Then, before the last thought had even completely cleared her marijuana dazed mind… it happened!
The German Shepherd, his sperm bloated testicles fired by the softly milking muscles of the naked young teacher's cunt and the lust-incited smell of her female excitement rising to his widely flared nostrils, suddenly whined from deep inside his massive chest and humped forward into her as far as he could go. Beth, squirming insanely now beneath his great, driving hulk felt his long tapered penis swell outwards against the clamping walls of her vagina and then explode and jerk wildly around inside her like a fire-hose unleashed from all restraining hands.
"Oh God, fuck it… Oh God, fuck it," she chanted mindlessly beneath him, feeling the hotly spurting jets of his bestial semen pumping her helpless body full until it seemed it was filling her all the way up to her lustfully dancing breasts and seeping wetly out her nipples to the couch below.
At the same time, she felt the desperately working muscles of her stomach twitch and cramp, the walls of her hotly milking pussy open wide and gush out her own orgasm in warm slippery liquid all around the dog's still insanely jerking cock.
Another gush of searing white sperm splashed hotly across her hollowing back and into her silkily flailing hair and she could catch out of the corner of smoke-glazed eyes one of the men, his hand pumping desperately around his hardened cock, emptying his testicles over her nakedly perspiring flesh.
"Oooooooh Godddddd!!!" her mind screamed in total abandon now as she locked her cunt lips tighter around the dog's still hotly gushing cock, the inner muscles of the aroused little pussy mouth up between her thighs sucking him drier and drier.
And then it was over. As she felt the last electrically charged jolt of her own orgasm rip through her, she opened her mouth wide and screamed out her protest at its end, feeling at the same time, the limply deflated cock of the dog slip with a wet popping noise from her sperm flooded cunt.
She collapsed heavily down onto the couch, satiated, and yet, not satiated, the lewdly swirling semen of the animal in her belly sending fresh tinglings of desire through her already ravished loins.
"Goddamn, did you see that hot little bitch fuck that dog," she heard an unbelievingly breathless voice close by. "Man, I'm gettin' me a little of that pussy too!"
She smiled a dull, lazy smile and rolled slowly over on her back. Her knees lifted and then her legs fell provocatively apart in obscene invitation to the voice that had come to her through the dull haze of her drugged mind.
"Do it to me," she smiled lewdly. "Fuck me more."
She felt the hairiness of the male body crawling up between her open thighs and felt the hardness of his cock spearing deep into her naked cant making a wet sluicing noise as it hit the moisture of the animal semen still lodged far up inside her. Her hips ground back mechanically and she opened her mouth to groan loudly into the silence of the room.
Silence! Her brain froze! She had heard her own sound! The music had stopped.
She turned her head and everyone was looking back toward the entrance. No one moved. Back at the entrance to the lodge, stood Sheriff Lucas Lamont, a grim look impressed on his face and his gun drawn menacingly. No one in his right mind would have thought of crossing the sheriff at that particular moment… not even his own son who stood open-mouthed in the spotlight of the end of the couch…
Chapter 8
The time is one year later. If you didn't know Beth Carruthers before, you'd never know her now. She is polite to the point of tedium and much of her good figure is hidden under a tweed suit and high-collared white blouse. Her hair is pulled back severely and done in a respectable bun and she wears flat-heeled shoes and horned rimmed glasses. And she is married to Fred Martin, headmaster of Vermont Maple Military Institute, a private boy's school nested away in the hills of Vermont where, as Fred says, "We take fine boys and make them fine men."
Fred had met Beth after she had come back from her teaching job in the southwest. He knew it had been an unpleasant experience for her, for she refused to talk about it. At any rate, it wasn't important. Beth Carruthers came from a fine old family with impeccable credentials and, moreover, she was interested in everything he did or said. He had only to drop a hint that he liked a certain food or wanted her to wear a certain kind of dress or behave in such a way and Beth would do everything in her power to please him. Moreover, she didn't make demands on him sexually and Fred felt uncomfortable around women who made demands on him.
Beth made none at all and demurely agreed to marry him and live at the academy with him, helping him in his job as headmaster of the school.
Beth threw herself into her work with enthusiasm that made Fred proud he had made such a choice for his wife. It seemed to him he had boys over to his house day and night. And the boys seemed eager to come around and Fred prided himself on the fact that he was the most popular headmaster and teacher on campus and hoped that the dean noticed.
Open house was every night at Fred and Beth's and the boys came, eager and grinning and Fred sat in his study, with their great German Shepherd at his feet, and puffed out his chest and knew he was one of the luckiest men alive.