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.