Yes, and truly she had willingly entered into a new depraved life now, one in which dogs and children were the salve to soothe the fiery passions which had suddenly taken command of her senses. In discarding her prudery, she had become a seducer and an animal-lover, and she knew she should be filled with sickness, abomination, and a sense of utter loathing for herself.
But she was not, and this terrified her more than all else. For her nightmares were not so much of revulsion for what she'd done, as of the realization she'd done them wholeheartedly in eager abandonment. She was a slave to her emotions, and it was a frightening feeling to know she could no longer trust herself against her human frailties. According to her mother, she and those like her were perfect ladies unblemished by sin or weakness. And now Lisa could no longer claim to be a member of that select club, too painfully aware of the overwhelming power of her sexual needs… and now nothing could ever blot out those lascivious sensations she'd enjoyably rutted in, nor the awful fear that she'd repeat her responses should the temptations present themselves again.
Yet — God! She had to find a way of controlling her perverted impulses! She might be emotionally crippled for the rest of her life, but for the sake of her innocent students, she must keep the appalling truth of her character locked in the confines of her soul. It was the only way she'd ever have the chance to pick up the pieces of her splintered hopes and rebuild them into the image of a decent, respectful woman. But for the moment she could do nothing, nothing except wait, hope and pray for the chance…
Then suddenly there came a knocking, a determined rapping which caught her unawares, breaking her thinking and, with a shock she looked toward her kitchen door.
"Who's there?" she asked shaking slightly.
The knocking repeated, insistently, louder now.
"Who's there, I say?" she cried, irrationally trembling.
"Scott Phillips," came a muffled voice in reply. "Please let me in, I must see you!"
The teacher gasped, "No. Go away!"
"Open the door, Teach!" another adolescent voice demanded, lower and deeper and much more menacing in tone. "Open the door… or do you want the neighbors to hear what we've got to tell you?"
"Oh Lord!" A clammy iciness crawled up the older woman's spine, a premonition that she shouldn't open the kitchen door. Gripping the bathrobe tighter to her, she said to them: "C-come back later if you must. I… I'm not dressed yet."
"Now, Mrs. Hamilton, not later!"
"It… it's important!" she heard Scott exclaim.
Dear God, what do they want that's so critical it can't wait? With fearful trepidation, Lisa slowly padded barefoot to the kitchen door. She stood before it, afraid to unlock it, afraid not to. "But… I'm not feeling well," she called through the paneling. "Can't it wait until Monday, boys?"
At that moment, Atilla barked, adding to her dismay.
"That dog!" Lisa groaned involuntarily. Not only was young Scott here, but so was his father's pet! Had the terrible truth been spilled? But if so, why was just that other boy with them, and not the police? Then what
…? She swallowed thickly, unlatching the door even while she knew she shouldn't, but knowing she couldn't avoid it any longer. She opened it a crack. "Why… it's Curtis Benson!" she said, recognizing the owner of the second young voice as she peered outside.
"In the flesh," the older student responded with a smile. "Come on, let us in, Mrs. Hamilton. This won't take long."
"Well…" She glanced once more at the hopefully grinning features of little Scott. "If you insist."
"We do," Curtis said firmly.
The two teenagers and the German shepherd trooped inside, and the chemistry teacher shut the door behind them. She turned to face them, lacing her fingers together in front of her robe, unsure what she should do or say to them.
Curtis, looking around, whistled softly. "Nice pad you've got here, Teach."
"Yes, yes, I enjoy it very much. But really, I'm not feeling very well at all, so if you could just tell me what's on your mind and then…"
"Horsepiss," Curtis said.
Lisa couldn't believe her ears. "Wh-what?"
"I said horsepiss," Curtis repeated disdainfully. "You're not sick at all. You couldn't be healthier, way I hear tell."
"Now see here!" Lisa snapped. "I won't be spoken to that way! If your parents knew how rude you were…"
"If my parents," Curtis cut in, "knew what you did yesterday with Scott and Atilla, they'd run you out of town."
"No!" Lisa choked in horror. "Did you… did you tell him, Scott? Oh my Lord, did you?"
"Crap," the younger boy said, chagrined. "I guess it sorta popped out unexpectedly, Mrs. Hamilton. I'm sorry." But in spite of his facade of embarrassment, Lisa could see there was a tiny gleam of obscene pride in his dark young eyes, and a small, unhideable grin of lewdness around his mouth.
The chemistry teacher could feel her naked flesh beneath the robe crawling with dread and humiliation. Dear God, he'd become as much of an animal as Curtis or… or Atilla! And then the ghastly truth struck her that she was the cause of his change from a once-innocent child. She had perverted him by her own corrupting desires, teaching him lust for lust's own sake, without the tempering of love or compassion. She had nobody to blame except herself, and now she was reaping the rewards of her depravity!
Curtis Benson's youthful cock throbbed in his tight pants while he studied the older woman's face blanched with horror. "But now, don't get your tail in a knot about it, Mrs. Hamilton," he said arrogantly. "He told me… but that doesn't mean we have to tell anybody else, does it?"
"What… what do you mean?" she groaned, her stomach convulsing in a series of agonizing knots.
"Well, he was saying that you promised him a little action. I think it's only fair if you followed through. Right, Scott?"
"Sure, Curtis, sure!"
"And since it looks like I'm the guy who has to see he gets it, I think I should have a crack at some of it, too. Let's face it, Mrs. Hamilton, a lady who takes on a dog just can't refuse my offer, can she?"
Lisa's mouth twisted in a harsh cry of bitterness. There was no way of avoiding the intent of the boy's vulgar words, his vicious little threat as clear as if he'd tattooed it on his forehead. She was being told that her body was his to plunder at will whether she wanted him or not, and by the way little Scott was overtly staring at her barely clad breasts and thighs, he was all too eager to go along with the sordid scheme. Letting these two friends in her house had been the worst mistake yet, she could see that now, and she desperately tried to think of a way to discourage their plans.
"You… you wouldn't dare force me!" she hissed menacingly.
"Wanna lay any bets on that, Mrs. Hamilton?" Curtis closed in on her, and there was no question that he would follow through with his implied threat, Lisa could see that now, as she stared hatefully into his smoldering eyes. Dear God, it wasn't fair! All she'd done wrong was desire young Scott's body in an uncontrollable moment of passion, and even then she hadn't possessed his innocence the ultimate way, deep up inside her belly!
"P-please, don't! It was an awful mistake yesterday. I thought… oh, I don't know what I thought, only don't make it any worse than it is already!"
"Worse? How can a good fuck make anything worse?" Curtis snorted in lustful humor, taking a couple of steps closer to the older woman. "Why, you just remember how much fun you had yesterday, Teach, and you'll see how much better it can be today!"
Lisa moaned and her eyes glazed with tears. She had to fight them; she had to! She had to do everything in her power to keep from submitting to their crudities, as much for her own sanity as for their sake! She struggled as Curtis reached out one hand and grasped her robe, tugging at her belt. "Let go of me, you little monster!" she shrieked hysterically. "Take your hands off of me!"