Girl crazed counselor

CHAPTER ONE

"Miss Richardson, may I talk to you for a moment?" Emmylou Mumm asked. She was standing in the high school hallway peeking into Miss Richardson's private office.

"Of course, Emmylou. I'm not busy, what can I do for you?" Miss Roberta Jean Richardson said in a smooth, calm voice. She was the high school counselor.

"I have a problem, but it doesn't have to do with what college I want to go to or anything like that," Emmylou said with a small blush.

"That's okay. I am here to take care of all sorts of problems," Miss Richardson said. The counselor was a tall blonde and quite beautiful.

Miss Richardson placed the palms of her hands flat on her ink blotter atop her desk and looked right into Emmylou's dark eyes. Emmylou sat down in the straight-backed wooden chair on the other side of Miss Richardson's desk.

"I'm not even sure how to begin. Let me put it this way, I am a senior in high school and I have never even been out on a date with a boy," Emmylou said.

"I find that hard to believe, Emmylou. You are so beautiful and sexy. I would have thought you would be quite popular with the boys," Miss Richardson said.

"I guess I am popular but boys don't trust me or something. Maybe they can sense that I don't care for them very much. I think something is wrong with me."

"What do you mean, you don't care for them very much, Emmylou?" Miss Richardson asked. The counselor's brain was working a mile a minute.

"I'm not sure. I talk to other girls and they get all starry eyes and hot and bothered when they think about handsome boys," Emmylou said.

"And you do not feel that way?" Miss Richardson asked. The tall blonde woman could feel herself getting fidgety and she told herself to calm down.

"No. Not at all. I think boys are all rather crude. I think about having sex with them and I don't feel desire. I feel disgust," Emmylou said.

"Has it ever occurred to you that you might just be a late bloomer. Some girls mature in that way more quickly than others," Miss Richardson said.

"I thought that might be the case too for awhile – but there is a part of all of this that I haven't told you yet," Emmylou said.

"Tell me the whole story. I am not going to be able to help you if you keep secrets from me," Miss Richardson said. The tall blonde licked her lips.

"I do have sexual fantasies – quite often, as a matter of fact, but – but…" Emmylou stopped and her face turned as red as a beet.

"But they are not about boys," Miss Richardson said, completing the sentence for the little girl. Emmylou looked relieved and even managed to force a smile.

"That's right. I have sexy daydreams all the time – but they are always about other girls. Girls my own age. Younger girls. Old and older woman," Emmylou said.

"It isn't anything to be ashamed of. It just means that you are a lesbian. There are many of us around," Miss Richardson exclaimed slyly.

"Us?" Emmylou Mumm asked, tilting her head a little to one side. Miss Richardson was looking at her with a funny expression in her baby blue eyes. Miss Richardson was looking at Emmylou in a way no woman had ever looked at her before.

"Yes, Emmylou. I am a lesbian also. I remember when I was your age, or maybe a little younger, I was just as confused. I felt like a freak of nature," Miss Richardson said knowingly.

"Precisely. You are amazing. It's as if you can read my mind," Emmylou said. The little girl realized the counselor was looking at her lustfully.

"I suppose you must be a very horny young lady, Emmylou, not having had any sexual contact at such an advanced age," Miss Richardson said.

"You better believe it! There are some nights when I can't even get to sleep because the ache down there is so great. You know, in between my legs," Emmylou said.

"Have you tried masturbation?" Miss Richardson asked. The tall blonde could feel the hot blood of her feminine arousal pumping downward in her body.

"The truth of the matter is that I haven't. I don't know why exactly. It's not that I think I am going to go blind or anything like that."

"Did your mother tell you that you would grow hair on your palms if you touched yourself in an impure manner?" Miss Richardson inquired.

"Yes, but I didn't believe her. She told me that nice girls always sleep with their hands above the covers, if you know what I mean."

"I do," Miss Richardson said with a knowing nod. The tall blonde could tell that both her inner and outer cunt lips were swelling rapidly.

"I guess when you get right down to it, I was afraid that I would like masturbation too much. I am afraid that I will become obsessed."

"Obsessed with your own pleasure?" Miss Richardson asked. She could tell that it wouldn't be very long at all before all of the mucous membranes down between her legs were thoroughly engorged with the hot blood of her lesbian horniness.

"Yes. I was afraid that once I started I would not be able to stop. I don't even know what an orgasm feels like. I don't even know what all of the fuss is about."

"Would you like to learn?" Miss Richardson asked. The woman could feel the little glans inside her pussy starting to secrete her natural lubrication.

"Are you going to teach me?" Emmylou Mumm queried with great interest. Her dark eyes were opened wide. She was obviously very excited.

"It would be my pleasure to teach you everything there is to know about sex. Of course, we will have to be very careful," Miss Richardson said.

"I don't understand. We don't have to worry about me getting pregnant or anything like that," Emmylou said with a funny frown on her cute little kisser.

"Oh no. It's just that I am a counselor and you are a student. I could get fired if someone found out we were fooling around," the woman said.

"I see. The LAST thing I want to do is get you in any trouble, Miss Richardson," Emmylou said. The little girl was leaning forward in her chair. The little girl was rapidly opening and closing her knees – as if she were trying to fan the flame in her crotch.

"After school today I want you to come to my apartment. Do you know where it is?" Miss Richardson asked. Her pussy was moist with juice.

The tall blonde woman knew that it would not be long before her pussy wasn't just moist. Not just damp. Soon it would be soaking wet!

"I do know where it is. You live in that big apartment complex right on the edge of town, right?" Emmylou asked. Her heart was pounding.

Indeed, the little girl's heard was beating so hard at that point that the little girl feared it would pound its way right out of her chest.

"That's right. Apartment 609. If anyone asks why you are going there you just tell them that we are discussing plans for your future."

"There is some truth in that," Emmylou said. "I have to go now but I will be over to your apartment right after school is over. I am looking forward to it. I have been kept in the dark for so long. I feel as if one of the great mysteries of life is about to be solved for me."

It was ten minutes before four o'clock on that Friday afternoon when Emmylou knocked on the door of Roberta Jean Richardson's apartment.

Roberta Jean was there and waiting. The tall blonde opened the door and let Emmylou in. They could feel the heat of their mutual desire.

Indeed, for a moment they were standing so close to one another that they could feel the heat radiating from each other's body. Both of their pussies were wet.

Miss Richardson locked the door and told Emmylou to set down her books. She took the little girl by the hand and pulled her toward her.

"The first thing you have to learn is how to kiss," Roberta Jean said. The tall blonde made a purring sound deep inside her throat.

Miss Richardson sounded very sexy – and remarkably like a real cat – when she made that feline purring noise. Emmylou's nipples were hard beneath her blouse.

Emmylou placed her hands on the back of Miss Richardson's neck. She folded her fingers together beneath the base of the blonde's skull.

Miss Richardson wrapped her arms around Emmylou's extraordinarily slender waist. They pressed the fronts of their bodies together snugly.

Miss Richardson was a good deal taller than the little girl. She stooped and Emmylou got up on her toes as their faces moved closer together.

Their faces moved together as if they were moving in slow motion. They both closed their eyes instinctively. They paused when their mouths were only a fraction of an inch apart.

For that fraction of a second they could feel each other's hot moist breath. Emmylou could feel her respiratory system being affected by her lust.

The little girl could feel her breaths getting shorter and closer together. Emmylou realized that she was panting – panting just like the wild animal she wanted so badly to become. Then Miss Richardson pressed her lips fully over Emmylou's super hungry mouth. The kiss felt even better than Emmylou had anticipated.

They kissed with only their lips for a spell, writhing their mouths together like two sets of sensuous pillows. Then their mouths opened.

Just as if they had rehearsed the kiss many times before in the past, each offered the tip of her tongue at the same time. Their tongue tips touched.

Emmylou shivered with delight. They flicked the tips of their tasters together and then began to roll their tongues over one another.

They explored the insides of each other's mouths thoroughly. They licked each other's teeth, each other's gums, the insides of each other's cheeks.

They sucked each other's tongues and quaffed deeply of each other's sweet spittle. The kiss lasted for a long time and they were both a little breathless from their lesbian passion by the time the kiss ended.

"How was that?" Miss Richardson inquired quickly.

"Oh my," was all the pretty little girl could say.

"Did you like it?"

"It was better than anything I could have dreamed," Emmylou said. "How does your pussy feel?" Miss Richardson queried.

"I can feel myself getting swollen and wet down there."

"That's good. That's how you are supposed to feel."

"Do you think, maybe, we could take off our clothes?"

"That's the best idea I have heard all day," the woman said.

And so, in a flash, they were both as naked as the day they were born. Miss Richardson took the little girl by the hand and led her into the bedroom.

They tumbled onto the bed in each other's arms. The little girl could feel the ache mounting in her loins, an ache more severe than anything she had experienced before.

Emmylou could already tell that the tall blonde woman was going to have no trouble at all making her orgasm. Her body was not reacting to this stimulation like that of a frightened virgin. She was getting hotter than a pepper sprout in between her legs. Her pussy tissues were thoroughly engorged and her cunt was soaking wet.

The little girl could feel her clitoris swelling into an erection, just like her nipples. She could feel her love button getting a little bit larger with each passing second – with each beat of her racing heart.

The little girl could feel her little man in the boat pushing out from under the semi-circle of fleshy sheath that usually all but covered it.

Emmylou could feel her clitoral foreskin being pushed upward – and out, of the way – by her growing clit. Her desire's focal point was practically demanding attention. Emmylou could tell that it would not be long before her clit would be so swollen that she would fear it was going to burst from the internal pressure.

Miss Richardson had Emmylou pushed onto her back. The beautiful blonde counselor moved her mouth to the side of Emmylou's neck and began to kiss and lick and bite her way up and down the little girl's jugular vein.

"So good!" Emmylou said.

She discovered that the woman had a magic mouth. At least she could do magic things with that hot mouth of hers.

Miss Richardson used her sharp teeth to give the little girl love bites on her neck – but she didn't bite hard, and her teeth did not linger in any one spot for very long.

Miss Richardson did not want to risk leaving any lasting marks. She flicked her tongue at Emmylou's earlobe.

The tall blonde pushed her tongue right inside Emmylou's ear and the teenager giggled with delight.

The counselor pushed her tongue deep into her ear canal – until Emmylou was covered with goose pimples.

Emmylou could feel the little dark brown hairs at the nape of her neck standing on end. Then Miss Richardson pulled her tongue out and moved her mouth to the front of Emmylou's throat.

She kissed downward to the cleavage between the little girl's tits. She began to kiss the left breast. She started at the outer edges of the tit and kissed her way toward the nipple.

She kept her tongue busy.

She kissed in a closing spiral, each oral caress a little closer to the nipple than the one before.

Then Miss Richardson found the nipple itself with the tip of her tongue. Emmylou began to moan and squirm.

"I can't believe how good it feels when you lick my nipple," Emmylou said. Her eyes were closed. She began to thrash her head from side to side.

Her tiny toes clutched and gathered at Miss Richardson's dark red bedspread. Her knees against began to open and close. Miss Richardson began to lick harder at that feminine erection – the pink rosebud at the tip of Emmylou's tit.

The little girl could feel her sexual anxiety steadily mounting – and she figured it had reached a point where it could get no more intense.

There had to be a saturation point – a point of no return. A point at which her orgasm became inevitable.

But Emmylou had no idea how many bridges she would have to cross before she got to that magic point.

The Miss Richardson wrapped her lips around Emmylou's nipple and began to suck it. She sucked it hard.

Miss Richardson made sloppy noises with her sensuous lips as she sucked as hard as she possibly could.

Miss Richardson sucked so hard that the skin all around that feminine erection was stretched taut.

The beautiful blonde lesbian pulled the whole tit upward – so that it looked much pointier than usual.

Emmylou Mumm could feel her nipple growing larger and harder than it had ever been before in her life!

The little girl could feel her pussy juices drooling from the base of her pink poontang slash. The crack of her ass was being lubricated.

Emmylou knew that soon she would begin to make a wet stain beneath her ass on Miss Richardson's bedspread.

Miss Richardson kept her tongue tip busy at all times. She licked and sucked at the nipple simultaneously.

The beautiful blonde then got her teeth on the feminine erection and she nipped at that tender rosebud.

Emmylou could feel twinges of pain mixing with her pleasure – but she did not mind the pain at all.

It was intrinsically sexual pain and she could feel it being translated into pleasure by her nerves.

The little girl heard the older woman growling like an animal. Miss Richardson lost her civilized soul.

The counselor became a untamed beast as she tugged at the nipple. Emmylou thought she would tear the nipple off.

The blonde shook her head from side to side a little bit with the nipple clutched between her choppers.

But Miss Richardson was not really out of control. She released her grip before any damage was done.

Emmylou could hear her whole breast make a funny noise as her nipple was allowed to snap back into position.

Miss Richardson then proceeded to repeat the whole process with the other nipple – once again going all the way from gingerly laving to harsh sucking and biting.

Emmylou was astounded by the size of her nipples. There were tears in her eyes as she opened them to look at her tits.

Emmylou could see that her nipples were protruding almost a full inch from the tips of her tiny tits.

Miss Richardson took those nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. She arched her fingers so that her nails would not get in the way.

Miss Richardson pinched and pulled at both nipples together and then released her grip. She placed her hands over the little girl's breasts.

Miss Richardson positioned her hands so that Emmylou's nipples were throbbing precisely against the centers of her flattened palms.

The beautiful blonde woman opened her long fingers apart as far as she could get them and began to massage those tits. She moved each breast in a sensuous circle.

She pressed Emmylou's tits together so that the little girl's cleavage was deeper and longer than usual.

Miss Richardson began to kiss the softness of Emmylou's belly. She tongued her bellybutton sensuously.

Emmylou discovered that this felt a hell of a lot better than she thought it was going to. She felt as if she were discovering brand new erogenous zones left and right.

Then Miss Richardson removed her hands from the little girl's tits. She kissed her abdomen, her loins.

Emmylou had the balls of her feet flat on the bed. Her knees were up in the air. She was stretching the muscles at the insides of her thighs. She wanted to get her knees as far apart as possible. Her pussy was a hungry mouth.

Miss Richardson placed her hand over that wet cunt and Emmylou thought her orgasm was going to start right then and there. She could feel her arousal take a quantum leap when her cunt was touched.

"I think I am going to hyperventilate, Miss Richardson."

"Try to relax. The more you relax the better it will feel."

"I'll do my best. I'll give it the old college try!!"

"I know you will. I understand your excitement, Emmylou."

"Everything is brand new to me. I can't figure it all out."

"There is nothing to figure out. It just feels good."

"It must be sinful. Anything that feels this good has to be bad."

"It is perfectly natural and healthy. Let the pleasure grow."

With that Miss Richardson began to move on the bed. She switched positions so that she was on her belly with her head between Emmylou's knees.

"You have a very pretty pussy, Emmylou," she said.

"Thank you, Miss Richardson," Emmylou replied sweetly.

"So pink and precious. Do you trim your pubic hair?"

"Oh no. That's the way it grows naturally. Honestly."

"I believe you. You have a wonderful body. You smell good too."

"I can smell my pussy all the way up here," Emmylou said.

"You smell like a beautiful seashell, Emmylou," the beautiful blonde said. Miss Richardson was kissing the insides of Emmylou's thighs, very, very close to the sides of her honey pot.

"I'll bet that I taste good too," Emmylou exclaimed hopefully.

"You have such a subtle way with hints, Emmylou," Miss Richardson said, offering a comforting laugh.

"I need to have my pussy licked so very badly," Emmylou said.

"All in good time, my little pretty. All in good time."

Miss Richardson bit at the insides of Emmylou's thighs. She worked her mouth right up to the edge of the little girl's cunt, but she never touched any of those hypersensitive mucous membranes with her sensuous lips.

Then Miss Richardson lifted Emmylou's legs and began to kiss her buttocks. Emmylou giggled at first at the sudden movement, but soon she was purring and moaning with her feminine enjoyment.

Miss Richardson forced Emmylou to curl back into a ball, her knees tucked to her chest. Emmylou reached up and clutched herself by the ankles.

Emmylou gripped her skinny ankles so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Miss Richardson was biting her ass.

The beautiful blonde pulled the little girl's ass cheeks apart so that the skin in the crack was stretched taut.

Miss Richardson could see that the ass crack was wet and shiny from the small teenager's cunt nectar.

Miss Richardson could see the juices continuing to drool from the teenager's tunnel of love – her chaste cunt.

The counselor thought that the natural lubrication looked like so many melted pearls as it oozed from that quim.

Miss Richardson opened the little girl's ass cheeks as if she were parting sections of a ripe fruit!

Emmylou could even feel some of the puckers in the mouth of her rectum being smoothed by that separation.

The teenager could feel a throbbing in her asshole – a hot craving pulse that she had never known before.

Her anus was tingling wildly and she realized that she wanted to be licked there quite badly – almost as badly as she wanted her cooze lapped.

Miss Richardson lowered her head so that her chin was almost touching the bedspread. If it had touched it would have been right on the wet spot.

The beautiful blonde woman parted her lips and stuck her tongue far out of her hot, wet oral cavity.

She placed the pointy tip of her pink taster at the very top of the crack of Emmylou's sweet ass.

She began to flick back and forth lightly and quickly. She drew her tongue upward – all the way to the asshole.

She flicked all around the anus and then across it with the flat part of her tongue. Emmylou squealed with joy.

Her voice was shrill.

Her face was red.

Miss Richardson rimmed the little girl's asshole clean and then tried to push her tongue up inside the hole.

Emmylou concentrated on relaxing the tight muscle at the mouth of her rectum, and she felt herself opening.

Miss Richardson was quite bold and drove her tongue right past the teenager's hot, willing sphincter muscle.

Emmylou could actually feel the woman's tongue touching her colon! The little girl's mind was boggling.

Her brain was reeling. She feared that she was going to pull a muscle if she were teased for much longer.

Emmylou was rocking back and forth on the small of her back rather violently. Miss Richardson pulled her tongue out.

The beautiful blonde placed the tips of her fingers on the outer lips of Emmylou's cunt. She allowed the little girl to lower her feet to the bed.

Miss Richardson pulled the cunt open and began to lap it hungrily. Emmylou thought she was going to shiver herself right out of her skin.

The little girl could feel all of her muscles tensing up on her involuntarily. She was so close.

She was on the edge. Her clit was ready to pop out of her cunt. Miss Richardson's tongue found the love button.

She flicked at it hard and fast and the little girl could feel the bombs bursting in air. Her mouth fell gaping open and she could hear her shrill cry filling the room. The little girl screamed bloody murder because of the intensity of the sensations she was experiencing at that moment. Emmylou realized that she sounded as if she were in great pain as she screamed. She sounded as if she were the victim in a cinematic torture scene. She sounded as if someone were doing something horrible to her with a set of carpenter's tools. Emmylou could feel the maddening rush of pleasure sweeping over her like waves in the ocean. She could feel herself drifting off to a far away place – a place that only remotely related to reality. She was on her way to never never land. The intensity of her sensations was beyond anything she could ever imagine.