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CHAPTER THREE

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.

And so now he strummed her body as if he was a musician getting harmonies and chords from an instrument. His fingers tickled the insides of her thighs, finally sliding higher until he was able to take hold of the edges of her thin girlish cunt lips.

These were no scarlet rooster combs of flabby drooping flesh, but taut elastic lapels that he now eased back, stretching them wide as butterfly wings. Pam thrust her crotch up again and again and when she let go of his head, Justin eased his tongue back. He lifted his face and stared down at her meaty box.

Between a narrow and gristly set of cunt lips he could see the swollen meaty button of her clit and it was to this delectable tidbit that he now centered his attentions. He rammed his face down with rising impatience, nipping at her clit so that she could not stop moaning and crying out with pleasure.

Her cunt gave off a strong heady odor, at once musky and pungent. And her juices tasted salty and spicy against his lips and tongue. Delighted with the way she was responding, he kept at it, nipping and frictioning his teeth and tongue against the tender shaft of her clitoris, then ramming his tongue as far inside of her tight girlish split as he could.

Her vaginal muscles jerked against his invading tongue, nipping at it with such conclusive force that he knew she was going to prove to be even more wild and arousing when they were in bed together. And that, needless to say, was something he didn't doubt would happen whenever he was ready to make the move.

But what he knew she still didn't understand were the kind of things he wanted done to her, the lurid sexual acts he had long imagined, never having been able to see them brought to life, consummated before his wide and staring eyes. Something told him that Pam would do anything he wanted, that the heated excesses of her sexual reaction were a product not only of his erotic skill, but also because she had fallen for him, head over heels.

That she seemed to be in love, or at least infatuated, certainly was no hindrance. And though he was yet to experience the same kind of breathless emotional involvement, his physical appetites were just as overheated and insatiable as hers.

Behind the front of his faded blue jeans he could feel how his cock was jerking angrily. It thrust out like a bar of steel against his fly, imprisoned, stifled inside of his dungarees. He wore no underwear and, as a result, he was acutely aware of how clammy and sweaty his groin had become, pre-come dribbling out of the bulbous and blood-engorged head of his tool to seep over his pubes and soak into the denim material of his jeans.

But Justin was a young man who knew how to exercise proper control; at least when sex was involved. He wasn't worried about coming in his pants, though not because he feared he wouldn't be able to climax a second time, but simply because he had trained himself to hold back until the last possible moment.

As a result, women had always found his sexual pyrotechnics unbeatable. His ability to sustain an erection without any artificial devices, his skill at holding his orgasm back until he had milked a woman of several climaxes, one right after the other, had all stood him in good stead with the women who had passed in and out of his life.

And Pam, he knew was not going to be the exception to the rule. He could feel how she was shuddering, how her vaginal muscles had already gone out of control, signaling her imminent release. But he did not want to milk her of an orgasm, not yet at any rate.

No, there would be time enough for that, when the moment was right. So he finally eased his probing licking tongue from out of her cooze, tickling her clitoris and then lifting his sweaty face. He let go of her cunt lips and they sprang elastically back, their hairy outer edges all wet and glistening, slippery with a mixture of saliva and cunt juice.

Pam slumped back against the couch, breathless and wild-eyed. She had no idea why Justin had stopped, especially when she had been riding a kind of stoned sexual rush, floating up towards the very moment of release.

But that, needless to say, was all part of his technique.

He edged back to rock against his knees and the backs of his legs, taking her in with a single wide and all-encompassing stare. She was naked, her flesh glistening and white, dewdrops not only beading the furry triangle that marked her tender mons veneris, but also dotting the fine down along her upper lip and right below her hairline.

Her breasts rose and fell and he saw her then as the very personification of tenderness and vulnerability. "I… I don't know what to say," she whispered when she had recovered a modicum of self-composure.

"Don't say anything… just do," he replied in a whisper, as if he didn't want to break the spell that had been cast between them. He got abruptly to his feet to turn over the record, for Franck's symphony had come to its side one halt just moments after he had finally slid his tongue out of her juicy little muff.

And as he rose up before her, Pamela Harper's eyes opened even wider than before. She was now able to see that which she had tried to glimpse earlier. And what she saw, she liked, plain and simple. Justin caught her staring, held himself steady, facing her like that for a silent moment before turning around to change the record.

But the few seconds he had stood there, frozen and unmoving in space and time, had enabled Pam to see what she had lusted after.

There could be no doubt in her mind that he was as well equipped as she had always imagined… no, felt… her dream-image to be. Behind the front of his provocative skintight jeans she had seen the long swollen outline of his cock and she wanted to throw herself at his feet the way he had done to her. Not slavishly, but merely so that she would be able to lunge forward and rip his jeans off, feasting upon the thick bloated length of his manly cock.

Justin had exactly the same thought in mind.

He turned the disc over to side two. The second movement Allegretto began, its moderately fast tempo setting the rhythm for the delicious bout of fellatio he planned to enjoy. That she would be ready and willing was something he didn't doubt for one second and when he turned back to her, he thrust his crotch forward as if to demand she gape and stare at the silhouette of his rigid and throbbing hard-on.

His dick had slipped down along the inside of one dungaree leg. The denim was tented out so distinctly that Pam had no difficulty making out the exact dimensions of Justin's turgid member, even down to the shape of his leaking glans and the slight depression at the neck of his cock.

His rounded stones seemed full and loose, a swollen bag she could see stuffed – no doubt uncomfortably, she supposed – inside the crotch of his jeans. "Is it crazy that I'm staring?" she asked.

"By whose standards? You dig looking at it – cool. You dig playing with it, even better," Justin told her.

He sauntered forward, half play-acting, half-serious. But he was totally earnest about having her rub her lips and tongue over his boner and no sooner had he moved in front of her than Pam lost the last vestiges of her self-control.

She lunged forward, nearly toppling him over. Her hands clawed at the front of his jeans and she slid her horny fingers up and down the inside of his stuffed trouser leg, fondling the stiff and steely projection that was his pulsating cunt-rammer.

Justin smiled to himself; delighted with the intensity of her reaction, with the way she was really anxious to have him. She rapidly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, not even thinking of what she was doing. Having sex with Bix was one thing. But this was something else, neither better nor worse. Just different…

But the gist of it was that she had gone without this kind of "difference" for far too long. Now, it was as if Pam Harper was making up for lost time. She pulled his fly open and rather than reaching inside to haul out the stiff projection of his dick, she shoved his tight faded jeans down off of his waist and hips.

Justin watched her, a smile of pleasure etched across his lips. Her flushed naked body beckoned to him, calling out as he gazed at the musty smelling tangle of blonde fur that covered her thin yet puffy labia.

The folds of meat clung to each other and pictured the pleasure that would soon be his when he peeled them wide again. Only then, it would be as a result of the insistent invading pressure of his cock, not his fingers.

She tugged more vigorously, surprised that his jeans were as tight-fitting as they looked, difficult to remove as if he had worn them in the bath to get them to shrink to the very lines and proportions of his burly figure.

And then, even before she was rewarded with the sight and feel of his cock, even as he pulled off his faded blue work shirt, she was able to see the damp thick forest of his wiry black pubic hair. It made a thin furry line down over his flat washboard stomach and the hollow depression of his navel. Then, it thickened abruptly, fanning out across his groin, barely concealing the braided blue veins along his crotch.

Then the jeans were pulled lower and seconds before his dick was released, she was able to stare at it as if she had never seen a man's organ in all of her life. It had been a long time, in actuality, and though she couldn't say that she had forgotten what a penis looked like, she still stared as if she had never seen one before, or at least, never one as vigorously proportioned as that which Justin Whitlock now sported.

"Pull 'em down," he said with a note of impatience. He was shuddering, wanting her to suck him off before they would really get down to business. The latter was going to be a surprise, he decided. But first he fully intended to enjoy the wet slobbering embrace of her horny little mouth.

Pam certainly wasn't adverse to opening her lips wide and taking in as much of his dick as she possibly could. So her fingers pulled his jeans still lower until she had freed his cock. It sprang out at her like an uncoiling spring, the bulbous cap of his penis hitting her right across the lips.

After that, nothing seemed in the least bit surprising.

She didn't even have time to stare, to take in the details of his genitalia. Almost as if the motion was a reflex action, she opened her mouth, her jaws aching as she thrust her reddened and eager young face right down over the leaking head of Justin's penis.

"Perfect, perfect," he groaned, swiveling back and forth so that his glans banged against one side of her mouth and then the other. He didn't rush into things, nor push forward to greedily and excitedly impale her mouth over the entire length of his swollen member.

No, for he took his time, letting her get used to the virile dimensions of his manly rod. He could see how she was straining, how her lips were spread grotesquely wide, no doubt wider than she had ever opened her mouth before.

His cock was nearly as thick around as her girlish wrist and Pam was doubly amazed by its sheer length and breadth. Seven inches had always seemed large and certainly adequate. Eight inches of surging manflesh had been tried only once before. But Whitlock was hung to the length of nearly nine hard inches and the additional thickness of his throbbing member made it doubly difficult for her to get her lips all the way around his gristly cock-shaft.

"Take your time… and use your tongue," he whispered. He bent his knees slightly and kept his hands on his hips, his fingers dangling down towards the deep inguinal indentations that set his crotch off from his thighs and belly.

She slid her head closer, feeling the way she was taking in more and more of his joystick. And when the head of his cock banged against the back of her throat she gagged slightly and stopped, trying to grow accustomed to the unusually energetic dimensions of Justin's penis.

He is the guy in the dream, she told herself, for even down to this, the size of his dick, he had not disappointed her or proven to be in any way different from that silent stranger whom she had known through her fantasies, the jean-clad figure who stepped into her bedroom for his ritualistic round of early morning rape and forced sex.

This too was almost forced, but she rather enjoyed that as well. He didn't grab hold of the back of her head the way she had done to him, but stood there, almost cocky, his hands on his hips and his penis buried a good six or so inches between her tightly clinging lips.

She couldn't take in the entire length; having never learned how to avoid gagging when her mouth was so completely filled. But he didn't thrust or jerk forward. Rather, he slid his pecker halfway out, savoring the friction and tactile stimulation produced as he grazed his shaft along the edges of her small even white teeth.

She slapped her tongue along the ridge of muscle that bulged out on the underside of his tool and as she pressed her knees down onto the carpet, kneeling before him, her fingers reached down to lift up the dangling weight of his hairy scrotal sac.

His balls were like hen's eggs, heavy and filled with come. She ran her fingers over the folds of wrinkled flesh and let his sac dangle against the palm of one hand. And then she explored the muscular expanse of his hairy thighs, loving the very sense of strength, of power and animalistic fury, which seemed to be radiating from his body.

Justin had seen chicks go wild over him in the past, but none had ever carried on the way Pam Harper was doing. He didn't fully understand where he stood in the scheme of things, the true importance of being the reincarnation of her dream-figure. But even if he didn't understand what she was going through, he certainly could comprehend the way she was deriving just as much pleasure as he was. She shoved her face back and forth, slamming her mouth over his bulging dong so that the head of his cock tickled her tonsils and bent them back.

His tool was leaking pre-come at an almost alarming rate. The bittersweet oily fluid slid down her throat and she inhaled deeply, getting off on the smells of his body, just as he had enjoyed sucking up the heady scent of her pungent muff.

His crotch exuded a musty and sweaty aroma, piquant and intoxicating. Here was a man, she thought to herself, a man who would bring her out of herself, who would give her love and security and the pleasures of the flesh.

He made her feel more like a woman than anyone she had ever known and she slid her hands up along his wide-set thighs, moved them around and finally grabbed the tight muscular cheeks of his boyish ass, one in each hand.

She pulled him closer to her then, squeezing his buns, feeling the way they were hard and firm, silken as a result of the almost invisible gossamer down which grew over his rump. By this time, her cunt was leaking copiously and hot drools of sap trickled down along the insides of her shuddering thighs.

She could feel her sexual appetites flaring up and she wanted to jump up on him, wrap her legs around his waist and ass and let him slam his pecker right into her pussy, impaling her on his sword-like cock. Then, so she imagined at the moment, he would carry her around the room and she would feel the full length and thickness of his penis sliding in and out of her cooze, setting her passions on fire, milking her of every last ounce of erotic bliss.

She pulled her head back until just the plum-shaped glans was stuffed between her lips. Her tongue probed the slit of his piss-hole, tasting more pre-seminal fluid as he rocked back and forth, his jeans down around the tops of his cowboy boots and his body naked and shiny with sweat.

She looked up at him then and he was staring down at her with a grin across his thick sensual lips. The hard virile lines of his burly torso enticed her and she studied the definition of muscles that traversed his chest, pleased to see that he was the bear she had hoped he would be.

As with animals, his torso was covered with a thick luxuriant pelt of jet-black body hair, chest hair, which fanned out over his pectorals and nipples and then tapered down to a V which became a narrow line over his belly, thickening again at his groin. It was a pattern, like the pattern of fur along Bix's belly and the more she looked up at him, the more animalistic and savage he seemed to become.

Having satisfied her sexual urges through the use of Bix's thin carrot-shaped penis, she now was contemplating satisfying her libidinal needs with a bear, a gorilla, a man-ape. His features grew blurry, wavering before her eyes and she smiled to herself, knowing then that he was no ordinary man, that he had begun to release the animal she had long known to be lurking right underneath the surface of his skin.

Animals reacted instinctively, maddened by the grunts and smells of sex. So Pam kept licking Justin's boner until he too was sobbing with pleasure, his chest heaving as he sucked in his breath and gasped with astonished delight, amazed at the skill she was demonstrating, the expertise of using her lips and tongue to give him incredibly potent erotic delight.

She'll love it, all of it, everything I have planned for us, he told himself then, knowing it was high time they got started. He glanced over his shoulder, not surprised to see how the Scottie and the Doberman pinscher were sitting there across the room, their tongues hanging out, drool collecting on the carpet and their eyes riveted to their two owners.

Their look of intense concentration was one thing. But what intrigued him more was another facet of their canine interest and curiosity. He was certain that both dogs could easily smell the sexual aromas, which emanated from his as well as Pam's body. And when he looked lower, squinting slightly since they were half-hidden in shadow, he smiled to himself and knew that everything was going to work out just fine, exactly the way he had long imagined.

He too was a person fond of fantasies, erotic daydreams in particular. And one of these numerous recurring sexual reveries centered upon a man, a girl, and a dog. Now, he was the man. Pam was the ripe and succulent young woman, and Holmes – and even Bix, he decided in a flash – was the dog.

For now, arching up along the underside of the pinscher's liver-hued and short-coated belly, was the hard bony length of his half-exposed penis. Having seen and felt the Doberman's pecker in the past, Justin knew exactly how long it could grow. In fact, he had once measured it out of curiosity, pleased and surprised when the ruler had declared that at its fullest, Holmes' reddened and slippery cock was exactly seven inches long, from the base of its hairy sheath to the pointy triangular head.

Although just about as thick around as his middle finger, its hard spike-like length would suit his purposes admirably. Now, as he continued to shudder and experience the pleasurable rushes that Pam was enabling him to feel, he winked at Holmes and nodded his head at the same time.

As with Bix, the Doberman was well trained. No sooner had its master nodded his head, when he got to his feet, stretched for a moment and then trotted obediently forward, his long wet tongue hanging out from between his jowls.

Pam was so involved in sucking off Justin that she didn't even see the Doberman moving forward across the room. She had let go of his buns, sliding her fingers back around so that even as she rubbed the swollen and leaking cock head against her lips and tongue, she was able to slide her fingers up and down along the hard jutting length of his ivory-white cockshaft.

Blue veins corded the muscular surface and she pulled his cock down so that instead of rising up nearly parallel to his lean washboard stomach, it now made a ninety-degree angle from his belly, pointed and aimed right between her lips.

Justin smiled wickedly to himself and motioned Holmes to move around. It was not so much a question of canine intelligence as it was simply a matter of instinct. The dog's naturally inquisitive nature, coupled with the training it had received from its master, enabled Holmes to make all the right choices.

Foam flecked his jowls and the air was steamy with the odor of sweaty randy naked bodies. Justin managed to pull his boots off so that he could step out of his jeans and be as stark and invitingly naked as Pam Harper.

And no sooner had this been accomplished than he slowly sank down onto his own knees, forcing Pam to lean forward until she had to press her palms flat against the carpet. She was now on her hands and knees; still sucking on his burning joystick.

"Don't stop, not yet," he muttered hotly, goading her on, thrusting gently yet insistently forward so that once again her mouth was filled with more than half the length of his hard and throbbing member.

It was then that Holmes got into the act, just the way Justin Whitlock had long imagined. No sooner had Pam positioned herself on her hands and knees, oblivious to anything but Justin's hairy crotch and the promise of sexual pleasure his huge burning organ would soon be giving her, when the Doberman moved around and suddenly jumped up onto Pam's back.

Pam gave a muffled scream of surprise, her cry stifled since she still had Justin's dick moving in and out of her mouth. Immediately, sensing her rising panic, he grabbed hold of her shoulders to steady her and pin her down to the floor.

"Just relax. You'll love it," he said hotly, glad that he had cut Holmes' nails just the day before. They were short and filed smooth so he knew that she certainly wasn't going to feel any pain from his claws.

Meanwhile, even as she tried to jerk backwards, feeling the weight of the Doberman's powerfully muscled body bearing down along her back, Holmes was jerking blindly forward, baying and howling as he thrust impatiently, trying to ram his fully exposed and glistening wet pecker right between the lips of Pam Harper's overheated cooze.

Her anus would have been easier to penetrate, but now, for this first experience, Justin wanted her to feel the dog's cock surging in and out of her snatch. That she had enjoyed this kind of bestial activity with her own dog, Bix, was something he still knew nothing about.

As for Pam, she was indeed panic-stricken, trying to pull free, not understanding what was taking place, if the dog had done this on its own accord or if Justin had really planned it to happen this way. The fact that he was holding her down on the floor, thrusting forward so that the head of his thick dick actually passed into her throat, soon made it quite clear that even if Holmes had acted instinctively, Justin did not intend to see her put a stop to the Doberman's frenzied bout of canine balling.

"Come on, relax. It won't hurt," he told her then, greedy to see the act through to the bitter end. His pubes nuzzled her lips and cheeks and she was choking on his pulsating organ while, right behind her, Holmes was barking frantically, still trying to shove his long thin pencil of a cock down into place.

Justin decided to act and he let go of her, keeping one hand on the back of her neck so she couldn't pull free. Pam kept gasping, but even then Justin was reaching down between her legs, bending forward so that he was able to grab hold of the edges of the Doberman's slick wet pecker.

It took all of five seconds for him to shove the pointy head of the animal's penis right between the puffy dilated lips of Pam Harper's muff. And the instant that Holmes' dong made contact, he let go and reached back to hold her down on the floor.

Only now, he was the victim of surprise, not Pam. For no sooner had Holmes succeeded through Justin Whitlock's help in ramming all seven carrot-shaped inches of dog-cock into place, when she gave up and sank down, whimpering with undeniable pleasure, her muted gurgles audible even as her tongue lashed defiantly up and down along the bloated length of his penis.

He slid his boner back until just the head was within her mouth. And then that too slid out into the open as he leaned forward and relaxed his grip on her shoulders, knowing that she was not about to stop the Doberman from finishing what he had started.

That could not be denied. She had enjoyed Bix's canine attentions ever since the Scottie was a pup. But Bix's equipment was not nearly as long and dagger-like as the Doberman's bony tool. And now, it felt like a super-long finger was pumping in and out of her cooze.

She tightened her vaginal muscles as best she could, able to feel the dog's cock striking against one wet cunt wall and then the other.

Hot trickles of sap drooled down and the friction his dick was producing was getting her off in no time at all.

A low-pitched moan escaped her lips and Justin was frankly astonished that she was enjoying herself so much. He had always imagined a contest of wills, a show of brute physical force, the girl he had pictured in his recurring bestial fantasy always putting up a fight, though loving it in the end.

But now, Pam was loving it, almost right from the start. He slid back and moved around as she kept whimpering, kneeling there on the floor while behind her, bucking and heaving and jabbing in and out with short precise strokes, Holmes continued to hammer his bony dick as far inside of her cunt as its length would allow.

Justin was wild-eyed. He gasped almost as loudly as Pam, pulled Bix out of the way when the inquisitive terrier trotted forward to see what was happening, and then bent his head down to look between Pam Harper's shuddering thighs. Sure enough, he could see the naked red length of Holmes' penis sliding in and out; right between the puffy lips of her girlish split.

"How does it feel?" he asked, breathless too, shaking as the scene began to effect him like an aphrodisiac.

"Yes, do it, harder, harder!" she screamed, oblivious to anything but the raw savage pleasure of the moment. Everything was working in unison, the tactility of the dog's smooth belly rubbing against her jiggling ass and back, the way his tight furry balls tickled her bum furrow and, most of all, the intense searing ecstasy of feeling the Doberman's penis sliding frantically in and out of her gaping split.

Once again she squeezed her vaginal muscles, trying to make her pussy as tight and narrow as possible, thus giving her the utmost in sexual pleasure. As for the dog, Holmes was far too incensed to slow down or change the rhythm of his strokes.

The knot along the base of his bony dick frictioned searingly against Pam's swollen clit and she howled just like a bitch in heat, loving the way she was getting fucked dog-fashion from the rear, getting balled by a savage barking Doberman pinscher.

That Justin had wanted this to happen no longer seemed of any importance whatsoever. Any second and she knew she would come and now she didn't hold back, letting go and flowing with the rising tide of bliss which was swiftly engulfing her body.

Justin kept staring, moving this way and that on the floor so that he was able to view the bestial scene from every angle, from the side, from down between her legs, from behind Holmes. The Doberman kept yapping, his hindquarters jerking and bucking again and again.

And the more he fucked her, the more aroused she became. A minute or two later she couldn't hold back and a loud scream of delight flew out of her throat.

Her body was glowing and she shuddered more violently, coming in a great rush of supercharged ecstasy. The swiftness of this, her first climax, only served to inflame Justin's passions to the boiling point. Quickly, hardly thinking of what he was doing, he grabbed hold of a startled Bix and pulled the Scottie over until the black-haired terrier was crouched right in front of his naked body.

Something told him that his moves would not be rebuffed or misunderstood, that Bix was well aware of what Justin expected from him. Indeed, no sooner had he shoved his hairy crotch forward when the Scottie's tongue lashed over his pendulous balls, thrilling Justin to the quick.

"Good boy, yeah, do it," he panted, even as Pam continued to shudder and writhe, her face contorted in a paroxysm of lusty sexual release. She was coming, one clitoral orgasm merging with another. And Holmes didn't appear to slow down or approach the point of ejaculation.

The Doberman kept at it while, at the same time, Bix was now openly licking the hairy outer surface of Justin's heavy come-filled balls, slobbering over his nuts and even trying to wiggle an inquisitive wet nose right underneath the young man's balls to get at his brown puckered asshole.

The gamy ripe smell of his anus no doubt turned Bix on, or at least made him curious enough to want to explore further. Justin certainly wasn't going to put a stop to that either. Still keeping an eye on Pam, he leaned back, rested on one hand and squatted so that Bix was able to wiggle underneath him, his raspy-edged tongue striking right along Justin's hairy bum furrow.

"Good boy, do it, come, keep coming!" Justin cried out, speaking to the terrier and to Pam Harper, both at the same time. He spit into the palm of his hand, not about to interrupt her as she continued to come.

He knew from past experience that Holmes was rapidly approaching his own point of no return, ready to send his thin yellow dog-come splashing down into the churning depths of Pam's overheated quim. Justin couldn't wait to see that happen and he wanted to come as well, to cream just when his dog did.

So he rubbed his slobber up and down the length of his shuddering hard-on, lubricating his hard column of meat. His fingers slid up and down, his palm rotated over his glans while, between his legs, Bix was trying to invade his ripe gamy asshole.

Unable to pull his buns apart, for he was balancing himself by pressing one hand down against the carpeted floor, he could only thrust his ass forward, hoping that Bix would get excited enough to push his tongue more forcefully between his muscular buns. Sure enough, that was exactly what happened.

Bix's tongue slapped against the hairy corrugated folds of Justin's manly asshole while, at the same time, Pam was moaning and shuddering, experiencing the after-throes of her tumultuous multi-orgasmic release. With reddened and dazed eyes she glanced over at Justin, not surprised in the least to see what he and Bix were doing.

The dog was shoving his face down against Justin's backside while Whitlock kept jerking himself off. And then, even before Justin could get off, the Doberman suddenly snarled savagely and stiffened, the first hot wads of his dog-come surging out like molten bullets.

She could feel the muscular contractions of the dog's ejaculating cock and the knot of his prostate gland rubbed more strenuously and almost abrasively against her inflamed clitoris. She sank down, exhausted and completely fulfilled. More and more thin dribbly yellow dog semen spurted out of Holmes' deeply buried pecker, lubricating her already wet and swampy twat.

Justin was wild-eyed, delighted with Holmes' display of canine sexual ecstasy. Here, at long last, his fantasies had been put to the test, reality substituted for personal daydreams. And it was even better and far more arousing than he had ever dared to imagine. The sight finally triggered his own pent-up release. Bix was still licking and tonguing his bottom-hole when Justin stiffened and screamed out with demonic force and wild delight. "Oh shit, watch me, watch me coming, watch!" he groaned as he gripped the base of his throbbing member, squeezed it hotly and watched the first thick wads of his jism spurting out of the head of his cumbersome weapon.

Pam just kept gaping, even as Holmes began to quiet down. To see Justin coming, to see how creamy-white bullets of jism spurted thickly out of his cock and into the air, splashing at his feet like raindrops, aroused her beyond belief. There was something as equally bestial in his performance too, as if she was watching a monkey at the zoo, masturbating and performing before her startled yet delighted eyes.

Delight was certainly what Justin Whitlock was experiencing. And the look of pleasure he saw mirrored on Pam's face turned him on all the more. Her excitement reflected his own wild pleasure and he kept milking his tool, one thick spurt of semen followed by another until he had succeeded in draining his balls of every last hot drop of come they had held.

Finally, Justin sank back and rested on his elbows. Bix was still licking and tonguing his asshole and Whitlock smiled dreamily at Pam Harper, absolutely content and pleased with himself and the way everything had worked out exactly the way he had long desired. He made no attempt to push Bix aside and right then and there, Justin knew that the Scottie had been just as cleverly trained as Holmes, that he had met someone who shared his same wild passion for bestiality and torrid animal sex.

Needless to say, he couldn't have been more pleased.