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.
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.