Chapter 2 - Cock Therapy - Part 2

It had been three weeks, exactly three weeks since Mr. Ward had filled the slutty Anna Campbell’s jaw with his spunk, and things had never been better. In truth, The first week was the hardest, as paranoia had racked his every waking moment. The day following, the incident, he’d already packed a bug-out-bag, kept running shoes at the ready, and always made it a habit to carry mace wherever he went; Adam Ward was afraid of reverting into Adam Alinsky. At first, no public space felt safe, until suddenly they just did again. There had been no lustful gazes, no notes left on his car, and no ripe eggplants placed on his doorstep; that was the worst. After the first week the young counselor could finally breathe again. Miss Campbell still visited his office regularly during the school day but had only “serviced” him four of her last twelve visits; to his surprise she’d become a good little girl. Ever since the encounter with his mind-scrambling member the once self-absorbed teen had acquired a new lease on life, and to some degree she’d fallen in love; if not with him then with the hummer in his pants. Practicing to fit the enormous cock in her pretty little mouth had become one of her life goals. Beyond that Anna was already doing better in her classes and several teachers had reported a noticeably positive change in her behavior. The sky was bluer, students seemed less whiney, and life just seemed— 

 
“Mr. Ward?”, the young counselor was jolted from his seat, startled by the sudden intrusion; he really needed to stop daydreaming. It was Dean Artino, a middle-aged Italian bombshell who attempted to run Jonesville High strictly to code, but was failing in his humble opinion; given the drama that Anna told him about when she came up for air. Also, it wasn’t like the dean was a good example of a conservative role-model, making it a point to dress as sexually tantalizing as possible: sculpted long legs, a fit body, and gorgeously maintained tits, with a bit of surgery of course, made her the hottest faculty member at the school. For a woman of her early 40s she was a rare specimen and a Mr. Artino did his best to keep her happy. The buxom woman had expensive taste; each couple of days squeezing into a new tight-fitting dress, a fresh pair of designer heels, and kept her lips a lovely crimson. Regardless of her looks Adam often found himself dreading her arrival, as it always boded some scalding. He understood it to some degree, as it seemed every time she strolled into his office he was napping or dozing off, but that had been purely coincidence! While the young man did rest a lot he was a good guidance counselor, even though it wasn’t always so evident. Adam quickly jolted up in his chair at attention, “Hello Mrs. Artino, a pleasure to see—” “Mr. Ward, have you printed the class registration forms for next semester?” Shit! Also, why did everyone cut him off? “No ma’am, not yet, but I’ll—” She raised a single menacing eyebrow as if trying to pull some Jedi mind trick on him, except she’d have been a frigid Sith inquisitor, or would she have— “The forms, Mr. Ward?” Embarrassed, the scolded faculty member got to work and resumed his day, listening carefully as sharp heels clicked down the hallway; he let out a sigh of relief. 
 
Registration forms, they were no big deal to prepare, and as Mr. Ward toiled away before he knew it hours had passed; it was almost time for school to get out. Odd. By the end of the day he’d usually have had at least four students come to him with their first existential crisis or stressing about the ACT; today must’ve been slow. The final bell rung and Adam could hear the bustle of teenagers eagerly trying to escape the building, it was a Friday after all, and he was sure that they’d be drinking and fornicating. Or whatever else kids did in this town; the counselor would be staying late to finish paperwork. He liked most of kids here, honestly, but at times couldn’t help himself from feeling a little envious. Their carefree nature on the weekends and the fair-weather nature of some of their relationships was nothing he'd ever experienced. His “demon” made having any sexual relationship extremely difficult, for should his secret get out the consequences would be— There was a knock on his door. At first he thought it Mrs. Artino stopping in for a drive-by insult, but to his surprise it was a student, a girl; one that he hadn't seen around before.
 
The teenager had straight black hair that was cut into a tight bob and wore dark mascara and glossy purple lipstick, but what really caught his attention the most were bright green eyes; she was gorgeous by all accounts. It had not been long since his "other nature" had been awakened and as she sat down across from him, tears still pooling in her eyes, the slightly aroused guidance counselor couldn’t help but pick her apart. Soft porcelain skin, thick legs largely exposed by a short plaid skirt, and she was wearing a knitted purple knit sweater; it barely hid the lovely rack underneath. What are they feeding these kids? “A-Are you Mr. W-Ward?”, without hesitation she began wiping her eyes with tissue from a fresh box he'd left out. “That’s the name on the door.”, he chuckled while making a failed attempt at witty humor, but saw it fell flat when her sobbing worsened. Dammit. “I’m sorry, what’s your name hon?”, Mr. Ward extended a hand across the desk in sympathy, one which she promptly took with her free hand, yet the water works continued. “Gwyn, Gwyn Paltro”, she tried to get a hold of herself but salty trails persisted to cut through her make-up; she was a mess. “A pleasure, so what’s upsetting you?” With those four words it began, another sad saga, yay. Gwyn Paltro was a model student and never had any problems with faculty or administration, but most importantly her name stayed out of Anna’s mouth; she was a good kid by all accounts. So what was the issue: A B- on an art project. Really? What he didn’t realize was that the project in question was her capstone experience, also, from what he could ascertain Ms. Paltro was what you would call an “art hoe”; an attractive yet self-absorbed girl who was obsessed with whatever niche or avant garde artistic pursuit that was “hip”. It was a term that he was unfamiliar with but the black lace-choker seemed to be a giveaway. Adam had long since fallen out of style when it came to high school cliques so he just equated her to an emo/art kid hybrid. In fact, he’d created a whole system of classifying the different— “Anna said you really helped her when--.” Now it was his turn to cut someone off, “Anna? M-Ms. Campbell?” 
 
Wiping some of the black streaks from her face Gwyn began to show some signs of cheering up, “Yes! Anna’s been so nice to me recently and after I messed up on my portfolio she told me to come to you...” Mr. Ward could feel his hands grow clammy and the sweat building on his forehead, it was over. Years of protecting his secret had circled the drain in an instant, and Lord knew what would happen to him in prison! No, his life couldn’t end just like this! Adam was a fan of action flicks, notably the John Wick trilogy, The Matrix as well... Keanu Reeves in general, and if he could just karate chop her in the throat and vault— “She said you were a really good listener, and I thought I’d just come to you and talk before I went home.”, she was nearly finished crying now, and gently caressed his hand with her black manicured fingernails. Adam tried his best to offer her council but even the slightest touch from her lily-white hands was invoking the “demon” in his pants. Shit. Despite his impulses he listened for the better part of an hour, intently, doing the best he could to correct his wandering gaze; if he could just get a peek of those legs again. Anyways, before they knew it their time was up, and feeling much better the teenage girl rose from her seat; lusty thighs once again beckoned his attention. As she approached the door Adam felt a gentlemanly bone stir in his body, and promptly made his way to open the door for his busty client, simply grateful that he could head home. “Thanks, for listening Mr. Ward.”, she appreciatively thanked him; emerald eyes never breaking contact. Things had gone smoother than the counselor had anticipated, as it seemed his devout pupil wasn’t as loose lipped as he had previously thought; well, she was in another sense. Things had gone perfect until the last second, until one fatal second. She hugged him. Hugged him so suddenly that there was no time to react, to twist his body, to push her away even, before Gwyn tightly wrapped her thin arms around his lower chest. There was no containing what was in his pants and almost immediately the unwitting student felt it. There was a momentary pause before she shakily stepped away, both confused and stunned by the anaconda that had just brushed against her thigh. “Mr. W-Ward?”
 
“I wanna see it.”, they were both seated once again, the door to his office locked securely behind them. The once hysterical Gwyn Paltro was captivated by a new form of shock, as she begged to see what monstrous had just rubbed against her. Adam removed his thick glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration, He had been so close! In two ways! Anna would get a kick out of this the next time she was in... The goth-inspired art student repeated herself, “I wanna see it, Mr. Ward.”; she was truly persistent, a faint spark of fascination in her eyes. The counselor did his best to fight her off inquiry but was mesmerized as the words rolled from her soft, sweet, violet lips. I wanna see it; God what a little nymph she was turning out to be. “I p-promise I won’t tell! If that’s what you’re worried about!”, she enthusiastically pleaded, concealed jugs bouncing energetically. The intrigued young student was busting out all the tricks she knew, including the doe eyed lip bite; it was a classic he’d seen performed countless times by similarly foolish girls. It was typical, and he easily saw through such blatant coercion. At the same time his better judgement was no longer his better judgement; he had already tasted forbidden fruit. Precious Anna, new and improved, had graciously swallowed several loads of his seed; the line had long been crossed. The ex-bimbo was dedicated to his horse-like cock and he saw no signs of her giving him up in the near future; pious to the impressive prick. What was adding another tight-bodied teen to his new flock?
 
 “Ok”, his tone of voice was very matter-of-fact, “you can see it.” The moody dark attire no longer matched how she felt as her face now lit up with relief and excitement. Gwyn sat still in the cheap plastic chair, quietly and obediently anticipating her counselor’s hidden snake. The only recently turned 17-year-old knew it was wrong, but if what she felt was real? How fucking crazy would that be? Just thinking about how hard and thick it was as it rubbed against her made her hot inside. She had to at least see it, plus, the way her classmate ranted about Mr. Ward led her to believe there was more to the aloof counselor than met the eye; oh how right she’d been. Adam slowly stood up, and without hesitation swiftly undid his fly, letting the enormous dick flop freely from its confines.
 
 “Shit.”, it was even bigger than she’d imagined, and the imaginative teen had given him quite the benefit of the doubt.  “T-That thing is real?”, it slowly dawned on her little teenage brain the reality of the situation; she had asked for this, and now she had to deal with it. “So, was that it?”, Mr. Ward had his arms crossed and a grin on his face, watching has her mouth hung agape and her eyes fixated on his surprise. How, her mind raced as she studied his inhuman twitching phallus, how is it so big? “I w-wanna s-see. If it fits.”, the thick-built teen stuttered as she spoke those words and the counselor was caught off guard. He had fancied her an innocent, be it scandalously dressed, but innocent girl with no real reputation around school. It didn’t matter now though as he was already in too deep. Adam let out a preemptive sigh of victory, “Alright, you can—” She promptly got out of chair, brushed some of his paperwork off the table, and pressed her hands against the walnut desk, “I’m r-ready.”; she spoke as if she was also trying to convince herself. The lovely Ms. Paltro had only been with a handful of boys her age before, and despite their unique or “starved-artist” exteriors each of them had been painfully average where it really counted. In her teenage naivety she saw herself as a trailblazer, a rebel, and the inappropriate yet safe nature of hooking up with this sweet counselor “seemed” like a good idea; now she had to put out. The excited counselor almost ran behind her but decided to stay cool and collected as he carefully approached from behind, smoothly running a hand along her wide hips. Jesus, her ass was juicier than he thought, exposing it to the world as he lifted the plaid-mini skirt; she had no panties on. “Christ,” he mumbled while massaging her plush cheeks, “did you plan this?” “N-No.” The anxious teen shifted restlessly as he continued to feel her trembling body. Luckily, Adam Ward was a compassionate man, and able to tell that she was obviously nervous simply ran his hands over her shoulders with consideration and care; after all, he was an experienced lover. “We don’t need to rush, believe me, you won’t be able to.”, it wasn’t as suave as it sounded in his head. Still, Gwyn did feel more relaxed, slowly pushing her ass into his exposed crotch. 
 
It felt huge against her bare ass, and she couldn’t help but gasp as he grinded back against her. Mr. Ward continued, slipping his hands up her warm sweater to finally get a handful of her own stowed treasure. He was not disappointed by what he felt underneath, slowly massaging her lovely melons and working his fingertips to her hard nipples; it was about as divine as he’d assumed it would be. In his years of experience treating women to his “gift” a young Adam Alinsky had become well versed in the ways of foreplay; his time with Anna and the stunt of celibacy had thrown him off. Shivers went up teen’s spine as her body was masterfully worked by the guidance counselor, she tilted her head back and whispered to him, “I’m ready.” He’d heard it many a time from many a woman; he’d see if she really was. Stepping back and freeing one of his hands the young man grabbed the thick of his cock and pressed the tip against her wet lips. “That’s b-big”, she gasped weakly, “but g-go ahead.” “What do we say?”, he leaned in and nibbled her ear playfully. “Please?”, her reply was soft and submissive as she pushed her ass out further. The huge dick immediately drilled into her and the shapely goth girl trembled in reply; it spread her apart like she’d never been. “F-Fuck.” 
 
“Y-You’re doing good”, he simply kept a hand on her waist and the other firmly wrapped around the nape of her neck, inserting himself just past the middle of his unwieldly erection. Gwyn stifled a scream by biting her lower lip, trying to brace herself as her body tightened around Mr. Ward. God how she felt full; his veins rapidly pulsing against her inner walls. He found a rhythm, beginning to fuck the thick art hoe against his desk. His office was in the furthest corner of the faculty hallway and he had no qualms with her making some noise at this hour on a Friday. “F-F-u-u-u-u-u-uck.”, the poor girl could barely put together a word as the nearly footlong pole rammed her once tight snatch; she’d be ruined by this man but didn’t seem to mind. Mr. Ward gave the young woman what she wanted and could feel her body responding well, trying its best to tighten along the length of his anaconda. Her toes curled as she raised onto her tippy-toes in checkered vans. This isn’t possible. Gwyn’s green eyes rolled back as he slipped an index finger in her ajar mouth like a hook, “You alright?” His new fuck-toy couldn’t even muster a response, completely lost in the thorough dicking being delivered. She’d used fruits, remotes, and even a broom handle to relieve herself over the years, but they were nothing like this; bliss. Even though she could barely form a thought the newly awakened size-queen knew that this was all she’d ever need. She let out a long quivering moan before going entirely limp, unexpectedly cumming on his massive shaft. Luckily her guidance counselor, now for much more than school, caught her in his arms; gently placing her over the desk to recuperate. She both ached in both pain and immeasurable ecstasy, eyes rolled back and womanly nectar running down her leg. As much as he wanted to there was no way he was going to finish with the poor girl in her current state, he’d known that she wasn’t ready, but she’d done her best; that was all that mattered. Still, he didn’t wanna head home on a Friday night with a case of blue balls and considered relieving himself while his new lovely but naïve disciple rested. Click! With lightening reflexes Adam Ward and his monstrous member spun to face the office door, a dark silhouette prepared to enter. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! There was no time to hide the deed as the door slowly creaked open, a curious intruder entering: Mrs. Artino. 
