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   WARNING:

   This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.

   The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and
contains descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are not an adult, or reading
sex stories upset you, do not read any further.

   I am NOT the author.  I don't have the talent to write these stories. 
We can only be ...  "TheEditor" and Associates.





   The Teacher's Dog

   By Carlotta Graham



   Chapter 1

   Lisa Hamilton paced the outside aisle between the last row of desks and
the windows.  She could see the schoolyard and the small park beyond, its
trees and shrubs just beginning to bud with spring, and because of the
slant of the afternoon sun, she was also able to see her image reflected in
the glass.

   She paused for a moment, the way a woman will when passing a mirror, and
primped her long blonde hair with her fingers, inspecting herself
abstractly in the window's reflection.  Never, though, did she pause in her
lecturing, the day's lesson on chemical reactions between basic oxides and
acids flowing from her lips in a never-ending stream of words.  Lisa
Hamilton was known as a hard task-master by her high school students, even
though to look at her, one would think she would be warm and tender and
perhaps too soft on the freshmen who took her course.

   In fact, there were some who couldn't understand how Lisa could stand
being a teacher at all, when there were so many more exciting and pleasant
things for somebody as beautiful and provocative as she.  Most of these
were men who had tried dating her at one time or another, and who had
subsequently been firmly rebuffed in their amorous efforts.  Lisa was
thirty-one, of medium height and a little on the slender side, with full
high-peaked breasts and firmly rounded thighs, long sculptured legs and a
flat taut belly -- all of which were more in keeping with the budding
figures of the girls in her classes, instead of a woman twice their age. 
Her face was a heart-shaped oval with a pert stubby nose and large
Koala-bear eyes with bright ice-blue pupils.  Her lips were naturally
crimson and needed very little lipstick, and they habitually curved
outwards and down in a mock, seductive pout.  Her smooth skin was the ivory
of a natural blonde, although during the summer months she took a tan
readily and became a golden hue.  Add to all that a melodious voice with a
seductive, throaty purr, and it was no wonder that the vice-principal
chewed his report cards with frustration!

   At the moment, her class was either looking at her or their open books,
and all of them were fidgeting.  They wound their legs around the metal
supports of the seats in front of them, sliding down farther and farther in
their chairs and doodling aimlessly with their pens.  Lisa Hamilton talked
on, and she was only half-heard, the teenagers impatient to get outside in
the lovely weather, their eyes rolling around the room like cattle in a
small enclosure.

   Finally the voluptuous blonde teacher made a complete circuit of her
class and came once more to her desk.  It was on a raised platform and was
much larger than any of the others, and was cluttered with reports and
bunsen burners and all the paraphernalia necessary to conduct experiments.
When she stood behind her desk and stared out at them, the students all
knew it was time to pay closer attention, as much as they wished not to,
and there was the soft sibilant sound of cleared throats and shifting
clothes, like the rustle of dry leaves across the ground.

   "Bertram," she said, indicating a tow-headed boy.  "Would you tell us
all what happens when acids are added to bases?"

   "Uh ...  salts are formed, Mrs.  Hamilton."

   "Very good.  And what determines the number of salts which can be
formed? Not you, Elmira, I can see you've done your homework!  Sherry? 
Will you tell the class the answer?"

   The girl in the third row, fourth seat blushed a violent red, and
lowered her head.  "It ...  it is determined by ...  by ...  by ..."

   "Don't you know, Sherry?"

   "Yes, Ma'am ...  only I can't say it."

   Lisa Hamilton made a mark in her grade book with an indelible pencil. 
"Then I'll say it for you, Sherry.  A salt is formed by the replacement of
the atom or atoms of hydrogen in the acid by the metallic atoms of the
base. Thus acids which contain more than one atom of hydrogen can have more
than one salt.  How many salts can sulfuric acid have, ah ...  Jerrold?"

   The boy named Jerrold looked up with absolutely blank eyes.  He clenched
and unclenched his fists, squirming in his chair, and his jaw worked up and
down without uttering a single sound.

   "I could have sworn that Jerrold was here when we began class," Lisa
Hamilton said tartly.  "Excuse me while I mark him absent."

   The class was given time to giggle.

   "Merribelle?  Can you tell us?"

   A high-pitched nasal voice began: "Two, Mrs.  Hamilton.  It has two
atoms of hydrogen, so it --"

   Briiinnnggg!

   Merribelle was rudely interrupted by the raucous sound of the class
bell. It was five minutes to three, and another boring school day was over,
and better yet, it was Friday!  A whole weekend of freedom loomed ahead! 
The bell produced a nervous explosion, a discharge of every ounce of
restraint that had stored up during the long hours.  Lisa Hamilton couldn't
have prevented her pupils from talking out loud and scraping their books
together if she'd wanted to, and if truth be known, she was just as glad
her last class was over as they were.

   Immediately Merribelle and sulfuric acid atoms were forgotten by all,
and the boys and girls stood in the aisles and chattered like magpies as
they filed out the door.  The chemistry classroom emptied, and from the
long halls came the echoing reverberation of lockers being opened and shut
and students coming and going.  Mrs.  Hamilton was left standing behind her
desk; they all had something to do, someplace to go.

   All except the thirty-one year old teacher.  She smiled wistfully as the
last of her students drained from the room and left it empty.  Then she
began gathering her papers together with a slow, precise grace, her mind
wandering as it often did at the end of the day about where she should go
and what should she do.

   Home, she thought morosely.  She'd go home just like always; home to a
rambling ranch-house that was as sterile and vacant as this classroom.  And
it shouldn't be this way!  She should be going out and having fun, letting
a nice man take her to dinner and dancing and maybe even ...  oh God, it
was madness to think this way!  "I'm still a young and attractive woman,"
she groaned under her breath, "but I might as well be an old hag.  It might
even be better if I were ..."

   She hung her head shamefully, leaning forward on her hands in a posture
of penitence.  The papers and books on the desk were a blur of meaningless
nothings to her as she contemplated the barren weekend ahead.  It was
always worse on Friday and Saturday afternoons, although now even the
weekday evenings were becoming heavier to bear alone.  Yet the thought of
being with a man and encouraging his affection and friendship, produced a
still greater reaction of aversion in her heart.  A man inevitably meant a
relationship, possibly even a sexual one in time, and always that reminded
her of her ex-husband.

   Her marriage to Ralph Hamilton had only been one year out of her life
and seven years ago at that, but the scars of that brief interlude were
still carved in her soul.  She had finally become inured to living in the
large house which had been theirs and which had been part of the divorce
settlement; now it merely produced a dull ache every once in a while when
she considered it.  But the thought of Ralph invariably produced a sharp,
icy chill, and even now as she stood at her desk she could sense the acute
pangs growing in her chest.  Instead of the womanly warmth that love should
have brought her, she only had the frigid void of fear and despair, which
no man had ever been able to crack since her parting with Ralph.  And,
wretchedly, she knew that emptiness included Ralph.  Especially Ralph. 
While there had been things wrong about him, as there is with any human
being, she instinctively realized that the blame for their dissolution
rested squarely on her shoulders.  Or rather, she was forced to admit
grimly, the blame rested down between her legs ...

   Lisa knew deep in her mind that she attracted men easily.  Without being
immodest, she was aware that her figure and manner was disturbingly
desirable, and that there was nothing outward to indicate her inner
frigidity.  She looked all woman, a totally sensual female.  Ralph had been
taken in by it, and she couldn't face the prospect of chagrin and horror
which another affair would surely produce.  So she lived alone ...  and
hated it.

   It wasn't as if she didn't know what was at the root of her problem -
but knowing the problem and knowing the solution are two different things.
Even though she had loved Ralph very much, she hadn't been able to respond
to him the way a full-blooded woman should.  Every time they went to bed,
her mother was there between them in spirit, and the ghost of the old lady
held her daughter back, curdling the physical response which nature had
instilled in her body.

   Lisa's mother was puritanical and prudish, but unlike Lisa, she believed
sincerely hers was the only right way for a woman to behave.  She had
explained the mysteries of sex to her child when Lisa had come running home
with her first menstruation, tearfully afraid something was wrong and she
was bleeding to death.  The mother's teachings had consisted entirely of
dire warnings about the bestiality of men, and the woman's chore of
submitting to their disgusting animal-like ruttings which overcame good
taste and gentlemanly breeding.  A woman had to endure, but never allow
herself to willingly serve in the evil and filthy practice of procreation.
To this day, Lisa could recite chapter and verse of St.  Paul and St. 
Augustine, and the passages concerning the devil's love of flesh and the
meaning of Original Sin.

   It was certainly no wonder that Lisa lasted as a virgin all during high
school and teacher's college, despite the numerous temptations cast her
way. When, at the age of twenty-three, she had fallen in love with Ralph
and lost some of her reticence, he had tried to explain to her that her
mother was wrong.  But the damage was too complete, and no matter how
logical or loving he was, he couldn't dent the mother's insidious teachings
which by then had seeped into Lisa's subconscious and controlled her basic
emotions.  The result had been that she'd remained untouched until her
wedding night, and if she'd had her way, would have continued undefiled
afterwards.  Love was pure, sex was ugly ...  and the two could never be
joined.

   "Be kind, Ralph," she pleaded that first night together.  "Please, be
gentle with me."

   And Ralph had been gentle and kind with her.  But in the double bed with
him, Lisa's eyes filled with tears, and when he caressed her breasts
through the transparency of her honeymoon nightgown, her whole curvaceous
body had shuddered uncontrollably.  She sucked in her breath convulsively
when he slid the negligee up over her naked body and began kissing the pink
nipples of her breasts, making them harden and distend with involuntary
desire.  She could recall after all these years every clear detail of his
strong hands sliding over her nude skin in the darkness of the motel
bedroom, and the way her flesh had betrayed her mind by responding with
shivery goose bumps of delight.  His fingers moved slowly lower, until at
last they teased softly over the curly silken hairs of her pubic mound. 
Then down deeper ...  to find their way gently into the tight valley
between her tender vaginal lips ...

   Now, staring sightlessly down at the pile of work on her desk, Lisa
Hamilton fought to erase the memories which still haunted her, but without
success.  The painful recollections of her marriage were too vividly seared
on her mind to ever be forgotten, or forgiven.  She unconsciously trailed
her eyes down her conservative woolen dress, thinking how Ralph had
traveled the length and breadth of her naked body that first night and on
many subsequent nights after that.  And she recalled the unwanted
sensations he had caused to ripple through her exposed loins, now so
correctly covered from blatant exhibition ...

   Ralph had been her husband, and she knew it was her wifely duty to
please him.  But her mother's warnings about tiny electric sensations of
pleasure were still too strong for her to overcome, and she lay frozen on
her wedding bed in fear that there was something wrong with her because he
was sexually arousing her.  And when her lawful mate lowered his strong,
muscular body between her cringing thighs, and probed her defenseless
virginal passage with his thick, throbbing penis, Lisa was more terrified
than she'd ever been before in her life.

   Ralph's massive cock-head buffeted lightly against her hymen, easing its
way into the undiscovered moistness of her soft trembling pussy.  It felt
too good to her to be anything else except evil ...  and then she was able
to sense the tight ring of her purity give way to the prodding tip of his
long, hard cock.  There was a spasm of pain, she recalled, but not like any
pain she'd ever known before, it was warm and more fulfilling than
frightening, and she involuntarily gasped with delight as she felt him
slide further up inside her tightly clasping cunt.

   Yet, helped by her domineering mother's disapproving image, she was able
to fight away even the tiniest bit of excitement from her senses.  She
endured her new husband's lustful passions with hundreds of puritanical
proverbs she had become infused with, reciting them silently with her eyes
squeezed tightly shut and her lips bared back over her clenching teeth. 
She prayed her morality wouldn't desert her as she heard Ralph's breathing
become harsher and more labored, and sensed the contradicting emotions
surging through her when his penis flooded her vagina with great spurts of
his hot thick sperm.  That was the only reason for allowing a man to have
his way with her ...  for children, for procreation ...  or so she told
herself over and over.

   Still, in spite of her firm resolve not to weaken, somewhere in the back
of her mind were excited nerve-endings that lewdly reveled in the spewing
warmth of his semen.  His pulsating cock pressed rhythmically against the
smooth, rippling walls of her helplessly contracting pussy.  Those sudden,
uncontainable spasms of delight had scared her breathless, and she
redoubled her promises to resist the slightest sign of prurient pleasure
for fear of becoming no better than a sluttish whore.

   The next few nights were even worse for the newly-wed couple, no matter
what Ralph did to try to overcome her resistance.  Lisa's inability to rid
herself of her mother's image and actively enjoy his love-making made her
stiff and rejecting, until she was almost driven insane with guilt.  It got
so that in her mind's eye, his hardened erection was the symbol of all she
was supposed to hate, and the sight of it projecting thick and spear-like
from his hirsute loins was enough to set her trembling with witless
anxiety. The blood-rigid rod of male flesh was too big, too lustful and
overpowering for her to accept, and she groaned beneath its thrusting and
surging with undisguised repugnance.

   Months passed, and even talking out their problem was too painful to do
any good.  It was a time of hellish agony for the young woman, and she lay
awake at night, listening to her husband toss and turn in his frustration.
Even during the day, life was becoming increasingly unbearable for them --
for Ralph, because his wife's apparent repulsion to sex made him feel
sexually inadequate for the first time in his life; and for Lisa, because
her own fears and frigidity made her hostile not only to her husband, but
to herself as well.

   Eventually her consistent denial of sexual pleasure reached the point of
no return.  Over a night-club dinner on their first anniversary, Ralph
drank a bit too much and blurted angrily: "I want a divorce.  I want out,
you cold-cunted icebox, so I can find me a real woman ..."

   And a self-denying, cold-cunted divorcee Lisa had remained ever since,
miserable and subconsciously frustrated ...

   With a heavy sigh of regret and self-pity, the melancholy teacher
gathered her books and papers together, and with a last look around the
cavernous room, walked out and shut the door behind her.  The hall was
empty, the mad exodus of students over now, and her footsteps were a lonely
sound to her ears.  She could hear the last bus leaving the parking lot,
and from further on came the distant yells of the school's baseball team
practicing on the field.  Pretty soon the custodian would begin his rounds,
pushing the day's collection of dirt and trash ahead of him with his big
broom.  Perhaps I should let him sweep me up, too, she contemplated sadly.
I'm not any more use than an empty bottle, or a discarded candy wrapper ...

   Disconsolately, Lisa Hamilton walked down the stairs at the end of the
hall, and along the basement corridor toward the teacher's lounge, where
she kept her hat and coat.  But as she was passing the door to the girl's
locker room, she heard an odd sound which made her pause.  Curious, she
cocked her head to one side, wondering if she'd heard correctly ...

   Yes!  There the noise was again!  It was a very faint wet sound, almost
a sucking sound that was coming from the other side of the door,
interspersed with soft moaning mewls!  What on earth ...?

   More perplexed with every passing second, Lisa stood wonderingly what
the weird noises could possibly be, and automatically she glanced at her
wristwatch.  It was nearly three-thirty now, and nobody should be in the
girls' locker room after the last gym class!  Was somebody hurt, unable to
cry out for help?  Maybe ...  but she could not be certain.  The walls were
thin and the door hardly soundproof, but the sounds were so low as to be
unintelligible.  It would be terribly embarrassing to burst in and find
that there was nothing wrong ...  but still ...  if there were a girl
injured, it was her responsibility to find out!

   She hesitated for another moment, and then she thought she could detect
a vague whimpering.  This convinced her to act, and, resolving to take a
quick look inside just to set her mind at ease, Lisa pushed open the
swing-door.  Just inside was a plywood partition which acted as a screen to
protect the girls' privacy as they changed or took showers.  On the other
side were the three rows of back-to-back metal lockers, with the tile
shower room on the right and the exit to the gym on the left.  The unknown
sounds were in the direction of the showers, and, as she walked quietly
toward the last row of lockers, she wondered if they were human or animal,
or perhaps 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 so loud.  Her mouth was hot and dry, and
the prurient sensation tickling unwantedly between her thighs caused her to
clamp her legs tightly together.  Never before in her life had she
experienced such a revolting sense of fascination!  The lewd scene and
obscene sounds held her gripped, her full breasts commencing to ache with a
throbbing desire of their own.  She found herself recalling the few times
Ralph had tried to go down on her and lick her between the legs, and how
she had shouted at him how evil and corrupt he was for entertaining such
crude ideas.  Now she almost wished she had allowed him to suck her pussy.
She knew if her ex-husband were here right now ...  right now this moment
...!

   "I ...  I'm cumming, you fuckin' dog!  Shit on a shingle, I ...  I'm
going to cummmm!" the girl half-screamed, finally crooning off into a weird
little wail as she choked and spluttered, arching her hips up off the bench
in agitated response!

   Lisa was trembling uncontrollably while she viewed the girl's climax. 
Dear God, a dog had tongued her to orgasm ...  an orgasm which Lisa had
never experienced all the times Ralph had made love to her the normal way!
It was beyond belief that this could be happening ...  but it was!  Was it
possible that women were all alike; that they were supposed to enjoy sex
...?

   But as Marge sprawled satiated back against the bench, the calm
aftermath seemed to snap the older teacher back to her sanity.  Atilla,
too, acted as if he were aware that the wild orgiastic session was over,
moving back from the still quivering flesh of the girl's saliva-glistening
vagina.  He turned and for the first time acknowledged Lisa's presence,
staring headily at the woman, his ears pricking up as he tilted his head.

   Lord, don't let him bark!  Lisa found herself praying.  She was filled
with far more apprehension than fear, less worried that he would suddenly
attack her than that he would warn Marge that she was here in the
locker-room.  All she wished to do now was silently creep out, heavy with
guilt and self-loathing for the way she'd responded to the sordid
spectacle. She was in no condition to chastise the girl and certainly not
wholesome enough to counsel her about feminine decency!  Let her who is
without sin cast the first stone ...  and she couldn't do that any longer,
not after the way she'd been thinking!  Did not the Bible teach that it is
as great a sin to think evil as practice it?  God!  What had she allowed to
overcome her?

   Lisa backed away, feeling lost and soiled, not knowing what to do.  But,
before she was able to reach the partition, her worst fears were confirmed.

   "Arf!" went the dog.

   "Mrs.  Hamilton!" cried the girl.

   Marge Spanner sat up convulsively at the bark of Atilla, her legs still
splayed on either side of the bench, the wet moisture of animal saliva
dripping from her pink cuntal slit.  Her hand was up to her mouth, choking
back a terrible, whimpering cry as she recognized the chemistry teacher
standing nearby.  Shame and guilt came to her in that split instant, and
her face flamed with livid humiliation.

   "Oh no!" she gasped, her eyes widening hysterically.  "Oh Mrs. 
Hamilton, I ...  I ...  What are you doing here?"

   "There was noise," Lisa blurted, her mind whirling in its effort to find
the proper words.  "I came in, a-afraid somebody was hurt.  B-But it's what
you are doing here that's important!"

   Marge averted her crimsoning face, moaning in sickening anguish.  "You
...  saw me, didn't you?"

   "How could I help it?" Lisa said sharply, but then fell silent.  The
older woman found herself momentarily stymied, the guilt of her own obscene
behavior weighing heavily on her conscience.  She knew she should say
something and tried to steady her conflicting thoughts to be the proper
teacher, the calm and rational adult who could handle such things.  "I ...
I think you had better get dressed, young lady," she finally managed to
utter in a quavering tone.

   "Oh crap," the girl moaned uncontrollably, leaping to her feet.  She
completely ignored the dog now, who was sitting on its haunches again,
looking slightly bewildered at this abrupt turn of events.  Wildly, the
girl sought her clothing, opening one of the lockers next to her and
pulling on a jersey blouse and a pair of stretch pants.  In her hurry and
panic, she didn't bother with panties or bra.

   "P-Please, Mrs.  Hamilton," she tearfully begged as she dressed. 
"Please, don't rat on me!  I mean, don't tell my parents what happened! 
They'd kill me!"

   "I ...  I don't know ..." Lisa stammered, still in a daze.

   "What are you going to do?"

   "I simply don't know!  Whose dog is this, Marge?"

   "Oh no, please don't make me tell you!  That'll make it even worse!" the
young teenager blubbered frantically.  "Atilla is a nice dog most of the
time, and they'll put him to sleep or something awful like that!"

   "But --"

   "He wandered in here!" Marge continued feverishly.  "Yes, that was it!
Atilla wandered in here while I was changing and he ...  he forced me to
let him lick me!  He growled at me and everything!  Just look at his
teeth!" Then, as if realizing that she had just talked herself into a
circle by her patent lying, the girl hastily tried to set things straight
again.  "But really, he's a very nice dog, and he's never ever done
anything like this before, and I'm sure if you'll let him --"

   "Stop fibbing to me, young woman!" Lisa snapped impatiently, "I saw you,
I saw everything that went on in here, and you deliberately urged that dog
to ...  to ...  do that, after you ..." She couldn't bring herself to
openly speak the descriptions of the acts she had witnessed.  The words
seemed to catch in her throat, an unwanted sensation of excitement welling
up in her chest at the remembrance they caused.  "What you did was ugly and
perverted, Marge Spanner, and lying about it will not make it any better!"

   The girl blanched with terror, stumbling back a pace as fear of what the
chemistry teacher could do to her loomed in her mind.  "B-But he did, I
tell you!  Atilla wanted to rape me, only I ...  it was exciting and I
couldn't help myself," she concluded lamely.  Then, her young feral mind
working at high speed, she suddenly began to see a way out of her dilemma.

   "But if you knew what happened, Mrs.  Hamilton, you must have been
watching me the whole time!"

   "I ...  that is ..." Lisa, suddenly caught off guard, was rapidly losing
the last of her control, all thought of a rational discourse with the
fifteen year old girl fleeing from her distraught and turmoiled mind. 
"Don't be silly, I ..."

   "You were, weren't you?" Marge pressed smugly.  "You've been standing
there watching me playing with my cunt and getting Atilla to lick it, and
you were digging it, weren't you?"

   "Don't talk to me that way!  I walked in here and it was all too obvious
what was going on!" But her face was becoming as red as Marge's was from
the lewd accusation, and she knew her lie was as transparent to the girl as
Marge's had been to her.

   "Monkey balls," the teenager snickered.  "You knew what I was doing and
you didn't call a halt because you were getting your follies out of it."
The girl shrugged airily.  "Well, don't get your ass in a flap, Mrs. 
Hamilton.  We all have our hang-ups, and having my twat diddled by a dog is
one of mine.  Different strokes for different folks, I always say."

   "Never in my born days have I been talked to this way!"

   "Oh, come down off your chariot, Mrs.  Hamilton.  Hell, you should have
let me know you were looking at me.  I think I'd have gotten a bigger kick
out of it!"

   "Now, I certainly will tell your parents," Lisa fumed.  "And I will
march that dog to its owner and have a few words with him as well!"

   "Well, I can't stop you taking Atilla home," Marge replied slyly, "if
you can find out who he belongs to.  But you aren't telling my parents or
the principal or anybody."

   "I will!"

   "Because, if you do, I'll tell how you stood here and watched me humping
away!  I figure it'll be worse for you than for me.  I'm just a kid,
remember?  You're my teacher, and that'll really make the fur fly,
especially if I sort of let it slip that you were encouraging me.  Just
think of what a story like that would do to your reputation and future! 
And it's my word against yours!"

   Lisa felt her skin crawl at the sound of the immoral girl's threats. 
Marge was just enough of a little bitch to do it, too, she thought
haplessly.  The publicity, the reliving of the lurid details that could add
nothing except more insult to injury ...  It would certainly entail an
investigation, possibly before the Board of Education, and perhaps, if
things got out of hand, into the courtroom!  The girl could not only ruin
her with her lies, but send her to jail!  She'd rather die than go to
prison!  "You wouldn't dare!" she gasped out in horror.  "You wouldn't dare
do that to me!"

   "If you force me to I will," Marge responded callously.  She grabbed her
shoulder-strap handbag from the locker and began to saunter impudently
toward the exit.  "I don't see why there's all the fuss anyway.  We all had
a bit of fun, and nobody was hurt." She paused at the partition to turn and
stare at the older woman with adolescent arrogance.  "Just let me know when
you want to turn on again, Mrs.  Hamilton.  I'll see what I can arrange."

   "But ...  but the dog!" Lisa babbled, beside herself with a mixture of
horror and indignation, her mind a total confusion.  "What about the dog?"

   "Oh, I don't care what you do with it.  But I'm sure you'll think of
something.  Toodle-oo!"

   And then laughing, Marge Spanner sidled out the door, leaving the highly
distraught chemistry teacher standing alone with Atilla a few feet away.



   Chapter 2

   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!"



   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.

   "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 ...



   Chapter 4

   Little Scott Phillips awoke shortly past eight-thirty Saturday morning.
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he lay in his bed as his mind cleared of
its fuzziness, and slowly he remembered the events of the previous evening.
Going to get Atilla -- the wanton exhibition of his chemistry teacher
having her pussy licked by the dog -- his own excitement at the sight and
the subsequent wild time on Mrs.  Hamilton's bed -- seeing Atilla mount her
while she sucked his cock.  Crap, it had been a good time ...  but it had
ended so terribly!  First her throwing him out of the house, and then to
come home and get beaten for staying out too late.  Man, his ass was still
sore where his dad had whupped him!

   Both his parents had asked him where he'd been, and the boy had made up
a story about searching all over town for the dog.  He'd never once
mentioned being at his teacher's place, much less what happened there, and
he never would!  It was too humiliating to admit!  Anyway, with the
instinctive insight of a bright youngster, he realized that if he admitted
he knew what Atilla could do, it would open up a whole can of worms about
who had trained it to do it, and who was enjoying having it done to them.
Jesus, it had been the most exciting thing he'd ever seen, watching lovely
Mrs.  Hamilton getting licked and screwed by the German shepherd ...  but
did Atilla do that to his own mother, too?  And ...  did his dad watch like
he had, getting all hot and bothered ...?

   Man, maybe he'd sneak around some night when they thought he was asleep,
and try to find out.  But sure as shit he wasn't going to say anything! 
Scott shuddered at the whole shameful idea of his parents and Atilla
together, and he quickly slipped out of bed, padding across to where his
clothes hung in t he closet.

   He undid the drawstring of his pajamas and unfastened the top part, and
for a moment he stood naked, looking down at himself.  Once again he
remembered with scarlet embarrassment how he'd been nude in Mrs. 
Hamilton's bedroom like this, and how her fingers had stroked his penis
into bursting hardness.  Only he hadn't been enough for her, that was for
sure!  He found his eyes lingering on his now flaccid penis and the taut,
round scrotum hugging his inner thighs.  His slender cock jerked in
responsiveness, tingling with blood and beginning to rise.  Guiltily the
teenager averted his eyes, quickly dressing in clean underwear, a thin blue
sweater, and tight whip-cord pants.  Then, shivering with mortification as
though swept by a sudden chill, he left his bedroom and started down the
hall.

   His mother was busy in the kitchen when he entered, banging and
clattering the dishes about as she prepared buckwheat cakes for breakfast.
Mrs.  Phillips was a lively redhead, still vivacious and good-looking at
the age of forty, despite a propensity toward plumpness.  She was wearing
her favorite around-thehouse attire, a heavy blouse, a pair of
paisley-print culottes and furry slippers, and by the way her pendulous
breasts jiggled beneath the fabric, her son could tell she wasn't wearing
anything else underneath.

   Man, he thought as he sat down at the kitchen table, Mrs.  Hamilton's
tittles weren't all hangy like hers ...  but what the hell, she was his
mother, not some model!  While he looked at her, Scott tried to visualize
what she would look like, hunched over naked on her hands and legs as his
teacher'd been, begging the family dog to hump her.  He shook his head, the
thought too incongruous to believe, just as the older woman turned to wish
him a good morning.

   "Morning, Ma," Scott replied sheepishly, and stared glumly at the
formica pattern of the tabletop.

   "You're still not upset at being spanked last night, are you?" Mrs. 
Phillips asked, setting a glass of orange juice in front of him.  "You were
out late, you know, without telling us where you were.  That was very
naughty of you, and we were very worried."

   "No, Maw, I know I deserved it." he mumbled.

   "Well, don't let your father see you with such a long face."

   "Is he up yet?"

   "No." She put a plate of buckwheat cakes down, and moved the Karo syrup
over closer to her son.  "And mind you don't make any noise to wake him,
either.  He likes sleeping late on the weekends."

   "Yeah, yeah."

   "What are you going to do today?"

   "I dunno."

   "Well, there's always work to do around here.  The lawn to mow and the
hedge to trim, and the garage could be cleaned out."

   "I can't do anything until Dad is up," Scott protested, poking at his
flapjacks with his fork.  He didn't feel hungry at all, but he forced
himself to eat, knowing it would only cause more questions and trouble if
he didn't.  "Maybe I'll go over to the park until noon.  Fool around with
some of the guys."

   "That sounds like a good idea."

   Scott finished his breakfast without another word.

   "Do you want any more?" his mother asked solicitously, having noticed
something was bothering her son, but still thinking it had to do with his
punishment the night before.

   "No, thanks." he said, pushing his plate away.

   "That's the first time I've seen you pass up my buckwheat cakes, young
man.  Are you sure ...?"

   "No, Mom, I'm just not hungry.  I ...  I have to go now if I'm going to
do anything at the park."

   "All right, if you insist.  But mind you be back at noon!"

   "Yes, I will," he said reluctantly.  He kissed her perfunctorily on one
cheek and left the kitchen almost on a run.  The last thing he wanted to do
was come back here at noon, but then, he didn't especially want to go to
the park, either!  He didn't know what he wanted to do, except be by
himself awhile and sort out some of the confusion and hurt that was
festering in his brain.

   The Phillips' house was smaller than Mrs.  Hamilton's, and in not as
nice a neighborhood.  It was a white-painted clapboard, built on a small
hillock so that the porch off the kitchen was up on stilts.  Below was the
small basement playroom, which opened out, as did the stairs from the
porch, onto a sloping backyard.  The yard was fenced in, and was mostly
crabgrass and burned spots where the dog peed, and the first thing Scott
saw when he walked outside on the porch was that Atilla was gone again.

   Oh no!  he groaned inwardly, his heart sinking into his belly.  Atilla
had managed to get out again, perhaps by jumping over the fence, and now
he'd have to spend the morning searching for him.  And if he weren't back
by noon with him, he'd get another beating more'n likely!  Crap, where
could he've gone?  Not back to Mrs.  Hamilton's, he prayed!  No ...  any
place but there!

   Then the fourteen year old heard the familiar bark of the large German
shepherd, and he sighed in great relief.  The bark had come nearby, from
the Benson place next door.  Scott hurried down the steps and across to the
connecting gate in the fence.  He fumbled with the catch in his haste, then
walked through into the Benson backyard.

   Sure enough, Atilla was there.  With the dog was Curtis Benson, the
sixteen year old youth who went to the same high school as Scott, but in
the next grade higher.  Benson was in tennis shoes and a pair of faded
jeans, and was bare from the waist up.  He was just the kind of boy Scott
wished himself to be, with a well-developed chest and arms, and thick,
black hair his parents let him wear to his shoulders.  His face was hard
and patrician with a hawk-like nose and a thin mouth, and when he was mad,
all he had to do was look at you, and you knew he was one mean mother to
tangle with.  He went out for all the sports, and was always making the
junior teams, and the coaches were already figuring him for first-string
next year.  He got all the girls he tried for, and some he didn't, and many
times Scott had heard him boasting and swaggering about laying this broad
or that one.  Once Curtis had shown Scott a used condom with its top tied
in a knot to keep the cum in it, and had told him that he'd used it the
night before on a virgin girl.  Curtis went out with Marge Spanner a lot,
but that was nothing special to boast about banging, since nearly the only
guy in school she hadn't spread for was Scott.

   Now Scott stood watching the older boy playing with Atilla.  Curtis was
throwing a rubber ball against the fence for the large, romping dog to
retrieve, laughing while Atilla barked joyfully at the exercise.  He took
the ball from Atilla's massive jaws and was about to throw it again when he
saw Scott there, and he paused to wave.

   "You oughta be more careful about your hound, Scott," Curtis said with a
broad grin.  "I found him here fooling with the ball when I came out this
morning."

   "Yeah, he's hell to keep in, all right," Scott replied, walking over. 
"But shit, if we chain him, he just sits and howls all the time, and that's
no good."

   "I heard some other howling last night," the older boy chuckled.  "You -
when your ol' Man was taking the belt to you."

   Scott didn't reply.

   "How'd it go over at Mrs.  Hamilton's, kid?  Was the dog there?"

   This time Scott looked up in startlement, his eyes widening.  "How ...
how did you know that?"

   "Hell, I was out with Marge last night, and she told me that's probably
why you got smacked around."

   "Did she ...  did she say anything else?"

   "Uh-uh.  Only that she'd told you Mrs.  Hamilton had the dog, and you
were going there to fetch it.  Why, what happened?  Did Mrs.  Hamilton
screw you?  Haw!  Fat chance of that!  A woman like her would grind your
nubbin clean off!"

   Scott felt his face livid with burning embarrassment, and he gritted his
teeth together to keep from blurting out the truth.  Even if he didn't fuck
Mrs.  Hamilton, it was still a wild story to tell, and just one time, just
once!  He'd like to have something big enough to wipe that smirk off
Curtis' face.

   "Hey, you're blushing, Scott!  Don't tell me you've got the hots for
her!" Curtis snickered and with a glint in his eye, he nudged the younger
boy in the ribs.  "Well, there're worse dames to want.  Too bad she's such
a prude, though, all that fine meat going to waste.  I hear tell she hasn't
let a man near her since her husband left, and shit, that must've been a
century ago!  'Course now, if she don't hanker after men, she just might go
for you.  You could drop your drawers and she could get out her microscope,
and who knows?  You might just tickle her fancy!"

   That was the last straw.  It was more than the tormented boy could
stand, feeling his frustration and pent-up resentment goaded beyond
endurance, his immature mind still reeling from the shattering experience
of the night before.  He knew it was a mistake to say anything, but he was
unable to resist the temptation, and quivering with overwrought emotion, he
burst out:

   "Yeah?  That's all you know, Curtis!  I could tell you a couple of
things about her'n me.  I sure could if I wanted to!"

   "Don't make me laugh, dingle-ass," the older boy scoffed.  "Next thing
you'll be saying is that you did screw Mrs.  Hamilton."

   "I didn't," Scott said hotly.  "But Atilla did!"

   "That's even a better one!" Curtis snickered gleefully.  "Whad'ya do,
kid, stay awake nights thinking up stories while you flip your pecker?"

   "Listen, I'm telling you straight!" Scott was red all over his face and
down his neck now, his words tumbling out before he had a chance to
consider what he was doing.  "I went over to her house, just like Marge
told you.  But when I went in, Mrs.  Hamilton was naked as a jaybird,
hunched over with her bum in the air and Atilla was licking her snatch!"

   "The dog?  Atilla?  The dog was licking Mrs.  Hamilton's box?" Curtis
frowned, bewildered as he caught the younger boy's intensity and
earnestness.  "You're putting me on, aren't you?"

   "The truth!" Scott said excitedly, and seeing he'd finally gotten
Curtis' attention, he rushed on with his obscene story.  "So I was watching
it, and then she sees me and gets all embarrassed.  But not for long,
because she gets up and walks over to where I'm standing -- and not a
stitch on, either!  She starts kissing me and hugging me and before I know
it, she's got my clothes off, too!  Man, my prick was like a stone!"

   "She-eit!" Curtis gasped, his eyes widening as he soaked it all in.  "So
then what happened?"

   "Well, we get up on the bed and she crawls over me on her hands and
knees, her titties swaying like cow-bells!  I even got to suck one.  'Suck
my tittie!' she told me.  'Suck my tittie!' And I do, nearly chewing it off
I was so hot, and then she moves down and starts sucking my pecker instead.
Wow!  That was great!"

   "Sucked you off!" Curtis' eyes were rolling around in his head like
marbles now, his brain dizzy from the lurid tale he was hearing.  "But what
about the dog banging her?  What about that?"

   "I'm coming to that!  So here was Mrs.  Hamilton with my dork in her
mouth, moaning and writhing around like it was a big stick of candy, and
then Atilla hops on the bed and he ..."

   As the fourteen year old boy recounted the lewd and noisome mounting of
the chemistry teacher by his dog, Curtis Benson listened with baited
breath. He could picture it all, especially the scene when Atilla's fat
dog-cock sank into the older woman's cunt like a sledgehammer!  In spite of
his own experiences with girls, he'd never been a party to anything half so
torrid, and he began to feel a certain vicarious response, his own stubby
penis starting to throb in his pants with excitement.

   So Mrs.  Hamilton is hot to trot for boys and dogs, is she?  A thin
smile of prurient desire creased his lips as the teenager thought of how
nice a piece of her would be.  And hell, he was a boy, too, wasn't he? 
Curtis was willing to bet that she'd be willing to spread her pussy for
him, since she'd been so eager for Scott and Atilla.  And even if Mrs. 
Hamilton weren't willing, there might not be much she could do about saying
no ...

   The wickedly aroused youth turned his undivided attention back to Scott
just as the story rolled to a finish.

   "That dog of yours sure knows the score," Curtis commented breathlessly.
"He works faster than I do!  I wonder who trained him to fuck women!"

   "I ...  I don't know," Scott stammered meekly.

   "Maybe your dad, you think?  Yeah, that's why he gets so uptight when
Atilla breaks loose.  He's afraid the damned dog will run around screwing
all the neighbor ladies!  Haw!  And come back home with the clap or
something!"

   "Dad bought the dog full-grown.  He probably got it that way."

   "Well, wherever he learned, Atilla sure beat your time with Mrs. 
Hamilton.  So you didn't get to wet your wick in her after all?"

   "N-no.  She promised I could, but then ...  then she told me no, and I
was never to come back to her house again."

   "Women are funny like that sometimes, kid.  You'll find out when you get
some pelts to your credit later on."

   "You think I did okay, then?"

   "Sure!  I can tell by the way you told it, Scott, that you did just
fine. Hell, believe me that Mrs.  Hamilton might say she doesn't want you
to fuck her, but really she does!  Has to do with pride, the way I figure,
and hers must've been pretty shaken up after humping the dog.  Lots of
girls can't just fuck and like it -- they have to be drunk and don't
remember, or raped and never wanted it, or some idiotic excuse to make them
pure and holy again."

   "You ...  you mean maybe I can fuck her anyway?"

   "That's what I'm trying to pass on, kid," Curtis said expansively, and
then after a short pause added: "In fact, we could both take her on, and I
bet she'd love it double as much!"

   Scott sucked in his breath when he heard the emphasis of the older boy's
words.  "H-hey, I d-dunno about that."

   "Don't tell me you're afraid to share her."

   "No, it isn't that, but ..."

   "You don't even have Mrs.  Hamilton yet to share!"

   Scott lapsed into momentary silence, unsure exactly what was troubling
him.  But he was suddenly very sorry he'd ever opened his fat mouth to
Curtis, seeing a leer cross the boy's face and knowing it meant trouble. 
If anything happened to Mrs.  Hamilton because of his rashness, he'd never
forgive himself!  In spite of how she'd treated him yesterday, he didn't
want her to regret what'd happened anymore than she had already.  Then for
sure he'd never get another chance!

   Desperately he sought to persuade Curtis not to do anything wrong. 
"Hey, listen, if she doesn't love it, she could have us arrested or
something."

   "Don't be stupid, stupid," the second boy sneered.  "After what she did,
we could squeal on her.  She talks, we talk."

   Scott, caught on the horns of his self-made dilemma, tried again. 
"Well, maybe she won't talk.  Maybe she'll scream!"

   "Screaming is normal for girls, until you get them going.  I remember
Jane Trenholm yelling like hell when three of us wanted to gang-bang her,
and then we started tickling her bush with a parakeet feather.  She was
still yelling afterwards -- but for it, not against it!  Anyway, Mrs. 
Hamilton lives in that big house, so chances are nobody'll hear anything if
she kicks up a fuss.  I've got a hunch she won't, though."

   "I still don't think ..."

   "Sure!  It'll be a snap.  Hey, and I just thought of something else,
kid. Marge left her sister's vibrator in the car last night, and buzzing
that thing between her legs always sets her off like a firecracker!  I was
thinking of returning it to her today, but now I won't!  We'll take it with
us!"

   "With us?  Now?"

   "You know a better time?  You're in on this, aren't you?"

   "Well ..." Scott was torn with conflicting emotions now.  Crap, he was
scared shitless of going back to Mrs.  Hamilton and trying to fuck her. 
But the more he considered it, the more he thought of her tight, wet cunt
sliding up and down over his cock the way she'd promised him.  His penis
was growing hard just thinking about it!  He did want her, and this could
be his one big chance to be a big man with Curtis, too!

   "O-okay," he capitulated at last.  "Only you gotta promise me you won't
hurt her any if she doesn't want to do it with us."

   "Naw, I wouldn't think of it, kid!" Curtis Benson laughed impatiently.
"Come on, grab Atilla and let's move.  Man, my loaf is down to my kneecaps
just thinking about sliding it into Mrs.  Hamilton's oven!"

   Again he laughed, and the two boys and the dog soon set off towards Mrs.
Hamilton's house.  Simple greedy lust burned in the older boy's mind, and
his mouth felt dry, small beads of sweat forming unconsciously along his
brow.  Marge's vibrating massager was stuck in his pocket now, and as
Curtis Benson fingered the phallic-shaped tool, he thought to himself: Just
you wait, Teach!  Just you wait for what's in store for you ...!

   * * *

   Lisa Hamilton suddenly cried out, waking up with perspiration streaming
down her face, her blonde-haired vagina curiously wet and tingling.  It had
been another nightmare, another in a long series of them since she'd gone
to sleep Friday night.  She shook her head in an attempt to clear it of its
confusion, seeing by the bedside clock that it was nearly ten a.m.  and far
later than she was used to staying in bed.  Perhaps that was it, she
thought woozily; she'd been sleeping too hard, and that was the reason for
the late hour, and for a head which felt as if swaddled in cotton.  The
thirty-one year old teacher slowly sat up, still feeling groggy, frowning
as she tried to remember the nightmare that had gone on and kept waking her
up screaming in the darkened room ...

   Little Scott Phillips, naked and aroused ...  herself, first on the
floor and then bent over on the bed like a dog ...  like a dog ...  like a
dog!

   The impact hit her like a speeding bullet.

   "My God!  Last night!  It happened!"

   Feverish horror leaped through her mind, vanquishing the last traces of
sleep in a single stroke.  She felt the blood rising in her cheeks as vivid
memories of the teenager's penis, and her own sordid performance of sucking
it while Atilla was mounting her drifted back with singular clarity.  She
stumbled from her bed, narrowly avoiding the empty wine bottle on the
floor, and lurched to the dresser to stare into its mirror with
disbelieving eyes.  "Lord, oh Lord, I did it," she moaned in anguish.  "I
did it with a boy and his dog ..."

   Heavy lines marred her usually young-looking skin, and her eyes were
sunk deeply into their sockets as if she'd aged a decade overnight.  She
glanced down then at her naked figure, and unconsciously her hands smoothed
over her throbbing breasts.  She moaned aloud as she touched their swollen
nipples gently, and she moaned again as her hands explored further and
fingered the flushed pink lips of her sensitive vagina.  She probed softly
around the tender cuntal slit and curly pubic hair, having to admit to
herself that there were only a few outward signs of her experience, hardly
worse than if she'd been out late and drinking.  Strange, but I can't see
marks of dissipation.  Nobody could tell I'd been fucked senseless by an
animal while I'd tasted a boy's sperm shooting in my mouth ...

   "God, what am I going to do?  How can I ever face my chemistry class on
Monday with young Scott there?" She mewled abjectly.  She forced back tears
and a wracking sob of shame, removing a chenille robe from the hook behind
the door and slipping it over her mature voluptuousness.  She buttoned it
all the way from top to bottom, and then wandered lost and soulless out
into the kitchen to plug in the percolator.

   While waiting for the coffee to heat, she crossed to the windows along
the back, staring out at the fresh spring morning and wishing it were
cloudy and cold to match the barren winter in her heart.  There were a few
fleecy clouds floating in the azure sky above, and a large bird, perhaps a
hawk, sailed on slow wing, swooping low along the emerald green of the
distant hills.  Its wide, floating circles and long, graceful curves were
so lacking in effort that Lisa longed to be up there with it.  To escape so
effortlessly, to ride the air and feel the peaceful exhilaration the bird
must feel ...  how different from her own incoherent mental agony!  And
always her harrowing thoughts returned to the reality of her actions ...

   Sex.

   She could find no excuse for her horrid behavior yesterday, but she knew
exactly what the reason had been behind it.  Sex.

   Sex had always been a nasty word, a notion of physical contact that
she'd never been able to endure.  She considered shamefully her lustful
drives, so long hidden and repressed, and how they'd finally burst through
her self-imposed shackles to overcome any sense of morality, or decorum. 
Like so much of human nature, suppression can be taken just so long before
it riots -- and the sterner the control, the worse the ultimate explosion.

   Yes, and truly she had willingly entered into a new depraved life now,
one in which dogs and children were the salve to soothe the fiery passions
which had suddenly taken command of her senses.  In discarding her prudery,
she had become a seducer and an animal-lover, and she knew she should be
filled with sickness, abomination, and a sense of utter loathing for
herself.

   But she was not, and this terrified her more than all else.  For her
nightmares were not so much of revulsion for what she'd done, as of the
realization she'd done them wholeheartedly in eager abandonment.  She was a
slave to her emotions, and it was a frightening feeling to know she could
no longer trust herself against her human frailties.  According to her
mother, she and those like her were perfect ladies unblemished by sin or
weakness.  And now Lisa could no longer claim to be a member of that select
club, too painfully aware of the overwhelming power of her sexual needs ...
and now nothing could ever blot out those lascivious sensations she'd
enjoyably rutted in, nor the awful fear that she'd repeat her responses
should the temptations present themselves again.

   Yet -- God!  She had to find a way of controlling her perverted
impulses! She might be emotionally crippled for the rest of her life, but
for the sake of her innocent students, she must keep the appalling truth of
her character locked in the confines of her soul.  It was the only way
she'd ever have the chance to pick up the pieces of her splintered hopes
and rebuild them into the image of a decent, respectful woman.  But for the
moment she could do nothing, nothing except wait, hope and pray for the
chance ...

   Then suddenly there came a knocking, a determined rapping which caught
her unawares, breaking her thinking and, with a shock she looked toward her
kitchen door.

   "Who's there?" she asked shaking slightly.

   The knocking repeated, insistently, louder now.

   "Who's there, I say?" she cried, irrationally trembling.

   "Scott Phillips," came a muffled voice in reply.  "Please let me in, I
must see you!"

   The teacher gasped, "No.  Go away!"

   "Open the door, Teach!" another adolescent voice demanded, lower and
deeper and much more menacing in tone.  "Open the door ...  or do you want
the neighbors to hear what we've got to tell you?"

   "Oh Lord!" A clammy iciness crawled up the older woman's spine, a
premonition that she shouldn't open the kitchen door.  Gripping the
bathrobe tighter to her, she said to them: "C-come back later if you must.
I ...  I'm not dressed yet."

   "Now, Mrs.  Hamilton, not later!"

   "It ...  it's important!" she heard Scott exclaim.

   Dear God, what do they want that's so critical it can't wait?  With
fearful trepidation, Lisa slowly padded barefoot to the kitchen door.  She
stood before it, afraid to unlock it, afraid not to.  "But ...  I'm not
feeling well," she called through the paneling.  "Can't it wait until
Monday, boys?"

   At that moment, Atilla barked, adding to her dismay.

   "That dog!" Lisa groaned involuntarily.  Not only was young Scott here,
but so was his father's pet!  Had the terrible truth been spilled?  But if
so, why was just that other boy with them, and not the police?  Then what
...?  She swallowed thickly, unlatching the door even while she knew she
shouldn't, but knowing she couldn't avoid it any longer.  She opened it a
crack.  "Why ...  it's Curtis Benson!" she said, recognizing the owner of
the second young voice as she peered outside.

   "In the flesh," the older student responded with a smile.  "Come on, let
us in, Mrs.  Hamilton.  This won't take long."

   "Well ..." She glanced once more at the hopefully grinning features of
little Scott.  "If you insist."

   "We do," Curtis said firmly.

   The two teenagers and the German shepherd trooped inside, and the
chemistry teacher shut the door behind them.  She turned to face them,
lacing her fingers together in front of her robe, unsure what she should do
or say to them.

   Curtis, looking around, whistled softly.  "Nice pad you've got here,
Teach."

   "Yes, yes, I enjoy it very much.  But really, I'm not feeling very well
at all, so if you could just tell me what's on your mind and then ..."

   "Horsepiss," Curtis said.

   Lisa couldn't believe her ears.  "Wh-what?"

   "I said horsepiss," Curtis repeated disdainfully.  "You're not sick at
all.  You couldn't be healthier, way I hear tell."

   "Now see here!" Lisa snapped.  "I won't be spoken to that way!  If your
parents knew how rude you were ..."

   "If my parents," Curtis cut in, "knew what you did yesterday with Scott
and Atilla, they'd run you out of town."

   "No!" Lisa choked in horror.  "Did you ...  did you tell him, Scott?  Oh
my Lord, did you?"

   "Crap," the younger boy said, chagrined.  "I guess it sorta popped out
unexpectedly, Mrs.  Hamilton.  I'm sorry." But in spite of his facade of
embarrassment, Lisa could see there was a tiny gleam of obscene pride in
his dark young eyes, and a small, unhideable grin of lewdness around his
mouth.

   The chemistry teacher could feel her naked flesh beneath the robe
crawling with dread and humiliation.  Dear God, he'd become as much of an
animal as Curtis or ...  or Atilla!  And then the ghastly truth struck her
that she was the cause of his change from a once-innocent child.  She had
perverted him by her own corrupting desires, teaching him lust for lust's
own sake, without the tempering of love or compassion.  She had nobody to
blame except herself, and now she was reaping the rewards of her depravity!

   Curtis Benson's youthful cock throbbed in his tight pants while he
studied the older woman's face blanched with horror.  "But now, don't get
your tail in a knot about it, Mrs.  Hamilton," he said arrogantly.  "He
told me ...  but that doesn't mean we have to tell anybody else, does it?"

   "What ...  what do you mean?" she groaned, her stomach convulsing in a
series of agonizing knots.

   "Well, he was saying that you promised him a little action.  I think
it's only fair if you followed through.  Right, Scott?"

   "Sure, Curtis, sure!"

   "And since it looks like I'm the guy who has to see he gets it, I think
I should have a crack at some of it, too.  Let's face it, Mrs.  Hamilton, a
lady who takes on a dog just can't refuse my offer, can she?"

   Lisa's mouth twisted in a harsh cry of bitterness.  There was no way of
avoiding the intent of the boy's vulgar words, his vicious little threat as
clear as if he'd tattooed it on his forehead.  She was being told that her
body was his to plunder at will whether she wanted him or not, and by the
way little Scott was overtly staring at her barely clad breasts and thighs,
he was all too eager to go along with the sordid scheme.  Letting these two
friends in her house had been the worst mistake yet, she could see that
now, and she desperately tried to think of a way to discourage their plans.

   "You ...  you wouldn't dare force me!" she hissed menacingly.

   "Wanna lay any bets on that, Mrs.  Hamilton?" Curtis closed in on her,
and there was no question that he would follow through with his implied
threat, Lisa could see that now, as she stared hatefully into his
smoldering eyes.  Dear God, it wasn't fair!  All she'd done wrong was
desire young Scott's body in an uncontrollable moment of passion, and even
then she hadn't possessed his innocence the ultimate way, deep up inside
her belly!

   "P-please, don't!  It was an awful mistake yesterday.  I thought ... 
oh, I don't know what I thought, only don't make it any worse than it is
already!"

   "Worse?  How can a good fuck make anything worse?" Curtis snorted in
lustful humor, taking a couple of steps closer to the older woman.  "Why,
you just remember how much fun you had yesterday, Teach, and you'll see how
much better it can be today!"

   Lisa moaned and her eyes glazed with tears.  She had to fight them; she
had to!  She had to do everything in her power to keep from submitting to
their crudities, as much for her own sanity as for their sake!  She
struggled as Curtis reached out one hand and grasped her robe, tugging at
her belt.  "Let go of me, you little monster!" she shrieked hysterically.
"Take your hands off of me!"

   "You don't really mean that, Mrs.  Hamilton." Curtis pressed his face
closer to hers, and Lisa could smell the freshness of his youthful face and
the feel of his muscular fingers as his hand dug painfully into her arm. 
"You think of what me 'n Scott can do to you, and you'll see you don't mean
what you said."

   The boy loomed up to her, his eyes devoid of pity.  They shone into hers
with a coldness, boring to the depths of her despairing soul.  "I do," she
babbled mindlessly, now horrified beyond rationality.  "I do mean it!  You
can't make me do this; you can't make me!"

   Curtis only laughed harder, and then he abruptly crushed his moist young
lips down tightly on her mouth, grinding his already hardened loins against
the softness of her abdomen.  Lisa could feel his penis, long and hard,
throbbing through the thin material of his pants and her robe, and despite
her terror and loathing she could feel little butterfly-like sensations
flitting dangerously in her stomach.  She struggled valiantly against both
them and the boy, but Curtis was seemingly all over her, arms and legs
entwining to make her helpless in his urgent embrace.  Finally he let up on
the pressure, and she staggered back, breathless and blushing furiously
with embarrassment.

   "You see, Mrs.  Hamilton?  You can't stop me -- or yourself!"

   That last taunt was entirely too much for the mature teacher to accept.
She turned and twisted compulsively away from his grip, her brain pulsing
with the single panicky dread that she must escape ...  escape somewhere,
anywhere, so long as it was away from this horrifying situation.

   "End-zone tackle!" she heard Curtis whoop behind her, but she stumbled
on toward the living room, encumbered by the folds of her bathrobe but sped
on by the knowledge of what was sure to happen if she were captured.

   Curtis loped easily after her, laughing as he enjoyed the erotic
spectacle of her buttocks jouncing beneath the skimpy fabric of the robe.
Hot shit, here was a real tigress!  It was all a malicious game to him, and
not even a real contest, the terrified teacher no match for his lean,
muscular pursuit.  Just as if he were tackling a right-guard, he scooped
his arm down and around, snapping up one bare ankle and sending her
ass-over-heels on the shag rug.  Her flashing legs twisted beneath her, and
losing her balance entirely, Lisa fell sprawling on her back, her legs
opening wide as she landed on the living room floor.

   Quick as a wink, Curtis leaped forward and pinned her down to the rug.
"That was fun," he chuckled jubilantly.  "Something to get the blood moving
before the main event, eh, Teach?"

   Every inch of her womanly flesh cringed in resistance, but Lisa couldn't
fight his youthful, vibrant strength.  Lord knew she wanted to ...  but
there was no way she could overcome his steel-like grip as he held her
down. And in all truth, she had to admit she couldn't blame Curtis or Scott
for acting this way.  Retribution is never kind!

   "Don't," she whimpered imploringly up at Curtis, and then at Scott as he
crowded around with his dog.  "Don't, I beg of you!  I beg you not to do
this to me!"

   "He promised not to hurt you, Mrs.  Hamilton," Scott said reassuringly.
"But crap, I don't see why you're putting up a big fight.  It's not any
different than yesterday, and then you wanted it!  At least ...  at least
from Atilla," he added miserably.

   "Right on, pecker-tracker," Curtis derided.  "You're all upset over
nothing, Mrs.  Hamilton.  Just think of that dog-cock humping into you
instead of us, if that'll make you happier."

   "God!  Stop talking that way, you filthy child!" She lunged upward from
the rug on the floor, but Curtis held her squirming form down easily.

   "She's screaming just the way I said she would," he snickered cruelly.
"Man, do I dig them there screams!  Come on, Scott, help me get this robe
offa her!"

   "I get to fuck her first!"

   "Who says?"

   "She promised me first!"

   "All right, all right; I ain't going to argue.  Might even be a panic to
see her getting screwed by you, kid.  But let's get this robe off, or
nothing gets done!"

   Lisa lay helpless while she was stripped naked, both boys' eager hands
helping to paw obscenely over her breasts, buttocks, and loins.  Lord, she
was absolutely defenseless against them, entirely at their mercy to do with
as they would!

   The robe was untied and laid wide open on the rug like a giant cape, but
that wasn't enough to please the students.  Scott, in his hasty excitement,
jerked it free of her shoulders and arms while Curtis kept her body down on
the floor.  Then he stood up with a triumphant leer and began to pull his
own clothing off, and within seconds Lisa again gazed at his slender
erection jutting with young pride from his almost hairless loins.

   Curtis, meanwhile, had pinned her down with one massive hand planted in
the middle of her chest like a flat stake.  With his other hand he was
feverishly undressing himself, unzipping his fly and wriggling
unceremoniously out of his trousers, to finally kick everything off,
including his tennis shoes.  His thicker, stubbier penis throbbed out into
the air, larger and more developed than Scott's, as to be expected, but
still freshly immature.  There was a patch of thin pubic hair growing at
the base of his taut, flat belly, indicating his extra years, and dazedly,
Lisa wondered if his hard cock would feel good inside of her.  Somewhere,
deep in her fright-shocked mind, she had the impression it would be
delightful ...

   Ashamed at her own lurid thoughts at a time like this, Lisa turned her
face away from the naked youngsters, her arms clenched tightly to her
sides. She felt her nudity as a great shame covering her like an evil
cloak, one that couldn't be dislodged no matter how hard she might try. 
But soon it would be replaced by one even more obscenely vile, the living
flesh of these two students who were hovering breathlessly over her.  They
were both savage children who didn't care who she was, other than a
defenseless hole into which to shove their long, hard shafts of indecent
maleness and to fill with their lewd young seed.  She was no more than a
gutter prostitute to them, one upon whom their inexperienced bodies wished
to train their prowess.  Great tears of self-pity swelled through her
tightly clenched eyes at the thought, and rolled silently down her cheeks.

   But before her mind could spin any further, the blonde woman felt a
light flicking over the soles of her feet.  Something the naked Curtis
Benson had taken from his pants pocket was now in his hand, grazing
torturously over the sensitive bottoms of her feet!



   Chapter 5

   Lisa Hamilton struggled to sit up, but her student's muscular arm held
her fast to the shag rug with his palm flat against the soft white flesh of
her quivering belly.  Yet she had been able to see enough to know that
Curtis was grinning lewdly as he kneeled naked over her defenseless body,
and that in his other hand was a thick plastic shaft with which he was
tickling her feet.  It was cream-colored, about seven inches long and two
inches around, and it gave off a buzzing hum like a nest of hornets.

   "A vibrator," Curtis explained as she stared back up at his face with a
questioning expression.  "A battery-operated massager shaped like a man's
pecker.  You know, like a dildo."

   A dildo!  Lisa recalled with mounting horror the stories she'd heard of
artificial penises.  No one knows how old they are, clay replicas having
been found in ancient, long-dead cities such as Ugarit and Mari.  The Bible
mentions them; the Roman god Priapus was one; the Orient sells them openly
to this day.  In Paris, call it goderniche, and in Italy, call it diletto
-- but by whatever name, the phallic effigy brings happiness to millions of
tensed-up women the world around.  And now, despite her shame and torment,
it was about to bring happiness to her as well.  Lisa tried to jerk up her
feet and escape the maddening titillation of the phallic tickle.  But it
was no use, Curtis continuing the lascivious massaging slowly up her
calves, paused at her sensitive inner thighs to rotate the rounded head in
small, excruciating circles against her soft, bare skin.  The older woman
squirmed, trapped against the living room floor with the teenager's hand
pressuring against her belly, inadvertently opening her loins in a
crab-like stance.  The moist pink slit of her vagina was now completely
exposed to his vibrating touch, and the greedy eyes of the naked youth
watching her from above.

   "Crap, that's wild!" Scott yelled encouragingly.  "More!  More!"

   Curtis chuckled wickedly and thrust the blunt tip of his torturing dildo
directly against the slightly parted pubic hair, jiggling the vibrator
lewdly along the plainly visible lips of her tight, trembling cunt.

   "Ohhhhh," Lisa moaned, jerking wildly in her vain effort to escape the
taunting buzz which was tingling all the way through her body.  "D-don't do
that!  I ...  I can't stand it!"

   Relentlessly, the teasing dildo played at the tender flesh of her
vagina, working its way up the full length of the narrow palpitating
crevice to her tiny, throbbing clitoris, flicking it madly into involuntary
hardness.  She groaned in desperate pleading for the boy to stop, but
Curtis continued unheeding, working the vibrating instrument slowly up over
the mound of her genitals and across the flat, white plane of her belly. 
Almost crazy with tension, Lisa could feel the fake-cock crawling up over
her ripe quivering breasts and begin to gently caress their nipples, first
one and then across to the other and then back again.  Against her will,
her proud firm breasts were throbbing into round hardness and the peaks
tweaked up hungrily as the tantalizing dildo made delicious circles around
the pink-hued areoles.

   As the tormenting massager began its downward journey again, the naked
teacher found to her fascinated horror that her body was reaching
involuntarily upward to absorb the vibrating pleasures.  The buzzing rod
dwelled long on the whiteness of her belly and in the flexing hollows of
her inner thighs, again causing a slow uncontrollable undulation of her
rebellious hips.  The widening crevice between her firm buttocks once more
splayed open to the leering, lustfevered eyes of both of her students, and
then with a rapacious snicker, Curtis flicked the plastic penis against the
sensitive moist flesh of her cuntal mouth.  The tight elastic orifice of
her swelling pussy jerked back in her surprise, and she tried to wriggle
down into the shag rug to escape the cruelly delightful probe.

   "Agggg!" Lisa gasped between clenched teeth.  "D-don't!  Please don't!
You're driving me crazy with that thing!"

   A sadistic giggle answered her as she undulated against the teasing
dildo in her clasping cunt.  She tried to close her thighs against it; but
they would not seem to obey her mind's commands, and tears of frustration
brimmed in her eyes as the mature woman felt her body gradually losing
control.  She had vowed she would never allow herself to be tempted again,
but already she was betraying her oath, the sheer hopelessness of her
position and the vibrator in the hands of this young boy forcing her into
helpless submission.

   "Nnnoooo!  Stop it!  Stop it, you little monster!"

   "Would you rather be fucked?" she heard the sneering voice of Curtis
Benson call down to her.  "You want Scott inside you now, instead?"

   "No!" she groaned pitiously.  "No, it's wrong!"

   "Yeah ...  but you'll love it!" his tauntingly handsome face of lewdness
coaxed.  Curtis sent a more forceful spasm through her pussy as he imbedded
the vibrator's blunt tip further up inside her vaginal passage.  "Tell me
you'll love it!"

   "I won't!  I ...  I can't!" Lisa's resistance ebbed with the exquisitely
maddening pleasures being lavished on her supine form, but she couldn't
bring herself to suffer this further indignity.  It would be the peak of
total, humiliating surrender!

   "Say it, Mrs.  Hamilton," Curtis hissed.  "Say you want Scott to fuck
you.  Yeah ...  for Scott and me to fuck you!"

   "No, no ..." she moaned, lolling her head as far as she could from side
to side in unbearable torment.  "I won't!"

   "You want me to stop, don't you?"

   "I ...  yes!  Oh God, yes!  It's killing me ...  it's so good ...  so
awfully good."

   "Say it then, Teach.  Say what you want instead!"

   "Ohhhhh," their writhing teacher moaned, all resistance fading away as
the lewd sensations from the vibrating dildo slowly changed her body into a
mass of nerve-tingling excitement.  "Give ...  give it to me, then!  Give
it, Scott; give it to me!"

   "Not like that!" Curtis said contemptuously to the tortured woman.  "Beg
us both the way you begged Atilla yesterday!"

   The sixteen year old increased his pressure on the tingling probe until
a fiery ball of hot desire began creeping forcefully into the pit of her
loins.  Lisa fought against it with all her strength, trying to flee from
the indecent plastic cock, but it pursued and massaged her fleshy cunt
relentlessly.  The thick, humming instrument vibrated the moist, warm flesh
of her vaginal walls until she thought her belly would burst from the
delicious sensations rippling through it.

   "Oh God," she heard herself scream, the sweet agony in her body driving
her insane.  "Fuck me!  Fuck me, Scott; fuck me, Curtis!  Go ahead!  Come
on and fuck mmmmmeeeeee!"

   "You mean it, Mrs.  Hamilton?" the younger boy gasped in awe and
delight. "You really mean it?"

   "Yes!  Lord, yes!  Fuck me, you sweet bastard!  Fuck me before I go out
of my mind!"

   "You heard the lady," Curtis laughed with obscene mirth.  "Don't just
stand there with your pecker flapping, kid!  Get down on the floor and have
her ride you like a horse!  Yeah ...  that way I can see everything better!
Hurry!  Hurry up before I change my mind and do it myself!"

   "Oh boy!  Yeah, I will!"

   Lisa groaned at this further indignity, her heart sinking as she
realized that in such a lewd position, it would be she who was mostly on
display, with her naked buttocks waving high up in the air, without even
the fleshy covering of little Scott's body to cover her shameful nakedness.
She watched as the cherubic youngster scrambled down beside her, spreading
out full-length on the large shag rug with his fresh, virile penis standing
up like a thin lance jutting into the air.

   "Do it, Teach," Curtis hissed gleefully.  He threw his dildo to one
side, and she could hear it buzzing wasp-like on the floor nearby.  "Climb
over Scott and straddle his prick!"

   The vanquished teacher hesitantly complied, knowing she'd reached that
stage of no return.  Her whole mature body cringed with the humiliation of
what she was doing, and with the shame of the obscene desires that were
perversely rising in her belly.  She rolled over and levered up on her
arms, her long blonde hair flowing down her face and sweeping the
teenager's chest as it had the day before; her lush breasts swayed
sensuously with their erect flushed nipples almost touching his
hard-breathing body.  She kneeled, straddling with her thighs spread wide
on either side of Scott Phillips' lean hips, and she could sense his
hardened cock pointing directly up at her dildo-tingling pussy slit.  She
thought of how she'd been this way with him before, and tears of prurient
guilt trickled down her cheeks and onto Scott's warm skin.

   The eager youth arched his slender buttocks up off the rug and his
teacher suddenly quivered in renewed shame as she felt the blunt head of
his taut penis sliding once more along the swollen crevice of her vagina.
"G-gee, Mrs.  Hamilton, will you put me in?" the child asked breathlessly.
"You know, like you did with Atilla?"

   "Oh Lord, I can't ...  I just can't!"

   "Put it in!" Curtis demanded.  "You heard him, Teach!"

   "Ohhhhh," the older woman mewled in abject humiliation.  Scott beneath
her was rubbing his youthful erection impatiently against the soft, moist
lips of her hotly pulsing cunt, sending new anal uncontainable sensations
racing through her tingling loins.  Unable to withstand this additional
teasing, Lisa reached between their naked bodies and grasped the anxiously
yearning erection in one hand.  She pulled it upwards until she could feel
the hot, round tip insinuate itself in between the sensitive pussy lips on
either side of her vaginal passage.

   "There ...  there, Scott; now push it up into me!"

   The boy couldn't hold back another second in his adolescent enthusiasm,
and he flicked his hips upward with a sudden thrust that drove his slender
hardness deep into the gaping hot mouth of his teacher's pussy.

   "Ahhhhh!" Lisa cried out as she felt her youthful student bury his penis
as far up as it would go, gently pressing against the cushiony end of her
cervix.  Her mouth dropped loosely open, and she automatically began to
squirm and settle down against the boy in a lewd squatting fashion, feeling
his cock rotating passionately within the confines of her writhing belly.
It brushed against the deep, hidden walls of her womb as she slid her lush,
mature thighs down upon it, and the sweet sensations that it brought to her
were too tremendous to resist.  Low, animalistic mewls of pleasure bubbled
from her lungs as her cunt flared wide to accept all of the child-like
hardness.  Electric pulses of lewd delight rippled through her vagina and
out along its hair-fringed lips, dancing like sparks across her trembling
thighs and up through the tips of her pulsating breasts.  She rotated her
hips around the fleshy young impalement, her pussy twitching to the
rhythmic strokings as Scott began to fuck in and out of her dilating cunt.

   Dear God, fucking had never felt this good before!  It was even better
than it had been with Atilla, and never, ever had Ralph come close to
making her feel this wild!  She didn't know why and she no longer cared. 
She only knew that the slim, driving penis of this beautiful boy was
everything she'd hoped it would be when first she'd seduced him yesterday.
It was becoming part of her!  He had crawled with his eager enthusiasm
right up inside of her!  Scott was driving her insane with lust, and she
never wanted him to stop!

   Beside them, Curtis chuckled with meaningful lewdness.  "What'd I tell
you, kid?  When there's no-no in her eyes, there's yes-yes in her snatch!"

   "Ohhhh, Ohhhhh, crap!" Little Scott Phillips was panting as he
ceaselessly rammed his blood-engorged cock deep into the welcoming cunt of
his chemistry teacher.  He was really doing it at last!  He was fucking
into a woman -- into Mrs.  Hamilton -- and man was it good!  He quickened
his thrusts, needing no urging; delighting as it brought more low moans
from the older woman's clenching lips.  He was learning and learning fast
...  and he swore that this wouldn't be the last time he fucked Mrs. 
Hamilton!  Jesus, no!  Not when it felt this damned fine ...!

   "Oh fuck me, fuck me, boy, fuck me," Lisa chanted in mindless desire. 
She gasped for air at the obscene stimulations surging through her body as
she plunged excitedly up and down over Scott's darling cock.  Now she was a
healthy woman, enjoying sex at last, loving this darling child's penis as
it drove increasingly up into her vagina with growing skill.  She was alone
with him in the private world of lust she'd tried to deny herself, leaving
her lecturing mother, her ex-husband, even the leering face of Curtis
Benson behind her.  All she sensed was the sliding rod of eager male flesh
as she raised back up for another plunge.  Her mouth hung wide open,
unseeing eyes gazing at the room around her ...

   Then there was another movement around her head, and she could feel the
shag rug dropping in' front of her face as a heavy weight descended around
her mouth.  Fingers fumbled with her lips, prying them wider ...  and then
she felt a spongy, moist sensation pressing against her teeth.  She focused
her eyes and saw to her horror a stubby penis right before her.  Curtis,
who could no longer take the lust-arousing sight of his chemistry teacher
being fucked by the younger boy, had now wriggled up to kneel before her
face.  She was pressed tightly to his loins by his hand grasping the back
of her head, and his legs were spread wide so he could lean forward in
obscene offering of his cock.

   "Suck me," she heard the sixteen year old order.  "Suck me like you
sucked off Scott!"

   Lord, but she couldn't!  Being fucked by one teenager was sordid enough,
but to take on another at the same time was too corrupting a perversion to
ask!  And yet ...  a flutter of salacious temptation rippled warmly through
her skewered belly as her flashing eyes filled themselves with the sight of
Curtis' torpedo-shaped cock wavering before her eyes.  It was not offensive
to her, only slightly longer and thicker than Scott's, the rounded crown a
rich crimson that gave its white-skinned shaft an enticing appeal.  It was
as delectable appearing as Scott's had been ...

   "Suck my prick, Mrs.  Hamilton," Curtis urgently growled down at her. 
"Go on, before I cream all over your face!"

   She resisted another moment, and then her mouth fell open with forbidden
desire.  She pressed forward of her own volition and tasted this new fleshy
hardness, while Curtis rammed through her soft, moist lips and into the
warm, wet cavern of her face.  The erotic taste of his young male pungency
immediately increased the arousal in her feverishly fucking belly. 
Excitedly, Lisa began to lick and swirl her tongue around the velvety head
of his cock, while Curtis Benson groaned with rapidly building excitement
from above.  She sucked as much of the cock-flesh into her mouth as she
could, swallowing it whole right down to the widened base.

   "Uhhhhh, shit!" Curtis gasped appreciatively.  "Mrs.  Hamilton, you sure
know how to suck cock, all right!"

   "I told you!  I told you she did!" Scott called up excitedly, watching
with lurid, glittering eyes his luscious teacher's obscene sucking of the
older boy's penis.  He timed his thrusts to match those of Curtis, levering
up on his heels and thrusting upward with all his might, almost as if he
were trying to press up and meet the other virile cock in her belly.  He
held her roundly straining buttocks tightly with his hands as he heard Mrs.
Hamilton cough with Curtis' fleshy erection brushing against her throat on
the instroke, and watched her tender flushed lips above his face clasp
hungrily around the youthful invasion of her mouth.

   Lisa licked and sucked like a she-demon at the hotly pumping penis
imbedded in her mouth, her buttocks rolling sensually in tiny lewd circles
behind her.  She constricted her moistened cuntal walls so that the driving
shaft of Scott's penis was squeezed heatedly up between them.  Now she
wanted to exploit all of her subjugation to the fullest.  She wanted to
saturate herself with the debasing ecstasy, the lurid helplessness of her
depraved demands overwhelming every tendril of her jagged nerves.  Oh Lord,
there wasn't any use fighting it, not one bit!  Tears of unconscious joy
flowed from her eyes as she wallowed in the insatiable pleasure of this
dual submission to the two young students impaling their teacher at both
ends ...

   The large German shepherd had been prowling the room for some moments
now, obviously in a highly agitated state.  He whined and licked his chops
ceaselessly, watching the three naked bodies squirmingly melt together on
the white rug, and he was keenly aware of the smoothly rounded buttocks
undulating in the air.  Their scent of musky heat was a familiar one from
the previous day, stirring his nostrils with lustful instincts. 
Impatiently he circled the rutting trio ...  and then finally the dog was
unable to hold back, anymore than he'd been able to resist the temptation
before.

   He leaped onto the rug, homing in his long, cold nose to sniff at Lisa's
moistly exposed genitals, its black, wet tip actually touching her tiny
anal ring.

   "Yipe!" she gasped from the sudden icy sensation, her mouth opening wide
for the first time since she'd begun sucking Curtis' penis.  "What was
that?"

   "Atilla!" Curtis laughed, feeling his excitement spiraling higher from
this new obscenity.  "You've got your ass waving in the air, and he thinks
you want him to mount you again!  It's like waving a red flag in front of a
bull, Teach!"

   "No!" she mewled, "No, tell him to back away!" She could feel his hot,
loving tongue licking upward through the widespread crevice of her nakedly
quivering buttocks.  "Get back, Atilla!  Get away from me ...!"

   "Crap!" Scott choked out from beneath her.  "He's licking my prick now!
And ...  and my balls!  Ohhhhhh Jesus, does that feel good!  Wow!"

   "But he can't ...!" Lisa cried out around the cock sawing in and out of
her mouth.  "He can't mount me!  There's not room!"

   Curtis Benson couldn't hold back the roaring sensations of lust that the
idea of the dog fucking her too was kindling through him.  He visualized
how it could be done in his mind as he shouted out: "Oh yeah?  Lift up your
ass higher, Teach!  Go on, do it!"

   At first Lisa merely wrinkled her forehead in wonderment, then when she
felt Atilla's strong paws on her hips and the soft fur of his belly
brushing against her naked buttocks, she knew that he was on top of her
again!  She could only imagine what the beautiful animal must look like
now, unable to turn her head because of the teenage penis she was lovingly
milking between her lips.  The massive, scarlet dog-cock slipped from its
furry sheath, dangling and dancing close to her loins!  But darling Scott
was filling her there ...  there wasn't any place except ...  except ...!

   God, no!  Not in her rectum!  To be sodomized by a giant German shepherd
would be the ultimate in degrading perversion!

   But Lisa could feel the hugeness of the dog's fleshy hardness jerking
between her widespread ass-cheeks, insinuating itself up and down in a
maddening search for some hungry hole in which to thrust the heavily
throbbing point.  The tapered end slipped wetly along the crevice, exciting
the bared nerve endings of her sensitive flesh with fiery, moist passion.
And strangely, the tiny bit of whore that's in every woman broke through
this last remaining vestige of her moral code.  Tingling with masochistic
excitement, the hunching teacher suddenly wanted to have the dog-cock in
her anus!  Her belly was screaming for it!

   "Reach around and put his cock in your ass, Mrs.  Hamilton!" Curtis
commanded as if reading her mind.  "Go on, reach back and put it in your
asshole!"

   No ...  No, she couldn't let herself do that!

   But she did!

   She reached down underneath the grinding flesh of her body to clutch the
full length of the dog's slippery penis.  Her tightly closed fist stroked
it softly in reverence, and she could feel the spasmodic throbbing against
her palm and the moistly seeping liquid of excitement as it trickled from
the swollen tip.  She guided it up the valley of her buttocks, not letting
it lose contact with her flesh until it was poised at the pinkish, round
hole of her puckered little anus.  She held it there with her one hand
drawing with all her strength to pull it into her rectum.  Lord, yes!  She
wanted to be fucked in the ass by this beast!

   "Yes, Atilla!  Yes, sock it to me!" she moaned through her
cock-stretched lips as the dog thrust his giant penis in an urgent probe.
For several seconds Atilla tried to lodge himself into the tightly
straining sphincter muscle, and then with a growl of bestial delight, he
jerked forward!

   Lisa felt a slight pop at her anus -- and then a sudden pain so
unbearable that she twisted and groaned, trying with all her might to get
away.  She no longer felt human as the huge dog slithered his hardness far
up inside her rectum.  She jerked back up at him in an effort to throw him
off, but as she did so, the dog rammed down instinctively and imbedded his
rock-hard penis all the way to the hilt in the warm, flaccid tunnel of her
anus.

   "Ohhhhhhh, God!  God!" she groaned in pain, while the dog began screwing
into her in a frantic humping manner.  His giant animal-cock seemed like an
unrelenting fist pummeling into her mercilessly, expanding with each thrust
down into her tightly gripping rectum.  Lisa could feel the monstrous penis
racing brutally into her raw, torn anus, and she strained back against the
grinding assault, groaning incessantly as some of the pain began to ease a
little.  Slowly more pain subsided, and a masochistic pleasure gradually
began replacing the firebrands of agony that raced from her totally filled
anus to the rim of her still dutifully sucking mouth.  Her rising
sensations of lust and passion were fed by her own lewd squirmings beneath
the rapacious dog.  Atilla fucked inhumanly into her hopelessly impaled
rectum, giving her no respite from the growing pleasure building ... 
building ...  building deep in her belly.

   Her cunt contracted spontaneously around the young boy's penis as she
breathed a deep moan from her cock-contorted mouth and moved in tempo to
meet Atilla's superb thrusts.  The dog's forelegs clung to her rounded,
white waist like strong, furry arms, and she undulated her body, rotating
her buttocks in lewd concentric circles around the twin pounding shafts. 
She wished that somehow she could watch herself ...  see the delightful
boyish cock up close as it disappeared wetly up inside her pussy ...  see
her breasts swaying beneath her perspiring torso, moving in cadence to the
rampaging penis fucking into her mouth ...  see the brutish animal flesh
plowing deeper, deeper into the painfully stretched hole of her clasping
anus from behind!  Never, never had there been anything to match this
moment of rapture!  It was sheer ecstasy, in a way that no single human
male could ever hope to duplicate!

   Beneath her bobbing head, Scott Phillips couldn't hold back his groans
of pleasure.  He could feel the warm, soft flesh of his teacher's vagina
pressing tightly around his upthrust erection in feverish lunges while she
greedily 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 temples, he was handsome and muscular, his masculinity so strong
she felt a ripple run through her.

   Better and better, she thought as she came closer.

   "Yes, ma'am?" the man said, "what can I do for you?"

   "Are you Brian Forbes?"

   "Yes."

   "My name is Lisa Hamilton.  I understand you sell dogs."

   "Yes, that's right.  I raise German shepherds."

   "Forrest Phillips recommended you to me," Lisa continued, tilting her
head to one side and smiling pertly at him.  "He said his dog Atilla came
from here."

   Brian Forbes studied the voluptuous young woman for a moment, and then
slowly a little twinkle started in his eyes.  "Oh, he did, did he?"

   "He also said you trained Atilla.  Trained the dog in everything it
knows.  I must say you did a very thorough job, Mr.  Forbes."

   "Were you interested in a German shepherd like Atilla?"

   "Why, it's as if you were reading my mind."

   "You know, it's downright amazing how many people want a pet like
Atilla. I get more business through recommendations than you can shake a
stick at, especially from nice young ladies like yourself."

   "I just bet you do, Mr.  Forbes."

   "It's kinda expensive, but lots of folks don't mind because I train 'em
'specially to suit the person.  Sorta tailor-made to fit your needs, if you
follow me, Mizz Hamilton.

   "A nine week old litter is in the runs behind the house now, ah ... 
Lisa."

   Lisa Hamilton felt an anticipatory chill running up her spine at the
thought of the training sessions to come ...  and of finally owning her
own, private Atilla, Jr.  She slipped her arm through Brian Forbe's, saying
lightly:

   "Then let's go behind the house and see what you've got to offer, shall
we?"



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