Robert Vickers - Beast girl

She raised her head slowly, propping it up with her hand. Then she put on a raincoat over her robe, moving very slowly so as not to jar her head, which was very bad again.

After Laura walked Lance, nothing seemed worth doing. Even being with Lance had lost its appeal.

She fed the dog, cleaned up his mess, and went back to the couch to mourn Bert.

What a lousy life. I want only the wrong things.

When Laura next looked at the clock she realized it was morning.

I'll never make it to work.

She picked up the phone and dialed. Luckily, the school secretary answered.

"This is Laura Bellini, Hazel. How are you?"

"Fair. You know how Monday mornings are here."

"Yes. I'm not feeling well myself. Will you please give Mr. Anderson a message for me?"

"Don't you want to talk to him?"

"No. Please. I'm not up to it! Tell him I'll be in tomorrow for sure. I'm not calling again later. He can count on me for Tuesday. This headache will be gone by then."

"Okay."

"Thanks. Good-bye." That was Laura's effort for the day. She felt weary and listless from depression.

The dog was licking at Laura's arm. "You're all I have left now, dear." She rubbed his head, deciding what she wanted to do. She felt nothing but emptiness inside.

Lance licked at her arm again, insistently. "Poor doll. I've been really ignoring you lately."

She sighed and took off her robe and got down on the rug with him. She moved aside some of the litter of her cast-off clothing. The dog began to lick her tit. It felt good, but not like before. Laura had him lick her cunt and she liked it, but no wild ecstasy happened. The rough tongue felt better as it rubbed. She squirmed and sighed, but she mourned for Bert.

Lance was trying to mount her.

He wants to fuck me. He probably needs it, because it's been about a week since we've screwed.

Laura didn't want to be fucked any more. Her tastes had changed, and she wanted to suck a prick. "No, darling. Not that way." She gently moved the dog down on the rug and turned him over, his cock and balls exposed. He quivered and panted with lust, a giant hard-on standing up in the air.

Laura petted his prick, reminiscing how it used to excite her. She still loved the dog, but now she needed more. She put her head down on the dog's dick and tried to recapture the bliss she used to have.

She licked and sucked his rod, enjoying the doggy odor and taste. It was still good. The feel of his cock in her mouth was wonderful, and she enjoyed the blow job, sucking hard. But, nothing happened to her. Nothing!

The dog growled and groaned, and a strong scent of sperm filled the air. Lance came saltily in her mouth, his prick gushing hard and then oozing continuously for a long time. She swallowed it down, and kept licking the prick as it erupted come. Suddenly the dog left.

Nothing. Is that all that's left for me in my life?

Her cunt ached for Bert, and she squeezed her legs together and tried to pretend that her cunt was full of Bert's jizz. But there was no relief. Dripping with the dog's goo, she lay there drinking, trying to console herself that she was just tired and blue over Bert.

I'll get excited the next time that Lance fucks me. Or am I fucking him? It'll be the way it was.

But she didn't believe it.

Dog Days The drinking didn't make Laura feel good, but it did help her not to feel anything. She was in a stupor half of the time. The apartment was hot, and the floating feelings made it very hard to concentrate on anything – even troubles.

But Laura thought about Bet part of the time; so one hot day, about two months after the horrible encounter in the store, she got up her nerve and phoned Bet.

"It's me. Laura." Laura was breathless with anxiety. "Please make up with me, Bet. I'm so sick and unhappy. I need you." She started to sob.

Bet answered, "I heard that you broke up with the boy."

"Yes. I was ashamed of myself. Please forgive me. Everybody makes mistakes."

"I've been wanting to see you, Laura."

"When can you come over? I miss you."

"You sound awful. I can come now."

"Great." Laura sobbed as she hung up. Bet was friend, mother and critic, all rolled into one person.

Laura tried to rouse herself to straighten up the permanent mess she lived in. It was no use. She didn't have the energy, and it was too hot.

As usual, Laura daydreamed about Bert while she dressed. It had been about a month since he'd given up and stopped calling. To her surprise, the boy must have had some feeling for her, as he had called regularly for weeks after she broke up with him. He stormed, he argued, he wept. She resisted him stonily, only to fall apart each time when she hung up.

Laura's attendance at work had been poor lately, even worse than before. She was worried because she hadn't received a contract for the next year. Most of the other teachers had received contracts and signed them weeks ago. Laura was too afraid to go in and ask Mr. Anderson about it. She dreaded hearing the truth.

In her daydreams she made passionate love to Bert. She idealized him and dreamed away all of his faults.

She remembered the open fly and the beautiful swollen prick there for her to love. The day he had brought her the lunch tray was now blended in her trance with their last lovemaking session, and she could recall at will each wondrous sensation as she licked and sucked her beloved's wonderful, large prick. The little bumps on it were still felt by her lonely tongue. She could still taste the warm, salty jism as it filled her waiting mouth. Laura shivered and wept. She had memorized this dream so well that she could recall any detail of it, even out of order. It usually incapacitated her for hours.

Bert's face was not as clear in her memory as it had been a few weeks before. It was beginning to fade away a bit. But she lived constantly with the vivid imagine of the boy's cock. She wanted it and fantasized about it.

The doorbell rang, and, as usual, Laura wasn't ready. She ran for a drink as soon as she pressed the buzzer.

I need it!

Bet must have run up the stairs, because she burst into the room while Laura was still drinking. Laura tried to hide the glass, and she ran to hug her sister. They wept in each other's arms, and Laura felt happy for the first time in months.

"Jesus! Laura! You look like hell! I'm taking you to my doctor. Let's go for lunch and then have him check you over. You look like walking death!"

Bet noticed the drink on a table near Laura, but she thought nothing of it. She was completely unaware of her sister's dependence on alcohol, as Laura had always been a very indifferent drinker, seldom drinking at all except at dinners and parties.

Laura would have laid down and died to please Bet at that moment.

"I don't need a doctor, Bet. I'm O.K. But if you want me to, I will. Will I get to see Jim soon? Will he forgive me?"

"Sure. He thought I was silly being angry so long over this. But I guess I took it hard because it made Elaine so ill."

"Is she all right now?" asked Laura guiltily.

"Who knows? She may be starting to go through the change. She's older than I am. Anyway, she's a bundle of nerves."

Laura was dying to ask how Bert was and what he was doing.

Is he with Nancy? I'd better stay off the subject, or I'll spoil things.

"Where do you want to go for lunch?" asked Bet.

"Anywhere you say."

They went to lunch and ordered cocktails. It was good that Bet didn't know about her drinking. This way, Laura could have two Manhattans and still not cause any sisterly disapproval. The lunch was a success, even though Laura wasn't used to eating any more. She was lucky enough to get up energy to feed Lance.

Poor neglected baby.