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Wooten's Pedigrees wasn't what Anya Bacula expected. The 40-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 Wooten'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! Anya 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, Wooten's Pedigrees -
Please Ring. There were two other doorbell buttons, and Anya 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 Anya turned slightly to talk to him.
Is this Wooten'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 Daniel Wooten.
Anya was somewhat taken aback. You're Daniel Wooten? 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. Bacula,
the lady who called, he said. The dogs are out back, if you'll
follow me.
Anya 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. Daniel 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? Daniel asked, when they had stopped
by the gate in the fence.
That's right, Anya 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. Anya wondered how her daughter Staci
would take to a gorgeous guy like Daniel Wooten. 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 Staci, Anya reflected. She hoped
sincerely that her own stormy marriage to Vic Bacula 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 Staci wasn't pretty! Lord no! Staci Bacula 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 Anya
herself, but for some reason - perhaps because of Vic's constant leering and
crude remarks - Staci Bacula 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, Daniel 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 hardon!
Daniel 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.
Daniel continued to explain just exactly what the dogs were trained to do and
what they were trained not to do, as Anya Bacula 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 Anya Bacula'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 Daniel, 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?
Anya 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 Staci's sake that Anya 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 Vic. 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 Scores Club that Anya 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 - 2p to Midnight on weekdays, and 4p
until 2a on weekends. Although she drove her 2003 Porsche, which she had won in
the suit for divorce, to and from her job, Anya worried about leaving young
Staci 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 Daniel 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 Anya Bacula as a cock- hustling slut was a
conjecture of Vic Bacula's imagination and no one else's. It had been Vic who
had imagined that all his old college buddies were after Anya's body, during the
early years of their marriage. In fact, that was why, when Staci 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 Vic had begun imagining
that Anya was seeing his neighbors, or fooling around with her friends'
husbands. In the quiet, residential neighborhood where they lived, Anya Bacula
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 Staci, Anya
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 asscheeks, and she always dressed
to perfection, in clothes that showed off her assets nicely.
Any man in Vic's position as this incredible creature's husband would have been
watchful, it's true. But Vic over-reacted. He took to locking Anya 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 Staci was twelve, and her young breasts were beginning to bud, Vic 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 Staci 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 Staci Bacula's sheer pink panties. No wonder
the girl was afraid of men!
Finally, Vic had insisted that Staci 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 Anya 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 Vic's meandering. Once, he had even
laid a sexy little secretary at an office party, while Anya 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 Staci!
Anya had prudently refrained from making a scene at the party, and she even
decided to let this one instance of Vic'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 Anya 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 Vic was in better spirits than he had
been for some time.
Anya 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 Vic Bacula could mean only one
thing. And sure enough, after Vic 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. Anya 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 Anya Bacula. Staci 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 Staci was sixteen,
knowing that it would only be a matter of time before Vic 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
Staci.
It was also around then that Anya began to notice Staci'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 Vic had left, Anya transferred Staci
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 Vic and Anya Bacula had been elected homecoming queen, only to turn
down the honor.
When Staci graduated from high school last June, Anya 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 Anya to pay the fees and tuitions at the state
colleges and universities, because although Vic was still liable for support
payments a long as Staci 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 Staci 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. Staci's schedule at American River Junior College, a
tuition-free institution not far from the Burnsides' new apartment, was almost
the exact opposite of Anya'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 Anya couldn't be around to look after Staci, 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 Anya 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 Staci needed to have around.
She raised her eyes to the proudly watching young dog breeder. Daniel 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.
Bacula... 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 Anya Bacula has to offer!
Anya 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. Wooten? she asked, her
voice a low, husky purr. And how can I pay you?
Daniel Wooten 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....
Anya'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. Wooten, she
stammered, but her eyes were still glinting speculatively, I didn't
realize a dog would cost quite so much.
He's purebred, Mrs. Bacula, Daniel 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.
Anya 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, Daniel said quickly, pulling from his
back pocket a squashed pack of cigarettes. It was the first time he had smoked
since Anya 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 Staci, the
older woman reminded herself, and she had seen Staci smoke on occasion,
particularly when the blonde teenager was nervous. Maybe Daniel Wooten was
nervous now, she reflected, and took advantage of the situation.
Perhaps, Mr. Wooten, I could get you tickets to the theater where I work -
Scores.
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 Scores Club was
located. Anya Bacula 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. Bacula, 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 Daniel had refused. But something about Mrs. Bacula 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.
Bacula'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. Anya Bacula 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 Anya Bacula for a
mother would have to be built!
Daniel grinned inwardly as he handed Anya 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 Anya 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.
Staci wasn't home from school yet, so Anya 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, Anya 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 Staci's bed at night.
Oh, well, Anya 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 Staci 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 Staci wouldn't
be alarmed at seeing a strange dog in the apartment.
But Anya 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! Staci 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. Staci 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 Staci 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! Staci 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, Staci 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 Staci 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. Staci 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? Staci 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. Staci 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 Anya'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 Staci, she might as well have been at work.
Oh, God, Kaiser... Oh, God, you can't do that. Staci 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.
Staci 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 Staci 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 cuntlips, 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.
Staci, 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. Staci 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 pussy, drawing upward to encounter the mysterious electrical bud
of her clit.
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 pussy 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 asscheeks. 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!
Staci 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!
Staci, darling, is that you? Anya Bacula'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. Staci, 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. Staci Bacula 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--? Staci 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, Anya 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 Staci, she thought. I've heard it about some
women... but not my Staci! 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!
Staci 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 Anya telling her about this or that boy whom she had met
recently. Then she'd go on about how nice he would look with Staci, and how
fantastic young men could make you feel. Recently - especially since her father
had left them - Staci's mother would even hint about sex, and intercourse! It
made the poor teenager wince!
Anya 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 Staci 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.
Staci, just hear me out! Anya exclaimed, holding her ground. The
ex-wife of Vic Bacula 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 Staci 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. Anya knew well enough what the pretty blonde
teenager was referring to. It was that ill-fated blind date she had arranged for
Staci last summer.
Gary Starkoff was a football player who had graduated from high school in June,
in the same class with Staci. He'd taken a summer job in his father's stationery
store, two doors down from the Scores Club, 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 Anya 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.
Anya 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 Anya 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. Bacula.
When she hung up, Gary croaked, A-Are you Staci Bacula's mother?
Around school, Staci Bacula 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 babe 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! Anya 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 Staci, charming young Gary Starkoff
should be able to!
Gary had decided to take Staci to a drive-in movie. The blonde teenager knew
that her father would have flatly refused, but Anya was absolutely thrilled, and
sent them off immediately.
At first, Staci 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. Staci 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.
Staci 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, Staci 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 Staci'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 Staci'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 Staci 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 Anya Bacula's daughter's heavily swaying 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
breasts, and yes, even a few grown woman's adult breasts, too - but never before
had he laid eyes on quite so fine a pair as Staci Bacula's. He released his fat
ten-inch cock from the confines of his pants and began stroking it
automatically, skinning back the long, thick foreskin to expose the shiny,
purpling head.
Staci 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 thick ten-inch 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, Staci 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, Staci! 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
asscheeks, 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 Staci 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, Staci 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 hardon.
His deep blue eyes flashed angrily, and he started the car engine even before
Staci 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 Staci 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,
Staci remembered dreaming about a boy - as her sleep-visions were filled with
huge, blood- engorged penises.
Now, nearly two months later, Staci 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 Daniel Wooten 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! Staci 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 Staci Bacula, he had made several deliberate
passes at Anya, 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! Staci 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, Staci. Anya 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 Daniel 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 Daniel Wooten while she was working at Scores!
Hey, Mrs. Bacula! 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, Daniel, 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, Anya 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? Daniel replied a little sadly. He did wonder
briefly what Mrs. Bacula'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 Daniel's age
hardly knew about, except by watching old movies. Most women Daniel's age were
more independent and practical, having lost that seductive aura that Mrs. Bacula
displayed so voluptuously.
Anya 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 Staci,
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, Daniel, 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 Anya Bacula was absolutely overpowering, and like tens of young men before
him, Daniel Wooten was reeling mentally with the forbidden possibilities.
Anya was a light eater, and bought an apple and a Scotch-and-soda from the
proprietor of a bar next door to Scores. Then she led young Daniel 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, Anya 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, Daniel 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!
Daniel looked up at his hostess with a lewd twinkle in his eyes. He made no
secret of his huge hardon anymore, and he even boldly loosened his pants to give
himself room to breathe. Anya 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.
Anya smiled again. I bet you'd like to see the movie, wouldn't you?
she whispered.
Daniel 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! Daniel! Anya 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 Anya
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 Staci, she thought to
herself. He'd have scared her off for sure!
Anya 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 G-cup
breasts swayed and bobbed with their mutual effort, and she knew that they were
enough to give Daniel - or any other man - a hardon 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 Anya
Bacula had the tiniest, girlish waist which flared outward into a full firm pair
of hips that were just made for bedroom games. If Vic 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!
Daniel 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 pussy, moistening
slightly with her shimmery liquid secretion.
The gorgeous theater ticket-seller was completely naked, now, although in all
honesty, Daniel 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
asscheeks 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, nine and half-inch
penis. Her experienced fingers wrapped sensuously around its girth and began to
stroke slowly in teasing, tightening strokes, causing his firm young asscheeks
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 Daniel 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 Daniel'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. Daniel 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 Anya'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 Daniel Wooten'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 babe 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 Anya
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.
Daniel'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.
Anya 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, Daniel, she
groaned, God, your cock is soooo wonderful... Just let me lick it and make
it all big and hard again, Daniel, 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 slippery cum 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 Daniel'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, Daniel, 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 Anya Bacula'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, Daniel, 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 Daniel'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, Daniel! 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.
Daniel 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. Anya'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 pussy arched
upward through ascending levels toward the blinding light of her rapidly
approaching orgasm. Aaaaahhh, God, yeeesssss, she moaned up toward
the ceiling as young Daniel Wooten slithered his strong, sinewy hands under the
wildly pumping cheeks of her asscheeks 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.
Daniel 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! Daniel 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 Daniel's neck, now slithered down so her
long, painted nails dug into the dog breeder's pummeling asscheeks 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 Anya's openly spread legs. Daniel 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 Anya 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
pussy, 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 asscheeks and cunt from the profusion of sexual juices gushing from
her burning loins.
Ooooooohhh, GGGOOODDDD, Daniel! Ddddeeeper! she wailed, as the woman
on the movie screen behind the partition let out a similar, echoing scream,
AAAAAUUUGHH... Ooohhh!
Anya 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 pussy 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. Daniel 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 asscheeks, 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
Anya's female orgasm started the slow aching pressure in Daniel's groin, and he
gripped the cheeks of her rotating asscheeks and squeezed with furious strength,
feeling her cringe as he began to gush jet after jet of hotly spewing cum into
her widely stretched pussy.
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.
Ooooooooogod!
Across town from the Scores Club, Staci Bacula 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, Anya, 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 Staci 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.
Staci 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 Staci'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 cunt.
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
Staci'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 Staci'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 Staci 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, Staci 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! Staci 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
Staci'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 Staci'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! Staci 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 Staci 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.
Staci 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 Staci 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
asscheeks. 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 Staci 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. Staci 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, Staci 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.
Staci 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 Staci 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.
Staci 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. Staci 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.
Staci 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. Staci'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, Staci! 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 Staci Bacula 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 Staci 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. Staci 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 Staci 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 Staci
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 pussy 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.
Staci 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 asscheeks 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
asscheeks 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.
Staci 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
asscheeks, 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
asscheeks. 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.
Staci shivered delectably as his tongue drew ecstatically along her clinging and
throbbing cuntlips. 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 Staci'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 pussy, Kaiser dared to
explore where no one ever had.
Staci 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.
Staci'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. Staci
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 asscheeks 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
Staci Bacula, 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 Staci'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 cuntlips 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, Staci 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! Staci 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 Staci, Kaiser darling! Come to Staci 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 asscheeks, 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 pussy 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 Staci Bacula 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 cuntlips.
Aaaaiiieee... oh, my! Staci 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
clit.
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, Staci 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, Staci 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. Staci 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 asscheeks, 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 pussy, 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 asscheeks furiously, grinding the undulating walls of her pussy
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 Staci 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. Staci'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 cunt clung
greedily to his savagely pumping cock, urging him on.
Ooooh, God! Staci 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.
Staci'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.
At twelve forty-five, Anya Bacula 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, Anya thought that perhaps Staci 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 asscheeks, lay Kaiser; the strapping German Shepherd
guard dog!
As soon as he heard Anya'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 Staci'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? Anya 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 Anya's
nylon-stocking-clad leg.
Yes, Staci... 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, Anya 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 Staci. She had discarded the titillating
idea then, of course, but now...
I wonder... I just wonder, Anya thought, hiding a smile. Staci was naked, there
was no question about that. And Kaiser had been lying across her bare, firmly
rounded asscheeks, 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 Staci's clothes are strewn all over the floor! It was
totally unlike anything Anya'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 Staci 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 Staci 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.
Staci 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 Anya 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 Daniel when he comes over?
Daniel? Staci 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!
Daniel Wooten is the dog breeder I told you about, honey, the older
woman replied dreamily, her pleasantly filled pussy palpitating at the recent
encounter with Daniel in the lounge of the Scores Club.
Oh, yeah, Staci said expressionlessly. Okay, I'll pay him...
but... but I won't try to look like the Queen of Sheba for him.
Staci! Have I ever--? Anya 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 Staci!
Oh, fuck, man, will you just come on! Daniel Wooten shouted to his
roommate, Paul. I can guarantee this broad's daughter is not going to be a
dog. Christ, if you only saw the way Anya was built, you wouldn't even be
arguing!
Tall, blond-haired Paul Sullivan emerged from his bedroom in an embroidered
Western-style shirt and dark brown brushed denim pants. Look, Daniel, 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 babe you haven't even seen
yet?
Jesus, man, man, I'm telling you, this babe's mother is fucking built.
Tits like watermelons, man, and the firmest little ass. Daniel made an
obscene shape in the air with his fingers, and Paul 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.
Daniel 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, Paul, he said, opening the envelope. But just as I was
leaving last night, Mrs. Bacula gave me these. He held out three tickets
to the Scores Club, 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.
Paul 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? Daniel interpreted his roommate's change of
attitude excitedly. I swear to God, Paul, if the daughter's a dog, I'll
let you have a go at old Anya, and I promise you won't be sorry!
Paul got up and smiled. I guess that's all a guy could ask for,
Daniel, 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 Daniel's Mustang and headed
toward the outskirts of town where the Bacula's apartment was supposed to be.
I swear, Paul, this babe has got to be good! was the last thing
Daniel said to his companion as they mounted the stairs that led to Mrs. Anya
Bacula's door.
But Daniel Wooten wasn't quite prepared for the shock of seeing Anya Bacula'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! Paul's look said to Daniel. Is this girl real?
Daniel's expression said wordlessly, Oh, Christ, I didn't know she'd be this
fantastic!
Staci 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, Daniel 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 Paul and
Daniel 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, Daniel 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 Paul's presence. Paul, 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, Staci 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 Paul and Daniel 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 Staci
Bacula'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 Daniel Wooten! 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 Staci, Anya's daughter... Staci, for
short.
The curly-haired man smiled and said, I'm Daniel, and this is my roommate,
Paul Sullivan... We thought... Well, your mother gave us tickets to the theater
for tonight... Would you care to join us?
Staci 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. Bacula had had
anything to do with their invitation to young Staci. Paul, especially, took the
lead and explained hurriedly how he had practically twisted Daniel's arm to get
him to let Paul come along tonight. Daniel didn't admit that the situation was
almost exactly the reverse, but he did wish he hadn't promised Paul that he
could act as Staci's date. Shit, if he'd imagined she was even half as
foxy-looking as she was, Daniel would've agreed to take her out himself, the way
Mrs. Bacula 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 Scores 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 Scores in the front seat with Daniel, while Paul 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, Staci consoled
herself. She did give Daniel 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.
Anya Bacula's whole face lit up when she spotted her young college student lover
leading his friend and her own daughter Staci 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 Staci's hand. I just know this movie
will have special interest for you.
Staci looked quizzically at her mother, but Daniel and Paul 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 Staci, 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 Staci, Daniel, and Paul 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 Anya Bacula's certainly deserved it. Staci 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. Staci, Daniel, and Paul 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 Staci sat wedged between the two college boys
suddenly gave a little lurch, and all three occupants looked up to see a smiling
Anya Bacula sliding in next to Paul. 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.
Paul smiled obligingly, thinking to himself, Shit, this broad is twice as
far-out looking as old Daniel said. Sitting between the older woman and her
daughter the way he was, Daniel'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. Paul 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 Staci and her voluptuous mother were intently watching the movie, but Paul
looked down and saw that the hand over his pants' fly belonged to Anya. Jesus
Christ! he thought to himself. She's supposed to be Daniel's babe.
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 asscheeks. 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.
Anya's wandering hand squeezed firmly over Paul'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?! Daniel's roommate repeated to himself. Hell, I only just met Mrs.
Bacula 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?
Daniel maybe?
An Ooooohh rose from the audience, drawing Paul'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.
Paul gulped in the darkness. Now he was really becoming lost. Anya 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 asscheeks were twisting passionately against the
uncomfortable-looking couch, and she groaned and panted aloud as if she hadn't
been fucked properly in years. Staci's young heart went out to the girl, who
couldn't have been a day older than Staci herself, and almost unconsciously,
Anya Bacula's daughter folded her own hands across her lap, pressing down into
the warming split between her legs. Daniel Wooten 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 Paul, the dark-haired dog breeder thought. He didn't really want to
meet this gorgeous little babe anyway...
On the other side of the eighteen-year old blonde, Paul's breath was hitching
spasmodically in his throat. Anya Bacula, 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 pussy, 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.
Paul gaped with disbelief as Cecilia stroked her pussy flesh, swiping up
fingerfulls of moisture to spread down into the crevice between her widespread
asscheeks, her tiny clit 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. Anya was still massaging his
cock, but she hadn't made any further move. For a moment, Paul 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 pussy. 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 Paul and
Daniel, Staci 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. Staci
stole a glance at her mother, on the other side of Paul Sullivan, but the hazy,
dilated-pupil look in Mrs. Bacula'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 Paul's fly zipper. The college senior jerked suddenly
from the first cool touch of Anya'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 cuntlips to the
tiny, sensation-primed pleasure button of her clit. 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 pussy, 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.
Paul 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 Daniel 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 Daniel about it later. Right now,
however Anya'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 Anya
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.
Paul twitched noticeably as Anya 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 asscheeks 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. Anya's eyes widened with excitement, as she
thought to herself what Staci must be thinking right now. I don't think I was
wrong, the mother remarked to herself. What else could it have been... Daniel
told me that Kaiser doesn't like men, but Staci had certainly had some kind of
activity last night... Anya 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 Staci, and she whispered mentally to herself, That's it,
Staci honey... I knew you wouldn't turn out to be an old puritan like your
father!
Cecilia - or Staci, whichever girl it was - was kneeling obediently to elevate
her asscheeks 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 asscheeks the length of the dog's prickshaft. 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! Anya was saying to herself in silent encouragement to the
movie. Fuck right up into her cunt, Kaiser... Fuck right into Staci's virgin
cunt! She shifted sideways on the couch so that she could grasp Paul'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 Staci or Daniel 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.
Anya'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 pussy 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.
Staci, on the other end of the couch next to Daniel, 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 Daniel'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 Anya
Bacula 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 asscheeks twitching, as she
dreamed how some time she and Kaiser would actually try what the girl in the
movie was doing right now.
Daniel's fingers contacted the tiny hard bud of her clit through her panties at
exactly the same time that Anya whispered hotly into Paul Sullivan's ear,
Oh, honey, let me taste your gorgeous cock!
Shit! Paul 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 Paul groaned
again as he slid down to let Mrs. Bacula 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.
Paul 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 Daniel'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
asscheeks salaciously back against him.
Paul couldn't tear his eyes away, but the building pressure in his cum-swollen
balls was becoming excruciating, as Anya 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 Paul had the strangely erotic impression that the movie on the screen
was somehow real, and happening in obscene conjunction with Mrs. Bacula'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 asscheeks 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.
Paul 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 asscheeks contracted uncontrollably,
signalling the orgiastic upheaval of not only her quivering, flagellating pussy,
but her tightly locked anal passage as well. Thick, white liquid oozed from her
rectum, spreading all over her sensuously quivering asscheeks, thin trails of
sticky dog-cum that ran down back of the olive columns of her thighs. Her
asscheeks 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 Paul 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 Anya continued to suck without
pausing, squirting upward through her greedily locked lips and back down again.
Paul 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. Bacula 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 slippery 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, Anya paused to look back at her daughter, wedged
happily between the two young men, and she smiled knowingly. Staci's going to be
all right, after all! she exulted. Daniel and Paul will never leave her alone
now!
And it was a good thing, too, because there was a certain male that Anya was
interested in now, too, a male animal who had been responsible for Staci's
demise.
The lights in the Scores Club 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 Staci 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, Daniel 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 - Staci had to admit that having
Daniel'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 Paul Sullivan and all the other people in the audience able to see
what had been going on, Staci'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 Daniel who spoke,
breaking the heavy silence among the three youths.
Paul 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. Bacula is even more far out than the flick!
Those German Shepherds are really lover boys when they get started, aren't
they, Daniel continued, this time turning his gaze to Staci. 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.
Staci 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 Daniel 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 Anya Bacula 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, Staci
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.
Paul looked up in surprise. What's wrong, Staci?
Nothing... but I think I better get home.
Home? Daniel 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
Anya was busily taking money and handing out theater tickets, Daniel stopped and
went over to talk to her.
All right if we take your daughter out tonight, Mrs. Bacula? he
asked in a friendly way.
Black haired Anya 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 Staci to stay out
quite this late. Still, for the hot- blooded mother, the girl's absence was an
encouraging sign, and Anya 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 Staci'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 Wooten' 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 Anya's legs.
Anya 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! Anya 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 Daniel Wooten 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 asscheeks. 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! Anya 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, Anya 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 Paul 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 Anya
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 cuntlips 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 Anya Bacula 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 Anya 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 Staci
lying together like that... But I know now, don't I, boy? You were teaching
Staci the things she needed to know, weren't you, you lovable little devil!...
Well, I must say, Kaiser, you succeeded where I failed, with Staci, 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 Staci.
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
Anya's female sexual arousal that was so close to the scent of Staci'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, Anya 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, Anya 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 Staci'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,
Anya 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 pussy down through the smooth hairless valley between the tensed
mounds of her full-moon asscheeks. 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 asscheeks 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 clit.
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 pussy. 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. Anya 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 Scores. 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 cunt.
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 Paul'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 cum 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. Anya breathed
huskily, her sensuous voice spurring the dog on to even more intense lapping.
She lifted her simmering loins and quaking asscheeks, 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. Anya 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 pussy. 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.
Anya Bacula's gleaming, desire-drugged eyes widened at the glistening spectacle
of the dog's thick red ten-inch 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.
Anya 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 Anya 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 pussy. 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! Anya 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.
Anya 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.
Anya 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, cum-swollen balls
bumped softly against her chin as her hand brushed along his belly. Finding the
smooth tautness of his testicles, Anya 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 Anya 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 pussy, 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
cunt, 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.
Anya 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...
Anya didn't hear the key turning in the lock, and she didn't hear Staci's softly
tip-toeing footsteps in the hall.
Shhhh Staci whispered to her two male companions, Mother may
be asleep.
Okay, one male whisper responded, we'll wait out here until
you check.
Daniel Wooten grinned triumphantly to Paul Sullivan, and the two of them sat
down in the darkened hallway outside the Bacula's front door. Staci 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 Staci 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 Staci 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. Daniel and Paul had driven by a liquor store not too far from
Scores 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 Staci.
After a few drinks - her first alcohol since she had refused her mother's offer
of wine once - Staci 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? Paul 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, Staci 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, Staci, Daniel 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, Staci insisted, but it doesn't mean I haven't fucked my
dog!
Well, I don't believe it, Paul said point-blank. I don't think
it's possible; that movie was just trick photography.
Staci Bacula, 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
Daniel and Paul 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! Paul sputtered uncontrollably, when Staci 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, Staci, Daniel 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 Daniel nor Paul
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 Staci 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 Staci 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.
Anya 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 Anya
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 cockshaft jerked spasmodically in her mouth, and
suddenly it was spewing out its scalding cum like a geyser from deep in his
cum-swollen testicles.
The dog moaned into the still-twitching walls of Anya'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, Staci. 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, Anya 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 Staci 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 Staci, it was the ability to make
men happy, so that the young blonde would be able to enjoy life as much as Anya
herself had.
''My God, dear, Anya said aloud, you sure gave him a fantastic
hardon... What shall we do first?
Don't you want to fuck him, Mother? came the girl's surprised
response. Anya was taken aback, but not so much that she didn't agree to Staci'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
Staci, might be able to do for some appreciative man. The possibilities were
positively staggering!
Sure, Mother, Staci replied to Anya'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, Staci, the mother begged feverishly, her
upthrusted asscheeks squirming obscenely backwards in search of his cock,
struggling to fill her sizzling anal passage. Staci 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, Staci, 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 asscheeks.
Outside the salaciously occupied little apartment, Daniel Wooten and Paul
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, Daniel and Paul 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.
Anya'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. Anya Bacula, 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 Staci was crouching behind Kaiser, her hungrily licking tongue lapping
eagerly at the dog's balls!
What the hell? Paul said aloud, but his words didn't even disturb
the two lasciviously engaged women.
Fucking A! Daniel 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 asscheeks as she knelt below the dog's haunches, and then he let his
gaze wander to the head of the bed, where Anya's lipsticked mouth was gaping
open as she moaned and gasped out her lustful arousal.
Yeah, right on, Paul 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
hardon in all its naked majestic glory.
Both Staci and Anya looked up at the sensation of Paul's added weight on the
bed, and Staci flinched slightly when she felt his warm hands working in the
soft white flesh of her asscheeks. Lovingly, but urgently, he caressed her
tender, untanned flesh, nudging his hardened cock into the glistening wet cuntal
slit below.
Staci'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.
Paul wasted no time in steering his lust-stiffened penis into the softly
yielding channel of Staci'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.
Daniel could see the moist pink edges of Anya'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 hardon, 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. Anya? 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 Daniel'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 Anya moved, but he almost instantly
recognized his former owner and trainer, and his instinctive growl stopped as
quickly as it had started.
Daniel'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. Daniel 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 .
Anya 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 precum 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, Paul screwed rhythmically into Staci'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 Staci's mother's mouth, as he had done only hours
ago in the darkened movie theater.
Christ, he thought to himself, Daniel 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 Staci'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,
Staci 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 Daniel's voice from
the head of the bed, as his grotesquely engorged penis seemed to fill Anya's
mouth completely. The young dog had already begun spasmodically shooting his
sperm into Anya's ass, causing her to be thrust forward even harder against
Daniel'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, cuntlips 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 Staci could feel the
magnificent contractions of her first human-induced orgasm. She could feel her
cuntal walls gripping tightly around Paul 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 Anya Bacula'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 Daniel and Paul 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!
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