Rick Jennings - Pet shop pussy

He plowed into her tight little heinie, kept himself completely horsed and ensheathed, right up to his swatting fist-like balls, and then proceeded to pull her back from the table. Careful not to hurt her, for he knew pain could result if he moved too quickly, Justin maneuvered his body and Pam's down to the floor.

Soon she was squatting on all fours and he was kneeling right behind her, holding onto her waist and not her jugs and pounding in and out with renewed excitement. But now, they were in such a position that Bix could finally get into the act.

There could be no doubt that the terrier knew what was taking place. The sights and sounds and aromas that filled the kitchen were all sexual in content and Bix crawled down between Pam's outstretched arms. She had her palms flat on the tile floor and she leaned forward, making room for her dog, delighted then that Bix was going to add to her rapidly mounting sexual pleasure.

"Tell me… everything," groaned Justin, able to see where Bix was headed, tail wagging and tongue extended.

At that moment, even as he doubled the tempo of his battering cock-strokes, loving the way she was getting so accustomed to corn-holing that she worked her buns hotly around his pole, Bix was just beginning to use his tongue with wild canine expertise.

Pam cried out with delight the instant she felt the Scottie's raspy file-like tongue sliding over her juicy quim. Hot sap streamed down between her cunt lobes and Bix licked her moist overheated mons, his cold wet button of a nose tickling her cunt furrow as he tried to push his tongue even deeper inside.

To aid him in that, Justin slid one hand around until his fingers made contact with the top edge of Pam Harper's gaping cunt split. He pushed her cunt lips wider apart, letting go only when he could feel Bix's tongue digging right inside of her dilated split.

"Yes, more, harder. Oh do it, fuck me, pound it in, give it to me," she wailed, the combination of sensations, the bestial tongue sliding around her clit and vulva and Justin's bestial mule-cock ramming in and out of her tight burning asshole, all served to arouse her to a fever pitch of imminent release.

Her cunt walls fluttered again and again and Justin ground his hips against her buttocks. He held onto her waist and thrust with maddened delight, knowing that at this rate he wasn't going to be able to maintain his usual tempered control for too much longer.

"I'll come… make me come. It's so big, so fucking thick. You're an animal, a fucking bear!" she groaned. He pulled her sweater up to her neck, leaning forward so that he could rub his hairy chest over her back. His fingers pulled at her tits; squeezing them and tweaking each ruddy turgid nipple.

Every part of her body was on fire and she felt her climax rearing up inside of her, ready to take flight, to explode with passion and unbelievable delight. Justin's nuts kept tickling her cunt lips and Bix continued to lick and sponge down her muff with his hard rough-edged tongue.

It was then that Justin saw another searing erotic image flashing across his mind. His imagination took wing, fed by the rare pleasures of Pam Harper's hot young body and her hot tight ass, in particular. He hadn't even thought of this, but now he was determined to see the new idea through, to make it happen just as he had made her accept his hard bristling pecker.

So he stopped short and gasped for breath. "Don't… don't come yet. Wait," he stammered, his hard muscular chest rising and falling as he tried to calm down and not shoot his load prematurely.

It was all she could do to hold her own orgasm back. And when he urged her to push Bix away from her cunt, she was more than just reluctant to do so. Nevertheless, she followed his orders, knowing that he was not doing this merely to prevent her from enjoying herself.

"Now just move with me," he told her then. Ever so carefully, still keeping his pecker completely buried inside of her shuddering clutching poop-chute, Justin eased his legs out from under him, first one and then the other.

He stretched them out as Pam kept kneeling on all fours. When he managed to slide his legs out, he was thus able to lie back on the kitchen floor. "Now stretch your legs out and lean back against me," he said, gasping loudly. He pushed forward, making sure that his cock didn't slip out of the delicious confinement of her tight little bottom.

Pam grunted and with some difficulty finally managed to change positions without losing his hard jutting cock. She was soon enough leaning back against him. Justin pulled her sweater down, hoped the positioning wouldn't prove to be a hindrance, and stretched his arms back behind him, palms flat on the floor to support his weight.

He lifted himself up, bending his knees and rocking back and forth with his cock completely buried inside of her ass. Her back was against his chest and she bent her own legs, spreading them wide and suddenly realizing why they had gone through all of this complicated repositioning.

Because now, she didn't even need him to tell her what to do next. Her meaty cunt was thrust out and she called Bix over to her so that she was soon enough able to pull his black-haired body right up against her chest. The sweater prevented his nails from digging into her tit-flesh.

She hadn't even considered the fact that Bix's bony doodle wouldn't be hard and glistening, exposed and sticking out from its protective hairy sheath. It was in exactly that rigid erect state and no sooner had she urged him to throw his front paws up against her chest when Bix jerked forward, blindly attempting to ram his bony article right between the twin gaping lips of her shuddering cooze.

Justin grinned broadly; doubly delighted that they had not only succeeded in moving into this new position, but that Pam had known what had motivated him to do so. He hadn't even had to tell her to call Bix over. And that delighted him to no end, demonstrating that she was becoming more sympathetic to his vibes, to his every thought patterns and erotic yearnings.

At that moment Bix succeeded, thanks to the kind attentions of his excited and horny owner. Pam grabbed the dog's bony penis with one hand, pulled Bix down with the other and didn't stop maneuvering him until she felt the pointy head of his wet hot dick rubbing right between her puffy vaginal lips.

And then she let out a low-pitched groan of delight as Bix managed to stuff the entire length of his short though stimulating penis right into place. It scraped delightfully against her inflamed and burning clit and it was then that Justin too began to use his cock with renewed vigor and determination.

He leaned over, able to see exactly what Bix was doing. The sight of the dog's glistening red cock sliding and humping in and out of Pam's muff inflamed his senses and he thrust upwards, even as she alternately ground her ass down over his meat, her cunt muscles shuddering too as they sought to clutch and nip at Bix's bony doodle.

Pam gave in to her delight then, so turned on, so filled with excitement, that she let her climax overwhelm her less than a minute after Bix had rammed the entire hard length of his spike-like pecker into her muff.

Her wild lusty scream of ecstasy aroused Justin to a fever pitch. He pounded in and out, scraping his huge throbbing boner deep within the buttered recesses of her clutching churning ass. "Do it, baby. Shoot it, come, come," he begged, holding onto her even as he corn-holed her ass and watched Bix pumping his dog-meat in and out of her cunt.

Justin could just about feel the invading presence of the terrier's prick, sliding along the other side of the septum that divided Pam's pussy from her ass. It intensified his own sense of pleasure and he worked still harder, wanting to let loose and flood her ass with hot molten jism, thick curds of come to soothe the raw and ravished flesh of her bottom.