Unknown - Girl crazed counselor

As it was she had no idea when the fuck would end. As far as Sandy knew, the older woman was going to fuck forever. She figured the inside of her cunt was going to be rubbed raw by the humping dildo.

It came completely as a surprise to Sandy when the beautiful blonde woman rammed the entire length of the dildo inside her and kept it there.

There had been a last minute flurry of the woman's hips. During the final stages of the fuck the woman was moving her ass up and down so fast that the cheeks were a blur to the naked eye.

The blonde woman rubbed her spasming clit against the rubber bumps at the base of the pole as hard as she could and felt her whole cunt explode into fiery pleasure.

"Aaaaarrrrrggggghhhhh!!!" Roberta Jean Richardson screamed as she felt each and every one of her nerve-endings being affected by her intense climax.

Then the passion was through. The woman pulled the dildo all the way out of the girl's cunt. Sandy could feel her pussy getting a chance to relax for the first time in what felt like ages.

Miss Richardson untied the little girl from the bed. There was no longer any hostility between them. They kissed tenderly on the lips.

Sandy went down on Miss Richardson while the woman was still wearing the dildo. She licked all of her own cunt juices off of that pole.

Now that the little girl's horniness was appeased she was aware of how severely her internal tissues had been ravaged by the lesbian fuck.

Sandy could tell that she was going to be very sore down there between her legs for a few days. She knew that she would not be able to take a piss without thinking of Miss Richardson for some time.

The thought of closing her legs struck Sandy as ridiculous. The thought of crossing her legs would have struck her as even more ridiculous than that.

"You must go now," Miss Richardson said.

"But why?"

"Because I said so."

"Is that the only reason you will give me?"

"Yes."

"I guess I should put on my clothes," Sandy said dejectedly.

"The quicker the better. I want to be alone," Roberta Jean said.

Sandy slowly gathered up her clothes. She was glad that the sensation had returned to her hands and her feet. Her fingertips and her toes were no longer purple.

The little girl left the apartment without kissing the counselor goodbye. The incident was so weird that Sandy began to wonder if it had ever really happened at all.

She thought it was just a dream by the time she got home.

Roberta Jean Richardson crawled beneath her covers and touched her pussy gently.

The halls were darkened. Melinda did not feel afraid. She had made this walk after practice many times and nothing bad had ever happened to her.

She had no way of knowing that this evening was going to be different. She had no idea that danger lurked in those darkened halls.

Melinda was still wearing her cheerleading uniform, in which of course she looked extremely cute. Her little pleated skirt was hemmed well above her knees.

The skirt was a pale blue, a powder blue color. She wore matching panties – because they showed every time she leaped up in the air.

She was wearing a matching sweater. On the front of the sweater was sewn the white letters of her high school. She wore a silver bugle around her neck.

Her sneakers were very white and her blue ankle socks were neatly folded over at their tops. There was a bounce in her walk. Her gait betrayed her youthful zest for life.

She had curly red hair that sat up on top of her head like a mop. She had a fair complexion and there was a sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of her nose.

Melinda was walking past a storage room – which she presumed to be locked and empty – when it happened. That storage room door opened and a huge arm appeared before Melinda.

Before the little girl could react that arm had her, fingers squeezing into her flesh, bruising her. She was pulled right into the storage room and the door was shut behind her.

Melinda tried to scream but a huge hand covered her mouth. She could smell the scent of a stale cigar and cleaning fluid inside that little room.

A light was turned on. There was terror in the little girl's eyes. Melinda Madison had never been so frightened in her entire life. She prayed that she would never be this frightened again.

She could feel the icy sweat of her terror oozing from every pore in her body. She could feel her heart leaping upward into her throat. Her heart felt as if it skipped a beat.

Then she heard the voice.

"Be quiet. One little noise out of you and I will kill you. I can snap your neck right now if I want to," said the man's husky voice. The voice sounded muffled.

The man released his grip on the little girl's face and she looked back over her shoulder to see the face of the man who was attacking her.

But the man was wearing a nylon stocking over his head so she couldn't tell who it was. Melinda decided that she didn't want to know who it was anyway.

"What are you going to do to me?" Melinda asked. Her voice trembled. She could feel tears of fright welling up rapidly inside her pretty eyes.

"Baby, I am going to give you the time of your life," the man said. He released his grip on her entirely and reached inside his pocket.

The man pulled a long knife out of his pocket and held it in front of the little girl's face. She was shivering very hard. The blade looked sharp and she could imagine it against her throat… "I want you to get down on your knees before me," the man said. It was clear from the tone in his voice that he was not in the mood to take no for an answer.

The little girl knew that she was going to be raped. She was a virgin and her heart was breaking. She had thought many times about losing her virginity.

Her fantasies were all very romantic, filled with the obligatory handsome fellow, candlelight dinner and a soft bed. But this! This was the most horrible way to lose one's virginity that Melinda could imagine. She could not believe that it was actually happening to her.

Melinda was very naive about men. She had never seen a man naked. She only had a vague idea of what a man looked like without his clothes on. Melinda dropped to her knees and found herself staring at the huge bulge in the crotch of the man's trousers. She had often wondered what an erection was like.

Judging from that bulge the little girl was starting to suspect that she had grossly underestimated how large an aroused penis was supposed to be.

She could hear the man's breathing. He sounded asthmatic. She tried not to look at his knife. Time was slowed. Each second seemed like a minute.

Every minute – during the time she was held captive in that storage room – would seem like an eternity to the pretty little teenager.

"Now I want you to unbuckle my belt, little girl. I want you to pull down my pants so that you can see the present I have for you," the man said.

Melinda began to feel as if she had died and gone to hell. She raised her trembling little fingers up to the man's belt buckle. She tried and failed to unbuckle the man's belt twice.

"Come on, hurry up. We haven't got all day," the man said. The little girl finally managed to get the belt buckle undone. She unbuttoned the single button that held the tops of the man's trousers together.

She unzipped his fly.

"Pull down my pants, cunt, come on! I gotta boner that won't quit. It's gonna tear right through my pants if you don't hitch them down," he said.

She sobbed each time he spoke. She prayed that she could wake from this nightmare, but she knew her prayers would never be answered.

This wasn't a nightmare at all.

It was real.

Too real.

Melinda Madison hooked her tiny fingers under the top of the masked man's trousers. She pushed her fingers downward until they were also underneath the elastic at the top of his underwear.