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Subject: {ASSM} Song of the South: School Daze 6b--Parent/Teacher Conference
Date: Tue, 29 Apr 2003 07:10:05 -0400
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Song of the South
School Daze 6b
Parent/Teacher Conference
by
Manny Gotrocks
bigboy12@freeonline.com

Interr (WM/BF) Mdom, humil, forced rim

This is a nasty story.  Please don't read it if that bothers you.  If
you like the story, please let the author know.

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."

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