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CHAPTER FIVE

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 Pam 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.