John Kellerman - Teacher_s captive virgin

Looking down as a truck passed them, the reflected light clearly illuminated her best friend's lap. Again, Jim had pulled her pink panties to one side, revealing the fringe of dark curls on each of her cuntlips and the pink, delicate gloss between. Rhonda's cunt seemed swollen. As if the soft insides wanted to push out like some strange flesh flower. Amanda thrilled at the thought. She glanced down again, taking advantage of every passing car now.

That time she'd clearly seen Jim's finger penetrating Rhonda's body. Though they had not discussed it Amanda had always assumed Rhonda was a virgin like herself. Now she wasn't so sure. Because Jim was poking and stabbing with his middle finger and when he held it deep, Rhonda breathed raggedly and her hips rocked from side to side. Somehow she managed to keep her face a bland mask. But Amanda could hear what she was whispering to the boy beside her.

"Yesss… ohhhh, Jimmy, yes!"

"You gonna come?" he wanted to know.

"I think so. It's tickling wonderfully now! Ohhhh my! Ohhhh woweeee!"

"Don't carry on too much. That damned bastard is trying to figure out why you're wiggling around so much back here."

"I am not wiggling."

"Like hell you're not." Jim eased his finger out of her and Amanda stared with wonder at the glistening wetness that coated his knuckles. She knew that every girl was wet inside her, but she hadn't expected to see that much lubrication on Jim's skin. It made her tingle again. Though she'd never touched herself very intimately, she wondered if her slit was as well-lubricated as her friend Rhonda's was.

"Uhhhh, uhhhhh, Jimmy!" Rhonda gasped, grasping his wrist with both hands as if to guide him. The boy panted, excited by her clutching fingers, mesmerized by her feminine hunger. So engrossed in his petting was he that Amanda was sure the boy was hardly aware of her presence. And Rhonda seemed to have forgotten her too.

"You're not gonna holler, are you?" Jim whispered.

"… try not… ohhh, ohhhh, Jimmeeee, you don't know how that feels!"

"I've been doing this so long my balls ache," he panted back. Amanda saw another car approaching and as the lights flicked by, she looked down to see the swollen lump Jimmy was talking about. His Levi's were stretched taut and the way his hips moved on the seat gave Amanda a giddy, breathless feeling. She knew the rudiments of sex. And she knew what Jim's thrusting movements meant.

"Find me something to bite on," Rhonda panted. "A pencil… anything."

"Here's my ballpoint pen," Jim whispered, jerking it from his shirt pocket. Amanda heard the crunching sound as her friend's teeth broke through the plastic. She was making husky humming sounds deep in her throat, and her eyes were squeezed tightly shut. Then Amanda watched with wonder as Jim's slickened finger slid in and out very fast, the movement making a slurpy, sucking sound as Rhonda's cunt tightened around his knuckles.

It was the violence of Rhonda's last spasms that excited and awed Amanda. She'd heard about how wild lovemaking could be. But she'd never suspected that it could make a girl act so totally uncontrolled. Rhonda chewed the ballpoint pen into fragments as she clutched Jim's wrist with both hands and plunged her hips against his probing fingers. As another car streaked past, Amanda was able to see the small pink nub peeking from the highest point of her friend's, slit. It made a wet, smacking sound whenever Jim caressed it with his thumb. Amanda noticed with some excitement that Jim's thumb looked as slippery wet as Rhonda's swollen slit!

"… Nhhhuuhhhhhh," Rhonda breathed, the pen cracking again as she chewed down on it. Then she seemed to go limp and her ass did a little dance against the seat, wiggling and thrusting and rolling in jerky circles as Jim continued to slide his finger in and out of her body. By now Amanda was certain that Rhonda had lost her cherry. It was hard to say when this had happened.

In the seat in front of them, Ralph and Sal were laughing over some private joke, gesturing eagerly as they pointed out the window. Evan was dozing, his head down on his chest. In the front seat, Mrs. Walker was perusing a map again. But her husband, alert behind the wheel, had given Amanda a long look in the rear-view mirror. Coming when it did, the look made her tremble and flush.

"Oh wow," Rhonda sighed, taking the pen from her mouth. She had to spit put a few tiny pieces of plastic. Jim frowned at what was left of the ballpoint when she handed it to him. Rhonda gave him an apologetic shrug. "If I hadn't had that thing to bite on, I would have screamed my head off." Jim managed a smile.

"Yeah, okay."

"Thank you, Jimmy," Rhonda said, giving his hand a squeeze. "That was really neat."

"Wish I could say the same," Jim told her. As he changed his position in the seat, he gave a groan of pain. Rhonda's cheeks colored delicately.

"I can't do anything here."

"I guess not." For the first time he glanced towards Amanda. She shut her eyes as if she were slumbering. Her mind was whirling with confusing thoughts and her heart hadn't even started to slow down.

They got to the campground late, and, as the boys started setting up one of the three large tents they'd brought, Mr. Walker unloaded the remaining gear from the roof of the station wagon. Helping him, Amanda caught her heel on a tree root and staggered back. Mr. Walker caught her, his hand pressing against her belly. Even through her sweater, she could feel the heat of his palm and the sensation made her feel odd.

"Sorry, Mr. Walker," she apologized.

"Call me Alan." His hand stayed on her belly. "We're not in a classroom now."

"Thanks for catching me." As she turned, Alan Walker's hand slipped over the swell of one breast and Amanda quickly pulled away, struggling to regain her composure. She was embarrassed for more than one reason. The unexpected caress, accidental as it may have been, had made her cunt throb and tingle. It embarrassed her too, for anyone to know just how flat-chested she was. Swallowing hard, tossing her mane of blond hair, Amanda went back to the unloading. Twice she caught Alan looking at her, once as she bent over, another time as she stretched on tiptoes to slide and their duffel off the rack.

The girls were to sleep in one tent, the boys in another, Mr. Walker and his wife in the third one. But Amanda was restless as she unrolled her bag and sat in the darkness to untie her tennies.

"Boy, am I bushed," Rhonda sighed, jerking off her clothes and stretching her long legs down into her sleeping bag. Amanda searched for the nerve to ask a certain question. The question had been burning in her brain for hours and she knew she wouldn't be able to rest until she heard the answer from Rhonda's lips.

"Rhonda?"

"Mmmmm?"

"What did it feel like? I mean… when Jimmy made you."

"Ohh, I know what you're asking. You want to know what it felt like to come?"

"Yes!"

"Good. So good that I could talk about it all night and you still wouldn't have the vaguest notion of just how good."

"That g-g-good?" Amanda whispered, her cunt throbbing.

"Yes. That good!" Rhonda yawned and turned over. "Night."

Cupping three fingers against her panty-covered mound, Amanda breathed out. "Night."

Amanda tried sleeping like that, her fingers pressing, but not rubbing her cunt. It was against everything she'd been taught to even consider exciting herself, though she had heard of such things. She imagined that girls did to themselves what Jimmy had done to Rhonda. That was daring enough. To imagine how it had felt to Rhonda to have that boy's finger sliding in and out of her body was mind-boggling.

A girl was supposed to let her husband take care of such details. And Amanda didn't think she'd be married for quite some time. After all, she was just a kid.