Rick Jennings - Pet shop pussy

"I'm… I'm gonna come!" she squealed, breathless now as she felt her climax suddenly rearing over her like a leaping beast, hurtling through her body with all the maddened force of her wild delight. She stiffened and hungrily pulled Bix over so that she was able to turn her head to the side and ram her mouth down over the Scottie's wet and slippery penis.

Bix licked her face and yapped with delight the instant she glued her lips around the thin finger of his meat. And then she began to come, her climax triggered by the wild pleasure that was surrounding her. Justin thrust more angrily, hammering in and out, ramming so hard and fast that he knocked her breathless.

Her groans were muffled now as she tightened her oral hold around Bix's tool, tasting the oily secretions which lubricated his reddened and glistening dick. The odor of his body turned her on as well and she kept on coming, hot gushes of sap drooling down her shuddering vaginal walls.

The additional lubrication coated Whitlock's penis. He was being whipped up into a frenzy of wild passion, stimulated front and behind him, pounding mercilessly and vigorously, the Doberman kept at it with howling ecstasy. Justin squeezed his sphincter muscles as tightly as he could, exerting additional pressure and friction around his prostate gland.

And Pam still kept on coming, so beyond control that she stuffed the entire length of Bix's short carrot-thin cock right down her throat. Her lips nuzzled his black tight little balls and the Scottie was already imitating Justin and Holmes' wild bucking movements, humping in and out of Pam Harper's mouth.

She kept shaking, twisting her body left and right as Justin continued to milk her of pleasure. She had never known sex like this, never before having experienced the intense pleasure, which now flowed through her body.

"Do it, come, keep coming," he begged, milking her dry as he kept on pounding his meat in and out of her pussy. He wanted to shoot his own thick hot load, but he waited until the two dogs had reached the point of ejaculation before letting loose his own brand of seminal acrobatics.

And since he was a man who had learned the meaning of self-control, he was able to hold back and stop himself from shooting before he wanted to. Pam finally sank down on the floor, her body soaking wet and her skin suffused with the ruddy hue of her sexual release.

But even then, despite her fatigue, she didn't stop working on her dog's pecker. She kept her lips glued tightly around the thin slippery hard length of Bix's cock. Training had taught the dog how to deal with her, how not to move too vigorously, but to allow Pam to do the back and forth thrusting.

And this she did, spearing her tongue over his wet surging boner while she pulled her lips over his cock and moved her head back and forth. The sight turned Justin on even more. Behind him, his prostate tingling and seemingly on fire from the unending barrage of fast penetrating cock-strokes, Holmes was about to explode.

The Doberman howled and bayed into the air, thrusting madly now, fucking with short precise strokes. And then he let loose so that Justin was able to feel the sudden series of muscular contractions that signaled the dog's canine ejaculation.

"He's coming!" he cried out to Pam, tightening his sphincter muscles as best he could so that the additional grip he exerted around the dog's penis made Holmes bark wildly, yapping again and again, even as runny spurts of dogcome began to splash into the depths of Justin Whitlock's asshole.

He could just about feel the come spurting into his ass and he threw himself forward, grinding his hips down against Pam's cunt as if he fully intended to stuff his balls into her slippery and tightly gripping muff.

The head of his tool banged against her cervix, triggering yet another orgasm. Her clit was pressed down against his meat and she shuddered and thrashed about on the floor, sucking more heatedly and excitedly on Bix's bony article.

The Scottie, heated up by the smells and pleasures of sex, was about to release his own load of semen in just another moment. Holmes was still howling, still jerking so that the knot of his prostate gland kept rubbing around the hairy rim of Justin's inflamed and stimulated poop.

And then it was Whitlock's turn to demonstrate what he had to offer in the way of hot cream. He suddenly stiffened and didn't fight himself any longer, allowing himself to experience the pleasure of releasing his pent-up load of jism. Though not nearly as thick nor abundant as his first copious load, it was still a good strong spend, all things considered.

Open-eyed and delighted, Pam squeezed her cunt muscles as tightly and grippingly as she could, able to feel the way Justin's penis suddenly convulsed as hot goblets of come began to pour out of the head of his burning quivering rod.

"Yes, do it, feel me coming, feel it, all this come. Suck on Bixie, suck his cream, his cream," Whitlock groaned incoherently, his body glowing as he plowed down and held himself stiffly, shooting one thick gushing wad of cream after another. He wanted to flood her cunt with his load, wanted to feel his sap dribbling down over his ejaculating hose, oozing out like syrup around the puffy and tender lips of her twat.

Holmes slid back until his own cock eased its way out of Justin's inflamed asshole. Thin rivulets of dog-come oozed out around the hairy reddened aperture, dribbling down along Justin's bum furrow and trickling over his pendulous hot nuts.

Holmes yapped and then, as more come spurted out, Justin milking himself by squeezing his muscles again and again, Bix went over the edge, joining him in the explosive bestial passion of the moment. Suddenly, Pam's mouth was filled with thin salty dog-come, pasty tasting fluid which she sucked down, savoring the animal taste and smell of the terrier's crotch.

Her loud gurgles of pleasure mingled with the uproar echoing all around her. Justin was groaning and bellowing with pleasure while Bix yapped loudly, shrill barks which pierced the warm close air. Holmes lay down on the floor, his tongue hanging out from between his jowls, too exhausted to move or partake any further in the wild sexual fun and games of the afternoon.

And all this time Pam was still sucking down dog-come, still feeling Justin Whitlock's cream shooting into her cunt. Her cooze was now flooded with semen and at last, having succeeded in helping Justin to come, his balls depleted like eggs sucked from their shells, she finally relinquished her grip on the Scottie's pecker and eased Bix away from her face.

Yellow curds of canine semen flecked her lips and he leaned over and pressed his mouth over hers, tasting Bix's cream. He swallowed the unctuous slippery fluid and sank down against her, cradling Pam in his arms.

His sweaty hairy chest rubbed over her tits and she shuddered, so content, so totally pleased and delighted with what had just taken place, that words were unnecessary and inadequate to express her satisfaction and sense of complete and total sexual and emotional fulfillment.

Justin clung to her, sucking on her lips and tongue, cradling her in his arms. He held onto her and gently rolled over so that they were now lying on their sides. His cock was beginning to go soft and limp inside of her come-filled twat, but he made no move to pull himself free and ease his pecker out of her muff.

"Just be like this, just the way you are, and we'll never have to be alone again," he whispered. And when she smiled and nodded her head, Justin leaned back against the floor and tried to catch his breath.

The afternoon was not yet over.

When Justin Whitlock's cock had gone limp and detumescent, a soft yet meaty sausage floating inside of her swampy and come-filled twat, he gently eased it out into the open. She gripped it hotly, wanting him to get hard again; wanting to be fucked a third time.