John Kellerman - Teacher_s captive virgin

"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhhh no!"

"Mmmmmm," Alan moaned, digging his fingers into the muscles of her ass as he smeared his mouth back and forth across her pulsing cunt.

Despite her intention not to cooperate, Amanda was lost now. Her trim young ass began to work slowly against the warmth of Alan's palms. She bit her lip and cursed herself for what she was doing, but she still couldn't stop. Her hips rocked from side to side, then plunged upwards, her breath coming out of her lungs in a long, weak sigh.

Alan was enjoying this. She knew he was happy to see her respond, and that made her want to stop all the more. But again her ass did a trembling little dance in the big mans hands. She felt her muscles tighten against his touch, felt him squeeze each perfect cheek as he raked his mouth up and down her buttery pussy. The sound of him eating her was incredibly erotic. Amanda had always been carefully taught that anything erotic was, by definition, bad.

"Uhhhh, ohhhh my God! Ohhhhhhh, stop it now!"

To her surprise, Alan stopped. His mouth was still gently pressing against her fevered cuntflesh, but he wasn't licking, wasn't rubbing her. Again Amanda felt her ass tighten against his hands.

Then she plunged it up and down, her knees falling apart as the power of her instincts sought to scratch the maddening itch that was eating her alive.

"Nhhhuuhhh," she babbled, eyes pinched closed, braids flopping as she tossed her head against the grassy pound. "Nhhhaaaaah!"

"Want more?"

"No!" she hissed, biting her lip harder, tasting the blood now. "Never!"

"Are you sure?" Alan pushed his tongue against her clit. Amanda was suddenly shivering, her belly hard and tight, her hips jerking. She couldn't help herself! With the soft-hard probe of his tongue touching her like that, she began to hunch her hips, rubbing herself again the firm warmth.

"God help me." Amanda pulled at her bound wrists and the tension only seemed to excite her all the more. Weakly she tried again to kick out at her attacker. Alan just laughed and hooked his shoulders under her knees again, forcing her back until her cunt flowered its secrets to his mouth. Again, he was licking, sucking, devouring her a little at slime.

"Ohhhh, ohhhhhhh it's happening! Ohhhh I hate you!"

The burning tingle was a glorious explosion now. Amanda felt it coming on with excruciating slowness. She could almost count the pulsing throbs, count the beats of her heart. She was all bottled up one moment and then the burst of convulsive thrills made her cunt tighten and she squealed loudly and worked her slim hips as if her life depended upon it.

"Nhhaaa, nhhhaaaa, ohhhhh…"

The sound of Alan licking her was very wet and loud now. He seemed intent on her pleasure, on humiliating and shaming her. He held her prancing ass firmly in his hands, squeezing one cheek, then the other, his fingers edging up against her asshole as she spasmed with frenzied ecstasy.

How long would it last? The pleasure still flowed through her loins, through her belly and thighs. Her cunt ached with it. Her back was arched up from the ground, then hunched down again. Her small tits heaved up and down as she fought to get more air. Her fingers dug against her palm as she tried to get the thongs loose enough for her to slip free.

But it was the fire between her thighs that swamped the other things in her mind. All she could do was move with the fiery flow. She could only let her body move as it needed to move. She could no more stop than she could keep from pulling her finger away from a hot skillet.

"Good girl, that's a girl, that's a baby!" Alan seemed overjoyed at her delirious display. He caressed her thighs now, using his thumbs to gouge against her delicate white skin.

And all the while his mouth never stopped devouring her. It was awful. It was wonderful, but too wonderful Amanda to admit. She didn't trust words like wonderful. And pleasure was something that weak persons used to manipulate others. Pleasure was something that took a person's mind away from the really important things in her life. Her father had told her that.

"Ohhhh stop! Haven't you done enough?"

But even as she spoke these words, her hips were still writhing, plunging, pressing upward as she rubbed her smoldering cuntflesh against Alan Walker's hot mouth.

Alan was untying her now. She was panting hard, still not recovered from the sharp, pleasure of being licked. Licked in a place that she'd hardly ever touched with her very own fingers! Amanda shook her head. As the thongs came free, she rubbed her wrists and turned to face the man who'd shamed her. She realized that she had on nothing but her unbuttoned flannel shirt. She quickly pulled it closed and glared at Alan Walker.

"Why? Why did you…"

"That was just the beginning," he smiled. She'd never seen him smile like that. She had the frightening suspicion that her teacher, a man she'd known for years, had lost his mind. She saw him looking with adoration at her cunt. Clapping a hand over her swollen flesh, she reached for her panties.

"No, not those. I've got another idea."

"Your ideas are of no concern to me," Amanda said, choking on a sob. "Now give me my panties!" But Alan had snatched them up and stuffed, them into his pocket. He played with the leather thongs in a way that made her spine tingle.

"Come here," he said, his voice strange.

Still hiding her ravished cunt with one hand, Amanda stepped back. "I'm going to tell everybody. I'm going to tell…" She stopped, her cheeks flushing again.

"Go on. Who are you going to tell? And what are you going to tell them?" Alan laughed. Now she was sure he was a little crazy. "Your father's congregation would be most interested in that sort of thing. I wonder how long it would take them to find a new preacher."

"But it's not my fault!"

"Oh, but it is your fault. For being so beautiful. So desirable." He stepped forward and caught her by one arm. "And now you're mine. Do you hear that? You'll do exactly what I say, any time I say it." A tingle ran up Amanda's back. She stared up at him.

"What if I don't?"

"You will," Alan said, giving her a look that frightened her. He had her against a tree now. He wound one piece of thong around her narrow waist, his big hands almost able to circle her completely. Amanda watched him tie it firmly. She felt as if she were having some kind of crazy dream. But the throbbing afterglow in her cunt was all too real. Alan slipped another piece of thong between her thighs and pulled it up so that it sunk between the lips of her pussy. She was still swollen down there, and the touch of the leather made her tremble. Alan pulled the thong tighter, making sure it fit neatly between the cheeks of her ass. Then he tied it to the thong around her waist, tied in two places.

"Now you can put on your shorts," he said, bending to kiss her forehead. Amanda turned away from the kiss but Alan snatched her head back by the chin. He looked angry. "When I want to kiss you, I'll kiss yap. Understand that?"

For a second, she didn't answer. Then she thought better of remaining mute. "Yes I understand."

"No more panties. This will be all you wear under your clothing from now on. It will remind you of what I did to you." Alan let his hand slide down her neck, down over her shoulder. "And what I intend to do with you as the days go by."

"Alan, I…"

"And if you see me looking at you and see me nod, then it's time."

"Time for what?" she whimpered.

"Time for you to get away from the others. Time to go off and find a place to be alone. Then I'll find you and…" He sucked in a deep breath. His fingers had passed over her breasts and were tracing the slim lines of her body. Amanda saw the way his jeans were all swollen out in front. It frightened her, and she didn't want to think about it. But her eyes kept straying back.