Robert Vickers - Beast girl

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.