Heidi's spring 'break', part 1  by kickfan

 

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This is adult fantasy intended for mature reader only.

Please do not read if you are offended by descriptions

of severe violence of an erotic theme. Your constructive

comments are welcome.

 

 

      "All right Martha, I'm ready to see Miss Jamison

now", the schools newest student counselor stated with a

note of trepidation through the secretary's intercom.

Heidi glanced over from her chair toward the voice with

a sadistic grin. "Ms. Stewart will see you now young

lady, third door on the left" Heidi didn't say a word,

just smiled as she thought of the third door on the

left, Mr. Larkin's old office, poor old Mr. L. It was a

tragedy what happened to him, the way he was found by

the janitor weeks after the fact; hideously beaten

beyond recognition, his body twisted and eerily

misshapen, such a frail old body, they break sooo

easily. God, she loved being this dangerous, a walking

bombshell time bomb, able to explode on anyone she

wanted. Everyone lusting over her, unaware the twisted

fantasies this young girl hid inside. Heidi giggled,

thinking back to the delicious crunching sound and funny

gurgling noises Mr. Larkin made during his last moments

alive. She pursed her lips, pouting as she adjusted her

short black skirt, gazing at her reflection in the glass

door leading to the office. Heidi cocked her head and

smiled with approval, "you are too hot girl". She chose

this little outfit with this meeting in mind.

      Down the hall, the counselor looked up from her

notes as she heeded the deliberate slow rhythmic

clicking of Heidi's black stiletto pumps. After reading

the student's disturbing personal file, she had felt

some anxiety about this girl. No matter, this was her

job, she was the one in charge here, and no high school

junior was going to keep her from laying down the law,

Peggy Stewart thought resolutely with a nod of

conviction as Heidi's finger tips tapped on the opaque

glass window.

"Come in, Heidi", she said firmly. The door swung open

slowly as Heidi's form came into clear view, bringing

pause to the counselor's breath; she suddenly felt both,

a sense of arousal and slight trepidation. This was the

little terror in the file? Ms. Stewart thought there was

some mix-up, she expected someone more typical to have

committed these unpleasant offenses. She pictured a

brutish, heavy-set, unattractive bully, but Heidi didn't

fit that model in any way, shape or form; and speaking

of form, MY GOD the woman thought, what a BODY. Ms.

Stewart's arousal level grew rapidly; this woman had

never been in the presence of such young physical

perfection. So solidly built, every muscle full and

compact, and with a face so youthful and attractive, she

was the object of fantasy for every red blooded male,

and apparently at least one female, on campus. The

professional acting Ms. Stewart felt flush, tingling,

and wet with unexpected stimulation. Heidi grinned

devilishly, observing a look in this woman's eyes she

had seen so many times with so many people, men and

women, complete awe, plain and simple.

The counselor realized her emotional state and

defensively chided," You know the school's dress code

Miss Jamison, and it does not allow for that sort of

exposing attire." The woman tried to get command back by

chastising Heidi's blatant disregard for policy. "But

its sooo hot Ms. Stewart, and I picked this out just for

you?" Heidi spoke with a sardonic yet sweet tone. She

peered down at herself in this skimpy sexy outfit; her

hand hugging her supple little waist as she swayed her

hip's side to side. She knew exactly how sizzling and

sexually arousing her hard tan physique looked in these

skimpy clothes. She stared back at Ms. Stewart, feeling

an aura of sexual dominance over this pale, gangly

looking woman. Her tight red sleeveless top held

together only by a single button just below her proud,

young, heaving, jutting breasts, held aloft by her thick

powerful pectorals. The exposed lacy trim of her white

bra revealed a remarkable degree of cleavage for a girl

so very young. Ms. Stewart's mouth watered as she

followed the line down Heidi's tight body. The blouse

tapered off just below her ribcage showing exposing her

tiny yet exceptionally developed torso. Heidi looked

down at her cute pierced belly button and tightened her

tanned stomach, etching her marble-esc midsection into

vivid separate muscles. A couple sexy little veins

revealed themselves under the constriction, peaking out

from her pleated mini skirt to the middle and side of

her flat torso. She flashed those sapphire eyes back at

the woman, peering through a mop of silky dark bangs,

provoking an unsettled reaction from this skinny woman

in her mid to late thirties. "Do you like what you see?

You know it isn't polite to stare." Heidi's voice

sounded like sweet honey as she traced her fingers over

the bumpy ridges. She knew the woman couldn't help

herself, no one could, not if Heidi wanted it. Ms.

Stewart imagined what that stomach might feel like to

touch and caress. The warm pulsating power, the satiny

soft skin, stroking each little muscle on the way to the

promise land. "Ohh!" The woman had to catch her breath,

suddenly envisioning the beautiful delights that Heidi

held beneath her mini skirt. She was already affecting

this woman severely and she hadn't even gotten

started. "Please, Heidi, this is totally inappropriate,

your attire, your behavior, perhaps we should reschedule

this meeting for..." " I'm sorry Ms. Stewart, but since

I'm already here, why put off, how should I say this",

putting a finger to her pursed lips "the inevitable"?

Heidi flashed a suggestive grin. What did she mean by

that, thought the counselor, 'the inevitable'? Heidi's

physicality was clearly taking its effect on poor Ms.

Stewart's psyche like a perverse drug.

She stared at Heidi as she flirtatiously lifted up the

right side of her short, thin cotton skirt, revealing

more luscious thigh meat than Peggy needed to

see. "Isn't my skirt too short for your little rules

also Msss. Stewart." Heidi hissed softly in a

provocative voice as she cutely cocked her head to the

side, drawing Ms. Stewart's eyes down to her solidly

flexed right thigh, then relished in that paralyzed gaze

of the visibly shaken woman. No words came out, only a

trance-like stare hypnotized by those inconceivable

legs. The woman's mind circled with unquiet thoughts;

they are so young and supple, so muscular and deeply

tanned, and look so very, very strong. The kind of legs

all men gawk with wanton lust; the kind of legs women

feign disdain, but would die for; the kind of legs she

coveted. Her own legs were long, unappealingly, thin

pale bamboo sticks next to Heidi's. She felt abashed by

the longing to feel the strength of Heidi's legs. Those

deeply tanned defined muscles, so erotic. Her pussy

begins to tingle and itch from the thought of stroking

legs as well muscled as these, legs she'd never seen the

likes of.

She shook herself from the dazed state, "That is uhh,

correct uhh, Heidi, too short for uhh, school

standards." Heidi giggled as the older woman tried to

gain composure. "You really need to leave now, go home

and change into more conservative attire and then..." As

the woman sputtered, Heidi's pointed heels clicked

sharply as she marched toward the desk shaking her head.

Her dangerously jagged calves flaring out with each

step, then leaning forward, she stared the nervous woman

right in the eyes. "Why, Ms. Stewart, are you getting so

turned on you just can't stand it. You want me to leave

so you can diddle yourself as you think about touching

me, is that it Ms. Stewart?" Heidi smiled knowingly. The

little vixen knows, the woman thought. She turned red

with embarrassment. How could she let this teenage girl

get to her like this? She was just sixteen for heaven's

sake, not a seasoned counselor with years of experience

dealing with these adolescent brats. There was just

something about the way Heidi was able to look right

through her with devious and insidious contempt, which

disturbed her. Heidi's eyes probed her very sole,

letting her know that she was merely a plaything for

this physically superior young predator to toy with.

Though Ms. Stewart stood 5'10", nearly 7" taller than

this teens' rather petite stature. Heidi's simple

presence made her feel inadequate. What did this girl

want from her? Her mind raced desperately for an answer?

Heidi pirouetted away to sit in the leather chair

centered a few feet in front of the counselor's desk.

Her light skirt whirled up revealing a brief glimpse of

Heidi's beautiful rock hard bottom. I'm going to cum

right here her mind blurted. Her perfect rounded globes

appeared to be suspended above those thick hamstring

muscles, cheeks locked together, only covered by a tiny

band of white material wedged between them. Was their

any part of this young woman that DIDN'T exude lust and

unbridled sexuality the counselor wondered in yearning

amazement? Heidi spun around and sat back, staring

contemptuously into the woman's eyes.

"So, here we are Ms. Stewart, watcha wanna do?" Heidi

smirked, knowing exactly what this needy woman wanted,

needed. "Listen here young lady, we are here to discuss

your future, there is nothing cute about that." The

counselor tried to bluff, hiding her desire to show her

lusty feelings. "Oh, I like it here, I plan on

graduating with a full ride in gymnastics, I'm the team

captain you know. Heidi stated with a proud young voice,

her eyes bright and sparkling. Ms. Stewart involuntarily

leaned back befuddled by fusion of this girl's adorably

cute face and apparent obtuseness to the situation. The

little hot teen crossed her leg over the other, pressing

the thick diamond shaped calve, expanding to impossible

width. She glared into the frustrated woman's eyes as

they lowered away from Heidi's, drawn to her crossed

calve and up her tan thigh the open breach in her skirt.

Heidi's tiny white panties creased pointedly into the

crevice of her supple mound. She arched her foot up and

down, making the muscles in her leg dance at

will.        "Like what you see? You know Ms. Stewart;

it's tight, tight as a fucking vice in there. Heidi's

eyes flashed wildly at the woman, completely taken

aback. "I know what your thinkin', I caught you peekin",

Heidi sang coyly like a nursery rhyme.

Then in a soft voice, leaning back, uncrossing her

legs, "Umm, would you like to touch Heidi's coochee Ms.

Stewart? She giggled.  Wanna play with me?" Heidi

tormented the woman, sliding her hand down her hard flat

stomach, slipping it under the stretchy fabric of her

skirt and rubbing her mound, rotating the palm of her

strong hand against herself. With a deep sigh, Heidi

asked, "Are you a carpet-muncher Msss. Stewart? If so,

didn't mean to get you all hot and excited like this,

sorry. I was just dreaming about your face plastered

against my sweet little cunny and, ooh, I got sooo hot."

With an evil grin, Heidi slipped her digits inside her

taut moist slit, one, than two, rubbing fast, moaning

softly. Ms. Stewart watched in a dichotomy of repulsion

and total attraction. Heidi heated up; rocking her hips,

moaning louder with self absorbed pleasure. "Two

fingers, only two, I'm too fucking tight for any more

than that you big skinny slut." Heidi hissed as she

gyrated her hips in a semi- hypnotic state, her eyelids

flickered wildly; biting down on her upper lip as she

imagined her victim trapped below.

Ms. Stewart gasped in shock from the abusive voice she

just heard, while locked in stunned silence as Heidi's

dense muscular legs bulged, tensing up with vascular

power, in absolute ecstasy. Heidi's voice was low now,

almost trance-like, "Umm, get your head in here you

bitch, I'll fucking snap down so tight on you you'll

break like glass. That's right, fucking break your neck,

not just once, over and over 'til your bones sound like

a maraca." Heidi reached back and caressed the hard,

smooth orbs of her ass. "Yeah, come on, fuck me bitch,

try, get your fat face in there, I'll skull fuck you

till you scream, bleed out your ears, fuck you 'til your

DEAA-AH-AH." Heidi reached her climax, arching back

rigidly; her muscle capped shoulders pressed into the

back of the chair, rocking it back.  Her torso and legs

remained suspended, vibrating as her planted heels dug

into the floor. Heidi shuddered, every muscle

unyielding, waiting instructions. "Oh-oh-ooooh," the

vixen cooed. "That was good, hmmm, oh yeah." The frozen

faced woman, terrorized by the utter horror she just

heard come out of this brazen teen's mouth, shook

uncontrollably, fear was overcoming any sense of

pleasure now.  Heidi relaxed, setting the chair

down. "Let's see, where were we." Heidi placed her

luminous goo covered fingers to her lips, sucking them

as she seductively smiled. "Tastes like sugar, Mss.

Stewart and oh yeah, if you wondering", Heidi smiled

coolly, "Are 'these' are as strong as they seem?" Heidi

caressed the rocky slabs of compact muscle that made up

her quads and hamstrings. The sun shining in made the

satiny ripples of her body glisten. She pressed the

balls of her feet firmly on the floor, sharpening the

edges of her deadly calves. Leaning forward she

whispered. "They're sooo VERY strong and more dangerous

than your little mind could EVER picture Mssss.

Stewart."

Heidi sat back and relaxed, "You don't know a thing

about me except for that stupid file. You can't conceive

what I'm capable of doing to you, what I might still do

to you, just because I can, so please don't make me, Ms.

Stewart!" Heidi kept her tone low enough so that the

only the dumfounded woman sitting in numb silence across

the desk could hear. The counselor was shaking in a

surreal state of utter confusion. Her foolish clinical

mind tried to gain a fragment of restraint from this

girl. " I understand why there is some concern about you

around here, you clearly have authority issues and a

discipline problem that we really need to deal with."

Heidi clenched her fingers into the arms of the leather

chair. Her fingertips whitened under the pressure. The

sinuous contours of her bronzed forearms, biceps, and

shoulders glisten in sharp blood pumping relief. "You

just don't get it Ms. Stewart. Listen to me. I am not

going to have some high and mighty twit like you mess up

my plans for a free ride by suspending me because I beat

up of a couple of cocky drunk assholes. I was only

defending myself. I'm just a fucking girl."  Heidi

regained her temper, seeing the woman cower against her

chair. "I just think we have a misunderstanding, right

Ms. Stewart?" Heidi said nicely, nodding at her,

compelling the scared woman to do the same, she

did. "Good, see there, no harm, no foul."

Heidi stood up, "Besides Ms. Stewart, real power isn't

something you have here." Heidi had the woman once again

completely unbalanced. She stepped to the desk, swaying

her hips, flexing her dangerous legs, and locking them

out in small slow steps. Her breathing increased causing

the concave curvature of her cut abdominals to form and

relax rhythmically. "Do you know what power is, Mss.

Stewart? Heidi's tone lowered to an evil low

timbre, "Power is making you crawl for me." The older

woman's mouth hung open, completely shocked and dry

mouth with fear of this obviously disturbed and

dangerous young girl. Heidi smiled, absorbing the

terrified look in her eyes. She lived for this

feeling. "Power is making you twist and writhe with

pain. I could just pin your stupid head right to the

floor, right here, right now, just to watch you squirm.

That, Msss. Stewart, is what power is."" Heidi spoke

through her perfect white clenched teeth as she closed

her eyes, imagining the scene. The terrified woman now

visible vibrating, wanting to press the intercom and

scream for help but sat locked and frozen, incapable of

movement.

Heidi loved being this strong and confident. She feels

the craving pains begin again, throbbing in her pussy

with excitement, needing desperately to vent. Heidi

snatched the heavy porcelain coffee mug, reading 'Have a

Day' with a happy face, from the edge of the table and

set it upside down on the tile floor. She pressed the

top sole of her black pump rigidly atop the mug's base,

arching her exquisite size five, shaping an angry fist

out of her inner calve muscle, bulging to stone as she

watched her potential victim vibrate with fear. "Pinned,

just like this", Heidi grinned evilly as her foot

powered down on the mug. Her tan calve muscle went

rigid, then promptly shattered the mug as Ms. Stewart

turned from pale to white and wet herself in utter

terror, imagining her own head under her powerful grip.

This was a completely unbalanced and obviously dangerous

teenaged girl.

There was a knock on the door, "Everything all right in

there Ms. Stewart?" It was the secretary, alarmed by the

noise of shattered fragment of the thick porcelain mug.

Heidi glared at her, not needing to speak a word now.

The woman had no desire to find out what that evil look

meant. "Yes, Martha, j-just a little accident, no

problem, th-th-thanks for asking though. She wanted to

scream for help, but felt like a wild cat was crouching

near her, ready to pounce.

Heidi grinned maliciously; she had absolute control now,

but that was just the appetizer. "That was smart Mss.

Stewart, you just may have saved Martha out there a

world of pain Ms. Stewart. Now what are we going to do

about all this talk of suspension?" The counselor's mind

reached feverishly for any solution to escape this

situation, this evil girl. "Uh, spring break, as you

know, Miss Jamison starts tomorrow, I'm leaving for a

few days, out of town, how about we discuss this whole

misunderstanding with a fresh start, say, a two weeks

from today?" Heidi clapped her hands together, "Goody,

sounds great Ms. Stewart." Heidi chirped, cocking her

head, mockingly happy. She bounced up from the chair,

all smiles. Peg, for the first time since Heidi walked

through the door, felt a small sense of relief from the

overwhelming tension. A sigh of relief washed over her

as she watched Heidi turn to leave.

Ms. Stewart got up slowly, still shaky, and walked to

the filing cabinet in back of her get some paperwork.

Strange, she never noticed those clicking steps or the

door close, as she turned her head, there was Heidi

looking up in her startled eyes. The counselor's body

spasmed involuntarily. She dropped the papers from her

hand as she leaned away from the girl. Heidi smiled with

a sneer, "Just one more thing Mss. Stewart, don't try

and pull one over on me during vacation." Heidi watched

her eyes grow to teary saucers as the strong little

vixen girl lifted her lethal leg and in one fluid

motion, she planted the leather sole of her shiny black

pump against the larger woman's neck, rigidly pinning

her head to the blackboard. The woman gagged, spittle

running from her mouth from the minute pressure Heidi

administered. This was just too much fun Heidi thought.

Her bare leg glistened with unabashed strength as she

pressed up on her chin, pushing the woman's face upward

at an awkward angle. The stiletto scraped against the

chalkboard, drawing the helpless woman's eyes to the

sound, thinking, my god, she's going to kill me, right

now! As if Heidi was reading her very thought, she said

evenly, "I'm not gonna do you, I could though, easily.

You would be dead before your face hit the floor, just

like that." Heidi snapped her fingers, then clenched her

fists, holding her arms bent at the elbow; her tangerine

sized biceps bulged full and vascular. "This is just a

friendly reminder. I really don't want you to forget.

Please, don't fuck with me, ever!" With that Heidi let

off the pinning pressure from the scared shitless

woman's head. Her neck, blotchy with redness, eased her

head down to see Heidi's shoe still out stretch inches

from her face. Heidi couldn't resist, this was priceless

fun; she patted Ms. Stewart lightly on the cheek a few

times with the instep of her sexy black shoe. A little

giggle of total amusement rang out, mortifying the older

woman, bringing her to sobbing tears. "There, there,

don't cry, I'm only playing. As you can see, I'm as

flexible as I am strong? You probably haven't heard

about this but gymnastics isn't my only sport." The hot

teen giggled mockingly, she was really enjoying this

little display of leg control as she rubbed the

counselor's cheek with the toe of her pump. I'm a very

good gymnast but I am very, 'pat', VERY, 'slap', good at

this." Heidi dropped her leg deftly to the floor.

The broken woman instantly shrank, sliding down the

wall, sobbing and shaking, wishing she could be anywhere

but here. "Well, gotta go.' Heidi bounced her head side

to side like a happy go lucky child. You 'have a day'

now Ms. Stewart," mocking the silly phrase on that

coffee mug she crushed. Heidi spun around and briskly

skipped toward the door. The woman glanced, vibrating

with confused fear and a perplexed craving to be touched

by Heidi's compact deadly body.  Through watery eyes,

she watched Heidi's bulbous bottom twitch back and

forth, throwing the lightweight fabric around, those

deep cut calves and meaty thighs, deadly, contracting

abruptly with each rhythmic skip. I could have died here

today, her mind screamed out in horror. Heidi gave her a

parting glance, licking her lips, with a seductive

smiling. "Enjoy your vacation, Msss. Stewart, I'm sure

I'm going to." Heidi's piercing malicious look said it

all. She was only getting started.

 

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