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!'
Chapter 3
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.
