John Kellerman - Teacher_s captive virgin

"You look sweet enough to fuck."

"You wouldn't do that. I'm a virgin!"

"That's all the more reason." Alan laughed and ran his palm across her firm ass cheeks. Amanda shivered at his touch. He liked to torment her. He seemed to enjoy seeing her weakening like this. But she wasn't going to let him think he'd won. She didn't want to have sex with this awful man. At the same time, she couldn't control the way her body was reacting to his erotic assault.

"Come on inside," he said, kicking the door open and jerking the thong in his hand. Amanda stumbled across the threshold and reeled weakly as her teacher entered behind her and locked the latch.

The cabin was crude, but comfortable looking. There was a circular rug, a fireplace with wood stacked neatly by and a couple of beds. The tattered sofa showed signs of wear, but when Alan pushed her down onto it, it was a relief to be off her feet.

"Can't I dress? I'm cold."

"I'll start a fire." Alan lit some kindling, threw on a few logs and stripped his own clothes.

Amanda had been trying to avoid looking at him. But she had to admit that for a man over forty, Alan was in good shape. His muscled shoulders were tan, and his belly as tight as a surfer's might be. But it was the sight of his cock that always shocked her. It was fringed with black hair and hung down as if heavy with blood. His balls seemed huge as they swayed when he walked. For the first time in her life she was acutely aware of the differences between them – the differences between male and female.

"It's time," Alan said, fondling one of her braids. Amanda turned her blue eyes up. She knew what he meant, but didn't want to believe it.

"You wouldn't force me to…"

"You can have your choice." He let his fingertip trace the delicate bow-like curve of her mouth. "But I'm going to get my cock inside one of your holes whether you like it or not."

He pulled her over to the bed, his hands feeling her on the way. Amanda was babbling for mercy. She tightened her ass instinctively when Alan touched her there. He was untying the thong that passed between her asscheeks and cuntlips. As he pulled it out from her clasping folds, she trembled.

"I don't want you to make me do anything with you."

"Then I'll decide." He kissed her mouth hard, rubbing his chest down against her breasts as he rolled her onto her back. His body was heavy, and he forced her to open her legs so he could squirm his own hips down between her thighs. She cried out, more fearful than ever that he meant to rape her there on the dusty cabin bed.

Pinning her arms above her head, Alan sucked her small tits. His tongue curved around one of her nipples, pulling at it, sucking at it until Amanda was making tight little noises in her throat. She arched her back up from the bed, unable to resist the flashes of pure pleasure that shimmered through her body.

"Ohhh, ohhhhh God!"

"Your cunt is dripping all over the mattress," Alan panted. "If you aren't ready for a good fucking, you'll never be ready."

Squirming like a snake, Amanda gasped out her fear. "You'll kill we. You're too big."

"Yes, that's why I've got you here. All my life I've dreamed of making it with you. I've gazed at them in my classes, wishing and hoping and dreaming. And then I noticed you, Amanda. You were the most innocent, the most beautiful of them all. And now you're mine."

"Noooo!"

But Alan had covered her mouth with his hungry lips again. His tongue went in and out between her teeth. His hand went down her body, then held his cock so that he could press it up between her cuntlips.

As the head went against her cherry, Amanda cried spin, tilting her hip wildly, begging for the powerful man to have mercy. He just laughed and gave a quick, short thrust. A sting went through her mound. It didn't hurt enough for her to cry, but she cried anyway. A dribble of something hot went down the crack of her ass.

"You've hurt me! You're making me bleed."

"God, you're hot!"

"Ohhhh, it's so big! I can feel it stretching me! Ohhhhh help!"

It was all too terrible! Amanda could feel the slickened cockhead, sickened by her own juices! She could feel it sliding up into the tight ring of muscles at the beginning of her young hole. Her cherry was splitting! The sting wasn't nearly so intense as she'd always imagined it would be, but the reality of what was taking place made her tremble as if in shock.

Alan seemed to enjoy her trembling. He sucked one of her titties again, pulling the soft, white flesh so deeply into his mouth that she could feel his teeth, feel his tongue flicking like a snake across her blood-swollen nipple.

"Nhhaaaah," she cried, getting a hand loose, trying to reach down between them to stop his awful prick from going into her.

Amanda was surprised when Alan lifted his body enough so that she could touch the place where she was being so slowly penetrated. But he held her arm so that she couldn't reach down and grab him. Her trembling fingers were wet with her spilled juices, and she could feel how fat the head of his cock was. It was only a little ways into her. She felt the tender edges of her torn cherry, too, and the sticky blood that was leaking down. Then Alan thrust and the head of his cock was gone. She felt frantically for it, but found only the rigid shaft.

"Ohhh, it's in me! You've put it inside me!"

"Damn… tight! Awful tight," Alan gasped. Instinctively, Amanda tightened herself even more, her muscles squeezing down in a circle, strangling her teacher's cock just behind its flared head. The barb only swelled bigger inside her now that she was clasping the shaft. And the effect on Alan was amazing.

He babbled filthy words into her ear and kissed her face until it was wet. He wiggled around on top of her until the breath was mashed from her lungs. And the friction against her, swollen nipples made her cunt ache. Alan thrust harder, forcing another inch of cock into her body.

Weakly, Amanda beat her small fists against his shoulders. There was no stopping him now. He was feeling the velvety softness of her insides and he wanted more. He thrust again, his hands sliding down to cup her firm, white cheeks. It was awful. She felt degraded and ruined. And her cunt kept throbbing, tickling, burning with an erotic fire that she couldn't drown.

"Ohhh, haven't you done enough? Aren't you satisfied? Alan, please stop now. Let me alone."

"Not yet, baby, not yet." His kisses were sloppier, hungrier. His hands pinched and gouged at her. His cock pounded as if it were a time bomb. Amanda realized that she wasn't far wrong. When that thing did go off inside her, she'd be in more trouble than she could imagine. Because that hot curia Alan had smeared on her face just hours ago would be dangerous in her hot, wet insides.

"Pull it out of me!" she cried, thrashing frantically. "Ohhhhh stop!"

His cock was still only a little ways inside her bleeding cunthole. The head throbbed there, stretching her muscles out. Then she'd tighten herself against him and Alan would groan as she squeezed down with all her might. Maybe she could hurt him. Maybe she could make him take his nasty prick out of her body.

But this tightening of her muscles was doing something else now. Alan was acting crazier than ever. He groped up and down her slender body, kissed her hard with his open mouth. Though she tried not to think of it, Amanda couldn't help but be excited by this sudden frenzy of his. He was trying to stick his cock deeper between the swollen, blood-dampened folds of her cunt. She tightened herself to keep him from going in any farther. Then a strong shudder went through Alan shoulders and his body seemed to stiffen.

"Ahhhh," he gasped, moving his ass in a jerky, convulsive manner. Something hot suddenly boiled into her tight pussy. Amanda screamed and pounded on his back. It was too late. Her dripping soft flesh was clasping the head of his cock. Squeezing him. Milking the thick cream from his balls.