John Kellerman - Teacher_s captive virgin

Alan tightened his lips around her tit, pulling it deeper. Her mouth opened as she tried to cry out, but Alan smothered the yell with one hand. Then she was coming, her cunt squeezing rhythmically at the thickness that filled her young pussy.

Amanda felt Alan tense only seconds after her climax had begun. Then his hot cream was pouring into her, making her pussy all slippery hot. Whimpering, panting, she let her body go. She writhed like a snake. Her legs strained against the thongs that bound her ankles to her thighs. But she was tied there, trapped there. And now Alan was sliding his big cock in and out as his cream poured out. He tamped the spurting stuff into her, each thrust making her ass cheeks quiver.

"Ahhh, ahhhhhhh!" she cried, tossing and bucking under him.

"Baby doll!"

"Ohhhhh, Alan, do it faster! Damn you, do it faster!"

Amanda could hardly believe she was saying these words. But if she was, she didn't care. Nothing mattered but that burning glory between the lips of her cunt. Her dripping pussy was exploding in lusty spasms as it tightened around Alan's cock shaft. Her slippery insides smeared more wetness across the swollen head that kept gauging and raping and fucking her! Alan kissed her mouth.

"Oh, Amanda," he sighed.

"Nhhhaaaaah," she panted back, her belly hard with the effort of moving her ass around. Alan kissed her again and this time she found herself sucking his tongue as he pushed it in and out between her lips. Amanda jerked her arms but the thongs held, cutting into her wrists. The tension of trying to escape her bonds pushed her over the line. She was coming gloriously, her ass beating the desk, her cunt milking the thick sap from Alan's body. The itchy tingle she felt was so excruciatingly good that she strangled on a scream.

Alan never stopped fucking her. His swollen cock penetrated her again and again, gouging out the pleasure she'd never known, not even dreamed about. And then, with a weak shudder, Amanda went limp.

When Rhonda ran into her during the next class, she gave Amanda the funniest look.

"What have you been doing?"

"Why?" Amanda was thinking fast. What had Rhonda noticed? Was some of Alan's cum leaking from her enough to cause a smell? Had he changed her in some way so that Rhonda could tell she'd been fucked?

"Oh, you're all flushed and…" Rhonda wrinkled her brow. "I know this is silly, Amanda, but I get the feeling you have just been fucking." Rhonda said suddenly. "Bet you went in the girls' bathroom, right? Using your finger?"

Amanda nodded quickly. "Yes I was. Please don't tell anybody." She'd never admitted anything intimate to her friend before, but this time the lie seemed the only way she could save herself. Rhonda seemed pleased with her admission.

"I do it too. Lots of times. Sometimes even in class." Rhonda tossed her long black hair. "Anybody special got you so worked up that you have to use a finger on your pussy?"

"No. Nobody special."

"I'll bet it's that new guy. The tall one with the bedroom eyes."

"No, Rhonda. I don't really have a boyfriend."

"Well, he was looking at you today. I think he's in your last class."

Amanda winced. Just the mention of her last class made her fearful. Alan would be her teacher, and she knew he'd be watching her, even if he couldn't do anything about it.

During lunch, Amanda could hardly eat. All she could think of was the awful things Alan had done to in. While she remembered, she found herself again. What power did be have to excited all over make her tremble when she thought of his cock?

Her wrists were still red from being tied and her cunt was still swollen. Though Alan had helped her clean up, she was afraid that there was enough of his cum on her to give the secret away. Because she'd learned now that it did have its own special aroma. A smell that had turned her off at first. Now it made her think of when he'd made her take some in her mouth.

Walking outside after leaving the cafeteria, Amanda saw Rhonda waving to her to come over. Rhonda was talking to the new boy, that tall, brown-haired dream with the soft eyes. Amanda wasn't really in the mood. Her mind was a swirling confusion of guilt and vivid images of the pleasure she'd experienced with Alan. But she couldn't avoid them.

Nor could she avoid the invitation to drive around with Tad. Rhonda snuggled up next to him as they left the campus and turned on Main Street. Amanda could tell that her friend was trying to work fast. But Tad kept Amanda in the conversation.

"Wish we didn't have to go back to school," Tad said, turning up the radio. "Too nice a day for that crap." Rhonda's eyes twinkled.

"Yeah. Maybe we should ditch."

Though she could get in trouble, Amanda had been looking for an excuse to avoid Alan. "Why don't we?" Tad saw her a warm smile.

"I could get some beer and we could go to the lake."

"It's still warm enough to swim. Let's go!"

Rhonda was bouncing up and down on the seat.

After stopping at a place Rhonda knew, Tad came out with a paper bag. It was the only one in town where kids could buy beer and the look on the tall boy's face said that he'd been successful. In fifteen minutes they were at the lake.

Rhonda ran around on the beach, showing off her figure while Tad watched with obvious appreciation. But he spent just as much time sneaking glances at Amanda. Amanda wasn't sure why. She felt awkward and shy when compared to her dark-haired friend. Yet Tad was obviously interested.

"Come on," Rhonda called, unbuttoning her blouse. "Let's get wet!" Wearing only her bra and a pair of skimpy red panda, Rhonda waded out into the lake. Tad hesitated, then sat on a rock to pull off his boots. Amanda watched, nervous to be the only spoil-sport.

"Aren't you coming in?" the boy asked.

"I'd feel funny. I don't look all that great without my cloths on anyway."

"I'll bet you look terrific." He skinned his shirt and took off his jeans. Under his skivvies, Amanda could see the lump of his cock. For the first time in her life, she could imagine what it might look like.

Afraid that Tad had seen her looking, she blushed and turned away.

"I think I'll take a walk," she said, going towards the trees that circled the lake.

Amanda walked along a woodland path, enjoying the freedom from school, trying not to think about any of the problems she'd been having. But her mind kept drifting back to Alan, to the camping trip where he'd bound her and done wicked things to her body. She realized now that what he'd done had changed bet. Not just because her cherry had been broken. But in deeper, more important ways. Whereas she'd never been that obsessed with sex before, it was the only thing she could think of now. She was even trying to imagine what Tad's cock looked like. Was it as big as Alan's? Or even bigger?

Back at the water's edge, she couldn't see Rhonda or Tad anymore. Her first thought was that they had sneaked off to be alone. She certainly didn't want to bother them. Yet her curiosity was intense. Maybe she could go sit in the car and play the radio to get her mind off of things.

As she approached the car, Amanda heard Rhonda's sigh, then her husky-throated groan. She realized that the two of them had taken to the back seat of the car, and she knew that it wasn't polite to be peeking. But she took the few more steps to peek carefully through the back window.

Tad had his finger inside Rhonda's cunt. Her panties had been stripped down and her dark cunt curls were plastered down with the sex juice she was leaking. The sound of Tad feeling her up made Amanda tremble. Neither of them saw her. They were far too interested in their hot little game to notice they were being watched.

"I wish you'd suck me," Tad whispered. Rhonda frowned.