John Kellerman - Teacher_s captive virgin

"Yes." Amanda avoided her friend's look. But she was sure Rhonda could read her thoughts. She went ahead with what was on her mind. "Was Jimmy in here just now?"

"You weren't asleep at all, were you?"

"I couldn't. You two were making so much noise."

"Then you knew what was going on?" Rhonda bit her bottom lip slowly, as if tasting it. Amanda nodded slowly, dropping her blond lashes.

"I watched. I'm sorry Rhonda, but…"

"Oh hell, I don't care. Just so you don't spread it around." There was a long moment of embarrassed silence. Amanda was the first to speak.

"It's hard, isn't it? Jim's cock, I mean."

Rhonda thought this funny. "Not all the time. But when it gets hard, it sure as hell won't bend much."

"Is that so it can…" Amanda swallowed hard.

"You guessed it." Rhonda trembled, as if remembering some erotic thrill she'd experienced in the past. "So nice and hard!"

"Rhonda, I've got to ask this. You're not a virgin any more, are you?"

"No, Amanda. I meant to tell you about it, but somehow never got around to bringing it up. Anyway, it wasn't anybody you know."

"Please tell me, please!" Amanda was ashamed of being so obvious. But her mound felt fat with blood and her juices were making her panties very wet and clingy. She squirmed a little in the soft caresses of her sleeping bag, opening and closing her thighs as she worked her trim ass up and down. It felt nice to rub her cunt down against the ground like that.

"You know Tricia Wilcox. Well, her brother…"

"Sammy! You mean you did it with Sammy Wilcox?"

"Shhh." Rhonda frowned. "I don't want everybody in the camp to know about it."

"I guess I assumed you'd done it with Jim."

"Oh hell no. He'd have it all over school in no time. He's got to appreciate me first."

"You've only gone all the way with Sammy Wilcox?"

"And just once, too." Rhonda let out a breath. "I was babysitting at the Johnson place and he dropped in to visit." Rhonda's eyes sparkled. "And the baby was asleep. We watched television, and I wasn't all that interested when he tried to put his arm around my shoulders. He is so young."

"But it happened anyway?"

"Weird, huh? I don't know what came over me. The next thing I knew, he was kind of wrestling me around and I felt him slide my panty crotch over to the side. I thought it was his finger at first, then it hurt and he was kissing me and rubbing like crazy and…" Rhonda sighed again.

Amanda's eyes widened. "You weren't afraid of getting pregnant?"

"Hell, I didn't even know what had happened. All of a sudden it got so itchy and nice down there and I couldn't stop wiggling around. I came, and Sammy came too, and then I started crying. He got embarrassed and left."

Amanda pressed her lips together. "I'll never let anybody do that to me!"

"That's easy to say. But when you get to rubbing around and kissing and feeling and all that, it's not so easy to turn off the juice."

"Well, I sure could make a guy stop. I'm not going to have my name whispered around all over school."

"Sammy promised he would never say a word." Rhonda blinked rapidly. "Of course I had to promise him that we could do it again sometime."

"You promised him that?"

"I had to Amanda. I just had to…"

Amanda rolled over, still too excited to go back to sleep. She even began to wonder what Alan Walker was doing to his wife in their tent. She recalled how he'd looked at her that day, and, though it could only be called an innocent interest at most, Amanda had been deeply affected by his touch all the same. She'd never thought of herself as a great beauty, or even as a person who might interest the opposite sex. Yet the looks Alan had given her had been more than teacherly.

"I'm being silly," she admonished herself. "I'm letting my imagination run away with me." But it still took her a long time to get to sleep.

The following morning everyone ate a hearty breakfast. A hike was planned, and Mr. Walker was busy making sure everybody had the proper items in their packs and plenty of water. Again, Amanda was aware of the man's attention. He helped her adjust the straps on her pack. Even Rhonda noticed, and gave a wink which Amanda pretended not to notice. Amanda had her long blond hair in braids, a red flannel shirt stuffed into cut-off jeans and bright red knee-socks to go with her spiffy hiking boots. Seeing her reflection in the side mirror of the station wagon, she was pleasantly surprised by her leggy, lithe appearance. But the loose shirt didn't do anything for her bust, what little she had. Lucky Rhonda wore something tight to accentuate her large, firm tits. Three of the guys were fooling around by her, much to Jimmy's distaste.

As they started off through the woods, Mr. Walker dropped back to Amanda's side. They talked as they walked, and Amanda learned what Alan had planned. At a fork in the trail, the party split into two separate teams. Amanda was with Alan's bunch, of course, while Rhonda and Jimmy went with Mrs. Walker. They were all to meet before sundown near the top of the mountain. There, they would spend the night near the ruins of a mining camp, or so Alan said.

Now there were just the three of them – Mr. Walker, Amanda and Evan, the shyest boy on the trip. The other three boys, Rhonda and Alan Walker's wife had taken the high trail. When Amanda realized that one of her boots was beginning to rub, she slowed down. Alan got her to admit that she was having trouble, then went up ahead to stop Evan. Amanda sat on a rock, untying the bothersome boat. She could see Alan saying something to Evan, and then the boy tightened his pack and moved on up the trail. Mr. Walker came back to help her slide the boot off.

"I told Evan to go ahead. We can catch up with him later."

"If I just loosen it a bit, maybe that will make it better."

"Let's have a look at it first," Alan insisted. Amanda felt odd as the handsome teacher slipped her sock off. Her foot was hot and damp, and the way he touched it made her shiver. She'd always thought her feet too long. Alan looked at each toe adoringly.

"I'll put a little tape on your toe. That should do it."

But that didn't quite do it at all. Because when Alan finished taping her, he bent his head down suddenly to kiss her ankle. Kicking instinctively, Amanda struggled to get free of his grasp. Alan just laughed and grabbed her thin wrists.

"You pretty little minx," he growled, "I've been watching you for a long time. Being alone with you is too good an opportunity to pass up."

"Mr. Walker! Please let me get up!" Amanda watched with excited shock as he kissed her ankle again, his tongue caressing her fine, white skin. "What would your wife think if…"

"Are you going to tell her?"

"But Evan…"

"He's gone. He'll wait somewhere ahead." Alan was breathing hard now, his eyes ravishing her, his hands tracking the long, willowy shape of her leg. Twisting suddenly, Amanda broke free. She stumbled off the path, one boot on, one boot off. She didn't get far. She bumped a tree, then another one. Behind her she could hear Alan following, dragging their gear along with him. At last she tripped on a root and went down in a clear patch of wild grass and flowers. She was up on her hands and knees when she felt Alan hug her small waist from behind. Then his mouth was wet against the nape of her neck as he caressed her belly with a hot, trembling hand.

"You don't realize how much I've worshipped you," he said, his voice husky. "Watching you in class, dreaming of having you alone in the woods. And now, that dream has came true."

"No! Mr. Walker, you've got to stop this!"

But Alan had rolled her onto her back and was pressing his thighs against her own, nuzzling the sweaty dampness of her neck. Thrashing, whimpering helplessly, Amanda strained against the big man's assault. She closed her thighs tight and tried to keep them that way. Alan didn't force her to open them. What he did was to start kissing her neck. The shivery thrills weakened her until all she could hear was the rustling of their bodies in the grass and her own labored breathing. He kissed his way to her mouth. Though she wouldn't give in, the wet press of his lips against her was too powerful to ignore. A hand slid up between her thighs, pressed against the crotch of her cut-offs.