0 comments/ 73177 views/ 24 favorites Family Garden Ch. 01 By: Pinkender Chapter 1 City Life 8:00 am - The cacophony of the class annoyed Heather as she sat waiting for the bell to ring. The start of the week, the start of the day -- homeroom in the morning, everyone seemed to be filled with energy while she felt like she had grit in her eyes. She would rather be in bed -- thank god this was her last year, being 18 and a year behind sucked. If she had applied herself she would only have had half days, she regretted that now. It was the middle of winter now as she bundled up until she was formless mannish shape and yet her ass was always cold and her massive J-cup tits always sweltering. Her coat was off while she was sitting in the classroom with the arms tied about her small 24" waist; she used her coats or sweaters in this manner almost all school year to cover up her most embarrassing body part -- to disguise her 49" wide hips and bubble butt and curvy 25" thighs. (DING DING DING....) Rang the bell through the school signaling that everyone should be in homeroom and seated. The noise hurt her ears as it did for everyone by the way they flinched at the sound. It also took way too long. The teacher stood up and started taking attendance. The droning off of the names was tedious until a hand snuck around her left shoulder to grab a handful of her ample watermelon breast and proceeded to squeeze hard producing a squawk from her as she jumped from the groping, batted the hand away and while still half in her chair swung her left hand around in a fist catching the guy in the jaw. It was Michael, he was an ass. Jumping out of her chair Heather raised her right fist to follow up, but then leaned in close knowing a fight would just be more humiliating for her and get her in trouble, she 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!" Smiling he nodded, "It was worth it." As she turned to sit back down trembling as she blushed profusely as she realized everyone in the class room was staring at her. "Michael, go to the office now," the teacher said, "Sexual harassment is not allowed in school. Get out now!" The teacher, Mrs. Critchen, visibly shook with outrage at the scene. "Are you all right Heather," Mrs. Critchen asked having come over and knelt beside her, "Do you need to go to the bathroom and collect yourself." Oddly, Heather felt almost as embarrassed by the attention as by being groped by Michael. She was also surprised to feel tears on her cheeks and silently wiped them away as she answered with a heavy voice, "No, I am fine." Michael wasn't the first boy to grope her breast, though he might have been the hardest to squeeze. It was how it was in school for her; the girls called her fat, wide load, thunder thigh's, dairy cow and such. The boys -- well the ones that thought as the girls did ignored her, the gay boys ignored her which was fine, and all the rest of the boys as well as some of more aggressive lesbians felt inclined to grab her ass and tits liberally. The worst had been a linebacker built lesbian named Joan. Joan outweighed her by a hundred pounds -- a hundred pounds of muscle two months ago just a day after her 18th birthday. Joan had caught her in the gym shower, self-conscious she had waited until everyone had left the showers to change leave and she was alone. -------------------------------------------------- She had to wash fast there wasn't much time until the end of class and the start of her next. Her long buttocks length jet hair was up in a clip to keep it dry as she used soap in her hands to wash her face and neck first. She didn't wear makeup just a little clear lip-gloss she wasn't vain but she did think that the lip-gloss accented her pink lips very well -- her most attractive feature, she thought. Lathering a rag she started washing off her body at her shoulders and arms and 36" chest, under her arms to her watermelon sized J-cup breasts. 'God they are so heavy,' She thought lifting them to wash underneath then down her ribs and belly. Her taupe-brown skin glistened under the soap and water, a gift from her Asia-Indian mother, as her hands washed down her small 24" waist to her gargantuan 49" hips, 'God she felt like a caricature drawing.' Holding her breasts with her left arm, she hunched as she used her right hand with bar of soap in hand to wash down her lower belly to her shaved taupe-brown pussy. Flicking the lips of her vulva making sure she was clean, then down her inner thighs before she moved her hand behind her to clean down the crack of her perfect apple shaped bubble butt. Suddenly she was seeing stars as her head rebounded off the tile wall, and slid down to meet then ground. "You are a pretty one," Joan sneered in her ear, "deceptively so, you dress like a guy -- with those baggy shirts tucked into you low-rise jeans, no one can see you have a perfect hour glass figure with those watermelons you call breasts and that perfect ghetto booty." 'Why was she so heavy all of a sudden,' Heather wandered? Why wasn't Joan helping her up? Why couldn't she move to get up? Her arms wouldn't work with one trapped under her breasts and her body, the other was trapped in the small of her back. She wanted to scream for help! Why wasn't Joan getting whatever had fallen on her off? Why couldn't she scream? Why was it so hard to breathe? "You have an intoxicating body," Joan whispered, "I think I will take you for myself!" "What are you talking about," Heather rasped out of laboring lungs, before she felt Joan's hand caress her buttock, before Joan's hand divided her cheeks as her thumb plunged into rectum. Heather felt as if her eyes where bugging out of her head; her mouth wide open in a voiceless scream she could only hear in her head as the two middle fingers of Joan's hand slipped into her pussy up to the knuckle slicing her hymen with her long sharp nails. "Damn girl you're a virgin -- nice," Joan said incredulously, and then continued in a more satisfied tone, "Congratulations baby, you just lost your virginity to a girl. I was the first to fuck your naughty body! How's that feel?" Heather couldn't say anything, she couldn't breathe, as Joan rubbed the linings of her vagina and rectum together and her last two fingers rubbed her clit. She kicked and wiggled, it only made Joan shift her weight further reducing Heathers ability to breathe. It felt like it went on forever as her body began to respond to the constant massage. Why was it beginning to feel good? Suddenly it felt as if she were a balloon, her vagina the hole you blew into blow it up until it burst in her head and she saw stars and her body went limp. "I hope it was as good for you as it was for me," she heard Joan taunt, as darkness consumed Heather's consciousness. -------------------------------------------------- The Gym Teacher had found her later on. The Teacher assumed that she had slipped. Heather didn't dissuade her of the notion, but she always took showers with the class now, and anytime Joan came by she shook uncontrollably, if in the locker room she wet herself on many times. The bell rang and she went to her first class. God when would this be over she thought as she rose to go to her first class? 10:00 am - Jason looked at the architectural plans drawn up for the house before him. He was a reserved man imposing enough he guessed to command authority; standing just under 6' tall with golden hair and green eyes. His hair was wavy and his shoulders where 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, otherwise his motto was 'Don't help ugly out'. He was not a beautiful man he knew that, but he did try to attain handsome or at least well dresses. Using his iPad he videoed the framing in place before him over laid with a Auto-Cad program that rendered the house in 3d and using GPS allowing him to walk thru the house and see what was built and where it should have been according to the plans. It all looked pretty good; the house was the first in a new development and was going well. Walking out of the house a silver Suburban pulled up. "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 got to let you go." "What, why," Jason asked fervently feeling as if an iron vise had just griped his chest. The world felt like it was swaying just a little. "I got to cut costs, I ran as far as I could when the real-estate bubble burst and the markets crashed but none of the 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. Sorry man!" Jason still felt his world crumbling, how were they going to pay for the bills next month? They had no savings, and yet he felt pity for Jim and understood. Bolstering himself Jason put out his hand to Jim to shake, "Well Jim, this house is well on its way. Thank you for the job the past ten years and I hope the best for you." It wasn't the reaction Jim had expected, the look of shock spoke volumes, then 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 Sir," Jason said stoically, then after making sure he didn't have anything that belonged to the Job site or Jim he left. He wasn't a big drinker but Jason certainly felt thirsty now. 10:30 pm - Charlene pushed the file cabinet closed with her hip as she moved to the next file cabinet found the drawer she needed and pulled it open. Filing the legal documents, she moved on again until the filing was done. On her way back to her desk she took pride in her work, the pride of one that does her work well, of one that no matter the job she would perform it to the very best of her ability. Straightening the things on her desk she sorted her next task out - items to notarize. The bell on the door rang and she looked up at the door to see the bulk mail delivery man standing before her. "Delivery for Gorden, Dole, and Smit," he said quietly. Signing for the package she took it. "Thank you," She said as he smiled and exited. Looking at the name, Donald Smit, she got up and trekked to his office. It was a small law office mostly dealing in 'Bankruptcy' and 'End of Life Planning' and a few 'Small Claim's' cases. She was the secretary for them and a paralegal and notary-public. They had five other paralegals as well, but she was senior to them all and quite often she did their jobs and hers. Knocking on Donald's door, he was on the phone waving her permission, she went in and set his parcel on his desk then began to leave. "Wait a sec Charlene," Donald said his hand on the phone. Standing there she began to feel nervous. The call took about ten more minutes before Donald hung up and took a breath. "I -- We have reviewed your request for a raise Charlene," Donald said getting up and directing her to the couch, motioning for her to sit, and then closing the door he sat in a chair directly opposite of her, "by way of review it been ten years since your daughter turned eight." "Yes sir." Charlene confirmed. "So, why now if I may ask?" "Sir?" "Why now? You have gotten raises before. You have been here for ten years happy with what you make. The pay raise you are negotiating is pretty substantial. Why now, after ten years?" "Well sir, times change and quite honestly I am worth that much to you. You have five other paralegals and I do as much work and as any three of them." "Are you sure about that?" Donald asked a contemplative look on his face. "Yes Sir, I am. I have tracked their performance and my own as well as you partners, I can produce them if you wish," she said determinedly as she began to move to get up. Putting his hand on her knee he motioned for her to stay put. "There is no need, I have seen them and compared them again my own. You do -- do good work, and you are very much worth the raise you have proposed, but I have a counter offer." Charlene decided it was a good time to be quiet and waited for the counter offer. Reaching over for a briefcase, opening it and pulling out a very thick file he set it on the brief case with both hands over the file as his fingers lightly taped it. "In this file is a contract and non-discloser agreement," pulling out a form he handed it to her, "sign here saying that you will not speak of this offer to anyone, breaking the contract will result in immediate dismissal and a possible civil suit at our discretion." Looking Donald in the eyes, Charlene could not fathom any reason for a non-discloser on a counter offer, and yet she signed it anyway and handed it back. "Good," Donald said and pulled out the rest of the forms, "We will not only meet the wage increase that you have asked for but increase it another twenty-five percent thereby making you the highest earning secretary slash paralegal slash notary-public . In addition is a full scholarship to Washington State University to get your law degree. You will work for us obviously for the three years the degree takes to get, and an additional three years after that before you can compete or use your degree at a competing firm." Charlene could feel herself breathing hard, she felt hot, almost unable to breathe. Trying to compose herself, she smoothed out nonexistent wrinkles on her dress, still a little smile turned up the corners of you rosebud mouth. She was about to say that she accepted but Donald stopped her. "There is one more thing," Donald said most seriously, "all of this is contingent on you being willing to sacrifice yourself more than usual for the greater good of you family. You will have to make yourself available to all us partners only any time for anything we want for the six years you are under contract." Charlene was not sure what he meant and it must've shown on her face. "Think about it, this is a large pay raise and a nearly hundred thousand dollar education we are offering you. How many times would you sleep with me for a hundred grand, two hundred -- three, because with that degree you will make much more than that. So -- for a million plus would you be willing to do anything we wanted of you anytime no questions asked." Charlene felt fire in her face and ice in her stomach. The thought intrigue her and revolted her. Her first inclination was to jump across and rip out Donald throat, but her pussy itched for the taboo, and the money was needed. The question was; what was her price to become a prostitute, and; what was the price of her loyalty to Jason. With all the control she could muster she stood. "Can I think about the offer?" "Yes, the offer is here in this briefcase," Donald said a smirk on his face. Damn him he knew he had a tempting offer. He knew she was driven. Sex -- Sex was nothing but a physical thing. It was her and Jason that was the conundrum, was she loyal -- faithful? Would she give herself to them or keep herself for Jason alone? Why not both? More seriously Donald continued, "The offer expires if you mention this to anyone, and we will know if you do." With that he opened the door for her to go. When Charlene returned to her desk she saw that she had a message on her phone and picking it up she keyed around until she brought up her text messages. "Jim is bankrupt and closing shop, I just lost my job today. Cheers!" -- Jason Setting the phone down she walked back into Donald's office, "I accept the offer with the following addendums, you said one hundred, two hundred, three hundred thousand this would bring me if I sell my body to you three -- on top of the raise and hundred thousand dollar scholarship I want another hundred thousand up front since I am at the greatest risk of contracting something from you all and pregnancy. As well as, a pregnancy clause that will give me an option out with an additional hundred thousand or staying in the contract for half that." Donald sat back and raised an eyebrow while staring at her, she steeled herself, she would get this, or what -- she needed this now. She would do it without the extra money or clause. The seconds dragged out like minutes. She was about to cave when Donald pulled out a second set of paperwork and added it to the file in the briefcase. "You drive a hard bargain, Mrs. Galdren, but you have it. Tomorrow set up a second account in your name only and we will direct deposit one hundred thousand dollars into it and another one hundred thousand as well that money being the severance should you get pregnant. We consider pregnancy to be your responsibility, should you get pregnant -- you and the contract are terminated. If you serve the full six years of the contract you will have earned every penny of it." "Yes sir," she said with a nod, now steeling herself against her own heart that now lashed her for the betrayal. I sacrifice myself for my family. She thought to herself - it felt hollow -- like her stomach. Handing her the briefcase, he motioned for his couch again, and she almost wanted to throw-up. "Sign the documents then I will have instructions for you." Obeying she started thumbing through the legal contract reading it and looking for the red markers to sign at. The office was closed by the time she was done with all the signing over of her body to these three men for the next six years. If she were lucky they would pass by fast and Jason would never know the difference. Getting up she gave the file back to Donald who then put it in his safe, then turning back to his desk he picked up and gave her a sheet of paper, "Go here, they will take your measurements and pick out for you three evening gowns, three cocktails dresses, lingerie, and shoes to accompany it all. You have no choice in the outfits; they are what we will expect you to wear for us." Pointing at the next address he continued, "Once you are done you will go here. The dresses will reside at the company suite. You will meet Randal tonight." Going back to her desk she typed out a text to Jason, "Got that raise I was gunning for and a little more but I got more to do now too, so -- it's going to be a late night tonight don't wait up for me!!! Luv you!!!" Then gathering her stuff she left for the dress shop. 3:30 pm - When Heather walked through the door of her home she was surprised to see her dad home sitting on the couch watching TV. She was also surprised by the amount of alcohol in the house or at least how much had been drunk of it. "Hey what are you doing here," Heather asked as she sat her pack down and walked over to massage her dad's shoulders. "Oh, nothing for you to worry about; how was your day?" "Tedious, this last year is dragging out so long," she replied, leaving his shoulders and moving around the couch flouncing herself down beside her dad just so he could put his arm around her. It was comforting -- it was warm, she knew no matter how ugly she was he would always love her. "God - when did you grow up so fast; it feels like weeks ago you were sitting on my lap laughing and giggling. Now -- now you are a woman and I am afraid to hug you too closely or put my arm around you for fear of what I may touch." Jason joked warmly, "But you know, I am so very proud of you baby." She knew her dad was uncomfortable, but his words warmed her so that she just had to snuggle up closer never mind how her breasts pressed into his side. Grabbing his hand she pulled it around her head and shoulders and held his hand as it hovered over her left breast Michael had grabbed so ruthlessly earlier that day. Family Garden Ch. 01 "What are you watching," she asked idly. "Oh the Discovery Channel, some show about wild life and such. I was thinking more than watching anyway; you want to change the channel?" "Nah," she said and snuggled up more to her dad, something she rarely got to do. She didn't notice that she had brought his hand down onto her breast, but he did and didn't want to move it in case it startled her or implied something in her mind. He would just wait until she left or fell asleep to move it. 6:00 pm - It was six by the time the bell dinged in the elevator arriving at the floor she needed. The bellhop rolled a luggage cart with her boxes and dresses on it leading her to her new home away from home. He palmed a card from his jacket slipped it into the card reader on the door then led the way in. Once in the bellhop turned for his tip, which she was ready with, and left. First she walked about the suite; a foyer, then the living room with a large balcony, an open kitchen to the left and a hall leading to guest bedrooms. To the right were the French doors of the master bedroom. Investigating further, it had a huge bedroom with a king sized bed, a french door leading to out the bedroom that wound around to another French door from a huge master bathroom with a shower and Jacuzzi tub inside as well as private outdoor ten man Jacuzzi. Coming in through the bathroom, Charlene found the master closet went back to the luggage cart and began moving her new apparel into the closet. -------------------------------------------------- "Ok here you are Mrs. Galdren, now this dress is what you should be wearing when Mr. Gorden arrives," said Kevin sincerely his eyes never leaving hers. -------------------------------------------------- With that in mind, she looked at the Jacuzzi longingly before stripping down to nothing and stepping down into its hot depths. The water caressed her toes and feet first lick a massive tongue licking up her body up to her slim caves and 20" thighs before tickling the lips of her shaved pussy lips then her perfectly groomed one inch wide jet pubic trail topped three fingers above her labia. The water felt like warm silk caressing her bubble buttocks and 40" hips and rolled upward consuming her flat belly and small 22" waist, up to her perky D-cup breasts until her bottom finally hit a molded seat and only her neck and head were out of the water. Closing her eyes she hit a button that turned on the jets massaging her back and relaxed. -------------------------------------------------- Heather woke from a short nap to find her dad's head leaned up against hers his arms still around her shoulder, his hand on her breast and her hands atop his. His hand felt warm and for some reason calming instead of disgusting like having the boys at school grab her. He smelled heavily of beer and whisky, Heather had never seen her dad drink so much. She was worried. She wanted to console him to make him stop, but what could she do? For now he needed comfort and she would give it. Shifting her weight she pushed him up and snaked her right leg around his prone body. Lying back on the couch she unbuttoned her blouse and with great difficulty managed to unclip her bra and take it off before pulling her father up to lay his head between her massive breasts, then wrapped his arms around her waist. What she was doing should feel wrong, but it felt right - it felt so warm. Wrapping her arms about his head she lay back and relaxed and combed his hair with her fingers with one hand and stroked his back with her other. It didn't take long before she felt him rouse under her gentle caresses. Moving his hands up he first cupped her breasts before starting to suckle on first her left nipple then the right. It was unbelievable how arousing it felt, she could feel her body responding in her womb as her nectar began flowing down her vagina wetting her pussy lips until her panties were drenched. Her father suddenly broke off from sucking on her breasts to thrust forward and plant a deep kiss on her mouth turning her thoughts to a haze and her hands to his belt, unbuckling his pants and pushing them down freeing a swollen and stiff 8" manhood its red tip a swollen blood colored mushroom. With his swollen rod free, Jason got very aggressive as he suddenly thrust forward again but this time to sink his hardened prick into her wet pussy only to be thwarted by her panties. As he kept pushing she realized that he was still asleep, or he would have just flicked her panties aside. Using her right hand she pulled her slick wet panties to one side and directed his red mushroom tip into her waiting pink flower bud just below her taupe-brown labia. Thrusting deep and hard, it took only seconds for him to sink into her to his balls as they began to lightly lap at her cheeks with each thrust. She bit her bottom lip to keep from moaning as Jason moved back to sucking her breasts and thrusting hard and deep into her, hitting her womb with an electric shock each time. As she climaxed, she knew she would forever be addicted to this sensation, for her father's fat rod digging deep into her fertile pussy. Coming to her senses she realized that her father was climaxing as well, his pace speeding up and becoming ragged, as he pushed his erupting head against her cervix and shot his seed through her open cervix straight into her uterus. In that instant her father woke up, opening his sea green eyes, and looked deep into her green-brown hazel eyes as recognition and surprise and horror and self-crimination spread across his face. "Wha -- what is going on," he shrieked, "What have you done? What have I done?" Jumping off of her he pulled himself out of his seeded daughter, a tiny trickle of his man milk trailing out after him, the rest and bulk deeply planted he her baby maker. "Go quickly and wash yourself out, baby before you get pregnant -- hurry." He commanded and grabbed her arm roughly to push her to the bathroom. Jogging with the momentum of Jason's push she figured it might be best to obey him until she could talk him through his shock. Walking into the bathroom she rummaged through her drawers until she found a tampon and shoved it into her vagina to hold her father seed in before she took her shower. 6:30 pm - Stepping out of the shower Heather pulled the tampon out to inspect if her father's seed was leaking out and discovered not a drop. Good it was secure in her vault. Now, how to convince dad to contribute more as she wrapped the towel that she would normally wrap about her body around her head as she walked out to meet her dad. He still sat there on the couch his head in his hands, his pants still down and his manhood still hard and slick with her juices. Looking up, his red rimmed eyes saw her naked body first; her thick muscular thighs, her overly wide hips, her exotically small waist and gigantic breasts before he met her clear eyes. His member twitched excitedly, while his eyes brows frowned, making her move quickly toward him around the couch to sit before him. "Dad, you did nothing wrong. I love you and you were so sad earlier I wanted to comfort you. This was my way and my fault if there is fault anywhere, but dad I am not ashamed. I am happy -- happier than I have been in a long time," she said earnestly as he dropped his eyes to his lap again. Taking the towel from her head she moved to look up into his eyes. "Dad -- please look at me, please talk to me." "Honey," he started shakily, "I don't think you grasp what we have done, what I have done to you now. First, honey, I had sex with my own daughter -- that is incest. Second, I took your virginity and third, I may have gotten you pregnant. I just ruined your life." Why did she feel like she was the parent here, she thought idly the corners of her mouth turning up in a smile at her father's concern for her. "Dad -- first off, I love you, and I don't care how closely related we are, with you being of welsh descent and mom Indian even being your daughter any child would most likely be fine. Second, you did not take my virginity, I never shared this but I was raped by a lesbian in school, in the showers -- I haven't been a virgin since the day after I turned eighteen." He looked up sharply at that, rage and protectionism in his eyes. Good something shook him out of his depressive state. "And lastly, there is no other man's child I would rather carry that yours. As I said before I feel happier now in the last hour than I have in a long time. You do that to me, your hands on my breasts warm me. Your head in my cleavage arouse me, and I hope your seed impregnates me." "This isn't right," he started again, but she didn't let him start down that train of thought again. Jumping forward she planted a kiss on him equal to his earlier subconscious kiss. He pushed at her but she climbed on top of him and wrapped her arms around him and straddled him quickly doing her best to sit on his still stiff maleness. It wasn't as smooth as she had envisioned but she did finally get him into her vagina as she sat down hard ramming him straight up into the mouth of her cervix. He tried to get away but she just wrapped her legs about him not letting go. Shifting her hips forward and back she began stimulating him then pulled back from her kiss. "Please dad -- please love me," She pleaded her head on his chest, "love me like you do mom." "Release me Heather," He returned sternly, "release me now, or will you rape me again like you were by that girl." The implication hit her in the stomach, she hadn't thought of it as rape, "I just want you to realize this is me, I want this. I want you - like mother has you. Please love me, please make love to me." Then she stopped and pushed herself up to look down into his eyes, her own eyes now desperate and pleading, while she still sat mounted on his rod its tip buried deep within kissing her womb. He just looked at her until with a heavy sign she started to rise off his member. "Now go to your room and get in bed," He commanded. 7:00 pm - Charlene heard the front door close and the click of shoes on the tiles coming closer; she was ready for Randal. When Randal came into the master bathroom, Charlene sat there in front of the vanity her long brown legs crossed and her hands on her lap. Her long jet hair fell to the small of her back left bare by the small cocktail dress she was wearing. Her dress was creamy white with long lace sleeves and skin tight and ended high on her thighs just 2" below her pussy and baring the bottoms of her buttocks cheeks. The dress was a shoulder clinger looking like it could just fall off at a breath of air as it V'd down to the bottom of her sternum baring her impressive cleavage and then V'd down to the small of her back. It accented her 36" bust, 22" waist, and 40" hips nicely. As requested she wore neither bra nor panties and the dress was so short that there was no way for her to sit without baring her now completely shaven pussy to everyone. The eroticism sent a thrill up her pussy warming her core and wetting her lips. Besides the tiny dress she wore five inch heals to match. "You are a vision Mrs. Galdren," Randal complemented warmly. "Call me Charlene, Charlene Lust, Miss Lust, or just Lust, Mrs. Galdren just reminds me where I should be," she said feeling guilty and exhilarated at the same time and trying to cover both with a purr in her voice. "Charlene Lust," Randal rolled the name over in his mouth like wine testing the flavor, "I like it. Well, Miss Lust, do not expect us to ease you into our new contractual relationship, this is the honeymoon and we expect the same enthusiasm." That in mind he held out his hand for her to take. When she did so, instead of kissing her as she expected, he simply turned and lead her back out of the suite, down and out of the building to an awaiting limo. Charlene watched Randal out of the side of her eye or in the window or directly when he spoke to her. He was the oldest of the partners closer to fifty than forty. He had a nice face with distinguished eyebrows, piercing blue eyes, and noble nose, nice lips if a little too serious and well defined jaw. His hair was black and his skin tanned, when he had the chance to tan she couldn't begin to fathom. He was a tall man around 6'4". He was calm but commanding. As she sat in the limo and he sat next to her he slipped his left hand between her thighs, the bottom side of his hand gently caressing her pussy lips, but besides putting hand on her inner thigh he didn't go further. The feeling of a man so close to her radiated lightning up her pussy to her uterus every time the movement of the car moved his hand across her labia, each one a jolt of electricity. A ball of warmth felt as if it were growing in her belly. "So, where are we going?" She decided to ask to take her mind off her the sensation of his hand so near her dark garden. "Hmm, ah, the Volton -- it's a club, more high-end than the common dance club, though it does have dancing in some rooms and there is also a restaurant there too, and other things." "This is sudden, so I cannot be out too late tonight or Jason will worry," she said reminding him of her circumstances. "Yes well, you had best be convincing then, but I will tell you that your home environment is not our problem, this environment is, so stay focused." "Yes sir." -------------------------------------------------- Jason came into Heather's room thirty minutes later; she had heard him go and take a shower. She had gone to bed nude hoping that he would come to her. He closed the door behind him and moved across the room to her bed and crawled in. As he rolled on top of her, she spread her legs to him. He did not immediately move for insertion, but rather began to kiss her tenderly first on her mouth, then moved down to her jaw and neck and then her clavicle, before kissing down her sternum and up the mountain of her left breast to its peak and gently sucked on her nipple. She moaned softly at the warm ball generated in her belly that she came now to associate with her womb, and how it felt as if she were euphoric as her eyes rolled up into her skull. She arched her back and let the moans take control of her as her father's hard throbbing mushroom head stretched her pussy out around its circumference as his rod pushed deep into wet aching center until he hit her womb. With her back arched the top of Jason's rod rubbed her spongy g-shot while the bottom side of his head pressed into the back of her vaginal wall against her rectum sending her into long intense orgasms one after another. Each time she came she juices began running out her vagina and down the cheeks of her ass to soak her sheets, each time she clamped down on her father's rod so hard it was actually hard to keep driving into her. He held off until she came three times before thrusting in deep pushing in hard on her womb he felt it give and widen for him to pour his seed into her vault for unsafe storage. She wanted to be pregnant, he would impregnate her tonight; he would not stop until she was full of his seed. He began kissing her mouth and whispering "I love you baby" as they both rested for a few minutes then he began moving in side her again. 8:30 pm -- The limo arrived at the club and the driver opened the door for Randal who offered his hand to Lust as she scooted to the car door to get out flashing everyone as her dress came up to her waist until she stood pulled it down . Randal didn't look embarrassed at all though she felt as if she would blush through her taupe-brown complexion. Putting on a confident air she didn't feel it as she took his guiding arm and followed him in thought the doors to the Volton. The Volton was the hottest club in the city. Inside, the greeter showed them to the dining room and sat them in a corner booth where Randal again slipped his hand between her thighs up against her pussy, the shock of it sending lightning to her uterus again making it twitch and warm. This time though, he turned his hand making her widen her legs as he rested his hand on her lower belly and pelvis as he lightly drew his fingers up to his palm across her labia to her clit stimulating her pussy and uterus even more. By the time the waiter arrived, she was starting to leak her nectar at the bottom of her labia onto her perineum, Randal felt it though and catching it flicked his middle finger between her lips lubricating them from back to front. This kept on as Randal calmly ordered wine for them both and the waiter left. "Your quite wet Lust," Randal stated, though Charlene didn't quite know how to respond, he didn't leave her in a position to wander long, "Please get up on the table and lie down your pussy to me." She hesitated only a second before doing so, her dress drawn up on her hips and her feet on the back of the seat over Randal's shoulders. Crouching forward Randal slid his tongue between the lips of her pussy up high at first tonguing her clitoris sending jolts through her urethra and bladder to her uterus making the warm knot grow in her belly. Slowly he slid his tongue down her labia to her vagina playing at her entrance until he licked up her juices from her perineum then back up to her clit. It went on like this until the waiter returned and Charlene flushed with embarrassment, but the man didn't act as if he saw a thing. She could feel the knot grow in her belly as the waiter set the glasses of wine on the table. When the waiter left, Randal began to determinedly tickle her pussy from her clit down to her vagina inserting his tongue up to her G-spot sending sparks to her uterus, and straight up to her brain until she saw sparks. The sparks began to build until she felt like the top of her skull was going to lift off her head. She didn't realize until afterward that her eyes rolled up into her skull, her back arched until her neck and buttocks were the only things on the table, her mouth wide open moaning -- nearly shrieking, deep in the throes of the hardest orgasm she had ever experienced. Laying back down and relaxing Randal slowly licked out her vaginal juices careful not to over stimulate her oversensitive pussy until she could calm down a bit, while he sipped at his wine. "Absolutely refreshing," He said after a moment, "Your reactions are so nice in response to my ministrations, and your taste is exquisite." She really didn't know how to respond to such a compliment. "Thank you," she finally said breathily, her body shaking and visibly jerking each time he licked her until he finally took her hands and pulled her up so she sat up and then down to straddle his lap. Handing her, her glass of wine he let her take a deep swig before he took the glass back and set it on the table. Sitting as she was on his lap she could feel the texture of his pants rub against her pussy stimulating her uterus into a warm ball again. She could also feel herself leaking her juices into his pants. Something shifted in his pants and thumped lightly against her pussy. Randal's hands were large as they cupped her ass, and then moved up and around her waist before cupping her breasts then moving to caressing her neck and jaw as he ran his fingers through her hair and pulled her in for a deep kiss. She could feel the pressure of his lips on hers as he forced his tongue into her mouth. Closing her eyes she let herself slip into her desires as if she were with her husband and responded by sucking on his tongue hard imagining it was his hard maleness in her mouth. She could feel his body respond by thumping her pussy from inside his pants as it fought for its release. She could feel herself dribbling lubricant again onto his pants as if it knew only a couple pieces of clothe kept it from being filled with a cock that would fit its cavity to over flowing. The kissing went on for what felt like an hour but was only minutes as her pussy constantly streamed honey in a long elastic tendril of drool connecting her labia to his pants buried prick as it constant thumped against her pussy. 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. -------------------------------------------------- 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.