Rick Jennings - Pet shop pussy

"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.

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.