Robert Vickers - Beast girl

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.

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.

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.