John Kellerman - Teacher_s captive virgin

"You've got a million-dollar ass."

"Alan, don't… don't… do… that!"

"Feels so hot, so wet."

"Uhhhhhh, no, don't. We'd better go on."

"But you're not going to say anything, are you?"

"No!"

"Promise?"

"Yes, I promise." Anything to make him stop touching her.

"And you'll leave the thongs on?"

"Yes."

"Because if you don't, your father is going to find out about this. Everybody will find out."

Amanda couldn't understand Alan's thinking. He didn't seem to care about his own reputation. It was as if he were putting everything on the line. His reputation, his marriage, everything. If the facts of his assault were revealed, he'd be in more trouble than she would, Amanda thought of her teacher's wife again.

"Don't you care about your wife?"

"My wife! She doesn't know the meaning of the word pleasure. I haven't been intimate with her for years. She thinks it's dirty to make love. And for a long time I tried to think the same thing. I tried to hold it all in." Alan's fingers had found her clit and he squeezed the plump, juicy nub until Amanda gave a weak whimper and sagged against his chest.

"Please, Alan, don't touch me any more. I feel so strange."

"Okay, let's go in. I'll walk behind. I'm crazy about your body. I love to watch it move."

By the time they were in sight of the cabin, Amanda's spirits had grown a bit brighter. To be with other people, to be able to get into her sleeping bag alone would help. She knew that Alan couldn't make her do those awful things with his wife and all the others around. She rubbed a hand over her face, feeling the dried cum. Behind her, Alan stopped and took off his pack. She turned, confused as to why he was stopping.

"You're going to wait here," he told her.

"But why? The cabin's right up ahead." She turned and was able to see her friend Rhonda lolling around outside. She was about to wave and call out when Alan grabbed her roughly and pulled her into the trees.

"Aren't we going to meet them? Aren't we…"

"Shut up. You're staying here for now. I'm going to tie you to this tree…" Alan already had the thongs out of his pack. He made her drop her pack and pulled her arms behind her, tying them behind the slender trunk of the aspen tree.

Amanda felt like bawling again. But she'd show him. As soon as he was gone, she'd scream her head off. Alan had thought of that. He pulled a handkerchief between her teeth and tied it firmly at the nape of her neck. Without another word, he was gone, hurrying up the trail toward the cabin.

It didn't take long for Alan to return. And when Amanda saw the smile on his face, her heart sank. Whatever he had planned, it seemed to be working out.

"I told them you twisted your ankle. I told them I'm going to walk you back to the station wagon and take you to a doctor. They're going to continue up the mountain without us." He looked at her hungrily. "As soon as they've cleared out, we'll have the cabin to ourselves." He untied her gag and kissed her mouth longingly. "You're crazy," she whined.

"I don't care if lend up in prison," Alan murmured, feeling her tits through the flannel shin. "It'll be worth it, to have a few days with you."

Squirming against the tightness of the thongs, Amanda was aware of Alan look again. He walked slowly around her, touching her thigh, then her neck. Suddenly, he was like an animal, pulling at what few clothes she had on. He stripped her cutoff jeans down past her knee socks. The sight of the thong between the lips of her cunt seemed to excite him all the more. He opened her shirt and began to nurse gently on her titties. They were sore, and his hot mouth felt tingly and weird.

Trying not to feel the pleasure that was beginning to surge through her again, Amanda tried to think of Alan in jail. She tried to imagine the police questioning him in front of a bright light. She thought of herself as being cleared of all charges. But then she'd see the stern face of her father glaring at her, condemning her.

"Nooo! Don't do that Alan, please d-d-don't!" Her boots made the dry leaves crackle as she writhed her back against the tree. But with her shorts tangled at her ankles, she couldn't really do anything to make her teacher leave her alone.

He quickly pulled off his clothes, eyeing her all the while. When he jerked down his skivvies and his cock jerked upwards, she gave a little cry and shut her eyes. But she had to see what he was going to do. He came towards her, jacking his prick to make it even harder. That swollen head was a dark blue and when he pressed it against her belly, she cried for him to let her be.

"Having you like this is too good to pass up." He bent his knees and held the tip of his cock up against her mound. Then he began to press it upwards, parting her plump, hot lips. A trickle of her cuntjuice dribbled down his shaft. Amanda jerked violently at the leather thongs that kept her prisoner against the tree.

"Nooo! Ohhhhhhh, God, don't do it to me! Not here! Not against this tree!"

"Kiss me, sweet baby," he groaned, holding her still with one hand as he guided the bulging head of his cock with the other.

Amanda writhed furiously, trying to tilt her hips, trying to make it hard for him. But his cock was coated with her slippery juice flow and Alan could do anything he wanted. He caressed her clit with that smoothly rounded cockhead, caressed it until Amanda's head flopped to the side and she panted.

"Feels good, doesn't it? I told you I could make you like it."

"I don't like it. I can't stop you, that's all."

To be touched at all by a male was unthinkable to Amanda. Even a finger would have shocked her past all reason. To her, holding hands had always seemed very daring. But now a grown man was actually rubbing his cock against her virgin pussy! It made her feel as if she'd died and gone to hell. But then Alan's tip brushed her clit again and a little bit of heaven surged through her cunt.

"Ohhh, you're so nasty," she hissed. "To do this to me."

"You smell hot," Alan whispered back, his lips so close to her ear that the tickle made her whine again. "So that makes you just as naughty as I am, right?"

"I can't help what you're doing." She bit her lip as if this might stop her juices from flowing. "Ohhhh, stop rubbing me, please stop."

Alan had stripped her shirt open again and was caressing her tits while he poked at her with his cocktip. The combination of these two things made Amanda breathe even faster. She felt that crazy tickle coming on again. The tickle she couldn't shut out of her mind. It was too powerful, too consuming. Her senses were ravished by it. She whined miserably as Alan worked her into a writhing, panting frenzy.

Suddenly, he stopped touching her with his cock and went behind the tree to untie her. But once loose from the tree, he bound her wrists again, this time in front. He knotted another thong to where she was tied so he could lead her. Then he ordered her to untie her boots and slip them off.

"I want to see you walking naked up the trail in front of me."

"I despite you," she snapped, feeling worse than a whipped dog. But Alan only laughed and picked up her shorts and the flannel shirt he'd also made her strip off before he tied her. She was wearing only her red knee socks. As he pulled her out onto the trail, his eyes were wild again. "You don't realize how lovely you are," he growled.

"How do you know the rest of them are gone?"

"I saw them go on up the trail. I counted heads to make sure. The cabin is empty now, and everybody thinks I've taken you back to the station wagon."

With her hands tied in front of her and the leather leash pulled back between her legs, Amanda was made to walk in front of Alan. He kept the leash tight enough so that it rubbed her cunt with every step. He seemed to enjoy pulling on the thong to vary the pressure against her slit. Amanda tried her best riot to think of what was happening. But her nakedness and the insistent rub of the leather across her clit soon took its toll. She loaned against the cabin wall, her knees trembling, her eyes glazed with the tension of sensual excitation.