Unknown - Mother_s animal lover

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The lights in the Double-X Theater flickered on uncertainly at the end of the passionate full-length film. The three squinty-eyed young college students sat numbed for several seconds, the same thought flashing through their minds. They had all actually seen young Cecilia LaFruta in person, before the movie had begun… They had seen the girl who let herself be ass-fucked by a dog!

What was that dainty but voluptuously proportioned teenager doing now? Had she brought the German Shepherd with her from Argentina? Were they both backstage now, perhaps in a position equally as compromising as the one in the film? God!

As Jackie slowly looked around her, she saw that many of the other members of the audience were still sitting frozen, mesmerized by the salacious movie they had just viewed. Some had that dazed, drugged look in their eyes, as though their minds were still back in the cage-like dressing room where Cecilia had performed in the film, with the huge furry dog fucking into her backside while she knelt subserviently before him.

The blonde coed shuddered and sat up rigidly, smoothing her clinging skirt down over her unconsciously trembling thighs. Her own clear blue eyes were dilated widely with private lust, for during the film, Matt had subtly worked his fingers all the way up to her crotchband! A few times, he stretched the elastic of the leg-holes of her panties, so he could slip his big, masculine fingers into the steaming valley of her so recently initiated pussy slit. It had been all right when the theater was darkened – Jackie had to admit that having Matt's fingers playing on her sensitive erogenous flesh was the only way she would have been able to sit through the entire erotic foreign film. Now, however, with Greg Sullivan and all the other people in the audience able to see what had been going on, Jackie's former modesty returned in an embarrassed rush, and she tried to sit up normally and deny the hot arousal of her young genitals.

"Well, what did you think of the movie?" It was Matt who spoke, breaking the heavy silence among the three youths.

Greg nodded in vague response, gulping in relief that he had had time to slip his deflated cock back into his jockey shorts and zip the fly of his brushed denim pants. "Yeah, it was far out," he said, but privately he added, And Mrs. Burnside is even more far out than the flick!

"Those German Shepherds are really lover boys when they get started, aren't they," Matt continued, this time turning his gaze to Jackie. "I know; I've raised a lot of dogs… and I could just tell that some of these bigger animals got all hot whenever they got near a woman." He stared hard at the teenaged daughter of his voluptuous customer, his deep brown eyes seeming to pierce right through her consciousness to her innermost guilty thoughts.

Jackie began to blush uncontrollably. Does he know? Does he know what I did with Kaiser last night? Her first agonizing thought was followed immediately by another, even more insidious one. Did Matt deliberately train Kaiser to do that? Oh, God, don't let it be true! What if I've been… tricked by this friend of Mother's? And even as the first suspicion of betrayal crossed the young blonde's quick-witt, she realized that if there had been any underhandedness concerning her strangely sodomizing affair with the handsome German Shepherd, then her own dear mother Stella Burnside would have had a hand in it.

Oh, my God! Mother deliberately planned this whole thing… She figured it all out right down to the movie, just to make me give in!

Her young head spinning with thoughts of revenge, renewed apprehension about her two attractive companions, and a certain amount of unsatisfied arousal, Jackie forced herself to stand up. Her voice was stiff and formal: "There's another show in a few minutes, you guys, so we better clear the theater…"