Carlotta Graham - Teacher_s bonus

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?