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by Author Unknown
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 Jackie's
turquoise eyes flew open in dismay, and she jerked against the youth's
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, don't ... 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 boy's 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 Burnside's daughter's firmly mounding
breasts. To himself he remarked, I bet they're as big as her old lady's
tits! In his comparatively vast experience, the hot-blooded high school
football player had seen a lot of girl's tits -- and, yes, even some
grown woman's adult breasts, too -- but never before had he laid eyes
on quite so fine a pair as Jackie Burnside's. 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 youth's
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 girl's 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! You've just got to suck my cock! My balls are
aching like hell!"
The blonde girl jerked back, as her breasts swayed crazily over Gary's
muscular chest. "Oh, n-noo! I-I couldn't!"
"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 wasn't long
before Gary's 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, didn't 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 mother's 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-like softness until his fingers came in hot wet contact with the
soft dark curls of her pubic hair that was already slick with the
juices of her rising desire.
Her slim, perfectly-shaped hand slid down now, between their half-
reclining bodies, to grasp the fully distended length of his thick,
throbbing penis. Her experienced fingers wrapped sensuously around its
girth and began to stroke slowly in teasing, tightening strokes,
causing his firm young buttocks to jerk spasmodically with the
sensation. Her brain reeled at the massive energy that she knew was
contained in this enthusiastic student's genitals. She had to have it!
She had to taste ...
Abruptly, she bent her head, and Matt pushed against the back of her
shining black hair to position her eagerly lustful face. He felt her
huge breasts smashing out along the firm length of his muscular torso,
as he placed both hands behind her head, pushing her face toward his
wildly palpitating cock. Then he groaned as the softly lipsticked
surfaces of her mouth brushed against the sensitive head of his penis.
Her lips opened limply and her head inclined downward. Suddenly Matt's
heart raced with anticipated delight. The tight rounded ovals of
lipstick-mouth enclosed snugly over the tightly stretched outer skin of
his cock and he groaned and lay his head back in the meager cushions of
the couch.
The older woman's hotly working tongue began swirling around his aching
cock and almost made it boil over with cum right from the beginning.
Her lips were soft and smooth like saliva-moistened pillows of flesh as
they clasped tightly in a snug, elastic-like ring over his burning rod
of desire-hardened flesh. He could feel her lips above him, a sort of
pained intensity moving down his penis and taking as much of it into
her throat as she could. She seemingly surrounded him with the hot
moist warmth of her saliva and the tender inner flesh of her tongue. He
pressed his hands on either side of her hollowing cheeks, pressing
inward to draw her slick inner cheeks even tighter around his hardness.
The moist nibbling pressure grew in his overheated balls as her tongue
licked and curled on his cock. It seemed as if all the burning hunger
in the older woman's pussy was now concentrated in the furnace of her
mouth. Matt groaned incoherently with the intense sounds of the movie
on the other side of the thin dividing wall. He wanted this beautiful,
black-haired woman to make him cum and he wanted her to swallow it deep
down in her lovely belly as his hardened flesh slid more slickly
through her opened lips. His eyes opened and watched lewdly as he saw
his glistening rod disappear into her ovally clasping lips as if they
were a tight, hairlessly devouring cunt. He could feel every nerve
ending in his body pulsating and throbbing within the moistly working
cavity of Stella's warm, saliva-filled mouth.
She sucked ardently, heavily, keeping his cock hungrily trapped despite
his occasional jerks, burying her face into his loins with her nose
deep in his wiry pubic hair. Occasionally, she licked down at his soft,
sperm-filled testicles, thinking how much more she could make them
harden and grow, and then fell back to sucking in a mindless delirium
of ecstatic wonder, making little mewling noises of sheer,
unadulterated delight. The pressure building in Matt Field's balls was
becoming unbearable, and as he watched the beautiful, feminine face
suck so passionately, his cock seemed to inflate and lengthen beyond
anything it had ever done before.
Holy shit! he thought. Christ but this chick is a cocksucker! In all
his rowdy, college-boy experience, the university senior had never been
given head the way this voluptuous older woman was giving it to him
right now, and he couldn't believe his incredible luck not only in
meeting her earlier this week, but in having set up a series of weekly
payments, so she would have to meet him over and over again. Shit! It
was just too good to be true!
Suddenly, there was a fiercely rippling shudder passing through his
loins -- and a lightening flow of liquid white sperm shot from his
balls along the hard, blood-bloated ridge of his cock, all the way up
into the gorgeous woman's desperately gurgling throat. He gripped her
head tightly between his hands and shoved his cock gaggingly all the
way back in her mouth. She groaned as the first thin needle of hot
white spray struck her tonsils, then swallowed hungrily as it continued
gushing wetly into her mouth. His cock jerked wildly, but Stella
managed to hold on. The hot, fiery liquid spurted all the way down to
her hungrily absorbing stomach and she gulped for more. Her cheeks
stretched and bloated as she couldn't swallow fast enough to keep up
with his virile offering. Her throat worked gluttonously to get every
last drop, sputtering to keep from choking on the whitely cascading
sperm as he emptied the contents of his balls relentlessly into the
depths of her thirstily working gullet.
Matt's body quivered and a long, ecstatic sigh broke from his lips as
he again imagined himself shooting his semen down the voluptuous
brunette's throat. God, she could sure suck good! He pushed his fingers
through her thick, shining black hair, bracing himself to keep from
shuddering right off the couch and onto the bare floor.
Stella would not let her new young lover's delicious organ slip from
her lips. She continued to suck and lick off every last drop as it
gradually diminished, extracting every last bit from the tiny hole in
its tip. Tiny thin trails of white cum seeped from her liquid-bloated
mouth and ran down to her chin. It seemed as if her handsome young
lover's cock was going to deflate right down to nothing ...
But then, surprisingly, his penis began to thicken again in the soft,
slippery furnace of her mouth. She licked it and bit at it gently,
taking delight in being able to bring it back to life again. "Oooooh,
God, Matt," she groaned, "God, your cock is soooo wonderful ... Just
let me lick it and make it all big and hard again, Matt, darling ..."
The desire was quickly rekindled in his boiling balls as she continued
to suck ever so ardently. She teased her sperm-slippery tongue around
and around it until it was restored to its full strength and power, and
then the rejuvenated instrument fell wetly from her mouth, a thin
string of milk-white jism hanging between. Her smoky green eyes
fluttered open, hot with desire, and she looked up at her young lover
as her ears were assaulted with the lustful sounds of the movie being
shown behind the thin partition. Through dilated, lust-ridden pupils
she saw Matt's handsome, youthful face and the wonderful hard muscles
of his achingly attractive young body.
"Oooooh, let me feel your lovely cock," she crooned, reaching for him
as she leaned back off his body and sprawled beside him on the thick
mass of her long black hair. Her legs spread automatically to reveal
the hot, wet mouth of her desire-glistening cunt as she slid sensuously
down the couch until she was in a full reclining position.
"Oh, God, Matt, fuck me with your gorgeous cock! Fill my cunt like you
filled my mouth with your delicious hot sperm!"
The astonished but eminently pleased young student wasted no time as he
turned over and came to rest directly between her eagerly spread
thighs, his enormous cock waving around like a divining rod looking for
water. His thighs moved between hers. There was no need to prepare this
voluptuous older woman -- her pussy was already moist and waiting. He
could feel the thin, vertical opening of her cunt, throbbing with
desperate hunger for his cock, as he guided the thick length of
masculine muscle toward her through her curling black pubic hair which
was thoroughly soaked with her passionate secretions. Then the head of
his penis touched her soft, wetly throbbing pussy lips and moved on
through with a single long, smooth stroke born of youthful desire,
until he rammed it all the way up into her cervix. He had fucked a lot
of girls and women before, but every new cunt was like a just-
discovered treasure, and Stella Burnside's tight vaginal opening was a
tantalizing gold mine. The smooth wet walls of her cunt clasped around
his cock like a slick seal skin, undulating firmly around it and
driving him crazy.
"Mmmmmmm, God, Matt," the older woman crooned lovingly. Her whole body
seemed to be singing as she felt her muscles tensing into taut cords to
be plucked by the powerful flesh of Matt's cock. Her entire insides
fluttered with butterflies and opened wide to receive his cockhead
deeper into her womb. She groaned and murmured incoherently as he
fucked her savagely, gritting his teeth with desire. Her body humped
eagerly, voluptuously, with his and moved with abandoned,
uncontrollable jerks when the thrill became too much for her to bear.
"Screaming Jesus!" she breathed up into his face. "Just keep fucking me
like that, Matt! GODDDD! It's sooooooo goooooddd! Sooooo lovely and
smooth!" She groaned with ecstatic agony, her arms wrapped tightly
around his neck, her hips grinding furiously as he threw the meat to
her, the huge whiteness of her massive breasts squashing out between
them on either side of their chests.
Matt plunged his huge cock up and up, deeper and deeper into the soft
warm cavern of her belly, feeling her cunt flower open before his
savage onslaught as though she had never been fucked before.
Stella's wildly steaming flesh jerked and twisted while she moaned
unceasingly, her features contorted with furious passion. Her mouth
worked wordlessly and her nostrils flared with an untamed, animal
desire which took hold of her body as if she were having an
uncontrollable spasm. Her forehead glistened with sweat as her vagina
arched upward through ascending levels toward the blinding light of her
rapidly approaching orgasm. "A aaaahhh, God, yeeesssss," she moaned up
toward the ceiling as young Matt Fields slithered his strong, sinewy
hands under the wildly pumping cheeks of her buttocks and cupped them
tightly, raising her up off the bed in order to sink his hard driving
thickness still deeper into her passion-drenched cunt. He threw it to
her with all the strength of his hips and thighs, and the smooth,
hungrily moving walls of her cunt clasped and unclasped like a
heartbeat all around his hotly bursting cock. He fucked into her from
the tips of his toes, ramming every last inch of his long thick penis
up through her shudderingly accepting hole and dragging a fresh
ecstatic moan from her lips that resounded through the small room like
the cry of a wounded animal. Her nostrils snorted wildly and her eyes,
now opened wide, gazed glassily and unseeing as he fucked desperately
into her open body, a deep, burning desire raging lustfully in both of
them.
Matt pulled his head back, his neck muscles straining, and closed his
eyes, as he concentrated on the supremely engulfing feeling of her
slippery clutching cuntal muscles, gripping tightly around the
expanding girth of his rampantly invading cock.
From the other side of the partition, low guttural growls reached the
ears of the two illicit lovers. "Mmmmm, ughn, ughn... aaaaaah!" Matt
could imagine what was going on in the movie screen, but he knew it
could be nothing compared to the sheer wanton ecstasy of fucking into
this impossibly voluptuous older woman's eagerly clasping cunt!
She twisted and writhed beneath him, unable to control her body or the
wild desire that coursed through her. Her body ached to be humiliated
and fucked silly by her handsome young lover and her face contorted
wildly with passion as her cunt struggled desperately for climax. Her
lips bared back over her teeth and fervent moans echoed from deep in
her violently heaving breast. Her arms, which had been wrapped tightly
around Matt's neck, now slithered down so her long, painted nails dug
into the dog breeder's pummeling buttocks as they pounded heavily up
into her desire-flooded loins.
Lewd wet smacking sounds resounded through the tiny cloakroom with each
vicious, pile-driving hump up between Stella's openly spread legs. Matt
ran his hands from the smooth, hollowing cheeks of her ass down to her
thighs and between them to the soft, passion-soaked pubic hair around
her cunt to feel the greedily clinging lips of her wet flesh that
clasped ecstatically around his cock like a snug, avidly sucking mouth.
Her cunt was running with moisture which overflowed wetly down the
wide-split crevice of her ass. Her whole body flamed with passionate
perspiration and gyrated wildly, ravenous for sex and nothing but sex.
It seemed to Stella as if the entire world began and ended within that
central core of her belly. She existed only for that flame of sensation
in her vagina, from which everything else spiralled outward in ever-
widening circles of delight.
Her head flailed against the hard back of the couch, sending her long,
shining black hair flying like a dark lustful flame. Her mouth opened
in a long, ecstatic moan and she became something crazed and inhuman as
she churned and squirmed in the grip of pure lust, spreading her legs
back until her knees pressed lightly against her taut brown nipples,
feeling the upholstery soaking beneath her buttocks and cunt from the
profusion of sexual juices gushing from her burning loins.
"Ooooooohhh, GGGOOODDDD, Matt! Ddddeeeper!" she wailed, as the woman on
the movie screen behind the partition let out a similar, echoing
scream, "AAAAAUUUGHH ... Ooohhh!"
Stella raised her open thighs up higher on his body and wound them
voluptuously around his back, moving her naked hips from side to side
with uncontrollable abandon and spiralling her vagina up and down
crazily along his rhythmically pistoning cock.
"Ooooooohhhhh, my darling, I'm almost THERE!" she gasped hoarsely. "I'm
... I'm ... AAAIIIIEEEEEEE! CCUUUMINNNG!" She suddenly squealed with
such a high pitched gasp of intensity that her ankles locked in a death
grip behind the student's heavily perspiring back. At the same time she
wound her arms tightly behind his neck and mashed her mouth into his,
shoving her tongue all the way up into his throat with wild abandon.
Matt could taste the pungent, male flavor of his own cum on her tongue,
which he had spurted into her mouth just a few minutes ago. Her back
arched and she held tightly to him ... and suddenly, he pushed her legs
up roughly, rolling her body into a tight fleshy ball of writhing sex,
fucking into her with mindless ferocity which drew hoarse gasps from
her helpless lips.
Her hotly clinging vaginal walls were quivering and jerking insanely
around his cock as her whole insides seemed to erupt, spewing their
juices all around his hard-driving cock. Her cum cascaded down the
widespread crevice between her upraised ass-cheeks, flooding wetly into
his testicles as they slapped lewdly against her tiny puckered anus.
Even though she had sucked him dry just a few moments ago, the wildness
of Stella's female orgasm started the slow aching pressure in Matt's
groin, and he gripped the cheeks of her rotating buttocks and squeezed
with furious strength, feeling her cringe as he began to gush jet after
jet of hotly spewing cum into her widely stretched vagina.
"Oh, Christ!" he muttered aloud, as the viciousness of his strokes
increased automatically so that his pelvis smacked like a wooden paddle
against the splayed open lips of her cunt and his rhythmically jerking
cock pumped deeply down into the throbbing recesses of her thirstily
absorbing belly.
And then a series of wild, violent shudders seemed to hit them both at
once. It was as though their mutual ecstasy had triggered a sort of
second orgasm in each other, and the obscenely coupled mother and dog
breeder rocked and moaned, along with the salaciously joined pair on
the movie screen which they couldn't see.
"Mmmnnnggghhh ..."
"Aaaaahhhh ..."
"Uuuunnnhhh, oh, shit ..."
"Ooooooooo ..."
Chapter 3
Across town from the Double-X Theater, Jackie Burnside sat at the
dinette table with a Western Civilization book spread out before her.
She had fallen behind in her reading this week, especially since her
mother, Stella, had bought the handsome, lithe guard dog and brought
him home to live with them. Kaiser was curled up under the table in a
semi-sleep state, his big shapely head resting comfortably against the
teenager's slender bare ankles. And although nothing untoward had
happened between the blonde girl and the black-and-tan dog since that
first afternoon, there was still a discernible tension between them, a
sort of mutual bond building gradually until one day or night soon it
was going to explode.
The TV was on, and the young coed could see the picture by merely
twisting her head so she could peer around the short wall that divided
the dining area from the living room. Strangely, the program was some
kind of documentary on the history of man's best friend, and several
times Jackie found herself leaning on her palms, watching the scenes of
domesticated canine pets with their masters and mistresses. Once,
during a sequence about police dogs, Kaiser even raised his head at the
sound of a bark from a member of his own breed. It was intensely
interesting to both dog and girl alike the way the beasts and their
human owners seemed to take to each other, and the lengths to which
either would go to protect and preserve the other.
Jackie was aware of Kaiser's hot breath on her ankles, and she reached
down under the table to scratch the dog's sleek neck with her slender,
long-nailed fingers. "We'll be just like those dogs and people, won't
we, boy?" she murmured softly, and then turned her attention back to
her reading.
But no matter how hard she tried to force herself to keep her attention
on the book, the teenage student's mind seemed to wander. First, she
saw a picture of a Roman lying on a low slab of marble in the book, and
that reminded her of what her professor had said about Roman orgies.
Supposedly, the Romans were a lot more "liberal" about sex than people
gave them credit for, although most of the freedom was for men only.
Still, Dr. Landing had given a rather vivid description of a typical
orgy, and apparently it wasn't uncommon for a person to have sexual
relations with two, three, or even four different people in a single
night. Often there would be entertainment, too, with pretty young slave
girls performing incredible unmentionable acts with each other, and
sometimes, although there weren't many accounts of it, there would be
sodomizing relations between a human slave and a dog or other inhuman
beast.
That, of course, turned Jackie's imagination to the sleek furry
creature lounging at her feet, and she remembered the guilty illicit
association she had almost allowed on the first night Kaiser had been
here. Just thinking about it made her smooth young thighs tremble, and
she could feel the narrow crotchband of her white nylon panties
becoming hot with the seething warmth of her churning vaginal channel.
Slowly, but inexorably, tiny glistening droplets of her virginal
lubricating fluid seeped out from between the delicately self-
flagellating lips of her tender pussy, to be absorbed in the fabric of
her panties.
Uncomfortably, the tall, gorgeous blonde girl shifted in her chair, and
accidentally let Kaiser's head slip from its balance against her
ankles. A low growl erupted from the dog's deep barrel chest, and he
gradually stretched his front paws forward and pushed himself up to a
stance. His nose seemed to stiffen and his ears perked up as he
responded instinctively to the stimulus that he couldn't yet identify.
He peered up over the flat wooden seat of the chair, and his big, brown
eyes were focused directly into the darkened valley between Jackie's
unconsciously twitching thighs.
The scent! It was the scent of the fresh young virgin's silent arousal
that had attracted the dog, causing him to fully awaken himself from
his half-nap to give all his attentions to the female who
subconsciously beckoned. His sensitive, muscular body recorded the
vibrations of Jackie's silent trembling, and his keen nostrils flared
with the sweet musky odor of her cunt. Deliberately, he ran his chin
along the flat seat of the chair, forcing with his nose and face the
girl's luscious thighs apart.
"Oh! Kaiser" Jackie cried out, pushing the chair back from the table so
she could look underneath. Her face was red with shame and
embarrassment, as she saw how her short skirt had been shoved
completely up around her waist, and she realized at the same time that
she had been day-dreaming again instead of reading. "Nnoooo, not
again," she moaned.
Ruefully, Jackie looked back at the book and reflected that she had not
even finished a page all evening. It was nine o'clock, and she hadn't
made herself anything for dinner, although she had made certain that
Kaiser was well fed as soon as she got back from school. Now, the young
blonde girl felt the now-familiar heat radiating from her tortured
loins to fill her whole tense young body with a sensual glow, and the
dog's rasping breath washed over her panty-clad loins under the table.
"Oh, God, oh God," she moaned over and over again to herself. She
didn't have the strength or the will to push Kaiser away, but at the
same time, her over-worked imagination spun with the combined visions
of Roman orgies and salacious sodomy and herself, in various untried,
obscene positions. Her mind flew back to that night at the drive-in
with Gary Starkoff, and it made her shudder even now in remembered
horror to realize how dangerously close she had come that night.
Again, she looked down at the reverently nuzzling beast between her
quivering thighs, and she thought that in some fantastic, twisted way
it would be less dangerous to take Kaiser as a lover than it would be
to have a human lover.
"God!" she said aloud. But it still seemed to be true ... In the first
place, Kaiser would protect her -- he was doing that already. And then,
the faithful dog would always be loyal, where a relationship between
two humans could easily crumble, just as the marriage between her
mother and father had. There would be none of the whispered
insinuations about her involvement, either, the way there had been
about her mother when they had lived in Carmichael.
"My, God! Jackie exclaimed again. It seemed almost too perfect to be
true!
She turned her speculative, blue-green eyes to the big brown ones of
the German Shepherd, and her lovely face relaxed into a sly,
anticipating smile. She felt rather than heard Kaiser's growl of tacit
agreement, and slowly, she stood up from the wooden chair and tiptoed
into the living room, with the big, eager dog following so close at her
heels that she nearly tripped trying to keep from stepping on him.
His long, rough pink tongue had slipped out of the side of his mouth,
and long, dribbling drools of his animal saliva dropped on the carpet
as he waited by Jackie's bedside. The pretty human female was throwing
the backrests off her single day-bed, pulling it away from the wall the
way she did every night before going to sleep. Hurriedly, she tore off
the fitted slip-cover, revealing to Kaiser's gaze for the first time
the shiny pink satin of Jackie's coverlet, and just underneath it, the
smooth, silky sheen of her white satin sheets.
The cool feel of the fabric reminded the blonde girl that she was still
a virgin, that it wasn't too late to back out, and for a fleeting
moment, she wondered if what she was doing would be right. After all,
Kaiser was just a young innocent puppy, really, who responded to his
instincts without any conscious thought. Would she be corrupting him,
by allowing him to participate in her lewd sodomizing fantasies? And in
addition, there was the nagging question of what would happen to her.
Could she lose her virginity to a dog? What she had seen of Kaiser's
penis the other night was nearly as long as she remembered Gary
Starkoff's human penis, but she way sure that it was not nearly so
thick as the young football player's organ. Would Kaiser's dog-cock
slip safely up into her virgin womb without disturbing her virginity?
Or would she really be giving her most precious possession by
succumbing to the overwhelming unnatural desire to feel Kaiser up
inside her untouched pussy?
Oh, no, I can't let it happen, she thought, standing upright with the
sheet still in her hand. It would be wrong ... Of course it's wrong ...
I don't know what made me think I could do it ... with a dog ... or a
man, or anyone! God, what would Daddy think if he knew the things that
are going through my mind?
The guilt-ridden young teenager looked sadly at the eagerly trembling
young dog who was waiting patiently by the bed. She looked through the
archway into the dining room, where her Western Civ book was still open
on the dinette table, and she glanced at the TV, where the dog show was
just ending.
"I-I'm sorry, Kaiser," she whispered in a throaty voice. "I guess I
just got carried away ..." She started to remake the bed, slowly,
reluctantly pulling the smooth satin sheets and quilted satin coverlet
back up over the mattress. But a wet, cold pressure against the backs
of her firm tan thighs halted her careful deliberate motions.
"Kaiser!" Jackie exclaimed in frustrated exasperation. "I said, 'No!'"
But when she whirled around to see the big, innocent brown eyes of the
young German Shepherd staring pleadingly up into her own, the beautiful
blonde immediately softened, bending down to run her hand along the
puppy's smooth, strong back. "Oh, I'm sorry, boy ... I just don't know
what to do!"
As if in answer to her rhetorical question, Kaiser nuzzled tighter
against her slightly parted thighs, causing her to lose her balance and
fall forward across the bed. He eagerly leapt up beside her, mounting
her lightly clothed body in an almost sexual fashion as he leaned his
head down so close to her burning cheek that she could feel his hot
breath washing over her smooth skin. Slowly, her small hands crept up
to the sides of the animal's perfectly symmetrical face, and she opened
her lush red lips with her tiny, quivering pink tongue -- only to have
his long, saliva-moistened lingual member slurp out to touch it with a
burning caress of a French kiss!
The teenager gasped, trembling all over. For the first time, she got an
inkling that perhaps she wasn't in complete control of her relations
with the huge friendly German Shepherd puppy. Maybe it was Kaiser who
was actually entertaining all the salacious ideas, letting her think
that she was alone in having the forbidden thoughts. God, is this what
Mother meant when she said Kaiser was trained to look after women? Did
she mean look after women like that?!
As Jackie looked deeply into the pools of Kaisers eyes, she realized
that there was no turning back. All of the deeply welling frustration
of her virginal arousal was swirling in her sexually ignored young
loins, boiling ... churning ... toward the mouth of her virginal cunt.
She couldn't keep herself now from exchanging these small, fervent
kisses with her new pet, and he whimpered with a low sensual growl that
seemed to shoot up right between her legs.
Jackie leapt up off the bed, throwing her light summer skirt carelessly
away from her body, and then applying her small slender fingers to the
dainty buttons that held her thin cotton blouse in front. As she
removed the garment with unconsciously heated sensuous movements,
Kaiser's long tongue slipped wetly from between his powerful jaws,
dripping with excited secretions, as his lithe young body inched close
to the edge of the slick satin bed.
The girl he was watching was kicking off her high platform sandals
hurriedly, clattering them on the carpet and bare floor like Dutch
wooden shoes. Then, she arched her back so that her huge, softly firm
breasts jutted proudly into the air like two gigantic, brassiere-
encased pyramids, as her fingers found the clasp of the lacy
undergarment and hastily released it. Her enormous heaving female
mounds burst free of their filmy prison immediately, swaying enticingly
downward as Jackie leaned over to hook her thumbs into the waistband of
her thin white panties.
She could feel the moisture of her own arousal in the narrow crotchband
of her nylon panties as she slowly eased them down over her firmly
rounded young buttocks. Slowly, with unconscious eroticism, she slid
the thin undergarment down the smooth, columnar length of her shapely
thigh, watching intently the dog's eagerly attentive face. One by one
Jackie raised her bare tan calves to slip them out of the legbands of
her bikini panties, until finally, she dangled the thin fabric from one
big toe, letting it swish the air before she dropped it on the floor.
Kaiser could hardly contain himself as his excited senses recognized
her female need for him. The piquant aroma rising from the fluid heat
of her human loveliness filled his nostrils just as he had tasted it
from her mouth, intoxicating him wildly. Jackie did not sit back down
right away. Instead, she swung her long blonde hair over the smooth tan
skin of her back, feeling the way it made her flesh quiver with
anticipated excitement. The aura of her untried sexual desire was
growing stronger and stronger, and it was sweet and sensual in Kaiser's
flaring nostrils.
His flanks began to throb powerfully as the lovely human teenager
seated herself on the edge of the cool satin sheet-covered mattress.
Immediately, the handsome beast saw his chance, and he moved in between
her naked thighs to rest his head on her lap. The hot, spicy fragrance
echoing from her loins fled up between her warm, creamy soft thighs and
saturated his animated sexual instincts.
"Mmmmm, Kaiser," Jackie breathed, laying her head back on the bed as
she stroked the dog's great handsome head on her nervously trembling
virginal thighs. "God, I just can't believe it ... You're such a mind-
blower, Kaiser boy ... You know that, don't you?"
And she sighed to herself as she realized that it was true. Kaiser was
much more than just a magnificent guard dog. His potential was truly
staggering, as she responded subtly to the indefinable aristocratic
quality of his masculinity. She saw that she was completely enchanted
by this fine, almost human male, and she thought that he was probably
aware of it as well. He knew she had hesitated in sitting down because
she was afraid of what he was doing with the coolness of his nose at
this very moment.
Jackie gazed down at him and smiled. His animal eyes were filled with
affection -- yes -- but there was more, too. There was also that
devilish lustful expression that Jackie had seen in human men's eyes a
few times before, too. It was the way Gary Starkoff had looked at her
at the drive-in, and it was the way some of her Mother's boyfriends
regarded her when they were first introduced.
The poor teenager groaned as her brain swam with all kinds of confused
feelings and emotions. She knew for sure that she was sexually aroused.
Even though she was still a virgin, she had experienced this same
tense, quivering sensation a few times before, although she had never
satisfied it in any other way than self-masturbation. The very thought
that she was about to let herself succumb to the impossible intensity
of her sexual desire filled her with apprehension, and it was all the
more fearful when she thought that she wasn't going to be giving her
virginity to a human male -- she was about to make love to a huge,
eager dog!
But there was nothing else that would end this mad, seething feeling in
her loins -- nothing but sex, and God! She was aflame with lust and,
lascivious virginal yearning, even though she had never experienced
just what it was that she needed! There was a total, engulfing dampness
between her legs, making her inner thighs all sticky and shivery, and
there was no way she could deny it. There was no doubt that Kaiser had
sensed it all along, in his instinctive brutish way.
The large German Shepherd sensed his mistress's helplessly rising
emotions. He, too, was unsettled, but he recognized her anxiety as the
same that all human females experienced -- at least all the human
females he had ever had, and that included four or five at the dog
breeder's as well as two others from next door. The curvaceous young
contours of her female flesh made him pant with open jaws as he saw in
her elaborate, sensual beauty all the hidden secrets that he had come
to love and enjoy with the other female humans he had met.
His hungry eyes focused in particular on the golden pubic ringlets
partially hidden between her soft warm thighs, wherein nestled the
thin, warmly heated little crevice he remembered so clearly from the
first afternoon when he had licked her so fervently there.
Jackie smiled down at him warmly but tremulously. Something throbbed
violently in the leaden, bull weight of Kaiser's urgent loins and he
suddenly began to lick pantingly at her thighs and calves, sliding his
big, handsome head down off her quivering lap.
"Ooooooh, KKkkaaaaiiiser," the teenager crooned softly down at him.
Purest sensuality seemed to be churning within her long-denied virgin
loins and she thought again of the handsome young men her mother had
tried to set her up with. Why couldn't they have turned her on as
wonderfully and obscenely as this gorgeous German Shepherd puppy was
doing?
Suddenly her hands came up and cupped her nude breasts, which seemed to
be aching with their own weight from her nipples outward. She massaged
the hotly swollen mounds and her tiny, pink nipples began to enlarge
and throb out like tiny rubber pencil erasers. Jackie felt as if she
were a raging inferno. Her breasts seemed to ache every bit as much as
her loins.
"Ooooaaah ... I ... I can't d-do it ... B-but ... aaaaaah," she
whimpered, taking his face in her hands again. "I'm scared, Kaiser. I'm
afraid ... that, that it will hurt ... God, you're soooo gorgeous, boy
..."
The excited animal's eyes gleamed and its penis began sliding out of
its furry sheath again. Not long now and his beautiful young mistress
would let him do the things he so ardently wanted to do -- in his dog's
mind he was sure of it. Still, he had to wait until she was ready ...
He knew he had to get her going until she would literally beg for his
animal cock.
Jackie had never known the equal of this lewd, feverish sensation which
had made such a furnace in her young belly. The seething, fluid little
channel of her cunt seemed to be raging with unquenched desire, but for
what? Her own short, panting breaths did not seem real to her. Now, as
she lay back on the pink satin quilt with her trembling thighs spread
nakedly apart, her fingertips wandered upward over the silky softness
of her ribcage to the huge, sensually swollen mounds of her breasts,
and she squeezed them until they hurt. Her fingers found the tiny,
bone-hard nipples and pinched them narcicistically, imagining that her
fingers were the digits of some imaginary human lover.
And then her eyes glazed over smokily and she gazed down the side of
the bed, her eyes searching the burning ones of her handsome dog lover,
waiting and whining in aroused frustration.
Kaiser felt the pulsating quiver of his enlivened, powerful loins at
the obvious torrid craving of his naked teenage mistress. Her savage,
animal need was present in her burning turquoise eyes as well as in
that marvelous scent which wafted up from her cunt like warm winter
chestnuts or something equally sweet. His heart pounded in his broad
young chest at the sight of her long, golden hair fanned out on the
pink coverlet beneath her beautiful head. The waiting was becoming
unbearable.
"Mmmmmm, God, boy, come up here, now ... Come up here with your new
Mommy," came the girl's heated murmur. "Kaiser ... Oh, Kaiser, I want
to feel you next to me, just like before ... Only this time, I want you
to do it to me! YES! I want you to do it to me with your penis,
Kaiser!"
A great breath of relief echoed from the big dog's excitedly heaving
chest, and then he took one effortless leap and was onto the bed,
momentarily poised like a God over her spread-open legs. Jackie's
breath caught in her throat as she watched him so urgently surveying
her naked and voluptuously exposed virgin flesh.
It's not too late, Jackie! an urgent voice inside her head insisted
threateningly. You can still stop this ... this depravity! Her lovely
young face took on a pained, concentrating expression, as she tried to
tell herself that she could and would put a stop to this dangerous,
forbidden union, before it was too late!
But for eighteen year old Jacqueline Burnside the moment of retreat had
already passed. Before her inexperienced mind was capable of realizing
it, the decision had been made, and Kaiser lowered his head and licked
out with his hot, wet tongue over the smooth white flesh of her
nervously convulsing belly!
"Mmmmmnnnn," she moaned ecstatically, her eyes rolling back up into her
head, "Oooooh, darling Kaiser!"
Her groans deepened in helplessness as she felt the fierce, mind-
shattering delight of his hotly curling tongue, and then she got
herself together enough to raise herself up on her elbows, her long
blonde hair swinging around so that she could watch him as he lapped
upward over the small round basin of her excitedly tingling stomach.
Higher and higher he licked at her shivering young flesh, until at last
he was licking at the smooth, sensitive round undersides of her lust-
swollen breasts -- and then creeping upward over them to her now almost
bursting nipples.
"Ooooooh, that's fantastic, Kaiser ..." she groaned without shame, her
hands coming ecstatically up and around to grip his furry head as he
prolonged this ardent devotion. His fervid tongue caress flicked wetly
at the pink erogenous tips again and again, until Jackie felt as if
they were being touched by a live electric wire, and maddening spasms
of desire made her body jerk and twitch.
By now she was so far gone that her feverish brain had become a blank
to everything but the wonderful sensations his adoringly lapping tongue
stimulated in her helplessly fluttering belly. Kaiser whimpered from
deep in his throat, and her impassioned eyes fixed lovingly on his
features. Then his own big brown eyes raised to meet hers in a kiss of
sight older than time, and a glow seemed to hang between them like a
bridge. Jackie waited breathlessly, unable to speak, unable to move,
her lips parted and gasping, a helpless love-slave before the ferocious
sensuality of the furry dog-beast. He moved slowly upward to lick at
her open and willing young mouth.
"Ohhhhhh, mmmm," she gurgled into his parted jaws.
Kaiser could feel his blood boiling fiercely as it rushed along through
his powerful body.
She tasted the delicate pink spear of his tongue in her mouth, lapping
at it and loving its sweetness that was so hot and urgent, and all the
while faint mewling sounds of worship broke devotedly from his throat.
He saw now that her eyes had shut ecstatically as she lay there beneath
the dominating, enervating caress of his hungry tongue, even though she
continued to return affection for affection with her own small pink
lingual organ.
Instinctively, Kaiser sensed that it was time. Suddenly, his intense
tonguing ceased and Jackie felt the bed give way from his moving
weight. She opened her eyes to find him positioning himself between her
slightly spreading legs!
"Oh, my God!" she inhaled, as her eyes and nostrils flared. It had
taken forever for her to accustom herself to the thought that she might
allow herself to be brought to orgasm by the animal's fervent
ministrations, but now the sight of himself positioning his haunches
between her legs suddenly renewed her virginal fear. "No, Kaiser!" she
stammered in a high-pitched voice. "Down, boy! Down!"
She tried to take his handsome face in her hands but he made a low
growl that sent a thrilling shiver of fear through her loins.
Everything inside her screamed Rape! I'm going to be raped of my
virginity by a dog!. Her breathing came in sharp, punctuated gasps, her
mind spinning crazily out of control. The nakedly trembling teenager
could not seem to control herself as her legs, as though by their own
uncontrollable volition, fell mindlessly open. Oh, no! she thought
frantically again. I've got to make him stop!
Lifting her head again and breathing more raggedly than ever, young
Jacqueline watched Kaiser poise his beautiful head above the obscenely
offered deliciousness between her fully flushed tan thighs. There, in
the center of the split was her spinning blonde pubic mound, fairly
soaking with all the juice that her vagina was spewing out in warmly
trickling waves. And centered in that, the thin, hair-fringed lips of
her pussy, slick with her sexual need, waited ecstatically for the
burning lap of his tongue or whatever other pleasure-giving organ he
cared to use.
The memory of what they'd done earlier in the week raced through the
blonde girl's hot, feverish mind. Intoxicated with unsatisfied lust,
she heard her own almost animalistic whimper, and then she felt her
flesh get hot as Kaiser slowly lowered his nose in between her
trembling thighs, his ragged pants scorching her sparse blonde pubic
curls like flames from a blow-torch.
Jackie groaned and closed her eyes, continuing to groan incessantly and
without letup. It was too late now, for sure ... Too late! her lust-
dazed imagination screamed.
His cool wet nose brushed moistly against the flaming flesh of her
inner thigh, and a gasp broke chokingly from her throat. The blood-
heated lips of her lust-flooded pussy trembled in heart-stopping
anticipation, frantic with desire. Kaiser whimpered as he sniffed hotly
at her exposed loins, and somehow, it seemed to make the prospect of
actually fucking into her all the more exciting. Her tense young thighs
fell open wider still, and she drew them back up slightly.
Suddenly, the coolness of the German Shepherd's nose moved lower
between her legs, pressing apart the soft resilient cheeks of her naked
buttocks and brushing wetly against the tiny puckered circle of her
exposed and vulnerable anus.
"Oooooh, God, Kaiser," she breathed, helplessly trapped by an obscene
emotion that had no name. There was a swift, whooshing intake of
breath, and then her entire body felt as if it was glowing with a halo
of passion, as the dog's irresistibly searching tongue splurted out
between her widely spread buttocks to wormingly lick up between the
lewdly tingling cheeks of her ass, finding her snug little anal mouth
and burrowing its tip deeply into the tight elastic ring.
Jackie sighed away into a dream of bliss that had no beginning or end.
How long the delightful titillation went on down there between her
hopelessly spread ass-cheeks, she could no longer measure. All she
sensed was that Kaiser's animal tongue never stopped swirling into the
almost bursting little crevice of her buttocks. She felt his wet, hotly
searing adoration flooding upward from her rectal mouth all the way to
the thin, hair-lined flanges of her cuntal folds, and then at last --
Oh, God! -- to the tiny, trembling erection of her barely concealed
clitoral bud.
Jackie shivered delectably as his tongue drew ecstatically along her
clinging and throbbing cunt-lips. The burning moisture of it flashed
upward over the full length of her excruciatingly aching virgin pussy,
then back again, until finally it spread through her softly yielding
cuntal folds like a hot knife through butter.
Agony wracked the inexperienced teenage girl. She knew that she was
twisting and turning on her small, satin-sheathed bed, her fire-filled
breasts heaving sensuously from side to side, but she seemed to have
lost control of her own body. The puppy's lapping tongue on her flaming
cunt was all that mattered or existed in the world, and he seemed to
control her movements completely with the sluicing of his long, thick
animal tongue. Blissfully, he continued splaying open the hotly
welcoming flesh of Jackie's fresh young cunt, subconsciously aware that
he was being given an opportunity that no other man or beast before him
had ever had. Finally, with a lunging invading curl of his tongue far
up into the fiercely clutching heat of her deliriously craving vagina,
Kaiser dared to explore where no one ever had.
Jackie moaned with lust-wracked anguish, her beautiful head with her
long, wheat-colored hair flailing from side to side, her mouth opened
in a constant moan that seemed to be continuous. Her entire cuntal
plane spasmed with her fresh burning energy beneath his oral caresses,
and occasionally she opened her lust-hazed eyes to take in the
incredibly obscene spectacle of the dog's tongue, lapping so wildly and
adoringly between her legs. Just the sight of it made her become even
more excited by the lascivious vision of her own debauched downfall,
but as always, there was the hidden knot of apprehension, that would
surface just as she was about to give in.
I can't do this ... I must be dreaming! she told herself fearfully, but
before her dilated pupils Kaiser was swiftly and surely lapping her
desirous loins. The lewdly spread blonde teenager moaned giddily from
the intense sensation imparted by Kaiser's lapping tongue, sending her
through a volcanic fire of erotic sensation. Her hotly smoldering young
flesh seemed to be burning up in its own boiling juices with each
maddening lap and flick of the instinctively working canine tongue up
between her legs.
Jackie's mewls escalated wildly, intermingling with her moans, groans,
and whines. Her sensually ignited mind had slipped into a hot salacious
bath in which she seemed to be luridly drowning. Again and again, the
dog's scorching tongue sliced and swirled through her young, overheated
loins, driving her wild with anguished, burning ecstasy.
The helpless blonde lost all track of time. Her erotic, hedonistic
intoxication with this wonderful, delirium-producing laving was all she
existed for. The heavenly, unimaginably worshipping tongue lapped madly
through her wet, passion-drenched, seething blonde young pussy, until
she could only whimper and squirm like some sort of animal herself. She
was like a thing possessed -- possessed by this demonic bestial lover,
enslaved by her aching desire to be used by her German Shepherd lover
who so adored her female flesh! God! she whispered to herself. God, all
I want is sex, sex, sex! I'm just like Kaiser and ... and Mother!
Aloud, she crooned toward the handsome dog's face, reaching down with
her hands to clutch his furry ears as he worked ravenously between her
legs. "Mmmmmm, Kaiser, lover! Oooooh, you're my only lover, boy ... my
true love ... Mmmmmm ... I'll never have a man, no, never! I'll never
need a man, Kaiser! All I'll ever need is you!"
She wailed gutturally as he lunged his long, thick lingual organ again
and again, curling once more up into her feverish clutching cuntal
channel. Jackie didn't know if she was dying or going crazy from the
wild, ecstatic, convulsive sensations that were rocking her whole young
being, body and soul, with each sensual sluice of Kaiser's flaming
tongue. "Oooooooh, Kaiser, never stop licking me, honey ... Just keep
licking me forever and ever ... Aaaaahhhh!" Her pleading came out as a
long, prolonged hiss, and she frantically drew her knees all the way
back to touch her erotically tingling nipples in order to give the dog
greater access to her widespread cuntal mouth.
Kaiser's whines continually mingled with hers as he licked deliriously
at her, his tongue lashing out like a whip inside her love-starved
vaginal slit, penetrating deeply into the thin, hair-fringed folds
where it gaped up at him through her obscenely upraised buttocks and
arched-back legs.
Oh, how Kaiser adored this exotic odor and the taste of her young
female passion, the keen aromatic spice on his tongue and nostrils
serving to enrage his mighty canine loins. Though he had experienced
human female passion before, in his dog's mind he thought he had never
known so fresh and young a woman as Jacqueline Burnside, and the
excitement of being the first male ever to experience her was almost
overpowering for the young German Shepherd puppy.
He basked and slobbered hungrily in her ever-growing love-juices,
adoring the bright blue pools of her eyes and her melodious, whimpering
voice which was so warm and soothing and alluring, and which first
bespoke to him her pervading innocence.
He adored her lovely face, and the way it glowed with incensed passion
as she looked at him. The soft curves of her nakedly tanned body were
something else he worshipped proudly, doting especially on the
magnificent jutting mounds of her firm, gorgeously curved breasts. It
was little wonder that he loved licking at her hot, urgent sexual core,
where his instinctively expert tongue was able to magnetically draw
gush after gush of hot liquid proof that she adored him too. So he
excitedly tongue-flicked her curl-fringed moistness, and felt the
strong urge in his ruttish, lust-driven loins clamoring for more.
Abruptly, with a rumbling growl, Kaiser suddenly stopped his tongue-
fucking and backed away from Jackie's seething vaginal plane.
"Wha -- ?! Kaiser, what's wrong?!" the anguished girl demanded, raising
herself up on her elbows, her long, blonde hair fanning out in back of
her. Her eyes were humid and smoky, hungrily watching as her virgin
cunt-lips softly undulated against each other, desperately trying to
find the swiftly removed tongue.
"Did I do something wrong, boy?" she pleaded plaintively. "I'm sorry
... I didn't mean it, Kaiser. Please keep licking me, boy ... God, I
need you!"
But Kaiser didn't appear to be listening to her ardent love commands.
Instead, eyes blazing with bestial lust, he was backing away from her
half-raised position, revealing gradually to her glazed-over eyes ...
his cock! His gorgeous animal cock!
Breathless with wonder, her jaw hanging slack, Jackie gaped at the
glistening hard sexual organ that was slowly emerging from its long,
furry cocoon, wet, pink, and thick, its tapered end swaying
tantalizingly as it left the protective sheath in an ever-expanding
length of scarlet hardness.
0h, God! It was bigger than she remembered! Jackie panted wordlessly,
her eyes widening in disbelief as she confronted this amazingly huge
animal cock slipping so agonizingly slowly from its hairy brown sleeve.
She had never in her life imagined that she could be so turned on and
ready to explode, and it was doubly exciting to know that her arousal
had not been caused by some horrible, lewdly conniving man, but by this
innocent, and knowledgeable dog!
God! Oh, God! For the first time in her protected young life, she knew
that she wanted to feel a cock up inside her unused young pussy. And
she could tell that Kaiser wanted to do the same thing ... just as she
had suspected on that first fateful afternoon that he had lived here.
But some remnant of forgotten civilization seemed to nag and tug at the
teenager's heart-strings, as she again felt the agonizing reluctance to
let herself carry this wickedly forbidden act to its logical
conclusion.
I'm still a virgin ... I think ... It's not too late ... But... but I
can't stand this teasing! My pussy feels ready to explode, if I don't
cum pretty soon! And, ooooooh ... The only way I can cum is with
darling Kaiser!
"Ooooh, yessss, Darling!" she cried aloud to the hesitating dog. "I
neeeeed you, lover boy! I need you!"
She couldn't keep her eyes off his still-expanding and lengthening rod
as she sat up and stretched out her slender tanned arms in welcome.
"Come to Jackie, Kaiser darling! Come to Jackie like a good boy ... I
just can't wait ..."
Then, something seemed to snap in her consciousness, and uttering a
sharp, piteous moan of anguish, she plopped back down on the damp satin
sheets, her distended breasts heaving with unfulfilled desire. Her eyes
were opened, staring unseeing at the ceiling, as she heard Kaiser
pacing restlessly in front of the bed. She raised her head slightly,
and seeing that his penis was still growing to utterly impossible
proportions, she frantically piled her satiny smooth pillows underneath
her squirming, aching buttocks, propping herself up so that Kaiser
would be able to slide his long dog-cock into her easier. The gorgeous
young blonde's eyes glowed with lascivious desire, and she pulled her
legs back again until her knees touched her erotically inflamed
breasts, revealing the obscenely raised mound of her hot virgin cunt,
steaming and glistening with molten desire as it lay nakedly spread
before him. She raised her golden head to look down the valley between
her firmly throbbing breasts toward her animal lover, who was waiting
so patiently with his enormous, glistening red cock pulsating and
throbbing like a rhythmically straining heartbeat, beyond which lay the
heavy, love-laden testicles that would soon be spurting deep up inside
her hungrily waiting belly.
"Oooooh Hurry, Kaiser, hurry!" she groaned shamelessly. "You've got to
fuck me, just like a man! I can't wait for you to fuck my cunt, you big
lovable beast!" The crudeness of her own words shocked the unaccustomed
teenager, but she no longer cared about appearances or her former
opinions of things. All she wanted was to ease the incredible aching
need between her legs, and Kaiser's burgeoning rod seemed to be the
only way to do it.
She reached down between her thighs to stroke her greedily pulsating
vagina in a fiercely erotic gesture. "Oh, hurry, lover!"
Kaiser's heart pounded wildly with crazed animal heat. He wasn't used
to fucking women in human, face-to-face fashion, but it was obvious
that that was exactly what young Jacqueline Burnside wanted him to do.
To his bestial way of thinking, it hardly seemed possible that he could
fuck his long penile hardness into her this way, but he slowly came
back toward the bed, realizing that he would be able to watch the
gorgeous lust-contortions cross her beautiful young features this way
... And he would be able to suck and lick her huge, firm human breasts!
Positioning himself carefully, he made his way toward her spread apart
legs. He mounted easily between her quivering thighs, his head panting
above hers, feeling the steaming moisture of her open cuntal lips as
his fiercely excited and jerking penis brushed against the sort fluid
heat of her outer vaginal lips.
"Aaaaiiieee ... oh, my!" Jackie squealed, shutting her eyes tightly as
if to close off all entrance of guilt during this terrible obscenity.
She hugged her animal lover tightly, though, and her soft, naturally
red lips kissed all over his furry face as his own tongue lapped out to
lave her lovely features. Her small hand ventured down below his belly,
between their lewdly joined bodies, to find his huge animal cock and
press it warmly against her throbbing clitoris.
"God, it's hot!" she exclaimed suddenly, as if she'd been burned
unintentionally by the molten iron bar of Kaiser's huge hard penis.
"But I want to have it inside me, Kaiser," she added resolutely. "I
have to have it inside me!"
Boldly, she placed his tapering slickened cockhead against the
reflexively pulsating lips of her virgin pussy, and the dog felt the
moistly clutching grip of her young cuntal flesh nibbling at his penis.
All he did was what came naturally and instinctively to a hot-blooded
young animal. He shoved forward eagerly with a savage, purposeful
fucking stroke.
"Aaaaaggghhh! Nnnnnnoooooo!" the girl suddenly shrieked. "Oh, Kaiser
... Oooooooaaaaaiiiiieeeee!" Her wails trailed off into a series of
short, uncontrollable sobs, as the unprepared teenager felt the sudden,
unexpected pain of her delicate hymenal membrane giving way before the
animalistic onslaught of the eagerly fucking puppy. Kaiser could sense
the discomfort in his beautiful young mistress, and in his simplistic,
adoring mind, he felt genuinely sorry that he might have caused her any
pain. But at the same time, his body pummeled on of its own accord,
driven by an even more powerful instinct than his desire to please his
mistress. He continued to sink his long, throbbing animal organ into
the upraised pussy-slit of his young blonde mistress, even as his
throat rumbled with sympathetic outpourings of consolation.
Below him, Jackie could feel the shuddering vibrations of Kaiser's
firm-muscled body, keeping unconscious time with her own,
uncontrollable sobs.
"Oh, Kaiser, darling ..." she croaked; "I know you didn't mean it ... I
know you couldn't help it, darling ..." She threw her arms over his
powerful neck to show that she didn't blame him for the discomfort his
first rapid entry had caused her. "It's okay now, Kaiser. Honestly,"
she whispered. "It doesn't hurt any more ..."
In a way, she noted to herself, it was quickly becoming true. As the
powerful German Shepherd continued to work his red cock around in her
cunt, burying it deeper inside her hotly throbbing young belly, Jackie
could feel the pain subsiding almost magically, to be replaced by an
even more intense pleasure than what she had recently known.
"Aaaaaahhhhmmmmnnn," she sighed ecstatically. Her throaty sounds became
one endless gurgle of mindless delight as he fucked unremittingly into
her no-longer-virginal pussy. She could no longer force her mind to
form words and sentences, for Kaiser wouldn't understand them anyway
... All she could do was fuck, fuck, fuck! Her passion-dilated cuntal
passage opened like a flower in the hot summer sun, and there was
nothing she could deny him now. She was totally open, vulnerable, and
enslaved, helplessly spread out before him as she enjoyed the electric
thrill of being fucked silly by a lustful dog.
The rapid staccato of his thrusts was something that could not be
altered or implored for a single instant, so that the young teenager
had to ride with it and do the best that she could. Kaiser was not a
human lover, who might be persuaded to do something for her ... This
was an instinctually erotic beast -- an animal on all fours fucking
into her with a lightning thrust so mind-bending that it made her teeth
chatter and clatter in her head like loaded dice.
He must have fucked her fifty times in succession while she was still
trying to acclimate her human brain to the fact that he was actually
fucking her, for the first time she had ever been fucked in her whole
young life. Like the muscular and powerful animal that he was, his
soul-searing dog-fuck reamed her young belly like a piston in a
powerful engine. Jackie cringed and whined beneath his savage,
automatic invasion, her mind blanked out by her own carnal lust, the
very hearth of her womanhood aflame with a desire that had no
counterpoint in her whole living memory.
Heights and depths of unholy ecstasy competed with each other within
the battleground of her flaming young blonde cunt. All she could do was
moan and squirm salaciously around the magnificent beast-cock that was
despoiling her gorgeous blonde beauty, offering her cunt selflessly up
to him on the altar of their new-found love.
When she could get her wildly impassioned breath, she managed to look
up to watch with lewd fascination the redly glistening dog-cock
pistoning regularly in and out of the soft, curl-fringed lips of her
clinging vaginal mouth. It slithered in and out of her widely-split
young pussy with wet, breath-whipping charges, fucking its way up to
the very top, then back down again, with her cunt-walls clinging to it
like hot liquid rubber. Kaiser's heavy, sperm-bloated testicles slapped
heavily against the small puckered mouth of her anus down between her
luridly spread young ass-cheeks, imparting a wild, additional thrill of
lust as well.
Her brain jarred fiercely with every maddening, breast-shivering lunge
as she reeled in the blinding pool of taboo sodomy. It amazed the
teenager the way the glistening length of his cone-shaped penis
pistoned so deeply within her own tight vagina, and she kicked her legs
out to wrap them around the furry muscles of Kaiser's strong young
back. Then, rhythmically, she lifted her loins in a wildly salacious
grinding motion to meet his driving strokes with obscene, ecstatic
abandon. Wildly, crazily, she humped her gorgeously rounded pelvis up
at her animal lover, sliding forward onto his continually skewering
cock as it lunged deeper and deeper with heavenly delight into the
tortured confines of her hardly-used pussy. His hairy animal belly and
loins battered her relentlessly and without mercy, thudding
resoundingly into her taut, lewdly spreading cuntal flesh, his huge,
lust-bloated penis sinking full length into the fluid inferno of her
wildly clasping cuntal passage .
With shameless, drunken mewls of pure joy, the lust-intoxicated blonde
teenager rotated her buttocks furiously, grinding the undulating walls
of her vagina hungrily around the hardened length of his piercing
animal penis, a blissful wail of enravished lust breaking from her
open, drooling lips.
And then the signal came, the unmistakable, but as yet unknown signal
of approaching orgasm. It sprayed through the young girl's erotically
seething loins like the prickling of millions of tiny hot needles,
gnawing at the inner base of her sensuously quivering belly with a
lascivious promise of the first real climax she had ever known.
Over and over again Jackie moaned and whined, continually approaching
the steep cliff of her elusive orgasm. She strained beneath her panting
dog-lover, watching his thick red penis fucking furiously into and out
of the blonde fringed hole between her eagerly twitching legs. She
gasped with agony, her eyes bulging as she raced toward her first
genuine orgasm.
"Ooooh, yyyeeeessss ... fuck me, Kaiser ... Like that ... just like
that ... I'm going to cum from your fucking ... Ooooooh ..." Jackie's
mouth drooled sexually all over his panting face, covering it with hot,
wet kisses as her loins felt ready to explode in a million tiny pieces.
Kaiser's puffing animal heart raged with desire for the beautiful
blonde mistress he was fucking, whose soft, tan legs were wound so
tightly around his swiftly moving back, as were her arms now wrapped
around his neck. She whined a low, pleading moan as she feverishly
kissed him as no other human woman had ever done, simultaneously
thrusting her eagerly clasping pussy walls up over his rod as it drove
faster and faster into her. The burning heat of her vaginal channel
clung greedily to his savagely pumping cock, urging him on.
"Ooooh, God!" Jackie panted through gritted teeth. "I can't stand it!
I'm almost there! ... Ooooooh, I'm almost there!"
The lust-drugged young blonde opened her mouth ardently as the dog's
long, thick tongue thrust into the heat of her moist oral cavern,
brushing her tiny pink tongue as it surged forward into the depths of
her throat. She sucked his tongue wildly, unbridled bestial passion
seeming to possess her. Her toes curled downward as every nerve seeming
to possess her. Her toes curled downward as every nerve in her
hopelessly aching flesh seemed to strain endlessly towards the most
impossible, mind-shattering, fantastic climax. With his tongue in her
mouth, it was as if she were being fucked orally as well as vaginally.
Sob after joyous sob broke forth from her ardently strangling lips as
she felt her whole being heave 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 young
breasts shaking titillatingly beneath the lustfully snarling dog. The
huge beast who looked so much like a bigger version of Kaiser lowered
his nose between the shivering young love-slave's soft, coffee-colored
legs, spreading the curling red hairs in her crotch and sniffing at her
fully aroused vaginal mouth. His tail wagged and trembled as though he
had located a bitch in heat, and Cecilia moaned in stark terror. She
cried out in a high-pitched wail as the animal's lizard-like tongue
shot out and trailed up the entire crevice between her thighs, its tip
flicking teasingly at the tiny, defensively clenching anal ring.
The red-haired Argentine girl tried to squirm away, but the massive dog
was unrelenting. He raised his head whenever she moved, snarling
menacingly until she checked her motion. He lapped at the narrow pink
slit of her cunt, running his salivating red tongue over the pinkly
pulsing flanges of her vaginal lips to the tiny, sensation-primed
pleasure button of her clitoris. She moaned and sighed as his great
tongue spread through the soft hair-covered swelling of her pubis,
dragging the fleshy folds of her pussy after it.
He licked mercilessly between the young girl's widespread legs,
stopping sporadically to curl more deeply through the walls of her
vagina, when a fierce, piercing cry broke from her throat to literally
make the windows shudder. She jerked spasmodically, helpless in the
grip of a lust too obscene to be believed, as the great dog licked and
sucked at her raging loins.
Greg couldn't suppress a shiver. His eyes glazed over as he panted
uncontrollably, watching this amazing display of unspeakable lewdness.
He'd wondered once or twice, he remembered, whether his roommate Matt
ever considered training any of his dogs to do that to human females,
but he had never really taken the idea seriously. Now that he was
seeing it in the film -- which had been shot continuously without
interruption so there could be no question of the realism -- he thought
again that it was possible for women to respond to animals, and he
resolved to talk to Matt about it later. Right now, however Stella's
expert hands were stroking up and down on the incredibly hardened
length of his fully exposed penis, making his pelvis twitch
involuntarily as she skinned back the heavy foreskin covering his
slickening cockhead.
The redhead on the screen had stopped her frightened sobbing, and the
only noises she emitted now were soft, sex-pleading mewls, that echoed
lewdly throughout the avidly watching audience. The German Shepherd's
thickly slithering tongue moved mercilessly up and down between her
thighs, drawing cries of ecstasy where before there had been abject
terror. She raised her hands, holding them in indecision for a moment,
and then dropped them with a helpless moan to grip tightly behind the
dogs ears.
A deep, guttural groan of desire rumbled from her throat, and suddenly
she jerked her legs backward in order to give the animal greater oral
access to her seething pussy. She pulled his tapered nose forward, up
inside her well-lubricated vaginal mouth, and his enormous tongue
snaked out even deeper up into the moist, steaming passage, ravishing
her eagerly accepting cuntal walls without mercy.
Wild, incoherent shrieks echoed from her young lips, pleading and
encouraging the German Shepherd who was salivating between her upthrust
thighs. He worked savagely, like the beast he was, instinctively
following his animalistic urges.
The three younger occupants of the green theater couch gasped in
unison, as Stella looked up amusedly to see what was the matter.
The German Shepherd's glistening red penis was slowly emerging from its
furry animal sheath, and the camera had zoomed in to accentuate its
foreboding, expectant progress!
He lifted his nose from the pleading Argentinian girl's genitals to
lever her onto her stomach. Her resistance to the huge beast seemed to
have waned under his maddening dog-tonguing, and she was helplessly
doubly enslaved -- locked by her captors in the tiny, cell-like bedroom
and trapped by her wild, insurmountable desires to feel the dog's cock
in her raging young cunt. Her quivering body subserviently knelt on all
fours on the bed, as the animal nudged her upward before his waiting
penis.
Greg twitched noticeably as Stella teasingly squeezed even tighter
around his burgeoning penile rod, drawing his attention from the movie
screen back to his own urgent erection. She could feel her own insane
need building inexorably in her quivering loins, and she felt that she
just had to see the young college student as he responded automatically
to her expert genital caress.
On the screen, Cecilia reached back and spread her creamy-white
buttocks to open them like a curtain from her delicately throbbing
rectal lips, giving the dog's tongue greater access as he worked at her
lingually from behind. She still wore the heavily studded leather
boots, and the huge German Shepherd seemed to respond to the scent by
crouching right up close on his haunches, so that his whole body was
supported by the small-boned girl kneeling on the bed.
He nuzzled into the lust-paralyzed girl's crotch, pushing his massive
head between her pelvis and the bed. Stella's eyes widened with
excitement, as she thought to herself what Jackie must be thinking
right now. I don't think I was wrong, the mother remarked to herself.
What else could it have been ... Matt told me that Kaiser doesn't like
men, but Jackie had certainly had some kind of activity last night ...
Stella smiled almost gleefully when she imagined that the girl on the
screen was not Cecilia LaFruta from Argentina, but rather her own
lovely blonde daughter Jackie, and she whispered mentally to herself,
That's it, Jackie honey ... I knew you wouldn't turn out to be an old
puritan like your father!
Cecilia -- or Jackie, whichever girl it was -- was kneeling obediently
to elevate her ass-cheeks in abject surrender. The dog's long,
relentless tongue had lashed into her servile helplessness, crushing
her initial resistance with its vigorous and unremitting attack on her
sensitive young sexual organs. She was on all fours and the German
Shepherd now mounted the smoothly spread cheeks of her ass, placing his
forepaws on her sleek young back. The glistening, scarlet rod of his
penis slipped from its furry sheath, dripping milky white animal cum
from its tip. The tapering point slipped and jerked, trying to locate
the tight little anal hole in order to bury the thick, hard shaft into
the helpless young love-slave's rectum. As it slipped menacingly about
on her naked flesh, Cecilia cried out as if she were being branded by a
scalding hot iron.
But even as she cried out, she was still looking back, and trying to
capture with her upraised buttocks the length of the dog's love-shaft.
Like a bitch in heat, she strove to scabbard the long, pinkly
glistening organ in her voraciously flagellating vaginal mouth. But the
dog seemed bent on denying her. All he wanted was her tiny little anus.
The sharp tit of his cock missed its mark at first, but then it slid
upward again, trying again to enter.
The Argentinean girl on the screen sobbed piteously, as she writhed
before the great beast that was trying to skewer her rectum. Finally,
it must have been a mistake on the dog's part, his throbbing red rod
slipped into her starving, passion-inflamed pussy, and she sighed over
and over as he shoved instinctively forward.
Oooh, that's it! Stella was saying to herself in silent encouragement
to the movie. Fuck right up into her cunt, Kaiser ... Fuck right into
Jackie's virgin cunt! She shifted sideways on the couch so that she
could grasp Greg's cock with both her hands now, manipulating him as
though he was nothing more than a lustful erotic toy designed for her
pleasure. He gasped uncontrollably as she stroked his thick, hot
hardness, no longer caring whether Jackie or Matt knew what was going
on or not.
The dog on the screen growled, and Cecilia reached back, trying to keep
his slippery penis from sliding out of her vaginal mouth. But she was
unsuccessful, as the German Shepherd slid off her polished leather
boots and inadvertantly pulled his flaming rod of canine flesh out of
her frantically undulating cunt-walls.
He lunged forward again almost immediately, but the audience knew from
the close-up of the expression on Cecilia's face that the huge German
Shepherd had finally succeeded in his intentions. He had rammed his
long, dripping dog-cock right into the girl's wrinkled anal ring! It
slithered forward with a wet rush until it was sunk to the hilt, his
sperm-filled testicles swinging below her and smacking heavily into her
wetly dripping pubic hair. A moan of relief broke from her contorted
lips, as she began to move rhymically backwards to meet the thrust of
the panting dog. His forelegs wrapped tighter around her smoothly
curved hips, and she undulated her body in tiny lewd circles,
abandoning herself to this delicious, searing animal fucking of her
rectal passage. Her face turned toward the camera, and the audience
could see that all fear and pain were gone, and in their place, only
delirious rapture remained. Her desire-swollen breasts danced slightly
beneath her sensuously writhing torso, moving in time to the
mercilessly skewering cock of the dog as it slid deeply into her from
behind, a relentless hot poker of lewdly glistening flesh burying
itself deeply and excitingly within her.
Stella's breath was coming in tight, frantic gasps, and the burning
sensation bubbling in her belly was almost too much to bear. She felt
as if her eyes would burst right out of her head. The wild fluttering
in her loins increased savagely in intensity with each prolonged moment
that she watched the teenager on the screen being ravished as she
imagined her own daughter must have been ravished last night. The
excited heat of the audience around her communicated itself and bathed
everyone in perspiration. She could feel sweat trickling down her belly
and mingling with the moistly trickling perfume at her pubic curls. She
squirmed her vagina down harder against the cushion of the couch,
stroking furiously on the college student's throbbing cock at the same
time. She bit hard on her lower lip, struggling to hold back a groan of
sheer, unadulterated passion.
Jackie, on the other end of the couch next to Matt, was breathing
heavily as she stared abjectly at the flickering movie screen. She
didn't remember where she was or with whom ... She could feel Matt's
eagerly wandering hand tracing slowly up the insides of her silky naked
thighs, but in her titillated imagination, she thought it was Kaiser,
licking up toward her cunt the way he had last night. In her so
recently stimulated mind, the young daughter of Stella Burnside had
never imagined that anyone -- a dog or a man -- could possibly stick
his hugely erected cock right into that tiny puckering channel of her
rectum, but now that she was seeing it with her own eyes, it seemed
like an exciting, and enticing possibility. She could already feel her
ass-cheeks twitching, as she dreamed how some time she and Kaiser would
actually try what the girl in the movie was doing right now.
Matt's fingers contacted the tiny hard bud of her clitoris through her
panties at exactly the same time that Stella whispered hotly into Greg
Sullivan's ear, "Oh, honey, let me taste your gorgeous cock!"
"Shit!" Greg spat out unconsciously, looking up apprehensively to make
sure no one had heard him. But everyone in the theater, including the
other two occupants of the green couch, was avidly watching the film,
and Greg groaned again as he slid down to let Mrs. Burnside lean over
his loins. He curled his fingers into her long, thick black hair,
gripping her head and forcing her mouth down over his throbbing, blood-
bloated cock. Her hand cupped his sperm-heavy balls affectionately, as
her brain spun deliriously.
Dizzying sensations swam through her lust-ridden brain like hot lava,
as she gagged and gurgled over the young near-stranger's delicious
hardness, lapping at the underside and all around it. She swirled her
tongue all over the swollen veins, as his healthy testicles pumped
pulsating blood furiously into them. Her eyes closed with ecstasy and
her nostrils flared, as she forgot that she was supposed to be watching
a movie, at her place of employment.
Greg tried to stifle his groans, but he had lost control of his body.
Christ, he thought, that's her daughter sitting next to me ... God! But
then he amended it, Oh, well, it's Matt's affair, anyway, not mine ...
I didn't know what these chicks were like!
He opened his eyes again to look at the movie, and the obscenely
swaying body of young Cecilia kneeling before the rapidly hunching
German Shepherd. The Argentinean girl had gone completely out of her
mind now, and she was shouting in Spanish to the dumb beast through
desperately clenched teeth. She was begging him, literally, to fuck her
harder, to spew his burning hot cum deep up into her greedily yearning
cunt. She wanted to be filled with his animal semen, as she twisted
like an animal herself before his powerful assault. She was just a mass
of trembling, desire-deranged flesh, pleading to be fucked and
dominated by the dog on her back, its heavily hardened cock pistoning
mercilessly in and out of her young rectal passage. She was actually
reveling in the humiliation of being fucked from behind by an animal in
front of a movie camera, and she ground her buttocks salaciously back
against him.
Greg couldn't tear his eyes away, but the building pressure in his
sperm-laden balls was becoming excruciating, as Stella sucked
ravenously on his bulging young cock, practically devouring him alive
as her own loins tingled excitingly.
Cecilia's long red hair was flailing wildly as the furious beast
thundered into her, and Greg had the strangely erotic impression that
the movie on the screen was somehow real, and happening in obscene
conjunction with Mrs. Burnside's oral sucking on his heatedly sensitive
penis seemed to be part of the movie on the screen, and it made his
balls churn and nearly boil over to think about it.
Suddenly, there was a fierce cry from the lust-possessed red-head in
the movie. She threw her head from side to side screaming in combined
torment and delight. It was obvious that she was hurtling through the
most soul-shattering orgasm ever, as she bucked viciously back against
the dog.
The huge animal's tongue lolled wetly from his mouth as he fucked
wildly into her backside, and his saliva dripped into a pool that had
formed in the smooth estuary of her youthful back. She rammed her
nakedly quivering buttocks back hard, sobbing and laughing at the same
time as she felt the first hot jets of his thick animal cum spurt
deeply into her greedily clasping rectal channel.
Greg watched in licentious fascination, feeling his own urgent need to
cum pressuring impossibly in his balls. He clutched his fingers into
the black-haired woman's cheeks to press them tighter around his
inflating cockshaft.
And on the screen, Cecilia's smooth round buttocks contracted
uncontrollably, signalling the orgiastic upheaval of not only her
quivering, flagellating vagina, but her tightly locked anal passage as
well. Thick, white liquid oozed from her rectum, spreading all over her
sensuously quivering ass-cheeks, thin trails of sticky dog-cum that ran
down back of the olive columns of her thighs. Her buttocks shone,
displaying soaked pubic hair down bellow, and pink, exhausted rectal
flesh, just above, as she pitched forward on the mattress to land on
her face.
The dog's slowly deflating penis slid from her semen-flooded back
passage with a lewd hissing sound that echoed reverberatingly
throughout the dead-silent movie audience, and Greg Sullivan had to
hold his breath to keep from groaning aloud.
I can't cum in her mouth ... Shit ... I've got to hold back ... he was
saying over and over to himself, but he knew even then that nothing in
the world could stop the incredible flood that was threatening to break
the dam in his balls.
And then it happened. The steel spring in his balls uncoiled, spitting
out through the burning head of his cock while Stella continued to suck
without pausing, squirting upward through her greedily locked lips and
back down again.
Greg moaned and bucked like a horse as the juice of his loins squirted
out this way and that, painting the walls and roof of the gorgeous
woman's mouth, striking with burning heat back against her hungrily
working tonsils.
Mrs. Burnside sucked endlessly, in a sweet, prurient dream of ecstasy.
It was something she had always craved, and especially now since her
divorce, she enjoyed the pungent flavor and heat of a young man's cum.
As the last spurt of his milk-white orgasm struck the back of her
throat she suctioned in her cheeks voraciously, to vacuum every last
drop from the glans opening of his slick young penis. Then she raised
her head from his steaming, satisfied loins, and stood up quietly.
The movie was almost over, she knew, and she had to be out in front
selling tickets to the next show before the crowds started lining up
outside. At the exit to the showing room, Stella paused to look back at
her daughter, wedged happily between the two young men, and she smiled
knowingly. Jackie's going to be all right, after all! she exulted. Matt
and Greg will never leave her alone now!
And it was a good thing, too, because there was a certain male that
Stella was interested in now, too, a male animal who had been
responsible for Jackie's demise.
Chapter 6
The lights in the Double-X Theater flickered on uncertainly at the end
of the passionate full-length film. The three squinty-eyed young
college students sat numbed for several seconds, the same thought
flashing through their minds. They had all actually seen young Cecilia
LaFruta in person, before the movie had begun ... They had seen the
girl who let herself be ass-fucked by a dog!
What was that dainty but voluptuously proportioned teenager doing now?
Had she brought the German Shepherd with her from Argentina? Were they
both backstage now, perhaps in a position equally as compromising as
the one in the film? God!
As Jackie slowly looked around her, she saw that many of the other
members of the audience were still sitting frozen, mesmerized by the
salacious movie they had just viewed. Some had that dazed, drugged look
in their eyes, as though their minds were still back in the cage-like
dressing room where Cecilia had performed in the film, with the huge
furry dog fucking into her backside while she knelt subserviently
before him.
The blonde coed shuddered and sat up rigidly, smoothing her clinging
skirt down over her unconsciously trembling thighs. Her own clear blue
eyes were dilated widely with private lust, for during the film, Matt
had subtly worked his fingers all the way up to her crotchband! A few
times, he stretched the elastic of the leg-holes of her panties, so he
could slip his big, masculine fingers into the steaming valley of her
so recently initiated pussy slit. It had been all right when the
theater was darkened -- Jackie had to admit that having Matt's fingers
playing on her sensitive erogenous flesh was the only way she would
have been able to sit through the entire erotic foreign film. Now,
however, with Greg Sullivan and all the other people in the audience
able to see what had been going on, Jackie's former modesty returned in
an embarrassed rush, and she tried to sit up normally and deny the hot
arousal of her young genitals.
"Well, what did you think of the movie?" It was Matt who spoke,
breaking the heavy silence among the three youths.
Greg nodded in vague response, gulping in relief that he had had time
to slip his deflated cock back into his jockey shorts and zip the fly
of his brushed denim pants. "Yeah, it was far out," he said, but
privately he added, And Mrs. Burnside is even more far out than the
flick!
"Those German Shepherds are really lover boys when they get started,
aren't they," Matt continued, this time turning his gaze to Jackie. "I
know; I've raised a lot of dogs ... and I could just tell that some of
these bigger animals got all hot whenever they got near a woman." He
stared hard at the teenaged daughter of his voluptuous customer, his
deep brown eyes seeming to pierce right through her consciousness to
her innermost guilty thoughts.
Jackie began to blush uncontrollably. Does he know? Does he know what I
did with Kaiser last night? Her first agonizing thought was followed
immediately by another, even more insidious one. Did Matt deliberately
train Kaiser to do that? Oh, God, don't let it be true! What if I've
been ... TRICKED by this friend of Mother's? And even as the first
suspicion of betrayal crossed the young blonde's quick-witt, she
realized that if there had been any underhandedness concerning her
strangely sodomizing affair with the handsome German Shepherd, then her
own dear mother Stella Burnside would have had a hand in it.
Oh, my God! Mother deliberately planned this whole thing ... She
figured it all out right down to the movie, just to make me give in!
Her young head spinning with thoughts of revenge, renewed apprehension
about her two attractive companions, and a certain amount of
unsatisfied arousal, Jackie forced herself to stand up. Her voice was
stiff and formal; "There's another show in a few minutes, you guys, so
we better clear the theater ..."
Greg looked up in surprise. "What's wrong, Jackie?"
"Nothing ... but I think I better get home ..."
"Home?" Matt repeated incredulously. "I thought you'd come with us for
a while!" He grasped the girl's arm as all three of them made their way
through the throng at the theater exit. As they passed the glass booth
where Stella was busily taking money and handing out theater tickets,
Matt stopped and went over to talk to her.
"All right if we take your daughter out tonight, Mrs. Burnside?" he
asked in a friendly way.
Black haired Stella smiled her assent.
* * * * *
The three young college students were still out when the voluptuous
divorcee quietly opened the front door to her apartment. She didn't
really expect to find them there, but it was well after 2AM, and it
wasn't like Jackie to stay out quite this late. Still, for the hot-
blooded mother, the girl's absence was an encouraging sign, and Stella
began to hum softly as she hung up her light summer coat and began to
undo her short costume.
Kaiser growled involuntarily as he awoke from his pleasant nap on young
Jackie's musky-scented bed. He climbed down onto the floor and followed
his new mistress' humming voice into the kitchen, nuzzling up against
her silk-stocking-clad legs and licking playfully at the flesh of her
firmly-sculpted thighs. All that the gorgeous older woman wore was her
underwear, a black lacy decollette brassiere, shadowy black nylon
panties, and a brief but ruffled garter belt that held up her long,
smooth stockings.
The young dog had never seen real women's underthings before, because
most of the females he had known at Fields' Breeders had been the young
ones, who shunned the traditional forms of femininity. For some
inexplicable, instinctual reason, the sight of the curvaceous black-
haired divorcee in her most private underwear was impossibly exciting
to the young puppy, and his long pink tongue slipped from his drooling
jaws as he nosed his head up between Stella's legs.
Stella smiled down at her new pet, breaking off her soothing humming to
inquire, "Oh, so you think you're a human man, do you, Kaiser?" Her
tone was mildly joking, and she wasn't at all prepared for what the
young dog did next.
Kaiser sluiced his tongue right up over the nylon-covered mound of her
pubis, and all the way down through her panty-covered vaginal split!
"Oh my God!" Stella breathed. "My God, I was only joking!"
But the eager German Shepherd continued to lap at her insufficiently
hidden sexual area, while the mother stood flabbergasted in the
kitchen. Visions from the movie she had just seen tonight mingled with
her imaginary suspicions about her daughter, and she put two and two
together.
"Why, of course!" she exclaimed. Her mind flew back to the back yard of
the big white house in central Sacramento, where Matt Fields lived and
ran his dog breeding business. She remembered how the dark-haired
college student had explained Kaiser's preference for women, and
dislike for men. She remembered the way Kaiser had nuzzled her, when
she was trying to decide which of the three German Shepherd brothers to
buy. In her imagination, she saw the look on her young daughter's face
just last night, when Kaiser had been resting his head across her
firmly rounded young ass-cheeks. In her imagination, Kaiser's
expression looked exactly like the expression that the dog in the
Argentine movie wore, with that lustful, animalistic anticipation
sparkling in his big, soulful eyes.
"Oh, my gorgeous, delicious little pet!" Stella sighed, moving from the
kitchen to the hall, and down the short hall to the privacy of her
bedroom. Kaiser followed faithfully, almost like a magnet, as the
sexily built woman moved erotically in her scant undergarments which
were such a fascination for him. She threw open her bedroom door, and
Kaiser leaped up excitedly on the bed, already anticipating what his
older mistress had in mind. But the black-haired woman had her own way
of doing things.
Slowly, almost torturously, she began to unhook her brassiere, so that
the hugely pendulous orbs of her breasts gradually throbbed into the
puppy's eager view. Then, swaying silently to some music that seemed to
be playing in her brain, the woman stripped off her thin nearly
transparent panties, so that the young German Shepherd began to drool
at the sight of her moistly glistening cuntal vee.
Kaiser began to bark excitedly, and the thick red velvet bedspread
began to heave up and down with his eager jumping.
"In a minute, Kaiser, in a minute," Stella promised softly, as she
arched her back and gripped the black elastic garter behind her left
thigh. Her magnificent breasts jutted proudly upward, their brown
nipple peaks wrinkling tautly in the cool night air of the bedroom. She
leaned over as she gently rolled her illusory stocking down her long,
perfectly shaped leg, causing her gigantic tits to swing enticingly
forward, and Kaiser leaped off the bed in the hopes of getting a
slurping taste of their sweetness.
"Ooooh, good dog! Good dog!" the gorgeous divorcee laughed to the eager
animal. She hurriedly sleeked down her right stocking, daintily pulling
it off her toe as she raised her leg clear up to her heavy set breast,
revealing again the pinkly glimmering furrow of her excited and
exciting cunt.
Kaiser drooled and growled as the voluptuous older woman carefully lay
back on the soft velvet covering of her queen-sized bed, her eyes
sparkling down at him suggestively. But he couldn't wait any longer. He
leaped up on top of her before she had even gotten comfortable, and
lapped at her nipple crowns with his long, wet dog-tongue.
"Why you lecherous young man!" she cried in mock horror. "You can't
wait half a second, can you?" But her cunt was still twitching with the
unfulfilled arousal she had experienced while sucking young Greg
Sullivan's cock, even as she was watching a movie about a beautiful
beast very similar to Kaiser himself. She stared wonderingly into his
handsome German Shepherd face, the expression in his large round eyes
altogether too sexy and human. She felt as if they were laser beams
burning into the soft hairy mattress of her pussy. God, they were
twinkling seductively!
The temptation to go right ahead with the eager young dog was too great
for Stella to ignore, or even postpone. She felt a small ripple of
excitement in her belly as she reached forward to stroke Kaiser's sleek
coat, feeling his hair tickle teasingly across her fully upthrust
He accepted her enticing invitation. Again the length of his hot, moist
tongue swept over the sensitive hardness of her nipples, and it didn't
stop there. The voluptuous theater ticket-seller gasped excitedly as
his long, thickly working flesh curled its heated wetness over the
smooth resilience of her nakedly tingling skin again and again.
Her breath caught desperately in her throat as she felt herself
beginning to respond, just the way her own young daughter must have.
She watched as the pinkly glistening length of his tongue grazed over
the erect, berry-hard nipples on her nakedly swelling breasts, the
feverish sensation rapidly increasing. She could almost see the large
secondary mounds of her areolas gradually expanding under their
delicate load of her tautly hardened nipples.
The simmering sensations raced through her like a raging forest fire,
causing the moisture seeping from her now warmly flushed cunt-lips to
flow even faster, dampening the tops of her thighs and the velvet
bedspread underneath. For a moment, Kaiser seemed to hesitate, but then
he whined and worked forward, to wedge her long legs apart with his
snout, pushing his cold, wet nose up between them right to the
expectantly quivering lips of her pussy mouth!
"Oooohh, God! Kaiser, I didn't guess! I wondered ... and now I know!
You handsome little devil!"
Kaiser responded warmly to her throaty encouragement. Trying to work
his nose in still further, his nostrils keenly aroused by the musky
scent of her excited womanhood, he pressured roughly into her
widespread loins, causing her to jerk upward on the soft, sensual bed.
Once more his hot tongue darted out provocatively, licking mercilessly
at her nudely reclining body. Wild emotions swamped the raven-haired
woman as she stared deeply into his brown eyes, while his tongue
continued to lap lovingly at her nakedly jutting breasts. God, he
seemed to know exactly what to do ... Almost as if he had been
deliberately trained to do it!
His large, lapping tongue suddenly started working downward over her
softly trembling flesh, down over her soft belly, swirling wetly and
excitedly into her navel and then downward again. He licked and lapped
down until finally the tip of his nose was sniffing right between her
helplessly quivering thighs, as if he could smell the intoxicating heat
of her desperately surging cunt.
Even mature, imaginative Stella Burnside was amazed and incredulous at
the young dog's performance. She couldn't believe that she herself
could get so excited so quickly, just from the tonguing of her loins by
an eager German Shepherd puppy. It was easy to see why young Cecilia
LaFruta responded so hotly to the dog in the movie, and Stella could
even understand why her formerly virgin daughter might get turned on by
a dog. But the hot-blooded, experienced older woman had never in her
fully-lived life ever imagined that she herself might be so susceptible
to the lingual caress of a dog!
But maybe that's why it's so exciting, she mused to herself. It IS
forbidden, after all ... illegal ... unnatural ... Oh, God, and sooo
fantastic!
Aloud, she spoke to Kaiser, as if she expected him to understand her
words. "I didn't know what to think last night, Kaiser, when I found
you and Jackie lying together like that ... But I know now, don't I,
boy? You were teaching Jackie the things she needed to know, weren't
you, you lovable little devil! ... Well, I must say, Kaiser, you
succeeded where I failed, with Jackie, anyway ... And I'm glad of it,
too ... Ooooh, you gorgeous creature!"
She propped herself up and took his handsome face tenderly in her
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
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