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.
