Clair's big day.

A few months passed when one day, Clair was sitting on a fence overlooking the fields where naked women of all ages were enjoying the warm sun against a blue sky. It was a beautiful day. Clair watched as some of the women sunbathed, some were talking to each other, some were even cleaning each other at the pond within the fence perimeter. She saw two young women were softly giggling to each other, then slyly looked around and made their way to a spot away from the other females. One got down on hands and knees while the other kneeled behind her and slowly slid a hand between her friend’s legs. The one on hands and knees longingly looked back to her friend while softly grinding her hips against the hand and Clair could hear soft cries coming from her. Some other females turned their head to the sounds, but seeing no danger, they went on with their things. The girl on hands and knees the slowly rolled on her side and opened her legs, while the other sat herself on her ass, spread her legs too and slid towards her friend so that they were scissoring. Then under soft moaning they started grinding their wet pussies against the other. Clair smiled as she thought “You can really tell spring has arrived.”.

Two meters away from her, Terry, one of the females, sat against the fence, enjoying the sun warming her body. She was a brunette with a suntanned skin and 33 years old. As she also listened to the sound of horny females playing around in the spring sun, she said “Clair, do you never get the urge to join these women? You never fantasized about joining something this primal and basic? Just leaving your clothing behind, embracing your animal nature, the kink of acting like livestock? Getting taken care of is actually really nice, you know? Your sisters are doing a great job.”.

Clair, still looking at the horizon, shook her head. “Neh, it’s really nothing for me. I grew up between them, got nurtured by them, made friends with their offspring. But it’s like some of them left and some of them joined. If I wasn’t a Rochard, I would also be one of those that left. This is my job, and mind you, I don’t judge or want to disrespect others for their choices, I mean live and let live, but it’s nothing that I would like to indulge in.” she replied. Near the house, Blanche watched Clair from behind and spoke to someone on the phone. Then she nodded and put the phone down, smiling. She walked off the porch and yelled to Clair that lunch was ready.

Clair turned towards her and waived to give a sign of confirmation. Then she turned around, jumped off the fence and made her way to the house. When Clair walked in the house, she saw 2 plates with toasted bread already waiting for her and Blanche and her mother asked “Juice?” to which Clair happily nodded. Blanche filled two glasses with orange juice, making sure her back was towards her daughter as she put some pills in Clair’s glass. The whole lunch was fun as they talked about everything, from the ranch, new clothing, summer vacations, new music, etc. After lunch, Clair walked upstairs to her work room and wanted to do administration.

Though when she sat herself down and got to work, the temperature in the room seemed to spike. Clair started to sweat from all over her body and steadily her head started to spin. “What the…? So warm. Can’t...concentrate like...this. Maybe I should go outside and take a breather…” she thought to herself and stumbled downstairs and onto the field. She felt like she had drunk too much combined with a hardy virus as the world started to sway. She made her way toward the barn and almost fell inside. “What is happening to me?” she thought, her mind still very much sane apart for the rest of her senses driving her crazy.

Inside, she leaned against a wall with her shoulder, trying to focus her senses, without luck. Then she heard her mother’s voice from behind as if she heard it through a plastic pipe “Clair, you don’t look so good. Here, let me help you.”. Clair could only nod as her mother grabbed her by her arm and slowly helped her deeper into the barn until she got led into a small room with straw on the ground and a pole in the middle and fell on her hands and knees. In a blur, she felt her mother mess with her clothes, not really able to discern what she did, until she felt a cool breeze flowing through the barn. “M...mam, why...what...am I...naked? Why… my clothes...pants...pants-ies….” Clair muttered as she tried to stay up straight while her mother was pulling and pushing on her while being busy. Then she heard a strange clicking sound. Her mother then walked away and Clair wanted to go with her.

“M...mother, where are you go-gggghhhhaarggh!” she choked on the collar around her neck that was tied to the chain that linked her to the pole in the middle of the room. Dangling on her collar, there was a heartformed nametag that said “Clair”. While sitting on her ass and knees, she tugged on the collar without success and shook her head in defeat, silently cursing her wobbly vision and woncky balance organ. She then put her hands between her knees, supporting her swaying upper body, her perky tits jutting forwards as her back hollowed out being pulled back by the collar at the end of the stretched chain. Blanche walked back to the entrance of the barn and saw a car driving up to the ranch. She waved at the car and saw the front lights flashing in response.

A bald white man in his 40’s stepped out of the car. His white blouse and grey business pantalons couldn’t nearly cover up that this man was ripped. As he walked towards Blanche, he reminded her of a pitbull she used to own. “Hello mr Goodridge, thank you for taking a bit of time out of your busy schedule for this.” Blanche warmly said as she pulled out her hand in front of her. Goodridge took her hand gently and shook it. “Not at all. It’s my pleasure, miss Blanche. Now where is the lovely lady?” the man said with a light Texan accent. “Oh shush, you can just call me Blanche.” she blushed, swooning over the man’s big muscles. “This way, please. She is all prepped. Don’t mind the state she is in. She needed a bit of encouragement, but it’s for her own good.”.

The man listened as he walked inside the barn after her and nodded “I understand. A mother’s love can be tough.”. Blanche replied “She can just be so stubborn. She just needs a push in the right direction. Ah, here. The next on the left.”. She let the man walk in first and he saw Clair still sitting up straight at the end of the chain on her spread knees with her hands between them and her ass almost touching the ground. Seeing a shame of a human dressed in white and grey in her blurred, watery eyes, she turned her head quickly towards it, making her name tag jingle. The man squatted in front of her and gently grabbed her nametag between his thick fingers and read with a deep voice “Clair. A beautiful name for a beautiful lady.”.

Clair tried to keep her composure but asked with a slightly nervous voice “Who are you? Where in Blanche? What are you up to? Blanche. Blanche! Where are you?!”. The man softly stroke her through her hair, making Clair shiver slightly, and said “No need to be anxious, you will be taken good care of.”. When Clair saw him leave her eyesight and heard clothes rustle, she tried to follow him but lost track of him. Instead, she saw another, more recognisable blur kneel in front of her. “Blanche! Blanche, what are you planning? Don’t do anything crazy!” Clair said with a stressed voice.

She heard clothing and a belt hitting the straw floor to her left and quickly looked that way as a deer scanning for predators. But Blanche took her daughter’s head in her hands and turned it towards her and said softly “It’s all right, Clair. Don’t worry your pretty little head, my lovely little puppy eyes. It will soon be over and with a little bit of luck, you will have puppy eyes of your own.”. Clair, still trying to see what that man was up to, only listened half, asking confused “ Puppy eyes...of my own...what….mother…”. But then she shot up slightly, yanking her chain, feeling fingers softly exploring her private parts. She didn’t have much space to move in though, since the chain restricting her and as quick as she did this, she felt a hand on her lower back, holding her ass down.

Then the exploring continued and even if Clair tried, she couldn’t do anything else other than to undergo it. “Blanche, please.” she begged while feeling her lips softly getting stroked, then a finger slid through her lips, parting them, again sending a shiver through her body, right before the finger curled and crawled inside her, pushing at her warm walls. Clair felt the lips kissing the man’s intrusive finger filling up with blood, betraying their owner and opening themselves up better for further exploring. Then her clouded brain understood what her mother has been planning. “Blanche, no. Make him stop, Blanche. Blanche, make him stop! Mother! Mother please!” she yelled, as she felt her body betray her even more as the gentle stimulation of her body in combination of whatever entered her system triggered her sex in producing it’s fluids to better facilitate whatever was moving inside it.

The more the finger touched the right spots the more her pussy produced and before long, the finger was distributing her stickiness all over her cleft in preparation of things to come. Clair’s hips sometimes tried to shoot up from the stimulation, but was kept in check by the strong hand resting just above her ass as she felt herself getting lubed up. Seemingly satisfied, the finger left her cunt and after a bit of scuffling behind her, she felt two hands grabbing her lower back. Slowly a tear rolled down her cheek and Blanche softly tried to comfort her “There, there. It’s going to be ok, my dear. Don’t fight it. Just let it happen and try to enjoy it. He’s well hung, I can tell you.”. The man squatted behind Clair while leaning on her lower back then curled his hips so that his erection slid under his mate. Clair sighed as she felt the base of something big and warm rested between her lips while feeling the head near her belly button.

Her mother’s hand grabbed the rod and slowly guided it to the entrance of her daughter’s babymaker, while sliding her other hand through her daughter’s hair. Clair felt the head of the man’s thick cock settle inside her honeypot, eager to explore more of her deliciously hot and slick cave. She felt herself get stretched wide while this rod inside continued to fill her up, the chain jingling as she moved to accommodate her guest. She heard her mate moan and grunt as he mounted her while her mother softly whispered encouragements to her. “Good girl. Relax. Just take it all in. Breath. That’s my girl.” Blanche whispered as she saw her daughters breath racing when clearly the largest dick she ever had tried to penetrate her as deep as it could.

Clair looked beautiful. The blush on her face, her tits pushout out and standing at attention, her (for now) tight belly ready to call a new life it’s home for the next ninish months, ass out to give her mate enough stabilisation while getting covered. “And…” Blanche thought “...her mate looked magnificent as well. Big muscles, a pitbull of a man in the prime of his life, a real alpha male mounting this slim, beautiful and fit female she could call daughter.”. “O, god!” Clair moaned, closing her eyes and rolling her head in her neck as she the she felt the pole inside her slid out and then in again, reaching even further than before.

The man kept pumping in a slow rhythm, the chains rattled each time he pushed his dick deep inside the tight crevice of his mate. “Uhhnn. Uhhhnnn. Uhhhhn. Uhhhnnn. Uhhhnn.” Clair moaned in time with the lazy rattle of the chain as the drug in her system kickstarted her arousal and finally relaxed her. Deep inside a voice still yelled to her that this was wrong, that this was against her will and tried to warn her of the consequences, but those voices were canceled out by those that told her this was heaven, that this was just what she needed and that she should act like a good bitch.

Blanch saw that her daughter had finally give in to her mating and slowly reached behind her daughter’s neck unlocking the chain from her collar. Still a bit cautious, she watched her daughter’s reaction to her freedom from the chain. But Clair, feeling her neck was freed, just submissively sank a bit through her arms and pushed her ass up more so her mate could access her easier and deeper. With the new angle of penetration, mr Goodridge could get more of his cock inside and Clair cried with need as his cockhead tried to push through her cervix. She was so horny that she grasped at the straws under her hands as her whole body yearned for his cockhead to enter and massage her cervix.

“Push!” she cried with clenched teeth, feeling the hands gripping her hips tightly. Mr Goodridge excitedly followed her orders as he loved this seemingly sexcrazed bitch. “Fuck!” she screamed, tears rolling over her eyes and her body shook the moment mr Goodridge’s cock hit home. Blanche was getting randy from the sight of her usually level headed oldest daughter lusting for raw sex and was imagining that she was there in her daughter’s place around Goodridge’s fat cock. What none of the three people inside knew, was that Megan was spying at them from outside the window.

She heard her older sister’s screams coming from the barn and thought she was in need of help, but as she looked inside, she saw her big sis on her hands and knees, tits dangling under her chest and had the right angle to see her sister’s glistering cunt swallowing the biggest cock she’s ever seen, while something akin a gorilla was mounting her sweet sister. This sight, with her mother sitting in front of Clair with lust in her eyes and then her big sis begging for the gorilla to push everything inside her made Megan swallow hard. Even though it was her sister’s and it felt awkward, she couldn’t take her eyes off of that stretching pussy as it convulsed when the rod inside penetrated her sister’s cervix and she heard Clair cry out.

She couldn’t just storm in, but she had the strange urge to watch her sister’s pussy up close. Unconsciously, megan’s hand tried to caress her own little twat through her dungaree as she watched the fat dick inside it’s victim trying to move back out. The bumps and ridges running over the cock stimulated Clair’s walls stretched over it, while the woman tried to arch in such a way that the rod slid past her protruding clit. Her cervix though, clenched hard around the cock so that the head could not pass back through it, making Clair scream out loud. This didn’t stop mr Goodridge from trying to mate the Rochard female.

He put his hands next to Clair’s, herding over her in comparison tiny frame and started to really hump Megan’s big sister. Clair heard mr Goodridge moan and groan close behind her as she was moaning and crying in her own lust. He pushed Clair forward every time he plowed inside his bitch, making Clair really dig herself in as good as she could. “Uhhhn! Uhhhnnnn! Uhhhhn! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhh! Aaahhhhh yeah! Ahhhh fuck! Oooww fuck! Ooooww FUCK! O god! O god! Fuck yeah! O my fucking goooooooooooood!!!!! AAAAAHHHHhhhhhhhhnnnnnn!” Clair screamed as she came on the treelug inside. Her cuntmuscles rolled over mr Goodridge’s member, massaging it with all her might, trying to give up it’s price. Even her cervix pulsed around the thick of it’s head, but still the dick seemed to be needing more convincing.

Clair didn’t mind as she was up for round two, moaning so loud everyone in and close to the barn could hear it. “Ride me! Ahhhhh! Make me come again! Aaahhhh! I love that big prick inside my tight little cunt! Aaaaahhnnnn….never stop fucking me! God!” she screamed like a whore and pushed her body up against his strong chest. “Hhhhhnnn. Hhhhnnn. Hhhhhhnnn. Hhhhnnn. Hhhhhhnn. Uhhhhhnn.” she moaned with her head against his shoulder. She turned to him and softly whispered to him “Yesss. Come on. Do it. Do it! Give it to me, stud. Spray me full. Squirt it all in my defenceless pussy. Come on, baby. Pleaaaaase. I beg you. Your dick is primed and ready to shoot directly at my womb. Give me your baby. Use my uterus as a cumdump. Breed me!”. And as Clair uttered those last words, she felt his dick twitching and knew he finally gave up his sperm.

Now she didn’t knew the size of his balls, but she felt his batter fill her up nicely. His cockhead drowned in it’s own sperm inside her cervix and as she came for the second time, her cunt renewed her effort to extract as much of it’s baby making goodness inside of her. Sweating madly, her whole body shook, working tirelessly to support everything to the best of it’s abilities, glad the finale was finally there. Her cunt focused solely on cum extraction and pleasuring the cock inside it, her legs and arms supported not only her own body, but also that of her mate so that he could enjoy their mating as he laid his weight mostly on her back. And she needed that strength for at least 5 minutes longer as his dick wouldn’t come out of her cervix until it shrunk.

While the drug and her orgasm was slowly working off, Clair came to her senses and her pussy and cervix started to feel a bit stingy and itchy. While her arms could still support both their weight, it started to tax them more. Her mother was slowly caressing her hair and face and whispered “Such a good girl. Mama’s little trooper. You did really good.” and as Blanche cupped her dangling titties, her mother continued “Soon these will grow and provide milk for your little one and any other litter that will be gracing this ranch. You will be helping to raise the children of the other females, right, my little girl? Just as they have raised you and as it always goes on the Rochard ranch.”. Clair couldn’t say anything, part of largely being out of breath as she was still being mated and part of never having thought of this happening to her. Flashbacks of the past, when she was being raised by the females, ran through her head.

“M-maybe…” she heard herself softly say. Blanche looked like a proud mother and her eyes glistened with tears of joy. Megan couldn’t believe her ears, but then again couldn’t believe anything that transpired here this afternoon. Still, it all aroused her immensely and she had to get some alone time to process it all. Without making a sound, she went back to the house. Blanche stood up and whispered so only her daughter could hear it “Ok, well, I’ll be going then. Seems you two will be locked together for a bit longer, so I’ll leave you to it. Make mommy a beautiful baby and be good to your mate, ok. If he is done with you, could you be a dear and send him to me?”.

Then she walked away and said “See you at diner.” Clair rolled her eyes and diligently waited until she felt the dick inside her slowly shrunk until she felt it’s head slid past her cervix opening, which closed right up, keeping the sperm inside for her egg to drop in. Her sensitive pussy then felt his dick slid out further as if a snake slid out and the man rose to his feet. He softly slapped her wet and sticky pussy a few times and said “Keep all of that in and you’ll have a child in no time. Good luck, kid.”. He patted her on the head with the hand he just had on her vagina and Clair felt her hair stick with their sex fluids. “Yeah, thanks for your patronage.” Clair whispered sarcastically.

When the man left, she let herself fall on her side and she started to contemplate this afternoon and the possible futures. After five minutes, she heard footsteps and then felt a body spoon hers as breast cushioned and nipples pierced her back. Then Terry’s voice said “I thought this thing wasn’t for you?”. Clair responded “Ah, damn you. It’s not like I…”. But Terry interrupted “You sounded great. You’ll be an awesome mom. And I’ll be there if you decide to deliver it.”. Clair sighed and moved back more into Terry’s embrace, then whispered “Thanks…”.

Around dinner time, Clair had showered and freshened up when she walked downstairs to the dinner table. Blanche, dressed in a house robe, looked happy, saying “Hey you. Look at you. You look seriously brimming. You still had fun, even if it is not what you initially wanted to happen?”. Clair shrugged. “Mmmmm, it was good, I can’t deny that. But never do anything like that again. I won’t forgive you a second time.” she said. Blanche nodded in agreement. Clair pointed to her mother’s robe and said “You look awfully comfy. Did he…?” . Blanche smiled and nodded heavily. Clair scoffed. “Did a 30ish pussy not satisfy him enough?” she said as she rubbed her own tummy with tenderness. Blanche softly laughed as she looked at her daughter’s neck. “As long as it has satisfied you, my dear.” she said as she saw Clair was wearing her collar with her nametag on it.