Mother's animal lover

CHAPTER FIVE

But Matt Fields wasn't quite prepared for the shock of seeing Stella Burnside's daughter for the first time. When the apartment door slowly opened a few seconds after he had confidently rung the buzzer, both the curly, dark-haired dog breeder and his blond friend and roommate inhaled sharply, exchanging meaningful glances.

Holy shit! Greg's look said to Matt. Is this girl real?

Matt's expression said wordlessly, Oh, Christ, I didn't know she'd be this fantastic!

Jackie noticed their silent, subtle eye-contact, and interrupted them sweetly, "Can I help you? Are you Mother's dog breeder?"

"I… um, yes, I am," Matt stammered. Christ! And I thought her old lady was something else! The pretty blonde eighteen year old was wearing a thin, short dress, made out of some kind of slinky fabric like jersey, and it seemed to cling precariously to her voluptuous young curves. The neckline was modest, but the buttons seemed to have casually loosened themselves, so both Greg and Matt could clearly see the huge, tanned mounds of her firm, young breasts protruding above the top of her lacy brassiere. Her legs were long and gorgeously golden, and it was obvious that she wore no stockings at all. If it hadn't been for Kaiser's eagerly joyful presence at the young girl's slender ankles and calves, Matt vowed seriously that he would have raped her on the spot. God! No wonder they needed a guard dog!

Kaiser's tail was wagging happily at the sight and scent of his former master, but he instinctively growled at Greg's presence. Greg, the dog remembered from his life at the breeder's, was the boyfriend of the first female human he had ever licked to orgasm, and Kaiser still felt a reserve of uneasy anxiety whenever he encountered his ex-master's roommate.

"Well, come on in," Jackie invited them finally, when she was able to get their attention. Their open-mouthed gaping was something she had gotten used to in the years since she had turned thirteen, and she knew that the only way to deal with it was to wait until they had their senses. Besides, she felt safe and secure with Kaiser right at her side, even though she knew that the dog must still feel some loyalty to his old master.

"Thanks," both Greg and Matt mumbled in response to the gorgeous teenager's invitation. They followed her trance-like into the small apartment, sitting down on the day-bed which had only yesterday been the site of Jackie Burnside's deflowering.

"Mother left the money," the girl explained, going into the bedroom for the cash she'd gotten at the bank after school. When she returned, she held out the two crisp bills, a $5 and a $20, in the direction of the two young men, and suddenly she laughed. "Oh, my," she giggled. "I don't even know which one of you is Matt Fields!" Her turquoise blue eyes sparkled gleefully as she sat down in a rocking chair across from the day-bed. "I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself… I'm Jacqueline, Stella's daughter… Jackie, for short…"

The curly-haired man smiled and said, "I'm Matt, and this is my roommate, Greg Sullivan… We thought… Well, your mother gave us tickets to the theater for tonight… Would you care to join us?"

Jackie sighed. So Mother did try to set up a date! I should have known! Aloud, she said, "I'm not busy tonight, but… Well, I know that my mother probably asked you to show me a good time, and all that. And honestly… you don't have to take me out just for my mother's sake… I'm really quite happy by myself." Silently she added, now that I have Kaiser to look after me!

Both young men immediately protested and denied that Mrs. Burnside had had anything to do with their invitation to young Jackie. Greg, especially, took the lead and explained hurriedly how he had practically twisted Matt's arm to get him to let Greg come along tonight. Matt didn't admit that the situation was almost exactly the reverse, but he did wish he hadn't promised Greg that he could act as Jackie's date. Shit, if he'd imagined she was even half as foxy-looking as she was, Matt would've agreed to take her out himself, the way Mrs. Burnside had hinted last night.

Although the blonde teenager wasn't fooled by the two young men's hot denials of her mother's involvement, she did finally agree to accompany them to the sex theater where her mother worked. She had only been to the Double-X once before, and that was last year, right after her mother had been re-hired, and before the interior of the theater was remodeled. She hadn't stayed for the show, then, either, and the idea of seeing what really went on there sounded interesting.

She rode to the Double-X in the front seat with Matt, while Greg kept up an animated conversation from the back seat. It made her shudder inwardly when they rounded the corner onto the street where her mother was displayed in a glass booth like a piece of meat for sale, and for an instant, she wished she had not allowed herself to get talked into coming.

But surely Mother knows they were going to bring me here, Jackie consoled herself. She did give Matt the tickets, after all! She couldn't understand why her mother would want her going to a place like the sex theater, but then, she didn't really understand most of what her mother thought or did. It was as if the black-haired mother and her golden-haired daughter were opposite ends of the spectrum, with totally different goals and morals.

Stella Burnside's whole face lit up when she spotted her young college student lover leading his friend and her own daughter Jackie toward the popular movie theater. She excitedly let herself out of her glass booth for a moment to welcome them to the show, and she beamed silently to her young innocent daughter, thinking that tonight might be a turning point for her. "I'm so glad you decided to come, dear," she whispered, squeezing Jackie's hand. "I just know this movie will have special interest for you…"

Jackie looked quizzically at her mother, but Matt and Greg hustled her past the stills and into the dimly lit cinema. It wasn't too crowded yet, but the way the two ushers were laughing and rubbing their hands together indicated that they expected to see a sell-out crowd here tonight, for the opening of "Cecilia's Surrender", the hot new feature film shot on location in Argentina, without any breaks in the action. It was an entirely new concept in movie-making, and critics from all the newspapers were already crowding into the special section roped off for members of the press.

To Jackie, the theater seemed a lot more exciting than it had seemed when she had been here before. In the first place, the standard, semi-comfortable, velvet theater seats had been replaced by comfortable couches, where people could be seated in parties of two, three or four in intimate comfort. A balcony had been added, to provide enough seating, and the furniture was grouped like chairs around a night-club table, so that people could talk quietly to each other during intermissions without disturbing others.

One of the ushers led Jackie, Matt, and Greg over to a plush green couch against one wall, just behind the area reserved for the critics. He leaned down and whispered to the blonde girl that it was the best seat in the house, and that any daughter of Stella Burnside's certainly deserved it. Jackie smiled prettily when the usher backed away and left them alone.

It seemed like no time until the house lights began to dim, and a spotlight appeared in the center of the stage just below the wide-angle movie screen. A man's voice sounded boomingly over the PA system, introducing the special attraction for tonight, Cecilia LaFruta, in person, the star of the incredible new film, "Cecilia's Surrender!"

A low accompaniment of Latin-sounding music rose from somewhere in the wings, and soon, the black spangled curtains in front of the screen began to rustle and shimmer, as though there was some whirlwind force rippling over them. In seconds, the whirlwind force was revealed to be an unbelievably young-looking Latin girl, dressed entirely in red and black. Her hair, which was long, thick, and curled voluptuously around her shoulders like a fur stole, was a flaming, sequined red, and it shone like real fire in contrast to the golden tan of her skin and the shiny black patent leather of her abbreviated, bikini brassiere. Her naked torso seemed to have been painted with some kind of sheer, shimmery glitter, for with every sensual undulating movement she made, her whole belly seemed to glow with the reflected light from the spotlight which was on her. Inches below her glimmering waistline, the girl wore a short black skirt, hung with long, spangled fringes which swayed and brushed against the floor. Through the illusory black shadow that the fringe created. Jackie, Matt, and Greg could see the girl's high-heeled Spanish riding boots, complete with heavy silver studs which gleamed in the dark.

As she approached the microphone, the audience hushed, and you could almost feel the intake of air as they all held their breath.

"Good evening, lay-dees and gentle-men," the soft-spoken girl said in her exotic accent. "I am pleesed to come here, in the United States. I hope you weel enjoy my new mo-vee… I am verrry happy to welcome you tonight…" As she spoke slowly and carefully, her intense dark eyes were glittering with sensuous moisture. The spotlight that was focused on her gradually drew back, making the girl seem smaller and smaller as the circle of light got bigger. Slowly, the black spangled curtains began to slide away from the screen, and the spotlight faded to a faint, orange glow. Then, incredibly, Cecilia LaFruta suddenly appeared to grow to absolutely enormous proportions. The girl herself stood alone on the stage, but behind her, her image appeared on the movie screen, dressed in exactly the same clothes she was wearing tonight! The huge filmed image began to sway softly to some unheard music, and below her, in miniature real life, Cecilia danced lightly off the stage, leaving the whole theater mesmerized by her sensuous motions on the film.

The green velvet couch where Jackie sat wedged between the two college boys suddenly gave a little lurch, and all three occupants looked up to see a smiling Stella Burnside sliding in next to Greg. "This is the first showing of this movie," she whispered to the tall, well-built blond youth, "and I always sneak in to see the first showing…"

Greg smiled obligingly, thinking to himself, Shit, this broad is twice as far-out looking as old Matt said… Sitting between the older woman and her daughter the way he was, Matt's roommate could feel his loins beginning to tingle already, even though the movie had hardly begun.

The movie house was filled with the soft background music of the movie soundtrack, and the huge, sensually swaying image of Cecilia LaFruta on the screen gradually shrank, to reveal the setting of the film. The girl was dancing to herself in some kind of dressing room, as if she was preparing to go out on a stage any minute. In the upper right-hand corner of the screen was a faintly blurred suggestion of prison bars, indicating that the erotic young girl was being held captive, perhaps by the people for whom she was preparing to perform.

The camera zoomed in on the prison bars, showing them to be in a small window, and on the other side of the bars, two black glinting eyes were staring lustfully at the captive slave. Greg inhaled sharply, as did several other members of the audience, but his gasp was more than just the realization that the girl on the film was in danger.

Someone's hand had planted itself down right over the growing bulge of his penis!

"Aaaugh," he groaned in a hoarse whisper. "Wha…?" He tore his eyes from the screen, and looked at the two gorgeous women on either side. Both Jackie and her voluptuous mother were intently watching the movie, but Greg looked down and saw that the hand over his pants' fly belonged to Stella. Jesus Christ! he thought to himself… She's supposed to be Matt's chick…

The girl on the screen seemed to be unaware that anyone was watching her, and she continued dancing with increasing wildness, as though the music in her head was reaching some kind of crescendo. She whirled and spun around in the tiny dressing room, sending the long black fringes of her skirt flying like a black cloud around her perfectly shaped thighs and buttocks. Her flaming, glittering red hair whirled out from her head, completely obscuring the beautiful mysterious features of her face as she rocked and undulated in a frenzied spin, nearly causing herself to lose her balance. The tension in the audience was reaching a heavy peak with the pounding beat of the music that filled the theater, but still Cecilia spun on and on, around and around… and around… Oh, God, and around…

The camera focused on the lasciviously watching eyes again, and the small-boned but voluptuously proportioned girl collapsed in a heap on the floor of her jail-cell dressing room. She heaved and panted audibly, her small olive hands reaching up to push her hair out of her perspiration-glistening face. Slowly she stood up again, and miraculously, the shiny, black-fringed skirt had gone, lying at her feet in a harmless dark pool of fabric and fringe. Underneath, the slave-dancer wore only the tiniest shiny triangle of leather panties, although her skin seemed to be painted with some kind of shimmery, lust-arousing paint which created a sheen all over her entire body. She began her dance again, to the obvious delight of the on-looker, but this time she moved more slowly, with exaggerated undulations similar to a bellydance.

Stella's wandering hand squeezed firmly over Greg's no-longer-concealable erection, and her whisper assaulted his ears above the background music of the film. "Oooooh, it's getting sooooo big already, just like last time…"

Last time?! Matt's roommate repeated to himself. Hell, I only just met Mrs. Burnside a few minutes ago… He looked sideways at the black-haired seductress, trying to divine what was going on in her mind. Does she think I'm someone else? Matt maybe?

An "Ooooohh," rose from the audience, drawing Greg's attention back to the film, where the Latin girl was now removing her tight leather brassiere, to release her magnificently huge golden-nippled breasts, letting them stand out proudly in the imaginary privacy of the jail-cell.

Greg gulped in the darkness. Now he was really becoming lost. Stella was stroking and squeezing his cock wildly, and the girl on the screen was stripping down to nothing. His balls throbbed hotly, building and growing with their overload of orgasmic liquid.

Cecilia was squeezing her nudely exposed breasts in her hotly working young hands, and her moans came clearly over the speakers. Her slender, delicate fingers came up to tweak at the pulsating, blood-hard erections of her nipples as she began to rub her lovely tanned legs together, causing the meager triangle of her patent leather panties to slide slowly down over the studded black boots to the floor. Her pubic hair was barely discernible on the screen, a sparse, fleecy vee of red-gold curls, glittering like the rest of her young body with a healthy, lust-inspiring sheen. She fell backwards onto the only piece of furniture in her cell-like dressing room, a low flat bed that doubled as a chair, bench, or couch. Her hands flew down to stroke and tease at her delicately exposed genitals, drawing a gasp of passion from the audience as well as from the man in the movie, who was watching from the other side of the window.

The young girl's buttocks were twisting passionately against the uncomfortable-looking couch, and she groaned and panted aloud as if she hadn't been fucked properly in years. Jackie's young heart went out to the girl, who couldn't have been a day older than Jackie herself, and almost unconsciously, Stella Burnside's daughter folded her own hands across her lap, pressing down into the warming split between her legs. Matt Fields sensed her movement and pulled her closer to him, shifting his body slightly so that his growing penis was pressing into her firm young thigh.

To hell with Greg, the dark-haired dog breeder thought. He didn't really want to meet this gorgeous little chick anyway…

On the other side of the eighteen year old blonde, Greg's breath was hitching spasmodically in his throat. Stella Burnside, his good buddy's latest lay, was still massaging his groin maddeningly, and she had begun to coo into his ear, her perfumed breath tickling hotly at his sensitive inner flesh. He wanted to say something – at least point out that he obviously wasn't whoever she seemed to think he was – but he knew if he said anything at all it would be a lewd invitation to fuck.

The young girl on the screen lay back ecstatically, her desire-hardened breasts pointing skyward and hardly even jiggling. Her fingers slithered in and out of her openly spread vaginal mouth, which was glistening up between her widespread legs, still encased in the long, high-heeled Spanish boots. Sharp little cries began to break from her full-bodied red lips, as her lovely head strained back so far that the camera picked up her hair as it flailed under the bed.

Before long, Cecilia was writhing lasciviously in the grip of her obscene, imprisoned display. Her hands ran all over the delicious contours of her sleek young body, then plunged again into the bottomless well of her eagerly working young cunt. When she caressed herself, her hands moved with the power of pure lust, dancing erotically over the flat shimmery expanse of her belly and digging greedily into the exquisite roundness of her belly and digging greedily into the exquisite roundness of her firm young breasts. She groaned and pulled her knees up until they were almost touching her breasts, the juices from her hotly glinting cunt moistening the flat mattress below. Her fingertip crawled like a spider into the soft, hair-covered lips of her young vagina, spreading them apart until the wetly pulsating inner flesh was obvious to the camera and the audience. She groaned again as she plunged her fingers deeply into the boiling cauldron of her lust, its oval, fish-liked mouth opening hungrily. Her face contorted as she violently fingered herself right in front of the glinting eyes of her jailer as well as the eagerly watching eyes of the audience. A gasp rose from the movie-viewers, as her tiny, tightly flexing young anus lifted upward into the light, puckering open slightly as if with well-used practice.

Greg gaped with disbelief as Cecilia stroked her pussy flesh, swiping up fingerfulls of moisture to spread down into the crevice between her widespread ass-cheeks, her tiny clitoris standing out high and hard above her desperately working hand. By now, the college student could feel his penis almost boiling over with little drops of cum at its head, and his testicles felt as if they were being tightened in a vice. His eyes rolled frustratedly in his head, and a streak of perspiration broke out on his forehead. Stella was still massaging his cock, but she hadn't made any further move. For a moment, Greg was afraid he might slip and groan out loud from the pain building in his overheated loins, and his balls felt like powder kegs ready to explode.

The girl on the screen fingered her anus and then returned to the wetly gleaming slickness of her open vagina. Her hungrily probing fingers worked up inside the pink, wet folds, widening them with each wet sluice. Then she slipped two fingers smoothly in and out, groaning excitedly all the while. Her legs jackknifed back again, knees pressed tightly against her youthful breasts and her soft rounded pelvis worked demonically all around her finger-fucking young hands.

Her facial muscles tightened and strained after an almost impossible pause. Clenching her teeth agonizingly together, she thrust a third finger alongside the others in the hungry pink folds which easily swallowed all three with a greedy wet sucking sound. A soft purring moan of pleasure broke from the red-headed girl's lips as she writhed with desire. Her fingers drove faster and faster, the rapid rhythm forcing grunts of savage, primitive passion from her beautiful young face.

Her body flesh seemed to glow almost red, burning for orgasm. Beads of sweaty desire glistened across her fevered young brow as her lovely head lolled from side to side on the flat bed, her long red hair flying out behind her in frustration at her inability to reach climax. She strained after it urgently, her fingers pistoning up inside her open, exposed cunt, her groans increasing in urgency just as her dance had at the beginning of the movie.

Suddenly, both on the screen and inside the movie theater, there seemed to be a standstill of time. The wickedly spying jailer in the film softly unlocked the door and let a huge German Shepherd bound into the cell!

Cecilia's eyes widened in genuine terror, and she jerked the back of her hand against her mouth, but the movie didn't stop. Her scream pierced the heavy, anticipating air of the theater like flash of lightning, and beside Greg and Matt, Jackie slumped into the couch.

"K-Kaiser…" she whispered to herself, her big innocent blue eyes glued firmly to the movie screen. She saw clearly the girl in the film's sincere, unaffected horror, and she somehow wanted to tell her that it was going to be all right. But, God, how could she talk to someone in a movie? Is this… is this what Mother meant when she said I would find the movie interesting. Jackie stole a glance at her mother, on the other side of Greg Sullivan, but the hazy, dilated-pupil look in Mrs. Burnside's eyes told the young girl nothing. Did Mother know that there was going to be a dog in this movie? Does she know about me and Kaiser?

The blonde teenager could discern no clues from her mother's expression, and she didn't look down, or she would have seen the older woman's hand as it slowly, silently began to tug at Greg's fly zipper. The college senior jerked suddenly from the first cool touch of Stella's pleasure-giving hand on his naked sensitive penile flesh, but he dared not speak.

The girl on the screen was sitting up in quivering fear, her hard young breasts shaking titillatingly beneath the lustfully snarling dog. The huge beast who looked so much like a bigger version of Kaiser lowered his nose between the shivering young love-slave's soft, coffee-colored legs, spreading the curling red hairs in her crotch and sniffing at her fully aroused vaginal mouth. His tail wagged and trembled as though he had located a bitch in heat, and Cecilia moaned in stark terror. She cried out in a high-pitched wail as the animal's lizard-like tongue shot out and trailed up the entire crevice between her thighs, its tip flicking teasingly at the tiny, defensively clenching anal ring.

The red-haired Argentine girl tried to squirm away, but the massive dog was unrelenting. He raised his head whenever she moved, snarling menacingly until she checked her motion. He lapped at the narrow pink slit of her cunt, running his salivating red tongue over the pinkly pulsing flanges of her vaginal lips to the tiny, sensation-primed pleasure button of her clitoris. She moaned and sighed as his great tongue spread through the soft hair-covered swelling of her pubis, dragging the fleshy folds of her pussy after it.

He licked mercilessly between the young girl's widespread legs, stopping sporadically to curl more deeply through the walls of her vagina, when a fierce, piercing cry broke from her throat to literally make the windows shudder. She jerked spasmodically, helpless in the grip of a lust too obscene to be believed, as the great dog licked and sucked at her raging loins.

Greg couldn't suppress a shiver. His eyes glazed over as he panted uncontrollably, watching this amazing display of unspeakable lewdness. He'd wondered once or twice, he remembered, whether his roommate Matt ever considered training any of his dogs to do that to human females, but he had never really taken the idea seriously. Now that he was seeing it in the film – which had been shot continuously without interruption so there could be no question of the realism – he thought again that it was possible for women to respond to animals, and he resolved to talk to Matt about it later. Right now, however Stella's expert hands were stroking up and down on the incredibly hardened length of his fully exposed penis, making his pelvis twitch involuntarily as she skinned back the heavy foreskin covering his slickening cockhead.

The redhead on the screen had stopped her frightened sobbing, and the only noises she emitted now were soft, sex-pleading mewls, that echoed lewdly throughout the avidly watching audience. The German Shepherd's thickly slithering tongue moved mercilessly up and down between her thighs, drawing cries of ecstasy where before there had been abject terror. She raised her hands, holding them in indecision for a moment, and then dropped them with a helpless moan to grip tightly behind the dogs ears.

A deep, guttural groan of desire rumbled from her throat, and suddenly she jerked her legs backward in order to give the animal greater oral access to her seething pussy. She pulled his tapered nose forward, up inside her well-lubricated vaginal mouth, and his enormous tongue snaked out even deeper up into the moist, steaming passage, ravishing her eagerly accepting cuntal walls without mercy.

Wild, incoherent shrieks echoed from her young lips, pleading and encouraging the German Shepherd who was salivating between her upthrust thighs. He worked savagely, like the beast he was, instinctively following his animalistic urges.

The three younger occupants of the green theater couch gasped in unison, as Stella looked up amusedly to see what was the matter.

The German Shepherd's glistening red penis was slowly emerging from its furry animal sheath, and the camera had zoomed in to accentuate its foreboding, expectant progress!

He lifted his nose from the pleading Argentinean girl's genitals to lever her onto her stomach. Her resistance to the huge beast seemed to have waned under his maddening dog-tonguing, and she was helplessly doubly enslaved – locked by her captors in the tiny, cell-like bedroom and trapped by her wild, insurmountable desires to feel the dog's cock in her raging young cunt. Her quivering body subserviently knelt on all fours on the bed, as the animal nudged her upward before his waiting penis.

Greg twitched noticeably as Stella teasingly squeezed even tighter around his burgeoning penile rod, drawing his attention from the movie screen back to his own urgent erection. She could feel her own insane need building inexorably in her quivering loins, and she felt that she just had to see the young college student as he responded automatically to her expert genital caress.

On the screen, Cecilia reached back and spread her creamy-white buttocks to open them like a curtain from her delicately throbbing rectal lips, giving the dog's tongue greater access as he worked at her lingually from behind. She still wore the heavily studded leather boots, and the huge German Shepherd seemed to respond to the scent by crouching right up close on his haunches, so that his whole body was supported by the small-boned girl kneeling on the bed.

He nuzzled into the lust-paralyzed girl's crotch, pushing his massive head between her pelvis and the bed. Stella's eyes widened with excitement, as she thought to herself what Jackie must be thinking right now. I don't think I was wrong, the mother remarked to herself. What else could it have been… Matt told me that Kaiser doesn't like men, but Jackie had certainly had some kind of activity last night… Stella smiled almost gleefully when she imagined that the girl on the screen was not Cecilia LaFruta from Argentina, but rather her own lovely blonde daughter Jackie, and she whispered mentally to herself, That's it, Jackie honey… I knew you wouldn't turn out to be an old puritan like your father!

Cecilia – or Jackie, whichever girl it was – was kneeling obediently to elevate her ass-cheeks in abject surrender. The dog's long, relentless tongue had lashed into her servile helplessness, crushing her initial resistance with its vigorous and unremitting attack on her sensitive young sexual organs. She was on all fours and the German Shepherd now mounted the smoothly spread cheeks of her ass, placing his forepaws on her sleek young back. The glistening, scarlet rod of his penis slipped from its furry sheath, dripping milky white animal cum from its tip. The tapering point slipped and jerked, trying to locate the tight little anal hole in order to bury the thick, hard shaft into the helpless young love-slave's rectum. As it slipped menacingly about on her naked flesh, Cecilia cried out as if she were being branded by a scalding hot iron.

But even as she cried out, she was still looking back, and trying to capture with her upraised buttocks the length of the dog's love-shaft. Like a bitch in heat, she strove to scabbard the long, pinkly glistening organ in her voraciously flagellating vaginal mouth. But the dog seemed bent on denying her. All he wanted was her tiny little anus. The sharp tit of his cock missed its mark at first, but then it slid upward again, trying again to enter.

The Argentinean girl on the screen sobbed piteously, as she writhed before the great beast that was trying to skewer her rectum. Finally, it must have been a mistake on the dog's part, his throbbing red rod slipped into her starving, passion-inflamed pussy, and she sighed over and over as he shoved instinctively forward.

Oooh, that's it! Stella was saying to herself in silent encouragement to the movie. Fuck right up into her cunt, Kaiser… Fuck right into Jackie's virgin cunt! She shifted sideways on the couch so that she could grasp Greg's cock with both her hands now, manipulating him as though he was nothing more than a lustful erotic toy designed for her pleasure. He gasped uncontrollably as she stroked his thick, hot hardness, no longer caring whether Jackie or Matt knew what was going on or not.

The dog on the screen growled, and Cecilia reached back, trying to keep his slippery penis from sliding out of her vaginal mouth. But she was unsuccessful, as the German Shepherd slid off her polished leather boots and inadvertantly pulled his flaming rod of canine flesh out of her frantically undulating cunt-walls.

He lunged forward again almost immediately, but the audience knew from the close-up of the expression on Cecilia's face that the huge German Shepherd had finally succeeded in his intentions. He had rammed his long, dripping dog-cock right into the girl's wrinkled anal ring! It slithered forward with a wet rush until it was sunk to the hilt, his sperm-filled testicles swinging below her and smacking heavily into her wetly dripping pubic hair. A moan of relief broke from her contorted lips, as she began to move rhymically backwards to meet the thrust of the panting dog. His forelegs wrapped tighter around her smoothly curved hips, and she undulated her body in tiny lewd circles, abandoning herself to this delicious, searing animal fucking of her rectal passage. Her face turned toward the camera, and the audience could see that all fear and pain were gone, and in their place, only delirious rapture remained. Her desire-swollen breasts danced slightly beneath her sensuously writhing torso, moving in time to the mercilessly skewering cock of the dog as it slid deeply into her from behind, a relentless hot poker of lewdly glistening flesh burying itself deeply and excitingly within her.

Stella's breath was coming in tight, frantic gasps, and the burning sensation bubbling in her belly was almost too much to bear. She felt as if her eyes would burst right out of her head. The wild fluttering in her loins increased savagely in intensity with each prolonged moment that she watched the teenager on the screen being ravished as she imagined her own daughter must have been ravished last night. The excited heat of the audience around her communicated itself and bathed everyone in perspiration. She could feel sweat trickling down her belly and mingling with the moistly trickling perfume at her pubic curls. She squirmed her vagina down harder against the cushion of the couch, stroking furiously on the college student's throbbing cock at the same time. She bit hard on her lower lip, struggling to hold back a groan of sheer, unadulterated passion.

Jackie, on the other end of the couch next to Matt, was breathing heavily as she stared abjectly at the flickering movie screen. She didn't remember where she was or with whom… She could feel Matt's eagerly wandering hand tracing slowly up the insides of her silky naked thighs, but in her titillated imagination, she thought it was Kaiser, licking up toward her cunt the way he had last night. In her so recently stimulated mind, the young daughter of Stella Burnside had never imagined that anyone – a dog or a man – could possibly stick his hugely erected cock right into that tiny puckering channel of her rectum, but now that she was seeing it with her own eyes, it seemed like an exciting, and enticing possibility. She could already feel her ass-cheeks twitching, as she dreamed how some time she and Kaiser would actually try what the girl in the movie was doing right now.

Matt's fingers contacted the tiny hard bud of her clitoris through her panties at exactly the same time that Stella whispered hotly into Greg Sullivan's ear, "Oh, honey, let me taste your gorgeous cock!"

"Shit!" Greg spat out unconsciously, looking up apprehensively to make sure no one had heard him. But everyone in the theater, including the other two occupants of the green couch, was avidly watching the film, and Greg groaned again as he slid down to let Mrs. Burnside lean over his loins. He curled his fingers into her long, thick black hair, gripping her head and forcing her mouth down over his throbbing, blood-bloated cock. Her hand cupped his sperm-heavy balls affectionately, as her brain spun deliriously.

Dizzying sensations swam through her lust-ridden brain like hot lava, as she gagged and gurgled over the young near-stranger's delicious hardness, lapping at the underside and all around it. She swirled her tongue all over the swollen veins, as his healthy testicles pumped pulsating blood furiously into them. Her eyes closed with ecstasy and her nostrils flared, as she forgot that she was supposed to be watching a movie, at her place of employment.

Greg tried to stifle his groans, but he had lost control of his body. Christ, he thought, that's her daughter sitting next to me… God! But then he amended it, Oh, well, it's Matt's affair, anyway, not mine… I didn't know what these chicks were like!

He opened his eyes again to look at the movie, and the obscenely swaying body of young Cecilia kneeling before the rapidly hunching German Shepherd. The Argentinean girl had gone completely out of her mind now, and she was shouting in Spanish to the dumb beast through desperately clenched teeth. She was begging him, literally, to fuck her harder, to spew his burning hot cum deep up into her greedily yearning cunt. She wanted to be filled with his animal semen, as she twisted like an animal herself before his powerful assault. She was just a mass of trembling, desire-deranged flesh, pleading to be fucked and dominated by the dog on her back, its heavily hardened cock pistoning mercilessly in and out of her young rectal passage. She was actually reveling in the humiliation of being fucked from behind by an animal in front of a movie camera, and she ground her buttocks salaciously back against him.

Greg couldn't tear his eyes away, but the building pressure in his sperm-laden balls was becoming excruciating, as Stella sucked ravenously on his bulging young cock, practically devouring him alive as her own loins tingled excitingly.

Cecilia's long red hair was flailing wildly as the furious beast thundered into her, and Greg had the strangely erotic impression that the movie on the screen was somehow real, and happening in obscene conjunction with Mrs. Burnside's oral sucking on his heatedly sensitive penis seemed to be part of the movie on the screen, and it made his balls churn and nearly boil over to think about it.

Suddenly, there was a fierce cry from the lust-possessed red-head in the movie. She threw her head from side to side screaming in combined torment and delight. It was obvious that she was hurtling through the most soul-shattering orgasm ever, as she bucked viciously back against the dog.

The huge animal's tongue lolled wetly from his mouth as he fucked wildly into her backside, and his saliva dripped into a pool that had formed in the smooth estuary of her youthful back. She rammed her nakedly quivering buttocks back hard, sobbing and laughing at the same time as she felt the first hot jets of his thick animal cum spurt deeply into her greedily clasping rectal channel.

Greg watched in licentious fascination, feeling his own urgent need to cum pressuring impossibly in his balls. He clutched his fingers into the black-haired woman's cheeks to press them tighter around his inflating cockshaft.

And on the screen, Cecilia's smooth round buttocks contracted uncontrollably, signalling the orgiastic upheaval of not only her quivering, flagellating vagina, but her tightly locked anal passage as well. Thick, white liquid oozed from her rectum, spreading all over her sensuously quivering ass-cheeks, thin trails of sticky dog-cum that ran down back of the olive columns of her thighs. Her buttocks shone, displaying soaked pubic hair down bellow, and pink, exhausted rectal flesh, just above, as she pitched forward on the mattress to land on her face.

The dog's slowly deflating penis slid from her semen-flooded back passage with a lewd hissing sound that echoed reverberatingly throughout the dead-silent movie audience, and Greg Sullivan had to hold his breath to keep from groaning aloud.

I can't cum in her mouth… Shit… I've got to hold back… he was saying over and over to himself, but he knew even then that nothing in the world could stop the incredible flood that was threatening to break the dam in his balls.

And then it happened. The steel spring in his balls uncoiled, spitting out through the burning head of his cock while Stella continued to suck without pausing, squirting upward through her greedily locked lips and back down again.

Greg moaned and bucked like a horse as the juice of his loins squirted out this way and that, painting the walls and roof of the gorgeous woman's mouth, striking with burning heat back against her hungrily working tonsils.

Mrs. Burnside sucked endlessly, in a sweet, prurient dream of ecstasy. It was something she had always craved, and especially now since her divorce, she enjoyed the pungent flavor and heat of a young man's cum. As the last spurt of his milk-white orgasm struck the back of her throat she suctioned in her cheeks voraciously, to vacuum every last drop from the glans opening of his slick young penis. Then she raised her head from his steaming, satisfied loins, and stood up quietly.

The movie was almost over, she knew, and she had to be out in front selling tickets to the next show before the crowds started lining up outside. At the exit to the showing room, Stella paused to look back at her daughter, wedged happily between the two young men, and she smiled knowingly. Jackie's going to be all right, after all! she exulted. Matt and Greg will never leave her alone now!

And it was a good thing, too, because there was a certain male that Stella was interested in now, too, a male animal who had been responsible for Jackie's demise.