Chapter 2

"Jackie, darling, is that you?" Stella Burnside's sleepy-sounding voice called from the other room. Kaiser growled involuntarily at his new mistress's voice, and he thumped against the closed bedroom door with his tail. "Oh, yes!" the black-haired divorcee said suddenly, reminded of the new member of her family by the thumping of his wagging tail. "Jackie, have you met Kaiser? He's going to be our new Daddy, aren't you Kaiser?"

The door to the single bedroom in the small apartment flung open, and the voluptuous mother appeared in a long, flamingo red dressing gown, the filmy material of which clung alluringly to her maturely rounded curves. She had let her jet black hair down for her short afternoon snooze, and now it hung in a long shining cape all the way down her back.

Jackie Burnside was blushing uncontrollably as her mother walked in. She realized fully that she had almost allowed herself to give in to the sinful carnal pleasures of the dog's lewd, sodomizing tongue sluicing up and down between her youthfully heated legs. And all the while her mother had been right there in the bedroom, perfectly able to hear every grunt and moan... every wail of rapturous desire. Oh, God, the girl groaned inwardly. How could I forget it was Mother's day off? She shook her head and dared not look up. And I almost let him do it! I almost let Kaiser lick... oh, God... I almost let him suck my pussy!

The blonde teenager automatically scooted over on the day-bed to make room for her mother to sit down beside her. She focused her clear, blue- green eyes on the silent TV set, pretending to be absorbed in the afternoon movie as her hands crept down to smooth her skirt down over her rumpled panties and trembling tanned thighs.

"How was school, honey?" the older woman said absently, sliding in beside her daughter. "I'm sorry I didn't wait until you got home before I went out to the breeder's, but I phoned him first, and he said he would be out this afternoon, or something... I think he's a student, too, just like you are..." She glanced sideways at the girl, her expression, as always, hopeful that something might spark the teenager's prurient interest.

"Oh --?" Jackie responded disinterestedly. "That's okay... I mean about not taking me with you. I'm sure I couldn't have picked out a better dog than Kaiser." She smiled calmly at the still eagerly quivering German Shepherd who had planted himself between the firmly curing calves of the two gorgeous women. Her small hand crept down to pat him lightly on the head, but the subtle pressure of her fingers behind his ears signaled something more than just familial affection for the newcomer.

"No, I don't think you could have," Stella answered, her green eyes fixed on her daughter's small hand on Kaiser's head. A tiny flickering hint of salaciousness flashed across the mother's mind, but she discarded it almost as soon as it occurred to her. Not Jackie, she thought. I've heard it about some women... but not my Jackie! But it would have been fun to meet the dog breeder, I think..." Her whole face sparkled with anticipation as she introduced her favorite subject -- young men!

Jacqueline shuddered. She could tell already that her mother was going to launch into one of her "get-out-and-meet-some-boys" lectures. It always started the same way, with Stella telling her about this or that boy whom she had met recently. Then she'd go on about how nice he would look with Jackie, and how fantastic young men could make you feel. Recently -- especially since her father had left them -- Jackie's mother would even hint about sex, and intercourse! It made the poor teenager wince!

Stella sensed her daughter's reluctance to discuss the handsome young dog breeder, but she was determined to have her say anyway. Now that they had Kaiser for protection, there was no reason in the world for Jackie to continue her unnatural avoidance of all men. "Honestly, honey, he was the nicest young man! He had dark, wavy hair -- not too long, about to the bottom of his ears. And his eyes! God, darling, he just had the most fantastic dark brown eyes... I could just tell, looking at him, what a stunning couple you would make..."

"Oh mother, stop it!" the eighteen-year-old said irritably. I've met the nicest man myself, she said to herself. A nice man dog... Her naturally cherry lips curled at the corners into a silent, private smile, as her fingers scratched again behind Kaiser's ears.

"Jackie, just hear me out!" Stella exclaimed, holding her ground. The ex-wife of Phil Burnside was a headstrong, iron-willed woman, and she fully intended to do exactly what she thought was best for her troubled young daughter. And anyway, the mother consoled herself, it wasn't as if she was trying to get Jackie to do anything. All she wanted to do was get the young girl to listen!

"Okay, Mother," the blonde girl replied sullenly. "But if you're going to try to fix me up with a date again..." She didn't finish the sentence. She didn't have to. Stella knew well enough what the pretty blonde teenager was referring to. It was that ill-fated blind date she had arranged for Jackie last summer.

Gary Starkoff was a football player who had graduated from high school in June, in the same class with Jackie. He'd taken a summer job in his father's stationery store, two doors down from the Double-X Theater, and like every other red-blooded man in the area, he had become immediately infatuated with the magnificently proportioned older woman who sold tickets in the glass booth out front. He'd invent excuses to walk by, and when the stationery store closed at five, he'd come over to talk to Stella between movies. A couple of times, she even gave him tickets to see an especially exciting feature, like the time Candy Knockers came to the stage in person.

Stella had never personally had anything to do with young Gary Starkoff, although Lord knows she would have liked to. He was one of those Eastern European broad-faced, husky types -- a strapping big boy with maturely broad shoulders and an endearing, almost innocent smile. His eyes were intense, cadet blue, his hair was sandy blonde-brown, and he lumbered around like a kindly bear.

One night, he had heard Stella answering the phone which was hooked up to the ticket booth, and he had gasped in disbelief when he heard her say into the receiver, "Yes, this is Mrs. Burnside..."

When she hung up, Gary croaked, "A-Are you Jacqueline Burnside's mother?" Around school, Jackie Burnside had a king of prudish, hands-off reputation, and Gary Starkoff couldn't believe that the open, friendly ticket-seller could possibly be related to the standoffish classy chick who had been his classmate. But as he looked again at the dark-haired mother in the glass booth, he recognized the fine proportions, the statuesque beauty, and superb curves of the blonde girl in his high school class. It was incredible.

"Why, yes, Gary, I am!" Stella had replied in a pleased tone. She lost no time in setting up a date for the young man and her daughter, thinking to herself that if any boy could get through to Jackie, charming young Gary Starkoff should be able to!

Gary had decided to take Jackie to a drive-in movie. The blonde teenager knew that her father would have flatly refused, but Stella was absolutely thrilled, and sent them off immediately.

At first, Jackie thought that Gary was polite and thoughtful, but early in the second feature, his hands began to wander sensuously over her firm, youthful curves, pausing suggestively over the large, rounded mounds of her nipple-peaked breasts. Unconsciously, the teenager's tiny pink nipples spiked up hard under Gary's fervent caresses through her tightly fitting sweater, and she shuddered convulsively with the unwanted, unexpected sensation.

"OOooooh..." Jackie moaned over the muffled sound of the movie. Gary had surreptitiously turned the volume down, so they couldn't really make out what was being said, but the hum of the sound track made a pleasant background to conversation for the teenager's encounter. Gary's experienced fingers found the hem-line of the young blonde girl's sweater, easing it up so he could stroke and massage the smooth tanned skin of her flat belly and slender, indented waist. Jackie groaned and squirmed away, knowing in her mind that what the just-graduated high school senior was doing to her was wrong and forbidden. But strangely, her body didn't seem to agree with her mind's conclusions, and she found herself leaning toward the football player's strong-muscled chest while he continued to run his hands over her tingling virginal flesh.

When the dusty-blond boy's face zoomed in close to hers, so close that she could feel the hot rasps of his breath, Jackie could hardly force herself to turn away! Every fiber of her young, inexperienced being was tense and taut with anticipation, and she arched her neck so that her full, ruby red lips were parted sensuously just below Gary's freshly shaved chin, and she didn't even resist when he clamped his hot mouth down over hers. His long, wet tongue shot lewdly between her surprised lips, and his cheeks suctioned voraciously until she thought that her whole mouth would slide right down his throat!

The excited, youthful athlete held the kiss for what seemed like hours and his hands grasped firmly the thin jersey of Jackie's light sweater, yanking it roughly up over her shoulders until it encircled her neck like a bulky, bunched up necklace. His big, roughly calloused hands were at her bra hook immediately, groping frantically to release her full female mounds from the confines of the skimpy white brassiere her mother had bought for her deliberately. It was only then that Jackies turquoise eyes flew open in dismay, and she jerked against the youths 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, dont... 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 boys 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 Burnsides daughters firmly mounding breasts. To himself he remarked, I bet theyre as big as her old ladys tits! In his comparatively vast experience, the hot-blooded high school football player had seen a lot of girls tits -- and, yes, even some grown womans adult breasts, too -- but never before had he laid eyes on quite so fine a pair as Jackie Burnsides. 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 youths 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 girls 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! Youve just got to suck my cock! My balls are aching like hell!"

The blonde girl jerked back, as her breasts swayed crazily over Garys muscular chest. "Oh, n-noo! I-I couldnt!"

"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 wasnt long before Garys 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, didnt 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 mothers 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.