John Kellerman - Teacher_s captive virgin

"We can't do this," she said suddenly. "Your wife is going to catch you and then."

"No, she won't. And you'd better keep quiet if you want to protect your father."

Amanda stared angrily at him. "If my father knew, he'd kill you."

"I doubt that. But he'd be ruined. For a preacher to have a daughter who plays around with one of her teachers."

"You're the one who's fooling around," she snapped. But Amanda's eyes widened as Alan slipped something from his shirt pocket. It was a tiny tape-recorder, hardly bigger than a pack of cigarettes. He pushed a silver button, then another one. She was shocked to hear the sound of her own voice. She was moaning! And there was the sound of her thrashing around as she came.

"Sounds to me like you were enjoying yourself," Alan smiled.

"Give me that!" she cried, reaching out. Alan slapped her hand down hard enough to hurt.

"I'll give the orders around here." He pushed her back against the tree and kissed her mouth hard. His hand slid down her body, caressing her in all the sensitive places again. She tried to keep her mouth closed but she could smell her own musk, her cunt juice on his lips. His tongue forced her teeth apart. What was he doing with the front of his pants?

"No!"

"Touch it. Hold it tight!"

"Don't make me do this!" she whimpered. But Alan had already grabbed her wrist and pushed her hand down. She let her fingers curl around the shape. It made her dizzy. She'd only just seen a male cock for the first time while watching Jimmy playing around with Rhonda in the back seat of the station wagon. She wasn't ready to actually touch it. She'd always thought that even a wife didn't touch her own husband like that.

"It's so hard!"

"Move your hand. Move it up and down."

"Move it, I said!" Alan had pulled her braids, forcing her head back to expose the whiteness of her long, thin neck. He kissed her there, licking under her ears, his hips working up and down as he drove his cock against her trembling grasp.

Amanda didn't know what he meant. But she tried to move her hand in the way he wanted her to. She clutched the hardness of his shaft and pumped it up and down. Surprisingly, the flesh was loose over the hardness beneath. As she jacked him like this, she was aware of the swollen head. Her fingers bumped it every time she brought them upwards. Alan groaned and his hands slid down her back to cup her ass cheeks again.

"Faster," he panted.

There was only a little space between their bellies, and Amanda had to look down to see that thing. The single, slitted eye seemed to peer up at her cunt out of the swollen, dark-blue tip. It was huge, that cockhead! It looked far too huge to ever fit inside a female body. She shuddered to imagine it going between her dainty cuntlips.

"Ohhh yeah! Ohhhhhh damn!"

Amanda felt weak with shame and fear. Her fingers squeezed around Alan's hard cock, pumping it faster as he lurched against her, pressed her back against the tree trunk. All she had on besides her flannel shirt were the thongs that circled her slim waist and pulled tightly between the lips of her cunt and the cheeks of her ass. Now Alan was pressing so close that she could hardly move her hand on him. She stopped, squeezing her thumb and finger tightly behind that swollen, hot head.

"Amanda," he groaned and she felt his cock jerk. She whimpered, feeling more miserable than ever. But his cock jerked again and when she looked down, a white bubble was forming at the tiny slit eye.

Relaxing her grasp slightly, Amanda felt her teacher's mouth against her neck. She was still watching the strange fluid bubbling out. Suddenly a streak of it leaped into the air, leaving a slimy line across her belly.

Alan forced her down onto her knees, his hands trembling from the tension that was exploding from his body. Holding her braids with one hand, he jacked himself off with the other. That bobbing, swollen prick was only inches away from her face now and Amanda couldn't keep the hot spurts from hitting her. They burned against her cheeks, her chin, even her mouth. She kept her lips clamped tight as the fresh cream spattered against the bridge of her nose. Alan pushed her hands away.

"Mhhhuuhh," she groaned, her nostrils flaring with the shock of it all.

"Lovely little bitch," Alan babbled, jerking his cock hard. Each time his hand stripped the length of his shaft, another feverish glop of cum hit Amanda's face. She'd never been so degraded in her life! Her mind spun. She thought of her vague dream of a honeymoon night, the kind of thing every girl was curious about. She'd never imagined that anything like this might happen to her.

"Now rub it in."

"What?" Amanda didn't think she'd heard right. All she wanted to do was wipe the awful stuff away. The smell of it made her feel dizzy and a little sick.

"Rub it in, I said." Alan's look told her he meant business. Slowly, hardly believing that all this was really taking place, Amanda brought her thin hands up and began to rub the slick, warm curds of cum into her cheeks. Alan watched, his cock sagging a little now. There was a crazy look in his eyes. As if he were living out all the fantasies he'd ever dreamed of. And now Amanda was thinking of all the times he'd watched her during classes. Yes, he was obsessed. But she'd never suspected that a grown man would be the slightest bit interested in an unsophisticated eighteen-year-old. She didn't know why he liked to touch the curves of her body. Why he was enjoying her degradation?

"Ohhh, it's smells so… strange."

"Good for you." Alan reached out and spread some under her chin. The stuff was drying already, causing her skin to feel as if it was being drawn up. "I'd love to cover you with my cum. I wish I had enough to smear it all over your tits and down your belly and…"

"Haven't you done enough? Can't I dress now?" She started to cry. Alan's face softened and he pulled her against him. His hug was warm and affectionate, and Amanda felt all the more certain that this man was absolutely out of his mind.

"Didn't mean to hurt you. This is all for your good. You'll see after a few days Amanda. You'll want me to do this."

"Please, let me go. Let me find my clothes."

As she got back into her shorts and buttoned her shirt, Amanda realized that Alan was right about the hold he had on her. She couldn't tell anyone about what he'd done. Somehow it just wouldn't come out right. There'd be questions of why she was alone with him, of why she complained of her boot rubbing. Like rape victims, girls were always suspected strongly in the beginning. She would have to prove her innocence. And all the while, people would be talking. She couldn't do that to her father. He had too much at stake in the community. She had to try to work her way out of this. She had to reason with Alan, somehow. Amanda chewed her lip. She felt like bawling. She wished she could run to her mother, tell her everything, and be assured that everything would be okay. With a sinking feeling, she realized that she was past that age. She was going to have to deal with this problem all by herself.

Twice on their way through the woods, Alan made her stop so he could touch her. She had to let him. He had that crazy look again, and he seemed fascinated with her ass. He caressed her denim-clad cheeks, panting body against the nape of her neck as his fingers delved up under the frayed edges of her crotch. He rubbed the thong that cut up between her plump pussy lips.

Walking had kept her aroused. The subtle friction of the juice-drenched leather had done its work, just as Alan had meant for it to do. As he explored the juicy folds that clung to the thong, Amanda began to pant.

"Feel good?" Alan wanted to know.

"No! I don't like you to do that." It wasn't entirely the truth. She didn't like him to touch her. But the touching made rushes of pleasure surge through her body. As much as she tried to ignore them, the thrills came. Alan chewed gingerly on the nape of her neck as he fingered her damp, delicate parts.