Family Garden Ch. 01

The ache in her pussy and the ball of heat in her belly were threatening to overwhelm her good sense. She was nearly ready to unzip Randal's pants herself and would either give him the blowjob of his life or the ride of his life. She felt light-headed from the intense need to be satisfied.

To her shock and intense disappointment he pushed her away picking her up and setting her next to him as he calmly brushed his pants off and began drinking his wine. Unable to hide her dismay her brows furrowed, she grabbed her own drink and downed it in a single gulp.

9:00 pm -- An hour had past and Heather had not come down from her climatic orgasm once; Jason, her father had filled her womb six times not counting the one time on the couch for a total of seven time that evening. He had pulled out after an hour and curled up beside her and rubbed her belly tenderly as she was force to come down from you peak as he fell into sleep.

She too rubbed her belly but she couldn't sleep.

She knew her cycle well enough to know that she was pregnant or soon would be, she was ovulating right now and the timing was perfect. Yes, she was just conceiving with her father's child.

Smiling with warm satisfaction she continued to rub her belly.

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Charlene visibly pouted as Randal nursed his wine, when he finished he studied her, she herself couldn't figure out why she pouted so -- she should be thankful he hadn't made her break her vows. Her heart ached as she thought about it and new she had long broken her vows, it was sobering enough that she almost got up to leave.

"You look dissatisfied," Randal injected into her thoughts bring her back to attention, "There is more to this place than just this; want a tour before we go?"

Trying to clear her head she nodded, maybe a walk would unknot her belly and work out some of her angst.

Scooting out of the booth, Randal took her hand and led her out of the Dining Room and across the hall through two sets of double doors inside was the rhythmic beat of dance music. She immediately discerned the reason for dual double doors; each layer reduced the sound of the dance room to a mere thump, thump, thump of the low-frequency base that actually seemed to reverberate through the walls and ground.

The pack of human bodied was such that even holding hands they were pulled apart to the full extension of both their arms. Charlene could feel her breast pressed into backs and shoulders and chests and even into other breasts. She felt much grabbing at her ass until at one point her dress was lifted straight up to her waist, and hands grabs and pinched her bare behind and hands and fingers brushed her pussy, even a stray finger managed to split her lips and range up her vagina fingering out her juices like jelly out of a jar.

By the time they reached the other side of the room she had been fingered at least half a dozen times by as many individuals. The eroticism of it all sending jolts of ecstasy to the burning knot in her belly making her lubricate down her legs in a constant stream now.

Randal just looked at her as she pulled her cocktail dress back down before leading her through another set of doors.

This room had almost as loud music but the only ones dancing where women in G-strings and hipster or knee high boots. Men and women sat around watching and sipped coffee and lattes or harder stuff like beer to whisky shots. By the time they left the room she was bopping her hips to the music.

The next room was a 'Servant and Master' room, this room intrigued her the most as she watched women being tied with ropes, some already hung up and swinging by ropes as men played with them. There was even one woman tied and hanging that had a line of men, their long hard dicks standing out in front of them, waiting their turn at her already lubricant dripping pussy leaked out the overflowing white milk of countless men's seed already in her womb and vagina.

There were tables and racks and cuffs positioned about the whole room.

Randal stopped at one a short table length wise with leather cuffs at one end and cuffs on the floor at the feet of the tables. The table top was slanted down as well putting the woman who allowed herself to be strapped to it buttocks in the air so that as men ejaculated in her it would fill her womb and vagina like a bucket until she was brimming like the woman in the ropes.

"Would you like to try it," Randal asked, it not really a question more of a mild suggestion.

Her head -- her common sense screamed no, this was a pregnancy waiting to happen, but the knot of dissatisfaction in her womb screamed yes she wanted it -- she wanted it oh so badly.

She answered by walking up and bending over the table and inserting her hands into the leather cuffs.

An attendant quickly tightened her hands down so that now she was at Randal's mercy. Really what was the difference; she had been at his mercy since she signed the contract with him and the others. Her dress was shifted up her bum until it rested around her waist, and another attendant shackled her legs spreading them apart. Her pussy was now open and inviting to all in the room, though she was sure her contract had stipulated that Donald, Randal and Lewis where the only ones to share her. Would having her fucked by everyman in the room be a breach of contract -- would she care?

She felt something cold inserted in to her vagina then four pricks in her cervix before the cold hardness as removed.

"Randal what was that?" She asked concern in her voice.

"A muscle relaxer, so you will be less sore in the morning." He replied, but she couldn't help feeling fearful and questioning her decision to do this.

She couldn't see anything behind her only ahead or her shoulders as she felt a hard dick slide into her vagina it felt thin compared to Jason's and short it was not Randal's either. It tickled at her entrance for a short time before she felt a warm spray hit the top of her vaginal wall and trickle down to the mound of her cervix, and then pull out.

The next thing she felt was a huge mushroom head stretching her entry on a long slender stem that pushed the head straight up to her cervix. Drawing back out slowly it pushed back in that giant head rubbing her vagina stretching it to accommodate it girth. A pity the shaft wasn't as thick; all she could feel was the head. As it plunged into her warm embrace she could feel large balls rap against her clit. Oh, it felt good. The knot in her belly grew as this man slowly plunged and pulled until she saw sparks again and her pussy tightened throwing him into climax ejaculating suddenly he was savagely plugging her as hard and fast as he could each hit ramming into her cervix bulging it inward opening it up wider to accept the mushroom head that wanted to push past its blockade to the inner sanctum of her uterus.

The man pushed harder, but he just wasn't long enough to push his mushroom tip into her womb, Charlene could feel however as the mighty shots of his release hit the top of her uterus like a fire filling her up and rolling down her fallopian tubes.

How strange to feel it happening. Intercourse had never been like this with Jason.

The next dick she felt was smaller again and didn't last long thought the semen contributed leaked down and through her abused cervix to a cumulate directly in her uterus now.

She lost track of time and how many men came in her as a haze of a long constant orgasm fogged her brain.

Finally, Randal said that he was going to fuck her as she felt his 11" circumference mushroom tip even larger than the second guy that had fucked her as Randal stretched out her pussy corking all the semen already in her and then stretch her out more as his giant 12" circumference stem pushed his huge mushroom head to the mouth of her uterus and all the previous seed in front of it straight onto her womb actually distending uterus as it gushed up her fallopian tubes all the way to her ovaries.

"I still have about six inches to be fully in you Lust," Randal bragged, "Damn your tight, I am going to thrust deeper now ok."

Charlene eyes were in her skull. She had climaxed as soon as he entered her and she didn't hear a thing.

With a solid push he stretched her cervix open and pushed the head of his massive tip in until it hit the top of her uterus and was in her to the hilt his balls smacking at her clit.

She screamed as she climaxed again and sucked in air heavily as he started thrusting back and forth from the opening of her vagina to the top of her uterus it contracting and expanding with each thrust from all the semen already in her, but none of it ever leaked out around Randal's massive girth.

He came three times before he released her from the table and they left the club as white streams of man milk streamed down her thighs the whole way out.

He fucked her and came three more time in the car back to the suite, and then came three more times while in the Jacuzzi.

When she finally left to go home she had his cum trickling down her legs.

Sure hope she doesn't get pregnant he thought idly, with a smile.

10:30 pm -- It was ten thirty-thirty before Charlene got home. The lights were out in the house as she keyed open the door as quietly as she could. Tip-toeing through the house she made her way to the bedroom and undressed. She smelled heavily of perfume, sex, and cum. Her skirt was soaked with semen and lubricant as it leaked out of her pussy between buttock cheeks, and down her thighs all the way down to her shows.

Grabbing a douche bottle she slipped into the shower and turned it on, the water as hot as she could stand it, and took a one hour shower. Douching at least five times, when she left the shower she smelled like Rose petals.

Climbing into bed she was surprised to find it empty. Getting back out of bed she went back out to the living room bear assed naked to see if Jason had fallen asleep on the couch. Not there, she checked to office and the workout room. Figuring he must have gone out, she opened the door to Heather's room to check on her.

She had no night vision from turning on the lights to search for Jason through the house. So she couldn't see at all in Heather's room, but she did not need to she could hear them sleeping softly. She knew the sound of them both and knew it was no boy in her daughter's bed, it was her own husband.

She wanted to cry and scream at them! Putting a hand over her mouth to control her breathing as tears leaked down her face, her mouth stretched open in a silent scream.

How could they do this to her?

How could he do this to her?

She slowly walked in and hovered above them an open palm reaching out towards her husband and daughter curled up together.

Turning, she left quickly but silently.

Going back to her room she redressed in a new work dress and packed her necessities in a small bag. Getting her keys and phone she also went and got her work dress from the day, stinking of semen and lubricant and left the house as silently as she had come.

When she got into her car she sent a quick text message off to Jason. "Worked too late, there is a corporate suite in town; going to stay the night there. See you tomorrow after work. Charlene."

Pulling out of the drive way she went back to the suite, but Randal had left and gone home to his own wife and kids.

She wished for yesterday; today everything had changed, and nothing would ever be the same again.

Charlene couldn't find sleep when she returned to the suite. The events of her day, the contract, the partners, Randal eating her out then the following gang bang; her infidelity. How could she judge Jason and Heather, she was as guilty as they were.

She didn't want to admit her own indiscretions, that what she was doing was way worse or at least on a much greater scale than Jason and Heather, and confronting them would only end the reason she had betrayed them in the first place -- her family, her marriage.

Talking to Jason was not an option though.

She thought more about that as sleep snuck up on her.