Jackson Robard - Sex-education class

The German Shepherd was now nuzzling under the lust-ridden black girl's crotch, pushing his massive head between her pelvis and the ground. Joan's eyes widened in sympathetic response as she watched the dark girl's buttocks raise and bend in kneeling, abject surrender before the huge animal. Oh God, it was just like seeing herself submissive on the hay again, a relentless tongue having similarity lashed her to servile defeat. Both she and that girl had been crushed of their resistance by vigorous and unrelenting attacks upon their sensitive vaginas… and God! Which was the worst to become obedient to… a brutish dog or a gang of vicious boys?

The girl was on all fours now, and the huge beast was mounting the spread cheeks of her nakedly rounded buttocks, paws placed firmly on her back. The glistening, scarlet penis slipped from its huge sheath dripping, its tapered point dangling in the hot pink crevice as the animal trembled and jerked, trying to bury its thick red hardness inside the kneeling black girl.

Sobbing, the girl looked back, shifting her full buttocks to try and capture the lengthening shaft of dog cock. Like a bitch in heat, she strove to swallow the long, scarlet penis up inside her voraciously hungry vagina. The sharp tip missed, slid up to find the momentarily relaxed anus, attempted to enter. With a cry the girl tensed and evaded the bending, up-thrusting prod in fright, but the dog returned immediately to the attack, having tasted success. Joan held her breath with her five students as they watched the huge dog buck madly behind the moaning girl in his mindless attempt to skewer her on the still-lengthening taper of the huge, dripping penis. Out of control, the dog growled in frustration as the girl in desperation reached back and grasped the long slippery cock. She guided the point of it into the swollen pink lips of her cunt, spreading her legs wider to allow more room as he thrust forward.

With one mighty lunge, the giant German Shepherd jerked his loins and buried his huge fleshy penis deep up inside the squirming girl's tightly grasping pussy. It slithered forward with a wet rush until it was sunk to its hilt, his hairy testicles swinging below her matted pubic hair. A moan of relief came from the speaker as, with contorted lips, she began to move rhythmically backwards against the panting dog. As the forelegs trapped her waist, she began to undulate her body and move her buttocks in lewd little circles, abandoning herself to the depraved animal-fucking she was receiving from behind. Her face was turned sideways toward the camera, and everybody in the room could see the rapture she was feeling from the delicious screwing the dog was giving her. Her large, dark breasts danced tautly beneath her writhing nakedness, moving in time to the long lancing cock of the dog as it slid deep into her, like a relentless scarlet poker of glistening flesh burying itself deep in her belly.

Joan's breath was coming in tight gasps and the burning sensation bubbling in her loins grew in maddening intensity with each second she watched the young black girl being ravished by the dog. Her own body was beginning to perspire in the warm, closed room, the excited heat of the teenagers around her acting almost like a giant heater. Joan could feel a trickle of sweat running from her navel down her belly into her pubic hair, its slow, teasing trail causing her to squirm the moist, hair-lined fringes of her warmly throbbing pussy still harder against the floor. She could see out of the corner of her eye that Knuckles' hand was still probing under the flimsy panties between Lucy Hamilton's loosely spread thighs, thrusting more rapidly now inside her tight young cunt. Sharla Gronsworth's eyes looked glazed through the darkness as she ground her slender pelvis up with greater determination against Mickey Hagen, her blouse now open and spread back from her slim white shoulders to openly expose her firmly budding young mounds with their pink-tipped nipples. Her own small hands were dipping between their bodies, running wildly over the bulging front of Mickey's tight blue jeans.

Joan bit harder on her lower lip to keep back a groan of building frustration, her forehead covered with tiny beads of sweat from the sight and sounds of the feverish young bodies around her. Another trickle ran down the valley between her ripely mature breasts that Wayne was massaging and kneading into hardness. One of his hands dipped down and then rose to push the tight restricting brassiere up and away from her swollen, aching mounds of flesh. His fingers cupped her resilient globes as they came free, trapping the hardened, sensitive nipples between thumb and forefinger, squeezing them until a small excruciating sensation brought a gasp of surprised pleasure from his teacher's open mouth.

Joan suddenly squirmed down hard, for now the brazen boy had dropped his other hand to her bared knees and was slipping it up between her legs to the fullness of her thighs. He pushed the hem of her skirt up and was half-way to her panties, when Joan finally found the strength to react and grasped his wrist tightly with her hand. She tried to hold him back from her, but he moved by force and soon was caressing the softness of her belly which quivered under her small skirt. Teasing at the light sprinkling of hair at the base of her abdomen, his strong young fingers rotated against the warm mound of her loins, unable to go further because of her tightly pressed thighs.

Joan dropped her other arm to grasp his wrist, though by doing so she was no longer able to hide her naked breasts from the children of her class. But it was not enough to stop the searching of his hand, and Wayne crept deeper, teasing her excitedly throbbing vagina and lower belly through the thin material of her skirt and moistened panties.

As his fingers worked more firmly at her loins, indecision arose in Joan as to what she should do. If she moved violently enough to break away from his grip, the struggle would certainly attract attention, perhaps from even outside the room. Considering what was going on, that would cause the very trouble she so desperately had to avoid! There was no more she could do without creating a ruinous scene, so Joan resigned herself almost with relief to Wayne's sneaky searching of her moistly throbbing thighs. She closed her eyes for a moment, her youthful lover's fingers feeling so wickedly good to her, almost as though he were touching her nakedness. Surely he would go no further with the other youngsters around like this…

The youngsters… Joan opened her eyes and glanced guiltily around for fear that her other pupils had seen what Wayne was doing to her. And suddenly she felt as if a mailed fist had hit her in the pit of her stomach! Mickey Hagen had worked young Sharla Gronsworth into such a fever pitch of excitement, that the teenage girl was now lying naked on the floor, her glassy, lust-smoked eyes staring up into nothingness. Mickey was straddling her rapidly rising and falling belly, his face pressed down in her soft pubic mound below, his long wet tongue snaking out and flicking teasingly at her quivering little vaginal slit. Sharla's body jerked as the electric contact made her legs clamp tightly together around his head, imprisoning him between her inner thighs, and soft mewls of animal pleasure poured forth from between her small white teeth. The girl was caught in a mindless fit of uncontrolled lust that made Joan's mouth gape with disbelief. Her own torso begin an involuntary swaying in time to that of Sharla as the naked student squirmed in lewd delight to the nerve-shattering lickings of the boyish mouth glued tightly to her tender young cunt.

Suddenly Joan heard a deep gurgling sound from Lucy Hamilton, and the horrified woman turned to look at what her other two students were doing. They were both as naked as Mickey and Sharla, their stripped clothing scattered around them like the remains of a battlefield. Knuckles had a sadistic grin on his face as he lay below her, having taken the young Lucy brutally by her long hair and thrust the thick, bent shaft of his cock deep up into her innocent little mouth. Joan sucked in her breath, certain that the girl kneeling over him was going to choke to death from the cruel size and shape of the boy's long hard penis, but Sharla took it all. She hungrily sucked at the virile hardness as Knuckles lowered her head up by her hair and began to buffet her body between his legs. Joan watched in horrified fascination as Lucy's wetly ovalled lips sucked with all their might on the youthful hardness fucking up into her tender wet mouth.