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CHAPTER SIX

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.