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.