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TEACHER - PART FIVE

By Daemon Way

<a href="mailto:daemonway@yahoo.ca">daemonway@yahoo.ca</a>

"Wuff, ruff."

Julius Gilles whipped around but wasn't able to catch who had
made the barking sound.  It was the third time during Grade 8B
gym class, but being in the gym, there were four pairs of
students playing badminton in the corner the sound had come from
each time and it could have been any of the students.  Cory
Wilson was one of the players each time, and only he would be so
daring, but he had no proof, and there were others.  The boy was
at least wearing his gym strip.  Why a dog noise was particularly
perplexing, and worrisome.  Did someone in the class know about
Saturday?  He had worried all weekend that someone he knew might
have seen him, and now he worried about it again, the rest of gym
class, during his class with the grade nine's the following
period, over lunch, during his two periods of PE 7 that
afternoon, and as he headed to his computer class with the grade
eight's again.

At least he knew that lesson would take full concentration and
take his mind off his worries.  It was on using search engines,
and he knew with a group of grade 8 boys and girls, he would have
to be vigilant.  He particularly expected Cory to go off
searching topics that were not on the assignment, and
particularly porn, which he managed to reach despite the efforts
of the school administration to put up firewalls against such a
thing.  As he approached Cory's seat, he discovered something
even more shocking, a picture of a German Shepard.

"Cool looking dog, huh?" Cory asked with a wide grin.

"Dog's are not on the research assignment," Julius responded
coldly.  Why dogs, and why that breed!

"Yeah, I know.  He just sort of popped up, if you know what I
mean."

Why did he use the phrase "popped up?"  Was he inferring like an
erection?  "Get back to the assignment."

"Sure," Cory said as he clicked back onto "Ask Jeeves".  He was
being far too agreeable.  "So, you got a dog, Mister Gilles?"

"No, I don't."

"I think they're hot.  You like dogs?"

Hot?  That was a strange word to use.  Cool maybe.  But hot? 
That had a totally different connotation.  "Cory get back to
work."

"You do like dogs, don't you?"
"Yes.  Now I won't tell you again."

As he headed on to the next row of students, he could not help
recalling that Saturday afternoon in the park.  The sight of the
dog, the smell and the feel of him, the feel of him entering him,
the perversion, the pleasure, the surprise of getting tied, the
feeling of his hot doggy cum spurting up his asshole, the
throbbing of his hot, slick cock deep up his rectum, the pleasure
throbbing through his ass, the arousal of getting fucked there in
the grass buck naked, the swelling of his cock, the need to get
off a load. . . .  He shook his head.  The memories were vivid. 
Those, though, were not the words he normally used.

He leaned in to see what Anthony was doing, trying to focus on
the boy's answers.  He could feel the dog's penis up his rectum,
the heat of his breath on his neck, the scratches along his ribs
that burned for hours later and were burning that very moment. 
He narrowed his eyes and concentrated on the monitor, but the
feelings came back, stronger, insistent, demanding his attention.
 He recalled the erotic feelings he'd had despite the perversity.
 His penis began to swell.  He concentrated on the monitor even
harder and interrupted the class to make a point about the
assignment, not because it needed making, but so he could get his
mind off the events of last Saturday.  His mind refused and
continued to recall that afternoon.  That was no surprise.  It
had been the most perverse and most filthy thing he'd ever done,
not to mention the most foolish and the most risky thing he'd
ever done.  And, it had been the most physically pleasing.

That last thought was not true!  Why it came into his mind he
could not imagine!  He looked up and glanced around, not sure
what he was expecting to see, but all he saw were his grade eight
students staring at their screens or glancing at his handout. 
The erotic thoughts continued and with each attempt to push them
away the stronger they returned, and not only that, but with each
disgusting, perverted memory came a thrill of arousal and a
swelling of his cock until it was fully erect and bulging out his
trousers.  He reached down and adjusted himself and realizing
what he'd just done, he quickly looked up.  Nobody seemed to have
noticed, nobody except Cory Wilson, who was sitting there smiling
up at him, smiling as if he knew what had happened.  That was
ridiculous.  The boy had not been anywhere near the clearing in
the bushes where he'd engaged  . . .  engaged in that perverse
act, that perverse but satisfying act.

He wondered whose dog it had been.  He wondered if the dog
frequented the park, and if so, if it was at any particular time.
 He considered going jogging after school at the same time as
Saturday to see.  That would be hot, finding the dog again,
feeling his hot, slimy cock up his ass again, getting fucked
again.  No!  His mind screamed its objection at such thoughts and
such language, but his cock throbbed with arousal, urging him on
with his thoughts.  Going jogging would be a particularly good
idea.

Cory leaned over and nudged Anthony and with a leer, nodded at
Gilles's crotch.  Anthony noticed immediately.  Only two months
older than Cory, the thirteen-year-old was even more curious
about sex, and just as eager to explore all facets of the
mysterious new world.  His puberty had struck about the same time
as Cory's, and the boy was perpetually horny.  His boyish  good
looks, smooth olive skin, dark brown hair, and expressive dark
brown eyes made him particularly popular with the girls.  The
boys in his class and many a year or two older envied the fine
wisps of hair on his upper lip and the silky hairs that after
months of daily checking had begun to grow under his arms.  As
Gilles adjusted himself again, the two boys snickered, and
quickly turned back to their computers as Gilles turned around. 
Cory glanced out of the corner of his eye.  Anthony's tight jeans
had a definite bulge, not that that was an unusual condition for
the boy.  Anthony caught him stealing a look, and jerked his head
with a huge grin, indicating he could tell Cory was in the same
condition.  As the two close buddies sat there enjoying their
throbbing erections and the knowledge the other was feeling
horny, Julius Gilles tried desperately to will his down, only to
feel a rush of new lust, a lust like he hadn't felt since he was
a horny teenage boy.

He had not slept much that weekend, and that night he lay awake
staring at the ceiling again.  What was going on?  Never had he
lusted to have sex with an animal like he had that afternoon. 
Admittedly, back when he was in college he had read a couple
stories about women having sex with a dog, and had seen a porn
magazine his roommate had with pictures of a woman and a Great
Dane, and had wondered if it was really possible or if the
pictures were faked.  He'd even jerked off a couple times
imagining coming across a woman and dog in the woods like in the
pictures and wondering what it might be like for her, and had
even wondered once what it might be like between a man and female
dog.  He'd never felt the lust he had that afternoon, however,
and he'd never once thought about a man and male dog.

Tuesday was even worse than Monday, this time someone in the
hallway making dog noises with the change of every class, and
each time he was unable to catch who.  Someone had to know,
perhaps several!  Of course these were junior high students. 
Junior high boys were constantly clowning around and making all
kinds of sounds, having only recently evolved from the elementary
world where fart jokes and bathroom humour were considered the
funniest thing ever.  Making noises like dogs was not that
unusual.

Boys Health 8 class had an exam.  Though he kept a close eye on
the boys, after twenty-two years of teaching junior high knowing
how little junior high boys studied and how little reservation
they had when it came to cheating, his mind kept wandering to the
previous Saturday, picturing himself naked in the park, picturing
the German Shepard fucking him, picturing the two of them
shuddering with ultimate pleasure as the dog filled his ass with
his hot dog slime.  Once again he became aroused and once again
he considered going to the park to see if the dog was there, and
he knew wanting to go there was more than curiosity.  He wanted
to be fucked again.  He wanted to feel that hot, hard cock up his
ass, that slimy goo shooting up his ass, that tight embrace by
hairy legs, that delight in being fucked.  He unconsciously
reached down and squeezed his swollen erection and gave it a
couple strokes.  The sound of snickering interrupted his
thoughts, and as he came out of his daydream and looked around in
a bit of a daze, he could not determine where it had come from. 
Cory Wilson and young Dominic in the seat beside him had very
suspicious looks on their faces.  That was ridiculous, at least
for Dominic.  Dominic was the shiest, quietest boy he had ever
taught, and a model student besides, eager to please, studious,
polite, the type of boy every teacher wanted in his class.

That evening much to the surprise of his family and totally out
of character, he changed his routine.  Instead of working out in
the gym downtown after school, he went straight home, and after
supper, he put on his jogging clothes and headed to the park, and
instead of taking his usual route, he went directly to the
clearing behind the bushes where he'd gone the previous Saturday.
 He told himself it was just to satisfy his curiosity, to put the
obsessive thoughts he'd had the past two days out of his mind and
to put the matter to rest.  Deep down, he knew those were lies. 
His heart pounding high in his chest, not from exertion, but from
excitement and with anxiety, he pushed his way through the thick
brush and stood there in the clearing, tense, worried, and
apprehensive.

Less than half a minute later there was a rustling in the bushes,
and he turned to see a large German Shepard come bounding toward
him, the same German Shepard he'd met last Saturday.  He knew it
was and his heart leaped, in despair and angst.  Despite his
feelings that afternoon, he'd hoped with all his strength that
the dog would not be there.  He was, and he headed directly for
him and immediately began to sniff first at his crotch and then
at his butt.  He whined and cocked his head and looked up at him
curiously, and he backed up and advanced and pranced about him. 
It was evident he was confused and excited and apprehensive. 
Julius was feeling the same.

Although he'd thoroughly washed his boxers and jogging clothes
after the incident on Saturday, the scent of the bitch still
clung to them, especially his boxers and jogging shorts,
imperceptible to him but easily picked up by the sensitive nose
of the dog.  Not being an animal lover, and unaware of Cory
initially transferring the odour of the bitch in heat from her
genitals to his backside besides, Gilles had no idea why the dog
was behaving as he was.  Hell, he had no idea why he was behaving
the way he was.  He had been compelled to come there, but he
really did not want to be there.  He had hoped the dog would not
be there, and yet he'd hoped that the dog would.  He did not want
a repeat of what he'd done last Saturday.  That was perverted. 
That was insane.  It was risky.  It was erotic, fucking erotic. 
It was hot.  To do it again would be awesome, fucking awesome.

That was insane.  He fought the thoughts.  Those were not his
thoughts.  Those were not his words.  He never said or thought
things like that.  Not the latter half.  He was not a man who
swore even at his angriest.  At the moment he was not angry, not
in the slightest.  He was horny.  Hornier than he'd ever felt
before.  His cock itched with arousal.  His ass ached to plugged
by the dog's stiff cock like last Saturday.  The memory of
Saturday fuelled his horniness.  He could not put it out of his
mind.  He had to have a cock up his ass, that dog's cock, Lad's
cock.  How did he know the dog's name?  For a moment the building
lust subsided as he considered that incongruity.  He had no idea
how he knew the dog's name, he just did.

The desire began to build again and he fought it.  He knew he
should just leave, leave that part of the park, leave the park
itself, go home, home to his wife and family.  What was he doing
here thinking about having sex with a dog?  He knew he should
leave but he could not move his feet as he felt the need
building, building, ballooning inside him.  He reluctantly undid
his belt and pulled down his fly.  He willed himself not to but
he pushed down his jogging shorts and stepped out of them, and
then his boxers.  He pulled his T over his head and removed his
runners and socks.  His heart was beating harder as he tried to
resist.  How could this be?

Stark naked, he awkwardly got down on all fours, a puppet
controlled by someone else.  Lad had just as little control over
what he was doing.  Nature had taken over, resolving his conflict
between what his eyes were telling him and what his nose was
saying.  He sniffed the now naked butt being offered him, and he
gave it a long, hot, slobbery lick, the taste of dog cunt
confirming what it was and preparing the bitch to be mounted.  He
leaped upon the bitch and began to hump, driving his hips to and
fro instinctively, his sheathed cock quickly responding.

Gilles's mind told him he had to stop the dog, but a voice also
said this is what he wanted, what he'd been wanting all day.  As
he felt the hairy pouch bumping against his naked backside, he
wanted to stand and to chase the dog away, and at the same time
he could not wait to feel the dog's hot, slimy cock probe his
asshole.  He no sooner thought that than he felt the hot, wet,
rubbery dick poking at his asshole.  He wanted to clench his
butthole closed, but instead he opened it wide, eager to be
penetrated, eager to be penetrated like a bitch dog, eager to be
taken by this horny male dog.  No!

Lad had no conflict.  He was of a single mind.  The human before
him smelled like a bitch in heat, had tasted like a bitch in
heat, and was waiting for him to do what male dogs are supposed
to do to bitches in heat.  His body responded to his thrusts and
to the smells and tastes, his cock quickly emerging from its
sheath and becoming hard.  Achieving erection, his body began
producing the mix of semen and precum that served as a lubricant.
 He tightened his forelegs about the bitch and pressed forward,
instinct alone guiding him into position, his hot, stiff cock
seeking the bitch's opening.    The tapered, pointed tip of his
slick red cock finding its goal, Lad lunged forward with a single
desperate effort and the eighty-five-pound dog penetrated his
bitch.  The production of semen doubled as he began to furiously
fuck the hot, moist hole now grasping his cock, instinct and
pleasure driving him on.

Doggy slime oozed out of Gilles's asshole as the narrow, red
piston pumped in and out of his burning hot hole.  Ripples of
perverse pleasure and total disgust washed over him, his anus
burning hotly and pleasantly like no man's should, and delightful
disgusting watery doggy slime trickled out of his hole and down
the back of his hairy thighs.  Julius Gilles was a hairy man, and
proud of his hairy body and the masculinity it symbolized.  His
hair was now sparkling in the sun with spatters of dog goo.

Once again Lad lunged forward with an extra effort, digging his
long claws into Gilles's ribs as he now pushed his knot into the
bitch, plugging the bitch's hole as nature had intended, tying
them together as he spurted squirt after squirt of puppy making
goo up Gilles's hot, throbbing rectum.  Julius Gilles had never
felt so sexually aroused and so filthy in all his life as he felt
the cock now buried deep up his rectum throbbing and his rectum
being filled with hot slime.  He and Lad panted and snorted as
Lad froze in position.  As their racing blood began to slow, Lad
lost all interest in the bitch he had mounted and stood there
with a hangdog look while nature took its course and the feelings
of disgust and shame and filthiness welled up and replaced the
excitement and pleasure Gilles had been feeling.  He had a long
time to feel his remorse as it took Lad a full twenty minutes
this time for his knot to shrink enough for him to pull out. 
Only then did Cory Wilson, hidden in the bushes, turn off his cam
recorder.

Wednesday Julius almost phoned in sick.  He was sick, mentally
sick, besides physically exhausted.  Ashamed and feeling filthier
than he'd ever felt, he'd gone straight home and had taken a
long, hot shower, but he could not wash away the filth in his
mind.  All evening he could do nothing but think about what he'd
done, how he'd fantasized about having sex with a dog all day,
how he'd gone to the park and purposefully sought out the animal,
how he'd stripped and dropped to his knees and had willingly no,
eagerly allowed himself to be fucked.  What sort of man did that?
 God, he was married!  He had a happy marriage, with a loving
wife with whom he had a sexually satisfying relationship.  Two
point five times a week.  That was not a bad average for couples
their age and with five children.  So why was he seeking out a
dog in the park to have sex with?  A male dog besides!

He'd lain awake all night thinking about that, trying to find a
logical reason for his insane behaviour.  Yes, he'd read stories
about dogs and women, three in total, and admittedly had been
moderately turned on by them.  He was a young college man at his
hormonal peak, and the idea was different, and enticing, but not
a fixation.  He didn't go out and rent any porno videos about
women and dogs, not even after seeing the photo mag his roommate
had.  Yes, he'd wondered what it would be like for a woman to be
mounted by a dog, and for a man to mount a female dog.  That was
no sin, nor that unusual.  It was just a curious thought.  He'd
had no intention of finding out, of seeking a doggie partner. 
Yet that was exactly what he'd just done, and a male partner at
that!  There was no logical explanation.

He dragged himself to school the next morning totally exhausted
and his nerves raw.  The only reason he'd done so was because
he'd figured by being in the classroom and his mind occupied by
the constant demand of students, he would not have time to think
about what a sick pervert he was.  Keep the mind too busy to
think.  He did think, about what he was not supposed to be
thinking about.  How could he not?  It was too sick to block out.
 It had been especially bad in his Physical Education 8B and
Computer Studies 8B classes.  Why those two classes?  They were
two very different classes, one focussing on physical skills and
the other on mental, one in the gym and one in the lab.  PE was
an all boys class, the computer class mixed.  Yet it was in those
two classes alone that once again he heard the whispered barks
and growls, and it was in those two classes that he'd felt the
strongest lust.  Yes, they did have some students in common, but
again he had seen no students in the park.

For whatever the reason, it was in those two classes that his
thoughts were the clearest and his feelings the strongest.  There
was the disgust he'd felt in other classes, but even greater in
those two classes was the eroticism; there was the shame, but
even greater the pleasure; and there was the feeling of
filthiness, but instead of being repulsed by that filthiness like
in other classes, in those two classes that filthiness had been
arousing.  And it was in those two classes that he'd felt the
strongest lust, the desire to be mounted, to be fucked by a dog's
hot, red cock, to have his asshole filled with hot doggy slime
growing stronger and stronger until his body was actually aching
in his desire to experience the filthy, perverted act all over
again and his cock was bulging out his trousers with arousal.  It
was also only in those two classes that his thoughts had become
vulgar and his language coarse.

That day after school he followed the same routine as the day
before, going straight home and after supper, putting on the same
boxers as he'd worn before and which along with his jogging
clothes he'd washed the night before, and heading directly to the
clearing in the park.  This time Lad was already there, and the
dog wagged his tail happily in greeting and recognition.  Julius
was glad to see him also though there was still a shadow of
angst.  He quickly stripped off his clothes and eagerly dropped
to his knees and elbows though his heart ached in despair.  He
inhaled with delight and anticipation as he was penetrated, lust
overpowering his feeble objection.  His breathing grew laboured
and he quivered with pleasure as he was rapidly fucked and just
as rapidly filled with hot doggy cum, again feeling a lust like
he remembered feeling years ago as a teenage boy.  He knelt there
patiently and contentedly as he waited for his partner's knot to
shrink, fighting now the feelings of shame and filthiness.  And,
when they were done, he gave the German Shepard a handful of dog
biscuits he'd stopped at the store to buy to reward him for the
great fuck he'd received.  He was well on the way to becoming
Lad's bitch.

*******
What else would you like Cory to do?  Have you ever had a teacher
you hated and wanted to get even with?  Email me your idea and
I'll write it as part of this story and with you as one of the
students in his school.  Anything goes, the hotter and more
perverted the better, except I don't write snuff and the torture
of kids.  

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