John Kellerman - Teacher_s captive virgin

It was even worse than she'd imagined. During the second-period class, Alan asked her the hardest questions of all and, when she couldn't answer, he told her to stay after class. The bell rang and she remained in her seat, head bowed slightly. The kids filed out, talking and laughing and then they were alone. The classroom would not be used for the next period, and Alan's smile said he had plans for Amanda.

"I've already spoken to your next-period teacher," Alan told her. His hand was soft against her neck. She hated him touching her. But the touch made thrills go down her back. She squirmed, keeping her eyes averted. "You won't have to attend your next class."

"Oh?"

"I've got something more important for you to do." He helped her rise and pulled her close against him. His hands slipped down the outside of her short dress, caressing the swells of her ass under the thin cotton. Immediately, Amanda felt the rush of juice leaking into the crotch of her panties. She shook her head.

"I don't want to…"

"It doesn't matter what you want to do. Come with me to my office."

By the time they stepped into the hall, the bell for the next period had rung. There was no one there to see her walking ahead of Mr. Walker. Amanda was thankful for that. His eyes were undressing her every step of the way. He unlocked the door to his office and guided her inside. When he locked the door behind them, she trembled, hugging her books against her tits so hard that her nipples burned.

"Don't be so damned skittish," he grinned. "Don't you remember how nice it was in the cabin? Don't you remember how you wiggled when I shoved my cock…"

"Don't talk like that," Amanda whined, turning her back to him. He came to her, took her books away. His fingers found the first button of her blouse and worked it open. She was breathing faster now as he opened the blouse back over her shoulders and gazed with undisguised passion at the small-cupped bra that covered her tits.

"You're beautiful."

"No I'm not. And I wish you didn't think I was."

"Willowy is more the word."

"I don't want you to like me like this," she blurted.

"Remember how it was in the cabin?"

"I don't want to remember. I'm still a virgin as far as anyone knows."

"But you're not really. I had my cock eight inches inside your hot little pussy!"

"Ohhhh stop! Ohhhhhh, get your hands off…"

But her bra was loose by now, and Alan pulled her against him, the lump in his pants rubbing between her ass cheeks as he fondled each of her tits. She felt her body shiver violently as she sagged against him. When he touched her like that, she couldn't think straight. One of his hot hands was sliding down her belly, under the waist of her skirt.

"Ohhhhh!" he gasped as he curled three fingers up against the crotch of her panties. Her mound throbbed against the pressure, leaking more juice through the sheer satin, wetting Alan Walker's hand. He rubbed gently back and forth, forcing her undies up between her outer lips.

Now her skirt was unbuttoned. It dropped down her thighs and puddled around her feet. All her clothing had been removed except her blue knee socks and her panties. She thought of someone barging into the office, of finding Alan and her there like that. But he had locked the door. He was taking all the precautions. And his finger was searching under the elastic of her panty crotch now, touching her slickened, tender flesh.

"Ohhhhhhh!" she gasped, knees trembling.

He pushed her over onto his desk and made her lie on her back. Amanda felt him undo her sandals and drop them on the floor. His fingers caught at her panties, and she squirmed and tried to stop him. But with a growl of lust, Alan stripped the skimpy things off, pushing her long legs up so that her bent knees touched her titties.

Blushing furiously, Amanda tried not to look at him. But the way he gazed down into her dripping pink cunt made her shiver all the more. He had pulled a strip of leather out of his pocket and was winding it around one of her ankles. Then he wound the thong back around her thigh. Now she couldn't straighten that leg. He bound the other ankle in the same way and adjusted her position so that her cheeks were at the very edge of the desk. A rivulet of her juice leaked down the crack of her ass. Alan caught a droplet on his fingertip and put it to his lips. Just watching him taste her fluids was enough to start her heart to pounding. She knew that he meant to taste her much deeper than that.

"I think I'd better tie your hands, too. I like it when you're completely helpless."

"Aren't you afraid of someone coming to your office? What if the principal…"

"No one knows we're here." He had another thong out of his pocket and was pulling it tight around her wrists. He stretched both her arms high above her head and draped the thong down over the other side of the desk, tying it around the leg. Amanda squirmed, her head flopping from one side to the other. It was strange how he'd undressed her down to the knee socks. Alan Walker seemed to have a thing about socks. But now he was bending between her parted thighs, his tongue already flicking out as he burrowed between the plumpness of her lips. She writhed in a frenzy as the first hot pleasure knifed through her. His tongue found her hole quickly, and began to poke deeply into the muscled opening.

"Hhhhhaaaahhh," she breathed, wishing it was all a dream. A high, hot dream that she could forget about upon awakening. Alan's tongue was no dream, though. It was real, all too real. It was going deeper! It was making her clit swell out from its tiny hood. Amanda pumped her hips, unable to resist moving against the hungry heat of Alan's mouth.

Alan moved his chin up and down in the squishy smoothness of her open pussy. He probed with his tongue, probed deeper than before. His fingers dug into her ass cheeks as she squirmed uncontrollably against the fucking magic of his licks. She was so swollen down there, so sensitive! Her heart thudded in her chest as if it might jump out. Her head fell to one side and she knew she was drooling from the corner of her mouth.

Alan drew his cock out of her so that only that swollen head was forcing her muscles open. She moved instinctively, making Alan moan as her slickened pussy contracted.

"Ahhhhh, baby, that's sweet!"

"Don't put it in me again! It makes me crazy when you do that!"

"Feel it slow now," he laughed, "inch by inch."

"No!"

But Amanda had to feel it. She had to feel every hot, throbbing inch as he slid his cock into her with teasing gentleness. Her ass moved again, whipping up and down as that thick chunk of prickmeat filled her, penetrated her to the hilt. Alan's balls pressed against her ass cheeks now as she panted shamefully and rocked her hips from side to side in a jerky, hurried way.

"Ohhh, ohhhhh my God! Ohhhhhhh I can't stand it anymore!"

Alan leaned up over her body, his feet on the floor, his mouth wet on her tits. He fucked her like that, only his tongue and cock in contact with her body. Amanda felt as if she were losing her mind.

This time Alan wasn't sliding in and out of her. He was just holding himself very, very deep. The heat and wetness of her tight young pussy squeezed down with convulsive contractions that made him grow. Amanda knew she was exciting him, but couldn't make her body behave. Her pussy seemed to have a will of it's own. Her pussy was pulling at that huge cock, milking it, sucking it! She could feel the rippling muscles inside her. And Alan was enjoying every second of it.

"Yeah, baby, ohhhh wow, you're so fine!"

"Take it out! Ohhhh take it out of me! Too big! Too hot! I'm gonna die if you don't take it out of me."

But he wouldn't take it out of her. He just held it deep, letting her fevered cunt ravish him. His hands caressed the sides of her body. His mouth found one of her small tits and sucked the nipple between his teeth. Now the hot tremors that coursed up and down her belly grew more intense. She began to plunge her ass up and down so hard that it thumped the edge of the desk.