down to earth. "I think that word is pretty apt at this point."

Scott's smirk grew wider as he grabbed her hat, placing it back on her head. He then picked up her panties, dangling them in front of her. "Then you don't mind if I hold onto these as a keepsake then?"

Gwen mirrored his smirk. "I would be honored." Scott laughed at that. He grabbed her waist and pulled her off the counter. The cluster of sperm slid upon her hips, some of it rolling onto her ass and more of it down her legs.

"You still have a lot of work to get done today, garden girl." She reached up and kissed him on the cheek. Then, she leaned over straight in front of him, her ass right at him as she picked up the watering can, some cum oozing from her. He couldn't help but to give her a quick spank.

Gwen smiled as she stood up. "Well, you know I love to work," she cooed as she walked to the sink, sighing joyfully as some cum rolled down her right leg.

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-Present-

Gwen sat in her car for a few minutes processing the situation. The night prior gave her a chance to calm down and reflect on the situation. She decided to trust Scott. The sun stalked her from overhead and she wondered what the day had in store. She mused on what punishment would be bestowed and if all of this would ever make any sense.

Exiting the car, she trudged into the backyard, noticing that Scott with already surveying the plot of land, a box next to him. The fact that the land was once again back to basics irritated Gwen less than it had. There was some greater purpose and the idea that said purpose was truly sinister was highly unlikely.

Gwen stood beside Scott, looking over the brown dirt. "Round four, I guess?"

He smirked down at her. "Well, someone is far less grumpy today. That's good, because you need to make up for yesterday's work. Open the box."

Gwen stared at the man incredulously. She leaned down and pried open the top of the box. The sunlight penetrated the opened box revealing what seemed to be green shoes. As she pulled them out, she realized yes... they were a pair of four inch heels. "You want me to garden in heels?"

Scott stared down at her with a glare of curiosity, wondering what her reaction would be. "I want you to garden in nothing BUT heels. Cloths in the box, garden girl."

Gwen stood there for a good minute, staring at the heels. This made things far more obvious. She had a boyfriend now and had a business... and the commitment she mad to Scott was years ago. Of course, she also was shocked to realize that midway through her deep musings on what to do, she had already taken off her shirt and put it in the box. With a sigh, she reached for her sports bra and put that in the box as well. Her breasts flopped out, her small pink nipples illuminated in the morning light. Her brain shut off as she kicked off her tattered work shoes, unbuttoning her pants and kicking them into the box. Finally, she rolled the panties down her legs while she was bent over, finishing off her task.

Scott smirked down at her, rubbing her shoulders gently. She now stood right in front of the plot, in the center of the yard, in absolutely nothing. Her breath was ragged as the sunlight washed over her bare form, shining upon her skin. "I am glad you still trim down there like I taught you. Now put on your uniform."

She nodded with hand obedient expression on her face. She sat next to the wheelbarrow, the moist grass tickling her ass. She slid the heels on her feet, having Scott help to stand her up. She stood in nothing but the heels as he handed her the hoe. "Now, I will be watching you work as I have been the last few days. Please, just get the whole field done. Not perfect. Quantity over quality."

Gwen's brain still raced too fast to concoct words. She nodded solemnly. Scott leaned down and kissed her head, taking the box of cloths with him as he left in his car. Gwen turned to the once again empty field. With the hoe, she walked onto the bumpy soil, balancing on her heels. The unsteady ground made movement far from easy, causing Gwen to almost trip within her first few steps. After a few minutes, she adapted to walking on the dirt in the heels. With the first hard swing of the hoe, she slipped and fell into the dirt. Obviously, this was literally going to be a down and dirty exercise. Thus, Gwen treated it as such. Instead of the careful planning of the last few days, there was just raw work. She quickly learned how to handle the hoe without falling over, though each slam made her breasts wiggle like mad. She focused on making sure that the entire plot would be tended to, be it haphazardly. When she fell into the dirt, Gwen just crawled to her next objective, treating her situation with pure veracity. Her knees and legs as well as abdominal area became quite filthy and dirty as she tended to the plot.

By midday, she had enough holes to cover the entire garden. She grabbed the bag of seeds, curling them against herself as if walking a tightrope. As she past each prepared hole, she threw down a seed or two. This was a quick step with all of the seeds in the ground in no time. When done, she playfully threw the seeds aside, actually laughing as they spilled out all over the ground.

For time's sake, she crawled to each hole. The sun's might beat down upon her, caking her in sweat along with the dirt as she manually covered each hole while on her knees. Time moved at a dependable pace, but Gwen didn't care. The activity proved to be beyond exhilarating and