Mother's animal lover
Fields' Pedigrees wasn't what Stella Burnside expected. The forty year old divorcee had picked the dog breeder's name out of the phone book, and she expected to find a pet shop, or at least a kennel, at the address listed in the yellow pages. Instead, she found a sparkling white, old-fashioned wood-frame house, nestled calmly in the center of a residential block, looking no different from any of the other houses. The voluptuous black-haired woman checked the envelope on which she had jotted down the address, and she reviewed the directions that the young man had given her over the phone. Then she squinted carefully at the address over the green wood door to the white house. It all checked out -- this pleasantly homey looking house must be Fields' Pedigrees, even though there wasn't so much as a sign outside.
It's a wonder they do any business, the gorgeous divorced woman thought as she mounted the gray-painted steps to the front door. It occurred to her that maybe she'd better go somewhere else to buy a watchdog. But that man sounded so nice on the phone! Stella had deliberately postponed several other errands that she had to run on her day off, just because she was anxious to meet the dog breeder. He was young, she could tell by his voice, and he had sounded positively charming! The magnificently proportioned woman couldn't put off the chance to meet another handsome young man.
She pushed the buzzer beside the door, and found to her relief that there was a small bronze plaque above the doorbell, saying, "Fields' Pedigrees -- Please Ring". There were two other doorbell buttons, and Stella guessed that the large old house had probably been divided into apartments. But how could anyone raise dogs in an apartment?
Her silent question was met with the sudden presence of a tall, athletically proportioned man, who seemed to materialize in the doorway. He had come around from the back of the house, and Stella turned slightly to talk to him.
"Is this Fields' Pedigrees?" she asked politely.
The young man's eyes were resting uncontrollably on her abnormally large firm breasts, which were insufficiently hidden by the jacket of her lime green pantsuit. It was a few embarrassing seconds before he answered, "Yes... yes, it is. I'm Matt Fields."
Stella was somewhat taken aback. You're Matt Fields? she repeated to herself. The man on the phone sounded young, but not this young! The dark-haired man who had just introduced himself couldn't be over twenty-one, if that! He was wearing a casual "Keep on Truckin'" t-shirt and a pair of cut-off jeans, and his manner suggested a man who was barely out of his teens, still retaining the boyish exuberance of his adolescence.
He smiled as he came nearer the gorgeous woman. "You must be Mrs. Burnside, the lady who called," he said. "The dogs are out back, if you'll follow me..."
Stella followed the magnificently muscular young man out to the back of the lovely old house. The huge, dirt yard was partitioned into three separate areas, each complete with a running area and individual dog-houses for the animals in that section. Matt immediately led the fantastic-looking divorcee past a pair of beautiful Samoyeds and a family of three slender elegant Afghans to the largest area of the yard which was populated by German Shepherds of all sizes and descriptions.
"You said you wanted a guard dog?" Matt asked, when they had stopped by the gate in the fence.
"That's right," Stella nodded. "Since my husband left me, my daughter and I have had to move into an apartment, and, well, we just don't feel safe, all alone there," she confided, eyeing the handsome young man sideways. God, he sure was good-looking. Stella wondered how her daughter Jacqueline would take to a gorgeous guy like Matt Fields. It just might be worth it to invite him over for dinner or something, just to give it a try.
There was definitely something wrong with Jackie, Stella reflected. She hoped sincerely that her own stormy marriage to Phil Burnside hadn't been the cause of her eighteen year old daughter's unnatural fear of men. Since the divorce a year ago, the mother had devoted all her energy to helping her daughter adjust to their new life.
It wasn't that Jackie wasn't pretty! Lord no! Jackie Burnside was voted homecoming queen of her high school class last year, only she turned it down because she was too embarrassed to wear the revealing formal that the queen traditionally wore. The lovely, blonde teenager had the greatest pair of tits since Stella herself, but for some reason -- perhaps because of Phil's constant leering and crude remarks -- Jacqueline Burnside was ashamed of her body. Even though her father had been gone thirteen months already, the pretty blonde still hadn't fully adjusted to her own maturity, and now the black-haired mother was worried.
But, God, Matt looks like such a nice man! she said to herself. I wouldn't mid going to bed with him myself! Her eyes wandered to the faded worn crotch of his cut-offs, and she could just discern the outline of his sleeping penis. It seemed to bulge unconsciously out to the right, as if there wasn't room in his pants for both his balls and his cock, and the hot-blooded older woman gasped internally. Jesus, what he must look like with a hard-on!
Matt was nodding and smiling into her face, totally unaware of the scheming thoughts of the older woman. "I can see how you would feel safer with a dog," he said. Shit, she must have guys climbing in the windows with a body like hers! But he kept his private thoughts to himself, and let her into the large pen. "Most of these are two years old," he explained, "from the best litter Roxie here ever produced. We kept them all, instead of selling them as puppies, just so we could train them... These three males... King, Kaiser, and Klamath -- are your best bet." He snapped his fingers to three perfectly marked black and tan dogs, who came running to their master on signal. Matt continued to explain just exactly what the dogs were trained to do and what they were trained not to do, as Stella Burnside looked them over scrutinizingly.
She'd had a dog as child, back in Florida, but when her family had moved first to Los Angeles and then to Sacramento, their large boxer Fred had to be left behind. Since that time, and all through her ill-fated marriage, the woman hadn't even given a thought to owning a dog, and now, she didn't know quite what the was looking for.
All three German Shepherd brothers stood wagging their tails and looking up expectantly at their visitor. Their eyes shone brightly as if they knew inside that this female human held an exciting promise for one of them, and they were silently competing for the honor. King and Klamath nudged irritably at each other's shoulders, their long pink tongues drooling with anticipation. Kaiser, slightly bigger than the other two, stood apart, quivering at an angle to his litter-mates. His deep brown eyes watched intently Stella Burnside's every move, and when he sensed that she was going to lean down and pet someone, he lurched forward to make sure he would be that one.
"Oh, my..." the black-haired woman laughed. "You're a friendly boy, aren't you! Oh, my, yes!" She looked up at Matt, who was watching proudly from the gate. "Would a dog this friendly be any good as a watch dog?"
The athletic-looking young breeder smiled indulgently. "Oh, sure... Kaiser there is just the dog I was going to recommend for you. He's super with the ladies -- trained as a bodyguard!" He looked up insinuatingly. "But he's very cautious around men. Do you have any sons or... or... well, men around?"
Stella shook her head and pressed her still youthfully smooth cheek into the German Shepherd's face. She caught the suggestive tone of the dog breeder's question, but she figured that Kaiser wouldn't object to her own private guests. Why, if she decided to buy this lovable watchdog, then she could just keep her men friends out of his way. The whole purpose of having a job was to keep unwanted males away from her and her daughter's small, relatively inexpensive apartment.
It was actually more for Jackie's sake that Stella wanted to buy the dog anyway. After the divorce, the forty year old mother had had to go back to the job she had left nineteen years earlier, when she had married Phil. It wasn't the sort of work that was suited to a woman of her age, but her voluptuously preserved figure had persuaded the manager of the "Double-X Theater" that Stella was still capable of pulling in the customers. What she did was sell tickets in the all-glass booth out in front of the movie theater, her brief costume luring men in off the streets to view the X-rated pornographic films that were shown inside. The hours were late and awkward -- 2PM to midnight on weekdays, and 4PM until 2AM on weekends. Although she drove her 1969 Porsche, which she had won in the suit for divorce, to and from her job, Stella worried about leaving young Jacqueline alone in that apartment building. Anything could happen to the beautiful eighteen year old, and then she would be even more afraid of men than she was already!
As for herself, the concerned mother thought, just knowing that the dog was there at home would make her job that much easier. But she did hope that Kaiser's wariness of men wouldn't prevent her from having her own guests come in!
But how could she ask young Matt about that, without seeming to be some kind of dirty old lady hustler? Of course, in this particular case, she was peripherally interested in the handsome young dog breeder himself, but it wasn't always that way. The image of Stella Burnside as a cock-hustling slut was a conjecture of Phil Burnside's imagination and no one else's. It had been Phil who had imagined that all his old college buddies were after Stella's body, during the early years of their marriage. In fact, that was why, when Jackie was almost four, the Burnsides had broken ties with all their old friends, and bought a house in Carmichael, a suburb North of Sacramento.
Things had settled down for two or three years, and then Phil had begun imagining that Stella was seeing his neighbors, or fooling around with her friends' husbands. In the quiet, residential neighborhood where they lived, Stella Burnside was far and away the most gorgeous looking woman around, with her striking jet-black hair and her animated, perfectly featured face. That was not to mention the exaggerated hour-glass of her figure. Even after having Jackie, Stella had a smaller waist than a teenager, and her magnificent breasts were the whispered talk of Carmichael. She had long, shapely show-girl legs, flowing gracefully from her erotically curved hips and buttocks, and she always dressed to perfection, in clothes that showed off her assets nicely.
Any man in Phil's position as this incredible creature's husband would have been watchful, it's true. But Phil over-reacted. He took to locking Stella in the house all day while he was at work at the Board of Equalization, just to make sure that she didn't go out shopping where someone might see her and get ideas. Then, he began accusing her of sneaking around behind his back, meeting men he knew and men he merely imagined... And there was nothing the raven-haired mother could do about it!
When Jackie was twelve, and her young breasts were beginning to bud, Phil had taken an inordinate interest in his daughter's development, transferring some of his paranoia about his wife to the delicate blonde figure of his daughter. He'd drive Jackie to school, thereby missing an hour of work, and then he'd take a late lunch so he could bring her home, too. He imagined that the leering young adolescents in the junior high school where she went had only one purpose in life, and that was to get inside Jacqueline Burnside's sheer pink panties. No wonder the girl was afraid of men!
Finally, Phil had insisted that Jackie be enrolled in a girls' high school, which was where she attended tenth and eleventh grades. It was this forced near-imprisonment of her daughter three years ago that had pushed Stella herself over the edge. In all the sixteen years of her marriage up until then, she had been scrupulously faithful to her husband. She had never so much as looked at another man, even though she was ware of Phil's meandering. Once, he had even laid a sexy little secretary at an office party, while Stella was right in the next room! The black-haired beauty had gone to get a cigarette out of her purse, and as she passed the cloakroom door, she'd heard the unmistakable whisperings of her own husband, and she'd flung open the door to find him naked from the waist down, his long, thick penis sluicing in and out of the damp pink cunt of a young blonde secretary, a girl who couldn't have been must older than Jackie!
Stella had prudently refrained from making a scene at the party, and she even decided to let this one instance of Phil's infidelity pass, in the interest of preserving her family unity. But then there had been another occurrence, not two months later, when he had taken Stella and their daughter to dinner at one of the fancy restaurants downtown. The gorgeous mother and her pretty daughter had been excited by the chance to dress up, and Phil was in better spirits than he had been for some time.
Stella had even dared to hope that her husband was finally getting over this ridiculous jealousy and over-protectiveness, but as soon as they arrived at their reserved table, she had realized the reason for her husband's exuberance. Their waitress was a petite, well-built redhead, and the way she unashamedly fluttered her heavily made-up green eyelids at Phil Burnside could mean only one thing. And sure enough, after Phil had taken his wife and daughter home, he suddenly remembered that he had left his checkbook behind at the restaurant, and he drove all the way back into town to retrieve it. Stella didn't tell him that his checkbook was still in his jacket pocket when she hung it up for him after he went back to the restaurant.
But internally, that night marked the change for Stella Burnside. Jackie was miserable in the girls' school that was halfway across town, and the sensual mother could no longer pretend that her husbands' concern was just his male protective instinct. She began to go out with other men, when Jackie was sixteen, knowing that it would only be a matter of time before Phil found out. Mostly, her dates were daytime affairs, with men much younger than herself, because men who were her age were all working. A couple of times she had even made it with high school boys, all the time imagining how they would be perfect for her daughter Jackie.
It was also around then that Stella began to notice Jackie's strange reaction to men and even boys her own age. She got frequent phone calls from boys, and yet she almost never went out. Last year, when Phil had left, Stella transferred Jackie back to the public high school for her senior year, in the hopes that it would help the lovely blonde girl to adjust to the fact that she was an attractive female on the brink of womanhood who would have to learn to associate with members of the opposite sex. It was at the public high school that the beautiful daughter of Phil and Stella Burnside had been elected homecoming queen, only to turn down the honor.
When Jackie graduated from high school last June, Stella had dreams of sending her to college, where she would be able to meet scores of handsome, eligible men. But it had been too expensive for Stella to pay the fees and tuitions at the state colleges and universities, because although Phil was still liable for support payments a long as Jackie was in school, the reality of the matter was that little money came, and even it was irregular. That was when the gorgeous divorcee had moved with Jackie to a small apartment where all the utilities were paid, and that was when she herself had gone back to work.
Going back to work was what emphasized the need for some kind of protection, whether it be a man or dog. Jackie's schedule at American River Junior College, a tuition-free institution not far from the Burnsides' new apartment, was almost the exact opposite of Stella's work schedule. The young, perfectly proportioned blonde had classes from 8 in the morning until 3 in the afternoon, and often as much as five full days would go by when the mother and daughter wouldn't see each other at all!
And if Stella couldn't be around to look after Jackie, she at least wanted to have someone who could. A smart, loving German Shepherd who was trained as a watchdog and bodyguard would be the perfect companion.
The raven-haired beauty looked again into the dark intelligent eyes of the sleek two year old named Kaiser. A low grumbling vibration shook the large dog's chest, and Stella hugged his strong-muscled body close to hers, so she could feel the rumble through her ribs. Something told her that this puppy would be the one -- Kaiser was exactly the dog she and Jackie needed to have around.
She raised her eyes to the proudly watching young dog breeder. Matt was a veterinary student at Davis, the university campus near Sacramento, and he sincerely enjoyed the way his carefully-raised dogs seemed to charm their way into his customers' hearts. He'd been raising dogs for five years, since he was only sixteen, and he knew that dog breeding was exactly the right career for him.
"Yup," he said heartily. "I think Kaiser here is yours, Mrs. Burnside... I can tell he already adores you!" Not that any man alive wouldn't adore her, he thought to himself. A guy'd have to be blind or stupid to be unaware of what Stella Burnside has to offer!
Stella stood up and ran her hands down over the front of her lime green jacket, to smooth out the wrinkles. Her vivacious green eyes twinkled suggestively and she subconsciously lowered her eyelids as she slowly approached the young, t-shirt clad dog breeder. "How much will it be, Mr. Fields?" she asked, her voice a low, husky purr. "And how can I pay you?"
Matt Fields was flustered. Considering all the time and expense that it had taken to raise and train Kaiser from a puppy, his normal charge would have been $250, but something about the way the older woman was talking made him think she was making an alternate suggestion. But surely she's not... I mean... she looks too refined to be a... a... He couldn't bring himself to complete the thought, not in her striking overpowering presence. But what did she mean "How can I pay you?" if she wasn't thinking of an alternative to money? His young, finely sculpted face flushed slightly, and he felt his penis stirring in his cutoffs when he finally replied. "Kaiser is $250, ma'am... but... but..."
Stella's face fell. Two hundred and fifty dollars! That's two weeks' take-home pay! When she'd come out this morning with the intention of buying a good watch dog, she'd withdrawn all her money from the bank, thinking that it would surely cover the price of a dog. But all her money was just over $80, and she wouldn't even get paid again until Friday. "I-I'm sorry, Mr. Fields," she stammered, but her eyes were still glinting speculatively, "I didn't realize a dog would cost quite so much."
"He's purebred, Mrs. Burnside," Matt explained sheepishly, as if he was embarrassed about his asking price. But he knew that professional kennels could ask up to $500 for a trained German Shepherd puppy, and he only sold dogs as a hobby. "I have his papers in the house, and you get a week's supply of food, a regulation leash, and a free book on pet care..."
Stella nodded as he spoke. "Maybe I could pay on time...?" she suggested, almost as if it was a question. She was afraid that this young man was too innocent and inexperienced to realize what she was hinting at, and rather than take the direct approach and proposition him outright, she decided to be subtle, and let him suggest whatever he had in mind.
"Yes, yes, we could do that," Matt said quickly, pulling from his back pocket a squashed pack of cigarettes. It was the first time he had smoked since Stella had been here, and she was a little surprised to see a man so young lighting up a cigarette. Of course, he was a few years older than Jackie, the older woman reminded herself, and she had seen Jackie smoke on occasion, particularly when the blonde teenager was nervous. Maybe Matt Fields was nervous now, she reflected, and took advantage of the situation.
"Perhaps, Mr. Fields, I could get you tickets to the theater where I work -- the Double-X..."
The dark-haired student looked at her suspiciously. This check works in a porno theater? Christ! She really needs a dog, if she's not a fucking whore! His cock leaped up in his cut-offs, and he was sure that by now his erection was completely obvious to the older woman. Maybe she IS a whore! He looked at her scrutinizingly, his dark brown eyes examining her whole lithe body for some kind of subconscious clue as to her occupation. But to his surprise, the young student found none of the mannerisms that he associated with the prostitutes he and his college buddies had visited, not too far from where the Double-X Theater was located. Stella Burnside just stared back at him languidly, her green eyes flickering provocatively. Christ, what does she want? the dog breeder wondered. He didn't want to offend her... but at the same time, he wanted to make the sale.
"I... um, it's okay, Mrs. Burnside, about the tickets to the theater... I'll tell you what... Could you give me a down payment now, and then $25 a week until it's paid off? That way, well... you can take Kaiser with you now, and... and..." He didn't know what else to say; she had put him under some kind of spell. Just last week a man had been over trying to knock the price down on one of his Afghans, and Matt had refused. But something about Mrs. Burnside seemed to put him on the defensive, while at the same time, making him want to go all out to please her.
Wow! Some chicks really have what it takes... he thought as he went inside for Kaiser's papers and a bill of sale. He found himself wondering about Mrs. Burnside's daughter. Hadn't she said she lived alone with her daughter? Hell, she must be about thirty-five or forty, he mused, even though she's built like eighteen! So her daughter could be anywhere from ten to twenty, roughly... His brown eyes sparkled when he handed her the paper to sign. Stella Burnside would be coming to see him once a week to make the payments, and sometime, she might even bring this daughter she talked about. Hell, any girl with Stella Burnside for a mother would have to be built!
Matt grinned inwardly as he handed Stella Kaiser's leash, and helped her carry the food to the car. He'd be looking forward to next Friday all right -- that was for sure!
It was nearly three in the afternoon when the voluptuous divorcee led the eagerly exploring puppy up to the second floor of the apartment building that was to be his new home. At least the owners of the building permitted pets... They had to, because Stella had heard it rumored that they had four dogs of their own, even though they lived out in the suburbs and not in one of the apartments they operated. Now that the Burnsides had a dog, four out of the five families on the second floor had pets of some kind, and so far, the animals had caused no problems.
Jackie wasn't home from school yet, so Stella fixed herself a Scotch over and sat down to watch an afternoon game show. She took Kaiser off his leash, and let him wander around the one-bedroom apartment and small sun-deck that overlooked the swimming pool. Before she'd gone out this morning, Stella had bunched up some old blankets in one corner of the deck, intending to make a sort of bed for the dog, but Kaiser merely sniffed at the blankets and came inside to curl up on one end of the day-bed, which served as Jackie's bed at night.
Oh, well, Stella thought, he'll get used to sleeping in his own bed eventually...
She left the television set going, noiselessly, and went into the bedroom to take a nap. She'd slept only four hours last night as it was, and Jackie would surely be home soon, so she wouldn't sleep too long. She left a note on the refrigerator for her daughter, explaining Kaiser's presence, so Jackie wouldn't be alarmed at seeing a strange dog in the apartment.
But Stella must have been emotionally exhausted, because when her lovely blonde daughter did arrive, the older woman didn't even wake up to Kaiser's growls.
"Oh! Eeeee!" Jackie squealed upon opening the door. "Wh-what are you doing here?" She was addressing the dog, forgetting, for a moment, that it was her mother's day off and that she should be home somewhere. The tall, well-proportioned blonde shivered into the corner of the tiny kitchenette, bumping backwards into the refrigerator in her fright. Kaiser came toward her, wagging his tail happily as soon as he recognized the same scent he had picked up from the day-bed. Whoever this jittery female was, he knew that she belonged here just as much as the older woman did who had so recently bought him from his former master.
"Ugh, go away..." Jackie whispered fearfully, until she felt the refrigerator door handle with her elbow and whirled around to see the note. Her eyes widened and her face relaxed as the eighteen year old coed read what her mother had written. Then she looked back at the dog, noticing, for the first time, what a really spectacular animal he was, a perfect specimen of his breed. His markings were absolutely symmetrical, and his coat was shiny and sleek. His eyes were friendly and expressive, and all at once Jackie bent down to cuddle him.
"Ooooooh, there's a gooooood boy, Kaiser... I'm sorry I yelled at you, boy. I just hadn't met you yet, had I...? Good dog, Kaiser..."
The black and tan dog nuzzled up close to the sweet-smelling younger girl, reflecting, to himself, the similarity between this new human and the one who had retired to the other room. At the same time, he sensed that the blonde girl who was stroking him was young -- perhaps too young -- but there was a gentleness about her nature that the older woman didn't have. Instinctively, Kaiser knew that this female was more like him, for at two, he was still a lively, exuberant puppy. Impulsively, he thrust out his long pink tongue, running it along the inside of her wrist to show the affection he already felt for her.
"Ooooh, what a friendly dog you are!" Jackie cooed. She'd never had a pet, partially because her father hadn't liked animals that much, but she had always felt at ease around the dogs and cats that her girlfriends owned. Her native apprehensiveness prevented her from being the kind of person known as an animal lover, someone who goes around gushing over every dog or cat that comes along, but still, Jackie felt a kind of kinship with the animals she knew, and she could feel a kinship rapidly developing between herself and this new dog, Kaiser.
"Did Mother feed you yet, Kaiser?" she asked, noticing the huge bag of dry dog food on the kitchen sink. "Are you hungry?"
Kaiser merely wagged his tail and hung his tongue out as he followed the pretty new mistress toward the sink. It was till September, and Sacramento was warm this time of year, so it wasn't surprising that Jackie wore no hose, just a pair of sandals and a conservative, but alluring summer dress. The German Shepherd stroked his face across her bare calf, growling unconsciously with the silky soft smoothness of her tanned skin. Jackie twitched when his cold dog nose contacted her summer-warm leg, and she instinctively pulled her leg away.
"Oh, what are you doing, Kaiser?" she asked in annoyance. "My, God..."
Instead of moving away at her reprimand, the Shepherd nuzzled in closer, letting his tongue lap up her leg past her knee, his head insinuating itself up her dress!
The startled blonde girl dropped the dish she'd gotten down from the cupboard and jumped to the other side of the room. "Kaiser, no! NO! Did they train you to do that?" When she asked it, it was merely a rhetorical question, intended to make the animal feel guilty for his lack of prudence. But as soon as she heard her own words, she grabbed the note from her mother again.
"Kaiser is a watchdog and bodyguard," the note said, "and he's supposed to like women..."
"Like women?" Jackie repeated aloud. "Like women how?" As she looked down into the eyes of the dog that was watching her so intently, a cold shudder of apprehension gripped her. She stood absolutely still as the dog boldly approached her again, this time sticking his head right up the front of her dress, snaking his long dog tongue out to lap at the crotchband of her panties!
"Oh...! Oooooooh..." Jackie shivered. When she stepped forward, Kaiser stepped backward, his head still embedded between her trembling virgin thighs. When she stepped back, Kaiser stepped forward... He followed her that way all the way into the living room, where the blonde teenager sat down in front of the soundlessly flickering TV set, trembling at Kaiser's touch.
She didn't realize that the fact that the TV was on meant that her mother was home. She had gotten so used to Stella's being gone to work by the time she came home from the college, that it was always a surprise to walk in and find her mother here, puttering around the house or fixing dinner. Today, however, her mother was asleep, and to Jackie, she might as well have been at work.
"Oh, God, Kaiser... Oh, God, you can't do that..." Jacqueline was whispering to the friendly dog. "Didn't they teach you not to do that? Oh, God! How can I make you stop licking me?" Her big, blue-green eyes were dilated fearfully as she lay back on the cushions atop the mattress of the daybed. The eager German Shepherd puppy leapt up beside her, his nose still buried in her secret, forbidden loins as he slurped his tongue in and around the crotchband of her panties, tasting the faintly sweet flavor of her untried femininity.
Jackie had never felt a man touch her there before, let alone a dog! In fact, the only person who had ever stroked her warm sexual slit had been Jackie herself, during one of her infrequent, guilt-ridden masturbation sessions. She knew it was wrong to touch herself there, but sometimes she just had to do something, and her father's strictness had banished any other thoughts from her pretty, inexperienced young head.
But now, something totally unexpected was happening to the innocent teenager. She was feeling the flickers of arousal that she had felt when her own small fingers played between her vaginal lips, and as she looked down at the dog who was causing them, she could see his thickening red penis slipping ever-so-slightly out of its well-concealed sheath, the tiniest drop of semen appearing on its bright, gleaming tip. Kaiser knew what he wanted, but he had been carefully trained to please his master or mistress, and he was waiting for some kind of sign from the young girl that it was okay to go ahead.
Jackie, however, was too confused to give any clear signals of any kind. The sheer, unprepared for eroticism of the situation that had met her at home this afternoon was making her almost giddy, unable to think straight about what she should do. Surely this was wrong... to let a dog lap up between her legs. And yet... and yet it felt so good! Her father couldn't say she was a slut or a tramp -- she wasn't letting a man touch her private parts. Kaiser was just an animal, a mindless beast with no intention of harming her or degrading her. Oh, God, what can I do? What SHOULD I do?
She watched the handsome dog with forbidden eagerness, her eyes ablaze and a sheen of licentious saliva coating her naturally red lips. Every move the muscular animal made caused her knees to tremble, as she lay into the softness of her own little mattress with the huge German Shepherd at her side. Unimaginable sensations of frenetic lust stabbed into her up between her thighs, as she realized that Kaiser understood what he was doing to her. He was aware that his tongue was lapping dangerously close to her burning pussy slit, so moist that it was almost dripping into the damp crotchband of her panties.
"Aaaaaaahh..." Jackie sighed, as the beautiful darling's long thick tongue curled underneath her silken panties to slide wetly between the fervid, sensitive lips of her passionate virgin pussy. Before she knew what was happening, Kaiser's tongue had laved its way up to the mouth of her desire-inflamed vagina, drawing upward to encounter the mysterious electrical bud of her clitoris.
"Ooooooh, God... fan-taaasss-tic!" the teenager gurgled ecstatically. She pressed her fingers into his furry head as his lewdly nuzzling nose assaulted the most inner recesses of her secret being. Kaiser repeated his lingual caress, drawing gasps of wild, intoxicated pleasure from the innocent teenager, singeing her vulnerable young loins as she unconsciously pushed her whole pussy mound up to him. His deliciously lustful licking of her erotically steaming vagina was rapidly causing her to sink into an entirely unknown world of carnal bliss, driving her wild with the mind-bending sensations from his long, eager tongue.
Kaiser himself could hardly contain his excitement. The household near the center of town where he had spent both his two years of life had only been occupied by an occasional girlfriend of his master or his master's roommate. He'd had precious little chance to lick and suck the sweet human nectar he had so accidentally discovered that he liked, and somewhere back in his dog-brain, he had been looking forward to the time when he could actually embed his scarlet penis right between some human woman's legs. Usually, when he had gotten friendly with a woman who came to buy a dog, the woman's husband had jealously guided her away, and Kaiser had subconsciously developed a repugnance for human males, with the exception, of course, of his master and his master's roommate.
But now, this gorgeous blonde woman was completely alone, and there wasn't a trace of man-scent on her bed, a fact which made Kaiser ecstatic. He licked enthusiastically through the sparse blonde wisps of her pubic hair as she uncontrollably reached down with her own small hand to hold her panty crotch aside to afford him better access to her seething cunt. His blood raced hotly through his veins, and his pink dripping penis extended even further from its dark enclosure. The delicate scent of her rousing loin-spill, flowing outward from her virgin cunt filled his keen nostrils and made them flare. He stroked with increasing urgency and ardor the moistened, silky pink flesh between her sensuously spread thighs. His strong German Shepherd heart beat wildly at her fresh feminine odor, as she now moaned continuously in time to the long, swiping thrusts of his tongue.
"Oh, God, Kaiser... ooooohhhh, Godd...! It feels soooo good... It's so fantastic to feel your gorgeous tongue on my pussy, Kaiser... Oh, yes! OH, YESSSS!" She hissed through passion-clenched teeth, her eyes tightly shut, her neck muscles straining as her beautiful blonde head lolled back, rolling all of her long, cornsilk hair over her shoulders and back, sliding it sensuously over her firmly rounded teenage buttocks. A blue vein throbbed ardently in her temple as all of her healthy young being gave itself over to the sheer, exquisite joy of having her cunt lapped by an animal with such a marvelous instinctual understanding of the human female body.
"Just keep licking, boy... keep licking my pussy, you wonderful dog! Oooohhhmmmm... Oh, aaaahhh, I can't wait... I know I'm going to cum from your tongue, Kaiser... I can feel it... Oh, God, don't do anything but suck me there! Kkkeeeeep sucking... Lick me, darling!"
Every nerve ending in her body seemed to scream out for completion... completion in the form of her first, real, blinding orgasm!
Unconsciously she strained for it, forcing her young, seething pelvis right up into the black and tan dog's nose. Her naturally ruby lips bared back over her pearly white teeth, as she uttered guttural, animalistic growls from the depths of her diaphragm.
But then it stopped! The delicious, tantalizing, tormenting tongue-fucking stopped! The lewdly splayed out girl opened her clear turquoise eyes in agony, as Kaiser stood up on the day-bed, and perked up his sensitive ears. There was a noise coming from the bedroom... There was someone moving around on her mother's bed!
Jackie sat upright, fearfully pulling her dress back down over her lust moistened panties.
"Mother? Is that you?" she called bravely, in a quivering voice. Kaiser leapt down off the couch and trotted eagerly toward the closed door of the bedroom, his tail wagging proudly in the air. Oh, God, I should have known! It's Mother's day off!
CHAPTER TWO
"Jackie, darling, is that you?" Stella Burnside's sleepy-sounding voice called from the other room. Kaiser growled involuntarily at his new mistress's voice, and he thumped against the closed bedroom door with his tail. "Oh, yes!" the black-haired divorcee said suddenly, reminded of the new member of her family by the thumping of his wagging tail. "Jackie, have you met Kaiser? He's going to be our new daddy, aren't you Kaiser?"
The door to the single bedroom in the small apartment flung open, and the voluptuous mother appeared in a long, flamingo red dressing gown, the filmy material of which clung alluringly to her maturely rounded curves. She had let her jet black hair down for her short afternoon snooze, and now it hung in a long shining cape all the way down her back.
Jackie Burnside was blushing uncontrollably as her mother walked in. She realized fully that she had almost allowed herself to give in to the sinful carnal pleasures of the dog's lewd, sodomizing tongue sluicing up and down between her youthfully heated legs. And all the while her mother had been right there in the bedroom, perfectly able to hear every grunt and moan... every wail of rapturous desire. Oh, God, the girl groaned inwardly. How could I forget it was Mother's day off? She shook her head and dared not look up. And I almost let him do it! I almost let Kaiser lick... oh, God... I almost let him suck my pussy!
The blonde teenager automatically scooted over on the day-bed to make room for her mother to sit down beside her. She focused her clear, blue-green eyes on the silent TV set, pretending to be absorbed in the afternoon movie as her hands crept down to smooth her skirt down over her rumpled panties and trembling tanned thighs.
"How was school, honey?" the older woman said absently, sliding in beside her daughter. "I'm sorry I didn't wait until you got home before I went out to the breeder's, but I phoned him first, and he said he would be out this afternoon, or something... I think he's a student, too, just like you are..." She glanced sideways at the girl, her expression, as always, hopeful that something might spark the teenager's prurient interest.
"Oh...?" Jackie responded disinterestedly. "That's okay... I mean about not taking me with you. I'm sure I couldn't have picked out a better dog than Kaiser." She smiled calmly at the still eagerly quivering German Shepherd who had planted himself between the firmly curing calves of the two gorgeous women. Her small hand crept down to pat him lightly on the head, but the subtle pressure of her fingers behind his ears signaled something more than just familial affection for the newcomer.
"No, I don't think you could have," Stella answered, her green eyes fixed on her daughter's small hand on Kaiser's head. A tiny flickering hint of salaciousness flashed across the mother's mind, but she discarded it almost as soon as it occurred to her. Not Jackie, she thought. I've heard it about some women... but not my Jackie! But it would have been fun to meet the dog breeder, I think... Her whole face sparkled with anticipation as she introduced her favorite subject -- young men!
Jacqueline shuddered. She could tell already that her mother was going to launch into one of her "get-out-and-meet-some-boys" lectures. It always started the same way, with Stella telling her about this or that boy whom she had met recently. Then she'd go on about how nice he would look with Jackie, and how fantastic young men could make you feel. Recently -- especially since her father had left them -- Jackie's mother would even hint about sex, and intercourse! It made the poor teenager wince!
Stella sensed her daughter's reluctance to discuss the handsome young dog breeder, but she was determined to have her say anyway. Now that they had Kaiser for protection, there was no reason in the world for Jackie to continue her unnatural avoidance of all men. "Honestly, honey, he was the nicest young man! He had dark, wavy hair -- not too long, about to the bottom of his ears. And his eyes! God, darling, he just had the most fantastic dark brown eyes... I could just tell, looking at him, what a stunning couple you would make..."
"Oh Mother, stop it!" the eighteen-year-old said irritably. I've met the nicest man myself, she said to herself. A nice man dog... Her naturally cherry lips curled at the corners into a silent, private smile, as her fingers scratched again behind Kaiser's ears.
"Jackie, just hear me out!" Stella exclaimed, holding her ground. The ex-wife of Phil Burnside was a headstrong, iron-willed woman, and she fully intended to do exactly what she thought was best for her troubled young daughter. And anyway, the mother consoled herself, it wasn't as if she was trying to get Jackie to do anything. All she wanted to do was get the young girl to listen!
"Okay, Mother," the blonde girl replied sullenly. "But if you're going to try to fix me up with a date again..." She didn't finish the sentence. She didn't have to. Stella knew well enough what the pretty blonde teenager was referring to. It was that ill-fated blind date she had arranged for Jackie last summer.
Gary Starkoff was a football player who had graduated from high school in June, in the same class with Jackie. He'd taken a summer job in his father's stationery store, two doors down from the Double-X Theater, and like every other red-blooded man in the area, he had become immediately infatuated with the magnificently proportioned older woman who sold tickets in the glass booth out front. He'd invent excuses to walk by, and when the stationery store closed at five, he'd come over to talk to Stella between movies. A couple of times, she even gave him tickets to see an especially exciting feature, like the time Candy Knockers came to the stage in person.
Stella had never personally had anything to do with young Gary Starkoff, although Lord knows she would have liked to. He was one of those Eastern European broad-faced, husky types -- a strapping big boy with maturely broad shoulders and an endearing, almost innocent smile. His eyes were intense, cadet blue, his hair was sandy blonde-brown, and he lumbered around like a kindly bear.
One night, he had heard Stella answering the phone which was hooked up to the ticket booth, and he had gasped in disbelief when he heard her say into the receiver, "Yes, this is Mrs. Burnside..."
When she hung up, Gary croaked, "A-Are you Jacqueline Burnside's mother?" Around school, Jackie Burnside had a king of prudish, hands-off reputation, and Gary Starkoff couldn't believe that the open, friendly ticket-seller could possibly be related to the standoffish classy chick who had been his classmate. But as he looked again at the dark-haired mother in the glass booth, he recognized the fine proportions, the statuesque beauty, and superb curves of the blonde girl in his high school class. It was incredible.
"Why, yes, Gary, I am!" Stella had replied in a pleased tone. She lost no time in setting up a date for the young man and her daughter, thinking to herself that if any boy could get through to Jackie, charming young Gary Starkoff should be able to!
Gary had decided to take Jackie to a drive-in movie. The blonde teenager knew that her father would have flatly refused, but Stella was absolutely thrilled, and sent them off immediately.
At first, Jackie thought that Gary was polite and thoughtful, but early in the second feature, his hands began to wander sensuously over her firm, youthful curves, pausing suggestively over the large, rounded mounds of her nipple-peaked breasts. Unconsciously, the teenager's tiny pink nipples spiked up hard under Gary's fervent caresses through her tightly fitting sweater, and she shuddered convulsively with the unwanted, unexpected sensation.
"OOooooh..." Jackie moaned over the muffled sound of the movie. Gary had surreptitiously turned the volume down, so they couldn't really make out what was being said, but the hum of the sound track made a pleasant background to conversation for the teenager's encounter. Gary's experienced fingers found the hem-line of the young blonde girl's sweater, easing it up so he could stroke and massage the smooth tanned skin of her flat belly and slender, indented waist. Jackie groaned and squirmed away, knowing in her mind that what the just-graduated high school senior was doing to her was wrong and forbidden. But strangely, her body didn't seem to agree with her mind's conclusions, and she found herself leaning toward the football player's strong-muscled chest while he continued to run his hands over her tingling virginal flesh.
When the dusty-blond boy's face zoomed in close to hers, so close that she could feel the hot rasps of his breath, Jackie could hardly force herself to turn away! Every fiber of her young, inexperienced being was tense and taut with anticipation, and she arched her neck so that her full, ruby red lips were parted sensuously just below Gary's freshly shaved chin, and she didn't even resist when he clamped his hot mouth down over hers. His long, wet tongue shot lewdly between her surprised lips, and his cheeks suctioned voraciously until she thought that her whole mouth would slide right down his throat!
The excited, youthful athlete held the kiss for what seemed like hours and his hands grasped firmly the thin jersey of Jackie's light sweater, yanking it roughly up over her shoulders until it encircled her neck like a bulky, bunched up necklace. His big, roughly calloused hands were at her bra hook immediately, groping frantically to release her full female mounds from the confines of the skimpy white brassiere her mother had bought for her deliberately. It was only then that Jackie's turquoise eyes flew open in dismay, and she jerked against the youth's firm body.
"Mmmm... MMMMPH!" she sputtered into his hotly clasping mouth. "Oh!" she gasped, pushing against him with both hands to free herself from his intense, dangerous grip. "Gary, don't... Oh, God, please I..."
The young football player grinned menacingly as Jackie looked down and saw that her upper torso was almost naked. Her slinky blue sweater was bunched up around her neck and her brassiere was hanging precariously from the heaving fleshy orbs of her lushly ripened breasts, threatening to fall off completely as soon as the last hook was loosened. Instinctively, her small hands flew up to cover her virginal exposure and pull her sweater down, but the sudden movement only served to release the last tiny hook-and-eye of her bra clasp.
"Oooooooh... Ooooo nnnooo," she wailed shamefully, as the filmy garment fell to the car seat, revealing the painfully distended melons of her breasts to the young boy's lustful gaze.
"Jesus Christ!" Gary sputtered. His cock was growing impossibly inside his jeans, and he yanked his fly zipped down desperately when his eyes first caught the sight of Stella Burnside's daughter's firmly mounding breasts. To himself he remarked, I bet they're as big as her old lady's tits! In his comparatively vast experience, the hot-blooded high school football player had seen a lot of girl's tits -- and, yes, even some grown woman's adult breasts, too -- but never before had he laid eyes on quite so fine a pair as Jackie Burnside's. He released his blood-filled cock from the confines of his pants and began stroking it automatically, skinning back the thick foreskin to expose the shiny, purpling head.
Jackie gasped again when she saw what her companion was doing. She tried to pull her sweater down again, but she was trembling so badly in her apprehension that she succeeded only in half-covering her body, and one heaving breast still protruded lusciously from under the bunched up blue sweater. Her eyes were riveted uncontrollably on the youth's hugely blood-engorged penis, and she recoiled fearfully when he took it in one palm and shook it at her.
"You like my old cock?" Gary rasped lewdly. "You want to taste my head... or would you rather I stuck it up your tight little cunt?"
His obscenely crude words made the innocent young girl wince, but deep inside her belly, she felt a strange lurching of arousal, almost as if her body was responding of its own volition to what the young boy was saying and doing. Aloud, Jackie said nothing -- she was speechless in her aroused confusion, but her mind whirled insanely. Oh, God, did Mother know he was going to do this? What did she think I would do? Oh, God! What would Daddy think? I just can't let this happen! I can't... but... but what can I do?
"Come on, baby," the youth prompted her, gaining boldness with his increased arousal. He could feel his whole pelvis beginning to rock with the rhythm of his own masturbating strokes, and the nearness of the beautiful, inaccessible teenaged blonde was almost making him cum. Christ, he had to stick it to her! He longed to tear that short summer skirt off her slender rounded hips and am his throbbing erection right up her pussy, but he knew that it would take too long. His eyes rested on the frightened young girl's mouth, and he hunched his hips up off the car seat as he pulled her shoulders toward him with his free hand. "Oooooh, shit, Jackie! You've just got to suck my cock! My balls are aching like hell!"
The blonde girl jerked back, as her breasts swayed crazily over Gary's muscular chest. "Oh, n-noo! I-I couldn't!"
"Jesus Christ, girl!" the young boy sputtered angrily. He reached up under her skirt and yanked down the wispy thin nylon panties from her hips and buttocks, not even stopping when he heard them tear with his hasty carelessness. His thick, masculine fingers were working at the softly fuzzy mound of her young pubis, and Jackie moaned and groaned in a combination of forbidden arousal and irrational fear. It wasn't long before Gary's invading fingers were playing at the involuntarily moistening lips of her virginal cunt, separating them teasingly and tickling up between their soft, coraline dampness.
"Oooooaaaaah," Jackie shivered, letting her body slide down on the seat so that Gary could better reach her twitching, tingling pussy flesh. Her mind was totally numbed by the ecstatic, electric sensations that seemed to be coursing through her body, and she could feel herself slowly slipping into the bottomless abyss of forbidden, lewd pleasure, that was sure to lead to her ultimate downfall.
But suddenly, there was a blaring of trumpets from the speaker that still hung forgotten over the car window, announcing the intermission. One after another, several lights flickered on to guide movie-goers to the snack bar or the exits, and Gary Starkoff looked up in annoyance.
"Well, fucking hell!" he growled. "You God-damned little prick-teaser! You knew the show was almost over, didn't you?" he asked accusingly. "You fucking well knew that all you had to do was stall around like some kind of damn virgin and then you could leave me with a fucking hard-on..." His deep blue eyes flashed angrily, and he started the car engine even before Jackie had a chance to retrieve her discarded garments.
There were tears in her eyes as Gary sped toward her home, and her poor, unaccustomed cunt was twitching involuntarily in unsatiated anticipation. She had never known that such intense need could exist between her own two legs, and for the moment, she was almost ready to accept her mother's contention that sex was what made the world go around. But as the unfulfilled and angry youth neared the apartment that Jackie and her mother had rented, the blonde teenaged girl suddenly felt relieved, as she realized just how near she had come to giving up her chaste status to a boy who was really more a friend of her mother's than her own.
"God, that was close!" she thought to herself that night, as she fingered herself to orgasm in the living room before her mother got home from work. She tried to imagine that her small thin fingers were Gary's huge round ones -- or perhaps even his cock, which she had gotten a glimpse of in all its full, erected glory in the darkness of the car. For the first time that night, Jackie remembered dreaming about a boy -- as her sleep-visions were filled with huge, blood-engorged penises.
Now, nearly two months later, Jackie still couldn't forgive her mother for causing her such confusing, frustrating embarrassment as she had inadvertantly caused by arranging the date with young Gary Starkoff.
"Oh, darling... Gary just wasn't very mature... But Matt Fields is the most charming and polite young man. I'm sure he's a student -- and he has his own little dog breeding business. I'm not trying to make you marry him or anything, you know... I'm just asking you to meet him!"
"Oh, Mother, I know!" Jackie sighed with a wan little smile. But inwardly, she was thinking, If he wanted to meet me he would meet me himself... and Mother wouldn't have to go around trying to catch him for me! It always made her a little bit jealous instinctively whenever she realized that probably all the boys her mother brought home ostensibly for her would actually prefer the older woman. It had been that way with Gary Starkoff, anyway, for after the ill-fated "date" with Jackie Burnside, he had made several deliberate passes at Stella, going so far as obtaining a fake ID so that he could take her to a bar one night after she got off work. The black-haired mother had fended off the younger boy's passes for the sake of her daughter, but the knowledge was still there. Men just like Mom better! Jackie thought defensively. So there's no point in me going out with Mother's friends! Besides, she thought consolingly, as her eyes wandered back to the strong, eager German Shepherd, I have another friend now anyway!
"Okay, Jackie..." Stella said with a tone of finality. "I won't make you meet him, but I just might invite him over sometime..." Her catlike green eyes glinted speculatively, as she recalled the deliberate arrangement she had made with the dark-haired dog breeder to pay once a week for the gorgeous young dog. Surely Matt wouldn't mind coming to the apartment sometime, to pick up the payment! And this Friday was as good a time as any...
It was easier to arrange than even the shrewdly conniving divorcee imagined. On Thursday evening, she saw Matt Fields while she was working at the Double-X!
"Hey, Mrs. Burnside!" he called jovially from the other side of the street. She still actually did sell tickets to the hottest sex theater in town! He ran across the street to greet her.
"Why, hello, Matt," she said softly, her lovely mouth curving into a smile. It was in the middle of a movie, so there were no men gathered around the theater the way there usually were. The curvaceous black-haired mother stepped daintily out from the glass booth for a moment, to let the younger man feel her heady presence in her brief, revealing working costume. "I was just thinking about you," she added soberly.
The curly-haired dog breeder's eyes lit up. "You were?" he asked, his voice betraying his excitement. He could feel his heart beginning to pound and his penis stirred restlessly in his pants. Christ, this dame was something else!
"Yes," Stella responded. "It's about tomorrow... You see, I get paid tomorrow, but I also have to work until two in the morning, so... Well, I think you would have to go to my apartment and pick the money up from my daughter... She'll cash my check at the bank for me and then she can pay you..."
"Oh... is that all?" Matt replied a little sadly. He did wonder briefly what Mrs. Burnside's daughter would be like, but he couldn't conceal his disappointment that he wouldn't have the opportunity of meeting the older woman alone. She had that magnetic, sexual quality about her that boys Matt's age hardly knew about, except by watching old movies. Most women Matt's age were more independent and practical, having lost that seductive aura that Mrs. Burnside displayed so voluptuously.
Stella looked up at him through the corners of her eyes. Her maturely alert ears had picked up the tone of regret in the young man's voice, and for an instant she thought to herself. God, he's so young and virile... If it wasn't for Jackie, I'd take him myself! She glanced into the glass booth and looked at the clock. It was almost eight, and the second film didn't start until 9:15. Normally, the voluptuous ticket-seller took her dinner break in the theater office inside, but... Oh what the hell! I might as well go out to "dinner"!
She smiled at the brown-eyed young man who had sold her the dog. "Tell you what, Matt," she said, "I get off in a few minutes for dinner... Would you like to share it with me?"
"Shit, yes," the college student burst out, before he knew what he was saying. It didn't matter that there were very few reasonable restaurants in this part of town, or that he had just eaten dinner himself. The chance to be alone with Stella Burnside was absolutely overpowering, and like tens of young men before him, Matt Fields was reeling mentally with the forbidden possibilities.
Stella was a light eater, and bought an apple and a Scotch-and-soda from the proprietor of a bar next door to the Double-X. Then she led young Matt up the back staircase of the dark, dingy theater, to a small, partitioned off cloak room, which was labeled, "Female Employees Only".
"This is the woman's lounge," Stella said wryly with a little smile, "but at the moment, Ginger and I are the only women employed by the Double-X, so when I'm here, it's mine, and when she's here, it's her's..." She hung up her light summer coat and sat down beside her guest on the low, hard couch.
Through the thin, plaster-board partition, Matt could hear the muffled sounds of the movie filtering in through the thick smoke of the theater.
"Aaaaaah," a woman's voice was purring, "It's sooooo biiiiggg!"
Matt looked up at his hostess with a lewd twinkle in his eyes. He made no secret of his huge hard-on anymore, and he even boldly loosened his pants to give himself room to breathe. Stella planted her sensual, heavily-scented body only a hair's breath from his firm-muscled thigh, and his whole body twitched with her nearness.
"Aaaauugggh... Jeeeesus!" a male voice groaned from the theater. "Uuuggghh... uuuunnnhhh..."
Stella smiled again. "I bet you'd like to see the movie, wouldn't you?" she whispered.
Matt gulped, and grunted, "I can think of something I'd rather see!" His eyes fastened on the low-cut neckline of her brief costume, and his mind tore away the obscenely arousing garment.
"Oh?" the seductress prompted, arching her back so her huge breasts were thrust even further forward, looking as if they were going to burst right out of her shimmering red hostess dress.
"Yes!" the college man growled, and his big, masculine hands groped forward uncontrollably, dipping into that deep vee and grasping tightly to both her gigantic, firmly fleshed female mounds. "I'd like to get a load of your fantastic tits!" He roughly pulled them out of the tight-fitting bodice of her costume, lunging forward with his head to suck first one taut brown nipple and then the other. His hands dug into the soft white flesh of each quivering breast, pulling them up and all the way out of the alluring red outfit.
"Oh, my! Matt!" Stella squealed in amazement. It wasn't that she was shocked or surprised by his sudden aggression, but she hadn't exactly been prepared for it. Usually, when she was dealing with a young man, it was Stella herself who had to take the initiative. But this dark-haired dog breeder seemed to know more than he was letting on, and the gorgeous divorcee was instantly admiring. God, it's a good thing I didn't send him home to Jackie, she thought to herself. He'd have scared her off for sure!
Stella reached back and let down the short zipper that held her skimpy dress together, to subtly help the dog breeder with his arduous task. Her huge breasts swayed and bobbed with their mutual effort, and she knew that they were enough to give Matt -- or any other man -- a hard-on with precious little else required. Her long, shining black hair assisted the opulence of her full, perfectly proportioned contours. Although she was massively build au balcon Stella Burnside had the tiniest, girlish waist which flared outward into a full firm pair of hips that were just made for bedroom games. If Phil hadn't been so preoccupied with "protecting" his former wife, perhaps he might have had time for some of those bedroom games himself. But as it was, young men doted on her motherly proportions every bit as much as she adored their hard young muscles, and the voluptuous divorcee often remarked on the good fortune she had had to be free while she was still enticing enough to enjoy it!
Matt began reflexively stroking himself, his young mouth hanging open. The grunts and groans from the movie screen were still filtering into the small, makeshift cloak room, and combined with the sight of the most magnificent female body he had ever seen, the obscene love-sounds were enough to make his balls ache.
"Oh, Jesus God!" the curly-haired student mumbled, his mouth capturing one luscious breast again as his eyes feasted on the sight of her nakedly wispy cuntal vee. By looking down through the corners of his eyes, he could see the thinly lipped little slit of the older woman's vagina, moistening slightly with her shimmery liquid secretion.
The gorgeous theater ticket-seller was completely naked, now, although in all honesty, Matt couldn't see how she had managed to shed her clothes so fast. His hands were all over her as her body strained and worked while he rubbed her buttocks in teasing little circles, gently pressing apart the two full white moons as he moved his fingers upward to the tiny puckered circle of her tightly clenched anus. He pulled her whole body almost on top of his, as he worked his hand up into the satin-like softness until his fingers came in hot wet contact with the soft dark curls of her pubic hair that was already slick with the juices of her rising desire.
Her slim, perfectly-shaped hand slid down now, between their half-reclining bodies, to grasp the fully distended length of his thick, throbbing penis. Her experienced fingers wrapped sensuously around its girth and began to stroke slowly in teasing, tightening strokes, causing his firm young buttocks to jerk spasmodically with the sensation. Her brain reeled at the massive energy that she knew was contained in this enthusiastic student's genitals. She had to have it! She had to taste...
Abruptly, she bent her head, and Matt pushed against the back of her shining black hair to position her eagerly lustful face. He felt her huge breasts smashing out along the firm length of his muscular torso, as he placed both hands behind her head, pushing her face toward his wildly palpitating cock. Then he groaned as the softly lipsticked surfaces of her mouth brushed against the sensitive head of his penis. Her lips opened limply and her head inclined downward. Suddenly Matt's heart raced with anticipated delight. The tight rounded ovals of lipstick-mouth enclosed snugly over the tightly stretched outer skin of his cock and he groaned and lay his head back in the meager cushions of the couch.
The older woman's hotly working tongue began swirling around his aching cock and almost made it boil over with cum right from the beginning. Her lips were soft and smooth like saliva-moistened pillows of flesh as they clasped tightly in a snug, elastic-like ring over his burning rod of desire-hardened flesh. He could feel her lips above him, a sort of pained intensity moving down his penis and taking as much of it into her throat as she could. She seemingly surrounded him with the hot moist warmth of her saliva and the tender inner flesh of her tongue. He pressed his hands on either side of her hollowing cheeks, pressing inward to draw her slick inner cheeks even tighter around his hardness.
The moist nibbling pressure grew in his overheated balls as her tongue licked and curled on his cock. It seemed as if all the burning hunger in the older woman's pussy was now concentrated in the furnace of her mouth. Matt groaned incoherently with the intense sounds of the movie on the other side of the thin dividing wall. He wanted this beautiful, black-haired woman to make him cum and he wanted her to swallow it deep down in her lovely belly as his hardened flesh slid more slickly thr
Keys: animal pet inc xxx porn
Born To Be A Slut
I am a slut, I think I was born a slut, my first sexual
encounter came when I was twelve and was baby sitting
my neighbors two year old. It was time for his bath and
then I was supposed to put him to bed. I bathed him
like I always did, which was
..continue reading I had always fantasized about getting caught masturbating
I had always fantasized about getting caught
masturbating. Something about it really turns
me on. A few times I know of, I have been
watched, but never straight up caught, until
now. Tonight my fantasy was to come true, but a
little differently
..continue reading Mother disciplines daughter in restaurant restroom
Living in a small town had its benefits, of course. No
smog, no traffic, a comfortable cost of living, and a
sense of community in which neighbors looked after one
another. On the other hand, 14-year-old Cynthia, often
thought, this small town cr
..continue reading My cocksucker girlfriend
I simply walked into my apartment and handed the bag to my girlfriend and sit on the other chair across from hers and eat my salad quietly as the noise of the television filters through the otherwise silent room. I silently watch her eat as she stare
..continue reading Brothers Birthday Party
My brother was having his birthday party at his cabin and all my brothers and sisters came with their spouses, but without any children at my sister’s request. I have four brothers and three sisters. The eight men were all out back throwing horsesh
..continue reading Western porn stories
Henry was on his horse and everything was perfect. The sun was shining. The harvest was bountiful. The women swarmed him. And most of all, the hacienda was more successful than it has ever been. As he was making his rounds, checking to see if the wor
..continue reading