Stella's wandering hand squeezed firmly over Greg's no-longer-concealable erection, and her whisper assaulted his ears above the background music of the film. "Oooooh, it's getting sooooo big already, just like last time…"
Last time?! Matt's roommate repeated to himself. Hell, I only just met Mrs. Burnside a few minutes ago… He looked sideways at the black-haired seductress, trying to divine what was going on in her mind. Does she think I'm someone else? Matt maybe?
An "Ooooohh," rose from the audience, drawing Greg's attention back to the film, where the Latin girl was now removing her tight leather brassiere, to release her magnificently huge golden-nippled breasts, letting them stand out proudly in the imaginary privacy of the jail-cell.
Greg gulped in the darkness. Now he was really becoming lost. Stella was stroking and squeezing his cock wildly, and the girl on the screen was stripping down to nothing. His balls throbbed hotly, building and growing with their overload of orgasmic liquid.
Cecilia was squeezing her nudely exposed breasts in her hotly working young hands, and her moans came clearly over the speakers. Her slender, delicate fingers came up to tweak at the pulsating, blood-hard erections of her nipples as she began to rub her lovely tanned legs together, causing the meager triangle of her patent leather panties to slide slowly down over the studded black boots to the floor. Her pubic hair was barely discernible on the screen, a sparse, fleecy vee of red-gold curls, glittering like the rest of her young body with a healthy, lust-inspiring sheen. She fell backwards onto the only piece of furniture in her cell-like dressing room, a low flat bed that doubled as a chair, bench, or couch. Her hands flew down to stroke and tease at her delicately exposed genitals, drawing a gasp of passion from the audience as well as from the man in the movie, who was watching from the other side of the window.
The young girl's buttocks were twisting passionately against the uncomfortable-looking couch, and she groaned and panted aloud as if she hadn't been fucked properly in years. Jackie's young heart went out to the girl, who couldn't have been a day older than Jackie herself, and almost unconsciously, Stella Burnside's daughter folded her own hands across her lap, pressing down into the warming split between her legs. Matt Fields sensed her movement and pulled her closer to him, shifting his body slightly so that his growing penis was pressing into her firm young thigh.
To hell with Greg, the dark-haired dog breeder thought. He didn't really want to meet this gorgeous little chick anyway…
On the other side of the eighteen year old blonde, Greg's breath was hitching spasmodically in his throat. Stella Burnside, his good buddy's latest lay, was still massaging his groin maddeningly, and she had begun to coo into his ear, her perfumed breath tickling hotly at his sensitive inner flesh. He wanted to say something – at least point out that he obviously wasn't whoever she seemed to think he was – but he knew if he said anything at all it would be a lewd invitation to fuck.
The young girl on the screen lay back ecstatically, her desire-hardened breasts pointing skyward and hardly even jiggling. Her fingers slithered in and out of her openly spread vaginal mouth, which was glistening up between her widespread legs, still encased in the long, high-heeled Spanish boots. Sharp little cries began to break from her full-bodied red lips, as her lovely head strained back so far that the camera picked up her hair as it flailed under the bed.
Before long, Cecilia was writhing lasciviously in the grip of her obscene, imprisoned display. Her hands ran all over the delicious contours of her sleek young body, then plunged again into the bottomless well of her eagerly working young cunt. When she caressed herself, her hands moved with the power of pure lust, dancing erotically over the flat shimmery expanse of her belly and digging greedily into the exquisite roundness of her belly and digging greedily into the exquisite roundness of her firm young breasts. She groaned and pulled her knees up until they were almost touching her breasts, the juices from her hotly glinting cunt moistening the flat mattress below. Her fingertip crawled like a spider into the soft, hair-covered lips of her young vagina, spreading them apart until the wetly pulsating inner flesh was obvious to the camera and the audience. She groaned again as she plunged her fingers deeply into the boiling cauldron of her lust, its oval, fish-liked mouth opening hungrily. Her face contorted as she violently fingered herself right in front of the glinting eyes of her jailer as well as the eagerly watching eyes of the audience. A gasp rose from the movie-viewers, as her tiny, tightly flexing young anus lifted upward into the light, puckering open slightly as if with well-used practice.
Greg gaped with disbelief as Cecilia stroked her pussy flesh, swiping up fingerfulls of moisture to spread down into the crevice between her widespread ass-cheeks, her tiny clitoris standing out high and hard above her desperately working hand. By now, the college student could feel his penis almost boiling over with little drops of cum at its head, and his testicles felt as if they were being tightened in a vice. His eyes rolled frustratedly in his head, and a streak of perspiration broke out on his forehead. Stella was still massaging his cock, but she hadn't made any further move. For a moment, Greg was afraid he might slip and groan out loud from the pain building in his overheated loins, and his balls felt like powder kegs ready to explode.
The girl on the screen fingered her anus and then returned to the wetly gleaming slickness of her open vagina. Her hungrily probing fingers worked up inside the pink, wet folds, widening them with each wet sluice. Then she slipped two fingers smoothly in and out, groaning excitedly all the while. Her legs jackknifed back again, knees pressed tightly against her youthful breasts and her soft rounded pelvis worked demonically all around her finger-fucking young hands.
Her facial muscles tightened and strained after an almost impossible pause. Clenching her teeth agonizingly together, she thrust a third finger alongside the others in the hungry pink folds which easily swallowed all three with a greedy wet sucking sound. A soft purring moan of pleasure broke from the red-headed girl's lips as she writhed with desire. Her fingers drove faster and faster, the rapid rhythm forcing grunts of savage, primitive passion from her beautiful young face.
Her body flesh seemed to glow almost red, burning for orgasm. Beads of sweaty desire glistened across her fevered young brow as her lovely head lolled from side to side on the flat bed, her long red hair flying out behind her in frustration at her inability to reach climax. She strained after it urgently, her fingers pistoning up inside her open, exposed cunt, her groans increasing in urgency just as her dance had at the beginning of the movie.
Suddenly, both on the screen and inside the movie theater, there seemed to be a standstill of time. The wickedly spying jailer in the film softly unlocked the door and let a huge German Shepherd bound into the cell!
Cecilia's eyes widened in genuine terror, and she jerked the back of her hand against her mouth, but the movie didn't stop. Her scream pierced the heavy, anticipating air of the theater like flash of lightning, and beside Greg and Matt, Jackie slumped into the couch.
"K-Kaiser…" she whispered to herself, her big innocent blue eyes glued firmly to the movie screen. She saw clearly the girl in the film's sincere, unaffected horror, and she somehow wanted to tell her that it was going to be all right. But, God, how could she talk to someone in a movie? Is this… is this what Mother meant when she said I would find the movie interesting. Jackie stole a glance at her mother, on the other side of Greg Sullivan, but the hazy, dilated-pupil look in Mrs. Burnside's eyes told the young girl nothing. Did Mother know that there was going to be a dog in this movie? Does she know about me and Kaiser?