It was all wrong.
The day had started out wrong when she'd accidentally poured soap flakes in her scrambled eggs, and it had progressively worsened. Lisa had tentatively planned to forget some of her troubles by whipping up a fancy shrimp creole dish for supper with a good big bottle of Chablis she'd bought to help top it off. But that was before walking into the girls' locker room, and she could consider that idea shot all to hell now. A bitterness blazed in the older woman as she considered the absolutely unforgivable treatment she'd received from Marge Spanner, and her ears still burned from the foul language the girl had used. And that was not counting the absolutely despicable scene itself! Well, it was all spoiled now. She couldn't possibly think of making a complicated recipe in her present frame of mind, much less feed it to that damned dog!
Lisa glanced at the German shepherd sitting beside her, her eyes flashing with dark antagonism. It seemed to leer back at her, raising the lips at the back part of his snout as only a canine is able, and, irritated still more, Lisa whipped her eyes back to the road ahead. She was driving rapidly from the school now, jerking the wheel of her small compact Valiant and impatiently braking, her mind seething with every thought except traffic safety. She was forced to swerve once when another car suddenly cut in, and the dog was thrown against her. She gasped unwittingly as the soft firmness of her breasts brushed against its furry head, the involuntary caress making the older woman all the more conscious of the animal's close presence.
"Get over on your side and stay there," she growled to Atilla, feeling a little silly for saying something he couldn't possibly understand. But he whined in reply as if apologetic, and that only served to irritate her further.
Marge Spanner was right, Lisa told herself angrily. As the vengeful child had warned her, there was nothing she could do, not after having been a part of the scandalous perversions by watching and keeping her silence. What had ever possessed her to act that way? Lord, she must have been as sick as the girl! And, if she had the brains God gave a goose, she'd have shooed the dog away and simply tried to forget any of it had ever happened.
But perhaps it was her pride, her stubborn resolve not to be beaten by that wretched little student's blackmail. Perhaps it was the urgent necessity to reaffirm her basic morality, after having succumbed to this inexplicable temptation, for to keep quiet now would be essentially a condoning of the whole sordid mess. Whatever it was, Lisa had kept the dog with her, going around the school in a determined attempt to find out who its owner was. Once she knew, she could perhaps confront him — or her — and receive some partial satisfaction that way. But nobody she'd talked to knew… or would admit they did. So, ultimately, she'd had to leave the school grounds with the dog, promising herself that tomorrow she would call the animal pound and track the owner through the license tag that was attached to its leather collar.
So the dog rode beside her, behaving as unconcerned as if it was her own pet and was used to the trip. And so, she grimly told herself, there would be no shrimp creole tonight, but hamburger. Lots of hamburger, because, by the size of the brute, he could eat a couple of pounds of ground-round in a single chomp. Still, it would be a change from her normal evening, and ruefully she had to admit that her problem of what to do tonight was solved. She was going to dog-sit.
Yet, despite her irritation toward Atilla, she really didn't hate him, nor hold him responsible for his actions with the girl. He was, after all, just a dog and was following a dog's instinctive habits. She had witnessed too many other breeds whining in heat or jerking against someone's leg to hold him or his heritage at fault. It was Marge's fault for having trained him so irresponsibly. Mostly Lisa was infuriated with herself and was taking it out on Atilla, and realizing that only made her more irked than ever at the situation.
Actually, Atilla was a very fine animal, and one to be proud of. He had a lean, muscular body lithe and supple beneath his shiny coat, yet it was more than that, she could sense. It was something too ephemeral to pinpoint exactly, but his eyes seemed to sparkle with uncommon intelligence, and he moved with a canine grace that you couldn't help admiring. There was something big and powerful and alluring about the dog — as the student girl had so intimately proved! What an odd way to react to a mere dog! She'd never responded to Ralph that way, or to any man… it was most disconcerting to wonder how it must feel to be that way toward a dog!
She blushed slightly at her own guilty notions and squirmed nervously in the car seat, feeling the edge of the cushion rub electrically against the soft swelling of her vagina. She sucked in her breath from the unexpected contact and the more unexpected shock that it produced up between her thighs. Her pulse quickened hotly against her will. This was all so strange! She couldn't understand what had held her transfixed back in the locker room, and she couldn't understand what was taking place now… and slightly disturbed and more than a little confused, the divorced teacher felt almost relieved when she drove into her driveway.
She parked the car in the garage, and then held the door open for Atilla to jump out. He did, and without hesitation followed her to the side door. When she'd unlocked the door and entered the kitchen, he walked in behind her and then stood looking up at her intently, tongue lolling slightly from his open mouth.
"Well, you're just going to have to wait, Atilla," Lisa told the dog sternly. "It's not dinner time yet, and in this house you'll have to learn your manners."
The dog's expression changed slightly to a crestfallen attitude, but otherwise he remained where he was. The blonde teacher sighed plaintively, but the dog looked so woeful that she was forced to laugh. "Oh, I'm not mad at you, you old mutt," she giggled, scratching him lightly behind his ears. "Don't worry, we'll have a nice dinner later on. I have to change out of these old work clothes and into something fresh, and I think maybe I'll have a beforedinner drink, something to steady myself after all the excitement. Lord knows I deserve it!"
She went over to the sink and opened the cupboard above it, taking down a wine glass. Then, opening the refrigerator, she took out the Chablis she'd been saving for the shrimp and was about to open it when she had a second thought. She put the bottle down and filled a large soup bowl with water, setting it, down carefully at one side of the counter.
"Here's your drink, Atilla. Maybe you're thirsty too."
Atilla regarded the water with disdain.
"That's too bad, you're not getting any of my wine," Lisa told him. "It's all the liquor there is in the house. Besides, dogs aren't supposed to have alcohol."
Though she seldom drank at all, and rarely this early in the evening, Lisa uncorked the bottle hurriedly and poured the glass to the brim. She hoped the wine would settle her stomach and calm her nerves, and she took a giant sip, feeling the cool refreshing wine flow all the way down to her empty stomach. She almost coughed from the heady swallow, but gamely took another drink, and a moment later, she was rewarded by a faint light-headedness as the liquor was immediately absorbed in her bloodstream. She refilled the glass and took one more mouthful of the Chablis, relaxing gradually while the liquor wafted lazily through her jangled body.
"Ahhh, that's better," she sighed gratefully. "Now for a quick shower and change." She felt a little guilty for drinking the wine so quickly, but nevertheless she picked up bottle and glass and took them with her as she strolled toward her bedroom. Atilla again followed his newfound mistress, and instinctively, he licked her smooth hand to impart his growing attachment to her. His warm wet caress across the back of her hand almost made Lisa drop the bottle, and she shivered in shock from some unexplainable emotion that suddenly knotted the insides of her belly.
"D-Don't do that," she managed, sucking in her breath. "And you'd better stay out here while I change," she commanded as she entered her bedroom. But Atilla didn't heed her orders, padding in right after her and once more sitting on his haunches.
Lisa stared at the German shepherd, her hands trembling while she poured herself another glass of wine. "Go on, she commanded him harshly. "Get out of my bedroom!"
The dog thumped its tail against the carpet and refused to budge.
"Ohhhhh, what am I going to do with you?" Lisa wailed in exasperation. "You're far too big for me to throw out! I suppose if you insist on staying with me, you will."
She eyed Atilla critically, and inadvertently her eyes roamed down over his sleek coat to his lower belly. A spastic shiver rippled through her against her will, both thrilling and terrifying her at the same time, for, with the dog facing her, she was able to see all of his large, protruding genitals. Atilla's cock! She gaped with mortification at the sight of his glistening crimson length emerging from its long furry sheath, wet and thick, the dripping, tapered end jiggling slightly as it slipped up along his belly from the protective sleeve in an ever-growing erection.
God! The dog-penis was as big or bigger than Ralph's had been! She moaned to herself in anguish. But why was it getting hard now? Dear God, it was almost… almost as if Atilla was anticipating her undressing before him, and it was exciting him! The tiny suggestion of bestial lust flickered lewdly through her mind, making her recoil with a mixture of aching torment and fevered embarrassment, and needfully she drained her wine glass, only to refill it again with shaking hands. She was so ashamed at the way her mind was working! The very notion of a dog becoming sexually aroused like a man was ludicrous! What in God's name was she allowing herself to think?
She had to fight it! She had to fight her own imaginings the same way she'd always conquered her lewd impulses — by proving to herself that she was stronger than they! Firmly resolved to overcome her salacious ideas, Lisa turned her back to Atilla and took a number of deep, ragged breaths to calm her ragged emotions. But in spite of her determination, she could almost feel the animal's beady gaze on her flesh, mentally undressing her like some degenerate voyeur. Ohhh, this was terrible! She should never have taken Atilla home with her! But it was too late now… and reminding herself once again that he was a dog, just a dog and not a strange man, the teacher began unzipping her woolen dress with hurried, quick motions.
Once undone, she shrugged the material off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. She stepped out of the dress, forcing herself to act supremely unconcerned that she was being watched, but to her chagrin, she found herself turning to see if the dog was enjoying her performance.
Horrifyingly, she realized that Atilla's scarlet penis was harder and thicker than ever! His tapered dog-cock seemed to give another sharp jerk when she bent over to retrieve her dress and place it on the chair next to the bureau. The full rounded moons of her buttocks came into tantalizing view, and she knew the beast could see the completely unimpeded sight of her nylon panties between her firm, trembling thighs. And when she straightened up again, her panties slipped teasingly into the stretched crevice of her buttocks and remained bunched there! Dear God, this was almost more embarrassing than if she were strip-teasing at a stag smoker! She had to get control of herself!
The panting dog continued to watch the blonde woman more intensely than ever as she rolled each leg of her panty hose down, arching her legs while she pulled the thin veneer free of her well-formed legs. He licked his chops and whined knowingly, causing Lisa to shiver with renewed shame when she unclasped her thin white brassiere. Her large firm breasts swung into heady, exposure, their ripe pink nipples perking out from the tip of the white globes like cherries on vanilla ice cream scoops. Atilla was wagging his tail furiously now, his elongated penis jerking in painful erection against his lower belly. Lisa gritted her teeth together, squeezing her eyes closed in her determination not to be undone by her own obscene imaginings. A dog couldn't become excited by seeing her this way! It just couldn't…!
The rounded, hair-lined lips of her fleshy cunt came into teasing view now as she cast off her panties and stood stark naked in her bedroom, between the dog and the bureau. Quivering uncontrollably, she swiveled around to look at herself in the bureau mirror, seeing the dog's beady eyes gazing at her in the mirror's reflection. She realized that he was watching her just as he'd watched young Marge Spanner, both she and the teenaged girl equally nude and unadorned before him. Miserably she thought: There's no difference between us from the dog's point of view…
She raised her arms over her head in a classic nude pose, stretching her breasts taut and uplifting her nipples puckishly. She could see in the mirror the flat plane of her stomach, unmarred by age or birthmarks, and the honeycolored curls of her pubic hair. The soft fleeciness around her vagina highlighted the rosy lips underneath, and she imagined she could see the tiny tip of her clitoris peeking out from the crested valley of her loins in almost childlike shyness.
Yet, she added mournfully as she lowered her arms, there is a difference between Marge and myself… a vast difference which Atilla could never understand, but I do all too well…
Marge Spanner, in spite of her tender years and immaturity, already knew what sex was really about. Lisa could not believe that a fifteen year old girl who'd allow a German shepherd to lick her to climax would not be experienced with the carnal embraces of older boys. Marge was not a virgin, and obviously enjoyed that condition… enjoyed it so much that her explosive passions had actually stimulated Lisa against her will! Was sex truly enough to change a decent woman into a mass of seething, abandoned flesh? Was it really the animalistic thing she'd witnessed in the locker room? She had never experienced anything that strong — as intense as the girl with the dog — nor had she ever before been worked up to the peak which just watching it had caused her. What would it be like if she could let herself go like Marge had done? The thought raced through Lisa's mind — what would it be like?
Lord, how she must have felt! The tormented teacher groaned inwardly. And I'm twice Marge's age, and never felt that way!
Hands shaking as if with palsy, Lisa clutched the wine bottle and poured another full glass of the Chablis. She downed the tart liquid urgently, attempting to cool some of the warmth the girl's passion had transmitted unwittingly to her own body. Gasping for breath, she staggered slightly, and missed placing the glass on the bureau. Instead it fell from her fingers and crashed to the floor. The carpet saved it from breaking, but the last of the wine spilled against Lisa's bare toes, and the glass itself rolled gingerly underneath the bureau.
"Damn!" Lisa cursed furiously. "Oh damn, look what I've done now!"
Being a good housekeeper, Lisa automatically bent over to retrieve the glass. Without contemplating what she was doing, she got down on her knees and poked her hand underneath the bureau, still swearing at herself for being such a clumsy fool.
Then, without warning, there came a growling bark from the German shepherd. With a single bound, it was up from where it was sitting and between Lisa's unconsciously spread legs.
The terrified woman squeaked a tight choked exclamation of fear, and brought her hand up to her mouth. Her eyes were wide with fright, and she started to roll away from the large, hairy dog, but Atilla growled again, warning her to stay frozen where she was. And she did, her splayed thighs completely exposed and her knees bent outward, leaving the whole of her upturned vaginal crevice open and defenseless. There was nothing else to do, and she trembled while the huge beast growled menacingly, his fleshy lips pulled back over long ivory fangs.
"No, Atilla!" she mewled. "Go back, please go back!"
But Atilla ignored her, advancing on his paws and sniffing the air around Lisa's nakedly waving buttocks. He sniffed some more, moving his head around as if curious about this new woman and her piquant feminine smells. He stepped still closer to her fear-clenching loins, and lowered his head to the soft, fragrant slit between her buttocks, still sniffing with increased interest. The kneeling woman's position was one with which he was well acquainted, and his tail wagged happily as if he had discovered a new bitch-dog in flaming heat.
"Don't Atilla! Don't! I… I'm not Marge!" the naked woman exclaimed feverishly, but the dog wasn't interested in her spoken commands. There were other, more instinctive and natural commands which he wished to obey first! Marge's babbling excuses: Atilla wanted to rape me… He forced me to do it… reeled through Lisa's drunken mind. God, the girl had been lying in that particular instance, but was what she said true anyway? And then Lisa moaned as the dog's cold black nose abruptly pressed against her tiny, puckered anus. She tensed in abject mortification as its tongue snaked out and locked tentatively against the deep crevice around it, its tip burrowing slightly into her fleshy anal ring.
"Arg!" she gasped uncontrollably. "Oh! Ah! No!"
Despite her burgeoning terror, Lisa was so filled with shame and loathing for what she'd unthinkingly caused, that she once more tried to squirm free. But Atilla was having none of that, and barked insistently, snapping its massive jaws inches away from the tender cheeks of her buttocks. Lisa froze where she was, staying motionless in absolute horror with her legs spread wide and pressed against her folded legs as she knelt in tormented surrender before the vicious dog. With a final growl, Atilla began greedily lapping the narrow pink slit up between her open thighs. He ran his tongue wetly over the full length of it, from the tight-closed little anus down to the fluted, pink edges of her fearquivering cunt, and back up again. His great tongue spread through the soft, hair-fringed vaginal lips like a knife through warm butter, flicking relentlessly between the cringing woman's legs.
"Oh God," the trembling teacher moaned. "Oh, this is awful!" A soulsearing groan escaped from deep inside her chest, her buttocks grinding desperately as she tried to escape the maddening assault. "No, Atilla, no don't do this to me…!"
But Atilla's only response was a further stab up into her tight, fleshy cuntal slit, sending tiny goose bumps rippling across Lisa's softly quivering belly and distended breasts. "This is awful; this is sick; it's lewd; it's terrible," Lisa murmured over and over into the carpet with her undisguised humiliation, trying hopelessly to screw her thighs forward from the hotly flicking tongue that was licking mercilessly at her pussy. Great tears of humiliation and dread welled in her eyes as she listened to the lewd wet sluicing noises Atilla was making between her wide-splayed thighs. Yet in spite of her revulsion at this horrible perversion being done to her defenseless body, she couldn't help feeling the lips of her cunt involuntarily dilating to the massive dog-tongue spearing in and out between them. Seemingly of their own volition, her buttocks were starting to sway in lewd concert to the rhythm of the licking and tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure were beginning to ripple deep down in her belly.
"Oh no! No, it can't be! Oh God, not this!" The cruel realization slowly dawned on the hapless woman that her body was gradually deserting her. The impact brought further cries of horror, not only from the thought of the obscene act which she was allowing a dog to do to her, but at the more frightening and humiliating thought that she was actually starting to like it! She clenched her teeth tightly together and fought with all her will against the steadily growing sparks of lewd desire that were threatening to burst into sudden uncontainable flame and devour her in her helplessness. But it was a losing battle as Atilla snuffled and licked ceaselessly at her naked wet loins from behind.
"It can't be… it can't be happening…" Lisa groaned to herself in humiliation and fear, her head flailing back and forth tormentedly as the animal-tongue continued to slide hotly in and out of her rapidly moistening cunt. Yet the sensual pleasures were growing ever stronger as the widestretched tightness of her throbbing pussy was hungrily consumed, and uncontrollably, she began a slow, writhing undulation back against Atilla's snout. With increasing abandon, she rotated her buttocks in small grinding circles so she could feel more of the wickedly sinful rape of her helplessly stimulated flesh, shuddering with delight as the lewdly slaving beast tongued her to defeat.
"Ahhhhhh!" she sighed as the dog thrust his mouth deeper into her lustswelling vagina, expanding her pink, fleshy lips with each tantalizing lick he took. Oh Lord, how that dog was debasing her! Treating her like some bitch in heat! A strange masochistic thrill flashed through her nerves at the thought that she was being treated exactly as she deserved for being so wanton as to enjoy it. She wanted to be destroyed by it, she wanted to be sucked by this animal until she could never walk again! The obscene subjugation of her surrendering body on the carpet of her own bedroom was driving her wild with evil sensations! Ohhhh… she had never known anything so deliciously profane as these sensations… they were so horribly wonderful, so devilishly exciting…! She knew now that she was no better than Marge Spanner or Atilla, and that when it was finally over and she was released from her purgatory, she'd never be the clean and righteous woman she'd believed herself to be! And she no longer cared! All that mattered to her now were the wild riveting shafts of indecent pleasure piercing through her cunt like prickling needles of hellish fire!
"Ohhhh, yes! Yes, you dog!" she heard herself blurt uncontrollably through her contorted lips, the rhythm of Atilla's skewering tongue embedded hotly in her pussy too much to resist a moment longer. "Lick me! Lick me off like you sucked Marge! Lick my twat until I explode!"
The eagerly obeying German shepherd seemed to sense his mistress's sudden submissiveness, and with increased desire to please, he insinuated his long, red tongue deeper up inside the quivering hot sheath of her welcoming vagina. Lisa squirmed and bucked under the maddening torture until she thought her heart would burst in her chest, and she screwed her thighs back so she could feel still more of the dog's wet, rough tongue far up inside her thrashing belly. Between her splayed thighs was one mass of burning moist sensitivity, growing more and more intense with every passing second, spiraling up to a pinnacle that would soon expand into orgasm… her very first orgasm reached with the ministrations of some other being.
"Lick me until I cum!" Lisa ordered in ecstatic delight. "That's it, go after my pussy until I cum…!"
Her hotly throbbing vagina flowered open wider and wider, and her moistness increased with each further second that Atilla's tongue worked up between her wide-stretched legs. Her secretions ran in slight, warm trickles down the sides of the animal's mouth pressed so tightly into the softness of her cunt, and down the side of her smoothly gripping buttocks and thighs to soak into the carpet. So enveloped was she that Lisa never heard the back door of her house open, or the soft pattering of tiny feet across the kitchen.
And then…
The blonde teacher caught a small shadow fleetingly cross the mirror above her head. She instantly became aware of a tight, strange gasp behind her, and a slight motion caught the outer corner of her vision. She froze in her kneeling position before the German shepherd as if she'd been suddenly cast of stone.
Then afraid and yet feeling an unexplained quivering of arousal, Lisa turned her head slowly around towards the bedroom door. Her eyes widened like saucers!
Standing in gape-mouthed wonderment was a small boy! It was one of her youngest students, a fourteen year old youth who was part of the last class she'd had only hours before!
"Scott!" she gasped out in horror. "Scott Phillips! What are you doing here?"
"I… I'm sorry, Mrs. Hamilton. I came for my daddy's dog! I came to get Atilla!"