Rick Jennings - Pet shop pussy

Another series of muscular tremors coursed through his body and then, as he began to moan with frantic pleasure and delight, his balls contracted. The first lightning-like bolts of semen flew up the deeply ensheathed length of his tool, splashing out of his unseen glans.

A veritable flood of semen now began to pour mercilessly into the pony's ravished vagina, hot curds of lubricious jism that cascaded like a fountain or a fire hose gone out of control. Babe slowly began to quiet down as more and more cream surged into her muff.

And all this time, even as Pam and Justin kept staring, open-mouthed with awe, wonder and wild lusty delight, Lloyd kept moaning like a lunatic. He was barely able to see straight, having purposely denied himself a fuck with Babe for nearly a week. Now, his pent-up sexual needs and passions were exploding and he could think of nothing but the insensible pleasure he was deriving.

But finally, his balls were drained dry and he could come no longer. He leaned against Babe and gasped as he tried to catch his breath. Pam and Justin said nothing, still staring, dazzled by Lloyd's frenzied and supersexual performance.

Justin had seen his friend in action before, but rarely as heatedly and frenetically as he had been during these past few minutes. Pam let out a soft low-pitched sigh and shook her head, waiting to see what would happen when Justin's friend pulled back, releasing his cock from Babe's tight vaginal grip.

It happened less than a minute later. Suitably recovered, Lloyd wiped his hand across his forehead and gently eased back, pushing Babe away from him. She lowered her head and shook her mane, no doubt thankful that the ordeal was finally at an end.

Then, with a loud lubricious sound, a series of squishing noises, Lloyd pulled his unerect cock out into the open. Pam opened her eyes even wider, took one look at the length of hose which now dangled about the man's knees, and fell back as if she was going to faint dead away.

Justin caught her as she toppled off her perch. He grabbed her up in his arms with a laugh, gently slapping her across the face. She looked at him; unable to speak; still not believing that what she had just seen had not been a mirage, some freaky erotic hallucination.

But as she stood upright again, the stall door opened and a grinning amused Lloyd stepped out before them, his jeans still down around his ankles, his pride etched across the surface of his skin. "What's all the big excitement about?" he said, staring right at Pam with a look of leering wolfish desire.

And once again, Pam gaped, still not sure if this was all real, if it was happening, and happening to her, right then and there. For she could not stop staring at the immense swollen length of meat which swayed and dangled obscenely between the man's grizzly thickset thighs. Even now, in a flaccid and unerect state, she could immediately ascertain the kind of dimensions it would ultimately achieve when blood was once again pumped and trapped inside the inhumanly oversized weapon.

More than ten inches of proud ivory-white cock hung down to Lloyd's knees, swinging like a length of cream-colored rubber hose. Devoid of foreskin, the naked exposed glans was like the size of her fist, split down the middle by the line of his meatus, his piss-hole capped with a large opalescent drop of after-come.

Flecks of viscous semen adhered to the length of his rod and he allowed her the unspoken privilege of staring at his equipment, letting her gape and take it all in with her wide and disbelieving eyes. Pam could see how the thickness of his shaft nearly matched the same dimension as the circumference of her wrist.

"Unbelievable," she finally said aloud.

"I'd be inclined to agree," seconded Justin, his own potent hard-on still tenting out of the front of his blue jeans. He moved over to Lloyd and extended his hand, thumping his friend good-naturedly on the back. "Pam Harper, I'd like you to meet Lloyd Nichols."

"Pleased to meet you," she whispered as Lloyd hitched up his jeans and with some difficulty managed to stuff his unerect pecker down inside of his dungarees.

"There's a pot of coffee on the stove. How about a cup of coffee before I show you around," Lloyd suggested. And when Pam nodded her head agreeably, he winked at her once again and returned to Babe's stall just long enough to feed her several sugar cubes he kept for just that purpose in one of the pockets of his overalls.

After that treat had been dispensed and Babe's sore and ravished vulva soothed with some medicated ointment, a lotion which Lloyd also kept handy whenever it was necessary to use the stuff, he led them out of the barn and through the back door of the house, right into the sunny and cozy kitchen.

Coffee was certainly in order and the strong brew helped calm Pam down. She sat at the oak table as Justin and Lloyd exchanged small talk, catching up on what had been happening in their lives since they had last seen each other. Her fingers trembled as she recalled all that she had seen, heard and smelled.

Now, more than ever before, she was beginning to understand what Justin had been trying to tell her, what it was he had tried so persistently to explain about the meaning of openness and the definition of commitment and love.

Her reveries and introspective pose were interrupted when Lloyd turned around in his seat to address her. "Tell me, since we really haven't gotten a chance to know each other better, not yet in any event… what did you think of my… uh… my performance back there, in the barn?"

Pam grinned and held onto her coffee mug with both hands. She knew he didn't need her around to flatter him or give him ego-feeding compliments. He was asking a serious question for reasons he alone understood and she cleared her throat and stared him right in the eye, saying, "I won't be content to leave your farm unless you've tried that trick out with me, instead of your horse."

Justin laughed and banged his hands down against the tops of his thighs. "Told you this one was a winner, Lloyd," he announced. "She's got everything going for her. Smarts, looks, the whole number. All we have to teach her this weekend is the meaning of complete and total abandon, giving herself up to hedonism, to sex of every type and description."

She was about to interrupt when she let out a startled little gasp, her hand coming up to her mouth as something trotted unperturbedly into the kitchen. The animal stuck its snout up against Lloyd's leg and waited for Justin's friend to reach down and rub his fingers up against its head.

"I told you all about Chester," Justin grinned.

"Chester?" whispered Pam. She looked down at the animal. It was a solid white pig, its sparsely haired skin glowing as healthily as the coat on a well cared for dog or any other house pet. That reminded her of Bix and Holmes. "Where are the dogs?" she asked.

"Out back, having a ball," Lloyd said, pointing out the kitchen window so that she followed the direction of his out-thrust hand until she saw Bix and Holmes chasing after each other, heading right behind the barn to the alfalfa fields.

She turned her eyes back to stare at the pig, still pushing its snout against Lloyd's knee. "Well, it's time you met Chester here, instead of just hearing about him. Mr. Chester, this here is Miss Pam Harper," Lloyd laughed.

Surprisingly, at least as far as Pam was concerned, the pig turned a pair of doleful interested eyes in her direction. She could swear it was nodding its head at her. Though she had had experience with numerous kinds of animals before, she had never handled pigs in her pet shop.

Having always felt a kind of unspoken aversion to the species, she was now doubly surprised by the fact that she was grinning, not even thinking of Lloyd's porker as your common everyday run-of-the-mill farm swine. "Chester here is a genuine native breed. Comes from Pennsylvania. A Chester White is what they're actually called. I got him when he was just a wee little piglet. And Chester and me have been friends ever since," Lloyd explained.