Mother's animal lover

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 through her opened lips. His eyes opened and watched lewdly as he saw his glistening rod disappear into her ovally clasping lips as if they were a tight, hairlessly devouring cunt. He could feel every nerve ending in his body pulsating and throbbing within the moistly working cavity of Stella's warm, saliva-filled mouth.

She sucked ardently, heavily, keeping his cock hungrily trapped despite his occasional jerks, burying her face into his loins with her nose deep in his wiry pubic hair. Occasionally, she licked down at his soft, sperm-filled testicles, thinking how much more she could make them harden and grow, and then fell back to sucking in a mindless delirium of ecstatic wonder, making little mewling noises of sheer, unadulterated delight. The pressure building in Matt Fields' balls was becoming unbearable, and as he watched the beautiful, feminine face suck so passionately, his cock seemed to inflate and lengthen beyond anything it had ever done before.

Holy shit! he thought. Christ but this chick is a cocksucker! In all his rowdy, college-boy experience, the university senior had never been given head the way this voluptuous older woman was giving it to him right now, and he couldn't believe his incredible luck not only in meeting her earlier this week, but in having set up a series of weekly payments, so she would have to meet him over and over again. Shit! It was just too good to be true!

Suddenly, there was a fiercely rippling shudder passing through his loins – and a lightening flow of liquid white sperm shot from his balls along the hard, blood-bloated ridge of his cock, all the way up into the gorgeous woman's desperately gurgling throat. He gripped her head tightly between his hands and shoved his cock gaggingly all the way back in her mouth. She groaned as the first thin needle of hot white spray struck her tonsils, then swallowed hungrily as it continued gushing wetly into her mouth. His cock jerked wildly, but Stella managed to hold on. The hot, fiery liquid spurted all the way down to her hungrily absorbing stomach and she gulped for more. Her cheeks stretched and bloated as she couldn't swallow fast enough to keep up with his virile offering. Her throat worked gluttonously to get every last drop, sputtering to keep from choking on the whitely cascading sperm as he emptied the contents of his balls relentlessly into the depths of her thirstily working gullet.

Matt's body quivered and a long, ecstatic sigh broke from his lips as he again imagined himself shooting his semen down the voluptuous brunette's throat. God, she could sure suck good! He pushed his fingers through her thick, shining black hair, bracing himself to keep from shuddering right off the couch and onto the bare floor.

Stella would not let her new young lover's delicious organ slip from her lips. She continued to suck and lick off every last drop as it gradually diminished, extracting every last bit from the tiny hole in its tip. Tiny thin trails of white cum seeped from her liquid-bloated mouth and ran down to her chin. It seemed as if her handsome young lover's cock was going to deflate right down to nothing…

But then, surprisingly, his penis began to thicken again in the soft, slippery furnace of her mouth. She licked it and bit at it gently, taking delight in being able to bring it back to life again. "Oooooh, God, Matt," she groaned, "God, your cock is soooo wonderful… Just let me lick it and make it all big and hard again, Matt, darling…" The desire was quickly rekindled in his boiling balls as she continued to suck ever so ardently. She teased her sperm-slippery tongue around and around it until it was restored to its full strength and power, and then the rejuvenated instrument fell wetly from her mouth, a thin string of milk-white jism hanging between. Her smoky green eyes fluttered open, hot with desire, and she looked up at her young lover as her ears were assaulted with the lustful sounds of the movie being shown behind the thin partition. Through dilated, lust-ridden pupils she saw Matt's handsome, youthful face and the wonderful hard muscles of his achingly attractive young body.

"Oooooh, let me feel your lovely cock," she crooned, reaching for him as she leaned back off his body and sprawled beside him on the thick mass of her long black hair. Her legs spread automatically to reveal the hot, wet mouth of her desire-glistening cunt as she slid sensuously down the couch until she was in a full reclining position.

"Oh, God, Matt, fuck me with your gorgeous cock! Fill my cunt like you filled my mouth with your delicious hot sperm!"

The astonished but eminently pleased young student wasted no time as he turned over and came to rest directly between her eagerly spread thighs, his enormous cock waving around like a divining rod looking for water. His thighs moved between hers. There was no need to prepare this voluptuous older woman – her pussy was already moist and waiting. He could feel the thin, vertical opening of her cunt, throbbing with desperate hunger for his cock, as he guided the thick length of masculine muscle toward her through her curling black pubic hair which was thoroughly soaked with her passionate secretions. Then the head of his penis touched her soft, wetly throbbing pussy lips and moved on through with a single long, smooth stroke born of youthful desire, until he rammed it all the way up into her cervix. He had fucked a lot of girls and women before, but every new cunt was like a just-discovered treasure, and Stella Burnside's tight vaginal opening was a tantalizing gold mine. The smooth wet walls of her cunt clasped around his cock like a slick seal skin, undulating firmly around it and driving him crazy.

"Mmmmmmm, God, Matt," the older woman crooned lovingly. Her whole body seemed to be singing as she felt her muscles tensing into taut cords to be plucked by the powerful flesh of Matt's cock. Her entire insides fluttered with butterflies and opened wide to receive his cockhead deeper into her womb. She groaned and murmured incoherently as he fucked her savagely, gritting his teeth with desire. Her body humped eagerly, voluptuously, with his and moved with abandoned, uncontrollable jerks when the thrill became too much for her to bear.

"Screaming Jesus!" she breathed up into his face. "Just keep fucking me like that, Matt! Godddd! It's sooooooo goooooddd! Sooooo lovely and smooth!" She groaned with ecstatic agony, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her hips grinding furiously as he threw the meat to her, the huge whiteness of her massive breasts squashing out between them on either side of their chests.

Matt plunged his huge cock up and up, deeper and deeper into the soft warm cavern of her belly, feeling her cunt flower open before his savage onslaught as though she had never been fucked before.

Stella's wildly steaming flesh jerked and twisted while she moaned unceasingly, her features contorted with furious passion. Her mouth worked wordlessly and her nostrils flared with an untamed, animal desire which took hold of her body as if she were having an uncontrollable spasm. Her forehead glistened with sweat as her vagina arched upward through ascending levels toward the blinding light of her rapidly approaching orgasm. "A aaaahhh, God, yeeesssss," she moaned up toward the ceiling as young Matt Fields slithered his strong, sinewy hands under the wildly pumping cheeks of her buttocks and cupped them tightly, raising her up off the bed in order to sink his hard driving thickness still deeper into her passion-drenched cunt. He threw it to her with all the strength of his hips and thighs, and the smooth, hungrily moving walls of her cunt clasped and unclasped like a heartbeat all around his hotly bursting cock. He fucked into her from the tips of his toes, ramming every last inch of his long thick penis up through her shudderingly accepting hole and dragging a fresh ecstatic moan from her lips that resounded through the small room like the cry of a wounded animal. Her nostrils snorted wildly and her eyes, now opened wide, gazed glassily and unseeing as he fucked desperately into her open body, a deep, burning desire raging lustfully in both of them.

Matt pulled his head back, his neck muscles straining, and closed his eyes, as he concentrated on the supremely engulfing feeling of her slippery clutching cuntal muscles, gripping tightly around the expanding girth of his rampantly invading cock.

From the other side of the partition, low guttural growls reached the ears of the two illicit lovers. "Mmmmm, ughn, ughn… aaaaaah!" Matt could imagine what was going on in the movie screen, but he knew it could be nothing compared to the sheer wanton ecstasy of fucking into this impossibly voluptuous older woman's eagerly clasping cunt!

She twisted and writhed beneath him, unable to control her body or the wild desire that coursed through her. Her body ached to be humiliated and fucked silly by her handsome young lover and her face contorted wildly with passion as her cunt struggled desperately for climax. Her lips bared back over her teeth and fervent moans echoed from deep in her violently heaving breast. Her arms, which had been wrapped tightly around Matt's neck, now slithered down so her long, painted nails dug into the dog breeder's pummeling buttocks as they pounded heavily up into her desire-flooded loins.

Lewd wet smacking sounds resounded through the tiny cloakroom with each vicious, pile-driving hump up between Stella's openly spread legs. Matt ran his hands from the smooth, hollowing cheeks of her ass down to her thighs and between them to the soft, passion-soaked pubic hair around her cunt to feel the greedily clinging lips of her wet flesh that clasped ecstatically around his cock like a snug, avidly sucking mouth. Her cunt was running with moisture which overflowed wetly down the wide-split crevice of her ass. Her whole body flamed with passionate perspiration and gyrated wildly, ravenous for sex and nothing but sex. It seemed to Stella as if the entire world began and ended within that central core of her belly. She existed only for that flame of sensation in her vagina, from which everything else spiralled outward in ever-widening circles of delight.

Her head flailed against the hard back of the couch, sending her long, shining black hair flying like a dark lustful flame. Her mouth opened in a long, ecstatic moan and she became something crazed and inhuman as she churned and squirmed in the grip of pure lust, spreading her legs back until her knees pressed lightly against her taut brown nipples, feeling the upholstery soaking beneath her buttocks and cunt from the profusion of sexual juices gushing from her burning loins.

"Ooooooohhh, Gggooodddd, Matt! Ddddeeeper!" she wailed, as the woman on the movie screen behind the partition let out a similar, echoing scream, "Aaaaauuughh… Ooohhh!"

Stella raised her open thighs up higher on his body and wound them voluptuously around his back, moving her naked hips from side to side with uncontrollable abandon and spiralling her vagina up and down crazily along his rhythmically pistoning cock.

"Ooooooohhhhh, my darling, I'm almost there!" she gasped hoarsely. "I'm… I'm… Aaaiiiieeeeeee! Ccuuuminnng!" She suddenly squealed with such a high pitched gasp of intensity that her ankles locked in a death grip behind the student's heavily perspiring back. At the same time she wound her arms tightly behind his neck and mashed her mouth into his, shoving her tongue all the way up into his throat with wild abandon. Matt could taste the pungent, male flavor of his own cum on her tongue, which he had spurted into her mouth just a few minutes ago. Her back arched and she held tightly to him… and suddenly, he pushed her legs up roughly, rolling her body into a tight fleshy ball of writhing sex, fucking into her with mindless ferocity which drew hoarse gasps from her helpless lips.

Her hotly clinging vaginal walls were quivering and jerking insanely around his cock as her whole insides seemed to erupt, spewing their juices all around his hard-driving cock. Her cum cascaded down the widespread crevice between her upraised ass-cheeks, flooding wetly into his testicles as they slapped lewdly against her tiny puckered anus.

Even though she had sucked him dry just a few moments ago, the wildness of Stella's female orgasm started the slow aching pressure in Matt's groin, and he gripped the cheeks of her rotating buttocks and squeezed with furious strength, feeling her cringe as he began to gush jet after jet of hotly spewing cum into her widely stretched vagina.

"Oh, Christ!" he muttered aloud, as the viciousness of his strokes increased automatically so that his pelvis smacked like a wooden paddle against the splayed open lips of her cunt and his rhythmically jerking cock pumped deeply down into the throbbing recesses of her thirstily absorbing belly.

And then a series of wild, violent shudders seemed to hit them both at once. It was as though their mutual ecstasy had triggered a sort of second orgasm in each other, and the obscenely coupled mother and dog breeder rocked and moaned, along with the salaciously joined pair on the movie screen which they couldn't see.

"Mmmnnnggghhh…"

"Aaaaahhhh…"

"Uuuunnnhhh, oh, shit…"

"Ooooooooo…"