sucked at Curtis Benson's cock, and he watched the expression of wantonness spreading across her face at the fulfilling animal-sodomy she was getting. Man, how he wished it was his cock alone that was bringing her such delight! He shook his head foggily and rammed upward into the snug, moist channel of her clasping runt, his eyes fixed on the older boy's hardened rod as it vanished over and over into the pink-fleshed lips of her ovalling mouth. His breathing increased, incited by the lewd scene, and suddenly he felt the insistent rumbling in his testicles announcing the beginning of the end. His slender penis started to throb with urgent need deep inside the warm, gripping flesh of his teacher's runt and belly.
'I… I'm Gumming! I'm cummmmmiinnggg!' he groaned with bated breath, and Lisa could feel her insides bursting apart as the head of his deeply sunk penis suddenly began to spurt. She could feel his delicious hot semen shooting like streams of molten lava into the cavern of her pinkly quivering passage. The hot walls of her pussy squeezed and milked spasmodically as the boy continued to spurt out his completion, filling her womb and foaming out of the contracting fleshy lips around the base of his cock.
She was being driven out of this world!
She couldn't let it end!'
'Fill me, Curtis!' she groaned incoherently around the young cock fucking crazily between her lips. 'Cum, too, you little bastard! Cum in my mouth!'
Lisa was lost to every sense of her surroundings, conscious only of the increased vigor of the splendid animal pistoning into the deepest parts of her overly-stretched anus, and of the naked loins of the boy crushing tighter and tighter against her cock impaled face. She could feel the penis that was stiffly poling into her mouth begin tensing in a jerking motion, and she was sure that Curtis was trying to drive his cock down her throat to meet the German shepherd's fucking far up into her belly… and that thought alone drove her on madly! God, she wanted it to explode in her mouth… to swallow his cum and feel it dribble down her throat. Then she sensed it swelling convulsively, and she sucked with renewed earnestness.
Then Curtis came!
She heard him curse crudely while his cock gushed forth hot jets of thick liquid into her mouth, her pale cheeks ballooning and contracting as she swallowed desperately in hungry gulps, fastening her lips tightly around his jerking organ. She felt the thin rivulets oozing from the corners of her lips, and little Scott leaned up to lick them from her chin and kiss her tenderly on her straining throat. Then the older boy seemed to go limp in front of her, his shrinking penis slithering lifelessly from her still voraciously sucking mouth.
Both Scott and the spent Curtis Benson gaped in lecherous fascination, reading the abandoned expression on their mature teacher's face. They saw her mouth gasp open in a choking wail, thin, sticky strings of white sperm stretching from her tender lips to Curtis' flaccid cock. Abruptly she began to toss her head from side to side, her blonde hair flailing and whipping about her face. She was in the beginning paroxysm of orgasm, both realized, gaping in lewd raptness at the wildly insane screwing of her soft, white buttocks back against the desperately humping dog like a rutting bitch in heat.
Atilla panted and his tongue hung loosely from his mouth as he sodomized into her urgently waving buttocks from behind. Again she wailed like a dying banshee, ramming backwards onto the dog-cock deliriously, just as he jerked forward and his lengthy, lust-thickened penis began the obvious spitting of its animal seed, with hard bullet- like spurts, deep into her hungrily clenching rectum.
Simultaneously, Lisa's rounded quivering thighs started hollowing and tensing uncontrollably, indicating to the two wide-eyed children the climactic upheaval within her heaving belly. Thick, white canine cum seeped from the flushed crevice of her buttocks as her anal orifice milked ravenously at the still hotly fucking dog-cock, running in obscene little streams down the straining white flesh of her soft, inner thighs. Her entire body glistened nakedly in the living room light. And then, satiated, she groaned insensately and flopped her head sideways to Scott's hairless chest.
Atilla finally released his paws from her waist. Lisa felt his furry weight lifting from her, and the limpness of his softening penis slipped with a lewd popping sound from the confines of her cum-flooded rectum. She slithered forward and lay spread-eagled across little Scott's body, feeling wet and sore but strangely without any of the hate or loathing she'd experienced after her climax yesterday. Instead in her aftermath, she could only feel contented and somehow eager for more.
Eager for more! God, she couldn't! But she was…
Knowing herself now to be beyond redemption, the nakedly lusting teacher rolled over onto her back and smiled sensually up at her two high school students and the German shepherd. She raised her hands and massaged the hardening nipples of her lushly ripened breasts, almost grateful for the callousness which seemed to have thickened like a mental skin over her once guilt-ridden soul. Maybe later it would be different and she would revert to her old ways… but she doubted it, and for the moment she didn't give a damn about anything except more, more, more!
For a long, electric moment, only heavy breathing filled her living room. Then Scott grinned and said: 'Man, this was nice, but I gotta get back home by noon!'
'Yeah, I better check in, too,' Curtis Benson said, and then, chuckling with obscene mirth, added: 'And what the hell, Teach here looks like she's had enough for one day!'
'That's what you think,' Lisa purred throatily as she squirmed meaningfully on the living room rug. Fire licked through her loins despite her recent climax, her passion spurred on by the thought of their delicious hard penises skewering into her time and time again. Through lust-glazed eyes she could see them sprawling open-mouthed beside her, and she laughed sensuously with her now completely released craving for their tender, developing bodies… and the heavy, hairy form of the lusty dog!
'Come on, darling children,' she whispered lewdly up at them in encouragement. 'Fuck me now, fuck me in the ass like Atilla did if you like… but fuck me! Or aren't you grown-up enough to get hard-ons again? I bet Atilla is! Do you want me to ask him to fuck me instead?'
'She-eit!' Curtis gasped, already feeling the stirrings of arousal in his cock. 'I don't care what time it is! 'Sides, it's my turn to fuck Mrs. Hamilton!'
Scott's eyes gleamed as he watched the older boy crawl over his teacher's pulsating cuntal slit, his beardless face leering down with undisguised passion. 'Ram it to her, Curtis!' he yelled encouragingly. 'Ram it to her nostrils!'
'Yes, fuck me, fuck me,' Lisa moaned with renewed desire, drawing her legs up, her feet flat on the rug as she felt the teenager arch his lean, developing torso over her chest. 'Go on, stick that wonderful prick into my pussy!'
'Spread 'em wide, Mrs. Hamilton!' Curtis said to the older woman in excitement. 'I'm coming home to roost!'
Yes… Lisa dreamily thought as she let her thighs fall limply open in tantalizing slowness. Yes, she would take on Curtis and then Scott, and then that marvelously mastering beast of a dog again. A million times over, she would, even though the blight and ruination would live on in her heart forever…
And then there was no longer reality for the chemistry teacher, just the ecstasy drifting through her as the pumping adolescent crushed her into the hardness of the living room floor and fucked her into sweet oblivion…
Chapter 6
It was a few weeks later, an unseasonably warm Saturday which foretold of the lovely summer yet to come. It was early afternoon, and Lisa Hamilton had driven across town and through Rapier City to the other side, where out in the country she'd finally found the gravel turn-off she'd been seeking. She slowed down so that the car could take the many pot-holes and dips, passing a long stretch of barbed-wire fencing and pasture land. Eventually she came to a large, weather-beaten farmhouse, and noting it had the right name painted on the mailbox, she drove into the yard and stopped the car.
The thirty-one year old blonde got out, smoothing her hands down over a tight miniskirt which accentuated her sculptured legs and taut, round buttocks. Then, carefully picking a spot of lint from her form-hugging pink sweater, sh e sauntered toward the porch. She was halfway these when the door opened and a man stepped out to meet her. With an appreciative smile, she saw that although the man was in his late forties and greying around the
