the dripping of a shower nozzle left on inadvertently when the students had hurriedly departed.
Louder now, closer and more distinct the sounds beckoned her nearer. Well, the noises were obviously not from the shower, she told herself irritably; while it might be wet, a shower drip would splash, not whimper and moan! She turned the corner of the locker row, gazing idly down the length, half-expecting it to be empty as the other two had been. Then her heart leaped into her throat!
Oh God! she cried silently, biting her lip to keep from screaming out in shock. On the long wooden bench in the middle of the aisle was a naked adolescent girl. Naked girls on locker-room benches are very ordinary and far from surprising in themselves — it was how this girl was naked that blew the blonde teacher's mind!
Lisa Hamilton recognized the maturing body of young Marge Spanner, a darkhaired girl who took one of her morning classes. Marge was lying on her back, her firm nubile breasts swelling high and perky, their tiny brown nipples standing straight up in quivering hardness. Her ripely curved buttocks were at the edge of the bench, her slender white thighs scissored open to lewdly expose the thin pink lips and sparse pubic hair of her developing vagina. Her bare feet were flat on the floor, and squatting between her widespread legs was a large German shepherd dog.
Lisa had never seen the dog around the school before, although by its heavy leather collar it obviously was somebody's pet and not merely a stray running wild. It looked well fed and cared for, its fur glossy and combed. It also had an intelligent if slightly wicked gleam to its eye, and it was a handsome beast in a savage and untamed manner that inadvertently brought chills to Lisa while she stared speechless at them both.
The monstrous brute remained on its haunches as if it hadn't noticed Lisa's entrance and was entirely absorbed by the obscene vision of Marge Spanner's indecently displayed genitals. And, still more horrifying to the wide-eyed teacher, was what the fifteen year old girl was doing to her pussy! The budding teenager's hands were crawling over the thinly hair-covered cunt lips, her erotically probing fingers working deep up inside the tiny hole of her vagina with the unmistakable cadence of masturbation!
This was the soft sucking sound Lisa had heard all the way out in the hall… and the moaning purrs of pleasure coming from the girl's parted lips were the whimpers and mewls which had forced her to investigate! Frozen to the spot, Lisa gasped in stunned disbelief at the perverted spectacle of this immature child finger-fucking herself in wanton disregard of common decency, right in front of a dog! But perversely, as the older woman watched she couldn't help remembering the many nights alone when she'd nearly gone insane with sexual desire… until she had relieved herself the same way with her own fingers, masturbation being the one and only way she'd ever been able to openly respond to the passions locked inside of her. The teacher blushed scarlet as the guilty thought flicked through her consciousness, her breath involuntarily quickening.
But this simply couldn't continue! Lisa told herself that she would have to put a stop to Marge's public display at once, as embarrassing as it would be for both of them. She would be stern but understanding, but she couldn't tiptoe away and pretend she hadn't seen the girl touching herself so wickedly. And it was for Marge's good as well — what if another teacher or girl walked in?
But before she could summon the breath to say something, her facial muscles tightened with newfound horror! The naked girl had removed her finger and was now slowly spreading the lips of her swollen little cunt. The soft wisps of pubic hair covering the tender pink slit were gleaming with vaginal secretions, and now Lisa could see the entire plane of her moist, fleshy crevice brazenly offered in hungering supplication.
'Here Atilla!' the girl pleaded, 'Come here and lick me! Ohhh, you damned dog, come here and eat my box!'
The horribly obscene request was beyond Lisa's comprehension! She staggered back a step while she saw the German shepherd obediently rise and move closer, and she attempted to clear her reeling mind and think straight. The nearly overpowering thought that she should now intervene at all costs and put an end to this flagrant exhibition fumbled in her brain. Lord! She had to scream or rush in or something! She had never witnessed such a perverted abandonment of all that was chaste and holy!
But all Lisa could seem to do was shudder from the perverse stimulation that indulging in something forbidden gives, even against one's will. She watched in fascinated revulsion as the girl's head rolled back and forth on the bench, contorted with the faraway stare of erotic obsession, while the dog sniffed closer along her trembling young thighs. 'Yes… yes, Atilla, lick me out good, you marvelous dog! Ohhhh…!'
The huge snout of the dog inched still closer, and then his long red tongue darted out and obscenely licked along her inner leg. He teased the teenager's smooth creamy skin, arousing her to an unreal reverie of passion, her eyes staring inward at the sexual delights that were coursing through her inflamed loins. The German shepherd was running his tongue over the gentle swell of her buttocks now, taunting her as if it had been trained by Don Juan himself in the arts of love.
'Ohhhh shit!' Marge groaned uncontrollably. 'Higher, Atilla, higher! Sink that tongue of yours right in my twat!'
Lisa watched in transfixed horror, unconsciously licking her dry lips with her tongue as she saw her student urgently spreading the pink cuntal lips still wider. Through the moisture, the curling damp hair and the bright quivering pussy lips, Lisa could see the erected tip of the girl's clitoris glistening with succulent desire. Then Atilla raised his head, and his tongue flicked forward to flutter lightly over the trembling bud that nestled in the raw wetness of her open pink slit. Marge's body jerked spasmodically at the sensational shocks of pleasure that pierced through her nubile flesh, and she automatically began to roll her hips back and forth in an obscene rhythm to match the animal's tonguing of her cunt. Her tightly clenched teeth could not suppress the agonizingly delicious mewls of passion that rumbled from her throat, making her sound even more sensuous and abandoned with each undulation of her writhing thighs.
Hypnotized, the older woman stared at the girl twisting to the obscene licking between her legs. Never! Never before had she imagined that such terrible depravity existed! She had heard of men who sometimes bent a girl to their will and forced her to submit when they put their mouths down there… but Marge Spanner was craving it, begging for it in no uncertain terms, and, worst of all, from a dog! It was so horrid, but at the same time mystifying, to the divorced teacher, how this cherubic girl was allowing it to happen… and enjoying it! Lisa had found a certain measure of empathy when she'd been watching Marge masturbating, something in the girl's lost glassy stare having reminded her of when she would writhe from her own exciting touch. But now this child was being aroused to an unheard-of pitch by a dog, not by her own fingers!
'Ohhhh yes! Atilla! Lick it! Lick it! Eat my snatch! Ohhhh, you're a lovely lover!'
The words burst forth broken and swallowed and choked with passion, and Lisa found herself listening, a tightening sensation beginning to grip the pit of her stomach. The girl was clutching the hair of the dog's neck with both hands and was desperately grinding her naked pussy up against its snout. Lisa could see the dog working faster, its tongue lashing out snake-like and disappearing into the soft hair-fringed pussy lips, the salacious sight and sounds rooting her breathless to the floor.
'More, Atilla! Lick my bush faster!' Lisa heard young Marge pant. 'Yes, yes, like that… oohhhhh…!'
Tormentedly, the mature blonde teacher began to realize that her first reaction of horror and revulsion was slowly dissipating, and she was being affected in a way she had never dreamed possible. Now a strange, light- fingered quivering was growing deep between her own thighs, building unwantedly with every moment the huge beast slavered in the girl's cuntal slit. It was wagging its tail joyously now, its head bobbing furiously and causing vile, wet sucking sounds between Marge's widespread thighs.
'Ahhhhh!' the girl sighed deliriously, raising a rash of goose bumps across Lisa's flesh and up to her full breasts, now beginning to heave and harden, the nipples distending sensitively against the sheer netting of her brassiere. She could see the German shepherd's tongue once more, working eagerly in slobbering subjugation at the wide-splayed tightness of the girl's little cunt, and she could see the contortions of her face above the white jiggling mounds of her breasts.
Suddenly, Marge jerked her legs up off the floor, bringing them high up in the air and then back until her knees touched her breasts. The complete surface of her tender developing vagina was open to the eager dog. It flicked its tongue into the little puckered rosette of her anus, and Lisa stared as if mesmerized by the sight, and a long low moan bubbled from Marge's lips.
'Oohhhh, don't stop, don't stop!' the girl whined, writhing her from buttocks furiously against the hot licking tongue spearing mercilessly between the open cheeks of her upraised buttocks. 'Damn you, Atilla! You're driving me wild!'
Lisa Hamilton barely dared to breathe now, the rasping sound escaping from her own throat having become
