Mother's Animal Lover
Chapter 1
Field's Pedigrees wasn't what Stella Burnside expected. The forty
year old divorcee had picked the dog breeder's name out of the phone book,
and she expected to find a pet shop, or at least a kennel, at the address
listed in the yellow pages. Instead, she found a sparkling white, old-
fashioned wood-frame house, nestled calmly in the center of a residential
block, looking no different from any of the other houses. The voluptuous
black-haired woman checked the envelope on which she had jotted down the
address, and she reviewed the directions that the young man had given her
over the phone. Then she squinted carefully at the address over the green
wood door to the white house. It all checked out -- this pleasantly homey
looking house must be Field's Pedigrees, even though there wasn't so much
as a sign outside.
It's a wonder they do any business, the gorgeous divorced woman
thought as she mounted the gray-painted steps to the front door. It
occurred to her that maybe she'd better go somewhere else to buy a
watchdog. But that man sounded so nice on the phone! Stella had
deliberately postponed several other errands that she had to run on her
day off, just because she was anxious to meet the dog breeder. He was
young, she could tell by his voice, and he had sounded positively
charming! The magnificently proportioned woman couldn't put off the
chance to meet another handsome young man.
She pushed the buzzer beside the door, and found to her relief that
there was a small bronze plaque above the doorbell, saying, "Field's
Pedigrees - Please Ring". There were two other doorbell buttons, and
Stella guessed that the large old house had probably been divided into
apartments. But how could anyone raise dogs in an apartment?
Her silent question was met with the sudden presence of a tall,
athletically proportioned man, who seemed to materialize in the doorway.
He had come around from the back of the house, and Stella turned slightly
to talk to him.
"Is this Field's Pedigrees?" she asked politely.
The young man's eyes were resting uncontrollably on her abnormally
large firm breasts, which were insufficiently hidden by the jacket of her
lime green pantsuit. It was a few embarrassing seconds before he
answered, "Yes ... yes, it is. I'm Matt Fields."
Stella was somewhat taken aback. You're Matt Fields? she repeated to
herself. The man on the phone sounded young, but not this young! The
dark-haired man who had just introduced himself couldn't be over twenty-
one, if that! He was wearing a casual "Keep on Truckin'" t-shirt and a
pair of cut-off jeans, and his manner suggested a man who was barely out
of his teens, still retaining the boyish exuberance of his adolescence.
He smiled as he came nearer the gorgeous woman. "You must be Mrs.
Burnside, the lady who called," he said. "The dogs are out back, if
you'll follow me ..."
Stella followed the magnificently muscular young man out to the back
of the lovely old house. The huge, dirt yard was partitioned into three
separate areas, each complete with a running area and individual dog-
houses for the animals in that section. Matt immediately led the
fantastic-looking divorcee past a pair of beautiful Samoyeds and a family
of three slender elegant Afghans to the largest area of the yard which was
populated by German Shepherds of all sizes and descriptions.
"You said you wanted a guard dog?" Matt asked, when they had stopped
by the gate in the fence.
"That's right," Stella nodded. "Since my husband left me, my
daughter and I have had to move into an apartment, and, well, we just
don't feel safe, all alone there," she confided, eyeing the handsome young
man sideways. God, he sure was good-looking. Stella wondered how her
daughter Jacqueline would take to a gorgeous guy like Matt Fields. It
just might be worth it to invite him over for dinner or something, just to
give it a try.
There was definitely something wrong with Jackie, Stella reflected.
She hoped sincerely that her own stormy marriage to Phil Burnside hadn't
been the cause of her eighteen year old daughter's unnatural fear of men.
Since the divorce a year ago, the mother had devoted all her energy to
helping her daughter adjust to their new life.
It wasn't that Jackie wasn't pretty! Lord no! Jackie Burnside was
voted homecoming queen of her high school class last year, only she turned
it down because she was too embarrassed to wear the revealing formal that
the queen traditionally wore. The lovely, blonde teenager had the
greatest pair of tits since Stella herself, but for some reason -- perhaps
because of Phil's constant leering and crude remarks -- Jacqueline
Burnside was ashamed of her body. Even though her father had been gone
thirteen months already, the pretty blonde still hadn't fully adjusted to
her own maturity, and now the black-haired mother was worried.
But, God, Matt looks like such a nice man! she said to herself. I
wouldn't mid going to bed with him myself! Her eyes wandered to the faded
worn crotch of his cut-offs, and she could just discern the outline of his
sleeping penis. It seemed to bulge unconsciously out to the right, as if
there wasn't room in his pants for both his balls and his cock, and the
hot-blooded older woman gasped internally. Jesus, what he must look like
with a hard-on!
Matt was nodding and smiling into her face, totally unaware of the
scheming thoughts of the older woman. "I can see how you would feel safer
with a dog," he said. Shit, she must have guys climbing in the windows
with a body like hers! But he kept his private thoughts to himself, and
let her into the large pen. "Most of these are two years old," he
explained, "from the best litter Roxie here ever produced. We kept them
all, instead of selling them as puppies, just so we could train them ...
These three males ... King, Kaiser, and Klamath -- are your best bet." He
snapped his fingers to three perfectly marked black and tan dogs, who came
running to their master on signal. Matt continued to explain just exactly
what the dogs were trained to do and what they were trained not to do, as
Stella Burnside looked them over scrutinizingly.
She'd had a dog as child, back in Florida, but when her family had
moved first to Los Angeles and then to Sacramento, their large boxer Fred
had to be left behind. Since that time, and all through her ill-fated
marriage, the woman hadn't even given a thought to owning a dog, and now,
she didn't know quite what the was looking for.
All three German Shepherd brothers stood wagging their tails and
looking up expectantly at their visitor. Their eyes shone brightly as if
they knew inside that this female human held an exciting promise for one
of them, and they were silently competing for the honor. King and Klamath
nudged irritably at each other's shoulders, their long pink tongues
drooling with anticipation. Kaiser, slightly bigger than the other two,
stood apart, quivering at an angle to his litter-mates. His deep brown
eyes watched intently Stella Burnside's every move, and when he sensed
that she was going to lean down and pet someone, he lurched forward to
make sure he would be that one.
"Oh, my ..." the black-haired woman laughed. "You're a friendly boy,
aren't you! Oh, my, yes!" She looked up at Matt, who was watching
proudly from the gate. "Would a dog this friendly be any good as a watch
dog?"
The athletic-looking young breeder smiled indulgently. "Oh, sure ...
Kaiser there is just the dog I was going to recommend for you. He's super
with the ladies -- trained as a bodyguard!" He looked up insinuatingly.
"But he's very cautious around men. Do you have any sons or ... or ...
well, men around?"
Stella shook her head and pressed her still youthfully smooth cheek
into the German Shepherd's face. She caught the suggestive tone of the
dog breeder's question, but she figured that Kaiser wouldn't object to her
own private guests. Why, if she decided to buy this lovable watchdog,
then she could just keep her men friends out of his way. The whole
purpose of having a job was to keep unwanted males away from her and her
daughter's small, relatively inexpensive apartment.
It was actually more for Jackie's sake that Stella wanted to buy the
dog anyway. After the divorce, the forty year old mother had had to go
back to the job she had left nineteen years earlier, when she had married
Phil. It wasn't the sort of work that was suited to a woman of her age,
but her voluptuously preserved figure had persuaded the manager of the
"Double-X Theater" that Stella was still capable of pulling in the
customers. What she did was sell tickets in the all-glass booth out in
front of the movie theater, her brief costume luring men in off the
streets to view the X-rated pornographic films that were shown inside.
The hours were late and awkward -- 2PM to Midnight on weekdays, and 4PM
until 2AM on weekends. Although she drove her 1969 Porsche, which she had
won in the suit for divorce, to and from her job, Stella worried about
leaving young Jacqueline alone in that apartment building. Anything could
happen to the beautiful eighteen year old, and then she would be even more
afraid of men than she was already!
As for herself, the concerned mother thought, just knowing that the
dog was there at home would make her job that much easier. But she did
hope that Kaiser's wariness of men wouldn't prevent her from having her
own guests come in!
But how could she ask young Matt about that, without seeming to be
some kind of dirty old lady hustler? Of course, in this particular case,
she was peripherally interested in the handsome young dog breeder himself,
but it wasn't always that way. The image of Stella Burnside as a cock-
hustling slut was a conjecture of Phil Burnside's imagination and no one
else's. It had been Phil who had imagined that all his old college
buddies were after Stella's body, during the early years of their
marriage. In fact, that was why, when Jackie was almost four, the
Burnsides had broken ties with all their old friends, and bought a house
in Carmichael, a suburb North of Sacramento.
Things had settled down for two or three years, and then Phil had
begun imagining that Stella was seeing his neighbors, or fooling around
with her friends' husbands. In the quiet, residential neighborhood where
they lived, Stella Burnside was far and away the most gorgeous looking
woman around, with her striking jet-black hair and her animated, perfectly
featured face. That was not to mention the exaggerated hour-glass of her
figure. Even after having Jackie, Stella had a smaller waist than a
teenager, and her magnificent breasts were the whispered talk of
Carmichael. She had long, shapely show-girl legs, flowing gracefully from
her erotically curved hips and buttocks, and she always dressed to
perfection, in clothes that showed off her assets nicely.
Any man in Phil's position as this incredible creature's husband
would have been watchful, it's true. But Phil over-reacted. He took to
locking Stella in the house all day while he was at work at the Board of
Equalization, just to make sure that she didn't go out shopping where
someone might see her and get ideas. Then, he began accusing her of
sneaking around behind his back, meeting men he knew and men he merely
imagined ... And there was nothing the raven-haired mother could do about
it!
When Jackie was twelve, and her young breasts were beginning to bud,
Phil had taken an inordinate interest in his daughter's development,
transferring some of his paranoia about his wife to the delicate blonde
figure of his daughter. He'd drive Jackie to school, thereby missing an
hour of work, and then he'd take a late lunch so he could bring her home,
too. He imagined that the leering young adolescents in the junior high
school where she went had only one purpose in life, and that was to get
inside Jacqueline Burnside's sheer pink panties. No wonder the girl was
afraid of men!
Finally, Phil had insisted that Jackie be enrolled in a girls' high
school, which was where she attended tenth and eleventh grades. It was
this forced near-imprisonment of her daughter three years ago that had
pushed Stella herself over the edge. In all the sixteen years of her
marriage up until then, she had been scrupulously faithful to her husband.
She had never so much as looked at another man, even though she was ware
of Phil's meandering. Once, he had even laid a sexy little secretary at
an office party, while Stella was right in the next room! The black-
haired beauty had gone to get a cigarette out of her purse, and as she
passed the cloakroom door, she'd heard the unmistakable whisperings of her
own husband, and she'd flung open the door to find him naked from the
waist down, his long, thick penis sluicing in and out of the damp pink
cunt of a young blonde secretary, a girl who couldn't have been must older
than Jackie!
Stella had prudently refrained from making a scene at the party, and
she even decided to let this one instance of Phil's infidelity pass, in
the interest of preserving her family unity. But then there had been
another occurrence, not two months later, when he had taken Stella and
their daughter to dinner at one of the fancy restaurants downtown. The
gorgeous mother and her pretty daughter had been excited by the chance to
dress up, and Phil was in better spirits than he had been for some time.
Stella had even dared to hope that her husband was finally getting
over this ridiculous jealousy and over-protectiveness, but as soon as they
arrived at their reserved table, she had realized the reason for her
husband's exuberance. Their waitress was a petite, well-built redhead,
and the way she unashamedly fluttered her heavily made-up green eyelids at
Phil Burnside could mean only one thing. And sure enough, after Phil had
taken his wife and daughter home, he suddenly remembered that he had left
his checkbook behind at the restaurant, and he drove all the way back into
town to retrieve it. Stella didn't tell him that his checkbook was still
in his jacket pocket when she hung it up for him after he went back to the
restaurant.
But internally, that night marked the change for Stella Burnside.
Jackie was miserable in the girls' school that was halfway across town,
and the sensual mother could no longer pretend that her husbands' concern
was just his male protective instinct. She began to go out with other
men, when Jackie was sixteen, knowing that it would only be a matter of
time before Phil found out. Mostly, her dates were daytime affairs, with
men much younger than herself, because men who were her age were all
working. A couple of times she had even made it with high school boys,
all the time imagining how they would be perfect for her daughter Jackie.
It was also around then that Stella began to notice Jackie's strange
reaction to men and even boys her own age. She got frequent phone calls
from boys, and yet she almost never went out. Last year, when Phil had
left, Stella transferred Jackie back to the public high school for her
senior year, in the hopes that it would help the lovely blonde girl to
adjust to the fact that she was an attractive female on the brink of
womanhood who would have to learn to associate with members of the
opposite sex. It was at the public high school that the beautiful
daughter of Phil and Stella Burnside had been elected homecoming queen,
only to turn down the honor.
When Jackie graduated from high school last June, Stella had dreams
of sending her to college, where she would be able to meet scores of
handsome, eligible men. But it had been too expensive for Stella to pay
the fees and tuitions at the state colleges and universities, because
although Phil was still liable for support payments a long as Jackie was
in school, the reality of the matter was that little money came, and even
it was irregular. That was when the gorgeous divorcee had moved with
Jackie to a small apartment where all the utilities were paid, and that
was when she herself had gone back to work.
Going back to work was what emphasized the need for some kind of
protection, whether it be a man or dog. Jackie's schedule at American
River Junior College, a tuition-free institution not far from the
Burnsides' new apartment, was almost the exact opposite of Stella's work
schedule. The young, perfectly proportioned blonde had classes from 8 in
the morning until 3 in the afternoon, and often as much as five full days
would go by when the mother and daughter wouldn't see each other at all!
And if Stella couldn't be around to look after Jackie, she at least
wanted to have someone who could. A smart, loving German Shepherd who was
trained as a watchdog and bodyguard would be the perfect companion.
The raven-haired beauty looked again into the dark intelligent eyes
of the sleek two year old named Kaiser. A low grumbling vibration shook
the large dog's chest, and Stella hugged his strong-muscled body close to
hers, so she could feel the rumble through her ribs. Something told her
that this puppy would be the one -- Kaiser was exactly the dog she and
Jackie needed to have around.
She raised her eyes to the proudly watching young dog breeder. Matt
was a veterinary student at Davis, the University campus near Sacramento,
and he sincerely enjoyed the way his carefully-raised dogs seemed to charm
their way into his customers' hearts. He'd been raising dogs for five
years, since he was only sixteen, and he knew that dog breeding was
exactly the right career for him.
"Yup," he said heartily. "I think Kaiser here is yours, Mrs.
Burnside ... I can tell he already adores you!" Not that any man alive
wouldn't adore her, he thought to himself. A guy'd have to be blind or
stupid to be unaware of what Stella Burnside has to offer!
Stella stood up and ran her hands down over the front of her lime
green jacket, to smooth out the wrinkles. Her vivacious green eyes
twinkled suggestively and she subconsciously lowered her eyelids as she
slowly approached the young, t-shirt clad dog breeder. "How much will it
be, Mr. Fields?" she asked, her voice a low, husky purr. "And how can I
pay you?"
Matt Fields was flustered. Considering all the time and expense that
it had taken to raise and train Kaiser from a puppy, his normal charge
would have been $250, but something about the way the older woman was
talking made him think she was making an alternate suggestion. But surely
she's not ... I mean ... she looks too refined to be a ... a ... He
couldn't bring himself to complete the thought, not in her striking
overpowering presence. But what did she mean "How can I pay you?" if she
wasn't thinking of an alternative to money? His young, finely sculpted
face flushed slightly, and he felt his penis stirring in his cutoffs when
he finally replied. "Kaiser is $250, ma'am ... but ... but ..."
Stella's face fell. Two hundred and fifty dollars! That's two
weeks' take-home pay! When she'd come out this morning with the
intention of buying a good watch dog, she'd withdrawn all her money from
the bank, thinking that it would surely cover the price of a dog. But all
her money was just over $80, and she wouldn't even get paid again until
Friday. "I-I'm sorry, Mr. Fields," she stammered, but her eyes were still
glinting speculatively, "I didn't realize a dog would cost quite so much."
"He's purebred, Mrs. Burnside," Matt explained sheepishly, as if he
was embarrassed about his asking price. But he knew that professional
kennels could ask up to $500 for a trained German Shepherd puppy, and he
only sold dogs as a hobby. "I have his papers in the house, and you get a
week's supply of food, a regulation leash, and a free book on pet care
..."
Stella nodded as he spoke. "Maybe I could pay on time ...?" she
suggested, almost as if it was a question. She was afraid that this young
man was too innocent and inexperienced to realize what she was hinting at,
and rather than take the direct approach and proposition him outright, she
decided to be subtle, and let him suggest whatever he had in mind.
"Yes, yes, we could do that," Matt said quickly, pulling from his
back pocket a squashed pack of cigarettes. It was the first time he had
smoked since Stella had been here, and she was a little surprised to see a
man so young lighting up a cigarette. Of course, he was a few years older
than Jackie, the older woman reminded herself, and she had seen Jackie
smoke on occasion, particularly when the blonde teenager was nervous.
Maybe Matt Fields was nervous now, she reflected, and took advantage of
the situation.
"Perhaps, Mr. Fields, I could get you tickets to the theater where I
work -- the Double-X ..."
The dark-haired student looked at her suspiciously. This check works
in a porno theater? Christ! She really needs a dog, if she's not a
fucking whore! His cock leaped up in his cut-offs, and he was sure that
by now his erection was completely obvious to the older woman. Maybe she
IS a whore! He looked at her scrutinizingly, his dark brown eyes
examining her whole lithe body for some kind of subconscious clue as to
her occupation. But to his surprise, the young student found none of the
mannerisms that he associated with the prostitutes he and his college
buddies had visited, not too far from where the Double-X Theater was
located. Stella Burnside just stared back at him languidly, her green
eyes flickering provocatively. Christ, what does she want? the dog
breeder wondered. He didn't want to offend her ... but at the same time,
he wanted to make the sale.
"I ... um, it's okay, Mrs. Burnside, about the tickets to the theater
... I'll tell you what ... Could you give me a down payment now, and
then $25 a week until it's paid off? That way, well ... you can take
Kaiser with you now, and ... and ..." He didn't know what else to say;
she had put him under some kind of spell. Just last week a man had been
over trying to knock the price down on one of his Afghans, and Matt had
refused. But something about Mrs. Burnside seemed to put him on the
defensive, while at the same time, making him want to go all out to please
her.
Wow! Some chicks really have what it takes ... he thought as he went
inside for Kaiser's papers and a bill of sale. He found himself wondering
about Mrs. Burnside's daughter. Hadn't she said she lived alone with her
daughter? Hell, she must be about thirty-five or forty, he mused, even
though she's built like eighteen! So her daughter could be anywhere from
ten to twenty, roughly ... His brown eyes sparkled when he handed her the
paper to sign. Stella Burnside would be coming to see him once a week to
make the payments, and sometime, she might even bring this daughter she
talked about. Hell, any girl with Stella Burnside for a mother would have
to be built!
Matt grinned inwardly as he handed Stella Kaiser's leash, and helped
her carry the food to the car. He'd be looking forward to next Friday all
right -- that was for sure!
It was nearly three in the afternoon when the voluptuous divorcee led
the eagerly exploring puppy up to the second floor of the apartment
building that was to be his new home. At least the owners of the building
permitted pets ... They had to, because Stella had heard it rumored that
they had four dogs of their own, even though they lived out in the suburbs
and not in one of the apartments they operated. Now that the Burnsides
had a dog, four out of the five families on the second floor had pets of
some kind, and so far, the animals had caused no problems.
Jackie wasn't home from school yet, so Stella fixed herself a Scotch
over and sat down to watch an afternoon game show. She took Kaiser off
his leash, and let him wander around the one-bedroom apartment and small
sun-deck that overlooked the swimming pool. Before she'd gone out this
morning, Stella had bunched up some old blankets in one corner of the
deck, intending to make a sort of bed for the dog, but Kaiser merely
sniffed at the blankets and came inside to curl up on one end of the day-
bed, which served as Jackie's bed at night.
Oh, well, Stella thought, he'll get used to sleeping in his own bed
eventually ...
She left the television set going, noiselessly, and went into the
bedroom to take a nap. She'd slept only four hours last night as it was,
and Jackie would surely be home soon, so she wouldn't sleep too long. She
left a note on the refrigerator for her daughter, explaining Kaiser's
presence, so Jackie wouldn't be alarmed at seeing a strange dog in the
apartment.
But Stella must have been emotionally exhausted, because when her
lovely blonde daughter did arrive, the older woman didn't even wake up to
Kaiser's growls.
"Oh! Eeeee!" Jackie squealed upon opening the door. "Wh-what are
you doing here?" She was addressing the dog, forgetting, for a moment,
that it was her mother's day off and that she should be home somewhere.
The tall, well-proportioned blonde shivered into the corner of the tiny
kitchenette, bumping backwards into the refrigerator in her fright.
Kaiser came toward her, wagging his tail happily as soon as he recognized
the same scent he had picked up from the day-bed. Whoever this jittery
female was, he knew that she belonged here just as much as the older woman
did who had so recently bought him from his former master.
"Ugh, go away ..." Jackie whispered fearfully, until she felt the
refrigerator door handle with her elbow and whirled around to see the
note. Her eyes widened and her face relaxed as the eighteen year old coed
read what her mother had written. Then she looked back at the dog,
noticing, for the first time, what a really spectacular animal he was, a
perfect specimen of his breed. His markings were absolutely symmetrical,
and his coat was shiny and sleek. His eyes were friendly and expressive,
and all at once Jackie bent down to cuddle him.
"Ooooooh, there's a gooooood boy, Kaiser ... I'm sorry I yelled at
you, boy. I just hadn't met you yet, had I? ... Good dog, Kaiser ..."
The black and tan dog nuzzled up close to the sweet-smelling younger
girl, reflecting, to himself, the similarity between this new human and
the one who had retired to the other room. At the same time, he sensed
that the blonde girl who was stroking him was young -- perhaps too young
-- but there was a gentleness about her nature that the older woman didn't
have. Instinctively, Kaiser knew that this female was more like him, for
at two, he was still a lively, exuberant puppy. Impulsively, he thrust
out his long pink tongue, running it along the inside of her wrist to show
the affection he already felt for her.
"Ooooh, what a friendly dog you are!" Jackie cooed. She'd never had
a pet, partially because her father hadn't liked animals that much, but
she had always felt at ease around the dogs and cats that her girlfriends
owned. Her native apprehensiveness prevented her from being the kind of
person known as an animal lover, someone who goes around gushing over
every dog or cat that comes along, but still, Jackie felt a kind of
kinship with the animals she knew, and she could feel a kinship rapidly
developing between herself and this new dog, Kaiser.
"Did Mother feed you yet, Kaiser?" she asked, noticing the huge bag
of dry dog food on the kitchen sink. "Are you hungry?"
Kaiser merely wagged his tail and hung his tongue out as he followed
the pretty new mistress toward the sink. It was till September, and
Sacramento was warm this time of year, so it wasn't surprising that Jackie
wore no hose, just a pair of sandals and a conservative, but alluring
summer dress. The German Shepherd stroked his face across her bare calf,
growling unconsciously with the silky soft smoothness of her tanned skin.
Jackie twitched when his cold dog nose contacted her summer-warm leg, and
she instinctively pulled her leg away.
"Oh, what are you doing, Kaiser?" she asked in annoyance. "My, God
..."
Instead of moving away at her reprimand, the Shepherd nuzzled in
closer, letting his tongue lap up her leg past her knee, his head
insinuating itself up her dress!
The startled blonde girl dropped the dish she'd gotten down from the
cupboard and jumped to the other side of the room. "Kaiser, no! NO! Did
they train you to do that?" When she asked it, it was merely a rhetorical
question, intended to make the animal feel guilty for his lack of
prudence. But as soon as she heard her own words, she grabbed the note
from her mother again.
"Kaiser is a watchdog and bodyguard," the note said, "and he's
supposed to like women ..."
"Like women?" Jackie repeated aloud. "Like women how?" As she
looked down into the eyes of the dog that was watching her so intently, a
cold shudder of apprehension gripped her. She stood absolutely still as
the dog boldly approached her again, this time sticking his head right up
the front of her dress, snaking his long dog tongue out to lap at the
crotchband of her panties!
"Oh! ... Oooooooh ..." Jackie shivered. When she stepped forward,
Kaiser stepped backward, his head still embedded between her trembling
virgin thighs. When she stepped back, Kaiser stepped forward ... He
followed her that way all the way into the living room, where the blonde
teenager sat down in front of the soundlessly flickering TV set, trembling
at Kaiser's touch.
She didn't realize that the fact that the TV was on meant that her
mother was home. She had gotten so used to Stella's being gone to work by
the time she came home from the college, that it was always a surprise to
walk in and find her mother here, puttering around the house or fixing
dinner. Today, however, her mother was asleep, and to Jackie, she might
as well have been at work.
"Oh, God, Kaiser ... Oh, God, you can't do that ..." Jacqueline was
whispering to the friendly dog. "Didn't they teach you not to do that?
Oh, God! How can I make you stop licking me?" Her big, blue-green eyes
were dilated fearfully as she lay back on the cushions atop the mattress
of the daybed. The eager German Shepherd puppy leapt up beside her, his
nose still buried in her secret, forbidden loins as he slurped his tongue
in and around the crotchband of her panties, tasting the faintly sweet
flavor of her untried femininity.
Jackie had never felt a man touch her there before, let alone a dog!
In fact, the only person who had ever stroked her warm sexual slit had
been Jackie herself, during one of her infrequent, guilt-ridden
masturbation sessions. She knew it was wrong to touch herself there, but
sometimes she just had to do something, and her father's strictness had
banished any other thoughts from her pretty, inexperienced young head.
But now, something totally unexpected was happening to the innocent
teenager. She was feeling the flickers of arousal that she had felt when
her own small fingers played between her vaginal lips, and as she looked
down at the dog who was causing them, she could see his thickening red
penis slipping ever-so-slightly out of its well-concealed sheath, the
tiniest drop of semen appearing on its bright, gleaming tip. Kaiser knew
what he wanted, but he had been carefully trained to please his master or
mistress, and he was waiting for some kind of sign from the young girl
that it was okay to go ahead.
Jackie, however, was too confused to give any clear signals of any
kind. The sheer, unprepared for eroticism of the situation that had met
her at home this afternoon was making her almost giddy, unable to think
straight about what she should do. Surely this was wrong ... to let a dog
lap up between her legs. And yet ... and yet it felt so good! Her father
couldn't say she was a slut or a tramp -- she wasn't letting a man touch
her private parts. Kaiser was just an animal, a mindless beast with no
intention of harming her or degrading her. Oh, God, what can I do? What
SHOULD I do?
She watched the handsome dog with forbidden eagerness, her eyes
ablaze and a sheen of licentious saliva coating her naturally red lips.
Every move the muscular animal made caused her knees to tremble, as she
lay into the softness of her own little mattress with the huge German
Shepherd at her side. Unimaginable sensations of frenetic lust stabbed
into her up between her thighs, as she realized that Kaiser understood
what he was doing to her. He was aware that his tongue was lapping
dangerously close to her burning pussy slit, so moist that it was almost
dripping into the damp crotchband of her panties.
"Aaaaaaahh ..." Jackie sighed, as the beautiful darling's long thick
tongue curled underneath her silken panties to slide wetly between the
fervid, sensitive lips of her passionate virgin pussy. Before she knew
what was happening, Kaiser's tongue had laved its way up to the mouth of
her desire-inflamed vagina, drawing upward to encounter the mysterious
electrical bud of her clitoris.
"Ooooooh, God ... fan-taaasss-tic!" the teenager gurgled
ecstatically. She pressed her fingers into his furry head as his lewdly
nuzzling nose assaulted the most inner recesses of her secret being.
Kaiser repeated his lingual caress, drawing gasps of wild, intoxicated
pleasure from the innocent teenager, singeing her vulnerable young loins
as she unconsciously pushed her whole pussy mound up to him. His
deliciously lustful licking of her erotically steaming vagina was rapidly
causing her to sink into an entirely unknown world of carnal bliss,
driving her wild with the mind-bending sensations from his long, eager
tongue.
Kaiser himself could hardly contain his excitement. The household
near the center of town where he had spent both his two years of life had
only been occupied by an occasional girlfriend of his master or his
master's roommate. He'd had precious little chance to lick and suck the
sweet human nectar he had so accidentally discovered that he liked, and
somewhere back in his dog-brain, he had been looking forward to the time
when he could actually embed his scarlet penis right between some human
woman's legs. Usually, when he had gotten friendly with a woman who came
to buy a dog, the woman's husband had jealously guided her away, and
Kaiser had subconsciously developed a repugnance for human males, with the
exception, of course, of his master and his master's roommate.
But now, this gorgeous blonde woman was completely alone, and there
wasn't a trace of man-scent on her bed, a fact which made Kaiser ecstatic.
He licked enthusiastically through the sparse blonde wisps of her pubic
hair as she uncontrollably reached down with her own small hand to hold
her panty crotch aside to afford him better access to her seething cunt.
His blood raced hotly through his veins, and his pink dripping penis
extended even further from its dark enclosure. The delicate scent of her
rousing loin-spill, flowing outward from her virgin cunt filled his keen
nostrils and made them flare. He stroked with increasing urgency and
ardor the moistened, silky pink flesh between her sensuously spread
thighs. His strong German Shepherd heart beat wildly at her fresh
feminine odor, as she now moaned continuously in time to the long, swiping
thrusts of his tongue.
"Oh, God, Kaiser ... ooooohhhh, Godd! ... It feels soooo good ...
It's so fantastic to feel your gorgeous tongue on my pussy, Kaiser ...
Oh, yes! OH, YESSSS!" She hissed through passion-clenched teeth, her eyes
tightly shut, her neck muscles straining as her beautiful blonde head
lolled back, rolling all of her long, cornsilk hair over her shoulders and
back, sliding it sensuously over her firmly rounded teenage buttocks. A
blue vein throbbed ardently in her temple as all of her healthy young
being gave itself over to the sheer, exquisite joy of having her cunt
lapped by an animal with such a marvelous instinctual understanding of the
human female body.
"Just keep licking, boy ... keep licking my pussy, you wonderful dog!
Oooohhhmmmm ... Oh, aaaahhh, I can't wait ... I know I'm going to cum
from your tongue, Kaiser ... I can feel it ... Oh, God, don't do
anything but suck me there! Kkkeeeeep sucking ... Lick me, Darling!"
Every nerve ending in her body seemed to scream out for completion
... completion in the form of her first, real, blinding orgasm!
Unconsciously she strained for it, forcing her young, seething pelvis
right up into the black and tan dog's nose. Her naturally ruby lips bared
back over her pearly white teeth, as she uttered guttural, animalistic
growls from the depths of her diaphragm.
But then it stopped! The delicious, tantalizing, tormenting tongue-
fucking stopped! The lewdly splayed out girl opened her clear turquoise
eyes in agony, as Kaiser stood up on the day-bed, and perked up his
sensitive ears. There was a noise coming from the bedroom ... There was
someone moving around on her mother's bed!
Jackie sat upright, fearfully pulling her dress back down over her
lust moistened panties.
"Mother? Is that you?" she called bravely, in a quivering voice.
Kaiser leapt down off the couch and trotted eagerly toward the closed door
of the bedroom, his tail wagging proudly in the air. Oh, God, I should
have known! It's Mother's day off!
Chapter 2
"Jackie, darling, is that you?" Stella Burnside's sleepy-sounding
voice called from the other room. Kaiser growled involuntarily at his new
mistress's voice, and he thumped against the closed bedroom door with his
tail. "Oh, yes!" the black-haired divorcee said suddenly, reminded of the
new member of her family by the thumping of his wagging tail. "Jackie,
have you met Kaiser? He's going to be our new Daddy, aren't you Kaiser?"
The door to the single bedroom in the small apartment flung open, and
the voluptuous mother appeared in a long, flamingo red dressing gown, the
filmy material of which clung alluringly to her maturely rounded curves.
She had let her jet black hair down for her short afternoon snooze, and
now it hung in a long shining cape all the way down her back.
Jackie Burnside was blushing uncontrollably as her mother walked in.
She realized fully that she had almost allowed herself to give in to the
sinful carnal pleasures of the dog's lewd, sodomizing tongue sluicing up
and down between her youthfully heated legs. And all the while her mother
had been right there in the bedroom, perfectly able to hear every grunt
and moan ... every wail of rapturous desire. Oh, God, the girl groaned
inwardly. How could I forget it was Mother's day off? She shook her head
and dared not look up. And I almost let him do it! I almost let Kaiser
lick ... oh, God ... I almost let him suck my pussy!
The blonde teenager automatically scooted over on the day-bed to make
room for her mother to sit down beside her. She focused her clear, blue-
green eyes on the silent TV set, pretending to be absorbed in the
afternoon movie as her hands crept down to smooth her skirt down over her
rumpled panties and trembling tanned thighs.
"How was school, honey?" the older woman said absently, sliding in
beside her daughter. "I'm sorry I didn't wait until you got home before I
went out to the breeder's, but I phoned him first, and he said he would be
out this afternoon, or something ... I think he's a student, too, just
like you are ..." She glanced sideways at the girl, her expression, as
always, hopeful that something might spark the teenager's prurient
interest.
"Oh --?" Jackie responded disinterestedly. "That's okay ... I mean
about not taking me with you. I'm sure I couldn't have picked out a
better dog than Kaiser." She smiled calmly at the still eagerly quivering
German Shepherd who had planted himself between the firmly curing calves
of the two gorgeous women. Her small hand crept down to pat him lightly
on the head, but the subtle pressure of her fingers behind his ears
signaled something more than just familial affection for the newcomer.
"No, I don't think you could have," Stella answered, her green eyes
fixed on her daughter's small hand on Kaiser's head. A tiny flickering
hint of salaciousness flashed across the mother's mind, but she discarded
it almost as soon as it occurred to her. Not Jackie, she thought. I've
heard it about some women ... but not my Jackie! But it would have been
fun to meet the dog breeder, I think ..." Her whole face sparkled with
anticipation as she introduced her favorite subject -- young men!
Jacqueline shuddered. She could tell already that her mother was
going to launch into one of her "get-out-and-meet-some-boys" lectures. It
always started the same way, with Stella telling her about this or that
boy whom she had met recently. Then she'd go on about how nice he would
look with Jackie, and how fantastic young men could make you feel.
Recently -- especially since her father had left them -- Jackie's mother
would even hint about sex, and intercourse! It made the poor teenager
wince!
Stella sensed her daughter's reluctance to discuss the handsome young
dog breeder, but she was determined to have her say anyway. Now that they
had Kaiser for protection, there was no reason in the world for Jackie to
continue her unnatural avoidance of all men. "Honestly, honey, he was the
nicest young man! He had dark, wavy hair -- not too long, about to the
bottom of his ears. And his eyes! God, darling, he just had the most
fantastic dark brown eyes ... I could just tell, looking at him, what a
stunning couple you would make ..."
"Oh mother, stop it!" the eighteen-year-old said irritably. I've met
the nicest man myself, she said to herself. A nice man dog ... Her
naturally cherry lips curled at the corners into a silent, private smile,
as her fingers scratched again behind Kaiser's ears.
"Jackie, just hear me out!" Stella exclaimed, holding her ground.
The ex-wife of Phil Burnside was a headstrong, iron-willed woman, and she
fully intended to do exactly what she thought was best for her troubled
young daughter. And anyway, the mother consoled herself, it wasn't as if
she was trying to get Jackie to do anything. All she wanted to do was get
the young girl to listen!
"Okay, Mother," the blonde girl replied sullenly. "But if you're
going to try to fix me up with a date again ..." She didn't finish the
sentence. She didn't have to. Stella knew well enough what the pretty
blonde teenager was referring to. It was that ill-fated blind date she
had arranged for Jackie last summer.
Gary Starkoff was a football player who had graduated from high
school in June, in the same class with Jackie. He'd taken a summer job in
his father's stationery store, two doors down from the Double-X Theater,
and like every other red-blooded man in the area, he had become
immediately infatuated with the magnificently proportioned older woman who
sold tickets in the glass booth out front. He'd invent excuses to walk
by, and when the stationery store closed at five, he'd come over to talk
to Stella between movies. A couple of times, she even gave him tickets to
see an especially exciting feature, like the time Candy Knockers came to
the stage in person.
Stella had never personally had anything to do with young Gary
Starkoff, although Lord knows she would have liked to. He was one of
those Eastern European broad-faced, husky types -- a strapping big boy
with maturely broad shoulders and an endearing, almost innocent smile.
His eyes were intense, cadet blue, his hair was sandy blonde-brown, and he
lumbered around like a kindly bear.
One night, he had heard Stella answering the phone which was hooked
up to the ticket booth, and he had gasped in disbelief when he heard her
say into the receiver, "Yes, this is Mrs. Burnside ..."
When she hung up, Gary croaked, "A-Are you Jacqueline Burnside's
mother?" Around school, Jackie Burnside had a king of prudish, hands-off
reputation, and Gary Starkoff couldn't believe that the open, friendly
ticket-seller could possibly be related to the standoffish classy chick
who had been his classmate. But as he looked again at the dark-haired
mother in the glass booth, he recognized the fine proportions, the
statuesque beauty, and superb curves of the blonde girl in his high school
class. It was incredible.
"Why, yes, Gary, I am!" Stella had replied in a pleased tone. She
lost no time in setting up a date for the young man and her daughter,
thinking to herself that if any boy could get through to Jackie, charming
young Gary Starkoff should be able to!
Gary had decided to take Jackie to a drive-in movie. The blonde
teenager knew that her father would have flatly refused, but Stella was
absolutely thrilled, and sent them off immediately.
At first, Jackie thought that Gary was polite and thoughtful, but
early in the second feature, his hands began to wander sensuously over her
firm, youthful curves, pausing suggestively over the large, rounded mounds
of her nipple-peaked breasts. Unconsciously, the teenager's tiny pink
nipples spiked up hard under Gary's fervent caresses through her tightly
fitting sweater, and she shuddered convulsively with the unwanted,
unexpected sensation.
"OOooooh ..." Jackie moaned over the muffled sound of the movie.
Gary had surreptitiously turned the volume down, so they couldn't really
make out what was being said, but the hum of the sound track made a
pleasant background to conversation for the teenager's encounter. Gary's
experienced fingers found the hem-line of the young blonde girl's sweater,
easing it up so he could stroke and massage the smooth tanned skin of her
flat belly and slender, indented waist. Jackie groaned and squirmed away,
knowing in her mind that what the just-graduated high school senior was
doing to her was wrong and forbidden. But strangely, her body didn't seem
to agree with her mind's conclusions, and she found herself leaning toward
the football player's strong-muscled chest while he continued to run his
hands over her tingling virginal flesh.
When the dusty-blond boy's face zoomed in close to hers, so close
that she could feel the hot rasps of his breath, Jackie could hardly force
herself to turn away! Every fiber of her young, inexperienced being was
tense and taut with anticipation, and she arched her neck so that her
full, ruby red lips were parted sensuously just below Gary's freshly
shaved chin, and she didn't even resist when he clamped his hot mouth down
over hers. His long, wet tongue shot lewdly between her surprised lips,
and his cheeks suctioned voraciously until she thought that her whole
mouth would slide right down his throat!
The excited, youthful athlete held the kiss for what seemed like
hours and his hands grasped firmly the thin jersey of Jackie's light
sweater, yanking it roughly up over her shoulders until it encircled her
neck like a bulky, bunched up necklace. His big, roughly calloused hands
were at her bra hook immediately, groping frantically to release her full
female mounds from the confines of the skimpy white brassiere her mother
had bought for her deliberately. It was only then that JackieÕs turquoise
eyes flew open in dismay, and she jerked against the youthÕs firm body.
"Mmmm ... MMMMPH!" she sputtered into his hotly clasping mouth.
"Oh!" she gasped, pushing against him with both hands to free herself from
his intense, dangerous grip. "Gary, donÕt ... Oh, God, please I ..."
The young football player grinned menacingly as Jackie looked down
and saw that her upper torso was almost naked. Her slinky blue sweater
was bunched up around her neck and her brassiere was hanging precariously
from the heaving fleshy orbs of her lushly ripened breasts, threatening to
fall off completely as soon as the last hook was loosened. Instinctively,
her small hands flew up to cover her virginal exposure and pull her
sweater down, but the sudden movement only served to release the last tiny
hook-and-eye of her bra clasp.
"Oooooooh...Ooooo nnnooo," she wailed shamefully, as the filmy
garment fell to the car seat, revealing the painfully distended melons of
her breasts to the young boyÕs lustful gaze.
"Jesus Christ!" Gary sputtered. His cock was growing impossibly
inside his jeans, and he yanked his fly zipped down desperately when his
eyes first caught the sight of Stella BurnsideÕs daughterÕs firmly
mounding breasts. To himself he remarked, I bet theyÕre as big as her old
ladyÕs tits! In his comparatively vast experience, the hot-blooded high
school football player had seen a lot of girlÕs tits -- and, yes, even
some grown womanÕs adult breasts, too -- but never before had he laid eyes
on quite so fine a pair as Jackie BurnsideÕs. He released his blood-
filled cock from the confines of his pants and began stroking it
automatically, skinning back the thick foreskin to expose the shiny,
purpling head.
Jackie gasped again when she saw what her companion was doing. She
tried to pull her sweater down again, but she was trembling so badly in
her apprehension that she succeeded only in half-covering her body, and
one heaving breast still protruded lusciously from under the bunched up
blue sweater. Her eyes were riveted uncontrollably on the youthÕs hugely
blood-engorged penis, and she recoiled fearfully when he took it in one
palm and shook it at her.
"You like my old cock?" Gary rasped lewdly. "You want to taste my
head ... or would you rather I stuck it up your tight little cunt?"
His obscenely crude words made the innocent young girl wince, but
deep inside her belly, she felt a strange lurching of arousal, almost as
if her body was responding of its own volition to what the young boy was
saying and doing. Aloud, Jackie said nothing -- she was speechless in her
aroused confusion, but her mind whirled insanely. Oh, God, did Mother
know he was going to do this? What did she think I would do? Oh, God!
What would Daddy think? I just can't let this happen! I can't ... but
... but what can I do?
"Come on, Baby," the youth prompted her, gaining boldness with his
increased arousal. He could feel his whole pelvis beginning to rock with
the rhythm of his own masturbating strokes, and the nearness of the
beautiful, inaccessible teenaged blonde was almost making him cum.
Christ, he had to stick it to her! He longed to tear that short summer
skirt off her slender rounded hips and am his throbbing erection right up
her pussy, but he knew that it would take too long. His eyes rested on
the frightened young girlÕs mouth, and he hunched his hips up off the car
seat as he pulled her shoulders toward him with his free hand. "Oooooh,
shit, Jackie! YouÕve just got to suck my cock! My balls are aching like
hell!"
The blonde girl jerked back, as her breasts swayed crazily over
GaryÕs muscular chest. "Oh, n-noo! I-I couldnÕt!"
"Jesus Christ, girl!" the young boy sputtered angrily. He reached up
under her skirt and yanked down the wispy thin nylon panties from her hips
and buttocks, not even stopping when he heard them tear with his hasty
carelessness. His thick, masculine fingers were working at the softly
fuzzy mound of her young pubis, and Jackie moaned and groaned in a
combination of forbidden arousal and irrational fear. It wasnÕt long
before GaryÕs invading fingers were playing at the involuntarily
moistening lips of her virginal cunt, separating them teasingly and
tickling up between their soft, coraline dampness.
"Oooooaaaaah," Jackie shivered, letting her body slide down on the
seat so that Gary could better reach her twitching, tingling pussy flesh.
Her mind was totally numbed by the ecstatic, electric sensations that
seemed to be coursing through her body, and she could feel herself slowly
slipping into the bottomless abyss of forbidden, lewd pleasure, that was
sure to lead to her ultimate downfall.
But suddenly, there was a blaring of trumpets from the speaker that
still hung forgotten over the car window, announcing the intermission.
One after another, several lights flickered on to guide movie-goers to the
snack bar or the exits, and Gary Starkoff looked up in annoyance.
"Well, fucking hell!" he growled. "You God-damned little prick-
teaser! You knew the show was almost over, didnÕt you?" he asked
accusingly. "You fucking well knew that all you had to do was stall
around like some kind of damn virgin and then you could leave me with a
fucking hard-on ..." His deep blue eyes flashed angrily, and he started
the car engine even before Jackie had a chance to retrieve her discarded
garments.
There were tears in her eyes as Gary sped toward her home, and her
poor, unaccustomed cunt was twitching involuntarily in unsatiated
anticipation. She had never known that such intense need could exist
between her own two legs, and for the moment, she was almost ready to
accept her motherÕs contention that sex was what made the world go around.
But as the unfulfilled and angry youth neared the apartment that Jackie
and her mother had rented, the blonde teenaged girl suddenly felt
relieved, as she realized just how near she had come to giving up her
chaste status to a boy who was really more a friend of her mother's than
her own.
"God, that was close!" she thought to herself that night, as she
fingered herself to orgasm in the living room before her mother got home
from work. She tried to imagine that her small thin fingers were Gary's
huge round ones -- or perhaps even his cock, which she had gotten a
glimpse of in all its full, erected glory in the darkness of the car. For
the first time that night, Jackie remembered dreaming about a boy -- as
her sleep-visions were filled with huge, blood-engorged penises.
Now, nearly two months later, Jackie still couldn't forgive her
mother for causing her such confusing, frustrating embarrassment as she
had inadvertantly caused by arranging the date with young Gary Starkoff.
"Oh, Darling ... Gary just wasn't very mature ... But Matt Fields
is the most charming and polite young man. I'm sure he's a student -- and
he has his own little dog breeding business. I'm not trying to make you
marry him or anything, you know ... I'm just asking you to meet him!"
"Oh, Mother, I know!" Jackie sighed with a wan little smile. But
inwardly, she was thinking, If he wanted to meet me he would meet me
himself ... and Mother wouldn't have to go around trying to catch him for
me! It always made her a little bit jealous instinctively whenever she
realized that probably all the boys her mother brought home ostensibly for
her would actually prefer the older woman. It had been that way with Gary
Starkoff, anyway, for after the ill-fated "date" with Jackie Burnside, he
had made several deliberate passes at Stella, going so far as obtaining a
fake ID so that he could take her to a bar one night after she got off
work. The black-haired mother had fended off the younger boy's passes for
the sake of her daughter, but the knowledge was still there. Men just
like Mom better! Jackie thought defensively. So there's no point in me
going out with Mother's friends! Besides, she thought consolingly, as her
eyes wandered back to the strong, eager German Shepherd, I have another
friend now anyway!
"Okay, Jackie ..." Stella said with a tone of finality. "I won't
make you meet him, but I just might invite him over sometime ..." Her
catlike green eyes glinted speculatively, as she recalled the deliberate
arrangement she had made with the dark-haired dog breeder to pay once a
week for the gorgeous young dog. Surely Matt wouldn't mind coming to the
apartment sometime, to pick up the payment! And this Friday was as good a
time as any ...
It was easier to arrange than even the shrewdly conniving divorcee
imagined. On Thursday evening, she saw Matt Fields while she was working
at the Double-X!
"Hey, Mrs. Burnside!" he called jovially from the other side of the
street. She still actually did sell tickets to the hottest sex theater in
town! He ran across the street to greet her.
"Why, hello, Matt," she said softly, her lovely mouth curving into a
smile. It was in the middle of a movie, so there were no men gathered
around the theater the way there usually were. The curvaceous black-
haired mother stepped daintily out from the glass booth for a moment, to
let the younger man feel her heady presence in her brief, revealing
working costume. "I was just thinking about you," she added soberly.
The curly-haired dog breeder's eyes lit up. "You were?" he asked,
his voice betraying his excitement. He could feel his heart beginning to
pound and his penis stirred restlessly in his pants. Christ, this dame
was something else!
"Yes," Stella responded. "It's about tomorrow ... You see, I get
paid tomorrow, but I also have to work until two in the morning, so ...
Well, I think you would have to go to my apartment and pick the money up
from my daughter ... She'll cash my check at the bank for me and then she
can pay you ..."
"Oh ... is that all?" Matt replied a little sadly. He did wonder
briefly what Mrs. Burnside's daughter would be like, but he couldn't
conceal his disappointment that he wouldn't have the opportunity of
meeting the older woman alone. She had that magnetic, sexual quality
about her that boys Matt's age hardly knew about, except by watching old
movies. Most women Matt's age were more independent and practical, having
lost that seductive aura that Mrs. Burnside displayed so voluptuously.
Stella looked up at him through the corners of her eyes. Her
maturely alert ears had picked up the tone of regret in the young man's
voice, and for an instant she thought to herself. God, he's so young and
virile ... If it wasn't for Jackie, I'd take him myself! She glanced
into the glass booth and looked at the clock. It was almost eight, and
the second film didn't start until 9:15. Normally, the voluptuous ticket-
seller took her dinner break in the theater office inside, but ... Oh
what the hell! I might as well go out to "dinner!"
She smiled at the brown-eyed young man who had sold her the dog.
"Tell you what, Matt," she said, "I get off in a few minutes for dinner
... Would you like to share it with me?"
"Shit, yes," the college student burst out, before he knew what he
was saying. It didn't matter that there were very few reasonable
restaurants in this part of town, or that he had just eaten dinner
himself. The chance to be alone with Stella Burnside was absolutely
overpowering, and like tens of young men before him, Matt Fields was
reeling mentally with the forbidden possibilities.
Stella was a light eater, and bought an apple and a Scotch-and-soda
from the proprietor of a bar next door to the Double-X. Then she led
young Matt up the back staircase of the dark, dingy theater, to a small,
partitioned off cloak room, which was labeled, "Female Employees Only."
"This is the woman's lounge," Stella said wryly with a little smile,
"but at the moment, Ginger and I are the only women employed by the
Double-X, so when I'm here, it's mine, and when she's here, it's her's
..." She hung up her light summer coat and sat down beside her guest on
the low, hard couch.
Through the thin, plaster-board partition, Matt could hear the
muffled sounds of the movie filtering in through the thick smoke of the
theater .
"Aaaaaah," a woman's voice was purring, "It's sooooo biiiiggg!"
Matt looked up at his hostess with a lewd twinkle in his eyes. He
made no secret of his huge hard-on anymore, and he even boldly loosened
his pants to give himself room to breathe. Stella planted her sensual,
heavily-scented body only a hair's breath from his firm-muscled thigh, and
his whole body twitched with her nearness.
"Aaaauugggh ... Jeeeesus!" a male voice groaned from the theater.
"Uuuggghh ... uuuunnnhhh ..."
Stella smiled again. "I bet you'd like to see the movie, wouldn't
you?" she whispered.
Matt gulped, and grunted, "I can think of something I'd rather see!"
His eyes fastened on the low-cut neckline of her brief costume, and his
mind tore away the obscenely arousing garment.
"Oh?" the seductress prompted, arching her back so her huge breasts
were thrust even further forward, looking as if they were going to burst
right out of her shimmering red hostess dress.
"Yes!" the college man growled, and his big, masculine hands groped
forward uncontrollably, dipping into that deep vee and grasping tightly to
both her gigantic, firmly fleshed female mounds. "I'd like to get a load
of your fantastic tits!" He roughly pulled them out of the tight-fitting
bodice of her costume, lunging forward with his head to suck first one
taut brown nipple and then the other. His hands dug into the soft white
flesh of each quivering breast, pulling them up and all the way out of the
alluring red outfit.
"Oh, my! Matt!" Stella squealed in amazement. It wasn't that she
was shocked or surprised by his sudden aggression, but she hadn't exactly
been prepared for it. Usually, when she was dealing with a young man, it
was Stella herself who had to take the initiative. But this dark-haired
dog breeder seemed to know more than he was letting on, and the gorgeous
divorcee was instantly admiring. God, it's a good thing I didn't send him
home to Jackie, she thought to herself. He'd have scared her off for
sure!
Stella reached back and let down the short zipper that held her
skimpy dress together, to subtly help the dog breeder with his arduous
task. Her huge breasts swayed and bobbed with their mutual effort, and
she knew that they were enough to give Matt -- or any other man -- a hard-
on with precious little else required. Her long, shining black hair
assisted the opulence of her full, perfectly proportioned contours.
Although she was massively build au balcon Stella Burnside had the
tiniest, girlish waist which flared outward into a full firm pair of hips
that were just made for bedroom games. If Phil hadn't been so preoccupied
with "protecting" his former wife, perhaps he might have had time for some
of those bedroom games himself. But as it was, young men doted on her
motherly proportions every bit as much as she adored their hard young
muscles, and the voluptuous divorcee often remarked on the good fortune
she had had to be free while she was still enticing enough to enjoy it!
Matt began reflexively stroking himself, his young mouth hanging
open. The grunts and groans from the movie screen were still filtering
into the small, makeshift cloak room, and combined with the sight of the
most magnificent female body he had ever seen, the obscene love-sounds
were enough to make his balls ache. ¥ "Oh, Jesus God!" the curly-
haired student mumbled, his mouth capturing one luscious breast again as
his eyes feasted on the sight of her nakedly wispy cuntal vee. By looking
down through the corners of his eyes, he could see the thinly lipped
little slit of the older woman's vagina, moistening slightly with her
shimmery liquid secretion.
The gorgeous theater ticket-seller was completely naked, now,
although in all honesty, Matt couldn't see how she had managed to shed her
clothes so fast. His hands were all over her as her body strained and
worked while he rubbed her buttocks in teasing little circles, gently
pressing apart the two full white moons as he moved his fingers upward to
the tiny puckered circle of her tightly clenched anus. He pulled her
whole body almost on top of his, as he worked his hand up into the satin-
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closer and closer to the moment of release.
Suddenly, it hit her, and all at once the entire apartment rocked
with the piercing shriek of the teenager's orgasmic wail.
"Aaaaaaiiiiieeeee!!! Aaaaaaauuuuuuuuuugggghhhhhh!!!! ...
Kkkkkaaaaaiiiser! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cummingcummingcumming!"
Her pelvis contorted with wild uncontrollable sexual bliss as her
loins seemed to convulse in mid-air, and everything about the lewdly
entwined beast and girl twisted and sobbed with excruciating joy. Her
vaginal passage seemed to constrict and undulate automatically around his
rapidly thrusting dog-cock, sucking his hotly scalding animal cum right up
from his heavy churning balls.
His tongue withdrew from her greedily sucking mouth and she flailed
her head from side to side, her face distorted with passionate lust. The
wildest flash of erotic sensation that that she had ever known or even
imagined shot through her like cannon balls, with every fiery spurt from
Kaiser's heatedly hosing organ. The obscene combination of their animal
and human cum trickled warmly out from her hungrily clasping young cunt,
falling in a tiny hot pool on the white satin pillow just below the
teenager's loins.
Jackie's first real orgasm seemed to last for hours, as she felt the
intensity of every last drop of Kaiser's sperm as it splattered up into
the unused depths of her vaginal receptacle. Her cunt seemed to twitch
incessantly, even after his deflating cock had slipped wetly from her
truly satisfied love-hole, and it was all she could do to roll off the
pillows and lie face down in her own, no-longer-virginal bed.
"Oh, thank you, thank you, Kaiser," she whispered to her canine
lover, before closing her eyes to doze off in a late-evening nap.
Chapter 4
At twelve forty-five, Stella Burnside quietly let herself into the
apartment she shared with her daughter, but she was totally unprepared for
what she saw in the living room. She noticed at once that all the lights
were on, and the quiet conversational tones of a late-night talk show were
audible coming from the television set. At first, Stella thought that
perhaps Jackie was just up watching TV, but one glance into the living
room told her otherwise.
Her beautiful, innocent blonde daughter was stretched out nakedly on
the crumpled satin sheets of her single bed, her sleeping face settled
peacefully in a calm, satisfied expression. Beside her, his huge, hairy
head resting on the soft mounds of the girl's buttocks, lay Kaiser; the
strapping German Shepherd guard dog!
As soon as he heard Stella's light footsteps, the big loving dog
raised his head suspiciously, but recognizing the scent and rhythm of his
older mistress's step he settled back down into his fleshy pillow. His
nostrils flared unconsciously with the renewed wafts of Jackie's musky
sweet sex-smell, and he shifted slightly on the day-bed.
"Mmmmph ... Kaiser, what -- ?" the girl mumbled, opening her eyes to
the dog's subtle stirrings. And then she heard her mother. "Oh, no!" she
shrieked aloud, her hand flying up to her mouth as she sat up instantly.
"Are you awake, dear?" Stella asked pointlessly, from the doorway to
the living room. "How was your evening?"
"Mother!" was all the distraught young girl could say. She sat up
hurriedly, pulling the pink satin quilt up to inadequately cover her
nakedness, and Kaiser acquiescingly leaped down off the bed to go and
nuzzle Stella's nylon-stocking-clad leg.
"Yes, Jackie... I didn't expect to find you up ..." the raven-haired
woman replied. Her mature, feminine imagination was mulling amusedly over
the possibilities of the awkward situation her lovely teenaged daughter
was in. When she had first bought the dog, Stella remembered, she had
noticed Kaiser's peculiar fascination with human females, and she even
recalled having been suspicious that he might try to do something with
Jackie. She had discarded the titillating idea then, of course, but now
...
I wonder ... I just wonder, Stella thought, hiding a smile. Jackie
was naked, there was no question about that. And Kaiser had been lying
across her bare, firmly rounded ass-cheeks, with a satisfied expression on
his dog-face. The bedclothes were rumpled, and the air was heady, as if
... as if something was going on in here! Look at the way Jackie's
clothes are strewn all over the floor! It was totally unlike anything
Stella's prim and proper daughter had ever done before.
The black-haired woman looked inquiringly into her blonde daughter's
embarrassed face. She said nothing, and it was Jackie who finally spoke.
"I ... I guess I fell asleep watching TV, Mother," she explained
illogically, "Kaiser was just ... just resting with me, I guess ... Oh,
Mother, I don't know what to say!"
"You don't have to say anything, dear," the older woman said kindly.
"In fact, I'm actually pleased ..." She didn't say or hint what she was
pleased about, or even whether she knew what Jackie had done a few hours
ago, but she sat down on the girl's bed, a speculative expression on her
sly, almost conniving features. "You see, I had something planned for
tomorrow, and I was wondering ..." The mother paused and looked around
the strewn little living room. "If you would be able to help me ..."
Jackie looked suspiciously into her mother's deliberately blank face.
Self-consciously, she wrapped her shiny pink quilt around her naked young
body, sitting up straight to hear what Stella had to say. "Help you?" she
inquired finally. "How, Mother?"
"Well, do you remember what I told you about paying for Kaiser on
time -- once a week?" The blonde girl nodded. "The first payment is
tomorrow, but I'll be at work. So, could you cash my paycheck for me at
the bank, and then pay Matt when he comes over?"
"Matt?" Jackie repeated. In her mind, she already sensed that this
was going to be another one of her mother's little "Meet-a-man" schemes.
But this time it will be different, the teenager thought smugly. Let
Mother introduce me to whoever .she wants to ... I've got Kaiser, now!
"Matt Fields is the dog breeder I told you about, honey," the older
woman replied dreamily, her pleasantly filled vagina palpitating at the
recent encounter with Matt in the lounge of the Double-X Theater.
"Oh, yeah," Jackie said expressionlessly. "Okay, I'll pay him ...
but ... but I won't try to look like the Queen of Sheba for him ..."
"Jackie! Have I ever --?" Stella exclaimed with exaggerated
innocence. But her expression softened when she belatedly caught the tone
of indifference in her daughter's voice. Something really has happened
here tonight! the mother told herself. And it just might be... Good Lord,
my own little Jacqueline!
* * * * *
"Oh, fuck, man, will you just come on!" Matt Fields shouted to his
roommate, Greg. "I can guarantee this broad's daughter is not going to be
a dog. Christ, if you only saw the way Stella was built, you wouldn't
even be arguing!"
Tall, blond-haired Greg Sullivan emerged from his bedroom in an
embroidered Western-style shirt and dark brown brushed denim pants.
"Look, Matt, I'm not trying to screw anything up for you, but why should I
give up a date that's a sure thing, for some half-assed chance to make a
chick you haven't even seen yet?"
"Jesus, man, man, I'm telling you, this chick's mother is fucking
built. Tits like watermelons, man, and the firmest little ass ..." Matt
made an obscene shape in the air with his fingers, and Greg smiled
indulgently.
"Yeah, okay, I believe you ... But hell, I thought all you had to do
was go over there and pick up the money ..."
Matt reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He
reached into the money section and pulled out a folded over envelope.
"That's what I thought, too, Greg," he said, opening the envelope." But
just as I was leaving last night, Mrs. Burnside gave me these." He held
out three tickets to the Double-X Theater, specially stamped and dated for
this evening's premiere showing of a new film from Argentina, that
promised to be the hottest attraction since "Deep Throat."
Greg reached over and took the tickets, nodding to himself. "Three
tickets, huhh? You're right, it does look like she was expecting you to
bring somebody along for her daughter ... And this lady works at that
theater? Shit, some guys have all the luck!" He handed the tickets back
to his friend, speculating aloud, "Well, at least it means that the
daughter is eighteen, so we couldn't get sent up for statutory ..."
"Then you'll come?" Matt interpreted his roommate's change of
attitude excitedly. "I swear to God, Greg, if the daughter's a dog, I'll
let you have a go at old Stella, and I promise you won't be sorry!"
Greg got up and smiled. "I guess that's all a guy could ask for,
Matt," he said. He flicked on the TV to watch the end of an old movie
while the young dog breeder got ready for what was likely to turn into the
most exciting evening either of them had ever spent. It was just getting
dark on the late summer's evening when the friend's climbed into Matt's
Mustang and headed toward the outskirts of town where the Burnside's
apartment was supposed to be.
"I swear, Greg, this chick has got to be good!" was the last thing
Matt said to his companion as they mounted the stairs that led to Mrs.
Stella Burnside's door.
Chapter 5
But Matt Fields wasn't quite prepared for the shock of seeing Stella
Burnside's daughter for the first time. When the apartment door slowly
opened a few seconds after he had confidently rung the buzzer, both the
curly, dark-haired dog breeder and his blond friend and roommate inhaled
sharply, exchanging meaningful glances.
Holy shit! Greg's look said to Matt. Is this girl real?
Matt's expression said wordlessly, Oh, Christ, I didn't know she'd be
this fantastic!
Jackie noticed their silent, subtle eye-contact, and interrupted them
sweetly, "Can I help you? Are you Mother's dog breeder?"
"I ... um, yes, I am," Matt stammered. Christ! And I thought her
old lady was something else! The pretty blonde eighteen year old was
wearing a thin, short dress, made out of some kind of slinky fabric like
jersey, and it seemed to cling precariously to her voluptuous young
curves. The neckline was modest, but the buttons seemed to have casually
loosened themselves, so both Greg and Matt could clearly see the huge,
tanned mounds of her firm, young breasts protruding above the top of her
lacy brassiere. Her legs were long and gorgeously golden, and it was
obvious that she wore no stockings at all. If it hadn't been for Kaiser's
eagerly joyful presence at the young girl's slender ankles and calves,
Matt vowed seriously that he would have raped her on the spot. God! No
wonder they needed a guard dog!
Kaiser's tail was wagging happily at the sight and scent of his
former master, but he instinctively growled at Greg's presence. Greg, the
dog remembered from his life at the breeder's, was the boyfriend of the
first female human he had ever licked to orgasm, and Kaiser still felt a
reserve of uneasy anxiety whenever he encountered his ex-master's
roommate.
"Well, come on in," Jackie invited them finally, when she was able to
get their attention. Their open-mouthed gaping was something she had
gotten used to in the years since she had turned thirteen, and she knew
that the only way to deal with it was to wait until they had their senses.
Besides, she felt safe and secure with Kaiser right at her side, even
though she knew that the dog must still feel some loyalty to his old
master.
"Thanks," both Greg and Matt mumbled in response to the gorgeous
teenager's invitation. They followed her trance-like into the small
apartment, sitting down on the day-bed which had only yesterday been the
site of Jackie Burnside's deflowering.
"Mother left the money," the girl explained, going into the bedroom
for the cash she'd gotten at the bank after school. When she returned,
she held out the two crisp bills, a $5 and a $20, in the direction of the
two young men, and suddenly she laughed. "Oh, my," she giggled. "I don't
even know which one of you is Matt Fields!" Her turquoise blue eyes
sparkled gleefully as she sat down in a rocking chair across from the day-
bed. "I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself ... I'm Jacqueline,
Stella's daughter ... Jackie, for short ..."
The curly-haired man smiled and said, "I'm Matt, and this is my
roommate, Greg Sullivan ... We thought ... Well, your mother gave us
tickets to the theater for tonight ... Would you care to join us?"
Jackie sighed. So Mother did try to set up a date! I should have
known! Aloud, she said, "I'm not busy tonight, but ... Well, I know that
my Mother probably asked you to show me a good time, and all that. And
honestly ... you don't have to take me out just for my Mother's sake ...
I'm really quite happy by myself." Silently she added, now that I have
Kaiser to look after me!
Both young men immediately protested and denied that Mrs. Burnside
had had anything to do with their invitation to young Jackie. Greg,
especially, took the lead and explained hurriedly how he had practically
twisted Matt's arm to get him to let Greg come along tonight. Matt didn't
admit that the situation was almost exactly the reverse, but he did wish
he hadn't promised Greg that he could act as Jackie's date. Shit, if he'd
imagined she was even half as foxy-looking as she was, Matt would've
agreed to take her out himself, the way Mrs. Burnside had hinted last
night.
Although the blonde teenager wasn't fooled by the two young men's hot
denials of her mother's involvement, she did finally agree to accompany
them to the sex theater where her mother worked. She had only been to the
Double-X once before, and that was last year, right after her mother had
been re-hired, and before the interior of the theater was remodeled. She
hadn't stayed for the show, then, either, and the idea of seeing what
really went on there sounded interesting.
She rode to the Double-X in the front seat with Matt, while Greg kept
up an animated conversation from the back seat. It made her shudder
inwardly when they rounded the corner onto the street where her mother was
displayed in a glass booth like a piece of meat for sale, and for an
instant, she wished she had not allowed herself to get talked into coming.
But surely Mother knows they were going to bring me here, Jackie
consoled herself. She did give Matt the tickets, after all! She couldn't
understand why her mother would want her going to a place like the sex
theater, but then, she didn't really understand most of what her mother
thought or did. It was as if the black-haired mother and her golden-
haired daughter were opposite ends of the spectrum, with totally different
goals and morals.
Stella Burnside's whole face lit up when she spotted her young
college student lover leading his friend and her own daughter Jackie
toward the popular movie theater. She excitedly let herself out of her
glass booth for a moment to welcome them to the show, and she beamed
silently to her young innocent daughter, thinking that tonight might be a
turning point for her. "I'm so glad you decided to come, dear," she
whispered, squeezing Jackie's hand. "I just know this movie will have
special interest for you ..."
Jackie looked quizzically at her mother, but Matt and Greg hustled
her past the stills and into the dimly lit cinema. It wasn't too crowded
yet, but the way the two ushers were laughing and rubbing their hands
together indicated that they expected to see a sell-out crowd here
tonight, for the opening of "Cecilia's Surrender," the hot new feature
film shot on location in Argentina, without any breaks in the action. It
was an entirely new concept in movie-making, and critics from all the
newspapers were already crowding into the special section roped off for
members of the press.
To Jackie, the theater seemed a lot more exciting than it had seemed
when she had been here before. In the first place, the standard, semi-
comfortable, velvet theater seats had been replaced by comfortable
couches, where people could be seated in parties of two, three or four in
intimate comfort. A balcony had been added, to provide enough seating,
and the furniture was grouped like chairs around a night-club table, so
that people could talk quietly to each other during intermissions without
disturbing others.
One of the ushers led Jackie, Matt, and Greg over to a plush green
couch against one wall, just behind the area reserved for the critics. He
leaned down and whispered to the blonde girl that it was the best seat in
the house, and that any daughter of Stella Burnside's certainly deserved
it. Jackie smiled prettily when the usher backed away and left them
alone.
It seemed like no time until the house lights began to dim, and a
spotlight appeared in the center of the stage just below the wide-angle
movie screen. A man's voice sounded boomingly over the PA system,
introducing the special attraction for tonight, Cecilia LaFruta, in
person, the star of the incredible new film, "Cecilia's Surrender!"
A low accompaniment of Latin-sounding music rose from somewhere in
the wings, and soon, the black spangled curtains in front of the screen
began to rustle and shimmer, as though there was some whirlwind force
rippling over them. In seconds, the whirlwind force was revealed to be an
unbelievably young-looking Latin girl, dressed entirely in red and black.
Her hair, which was long, thick, and curled voluptuously around her
shoulders like a fur stole, was a flaming, sequined red, and it shone like
real fire in contrast to the golden tan of her skin and the shiny black
patent leather of her abbreviated, bikini brassiere. Her naked torso
seemed to have been painted with some kind of sheer, shimmery glitter, for
with every sensual undulating movement she made, her whole belly seemed to
glow with the reflected light from the spotlight which was on her. Inches
below her glimmering waistline, the girl wore a short black skirt, hung
with long, spangled fringes which swayed and brushed against the floor.
Through the illusory black shadow that the fringe created. Jackie, Matt,
and Greg could see the girl's high-heeled Spanish riding boots, complete
with heavy silver studs which gleamed in the dark.
As she approached the microphone, the audience hushed, and you could
almost feel the intake of air as they all held their breath.
"Good evening, lay-dees and gentle-men," the soft-spoken girl said in
her exotic accent. "I am pleesed to come here, in the United States. I
hope you weel enjoy my new mo-vee ... I am verrry happy to welcome you
tonight ..." As she spoke slowly and carefully, her intense dark eyes
were glittering with sensuous moisture. The spotlight that was focused on
her gradually drew back, making the girl seem smaller and smaller as the
circle of light got bigger. Slowly, the black spangled curtains began to
slide away from the screen, and the spotlight faded to a faint, orange
glow. Then, incredibly, Cecilia LaFruta suddenly appeared to grow to
absolutely enormous proportions. The girl herself stood alone on the
stage, but behind her, her image appeared on the movie screen, dressed in
exactly the same clothes she was wearing tonight! The huge filmed image
began to sway softly to some unheard music, and below her, in miniature
real life, Cecilia danced lightly off the stage, leaving the whole theater
mesmerized by her sensuous motions on the film.
The green velvet couch where Jackie sat wedged between the two
college boys suddenly gave a little lurch, and all three occupants looked
up to see a smiling Stella Burnside sliding in next to Greg. "This is the
first showing of this movie," she whispered to the tall, well-built blond
youth, "and I always sneak in to see the first showing ..."
Greg smiled obligingly, thinking to himself, Shit, this broad is
twice as far-out looking as old Matt said ... Sitting between the older
woman and her daughter the way he was, Matt's roommate could feel his
loins beginning to tingle already, even though the movie had hardly begun.
The movie house was filled with the soft background music of the
movie soundtrack, and the huge, sensually swaying image of Cecilia LaFruta
on the screen gradually shrank, to reveal the setting of the film. The
girl was dancing to herself in some kind of dressing room, as if she was
preparing to go out on a stage any minute. In the upper right-hand corner
of the screen was a faintly blurred suggestion of prison bars, indicating
that the erotic young girl was being held captive, perhaps by the people
for whom she was preparing to perform.
The camera zoomed in on the prison bars, showing them to be in a
small window, and on the other side of the bars, two black glinting eyes
were staring lustfully at the captive slave. Greg inhaled sharply, as did
several other members of the audience, but his gasp was more than just the
realization that the girl on the film was in danger.
Someone's hand had planted itself down right over the growing bulge
of his penis!
"Aaaugh," he groaned in a hoarse whisper. "Wha --?" He tore his
eyes from the screen, and looked at the two gorgeous women on either side.
Both Jackie and her voluptuous mother were intently watching the movie,
but Greg looked down and saw that the hand over his pants' fly belonged to
Stella. Jesus Christ! he thought to himself ... She's supposed to be
Matt's chick ...
The girl on the screen seemed to be unaware that anyone was watching
her, and she continued dancing with increasing wildness, as though the
music in her head was reaching some kind of crescendo. She whirled and
spun around in the tiny dressing room, sending the long black fringes of
her skirt flying like a black cloud around her perfectly shaped thighs and
buttocks. Her flaming, glittering red hair whirled out from her head,
completely obscuring the beautiful mysterious features of her face as she
rocked and undulated in a frenzied spin, nearly causing herself to lose
her balance. The tension in the audience was reaching a heavy peak with
the pounding beat of the music that filled the theater, but still Cecilia
spun on and on, around and around ... and around ... Oh, God, and around
...
The camera focused on the lasciviously watching eyes again, and the
small-boned but voluptuously proportioned girl collapsed in a heap on the
floor of her jail-cell dressing room. She heaved and panted audibly, her
small olive hands reaching up to push her hair out of her perspiration-
glistening face. Slowly she stood up again, and miraculously, the shiny,
black-fringed skirt had gone, lying at her feet in a harmless dark pool of
fabric and fringe. Underneath, the slave-dancer wore only the tiniest
shiny triangle of leather panties, although her skin seemed to be painted
with some kind of shimmery, lust-arousing paint which created a sheen all
over her entire body. She began her dance again, to the obvious delight
of the on-looker, but this time she moved more slowly, with exaggerated
undulations similar to a bellydance.
Stella's wandering hand squeezed firmly over Greg's no-longer-
concealable erection, and her whisper assaulted his ears above the
background music of the film. "Oooooh, it's getting sooooo big already,
just like last time ..."
Last time?! Matt's roommate repeated to himself. Hell, I only just
met Mrs. Burnside a few minutes ago ... He looked sideways at the black-
haired seductress, trying to divine what was going on in her mind. Does
she think I'm someone else? Matt maybe?
An "Ooooohh" rose from the audience, drawing Greg's attention back to
the film, where the Latin girl was now removing her tight leather
brassiere, to release her magnificently huge golden-nippled breasts,
letting them stand out proudly in the imaginary privacy of the jail-cell.
Greg gulped in the darkness. Now he was really becoming lost.
Stella was stroking and squeezing his cock wildly, and the girl on the
screen was stripping down to nothing. His balls throbbed hotly, building
and growing with their overload of orgasmic liquid.
Cecilia was squeezing her nudely exposed breasts in her hotly working
young hands, and her moans came clearly over the speakers. Her slender,
delicate fingers came up to tweak at the pulsating, blood-hard erections
of her nipples as she began to rub her lovely tanned legs together,
causing the meager triangle of her patent leather panties to slide slowly
down over the studded black boots to the floor. Her pubic hair was barely
discernible on the screen, a sparse, fleecy vee of red-gold curls,
glittering like the rest of her young body with a healthy, lust-inspiring
sheen. She fell backwards onto the only piece of furniture in her cell-
like dressing room, a low flat bed that doubled as a chair, bench, or
couch. Her hands flew down to stroke and tease at her delicately exposed
genitals, drawing a gasp of passion from the audience as well as from the
man in the movie, who was watching from the other side of the window.
The young girl's buttocks were twisting passionately against the
uncomfortable-looking couch, and she groaned and panted aloud as if she
hadn't been fucked properly in years. Jackie's young heart went out to
the girl, who couldn't have been a day older than Jackie herself, and
almost unconsciously, Stella Burnside's daughter folded her own hands
across her lap, pressing down into the warming split between her legs.
Matt Fields sensed her movement and pulled her closer to him, shifting his
body slightly so that his growing penis was pressing into her firm young
thigh.
To hell with Greg, the dark-haired dog breeder thought. He didn't
really want to meet this gorgeous little chick anyway ...
On the other side of the eighteen year old blonde, Greg's breath was
hitching spasmodically in his throat. Stella Burnside, his good buddy's
latest lay, was still massaging his groin maddeningly, and she had begun
to coo into his ear, her perfumed breath tickling hotly at his sensitive
inner flesh. He wanted to say something -- at least point out that he
obviously wasn't whoever she seemed to think he was -- but he knew if he
said anything at all it would be a lewd invitation to fuck.
The young girl on the screen lay back ecstatically, her desire-
hardened breasts pointing skyward and hardly even jiggling. Her fingers
slithered in and out of her openly spread vaginal mouth, which was
glistening up between her widespread legs, still encased in the long,
high-heeled Spanish boots. Sharp little cries began to break from her
full-bodied red lips, as her lovely head strained back so far that the
camera picked up her hair as it flailed under the bed.
Before long, Cecilia was writhing lasciviously in the grip of her
obscene, imprisoned display. Her hands ran all over the delicious
contours of her sleek young body, then plunged again into the bottomless
well of her eagerly working young cunt. When she caressed herself, her
hands moved with the power of pure lust, dancing erotically over the flat
shimmery expanse of her belly and digging greedily into the exquisite
roundness of her belly and digging greedily into the exquisite roundness
of her firm young breasts. She groaned and pulled her knees up until they
were almost touching her breasts, the juices from her hotly glinting cunt
moistening the flat mattress below. Her fingertip crawled like a spider
into the soft, hair-covered lips of her young vagina, spreading them apart
until the wetly pulsating inner flesh was obvious to the camera and the
audience. She groaned again as she plunged her fingers deeply into the
boiling cauldron of her lust, its oval, fish-liked mouth opening hungrily.
Her face contorted as she violently fingered herself right in front of the
glinting eyes of her jailer as well as the eagerly watching eyes of the
audience. A gasp rose from the movie-viewers, as her tiny, tightly
flexing young anus lifted upward into the light, puckering open slightly
as if with well-used practice.
Greg gaped with disbelief as Cecilia stroked her pussy flesh, swiping
up fingerfulls of moisture to spread down into the crevice between her
widespread ass-cheeks, her tiny clitoris standing out high and hard above
her desperately working hand. By now, the college student could feel his
penis almost boiling over with little drops of cum at its head, and his
testicles felt as if they were being tightened in a vice. His eyes rolled
frustratedly in his head, and a streak of perspiration broke out on his
forehead. Stella was still massaging his cock, but she hadn't made any
further move. For a moment, Greg was afraid he might slip and groan out
loud from the pain building in his overheated loins, and his balls felt
like powder kegs ready to explode.
The girl on the screen fingered her anus and then returned to the
wetly gleaming slickness of her open vagina. Her hungrily probing fingers
worked up inside the pink, wet folds, widening them with each wet sluice.
Then she slipped two fingers smoothly in and out, groaning excitedly all
the while. Her legs jackknifed back again, knees pressed tightly against
her youthful breasts and her soft rounded pelvis worked demonically all
around her finger-fucking young hands.
Her facial muscles tightened and strained after an almost impossible
pause. Clenching her teeth agonizingly together, she thrust a third
finger alongside the others in the hungry pink folds which easily
swallowed all three with a greedy wet sucking sound. A soft purring moan
of pleasure broke from the red-headed girl's lips as she writhed with
desire. Her fingers drove faster and faster, the rapid rhythm forcing
grunts of savage, primitive passion from her beautiful young face.
Her body flesh seemed to glow almost red, burning for orgasm. Beads
of sweaty desire glistened across her fevered young brow as her lovely
head lolled from side to side on the flat bed, her long red hair flying
out behind her in frustration at her inability to reach climax. She
strained after it urgently, her fingers pistoning up inside her open,
exposed cunt, her groans increasing in urgency just as her dance had at
the beginning of the movie.
Suddenly, both on the screen and inside the movie theater, there
seemed to be a standstill of time. The wickedly spying jailer in the film
softly unlocked the door and let a huge German Shepherd bound into the
cell!
Cecilia's eyes widened in genuine terror, and she jerked the back of
her hand against her mouth, but the movie didn't stop. Her scream pierced
the heavy, anticipating air of the theater like flash of lightning, and
beside Greg and Matt, Jackie slumped into the couch.
"K-Kaiser ..." she whispered to herself, her big innocent blue eyes
glued firmly to the movie screen. She saw clearly the girl in the film's
sincere, unaffected horror, and she somehow wanted to tell her that it was
going to be all right. But, God, how could she talk to someone in a
movie? Is this... is this what Mother meant when she said I would find
the movie interesting. Jackie stole a glance at her mother, on the other
side of Greg Sullivan, but the hazy, dilated-pupil look in Mrs. Burnside's
eyes told the young girl nothing. Did Mother know that there was going to
be a dog in this movie? Does she know about me and Kaiser?
The blonde teenager could discern no clues from her mother's
expression, and she didn't look down, or she would have seen the older
woman's hand as it slowly, silently began to tug at Greg's fly zipper.
The college senior jerked suddenly from the first cool touch of Stella's
pleasure-giving hand on his naked sensitive penile flesh, but he dared not
speak.
The girl on the screen was sitting up in quivering fear, her hard
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Subject: MothAnml (7/8) "Mother's Animal Lover"
Date: 2 Mar 1996 15:11:09 GMT
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hands. "Come on, boy, show me what you did for Jackie ..."
The piquant fragrance of her mating heat fired the young dog's loins.
He sensed a relationship between this woman and his recent young conquest,
a relationship that promised a similarly pleasing encounter. He
recognized the rising aroma of Stella's female sexual arousal that was so
close to the scent of Jackie's virginity. He would have to lick her
there, between her legs, to find out if they both tasted the same. His
snout wiggled and sniffed toward her hotly burning vaginal crevice,
picking up the fierce potency of her sexual aroma, moist and wetly
pulsating with its bright promise. He could detect the shivering ripple
of excitement passing through her huge breasts and splendid hourglass
hips, tremoring onward into her loins and then passing out through her
legs. The pointed tips of her nipples quivered before him like lustfully
shaking jelly as he roamed her body with his eyes. He stared hard into
the sensuous triangle of her soft pubic curls, so much thicker and darker
in color than her daughter's. Underneath, he could just make out the
sultry, hungry-looking lips of her moistly gleaming pussy mouth.
"Ooooh, come on, Kaiser, boy," Stella groaned, stroking his furry
head back behind his ears. "You can tell I'm ready, can't you? The dog
in the movie didn't seem to have any trouble.
Kaiser's eyes gleamed as he caught the intensive charge of lurid
sensuality emanating from her huskily moaning throat. Her eyes were
fastened on him, and she noticed that he seemed to be as lustfully aroused
as she was. She wondered why he didn't just get on with whatever it was
he was planning to do.
"Please, lover-boy," she begged. "I want you to lick my cunt, like
the dog did in the movie ... Come on, Kaiser ... What do you want me to
do?" The green-eyed woman stared wonderingly into the perfectly-formed
creature's eyes, and she was sure she could see them smoldering in desire.
But at the same time, she found no clue, no hint, as to what he expected
her to do.
M-maybe, she thought, I'm supposed to kneel down like a she-bitch ...
But Cecilia didn't kneel until the very end! It annoyed her to be placed
in a position where she didn't know quite what to do next. With a human
man it was easy; she knew exactly what turned them on, and she could drive
them absolutely crazy with desire. But with Kaiser, Stella felt almost
like a teenager, as she groaned endlessly beneath the wet, searing
caresses of his hotly loving tongue. She watched with feverish eyes his
every incredible, passion-surging lick, wondering breathlessly how she
could ever have missed such delicious excitement as this, when she had
thought that she'd tried everything.
"Oooh, God," she moaned "just do it to me, Kaiser, baby. "She curled
her long-nailed fingers ecstatically around his ears. Her voice came out
with a mewling, pleading tone as she stroked his big, sensuously moving
head, while he continued to lick at her large, lavishly exposed breasts.
And then her breath began to shorten with frenzied anticipation, as
Kaiser's head gradually dropped, his tongue tracing a lurid path downward
over her belly.
"Mmmm, oh come on, boy hurry!" she gasped, spreading her thighs even
further apart to expose the thin vertical oval of her cuntal mouth.
"Goddd! You've got to lick my pussy, baby ... Lick my pussy like you
licked Jackie's last night. Mmmmmnnn, oh, hurry!"
There was nothing in her wildly lascivious experience as a swinging
divorcee to compare with this. What maddening thrill would the dog think
of next, to drive her absolutely insane with furiously burning lust?
Dazed with unsatiated desire, Stella raised her legs to draw them
obscenely back until her knees were flattening the soft yielding flesh of
her passion-swollen breasts. Her cunt was open and vulnerable to anything
that the impetuous puppy wanted to do to her. Uttering a little cry, she
felt his cold wet nose brushing ice-cube cold against her flushed cuntal
lips and upraised thighs. Suddenly she had felt it, the first contact of
his devilishly intoxicating tongue with her hotly aching pussy.
Impulsively she squirmed beneath the fluid heat of his lick as it
moved up and back from her vagina down through the smooth hairless valley
between the tensed mounds of her full-moon buttocks. Her heart pounded
like a tidal wave against the sides of a dam, fervid blood racing like
hell's fire through her veins. His sizzling animal tongue glazed over the
sensitive area around her tight anal mouth, its worming tip burrowing like
a beaver into the tiny puckered hole.
"My God, Kaiser, you do know what to do, don't you?" the black-haired
mother groaned, her eyes closed tightly as her head strained backward so
her long hair splayed around her face like a satanic halo. Her flesh was
swamped with this marvelous feeling of the dog's obscene tongue working
with fiery natural skill on her sex-drugged body, as she moaned and
whispered her frenzied encouragement. "Ooooh, yyyeeess, that's fantastic,
Mmmmnn ..."
Again he taunted her tiny puckered anus, until finally she felt his
tongue tip burning a fiery wet path slowly upwards toward the smoldering
lips of her sensuously squirming pussy mouth! The lips of her cunt felt
all swollen and sultry, as if they were sucking inward and then puckering
outward again for a kiss. A tremor of madly impassioned animalism washed
through every nerve-ending in her satiny flesh as he swept his tongue
wetly along the moistened coral crevice between her lewdly spread buttocks
and thighs, then down the entire length of her hair-fringed vaginal slit.
From the babyish pucker of her snugly clenched little asshole, it traced
mercilessly up over the pink, desire-fleshed edges of her excited cuntal
lips, and at last flicked at the hypersensitive pleasure button of her
tiny, erect clitoris.
"Oooooh, Goddd! GGGOODDD!" the voluptuously inflamed woman moaned,
lifting her head higher, her long black hair trailing back, in order to
better witness the obscene behavior Kaiser was exhibiting between her
lewdly drawn-up thighs. Seething stabs of mounting lust saturated her
naked womanly flesh at the sight of his moistly curling tongue as it moved
over the sensitive mouth of her now crazily twitching vagina. He worked
over her endlessly, and she gasped as the thick length of his fluidly
fleshy tongue spread incredibly deeply through the flowing dampness of her
pussy folds. He had all the expertise of any human male who'd ever licked
her flaming cunt.
The ecstasy continued to escalate, higher, higher. Stella felt as if
she was swimming right up into the starry summer stratosphere, her ovaries
about to burst all over her aching loins. She'd heard about dogs and
women, of course, and tonight she had actually seen the act performed in
all its lewd permutations on the screen at the Double-X. But never before
had she actually imagined that someday -- tonight! -- she would ever
indulge in it herself, and with the dog she only had for five days, at
that.
"Ooooh, I'm so glad I picked you out, Kaiser ... God, what if I'd
gotten one of your brothers? Then I'd never be feeling this ... this
gorgeous, wonderful ... Aaaaaggghh, Kaiser! AAAAaaahhh ..." She moaned
on and on while Kaiser's tongue continued to splay open her glistening
pink cuntal flanges, pausing finally when he knew she was looking, to stab
forward like a corkscrew into her wetly overheated vaginal channel.
"Ooooh, Baby Kaiser!" she gurgled. "You dddaaarrrrling dog! My God,
I've never felt anything so gggooorrgeous in all my life!" Her sensuous
curves convulsed spasmodically beneath his unbelievably lurid pussy-
lapping, and her mind drifted back to the theater, in the darkness where
she had sucked Greg's hotly branding young cock. Suddenly she imagined
the full, hard length of his burgeoning penis as it had felt throbbing in
her mouth, and she hungered for the taste of his creamy virile jism
squirting down her throat. Just the taste of it had nearly made her cum
in the movie theater, and now she imagined tasting it as the same time
that Kaiser was lingually caressing her loins. God! How incredible!
"Mmmmn, yeeeesss ... That feels soooo good, Kaiser ... Oh, yes ...
Keep licking ... Stick your lovely tongue right up there, Kaiser ..."
Stella breathed huskily, her sensuous voice spurring the dog on to even
more intense lapping.
She lifted her simmering loins and quaking ass-cheeks, grinding them
strongly against the wild, wet swirling of his animal mouth. "Oh, that's
right, Kaiser! That's it! ... That's it ... Ooooh, yes, I do love you,
Kaiser ... Mmmmm, lover ... Oooooaaah ... Just stick your tongue in as
far as it will go ... oh, yes ..."
She reached down between her widespread thighs, grasping his furry
head in order to pull his long snout tighter into her wetly throbbing
pussy passage. His firebrand tongue fired into the hotly seething passage
like a cauterizing iron, his animalistic whimpers matching her own
desirous mewls as he hungrily lashed and tongue-fucked her blood-engorged
cuntal flesh with a skill and ferociousness no man had ever shown her.
"Oh, Jeeeesus, you're driving me wild!" she hissed through tightly
clenched teeth, her beautiful head and long hair flailing from side to
side on the red velvet bed, her huge breast bouncing all over her chest
and upper belly. Her eyes gaped from the licentious pressure of his kiss
at her burning loins. The sight of him licking at her was so obscene that
the sheer illicitness of it sent her hurtling higher toward her brain-
rattling climax.
Kaiser could feel his flanks and loins pulsating ruttishly from the
musky scent of her sex heat that was flowing all over his nose so liquid
and slippery with desire. He sensed a wilder fire inside of her than even
the fire he had discovered in the innocent blonde form of her daughter
last night, and this intensity of lust made his blood pulse furiously
through his powerful body. The soft whiteness of the older woman's flesh
and the heated fumes of sexual excitement that generated from the warm,
hair-lined crevice into which he lapped his tongue made him feel a fierce
urging to do more than just simply lick at her deliciously upward grinding
cunt.
The hot pink flesh between her legs communicated its flowing wet
desire to him and he felt a wild stimulation which infused him with new
fervor. His loins began quivering with urgency, urgency to get inside of
her. Stella was enslaved by the rhythmic tempo of sensual gasps beneath
the powerful animal's fabulous tongue, fucking so snake-like up inside her
insanely inflamed vagina. She rolled her head from side to side in
cadence, gurgling with delight, still holding Kaiser's furry head by the
ears between her lewdly upraised thighs. Her brain was a lust-drugged
universe in itself, hopelessly dominated by his hungry licking of her
sweltering loins. She lifted her head, panting dreamily -- and then she
saw it.
Stella Burnside's gleaming, desire-drugged eyes widened at the
glistening spectacle of the dog's thick red cock emerging from its long
furry sheath. Hard and moist, its tapered end slipped and danced as it
continued slithering hotly from its fleshy scabbard beneath the puppy's
belly.
"Oh, my God, Kaiser!" the divorcee exclaimed, gaping at it lewdly.
"Are you actually going to ... to fuck me with that magnificent dog-cock?"
A licentious impulse of unblinded animalistic desire raged through her
nakedly trembling flesh, an obscene, mind-crazy desire which fascinated
the voluptuous woman beyond belief.
His cock was so beautiful, so huge and enticing. Never had a human
penis held such incredible fascination for her. As it slithered
relentlessly forward, her excitement was heightened, by its long, thick
crimson hue, thickening like a cone flaring from its beveled tip.
She stared at her pet's wetly gleaming hardness dangling down from
his powerful loins, her mouth salivating erotically as if she intended to
suck it. Maddening thrills of unnatural desire surged through her
overheated genitals as her lips and tongue unconsciously prepared for
their most licentious visitor.
Stella stroked Kaiser's big head lovingly as her sensitive cuntal
flesh sparked wildly from the damply matted black curls under the dog's
laving tongue. Her nakedly thrusting breasts seemed to quiver
electrically with the lewdness of her private desire and anticipatory
excitement.
"Now, then, Kaiser," she said to the aroused young beast. "I just
want you to lie down here ... This is something they didn't do in the
movie ... All you have to do is relax, and let Stella take care of your
gorgeous hard cock ... Mmmm, good boy, Kaiser," she instructed, through
her delirium-hazed imagination. She crawled to her knees, her huge
breasts hanging down over the bedspread and ballooning with their swinging
weight. Kaiser backed off her tingling body, unaware of what she wanted
him to do, but she continued to stroke his sleek soft coat lovingly,
restoring his confidence in her willing compliance. She kept her eyes
locked on the solid length of red flesh, emerging so attractively below
his furry belly.
Kaiser was surprised that the beautiful older woman didn't kneel up
on all fours, the way he half-expected her to do so that he could more
easily thrust his dog-cock into her vagina. Instead, however, she was
cooing adoringly to him, and he whimpered in confused response, his mating
hunger continuing unabated. But then she gave a command that he
recognized: "Roll over!" and he did just that.
"Ooooh, yeeesss, Kaiser ... Perfect!" Stella exulted, crawling over
him to position herself with her pussy just inches form his face. She
eased herself forward, at the same time dropping her naked thighs all the
way back, and placed her face directly above the huge exciting hardness of
his animal cock.
Frantic emotions raced through the keyed-up divorcee. The thought
alone of what she was about to do was driving her mad with desire.
Breathing heavily through her flared nostrils, she pushed her arched
pelvis down toward Kaiser's handsome face, spreading her legs. His nose
drew inward as if by magnetism toward the wetly throbbing heat of her
openly yearning cunt and almost immediately, his tongue lashed out, making
her moan with pleasure as it sliced up into the pink wetness of her
deliriously agonized vaginal flesh. Gibbering mindlessly she lowered her
cheek to rest against his warm, hard belly, her hand quickly grasping his
rapidly expanding cock.
Once again Kaiser sensed the pulsating blood in his loins as he
tasted and sensed in his nostrils the heated aroma of the woman's wide
split cuntal channel. He could feel her wonderful fingers on his loins,
their affectionate touch making him tremble with excitement. The urge to
close his eyes and give himself over to the warm wet sweetness of her
seeping pussy carried the young dog into a realm of unheard-of rapture.
Stella gasped hungrily as she clasped his amazingly huge cock in her
fingers, feeling its lust-hardened thickness growing even as she
manipulated it with her hand. She looked at it ravenously, imagining the
taste of his deliciously obscene animal cum, and the feel of his penis
slithering wetly in her hotly salivating mouth.
"This is it, Kaiser, boy," she murmured, her eyes glazing over as if
she was drugged, her hand jerking his animal penis lovingly. She worked
the heavy protective sheath back and forth while his hotly searing tongue
licked at her maddeningly enraged cunt. Then, with a low, lust-inspired
moan, the obsessed woman parted her lush warm lips to let the slender
tapered dog penis ease into the torrid moisture of her greedily welcoming
mouth. It slithered in slipperily, wetly, until finally it rested all the
way back in her rapturously gurgling throat.
Stella sighed ecstatically. She brought her tongue into play
frenziedly, licking hungrily as the delicious animal penis stroked in and
out of her mouth. A sensation of wanton relish raced through her loins as
she started sucking madly on the delicious tasting animal organ.
Mmmmmmmnnn! Oh God! It's so incredible! It was as delicious as any
man's cock she had ever tasted in her life. It seemed to swell and harden
with every single mad swipe of her pinkly caressing tongue.
She could hear Kaiser's high-pitched animal whining as he continued
to lovingly lick at her hotly inflamed pussy, and she began to suck and
twirl her tongue around his long thick member in order to repay the
unbelievable pleasure he was imparting through her passion-soaked loins.
His powerful body responded passionately to her ardent sucking, his canine
pelvis jerking forward to force his penis all the way to the back of her
mouth. His heavy, sperm-laden balls bumped softly against her chin as her
hand brushed along his belly. Finding the smooth tautness of his
testicles, Stella cupped them warmly at first, then gently kneaded and
teasingly stroked them with her fingers. Again Kaiser whimpered, this
added titillation making him start a pumping fuck-rhythm between her
hungrily ovalled lips.
The exotic taste of his animal penis made her loins swarm like a
beehive. She reveled in a swamp of sensuality, mouthing and tonguing him
with increasing urgency, her cheeks hollowing passionately, her eyes
glowing with unchecked lust. Below, between her widely-spread thighs, he
continued to lap avidly at her cunt. His cock was deliciously warm, and
spiced attractively with the sweet raciness of animal sperm.
The shining smooth cone of his expanding penis fucked up into her
face with perfect rhythm, while his tongue sluiced ever deeper into the
eagerly accepting opening between her shivering thighs. She nipped and
gently scraped his cock with her teeth, swirling her tongue in provoking
little flicks over his throbbing organ, her mind totally fogged by the
bizarre, licentious hedonism of her immorality.
Mmmmmnnn, what is his lovely animal cum going to taste like? she
wondered silently. She could almost imagine it, squirting up from the
tiny dilated hole of his glans to spew in hot liquid jets down her
starving throat. Kaiser's lustful pants were shaking the whole bed, and
Stella couldn't help thinking that it wouldn't be long, now, before all
her prurient questions would be answered.
Kaiser's thickly turgid dog shaft felt as though it was thrusting
into an actual clutching vagina, so warmly did his mistress's mouth meld
around it. And at the same time, his nose and jaws were inundated with
the heated musky aroma of her human female sex, and his long lapping
tongue reached far up into her undulating vaginal channel, teasing
sensually at the fleshy tip of her cervix. His great rocking chest
emitted low, uncontrollable growls with every rasping breath that he took,
and in his bestial mind, he knew that he was nearing his climax.
Stella had never sucked a man so vigorously in her life. Steeped in
the voracious animalistic pleasure of the lewd situation, the voluptuously
curved woman mouthed and pulled at Kaiser's penis, waiting for his dog cum
to shoot scathingly into her suctioning mouth to drip down her throat and
into her wildly heaving belly. Her own hips and pelvis were quaking
tremulously above his licking and sucking mouth, and she could feel her
loins boiling and ready to climax.
God! Oh, God! It's almost there ... al-most ... there ... she
chanted inwardly, as a raging tongue of fire seemed to scorch through her
belly. She clutched lovingly, urgently, at the handsome German Shepherd's
swollen testicles, feeling through the thin membrane the churning of his
heated canine semen as it prepared to explode into her mouth. And
Kaiser's almost ready, too! she exulted. Oh, more, more, more, deeper ...
mmmm ...
Stella didn't hear the key turning in the lock, and she didn't hear
Jackie's softly tip-toeing footsteps in the hall.
Chapter 7
"Shhhh" Jacqueline whispered to her two male companions, "Mother may
be asleep ..."
"Okay," one male whisper responded, "we'll wait out here until you
check."
Matt Fields grinned triumphantly to Greg Sullivan, and the two of
them sat down in the darkened hallway outside the Burnside's front door.
Jackie left it closed, but unlocked, so that the two college seniors could
come inside with her as soon as she determined that the coast was clear.
Kaiser should present no problem to the healthy young men in this case,
since one was the dog's trainer and former master, and the other one was
at least familiar to him. But all three young people had decided that it
would be better if Jackie went in alone first, just to see what the
situation was.
After all, it was three-thirty in the morning, and to all intents and
purposes, it was the longest that Jackie had ever stayed out on a date in
her life. Furthermore, it was the first and only time she had ever done
quite what she had done tonight, although from now on she knew she wasn't
going to be so puritanical. Matt and Greg had driven by a liquor store
not too far from the Double-X and picked up some gin and mixers as well as
a couple six-packs of beer. Then they had taken the still-hesitant young
blonde back to their house, just to meet young Jackie.
After a few drinks -- her first alcohol since she had refused her
mother's offer of wine once -- Jackie felt a little more at ease with her
mother's young friends, and she freely discussed the things that went on
in the movie. Almost unconsciously, her slender young hand reached
forward to touch behind Klamath's ears as she spoke, and gradually,
imperceptibly, she began to get physically excited by the things she was
saying.
"Oh, yes," she slurred daintily, "I know that G-German Shepherds have
a great attraction for women ... and I feel the same way about my own dog
... you know, Kaiser -- the one you sold to Mother," she added by way of
explanation.
"Yeah?" Greg prompted lasciviously. "You mean, you and Kaiser have a
... a sexual relationship?" Exactly six beers in the space of an hour and
a half made the student quite blunt, and a lot less nervous than he had
been at the theater.
"Well, sort of," Jackie demurred, but she didn't blush. "It's only
been since last night ..."
Through her alcohol-fogged haze, the eighteen-year-old didn't feel
the secretive shame and embarrassment with the two young men that she had
felt last night with her own mother. Perhaps the presence of the two
young dog-brothers also subtly put her at her ease, because they were both
so much like her own pet.
She didn't have any idea how long she talked to the two students whom
her mother had befriended, but she remembered the point at which they
professed not to believe what she was saying with the idea of getting her
to prove it.
"Oh, come on, Jackie," Matt said with pretended derisiveness. "You
expect us to believe you've done what Cecilia did in the film? God, I
thought you were some kind of virgin ..."
"I was," Jackie insisted, "but it doesn't mean I haven't fucked my
dog!"
"Well, I don't believe it," Greg said point-blank. "I don't think
it's possible; that movie was just trick photography ..."
Jacqueline Burnside, the formerly prudish young girl who had turned
down the honor of serving as her high school homecoming queen, stood up
giddily and began to strip out of her clingy dress. She giggled when she
realized that she must be drunk, but the realization didn't stop her from
continuing with her lurid plan. Both Matt and Greg watched with bated
breath as she boldly removed her brassiere, letting her unbelievably huge
teenaged breasts heave into freedom. The two roommates exchanged glances
when she applied herself to her thin, lust-dampened panties, sliding out
of them with as little emotional effort as it required to brush her teeth.
"Holy shit!" Greg sputtered uncontrollably, when Jackie stood proudly
in the middle of the living room in all her naked splendor.
The girl was undaunted. "Okay, I'll show you how I've done it ...
Do you want to see?"
"Hey, Jackie," Matt interrupted nervously. "I think you might be a
little drunk ... Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Of course I do!" the girl snapped back, and neither Matt nor Greg
could muster up the will-power to prevent her from giving them an even
more incredible show than the movie they had just seen. They watched
mesmerized, as the now-adept teenaged girl knelt in position before King's
eagerly twitching loins. The two students' eyes bulged when Jackie gave
herself over completely to the lewd fucking of the strange animal into her
pussy from behind, and they couldn't believe it when both Klamath and King
mounted her at the same time, one of them shoving his long red canine cock
into her welcoming cunt, and the other humping into her mouth while she
gurgled in rapturous excitement.
All that was hours ago now, when Jackie tip-toed into the living room
of her small apartment, preparing to pull the day-bed out from the wall
and fold the covers down. But as soon as she quietly closed the front
door behind herself, she felt that there was something strange going on.
Where was Kaiser? Why hadn't he come bounding to the door to meet her?
The blonde teenager crept down the hall, listening for sounds in her
mother's bedroom. Was Kaiser sleeping in there tonight? Carefully she
turned the doorknob, hearing the latch open so she could quietly push in
the door.
"Mother!" she gasped, her hand flying up to cover her mouth when she
saw the sixty-nining sodomy in the center of her mother's huge sensually
made bed.
Stella didn't even see her daughter then. Nor did Kaiser, the animal
she had purchased as a guard dog. She heard her lover whine and then yip
excitedly into her flaming cunt, and then she could hold out no more. The
torrential waves of her orgasm ripped through her loins, as her human
female cum gushed uncontrollably all over the dog's passion-drenched mouth
and nose. She slammed her mature, voluptuous body down against the
puppy's eagerly licking tongue, nearly overwhelming him with the galvanic,
unexpected power of her release.
At the same time, Kaiser's own loins instinctively lurched upwards,
and Stella gripped tightly on his quivering, churning balls. His flanks
pumped furiously up into her beautiful, voraciously sucking face, as he
felt the load in his balls boil over. His whole crimson cock-shaft jerked
spasmodically in her mouth, and suddenly it was spewing out its scalding
cum like a geyser from deep in his sperm-laden testicles.
The dog moaned into the still-twitching walls of Stella's cunt, as
stream after stream of his viscous sperm erupted into her mouth from the
unceasing hose of his cock, filling her oral cavern faster than she could
swallow it. It came thick and fast, almost in one continuous jet, firing
the hot-blooded woman through another mind-blowing orgasm. Sensual bliss
exploded heavily throughout her burning loins over and over, until finally
she felt his panting tongue slide exhausted from her satiated pussy.
Finally, too, his dog-cock was drained of all its heated canine semen, and
she raised her brunette head for the first time in what seemed like hours
. . to gasp and then smile when she saw her young daughter watching at the
door.
"Oh, Jackie ..." she gasped through dog-cum-stained lips, "you're
home ... I hope you had ... a good time."
The blonde girl was too stunned to speak. Her alcohol-drugged mind
spun with feelings of jealousy and confusion, as she imagined that her
mother had taken her private lover away from her, just like she had always
imagined that her dates would have rather spent their time with the older
woman. But at the same time, now, the teenager felt a stab of pure,
burning lust shooting through her tingling young flesh, lust that was
inspired by the rocking, exploding orgasm that she had just witnessed
inadvertantly. Instantly she forgot her two new friends, waiting
patiently outside the door to the apartment. Kaiser rolled over on the
bed so he was up right again, and he let out a little yelp when he
recognized his lovely blonde mistress.
"I've had quite a nice time, as you can see," Stella said, finally.
"Would you care to join me?"
"Oooooh, yyyeeesss," the teenager cooed immediately, falling forward
onto the bed in desire-heated arousal. "Let me play with Kaiser with you
..." She quickly undressed for the second time tonight and immediately
applied herself to Kaisers genitals.
In virtually seconds Jackie was able to manipulate the dog's penis
into excited hardness again, much to their mother's approving amazement.
My daughter's certainly learning fast, she said to herself. In no time
she'll be ready to please everyone in every way, just like her mother! she
added, referring to herself. If there was anything she wanted for Jackie,
it was the ability to make men happy, so that the young blonde would be
able to enjoy life as much as Stella herself had.
''My God, dear," Stella said aloud, "you sure gave him a fantastic
hard-on ... What shall we do first?"
"Don't you want to fuck him, Mother?" came the girl's surprised
response. Stella was taken aback, but not so much that she didn't agree
to Jackie's observation.
"Well, of course, honey, of course ... Will you stick his gorgeous
cock into my ass for me?" Internally, the older woman couldn't get over
the miraculous change that seemed to have taken place in her daughter, and
she could hardly wait to see the extent of the transformation. Dear Lord,
it's going to be great to have a daughter as interested in living as I am
... She could already imagine some of the intensely exciting things that
the two women, herself and Jackie, might be able to do for some
appreciative man. The possibilities were positively staggering!
"Sure, Mother," Jackie replied to Stella's request. She lovingly
grasped Kaiser's thick hardness and aimed it towards the pinkly waiting
slit of her mother's soft, hairless asshole. She cooed affectionately,
slightly jealous still, but tenderly massaged his large, animal cock.
Then suddenly his cone-shaped erection emerged like a red hot
branding iron, glistening and wet, and Kaiser began to mount the older
woman from behind, working the slimly pointed tip of his organ up at her
anxiously waiting rectal passage.
"Oh, help him get it in, Jackie," the mother begged feverishly, her
upthrusted buttocks squirming obscenely backwards in search of his cock,
struggling to fill her sizzling anal passage. Jackie rubbed the swollen
mounds of her top-heavy breasts into the dog's gleaming fur and helped him
position his haunches better in order to fuck the long, black-haired
woman. Her slender hand guided the heavy rod of animal hardness toward
the pink wetness of her mother's love-inflamed nether channel, moistening
it even more with his lubricants and then placing the tip of his cock
right at the lips of her tightly clenched little asshole.
His strong young forelegs were gripping tightly around her naked
waist and hips, the moist tip of his cock sliding effortlessly forward
into her hungrily absorbing rectal walls.
"Ooooh, yessss ... God, Jackie, this is just what they did in the
movie!" the older woman crooned, squirming back delightedly on Kaiser's
eager penis as it immediately began to race in and out of her rectum. The
young canine was overwhelmed by the presence of both his new mistresses in
the room at once, both naked, and both lavishing him with attention. It
was almost more than his recently aroused loins could bear, and he fucked
forward with instinctive ferocity, slamming his sleek hairy belly into the
curvaceous brunette's whitely upthrust buttocks.
Outside the salaciously occupied little apartment, Matt Fields and
Greg Sullivan stood patiently, but they were beginning to wonder what was
keeping their exciting new friend so long. All she was going to do, she
had said, was check to see if her mother was asleep, and if she was, Matt
and Greg could come inside for a little continuation of what they had
already seen at their own house. But although it was only ten minutes
since the blonde girl had disappeared into the apartment, to the two
aroused young men it seemed like eons, and they quickly agreed to go
inside themselves to investigate.
Stella's unmistakable moans were coming from the bedroom, and both
college students headed straight for the slightly open door.
The gasped in unison at what they saw. Stella Burnside, that
amazingly gorgeous divorcee, was down on her knees in front of Kaiser,
just the way the girl in the movie had been. But what was more amazing
was that pretty blonde eighteen year old Jackie was crouching behind
Kaiser, her hungrily licking tongue lapping eagerly at the dog's balls!
"What the hell ...?" Greg said aloud, but his words didn't even
disturb the two lasciviously engaged women.
"Fucking A!" Matt responded incredulously. "No wonder she was taking
so long ... For a moment, the two lustfully excited young men stood there
in amazement, but it didn't take long for the curly-haired dog breeder to
recover his senses. He looked at his roommate, saying, "Well, man, what
are we waiting for?" His dark eyes focused lewdly on the teenager's
enticingly upthrust buttocks as she knelt below the dog's haunches, and
then he let his gaze wander to the head of the bed, where Stella's
lipsticked mouth was gaping open as she moaned and gasped out her lustful
arousal.
"Yeah, right on," Greg agreed belatedly, as the western-style shirt
and denim pants fairly flew off his rippling-muscled body. He kicked off
his shoes and socks, stripped off his t-shirt, and he was already leaping
on the bed before he had managed to rip down his jockey shorts, revealing
his hotly rigid hard-on in all its naked majestic glory.
Both Jackie and Stella looked up at the sensation of Greg's added
weight on the bed, and Jackie flinched slightly when she felt his warm
hands working in the soft white flesh of her ass-cheeks. Lovingly, but
urgently, he caressed her tender, untanned flesh, nudging his hardened
cock into the glistening wet cuntal slit below.
Jackie's first impulse was to cry out her objection, no, please don't
do that ... I only fuck dogs! But her lips and tongue were deliciously
occupied at Kaiser's churning balls, and she could only mewl out around
them. Anyway, she thought in her intoxicated brain, maybe I ought to just
see what it's like with humans ... it might be almost as good as Kaiser
...
Greg wasted no time in steering his lust-stiffened penis into the
softly yielding channel of Jackie's unconsciously receptive cunt, feeling
her enveloping warmth as it closed in on him. Shit, if s like a fucking
oven in there, he thought to himself. No wonder the dogs like it! He
sighed aloud as he shoved forward into the almost virginal blonde, letting
her feel the first human penis she had ever experienced.
Matt could see the moist pink edges of Stella's daughter's cunt
nibbling eagerly on the hard rock-like base of his roommate's penis, and
he could hardly contain his own excitement. He was already stroking his
own massive hard-on, but no matter how much he wanted to stand back and
watch the lewd human-canine chain that was forming, the clamor in his
balls demanded release. "Stella?" he whispered to the dark-haired woman
impaled on the dog's cock in her ass. "Would you mind ...?" He didn't
finish the question; rather, he held up his burgeoning penile rod for her
to see, and she nodded her affirmation instantly.
Her belly was still full and warm with the salty animal sperm that
her pet had squirted down her throat, but already her appetite for cum had
been whetted, and she wanted to taste Matt's sperm again, too. She leaned
over slightly, balancing her weight on one hand, as the dog breeder
climbed up on to the gigantic red bed and slid his legs underneath the
woman's hugely swaying breasts. Kaiser looked up fiercely when Stella
moved, but he almost instantly recognized his former owner and trainer,
and his instinctive growl stopped as quickly as it had started.
Matt's heart was beating like horse-hooves at the racetrack as he
rammed his blood-laden rod of flesh between the older woman's parted lips.
He forced it back immediately, all the way against her tonsils, and she
began at once to suck and pull on its fleshy length, running her tongue
over it expertly, and titillating the sensitive surface with her grazing
teeth. Matt couldn't help but push more and more of it between her soft,
sensuous red lips; the semen in his balls had been roiling heatedly all
evening, and he was relieved for the opportunity of release .
Stella closed her eyes in abandon, feeling intensely the slick, long
hardness of Kaiser's penis as it plunged automatically into her
provocatively dilated anal passage, lubricating it with his pre-cum and
stretching it just like a little used cunt. Her hips rocked back to meet
his involuntary thrusts, and her little clitoral bud began to tremble in
harmony with the arousal of her rectum. Her nostrils were permeated with
the pungent, youthful odor of her young lover, and she gave herself over
wantonly to the pleasurable task of sucking his cock again.
From the foot of the bed, Greg screwed rhythmically into Jackie's
tightly gripping young pussy, his cock almost ready to explode in her
greedily suctioning cunt. His eyes bulged when he saw what she was doing
to the young German Shepherd, swirling her tongue around his golf-ball
sized testicles even as his cock slid in and out of her own mother's
asshole. He saw his roommate, too, pumping furiously into Jackie's
mother's mouth, as he had done only hours ago in the darkened movie
theater.
Christ, he thought to himself, Matt was sure right about this broad
and her daughter! He could feel a spasm of orgasm jerk his pelvis, and
his last coherent thought was, Shit! Two guys, two chicks, and a fucking
dog!
The tumultuous rumble in the depths of his balls broke forth in hot
spurts of trickling seminal fluid spurting into Jackie's undulating pussy.
She thrust her flaring hips back and squeezed rhythmically on his
ejaculating cock, coaxing every last drop of his desire-quenching liquid
from his draining balls while she continued her frenzied licking of her
dog-lover's testicles. In her imagination, Jackie was squeezing the cum
from Kaiser's balls right into her own pussy, and almost as if in
confirmation of her fantasy, she felt the dog's sleek body stiffen as he
prepared to shoot his load into her mother's clenching and unclenching
back passage.
"Oooh, Christ! I'm almost cumming already!" came Matt's voice from
the head of the bed, as his grotesquely engorged penis seemed to fill
Stella's mouth completely. The young dog had already begun spasmodically
shooting his sperm into Stella's ass, causing her to be thrust forward
even harder against Matt's loins, and incredibly, the young dog breeder
began to empty his fiery semen into her mouth.
"Aaarrgh! Keep sucking!" the dark-haired student commanded roughly,
as his salty sperm flowed freely between her lips and gushed unchecked
down her hotly clutching throat. The arousing flavor was enough to
trigger the older woman's orgasm, and she convulsed and rocked as she
concentrated on taking every drop of his life-giving fluid into her mouth
and throat. Her pussy pulsed wildly, cunt-lips flagellating each other as
her rectal walls clutched and dilated around Kaiser's still-spurting
penis. The galvanic double orgasm of her ass and her cunt nearly knocked
the erotically excited woman off-balance, as the whole bed creaked and
swayed with the massive weight it was holding.
Vibrations ricocheted through all five bodies, and Jackie could feel
the magnificent contractions of her first human-induced orgasm. She could
feel her cuntal walls gripping tightly around Greg Sullivan's humanly
pumping penis, and her slickly undulating inner flesh was acutely aware of
every hot jet of cum that he shot into her. Uncontrollably, she let out a
wail as her tongue left Kaiser's balls momentarily, "Aaaaaaaiiiieeee!!
III'mmm cummmmmiiing!! Ooooh, it's soooo good ... aaaaooooohhhh"
Seconds later, the satiated German Shepherd bounded gleefully off the
lustful hotbed of sex and panted as he walked around the room. On the
rumpled, cum-stained velvet bedspread the four humans collapsed over each
other in sheer exhaustion, their perspiring, lust-twitching flesh seeming
to meld and blend as they gradually drifted off to sleep in the cool early
morning air.
* * * * *
The sun rose at six on that Saturday morning in September, and when
it did, the four occupants of Stella Burnside's bedroom had been asleep
scarcely an hour. Although the curtains were opened, and the east window
was letting the sun burn across the bed to warm the nakedly sleeping
bodies, not a single one of the peaceful love-makers stirred.
The front door was still ajar, the way Matt and Greg had left it
carelessly on their little expedition into the apartment. But Kaiser was
faithfully guarding it, as he had been ever since the humans had fallen
asleep. He loved them all dearly now, and he wasn't going to let anything
happen to a single one of them!
The End