Rick Jennings - Pet shop pussy

As for Pam, she was riding the crest of her climax, overwhelmed by the intensity of her release. Bix's cock was moving at a breakneck rate, pistoning so quickly that Pam could barely see the way the entire length of the dog's boner was hammering in and out of her tight juicy muff.

Hot floods of sap streamed down, oozing out of her cooze and then down past the bottom edge of her pussy to further lubricate her already sweaty and buttered bum furrow. Justin could feel the warm oily liquid and he pulled her up and down against his meat, his cock squishing impatiently, the folds of penanal flesh surrounding her anus adhering tightly to the sides of his steely member.

"Yes, keep going, don't stop coming," he told her then, panting as he felt himself about to lose control. He kept his hands around her waist and kept pulling her down, forcing her to twist left and right so that his cock seemed to corkscrew in and out of her burning ass.

The pressure of his hard-on and the way Bix was ramming his own pointy stiff dick in and out of her pussy, made Pam continue to shudder, one climax melting imperceptibly into another so that all she could do was moan and shake on the floor, completely out of control.

And then it was Justin's turn, time for him to give in to his own searing brand of erotic release and sexual fulfillment. He rubbed his chest over her back, wrapped his hands around her waist and let loose, no longer interested in holding back. He pumped vigorously and determinedly, pulling her down against him so that she was soon enough lying right on top of his hot naked body. Pam squirmed and thrashed about, feeling the driving power of Justin's meaty dick as it tunneled and scraped in and out of her shuddering poop.

She would never have believed this possible, the intensity of pleasure she was now experiencing, the way more and more cunt juice flooded her quim, the way her orgasms seemed to merge one after another into an incoherent burning peak of erotic fulfillment.

"Please, oh please… yes, come, come with me," she begged, barely able to speak straight as she held Bix in place, savoring the swift penetrating jabs of the Scottie's bony tool.

Even Bix was getting close to the point of ejaculation. He yapped and whimpered the way he did when he slept, pounding his dick deep inside of his master's pussy. The way his cock rubbed over her clit made Pam go berserk and she kept twisting herself on top of Justin's body, feeling the way his skin was touching her flesh, the two of them so completely and totally at one with each other that she wanted it to go on like this forever.

But forever is a long word and Justin couldn't hold back any longer. With a feverish bellow of delight he let loose. His balls seemed to tighten, drawn up high within his dangling scrotal sac. And then, with a supreme physical effort, he hurled himself up against Pam, plowing his cock as deeply inside of her heinie as he possibly could.

Her screams of excitement mingled with Bix's wild yapping and Justin Whitlock's frenzied low-pitched groans. Hot spurts of come began to jettison out of the swollen and deeply buried head of his pecker, splashing thickly into Pam's stuffed and well-filled ass. She could feel the increase in lubricity, the way his boner was shuddering convulsively.

"Yes, shit, feel it, feel the load. Oh shit, so much come, all this fucking come," he panted, babbling incoherently as he was caught up in the throes of his own tumultuous and searing release. They rolled from side to side a moment later, more come still pouring out of the head of Justin's cock, Bix finally joined them in the pleasure of their lusty release.

The dog seemed to stiffen and he howled almost eerily, jerking his wet bony pecker all the way into place. Pam held him down and closed her eyes as the first swift gushes of dog-come poured into her feverish and overheated cooze.

The combination of Bix coming and Justin still shooting his powerful and abundant seed deep within the recesses of her cunt and asshole, served to trigger another series of multiorgasmic tremors. Her skin was ruddy, glowing with color and breathlessly she tried to keep Bix on top of her, not wanting to either relinquish the spearing pleasure of the dog's tool or Justin's hard meaty mallet, filling her ass to the breaking point.

But he could only give her so much. Even as Bix continued to come, Justin sank down on the floor, bathed in the sweat of his delightful exertions. It had been better than he had even dared to imagine the intensity and depth of his orgasm something that still filled him with a sense of awe and wonder.

A minute or two later Bix slid back and sat up on the kitchen floor, yellow dog-come dribbling out of the spikey tip of his bony pecker. More yellow jism matted Pam's tawny pubic bush and she closed her eyes and lay flat on top of Justin, feeling too how his pecker was slowly but surely losing its stiffness and steely rigidity.

He hadn't lied, she knew then. She had been forced to go along with him, at least in the beginning. But now she was glad that she had, that she hadn't put up that much of a fight so as to discourage him completely.

If anything, the way Justin had overpowered her, using mental as well as physical force and violence, now seemed pleasing, especially in retrospect. The element of human and canine rape and forced sodomizing sex had only turned Pam on all the more. As she lay there, she wondered what would happen next, what stage their relationship would move into, taking on another set of values and concepts, strangely perverse, bestial to the extreme, yet unquestionably exciting and erotically rewarding.

She might be wondering what was going to happen. But even then, Justin Whitlock had it all worked out, down to the smallest detail.

In the back seat of the rented car, Bix and Holmes had their front paws up against the edge of the car door. The side windows had been lowered and the Scottish terrier and his companion, Holmes the liver-hued Doberman pinscher, kept their muzzles forward, watching the cars that passed them on the road, moving in the opposite direction from the one Justin was taking.

In the front seat, Pam lit another cigarette and crossed her legs, displaying her inner state of nervousness and anxiety. Justin had told her little about the weekend's outing, only getting her to make the necessary preparations so that the young man who helped out on the weekends could be trusted to run the shop properly that Saturday, as well as to close it up for Sunday.

"Where are we going again?" she asked him, casting Justin a petulant and almost exasperated grin.

"Sidonville my darling. To the sleepy yet lusty little hamlet of Sidonville, U.S.A., located in the very heartland of historic and scenic New England, precious," grinned back Justin. He slid one hand down off the wheel, reached across the front seat and patted her gently on top of her nearest leg. "Now don't get uptight, so early on in the day. After all, it's not even noon. And what are surprises for, anyway, if you know what they're going to turn out to be before they even have a chance to happen."

"Well," she began, unable to come up with the right words. "It's just that…"

"It's just what?"

"It's just so mysterious, that's all. I mean, we're taking this trip, we've been on the road since nine o'clock this morning, and I still haven't the foggiest idea about what's going on, or where we're supposed to end up."

"We're supposed to end up at Sidonville. Or, to be perfectly exact about it, at a small farm… for want of a better word… five or so miles from the town proper," Justin announced.

At the mention of the word farm, Pam sank down against the front seat, not sure if she should be sad or happy, nervous or animated and filled with positive expectations. She recalled then what he had said to her the night they had discussed their relationship, the night which had culminated in a bout of searing anal and animal sex. She cringed slightly, almost as if she could still feel his powerfully thick virile member surging in and out of her stretched and burning asshole.