Robert Vickers - Beast girl

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.

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.