Rick Jennings: Pet shop pussy

Between her legs she could feel how juice was seeping down, trickling along the walls of her cunt and oozing over her hairy pubic mound. She was wearing a skirt and she was almost startled at the way her crotch had gotten suddenly wet and swampy, juice threatening to actually drip down along the insides of her thighs.

The walls of her cunt could be felt fluttering again and again and she could hardly believe her body was responding like this, for she had not felt this kind of sexual reaction to anyone in so long that she had almost forgotten what it could be like.

But now, she knew exactly what it was like, for she was unable to stop shaking, unable to stop staring up at Justin's muscular back, his tight boyish ass outlined beneath the skintight covering of his jeans, or the long thickly muscles back of his calves and thighs.

His body seemed to radiate the same kind of intense animalism as Holmes' wiry and powerful build, dog and master appearing in her eyes to be even more suited to each other than she had first thought. This is insane, she told herself. What am I doing here, following this guy upstairs to his apartment, when I don't even know who he is, or anything about him?

Nevertheless, she made no move to turn, nor did she even voice her doubts. Her disbelief, the fact that the longer she was in his company the more he came to even more closely resemble the man she had almost fantasized about, all got the best of her, squelching any thoughts to the contrary.

She paused at the top of the fifth floor landing to catch her breath. She had taken Bix off the leash and now he was wagging his tail, delighted with his outing and his new friend. Holmes stood attentively behind Justin as he unlocked the door to his apartment, turning around to usher Pam inside.

One glance was all she needed to put her fears to rest. The studio apartment was warm and inviting, with soft browns and tans the predominant color scheme. "I'll fix a pot of coffee… I can't stand instant," he told her. "Just make yourself comfortable, put some music you like on the stereo."

Dumbly, she nodded her head and moved into the large airy room. She put her shoulder bag down and moved to the stereo, flicking through the stack of record albums until she had found something to her liking. It was Franck's "Symphony in D", one of her favorites. She slid the record out of the album sleeve and put it down on top of the turntable, doubly pleased that he had it in his collection, that already their similar tastes were showing through, joining them even more closely to each other.

Bix and Holmes seemed exhausted and they lay near the couch, their tongues lolling out of their mouths and their eyes half-closed, dreamy with the need for sleep. That too was fine with her. She didn't want them to turn into a hassle, a nuisance.

The soft strains of the symphony came back to her as she sat down on the couch, a straight-backed tweed-covered sofa whose down pillows gave way under her weight. She sank down and sighed to herself, still finding it all too difficult to deal with.

I should be lying in a bed, she thought. And Justin should come in through the open window and take me… just like that, without a single word.

Pam closed her eyes, an unspoken sentence on her lips. One part of her was more afraid than she had ever been before in her life, afraid of caring too much, of giving everything she had and getting nothing back in return, of laying her feelings before Justin's feet, not knowing if he would kick them aside or bend down to hold them lovingly and caringly in his cradling arms.

But the other side of her thoughts, the side which had first compelled her to hold his stare, to move down the hill with the full intention of meeting Justin, wanted her to cry out to him, to tell him to take her, to rape her in any way he desired, right then and there.

She could hear his booted feet moving back into the room. But Pam kept her eyes closed, her breath coming in short shallow gasps, her tits rising and falling like the lilting strains of music Franck had written for moments just such as these.

Let him see me like this, she thought. Let him know how open I am, how vulnerable, naked…

She pictured how he was now standing at the threshold to the room, for the sound of his heavy footfalls had stopped abruptly. She imagined what he might be thinking and she smiled to herself just as the footsteps resumed, coming right in her direction. Still, she made no move to open her eyes or acknowledge the fact that he was walking right towards her as she leaned back against the down-filled sofa.

And then it happened, though not like in the dream.

She felt his legs pressing down against her knees and then his lips moving back and forth against her mouth. She took a deep breath then and opened her eyes. He was leaning forward, bracing himself with his hands clutching at the back of the couch.

She looked into his eyes and then smiled as he grinned back at her, lightly licking her lips with the tip of his outstretched tongue. Her hands moved up as if invisible balloons were lifting them. And then she clutched at his arms and responded with all the pent-up passion and stifled desire she had lived with these past five years.

Justin could not have been more pleased.

He rammed his tongue right between her parted lips, moaning softly as her fingers slid up and down along his arms. Each passing second made Pam more impatient. She no longer cared what he might think of her behavior, of the way she was demanding him to take her, to do whatever he desired.

Nothing mattered but how she felt and she rubbed her thighs together, acutely and agonizingly aware of the way her cunt had begun to burn and itch with feverish impatience and desire. Justin's tongue slid in and out of her mouth, licking her lips and palate, her gums and teeth.

Their lips were glued hotly against each other and her fingers slid higher, up along his arms. His muscles bulged tautly inside of his faded blue work shirt and the power and strength she had imagined him to possess was now becoming more and more obvious, exhibiting itself in the hard bulge of his steely muscles.

Justin slid his tongue out of her mouth and then sucked on her chin, gently sliding his tongue down along her neck, even as he began to ease his body into a crouch. He crouched between her legs, flicking his tongue against her smooth alabaster neck, his knees digging into the carpeting and his hands now moving from the back of the couch to rest along Pam's shoulders.

She felt dazed, dazzled by the swiftness of their meeting, by the fact that she knew, long before it was going to take place, that they were destined to go to bed together, destined to explore every inch of each other's naked bodies.

And that pleased her to no end. She pushed her crotch forward, whimpering more excitedly as he sucked and licked her neck, gently unbuttoning the front of her thin linen blouse. Yes, do it, anything, she kept telling herself as Justin grew more animated, more impatient, finally ripping the tails of her blouse out from around the waistband of her skirt.

She thrust her tits forward, glad that she hadn't bothered to wear a bra for her afternoon jaunt to the park. Because now, an instant later, she felt his lips sucking down over one of her nipples, the edges of his front teeth nipping and grazing lightly and delightfully along the entire length of her turgid and stiff-standing berries.

"Yes, oh do that, yes, anything," she whispered, her body twisting from side to side as he used his lips with expertise, sucking on one taut nipple and then the other. He licked and tongued them until they felt on fire and then he began to stuff one of her tits right between his gaping lips.

Pam kept looking down, staring at his lowered head as his hands pushed her jugs closer together and his lips and tongue sucked and slurped with growing passion and maddened delight. He was doing everything she had wanted him to do, and performing in a manner which left absolutely nothing to be desired.