John Kellerman - Teacher_s captive virgin

"Just squeeze it a few times. I'm about to got sick, it hurts so bad."

"I don't even know you, and you're asking me to…"

"Please!"

The look of anguish in the young man's eyes we so sincere that Amanda felt bad. She chewed her lip and looked down to here Rhonda still played at the water's edge. Then she took a big breath and tightened her fingers.

"You're the one who really turns me on," Tad said, his hand caressing her shoulder. "Yeah, squeeze it like that." He looked down toward the water and then back at Amanda. "I'm gonna pull my jeans down so you can really squeeze it."

"No, I'm getting out." She reached for the door handle, but Tad grabbed her wrist. His eyes threatened. "Tad, I don't want to do this, I…" Her protests were smothered by a wet kiss. Trying not to enjoy it didn't help. Tad knew how to kiss, and soon her heart was pounding, her skin warm with the flush of excitement. As he kissed her, he worked his cock out of his Levi's and made her curl her fingers around it again.

"I shouldn't be doing this," she gasped, panting against his neck. His hands petted her back and sides and she felt her pussy overflow with juice. When she looked down, her heart picked up speed.

She'd watched Rhonda fooling around with him only moments before. Now her own hot hand was massaging him, milking him. She let her fingers ride slowly up and down his shaft, taking his foreskin along. It covered his tip partway, then exposed it again. He looked glossy down there, and the head of his cock was very dark. Tad bared his teeth, his head limp against the seat.

"Ohhhhh God! Ohhhhh God damn!"

"It's throbbing something awful," Amanda blurted.

She was looking down when the tiny fountain of white bubbled up a few inches into the air. The hot strings of cum dripped down over her clasping fingers. Though she knew she shouldn't like something so messy and sinful, the slick stuff made her thrill. She cursed herself for enjoying it. But she was enjoying it. Each strong spurt of cream made her heart jump. To watch Tad writhe around in the seat was just as exciting. To think that she was doing it, causing it all.

"Ohhhhh, baby! Ohhhhh, Amanda, Amanda, Amanduuhhhhhh!"

Now his cum was really jumping! She panted loudly as she continued to work her long, thin fingers up and down his rigid prick. The messy slickness made her jacking movements slurpy and sexy, and Amanda was reminded of how it had sounded when Rhonda had been fingerfucked. She remembered too how it used sounded when Alan Walker had eaten her pussy and fucked her and done other naughty things.

"You're so hard!" she gasped, forgetting herself. The glistening globs of cream oozed down her wrist as Tad's big balls drew up tightly against the base of his shaft. That cock she held appeared beautiful now. She knew it went against everything she'd been taught, but she couldn't help it. It was beautiful. So big, so fat with blood! So hot against her palm. Again she imagined it sliding into her body, then whimpered and shook her head to get rid of the sinful thought.

"Ohhhhh, don't stop," Tad gasped, another sneak of white leaping a foot into the air. Amanda had been leaning too close. A hot droplet clung against her cheek and she pulled back in shock. But she didn't stop pumping Tad's cock for a second.

It ended almost as quickly as it had begun. Instinctively, Amanda continued to pump his prickshaft, but slowed the rhythm. That swollen tip was as dark as before and just as big too. Except now, the cum wasn't spurting. It just rolled out, oozing down over the smooth tip in little waves. Another surge bubbled up and the tiny slit opened and closed in one last spasm of excitement.

Tad gave Amanda the softest, sweetest look she'd ever had from a boy in her life. She couldn't help but melt a little.

"I'd better find something to clean up with," she said, lowering her lashes.

"Hey, Amanda, thanks. I really needed it, and you weren't afraid."

"You shouldn't thank me. Rhonda's the one who got you excited."

"But she's bullshit. You're the one."

"You said that before. I'm not sure I should believe you."

"Listen, I've got ta see you again. I promise I'll be a good boy when we go out."

"Tad, I…"

It was a scream from Rhonda that made them both look up. She was running towards the car, waving her arms. Then Amanda saw the reason for her excitement. A car was circling the lake road, coming directly towards them. It was Alan Walker's car!

"Oh Christ!" Tad said, jerking at his Levi's, trying to cover his cummy, wilting cock. The car braked to a stop and Alan was out. His face looked angry and he was running. Amanda got out of the car before she knew what she was doing. She started walking backwards, then turned to run. By now Alan had already ordered Rhonda and Tad to stay where they were. Amanda heard his accusations and threats of trouble with the principal. Alan caught her fifty yards down the beach. In her fright, Amanda hadn't thought to wipe the hot cum from her hands. When Alan grabbed her, he made a face and then spun her around.

"You filthy little bitch! Been playing games out here, have you? Couldn't wait for me to take care of you. I knew you were a nymphomaniac when I first laid eyes on you."

She was crying now, ashamed and shocked that Alan had caught her skipping school. But more ashamed that he'd caught ha with cummy hands. They were back where Tad was parked now. Tad and Rhonda were standing there, looking very nervous. Tad glowered when Alan ordered them both back to the school grounds.

"I'll bring Amanda back to school myself. You three should know better. I'll have to think about what kind of punishment you'll get."

Tad almost said something, but didn't. Amanda was relieved he held his peace. He looked mad, and with Alan mad too, it would only make matters worse. Tad drove off with Rhonda though, her heart fell. She was all alone with Alan now, and when he slapped her face and pushed her against his car, she began to sob louder than ever.

"So what have you been doing? How did you get that cum all over your hands?"

"It… it was an accident."

"Like hell. What did Tad do to you? Eat your pussy? Did he fuck you?"

"No! I swear it, no!"

Alan slapped her again. Then his mouth curled into a wicked grin. He reached into his pocket, and she saw the leather thongs that had bound her wrists before. When his hand come forward she pulled back. But he had her trapped against the car.

"Now I'm going to teach you a lesson," he growled. Amanda, weakened with fear, went to her knees in the sand.

Struggling and whimpering, Amanda was stripped of her clothing. Everything but her blue knee socks. Alan had always had a thing about those. And as he pushed her around roughly, he stroked her willowy body and told her what a naughty little bitch she was.

"I'm gonna make you beg for it," he panted, giving the thong a jerk. The leather cut into her wrists enough to make Amanda wince. Pulling her arms over her head, Alan bound the loose end of the thong to his spotlight. Now he opened her legs, tying one ankle to each end of the bumper.

"If anyone drives up, you'll be in lots of trouble," Amanda told him. But she could see that Alan was not in a reasonable mood. He was stripping off his own clothes now. His cock jerked upwards from his skivvies as he skinned them. He came at her hungrily, mounting the hood where she lay stretched and helpless. He pushed two fingers between the lips of her cunt. "Ohhhhhh!" Amanda gasped, her long lashes fluttering.

"You're wet enough for anything I want to do," he growled. "What were you letting that dumb kid do to you when I drove up?"

Alan continued to stroke her, his fingers sliding over her slippery meat. She writhed and panted, her heart picking up speed. She knew she couldn't control her body's reactions. She'd learned that much by now. And Alan knew exactly where to touch her.