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.