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CHAPTER EIGHT

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 Nichols' 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.