Shortly before young Scott Phillips had confronted his chemistry teacher in her bedroom, he'd been walking back toward the high school. Scott was a bright lad, able to keep up with the older students in his grade quite easily, although he was keenly aware that his birthday in late May put him at a physical disadvantage. It was sort of like being the runt of the litter, always being left behind whenever possible, and always picked last when it was not.
Scott was compact and wiry in build, which made him look even less developed than he was. Lean and strong for his fourteen years, he fought like the devil in sports with a tough, gritty determination which won him amused respect but never that coveted position as "one of the guys." His hair was fine, naturally curly, and a rich brown, and his face was almost cherubic, with a small nose, flashing smile, dimples, and the most depthless, most innocent round eyes imaginable. Later on his looks would be a blessing for him, wooing girls into all sorts of compromising situations with his bland look of innocence, but now it was a curse he had to bear. The boys all called him "Baldy" in the showers, and the girls… well, the girls he wanted to date just laughed at him.
One of these days he'd show them, he promised himself as he walked along the road. One of these days he'd show them good, and angrily he kicked an empty tin can with his foot. He glanced up then, just as he was turning up the drive to the school, and he saw Marge Spanner walking toward him. She was sauntering along as if she didn't have a care in the world, and just the sight of her nubile body filled Scott with a strange, gripping excitement. He knew all about her reputation from the talk in the showers — about how she'd put out for the football team, and how once at a party she had done just that for all of them, one after another. And about how she and her older sister would go out on double dates and "do it" together, one in the front seat and one in the back.
Watching her intently as she approached, young Scott felt his slender penis jerk in his underpants, only to go limp again when with resentment, he considered the facts. Oh, he knew what "doing it" was about; he'd taken the sex education courses and listened to all the bullshit — but Marge was the same grade as he, and was actually doing it, while he was a boy and still a virgin! Somehow it didn't seem fair to him, but then, it was no different than a lot of other things that weren't right.
"Hi, Scott," Marge said as she neared him.
"Hi, Marge." He stopped and scuffed one toe in the dirt, not wanting to look at her too hard, knowing it would only provoke her into making some wisecrack. And crap! The way her breasts were jiggling it looked as if she wasn't wearing any brassiere, although he knew that couldn't be true because she'd get kicked out of school for that.
"Forget something?" she asked.
"Naw, I'm just looking for Atilla. He ran off again; you know how he hates being chained up in the backyard. My dad will beat me for sure if the dog's not there when he gets home. Have you seen him?"
"Sure, up at the school," Marge replied, grinning now as she recalled just how intimate she'd been with the animal.
"Thanks," Scott said. "I'll go get him."
"Well, I don't think Atilla is there any more."
"Huh? Where is he, then?"
"Mrs. Hamilton has him, the last I seen. Probably took him home."
"Mrs. Hamilton? What's she doing with Atilla?"
Marge had a hard time keeping from laughing out loud. "I don't know. Maybe she wants to play with him."
"Play with Atilla?" Scott shook his head, not understanding what was going on. "Why would she want to fool around with him?"
Marge, a knowing smirk creasing the corners of her mouth, stared at the younger boy with blatant derision. "You don't know much about that dog, do you?"
"Sure I do. Atilla's my dad's pet; of course I know about him."
"I mean how your Old Man trained him?"
"He rolls over and plays dead and comes running when he's called and things like that there. What do you mean, Marge?"
"And your maw never clued you in, either?"
"Listen, you're not making any sense," Scott said hotly. "What're you driving at? What's this about training Atilla?"
"Damned if I'm going to be the one to educate you, mouse-pecker." Marge laughed, unable to contain her amusement any longer. "Why don't you hitch your ass over to Mrs. Hamilton's house and ask her?"
"I just might!" Scott retorted defensively. "I just might at that!"
"She'll be sure to tell you. Hell, she might even show you!" With that, the brazen girl flipped the strap on her purse, teasingly whacking the boy on his bottom with the bag, and then set off with a jaunty roll of her hips. "Tell her hello for me," she hooted over her shoulder. "Tootle-oo, Nutless!"
Clenching and unclenching his small fists, Scott Phillips glared at the retreating form of the curvaceous girl with scathing detest. Crap, if only he were a couple of years older, he'd show her who had the balls! He could already, if she — or any girl — would just give him the chance!
Only none of them ever had, he gloomily concluded. Despondently he changed his direction to head toward Mrs. Hamilton's house, which wasn't too far away. The town of Henning was small, a residential area for Rapier City to the south, and Henning High was just about in the middle, near the shopping center and city hall. By crossing over to Terwilliger Boulevard and then after a bit, cutting across Thorndyke's pasture, he would reach Mrs. Hamilton's place in about fifteen or twenty minutes. And damn it, when he got there, he would ask his chemistry teacher about Atilla! Mrs. Hamilton was a wonderful and pretty teacher, one of the few who'd ever treated him decently and not like some baby. He was sure she'd tell him the truth if she could; she wouldn't act like that smart-aleck Marge Spanner…!
It wasn't long before the fourteen year old youth reached LaGrande Avenue, on which Mrs. Hamilton lived. He walked along the sidewalk, saying hello to a couple of kids he knew, and sidestepping a tricycle some younger child had left in the way. It was a good neighborhood, with wide, sloping yards of plants and trees, large, roomy houses set well back from the road, and friendly middleclass people. He knew that his teacher lived alone in the ranch-type house at the end of the second block, and had been divorced for a long time. He didn't know why she didn't have a husband any longer, or why she preferred to live all by herself in that big place instead of in an apartment, and he didn't particularly care one way or another. It was simply one of those facts a kid learns as he grows up, files away in his mind and accepts as the normal way of things.
He opened the picket-fence gate and walked up the flagstone path to the front door. A honeysuckle vine wound in and out of the lattice work of the porch, and after he'd politely knocked on the door, he studied the budding flowers. It was awfully nice and peaceful here, he thought. Not like his own home where something was always going on. Mrs. Hamilton sure is lucky, he thought wistfully, and knocked again.
Still no one answered the door.
Scott frowned slightly, wondering for the first time if Marge had been fooling him and Mrs. Hamilton wasn't even home. He looked around hesitantly, wondering what he should do, and then went around the side to look in the garage. Yeah… Mrs. Hamilton's car was here, so she was around someplace. He then thought that perhaps she hadn't heard his knocking, since the front door was at the opposite side of the house from the garage and kitchen, so he stepped over to the side door and knocked on it. The door, which hadn't been firmly closed when Lisa had gone in, unlatched and swung open slightly from the pressure of his hand.
"Mrs. Hamilton…?" Scott called out timidly.
"Ohhhhh," he heard in a drunken slur from inside the house. "Ahhhhhhhhh! Yes! Yes!"
"Mrs. Hamilton?" Bolder now, the boy stepped just past the, door, still holding onto it in case he should want to jump back outside. "Mrs. Hamilton? Do you have Atilla with you?"
"Agggg! Ohhhhhh! Lick me! Lick my pussy, you dog!"
Scott felt every muscle of his slender young body grow rigid as the obscene words registered on his immature mind. Momentarily he stood rooted to the kitchen floor, unable to move, and with his breath stilled in his lungs, he could now hear wet slurping sounds and animal-like panting. Hell, he knew what that was! Atilla always made noises like that when he was drinking water from the dog-dish! But then he heard Mrs. Hamilton again in a hoarse, passionate voice: "Lick me off like you licked Marge! Lick my twat until I explode!"
Scott leaned against the door in shock, forcing it closed. Crap! There it was again, even dirtier than before! No mistaking what Mrs. Hamilton was saying… but he could hardly believe it! Was she really ordering Atilla to lick her between the legs?
A flash of an image crossed the teenager's inexperienced mind, a weird tingling growing in the pit of his stomach. Man, is this what Marge was talking about? Is this what his father's pet had been trained to do? No
… No, that was impossible! But there was no denying that his chemistry teacher was saying it… or that Marge must have known because she'd been licked by Atilla, too! It all fit, as incredible as it sounded!
Jesus, what should he do? Run home, that's what. Run home before Mrs. Hamilton caught him in her house and really got mad! But what could he tell his dad? Crap, when he thought how his dad had trained Atilla and kept it a secret from him, it made him flinch to think of what might happen if he let on that he'd found out! And what about his mother? Marge had implied that she was in on the secret as well. His own mother… licked on her pussy by the dog? Crap! Now he knew he had to be dreaming all of this! He'd have to see it with his own eyes to believe it!
Well… why not? He'd never seen a girl naked before, much less with her legs spread apart and a dog tonguing her! It was just the kind of wild scene he'd often wondered about at night when he'd beaten his meat! And here was the ready-made chance, if he had the courage to take it. Did he dare?
Scott sucked in his breath, quivering silently with fear and trepidation. But damned right he had the nerve! He had the balls, he told himself; to hell with Marge and all the others, he had the balls to sneak up to where Mrs. Hamilton was and take one fast peek!
The youthful student found himself drawn through the kitchen and down the hall, still disbelieving that Atilla was actually doing something wrong with his teacher. He worked his way slowly and silently to the bedroom door, his whole lithe body tense as he pressed himself against the wall.
There was a squeak!
His heart stopped in his chest. Mrs. Hamilton and. Atilla must've heard it, it was so loud! But no, the strange noises coming from the next room continued unabated, their intensity increasing with each passing moment. The boy started again, one step at a time very slowly… pausing on the ball of his foot after each one…
He reached the bedroom door, and he hunkered down, the dim light of the overhead lamp affording him a complete view of all that was happening. He peered hesitantly around the corner, shifting his position so he could see fully inside. And then he did see — and he sucked in his breath, cold chills running crazily up the full length of his spine!
There on the carpet was his father's pet, standing between the widespread thighs of Mrs. Hamilton. Atilla's head was moving obscenely up and down as he nuzzled the crevice of her uptilted buttocks, and he could hear the wild licking sound of his long red tongue against her cunt! It was true! The dog was licking her off! The family dog and Mrs. Hamilton, his chemistry teacher! Crap, and did she look different than she did in class! Scott could only stare in bug-eyed amazement at her depraved undulations, hypnotically frozen by their very lewdness after being used to the older woman acting so prim and proper during the day.
"Crap!" he choked in a whisper thick with excitement. His eyes followed the writhing contours of her mature body, fixing momentarily on her rose-tipped breasts which jutted downwards in voluptuous fullness. Slowly his gaze moved along her sides to the writhing rotation of her hourglass waist, then rolled over the sensual rise of her naked hips until he was once more studying the blonde pubic curls where the dog was avidly licking. The boy entirely forgot his promise to quickly leave, the heat and excitement of the room arousing him even as he stared. He could feel a wild electric tingle darting delightfully through his slender youthful loins at the erotic sight before him, and unable to control his lustfulness, he groaned slightly to himself. Man, it was too much!
He could see his father's dog licking madly up between the older woman's thighs. Her gleaming white legs were splayed out wide on either side of Atilla's plunging snout, her buttocks grinding fervently back against it with all her might. Scott could see the cords standing out on her inner thighs as she struggled crazily to get the dog to lave her swollen pink runt still harder, squeezing the rounded moons tightly around his mouth and forcing the walls of her gripping vagina around the thickness of his lapping tongue. The teenager strained his eyes and could see the warmly milking lips of his teacher's pussy clasping voraciously around the animal's nose, and the thinly parted pubic hairs grazing against the furry muzzle as her thighs undulated in a faster cadence. The groans and mewls of surrender and pleading were becoming more desperate, as the glazed, uncomprehending eyes of the adolescent stayed glued on the lewd cunt-licking taking place on the bedroom floor.
The carnal scene was more than the inexperienced boy could absorb dispassionately. His slim, virile penis gradually rose into hardness, becoming painfully erect in the tight constriction of his underpants. He was forced to shift his position to relieve the pressure, attempting to slip the rigid shaft of his young cock out one leg band of his underwear and into the comparative freedom of his pants leg.
And it was when he moved, that Lisa saw him in the doorway.
"Scott! 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!" The suddenly frightened lad, not knowing what to do now that he was caught, stumbled tearfully into the bedroom; his high-pitched voice almost squeaking with despair. "I didn't mean to spy on you! I didn't mean to, honest!"
But even as he pleaded for forgiveness, his burning eyes remained ravenously fixed upon his blonde teacher's nakedness. His erotically incensed young mind drank in every rounded curve and valley of her mature figure, especially as she attempted to turn around and curl into a protective position. Atilla, seeing his master's son suddenly enter, offered no resistance when Lisa cowered in a ball away from him, actually backing from her as if in confusion and indecision.
Scott hardly noticed his father's dog was present, his immature and eager mind overwhelmed by the lurid sight of this naked older woman hunched with her legs drawn up on the floor, arms wrapped around herself in a futile concealment of her lush feminine parts. In fact, by the way she had curved her thighs up to clench her legs together, the boy could actually see a few stray tendrils of light pubic hair around the clenched slit of her wetly gleaming buttocks!
Lisa felt all of her immoral passion draining from her loins as shame flooded over her mind. She stared in agonized humiliation as her young student took a stumbling step forward, his eyes flashing with some emotion that seemed to keep his mouth gaping open.
"Scott… I… I…" Her voice trembled and faltered as the blanchedfaced teacher tried to imagine what she could possibly say to the innocent youngster. "It… It's not what you think it is. I mean, Atilla… That is, I… we were… Oh God, I'm sorry you saw this!"
"Gee, Mrs. Hamilton," the fourteen year old moaned, staggered still closer. "I… I'm sorry too. Marge said Atilla was here so I came over, and… and then I heard you in here with him, so I thought… And then I was watching you and…"
His voice grew higher and more trembling, but his deep, dark eyes continued feasting on her naked contours, and his cock jerked harder in his pants. Crap, it felt the size and shape of a baseball bat! If Mrs. Hamilton caught sight of him in this condition, then she'd really get mad!
"Che-rist! I never knew Atilla could do that!" was all the stricken boy could manage at last.
Lisa watched the youthful eyes wandering hotly up and down over her naked flesh, and unconsciously her face took on a pleasurable glow it had never possessed before. She could sense a strange new intoxicating pride in his openly admiring stare, and she found herself wrestling with the lewd notion to spread herself out full-length on the carpet and bask still more shamelessly in his tempting admiration.
Her own gaze moved down over his slender, quaking form as she struggled for control of her mind, and a shiver of apprehensive stimulation tingled in her cunt unwantedly, as she suddenly viewed his crotch. The older woman could clearly see a slender, bulging hardness pressing outwards against the soft material of his pants! Little Scott's penis was erect! Lord above, he'd become sexually aroused by viewing her obscene submission to his father's dog! And it was entirely her fault, she thought with humiliation; he was responding to her provocatively displayed abandonment like the budding man he was!
Man? No, not yet — and thank God for that! A man's penis would be thick and huge and demanding, but his was smaller and more innocent. In his immaturity, the boy didn't fully realize what it was his body was craving, and, inexperienced, his hardened cock was somehow sweetly yearning, eager to learn rather than teach… And she was a teacher, wasn't she?
Dear God! To even imagine such a thing! Yet in that split-second of time, when eternity stood still in the bedroom of her house, the naked woman found herself wondering just how long Scott's rigid erection would be. Four to five inches, she estimated; that sounded about right for a boy of his age. And having been stimulated more than she'd ever been in her life by Atilla's talented tongue, Lisa couldn't help thinking that a cock like Scott's was a cock she might find acceptable to her. She intuitively realized in her sweet agony of released passion that here was a male who wouldn't send her rigid with fear and loathing, and she possibly could be fucked by him willingly! Oh God, how obscene! An innocent child screwing a thirty-one year old woman! How totally depraved!
But even as she chastised herself for entertaining such degenerate ideas, the blonde divorcee could almost visualize his adolescent penis standing rigidly erect, jutting out from his lean and hairless loins without his pants to hold it prisoner…
Damn! Ohhhh, damnation! What was happening to her now? She could feel the aching hunger which the dog had caused in her pussy growing and flaming again despite her most determined will to resist it. She pressed her wetly naked thighs together in an effort to overcome this new, unwanted sensation that was inexplicably growing in her belly as she looked at Scott Phillips. She knew she must force her hopelessly bewildered student to leave this very second before things got worse… but Lord! How could they get any worse than they were already? As if in perverse answer, lewd impulses began unaccountably tugging at the very core of her being…
"Please," she cried out. "You have to go, Scott! Take Atilla and leave this house immediately!"
The passionately breathing boy hardly seemed to hear her impassioned supplications, stepping closer to where she was crouched on the carpet. He couldn't seem to stop staring with smoky-eyed longing at every ripe curve of his lush teacher's body huddled only a few feet from him. "Pl-please don't be mad at me, Mrs. Hamilton," he groaned despairingly. "I know you are, but if you tell on me, I'll get an awful beating! Please don't be mad at me!"
Lisa moaned, feeling the involuntary sexual hunger inside her frustrated loins growing and spreading upwards to the very nipples of her breasts, hardening them into plums of excited nerve-endings, and she prayed that the immature youth would not sense the inferno of arousal which the dog-licking had pervertedly kindled inside of her. But God, how easy it would be to take advantage of the situation! It didn't take a mind reader to understand that little Scott was far more upset at having been caught peeking than at what Atilla had been doing to her. And now he was confused and tormented by his lust for her… a lust he was incapable of understanding or controlling, other than that it was forcing him to want to see her naked breasts and legs and even… yes, especially her tender woman's pussy!
All she would have to do is crook a beckoning finger, and the little darling would come eagerly to her like a playful colt! And then… Oh heaven help me, and then…!
Another tremendous surge of wicked desire charged through her loins at the thought of salaciously seducing her teenage pupil. He was such a handsome child, and if he could be the cure for her frigid and barren existence, wasn't that reason enough to…? No! No, she mustn't! Lisa felt herself trembling on the carpet, her firm, rounded buttocks rippling as she attempted a final time to gain control of her rapidly fading morality.
But it was too late… too late! Too late to even feel remorse for the fire of indecent pleasure that was overcoming the moist softness of her already aroused vagina. There was still a part of her mind which rebelled at the shameless immorality of her spontaneous needs, but a much more urgent voice was persuading her that she craved this lovely adolescent more than she had ever wanted anything in her life. He could be the answer, the long-sought solution to her mother's strictures and her ex-husband's contempt. And Scott wanted her just as badly, that was all too clear to her. How could she deny herself or him the forbidden pleasures they could enjoy together? God, she couldn't! It was simply too damned late to deny them both!
"I'm not mad, darling," Lisa heard herself purr in a throaty voice she hardly recognized at her own. "How could any woman be angry when a nice boy like you looks at her naked?"
The blonde teacher could feel a light tremor coursing through her thighs, and with a lewd urge too powerful to control, she stood up and exposed all of her satiny nakedness to the wide-eyed boy. She shuddered from her act, knowing it was a definite, concrete step toward perversion, and could only lead to more temptation… such `as to reach out and touch his tender genitals! But in spite of her revulsion for what she was doing, the lust-inspired teacher was incapable of stopping herself.
"Haven't you ever seen a naked woman before, Scott?" she cooed salaciously at him as she approached. "Haven't you?"
"No… No," Scott gasped out incredulously. "O-only in pictures. Ppictures in ma-magazines! But wow! You've gotta be the most beautifullest lady in the whole wide world, Mrs. Hamilton!"
She smiled coyly at him, the obscene flood of her sudden desire rising higher as she stepped purposely across the carpet. Hungrily she studied his smooth, teenage features and marveled how handsome and masculine he was to be only fourteen, and she felt the inflamed center of her belly tingling in wickedly lewd response to the sight of his virilely bulging penis throbbing in his pants.
"Thank you, Scott dear," she heard herself murmur encouragingly. "That's a nice thing to say to a woman. You're not bad yourself, you know."
"You… You really mean that, Mrs. Hamilton?" Scott stammered in blushing embarrassment. He manfully struggled to keep his wide-staring eyes off his curvaceous teacher's naked pussy and breasts which were so teasingly close to him now… but even her warmly sympathetic face smiling down at him was enough to send his hard little cock jumping in his trousers. Oh Jesus, his prick wouldn't go limp for nothin'!
"I do, I truly do, my darling." For the very first time in her life, Lisa was experiencing sexual desire for a male, a fact she found staggering after all these years of fighting men and fingering herself shamelessly for relief. What did it matter if it were with a boy less than half her age? It didn't — nothing mattered except the longing to finally be fulfilled the way a woman should be!
"You're the most darling boy in all my classes," she went on, her voice sultry with her long-denied passions. "I've always thought so… but I could never admit it. Until now…!"
Crap, what was his teacher trying to do to him? Scott thought helplessly. He tried to say something to her, but his throat felt as if it were made of sandpaper, and all he could do was quiver with wildly throbbing sensations he had never felt before in his life! Jesus, in another second she'd have him bawling like a baby and wanting her to hold him! She was so close now he could smell her warm breath and clean fresh skin… Ohhhh! Mrs. Hamilton was reaching out with a hand now! If she touched him, he'd melt right into the floor, he knew he would!
"Let me hold you," she hissed emotionally, and Lisa pulled the innocently unresisting youth close against the billowy softness of her breasts, crushing him impulsively to her nakedness. Lisa tried to tell herself that what she was allowing herself to do was sinful and wicked… but her newly unleashed senses had reached that aroused, lust-filled state where nothing could have stopped her from continuing the compulsive seduction of her fourteen year old student. Gently she smoothed one hand down over his back, feeling his quivering flesh beneath his shirt with slowly circling fingertips. God! It was too much to resist! Her other hand slowly eased around to the front of his pants and softly caressed the swollen outline of his straining young penis, and she could feel the child tremble and gasp against her breasts. A searing flame of desire raced hotly through her belly and loins while she tauntingly traced along his virile cock, delicately squeezing the hardened shaft between her thumb and forefinger. Guiltily she considered what she was inciting this vulnerable boy to commit, and the prurient sight it would be if someone could see her now, clutching Scott to her nude body while she fondled his slender penis. Yet the momentary shame she felt only seemed to arouse her more!
Scott felt as if he were going crazy! Nobody would believe him if he ever told what his chemistry teacher was doing to him! He could feel the wetness from his fresh seminal fluid seeping from the slit at the blood-swollen tip of his cock. It smeared against his lower belly until he was certain she could feel it soaking through his trousers, but the older woman never paused, continuing to massage his painful erection with an exploratory thoroughness which made his mind reel with sensations! His penis was jerking now as if he would cum at the slightest extra pressure, his semen building up deep in his tight, round testicles and threatening to explode like a volcano. He groaned into the comforting warmth of Mrs. Hamilton's lush, velvety breasts, feeling their fleshy texture against his parted lips, and for an instant he was filled with the lewd desire to kiss them. But he restrained himself, afraid in his boyish ignorance that his teacher would turn against him for being so daring.
Lisa crooned joyously as she felt his beardless cheeks rubbing along her aching, quivering breasts. Even though she knew she would hate and revile herself later for this sordid education, she was spurred on by the insistent need to find out if this youngster was the key to unlock her passions. She panted uncontrollably with yearning, anticipating the unnatural pleasures they could enjoy together.
"Tell me, Scott. Would you… like to make love to me?"
"M-Make love, Mrs. Hamilton?"
"Ohhhhh, yes! Yes! To fuck me!"
Mrs. Hamilton said fuck! Scott Phillips gasped at the lewdness his chemistry teacher was mouthing, her obscenity causing crazy prickling sensations to stab his belly and loins. It had to be a dream! He'd wake up any moment and find this was only a dream, and he was in his own bed with a hard-on! He managed to blurt out in answer:
"Y-you mean it, Ma'am? You really want me to?"
"Very much, darling boy! But you have to tell me first!"
"Wow! I… I want to fuck you, Mrs. Hamilton!"
"Oh God, yes! Fuck me with your nice hard cock I can feel!" she groaned down against his head as she tenderly stroked his penis. Slowly she moved him away from her so that with her other hand she could begin unbuttoning his shirt. "But before you can, dearest child, we have to get you naked like me!"
Impelling sensations of salaciousness rippled through the mature woman's loins while Scott stood subserviently before her, allowing her to undress his slim, developing body. She removed his shirt and pulled his undershirt up and over his head, and then lowered herself to her knees and unhitched his belt. Savoring every breathless moment, Lisa tugged both his pants and underwear down over his slender hips and lean buttocks, her lust-filmed eyes feasting on his arched, rigid cock as it jutted out from his almost hairless pelvis, and his virile scrotum taut between his trembling young thighs. Her eager fingers closed around the throbbing, blood-filled shaft of hardness, her mouth widening in a smile of delight at the sight and feel of the released, jerking penis.
"Oh…! Oh, Scott, it's so lovely!" she gasped in admiration. And to the boy's astonishment, she began to work her tenderly grasping hand up and down over the firm outer skin, manipulating it back and forth in wondrous desire. "Your prick is just the way I'd hoped it would be, my little darling…!"
Lisa was lost in the ecstasy of the moment. Yes… here was a penis she didn't have to fear! It was just the perfect size and length for her! And it was hot and hard inside her rapidly pumping fingers, ridged along the white shaft from the wide base upward, then more spongy and soft-appearing at its blunt, crimson head. Excitedly, the older teacher drew the uncircumcised foreskin downward behind the coronal rim, feasting her eyes on its entire exposed tip while Scott's young body trembled from her touch. With her other hand, Lisa slid his clothes down over the rest of his legs, removing them and his shoes while she continued her slow, rhythmic beating of his penis. This was how little boys masturbated until they came, she thought lewdly. Well, he wouldn't have to use his own hand again, and neither would she have to fingerfuck herself!
Scott stared down with disbelieving eyes, having given up trying to understand what was happening to him. He watched her stroking his hardened cock, whimpering and squirming above her, truly shocked by what his teacher was doing to him. "Ohhhh! Ohhhh crap, Mrs. Hamilton! I… I'll spill if you do that much more!"
"Not yet, dear boy! Not yet! There's a lot more we can do before you cum!" Lisa breathed hotly against his youthfully stirring chest. "Let's get up on the bed where we'll be more comfy, shall we?"
Maannnnnn, he knew he shouldn't… but he was going to! He nodded his head with enthusiasm, and Lisa laughed warmly, straightening up to take his hand and draw him the few feet to her large double bed. Jesus! He knew he'd never be the same after today, but he didn't care! He didn't care about anything except the fun she was promising him!
"Crawl up on the coverlet," Lisa crooned with wanton anticipation. He eagerly obeyed, lying on his back with his hard, virile penis sticking high and proud in the air while she lewdly stretched out beside him in naked display. Then she began to smooth her hands tantalizingly down over his immature chest and into all of the secret hollows and crevices of his youthful body. Her lushly glistening lips fastened wetly over his, her tiny moist tongue darting between his teeth to explore his warm, moist mouth.
Lisa's blue eyes were smokily glazed from the obscene demands running rampant through her flesh, and the awareness that Scott Phillips was nearly frantic with his own budding sexuality only fanned the flames of her maddened passions higher. Slowly she raised to her knees beside him, her thrusting breasts swaying sensuously as she rolled one leg over to straddle his firm, young thighs. With a provocative, circling motion, she spread her hips wider and gradually lowered her hair-fringed cuntal slit until it was brushing against the very tip of his erection. She undulated back and forth, feeling her pubic hair graze lightly against his fleshy hardness, taunting his bulbous penis-head with the fleshy pink lips of her sensitive vagina.
"Ohhhh… little lover! I'm going to make you the happiest boy in town!" she moaned in a throaty sensuous voice. "I'm going to do all the wonderful things to you that I've never let myself enjoy before! Would you like that, Scotty?"
"Y-yes!" Scott heard himself croak. He was having difficulty with his breathing now, and he choked out a gasp as he raised to his elbows and watched the slowly rotating crevice between her legs teasing his upthrust penis. Oh man…! He hoped to God she'd never stop until it was all the way up inside her pussy! "Uhhhhhhhhh, yeessssssss!" he blurted in delight, the sight of her full, milky breasts swaying as she moved her cunt along his cock in a slow grinding motion adding to his excitement.
"You sweet, sweet darling!" Lisa breathed hotly. She ran her fingers through his curly brown hair, leaning forward on the bed until her thrusting breasts were even with his face. Then, drawing his mouth closer to one distended pink nipple, she ordered corruptly: "Suck it, my child! Take my titty in your mouth and suck it!"
Insane and lascivious sensations raced through the mature woman's belly as she watched his lips part timidly when her tingling nipple brushed against them. And then with lewd delight, she pressed her breasts fully down into his warm, open mouth. "Ohhhh, that's it!" she gasped as she felt his sucking lips ovalling around her resilient flesh. "Ohhh, little lover, lick my nipple with your tongue! Squeeze my breasts with your hands, too! That's right! You're doing so well! Mmmmmmm!"
Heady with her unchained passions, Lisa continued to kneel over the boy and slowly grind her moist cuntal lips around the end of his penis in wanton teasing. She was not quite able yet to bring herself to pressure down and envelop all of his hardened shaft in a final penetration of her sensitive vaginal walls. There would be time enough for that… all the time in the world… and first there were so many new and different experiences for them to explore!
She splayed her trembling legs wider apart so his grazing cockhead could slide along the entire length of her fleshy pussy slit, feeling the swollen knob of his rigid, boyish penis enchantingly massage the erect bud of her clitoris. She could also feel the toes of one bare foot curling with her explosive arousal on the bedspread, while the other foot was over the side and brushing against the thick, soft fur of the German shepherd. She realized in dazed, subconscious anguish that the hedonistic dog was eagerly watching his master's son sucking her breast while she undulated her naked loins around his cock with wantonness and craving. But somehow the forbidden pleasure of being viewed by the huge animal only incited her debauching lusts more!
"Ohhhhhh, Scott, darling!" she moaned delightedly down at the boy. "Yes
… Yes, nibble my tit, you darling child!" There was no escape for her now, and her affection for the teenager increased with every second he suckled her breast. Oh Lord, at last she wanted a male, this male! Ohhhhh, how she wanted him! She was finished fighting a battle with herself that she'd desperately wanted to lose for years!
Scott was beyond thinking clearly. The feel of her hard protruding nipple in his mouth while he sucked and nibbled at it with growing skill
… the touch of his fingers squeezing and kneading her aromatic breasts
… the sensation in his stiff, aching cock as she softly tantalized its blunt tip with her hairrimmed cuntal valley… Crap! Was it really all true? Was he actually sucking Mrs. Hamilton's tit while she played with his dingaling? Oh man, Marge sure knew what she was talking about!
"You like that, don't you?" Lisa hissed lustfully down at him. "You like sucking my boobs while I tickle your prick!" She watched his juvenile lips tighten in affirmative response while his tongue stabbed and taunted her nipple. "But this is just the beginning, sweetheart! Just the beginning…!"
She was moving away from him then, pulling her breasts from out of his mouth and letting her pussy-slit slide away from his quivering penis. Man
… he didn't want his teacher to stop now…!
Her breasts dancing beneath her heavily breathing chest, Lisa slowly backed along his body, trailing her long blonde hair in tickling caresses across his naked young flesh. She began kissing his neck and shoulders, sliding lower to nibble his seed-like areoles until he groaned and quivered on the bed. Then she played her moistly sliding tongue down further to lave his belly and wash his tender navel, her passion-hungry eyes greedily absorbing the sight of his slender, rigid penis as it throbbed upright between his strong, lean thighs. She reached for it with almost a desperation, feeling the boy lurch convulsively as she once again squeezed her fingers along its pulsing shaft. She smiled up at Scott with ill-concealed desire, squirming still lower on the bed until all of his lean, hairless loins were in lust-arousing view.
"Ohhhh, Mrs. Hamilton!" the fourteen year old groaned, automatically thrusting his buttocks up off the spread as she fondled his cock. "Ohhh, I like you beating me off!" he crooned, and with spontaneous excitement, he drew his legs up and folded them back so that even his tiny puckered anus was visible to his teacher now. "Please don't stop…!"
"Oh, my little lover," Lisa moaned passionately, and uncontrollably, she lowered her head to kiss him on the inside of his upper thigh. Her own lewd boldness shocked her, even as she planted her warm, wet lips on his fresh skin. Lisa had never considered that a human male's private parts were especially esthetic; the act of kissing around his genitals had seemed another one of those wicked perversions she'd angrily denied her husband. But studying Scott's pink, muscular anal opening and the tight, round sac of his testicles and the thin, sperm-filled ridge running up the underside of his stiffened young cock, Lisa now considered the sight undeniably beautiful and desirable. Oh, sweet child! His skin was as smooth as glass from the crease of his buttocks to the very tip of his pulsating member! The boy looked good enough to eat!
Eat! No… she couldn't have sunk so low as to want to taste him! But somehow this youngster's penis didn't repel her as the hairy crotch of a fullgrown man would, and her own naked pelvis was still moist and tingling from the pleasures of Atilla's animal-tongue. Anything that made a person feel that good could not be the degrading act her mother had taught her it was! She crazily recalled how Ralph used to try to force her head down between his legs, and how she'd cried and flinched, afraid she would vomit from the mere thought. But now… now she understood exactly the licentious emotions he'd been attempting to create in her! God, she'd been such a fool! Well, no longer! She was going to make up for all her wasted years right now — with Scott!
The mature woman began slowly, tentatively licking out with her tongue just as hesitant as Scott had been when first he had sucked her breast. With her hand still grasping his nakedly thrusting penis, she licked her tongue in a lewd, wet line up along his inner thighs. She could feel the teenager twist slightly from the wild new sensations, and she remembered again the delicious stimulation when his father's pet dog had licked her open pussy slit with its tongue.
Lisa worked gradually higher, leaning forward until her mouth was a bare inch away from the firmly, rounded cockhead. Then she parted her lips and blew against it, allowing her hot breath to flow over the pulsating tip in a teasing caress.
"Ohhhhhh, Mrs. Hamilton!" she heard Scott whine delightedly, and his pleading tone urged her on. Her tongue flicked out, coming into warm, wet contact with the blood-hardened crown of his adolescent flesh. It circled around and around the smooth flesh as the boy groaned and jerked beneath her from the erotic feelings she was giving him. The tip of her slowly searching tongue found the tiny opening at the end and darted wetly, maddeningly into it. It was already moist from the small droplets of premature cum seeping through from his rising excitement. The pungent taste and smell caused the older woman to salivate and her nostrils to flare with lustful anticipation of the obscene perversion she was about to commit. She dipped one hand to the base of his slender erection to gently cup his soft, round testicles, while her other hand pulled at the loose foreskin until the tender pink head throbbed alone and exposed against the sensuous softness of her lips.
Then, beginning at the tip and tracing a path down the full length of his boyish shaft to its base, Lisa planted warm, moist kisses all along it, working wetly back up again to the blunt, rubbery head. Finally, with a soft moan of surrender to her forbidden hunger, she slipped her ovalling lips over and enveloped all of the lust-swollen young cock.
Scott's handsome face flushed a deep pink, and he choked out a gasping cry of pleasure as he watched his voluptuously kneeling teacher swallow his penis in her mouth. He could feel her tongue swirling wildly around his tingling cockhead, sending unbelievable charges of lewd excitement rippling through his belly. He couldn't understand how or why this was happening to him, but damned if he was going to fight it! Even if this turned out to be a dream after all, he was going to enjoy every second of his beautiful chemistry teacher hunching between his legs, her big, cushiony breasts bouncing against his knees as she sucked crazily on his aching cock!
Lisa began to suck rhythmically up and down now, taking more and more of his hardened rod into the interior of her buttery-smooth mouth. Her tongue worked with excruciating swirls, parting the glans eye with the tip, widening it so that more of his fresh seminal fluid seeped against her taste buds. Scott Phillips jerked his slender hips upward, driving his lean shaft deep and hard against the roof of his teacher's soft mouth. He was moaning in excited cadence now, staring down at her bobbing, twisting head, watching her resilient breasts dance and sway along his legs as she drove her clasping lips up and down his penis. He could see her mouth clinging to the head of his penis on the upstroke, and could feel the pressure of his impending cum constricting his testicles painfully.
The mature woman was sucking voraciously now, completely lost in the lewdness she was performing, and reveling in the delicious taste of her student's cock. Oh, God, but it was good! It was wicked and depraved and the most beautiful sensation on earth! She'd been so stupid all these years to deprive herself of such fantastic pleasure as this! This youthful cock was all; this youthful cock was the world and the universe, and she wanted it to cum as she knew it soon would! She wanted to taste Scott's virile seed and swallow the delectable nectar and have it swish around inside her belly! She licked and sucked faster and faster, her saliva growing sticky now from the lubricating emissions flowing from the blunt head of Scott's sliding cock.
Instead of the sickness she'd always imagined she'd feel, Lisa's brain was savoring the electric sensations of her mouth around his penis. She balanced herself on one hand and brought the other up to the base of the small boy's testicles, crooning a little now as she sucked rhythmically, hearing young Scott's answering moans of lust. Ohhhhhhh, I love this! I love this!
She was responding from instinct alone now, her soul stripped as naked as her body was. She felt herself the most blessed of females to have this delicious cock in her mouth while the ecstasy rose and billowed in her pussy, her unsated passions growing until she couldn't breathe. God, if there was only some way to quench her lust! Lisa felt beside herself with excitement, the climax the dog had almost tongued her to being such a short while ago, and yet seeming to have happened so long before. She reached her other hand down between her breasts to manipulate avidly the widespread slit between her upthrust thighs. She dug into herself greedily, fingering her cunt in her effort to reach that impossible end which had escaped her. Her pumping face turned crimson over Scott's turgid cock, and she continued to moan around his pulsating shaft as her fingers drove deeper into her smooth, sex-swollen crevice. But it wasn't enough! She wanted a delicious penis fucking into her vagina… but how could she while she was sucking the boyish cock in her mouth? Lord, she was delirious with desire!
Lisa then felt the bed give and the strange presence of another weight climb on it, but she didn't care who or what was joining her and Scott. She was too far gone in her reverie of unleashed passions to think of anything but fulfillment now. She was in a drugged state, no longer human, only interested in somehow satiating the seething cauldron which her vaginal passage had become. Suddenly she felt an odd clasping around her naked waist and a slippery yet hard, rubbery spike rub along her quivering legs. Again and again the unknown shaft danced near her wide-splayed cunt, never quite making it in. Again and again it floundered as she spread her legs wider on the bed and raised her undulating hips higher in an effort to facilitate the entry. My God, get it in! Get it in! Why am I tortured this way? My twat is on fire and has to be filled!
"Holy crap! It's Atilla!" Scott gasped out, but if Lisa heard the boy's horrified cry, it never registered on her sex-crazed mind. She didn't even seem to notice as the boy shivered in momentary stillness while he watched the huge dog's incredible ramming attack on his delirious teacher. He could see his father's German shepherd holding her to his belly as if she were a bitch in heat, and he saw its glistening, scarlet penis hard and free of the hairy covering between its back legs, the tapered point pumping against her crevice in its endeavor to bury itself in the mature, impatiently squirming belly. The teenager stared stony-eyed while the prodding tip missed time after time, and he heard Mrs. Hamilton mewling around his own penis as the invading bestial cock jabbed against her sensitive clitoris. The hot scarlet flesh of the dog's thrusting member contrasted lewdly with the fevered pink skin of her passioninflamed cunt, and Scott held his breath, wondering if Atilla would ever manage to mount his teacher.
Then, to his startled eyes, he saw the older woman shift her quaking, round buttocks in an effort to capture the lengthening penis and lead it to her voraciously grasping vagina, spreading her thighs wider still as the animal's still unsheltered erection rubbed tantalizingly around her cuntal slit.
In obvious desperation and frustration, Lisa used the hand with which she'd been masturbating. She reached back and took hold of the slippery shaft of canine flesh, guiding it eagerly to the entrance of her throbbing, wet vagina, arching her buttocks so that there would be no further trouble in being speared by the cock she had to have. Scott gurgled in shocked delight, as he saw the monstrous dog hump forward then and bury the full length of its cock into the naked woman's hungrily accepting pussy until his bloated testicles were covered with her wetly matted pubic hair.
It was when she grasped the German shepherd's hardened penis that Lisa finally became aware of what was fucking into her. But by then it was too late; Atilla had jerked forward and she felt the thick, warm shaft soar deep up inside her pussy like a flint-tipped arrow. In that split-instant there came the fleeting picture to her mind of the furry case that she had felt with her fingers and the hairy abdomen and long, muscular shanks, and then the true nature of the penis she'd sought so avidly came to her with a crushing impact.
Dear Lord! It's that dog again! It's Atilla! The naked teacher choked on the cock sliding wetly in and out of her mouth, her original scream of horror changing to only a small wail of anguish. Atilla's cock is inside me, getting bigger and bigger! It's like two of Ralph's, like a giant jackhammer! But I'm taking it, I'm taking all of it… and God forgive me, but it feels goooood… It feels so gooooood…!
A low mewl of shame and loathing escaped her, and she moaned in muffled anguish around the young penis she was orally fucking while she thought of the mammoth brute expanding his animal cock inside of her cunt. But there was nothing she could do, she couldn't stop it… she couldn't even hope to stop herself from the rising tide of her immoral sensations. Atilla was a brutal, rapacious machine, and he was beautiful! Wildly she returned to licking and sucking the youthful erection skewering between her tightly clasping lips, grinding her pussy back like a plundering abyss against the furiously rutting dog.
The beast behind her was hammering with pile-driving thrusts that were reaching her very womb, the burgeoning cock swelling to fill all of her milking cunt. It was a miracle, dispatching the maddening demons which had been driving her crazy, with desire, and she tongued shamelessly at the delectable boy-cock in her mouth, wanting madly to be fucked by this hairy monster behind her if it would only make her cum. She thrust her naked loins against Atilla as if she were another savage animal, and felt the tiny rivulets of moisture building in the crevice between her buttocks, the mounting pressure in her belly and vagina signaling that the dog was raising her excitement to the point of the orgasm she hopelessly craved…
Suddenly Scott Phillips screamed shrilly: "I… I'm going to cum, Mrs. Hamilton! I… I'm cummmiinnng!"
In her quest for her own climax, Lisa sucked as never before, while the boy's pummeling cock fused with her mouth until his testicles bounced off her chin. Then, as his climax rolled out from his scrotum like a bursting dam, young Scott lurched upwards off the bed, arching his lean buttocks to drive the last remaining inch of his penis deep into his teacher's throat. The end of his stiffened erection spewed hot, thin jets of virile sperm directly into her ovalled cavern, the creamy seed streaming from his cock like milk from a cow's udder, overflowing her eagerly waiting mouth. Lisa swallowed desperately, afraid of losing a single droplet of the delicious, lust-inciting liquid, her throat working rapidly in its attempt to keep up with the wild ejaculations.
The gushing torrent of adolescent semen was a billowing wave of ambrosia to the older woman, and she buffeted back on Atilla's brutish shaft, gulping her first taste of male fluid as her vaginal muscles milked the dog's superbly expanding cock like a slippery glove. She spluttered through her mouthful of sperm: "Fuck me! Fuck me, you wretched dog! Fuck meee!"
Oh Lord, he'd tongued her almost into Gumming before, and now this…! She was rapidly approaching that elusive orgasm again, and her wildly aroused body was becoming more animal than Atilla! She spread her thighs wider apart, her toes curling into the soles of her feet while rocking to and fro to spur the dog on with his wonderfully pistoning cock. Oh Lord, oh Lord, she was so close to climax, and with this in her it wouldn't take long! With the thick, expanding animal-penis digging into her gripping cunt, the cords on her neck suddenly tightened in an unmistakable sign.
"I… I'm cumming tooo!" she cried out, raising her head to let Scott's deflated penis slip from her glistening mouth. "I'm cumming at last!"
Her hands darted back to clutch her driving buttocks, pulling them farther apart so the dog could hump into her with maniacal frenzy. Her vaginal juices flowed wetly out around the German shepherd's still-pounding hardness, flowing down the crevice of her vagina and flooding over his bouncing testicles as they rubbed rhythmically against her sensitive cuntal lips.
Hunched above the writhing woman's back, Atilla salivated over her naked flesh, digging his forepaws tightly around her waist. The dog fucked into her as she continued to groan out her long-awaited climax, and then suddenly he stiffened, lifting his head to give a great long howl. Lisa could feel the hot waves of his bestial seed suddenly shooting deep up inside her dilating womb, mixing lasciviously with her own secretions in a depraved pool of sensuality. Her head whirled as the hot, powerful squirts of dog-cum filled her to the bursting point with its sticky hotness. The searing walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped desperately, sucking at the jerking organ as her mouth had sucked on Scott's young penis.
The boy was still beneath her, transfixed in awe when his naked teacher began contracting her buttocks in uncontrollable ecstasy, squealing like a stuck pig from the eruption of her orgasm. The thick animal sperm from his father's pet oozed from around the lips of her ravaged pussy and trickled down the upraised columns of her legs, when she suddenly pitched forward over the boy in final satiation.
The German shepherd's quickly deflating cock slipped from her mauled cunt with a lewd sucking sound which echoed obscenely through the stunned silence of the bedroom. The dog calmly sat on its haunches and licked its dangling cock clean, then lowered his head and lapped up the remaining cum fluids which covered Lisa's vaginal crevice. He pistoned his tongue greedily into her soaked pubic hair and pink pussy flesh while she moaned and quivered on top of the boy, her legs still splayed wide apart. When there was only the gleaming trail of his saliva along her inner thighs and buttocks, the huge dog bounded off the bed and wandered from the room. In a few moments there came distinctive slobbering noise as he drank some water from the dish in the kitchen.
But while Atilla might act blase about his tumultuous fucking of her, Lisa Hamilton could not accept it quite so blandly. The tremendous passions which had overwhelmed her only moments before were receding in the aftermath, her mind returning to some semblance of sanity. Shamefully she glanced down at the obscene portrait she and little Scott Phillips made together — her, old enough to be his mother, lying with her arms and legs wide apart while her naked body pressed down against his. A wave of guilt poured through her, along with the temporarily forgotten pangs of horror and dread. She began to feel a deep despair, a mental anguish born of the realization of what she'd instigated this evening, and the resolve that it must never happen again… and then the wretched terror that perhaps it was too late already. That perhaps in her seduction of young Scott and her succumbing to Atilla, she had sown the seeds of her own destruction. As in the case of Marge Spanner, one single damning word could ruin her; and this time it would all be too true. Should Scott ever brag to his friends or tearfully confess to his parents what the three of them had performed here today, she'd be lucky to get out of town alive!
She felt the youngster's body stirring beneath her now, and she rolled over to lie on her back beside him, uncaring any longer that her legs were limply apart, the glistening, flattened plane of her dog-raped cunt presented to his scrutiny. Scott swiveled around and crawled up to sit on his knees, a thin trail of his fresh sperm dribbling from the end of his boyish penis. His mature teacher lay unmoving with her eyes clenched tightly shut, and inwardly she cringed when he said with a contented sigh:
"Man, that was something, wasn't it?"
Lisa placed an arm over her eyes, blotting out the lewd sight of her teenaged lover's naked body beside her. Dear Lord, how could she admit it wasn't something? How could she deny it after the way she'd trapped him and then responded to that hellish German shepherd? But she had to, for her own safety! To admit how much fun this had been would only encourage the child to want her again, and she knew deep in her soul that if he insisted, she wouldn't have the will power to resist.
"When can we do it again?" he asked, almost as if he'd read her mind. "Boy, I can hardly wait!"
"I… I think you'd better get your clothes on and leave," she told him in a deliberately cool voice. "Please… just dress and leave, Scott, and forget that this ever happened."
"But… I thought you wanted me, Mrs. Hamilton? You said I was handsome and… and everything!" His vulnerable adolescent ego, already on the defensive because of his age and the fact this had been his first experience, wilted under the humiliation of being rejected. Crap! He'd done his best, but he guessed he hadn't pleased her after all! "G-golly, and y-you even promised you'd fuck me!"
Lisa shivered from his mention of the obscenity she'd so easily spoken to him before. She could sense the anguish in the innocent boy's tone, and she felt truly sorry for him, but there was no other way. As long as she kept it to just this once, there was a chance that in time he'd forget it ever took place. She too would try to seal it away in a dark recess of her mind, where, she hoped it would eventually deteriorate. Time was a great healer, and possibly a day would come when there would be only a minor scar to remind them both of this fearful incident. But to do it again would only confirm and compound the sin, forever and indelibly branding it on their lives.
"I… I'm sorry, Scott, but there will never be a next time. I should never have said you could… make love to me. It was a mistake, a terrible, tragic mistake. Do you understand?"
"S-sure, Mrs. Hamilton," he murmured, "you d-don't want me no more." Blinking back tears of humiliation and disgrace, her fourteen year old student slowly got off the bed and scooped up his clothes from the floor. Slowly he put them on, dejectedly looking at his lovely teacher as she lay in wanton repose on her bed. A thick lump formed in his throat as he studied her long alabaster legs and rounded titties and the warm, soft triangle of pubic curls where he'd wanted to dip his cock, only the dog had gotten there first. And now he'd never have the chance! Mrs. Hamilton was all finished with him, and he felt so ashamed he wished the ground would open up and swallow him!
"G-Goodbye, Mrs. Hamilton," he finally said in a dull, sodden voice. "I… I guess I'll see you on Monday in school."
"That's a good boy," Lisa replied, choking back a sob of her own. God, what a lewd and corrupting woman she'd become! "You'll go out the back door, won't you? And… and for heaven's sake take that horrid dog with you when you leave!"
"Yes, ma'am." He stumbled out of the bedroom, hardly pausing to grab Atilla by the leather collar and drag him out of the kitchen. He slammed the side door behind him, and together the boy and his dog started the long, lonely walk home.
Stiff-legged and slightly sore, Scott moped along, racking his brain to try to figure out why Mrs. Hamilton had suddenly rejected him and Atilla. Jesus, and she seemed to be having lots of fun, too! Well, he must've done something wrong to louse up a promise of getting fucked. He didn't know what, but he guessed he wasn't the big man he thought he was. That must be it, he bet — his chemistry teacher was used to gown-up men who're hung like bulls, and not even faithful Atilla was enough for her. Crap, it was enough to make a guy slit his throat…!
After the young lover had left with his pet, Lisa felt an overwhelming desire to cleanse her body of the traces of their lewd debauch. She summoned the strength after a few moments to crawl from her bed of shame and stagger to the bathroom, where she mercilessly scrubbed her soiled and betraying flesh in the shower, gritting her teeth as she stood under a scalding cascade of hot water. She took careful pains to wash all of the animal sperm from around her cuntal slit, some of Atilla's cum draining out of her vagina when she'd stood up straight, and after she'd finished her shower and dried herself, she brushed her teeth and gargled with mouthwash. But it didn't seem to purify the dirt on her soul. Still feeling unclean, Lisa hurried back to her bedroom, wanting nothing more urgently than to cover her wicked nakedness.
She grabbed the half-full bottle of Chablis and then dragged herself back to the bed after first extinguishing the lights. In the darkness, she sipped directly from the wine bottle and contemplated her future, what there was of it. Gradually she began to feel drowsy as the wine counteracted some of the torturous shame and horror she felt. She slowly succumbed to the warming lethargy that steeled over her tormented mind, and eventually she drifted into a fitful, restless slumber…