Immoral Counseling Ch 05

Author's Note: All characters are 18 years of age or older.

Lacy was in a rush to get home after school and get ready for Simon to come over. It was Friday, two days after she sexted with Weaver, and she was desperately horny and anxious to spend time with her boyfriend. She hoped being with Simon would help her to stop thinking about Weaver and his huge, hard cock. In her room, she shimmied out of her sweat-soaked uniform and dumped it in the hamper. As she peeled off her coral pink, white-striped cheeky panties, she noticed her discharge was heavier and smellier than usual. Opening her closet, she chose a short skirt and spaghetti strap top that showed off her abundant cleavage. For underwear, she settled on a pair of white leopard print cheeky panties with black lace trim and a matching bra. Digging through her dresser, she also grabbed a pair of tall black socks to go with her outfit.

She needed a shower to wash the sweat off her body, but there wasn't enough time. Instead, she walked naked to the kitchen sink and ran the hand towel under the hot water. After soaking the cloth, she washed her face first and then her armpits and breasts, making sure to scrub beneath and between them where the sweat collected. Bending her knees, she squatted and ran the warm, wet rag over her crotch and inner thighs before passing the cloth back between her asscheeks to clean her crack. She ran the cloth over her pussy a second time to fully wipe away her thick, sticky secretions. When she was done, she rinsed out the towel and hung it back up. She still had a slight odor, but with some perfume, Simon wouldn't even notice.

In her room, she slipped into her clean clothes and then rummaged through her makeup drawer. She had just chosen which palette to use when the doorbell rang. Thinking Simon was a little early, she raced to answer the door, but her heart lurched in her chest when she found Weaver waiting on the other side instead.

"What're you doing here?" she demanded.

"Thought a home visit'd be a nice change of pace. Hot outfit you got on -- planning to see someone later?"

"No! You can't be here. I'll do whatever you want at school, but this is my home. You have no right!"

"Now, now. No need to get so upset. I assume your boyfriend's coming over, but we can make this quick."

"Please, not today. I'll come to school early tomorrow, or I can come to your place on the weekend. Whatever you want, just not today."

"See, that's a problem, cuz I'm here now. Let's not waste anymore time. Unless you want your boyfriend to find you on your knees with my cock in your mouth."

Her face turned red from anger and embarrassment, but she also felt herself getting wet against her will. She started to say something else but knew well enough by now there was no negotiating with the old bastard. Accepting defeat, she opened the door wider and motioned him inside, and after shutting the door behind him, she led him into the living room.

Weaver unbuckled his belt and sat on the couch, looking up at her expectantly. Lacy didn't need any instruction. She knelt between his knees as she had so many times before and started undoing his slacks. Hating how familiar and comfortable this position was for her now. Hating how it made her hot and wet for him. She pushed those thoughts aside and pulled down his boxers. His half-hard cock sprung free, and the deplorable odor hit her immediately.

"Ugh! Why does your dick always reek?" she whined.

He didn't answer her, but grunted impatiently while she stroked his shaft. She felt her pussy throb as she inhaled his acrid stench.

"You're such a pervert, making a teenage girl clean your dirty dick with her mouth."

The busty teen rolled her tongue around his crown, gagging from the slimy residue coating the underside of his bulb. Though it repelled her, she parted her lips to let him into her suckling mouth. Stimulating the head with just her lips and tongue, she soon found herself moaning at the tart, salty flavor. His scent and taste ignited a powerful lust in her, compelling her to sink ever deeper into depravity. Inch by inch, she sucked his huge, hard cock deeper into her eager mouth. Tongue swashing around his post as she went. When his tip reached the entrance to her throat, she swallowed him down to the root. With her nose buried in his sweaty, musky pubic hair, she reveled in his masculine odor.

"Yes, take it all," Weaver groaned. "Such a good little suck-slut." Lacy quivered, feeling fresh dew spilling from her nether lips.

As she blew his turgid shaft, tears streaked down her red cheeks. Her nose was running, and her forehead glistened with sweat. Though her neck and jaw hurt, she persevered, determined to get him to cum before Simon arrived. Lurid slurping sounds along with his throaty moans filled the living room. She told herself she was only doing what she had to, but she couldn't explain away her arousal. He didn't even have to make her throat him -- she debased herself on his monstrous member of her own volition.

Although Weaver enjoyed her mouth and throat, he wasn't content with just that. After several minutes, he pulled her off his cock with his hand curled in her hair. Lacy didn't resist when he forcefully moved her down to lick his balls and taint, but he kept pushing her even lower. Initially, she didn't understand what he wanted, but as the tip of her tongue crawled lower and lower, she started to struggle. No way was she going to do

that

for him! Unfortunately, his grip on her hair was strong, and he soon succeeded in forcing her tongue between his cheeks. The sharp and bitter flavor assaulted her, searing her taste buds. With both hands on his thighs, she tried to shove herself off, but he held her fast. There was no escaping it. With a shudder, she resigned herself to rimming him.

As she swirled her tongue around his asshole, her nostrils were flooded with the dank, musty odor of his sweaty crack. His malodorous scent was like a drug, overloading her senses and awakening a deep-seated submissiveness. The oversexed teen pressed her lips against his dark crinkle, practically making out with his asshole. The tip of her tongue traced each ridge, stabbed against the dark center of his spiral. Soft, nimble fingers stroked his engorged shaft. This was the most degrading act she'd ever performed, but her pussy was soaking through her panties and dribbling down her thighs. Her brain was frying with disgust and arousal while she slathered her tongue up and down his crevice hungrily.

"Good girl," Weaver moaned, encouraging her.

The old man was in heaven, having his ass rimmed and his cock stroked by the beautiful, busty teen. With his fingers entwined in her hair, he ensured she couldn't go anywhere. Not that he needed to worry -- she worshiped his asshole with her lips and tongue with near religious devotion, her resistance long forgotten. She panted hotly into his humid crack, needy moans slipping out as she dutifully rimmed him. Her soft, wet tongue lapped his dark hole tenderly, the tip tracing circles over his ridges while she moaned and sighed. Weaver felt the pressure building from the blonde high schooler's ardent rimjob, but he wasn't ready to cum yet. As he pushed Lacy away from him, she sat back on her heels looking dazed and lustful. A few stray pubic hairs were caught in the corner of her lips and stuck to her damp cheeks.

"Get up here and sit on it," he said.

"We don't have time," she replied. "Simon will be here soon."

"I said sit on it," he commanded, growling through his teeth.

She stared up at him anxiously, her wide eyes dilated with arousal. Weaver could see her damp inner thighs and her hard nipples straining against her top. Saw the way she inhaled a quivering breath at his orders. He knew he had her.

"Sit. On. It. NOW!"

She grit her teeth in anger, but it was pointless -- her pussy ached to be filled. As she stood, she wiped her mouth with her forearm, making sure to brush off the pubic hair clinging to her face. Climbing onto the couch, she threw one leg over his lap and slid her leopard print panties aside to expose her soft, smelly pussy. With one hand holding him steady, she lowered herself onto his pole, feeling his thick mushroom head part her labia. She sank down onto him and moaned in ecstasy as he seated himself fully into her sodden depths. He pushed up her top and bra to free her sweat-slicked tits then moved his hands to her waist.

"Move your hips."

"Just don't cum in me," she begged and started riding him.

She braced herself with her hands on his shoulders as she bounced on his lap, gasping in pleasure. His thick rod stretched and filled her, and she bit her lip to keep from screaming. She felt his rough hands caressing her soft, sweaty flesh, running up to fondle her breasts and around to knead her ass. Neither of them were going to last long, panting and shuddering into each other with animalistic passion.

Weaver held her slender waist, pumping her up and down his shaft like a sex toy. When she felt him lick a path over the hot, damp swell of her breast and capture a pert nipple between his lips, she squealed with delight and churned her hips. His lips and tongue expertly pleasured her sensitive tits, driving her inexorably towards her orgasm. She felt him hammering into her from below, meeting her thrust for thrust. Her legs were shaking, and the wet squelch and slap of their bodies colliding echoed off the walls.

"Here it comes," he rasped.

"Not inside," she repeated, to no avail.

Weaver grabbed her hips and slammed her down onto his cock, embedding himself into her very core. She felt his release surge up into her like a geyser, triggering her own monumental orgasm. She shook and thrashed, throwing her head back and shrieking in ecstasy as it crashed through her like a storm. His heavy load flooded her channel, spraying her unprotected cunt with potent seed. When they were both spent, she collapsed onto him, resting her head on his shoulder, twitching as the last tremors of pleasure thrummed through her.

They sat clinging to each other in silence, panting hotly and basking in the afterglow. When Lacy was finally able to feel her legs again, she carefully and clumsily dismounted him, flopping down on the couch beside him to catch her breath. She moved her hand between her sticky thighs and felt his thick goo ooze from between her red, swollen labia. Without thinking, she started fingering her messy, sloppy creampie.

"We should move to the bedroom."

Lacy's eyes snapped open, and she sat up to stare at him, mouth agape. The calm intent in his eyes made her tremble.

"We can't. My boyfriend..."

"It's your choice. I said I wouldn't interfere in your relationship, and I won't. If you ask me to leave, I will, but I think we both know that once isn't enough to satisfy either of us."

She sat staring, not saying a word. Her head was still spinning from the pleasure, and she couldn't think straight. She didn't even realize her fingers were still buried in her cunt. After a while, Weaver stood and started pulling up his boxers. Lacy was eye-level with his cock, which glistened from their combined fluids. The pungent smell of it made her quiver.

"I'll text Simon to say something came up," she said, looking down submissively. Weaver grinned and sat back down.

Lacy extricated her soaked fingers from her pussy and retrieved her phone from the coffee table. While she tapped out an excuse to her boyfriend, Weaver wrapped an arm around her and squeezed her tit possessively. She didn't try to stop him when he pulled her close. Laying with her head on his chest, letting him fondle and caress her. Her nipples hardened again, and a familiar need returned to her loins. She bit her lower lip and sighed contentedly, rushing to finish her conversation with Simon.

Not surprisingly, he was frustrated and upset. She did her best to placate him, but with each lie she told, her guilt only grew. While their exchange continued, she felt Weaver pushing her towards his slimy cock, so she opened up and started sucking him clean. With her mouth full of Weaver's fat meat, she promised Simon she'd make it up to him. He begrudgingly accepted, but she could tell he was hurt. She continued slurping Weaver's tool and told Simon how much she loved him. As a consolation, she even sent him a few nude photos -- the same ones she'd sent Weaver previously. When she was finished, she pulled her mouth off Weaver's cock, laid her phone back down on the coffee table, and leaned back into his embrace.

"All done?"

She nodded and looked up at him, desire mixed with uncertainty in her eyes. Weaver held her face with one hand and brought his lips to hers. Normally, she would have tried to push him away, but she accepted him without hesitation, parting her lips and letting his tongue seek out hers. His awful, stale breath flooded into her mouth, but instead of being repulsed, she drank it in, the foul taste and odor making her shudder with need. Her faithless pussy salivated. They kissed fervently and desperately, like they starved for each other. When Weaver finally broke away, Lacy was left panting breathlessly.

"Show me to your bedroom."

"Ok," she replied and led him down the hallway into her room.

No sooner had the door shut behind them than Lacy found herself lying on her back in bed with her legs up and Weaver stuffing his engorged prick back inside her overheated tunnel. His discarded clothes lay strewn across her bedroom, and his round, naked body loomed over her small frame. Her panties hung from one leg, and she'd let him remove her bra. He fucked her with deep, hard strokes from the start, pounding her into the mattress over and over. She tugged at the sheets, gasping and throwing her head back.

"Slow down, you're hurting me!"

Weaver kept on drilling her, heedless of her pleas. He watched mesmerized as her tits bounced and jiggled, and when he brought his hands up to grope them, she gasped and moaned. Then, he surprised her with a hard slap to her left tit.

"Ah fuck!" she yelped as the stinging strike radiated through her sensitive breast. The sudden pain sent a shockwave of shameful pleasure down to her clit, making her shudder and moan. He quickly slapped her other breast, the blow landing right over her wide, pink nipple. She screamed in pain as the pliant orb quivered.

"That hurts, you asshole! Don't slap my tiddies!"

Ignoring her complaints, he gave each jiggling globe another smack, reddening them. They were hurting and tingling, but her nipples were drawn into taut, stiff nubs. She gasped and squealed, grinding her hips against him as he slapped her big, soft breasts again and again. He felt her sloppy cunt clench and tighten around him with each hit, the pain in her punished tits turning to pleasure in her pussy. When she opened her mouth again, he quickly covered it with his own, darting his tongue between her lips. She moaned helplessly as he forcefully kissed her. Everything about him was gross -- his stinking breath, his fat, sweaty body, his lecherous, predatory eyes -- but he made her feel so good. She was drowning in lust and debauchery.

The pleasure overwhelmed her, and a sudden, intense orgasm racked her body. Her legs shot out straight, and her whole body shook. Her clenching orifice became painfully tight, constricting around Weaver's cock like a vice. He extricated himself from her cunt and watched her thrash and spasm on the bed. She was still cumming when he rolled her onto her stomach and lifted her by the hips onto her knees.

He entered her from behind and resumed plowing her vigorously. His cock churned away at her orgasm, reducing her to a drooling, incoherent wreck. Though she had just cum, she could already feel another orgasm building. She was dimly aware of his thumb wriggling around the tender dimple of her anus. The way he gently petted her shy, scared butthole with his thumb was foreign and uncomfortable, but she could feel herself tightening around him from the unfamiliar stimulus. She normally wouldn't allow anyone to touch her there, but she was in no state or position to argue with him now. Though her mind rejected it, her body delighted at being teased in her most private, forbidden hole. He stroked her dimple with a firm, circular motion, causing her to whine and shake. He'd rimmed her once before, and her reaction then had been similar. Each revolution seemed to drive her higher and higher, and he felt her push her ass back and up, inviting more. Eventually, his thumb withdrew, only to be replaced by his fingertip. When she felt his thick digit penetrate her rear, the sensation short-circuited her brain, and she started cumming again, grunting and moaning into the covers like a wild animal. Her hips bucked, and Weaver fucked her through it, holding back his own release.

"Please," she gasped, somehow managing to find her voice, "I can't cum anymore. I need a break."

Weaver had no intention of stopping, but he let her go anyway. His thick, hard cock evacuated her juicy cunt with a wet pop. With his hands no longer holding her up, she collapsed on the bed face-down, soaking in a pool of her own sweat, saliva, and juices. She was still shaking, the pleasure radiating out from her crotch through her entire body. As the last convulsions shuddered through her, she listened to Weaver shuffling around behind her. He hadn't cum yet, and she didn't think he'd let her rest for long.

As if on queue, she felt Weaver's cock slip into the sweaty, musty crevice between her generous butt cheeks and press against her virgin asshole. His shaft was greasy with their combined fluids and some lotion he'd taken from her nightstand. In a panic, she tried to scrabble away from his questing spear, but he held her in place with one hand at the back of her neck.

"Stop! Not there!" she cried, flailing around beneath him, trying desperately to escape her impending sodomy.

Weaver said nothing as he stabbed her tight crinkle with the blunt end of his rod. His mushroom tip breached her puckered opening, and a burning sensation flashed up her spine, causing her to scream into the sheets. A cold sweat breaking out over her body. As his cockhead popped past her ring, it took all his willpower not to cum right then. He held still as stone inside her straining, teenage rectum, seconds ticking by with his heart beat pulsing through his overstimulated prick. When at length the urge abated, he resumed stuffing himself into her resisting channel. She wailed in agony, hands shooting behind her in a feeble attempt to halt or slow his thrusts.

"Fuck! Take it out, you bastard!" she sobbed, fresh tears running down her cheeks.

"Just bear with it, it'll feel better soon."

Lacy whimpered and trembled while Weaver's cock mercilessly reamed her tortured chute. He sawed his prick in and out of her hot fundament, boring deeper into her virgin hole with every thrust. The excruciating pain made her light-headed, and her back was drenched in sweat. Inch after burning inch sunk inexorably deeper into her overstretched rear. When he finally bottomed out in her hot, clasping teenage butthole, she felt so stuffed full of cock she could swear his tip would pop out of her belly button.

For several seconds, Weaver held still, savoring the sensation of being buried in her squirming depths, before withdrawing his immense shaft from her clutching orifice. When just the tip remained lodged in her anus, he surged forward until his pelvis flattened her voluptuous rear. They gasped in unison -- him from pleasure, her from pain. He began thrusting back and forth in Lacy's tiny, teenage asshole while she grit her teeth and sobbed. A faint, pungent odor seeped out of her dark passage. Each inward stroke utterly overwhelmed her senses, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant. To her shame, she felt a tingling ache growing in her wet, swollen cunt.