Rick Jennings - Pet shop pussy

Once she was leaning all the way back, her hair trailing against the floor, Justin began to rise up, pulling his legs back until he first moved into a kneeling crouch. And all this time he was still keeping his cock in place. The complicated gymnastics delighted her and she flowed with her pleasure, watching him as if she had never known such complete and total happiness in all of her life.

Now that he was resting on his knees and the backs of his legs, her own legs stretched out before him, he didn't hesitate to slide his feet back so that soon enough he was in the position he desired, facing her and penetrating her frontally. He bent his knees and pressed his palms down, right alongside of her shoulders.

"Lift your legs, over my shoulders," he told her.

She lifted up her feet, her ass now raised off of the floor. Another heated whimper escaped her lips, for the moment she had hooked her knees over his burly wide-set shoulders, even more of his cock slid into place, the very base of his hose now rubbing in and out of her inflamed and swampy vulva.

"Oh, do it, yes. Fuck me, pound it in," she said. She winced when he started to give her what she wanted, all eyes to their tangle of pubic fur.

He pounded in and out, his cock-strokes fast and sure. Each downward plunge brought her closer to her climax and her cunt muscles began to fibrillate, clenching and unclenching around the surging moving length of his penis.

Her cunt was hotter than ever and the underside of his dick created a delicious friction against her clitoris. She howled more excitedly, trying to meet his back and forth rhythmic strokes. Justin was sweating profusely, droplets of perspiration, trickling down his chest and underarms.

It dribbled onto her naked body and each time he dug into her, his ass muscles tightened accordingly, his meaty buns dimpling as he thrust with maddened fury and intensity. "Faster, faster," she begged. He quickened the tempo of his insertions; rapid dog-like jabs, choppy and swift.

"Don't come, not yet, not yet," he gasped and he looked beyond her then to Holmes, knowing it was time to demonstrate the trick he had taught his dog to perform. He had fantasized this too, fucking a chick while being fucked at the same time. But not by a guy, certainly. No, for now he fully intended to have his prostate massaged as if by a hot wet finger. And that, needless to say, was what Holmes was going to give him by using his long thinnish bony pecker.

He knelt there, gripped her more firmly and thrust his naked buns back in the air. Holmes leaned over and gave Pam's tits a perfunctory lick before trotting around to face his master's outthrust backside.

Pam saw the Doberman moving around. She thought the dog was going to rim out Justin's asshole. But then she remembered that she had guessed just that and he had told her the act would involve something else entirely.

When the pinscher threw his front paws up over Justin Whitlock's back, Pam opened her eyes wide with disbelief. "But how?" she muttered. "What's… what's he going to do to you?"

"He's gonna fuck me up the ass, kiddo," smirked Justin, enjoying the look of sheer amazement and surprise which flashed across her flushed and reddened face.

"He's gonna do what?"

"He's gonna stuff his dick right up my hole, that's what. Haven't you ever finger-fucked a guy's asshole before?"

"No, no never. Doesn't it hurt?"

"Shit no. The swelling of the prostate gland is right inside a guy's asshole and when it's massaged it makes everything so much more exciting, like unreal," Justin explained patiently, even as Holmes was jerking behind him, trying to fit his naked and glistening red dogcock right into his master's hairy asshole.

Pam shook her head. It was all too new to her. But it certainly didn't turn her off. She could smell the randy odor they were all giving off, the humans as well as the dogs and now she lifted her face and strained to see what Holmes was about to perform.

"Did you ever let Bix fuck you up the ass?"

"Once… well, a couple of times," she finally admitted, a little embarrassed that buggery and corn-holing were yet another facet of her bestial repertoire.

"Well, it's the same thing, only it's the prostate that gets stimulated," and saying this he reached back with one hand, sliding his fingers down past his balls and underneath to his ass. He immediately could feel the hairy sheath at the base of the Doberman's penis and he squeezed it hotly and loosened his anal muscles. He wiggled his buttocks back against the dog's smooth furry belly, trying at the same time to manipulate Holmes' dick so that the pointy wet tip would make contact with his anus.

It took about a minute, during which time Holmes was yapping and howling, refusing to sit still. He kept jerking, fucking blindly until the head of his bony article finally made contact, right where Justin felt it belonged.

He pulled the dog closer against him, his muscles loose and relaxed. His bottom-hole was slightly dilated, enough for the dog to be able to push his pointy cock head right inside his master's rectum. And when this point of entry was accomplished, Justin let go of Holmes' boner and slid his hand back, pressing his fingers over Pam's mouth.

"Lick them. Smell the dog," he said with wide and excited eyes.

She inhaled the cloying musty smell and lashed her tongue over his fingers, tasting the same oily secretions she had previously sucked down whenever she had taken Bix's cock between her lips. And that too was something she decided, right then and there, to indulge in, sensing the way it would arouse both her and Justin to an even more maddened degree.

But before she called Bix over to her, the Scottie was already leaning over her sweaty chest, his hard raspy tongue flicking across one of her tits. The terrier licked and drooled over her inflamed and turgid nipple and shivers of pleasure flooded her body, mingling with the pleasure of Justin's deeply buried hardon.

He still hadn't begun to stroke again, waiting for the Doberman to fully insert his pencil-thin dick. And that was accomplished even as Pam licked his fingers. Behind him, his front paws pressed down against his back and shoulders, Holmes kept licking along the nape of Justin's neck. The dog was bucking and jerking, stabbing forward so that more and more of his tool slid into place.

Justin moaned the instant the dog's cock passed over the chestnut-sized swelling of his prostate gland. Wonderfully massaged, tickled and stimulated, his prostate burned and his balls smacked fitfully against Pam Harper's upraised ass.

"Come on, boy, more," he moaned as the dog shoved deeper until nearly seven thin inches of bony canine cock was buried into place. It was housed right inside the dry tight confines of Justin's rectum. The dog's pecker had been glistening wet, lubricated with oily secretions. Suitably lubricated it now moved even more easily than a finger would have done, surging in and out as Holmes really started ass-fucking in earnest.

Dog drool slid down Justin's back and once Holmes started thrusting, using the same short heated jabs he had done when he had pounded in and out of Pam's cunt, Justin began to move, almost in unison. He thrust back and forth, slamming his burning tool deep within Pam's muff.

And when she reached out and pulled Bix over so that she could wrap her lips around the terrier's naked and exposed pecker, Justin was more aroused than he had ever felt before. He hadn't even expected her to do this, nor had he even dared to ask her to perform fellatio on her pet.

"Oh yeah, do it, right on," he said with a leering grin. "Suck on the pooch's pecker, baby. Lick it good and make him come. Taste his come going down your throat, nice and hot and slimy."

Pam squeezed her cunt muscles more vigorously, wordlessly responding to Justin's heated cries. She could feel the additional weight of Holmes, ramming his boner in and out of Whitlock's ass. And though she was not able to see it actually taking place, she could tell by the look of wild-eyed delight that Justin exhibited, that he was loving every fierce and frantic stroke, even as much as he was loving plowing in and out of her hot and slippery muff.