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Inevitable Rape
by Phil Phantom (address defunct)

***

Pam was gang raped in the early part of our senior 
year. It was a traumatic experience. Five tough boys 
from school caught her cutting through a wooded lot. I 
thought she'd recovered from that experience, but when 
- after we were married - when she met the ring leader 
of that earlier assult, things changed in our 
relationship forever.  (M+/F, nc, rp, v, slut-wife, 
cuck, creampie, huml, preg) 
 
***

Author Note: The following story is an uncensored 
sexual fantasy involving practices that are illegal, 
immoral, socially unacceptable, and messy. Only mature 
adults with a firm grasp on reality should venture 
further. This story promotes nothing, and nothing in 
this story should be taken seriously. Readers are 
cautioned not to attempt any of these acts without 
professional guidance and a net.

***

Pam and I have been going together since the seventh 
grade. We are now in our mid-twenties with four kids. 
Pam always said she'd have four kids - two boys, two 
girls. She always said we'd settle in our home town, 
buy a house in Elm Heights, that I'd go to law school, 
and that she'd be free to be a housewife and full-time 
mother. In fact, Pam planned our wedding in our 
sophomore year. From the moment we met we both knew we 
were perfect for each other. 

People refer to us as a "cute" couple. We're both 
rather short. I'm 5'4"; Pam is 5'1". I'm rather plain, 
but Pam is adorable. She has long silky blond hair and 
deep blue eyes, hard tea cup tits, and the legs and ass 
of a model. We're both smart - straight "A" students. 
We're also semi-recluse, preferring each other's 
company to that of friends. We both have friends, but 
we don't cultivate those friendships nor do we spend 
much time with social activities. We simply love being 
with each other. 

The only fears I had about our marriage was sexual 
compatibility. Pam seemed to have zero sex drive. She 
loved kissing and holding, but touching her in an 
intimate place, or her touching me was absolutely out. 
She wouldn't talk about sex, mush less do anything to 
do with sex. The one time I exposed myself and 
convinced her to touch my aching penis, I ejaculated 
right after her hand wrapped around my five-inch 
manhood. She jerked her hand away and shouted, "Oh, 
gross!" then wiped her hand on my shirt. 

It wouldn't be so bad, but Pam is so damn sexy. She 
dresses to show her body, flaunts her charms, and gets 
a big charge out of getting me hard and giving me blue 
balls. She rubs herself on me while we make out, 
usually while sitting on my lap. She won't let me touch 
her tits or pussy, but she loves showing them to me. 
She thinks it's funny if I cum in my pants. After a 
heavy make-out session, she'd often call me and ask if 
I took care of my problem. If I had, she'd press for 
details. If I hadn't, she'd want me to tell her how 
much it hurt. 

Pam was gang raped in the early part of our senior 
year. It was a traumatic experience. Five tough boys 
from school caught her cutting through a wooded lot. 
They made her strip and dance. They forced her to 
masturbate for them, stick objects up her cunt, and 
finger her own asshole. 

Derick Dangerfield, the ring leader and super stud on 
campus, took her virginity while his buddies held her 
spread-eagled. She put great stock in virginity and 
planned our honeymoon to be a meeting of virgins. 

Only Derick screwed her pussy, but the others took her 
orally and anally several times each. When she didn't 
arrive at our usual meeting spot, I back-tracked her 
path and found her in a fetal ball, covered in dirt, 
debris, and semen. We held each other and cried. 

Pam refused to go to the police, though we both knew 
every guy involved. I didn't blame her. We live in a 
small town. The humiliation would have driven us away. 
When I got Pam cleaned and dressed, she calmed down. 
She was terribly sore, but her spirit hadn't been 
broken. As I brushed her hair, she smiled impishly and 
said, "I guess you can forget about me wearing white at 
our wedding." 

I told her she could wear any color she wanted, 
including snow white. She surprised me by saying she 
would never be a hypocrite and wear white. She said 
that everyone would eventually hear about her putting 
out to Derick. She said she may even be pregnant with 
his child. She counted back the months from June 14th 
and cried, "Oh no! If I'm pregnant, I'll be ready to 
deliver in the middle of June." 

I said, "We can get an abortion long before that." 

She grasped my shoulders and said dramatically, "No! 
There will be no abortion. If I'm pregnant, I'll 
deliver his child. If you won't accept his baby as your 
own, Philip, then you're not the man I thought you 
were." 

I assured her that if she wanted to keep the child, I'd 
consider it ours. I reassured her that I'd do the same 
if the father were black or Chinese. This brought a big 
smile to her face. She hugged me fiercely and told me 
she loved me. Then she said something rather strange. 
She sat back with an impish pouting look and said, "You 
know, it's kind of sexy thinking about being nine 
months pregnant with another man's child on my wedding 
day and everyone knowing who the real father is. It 
kinda turns me on." 

"Pam, that's a wicked thought. You surprise me." 

"I know, but I'm being honest. I think it would be so 
neat that they'd all know that you loved me so much 
you'd take me even carrying another man's baby. You 
must think I'm awful." 

"No, I'm glad you're being open and honest. It is 
rather exciting, but I'd rather it happened to someone 
else." 

"Philip, I want to ask you the biggest favor ever." I 
nodded. "If we find out that I'm pregnant, I want you 
to ask Derick to be the best man." 

I gave her a hurt and stunned look. She was dead 
serious. She made me promise. I eventually did. Pam was 
raped again the following week and twice the week after 
that. I insisted we go to the police; she vehemently 
refused. I begged her to at least tell her mother so 
she could get put on the pill. When she refused that 
sound advise, I began to suspect the worst. 

The thought of my Pam bearing Derick's baby, and me 
having to ask him to be the best man, drove me mad. The 
first time I saw Derick after that fourth rape, 
something clicked inside me. I ran at him like an 
enraged bull. He parried me off like a skilled matador. 
I plowed into a trash can. He then proceeded to slap 
the shit out of me while I swung wildly but never 
connected. He never really hit hard, his slaps were 
meant to humiliate. 

I eventually wised-up and stopped swinging, taking 
several slaps with my head bowed in submission. Derick 
grabbed me by the back of the neck, pushed me into a 
men's room, shoved my head in a toilet and flushed 
several times. Someone dragged my pants down and Derick 
kicked me in the balls from behind after releasing me. 
I rolled in a fetal ball clutching my groin. I looked 
up at this towering blond-haired, blue-eyed jock and 
heard him say, "You ain't man enough for a babe like 
Pam, needle dick. You should be thanking me for 
servicing her for you." 

After leaving me, they raped Pam again. We cleaned and 
comforted each other that afternoon. She praised me for 
trying to stand up for her, but in the same breath 
warned me never, ever to do anything like that again. I 
assured her I would not. 

By this time news of Pam's multiple rapes was all over 
school. For me, the humiliation was unbearable, but Pam 
took it quite well. I noticed her becoming aroused when 
kids pointed to her and snickered behind her back. I 
pleaded with her to reconsider the pill, but to no 
avail. I also begged her never to go through that 
wooded lot. That's when she informed me that the last 
few times she was ordered there. To top it off, more 
kids came to watch her perform. She described her act 
in minute detail, seeming to enjoy the telling. 

Over thirty kids, mostly male, but some female, had 
seen my Pam buck-naked and dancing a slow bump and 
grind while fucking herself with a hair brush handle or 
a dildo. Derick was always master of ceremonies and the 
only one to fuck her cunt. She had her period on time, 
and was deeply disappointed by it. I was dumbfounded by 
everything she told me and at her behavior. She still 
called the activity rape, but it wasn't rape in my 
mind. When I asked her how she could act so uninhibited 
with Derick, she said, "My Dad always said, 'When rape 
is inevitable, lie back and enjoy it.'" She obviously 
took that advise to heart. 

That evening, we were at our favorite parking spot. Pam 
had her panties off and was examining herself between 
the legs, touching her tender pussy and complaining of 
a sore asshole. I saw an opportunity to turn our 
misfortune into an opportunity to broaden our sexual 
experiences. I gingerly ran my hand up her inner thigh. 
When it was an inch from her pussy, she said, "Philip, 
what do you think you're doing?" 

I blushed and stammered. 

She acted very upset that I would start treating her 
like a whore. She made me feel three inches tall and I 
begged her forgiveness. She sat back against the door 
and spread her legs wide, fingered her pussy and said, 
"Nothing has changed between us, Philip. Don't ever 
think you can treat me like a whore just because others 
do." I just stared in open-mouthed awe as she opened 
her top and fondled her tits with her other hand, 
saying, "I may be Derick's whore, but I'm your 
fiancee." 

I nodded and apologized again. 

My subservient acceptance pleased her. She smiled and 
said, "I know this might excite you, but that's your 
problem not mine. I'm no longer a virgin girl, I'm a 
woman now, and women have needs that must be met. Right 
now, I need to cum. You can look if you want to, or 
look away, but don't you dare expose your penis to me 
and do that disgusting thing you do at home. I won't 
tolerate that sort of behavior from you either." I 
nodded sheepishly. My balls ached. 

News of Pam's rapes eventually got back to her family. 
I was with her when they confronted her with it. Pam 
told them, matter-of-factly, that it was true, that she 
couldn't stop them, and that it would probably 
continue. She identified Derick as her principal 
assailant and reminded her father of his advice. He 
shook his head, but said, "I still think it's good 
advice, but you should go to the police. You do what 
you want, though. It's your life and your body." 

Pam's mom said, "Well, I suppose we should see about 
getting you on the pill." 

Pam surprised them by saying she didn't want on the 
pill. Pam made some lame excuse about reading something 
that said they were unhealthy. After Pam's mother 
suggested other birth control devices, Pam said, "Mom, 
it's only Derick that is having vaginal intercourse 
with me." 

This seemed a strange response to me, but it stopped 
her mother. I could see her wheels turning. She knew 
who Derick Dangerfield was. Everybody knew the Nordic 
football hero. I also knew that her mother's only 
misgivings about our getting married had to do with our 
being a poor genetic match - like mixing shit and ice 
cream. She told Pam that her kids would likely be 
short, dark-haired, dark-eyed geeks. 

Pam told me this and it hurt. It came as no surprise 
when her mother said fine, but when you get pregnant, 
and you will, there'll be no talk of abortion. Pam told 
them that I already agreed to accept the child as my 
own. Her mother praised my good sense and noble 
gesture. Her younger sister came over and patted Pam's 
tummy, saying, "Wow, Pam, you might have Derick's baby 
in you right now." 

Pam smiled and patted her tummy saying, "I think I 
might. I checked my cycle, and I should be ovulating. I 
told Derick, but he did it anyway. He even said he was 
going to do me two or three times a day all this week. 
That should do the trick." 

Her mother came over and said, "It certainly should." 
She then cast her eyes on me and said to Pam, "I 
suppose you two..." 

"No, Mother, we're not. Philip has pledged to come to 
our marital bed a virgin." 

This news brought a smile to her mother's face and a 
blush to mine. I was astonished at the way they were 
taking this news, like they were all in favor of Pam 
getting pregnant by Derick - her mother especially. She 
said, "Well, as your father said, we'll honor your 
decision on this matter, but I don't like the idea of 
you doing it in the woods. If these encounters are 
inevitable, as you say, then I think you should bring 
Derick here. Don't you agree, dear?" 

He agreed. I couldn't believe my ears. Pam was elated 
and hugged her mother's neck, then went over and kissed 
her dad. When I got Pam alone in the car, I confronted 
her with what I'd seen and heard. She said, "Don't act 
so surprised, Philip. You knew how mother felt, and I 
told you it excites me to be pregnant with Derick's 
baby on my wedding day. I should think you'd want me 
out of those woods. Does it turn you on or something. 
Do you masturbate thinking about me groveling naked in 
the dirt like a cheap tramp?" 

I said, "Of course not. But you can't expect me to jump 
up and down about your family making getting you 
pregnant with Derick's child a family project." 

"Well it is, so get used to it. Let's swing by the 
burger bar." 

"The burger bar? That's where Derick hangs out. Are you 
crazy? That's asking for trouble." 

"Philip, I am not going to live in fear of running into 
Derick. If he's there, he's there. Besides, I need to 
tell him what Mom said unless you want me in those 
woods tomorrow." 

I drove to the burger bar gritting my teeth. He wasn't 
there. She changed her mind and wanted a Pizza Hut 
pizza. He wasn't there either. We went to every place 
Derick was known to hang out, each time, she'd get 
another craving. We were about to give up, but she 
insisted we cruise the burger bar once again. My heart 
sank on seeing his old Buick. She had me park next to 
it. Derick smiled, got out, and swaggered over. Pam 
rolled the window down and gave him a warm hello, 
saying, "Surprise, running into you here." 

Derick leaned into her window and they exchanged a 
passionate kiss. She practically hauled him in through 
the window, slobbering all over his face, using her 
tongue liberally. Derick reached between her legs and 
tugged at her panties. Pam lifted right up to 
facilitate his effort and I watched her pink panties 
come sliding down her legs and saw her frantically 
kicking them off. She then sat with her legs wide as he 
fingered her pussy. 

Pam raised her skirt so I wouldn't miss a thing and 
humped her pussy on his fingers, hugging tightly to his 
neck and moaning loudly. He broke the kiss and had to 
push her away. He opened her door and said, "You don't 
mind if I borrow your fiancee, do you needle dick?" 

Pam reached over to me and cupped the back of my head, 
saying, "I'm sure he doesn't, not after the lesson you 
gave him." She scooted out and let him lead her to his 
back seat. He stripped her right in the parking lot and 
eased her onto her back on the back seat. He opened his 
pants and climbed in, pulling the door shut. Derick's 
buddies gathered at the windows as the car began a 
steady rocking. I could occasionally see Pam's right 
foot in the driver's window. Other people joined the 
audience. 

My dick screamed for release and I rubbed my crotch. 
When he finished, he flipped her onto her belly and 
four guys took turns in her ass. He dragged her back, 
naked, and tossed her clothes in the back seat after 
she got in. I got out of there fast. 

Pam slumped against the door with one leg cocked and 
resting against the seat back, the other on the floor 
board. In the occasional light, I could see the big 
puddle wetting my seat. She cupped her cunt, trying to 
keep the semen in it. She looked at me and at my 
astonished expression and said, "Well, now that you've 
witnessed a rape, what do you think?" 

"Do you want me to be honest?" 

"Yes, absolutely." 

"I think you wanted to be raped." 

"Is that really how it looked to you?" 

"It looked that way to everybody, Pam." 

"How many people were watching?" 

"Ten or twelve." 

"Did they seem to like watching me get raped?" 

"Yes, I'd say so." 

"Well, for your information, getting my butt fucked by 
four guys was no picnic." 

"And getting it by Derick was, I suppose?" 

"All right. You want it straight. I told you. I'm a 
woman now, and I have needs. I needed a good fucking. 
You're still a virgin. You don't appreciate these 
things. Besides, I'm trying to get pregnant as if you 
didn't know." 

"Yes, you've made that painfully obvious." 

"Oh, poor baby. Did seeing me get raped make your 
little pecker all hard. Are your balls black and blue? 
Do they hurt?" 

"Yes they hurt. They're killing me." 

"Oh, I feel so sorry for you. It must have been awful 
having to watch Derick and his friends use me like 
that." 

"Pam, shouldn't you be putting your clothes on?" 

"No, I kinda like this. It's so bizarre riding around 
naked. Philip, take me home. I want you to carry me 
into the house like this." 

"Pam! Are you serious?" 

"Yes, it will be so neat. Daddy's never seen me naked 
before; besides, I think they'll get a kick out of it. 
I want you to tell them what happened." 

"All right, Pam. If that's really what you want. I know 
your mother will be pleased." 

I pulled into their driveway. We waited for the traffic 
to clear. I carried Pam in my arms while she clung to 
my neck. I managed the door and stepped inside, kicking 
the door shut. Her father was watching TV with her 
younger sister sprawled on the living room floor. They 
got up and called Pam's mother. She came from the 
kitchen, took one look at Pam and cried, "Oh my God! 
What happened?" 

I held Pam so that her naked ass faced her dad. He 
seemed to enjoy the view. Pam said, "I'm all right, 
Mother." 

I said, "Derick and his buddies raped her in the back 
seat of his car at the burger bar." 

She said, "Here lay her on the couch. Elevate her lower 
extremities." 

I set Pam so that her ass rested on the sofa's arm and 
she reclined with her legs dangling off the end. Her 
mother looked between Pam's legs and said, "Oh my, you 
did get raped." She stripped off her apron and dabbed 
at the semen running from Pam's ass. She asked her 
husband to hold Pam's feet apart. He eagerly accepted 
that role and spread her legs wide. Her sister knelt by 
her head and stroked her forehead, staring hard at her 
sister's bused crotch. Pam caught my eye and made faces 
that I took to mean, "Tell them." 

So I told them exactly what I saw from the moment she 
saw Derick. I was hoping to explode this rape myth, but 
my story did not explode anything but my hopes. They 
were just relieved that no other semen but Derick's had 
contaminated her vagina. Her mother mopped her ass, but 
the semen on her labia lips got put back inside. 

Her mother said, "Did you tell Derick he's welcome to 
use our house." 

"Yes, and he was so pleased. He's stopping by in the 
morning before school. I still have to meet him in the 
woods, but he'll swing by every night before going 
home." 

"That's excellent. That should do it." As though 
suddenly realizing I was there, she said, "I'm sorry, 
Philip, but I won't be a hypocrite about this. I think 
you and Pam will make a great marriage, but Pam and 
Derick will make beautiful babies together. I know that 
must hurt, but that's how I feel. I'm not going to hide 
it." 

Her sister said, "Don't feel badly, Philip. We all love 
you; you know that." 

I nodded, but it hurt. Her father had nothing to say. 
He was too absorbed studying her pussy. The whole scene 
was almost too much for me. My cock was hard the whole 
time. Watching her family attend to my fiancee's vagina 
was a very erotic sight. They took their time, too. 
After cleaning all she could clean, her mother stood up 
and said, "Stay like that for a while, Pam. You need to 
keep the sperm near your womb." When I left thirty 
minutes later, Pam was still sprawled and her father 
was still holding her legs for her. 

I didn't see much of Pam during her ovulation cycle, 
but she called regularly to keep me informed. I learned 
that Derick took her in her bedroom the first time, but 
after learning of the family's complicity, he took her 
on the sofa with them gathered around. They actually 
assisted. Her father usually held her legs, and her 
mother milked Derick's spent cock into Pam's pussy. Pam 
enjoyed sharing these obscene details and called me 
several times while Derick was fucking her. 

After that week, we still didn't go on regular dates as 
we had before. All of our time was spent chasing down 
Derick. When we found him, he'd get in the car and 
they'd start making out while I drove to our old make 
out spot by the lake. By the time we got there, Pam was 
usually naked and fawning all over his cock. She freed 
his cock first thing and Derick usually sat beside me. 

Pam loved showing off his cock and tried hard never to 
block my view as she slobbered up and down his 
considerable length. I have to admit, Derick has a 
magnificent piece of manhood. It's easily eleven inches 
long and thickly veined. His crown has a nice shiny 
helmet shape that looks delicious sliding between my 
Pam's hungry lips. 

To begin their fucking, Pam likes to straddle his lap 
facing us with the interior light on. She gets in 
position and likes me to guide it in. I felt funny 
grasping his rod and aiming it at my fiancee's gaping 
hole. Seeing her sink down its length and swoon was 
hard to take. They used me like an accessory for 
fucking. Pam placed me in the positions she wanted. Her 
favorite was with me on my back and her on all fours 
head to crotch. 

In this position, I stared up at his cock plunging into 
her cunt. If he came in this position, I could count on 
Pam hovering her dripping pussy over my face after he 
pulled out. She also like to get fucked on her back 
with her head in my lap. It was shear torture to watch 
another guy enjoy her so much while I got nothing but 
blue balls. 

Pam missed her period and they celebrated. She made me 
invite Derick to be my best man at the first 
opportunity. He laughed his ass off and accepted. You 
might wonder why I still wanted this girl for my wife. 
Truth was, I fell more deeply in love with her 
everyday. She was still the same Pam she always had 
been, but in addition, I discovered that she was also a 
sexual dynamo. I looked forward to my honeymoon with 
growing eagerness. 

Pam's belly began showing after the fourth month. By 
the sixth month, she looked very pregnant and her tits 
swelled up nicely. She proudly displayed her bulging 
belly and kids at school were forever copping a feel, 
ostensibly to feel the baby kick. She was quick to let 
everyone know that Derick was the father and our 
wedding was still on. 

This caused me no end of embarrassment and thrilled Pam 
to no end. After learning that she was pregnant, it was 
open season on Pam's pussy for Derick and his pals, 
even her father. We often drove to the lake with a full 
carload. Watching her pull a train was especially 
difficult for me. Pam became a very popular place for 
young men to deposit their sperm. Her excuse for doing 
this was that she had needs. 

My family was aware of Pam's reputation and my mother 
was sick about my pending marriage and about the baby, 
None-the-less, they treated her respectfully, even 
though she went out of her way to shock them. Whenever 
she stopped by, she insisted everyone feel the baby 
kick. She did not wear panties and merely placed the 
hand up under her skirt. She told me that my father and 
two brothers rarely missed an opportunity to play with 
her pussy. 

I once saw her take my mother's hand and practically 
jam it between her legs and hold it there. Mom went 
beet red, but did not jerk her hand away. Pam told me 
later that she used her fingers to press two of Mom's 
into her hole. She held Mom's hand by the wrist, and 
Mom toyed with her pussy for several minutes. After 
that, Mom would not stay in the same room with Pam. 

That was fine with Dad and my brothers, because Pam 
would plop down, spread her legs wide, and lift her 
dress above her belly. Dad and my brothers made no 
pretense of feeling the baby kick. They felt Pam's 
pussy. I was the only one not invited to play. 
Incredible as it may seem, I still hadn't touched Pam's 
tits or pussy. 

Just before the wedding, she was eight months along and 
bulging at the seams, a waddling beach ball with legs. 
She really poured it on then. She'd walk in our house 
and pull the dress over her head. She'd parade naked, 
then recline on the sofa with her legs wide apart. 
Often, she'd go seek Mom out and force an embarrassing 
scene on her with us guys watching. She could squirt 
milk from her bursting tits, and Mom usually got a good 
dousing while being forced to finger Pam. Despite all 
this, my family attended the wedding. 

The wedding was a simple ceremony at the Holiday Inn 
banquet room. Between her family and mine, a few 
friends, and a dozen or more of Derick's friends. In 
all, we had sixty people. We hired a justice of the 
peace for a piece of Pam. I watched him get paid the 
day before the wedding. Derick made a mockery of the 
wedding. Everyone but his bunch were in tuxes and nice 
dresses. Pam wore a frilly bright red maternity dress, 
low-cut and fairly short. She had a pink vail and short 
train. We used a cloak room in the rear of the hall as 
the bridal chamber. 

All the guests were seated and the organist played the 
wedding march. Me and Derick were at the alter with her 
father and the JP. All eyes were on the cloak room 
door. Derick left the front and walked back to the 
room. We saw him slip inside. The hall was abuzz when 
he didn't immediately return with Pam. Ten minutes 
later, they were still in there. The wedding march 
stopped playing. The crowd murmured among themselves. 
Her father rapped politely at the door. After twenty 
minutes, Derick emerged zipping up his fly. Pam stepped 
out looking disheveled. The march began, they advanced 
on the stage, vows were exchanged, words were said, we 
were pronounced husband and wife. The JP said, "You may 
now kiss the bride." 

I turned to kiss Pam, but she turned to Derick as he 
turned to her. I stood there like an idiot and watched 
a five minute passionate lip-lock with slavishly 
working tongues. The wedding party was absolutely 
stunned into silence as Derick ground his loins into 
Pam while cupping and squeezing her ass. The JP finally 
said, "It's customary for the groom to give the bride 
the first kiss." They parted reluctantly and Pam gave 
me a peck on the lips. 

The next insult was the ultimate insult. I was to 
remove her garter and toss it to the bachelors. Pam and 
I were up on the elevated stage. A stool was placed off 
to the right and in front of her. I knelt as Pam 
gathered her skirts. She gathered them too high, 
exposing most of her right leg as she placed her right 
foot on the stool. From my position, I could see the 
cum slick going from her crotch to her red garter. Pam 
did not stop raising her dress. 

It soon cleared her crotch and everyone saw the mess 
running down her right thigh. The dress did not stop 
there. Pam raised it above her belly and was naked 
below. I groaned as the wedding party made a collective 
commotion and laughter broke out from several quarters. 
I tried to ignore everything and gingerly worked the 
garter down her creamy leg. 

The garter had trapped the drooling sperm, acting as a 
dam. The garter was sopping wet with Derick's 
discharge. I plucked it from her foot, pinched between 
thumb and forefinger. I flipped it to the bachelors. 
They wisely made a hole and the garter landed with a 
wet plop on the floor. It sat there in that cleared 
space like a turd in a punch bowl. 

Pam was elated after we got away, headed for the 
Ozarks. I had given her the wedding she wanted and a 
memory she'd never forget. She fucked me with little 
enthusiasm, but we had a great honeymoon anyway. We 
settled into a fairly normal marital relationship. She 
gave me straight sex, but passively took it. The baby 
was born on schedule - a healthy boy that looked 
exactly like his father. She named him Derick. 

I could tell that Pam missed having sex with Derick, 
but her excuses and games had no underpinning once we 
were married. If she messed around on me it would be 
out and out infidelity. She would not do that. At times 
I could see her mind trying to think of a way to 
legitimize bringing Derick back into our relationship. 
A few weeks after the baby was born, I climbed into 
position between her legs. Pam handed me a condom. I 
looked at it, then at her and said, "What gives?" 

"I want another baby. I want four, remember." 

"So why the condom?" 

"Philip, I can't have four kids with different fathers. 
It wouldn't be fair to them. They'd be half-siblings. I 
can't have that. Derick has to be the father of all my 
babies. I spoke with him about this and he agrees. He 
does have a say so in this matter. He is Derick's 
father, you know." 

I knew right away that Pam had found her way. In a way, 
I was happy for her. She had that old gleam in her eye. 
She noticed my passive reaction and became emboldened, 
saying, "He has agreed to serve as the stud for this 
family, but he laid down rather stiff conditions." 

"What are they?" 

"First, he demands unlimited access to my body and not 
just during periods when I'm not pregnant. It is, after 
all, the incubator of his children. Second, he demands 
the right to share it with his friends as payment for 
his services. And third, he demands that you wear a 
condom whenever I'm not pregnant. I already agreed to 
his terms. I'm sorry, but there's no other way." 

"I see. Is there anything else." 

"Yes, you'll have to hurry. He'll be here soon. And 
Philip, you'll be moving into the baby's room for a 
while. Derick will be living here until he impregnates 
me. Mom is also moving in with us to help out. She'll 
take the guest room." 

I tore open the condom while Pam smiled and parted her 
legs. 

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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