Mother's animal lover

CHAPTER ONE

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!