Robert Vickers: Beast girl

She drank steadily to push the sick thoughts away, yet she clutched at them for the sexual pleasure they gave her.

The dog knew that something was wrong with his mistress. He licked at her and gave small moans. Laura knew that he must have to go out, but she couldn't rouse herself to do it.

She picked up a phone to call Bet.

I won't tell her what I did. Maybe he'll be afraid to tell. He liked it at first.

She shivered over the thought of the little bump and how hard it got.

"Bet. It's me… Laura."

"Hi. How's my little sister?"

"Not too well, Bet. Could you do me a big favor? Please come over and take Lance out. I've been sick since I got home and he has to go. Will it be too hard for you to get here?"

"No. I can come. Is forty-five minutes okay?"

"Great. Thanks, sis."

"How would you like some soup and chicken?"

Laura was nauseous at the thought of eating, but she didn't want to argue with Bet, who took food very seriously. It was a wonder she wasn't fat.

"That would be nice. Bring some. Thanks."

Laura hung up. It had taken great effort for her to make that call, but Lance was important to her.

What would happen to him?

Laura shuddered at the thought of the authorities taking him away and putting him to sleep. She made a foggy note to ask Bet to care for Lance if anything happened to her.

She fought her nausea.

I must need a psychiatrist. I'm not crazy. Not yet. I'm ashamed to go to one. And he'll think I'm dangerous and put me away. How could I tell anyone what I've done and what I want to do? No!

She drank some more. Lance was licking her arm, trying to get at her tit. She moved her arm and enjoying his licking. She slowly undressed, petting and holding the dog so he wouldn't go away.

Laura glanced at the clock. She didn't have time for all the sweet preliminaries that she loved.

Bet'll be here soon!

She turned Lance over on his back and looked at his cock. It was standing up and hard.

He has to go. I hope he can wait.

She put her mouth on his warm, furry prick. The odor was so stimulating to her. The firm cock began to get larger as she licked it.

It doesn't take long for him.

She sucked furiously, aching inside for release. As she sucked, the salty taste increased, and she lapped away at the tip of the cock, savoring the gamy flavor of the dog's juice.

"Um! Oh! Mmmmm!"

Her body erupted in an unexpectedly large orgasm, flooding her.

I must be still hot from Bobby.

The dog jerked suddenly, and warm, sticky jizz filled her mouth, setting her off again.

The worse I get, the more sex I want!

The dog was a substitute for the little boys, and Laura, stimulated by the child, experienced another wave of release. She lay there, gasping and relieved.

I needed that!

She got up soon and washed and dressed, fearing to be caught that way by Bet. She hid the liquor and sprayed her mouth to hide her breath. Laura was worn out from her efforts when Bet arrived.

"Do you want me to call the doctor?

"No. I'll be okay soon. It's just that the dog can't wait."

"Come on, Lance." Bet put the leash on the tired dog and took him out. When she returned, she fussed over Laura, who craved to be alone.

Bet felt Laura's head, which was cold and clammy from her fright.

What if the police arrive now?

"I'll heat up your supper before I go." Bet went into the kitchen. Laura sneaked a drink and emptied the bottle while she was gone. Then she lay down and felt the universe sway and vibrate.

She dreamed about what she had done to Bobby this afternoon. She was in a drunken stupor, but she couldn't get rid of her cramping, driving lust. She kept aching for the boy and dreaming of his little prick, wanting it – craving it – dying for it! She wept in agony.

Bet bustled back into the room. "It's ready. Do you want it now, hon?"

"No, thanks. I'll eat later."

"I fed the dog. I'll be leaving now, but I'll call you later." Bet was frowning in worry.

"Thanks. Don't worry so. I'll be fine as soon as I eat your chicken soup."

They both laughed, and Bet left.

Laura sighed from the strain of pretending. She had had trouble getting her words out straight.

Well, at least Lance is taken care of. Oh, I forgot to ask Bet about taking him. Later. She'll really worry then.

Laura stripped off all of her clothes, and she groped for Lance's cock. The weary dog grunted as she rubbed his prick, but he just lay there.

She put her face on his hairy body, sniffing his odor and moaning with desire. Her tongue lapped the hair near his prick. It was stiff with cum, so she licked it clean. The cock was getting a bit hard, so she began to nibble on it. Laura bit it and sucked the tip, then she bit it some more, gasping with pleasure.

In her dizziness she was sucking on little Bobby's prick. It was getting bigger and bigger, and redder.

Laura turned over and guided the dog's tongue to her butt-cheeks. "Suck me. Suck me in there."

Her wild hands grasped the dog's head and pushed him at her asshole. He began to sniff. She was frantic with need. "Lick it. Lick it!" she shrieked, pushing his head down.

Lance finally began to lick her asshole, and Laura quivered with tension. "Oh, my God! I want it in there. Put it in." The dog kept licking.

She finally maneuvered his body so that his prick began to push at her asshole. The dog was not only tired, but confused. The frantic woman was yelling and pushing at him. He finally knew what he was to do, and his cock began to bang up against her tight bung.

The panting animal pushed and growled and gasped as his large stiff prick tried to get inside the tiny asshole. Laura wheezed and grunted in frustration, and she finally grabbed the animal's cock and pushed it in a little way. Somewhere in the distance she felt a sharp pain, but she held on to his cock and kept pushing it farther and farther up her ass.

"Oh! More! Deeper! Oh, my God!"

Lance was puffing and panting as his swollen prick gained entrance all the way in her butt, and he made little growling sounds of ecstasy as his cock moved in and out, in and out.

"Oh, you like it, too, lover! Oh, my God. It's good. Oh, God!" Laura's moans turned into a loud whimper as the cock pushed deeper in her ass and slid out – in and out. Slap, slap, fuck, fuck. The noises intensified her lust.

Her mind drifted off to her obsession. "Oh, Bobby. Fuck me more. Deeper, Bobby! Mmmmm!"

The dog was moaning and he stiffened. As Laura felt the hot jizz fill her asshole, her whole body tensed and convulsed in a giant orgasm.

She screamed so loud that the dog got very frightened, and with a whimper he pulled his prick out of her bung and trotted away.

Laura lay there dripping and gasping with ecstasy. "Oh, Bobby. Thank you. I needed that."

She lay there, enjoying the recurring small releases of her own come, and reality returned for an instant.

Lance. It was Lance. Oh, darling, if you could just be everything to me again, she moaned over the dog. I've got to get over these feelings about children I have to fight them!

She crawled over to the bar, dripping goo all over the rug, and she opened another bottle and drank some more.

Laura lay nude on the rug, sleeping in exhaustion. She lay face down, her head cradled in her arm.

She awakened to Lance, licking her cunt and her asshole. In a desperate try to revive her passion for the dog, Laura slowly guided his swollen prick into her wet asshole, thrilling from the delicious pain of it. He fucked her ass hard, hurting and exciting her.

Laura now knew it wasn't Bobby that she was fucking, so even though the dog cornholed her hard, rubbing and stimulating her, she was relieved but not satisfied. She had a few small orgasms and she enjoyed the buggering by the panting dog, but she missed what they had in the past. It wasn't the same thrill.