Girl crazed counselor

CHAPTER NINE

"So you are afraid you are a lesbian, huh, Roseanna?" Roberta Jean Richardson said with her hands folded together on top of her desk. "Yes, Miss Richardson. Sookie says that it is possible to like both, but I don't know," Roseanna said. Her voice was trembling. She couldn't believe that she was actually having this conversation.

Roseanna had bared the most intimate secrets of her young life to the beautiful blonde woman and now she had to deal with the fact that she and Sookie were no longer the only ones who knew about their incestuous relationship.

"Of course it is possible to like both. In fact, there have been real doctors who have said that EVERYONE is bisexual to one degree or another."

"They were probably bisexual doctors," Roseanna said. "I wish that I would meet a boy that would be patient with me and go slow."

"Do you think you would be more nervous your first time with a boy than you were the first time with Sookie?" Miss Richardson queried.

"Absolutely. Making love with Sookie, well, in a way it was like making love to myself. It still is, but the feeling was most intense when we started."

"How so?"

"I pleasure Sookie just as if I were pleasuring myself. When I lick her cunt it is, at least a little bit, like I am going down on myself."

"Do you consider your sister merely a mirror image of yourself?"

"Oh no. I am always aware that we are separate individuals," Roseanna said.

"That's good. Since you have told me your secret, I will tell you mine. I am a lesbian, Roseanna."

"Oh my," Roseanna said placing her hand to her mouth. "You aren't going to be much good at finding me a boyfriend, are you?" Roseanna was blushing.

"I suppose not. But I can offer you a good time," Roberta Jean said. Roseanna laughed. The counselor was so frank that Roseanna didn't even have time to be offended by the proposal.

In fact, she blurted out her initial reaction without thinking very much about it at all. "I bet you could," she said.

"Are you remaining faithful to your sister?" Roberta Jean asked.

"You mean sexually faithful or sisterly faithful?" Roseanna asked.

"Sexually faithful. Are you remaining true to her?" Roberta Jean asked.

"Not purposefully, I just haven't had any opportunities," Roseanna said.

"Consider this an opportunity," Roberta Jean said, her blue eyes twinkling.

"Then I guess the answer is no. I'm not remaining true," Roseanna said.

"Are you afraid that having another lesbian relationship will harm your chances of one day making it with boys?" Roberta Jean asked.

"No. I think it might be a lost cause already," Roseanna said.

"Would you like to come to my apartment with me?" Miss Richardson asked.

"No. It's such a beautiful day. I want to be outdoors," Roseanna said.

"Have you and Sookie ever made it outdoors?"

"Uh uh," Roseanna said shading her head from side to side.

"Then you must try it. The breeze on one's naked body… it's heaven."

"Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever been naked outdoors."

"I know a place out in the country where we can go," Roberta Jean said.

"I would have to call home and lie or something. I think I can do it."

"Good girl. In my car we will be there in less than an hour," Roberta Jean said.

"Tell me about this place out in the country. What is it like?"

"It's very close to where I grew up, in Jefferson County. I know a long dirt road that heads deep into a woods. This time of year there aren't any bugs. You wouldn't want to go there in July after dusk because the mosquitoes would eat you alive. But it will be nice now. The night breeze is warm enough, but I'll bet the earth is still moist."

"Just like me," Roseanna said with glee. "Tell me more!"

"At the end of this dirt road is a babbling brook that is shallow enough to wade around in. There are flat rocks in the brook that are perfect for sunning."

"Did you skinny dip there when you were young?" Roseanna asked.

"No," Roberta Jean replied, momentarily somber. "But I wish I had."

Roseanna dropped the subject and excused herself to make the phone call. Her mother said it was fine if she studied late with her friend Felicia and then spent the night. Mommy never checked up on Roseanna. She was too worried about Sookie. Roseanna was the one she could trust.

Roberta Jean smiled alone in her office sitting at her desk. When it rains it pours, she thought to herself. It had been one hell of a semester.

In the car during the ride Roseanna said, "Did you hear the news, Miss Richardson?"

"What news?" the blonde woman asked.

"You remember that guy who raped Melinda Madison and that other girl?" Roseanna said. Roberta Jean could feel a chill running up and down her spine.

"Yes. How could I forget?" Roberta Jean said nervously.

"Well, he escaped from jail. Him and three other guys. Nobody knows how they got out. It was in this morning's paper. There is a rumor that it was an inside job – that someone paid off a guard or something like that."

"I sure hope that maniac doesn't come around here," Roberta Jean said.

"Me too," Roseanna said sincerely. Her green eyes were temporarily filled with gloom. There was something about Oriental chicks that made Miss Richardson super-hot. She could feel her panties getting all wet right there in the car. The ride was only going to about forty-five minutes – but it was going to feel like much longer to both the blonde counselor and the black haired teenager.

It was getting dark by the time they arrived at the end of the dirt road. Everything was bigger than Roseanna had imagined it to be. The brook, the sky, the trees, the grassy knoll where they would sprawl.

Roseanna became suddenly aggressive the second they arrived on the spot. She breathed fresh air into her lungs and felt her sap running. Roseanna kissed the older woman hungrily on the mouth. Even as their lips pressed together the little girl was unbuttoning the woman's blouse. The little girl pulled out one breast and began to squeeze it.

Roseanna lowered her face to the woman's bosom – by this time having the blouse unbuttoned all the way so that both jugs were exposed.

Roseanna licked and sucked at both nipples. Roberta Jean pulled away and suggested that they both get completely naked. The little Oriental girl thought this was an excellent idea.

They sprawled naked together in the grass. The earth was cool and – just as Roberta Jean had suggested earlier – it was still a little moist. By this time Roseanna's pussy was not a little moist. The ripe Oriental poontang was soaking wet with the natural lubrication being secreted by the little glands inside her virginal pussy. They pressed the fronts of their bodies together as they necked wildly. They rubbed their tits together. Roberta Jean's tits, naturally, were a good deal larger than the petite Roseanna Ho.

"I want to eat your cunt," Roseanna said.

"Devour it. Eat me. Be a cannibal."

"Oh, I want to taste you. Drink your juices."

"Quaff deeply from my twat's honey." Roberta Jean opened her knees and the little girl went down. Roseanna dipped her tongue lightly into that molten honey pot.

She laved gingerly at the near-convulsable cooze. The petite Oriental girl used her tongue gingerly across the pink tissues. Roberta Jean, it was clear, was loving each subtle caress a little more than the one before. Her pleasure was mounting. There was no one within miles of them. There was no reason to suppress their exclamations of pleasure. Roberta Jean Richardson began to moan and groan loudly with her feminine enjoyment right from the very first lick to her drooling quim.

Then – all of a sudden – Roseanna Ho began to suck hungrily at the blonde woman's pink cunt. She sucked at the hole, drawing the juices right out.

Then she sucked at the clit and gave Roberta Jean a remarkable come, a come that made the top of the counselor's head feel like it was going to blast right off because of the pressure inside her rapidly reeling brain. The veins at the blonde's temples were bulging and protruding, dilated with the intensity of her orgasmic sensations.

When Roberta Jean became still the little Oriental girl could feel a tremendous ache both inside and outside of her pussy.

"The problem with being a lesbian is that you only have the outside of your cunt pleasured," Roseanna said. "I still feel a desire for penetration, but I tense up at the thought of a man's cock getting near me."

"You don't need a man's cock for penetration," Roberta Jean said.

"No?"

"If you like, I'll pop your cherry right now for you," the woman said.

"You mean, with your fingers, Miss Richardson?" Roseanna inquired.

"That's right. As you can see, I have very, very long fingers."

"They sure do look like they could fit far up inside me."

"My fingers could penetrate to your dimpled cervix – and beyond!"

"Wow, and three of those fingers would stretch me like a real dick."

"Especially if I twisted them as I worked them in and out of you."

"You are making me seethe talking to me like this. I can't," Roseanna said.

"You can't what?"

"I can't say no," the Oriental girl said. "Will it hurt?"

"Maybe a little. I promise I will be very gentle," Roberta Jean said.

"Maybe a little cold water to numb the tissues first would be good?"

"You don't want to be numb. You want to feel everything. The cold water will numb your pleasure as well as your pain."

"I guess you know best, Miss Richardson," Roseanna said.

"Of course I do, sweetheart. Of course I do. There is an advantage to having your cherry popped by my fingers, you know."

"What's that?"

"My fingers can pry the hymen open and maybe open it far enough without tearing the flesh. A cock would just bust it right away," Roberta Jean said.

"I bet that you will be more gentle than any guy would anyway," Roseanna said. The little girl could feel her juices flowing out of her twat as she sprawled back in the grass and opened her legs. Roseanna folded her hands behind her head so that her elbows were pointing in opposite directions. It was dark outside by this time, very, very dark, and the little girl could see a plethora of stars in the sky. The older woman stroked rightly at the little girl's tits, belly, ass and inner thighs. She then rubbed up and down Roseanna's outer cunt lips with her fingertips. The pink flesh there was already slippery from her wetness. The woman massaged the clit for a moment, but not for too long. She quickly worked her fingers in between the inner cunt lips, at the mouth of the little girl's unused fuck hole. The woman worked her fingers up under the base of the pubic bone and found the hymen. The little girl tried to relax. She could feel the tissues stretching and – yes – they tore a little bit. She let out a sharp cry of pain as the older woman's fingers pushed past the now useless hymen into the inner cunt – touching the petite Oriental girl where she had never been touched before.

Deeper and deeper the finger went into her cunt, the tip pressing the cervix, exploring the tissues between the mouth of Roseanna's womb and the base of her pubic bone, then even deeper, past the cervix, into the innermost soft folds, all the way to the back wall of her vagina. Two fingers – then three fingers, twisting and working in and out. Roseanna tensed her internal muscles and squeezed at the woman's digits as she felt herself being fucked by them. Roseanna's ass began to move on the ground. She gyrated her hips. The pain went away. She suddenly became very glad that she had not deadened the tissues with the cold water from the babbling brook. Her entire cunt was on fire – feeling quite differently from the horniness she had experienced when messing with her sister.

"More! I want more! Push four fingers inside me!Miss Richardson! Even more than that! Stick your whole fist up inside my pussy! That's it! You are not hurting me! The whoee fist! Ican feee it! I can feee it! Arrgghh!"

Miss Richardson was astounded. She had pushed four tightly clustered fingers inside that bleeding poontang, pressing the tip of her thumb precisely against the center of her hollowed palm. She had straightened her right arm, stiffening her wrist. She had moved one knee behind the other in the cool green grass so she could get the entire weight of her upper body behind the seemingly impossible penetration effort. And then that beautiful blonde woman had watched with wide eyes in the dark as the little girl's cunt opened further than one would have thought possible. Yes, Roberta Jean watched with the white showing all the way around her pupils, as her entire hand disappeared inside that super-hungry Oriental poontang.

"Fuck me with your fist! Miss Richardson! Harder! Deeper! Fuck me! Twist it when you fuck! Make it hurt! Oh God! Oh God! So fucking good!"

The blonde woman pulled the fist all the way out and then punched it back in. She twisted it. The fist fuck became increasingly brutal. Then the little girl's screaming stopped and she fell limp in the grass.

She had passed out from the intensity of her sensations.