Chapter 1
Pamela Harper lay alone in her bed with the awareness, the
growing concern and concomitant anxiety, that her life was
basically empty. No matter how hard she tried to structure it, to
give it a unifying sense of order or purpose, she sensed that
without someone next to her to share her dreams, her goals and
aspirations, life wasn't really worth a dime.
How many mornings have I awakened like this ... with nothing,
just a career, but no one alongside of me? This question and
others passed across her mind. She looked up and stared at the
ceiling as if she was searching for an answer, a solution to the
emptiness in her heart.
Love was the problem, and at twenty-eight it seemed to be her
biggest concern. The daily hassles of making a living, of running
a business and making ends meet, were not nearly as disconcerting
as the fact that she was not in love. Indeed, she was acutely
aware of the last time she had felt anything akin to romantic
involvement, and that had been more than five years before, right
after she had graduated from college.
But the past five years she referred to as a desert, a
wasteland.
Men had come and gone, in and out of her life. Had she been
a woman who was basically unappealing, physically as well as
mentally, she would have been able to give herself a much needed
rationalization for her overwhelming sense of loneliness. But
there was no way for her to convince herself that men didn't turn
somersaults over her.
And that too was a problem, keeping them off of her, getting
them out the door before things really took on a leering shade of
carnal red. Like what had happened last night, for example. She
thought of that now, glad too that it was Sunday morning and she
didn't have to get out of bed and get the shop open and ready for
customers.
On Sundays she had a neighborhood boy clean out the pens and
feed the animals, so she didn't have to worry about getting up and
rushing out of her apartment. That was what Dick Truman had told
her, too. "You don't have to get up early tomorrow, Pam, so
what's the big hassle, anyway?"
It had been less of a question than a statement. No, time
hadn't been the hassle. Only Dick Truman, anxious to have her on
a silver platter like a roast suckling pig. He's the pig, she
said to herself, shuddering at the thought and then wondering too
if she just might be frigid ... or maybe even just a little bit
frigid.
After all, Dick was certainly an attractive guy. But he was
too pushy for her, too much of a hard-drinking bruiser. He didn't
have a gentle touch and that had turned her off from him, from the
very first.
I just won't accept any more dates from him, that's all, she
decided, right then and there. Pam wondered if it had been her
fault, if she had led the man on, agreeing to go out with him for
what had been four dates over as many weeks. And last night had
been the clincher, that's for sure.
"What are you, some cockteasing ball-buster!" he had shouted
when they were alone in her apartment, when she had once again
rebuffed his sexual advances, feigning first a headache and then a
lack of interest in making love with him.
"Just get out of here and leave me alone," she had snapped
back, sorry she had ever been conned--for that was the way Pam saw
it--into letting him come into the apartment for a nightcap. "A
nightcap isn't a euphemism for let's fuck, Mr. Truman!"
"I don't think you'd know how, anyway, kiddo," the man had
replied, as cocky and sure of himself as she had always felt him
to be. "Have a good life, baby, a good long horny life." And with
that he had let himself out, slamming the door behind him.
She hated herself for breaking down after he had stormed out,
for collapsing on the couch, her body racked with sobs. Because
what Pamela Harper couldn't deal with was the fact that whatever
Dick had said somehow rang true. She hadn't enjoyed sex with a
man in ages, more than just weeks or even a month or two.
And she knew it was abnormal to stifle her desires, to
squelch her sexual appetites, all in the name of love. It wasn't
as if she was a virgin, or even an old maid. At the ripe young
age of twenty-eight she was more of a woman than ever before.
Full-hipped, narrow-waisted, blessed with a plentiful and upthrust
bustline and features which seemed to remind men of the heads
adorning cameo pins, she was a woman who was very much aware of
her own allure, her sexual magnetism, in particular.
Hadn't she caught the boy who helped her out during the week
and on Sundays, giving her the eye? She knew she had, knew that
half of the sales she made at her shop were partly due to the fact
that not only was she a natural born saleswoman, but the fact that
she was too lush and seductive to say no to.
Truman had felt that, she decided. But she had been the one
who had said no to him, the one who had denied him not only his
pleasure, but also hers in addition. Not for one minute did she
doubt that he would be good in bed. But she wasn't in love with
him and knew that there was no chance in the world she would ever
be.
"But you don't have to be in love to get fucked," he had told
her that night, rephrasing a line he had used on each of their
four dates. "It's just nice to sleep with someone, to give
someone pleasure and get pleasure as a result ... of giving, of
giving to someone else, Pam."
He had been earnest, she knew, but it still hadn't changed
the situation nor changed her mind one iota. "They don't
understand me, Bix. That's the problem," she said aloud. "They
just don't know what kind of person I am. I give, I have feelings
... don't I?"
In response, Bix crawled up from where he had been sleeping
at the foot of Pam's bed. He sat up and cocked his head to the
side; his dark liquid brown-black eyes seemingly reflecting her
every questioning thought and turn of mood.
"You're a good boy, Bixie. You understand me ... not like
anyone else," she went on. She reached out and ran her fingers
over the top of the Scottish terrier's head. He yapped happily
and scooted up over the covers to sit on top of her chest.
Despite his thirty pounds of hard bone and muscle, his weight
was not in the least bit uncomfortable. Her hands snaked down
along the Scottie's flanks and she ran her fingers through the
thicker fur along his sides, then down over his back where the
hair had just been stripped.
It was tough as nails, wiry and jet-black.
"You're a champ, ya know that, Bixie. You're Champion Sir
Bix Reliant. That's what it says on your papers. But you're just
good old Bixie to me, feller."
In response, the dog lay down on top of her blanketed body,
arched his short muscular neck and proceeded to lavish her face
with kisses. His spoon-shaped tongue slapped raspily over her
cheeks and lips and she smiled contentedly to herself.
At least animals understand me, she thought, knowing she had
chosen a perfect profession. She ran a pet shop--Pam's Pet Palace
said the brightly lettered sign over her front windows. All day
she was surrounded by the chattering and chirping, the barking and
meowing of monkeys and parrots, puppies and kittens.
But when she came home at night, all she had was Bix,
faithful and there for her. But still a dog, not a man. Now, the
Scottie continued to lick her face with his rough raspy-edged
tongue. Pam hugged him close against her, wanting to cry but
unable to produce tears to sluice down her cheeks.
The anguish was there, but trapped, locked inside of her.
She didn't even feel sorry for herself, either, despite what she
saw as an accumulation of thwarted passions, or perhaps just a
lack of emotion, her feelings stifled inside of her.
Whether or not it was a defense mechanism, a subconscious
barrier she put up around herself to ward off men, was something
that only a psychiatrist could tell her. And since she was not in
analysis, she had to rely on her own sense of self. She'd
introspected on matters such as these for years, never coming up
with an answer that would somehow save the day and save her life
from the drudgery of being alone.
Now, Bix was there for her and she knew it was better than
nothing. The dog was obviously quite content to lie on top of
her. He was slightly oversized for the breed, though judges
hadn't ever held it against him. But now that he had earned his
points and his title of "Champion," she had decided to forego the
showing for awhile, realizing that involving herself with the dog
had just been another way of whiling away the hours, passing the
time between working and sleeping. Or maybe, she told herself
then, just living and dying.
Self-defeat, self-pity, were the two emotions she feared most
of all, even more than opening up to others, laying herself
vulnerable and bare, naked inside and out. She gave her
affections to her animals, to Bix in particular. And when his
tongue slid down from her lips to move back and forth along her
chin and the edge of her neck, the pleasure it afforded her could
not be easily dismissed.
She let go of him then and raised her hands above her head,
yawning, tossing her bouncy honey-blonde tresses this way and
that. The mirror right across from her reflected her every move
and she could see her face coming back at her, a face that was
still not alive to the start of another day.
The covers slid down around her waist as she propped the
pillows up behind her back and reached over to the night table to
get a cigarette. Pam never wore pajamas or a nightgown to bed,
preferring to sleep in the nude, just the sheets and bedding
touching her naked flesh.
And today was no exception. The covers were crumpled up
around her waist and just as she struck a match for her cigarette,
she gave a start and looked down, amazed by what Bix had taken
upon himself to perform.
He was still lying down on top of the blankets. But now, he
had turned his attentions away from her face, his tongue sliding
hotly right between her naked and rounded breasts. She lit the
cigarette then, inhaled deeply and pressed her head back against
the foam rubber pillows.
She could see what was happening reflected in the mirror and
the sight was oddly intriguing as much as it was just plain
amusing. Bix seemed determined to lick every inch of her body, as
if he was grooming her for the show ring the way she had so
diligently groomed him.
And Pam had no desire in the world to put a stop to the dog's
oral attentions. The slurp of his tongue could be heard and she
trembled as he slid his cold wet nose over until it rubbed against
one of her sleeping nipples.
Idly, she reached down with one hand and ran the tips of her
fingers over one nipple and then the other. "See the little nose,
Bixie," she giggled, amusing herself as she caught one flaccid
nipple between her thumb and forefinger, shoving it forward right
in the dog's face.
Bix lashed out with his tongue slurping over the nugget of
tit-flesh she pushed in his face. Pam sighed languidly and pushed
the covers back, letting the cool air which circulated through the
opened bedroom windows caress her tawny thighs, the smooth and
slightly rounded hillock of her belly.
She watched Bix as he continued to lick this way and that.
And when she finally let go of her nipple, she was not even
surprised to see how its previously flaccid state had undergone a
marked change. Now, both of her nipples seemed perky, taut,
standing up stiffly and capping her full rounded breasts.
And as the Scottie kept licking them, they seemed to grow
even more turgid, hard fleshy points like bright pink berries.
Another shiver coursed through her body and she gently eased the
dog down. She spread her thighs apart to make room for him
between her legs.
"You're a good boy, Bix, a real gentleman," she whispered
with a pleased and affectionate smile, never doubting the dog's
loyalty or devotion to her, a sense of always being where no man
in the last five years had ever convinced her of truly feeling.
But she missed men and even more with each passing day. She
was acutely aware of her lacks, her needs and it came as no
surprise to her when her hands seemed to move on their own accord.
Almost involuntarily, as if they had a mind of their own, they
slid down until her fingers were pressing against the top of Bix's
black-haired head.
"Come on, Bixie. You know how to do it," she said in a
whisper that was clearly authoritarian, the sound of her voice the
same tone as when she had first begun to train the Scottie.
Bixie didn't bark or attempt to pull away, despite the
uncomfortable and insistent pressure of Pam's two hands. Instead,
he crouched down and then buried his face forward, just as she
lifted her legs so that her knees were raised up and the soles of
her feet were flat against the top of the mattress.
When she let go of his head, she whimpered softly, savoring
the way Bix's tongue was now moving in almost concentric circles,
lashing around her tawny pubic mound. Her eyes were glued between
her legs and she stared at herself, knowing every detail of her
body, but still pleased with her appearance.
The narrow triangular crop of short wiry dark-blonde pubic
hair was being licked again and again. Bix was drooling over her
pussy and she knew from past experience that the very smell of her
cunt, even after she had just washed herself or taken a shower,
turned the dog on to a most remarkable degree.
There was no need to tempt him; to coat her pussy with
whipped cream or jam. All she had to do now was lean back against
the pillows and enjoy his oral caresses, the attentive and
diligent way his tongue was snaking her meaty pubic mound.
She kept staring even as the first telltale flickers of
delight began to grow more noticeable, welling up inside of her.
The walls of her cunt were soon fluttering spasmodically, gently
undulating and fibrillating against each other.
A thin oily trickle of vaginal sap rolled down the length of
her canal, oozing out like dripping syrup, right between the thin
narrow lips of her pussy. And when Bix tried to push his tongue
between them, she didn't hesitate to encourage him further.
"That's it, good boy, keep going; Bixie don't stop," she
urged, her fingers sliding hotly up and down her body, her palms
rotating over her stiff-standing and inflamed nipples. Finally,
she reached down between her legs and even as Bix's tongue
continued to probe the damp recesses of her vulva, her fingers
grabbed hold of the twin flaps of puffy and tingling meat that
bordered her gash.
She splayed them back with a single fluid motion of her
hands. She sucked in her breath as well as she exerted pressure,
peeling her cunt lips wide to expose the raw glistening meat of
her clitoris and vulva. The pulpy button of cunt-flesh was
already jutting out like the tip of a baby's little finger.
Her training now paid off, for the instant she peeled back
her vaginal lobes, the dog took a deep sniff and worked his tongue
right over the erect little nugget of meat that was her clitoris.
A spastic shiver of raw delight made her legs shudder and she
gasped loudly as she felt the flicker of delight growing in
strength, welling up inside of her pussy.
It was always like this, this slow and deliciously torturous
ascent to the point of climax, the pinnacle of raw erotic release.
"Come on, good boy, more," she whispered, demanding that the
Scottie service her.
She thrust her crotch forward and her hips began to undulate
with rhythmic insistence, her body writhing gently on the bed.
More and more cunt juice spilled down from the shuddering walls of
her pussy, only to be gobbled down, slurped and sucked up by the
dog's fast-moving tongue.
And the more Bix licked and tongued her pussy, his tongue
actually pistoning in and out from between the trembling puffy
lips of her vagina, the more aroused Pam Harper fast became. She
could feel her climax growing in strength and she began to buck
and heave, jerking her crotch back and forth against the terrier's
lowered face.
Her strenuous shivering motions seemed to spur the dog on and
Bix's hard raspy tongue almost nipped at her cunt as she felt the
way the animal was sucking down the thick rivulets of oily musky
sap which sluiced down along the walls of her pussy.
Her cunt was swampy and overheated now, but she didn't want
to come ... not right this instant, in any event. So rather than
shorten her pleasures, she sought to prolong them by lifting her
legs back until her knees were pressing down against her tits and
the smooth white cheeks of her boyish ass jutted out in the
Scottie's direction.
The gamy sour odor of her anus had, so she had discovered
when Bix was just a puppy, always aroused the dog's oral
attentions. This Sunday morning was certainly no exception, for
no sooner had she thrust her bottom out in his direction when Bix
dug deeper, shoving his snout and then his swift-moving little
tongue, right between the warm supple cheeks of her delectable
bottom.
A low-pitched sigh of ecstasy escaped Pam's lips the instant
she felt Bix's tongue licking and dabbing at the pink puckered
folds of her anus. The hairless rosy aperture began to clench and
unclench like a toothless mouth as she worked her sphincter
muscles as if to egg the dog on to greater and greater feats of
oral--and now, analingual--excess.
He never fails me, she thought to herself as the dog's tongue
palpitated the rim of her anus. She reached down then and pulled
her buns as far apart as she could, stretching the narrow slick
opening of her fundament.
Bix's tongue actually worked its way right inside to the
inner edge of her rectum. And as soon as this was accomplished,
Pam let go of her buttocks and rammed her stiffened index finger
right down between the twin puffy lips of her cooze.
"Shit, do it! More, eat me, lick me!" she cried out,
shuddering more violently as her passions began to erupt with
demonic force and intensity.
There was no stopping her, or Bix for that matter, after
that.
Her index finger surged in and out as she pistoned it down
into her pussy, farther than the length of the terrier's tongue
could allow. The wet slippery walls of her cunt surged together
to embrace her digit and a second finger soon followed the searing
path of the first, the two of them moving in unison, held stiffly
and tightly together.
She scissored them open and shut around the stalk of her
steamy cut and the friction thus produced made her body thrash
more vigorously on the bed. Any second and she knew it would
happen, her orgasm descending upon her like a bolt of lightning.
But she tried to hold it back for as long as possible, the
floodgates of ecstasy about to break down and the rush of pleasure
stream like boiling water through her excited body. And all this
time, Bix was still licking and reaming her asshole, rimming her
out and never growing tired of the task she had rather
effortlessly taught him when he was just a pup.
Her two fingers worked like a cock, plunging more
determinedly in and out of her pussy, scraping up against her clit
in their maddened rush down into her shuddering vagina. She
closed her eyes then and it was just the same as always, the
identical fantasy taking wing in her mind, filling her thoughts
with its pleasurable and highly arousing images.
Her fingers kept moving, swifter than ever as she consciously
dreamed the fantasy that always consumed her when she was moments
away from her climax. In it, she was right where she was now,
lying in bed, with or without Bix. Her blonde hair was spread out
over the white pillowslip like a golden halo and soft rays of
early morning light danced and glinted along the pale blue bedroom
walls.
But she was not asleep, for in her fantasy her eyes were
half-open, capable of seeing everything that was about to take
place. It started when a shadow moved behind the drawn lace
curtains, a silhouette she instinctively knew belonged to a man.
And then a leg, a leg with a scuffed cowboy boot and a covering of
skintight faded denim, slid over the window sill, followed by
another foot and then a body which pushed the window wider so that
the man could gain access into her bedroom.
And there she was, lying in bed, pretending to be asleep, but
seeing everything that was taking place. It was the man of her
dreams, literally as well as figuratively, who now eased himself
into her silent bedroom, invading her home and her privacy.
But in the fantasy, and now in real life, a smile could be
seen etched across her thin pursed lips as she caught sight of the
silent figure staring down at her while she lay in bed.
Languidly, she turned over onto her back, flicking the covers down
as if she was still asleep.
And the man's eyes opened even wider, dark brown eyes that
seemed capable of drilling into her flesh like laser beams. They
gazed in awe and delight at the bristly bush of fur which adorned
her tender virginal pubic mound, highlighting the narrow gash of
her cunt furrow, accenting the drooping lips of her twat now
curling in against each other, furry and warm and slightly damp
with the juices which had oozed down her trench during the night.
She could see his excitement branded like a tattoo across his
face, the way his nostrils dilated as he sucked in his breath, the
way his thickly sensual lips opened slightly as if they were
linked directly to his wide and staring eyes.
And then, she opened her eyes wider and gave a sudden start
of fear, fear that was dealt with in a flash as the stranger threw
himself down on top of the bed. The bedcovers were pulled back
like flimsy tissue paper and he took hold of her supple thighs and
then rammed his flushed and eager face right down between her
spread-eagled legs.
But in the dream she did not scream or fight back, except to
give a sudden shudder of defiance, defiance which vanished the
instant the stranger's lowered head nuzzled against her box and
his tongue lashed out across her warm and inviting pussy.
Yes, do it, lick me, love me, she thought to herself, her
fingers still moving in and out of her cunt as her passions got
ready to erupt like molten lava, her body a volcano about to
explode with fiery vengeance.
It was so clear, so lifelike that when she opened her eyes
she could still see the man lying down, stretched out on the bed,
his jean-clad legs hanging over the foot of the bed and his tongue
lapping frantically across her juicy pubic mound.
She closed her eyes tightly then, as if to reinforce the
potency of her erotic dream, her lusty fantasy. Yes, it was
better this way, Pam decided to herself, still moaning as she felt
her climax about to overwhelm her.
The man no longer frightened her, his startling entrance
through her bedroom window, the way his lips and tongue were
plundering and raping her cunt, all arousing her in a way no man
in her real life had ever succeeded in doing before.
The stranger's hard muscled body turned her on as well and
his thick curly brown hair was soft and baby-fine when she reached
down and ran her fingers through it, gently and lightly caressing
the top of his head.
She had seen too his lean and burly physique and the potent
rounded bulge tenting up the front of his skintight jeans. All
these visual stimuli served to inflame her passions and then, as
she imagined how his tongue would feel as it pistoned in and out
of her cunt, how the edges of his front teeth would nip and chew
up and down the length of her stubby hot clit, she suddenly threw
her legs down over Bix's head and screamed out, knowing that the
moment of pleasure was finally at hand.
She let her passions take control and as she maneuvered a
third finger into place, she was gasping and shaking on the bed,
her limbs shivering involuntarily and her orgasm erupting with all
the fire and delight no man had ever gotten her to feel.
"More, lick me, love me, love me!" she cried out as if the
burly young man in her dream was actually there, standing by the
foot of her bed with a lewd and lascivious grin etched across his
lips.
But when she stared wildly around, even as hot rivulets of
fresh cunt juice streamed down the burning walls of her stimulated
twat, she could see that she was alone with Bix, that no one else
had entered her room, either from the window which led out onto
the fire escape, or through the locked front door of her three-
room apartment.
And a look of anger mingled with the rage of her erotic
release as Pam kept writhing back and forth. Bix continued to
lash his tongue around her anus, licking and nipping at her
bottom-hole while her three fingers plunged and darted deeper and
deeper into her burning snatch.
She was milking herself of every last drop of cunt juice,
every last burning charge of sexual pleasure. Her orgasm was like
a spring suddenly uncoiling inside of her and by the time she had
drained herself dry and Bix had finally pulled his tongue back to
sit up and stare at her flushed and reddened face, Pam was too
exhausted to say or do another thing.
She just lay there on her bed, the rosy-red glow which had
suffused her skin now fading as the blush of fiery pleasure began
to expire like smoldering glowing coals in a dying fire. "Where
are you, you prick! Where the fuck are you hiding?" she screamed
out, her face contorted with anger that grew more intense and
vituperative as she stared wildly around the room.
Had her life been a fairy tale, she would have awakened from
her reveries to discover that they had come true. But today, as
in the past, fantasy had not been transformed into the stuff of
life. A cool breeze fanned the lace curtains and through the
opened window, which led out onto the fire escape, she could hear
the murmur of voices, of children playing out on the street, of a
neighbor arguing with her husband.
But no one, no burly blue-jeaned cowboy-booted young man, was
crouched down on the fire escape, about to lift the window wide
and slide one foot and then the other into her room, entering her
apartment and thus, entering her life.
No tears, not today, Pam said to herself. She patted Bix and
got up out of bed, knowing it was time to face the dull gray
languor of reality ... her reality, her boring and dispassionate
life.
Chapter 2
Living as she did in what had formerly been a rent-controlled
apartment, quite a plum as far as the vast majority of
Manhattanites were concerned, Pam had the added luxury of space,
space which included a kitchen that not only had a window, but
that was also big enough to easily hold a round oak dining table
and four cane-backed chairs.
Nearly all of her friends bemoaned their fate, the exorbitant
rentals they paid in modern luxury buildings. And almost every
one of them were forced to eat in dining alcoves and living rooms,
substituting ventilator grates for kitchen windows.
The late morning sun streamed brilliantly into the kitchen
and the hanging plants, which decorated the window, were lush and
full. There's absolutely no reason to be depressed, Pam told
herself as she sipped her third cup of coffee and idly flicked the
pages of the Sunday Times she had picked up at a newsstand the
night before.
Bix lay stretched out on the yellow tile floor, sunning
himself after having consumed his light morning snack. She looked
down at his furry black body and smiled to herself, pleased with
his loyalty and doubly pleased with the way he never failed to
excite her, knowing almost instinctively what to do to arouse her
passions.
It wasn't so much her training as it was the dog's
temperament and seemingly natural inclination to lick and tongue
her body, her cunt and her asshole in particular. But that, she
knew, was not all that she had taught him, nor was it the only
trick Bix knew how to perform for his mistress.
But this morning she didn't want to think of that, having
caught sight of the terrier's bony penis when Bix had sat up on
the bed, moments after she had felt the last searing convulsions
which marked her orgasm.
She wondered if he was capable of disappointment, then
dismissed the notion as anthropomorphic, not wanting to give a dog
human feelings, to endow an animal--even one as obviously bright
and clever as Bix--with emotions best left for people to
experience and deal with.
But in her eyes, at least, he hadn't looked all that happy,
sitting up on the bed so that she had been able to see the pencil-
thin and triangulated tip of his penis sticking out from its black
hairy sheath.
The glistening flesh of his dog-cock was wet with canine
genital secretions, a thin slippery fluid that she had tasted on
numerous occasions in the past, carnal episodes of bestiality, she
had told absolutely no one about.
Shame was one emotion she had learned to cope with quite
early on in her life, for before Bix there had been her first dog,
a honey colored cocker spaniel who made up for his unremarkable
behavior and intelligence in other and far more intriguing ways.
She remembered that first incident with the spaniel, when she
had just turned fifteen. It stood before her mind's eye as if it
was happening, right there in the kitchen. But then she blinked
and the image disappeared.
No, she decided, I've done enough fantasizing for one day.
It's time to get out and shake off my depression before I really
end up in the loony bin. She did not think she was headed for a
breakdown, but as she got up to wash the breakfast dishes she
sensed that unless things changed, the pattern of her life that
is, no good would come of her burgeoning anxieties and
dissatisfaction with the tenor of her existence.
"Want to romp in the park today, Bixie?" she asked her dog
when the last of the breakfast dishes had been washed and set in
the drainer to dry.
Bix yawned and stretched his legs, his carrot-shaped black
tail rising up jauntily, wagging this way and that as he trotted
obediently behind her, back into the bedroom where she picked out
the clothes she would wear that afternoon.
Less than an hour later found her standing at the top of what
New Yorkers had dubbed "Dog Hill," a denuded though still fairly
grassy rounded hill which overlooked Fifth Avenue and the 79th
Street entrance to Central Park.
Sunday, she knew, was the worst day of all, when the park was
crowded with families and Dog Hill was a sea of barking running
canine bodies. The good weather, the first taste of summer in
what had been an unusually rainy spring, had brought the people
out in droves and as she stood and looked around her, surveying
the view while she kept a diligent eye on Bix, she suddenly
stiffened and refused to believe her eyes.
I'm dreaming, she thought to herself, ignoring Bix so that
she was able to train both eyes on the tall athletically built
figure who stood some distance away from her, halfway down the
rise of the gently sloping hill.
She could see his profile, the straight aquiline line of his
nose, the thick and in her eyes sensual lips, now set in a slight
and almost dazed bemused little grin. Dark piercing eyes stared
out, open and devoid of deceit, from under a pair of thick bushy
eyebrows.
Even the same hair, Pam thought to herself, for the young man
who now was causing her to stare almost blatantly and rudely, had
a thick mop of shaggy and curly dark-brown hair, hair which almost
seemed to be the identical shade of brown as his eyes.
She shook her head and held herself more stiffly, aware of
the way she had been trembling. Her fingers clutched Bix's leash
and the yapping and scurrying all around her did not serve to
break her mood of silent and watchful amazement.
It's him, the same guy, the one who comes in the window, she
thought, still not sure if she was somehow hallucinating, seeing a
mirage, imagining the young man as he stood below her on the hill,
his own eyes trained on a powerfully built liver-colored Doberman
pinscher.
As in the dream, the stranger wore faded and skintight blue
jeans, even scuffed square-toed cowboy boots as well. A work
shirt as equally faded and bleached as his dungarees covered his
muscular torso and Pamela smiled nervously, wondering if she was
finally going off the deep end.
But when she blinked rapidly, the image before her didn't
waver or fade away in the least. If anything, she could see the
young man even more clearly. All the details of his face and
body, details she had memorized as if the dream had come to her
full-blown, not a product of her own subconscious yearnings,
matched one against the other.
She shivered again, spooked out by the apparition that had
magically come to life. She had waited so long to meet a man like
the one who raped her, alone in her bedroom, that now she didn't
know if she should just turn around and run off in the opposite
direction.
But before she could even recover from her surprise, or
regain her self-composure, their eyes met and for the life of her
she neither wanted to nor could she even pull away from the young
man's wide and unswerving stare.
He turned his head to the side and looked up at her and if
there was such a thing as love at first sight, Pam knew that she
was the victim of it, of Cupid's dart. Her knees felt weak and
bravely, feeling silly and as adolescent as a blushing schoolgirl,
she curled her lips up into a smile.
It was not ignored.
The fellow grinned broadly, just as she saw Bix race into
view, running circles around the liver colored Doberman. The
pinscher was a male, but surprisingly enough he and Bix seemed to
get along fine, enjoying each other's company, enjoying too the
canine games the Scottie so delighted in.
Bix yapped merrily and darted right underneath the Doberman's
body. The smooth-coated dog barked loudly and sprang off down the
hill, Bix's short stubby legs flying out behind him as he hurried
after in hot pursuit.
"Holmes!" the young man called out as the two dogs raced down
the hill, so involved in their own games and animal pleasures
that, at least for the time being, they were oblivious to their
masters.
"Bix, get over here!" Pam cried out, her feet moving in front
of her. Almost mechanically she strode down the hill, one foot
placed before the other as if she was just learning how to walk.
She was headed right towards the young man and a smile still
played across her lips.
"Holmes, get your ass over here ... now!" the guy yelled out.
The Doberman stopped short, lifted his fox-like snout and
then began to race back up the hill. Bix was right behind him, a
black streak against the pinscher's short liver-tinted body. By
the time the two dogs had arrived at the young man's feet, Pam was
standing right before him, still clutching Bix's leather lead.
"That's a good boy, Holmes. Now just quiet down and sit
still for a minute," the fellow said good-naturedly.
Pamela knew she was in love and the very notion made her
shudder once again. She wiped her forehead with the tips of her
fingers, able to feel how she had suddenly begun to sweat
profusely. "You too, Bix," she said, her voice cracking and her
throat gone dry and parched.
"Bix? Why Bix?" asked the young man, turning to stare at her
the way he had done earlier. And, for a second time, their eyes
met, the stare held rigid and unmoving.
"Why?" she heard herself replying to his question. "He's
just ... just a little Bix, that's all. Silly. I can't remember
why I decided to name him that. It just came to me when I saw
him, that's all."
"You're right," the young man agreed with another disarmingly
open and good-natured grin. "He does look like a Bix."
"And Holmes?" asked Pam. "Where's his double-brimmed cap and
his drooping pipe?"
"Oh," the young man laughed, "I only let him wear those
things in the privacy of my apartment. Wouldn't want anyone
getting the wrong idea. Actually, it was the look in his eyes
that made the decision for me. Seemed so piercing, so
inquisitive, even when he was just a pup."
Pam glanced over at the Doberman. He was sitting at his
master's feet, his great wet tongue hanging out of his mouth. Her
eyes slid down, caught sight of the long thinly furred sheath that
concealed the dog's cock and then jerked back to the young man's
smiling face.
"Want to go for a cup of coffee?" he suddenly blurted out,
almost as if he was now as nervous as she was.
"What?" she said, startled by the swiftness of the stranger's
invitation. "I ... I don't even know your name."
"And if you did ... would it make any difference?" he said.
"But to set your mind at ease, I'm listed in the Manhattan
directory, under W for Whitlock. Justin Whitlock."
"Pam Harper," she replied, finding herself extending her hand
as they grinned back at each other and shook hands like two
businessmen meeting each other for the first time before sitting
down to lunch.
"Good, then it's settled," he said, whereupon he attached the
chain leash he held to Holmes' collar.
Pam clicked Bix's lead into place and the two of them, led by
their two straining panting dogs, moved down the hill towards the
79th Street exit from the park. Pam felt at a complete loss for
words, nodding her head numbly as Justin spoke to her.
She was growing acutely aware of the way he kept glancing at
her from the corner of his eye. It was a look she had seen
before, as recently as the previous evening in fact, when Dick
Truman had taken her out for dinner.
But whereas Truman's leering wolfish grin had turned her off,
had frightened her in point of fact, she accepted Justin's obvious
interest in her with something that resembled downright pleasure
and considerable delight.
She had never met a man this way, a complete and total
stranger. For all she knew he could be a homicidal maniac, a
psychotic, sexually maladjusted. But even if all that was true,
nothing was going to stop her from finally taking a chance with
her life and doing the one thing which now came to her as
naturally and easily as the very act of breathing, of inhaling and
exhaling as she walked alongside of him.
When they reached Fifth Avenue they turned left, heading
uptown. They walked past the crowds surging in and out of the
Metropolitan Museum, past some of the embassy buildings that were
located along Fifth Avenue, in view of the park.
She didn't ask him where they were going, if he intended to
stop at a coffee shop or head straight back to his apartment.
Secretly, she hoped he would choose the latter and when he caught
hold of her elbow and guided her across Fifth Avenue and down
Eighty-eighth Street, she smiled to herself and didn't utter a
single word of protest.
"Five flight walkup," he announced when they reached the
unrenovated brownstone where he rented an apartment. "Sorry about
that, but I refuse to be subsidized by dear old dad."
"I don't care. I like to walk," she replied, shy again as
she followed him up the granite steps which led into the pocket-
sized vestibule and lobby of the building.
Justin dug into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a
ring of keys, selecting the correct one to unlock the front door.
Then, moving down the dimly illuminated and narrow hallway, he led
Pam upstairs to his apartment.
She followed right behind him; able to hear the way her heart
was beating like a steam-hammer in her breast, able to feel the
nervous pulsing throb of blood in her temples. But even more than
that, she was becoming acutely aware of another sensation, one
that she had experienced in the past, but rarely if ever as a
result of being in the company and presence of a man.
Between her legs she could feel how juice was seeping down,
trickling along the walls of her cunt and oozing over her hairy
pubic mound. She was wearing a skirt and she was almost startled
at the way her crotch had gotten suddenly wet and swampy, juice
threatening to actually drip down along the insides of her thighs.
The walls of her cunt could be felt fluttering again and
again and she could hardly believe her body was responding like
this, for she had not felt this kind of sexual reaction to anyone
in so long that she had almost forgotten what it could be like.
But now, she knew exactly what it was like, for she was
unable to stop shaking, unable to stop staring up at Justin's
muscular back, his tight boyish ass outlined beneath the skintight
covering of his jeans, or the long thickly muscles back of his
calves and thighs.
His body seemed to radiate the same kind of intense animalism
as Holmes' wiry and powerful build, dog and master appearing in
her eyes to be even more suited to each other than she had first
thought. This is insane, she told herself. What am I doing here,
following this guy upstairs to his apartment, when I don't even
know who he is, or anything about him?
Nevertheless, she made no move to turn, nor did she even
voice her doubts. Her disbelief, the fact that the longer she was
in his company the more he came to even more closely resemble the
man she had almost fantasized about, all got the best of her,
squelching any thoughts to the contrary.
She paused at the top of the fifth floor landing to catch her
breath. She had taken Bix off the leash and now he was wagging
his tail, delighted with his outing and his new friend. Holmes
stood attentively behind Justin as he unlocked the door to his
apartment, turning around to usher Pam inside.
One glance was all she needed to put her fears to rest. The
studio apartment was warm and inviting, with soft browns and tans
the predominant color scheme. "I'll fix a pot of coffee ... I
can't stand instant," he told her. "Just make yourself
comfortable, put some music you like on the stereo."
Dumbly, she nodded her head and moved into the large airy
room. She put her shoulder bag down and moved to the stereo,
flicking through the stack of record albums until she had found
something to her liking. It was Franck's "Symphony in d," one of
her favorites. She slid the record out of the album sleeve and
put it down on top of the turntable, doubly pleased that he had it
in his collection, that already their similar tastes were showing
through, joining them even more closely to each other.
Bix and Holmes seemed exhausted and they lay near the couch,
their tongues lolling out of their mouths and their eyes half-
closed, dreamy with the need for sleep. That too was fine with
her. She didn't want them to turn into a hassle, a nuisance.
The soft strains of the symphony came back to her as she sat
down on the couch, a straight-backed tweed-covered sofa whose down
pillows gave way under her weight. She sank down and sighed to
herself, still finding it all too difficult to deal with.
I should be lying in a bed, she thought. And Justin should
come in through the open window and take me ... just like that,
without a single word.
Pam closed her eyes, an unspoken sentence on her lips. One
part of her was more afraid than she had ever been before in her
life, afraid of caring too much, of giving everything she had and
getting nothing back in return, of laying her feelings before
Justin's feet, not knowing if he would kick them aside or bend
down to hold them lovingly and caringly in his cradling arms.
But the other side of her thoughts, the side which had first
compelled her to hold his stare, to move down the hill with the
full intention of meeting Justin, wanted her to cry out to him, to
tell him to take her, to rape her in any way he desired, right
then and there.
She could hear his booted feet moving back into the room.
But Pam kept her eyes closed, her breath coming in short shallow
gasps, her tits rising and falling like the lilting strains of
music Franck had written for moments just such as these.
Let him see me like this, she thought. Let him know how open
I am, how vulnerable, naked ...
She pictured how he was now standing at the threshold to the
room, for the sound of his heavy footfalls had stopped abruptly.
She imagined what he might be thinking and she smiled to herself
just as the footsteps resumed, coming right in her direction.
Still, she made no move to open her eyes or acknowledge the fact
that he was walking right towards her as she leaned back against
the down-filled sofa.
And then it happened, though not like in the dream.
She felt his legs pressing down against her knees and then
his lips moving back and forth against her mouth. She took a deep
breath then and opened her eyes. He was leaning forward, bracing
himself with his hands clutching at the back of the couch.
She looked into his eyes and then smiled as he grinned back
at her, lightly licking her lips with the tip of his outstretched
tongue. Her hands moved up as if invisible balloons were lifting
them. And then she clutched at his arms and responded with all
the pent-up passion and stifled desire she had lived with these
past five years.
Justin could not have been more pleased.
He rammed his tongue right between her parted lips, moaning
softly as her fingers slid up and down along his arms. Each
passing second made Pam more impatient. She no longer cared what
he might think of her behavior, of the way she was demanding him
to take her, to do whatever he desired.
Nothing mattered but how she felt and she rubbed her thighs
together, acutely and agonizingly aware of the way her cunt had
begun to burn and itch with feverish impatience and desire.
Justin's tongue slid in and out of her mouth, licking her lips and
palate, her gums and teeth.
Their lips were glued hotly against each other and her
fingers slid higher, up along his arms. His muscles bulged tautly
inside of his faded blue work shirt and the power and strength she
had imagined him to possess was now becoming more and more
obvious, exhibiting itself in the hard bulge of his steely
muscles.
Justin slid his tongue out of her mouth and then sucked on
her chin, gently sliding his tongue down along her neck, even as
he began to ease his body into a crouch. He crouched between her
legs, flicking his tongue against her smooth alabaster neck, his
knees digging into the carpeting and his hands now moving from the
back of the couch to rest along Pam's shoulders.
She felt dazed, dazzled by the swiftness of their meeting, by
the fact that she knew, long before it was going to take place,
that they were destined to go to bed together, destined to explore
every inch of each other's naked bodies.
And that pleased her to no end. She pushed her crotch
forward, whimpering more excitedly as he sucked and licked her
neck, gently unbuttoning the front of her thin linen blouse. Yes,
do it, anything, she kept telling herself as Justin grew more
animated, more impatient, finally ripping the tails of her blouse
out from around the waistband of her skirt.
She thrust her tits forward, glad that she hadn't bothered to
wear a bra for her afternoon jaunt to the park. Because now, an
instant later, she felt his lips sucking down over one of her
nipples, the edges of his front teeth nipping and grazing lightly
and delightfully along the entire length of her turgid and stiff-
standing berries.
"Yes, oh do that, yes, anything," she whispered, her body
twisting from side to side as he used his lips with expertise,
sucking on one taut nipple and then the other. He licked and
tongued them until they felt on fire and then he began to stuff
one of her tits right between his gaping lips.
Pam kept looking down, staring at his lowered head as his
hands pushed her jugs closer together and his lips and tongue
sucked and slurped with growing passion and maddened delight. He
was doing everything she had wanted him to do, and performing in a
manner which left absolutely nothing to be desired.
Glancing over his shoulder, she could see the two dogs, the
Scottie and the Doberman, watching what was taking place between
their owners. Their seeming look of interest amused her and Pam
giggled, even as the hot flickers of pleasure began to grow more
and more potent.
He wasn't saying a word, but his caresses spoke far louder
than anything she knew he might say. His fingers were kneading
and toying with her jugs and she had never felt her nipples so
inflamed before, so on fire, tingling as he flicked the tip of his
tongue back and forth against one and then the other, stimulating
her with each successive swipe of his raspy-edged prober.
She was all eyes, having gone without this kind of pleasure
for far too long. The backs of his hands were covered with short
black hair and she imagined that he was a bear, attacking her,
ravishing her body with bestial fervor and animalistic delight.
Like paws, she thought as she watched his fingers moving,
tweaking her love-buds and then trailing ticklishly down along the
gentle incline of her body. He reached for the zipper to her
skirt and still she made no move to stop him, nor would she ever.
"You know me, don't you?" he asked her then, even as he found
the side zipper to her skirt and yanked it down with a flick of
his wrist.
"I ... I've known you for ... for more than five years," she
whispered, her body shivering involuntarily, a nervous twitch
which made her voice tremble ever so slightly. "In ... from a
dream. You've been coming to me in a dream, the same dream, over
and over again, week after week."
"If I told you the same thing, I'd only be lying. But it
doesn't really matter or change anything, because I'm here now,
and that's all that counts," he replied, his voice soft and
soothing to her ears.
"You've been sleepwalking for five years, that's all," she
said with a grin. "You come to my window at dawn, pull it open
and slide first one leg and then the other inside. And then, then
you ...
"Then I what?"
"You ... you do it," she stammered. "You rape me, Justin.
You fuck me; you do everything to me, everything. And I love it,
I love it, all of it, everything."
He grinned almost devilishly at her emotional outburst and
without saying another word, pulled impatiently at the hem of her
skirt. Pam lifted her ass off of the sofa so that he would be
able to pull her skirt completely off. She was glad she had said
what she had, as if it had been a stone around her neck, weighing
her down. He hadn't laughed nor had he been anything but highly
pleased and flattered.
And now she was ready to make good her words, for even then
her skirt came down and she kicked it off of her ankles, pulling
her blouse off with the same kind of wild sexual impatience her
voice had reflected moments before.
Justin's dark brooding eyes opened to their farthest limits.
He sucked in his breath as she sat there before him, her naked
creamy-white jugs rising and falling; each rounded melon capped by
an exquisite little finger of taut and erect flesh.
She could see his excitement mirrored on his face, the way he
was literally devouring her with his eyes, gobbling her down like
a succulent sweetmeat, a choice morsel fit for an epicurean feast.
His eyes slid down over her upthrust and firm young breasts,
farther still to the soft rounded hill of her belly.
And then he did exactly what he did in her dream. He threw
himself forward with a loud bull-like roar, a bellow of wild
sexual impatience and maddened physical hunger. His tongue probed
the narrow recess of her navel and then licked down to the
waistband of her slim little bikini briefs.
Pam moaned wildly and thrust her crotch forward. Justin was
using his tongue with an instinctive skill that even Bix had never
demonstrated before. He slid its very tip right underneath the
ring of elastic and then moved it back and forth as if he were
loosening her panties, pulling them off of her merely by the use
of his lips and tongue.
He came quite close to that, actually, for a moment later, as
she kept pushing her hips up and down towards his flushed and
reddened face, he grabbed hold of the waistband of her briefs,
catching the elastic between the edges of his front teeth.
She cried out with excitement as he pulled down, using his
teeth rather than his fingers so that she could feel his wet
slippery lips grazing against her naked body. Once again she
raised herself up as he tugged her panties down, succeeding in
pulling them past her waist and lush rounded hips, farther still
until his eyes could see the first stray ringlets of mossy pubic
hair which grew thickly and luxuriously across her meaty box.
"Oh please, please, yes, do it, hurry," she begged, so
impatient that she couldn't stop herself from skinning her undies
down. She pushed them past her thighs with both hands and as they
fell to her ankles he was already moving forward, even before she
had managed to kick them off of her legs.
A scream of excitement flew out of her throat the instant he
plunged recklessly forward, his thick sensual lips glued hotly
against her pussy. His warm breath fanned her puffy cunt lips and
she was whimpering and straining, pushing her crotch up against
his mouth.
"More, yes, do it, anything," she blurted out once again, so
on fire that she couldn't pull her thoughts together. The room
reeled around her as if she was riding a horse on a carousel, a
merry-go-round of spinning whirling erotic intensity.
Never before, not even when she had known what it was to be
in love, five years earlier, had Pam Harper ever been so aroused,
so sexually stimulated, so maddened by the artful caresses and
erotic skills of a man.
It was all new to her and she spread her thighs demandingly
wide, watching the way his tongue slid around her hairy cunt,
licking every tendril of blonde pubic fur, sucking on the twin
slippery lobes of flesh whose inner secrets he now sought out.
Justin rammed his bristling invading tongue right down into her
crimson gash and the scarlet wet wound of her cunt furrow dilated
visibly, even before she grabbed hold of the top of his head and
pushed his mouth down even more firmly against her pussy.
"Please, yes, eat me, eat me," she whimpered, so out of
control by now that she couldn't believe this was all happening to
her, finally and at long last.
But it was no dream and she didn't have to pinch herself or
scream out to awaken from her reveries. She had gone home with a
young man whom she knew nothing about, a young man named Justin
Whitlock. But if she did not know who he really was, or what he
did with his life, or what his goals and aspirations might be, she
still knew him from all those fancied moments when he had snuck
into her bedroom to take her in the stillness of early morning.
And now, the last thing she wanted him to do was stop his
frenzied oral caresses to sit back and calmly recite the story of
his life. Needless to say, that was not what Justin intended to
do. Not now, in any event.
Chapter 3
This was no dream, no reverie, no imagined meeting.
It had happened and now Justin Whitlock was just as inflamed
as Pam Harper. He stroked the tops of her smooth white thighs,
glad that she hadn't been wearing stockings or panty hose, glad
that he could caress and massage her tender and supple flesh.
And even as he caressed her, his tongue was digging deeper
into her cunt, lapping up the hot spicy rivulets of sap, which
were streaming down the fluttering walls of her swampy twat. He
had seen the liquid stain of cunt juice that had covered the front
of her panties and he knew how aroused she had become.
The intensity of her response, the way she was holding his
head down and writhing back and forth so that his tongue hit
against one smooth slippery cunt wall and then the other, pleased
him to no end. He was determined to arouse her until she would be
insane, unable to control herself.
And so now he strummed her body as if he was a musician
getting harmonies and chords from an instrument. His fingers
tickled the insides of her thighs, finally sliding higher until he
was able to take hold of the edges of her thin girlish cunt lips.
These were no scarlet rooster combs of flabby drooping flesh,
but taut elastic lapels that he now eased back, stretching them
wide as butterfly wings. Pam thrust her crotch up again and again
and when she let go of his head, Justin eased his tongue back. He
lifted his face and stared down at her meaty box.
Between a narrow and gristly set of cunt lips he could see
the swollen meaty button of her clit and it was to this delectable
tidbit that he now centered his attentions. He rammed his face
down with rising impatience, nipping at her clit so that she could
not stop moaning and crying out with pleasure.
Her cunt gave off a strong heady odor, at once musky and
pungent. And her juices tasted salty and spicy against his lips
and tongue. Delighted with the way she was responding, he kept at
it, nipping and frictioning his teeth and tongue against the
tender shaft of her clitoris, then ramming his tongue as far
inside of her tight girlish split as he could.
Her vaginal muscles jerked against his invading tongue,
nipping at it with such conclusive force that he knew she was
going to prove to be even more wild and arousing when they were in
bed together. And that, needless to say, was something he didn't
doubt would happen whenever he was ready to make the move.
But what he knew she still didn't understand were the kind of
things he wanted done to her, the lurid sexual acts he had long
imagined, never having been able to see them brought to life,
consummated before his wide and staring eyes. Something told him
that Pam would do anything he wanted, that the heated excesses of
her sexual reaction were a product not only of his erotic skill,
but also because she had fallen for him, head over heels.
That she seemed to be in love, or at least infatuated,
certainly was no hindrance. And though he was yet to experience
the same kind of breathless emotional involvement, his physical
appetites were just as overheated and insatiable as hers.
Behind the front of his faded blue jeans he could feel how
his cock was jerking angrily. It thrust out like a bar of steel
against his fly, imprisoned, stifled inside of his dungarees. He
wore no underwear and, as a result, he was acutely aware of how
clammy and sweaty his groin had become, pre-come dribbling out of
the bulbous and blood-engorged head of his tool to seep over his
pubes and soak into the denim material of his jeans.
But Justin was a young man who knew how to exercise proper
control; at least when sex was involved. He wasn't worried about
coming in his pants, though not because he feared he wouldn't be
able to climax a second time, but simply because he had trained
himself to hold back until the last possible moment.
As a result, women had always found his sexual pyrotechnics
unbeatable. His ability to sustain an erection without any
artificial devices, his skill at holding his orgasm back until he
had milked a woman of several climaxes, one right after the other,
had all stood him in good stead with the women who had passed in
and out of his life.
And Pam, he knew was not going to be the exception to the
rule. He could feel how she was shuddering, how her vaginal
muscles had already gone out of control, signaling her imminent
release. But he did not want to milk her of an orgasm, not yet at
any rate.
No, there would be time enough for that, when the moment was
right. So he finally eased his probing licking tongue from out of
her cooze, tickling her clitoris and then lifting his sweaty face.
He let go of her cunt lips and they sprang elastically back, their
hairy outer edges all wet and glistening, slippery with a mixture
of saliva and cunt juice.
Pam slumped back against the couch, breathless and wild-eyed.
She had no idea why Justin had stopped, especially when she had
been riding a kind of stoned sexual rush, floating up towards the
very moment of release.
But that, needless to say, was all part of his technique.
He edged back to rock against his knees and the backs of his
legs, taking her in with a single wide and all-encompassing stare.
She was naked, her flesh glistening and white, dewdrops not only
beading the furry triangle that marked her tender mons veneris,
but also dotting the fine down along her upper lip and right below
her hairline.
Her breasts rose and fell and he saw her then as the very
personification of tenderness and vulnerability. "I ... I don't
know what to say," she whispered when she had recovered a modicum
of self-composure.
"Don't say anything ... just do," he replied in a whisper, as
if he didn't want to break the spell that had been cast between
them. He got abruptly to his feet to turn over the record, for
Franck's symphony had come to its side one halt just moments after
he had finally slid his tongue out of her juicy little muff.
And as he rose up before her, Pamela Harper's eyes opened
even wider than before. She was now able to see that which she
had tried to glimpse earlier. And what she saw, she liked, plain
and simple. Justin caught her staring, held himself steady,
facing her like that for a silent moment before turning around to
change the record.
But the few seconds he had stood there, frozen and unmoving
in space and time, had enabled Pam to see what she had lusted
after.
There could be no doubt in her mind that he was as well
equipped as she had always imagined ... no, felt ... her dream-
image to be. Behind the front of his provocative skintight jeans
she had seen the long swollen outline of his cock and she wanted
to throw herself at his feet the way he had done to her. Not
slavishly, but merely so that she would be able to lunge forward
and rip his jeans off, feasting upon the thick bloated length of
his manly cock.
Justin had exactly the same thought in mind.
He turned the disc over to side two. The second movement
Allegretto began, its moderately fast tempo setting the rhythm for
the delicious bout of fellatio he planned to enjoy. That she
would be ready and willing was something he didn't doubt for one
second and when he turned back to her, he thrust his crotch
forward as if to demand she gape and stare at the silhouette of
his rigid and throbbing hard-on.
His dick had slipped down along the inside of one dungaree
leg. The denim was tented out so distinctly that Pam had no
difficulty making out the exact dimensions of Justin's turgid
member, even down to the shape of his leaking glans and the slight
depression at the neck of his cock.
His rounded stones seemed full and loose, a swollen bag she
could see stuffed--no doubt uncomfortably, she supposed--inside
the crotch of his jeans. "Is it crazy that I'm staring?" she
asked.
"By whose standards? You dig looking at it--cool. You dig
playing with it, even better," Justin told her.
He sauntered forward, half play-acting, half-serious. But he
was totally earnest about having her rub her lips and tongue over
his boner and no sooner had he moved in front of her than Pam lost
the last vestiges of her self-control.
She lunged forward, nearly toppling him over. Her hands
clawed at the front of his jeans and she slid her horny fingers up
and down the inside of his stuffed trouser leg, fondling the stiff
and steely projection that was his pulsating cunt-rammer.
Justin smiled to himself; delighted with the intensity of her
reaction, with the way she was really anxious to have him. She
rapidly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, not even thinking of
what she was doing. Having sex with Bix was one thing. But this
was something else, neither better nor worse. Just different ...
But the gist of it was that she had gone without this kind of
"difference" for far too long. Now, it was as if Pam Harper was
making up for lost time. She pulled his fly open and rather than
reaching inside to haul out the stiff projection of his dick, she
shoved his tight faded jeans down off of his waist and hips.
Justin watched her, a smile of pleasure etched across his
lips. Her flushed naked body beckoned to him, calling out as he
gazed at the musty smelling tangle of blonde fur that covered her
thin yet puffy labia.
The folds of meat clung to each other and pictured the
pleasure that would soon be his when he peeled them wide again.
Only then, it would be as a result of the insistent invading
pressure of his cock, not his fingers.
She tugged more vigorously, surprised that his jeans were as
tight-fitting as they looked, difficult to remove as if he had
worn them in the bath to get them to shrink to the very lines and
proportions of his burly figure.
And then, even before she was rewarded with the sight and
feel of his cock, even as he pulled off his faded blue work shirt,
she was able to see the damp thick forest of his wiry black pubic
hair. It made a thin furry line down over his flat washboard
stomach and the hollow depression of his navel. Then, it
thickened abruptly, fanning out across his groin, barely
concealing the braided blue veins along his crotch.
Then the jeans were pulled lower and seconds before his dick
was released, she was able to stare at it as if she had never seen
a man's organ in all of her life. It had been a long time, in
actuality, and though she couldn't say that she had forgotten what
a penis looked like, she still stared as if she had never seen one
before, or at least, never one as vigorously proportioned as that
which Justin Whitlock now sported.
"Pull 'em down," he said with a note of impatience. He was
shuddering, wanting her to suck him off before they would really
get down to business. The latter was going to be a surprise, he
decided. But first he fully intended to enjoy the wet slobbering
embrace of her horny little mouth.
Pam certainly wasn't adverse to opening her lips wide and
taking in as much of his dick as she possibly could. So her
fingers pulled his jeans still lower until she had freed his cock.
It sprang out at her like an uncoiling spring, the bulbous cap of
his penis hitting her right across the lips.
After that, nothing seemed in the least bit surprising.
She didn't even have time to stare, to take in the details of
his genitalia. Almost as if the motion was a reflex action, she
opened her mouth, her jaws aching as she thrust her reddened and
eager young face right down over the leaking head of Justin's
penis.
"Perfect, perfect," he groaned, swiveling back and forth so
that his glans banged against one side of her mouth and then the
other. He didn't rush into things, nor push forward to greedily
and excitedly impale her mouth over the entire length of his
swollen member.
No, for he took his time, letting her get used to the virile
dimensions of his manly rod. He could see how she was straining,
how her lips were spread grotesquely wide, no doubt wider than she
had ever opened her mouth before.
His cock was nearly as thick around as her girlish wrist and
Pam was doubly amazed by its sheer length and breadth. Seven
inches had always seemed large and certainly adequate. Eight
inches of surging manflesh had been tried only once before. But
Whitlock was hung to the length of nearly nine hard inches and the
additional thickness of his throbbing member made it doubly
difficult for her to get her lips all the way around his gristly
cock-shaft.
"Take your time ... and use your tongue," he whispered. He
bent his knees slightly and kept his hands on his hips, his
fingers dangling down towards the deep inguinal indentations that
set his crotch off from his thighs and belly.
She slid her head closer, feeling the way she was taking in
more and more of his joystick. And when the head of his cock
banged against the back of her throat she gagged slightly and
stopped, trying to grow accustomed to the unusually energetic
dimensions of Justin's penis.
He is the guy in the dream, she told herself, for even down
to this, the size of his dick, he had not disappointed her or
proven to be in any way different from that silent stranger whom
she had known through her fantasies, the jean-clad figure who
stepped into her bedroom for his ritualistic round of early
morning rape and forced sex.
This too was almost forced, but she rather enjoyed that as
well. He didn't grab hold of the back of her head the way she had
done to him, but stood there, almost cocky, his hands on his hips
and his penis buried a good six or so inches between her tightly
clinging lips.
She couldn't take in the entire length; having never learned
how to avoid gagging when her mouth was so completely filled. But
he didn't thrust or jerk forward. Rather, he slid his pecker
halfway out, savoring the friction and tactile stimulation
produced as he grazed his shaft along the edges of her small even
white teeth.
She slapped her tongue along the ridge of muscle that bulged
out on the underside of his tool and as she pressed her knees down
onto the carpet, kneeling before him, her fingers reached down to
lift up the dangling weight of his hairy scrotal sac.
His balls were like hen's eggs, heavy and filled with come.
She ran her fingers over the folds of wrinkled flesh and let his
sac dangle against the palm of one hand. And then she explored
the muscular expanse of his hairy thighs, loving the very sense of
strength, of power and animalistic fury, which seemed to be
radiating from his body.
Justin had seen chicks go wild over him in the past, but none
had ever carried on the way Pam Harper was doing. He didn't fully
understand where he stood in the scheme of things, the true
importance of being the reincarnation of her dream-figure. But
even if he didn't understand what she was going through, he
certainly could comprehend the way she was deriving just as much
pleasure as he was. She shoved her face back and forth, slamming
her mouth over his bulging dong so that the head of his cock
tickled her tonsils and bent them back.
His tool was leaking pre-come at an almost alarming rate.
The bittersweet oily fluid slid down her throat and she inhaled
deeply, getting off on the smells of his body, just as he had
enjoyed sucking up the heady scent of her pungent muff.
His crotch exuded a musty and sweaty aroma, piquant and
intoxicating. Here was a man, she thought to herself, a man who
would bring her out of herself, who would give her love and
security and the pleasures of the flesh.
He made her feel more like a woman than anyone she had ever
known and she slid her hands up along his wide-set thighs, moved
them around and finally grabbed the tight muscular cheeks of his
boyish ass, one in each hand.
She pulled him closer to her then, squeezing his buns,
feeling the way they were hard and firm, silken as a result of the
almost invisible gossamer down which grew over his rump. By this
time, her cunt was leaking copiously and hot drools of sap
trickled down along the insides of her shuddering thighs.
She could feel her sexual appetites flaring up and she wanted
to jump up on him, wrap her legs around his waist and ass and let
him slam his pecker right into her pussy, impaling her on his
sword-like cock. Then, so she imagined at the moment, he would
carry her around the room and she would feel the full length and
thickness of his penis sliding in and out of her cooze, setting
her passions on fire, milking her of every last ounce of erotic
bliss.
She pulled her head back until just the plum-shaped glans was
stuffed between her lips. Her tongue probed the slit of his piss-
hole, tasting more pre-seminal fluid as he rocked back and forth,
his jeans down around the tops of his cowboy boots and his body
naked and shiny with sweat.
She looked up at him then and he was staring down at her with
a grin across his thick sensual lips. The hard virile lines of
his burly torso enticed her and she studied the definition of
muscles that traversed his chest, pleased to see that he was the
bear she had hoped he would be.
As with animals, his torso was covered with a thick luxuriant
pelt of jet-black body hair, chest hair, which fanned out over his
pectorals and nipples and then tapered down to a V which became a
narrow line over his belly, thickening again at his groin. It was
a pattern, like the pattern of fur along Bix's belly and the more
she looked up at him, the more animalistic and savage he seemed to
become.
Having satisfied her sexual urges through the use of Bix's
thin carrot-shaped penis, she now was contemplating satisfying her
libidinal needs with a bear, a gorilla, a man-ape. His features
grew blurry, wavering before her eyes and she smiled to herself,
knowing then that he was no ordinary man, that he had begun to
release the animal she had long known to be lurking right
underneath the surface of his skin.
Animals reacted instinctively, maddened by the grunts and
smells of sex. So Pam kept licking Justin's boner until he too
was sobbing with pleasure, his chest heaving as he sucked in his
breath and gasped with astonished delight, amazed at the skill she
was demonstrating, the expertise of using her lips and tongue to
give him incredibly potent erotic delight.
She'll love it, all of it, everything I have planned for us,
he told himself then, knowing it was high time they got started.
He glanced over his shoulder, not surprised to see how the Scottie
and the Doberman pinscher were sitting there across the room,
their tongues hanging out, drool collecting on the carpet and
their eyes riveted to their two owners.
Their look of intense concentration was one thing. But what
intrigued him more was another facet of their canine interest and
curiosity. He was certain that both dogs could easily smell the
sexual aromas, which emanated from his as well as Pam's body. And
when he looked lower, squinting slightly since they were half-
hidden in shadow, he smiled to himself and knew that everything
was going to work out just fine, exactly the way he had long
imagined.
He too was a person fond of fantasies, erotic daydreams in
particular. And one of these numerous recurring sexual reveries
centered upon a man, a girl, and a dog. Now, he was the man. Pam
was the ripe and succulent young woman, and Holmes--and even Bix,
he decided in a flash--was the dog.
For now, arching up along the underside of the pinscher's
liver-hued and short-coated belly, was the hard bony length of his
half-exposed penis. Having seen and felt the Doberman's pecker in
the past, Justin knew exactly how long it could grow. In fact, he
had once measured it out of curiosity, pleased and surprised when
the ruler had declared that at its fullest, Holmes' reddened and
slippery cock was exactly seven inches long, from the base of its
hairy sheath to the pointy triangular head.
Although just about as thick around as his middle finger, its
hard spike-like length would suit his purposes admirably. Now, as
he continued to shudder and experience the pleasurable rushes that
Pam was enabling him to feel, he winked at Holmes and nodded his
head at the same time.
As with Bix, the Doberman was well trained. No sooner had
its master nodded his head, when he got to his feet, stretched for
a moment and then trotted obediently forward, his long wet tongue
hanging out from between his jowls.
Pam was so involved in sucking off Justin that she didn't
even see the Doberman moving forward across the room. She had let
go of his buns, sliding her fingers back around so that even as
she rubbed the swollen and leaking cock head against her lips and
tongue, she was able to slide her fingers up and down along the
hard jutting length of his ivory-white cockshaft.
Blue veins corded the muscular surface and she pulled his
cock down so that instead of rising up nearly parallel to his lean
washboard stomach, it now made a ninety-degree angle from his
belly, pointed and aimed right between her lips.
Justin smiled wickedly to himself and motioned Holmes to move
around. It was not so much a question of canine intelligence as
it was simply a matter of instinct. The dog's naturally
inquisitive nature, coupled with the training it had received from
its master, enabled Holmes to make all the right choices.
Foam flecked his jowls and the air was steamy with the odor
of sweaty randy naked bodies. Justin managed to pull his boots
off so that he could step out of his jeans and be as stark and
invitingly naked as Pam Harper.
And no sooner had this been accomplished than he slowly sank
down onto his own knees, forcing Pam to lean forward until she had
to press her palms flat against the carpet. She was now on her
hands and knees; still sucking on his burning joystick.
"Don't stop, not yet," he muttered hotly, goading her on,
thrusting gently yet insistently forward so that once again her
mouth was filled with more than half the length of his hard and
throbbing member.
It was then that Holmes got into the act, just the way Justin
Whitlock had long imagined. No sooner had Pam positioned herself
on her hands and knees, oblivious to anything but Justin's hairy
crotch and the promise of sexual pleasure his huge burning organ
would soon be giving her, when the Doberman moved around and
suddenly jumped up onto Pam's back.
Pam gave a muffled scream of surprise, her cry stifled since
she still had Justin's dick moving in and out of her mouth.
Immediately, sensing her rising panic, he grabbed hold of her
shoulders to steady her and pin her down to the floor.
"Just relax. You'll love it," he said hotly, glad that he
had cut Holmes' nails just the day before. They were short and
filed smooth so he knew that she certainly wasn't going to feel
any pain from his claws.
Meanwhile, even as she tried to jerk backwards, feeling the
weight of the Doberman's powerfully muscled body bearing down
along her back, Holmes was jerking blindly forward, baying and
howling as he thrust impatiently, trying to ram his fully exposed
and glistening wet pecker right between the lips of Pam Harper's
overheated cooze.
Her anus would have been easier to penetrate, but now, for
this first experience, Justin wanted her to feel the dog's cock
surging in and out of her snatch. That she had enjoyed this kind
of bestial activity with her own dog, Bix, was something he still
knew nothing about.
As for Pam, she was indeed panic-stricken, trying to pull
free, not understanding what was taking place, if the dog had done
this on its own accord or if Justin had really planned it to
happen this way. The fact that he was holding her down on the
floor, thrusting forward so that the head of his thick dick
actually passed into her throat, soon made it quite clear that
even if Holmes had acted instinctively, Justin did not intend to
see her put a stop to the Doberman's frenzied bout of canine
balling.
"Come on, relax. It won't hurt," he told her then, greedy to
see the act through to the bitter end. His pubes nuzzled her lips
and cheeks and she was choking on his pulsating organ while, right
behind her, Holmes was barking frantically, still trying to shove
his long thin pencil of a cock down into place.
Justin decided to act and he let go of her, keeping one hand
on the back of her neck so she couldn't pull free. Pam kept
gasping, but even then Justin was reaching down between her legs,
bending forward so that he was able to grab hold of the edges of
the Doberman's slick wet pecker.
It took all of five seconds for him to shove the pointy head
of the animal's penis right between the puffy dilated lips of Pam
Harper's muff. And the instant that Holmes' dong made contact, he
let go and reached back to hold her down on the floor.
Only now, he was the victim of surprise, not Pam. For no
sooner had Holmes succeeded through Justin Whitlock's help in
ramming all seven carrot-shaped inches of dog-cock into place,
when she gave up and sank down, whimpering with undeniable
pleasure, her muted gurgles audible even as her tongue lashed
defiantly up and down along the bloated length of his penis.
He slid his boner back until just the head was within her
mouth. And then that too slid out into the open as he leaned
forward and relaxed his grip on her shoulders, knowing that she
was not about to stop the Doberman from finishing what he had
started.
That could not be denied. She had enjoyed Bix's canine
attentions ever since the Scottie was a pup. But Bix's equipment
was not nearly as long and dagger-like as the Doberman's bony
tool. And now, it felt like a super-long finger was pumping in
and out of her cooze.
She tightened her vaginal muscles as best she could, able to
feel the dog's cock striking against one wet cunt wall and then
the other.
Hot trickles of sap drooled down and the friction his dick
was producing was getting her off in no time at all.
A low-pitched moan escaped her lips and Justin was frankly
astonished that she was enjoying herself so much. He had always
imagined a contest of wills, a show of brute physical force, the
girl he had pictured in his recurring bestial fantasy always
putting up a fight, though loving it in the end.
But now, Pam was loving it, almost right from the start. He
slid back and moved around as she kept whimpering, kneeling there
on the floor while behind her, bucking and heaving and jabbing in
and out with short precise strokes, Holmes continued to hammer his
bony dick as far inside of her cunt as its length would allow.
Justin was wild-eyed. He gasped almost as loudly as Pam,
pulled Bix out of the way when the inquisitive terrier trotted
forward to see what was happening, and then bent his head down to
look between Pam Harper's shuddering thighs. Sure enough, he
could see the naked red length of Holmes' penis sliding in and
out; right between the puffy lips of her girlish split.
"How does it feel?" he asked, breathless too, shaking as the
scene began to effect him like an aphrodisiac.
"Yes, do it, harder, harder!" she screamed, oblivious to
anything but the raw savage pleasure of the moment. Everything
was working in unison, the tactility of the dog's smooth belly
rubbing against her jiggling ass and back, the way his tight furry
balls tickled her bum furrow and, most of all, the intense searing
ecstasy of feeling the Doberman's penis sliding frantically in and
out of her gaping split.
Once again she squeezed her vaginal muscles, trying to make
her pussy as tight and narrow as possible, thus giving her the
utmost in sexual pleasure. As for the dog, Holmes was far too
incensed to slow down or change the rhythm of his strokes.
The knot along the base of his bony dick frictioned searingly
against Pam's swollen clit and she howled just like a bitch in
heat, loving the way she was getting fucked dog-fashion from the
rear, getting balled by a savage barking Doberman pinscher.
That Justin had wanted this to happen no longer seemed of any
importance whatsoever. Any second and she knew she would come and
now she didn't hold back, letting go and flowing with the rising
tide of bliss which was swiftly engulfing her body.
Justin kept staring, moving this way and that on the floor so
that he was able to view the bestial scene from every angle, from
the side, from down between her legs, from behind Holmes. The
Doberman kept yapping, his hindquarters jerking and bucking again
and again.
And the more he fucked her, the more aroused she became. A
minute or two later she couldn't hold back and a loud scream of
delight flew out of her throat.
Her body was glowing and she shuddered more violently, coming
in a great rush of supercharged ecstasy. The swiftness of this,
her first climax, only served to inflame Justin's passions to the
boiling point. Quickly, hardly thinking of what he was doing, he
grabbed hold of a startled Bix and pulled the Scottie over until
the black-haired terrier was crouched right in front of his naked
body.
Something told him that his moves would not be rebuffed or
misunderstood, that Bix was well aware of what Justin expected
from him. Indeed, no sooner had he shoved his hairy crotch
forward when the Scottie's tongue lashed over his pendulous balls,
thrilling Justin to the quick.
"Good boy, yeah, do it," he panted, even as Pam continued to
shudder and writhe, her face contorted in a paroxysm of lusty
sexual release. She was coming, one clitoral orgasm merging with
another. And Holmes didn't appear to slow down or approach the
point of ejaculation.
The Doberman kept at it while, at the same time, Bix was now
openly licking the hairy outer surface of Justin's heavy come-
filled balls, slobbering over his nuts and even trying to wiggle
an inquisitive wet nose right underneath the young man's balls to
get at his brown puckered asshole.
The gamy ripe smell of his anus no doubt turned Bix on, or at
least made him curious enough to want to explore further. Justin
certainly wasn't going to put a stop to that either. Still
keeping an eye on Pam, he leaned back, rested on one hand and
squatted so that Bix was able to wiggle underneath him, his raspy-
edged tongue striking right along Justin's hairy bum furrow.
"Good boy, do it, come, keep coming!" Justin cried out,
speaking to the terrier and to Pam Harper, both at the same time.
He spit into the palm of his hand, not about to interrupt her as
she continued to come.
He knew from past experience that Holmes was rapidly
approaching his own point of no return, ready to send his thin
yellow dog-come splashing down into the churning depths of Pam's
overheated quim. Justin couldn't wait to see that happen and he
wanted to come as well, to cream just when his dog did.
So he rubbed his slobber up and down the length of his
shuddering hard-on, lubricating his hard column of meat. His
fingers slid up and down, his palm rotated over his glans while,
between his legs, Bix was trying to invade his ripe gamy asshole.
Unable to pull his buns apart, for he was balancing himself
by pressing one hand down against the carpeted floor, he could
only thrust his ass forward, hoping that Bix would get excited
enough to push his tongue more forcefully between his muscular
buns. Sure enough, that was exactly what happened.
Bix's tongue slapped against the hairy corrugated folds of
Justin's manly asshole while, at the same time, Pam was moaning
and shuddering, experiencing the after-throes of her tumultuous
multi-orgasmic release. With reddened and dazed eyes she glanced
over at Justin, not surprised in the least to see what he and Bix
were doing.
The dog was shoving his face down against Justin's backside
while Whitlock kept jerking himself off. And then, even before
Justin could get off, the Doberman suddenly snarled savagely and
stiffened, the first hot wads of his dog-come surging out like
molten bullets.
She could feel the muscular contractions of the dog's
ejaculating cock and the knot of his prostate gland rubbed more
strenuously and almost abrasively against her inflamed clitoris.
She sank down, exhausted and completely fulfilled. More and more
thin dribbly yellow dog semen spurted out of Holmes' deeply buried
pecker, lubricating her already wet and swampy twat.
Justin was wild-eyed, delighted with Holmes' display of
canine sexual ecstasy. Here, at long last, his fantasies had been
put to the test, reality substituted for personal daydreams. And
it was even better and far more arousing than he had ever dared to
imagine. The sight finally triggered his own pent-up release.
Bix was still licking and tonguing his bottom-hole when Justin
stiffened and screamed out with demonic force and wild delight.
"Oh shit, watch me, watch me coming, watch!" he groaned as he
gripped the base of his throbbing member, squeezed it hotly and
watched the first thick wads of his jism spurting out of the head
of his cumbersome weapon.
Pam just kept gaping, even as Holmes began to quiet down. To
see Justin coming, to see how creamy-white bullets of jism spurted
thickly out of his cock and into the air, splashing at his feet
like raindrops, aroused her beyond belief. There was something as
equally bestial in his performance too, as if she was watching a
monkey at the zoo, masturbating and performing before her startled
yet delighted eyes.
Delight was certainly what Justin Whitlock was experiencing.
And the look of pleasure he saw mirrored on Pam's face turned him
on all the more. Her excitement reflected his own wild pleasure
and he kept milking his tool, one thick spurt of semen followed by
another until he had succeeded in draining his balls of every last
hot drop of come they had held.
Finally, Justin sank back and rested on his elbows. Bix was
still licking and tonguing his asshole and Whitlock smiled
dreamily at Pam Harper, absolutely content and pleased with
himself and the way everything had worked out exactly the way he
had long desired. He made no attempt to push Bix aside and right
then and there, Justin knew that the Scottie had been just as
cleverly trained as Holmes, that he had met someone who shared his
same wild passion for bestiality and torrid animal sex.
Needless to say, he couldn't have been more pleased.
Chapter 4
"I'd just turned fifteen and Sparky was a stupid name, but I
was a kid. Besides, he was a pretty stupid cocker spaniel.
Except that he had a tongue on him that went on for days," she
giggled, accepting his offer of a joint as they sat cross-legged
on the floor, knees touching, eyes drilling right into each other.
"Go on. I'm listening," Justin replied, waiting for her to
inhale some grass before he took the joint back from her. He was
already cresting a high, stoned on the dope and stoned on her
sheer physical presence. It was as if there was so much to catch
up on and he was content to watch her as she spoke, to listen to
her telling him about the first time she had had sex with an
animal.
"So there I was, fifteen; the product of a bloody awful first
fuck with this jock prick in high school named ... yeah, I still
remember. His name was Barry Galena and he was a shithead,
Justin, a real stupid ass," Pam went on, rushing from the dope and
becoming just as stoned as he was. "So anyway, I was alone in my
room with Sparky and well, I don't know, he started licking me
when I was playing with him. It was right before I was ready to
go to bed. And ... and I liked it, that's the point I'm trying to
bring out. I really dug feeling his tongue going in and out of my
cunt."
"Did you let him fuck you that night?"
Pam nodded her head, a blush creeping across her cheeks. She
had never told anyone about this before, not even her closest
friends. But in front of Justin it seemed perfectly normal.
Indeed, that's just what he had called it after they had recovered
from their searing bout of bestial sex.
"It's cool, normal. You dig it; I dig it so there's no
hassle. What two consenting adults and two consenting dogs do in
the privacy of their own home is their business and their business
only," he had told her, half-joking but totally serious in his
intent.
She believed him. Or at least, she wanted to believe him.
But it was still strange talking about it, describing how she had
"discovered" Sparky's cock, how she had rubbed her fingers up and
down his hairy sheath until his slim pink doodle had slid out into
the open and how, when she had gotten it all the way out into the
open, she had turned over, letting the dog take over from there.
"And he did it. He didn't have to be told or even pushed
into place," she went on. "And all the while I was loving it and
thinking that it served Barry right for taking my cherry the way
he had, so violently ... so lacking in feeling that when he had
finished ... and I hadn't even come, besides ... I felt used, like
a dirty piece of toilet paper.
"But Sparky was devoid of emotions; He was an animal and what
he did to me was just plain animal sex. I didn't have to
communicate with him, or even trust his loyalties. I just let him
pound his dick in and out of my cunt and that night I came, came
like I'd never come before.
"It was just ... just unreal," she concluded. "But it's
silly talking about it, isn't it. I mean, I had that dream about
you, a man I mean. Not a dog, for God sakes."
"I haven't told you what ol' Holmes here does for me on
occasion," Justin announced as soon as she had finished.
"What?"
"Guess."
"No, I can't, that's unfair," Pam giggled. "Wait ... I know.
He ... he goes down on you, right? You've trained him to suck you
off, and rim you, too," she added quickly. " Just the way Bix
does for me. Is that it? Did I guess right?"
"Well," he hesitated, grinning at her and loving everything
that was happening. "You're halfway right. I mean, he does do
all that, lick my cock and slurp my come down, to be gross about
it. But he does something even more way-out than just all that
tonguing shit."
"What?"
"Well, you don't expect me to describe it; do you? I mean,
I'll just have to get him to do it to me. Would you dig that,
Pam?" he asked.
She nodded her head, stoned and feeling like a little girl,
playing house. There they were, sitting cross-legged on the
carpet, stark naked and now stoned and delighted to just be able
to stare at each other. Pam couldn't stop looking at Justin and
though she was yet to experience the pleasure of feeling his cock
tunneling in and out of her pussy, she knew that before he walked
her back to her apartment that part of their affair would be
consummated. And consummated to the point of absolute success and
sheer exhausted delight.
She had recovered her strength and her sexual appetites,
blocked for what seemed like a lifetime, rather than five years on
and off, were more insatiable than ever. She gazed in awe at his
hard muscled body, the planes of his torso, the ringlets of black
chest hair. And drooping down so that the head touched the floor,
his limp yet sizable cock made her eyes open wide with lust and
desire. It was draped over his balls, limp yet not shriveled as
she had noticed so many other cocks got when they were
detumescent. Justin's pecker was all white and smooth and she
could tell from its size that once it got erect again, it was
going to be just as impressive as she had first thought.
Unable to resist, she reached out, lifted it up off of his
balls and fondled it in one hand. He sighed with stoned delight
and his red-rimmed eyes drilled into her, still able to see the
thin yellowish clots of drying dog-come which adhered to her
blonde pubic nest.
He knew she would freak out when she discovered what he had
taught Holmes to do to him. Few chicks were into any of this kind
of sexplay, but Pamela was right there with him, sharing his taste
for all that was bizarre and bestial.
"That feels so good, the way you just tickle my meat," he
whispered, licking his lips and then wiggling his tongue at her.
Her nipples were still hard, taut little cones that projected
from the ends of her knockers. They were surrounded by the rosy-
red flesh of her aureoles, small as silver dollars. The smooth
lines of her figure, the lushness of her hips and the tight
gripping warmth he knew her cunt was capable of exerting, all
combined to arouse him in no time at all.
And the more he stared at her, the more secure within herself
Pam became. She stroked lightly, gently, sliding her fingers back
and forth; threading them through the wiry thicket of coarse black
hair that grew around his thickening member. It delighted to
watch his peter grow, to increase in length and width.
She was inducing this growth and for the moment she ignored
the two dogs, even her own curiosity about what he had taught
Holmes to do. Whatever it was, she didn't doubt for one minute
that it would be just as exciting as what had happened earlier.
But now, she wanted to feel his cock moving inside of her, not an
animal's.
Justin leaned back and stretched one and then the other leg
out alongside of her. He threw his head back and closed his eyes;
concentrating on the pleasure she was giving him.
His palms pressed down onto the carpeted floor and he thrust
his crotch up demandingly. By this time, his cock was almost
fully erect, filling her hand with its surging strength and
warmth.
Quickly, Pam drooled into the palm of one hand and used her
saliva to lubricate the smooth vein-braided surface of Justin's
dick. The rounded head of his cock continued to engorge with
blood until it was a veritable swollen plum, bulbous and velvety
to the touch.
Even his balls seemed to fill out, some of the wrinkled folds
along his scrotum disappearing so that his nuts seemed to grow
more tight and firm. But the minute his cock became fully
engorged, Pam replaced her hand with something infinitely more
pleasurable and exciting.
She squatted so that she was soon enough crouching, right
over his lap. His dick jerked as he contracted his muscles and
then he opened his eyes, it was to smile at her, knowing what it
was she intended to do. "Take your time," he whispered.
"I intend to," she said, even as she moved forward, aiming
her paintbrush of blonde pubic fur right over the straining and
swollen cap of his pecker.
She reached down, took hold of his dong and pushed forward at
the same time, aligning her cunt with the leaking glans of his
penis. Justin didn't move a muscle, all eyes to her delightful
display of sexuality. It was perfect to just lay back and let her
call the shots, to act the role of aggressive and dominant one for
a change.
Already, her juices were seeping down to lubricate her cooze;
the yellowish dog-come adding to the natural moistness of her
swampy cleft. She pushed forward until she was able to rub the
head of his penis back and forth against her cunt split. An ache
of searing pleasure shot through her body and with her other hand,
still crouching there so that her buns grazed against the tops of
his thighs; Pam pulled apart the top edge of her cunt furrow. She
spread her lips wide so that her pulpy little clit could now be
seen, touching the surface of his meat.
She groaned more hotly then, the tactile stimulation arousing
her passions to the boiling point. And still Justin didn't move,
content to lie back and watch her as she thrust down with a sudden
surge of maddened desire.
"Oh shit, shit yes, yes!" she screamed, incoherent now as she
sought to stuff the head of his penis right into her cooze. She
pushed down a second time, let go of her cunt lips and then
watched and felt the way her tender vaginal lapels were pulled
tautly back. The pressure of his cock thrilled her to the quick
and his glans was rubbing more briskly, back and forth against her
swollen clitoris.
"It's so good. I can't stand it," Pam whimpered, struggling
to thrust forward. She pressed her hands flat against his
shoulders and lunged down, wiggling left and right and feeling his
dick sliding deeper, passing from her vulva into her vaginal
canal.
Justin groaned just as hellishly, loving what he had
suspected would be a tight juicy quim. It was proving to be just
that, tight and deliciously gripping. He could feel the way his
cock was tunneling deeper and deeper into her muff. His shaft
rubbed along her wet and slippery vaginal walls and the dog-come,
which still adhered to her cunt flesh, only served to heighten the
swampy wetness of her pussy.
It had been a long time, too long in fact, since she had
enjoyed a man like this. Now, making up for lost time, she thrust
down even more demandingly, not content until she had stuffed the
entire length of his virile boner all the way into place.
It wasn't as easy as she had first suspected.
The width of his cock necessitated a bit of caution, for her
cunt walls were pulled back vigorously as a result of the
thickness of his member. She gasped for breath and relaxed her
vaginal muscles, feeling her cunt flesh sticking against the
surging smooth sides of Justin Whitlock's penis.
The dogs, whipped up to a near frenzy by the hot smell of
sex, stood around them, licking their arms and legs, barking
loudly and unable to contain themselves. Justin pushed Holmes and
Bix away, not ready to demonstrate what he had alluded to a few
minutes earlier.
All in good time, he said to himself, too content now to
worry about that until he was certain Pam could deal with it. And
of that, he didn't have the slightest bit of doubt. He knew her
better than she knew herself and understood where he fit into the
scheme of her life. She hadn't had sex like this for months, if
not longer, and Justin didn't need Pam Harper to tell him what he
already sensed to be a fact.
And that, needless to say, was that he was succeeding in
arousing her as no man had ever aroused her before in her life.
She didn't have to say a word to make him understand that and a
smile crossed his lips, a smile of egotistical pleasure and
physical delight. Now, he jerked his crotch up, meeting her next
downward thrust.
By this time, more than three-quarters of the length of his
boner was stuffed up into her gaping muff. The lips of her cooze
adhered tightly, clinging to the rounded sides of his pole. He
savored the warmth and mounting heat of her cunt and as his dick
frictioned and slid in even deeper, she ground her hips down
against his hairy crotch, wanting even more and more of his boner.
"Watch it going inside," he told her. "Just watch the way it
keeps getting shorter."
"It's ... it's so big inside, like it's growing, so alive,"
she said, barely able to speak as she kept pushing forward.
Justin thrust his hips up a second time, spearing deeper. He
let out a piercing wail of pleasure as he felt the head of his
cock actually making contact with her cervix. It hit the end of
her vaginal canal, banged against the door to her womb and he
stopped short, the entire length of his sturdy engine completely
ensheathed, right up to the root.
The dense tangle of his wiry pubic bush, so dark against her
fleecy and blonde-haired love nest, tangled with her pubes and she
held herself steady, the two of them almost looking amazed at what
had just taken place.
Between their legs the dichromatic bush of hair marked the
point of entry. The very base of his swollen shaft could also be
seen, her cunt lips adhering tightly to his meat. He squeezed his
muscles as if to move his cock inside of her and she, in turn,
signaled back by clenching and then loosening her vaginal muscles.
The sudden pressure made him groan once again. It was as if
she was gripping his dick with her fingers, squeezing and milking
his hose. "So ... so much. I'm afraid to move," she whispered,
licking her drying lips with the tip of her tongue.
"We'll go slow," he promised. He spit into the palm of one
hand and then proceeded to anoint her nipples with his saliva.
When they were both glistening with his spittle, he began to
rotate the palms of his hands over her jugs.
Pam threw back her head and moaned with delight. She raised
herself up so that half of his boner slid out into the open.
Almost immediately, she thrust down again, his cock hurtling back
into her pussy. The friction made her claw at his chest and she
ran her fingers through his thick pelt of body hair.
"You're ... you're my bear, my big hairy teddy bear," she
giggled, jerking back and forth, undulating her hips so that she
was able to feel his cock pressuring one vaginal wall and then the
other.
Justin laughed and kept stimulating her jugs, finally letting
go of her boobs. He slid his hands down along her flanks until he
was able to reach around and grip the twin naked cheeks of her
ass. He kneaded and fondled her gluteal flesh, pulled her buns
apart and thrust up, ramming into her even as she sought to pound
down on top of his mallet-sized and mallet-hard pecker.
"Now move with me," he groaned, knowing what he wanted to do
next. Still maintaining his grip on her ass, he began to push her
gently back, forming a rocking human boat, fused at their
genitals. She stretched her legs back along his sides, one and
then the other. Her back bowed out in a graceful arc and she held
onto his arms for additional physical support.
Once she was leaning all the way back, her hair trailing
against the floor, Justin began to rise up, pulling his legs back
until he first moved into a kneeling crouch. And all this time he
was still keeping his cock in place. The complicated gymnastics
delighted her and she flowed with her pleasure, watching him as if
she had never known such complete and total happiness in all of
her life.
Now that he was resting on his knees and the backs of his
legs, her own legs stretched out before him, he didn't hesitate to
slide his feet back so that soon enough he was in the position he
desired, facing her and penetrating her frontally. He bent his
knees and pressed his palms down, right alongside of her
shoulders.
"Lift your legs, over my shoulders," he told her.
She lifted up her feet, her ass now raised off of the floor.
Another heated whimper escaped her lips, for the moment she had
hooked her knees over his burly wide-set shoulders, even more of
his cock slid into place, the very base of his hose now rubbing in
and out of her inflamed and swampy vulva.
"Oh, do it, yes. Fuck me, pound it in," she said. She
winced when he started to give her what she wanted, all eyes to
their tangle of pubic fur.
He pounded in and out, his cock-strokes fast and sure. Each
downward plunge brought her closer to her climax and her cunt
muscles began to fibrillate, clenching and unclenching around the
surging moving length of his penis.
Her cunt was hotter than ever and the underside of his dick
created a delicious friction against her clitoris. She howled
more excitedly, trying to meet his back and forth rhythmic
strokes. Justin was sweating profusely, droplets of perspiration,
trickling down his chest and underarms.
It dribbled onto her naked body and each time he dug into
her, his ass muscles tightened accordingly, his meaty buns
dimpling as he thrust with maddened fury and intensity. "Faster,
faster," she begged. He quickened the tempo of his insertions;
rapid dog-like jabs, choppy and swift.
"Don't come, not yet, not yet," he gasped and he looked
beyond her then to Holmes, knowing it was time to demonstrate the
trick he had taught his dog to perform. He had fantasized this
too, fucking a chick while being fucked at the same time. But not
by a guy, certainly. No, for now he fully intended to have his
prostate massaged as if by a hot wet finger. And that, needless
to say, was what Holmes was going to give him by using his long
thinnish bony pecker.
He knelt there, gripped her more firmly and thrust his naked
buns back in the air. Holmes leaned over and gave Pam's tits a
perfunctory lick before trotting around to face his master's
outthrust backside.
Pam saw the Doberman moving around. She thought the dog was
going to rim out Justin's asshole. But then she remembered that
she had guessed just that and he had told her the act would
involve something else entirely.
When the pinscher threw his front paws up over Justin
Whitlock's back, Pam opened her eyes wide with disbelief. "But
how?" she muttered "What's ... what's he going to do to you?"
"He's gonna fuck me up the ass, kiddo," smirked Justin,
enjoying the look of sheer amazement and surprise which flashed
across her flushed and reddened face.
"He's gonna do what?"
"He's gonna stuff his dick right up my hole, that's what.
Haven't you ever finger-fucked a guy's asshole before?"
"No, no never. Doesn't it hurt?"
"Shit no. The swelling of the prostate gland is right inside
a guy's asshole and when it's massaged it makes everything so much
more exciting, like unreal," Justin explained patiently, even as
Holmes was jerking behind him, trying to fit his naked and
glistening red dogcock right into his master's hairy asshole.
Pam shook her head. It was all too new to her. But it
certainly didn't turn her off. She could smell the randy odor
they were all giving off, the humans as well as the dogs and now
she lifted her face and strained to see what Holmes was about to
perform.
"Did you ever let Bix fuck you up the ass?"
"Once ... well, a couple of times," she finally admitted, a
little embarrassed that buggery and corn-holing were yet another
facet of her bestial repertoire.
"Well, it's the same thing, only it's the prostate that gets
stimulated," and saying this he reached back with one hand,
sliding his fingers down past his balls and underneath to his ass.
He immediately could feel the hairy sheath at the base of the
Doberman's penis and he squeezed it hotly and loosened his anal
muscles. He wiggled his buttocks back against the dog's smooth
furry belly, trying at the same time to manipulate Holmes' dick so
that the pointy wet tip would make contact with his anus.
It took about a minute, during which time Holmes was yapping
and howling, refusing to sit still. He kept jerking, fucking
blindly until the head of his bony article finally made contact,
right where Justin felt it belonged.
He pulled the dog closer against him, his muscles loose and
relaxed. His bottom-hole was slightly dilated, enough for the dog
to be able to push his pointy cock head right inside his master's
rectum. And when this point of entry was accomplished, Justin let
go of Holmes' boner and slid his hand back, pressing his fingers
over Pam's mouth.
"Lick them. Smell the dog," he said with wide and excited
eyes.
She inhaled the cloying musty smell and lashed her tongue
over his fingers, tasting the same oily secretions she had
previously sucked down whenever she had taken Bix's cock between
her lips. And that too was something she decided, right then and
there, to indulge in, sensing the way it would arouse both her and
Justin to an even more maddened degree.
But before she called Bix over to her, the Scottie was
already leaning over her sweaty chest, his hard raspy tongue
flicking across one of her tits. The terrier licked and drooled
over her inflamed and turgid nipple and shivers of pleasure
flooded her body, mingling with the pleasure of Justin's deeply
buried hardon.
He still hadn't begun to stroke again, waiting for the
Doberman to fully insert his pencil-thin dick. And that was
accomplished even as Pam licked his fingers. Behind him, his
front paws pressed down against his back and shoulders, Holmes
kept licking along the nape of Justin's neck. The dog was bucking
and jerking, stabbing forward so that more and more of his tool
slid into place.
Justin moaned the instant the dog's cock passed over the
chestnut-sized swelling of his prostate gland. Wonderfully
massaged, tickled and stimulated, his prostate burned and his
balls smacked fitfully against Pam Harper's upraised ass.
"Come on, boy, more," he moaned as the dog shoved deeper
until nearly seven thin inches of bony canine cock was buried into
place. It was housed right inside the dry tight confines of
Justin's rectum. The dog's pecker had been glistening wet,
lubricated with oily secretions. Suitably lubricated it now moved
even more easily than a finger would have done, surging in and out
as Holmes really started ass-fucking in earnest.
Dog drool slid down Justin's back and once Holmes started
thrusting, using the same short heated jabs he had done when he
had pounded in and out of Pam's cunt, Justin began to move, almost
in unison. He thrust back and forth, slamming his burning tool
deep within Pam's muff.
And when she reached out and pulled Bix over so that she
could wrap her lips around the terrier's naked and exposed pecker,
Justin was more aroused than he had ever felt before. He hadn't
even expected her to do this, nor had he even dared to ask her to
perform fellatio on her pet.
"Oh yeah, do it, right on," he said with a leering grin.
"Suck on the pooch's pecker, baby. Lick it good and make him
come. Taste his come going down your throat, nice and hot and
slimy."
Pam squeezed her cunt muscles more vigorously, wordlessly
responding to Justin's heated cries. She could feel the
additional weight of Holmes, ramming his boner in and out of
Whitlock's ass. And though she was not able to see it actually
taking place, she could tell by the look of wild-eyed delight that
Justin exhibited, that he was loving every fierce and frantic
stroke, even as much as he was loving plowing in and out of her
hot and slippery muff.
"I'm ... I'm gonna come!" she squealed, breathless now as she
felt her climax suddenly rearing over her like a leaping beast,
hurtling through her body with all the maddened force of her wild
delight. She stiffened and hungrily pulled Bix over so that she
was able to turn her head to the side and ram her mouth down over
the Scottie's wet and slippery penis.
Bix licked her face and yapped with delight the instant she
glued her lips around the thin finger of his meat. And then she
began to come, her climax triggered by the wild pleasure that was
surrounding her. Justin thrust more angrily, hammering in and
out, ramming so hard and fast that he knocked her breathless.
Her groans were muffled now as she tightened her oral hold
around Bix's tool, tasting the oily secretions which lubricated
his reddened and glistening dick. The odor of his body turned her
on as well and she kept on coming, hot gushes of sap drooling down
her shuddering vaginal walls.
The additional lubrication coated Whitlock's penis. He was
being whipped up into a frenzy of wild passion, stimulated front
and behind him, pounding mercilessly and vigorously, the Doberman
kept at it with howling ecstasy. Justin squeezed his sphincter
muscles as tightly as he could, exerting additional pressure and
friction around his prostate gland.
And Pam still kept on coming, so beyond control that she
stuffed the entire length of Bix's short carrot-thin cock right
down her throat. Her lips nuzzled his black tight little balls
and the Scottie was already imitating Justin and Holmes' wild
bucking movements, humping in and out of Pam Harper's mouth.
She kept shaking, twisting her body left and right as Justin
continued to milk her of pleasure. She had never known sex like
this, never before having experienced the intense pleasure, which
now flowed through her body.
"Do it, come, keep coming," he begged, milking her dry as he
kept on pounding his meat in and out of her pussy. He wanted to
shoot his own thick hot load, but he waited until the two dogs had
reached the point of ejaculation before letting loose his own
brand of seminal acrobatics.
And since he was a man who had learned the meaning of self-
control, he was able to hold back and stop himself from shooting
before he wanted to. Pam finally sank down on the floor, her body
soaking wet and her skin suffused with the ruddy hue of her sexual
release.
But even then, despite her fatigue, she didn't stop working
on her dog's pecker. She kept her lips glued tightly around the
thin slippery hard length of Bix's cock. Training had taught the
dog how to deal with her, how not to move too vigorously, but to
allow Pam to do the back and forth thrusting.
And this she did, spearing her tongue over his wet surging
boner while she pulled her lips over his cock and moved her head
back and forth. The sight turned Justin on even more. Behind
him, his prostate tingling and seemingly on fire from the unending
barrage of fast penetrating cock-strokes, Holmes was about to
explode.
The Doberman howled and bayed into the air, thrusting madly
now, fucking with short precise strokes. And then he let loose so
that Justin was able to feel the sudden series of muscular
contractions that signaled the dog's canine ejaculation.
"He's coming!" he cried out to Pam, tightening his sphincter
muscles as best he could so that the additional grip he exerted
around the dog's penis made Holmes bark wildly, yapping again and
again, even as runny spurts of dogcome began to splash into the
depths of Justin Whitlock's asshole.
He could just about feel the come spurting into his ass and
he threw himself forward, grinding his hips down against Pam's
cunt as if he fully intended to stuff his balls into her slippery
and tightly gripping muff.
The head of his tool banged against her cervix, triggering
yet another orgasm. Her clit was pressed down against his meat
and she shuddered and thrashed about on the floor, sucking more
heatedly and excitedly on Bix's bony article.
The Scottie, heated up by the smells and pleasures of sex,
was about to release his own load of semen in just another moment.
Holmes was still howling, still jerking so that the knot of his
prostate gland kept rubbing around the hairy rim of Justin's
inflamed and stimulated poop.
And then it was Whitlock's turn to demonstrate what he had to
offer in the way of hot cream. He suddenly stiffened and didn't
fight himself any longer, allowing himself to experience the
pleasure of releasing his pent-up load of jism. Though not nearly
as thick nor abundant as his first copious load, it was still a
good strong spend, all things considered.
Open-eyed and delighted, Pam squeezed her cunt muscles as
tightly and grippingly as she could, able to feel the way Justin's
penis suddenly convulsed as hot goblets of come began to pour out
of the head of his burning quivering rod.
"Yes, do it, feel me coming, feel it, all this come. Suck on
Bixie, suck his cream, his cream," Whitlock groaned incoherently,
his body glowing as he plowed down and held himself stiffly,
shooting one thick gushing wad of cream after another. He wanted
to flood her cunt with his load, wanted to feel his sap dribbling
down over his ejaculating hose, oozing out like syrup around the
puffy and tender lips of her twat.
Holmes slid back until his own cock eased its way out of
Justin's inflamed asshole. Thin rivulets of dog-come oozed out
around the hairy reddened aperture, dribbling down along Justin's
bum furrow and trickling over his pendulous hot nuts.
Holmes yapped and then, as more come spurted out, Justin
milking himself by squeezing his muscles again and again, Bix went
over the edge, joining him in the explosive bestial passion of the
moment. Suddenly, Pam's mouth was filled with thin salty dog-
come, pasty tasting fluid which she sucked down, savoring the
animal taste and smell of the terrier's crotch.
Her loud gurgles of pleasure mingled with the uproar echoing
all around her. Justin was groaning and bellowing with pleasure
while Bix yapped loudly, shrill barks which pierced the warm close
air. Holmes lay down on the floor, his tongue hanging out from
between his jowls, too exhausted to move or partake any further in
the wild sexual fun and games of the afternoon.
And all this time Pam was still sucking down dog-come, still
feeling Justin Whitlock's cream shooting into her cunt. Her cooze
was now flooded with semen and at last, having succeeded in
helping Justin to come, his balls depleted like eggs sucked from
their shells, she finally relinquished her grip on the Scottie's
pecker and eased Bix away from her face.
Yellow curds of canine semen flecked her lips and he leaned
over and pressed his mouth over hers, tasting Bix's cream. He
swallowed the unctuous slippery fluid and sank down against her,
cradling Pam in his arms.
His sweaty hairy chest rubbed over her tits and she
shuddered, so content, so totally pleased and delighted with what
had just taken place, that words were unnecessary and inadequate
to express her satisfaction and sense of complete and total sexual
and emotional fulfillment.
Justin clung to her, sucking on her lips and tongue, cradling
her in his arms. He held onto her and gently rolled over so that
they were now lying on their sides. His cock was beginning to go
soft and limp inside of her come-filled twat, but he made no move
to pull himself free and ease his pecker out of her muff.
"Just be like this, just the way you are, and we'll never
have to be alone again," he whispered. And when she smiled and
nodded her head, Justin leaned back against the floor and tried to
catch his breath.
Chapter 5
The afternoon was not yet over.
When Justin Whitlock's cock had gone limp and detumescent, a
soft yet meaty sausage floating inside of her swampy and come-
filled twat, he gently eased it out into the open. She gripped it
hotly, wanting him to get hard again; wanting to be fucked a third
time.
But Justin had satiated his appetites and didn't want to push
a good thing. He had one more ace up his sleeve though, for no
sooner had he removed his cock with a loud and resounding squish,
when he eased her back onto the floor and swiveled around like a
monkey in a cage.
Pam didn't have to be told what to do after that. Justin
straddled her body and immediately plunged his face down between
her legs, wanting to feast on the abundant clots of slippery
viscous semen, which were now oozing out around her gaping cunt
furrow. The taste of his own come turned him more on than off and
he cleaned her puffy cunt lobes with his lashing tongue,
swallowing cream before drilling deeper as if he was searching for
buried treasure within the depths of her seminalized quim.
Pam shuddered, her body caught in a nervous tremor. She was
still glowing, mentally as well as physically, bathed in the
warmth of her after-pleasure. And now Justin's tongue was
certainly doing a job on her, already getting her body aroused all
over again.
But she knew as well that he expected a similar pleasure from
her. She glanced to the left and caught sight of Bix and Holmes,
lying there half-asleep, tongues lolling out. There was a dish of
water in the kitchen and first the Doberman and then the Scottie
got to their feet and trotted off to refresh themselves.
Left alone for the moment, Pam and Justin hardly missed their
thirsty exit. Justin rested on his knees and palms, his body in a
perfect position for sixty-nine. But before he allowed Pam the
pleasure of licking his cock clean and dry, he thrust down,
leaving nothing to her imagination.
She knew what the motion was indicative of, what he wanted
her to do for him. And the last thing in the world she felt was
revulsion or unwillingness. She wanted to explore every part of
his body, to give him as much pleasure as he had succeeded in
giving her. Thus, she didn't hesitate to reach up and grab hold
of his buns, pulling his ass down over her flushed and sweaty
face. He murmured his approval, loving nothing so much as first
coming and then having a chick eat out his ass, rimming him and
turning him on all over again.
And this she did without a second's thought or hesitation.
She pulled his muscular buns down, able to inhale the aroma
of sweat and gamy odor of excrement and the pungent smell of
Holmes' yellowish cream. Dog-come oozed out around his anus and
bum furrow and Pan thrust her tongue out hotly, licking down from
the top edge of his crevice all the way to his puckered brown
asshole.
He muttered with delight and loosened his sphincter muscles,
encouraging her to dig her tongue right inside of his poop-chute.
And once Pam had licked his bum furrow dry of come and sweat, she
didn't wait for Justin to tell her what to do next. She thrust
her tongue forward, holding it taut and as stiffly as she could.
The rim of his asshole trembled as she pushed her tongue
right inside, amazed and turned on by the way short thick wiry
black pubes lined his bum furrow and swirled around his corrugated
anus. And when she had succeeded in pushing the tip of her tongue
into place, she tasted even more of Holmes' cream, dribbling over
her tongue and down along the walls of his butt.
He squeezed his anal muscles around her raspy-edged prober
and as she pushed her tongue deeper inside, curious to feel his
prostate gland, he pulled her legs wider apart and shoved his face
down, wanting to eat out her asshole while she performed the same
analingual service for him.
The pale naked blossom of her bottom-hole yielded its
treasures, the loose folds of perianal flesh opening wide under
the assault of his raspy and stiffly extended tongue. Pam
shivered with pleasure, loving the feel of Justin's tongue sliding
down into her tight dry poop.
He licked the elastic fleshy walls of her clenching rectum,
his body shuddering on top of her. And when she pulled him down
more firmly, he rubbed his half-erect cock right between her tits.
After-come trickled out, lubricating her boobs. His hairy chest
grazed over her belly and they were once again tangled together,
joined to each other with rising heated passion.
Don't let it end, Pam thought to herself: Let him be here for
me every day. Let him learn to love me.
That, however, was something neither of them considered
discussing. And at the moment, they couldn't have spoken either,
their tongues too busy exploring and dipping in and out of each
other's tight and randy bottom holes.
Justin smiled contentedly to himself. Who would have thought
this could all have happened, that a casual walk to the park to
give Holmes his daily run could have resulted in such a searing
display of sexual pyrotechnics, human and bestial couplings he had
never enjoyed except within the precincts of his lurid
imagination.
But it had happened and if he had his way, it would continue
occurring until something or someone came between them and their
wild insatiable sexual appetites.
* * *
Pam knew Justin wasn't in love with her not yet, at any
rate. But she didn't push the issue, finding it pointless and
unnecessary to discuss the nature of their emotional and physical
involvement. Two weeks had passed since she had first seen him in
the park, since they had gone back to his studio apartment
together, there to engage in acts she had never enjoyed half as
much before she had met him. And in the two weeks since that had
taken place, she had seen him nearly every night. If anything,
their sex only seemed to get better, with or without the active
participation of the two dogs, Bix and Holmes. She was learning
things about herself, her body in particular, she had never known
before.
Justin was a skillful teacher, bringing her out of herself,
giving her the self-confidence she had lacked since her first
disastrous love affair, five years before. But if the sex
continued to improve with each passing day, she was still
dissatisfied, sensing that there was something missing, something
she could not bring herself to ever discuss with him.
She still knew little if anything about Justin, the story of
his life a sketchy incomplete drawing, a puzzle with half the
pieces still missing so that the ultimate image was not all there.
He had told her little bits of things, as if to satisfy her
craving for knowledge about the person he had been before they had
met each other.
She knew he worked part-time at an art gallery, that he
occasionally dabbled with paints. But he gave no indication of
knowing what he wanted from his life, or any sense of wanting
something from her other than the complete freedom to use her body
as he saw fit.
And when she had suggested he work with her at the pet shop,
that he might eventually buy into her small but commercially
successful enterprise, he had looked at her with such obvious
disbelief and lack of interest that she had dropped the
discussion, right then and there.
Had the relationship been just a straight sex thing and
nothing else, Pam wouldn't have been half as disturbed about it as
she now felt. But he had said nothing about that, about putting
emotional strictures on their involvement. And, as a result, she
had let her feelings come out, knowing that he recognized the way
she was already committed to him, long before he was ready--if he
would ever be--to make the same kind of commitment to her.
Finally, she could not hold back her feelings any longer.
"What do you want from me ... the truth?" she asked him.
They were just finishing the dinner she had prepared at her
apartment.
Justin pushed his chair away from the table, loosening his
pants and smiling at her with cryptic self-content. He had
enjoyed her dinner and now, the intensity of her query, the very
seriousness and earnest inflection of her statement, stopped him
short.
"I haven't thought about it," he finally admitted. "I just
dig being with you, that's all. Why does anything else have to be
discussed? Are you so hot to have a husband, all of a sudden?
You're twenty-eight and you're doing fine, supporting yourself,
living well on your earnings. So what's the big hassle, all of a
sudden?"
"There's no hassle, Justin," she replied, annoyed at the way
he had successfully dodged her question. "I mean, well ... it's
just that ..." and she stopped short, not even sure of what it was
she had wanted to say to him.
"It's just what?" he asked.
"It's just that I care, and I don't want to be hurt again,
like the last time, that's all. If all you dig about me is the
sex, that's okay too. But I feel something more than that, if you
must know the truth," she replied.
"But I didn't ask for the truth, did I?" countered Justin.
"In fact, I haven't asked for anything but the pleasure of your
company."
"Well, you have that, God knows," she said, laughing
nervously to cover up her deep-rooted anxieties.
"Do I? Really?" and he screwed up his eyes and stared
intently at her, curious to know the extent of her involvement,
how far she would go along with him, how far she would go to
please him.
"Oh course you do. You know that," Pam said quickly.
"If I asked you to fuck a pig, would you do it?"
"A pig!" she exclaimed with disbelief. "What are you talking
about, anyway?"
"You know what I'm talking about. I just asked you a simple
question. I want to know how far you'll go to please me, that's
all. When you'll draw the line and refuse to do what I ask,"
Justin went on. He closed his eyes for a moment, as if he was
trying to picture such a scene in his mind's eye.
"I don't follow you at all," she confessed, having never seen
him like this before.
"There's nothing difficult to follow, Pam. There are things
I want you to try, things you've never done before. Things I've
never done, either. I want to test your loyalties, the extent of
your commitment to me," he said.
"You want to test my commitment!" she yelled, recoiling as if
he had just slapped her across the face. "What more do you want
from me? I've given you everything I have. I'm naked in front of
you and ... and you haven't moved your ass in that direction, not
one inch. You want me to get fucked by a pig? Find one, Justin.
Find me a pig with a cock and I'll let him fuck me, how's that!"
"You're on, kiddo," he said, grinning almost sarcastically at
her. He got up from his chair and stood by the kitchen table, his
thumbs hooked underneath the waistband of his jeans.
He rocked back and forth on the heels of his cowboy boots,
his eyes blazing with inner excitement. Pam just stared back at
him, still not sure how serious he had been, still not certain of
what he needed from her, what he was thinking about at that very
instant.
"I want to teach you things you've never dreamed of before,
things you've never tried out in your life. And maybe, just
maybe, if you go through them with me, we'll end up with something
a lot more important than what we have now," he told her,
believing what he said, not doubting for one minute that the plans
he had long ago made for himself were still viable and meaningful
for his life.
"What things?"
"Getting fucked by a pig, by a horse. Watching me fuck a
sheep, a mare. Letting a woman make love to you, a child, three
other men gang-bang you at the same time. I want you to be so
open to yourself, to your sexual self that is, that when you've
experienced all those kind of things you'll really know what love
is all about."
"You're crazy, do you know that! You're insane!" she yelled.
"Is that ... that kind of depravity your idea of being in love?
What you want me to be is your slave, is that it? Not on your
life, kiddo. Get yourself another goodtime girl. I'm not
interested."
"Oh, but you are. And I know it just as much as you do,
Pam," he replied coolly. "Because right now, right this very
minute, you're as much my slave as I am yours. It's equal kiddo,
remember that. Even if you don't believe it now, or don't want to
believe it, for two weeks you've done nothing but please yourself
as much as you've pleased me. Not once did I force you into
anything, or make you do something, which you didn't like, which
you couldn't stand to do. Isn't that the truth, Pam? Isn't that
the fucking honest to God truth?"
She trembled, her lips pouting as she tried to reply to him.
But no words came out. She was unable to master the situation, to
get the upper hand. Nor did she even want to. She knew he was
right, that because of the very nature of her involvement and
commitment, she was powerless to deny him anything, anything, at
all.
And even as they stood there in the kitchen, facing each
other with silence and unblinking eyes, Justin knew that she would
go along with him, down whatever paths of depravity or bestiality
he so desired to take her upon, no matter what might happen as a
result.
He smiled mysteriously and she flinched at his unwavering and
self-sure grin. He was exerting a kind of hold on her, a magnetic
pull from which she neither had the desire or the strength to
resist. Even as she looked at him, Justin slid his fingers over
to the buckle of his belt.
She stiffened; oddly excited by what she sensed was about to
take place. He pulled the belt off, yanking it through the loops
of his jeans. Pam half-expected him to double it in half and
strike out at her, demonstrating the power and control he could
readily exercise whenever it suited his fancy or a whim of his
ever-changing mood.
But bondage, sadism, even mild punishment with whips and
straps, was not part of Justin Whitlock's sexual repertoire. He
saw the way she flinched in fear and he smiled openly at her, as
if to taunt her with his silence and his threatening airs.
"When I know that you will not hesitate to do anything for me
... or to me, then I will also know the truth of your love," he
whispered. "And when that moment arrives, and I believe it will,
sooner than even you yourself can believe right now, you will have
me as much as I'll have you. But only then, only then ... will I
be there for you for as long as you need me."
She could see how serious he was and yet she also felt that
he was play-acting, reciting lines of dialogue from a play that
was yet to be produced on or off Broadway. Pam didn't know
whether or not she should believe what Justin said to her. But if
she couldn't decide about the validity of his words, not to
mention his unorthodox and strangely disquieting sentiments, she
didn't have to think twice about the way her body was responding
to his sheer physical presence, his sheer sexual and animal
magnetism on her; a force field of urges. She was not being
dramatic, reading into things or even misinterpreting what he had
told her in the past few minutes. She knew he believed in what he
had said, but it was now up to her to believe in his theories--for
want of a better explanation--and accept the ultimatum he had
given her.
If she did not, she knew it would be over.
And that was the last thing she wanted to happen. Because
now, Pam felt that she could no longer live apart from Justin.
Whatever it was he possessed, whatever spell in the name of love
he had cast upon her, was something she was incapable of defending
herself against. The walls she had erected around herself,
defensive barriers to shield out feelings and interpersonal
communication, had now toppled, crumbling like ash at her feet.
So it was that she continued to tremble and stare at him,
calling him her lover, thinking too that he was her teacher,
instructing her in the art and artifice of sex, sex of every shape
and description. She hadn't even stopped to think about that in
the past two weeks, to question his physical needs, his attraction
to all that was bestial and bizarre.
The wilder the act the more aroused he seemed to become. And
she too had begun to respond in much the same fashion, needing the
animalistic variations he dreamed up to vary their sexual diet.
She tried to hold herself steady, to look back at him under a set
of calm and untroubled eyes.
But she couldn't fake her discomfort of her excitement,
anticipating the round of sexual fun and games she sensed were
about to begin, right here in her kitchen. Justin was still
standing by the table. He put his belt down on a kitchen chair
and ever so slowly, enticing her with the languidness of his
physical movements; he slid his hands over to the top of his fly.
He unbuttoned the top snap and then pulled the metal zipper
down with a calculatedly slow and tempered motion of his hand.
Pam blinked and wondered if he was hypnotizing her, his unwavering
stare like the eyes of a cobra, a snake holding her frozen and
unmoving in space and time.
Justin kept his eyes opened wide, trying not to blink.
Hypnotism wasn't what he was doing, but his unwavering and
piercing stare had a kind of trance-like effect on Pam Harper. He
could see how the color had risen in her cheeks, how her
unfettered breasts rose and fell hotly behind the front of her
thin orlon sweater.
His attraction to her was just as heated as Pam's desires for
him. He knew this and it pleased him as much as everything else
that had taken place this evening. The ice had been broken and in
a far more intriguing way than two Sundays past, when they had
first met each other at the park.
He didn't want her to be his sexual slave. No, that wasn't
the term he had in mind. What he desired from her was far more
subtle, a mingling of threads, psychic vibrations, mystical
emotions. Selflessness and complete and total trust colored his
version of love.
And by getting Pam to submit to things, sexual acts in
particular, he sensed she still found appalling or nauseating or
degrading, the truth of her affections and the validity of her
love would finally be made clear to him. When that would happen,
he would believe in her completely and he would give himself up to
her, just as she had given herself to him.
As soon as he had pulled the zipper down, he dropped his
hands to his sides. Pam looked down, her eyes boring behind the
parted fly of his dungarees. She could see a tangle of black
pubic hair but nothing else, nothing but the bulging outline of
his pecker, still concealed within the confines of his tight-
fitting blue jeans.
Psychic, she thought. Telepathy, maybe.
Because she knew then what he wanted from her, at least what
he wanted her to do at that particular moment. Woodenly,
controlled by the passions that seethed just below the surface of
her skin, controlled too by his magnetic and piercing stare, she
found herself moving forward, incapable of conquering her desires.
And at this point, she didn't want to conquer them. She
wanted Justin to satisfy the wild cravings her body was
exhibiting. She wanted him to give her the kind of pleasure that
had been theirs each night they had seen each other for the past
two weeks. He hadn't brought Holmes along with him, the way he
usually did, but Bix was there, lying asleep under the table. The
Scottie ignored them for the moment and Pam glanced down at her
pet and wondered if there still were acts she had not yet
performed with the terrier.
If there were, she knew that Justin would teach them to her.
She was ready for that, too, as ready as she would ever be. So
she stepped towards him, the silence unnerving, but the bulging
outline of his unseen hard-on making her body tremble, causing hot
dribbles of cunt sap to stream down the twitching and itching
walls of her overheated muff.
Insane, she thought to herself; the way he can just control
me like this.
Insane or not, it was still the truth. Justin sensed all
that she was thinking and as soon as she had stepped close enough
to him, he reached out with both hands and pressed his fingers
down over her trembling shoulders. She was forced down to the
floor, forced to kneel in homage before his hard and muscled young
body.
A smile of sexual cunning played across his full leering lips
and no sooner had Pam's knees touched the floor than Justin
released her and she whimpered like a lost child. She threw
herself forward, her hands reaching around his steely thighs. And
as she clung to him, she rubbed her lips over the grossly
distended bulge of his meat, remembering how his cock had always
milked her body of pleasures and ecstasies she had never believed
could be possible.
Now, she could feel the hard length of his pecker tenting up
the front of his jeans. She opened her mouth slightly and rubbed
her parted lips over the pipe-like silhouette of his throbbing
penis. Justin shuddered with pleasure. He looked down at her and
held himself stiffly, not moving a muscle or betraying his own
intense sexual excitement. To have her doing this, kneeling at
his feet, so in awe of his virile potent member that she was
beside herself, mentally as well as physically, delighted him to
no end.
Her attentions fed his ego as well as his libido and as her
lips slid up and down along the trapped length of his cock, her
fingers moved higher, sliding around to cup the twin tightly
muscled cheeks of his boyish ass.
Insane, insane, she kept repeating. Justin made her feel not
only like a woman, but like an older woman. Despite the fact that
he was only a year younger than her, twenty-seven to be exact,
their relationship seemed colored by an inequality that made her
see herself as the older woman trying to hold onto her studly
young lover. He had never sought to seduce her, not since that
first afternoon together.
If anything, she was the one who was more active in bed, just
as she was being more active now, kneeling in front of his
unmoving body, already squeezing his dimpled buns and rubbing her
lips and tongue over the outline of his pecker. But even though
she knew all this to be true, his air of egotistic calm and
passivity only served to inflame her passions all the more, as if
she was seducing and conquering him, winning him over until he was
ready to attack her, a sleepy lion suddenly springing to life with
savage and bestial power.
Knowing all this gave her more confidence, confidence that a
few minutes before had been badly needed. She had almost felt as
if she had lost him, as if he had somehow succeeded in escaping
her and slipping through her fingers. But now she knew exactly
how to hold him there before her, to keep him as much her prisoner
as she felt herself to be.
She moved her hands around and grabbed hold of the gaping
sides of his unzipped fly. Justin sucked in his breath, held
himself even more rigid and unmoving and watched her as she seemed
to frantically tear open his jeans, tugging his dungarees down off
of his waist and hips.
His cock was caught inside, but when she pulled his faded
blue jeans down to his knees, his meaty weapon sprang out at her.
In a flash she was upon it, trying to impale her mouth over the
entire nine burning inches of his swollen dart. A low-pitched
moan escaped his lips the instant Pam pressed her own hot and
puffy lips over the head of his cock, tasting the pre-come which
drooled out of his pisshole.
"Suck it, all of it," he hissed, thrusting his hips forward
and stabbing more than four inches of bulky bloated meat into her
mouth.
She was learning how to handle it, how to control her gag
reflex, how not to choke as she sucked him off. And so she had
less trouble than she had had in the past, coping with the burly
dimensions of his massive dick.
She thrust her face over more and more of his tool, savoring
the slick strength of his rod, feeling it being stuffed deeper and
deeper into her mouth until his glans bent her tonsils back and
actually slid through her mouth and down into the back of her
throat. And still she managed to hold onto it, her nostrils
flaring wide as she breathed through her nose.
She pushed forward even more; not content until it was buried
between her lips as deeply as he buried it between her legs. When
her mouth nuzzled his sweaty thicket of black pubic hair, she
stopped and used her tongue, sliding it back and forth along the
hidden length of his cock-shaft. She could feel the braided blue
veins, the ridge of muscle along the underside of his slick smooth
pole.
Her fingers cupped his balls and fondled them, tickling his
nuts as she used her tongue to stimulate and arouse him. Justin
was groaning with pleasure, rocking back and forth, gently sliding
his pecker in and out of her mouth. He never removed it more than
halfway, loving the hot wetness of her lips and tongue, the way
she had learned how to suck him off with such skill and expertise
that it was almost as good as fucking her cunt.
"Rub your finger over my asshole," he whispered, remembering
too how just a few days before he had made her cut her fingernails
with just this particular purpose in mind.
Pam hurried to obey him, not so much afraid of refusing him
anything, but wanting to show the pleasure he gave her, the way it
delighted her to turn him on. Even then, even as she slid her
extended middle finger down underneath his pendulous scrotal sac,
she could feel how hot washes of cunt juice were seeping out
around her muff, soaking through the front of her panties.
She wanted to ram his cock between her legs, but first she
did what he had said, knowing from past experience that he never
denied her the pleasure of his body, never teasing her and then
refusing to finish what he had begun.
She pushed her finger down between his muscular buttocks,
rubbing it along his sweaty bum furrow until she was able to feel
the palpitating rim of his puckered asshole. Justin sighed with
pleasure as she tickled his fundament, her finger gently pushing
forward even as he moved his feet aside and relaxed his sphincter
muscles.
She had little difficulty penetrating his bottom-hole, gently
yet insistently easing her middle finger right inside of his hot
dry ass. She thrust it slowly into place, not stopping until she
was able to feel what was by now the familiar swelling of his
prostate gland. And the more she massaged it with her fingertip,
the more she worked on his cock, the more aroused and excited
Justin Whitlock became.
He knew then what he wanted to do to her, having consciously
avoided attempting it since they had been together. They had done
just about everything else but that and he hadn't even asked her
about it, holding back until he himself was ready to go through
with it.
By having denied himself the searing and singular pleasure of
corn-holing her, of fucking Pam Harper up the ass, he had
fantasized about it when they were not in each other's company.
It seemed to him now to be the most perfect, the most apt way to
start this second stage of their relationship.
And so he allowed her to work him up to a state of wild
ecstasy, unwittingly preparing him for the act that was soon to
follow. Surprise as a part of the sexual act had always served to
arouse him and he didn't doubt for one minute that Pam's surprise
would be anything but heated, to put it mildly.
He saw himself taking her, suddenly, brutally, indifferent to
her feelings. But he also saw the end result, the pleasure not
only he would derive, but Pam herself would experience. Because
he was so sure of this, Justin began to grow as impatient as he
was turned on.
A few minutes later, fearing that her skillful bout of
fellatio and prostatic massage would cause him to lose his usually
well-tuned self control, he pressed his hands back against her
shoulders and eased her gently yet forcefully away from him.
Pam hoped she hadn't done anything wrong. She felt him
pushing her back and she reluctantly relinquished her oral grip,
first easing her pistoning finger from out of the confinement of
his tight burning ass and then sliding away from his cock until
her front teeth were gently and pleasurably nibbling along the
slick smooth skin stretched over his plum-shaped glans.
That too she finally let go of. She lifted her flushed and
reddened face as his cock plopped loudly from out of her mouth.
It jerked up in the air, brimming over with strength, potency and
drooling pre-seminal fluid, pearly liquid that capped his meatus
and trickled down along his jerking bobbing cock-shaft.
"Stand up," he said and she rose shakily and breathlessly to
her feet. He reached out and yanked down the zipper to her skirt.
Pam submitted without so much as making a single sound. She
shuddered at this display of sudden violence, but his impatience
to unclothe her seemed to indicate how wildly aroused she had
succeeded in making him feel.
He bent forward, refusing to say anything else, knowing how
his silence was far more arousing for her than if he explained
what he was now doing. He pulled her skirt down, lifted one foot
and then the other, forcing her to step out of it.
She continued to shake, frightened and excited by his odd
performance. Justin was panting now and he could see how wet and
swampy her cunt had become as a result of sucking him off. The
front of her skimpy bikini briefs was literally sopping wet, the
nylon transparent and sticking to her wet tangled pubic bush.
But at this moment he wasn't interested in once again re-
acquainting himself with the pleasures of her pussy. He reached
for the waistband of her undies, grabbed it between his thumb and
index finger, and ripped her panties down so that the nylon
actually shredded as he tore her briefs right off of her body.
She gasped, but still submitted to his increasingly wild and
lusty behavior. Her body trembled and she stood there in the
kitchen, bathed in the harsh and uncompromising glow of the
fluorescent light above her head.
She was now naked from the waist down. "Close your eyes.
And don't move. Don't say anything until I tell you to," he
whispered hotly. The strange unorthodox nature of his specific
commands startled her, but she found herself going along with him
as she closed her eyes and held her breath, stiffening with a
mixture of fear and anticipation.
Pam had no idea of what he planned. But if she knew Justin
the way she thought she did, she was certain that pleasure--hers
as well as his--would be a definite component of his unexplained
behavior.
No sooner had she shut her eyes, than Justin pulled his jeans
all the way down, managing to remove them without having to bother
to take off his boots. All Pam wore now were her shoes and orlon
sweater and he made no attempt to pull the sweater over her head,
preferring her half-clothed body, at least for this one particular
episode.
But he preferred to be completely naked, save for his cowboy
boots. He unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it off of his burly torso
and threw it over the back of the nearest kitchen chair. Naked
now, he was finally ready to consummate what he had long imagined
in his feverish and rotting brain.
As for Pamela Harper, she had played right into his hands.
She didn't even peek as Justin Whitlock smiled lustily to himself,
contemplating her half-naked and seductive body. He reached out
and grabbed hold of the butter dish that had been left on the
table.
The stick of soft yellow butter shone dully and Justin no
longer hesitated, not in the least.
Chapter 6
Everything seemed so perfect, at least in Justin's eyes, that
he found it almost hard to believe this was all taking place. He
had finally met a chick ... no, he thought then, a woman ... to
whom he could be his complete and totally uninhibited self. He
wanted her to become as completely open to sex as he was and he
knew she had certainly done little if anything in the past two
weeks to make him feel any sense of disappointment or displeasure.
Now, he was certain that she would submit to his needs with
the same brand of willingness she had demonstrated so faithfully
in the past. Accordingly, he grabbed the stick of butter, lifted
it up off of the dish and moved towards her. Her body trembled
and a soft ruddy blush had begun to suffuse her skin.
Pam strained to hear him, wondering what he was doing, what
he was preparing to enact, using her as a silent and unmoving
partner. When she felt him spinning her around, she gasped. She
was pushed up against the side of the kitchen table and he shoved
most of the dishes out of the way, suddenly pushing her chest down
against the top of the table.
"Don't say anything!" he hissed as he felt her muscles
tightening in fear. He moved behind her, pulled her trembling
white buns apart with one powerful and determined hand, and then
proceeded to shove the stick of soft melting butter right up
against her pink and puckered fundament.
"Oh God no, no don't!" she moaned the instant she felt the
greasy butter being rubbed into her asshole, completely
lubricating her bum furrow and the folds and creases which marked
her tight little anus.
"Don't what?" he snickered, actually succeeding in shoving
half of the stick of butter right up her ass. The idea, the very
notion of buttering her poop and then slamming his cock into
place, delighted him to no end. He saw his pecker as an ear of
corn; soon to be buttered as it slid back and forth inside the
tight lubricated depths of her rectum.
Pam tried to pull back, her arms sweeping over the table.
She banged her fists in anguish, but before she could even attempt
to pull free and straighten up, Justin was already in position to
consummate yet another of his searing erotic fantasies, a reverie
he fully intended to transmute into the stuff of reality and
brutal savage actuality.
He rubbed what was left of the greasy butter all along the
hard pulsating length of his mule-cock. "Hold steady, baby," he
warned her, letting go of his dick to use both of his hands. He
pulled her shuddering buns as far apart as he could, stretching
the tightly contracted perianal flesh that surrounded her sunken
and pitted pink asshole.
"Oh please, please don't do this to me, Justin," she
whimpered, knowing that she could not pull free or escape his
steely and determined clutches. His violent display, his sexual
insatiability, were things she could not cope with and even as she
felt him pulling her buns apart, she knew that she would have to
submit, that this was indeed just the beginning, just the start of
the new rules he had explained would now be taking effect in their
relationship.
"Bix has done it, so why not me?" Justin asked. "If it's
good enough for a fucking dog, isn't it good enough for your
lover?"
She had no answer to that, but she still held her sphincter
muscles as tightly as she could, fearing the pain his anal assault
would result in, the tearing burning agony of being forced to
submit to his sodomizing wrath.
Justin ignored her sobbing whimpers. If anything, her fear,
the way she looked upon this as a rape, only served to turn him on
all the more. She had inflamed him through fellatio, and now he
fully intended to stoke the fires of his lust by a savage bout of
buggery.
Accordingly, he now let go of one of her shuddering buttocks,
his fingers curling around the middle of his steely cock-shaft.
He pulled his pecker down until the rounded bulbous glans, still
leaking pre-come at a fast and furious rate, was perfectly aligned
with the tight rosy aperture that was her bottom-hole.
He pushed his thighs up against the backs of her legs,
pinning her down against the top of the kitchen table. And then
he thrust forward with maddened and wild-eyed excitement. The
head of his battering ram made contact with her tight rosy anus
and Pam screamed out in horror as she felt the insistent pressure
of his penis.
But Justin was not about to stop. Her display of terror
added to his excitement and he clapped one hand over her mouth,
stifling her cries of protestation, not wanting any of her
neighbors to hear her moaning as she struggled to break free of
his sodomizing grasp.
"Relax, bitch. You love me, don't you? Well, love this,
sugar," he sneered, thrusting down a second time even as he
pressed his palm over her mouth and kept her buns apart with his
other hand.
The muscular pressure, his weight seemingly centered all
along the bottom half of his torso and the column of throbbing
quivering man-flesh all combined to aid him in his quest. Pam was
groaning behind his hand, incensed too that Bix had done nothing
to come to her defense.
The terrier hadn't even barked, but that was no doubt due to
the fact that the Scottie was quite accustomed to Justin's
presence, having never been shown this violent side of the man.
He saw Justin as a friend and so even as Whitlock tried to shove
his cock up Pam's ass, the terrier trotted out from under the
table, wagging his tail and looking up at them with canine
curiosity.
Justin hadn't even thought about the dog. Now, seeing Bix
out of the corner of his eye, he was glad that the Scottie wasn't
fucking up his plans. He would come in handy too, Justin decided,
once he managed to stow the entire length of his rod right up her
poop.
Pam kept shaking. She tried to keep her asshole as tightly
clenched as possible. But all of her efforts to maintain its
inviolability were in vain. Justin, much stronger than her, was
emboldened by his excitement. He was not about to take no for an
answer, to fail where he had always succeeded with Pam in the
past.
And, as a result of this determination, he was able to feel
the way the head of his cock was pushing her perianal folds apart,
digging deeper and slowly but surely making headway. She too felt
the way her anal aperture was being wrenched wide and she gasped,
her sphincter muscles loosening for an instant.
But the sudden cessation of constricting pressure enabled
Justin to shove forward until the head of his cock was completely
buried inside of her ass. It rubbed along her buttered rectal
walls and she sobbed, her body racked with fear. "Relax," he said
again, calming down a little bit now that he felt the worst was
over, now that he had begun to make contact.
She shuddered against him and he eased his dick forward, more
gentle now, taking his time. He looked down and finally let go of
her mouth. She was still whimpering, but she didn't scream out
any longer. Justin pulled both of her buns wider apart as he
watched the way her previously tight little slit of an anus had
now spread grotesquely wide, distended by the invading bulk of his
rigid boner.
He thrust down against her, easing one hard hot inch of meat
after another into place. His shaft rubbed against her quivering
rectal walls and the more he thrust forward, the calmer Pam
became. She was responding, despite her initial fears to the
contrary. Her ass felt blocked and stuffed, but the pain was
diminishing the deeper he stroked.
And when she shoved her buns back, wanting still more of his
hard manly weapon, Justin licked the back of her neck and smiled
to himself, knowing that from then on in everything was going to
work out fine, absolutely perfect.
He pushed down until his pubes scratched her bum furrow, the
entire length of his penis hidden from sight, stowed within the
tight buttered depths of her quivering rectal canal. Pam groaned
more hotly, able to feel the way her cunt was also distended by
the pressure of Justin's dick sliding into her rectum.
More juice sluiced down her overheated vaginal walls and she
wiggled her buns, riding his pole of steely man-flesh. Justin was
getting wildly turned on. Just as he had suspected, Pam's ass was
even tighter and far more gripping than her virginal twat.
Fucking her pussy was one thing, and a pleasurable and highly
satisfying thing at that. But corn-holing her was something else
altogether.
One was neither better nor worse than the other. They were
merely different sides of the same erotic coin and he eased his
meat halfway out and then thrust forward again, frictioning and
scraping his boner against her rectal passageway.
"Relax, keep your muscles loose and it won't hurt at all," he
told her. His balls flicked against the drooping bottom edge of
her muff, adding to their rapidly mounting pleasure. "I told you
you'd get off on it. This is all part of trusting me, baby."
She was too aroused to reply, concentrating upon the pleasure
which was building up inside of her ass and pussy. He quickened
the tempo of his back and forth strokes, thrusting his dick in and
out of her ass as she began to clench and unclench her sphincter
muscles in response.
The rhythm of their dual movements made him howl like an
alley cat. He was so turned on that he couldn't hold back and he
rammed into her ass with all of his strength. She groaned, but it
was not a sound of physical pain. If anything, the harder he
stroked, the more vigorously and wildly he pounded his joystick in
and out of her burning poop, the more turned on and hot Pam fast
became.
He plowed into her tight little heinie, kept himself
completely horsed and ensheathed, right up to his swatting fist-
like balls, and then proceeded to pull her back from the table.
Careful not to hurt her, for he knew pain could result if he moved
too quickly, Justin maneuvered his body and Pam's down to the
floor.
Soon she was squatting on all fours and he was kneeling right
behind her, holding onto her waist and not her jugs and pounding
in and out with renewed excitement. But now, they were in such a
position that Bix could finally get into the act.
There could be no doubt that the terrier knew what was taking
place. The sights and sounds and aromas that filled the kitchen
were all sexual in content and Bix crawled down between Pam's
outstretched arms. She had her palms flat on the tile floor and
she leaned forward, making room for her dog, delighted then that
Bix was going to add to her rapidly mounting sexual pleasure.
"Tell me ... everything," groaned Justin, able to see where
Bix was headed, tail wagging and tongue extended.
At that moment, even as he doubled the tempo of his battering
cock-strokes, loving the way she was getting so accustomed to
corn-holing that she worked her buns hotly around his pole, Bix
was just beginning to use his tongue with wild canine expertise.
Pam cried out with delight the instant she felt the Scottie's
raspy file-like tongue sliding over her juicy quim. Hot sap
streamed down between her cunt lobes and Bix licked her moist
overheated mons, his cold wet button of a nose tickling her cunt
furrow as he tried to push his tongue even deeper inside.
To aid him in that, Justin slid one hand around until his
fingers made contact with the top edge of Pam Harper's gaping cunt
split. He pushed her cunt lips wider apart, letting go only when
he could feel Bix's tongue digging right inside of her dilated
split.
"Yes, more, harder. Oh do it, fuck me, pound it in, give it
to me," she wailed, the combination of sensations, the bestial
tongue sliding around her clit and vulva and Justin's bestial
mule-cock ramming in and out of her tight burning asshole, all
served to arouse her to a fever pitch of imminent release.
Her cunt walls fluttered again and again and Justin ground
his hips against her buttocks. He held onto her waist and thrust
with maddened delight, knowing that at this rate he wasn't going
to be able to maintain his usual tempered control for too much
longer.
"I'll come ... make me come. It's so big, so fucking thick.
You're an animal, a fucking bear!" she groaned. He pulled her
sweater up to her neck, leaning forward so that he could rub his
hairy chest over her back. His fingers pulled at her tits;
squeezing them and tweaking each ruddy turgid nipple.
Every part of her body was on fire and she felt her climax
rearing up inside of her, ready to take flight, to explode with
passion and unbelievable delight. Justin's nuts kept tickling her
cunt lips and Bix continued to lick and sponge down her muff with
his hard rough-edged tongue.
It was then that Justin saw another searing erotic image
flashing across his mind. His imagination took wing, fed by the
rare pleasures of Pam Harper's hot young body and her hot tight
ass, in particular. He hadn't even thought of this, but now he
was determined to see the new idea through, to make it happen just
as he had made her accept his hard bristling pecker.
So he stopped short and gasped for breath. "Don't ... don't
come yet. Wait," he stammered, his hard muscular chest rising and
falling as he tried to calm down and not shoot his load
prematurely.
It was all she could do to hold her own orgasm back. And
when he urged her to push Bix away from her cunt, she was more
than just reluctant to do so. Nevertheless, she followed his
orders, knowing that he was not doing this merely to prevent her
from enjoying herself.
"Now just move with me," he told her then. Ever so
carefully, still keeping his pecker completely buried inside of
her shuddering clutching poop-chute, Justin eased his legs out
from under him, first one and then the other.
He stretched them out as Pam kept kneeling on all fours.
When he managed to slide his legs out, he was thus able to lie
back on the kitchen floor. "Now stretch your legs out and lean
back against me," he said, gasping loudly. He pushed forward,
making sure that his cock didn't slip out of the delicious
confinement of her tight little bottom.
Pam grunted and with some difficulty finally managed to
change positions without losing his hard jutting cock. She was
soon enough leaning back against him. Justin pulled her sweater
down, hoped the positioning wouldn't prove to be a hindrance, and
stretched his arms back behind him, palms flat on the floor to
support his weight.
He lifted himself up, bending his knees and rocking back and
forth with his cock completely buried inside of her ass. Her back
was against his chest and she bent her own legs, spreading them
wide and suddenly realizing why they had gone through all of this
complicated repositioning.
Because now, she didn't even need him to tell her what to do
next. Her meaty cunt was thrust out and she called Bix over to
her so that she was soon enough able to pull his black-haired body
right up against her chest. The sweater prevented his nails from
digging into her tit-flesh.
She hadn't even considered the fact that Bix's bony doodle
wouldn't be hard and glistening, exposed and sticking out from its
protective hairy sheath. It was in exactly that rigid erect state
and no sooner had she urged him to throw his front paws up against
her chest when Bix jerked forward, blindly attempting to ram his
bony article right between the twin gaping lips of her shuddering
cooze.
Justin grinned broadly; doubly delighted that they had not
only succeeded in moving into this new position, but that Pam had
known what had motivated him to do so. He hadn't even had to tell
her to call Bix over. And that delighted him to no end,
demonstrating that she was becoming more sympathetic to his vibes,
to his every thought patterns and erotic yearnings.
At that moment Bix succeeded, thanks to the kind attentions
of his excited and horny owner. Pam grabbed the dog's bony penis
with one hand, pulled Bix down with the other and didn't stop
maneuvering him until she felt the pointy head of his wet hot dick
rubbing right between her puffy vaginal lips.
And then she let out a low-pitched groan of delight as Bix
managed to stuff the entire length of his short though stimulating
penis right into place. It scraped delightfully against her
inflamed and burning clit and it was then that Justin too began to
use his cock with renewed vigor and determination.
He leaned over, able to see exactly what Bix was doing. The
sight of the dog's glistening red cock sliding and humping in and
out of Pam's muff inflamed his senses and he thrust upwards, even
as she alternately ground her ass down over his meat, her cunt
muscles shuddering too as they sought to clutch and nip at Bix's
bony doodle.
Pam gave in to her delight then, so turned on, so filled with
excitement, that she let her climax overwhelm her less than a
minute after Bix had rammed the entire hard length of his spike-
like pecker into her muff.
Her wild lusty scream of ecstasy aroused Justin to a fever
pitch. He pounded in and out, scraping his huge throbbing boner
deep within the buttered recesses of her clutching churning ass.
"Do it, baby. Shoot it, come, come," he begged, holding onto her
even as he corn-holed her ass and watched Bix pumping his dog-meat
in and out of her cunt.
Justin could just about feel the invading presence of the
terrier's prick, sliding along the other side of the septum that
divided Pam's pussy from her ass. It intensified his own sense of
pleasure and he worked still harder, wanting to let loose and
flood her ass with hot molten jism, thick curds of come to soothe
the raw and ravished flesh of her bottom.
As for Pam, she was riding the crest of her climax,
overwhelmed by the intensity of her release. Bix's cock was
moving at a breakneck rate, pistoning so quickly that Pam could
barely see the way the entire length of the dog's boner was
hammering in and out of her tight juicy muff.
Hot floods of sap streamed down, oozing out of her cooze and
then down past the bottom edge of her pussy to further lubricate
her already sweaty and buttered bum furrow. Justin could feel the
warm oily liquid and he pulled her up and down against his meat,
his cock squishing impatiently, the folds of penanal flesh
surrounding her anus adhering tightly to the sides of his steely
member.
"Yes, keep going, don't stop coming," he told her then,
panting as he felt himself about to lose control. He kept his
hands around her waist and kept pulling her down, forcing her to
twist left and right so that his cock seemed to corkscrew in and
out of her burning ass.
The pressure of his hard-on and the way Bix was ramming his
own pointy stiff dick in and out of her pussy, made Pam continue
to shudder, one climax melting imperceptibly into another so that
all she could do was moan and shake on the floor, completely out
of control.
And then it was Justin's turn, time for him to give in to his
own searing brand of erotic release and sexual fulfillment. He
rubbed his chest over her back, wrapped his hands around her waist
and let loose, no longer interested in holding back. He pumped
vigorously and determinedly, pulling her down against him so that
she was soon enough lying right on top of his hot naked body. Pam
squirmed and thrashed about, feeling the driving power of Justin's
meaty dick as it tunneled and scraped in and out of her shuddering
poop.
She would never have believed this possible, the intensity of
pleasure she was now experiencing, the way more and more cunt
juice flooded her quim, the way her orgasms seemed to merge one
after another into an incoherent burning peak of erotic
fulfillment.
"Please, oh please ... yes, come, come with me," she begged,
barely able to speak straight as she held Bix in place, savoring
the swift penetrating jabs of the Scottie's bony tool.
Even Bix was getting close to the point of ejaculation. He
yapped and whimpered the way he did when he slept, pounding his
dick deep inside of his master's pussy. The way his cock rubbed
over her clit made Pam go berserk and she kept twisting herself on
top of Justin's body, feeling the way his skin was touching her
flesh, the two of them so completely and totally at one with each
other that she wanted it to go on like this forever.
But forever is a long word and Justin couldn't hold back any
longer. With a feverish bellow of delight he let loose. His
balls seemed to tighten, drawn up high within his dangling scrotal
sac. And then, with a supreme physical effort, he hurled himself
up against Pam, plowing his cock as deeply inside of her heinie as
he possibly could.
Her screams of excitement mingled with Bix's wild yapping and
Justin Whitlock's frenzied low-pitched groans. Hot spurts of come
began to jettison out of the swollen and deeply buried head of his
pecker, splashing thickly into Pam's stuffed and well-filled ass.
She could feel the increase in lubricity, the way his boner was
shuddering convulsively.
"Yes, shit, feel it, feel the load. Oh shit, so much come,
all this fucking come," he panted, babbling incoherently as he was
caught up in the throes of his own tumultuous and searing release.
They rolled from side to side a moment later, more come still
pouring out of the head of Justin's cock, Bix finally joined them
in the pleasure of their lusty release.
The dog seemed to stiffen and he howled almost eerily,
jerking his wet bony pecker all the way into place. Pam held him
down and closed her eyes as the first swift gushes of dog-come
poured into her feverish and overheated cooze.
The combination of Bix coming and Justin still shooting his
powerful and abundant seed deep within the recesses of her cunt
and asshole, served to trigger another series of multiorgasmic
tremors. Her skin was ruddy, glowing with color and breathlessly
she tried to keep Bix on top of her, not wanting to either
relinquish the spearing pleasure of the dog's tool or Justin's
hard meaty mallet, filling her ass to the breaking point.
But he could only give her so much. Even as Bix continued to
come, Justin sank down on the floor, bathed in the sweat of his
delightful exertions. It had been better than he had even dared
to imagine the intensity and depth of his orgasm something that
still filled him with a sense of awe and wonder.
A minute or two later Bix slid back and sat up on the kitchen
floor, yellow dog-come dribbling out of the spikey tip of his bony
pecker, More yellow jism matted Pam's tawny pubic bush and she
closed her eyes and lay flat on top of Justin, feeling too how his
pecker was slowly but surely losing its stiffness and steely
rigidity.
He hadn't lied, she knew then. She had been forced to go
along with him, at least in the beginning. But now she was glad
that she had, that she hadn't put up that much of a fight so as to
discourage him completely.
If anything, the way Justin had overpowered her, using mental
as well as physical force and violence, now seemed pleasing,
especially in retrospect. The element of human and canine rape
and forced sodomizing sex had only turned Pam on all the more. As
she lay there, she wondered what would happen next, what stage
their relationship would move into, taking on another set of
values and concepts, strangely perverse, bestial to the extreme,
yet unquestionably exciting and erotically rewarding.
She might be wondering what was going to happen. But even
then, Justin Whitlock had it all worked out, down to the smallest
detail.
Chapter 7
In the back seat of the rented car, Bix and Holmes had their
front paws up against the edge of the car door. The side windows
had been lowered and the Scottish terrier and his companion,
Holmes the liver-hued Doberman pinscher, kept their muzzles
forward, watching the cars that passed them on the road, moving in
the opposite direction from the one Justin was taking.
In the front seat, Pam lit another cigarette and crossed her
legs, displaying her inner state of nervousness and anxiety.
Justin had told her little about the weekend's outing, only
getting her to make the necessary preparations so that the young
man who helped out on the weekends could be trusted to run the
shop properly that Saturday, as well as to close it up for Sunday.
"Where are we going again?" she asked him, casting Justin a
petulant and almost exasperated grin.
"Sidonville my darling. To the sleepy yet lusty little
hamlet of Sidonville, U.S.A., located in the very heartland of
historic and scenic New England, precious," grinned back Justin.
He slid one hand down off the wheel, reached across the front seat
and patted her gently on top of her nearest leg. "Now don't get
uptight, so early on in the day. After all, it's not even noon.
And what are surprises for, anyway, if you know what they're going
to turn out to be before they even have a chance to happen."
"Well," she began, unable to come up with the right words.
"It's just that ..."
"It's just what?"
"It's just so mysterious, that's all. I mean, we're taking
this trip, we've been on the road since nine o'clock this morning,
and I still haven't the foggiest idea about what's going on, or
where we're supposed to end up."
"We're supposed to end up at Sidonville. Or, to be perfectly
exact about it, at a small farm ... for want of a better word ...
five or so miles from the town proper," Justin announced.
At the mention of the word farm, Pam sank down against the
front seat, not sure if she should be sad or happy, nervous or
animated and filled with positive expectations. She recalled then
what he had said to her the night they had discussed their
relationship, the night which had culminated in a bout of searing
anal and animal sex. She cringed slightly, almost as if she could
still feel his powerfully thick virile member surging in and out
of her stretched and burning asshole.
But the pleasure had been just as intense as he had promised.
Now, she wondered why she felt such a strange morbid sense of
apprehension and discomfort, ill at ease about the prospect of
visiting a farm with Justin Whitlock.
"Whose farm is it?" she asked him then.
"Well, I can see that surprises are useless, so I might as
well get down to basics and tell you," he decided after a moment's
pause for silent introspection. "It's actually a big old New
England colonial house where my friend lives. He keeps a lot of
animals around, though not for any great commercial or business
reasons. I mean, he doesn't support himself running a farm,
milking cows or raising chickens."
"Then how does he ... support himself, I mean?" she asked,
growing more curious and thus more interested in what he was
finally revealing.
"He's one of those fortunate people who don't have to do any
work at all, to tell you the truth. He lives off his investments,
or his daddy's investments, to be more exact about it. He was
left enough to live quite decently without having to hassle
himself about a nine-to-five job."
"Which you approve of, wholeheartedly, I take it," she added.
He looked at her, not sure if she was annoyed or not. "Shit,
yes. I mean, why not, kiddo? Lloyd paints a little, like me.
And he's an amateur photographer. And he grows vegetables and
raises animals. He's perfectly content."
"But unmarried."
"Yes, as a matter of fact," Justin replied. "Is there
anything the matter with being a bachelor? I thought you were the
kind of woman who relished her independence, not having to suffer
the slings and arrows of male chauvinist pigs."
"And so your unmarried bachelor friend with enough money up
his ass to live the life of Riley, just happens to invite us up to
his farm for the weekend. How convenient," and she pouted,
folding her hands across her chest.
At that instant, Justin swerved the car violently to the
right, the wheels spinning over the gravel shoulder. He pulled on
the brake as Pam was thrown forward; just able to grab hold of the
dashboard before her head struck the windshield. Bix had toppled
off the front seat, but now he scooted back into the seat, none
the worse for wear.
"What was that all about, may I ask!" Pam snapped.
"Listen kiddo," he said, trying to control his temper.
"Let's get one thing straight, right here and now. Either you go
along with me and stop acting like some fucking spoiled brat, or
else I'll just turn the car around and head back to the city and
we can call it quits from now on in. The choice is yours. I told
you last week what I expected from you. You went along with me.
That's what commitment is all about, kiddo. Not acting the way
you've been doing, sticking your nose in the air and pretending to
be something that you're not."
"Such as what?"
"Such as a ball-busting cunt, for starters," Justin barked.
"I said I wanted you to fuck a pig, baby. Well, Lloyd has just
the right porker we've been looking for. And he has a couple of
sheep, some goats, a nice tight-assed little mare, the whole
works. Any more questions? Or are you still not interested? Yes
or no?"
She had never really expected him to attempt to make good
what he had told her that night at her apartment. She had never
dreamed he would go this far, actually taking her to a farm to
consummate some of his perversely bestial schemes, his erotic
fantasies. But now, Pam knew that he wasn't bullshitting, that
the moment had finally reached the proportions and colors of
black-and-white reality. And it was now up to her to either
accept his ultimatums or else refuse to go along with them.
If she chose the latter tack, she knew that their
relationship would be over, right then and there. And now, as she
looked over at him as he sat with his hands on the wheel and his
face bristling with ill-concealed annoyance, the last thing in the
world she wanted was for Justin Whitlock to disappear from her
life.
To return to an existence of loneliness was something she
could no longer even bear to think about, let alone handle.
"Okay," she whispered. "You win. Whatever you say, Justin,
whatever you say."
He started up the car in silence and didn't say a single word
to her until she could see the white clapboard farmhouse filling
her field of vision. They had arrived and now, she was about to
embark on a journey she had never even contemplated before, a
journey into a world that was one of complete and total sexual
abandon, a world where everything was possible and everything
could happen. And what made it all the more difficult for her to
deal with, was the fact that she didn't for one minute doubt what
the outcome would be, how Justin would emerge victoriously,
getting her to perform according to the vagaries of his every
sexual and erotic whim.
No sooner had Justin pulled up in front of the farmhouse,
than he rubbed his hands together and turned to glance over at Pam
Harper. She was staring straight ahead, her eyes having taken on
a kind of lost and glassy look. He watched her for a moment and
then let himself out of the car.
The air was thick with the smells of verdure, lush vegetation
and clean mountain air. But even more than that, Justin could
smell the characteristically animal aromas, which wafted through
the air. It was a scent he had always relished, a heavy earthy
smell, manure and sweaty livestock, all mingling into an elusive
perfume which began to immediately arouse his senses and heighten
his sexual plans and expectations about the weekend's singularly
uninhibited activities.
Pam followed him out of the car, a little surprised that
Lloyd hadn't come out of the house to greet them. She let the
dogs out and they scampered off, running around to the back of the
house. Leaving Bix and Holmes to their own inquisitive canine
devices, she moved towards Justin.
He was seemingly lost in thought, but the minute she reached
out and put her hand on his shoulder, he jerked to attention and
looked down at her with a broad and toothy grin, a smile that was
at once comforting yet disarming.
"Methinks friend Lloyd is up to some tricks of his own,"
Justin said with a sly little wink.
He took hold of her hand and having been to the farm before,
he had no trouble leading Pam around the back of the silent house
to where he remembered Lloyd kept his livestock.
Sure enough, a ramshackle but still upright wooden structure
behind the house proved to be the barn where the animals were
paddocked when they weren't out grazing in the fields which
stretched out around them.
And, even more than that, Justin could feel the tension in
the air, the silence broken by the rustle of leaves in the trees,
by the droning buzz of insects and honeybees. No birds broke the
quietude with a restless chirping call. But if he failed to hear
birds singing, he didn't fail to hear something snorting and
whinnying with loud and almost painful insistence.
Pam heard the sounds too. They emanated from the barn and
Justin led her right in their direction. They grew louder,
painful neighs and whinnies, a cacophony of snorting thunderous
cries and stomping hooves. "What's going on in there?" she
whispered, a little frightened as she held onto his hand,
clutching at his arm while they stood by the sliding door which
led into the old wooden barn.
"Want to take a peek?" he said, winking at her once again.
He knew exactly what was going on inside of the barn, having
enjoyed the act the last time he had spent a weekend at the farm.
But he didn't intend to tell Pam, wanting to surprise her, curious
to see how aroused she would become. And not only by what his
lusty and sexually insatiable friend was doing, but also by the
fact of Lloyd's singularly amazing generative parts.
"A disease, the result of some childish malaise, fever of the
brain," he had once said jokingly to Justin.
But it was no disease which had given Lloyd his exceptionally
vigorous equipment, equipment which Justin knew Pam would not
believe real, even when she saw it with her own two eyes. The
stomping of hooves echoed in the air and he pulled the barn door
open and stuck his head inside, motioning Pam to silence. Then,
tiptoeing forward, he led her into the musty wooden structure,
trying not to betray his presence as dry straw cracked and rustled
beneath their feet.
"Shh," he whispered, pointing to the far end of the barn
where a wooden stall obscured the frenzy of activity taking place
within its narrow confines. "Don't say a word."
Pam still had no idea of what was happening. But she trusted
Justin to the letter and followed him, trying to be as silent as
she could. Once they reached the paddock, the sound of hoofbeats
and snorting equine whinnies was louder than ever. She looked
down, able to see the inside of the stall, visible between the
space of two warped and weathered boards.
And when she saw not only four equine hoofs, but a pair of
booted human feet, she knew what was happening even before Justin
hoisted her up so that she could peer over the top edge of one
side of the wooden stall.
No sooner had she trained her eyes into the stall, when she
gave a gasp of such incredible disbelief that her breath stuck in
her throat and her eyes remained wide and glassy, stuck open with
the sheer intensity of her amazement.
Fortunately or perhaps not, the mare within the stall was
bucking and snorting, squealing out so loudly that the man who was
positioned right behind the frenzied animal failed to hear Pam
Harper's loud gasp of complete and utter disbelief.
Justin pulled himself up until he too was able to peer inside
the narrow confines of the animal's pen. It was Lloyd all right,
busy as always and now so intensely preoccupied that he was
oblivious to their presence, to their twin looks of sheer and
dumbfounded amazement, their faces reddened with hot blushes of
awe and wonder.
Even Justin, who had experienced exactly what Lloyd was
doing, who had seen his friend performing in this manner on
several occasions in the past, was still shocked and filled with
wonder as well as envy. For now, as he and Pam kept staring with
wild-eyed astonishment, marveling at Lloyd's unique and
unparalleled performance, they could see exactly what was causing
all the racket inside of the wooden stall.
Lloyd was positioned directly behind the outspread legs of a
chestnut mare. She was no oversized quarter horse, ill suited to
this kind of activity, but a small Shetland pony, not very many
hands high. And her short compact size suited Lloyd's needs and
bestial desires perfectly.
He did not have to perch himself on top of a wooden box to
gain access to the pony's swollen and oversized violet genitals,
but merely had to position himself directly behind her
hindquarters, taking care to avoid an occasional backward kick
from her stomping hooves.
Pam just couldn't believe her eyes, to put it mildly. Her
nostrils winced as she inhaled the strong biting odor which now
wafted up in the air, a pungent steamy aroma that became more
heavy, more cloying and intense with the passage of each second.
And as her nostrils kept flaring open, as she kept her eyes glued
straight before her, she watched the way Justin's friend was
slamming his cock in and out of the mare's swollen and lubricious
hole.
He had seemingly rammed his hose right through the horsehair
of her tail, ensheathing himself up to the root. His pistoning
member hurtled back and forth with engine-like force and Lloyd was
sweating as copiously as the pony, his hands gripping the mare's
flanks and his feet planted stolidly behind her.
His jeans were bunched around the tops of his boots and he
wore no shirt, his naked body bristling with the same kind of
muscular energy his cock was now vigorously displaying. But it
was no ordinary cock and that, coupled with the sight of a man
fucking a horse, all combined to make Pam feel weak with disbelief
and sudden unprecedented desire.
A violent tremor seized her body and she clung to the top
edge of the stall, nearly falling back and losing her balance as
she suddenly began to come, right then and there. Hot curds of
sap streamed down her feverish cunt walls, dripping down along the
insides of her shuddering thighs.
Had there been a stallion in the barn, she would no doubt
have thrown herself upon the animal, exhibiting the same kind of
insatiable sexual frenzy Lloyd was demonstrating. If anything, it
was what had turned her on so completely and now, shivering and
caught up in the throes of her inexplicable release, Pam could
only hold onto the top edge of the stall as if for dear life.
It was then that Lloyd heard her and the red-faced man turned
his head in her direction. He broke into a broad and toothy grin,
never stopping his strenuous exercises for one second. Justin
winked back and said nothing. He didn't know that Pam was coming,
all eyes to the way Lloyd was slamming his penis in and out of the
mare's slobbering and juicy trench.
The pony was whinnying frantically and the biting aroma
filled his senses. But what amazed him even more than this, was
the way Lloyd was going at it with superhuman endurance and
delight. Justin had done the very same thing. But despite the
handsome and far from puny dimensions of his own stiff-standing
pecker, he had found the pony's pussy far too big for him to
really enjoy the rare bestial pleasure of plowing in and out of
her ravished twat.
Not so for Lloyd.
Justin could tell at a glance that the fit was perfect, that
the Shetland pony's cunt afforded Lloyd excellent tactility and a
stimulating, frictioning grip. Fuck, he thought to himself, she
doesn't need a stallion ... she has one.
Pam was thinking along identical lines, still not believing
her eyes or the fact that she had orgasmed so spontaneously, not
even having touched herself before her passions had exploded,
clutching at her insides.
More cunt juice dripped down between her legs. Her panties
were soaking wet and she knew that if she took them off, she would
be just about able to wring them out like a dishrag. But before
that happened, Lloyd--now made aware of their dual presence in the
barn--put on the final surges of energy, heading towards the
grand-slam finish.
His fingers gripped the pony's flanks as tightly as he could.
He thrust maddeningly, his heavy grapefruit-sized balls smacking
like a cudgel between his straining loins. But it was his cock
that felt the tight tension of the pony's burning cunt. The mare
kept neighing and the muscular walls of her lubricated vagina
seemed to ripple burningly again and again, clutching as if to
evacuate Lloyd's preposterously Brobdingnagian tool.
For that and that alone was what had gotten to Pam Harper.
Not the pungent cloying sexual aroma of the man fornicating with
the horse. Not the way the pony was whinnying in heated
animalistic response. It was not these things, highly arousing
unto themselves, or even the fact that Lloyd was built along
similar muscular lines as Justin.
No, it was simply the man's cock that had made Pam nearly
topple off the wooden railing against which she now clung as
precariously as the last leaf on a wind-lashed branch. Her eyes
were glued between the man's legs and even as she stared, Lloyd
suddenly stiffened and let loose.
A loud frenzied scream bubbled forth from between his lips.
He hung onto the pony's flanks as if for dear life while she, in
turn, neighed frantically and raised her front hooves, striking
the side of the stall with stomping agony.
"Yes, here it comes, Babe, now, feel it, Babe, now!" Lloyd
screamed out to Babe, the Shetland pony he had decided to bugger
that afternoon.
Whether Babe was responding or not was something neither
Justin nor Pam even worried or thought about. It was Lloyd's
response that was getting to them and no longer able to control
himself, the muscular "farmer" flung himself forward and pressed
his chest down against the pony's back.
Another series of muscular tremors coursed through his body
and then, as he began to moan with frantic pleasure and delight,
his balls contracted. The first lightning-like bolts of semen
flew up the deeply ensheathed length of his tool, splashing out of
his unseen glans.
A veritable flood of semen now began to pour mercilessly into
the pony's ravished vagina, hot curds of lubricious jism that
cascaded like a fountain or a fire hose gone out of control. Babe
slowly began to quiet down as more and more cream surged into her
muff.
And all this time, even as Pam and Justin kept staring, open-
mouthed with awe, wonder and wild lusty delight, Lloyd kept
moaning like a lunatic. He was barely able to see straight,
having purposely denied himself a fuck with Babe for nearly a
week. Now, his pent-up sexual needs and passions were exploding
and he could think of nothing but the insensible pleasure he was
deriving.
But finally, his balls were drained dry and he could come no
longer. He leaned against Babe and gasped as he tried to catch
his breath. Pam and Justin said nothing, still staring, dazzled
by Lloyd's frenzied and supersexual performance.
Justin had seen his friend in action before, but rarely as
heatedly and frenetically as he had been during these past few
minutes. Pam let out a soft low-pitched sigh and shook her head,
waiting to see what would happen when Justin's friend pulled back,
releasing his cock from Babe's tight vaginal grip.
It happened less than a minute later. Suitably recovered,
Lloyd wiped his hand across his forehead and gently eased back,
pushing Babe away from him. She lowered her head and shook her
mane, no doubt thankful that the ordeal was finally at an end.
Then, with a loud lubricious sound, a series of squishing
noises, Lloyd pulled his unerect cock out into the open. Pam
opened her eyes even wider, took one look at the length of hose
which now dangled about the man's knees, and fell back as if she
was going to faint dead away.
Justin caught her as she toppled off her perch. He grabbed
her up in his arms with a laugh, gently slapping her across the
face. She looked at him; unable to speak; still not believing
that what she had just seen had not been a mirage, some freaky
erotic hallucination.
But as she stood upright again, the stall door opened and a
grinning amused Lloyd stepped out before them, his jeans still
down around his ankles, his pride etched across the surface of his
skin. "What's all the big excitement about?" he said, staring
right at Pam with a look of leering wolfish desire.
And once again, Pam gaped, still not sure if this was all
real, if it was happening, and happening to her, right then and
there. For she could not stop staring at the immense swollen
length of meat which swayed and dangled obscenely between the
man's grizzly thickset thighs. Even now, in a flaccid and unerect
state, she could immediately ascertain the kind of dimensions it
would ultimately achieve when blood was once again pumped and
trapped inside the inhumanly oversized weapon.
More than ten inches of proud ivory-white cock hung down to
Lloyd's knees, swinging like a length of cream-colored rubber
hose. Devoid of foreskin, the naked exposed glans was like the
size of her fist, split down the middle by the line of his meatus,
his piss-hole capped with a large opalescent drop of after-come.
Flecks of viscous semen adhered to the length of his rod and
he allowed her the unspoken privilege of staring at his equipment,
letting her gape and take it all in with her wide and disbelieving
eyes. Pam could see how the thickness of his shaft nearly matched
the same dimension as the circumference of her wrist.
"Unbelievable," she finally said aloud.
"I'd be inclined to agree," seconded Justin, his own potent
hard-on still tenting out of the front of his blue jeans. He
moved over to Lloyd and extended his hand, thumping his friend
good-naturedly on the back. "Pam Harper, I'd like you to meet
Lloyd Nichols."
"Pleased to meet you," she whispered as Lloyd hitched up his
jeans and with some difficulty managed to stuff his unerect pecker
down inside of his dungarees.
"There's a pot of coffee on the stove. How about a cup of
coffee before I show you around," Lloyd suggested. And when Pam
nodded her head agreeably, he winked at her once again and
returned to Babe's stall just long enough to feed her several
sugar cubes he kept for just that purpose in one of the pockets of
his overalls.
After that treat had been dispensed and Babe's sore and
ravished vulva soothed with some medicated ointment, a lotion
which Lloyd also kept handy whenever it was necessary to use the
stuff, he led them out of the barn and through the back door of
the house, right into the sunny and cozy kitchen.
Coffee was certainly in order and the strong brew helped calm
Pam down. She sat at the oak table as Justin and Lloyd exchanged
small talk, catching up on what had been happening in their lives
since they had last seen each other. Her fingers trembled as she
recalled all that she had seen, heard and smelled.
Now, more than ever before, she was beginning to understand
what Justin had been trying to tell her, what it was he had tried
so persistently to explain about the meaning of openness and the
definition of commitment and love.
Her reveries and introspective pose were interrupted when
Lloyd turned around in his seat to address her. "Tell me, since
we really haven't gotten a chance to know each other better, not
yet in any event ... what did you think of my ... uh ... my
performance back there, in the barn?"
Pam grinned and held onto her coffee mug with both hands.
She knew he didn't need her around to flatter him or give him ego-
feeding compliments. He was asking a serious question for reasons
he alone understood and she cleared her throat and stared him
right in the eye, saying, "I won't be content to leave your farm
unless you've tried that trick out with me, instead of your
horse."
Justin laughed and banged his hands down against the tops of
his thighs. "Told you this one was a winner, Lloyd," he
announced. "She's got everything going for her. Smarts, looks,
the whole number. All we have to teach her this weekend is the
meaning of complete and total abandon, giving herself up to
hedonism, to sex of every type and description."
She was about to interrupt when she let out a startled little
gasp, her hand coming up to her mouth as something trotted
unperturbedly into the kitchen. The animal stuck its snout up
against Lloyd's leg and waited for Justin's friend to reach down
and rub his fingers up against its head.
"I told you all about Chester," Justin grinned.
"Chester?" whispered Pam. She looked down at the animal. It
was a solid white pig, its sparsely haired skin glowing as
healthily as the coat on a well cared for dog or any other house
pet. That reminded her of Bix and Holmes. "Where are the dogs?"
she asked.
"Out back, having a ball," Lloyd said, pointing out the
kitchen window so that she followed the direction of his out-
thrust hand until she saw Bix and Holmes chasing after each other,
heading right behind the barn to the alfalfa fields.
She turned her eyes back to stare at the pig, still pushing
its snout against Lloyd's knee. "Well, it's time you met Chester
here, instead of just hearing about him. Mr. Chester, this here
is Miss Pam Harper," Lloyd laughed.
Surprisingly, at least as far as Pam was concerned, the pig
turned a pair of doleful interested eyes in her direction. She
could swear it was nodding its head at her. Though she had had
experience with numerous kinds of animals before, she had never
handled pigs in her pet shop.
Having always felt a kind of unspoken aversion to the
species, she was now doubly surprised by the fact that she was
grinning, not even thinking of Lloyd's porker as your common
everyday run-of-the-mill farm swine. "Chester here is a genuine
native breed. Comes from Pennsylvania. A Chester White is what
they're actually called. I got him when he was just a wee little
piglet. And Chester and me have been friends ever since," Lloyd
explained.
"Friends?" asked Pam with a look of surprise.
"Sure thing. He's a pet, you might say. Except when he goes
off for a good wallow, I give him run of the house. Pigs aren't
particularly easy to tame, but Chester here took to house life the
way your Scottie must do when he's home in your apartment. And
not meaning to brag, pigs are a helluva lot smarter than man's
trusted companion, the good old mutt."
"And ... and he lives here, in the house?" Pam asked with
surprise.
"Yep," grinned Lloyd. He reached out and rubbed Chester
between his ears. The pig lifted its snout and looked up into the
farmer's amiable face. "He's house-broken, too, needless to say."
"And most amazingly trained," added Justin, knowing what this
was all leading up to. Lloyd had demonstrated Chester's unique
anatomical distinctions the last time he had spent some time at
the farm. But despite their efforts in that direction, they
hadn't been able to get a girl to consummate their sexual desires,
using Chester as the male half of the bestial combination.
Now, Justin was certain that Lloyd's presence and his own
uniquely proportioned genitals, would serve to induce Pam to shed
her clothes and the last of her inhibitions. "Did you recall what
I asked you to do for me when we spoke in your apartment?" he
asked her then.
She looked up at him and then over to Chester, the pig
placidly allowing its master to rub his fingers over its snout and
ears. Finally, knowing what Justin was talking about; she nodded
her head with vague discomfort. "I--I remember."
"Then you remember what you promised me you'd do," he went
on.
"I ... I said it you found me a pig, I'd let it fuck me," she
whispered, dry-mouthed, her eyes darting nervously over to the
white stocky figure of Chester. "But ... but I'll be crushed,
Justin."
"No problem about that. I've got it all arranged," Lloyd
said matter-of-factly. "Chester here isn't much older than a
yearling. And he's pretty small for the breed. Adult boars can
get up to something like eight or nine hundred pounds. Last time
I took the trouble to find out, Chester weighed in at about three
hundred. But I've got him trained, little lady, so well-trained
you won't believe how nice and gentle and easy going Chester here
actually can be."
She wasn't so much worried about the pig's temperament as she
was about the three hundred pounds of solid flesh and muscle
pressing down against her body. "I'm ... I'm afraid," she told
them.
"Of course you are. But you'll get over that quick, when
Chester gets started," Justin said, wildly aroused now by the very
thought of what was soon to take place. He pulled his chair away
from the table and got impatiently to his feet.
Pam took one look at Justin and knew how aroused her lover
had become; just by the way they were all alluding to what was
going to be taking place in the next few minutes. She didn't feel
anything even remotely resembling disgust or loathing at the
notion of being maneuvered into position so that she might get
fucked by a pig, by this pig in particular.
No, it wasn't that that disturbed her half as much as the
fear that the animal would crush her with its weight and the force
of its bestial sexual excitement. When Lloyd too got to his feet
and her eyes alighted on his own trapped and gigantic tool, the
sight of that finally persuaded her to put herself in their hands,
to trust them explicitly.
"All set?" Nichols asked.
She nodded her head and joined them, draining her coffee cup
dry before getting warily to her feet. "The pulley setup still in
working order?" Justin asked his friend.
"Perfect working order, as a matter of fact. I just checked
it out this morning, when I got up. Everything's gonna work out
fine, just real nice and fine," Lloyd said with another one of his
characteristically leering wolfish grins.
Then, turning to the door, he led Pam and Justin and the
shuffling figure of Chester, out of the kitchen, through the
living room and up the flight of narrow stairs that led to the
bedroom on the second floor of the house.
The floorboards creaked under the pig's weight, but Chester--
much to Pam Harper's considerable surprise--succeeded in rather
easily albeit gracelessly mounting the stairs, one step after
another. And when they reached Lloyd's bedroom at the far end of
the second floor hall, Pam took one look inside and knew that
nobody had been bullshitting her, that now, within the next few
minutes, she was going to be fucked by a pig, balled by a Chester
White boar whose own anatomical distinctions she still knew
absolutely nothing about.
Chapter 8
The large paneled room was airy and bright; the strong
unfiltered afternoon sun streaming in through the opened bedroom
windows. Pam stood in the middle of the room, all eyes to what
was being prepared, and prepared for her and her alone.
But if she was curious about how they were already beginning
to manipulate and maneuver Chester into the complicated set of
harnesses and pulleys which were bolted to the bedroom ceiling,
she was more intrigued with the stanchion that was Lloyd Nichols'
bloated cock, visible behind the tightly stretched denim cloth of
his overalls.
It was now even larger than she had seen when he'd pulled his
stupendously oversized cock from out of the mare's pussy. She
wondered too if it had been the result of a disease, or if he had
been born with that kind of genetic makeup to produce such an
amazingly horse-like weapon. If anything, the man's penis seemed
to have been grafted on from a stallion and she shuddered at the
sight, picturing what it might feel like if she rode that immense
arm of flesh, blood and gristle down to the finish line, to the
searing and exhausting point of climax.
It would happen, she knew, but not until she had begun to
demonstrate her willingness to give in to their own brand of
bestial passion, allowing Justin and his friend to set up the
pulley system and arrangement of ropes and leather harnesses so
that Chester could fuck her without crushing her under his heavy
solid bulk.
A few minutes later all seemed to be in order, good working
order, at that. The leather straps had been cinched around the
pig's middle and all during the proceedings, Chester had stood
unmoving, allowing Lloyd and Justin to prepare him for the next
stage in their bestially oriented plans.
"Raise him up now. He won't be hassled, I've done it before,
to get him used to it," Lloyd said.
Justin began to pull on one end of the ropes and as Pam
watched, sitting down on the edge of Nichols' four-poster bed, she
was able to see how the pig was being hoisted up, his front lifted
up off of the floor so that he seemed to be walking on his
hindquarters like an ambulating human being.
But before she could say anything to them, her eyes alighted
on that which was the entire point of these complicated and
strange proceedings. Projecting up along the pig's nearly smooth
and hairless underside was a short stubby length of skin she knew
contained the animal's still unseen penis.
It was neither arousing nor disgusting and with the calm
objective look of a student of anatomy, she stared at the grayish-
pink sheath that obscured--at least temporarily and for the time
being--Chester's pecker.
The straps and ropes tight and secure, Chester's doleful
staring eyes moved calmly about the room as he allowed himself to
be lifted up until his front parts dangled in the air. He seemed
to Pam to be looking in her direction as if he knew what this
complicated set-up was really all about.
Then, satisfied that all was ready and that no physical harm
could come to Pam now that the swine was suitably harnessed, the
two men turned their eyes to her and waited for Pam to get shakily
and uncertainly to her feet.
"We're all ready. Take off your clothes," Justin announced,
even as he began to unbutton his work shirt.
Pam blushed, but did as she was told, aware of the way the
two of them were staring at her, ogling her body as she unbuttoned
her blouse and pulled her arms out of the short sleeves. Her
unhaltered jugs swung liltingly before their wide and delighted
eyes. Each nipple began to swell as a result of their unwavering
and lascivious stares.
They grew taut and turgid and she unzipped her skirt and
pushed it down off of her waist and hips, even as Justin threw his
shirt onto the floor and rapidly unbuckled his belt. Lloyd still
remained motionless; all eyes as her skirt came down to reveal the
soaking wet front of her skimpy bikini briefs.
He took one look at the easily seen outline of her lush
little pussy and smacked his lips, no longer hesitating to unzip
his fly. Even before Pam removed her panties, having first
stepped out of her skirt, she stopped undressing and returned
Lloyd Nichols' unflinching and intense stare.
By now, the entire inside of one leg of his jeans was tented
out, nearly down to his knee.
And then, as his pants came down, she opened her mouth and
teetered as if she was once again going to faint, going to swoon
with a mixture of awe, disbelief and wild sexual excitement.
"My God, my God," she said aloud as he dropped his jeans to
his ankles and began to kick them off of his feet. For even then
it was growing at a most alarming and unbelievable rate, blood
being pumped and then trapped inside. It was as if he was
involuntarily attempting to hoist it upright like an unsheathed
sword and the color drained from her cheeks as she took in the
unbelievable and inhuman dimensions of the man's gigantic penis.
The huge arm of man-flesh began to jerk fitfully, slowly but
surely thickening and lengthening and arching out from its hairy
root. His equally prodigiously sized balls swung between his
muscular thighs, filled with another load of abundant hot come.
Justin stepped out of his own jeans and flung them onto the bed.
He didn't have to touch himself, his cock already arching up
towards his hairy stomach. It was fully erect and he was just as
turned on, both by Pam's sexual presence as well as by what was
soon going to take place. And he knew as well that she could not
tear her eyes off of Lloyd's penis.
Jealousy was the last thing he felt, for he wasn't going to
be happy until he had seen his friend attempt to sheath his lusty
dick right between the tight little lips of Pam Harper's pussy.
If it would fit--and certainly not its entire overlarge length--
was something he still couldn't tell. But he knew that she would
give it her all and try to make it work.
But now, Chester was her partner, not Lloyd Nichols.
So he moved towards her as she finally pulled her panties
down, letting the two men take in the tight juicy contours of her
girlish split. The sexual stimulation that seemed to cling to her
like mist now caused her cunt lips to actually flutter and dilate.
They grew puffy and thick rivulets of sap began to run down the
sloping walls of her itching vagina.
She shuddered, all eyes to Justin and Lloyd, so turned on now
that she was ready and willing to try just about anything,
including a stallion. But it was a pig, at least for now and she
moved towards Chester as he kept watching her, remaining placid
within the confining straps and harnesses.
"Get down on your knees and suck him off," Justin whispered.
"He was soaped down and hosed this morning," added Lloyd,
degradation not being part of his sexual repertoire.
But Pam hadn't even considered the fact that the animal might
be physically dirty. She was shuddering and she moved more
assuredly to Chester. She got down onto her knees and bent
forward; curious now as she ran her trembling fingers up and down
the short stubby length that concealed the boar's penis.
Chester squealed softly, but made no attempt to either mount
her or move with any kind of physical violence. And so as he
remained just about motionless while she rubbed the tips of her
fingers along the fleshy sheath, able to feel something thick and
hard moving behind the rubbery length that seemed to resemble an
overlong male foreskin.
"Harder, rub your fingers back and forth more quickly," she
heard Lloyd whisper.
She turned her head over her shoulder to see him leaning over
her, his cock now arching out at nearly a ninety-degree angle from
his belly. He kept his fingers tightly pressed around the extreme
base of his huge tool so that when she glanced back, she had but
to move her head forward a few inches to be able to rub her lips
across the livid mauve peach that was the head of his dong.
"Chester first," he told her then, excited by her growing
desire, by the way she didn't need him to tell her to lick his
pecker.
Barely able to tear her eyes away from Lloyd's massive dick,
Pam nevertheless finally looked back down at Chester's meat. And,
sure enough, her manual manipulations were beginning to have the
desired effect.
Something wet and glistening, the color of her pink tongue,
could be seen gradually emerging from the opened end of the boar's
penile sheath. Her fingers clutched more securely and she rubbed
them back and forth again, trying to get Chester's dick fully hard
and erect, ready for penetration.
But when the first two inches slid out into the open, her
eyes opened wide and she shook her head with amazement.
"Something else, isn't it?" grinned Lloyd, watching the way she
was nearly stunned by the sight of Chester's cock.
Pam just kept staring. If was the shape of the porker's dick
that amazed her, for the animal's penis was built along the lines
of a corkscrew, a twisted shaft like the head of a bit or a drill.
And, what was more, it was getting larger and larger.
With a single cry of acceptance, she flung her face down and
pressed her parted lips right around the first two raw and exposed
inches of pig-meat. Chester squealed more loudly, his trotters
banging against the wooden floorboards as Pam sucked on his cock.
The strong musty animal smell of his genitals made her
tremble and the shape of Chester's dick made her imagine the kind
of unique bestial pleasures coupling with the pig would soon be
affording her. She took in even more, urging his cock to blossom
into a hard and fully erect state.
And when, after having induced just about five or so inches
to glide between her lips and into her mouth, she felt Chester
suddenly pumping forward, Pam knew it was time to finish what she
had started. She licked quickly until she was sure that Chester's
corkscrew-shaped penis was fully hard and erect.
Then, she slid her lips over the entire length of his twisted
and uniquely proportioned member, letting it slip out of her
mouth. Chester continued to squeal and thrust forward into the
air, aiming his pig-cock with blind animal excitement.
And his bestial excitement was communicating itself to Pam,
Lloyd and Justin. Kneeling there in front of the white hog, she
looked back at the two men, still shaken by the sight of Nichols'
penis. She was certain it was a foot long, twelve, if not more,
inches of hard throbbing man-flesh.
And now, arching up along the pig's belly, was Chester's
amazing twisted corkscrew of a cock, glistening wet and ready to
be used to impale her to the quick. Her cunt walls trembled
against each other at the thought and when they told her to turn
around and get down on her hands and knees, she didn't hesitate to
assume this position, pig-fucking being like dog-fucking, both
more readily consummated through the rear.
The drooping outer lips of her puffy cooze dilated even more
and she didn't think twice about reaching between her legs with
one hand. She pulled her vaginal flaps wide apart, opening her
split so that the pig would have no difficulty locating her cunt
furrow and the entrance into her hot and itching vaginal canal.
Meanwhile, Justin and Lloyd were maneuvering her body,
pushing her back towards Chester. The boar kept squealing and
jerking fitfully until, a moment later, Pam looked down between
her legs and let go of her cunt, able to see and feel the way she
had finally made contact with Chester's twisted corkscrewing cock.
"That's it, shove it in, all of it," she said breathlessly as
he pumped forward and his cock seemed to twist inside of her like
a screw being drilled into a soft giving wall. Her cunt muscles
quivered and she moaned, the speed of Chester's penetration almost
instantaneous.
Meanwhile, now that the pig was in action, Justin and Lloyd
got down onto their knees and looked between Pam's legs, shaking
with excitement. "Unreal, just unreal," Justin said with
disbelief as he watched the way Chester's spiral-shaped dick was
pumping in and out of Pam Harper's twat.
As for Pam, for the moment she was too into her pleasure, too
excited by what was happening. The bestial nature of the act was
equally as compelling as Chester's unique spiralling performance.
The boar squealed loudly now, no doubt delighted to be afforded
such a unique kind of sexual pleasure.
He jerked his cock in and out; grazing against Pam's pulpy
hot clit and inducing her to squeal like a sow. She jerked her
buns back until they were flat against Chester's smooth belly
while he continued to lash out, bombarding her cunt with one
volley after another of stimulating penetrating strokes.
To watch this thickish spiral-shaped pigcock moving in and
out of the girl's muff turned the two men on to an incredible
degree. Justin kept sliding his fingers up and down the length of
his stiff and throbbing boner, panting as Pam panted, groaning
when she groaned.
That she had accepted this kind of treatment, that she was
now loving it even more than they were--since she was the active
participant and at least for the time being, they were still
passive--only served to turn him on all the more.
He groaned hotly at the sight and as for Pam, she was
shuddering against Chester's underside, tightening her cunt
muscles around his swift stimulating boner. As a result of the
unique shape of the pig's genitals, her cunt was being stimulated
and frictioned against in a way she had never experienced or
enjoyed before. It was as if she was twirling a French tickler in
and out of her pussy, but a tickler that was at once totally real,
live flesh and blood moving breathlessly back and forth between
her clutching cunt flaps.
Chester's porcine squeals echoed loudly in the air and it was
then, even as Lloyd judged his pig to be fast approaching his
orgasm, that the unbelievably well-hung young man moved around
until he was able to kneel right in front of Pam's flushed and
reddened face.
She braced herself, her hands flat on the floor and her body
twisting and bucking with wild delirious ecstasy. "Yes, harder,
shit, I'll come, so fast, so fast," she whimpered, the fact that
she was being screwed by a pig only serving to inflame her
maddened sexual desires all the more.
It was raw animal sex, devoid of feeling or emotion, devoid
of intellectual recriminations or interpersonal communication.
And, as a result, she gave in to the way her body was responding,
loving this even more than she loved to feel Bix or Holmes
pounding their bony dog cocks in and out of her snatch.
No, this was far more exotic and wild, to be balled by a pig.
The thick cloying smell of coitus filled her nostrils,
mingling now with the equally heavy musky smell which permeated
Lloyd Nichols' dank and hairy crotch. She caught sight of him
getting into position before her and she lifted her flushed sweaty
face as if searching for an answer to the look of wild-eyed
sexuality imprinted upon his face.
"Yes, more, do it, do it!" she wailed, shaking then as she
felt herself finally coming. The friction the pig's cock was
producing got her off and she reached out and grabbed the bony
caps of Lloyd's knees, supporting herself while a series of
violent sexual convulsions coursed through her body.
"Yes, that's it. Oh shit, do it, come, come, baby!" Justin
Whitlock screamed out, whipped into a frenzy that was nearly as
potent as Chester's or Pam Harper's wild sexual delight. The boar
was getting closer to his ejaculation, thumping in and out,
humping up against Pam's back.
Lloyd reached out then until he was able to rub his fingers
against the opening of Pam's muff, able to feel the way Chester's
dick slid in and out at a fast and shuddering rate. Hot curds of
cunt juice glistened over her fleecy pubic nest and he kept on
smiling, even as he lifted his cock up like a crowbar, aiming the
great mauve head right towards Pam's lips.
She raised her head and still coming, now found herself
staring heatedly at the young man's titanic cunt-rammer. It was
now fully engorged with blood, fully hard and erect. The huge
fist-like glans was smooth as velvet and she pressed her lips
against it, inhaling the hot smell of his randy crotch.
It's unreal, so unreal, she kept telling herself. She was
still coming; the raw blazing flickers of pleasure sluicing
through her body. Behind her, his trotters tattooing against the
floor, Chester was squealing and grunting and about to explode.
The moment was at hand, but even before the boar shot his
load of semen, Pam was licking circles around the head of Lloyd's
dong, wondering if she would be able to accommodate it, either
between her lips or more pleasurably, between her legs.
"Just take your time. We have the entire weekend," she heard
Justin pronounce, his lack of jealousy delighting her so that she
let herself go, releasing the last of her inhibitions. And it was
then, as she kept licking and tonguing the head of Nichol's
massive arm of meat, that Chester finally let loose, releasing his
load of porcine jism.
The violent series of bestial tremors which went through the
animal's body signaled Chester's climax. Pam clutched at the
pig's corkscrewing penis, her vaginal muscles fibrillating as she
felt the boar's cock shuddering as it moved like a screw, pumping
in and out of her wet tingly pussy.
"Shit, now, he's coming, the fucker's shooting!" Justin cried
out triumphantly, deranged with excitement, with the sight of Pam
being balled mercilessly yet lustfully by a white male pig.
He didn't want to come though, and dropped his hand off of
his cock, his eyes narrowing as he stared intently. And then the
first thick gooey splashes of semen poured down Pam's shuddering
hole. She could actually feel the swift ejaculations, one short
burst of jism after another, bullets of pig-come pouring into her
muff.
In front of her, all eyes to this uniquely bestial
performance, Lloyd Nichols was having a hard time controlling his
own sense of wild sexual delight. Chester kept squealing and
grunting until there was no more come left in his testicles.
Quickly, more impatient than ever, Lloyd pulled Pam away from
the pig, letting Justin handle the responsibility of unharnessing
the hot tired beast. This Justin did, sending Chester trotting
out of the bedroom. He would have enjoyed seeing Pam take the
pig's load in her mouth, picturing what it would be like to see
her swallowing a hot load of pig-come. But that, he knew then,
would happen before they left the farm. So now, he turned back to
watch Lloyd as his friend thrust almost viciously forward, trying
to ram his dick right between Pam's lips.
She stretched her lips and jaws wide, opening her mouth to
the ultimate breaking point so that she would be able to push her
face down over the head of Lloyd's huge bristling boner. The heat
of his meat consumed her and her tongue slapped hotly against his
leaking bulbous glans.
"That's a good girl," Lloyd moaned, looking down to see how
pale-yellow pig-come was oozing out like syrup from between the
raw puffy lips of Pam's vagina. But even more than the pleasure
of a blowjob, he wanted to experience firsthand the delicious
tight grip of her girlish split.
And now, the fact that her cunt was still brimming over with
Chester's abundant load of cream, only served to inflame his
bestial passions all the more. He had always relished fucking
seminalized cunts. But now, the very notion of pounding his
titanic cunt-rammer through a sea of pig-come, fresh hot gooey
porcine semen at that, aroused his passions to the boiling point.
Impatiently he wrenched his glans out of Pam's busily sucking
mouth. She whimpered, her jaws aching and her tongue feeling
swollen and exhausted as a result of the way she had been using it
to tickle and caress the entire surface of the man's blood-
engorged cock head.
"I want you now," he told her with a look of wild excitement,
anticipating the pleasure balling her would afford him.
"This I have to see," Justin told them, knowing what his
friend had in mind. It appealed to his voyeuristic side and when
Lloyd lifted Pam effortlessly, cradling her exhausted sweaty body
in his arms, Justin Whitlock moved towards the bed, not about to
miss the chance to see his friend in action.
Having seen Pam fucked by a dog and now a pig, he was doubly
excited about the prospect of seeing her impaled by a man who was
as well-hung--without any exaggeration whatsoever--as a stallion.
Now, more than twelve enormously thick bloated inches of meat
strained forward between his legs, an infant's jerking arm, the
fist of which drooled hot sticky rivulets of pearly pre-seminal
fluid.
More gooey fluid seeped out around her fleecy pubic bush and
Lloyd lowered her gently down onto the bed. Working with the
swiftness that betrayed his violent excitement, he stuffed the two
down and feather pillows up under her ass, elevating her cunt to a
more accessible angle.
The arm of his meaty weapon bobbed back and forth and Pam
could not tear her eyes away from it. And when she glanced over
at Justin, now standing by the side of the bed, she knew that he
was just as turned on and anxious to see Lloyd Nichols performing,
just as he had done earlier, back in the barn with Babe, the
Shetland pony mare.
She wondered too if it would really hurt her, but when he
climbed up onto the bed and attached what seemed to be stirrups or
folded leather straps to the two posts at the foot of the bed, she
knew they were meant for her, designed to get her thighs spread as
far apart as was physically possible.
Silently, Pam submitted to his plans, allowing him to slip
first one raised foot and then the other into the stirrup-like
ankle supports. She was now resting on the top of her back, her
legs spread achingly wide, held steady by the twin leather
stirrups.
When this had been accomplished, he got off the bed and moved
just as quickly to his chest of drawers. From the top drawer he
pulled out a shriveled tube of ointment. The condition of the
shrunken tube told Pam that it had been used on numerous occasions
before. And before she could even ask him what it was, he was
back on the bed, kneeling impatiently between her shuddering and
spread-eagled flanks.
"It's a kind of local anesthetic. It'll numb your muscles so
that by the time your cunt has gotten used to the size of my hose,
you won't have felt much pain at all. If I didn't use it, you
wouldn't be able to handle this big fucking beauty. No one can,
'cept Babe, of course."
And saying this, his infectious grin putting her more at ease
and off her guard, the inhumanly hung young man uncapped the metal
tube of ointment and squeezed a good healthy gob of the anesthetic
lotion into the palm of his hand.
He covered his fingers with more of the white translucent
jelly, tossed the shriveled tube to Justin Whitlock, and then
leaned forward. Pam held her breath as the warm yet chilling
ointment was rubbed over her twin shuddering cunt lips. Then,
Lloyd proceeded to insert two of his fingers, spreading her
vaginal canal wide, rubbing the stuff all along the length of her
cunt walls and around the swampy come-filled basin that was her
vulva.
He grazed against her swollen pulpy clit and she shivered,
her legs twitching against the ankle stirrups. Dreamy-eyed, she
moaned softly as she felt the way Lloyd was pistoning his greasy
fingers deeper and deeper into her cunt, trying to cover every
inch of her pussy with the pain-killing ointment.
He could feel her vaginal muscles first shuddering and then
gradually going numb and unmoving. Hot curds of Chester's come
adhered to the sloping narrow walls of her pussy and even Lloyd,
as determined as he was, was rather uncertain as to the ultimate
outcome of his next sexual act.
"She'll handle it. I know her better than you do," Justin
said, seemingly reading the look of doubt which had flashed across
his friend's set and concentrating face.
Pam nodded her own head and opened her eyes wide, taking in
for the umpteenth time the entire length and breadth of the young
man's super-sized penis. His equally oversized balls hung down
like a wrinkled hairy sac, swaying back and forth against the
insides of her thighs.
As muscular and handsome as Justin, he was more of a man than
she had ever imagined, a man like a horse. That was the image--
Lloyd the stallion, just as she had always seen Justin as a bear--
which now consumed her thoughts. He eased his fingers out into
the open, satisfied that he had used the anesthetic ointment as
best he could.
He wiped his hands dry on the sheets and then took hold of
his cock, wiggling his body up against her. Her harnessed hoisted
thighs shuddered once again and she held her breath, all eyes--as
was Justin--to what Lloyd Nichols was about to perform.
"Just relax and I'll go slow, real slow, promise," he
whispered hotly, eager to begin what he had thought about ever
since Justin had called him on the phone to make the necessary
arrangements for the weekend.
And now it was time to show her what the next thirty-six
hours were going to be all about. Chester had been a good start.
There were still the ewes now grazing out behind the barn, as well
as the two dogs and Babe, the animals all to be used for their own
bestial gratification.
And if Pam could handle his stupendous weapon, both Lloyd and
Justin knew that she could handle just about anything else. Pam
held her breath then as Lloyd thrust forward, aligning the leaking
glans with the gaping dilated opening of her pussy.
Wanting his cock as much as he wanted to give it to her, Pam
thrust her crotch forward. She used her hands to splay her cunt
lobes back, pulling them as wide apart as she possibly could. The
elastic and youthful labial flesh spread open like a pair of
fluttering butterfly wings, revealing the slick wet blood-rich
inner surface of her cunt lips.
"That's a girl," Lloyd whispered, all eyes as he gently
pushed down so that his glans made contact with the raw wet ball
of her pulpy clit.
It was not yet fully anesthetized and the instant she felt
his meat grazing and frictioning against her button of erectile
tissue, she began to shudder and pant, wanting to have him inside
of her with a kind of ruthless determination and desperation that
even Justin found hard to believe possible.
His plans were shaping up into a whole and he could see, even
now from the look in her eyes, that she was evolving into the kind
of woman he had imagined her to be, a woman who was willing to
accept and try all and everything, just so long as sexual pleasure
was the ultimate result.
That Lloyd's cock would give her pleasure she was yet to know
was something else that Pam Harper didn't doubt and she was
determined to handle his tool, even if she felt considerable pain
as a result. But for the time being, she felt no pain at all,
only a mounting electric pleasure as he took his time and
continued to rub his leaking cock head back and forth against her
clitoris.
Almost imperceptibly, knowing exactly what he was doing and
how to deal with the tight and narrow dimensions of Pam's girlish
twat, Lloyd gently and slowly pushed down. He began to exert more
and more pressure, trying to stuff his glans right into her vulva.
Her gasp signaled her growing awareness and they were all
eyes to what was taking place between her legs. Justin held his
breath, watching the way Pam's cunt was beginning to look
grotesquely distended as if he himself was between her legs, using
his fist instead of his cock.
For if anything, the fist of Lloyd's glans was pounding up
against her come-filled twat and she groaned and tried to stretch
her legs wider apart to accommodate it. He thrust down with more
energy and a wild scream of pain and pleasure gurgled forth from
between her parched and puffy lips.
"No ... stop, one sec ... stop," she gasped as she felt the
incredible pressure, the way her vulva was stretched tight as a
drum, filled to the breaking point by the presence of his leaking
cock head. "Yes, now, but slow, slow," she went on, cautioning
him to take his time as she tried to get accustomed to the searing
pressure of his cumbersome weapon.
Her cunt walls were growing numb and relaxed as he eased
himself forward, able to feel the lubricant of pig-come and lotion
rubbing over his own meaty dart. He knew from past experience
that the chilling anesthetic effect didn't interfere with the
ability to maintain an erection.
It tapered off within ten minutes of application and he
judged that he had a good seven minutes of time left to house as
much of his penis as he could. So he stroked ever so gently and
carefully, his hands seeking out her hot button-like nipples. He
winked at her and tweaked her love-buds, but she ignored his
reddened eager face, unable to stop looking down with disbelief at
the sight of her shuddering flanks.
It was moving into her, an arm, a human arm that tunneled
deeper and deeper. Her ravished cunt walls were pulled back to
the limits of their elasticity and her resilient and youthful cunt
flesh still had difficulty stretching as wide as the width of his
cock demanded.
"That's it, relax, keep relaxing," Justin coaxed her when
more than four inches of hard burning manflesh had been drilled
slowly into her overstuffed twat.
But relaxation was the last thing she could feel.
Her body felt on fire and she strained and bit down on her
lower lip, feeling a flicker of agony as he plowed forward,
digging a hot mercilessly wide canal down into her pussy. But she
wanted it, as much as Lloyd did and she didn't stop him after
that, trusting him to take his time.
Even the local anesthetic he had applied along her cunt walls
didn't completely blot out the searing pain of having her cunt
fisted into by a stallion-sized penis. The bloated active weapon
hammered deeper and now, she could see that half the length of
Lloyd's boner was already buried and hidden from sight, right
between her legs.
"Unreal, it's just not to be believed," muttered Justin with
amazement. He was almost afraid to blink lest he miss anything
and as he continued to watch, not even bothering to fondle his own
stiff jutting horn of cock meat, his friend groaned savagely and
pushed his pole of manflesh even deeper into place.
Pam met his next stroke, raising herself up. A droplet of
blood appeared along the surface of her bottom lip. She had
bitten down so hard, rather than scream out in pain and pleasure,
that her lip had cracked. The sight of the blood seemed to
trigger a moment of wild excess and Lloyd swung his hard muscled
body down against her, pounding even deeper inside.
She choked as if he was stuffing his cock down her throat,
not into her pussy. And when she looked down between her legs,
she could see that he had already given her nearly the entire
length of his boner. Just then his glans burned against her
cervix and she whimpered, signaling him to stop.
Less than two inches of thick bloated meat were now visible,
the rest of his penis hidden inside of her pussy. She kept
gasping as he bent his head down and licked her jugs, sucking on
one hard taut nipple and then the other.
"Oh shit, shit so much. I can taste it, slow, go slow," she
murmured as he gently pulled back, only to slide forward again
with a display of hot stroking energy.
The extreme tightness of her pussy rubbed his meat raw and he
was burning up, sweating and moaning as he slowly began to quicken
the rhythmic pulsing tempo of his searing cock-strokes. And just
as gradually as he quickened his rate of insertion, the anesthetic
began to wear off.
She could feel how he was pounding into her, her cunt walls
stretched so taut and wide that she thought he could easily rip
right through her vaginal canal. But Lloyd was exercising more
control than even Pam was able to realize. He thrust straight
down so that the head of his dick tipped her cervix again and
again, rather than pushing against one wall of her quim and then
the other.
His come-filled balls smacked against the upraised shuddering
cheeks of her butt and she was moaning more loudly now, able to
feel the way her body was reacting, the way her clit was being
ripped left and right as he moved his hammering sword in and out
of her muff.
"Yes, more, harder, good, I want it, I need it," she
whimpered, trying to slide her legs over his burly wide-set
shoulders so that he might be able to push down even deeper than
at present.
He maneuvered her legs into place, the backs of her knees
hooked over his shoulders. And then he sank down another inch,
crying out victoriously. "Baby, watch it, watch the stallion
baby! Look how it's moving. And you're filled with pig-come,
pig-come and a horse-cock, baby. Yeah, you need it. You need
this big fucking hot beauty. And I'm gonna flood you with come.
I'm gonna make sure you float away on a puddle of cream, little
lady, good hot horse-come!"
Wild-eyed, panting as loudly as she was, Lloyd Nichols began
to move even more quickly, certain now that most of her pain and
discomfort had vanished. And as Pam moved in time to his volley
of gut-wrenching strokes, Justin Whitlock decided that it was high
time he got into the picture and the action.
Accordingly, even as he heard Holmes and Bix barking
downstairs, he swung himself up over the bed and clambered around
until he was able to squat right over Pam Harper's flushed and
sweaty face. "You want to take a nice long suck on it, sugar?" he
said, holding his cock down as she glanced back at him.
She didn't have to reply, wanting to do anything he asked.
For by this time, her first climax was about to descend upon her
like a ton of bricks. The swifter Lloyd moved, the more turned on
and accustomed to his massive cock she became. The last burning
flickers of pain were fading, replaced by an intensely gratifying
glow of imminent release and orgasmic ecstasy.
Grunting and slobbering over her tits, Lloyd kept pistoning
in and out, one raw wicked cock-stroke after another. And as he
felt her cunt muscles shuddering tautly around his powerfully
thrusting organ, he could see how she was also beginning to take
in one hard hot inch of Justin's cock after another.
"That's it, more, nice and easy," he panted, easing his meat
deeper and deeper into her mouth and down her throat, bending her
tonsils back in his impatience to store the entire length of his
hard-on into place.
Pam gurgled and slobbered over his tool, even as she suddenly
shuddered and began to come. And as the fiery pleasure consumed
her, as she sucked Justin off and felt Lloyd Nichols bombarding
her pussy with his arm of throbbing meat, Bix and Holmes suddenly
burst into the room, whipped up by the hot searing aroma of sexual
congress.
They jumped up onto the bed, licking at random, their tongues
striking out until, even as Pam continued on creaming, Holmes was
right behind Lloyd Nichols, licking between his heaving buns and
down to his huge wrinkled scrotal sac. Bix, on the other hand,
had squeezed around until he was beginning to rim out Justin
Whitlock's hairy puckered asshole.
Pam heard what was happening and she let loose, slamming her
eyes shut and flowing with her inhuman pleasure. Justin had asked
for commitment and lack of inhibition. And now, less than an hour
after they had arrived at the farm, she knew that she had neither
disappointed him nor disappointed herself. If anything, this
weekend of complete and total bestial and hedonistic abandon was
going to be their honeymoon, no doubt about that.
The End
