Chapter 6

The lights in the Double-X Theater flickered on uncertainly at the end of the passionate full-length film. The three squinty-eyed young college students sat numbed for several seconds, the same thought flashing through their minds. They had all actually seen young Cecilia LaFruta in person, before the movie had begun... They had seen the girl who let herself be ass-fucked by a dog!

What was that dainty but voluptuously proportioned teenager doing now? Had she brought the German Shepherd with her from Argentina? Were they both backstage now, perhaps in a position equally as compromising as the one in the film? God!

As Jackie slowly looked around her, she saw that many of the other members of the audience were still sitting frozen, mesmerized by the salacious movie they had just viewed. Some had that dazed, drugged look in their eyes, as though their minds were still back in the cage-like dressing room where Cecilia had performed in the film, with the huge furry dog fucking into her backside while she knelt subserviently before him.

The blonde coed shuddered and sat up rigidly, smoothing her clinging skirt down over her unconsciously trembling thighs. Her own clear blue eyes were dilated widely with private lust, for during the film, Matt had subtly worked his fingers all the way up to her crotchband! A few times, he stretched the elastic of the leg-holes of her panties, so he could slip his big, masculine fingers into the steaming valley of her so recently initiated pussy slit. It had been all right when the theater was darkened -- Jackie had to admit that having Matt's fingers playing on her sensitive erogenous flesh was the only way she would have been able to sit through the entire erotic foreign film. Now, however, with Greg Sullivan and all the other people in the audience able to see what had been going on, Jackie's former modesty returned in an embarrassed rush, and she tried to sit up normally and deny the hot arousal of her young genitals.

"Well, what did you think of the movie?" It was Matt who spoke, breaking the heavy silence among the three youths.

Greg nodded in vague response, gulping in relief that he had had time to slip his deflated cock back into his jockey shorts and zip the fly of his brushed denim pants. "Yeah, it was far out," he said, but privately he added, And Mrs. Burnside is even more far out than the flick!

"Those German Shepherds are really lover boys when they get started, aren't they," Matt continued, this time turning his gaze to Jackie. "I know; I've raised a lot of dogs... and I could just tell that some of these bigger animals got all hot whenever they got near a woman." He stared hard at the teenaged daughter of his voluptuous customer, his deep brown eyes seeming to pierce right through her consciousness to her innermost guilty thoughts.

Jackie began to blush uncontrollably. Does he know? Does he know what I did with Kaiser last night? Her first agonizing thought was followed immediately by another, even more insidious one. Did Matt deliberately train Kaiser to do that? Oh, God, don't let it be true! What if I've been... TRICKED by this friend of Mother's? And even as the first suspicion of betrayal crossed the young blonde's quick-witt, she realized that if there had been any underhandedness concerning her strangely sodomizing affair with the handsome German Shepherd, then her own dear mother Stella Burnside would have had a hand in it.

Oh, my God! Mother deliberately planned this whole thing... She figured it all out right down to the movie, just to make me give in!

Her young head spinning with thoughts of revenge, renewed apprehension about her two attractive companions, and a certain amount of unsatisfied arousal, Jackie forced herself to stand up. Her voice was stiff and formal; "There's another show in a few minutes, you guys, so we better clear the theater..."

Greg looked up in surprise. "What's wrong, Jackie?"

"Nothing... but I think I better get home..."

"Home?" Matt repeated incredulously. "I thought you'd come with us for a while!" He grasped the girl's arm as all three of them made their way through the throng at the theater exit. As they passed the glass booth where Stella was busily taking money and handing out theater tickets, Matt stopped and went over to talk to her.

"All right if we take your daughter out tonight, Mrs. Burnside?" he asked in a friendly way.

Black haired Stella smiled her assent.

The three young college students were still out when the voluptuous divorcee quietly opened the front door to her apartment. She didn't really expect to find them there, but it was well after 2AM, and it wasn't like Jackie to stay out quite this late. Still, for the hot-blooded mother, the girl's absence was an encouraging sign, and Stella began to hum softly as she hung up her light summer coat and began to undo her short costume.

Kaiser growled involuntarily as he awoke from his pleasant nap on young Jackie's musky-scented bed. He climbed down onto the floor and followed his new mistress' humming voice into the kitchen, nuzzling up against her silk-stocking-clad legs and licking playfully at the flesh of her firmly-sculpted thighs. All that the gorgeous older woman wore was her underwear, a black lacy decollette brassiere, shadowy black nylon panties, and a brief but ruffled garter belt that held up her long, smooth stockings.

The young dog had never seen real women's underthings before, because most of the females he had known at Fields' Breeders had been the young ones, who shunned the traditional forms of femininity. For some inexplicable, instinctual reason, the sight of the curvaceous black-haired divorcee in her most private underwear was impossibly exciting to the young puppy, and his long pink tongue slipped from his drooling jaws as he nosed his head up between Stella's legs.

Stella smiled down at her new pet, breaking off her soothing humming to inquire, "Oh, so you think you're a human man, do you, Kaiser?" Her tone was mildly joking, and she wasn't at all prepared for what the young dog did next.

Kaiser sluiced his tongue right up over the nylon-covered mound of her pubis, and all the way down through her panty-covered vaginal split!

"Oh my God!" Stella breathed. "My God, I was only joking!"

But the eager German Shepherd continued to lap at her insufficiently hidden sexual area, while the mother stood flabbergasted in the kitchen. Visions from the movie she had just seen tonight mingled with her imaginary suspicions about her daughter, and she put two and two together.

"Why, of course!" she exclaimed. Her mind flew back to the back yard of the big white house in central Sacramento, where Matt Fields lived and ran his dog breeding business. She remembered how the dark-haired college student had explained Kaiser's preference for women, and dislike for men. She remembered the way Kaiser had nuzzled her, when she was trying to decide which of the three German Shepherd brothers to buy. In her imagination, she saw the look on her young daughter's face just last night, when Kaiser had been resting his head across her firmly rounded young ass-cheeks. In her imagination, Kaiser's expression looked exactly like the expression that the dog in the Argentine movie wore, with that lustful, animalistic anticipation sparkling in his big, soulful eyes.

"Oh, my gorgeous, delicious little pet!" Stella sighed, moving from the kitchen to the hall, and down the short hall to the privacy of her bedroom. Kaiser followed faithfully, almost like a magnet, as the sexily built woman moved erotically in her scant undergarments which were such a fascination for him. She threw open her bedroom door, and Kaiser leaped up excitedly on the bed, already anticipating what his older mistress had in mind. But the black-haired woman had her own way of doing things.

Slowly, almost torturously, she began to unhook her brassiere, so that the hugely pendulous orbs of her breasts gradually throbbed into the puppy's eager view. Then, swaying silently to some music that seemed to be playing in her brain, the woman stripped off her thin nearly transparent panties, so that the young German Shepherd began to drool at the sight of her moistly glistening cuntal vee.

Kaiser began to bark excitedly, and the thick red velvet bedspread began to heave up and down with his eager jumping.

"In a minute, Kaiser, in a minute," Stella promised softly, as she arched her back and gripped the black elastic garter behind her left thigh. Her magnificent breasts jutted proudly upward, their brown nipple peaks wrinkling tautly in the cool night air of the bedroom. She leaned over as she gently rolled her illusory stocking down her long, perfectly shaped leg, causing her gigantic tits to swing enticingly forward, and Kaiser leaped off the bed in the hopes of getting a slurping taste of their sweetness.

"Ooooh, good dog! Good dog!" the gorgeous divorcee laughed to the eager animal. She hurriedly sleeked down her right stocking, daintily pulling it off her toe as she raised her leg clear up to her heavy set breast, revealing again the pinkly glimmering furrow of her excited and exciting cunt.

Kaiser drooled and growled as the voluptuous older woman carefully lay back on the soft velvet covering of her queen-sized bed, her eyes sparkling down at him suggestively. But he couldn't wait any longer. He leaped up on top of her before she had even gotten comfortable, and lapped at her nipple crowns with his long, wet dog-tongue.

"Why you lecherous young man!" she cried in mock horror. "You can't wait half a second, can you?" But her cunt was still twitching with the unfulfilled arousal she had experienced while sucking young Greg Sullivan's cock, even as she was watching a movie about a beautiful beast very similar to Kaiser himself. She stared wonderingly into his handsome German Shepherd face, the expression in his large round eyes altogether too sexy and human. She felt as if they were laser beams burning into the soft hairy mattress of her pussy. God, they were twinkling seductively!

The temptation to go right ahead with the eager young dog was too great for Stella to ignore, or even postpone. She felt a small ripple of excitement in her belly as she reached forward to stroke Kaiser's sleek coat, feeling his hair tickle teasingly across her fully upthrust

He accepted her enticing invitation. Again the length of his hot, moist tongue swept over the sensitive hardness of her nipples, and it didn't stop there. The voluptuous theater ticket-seller gasped excitedly as his long, thickly working flesh curled its heated wetness over the smooth resilience of her nakedly tingling skin again and again.

Her breath caught desperately in her throat as she felt herself beginning to respond, just the way her own young daughter must have. She watched as the pinkly glistening length of his tongue grazed over the erect, berry-hard nipples on her nakedly swelling breasts, the feverish sensation rapidly increasing. She could almost see the large secondary mounds of her areolas gradually expanding under their delicate load of her tautly hardened nipples.

The simmering sensations raced through her like a raging forest fire, causing the moisture seeping from her now warmly flushed cunt-lips to flow even faster, dampening the tops of her thighs and the velvet bedspread underneath. For a moment, Kaiser seemed to hesitate, but then he whined and worked forward, to wedge her long legs apart with his snout, pushing his cold, wet nose up between them right to the expectantly quivering lips of her pussy mouth!

"Oooohh, God! Kaiser, I didn't guess! I wondered... and now I know! You handsome little devil!"

Kaiser responded warmly to her throaty encouragement. Trying to work his nose in still further, his nostrils keenly aroused by the musky scent of her excited womanhood, he pressured roughly into her widespread loins, causing her to jerk upward on the soft, sensual bed.

Once more his hot tongue darted out provocatively, licking mercilessly at her nudely reclining body. Wild emotions swamped the raven-haired woman as she stared deeply into his brown eyes, while his tongue continued to lap lovingly at her nakedly jutting breasts. God, he seemed to know exactly what to do... Almost as if he had been deliberately trained to do it!

His large, lapping tongue suddenly started working downward over her softly trembling flesh, down over her soft belly, swirling wetly and excitedly into her navel and then downward again. He licked and lapped down until finally the tip of his nose was sniffing right between her helplessly quivering thighs, as if he could smell the intoxicating heat of her desperately surging cunt.

Even mature, imaginative Stella Burnside was amazed and incredulous at the young dog's performance. She couldn't believe that she herself could get so excited so quickly, just from the tonguing of her loins by an eager German Shepherd puppy. It was easy to see why young Cecilia LaFruta responded so hotly to the dog in the movie, and Stella could even understand why her formerly virgin daughter might get turned on by a dog. But the hot-blooded, experienced older woman had never in her fully-lived life ever imagined that she herself might be so susceptible to the lingual caress of a dog!

But maybe that's why it's so exciting, she mused to herself. It IS forbidden, after all... illegal... unnatural... Oh, God, and sooo fantastic!

Aloud, she spoke to Kaiser, as if she expected him to understand her words. "I didn't know what to think last night, Kaiser, when I found you and Jackie lying together like that... But I know now, don't I, boy? You were teaching Jackie the things she needed to know, weren't you, you lovable little devil!... Well, I must say, Kaiser, you succeeded where I failed, with Jackie, anyway... And I'm glad of it, too... Ooooh, you gorgeous creature!"

She propped herself up and took his handsome face tenderly in her hands. "Come on, boy, show me what you did for Jackie..."

The piquant fragrance of her mating heat fired the young dog's loins. He sensed a relationship between this woman and his recent young conquest, a relationship that promised a similarly pleasing encounter. He recognized the rising aroma of Stella's female sexual arousal that was so close to the scent of Jackie's virginity. He would have to lick her there, between her legs, to find out if they both tasted the same. His snout wiggled and sniffed toward her hotly burning vaginal crevice, picking up the fierce potency of her sexual aroma, moist and wetly pulsating with its bright promise. He could detect the shivering ripple of excitement passing through her huge breasts and splendid hourglass hips, tremoring onward into her loins and then passing out through her legs. The pointed tips of her nipples quivered before him like lustfully shaking jelly as he roamed her body with his eyes. He stared hard into the sensuous triangle of her soft pubic curls, so much thicker and darker in color than her daughter's. Underneath, he could just make out the sultry, hungry-looking lips of her moistly gleaming pussy mouth.

"Ooooh, come on, Kaiser, boy," Stella groaned, stroking his furry head back behind his ears. "You can tell I'm ready, can't you? The dog in the movie didn't seem to have any trouble.

Kaiser's eyes gleamed as he caught the intensive charge of lurid sensuality emanating from her huskily moaning throat. Her eyes were fastened on him, and she noticed that he seemed to be as lustfully aroused as she was. She wondered why he didn't just get on with whatever it was he was planning to do.

"Please, lover-boy," she begged. "I want you to lick my cunt, like the dog did in the movie... Come on, Kaiser... What do you want me to do?" The green-eyed woman stared wonderingly into the perfectly-formed creature's eyes, and she was sure she could see them smoldering in desire. But at the same time, she found no clue, no hint, as to what he expected her to do.

M-maybe, she thought, I'm supposed to kneel down like a she-bitch... But Cecilia didn't kneel until the very end! It annoyed her to be placed in a position where she didn't know quite what to do next. With a human man it was easy; she knew exactly what turned them on, and she could drive them absolutely crazy with desire. But with Kaiser, Stella felt almost like a teenager, as she groaned endlessly beneath the wet, searing caresses of his hotly loving tongue. She watched with feverish eyes his every incredible, passion-surging lick, wondering breathlessly how she could ever have missed such delicious excitement as this, when she had thought that she'd tried everything.

"Oooh, God," she moaned "just do it to me, Kaiser, baby. "She curled her long-nailed fingers ecstatically around his ears. Her voice came out with a mewling, pleading tone as she stroked his big, sensuously moving head, while he continued to lick at her large, lavishly exposed breasts. And then her breath began to shorten with frenzied anticipation, as Kaiser's head gradually dropped, his tongue tracing a lurid path downward over her belly.