John Kellerman - Teacher_s captive virgin

Turning onto her side, then to her back, she tried to drift off. But the day's activities had excited and puzzled her. She wasn't the least bit sleepy. When she heard someone walking around outside and saw the beam of a flashlight touch their tent, she shut her eyes anyway.

"Rhonda?" It was Jimmy, kneeling just inside the flap door of the tent. He touched Rhonda's sleeping bag and Amanda heard her friend stir, "Rhonda, wake up," the boy whispered.

"Jimmy, you shouldn't be here."

"Can't sleep," was his reply. Amanda faked a snore. She was curious to see what Jim wanted at this time of night. He moved forward on hands and knees, the flashlight turned off now. Rhonda made room for him on her side of the tent, scolding him all the while for taking such a chance.

"If Mr. Walker found out you were in here…"

"He won't." There was a rustling as Jim kissed her, then took her hand and pulled it down his stomach.

"I don't think I should do this," Rhonda hissed in the darkness… The moon slid out from under the clouds that and the material of the tent let some of the light through. Amanda held her breath as she saw that Jim had already worked his jeans down in the dimness, she could make out the dark shape of his cock. She remembered to keep on snoring, taking quick looks whenever she got the chance.

"Ohhhh wow, that feels good," Jim panted, the noise louder.

"It makes me nervous. God, you're hard!"

"I was hard like this during the whole trip. Playing with you always makes me…"

"Shhhh. You'll wake Amanda up. Just lie there and be still."

"That's not easy."

"Well try. Is this how you like it?"

Amanda could hear the steady slap, slap of Rhonda's curled fingers as they rose and fell. Now she could see what her friend was doing. She was firmly grasping Jim's rigid cock, sliding the skin up and down his shaft. Whenever Rhonda's fingers came up against the flared part of his tip, the boy gasped. Amanda was able to see more dearly how he was put together as he turned partly on one aide. He was breathing fast and hard.

"You're shaking like a leaf." Rhonda whispered.

"Ohhh, Rhonda, that's the nicest thing in the world."

"You'd better get me a handkerchief. I don't want this yucky stuff all over my sleeping bag."

"Uhhh, uhhhhhhhh!" was Jim's only reply.

"Aren't you going to give me that hanky?" Rhonda asked.

"Why don't you let me make love…"

"Shhh. If you keep carrying on like that, Amanda is sure to hear."

"Aw come on, Rhonda. We've been talking about it for a long time."

"I'm not sure I want to." Her fingers moved slower now as she frowned, thinking.

"Why not? You know it'd feel good."

"But you don't even have anything to use. And you know what can happen."

"It's not all that easy to get a girl pregnant," he argued, still writhing as Rhonda's fingers squeezed just behind the head of his cock.

"Like hell! That's what a guy always says. He doesn't have to worry."

"Ohhhhh wow, Rhonda! Ohhhhh God!"

"Where's that damned hanky?"

Amanda took all of this in, her heart beating faster than ever now. It wasn't easy to keep her little act going, but she knew if she stopped making snaring noises, the two of them would stop. Turning slightly, she was able to see Jim's cock more clearly than ever. It was well over six-inches long and the head was dark and very swollen. Like a knob of stretched flesh. Rhonda's long, white fingers made a sexy contrast as they moved rapidly up and down. And Jim's eyes had become glazed, his mouth hanging open. Amanda realized she was about to witness a male climax for the very first time in her life.

Rhonda snatched a scarf from where she'd piled her clothing. Jim was starting to moan deep in his throat now and his legs kicked weakly up and down as the black-haired beauty's hand continued to rise and fall on his throbbing cock. Holding the scarf near, Rhonda leaned on one elbow, her eyes wide with excitement as she watched Jim's squirming pleasure.

"Now," he panted, hips thrusting wildly. "God damn it, now!"

Instead of hurrying the poor boy into his ecstasy, Rhonda slowed her pumping fingers. Amanda had forgotten to keep snoring, but didn't think it mattered – Jim was making so much noise as he kicked at Rhonda's sleeping bag and clawed at her arm.

The head of his cock looked like a fat mushroom. It swelled bigger before Amanda's nervous gaze. Then Rhonda's fingers slipped down almost to Jim's balls, jerked quickly upwards again. She repeated this movement once every second. Amanda was counting to herself. Then the dark blue cockhead exploded. Or it seemed to. White foam boiled out of the little slit at the tip. A streak of white lurched into the air then, splatting down wetly onto the scarf Rhonda held open. But some of it hung across her wrist, and Rhonda cursed as she tried to catch the next spurt. Jim growled and thrashed, his hips lurching as if he wanted to fuck the squeezing circle of Rhonda's fingers.

"Ohhh be careful, Jimmy! You're getting it all over the place!"

Amanda was trembling now. She'd tried not to let all this affect her too much, but it had. It was as if a door had been closed all her life, and now someone had broken it open. The smells, the moans, the frenzied jerking of Rhonda's fingers were deep, dark secrets she could hardly deal with. Amanda was panting by now, and it wasn't easy to hide her excitement. But she had to keep pretending she was asleep. She couldn't let Rhonda or Jim think she was eavesdropping on their hot little scene.

"Uhhh, uhhhhh, God damn, Rhonda!" Jim's cum was still spurting out, but Amanda saw it wasn't leaping quite so high into the air now, but what a mess it had made. The glistening white strings hung from Rhonda's thin wrist and clung between her fingers. The slick, slurpy sound of her hand sliding up and down the creamy coating of Jim's cock made Amanda shiver inside her sleeping bag. It was a sound like no other. The sound of sex! She remembered vividly how Jim's finger sounded when he'd pushed it in and out of Rhonda's tight cunt hole. This sound was similar and just as sexy.

"Oh, you did make a mess!" Rhonda whined, wiping her hand on Jimmy's t-shirt as he breathed hard to catch his breath. He'd stopped squirming altogether now but Amanda could still see his cock. A last, heavy droplet oozed from the small slit at the tip and dribbled down the length of his shaft. Amanda felt weak and dizzy. Just to look at that thing, to realize that it was shaped like that for one reason only.

"Ohhh," she breathed, closing her eyes tight. But she could still see that thing. And when she saw it, she remembered Rhonda's hole, remembered Jimmy's finger sliding in and out. Then she'd think of his cock going between her best-friend's thighs, finding that soft, slippery place and suddenly thrusting. It was almost too much to bear. She rolled over, turning her back to them. Rhonda shushed Jim, and for a second or two they were motionless. Then Rhonda sighed.

"It's okay, she's still asleep."

"I really don't give a damn," Jim moaned, rolling over.

"You'd better get out of here. If Mr. Walker…"

"He's probably dorking his wife right now," Jim said back.

"I wish you wouldn't talk like that. Can't you be more romantic?"

"Aw hell, I didn't mean anything."

After some squirming around, Amanda knew that Jimmy had gone back to his own tent. She heard Rhonda clean things up and then lie back again. Amanda wasn't very sleepy now that she'd heard all the commotion. And her mind was a confusing turmoil of unanswered questions. At last she pretended to wake up a little, turning to Rhonda in the half-dark tent.

"You still awake?"

"Yeah," Rhonda told her. The sharp aroma of cum still filled the tent. Amanda wrinkled her nose without thinking, and Rhonda noticed. "Smells pretty wild, doesn't it?"