John Kellerman - Teacher_s captive virgin

"Listen to me closely," she said, making her voice sound as mean as she could. "If you do what I tell you, I won't hurt you."

"You silly little bitch, give me that…"

The sharp report frightened her as she squeezed the trigger. But the blast of sand where the bullet went into the ground a foot from Alan's leg scared him even more. She put the gun against his head again. Alan didn't move a muscle.

"Now listen to me," Amanda said. "And listen close."

By the time she got back to school, Amanda was trembling like a leaf. She wasn't sure if her absence had been noticed by anyone other than Alan and she was curious whether Tad and Rhonda had returned as ordered. They had, and no one had said a thing to them. Rhonda smiled as Amanda came into the classroom and gave her a quick nod. With Alan gone, the students were bullshitting and fooling around. No one had even noticed that Amanda had been missing for so long a time.

"Where is he?" Rhonda hissed, making sure that no one but Amanda heard. Tad came up then and sat down by them. Amanda took a deep breath and began.

"You won't believe this, but I left him tied up out by the lake."

Tad's face went white. "Tied up? How in hell…"

Amanda blushed. Rhonda squeezed her hand, as if acknowledging that she knew what had been going on all the time.

"He was making you do things, wasn't he Amanda?"

"Yes, and I got tired of it."

Tad looked curious. "What sort of things?"

Rhonda was fingering the grooves on Amanda's wrists where the thongs had been. Now Tad saw the places too. He gave both girls a puzzled look.

"He was using her," Rhonda hissed. "He was tying her up and making her…"

"Don't talk about it," Amanda whispered. She could see that Tad was more than a little interested in what his teacher had been doing. And as she glanced down, Amanda noticed that he was getting a terrific hard-on.

"He tied you up?" Tad wanted to know.

"Yes. I won't tell you the rest, so don't even ask." Amanda sighed and looked around to make sure no one was edging close to hear what they were talking about. "But now Mr. Walker is the one who is tied up. And he doesn't have a stitch on."

"How'd you get back to town?" Rhonda asked. "I took his car. Parked it a few blocks from the school. Since no one but him knows we cut class, we'll be safe. Alan sure won't say anything." Amanda giggled. "I called the cops and told them where he was. I told them I was a victim of his fun and games, but didn't want to press charges. I didn't give my name or anything, but Alan will have plenty of questions to answer when the patrol car arrives at the lake."

Rhonda looked scared.

"Oh God, Amanda, you took a big chance. What if he tries to make trouble?"

"I'm betting that he won't. I think he's been bluffing me, and I was too scared tar call his bluff. But now it's called." Amanda felt Tad's hand squeezing hers. He looked excited.

"You've been through a lot, haven't you?" he asked.

"I suppose so." She squeezed back to let him know she appreciated his concern. His cock looked about to break out of his Levi's.

"How about going out with me tonight?"

"My folks will be gone," Amanda said. "And I think I'd rather not go anywhere, anyway." She was already trying to think up an excuse for her father so she wouldn't have to attend the church social that evening. Tad squeezed her hand harder.

"Then I'll drop by."

She couldn't make herself tell him not to come. Rhonda gave a knowing grin.

"I guess I'll leave you two alone. I get the feeling that I'm really not needed anymore."

Things had turned out just as Amanda had expected. She'd heard the rumor, after school ended that day, the rumor about Mr. Walker. The phone kept ringing as her friends called to spread it. Mr. Walker had been found in a compromising situation out by the lake. The papers had been kept out of it, but there were complications with the police. One student whose father was a cop had lots of details. And it was said that the school officials had been seen going into the courthouse just before dark. Amanda was sure now that she had nothing to worry about. If her lustful teacher said anything about her, it would only make it worse for him in the long run. She'd risked a bluff and won.

But a hot bath and clean clothes still didn't relax her. Her mind was filled with memories of the things Alan had done to her. One part of her hated all that Alan had forced her to submit to. But another part of her tingled at the memory of his mouth sucking on her tender parts, his hands caressing her body. Yes, something inside her had changed. Not just her cherry either. Something in her mind.

She smiled as she remembered Tad's shock at bearing what Alan had been up to.

"It will be nice seeing him," she mused aloud. Then she experienced a rush of pleasure that started inside her cunt and washed up her body like a swiftly-moving tidal wave. She had forgotten Alan now. She was thinking about how Tad's big cock had felt as she'd squeezed the hot cum from it with her fingers. "Oh, what's wrong with me? I can't think of anything but sex anymore."

By the time her parents had left for the church social, Amanda could hardly sit still. She sneaked some of her father's wine and drained her glass quickly, wondering just when Tad would show up. She had just emptied a second glass when he knocked at the door.

Amanda had put on a long, flowing dress for the occasion, and she could tell Tad liked it, as his eyes passed down over her braids, over her small breasts and narrow waist. He gave her a hug, his fingers resting on the outwards swell of her ass cheeks for a daring moment. She could feel his cock pounding against her belly. This thrilled her even more than all of Alan's wicked games. Because she wanted Tad to like her.

"Want some wine?"

"Sure," he nodded, keeping his arm around her waist as they walked to the living room. She was barefoot, and the occasional glimpses he got of her bare toes under the hem of the dress seemed to work on him. The alcohol in her blood had made her feel more carefree than she'd ever felt in her life. More daring, too.

While Tad sipped his wine, she studied his handsome features and curly brown hair. They were holding hands, and she could feel him trembling ever so slightly. He was tense. After all the things Alan had done to her, Amanda thought she knew why Tad was so nervous.

"You like me, don't you?" she asked, making it more a statement than a question.

"More than just like you."

Amanda pulled the end of a braid around to suck on. This excited Tad all the more. She giggled and painted his chin with the braid.

"I think you came over here to do naughty things to me."

Tad swallowed hard and quickly took a drink of his wine.

"Well?" Amanda insisted. "Didn't you?"

"You excite me," Tad admitted, his cheeks red.

"More than Rhonda?"

"Lots more than Rhonda."

Amanda brushed her lips across Tad's and pulled away teasingly. "I think you'd like to tie me up like Alan did. Am I right?" she knew she was. Poor Tad had to squirm to make his rigid cock more comfortable.

"I'm not that kind of guy."

"Oh, don't be heroic," Amanda whispered, her wet mouth just touching the handsome boy's ear. "You do want to tie me up, don't you? While I'm all naked?" Her fingers slipped quickly down his chest, down his belly. She squeezed the lump in his jeans so hard that he groaned.

"God, Amanda, I'm crazy about you!"

She let him wrestle her down on the sofa, let him feel up wider her long skirt. Then he was unbuttoning it, fumbling to jerk it down.

"Come on," she said, pushing him away. "Let's go upstairs. I'd feel more comfortable in my own bedroom." Her smile made him lick his lips. "And anyway, I have something there you could use."