John Kellerman: Teacher_s captive virgin

"Ohhhh, ohhhhhh stop!"

Alan undid the front of her shirt. Amanda was embarrassed that he'd discovered she wore no bra. But her tits weren't really big enough to need support. The look in Alan's eyes said that they were plenty big enough, though. He groaned with lust and his open mouth dropped to one as Amanda bucked with futility against the bent grass.

"Don't! Ohhhhh don't do th-th-that!" The soft slurp of his tongue made her hips jerk. Her mind cartwheeled as she felt her nipple harden upwards, thickening, stiffening against Alan Walker's flicking tongue.

"God… Ohhhhhh God!" Nobody had ever in her whole life done that! She had hardly touched her own tits either, and now with a hot, wet mouth surrounding one of her tender swells of flesh, she writhed. Tingling jolts of pleasure went down her belly and into the depths of her slit. Alan seemed to be trying to suck her poor little tit right down his throat.

Thrashing around in the grass had made Amanda feel weaker. But she still tried to pull at Alan's hair, tried to beat him away from her. One blow glanced off his cheeks and she heard him curse.

"Okay, you little wildcat, let's try it this way then." He rolled her onto her stomach and pulled her wrists behind her. A leather thong was quickly wrapped around them and cinched tight. A sense of helplessness went through Amanda's body. When Alan pushed her over again, there was a new look in his eyes. His trembling fingers undid her cut-offs and began jerking them down.

"Have you lost your mind?" she squealed, trying to kick at him. But he managed to fight her down enough to strip the faded denim away from her panties. Alan stared at the flimsy bit of nylon that covered her virgin cunt. He was breathing harder than ever and his manner made Amanda swallow nervously.

"You'd better let me up now," she whispered. He was untying her other biking boot, caressing the naked sole of her foot as he slowly stripped her sock down. She let him do that, hoping he'd be satisfied. In her heart she knew better. He wanted more. He wanted much more. His hands went to her hips then, and he ran his finger down towards her pussy.

Again, she was wiggling violently, trying to keep her body away from him. It was useless. Alan's fingers curved under her mound and he pressed upwards, forcing the thin satin between her swollen lips. The friction was intense as he rubbed her cunt right through her panties. Her hips lurched one way and then the other as she tried to shut out the breathtaking pleasure Alan's fingers were giving her. It was the kind of pleasure she couldn't compare with anything else that had ever happened to her. An itchy, tickling kind of pleasure that made her breath come in hot little puffs, and made her eyes roll in her head.

"Nhhhaaaahh!" she gasped, struggling to pull her hands free. But they were firmly tied behind her and now that Alan had pushed her shirt open, he began to kiss his way down her belly.

"Lovely little bitch," he growled, tonguing her navel. Amanda's braids tangled in the grass. The sun cast dappled patterns across her white flesh as Alan continued to suck at her navel and then moved lower.

"Noooo!" she whimpered, trying to pull a foot back to kick him. It was no use. He pushed her knees apart and pressed his mouth tightly against the crotchband of her panties. In just seconds, he was licking his way under that narrow band of nylon! Amanda struggled with what little strength she had left. But the next thing she felt made her stiffen, her back arching up from the ground.

Alan's tongue slid wetly down the place where her plump, blond-fringed cunt was seeping juice. When he licked back up again, the delicate flesh parted. Amanda's heels dug into the grass and she made a choking sound deep in her throat. She had lifted her ass up from the ground now, so great was the tension inside her.

Alan dug his fingers into the meat of her ass and probed gingerly with his tongue. Her outer lips had let him enter and now he was softly petting her inner folds apart.

"Ghhhaaaaaahh," Amanda babbled, eyes out of focus as the thrills scorched her body. Her ass thumped weakly into the grass again as Alan traced the line of her slit, following it upward toward her clit.

The very thought of a man puffing his mouth against her cunt was mind-blowing enough. But the fact that this man, this Alan, was a trusted member of the community, one of her teachers, was the most shocking thing of all.

Her naked thighs quivered as she tried to bring them down off Alan's shoulders. He stopped her, keeping his arms hooked over her legs, pushing her knees back slowly until they were pressed against her body. Then he gave her a crazy look and burrowed his open mouth into the soft pink flesh of her young cunt.

Writhing as much from the pleasure as from her desire to escape, Amanda gasped, her head flopping from side to side. He had to be drunk or crazy or something. But she knew he was none of these. At least he hadn't been just a few moments before he'd jumped on her. Had the sight of her bare foot sparked all this craziness? She was so confused. And the throbbing tickle was growing more intense between the plump halves of her mound.

"Ohhh, ohhhhh stop it, stop it, stop it!"

"You don't really want me to stop. No girl would."

"I do! This is awful, it's…"

"Fun. Came on, Amanda, I know you're pretty straight-laced. Hell, I was too when I first started teaching all you sweet young things. But year after year I watched and wished and finally I couldn't take it any longer."

Twisting to her side, Amanda whined when Alan jerked her back. Then he began to lick her again, using the tip of his tongue to delve deeply between the feverish folds of her pussy. That little bump of hers, her clit, was so sensitive. Oh why did he have to lick it like that? He was making her tremble all over. She couldn't think straight, couldn't find the strength to resist any longer.

"That's a girl. Just relax and enjoy it. That's a girl." He continued to suck on her throbbing clit, his hands following the curve of her waist, cupping her bottom.

Amanda realized that something very strange was happening to her. She tinged all over and her breathing was wild and uncontrolled. The pleasurable feeling wasn't just nice anymore. It was ravishinglyly fantastic. It was a pleasure that was largely new to her, though she'd had inklings of it while taking a bath once, while rubbing soap slickened fingers up and down her cunt to clean it.

What Alan was doing to her was far more exciting, though. But she couldn't let herself really enjoy it. She was too ashamed and shocked by her teacher's animal-like behavior. She didn't want to admit that she was a part of it all. She just wanted to make him stop so she could go on being a shy, teenage girl on a camping trip. The very thought of Alan's open mouth sliding over her young, firm pussy was enough to make her feel faint. But the throbbing was growing hotter, more enjoyable with each passing second.

"Uhhh, uhhhhh," Amanda groaned, her hips plunging suddenly as she felt Alan use the point of his tongue to divide the full length of her slit. It felt so soft, yet so firm and hot! Oh, why couldn't she just shut all that off? What was he trying to prove?

"Mmmmmm, sweet girl…" he breathed, making a suction now, pulling her dainty, swollen clit between his teeth.

He began to chew her pussy, gingerly pinching her plump lips, lapping hungrily at the darker, redder flesh inside. Then the tickling madness seemed to explode and Amanda knew that it was too late to control herself. She was going over the edge. Though she'd never been there before, she knew what it was. She was coming! The pleasure raced up and down her thighs. Her belly trembled and she sucked it in under her ribs. Her toes fanned out and the soles of her feet seemed to burn and itch. But the burning tickle was the strongest between the lips of her cunt!