John Kellerman - Teacher_s captive virgin

"Amanda," he groaned. "Amanduuhhhh!"

"Ahhhhh," she panted, her ass moving now, switching from side to side, plunging, thrusting, squirming. His cock was so big! It went so deep! And the hot juicy rub of their buttery flesh was too much for her to bear.

Amanda came, her arms giving out again as she sank down. Her face rubbed the blanket as Alan continued to stroke her. His thrusts were quick and deep. His prick tip bulged against her cunt walls, and then she felt the spasmic spurts of his cream.

She couldn't think of her own name. She couldn't remember where she was or what had happened to her. She was being fucked out of her mind and she only wanted it to go on and on and on!

"Alan!" Her ass danced up and down as he put it into her to the hilt. She could feel the big muscles in her thighs go rock-hard. Her body trembled. Her ass cheeks were dimpled with the tension. "Alan!"

His cum was dripping down her thighs now. She could feel the hot slickness of it and feel his breath on the back of her neck and feel his teeth nipping the flesh of one shoulder. One small tit was being squeezed, the nipple protruding from between two of her teacher's fingers. Then the frenzied madness of her climax made her dizzy and she slumped down onto the blanket, her legs straight behind her as Alan fell on top of her. His cock thrust in and out of her cunt as he continued to spurt.

Even before Alan pulled his cock out of her body. Amanda was crying. She was so ashamed of how she'd let herself go, let herself enjoy that wicked pleasure. Even if it had only been for a moment, she couldn't forget the incredible delirium that had come upon her. The way she'd moved and panted and groaned was unforgivable. To think of her mother or father seeing her like that was too much to consider. When she felt Alan's hot cum leaking from her poor little cunt, she began to cry all over again.

Alan made her drink more liquor. She felt the dizzy, giddy drunkenness descend upon her. She drank more. Things got fuzzy. The room spun. She recalled dimly that Alan had washed her and pampered her before crawling under the sleeping bag. Then she remembered his arms around her, the warmth of his body. And she was asleep.

He was up already by the time she awoke the next morning. Breakfast was ready and, though her head ached, Amanda found herself ravishingly hungry. She didn't say much to Alan, though he talked to her almost constantly. He seemed more sure than ever that he had her under his control. Though Amanda didn't respond to his touches while she ate, she knew he was right. She certainly couldn't cause a scandal over what had happened. Too many people would be hurt. Too many people who'd had nothing to do with the incident.

After breakfast, Alan removed the collar from around Amanda's neck, the chain from her ankles. Then he let her dress and made her braid her long blonde hair again.

"I want to meet the rest of them on the trail. As if we started up from the car to meet them."

"You seem to have everything figured out," Amanda said. She pulled away when Alan came over to slip an arm around her waist. He pulled her against him roughly.

"Whenever I want to touch you, you're not to do anything about it."

"But…"

"But nothing. You're my slave from now on. Whenever I need you."

"What do you think I am? I can't think straight when you touch me like that. Please Alan, please don't." Alan took his hand away from her tits.

She was trembling slightly. It amazed her just how quickly her body responded to a male touch now. Before, she'd only experienced embarrassment and fear. But when Alan's hot palm traced the pert plumpness of her ass cheeks, she felt the tingle again. Her cunt throbbed and grew slick. Her breathing changed. She hated herself for this weakness. Where had it come from?

"Get your pack. We'll start up the trail to meet the others. And don't forget to limp a little." He took her shoulders and looked, hard into her blue eyes. "Understand?"

"Yes, Alan." She dropped her chin but he pulled it up again and kissed her hotly on the mouth. She closed her mind to the softness of his lips. It did no good. Alan's tongue played against her teeth until she groaned and let him lick deeper. Then he was sucking her tongue, petting it with his own. She sagged against him, her nostrils flared, her heart pounding. His hands touched her in all the forbidden places.

"I wish I had time to have you again. But we'd better go. There'll be time later for lots more of this."

The remainder of camping trip passed as if Amanda were in a daze. She heard voices and answered them and tried to act as if everything was normal. Her acting job turned out to be good enough. Nobody doubted that Alan had driven her to a doctor, put her up in her own private motel room and driven back to the camp the following morning. Even after the camping party had descended and loaded the gear on top of the station wagon, she felt displaced in time. As if part of her identity had been lost up there in the woods with Alan. In town she was dropped off at her house. After making a little polite conversation with her parents, Amanda hurried to the privacy of her own room. There'd be school tomorrow, and she'd have to face all her friends again. She didn't want to make them think something was wrong. And how would she face her second and last period class? Alan Walker was her teacher during those two periods; it gave her the chills to imagine how he might look at her. And what if he said something awful about what he'd done? Had it really happened? As incredible as the facts were, she had experienced something on that camping trip that still had her dizzy.

Rhonda dropped by to walk to school with her. As hard as she tried to be normal, Amanda knew that her best friend could sense a certain distraction in her mood.

"What happened when Alan drove you to the hospital?" Rhonda wanted to know.

"Oh, they just looked at my foot and said it would be okay." Amanda couldn't keep her cheeks from flushing.

"Something else happened," Rhonda insisted. "You've been acting strangely ever since you disappeared down the mountain with Mr. Walker."

"Well, it was kind of strange. I don't exactly enjoy being with one of my teachers all weekend. I was looking forward to being with all you guys at the camp." Rhonda still didn't believe her completely.

"But it's more than that. I can tell." Rhonda peered curiously at her. "You've changed."

This made Amanda blush even more. She knew how clever Rhonda was, and how experienced when it came to the opposite sex. She knew she'd have to think fast to keep ahead.

"There was this guy at the motel," she blurted, making the story up as she went along. "He was flirting with me, and later I saw him in the lobby."

"I knew it!" Rhonda said with glee. "I could tell you're not the same. Your mind has been back there in that little podunk town all this time, right?"

Amanda gave a shy nod. How could she ever tell her friend that there never had been a trip to the small-town hospital, or to a motel? How could she tell anybody what had really happened? That her own teacher had bound her and assaulted her and made her do unspeakable things.

"What's the guy's name?" Rhonda wanted to know.

"Uh… Jim. Yeah, Jim Smith."

"I'll bet you're going to get letters, right?"

"I don't think so. It was just a little flirting."

"And Mr. Walker didn't know?"

"Of course not," Amanda sighed, relieved that her friend had swallowed the tale. But by the time she reached her locker and was putting away her sweater, her hands were trembling. In an hour or so, she'd be facing Alan again. She hated the prospect of being under his watchful gaze again. But there was no way out. Like he'd told her, she was now his slave.