Girl crazed counselor

CHAPTER TWO

"Hey, Miss Richardson, I heard you like to make it with girls," Sandy Schiano said as she stepped into the counselor's office the following Wednesday.

"I beg your pardon, young lady," Miss Richardson said. Sandy was another senior girl. She had a reputation for being a bit of a slut.

"I heard a rumor that you were a lesbian. Is it true? I have to know," Sandy said. Miss Richardson thought Sandy was one of the prettiest girls in the entire high school.

"Why is this information so important to you?" Miss Richardson asked. The Italian teenager had jet black hair that was very very long.

"Because I am getting bored with making it with guys," Sandy said. Her hair was thick and full and grew in waves over her shoulders.

"And you want to experiment with a woman, is that it?" Miss Richardson asked. Sandy's hair fell low down her back in between her shoulder blades.

"Right. I was hoping that maybe you and me, we could – uh – get together," Sandy said. Her hair was parted in the middle and fell onto her forehead in bangs.

"You have to be cooler than that if you want to play ball with me," Miss Richardson said. Sandy's eyebrows and eyelashes were just as black as the hair on her head.

"I can be as cool as anybody. I don't kiss and tell, Miss Richardson," Sandy exclaimed. Her eyebrows had been plucked so that they were femininely angular.

"I know about your reputation with boys, Sandy. You aren't discreet," Miss Richardson said. Sandy's eyelashes were very long and curled upward at their tips.

"And I know about your reputation with girls. How cool are you?" Sandy said defiantly. Her lashes were so long that they licked lightly at her high cheekbones each and every time she blinked.

"I guess you have a point. I won't even bother asking where you heard the rumor from," Miss Richardson said. Sandy had an olive complexion.

"Yeah, I wouldn't tell you if you threatened me with torture," Sandy said. She had the sort of skin that tanned to a deep golden brown after a summertime in the hot sunshine.

"I suspected as much. You appeal to me, I must confess that," Miss Richardson said. The skin on Sandy's face was extremely smooth.

"Hey, and I think you are a hot chick too. Let's make it!" Sandy said with wide eyes. It was clear to anyone who looked at her that she was one of those lucky teenagers who had never suffered from a facial blemish.

"It isn't as simple as that, I am afraid, Sandy," Miss Richardson said, rather sternly. Sandy had large round eyes with dark brown pupils.

"What could be easier. You would have to teach me stuff. I don't know. You use dildos?" Sandy asked. Her pupils were so dark, in fact, that they looked as ebony as her long hair in the limited illumination in Miss Richardson's private office.

"If you like. I enjoy oral sex most of all, if you must know the truth," Miss Richardson said. Sandy had a small nose. A button nose.

"Yeah, I'll eat pussy. I have thought on it. I would eat my own pussy if I could – so why not eat another woman's cunt?" Sandy said.

The teenager's nose turned up at the tip. Her nostrils were on the pinched side, but they had a tendency to flare wide open whenever she was excited about something.

"Good point. You have to promise that you won't tell anyone what occurs between us," Miss Richardson said. Sandy's mouth was not large but her lips were full and sensuous.

"I cross my heart and hope to die, Miss Richardson. Mum is the word, baby," Sandy said. Her lips were always parted and a little puckered.

"I would prefer if you did not call me baby in the future Sandy. Miss Richardson will do," the beautiful blonde said with a frown.

"Heavy duty. You want to get together at your place. I would suggest mine but my folks live there," Sandy said with a shrug of her shoulders.

She had a pouting mouth. The Italian girl looked as if she were walking through life in desperate need of a hard tongue kiss. Probably true.

Sandy had a habit of running the tip of her tongue back and forth across her lips to moisten them. She did this at times when they were already wet.

"Yes, you will come to my office immediately after school. If anyone asks you why you are visiting me just tell them that we have to discuss a domestic situation. That will shut them up."

"Can do," Sandy said. "I guess I will take my leave. See you in about – let's see – an hour and a half." She stood and left the room.

Miss Richardson waved bye-bye.

"Hey, this is a nice place you got for yourself here, Miss Richardson," Sandy said, scanning the living room with her big brown eyes.

It would have been an understatement to call Sandy diminutive. She stood only five feet two inches tall and weighed a little under one-hundred pounds.

"I'm glad you like it. May I serve you a refreshment?" Miss Richardson said. Sandy had extraordinarily large breasts for a girl her size however.

The Italian teenager had boobs that stuck out far from her chest. In spite of their size they did not sag, not even a fraction of an inch.

"Yeah, have you got a beer or something. Maybe some wine," Sandy said with a smile. She never wore a bra. She didn't need to. Nature positioned her tits right where they were supposed to be.

They rested high on her chest. They needed no lifting and separating. They were sloped at their tops and rounded at their bottoms. The dark nipples pointed slightly upward.

"I would be caught dead before I served a student an alcoholic beverage," Miss Richardson said. Sandy's waist was very slender. Indeed, it only measured twenty-two inches.

Her hips were round both at the sides and at the rear. Her legs were not long but they were shapely. Her thighs tapered gracefully from her hips to her unscarred knees. Her calves were rounded but not overly muscled. Her ankles were trim and her feet were dainty.

"Well, ex-cuuuuuuuse me," Sandy said. "I'll have a Coke."

"Coming right up," Miss Richardson said. Miss Richardson lusted after and disliked Sandy at the same time. It was not necessarily a healthy combination for the larger, older woman.

Miss Richardson had been known to get pretty sadistic when she was in moods like this. Miss Richardson could get a kick every now and again out of abusing a smart ass cunt like Sandy.

"So you say that you are bored with making it with guys, huh?"

"Yeah, it's the same old thing over and over again," Sandy said.

"Have you ever played any bondage games?" Miss Richardson asked.

"You mean, let a guy tie me up and shit like that?" Sandy said.

"That's right. Some women find the restraint most appealing."

"I don't think I would get into it," Sandy said shaking her head.

"How do you know unless you have tried it?" Miss Richardson asked.

"I always did say that I would try anything once," Sandy said.

"Have you ever had anal intercourse?" Miss Richardson inquired.

"No way. A guy has no right up inside my fanny," Sandy said.

"There are many woman who enjoy being reamed," Miss Richardson said.

"I have a hard time imagining it," Sandy said with pursed lips.

"Maybe you are right. Maybe you aren't ready for anals. But bondage, yes!"

"Are you really going to tie me up?" Sandy asked anxiously.

"That's right. Relax. You are apt to get into it," Miss Richardson said.

"You want me to get out of these duds now?" Sandy inquired.

"Finish your Coke. Better go to the bathroom," Miss Richardson said.

"Yeah, don't want to get tied up and then realize I have to pee."

"Precisely, my precious. If you want I'll help you make a tinkle."

"You really are kinky, Miss Richardson. Pretty far out!!!"

"You said that you wanted to do things new and different," the beautiful blonde replied with a sexy – and slightly evil – smile.

They went into the bathroom together when Sandy was finished with her Coke. The teenager was wearing a pair of skintight peg-legged pinstriped designer blue jeans.

Those pants were so tight that they looked as if they had been applied to Sandy's body with a paintbrush. They revealed the cleavage between her buttocks. Even more provocatively, they revealed the cleavage between the raven-haired beauty's swollen cunt lips.

Sandy stood in front of the toilet with her back to it. She unbuttoned the single button that held the tops of her slacks together. She unzipped her fly.

The little girl pushed her tiny fingers under the tops of her blue jeans, pushing downward until her digits also worked their way under the elastic at the top of her underwear.

Sandy peeled down her jeans and her panties at the same time. Roberta Jean Richardson took a peek at the little girl's underwear. The panties were pink.

Miss Richardson could see that there was a little wet spot in the crotch of those panties. The counselor was pleased to discover that the little girl's cunt was already lubricating itself.

Sandy sat down on the toilet with her knees spread. Miss Richardson knelt before her with great interest expressed on her beautiful face.

"I want to be able to see the tinkle come out," Miss Richardson said. The little girl leaned forward a little and reached between her legs with both hands.

Sandy used the tips of her tiny fingers to peel back her inner cunt lips so that they would not get in the way of her golden urine.

Miss Richardson smacked her lips obscenely as she watched the yellow juice spurt from the pussy. Sandy felt naughty and good. She felt like showing off.

Sandy knew how to contract her muscles so that her urine squirted out like a masculine ejaculation – but the joke was missed on Miss Richardson.

When Sandy was done with her pee Miss Richardson said, "Let me wipe your little pussy for you."

"Okie-dokie," Sandy said cheerfully. The beautiful blonde tore off several sheets of toilet paper.

Miss Richardson stuck her hand up under the little girl's tail and Sandy let loose involuntarily with one last squirt of pee, getting all over the woman's hand.

"Ooops," Sandy said. Her face felt hot as she flushed with embarrassment.

"I guess you weren't quite finished yet," Miss Richardson said with a laugh. "Don't turn all red on me. I don't mind. I like it."

Miss Richardson wiped that pussy gingerly with the toilet paper and Sandy shivered. She had never been wiped by someone else before. It felt a thousand times better than when she did it herself.

Miss Richardson then stood and washed off her hands. Sandy flushed and began to pull up her pants.

"Don't bother. You might as well take them off. You aren't going to be needing them for awhile anyway," Miss Richardson said rather sternly.

Sandy sensed a new attitude in Miss Richardson, an attitude that she was not completely comfortable with.

Sandy was starting to suspect that Miss Richardson had quite a bit of the bitch in her – and she was about to let herself be tied up.

"I don't know about this bondage stuff," Sandy said as she removed her pants.

"It's too late to chicken out now. Come on. Hurry up," Miss Richardson said.

"Okay, okay. I'm hurrying. I'm hurrying," Sandy exclaimed, sounding as if she had just contracted echolalia.

Sandy kicked her panties off. Her shoes were on the floor. Miss Richardson took the Italian girl by the hand and led her into the bedroom.

"You will get on the bed on your back," Miss Richardson said. The tone of her voice made it clear that she was not in the mood to take no for an answer.

"Yes, ma'am," Sandy said with a salute that was supposed to be funny. Sandy could then see that Miss Richardson was not in the mood to laugh.

"I will get the materials with which you will be bound," Miss Richardson said, sounding quite formal all of a sudden. She went to the closet.

Miss Richardson decided that she was going to use nylon stockings to bind the little girl. Luckily her bed had four bedposts at the corners.

That made it perfect for bondage purposes. The second the woman got to the side of the bed she grabbed Sandy by her tiny left wrist.

Sandy could feel her arm being pulled back over her head very hard. Miss Richardson hurt the little girl. Sandy thought her arm would be broken at the wrist or the elbow.

She thought her shoulder might be ripped out of its socket and she let out a sharp cry of pain. Miss Richardson told her to be quiet and threatened to gag her.

Sandy's arm was pulled back over her head so that the elbow was locked in the straight position. Miss Richardson tied the first nylon stocking around the little girl's wrist and the wooden bedpost at the same time.

It was now obvious from the woman's behavior that she didn't give a shit how much she hurt little Sandy.

The black haired beauty could tell right away that the blonde counselor was relishing the pain she dished out.

The diminutive teenager could feel the nylon stocking cutting off the circulation of blood to her hand.

She could tell without looking that the tips of her left fingers were turning a deep purple color.

The little girl could feel pins and needles in the tips of her digits, but she knew they wouldn't be there long.

Sandy could tell that soon she would be able to feel nothing in her fingers. They would be completely numb.

Sandy tried to wiggle her fingers at the knuckles and found that she could only do this with increasing difficulty.

She could tell that before long she would not be able to move her fingers at all. They would be rendered immobile by the stringent bondage.

Since the head of the bed was pressed flush against the wall, Miss Richardson had to circle around the foot to get to the other side.

Miss Richardson moved with an animalistic grace. She moved as if she were a wild jungle beast in heat encircling her helpless prey.

Miss Richardson repeated the process with the other arm and moved to the foot of the bed. Sandy had an expression of unadulterated terror on her face.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because I think it is fun."

"But you are hurting me badly."

"That's what makes it fun."

"But why? Why, Miss Richardson?"

"Because I don't like your attitude."

"What about my attitude?"

"You are a smart ass, Sandy."

"I'll be nicer. I promise. Just untie me."

"Not until I have had my way with you."

"I will scream. I'll scream rape."

"That would be a mistake, Sandy."

"What would you do to me?"

"I would just beat the shit out of you. I would beat you until you couldn't scream anymore. You wouldn't tell on me and you aren't going to tell on me. You are too frightened of me to do that."

Miss Richardson grabbed both of the little girl's trim ankles at the same time, gripping them tightly, and she pulled her legs far open with a single sweep of her arms. Sandy could have kicked and struggled but she did not. She had decided that it was in her best interests to be cooperative and hope that the whole thing was over as quickly as possible.

Sandy could feel her ankles being tied to the bedposts at the foot of the bed. Her eyes filled with tears so that she had to blink more frequently than usual to keep her vision clear.

Sandy could feel her pussy opening and becoming vulnerable. It was then that Sandy began to feel her horniness and her fear mixing inside her rattled brain. They were melting together. Sandy could tell that it wouldn't be very long at all before her terror and her lust were all but indistinguishable.

Miss Richardson opened the door to the closet and got up on her toes so she could reach a shoe box that was on the top shelf. She pulled it down.

Across the top in block letters written in magic marker, it read, "TOYS." Miss Richardson took off all of her clothes. Sandy had to admit that the blonde – as cruel as she was – had one fantastic body. She was like an amazon woman!

When Miss Richardson was naked she flicked the top of the cardboard box off with a flick of her thumbnail.

She reached inside and pulled out a huge black rubber dildo. Sandy's eyes went wide when she saw it.

Indeed, the Italian girl's eyes opened so wide that the whites were visible all the way around the pupils.

"You aren't going to try to get that whole thing inside me are you?" Sandy said with a trembling in her voice.

"I told you I was going to give you a fucking that you will never forget," Miss Richardson said.

"But you will tear me apart if you try to fuck me with something that big," Sandy said. She was close to panic.

"Yeah, but what a way to go!"

"Please have mercy on me."

"I don't know the meaning of the word."

"Oh Lord, I'm in trouble now."

"I think that most of your fright is in vain. You are not exactly a virgin, you know. Besides, your pussy is more elastic than you give it credit for."

"I hope so."

"Have you ever heard of anyone who was fucked to death?"

"No."

"Well, there you go. You are only going to make it worse for yourself if you get all tight with fear."

"You tie me up and threaten to beat the shit out of me and then tell me not to be afraid?" Sandy said.

"Absolutely. You should be trying to have a good time. You should be concentrating on enjoying yourself."

"You are crazy."

"Perhaps."

Sandy noticed that there were elastic straps at the base of the dildo. These were there so that Miss Richardson could strap the fake dong on, and wear it as if it were a real cock.

Miss Richardson pointed out that there were little rubber bumps on the base of the dildo. These would fit snug over the woman's clit when she strapped that ersatz prick on.

The little bumps on the base of the dildo reminded the bound Italian girl of the bumps one might expect to find on the surface of a ping pong paddle.

Miss Richardson put the dildo on. As she leaned forward at the waist Sandy could see her breasts grow larger. Miss Richardson's tits always did that when the force of gravity was in their favor.

When she had the dildo on, standing at attention before her loins, the tip pointing slightly upward, she began to march around the room. Sandy noticed that her gait had become increasingly masculine.

Miss Richardson prowled the bedroom waving her shoulders from side to side, rather than her hips like usual. The little girl tried to imagine how deep inside her lower belly the tip of that rubber pole would have to push before her inner cunt lips had the honor of gripping the spurious dick at the hilt.

Hell, she tried to imagine her inner cunt lips opening up far enough to take just the molded head of that humongous dildo. But it was no use. Her imagination failed to conjure either image. One thing was for sure, Sandy knew that her pussy was going to be forced to stretch – both length-wise and width-wise – further than it had ever been asked to stretch before, and that was saying something considering the number of boys the little girl had allowed to fuck her.

Miss Richardson got up on the bed. She was kneeling with her back straight. Her knees were close together, both in between Sandy's forced-open thighs. The tip of the dildo bounced up and down a little bit.

"Please be gentle," Sandy said with a whimper. The woman then leaned forward so that she was on all fours. Her palms were flat on the bedspread beside both of Sandy's underarms.

"Don't be silly. I fully intend to fuck you as hard and fast as I possibly can," Miss Richardson said with a small, sadistic laugh. Her fingers were parted on the bed. Sandy was starting to sweat.

A combination of hot sweat – the steamy sweat of her sexual exertion – and cold sweat – the icy perspiration of her terror – oozed out of all of the pores on her delicious and diminutive body. Her pussy was getting very wet.

Sandy could feel the many fold of mucous membrane in between her thighs tingling wildly. Indeed, her poontang flesh felt as if it had suddenly developed a mind of its own.

Miss Richardson kicked her long legs out behind her – keeping her feet close together – so that she was up on her toes looking as if she were about to do a series of push-ups on top of the bound raven haired beauty.

The beautiful blonde woman supported the weight of her upper body with her left arm exclusively and reached back with her right hand. Miss Richardson made a tight fist around the base of the dildo.

The high school counselor gave the ersatz dick a couple of quick squeezes – as if it were a real dick and she were making sure it was fully erect. She moaned as if those little squeezes were actually giving her pleasure.

The beautiful blonde woman then used her right hand to guide the tip of that huge dildo in between the little girl's legs. Sandy could feel the rubber tip touching her little man in the boat.

Miss Richardson rubbed Sandy's clitoris in a small sensuous circle. The bound beauty could feel her arousal getting worse by the second. There was an itch deep inside her cunt now that was demanding to be scratched.

Then Miss Richardson rubbed the blunt tip of the spurious dong up and down the entire length of the little girl's cunt slash. Sandy moaned with delight at that stroke. Miss Richardson was covering the molded head of the dildo with a liberal layer of natural lubrication.

Miss Richardson knew that the initial penetration of the little girl's cunt would demand less work on her part if the tip of the rubber pole was all wet and slippery with the nectar from Sandy's oozing cooze.

Miss Richardson then moved the tip of the dildo down to the base of Sandy's cunt, to the mouth of her eager fuck hole, in between her protruding and slightly curled-back inner poontang lips.

Miss Richardson then moved the round cheeks of her ass back a few inches. She wanted the stalk of the rubber lance to be at the appropriate angle for deep-vaginal penetration. She tensed the muscles in her ass cheeks and pressed her buttocks together as tightly as she could.

She began to push.

"Loosen up!"

"I'm trying!"

"Concentrate on nothing but relaxing your pussy muscles."

Sandy did as she was told – although there was a time when she believed they were attempting something that was physically impossible.

Sandy feared that they were attempting to put a square peg in a round hole. Her pussy was too tight and that log of rubber was too thick.

It was as if the beautiful blonde woman were attempting to fuck her with a baseball bat. Miss Richardson knew what was needed to get things started.

A little brute force was in order. Luckily, brute force was one of those things of which Roberta Jean Richardson had plenty. She took a deep breath.

Miss Richardson completely filled her lungs with air. She then grunted out all of the air at once and drove downward with her feminine lower torso.

Things began to happen rapidly. The little girl could feel her pussy being stretched into a gaping mouth. Her cunt opened further than it ever had.

She could feel the mucous membranes stretching taut. Sandy figured that her cunt really would have torn open had that rubber pole been a fraction of an inch greater in girth.

Miss Richardson began to push downward with a smooth steady pressure, pushing the tip of the dildo deeper inside Sandy's cunt a millimeter at a time.

Sandy could feel the focal point of her womanly desire shifting from her clit to a spot inside her cunt, very close to the mouth of her womb.

Sandy could tell that something wonderful was going to happen inside her body when the tip of the ersatz dick touched that magic spot.

Smack! The dildo whacked the cervix very hard – and the little girl could feel a lightning bolt of pleasure shooting up and down her spine.

The lightning bolt started at her tailbone, shot up to the base of her skull, lingered, and then returned to her molten honey pot.

Sandy could feel the tip of the black rubber dildo touching the back wail of her cunt – and she found this particularly thrilling because she knew there were still several inches of rubber remaining to be inserted at the base of the dildo shaft.

Sandy knew precisely how far she was going to have to stretch to take the whole dong at that point – and she knew she was up to the task. Miss Richardson had to grunt to get the last few inches inside.

The dildo was all the way in.

The penetration was complete.

The little black haired girl felt as if she were impaled on that dildo, as if it were going all the way through her.

Her pussy was stuffed to the brim when Sandy said, "Fuck me. Fuck me very hard. Please."