Immoral Counseling Ch 07

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

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The maintenance area between buildings 1 and 2 lay still and quiet in the morning heat. Lacy stood in the shade of a small alcove mostly concealed from view fanning herself. She had left her 2nd period early and snuck out using Weaver's key. She had no idea what he was planning, and she was nervous about being caught. They'd never had sex outside before, and she felt vulnerable and exposed while impatiently awaiting his arrival.

To pass the time, she tried playing on her phone, but as was typical these days, her thoughts were elsewhere. She felt lost in a maze of conflicting emotions. More than a week had passed since his home visit, and since then, they were having more sex than ever. He'd also sodomized her three more times -- most recently on Friday, just four days ago. Each time, the pain was excruciating at first, but once her ass adjusted, she felt indescribable pleasure. She could no longer deny that she liked the rough, abusive sex, but after each time he used her, she was left wallowing in shame and self-loathing. She felt disgusted with herself for enjoying it and guilty for cheating on Simon and lying to her mom. She found herself locked in a vicious cycle -- the guiltier she felt about their relationship the more she indulged in it to escape said guilt. When she saw Simon over the weekend, the entire time they were together her chest felt tight, and all she could think about was the next time she'd get to bend over Weaver's desk.

The metallic creak of a door opening nearby startled Lacy out of her thoughts, but as she tucked herself deeper into the alcove, she saw with relief that it was Weaver. She stepped out into the open, and he crossed over to where she was.

"You're late," she said, handing him the keys back.

As he took them from her, he pulled her to him with an arm around her waist. The busty teen allowed herself to be embraced by him, and when he leaned forward to kiss her, she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him back. When they parted a moment later, she felt light and breathless.

"I got caught in a meeting. Did you miss me that much?"

With his hands on her shoulders, Weaver turned her around and bent her over a large metal machine standing nearby. As he flipped her plaid skirt up, Lacy looked back at him over her shoulder.

"Why're we doing this here instead of your office? You're too reckless -- we're going to get caught."

"That's what makes it exciting!" he replied while kneeling behind her with both hands on her generous ass.

Weaver slid her sea foam green cheeky panties down her legs and spread her cheeks apart, exposing the rosy dimple hidden within. As he started swirling his tongue around her dark pucker, Lacy squirmed and panted. Her tender brownie was even more sensitive than her pussy, and his tongue tracing her coiled ridges made her weak. Uttering a throaty groan, the helpless teen bit down on the back of her fist as she endured the overwhelming stimulus. For long minutes, the old man's oral digit dug into her grommet, insistently spreading open her tight hole. Pleasure ricocheted through her body, tickling her senses like dandelion seeds blown by the wind. Lacy pushed back against him shamefully, willing his tongue to burrow deeper into her earthy fundament. Pitiful mewls leaked out from between her pursed lips as her swollen cunt drooled between her quivering thighs.

Once she was dribbling down to her knees, Weaver stood and applied a dab of lube to her excited anus. The cold lube on her hot, pouting pucker made her tense with anticipation. She knew he was going to fuck her ass next, and a confounding mix of emotions rushed through her -- fear, excitement, and shame. However, instead of his cock, she felt something long and slender sliding into her taut ring followed by a rush of fluid. It was too liquid to be lube, and when it started to vaguely tingle, she whipped her head around to see him discarding a small plastic enema bulb onto the ground.

"Stop! What are you doing?" she demanded.

Weaver didn't answer, and to her dismay, she saw him pulling out another bulb. A cold sweat flashed through her, and she scrambled to get up while her hand shot back to protect herself. Before she could get away, he grabbed her wrist and pinned it behind her back, shoving her down over the machine.

"Shut up and quit struggling."

Lacy thrashed and tried to shake him off.

"Get off me, you freak!"

"Don't fight it -- you're just making it worse."

Lacy continued to struggle, but it was useless -- she was no match for his strength. When she finally gave up, he slipped the end of another bulb into her asshole and squeezed out its contents into her rectum. As the fluid rushed into her, she whimpered and squirmed. Each bulb only contained 2 oz of solution, but the feeling of liquid shooting up her backside was strange and uncomfortable. She could feel it sloshing around in her bowels unnaturally. Weaver quickly emptied a third and fourth into her unwilling cavity, and she felt her guts cramping and gurgling.

"No more," she whined, "I can't hold it."

"You will, unless you want to feel my belt on your cheeks."

In despair, Lacy put her head down and sobbed. He'd done a lot of humiliating things to her, but this was a different level. She felt defiled. Weaver pumped the contents of four more bulbs into her bowels -- a total of 16 oz of saline solution -- leaving the crumpled pods littered around her feet. She squirmed and kicked, but he easily held her down. When he was done, he stood back from her and observed her discomfort.

"Remove your skirt and come to me," he commanded.

With a groan, she carefully pushed herself off the machine and turned around. Heat roiled through her squirming guts, making her sweat even more than the hot, humid air. With trembling fingers, she unclasped her plaid skirt and let it fall around her ankles. She stood there in just her shirt and tie, her blouse lying above her thighs and her beige bra showing through. There were tears in her eyes, and though she felt hot all over, she was shivering. Her insides were on fire, aching and churning as the enema solution did its job. As she took measured steps towards him, she clenched her sphincter tight, fearful of losing her bowels.

"Please let me go to the bathroom."

"You can go once you've taken care of me," he said and pushed her to her knees.

Feeling defeated, Lacy unfastened his slacks and pulled out his fat dick. After stroking it with her hand to get him hard, she parted her lips and sucked his nasty, stinking cock into her mouth. The familiar taste sent a thrill through her body, despite her growing discomfort. She put all other thoughts out of her mind and focused only on pleasuring him. Drool ran down her chin as she bobbed her head on his prick, the concrete and coarse gravel scuffing her knees. Weaver groaned, running his fingers through her hair. He enjoyed watching her suffer and squirm. Lacy pressed her lips firmly around his shaft, working back and forth across his length while her tongue swirled around his crown. She didn't know how long she could endure the cramping in her bowels, so she worked overtime to try and make him cum quickly. After sucking him hard and deep, she slipped her mouth off his cock and moved down to lick and suck his balls. Then she slid her lips up and down his shaft, planting little kisses along his length. Her tongue sneaked out to tease his swollen underside until his tip was leaking precum like a busted pipe. Although she had him throbbing now, she knew this wasn't enough to make him cum.

"Fuck my mouth," she begged.

"No, you have to work for it, slut."

With a groan, Lacy grabbed his hips and slurped his prick back into her mouth. While bobbing her head against his pelvis, the busty teen gagged on his thick meat over and over. She was soon taking him down her throat with every pass. Thick, frothy slobber poured out around his pole, wetting the front of her blouse. Weaver moaned and trembled, his dick growing harder from her efforts. Desperation fueled her, drove her to debase herself for his pleasure. She gobbled his cock like a starving beggar until he was jerking against her tongue, but she was at her limit. As she degraded herself on his dick, a trickle of liquid escaped from her tense pucker and ran down over her perineum. Her guts were cramping, and her neck muscles were on fire. Still, she redoubled her efforts, using her hands to pull his hips towards her, her tongue massaging his sensitive underside as if to coax the cum from his balls. She repeated a silent prayer, begging for him to just hurry up and cum.

Suddenly, the old man grabbed her hair and buried his cock to the root. With a guttural moan, he came. As he poured his bitter seed down her throat, Lacy could no longer hold it. Her beleaguered sphincter gave, and with a choked wail of despair, the helpless teen unwillingly expelled the enema. Filthy liquid gushed out of her anus in stuttering jets, while tears of shame and frustration ran down her cheeks. As her expulsion spattered loudly on the concrete behind her, she pushed her hips back and spread her knees wider to ease the process. With her head held firm in his grasp, she had no choice but to gulp down his heavy load as she evacuated her full bowels. Despite her humiliation and disgust, she felt immense relief. The aching pressure in her intestines waned, replaced by an odd but not unpleasant emptiness. It kinda felt good, and to her shame, Lacy realized that her pussy was wet. For a few minutes more, the last remnants of her enema sprayed out from her distended pucker in sporadic bursts, and the old man's cock spat a few final ropes of watery cum into her mouth. When the flow of her expulsion finally abated, so, too, did Weaver's orgasm. He withdrew his spent member with a look of smug satisfaction.

As Weaver stepped back from her, Lacy stayed on her knees in a daze, trying to mentally cope with what had just transpired. Sweat, saliva, and tears covered her flushed face, and a few of his pubic hairs were stuck in her teeth. She felt violated in a way that was somehow more humiliating and dehumanizing than any of her previous rapes. And yet, her nipples were hard, and her pussy ached. She felt disgusted by her own body, by the pleasure rippling through her wanton, lustful flesh.

While she was still reeling, he dragged her to her feet and bent her over the machine once more. She didn't bother fighting him. He removed a package of sanitary wipes from his pocket and started cleaning her ass and legs. As he wiped her down, he was pleased to find her pussy was even more swollen and wet than when he had rimmed her earlier.

After he finished cleaning her, he stood up, and she heard him unbuckling his belt. She was certain he would finally fuck her ass. Despite feeling desecrated by her forced enema experience, the horny teen still desperately wanted to be fucked hard and brought to orgasm. With her bowels emptied, she was excited by the prospect of getting her tight asshole filled by Weaver's cock and cum. The old man, however, had other ideas, and instead of feeling his prick in her anus, Lacy felt a sudden stinging pain in her ass cheeks followed by a loud pop. She recoiled with a shriek. This couldn't be happening! With tears in her eyes, she turned to see him holding his belt, confirming what she already knew.

"Please, don't!" she sobbed.

"I told you what would happen if you didn't hold it."

The belt came down with a whoosh on her delicate rear again, causing her to yelp and jerk as if burned. Instinctively, her hands shot back to shield her vulnerable bottom from further abuse.

"Move them," he demanded.

"Please, I tried to hold it."

He paused, his hardened face softening by a degree.

"I know you did," he said gently, "now move your hands."

Looking over her shoulder at him, she saw in his intense eyes that any further discussion would only make matters worse. Reluctantly, she removed her hands and buried her face in her arms, resigned to endure her punishment. When he struck her again, she bit down on her forearm to stifle her shrieks. Pain radiated out from her bottom, down her legs, and up her spine. Lacy took panicked huffs of air through her nose, trying to maintain some semblance of composure. She was never spanked as a child, and she wasn't handling it well. Weaver allowed her a moment to gather herself before continuing. The fourth and fifth strokes landed in quick succession, searing across her backside like a hot poker. Angry red stripes blossomed on her bottom, and she was left shaking and weeping bitterly from the pain. Despite the agony throbbing through her butt, her pussy dripped copiously onto the concrete between her feet.

Just like that, it was over. Weaver slid his belt back on and then leaned over to gently caress her hot, red cheeks, soothing them. She was still crying and hurting, but his hands felt good rubbing her tender butt. He massaged her hips and lower back and then down along the backs of her thighs, soft kisses following in the wake of his hands. Eventually, she calmed, and her sobs stopped. After a while, he stood her up and pulled her into his arms, stroking her hair and upper back.

"You did well," he said, kissing the top of her head. "Good girl."

Those words made her heart flutter, and she felt butterflies in her stomach. She thought for sure he would fuck her now. He had to -- after all that, she'd earned it. Her painfully aroused pussy ached almost as badly as her punished buttocks. As she looked up into his gruff face, he wiped the tears from her eyes and kissed her. She kissed him back, pressing her naked body into his and throwing her arms around his broad, strong shoulders. When they parted a moment later, she was no longer upset.

"Wait five minutes before leaving so no one sees us together, and don't forget to come to my office after last period."

As he stepped back, he playfully rolled her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger, giving it a light tug.

"Don't be late to class," he said.

With a quick turn, he left her standing there naked and dumbfounded, pussy juice streaming down her legs into her socks. Was this a joke? She felt used and discarded, like the enema bulbs that lay scattered across the ground. He had wound her up and left her wanting more. It took her a few minutes to compose herself and start getting dressed. When she pulled her panties on, her pussy was still dripping helplessly, and the thin cotton was soon soaked through with her thick, sticky juices.

By lunchtime, she was so frustrated she could cry. Her pussy had not stopped aching and dripping since the morning, and she was desperate to cum. Normally, in this situation, she'd cut class to have sex with Simon, but he had tests and major projects. She'd even tried rubbing one out in the bathroom between classes, but she couldn't quite get there. She needed a cock in her. Becca and Hannah could tell something was wrong, but Lacy played it off as best she could. She just had to endure for a few more hours.

When the dismissal bell finally rang, she couldn't get out the door fast enough. Although she was still mad at him, lust overrode her lingering resentment, but to her frustration when she arrived, Weaver told her to sit and wait. He had daily reports to finish and emails to respond to, so she opened her notebook and worked on her homework while trying to ignore her drenched, achy cunt. Time passed so slowly sitting just a few feet away from him. She wanted him to just throw her down and fuck her already. By that point, she'd let him do anything he wanted to her just to get his cock inside her fuckholes. He could hurt her, beat her with a cane, force another enema up her ass -- whatever he wanted, just so long as he fucked her hard and made her cum. After nearly fifteen minutes, he checked the clock, shut down his computer, and stood up. Walking around his desk, he came to stand over her, his prominent bulge inches from her face. Without thinking about it, her head tilted forward, and she inhaled the scent of his manhood through his slacks.

"Gather your things and follow me."

"Where are we going?" she asked, but he didn't bother answering.

After locking the door behind them, he led her to a classroom on the far end of the east wing. When he opened the door, she was shocked to see two of her teachers waiting for them inside. They were Mr. Holt, her Chemistry teacher, and Mr. Nielsen, her Calculus teacher. Holt, at 44, was the youngest of the three. He was short and fat, and he kept his long brown hair swept back. Nielsen was only two years older than Weaver at 54. He was as tall as Weaver but thinner with a smooth, bald head. The two teachers looked at Lacy with the same lecherous eyes.

"What's going on here?" she demanded, looking back to see Weaver shutting the door.

"These men have also done a lot to help you, and you owe them a debt of gratitude. With less than two months left before graduation, I felt it was time you showed them your appreciation."

Her blood ran cold at the implication.

"No!" she shouted, "the deal was between me and you. I'm not fucking them."

"It's not up to you," Weaver replied, his voice hard-set and icy.

Grabbing her upper arm, he dragged her across the room to where the other two waited. She thrashed and fought as three pairs of hands began pulling off her clothes. Despite her struggling, the men quickly stripped her down to just her panties, socks, and shoes. In their haste to undress her, her tie was left hanging loosely around her bare neck. Holt stood behind her and pawed her tits, marveling at their tremendous size. Meanwhile, Nielsen stooped and peeled her panties down her long, luscious legs. Strands of clear honey stretched between her swollen sex and the thin garment. Her soft, smelly pussy was dark and puffy, crying out for attention.

"Goddamn, she's wet," he exclaimed. "She must really want it."

"Get off me, you fucking perverts. Aren't you supposed to be teachers?"

The men just laughed and continued molesting her. Three pairs of hands groped and caressed her breasts, butt, and thighs -- coarse fingers abrading her supple skin. Ensnared by their illicit desires, she had nowhere to turn, no way out. They explored her body with childlike curiosity, driven by lust, determined to fondle every inch of her. Large, strong hands kneaded her pliant flesh, while fat fingers rudely invaded her moist slit. One squeezed her tits as another massaged her bulbous bottom. The third brushed his thumb across her lips and slipped into her mouth.

Despite the rough treatment, Lacy turned to soft clay in their skilled hands, losing herself in the intoxicating sensation. An intrepid finger slipped into the crevice of her ass, tickling her puckered opening. She pushed out against it, allowing the digit to slip inside her delicate rose, the dry insertion hurting deliciously. Their threefold assault overwhelmed her senses, and her body tingled pleasurably wherever she felt their demanding touch. When their hands eventually parted from her, she was left dazed and bewildered, heart thudding in her chest.

While Weaver held her, the other two undressed. Lacy stared wide-eyed as their cocks were exposed. They weren't as big as Weaver's but still large enough to be intimidating. She unconsciously licked her lips. Nielsen pulled up a chair and sat on it, and Weaver pushed her onto his lap. She tried to raise herself off of him, but he pulled her down hard on his stiff pole, easily sliding into the depths of her juicy maw. She moaned in delight in spite of herself as her needy cunt was filled at last. For a moment, she forgot everything else and simply enjoyed the feeling of a cock inside her.