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warning: There are explicit scenes of incest, explicit scenes of forced sex, explicit scenes of intimate 1on1 sex, and explicit scenes of bondage and gang bang sex. There are explicit scenes of virgin deflowering and lesbian sex as well as oral, anal, incest, interracial, cheating wife, loving wife, hot wife, cuckolding, and impregnation sex.

(Dear Readers,

I want to tale the opportunity thank you for you interest in my story and your feed back, mostly in the form of favoriting and voting. It’s been 7 years now since I published Family Garden Ch. 01, and 9 months since I came back and continued the series. I will soon be submitting my next chapter but along the way there has become a need to come back and revise chapters 1-4 for continuity. These are not big changes but I can’t stand the conflict. I feel I have grown as a story teller as well, so this has also afforded me the opportunity flesh out parts of the story that I felt lacking. Additionally, I have added new content and a new steamy scene.

For new and old readers, I want to thank you again, and I hope you enjoy Jason, Charlene, and Heather Galdren’s story about their…

Family Garden.

– Pinkender) – May 19, 2020

The Family Garden – Legacy of Charlene Lust

By: Pinkender

Story Arc 1 – Chapter 1 – The Contract

February 4, 2008

12th Grade Home Room – 8:00 am

A cacophony of 32 teenage voices annoyed Heather as she sat waiting for the bell to ring. It was the start of the week… The start of the day… Home Room in the morning!

Everyone seemed to be filled with energy, talking and smiling, laughing at crude jokes and gossiping, while she felt like she had grit in her eyes. She had a few friends she liked to hang with at school although none of them were in her Home Room. Still, even if they had been, it wouldn’t have changed the fact that she would rather be home, in bed!

Thank God this was her last year in school! Being born September fifteenth, she was 18, and a year behind all the kids her age that were Spring babies. If only she had applied herself, then she would at least only have half days!

She regretted that now…

Heather looked out the window at the cold windy rainy weather. It was just another typical Seattle winter. Colder than a fucking Witches’ tits!

Heather unzipped her coat. She was bundled up until she was a formless mannish shape, but somehow, her ass was still always cold and her massive 36J cup breasts were always sweltering! Shrugging out of her coat, she stood up from her desk only long enough to tie the arms around her 32 inch waist highlighting how much smaller her waist was compared to her breasts, and just how large her unsupported tits were as they bounced when she sat back down!

If tying her coat sleeves around her waist emphasized how small her waist was and how large her breasts were, then covering her ass with her coat exaggerated just how wide her hips and thick her booty was! Making her gravure model ass’ets extremely apparent to any boys that cared to pay attention. However, Heather never thought of it that way, rather she used her coat and sweatshirts almost all school year to cover up her most embarrassing body part. Her humongous 45 inch wide hips, fat bubble butt, and curvy thighs!

(Ring DING DING DING….) Rang the bell throughout the school signaling for students to get to their Home Room classes and be seated. The noise hurt Heather’s ears, as it did everyone’s by the way they grimaced at the sound. The absurd ringing went on for entirely way too long! When the assault on her eardrums was finally over, the teacher stood up and started taking attendance, Mrs. Critchen droned on monotonously as Heather fought her boredom.

Listening for her name among the other students was beyond tedious! Stealthily, a hand snuck around her left shoulder and grabbed a handful of her overly ample watermelon sized breast and proceeded to squeeze so hard she squawked in pain, then hissed in outrage at being violated! Jumping in surprise, she batted the hand away and while still half in her seat swung her left arm back at her assailant catching him in the jaw!

It was Michael!

It was always Michael!

He was such an ass!

Rising the rest of the way out of her chair, Heather raised her right fist to follow up, but Michael looked up at her with a menacing grin and his eyes were glinting dangerously and she knew he was prepared to retaliate…

Instead, she leaned in close knowing a fight with him would only be humiliating for her, and whispered through gritted teeth, “If you ever touch me again, I will yank off those jelly beans you call testicles and that turtle you call a dick! Got it!”

Undaunted, he purred, “It was worth it Holstein!”

Trembling in outrage, she blushed profusely before turning to sit down. It was then that she realized that everyone in the classroom was staring at her.

“Michael! Go to the office now,” The teacher yelled, “Sexual harassment is not allowed in school!”

“But,” hatay escort Michael started to protest.

“Get out now!” Mrs. Critchen screamed, as she nearly pulled him out of his seat and pushed him towards the door. When she turned back to Heather, she too visibly shook with outrage.

“Are you alright,” Mrs. Critchen asked as she knelt down beside her, “Do you need to go to the bathroom and collect yourself?”

Oddly, Heather felt almost as embarrassed by the attention from Mrs. Critchen as by being groped by Michael. She was also surprised to feel tears on her cheeks, and brought her hands up to hide her face as she silently wiped them away, before answering in a humiliated trembling whisper, “No, I am fine.”

Michael wasn’t the first boy to grope her breasts, though he might have been the hardest to squeeze. This is how it was in school for her since the fifth grade. In 1 year, from the fifth grade to the sixth, she went from 97 to 160 pounds. She looked like a little brown ‘Pillsbury Doughboy’!

That was a rough year…

The next year, and the second half of the sixth grade, she was still fat but just before school ended she started growing. When her seventh grade year began, she had grown from 4 feet 10 inches tall to 5 feet 11 inches.

Her face, hell, her whole body had changed! Maturing from childish to womanly seemingly overnight. She went from a 160 pounds, fat, 4 foot 10 inch little girl to a long lithe 135 pound, 5 foot 11 inch woman with perfect 32B cup breasts, a 24 inch waist, and 32 inch hips! By the end of the school year, Heather gained 10 pounds as her breasts grew to 36H cups, her waist stayed a slim 24 inches, and her hips and ass grew to 38 inches!

When she finally started highschool, she wanted to die when the physical education teacher weighed her at 150 pounds, and no matter how hard she worked she couldn’t lose it. She blamed her weight on her grotesquely fat breasts that finally stopped growing at 36J cups, with a tiny 30 inch waist, and 40 inch hips! From then on the other girls called her fat, wide load, thunder thighs, dairy cow, Holstein, and such. The boys, well, the ones that thought as the girls did called her the same names or ignored her, which shattered her self esteem. The gay boys were friendly, but always seemed to think she needed style and grooming advice. As for the rest, the pervs like Michael and the more aggressive lesbians felt entitled to grab her ass and breasts. Her worst experience however, was being ambushed and forced to have sex with a lesbian named Joan. She was built like an NFL line-backer and outweighed her by a hundred pounds at least!

All of it muscle…

September 16, 2007 – Gym Class

Hot and sweaty from running the mile. Heather moaned as hot water washed over her. Self-conscious about her body, she had waited until all the other girls were done showering and had already left to sit on bleachers and wait for the bell signaling to go to their next class.

She was finally alone, but there was still no time to relax! She had to wash fast! There wasn’t much time until the end of class and the start of her next.

Lathering up her hands, she spun in a circle letting the hot water rinse her sweat away. Her long jet black hair, that normally fell to the bottom of her ass cheeks, was up in a clip to keep it dry as she washed her face and neck first. She didn’t wear makeup just a little clear lip gloss, she wasn’t vain but she did think it accented her plump pink mouth very well. They were her most attractive feature, after her eyes…

Lathering up a rag, she started washing off her body at her shoulders and down her arms, then moving to her chest and the tops of her huge watermelon sized breasts before lifting each one as she washed underneath…

“Fuck! They’re so fucking heavy,” She mumbled, as she let them fall and slap her ribs as she wash down her firm yet shapely belly.

There was only a hands width from the bottoms of her breasts to her navel, and quickly she was running her hands over the small mound around her belly button before sliding her hands down her lower abdomen to her shaved hairless pubic mound. Her taupe-brown skin glistened under the soap and water, a gift from her Asia-Indian mother, as she twisted to wash around her gargantuan 45 inch hips and thick bubble butt!

“Fuck! I’m a fucking caricature drawing,” She growled sarcastically to herself.

Using her right arm and hand to hold her breasts, Heather arched her right foot up on its balls and turned her knee out. Hunching over while holding a bar of soap in her left hand, she pushed between her thick thighs and washed her shaved taupe-brown pussy. Flicking the lips of her vulva, she ran a finger over her clitorus down to her vagina before washing between the pedals of her labia.

She repeatedly tickled her pussy until her belly felt hot! All the while lying to herself that she was only making sure she was clean before washing down her inner thighs to her knees. Finally, ığdır escort she finished by scrubbing her thighs, first the left thigh before switching hands and arms holding her breasts, and then the right thigh before cleaning her perfect heart shaped bubble butt!

Suddenly, she was seeing stars as her head rebounded off the tile wall! Pain shot through her knees as she collapsed, and then she was sliding down the wall, her body limp as she hit the floor, her head smacking and rebounding off the tile!

“You’re a pretty Dairy cow aren’t you,” Joan sneered in her ear, “Deceptively so! You dress like a guy, with those large baggy shirts draped over those gargantuan Holstein breasts to be tucked into your low-rise jeans so no one can see your perfect hourglass figure!”

“Such a perverted body,” Joan hissed, “With those huge cow udders you call breasts, and that thick heart-shaped ghetto booty!”

‘Why am I so heavy all of a sudden,’ Heather wondered.

‘Why isn’t Joan helping me up?’

‘Why can’t I move?’

Her arms wouldn’t work! Her left arm was trapped under her breasts and her body, and the right was trapped in the small of her back! It was so weird… She wanted to scream for help!

‘Why isn’t Joan getting whatever has fallen on me off?’

‘Why can’t I scream?’

‘Why was it so hard to breathe?’

“You have such an intoxicating body,” Joan whispered, “I think I will fuck you, Holstein!”

“Wha…,” Heather rasped, her laboring lungs on fire!

Heather’s whole body quaked as Joan caressed her ass…

She tried to inhale as Joan slipped her hand between her ass cheeks and plunged her thumb into her anus…

Heather’s eyes were bugging out of her head…

Her mouth wide open in a voiceless scream she could only hear in her head…

Joan slid 2 middle fingers between Heather’s pussylips and sliced through her hymen with her nails! Her eyes widened in surprise as scarlet liquid began flowing out of Heather’s vagina…

Streaming around her ensconced fingers…

Coursing down her vulva…

Pooling between her labia and collecting in her clitoral hood…

Cascading over…

Running between her pussylips to her pubic mound…

Turning the white tiles pink as blood collected between her thighs before steaming hot water washed it down the drain!

“Damn! Why you’re a virgin Dairy cow! Nice,” Joan purred incredulously, and then she curled her nails painfully into Heather’s vaginal walls as she growled sadistically, “Congratulations Baby, you just lost your virginity to a girl. I was the first to fuck your naughty body! How does that feel?”

Heather couldn’t say anything…

She couldn’t breathe…

Joan raked at the walls of Heather’s vagina with her nails, pressed her thumbnail into her rectum savagely, and then used her last two fingers to slash at her clitoral hood! Heather kicked and fought, she tried to scream and fight, but it only made Joan shift her weight further reducing her ability to breathe. It felt like it went on forever…

Then Joan changed tactics…

Thrusting…

Whisking…

Rubbing…

Until, Heather began to respond to the constant massage…

‘Why?’

‘Why do I feel this way?’

‘Why is it beginning to feel good?’

Suddenly it felt as if she were a balloon…

Her vagina the hole to blow into…

Joan was blowing her up until…

Heather’s orgasm burst in her head!

Stars danced across her eyes…

Bottle rockets burst in her head…

Finally, she went limp!

“I hope it was as good for you as it was for me,” She heard Joan taunt just before darkness consumed her.

The Gym Teacher found her an hour later when the girls in the next class came in to shower. She was splayed out on the white tile floor. Hot water still raining over her prone body as blood pooled between her thighs before washing away. Coach Busch assumed that she had slipped and hit her head, even when the girls pointed out that Heather was bleeding from her vagina, they excused it with the assumption that she was on her period.

She was taken first to the nurses office, and then the hospital. However, in the end she didn’t dissuade them of the notion that it was a slip. After all she couldn’t bear the humiliation of the whole school knowing the truth! When she returned to school she always took her showers with the class, and anytime Joan came by, despite her denial of the truth, her body would shake uncontrollably and she would wet herself on many occasions. Other times, she puked…

The Present – Home Room

The bell rang and Heather sighed as she let the memory fade away and went to her first class as Mrs. Critchen watched her with a concerned look on her face.

“God, when will this be over,” She thought as she stood to go to her first class?

Construction Site – 10:00 am

Jason looked at the architectural plans drawn up for the house before him.

He ısparta escort was a reserved man, given to seriousness and quiet thoughtful reflection. With strong thought out opinions and a stubbornness that gave him the strength to stand apart from soft headed conformists. However, he valued freedom of individuality and opinions when he talked to his subcontractors, and even when he disagreed he always respected them and valued their point of view. This respect, along with a strong hard working ethic made him popular and a good manager. Besides his ethics, it helped that he was a fairly attractive man, at least with the female subcontractors and women in general.

Standing just under 6 feet tall, Jason sported golden hair and green eyes. His hair was wavy and his shoulders were broad and strong from years of carpentry. He cut a good figure even if he still couldn’t figure out how he had landed his goddess of a wife, Charlene! Personally he thought himself not a beautiful man, rugged maybe, all he could do was try to attain to handsome or, at least, well dressed and smells good. All in accord with his personal motto, ‘Don’t help ugly out.’

Using an iPad, he videoed the framing in place before him. The video was overlaid with an Auto-Cad app that rendered the house in 3d and using GPS allowed him to walk through the house and see what was built and where it should be according to the plans. So far, it all looked pretty good. The house was the last in a new development and was going well. Walking out of the house, a silver Suburban pulled up and a red faced stocky man jumped out.

“Hey Jim, how’s it going?” Jason called out crossing the packed dirt that was the yard, strewn with materials and equipment.

“Hey Jason, it’s not going so good man,” Jim answered, tension etched on his face.

“What’s going on?”

“Man, I gotta let you go.”

“What, why,” Jason asked, feeling as if an iron vise was squeezing his chest.

The world felt like it was swaying just a little!

“I’ve got to cut costs. I ran as far as I could, but with the real-estate market crash, none of these homes are moving. I am in debt up to my ears and way beyond. This is the last house I build, I will manage it myself then I am going bankrupt. I’m sorry Jason!”

Jason felt his world crumbling, ‘How were they going to pay the bills next month?’

They had no savings! He and Charlene and Heather live paycheck to paycheck as it is already, and yet, he felt pity for Jim and understood his situation. Bolstering himself, Jason put his hand out for Jim to shake, “Well Jim, this house is well on its way. Thank you for the job these past ten years and I hope the best for you.”

It wasn’t the reaction Jim had expected, the look of shock on his face spoke volumes. Taking Jason’s hand, he smiled, “Jason you’re a good man. The best man I have… had… and you’ve shown remarkable grace, thank you. When I hire again I will give you a call.”

“Thank you, Jim,” Jason answered stoically, then after making sure he didn’t have anything that belonged to Jim, he left.

As he drove away he contemplated stopping by the liquor store. He wasn’t a big drinker but he certainly felt thirsty now!

Gorden, Dole, and Smit Law Office – 10:30 pm

Charlene pushed the file cabinet drawer closed with her hip before moving to the next cabinet, found the drawer she needed and pulled it open. Filing the legal documents, she moved on again until the job was done. On her way back to her desk, she smiled, taking pride in her work. The pride of one that does her work well, of one that no matter the job she performed, it was always to the very best of her ability.

Straightening paperwork on her desk she sorted her next tasks out, items to notarize, then letters and notices to mail, and then more filing. The bell on the door jingled and she looked up to see the bulk mail delivery man, Stanley Whitaker, coming towards her.

“Delivery for the lovely Miss Charlene,” Stanley said quietly.

Signing for the package she took it with a smile and took a deep breath that had her breast nearly popping out of her low cut V-neck blouse, before she purred graciously, “Thank you Stanley.”

Her smile never faltered as she patiently waited until Stanley’s eyes finally made it up to hers from ogling her cleavage. Seeing he was caught, he smiled bashfully and left with a quick, “Good day to you Miss Galdren!”

Charlene’s smile turned mischievous as she watched him leave. This was her quiet little game with him. Stanley would come in and flirt and praise her beauty, and she would give him a little tease to make his day. He never went any further and so she never had to either, and it was fun since he was so easily flustered!

When the door closed behind Stanley, she looked at the name on the package; Donald Smit. Getting up, she sighed, it was time to do battle once more as she sashayed to his office.

Gorden, Dole, and Smit was a small law office mostly dealing in bankruptcy, end of life planning, debt collection, and a few small claims cases, however they were extremely profitable. Charlene was the receptionist, secretary, paralegal, and notary-public. The firm had five other paralegals as well, but she was senior to them all and quite often vastly more productive, doing their jobs and hers.

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