Rick Jennings: Pet shop pussy

Glancing over his shoulder, she could see the two dogs, the Scottie and the Doberman, watching what was taking place between their owners. Their seeming look of interest amused her and Pam giggled, even as the hot flickers of pleasure began to grow more and more potent.

He wasn't saying a word, but his caresses spoke far louder than anything she knew he might say. His fingers were kneading and toying with her jugs and she had never felt her nipples so inflamed before, so on fire, tingling as he flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth against one and then the other, stimulating her with each successive swipe of his raspy-edged prober.

She was all eyes, having gone without this kind of pleasure for far too long. The backs of his hands were covered with short black hair and she imagined that he was a bear, attacking her, ravishing her body with bestial fervor and animalistic delight.

Like paws, she thought as she watched his fingers moving, tweaking her love-buds and then trailing ticklishly down along the gentle incline of her body. He reached for the zipper to her skirt and still she made no move to stop him, nor would she ever.

"You know me, don't you?" he asked her then, even as he found the side zipper to her skirt and yanked it down with a flick of his wrist.

"I… I've known you for… for more than five years," she whispered, her body shivering involuntarily, a nervous twitch which made her voice tremble ever so slightly. "In… from a dream. You've been coming to me in a dream, the same dream, over and over again, week after week."

"If I told you the same thing, I'd only be lying. But it doesn't really matter or change anything, because I'm here now, and that's all that counts," he replied, his voice soft and soothing to her ears.

"You've been sleepwalking for five years, that's all," she said with a grin. "You come to my window at dawn, pull it open and slide first one leg and then the other inside. And then, then you…"

"Then I what?"

"You… you do it," she stammered. "You rape me, Justin. You fuck me; you do everything to me, everything. And I love it, I love it, all of it, everything."

He grinned almost devilishly at her emotional outburst and without saying another word, pulled impatiently at the hem of her skirt. Pam lifted her ass off of the sofa so that he would be able to pull her skirt completely off. She was glad she had said what she had, as if it had been a stone around her neck, weighing her down. He hadn't laughed nor had he been anything but highly pleased and flattered.

And now she was ready to make good her words, for even then her skirt came down and she kicked it off of her ankles, pulling her blouse off with the same kind of wild sexual impatience her voice had reflected moments before.

Justin's dark brooding eyes opened to their farthest limits. He sucked in his breath as she sat there before him, her naked creamy-white jugs rising and falling; each rounded melon capped by an exquisite little finger of taut and erect flesh.

She could see his excitement mirrored on his face, the way he was literally devouring her with his eyes, gobbling her down like a succulent sweetmeat, a choice morsel fit for an epicurean feast. His eyes slid down over her upthrust and firm young breasts, farther still to the soft rounded hill of her belly.

And then he did exactly what he did in her dream. He threw himself forward with a loud bull-like roar, a bellow of wild sexual impatience and maddened physical hunger. His tongue probed the narrow recess of her navel and then licked down to the waistband of her slim little bikini briefs.

Pam moaned wildly and thrust her crotch forward. Justin was using his tongue with an instinctive skill that even Bix had never demonstrated before. He slid its very tip right underneath the ring of elastic and then moved it back and forth as if he were loosening her panties, pulling them off of her merely by the use of his lips and tongue.

He came quite close to that, actually, for a moment later, as she kept pushing her hips up and down towards his flushed and reddened face, he grabbed hold of the waistband of her briefs, catching the elastic between the edges of his front teeth.

She cried out with excitement as he pulled down, using his teeth rather than his fingers so that she could feel his wet slippery lips grazing against her naked body. Once again she raised herself up as he tugged her panties down, succeeding in pulling them past her waist and lush rounded hips, farther still until his eyes could see the first stray ringlets of mossy pubic hair which grew thickly and luxuriously across her meaty box.

"Oh please, please, yes, do it, hurry," she begged, so impatient that she couldn't stop herself from skinning her undies down. She pushed them past her thighs with both hands and as they fell to her ankles he was already moving forward, even before she had managed to kick them off of her legs.

A scream of excitement flew out of her throat the instant he plunged recklessly forward, his thick sensual lips glued hotly against her pussy. His warm breath fanned her puffy cunt lips and she was whimpering and straining, pushing her crotch up against his mouth.

"More, yes, do it, anything," she blurted out once again, so on fire that she couldn't pull her thoughts together. The room reeled around her as if she was riding a horse on a carousel, a merry-go-round of spinning whirling erotic intensity.

Never before, not even when she had known what it was to be in love, five years earlier, had Pam Harper ever been so aroused, so sexually stimulated, so maddened by the artful caresses and erotic skills of a man.

It was all new to her and she spread her thighs demandingly wide, watching the way his tongue slid around her hairy cunt, licking every tendril of blonde pubic fur, sucking on the twin slippery lobes of flesh whose inner secrets he now sought out. Justin rammed his bristling invading tongue right down into her crimson gash and the scarlet wet wound of her cunt furrow dilated visibly, even before she grabbed hold of the top of his head and pushed his mouth down even more firmly against her pussy.

"Please, yes, eat me, eat me," she whimpered, so out of control by now that she couldn't believe this was all happening to her, finally and at long last.

But it was no dream and she didn't have to pinch herself or scream out to awaken from her reveries. She had gone home with a young man whom she knew nothing about, a young man named Justin Whitlock. But if she did not know who he really was, or what he did with his life, or what his goals and aspirations might be, she still knew him from all those fancied moments when he had snuck into her bedroom to take her in the stillness of early morning.

And now, the last thing she wanted him to do was stop his frenzied oral caresses to sit back and calmly recite the story of his life. Needless to say, that was not what Justin intended to do. Not now, in any event.

This was no dream, no reverie, no imagined meeting.

It had happened and now Justin Whitlock was just as inflamed as Pam Harper. He stroked the tops of her smooth white thighs, glad that she hadn't been wearing stockings or panty hose, glad that he could caress and massage her tender and supple flesh.

And even as he caressed her, his tongue was digging deeper into her cunt, lapping up the hot spicy rivulets of sap, which were streaming down the fluttering walls of her swampy twat. He had seen the liquid stain of cunt juice that had covered the front of her panties and he knew how aroused she had become.

The intensity of her response, the way she was holding his head down and writhing back and forth so that his tongue hit against one smooth slippery cunt wall and then the other, pleased him to no end. He was determined to arouse her until she would be insane, unable to control herself.