Rick Jennings: Pet shop pussy

As with animals, his torso was covered with a thick luxuriant pelt of jet-black body hair, chest hair, which fanned out over his pectorals and nipples and then tapered down to a V which became a narrow line over his belly, thickening again at his groin. It was a pattern, like the pattern of fur along Bix's belly and the more she looked up at him, the more animalistic and savage he seemed to become.

Having satisfied her sexual urges through the use of Bix's thin carrot-shaped penis, she now was contemplating satisfying her libidinal needs with a bear, a gorilla, a man-ape. His features grew blurry, wavering before her eyes and she smiled to herself, knowing then that he was no ordinary man, that he had begun to release the animal she had long known to be lurking right underneath the surface of his skin.

Animals reacted instinctively, maddened by the grunts and smells of sex. So Pam kept licking Justin's boner until he too was sobbing with pleasure, his chest heaving as he sucked in his breath and gasped with astonished delight, amazed at the skill she was demonstrating, the expertise of using her lips and tongue to give him incredibly potent erotic delight.

She'll love it, all of it, everything I have planned for us, he told himself then, knowing it was high time they got started. He glanced over his shoulder, not surprised to see how the Scottie and the Doberman pinscher were sitting there across the room, their tongues hanging out, drool collecting on the carpet and their eyes riveted to their two owners.

Their look of intense concentration was one thing. But what intrigued him more was another facet of their canine interest and curiosity. He was certain that both dogs could easily smell the sexual aromas, which emanated from his as well as Pam's body. And when he looked lower, squinting slightly since they were half-hidden in shadow, he smiled to himself and knew that everything was going to work out just fine, exactly the way he had long imagined.

He too was a person fond of fantasies, erotic daydreams in particular. And one of these numerous recurring sexual reveries centered upon a man, a girl, and a dog. Now, he was the man. Pam was the ripe and succulent young woman, and Holmes – and even Bix, he decided in a flash – was the dog.

For now, arching up along the underside of the pinscher's liver-hued and short-coated belly, was the hard bony length of his half-exposed penis. Having seen and felt the Doberman's pecker in the past, Justin knew exactly how long it could grow. In fact, he had once measured it out of curiosity, pleased and surprised when the ruler had declared that at its fullest, Holmes' reddened and slippery cock was exactly seven inches long, from the base of its hairy sheath to the pointy triangular head.

Although just about as thick around as his middle finger, its hard spike-like length would suit his purposes admirably. Now, as he continued to shudder and experience the pleasurable rushes that Pam was enabling him to feel, he winked at Holmes and nodded his head at the same time.

As with Bix, the Doberman was well trained. No sooner had its master nodded his head, when he got to his feet, stretched for a moment and then trotted obediently forward, his long wet tongue hanging out from between his jowls.

Pam was so involved in sucking off Justin that she didn't even see the Doberman moving forward across the room. She had let go of his buns, sliding her fingers back around so that even as she rubbed the swollen and leaking cock head against her lips and tongue, she was able to slide her fingers up and down along the hard jutting length of his ivory-white cockshaft.

Blue veins corded the muscular surface and she pulled his cock down so that instead of rising up nearly parallel to his lean washboard stomach, it now made a ninety-degree angle from his belly, pointed and aimed right between her lips.

Justin smiled wickedly to himself and motioned Holmes to move around. It was not so much a question of canine intelligence as it was simply a matter of instinct. The dog's naturally inquisitive nature, coupled with the training it had received from its master, enabled Holmes to make all the right choices.

Foam flecked his jowls and the air was steamy with the odor of sweaty randy naked bodies. Justin managed to pull his boots off so that he could step out of his jeans and be as stark and invitingly naked as Pam Harper.

And no sooner had this been accomplished than he slowly sank down onto his own knees, forcing Pam to lean forward until she had to press her palms flat against the carpet. She was now on her hands and knees; still sucking on his burning joystick.

"Don't stop, not yet," he muttered hotly, goading her on, thrusting gently yet insistently forward so that once again her mouth was filled with more than half the length of his hard and throbbing member.

It was then that Holmes got into the act, just the way Justin Whitlock had long imagined. No sooner had Pam positioned herself on her hands and knees, oblivious to anything but Justin's hairy crotch and the promise of sexual pleasure his huge burning organ would soon be giving her, when the Doberman moved around and suddenly jumped up onto Pam's back.

Pam gave a muffled scream of surprise, her cry stifled since she still had Justin's dick moving in and out of her mouth. Immediately, sensing her rising panic, he grabbed hold of her shoulders to steady her and pin her down to the floor.

"Just relax. You'll love it," he said hotly, glad that he had cut Holmes' nails just the day before. They were short and filed smooth so he knew that she certainly wasn't going to feel any pain from his claws.

Meanwhile, even as she tried to jerk backwards, feeling the weight of the Doberman's powerfully muscled body bearing down along her back, Holmes was jerking blindly forward, baying and howling as he thrust impatiently, trying to ram his fully exposed and glistening wet pecker right between the lips of Pam Harper's overheated cooze.

Her anus would have been easier to penetrate, but now, for this first experience, Justin wanted her to feel the dog's cock surging in and out of her snatch. That she had enjoyed this kind of bestial activity with her own dog, Bix, was something he still knew nothing about.

As for Pam, she was indeed panic-stricken, trying to pull free, not understanding what was taking place, if the dog had done this on its own accord or if Justin had really planned it to happen this way. The fact that he was holding her down on the floor, thrusting forward so that the head of his thick dick actually passed into her throat, soon made it quite clear that even if Holmes had acted instinctively, Justin did not intend to see her put a stop to the Doberman's frenzied bout of canine balling.

"Come on, relax. It won't hurt," he told her then, greedy to see the act through to the bitter end. His pubes nuzzled her lips and cheeks and she was choking on his pulsating organ while, right behind her, Holmes was barking frantically, still trying to shove his long thin pencil of a cock down into place.

Justin decided to act and he let go of her, keeping one hand on the back of her neck so she couldn't pull free. Pam kept gasping, but even then Justin was reaching down between her legs, bending forward so that he was able to grab hold of the edges of the Doberman's slick wet pecker.

It took all of five seconds for him to shove the pointy head of the animal's penis right between the puffy dilated lips of Pam Harper's muff. And the instant that Holmes' dong made contact, he let go and reached back to hold her down on the floor.

Only now, he was the victim of surprise, not Pam. For no sooner had Holmes succeeded through Justin Whitlock's help in ramming all seven carrot-shaped inches of dog-cock into place, when she gave up and sank down, whimpering with undeniable pleasure, her muted gurgles audible even as her tongue lashed defiantly up and down along the bloated length of his penis.