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.
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.