Rick Jennings - Pet shop pussy

But it was no disease which had given Lloyd his exceptionally vigorous equipment, equipment which Justin knew Pam would not believe real, even when she saw it with her own two eyes. The stomping of hooves echoed in the air and he pulled the barn door open and stuck his head inside, motioning Pam to silence. Then, tiptoeing forward, he led her into the musty wooden structure, trying not to betray his presence as dry straw cracked and rustled beneath their feet.

"Shh," he whispered, pointing to the far end of the barn where a wooden stall obscured the frenzy of activity taking place within its narrow confines. "Don't say a word."

Pam still had no idea of what was happening. But she trusted Justin to the letter and followed him, trying to be as silent as she could. Once they reached the paddock, the sound of hoofbeats and snorting equine whinnies was louder than ever. She looked down, able to see the inside of the stall, visible between the space of two warped and weathered boards.

And when she saw not only four equine hoofs, but a pair of booted human feet, she knew what was happening even before Justin hoisted her up so that she could peer over the top edge of one side of the wooden stall.

No sooner had she trained her eyes into the stall, when she gave a gasp of such incredible disbelief that her breath stuck in her throat and her eyes remained wide and glassy, stuck open with the sheer intensity of her amazement.

Fortunately or perhaps not, the mare within the stall was bucking and snorting, squealing out so loudly that the man who was positioned right behind the frenzied animal failed to hear Pam Harper's loud gasp of complete and utter disbelief.

Justin pulled himself up until he too was able to peer inside the narrow confines of the animal's pen. It was Lloyd all right, busy as always and now so intensely preoccupied that he was oblivious to their presence, to their twin looks of sheer and dumbfounded amazement, their faces reddened with hot blushes of awe and wonder.

Even Justin, who had experienced exactly what Lloyd was doing, who had seen his friend performing in this manner on several occasions in the past, was still shocked and filled with wonder as well as envy. For now, as he and Pam kept staring with wild-eyed astonishment, marveling at Lloyd's unique and unparalleled performance, they could see exactly what was causing all the racket inside of the wooden stall.

Lloyd was positioned directly behind the outspread legs of a chestnut mare. She was no oversized quarter horse, ill suited to this kind of activity, but a small Shetland pony, not very many hands high. And her short compact size suited Lloyd's needs and bestial desires perfectly.

He did not have to perch himself on top of a wooden box to gain access to the pony's swollen and oversized violet genitals, but merely had to position himself directly behind her hindquarters, taking care to avoid an occasional backward kick from her stomping hooves.

Pam just couldn't believe her eyes, to put it mildly. Her nostrils winced as she inhaled the strong biting odor which now wafted up in the air, a pungent steamy aroma that became more heavy, more cloying and intense with the passage of each second. And as her nostrils kept flaring open, as she kept her eyes glued straight before her, she watched the way Justin's friend was slamming his cock in and out of the mare's swollen and lubricious hole.

He had seemingly rammed his hose right through the horsehair of her tail, ensheathing himself up to the root. His pistoning member hurtled back and forth with engine-like force and Lloyd was sweating as copiously as the pony, his hands gripping the mare's flanks and his feet planted stolidly behind her.

His jeans were bunched around the tops of his boots and he wore no shirt, his naked body bristling with the same kind of muscular energy his cock was now vigorously displaying. But it was no ordinary cock and that, coupled with the sight of a man fucking a horse, all combined to make Pam feel weak with disbelief and sudden unprecedented desire.

A violent tremor seized her body and she clung to the top edge of the stall, nearly falling back and losing her balance as she suddenly began to come, right then and there. Hot curds of sap streamed down her feverish cunt walls, dripping down along the insides of her shuddering thighs.

Had there been a stallion in the barn, she would no doubt have thrown herself upon the animal, exhibiting the same kind of insatiable sexual frenzy Lloyd was demonstrating. If anything, it was what had turned her on so completely and now, shivering and caught up in the throes of her inexplicable release, Pam could only hold onto the top edge of the stall as if for dear life.

It was then that Lloyd heard her and the red-faced man turned his head in her direction. He broke into a broad and toothy grin, never stopping his strenuous exercises for one second. Justin winked back and said nothing. He didn't know that Pam was coming, all eyes to the way Lloyd was slamming his penis in and out of the mare's slobbering and juicy trench.

The pony was whinnying frantically and the biting aroma filled his senses. But what amazed him even more than this, was the way Lloyd was going at it with superhuman endurance and delight. Justin had done the very same thing. But despite the handsome and far from puny dimensions of his own stiff-standing pecker, he had found the pony's pussy far too big for him to really enjoy the rare bestial pleasure of plowing in and out of her ravished twat.

Not so for Lloyd.

Justin could tell at a glance that the fit was perfect, that the Shetland pony's cunt afforded Lloyd excellent tactility and a stimulating, frictioning grip. Fuck, he thought to himself, she doesn't need a stallion… she has one.

Pam was thinking along identical lines, still not believing her eyes or the fact that she had orgasmed so spontaneously, not even having touched herself before her passions had exploded, clutching at her insides.

More cunt juice dripped down between her legs. Her panties were soaking wet and she knew that if she took them off, she would be just about able to wring them out like a dishrag. But before that happened, Lloyd – now made aware of their dual presence in the barn – put on the final surges of energy, heading towards the grand-slam finish.

His fingers gripped the pony's flanks as tightly as he could. He thrust maddeningly, his heavy grapefruit-sized balls smacking like a cudgel between his straining loins. But it was his cock that felt the tight tension of the pony's burning cunt. The mare kept neighing and the muscular walls of her lubricated vagina seemed to ripple burningly again and again, clutching as if to evacuate Lloyd's preposterously Brobdingnagian tool.

For that and that alone was what had gotten to Pam Harper. Not the pungent cloying sexual aroma of the man fornicating with the horse. Not the way the pony was whinnying in heated animalistic response. It was not these things, highly arousing unto themselves, or even the fact that Lloyd was built along similar muscular lines as Justin.

No, it was simply the man's cock that had made Pam nearly topple off the wooden railing against which she now clung as precariously as the last leaf on a wind-lashed branch. Her eyes were glued between the man's legs and even as she stared, Lloyd suddenly stiffened and let loose.

A loud frenzied scream bubbled forth from between his lips. He hung onto the pony's flanks as if for dear life while she, in turn, neighed frantically and raised her front hooves, striking the side of the stall with stomping agony.

"Yes, here it comes, Babe, now, feel it, Babe, now!" Lloyd screamed out to Babe, the Shetland pony he had decided to bugger that afternoon.

Whether Babe was responding or not was something neither Justin nor Pam even worried or thought about. It was Lloyd's response that was getting to them and no longer able to control himself, the muscular "farmer" flung himself forward and pressed his chest down against the pony's back.