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(Note  from Imma: I did not write this story! I have no idea how to
contact the author!! Don9t blame if you don9t like this!)

WARNING!

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.  If you are underage, hit the 'K'

key.  Reading stories like this can make you go blind. 

If you are a servant of the Lord, looking for sinners

to convert, study this story and memorize it.  This

will help you recognize sinners when you see them. 

Good luck, and avoid mirrors!

 

Phil Phantom        

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                              "Inevitable Rape"

By: Phil Phantom

 

     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 hometown, 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 titties, 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 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 dildoe.  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 titties, 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.

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Why shouldn't a woman like to read and write rape fantasies/stories? I
am a woman, but I'll admit that I love rape fantasies. I love to
imagine that I have been taken my force......Why should I be ashamed
of that? 

And I rather find myself turned by men who fantasize about rape.....

Fantasies harm no one.

"here I wonder, if my fantasy were to become a reality: If a Totally
bald man were  to take me against my will, to punish my poor pussy
with his powerful pistonlike prick, would I not find freedon and joy?" 

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