The exotic taste of his animal penis made her loins swarm like a beehive. She reveled in a swamp of sensuality, mouthing and tonguing him with increasing urgency, her cheeks hollowing passionately, her eyes glowing with unchecked lust. Below, between her widely-spread thighs, he continued to lap avidly at her cunt. His cock was deliciously warm, and spiced attractively with the sweet raciness of animal sperm.
The shining smooth cone of his expanding penis fucked up into her face with perfect rhythm, while his tongue sluiced ever deeper into the eagerly accepting opening between her shivering thighs. She nipped and gently scraped his cock with her teeth, swirling her tongue in provoking little flicks over his throbbing organ, her mind totally fogged by the bizarre, licentious hedonism of her immorality.
Mmmmmnnn, what is his lovely animal cum going to taste like? she wondered silently. She could almost imagine it, squirting up from the tiny dilated hole of his glans to spew in hot liquid jets down her starving throat. Kaiser's lustful pants were shaking the whole bed, and Stella couldn't help thinking that it wouldn't be long, now, before all her prurient questions would be answered.
Kaiser's thickly turgid dog shaft felt as though it was thrusting into an actual clutching vagina, so warmly did his mistress's mouth meld around it. And at the same time, his nose and jaws were inundated with the heated musky aroma of her human female sex, and his long lapping tongue reached far up into her undulating vaginal channel, teasing sensually at the fleshy tip of her cervix. His great rocking chest emitted low, uncontrollable growls with every rasping breath that he took, and in his bestial mind, he knew that he was nearing his climax.
Stella had never sucked a man so vigorously in her life. Steeped in the voracious animalistic pleasure of the lewd situation, the voluptuously curved woman mouthed and pulled at Kaiser's penis, waiting for his dog cum to shoot scathingly into her suctioning mouth to drip down her throat and into her wildly heaving belly. Her own hips and pelvis were quaking tremulously above his licking and sucking mouth, and she could feel her loins boiling and ready to climax.
God! Oh, God! It's almost there… al-most… there… she chanted inwardly, as a raging tongue of fire seemed to scorch through her belly. She clutched lovingly, urgently, at the handsome German Shepherd's swollen testicles, feeling through the thin membrane the churning of his heated canine semen as it prepared to explode into her mouth. And Kaiser's almost ready, too! she exulted. Oh, more, more, more, deeper… mmmm…
Stella didn't hear the key turning in the lock, and she didn't hear Jackie's softly tip-toeing footsteps in the hall.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Shhhh," Jacqueline whispered to her two male companions, "Mother may be asleep…"
"Okay," one male whisper responded, "we'll wait out here until you check."
Matt Fields grinned triumphantly to Greg Sullivan, and the two of them sat down in the darkened hallway outside the Burnside's front door. Jackie left it closed, but unlocked, so that the two college seniors could come inside with her as soon as she determined that the coast was clear. Kaiser should present no problem to the healthy young men in this case, since one was the dog's trainer and former master, and the other one was at least familiar to him. But all three young people had decided that it would be better if Jackie went in alone first, just to see what the situation was.
After all, it was three-thirty in the morning, and to all intents and purposes, it was the longest that Jackie had ever stayed out on a date in her life. Furthermore, it was the first and only time she had ever done quite what she had done tonight, although from now on she knew she wasn't going to be so puritanical. Matt and Greg had driven by a liquor store not too far from the Double-X and picked up some gin and mixers as well as a couple six-packs of beer. Then they had taken the still-hesitant young blonde back to their house, just to meet young Jackie.
After a few drinks – her first alcohol since she had refused her mother's offer of wine once – Jackie felt a little more at ease with her mother's young friends, and she freely discussed the things that went on in the movie. Almost unconsciously, her slender young hand reached forward to touch behind Klamath's ears as she spoke, and gradually, imperceptibly, she began to get physically excited by the things she was saying.
"Oh, yes," she slurred daintily, "I know that G-German Shepherds have a great attraction for women… and I feel the same way about my own dog… you know, Kaiser – the one you sold to Mother," she added by way of explanation.
"Yeah?" Greg prompted lasciviously. "You mean, you and Kaiser have a… a sexual relationship?" Exactly six beers in the space of an hour and a half made the student quite blunt, and a lot less nervous than he had been at the theater.
"Well, sort of," Jackie demurred, but she didn't blush. "It's only been since last night…"
Through her alcohol-fogged haze, the eighteen-year-old didn't feel the secretive shame and embarrassment with the two young men that she had felt last night with her own mother. Perhaps the presence of the two young dog-brothers also subtly put her at her ease, because they were both so much like her own pet.
She didn't have any idea how long she talked to the two students whom her mother had befriended, but she remembered the point at which they professed not to believe what she was saying with the idea of getting her to prove it.
"Oh, come on, Jackie," Matt said with pretended derisiveness. "You expect us to believe you've done what Cecilia did in the film? God, I thought you were some kind of virgin…"
"I was," Jackie insisted, "but it doesn't mean I haven't fucked my dog!"
"Well, I don't believe it," Greg said point-blank. "I don't think it's possible; that movie was just trick photography…"
Jacqueline Burnside, the formerly prudish young girl who had turned down the honor of serving as her high school homecoming queen, stood up giddily and began to strip out of her clingy dress. She giggled when she realized that she must be drunk, but the realization didn't stop her from continuing with her lurid plan. Both Matt and Greg watched with bated breath as she boldly removed her brassiere, letting her unbelievably huge teenaged breasts heave into freedom. The two roommates exchanged glances when she applied herself to her thin, lust-dampened panties, sliding out of them with as little emotional effort as it required to brush her teeth.
"Holy shit!" Greg sputtered uncontrollably, when Jackie stood proudly in the middle of the living room in all her naked splendor.
The girl was undaunted. "Okay, I'll show you how I've done it… Do you want to see?"
"Hey, Jackie," Matt interrupted nervously. "I think you might be a little drunk… Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Of course I do!" the girl snapped back, and neither Matt nor Greg could muster up the will-power to prevent her from giving them an even more incredible show than the movie they had just seen. They watched mesmerized, as the now-adept teenaged girl knelt in position before King's eagerly twitching loins. The two students' eyes bulged when Jackie gave herself over completely to the lewd fucking of the strange animal into her pussy from behind, and they couldn't believe it when both Klamath and King mounted her at the same time, one of them shoving his long red canine cock into her welcoming cunt, and the other humping into her mouth while she gurgled in rapturous excitement.
All that was hours ago now, when Jackie tip-toed into the living room of her small apartment, preparing to pull the day-bed out from the wall and fold the covers down. But as soon as she quietly closed the front door behind herself, she felt that there was something strange going on. Where was Kaiser? Why hadn't he come bounding to the door to meet her?