Carlotta Graham - The Teacher's dog

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.