Rick Jennings: Pet shop pussy

And the more Bix licked and tongued her pussy, his tongue actually pistoning in and out from between the trembling puffy lips of her vagina, the more aroused Pam Harper fast became. She could feel her climax growing in strength and she began to buck and heave, jerking her crotch back and forth against the terrier's lowered face.

Her strenuous shivering motions seemed to spur the dog on and Bix's hard raspy tongue almost nipped at her cunt as she felt the way the animal was sucking down the thick rivulets of oily musky sap which sluiced down along the walls of her pussy.

Her cunt was swampy and overheated now, but she didn't want to come… not right this instant, in any event. So rather than shorten her pleasures, she sought to prolong them by lifting her legs back until her knees were pressing down against her tits and the smooth white cheeks of her boyish ass jutted out in the Scottie's direction.

The gamy sour odor of her anus had, so she had discovered when Bix was just a puppy, always aroused the dog's oral attentions. This Sunday morning was certainly no exception, for no sooner had she thrust her bottom out in his direction when Bix dug deeper, shoving his snout and then his swift-moving little tongue, right between the warm supple cheeks of her delectable bottom.

A low-pitched sigh of ecstasy escaped Pam's lips the instant she felt Bix's tongue licking and dabbing at the pink puckered folds of her anus. The hairless rosy aperture began to clench and unclench like a toothless mouth as she worked her sphincter muscles as if to egg the dog on to greater and greater feats of oral – and now, analingual – excess.

He never fails me, she thought to herself as the dog's tongue palpitated the rim of her anus. She reached down then and pulled her buns as far apart as she could, stretching the narrow slick opening of her fundament.

Bix's tongue actually worked its way right inside to the inner edge of her rectum. And as soon as this was accomplished, Pam let go of her buttocks and rammed her stiffened index finger right down between the twin puffy lips of her cooze.

"Shit, do it! More, eat me, lick me!" she cried out, shuddering more violently as her passions began to erupt with demonic force and intensity.

There was no stopping her, or Bix for that matter, after that.

Her index finger surged in and out as she pistoned it down into her pussy, farther than the length of the terrier's tongue could allow. The wet slippery walls of her cunt surged together to embrace her digit and a second finger soon followed the searing path of the first, the two of them moving in unison, held stiffly and tightly together.

She scissored them open and shut around the stalk of her steamy cut and the friction thus produced made her body thrash more vigorously on the bed. Any second and she knew it would happen, her orgasm descending upon her like a bolt of lightning.

But she tried to hold it back for as long as possible, the floodgates of ecstasy about to break down and the rush of pleasure stream like boiling water through her excited body. And all this time, Bix was still licking and reaming her asshole, rimming her out and never growing tired of the task she had rather effortlessly taught him when he was just a pup.

Her two fingers worked like a cock, plunging more determinedly in and out of her pussy, scraping up against her clit in their maddened rush down into her shuddering vagina. She closed her eyes then and it was just the same as always, the identical fantasy taking wing in her mind, filling her thoughts with its pleasurable and highly arousing images.

Her fingers kept moving, swifter than ever as she consciously dreamed the fantasy that always consumed her when she was moments away from her climax. In it, she was right where she was now, lying in bed, with or without Bix. Her blonde hair was spread out over the white pillowslip like a golden halo and soft rays of early morning light danced and glinted along the pale blue bedroom walls.

But she was not asleep, for in her fantasy her eyes were half-open, capable of seeing everything that was about to take place. It started when a shadow moved behind the drawn lace curtains, a silhouette she instinctively knew belonged to a man. And then a leg, a leg with a scuffed cowboy boot and a covering of skintight faded denim, slid over the window sill, followed by another foot and then a body which pushed the window wider so that the man could gain access into her bedroom.

And there she was, lying in bed, pretending to be asleep, but seeing everything that was taking place. It was the man of her dreams, literally as well as figuratively, who now eased himself into her silent bedroom, invading her home and her privacy.

But in the fantasy, and now in real life, a smile could be seen etched across her thin pursed lips as she caught sight of the silent figure staring down at her while she lay in bed. Languidly, she turned over onto her back, flicking the covers down as if she was still asleep.

And the man's eyes opened even wider, dark brown eyes that seemed capable of drilling into her flesh like laser beams. They gazed in awe and delight at the bristly bush of fur which adorned her tender virginal pubic mound, highlighting the narrow gash of her cunt furrow, accenting the drooping lips of her twat now curling in against each other, furry and warm and slightly damp with the juices which had oozed down her trench during the night.

She could see his excitement branded like a tattoo across his face, the way his nostrils dilated as he sucked in his breath, the way his thickly sensual lips opened slightly as if they were linked directly to his wide and staring eyes.

And then, she opened her eyes wider and gave a sudden start of fear, fear that was dealt with in a flash as the stranger threw himself down on top of the bed. The bedcovers were pulled back like flimsy tissue paper and he took hold of her supple thighs and then rammed his flushed and eager face right down between her spread-eagled legs.

But in the dream she did not scream or fight back, except to give a sudden shudder of defiance, defiance which vanished the instant the stranger's lowered head nuzzled against her box and his tongue lashed out across her warm and inviting pussy.

Yes, do it, lick me, love me, she thought to herself, her fingers still moving in and out of her cunt as her passions got ready to erupt like molten lava, her body a volcano about to explode with fiery vengeance.

It was so clear, so lifelike that when she opened her eyes she could still see the man lying down, stretched out on the bed, his jean-clad legs hanging over the foot of the bed and his tongue lapping frantically across her juicy pubic mound.

She closed her eyes tightly then, as if to reinforce the potency of her erotic dream, her lusty fantasy. Yes, it was better this way, Pam decided to herself, still moaning as she felt her climax about to overwhelm her.

The man no longer frightened her, his startling entrance through her bedroom window, the way his lips and tongue were plundering and raping her cunt, all arousing her in a way no man in her real life had ever succeeded in doing before.

The stranger's hard muscled body turned her on as well and his thick curly brown hair was soft and baby-fine when she reached down and ran her fingers through it, gently and lightly caressing the top of his head.

She had seen too his lean and burly physique and the potent rounded bulge tenting up the front of his skintight jeans. All these visual stimuli served to inflame her passions and then, as she imagined how his tongue would feel as it pistoned in and out of her cunt, how the edges of his front teeth would nip and chew up and down the length of her stubby hot clit, she suddenly threw her legs down over Bix's head and screamed out, knowing that the moment of pleasure was finally at hand.