Beast Girl
Robert Vickers
PB-109


Chapter 1

Frustration The little bitch, Laura thought in exasperation when the
child giggled instead of answering what she had asked her. Laura repeated
the question, her irritation rising.

"Will you please tell us the three main kinds of rocks, Janice?"

The little girl's mind was not on rocks, but on the boy sitting behind
her who was making insulting remarks which she was obviously enjoying.
Janice laughed again.

Laura blew up, her face flaming with anger.

"Sit down! I don't know why you bother to come to school at all! You
don't care anything about learning!"

Janice sat down and simpered. She turned around and gave some kind of
answer to her tormentor. Laura tried to ignore her, and she called on
another pupil, her voice shaking.

"John, can you answer the question?"

John got up slowly, stalling for time. "Uh sedimentary, igneous, and
uh"

Laura waited as long as she could in her nervous state. Then, when he
obviously didn't know the third kind, she snapped at him, "Thank you, John.
You'll have to listen better from now on!"

Laura heard herself with horror. She wasn't usually this shrewish.

What's the matter with me today? she wondered.

"Nancy, can you give us the third kind of rock?"

Nancy was amiable. She smiled prettily, but she was no help.

"Well! I can see that nobody's been listening much lately!" Laura said,
her breath coming in shallow gasps. She felt herself losing all control.
When she glanced at the clock, it was ten minutes to three. Laura felt that
she was about to cry.

I'll never make it! I can't stand any more!

"Is there anyone in the class who knows the three kinds of rock?" Laura
drummed her fingers nervously on her desk. The children reacted to her
tension. Most of them were watching her closely, waiting for her to blow
up. There were no hands in the air.

"Well! I can see that I've been wasting my time here, and so have you!
Let's forget the whole thing!" Laura shrieked, losing all control of
herself. She slammed a book down hard.

Laura noticed that quite a few children jumped at that and looked very
startled. She came to her senses and very quietly said, "I think that we're
all tired for today. Take out your library books and read until it's time
to go home."

She looked at the clock again. It was only seven minutes to three.

Will this day never end? she wondered hysterically.

The seven minutes finally passed, and Laura watched the children tumble
out of the room in small groups, obviously gossiping about her.

When the last pupil had gone, Laura put her head down on her desk and
wept. She sobbed and gasped hysterically for about ten minutes. Then she
ran for the washroom to wash her face. She powdered her nose and got ready
to go home.

Well, it's really something when I fall apart over every little thing!
Why should I take it out on the children just because I'm lonely and
frustrated? Thirty-six and never been fucked. I must have set some kind of
a record.

Laura wept again and, consumed with guilt, she packed up her books and
walked out of the building. She passed Mr. Lawson, the only attractive
single man in the school, but as usual he ignored her. She was about to say
hello, but decided against it as long as he was deliberately looking the
other way, just to avoid her.

Depressed and still guilty about the way she had behaved in class, Laura
drove slowly home, asking herself what was the matter with her.

Why am I such a dud? I never go anywhere that's exciting, and I never
have any fun. The few men I know avoid me like the plague. I'm not ugly. I
see much homelier women having boyfriends and dates, so why can't l? Oh, I
wish that I were anyone but me. I wish I were dead!

This started up the tears again, and Laura wept all the rest of the way
home. She picked up her usual uninteresting mail and trudged wearily
upstairs, tired from her depression.

Laura unpacked her briefcase and put the teapot on to boil, in order to
have a cup of tea before she began marking her papers. She moved slowly and
with great effort. Nothing seemed worth doing any more.

As she marked her papers, Laura sighed and a tear dropped on one paper,
smudging it. She put the work away only half-done. With a sigh she realized
that it was time to get ready for her birthday dinner with her sister and
brother-in-law that evening.

I need a man. I want someone to make love to me.

Laura wept again and desperately wiped her eyes with a cold washcloth,
trying to get the swelling down.

I'll look like hell tonight. But what difference does it make, anyway?
No one ever looks at me.

As she bathed, Laura examined her body closely, wondering why no man had
ever desired it, had ever wanted to fuck her. It was slim and firm. She had
medium-sized, lovely tits, a tiny waist and swelling hips.

If I were a man, I'd want a body like that, she mused. My tits would be
even bigger if some man were sucking on them all the time.

She felt like crying again but resisted it for her swollen eyes' sake.
She sniffed, blew her nose and resumed her study of her body. Laura's eyes
traveled to her box, covered with curly auburn hair.

Laura dreamed about the unused cunt that lay hidden behind its furry
curtain.

Never been used. Wasting away. It's so wet and ready for fucking! What a
waste!

Laura stared at her firm, pointy boobs and she began to stroke the bumpy
brown nipples. She shivered at the touch.

She had not played with her own body for years. Laura had tried to
masturbate for the first time when she was about twenty-eight years old.
She had worked on her tits and cunt for hours that day. She could still
remember the anguish of sexual frustration, rubbing away at her insides
only to give up in despair. All that she had accomplished with her diddling
that day was to rouse her lonely body even more  to wish an excitement and
a fulfillment that she was unable to provide for herself.

Laura had been sexually over-stimulated and horny for weeks after that
episode, and she had sworn never again to torment herself by trying to
finger-fuck her cunt to a climax, no matter how frustrated she was. She
sighed, remembering the aching desire she had brought to a peak of
excitement, all for nothing.

All those sex writers who claim you can masturbate and have orgasms are
crazy. They're probably the over-sexed whores who fuck so many men that
they know how. I wouldn't know how to even start.

She was so full of lust and sexual cravings that she poured herself a
Manhattan, drinking it down in one big gulp. As she chewed on the cherry,
she realized that it didn't help at all. Her cunt still ached, wanting to
be rubbed, to be filled by a man's cock.

I'll never make it. How can I live the rest of my life without being
screwed? I need it! I know that's why I'm so tense and irritable. I've got
to have some relief!

Laura rubbed her nipples as she gulped down her second and then her
third Manhattan. She was beginning to forget her past horrible experience
with finger-fucking. All she knew was that she craved sex  any kind, with
anyone  even with herself, if necessary. She had to have her cunt touched
and rubbed and penetrated.

Laura panted as she ran for her bed and pulled off the spread quickly.
She kept rubbing her nipples, which were hard and protruding now. She was
ready.

Ready for what? Ready to fuck myself. I have to try it again. I have to!
I need it so badly.

She lay on her bed, rubbing her tit with one hand and her clitoris with
the other. Laura had read all the books and she knew just what to do, in
her mind. As she lay there and rubbed, she made a mental survey of the
objects she had in the house that she could use for an artificial prick.
She had to push something hard inside her cunt. She needed a fucking!

The vacuum-cleaner handle would probably work  but then I'd have to do
it standing up. Impossible!

She'd heard about women fucking their twats with bananas and cucumbers, 
so she went into the kitchen to see what she could find. There were no
bananas, and the cucumber was too thick. Laura shuddered.

It would hurt me. I can almost feel it!

She ran to the bathroom and found an enema bag. The plastic piece on the
end of the hose was much too small, but it was all she had.

Laura dipped the imitation prick into cream and then she began to rub
her cunt with it. She turned on soft music and tried to think sexy thoughts
as she rubbed and fucked her dribbling hole.

Laura was getting very stimulated. The diddling was beginning to work.
She panted with desire, wanting an orgasm, not even knowing what it was.

Laura rubbed and rubbed her snatch. Then she turned over on her stomach,
pushed the plastic piece into her hole hard, and squeezed her legs around
it. She felt it inside her twat, and she ached with wanting, but Laura
didn't know how to let go. Nothing had happened. She lusted and wanted, and
her cunt ached more now than before.

What triggers an orgasm with a real man? It must be when he ejaculates.
Maybe when the woman feels all that cum gushing into her cunt, that
stimulates an orgasm.

Laura kept rubbing her snatch as she pondered and planned. She suddenly
had an idea that might work!

Taking the plastic prick out of her box, she ran with the whole
apparatus to the bathroom and left it by the sink. Then she ran to the
linen closet and took two large, heavy bath towels, which she arranged on
top of each other on the bed.

Shaking with excitement and need, Laura filled the enema bag with about
a cup of warm water, making sure that the clamp was locked. She ran with it
to the bed and lay down on the heavy towels.

Unfortunately, Laura had to start all over again. The aching and the
need and the tension in her cunt still remained, but her sexual excitement
had waned. She had to begin again with everything, and it was getting late.

Determined, she held the water-filled enema bag with one hand, and she
doggedly began to rub her boob again with her free hand. When the nipple
was erect and tingling again, lust-filled Laura began to rub her clitoris,
finally feeling it rise and become a hard little bump. Laura's breath was
coming in fast, shallow little gasps. Her whole body tensed and ached with
need.

I'm going to make it. I have to!

She turned over on her stomach and inserted the greased imitation prick
into her oozing hole. In, out, in, out, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. It made
loud fucking noises in her wet, ready cunt.

I wonder if I'm still a virgin. I must have broken my cherry last time,
because this doesn't hurt me.

She kept fucking her twat with the long, hard plastic piece. Nearly
hysterical with lust and longing, Laura felt that she was finally ready.
She unfastened the metal clamp and tried to fool herself as the warm water
flooded her cunt.

He's coming! His sperm is filling my hole! I'm being filled with warm,
sticky jism! I have to come now. I have to!

She squeezed her legs together and prayed for release. If anything
happened, it couldn't have been very much. Laura felt thrilled, but she
hadn't come. She had nothing but feelings of frustration and anger.

Why? Why should I be cheated?

She angrily pulled the useless prick out of her aching snatch and ran to
the bathroom. Laura sadly washed it and put it away, forever.

You tried, little prick. I'm either frigid  and I don't think I am  or
I don't know how to come yet. I need a man to teach me how to fuck and how
to have an orgasm. I need a big, warm, live prick to fuck me and fill my
cunt.

Laura pulled the damp towels off the bed and avoided looking at the
clock as she wearily made herself another drink. She had never drunk more
than two Manhattans at a time before, and she felt dizzy and lightheaded,
but not happy.

Laura was sober enough to know she'd be late, and that she wouldn't be
ready when Betty and Jim came to pick her up at seven. But she was drunk
and disgusted enough not to give a damn. All she cared about was her
lonely, empty cunt that had to be filled. She resolved to get a man
somehow. She'd get fucked, or die trying!

She dressed as prettily as she could, fussing with her hair and make-up
in a dazed, drunken way. Laura was so dizzy that she didn't even care about
her red, swollen eyes. She covered them with dark make-up and thick false
eyelashes, not even noticing that she had covered nothing.

Pretty good-looking, even if you can't fuck.

Laura admired herself through her blurry eyes. The horn was honking for
her, and she was nowhere near ready. In a drunken stupor, she slowly moved
to the window and waved to her sister and brother-in-law. She signaled them
to come upstairs. Then she put on a robe, set out some more glasses and
ice, bottles of bourbon and vermouth, and a few crackers. Laura offered
them a drink when they finally puffed upstairs. Jim was irritable because
Laura wasn't ready and he had to climb the stairs.

"Happy birthday, Laura," he mumbled, looking very sullen.

"Thank you," she replied, too drunk to be embarrassed.

"Jesus! Aren't you ready yet? We have a seven-thirty reservation, and
they may not hold "I'm sorry," lied Laura, not at all sorry. She had used
up all of her sorriness feeling sorry for herself, and there wasn't a bit
left for anyone else.

Betty, as perceptive and sweet as ever, gave Laura a birthday kiss and
rushed her back to the bedroom to get dressed. "We'll have our drinks while
you finish, hon. Hurry up, now." Her worried frown showed that she had seen
the red, swollen eyes under all the heavy make-up. She also saw that Laura
was drunk, something she'd never seen before. Betty sighed and finished her
drink.

Laura ambled back to her bathroom and dressed herself in a daze.

Nothing seems to matter, dinner least of all. I have to change my life.
I have to!

She was nearly ready when Betty came back to the bedroom to rush her.

"Jim's getting edgy, Laura. Hurry it up, will you?"

"Sure. I'm almost ready, Bet."

"You know, when he gets nervous about being late, it can spoil
everyone's evening, he gets so grouchy."

"Jim? No-never. He's always so good-natured. There. I'm ready."

As they left the bedroom, Betty couldn't resist asking her sister.
"What's the matter, honey?"

"Nothing."

I need to be fucked. How can I tell you that?

"Can't you tell me? It'll make you feel better, I'll bet."

"What's there to tell? It's just that I'm at the end of my rope."

"What do you mean?"

Laura gathered up her purse as she said, suddenly almost sober, "I need
something, Bet. I'm dying inside. I need something, or I'm not going to
make it!"

They joined Jim before Betty could answer Laura, but Betty was very
quiet after that, worrying all the way to the restaurant.

As Jim parked the car, Laura and Betty waited in the vestibule of the
restaurant. Betty put her hand on her sister's arm.

"Can I help, hon?"

"No, thanks, Bet. Maybe something will happen.

Chapter 2

The Birthday Present The birthday dinner was a mixed success. Laura was
so appreciative because Betty and Jim were taking her out that she made a
big effort to be cheerful and hide her feelings. A few extra drinks made
all her troubles seem fuzzy and far away anyhow. However, every once in a
while Laura would catch Betty staring at her, so she figured that her blues
were showing, no matter how she pretended.

They ordered steaks and salads, and the food was delicious. Laura ate
well, even though she hadn't thought she was hungry. They were in a very
comfortable, full state when the birthday cake was brought in. It had one
candle on it.

Over their coffee, Betty handed Laura a card. This was unusual, because
she usually had an elaborately wrapped box for a present. Laura read the
card aloud, and it said:

"Happy birthday, Laura dear.

Let the day be full of cheer.

Your present's not able to be here,

But be sure it's very near."

Laura was puzzled, but she was delighted by the mystery. "What is it?
Tell me, Bet," she pleaded.

Betty smiled mysteriously, and while Jim was paying the check, she told
Laura, "We're going to pick it up right now. It was too heavy to bring to
the restaurant."

Betty and Jim giggled over this, and Laura was very excited at the
prospect of her gift. They always gave her such thoughtful, generous
presents.

They got their coats and drove to a shopping center. It was a Monday
evening and the stores were all open. The lights were blazing, and people
buzzed in and out of the stores. Laura watched closely to see what stores
there were as they walked. Then Jim turned and walked into a pet store.

A pet! I'd love a pet!

Betty watched Laura's face as they walked in, to get her reactions. "We
bought a dog for you, Laura. We thought it would be fun and company, and
protection, too. You can choose which puppy you want. They're awfully big,
even though they're young. That's why we couldn't bring it to the
restaurant."

Laura laughed. "I'm sure the restaurant owner would have been upset
anyway. This is a great idea! I've never thought of having a pet, but I'm
thrilled to get one!"

Laura ran to the large cage that Jim pointed out. It was swarming with
young German shepherd dogs.

"Oh! They're beautiful! But they don't look at all like puppies to me."
She put a finger through the cage.

The owner said, "Oh, they'll get even bigger, miss. Wait and see." He
then proceeded to give Laura instructions on how to care for the animal.
Jim wrote them down for her, because he could see that she wasn't paying
much attention to the man. It may have been the drinks, or the dog that was
licking Laura's finger. She was talking baby talk to it as he licked.

"It looks like you chose one, hon." laughed Betty.

"No. It chose her," said Jim.

"That's the one I want. That one!" said Laura, very excited and
breathless. "He likes me already!"

"Maybe he's hungry. Maybe that's why he came up to you," teased Jim.

"No. He likes me," insisted Laura, giving her first sincere smile of the
evening. "Oh, this is going to be fun!"

Betty and Jim exchanged a happy look. They hadn't known about any
special troubles that Laura might have had, but they were pretty sure that
she must have been lonely.

They bought all sorts of supplies: dishes, toys, brushes, a leash, and
food. Then they headed for the car. Jim tried at first to carry the big
dog, but he was too heavy. They didn't feel like bothering with the leash
for such a short walk, as the puppy had never worn one before, so they led
him to the car. The dog seemed very happy to trot along next to Laura. He
stayed very close to her.

"You can't tell me that he doesn't like me. Look how close he's staying
to me," she gloated to Jim.

"He must smell the steak you just ate," continued Jim with the teasing,
as everyone laughed.

They all piled into the car, and the huge dog half sat on Laura, nearly
crushing her. But she didn't mind. It was a warm, wonderful feeling having
a pet. She liked having him so close to her, even though he was very heavy.

Laura was eager to read his papers, so she gently moved the dog over a
bit and took them out of her purse. "German shepherd," she read. "His name
is Henrik III. How do you like that for a name?"

"That's a bit much," commented Jim.

"You don't have to call him that," said Betty. "He doesn't know his name
yet. So you can give him another name."

"I will," said Laura, stroking the dog thoughtfully. "I guess it's a
male, judging by the name."

"Couldn't you tell?" snickered Jim.

"No. I didn't turn him over and examine his genitals," answered Laura.

"You didn't have to. They're so big that they're hanging down," said
Jim.

They all laughed at that. Then Laura said, "All I know is that he's
beautiful. I love him already." She stroked the big dog, who responded by
licking her face with an enormous, warm tongue.

"There goes my make-up. I guess life is going to be different with him
around," giggled Laura.

"You're going to have to teach him to be obedient. He's housebroken, but
you've got to teach him you're the boss," warned Jim.

"Oh, I will. I'm going to get a book on obedience training tomorrow.
It's going to be fun to teach him things."

"Always the teacher," said Betty proudly.

When Laura and the dog were comfortably set in the apartment, Jim and
Betty got ready to leave.

"I don't know how to thank you. it's been a delightful birthday, and
this is the best present you've ever given me," said Laura, kissing them
both.

"Enjoy it," sad Betty, and then they left.

Laura was alone with her new pet. She had lived alone so long that it
was a novelty to have company.

Instead of finishing up her paper-marking, Laura decided to play with
the dog. She was too excited to concentrate on papers with her new present
licking at her legs and feet.

Laura packed up her briefcase for the next day. Then she took the dog
out for a long walk, wearing his new leash.

When she got home, she undressed, bathed and put on a nightgown. She was
still tense and frustrated from her futile attempt at finger-fucking that
afternoon. The drinks were wearing off, and the aching need in her cunt had
returned to her consciousness.

If it weren't for this beautiful dog, I'd be feeling pretty rotten now.

Laura stroked the dog's sleek body, deciding to play with him for about
an hour and then go to bed. First, she fed him a big dinner, which he ate
furiously and quickly. Then she brought one of his toys into the living
room. She was about to call him to come to her, but he came without being
called. She sat on the floor, just looking at him.

"You do like me, don't you?"

The big dog came up close to her and licked her face and neck. His
breath was hot and musky in her face.

"I like you, honey. You're going to be very good for me," she whispered
in his ear as she petted him.

The giant dog came closer and licked her face and neck again. Laura
nearly swooned from the gamy odor of his warm breath. It did something to
her. She liked it.

The big dog licked Laura's arm and shoulder. She let him do whatever he
wanted to, as she didn't want to frighten him away. Laura enjoyed the feel
of his rough tough on her arm. It felt so good. It had been a long time
since anyone or anything had hugged or petted her. She couldn't remember
the last time.

Laura craved the affection that the big dog was giving her so
enthusiastically. His tail was wagging and saliva was dripping from his
large open mouth.

As Laura moved to pet him, she turned her body, and the dog licked her
tit instead of her arm. Electric shocks went through her entire body. The
thrill was more than she could stand!

Laura petted him and encouraged him to lick her tit again. She wanted to
feel that strange new feeling. The dog was playful, and after licking her
nipple for a minute he took a gentle nip from it. Laura wanted to scream
with ecstasy, but she was afraid to scare him away. instead, she held onto
his head so he wouldn't stop the licking and nipping.

When she came to her senses again, she began to pet his head. Her own
was whirling with passion.

Oh, God! What's happening to me?

The dog was still licking and nipping, and Laura knew now what she
wanted. She wanted more, on her bare flesh. With her free hand she slowly
moved down the shoulder strap of her nightgown and bared her left boob.

She leaned over and kissed the dog's head. Then she slowly, but firmly,
moved his head, his tongue still lapping away, to her bare tit. With her
other hand, Laura slipped down the other nightgown strap and laid both jugs
bare. She could barely control the movements of her hands they were shaking
so.

Laura dimly knew what was happening to her. But she was caught up in a
wave of lust and could not use her judgment about what she was doing. All
she knew was that she had never before experienced such wild sexual
excitement as this!

The dog was still gently playing with one of her nipples, and he was 
evidently having a marvelous time with it. First he licked it, then he
would play at snapping at it, but he never hurt her. The gentle chewing
action of his big teeth just stimulated and excited her. Of course, by this
point, if he had hurt her, she wouldn't have been aware of it she was so
crazy with desire and excitement!

Laura knew now, through the haze, what she was doing. She knew also what
she wanted from her pet. She knew what she had to have from him.

Hating to give up the thrills and the stimulation at her tit, she
yearned now to be licked in another place. Laura remembered the
conversation her brother-in-law had started about the dog's big prick. She
had a sudden wild desire to see it and touch it. Nothing else was in her
mind then. Suddenly she wasn't even aware of her previous desire to have
him lick her cunt. It was forgotten as she lived for each moment, savoring
its excitement!

Laura kissed the huge dog on his wet nose, and gently, reluctantly,
moved his face away from her erect nipple. She petted him, kissed him and
smiled at him.

"Oh, my darling dog. I love you so. You don't know what you've done for
me. Oh, my sweetheart!"

She kissed him again, and he was loving the attention and was willing to
do anything she wanted. Laura rolled him over on his back, his legs up in
the air, and then she rubbed his stomach gently, while she crooned love
words to him. The dog was in a state of ecstasy, too. He made soft growling
noises, much like the purring of a contented cat.

Laura couldn't stand her lustful feelings any more once she saw the
dog's cock. She suddenly wanted the dog to lick her cunt. She craved to
feel his hot tongue go up into that lonely place that had been waiting so
long to be filled.

She also had a mad desire to touch his prick and to make it grow even
bigger. Maybe he would even let her lick it! Her flesh rose into goose
bumps at the thought of it. She would be making love to a dog!

The big decision was finally made. Laura stared for a long time at his
balls and his beautiful furry prick, wanting them-craving them! She petted
them gently once, and then feeling the aching pain in her cunt calling out
for relief, she slowly moved the dog over, his mouth near her thighs.

Laura spread her legs apart and moved so that the dog's head was between
her spread thighs. His nose was right near her open cunt. She petted him
and caressed him, telling him how much she loved him. Laura was in a dream
world of ecstasy by this time-lost in her need of sex.

The dog sniffed at her cunt, and then he stretched and yawned. Laura
held her breath for fear he would go away. He had been licking so
energetically before. He had licked and sucked and chewed on her tits.

Will he lick my cunt?

She waited the eternity while he smelled her twat and stretched again.

He seemed to like the smell of her cunt, because he took many deep
breaths, sniffing harder and faster. He wasn't going to leave. Laura 
relaxed and took a deep breath of relief. She waited to see what the animal
would do next. He was obviously a licker. Would he lick her box?

He was sniffing and making funny little excited noises.

Could he be as hot as I am? He's just a puppy, but does his instinct
tell him what to do with a cunt?

Laura lay there waiting, dying from suspense.

The dog gave the outside of her cunt a little lick. It felt good. His
big tongue licked again. This time it hit her clitoris, and Laura caught
her breath from the painful ecstasy of it. It had never felt like that when
she had touched it. She waited and prayed for more.

He must have liked the taste of her pussy, because now he was licking
her slit enthusiastically, the warm tongue passing her clitoris and
stimulating it with each swipe. Then it moved into her hole. At that point,
Laura's whole body tensed with excitement and passion, and she felt a
glorious release, like an enormous letting go.

Oh, so good! Did I have an orgasm? I think I must have had a small one.
Oh, God!

The long tongue probed deeper. It moved up into her moist, willing cunt
hole, looking for the juice that Laura had produced.

He likes it! He likes the taste of my pussy!

She quivered in lustful anticipation.

More! More! I have to have more!

As the long, hot tongue moved up into her drooling hole, Laura's entire
body shook and tensed with a frightful nervousness, as though she were
about to explode. The clitoris that he was licking was a focal point of
pain and tension. Suddenly, Laura grabbed at the dog and let go. She
screamed as the waves of a huge orgasm enveloped and rocked her. Her cunt
erupted with sticky cum in a rhythm that matched the waves of ecstasy she
was experiencing.

"Oh! Oh! Mmmmuhhhh! Oh, God! Uh! Aaahhhggg!!"

She clutched at the big dog close to her, afraid he might leave from all
the noise she was making. But he must have loved the fresh flood of cum
that was oozing from her cunt.

The dog stayed. He lapped up her cunt juice furiously, sucking and
licking and gasping  little happy growls escaping from him.

Laura was in a frenzy. Her first real orgasm! She wanted to be fucked
now. She needed his big warm prick inside of her hole. It belonged there
right now!

Laura moved the big dog back on his side. He seemed to be in a sexual
frenzy, too. His cock was large and erect.

I've given a dog a hard-on! she exulted.

The excited woman leaned over the panting dog and touched his hard
prick. It felt so warm and hard and furry! Laura's cunt dripped as she
moved her body over.

I must have come enough for all of my thirty-six years, she gloated.

She enjoyed the feeling of the wet, sticky juice rolling down her legs.

Laura moved her head slowly to the dog's prick. It was her goal in life.
Nothing else mattered to her now. She must have that cock pushing inside
her cunt!

Her face was near the dog's prick. A musky odor overwhelmed her.

Oh, cod! I feel like fainting I want his cock so much!

Laura was dying to lick the dog's prick, but she didn't have the nerve.
She petted it and rubbed it, and the rod got even bigger. It was hard and
enormous.

I wonder if it's as big as a man's prick.

Laura had never seen anything but male statues. She had never seen a
male cock in a state of erection, but she guessed that the dog's prick was
every bit as large.

She went to lick the prick, but drew back. As she got close to it, the
gamy, musky odor made her cunt ache again. She lusted and yearned for the
animal.

Laura gently petted the dog's cock. He was making funny noises, but not
like growls.

He must be ready. He needs to fuck. He wants to fuck me!

She stopped petting his prick, and, sure enough, the large animal was
trying to get on top of her, and he didn't really know how.

Neither did Laura, but since she'd seen two dogs fucking once, she
decided to turn over and make it as natural as possible for the dog. As
soon as her bare butt was in the air, he tried to mount her.

He knows what he wants! What we both want! she lusted.

Laura spread her legs wide apart to make it easy for the dog's prick to
enter her snatch. She shuddered with ecstasy, anticipating the moment when
the prick would be inside her cunt.

What will it be like? Will it feel like his tongue? Will it hurt?

She shuddered again, in sensual recollection of the warm delight of the
dog's tongue.

The dog's cock pushed into her hole-indescribable ecstasy, large and
hard-filling her emptiness. Laura's wet cunt contracted and tensed and
throbbed as the huge prick moved deep inside her hole. There was a sharp
feeling of joy and pain mixed together in a quivering ache. She felt
stuffed and thrilled and the ache throbbed.

Then she exploded in another orgasm! This one was wilder and longer than
the first one. The dog was coming, too! As he made rough low sounds, she
felt a hot flood of warmth.

He must be filling my cunt with cum!

The feeling of his coming caused another tension and then a wave of
orgasm as she let loose again. Laura quivered with release and lust. Her
whole body trembled and exulted! The dog left her quickly.

Laura lay on the rug, dripping and happy. She squeezed her legs together
and felt another surge of jizz pour into her hole. For the first time in
her life, she was completely satisfied!

She explored her cunt with her finger. It was stuffed with goo.

I don't know whether it's mine or his!

Laura looked around for the dog, and he was only a few feet away from
her, sleeping contentedly.

We've both had our first fuck together, she realized tenderly.

She wanted to get up and kiss him, but a satisfied inertia overwhelmed
her. She needed sleep, but Laura didn't want to sleep. She wanted to
re-create in her mind the wondrous experience that had just made her
complete for the first time!

Laura deliberately fought her sleepiness, and she mentally relived every
moment of the fucking, thrilling and exulting over every exciting detail.
Suddenly her body tensed up. She squeezed her thighs together, and came
again! Just from the exquisite memory of it.

Oh, Jesus! I'm happy! I'll never feel this good again!

She slept, oozing dog cum all over the rug.

Chapter 3

The Honeymoon Laura awoke in the middle of the night. She found herself
on the living-room rug, her legs spread apart, and the dog busily licking
at her cunt.

She shivered from the chilly room, as she was naked. Her hand found and
petted the big animal.

You can keep me warm, my darling. Oh, God. That feels good. Oh! Um!

Laura guessed that the dog was busily enjoying licking out all the cum
that she hadn't wanted to wash away. She had wanted to keep it inside her
cunt forever  warm and sticky. It was a tangible souvenir of their
beautiful fuck.

Laura thrilled at the licking. Her twat seemed to be sensitized to it
now. It excited her now even more than the first time.

The dog licked her gash busily. Laura wanted his tongue to go even
deeper inside her cunt. She tried lifting her legs up high, and it worked.
The warm tongue went in farther, probing and thrilling her.

Laura craved to be licked all over. She wanted her tits to be licked and
sucked. She moved the dog to her booby but he acted restless and he began
to bark with short, loud barks. He was trying to tell her something.

"Oh, you poor dear. I'll bet you have to go outside, and all I think
about is myself!"

Laura ran to throw on a robe, shoes and a coat. Then she fastened the
leash on the restless animal. They went outside quickly, and sure enough,
he really had to go.

"Good boy. You told me. I'm proud of you." Laura petted him as though he
had done some outstanding trick. She looked at him lustfully as he
urinated. She yearned for his prick even at that moment. It was stiff and
beautiful, and she couldn't stop looking at it.

Laura felt guilty about fucking a dog. In her dazed contentment she
wondered what people would think of her if they ever found out what she was
doing.

They'll think that I'm crazy, and maybe I am. But I'm happy, so who the
hell cares?

The dog frolicked on everybody's lawn, but luckily it was too early in
the morning for anyone to be up to see him. Laura watched him run and play,
her eyes full of lustful affection and desire. She had never been this
happy and contented in her entire life!

They ran inside noisily, probably waking up some of the neighbors. Laura
and the dog were in a world of their own, and no one else seemed to matter.
Laura happily petted her new baby as they came into the apartment. "You're
such a good, dear boy. Now, let's get some sleep. I think I'll go to bed
for a few hours." She felt sated and weary, but oh, so content!

Laura put on a gown and tumbled back into bed, smelly and sticky from
the screw. But she loved the wet, gooey feel of the cum between her legs.
The big dog lay down to sleep at the side of her bed, and they both slept a
deep, happy sleep.

Laura awoke to a sunny room. She wasn't accustomed to arising with the
sun high, except on the weekends. It was usually quite dark when she awoke
and dressed and went to school.

The dog was actually in bed with her when she woke up! He acted like he
belonged there. The dear creature was snuggled up to her tits.

Could he remember that that's where we left off when we stopped to take
him out last night?"

Laura dismissed that idea as ridiculous, but it did seem odd.

Maybe he's unusually intelligent.

She kissed him and snuggled him next to her. She felt complete for the
first time in her lonely life.

Then Laura remembered that she liked him to lick her bare booby so she
pulled down her nightgown straps and pushed her bare nipple near his mouth.
The eager dog began to lick and suck! Laura thrilled and cramped with
desire again.

God! I thought I was satisfied for a while last night. But I'm not. I
want more. I want to be fucked again!

The dog was enthusiastic, and he licked away happily. Laura became
tenser and more excited.

She moved her bedmate over on his back, and she began to rub his warm,
furry stomach, crooning endearments to her darling.

"Oh, baby doll. I love you. I need you so!"

Laura examined the dog's prick. It was erect and excited, but not as big
as it was on the night before. She began to rub it, enjoying and exulting
in the new feeling that it belonged only to her. He was her lover. His cock
was hers! Laura rubbed on the warm, stiff prick and it got enormous, rising
in full glory as she gazed at it tenderly.

Panting, the dog got up on all fours on the bed, excited and ready to 
mount her. Laura quickly moved over to the edge of the bed and turned over
on her stomach. She eagerly spread her legs wide apart and the big dog
jumped down off the bed. He sniffed hungrily at her wet, exposed cunt. The
more he sniffed, the louder he panted.

Then, while Laura waited impatiently, he put his face near her butt and
began to lick her cunt from the back. His hot tongue licked back and forth,
back and forth over her pink gash.

Now that Laura knew what to expect, she was even more excited and
thrilled. Her whole body tensed at his warm touch. The rough tongue reached
her clit, and she was waiting for it.

"Oh! Um! Uh! Uh! Ohhh!"

Laura came immediately, releasing the long years of frustration, and
weeping with happiness and relief. The dog lapped furiously, enjoying the
added cum that flooded her hole.

He moved in closer and lifted his forepaws. In her trance of ecstasy,
Laura could hear his excited panting as he moved his swollen cock closer to
her hole. She felt the tip of it touch the clitoris and she almost swooned.

The wonderful moment finally came! The hard prick moved into her cunt.
It was warm and big, and it moved into her hole fast and deep. The dog was
now an experienced lover, and he knew what he was doing this time. The
thrusts of the big prick were deep and hard. Laura felt that they went in
her cunt as tar as they could go, and she thrilled to the fucking, moaning
and groaning with delight at each thrust. In, out, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Laura gasped as her whole body tightened up in anguished tension,
demanding relief. The spasms began, rolling over her in waves of lust as
the juice poured from her cunt to meet the enormous cock that was filling
and stimulating her to madness. Wave after wave of cream came from her hole
as the dog's huge prick finally exploded in a giant orgasm. She kept
coming, stimulated again by the thrilling feeling of his warm jizz.

The dog pulled his limp prick out of her twat and he trotted away to
rest. Laura closed her legs tightly and tensed and came again, thrilling
with each beautiful moment.

She fell asleep that way, content and fulfilled  a happy woman at last
 after all these lonely years. Her satisfied lover snored near the bed.
And so the morning passed.

The phone jarred her sleep. For a harsh moment Laura couldn't remember
where she was. What was she doing here in bed in the middle of the day?

It was the school principal. "Miss Bellini? Laura?"

"Yes."

"This is John Anderson speaking." His voice sounded harsh. "We've been
concerned about you. It's not like you to disappoint us like this and not
even call in."

In a panic, Laura suddenly realized for the first time that she had
forgotten completely about going to work.

"Oh, my God! What time is it?"

"It's eleven o'clock. What happened?"

Laura thought quickly. "I've been ill all night, Mr. Anderson. I'm so
sorry that I didn't call in early, but I forgot to set the alarm to let you
know I wouldn't be in."

"I figured that's what it was. I got a substitute for you at
nine-thirty, and I took your class until she arrived." His voice sounded
disapproving and stern.

"Thank you."

"What seems to be the matter?"

"Uh I have a bad stomach ache. If it doesn't get better by this
afternoon, I'll call the doctor."

"Well, that might be a good idea anyway," the harsh voice said.

"I guess I will." She would agree to anything to get away from his stern
disapproval.

"Do you think you'll be in tomorrow?"

Now a decision had to be made. How could she go to work tomorrow? That
would be much too soon. She was on her honeymoon!

"Uh I don't think you'd better expect me tomorrow, Mr. Anderson. I feel
terrible." Then she hedged. "But I'm not sure." She was beginning to get
very nervous from this conversation. Laura wasn't accustomed to lying.

"All right. I hope that you feel better soon, Laura. We'll expect a call
from you tonight if you're not sure, so that I can call a substitute early
in the morning. And, of course, you'll call in before three o'clock
tomorrow to let us know about the next day."

"Oh, yes. I'll be sure to let you know, sir. Good-bye." Laura realized
the reason for that rule, though she always had thought it was a silly one.
How could a sick person know by three o'clock in the afternoon whether
she'd be well for the next morning? Everyone knew that you always felt
worse in the evening when you were ill. But if the substitute was in your
class, she had to be notified that she was to return the next morning  and
she left at three o'clock.

Laura hung up and forgot Mr. Anderson and Wellesly School immediately.
She was a honeymooner, and she couldn't spoil her idyll by thinking of
anything but her love.

The first order of the day was to feed her lover, and she gave him a
generous portion of hamburger. While he finished his breakfast, she put up
some coffee for herself. Then she ran to him and kneeled beside him. He
gave her a meat-flavored licked all over her cheek.

"Oh, darling, you've made me so happy. We're going to spend all day
today and tomorrow alone together." She petted him and lay her head on his,
cuddling up to his warmth and strength.

The dog had other things on his mind at the moment, and he gave his
mistress the signal with low, nervous barks.

"Oh, yes, baby dear. I know you must want to go out. I won't keep you
waiting long, lover."

Laura ran to put on her shoes, slacks and a coat. She hooked on the
dog's leash and they walked out together into the glorious sunshine.

As the dog pranced around when she let him run loose in the alley, Laura
looked up at the blazing sun and the blue sky. She thrilled at the beauty
of the day.

I know everyone would laugh at me if I told them this, but there really
never has been such a lovely day. it's like the whole universe is
celebrating my honeymoon with me!

It was warm  like spring. The balmy air intoxicated her further, and
she was already drunk with happiness. She saw another woman with a dog
approaching, and Laura called her dog and left quickly, jealous of having
anyone else go near her love. She wanted to be alone with him for a while.

Laura watched the beautiful animal as he ran about and played happily.

What a fine-looking creature. I'm so lucky to have him all to myself.

She had a moment's impulse to call her sister to thank her again for the
wonderful dog. But Laura couldn't spare one moment of this glorious
honeymoon day for anyone but her lover. Her eyes ate him up. They sought
the large prick which could still be seen, even when limp and soft.

Oh, I can hardly wait until we fuck again. I'm dying for more!

As they went into the house, Laura looked up at the sunny sky
regretfully, hating to go in, and yet longing to have the animal all to
herself indoors.

"We have to get some breakfast for me now, lover dear."

Laura listened to herself talk to the dog, and with amusement she
realized that she'd have to find a real name for him, the sooner the
better, so he could get accustomed to it.

"What should I call you, doll? A prosaic name like Rover or some other
silly dog name wouldn't do for you. You're so sleek and masculine. I want
to give you a name that personifies your masculinity-something with a
phallic symbolism. Oh, my dear, I'm lusting for you again." She petted and
kissed him, just barely tearing herself away from him to go have her
coffee.

"I've got it!" Laura yelled about fifteen minutes later, after two cups
of coffee and much serious thought.

The dog came up to her and licked her hand. She petted him tenderly.
"Your new name is Lance! I love that name! And you will, too, dear. I could
never call you Henrik III."

Laura hurriedly washed her dishes and straightened up a bit, her eyes
seldom off of her beloved dog. She didn't make the bed, because she had big
plans for it-for all day.

Laura bathed and laughed at herself for her fastidiousness. "I'll bet
you would like me even better the other way, darling, when I smell a little
bit gamy, too."

She rushed to the bedroom, excited and eager to begin their sex rites.
She had a dog biscuit in her hand, and Laura was just about to call Lance
to the bed when the telephone rang.

Oh hell! Why can't everyone let us alone?

She picked up the receiver reluctantly. "Yes?"

"Hi. it's Bet."

"How did you know I was home today?"

"I called you at school about meeting me for a quick lunch. That's how.
And they told me you were ill. A stomach ache?"

"No. I'm not ill. I just didn't feel like going to work."

"That doesn't sound like you, Laura. I can't remember you ever goofing
off."

"Well, I did today."

"Why?"

"You won't laugh?"

"I'll try not to." Betty was giggling already.

"I just felt like staying home and relaxing and playing with the dog."

" That's why you stayed home?"

"Right. Now, don't laugh."

"I won't, hon. You really like him, don't you?"

"I love him. He's changed my whole life. I enjoy every minute I'm with
him." Laura decided not to say any more, for fear of giving everything
away.

"I'm thrilled. I knew you'd be happy with a pet, but I never even hoped
you'd go ape over him like this!"

"Well, we're having fun." Laura was getting restive. She wanted to get
back to her lover. "Uh so long. Talk to you soon. Thanks a lot for the
dog."

"Wait a minute!" Betty wasn't about to be dismissed that soon.

"Yes?" Laura wanted to say good-bye. This conversation was going on
forever!

"How about my coming over to see you and the dog today, as long as
you're home?"

Laura groaned inwardly. She didn't know what to say, but no one, not
even her dear sister, was going to come over today. It was her honeymoon!

"Uh I have to go out. I'm sorry."

"I thought you were just relaxing and playing with the dog."

"Yes. I did that this morning, and now I have some errands to run.
Sorry. By the way, thanks for the lovely dinner and the great present.
Good-bye."

"Wait!" Betty was being pesty today. Laura loved her too much to hurt
her, but she was getting irritated with her big sister.

"Would you like some company on your errands? And we could have lunch
together. I don't have anything much to do this afternoon"

"I'm sorry, sis, but I'm just going to dash around and get back here and
mark papers. I can't take too much time."

Bet's voice showed that she was pouting. "Okay, if that's the way you
want it, but I just thought that since you're always at work, that one day
we could spend a little time together."

Laura knew that Bet was peeved. "Well, hon, it's because I'm always at
work that I have so many impossible things to do in a hurry when I do take 
a day off. And I'm behind on my paper-marking. Don't get angry. I'm really
rushed for the afternoon."

"Okay. Forget it."

"How about lunch on Saturdays I'd love to see you and spend some time
then."

"Maybe. I didn't know I had to make future appointment to get to see
you. I'll call you Saturday morning."

"Fine. Bye."

Laura felt very guilty when she hung up. Poor Bet was feeling hurt and
sulky and Laura didn't like the feeling of hurting Bet. Jim and Bet had
always been so good to her. She wept over all the bad things he was she
doing.

As soon as Lance trotted up, Laura forgot Bet, her school, Mr. Anderson
and the whole world. Her new world was wonderful Lance, and the bliss they
found together.

Laura's flesh tingled in anticipation of what they would be doing soon.
She called the dog to her and petted his head. "Do you feel like fucking,
lover?" Then she gave him his dog biscuit and she lay down on the bedroom
rug next to him. It seemed easier to start down there.

Lance was friendly and obedient, but he didn't seem sexually excited.
Laura wasn't worried, since she knew how to arouse him now.

She took off all her clothes and lay naked beside him, wanting to be
licked all over. Then she petted him and moved his head near to her. He
began licking eagerly on her arm, and she moved his head near to her
nipples. When his warm, rough tongue first touched her nipple, Laura
shivered with excited desire and the nipple grew hard and erect. She petted
Lance's head and held it down firmly on her tit. He began to chew gently on
her protruding nipple, and Laura felt woozy with an aching lust and need.
The dog sucked on the nipple and her wanting overwhelmed her. She felt her
cunt get warm and wet, ready for her lover. Her whole body was tense and
waiting to be fucked.

Laura slowly moved her boob away from Lance's mouth. She spread her legs
and gently pushed his head near her cunt. It was oozing and ready, waiting
to be licked-waiting to be filled.

Oh, I want you so. Oh!

The giant dog knew what she wanted, and he began to sniff and pant at
the wet exposed cunt. He, too, loved the licking, so it wasn't long before
he began to lick her hole. While Laura waited, it seemed like an eternity.

Lance slobbered and licked, lapping up the wetness and rubbing her
entire snatch from the front to the back with his long, rough tongue. Laura
shivered and moaned with ecstasy, praying that he wouldn't stop. When
Lance's tongue touched her clit, Laura grabbed him and held his head down
there while he continued to lick and rub.

"Oh, God! Oh! Um! Uhhhmmm!"

A contraction of bliss flooded her cunt as the tension released in waves
of happiness.

"Thank you, darling. Thank you for bringing me into the world. I've been
an outsider for so long."

The hot tongue probed deeper in her cunt as Laura released the dog's
head. His panting was growing louder as his tongue reached far up into
Laura's hole.

He's getting excited, too! He's hot for me! she thrilled, petting his
back as he licked. His tongue was fucking her cunt in a fast motion, and
the dog's breathing was shallow and quick.

He's ready!

Laura moved Lance over on his back in order to look at his cock and
balls.

Oh, how I love your prick, darling.

The furry cock was hard and extended, swollen to enormous proportions.

The dog was ready for fucking. Laura rubbed his balls and touched his
prick. She was dying to suck on it, but she was afraid he would shoot off
in her mouth.

I'd love it. I'm dying to have him do that, but not now. I need to be
fucked now. Later. We'll do that some other time.

In her excitement she gloated over the prospects of her day of sex,
almost as a miser gloats over his hoard of gold.

Reluctant to stop touching her darling's prick, she slowly moved to the
bed and kneeled near its edge. She spread her legs wide so that Lance could
smell and lick her cunt.

He came quickly to her, excited and eager. He sniffed quickly at the
cunt and then mounted her immediately by raising his forelegs on the bed.

He can't wait! He needs it, too  the darling!

Her twat oozed juice, it was so hot and ready for fucking.

The hard prick entered her waiting hole, filling it with heaven. Laura
trembled with tension as it fucked in and out, in and out, the noises
thrilling her. The little low growls of passion stimulated her more, and
the musky odor of the animal made her weak with lust.

As the prick went into her cunt deeper and harder, Laura tensed and got
ready to come. She felt as though she must have an orgasm or explode! But
nothing happened.

Have I forgotten how? Is it all overt Won't I have any more?

Her passion filled with fear and tension; she waited desperately for the
orgasm that didn't come. She needed release, but she couldn't do it, and
she panicked.

Suddenly, the dog's cock released a hot flood inside her snatch. It
triggered her passion, and her cunt contracted in rhythmic waves of lust,
letting go suddenly, in jerking movements of release. Hot tears ran from
Laura's eyes. As her Juice mixed with that of the dog's, she wept with
gratitude that it had finally happened.

She was so tired that she barely noticed when Lance removed his small,
limp prick from her cunt and lay down to sleep. Laura dropped off quickly
to sloop, sticky and happy. Her last thought before she lost consciousness 
was, maybe I've overdone it today. I'd better wait a while before I fuck
again. I guess I'm really satisfied now, and it's harder to come.

She felt relaxed and loose, and never thought another thought. She and
Lance slept contentedly the rest of the day.

When Laura awoke later, the dog was already up and playing in the other
room. He was giving short little barks to wake her up.

My darling has to go out. I'd do anything for him.

While she lay there, he came into the bedroom to nag her up close,
licking her hand.

She dressed and took Lance out, wearily walking behind him as he played
and ran about.

He's got more pep than I have. I'm beat, and he's still running! Oh,
well. He's younger than I.

After Laura gave Lance a large, delicious dinner, she fixed an enormous
meal for herself. All that sex had given her a terrible appetite. She ate
twice the amount that she usually did, and was finally satisfied.

How different I feel! I feel more alive.

Laura was revived a bit, but still weary. She decided against more
fudging for that day, fearing that she'd struggled again for an orgasm.

Tomorrow's another day. Our honeymoon is just beginning. Oh, how I love
him.

She watched a few television programs with the dog cuddled up close, his
head in her lap. Every once in a while he would bring her his toy and she
would throw it so that he could fetch it for her. And so, the evening
passed quietly and blissfully. The two honeymooners petted and played, each
sated with sex, but needing close contact with the other.

As Laura cuddled in bed with Lance, lying naked next to his warm fur,
she sighed with happiness.

I never knew I could be so satisfied.

Reality suddenly intruded. School. She hadn't called the school! In her
ecstasy, Laura had completely forgotten to report in to the principal
whether she was coming to work tomorrow. She sighed and set her alarm for
seven o'clock.

Laura slept until she was jarred awake by the alarm. Lance was barking
softly, obviously needing to go out. She petted and soothed him while she
waited for the principal to answer.

"Yes?"

"It's Laura Bellini, Mr. Anderson. I'm very sorry, but I couldn't phone
because I fell asleep."

"Well it's an inconvenience, as you know."

"I'm very sorry."

"Okay. I notified Mrs. Walsh to come back today, so it turned out all
right. How are you feeling today?"

"A little better, thank you. it's just some kind of stomach flu. The
doctor thinks that I'll be fine by Friday."

"Then you won't be in tomorrow?"

Laura decided that she'd better give him a definite answer, for fear
she'd forget to call again, and get in more trouble.

"No. Don't count on me till Friday. I won't call."

"All right. I hope you feel better." The crisp, disapproving voice was
gone. Laura shivered with its coldness and her own guilt.

What about the children in my class? They're losing three days of our
science unit. That Mrs. Walsh never follows anybody's plan book. She's so
lazy that it'll be just fun and games the whole time I'm gone. And we'll
have to start the American History unit all over again.

Laura sighed. Then she looked at Lance and promptly forgot her class and
the rest of the world.

After walking and feeding Lance, Laura quickly had her coffee, her lust
keeping her from enjoying a leisurely cup. She rushed to the bedroom and
stripped and called Lance. He came obediently to his loving mistress, his
eyes gleaming and his tongue hanging out in anticipation.

Laura wasted no time. She turned the dog over and began to pet his limp,
furry cock. As she rubbed, the dog began to pant and his prick rose and
swelled. Laura leaned over close to it, smelling its strong, musky odor. It
weakened her, and cramps began to engulf her whole lower body.

She couldn't wait to get on the bed. In her eagerness, Laura turned over
on the rug and raised her bare butt, spreading her legs wide. The dog
fucked her hard, and Laura let go with a giant orgasm that continued in
wild waves as the dog flooded her with jizz. She sighed in contentment and
then slept.

Laura fucked with the dog every few hours all day long, sleeping an
exhausted sleep in between. Once the phone rang, and she ignored it. It was
ridiculous to interrupt a honeymoon.

Chapter 4

The Change The air outside smelled fresh and different to Laura as she
got into her brother-in-law's car. But it couldn't be spring, because it
was the middle of winter. Her senses danced with excitement. The music
playing on the car radio was unbearably beautiful. She thrilled to each pop
song, reacting emotionally to each new lyric and melody. One song actually
gave Laura goose flesh. All smells and sounds seemed indescribably better
and more beautiful.

Laura had not really looked forward to going to this wedding until now.
But as they drove downtown, it seemed that she could barely breathe from
the excitement of the coming evening. She hadn't felt like this in many
years.

If I didn't know better, I'd say I'm in love, laughed Laura at herself.
I'm a different person these last three days. In love with a dog. Who would
ever believe it?

She wasn't going to allow herself to feel guilty again. She was over all
that, she told herself. Lance was good for her, and she was sure of it. He
met all her needs, and she knew that she'd never be the same woman again,
all because of her darling.

She suddenly realized that she felt the way honeymooners were described
as feeling. She felt a floating light happiness that she wanted to share
with the whole world.

Only, I can't, she sighed. I want everyone to know that I'm a new me-a
happy, fulfilled me. Dear Lance, that's what you've done for me, and I've
waited so long for it.

Laura mooned and sighed like a teen-ager.

Betty kept staring at Laura as they drove.

I look different, Laura told herself. I noticed it when I was dressing.
My cheeks have color, and my skin looks clearer. I look younger. Maybe
Betty sees it, too.

Betty said, "I don't know what it is about you tonight, Laura, but you
look so changed. You're radiant. What are you beaming about? I'd like the
secret of your success. You look ten years younger since I saw you last
week. If it's vitamins, buy me a case of the same kind."

Laura laughed and thanked her. "I do feel great!" she said, not
explaining why. "I feel like my life is changing. All of a sudden I'm
looking forward to going to a wedding. They used to make me feel sad and
left out."

"Well, you won't be left out the way you look tonight. Doesn't she look
different, Jim?" Jim had his eyes on the road, but he grunted agreeably.

The two women chatted with friends in the hotel lobby while Jim parked
the car. Laura quivered with anticipation. She felt like a kid at a dance.

Oh, my darling, she thought of Lance. If I could only have you here
right now to make love to me.

She was awakened from her reverie by Betty laughing, "Get off of cloud
nine, Laura. Jim's waiting for us."

They watched the ceremony, a simple beautiful one. The bride's mother,
Elaine, Betty's best friend, smiled at them as she stood on the aisle
waiting for the bride. Everything was perfectly planned, and the bridal
party looked beautiful. Elaine's three sons were ushers, and they looked
terrific in their formal clothes, with blue ruffled shirts. Laura noticed
how handsome and grown-up the three boys had become. They'd been children
the last time she'd seen them.

When the receiving line broke up, waiters began to bring in trays of hot
hors d'oeuvres. Jim stood in a strategic spot to get them when they first
came out. Laura noticed that even the food tasted better the last few days,
but somehow she couldn't eat. Her throat was tense and tight with
excitement.

Jim and Betty saw to it that she had a drink, and then they wandered off
to talk to Elaine. Laura was accustomed to being alone at social
gatherings. Single women had to fend for themselves. In the past, she would
have found a friend or acquaintance, and they would have sat on chairs
against the wall and visited, waiting for dinner to be served.

Laura felt restless. She didn't want to sit and watch everyone else
having fun. She walked near the bar and stood there, sipping her drink.

"Hello, sexy," a dark young man said to her. She knew he was one of
Elaine's three sons, but she didn't remember which one. He was one of the
young ushers.

"Hello," Laura answered, smiling at the compliment. It was the first
time in her thirty-six years that anyone had ever called her that. And yet
she felt sexy. She felt a warm feeling of aching desire at the way the boy
looked at her. A child  and yet, he obviously admired her as a man would.

He stood at the bar, drank, and watched her. Laura finished her drink
and went up to the bar to get another.

A middle-aged man-Elaine's brother-edged up to Laura. He had ignored her
at many a party and wedding. But tonight he was all smiles.

"Hi, there. Can I get a drink for you, dear?" He leaned close to her,
smiled confidentially, and began to complain about his wife. "Harriet won't
let me have more than three martinis. She says I have a long way to drive
home. What do you think?"

"I think she's right," smiled Laura. "I'll tell you what. I'll give you
the olive from my drink."

"It's funny. You women all stick together. But you have such a charming
way of cutting me off." He squeezed Laura's arm. It was eerie how friendly
this cold man had become.

Nothing's the same tonight, she pondered.

When the man handed Laura the drink, she gave him her olive and he blew
a kiss at her and left.

"May I please have another olive?" Laura asked the bartender. He
ignored, or didn't hear, her request.

Suddenly a deep young voice insisted, "An olive for the beautiful lady,
please." The boy then handed her a small cup with two olives in it.

"You're my friend," Laura thanked him gaily.

"I'd like to be much more than that," the boy replied, looking deeply
into her eyes. His look sent electric shocks of lust down to her cunt and
to her toes. She turned her eyes away, and when she looked back at him a
few minutes later, he was still looking, and he gave her a sly smile.

The boy sauntered off self-consciously and joined a plump young girl
with a very short skirt. The waiting girl was heavily pretty in a petulant
sort of way. Her face was full, and her thick, pouting lips looked as if
they were well-used for kissing and for complaining. Her eyes were stormy
and her buxom tits were heaving. She had seen her lover flirting with
Laura. He seemed to be an experienced lover, as he quickly soothed the
girl's feelings. He sat next to the blonde, a hand possessively clutching
her heavy thigh.

Laura tried to recapture her former light mood, but something had
happened to her. She still felt that tonight anything was possible to her.

Look at the way people are treating me now, she thought. For years I've
been yearning for a little attention, and now I'm swamped with it.

She remembered Lance and smiled. But in his place in her mind's eye, she
now saw a sarcastic smile and a sexy leer. The boy had taken over her mind.

That's what happens to frustrated old maids, she thought, trying to
laugh it off, but her desire couldn't be laughed away. It ached.

The guests were invited in to dinner, and after reclaiming a wrap that
she had forgotten in the reception room in her excitement, Laura walked
toward the dining room to join Betty and Jim.

An older man came up to her on her way and gave her a hearty kiss.
"You're pretty," he said emphatically, and then he left quickly.

What an odd night. Why are all these things happening to me?

She quivered, remembering what the boy had said: "I'd like to be much
more than that." A chill went up and down her spine and then it moved to
her cunt. No one had ever said anything like that to her before.

Jesus! What's happening? I've got hot pants for a child! He can't be
more than about eighteen, so I'm twice his age. I could be his mother.

The chicken and broccoli arrived. Laura ate a few bites, but it seemed
to stick to her throat, no matter how much water she drank.

When the waiter was pouring the coffee a little later, Laura felt a hand
on the back of her neck. She turned nervously and saw that it was the boy,
who was on his way out of the room, following the sullen girl. Why had he
petted her neck? Laura put her hand back there, feeling how her face and
neck flamed with excitement.

She gave Jim her dessert and watched stealthily for the boy to re-enter
the room. The couple returned, and Elaine smiled at Laura in a strange way.
She smiled back at him, wanting him, her throat choking with shame.

What would Elaine think if she knew I was flirting with her young son?

Laura tried to make conversation with Betty as her eyes again searched
the room for the boy.

A few minutes later the couple arrived back at their table and the
blonde girl was sitting on the boy's lap. He had his hand possessively on
her ass. Laura turned her eyes away.

"What's the name of Elaine's son the one who just went by?" she asked
Betty, not looking at her.

"That was Bert. He's been nothing but trouble for Elaine and Tim. He
just flunked out of college for the third time, and he's living with that
little floozy. His grandmother left him some money and it's almost used up,
in one year. He's had about six automobile accidents, and Lord only knows
what else he's done that they're keeping quiet. He's a bad apple. Elaine
and Tim are heartbroken over him. They tried to get him to see a
psychiatrist, but he refused to go. They argue all the time about how to
handle him, and they can't seem to straighten him out."

Laura shivered.

What I'm doing isn't helping much, is it? Corrupting the morals of my
friend's children. And he's neurotic or worse. How low can you sink?

She sneaked another look at the dark, handsome boy. His hand was now on
the buxom girl's tit, and she was finally smiling in a sulky way. The
people at their table were staring, but they didn't care.

The orchestra played a fanfare, and the leader announced that the bride
was about to throw her bouquet and that all the single girls were to gather
in the center of the room.

Betty looked at Laura, but she didn't say anything. She knew from the
last few years of weddings that Laura wasn't going to try for it. Laura sat
there, sick with jealousy, feeling left out and old again.

Why is she looking at me? It's not for old maids. It's for young girls
who have a chance to be married. I'm not going up there to make a fool of
myself.

Her cheeks flamed as she remembered how close she was to making a fool
of herself in a more serious way.

Laura glanced at Bert, who was staring at her. His mouth was slightly
open, and he seemed to be trying to signal her. She couldn't understand
what he wanted. At that moment she felt old and rejected. What could he
want with her?

A young girl caught the bride's bouquet, and the group returned to their
seats. Laura noticed that the sulky blonde seemed even gloomier as she
walked back to her table.

The fanfare sounded again, and the young men were to get up this time to
catch the bride's garter.

I never saw this done before.

Her eyes followed Bert as he sauntered onto the floor with the other
men. The bridegroom pulled the blue garter down off the bride's leg and
tossed it into the group of men. Most of them reached for it, but Bert
didn't. He just stood there smiling, and as it fell near his foot. he moved
away. His older brother picked it up, and the young men returned to their
seats. The blonde acted very peeved, and Laura wondered, Why is she so
disappointed? He's obviously not the marrying type.

As the orchestra began to play again, Laura turned to talk to Betty and
Jim. She felt a hand on her shoulder. It was Bert, asking her to dance.

She got up, thrilled and nervous. Laura was dying to have him hold her
in his arms, but she was afraid she wouldn't dance well enough for him.

"I'm not a very good dancer," she apologized, moving toward him.

"Who cares?" he breathed in her ear. "I just want to feel your body next
to mine."

Chills went up and down Laura's back. She felt weak from lust and
happiness. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the blonde girl glaring at
them, looking red-eyed and about to cry. Laura felt a moment's pride at
taking the boy away from such a young girl.

What can he see in me?

She couldn't think  all she could do was feel. Bert was holding her
very tightly, and she thrilled to his hand on her flesh. Then he kissed her
ear, and Laura's knees almost buckled. She was limp from wanting him.

"I have to have you," he breathed in her ear, kissing it again.
"Tomorrow?"

"Yes," she mumbled happily, not caring about anything. "Yes!"

"I'll call you. What's the number?"

She whispered the number, barely able to talk.

"Till tomorrow," he said, nibbling at her ear. The music had stopped.
Bert brought her back to the table and squeezed her as he helped her with
her chair. She felt dizzy and faint.

The boy returned to his date, and Laura noticed that there was a flurry
of argument. Laura couldn't help herself. She had to see what was
happening. Then he had the blonde on his lap, sulky, but soothed again.

He's quite an operator, Laura admired jealously, wishing it were
tomorrow.

As soon as the cake was cut, Bert and the blonde left.

They're probably going home to bed, Laura thought sadly. On his way out,
the boy gave Laura a sexy look over his shoulder.

Laura was restless and eager to get home, but Betty and Jim wanted to
stay till the very end. Laura wanted today to be over so that tomorrow
would come sooner. She lusted for Bert, remembering the way he had looked
at her and touched her.

Elaine's brother came up to Laura and asked her to dance. Laura was
happy to  anything to make the time go faster.

Also, she thought slyly, I'd better practice. I'm a terrible dancer.

On the way home, Jim teased Laura about all the attention she'd received
at the wedding. "You were the belle of the ball," he snickered. "Even the
kids were leering at you."

Laura looked nervously at Betty, who giggled, "I'm glad you had fun.
It's about time you came out of your shell."

They should only know how far out I've come, thought Laura happily.
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Just as she had feared, Laud couldn't sleep. She was over-stimulated
from the excitement of the wedding. She kept remembering Bert's face, and
the touch of his hands.

His thrilling hands. How could such a young boy Know how to excite a
woman this way?

Laura lay in bed and squirmed with desire as she anticipated what Bert
would do to her the next day. She was inflamed and aching. It was
impossible! She couldn't wait for Bert. She needed to be fucked right now.

Laura reached out her hand for Lance, who slept near the end of her bed.
At the thought of him, she felt disloyal and guilty. Lance came eagerly and
jumped up on the bed, knocking the covers off. As Laura leaned over to pick
them up, Lance came at her from the back.

He's never done that before  not in that place, she thought, curiously
allowing him to lick her butt and asshole. It was thrilling to feel his 
warm tongue pushing up inside her bung. She'd never been touched there
before Laura spread her legs and enjoyed it as Lance licked deeper in her
ass. She was so excited that she began to come from the feel of his tongue
up there.

The dog was getting very excited. Laura moved her ass to the edge of the
bed, her legs hanging down. Lance rose on his rear legs and rested his
front paws on her ass. His breath was hot, and his odor overwhelmed her.
Suddenly she felt his prick enter her asshole. Laura jumped back from the
pain of it, but she liked it, too. Lance kept humping at her bung, pushing
in deeper and deeper with his wet prick. It filled her with a delightful
pain that she couldn't bear, and yet she loved it. Laura's body convulsed
in waves of desire as she came repeatedly, clutching at the sheets and
moaning with happiness. The dog was coming inside her ass! He jumped off
and went promptly to sleep.

I want more. I need to get fucked the other way, too. I guess I'd better
give him a little rest  the darling.

Laura dozed fitfully, but she was too stimulated to steep well. She rose
and went over to the sleeping dog. She lay close beside him on the rug,
breathing his odor in, thrilling to it. His legs covered his cock so Laura
gently moved them. She began to rub his tiny, limp prick. The dog stirred,
but didn't wake as Laura kept rubbing it. She massaged his balls and then
went back to the prick, which was still soft.

Laura moved her mouth towards Lance's prick and put her lips around it.
She began to suck, tasting the gamy flavor and smelling the strong dog
aroma.

The dog gave a low groan and opened his eyes. He moved, but not enough
to stop Laura. He made little happy growling noises as she sucked on his
dick. Laura was in a state of sexual frenzy as the cock began to stiffen.
This was the most exciting thing she had ever done! She was moaning and
coming at the same time. The dog jumped up and tried to nuzzle at her
asshole.

Laura dizzily went over to the bed and leaned over the edge in the same
position as before. Only this time she guided Lance's furry prick past her
asshole and into her cunt. The dog thrust in and out rhythmically, giving
low growls of ecstasy. Laura came in waves of enjoyment, throbbing and
leaking juice as she shivered and moaned in delight. The dog moved faster,
fucking her hard and filling her hole with gooey cum. Laura lay there in
bliss as Lance pulled out his limp prick and lay down again to sleep.

Laura sighed and turned over. She dropped off happily to sleep, and she
dreamed all night of sexy Bert, and how much she wanted to suck on his
prick.

Chapter 5

The Boy Lover Laura awoke that Sunday morning feeling strange and highly
excited. She was so nervous that she skipped the breakfast coffee that she
dearly lovely.

Lance came up to her and licked her hand and arm. Laura petted him
absent-mindedly. Her mind was on Bert. She didn't even have to close her
eyes to see his handsome face. She saw a sexual leer instead of a smile. It
stimulated and aroused her more.

The dog was begging for attention. Laura guiltily knelt down and kissed
him. "Oh, how fickle I am, darling. Here you gave me such a wonderful night
and I've already forgotten you!"

She went for a drink and mixed the Manhattan, feeling very ashamed of
herself to be drinking alone so early in the morning.

But I need it! I'm so nervous. I'll never make it till noon without a
drink.

She sipped the cocktail and petted Lance, mentally re-creating the
unbelievable evening before.

Could this really have happened to me?

Laura quivered with desire, and her cunt ached as she remembered every
word and glance and touch that Bert had given her.

Laura had been so satisfied the night before that she was amazed to find
herself lustful and horny again, craving a young boy!

I'm so glad that Bet doesn't know about me. She'd be sick! I'm so
ashamed. I don't know what's happening to me  and I don't care!

She moved to her liquor cabinet again and mixed another Manhattan. Laura
made a mental note to buy some more vermouth later.

I must be drinking a lot, she thought guiltily. That thought made her
need the drink even more.

Laura waited for the phone to ring and she feared it.

Does he remember the number? Will he look it up if he doesn't? Was he
just kidding around with me? Maybe he didn't mean a thing he said.

She was about to mix another drink when the telephone rang. Laura jumped
at its ring, even though she had been eagerly waiting for it. Her stomach
felt very funny when she picked up the receiver.

"Yes? Laura Bellini speaking."

"Is this Julie?" It was a child's voice.

"No. You have the wrong number."

Laura hung up in disgust, shaking with nervousness. Her stomach felt
very uneasy.

Then Laura indulged in the dream that he might call.

What would I say to him? He's just a child compared to me. I couldn't
chat with him about his mother, who's near my age. What would we talk
about?

A cold sweat appeared on her forehead, and she felt a real sense of
panic about the boy. How could she hold the interest of a sophisticated
young man with a mistress? That girl probably knew every sex trick there
was to hold a man.

The telephone rang again. Laura was irritated. She knew that it was the
child again. They always seemed to repeat their wrong numbers and interrupt
you a second time.

"Yes?"

"Hi. It's Bert."

Something fell in her stomach. Something cold ran down her forehead.
With all her dreaming, Laura hadn't really expected the boy to call her.

"Hi. I'm glad you called."

That was a good start. Or was I too eager?

"I've been thinking about you all night, Laura. You really are some
chick."

"Thank you." She couldn't think of a thing to say.

What a clod I am.

Lance came up to her while she was talking. He licked her arm, and as
she petted him she yearned for the comfortable safety of being alone with
the dog. She didn't have to interest or excite Lance. Laura had had too
many failures with men in the past to have any confidence in herself. One
night of attention couldn't undo thirty-six years of neglected
spinster-hood.

The boy was talking again.

He sounds confident. He probably thinks I'm a pushover. Well, I am.

"What time are we going for lunch?"

The positive approach. He's a smoothie.

"Whenever you say."

Oh, what a great conversationalist I am.

"How about twelve-fifteen?"

"Fine. Yes. That's fine." The cold sweat was beading and running down
her forehead and neck. She had a distinct stomachache. Cramps.

"What's your address? I'll pick you up, hon."

Why can't I be casual and confident like that?

"It's 3271 Queens Drive. That's near Randolph Road. Apartment 5C."

"Got it."

"I'll be ready."

Should I ask him what to wear? No. He'll think I'm stupid and don't know
how to act. But is it dressy or casual? What should I do?

"Uh Bert. Should I dress up a lot or be casual?"

"Dress to the hilt, doll. I'm taking you to the Regency Crown House.
Nothing but the best for my beauty." He was practically drooling over her
on the phone.

Laura was getting excited. She tried to sound sexy. "I'll be looking
forward to it, Bert." I didn't sound sexy  just over-anxious.

"See ya. Keep it warm for me." He hung up.

What did he mean by that?

Innocent Laura had no idea.

Did he want a warm drink when he came? No. He probably won't even park.
But I'll have some Scotch and bourbon ready anyhow. I can't imagine what he
meant.

As Laura shaved her legs, manicured her toenails and bathed, she knew in
her heat that she was going for more than just a lunch. This boy wasn't
interested in feeding her. He wanted sex.

And as soon as he's done with me, he'll drop me. I know.

Her experience in that came from the many novels and soap operas she'd
enjoyed in the past.

To settle down her fluttering stomach and nerves, Laura had a quick
Manhattan. She still had an hour to finish dressing, but she wanted to look
her best, so she had started early.

She examined her face in the mirror as she applied her make-up.

It still has last night's glow. I guess my honeymoon has transformed me.
I don't look like schoolteacher Laura any more. I have a wild look. I guess
that's what attracted him. I must be advertising with every gesture and
every expression on my face that I love sex!

She applied perfume carefully. She put it on the curly hair near her
pussy.

That's a first. I never put it there before. The dog didn't care.

She'd read somewhere that it was very sexy to put perfume behind her
knees.

I'll try anything. I'll do my best to get him, and that's all I can do,
I guess.

She got nervous about being seen in public with him, and she debated
having another drink before he came, to settle her nerves.

No. I'd better not. What if he thought I had to be drunk to see him?

It was finally twelve-fifteen, and she had been dressed and ready for
twenty minutes. Laura kept looking in the mirror anxiously.

I do look nice.

She was tired from dressing.

Then she spotted a tiny freckle near her nose that she must have had for
years and never noticed. It really bothered her, and her confidence
disappeared as she worried about it. She ran for a make-up stick to try to
cover it, but she could still see it.

Just then the doorbell rang and electric shocks of nerves ran through
her. Her stomach felt very bad again.

Oh Jesus! He's here!

Laura opened her door and was about to call down to ask him whether he
wanted to come up for a drink, when he was there!

Youth. It takes me five minutes to climb those stairs.

Bert didn't waste any time. He grabbed Laura and hugged her
passionately, right out in the hallway. She didn't care where they were.
The it moment she saw him she melted inside, just like I last night. The
magic was still there. She could have taken off her clothes right then.

Laura watched him closely for a cue when he released her. Did he want to
go to bed now? Did he want to eat first? You didn't have to be worldly to
know what this boy wanted.

I want to fuck him! she lusted.

"Oh, what a body! I can hardly wait to see every inch of it." He smacked
his lips over her as his fingers caressed her waist and patted her on the
butt.

Well, he's said it.

But she wasn't surprised.

Kids like everything out in the open. I guess he doesn't want to invest
in the lunch for nothing. I'd gladly pay for it, but I can't embarrass him.

Laura smiled sexily at him, glowing from the attention. All of a sudden
she didn't care whether she was a good conversationalist or not.

He likes my body. He wants me!

She was in a state of bliss as he led her to the car.

She had lunch in dreamy intoxication, helped by the two Manhattans and
the wine that he ordered. Laura enjoyed the drinks, but she barely ate, as
her stomach had begun to tighten up in anticipation of what was going to
happen to her.

Conversation wasn't a problem. The boy kept up a running chatter as he
touched and handled her wherever he could reach her body.

After he had put his hand near her pussy, Laura got so excited that she
lost all of her fears, and she put her hand down under the table near his
prick. Bert guided her hand to its proper destination, and Laura petted the
rising lump as her head spinned and her pussy dripped on his petting hand.

Laura was floating in passion and need. She couldn't remember a word
she'd said when they finally left the elegant restaurant.

I guess I didn't bore him too much. He looks as excited as I am. I
suppose that when a man has his hand on your pussy, he doesn't care what
you talk about.

Bert drove quickly to Laura's apartment. He drove much too fast,
considering the fact that he had one hand between Laura's legs. In her haze
she recalled hearing something bad about his driving record. She shuddered
with fear. They got to her place without an accident, and Laura floated
upstairs.

"Oh, God! I wish we were there!" he moaned in the downstairs vestibule.
Laura decided not to stop and check for mail. She assumed that his hurry
had something to do with fucking her.

She invited Bert in, but of course, that was superfluous. He was
undressing her on the way upstairs. The boy was really excited! She was,
too.

Her coat and blouse had been pulled off before they even got into the
apartment. "Jesus! I want you!" he breathed in her ear, holding her so
closely that his prick poked into her. It was very big and hard as it
pushed against her, even with his clothes on.

"I want you, too, Bert." Laura reached up and kissed him. He was ready
for more undressing by then; he was trying to unhook her brassiere. Laura
realized it would be silly to offer him a drink then. She just let him
throw her clothes around as he undressed her.

She felt very shy and ashamed as he stared at her half-nude body. No man
had ever done this to her before.

"Oh, how beautiful! What lovely tits you have!" There was no time to
thank him for the compliment, as he had thrown her down on the couch and
was passionately kissing her boobs.

Laura's juices were flowing. Her cunt was wet and ready, and she ached
for the boy. Just feeling his cock through his pants had awakened her lust.

She wanted to unzip his trousers and get at his prick. She wanted to see
it and feel it and kiss it! Bert was chewing on her jug, and the familiar
feeling of desire surged through her.

Oh, God! I need him!

Just then she noticed that Lance was growling and watching Bert
carefully, his teeth bared. He was just a puppy and hadn't been trained to
respect guests and bark at intruders, so Laura had no idea what the dog
would do. She suddenly came to earth and realized that she'd better put
Lance in another room. By the look of the dog, he could tear Bert apart if
he saw the boy fucking her.

Regretfully, Laura pushed Bert away for a moment. She saw a big, hard
protrusion through his pants. This was the first man's hard-on she'd ever
seen, and it excited her. It was very difficult for her to interrupt the
boy, but she didn't want him to be bitten.

"I'd better put my dog in another room and lock him in. He's afraid that
you're hurting me, and he's liable to bite you."

Bert had been too full of lust to notice the dog, but when he saw the
bared teeth, he was grateful to see Laura take Lance away and lock him up
in the kitchen.

When Laura returned, naked from the waist up, her skirt partially open,
she noticed that Bert had removed his pants. He stood waiting for her, his
huge hard-on waving through his Jockey shorts. She felt weak just from the
sight of it.

Bert led her to the bedroom, and she almost collapsed from excitement
and passion and weakness in the legs. He was undoing her skirt on the way.
The boy pulled off her skirt and slip quickly. He obviously couldn't wait
too long; his prick seemed even bigger and more swollen now. It was still
hidden by his shorts.

Laura helped him by quickly removing her shoes and pantyhose. He was
obviously too hot for a gradual strip. By then, the boy was completely
nude, his mountainous cock rising in grandeur in front of him.

She gazed at the swollen prick in awe.

It's bigger than the dog's.

It was red and thinks and it rose from a bush of black hair. The two
brown balls were big, too.

Laura craved to touch him. She lay on the bed and he ran to her,
breathing hard and murmuring endearments.

"Oh, I love you, Laura. I love you! I've never wanted anyone so badly."

Even in her passion Laura suspended her belief in that. She knew from 
her novels that men say anything at all when they want to fuck. But it was
so beautiful to hear!

If it were only true, she sighed.

Bert kissed each of her tits quickly, and he moved his head down to her
cunt. He pushed Laura's legs apart and began to lick her clitoris, making
funny lapping noises.

His tongue's smaller.

She giggled to herself about comparing him with Lance, even in her
stupor of ecstasy. Bert licked and licked, concentrating on her clit as her
passion rose to madness.

"Oh, God! Oh! No! No more!" Laura pushed his tongue away from her
clitoris, as the unbearable tension and ecstasy overcame her. He moved his
tongue back to it and licked her box some more.

Laura's whole body erupted. It could stand no more! She came violently,
right in Bert's mouth! Laura rocked him with her waves of come, clutching
and scratching at his back.

"Um! Um! UH! Ah! Ahhh! Mmmm!"

"Wow! You're a hot one!" he praised, after he had sucked out every drop
of cum. "You are something!"

He moved her head down to his cock and she began to lick it.

Thanks to Lance, I know what to do.

Laura licked and sucked, until the swollen prick began to ooze white
juice at its tip.

I'd better stop. I want him to fuck me first.

Bert moved her on her back and mounted her quickly. His face was flushed
and his eyes were glazed. He, too, was in another world of bliss.

As his huge prick moved slowly into Laura's cunt, she gasped from the
delight of it. It felt so good! Every inch that it moved in satisfied a
need in her. Yet, it created a new need  a tension, a stiffening of her
body, and a craving for release. She could barely breathe from the tense
waiting as he pushed his prick into her cunt deeper and faster.

"I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come!" he shouted.

Laura never heard him. She was gasping and moaning as her cunt flooded
his dick and grasped it in ecstasy. She floated in blissful waves of
released tension.

The boy's prick was erupting as he thrust into her snatch deeper. He
clutched her hard as he moaned and filled her hole with hot jizz. When he
finished, he lay there, his prick inside her cunt, kissing her cheek and
moaning.

"Oh, that was so good! Oh, can you fuck! You're great, baby." Then he
fell asleep, heavy on top of her.

Laura wept with relief that he had liked fucking her. She also wept from
the happiness of her orgasm. It had been truly wondrous!

I'm so happy! This is the best orgasm I ever had! I'm in love!

She kissed the boy on top of her.

He jumped in his sleep, moved his limp cock out of her gooey hole, and 
rolled over on his side. He was soon asleep, snoring quite loudly.

She lay there making plans, too excited to sleep, and fulfilled enough
to need a nap. Fighting off the weariness, Laura planned what she would do
next.

I can't ruin things by acting too anxious to see him again. I'll try to
be cool and let him mention it first.

She stared at the boy as he slept.

A child. What am I doing fucking with a child?

Laura suddenly craved a drink.

She crept from the bed, washed up, and made herself a Manhattan. Then
she went back to the bedroom and watched his handsome face as she drank it.

He twitched and woke up. "Where are you, baby?" he groaned, sounding
very satisfied.

"I'm here, having a drink. Would you like one?" she offered.

"No. I don't really dig them. I just had drinks at lunch to be sociable.
I really use grass. That's the real turn-on."

"Grass?" Laura knew what it was, of course. She tried hard not to sound
shocked, but she was.

"Sure. Alcohol's bad for you. We'll try grass next time, the two of us."

Laura wanted to see him again so badly that she wouldn't have argued if
he'd suggested trying suicide.

Anything! Anything to have him again!

"When will that be?" She had broken all her resolutions.

Damn. Why did I have to sound so anxious?

"Soon, baby. Real soon. Come on back to bed. I've had enough talking."

Laura cuddled up next to him, waiting for him to make love to her. He
moved her head down to his prick, which was very big again.

"Come on, baby. You know what I want. Give me a blow job."

Laura had never heard of a blow job, but she knew what Bert wanted. She
couldn't help but know with his hand pushing her head down on his cock.

She put his prick in her mouth and began to suck. It was salty and
sticky and delicious. As Laura sucked, the dick swelled more in her mouth,
rising to become a mountain again. Her flesh had goose bumps, and every
inch of her thrilled as she pumped away at the rising dong.

"Uh! Oh! Faster! Faster!" he groaned.

Laura sucked his tool harder and faster. She was getting a bit tired,
but her whole body was stiff and tense with passion.

I'm going to come! I'm going to come! she exulted.

Laura's cunt wrenched and cramped with lust as it flooded her and
released her. She broke her sucking rhythm for one moment, as the orgasm
overcame and engulfed her. Then she continued sucking his rod, faster and
harder, as he coached her.

"Now bite it a little. Give it a little bite," he panted.

She obliged enthusiastically. Her cunt ached with wild desire again.

Oh God! I love him! I need him!

"Near the tip! Lick it near the tip. I'm ready!"

She licked and sucked and pumped. Her neck and back ached, but she
didn't really feel it.

"I'm going to come! I'm coming! I'M COMING!" he shouted the obvious, as
his cock filled her mouth with white salty goo.

Laura gulped it down, licking to get every drop of jizz as her wild
insides cramped and let go again! She bit his tool as she came, and then
she let the prick go, sighing in ecstasy.

"Um! Uh! Oh, my God! You're wonderful! So wonderful!" she groaned.

Laura kissed the marvelous cock that had given her so much pleasure. She
kissed it again, licking it.

"That's the best blow job I ever had," he praised.

Laura winced at the compliment. It reminded her of his many other women.
She caressed his sticky prick, hating to see it losing its magnificence.

As they took a shower together later, Bert kept bumping her bare ass
with his dick, arousing her again.

Oh, will I ever get enough?

He played with her soapy jugs, rubbing the erect, pointy nipples.

"Oh! Mmm. I want you again," she moaned to him, reaching out for his
prick.

His cock was erect  -a small hill, not a mountain. "You know what I
like, baby."

Laura looked at him in surprise.

Is that all he's going to want to do?

They dried each other, and Laura sucked and licked his cock again. As
she sucked and licked and bit it, her body throbbed and ached and cramped.

Odd. But this is what I want, too! It's better than being fucked!

Laura came twice, once when Bert came in her mouth, and again while she
was kissing his limp cock. She was licking all the salty cum off of it, and
lapping it up, smacking her lips, as she came the second time, screaming
with passion.

"What a wild bitch you are!" he marveled. "Oh, Laura, I need you. You're
the best woman I've ever had!" He kissed her tenderly, and she lay there,
glowing with satisfaction.

As weary Bert dressed to leave, she petted him and kissed him,
interrupting his dressing. "You can sure wear a guy out," he teased.

Laura smiled happily, putting on a robe.

I'll have to get a sexy negligee now. Will I really see him again?

Bert kissed her quickly and said, "See ya. I'll call you tomorrow." Then
he was gone.

After he left, Laura could have kicked herself for not telling him when
she'd be home from work. She had to go to work. She didn't want to be
fired!

What if he calls while I'm gone? Will he call again?

She worried for a while, and then had a double Manhattan to calm her
nerves.

Laura had a briefcase full of papers to mark and lessons to plan, but 
she just couldn't do them now. Her head was spinning with daydreams about
her new lover.

She heard a loud barking that must have been going on for a while. It
seemed as though she might have heard Lance before in her stupor of passion
and drink.

Laura ran to her pet and let him out of the kitchen. He was very upset,
and it took her a long time to calm him down.

Kissing his smooth fur, Laura wept with guilt. She'd betrayed her first
love already. Did he know? Would she ever want Lance again? At the moment,
Laura was too satisfied to do anything but sleep. She ran to the bedroom,
locked Lance out, and slept for hours.

The next day, Laura rushed home from school to wait for the phone call.
She didn't wash the boards in her classroom or put new work up, or even
stop at her mailbox in the school office. She flew homey fearing she'd miss
Bert's call.

Relieved to be within hearing distance of the phone, Laura tried to mark
some papers while she waited. It was impossible. She couldn't keep her mind
on the simplest thing. The whole world was that deadly quiet telephone. She
watched it and willed it to ring. It didn't.

Laura mixed herself a drink and gulped it down. She was tired and
nervous. It had been a hard day with the children. They had been
achievement testing all day, and Laura had been forced to follow exact
directions and maintain stern discipline from nine o'clock to three, with
only a few short breaks. She was drained from it.

She watched the clock and the disappointing phone. It was five-thirty
already, and no call.

Suddenly, it rang! She let it ring twice and grabbed it. It was Betty.

"Hi. This is Bet."

"Hi. How are you?"

"Great. How's the belle of the ball?"

"Oh  you mean the wedding? I did have fun there." Laura nervously
watched the clock. It was twenty-five to six. She had to get off the phone
or the line would be busy when Bert called her.

She didn't want to hurt Bet's feelings, and from past experience, she
knew it was sometimes very difficult to hang up on Bet if she was offended
or thought that Laura was trying to get rid of her.

Desperately Laura tried a lie. "Listen, sis. Can I call you back later
tonight? I'm expecting an important call. From my principal."

"I'm not important?" teased Bet."

"Of course you are," laughed Laura. "I'll talk to you later."

Without even waiting for an answer, Laura hung up. The line was clear
now, and she waited for her lover.

He didn't call. By six o'clock, Laura was weeping and on her fourth
drink. She sat and cried, petting Lance's head. The dog looked worried
about her, but she barely noticed him.

Finally, Laura couldn't stand it any longer. She had to call him! She 
didn't know whether he worked or went to school, whether he lived at home
or with that blonde. She didn't know anything about him! In her drunken
stupor she had to laugh at herself. She had been so nervous and
self-conscious about what to talk about during the lunch, and she'd been
too cloddish to even ask him about himself. Laura sighed at her
inadequacies.

No wonder he didn't call. I probably bored him to death.

She wept some more, trying to get up her courage to call Bert.

It was rather tricky calling Bert at his parents' home, since his
mother, Elaine, knew Laura's voice very well.

If she recognizes my voice as I ask for him, I'll never live it down!

She was still sober enough to be afraid.

Laura dialed his number as she shook with nerves. Her own sister might
answer the phone there, as Bet was Elaine's best friend, and lived near
her. A man answered.

That's right. It's dinnertime.

Laura felt nauseous. In a low, disguised voice, Laura asked for Bert.
She knew she was talking to his father.

"May I speak to Bert, please?"

"Who's calling?"

Laura wasn't prepared for that. "Uh uh Mary." She clenched her teeth
in nervousness.

Will he come to the phone? Why didn't he call me? What should I say to
him?

An eternity elapsed.

They must have been eating dinner.

Bert was on the phone. He was talking with his mouth full, but she knew
his voice immediately.

"Yeah?"

"It's me. Laura."

"Oh. Hi. I was going to call you."

"Well, I wasn't home a good part of the day, and I thought I missed your
call," she explained nervously.

"I was going to call you tonight, honest," the boyish voice said, his
mouth empty now.

"It doesn't matter. How are you?" Laura was stalling. She was trying
desperately to keep from asking him when she was going to see him.

"How about tomorrow night?" he asked.

Laura heaved a sigh of relief. She didn't have to ask him. A tear crept
down her cheek. She was worn out from the long vigil at the telephone.

"Fine. What time?"

"I'll come at eight o'clock, after supper. We'll stay at your place."

"Okay." It was obvious that he wasn't going to take her out any more for
a while. He couldn't afford it, anyhow.

I'll provide the entertainment, she planned, dreaming of sucking on his
cock. She wanted to say, "I love you. I've been thinking about you all 
day," but she held on to herself, and she didn't. She felt almost sober now
from the strain  just a little bit dizzy.

"See ya, Mary," he laughed.

"Good-bye."

Laura hung up, worrying that he might not have known who he was talking
to.

Could he be dating a Mary, too? He doesn't know me long enough to know
my voice.

She worried about that half of the night, and finally dropped off,
exhausted, after she wearily remembered that she had mentioned her own
name.

Bert finally arrived the next night, forty minutes late. By then, Laura
was in a state of alcoholic stupor from four Manhattans. They seemed to
help the waiting.

She saw Bert every other day for weeks, mostly sucking his cock. He
fucked her less and less, but she didn't care. She had wild orgasms as she
sucked him off, and they were both deeply satisfied from the oral sex.

Laura found it impossible to go to work on many of the school days that
followed her dates with Bert. He often stayed till three or four o'clock in
the morning, expecting her to give head repeatedly during the night.

Weary Laura was finally called in by Mr. Anderson for a confidential
talk. He looked very grim.

"What seems to be the matter, Miss Bellini?"

That's a bad sign. He used to called me Laura.

"I haven't been feeling very well lately, Mr. Anderson," she lied.

"What's wrong?"

"My stomach again." 'Have you seen a doctor?"

"Yes. Twice. He's been giving me medicine, but I'm up at night a lot 
with the pain." He didn't look impressed.

Very coldly, he informed her, "I'm sorry that you're ill, Miss Bellini,
but this is a school, you known and your class expects a teacher there
every day. We both realize that having a substitute there twice a week is
not good."

"Yes. Yes. I understand," Laura whispered fearfully.

"And I suppose you know that you've used up all of your sick leave, and
have now gone over it by six days."

"No. I didn't realize."

Six days' pay gone. Oh, no. I'm going to get fired, too.

"We try to be understanding in cases of illness, but this has been going
on for some time. It's very unpleasant to have to say this, Miss Bellini,
but it's for the children's sake. I must warn you that if you're not able
to be here regularly, we'll have to get a full-time substitute to fill in
for you for the rest of the term. In that way, there will be the security
and continuity of the same teacher here all the time."

"You mean, you'll fire me?" she whispered.

"Well, it's too soon to decide on that," he hedged. "We'll consider it a
long leave of absence at this point. I'd certainly like to give you a
chance to recover."

What's happening to me? Now I'm blowing my job!

Laura had been teaching for many years, but she was fairly new in this
district and she had no tenure. She wept from anxiety and shame. Laura had
always been so conscientious and regular in attendance before.

"I'm going to talk to my doctor right away, sir. I'll do my best to get
better soon. I'll be here whenever it's humanly possible," she sobbed.

Mr. Anderson was embarrassed and eager to end the interview. He stood up
and said, "I hope so. We'd hate to lose you."

Laura left his office quickly. Avoiding Mr. Lawson in the hall, Laura
ran to the parking lot and drove home in a hurry for a drink.

Chapter 6

Remorse Laura lay in Bert's arms. He had been napping, and she was
afraid to move for fear of awakening him. Finally, she had to stretch,
since her muscles felt cramped and restless.

With her gentle movement he stirred, and he opened his eyes. Bert looked
at her, smiling. It was the same sexy grin that still turned her on.
Although Laura had had one massive orgasm earlier in the evening, she still
yearned for more.

"Hi," he leered at her. "Ready for more action?"

"Always," she breathed, petting his limp prick.

"I'm hungry," he groaned. "You're starving me."

"I'll fix you something," Laura offered eagerly. She loved to cook for
Bert, and she made supper for him often. She wanted to do everything for
him.

"Naw. I'm in the mood to go out," he said, watching her closely for her
reaction.

Laura shuddered at the thought of being seen in public with Bert. She
had given the matter deep thought and realized that they shouldn't be seen
together.

Doesn't he realize how dangerous it is for me? How can I be seen out
with a child?

Bert was stubborn, as he had been in the past many times. He loved to
sit in dark lounges and eat and drink and listen to music. She loved all
that, too, but now she was afraid.

He occasionally let Laura use one of her credit cards to pay for it, but
he was a fairly good sport.

I guess his grandmother's money isn't completely gone yet.

He had finally told her that he wasn't working, and he was trying to get
into another college. He had been thrown out of the last school recently.

They had had one big argument over being seen together in public, and 
Bert had won it. Laura had given in that time and all the other times,
because she was so afraid he would get bored and stop seeing her. She'd
take any risk to keep him. Yet, she held her breath every time they walked
together into a restaurant or a bar. Laura well knew how much criticism she
would get from her family and friends if they found out about her love
affair with a young boy.

"Couldn't we stay home? I feel so nervous when we're out. What if your
mother and dad should find out about us? They'd never forgive me!"

"No. I want some night life. The only thing I like to do at home is
screw. But I'm not going to force you to go. I can go alone."

That was his ultimate threat that always defeated her. Laura knew that
this handsome boy wouldn't stay alone for long. He could pick up any young,
beautiful girl he wanted  and they both knew it.

"Okay. I'll go. I want to be with you." Laura kept her fears to herself.
She didn't want to smother the boy with her jealousy. She ate herself up
with it. Bert wouldn't tell her whether he was still living with the fat
blonde, Nancy. Laura believed that he was. Bert was the kind who wanted to
eat his cake and have it, too.

Well, I'm sure cutting down her sex rations if he is still living with
her.

Laura knew that young boys had insatiable appetites for sex, but she saw
Bert nearly every day. So the blonde couldn't be too happy with him if they
were still living together.

Laura and Bert bathed and dressed, and Laura fed Lance and took him out.
The big dog had gotten accustomed to having Bert around, and he didn't
growl or bare his teeth at him any more. However, Laura always locked Lance
up when she and Bert were making love. She didn't want Lance to attack Bert
out of jealousy, or in order to protect her.

As she brought the big dog back in, Bert asked, "Ready now?"

"In a second. I want to fix my hair."

She smoothed down the wild ends that had blown in the wind, and she
thought about her sex life. Laura still fucked regularly with the dog, but
not half as often as before. Now that she was in love with Bert, she seldom
thought about Lance.

Her preferences in sex had gradually changed, too. She seldom wanted to
have Bert or the dog fuck her in the ordinary way any more. Laura enjoyed
cock-sucking the most, and her most passionate orgasms came when she sucked
on Bert's prick and he had an orgasm in her mouth.

I guess I'm not normal. I like strange things.

Bert was getting impatient. She must have been daydreaming a long time
as she did her hair.

"Come on, doll. Are you going to take all night?"

"I'm ready. One more second."

They drove downtown, and Laura was secretly looking forward to being out
in a night spot, although she was afraid. It was just that she was so
nervous about being seen with Bert.

At first he had teased her, "Are you ashamed of me?"

Her answer always was, "No. I'm ashamed of myself and what I'm doing.
I'm much too old for you, and people will be disgusted seeing us together."

Bert just laughed. "You're just right for me, baby. There's nobody in
the world who can suck me off the way you do."

"I enjoy making love to you," Laura said. She didn't mention how much
she hated his way of describing what she did to him. Laura felt that
anything done by people in love was all right. But she thought calling it
"suck me off" was vulgar.

Bert squeezed her arm.

I guess I make him happy or he wouldn't stick around. His fat blonde
probably won't do what I do to him. She probably couldn't bend over that
long.

Her malicious thought made Laura smile, and Bert responded to it. "I
like it when you look happy, doll. Sometimes you look so serious that
people will think you don't like me."

"I'd like to forget what people think," Laura answered, shuddering.

Laura had four drinks, trying to get rid of her nervous feelings and
fluttery stomach. Every time someone new walked into the lounge, she
checked his or her face to see if she knew them.

I guess the main problem would be if they knew me.

Bert had something on his mind, and he started the conversation only
after Laura's nerves were dulled by drink. "I guess I'd better tell you,
doll. You're going to find out, anyhow."

"Tell me what?" she asked through her fog.

"You don't have to worry any more about people finding out. They already
know." He said it as though it were good news.

Laura was suddenly almost sober. "Who knows? Jesus! Who?"

"My mother knows, and when she knows, the world knows," he giggled,
waving his arms to encompass the universe.

"I don't see what's so funny about it," Laura mumbled, the sinking
feeling returning to her stomach. "My reputation's ruined now."

"Why?"

"Why? Because a woman of my age doesn't seduce a boy of eighteen."

"I'm not a boy," Bert insisted in an insulted way. "Anyway, I seduced
you."

"They think of you as a boy. To me you're a sexy, wonderful man." She
grabbed his hand to try to make up for hurting his feelings.

"You're just making a big fuss over nothing."

"Oh, God! You don't understand. I'm a teacher! My reputation is ruined!
Yours is, too, only you don't care!"

"I don't give a shit! I never did," he answered, sneering.

"Does my sister know?"

"They were gabbing on the phone when I was over last night. She knows."

"Why didn't you tell me before?"

"I wanted to buy you a few drinks first. I knew you'd have a shit fit 
over it!"

Laura moved her glass away, and she put her head down on the table. Her
face was flaming with shame and fear. "I'll never be able to face anyone
again. I should have known we'd be found out. How did your mom her about
it?"

"My dad's brother saw us last Tuesday night  at the Emerald Lounge. I
never even noticed him. People are such gossips! He couldn't wait to call
up and tell everybody."

"Let's go home. I feel lousy."

"I know how to cheer you up."

"I don't feel like doing anything."

"I know how to change your mind," he leered, putting his hand between
her legs.

Laura knew that he was right. She was putty in his expert hands. He knew
just where and how to touch a woman. So young  and so worldly.

As they drove back to her apartment, Laura wept and sniffled. She kept
telling herself she'd look terrible with red, swollen eyes, but she
couldn't stop.

Bert was quiet, but determined. When they got into the apartment, he
brushed aside Laura's objections that she was upset, and he stubbornly
began to undress her.

"I'm not in the mood, Bert. Let's make it tomorrow."

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm going to cheer us up. We both need it. I want to see you
happy and smiling, and then I'll leave. Maybe I'll even stay all night."

Laura sighed, knowing he was right, but feeling so very guilty and
ashamed. She kissed him hard.

He stripped her slowly, exclaiming over every bare part of her that he
saw. By the time he finished his soliloquy on her navel, she was giggling
hysterically in embarrassment.

Bert kissed and nibbled on Laura's tits, and poked his fingers way up
her cunt. He rubbed her clitoris and kept rubbing it;, even when she tried
to push his finger away.

"No. No more. Oh! Oh!"

He rubbed away. His tongue sought entrance to her mouth, and as his
tongue probed her mouth, his finger pushed up her cunt. It was like being
raped in two places at one time.

Laura tensed with passion. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps. Her
face flamed and burned, and her entire crotch ached and lusted for the boy.

He's worth it! He's worth anything I have to go through.

"I love you, Bert," she gasped, letting go a wave of orgasm, melting and
dripping in ecstasy.

"I love you, too," he breathed. Laura didn't believe him, but she loved
to hear it anyway. She knew that he probably whispered the same thing to
his fleshy blonde when he fucked her. Laura felt a real pain of jealousy at
that thought. She hated to share him.

"My darling," she said as she kissed him. A tear ran down her cheek.

"Now give me what I want, baby." Bert moved Laura's head down to his
large cock, which was swollen and standing up, waiting for her.

"It's what I want, too, darling."

Laura ached to touch his cock, to lick it and suck it. She enveloped it
with her tongue, enjoying every familiar bump of it. She licked his tool,
savoring the slightly salty taste. Her tongue traveled up and down and
around, going in circles on the beautifully swollen prick.

"Oh, God! That's good!" he moaned.

Laura kept licking. She licked his thighs and his balls and the little
spot behind the balls near his asshole.

"Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh!"

Bert was ready to come. She opened her mouth wide and sucked the large
dong deep inside. Then, clasping it tightly with her lips, she squeezed the
cock, licking the tip as he quivered and moaned.

"Oh! Mmmmmm!"

Bert twitched with ecstasy as Laura licked and sucked. She ached and
cramped, her body telling her she was ready to leave the world.

"Mmmm. Bite it! Bite it!"

Laura put her teeth on the cock and pressed them in  ever so gently.
She rubbed his balls at the same time.

"My God! I can't stand it! I'm going to come!" he moaned.

Laura rubbed her finger between his balls and his asshole as her sucking
increased in speed.

'Mmmmm. Ah! Mmmmm!" he gasped.

A flood of hot sperm filled her mouth as Bert's body stiffened and then
let go. Laura gulped it down greedily.

"There's no one like you in the whole world," he whispered breathlessly.

Laura didn't hear him. She was alone in eternity with Bert's cock,
licking it, devouring it, enjoying its taste as her body twitched and
convulsed in rhythmic motions of release.

"Mmm! Uhhh!"

Laura lay there, the diminishing prick still in her mouth. She licked up
every drop of salty cum, refusing to relinquish her claim on his prick.

They slept, with Laura's mouth still on Bert's dick. She awoke soon 
cramped and tired  too satisfied to recall her disgrace.

Bert spent the rest of the night with her, and when he left in the
morning, he kissed her hard and gave her a worried look.

"Now, don't fall apart over some little thing. Remember, the important
thing is to think about how happy we are. Okay?"

She had had her warning. With a sinking feeling, Laura knew that she'd
hear from Bert's mother today. He had prepared her as well as he was able
to, the doll. Laura remembered every detail of the night gratefully. It
would help her to get through what was coming.

She bathed and dressed, dreading the day ahead.

Maybe I can put it off, and she won't be as angry.

Laura decided to leave the house so that Elaine wouldn't be able to
reach her by phone.

Since it was a Saturday, she could have gone over to Betty's house,
which she often did. But Laura feared Bet's wrath. Bet was no prude. If
Bert had been a grown man, Bet would have welcomed a love affair, for her
sister's happiness. But a young boy half her age? Laura knew that she'd
hear plenty from Bet and Jim. She'd have to stay away from them for a
while.

Laura had two quick drinks before she left the house. They didn't help,
and she felt as full of shame and guilt as before. The phone rang, and she
was afraid to answer it. Laura looked for a book and took it with her.
She'd sit and read in the public library to kill time. Nobody could reach
her there.

The phone was ringing again as she shut the door. Shivering with fear,
she took flight. Laura drove to the library, parked and went inside. She
kept wondering who it was who had called.

Was it Bert? Did I miss a call from him?

Laura was afraid to call him at his parents' home for fear of who would
answer the phone. She didn't know whether he still had the apartment with
the blonde, or whether he lived at home all the time. But Bert had refused
to tell her anything about the apartment or give her any phone number or
address.

It was an impossible situation. Depressed and angry with herself, she
had a bad session with the librarian, trying to explain why she was
bringing her own library book back into the library to read. It was
irritating. The woman was so ignorant that she couldn't cope with anything
but library books being checked out of the library or being returned to the
library. Nothing else.

Laura left the library in a huff, flustered and angry, clutching her
book.

I probably couldn't have concentrated on reading it, anyway.

She got in the car and drove around, not knowing where she could go. It
was a beautiful day, but not yet warm enough to sit outdoors and read.

I need a drink.

Laura yearned to go home and read there, near her bar. But she was
afraid of a phone call or a visit.

As she drove, she looked for a place to stop for a drink. It was a
strange neighborhood, so she was a bit afraid to go into one of the bars
alone. Some of them looked pretty bad. She kept driving.

Laura saw a small restaurant on the corner. They advertised beer, so she
knew they had a liquor license.

I'll get a cocktail and then have lunch. I needn't starve, just because
I'm in disgrace. It's bad enough that I have to go into hiding.

She parked and walked into the restaurant, carrying her book. Laura felt
depressed and lonely, and she felt that no one in the world would ever like
her or respect her again.

She ordered a Manhattan and drank it quickly. Then she looked at the
menu. She wasn't hungry, but she knew she'd better eat something. She felt
lightheaded from just one drink.

"I'll have a grilled cheese sandwich."

"Coffee?"

"No. No, thanks."

"Another cocktail?"

Why not? I feel rotten.

"Yes. One more.

As Laura was sipping her drink, she saw a woman she knew walk in. Her
first impulse was to hide from her.

That's silly. She couldn't know about it. Not yet. Pretty soon I won't
be able to face anyone.

Laura waved to the woman. She had played bridge with her often in the
past. Maybe some company would help her to snap out of it. She was really
down.

The woman came over, smiling broadly. "Hello, Laura. Good to see you."

Laura greeted her with a smile. "Hi."

"It's been over a year since we've gotten together in our duplicate
group. I really miss playing bridge that way."

"I do, too. We'll have to get together soon."

You won't find two more people who will sit in the same room with me.
And you won't either, when you find out.

Laura's cheeks got warm with shame.

The waitress came to take the woman's order. Laura was groping to
remember the woman's name.

It'll come to me.

"I'll have a cheeseburger," the woman said.

"Uh I'll have a Manhattan."

She'll think it's just my second one.

As they ate and chatted, Laura relaxed a little.

The drinks help, she thought gratefully. This woman won't speak to me by
next week. I'd better enjoy her company while she will. What's her name?
Marie. Marie something.

Marie was talking Laura had missed half of it, but she didn't care. "
and I have to pick up a baby gift for one of my neighbors. So, would you
like to go shopping with me? I'd love some company."

"Sure. That'll be fun." Laura hadn't had time to shop for months. It was
always paper-marking, lesson-planning or house cleaning on the weekends.
Lately, everything had been neglected for Bert. Anyway, she had nowhere to
go. She didn't know where to go if she couldn't go home.

They left gaily. The woman was happy about her shopping expedition.
Laura was a bit cheerful because of her three Manhattans.

The two women drove to the shopping center in Marie's car. She parked,
and they walked into the city's finest department store, Trumbell's.

Laura's head was in a whirl from the drinks, the spring air, and the
intoxicating smell of perfume in the store.

They sauntered slowly past the women's blouse section. Laura lingered,
but decided to let Marie get her baby gift first before she shopped.

"Do you want to shop here?" Marie asked.

"Later. Let's get your present first."

"Good idea."

They walked toward the escalator, Marie jabbering about starting a new
duplicate bridge group, when Laura stopped dead. Facing her in the aisle
was Elaine! Bert's mother stood there glaring at her, with Laura's sister,
Bet, at her side. Bet looked pale and accusing. Laura wanted to faint to
get away from the impossible horror of it! She couldn't. Her knees were
weak, but she stayed conscious and had to face her lover's mother.

"I've been calling you," Elaine snarled in controlled fury. "You filthy
whore! Why did you have to choose a child to sleep with? Why? Doesn't my
son have enough troubles without a sordid affair with an older woman? What
can he possibly see in you? Twice his age! I'd have you arrested if I
could! And I'm going to find out, believe me! There must be some law
protecting youngsters from depraved whores like you!" Elaine was shrieking
now, and Bet was crying.

Laura couldn't answer her. Her throat was dry, and her voice croaked.
Anyway, what was there to say? Marie stood there, fascinated by the scene.
She seemed to be enjoying it, but she looked a little puzzled because she
wasn't exactly sure which son of Elaine's Laura was having the affair with.

Elaine ranted on. A small group of people congregated to listen.

It's probably making their day, Laura noted with horror. Everyone loves
a victim.

"You're going to stay away from my child! Do you understand? No dirty
slut is going to ruin his life! He has enough grief to live down! And if I
hear that you're sexually molesting my boy, I'm going to report you to the
authorities! There must be some way I can keep an old sex moron away from
my child!"

Elaine looked and sounded hysterical. As she raised her hand to strike
Laura, Bet pulled at her and stood in the way. "No! No! Don't hit her!" She
pulled Elaine away.

"Will you forgive me, Bet?" croaked Laura, looking pleadingly into her
sister's eyes. She ignored the hysterical mother.

"You make me sick!" answered Bet in disgust. She pulled her friend away,
and led Elaine to a chair, where she wept hysterically.

The crowd of people had formed such a tight circle around them that
Laura could hardly push through them. She left the gaping Marie and ran out
of the store, crying and gasping for air.

Laura didn't know which was the worst, the public humiliation, or the
private knowledge that she deserved it. She ran breathlessly, looking for a
cab to take her to her car. She wasn't even sure where she had parked it,
but she knew what neighborhood the restaurant was in. She stood there 
weeping for about fifteen minutes. When she finally got a cab, they drove
to the restaurant and she got out. She paid the driver and stumbled around
the block, finally finding her car.

I need a drink! I'd better go home for it or I'll never get there! I
won't be able to drive!

All the way home Laura wept. She knew she couldn't give up Bert, but the
pressures of a hysterical mother could be considerable.

Laura finally reached home, having a few close calls on the way. She was
no longer drunk from the earlier drinks, but she couldn't keep her mind on
the driving.

Laura threw off all her clothes and ran for a drink. She drank it
greedily.

She phoned Bert at his house, desperately needing him and wanting to
hear his voice. His mother wouldn't be home yet, so it was fairly safe.

If his father answers, I'll hang up.

No one answered. Weeping, Laura ran for the whiskey bottle.

I don't need the vermouth. Why do I have to be so fancy at a time like
this?

Lance had come to greet her when she arrived home. Laura petted him and
lay down next to him on the rug.

Maybe he can make me feel better, though I don't think anything can. Why
am I so rotten? Why can't I be normal like other people?

Laura turned Lance over on his back so that she could see his prick and
his balls. She began to lick the dog's cock. It had a funny, salty taste.
As she licked it, it grew harder and bigger. She licked on, enjoying the
taste and smell.

Laura opened her mouth and began to suck his dick, savoring the salty,
gamy taste. In her excitement she sucked harder, smacking her lips and
drooling over the dog's hairy body. He showed his ecstasy with low moaning
growls and occasional shivers. Laura almost lost consciousness in her lust
as she sucked and tasted his sticky dog juice.

The dog tensed and she knew what was going to happen. She sucked harder,
licking the furry tip in a wild fervor. The dog began to rock, and hot,
sticky jizz filled her mouth, salty and a little bitter.

She cramped with desire, and an orgasm swept over her, wave after wave
of release carrying her into another world. She wept with relief.

Laura lapped away at the dog's prick, swallowing and sucking until the
furry cock was limp and soft. The dog made soft, purring sounds.

She slept in exhaustion, the prick still in her mouth. She was unaware
when the dog trotted away and slept nearby.

When Laura awoke, she hated to return to consciousness. It was better
not to feel anything  not to know anything.

She reached again for the whiskey bottle, shivering with the cold. While
she drank down a water glass full of liquors she ran to the bedroom, found
a robe, and put it on. Laura returned to the bottle, which had been
three-quarters full when she started.

The phone rang and she answered it dully, not even caring who it was.
Her self-hatred overwhelmed her. It was a wrong number, and she hung up.

Laura saw her clothes strewn all over the living-room floor. She lay
there on the rug, drinking, her head on her girdle, her foot on her
brassiere, not wanting to live. She still felt something, and Laura could
still relive the horror of Elaine's accusations. She could still hear the
mother's hysteria over her child.

A child! Why do I have to fuck with a child?

Laura doggedly finished the bottle, heartburn and nausea overcoming her.
The accusing voice was fading away. It was replaced by a dizzy blurring
noise. The phone rang, but Laura couldn't hear it.

Lance came up to her and licked his unconscious mistress. But she wasn't
able to play.

Chapter 7

The Rivals "Well, you're a fine mess!" Bert sounded scornful, but his
eyes were worried. He pulled Laura off the floor and hugged her, recoiling
from her whiskey odor.

"Oh, I'm sick," she moaned. "I'm so sick."

He led her to the washroom where she vomited for quite a while. They he
lay her on the living-room couch and washed her face off with a cloth.

Laura lay there as pale as death. She couldn't talk. What was there to
say? She didn't even care how she looked, for the first time.

"You really tied one on, didn't you?" he sneered. 'I've been calling and
worrying about you."

"Uh. I'm sick. Let me alone. What day is it?"

"It's Sunday night."

"God! I've been out since Saturday afternoon! What about the dog?"

"That's another thing! He shit all over the front hall. I guess the poor
dog asked to go out. Jesus Christ! What a mess this place is!"

"Don't yell at me, honey. I'm sick!"

"Well, somebody's got to stop you from living like this! It's
disgusting. You never saw anyone act this piggish on grass!" Bert was very
superior and childish at that moment. Laura wanted to hit him and kiss him
at the same time.

Laura tried to raise her head. "I've got to feed the dog. The poor
creature must be starving!"

"No. He ate one of your plants, and he chewed up your slippers. That
must have given him some nourishment. You're a mess!" Bert was determined
to insult her.

"I know I'm a mess. You mother spelled it all out for me."

"I know. I heard all about it." He shuddered.

"Please, baby. Feed the dog and take him out. I actually can't move this
head. Will you, please?"

"Yes. But I'm not going to clean up his shit from front hall. This place
stinks!"

"I'll do it later. Cover it up with something and spray the room. I
can't move. Oh, I'm so sick!"

Bert kissed her, making a face at her smell. "It's a good thing I've got
a key, or you and the dog could have died here," he grumbled.

He fed the dog, took him out and came back in better humor. "What can I
give you to eat, honey?" He petted her arm. "You haven't eaten for a long
time."

"Ugh. Nothing. I feel lousy."

"You have to have something. A little soup?"

"I'll try." She sighed gratefully. At least one person cared whether she
lived or died.

He worked in the kitchen, opening the can of soup and heating it, and he
even fussed with a tray and crackers. He looked like a little boy. Laura
wept. It made her head feel worse.

Bert held her head up and fed her, and she was able to get down a little
soup. "Why the hell didn't you answer the phone?" Bert demanded.

"I was afraid it was your mother. I didn't want to hear what she had to
say again. Mainly because it's true!"

"The hell it is! I've had to take so much crap the last few days that I
moved out again. I'm in my own apartment. I'll give you the phone number."

He wrote down a phone number on a small piece of paper and left it on
her coffee table.

"Is that girl living there with you?"

"What girl?" he asked cautiously.

The blonde. I think her name is Nancy. You know what girl I mean."

"No. Not any more. I blew her off awhile ago, he answered evasively.

His eyes look shifty. Such beautiful eyes to be so shifty.

"I've been worried about you," he murmured, groping for the buttons on
her robe.

"No. I can't fool around now. No. I'm too sick."

"Aw, come on. I've been dreaming about your blow job all night. Come on,
baby. That's what I came over for." He looked miffed.

"I thought you came to see me."

"Sure. I like to see you. But I like it even better when you blow me.
Come on."

Laura wanted to please him, but every time she moved her head, she got
dizzy and sick to her stomach. Her head ached, too.

"No. I can't do it. I'd throw up all over you. I'm too sick."

"Aw, come on."

Bert was acting like a sulky little baby. Laura suddenly realized in
shock that that was all he was.

"No. This is the first time I've ever refused you. Now, just forget
about it! I can't do it today." She heard herself, and she sounded like a 
school teacher scolding a little boy.

Isn't that what he is?

Bert sulked and left soon, promising to return and get his cock sucked
that night. Laura figured he'd probably find some other girl before then.
He had a slight hard-on, and he looked in a sullen mood.

"Bye, Laura. Keep it ready for me. I'll be back tonight. Get this shit
cleaned up by then."

"So long, Bert. Thanks for feeding us. I'm not cleaning up anything with
his head, and I'm not screwing tonight or giving blow jobs."

He slammed his way out, and Laura cautiously moved to the liquor
cabinet. It took her a half-hour to move herself the few feet to cross the
big room. But she'd been ashamed to ask Bert for a drink.

Laura had only a few drinks, mainly because she was so ill that she
could barely keep them down. Then she slept, trying to block out her
disgrace from her mind.

A doorbell was ringing. It couldn't be Bert, because he always let
himself in with a key.

Jesus! Maybe it's his mother!

Laura shuddered with fear and shame.

I'm not going to answer! I couldn't stand it to hear any more! No more!

It kept ringing for a long time.

Maybe it's Bet. Maybe she's forgiven me.

That thought jarred her into moving slowly toward the door. She moved
slowly toward the buzzer to answer the doorbell. Her head throbbed with
pain.

Laura waited by the open front door, holding onto a chair. Her senses
recoiled at the odor there.

I have to sit down. I feel sick!

She half crawled back to the couch, leaving the door open.

If it's Elaine, maybe the smell will scare her away. I need a drink.

It was too late. Someone was approaching the front door.

A plump blonde girl walked in. It was Nancy, Bert's old girlfriend.

Or is he living with her now? God! She got even fatter than she was the
night of the wedding!

Nancy sauntered in, obviously very nervous. She walked up to Laura and
stood there, staring.

I guess she wonders what he sees in me. I look like hell. If I knew my
rival was coming, I'd have tried to comb my hair. I'd probably scream if I
even touched my head.

The girl was still staring. "Sit down," said Laura. She wasn't going to
indulge in any more niceties than that. This repulsive creature was
probably here to abuse her.

The blonde sat down awkwardly, her heavy thighs uncovered by her
miniskirt. Her fat seemed go to go into rolls at the waist as she sat.
Laura tried to concentrate on Nancy's fat. Maybe then she wouldn't hear
what the girl said.

"I've come because of Bert's mother," began the girl.

Laura groaned inwardly.

Another round of abuse, by messenger.

"I've had enough," Laura answered. "I'm not going to listen to any
more!"

The girl went on, ignoring that. "Bert and I are practically engaged,
and here you come to try to break it up!" The girl had a peevish voice.
Laura watched the rolls of fat in what should have been her waist. They
bounced when she talked.

I need a drink.

"Bert's free to see whoever he wants to," said Laura, her head hurting.

"Old women?" the girl sneered.

The fat bounced. It was intriguing to watch. Laura tried to will herself
away from this intruder. She wasn't well enough to get up and push her out.

"What business is it of yours? He doesn't want you any more."

"What business?" the girl screeched. "We're living together! We're
practically married!'

Living together! The bastard!

"So Elaine sent you to do her dirty work?"

"I came on my own, and I insist that you stop seeing Bert! You're
ruining his life! His whole future!"

Elaine must be pretty desperate about me if she'll settle for this pig
as a daughter-in-law. Why does Bert keep her? He can get a beautiful girl.
She must suck his cock for him.

Laura sighed.

Elaine's right. I wouldn't want an eighteen-year-old son of mine
sleeping with a thirty-six-year-old woman.

The girl was still ranting. " and Bert's parents are seeing a lawyer
about taking action against you. And if you don't stop seeing him, I'll go
to your school board and file moral charges against you. They won't want a
teacher who corrupts young people!"

Me corrupt Bert? He was born corrupt!

The girl was still shouting. 'And we'll see to it that this whole
scandal is smeared all over the newspapers!"

I'll bet! Elaine would die if it happened!

"I'm giving you one day to break it off! One day! He's mine! He has a
right to a wife and a family!" The weeping blonde stood up and straightened
out her fat rolls.

"Are you done?" asked Laura wearily.

"You've had your warning! I have his whole family behind me!" The girl
ran out and left the door open.

Good. The place needs airing out. I need a drink!

Laura started another bottle and drank about four full shots. She
groaned and lay back on the couch.

It's all wrong. It's not just what people say. He needs to straighten
out, not get more depraved. I'm just another scandal he doesn't need. He's 
had enough of those.

She wept with shame.

Contributing to the delinquency of a young boy! And after living a
decent life for so many years! But I love him so!

She wept herself to sleep.

Bert woke her. He sniffed at her in disgust. "You're still dirty and
drunk," he scolded. "What a pig sty! The door wide open and everything! Now
get up and brush your teeth and take a shower!"

She obeyed him listlessly, moving slowly toward the bathroom.

What was the use? I'm not going to see him again.

Somewhere in the dream world between waking and sleeping, Laura had made
her decision. She was going to break up with him.

Laura washed up and returned very slowly to him, determined to get it
over with quickly.

I need a drink.

But she was still ashamed to go and get it.

I'll have it when he leaves.

She shed a tear at the thought of Bert leaving for good.

He had unzipped his pants and his beautiful prick was out, swollen and
waiting for her. Laura sighed.

What harm is there in pleasing him one last time? And myself?

She slowly bent her aching head and then dived for his prick, eager and
hungry for her last happiness.

Laura licked and lapped and sucked. It was so hard and swollen that the
cock looked like it had really waited for her.

He hasn't gone to another girl.

Laura sucked hard, enjoying every familiar bump of the prick, even
though her head ached and throbbed. She tried to fasten each sensual image
of smell and taste in her memory, to last forever. Tears ran down her
cheeks as she sucked.

She felt the old wonderful ache and tension as her body was racked with
spasms of lust and relief. She came in floods, cramping and letting go 
then cramping and aching and pouring out cum again.

My last time with Bert, and it's beautiful!

Her eyes were flooding, too.

Laura's nose was running, and she was gasping for breath when Bert
grabbed her arms hard and made a sudden jerking movement. Then the cum
swept in hot waves into her mouth, filling it with salty, delicious juice.

Laura swallowed every last drop of his jism, saying a silent good-bye to
Bert's masculine beauty. She wept.

"What the hell are you bawling about? Didn't you come?"

"I came."

"Come on. Let's go out and have some fun!"

"No, Bert. I've made a decision. I'm not going to see you again." Laura
said it quietly, but her determination was very obvious.

"Aw, come on. I don't listen to my parents. I never did. Come on. What 
the hell do we care what they say?"

"No. It's over. I've made up my mind. You need a normal life with a girl
your own age. Some day you'll be getting married and having children. And
you have to get a job."

"Not me!" Bert's life ideal was not a decent wife and a family.

"Someday you'll have to go to work and stay out of trouble."

"I've got dear old dad to bail me out."

"Not forever. I'm sorry for ruining you even more. I'm sorry, really,"
sobbed Laura.

"You didn't ruin me, honey. You made me happy. I want you."

"It's done. Good-bye, Bert." Laura forced herself to stand up. Her head
still hurt.

"You really mean it, don't you?" he sulked.

"Yes, and I'm going to be very unhappy for a long time. I have no one
else to take your place."

Laura had a guilty fleeting thought about Lance, but she didn't say
anything more.

"Did someone threaten you?"

"Yes. Of course. But that isn't it. I could find some other kind of
work. I know it's wrong, and I've known it for too long."

Bert stood up. "I'll call you tomorrow. You'll change your mind. You
need me," he announced proudly.

"Don't call," Laura said dully. "It won't change things. I'm ashamed of
what I've done."

He gave her a quick kiss and left. She shuddered at how much it thrilled
her.

How am I going to get over this? How?

Laura wept and wept, and she drank for a long while, but nothing dulled
the lonely ache she had for Bert. She'd never forget the boy. He was
selfish and babyish, but she desired him. She needed to suck on his prick
already.

As Laura drank, Lance licked at her arm, nudging her for attention.

I suppose you have to go out, darling.

She raised her head slowly, propping it up with her hand. Then she put
on a raincoat over her robe, moving very slowly so as not to jar her head,
which was very bad again.

After Laura walked Lance, nothing seemed worth doing. Even being with
Lance had lost its appeal.

She fed the dog, cleaned up his mess, and went back to the couch to
mourn Bert.

What a lousy life. I want only the wrong things.

When Laura next looked at the clock she realized it was morning.

I'll never make it to work.

She picked up the phone and dialed. Luckily, the school secretary
answered.

"This is Laura Bellini, Hazel. How are you?"

"Fair. You know how Monday mornings are here."

"Yes. I'm not feeling well myself. Will you please give Mr. Anderson a
message for me?"

"Don't you want to talk to him?"

"No. Please. I'm not up to it! Tell him I'll be in tomorrow for sure.
I'm not calling again later. He can count on me for Tuesday. This headache
will be gone by then."

"Okay."

"Thanks. Good-bye." That was Laura's effort for the day. She felt weary
and listless from depression.

The dog was licking at Laura's arm. "You're all I have left now, dear."
She rubbed his head, deciding what she wanted to do. She felt nothing but
emptiness inside.

Lance licked at her arm again, insistently. "Poor doll. I've been really
ignoring you lately."

She sighed and took off her robe and got down on the rug with him. She
moved aside some of the litter of her cast-off clothing. The dog began to
lick her tit. It felt good, but not like before. Laura had him lick her
cunt and she liked it, but no wild ecstasy happened. The rough tongue felt
better as it rubbed. She squirmed and sighed, but she mourned for Bert.

Lance was trying to mount her.

He wants to fuck me. He probably needs it, because it's been about a
week since we've screwed.

Laura didn't want to be fucked any more. Her tastes had changed, and she
wanted to suck a prick. "No, darling. Not that way." She gently moved the
dog down on the rug and turned him over, his cock and balls exposed. He
quivered and panted with lust, a giant hard-on standing up in the air.

Laura petted his prick, reminiscing how it used to excite her. She still
loved the dog, but now she needed more. She put her head down on the dog's
dick and tried to recapture the bliss she used to have.

She licked and sucked his rod, enjoying the doggy odor and taste. It was
still good. The feel of his cock in her mouth was wonderful, and she
enjoyed the blow job, sucking hard. But, nothing happened to her. Nothing!

The dog growled and groaned, and a strong scent of sperm filled the air.
Lance came saltily in her mouth, his prick gushing hard and then oozing
continuously for a long time. She swallowed it down, and kept licking the
prick as it erupted come. Suddenly the dog left.

Nothing. Is that all that's left for me in my life?

Her cunt ached for Bert, and she squeezed her legs together and tried to
pretend that her cunt was full of Bert's jizz. But there was no relief.
Dripping with the dog's goo, she lay there drinking, trying to console
herself that she was just tired and blue over Bert.

I'll get excited the next time that Lance fucks me. Or am I fucking him?
It'll be the way it was.

But she didn't believe it.

Chapter 8

Dog Days The drinking didn't make Laura feel good, but it did help her
not to feel anything. She was in a stupor half of the time. The apartment
was hot, and the floating feelings made it very hard to concentrate on
anything  even troubles.

But Laura thought about Bet part of the time; so one hot day, about two
months after the horrible encounter in the store, she got up her nerve and
phoned Bet.

"It's me. Laura." Laura was breathless with anxiety. "Please make up
with me, Bet. I'm so sick and unhappy. I need you." She started to sob.

Bet answered, "I heard that you broke up with the boy."

"Yes. I was ashamed of myself. Please forgive me. Everybody makes
mistakes."

"I've been wanting to see you, Laura."

"When can you come over? I miss you."

"You sound awful. I can come now."

"Great." Laura sobbed as she hung up. Bet was friend, mother and critic,
all rolled into one person.

Laura tried to rouse herself to straighten up the permanent mess she
lived in. It was no use. She didn't have the energy, and it was too hot.

As usual, Laura daydreamed about Bert while she dressed. It had been
about a month since he'd given up and stopped calling. To her surprise, the
boy must have had some feeling for her, as he had called regularly for
weeks after she broke up with him. He stormed, he argued, he wept. She
resisted him stonily, only to fall apart each time when she hung up.

Laura's attendance at work had been poor lately, even worse than before.
She was worried because she hadn't received a contract for the next year.
Most of the other teachers had received contracts and signed them weeks
ago. Laura was too afraid to go in and ask Mr. Anderson about it. She
dreaded hearing the truth.

In her daydreams she made passionate love to Bert. She idealized him and
dreamed away all of his faults.

She remembered the open fly and the beautiful swollen prick there for
her to love. The day he had brought her the lunch tray was now blended in
her trance with their last lovemaking session, and she could recall at will
each wondrous sensation as she licked and sucked her beloved's wonderful,
large prick. The little bumps on it were still felt by her lonely tongue.
She could still taste the warm, salty jism as it filled her waiting mouth.
Laura shivered and wept. She had memorized this dream so well that she
could recall any detail of it, even out of order. It usually incapacitated
her for hours.

Bert's face was not as clear in her memory as it had been a few weeks
before. It was beginning to fade away a bit. But she lived constantly with 
the vivid imagine of the boy's cock. She wanted it and fantasized about it.

The doorbell rang, and, as usual, Laura wasn't ready. She ran for a
drink as soon as she pressed the buzzer.

I need it!

Bet must have run up the stairs, because she burst into the room while
Laura was still drinking. Laura tried to hide the glass, and she ran to hug
her sister. They wept in each other's arms, and Laura felt happy for the
first time in months.

"Jesus! Laura! You look like hell! I'm taking you to my doctor. Let's go
for lunch and then have him check you over. You look like walking death!"

Bet noticed the drink on a table near Laura, but she thought nothing of
it. She was completely unaware of her sister's dependence on alcohol, as
Laura had always been a very indifferent drinker, seldom drinking at all
except at dinners and parties.

Laura would have laid down and died to please Bet at that moment.

"I don't need a doctor, Bet. I'm O.K. But if you want me to, I will.
Will I get to see Jim soon? Will he forgive me?"

"Sure. He thought I was silly being angry so long over this. But I guess
I took it hard because it made Elaine so ill."

"Is she all right now?" asked Laura guiltily.

"Who knows? She may be starting to go through the change. She's older
than I am. Anyway, she's a bundle of nerves."

Laura was dying to ask how Bert was and what he was doing.

Is he with Nancy? I'd better stay off the subject, or I'll spoil things.

"Where do you want to go for lunch?" asked Bet.

"Anywhere you say."

They went to lunch and ordered cocktails. It was good that Bet didn't
know about her drinking. This way, Laura could have two Manhattans and
still not cause any sisterly disapproval. The lunch was a success, even
though Laura wasn't used to eating any more. She was lucky enough to get up
energy to feed Lance.

Poor neglected baby.

Laura felt guilty over losing her desire for him. She needed another
drink, but was ashamed to order it.

"How come you're not at work today? Goofing off?" asked Bet casually.

Laura quickly decided not to tell Bet about her job troubles.

She thinks I'm bad enough.

"No, I wasn't feeling very well today."

"I noticed that your place is a mess. I'll come back with you and help
clean up a bit."

Big sister is in action again.

Laura glowed happily over Bet's concern. "No. I don't want to spoil our
day with housecleaning. I'll do it, I promise."

Bet stared at Laura, trying to unravel the mystery of why she looked so
ill. The break-up of a love affair shouldn't change someone's appearance
that drastically.

"How much weight have you lost?" Bet probed.

"I don't know. I haven't weighed myself."

Bet excused herself to make a phone call. While she was gone, Laura ran
to the bar and swallowed down a quick shot of bourbon. Then Bet returned.

"My hair's sort of a mess," Laura apologized.

"Yes, it is. You've really let yourself go. You've got to snap out of
it, honey."

"I will. I'll make an appointment to have it done."

"Speaking of appointments, my doctor is squeezing you in this afternoon.
So, let's go now."

On the way they chattered gaily, avoiding all controversial subjects.
Laura needed a drink, but she said nothing about it.

"I'll have to get a little purse flask for emergencies.

The doctor prescribed multiple vitamins, iron and a balanced diet. He
smelled liquor on Laura's breath, but he had no knowledge of her drinking
problem. However, her run-down condition made him suspicious.

"Are you drinking steadily, dear? I won't tell anyone," he said gently.

"Yes."

He wrote out a phone number and gave it to her. "If you can't handle it,
call this number. These people have a great group there that can help you."

Laura's face flamed with shame. "It's just some temporary drinking
because I've been nervous and unhappy over a personal problem. I'm all
right. She clutched her prescriptions and left quickly.

Am I really an alcoholic? A sex moron and an alcoholic.

Laura joined Bet. "Thanks for taking such good care of me, Bet." They
stopped off for the prescription on the way home.

"Would you like to borrow my cleaning lady tomorrow?" asked Bet.

"No. No. I'll manage fine." She was eager now for Bet to leave, so that
she could have a drink.

Bet kissed her and left. Laura sighed with relief and drank two stiff
shots. She lay down on the couch, exhausted from the strain of the reunion.

I'll have to take all of my vitamins and iron. I'll do it later.

The dream of Bert returned to Laura, and she indulged in it. It always
stimulated her enough so that she could fuck with Lance. Sometimes she
sucked on Lance's prick and tried to pretend that it was Bert's. It never
really worked, but he was all she had.

Her cunt ached with frustration. Laura called the giant dog to her and
waited for him to come and lick her arm. He came eagerly, enjoying the
attention. Laura decided to lie on the rug, so she could move more freely.

She stripped off her clothing, and while the dog began to excitedly lick
her tits, she looked down at her thin body.

I'm just a bunch of bones now. Thank goodness, my breasts are still big.
Oh, what's the difference? Lance doesn't care.

The animal lapped at her nipples.

She waited wearily for the familiar thrill as he sucked and chewed. It
seemed to take longer and longer each time. Laura shut her eyes and tried 
to think about Bert's cock and how it felt when Bert sucked on her boobs.
The dog's panting noises distracted her.

His musky odor still excited Laura, and she loved the animal dearly. But
things just weren't the same when they fucked now.

What a pity.

The stimulation of the sucking at her tit was beginning to work. Her
nipple tingled and she ached even more in her cunt.

I want Bert.

She wept as she kneeled and opened her legs wide.

She bent her head down and lifted her butt in the air. The dog moved to
her cunt quickly, and he was panting breathlessly in his lust. Lance tried
to mount her, but she moved his paws down and guided his head to her hole.
She felt his tongue there.

"Lick me, darling. Lick me there."

He licked, lapping up her cunt juice hungrily. Lance made little
growling noises. Then, when he tried to mount her again, Laura pushed him
away and moved him down on his back so that she could get at his cock and
balls.

The red swollen prick was ready. It stood up proudly from the hair.
Laura was beginning to feel a little aroused. She shut her eyes, thought
about Bert's cock, and began to lick and suck the large prick.

The excited dog began to fuck her mouth.

He's ready. Oh God! This is good! Oh! Oh!

Laura cramped and convulsed with a small orgasm. She wept with relief,
grateful that she had made it. It didn't always happen. Sometimes there was
nothing. A strong odor filled her nostrils.

Oh, my God! He's coming!

The dog stiffened and let go, his warm jizz erupting in her waiting
mouth. She drank it down greedily and licked for more. "Mmmmmmm. Oh, it
tastes so good!"

While she licked, the diminishing cock was pulled from her mouth, and
the grunting dog ran off to rest.

Laura sighed and put two fingers up her snatch, groping and rubbing,
trying to come again. The sticky hole was full of warm goo, and although
she rubbed her legs together and thought of Bert, she couldn't make it
again. Her cunt still ached, and she thrashed from side to side, pushing
the unsuccessful fingers higher and higher up her hole, with no results.

Aching and disappointed, Laura lay on the rug, trying to relax with a
drink. The telephone rang.

"This is John Anderson, Miss Bellini." That disapproving voice
identified him. She didn't need his name.

"Oh, hello, Mr. Anderson." She waited for the trouble.

"I'm afraid that I'll have to get a permanent substitute to finish out
this month for you, Miss Bellini. There's no use in going on like this."

"Oh, please, Mr. Anderson. Give me one more chance. My doctor was very
encouraging today. I just came from his office."

He didn't believe her. "Well, I'm glad to hear that. But we really are
not being fair to your pupils, my dear."

"Please. Give me another chance," she wept. It was really happening to
her. Laura didn't dare ask him about the contract for next year that she
hadn't received.

"Okay, if you'll be here tomorrow for sure."

"I promise. And every day after that, if I have to crawl there."

"Okay," he sighed and hung up.

Laura panicked. A drink in her hand, she phoned the hairdresser and got
an immediate appointment.

Her hair done and looking a bit better, Laura stopped in for a hamburger
on her way home.

I have to straighten out. I'm going to be fired!

As Laura set her alarm for a very early time, she resolved to clean up
her classroom, put work on the board and get back on the ball.

She had only one drink before she went to bed. Then she tossed and
turned for hours, and her pussy dripped and yearned for Bert.

Chapter 9

Little Boys It was good to be back in the classroom again, and to have
her mind on her work. Laura was almost proud of herself as the children
filed in and greeted her. The room had been a shambles when she had walked
in earlier. Now it was fresh and neat, and an interesting lesson was ready
for the children on the board. She tried to forget the fact that the room's
neglect was her own fault.

As the children took their seats, Laura had an acute sense of loss at
seeing them.

Is this what I've given up? A lifetime career gone.

She knew she wouldn't be hired again for next year, no matter how good
her attendance would be until the end of the school year. She would have
gladly given up the job permanently to get Bert back. Laura signed.

I can't have him. Forget him.

She was terrified of weakening and calling him to come back. Her mind
went back to her job.

Well, maybe I'll get hired somewhere else for next year, if I can just
stop this stupid drinking.

Laura and the class had a good morning up till recess time, and she kept
her mind off Bert until then. When the children were outside and she was
alone, her sense of loss came back to her, and she sat at her desk,
desolate again. She needed a drink. Laura tried to shake it off, and she
began to fill in some work in her badly neglected plan book.

A child wandered in from the playground. It was Bobby Ransen, a smart
eleven-year-old from her class. He had a small cut on his finger, and he 
was trying not to cry.

"The nurse isn't in her office. What'll I do?" He shoved the dirty
finger near her face.

Laura could barely see the cut because of all the grime. "Come on. I'll
fix it," she said, smiling at him. They walked to the nurse's office.

After Laura washed his hands and put an antiseptic on the cut, she
placed a Band-Aid on his hurt finger.

The boy stood very close to her, and Laura felt a tingling sensation in
her tits and her cunt as she held his hand and put on the Band-Aid. She was
startled by the intensity of her excitement, and she hated to let his hand
go.

It was a frightening feeling to suddenly lust for a little child, and
Laura was so upset that she almost forgot he was there. Horrible thoughts
came to her mind.

I'm a sex pervert! I've read about them! No! I don't believe it! It
couldn't have happened!

The boy was snooping in the nurse's cabinets, waiting for her. She
jumped as she returned to reality.

"Recess is over. We'd better get back to the room."

They walked quickly back to the classroom, where a rowdy roomful of
children were enjoying her absence.

I can sure tell that a sub's been here. The discipline's really gone to
hell, even worse than last week. They would never have been this wild
before I started missing school.

Laura was disgusted with the results of her absences, and frightened at
her experience with Bobby in the nurse's office.

I hope he didn't notice that I acted any different. That's all I
need-more trouble. I don't believe it! I must have imagined it. I'm going
to have to find out for sure. That's the only way I can stop worrying about
it.

Laura sternly called the class to order, but she was so shaken up that
she couldn't remember what she had planned for the rest of the morning.
With relief, she read in her plan book that they were going to watch a
science program on television.

Good. I can't concentrate on teaching right now. I can't believe that I
really felt that way. I'll have to prove it to myself, or I won't sleep a
wink tonight.

"Bobby, would you please come up here for a moment?"

He sauntered up to her desk. "How does your finger feel?" she asked. She
didn't know how to arrange this.

"Okay."

Smart boy, but no manners.

He wasn't close enough to her to make the test.

"Uh Bobby, will you please stay after school for about five minutes? I
want to check your social studies report."

"Okay. But I can't stay real long 'cause I got baseball practice."

"Oh. It won't be for long. Don't forget now."

"Okay." He was gone. She couldn't help watching him as he walked. His
lithe young body was tall and graceful. His long hair was clean and curly.

A beautiful boy.

Stop that! What's the matter with you?

She shivered with fear.

Am I a sex pervert? No. It can't be. I was mistaken. I'll find out at
three o'clock.

Laura had a sudden headache, and she needed a drink.

If I'm mistaken, why does my cunt still ache?

She trembled with fear.

Laura moved her class into the television room, and she turned the set
on, tuned it in and shut the drapes. She sat down to take notes on the
program, so that she and the class could have a discussion when the show
was over.

Bobby sat two rows in front of her, slightly to one side. She saw his
face and shoulders at a slight angle. Laura couldn't stop looking at him.
She noticed the clear, fresh skin and the beautiful, even white teeth as he
giggled with a neighbor. His hair was a dark blond.

I'll bet it was platinum when he was a baby.

The program was a fine one, but Laura couldn't keep her mind on insects.
She and Bobby were both missing the show. Laura's mind was on Bobby, and
his mind was on gossiping with his friend. She forced herself to take a few
notes on grasshoppers, but her breath was coming very fast. She felt
restless and excited, and her eyes kept returning to feast on young Bobby.

When the program was finally over, Laura turned off the set, opened the
drapes and herded her noisy group back to their classroom. There wasn't
much time for a long discussion, so Laura called on various children to
tell what they thought were the most interesting things they had seen.
Laura was so experienced that she knew how to hide her inattention during
the program. She let the pupils tell her what she missed. She asked one or
two questions about grasshoppers, avoiding Bobby.

Why not call on him? I would have made a point of it before! Why am I
coddling him? A week ago I would have read him the riot act for gabbing
during a lesson. What's the matter with me?

Laura was grateful when the morning was over. She had brought her lunch,
intending to eat it in the teachers' lounge with the other teachers.

I need a drink. I can eat while I drive. I'm not even hungry. If I don't
dawdle, I can get home and back in time.

Laura really lived too far away from the school to go home at lunch
time. She knew she was acting like a fool, but she was very upset about her
new feelings. She didn't think she could make it through the day till three
o'clock without a drink.

I have to hurry.

She ran through the hall, eager to get to her car and drive home to her
bar. An hour wasn't quite enough to make the trip without rushing.

Mr. Lawson was calling to her.

That's a riot! All last year I drooled over him and he ignored me. Why
the sudden interest?

"Oh, Laura. Wait a second. I've wanted to ask you something for a week,
but you're either too busy or you're absent."

"Hi," she answered, her mind on getting home.

"How are you feeling? I've heard that you were ill."

"I'm better now, thanks."

A few months ago I could have dropped dead and he would have walked
around my body and ignored it. Why is he so interested in me now? I must
have developed sex appeal. Maybe sex perverts give out rays.

Laura wasn't a bit angry with him, just uninterested.

He wasn't discouraged by the fact that she kept walking toward the
parking lot. He walked right along beside her.

"I'm sort of in a hurry," she explained politely.

"I won't keep you. How about dinner Saturday night?"

She stopped dead. A year ago she would have died for that. "Uh I think
I'm busy. Can I let you know?" She didn't know what to do.

He appeared to be crestfallen. It didn't look as if Mr. Lawson had ever
been refused before. He revived suddenly, because he probably didn't
believe it. "Sure. I'll stop in your room at three o'clock."

"No! Please don't! I have an important conference then. I'll leave a
note in your mailbox."

He looked in a state of shock, as he wasn't accustomed to anything but
female adoration. Mr. Lawson was the spoiled darling of the whole school.
Even the young student teachers chased after him.

What's the matter with me? I know I'm not busy Saturday night. I haven't
had a date in months.

Laura's mind wasn't on him. She needed a drink.

"Okay. Can I stop in to see you tomorrow morning before class?" He gave
her his most chasing personality smile. It looked like he must have
practiced it in front of a mirror.

"Of course," Laura answered, noticing how handsome he was.

If I make it. No. I'm going to make it. I have to!

Mr. Lawson left her, and she ran for her car.

Now I'm going to be late.

All the way home she brooded about whether she wanted to go out with him
Saturday night. She knew that she needed a social life. He was a handsome
bachelor.

What more do I need?

Laura shuddered. She had a strange premonition that her needs were not
normal, and never would be.

Laura had three quick drinks, and she drove slowly back to school, not
wanting to be stopped by the police for drunken driving. She had decided to
go out with Mr. Lawson, even though he no longer attracted her.

It's time I acted like a human being.

She was treating this attractive bachelor as though he were medicine.

But what is my illness? What's wrong with me?

Laura finally arrived at school and got things ready for the afternoon
social studies film. She wasn't quite finished when the children came in,
so she gave them a short reading assignment in the text, and she fussed
with the machine, putting in the film.

A young boy was suddenly at her side. It was Billy Randstein, who was
always helpful. "Would you like me to help you with that, Miss Bellini? Mr.
Lawson showed some of us guys how to thread it."

"Thank you." She was relived not to do it in her present condition. She
kept watching Billy. He was a good-looking boy.

They all look good to me today, she worried.

His reddish-brown hair, white skin and pink cheeks reminded her of a
beautiful flower. Laura held her hand to keep it from touching him. She
realized in horror that this boy thrilled her, too. She shuddered and tried
to look away from him.

Three o'clock finally came. She had conducted a poor social studies
discussion after the film, and then she had wept all through the children's
recess and gym periods. Laura knew now that something was seriously wrong
with her. She didn't need to have Bobby stay at three o'clock to test it.
She knew.

In an effort to forget Bobby, Laura wrote a note to Mr. Lawson thanking
him for his invitation and refusing it. There just seemed to be no reason
now to go with him. She was very upset, and he didn't attract her at all.

He's too old. I want little boys. I want to suck on a little boy's cock.
I'm a sex moron. What would I want with a nice, handsome man?

The more Laura abused and scolded herself, the worse she felt. But she
couldn't seem to shame herself into canceling her three-o'clock date with
Bobby. She feared it, and she waited for it eagerly-not to test herself,
but to be close to him again!

It was finally time. The children were leaving and saying good-bye to
her. In spite of her inefficiency that day, they seemed glad to have her
back. Laura kept her eye on Bobby, intending to remind him if he forgot to
stay or tried to slip out. She couldn't stand to miss this meeting after
waiting for it all day.

They were finally alone together. Laura stalled, not really knowing why
she wanted him there. She had him bring up his social studies report to her
desk and sit near her. He wasn't very close, so she moved her chair nearer
to him. The boy's eyes were on the clock.

His mind's on his baseball practice. I have to hurry. Whatever I want to
find out, I'd better do it soon.

She realized that she was trying to fool herself.

Laura fell into a kind of trance. She knew what she was doing, it seemed
to her as though someone else was doing it and she was just observer.

She watched herself put her arm around the boy. He didn't seem to notice
it. She tried to distract him by talking about his social studies topic.

The thrill was there  strong and overpowering. She watched her hand
move to the boy's lap and rest on the front of his jeans. She leaned over
and kissed him on the cheek, her fingers still groping to feel his cock
through the heavy jeans.

Bobby smiled at the attention. He didn't seem to mind her kissing him.
If he noticed the hand on his prick, he didn't act like it. He watched her
closely, no longer looking at the report.

Laura saw her hand move on his cock. It felt a small bump through the
thick jeans, and it rubbed the bump. The small bump seemed to get a little
bit bigger as she rubbed, but not much. Laura looked into the boy's blue
eyes. They were glazed, and he seemed to smile, enjoying the rubbing.

I want it. I want to see his cock. I want to suck it!

Suddenly, the child jumped up  staring at her and starting to sob. His
face was very red, and as he looked at her, his eyes accused her and they
were frightened. He ran out, sobbing loudly with fear.

Laura was too stimulated to think of anything at that moment but her
desires.

I want to see his little prick! I need it!

Chapter 10

Guilt By the time that Laura got into her car to drive home, the lust
had waned and shame had taken its place. She worried all the way home about
what she had done.

It was like I was watching another person doing it!

She recalled the episode in horror.

How could I have done such a thing? I really have become a sex pervert.

Laura remembered all the details of the entire incident with Bobby, and
although the guilt remained, the reminiscences stimulated a fresh ache of
desire. Her cunt cramped with passion as she relived the sensations of
being near the child and touching his cock. Her groping fingers had finally
reached their destination, and she would never forget the feeling that
overcame her as the small, denim-covered bump began to rise and swell in
its hidden place.

Laura shivered as goose flesh rose on her whole body. She had to pull
over to a curb and park until she got hold of herself. She shook with lust,
wanting the child and sick with herself at the horror of her need.

I have to have a drink!

She gazed around her, frantic for an escape from the sordid fact. Laura
spotted a dingy-looking bar a half-block away.

Any other day I wouldn't go alone into a dump like this, she brooded as
she parked.

She wanted to run to get away from the world soon, but her knees were
weak.

Laura's cunt was dripping.

How could my own body betray me like that?

Her knees were shaking, and she felt cold sweat running down her
forehead.

I'm not only alone, but I deserve to be. I've turned into a dirty,
sordid, sick creature. Now I can't get another teaching job next year. I
wouldn't dare be near children.

What will Bobby tell his parents? Maybe the police are waiting for me at
home!

She began to run toward the drink, needing it so. Laura almost fell as
she staggered and finally reached the door of the bar. As she opened it,
the darkness inside welcomed her.

Animals like me should hide in the dark.

The sour beer smell sickened her, but she was in a trance of shame,
recalling her crime again. So, she stayed.

A sex crime! Well, Laura. You've gone a long way.

She ordered a double shot and swallowed it down, sitting at the bar.

Laura paid and staggered back to her car, determined to get home to her
bar, no matter who waited there for her. She concentrated on getting home
without an accident or a ticket.

In the midst of her shame and pain, her body craved release.

We never really do give up our pleasures willingly.

She dreamed of the next time she would see Bobby, needing it and
dreading it. She knew he'd never go near her again.

There were no police yet, but they could come at any time. Laura crawled
into bed with a bottle. Her only protection was the comfort she got from
unconsciousness. She drank, and the full bottle was almost emptied as she
lay there and dreamed of Bobby's cock.

Laura was obsessed with her desire to see his pecker and touch it.

What does it look like? It must be small. Small and red! What would it
taste like?

She drank steadily to push the sick thoughts away, yet she clutched at
them for the sexual pleasure they gave her.

The dog knew that something was wrong with his mistress. He licked at
her and gave small moans. Laura knew that he must have to go out, but she
couldn't rouse herself to do it.

She picked up a phone to call Bet.

I won't tell her what I did. Maybe he'll be afraid to tell. He liked it
at first.

She shivered over the thought of the little bump and how hard it got.

"Bet. It's me Laura."

"Hi. How's my little sister?"

"Not too well, Bet. Could you do me a big favor? Please come over and
take Lance out. I've been sick since I got home and he has to go. Will it
be too hard for you to get here?"

"No. I can come. Is forty-five minutes okay?"

"Great. Thanks, sis."

"How would you like some soup and chicken?"

Laura was nauseous at the thought of eating, but she didn't want to
argue with Bet, who took food very seriously. It was a wonder she wasn't
fat.

"That would be nice. Bring some. Thanks."

Laura hung up. It had taken great effort for her to make that call, but
Lance was important to her.

What would happen to him?

Laura shuddered at the thought of the authorities taking him away and
putting him to sleep. She made a foggy note to ask Bet to care for Lance if
anything happened to her.

She fought her nausea.

I must need a psychiatrist. I'm not crazy. Not yet. I'm ashamed to go to
one. And he'll think I'm dangerous and put me away. How could I tell anyone
what I've done and what I want to do? No!

She drank some more. Lance was licking her arm, trying to get at her
tit. She moved her arm and enjoying his licking. She slowly undressed,
petting and holding the dog so he wouldn't go away.

Laura glanced at the clock. She didn't have time for all the sweet
preliminaries that she loved.

Bet'll be here soon!

She turned Lance over on his back and looked at his cock. It was
standing up and hard.

He has to go. I hope he can wait.

She put her mouth on his warm, furry prick. The odor was so stimulating
to her. The firm cock began to get larger as she licked it.

It doesn't take long for him.

She sucked furiously, aching inside for release. As she sucked, the
salty taste increased, and she lapped away at the tip of the cock, savoring
the gamy flavor of the dog's juice.

"Um! Oh! Mmmmm!"

Her body erupted in an unexpectedly large orgasm, flooding her.

I must be still hot from Bobby.

The dog jerked suddenly, and warm, sticky jizz filled her mouth, setting
her off again.

The worse I get, the more sex I want!

The dog was a substitute for the little boys, and Laura, stimulated by
the child, experienced another wave of release. She lay there, gasping and
relieved.

I needed that!

She got up soon and washed and dressed, fearing to be caught that way by
Bet. She hid the liquor and sprayed her mouth to hide her breath. Laura was
worn out from her efforts when Bet arrived.

"Do you want me to call the doctor?

"No. I'll be okay soon. It's just that the dog can't wait."

"Come on, Lance." Bet put the leash on the tired dog and took him out.
When she returned, she fussed over Laura, who craved to be alone.

Bet felt Laura's head, which was cold and clammy from her fright.

What if the police arrive now?

"I'll heat up your supper before I go." Bet went into the kitchen. Laura
sneaked a drink and emptied the bottle while she was gone. Then she lay
down and felt the universe sway and vibrate.

She dreamed about what she had done to Bobby this afternoon. She was in
a drunken stupor, but she couldn't get rid of her cramping, driving lust.
She kept aching for the boy and dreaming of his little prick, wanting it 
craving it  dying for it! She wept in agony.

Bet bustled back into the room. "It's ready. Do you want it now, hon?"

"No, thanks. I'll eat later."

"I fed the dog. I'll be leaving now, but I'll call you later." Bet was
frowning in worry.

"Thanks. Don't worry so. I'll be fine as soon as I eat your chicken
soup."

They both laughed, and Bet left.

Laura sighed from the strain of pretending. She had had trouble getting
her words out straight.

Well, at least Lance is taken care of. Oh, I forgot to ask Bet about
taking him. Later. She'll really worry then.

Laura stripped off all of her clothes, and she groped for Lance's cock.
The weary dog grunted as she rubbed his prick, but he just lay there.

She put her face on his hairy body, sniffing his odor and moaning with
desire. Her tongue lapped the hair near his prick. It was stiff with cum,
so she licked it clean. The cock was getting a bit hard, so she began to
nibble on it. Laura bit it and sucked the tip, then she bit it some more,
gasping with pleasure.

In her dizziness she was sucking on little Bobby's prick. It was getting
bigger and bigger, and redder.

Laura turned over and guided the dog's tongue to her butt-cheeks. "Suck
me. Suck me in there."

Her wild hands grasped the dog's head and pushed him at her asshole. He
began to sniff. She was frantic with need. "Lick it. Lick it!" she
shrieked, pushing his head down.

Lance finally began to lick her asshole, and Laura quivered with
tension. "Oh, my God! I want it in there. Put it in." The dog kept licking.

She finally maneuvered his body so that his prick began to push at her
asshole. The dog was not only tired, but confused. The frantic woman was
yelling and pushing at him. He finally knew what he was to do, and his cock
began to bang up against her tight bung.

The panting animal pushed and growled and gasped as his large stiff
prick tried to get inside the tiny asshole. Laura wheezed and grunted in
frustration, and she finally grabbed the animal's cock and pushed it in a
little way. Somewhere in the distance she felt a sharp pain, but she held 
on to his cock and kept pushing it farther and farther up her ass.

"Oh! More! Deeper! Oh, my God!"

Lance was puffing and panting as his swollen prick gained entrance all
the way in her butt, and he made little growling sounds of ecstasy as his
cock moved in and out, in and out.

"Oh, you like it, too, lover! Oh, my God. It's good. Oh, God!" Laura's
moans turned into a loud whimper as the cock pushed deeper in her ass and
slid out  in and out. Slap, slap, fuck, fuck. The noises intensified her
lust.

Her mind drifted off to her obsession. "Oh, Bobby. Fuck me more. Deeper,
Bobby! Mmmmm!"

The dog was moaning and he stiffened. As Laura felt the hot jizz fill
her asshole, her whole body tensed and convulsed in a giant orgasm.

She screamed so loud that the dog got very frightened, and with a
whimper he pulled his prick out of her bung and trotted away.

Laura lay there dripping and gasping with ecstasy. "Oh, Bobby. Thank
you. I needed that."

She lay there, enjoying the recurring small releases of her own come,
and reality returned for an instant.

Lance. It was Lance. Oh, darling, if you could just be everything to me
again, she moaned over the dog. I've got to get over these feelings about
children I have to fight them!

She crawled over to the bar, dripping goo all over the rug, and she
opened another bottle and drank some more.

Laura lay nude on the rug, sleeping in exhaustion. She lay face down,
her head cradled in her arm.

She awakened to Lance, licking her cunt and her asshole. In a desperate
try to revive her passion for the dog, Laura slowly guided his swollen
prick into her wet asshole, thrilling from the delicious pain of it. He
fucked her ass hard, hurting and exciting her.

Laura now knew it wasn't Bobby that she was fucking, so even though the
dog cornholed her hard, rubbing and stimulating her, she was relieved but
not satisfied. She had a few small orgasms and she enjoyed the buggering by
the panting dog, but she missed what they had in the past. It wasn't the
same thrill.

Laura felt drained and empty, but that wasn't enough. Her cunt and her
mouth and her soul craved a little boy.

Chapter 11

Teach Me Laura dragged herself to school that morning, weary and hung
over. The only way she could force herself to face the day was to have two
stiff drinks before she left home. She was dizzy and she had heartburn.

Laura hadn't marked her papers last night or planned today's lessons. 
This was so unlike her; she, who had been such a perfectionist about her
job before. She put her head down on her plan book and glanced at the empty
sheet for the day. She shut her eyes and groaned. Then, with a great
effort, she began to write. 9:00-9:45 Reading. Pp. 238-42. Discuss story.
9:45-10:30 Math. quiz 10:30-10:45 Recess 10:45-11:30 Social Studies. Oral
reports. 11:30-12:00 Free study period.

She groaned and burped.

I can't write another word. I'll finish at 11:30. Oh, I feel rotten.

Ugh! I forgot. I have to write the math quiz on the board.

She sneezed and began to feel even sicker, as if she were coming down
with a cold. Laura had been chilled as she walked Lance early that morning.

I hate that walk when it's early and cold. I'm going to hire someone to
do it for me.

Sighing, she brought her math book up to the chalkboard and began to
copy problems. Laura was just ready for the back board when she noticed a
child had come into the room and was watching her.

"Do you need the back board, too, Miss Bellini?" he asked eagerly. "I'll
be glad to wash it for you." He moved toward the sponge at the sink.

"Yes, Billy," she said gratefully, sitting down to watch the boy work.
"Thank you."

Laura was too hung over to do anything more than gaze at the youngster.
He had been a pleasure to her since the school year had begun. Billy was
always ready to run an errand, wash a board or help with anything else.
Laura's eyes delighted her as she stared at the boy. His skin was white and
pink, as fresh as that of a camellia. A few reddish-brown freckles graced
the bridge of his small turned-up button of a nose. His eyes were too blue
to be real, and they were framed with long, reddish-brown lashes. His thin
body moved energetically as he scrubbed the board, his long arms moving
quickly and well. Billy's reddish-brown hair was freshly combed except for
an attractive cockscomb. Laura had to hold herself back to keep from
smoothing it down.

She tried to guess whether he was eleven or twelve.

I'll have to look it up. What a beautiful boy. I have a terrible desire
to kiss him. It must be frustrated motherhood, she thought
self-indulgently. Well, I'm entitled to a few side benefits from this
thankless job.

She walked over behind Billy, intending to put her arms around him and
hug him as a thank you.

Then she suddenly remembered what had happened when she attempted to pet
Bobby the previous day, and how he had gotten upset and had run away.

I wonder if Bobby told his mother what I did.

As she stood quietly behind Billy, holding back her desires, he jumped,
obviously startled at her closeness. She patted his arm and cooed, "Thank
you for being so helpful, dear. As soon as you're done, I'd like you to
come and sit next to me and talk to me."

Laura knew that she didn't really want to just talk to Billy. She had no
intention of allowing herself to do what she wanted to do, though. But she
had to be near him for a while just to look at his beautiful fresh face.

The boy finished the board, washed out the sponge and then came over to
sit next to Laura on a low chair.

Laura put her arm out to put it around him, and then, remembering Bobby,
she withdrew it. She yearned to caress his bony back. She searched her mind
for a way to keep him close, to see him again  to touch him. She longed to
put her fingers on his flower face and on his lean little body. Her
imagination undressed the child, and her mind's eye saw him there, white
and nude.

She started to talk, her voice hoarse from lust. Anything to keep him
there.

I can almost see his cute prick. Could I get it hard? Oh, how I'd love
to suck on it. It's so sweet and tiny hanging there. I'm dying to have it
in my mouth. I can almost taste its sweetness. Ohhh!

Mmmm.

While she ached and dreamed of possessing the child's cock, Laura heard
herself talking, as though she were far off, set apart from her yearning
body.

"How would you like a job, Billy?" she asked, inspired and excited at
the possibilities of seducing the little boy.

"A job? What kind?" he asked, seeming to be very interested.

"It would be helping me to take care of my dog, Lance. He's a young
German Shepherd. You would walk him three times a day; morning, after
school and evening. And you'd give him an occasional bath. How does it
sound?"

"Yeah!" The boy's eyes lighted up so much that their blue sparkled.
"That would be great! My mom won't let me have a dog 'cause we live in an
apartment. This way I could play with Lance, too, couldn't I?"

And with me, too, Laura lusted silently.

"Of course," she said to the boy, her eyes dancing with anticipation.
"I'll phone your mother and make arrangements with her about paying you,
and your hours. I'm so glad that you're going to work for me, dear. I'm
sure that you'll do a fine job, and-and I know we're going to become good
friends."

Laura couldn't keep herself from patting the boy's knee. Then, as the
nine-o'clock bell rang, she reluctantly got up to welcome the rest of the
class.

She could barely keep her mind on the reading lesson, and she found
herself staring at the child, thinking about his little white body, and
wondering what his tiny prick felt like. She dreamed and wondered what it
tasted like, and she felt goose flesh rise as she craved to kiss and suck
on the youngster's little cock.

With an effort Laura snapped out of it, and she started the class off on
the math quiz. Then she remembered the end of the quiz that she had
forgotten to write on the back board. Walking to it, she gave Billy a 
thank-you smile for washing it. He smiled back happily, probably excited
about his new job. Laura wrote the rest of the quiz, making many errors and
having to erase and redo at least five long problems.

At last she was done, and she could sit down and look at Billy again as
he worked.

What's the matter with me? I've already fucked a big dog and an
eighteen-year-old boy. Now I want a small child. I must be a sex moron. Oh,
Jesus! I need a drink.

She couldn't really concentrate on being guilty. All she could feel at
the moment was joy at the prospects ahead.

During the free-study period, Laura called Billy up to her desk. She
handed him a slip of paper with her address on it. "Do you know how to find
it?" she asked.

"Oh, sure. My boyfriend lives on your block. Are you going to call my
mom today?"

"Yes, of course. I'll take care of it. You come right after school, and
I'll teach you everything you need to know."

Laura's eyes glinted wildly at that idea, as she fought down the
temptation of all the beautiful things she planned to teach the child.

No. I won't let myself in for that kind of madness. I need help with
Lance, and I like Billy. That's all it will be. He'll do a fine job. Also,
I'll get to see him often  the little doll. That's all it will be.

She didn't believe herself. Her yearning mouth and cunt knew better.

As though from a distance, Laura heard herself laugh at her own
pretensions. She had a mad desire to touch the boy. She could hardly wait
till school was over.

She sighed and began to write the afternoon's lessons in her plan book.
Just a trace of her headache remained. Only her cunt ached now, but she was
filled with energy at the prospect of seeing Billy alone after school.

She watched Billy work. His pencil was in his rosy mouth, and his
petal-like brow was wrinkled in thought.

I hope he did well on the quiz.

She glanced at his paper and began to mark it.

Bobby brought up some papers. He looked away and blushed.

I wonder who he's told.

It was finally three o'clock, and the endless day had finally ended.

Oh, I need a drink.

She wasn't sure what she craved most  a drink or Billy's cock in her
mouth Laura flew home, stopping off on the way to buy ice cream and
cookies. She must tempt her new love in any way she could.

She quickly called Billy's mother, and in her best teacher voice
proposed excellent terms and hours for her new employee. "Of course, Mrs.
Randstein, if the weather is too bad, of if Billy is ill, I'll take over
his duties for him."

The mother was pleased at Billy's opportunity to have a dog to play
with, and Laura assured her how gentle Lance was. The deal was made, and 
Laura hung up, shaking with excitement.

Laura bathed quickly and put on a robe. She still warred with herself as
to what she intended to do to the child. It helped to have a few drinks
before he arrived. Then she wouldn't have to make any plans at all.

As she sipped on her second drink, she made a firm resolution to wait at
least until the evening before she touched the boy.

I mustn't frightened him off. If I start too soon, it'll ruin it and
I'll lose him. I'm going to have to wait.

She remembered Bobby's red face as he ran away from her, sobbing with
fear. This firmed her resolution, and she finished another drink, grimly
determined to stay away from the child.

The doorbell rang, and she caught her breath. It was Billy! As he walked
in, she noticed that he was even more beautiful than she remembered him.
His face was flushed from the cold, or excitement. As she hung up his coat,
Laura suggested a snack while they discussed the job. "Then you can take
Lance out for the first time," she added.

The boy nodded happily and sat down before a mammoth dish of chocolate
ice cream and a bowl-full of cookies. As Laura spoke about Lance and his
habits, Billy wolfed down the ice cream and six cookies. She offered,
"Would you like some more, dear?"

"No, thanks." He looked around, obviously eager to see Lance, who was in
the spare room.

Laura held her hands together to keep from touching Billy, and she led
him into the other room. When she saw how thrilled Billy was at meeting and
petting the dog, she realized how wise her decision was to postpone
intimacies with the child.

He probably wouldn't even respond to me now. The dog would be my rival.

As Lance and Billy left for their walk, Laura sighed at what she was
missing. She stared at the boy's crotch, wishing that she might see it
accidentally unzipped. She dreamed of undressing the child, and of touching
his little cock.

Oh, God! What have I become? she asked herself in horror, running for a
drink.

When Billy returned, she thanked him and moved toward the door quickly,
before she weakened in her resolve.

"I'll see you tonight, after dinner, Billy."

She slammed the door quickly and shook with lust, regretting that she
had let him go, wondering how she would get through the hours until she
touched him.

Laura ate no dinner. Her stomach churned with anxiety, since all she
could imagine was the little boy turning on her in horror and running away.
As she drank steadily, the tears ran down her face, mourning what she
hadn't yet lost.
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The doorbell rang, and a very dizzy Laura stiffened with excitement. She
staggered to the door and ushered the child in. Laura was so drunk that
everything she did seemed unreal. Yet, she knew every move she made, as
though she were watching someone else doing it.

She hung up the child's jacket, and she saw him glance at the table,
obviously expecting another treat. When he saw an empty table, he looked
around the living room for Lance.

"Hello, Billy. I have some cake for you that I'll serve you in a little
while. But first, I'd like to talk to you. Sit down here, dear."

The boy bounced down on the soft couch near Laura. He smelled faintly
from mustard, and there was some at the corner of his mouth.

He must have had a hamburger for supper, the little dear.

She ached for him.

"How was your walk with Lance this afternoon, honey?" she asked, gently
putting her arm near his back, but not touching him very much.

The child spoke in an animated way. "Oh, it was great, Miss Bellini.
Just great!"

Laura's arm rested on his back, sending shivers up her spine. Billy
didn't appear to notice her arm.

"Where did you take him?" she went on, patting his arm gently.

"Well, we went to the post office and we stopped on the way back in the
empty lot on Hubbard Street."

The boy smiled, recollecting his walk with the big dog. Laura squeezed
his arm.

"Did you get to play with him on the way?" she asked, distracting the
child as her hand rested on his thigh near his crotch.

"Yeah!" he glowed, still not noticing her attentions.

Laura rubbed his thigh, and she felt funny sensations in her pussy. As
dizzy as she was, she noticed a wet feeling on her own inner thighs.

"Gee, Miss Bellini. It's sure fun to get to play with such a nice dog!"
His excitement over the dog inspired Laura to move her hand near his
crotch, almost to the little bulge she yearned for.

"Please call me Laura when we're away from school, honey. When we're
here, we're good friends."

"Okay," he answered, with a worried look. "Only, my mom wouldn't like
it. She wants me to say 'Miss' or 'Aunt'  you know." He added hastily,
"But I will." He didn't notice that her hand now rested gently on his
denim-covered cock.

"I want us to be good friends. I like you so much that I want to do
things for you that make you happy." Laura had been rubbing the small bump
for a little while. She thought that it began to feel a bit harder. "Does
this feel good, darling?"

"Ooh, yes," sighed the boy. "I like it so much. I don't want you to
stop." He smiled trustingly at the woman who was giving him so much
pleasure.

"I'm so grateful for your letting me pet you that I have to kiss you as 
a thank you," Laura dared. She quickly unzipped the fly of his jeans and
bent over. Laura moved her mouth to the little dangling pecker and gently
put it in her mouth.

The little boy almost swooned at this. "It's so warm. Mmmmm." He seemed
in a half-faint of bliss as Laura began to suck his pecker. The child's
little flower face was relaxed in a smile of pleasure as Laura's mouth
massaged his delicious little cock.

Mmm. So good, thought Laura, hardly sane from excitement and ecstasy.
Waves of lust racked her body as she sucked his dick and came. Cum ran down
her legs, dripping on the couch as she gasped with passion.

I must be careful not to bite his cock, her last shred of sanity told
her from far off. She sucked gently, noticing a slight stiffening of the
little prick.

After many minutes of gentle sucking while Billy moaned, the child's
cock became stiff. He was almost unconscious from pleasure, and Laura
sucked harder, feeling his tiny balls. Then she pulled off his jeans and
shorts and kissed his rosebud mouth, putting her tongue inside it and
fucking him with it. While she kissed him her hands rubbed on the prick
that was getting bigger and stiffer.

Billy's eyes were closed, and when Laura moved her trembling mouth down
to his cock again, he smiled and sighed. He began to squirm with tension
and his arms grasped hers in a tight grip. He began to groan and his whole
body stiffened.

The child came in small, steady spurts. The sweet, warm juice filled
Laura's mouth as she convulsed again and again with passion. Her nails dug
into his arms as she sucked and swallowed and camel His cum tasted so
exciting and good that she held some in her mouth, hating to swallow it and
lose it. She savored its unique taste, and she grabbed him tightly again as
her own orgasm flooded her cunt still another time, and juice ran down the
side of the couch.

Billy moaned softly and slept, his prick still in Laura's mouth, a small
smile on his beautiful face.

She stroked his head and kissed him while he napped. His pecker had
shrunk to a tiny button, and she licked it and kissed it good-bye. When he
awoke after a few minutes, Laura held the child in her arms and hugged him
tightly.

Then she fed him some cake and milk, stroking his prick while he ate.
She stared at him, breathing hard. She was still very dizzy.

The child didn't take his eyes off Laura. He still couldn't understand
his strange experience, but he had enjoyed it so thoroughly that he was
obviously eager to be seduced again.

Laura brought Lance ins and the three of them played together for a
while. Billy dressed and took Lance for a walk, and when he returned, she
was ready for him.

They locked the dog up, and Laura removed her robe, revealing her naked
body to the boy. He stared at her big tits in awe. Laura undressed him 
quickly and brought him to her wide bed.

"Are you going to kiss me there again, Laura?" he asked, eager to begin.

"Yes, darling. But first I'm going to teach you some other good things
that feel so wonderful!" She stroked his peter as she spoke gently, moving
his mouth to her large boob.

He hesitated for a moment, and then when she pressed his face against
her nipple, the boy began to suck. He licked and sucked, and then he began
to bite with excitement.

Laura had been rubbing his little limp prick all this time and she had
felt it gradually stiffening. As he nibbled and chewed on her nipples,
breathing very hard, she felt his cock swelling. It was now very stiff and
swollen, and Laura exulted at her success. She wanted to try fucking with
him, but she hated to have him stop sucking her tit  it felt so good.

"Now, darling," she whispered softly, gently pushing his mouth away from
her nipple. "I'm going to try something that's a lot of fun. Just lie
still, and I'm going to make your little wee-wee feel so good!"

He nodded dreamily with a small smile. Billy was in a trance-like state
of ecstasy as Laura eased herself on top of the child, supporting her
weight with her arms, so she wouldn't crush his frail body. She spread her
legs and she fitted his stiff prick into her dripping cunt. Then she moved
her own legs closer together within his and squeezed the prick with her
thighs. She began to move up and down on his cock, feeling it deep within
her pussy as she moaned and gasped with pleasure and tension.

The boy was in a stupor of enjoyment as Laura fucked him. She rubbed and
gasped and dripped as she slid her cunt up and down on his swollen prick.
She enjoyed herself so much that she was caught up in a frenzy of aching
desire, but she couldn't come.

Reluctantly, Laura moved her wet pussy away from the child's stiff
pecker. After she got off his cock, she placed her eager mouth on it.

It was larger than ever-red and swollen. No sooner did she begin to suck
his cock than the warm, sweet jizz begin to pump into her mouth. Billy was
moaning in a sweet high little voice, as his arms clasped Laura.

"Mmmmm! Oh! Mmmmm" His moaning trailed off into little gasps as the cum
began to pump into her mouth again.

Laura drank it down as her body moved in spasms of lust. She cramped and
ached and let go and juice poured again from her cunt as she sucked and
swallowed. She squeezed her legs together and came again, shivering with
abandon.

"Oh, my God! Ohhhh!" She shook and groaned and tensed and it poured out
from her twat again. "Oh!"

They both sighed, and Laura snuggled up against the child. They slept.

Some time later, when Laura awoke, she noticed the time and groaned. She
lay there, sated, her pussy still dripping, worrying about the child's
mother and unable to rise because of her dizziness and fatigue.

Oh, God-I have to get up.

She staggered into the other room and phoned her. "Mrs. Randstein. 
Please don't worry about Billy. He's having such a good time playing with
the dog. May he stay awhile longer?"

The delighted mother gave her permission, and Laura returned to her
lover. His eyes were open now, and he smiled in rapture.

Laura kissed his sticky little prick and licked it clean. It tasted so
good to her.

The boy sighed and breathed, "Oh, Laura. This was so much fun. I liked
what you did to me."

"Would you like to do it again some time?" she asked him nervously,
petting his prick as she spoke.

"Ooooh, yes! Can I?" He sat up in excitement. "I won't tell anyone,
honest!"

She grabbed him, hugged him hard and kissed him.

The boy is smart, she gloated.

"Yes, darling. Tomorrow. I can hardly wait to do it again. And I'll have
ice cream for you, and you can play with Lance all you want to."

She tenderly kissed and dressed him. The child was tired. His beautiful
eyes were half closed with weariness. He kept hugging her and patting her
arm as they walked through her vestibule toward her car. She drove him home
and made sure that he was safely indoors before she left.

When Billy returned the next afternoon, Laura had him kiss her boobs
again, but she didn't bother with fucking any more. She knew what she
wanted now, and Billy loved it.

She undressed for him and had him kiss her naked body all over. Then she
took off his gym shoes and jeans and sweatshirt. While she undressed him,
he, kept grabbing her tits and trying to suck on them. Laura would stop and
let him, enjoying the sucking and nibbling.

Her entire body throbbed with desire, and she prolonged the ecstasy,
working herself up into a breathless frenzy. She slowly removed his
underwear, longing to feast her eyes on his peter. As he stood there, white
and tiny, Laura kneeled on the floor before him and began to lick his
thighs and prick and balls. He squirmed and moaned and held onto her back,
groaning with pleasure.

"Mmmmm. Oh!" He squeaked and wiggled.

Laura pushed his stiffening prick deeper into her mouth and began to
suck harder. When the cock was very stiff and hard, she pulled her mouth
off of it and stared at the glistening beauty of it.

She moved his cock into the space between her two boobs and squeezed it
there. Then, staring at the swollen cock, she rubbed its tip and began to
feel the wetness coming out of the little hole. It felt slimy and good.

She got so wild then that she didn't know what she was doing. She
violently pushed him back onto her wide bed and jumped up on her knees,
burying her face on his dick.

Laura's tongue lapped at the stiff cock, licking up the oozing precum as
it dripped from the hole. She fitted the prick all the way into her mouth
and sucked hard, biting and chewing as her whole body vibrated and thrashed
to and fro. Her cramps were tightening her whole crotch as she sucked and
bit the boy's tool.

Billy's hands grabbed at her hair as she sucked, and the pain of it
pushed her into madness as she pumped. Her cunt exploded like a geyser of
aching passion, and the aching was gone-replaced by joy as she sucked and
drank in his cum that gushed into her mouth.

They had two more sessions that evening, and every day from then on.

As the days went by, Laura's drinking got more intense. She was
exhausted and morbid and the alcohol seemed to dim her guilt feelings. She
and Billy enjoyed sex twice a day most of the time, and they were both very
happy at that time.

As soon as Billy would leave, she would be overcome by guilt. It seemed
that she needed more liquor than ever to get rid of the bad feelings. And
so their days passed.

Chapter 12

The Birthday Party Laura forced herself to get to school each day, even
when she was half-drunk or hung over. She was there, partly to keep her
job, and mainly to see Billy. No matter how often he came over to take care
of Lance and to be with her, she couldn't get enough of the child. Laura
loved to watch him as he worked in class, his beautiful brow puckered in a
frown.

There were only two weeks left of school, and the children were very
restless in the heat. Laura was nervous and restless too-mainly because of
her guilt feelings and fear of being found out. Bobby kept evading her
eyes, so Laura couldn't be sure whether he had told on her or not. Yet,
some time had gone by, and there was no word of trouble. She drank and she
worried.

Her only pleasure was Billy. Billy's mother had given Laura permission
to give him an extra birthday party for his twelfth birthday the next day.
Her mind was buzzing with the preparations she had to make for it. She was
planning how she could shop for a present and the party supplies and cake
and ice cream, and still not miss seeing Billy when he came over. It would
be a rush, but she'd go after his visit.

The party was to be a small one. Bill had invited three of his friends,
and Laura was relieved that Bobby wasn't on the guest list. She feared that
he might refuse to come and tell everyone the reason why.

When Laura got home from school that day, she eagerly waited for Billy.
She had an afternoon snack all ready for him on the table.

As he ate and drank, she watched him hungrily, lusting for his cock.
She'd have to wait until he walked the dog. It would be difficult; her cunt
and mouth ached for him.

Billy took the dog out and returned quickly. As Laura locked up the dog,
she put away the glass that she had just emptied. She'd had a double shot
while he was out with Lance.

The boy ran to her, eager for his session of sex. He knew now what to
expect, and he threw off his clothes quickly, baring his thin little body
as her eyes feasted on it.

Laura took off her robe and revealed her nakedness to him. He stared in
awe, never getting used to her large tits and bushy, hair-covered cunt.
They went quickly into the bedroom, both of them hot with anticipation.

The boy's prick was already hard when Laura put her mouth on it. She
sucked in bliss, enjoying its sweet flavor. She came immediately, and her
spasms almost tore her in two. Laura flooded her hole and cum rolled down
her thighs. She wept with happiness as she continued sucking his dick.

I love him. I can't do without him!

The boy came quickly-a hot, slightly sweet-tasting cream filled her
mouth. Laura shivered and came again. It was a small one this time-a sweet
memory of her wave of passion.

After Billy left, Laura bathed, and then she dressed and drove quickly
to the store to buy the party things and the gift. She bought the present
first, because she had to go home quickly, once she bought the ice cream.

Laura bought Billy a book about horses, since he was crazy about them.

Maybe I'll take him horseback riding one day. Then we can stop in the
forest and make love.

She sighed.

A good way to get arrested.

She bought paper plates, cups, napkins and decorations. Then she picked
up the cake she had ordered, and the ice cream. When she got home, she set
the table and wrapped the gift.

Laura was really looking forward to giving Billy a nice party. There
were a few party games that she'd planned with him, and she was sure that
he'd be very proud of her and the way she entertained for him.

There would, of course, be no hint of their relationship shown to
Billy's guests. It would stay their secret. Maybe Billy would stay after
the party and she could suck his cock. She ached for it.

As Laura had a few drinks and prepared for bed, she was very happy about
the next day. It was nice to have someone to love and to do things for.

The next day at school dragged on. It was hot, and Laura was nervous.
She had received a note in her mailbox in the office. It told her to come
for a conference with Mr. Anderson at two-thirty. Another teacher was going
to dismiss her class.

This sounded bad.

Why can't it wait till after school. What's the big hurry?

Laura was relieved about the time, because the party was called for
three-thirty. But she was worried about the interview. She knew she was not
going to be invited back for the next year. She supposed that Mr. Anderson
was going to explain why. It would be very painful and embarrassing.

As she walked into Mr. Anderson's office, Laura was unprepared for his 
fury. He wasted to no time, and didn't even ask her to sit down.

"You should be ashamed of yourself!" he screamed at her.

I am. But what particular thing does he have in mind?

"Why?"

"Mrs. Ransen has filed charges against you with the school board. She
has accused you of sexually assaulting her son. We've tried to convince her
not to bring the police into this. We've been arguing since Friday. I don't
know what she plans to do, but so far she hasn't called them. You must be
sick!"

He was shaking with anger, and his face was almost purple.

"Oh, my God!" Laura had feared it, but it still came as a shock. She sat
down.

"Of course, we will not allow you near any of the children from now on.
I've been watching in the hall all day to be sure they were protected. You
will certainly be dismissed when the school board meets to try your case
tomorrow. They've called a special emergency meeting. We are very anxious
to prevent police action and a scandal for the district. We'll see to it
that you never teach again!"

Laura was sobbing hysterically.

"It will probably be recommended that you go under immediate psychiatric
care and supervision, and by that I mean residential treatment. This will
be your choice. Immediate confinement for treatment, or the police!" He
shook, fear of scandal all over his face. "The parents in your room will be
notified immediately, for their children's protection!"

Laura turned to got since there was nothing to say. She didn't try to
defend herself, because she couldn't stand any more.

He shouted after her. "Be at the Administration Building at eight
o'clock tomorrow morning! You might as well pack your bags and bring them
with you. We plan to see to it that you're confined and won't get a chance
to molest any more innocent children!"

Laura staggered out, forgetting her purse. She returned for it and ran
for her car. She wept all the way home.

It's a good thing I provided for Lance. I'll have to call Bet and tell
her to take him. I need a drink. I need a drink!

It didn't matter about her being fired. She had expected that when the
contract didn't arrive. But the shame of it! She'd never teach again,
anywhere! Everyone was to know about her sex assault on a child. She wept,
knowing that her real unhappiness was over not being able to make love to
Billy again.

Billy! What am I to do about the party? Maybe I can still have it before
the parents find out. Why disappoint Billy? Maybe I'll still get to enjoy
him one more time after the party. That office secretary will take a long
time to inform all the parents.

Laura was not in a party mood, but she was determined to go through with
it and give Billy a good party. And she needed one last cock-sucking
session with him. As weary as she was from her emotional crisis, she needed
sex. She ached for it!

There were fifteen minutes before the children would arrive, and since
everything was ready, Laura began to drink.

I can't stand the pain of it!

She swallowed the liquor down greedily, trying to forget the horror of
her situation. When the party time arrived, she had finished half of a
large bottle of liquor, and she still felt nervous and afraid. She found a
tall, opaque glass and poured it brimful with whiskey. Then she finished
the rest of the liquor in the bottle, drinking it right from the bottle in
her hurry.

I'm glad I have a few more bottles. I'm going to have a bad night.

The children began to troop in, but Laura wasn't able to stand up very
long. She left the door open, and she sat near the table, drinking the last
of the liquor in her glass. She was in a drunken fog when the children were
all seated at the table, ready for their treat. Through her haze she saw
her beloved, handsome and proud, one year older.

I want to fuck. I want to suck him off!

Laura steadied her hand as she lit the candles by holding it with her
other hand. The children giggled because she had to use to many matches
attempting to light the candles. Billy blew the candles out while they all
sang to him.

Billy stared at her, seeing that she looked very different.

My eyes must be red. Who cares. On with the party! What the hell kind of
a party is this with just cake and ice cream?

Laura lurched to the bar and opened a new bottle of bourbon and brought
it to the table. As she poured a full paper cup of whiskey for each child,
she shouted, "Now it's going to be a real party! Drink up!"

The children didn't know what she had given them until they had drunk
some of the liquor. Most of them coughed and choked on it, but they drank
quite a bit of it before they realized that it tasted bad to them.

Billy watched Laura fearfully. He knew her well enough to know that
something was very wrong. The other three boys were from his other classes,
so they were unaware of her condition. Laura sat there in a stupor, so
Billy cut and served the cake. The children ate their cake and sipped again
at the whiskey, curious about it.

Laura woke up a bit and handed Billy his present. Her eyes devoured him
as he opened it and thanked her. By then she was unconscious of the other
three boys. All she saw was her lover, and as he sipped the liquor and
became dizzy, she watched him lustfully, moving closer and closer to his
chair.

The other boys, watching Billy drink the liquid, forced it down, making
faces as they drank. They all began to giggle and they looked sleepy. Laura
was unaware of the fact that three of the boys were now lying on the floor
wrestling and laughing, their voices high and their faces red with
drunkenness.

Bill was drunk for the first time, and he forgot his birthday present in
his sexual response to Laura's lovemaking. She had been rubbing his prick,
and his fly was now open so that she could take it out. Laura pulled the
little pecker out, and she leaned over and began to lick it.

The other boys crawled over and gathered around to watch, their eyes
glazed and their breath coming fast. They were old enough to know what was
happening, but too drunk to be upset about it. They were curious and
stimulated.

As Laura came to a climax, she screamed with drunken ecstasy and Billy
came in her mouth. One boy was jacking off as he watched, and Laura moved
over to him in a frenzy and sucked his prick until he came, too. She didn't
come again, but she was getting tense and her cunt ached.

Lance wandered in, probably because of all their noise. Billy played
with him as he watched Laura suck the cocks of the other two boys. Her hair
was wild and matted with jism, which was also running down her chin. Laura
didn't even know where she was or what she was doing. Her sexual frenzy was
all that she knew.

By then she had come again with the last boy, screaming and clawing at
him. The three strange boys were lying on the floor half-asleep after that,
drunk and dazed, their pants pulled down and their pricks limp from being
used. Each of them had had their first orgasm, and they were in a pleased
stupor, not really knowing what was happening to them.

Laura pulled off all of her clothes and danced naked around the room in
an orgiastic fury. No one was able to really watch her move in sensuous
wildness. All four boys were on the verge of passing out.

The dog kept licking at Billy's arm, worrying about the child as he lay
on the floor looking ill. This gave Laura a wild idea. She turned Billy
over, staggered to the bathroom for some cream, pulled down his jeans and
shorts all the way, and took them off.

As she pulled the boy's legs wide apart and creamed his asshole, the dog
watched and then began to lick Billy's thighs. Laura helped the dog to
mount Billy, and she guided Lance's prick into the child's bung. As she
watched the dog fuck the boy's asshole, Laura came from the excitement of
it, screaming in abandon! The boy was half unconscious, but he moaned in
pain. Then he groaned and smiled in pleasure from the ass-fucking.

Laura grabbed the dog when he was done, and began to suck on his sticky
cock. She was too dizzy to remember that Lance needed some time before he
could fuck again. She undressed one of the other boys, turned him over, and
was just creaming his asshole when the other two boys pulled on him and
started to drag him out of the room.

The three boys were drunk and dizzy, and they were now weeping in
fright. Two of them had been watching the dog fuck Billy. They dragged the
third boy out, all of them screaming with terror.

Billy woke up a little from the loud noise, and he ran to Laura, his
little naked butt white and beautiful to her in her haze. He hugged her
hard, crying and afraid. Laura floated off into nothingness.

"What's happening? Why are you doing these things?" he whined.

She wasn't able to answer him; Laura had passed out on the floor. She
lay there still and naked, and Billy sat there with her, patting her arm to
comfort her. He was still sitting with her, half-naked and frightened, when
his mother and the police arrived.
