Mom's Love of Dogs
(Mm/Ff, inc, best, size)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.org

Wooten's Pedigrees wasn't what Anya Bacula expected. The 40-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 Wooten's 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! Anya 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, "Wooten's Pedigrees - Please Ring." There were two other doorbell buttons, and Anya 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 Anya turned slightly to talk to him.

"Is this Wooten's 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 Daniel Wooten."

Anya was somewhat taken aback. You're Daniel Wooten? 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. Bacula, the lady who called," he said. "The dogs are out back, if you'll follow me."

Anya 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. Daniel 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?" Daniel asked, when they had stopped by the gate in the fence.

"That's right," Anya 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. Anya wondered how her daughter Staci would take to a gorgeous guy like Daniel Wooten. 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 Staci, Anya reflected. She hoped sincerely that her own stormy marriage to Vic Bacula 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 Staci wasn't pretty! Lord no! Staci Bacula 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 Anya herself, but for some reason - perhaps because of Vic's constant leering and crude remarks - Staci Bacula 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, Daniel 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 hardon!

Daniel 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. Daniel continued to explain just exactly what the dogs were trained to do and what they were trained not to do, as Anya Bacula 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 Anya Bacula'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 Daniel, 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?"

Anya 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 Staci's sake that Anya 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 Vic. 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 "Scores Club" that Anya 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 - 2p to Midnight on weekdays, and 4p until 2a on weekends. Although she drove her 2003 Porsche, which she had won in the suit for divorce, to and from her job, Anya worried about leaving young Staci 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 Daniel 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 Anya Bacula as a cock- hustling slut was a conjecture of Vic Bacula's imagination and no one else's. It had been Vic who had imagined that all his old college buddies were after Anya's body, during the early years of their marriage. In fact, that was why, when Staci 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 Vic had begun imagining that Anya was seeing his neighbors, or fooling around with her friends' husbands. In the quiet, residential neighborhood where they lived, Anya Bacula 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 Staci, Anya 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 asscheeks, and she always dressed to perfection, in clothes that showed off her assets nicely.

Any man in Vic's position as this incredible creature's husband would have been watchful, it's true. But Vic over-reacted. He took to locking Anya 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 Staci was twelve, and her young breasts were beginning to bud, Vic 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 Staci 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 Staci Bacula's sheer pink panties. No wonder the girl was afraid of men!

Finally, Vic had insisted that Staci 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 Anya 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 Vic's meandering. Once, he had even laid a sexy little secretary at an office party, while Anya 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 Staci!

Anya had prudently refrained from making a scene at the party, and she even decided to let this one instance of Vic'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 Anya 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 Vic was in better spirits than he had been for some time.

Anya 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 Vic Bacula could mean only one thing. And sure enough, after Vic 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. Anya 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 Anya Bacula. Staci 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 Staci was sixteen, knowing that it would only be a matter of time before Vic 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 Staci.

It was also around then that Anya began to notice Staci'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 Vic had left, Anya transferred Staci 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 Vic and Anya Bacula had been elected homecoming queen, only to turn down the honor.

When Staci graduated from high school last June, Anya 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 Anya to pay the fees and tuitions at the state colleges and universities, because although Vic was still liable for support payments a long as Staci 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 Staci 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. Staci's schedule at American River Junior College, a tuition-free institution not far from the Burnsides' new apartment, was almost the exact opposite of Anya'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 Anya couldn't be around to look after Staci, 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 Anya 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 Staci needed to have around.

She raised her eyes to the proudly watching young dog breeder. Daniel 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. Bacula... 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 Anya Bacula has to offer!

Anya 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. Wooten?" she asked, her voice a low, husky purr. "And how can I pay you?"

Daniel Wooten 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...."

Anya'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. Wooten," she stammered, but her eyes were still glinting speculatively, "I didn't realize a dog would cost quite so much."

"He's purebred, Mrs. Bacula," Daniel 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."

Anya 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," Daniel said quickly, pulling from his back pocket a squashed pack of cigarettes. It was the first time he had smoked since Anya 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 Staci, the older woman reminded herself, and she had seen Staci smoke on occasion, particularly when the blonde teenager was nervous. Maybe Daniel Wooten was nervous now, she reflected, and took advantage of the situation.

"Perhaps, Mr. Wooten, I could get you tickets to the theater where I work - Scores."

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 Scores Club was located. Anya Bacula 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. Bacula, 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 Daniel had refused. But something about Mrs. Bacula 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. Bacula'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. Anya Bacula 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 Anya Bacula for a mother would have to be built!

Daniel grinned inwardly as he handed Anya 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 Anya 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.

Staci wasn't home from school yet, so Anya 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, Anya 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 Staci's bed at night.

Oh, well, Anya 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 Staci 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 Staci wouldn't be alarmed at seeing a strange dog in the apartment.

But Anya 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!" Staci 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." Staci 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 Staci 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!" Staci 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, Staci 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 Staci 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. Staci 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?" Staci 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." Staci 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 Anya'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 Staci, she might as well have been at work.

"Oh, God, Kaiser... Oh, God, you can't do that." Staci 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.

Staci 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 Staci 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 cuntlips, 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.

Staci, 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." Staci 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 pussy, drawing upward to encounter the mysterious electrical bud of her clit.

"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 pussy 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 asscheeks. 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!

Staci 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!

"Staci, darling, is that you?" Anya Bacula'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. "Staci, 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. Staci Bacula 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--?" Staci 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," Anya 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 Staci, she thought. I've heard it about some women... but not my Staci! 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!

Staci 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 Anya telling her about this or that boy whom she had met recently. Then she'd go on about how nice he would look with Staci, and how fantastic young men could make you feel. Recently - especially since her father had left them - Staci's mother would even hint about sex, and intercourse! It made the poor teenager wince!

Anya 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 Staci 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.

"Staci, just hear me out!" Anya exclaimed, holding her ground. The ex-wife of Vic Bacula 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 Staci 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. Anya knew well enough what the pretty blonde teenager was referring to. It was that ill-fated blind date she had arranged for Staci last summer.

Gary Starkoff was a football player who had graduated from high school in June, in the same class with Staci. He'd taken a summer job in his father's stationery store, two doors down from the Scores Club, 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 Anya 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.

Anya 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 Anya 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. Bacula."

When she hung up, Gary croaked, "A-Are you Staci Bacula's mother?" Around school, Staci Bacula 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 babe 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!" Anya 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 Staci, charming young Gary Starkoff should be able to!

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

At first, Staci 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." Staci 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. Staci 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, Staci 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 Staci'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 Staci'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 Staci 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 Anya Bacula's daughter's heavily swaying 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 breasts, and yes, even a few grown woman's adult breasts, too - but never before had he laid eyes on quite so fine a pair as Staci Bacula's. He released his fat ten-inch cock from the confines of his pants and began stroking it automatically, skinning back the long, thick foreskin to expose the shiny, purpling head.

Staci 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 thick ten-inch 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, Staci 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, Staci! 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 asscheeks, 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 Staci 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," Staci 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 hardon." His deep blue eyes flashed angrily, and he started the car engine even before Staci 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 Staci 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, Staci remembered dreaming about a boy - as her sleep-visions were filled with huge, blood- engorged penises.

Now, nearly two months later, Staci 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 Daniel Wooten 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!" Staci 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 Staci Bacula, he had made several deliberate passes at Anya, 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! Staci 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, Staci." Anya 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 Daniel 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 Daniel Wooten while she was working at Scores!

"Hey, Mrs. Bacula!" 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, Daniel," 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," Anya 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?" Daniel replied a little sadly. He did wonder briefly what Mrs. Bacula'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 Daniel's age hardly knew about, except by watching old movies. Most women Daniel's age were more independent and practical, having lost that seductive aura that Mrs. Bacula displayed so voluptuously.

Anya 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 Staci, 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, Daniel," 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 Anya Bacula was absolutely overpowering, and like tens of young men before him, Daniel Wooten was reeling mentally with the forbidden possibilities.

Anya was a light eater, and bought an apple and a Scotch-and-soda from the proprietor of a bar next door to Scores. Then she led young Daniel 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," Anya 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, Daniel 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!"

Daniel looked up at his hostess with a lewd twinkle in his eyes. He made no secret of his huge hardon anymore, and he even boldly loosened his pants to give himself room to breathe. Anya 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."

Anya smiled again. "I bet you'd like to see the movie, wouldn't you?" she whispered.

Daniel 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! Daniel!" Anya 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 Anya 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 Staci, she thought to herself. He'd have scared her off for sure!

Anya 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 G-cup breasts swayed and bobbed with their mutual effort, and she knew that they were enough to give Daniel - or any other man - a hardon 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 Anya Bacula had the tiniest, girlish waist which flared outward into a full firm pair of hips that were just made for bedroom games. If Vic 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!

Daniel 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 pussy, moistening slightly with her shimmery liquid secretion.

The gorgeous theater ticket-seller was completely naked, now, although in all honesty, Daniel 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 asscheeks 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, nine and half-inch penis. Her experienced fingers wrapped sensuously around its girth and began to stroke slowly in teasing, tightening strokes, causing his firm young asscheeks 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 Daniel 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 Daniel'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. Daniel 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 Anya'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 Daniel Wooten's 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 babe 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 Anya 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.

Daniel'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.

Anya 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, Daniel," she groaned, "God, your cock is soooo wonderful... Just let me lick it and make it all big and hard again, Daniel, 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 slippery cum 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 Daniel'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, Daniel, 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 Anya Bacula'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, Daniel," 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 Daniel'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, Daniel! 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.

Daniel 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. Anya'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 pussy arched upward through ascending levels toward the blinding light of her rapidly approaching orgasm. "Aaaaahhh, God, yeeesssss," she moaned up toward the ceiling as young Daniel Wooten slithered his strong, sinewy hands under the wildly pumping cheeks of her asscheeks 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.

Daniel 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!" Daniel 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 Daniel's neck, now slithered down so her long, painted nails dug into the dog breeder's pummeling asscheeks 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 Anya's openly spread legs. Daniel 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 Anya 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 pussy, 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 asscheeks and cunt from the profusion of sexual juices gushing from her burning loins.

"Ooooooohhh, GGGOOODDDD, Daniel! Ddddeeeper!" she wailed, as the woman on the movie screen behind the partition let out a similar, echoing scream, "AAAAAUUUGHH... Ooohhh!"

Anya 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 pussy 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. Daniel 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 asscheeks, 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 Anya's female orgasm started the slow aching pressure in Daniel's groin, and he gripped the cheeks of her rotating asscheeks and squeezed with furious strength, feeling her cringe as he began to gush jet after jet of hotly spewing cum into her widely stretched pussy.

"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."

"Ooooooooogod!"


Across town from the Scores Club, Staci Bacula sat at the dinette table with a Western Civilization book spread out before her. She had fallen behind in her reading this week, especially since her mother, Anya, had bought the handsome, lithe guard dog and brought him home to live with them. Kaiser was curled up under the table in a semi-sleep state, his big shapely head resting comfortably against the teenager's slender bare ankles. And although nothing untoward had happened between the blonde girl and the black-and-tan dog since that first afternoon, there was still a discernible tension between them, a sort of mutual bond building gradually until one day or night soon it was going to explode.

The TV was on, and the young coed could see the picture by merely twisting her head so she could peer around the short wall that divided the dining area from the living room. Strangely, the program was some kind of documentary on the history of man's best friend, and several times Staci found herself leaning on her palms, watching the scenes of domesticated canine pets with their masters and mistresses. Once, during a sequence about police dogs, Kaiser even raised his head at the sound of a bark from a member of his own breed. It was intensely interesting to both dog and girl alike the way the beasts and their human owners seemed to take to each other, and the lengths to which either would go to protect and preserve the other.

Staci was aware of Kaiser's hot breath on her ankles, and she reached down under the table to scratch the dog's sleek neck with her slender, long-nailed fingers. "We'll be just like those dogs and people, won't we, boy?" she murmured softly, and then turned her attention back to her reading.

But no matter how hard she tried to force herself to keep her attention on the book, the teenage student's mind seemed to wander. First, she saw a picture of a Roman lying on a low slab of marble in the book, and that reminded her of what her professor had said about Roman orgies. Supposedly, the Romans were a lot more "liberal" about sex than people gave them credit for, although most of the freedom was for men only.

Still, Dr. Landing had given a rather vivid description of a typical orgy, and apparently it wasn't uncommon for a person to have sexual relations with two, three, or even four different people in a single night. Often there would be entertainment, too, with pretty young slave girls performing incredible unmentionable acts with each other, and sometimes, although there weren't many accounts of it, there would be sodomizing relations between a human slave and a dog or other inhuman beast.

That, of course, turned Staci's imagination to the sleek furry creature lounging at her feet, and she remembered the guilty illicit association she had almost allowed on the first night Kaiser had been here. Just thinking about it made her smooth young thighs tremble, and she could feel the narrow crotchband of her white nylon panties becoming hot with the seething warmth of her churning cunt. Slowly, but inexorably, tiny glistening droplets of her virginal lubricating fluid seeped out from between the delicately self- flagellating lips of her tender pussy, to be absorbed in the fabric of her panties.

Uncomfortably, the tall, gorgeous blonde girl shifted in her chair, and accidentally let Kaiser's head slip from its balance against her ankles. A low growl erupted from the dog's deep barrel chest, and he gradually stretched his front paws forward and pushed himself up to a stance. His nose seemed to stiffen and his ears perked up as he responded instinctively to the stimulus that he couldn't yet identify. He peered up over the flat wooden seat of the chair, and his big, brown eyes were focused directly into the darkened valley between Staci's unconsciously twitching thighs.

The scent! It was the scent of the fresh young virgin's silent arousal that had attracted the dog, causing him to fully awaken himself from his half-nap to give all his attentions to the female who subconsciously beckoned. His sensitive, muscular body recorded the vibrations of Staci's silent trembling, and his keen nostrils flared with the sweet musky odor of her cunt. Deliberately, he ran his chin along the flat seat of the chair, forcing with his nose and face the girl's luscious thighs apart.

"Oh! Kaiser" Staci cried out, pushing the chair back from the table so she could look underneath. Her face was red with shame and embarrassment, as she saw how her short skirt had been shoved completely up around her waist, and she realized at the same time that she had been day-dreaming again instead of reading. "Nnoooo, not again," she moaned.

Ruefully, Staci looked back at the book and reflected that she had not even finished a page all evening. It was nine o'clock, and she hadn't made herself anything for dinner, although she had made certain that Kaiser was well fed as soon as she got back from school. Now, the young blonde girl felt the now-familiar heat radiating from her tortured loins to fill her whole tense young body with a sensual glow, and the dog's rasping breath washed over her panty-clad loins under the table.

"Oh, God, oh God," she moaned over and over again to herself. She didn't have the strength or the will to push Kaiser away, but at the same time, her over-worked imagination spun with the combined visions of Roman orgies and salacious sodomy and herself, in various untried, obscene positions. Her mind flew back to that night at the drive-in with Gary Starkoff, and it made her shudder even now in remembered horror to realize how dangerously close she had come that night.

Again, she looked down at the reverently nuzzling beast between her quivering thighs, and she thought that in some fantastic, twisted way it would be less dangerous to take Kaiser as a lover than it would be to have a human lover.

"God!" she said aloud. But it still seemed to be true... In the first place, Kaiser would protect her - he was doing that already. And then, the faithful dog would always be loyal, where a relationship between two humans could easily crumble, just as the marriage between her mother and father had. There would be none of the whispered insinuations about her involvement, either, the way there had been about her mother when they had lived in Carmichael.

"My, God! Staci exclaimed again. It seemed almost too perfect to be true!

She turned her speculative, blue-green eyes to the big brown ones of the German Shepherd, and her lovely face relaxed into a sly, anticipating smile. She felt rather than heard Kaiser's growl of tacit agreement, and slowly, she stood up from the wooden chair and tiptoed into the living room, with the big, eager dog following so close at her heels that she nearly tripped trying to keep from stepping on him.

His long, rough pink tongue had slipped out of the side of his mouth, and long, dribbling drools of his animal saliva dropped on the carpet as he waited by Staci's bedside. The pretty human female was throwing the backrests off her single day-bed, pulling it away from the wall the way she did every night before going to sleep. Hurriedly, she tore off the fitted slip-cover, revealing to Kaiser's gaze for the first time the shiny pink satin of Staci's coverlet, and just underneath it, the smooth, silky sheen of her white satin sheets.

The cool feel of the fabric reminded the blonde girl that she was still a virgin, that it wasn't too late to back out, and for a fleeting moment, she wondered if what she was doing would be right. After all, Kaiser was just a young innocent puppy, really, who responded to his instincts without any conscious thought. Would she be corrupting him, by allowing him to participate in her lewd sodomizing fantasies? And in addition, there was the nagging question of what would happen to her. Could she lose her virginity to a dog? What she had seen of Kaiser's penis the other night was nearly as long as she remembered Gary Starkoff's human penis, but she way sure that it was not nearly so thick as the young football player's organ. Would Kaiser's dog-cock slip safely up into her virgin womb without disturbing her virginity? Or would she really be giving her most precious possession by succumbing to the overwhelming unnatural desire to feel Kaiser up inside her untouched pussy?

Oh, no, I can't let it happen, she thought, standing upright with the sheet still in her hand. It would be wrong... Of course it's wrong... I don't know what made me think I could do it... with a dog... or a man, or anyone! God, what would Daddy think if he knew the things that are going through my mind?

The guilt-ridden young teenager looked sadly at the eagerly trembling young dog who was waiting patiently by the bed. She looked through the archway into the dining room, where her Western Civ book was still open on the dinette table, and she glanced at the TV, where the dog show was just ending.

"I-I'm sorry, Kaiser," she whispered in a throaty voice. "I guess I just got carried away." She started to remake the bed, slowly, reluctantly pulling the smooth satin sheets and quilted satin coverlet back up over the mattress. But a wet, cold pressure against the backs of her firm tan thighs halted her careful deliberate motions.

"Kaiser!" Staci exclaimed in frustrated exasperation. "I said, 'No!'" But when she whirled around to see the big, innocent brown eyes of the young German Shepherd staring pleadingly up into her own, the beautiful blonde immediately softened, bending down to run her hand along the puppy's smooth, strong back. "Oh, I'm sorry, boy... I just don't know what to do!"

As if in answer to her rhetorical question, Kaiser nuzzled tighter against her slightly parted thighs, causing her to lose her balance and fall forward across the bed. He eagerly leapt up beside her, mounting her lightly clothed body in an almost sexual fashion as he leaned his head down so close to her burning cheek that she could feel his hot breath washing over her smooth skin. Slowly, her small hands crept up to the sides of the animal's perfectly symmetrical face, and she opened her lush red lips with her tiny, quivering pink tongue - only to have his long, saliva-moistened lingual member slurp out to touch it with a burning caress of a French kiss!

The teenager gasped, trembling all over. For the first time, she got an inkling that perhaps she wasn't in complete control of her relations with the huge friendly German Shepherd puppy. Maybe it was Kaiser who was actually entertaining all the salacious ideas, letting her think that she was alone in having the forbidden thoughts. God, is this what Mother meant when she said Kaiser was trained to look after women? Did she mean look after women like that?!

As Staci looked deeply into the pools of Kaisers eyes, she realized that there was no turning back. All of the deeply welling frustration of her virginal arousal was swirling in her sexually ignored young loins, boiling... churning... toward the mouth of her virginal cunt. She couldn't keep herself now from exchanging these small, fervent kisses with her new pet, and he whimpered with a low sensual growl that seemed to shoot up right between her legs.

Staci leapt up off the bed, throwing her light summer skirt carelessly away from her body, and then applying her small slender fingers to the dainty buttons that held her thin cotton blouse in front. As she removed the garment with unconsciously heated sensuous movements, Kaiser's long tongue slipped wetly from between his powerful jaws, dripping with excited secretions, as his lithe young body inched close to the edge of the slick satin bed.

The girl he was watching was kicking off her high platform sandals hurriedly, clattering them on the carpet and bare floor like Dutch wooden shoes. Then, she arched her back so that her huge, softly firm breasts jutted proudly into the air like two gigantic, brassiere- encased pyramids, as her fingers found the clasp of the lacy undergarment and hastily released it. Her enormous heaving female mounds burst free of their filmy prison immediately, swaying enticingly downward as Staci leaned over to hook her thumbs into the waistband of her thin white panties.

She could feel the moisture of her own arousal in the narrow crotchband of her nylon panties as she slowly eased them down over her firmly rounded young asscheeks. Slowly, with unconscious eroticism, she slid the thin undergarment down the smooth, columnar length of her shapely thigh, watching intently the dog's eagerly attentive face. One by one Staci raised her bare tan calves to slip them out of the legbands of her bikini panties, until finally, she dangled the thin fabric from one big toe, letting it swish the air before she dropped it on the floor.

Kaiser could hardly contain himself as his excited senses recognized her female need for him. The piquant aroma rising from the fluid heat of her human loveliness filled his nostrils just as he had tasted it from her mouth, intoxicating him wildly. Staci did not sit back down right away. Instead, she swung her long blonde hair over the smooth tan skin of her back, feeling the way it made her flesh quiver with anticipated excitement. The aura of her untried sexual desire was growing stronger and stronger, and it was sweet and sensual in Kaiser's flaring nostrils.

His flanks began to throb powerfully as the lovely human teenager seated herself on the edge of the cool satin sheet-covered mattress. Immediately, the handsome beast saw his chance, and he moved in between her naked thighs to rest his head on her lap. The hot, spicy fragrance echoing from her loins fled up between her warm, creamy soft thighs and saturated his animated sexual instincts.

"Mmmmm, Kaiser," Staci breathed, laying her head back on the bed as she stroked the dog's great handsome head on her nervously trembling virginal thighs. "God, I just can't believe it... You're such a mind- blower, Kaiser boy... You know that, don't you?"

And she sighed to herself as she realized that it was true. Kaiser was much more than just a magnificent guard dog. His potential was truly staggering, as she responded subtly to the indefinable aristocratic quality of his masculinity. She saw that she was completely enchanted by this fine, almost human male, and she thought that he was probably aware of it as well. He knew she had hesitated in sitting down because she was afraid of what he was doing with the coolness of his nose at this very moment.

Staci gazed down at him and smiled. His animal eyes were filled with affection - yes - but there was more, too. There was also that devilish lustful expression that Staci had seen in human men's eyes a few times before, too. It was the way Gary Starkoff had looked at her at the drive-in, and it was the way some of her Mother's boyfriends regarded her when they were first introduced.

The poor teenager groaned as her brain swam with all kinds of confused feelings and emotions. She knew for sure that she was sexually aroused. Even though she was still a virgin, she had experienced this same tense, quivering sensation a few times before, although she had never satisfied it in any other way than self-masturbation. The very thought that she was about to let herself succumb to the impossible intensity of her sexual desire filled her with apprehension, and it was all the more fearful when she thought that she wasn't going to be giving her virginity to a human male - she was about to make love to a huge, eager dog!

But there was nothing else that would end this mad, seething feeling in her loins - nothing but sex, and God! She was aflame with lust and, lascivious virginal yearning, even though she had never experienced just what it was that she needed! There was a total, engulfing dampness between her legs, making her inner thighs all sticky and shivery, and there was no way she could deny it. There was no doubt that Kaiser had sensed it all along, in his instinctive brutish way.

The large German Shepherd sensed his mistress's helplessly rising emotions. He, too, was unsettled, but he recognized her anxiety as the same that all human females experienced - at least all the human females he had ever had, and that included four or five at the dog breeder's as well as two others from next door. The curvaceous young contours of her female flesh made him pant with open jaws as he saw in her elaborate, sensual beauty all the hidden secrets that he had come to love and enjoy with the other female humans he had met.

His hungry eyes focused in particular on the golden pubic ringlets partially hidden between her soft warm thighs, wherein nestled the thin, warmly heated little crevice he remembered so clearly from the first afternoon when he had licked her so fervently there.

Staci smiled down at him warmly but tremulously. Something throbbed violently in the leaden, bull weight of Kaiser's urgent loins and he suddenly began to lick pantingly at her thighs and calves, sliding his big, handsome head down off her quivering lap.

"Ooooooh, KKkkaaaaiiiser," the teenager crooned softly down at him. Purest sensuality seemed to be churning within her long-denied virgin loins and she thought again of the handsome young men her mother had tried to set her up with. Why couldn't they have turned her on as wonderfully and obscenely as this gorgeous German Shepherd puppy was doing?

Suddenly her hands came up and cupped her nude breasts, which seemed to be aching with their own weight from her nipples outward. She massaged the hotly swollen mounds and her tiny, pink nipples began to enlarge and throb out like tiny rubber pencil erasers. Staci felt as if she were a raging inferno. Her breasts seemed to ache every bit as much as her loins.

"Ooooaaah... I... I can't d-do it... B-but... aaaaaah," she whimpered, taking his face in her hands again. "I'm scared, Kaiser. I'm afraid... that, that it will hurt... God, you're soooo gorgeous, boy."

The excited animal's eyes gleamed and its penis began sliding out of its furry sheath again. Not long now and his beautiful young mistress would let him do the things he so ardently wanted to do - in his dog's mind he was sure of it. Still, he had to wait until she was ready... He knew he had to get her going until she would literally beg for his animal cock.

Staci had never known the equal of this lewd, feverish sensation which had made such a furnace in her young belly. The seething, fluid little channel of her cunt seemed to be raging with unquenched desire, but for what? Her own short, panting breaths did not seem real to her. Now, as she lay back on the pink satin quilt with her trembling thighs spread nakedly apart, her fingertips wandered upward over the silky softness of her ribcage to the huge, sensually swollen mounds of her breasts, and she squeezed them until they hurt. Her fingers found the tiny, bone-hard nipples and pinched them narcicistically, imagining that her fingers were the digits of some imaginary human lover.

And then her eyes glazed over smokily and she gazed down the side of the bed, her eyes searching the burning ones of her handsome dog lover, waiting and whining in aroused frustration.

Kaiser felt the pulsating quiver of his enlivened, powerful loins at the obvious torrid craving of his naked teenage mistress. Her savage, animal need was present in her burning turquoise eyes as well as in that marvelous scent which wafted up from her cunt like warm winter chestnuts or something equally sweet. His heart pounded in his broad young chest at the sight of her long, golden hair fanned out on the pink coverlet beneath her beautiful head. The waiting was becoming unbearable.

"Mmmmmm, God, boy, come up here, now... Come up here with your new Mommy," came the girl's heated murmur. "Kaiser... Oh, Kaiser, I want to feel you next to me, just like before... Only this time, I want you to do it to me! YES! I want you to do it to me with your penis, Kaiser!"

A great breath of relief echoed from the big dog's excitedly heaving chest, and then he took one effortless leap and was onto the bed, momentarily poised like a God over her spread-open legs. Staci's breath caught in her throat as she watched him so urgently surveying her naked and voluptuously exposed virgin flesh.

It's not too late, Staci! an urgent voice inside her head insisted threateningly. You can still stop this... this depravity! Her lovely young face took on a pained, concentrating expression, as she tried to tell herself that she could and would put a stop to this dangerous, forbidden union, before it was too late!

But for eighteen-year old Staci Bacula the moment of retreat had already passed. Before her inexperienced mind was capable of realizing it, the decision had been made, and Kaiser lowered his head and licked out with his hot, wet tongue over the smooth white flesh of her nervously convulsing belly!

"Mmmmmnnnn," she moaned ecstatically, her eyes rolling back up into her head, "Oooooh, darling Kaiser!"

Her groans deepened in helplessness as she felt the fierce, mind- shattering delight of his hotly curling tongue, and then she got herself together enough to raise herself up on her elbows, her long blonde hair swinging around so that she could watch him as he lapped upward over the small round basin of her excitedly tingling stomach. Higher and higher he licked at her shivering young flesh, until at last he was licking at the smooth, sensitive round undersides of her lust- swollen breasts - and then creeping upward over them to her now almost bursting nipples.

"Ooooooh, that's fantastic, Kaiser." she groaned without shame, her hands coming ecstatically up and around to grip his furry head as he prolonged this ardent devotion. His fervid tongue caress flicked wetly at the pink erogenous tips again and again, until Staci felt as if they were being touched by a live electric wire, and maddening spasms of desire made her body jerk and twitch.

By now she was so far gone that her feverish brain had become a blank to everything but the wonderful sensations his adoringly lapping tongue stimulated in her helplessly fluttering belly. Kaiser whimpered from deep in his throat, and her impassioned eyes fixed lovingly on his features. Then his own big brown eyes raised to meet hers in a kiss of sight older than time, and a glow seemed to hang between them like a bridge. Staci waited breathlessly, unable to speak, unable to move, her lips parted and gasping, a helpless love-slave before the ferocious sensuality of the furry dog-beast. He moved slowly upward to lick at her open and willing young mouth.

"Ohhhhhh, mmmm," she gurgled into his parted jaws.

Kaiser could feel his blood boiling fiercely as it rushed along through his powerful body.

She tasted the delicate pink spear of his tongue in her mouth, lapping at it and loving its sweetness that was so hot and urgent, and all the while faint mewling sounds of worship broke devotedly from his throat.

He saw now that her eyes had shut ecstatically as she lay there beneath the dominating, enervating caress of his hungry tongue, even though she continued to return affection for affection with her own small pink lingual organ.

Instinctively, Kaiser sensed that it was time. Suddenly, his intense tonguing ceased and Staci felt the bed give way from his moving weight. She opened her eyes to find him positioning himself between her slightly spreading legs!

"Oh, my God!" she inhaled, as her eyes and nostrils flared. It had taken forever for her to accustom herself to the thought that she might allow herself to be brought to orgasm by the animal's fervent ministrations, but now the sight of himself positioning his haunches between her legs suddenly renewed her virginal fear. "No, Kaiser!" she stammered in a high-pitched voice. "Down, boy! Down!"

She tried to take his handsome face in her hands but he made a low growl that sent a thrilling shiver of fear through her loins. Everything inside her screamed Rape! I'm going to be raped of my virginity by a dog!. Her breathing came in sharp, punctuated gasps, her mind spinning crazily out of control. The nakedly trembling teenager could not seem to control herself as her legs, as though by their own uncontrollable volition, fell mindlessly open. Oh, no! she thought frantically again. I've got to make him stop!

Lifting her head again and breathing more raggedly than ever, young Staci watched Kaiser poise his beautiful head above the obscenely offered deliciousness between her fully flushed tan thighs. There, in the center of the split was her spinning blonde pubic mound, fairly soaking with all the juice that her pussy was spewing out in warmly trickling waves. And centered in that, the thin, hair-fringed lips of her pussy, slick with her sexual need, waited ecstatically for the burning lap of his tongue or whatever other pleasure-giving organ he cared to use.

The memory of what they'd done earlier in the week raced through the blonde girl's hot, feverish mind. Intoxicated with unsatisfied lust, she heard her own almost animalistic whimper, and then she felt her flesh get hot as Kaiser slowly lowered his nose in between her trembling thighs, his ragged pants scorching her sparse blonde pubic curls like flames from a blow-torch.

Staci groaned and closed her eyes, continuing to groan incessantly and without letup. It was too late now, for sure... Too late! her lust- dazed imagination screamed.

His cool wet nose brushed moistly against the flaming flesh of her inner thigh, and a gasp broke chokingly from her throat. The blood- heated lips of her lust-flooded pussy trembled in heart-stopping anticipation, frantic with desire. Kaiser whimpered as he sniffed hotly at her exposed loins, and somehow, it seemed to make the prospect of actually fucking into her all the more exciting. Her tense young thighs fell open wider still, and she drew them back up slightly.

Suddenly, the coolness of the German Shepherd's nose moved lower between her legs, pressing apart the soft resilient cheeks of her naked asscheeks and brushing wetly against the tiny puckered circle of her exposed and vulnerable anus.

"Oooooh, God, Kaiser," she breathed, helplessly trapped by an obscene emotion that had no name. There was a swift, whooshing intake of breath, and then her entire body felt as if it was glowing with a halo of passion, as the dog's irresistibly searching tongue splurted out between her widely spread asscheeks to wormingly lick up between the lewdly tingling cheeks of her ass, finding her snug little anal mouth and burrowing its tip deeply into the tight elastic ring.

Staci sighed away into a dream of bliss that had no beginning or end. How long the delightful titillation went on down there between her hopelessly spread asscheeks, she could no longer measure. All she sensed was that Kaiser's animal tongue never stopped swirling into the almost bursting little crevice of her asscheeks. She felt his wet, hotly searing adoration flooding upward from her rectal mouth all the way to the thin, hair-lined flanges of her cuntal folds, and then at last - Oh, God! - to the tiny, trembling erection of her barely concealed clitoral bud.

Staci shivered delectably as his tongue drew ecstatically along her clinging and throbbing cuntlips. The burning moisture of it flashed upward over the full length of her excruciatingly aching virgin pussy, then back again, until finally it spread through her softly yielding cuntal folds like a hot knife through butter.

Agony wracked the inexperienced teenage girl. She knew that she was twisting and turning on her small, satin-sheathed bed, her fire-filled breasts heaving sensuously from side to side, but she seemed to have lost control of her own body. The puppy's lapping tongue on her flaming cunt was all that mattered or existed in the world, and he seemed to control her movements completely with the sluicing of his long, thick animal tongue. Blissfully, he continued splaying open the hotly welcoming flesh of Staci's fresh young cunt, subconsciously aware that he was being given an opportunity that no other man or beast before him had ever had. Finally, with a lunging invading curl of his tongue far up into the fiercely clutching heat of her deliriously craving pussy, Kaiser dared to explore where no one ever had.

Staci moaned with lust-wracked anguish, her beautiful head with her long, wheat-colored hair flailing from side to side, her mouth opened in a constant moan that seemed to be continuous. Her entire cuntal plane spasmed with her fresh burning energy beneath his oral caresses, and occasionally she opened her lust-hazed eyes to take in the incredibly obscene spectacle of the dog's tongue, lapping so wildly and adoringly between her legs. Just the sight of it made her become even more excited by the lascivious vision of her own debauched downfall, but as always, there was the hidden knot of apprehension, that would surface just as she was about to give in.

I can't do this... I must be dreaming! she told herself fearfully, but before her dilated pupils Kaiser was swiftly and surely lapping her desirous loins. The lewdly spread blonde teenager moaned giddily from the intense sensation imparted by Kaiser's lapping tongue, sending her through a volcanic fire of erotic sensation. Her hotly smoldering young flesh seemed to be burning up in its own boiling juices with each maddening lap and flick of the instinctively working canine tongue up between her legs.

Staci's mewls escalated wildly, intermingling with her moans, groans, and whines. Her sensually ignited mind had slipped into a hot salacious bath in which she seemed to be luridly drowning. Again and again, the dog's scorching tongue sliced and swirled through her young, overheated loins, driving her wild with anguished, burning ecstasy.

The helpless blonde lost all track of time. Her erotic, hedonistic intoxication with this wonderful, delirium-producing laving was all she existed for. The heavenly, unimaginably worshipping tongue lapped madly through her wet, passion-drenched, seething blonde young pussy, until she could only whimper and squirm like some sort of animal herself. She was like a thing possessed - possessed by this demonic bestial lover, enslaved by her aching desire to be used by her German Shepherd lover who so adored her female flesh! God! she whispered to herself. God, all I want is sex, sex, sex! I'm just like Kaiser and... and Mother!

Aloud, she crooned toward the handsome dog's face, reaching down with her hands to clutch his furry ears as he worked ravenously between her legs. "Mmmmmm, Kaiser, lover! Oooooh, you're my only lover, boy... my true love... Mmmmmm... I'll never have a man, no, never! I'll never need a man, Kaiser! All I'll ever need is you!"

She wailed gutturally as he lunged his long, thick lingual organ again and again, curling once more up into her feverish clutching cuntal channel. Staci didn't know if she was dying or going crazy from the wild, ecstatic, convulsive sensations that were rocking her whole young being, body and soul, with each sensual sluice of Kaiser's flaming tongue. "Oooooooh, Kaiser, never stop licking me, honey. Just keep licking me forever and ever... Aaaaahhhh!" Her pleading came out as a long, prolonged hiss, and she frantically drew her knees all the way back to touch her erotically tingling nipples in order to give the dog greater access to her widespread cuntal mouth.

Kaiser's whines continually mingled with hers as he licked deliriously at her, his tongue lashing out like a whip inside her love-starved vaginal slit, penetrating deeply into the thin, hair-fringed folds where it gaped up at him through her obscenely upraised asscheeks and arched-back legs.

Oh, how Kaiser adored this exotic odor and the taste of her young female passion, the keen aromatic spice on his tongue and nostrils serving to enrage his mighty canine loins. Though he had experienced human female passion before, in his dog's mind he thought he had never known so fresh and young a woman as Staci Bacula, and the excitement of being the first male ever to experience her was almost overpowering for the young German Shepherd puppy.

He basked and slobbered hungrily in her ever-growing love-juices, adoring the bright blue pools of her eyes and her melodious, whimpering voice which was so warm and soothing and alluring, and which first bespoke to him her pervading innocence.

He adored her lovely face, and the way it glowed with incensed passion as she looked at him. The soft curves of her nakedly tanned body were something else he worshipped proudly, doting especially on the magnificent jutting mounds of her firm, gorgeously curved breasts. It was little wonder that he loved licking at her hot, urgent sexual core, where his instinctively expert tongue was able to magnetically draw gush after gush of hot liquid proof that she adored him too. So he excitedly tongue-flicked her curl-fringed moistness, and felt the strong urge in his ruttish, lust-driven loins clamoring for more.

Abruptly, with a rumbling growl, Kaiser suddenly stopped his tongue- fucking and backed away from Staci's seething vaginal plane.

"Wha - ?! Kaiser, what's wrong?!" the anguished girl demanded, raising herself up on her elbows, her long, blonde hair fanning out in back of her. Her eyes were humid and smoky, hungrily watching as her virgin cuntlips softly undulated against each other, desperately trying to find the swiftly removed tongue.

"Did I do something wrong, boy?" she pleaded plaintively. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean it, Kaiser. Please keep licking me, boy... God, I need you!"

But Kaiser didn't appear to be listening to her ardent love commands. Instead, eyes blazing with bestial lust, he was backing away from her half-raised position, revealing gradually to her glazed-over eyes... his cock! His gorgeous animal cock!

Breathless with wonder, her jaw hanging slack, Staci gaped at the glistening hard sexual organ that was slowly emerging from its long, furry cocoon, wet, pink, and thick, its tapered end swaying tantalizingly as it left the protective sheath in an ever-expanding length of scarlet hardness.

0h, God! It was bigger than she remembered! Staci panted wordlessly, her eyes widening in disbelief as she confronted this amazingly huge animal cock slipping so agonizingly slowly from its hairy brown sleeve. She had never in her life imagined that she could be so turned on and ready to explode, and it was doubly exciting to know that her arousal had not been caused by some horrible, lewdly conniving man, but by this innocent, and knowledgeable dog!

God! Oh, God! For the first time in her protected young life, she knew that she wanted to feel a cock up inside her unused young pussy. And she could tell that Kaiser wanted to do the same thing... just as she had suspected on that first fateful afternoon that he had lived here.

But some remnant of forgotten civilization seemed to nag and tug at the teenager's heart-strings, as she again felt the agonizing reluctance to let herself carry this wickedly forbidden act to its logical conclusion.

I'm still a virgin... I think... It's not too late... But... but I can't stand this teasing! My pussy feels ready to explode, if I don't cum pretty soon! And, ooooooh... The only way I can cum is with darling Kaiser!

"Ooooh, yessss, Darling!" she cried aloud to the hesitating dog. "I neeeeed you, lover boy! I need you!"

She couldn't keep her eyes off his still-expanding and lengthening rod as she sat up and stretched out her slender tanned arms in welcome.

"Come to Staci, Kaiser darling! Come to Staci like a good boy... I just can't wait."

Then, something seemed to snap in her consciousness, and uttering a sharp, piteous moan of anguish, she plopped back down on the damp satin sheets, her distended breasts heaving with unfulfilled desire. Her eyes were opened, staring unseeing at the ceiling, as she heard Kaiser pacing restlessly in front of the bed. She raised her head slightly, and seeing that his penis was still growing to utterly impossible proportions, she frantically piled her satiny smooth pillows underneath her squirming, aching asscheeks, propping herself up so that Kaiser would be able to slide his long dog-cock into her easier. The gorgeous young blonde's eyes glowed with lascivious desire, and she pulled her legs back again until her knees touched her erotically inflamed breasts, revealing the obscenely raised mound of her hot virgin cunt, steaming and glistening with molten desire as it lay nakedly spread before him. She raised her golden head to look down the valley between her firmly throbbing breasts toward her animal lover, who was waiting so patiently with his enormous, glistening red cock pulsating and throbbing like a rhythmically straining heartbeat, beyond which lay the heavy, love-laden testicles that would soon be spurting deep up inside her hungrily waiting belly.

"Oooooh Hurry, Kaiser, hurry!" she groaned shamelessly. "You've got to fuck me, just like a man! I can't wait for you to fuck my cunt, you big lovable beast!" The crudeness of her own words shocked the unaccustomed teenager, but she no longer cared about appearances or her former opinions of things. All she wanted was to ease the incredible aching need between her legs, and Kaiser's burgeoning rod seemed to be the only way to do it.

She reached down between her thighs to stroke her greedily pulsating pussy in a fiercely erotic gesture. "Oh, hurry, lover!"

Kaiser's heart pounded wildly with crazed animal heat. He wasn't used to fucking women in human, face-to-face fashion, but it was obvious that that was exactly what young Staci Bacula wanted him to do. To his bestial way of thinking, it hardly s