A Family Affair Ch. 04: Pam

Pam awoke when she heard distant screams. She had dozed off on the bed after Ted had made her cum violently; she had been trying to hold it back as He commanded, not allowing her to have the pleasure of release. Her hand casually rubbed her sore pussy; Ted's big dick always did a number on Pam and usually left her walking funny for a day or two after their rendezvous but to her it was always worth it. She gingerly rubbed her fat clit as she recalled how Ted had come over on the pretense for a spar match. She had greeted him at the door wearing a sexy lacy red bra and thong with matching thigh-high stockings and garter. She liked getting all dressed up for Him. Ted was in his work clothes; a dirty white under shirt and blue jeans with paint stains in various places. He followed Pam's little ass as she shook it tantalizingly while they made their way down to the basement.

Ted had no sooner pulled his shirt off over his head when Pam sucker punched him in his stomach. He grunted, more from surprise than pain since he was in the same shape he had been from high school when they had first dated; his abs though not defined like some gym rat were still strong and he had barely felt Pam's fist graze off him. She had a shit-eating grin on her face as she cocked back her thin arm for another blow while he stood there like superman; hands on his hips with his chest stuck out as Pam's fist didn't even sink into his flesh.

When she tried to slap him across the face, both of them grinning the entire time, he caught her wrist and twisted her arm back in a hammerlock. She pretended to struggle but she was so slender, weighing 108 pounds, as he secured Pam's skinny wrists behind her; capturing both in his one strong hand like she was restrained with zip ties.

Pam tried to pull herself free as Ted's other hand reached around to grope her tiny tits; pinching her puffy nipples through her bra. "Ahhhhh!" she half moaned as Ted wasn't gentle; the hot pain of having her nipples tortured made her wince and soaked her panties as she stood on her tip toes to alleviate the pressure on her shoulders. Ted was half a foot taller than Pam and his slow tugs forward made her bend over as she fought to not let him rip her nipple from her chest. She was now leaning over, virtually bowing, as he had her wrists bent straight up while tugging her nipple down until Pam was now face to face with her own shins. Ted loved her flexibility and would often test her with many awkward positions or tests of endurance just to watch Pam struggle. She had spent most of her youth learning gymnastics and doing ballet until she had met Ted in high school so her body was accustomed to being bent in ways most people couldn't imagine.

While she was still standing, almost folded in half, Ted moved his leg around her upper back and neck so they were almost in an octopus submission hold as he stepped over, his leg keeping her head in place, as he released her nipple to instead pull Pam's long dark brown hair, cranking her head up between her legs like he was going to make her kiss her own pussy; just like that other time. Instead he stopped until she was just able to look through her legs to see Ted getting back in place behind her, while holding her in head steady with a fistful of her long, dark brown hair, as he slowly began unzipping the fly of his jeans. He whipped out his long cock and brushed the tip against her lips.

She pursed her lips shut, playing hard to get-she liked to make Ted work for it-when he used the hand he had been holding his cock with to slap Pam's tight ass. She yelped and he knelt down a little to plunge his dick between her pouty lips. He stuffed her with his free hand, which had been groping her ass-using it to hold on for leverage-to slip past her thong; stuffing two fingers into her twat. She moaned around his meat and greedily began slurping on His cock while Ted sighed; pushing it deeper into her throat, gagging her slightly.

"Take it, bitch," he moaned as now his middle finger alone pounded in and out of Pam's pussy as she fought to keep her balance. He had half of his ten inches in her mouth, pulling her face up by her hair to fuck her throat while she was folded in half like a matchbook; Pam's nostrils flared as she tried to breathe while deep throating Ted's monster. He was virtually half-squatting, Ted nudged aside Pam's thong with his nose as he buried his tongue in the 38 year old woman's asshole. She inhaled his cock deeper in her mouth as she moaned loudly despite having his rod halfway down her gullet as Ted fingerbanged her harder.

The sensory overload was too much and Pam started seizing while she was almost denied oxygen from Ted's dick as the orgasm took over her body. Her legs finally gave out but she was like a mere child in his strong arms, Ted calmly caught her with the one hand he had trapped her wrists with. He scooped her up and, after pulling his rod out of her drooling orifice, positioned her upside down on the mat, so she was resting-still folded up like a matchbook-on the back of her neck, as he held her skimpy thong aside with his thick thumb and aimed his tool at her wet sex.

Pam nearly came again as he slowly pushed his organ between her pussy lips. "Damn you're so tight," he groaned as Pam's cunt made a squishing sound, like galoshes in a puddle during a rain storm, while Ted pumped in and out of Pam's vice-like hole. She finally couldn't take it and reached around to finger her own asshole, whining how she loved it when he fucked her hard with his huge cock.

"Bet your husband wishes he had something this big between his legs," he grunted and Pam incoherently mumbled her agreement; she was too focused on finger-fucking her own butt as she tensed up for the approaching orgasm. Ted yelled out as Pam's pussy clenched tight while she came so hard a trickle of her juices squirted over Ted's jeans.

He pulled out as she unfolded on the mat in a heap of sweat and fluids; her tongue lolling obscenely out of the corner of her mouth like a truly satisfied whore. Ted had picked her up as though she were as light as a feather and carried Pam up to the master bedroom. There he screwed her for hours, ordering his horny sex slave that she wasn't allowed to cum until he gave her permission while he plowed her pussy on the bed she shared with her husband, Bill.

It was after 3 before he finally erupted a mess inside her before promptly leaving, noticing the time on the alarm clock by the bed. That feeling of his sticky seed still along her folds turned her on as Pam continued frigging her clit until a much louder scream, that sounded like another woman either being killed or having the best orgasm of her life, came tearing up from downstairs.

Pam jolted up, nervous that someone had broken in or perhaps Bill was watching a video of her and Ted screwing. She hadn't been aware if the machine that records all the matches had been turned on or not. Bill had installed that whole dungeon a few years ago when the fights with Ted and Carol had started reaching epic proportions.

Pam started to get up, trying to find her robe but in truth the room was in shambles. Ted had thrown her clothes everywhere, literally ripping off the lingerie Bill had gotten her for Valentine's Day. She reflected how it all started; how in high school she and Ted had dated but her parents preferred she'd date Bill. Their families both were well off and it seemed Pam was almost betrothed to Bill but of course she was into the bad boys.

The guys would wrestle over her; it turned Pam on knowing that her pussy was such a coveted prize. Even back then Ted was a foot taller than Bill so they'd strip nude and roll around. Ted won the most but when Bill would occasionally win, Pam, begrudgingly, would have to give the winner oral sex.

But they grew up and, thanks to her parents' pressure, she ended up going to the same college as Bill; both of their fathers were legacies and there was apparently no discussion on the subject of her attendance. In college, Bill's constant force eventually broke Pam down and she felt like she had no option but to marry Bill. But fate is kind of funny, Pam thought, and after college, Bill got a job with his father's law firm and they moved back to their hometown.

It almost broke her heart when she saw Ted hadn't really gotten far, working construction and other odd jobs, but he had married Carol, the pretty big titted cheerleader who had always hated Carol for "stealing" her man in high school. It wasn't long before the old tensions and romances began to flare up, as Bill would invite the couple over for dinner. It was an obvious ploy to show off their big new house and how much richer he was than Ted, but Bill always had the hots for Carol back in the day and the years were kind to the buxom blonde who had never given him the time of day and wasn't impressed by Bill's flashy wealth; she still thought of him as short little dweeb.

When Ted and Pam began seeing each other behind their spouses backs it boiled over when Carol saw the two of them together in the grocery store. A catfight erupted and Ted watched his wife fight to keep her man, the way she had always wanted to in high school but figured he would tire of "that skinny twig bitch" and come running back.

That following Saturday was Carol's first official catfight, as both Bill and Ted watched their women wrestle around in bikinis. Bill's eyes popped out of his head when he saw Carol in a tiny American flag print swimsuit that barely held in her big tits. He even cheered on his own wife's destruction until Pam eventually found her wild side as she was trying to fight for her Teddy. This back and forth rivalry went on for years, sometimes they would have male vs female where Bill greedily felt up Carol's big tits but she would always make his smaller dick cum with a short handjob then she would peg him up the ass with a strap-on.

Occasionally they would have mixed tag matches but when Pam made Carol scream a submission by clawing those big boobs she was so proud of it became fodder for the boys. Carol however would spend hours locked in Bill's bedroom servicing the geeky lawyer just like he used to fantasize about when he was a teenager while Pam begged Ted to screw her brains out. Even though she wasn't on the pill, she insisted Ted cum inside her; to this day the feeling of his massive load spurting inside her wet sex seemed the only way to quench its insatiable thirst for his mighty meat. She always held a suspicion that it was during these nights when Ted pounded her pussy into the mat that it was when Alex was possibly conceived. Bill never seemed to suspect but when Carol herself became pregnant with twins it seemed to completely pacify old rivalries.

It was like a golden age straight out of I Love Lucy. Suddenly she and Carol were best friends; Pam even pulled some strings so they could both see the same pediatrician. When the kids were born they were like one big family even though they lived in totally different parts of town not to mention opposite social circles. All of that didn't matter until Carol noticed long brown hairs on Ted's clothes; she called Pam up, screaming into the phone that she knew they were up to no good again. But she wasn't going to divorce him; after all it was that "rich hussy's" fault for seducing her husband.

Then the wrestling started up again and for a while they kept things secret, leaving the kids with babysitters. By this point they were getting into their Tweens and the parents could no longer explain away the black eyes from their children. That was when the decision was made the kids would enter into the fights too. At that age, the girls were bigger than Alex and their fights got especially nasty. However when Alex reached maturity, around fourteen, Carol's sister enrolled her nieces in mixed martial arts training. She was a fighter of her own sort and knew this wouldn't be over in one generation so thought it best to prepare the twins. All the while, Pam and Ted still hooked up under the guise of spar matches but she always let him win so he could ravage her with his extra-large organ.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh FUUCCKKKKK!" Pam nearly jumped out of her skin as the guttural cries came flying up the stairs. She was on the second floor and the sounds coming from the basement sounded like someone being tortured. I've got to call Bill, she thought to herself and grabbed the house phone by the bed. His office was number two on speed dial—right after Ted's-and it seemed to ring forever.

"Pick up...pick up," Pam repeated, almost like she was reciting a mantra. She glanced at the clock and saw it was already after five. Maybe Bill's secretary left, she thought. Pam never did like the woman; she was obviously some balloon breasted bimbo her husband had hired. Pam was certain the way he was so physical with her at their office Christmas or Halloween parties, the bimbo inevitably dressed in some skanky, revealing outfit, that she was certain her husband was having an affair with the woman.

Pam scoffed at the thought that any woman would find her husband attractive when someone finally answered.

"Dewey, Duncan and Dilbert, how may I help you," a snotty voice said.

"Bill Anderson's office please," Pam said, her voice squeaking with fear when another scream came wafting up from the basement.

"One moment," the voice seemed to sigh; Pam could hear the woman's eyes rolling up in her head as if pushing a button was a tremendous annoyance.

The phone continued to ring again, and Pam's fingers were playing nervously with her hair as she clutched the cordless phone as if it were the only means of self-defense she possessed.

"Bill's office," she heard the bimbo say; though it sounded like she was out of breath.

"Yes, is my husband there?" Pam asked in a hurried voice, it cracked after she heard another person yelling from below.

"Well he's kind of tied up right now, hun. I'll tell him you called though," the bimbo said before hanging up. Pam looked at the handset incredulously then cringed as an almost animalistic cry seemed to explode from downstairs like a bomb.

"OH FUCK YES ALEX! POUND ME WITH YOUR BIG HARD COCK!" Pam's jaw dropped as she sat down on the bed. She thought, for a moment, that it sounded like Carol's voice.