Little Petey
by Hunter Jackson (hunter_jackson@yahoo.com)
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Pete's wife is frustrated by her husband's lack of possessiveness, until an alpha-male coworker takes advantage of the opportunity. (MMF, bi, wife, voy, reluc, cuck, preg)
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Family life for the Sanders was somewhat typical. The arrival of Pete Jr. some 18 months earlier had brought Pam and Pete Sr. structure to what had otherwise been the married continuation of their college courting days.
Pete Jr. took after his dad, as his name might suggest. He was a toe-head boy of slight build. At 5 ft. 8 inches, Pete Sr. certainly wasn't a bruiser. At 5 ft. 6, Pam could almost look at him eye to eye in her stocking feet. In heels, Pete Sr. looked up to her.
With his diminutive stature, there were two ways for Pete Sr.'s personality to go. Either he could be an aggressive "little Napoleon" trying to compensate, or he could be the quiet and retiring type. Pete Sr. was the latter.
This had been a bone of contention between Pam and Pete Sr. She, like most women, wanted to feel protected by her man. Politically incorrect though it may be, she wanted to feel "owned" by her man.
In their dating days, Pam would frequently get approached by alpha-type men even with Pete Sr. standing right beside her. This was not particularly surprising given her golden, shoulder length hair and taut figure where her 34C bust was separated from her tight ass-cheeks by a narrow waist ... a waist that she had regained through exercise after expelling Pete Jr. from her previously snug vagina.
These brutish men would sidle right up to Pam and ask to buy her a ******* or join them for a dance. At first Pam simply waited for Pete Sr. to intervene. But, when no intervention was forthcoming, Pam was left to explain that she was with Pete. Some guys would simply smirk and walk away. Others wouldn't take no for an answer and would continue to pester Pam right in front of Pete.
From Pam's perspective, she couldn't understand how Pete could remain idle. Yet, at the same time, the presence of an aggressive male cause her nipples to harden and, to her embarrassment, dampness to form in the crotch of her panties.
Initially, Pam berated Pete for being wimpish, challenging him to explain why he didn't do anything, or at least speak up. Pete had no answer for what seemed like very reasonable questions from Pam. Instead, he just cast his eyes to the floor in humiliation, remembering the way his breathing grew quick and shallow when these ardent suitors approached his gal. There was something that also embarrassed him: the realization that his testicles seemed to be drawn up into his abdominal cavity and his penis beat a similar retreat, leaving only the smallest bump of its head externally apparent, although Pete's pubic hair probably obscured even that.
Relationships can survive and adapt to many things. Such was the case of Pam and Pete Sr. Pam accepted the fact that Pete would never assert himself in these testosterone fueled confrontations. Pam figured that she could handle herself just fine, although she certainly longed for the show of jealousy and dominance that she envisioned would be exhibited by the normal red-blooded male. In all other respects, Pete was a great, caring guy.
Ironically, after they married, it was after one of these incidents that little Pete Jr. was conceived. They were at a bar when, in typical fashion, an athletic man on Italian ancestry approached Pam and asked her to dance. She had already had a few more drinks than her normal quota, and felt like showing Pete a thing or too about what could happen if he didn't look out for his wife. For the first time in their relationship, Pam accepted the offer and stared boldly into Pete's eyes as this muscular stranger led her by the hand to the crowded and dark dance floor. To an extent, Pam was testing Pete, hoping to ******* him into action, although she knew all too well that he would cower against the bar rather than step in. Pete's heart jumped as she walked away, hand in hand with another man. But, his feet were cemented into place and his lips sealed. The familiar feelings of his genitals withdrawing overcame him.
As he watched the dark figures of Pam and this stranger on the dance floor, the sensations grew even more intense. He could feel a dribble of seminal fluid drip from the hole of his penis which was nestled flush against his groin. It was as if the tightness of his balls pulling up put pressure on his prostate ... a very pleasant pressure ... that squeezed forth some excess fluid.
For her part, Pam was enjoying the danger of it all. Her nipples rubbed against the fabric of her blouse as she gyrated to the fast dance number, sending electric shocks through her sensory system all headed to her clitoris. When the fast song gave way to a slow number, her dark haired partner pulled her close and she seemed swallowed in a fog of his male musk, the smell of a real man's man. When her aural senses gave way to the sense of touch, she realized that he was grinding a massive bulge against her stomach. The juices began to flow down her vagina, soaking the lace panties covering her labia. She thought she was going to stumble as her knees seemed to buckle under the intensity of it all, but his strong grasp of her waist kept them joined together separated only by the material of their clothing. He started to nuzzle her neck while his other hand began to caress her buttocks.
Had there been no one else in the room and a bed nearby, Pam was sure that she would be stripped and willingly spreading her legs inviting this assertive man to do what he wanted. But, the room was crowded and loud, and her dance partner was not reading her mind, but rather thinking with the sperm laden bulge he was grinding so menacingly into Pam's belly. He whispered in her ear: "Hey, baby, let's go out to the alley behind the bar and you can give me a blow job."
While certainly the sign of a man who knew what he wanted and wasn't afraid to ask, it was still rather crass. It brought Pam's otherwise conquered facade back to the reality of the situation.
She broke away, found Pete at the bar, grabbed him by the hand and dragged him home. No sooner than they were in their bedroom, Pam was pushing Pete back on the bed, forcefully yanking down his pants and underwear, stepping out of her sticky panties and mounting him like a woman possessed. While Pete's penis had regained some of its normal form and position, it was still far less intimidating than the bulge that had been pressed into her tummy, Pam summoned it forth in all of its diminutive splendor and inserted it into her pussy. She wiggled herself to a quick series of orgasms precipitated mainly her frantic gyrations of her clit against Pete's pubic bone. Her ardor caused Pete to shoot his load of semen into Pam's spasming quim... a cunt inflamed and lubricated by the efforts of this dark interloper.
One of Pete's swimmers made its way to one of Pam's eggs as it was released from the fallopian tubes, giving rise to little Pete Jr. nine months later.
Now that Pete Jr. was a tot, Pam went back to work. Family life had prevented anymore encounters with bar predators. But, the workplace created new challenges. One of Pam's co-workers, Dave, was imbued with all of the self-confidence, brawn and assertiveness of a strong libidoed male of 27. Dave was tall at 6' 1", a height that made Pam feel little. He was athletic and brash. It could be that he sensed a unprotected mate of a beta male, or it could be that he was simply attracted to Pam. She was, without question, the most alluring woman in the office. Motherhood has given her a radiant glow that was a beacon to all hard pricks looking for a warm receptacle.
Dave stalked his target with care. He engaged in nonsensical repartee in the break room and made a point of befriending Pam and her group of friends. Pam, too, sensed that some primeval ritual was in motion. She sensed that Dave's motives were less than pure, as did most of her girlfriends. Yet, Pam had no reason to back away. In fact, she grew to like the attention Dave provided. When he would come up behind her at the water cooler and brush against the back of her rear, Pam's nipples sprang to involuntary attention. But, for the sake of decorum, Pam began to mention Pete Sr. and Pete Jr. whenever possible in her conversations with Dave. This didn't diminish Dave's interest, however. Rather, Dave would remark about things that Pete Sr. would do with comments like, "Gee, if that had been me, I would have told that jerk off ..." or "Wow, Dave doesn't sound very much like the macho type."
Although it was not his place, Pam welcomed his profession of hypothetical jealousy and protection. She felt safe and, given her married status as a mom, unsafe with Dave. For Dave's part, he began to claim Pam by warding off any other interested males in the office. He even began to separate Pam from her female co-workers.
When it came time for the company picnic at Pam's office, an interesting situation arose. Pete came with Pete Jr. in tow, believing that he was with his wife. Dave, on the other hand, expected to spend exclusive time with Pam, just as he did in the office. At first things were pleasant. Pam introduced Dave to Pete and Pete Jr. and after the exchange of small talk, most of which he directed to Pam, he broke away to join a covey of other single workers near the barbeque.
Pam couldn't help but glance over at Dave. As she noticed him chatting up Lola, the office slut, she began to feel jealous. Rationally, she knew that her feelings were unjustified, but the feelings persisted. Finally, she gathered up Pete Jr. in her arms and ambled over to where Dave and Lola were talking. Even though Lola was visibly displaying her dismay at the intrusion, Pam would not be dissuaded. She inserted her deftly into what was obviously a sexually charged conversation and redirected it away from Lola and back towards Dave.
Lola stood her ground, however, thinking that Dave would realize that he stood a far better chance for a blow job with her than this married, mommy. As Pam controlled the conversation with veiled references to water cooler encounters with Dave, Pete Jr. instinctively began to grab his mom's left breast as she held him in her arms. Normally, this public activity of her ******* would embarrass Pam. Yet, when she saw Dave's eyes focused on Pete Jr.'s hand as he kneaded Pam's breast, she was frozen. She normally would have moved Pete Jr.'s hand away, but with Dave's gaze fixed on the manipulations of her breast, she was immobilized. A submissive, exhibitionism overcame her. She felt her nipple grow rigid and moisture begin to form in her crotch. She actually shifted her breast to encourage Pete Jr.'s squeezing and pinching. With her breathing becoming more labored, Pam lost her train of thought in the conversation, allowing Lola one last attempt to regain Dave's attention.
"Dave, why don't we go over to the cooler and get another beer." Lola entreated as she jutted her tits out and tried to reek sexuality.
But Dave's attention was decidedly elsewhere. Without looking at Lola, he shifted his gaze from the erect nipple straining against the fabric of Pam's blouse, to Pam's eyes. Pam felt as if she was on display as Dave dismissed Lola with a curt, "No, I'm good, but you go ahead."
Meanwhile, Pete Sr. stood awkwardly alone underneath the picnic shelter where he had been abandoned by his wife. He watched the entire scene sans dialogue, of course. As he saw Pam standing enrapt in the attention of this big, good looking guy, the old feelings washed over Pete. There was a empty feeling in his stomach that then descended into his groin. The tightness in his crotch was pronounced as his testes and penis shrank like a nude Eskimo on an ice floe. This contracted feeling brought a pleasant sensation as if he needed to pee.
This left Pete confused and conflicted. Conditioned by society's teaching that a man must exercise dominion over his mate and ward off other predators, he felt he should be angry and take action. Yet, it was the very fact that he felt helpless and out-of-control that brought him the greatest sensatory pleasure.
Perhaps it was the awkwardness of standing alone among people he didn't know, that impelled Pete to walk over to where Pam stood smiling and laughing with a this good looking co-worker. His heart pounded in his head as he made the short walk. We he arrived, Pam didn't even look over, instead her conversation inane as it was, was the most important thing. Initially, Pete stood silently, an odd-man out. While Pam acted oblivious, Dave made eye contact with Pete and then, with devilish purpose, slowly redirected his stare back to Pam's breast that continued to enjoy the rhythmic pinching of Pete Jr. Three times, Dave repeated his silent message of looking over to Pete and then back to Pam's excited nipple, assuring that Pete was quite aware of the subject of his leer, as well as the fact that Pam made no effort to dislodge Pete Jr.'s hand from second base.
After Dave was certain that Pete was aware that he was enjoying the view of Pam's manipulated nipple, and that Pete would take no initiative to intervene, Dave decided he would test the limits of his power.
"Pam, why don't you leave your ******* with Daddy and let me give you a ride in my new vette." Dave's suggestion was followed by an awkward silence. Pam was shocked that Dave would propose such a thing right in front of her husband. Pam looked over to Pete, who, to her dismay, just returned the look. Pam and Pete continued to look at one another waiting for someone to speak. No one did.
Pam looked back at Dave who was grinning mischievously. She turned to Pete and handed over Pete, Jr. Dave took Pam by the hand and led her away to the parking lot. Pam looked back as she was led away. Pete just stood there silent with Pete, Jr. in his arms.
To Pete, it seemed like an eternity while Pam was gone. The intensely anxious feeling in his abdomen and crotch seemed to immobilize him. Pete could even feel a slight trickle of fluid from the tip of his penis while he waited.
When Pam returned, she was smiling with her wind swept hair causing her to have a slightly disheveled appearance. Dave was no where to be seen as she walked up to Pete and retrieved Pete, Jr. Focusing her attention on her baby, she said in a sing-song manner, "Did my little baby miss Mommy while she took a ride with the big, strong man?"
Pete summoned up enough courage to ask: "Honey, he didn't try anything did he?" Painfully, delaying her answer, Pam looked at her husband, then back at Pete, Jr. and replied to her baby, again in a sing-song manner, "No, the big, strong man didn't try anything with your Mommy...But, he did ask your Mommy out on a date."
Pam then turned her gaze to Pete who felt the ******* draining from his face. Pete stuttered, "Well, whh.. whhha... whhaatt did you tell him?"
"I...," Pam emphasized the "I", "didn't tell him anything. What are you going to tell him?"
Pam and Pete didn't say much to one another for the remainder of the picnic and the drive home. That evening after putting Pete, Jr. to bed, Pam changed into her PJs and joined Pete in their bed. To Pete's pleasant surprise, Pam started stroking Pete's hairless chest and stomach.
As she did, she said: "You know darling, as I was giving Pete, Jr. his bath a noticed how much he takes after you. His eyes, his nose, his mouth ..." While pausing, Pam reached down and pulled the front of Pete's briefs down exposing him. "Even Pete, Jr.'s pee- pee looks like yours."
"It's got the little cap with the circumcised rim on the teeny shaft." Pam traced the parts on her husband's genatalia as she spoke. "Of course, your balls a slightly bigger since you have hit puberty...But, still, you two could be twins otherwise...You know what?...I think I'll name your pee-pee: Little Petey."
Pam paused like she was thinking as she was examining "Little Petey." Pete didn't really mind as she was softly drawing her fingertip over his testicles.
"So, what does Little Petey think about the big, strong man who took me for a ride." Pam's voice turned to the sing-song timbre that she had used earlier in the day. Pete's scrotum ******* contracted and his penis withdrew into his pelvis.
"Oh, my, it looks like Little Petey is scared of the big, strong man." Pam remarked.
"Well, what will Little Petey do if the big. strong man calls and asks me on a date again?"
Pete could not control his bodily responses and a trickle or clear sticky liquid began to dribble from the opening of his penis.
"Oh, dear. It looks like Little Petey is drooling. Is that what Little Petey is doing? Drooling over the thought that Pete, Jr.'s Mommy might go out on a date with a big, strong man?"
More seminal fluid leaked from Pete's penis.
"Goodness. It looks like Little Petey is excited by the thought."
And another droplet formed at Pete's pee hole.
"Well, you know Little Petey, if I did go on a date, Little Petey would have to stay home and look after Pete, Jr. That would leave Pete, Jr.'s Mommy all alone with the big, strong man on the date."
The flow of seminal fluid continued unabated from Pete's urethra.
"And big, strong men like to do things when they go out on dates, Little Petey. They like to kiss.... they like to touch their dates. How would Little Petey feel if the big, strong man kissed Pete, Jr's Mommy and tried to feel her boobies?"
All of a sudden, it was like a dam broke. The seminal fluid came out of Pete's penis in a continuous stream. Pam carefully aimed the stream up Pete's stomach where it puddled in a pool. After the last of the clear, sticky liquid came out, Pam released the semi-soft penis and it settled back in a resting position, just an inch from Pete's pelvis.
"Well, I guess Little Petey doesn't mind Pete, Jr.'s Mommy going on a date, eh?"
Embarrassed and drained, Pete laid there silent.
"Look, it looks like Little Petey is all emptied out and can't help Pete. Jr's Mommy get any sexual relief tonight. So, why don't you suck on my boobies while I take care of business myself."
Pete gratefully rolled over and began to lick and suck on Pam's nipples as her right hand went between her legs and started its vigorous rubbing. Pam's eyes were closed, but Pete seemed to sense that Pam was imagining more of a date with the big, strong man. Moments later, Pam's body heaved in the throes of a huge orgasm.
A few days later, the phone rang as Pete was clearing away the dinner dishes. Pam answered the phone. When she realized who it was, she stood there with the look of a deer in headlights.
"Oh, hi, Dave... Yes, I did have a good time at the company picnic... Yes, your car is really neat... No, I'm not avoiding you at work... No, Pete hasn't told me not to talk to you... Um hmm... No, I haven't thought about your offer... You want to go out this Saturday night? I don't know Dave... I am married... Well, there is Pete, Jr., we don't have a baby sitter... Well, I suppose that Pete could watch the baby... Hold on a second..."
After trying to fend off Dave's insistence, Pam had run out of excuses. She stood there holding the phone and looking at Pete who had stopped clearing the table and was eavesdropping on the conversation.
After a brief silence, Pam said in a hushed tone: "Well, what do you want me to do? Either you take the phone and tell him to leave me alone or I'll have to tell Little Petey about the date after I get back on Saturday night."
Pam held the phone out for Pete to take. Pete stood frozen for what seemed like five minutes even though it was only a matter of seconds. When she realized that Pete wasn't going to take the phone, she sighed and slowly brought the receiver back to her head.
"Yes, I suppose that would be alright. Pete can watch Pete Jr. ... 7:30? ... Yes, that'll be fine... Yes, I'll see you then ... Yeah, I'm looking forward to it, too ... bye."
The remainder of the week both Pete and Pam didn't mention Dave's call or the date. Instead, awkward moments were filled by idle chatter about the weather, the lawn, relatives, etc.
On Saturday evening, Pam showered and prepared for her date. She came out of the bathroom in sheer lacy white bikini underwear and demi-bra and found Pete standing there with the baby in his arms. Not missing a beat, Pam took the dress that she had laid out on the bed and slipped it over her head and turned to Pete. "Honey, can you zip me up?"
Pete did.
She turned and addressed Pete, Jr. "Now, you be a good boy for Daddy while Mommy is out with the big, strong man. And when Mommy gets home, she'll tell your twin, Little Petey all about her date."
The constriction of his genitals was almost painful during the time that Pam was gone. When he finally heard the front door open at about 11:30 PM, Pete sighed the proverbial sigh of relief. Whatever had happened was over. Pam entered the unlit bedroom. As she slipped her dress over her head, she asked: "Was Pete Jr. a good boy?"
"Yes" Pete replied.
"How about Little Petey?"
Pete was silent. Pam undid her bra and slid off her panties and climbed on the bed.
"Well, let's see Little Petey." She pulled down the covers and then rolled down Pete's briefs. Pete instinctively lifted his butt so that she could completely remove his underwear. "Yes, that's Little Petey alright."
Pam began to use her fingertip to trace around Pete's diminutive dick and scrotum. As if on cue, the fluid began to flow.
"I suppose it really is true. Little Petey can't wait to hear about the date between Pete Jr.'s Mommy and the big, strong man. There was nothing really special about the dinner part, just chit chat. But, as we got in his car to drive home, Dave drove me to a park so that we could have some private time. He started saying some very nice things and then he leaned towards me and kissed me on the lips."
"Now, Little Petey, Pete Jr.'s Mommy hasn't had anyone kiss her on the lips for a long time, other than Pete Jr.'s Daddy. It was really warm and the big, strong man kept pressing hard on my mouth until I opened up my lips and then his big, slippery tongue ****** it's way inside my mouth."
The flow of fluid from "Little Petey" was copious.
"You know Little Petey, if you are going to drool so much when I tell you what happened, I think we are going to need to borrow one of Pete Jr.'s bibs." With that Pam got up and went into the kitchen leaving Pete naked, and spread eagle on the bed. She returned and laid the cotton bib on Pete's abdomen where most of the fluid was pooling. Pam then tied the string around Pete's genitals finishing with a tight bow at the base of the scrotum. Pete felt the pressure in his prostate increase and sensed the dangling strings tickling his anus.
"There." Pam said with satisfaction. "We won't have to worry about Little Petey messing up Mommy's bed."
"So, where was I? Oh, yes. The big strong man with his tongue down my throat. Little Petey, his tongue was thick and meaty, bigger than you. he just keep thrusting it in my mouth and swirling it around. My small tongue was no match; it was just overpowered. The big, strong man seemed to want to conquer my mouth...And, he did."
Pete was immobilized by Pam's story. He was nude and vulnerable, with a baby's bib looped around his dick and balls, as it absorbed the sticky discharge. Little Petey, for "his" part was enthralled. Instead of growing larger, engorged by the ******* flow, Little Petey's shaft seemed to withdraw into an unknown cavity within Pete's pelvis, acting like a ramrod against his prostate gland. Pete's hairless nipples were hard as bullets and his testes were also contracted into his pelvic cavity.
In his frozen state, Pete and "Little Petey" were reacting to the recognition that Pam had enticed away by a stronger and more dominant male. For her part, Pam also sensed that her feminine treasures had been exposed to this more dominant male without intervention by or protection from her husband. Pam's sore jaw and the whisker burn around her lips from Dave's five o'clock shadow were reminders that she could be preyed upon by other males who may have only their own prurient desires in mind. Yet, she felt a little guilty nonetheless as her vagina was still lubricated from the encounter.
Pam continued. "After a few minutes of kissing, the big strong man wanted more from Pete Jr.'s Mommy. He started to touch my boobies. I tried to move his hands away, but just like his tongue, his hands were too strong for me to stop. Pretty soon, Dave had my dress open and deftly popped the clasp on my bra. Those big fingers of his started to tweak and pull at my nipples, Little Petey. The very same nipples that used to feed Pete Jr. He really mauled my tits and worked them over good."
"I know Little Petey can't see, but can you Pete? Can you see how the big, strong man used my boobies for his own pleasure."
Pam looked down at her breasts. The nipples were still distended and there were obvious fingerprints and handprints on her light skin. Pete looked, too. His eyes met Pam's in the dark and they both sensed that their future was no longer of their own control.
"I suppose I should tell Little Petey what else happened." Pam broke her gaze from Pete and redirected it to the little stalk with the mushroom cap that was leaking even more seminal fluid onto the bib.
"Well, the big, strong man wanted to introduce me to a new friend, Little Petey. I'll have to call him Big Davey because, well, he is very big. I hope you don't mind, Little Petey, that Pete Jr.'s Mommy has a new friend. But, the introduction was rather unexpected and sudden. After the big, strong man had been kissing me and playing with my boobies for about twenty minutes, he withdrew his big tongue from my mouth and, when he did, I looked down and saw that he had unzipped his pants. That's when I first saw Big Davey, sticking out of his fly like a huge sequoia tree with a flared, menacing helmet on top."
"Let me see if I can show you how big my new friend is." Pam formed a circle with her thumbs and forefingers and encircled Little Petey. Pam used both of her hands since the circle formed by just a single forefinger and thumb was too small. Pete peered down his belly at the broad circumference of Pam's fingers that made his penis seem like a thin reed. He felt his manhood contract even further.
"And, my new friend is really tall, too." Pam placed her hand a point in the air above Little Petey, a full 9 or 10 inches from Pete's stomach.
by Hunter Jackson (hunter_jackson@yahoo.com)
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Pete's wife is frustrated by her husband's lack of possessiveness, until an alpha-male coworker takes advantage of the opportunity. (MMF, bi, wife, voy, reluc, cuck, preg)
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Family life for the Sanders was somewhat typical. The arrival of Pete Jr. some 18 months earlier had brought Pam and Pete Sr. structure to what had otherwise been the married continuation of their college courting days.
Pete Jr. took after his dad, as his name might suggest. He was a toe-head boy of slight build. At 5 ft. 8 inches, Pete Sr. certainly wasn't a bruiser. At 5 ft. 6, Pam could almost look at him eye to eye in her stocking feet. In heels, Pete Sr. looked up to her.
With his diminutive stature, there were two ways for Pete Sr.'s personality to go. Either he could be an aggressive "little Napoleon" trying to compensate, or he could be the quiet and retiring type. Pete Sr. was the latter.
This had been a bone of contention between Pam and Pete Sr. She, like most women, wanted to feel protected by her man. Politically incorrect though it may be, she wanted to feel "owned" by her man.
In their dating days, Pam would frequently get approached by alpha-type men even with Pete Sr. standing right beside her. This was not particularly surprising given her golden, shoulder length hair and taut figure where her 34C bust was separated from her tight ass-cheeks by a narrow waist ... a waist that she had regained through exercise after expelling Pete Jr. from her previously snug vagina.
These brutish men would sidle right up to Pam and ask to buy her a ******* or join them for a dance. At first Pam simply waited for Pete Sr. to intervene. But, when no intervention was forthcoming, Pam was left to explain that she was with Pete. Some guys would simply smirk and walk away. Others wouldn't take no for an answer and would continue to pester Pam right in front of Pete.
From Pam's perspective, she couldn't understand how Pete could remain idle. Yet, at the same time, the presence of an aggressive male cause her nipples to harden and, to her embarrassment, dampness to form in the crotch of her panties.
Initially, Pam berated Pete for being wimpish, challenging him to explain why he didn't do anything, or at least speak up. Pete had no answer for what seemed like very reasonable questions from Pam. Instead, he just cast his eyes to the floor in humiliation, remembering the way his breathing grew quick and shallow when these ardent suitors approached his gal. There was something that also embarrassed him: the realization that his testicles seemed to be drawn up into his abdominal cavity and his penis beat a similar retreat, leaving only the smallest bump of its head externally apparent, although Pete's pubic hair probably obscured even that.
Relationships can survive and adapt to many things. Such was the case of Pam and Pete Sr. Pam accepted the fact that Pete would never assert himself in these testosterone fueled confrontations. Pam figured that she could handle herself just fine, although she certainly longed for the show of jealousy and dominance that she envisioned would be exhibited by the normal red-blooded male. In all other respects, Pete was a great, caring guy.
Ironically, after they married, it was after one of these incidents that little Pete Jr. was conceived. They were at a bar when, in typical fashion, an athletic man on Italian ancestry approached Pam and asked her to dance. She had already had a few more drinks than her normal quota, and felt like showing Pete a thing or too about what could happen if he didn't look out for his wife. For the first time in their relationship, Pam accepted the offer and stared boldly into Pete's eyes as this muscular stranger led her by the hand to the crowded and dark dance floor. To an extent, Pam was testing Pete, hoping to ******* him into action, although she knew all too well that he would cower against the bar rather than step in. Pete's heart jumped as she walked away, hand in hand with another man. But, his feet were cemented into place and his lips sealed. The familiar feelings of his genitals withdrawing overcame him.
As he watched the dark figures of Pam and this stranger on the dance floor, the sensations grew even more intense. He could feel a dribble of seminal fluid drip from the hole of his penis which was nestled flush against his groin. It was as if the tightness of his balls pulling up put pressure on his prostate ... a very pleasant pressure ... that squeezed forth some excess fluid.
For her part, Pam was enjoying the danger of it all. Her nipples rubbed against the fabric of her blouse as she gyrated to the fast dance number, sending electric shocks through her sensory system all headed to her clitoris. When the fast song gave way to a slow number, her dark haired partner pulled her close and she seemed swallowed in a fog of his male musk, the smell of a real man's man. When her aural senses gave way to the sense of touch, she realized that he was grinding a massive bulge against her stomach. The juices began to flow down her vagina, soaking the lace panties covering her labia. She thought she was going to stumble as her knees seemed to buckle under the intensity of it all, but his strong grasp of her waist kept them joined together separated only by the material of their clothing. He started to nuzzle her neck while his other hand began to caress her buttocks.
Had there been no one else in the room and a bed nearby, Pam was sure that she would be stripped and willingly spreading her legs inviting this assertive man to do what he wanted. But, the room was crowded and loud, and her dance partner was not reading her mind, but rather thinking with the sperm laden bulge he was grinding so menacingly into Pam's belly. He whispered in her ear: "Hey, baby, let's go out to the alley behind the bar and you can give me a blow job."
While certainly the sign of a man who knew what he wanted and wasn't afraid to ask, it was still rather crass. It brought Pam's otherwise conquered facade back to the reality of the situation.
She broke away, found Pete at the bar, grabbed him by the hand and dragged him home. No sooner than they were in their bedroom, Pam was pushing Pete back on the bed, forcefully yanking down his pants and underwear, stepping out of her sticky panties and mounting him like a woman possessed. While Pete's penis had regained some of its normal form and position, it was still far less intimidating than the bulge that had been pressed into her tummy, Pam summoned it forth in all of its diminutive splendor and inserted it into her pussy. She wiggled herself to a quick series of orgasms precipitated mainly her frantic gyrations of her clit against Pete's pubic bone. Her ardor caused Pete to shoot his load of semen into Pam's spasming quim... a cunt inflamed and lubricated by the efforts of this dark interloper.
One of Pete's swimmers made its way to one of Pam's eggs as it was released from the fallopian tubes, giving rise to little Pete Jr. nine months later.
Now that Pete Jr. was a tot, Pam went back to work. Family life had prevented anymore encounters with bar predators. But, the workplace created new challenges. One of Pam's co-workers, Dave, was imbued with all of the self-confidence, brawn and assertiveness of a strong libidoed male of 27. Dave was tall at 6' 1", a height that made Pam feel little. He was athletic and brash. It could be that he sensed a unprotected mate of a beta male, or it could be that he was simply attracted to Pam. She was, without question, the most alluring woman in the office. Motherhood has given her a radiant glow that was a beacon to all hard pricks looking for a warm receptacle.
Dave stalked his target with care. He engaged in nonsensical repartee in the break room and made a point of befriending Pam and her group of friends. Pam, too, sensed that some primeval ritual was in motion. She sensed that Dave's motives were less than pure, as did most of her girlfriends. Yet, Pam had no reason to back away. In fact, she grew to like the attention Dave provided. When he would come up behind her at the water cooler and brush against the back of her rear, Pam's nipples sprang to involuntary attention. But, for the sake of decorum, Pam began to mention Pete Sr. and Pete Jr. whenever possible in her conversations with Dave. This didn't diminish Dave's interest, however. Rather, Dave would remark about things that Pete Sr. would do with comments like, "Gee, if that had been me, I would have told that jerk off ..." or "Wow, Dave doesn't sound very much like the macho type."
Although it was not his place, Pam welcomed his profession of hypothetical jealousy and protection. She felt safe and, given her married status as a mom, unsafe with Dave. For Dave's part, he began to claim Pam by warding off any other interested males in the office. He even began to separate Pam from her female co-workers.
When it came time for the company picnic at Pam's office, an interesting situation arose. Pete came with Pete Jr. in tow, believing that he was with his wife. Dave, on the other hand, expected to spend exclusive time with Pam, just as he did in the office. At first things were pleasant. Pam introduced Dave to Pete and Pete Jr. and after the exchange of small talk, most of which he directed to Pam, he broke away to join a covey of other single workers near the barbeque.
Pam couldn't help but glance over at Dave. As she noticed him chatting up Lola, the office slut, she began to feel jealous. Rationally, she knew that her feelings were unjustified, but the feelings persisted. Finally, she gathered up Pete Jr. in her arms and ambled over to where Dave and Lola were talking. Even though Lola was visibly displaying her dismay at the intrusion, Pam would not be dissuaded. She inserted her deftly into what was obviously a sexually charged conversation and redirected it away from Lola and back towards Dave.
Lola stood her ground, however, thinking that Dave would realize that he stood a far better chance for a blow job with her than this married, mommy. As Pam controlled the conversation with veiled references to water cooler encounters with Dave, Pete Jr. instinctively began to grab his mom's left breast as she held him in her arms. Normally, this public activity of her ******* would embarrass Pam. Yet, when she saw Dave's eyes focused on Pete Jr.'s hand as he kneaded Pam's breast, she was frozen. She normally would have moved Pete Jr.'s hand away, but with Dave's gaze fixed on the manipulations of her breast, she was immobilized. A submissive, exhibitionism overcame her. She felt her nipple grow rigid and moisture begin to form in her crotch. She actually shifted her breast to encourage Pete Jr.'s squeezing and pinching. With her breathing becoming more labored, Pam lost her train of thought in the conversation, allowing Lola one last attempt to regain Dave's attention.
"Dave, why don't we go over to the cooler and get another beer." Lola entreated as she jutted her tits out and tried to reek sexuality.
But Dave's attention was decidedly elsewhere. Without looking at Lola, he shifted his gaze from the erect nipple straining against the fabric of Pam's blouse, to Pam's eyes. Pam felt as if she was on display as Dave dismissed Lola with a curt, "No, I'm good, but you go ahead."
Meanwhile, Pete Sr. stood awkwardly alone underneath the picnic shelter where he had been abandoned by his wife. He watched the entire scene sans dialogue, of course. As he saw Pam standing enrapt in the attention of this big, good looking guy, the old feelings washed over Pete. There was a empty feeling in his stomach that then descended into his groin. The tightness in his crotch was pronounced as his testes and penis shrank like a nude Eskimo on an ice floe. This contracted feeling brought a pleasant sensation as if he needed to pee.
This left Pete confused and conflicted. Conditioned by society's teaching that a man must exercise dominion over his mate and ward off other predators, he felt he should be angry and take action. Yet, it was the very fact that he felt helpless and out-of-control that brought him the greatest sensatory pleasure.
Perhaps it was the awkwardness of standing alone among people he didn't know, that impelled Pete to walk over to where Pam stood smiling and laughing with a this good looking co-worker. His heart pounded in his head as he made the short walk. We he arrived, Pam didn't even look over, instead her conversation inane as it was, was the most important thing. Initially, Pete stood silently, an odd-man out. While Pam acted oblivious, Dave made eye contact with Pete and then, with devilish purpose, slowly redirected his stare back to Pam's breast that continued to enjoy the rhythmic pinching of Pete Jr. Three times, Dave repeated his silent message of looking over to Pete and then back to Pam's excited nipple, assuring that Pete was quite aware of the subject of his leer, as well as the fact that Pam made no effort to dislodge Pete Jr.'s hand from second base.
After Dave was certain that Pete was aware that he was enjoying the view of Pam's manipulated nipple, and that Pete would take no initiative to intervene, Dave decided he would test the limits of his power.
"Pam, why don't you leave your ******* with Daddy and let me give you a ride in my new vette." Dave's suggestion was followed by an awkward silence. Pam was shocked that Dave would propose such a thing right in front of her husband. Pam looked over to Pete, who, to her dismay, just returned the look. Pam and Pete continued to look at one another waiting for someone to speak. No one did.
Pam looked back at Dave who was grinning mischievously. She turned to Pete and handed over Pete, Jr. Dave took Pam by the hand and led her away to the parking lot. Pam looked back as she was led away. Pete just stood there silent with Pete, Jr. in his arms.
To Pete, it seemed like an eternity while Pam was gone. The intensely anxious feeling in his abdomen and crotch seemed to immobilize him. Pete could even feel a slight trickle of fluid from the tip of his penis while he waited.
When Pam returned, she was smiling with her wind swept hair causing her to have a slightly disheveled appearance. Dave was no where to be seen as she walked up to Pete and retrieved Pete, Jr. Focusing her attention on her baby, she said in a sing-song manner, "Did my little baby miss Mommy while she took a ride with the big, strong man?"
Pete summoned up enough courage to ask: "Honey, he didn't try anything did he?" Painfully, delaying her answer, Pam looked at her husband, then back at Pete, Jr. and replied to her baby, again in a sing-song manner, "No, the big, strong man didn't try anything with your Mommy...But, he did ask your Mommy out on a date."
Pam then turned her gaze to Pete who felt the ******* draining from his face. Pete stuttered, "Well, whh.. whhha... whhaatt did you tell him?"
"I...," Pam emphasized the "I", "didn't tell him anything. What are you going to tell him?"
Pam and Pete didn't say much to one another for the remainder of the picnic and the drive home. That evening after putting Pete, Jr. to bed, Pam changed into her PJs and joined Pete in their bed. To Pete's pleasant surprise, Pam started stroking Pete's hairless chest and stomach.
As she did, she said: "You know darling, as I was giving Pete, Jr. his bath a noticed how much he takes after you. His eyes, his nose, his mouth ..." While pausing, Pam reached down and pulled the front of Pete's briefs down exposing him. "Even Pete, Jr.'s pee- pee looks like yours."
"It's got the little cap with the circumcised rim on the teeny shaft." Pam traced the parts on her husband's genatalia as she spoke. "Of course, your balls a slightly bigger since you have hit puberty...But, still, you two could be twins otherwise...You know what?...I think I'll name your pee-pee: Little Petey."
Pam paused like she was thinking as she was examining "Little Petey." Pete didn't really mind as she was softly drawing her fingertip over his testicles.
"So, what does Little Petey think about the big, strong man who took me for a ride." Pam's voice turned to the sing-song timbre that she had used earlier in the day. Pete's scrotum ******* contracted and his penis withdrew into his pelvis.
"Oh, my, it looks like Little Petey is scared of the big, strong man." Pam remarked.
"Well, what will Little Petey do if the big. strong man calls and asks me on a date again?"
Pete could not control his bodily responses and a trickle or clear sticky liquid began to dribble from the opening of his penis.
"Oh, dear. It looks like Little Petey is drooling. Is that what Little Petey is doing? Drooling over the thought that Pete, Jr.'s Mommy might go out on a date with a big, strong man?"
More seminal fluid leaked from Pete's penis.
"Goodness. It looks like Little Petey is excited by the thought."
And another droplet formed at Pete's pee hole.
"Well, you know Little Petey, if I did go on a date, Little Petey would have to stay home and look after Pete, Jr. That would leave Pete, Jr.'s Mommy all alone with the big, strong man on the date."
The flow of seminal fluid continued unabated from Pete's urethra.
"And big, strong men like to do things when they go out on dates, Little Petey. They like to kiss.... they like to touch their dates. How would Little Petey feel if the big, strong man kissed Pete, Jr's Mommy and tried to feel her boobies?"
All of a sudden, it was like a dam broke. The seminal fluid came out of Pete's penis in a continuous stream. Pam carefully aimed the stream up Pete's stomach where it puddled in a pool. After the last of the clear, sticky liquid came out, Pam released the semi-soft penis and it settled back in a resting position, just an inch from Pete's pelvis.
"Well, I guess Little Petey doesn't mind Pete, Jr.'s Mommy going on a date, eh?"
Embarrassed and drained, Pete laid there silent.
"Look, it looks like Little Petey is all emptied out and can't help Pete. Jr's Mommy get any sexual relief tonight. So, why don't you suck on my boobies while I take care of business myself."
Pete gratefully rolled over and began to lick and suck on Pam's nipples as her right hand went between her legs and started its vigorous rubbing. Pam's eyes were closed, but Pete seemed to sense that Pam was imagining more of a date with the big, strong man. Moments later, Pam's body heaved in the throes of a huge orgasm.
A few days later, the phone rang as Pete was clearing away the dinner dishes. Pam answered the phone. When she realized who it was, she stood there with the look of a deer in headlights.
"Oh, hi, Dave... Yes, I did have a good time at the company picnic... Yes, your car is really neat... No, I'm not avoiding you at work... No, Pete hasn't told me not to talk to you... Um hmm... No, I haven't thought about your offer... You want to go out this Saturday night? I don't know Dave... I am married... Well, there is Pete, Jr., we don't have a baby sitter... Well, I suppose that Pete could watch the baby... Hold on a second..."
After trying to fend off Dave's insistence, Pam had run out of excuses. She stood there holding the phone and looking at Pete who had stopped clearing the table and was eavesdropping on the conversation.
After a brief silence, Pam said in a hushed tone: "Well, what do you want me to do? Either you take the phone and tell him to leave me alone or I'll have to tell Little Petey about the date after I get back on Saturday night."
Pam held the phone out for Pete to take. Pete stood frozen for what seemed like five minutes even though it was only a matter of seconds. When she realized that Pete wasn't going to take the phone, she sighed and slowly brought the receiver back to her head.
"Yes, I suppose that would be alright. Pete can watch Pete Jr. ... 7:30? ... Yes, that'll be fine... Yes, I'll see you then ... Yeah, I'm looking forward to it, too ... bye."
The remainder of the week both Pete and Pam didn't mention Dave's call or the date. Instead, awkward moments were filled by idle chatter about the weather, the lawn, relatives, etc.
On Saturday evening, Pam showered and prepared for her date. She came out of the bathroom in sheer lacy white bikini underwear and demi-bra and found Pete standing there with the baby in his arms. Not missing a beat, Pam took the dress that she had laid out on the bed and slipped it over her head and turned to Pete. "Honey, can you zip me up?"
Pete did.
She turned and addressed Pete, Jr. "Now, you be a good boy for Daddy while Mommy is out with the big, strong man. And when Mommy gets home, she'll tell your twin, Little Petey all about her date."
The constriction of his genitals was almost painful during the time that Pam was gone. When he finally heard the front door open at about 11:30 PM, Pete sighed the proverbial sigh of relief. Whatever had happened was over. Pam entered the unlit bedroom. As she slipped her dress over her head, she asked: "Was Pete Jr. a good boy?"
"Yes" Pete replied.
"How about Little Petey?"
Pete was silent. Pam undid her bra and slid off her panties and climbed on the bed.
"Well, let's see Little Petey." She pulled down the covers and then rolled down Pete's briefs. Pete instinctively lifted his butt so that she could completely remove his underwear. "Yes, that's Little Petey alright."
Pam began to use her fingertip to trace around Pete's diminutive dick and scrotum. As if on cue, the fluid began to flow.
"I suppose it really is true. Little Petey can't wait to hear about the date between Pete Jr.'s Mommy and the big, strong man. There was nothing really special about the dinner part, just chit chat. But, as we got in his car to drive home, Dave drove me to a park so that we could have some private time. He started saying some very nice things and then he leaned towards me and kissed me on the lips."
"Now, Little Petey, Pete Jr.'s Mommy hasn't had anyone kiss her on the lips for a long time, other than Pete Jr.'s Daddy. It was really warm and the big, strong man kept pressing hard on my mouth until I opened up my lips and then his big, slippery tongue ****** it's way inside my mouth."
The flow of fluid from "Little Petey" was copious.
"You know Little Petey, if you are going to drool so much when I tell you what happened, I think we are going to need to borrow one of Pete Jr.'s bibs." With that Pam got up and went into the kitchen leaving Pete naked, and spread eagle on the bed. She returned and laid the cotton bib on Pete's abdomen where most of the fluid was pooling. Pam then tied the string around Pete's genitals finishing with a tight bow at the base of the scrotum. Pete felt the pressure in his prostate increase and sensed the dangling strings tickling his anus.
"There." Pam said with satisfaction. "We won't have to worry about Little Petey messing up Mommy's bed."
"So, where was I? Oh, yes. The big strong man with his tongue down my throat. Little Petey, his tongue was thick and meaty, bigger than you. he just keep thrusting it in my mouth and swirling it around. My small tongue was no match; it was just overpowered. The big, strong man seemed to want to conquer my mouth...And, he did."
Pete was immobilized by Pam's story. He was nude and vulnerable, with a baby's bib looped around his dick and balls, as it absorbed the sticky discharge. Little Petey, for "his" part was enthralled. Instead of growing larger, engorged by the ******* flow, Little Petey's shaft seemed to withdraw into an unknown cavity within Pete's pelvis, acting like a ramrod against his prostate gland. Pete's hairless nipples were hard as bullets and his testes were also contracted into his pelvic cavity.
In his frozen state, Pete and "Little Petey" were reacting to the recognition that Pam had enticed away by a stronger and more dominant male. For her part, Pam also sensed that her feminine treasures had been exposed to this more dominant male without intervention by or protection from her husband. Pam's sore jaw and the whisker burn around her lips from Dave's five o'clock shadow were reminders that she could be preyed upon by other males who may have only their own prurient desires in mind. Yet, she felt a little guilty nonetheless as her vagina was still lubricated from the encounter.
Pam continued. "After a few minutes of kissing, the big strong man wanted more from Pete Jr.'s Mommy. He started to touch my boobies. I tried to move his hands away, but just like his tongue, his hands were too strong for me to stop. Pretty soon, Dave had my dress open and deftly popped the clasp on my bra. Those big fingers of his started to tweak and pull at my nipples, Little Petey. The very same nipples that used to feed Pete Jr. He really mauled my tits and worked them over good."
"I know Little Petey can't see, but can you Pete? Can you see how the big, strong man used my boobies for his own pleasure."
Pam looked down at her breasts. The nipples were still distended and there were obvious fingerprints and handprints on her light skin. Pete looked, too. His eyes met Pam's in the dark and they both sensed that their future was no longer of their own control.
"I suppose I should tell Little Petey what else happened." Pam broke her gaze from Pete and redirected it to the little stalk with the mushroom cap that was leaking even more seminal fluid onto the bib.
"Well, the big, strong man wanted to introduce me to a new friend, Little Petey. I'll have to call him Big Davey because, well, he is very big. I hope you don't mind, Little Petey, that Pete Jr.'s Mommy has a new friend. But, the introduction was rather unexpected and sudden. After the big, strong man had been kissing me and playing with my boobies for about twenty minutes, he withdrew his big tongue from my mouth and, when he did, I looked down and saw that he had unzipped his pants. That's when I first saw Big Davey, sticking out of his fly like a huge sequoia tree with a flared, menacing helmet on top."
"Let me see if I can show you how big my new friend is." Pam formed a circle with her thumbs and forefingers and encircled Little Petey. Pam used both of her hands since the circle formed by just a single forefinger and thumb was too small. Pete peered down his belly at the broad circumference of Pam's fingers that made his penis seem like a thin reed. He felt his manhood contract even further.
"And, my new friend is really tall, too." Pam placed her hand a point in the air above Little Petey, a full 9 or 10 inches from Pete's stomach.