Peter’s Petite Pecker
By CuckoldressAnne.
Following a lot of ridicule at school in England, Peter had not bothered with the dating game and instead focused on his education, later building a successful business. He had made a fortune selling his company and remained on the Board of Directors as a shareholder.
Peter held business talks with aspiring entrepreneurs, and during one of those talks, he met Clare. She was a thirty-something, from a lower-class upbringing and uneducated; however, she was beautiful, with a perfect size 10 figure, long blonde hair, and a perfect peachy bum.
Clare was a hostess at the talks Peter gave. She used to get hit on by most men there, but was savvy enough to latch onto Peter after hearing how much he made from selling his company by listening to his talks.
Clare snared Peter like a pro, and Peter fell for it as he was very inexperienced with women. We pick the story up where Peter had bought a house in the village where Clare had been brought up.
Clare’s village was relatively tight-knit. Everyone knew everyone. Clare had been at school with all her current friends, and they had all partied together and married men they knew from school.
It seemed like infidelity was the norm. Clare’s group of twenty-plus female friends always had dramas and infidelity; there appeared to be one of her friends staying over at Peter’s house constantly, as they had left their cheating husband or cheated on their husband and had gotten caught.
All the friends used to converge on Peter’s house as it was the biggest and had ample rooms. Peter was always the nicest and most accommodating host. There were usually a few nights of drama with all the girls descending on Peter’s house before the couple got back together, and peace returned to Peter’s life. Peter’s house seemed to be the centre of most of Clare’s friends’ house parties and girly nights.
Two years into their relationship, Peter and Clare hosted an early Christmas party. The entire village seemed to have attended, including some of the McDowell family, the village’s dodgy family, who everyone bought drugs from, but denied ever knowing.
The husbands of Claire’s friends gathered together, including Peter. They were regaling tales of who they had fucked and what rumours they had heard, until the attention turned to Peter and they asked him how his and Claire’s sex life was going. Peter deflected the conversation but noticed that all the men had started holding their drinks with their pinkies extended. As each took turns to question Peter, they started bending their pinky fingers as Peter’s responses suggested all was not great with their sex life and that Clare seemed to have lost interest.
Peter recognised the pinky finger gesture as an indication he had a small cock, he recognised it from his school days. Rather than react to the growing chorus of finger-bending at each of his responses, he embraced the joke and exclaimed he was inadequate, and that was probably the reason.
The conversation then moved in his favour, and the guys started regaling stories of Clare’s past; she had been a bit of a whore! Peter was intelligent, he seized the opportunity and started saying that he suspected Clare was getting fucked when he was working away doing his speeches.
The conversation fell silent until one guy said, “We thought you knew! Clare has always said you have an open relationship, and you have let her fuck half the village as you are inadequate.”
With that, there was a chorus of “Sorry mate.” The guys all started patting Peter on the back and consoling him. The group then dispersed.
As Peter stood there stunned, Heather approached him. Heather was the daughter of the next-door neighbours. She was mid-twenties, and a proper English rose with long auburn hair, very plain, no makeup, and always in summer dresses. She was a size 14 dress, very curvaceous with big tits.
Heather ran a florist shop and had turned her parents’ garden into a thing of beauty. She lived next door and had become friends with Peter, as he would often come into his garden for some sanctuary when his house was full of drama with Clare’s friends, and Heather was always out there tending her parents’ garden.
“I apologise,” Heather said in her lovely, soft, calming voice.
“Whatever for?” asked Peter.
Heather replied, “I have just overheard your last conversation, and I knew Clare was sleeping around and never told you.”
“It’s not your responsibility to tell me, but I wish you had,” Peter said softly, not to upset Heather.
“Clare got mixed up with the McDowells,” Heather said. “One of my friends is part of their family, but she hates them and stays well clear of them, but she hears and witnesses things.”
“Tell me the worst of it, just to give me perspective.” Asked Peter.
“I can’t,” Heather said knowingly with those vulnerable eyes.
“I am not going to cause a scene, you know that, indeed I am not going to let on I know until I work out what to do, but please stop my imagination running wild by telling me the worst so I don’t get any nasty surprises later down the line”. Peter said with despair in his voice.
Heather walked Peter out into the garden to their safe space amongst the trees and flowers. “Josh McDowell is fucking Clare and has been for about six months. My friend has also told me there have been threesomes and gangbangs with some of the other cousins. Josh knows that when you come home from your talks, you like some sexual interaction with Clare, so he fucks her before you come home so that Clare is not really in the mood when you get home, and instead she masturbates you.”
Peter looked stunned. “Sorry, I am an awful friend,” said Heather.
“No, it’s not that,” Peter replied. ” I am just thinking of the times you mention, and without wanting to appear gross, we usually sixty-nine when she is not in the mood for sex.”
With that, the two of them looked at each other simultaneously, realising the implications of this. Heather was the first to speak, “I am going to ring my friend and see if she knows whether Josh is having safe sex, despite all their flaws, let’s just hope they do this right!”
Peter went back to the house and was met by Clare, who took him to one side. “I have heard about the small cock thing with you and the guys earlier on, sorry, I think I let it slip a few months ago when I was drunk.”
“Don’t worry, darling, I am more concerned about whether I have been licking Josh McDowell’s cum out of your pussy when I come home from my business trips!” Peter replied.
Clare’s face was a picture; to say she was in shock was an understatement. She reverted to type and went all hysterical, creating a huge drama. As expected, all her girl friends rallied behind her, and they all fled upstairs.
Peter went upstairs and grabbed some essentials. He then bid everyone goodnight, maintaining his professionalism. He got in his car and drove to the office, where there was a pull-down bed and facilities to allow him to sleep. However, he didn’t get much sleep that night!
The next morning, Peter telephoned the cleaners he had arranged to restore his house, and they confirmed that the house was empty. Peter returned home and small-talked with the cleaners until Heather knocked on the door, having seen Peter’s car outside.
Heather gave Peter a big hug as he opened the door for her. She was dressed in her pyjamas with just a T-shirt on top, and it was cold in England at Christmas, so Peter had tried not to look at her hard nipples but couldn’t help but feel them against his torso as they hugged.
It transpired that Josh McDowell had heard he had been outed at the party and had caused a scene before leaving with Clare. The other guests then dispersed after much gossiping. Heather also confirmed that her friend had said she would have been surprised if Josh had been practicing safe sex.
Peter, despondent and broken, asked if there was anything else he needed to know from the party. Heather had said Josh was bragging about always leaving Clare with a creampie after sex and that a number of his family had fucked her. Josh then outed other men at the party who had fucked Clare, some of whom were the husbands and partners of Claire’s friends. This had detonated the entire evening, and people had scattered like rats from a sinking ship, probably scared they would get outed.
Heather asked Peter if he was ok. His response was somewhat unexpected. “I have spent most of my life scared of my secret, the fact that I have a small cock, I have been ridiculed and avoided sports and changing in public, and I have been scared of people at work finding out. My inadequacies have ruined my life, my decisions, and the choices I have made, but now I strangely feel liberated. The whole world knows about me, and I don’t care. I haven’t done anything wrong, and I can’t do anything about it, so why the shame?”
Heather thought about it, then hugged Peter again, saying, “Well done, you’re absolutely right.”
“What are you going to do about Clare?” Heather asked.
“Nothing,” replied Peter, “I figure I have been eating Josh’s cum for months, so I might carry on doing it if that’s the way I get to orgasm. I also suspect I will have lots of Clare’s friends around here in the next few days, so I may show them my cock, to make them feel better about their husbands or ask if they need me to do anything for them. I am probably not being realistic, but I am no longer hiding, and I am throwing away my moral compass. It seems everyone is having sex with everyone in this village, so I want in. As long as I get tested regularly, I am going to indulge myself.”
Heather was surprised by this. She knew Peter as quiet and reliable and knew he was acting out, but didn’t want to burst his bubble, so she said she had heard Clare telling her friends Peter was excellent at licking pussy, even though this was a lie.
Peter asked Heather to stay for lunch, but Heather had been contacted by one of the McDowell men she had hooked up with earlier. She suspected they wanted the gossip but had dressed it up as another hook-up. Heather was hoping to turn the tables and find out what was happening with Clare. So she left and met Finn McDowell.
Heather met Finn in his caravan, and Clare and Josh were there, which felt like an ambush. Clare explained she didn’t want to hurt Peter, but he was woefully inadequate. Heather confessed she had told Peter that she had heard Clare bragging about how good Peter was at licking pussy just to make him feel better. Clare smiled and said, “Peter was amazing at oral sex. I have told all my friends this.”
Heather was relieved by Clare’s confession as it legitimised her lie to Peter about the oral sex. Josh reacted to this with some mumbling, but Clare reassured him that his cock was what she needed. Clare sounded Heather out about her returning home, and Heather explained that Peter had liberated himself, saying he was embracing his inadequacies and going to build on his strengths, which were pleasing women with his tongue.
These comments were met with laughter before Clare and Josh left, and Finn made a move on Heather. As it transpired, this was a genuine hook-up. Heather and Finn fucked, before she was quite rudely asked to leave once Finn had emptied his load in her and before she had orgasmed.
When Heather arrived home, Peter was on her driveway and invited her in. She reassured Peter about his pussy licking skills and told him Clare was going to come home soon, so he needed to decide what he would do.
Peter picked up on the pussy licking thing again, bigging himself up and then asked Heather whether it was actually a hook up, to which she nodded before explaining the details. There was a short silence, and Peter went a little sheepish; he then started mumbling and looking awkward until Heather picked up on the gesturing and said, “You think you could bring me to orgasm, don’t you? “Well, you’re going to have to eat through a creampie to do it!”
Peter realised the task and was a little reluctant, so he started talking about how it would spoil their relationship and how she was much younger than him. Heather responded by saying she wasn’t interested in him and his tiny cock, but if he was as good as he said with his tongue, she might start visiting him regularly.
Peter seemed to be happy with these boundaries, so he slipped off the sofa onto his knees and headed towards Heather, who stood up and removed her panties before sitting back down on her armchair and opening her legs as she lifted her dress.
Heather removed the cushion from behind her head and lay down with her butt off the front of the sofa. She lifted and spread her legs, and that beautiful pussy was now fully exposed beneath a thick, black, hairy coat. The porcelain skin provided a unique contrast to her red and swollen pussy, it glistened with moisture.
As Peter arrived at his destination, he could smell the sex. For the first time, he knew he was eating cum, and it felt like he was crossing a line from his heterosexual boundaries. Still, Heather’s pussy was so inviting, and he couldn’t resist, so he positioned his tongue just above Heather’s anus, took a deep smell of her pussy, then licked the full length of her pussy, finishing where the pubic hair finished. He rose to look at Heather, who smiled back at him. “Good boy,” she said like a mistress.
The first swallow felt like a significant hurdle, and Peter looked like someone taking medicine, which amused Heather. He lowered his head again and dived in, this time licking and performing oral sex as Clare had liked, but Heather stopped him and told him he was too aggressive, she told him to do his stuff, and she would advise him or grade the feeling 1-5. If he was scoring less than a three, he needed to change things.
After a few minutes of “softer, slower, 2, 1,” Peter started to learn and adapt to Heather’s moans and gyrations, which reassured Peter that he was getting the hang of things. Heather was relaxing, and juices were flowing from her, which Peter was now lapping up. All too quickly, Heather orgasmed on Peter’s tongue. It wasn’t intense; there were no sudden movements. It was a slow, relaxed orgasm.
Peter stopped licking and looked at Heather, who smiled back at him. “Are you hard?” She asked him, to which he nodded. “Show me.” She said sternly.
Peter stood up and undressed, facing away from Heather. He then turned to her whilst covering his cock with his hands. “Come on then, let’s have the big reveal, I promise I won’t laugh,” Heather said with a more dominant tone than usual.
Peter removed his hands, and Heather saw a three-inch cock, which was rock hard. “Never mind,” she said, “We are going to get your licking skills to a place where women won’t notice your cock.”
This wasn’t the response Peter had expected, and he increasingly sensed a dominant tone, which surprised him, since Heather was a sweet, innocent English rose.
“Can I humiliate you?” Heather asked.
“Why?” Peter responded.
“Because I can,” Heather replied with a devilish look in her eyes. “I have always been a do-gooder and just like you’re exploring, I want to as well, so I want to dominate you to see if I like it.”
“Go for it,” Peter said, “do your worst.”
Heather smiled and beckoned Peter over to her. She slapped his cock hard, and Peter winced and bent over in pain. “Did I say you could move?” Heather’s tone was now entirely that of a mistress/dominatrix.
Peter stood up and shuffled over to Heather, who smiled mischievously. “Bend over my knee.” She instructed.
Peter obliged, and Heather spanked him hard, which caused him to squeal. “I have always wanted to do that to someone.” She exclaimed. “Are you ok with it?”
Peter nodded, and Heather then spanked him continuously until he squirmed off her knee and onto the floor. Heather laughed and enjoyed herself. “Are you ok with this? Heather said.
Peter wasn’t enjoying it, but he wanted to please Heather and thought he might have to get used to this sort of thing, so he nodded and repositioned himself over Heather’s knee. This time Heather opened her legs, reached underneath and grabbed Peter’s cock, which was now soft, the touching instantly got it hard again. Heather spanked Peter, then touched his cock again. It was still hard, so she spanked him harder until he was in obvious pain and his cock went soft.
As Heather started to masturbate, Peter again tried not to get hard as he knew he would be spanked, but alas failed. This routine carried on until Peter declared it was too much and moved to an adjoining sofa.
Heather moved over to him, bringing her discarded panties. She unravelled them until she had gotten the heavily cum stained gusset in the palm of her hand, she grabbed Peter’s cock, being careful to ensure the soiled area wrapped around his cock.
“Does that feel nice, my cum filled panties around your pathetic little cock.” She said in a sultry voice. “Oh, look, you seem to be enjoying it. I think I can feel that micro penis getting hard as I smear another man’s cum on it.”
Peter looked horrified and turned on simultaneously. He knew he shouldn’t be enjoying this, but he was, indeed, he was going to cum in the next few seconds! As he did and the familiar dribble of cum barely filled his foreskin, Heather took a sharp intake of breath in surprise at the scale of the anticlimax.
Peter quickly excused himself to save his embarrassment. When he returned from the bathroom, Heather was sitting there, fully clothed. Peter started to apologise, but Heather stopped him. “You can’t help how you are, please stop apologising, I think the trick here is to embrace it. Yes, you will suffer embarrassment, but I think women will come to respect your anti-macho approach; it gives them a chance to indulge themselves rather than having little say in a stereotypical male-dominated sex life.”
“I admire your optimism.” Replied Peter, “But everyone will know of my inadequacies, I will get comments walking down the street, what if someone at work finds out, I am a Board member?”
Heather considered this and responded. “You’re not from this village, and you can easily move if this goes pear-shaped. Ask for your business, then it’s a risk, maybe work out your story now and decide whether it will work, otherwise resign, you don’t need the money!”
With that, Heather kissed Peter goodbye and left.
Things went quiet for a few days as people were busy Christmas shopping etc, Peter had lamented on events and decided he was not going to succumb to small minded people, he was in a position to survive by starting again in another town, indeed he had contemplated moving abroad in the worst case of people from his business finding out, but he saw the challenge of humiliation in the village as a bit of a game, indeed he decided to embrace and encourage the humiliation. When Heather brought it, he had enjoyed it!
Peter didn’t have to wait too long to test his theory. It was Christmas, and the McDowells were very family-oriented, so Clare was kind of kicked out of Josh’s caravan until after the New Year. She returned to Peter’s, who embraced her with open arms, kissed her, and took her bag. Clare was expecting a fight!
After Clare had settled in and eaten the food Peter had prepared, she couldn’t stand the atmosphere and asked Peter why he was being nice.
“To be honest, darling,” he replied, ” I have realised I cannot compete with these alpha male, big cock men, but I don’t need to, by embracing my shortcomings, I feel women will respect me and desire my modesty and my educated tongue.”
“What, so you think women will be happy with a good licking and not want fucking?” Quizzed Clare.
“Yes,” said Peter, “but I also think they will like humiliating me and being in charge, and I am ok with that as they will keep coming back for more.”
“You are mad, surely you are not serious, everyone will laugh at you,” Clare replied.
Peter smiled and said, “I think men will ridicule and talk about me, but I think women will let me serve them and they will love it.”
Clare laughed but Peter continued “I suspect Josh has sent you home with a pussy full of cum, indeed there might be more than one load in there, you’re probably covered in love bites and signs of your sexual activity, this is all designed to humiliate me and show me he is the alpha male, but it doesn’t, I am desperate to lick your pussy and you will cum on my tongue as I do it, we both know it, so how will he react to this knowing he can’t beat me and that I can make you cum when I want.”
“To be honest, he will probably come around and rip your head off!” Clare replied with a smile.
“Let’s test it then,” Peter said with an air of arrogance not seen before.
As if to test Peter’s resolve and challenge this power play, Clare stood up and undressed. As she removed her leggings, she showed Peter the gusset, which was covered in dried cum, “You were right, he had to fuck me before I left.” She said with a shrug.
Peter undressed and started playing with his tiny cock, Clare laughed and made comments about how she had forgotten how small and pathetic it was.
“Keep talking,” encouraged Peter, “Tell me how useless I am, spank me.”
Clare sat down in astonishment, and Peter moved to climb over her knee to be spanked, but she pushed him to the floor, “What are you doing, you pervert?” she said angrily.
Peter stayed on the floor and knelt before Clare. He grabbed her ankles and pushed her back as he lifted her legs. Just as he was about to dive into that familiar warm pussy with his tongue, he said, “Are you going to capture this on your phone?”
As if not to blink first in whatever game this was, Clare set up her phone and started recording. Peter dived in and licked her with great enthusiasm. Clare was soon riding his tongue and writhing and moaning; she was at the mercy of Peter’s tongue. Clare orgasmed within minutes as Peter eagerly lapped up her and Josh’s juices.
When Clare recovered herself and sat up, Peter was playing with himself. He sat beside Clare and whispered, “How pathetic am I, licking another man’s cum out of your beautiful pussy? You deserve a real man with a big cock, not this pathetic thing.”
With that, Peter placed Clare’s fingers onto his stiff cock, and she masturbated him with her finger and thumb. She also started talking and recording events on her phone. ” I deserve a real man, not this maggot cock, I bet you don’t even cum, you loser.” She said with disgust in her voice. With just that little bit of dirty talk, Peter orgasmed, and for him it was a really intense pulsating orgasm which surprised Clare.
Afterwards, when both Clare and Peter settled in the lounge, Clare asked what just happened. Peter was concise, “I enjoy the humiliation, and I love making women cum with my tongue. Please post the videos on your girls’ chat group, as it might get some frustrated women to visit me, and it may help you restore some friendship.” Clare did this immediately, and the chat went wild.
Following a quiet, peaceful Christmas and New Year’s, Claire asked if she could have a girls’ night at Peter’s before she left for Josh’s, since his family’s Christmas was over and she was allowed to return. Peter was well up for it and asked if it was too much if he kind of came out as to who he was. He intended to wear a chastity cage and a maid’s outfit, and serve drinks all night for the girls’ night. Clare was a little reluctant, but she posted in the chat group about what Peter wanted to do, and it went down a storm.
About eighteen ladies turned up for the party, and Peter didn’t want to scare them off, so despite him wearing a short black maid’s costume, he didn’t really engage and draw attention to himself; he just made and served drinks. Eventually, as the drinks flowed, the ladies started commenting, and their questions became more probing as the night went on. Peter was diplomatic and honest.
Peter was eventually asked to show his chastity and remove his maids’ knickerbockers. He was then instructed to remove his chastity to amuse the ladies, which he did. He and his micro penis were paraded around the group, and this was a massive win for Clare, as it almost justified her cheating. Seizing the moment, Clare fondled and masturbated Peter until he was erect, just to add to the amusement and prove a point that she needed a bigger cock.
The euphoria of eighteen attractive ladies humiliating him was too much, and Peter knew he would cum in seconds, so he stopped Clare from touching him, explaining that it felt disrespectful to cum in front of other men’s wives and girlfriends; he didn’t want any repercussions. This had the desired outcome, and all the ladies promised not to tell, and Peter, in turn, promised never to tell anyone if anything happened between him and any of them.
Once bonds were created, Peter felt free to indulge his humiliation, so the ladies started interviewing him, bordering on interrogation. Peter peddled the ’embrace your inadequacies’ story he had sold so well until now, and the ladies all seemed to respect him and endorse his choices with choruses of ‘good for you’, ‘Well done for being brave’, and ‘I wish my partner were like you’.
Peter was eager to reinforce the open house policy for estranged friends/couples who had fallen out with their other half, and to say that all the ladies were welcome to stay whenever they wanted, and that their friends were welcome to come around, even if Clare wasn’t there.
The whole evening was a perfect success for Peter, and he was confident that he would have lots of these ladies visiting him and indulging his fetishes. This proved to be the case, and Peter ended up with lots of ladies staying over as their marital dramas played out. He also turned girls’ nights at his house into a regular thing, and he even had some of the men of the village visit and humiliate him as they drank his alcohol.
One of Claire’s friends, known to the village as ‘May’, which was actually a shortening of her maiden surname, was one of the leaders of the group of girls. She was the matriarch figure, always first on the scene of a drama and always the first with advice. She and her husband were serial cheaters, and she was the first to arrive at Peter’s newly created refuge for estranged ladies following a New Year’s drunken fuck by her husband with someone from another village.
May was actually very level-headed; she knew she would return to her husband after a few days, but needed to save face and loved the other girl’s attention. She was in her mid-thirties, with long dark hair and a curvaceous figure size 16. She immediately took over Peter’s house on arrival and tested Peter’s newfound embracing of his inadequacies by having him fetch and carry for her and spanking him if he didn’t do a good job.
May would also turn up the heating in the house and require Peter to be naked. She was always scantily dressed and would undress as the heat rose. She enjoyed Peter perving on her and getting hard as he viewed her lovely, big E cup tits and her big ass. Peter knew that if he indulged and served May well, then lots of other ladies would follow.
May had a high sex drive, and she took Peter to a sex shop where he bought her a dildo and a strap-on. Once back at Peters, she tried the dildo and had Peter suck it to moisten it as she worked it in. She had Peter fuck her with the strap-on, and she was a very aggressive lover, ragging Peter around and bordering on abusing him. Peter started to realise how rubbish he had been at sex, but was determined to learn and be better.
One evening, May’s husband’s friend arrived at Peters, acting as a peacemaker and trying to get May to return home. In a twist of events, he revealed that May’s husband had permitted him to fuck May so she could get even if this got her to return home.
Peter was listening and was astounded by this, but following a call between May and her husband, verifying the offer, May proceeded to fuck her husband’s friend in Peter’s lounge. Peter was amazed by the ferocity of the fuck and actually started to feel sorry for Clare having to put up with his lovemaking prowess all these years.
The scene was brilliant to watch, the friend had a big cock, and May had Peter lay underneath her as she kneeled and lick her pussy as she sucked the friends cock, whilst he sat on the sofa, when they were both aroused May dismounted from Peter’s face and climbed onto the couch and sat of the friends cock, which slipped in effortlessly. May rode the big cock, letting those magnificent big tits bounce freely.
This was too much for the guy who had obviously dreamt of this moment, and as he focused on making those magnificent tits jump up and down, he bucked and thrusted as he blew his load into May’s fat, shaved hole.
May didn’t stop; she kept riding him, lost in her own desire to orgasm. As she tired, she got off the guy, stood up, bent over the sofa, and beckoned him in to fuck her doggy style. Peter had been sitting on the floor watching and repositioned himself behind the guy so he could get the upward view of this guy fucking May from behind, whilst also seeing May’s amazing tits swing freely as she bent over.
The guy had obviously longed for this opportunity and had remained hard, something Peter thought only happened in porn films. He banged away in May with everything he had. It was brutal and animalistic; he really was going for it, and inevitably, he came again within minutes. This orgasm was just as intense as his last. Peter watched his balls twitch and his cock pulse as he emptied his load into May’s wanton pussy.
As the guy stopped thrusting, May started to push herself against him, but this time there was no resistance; the guy was done. Two orgasms in a short space of time were more than he could handle. Hence, as May pulled herself away from him and turned to lie on the sofa on her back, gesturing for him to fuck her missionary, he instead just leaned over and kissed her before fumbling for his trousers.
“You fucking lightweight,” May shouted in disappointment as the guy reached for his clothes. “Go on fuck off,” May shouted angrily as the guy retreated.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck” screamed May, “That tosser got what he wanted, I am going to have to go home, and for what, five minutes of fucking!”
May lie there, frustrated and disappointed. Peter was sitting on the floor in front of her, smiling to reassure her. “You can stay as long as you want.” He said.
May smiled back, and then Peter noticed she was starting to leak cum from her pussy, May assumed the same, seeing the look on Peter’s face. “Go on, then dive in,” she said.
Needing no further encouragement, Peter hastily moved over before there were any drips and started slurping away at the pink, swollen pussy. May relaxed her legs, giving Peter full access, and Peter enjoyed what felt like a constant flow of cum.
May was enjoying herself, and Peter started to focus on licking her pussy now that he had eaten all the cum. May began to react and moaned and gyrated on Peter’s tongue. ‘Harder. Harder,” she moaned, and Peter tensed his tongue and gave long, firm licks.
‘Faster,” May shouted. Peter did as he was told, but it wasn’t enough for May, and she reached down and started rubbing her pussy frantically, screaming intensely.
“Keep your face close, I am going to cum in your mouth,” May shouted as her rubbing intensified.
Peter had seen the intensity of May’s sex and was a little scared, but reminded himself of the journey he was on, so kneeled there in front of May’s pussy as she rubbed frantically. May screamed and moaned, her body spasming as she started to orgasm. As she came, she lifted her hips and grabbed Peter’s head, pushing it into her pussy and ragging it around to gain any friction she could. She then released a deafening scream and squirted in Peter’s face.
Like a trouper, Peter stayed in position, his mouth filled with what seemed like bucketloads of fluid gushing from May. As she went through her orgasm, she squeezed Peter’s wet head into her throbbing pussy, Peter tried to lick, but his head was still being used to create friction, and he was at the mercy of May’s orgasm.
May clasped Peter’s head with those thunderous thighs and raised herself like a sinking ship before flopping back down onto the sofa and starting to cry. Peter had no idea what to do, so he climbed onto May and hugged her. Whilst wanting to show empathy, Peter was conscious he was in the missionary sex position, and his cock knew it!
As May’s moment passed, she too realised this, indeed she must have actually felt Peter’s embarrassing erection against her throbbing pussy. May broke the embrace and smiled up at Peter as their eyes met. “Go on then, do your worst, let me know when you have finished.” She said sarcastically.
Peter needed no further encouragement and put his cock in May and started thrusting. May picked up her phone and started browsing as Peter began to thrust, he was fucking her as hard as he could, but she never noticed or looked up from her phone.
Peter liked humiliation, but this was too much for him, and his cock started to shrivel inside May. He accepted defeat and withdrew. May looked at him and smiled. “We are going to be friends,” she said, “and with me come a lot of opportunities with my girls, but you know this.” She then, ironically, raised her hand and offered a pinky finger handshake, which Peter accepted.
I am going to end this story with perhaps the most significant event, which cemented Peter’s role in the village and ensured he would be happy and safe.
Heather was in the girls’ chat group and had attended some of the girls’ nights, but she wasn’t really part of Clare’s inner circle of friends and wanted to be. She had started hooking up with Finn McDowell more regularly and often ran into Clare, who was still with his cousin, Josh McDowell.
The McDowells hated Peter; they thought he was a deviant pervert, and both Clare and Heather were worried that, at the wrong time in the dire situation, they could harm Peter.
Clare and Heather hatched a plan: they and the McDowells would go around to Peter’s, humiliate him, and prove to the McDowells that Peter wasn’t a threat. Peter wasn’t keen on the idea as he knew he would get lots of genuine abuse, and it might get violent.
Clare and Heather thought the best way to end all this animosity was for Peter to do something to one of the McDowells that compromised their alpha status, something they would be ashamed of if it became known. They didn’t know what, but set up an evening at Peter’s for the four of them plus Peter.
In true McDowell style, each of the cousins had fucked their partners before arrival at Peter’s, and both were keen to see Peter lick Clare and Heather’s pussies clean, which Peter did as kind of an ice breaker and to prove that he was no threat to them. The McDowells, however, were very derogatory and homophobic, and it was clear to all that they were going to make Peter’s life hell.
The McDowells had Peter run around serving them as they drank and took drugs whilst spanking and mocking Peter in his chastity cage. Their alpha egos drove the evening, and they eventually turned their attention back to their cocks and started playing with themselves whilst demanding Peter get hard so they could compare sizes. They slapped Peter around the face with their semi-erect cocks, and Clare could see Peter getting distressed, so she increased their drug consumption to mellow them.
As the drug and alcohol consumption continued, Heather excused herself, saying she needed to pop next door, where she lived, to pick up some things. She exited via the conservatory doors, through the curtains that covered them.
Clare undressed herself and then undressed Josh and Finn. Both the lads lay back down onto the reclining sofa, which was now a bed, only returning to a slightly upright position to inhale an extensive line of drugs which Clare had prepared.
As the McDowells lay back, Clare sat between them and started playing with both their cocks. Peter was a bit shocked by this, as he had never seen Clare with other men. Clare was conscious of this, so she told Peter to stand in front of her, and she sucked his cock, not because she wanted to, just because she had never handled three cocks at once.
Both the McDowells had nice, big cocks, and Clare was working them towards erection. “Tell me when you’re ready, and I will swallow,” Claire said to the cousins. Neither really responded; they were both out of it as the drugs took effect.
Heather appeared from behind the curtain in front of the conservatory door. Clare looked at her, gesturing to be quiet. Heather got her phone from her pocket. Peter knew his cue and quietly moved over to where Finn was and started sucking his cock, he didn’t flinch. Heather recorded this on her phone. Once the evidence was secured, Peter moved away, and Finn didn’t react, so his cock was left to slumber.
Josh was going to be a problem; he knew how he liked his cock sucked and was more awake than Finn. Clare climbed onto Josh’s face in the 69 position to obscure his view and began sucking him. Josh wasn’t reciprocating by licking Clare.
Clare beckoned Peter over to kneel in front of Josh’s cock, and then she would move her head and let Peter suck it whilst Heather recorded the footage. Josh squirmed each time they did this, as it was a deviation from Clare’s routine and he sensed it. In a moment of inspiration, Claire said, “Heather’s here, and Finn is out of it. She wants to taste your cum. Are you ok if I let her finish you off?”
Josh grunted, so Clare took the chance and let Peter take over, sucking Josh’s cock whilst Heather continued to video from her phone. Heather and Clare were laughing out of shot as Peter performed his first-ever blow job; he was rubbish, but it served a purpose. Clare took over masturbating Josh as she sensed he was close to orgasm, saying, “I know how to finish you, baby. Heather’s going to swallow.”
Peter knew it was indeed him who was going to get a load of cum in his mouth. He was not happy. Clare and Heather were laughing discreetly, and Clare was really tugging Josh’s cock until he spasmed slightly, and Clare directed his cock towards Peter, who caught the first spurt on his tongue. The following spurts were more intense and covered Peter’s face.
Heather had crept over to the scene and got a close-up of Peter’s cum covered face before saying. “Wow, thank you, Josh.” To complete the sting operation.
Strangely, after that night, the McDowells lost interest in Peter, and the footage has never been used. A select few of Clare’s friends have seen it, but life in the village is good now. Peter is ‘out and proud’ and loving his lifestyle, getting to serve the town’s frequently estranged wives and girlfriends. Clare and Heather have cooled it off with the McDowell boys; they still get booty calls, but both are onto other husbands, as is most of the village! To Peter’s delight.
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The End.
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