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Ray Dembrow staggered from the bed to one of the chairs and dropped into the worn upholstery. He leaned back as he cast a long look at Delisha Gamble. She had tipped over on her side and her long, taut body was covered with a fine film of sweat. Her brown skin glistened in the light of the bedside lamps. She pulled her legs up in a fetal position and Dembrow could see the puffy, swollen lips of her twat. His recently-deposited sperm was oozing out of her poon. Her shoulders shook and the guidance counselor realized she was crying. He leaned to his right and saw her face, slick with tears and snot. He pulled on his cock as he watched her sob. After masturbating aimlessly for a few minutes, he got up and unlaced her Timberlands. He threw the boots and socks into a corner. Delisha Gamble was bare-ass naked. Dembrow noticed that her toenails were painted the same dark red as her fingernails.
He leaned over her and whispered in her ear. "Were you making yourself up so you and your big friend could celebrate after you got rid of me? That backfired, didn't it?" His moist, hot breath filled her ear. "He's probably handcuffed over a chair in an interrogation room with his pants around his ankles. Ambrosia's got some boys on its PD'd fuck a pine knot if it'd hold still. They probably warmed him up real good." The fingers of his right hand walked down her arm and into the cleft of her ass. His middle finger prodded her puckered bunghole. "Yeah, he's probably taken about two and a half, three feet of pipe tonight." He pushed; the tip of his finger slipped into her anus.
"Please," she whispered. "I didn't know--"
"Didn't know what? How this would turn and bite you in the ass? You're right about that." Dembrow pushed a little harder; his finger penetrated to the second knuckle. He wiggled it around, letting her feel him inside her bowels, then he withdrew the finger and brought it to her mouth. "Suck it," he whispered. Delisha Gamble obeyed.
Dembrow scooted up onto the bed until he was spooning her, his front plastered to her back, her bound arms pressed into his chest and stomach, her fingers brushing his limp cock. He lay there for a while, feeling her lips and tongue working on his finger. He reached over her left shoulder with his left hand and began pinching and tweaking her tit, pulling at the nipple. He substituted his thumb for the finger in her mouth. "Suck hard," he hissed, pinching her nipple ferociously. Delisha's mouth began working like a calf pulling at its mother's udder. He squeezed her tit in his left hand, then pulled out his thumb. He inspected it for a moment. The digit was covered in a mixture of mucus and spit. He grinned and jammed it up her butthole. Delisha wailed as Dembrow thrust hard, seating his thumb firmly in her ass, her sphincter gripping the last knuckle. The guidance counselor pushed his ring and middle fingers into her twat, their passage aided by his own slippery juices that still coated her canal. Curled around her, Dembrow began to work his fingers back and forth while his left hand squeezed and massaged her titties and his tongue licked at her ear and the side of her neck. Delisha's eyes squeezed shut, but in spite of her abject shame Dembrow began to feel the telltale changes. Her nipples hardened as her pussy began to add its own lubrication. Dembrow squeezed his hand, trying to pinch his thumb and fingers together.
Delisha Gamble's eyes shot open and her cocoa-brown frame convulsed as she arched away from him. "Please, stop," she cried as her tender parts were squeezed. Dembrow simply held on for the ride. He continued sawing back and forth, stopping to pinch every so often. At some point in her torment Delisha pissed again, a small trickle of pee that ran over Dembrow's hand and stained her thighs. He could feel his thumb starting to move through something squishy. He plucked out his hand and held it up for inspection. His fingers were coated with a vile, slimy mixture of jizz, pussy juice and urine. His thumb looked like it was stained with walnut juice.
"Whew," he said as he jammed his hand into her mouth, "those are some dirty fingers." Her mouth too full to suck, Delisha simply drooled as she fought her gag reflex. The smell and taste nauseated her as her distended jaw began to ache.
Dembrow kept his hand pushed into her mouth until his dick was hard again. He pulled his fingers out and got to his feet. He pulled Delisha to her feet by one arm and pushed her stumbling into the bathroom. She worked her jaw, trying to ease the pain. The counselor took out an unopened toothbrush and toothpaste. He squirted toothpaste onto the brush and stepped behind her. "Open up," he said as he grabbed her jaw. He brushed her teeth and tongue thoroughly. Foam filled her mouth and spilled down her chin. Dembrow placed the toothbrush on the counter. Delisha's chin and neck were streaked with white froth.
"Gee," Dembrow said, "we need to rinse out your mouth." Delisha followed his gaze and her eyes widened. With a sudden burst of fear and loathing she broke for the bathroom door, but Dembrow grabbed the length of chain between her upper arms and yanked her back. Spinning her around, he forced her to her knees in front of the toilet. Bracing his feet widely on the tile floor, the counselor placed his left hand on the back of her head and grabbed the handcuffs with his right.
"Hold your breath," he said, and submerged her head in the toilet water. He held her there as she thrashed and kicked. His erection throbbed at his crotch. Grabbing a handful of hair, Dembrow pulled her head out of the toilet and dragged her into the bedroom, leaving a wet trail on the floor. Delisha coughed and gagged, blinking the water out of her eyes just in time to see the counselor straddling her head.
"You know what to do," he said as he squatted, lowering his ass toward her face. Delisha sobbed as his asshole touched her lips. Dembrow grabbed a handful of her pubic hair and yanked. Delisha's scream was muffled as he plopped his anus onto her open mouth. He twisted her pubes until she thrust her tongue out and began licking his ass. Dembrow settled back, his knees on either side of her arms as Delisha spit-shined his crinkled browneye. He rotated his buttocks, sliding them over her face, the wiry hair abrading her soft cinnamon skin, then settled his starfish over her tongue. He grabbed her nipples and yanked, causing her to stab her tongue into his puckered sphincter. Dembrow groaned with pleasure as she swabbed his back door until the wrinkled pucker slackened and allowed her tongue to penetrate his colon. He twisted her nipples as she ate out his ass, stabbing her tongue deep into his bunghole over and over again, the thick, meaty muscle of her organ of taste and speech penetrating far into his nether opening. Delisha's mouth and tongue ached and then grew numb but she continued rimming his hole.
The ache in his cock was finally too much for Dembrow to tolerate. He lifted his ass from her face and turned around, straddling her waste. Delisha's face was filmed with drool and sweat. Dembrow grinned and mashed her tits together, then slid his throbbing boner into the valley between them. He thrust back and forth, his long, hard member caressed by her abundant tit flesh. The purple head would disappear between her pressed-together mammaries, then slide out like a train leaving a tunnel until it nearly touched her chin before withdrawing. Dembrow tit-fucked her for a good fifteen minutes, stroking remorselessly until the flutter in his balls grew into a full-fledged tingling and his jism blasted across her face and neck, ropy strands of man-goo criss-crossing her mocha features.
He got up and looked down at her. She was covered in cum and sweat. "You know," he said. "I got to pee."
