Robert Vickers - Beast girl

"Of course," Laura answered, noticing how handsome he was.

If I make it. No. I'm going to make it. I have to!

Mr. Lawson left her, and she ran for her car.

Now I'm going to be late.

All the way home she brooded about whether she wanted to go out with him Saturday night. She knew that she needed a social life. He was a handsome bachelor.

What more do I need?

Laura shuddered. She had a strange premonition that her needs were not normal, and never would be.

Laura had three quick drinks, and she drove slowly back to school, not wanting to be stopped by the police for drunken driving. She had decided to go out with Mr. Lawson, even though he no longer attracted her.

It's time I acted like a human being.

She was treating this attractive bachelor as though he were medicine.

But what is my illness? What's wrong with me?

Laura finally arrived at school and got things ready for the afternoon social studies film. She wasn't quite finished when the children came in, so she gave them a short reading assignment in the text, and she fussed with the machine, putting in the film.

A young boy was suddenly at her side. It was Billy Randstein, who was always helpful. "Would you like me to help you with that, Miss Bellini? Mr. Lawson showed some of us guys how to thread it."

"Thank you." She was relived not to do it in her present condition. She kept watching Billy. He was a good-looking boy.

They all look good to me today, she worried.

His reddish-brown hair, white skin and pink cheeks reminded her of a beautiful flower. Laura held her hand to keep it from touching him. She realized in horror that this boy thrilled her, too. She shuddered and tried to look away from him.

Three o'clock finally came. She had conducted a poor social studies discussion after the film, and then she had wept all through the children's recess and gym periods. Laura knew now that something was seriously wrong with her. She didn't need to have Bobby stay at three o'clock to test it. She knew.

In an effort to forget Bobby, Laura wrote a note to Mr. Lawson thanking him for his invitation and refusing it. There just seemed to be no reason now to go with him. She was very upset, and he didn't attract her at all.

He's too old. I want little boys. I want to suck on a little boy's cock. I'm a sex moron. What would I want with a nice, handsome man?

The more Laura abused and scolded herself, the worse she felt. But she couldn't seem to shame herself into canceling her three-o'clock date with Bobby. She feared it, and she waited for it eagerly-not to test herself, but to be close to him again!

It was finally time. The children were leaving and saying good-bye to her. In spite of her inefficiency that day, they seemed glad to have her back. Laura kept her eye on Bobby, intending to remind him if he forgot to stay or tried to slip out. She couldn't stand to miss this meeting after waiting for it all day.

They were finally alone together. Laura stalled, not really knowing why she wanted him there. She had him bring up his social studies report to her desk and sit near her. He wasn't very close, so she moved her chair nearer to him. The boy's eyes were on the clock.

His mind's on his baseball practice. I have to hurry. Whatever I want to find out, I'd better do it soon.

She realized that she was trying to fool herself.

Laura fell into a kind of trance. She knew what she was doing, it seemed to her as though someone else was doing it and she was just observer.

She watched herself put her arm around the boy. He didn't seem to notice it. She tried to distract him by talking about his social studies topic.

The thrill was there – strong and overpowering. She watched her hand move to the boy's lap and rest on the front of his jeans. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, her fingers still groping to feel his cock through the heavy jeans.

Bobby smiled at the attention. He didn't seem to mind her kissing him. If he noticed the hand on his prick, he didn't act like it. He watched her closely, no longer looking at the report.

Laura saw her hand move on his cock. It felt a small bump through the thick jeans, and it rubbed the bump. The small bump seemed to get a little bit bigger as she rubbed, but not much. Laura looked into the boy's blue eyes. They were glazed, and he seemed to smile, enjoying the rubbing.

I want it. I want to see his cock. I want to suck it!

Suddenly, the child jumped up – staring at her and starting to sob. His face was very red, and as he looked at her, his eyes accused her and they were frightened. He ran out, sobbing loudly with fear.

Laura was too stimulated to think of anything at that moment but her desires.

I want to see his little prick! I need it!

Guilt By the time that Laura got into her car to drive home, the lust had waned and shame had taken its place. She worried all the way home about what she had done.

It was like I was watching another person doing it!

She recalled the episode in horror.

How could I have done such a thing? I really have become a sex pervert.

Laura remembered all the details of the entire incident with Bobby, and although the guilt remained, the reminiscences stimulated a fresh ache of desire. Her cunt cramped with passion as she relived the sensations of being near the child and touching his cock. Her groping fingers had finally reached their destination, and she would never forget the feeling that overcame her as the small, denim-covered bump began to rise and swell in its hidden place.

Laura shivered as goose flesh rose on her whole body. She had to pull over to a curb and park until she got hold of herself. She shook with lust, wanting the child and sick with herself at the horror of her need.

I have to have a drink!

She gazed around her, frantic for an escape from the sordid fact. Laura spotted a dingy-looking bar a half-block away.

Any other day I wouldn't go alone into a dump like this, she brooded as she parked.

She wanted to run to get away from the world soon, but her knees were weak.

Laura's cunt was dripping.

How could my own body betray me like that?

Her knees were shaking, and she felt cold sweat running down her forehead.

I'm not only alone, but I deserve to be. I've turned into a dirty, sordid, sick creature. Now I can't get another teaching job next year. I wouldn't dare be near children.

What will Bobby tell his parents? Maybe the police are waiting for me at home!

She began to run toward the drink, needing it so. Laura almost fell as she staggered and finally reached the door of the bar. As she opened it, the darkness inside welcomed her.

Animals like me should hide in the dark.

The sour beer smell sickened her, but she was in a trance of shame, recalling her crime again. So, she stayed.

A sex crime! Well, Laura. You've gone a long way.

She ordered a double shot and swallowed it down, sitting at the bar.

Laura paid and staggered back to her car, determined to get home to her bar, no matter who waited there for her. She concentrated on getting home without an accident or a ticket.

In the midst of her shame and pain, her body craved release.

We never really do give up our pleasures willingly.

She dreamed of the next time she would see Bobby, needing it and dreading it. She knew he'd never go near her again.

There were no police yet, but they could come at any time. Laura crawled into bed with a bottle. Her only protection was the comfort she got from unconsciousness. She drank, and the full bottle was almost emptied as she lay there and dreamed of Bobby's cock.

Laura was obsessed with her desire to see his pecker and touch it.

What does it look like? It must be small. Small and red! What would it taste like?