Chapter 7
Sylvia Southwood had a reputation in Peoria, Illinois, her hometown. The boys called her PT, claiming she was the biggest prick teaser in the city. And naturally Sylvia's reputation soon began circulating among the girls and eventually reached the parents. It was all the more believable because Sylvia was a beautiful girl with a very sexy figure. She was tiny, just barely five feet tall, and had matured in body not long after she began menstruating at the age of eleven. By the time she was thirteen, Sylvia looked like a miniature Raquel Welch. Her breasts sat high on her chest and were full and pointed. Her buttocks had a saucy tilt which Sylvia managed to exaggerate by swaying as she walked, and her legs were perfectly formed.
She had long black hair which hung to her waist, and her face was an artist's dream. Heart-shaped and perfectly proportioned, it reminded one of a cross between the Spanish Madonnas and an Ingress imp.
Sylvia's behavior contributed to her reputatipn. Secretly, she hated all men, but she delighted in teasing them, flirting, displaying her body provocatively, even petting until the boy was beside himself with desire. Then she would leave him high and dry, laughingly delighting in his pained frustration. Sylvia knew people thought she was a slut, and she delighted in that, too. She never denied anything they threw at her, always mocking them with an enigmatic smile.
At the end of their patience, her parents decided to bundle her off to a private girls' boarding school. Sylvia accepted her fate calmly, but when she arrived at Heavenly Hills she recognized with a certain amount of bitterness that her entire life style would have to change. There were no boys to tease and torture, and Sylvia hardly knew what to do with her time. In fact, there were only a few males on the entire staff. Sylvia noted the gleam in the headmaster's eye her second day at Heavenly Hills, and she immediately set out to tease him. It was to her only a small game to help break the boredom of her new routine.
Harold Stone watched Sylvia carefully that first week, and his imagination went wild when he pictured her in Mary's place visiting his studio every night. This one was twice as sexy, and look at that body, he told himself daily.
Setting up an elaborate ruse, Harold summoned Sylvia to his study the afternoon after the girls settled into their new rooms. He took great pains to make it at a time when the rest of the staff and students would be busy, and he arranged the room to keep the young girl completely off balance psychologically during the early part of their interview.
Sylvia was a little frightened as she went to the headmaster's office. She knew that her teasing had had its effect, because she had seen him watching her body almost constantly, but Sylvia was worried that she might be in trouble over the marijuana she had brought to Heavenly Hills. She'd done it as a joke, a prank, because she never used it herself, and now she feared that some of the girls might have carried it all too far and the headmaster knew that it was her responsibility.
Harold let her in the study and kept her standing in the center of the room while he pretended to finish reading and signing some papers. It was all part of his calculated routine, and he knew the girl was terribly uncomfortable. Finally, he turned, and without inviting her to be seated, began talking to her about her home, her studies, and her first week at Heavenly Hills. As they talked, Harold took in her entire body. She wore a tight sweater and a very short miniskirt. Her legs entranced him. Harold felt he had never seen such a set of beautiful legs in his life.
Sylvia saw his eyes undressing her and gained confidence. Even if he did know, she thought she would be able to tease him along and make him forget the marijuana incident.
"May I sit down, Mr. Stone?" she asked with her enigmatic smile beaming a wealth of mysteries at him.
"Certainly, Sylvia," Harold replied, pretending to be embarrassed by the oversight in his courtesy.
Sylvia chose the sofa directly opposite the headmaster and sat as far back as possible. She let her miniskirt hike up to a point where it barely covered her young pubic area. It was obvious that he could see her sheer panties, and that was exactly what Sylvia wanted as she left her thighs provocatively apart.
"Sylvia," Harold began softly, "I'm sure you know that there has been some marijuana circulating among the girls this week. This is terribly serious, and I'm afraid I will have to contact the police. As you undoubtedly know, marijuana is against the law. We can't have anything like this here at Heavenly Hills."
He knows! Sylvia's mind raced over the possibilities. He's telling me he'll have me arrested and thrown in jail. For once in her young life, Sylvia Southwood actually regretted something she had done. What in the world made her bring that marijuana to school?
"It...."
"Yes, Sylvia?"
"It was all a prank, Mr. Stone. Honestly. I had no idea this would happen. I've never touched the stuff myself. Honestly."
What in the world was she trying to tell him, Harold wondered? Was she the one who brought it to Heavenly Hills? Harold couldn't believe his good fortune. Why, he'd have her eating out of his hand and conquer the pot problem all in one swoop!
"Oh?" he said softly, using his silent technique to allow the student to tell her story.
"I admit I brought it to school," she said, deciding that she would have to tell the truth and use every ounce of ingenuity to talk her way out of this mess. She kicked off her loafers and pulled her legs up on the sofa, arranging her body in a starlet pose with her legs stretched out and her skirt raised to her waist so that her sheer panties and crotch were in plain view. She even propped her elbows behind her so that her youthful breasts jutted out even more. "But it was just a joke," she continued. "A bad one, I guess. I had no idea the girls really used the stuff, or that it would make trouble. It was just a little bit, Mr. Stone, very little."
Harold saw the invitation she was giving him with her pose, and couldn't believe his luck was so good. There was no use prolonging it. The invitation was plain enough, and Harold's body was filled with a pounding lust for this dainty morsel. He rose and walked slowly over to the couch, making no effort to conceal the bulging hard-on trying to burst through the fabric of his slacks.
"How much, Sylvia?" he asked as he sat beside her on the sofa and placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Half a ki," she murmured, pleased to see him react to her tease. She knew she would have to let him pet her, cop a few good feels, as the girls said, but she was certain it would get her out of a bad situation. She moistened her lips and smiled at him. "That's not very much, and I think I can get at least half of it back and bring it to you."
"You certainly are a gorgeous little girl," Harold remarked, running his hand across her soft cheek. "It would be a shame to send you to jail."
"You wouldn't do that, would you?" she asked in her smallest voice.
"I'd hate to," he replied, dropping his hand boldly to her breast and cupping it in his palm. He squeezed and let his fingers begin rubbing the nipple which pressed against the tight sweater. When she didn't protest, Harold leaned down and placed his lips against hers. His tongue found her warm mouth open as it darted out between his lips, and an ache began throbbing in his testicles.
He's just like all males, Sylvia said to herself with a little disgust as she let his tongue roam around in her mouth and felt his heavy hand on her breast. Teasingly, she placed her young arms around his neck and returned his kiss with pretended passion.
Harold was overjoyed, but a cloud covered part of his pleasure. The way she was reacting, it was doubtful she was a virgin. And Harold delighted in virgins, breaking them in and teaching them to love all the things of sex he liked. He brushed this fear away, telling himself that it wasn't important. There were other girls he could train, and tonight he would let this one carry him through passion canyon.
His hand dropped from her breast to her legs. He caressed her young thighs and then brought his sensitive fingers up to her crotch. Tracing the outline of her slit through the sheer nylon panties, Harold kissed her as passionately as he knew how. He delighted in the way her body squirmed under his touch, and he slid his fingers under the elastic leg band of her panties and brought it to the soft folds of her cuntal lips.
This has gone far enough, Sylvia told herself as she felt his finger begin prying the lips of her sex apart. No boy had ever touched her bare skin like this. He'd had his feel, now he could go jack that nasty thing off in the bathroom.
"Oh, Mr. Stone," she gasped, breaking their hot kiss, "we can't do this! Why, I'm still a minor, and you're an older man. It just isn't right." That should cut him down, she laughed to herself.
"The law is strange, Sylvia," Harold remarked, keeping his probing finger inside her panties. So all of this was a tease, he told himself. If she hadn't admitted her part in the pot, he'd have to quit right now. "The public is so worried about drugs right now that they're cracking down very severely. Possession is one thing, but supplying is far more serious. A girl who brought it to school and distributed it might get as much as five years in a reformatory."
"You know what they do to men who molest children, Mr. Stone?" Sylvia said desperately. This wasn't going at all the way she had planned.
"Yes, but I wonder if they'd believe a girl who was caught with marijuana and turned in by the man she accused," he smiled, digging his finger between the lips of her cunt and inserting it in the entrance to her virginal vagina.
"Ow!" she screamed. "Stop that, you filthy old man!"
"Sylvia, my dear," Harold said calmly, forcing her arm to the couch as she tried to slap his face, "I'm going to fuck you silly tonight. And if you're a good girl, I'll try to forget about the marijuana."
"Never, you filthy bastard! NEVER!" Sylvia was truly panicked. Never had a man placed his finger inside her, and she hated the crude intrusion of her young body. The blood rushed to her head and she began to fight. She pushed him away from her with amazing strength and leaped up from the sofa to run toward the door. Anticipating her move, Harold was after her in a flash. He caught her halfway across the room and jerked her arm behind her back. Sylvia turned and swung at him with her free arm. She hit him on the neck and managed to rake her fingernails across his flesh.
Harold lost his temper and hit her in the stomach with his doubled fist. He heard the air rush out of her lungs and saw her double over in pain. But when he bent over to see if she was truly suffering, Sylvia kicked him as hard as she could and missed his balls only by a fraction of an inch. Harold's hand shot out to protect himself and Sylvia swooped down and sank her teeth into the flesh of Harold's wrist.
Blood began oozing from the two points where her teeth broke his skin, and Harold lost his temper completely. He swung hard at her face and his fist connected with her chin in a glancing blow that sent her flying to the floor. He quickly loosened his belt and pulled it free of his pants, and began whistling it through the air above her body.
Sylvia saw it coming and then felt the burning sting as it lashed her exposed thighs. She cried out, but he wouldn't stop, and the belt left welts up and down her legs. Suddenly he threw the belt aside and reached down and grabbed her by the hair and jerked her to her feet to propel her toward the couch.
"Now take your clothes off, you bitch," he commanded. When she hesitated and stared at him defiantly, Harold picked up the belt. "I'll whip the skin off your body if you don't do exactly as I say!"
The belt whistled through the air and lashed hard against Sylvia's bottom. When she saw his arm raise again, Sylvia knew he meant what he said. She began slowly pulling her sweater over her head.
"Faster!" Harold commanded, raising the belt once more.
Sylvia moved quickly to avoid another stinging lash. She dropped her sweater to the floor and unfastened the catch on her bra. Then she unhooked her skirt and let it drop to the floor. Her fingers slid under the elastic band of her panties even as she stepped out of her skirt, and she stood before him completely naked and helpless.
"What are you going to do?" she asked in a tiny voice, her entire body trembling in fear.
"Make a woman out of you," Harold replied, motioning her to stretch out on the couch while he quickly pulled his clothes off.
Sylvia gasped when she saw his thick penis spring free of his underpants and stand straight out before his muscular body. It was so huge! He couldn't put that inside her body! And ugly. A tear seemed to hang from the tip like a tiny icicle.
"No, no-please," she begged as he walked up to her and stood above her body. "I'll do anything, but not this-please."
Hearing her beg like this added to Harold's excitement. And when he saw the look of revulsion on her face as she stared at his cock, he couldn't resist bending down and smearing the tip against her tear-streaked face. She shuddered and pulled away, trying to press her body into the back of the sofa, but Harold followed her, kneeling on the sofa and crudely grabbing her full breasts in his hands. He squeezed them hard and she cried out. When he laughed, she grabbed his hand with renewed strength and tried to bite him again.
" Harold was amazed at himself. She had turned him into a brute animal. He pulled his hand away and brought the other in a mighty arc that sent the flat of his hand crashing into her cheek.
"Your teasing days are over, you little bitch!" he snapped, grabbing her shoulders and turning her over flat on her back. When she resisted, he slapped her twice, and his blood raced as he saw the tears streaming down her red face. Then he positioned himself between her straining thighs and quickly brought his raging cock to the entrance of her vagina. Before she could move, Harold reared back and thrust against her helpless body with all his might.
"AAAAUuuuuugggghhhhh!" she screamed as she felt his penis batter its way into her body. The pain caused her vision to blur, and she struggled to free her young body.
Harold held her arms pinned behind her head and jerked his cock hard into her. It moved by fractions of an inch, and the friction hurt his sensitive member, but he was beyond pain as he ravaged this beast of a child-woman. He even loved the way she struggled, and every time she moved, he managed to sink his prick a little deeper into her helpless belly. Then he withdrew slowly and poised his cock at the entrance to her vagina, and with a cruel thrust of his hips sent it racing up her. This time he reached her hymen and was overjoyed to find that Sylvia was a virgin.
Sylvia was sobbing and tears blurred her vision completely as she struggled with every ounce of energy she had against this rape of her virginity. The pain was unbearable and the thought of the dirty, filthy thing he was doing to her made her want to vomit.
"AAAiiiiEEEEE!" she screamed as he pierced her hymen with a sharp thrust, and pain seared all the way to her brain. Her body arched and Harold sent his weapon raging all the way up her. Sylvia felt his hairy balls scrape against her ass and she couldn't believe this terribly filthy thing was actually happening to her. Mustering her final strength, she spit at him.
Harold ignored her and concentrated on the ache in his groin. Her cunt was even tighter than Mary's! It was all he could do to move his cock in and out as he began fucking her with a sawing motion. It felt like he had his prick caught in a vise!
Sylvia almost lost consciousness as the pain in her vagina seared through her body and set each nerve ending ablaze. Somehow, she would make him pay for the way he was torturing and humiliating her! Then gradually the pain began to subside and her muscles relaxed. She stopped gritting her teeth as a new sensation began to take hold in her young body. Sylvia couldn't define it because she had never experienced anything like it before in her young life.
It was a fire-a hot, blazing fire-but it didn't hurt. In fact, it felt good! Sylvia fought it at first, cursing her body for reacting to this disgusting thing that was happening to it. But soon she was unable to control herself. The fire was raging through her without mercy. Her breasts, her nipples, even the tips of her fingers were consumed with this unbelievable new pleasure.
Harold saw it happen and smiled to himself. He watched her nipples become hard and even more pointed as her breasts heaved up and down, saw her body begin to quiver and quake as he set up a firm fucking movement that kept his prick racing in and out of her tight canal, watched her face change from hate and disgust to love and hedonic pleasure, and he knew he had one of the hottest bitches in the world on his hands.
"AAAAhhhhhhh!" she sighed as her body began to quiver and spasm. "OOOOOoooohhhh! Now! NOW! AAAAaaaaiiiieeee!" Her body arched up and she ground her pubic mound against Harold's as she exploded into a mass of electric sparks.
Harold met her stroke for stroke, his balls flapping against her ass in a loud slapping sound that seemed to set their tempo. His ache was overpowering, all consuming, and he dug his toes into the fabric of the couch and pounded her without mercy. His prick exploded as she arched her body at the height of her orgasm, and Harold felt his cum racing into her womb. He flooded her, his cock jerking and pumping as his testicles expanded and contracted, until he fell on top of her, completely drained and weak.
They both drifted off into an untroubled sleep, Harold's prick still lodged in Sylvia's thirteen-year-old cunt. He awoke first and she stirred beneath him as he slowly withdrew his limp penis.
"NO!" she protested sleepily. "I want more!"