John Kellerman - Teacher_s captive virgin

"No! Oh no, no, no!"

"Amanda…" Alan said, sounding as if he were drunk. He licked at her mouth, his hips still lurching, still trying to drive his shaft to the hilt. But somehow the tightness of her virgin pussy had kept him from going very deep. Somehow she'd managed to stop him.

Amanda was overcome. The hot smear of Alan's mouth across her titties, the hungry grasp of his hands as he felt her willowy body had made her weak. She kept telling herself it was something she should hate. She wanted to think of Alan as someone possessed by the devil. But as he'd spurted his hot cum into her bleeding cunt, she'd had the beginning of that tickle. The same maddening pleasure that he'd caused with his mouth a while before. She didn't want to acknowledge this feeling of pleasure. But her cunt still tingled with it. And when Alan eased his cock out of her body, she sensed another emotion. It eras as if her hot little hole had tried to hold him inside for a few moments more. It was so confusing. After all, her efforts to keep him from degrading her, she'd felt a certain emptiness when his cock popped free.

She sat up as soon as he got off her. Her cunt was a mess! She could see the glops of heavy cream hanging in her blond curls. Her inner folds were all opened up like a ripe flower and there was still a dribble of blood leaking from her torn cherry.

"Oh God, what have you done to me?"

"Fucked you, sweet Amanda. Something I've dreamed about since you were in the seventh grade."

"You're nothing better than an animal."

"Here, I'll heat some water so you can wash up." Alan went to the old wood stove and began to ready afire. While the water heated, he began to pull things from his pack. Strange things.

When Amanda saw the leather collar, she cringed. It looked to be something a person would use on a dog. But Alan came toward her with it, opening the silver buckle as he held it out. "This won't bother you much."

"Alan, you can't mean to put that on me."

He did. He eased the soft leather around her neck and pulled the strap through the buckle until it was snug. The collar gave her an odd tingle. Alan snapped a leash into the ring and held the other end. He gazed with lusty excitement at her nakedness.

"I've got something else for you too," he grinned. Amanda hung her head. She could hardly stand to look at him. She felt like a caged animal now. Alan acted as if she belonged to him completely. He walked back to his pack and returned with what seemed like a bright, chrome chain, the kind professional trainers used on dogs. He had three or four of various lengths, and after trying some on her ankles, he came up with the one that fit. Using tiny padlocks to secure them, he stepped back to look at his work.

"I feel awful," Amanda whimpered. She could walk, but her steps were limited to a foot or a foot and a half. It would be impossible to run. The leather collar at her neck and the leash that dangled down her back made her feel even more restricted. When Alan gave it a jerk, she had to turn and go to him. Sometimes be just reeled her in and then held the leash right up to the collar while he kissed her mouth. Her lips were sore from his previous assaults, but when he ran his tongue between her teeth and sucked at her mouth like that, her body would tingle and she could feel the exhilarating pleasure all the way down her belly, even up under in mound. When she walked, she limped a little. The size of Alan's cocktip had hurt her, made her sore where her muscles had been stretched.

Alan made her sit on a chair while he washed her young cunt. She closed her eyes and tried to think of other things. But Amanda had never in her life had anyone touch her there. His gentle washing and the hot, soapy water began to have an affect. Alan was the first to notice.

"It's just as I dreamed it would be," he said, voice husky. "Your parents have got you so repressed that now you're as ripe as a hand-picked cherry. You don't even realize just how ready you are."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Amanda said, trying to calm her pounding heart. Her cunt throbbed against the gentle rub of the hot washrag. "Ouch, that hurts! You made me bleed when you…" She bit her lip and lowered her long, blond lashes. Alan caressed her pretty face.

He made her sit on the bed while he unbraided her hair and combed it out. Again Amanda was overcome, with emotions she was not accustomed to. Her parents had never doted on her in a physical way. She'd always done her own hair, taken care of her own body. As she'd always been taught the less touching the better. One wasn't supposed to think about one's own body much. Alan caressed and squeezed her. He petted and kissed her. His fingers were light on her neck now. But she remembered when they'd gouged roughly at the cheeks of her ass. Why should that make her start to pant again? She cursed herself for letting her imagination run wild.

"I've got to go outside," she said, blushing to admit that her bladder was full.

"There's an outhouse," Alan said, getting up. "But I think you'd be prettier to watch if you did it among the trees."

"I couldn't. Not with you watching." She was trembling again. Something about the way he'd said that. Something about his look. Alan tightened the leash, urging her up. She went to the door with short steps. The wrap of the bright chain on her ankles was exciting her too. It seemed completely backwards in her mind. Why should being tied like a dog do that?

There was a grassy clearing a few yards behind the cabin. Alan was breathing hard again as he led her to it. Then he made her get down on all fours and crawl before him. Amanda's cheeks were red and hot. She could feel her teacher's eyes on her. "God, you're beautiful," he murmured, tightening the leash enough to make her stop. "You can do it here now."

As embarrassed as she was, Amanda did have to pee. She tried to pretend that Alan wasn't standing there with the leash in his hand. But she had never gone to the bathroom outside like this before, except when very young. As she squatted and let the yellow stream flow, Alan knelt close, his hand on her back. He caressed her, whispering awful things close to her ear.

"I'm going to fuck you again," he said, his fingers wet with her hot pee now. It was all so naughty! Like childish sex games, the sort of games Amanda had rarely experienced. He was feeling her while she peed!

"Ohhh, ohhhh, don't do that!" she gasped, dizzy with the unexpected thrills. But as the last droplet went into the grass, Alan had eased his finger up into her cunt. This sudden assault made her hips rock.

Alan pulled the leash, leading her away from the damp place in the grass. She was still on her hands and knees. She heard him behind her and glanced back. His cock, only half-hard a few moments before was rigid now. Her dried blood could be easily seen where she'd squeezed him with her cunt muscles.

"No!" she cried, standing up. She tried to run, keeping her steps short. But Alan just laughed and pulled the leash firmly enough to make her stop.

"Come here," he ordered, his voice gruff.

Amanda turned slowly, her eyes downcast, her hands covering her blond-furred mound as if to protect it. She walked slowly back, the chains tinkling at her ankles.

"Get down on your knees," he ordered.

Amanda did what he wanted. She didn't dare look up now. She could feel the heat of his erect cock a few inches from her mouth. And she could smell her own musk on it.

"It's your turn now."

"To do what?" she whined.

"I cleaned you up. Now you clean me up. With your tongue."

Amanda stared up angrily and started to say something, but Alan wrapped the leash tighter around his fist and pulled her head forward until his tip brushed her cheek. Amanda put her hands up, clutching the heavy, hot thing, trembling to think of it touching her tongue.