"Ohhhh yes! Atilla! Lick it! Lick it! Eat my snatch! Ohhhh, you're a lovely lover!"

The words burst forth broken and swallowed and choked with passion, and Lisa found herself listening, a tightening sensation beginning to grip the pit of her stomach. The girl was clutching the hair of the dog's neck with both hands and was desperately grinding her naked pussy up against its snout. Lisa could see the dog working faster, its tongue lashing out snake-like and disappearing into the soft hair-fringed pussy lips, the salacious sight and sounds rooting her breathless to the floor.

"More, Atilla! Lick my bush faster!" Lisa heard young Marge pant. "Yes, yes, like that… oohhhhh…!"

Tormentedly, the mature blonde teacher began to realize that her first reaction of horror and revulsion was slowly dissipating, and she was being affected in a way she had never dreamed possible. Now a strange, light-fingered quivering was growing deep between her own thighs, building unwantedly with every moment the huge beast slavered in the girl's cuntal slit. It was wagging its tail joyously now, its head bobbing furiously and causing vile, wet sucking sounds between Marge's widespread thighs.

"Ahhhhh!" the girl sighed deliriously, raising a rash of goose bumps across Lisa's flesh and up to her full breasts, now beginning to heave and harden, the nipples distending sensitively against the sheer netting of her brassiere. She could see the German shepherd's tongue once more, working eagerly in slobbering subjugation at the wide-splayed tightness of the girl's little cunt, and she could see the contortions of her face above the white jiggling mounds of her breasts.