Rick Jennings - Pet shop pussy

Delight was certainly what Justin Whitlock was experiencing. And the look of pleasure he saw mirrored on Pam's face turned him on all the more. Her excitement reflected his own wild pleasure and he kept milking his tool, one thick spurt of semen followed by another until he had succeeded in draining his balls of every last hot drop of come they had held.

Finally, Justin sank back and rested on his elbows. Bix was still licking and tonguing his asshole and Whitlock smiled dreamily at Pam Harper, absolutely content and pleased with himself and the way everything had worked out exactly the way he had long desired. He made no attempt to push Bix aside and right then and there, Justin knew that the Scottie had been just as cleverly trained as Holmes, that he had met someone who shared his same wild passion for bestiality and torrid animal sex.

Needless to say, he couldn't have been more pleased.

"I'd just turned fifteen and Sparky was a stupid name, but I was a kid. Besides, he was a pretty stupid cocker spaniel. Except that he had a tongue on him that went on for days," she giggled, accepting his offer of a joint as they sat cross-legged on the floor, knees touching, eyes drilling right into each other.

"Go on. I'm listening," Justin replied, waiting for her to inhale some grass before he took the joint back from her. He was already cresting a high, stoned on the dope and stoned on her sheer physical presence. It was as if there was so much to catch up on and he was content to watch her as she spoke, to listen to her telling him about the first time she had had sex with an animal.

"So there I was, fifteen; the product of a bloody awful first fuck with this jock prick in high school named… yeah, I still remember. His name was Barry Galena and he was a shithead, Justin, a real stupid ass," Pam went on, rushing from the dope and becoming just as stoned as he was. "So anyway, I was alone in my room with Sparky and well, I don't know, he started licking me when I was playing with him. It was right before I was ready to go to bed. And… and I liked it, that's the point I'm trying to bring out. I really dug feeling his tongue going in and out of my cunt."

"Did you let him fuck you that night?"

Pam nodded her head, a blush creeping across her cheeks. She had never told anyone about this before, not even her closest friends. But in front of Justin it seemed perfectly normal. Indeed, that's just what he had called it after they had recovered from their searing bout of bestial sex.

"It's cool, normal. You dig it; I dig it so there's no hassle. What two consenting adults and two consenting dogs do in the privacy of their own home is their business and their business only," he had told her, half-joking but totally serious in his intent.

She believed him. Or at least, she wanted to believe him. But it was still strange talking about it, describing how she had "discovered" Sparky's cock, how she had rubbed her fingers up and down his hairy sheath until his slim pink doodle had slid out into the open and how, when she had gotten it all the way out into the open, she had turned over, letting the dog take over from there.

"And he did it. He didn't have to be told or even pushed into place," she went on. "And all the while I was loving it and thinking that it served Barry right for taking my cherry the way he had, so violently… so lacking in feeling that when he had finished… and I hadn't even come, besides… I felt used, like a dirty piece of toilet paper.

"But Sparky was devoid of emotions; he was an animal and what he did to me was just plain animal sex. I didn't have to communicate with him, or even trust his loyalties. I just let him pound his dick in and out of my cunt and that night I came, came like I'd never come before.

"It was just… just unreal," she concluded. "But it's silly talking about it, isn't it. I mean, I had that dream about you, a man I mean. Not a dog, for God sakes."

"I haven't told you what ol' Holmes here does for me on occasion," Justin announced as soon as she had finished.

"What?"

"Guess."

"No, I can't, that's unfair," Pam giggled. "Wait… I know. He… he goes down on you, right? You've trained him to suck you off, and rim you, too," she added quickly. "Just the way Bix does for me. Is that it? Did I guess right?"

"Well," he hesitated, grinning at her and loving everything that was happening. "You're halfway right. I mean, he does do all that, lick my cock and slurp my come down, to be gross about it. But he does something even more way-out than just all that tonguing shit."

"What?"

"Well, you don't expect me to describe it; do you? I mean, I'll just have to get him to do it to me. Would you dig that, Pam?" he asked.

She nodded her head, stoned and feeling like a little girl, playing house. There they were, sitting cross-legged on the carpet, stark naked and now stoned and delighted to just be able to stare at each other. Pam couldn't stop looking at Justin and though she was yet to experience the pleasure of feeling his cock tunneling in and out of her pussy, she knew that before he walked her back to her apartment that part of their affair would be consummated. And consummated to the point of absolute success and sheer exhausted delight.

She had recovered her strength and her sexual appetites, blocked for what seemed like a lifetime, rather than five years on and off, were more insatiable than ever. She gazed in awe at his hard muscled body, the planes of his torso, the ringlets of black chest hair. And drooping down so that the head touched the floor, his limp yet sizable cock made her eyes open wide with lust and desire. It was draped over his balls, limp yet not shriveled as she had noticed so many other cocks got when they were detumescent. Justin's pecker was all white and smooth and she could tell from its size that once it got erect again, it was going to be just as impressive as she had first thought.

Unable to resist, she reached out, lifted it up off of his balls and fondled it in one hand. He sighed with stoned delight and his red-rimmed eyes drilled into her, still able to see the thin yellowish clots of drying dog-come which adhered to her blonde pubic nest.

He knew she would freak out when she discovered what he had taught Holmes to do to him. Few chicks were into any of this kind of sexplay, but Pamela was right there with him, sharing his taste for all that was bizarre and bestial.

"That feels so good, the way you just tickle my meat," he whispered, licking his lips and then wiggling his tongue at her.

Her nipples were still hard, taut little cones that projected from the ends of her knockers. They were surrounded by the rosy-red flesh of her aureoles, small as silver dollars. The smooth lines of her figure, the lushness of her hips and the tight gripping warmth he knew her cunt was capable of exerting, all combined to arouse him in no time at all.

And the more he stared at her, the more secure within herself Pam became. She stroked lightly, gently, sliding her fingers back and forth; threading them through the wiry thicket of coarse black hair that grew around his thickening member. It delighted to watch his peter grow, to increase in length and width.

She was inducing this growth and for the moment she ignored the two dogs, even her own curiosity about what he had taught Holmes to do. Whatever it was, she didn't doubt for one minute that it would be just as exciting as what had happened earlier. But now, she wanted to feel his cock moving inside of her, not an animal's.

Justin leaned back and stretched one and then the other leg out alongside of her. He threw his head back and closed his eyes; concentrating on the pleasure she was giving him.

His palms pressed down onto the carpeted floor and he thrust his crotch up demandingly. By this time, his cock was almost fully erect, filling her hand with its surging strength and warmth.