John Kellerman - Teacher_s captive virgin

"Don't… ohhhhh God, don't do that!"

Alan was pushing his middle finger deep into her hole. When he did it slowly, her ass quivered violently and her cheeks dimpled where she tensed from the excruciating pleasure. When he started using two fingers, her muscled opening was stretched a little and the friction became even more breathtaking.

"Ghhhaaaaah," she moaned, biting her lip. Her head flopped back and forth on the hood of the car as Alan penetrated her until her velvet flesh squeezed tightly around his knuckles. "Ohhhhh damn you, damn you!"

Alan had pulled his hand away but was kissing the insides of her thighs. She couldn't close them. Not even if she wanted to, and she wasn't so sure she wanted to at all. His mouth pressed hard, dividing her plump, dripping cuntlips!

She squirmed harder, her hips plunging up and down, rubbing her slippery pussy against his teeth.

"I knew you'd get to want it," Alan said, burrowing deeper, his tongue flicking out at the edges of her tight young hole.

"Nhhhhaaaah," Amanda whimpered, feeling him lick her deeper. Her muscles opened tightly around his tongue as he speared her slowly, rhythmically. Now she held her breath, her face red from the exciting tension that spread in shimmering waves over her skin.

"You want more than just my tongue, don't you?" Alan said, his voice husky. She focused her eyes enough to see that his chin was smeared with her juice. She could smell her own musky scent, and realized that ha hips were still plunging, even tough Alan had stopped licking her.

He climbed up onto the hood, straddling her naked body until she saw the heavy head of his cock swinging just inches above her mouth. Amanda turned away, but Alan grabbed her chin and forced her to let him rub his prick against her lips. The heat and firmness of his prick made her tremble. He rubbed again until her lips parted.

"Lick me, damn it."

"Nooo!"

But he pushed a finger between her teeth then, and when she opened her mouth, he forced the head of his cock inside. She let her tongue play around the taut flesh of his tip, ashamed that the touching, the licking of him was exciting her as well. She felt a dribble of spit slide down her cheek. He was pushing more of his cock into her mouth now, and as it drove slickly along her tongue, her nipples burned with pleasure.

Pumping in and out, Alan began to fuck her mouth. He pushed deeper, letting her get used to his cock an inch at a time. He was so stiff! So huge! She babbled something, moaning through her nose. The leather thongs held her arms above her head, but she strained against her bonds, her belly sucking in tightly as Alan pushed the head of his cock almost into her throat.

"Ghhhhhaaaaah," she coughed, writhing violently with the fear of choking. Alan just laughed and continued to push his hard-on in and out between her lips.

Amanda was surprised that he stopped and eased his throbbing prick out from between her teeth. Then he bent to kiss her on the mouth, his wet cock smearing spit over one of her firm nipples. He let his cock and balls slide down her chest and belly, then slide lower.

"Nooo! Don't fuck me!"

"You want it anyway. You were begging for it from that young stud you had in the car!"

"That's a lie!"

"You had cum all over your hands."

Amanda wanted to explain that it hadn't been like Alan thought. But already he was forcing his cock into her, wedging her lips apart, then the muscles of her hole. She shuddered as the thick, pulsing head dilated her. Then be was inside, his shaft making a slick sound as be thrust into the heat of her young body.

"Nhhhhaaaah," she babbled, flopping her head again. Alan licked ha armpits, licked her chest and small tits. He nursed hungrily at one of her nipples until she thought she'd scream. And all the while, his hips did a slow, rolling dance against her. His cock stretched and speared and opened her up. Her soft flesh tightened around him as she felt herself respond. She couldn't stop now. Her hips lunged and shivered. She pulled against the leather, liking the pain as the thongs cut into her wrists and ankles.

"You hot little bitch," Alan laughed, digging his fingers into her ass. "You were born to fuck."

"Ohhh, ohhhhh, don't put it in any deeper! Ohhhh, it's gonna hurt!"

But even as she moaned this, Alan curled his fingers hard into her buttocks, touching her taut, dry asshole as he forced his cocktip into her cunt hole. Shuddering violently with the depth of his penetration. Amanda rocked her hips from side td side. Her clit was being mashed down by his pubic bone and she ground against him, the slurpy suck of her juices making the movement all the more erotic.

Her hole was tightening and relaxing, then tightening again. It was clasping the thick base of his cockshaft as if trying to pull his cum out of his balls. Alan fucked faster, rubbing the sensitive bulge of his tip against her super-soft insides.

As if triggered by each thrust, her pussy contracted around him, its suction pulling his swollen tip even deeper into her belly. Amanda was so close to coming that she was drooling. Her eyes rolled. Her heart pounded in her chest and she strained against the thongs so hard that her muscles shook.

"God! Ohhhh God damn!" she squealed, biting her tongue.

Deep, deep inside her the head of Alan's cock felt like a huge plum! It was throbbing and stretching her! Then she felt the hot spurt of his cream. Only an instant later, she was coming too, riding the high, hot itch between her cuntlips. She screamed, screamed again. One thong pulled free and her hand fell down across Alan's back. She clawed him with her long nails as his cock jerked powerfully in the fevered squeeze of her pussy.

"Ohhhhh!"

"Yeah baby, get it all!"

They plunged and wallowed across the hood of his car, Amanda's firm cheeks beating a ragged rhythm as her teacher thrust his cock into her and drew it back to thrust again.

"Ahhhh, uhhhhh," he groaned, getting it in all the way, rubbing his exploding tip against her tightest, hottest flesh. The hot cum streamed down the hood now, and the sticky, squishy feel between Amanda's cuntlips made her tremble. The tickle had gone through her until she'd forgotten her own name, and now it was about to begin again. But Alan pulled out and staggered off a few feet to slump against a tree. She rolled hungrily on the warm metal of the car, needing more, but ashamed to beg for it. Alan had told her he could make her do that, and she wasn't about to prove him right.

"Just give me a few minutes and I'm going to have you again," he said, eyes glazed with sex. He sat down heavily, his back against the tree trunk.

Amanda watched him close his eyes. Was he passing out from the exertion? Had he noticed that one of the thongs had come free and she was able to untie the other one? No, he hadn't noticed anything.

It didn't take her long to get her ankles free, looking up every few seconds to make sure Alan wasn't about to pounce on her again. But he seemed asleep. Or so exhausted he couldn't bother. She rubbed her wrists as she went around to the side of the car. Her cunt was dripping hot cum down both of her thighs now. She felt messy and ashamed and very angry at the teacher who'd degraded her so completely and so often.

Looking for something to wipe herself with, Amanda opened the glove compartment. The shiny pistol lay there, as if begging her to pick it up. She ran a finger over the handle, then closed her fingers around it. Alan still dozed against the trunk of the tree nearby. A smile cut across her lips as she hefted the small pistol. Yes, it was loaded. But Alan wouldn't know that she'd never have the nerve to really shoot him. All she wanted was a little revenge. With the pistol behind her, she walked over to where he was and touched the barrel against his temple. Alan came awake with a start.