Robert Vickers - Beast girl

Laura felt drained and empty, but that wasn't enough. Her cunt and her mouth and her soul craved a little boy.

Teach Me Laura dragged herself to school that morning, weary and hung over. The only way she could force herself to face the day was to have two stiff drinks before she left home. She was dizzy and she had heartburn.

Laura hadn't marked her papers last night or planned today's lessons. This was so unlike her; she, who had been such a perfectionist about her job before. She put her head down on her plan book and glanced at the empty sheet for the day. She shut her eyes and groaned. Then, with a great effort, she began to write. 9:00-9:45 Reading. Pp. 238-42. Discuss story. 9:45-10:30 Math. quiz 10:30-10:45 Recess 10:45-11:30 Social Studies. Oral reports. 11:30-12:00 Free study period.

She groaned and burped.

I can't write another word. I'll finish at 11:30. Oh, I feel rotten.

Ugh! I forgot. I have to write the math quiz on the board.

She sneezed and began to feel even sicker, as if she were coming down with a cold. Laura had been chilled as she walked Lance early that morning.

I hate that walk when it's early and cold. I'm going to hire someone to do it for me.

Sighing, she brought her math book up to the chalkboard and began to copy problems. Laura was just ready for the back board when she noticed a child had come into the room and was watching her.

"Do you need the back board, too, Miss Bellini?" he asked eagerly. "I'll be glad to wash it for you." He moved toward the sponge at the sink.

"Yes, Billy," she said gratefully, sitting down to watch the boy work. "Thank you."

Laura was too hung over to do anything more than gaze at the youngster. He had been a pleasure to her since the school year had begun. Billy was always ready to run an errand, wash a board or help with anything else. Laura's eyes delighted her as she stared at the boy. His skin was white and pink, as fresh as that of a camellia. A few reddish-brown freckles graced the bridge of his small turned-up button of a nose. His eyes were too blue to be real, and they were framed with long, reddish-brown lashes. His thin body moved energetically as he scrubbed the board, his long arms moving quickly and well. Billy's reddish-brown hair was freshly combed except for an attractive cockscomb. Laura had to hold herself back to keep from smoothing it down.

She tried to guess whether he was eleven or twelve.

I'll have to look it up. What a beautiful boy. I have a terrible desire to kiss him. It must be frustrated motherhood, she thought self-indulgently. Well, I'm entitled to a few side benefits from this thankless job.

She walked over behind Billy, intending to put her arms around him and hug him as a thank you.

Then she suddenly remembered what had happened when she attempted to pet Bobby the previous day, and how he had gotten upset and had run away.

I wonder if Bobby told his mother what I did.

As she stood quietly behind Billy, holding back her desires, he jumped, obviously startled at her closeness. She patted his arm and cooed, "Thank you for being so helpful, dear. As soon as you're done, I'd like you to come and sit next to me and talk to me."

Laura knew that she didn't really want to just talk to Billy. She had no intention of allowing herself to do what she wanted to do, though. But she had to be near him for a while just to look at his beautiful fresh face.

The boy finished the board, washed out the sponge and then came over to sit next to Laura on a low chair.

Laura put her arm out to put it around him, and then, remembering Bobby, she withdrew it. She yearned to caress his bony back. She searched her mind for a way to keep him close, to see him again – to touch him. She longed to put her fingers on his flower face and on his lean little body. Her imagination undressed the child, and her mind's eye saw him there, white and nude.

She started to talk, her voice hoarse from lust. Anything to keep him there.

I can almost see his cute prick. Could I get it hard? Oh, how I'd love to suck on it. It's so sweet and tiny hanging there. I'm dying to have it in my mouth. I can almost taste its sweetness. Ohhh!

Mmmm.

While she ached and dreamed of possessing the child's cock, Laura heard herself talking, as though she were far off, set apart from her yearning body.

"How would you like a job, Billy?" she asked, inspired and excited at the possibilities of seducing the little boy.

"A job? What kind?" he asked, seeming to be very interested.

"It would be helping me to take care of my dog, Lance. He's a young German Shepherd. You would walk him three times a day; morning, after school and evening. And you'd give him an occasional bath. How does it sound?"

"Yeah!" The boy's eyes lighted up so much that their blue sparkled. "That would be great! My mom won't let me have a dog 'cause we live in an apartment. This way I could play with Lance, too, couldn't I?"

And with me, too, Laura lusted silently.

"Of course," she said to the boy, her eyes dancing with anticipation. "I'll phone your mother and make arrangements with her about paying you, and your hours. I'm so glad that you're going to work for me, dear. I'm sure that you'll do a fine job, and-and I know we're going to become good friends."

Laura couldn't keep herself from patting the boy's knee. Then, as the nine-o'clock bell rang, she reluctantly got up to welcome the rest of the class.

She could barely keep her mind on the reading lesson, and she found herself staring at the child, thinking about his little white body, and wondering what his tiny prick felt like. She dreamed and wondered what it tasted like, and she felt goose flesh rise as she craved to kiss and suck on the youngster's little cock.

With an effort Laura snapped out of it, and she started the class off on the math quiz. Then she remembered the end of the quiz that she had forgotten to write on the back board. Walking to it, she gave Billy a thank-you smile for washing it. He smiled back happily, probably excited about his new job. Laura wrote the rest of the quiz, making many errors and having to erase and redo at least five long problems.

At last she was done, and she could sit down and look at Billy again as he worked.

What's the matter with me? I've already fucked a big dog and an eighteen-year-old boy. Now I want a small child. I must be a sex moron. Oh, Jesus! I need a drink.

She couldn't really concentrate on being guilty. All she could feel at the moment was joy at the prospects ahead.

During the free-study period, Laura called Billy up to her desk. She handed him a slip of paper with her address on it. "Do you know how to find it?" she asked.

"Oh, sure. My boyfriend lives on your block. Are you going to call my mom today?"

"Yes, of course. I'll take care of it. You come right after school, and I'll teach you everything you need to know."

Laura's eyes glinted wildly at that idea, as she fought down the temptation of all the beautiful things she planned to teach the child.

No. I won't let myself in for that kind of madness. I need help with Lance, and I like Billy. That's all it will be. He'll do a fine job. Also, I'll get to see him often – the little doll. That's all it will be.

She didn't believe herself. Her yearning mouth and cunt knew better.

As though from a distance, Laura heard herself laugh at her own pretensions. She had a mad desire to touch the boy. She could hardly wait till school was over.

She sighed and began to write the afternoon's lessons in her plan book. Just a trace of her headache remained. Only her cunt ached now, but she was filled with energy at the prospect of seeing Billy alone after school.

She watched Billy work. His pencil was in his rosy mouth, and his petal-like brow was wrinkled in thought.